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[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Summer Serendipity

Summary: It was the summer break between the races, and Oscar suddenly came across a travel magazine about a quiet town in Northern Ireland on the work desk of someone who had left it open when he was visiting McLaren’s HQ in Woking. Next thing, he was on his way to Belfast, with nothing much on his mind, no worries about the championship standings, the braking mode, the corners or chicanes,... Nothing, just him and his summer getaway in Belfast.

Meanwhile, Edith Ezra, a devoted single mother working at a quaint cafe in Belfast, cherishes her two children, Ivy and Eddie, above all else. Having faced the heartbreak of their father's abandonment, Edith has built a life centred around providing for her family and creating a sense of stability for her children.

When Oscar's path crosses with Edith's in Belfast, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. As Oscar finds himself drawn to the warmth and genuine kindness of Edith and her children, he begins to see a different side of life beyond the fast-paced world of racing.

The first true warmth of a new sunny day arrived with a surprising clarity, chasing away the drizzles and grey that lingered in Belfast the day before. The sun painted the city in gold, coaxing flowers into bloom along the footpaths. Edith took one look at the clear blue above her window and made a decision: today was a day for going out, maybe they could have a picnic since today is the twins’ day off too. 

She packed a small picnic, cheese sandwiches, ham rolls, carrot sticks, sliced apples, and a tub of homemade flapjacks. Ivy insisted on bringing her favorite blanket, a faded tartan that had seen its share of childhood picnics. Eddie was in charge of juice boxes, which he nearly dropped twice on the walk down the stairs.

Oscar arrived at the café just as they were locking up. He wore a soft linen shirt, rolled at the sleeves, and sunglasses that made him look almost anonymous. There was a lightness to his step, a smile that came easily as Eddie launched himself into a rambling monologue about the “super secret picnic plan.”

“Serious business,” Oscar agreed, kneeling to help Eddie adjust his untied shoelace. “Can I be part of the mission?”

Ivy eyed him with mock suspicion. “Only if you carry the blanket.”

Oscar accepted the role with a solemn salute, and the four of them set off, laughter trailing behind them as they navigated the Saturday bustle.

Their destination was the Botanic Gardens, one of Edith’s favorite places in the city, lush, sprawling lawns, winding gravel paths, and the Victorian glasshouse that glimmered in the sunlight. They found a quiet patch beneath an enormous oak, just far enough from the playground for the children to run wild, but close enough for Edith to keep a watchful eye.

Oscar spread the blanket with exaggerated care, smoothing the corners as if it were a royal decree. Eddie and Ivy giggled, tumbling onto the tartan in a heap. Edith unpacked their food, arranging it with a mother’s neatness. For a moment, Oscar simply watched them, their easy affection, the way they fit together, the ordinary magic of a family at rest.

The meal was simple, but it tasted better than any fancy catering Oscar had ever had at a race weekend. Maybe it was the open air, or the way Edith laughed at Ivy’s jokes, or how Eddie’s sticky fingers kept finding their way into Oscar’s share of flapjacks. Maybe it was the freedom of not being watched, not being expected to perform.

After eating, the children coaxed Oscar into a game of hide-and-seek. Edith leaned back against the tree, her eyes following Oscar as he pretended to search and fail spectacularly, always just missing the children as they giggled from their too-obvious hiding places. He was utterly unselfconscious, letting himself be silly, letting the joy of the moment carry him.

When the adults finally convinced the children to take a break, they wandered through the gardens. Oscar pointed out the strange Australian plants in the Palm House, sharing stories of summers much hotter and drier than this gentle Irish day. Ivy asked endless questions, while Eddie clung to his mother’s hand, shy but fascinated.

They continued the afternoon at the playground, where Ivy challenged Oscar to a race across the monkey bars. Oscar obliged, flailing and nearly falling, earning shrieks of laughter from both children and even a rare, unguarded laugh from Edith. She was brighter today, Oscar noticed, her face relaxed, her posture open. She didn’t seem weighed down by worry or by the ghosts of the past.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the gardens, the air took on the faintest hint of chill. Ivy, usually indefatigable, let out a theatrical yawn. Eddie, perched contentedly on Oscar’s shoulders, was quieter now, his golden head resting sleepily against Oscar’s cap. Edith glanced at her phone, then at the sky, reluctant to let the magic of the day slip away just yet.

“Are you all hungry again?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Ivy perked up immediately. “Can we have fish and chips?”

Oscar laughed. “You read my mind, Ivy. I was just thinking about dinner.”

Edith hesitated, feeling the familiar tug between frugality and the desire to treat her children. Oscar caught the fleeting doubt in her eyes.

“Let’s make it an adventure,” he said gently. “Do you know a good place?”

Edith thought for a moment, then smiled. “There’s a chippy near the river. It’s not fancy, but the kids love it.” She looked at him, a little shy. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Oscar replied, meaning it.

They gathered their things and made their way out of the park, hands linked in a chain, Ivy leading Edith, who held Eddie’s hand, and Oscar carrying the picnic basket. The city was alive with summer energy: couples strolling, children riding bikes, music drifting from open windows. The walk to the chip shop was leisurely, filled with stories and laughter, the twins peppering Oscar with questions about Australia “Are there really kangaroos everywhere?”, “Has he met sharks or crocodiles before?”, “Are the giant spiders real?” and “Have you ever driven a real fire truck?”. 

The chip shop was just as Edith described: simple, bustling, redolent with the intoxicating aroma of frying fish with potatoes and vinegar. They found a table by the window, and Oscar insisted on ordering for everyone. He returned with steaming parcels of battered cod, crispy chips, alongside deep-fried fish with mushy peas, and a bottle of lemonade to share. The twins tore into the food with gusto, giggling over the fizz of the lemonade and the satisfying crunch of the chips. Edith, watching her children’s delight, looked younger, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed with happiness.

Oscar found himself studying her in the golden light. There was a softness about her now, a warmth that seemed magnified in these ordinary moments. When she met his gaze, she smiled, and for a second, it felt like there was no one else in the world.

Conversation was easy, unhurried. Edith shared stories of her university days, of wild nights at the student union and getting lost on the way to lectures. Oscar recounted tales of his travels, carefully edited, of course, focusing on funny mishaps and odd meals abroad. He told them about when one of his co-workers just casually adopted him and then told him to call Leo, this co-worker’s “dog son”, brother. Ivy and Eddie were entranced, their laughter ringing out in the small shop.

After dinner, they walked slowly along the river, the city lights twinkling on the water. Eddie clung to Edith’s hand, while Ivy skipped between Oscar and her mother, singing a made-up song about “picnic days and fish & chip shop nights.” Oscar listened, his heart aching with a gentle, unfamiliar longing. It was when Edith suggested to give him 

When they reached the café, Eddie was nearly asleep on his feet, and Ivy’s eyes were heavy with dreams. Edith unlocked the door and shepherded her children upstairs, pausing to turn back to Oscar. She lingered for a moment, as if wanting to say more. 

“Thank you,” she said quietly, almost as faint as a whisper, “I can’t remember the last time we had a day like that.”

He smiled, feeling a fierce, protective fondness for her and the twins. “Me neither.”

For a moment, they simply stood there, the city quiet around them. Oscar felt the urge to say something more, about how much this meant, about how he was starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he could find a different kind of happiness here. But he held back, content to let the silence stretch between them, full of possibility.

“See you tomorrow at the cafe?” Edith asked.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied.

The following morning, Belfast was washed in that rare, dazzling sunlight that seemed to make the whole city shimmer. Oscar woke with a sense of contentment, the echoes of laughter from the previous night lingering in his mind. The memory of Edith’s smile, Ivy’s hand in his, the taste of chips and lemonade, all of it felt both real and impossibly precious.

He moved through the morning with a lightness he hadn’t known in years. He made tea, scribbled a few lines in his notebook, and looked out the window at the busy street below, feeling, if only for a fleeting moment, as if he belonged. His phone, long neglected and still on do-not-disturb mode, sat face down on the kitchen counter. For days, he had managed to forget it existed, but now, out of habit more than needed, he picked it up and thumbed it awake.

The screen lit up with a list of missed calls and messages. Team updates, media inquiries, some from his mum, a few from old school friends…but most persistent of all were the missed calls from Lando. His teammate, fellow driver, and, despite the rivalry, a friend who always knew when something was off.

Oscar stared at the notifications for a long minute, torn. The world he’d left behind was calling, and with it came everything he’d tried to escape: expectations, pressure, the relentless grind of being “Oscar Piastri, Formula 1 driver.” For a heartbeat, he considered ignoring it all again.

But Lando had never been one to let things go.

The phone vibrated in his hand. Lando’s name flashed across the screen. Oscar hesitated, then sighed, and finally answered.

“Oscar! Mate, you’re alive!” Lando’s voice was half-relieved, half-indignant, all rapid-fire energy. “Where the hell are you? No one can get a hold of you. Zak’s losing his mind. I thought you’d been kidnapped by Ferrari or something.”

Oscar laughed despite himself, the sound rusty. “I’m fine, Lando. I just… needed a break.”

“A break? To where? You didn’t even tell me. It’s like you have disappeared, no news, no updates, not even a glimpse of you through someone’s camera. People think you’ve gone off to meditate in the Pyrenees or something.”

Oscar scrubbed a hand over his face, guilt pricking at him. “Sorry, mate. I didn’t mean to worry anyone. I just needed to get away. Clear my head.”

There was a pause on the line, and Oscar could almost picture Lando’s familiar frown. “Look, I get it. Everyone’s under pressure. But you can’t go radio silent, man. People care about you. I care about you.”

Oscar felt the tightness in his chest ease a little. “Thanks, Lando. Really. I just… I needed to find out who I am without all of it, you know?”

Lando was quiet for a moment, then softer: “Yeah. I get that. But you don’t have to do it alone. Where are you, anyway?”

Oscar hesitated. A part of him wanted to keep this world, this sweet Belfast life, hidden, untouched by the noise and scrutiny of racing. But the loneliness in Lando’s voice tugged at him.

“I’m in Belfast,” he admitted. “Just… taking some time. Met some good people. It’s quiet here.”

Lando whistled. “Northern Ireland, eh? Didn’t have that on my bingo card. Are you coming back?”

“I don’t know when, but not now,” Oscar admitted, the truth heavy on his tongue. “I think I need a little more time. But I’m okay, Lando. Really.”

Lando’s laugh was wry. “You sound different. Happier, maybe. That’s good. Just promise you’ll check in? And, uh… don’t get too attached to the Guinness.”

Oscar grinned. “No promises.”

“You sounded different, Osc.”

“Different how?”

“Like you’re happier, maybe I should come to Belfast too.”

“I don’t think it suits you, Lando. You would feel too bored in your second hour here.”

“Challenge accepted, Osc.”

They talked for a while longer, the conversation meandering from racing gossip to old in-jokes, to a tentative, unspoken understanding that things might never be quite the same. When Oscar finally hung up, he felt a strange mix of relief and longing, grateful for the friend who cared enough to reach out, but also fiercely protective of the small, precious life he was having here.

He slipped his phone back into airplane mode, tucked it away, and got ready for the day. Downstairs, the café would be opening soon. Edith would be there, her hair shining in the morning light, her smile ready to welcome him home. And for now, that was enough.

As he stepped out into the sunlit street, Oscar realized that sometimes, the past doesn’t have to be an enemy. Sometimes, it’s just a reminder of how far you’ve come, and how much you have to lose.

He made his way to The Bean & Blossom, eager for the quiet comfort of Edith’s company and the cheerful chaos of the café. The bell on the door chimed as he entered, and he found Edith behind the counter, brow furrowed over her phone, Ivy and Eddie perched nearby with bowls of cereal. The twins greeted him with sleepy grins.

Edith looked up, her relief obvious. “Morning, Oscar. You’re just in time.” She held up her phone. “Angie, the part-timer, just called in sick. It’s just me and the kids today, and… well, the Sunday crowd’s no joke.”

Oscar didn’t hesitate. “Put me to work. I can take orders, clear tables, whatever you need.”

Ivy perked up. “Can Oscar make smoothies?”

Edith laughed, the tension easing from her shoulders. “If he can figure out the blender, he’s welcome to try.”

Oscar grinned, rolling up his sleeves. “Point me at the to-do list, boss.”

The first hour was a gentle warm-up: regulars trickled in for their usual scones and flat whites. Oscar, more used to the hum of engines than espresso machines, approached the counter with a mix of bravado and trepidation. Edith gave him a crash course on the till and the basics of the coffee machine.

“Steam wand on the left, milk jug here, and, careful, it bites if you’re not gentle,” she teased, demonstrating a perfect swirl of froth.

Oscar’s first attempt produced a cappuccino that was more foam than coffee. The customer, a wiry old man named Mr. McBride, sipped it, then winked. “Are you trying to drown me, lad, or just impress the boss?”

The regulars quickly caught on that Oscar was a rookie. Mrs. O’Malley, who always ordered the strongest black coffee, offered advice (“You need a heavier hand, love, don’t be afraid of the grind!”), while young Jamie tried to teach Oscar latte art, resulting in a bear-shaped blob that sent the entire counter into giggles.

Between spills, Oscar found a rhythm. He cleared tables, delivered pastries, and learned to decipher Edith’s handwritten order slips. The twins helped by ferrying napkins and stacking sugar packets, their pride in “helping Oscar” obvious. Edith darted between the kitchen and the front, her energy infectious, her laughter rising above the clatter.

At one point, Oscar dropped an entire tray of croissants. Flour dusted his hair and shirt, and Edith doubled over with laughter. He grinned, brushing crumbs from his shoulders. “I’m more of a hazard than a help, aren’t I?”

“You’re perfect,” Edith replied, eyes warm, “just maybe don’t quit your day job.”

As the lunch rush eased, Oscar found himself enjoying the simple cadence of café life: the regulars’ stories, the children’s laughter, the way Edith’s hand brushed his when they worked side by side. He felt, perhaps for the first time in months, useful in a way that had nothing to do with speed or fame. He was just Oscar, present and needed, part of something small but real.

After the last customer left, Edith flipped the sign to “Closed” and exhaled deeply. The kitchen was a mess, flour and coffee stains everywhere, but the atmosphere was jubilant, the air thick with accomplishment.

“Not bad for a first shift,” Edith said, handing Oscar a mug of tea. “You survived the coffee machine, the flour and Mrs. O’Malley’s critiques.”

Oscar raised his cup in salute. “I think I earned my stripes.”

The twins, sprawled on the sofa, demanded a reward for their hard work. Ivy piped up, “Mum, didn’t you say we could go see the giant’s footprints if we helped out?”

Edith smiled at Oscar, her cheeks pink. “We did make a promise. How about next Saturday, if the weather holds? We’ll make it a proper outing, The Dark Hedges, Carnlough Harbour, Cushendun Caves, and The Giant’s Causeway.”

Oscar felt warmth bloom in his chest. “It’s a date,” he said softly, meaning every word.

Edith’s eyes met his, holding his gaze for a long, sweet moment, the promise of more adventures, more ordinary magic, and maybe, just maybe, an unexpected kiss.

As they set about cleaning up together, Oscar realized that sometimes the best kind of belonging came not from winning, but from simply showing up, messy, earnest, and all in.

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[bookishswordfish]

Thunderbolts Review

WARNING: SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!! IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS, PLEASE SCROLL

I am going to start out by saying that this movie is fucking great. I genuinely enjoyed this movie so, so much. The story was great, the characters were incredibly emotional, and the action was a lot of fun to watch.

Now, on to the specifics

Can I just say, Bob? Phenomenal character. Lewis Pullman is an incredibly talented actor. His performance is captivating, and he is able to play such dynamic, complex emotions

I honestly loved John Walker. He is the same character as the Walker we know from TFATWS. He’s still an asshole, but he’s fun to watch because the context is a a lot different

Walker calling Bob “Bobby”, unintentionally calling Bob the name his abuser called him? Yeah, that fucking hurt, but what a great detail

Valentina is diabolical. Her manipulation of Bob was heartbreaking to watch. Her calling him “Robert” and saying how she is the only one who understands him, who thinks he’s special, to someone who is so emotionally vulnerable genuinely made me angry

And Valentina’s lore drop sure was something. I want to see more about how her accidentally getting her father killed had followed her throughout her life

And I’m pretty sure the necklace she’s wearing when first talking to Bob is the same necklace she has in the flashback

I love how seriously this movie takes mental health

I loved how the final fight scene is essentially Bob fighting his inner demon, but he starts out alone, so it begins to consume him, but when the rest of the Thunderbolts simply hold him and say he’s not alone, that’s when he’s able to overcome the Void

I greatly enjoyed the color scheme of this movie. I thought it was really cool how it was pretty gray-scale, very bleak, so the color popped a lot more, but using the coloring and scenery to depict how life with mental illness can be very bleak and colorless was a really beautiful detail

I accidentally said “Ew” at a not-quiet volume when I saw Bob’s blonde hair. Thank GOD it went back to brown

Void’s design was fucking cool

The humor in this movie was really well-timed

I love how much Red Guardian and Yelena bickered, but I love even more how much they love each other

Alexei’s scream when he thought Yelena was dead broke my fucking heart

The lighting in this movie was super cool. I really liked the first scene Yelena was in. The shadows were really cool to watch and acted as a nice bit of foreshadowing

I wish there was more Bucky, but I understand why there wasn’t. They wanted to give the lesser-known characters a chance to be in the spotlight

And I still hate his hair. His hair in the end credit scene is even worse

BUT the car chase scene that we were shown in the trailers is really fucking cool. It definitely felt like we were watching the Winter Soldier in action (in the sense that this seems like an action the Winter Soldier would do, not that he was the Winter Soldier, if that makes sense)

I cried when Alexei was telling Yelena that she was a good person. I love how it was made abundantly clear that, yes, Yelena is not alone. Yes, the bad feelings are easier to bear with people. But that doesn’t mean the bad feelings go away right away, it just means there are other people to help you carry the weight

Sambucky shippers, I say this with the utmost sincerity, I am sorry

(They are majorly disagreeing in the end credit scene, but NO, Sam is not in the movie)

I know for a FACT that Ava and Yelena bullied John until he swapped the helmet for his little beret (they still definitely bully him for it)

I also love how Bob has his own little calm corner in the New Avengers HQ (I’m not sure what they’re calling it)

AND HOLY SHIT

FANTASTIC FOUR

HELL YEAH

To conclude, I love this movie. (Clearly. I’ve said “I love” so many times, it’s ridiculous.) I’m sure there’s so much about it that I haven’t said, but these are my thoughts after my first watch. All of the actors gave amazing performances, and the heartfelt moments were a pleasure to watch. The characters were all enjoyable to watch and extremely sympathetic. I am trying to strong-arm my brother into going with me next weekend. I completely suggest you go see it.

[legendary-69420]

☆o( F1 Grid Gone Wild : The Mystery of the Missing Driver )o☆

Genre: Humor, Friendship, Lighthearted F1 Fanfic Warnings: none I guess

a/n : This is part 5 of the series (You can also read it without reading any previous part). This is not the part of my story racing hearts but is another AU for my character. Hope you enjoy it. _________________________________________________

🏎️ Group Chat Name: "WHERE IS MARK???" 🏎️

[8:45 AM]

Carlos: Guys. Oscar: ? Lando: ? Yuki: What now. Carlos: Has anyone seen Mark? Max: No, why? Carlos: He’s not answering his phone. Charles: Maybe he’s sleeping, relax. Carlos: He’s not at home. Oscar: …what? Lando: ??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S NOT HOME. Yuki: NOT FUNNY, CARLOS.

[8:50 AM]

Carlos: I’m being serious. I went to his place this morning, and he’s not there. Oscar: Check Ferrari HQ? Carlos: Already did. Not there either. Yuki: Bro, what. Lando: STOP PLAYING, THIS ISN’T FUNNY. Max: His car keys are still in his apartment?? Carlos: Yup. Yuki: Ok, nah, this is feeling illegal. Oscar: He wouldn’t just leave without telling anyone, right? Carlos: He always leaves a text. Always. Max: Okay. Breathe. Where did you last see him? Carlos: Last night in the drivers' lounge. Lando: We were all there last night. Charles: We all argued with him last night. Max: Oh sh— Yuki: …oh. Oscar: Did we push him too far? Carlos: No, no, Mark’s not like that. Lando: Bro was PISSED last night. Oscar: We ALL made fun of him. Yuki: He called us “a circus of overpaid clowns” and stormed off. Max: And then Lando said “Take your main character complex somewhere else” 😭😭😭 Lando: OKAY BUT I DIDN'T MEAN IT 😭😭😭

[9:00 AM]

Charles: I’m going to the track. Carlos: He’s not there, I already checked. Charles: CHECK AGAIN. Oscar: …Charles? Lando: ?? Max: Bro is already in his car. Carlos: He’s going 200 km/h, guaranteed. Yuki: Ferrari finally moving fast for once. Max: 💀💀💀

[9:10 AM]

Oscar: What if he’s hurt. Yuki: Don’t say that. Carlos: What if he’s with… Rico Levian. Lando: 😳 Yuki: …NOT THE SUPER MODEL. Max: THIS IS NOT THE TIME, CARLOS. Oscar: If he’s with Rico, I’m leaving this chat. Yuki: SAME. Charles: HE’S NOT WITH RICO. Carlos: You sound real sure about that, huh? Max: How do YOU know, Charles? Lando: Sounds like somebody’s jealous. Charles: Shut up.

[9:30 AM]

Carlos: I’m calling his parents. Yuki: NO, DON'T DO THAT. Oscar: His mom will freak out. Lando: Isabella Spencer will have the WHOLE GRID in cuffs. Max: We’ll be on the evening news: “F1 Drivers responsible for rookie disappearance.” Yuki: Charles will get blamed first, 100%. Carlos: True. Charles: SHUT. UP.

[10:00 AM]

Charles: I CAN’T FIND HIM. Lando: 😭😭😭 Max: Ok ok, think, think. Where would he go? Carlos: He’s not at the track. Not at home. Not at HQ. His car is at home. Oscar: He doesn’t like clubs, so he’s not out partying. Yuki: He wouldn’t just disappear like that. Charles: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. Lando: 😳 Oscar: 😳 Yuki: 😳 Carlos: …Charles? Charles: You ALL were picking on him. ALL OF YOU. Max: 💀 Bro, YOU were laughing too. Charles: I WASN’T MEAN. Carlos: You called him “Drama King in Monaco” and said, “Go ahead, storm off, nobody’s chasing you.” Lando: "Nobody's chasing you" HAHAHA Charles: STOP LAUGHING. THIS ISN’T FUNNY. Carlos: HE’S LITERALLY GONE AND YOU’RE HAVING A MELTDOWN. Charles: YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE??? Charles: I CAN’T LOSE HIM. I CAN’T LOSE HIM. Yuki: 😳 Oscar: …uh. Lando: "Lose him" ??? Max: EXCUSE ME?? Carlos: WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT "LOSING" HIM? Yuki: Charles, are you… are you good? Charles: SHUT UP.

[10:30 AM]

Charles: I’m calling the police. Carlos: NO, NO, NO. Max: Bro, NO. Oscar: STOP. Yuki: WE CANNOT HAVE THE POLICE AT FERRARI HQ. Carlos: DO YOU WANT THIS ON TMZ?! Max: I CAN ALREADY SEE THE HEADLINES: "F1 Drivers Can’t Keep Track of Their Teammate.” Oscar: "Ferrari loses another one." Lando: "Mark Spencer, gone but not forgotten." Charles: YOU ARE ALL USELESS. Yuki: Says the guy about to call Interpol.

[10:45 AM]

Mark: ??? Mark: WTF HAPPENED HERE???!?!? Lando: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH Carlos: AIN’T NO WAY. Oscar: THIS BETTER BE A GHOST. Max: WHERE ARE YOU. Yuki: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. Mark: Sleeping, bro?? Lando: SLEEPING WHERE?? Max: ARE YOU OKAY?? Carlos: Do you know we were about to call Interpol??? Yuki: I ALREADY DRAFTED A MISSING PERSON POSTER. Oscar: DUDE, WE WERE ABOUT TO CALL YOUR MOM. Mark: Relax, I was in the driver's lounge. Lando: HUH??? Max: WHERE??? Mark: In the corner. I was sleeping in the beanbag chair. Carlos: YOU WERE IN THE ROOM WITH US THE WHOLE TIME???? Oscar: SIR. Yuki: WE WERE LITERALLY IN THAT ROOM. Lando: WE SAT IN THAT ROOM FOR TWO HOURS. Charles: No. No. No. No. No. Mark: Y’all are so loud, I put my phone on silent. Lando: WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD. Carlos: YOU HAD CHARLES READY TO CALL INTERPOL. Oscar: YOU HAD CHARLES SAYING “I CAN’T LOSE HIM.” Max: YOU HAD US READY TO FIGHT RICO. Charles: I’m blocking you. Mark: Why are you mad 💀💀💀 Charles: I HATE YOU. Carlos: "I CAN’T LOSE HIM, I CAN’T LOSE HIM" Yuki: Bro was two seconds from writing a love letter. Oscar: I’m getting this printed on a hoodie. Lando: Nah, we’re making it the NEW CHAT NAME. 🏎️ Group Chat Name Changed to: "I Can't Lose Him 😭😭😭" 🏎️ Charles: DELETE THIS CHAT. Max: NEVER. Carlos: We are eternal. Oscar: LEGENDARY. Mark: Y’all need help.

[desparaic]

Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past

Rengoku X Fem! Reader

I’m sorry, I never really do this kinda stuff before, but this has just been rotting my mind

read part 2 here

So, imagine Rengoku's teenage son traveling to the past when trying to fight a demon.

He is confused by the fact the demon just used his BDA and ran away just like that. He looks around and even checks himself, nothing.

Tf this demon do?????

Sun is almost up. Weird. He swears it just set only a few hours ago.

He tries to chase after the demon but with the thick trees, it’s hard to see where he went.

Defeated, he decides to go back to the corps headquarters, maybe visit the estate and go see his mother again

Imagine his surprise when he finds that things are a bit different than the last time he left the hq

I’m sorry what do you mean the current oyakata is Kagaya??? Isn’t that Kiriya-sama’s late father????

wait is that Uzui-san????? He has both of his eyes???? And he’s back being a slayer now?????

And why does everyone look at him weird????? Wait, where are his friends????

He has to take a double take when he sees the news post near the garden and realizes the year of the news is set in 19XX, more than 15 years back into the past.

He swears it’s a prank

it isn’t lol

After a liiiitttlee panic attack and existential crisis, he realizes he’s in the past

Down side, he doesn’t know how to get back and what this means

Upside, he can see his mom in action as a hashira!

She retired when he was born, so he didn’t get to see her in action aside from training sessions.

Excited (as if he wasn’t just panicking about this lmao), he rushes all over the place to find his mother

people be staring at him

who is this carbon copy of the flame hashira and why is he running

Eventually finds her just about to take off for a mission

“MOTHERRRRRR!”

I’m sorry huh?

You look at the kid surprised. Not only is he look exactly like your husband, this kid just called you mom.

I’m?????? Did Kyojuro have a secret love child???? or a relative he never told you about?????

Your future son is just so hyped seeing you in your uniform the first time he almost forgot to explain himself LMAO

When he quickly introduces as your son you’re just there like 🧍‍♀️

This kid needs to find a physician quick

Well, turns out he isn’t lying, especially after telling you an intimate detail that only a few people know.

You’re flustered, surprised, bewildered, but most importantly…

You’re excited to see him! You and Rengoku have always talked about having a family, so you’re so glad you both eventually do!!!

Immediate bond. Get along super well. Almost like y’all are related dang who would’ve thought

You excitedly say, “Oh, I can’t wait for Kyojuro to meet you! I bet He’s excited to see his son from the future! You look just like him!”

his genes do be strong

but as soon as you say that, your son’s smile fades.

Your motherly instincts tell you something is wrong.

“Is everything okay?”

You didn’t miss the way he furrows his eyebrows and lift the corner of his lip in annoyance, even if it was just a split second.

He only smiles (though your mama bear instinct is like “no, no, this kid definitely hidin’ smn), “no, nothing’s wrong.”

”Oh! Can you show me your breathing technique, Mother? You never get to show me your breathing style!”

Huh. Weird.

Okay gonna write a part 2 because this way too long brother

UPDATE: aight here it is part 2

[acrowandtheirshinies]

Random Boothill hcs - AU edition

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Before this- Ask box is opened feel free to drop anything or if there's a continuation you want! These are just the assortment of aus I have but all are fluff I swear!

[ Character - Boothill ]

[ AU - Pokémon AU, Hybrid AU ]

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Pokemon AU -

First of all, he absolutely is a Pokémon Ranger who has a Mudsdale and a Bramblin on his team but besides his team is how you two probably met- in the middle of the forest or probably him chasing after his Phantump

Love at sorta first sight is real and it's between y'all two. His pokemon though are the ones who really like you though so they play favorites unfortunately for Boothill

They like the way you talk to them in the baby talk way and they refuse to listen if you don't use that voice for them and Boothill tells you all the time not to spoil them

"Sugar they're gonna be spoiled rotten if ya keep doing that"

":p"

Takes every chance he can to send you good morning, night, and reminder texts whenever he's out on a job for HQ- he refuses to let the distance get in his way from taking care of you

Is your biggest fan if you do pokemon contests or gym battles because he knows you've got the talent to do either and/or both if you wanna be a double threat

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Hybrid AU -

Border Collie or a German Shephard or both, super fluffy though and has a lot of energy and half the time it drives you up the wall how much energy your boyfriend has oh my gods it's insane but you wouldn't change it for the world

Absolutely loves it when you hold his hand or squish his face, he acts a little hesitant when asked in public but in private please do it or he'd do those sad dog whines

Very attentive to your emotions even when you aren't realizing how it is, he'd make sure you have a bottle of water or something, like he's built to be good at this sorta business but also he's got the canines of a hunter

Also to the attentiveness- he's so aware of things when you're both out in public, he's terrified of losing you all the time in crowds even if you're taller than him. But also he's kinda protective so expect him to keep an eye on you when you're both out and about

He's clingy especially when tired so don't expect to get up at a reasonable time

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[koreanbibliophilegirl]

CHARACTER BLURBS FOR MY DSMP SUPERPOWER AU

As promised to @aimlovesmusic :D 💗

Requested characters were Eternal Duo(Eret and Foolish), Quackity, and Ranboo!

Eret👑

Hero!

Hero Name: Monarch

Unofficial spokesperson for the Hero HQ, bc she's beloved by the masses and can stay calm & collected in the spotlight. In other words, he's the best cannon fodder for them 'cause she's got both high popularity ranking and PR skills.

Power is physical control(? idk what to call it), anyone who sees their glowing white eyes has to move in any way she commands. For example, he could tell someone to drop the gun, and that person would have to drop it. She can't control minds though, so everyone is fully conscious during the control & he can't tell people to think a certain way. + the control stops when Eret can't see you anymore/covers their eyes, with sunglasses, etc.

Hero HQ set his image up to be some sort of lethargic royal, never moving more than they need to- but Eret can run in heels & throw things with scary precision actually. She carries knives around just in case, and later they acquire mini grenades! :D

Likes maracons(INHALES them whenever they're stressed)

Foolish🦈

Also a hero!

Tentatively labeled the Golden Shark

He can call up storms and/or rain/thunder/lightning separately- indoors or outdoors, it doesn't matter.

Also, given enough material, he can build things in seconds! He essentially draws out a blueprint in his mind and moves his hands accordingly, and the materials just assemble themselves. This is usually v exhausting though, it's total knockdown for him if the build is big enough.

Adopted by former hero Puffy(Hero Name: Captain Puffy) as a teen

Is friends with fellow hero Tina Kitten(Hero Name: Carrot Cat... Probably. I'm still working on it)! Tina's powers(basically Cat™️) overlap with other, more popular heroes though, so Foolish got way more support from the Hero System than her. Foolish feels bad about this and tries to help her get more recognition, but there really isn't much he can do.

Hero System favors popular heroes and gives them waaaaaay too many patrols, so he's always exhausted now that he's in the top 10

Meat lover

Eternal Duo👑❤️🦈

Often paired on patrols together

Dating <3

One of the most popular RPF ships on in-universe ao3

They've got a Golden Deities brand, since Foolish's hero persona is Playful but Powerful God of Storms & Eret's the Languid, Relaxed Royalty, and both their costumes have golden bits on them.

Foolish gets shanked on patrol and Eret goes INSANE with their throwing knives

Poor villain Redrum didn't know what hit him lol

After the Golden Shark is announced to be in recovery, the videos of Monarch chasing down Redrum in heels becomes a sort of internet meme

Even more so bc Eret was the only hero who ever came close to actually catching Redrum

Eret expertly wielding knives in public leads to a rebranding, since the powerful-lazy-monarch persona was more or less shattered. Foolish wholeheartedly supports & enthusiastically endorses this change👍

Quackity🎰

Mafia kingpin

Code Name: Rey Club

There's an explanation about the Las Nevadas codename system in the "Lilly's dsmp superpower au" tag. ...Somewhere. I don't have the link rn. I'll add it later😅👍

[Edit: here! Also I realized I changed some minor details since I posted that. Las Nevadas is not a family business!]

Took over LN when he was younger. Vibes are <The Court Jester> by thquib. I love that song.

Paranoid about his position as a result

SKILLED bartender

Since he hides his face as Rey Club, he secretly works in the LN casino palace's bar as Quackity the bartender. He hears a lot of gossip that way, and it's sorta relaxing too.

Sometimes he orders hits on Karens

Fave cocktail is Clover Club, but he pretends to like Casinos better when he's Rey Club

Ranboo🖤💜🤍

Triple Powered, which is super rare

All of benchtrio has 2+ powers so they all pretend to be single-powered(choosing their weaker powers to show) so that their vigilante identities stay hidden

Ranboo can teleport, compress(Silk Touch?), and BITE. They can bite through near anything. Chomp chomp

Works at the local library under Technoblade

And therefore first of the Bench Trio vigilante team to discover wildly popular vigilante duo Emerald Duo's civilian identities

Likes figs- wait why do I keep talking about favorite foods. Eh whatever. He also likes cake & other sweet baked goods.

Vigilante name is Endgame apparently. I'm ngl I completely forgot what I named them & had to check my notes OTL

(Tubbo and Ranboo's vigilante names went through a lot of changes so I lost track of them skajskdaskjdka)

Doesn't talk as Endgame bc they're afraid they'll stutter and sound awkward + doesn't trust himself to not give away his speech mannerisms. Tommy and Tubbo don't care but Ranboo is Anxious™️

This impacts Endgame's popularity as a vigilante a bit

Aaaaaand that's all four!!!! 🥳💕

It's been a hot minute since I worked on DSMP Superpower AU, so it's really nice returning to it :3 Hopefully I can work on it more after my exams😊😅

[transingsomeformers]

something thats been eating at my mind to write/draw but if my boy hotrod/rodimus guest appeared in rescue bots this is whats been swimming around in my brain a while rambles down below

he wouldnt be like the main main focus hed be a guest star ofc

a new bot shows up on the island in vehicle form at first, but thats not really subtle cause hes a racecar and everybody is like "whats a racecar doing by this lake?" one that nobody super recognizes at first glance except fr salvage and blurr.

and blurr starts getting ecstatic when the bot transforms and its hot rod! (studio applause) and while blurr is going a lil nuts with excitement salvage fills them in that hes an old racer from velocitron and blurr is all like

"dude, hes not just 'an old racer' hes one of the greatest racers velocitron has ever seen!!!" and he starts infodumping abt him and in the back of his mind heatwave is like "greaaat another bot who doesnt think before he acts we gotta deal with" so they all go and approach him to find out what hes doing there

and blurr is really excited cause he thinks hot rod is so freaking cool and they can race and he can show hot rod his moves but hes not there on any kind of autobot business or even for racing much to everyones surprise.

hes only there to go fishing.

hes on vacation and been really excited for his fishing trip that hes been planning especially on a bot friendly island and by god hes looking to catch himself a real prize to brag about to the boys back home.

chief burns perks up at this, and its about time for the burn's annual fishing trip so they kinda end up combining the two trips. hot rods down for any good spots, and the others (mainly heatwave) wanna keep an eye on him

so the next day they all get ready and they go on the burn's trip first and are out to sea.

Salvage wants to try out something hes been working on around their spot and he stays on shore

Blurr is disappointed that hotrod isnt there to race but hes not passing up an opportunity to hang out with hot rod so he offers to go out with them on the water even tho he couldnt care less about fish. and maybe he can talk him into a small match later. Salvage kinda warns him not to get his hopes up, and that maybe he should take time to talk about other things with him. (blurr kind of blows him off tho which ruuuuuude!!! be nice!!!)

They get out on the water and everyone else is rlly casual and hit it off with hotrod p well. the burns family exchange stories with him, he talks about the states hes visited with some friends of his on earth. and ofc the conversation circles back around to the different fish hes caught chase questions if he has the proper liscenses for that. to which hotrod pulls up copies of some fr the different states he been in (all of them have the last name witwicky on them ;) ) all in all everyone is having a good time

everyone but blurr. he was hoping that maybe he could get some tips on racing, or anything to do with racing at all while theyre out there but hot rod's just really passionate about this trout he caught out in oregon and its driving him nuts. he ends up moping about it and just goes back to shore with blades cause he forgot his little hat and its just not the same without it.

They get back to the shore and salvage asks how its going and blades is like "Oh its great! turns out he speaks a bit of pirate too!" and stuff and blurr is sarchastically like "yeah its greaaaat" and they both kinda give him a look.

salvage is like "i take it hes not quite what you thought hed be like huh" and blurr is just "HE ONLY CARES ABOUT FISH. im never gonna be friends with him at this rate, hotrod is nothing like i thought he would be. im just gonna go back to hq"

and blades nd salvage just kind of look at each other and blades blades laughs a lil bit and blurrs a little peeved hes laughing but then they all get to talking a bit cause this reminds blades of when he was first getting to know bumblebee after their first meeting and he tells blurr a bit about it cause it was a bit awkward fr a while

blades had some ideas fr how exactly it was gonna be with bee and bee while he was enjoying hanging out just kinda asked him

"Do you want to be friends with me, or just the idea of me?"

and it made him stop and reevaluate things a little. ultimatley fr the better cause that kinda helped blades to take bee off the pedestal he had him on and just start really connecting with him just as he was.

and blades asks blurr if he was actually looking to be friends with hotrod or just the idea of how theyd be in his head and blurr kinda sits on that fr a bit without really saying anything

and salvage talks abt the time he and blurr first met a long lonnnng time ago and that the first impressions they had of each other weren't the best admittently and that salvage thought he really didnt have much in common with blurr but one day after they got to talking and racing came up in the convo and salvage saw a lot of the passion he had about it and it reminded him about a lot of his own passion for creating/inventing, he tells him that maybe you just need to give it some time and ask him about his other interests as well. really engage with him on it.

blades finally remembers he was there to grab his hat so he does and hes about to head back to the boat and blurrs like "wait, let me come back with you" and he gives it another chance

and it ends up working out. he asks him some more about his previous travels and they all start fishing again and the competitiveness rlly comes out in hotrod cause hes determined to catch the most and the biggest fish out of everyone on the trip now and blurrs trying to beat him and shenannigeans and hijinks ensue but they end up really connecting after that.

soon they get back to shore and everyone goes back to hq and theyre having fun and chatting late into the night hot rod decides he wants to take a quick ride around the island and he gets the ok and he asks blurr if he wants to join him!!!

blurrs really excited cause this is what he orignally wanted and was waiting for...but...

he turns him down, theyre hanging out again tommorrow anyway gotta make sure hes ready and all that and htos rods like "cant argue with that see ya tommorrow" and heads out

blurr goes down to where salvage is and just kinda watches as hes working on his projects and blurrs like "so uh... that thing you were workin on today... I didnt get the chance to see it in action..." and salvage glances over at him fr a second and then he smiles and they get to really chatting and talking abt it

and the first moral of this story is don't put people on a pedestal, take time to get to know them for who they are

but the second and most important moral is that there should be rodimus fishing memes

thats all i got rn

and reading this back this feels more like a bad my little pony plotline but yknow what that is ok.

friendship IS magic and the fish ARE biting

[voidsentprinces]

I think the reason FFXIV didn't click with me until Shadowbringers is because, before, even with Nidhogg. All of them. Every. Single. One. Was a Cartoon Morning Villain of the Week. Ifrit, Titan, Garuda, Gaius. All Villains of the Week. No real attachment to them. They're just doing bad things and need to be stopped. Nero has his own grudge and Livia is the only real one we want to kill cause of the massacre at the Waking Sands. After that we get Lahabrea, who just like Gaius van Kobra Kommander. Monologues at us and banish him from Thancred who, at that point in the story for me at least, was just a background extra. We had one side adventure which was just a stupid version of spy vs spy and then he's out after Ifrit and possessed after Titan. Livia invades our HQ and runs off with half of our allies and causes bodies we literally help bury. After her its just the weirdly naive commander of the Garleans trusting, the true super villain of the day. We already put the smack down on Nabriales before he even technically kills Moenbryda. So that's written off.

Heavensward has a similar problem. There is Nidhogg and Thordan who have to be stopped sure. But with Teledji Adeleji dead, Ilberd is our main concern and he keeps slipping the net and the main expansion MSQ just sort of brushes him under the rug. The only thing left to us is Zephirin who is a side villain at best in the Knights of the Round. Igeyohrm hasn't had the traction or the necessary means to be our main goal and Lahabrea coming back is just Team Rocket returning to try and capture our metaphorical pikachu. They're both there for the climax but not really the point of the episode. And between them and Elidibus being the only other living Ascian still around. Whose only real appeal is he can activate light mode on his robe. We have no real reason to care. Warriors of Darkness are out. And we only really care about Nidhogg cause he keeps interrupting our peace talks and is running around with our acrophilic brooding dragoon elf boy. Ysayle sacrifices herself to Garlemald. So we now have a reason to pick a fight with Varis in the future but thats far off. We push back Hydrus who proceeds to disappear off the face of Etheirys to die in a side quest series the MSQ doesn't point to.

And we finally come face to face with Ilberd to chase the Bahamut equivalent Shinryu into Ala Mhigo. Then Zenos shows up as the narrative speed bump. Yda gets her legal name changed to Lyse for the most out of left field character decision ever but whatever. Papalymo is dead trying to stop Shinryu. So that's a little more reason to hunt it down in his memory. Fordola is back being our Gaius. All posturing and puffing up her chest while we floor her every meeting. Yotsuyu isn't really a fighter and her henchman is just a goon we trounce. Really the Red Kojin pose the biggest issue in the Doma Arc. Cause Zenos and everyone but Fordola pretty much sit around and do nothing while we progress. And then they stretch out the last half of Ala Mhigo for waaaay too long. To fight Zenos who aforementioned barely did anything this expansion but sit around and monologue at us. Really good monologues and fun to watch like a 6 year old with a katana and a 10-liter of Coca-Cola. And then he possesses Shinryu and its over. We then spin our wheels in place as the MSQ tries to figure out what to do with Fordola and an amnesiac Yotsuyu. Neither which conclude nicely. Then it meanders over here. Meanders over there. Can't do Varis becoming Emperor to raise the stakes again. So lets bring Solus back as THE FOUNDING EMPEROR. Who is also an Ascian just to push that boat out. Asahi is dead so any hate sink we had is meh. Varis is still safe behind locked doors and Elidibus is running around in aforemention 10-liter coca-cola kid's body. But not really investing.

But then...THEN Shadowbringers comes along and goes, "These Cartoon Villains, these tissue thin, monologuing, evil for the sake of evil? These schemers scheming as a C-Class Akatsuki and an F-Class Organization XIII? HERE IS THEIR STORY! THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD CARE!" And then Solus enters the scene and endears to us. Cause he isn't acting like Igeyohrm, Lahabrea, Elidibus, or Nabriales. He isn't running around going, "MWHAHAHA I AM EVIL! AND I WILL RESURRECT MY DARK GOD! MWHAHA" He is like, "Look a long time ago...my world...my home was destroyed. Hydaelyn and Zodiark were born from that destruction. And everything changed. Everything important changed to me and the only way I get to see my friends is to sacrifice you and yours on a pyre of my own making" and I am like, "Well we just stomped Vauthry as the villain of week, THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME" and Ardbert our stapled on companion for the expansion is like, "Man, back in my day. These places. Man you would not believe the trouble me and my friends went through here." And then the only way to progress the MSQ is to RELIVE one of his friends ADVENTURERS AND TRAGIDES to even get to Amaurot in the first place. And connect with Ardbert. Seeing his rag tag group of buds before they were the villains we knew them as in Heavensward. Share in their stories and struggles. Keep them in our hearts. And have them fresh in our memory as a reason to resist Emet-Selch. Who fights us and fights us and fights us. Until he entrusts us with the memories of his people. Then Elidibus hops down and pretends to be the villain of the week. Only to also grab us by the throat to be like, "I will never apologize. Though I did not remember why I do this. I must do this. For my brothers. For my friends. For Lahabrea, Igeyorhm, Nabriales, and Emet-Selch. They were your enemies. But they were my friends, my peers, my BROTHERS! I WILL GRANT YOU NO QUARTER! AND EXPECT NONE FROM YOU!" and when the dust clears, he succumbs and can only think of those he swore an oath to.

THAT is what Shadowbringers is all about. It took this, "Here's some bad guys." That every expansion had before and then after we defeat the bad guy of the week. It pulls the covers off like, "YOU FOOL! TIME TO SHANK YOU IN THE GUT! AND MAKE YOU FEEL FOR YOUR ENEMY! YES THESE CARDBOARD CUT OUTS ACTUALLY HAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY! AND YOU HAVE A REASON TO FIGHT! THIS ISNT SOMEONE ELSES WAR OR COUNTRY OR PEOPLE! THESE ARE ALL YOURS NOW! These are your people who call you the Warrior of Darkness, who you fight for, who you sacrifice you and your friends with and you've wandered their lands, fought for their people, dethroned their tyrants and mad kings. You are INVESTED in these bonds. AND the Ascians are here to pit that bond you've built from every other expansion here and before. To TEST you!"

And I love it. I really do. To me A Realm Reborn, Heavensward, and Stormblood were all. Just fights to the sake of fights. With the bare minimum to invest us. But Shadowbringers is like, no. No. We'll make you care by bringing your allies here. We will make you walk the Crystarium and learn of its functions and how they survive. We will show you the difference in their grief, our grief, Ardbert's grief. We will make you fight inch by inch to get to the top of Mt. Gulg only to collapse, fall, and become the source of their grief. And only then. ONLY THEN! Will you be able to truly face Emet-Selch. Walk through the shades of the past and know. Know in your heart of hearts what you do here matters to everyone. Not just back home, but here as well.

And I love it for it. I wasn't really invested in fighting for Eorzea. I was just a schmuck delving into dungeons and getting gold. I didn't really care for Ishgard. It was very prim and proper and I wanted to shove a spear up most their asses anyway. Outside of Haurchefant and Ysayle, I wasn't super invested. Warrior of Darkness felt like a "You but evil" story line. Ilberd was more an annoyance than anything else really and with Nanamo awakened. Raubahn had more beef with him than us at that point. Zenos was just annoying in suppose to lose fights and then sitting around doing nothing 95% of the entire expansion. 80% of which we spend in Doma. Who only show up at the last 0.001% of the expansion after we've basically taken Ala Mhigo by storm. And Conrad who I wasn't invested in or really cared about dies and ascends Lyse to leader of the Revolution which...wasn't well handles tbh. And Shadowbringers is like, "We've kidnapped your friends to force you to experience this alien world with them. And struggle along the way until you're ready for the bigger picture." And it was AWESOME and I LOVED it.

But that's just me.

Endwalker then was like, "Alright here's a victory lap for the awesomeness of Shadowbringers winning at everything" and Dawntrail is like, "NEW ARC" so I am sitting here like, "Alright lets see where the fuck we're going this time cause if we end up with another Shadowbringers scenario in 3 expansions, I am going to be fist pumping the air."

[dumdogs]

first off, i have so much i want to say but i cant find the words to say it. your work is just so fucking amazing. i genuinely wish i could come up with a better way of expressing how in love with your writing i am, but i literally cant think of how to properly. please just know that you are so, so talented and the hard work that you put into everything is so special, something i’m sure so many people can see.

“rot” is genuinely one of my favorite pieces of literature ive ever read. like, novels, books and all. the early 2000s timeset, the angst, the overall feeling/vibe from the setting, to the dialogue, to the mc’s inner thoughts— it’s just absolutely beautiful. i think it will be one of those fics that, years from now, i’ll still be chasing the feeling of reading it for the first time lol

also, i know its more of a silly smau but i loved your slasher smau too. it’s so fun and crazy and a super super unique au that i’m surprised isn’t done more often.

on that note, would u ever be interested in doing another hq slasher/scream au, but with a more serious tone? sort of like @scaredy-katts’ one that was discontinued before it really kicked off. i feel like you’d be able to do something like that so much justice, especially with the way you write iwaizumi. i really like reading darker-type fics with those elements because it offers such a unique view on the characters (also because i love early 2000s slasher vibes anyway…), and if you can’t tell, rot really filled a lot of that satisfaction for me with the crime elements and 2006 time set.

SO SO sorry for the long ask btw…ik u said u were rewriting rot and i’m sure also super busy with a lot of other stuff, but if you’re ever interested in writing something like that again, then it’s just a bit of an idea. or maybe just something to let you know that someone would be interested.

again, i wanted to just let you know that all of your works are masterpieces, so thank you. and pls don’t feel pressured or anything by the slasher request btw, just do your own thing and i’ll be happy to read whatever you write!! 🙏💕

this is so kind thank you <3 i think dodger could do serious horror better than i ever could. i don’t know how to write horror without making it camp lol. but again thanks for all your kind words and thanks for reading <3

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

heyy anything planymphia i will deeply appreciate

Anon, I'm taking this as a dealer's choice and choosing the theme. Here are some star-crossed lovers Planymphia (in which they are a hero/villain rivalry in public, but navigating a romantic relationship behind the scenes).

Based on the anime/manga Love After World Domination

A small explosion was heard a couple streets away as Nymphia leaned closer to Plane's side. They sat on the hood of an abandoned car in a dark alley, after sneaking away from the big fight scene.

"My money is that it was the hot dog cart that ripped off Plasma. She hasn't shut up about paying extra for relish all week," Plane said as she twirled her finger in Nymphia's hair, now free from being in her helmet.

Nymphia looked at Plane, her hands running over the smooth yellow helmet in her lap. "You think she'd really blow up a hot dog cart?" she asked in disbelief. She would have assumed the explosion was an unassuming mail truck.

Plane let out a light laugh, "You should have seen Xunami and the guy that sold her a knock-off Chanel bag. She nearly destroyed the whole city block if it weren't for your team stopping her plans,"

Nymphia looked at the tall buildings surrounding them as she thought, "Maybe that's why Megami tries to steer our fights toward the parks."

Plane groaned as she adjusted her cape, "I'm still pissed when you and the green one threw me into a tree last month. It took me all day to pick out all the leaves from my hair." she playfully elbowed Nymphia in the side.

"It was Geneva's idea!" Nymphia mock-defended herself. "She thought you were going after the petting zoo that day,"

"Me? Harming the goats that tried chewing on my cape? Never!" Plane put a hand to her chest in pretend surprise before both of them erupted in laughter.

In the distance, they heard voices call out as the sound of running got closer.

You won't get away with this!

Oh yeah? Watch this!

The two slowly got off the hood of the car as two small explosions were heard from the next street over.

"Are you free on Saturday? I want to try that new Italian place downtown," Plane said as she booted up her jetpack wings, hovering over the ground.

Nymphia pursed her lips, "Can we get Korean barbeque? Mhi'ya keeps bringing in pizza to HQ and I'm getting sick of garlic knots," she said as she tucked her hair into her helmet.

"As long as we can get gelato after, you have a deal," Plane said as she spotted Amanda being chased by Megami at the end of the alley.

"It's showtime, babe," she whispered before flying up towards the tops of the buildings and leading one fist back down to Nymphia. The hero skillfully caught Plane's attack, knowing all her weak spots.

As their respective team members joined in the back alley fight, Nymphia's mind was on what she would wear on her upcoming date with her super-villain girlfriend.

[chenswire]

overdue Episode 11 post

basically the chenswire part of my stupidly long twitter thread covering ep 11 with more delusional thoughts and I ended up TLing their last scene in CN I guess (scroll to bottom) i wish i had the energy to make 1morbillion gifs but i do not so.. Excerpts from my 200 image screenshot folder it is

So the ep starts off with a super pensive Swire which was very cute when will my wife return from the war energy

And then she breaks out into a super un-ladylike run whaddahell!!!! this sequence was sooo well drawn wtf. handsome

(Something here about how people were joking this part is summer chen because they call chummer 水陈 'water chen')

I like how relaxed the atmosphere was like this definitely isn't the first time something like this has happened, well I mean after all they are Professional Co-workers who do not fight 24/7 (they get into an argument immediately after)

When they break eye contact to turn towards Hoshiguma they basically don't meet each other's gazes again as they take turns to glare at each other its insane... Also Swire saying she should take over and Chen needs treatment... Chen you understand what that means right...

Another detail I love is how at the start they already show her battered jacket/clothes for us gamers to point at the screen and then later who those who don't know/didn't notice we have a whole close up of chen reacting to it...man.jpg And swire leaving right away once she knows chen is fine (and one of her good points. lol. lmao) you guys are sure so quick

Link to CN version of the PUUK GAI LUNG in Paci Plaza I love how she's like 'Chen you stay right there' at the end like she's going to idk fly over ASAP to whack her (as opposed to just 'hey, chen!')

Here's a clip of the last scene with CN dub because not only do we get 'ah chen' it just hits so different...

Hi~ Still there, Miss Ah Chen? Ah? What d'you mean by ah, huh? Aren't you a Dai Siu Ze too? Enough of that, don't you have something to tell me? What happened at Paci Plaza… I'll make sure to sort it all out and file for damages later.

Had a feeling they would go with the JP loc's 'aren't you an ojou too' since you know, anime, but keeping the 'ah chen' and that 阿什么阿 response the unparalleled casualness

You… Remember the Cha Chaan Teng at Sheung Wan? Trying to change the subject? The one near the LGD HQ, right? I used to stop by there on my patrols sometimes. Let me treat you to something there next time. Hmm~ If we go there… I want a steak tomato and egg burger! Wait, no! Like hell I'd want you to treat me to a meal!

the longer pause after 'you...' like she was considering something else before she decided to go with her 茶餐厅 MENTION!!!!! gives this a whole different flavour... chen outright offering the meal instead of swire guessing??? THE WARM SMILE CLOSE UP i feel like im intruding on something

Then send your bill to Chief Wei. I'm hanging up. Wait, don't hang up just yet! I heard you ran straight out of Rhodes Island in the end. What are you planning? Weren't you looking for their help? Ugh, stay down! Take a nap over there! You sure sound busy. Guess I should hang up. Tch… I'm not done speaking with you yet. Was leaving the little bunny (and the others) over there weighing on your mind? Well, whatever. (We'll just do this) Just let me help you clean up the mess over here.

It just sounds so much more casual in CN than the JP dub (which is excellent ofc) >let me do it for you instead of 'ill do it' (head in hands)

the opposite lighting and angle and chen looking away vs swire looking straight #KINO

Don't talk like you understand me very well, Miss S. Enough!!! How many times have I told you not to call me that!! Got it, got it.

You don't seem to get it, so I'll be nice today and explain it to you. Life is extremely precious. You're always risking your life chasing what's right in front of you. Stop doing that. Got that? Your advice… I'll take it.

That exasperated 'Enough!!!' i (turns into a plane and flies away) and the last line... it as 'thanks for the advice' which technically isn't wrong but you know the nuance of uh. kind of, almost, somewhat, accepting a... confession... (of her concern ofc) also CN chen lets swire finish speaking instead of interrupting which hehe... like i said..the flavour hits different. also that subtle movement as chen like eases in more and more between those lines aaaghhhhhhhhhh

their earlier argument was so explosive and quick, but now their banter is so tender and slow like bruh. what. even the act of chen putting down her sword to sit down in a comfortable position (loved that she sat like that One leg sitters rise up!!!) was so ??? the normally yolo speedrunner chen being so leisurely like damn. ok. ok. From 'you think you can order me around' to basically agreeing to an order (Londinium cannon vine boom) I thought Chen being this warm was more or less a delusion that I inferred through in game as subtext (since in game her expression then is usually like her default rbf face...) and seeing it here as 'text' in the show is like 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 holy shit can't believe i got FED after four years incidentally i've been obsessed with a certain CN writer's fics lately because the way they write chen like a sad wet dog while showing warmth is crazyyy maybe i will blog about it next time because i was legit taking notes lmao

[lucy-frostblade]

lrmmef hcs

- all of them are super physically affectionate, tending to squish on the same couch or stand shoulder to shoulder (all pretty touchstarved)

- adam leaves flowers everywhere, whenever he visits ef headquarters he makes fresh bouquets, and replaces the ones in mission creek weekly

- kaz and skylar bicker constantly but are super protective of each other and also platonically hold hands all the time

- speaking of skylar when she came out to bree bree got her a little lesbian pin and skylar started collecting them, amassing a large collection (for her bday one year bree got them a button maker. it’s skylars favorite present to this day)

- kaz loves giving people nicknames, it’s his way of showing he trusts them

- bree superspeeds to mission creek weekly so she and leo can keep up their gossip and nail painting sesh

- leo chase (and occasionally kaz) build robots for the annual robot fighting ring (kaz and leo always come up with flashy ideas that chase adds reluctantly)

- adam teaches chase how to make a bouquet for kaz for their first date and kaz pressed and saved one of each type so he never forgot (that was the date where adam gave the shovel talk, and also the one where he realized maybe he didn’t need too)

- all of them added personalized features to their mission suits (both elite force and lab rats suits) to better match skill sets and personal aesthetics

- chase absolutely adores romcoms, he and tasha will watch them together and cry (at ef chase and oliver watch them together)

- leo taylor and logan have their own official bionic team which the president calls on every so often. leo unofficially calls it leo and the heartbreakers (he also wanted them to start a band but taylor said no)

- kaz has the best music taste (according to him) and has so many playlists and djs whenever the team does road-trips or hangouts

- megahertz and tecton are kazs father figures and when kaz introduces chase to them megahertz loves him while tecton is skeptical (techertz and chaz are mirrors fight me)

- chase and bree get mistaken for being twins all the time, that one time for halloween bree made them go as the shining twins

- kaz and oliver have had a secret handshake since they were six

- kaz and chase got mistaken for being a couple long before they ever got together

- leo is douglass favorite (with chase in second) not that he’d ever say

- leo uses a mobility aid to get around on most days since it takes the pressure off his bionic leg

- leo and janelle are in a qpr and were childhood best friends turned acquaintances turned friends to qpr

- for the longest time in middle school people thought oliver and kaz were dating bc they only hung out with each other and they were super physically affectionate (they always discouraged the rumor but allos are on something else)

- douglas fidgets with his jewelry constantly

- when bree and chase were working at tech town adam and leo would come in all the time to annoy them

- kaz has tried multiple times to get a job at the domain but wallace and clyde do not trust him to work there and not slack off

- jordan and skylar still meet for the monthly gng game and the two meet up outside of that to work on characters and play with the rest of the mighty mice

- chase has been collecting books since he left the basement and keeps them stashed over his room at ef the academy and his room back at mission creek

- chase has had so many breakdowns about being not human enough and being called robot and unfeeling (not to project onto him more-)

- the rats and the mice love to watch shows together (their favorite is doctor who)

- douglas and horace watch reality shows together and spend the entire time throwing popcorn at the screen and yelling at characters for being dumb (donald banned baking shows from his the ef hqs and his house since tvs kept getting broke from either the rats or douglas or tasha getting angry and throwing something. the house almost burned down once since adam tried to prove a point and failed)

pt. 2 will probably be coming since i cant stop thinking about these shows

tagging the gang: @blueskiesandstarrynights @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @lab-trash @tronagon

[dorminchu]

shore leave

a/n: I don't think I've ever written for these two before, but I find their dynamic super cute, albeit bittersweet. Smut below the cut.

By the time Porco Galliard was made a Warrior, Pieck had already been on the front-lines for years. Back when they were teenagers, the toll of her repeated transformations was easier to dismiss. Pieck wasn't lame, it simply took a while to get used to walking upright after weeks and weeks of being confined. She was perfectly capable of walking, she'd say, but the crutches made it easier. Her own body was a little slow to obey her, compared to the immediate and fluid power of her Titan.

She was staying in a spare room at the HQ. Crutches propped up in arm's reach. Porco couldn't think of a recent memory in which he'd seen her without them. At twenty three, the black tresses of her hair were turning silver. There would come a day when her body would fail her, and another younger Warrior would take her place and he'd only have the glimmer of Pieck Finger, a trick of the light. While she wasn't foolish enough to deny it, or push herself beyond her capabilities like Leonhardt, she wasn't interested in pity.

"Aren't you interested in the festival?" she asked.

"No," Porco said. "It's not my idea of fun. Hoover went with the cadets."

She simpered. "I don't want you to feel obligated to stay."

"That's not it." She wouldn't look at him directly. He turned towards her. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be."

They stared at one another for a moment, Porco gauging her reaction. The ambivalence of her expression softening. There was a glimmer to her grey eyes he couldn't place, but he found himself compelled to sit on the bed beside her. "I'd like to go," she said. "But not everyone is as understanding of my condition as a Warrior. It's easier to feel useful, when I'm in the Titan. Back home, I'm just another child of the Devil." Her hand settled over the back of his. "Would you come with me, if I asked you to?"

"Of course," he said, frowning. "But why didn't you before?"

Pieck's shoulders lifted. "It's been years since I thought about it." She leant slowly into his shoulder. "I can't even remember the last time I thought about it. Probably when Marcel was alive. But he was busy looking after you."

Porco scanned the room for a change of subject. "Where'd you get these?" A pair of wood carvings in the shape of the Armoured and Warhammer, rested on the desk beside her.

"Colt's brother," she said, eyes closed. "He won them in a shooting game. They were supposed to be for Gabrielle, but she wasn't interested."

Porco wasn't surprised. Gabi was more interested in competing with her fellow Warriors than making friends, when she wasn't chasing the status of her cousin's inheritance. It was all sport, to her. She'd just as well show up Falco as a marksman.

"You're going grey," she muttered, "did you know?"

"So are you."

She huffed. "I suppose we'll be old and decrepit by the time this war is over."

Porco chuckled.

"You look tired," Pieck touched his face, suddenly stern. "Have you been sleeping?"

Porco pressed a kiss inside her wrist. "I'd rather be with you."

Pulling her into an embrace, the warmth and the weight of her body draped across him as he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed. Pieck buried her face into his neck with a hum, trailing soft kisses under his jawline to his carotoid artery.

She was in the process of sucking a bruise into his throat. "Quit that," he panted, not nearly as displeased as he ought to be. Pieck murmured an apology, pressing a softer kiss there. Scraping teeth. "Pieck," he hissed, grabbing her shoulder and squeezing. 

"Do you want me to stop?"

With an irritated sigh, Porco let go of her. "That wasn't what I meant," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. "You've only been back a week."

"I see," she muttered. Her breath washed over his collarbone as she nestled closer. "You can give me a mark if you like."

He exhaled. "Pieck..."

"Hm?" He wet his lips, averting his eyes from the her mouth. The room was stuffier than it had seemed a moment ago. She reposed herself over him, cupping his face. "Pock," she murmured, close enough to kiss if he leant into it. "What's wrong?"

He rankled for the sake of rankling. The childhood nickname was an old sticking point. "I've missed you," he said, running his hands over her waist. "I've missed you terribly."

"Yes," she intoned, "I can tell." She pressed herself closer. Porco swallowed dryly. The only people around were Vice-Commander Grice and Commander Magrath. The curtains swayed in the breeze. No wonder it was so humid in here. 

He gently pushed her off of him and stood up, closed the window firmly. When he turned back Pieck was looking at him with a wistfulness he hadn't yet seen in a while.

Without a word, he pressed her onto the bed. A fist in her thick black hair, bracing the small of her back. She sucked on his tongue. He stopped only to strip himself naked, then helped her do the same. He rucked the waistband of her dress over her thighs, tugging her underwear down as she raised her hips. 

Kissing the side of her throat, shoulder. Scars like little ley-lines, convening at the base of her spine and her nape. It had gotten noticeable in recent years. Unlike Porco, she could grow out her hair to hide the scar tissue. He wasn't as far along and she'd be long gone by the time he was. He cupped her breasts, making a slow trail down her body. As he dropped to his knees she gave a little oh and opened her legs. Palming her thighs wider, he buried his face in her lap without thinking twice. Pressing her to the bed, lapping steadily. He wasn't practised, but she'd never seemed to mind.

"Porco," she shuddered, running her hands over his head, "come up to me."

She was getting close, not quite there. He pressed her shaking thighs back onto the bed and looked up. She snickered. "What?" he panted, almost indignant.

"You're in no state to be in polite company," she breathed, "but I like you better this way." With a scoff, he wiped his face on the sheet. Crawling over to her, she took hold of him. He gasped before he could stop himself. The back of his neck tingled as she pressed her thumb to his weeping cock. "Want me to return the favor?" she mumbled. 

Porco groaned, kissing her cheek. "Later," he said. The last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself and come too fast.

She pecked him on the mouth. Palm to his chest, coaxing him to sit up. Manuvering herself onto her hands and knees, she glanced back at him and said, "You haven't tired me out yet." Her eyes lidded. She looked as weary as he did, but her eyes glinted the way they only ever did when they were alone.

A soft blush evident on her cheeks and below. Porco, kissing up her spine, swept her hair over her shoulder to press a soft bite into her skin. He swiped his hand between her legs, greasing himself, and said, "Can you be discreet?"

Biting her lip, she nodded. He positioned himself behind her, winding her hair around his fist and pressing inside. She grunted, hands curled to fists in the sheets. Porco grabbed her waist and kept pushing and pushing until he was sheathed. A shaky burst of breath escaped her. She licked her trembling lips and panted, "Can you?" 

Each time he sank into her, she’d hiss and grip the sheets. She wasn't that loud, but anyone on the other side of the door would be privy. Hooking an arm under her stomach, he pressed his hand between her trembling legs. A stream of quiet ohs and yeses ebbing into ragged breathing with the frantic slap of his hips against her ass. Even as she let herself slump to the bed, he pressed his lips to her shoulder, stifling a whimper as his rhythm turned sloppy, shallower. 

Pieck simply bit the back of her hand, spasming, taking him with her.

When his head was clear, he pulled out of her with a chaste kiss to her neck. Wiping himself off, she was feeling around for the washbasin.

"Thank you," she said. He looked up at her. Hair spilling over her breasts. Still flushed.

His ears were a little hot. He grinned half-heartedly and muttered, "Of course."

She was looking at him still, irrespective of nudity. A silent battle raged within her eyes, but Porco wasn't privy to the cause. Her eyes averted, and they redressed in silence.

"Will you be coming back?" she asked.

He smiled. "If you'd like it."

She scoffed. "Pock."

"Again with that," he muttered, walking over to the window and opening it again.

The dull thud of her footsteps came closer. When he turned around she was standing at arm's length.

"We can't leave at once," she whispered. "It'll look suspicious." Porco swallowed dryly. She took a step towards him and said, "How long can you stay?" 

"I thought you were tired."

Pieck sighed. "Yes, very." 

"Go to sleep then."

Pieck hummed. "OK." She let her weight droop against his chest. He grabbed her by the shoulders so she didn't fall. 

"You're such a kid," he muttered. "Come on."

She'd kept her grip on the crutches, permitting him to walk her back to the bed, tuck her in. "Stay with me? Just until I fall asleep," she mumbled, eyes fluttering. 

Porco exhaled. "OK," he muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Only if you'll go the hell to sleep."

[archoneddzs15]

Sega Mega Drive - Super H.Q. (Chase H.Q. 2)

Title: Super H.Q. / スーパーＨ.Ｑ.

Developer/Publisher: Taito

Release date: 23 October 1992

Catalogue No.: T-11163

Genre: Driving

Oh my, what a sack of crap this game is!  No wonder there are no screen shots on the back of the box. Not only does this game look poor but also moves poor. The PC Engine version of both the original Chase HQ as well as SCI is a million times better than this, no wait!  The Master System version of Chase HQ is better! This game doesn't even have the speech in it like all the other versions do. Avoid this even if you're desperate for some Chase H.Q. on your Mega Drive.

[niloerua-writing]

Vagabond - 1

Summary: The spider team finally has the chance to visit the dreary dimension of New Zohei to find out why anomalies are redirected to that universe and avoid a potential catastrophic event. However, someone else has other plans...

Pairings: Miguel x Black Cat Variant!Reader. Spidersona x Black Cat Variant!Reader  

WC: 3.7k

Warnings: monster encounter. fighting and chase scene.

a/n: 2am moment pt2. we struggling out here. i had fun until the end, i was suffering trying to imagine all this. black cat’s claws has an anti-magic charge which is adjacent to mile’s energy bursts. i have an urge to craft super gnarly fight but at the same time do the spicy romance. i hope im doing miguel justice LOL 

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1 - Attention

Calan did not show up for an entire week, missing multiple calls from the others. Lyla could barely take snap shots of whatever it was he was doing, and the photos and recordings that came from that were corrupted upon opening. The good thing that came out of it was that the anomalies that were transferred to New Zohei were immediately redirected back to HQ; Calan was at least doing his end of the job. But it wasn’t enough to show any positive trends in keeping the multiverse stable.

When he did return, he explained that one of the Gods was upset and the last thing he wanted was to be moonscorched or banished away from his universe permanently, so he had to tread carefully in his own dimension. Whatever that meant.

Miguel had to see for himself what it was Calan was saying, whenever he said anything at all. Jessica was adamant that whatever he was reporting was true, and she’s no fool to make up lies about the situation at hand. The paradox was frustrating. The one-eyed spider man sat too still, he was slow to answer in contrast to Miguel’s sense of urgency. Peter attempted to “wake” him, whether it be trying to hype up the two words in response to Miguel’s question or allowing Calan to hold Mayday. Surprisingly, holding a child had woken him up somehow as he shook in fear.

“She didn’t take a crap did she?” Peter asked as he took back his child, asking her the same question with a pouty tone. “You didn’t poop in front of him, right?” Of course the baby squealed- using her chubby hands to try and grab Calan, who turned his head away. Peter mumbled something to Jessica about whether or not Calan was okay.

“We’re going to start the mission today now that the anomaly influx is on the lower end.” Miguel said, interrupting the whispers between the other adults.

“Who’s in the team?” Jessica asked.

And in perfect timing, the familiar sound of laughter and shouts filled the office. The four teenagers nearly pounced at the sight of Peter and Calan as they greeted the men; of course they greeted Jessica too (should they come up to her from behind unannounced there would’ve been more than just a lecture coming from her).

“Wait, we’re all going to Calan’s dimension?” Miles asked.

“Oh no, I’ve had enough of that place.” Jessica crossed her arms. “Even when I was there for ten minutes, the atmosphere was off.”

“Can’t go if I can’t bring Mayday. And the wife wants me home more often.” Peter lifted his child up, and the girl immediately leaned over towards Hobie. The punk scooped her up, ruffling her auburn hair.

Miguel rubbed his temple; why is it that everytime he asks for this particular group of spiders, they forget that the entirety of the multiverse is at stake and that this isn’t some sort of friend hangout? He watched as Calan was getting prodded and continually spoken to so casually despite his odd behaviorisms. Calan was hiding something, and going to his dimension was the only way to see how much of the silence he had kept since day one would unravel.

“Ohhh, didn’t know you had a girlfriend too, Calan!” Pavitr looked over Calan’s shoulder when he took out a piece of folded parchment. The teens cowered over the man in great amusement, congratulating him despite Jessica trying to get them to stop. 

“Are we finished?” Miguel’s growl prompted the teens to back away and straighten up.

He reiterated the plan to them all: they were to scout New Zohei to find a potential source of why the anomalies are attracted to that dimension, put a stop to it, remove any anomalies along the way, and then leave. Before Miguel could conclude the rundown, he had to test something out.

“How long do you think we could finish?” He directed his question to the one eyed spiderman.

Calan looked up from his folded note, seeing Miguel’s narrowed glare. “Four days, if we’re lucky.”

Miguel raised a brow- that is a lot longer than almost all the missions given in HQ. The teenagers grew louder again, asking Calan to teach them magic or allow them to take souvenirs during their stay. Of course, Peter would join in too, asking for toys for Mayday. Jessica had given up trying to stop them at this point, looking up at Miguel with pursed lips.

“This isn’t a vacation. This is a mission.” Miguel returned his attention to Calan. “What if we’re unlucky?”

Calan narrowed his green eye; Miguel didn’t trust him, and he could tell that the feeling was reciprocated. The only reason why he wasn’t sent home was because of his skill and ease when it came to capturing anomalies. Miguel would make sure to shorten the mission time once they step foot into the other earth. Progress has stagnated as of now. He would make sure that all secrets were off, he was even willing to fight off the Gods that caused another major shift in the multiverse.

“Psst. No fangs.” Lyla popped up on Miguel’s broad shoulder. The lack of an answer made it difficult for his fangs to retract- he had to break eye contact and turn his back on Calan.

Jessica and Peter were sent on other tasks that involved temporarily taking Miguel’s place in overseeing and assisting on other missions during his absence. A whirr of beaming warm colors opened as Miguel opened up the portal. Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie took no time to rush through the portal with excitement, ready for the adventure they were about to have. As soon as Calan was about to step into the portal, he stopped momentarily. Miguel could only see his closed, scarred eye. He could tell that Calan knew what he was planning, he knew that Miguel would join the team, and Calan knew he himself was being investigated. Lastly, Calan could tell that he was being underestimated, and Miguel could see that it personally irked the red head.

“Pray to your god that none of us would stay.” Calan said lowly before stepping into the portal.

Miguel took that as a challenge, letting out a scoff as he went in last. His fangs were still barred.

–

“THIEF!” A cacophonic chorus echoed at the end of the hall. There were endless groans with the sounds of heavy weight being slammed into the walls and ceiling. Amidst the noises and the building threatening to collapse, (Y/n) nearly went on all fours trying to make a turn to another section of the building. Alarms were blaring overhead, with employees being pushed into the stairwell or the elevators in order to avoid the creature that was crawling its way over.

(Y/n) took a quick glance behind her as she ran, noticing three bony claws that gripped into the walls and the carpet. The creatures pacing was slowed by the narrow hallways of the building, however, as soon as it noticed the woman running down the open office space, it began to pick up speed. It tore through the desks and chairs as it screamed, reaching for the fleeing cat.

“I’ll give it back, I promise!” (Y/n) shouted as she aimed for the window. She braced herself as she crashed through the glass, slowly opening her eyes to quickly see if there was an open spot to land.

“Oh no.” She nervously chuckled, realizing how far up she actually was. (Y/n) had hopped off from the twentieth story, so she had to be quick to find something to stagger her fall. The smog from the city’s factories were interlaced with the clouds, making it difficult to see through the lenses of her mask.

(Y/n) had a peculiar artifact in her hand; not that it was important to her personally. She couldn’t care less about what it did, how much it cost, or what it signified to a bunch of elitists. Since the absence of Calan, (Y/n) was struggling trying to keep herself from dying of boredom.  Missing him was an understatement. She would occasionally check to see if he finally went home, got stuck at work, or was just hiding in plain sight at his favorite locations. It wouldn’t be too long until she caught herself in a boring routine that would just make her hungry at midnight. (Y/n) had come up with a plan a few days earlier that if she just misplaced certain objects around the city, it would attract him back to quell the havoc she caused. Within good reason, she’d argue.

It was funny seeing prominent witches panic over a missing book, politicians going silent when pieces of their private conversations were leaked, or gangs having their plans jumbled over having their messengers swapped. It was starting to become an eventful week for (Y/n), Calan’s enemies were threatening to tear apart each other’s throats. Of course, this plan didn’t hold up well for today. She had decided to see what was at the top of one of the engineering towers and if it was even worth slipping through heavy security for.

Her curiosity was fulfilled to say the least as she was holding onto a government sanctioned seal to keep a certain someone human. Whoops.

(Y/n) used one of her grappling hooks to attempt to break her fall. The claw of the cable had latched onto one of the tall satellites before tearing through the thin metal. The smog cleared. Her fall trajectory had changed, but she had to accept the fact she might crash through a semi-busy cafe window and use half of the money she got to get patched up. It would definitely teach her not to rile everyone’s day up just for some guy.

However, another option appeared at hand. It was the sound of webs coming her way as she was cutting through the air. 

“Spidey!” She exclaimed, seeing shadows zip along the line of buildings across the street. Looks like the plan was back on the menu. If she didn’t try to stagger her fall again, it would be one of the greatest entrances she would have done to date or the worst hospital bill she’d have to pay. (Y/n) found it almost comedic that she prepared herself to be caught in the arms of her favorite man in the middle of her instigation. She was confident he’d catch her. She closed her eyes upon impact.

Right before she could crash into the cafe, she was intercepted. An arm immediately supported her back, and (Y/n) quickly wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself from slipping, her body pressed against his warm, broad chest.

“Whoa!” Calan’s voice was way too surprised (and higher pitched?) to her liking, he would usually either be relieved or annoyed by her presence, both of which fueled her ego. Opening her eyes, she saw someone in a well decorated skin suit and armlets with his wavy hair out in the open. (Y/n) stiffened, her face growing pale. Who just caught her then?

Looking up, she was met with a masked stranger, the vivid red markings that were marked for his eyes were focused on her.

(Y/n) had overestimated herself. In fact, she’s shit in math when it comes to these things. Her eyes couldn’t stop staring at the masked man who caught her, and it must’ve been the Gods punishing her for racking up the city’s crime rate because he immediately knew who she was with how she felt something hook into her suit to prevent her from escaping. (Y/n) did not like how the plan was turning into. Everything began to click when she noticed the symbols on their suits.

Was Calan being replaced? How could he even be replaced? By two people?

“That was easy.” The smaller one said. What the fuck does that mean?

“Is it okay if I leave now-” It didn’t hurt to try asking.

“No.” Her captor’s voice was gruff, immediately cutting her off. “Pav, regroup with the others.”

Now it was just her and the larger masked man.

“Where are we going?” (Y/n) tried another question.

“To fix your mess.”

“Who said I made a mess?”

“I’m pretty sure you know who, gatita.”

Wow. (Y/n) frowned upon realizing what she was dealing with. First, Calan had disappeared from her for weeks on end, forcing her to take his job to patrol the city when he was gone (without getting paid!), and now, he couldn’t even face her and decided to send in some large man in a weird suit and other people to capture her instead. What was his damage? (Y/n) was not about to be disrespected like this and needed to even the score. She didn’t even think that the man holding her knew the caliber she held when it came to escaping. (Y/n) wouldn’t let the Gods condemn her this way.

“What the-!”

With her free hand, her claws retracted three times its original size before swiping downwards. The fabric of his suit was even stranger as it tore in a way she couldn’t describe, but it did show a bit of his skin. She twisted roughly in his grasp, swiping at the arm that held her. He loosened his grip, and (Y/n) slipped away, tossing the artifact in his hand. Upon landing, she broke into a sprint in the opposite direction.

**

“Lyla!” Miguel growled from under his mask, and the hologram popped above his watch.

“Uh-oh. How’d that happen?” Lyla adjusted her sunglasses. “I’ll get that fixed real quick.”

“Tell Calan to hurry up with those damn rings, and tell the others that Black Cat is coming towards their locations.” He was quick to maneuver in the other direction, swinging his way above the night traffic. He saw her scale up a building and onto the roof tops, and he followed suit. Miguel was slowly catching up to her. He shot his webbing towards her legs, however, Black Cat had rolled forward, the webs narrowly missing her heels. She jumped into an alley, running out the other end before using a grappling hook to swing away. Miguel growled at his escaping prey.

Just about half an hour ago, Calan had given a rundown of the do’s and don’ts of this earth in his office. Don’t go past the walls of the state, don’t touch broken shrines, don’t make any pacts with anyone living here, and don’t remove the mark on their hands. The only “do” that Miguel assumed was to do the mission. Fair. It was the most he had ever spoken since he joined the Spider Society. Calan was going to make rings that would help the others be resistant to magic during their stay, despite the teenagers wanting to focus more on learning said magic.

“I have a problem, and it may require several of you.” Calan laid out five rings, a thick book, and a needle.

“What is it?” The teens would ask, and he would put down the note from earlier.

“Black Cat.” Calan replied. “She’ll sabotage the mission if certain things aren’t in her favor. She already put the city under paranoia.”

Calan pointed at the treasure chest that was destroyed by her; he had repaired it upon return and used the key to actually hide away important documents under some sort of illusion trick. Black Cat was a rare variant only appearing very few times in other spider people’s canon, Miguel thought. He didn’t have a Black Cat in his universe. It was because, according to the reports he’s read, Black Cats were more complicated allies, when given something in return. He looked at the letter, noticing the red lipstick marking on the corner of the paper. They were complicated indeed.

“We can multitask while you finish that.” Miguel suggested to Calan, who went to work straight away. He then turned to the others. “You know how it is and how it’s going to be. The only thing added is capturing a Black Cat.”

And they went off. Miguel would receive a few notifications from the teens that they’ve captured and turned in an anomaly. Things were going swimmingly.

When Miguel had caught Black Cat in the middle of his patrol with Pavitr, he was just as shocked as the woman in his arm. He had seen pictures of other Black Cats. But there was something about seeing one and even holding one up close. She had vivid (e/c) eyes that stuck out from her (skin color) complexion, wild (h/c) hair that draped over her eyes and flowed along the evening air. Her lips were a striking red with gloss, and from her figure-

“Miguel! There’s this freaky bird thing with a hundred heads!” Miles’ panicked voice through his watch shattered the thought. He looked at the object in his hand- it was a copper shard with unrecognizable lettering plastered all over the metal. Black Cat was just out of reach, how she ran with heels was a mystery to him. He narrowed his eyes, noticing the echo of screams down the road.

He could see Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie trying to hold back a large, feathered mass covered in countless porcelain masks that let out pulses of screams. Its multiple elongated arms tried to grab at the teenagers while destroying a portion of the infrastructure.

He slid to a stop, giving one last look at the Black Cat. She stopped as well, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“I won’t let you go next time.” He warned her before rushing over to the monstrous calamity.

The monster wailed further, slamming all thirteen of its arms down in frustration when it couldn’t catch any of the spider people that swung around it. It winced at every punch and kick it received from the four teenagers, but it only grew angrier, screeching. Several of its claws began to frantically dig through its feathered and porcelain body. Ooze began to spill out from the wound it created.

“What the hell did we just get ourselves into!?” Gwen screamed, covering her nose over her mask.

“Man’s bleedin’ out all the establishment slop outta ‘im!” Hobie positioned his guitar in his hands, letting out a powered strum. The monster momentarily froze before shaking violently. Something was growing out of its wound, and no one wanted to figure out what it was.

“Miguel!” Miles was busy pulling out all the civilians from the rubble alongside Pavitr. The man was quick to rush towards the ungodly beast, tightening his fist before plunging his attack right through one of the porcelain faces. It shattered, revealing a fleshy substance underneath. The monster let out a broken chorus as it felt the pain, thrashing itself into the ground and towards other buildings. Miguel began to shoot out multiple webbings of red to restrain its arms, and Gwen and Hobie followed his lead, pinning down the monster.

Now what was left was the artifact the Black Cat tossed at him.

Before Miguel could figure it out, a pair of wings shot out of the monster’s gash, sending the three flying several blocks away. Miguel quickly got up from the crushed concrete already prepared to rush at the monster again- only to have Gwen struggle to keep herself up from the impact. Hobie, on the other hand, tried to hide his limp.

“I’ve got this!” Calan had found them, quickly removing his gloves. Miguel urged Miles and Pavitr to come over to where he was. They all watched as Calan’s hands began to glow, a summoning circle appearing just at the tip of his fingers. Using his eye for focus, he positioned his hands to where the monster contorted violently. Calan curled his fingers, almost mimicking a spider’s chelicerae and its mouth.

As soon as Calan closed his fists, a red spider emerged from the shadow under the monster, ripping its body into two with its mouth before returning into the darkness.

“Damn.” Hobie and Pavitr’s mouths were agape, whereas Gwen had to immediately cover her eyes.

“That is so cool,” Miles huffed. “But I think I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

That must have been the Arachne Pact, Miguel could see how much that single spell drained Calan.

“I finished,” The one eyed spiderman handed Miguel the bag of rings, and in turn he was given the copper shard. His brows furrowed in disbelief. “(Y/n), how’d you get your hands on this?”

“Is that her name?” Miguel asked as he handed out the rings to the others.

“Shit. Sorry,” Calan began to cough. “But yeah. She’s probably really mad at me.”

Calan slid down from the debris, walking over to the monster’s corpse. Soon enough, the corpse began to disintegrate until all that was left was a man’s body. First responders and clean up crew began to approach the scene as the dust began to settle, and the group stood at the rooftop in silence, their masks being wearily pulled away for the time being.

“I was expecting something to happen, I’m not gonna lie.” Pavitr sounded disappointed as he removed and put on his ring a few times.

“Seals and barriers don’t work that way.” Calan replied, his eyes wandering off. “I’m guessing you couldn’t catch her, Miguel.”

“I let her go.” He corrected him.

“That’s normal.”

Miguel followed Calan’s line of sight into the darkness, wondering what it was he was staring at. When he found nothing of interest, he looked the other way, briefly watching the teens sit together as they tried to cheer each other up. Is this how it’s going to be for the next three days? This sort of explains some of Calan’s odd behaviors.

There was another pair of eyes that watched him. Miguel turned his head, seeing the Black cat across the street, staring at all of them from the ledge of an apartment rooftop. She dared not to move so suddenly, her eyes fixated on Calan before moving towards the teenagers, and finally Miguel. She could see who he was.

And soon, he would see who she is.