#my brain decided to forget everything i know about comics

[dceased-dynamic-duo-4ever]

There are character rights and character wrongs.

Many people support the best things about a character and completely either bury or hide away the flaws of their favorite characters.

Now I must ask you….

What’s your favorite character wrongs of your favorite DC character?

Well, first, I would like to point out that a character without flaws is a boring character, and there’s nothing more fun than making fun of a character’s flaws. Oops, went off on a tangent there, sorry. Back to the actual question, though:

The character that immediately comes to mind for me is Tim Hunter (technically he's a Vertigo character, but Vertigo was an imprint of DC). Ok, where do I even start when it comes to his flaws… he’s basically entirely made of flaws—not entirely a joke; Peter Gross’ entire run on The Books of Magic was about how no matter what Tim does he’ll always end up becoming “Mr. Wrong” (basically the title they use to refer to the future version of Tim who made a deal with Barbatos and became evil, and later more and more pathetic). All that to say that with characters like Tim Hunter, if you take away all of their flaws then you're not really going to have anything left of the character.

[andradrawsstuff]

An in-depth character analysis of Skipper: pt 1

This version of Skipper is probably the simplest since he was comic relief at first, but a bit of a hot take, might actually be my favourite (I prefer the show version of the other three tho). Going back to the movies after years of watching the show, I realised that this version of Skipper is surprisingly… chill? I guess I’ve been so used to his tv personality that my brain just decided to override his movie personality with tv Skipper.

Buckle your seatbelts, this is going to be a long one ☝️🤓

Movie Skipper is quite a nonchalant, carefree and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but calm character. He’s kinda just minding his own business doing his missions. He’s pretty serious when he’s leading his team and planning his missions, eg. the boat hijacking scene, but generally you’ll see him with a smile on his face. He’s always been a suave and charming little guy with a lot of sarcasm and sass, which he wouldn’t be Skipper without.

Generally he takes no bs, is straight to the point, and is pretty blunt, usually to Alex and his bunch. But this is also where his sass and sarcasm starts to show more. It’s funny. I think that Madagascar 2 really shows his charm and sass more out of the three main movies bc of all the chaos.

It’s pretty safe to say that the penguins are chaotic neutrals (apart from Private maybe) but they do it in such a way that makes it really funny. Not only do they trick the tourists and steal their car (ya know, grand theft auto) but also run over the grandma after seeing she’s still alive (ya know, attempted vehicular homicide). I could name every single crime they commit istg and it’s a long list 💀 But anyway, Skipper does all this with such a chill and carefree attitude and simply doesn’t give a shit. It’s what makes him so funny. It’s a big reason why I love this version of him, bc he doesn’t take everything too seriously and just goes about his day like nothing ever happened.

Obviously, he’s not evil and does still care about others, for example when they rescue Alex and his bunch in Madagascar 2 and 3, as well as stopping Dave in their spinoff. But I do think that he has something against humans (which is understandable) bc he seems to have a general disregard for them which is kinda funny.

In Madagascar 3, you start to see a bit of a shift in his personality and he becomes a little more aggressive. I’m guessing it’s because Tom was used to voicing Skipper more aggressively for the tv series and they also probably adopted a bit of tv Skipper into movie Skipper. But he is still generally pretty nonchalant nonetheless. He isn’t as suave as the other two movies either, but he does activate Kowalski’s nuclear reactor just for the funnies so I’ll give him that. The best thing about them here is their interactions with Dubois, the sheer trail of carnage they leave behind wherever they go, and the funny little quips here and there. Can’t forget bababooey.

The penguins spinoff movie brings back a little of Skipper’s charm and swagger, mostly with the “I do things my own way” attitude and him just being an asshole to Classified bc he doesn’t like him. This movie also makes Skipper more tame than the other movies which I don’t mind that much, but I wish he was a little more chaotic neutral rather than so hellbent on being heroic.

But the thing that really solidified Skipper as a complex character was his character development. This is the first time you get to see his vulnerable side and even from the start of the movie you see that he’s actually pretty sweet underneath all that chaos. When they “lose” Private is when you really start seeing Skipper’s full character, going from carefreeness to pure desperation trying to get his little brother back after he gets kidnapped, which I think was a great way to go because it shows how much he loves his family.

Later on he kinda “gives up” and follows the North Wind’s plan, which is one of the only moments you see him completely vulnerable and unmasked - no clever quip, no opposition, just acceptance. A perfect contrast to his usual “never give up, never back down” attitude. I think it adds a lot more realism to his character and shows that the one thing that can break him is losing one of his brothers. This is something that you don’t really see in the show (other than for a short period of time eg. Skorka) which I think would have been a great way to develop his character more.

When they get Private back at the end of the movie, you get to see Skipper’s sweet side again and his character development comes full circle - he learns to stop undermining Private. He realises he was wrong and tries to make it right. In a way, I guess he takes accountability. Which you don’t see all that often in the show, only episodes like Needle Point coming to mind when thinking about it.

I think that this is another big reason why I prefer movie Skipper over tv Skipper - yeah, he’s a bit flawed and a little simpler than tv Skip, but he makes an effort to change in the end which tv Skipper doesn’t do as much. Movie Skipper is nonchalant, sassy, suave and by the end, pretty sweet. I guess you could say he’s pretty well written and honestly I wish we got to see more of his softer side and less paranoid attitude at the end of the show.

That’s not to say I hate tv Skipper tho, when i was a kid I LOVED him a lot more than movie Skip and I still find him rlly funny, I mean Skipper is Skipper haha. I guess my opinion just changed bc I grew up and I started seeing characters differently and started valuing character development a lot more, but who knows, maybe in a year it’ll change again lmao.

I am so sorry this got so out of hand and turned into a mf essay 💀 I promise the other analysis will be shorter 🙏

[the-s1lly-corner]

OMG SILLY CORNER YOU HAVE WOKEN ME AGAIN WITH THE JANE DOE REQUEST!!!

ok so, since its a digital world, basically almost everything that is cartoonish can happen (i think) so i was just wondering if you could describe the reaction to the gang when reader decided to sing the 'ballad of Jane Doe' to tell their history to people. How that happened? Lets put that Pomni decided to ask to reader to see if she can get something useful to escape and then thats how the talk about Reader's life ended up to them singing about the little memories she had about their life, Think about their reaction when they see reader fly through the air comically while doing high notes XD (note: id like to clarify that when i say about the little memories about their life, lets think that something in the code when it came to reader's memories about their life got fucked up and they remember some of it but not everything, but enough for them to sing about it)

- 🦭

cast reaction to reader singing a ballad!

i have genuinely no clue how to title this so uh uh guys read the ask for more context TToTT i crave patty melt doing this as a group thing i hope thats alright! also side thing i still havent really touched anything for TADC outside the official pilot and ive read some fics where the reader/the characters remember some of their old life while others have them not remembering anything so like, is there confirmation that they forget everything or?? im a little lost and not really sure where to look

it all started with pomni asking you about your past, because for some reason you seem to recall some aspects of it, in hopes that your remaining knowledge of the real world would help everyone her escape

cue music suddenly playing from seemingly no where, catching everyone off guard

and then you just?? lift off the ground?

i mean youre killing it, but it catches everyone so off guard that most of them just stare

kinger probably dives into his pillow fort, fearing that you might try to swoop down and attack him. no reasoning for this other than you accidentally getting to close to him during the entire thing

zoobles eyes just widen for a second before returning to their resting position, they just. roll with it. okay, this is fine, this is a thing that can happen

gangle looks.. confused, as does ragatha

i personally think jax would hate musicals so he would probably roll his eyes

pomni is just. speechless. she just wanted some information from you and instead got treated to a song (which if its anything like the ballad of jane doe, goes hard as fuck)

caine, if he is there, probably tosses you flowers and claps, probably the only one to do so

i think almost everyone is in shock because they didnt know that was a thing that could happen

wish this was longer but my brain is all mushy today ueue :(

[azrielgreen]

I know you get a lot of questions about writing and how to write fast and how to produce as much content as you. My question is sort of related. How do you stay motivated to continue fics when it’s been a while since updating? I have multiple WIPs and want to finish them all but I feel like a different person now than I was when I started them and don’t feel the same energy for the ideas either. I know it’s an option to abandon them but I hate the idea of that. I know passion is one corner of your triangle for the Az method, but how do you keep it alive and not burn yourself out by writing so much? Do you ever force yourself to finish stuff? Idk if my question makes sense. I hope it does. Thank you!

Ahh, this is an amazingly important question and you sent it AGES ago and I couldn't reply until now because I was SNOWED UNDER WITH MULTIPLE WIPS and didn't have a clear answer for you, beyond "hang in there babe😭" until now!

My advice is:

a) anyone reading this, don't write more than 2 things at the same time. If you have two and you're thinking of a third, don't do it. Trust me. Finish the others first.

b) if you find yourself in the ✨WIP SEA✨ you need to choose ONE island to swim to and one only. Get to your biggest project and set up shop there. Forget the others, immerse yourself again in the vibe, the story, the magic. Make a playlist, plan a themed tattoo, make a mood board, but get back into why you fell in love with the story in the first place and STAY THERE. You have to finish the biggest project first. The others will fall like dominos after that.

c) keeping passion alive is REALLY fucking hard sometimes and it takes very little to snuff it out, so my advice there is to remove yourself from what can dampen your spirits. Take a social media break (always radiant advice), make a new desk area, hype yourself up for THAT SCENE you have in mind, and if nothing else is working for the story, do something drastic. Write a dialogue only chapter. Do a POV switch.

d) Change your font to one of these: Comic Sans, More Sugar Thin, Jessica Antique or Beryllium Ink. These fuckers work MIRACLES for the neurodivergent brain. Switch the font, just start writing SOMETHING and watch the magic happen.

e) Know when to cut bait. I have never abandoned a fic in my life, but I have abandoned stories before I published them, including professional publishing ones and I have deleted MASSIVE amounts of text because it just wasn't working for me and I can confidently tell when to move on, start fresh and shift gears. If these are fics that are published and WIP, then the pressure to complete them definitely is higher, I know from experience. My advice is to either work on the biggest one and complete that first OR find one that would take very little to complete and smash it out.

f) Don't lose your momentum. This is CRITICAL and I want to talk more about this because creative momentum is powerful and important. The more you write, the more you can WRITE. Write every day, keep it doing. When you complete something, use that boost of pride and joy to fuel yourself. There will be days where you don't physically write of course but writing is a cyclical process and the more you map it to your energy (especially if you have a moon cycle VS sun cycle) the more you'll realise there are specific weeks where you'll have high, clear energy and other weeks with lower energy, so you can adjust your output to prevent burn out.

g) Don't let it get you down. The longest gap between update and completion I ever had was 6 years for my Twilight fic. 6 fucking years and in the end I had to end it with them writing letters to each other, back and forth because I was a completely different writer to who I was before and everything would have been different, so I took a risk and wrote it differently and it paid off.

h) Know that you CAN do it, you just have to decide to. "I just decided to..." is one of the most powerful sentences we can ever say aloud. Just look at yourself in the mirror and DECIDE to do it. That's it. Maybe it won't be great to start off with but that's why we edit. Just get the ball rolling again. The first push after a long period being stationary is ALWAYS hard but keep it going and it'll get easier with every passing word.

I hope this was helpful, apologies again for the delay.

P.S- Finishing Touched changed EVERYTHING for me. I really do recommend ticking off the biggest one first. 💜💜💜

[altraviolet]

Okay so I gotta know since I just spent the last few days devouring your fic. Where did the idea of Echo Garden come from? Like why tfp Soundwave and idw Rodimus specifically? Like I'm not complaining. Far from if lolll but I Am burning w/ curiosity

hi katecake!

Where did the idea of Echo Garden come from?

Hmm... hard to say it stems from any single specific thing. I wanted to do a TFP SW/MTMTE Rodimus fic and I knew the most logical way to structure it would be to have the LL jump into the TFP universe and for Rodimus to rescue SW from the shadow zone. I had to figure out how to change TFP SW from his canon self to a being that would befriend others and grow to care about his surroundings. And... I can't say I was super inspired by anything in particular. I guess his character arc is kind of like Cyclonus's- Cyclonus even warns him early in the fic that he needs to change in order to survive. Umm... yeah, idk :'D Everything about the story feels logical to me, like we're going on little stepping stones for the story to progress, and that's happening because I've thought about this story Extremely Way Too Much For Years.

The crystal aspect stems from the fact that Soundwave would never jump from emotionless to liking Rodimus. He needed his own character growth, something to be centered around, so he could be an active character and change himself. I was talking to a friend about how SW needed a hobby or something because I didn't want the story to just be centered around the romance - I truly want it to be the story of SW on the LL - and she said crystals were a theme in my writing so why not that? And I said ok, cool. And in thinking about how SW and crystals could relate, I thought of "the meaning of SW" thing.

Like why tfp Soundwave and idw Rodimus specifically?

I'm gonna steal my answer from a time I've been asked this previously:

I've been writing fanfic for a REALLY long time, and all throughout it, I'd never had an OTP. I wrote strictly genfic and felt like part of my brain was missing because everyone around me had pairings and OTPs and absolutely loved them, and I was like "but why. Why tho. Why?" 2015 rolls around, I get exposed to MTMTE, and it's very good, and I feel that dreadful pull in my veins that says you're gonna create shit for this. You're gonna be in this fandom. And sure enough, OTPs everywhere ×D So! I decided to Make A List of Ridiculous OTPs that 1) made fun of the idea overall, 2) made fun of me for not understanding it. I paired a bunch of characters that had no business being together [I'm trying to jam as many of them into "The Echo Garden" as possible. There's the main pairing, Nautica/Blaster, a hint of Bluestreak/Hot Spot, and of course, Mirage/Skywarp]. I paired some of them based on colors, others on outlier abilities, and others just Because It Didn't Make Sense (And I Think That's Funny). I forget exactly why I wrote a Mirage/Skywarp fic, but at some point I did a pwp of them, and to my utter surprise, people wanted to know why they got together. Well! I had no idea. I thought I was Doing OTPs Right, but apparently they needed backstories. So, I did a huge fucking longass fic of why Mirage and Skywarp were together and it broke me. Transformers finally fucking got me. I fell in love with the characters, and with their love for each other, and for the first time I had an OTP! ;A;

When I finished that Mirage/Skywarp fic, and after the comics ended, I actually had a canon way for TFP SW and MTMTE Rodimus to meet [canon compliance is something I'm personally into - as much as possible - for long fics]. I didn't feel like I was ready for such a complicated idea, but I had finished a longass fic, so I was as ready as I was ever gonna be. I posted it with MUCH nervousness and fully expected it to be read by 2 people. I was really shocked by the reception ×D And incredibly grateful for it. I'm not sure if I could make it through the past few years and write this fic without the comments <3 tl;dr I paired them cuz they're pretty and then canon said it could feasibly happen and Transformers broke me so I cared about them.

Thank you for your kind comments and for the ask =)

[donnerpartyofone]

horrorphones...

Like many of the cretinous shut-ins who follow this blog, I hate phone calls. If you call me on the phone without an approved appointment I will assume that you are experiencing a deadly emergency. You will scare the shit out of me and I may not even be relieved if there is no deadly emergency. For me to talk on the phone, I practically always have to write a little script, even if we are very close personal friends. I must have a physical list of talking points in case my mind goes totally blank from the enormous pressure and I forget my entire life. I usually have to have at least one drink for calls lasting longer than a minute or two. I would probably be most comfortable conducting all social business from behind a Late Show desk on which I could reassuringly tap my stack of helpful cue cards. I will write you very long personal letters. I will text and DM with you at all hours of the night. I just cannot talk to you on the phone. The phone fries my brain. Actually, I feel extremely nervous even after a phone call, even if everything went well, even if it was super fun. I kind of have to sleep it off.

Unfortunately, not all people communicate in non-phone ways. I have one best friend (I'm an adult, I don't put the top people in a hierarchy as if they all serve exactly the same purpose and some are better than others; I have a couple of verified "best friends") who is just too much of a free spirit to be really into the internet, or to be brooding over long written documents. I gotta talk to her on the phone or she won't feel loved, she'll feel detached and isolated. I love to talk to her, but I still need to get in the like phone zone in order to not act like the total fucking outer space alien that I actually am. Being me is very taxing.

But now I have this old friend, see. An old friend and also a friend who is old. Actually I have no idea how old he is, he was old when I met him. He gave me my first post-college job (my first "real job" ever, I was and remain an unemployable mess) at his comic book store, where I stayed for many years. The whole crew there was very tight. He is a cool, smart, funny, cultured, frustrating, infuriating, offensive, secretly caring and wonderful sort of person. We went through a lot together, including several years of a random customer stalking and harassing me. We dealt with the police together. We served the dregs of society together. Sometimes we hated each other. But he is a major reason that I survived my 20s.

Several years ago he was in a freak accident where he was pinned under a heavy piece of furniture in his apartment for days. It could have killed him. He already had a well-developed case of Parkinson's, I don't know if that's related. Through a series of different events, he wound up moving into an assisted living place on the other side of the country, near one of his brothers. I'm sure he hates it. Every year on Halloween, which is a little bit before his birthday, I send him a hand-drawn card featuring classic comics characters doing all sorts of demented things, along with a little update letter. One year I got a letter back asking me to call him. OH NO, I thought. I didn't call.

Yesterday was a big, very challenging, in some ways very rewarding day. When I was finally all out of tasks I decided to turn my brain fully off and become spectacularly stoned. I was well zooted when my fucking phone rang. I quickly Googled the number, and I'm pretty sure it was the assisted living facility where my friend is. I didn't pick up. They called back once, but left no message. I felt pretty bad, though I also knew that in my current state it would have been a huge disaster if I answered. What if he died? I thought, knowing that he has a lot of siblings and I wouldn't have been that phone call, and also if it were important they would have left a message or kept trying. I forced myself not to worry about it by popping a couple of Benadryl and making it an early night.

I think I have to call back though. I might regret it if I don't. I have been thinking about this for a long time. I have all sorts of worries. What if he's incoherent now? What if we can't understand each other? What if I have nothing to say? What if he IS coherent but he wants to say terrible things about politics (a life-long constant for him, I don't know if he even cares as much about politics as he does about trolling people)? But also what if he like dies and I have to sit around thinking about how selfish I am for never calling him for all eternity? I'm sure I'm the only person making him original personalized art for his birthday every year, but does that really get me out of everything else?

So the point of this post is to somehow force myself to call him. I have way too much shit to do and I am preparing for a lot of stressful social things with strangers and I need to stop being unemployed and I am cramping up a storm. But I think I also have to make the phone call. Maybe I will do such a bad job that I never have to do it again! Pray for me, pray for the sweet saving grace of personal failure.

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 25

@impossiblealice - My brain keeps asking how pissed Layla's going to be when she finds out what happened and she never got a phone call.

Does Marc want more trouble?

because she knows he'll heal and he has not even text'd her.

And Layla cares.

It's a oh I'm not mad at you little scarab, but him, yeah he should run.

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@rjwinterfell - hello! for the baby scarab series - I think an interesting concept could be around the character not knowing their own strength after being bit by the spider? nothing graphic probably, but if the character got exceedingly angry and accidentally broke a stone kitchen counter or something dramatic like that I think it could be really cool!!

I believe there's a comic out there where a villain takes over peter Parkers body, goes to mess up spidermans reputation, and realizes that Peter has been pulling his punches (after going full force on someone's jaw, which they no longer had.....yeah). that's where the idea came from.

loving the series so far!! if you decide not to use this, I totally get it 🙂👍

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anon - Holy shit you’re a great writer! Could you write something where reader gets hurt doing spidey stuff but doesn’t tell the MK boys cause they told her to not sneak out and she’s once again scared they’re gonna be angry, but somehow they find out anyways

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A/N : thank you all for the compliments!! im happy so many people like my writing <3

another action filled chapter :)

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : layla mad lol

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, marc being overprotective, casper being a fanboy, just general angst(?), violence. let me know if i missed anything

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you contently woke up with jake, him having his hat down over his eyes while one of his arms held you close to him.

last night was you two just catching up, and munching on the amazing bread that grace made.

you yawn silently and snuggle into jakes chest as he continues to sleep peacefully.

he told you that he disappeared for a while after the incident because you saw him killing all those guys.

he thought you were scared of him.

but after hearing you ask for him over and over, he pushed that thought to the back of his head.

and he was glad he did, because now everything is almost how it was before.

you heard a phone start ringing, and it made you jump and jake woke up when you did in surprise.

you look down to the nightstand and see that the guys’ phone was now lit up with a picture of layla and her contact name, while the green button pierced into your eyes.

you were about to reach for the phone when jake blocks your hand and shakes his head.

you purse your lips as it stops ringing, seeing that there are over 10 missed calls from her and many texts.

“i thought marc would have talked to her- he said he would” you glare at the mirror on the nightstand.

“well spector is known to be a pathological liar-“

“i am not” marc tells you, and you look back at the phone to see that layla is calling again.

you see marc and jake shaking their heads at you, and when you go to reach for it, jake grabs your arm again to prevent you from doing so.

“well isn’t someone going to answer?” you ask rhetorically, and you see no movement.

you scoff. “forget this” you mutter, shoving jakes hand off you to web it down to the bed, and you scramble to grab the phone before he can yank you back with his free hand.

“no- hey! come fix this!” jake exclaims as he tries to get his hand off the bed, and gets even more annoyed when you shoot a web out at the other one too.

“y/n, te vas a arrepentir de eso” jake says darkly and you just smile at him, besides you don’t even know what he even said.

you pick up the phone and answer it right before it goes to voicemail again.

“MARC?!” is the first thing you hear.

you pull the phone from your ear for a second, then decide to speak. “marc’s not exactly available right now” you say into the phone and wave to jake who’s still trying to yank his hands off the bed.

“oh- y/n!” layla starts surprised. “sorry for yelling, that was for marc.” she apologizes and you chuckle.

“it’s fine” you say, and you hear her sigh in relief.

“i was calling to say that i’m in the elevator now, so that he can explain all the shit he’s been dodging whenever i talk to him” she rants and you nod, even though you know she can’t see you.

“oh, alright.” you begin. “i’ll see you in a minute then”

layla laughs. “see you in a minute” and then she hangs up.

you look back at jake, who was just sitting still while glaring at you.

you roll your eyes, tossing the phone on the bed and yanking the webs off his hands like they weren’t even stuck in the first place.

“marc, i would summon the suit, laylas in the elevator and she’s mad” you say to the mirror while jake continues to just glare at you.

“oh my god, she’s here?!” he then fronts out of reflex, and he looks around frantically.

“you have to hide me” he tells you, getting up and grabbing your shoulders.

“no, just go face your fears.” you shove him towards the door, and as if on cue, layla is knocking at the door.

you dramatically gasp and put a hand to your chest. “now who could that be?” you ask sarcastically and marc flicks you in the forehead and walks towards the door, muttering curses and then opening it, only to be met with laylas fist to his stomach.

marc groans as he backs up, layla stepping in and kicking the door closed.

you look at both of them with wide eyes, and they soften when layla comes towards you.

“oh, there are bruises all over you..” she observes, referring to the still fading bruises littered on your cheeks.

she takes your face in her hands and she turns to glare at marc. “is this why you refused to answer me?” she asks marc, who’s still recovering from the punch.

he just nods regretfully, and layla turns back to you, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

“are you okay?” she asks and you nod, earning a sigh of relief from her.

“no thanks to marc i’m guessing?” she asks, but you furrow your brows.

“no actually-“

she sighs. “i know, he probably saved you from whatever, but i’m still mad he didn’t even tell me!” she begins to raise her voice, but keeping a soft look on her face while she looks at you.

“i could’ve helped!” she exclaims, and she gently lets go of you to walk back to marc.

she hits him in the shoulder while you stand there gaping at the exchange from a couple feet away.

marc was just taking the hits, barely putting effort into shielding himself.

he knew she was angry at him- and trying to get her to stop smacking him just fuels the fire.

“do you see her face?” she points to you who freezes on the spot.

“you couldn’t be bothered to tell me! what else happened?” she demands and both you and marc exchange looks before he sighs.

“i will explain everything, just stop hitting me” marc says and layla hesitantly nods.

marc moves to sit at the table in the kitchen, layla following and doing the same, and eventually you walk over too.

“layla, i’m.. sorry i didn’t tell you anything” marc apologizes and layla softens her expression.

“you know i don’t like secrets” layla tells him, while you sit down beside marc.

“just as long as nothing too serious happened, we won’t have trouble” she says more sternly while you and marc wince.

“actually.. it’s kinda serious” you cut in, and layla gives marc a look.

“well then, what the hell happened?” layla grits out at marc.

he sighs and sends you a quick glare. “she was kidnapped” marc says quietly, and layla puts a hand over her mouth in shock.

“oh my..” she can’t get too many words out as she looks to you in a worried manner.

“are you okay?!” she exclaims, and you nod quickly. 

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine” you assure her and send her a small smile.

“we also have some.. interesting news” marc says and layla nods as if saying, ‘go on’.

marc takes a breath and looks to you for a split second.

“we know who y/n’s birth parents are” he starts.

“oh- that’s-“ layla starts but is interrupted.

“but- first off, they are both dead” marc says quietly and you nod, looking down at the first mention of your parents.

“and the second?” layla asks, and marc hesitates in speaking but does so anyways, moving to hold your hand under the table.

“y/n’s father.. he’s..” he takes another breath. “let’s just say he tried to release ammit” he says, not wanting to say his name.

layla looks between the both of you in shock. 

“he’s.. he’s her father?” she asks quietly, both you and marc nodding.

“how could such a sweet girl have such a terrible father?” she asks, and send you a small smile.

“you look at me” layla orders, so you do.

“knowing who your dad is doesn’t change who you are” she pauses. “got it?” she asks and you nod quickly.

“good, now forget about him, alright?” she says and you nod, while marc sends you a pleading look.

“i certainly will try” you assure her and she nods, turning to marc with a glare.

she takes one of marc’s ears into her hand, yanking him towards her while he lets out a chorus of ‘ow’s’.

you watch the interaction with a smile, leaning your chin on your fist.

“see? was it really so hard to just tell me what happened? huh?” she pulls on his ear harder, and marc lets out a groan of pain.

“no- no, it wasn’t” he starts. “no more secrets- let go” he takes her hand off him and sits back up straight to glare at her, who is smiling.

he looks to you who is entertained, and he scoffs.

“you guys are so mean” he mutters, and you snicker.

you notice a change in demeanor and it signals that steven is now fronting.

“hello layla, lovely morning isn’t it?” he ask sarcastically, rubbing his sore ear as layla smiles in pride.

she nods and you make a face. “it’s ‘innit’” you correct steven and he shakes his head.

“it’s not, don’t feed into stereotypes” he complains, letting go of your hand to swat you in the shoulder.

“anyways, what are you guys hungry for?”

~~~

you steven and layla all peacefully ate breakfast together.

and it was right when you all finished that khonshu appeared, layla being a bit confused at first when you turned to look at thin air.

“you two are needed in libya-“ 

“no” marc interrupts, shaking his head from the mirror.

khonshu sighs and shakes his bony head.

“it’s either you go there, or they come here” he says and marc groans.

“are you kidding me? i cant leave y/n here by herself” marc says, and you make a look at the mirror.

“you can and you will” you squint your eyes at him.

“what’s he saying?” layla asks, knowing full well that you’re talking to marc.

“just that he doesn’t want to leave to libya with you” you shrug.

“that’s not what i said-“

“he what?” layla rolls her eyes, and looks up at the ceiling.

you sense a new presence in the room and get confused. layla notices this and smiles while pointing behind you.

you slowly turn around, and see a literal hippo lady, and you jump back out of your chair.

you let out a gasp in realization. “that’s taweret-“ you point at the hippo and steven chuckles.

“you’re having a better reaction than we did” he tells you and marc shakes his head.

“you said we wouldn’t talk about it” marc murmurs while you stare at the goddess.

her ears flick. “hi” she waves with a smile and you hesitate in waving back, but do so anyways.

taweret turns to layla. “where to?” she asks while marc and steven are quietly arguing about something, jake staying quiet but still present.

“libya, and soon before whoever we’re facing comes here” she answers, standing up beside steven.

marc then fronts and turns to you. “kid, you gotta promise me something, okay?” he says, coming a bit closer.

“yeah, what is it?” you ask.

“i have to go- we have to go” he starts. “i don’t exactly have a choice” he turns to glare a khonshu. 

“so while we’re gone don’t leave this apartment, keep the doors and windows locked, curtains closed and all that” he begins while you nod.

“you know where the food is, so help yourself” he takes a breath.

“and call me if you need me, or just if you want to” he finishes quickly, and you purse your lips.

“i’ll be fine” you shrug. “that was a one time thing” you joke, and he gives you a look.

“sorry” you say and he softens the expression on his face. 

“it’s fine, just.. stay safe, okay?” he asks and you nod.

“you too” you start, looking to layla behind him. “both of you” you clarify.

marc backs up from you as the suit envelopes his body, the mask not on yet, the same with layla, which you’re in awe at because you’ve actually never seen her suit before.

“this is not fair. i want a cool suit” you complain, and the two chuckle.

“see you later, kiddo” layla says, both of the adults leaving towards the door.

“go wait in the car, i’ll catch up” marc mutters to layla, who nods and leaves through the front door.

marc comes back to you, and gives you a quick hug and holding you by your shoulders.

“don’t miss me too much” he says and you snort.

“speak for yourself” you retort and he scoffs, sending you one last smile, backing up again towards the door.

“lock the door” was the last thing he said before shutting it behind him, and you hear his retreating footsteps down the hall.

you sigh and look around the room, seeing that taweret and khonshu were both gone now too.

“well now what?” you ask yourself, knowing that nobody was going to answer.

you shake your head to yourself and let out a breath.

~~~

you settled for cleaning up the kitchen. 

yes, you, cleaning. it was because the guys were usually tired by the time they came back, and they would feel better if they came home to a clean house.

you’d washed all the dishes, cleaned off all the tables and counters, threw away all the pop tart wrappers you had hidden around, just stuff like that.

and now you were watching the news, pretty boring i know, but you had nothing better to do.

or did you?

you heard something outside the building, in the direction of the alleyway with your enhanced hearing.

your spidey senses ring in your head as you get up to look out the window, carefully peeling back the curtain just a smidge.

there were two people. a man and a woman, both in all black with ski masks on, pointing across the street to the convenience store.

they were totally planning on robbing that building.

no doubt.

you shut the curtain again, gathering your thoughts in your head.

you could either stay here and be the reason that nobody stopped these guys from robbing a convenience store, or you could stop them and be in a lot of trouble with marc.

you ponder your options and pick the obvious.

stopping them of course, if you got them to stay in the alley nobody would know it was you.

you make your way over to the door quickly, opening it as fast as you shut it, rushing over a couple doors down to your place.

you got in and changed into your ‘suit’ in record time.

you left, locked the door again and decided to leave out of the open window at the end of the hall, to avoid people looking at you from the lobby downstairs.

you silently pull your mask up over your mouth and nose, along with the goggles over your eyes and hood over your head.

you crawl down the walls into the alley, seeing the two people with their backs to you.

you squint your eyes at them, seeing a gun on each of their figures.

you hop down off the wall, and behind the dumpster, to which they heard your feet hit the ground.

“did you hear that?” you hear the woman start. “who’s there?!” she exclaims, and you hear her coming closer.

she darts over so that she’s now pointing her gun at you, and you jump up above her before she can shoot you, and you land behind her.

the man however, comes over as well and pulls his gun out.

the woman turns around, now two guns are pointed at you.

you slowly raise your hands, and your thankful they don’t shoot.

“on the ground” the man says, and you slowly get down on one knee, just to shoot a web at both the guns and yanking them towards you.

then, it was the bad guys who had their hands up.

you chuckle to yourself and turn the safety on both of the guns.

“do either of you have a phone?” you ask, and the woman nods while the man shakes his head.

“call the police, will ya?” you start. “i don’t know how long i can be out here” you finish, the woman just slowly taking the phone out of her pocket.

what you could sense in time, is the fact that she was about to chuck it at your face, as a distraction so that they could run to their getaway car.

the edge of the phone hit you in the nose, making your eyes water as you blink away tears from behind the goggles.

you immediately shoot your head towards the two people who are getting in a small black car, and you throw the guns down to run after them.

the car skids into the street, going well over the speed limit while you run out into the road and shoot a web out at a light post, swinging on it to catch up to the car.

you kept doing that, and every time they took a turn they got even farther away from you.

you try to ignore the people down on the sidewalks shouting in surprise at seeing someone swinging around on spiderwebs while chasing a car.

and you also try to ignore the many people honking their horns every time you get close to the ground.

you don’t know how far you are away from home- but as long as you get there before marc you’d be fine.

except you had no idea when that was.

the car kept going, faster and faster and almost hitting other cars while trying to get away.

you notice how the car doesn’t even come close to stopping when it comes up on a like of stopped ones at a red light and you panic, dropping to the ground before shooting two webs out, and trying to stop the car from hitting them.

the car slows a little, your feet dragging on the ground as you try to keep them planted into it.

you let out a pained groan as you feel like your arms are going to be ripped off.

you keep pulling, determined to not let this car hit anything as the tires spun while smoke formed under them.

you feel the pressure stop, meaning the car has too and you become curious.

your spidey senses ring in your head once again, but you have no idea what for, so you look around, darting your eyes around the street.

it was too late when you turned back to the car.

it was reversing towards you, and your reaction time wasn’t fast enough as it slams into you, your ribs taking the most of the hit.

you get thrown back, the back of your head hitting the concrete below you.

you lift your head up shakily and put a hand to your ribs, watching the car get away.

you sigh disappointedly, looking around at the bystanders all pointing cameras at you or just staring.

‘shit’ 

you get up, almost tripping over your feet as you painfully sprint to the nearest alleyway, trying to hide from anyone and everyone.

you clutch your side, feeling something soaking through both of the pieces of fabric.

you shakily lift your hand, seeing a small patch of blood on your shirt.

you mutter curses while you put your hand back over it, looking around and recognizing the alley.

‘this is the alley right next to casper’s house..’

you realize, and you look up and see the fire escape that connects to his rooms window.

you think about it for a second, and decide to force yourself up the stairs, slowly so that you don’t hurt yourself too much.

after managing to limp all the way up the stairs, you peer through the window and see that casper is writing something in a notebook, one of his earbuds in his ear.

you knock on the window, not gaining his attention the first time, but the second, he jumps up and looks at you with wide eyes.

you wave while still clutching your side while casper yanks his earbud out of his ear to make his way to the window, unlocking it and sliding it open.

“woahhhh, you’re the spider vigilante” he says and you chuckle from behind the mask.

“can i uh.. can i come in?” you ask and he nods slowly, moving out of the way so that you could maneuver yourself so that you’re now standing in his room.

“why are you- why are you here?” he asks quickly and quietly, going to his door to close it.

“if my mom or my sister sees you they’ll freak out” he whisper yells at you and you shake your head, taking in a wheezing breath.

“casper, you can’t tell anyone about what you’re going to see” you say and he looks nervous, coming back to you.

“are you alright? you look hurt” he ignores you and he points to your hand that’s still pressing down on your wound.

“casper” you say impatiently, and he looks at you wide eyed again.

“how do you know my name?” he asks and you hold a hand up, skipping your hood off so that you can get the goggles off, tossing them on the windowsill, avoiding the plants that sit there.

casper looks worried as you unhook the mask from your ears, and he gasps once he sees your face, now with a guilty smile on it.

“surprise” you quietly sing out, and he stand there while trying to figure out what to say.

“you’re- you’re the- oh my god it’s you!” he whisper shouts and you nod.

“please calm down, i need help and i didn’t think i could make it home in time i-“

“what happened? of course i can help you” he says quickly and you tilt your head at him.

“i stopped a robbery before it could happen but they got away after they hit me with their car” you explain quickly and casper gasps again.

“you got hit with a car?!” 

“yes, now keep it down” you start. “do you have alcohol and some gauze?” you ask and he nods.

“what kind of alcohol do you want? i think my dad has some vodka locked up somewhere” he jokes but you just give him a deadpan look.

he looks down embarrassed and nods. “right, yeah i have some” he mutters, leaving the room for a quick minute.

you stay put, just moving to sit on the edge of his bed, lifting your hand to see that the only blood that was shed was now dried into your shirt.

you sigh in relief that you weren’t actively bleeding, but regret it as it hurts a little to breath.

casper comes back in, a bottle of half full alcohol, gauze and a small black towel.

“i hope this is good enough, because it’s all we got” he chuckles, setting it all down next to you on the bed.

“please don’t get blood on my sheets, my mom will lose her shit” you both share a laugh and you pick up the small towel and the alcohol.

you lift up your shirt, seeing a decent sized cut right under your right side of ribs.

you hear casper gasp, and see that he’s staring at your wound with a hand over his mouth.

“are you sure you’re okay?” he asks and you nod.

“do you need help?” he asks again and this time you don’t respond, you just soak the towel in the alcohol before lifting your shirt again.

you hesitate before pressing it against the open cut, but do so anyways while biting your lip to keep from making any noise.

casper winces and moves to sit next to you on the bed, watching you carefully.

“you never answered me, you know” he says, while you keep dabbing at the dirty cut.

“i don’t need help” you say, and he snorts.

“sure you don’t” he sarcastically says, and he reaches a hand out, as if saying he could help you.

you look at him with questioning eyes. “do you even know how to do this?” you ask and he nods.

“after the last day of school, i actually have been watching youtube tutorials” he says matter of factly.

“really? and that makes you a doctor?” you ask sarcastically.

“a male nurse actually” he laughs at his own joke while you smile at him, letting him take the towel from your hand as you get a better grip on your shirt.

you’re glad he wasn’t.. that type of person to get a nosebleed whenever he sees a little above a woman’s bare waist.

casper just thought of this whole thing as helping a friend, and besides he couldn’t get past the fact that you were the spider vigilante.

well plus the fact that you had a deep-ish cut on your ribs.

he runs the towel over the cut gently and mutters apologies every time you jerk away from it.

he eventually cleaned the whole thing off, and you sighed in relief as he was using medical tape to secure a piece of gauze over the cut.

he was too focused on helping you that he couldn’t notice the fact that you were staring at him.

not in a creepy way though, it’s just that you really were grateful for what he was doing for you.

he didn’t have to do this- you didn’t ask him to- he wanted to.

he wanted to help you.

casper looks back up at you. “i think this should be good, do you need me to walk you home?” he asks, trailing of his sentence when he notices your stare.

“you should really be more careful” he says, and you see his eyes flicker from your e/c eyes to your lips for a split second.

he notices that you saw it because of the smirk that formed on your face, and his face turned beet red.

“ohmygod i’m sorry” he murmurs, getting up and moving to grab your goggles and mask, handing them to you.

“are you good to go? it’s be hard to explain to mom what exactly is going on here” you both laugh.

“yeah, marc’s going to kill me if i’m not there” you cringe and stand up with the help of casper, who had his elbow hooked with yours.

“be careful okay? please go straight home” he tells you and you nod, lifting your legs up to crouch on the windowsill, careful to not knock over any of the plants.

“we can talk about the whole spider thing when you’re better, okay?” casper says in a stern voice and you smile.

“i’d want nothing more” you say and you put the goggles on so that they are resting on your head, and the mask down under your chin, hood now over your head again.

“hydrogen peroxide will help with the stain” he gestures to the dried blood on your shirt.

“thanks” you tilt your head at him, and quickly grasping the collar of his shirt and bringing his face close to yours.

“you know, for helping me out” you continue your sentence, kissing him on the cheek and letting go, throwing your legs over the windowsill to face outside.

“i’ll see you around” you give him a two fingered salute, hopping down on the fire escape without giving casper a chance to respond.

after you made your way down, him watching to make sure you didn’t fall down the stairs, he brought a hand to his cheek and sighed.

once he saw you leave the alley safely, goggles and mask on, he cleaned up the mess you guys made, putting the dirty towel in his laundry basket and hid the alcohol and spare gauze under a notebook in his nightstand.

casper sat down on his bed, thinking about the short confusing time he just spent with you.

he mentally says ‘fuck it’ and flops down on his bed, laying down on his back as he brings a pillow to his face, letting out a short scream.

he takes the pillow off his face, and gathers himself before going back to his desk, writing more to calm himself.

‘what a day’

~~~

you felt more smug than ever.

you knew full well how you made casper feel, and maybe you felt the same.

you couldn’t worry about that now, you just had to get home before anyone sees you and especially before marc gets back.

you got back fairly quick, thanks to casper.

you already felt yourself healing, which was one of the things you loved about the spider bite.

you climb back up the wall, being thankful that nobody really saw you as you slide into the window and listen for if anyone is coming in your direction.

it was clear, not a single noise on your floor, so you take that as a silent win.

you sneak back into your place, change back into your clothes in record time, being careful of the cut of course, and slipping back out into marc’s place.

you lock the door and let out a sigh of relief.

but all that goes to shit when you turn around and see marc sitting at the kitchen table, glaring in your direction.

the shock took over you and you accidentally crushed the doorknob into the shape of your fist.

you chuckled to yourself in embarrassment, and made sure the door could still open, and when it did you went to close it just to have it slam shut, making cracks in the wall and splinters fly off the wooden door.

you just let go of the whole thing after that as you turn back to marc.

not a word is said, you just freeze by the door while marc looks up at you and stands up slowly.

you stare down at the ground, your fingers messing with your sleeves.

“where were you?” he asks lowly and you don’t answer as he gets closer.

“i’ll ask you again” he starts, getting close enough to look down at you. “where were you?” he asks again.

you take a shaky breath and look up at him slowly. “i couldn’t help it” you shake your head, and you feel yourself tear up.

“i had to stop them- i couldn’t just sit here and watch as they robbed the store” you said quickly and marc’s expression softened slightly.

“i knew i could stop them and i did.” you take another breath, wiping feverishly at your eyes.

“there are police for a reason. they could’ve stopped it just as well as you” marc argues and you blink away more tears that you refused to let fall.

“but i have these.. these abilities for a reason.” you retort and marc raises an eyebrow. “to do good. and that’s what i did” you said.

marc sighs and is about to speak when he’s interrupted. “she’s right.” jake says, and you look at the mirror to your right in surprise.

“she also fails to mention that she stopped the getaway car from ramming into traffic” jake shrugs and you get confused.

“how’d you..”

“oh, you left the news on” jake points to the tv, so both you and marc turn to it, and you see a video taken of yourself pulling the car away from traffic with your webs and your bare hands.

“several witnesses argue that this new vigilante is indeed not harmful at all, and is just trying to help” a news reporter states, and a camera cuts to a lady, probably an interview.

“yeah, this spider lady just kinda swung in and pulled the car away from traffic” she starts, smiling to herself. “i’m glad she did, because if she wasn’t there, that car would’ve hit me” she finishes, the cameras cutting back to more footage.

marc turns to you, still having a stern look on his face. “i can’t stop you. can i?” he states more than questions.

you don’t answer, but that gives him plenty of information.

“i’ll offer you a deal” he says and you look up at him.

“you can’t go out by yourself” he starts, already regretting his words. “but when i go patrolling, you can… you can come with us” he says quietly and you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“BUT- only once a week” he says and you nod quickly.

“i can’t believe i just said that” he mutters, flinching from surprise when you threw your arms around him.

“thankyouthankyouthankyou” you chant, marc chuckling as he brings a hand up to pat your back.

“i’m still.. angry at your decision though” marc says and you cringe, pulling away from him.

“i’ll make it up to you, whatever you want” you say a bit too quickly and he laughs again.

“just.. please don’t go out without me” he starts. “i mean it”

you nod sadly. “i promise i won’t” you say and marc sighs.

“enough of this- did you get hurt at all?” he asks and you shake your head.

“nope. just a car chase” you lie.

marc seemed to believe you, and he smiled at you.

“now let’s talk about how you stopped a car from ramming into traffic” steven cuts in excitedly, and you chuckle again.

that night, you told the guys exactly what happened, excusing the part with the guns and when you got hit by a car, oh and don’t forget you going to casper’s place and telling him about your secret identity.

but everything else, you told them.

steven was amazed, being honest. you being a 16 year old girl pulling a car to a stop with just some spider webs? amazing. he also told you not to worry about the door and the wall- he’d figure something out.

jake was just plain impressed. he knew you had potential to do this type of thing, he even told you so. he believed that if you really put your kind to it, you could be a great hero.

now marc, marc was still mad. well- not mad but disappointed. he just didn’t want you getting hurt, since you’ve already been through so much. he didn’t want a repeat of the incident. he didn’t know if someone out there has been looking for you either.

you assured them that you could take care of yourself.

you can, and you will.

and it’s like what jake had told you before you all headed to bed.

“you can be such a great little hero, little spiderling”

of course you smacked him in the arm for that- but he didn’t mind.

he didn’t mind because it was you.

none of them minded.

because it was you.

~~~

A/N : again- couldve delivered the requests better but oh well. hope you all liked it and ill see you all on tuesday!! :) <3

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[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

Hello, I really enjoy your blog! Delirium appreciation is always good to see. A question: let's say if hypothetically Del ever got a comic miniseries, what aspects of her character you'd like to see explored? Thank you!

thank you!

and god that's a fun question

some potentials here in no particular order of preference

• i'd love to see more of her realm. the little pieces we get in brief lives and her part of endless nights are both great and really appeal to me on a number of levels and i just wanna see more stuff she's got in there (and just like. the endless' realms inform their character a lot! and del's sundial, tempus frangit, i love everything about that. like, it's a play on tempus fugit, which is a fairly common latin term for time flies - tempus frangit means "time breaks", and she complains about the sundial having stopped, which. a clock can stop. a sundial can't. unless you're already somewhere where time is so broken even the sun has decided to do whatever the fuck it likes. and just, more little things like that, they're so delicious to roll around in my brain)

• del's relationship with the concept of destiny. talked about this a little before, but just because destiny is one of their siblings does not mean the other endless don't also have some weird connection to the threads of fate. and every time in this story that del loses control of herself, forgets where she is, can't quite place what she was trying to do next, her first instinct? pushes another piece of the tragedy into place

she didn't know why it was so important to look for destruction in brief lives, but she couldn't stop until she did. and that led to dream killing orpheus. she loses herself again in kindly ones, isn't sure what she's looking for, but her search leads her into the middle of dream's story again, and leads her to nuala, which convinces nuala to summon dream and dream can't say no and that's the final piece of the trap

and like. on some level, she knows that she does this. she has this scene with dream, which i think about a lot

she's the only one of her siblings, except maybe destiny himself, who understands the ripple effects the endless have on the universe, and i think she knows that she's often pulled around by fate when she least expects it. (this quote is also especially poignant when dream's death caused a reality storm, it was such an impactful moment it momentarily put cracks in the world around it, sending destiny's realm into chaos and leaving echoes splintering back and forwards through time. and del, in her part, was both instrumental to causing it, and was just blindly following the echoes she didn't realise were there)

i can't imagine she enjoys playing that part, but there's also not a lot she can do to change it. and i wanna know how that affects her

• delirium and death interacting. we never really get to see this one! we see how she interacts with all of her other siblings, but this is the only conversation between death and del we ever get. and i just wanna know how that relationship shakes out

on that note...

• del interacting with people who aren't her siblings. so much of the time we see her in the comic it's with one of the other endless, and that's all well and good, i love that, but her siblings know what to expect with her. you really can't beat moments like these for comedy and just general i love her-ness

• exploring the fact that delirium is not a child. like this one we get plenty of already, if you're paying attention to it, but yeah - it's one of her bigger inner conflicts, the way her siblings view her vs the way she actually is, more on that here. but i'm always down to see more of her independence and just what makes her tick

but overall, i'd just wanna see more del! part of what i love about her is i can never predict what she's gonna be up to the next time we see her, or what she's gonna say, and all of my favourite moments with her are ones that surprised me or that i never would have thought of. so just give me more del content where she gets to be herself!

[cartoonus-maximus]

Okay, I want to talk a little about my illness and my feelings about it while I'm able to think semi-clearly and put words together.

I haven't spoken about it much in depth on here but I have long covid. Which means a lot of different things to a lot of different people, as far as illnesses go, and it affects people in different ways.

For me, it means I'm much more affected by my allergies than I used to be. And my menstrual cycle has decided to rearrange itself, changing heavily from the pattern I had gotten used to over the past several years (I'm not counting how many years right now). But chiefly it means I'm exhausted all the time. Almost all of the energy my body generates is used exclusively for the basic things my body does to keep itself alive -- absorb nutrients from food, keep warm, regulate oxygen, etc. -- and I'm not left with much else. Some days, I can barely walk around my home.

With all my energy being used for other things, my brain power is heavily depleted. I can't think straight some days. I don't make many decisions for myself anymore. I have days (sometimes even weeks at a time!) where I forget things, because so little energy is being routed to my brain.

I'm sick and I don't even have the mental energy to learn about my illness, or the physical energy to get better. Any energy my body creates is used for the simple basic act of surviving every day.

And when I say I'm forgetful, I mean some days I set things down and forget about them, because my object permanence isn't there at the moment. But I also mean some days I don't remember the title of my favorite shows or books or movies, and couldn't tell you anything about them other than "it makes me happy, even if I don't know what it is anymore."

Like, literally, I started re-watching a show for the fourth time because I forgot the entire thing! DX On the one hand, it's fun to see my favorite shows and movies for the first time again, because how often do you get to do that, but on the other hand, I literally forget everything about them after a few days and it leaves me feeling empty and sad.

Some days I forget my own name, and face, and birthday, and hobbies, and have to reintroduce myself to myself.

Now, that's not to say it's always like that, and I think that's of the frustrating parts. Some days, I'm totally aware and with it and I can wax poetic about comic books I read years ago, I can churn out art and fics with the best of them, and I can analyze Russian literature from decades before my parents were born. I'm eager to chat with my friends about the latest movie or doll release and what are feelings are about where the franchise and industry as a whole is going. I can work part-time and I'm attentive at my job, zeroing in on minor blemishes in the film and removing them quickly, color correcting and editing and cleaning up as needed.

But other days, I feel like a zombie, shuffling around with no real purpose or thought to it. Sometimes, I have to be led around, verbally reminded to eat or instructed which room to go to. I feel like I've lost parts of myself, but I have no knowledge or what was lost -- only that there are gaping holes left. I'm lost in the brain fog, and I can't even begin to find my way out.

And those are the days that terrify me. If I'm being honest, I'm scared that one day I'll wake up having lost enormous pieces of myself, and those pieces won't come back to me, and I won't know enough to even know what they were. I'm scared of losing the things that make me me.

I feel my body failing me, and it scares me. I feel my mind failing me, and that scares me more.

[chaoticgremlinwholikescheese]

Radar and the No Good, Very Bad Day

A short drabble that's been rattling around in my brain :)

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Today has been a bad day for Radar. Not just because he's in a war zone (although that tends to make any day a little dreary), but because it's been a series of one bad thing after another. First, they'd run out of coffee in the mess hall. That was fine. Sometimes you have to start your day without coffee. But then, someone accidentally tripped him and sent his breakfast spilling all over the floor. He just got another tray. He was determined not to let this ruin his day.

However, more bad things just kept happening. He got a very angry phone call about some misfiled paperwork. It wasn't his fault, but since he's the clerk, they pinned the blame on him. Being yelled at over the phone for an hour would make anyone cranky. But that combined with the lack of coffee put Radar in an especially bad mood.

Of course, Frank decided that this would be the best time to come and bother Radar about something completely pointless. He then proceeded to insult Radar when he was unable to change the actions of others. Though Radar may practically run the camp, he's not the boss of anyone. He couldn't stop Hawkeye from filling Frank's pillow with cement even if he tried. Hawkeye doesn't listen to anyone's rules. 

Radar decided to make himself feel a bit better by grabbing a soda from the Officer's club. A grape Nehi is the perfect pick-me-up. But when Radar popped the cap off it exploded everywhere, ruining several important documents. Radar was able to salvage a little, but most of the drink ended up on the desk. Radar couldn't even be sure what the ruined documents were because the ink was all smudged. He'd have to redo everything. 

While he got to work on that, he decided he'd drink what little was left of his soda. He lifted the cup up, and saw a large spider floating in the liquid. Of course there just had to be a dead spider in his drink. Today was the worst day he'd had in a while, and that's saying something, considering he's in the army. 

An hour later a bunch of casualties came in. Everyone flocked to the OR to help, and Radar was left running around doing tasks. He was regaling some information to Major Houlihan when a patient refused to go under anesthesia without a fight. The guy started throwing punches every which way, and one of them managed to hit Radar in the chest. It wasn't hard enough to do any serious damage, but it definitely hurt. 

Radar hoped that would be the last of it. However, he was sorely mistaken. His shirt got stained with ketchup. Someone accidentally spilled water all over his newest comic book. The shower ran out of hot water. He stepped in a puddle and soaked his pant leg. The lid of the salt shaker came loose and ruined his dinner.

All in all, the day had been absolutely terrible.

And now, this was the last straw. His bear has a rip. It'd probably been there for a while and he hadn't noticed. It was pretty big now. Stuffing was sticking out from the torn fabric, the bear sagging softly. Radar had no idea how to fix it. Stupid as it is, he feels like he's about to cry. 

"Hey, Radar, I need a favor!"

Radar puts the bear down on the bed as he turns to Hawkeye.

"Yeah, sure, what do you need?"

"I need three eggs and- hey, kid, you alright?"

Hawkeye's mischievous expression fades to one of worry.

"I'm fine. You need three eggs and what else?"

"Forget that. You look like someone just kicked your puppy. What's going on?"

"It's nothing. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid if it's making you sad. Now tell Aunt Hawkeye what's wrong."

"My bear has a rip," Radar says quietly. He holds up the bear for Hawkeye to see. "And it's not a big deal, but today has just been one bad thing after another, so it was the cherry on top of everything else, and I don't know how to fix it, so the rip will just keep getting bigger until he falls apart completely."

Hawkeye gently takes the bear from him. He studies the rip for a second.

"Lucky for you, I happen to be a surgeon. I can stitch him up easy-peasy. He'll barely even have a scar. C'mon, I've got some thread back at the Swamp."

Hawkeye marches out before Radar can say anything else. He hurries after Hawkeye, following him into the tent. Radar settles on a chair as Hawkeye rummages around for some supplies. He pulls out a needle and some brown thread, smiling triumphantly.

"Usually my patients are a lot bigger and less stuffed, but I think he'll pull through just fine."

True to his word, Hawkeye makes quick work of the sewing. By the time he pulls the final knot, it looks like the rip was never even there. He hands the bear back to Radar.

"See? Good as new."

"Thank you. Really." Radar shoots him a genuine smile, holding the bear tight against his chest.

"No worries, kid. Now go get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day."

"G'night, Sir."

"Night."

As Radar heads back to his tent, he has a feeling that Hawkeye is right. Tomorrow is going to be a better day.

[dogtoling]

your oc lore heavily revolves around krakening you say 👀?? I really enjoy your splatoon ocs and i remember peppermint has a kraken condition of some sort (btw she’s one of my favourites i love her :3), but I don’t know much about your lore for it besides the contents of the kraken special post. can you share anything further about it, or point me to any posts where you’ve talked about it before?

Thank you! it makes me really happy when people like seeing my OCs. And to be fair Peppermint seems to be the one I draw the most lately... her lore specifically centers around the Kraken a LOT. Honestly, as for stuff about it, I don't really have much more than the Kraken post out in public (everything lives rent free in my brain). This comic i started making the other day taking place in like 2021 is extremely relevant to this topic... it's going to have at least one continuation, and i find it funny that the kraken was revealed to be re-added to the game literally 1 day after i posted this

But the gist of it is that yeah Peppermint does have Kraken syndrome, which triggered in around 2014 - she'd been playing for like four years OBSESSIVELY and she was kind of insane about turf wars. Per my story, her main was the Krak-On Splat Roller (and later the Custom Range Blaster) but uh... canonically, we don't know ANYTHING about the turf war scene prior to 2015 and whether those weapons existed at all yet, so you have to use your imagination on that. (I WISH WE KNEW, BY THE WAY.) She was genuinely going to pursue becoming a professional ink battler, but obviously her body said otherwise because involuntarily Krakening because you got too stoked about the match or got a bit too heated about an enemy player is kind of bad. Like really bad on every possible level.

So needless to say, she had to quit very much to her dismay and it was a primary reason why the blue team (which Engel was also part of!) ended as a whole. Doctors were busting their ass trying to figure out what the hell was triggering the transformations and why it was so easy, given that the drug was probably fairly new at the time and she was likely one of the first people out there to have Kraken Syndrome (Krakening like 6 times a day will do that to you), at least two years before cases of it would start more commonly popping up.

She's had meds for it for years and they seem to work fine, so it's not really a problem for her (except in the mornings sometimes and if she like, forgets to take them.) but she did go like the entire Splatoon 2 era without attending turf wars pretty much at all just because she was really worried things were going to go south, and again, none of her teammates really play anymore. She returned to Turf Wars for the first time in forever last year sort of on impulse as her and Amber happened to land in Splatsville just in time for the Rock-Paper-Scissors Splatfest and decided hey, why not. (then proceeded to be on different teams, so never mind.)

Um, she's been using the Splat Roller lately and enjoying more of a support position instead of Kill Everything Immediately, but now her actual main is coming back, WITH THE KRAKEN... I don't think she's going to be taking up on that offer and I don't think she's super thrilled about it.

however, here's a bonus picture of her from like, 2018-2019? having a kraken moment in her house.

[cherlawa-panna]

So first of all you’re like permanently associated with Barney Barton in my brain now so just FYI on that lol

and you reblogged the Aunt May thing and that got me thinking like could you imagine just each family member of a superhero going absolutely FERAL in their own unique way about how their superhero family member gets treated by the public or the press or whatever??

and then they make a little support group to trade ideas and tips and commiserate cause like “relative of a superhero” is a tragically small group lol we’ve got what, May, Barney, Hope Lang (who would absolutely organize a school walkout for her dad at the age of like 8 lol) and maybe Sam Wilson’s family?

and they name the group something super sappy that none of them take credit for but secretly they all love it lol

BESTIE, you won't believe how HARD it was to write this post. At first because of my exams, but then my internet stopped working at least five times during writing this and I lost my progress. I swear, this post is cursed 💀 I'M SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT. Everything was against me, I swear. I hate tumblr. Also I didn't proof read this because I was too close to strangle someone so bon appetit.

(We're talking about this reblog)

Okay, but let's forget about my misery. And instead let's start with the fact that this is the best compliment I've ever heard in my life. Being associated with this stupid pathetic man is amazing and I am very happy about it 💕 Maybe when I get my shit together I would write something more about him.

But anyway, YOU HAVE AN AMAZING MIND. Want to kiss you so much, this is so incredible. This idea of a support group of superhero's family members is perfect. I will definitely write more posts about it because you opened my mind and I have too many ideas with it right now. I know something like that already existed in comics but I don't remember them trying to fix heroes' images and they were more like a therapy group if I remember correctly.

WE NEED ALSO ADD KATE'S SISTER TO THIS GROUP. After what happened in Hawkeye: Kate Bishop (2021) I am pretty sure Susan would join them. Maybe not immediately because let's be real, she and Kate really had shitty relationship before the Hawkeye (2021) and after all, for a long time she did not even wanted to accept Kate being a hero lol (she literally ended their relationship because of that). Love to imagine that after what happened in Hawkeye (2021) she decided to "Okay. I'll try to being more supportive. Let's fix her shitty image in media" but then she realized how shitty Kate's reputation is and got mad. She's rich lady, I am pretty sure she would try to bribe people to stop talking shit about Kate.

I need her interact with Barney SO BADLY. They always seemed too much alike to me because they both had to grow up faster because of their stupid fathers (I have even post about it in my drafts, maybe I will public it when I wouldn't be too shy) and I'm just so hopeless about POTENTIAL with their friendship. Just older siblings of Hawkeyes who has enough of their little siblings bullshit but also has enough with media bullshit.

And I'm sure they would be TERRIBLE at fixing their sibling's image in the beginning. She would want bribe and he would want to blackmail or intimate (read: beat the shit of people). Even if they tried to solve this normally like May do, it probably wouldn't work well and they would go back to their old ways. Unknowingly more damaging to their siblings' reputation because they're idiots. Because no, bribing and blackmail the press wouldn't help change anything.

They're like those awkward parents who want to support you, but they do it in the worst possible way, embarrassing you in front of others and making you look like a loser. And Susan is the most awkward because she understands absolutely NOTHING about being a superhero. Barney know some things because y'know, he was a"""villain""" (he was so terrible in this to even call him a villain) and had his weird adventure with trying to kill Clint because of Zemo, then Thunderbolts and Dark Avengers with travelling across the multiverse etc. You know the deal. But Susan? Yeah, she helped her sister in Hawkeye (2021) but it was something not normal for her, like she said in #5 issue.

Anyway, Susan would most likely try to pay press to stop talking bad things about Kate but I'm pretty sure it would end badly anyway. I don't really see her writing to magazines, even if she did, she would probably prefer to call editors directly or even invited them for coffee or something like that. She would do it in the most "professional" way.

I can see Sarah being also feral about people talking shit about Sam but I know she would try to fix it in May way. Ya know, writing letters to magazines, giving bad reviews etc. But I know Sarah would send her neighbors and family friends to help her as well. Unfortunately, I didn't read a lot of comics with Sam so I don't know Sarah's personality or Sam's background well, so I can't talk a lot about Sarah. But based on Sarah's reaction when the newspaper wrote article about Sam's "shady past":

Barney however... Let's start with why I think he would be violent. While I like to think that he would try get a redemption after the shit what happened to him when Zemo got his hands on him, he wouldn't be able to live as normal citizen. Since he is still a wanting criminal and public will always connect him with people like Osborn no matter what he would do. So I know he wouldn't try hard to change his usual ways to fix problems since he'll be always see as a criminal. And we know how it works, why change your ways when people will always see you as bad guy? That's why I can see him using violent ways to help "improve" Clint's image. But I think he would try to it do in May way someday, because after all, he is just a tired guy who wants to have a peaceful life BUT we're talking about Barney, c'mon. Maybe he would try to find a balance, I can see him trying so hard to do it in peaceful way, maybe May or Sarah would help him in that lol. He would definitely subscribe to newspapers who wrote good articles about Clint (and if they also has a good crosswords) but he would be (almost) the most casual one in this group. Yeah, sometimes he would beat some random journalist but I like to imagine him joining this group more to find more non-villains friends and try to learn how to support his brother. It's just a weird type of therapy for him.

(Captain America (1968) #276)

... we can say that the way how public perceives Sam definitely affects her emotionally. So if there was ever a situation where suddenly a lot of the press started talking badly about her brother, she would definitely want to do something about it.

I like to imagine that the community where Sam is from (at least the one in the MCU) would definitely be pissed at the media's stupid talk about their Sammy. I'm not even sorry, but they would be his the biggest supporters. I think the media should be afraid to talk badly about Sam because I'm sure Sam's friends/neighbours would destroy them lol.

While Scott's daughter, Cassie is a superhero herself, I honestly think she'd love to join that group anyway. And like you say, Cassie definitely organized a school walkout for her father when she was a little kiddo. She loves her father and we know it make her furious when people call him a criminal.

I can also imagine that Sarah would be the one who started this group. However, I see May more as a "leader" than Sarah, mainly because she treats it more seriously (and I bet she call them "heroes who fight with press" or something like that). But maybe Sarah and May could run it together somehow. Honestly, there's definitely no official leader here, but since Sarah and May would take it the most seriously, they'd probably be the ones leading the group in a way.

(Young Avengers Special Vol 1 #1)

She would probably argue so hard on the internet with assholes insulting her dad, especially after his death. I imagine one day she suddenly popped at Sarah's house where the meetings take place and just like she did with the Young Avengers, announced that from now on she will be part of their group 💀.

My girl just wants to have other people around her who understand how hard it is when their loved ones are treated like a shit by the public. Let her be. Cassie has always been the kind of person to me who didn't care what other people thought about her, ya know? But at he same time when someone suddenly started talking bad about her dad or her friends, she suddenly became aggressive.

As I began to wonder, why don't we add Bucky's sister to the group? Honestly, I think it would be funny. Especially considering what's been going on with Bucky in the comics lately. Poor Becca trying to fix Bucky's image in the media, which is impossible because sometimes I think Bucky's secret hobby is to ruin his reputation as much as possible lmao.

I see her joining this group after her father's death, because Scott, despite sacrificing his life, was still judged by society because of his past. Which isn't fair since Scott turned back to crime to earn money to pay for his daughter's treatment while she was sick. And he actually became Antman to save her. Cassie is one of my favorite female characters, even though she annoys me more often because some authors write her too childishly, but she still has her charm. She's my girl trying her best.

Rebecca is an old woman, ya know, her children live their own lives, her grandchildren do too, maybe we'll kill her husband in this au, so she's also a widow. So it shouldn't be surprise if she started doing it partly out of boredom and partly to get closer to her stupid brother. To her, this whole group would be such a fun hobby, better than playing bingo 💀

I like to imagine she likes to buy gossip magazines, highlights the negative articles about her brother while doing her normal activities, like I don't know, going to church or taking care of her grandchildren. And if she sees an article about someone else, she sends it to the other members of group. While May would take this whole thing seriously, Becca would take it more as fun. BECAUSE HER EFFORTS ARE IN VAIN ANYWAY. SHE WOULDN'T NEVER BE ABLE TO FIX BUCKY'S IMAGE. The media will always talk badly about him because this guy has no intention of acting like a decent citizen. She would fight with the press and lose every time. And even if one (1) newspaper wrote something good about him, suddenly there would be four more newspapers writing the worst things about Bucky.

"and they name the group something super sappy that none of them take credit for but secretly they all love it lol" tbh I tried SO HARD to imagine what name would be, BUT I'M SO UNCREATIVE. But I love this concept. I see Clint making fun of Barney because of that lmaoo. But at the same time, Clint would be happy because it means HIS BROTHER IS CARING ABOUT HIM. Clint has such low expectations of his brother, he'll accept ANYTHING AT THIS POINT.

(This gave me an idea for a winterhawk fanfic where Becca and Barney knew each other from this group and Becca suddenly tries to get even closer to Barney because "our brothers are dating, WE'LL BE FAMILY SOON, WE SHOULD SPEND MORE TIME TOGETHER". Imagine one day Bucky finally visits his sister and finds Barney and Becca (and maybe the rest of the group) playing bingo or crosswords together. And Buck is "YOU KNOW EACH OTHER???" and Becca would be "Oh yes. He keeps me company, unlike SOMEBODY WHO WON'T EVEN ANSWER MY CALLS".)

I'm sure Susan would be against such a sappy name for a very long time because she's a SERIOUS businesswoman and she takes this whole group SERIOUSLY. But I know she would love it after some time, she has such a vibe of corny mom.

Cassie would think this name is super non-cool and try to find better name but her names would be WORSE. I'm so sorry Cassie, but you're sometimes personification of embarrassment.

Somehow it's funny to me that everyone here has a slightly different approach to this whole group. It could be the perfect idea for some fanfic series, because their dynamic would definitely be chaotic.

Barney Barton: Joined because he wanted to make friends fix his relationship with Clint and to do something good with his life. His ways are brutal (and illegal), but maybe in the future he will change it.

May Parker: Takes it very very seriously. She's also the most supportive of other members and most likely will give you the best advice.

Sarah Wilson: Also takes it seriously but not in the extreme way as May. She has "army" of neighbors and friends who are always happy to help her with "fixing" Sam's image.

Susan Bishop: She wants to support her sister and show that she accepts her as a superhero now. She treats it like a job and she prefer to call/invite editors directly for a talk or try to bribe them.

Cassie Lang: The most aggressive of them all. I would call her a combination of May and Barney tbh. Mostly probably arguing on forums or elsewhere on the internet.

Rebbeca Proctor: She treats it as a hobby and a nice way to spend time. She knows her efforts are in vain so she's here just for the ride.

Anyway, that's my thoughts about this concept! Thanks again for ask it was such fun to think about it! 💕💕 I'm again very sorry for a long wait, I swear it wouldn't happen again. I'll probably make another post if I come up with something else with this concept lool.

[youngneils-blog]

𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶.

Oh? Hello, I guess. I didn't expect to see anyone here.. Do you like video games? How about movies? Did you know I'm actually a screenwriter? Well not actually.. I mean I kinda am, or I think I am? I did help in a muscial though, they used the script I wrote. I thought it was pretty cool! What did you think?

𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁, 𝙾𝙾𝙲.

Yello, Yello! I'm Lore, or well that's what you can call me. I guess that's weird to use as a name or nickname, but yeah you can call me that or Rory! Welcome to my roleplay blog for Young Neil, I have not seen any other roleplay blogs for him yet so I decided to make one plus I wanted to join in on the fun!

𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴

★ I'm in my early twenties, so do understand I have a job and life to worry about, I also can be quite busy but I'll do my best to keep everyone updated and things of the sort.

★ I have a terrible habit of forgetting things or getting sidetracked, so please bare with me. I may get things confused and if so feel free to correct me!

★ I have a lot of brain rot going on for certain things currently, that specifically being Scott Pilgrim Takes off/vs the world. Kieran Culkin, succession, and Lymelife which I obsess over every single day. Oh, I'm also a huge Garfield and Pink panther lover.

★ I'm a rambler, sometimes I get excited and start talking too much. So my apologies if I post too much, I also might be a bit extra with trying to make everything look nice or good.

Anyways, let's get to the more important information as well as some rules and basics.

☕ I've watched both the show and movie, but have not read the comics yet. Although I have read up a few of the characters wiki and have been spoiled so I know something's but not a lot.

👾 Everyone is welcome to ask or even just pop in, you can also claim emoji's, just let me know and I'll add them to the anon list! Ooc, Non-canon, Canon are allowed. Shipping as well, as long as it's nothing illegal or wrong. Examples being Neil X Knives, or trying to ship a character who is lesbian like Roxy with Neil which I doubt would happen but better to say something cause you never know honestly with how the internet is.

☕ Nsfw is not allowed, you could perhaps make a few light jokes or something just nothing to vulgar and keep it vague please. Politics, Problematic asks, or anything along the lines are not allowed.

There's also what's been happening with Palestine and Israel, I am Pro-Palestine. Hopefully I'm wording that correctly, if not my apologies. I have an ooc account where I will spread awareness for that, reblogs and likes of the sort. My likes for this blog will most likely be full of stuff for support of Palestine as well, if you do not like that do block me. It's not that hard.

👾 I will not tolerate hate torwards anyone's gender, sexuality, race, or anything of the sort. Pro-Shippers and Com-Shippers, do not interact.

☕ Other than that please be respectful, and let's have fun!

𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂

Make sure to let me know if you want to claim an emoji, you're welcome to pick anyone you'd like or some type of combination of emojis as well! ^^

[jadethest0ne]

Hiiii

I enjoyed your comic ROTTMNT The Brains & The Brawn, it's something amazing because you've nailed the style, it looks quite similar to the actual style of the series! The expressions, the details, everything is incredible. I know it's going to end soon and well, I was wondering if we are going to be able to see the reactions of the other two brothers when they found out what happened to Raphael, or did Donny and Rapha decide to keep it as a secret? Also, I started to do a lot of research about electricity and it’s effects on the human body so I was wondering if Rapha end up developing any other electrical injury or if he had a heart problem in front of his family.

Well that’s all I have to say, thank you so much for making this comic! I end up doing a lot of research and learning a lot of stuff from the quiz jsjsjsj

Have a nice day/night.

Love your art

Bye byeee

P.S. I apologize for any grammar mistake, I’m from Latam and even though I already learned English I sometimes forget some grammar rules.

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed my comic and thought the art style was on point! I tried my best to make it feel like an episode from the show!

I don't have any plans on showing Mikey or Leo's reactions to what happened Raph and Donnie. I thought it would distract from the story, which was meant to just be about the two of them. A part of me also does think that they wouldn't tell the other two what happened right away anyway. So yes, maybe it's a secret at first, but they'd probably open up later on.

Raph doesn't develop any heart problems as a result, but as we see there is some nerve damage that he has to recover from. There's also some mental and emotional damage that we might see as well... ;3

I actually learned a lot from researching for writing the quiz, too, haha, so I'm glad I could spread some knowledge around XD

Thank you again, and I hope you also have a wonderful day/night!

(also your English is fine!)

[fiberslut]

Apparently the multiverse is real

Chapter 7: Itsy Bitsy Spider

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Pairing: the avengers x reader

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so you may find some funny words/sentences or broken grammar in here. I'll say sorry in advance but I've tried my best.

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

Warning: spoiler of Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness

'Where r u?' I decide to text Pete since I'd waited for him for 30 minutes

Lately, Tony was working so hard, not about technologies, but about matchmaking me. He tried to set me up with Franklin Richards, Harry Osborn, and Kate Bishop just to make me forget about Bucky. This week it is Peter Parker's queue. Tony didn't set me up with Pete but Pete asked me himself, so that is why I'm waiting for him in front of his dorm at Empire State University.

'I'm coming' Pete finally texts me back

5 minutes later

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I had to help my professor recalculate the equation, and then we forgot to add more variation so we had to recalculate it again but then we realized that we actually did it right in the first place so we had to go back to the same equation" He tells while he's panting

"Oh that sucks" My brain just went blank since he said the first 'equation' so I just pretend to enjoy his conversation

"So I'm thinking we should go to the planetarium after the movie, what do you think?" He asks nervously

"Yeah whatever" I just really want this day to end

"OK, let's go, um, where is Happy's parking anyway?"

"Just follow m-" Before I can finish my sentence, there is a glowing portal that appears in front of me.

"Hi I'm Doctor Stephen Strange, are you Y/N?" He asks me

"Yeah, and what do you want from me?"

"I just got back from the dark dimension, and Wong told me everything about you"

Oh, I totally forgot about that.

"You have to go with me" He tells me and starts to create a portal

"Hey sir, she has a date with me" Pete tries to intervene

"I'm sorry Pete, but I think it's important" I don't know if it's important or not but I'm surely not in the mood for a date tonight

Yeah. Instead of going on the 4th date of the week, I decided to jump into a portal with a total stranger.

The portal opens to an old library somewhere.

"I guess this is Kamar-Taj"

"Yes. And you must tell me about yourself so I could try to find a way to send you back" Stephen wastes no time and cuts to the chase

"Woah woah, we just met and the first thing you try to do is get rid of me?"

"Yes" He answers with an emotionless face

"Ok, first of all, I don't have any interdimensional diseases, I'm just stronger, faster, and just can heal myself"

"How long have you been here?"

"About 2 months""Wait, did you just spend 2 months in the dark dimension?" I just realize that

"Yes and it didn't feel that long, dark dimension doesn't have time"

"So you just went there just to be with Clea?" I tease him

"What? NO! Why would I want to be near that creature?"

"I thought you and her are a thing"

"Nope and never. She is Faltine and she rules the dark dimension"

"Oh. My bad. Where I'm from you guys are a couple"

"Oh. So what am I like in your universe?"

"You're hot, I mean hot mess, like you just used the darkhold and caused an incursion"

"Yuck that Stephen must be super reckless"

"It's just a bad writing, I guess"

"What do you mean?" He asks curiously

"Like you're just a character in movies and comics"

"So there is no magic in your universe? But how did you get here?"

"That is what I'm trying to find out"

"Ok. Let's try this"

He then pulls one of my hair and tries to create a portal with it.

"Nope it's not working" He shakes his head as there is no portal coming out of my hair

"Yeah. Even America Chavez couldn't find my universe"

"As a sorcerer supreme, I am sorry to tell you that this is out of my hands"

"It's ok, I'm kinda getting used to it now"

"Let's get you home"

"NO!"

"What do you mean NO?"

"Please. If I go back now, I have to go on a boring date, do you have any place to go or any mission to do? I can tag along, I won't be your burden just don't let me go back on a date"

"Actually I do have a mission"

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We're back in New York. At some random street. People are running away from an alley.

"My friend there needs some help, you stay here ok?"

"Ok" Actually I have no intention to stay still. So after Doctor Strange flies away from me, I run to that alley. (And yes, I reach there before him) There is a giant web and a giant spider-person. He is trying to attack Ghost Rider.

"I said stay there" Stephen finally reaches the alley and sees me

"That is Spider-X" I tell him

"How did you kno- anyways what should we do?"

"We need electrical energy so we can explode him"

"Do we really have to kill him?"

"That is the only way" Or in this case, that is the only solution that I read from Midnights Sons Unlimited Issue 3

"Ok fine"

"Oh we should tell all your friends to retreat"

"Ok"

Then Doctor Strange creates a portal to teleport Ghost Rider and John Blaze. After that, he creates a portal above Spider-X and drops a big electric generator on it. And bam! It explodes and kills that thing.

"That was convenient" John Blaze turns to talk to Stephen

"Thanks to you. I almost run out of ideas. That thing somehow managed to flee from my penance stare" Ghost Rider admits and thanks Stephen

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After Ghost Rider and John Blaze went home. Stephen decided to take me home (in this case, Stark Tower).

"That was amazing, thanks by the way" He says

"You're welcome" I smile back at him

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME AGAIN?!" Tony shouts

"Did you just ditch Pete to go out with another middle age man?" Tony still mads

"Hi dad" I smile apologetically at Tony as I remember that I forgot to text him

"Hi Tony" Stephen says "Your daughter really help me with the team today, she is really smart"

"You went on a mission?!" Apparently, that makes Tony even madder

"Yeah dad, but everything's fine"

"I gotta go now" Stephen clearly flees from the situation

"Did you hurt? What happened?" Tony seems to calm down after Stephen left "See? This is why I made you a suit"

"Nothing happened to me Tony, I finally use my comics knowledge to help people"

"That's great but next time just don't ditch Pete, that boy was devastated enough already"

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sharing this from a kind anon :D

here’s a free pass to gush about one your f/os btw

go wild, ma friend >:D

thank you to irummna’s kind anon and to you for passing it on :D

i had a hard time deciding on which f/o to do so, you’ll be getting michael and espresso! (oh god this is all over the place-)

honestly, like, michael’s just like so cool. i mean, maybe he was a jerk to his younger brother but still. like, he’s trying really hard to change. and especially in the bluesycapluses comic where it’s the part where he’s like, look i feel like i belong here, yay! i have trouble w/ feeling like i belong places and like idk. i think michael deserves everything little good thing that happens to him!! i just wanna hold his hands. ok like, it can be platonic or romantic but pls. he’s probably very cold and smelly (if its post scooper). or like a hug. i may accidentally crush him with my hug but it’s okay. and also, yes. yes, i do know that he is a rotting corpse but i do not care (that was directed at one of my classmates btw lol). i’m really grateful that whenever i just like to kinda ramble on and on he just listens. and michael has probably looked it up the interests and has made references for them bc why not. i also love to watch movies and shows with him! it’s rlly fun. my brain is currently ‘djfjksoakjcjaaaaakejrjd’ so, i apologize if this is kinda messy and makes no sense.

and on to espresso’s! his hair is surprisingly soft and wavy for a cookie. i want to give his head a little pat pat and forcefully make him sleep at least 8 hours /hj. anyways, i think it’s sooo cool how he knows how to do dark magic/coffee magic (i forget the official term lmao). espresso’s a really smart guy! i also loooove his style!! it just makes me happy, yk? sometimes we both get sidetracked and end up just talking about our interests- but it’s good. i like hearing espresso talk. i personally don’t really like coffee so sometimes we’ll have coffee and tea together! and then we’ll read to each other (or to ourselves) in one of our beds. sndjdjsksokejdjkaaaakkadjjdm, thank you for making this far!! i hope this wasn’t too weird