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iaure · 11 months

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𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶; 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

𝖞𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖔❜𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 2: 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 3: 𝔦 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨, 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 4: 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 CW: self-awareness, stalking, obsession, delusion, ptsd, mention of a brother's death, thoughts of kidnapping. Written in the third person. Use of Y/N. Spoilers for Spider-Man: Across The Spiderverse.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ heaven have mercy on my simple soul. we might have another dearest series on our hands, but for miguel. god. jesus. i made this in one (1) day. it's two am.

wc: 1.7k

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻❜𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀.

Miguel knew that feeling all too well. Gabriella faded away in his arms, a flash of technicolour and geometric shapes. An entire world, falling away and escaping from him, like grains of glass as fine as sand but still so colourful. That's what kept him moving. He never wanted someone to make the same mistake. But he was only a man. he couldn't be alone in the isolation of his own making forever. He built up those walls, praying he'd have the sense to never knock them down. But brick by brick, other people did. First was Jess. She was his friend, his sister in arms. Then Peter, then a thousand other faces and names and hearts and morals and everything that made Spider-Man, Spider-Man. They each took a brick, as though it was nothing. It was just by pure chance that she was the one to take that last brick. She was a new addition. Friendly, witty, quick on her feet. Just like everyone else. Another Spider in another place and another time. Another in a million, another clone, another warm body as fodder. But when Jess brought her to him, Miguel knew; she was one in a trillion.

She had stood next to Jess, firm, with a thousand yard stare like she'd been digging around Miguel's soul and yanking out her favourite bruises. Harrowing was a good word for it. Her estranged brother, a captain in the police, had died. She looked like she'd seen Hell. Fresh bruises, scarring, her suit torn in some places...and she stood tall.

"Spider-Woman, from Earth 7290. Also known as Y/N."

Jess spoke softly, a hand on Y/N's shoulder. Her breathing was steady but her eyes had glazed over, completely tapped out to the situation. Miguel felt his heart tug. He knew what it was like. Everyone did. Most Spiders were sad, upset, but she simply seemed...angry. Furious, even. Like if Miguel made a move towards her, she'd chew him up and spit him out. He'd seen people try to tame horses before, ones that would buck and kick and neigh until someone's leg was broken. It was like Jess was doing that. The one hand on Y/N's shoulder, keeping her in place.

"Miguel?" Jess spoke up, and he came out of his haze. "Are you listening?" "Yeah." He nodded, quietly clearing his throat. "Sure. Get her a watch." Jess shared a look with Y/N, one that he couldn't quite tell the reasoning behind, but the glance of her eyes was enough.

Spider-Woman of Earth 7290 took the last brick.

He'd see Y/N around, walking around the Spider Society and speaking with other Spiders. She seemed to hold that anger close to her heart, despite the other Spiders telling her that it'd get better over time. They'd healed, or got over it, or pushed it out of their mind. But not Y/N. She stayed mad. She stayed angry. Miguel understood that more than most. Mourning took time. So many had gotten over it after years. It wasn't fair to expect Y/N get it over it so fast. He didn't think so, anyway. After all, it was an anomaly that took her brother's life. A mistake. It had fallen off the proverbial map, but according to Jess, Y/N had 'handled it her own way'. Whatever that meant. Miguel didn't really care. All he worried about was her. Rather than just taking the brick off his walls, she smashed it in with a hammer and ran it over with a bulldozer. She had a wrecking ball to smash a single blue and red brick. And he hated it. Because what about Gabriella? What about his wife? Did their deaths mean nothing now? And how was this healthy? Granted, Miguel wasn't a healthy person. Not like that. But the sudden way his mind dedicated himself to her was absurd. Did it have to do with his DNA? With the spider mutation? Rapture? Mating season? There had to be an explanation. A cure.

But there was none.

Now, Miguel's mind was rotting away. He wished he could pry it open and take to it with tweezers, to prod out the parts that he hated. But his eyes lingered on you for a moment too long, and he knew he didn't stand much of a chance anymore. It was all Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Even just the faint, passing scent of her was enough to drive him up a wall that very much shouldn't exist. Passing word of her wellbeing made him tune into conversations he was never part of. He began to develop a seventh sense: touch, hearing. sight, smell, taste, spidersense, and Y/Nsense.-the uncanny ability to know when she needed help. Trademarked, owned by Miguel O'Hara exclusively. Peter once teased him about how Miguel would suddenly jump up and scoot over to the cameras, checking in on Spider-Woman 7290.

The teasing didn't last long when given way to the severity of the situation.

Gradually, Miguel leaned into it. If he couldn't fight it, then join it. Revel in it. Let his eyes linger on her frame. Let his waking hours resort to thinking of her. Let him suffer. He deserved it. He began to follow Y/N around. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. And sometimes, Miguel would see enemies-a Vulture here, a Doc Ock there-and he'd help when she wasn't looking. Little favours here and there began cropping up. Getting her groceries. Taking care of her cat. Fiddling with the gas for the car of the one creep that kept following her around that was so sure she was Spider-Woman. Granted, the creep was right. But he didn't know that.

(He did. Love comes in many shapes and forms.)

Y/N never seemed to notice. She was off, battling her own demons and fighting the good fight in her own world. She was good and kind and still angry but she used that anger so well, and Miguel loved her for it. She burned with the anger of a thousand dying stars. She was everything. When Y/N would stop by the Spider Society, Miguel made sure to look good. Brush his hair, brush his fangs, make sure his eye bags weren't too obvious, or if they were, then they looked good. He was trying to get her to like him, after all. Check to make sure his suit didn't have any tears or holes. Because Y/N was gorgeous. She could drag herself in with her guts spilling out like roadkill and he'd still think she's the most beautiful thing to grace the multiverse.

The beauty of delusion, he supposed.

He was aware how delusional this was. He knew how absurd it was that he saw her and fell immediately. Was this what happened in fairy tales? Is this what Prince Charming felt when he saw Cinderella? The world completely spinning the moment there's even a hint of her? The complete dedication of his heart to this woman that barely acknowledged him...someone who would only glance his way if it was a requirement. Y/N was cordial to him, but little more. And it made his heart ache. She spoke to Jess more than she spoke to him. It felt wrong. It felt cruel, like a tease, trailing up and down his spine but never providing relief. One word to him was ten to Jess.

Miguel refuses to admit it, to accept that he was willing to stoop so low. But there was a brief moment where he thought about hurting Jess. Or getting her on some mission that would take forever. Breaking her bracelet when she least expected it so Y/N would have to come to him.

He'd never act on it. He was sure of that.

If there was one thing Miguel was proud of for himself, it was his restraint. He had the unparalleled ability to simply...hold off. Another day, he'd tell himself. Next time, he'd self-assure. Then another next time. Then another. Until heaven knows how many next times it's been, and he's aching for her to even look at him, but why won't she glance his way? Why was she so cold? He's done everything he could. Just look at him! For god's sake, just fucking look at him! That's all he wanted! Five minutes with your eyes on him, your undivided attention.

But no. Another day, he said. Next time.

But maybe he could simply...take Y/N away. Her world was inconsequential. It'd be easy to take care of any villains. He'd do it for her, single-handedly. She were everything. He could just keep her there, in his office, never allowed to leave. He could come back after a long mission to her loving arms, her warm embrace, flush to flush to flush to flush. He'd do unspeakable things just for her to trace the vague outline of his body with her eyes. If Y/N told him to kill, he'd do so without question anymore. Miguel barely had any control over himself.

The next time he saw her, it was while dealing with Miles. It was so much, all at once and never at all and undying and swarming his senses. It was so much that he didn't realise how much she'd been smiling at the two teenagers, how sweet her gaze got, the gentle touches and warm laughter and how Gwen and Miles looked up to her.

He didn't know Y/N had a soft spot for kids. And he found out most vividly when she was the first one to help Miles escape, blocking off what must've felt like half of the Spider Society with the same undying rage, now spent on protecting her new friend, the child she called such sweet things. That she saw as her own.

Miguel felt his heart shatter when he had to take her down. The way she fell into the floor, limp and dangling like she was nothing more than occupied space. His heart was wounded, wailing like a dying dog. She picked the newcomer, the anomaly, over him. Him, her one true love. Did it matter that she'd known it yet? No. It only mattered that she helped Miles escape.

Lord, he thought. I worry that love is violence.

#divagaciones (per)#yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere miguel o'hara x reader #i am a girlboss i am a war criminal i am a lunatic and i am clinically insane and the next virgin mary and i am never going to die

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shares-a-vest · 6 months

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@eddiemonth Day 23: Mixtape, Earnest

Word Count: 706 Rating: T | cw: Steve has a migraine

Eddie frowns as Steve's brows knit together as he stands behind the counter at Family Video, presiding over the very dead Thursday afternoon shift. Admittedly, he is waving a mixtape in Steve's face - or at least as close as he can get on the mere peasant's side of the counter.

He dares not get any closer because Keith is lingering somewhere in the store, ready to pop out and threaten him with reinstating a years-past ban.

He jumps as Steve snatches away the cassette tape, likely annoyed enough now to steadfastly put a stop to his taunting, and flips it over to examine the paper insert.

"It's blank," he says, holding it up as if Eddie doesn't know that and somehow, his frown deepens.

"I know," Eddie can't help but beam, puffing his chest out proudly.

"But... the tape isn't blank?" Steve continues, eyes darting about as he gets lost in thought.

"Nope!" he smiles and rocks on his heels, "Just keep it safe for when you need it."

Steve's eyes widen as he slowly places it in his vest pocket.

"Wait," he pauses and leans forward, elbows on the dusty counter as he lowers his voice, "It isn't a sex thing, is it?"

Eddie mirrors his stance – any closer and he'd be kissing his boyfriend in full view of sweaty mouth-breather Keith.

"You want a sex thing?" he stage-whispers, smirking, "On tape?"

"No!" Steve defends, voice small as he bolts upright.

Before he can retreat any further, Eddie takes a swipe, only just managing to reach and playfully pat Steve on the chest, right over his breast pocket.

It isn't even a week later when Eddie arrives at Steve's house to find him curled up on the couch with the tell-tale signs he is recovering from a migraine. He has a blanket pulled up to his neck, his bare feet sticking out the bottom. His clothes are scattered about, Family Video vest haphazardly tossed on the sprawling coffee table.

But, judging by the lack of snoring that typically reaches a chainsaw level of decibels, Steve isn't asleep despite his closed eyes and furrowed brow.

As Eddie creeps closer, stepping as lightly as possible in his work boots (that he probably should have shucked off at the door to save Mrs Harrington's pristine tiles), he spots Steve's headphones nestled in amongst a mop of messy hair.

He lowers onto the edge of the couch as best he can, taking a chance and simply estimating wherever the hell Steve's legs might be (or, hopefully not) under his blanket cocoon.

Steve's frown wavers, his eyes fluttering open as he lets out a small gasp.

"Hey!" he croaks, a little too loud for the quiet solitude of the house.

He fumbles around to slide one of the earpieces off, tangling it further into his hair. He grumbles and vaguely wiggles his fingers in a halfhearted hand wave.

"You made a mixtape of classical music," he smiles, eyes closing again as his head sinks impossibly further into the bed pillow he permanently keeps in the living room for such occasions, "S'nice."

"Nice and calm," Eddie adds, no longer able to resist the urge to reach forward and push back the front of Steve's hair.

"Dustin laughed at me when I said I liked Amadeus."

Steve squirms around, freeing the hand that's gripping his cassette player for dear life from the confines of the blanket. He holds it to his chest and sighs.

"Yes, I remember," Eddie replies, momentarily glaring at the nearest cushion, envisioning that smartass little dweeb's face within its swirling mixture of geometric shapes and brown blobs.

He settles for resting his hand on Steve's, foregoing his wish that the non-Dustin blob cushion would spontaneously combust.

"Want us to listen to it on the stereo while we make dinner," Steve hums, lacing their fingers together.

Yeah sure, Eddie made the mixtape partly to make up for the roaring laughter that came with Steve admitting he'd enjoyed the film about an envious Salieri despite being dragged to see it years back with Nancy.

But he was also determined to help Steve in earnest with his ever-frequent migraines – even if he still does owe him some sort of sex-based cassette.

#this... might be a little too focused on steve??? idk #i wanted to do a bit of a different take on a mixtape and my brain went to 'steve secretly like classical music'#eddie month #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie

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isaac-roc · 8 months

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So, here are my thoughts on my little meow meows from the dlc (yes, I'm talking about the owls):

The first word that comes to my mind is ''victims''. These people are victims of the Eye, and of the game itself; the first one is easily explained by that one slide reel, which really broke my heart, in which one of those owls scans the Eye and then falls to the ground in horror after getting a nightmarish vision of what's to come. Just the expression on their face, man. I know I'm still pretty early in the dlc, but so far they present as people who just wanted to protect themselves, or take (very understandable) revenge. I'd say the former.

The second point sounds a bit strange, but it's the best way I can put it: they are "victims" of the game (this is not me saying the game did a bad thing, I think it's brilliant actually), in the sense that everything is made to give them a bad rep. The game itself warns you about being scary, and it's obvious that they're the ones you should fear, gigantic deer-owls with glowing eyes, intruding in our solar system with an eerie invisible ship filled with some dark and frightening mysteries.

But I find them sympathetic in every possible way. First, let's look at their stuff. Second only to Timber Hearth, the Stranger is the most welcoming place in the game. The only danger comes from the structures breaking; as a place itself, it's harmless (unless you're dumb enough to swim in rapids). It's way more friendly than Brittle Hollow and its horrifying annoying black hole, or the Ember Twin, which has the worst death in the game. Now, I'm not blaming this on the Nomai, they did what they could with what they had. But the owl people put a lot of effort into making their spaceship a perfect replica of nature, and they're the only ones to do that in the game. As for the contents and structures of the ship, you'll see a lot of personality - and art - there. Decorated houses, rugs and carpets with pretty geometrical patterns, custom furniture, and gorgeous paintings, not to mention the little stylized stuff, like the sun-shaped rotating plates on the doors. Then there's the decorations in the houses, and now we get to look at the owls as people. Their houses have individual and family portraits in them, which shows that they treasure family bonds, and in the slide reels, you can see that they are a pretty tight-knit community (barring that one portrait which is vandalized, which I'm sure will be relevant soon). You see them working together, sharing discoveries, and in that one very sad scene, comforting each other. To me, they are like the Nomai; an alien species of engineers/artists, who have a penchant for discovery, families, bonds, and an interest in the Eye. Oh, and a bunch of corpses lying around too.

But, unlike the nomai, they are presented as scary. Which definitely works, I am personally playing with a heart rate of 500 bpms, but they are only scary according to our horror clichés (and fear of the dark), and if you forget what they are: owls. Of course their eyes glow in the dark, they're owls. Of course it's dark as hell in their world, they're owls, nocturnal people. (I won't comment on the corpse-rooms yet because I'm not that far in the game.) And yeah, green fire is eerie, but all of their light-based tech is green. And having finally gotten the first jumpscare, I'll say... they're chill. Sure, it was terrifying, and for a second there I thought that bird was getting some slow-mo momentum to go for my fucking throat carnivorous style, but all they did was take a huge breath to... blow out my light. That's it. They just kicked me out of there.

So most of the things we find scary about them can just be explained by "they just live in the dark, man". They're just chill birds, who got betrayed by the one thing they worshipped, and are doing... something about it, not sure what yet. Sure, they're stupid huge and their eyes glow, but that's no reason to assume the worst in them. Or even fear them.

I'll wait till the sun comes back up to play though.

#this is a thought-in-progress since I'm probs only halfway through the dlc. for all I know I'll change my mind soon but I strongly doubt it #whatever these birdies are doing I am ON. THEIR. SIDE.#outer wilds spoilers #outer wilds #eote #eote spoilers #long post #I also like them immensely because investigating their stories doesn't require any flying :D

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floufli · 11 months

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Admit It

Chapter 2 : Consequences (5k)

Summary:

Before the whole "multiverse collapsing" thing, everything was going pretty smoothly for you. As Spider-woman, you saved people, beat up villains and lived an calm and uneventful civilian life. But everything seemed to have changed the moment one boy was bitten by some radioactive spider. Now, the villains you faced have become more active, and always seemed to disappear before you could deliver them to the police. One day, you manage to finally catch the trail of the ones that kept stealing your catches, only to be left to discover another facet of your life waiting for you.

Will this end well for you? You could only hope so. But you are perfectly okay with risking it all, after all, that "Miguel" got one hell of an ass to make up for it.

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Miguel o'hara x fem!reader, violence, 18+ MINOR NON FRIENDLY SO HOP HOP GET OUT OF HERE, future tags

Chap: (1)

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Don't copy to another site or I'm gonna be big mad >:C and don't feed to AI obviously

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Doing this instead of doing exam stuff related. Tried do to 3k didn't work now take this 5k and the smutty bit . I wanted to put Miguel's POV but it would have been 7 or 8k so it'll be for next chap.

I'll probably edit it later bc there're parts I find weirdly written but anyways-

Why did I do that already? Ah! Yeah! I remember, to " not miss all the fun". Silly me... HOW IS THAT FUNNY???

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT !!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as you almost immediately regretted going through that damned portal. One second you were walking onto a nice- beautiful even, concrete floor, and the next you got yourself propelled into a way too colorful void that made your eyes hurt.

Why does everything they have must be so bright? Does it not make their head hurt, like, please??

But right as of now, you thought the colorfulness of this new environment to be one of your less important problems. At least for now.

You were more concerned as to where you were actually heading, a slight panic running through your body as you realized you had no control whatsoever over your direction or speed. You didn't mind not knowing where you were going to land, no problem, but you would prefer not to crash into a building- or even better the ground, at 100km/h.

Quickly asserting the situation, you tried to take as much information as you could. Looking around yourself, you could observe ass you traveled into what could be a sort of invisible tunnel, if an invisible tube could be called a tunnel, it kind of defeats the whole purpose of the tunnel but anyway. Although you could see some kind of geometrical forms that set the global shape of the way, like guides that allowed the tunnel to go the right way.

The feeling almost made you sick. Sure swinging around was something you now excelled in, but being moved around so much that you lost sense of up and down was now something you dread to experience again.

That's something I'll never get used to. You thought as your eyes tried to find something to anchor yourself before you could throw up your last meal.

Thanks to whoever designed this thing, the experience was quite short, even if quite extreme. In only mere seconds after your entry into the portal, you were back in the real world. And not this weird in-between dimension that threw your senses off.

As much as you were thrilled for the experience to be over, your eyes stung at the bright lighting at the end of the way. But you got no time to rest and recover properly your vision. The moment your body went through the blinding light, gravity suddenly seemed to reappear, pushing you down toward the ground. Acting by instinct at this point, you let your body react by itself as it reoriented itself so you would land carefully on your two feet, and not head first.

" Ah.." You sighed, appreciating the comforting weight of gravity. You raise to your full height, arms by your side, you let your eyes take as many details around you as they could, while your ears tried to assert if there were any threats nearby.

That's a pretty big elevator.

Your eyes were amazed by the sight you were met with. By just looking from side to side, you could see the breathtaking, future-like sight behind the thick protection glass. Incredible buildings stretched so far up into the deep blue sky that you almost could believe your own eyes. How was it even possible? That must be some kind of dimension that's set well into the future for it to be so technologically advanced.

The scenery was pure beauty, roads were spreading around each building like a gigantic snake, embracing each gap and swirling in the place. And unlike your world, those were set up in the sky, allowing an astonishing field of green to surround the whole city.

OH.MY. ARE THOSE FLYING CARS?!

It was still hard to tell from this distance, and knowing that the elevator was actually moving upwards, but you could swear those cars looked weird as fuck.

…Wait, they definitely were flying...there wasn't any road for them to be on ??!

Too caught up in your own excitement, you didn't notice the three people waiting with you while the elevator moved. Running towards one of the glass windows you almost pressed your face against it to better examine this completely new view. But you quickly dismissed the idea once you saw that the elevator was in fact just a platform and putting your face against the window would result in your face being squished down along the elevator's movement.

Wait that's weird... why is everything upside down?

It took you a good minute to realize that your entire vision was in fact upside-down and that your body was in fact dangling into the void, only kept from falling by your talons. Despite the fact that the spikes on your feet were considerably huge, it seems like you didn't notice them piercing into the platform's ground.

Thanks, weird spider instincts. You thought amused, it would have been quite embarrassing if you had landed just for you to fall down because you couldn't spot that the gravity was inverted.

Parting from the glass, you looked behind you. Three different pairs of eyes met your own. You almost let a laugh escape your lips when you saw the scene, stopping yourself last second, but unable to help the smile on your lips.

While the two other Spiderwomen- you guessed you could call them like that for now, were standing perfectly straight on their feet despite the gravity trying to pull them down, Vulture was dangling weirdly, only hold back by the firm grip of the youngest Spider. Seeing something falling upwards wasn't really common in your job, as you almost never let yourself be put in a taught enough situation that would force you to be left head down.

Vulture wasn't as pleased as you were on another note. His face was one of pure worry as he frequently stared at the girl holding his restrained body and then the abysmal void separating him from the bottom of the building. You could almost catch beads of sweat sliding profusely from his now pale face.

"Enjoying the view?" The woman asked with a smile of her own, all the while she was playing with something on her watch-like device. From her relaxed brows, everything was going as usual for her. This told you a lot about the situation as a whole; if they were really who they pretended to be, fellow Spider-Men from; different universes, then they could be many more than just these two and the “Miguel” from before.

“Yeah, flying cars are not really a thing at home. This view is really something to behold.” You stated breathily, even if you didn’t know them- not even their names you realized, you could let your guard down, you could feel it.

It had been so long since you felt this safe.

Not having to worry about enemies coming to stab you in the back, always looking out for people's betrayals, it really was refreshing to say the very least. A much-needed break indeed.

“Miguel’s dimension is surely more advanced than most of ours, that’s for sure!” The woman laughed as if amused by your almost pure reaction to the scenery. Just as she finished doing whatever she was doing with her watch, the elevator started to slow down, and you walked up to where they were currently standing- waiting to arrive at your destination.

But just as you were about to stand before them a sudden vague of pain came through you. The feeling, despite short-lived, left you breathless, contorting in pain, you lost your balance and almost fell to your knees. But weirdly you didn’t.

It was as if you were shredded into pieces, and while you tried to scream, you could hear the bugged sounds that came out of your mouth. You really felt like a scratched disc that kept coming back to one scene over and over.

Thankfully, it went away as quickly as it came. You were now crouched down just next to the older woman, who had lowered herself in the meantime you were out. Now extending her arms, presenting you with a sort of elastic bracelet.

“Shit! I’m so sorry girl, that completely slipped out of my mind. There put this one on, it will stop you from doing that again, I know it’s not the best feeling.” She said to you, expression full of remorse while you quickly put on the thing.

“ That’s for sure..” You breathed, “Shit, that fucking hurt ugh-” You straightened yourself while she stayed near in case you needed help, but in mere seconds you were back to full form.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry again, a lot of things to do at the same time and you weren’t on today’s agenda.” Just as she finished her sentence, the elevator came to a stop, it’s lack of a door allowing you to fully take in the view in front of you.

“But don’t worry, Lyla will give you a real Goober since Miguel asked her to, you should have it soon enough.”

You didn’t pay as much attention as you probably should have to her words, too focused on observing the impossible scene.

There were so many Spider-Men and Spider-Women everywhere.

But you didn’t get the chance to admire them more, the two women and their package were already well ahead of you, still in the elevator.

Oops, wait for meeee!!

You quickly took off towards them, but still, let ourself look around the bright alleys. They were covering almost every centimeter available, from the floor up to the ceiling, thanks to the Spider capacities they surely possessed too.

You jogged behind the two women, avoiding the Spiders that came in your way while saluting the ones that acknowledged you.

“Jessica, do you bring us a new one? Does Miguel knows about that one?” A voice came from your right, a Spider-Man, his suit a deep red and light blue. He seemed to have been talking with others, but your presence must have caught his attention.

How does he even know I’m new here? WE ALL LOOK THE SAME. HOW?

“YES AND YES PETER.” The woman, Jessica, answered without missing a beat, walking unfalteringly toward a gate a bit farther into the ‘main’ way.

The other spider let go almost immediately after her answer, going back to his previous discussion.

“Don’t worry, they are all pretty chill when you get to know them.” The young girl spoke while you continued to look around, catching your attention.

“Yeah, since we’re all Spiders from different dimensions I figured we must be the nice guys I guess. I shouldn’t be too worried about them trying something.” You nodded, and the youngster laughed softly at your response.

“I could even present you some, I’m sure you could get along just fine with Hobby.” She continued as you all entered a darker zone of the building, the atmosphere changing immediately. It even smelled different from the main hall.

The scent is different here but it feels off. Like there’s something behind it? You took a long inspiration. It’s not strong but I can definitely smell something.

It smells pretty good too. Like a subtle mix of pine and oak, just strong enough to pick on but not too overwhelming either.

Hell, it smells divine.

As if in a trance, you followed while they approached different cells-like containers, each filled with what you could recognize as a villain from your own dimension, except slightly different.

Jessica stopped before what looked like an inactivated cell, pushing some sort of code into a nearby panel while the girl approached and put down the Vulture right in the middle of the device that served as the cell’s base.

The moment he left her arms the cel activated, a bright purple hue commit to completely encapsulated him, leaving him unable to leave.

“ They wait here before we send them back to their own dimensions,” The girl said as she pulled down her mask, before pointing toward another room, behind some control panels. “ We got a supper-and-absolutely-not-scary giant spider robot that scans their DNA before sending them back. Super effective.”

“Totally humane and professional.” You completed as you began to see white appendages leaving a hole you didn’t notice in the ceiling, red yes soon following as the gigantic thing came out to work on the prisoner that was just scanned.

Yep! Not scary! Not scary at all!

Quickly, you turned around before you could witness anything more this spider thing was about to do, and chose to follow the two women, staying closer to the girl that seemed more eager to talk.

“I’m Gwen between, I’ve not been here for much longer than you don’t worry, only a month or so. So I know what it feels like at first.” She tried to reassure you, that was easy to tell. But you weren’t stressed, or at least not as much as you think you should have been.

It’s weird. Since I smelt the scent I feel almost at ease.

But there’s more to it, I can feel my entire body heating up.

…Don’t tell me they got some strange laboratory things going on in there and I’m the only one affected… That would be so embarrassing.

You could feel your face heating as you walked. You chatted calmly with the Girl after introducing yourself, and she seemed eager to talk to someone, but inside, you were screaming. It was beginning to be difficult to breathe with your mask, the scent becoming stronger and stronger as you approached a somber room with a sort of platform attached to a metallic arm that stretched into the darkness.

It’s dark enough here, I should be able to pull it off without dying from a headache.

Mimicking the actions of the girl, Gwen, from moments prior, you raised your hand to pull your mask off swiftly, a sigh of pure satisfaction leaving you as the cold air of the room hit your burning face.

I hope I'm not too red or I'll need to make something up.

Thankfully no one seemed to notice your very much cherry-colored face, possibly due to the low lighting of the room to begin with.

Get your hormones in check for fuck's sake.

"Everything's alright here?" Jessica asked as she could tell something was visibly bugging you from the frown on your face.

"Yeah, Yeah everything's good. Just trying to take in all the new info you know?" You answered quickly, but not without missing the curious face Gwen threw your way.

Your eyes went back to Jessica, she was next to the control panel now, and just as she had been doing all the way here, she taped some code on the display. But this time, a holographic figure appeared just next to her.

"Hey, Lyla!" The girl next to you greeted cheerfully the hologram. Wait, THEY HAVE ADVANCED AI TOO?

"Hi Gwen, what's up? Still, sticking with poor old Jess? Miggy still hasn't let you go alone on a mission?" The yellowish woman asked, her form teleporting just next to the girl in question.

"You already know the answer to that Lyla-" Gwen answered, defeated, "I'm ready, at this point I'm just waiting for SOMEONE to tell him that I'm ready too."

The glare she threw at Jessica couldn't be missed, even if you tried, her eyes full of expectations but only met with blank ones.

"Hey it's not my job to babysit, I will have plenty of work when this one will be there," She said while pressing her hand on her belly," If you're sooo ready just go and tell him you are. That shouldn't be difficult for someone as good as you." She finished, a wicked smile playing on her features, obviously teasing the girl.

The two continued their own playful arguing, you could only stand by and watch, at least until the AI- Lyla apparently finally noticed you.

"OH! YOU'RE THE NEWBY MIGGUEL SAID TO MAKE THE GIZMO FOR!" The hologram appeared right in your face, causing you to jump in surprise. She looked like a twenty-something years old woman, a short brunette, and she smiled at you friendly.

"Yeah, I guess that's me..." Everything was starting to become a bit too much for you, having enhanced senses had its pros and cons, and being easily overwhelmed was one of them, and the strange but pleasant scent that invaded your mind didn't help your body to calm down.

"Good, I'm sure you got your own Spidey things to do so we're gonna be brief." She said happily, moving around with way too much energy for such a little thing. "Take that first, it's way better than the daily pass you have right there."

A bracelet similar to the one you saw on the two women materialized in front of you, and you quickly reached out to catch it, not wanting it to break.

Pulling off the elastic bracelet from your right arm, you rapidly replaced it with its metallic counterpart. Up close, you could see the amount of detail and work that went into the item's conception, from the small display to the multiple buttons there and there.

"We'll teach you how to you it don't worry, it's not that hard when you know what to do." Lyla declared confidently, from her proud expression, she must have been the one designing the item.

"But first-" Jessica turned from Lyla to face you.

"-First we'll explain to you everything that has happened." Lyla cut off, earning an angry look from Jessica.

Finally. You thought. it's not like I came here for that in the first place but kinda.

Suddenly the whole room became pitch black, and a beam of white light rose from the middle of it, urging you to come closer. The beam began to take the form of a tree, and from there you could only listen as both Jessica and Lyla explained to you the story of this organization.

"These webs linked us all together," Jessica started, "And one year ago, a gap was left in it, allowing people from one dimension to enter another, those we call anomalies."

"And if we don't do anything, all the worlds could be destroyed."

Waving goodbye to your new colleagues, you stepped into the portal after making sure it was set to your dimension. The trip wasn't as bad as the first, since you were now expecting the whole floating part, but still, it will definitely need to be improved.

When you landed, you were surprised to see yourself in your flat, in the middle of your living room. Almost falling to your knees in relief for the day to FINALLY be over, you caught yourself last second, instead falling face-first into your sofa.

Your body was aching everywhere and you could already feel the headache in your temple, the distinct throbbing enough to let a painful whimper escape your lips.

Need to shower and put this off.

After inhaling heavily, to prepare yourself mentally for the pain to come, you finally rose to your two feet and headed to the bathroom. You took your sweet time undressing, delaying as much as you could the moment the cold air of the room would touch your sensitive skin.

Your flat was modest, and so was your bathroom, you didn't have a very big salary at your local job, and doing Spider-Woman exploit didn't pay shit. Free work all along and still some people got the nerve to hold it to you when you made the slightest mistake.

'Go on take the work' You had wanted to yell more than once. But deep down you knew no one would take your place if it meant going through what you did to have this kind of powers.

As you managed to get most of your suit off, you couldn't but notice the smell that came from off of it. The same as the one in that place in the HQ building. Miguel's 'office' would you had learned it to be. The memory of the man's face still vivid in your mind.

Poor guy, he really lost everything he had. And I can't imagine the amount of guilt he has accumulated over time from that.

And still despite your kind words you couldn't help your body's reaction the moment your eyes met the sculpted body of your new boss. At this moment you thanked every god and goddess you knew the name of to have made this room so dark. If you think you were feeling kind of hot before, then now you were burning from the inside out, everything felt ten times as what you were used to. Sounds, images, odors, everything was multiplied and allowed you to sense almost everything that was going on inside and outside the room.

But it was useless, as your eyes only seemed to see interest in this Miguel's divine complexion.

And damn if your suit didn't make your body heat up once more. Chills ran through your entire body, your talons and fangs starting to stretch despite the fact you didn't want them to. You desperately tried to control yourself, tried to let go of the fabric in your hands, but it seems your body wasn't cooperating. Instead, your hand rose the piece of fabric to your face, allowing you to smell the full fragrance still enclosed in its fibers.

"Shit-" You hissed, as one of your hands grabbed the edge of the sink, your legs were starting to give up on you. You didn't feel this aroused in- hell you've never been this turned on in your entire life and that's saying something about yourself right now. Why was it happening now? It wasn't nearly as bad when you were there, it should have calmed down and not worsened!

You could only let yourself fall on your knees in an attempt to calm yourself, maybe the coldness of the tiles would help? Well, it didn't. Now you could hear a cracking sound coming from above and below you, your talons and claws surely pushing the ceramic of the sink and the tiles to its limit.

As embarrassing as the whole thing was would feel yourself growing soaked, your entire core on fire, waiting for something you weren't sure only your fingers could provide. But your resolution to control yourself started to falter.

So while your nose was still buried deep into the fabric, mouth agape while you inhaled the divine sent, your other slowly caressed your body, starting by your neck, luckily your claws still retracted the moment they touched your skin. You tried to imagine how his body would feel below yours, how his fingers would feel against your skin, would they be rough or smooth? Oh- What you could do to this man at this instant.

Your hand was now on your breasts, your hand easily englobing the mound of flesh, playing with it just the way you liked, causing small moans to escape your drooling mouth. Your hips began to move with a mind of their own, swinging back and forth against nothing, the feeling at your core begging to be too much.

Leaving your other breast without giving it the same attention, you let your hand make its descent towards you screaming for attention vulva. You breathed heavily into your suit, both yours and his scent mixed making your mind go crazy.

"Fuck-Ah!" You jumped as your fingers first made contact with your aching clit, the simple touch almost enough to immediately send you over the edge. Your whole body was tensing now, waiting for something to release the unbearable tension.

Tentatively, your finger started to play around with your sensitive clit, sending powerful waves of pure pleasure through you that left your mind practically blank- except for the image of this beauty of a man panting below you.

Hips grinding on your hand, chasing for more, you allowed one finger to begin spreading your wet folds, sighting in relief when a new sort of pleasure overwhelmed your senses.

But still, it wasn't enough, you were fully moaning into your suit while three fingers worked hard on spreading you and your hips still grinded hard on your palm, trying to get as much stimulation as you could.

You had the picture perfectly painted in your head, mimicking your current depraved act, you would be riding that man until he'd beg you to stop, or until you were fully satisfied. He would look so good with tears in his eyes, you thought, the constant brows on his face as its appeal but god- what would give out to be the one making sure he was milked until there was nothing much he could give you.

You licked your dried lips at the thought, your tongue brushing slowly upon your bared fangs. You panted heavily, sensing your orgasm approach way faster than usual, the familiar tightness in your core becoming more and more unbearable, but promising a delightful end for all the torture it had been.

You curled on yourself when you grinded particularly hard on your clit, provoking a shockwave that made on fall on the floor of the bathroom. You must have been quite the sight, ass up in the air, hand pushing your suit in your face, all the while you now grinded with a desperate thrust into your hand.

Shit-shit-shit!!

Your entire frame tenses when your orgasm finally hit you full force, the hotness of your core spreading across every centimeter of skin, up until your face. Instinct taking over, you let yourself sink your teeth deep into the fabric still pushed in your face, and the moment your fangs sank in completely, you could feel your own venom ooze out of them.

"Ah AH-" You tried to muffle your sound but to no avail. Fingers still moving against and inside you, you tried to make the few waves of pleasure last as much as you could, even if it meant overstimulating you a tiny bit. After the last bit of pleasure eventually faded, you stayed immobile for a few more minutes, struggling to comprehend what exactly had just happened.

What. The. Fuck. Was. THAT?

Still slightly out of breath from your previous activity, you slowly rose back up, wincing at the feeling of your fingers leaving your leaking cunt. Sitting on your knees, you tried to assert the situation.

You looked intensely at your wet hand, your mind still not processing everything that just happened, as if it had been totally disconnected, leaving your body to be ruled solely by primary and animalistic instincts.

You stood up, not without faltering for an instant, where you incredible sense of equilibria when you needed it?

"Okay. Okay. That is just horny me, no need to think about it. It's just the Sider DND going berserk because of a pretty guy." Your reasoning was strong, at least you thought it to be, just enough to convince you would surely do the work. Looking up into the mirror about your sink, you stared at yourself, hand grabbing its edge with way too much force, causing your fingers to go white and a small crack to appear.

You looked absolutely disheveled, your already not very tidy hair now tangled in a messy patch of color. Your eyes were bloodshot red, your pupils still dilated, taking over most of your eyes, leaving no place for its original color to sip through. Along with you still, open mouth and bared fangs, your shoulder moving up and down in rapid breaths.

You looked monstrous, quite literally. If someone were to see you like this, it would be more than understandable if they suddenly took off running, fearing for their life. You seemed ready to attack anything that come your way, but you could help to find a certain charm to your current state. Sure you looked savage, but the good kind of savage.

Hell, you even though you looked pretty hot like that.

Turning on the sink you quickly rinsed off your hand, a sudden wave of fatigue shutting you down. You then took a quick shower to rinse off any residue of dirk of concrete from today's work, along with the last proofs of your own excitement.

In less than fifteen minutes you were out of the shower, patting yourself dry, and getting ready for bed after throwing your suit in the washing machine before the smell would get you to do this again-and it almost made you sad to know that the only piece of this sent would be gone. Leaving the bathroom after opening a window to evacuate the fog, you stepped into your leaving room for a quick dinner, nothing too fancy.

You took from the fridge some leftovers from this afternoon, some rice along with a small piece of marinated fish, which will be more than enough. You ate at your own pace, not bothered by the clock ticking, reminding you of today's day of work. When you finished, you took out your phone, making sure you didn't forget to activate your alarms.

You entered your bedroom languidly, the darkness of the room comforting you, and with eyes as sensitive as yours, seeing in the dark was included in the package. Putting your phone to charge and the watch thingy- a Gizmo you had learned, o the night table, you throw yourself into the smooth and soft sheets of your bed.

As you found a comfortable position to fall asleep, your mind went back to what today had taught you, memories of all the Spider-men and women invading your mind, and fatally- the image of this Miguel you didn't even know as you watched him lose everything he had.

What a shitty person I am for having this kind of thought toward that poor guy.

Your eyelids were now starting to feel heavy, and before you could react your eyes closed on their own accord, your conscience beginning to drift away.

Thought shutting down as you began to fall asleep you could help but come back to what you saw at the HQ, but this time without the guilty feeling, thanks to being half-asleep.

But he got that cake... Bigger than me.. that's for sure...

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wouldyoustayvn · 1 year

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What is Yan!Virgil's opinion on OG!Virgil? We know that OG Virgil is kinda worried about yan Virgil but we don't know the other way around

(Also Virgils reaction of MC wanting to date OG Virgil instead of Yan because I remeber somebody said that during the event and OG said that Yan probably would be upset 👀)

Sry I read the og Virgil event posts again now I'm analyzing the hell out this man again

Envious. Yan!Virgil is envious of OG!Virgil.

For goodness sake, how the hell can this guy be alright after realizing that he’s just fictional?? An amusement for their creator??? He didn’t get to see his family anymore but his OG can??? How?! How is that possible that HE get to live that life he always wanted?!

What did he do to deserve this treatment? He couldn’t stay mad at him. After all, he is the original Virgil after all. The one that gets the favor from their creator. Even after talking to OG!Virgil, there’s not much any difference between the two of them. After all, Yan!Virgil is OG!Virgil in a different separate timeline. So of course they’re the same but in different outcomes. Does he like OG!Virgil? Yeah. Is he still envious of him? Yup. But there’s nothing Yan can do.

He just want his life back. He wants his family back, he wants to see the stars again instead of looking at geometric shapes and codes.

But he can endure it because out of everything he went through, the only positive outcome was… meeting YOU. His beloved Galaxy. Sure it’s not an ideal scenario of meeting your beloved one but it doesn’t matter. He’s just glad he have you in his life.

As for his reaction of Galaxy wanted to date OG!Virgil instead of him. He does get upset. Not to his beloved Galaxy, not to OG. But himself. He understands why they want to be with his original self. He couldn’t blame them. But it does hurt that you prefer his OG over him.

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dappledpaintbrush · 2 months

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Good day, I hope that you are well;

Do you ever happen to ponder what the writers' room must have been like for Super Paper Mario? "Yeah, you know our main Wahoo go-lucky happy Mario protagonist? Yeah, well, let's make a game where he isn't relevant at all, make it touch relatively dark themes and we make my intricate and deep teenage Original Characters the real main characters with an extremely intricate plot that you wouldn't expect any game of the brand we are known for to have"

The game is so...Jarringly out of place, it's...Fascinating-

Nintendo has a few of these very large art books (Eg. Zelda and Mario Odyssey) where they go over all of the development work, conceptual stages, writer material in excruciating detail- It would be amazing if there were one of those for this particular game-

It's a shame that there isn't a lot of beta material released for this title other than some early Nastasia sprites, early animations (eg. The Dimentio Walking one and the Super Dimentio unused mouth animations) and Flip Folk character designs (And of course the early cat build) I can imagine a lot of work was put into the game's writing- I find the geometric designs to be extremely fascinating for multiple reasons too, symbolically and visually, but that's a discussion for another day. Are there other beta materials I seem to be missing?

My apologies for the long "ask"

Have a nice day.

Hello!! I hope all is well too :]

Oh my god I think about this SO MUCH. Like. One, how did they come to the conclusion this story is what they’re gonna go with, and two, how did it get approved? I’ve heard SPM be described as a “bad fanfiction,” and honestly, take “bad” out and I agree. This game strays so drastically from the norm that it does feel like a fanfiction (in the best way possible). I wonder how much DIDN’T get approved that is now lost to time.

I’ve been on many hunts for any beta content, but all I can find that is reliable is stuff from The Cutting Room Floor. It honestly upsets me. I feel like this game deserves an art book regardless of whether or not I personally wanted one. The design of SPM is incredibly creative and one of the first of its kind. The character and level designs themselves (because they really are unique), the constant references to technology in an era where it was becoming increasingly more apart of every day life, and the thought process behind implementing 3D into a 2D space are all things I want to know the details behind SO badly. Of course art is important in every video game, but in the Paper Mario series, the game almost revolves entirely around the art and design choices, and SPM is no exception. I would also go even more crazy for a book or even any information at all about the writing process, but I’m not sure how much of that has survived. I wouldn’t be surprised if most of it has to come from the writers’ own recollections. Hell, who even knows if any concept art is around anymore either, unless they kept it in a filing cabinet somewhere (or, if it’s all digital, they actually kept up with the files).

The cat build is very interesting to me because we have NO idea what it was for. Was it for another game? If so, what is it doing in SPM’s files? Is it for SPM? The “3D world builds” that were also found imply SPM was originally not going to be a side scroller and instead, you’d be able to roam around like you do in any other Paper Mario game. Unless those world builds were for the cats only- which again, were they for SPM or something else?? WHAT WERE THEY DOING THERE?? EXPLODES!!!!! AND YES!!! THE SYMBOLISM FOR THE GEOMETRIC SHAPE DESIGNS IVE HEARD ABOUT THAT SOMEWHERE. GOD ITS SO GOOD . CHEWS ON MY ARMS.

And to answer your question, there’s definitely more beta material out there, but none come to mind at this moment :O

And don’t apologize!! I love longer asks! I enjoy discussing this game with people a LOT

Have a good day to you to!! :D

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38sr · 2 years

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Following up on that one anon that asked about how to practice animation, how do you practice art skills while learning how to animate? In other words, what art skills should I hone/continue to practice for animation?

Ooooh this is a good question! Outside of the animation principles, there are some other skills you can do to help hone your animation skills more. Figure drawing/Gesture drawing: This one is prolly the most self-explanatory. Understanding the human figure (of just form in general) is an incredibly important skill that you will inevitably encounter with animating regardless of the visual style (realistic, cartoony, anime, etc.). I also would suggest gestural drawing because animation is more so about selling the motion and the feeling behind it rather it being the most accurate depiction. Now there are animations that are hyperrealistic so it's possible to do that. Personally, animations that impress me the most are ones that are able to sell realistic motions without having to draw a lot of lines or animating on 1s.

Perspective/Foreshortening: Another self-explanatory one. When it comes to motion you will have to draw forms in angles that are quite difficult. Hell, even I'm still honing this skill and I'm not the greatest at it haha. But doing exercises using geometric shapes and applying to more organic forms (ie. humans, animals, etc) is a great way to practice and build that skill. Over the years, I've realized doing these exercises has helped re-enforce my figure/gestural drawing skills. Trying to interpret difficult forms in difficult angles/perspectives forces you to critically think "Okay, how can I depict this thing at this angle with only this amount of lines" or "Oh that muscle doesn't show as much in this perspective and sort of overlaps with the form of this muscle". Combine that with animating, you'll be able to create some crazy good work while having a a solid understanding of form.

Character Design: Prolly something you wouldn't think about but is super super super important to learn character design when it comes to animating. I love designs that animation friendly, meaning it's easy for any animator to adapt to. Can you break down the designs into simpler shapes? Is there a shorthand that can be used for animating at farther distances? Is the design distinct enough that even with less lines you can still tell what character this is? Are you able to draw this character over and over again at a steady pace? It can be tempting to add as much detail as possible to a character but you have to remember, "Oh, I have to draw all these details and stuff over and over again consistently." And sometimes it can be hard to do... So yeah, taking the time to learn character design has helped me immensely with animating while also re-enforces the previous two points as well. Funny how it all connects in the end haha. Penmanship: Okay, I will admit this is a weird one and this is purely from my own personal experience. But yes, penmanship has been a good skill to learn for my animation journey. I've been writing in cursive since 2nd grade and I don't think I would have a good sense of line depth/control if it wasn't for that strict learning way way back in Catholic school. If you think about, cursive is just writing words with only long singular strokes. You need to understand the flow of the line in order to apply the appropriate amount of pressure to depict certain shapes of letters. At some point during my art journey, I realized that this can be applied to drawing especially with forms (organic and inorganic). It became easier for me to develop shorthands, learn perspective and foreshortening because I was so comfortable with line through penmanship classes. In turn, it also made it easier for me to animate with very decisive line-making with confidence. So if you can, I would say practice writing in cursive to gain more control/confidence of line weight/depth. A practice I always do is writing the English alphabet with only one stroke. It's just a way to re-enforce my control over the line through pressure, the way I hold the pen, the speed I write, etc and continue to apply that into my drawing skills. But yeah, this one isn't like a hard absolute just something I've learned in my experience that has helped me in my animation journey.

I hope that list of things were helpful!

#anon #industry Qs #send me anons #send me asks #animation industry #art #animation

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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Metal (Part 5 of 17 of Fire)

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The next day at school is a blur until lunchtime when you hang back across the way from the library with your Walkman on.

You must have walked up to the door and back several times. It's not until you realise the Librarian is staring at your weird behaviour that you actually bite the bullet, turn off your Walkman and go in.

As you walk in, she eyes you. You offer a small awkward wave and head over to your regular seat, only to be hit by a piece of crumpled paper.

You pick up the paper and look around to see Eddie's grinning face in a gap in the bookshelf. He beckons you over to his table. You oblige and walk around.

Eddie's table is strewn with notes, drawings and some basic geometric map-type things. On your approach, he quickly pushes them to the side, pushing the chair opposite him out with his foot. His eyes and smile are wide and welcoming.

"I knew you'd turn up eventually." He whispers, locking your gaze to his.

"Well yeah, I have a few questions," you say in hushed library-level tones.

"For lil' ol' me?" He smirks at you.

"No, for everyone else at this table," you say sarcastically, looking at the empty seats.

"Ok, well, you can ask me questions as long as I can ask you some back." He says, looking down at the pencil he is twiddling on the table, then raising his soft brown eyes to yours, "A fair deal, right?"

"Right." You muster, looking at some marks on the table that have suddenly become very interesting.

"Ladies first." He looks over at the Librarian, looks back at you, puts his finger to his lips, and pushes you a pencil and a notepad.

You look at him, confused. He taps the paper a few times and smiles, blinking at you.

You take the pencil and tap it on your temple a few times. He reclines in his chair opposite you. His legs extend, brushing slightly on either side of your own.

You write on the paper, 'Why did you tell George to buy me that particular gift?' and push the pencil and paper back to him.

"Straight to the point, huh?" He says and is immediately shushed by the Librarian. He purses his lips for a second, annoyed at being silenced and then dives at the notepad with the pencil. His long hair spilt all over the table, his face close to the paper. He raises an eyebrow at you and pushes the notepad and pencil back.

It says, 'Because the stuff you had was dry as hell, and it got me in the right place at the right time.'

You furrow your brow. How could Eddie know that, and what did he mean, right place and right time for what?

You read further down, 'What was the last song you listened to?'

Grabbing the pencil, you write, 'What do you mean right place, right time? For what? How did you know I had any, dry or otherwise? Airlane - Gary Numan'

You push the pad back over.

He scrawls intensely on the pad again, and after some time, it gets spun around back to you.

'That's 3 questions!! To meet you, but you turned up sooner, and it worked out better than I anticipated.'

Then there is a drawing of a weird rodent.

'Favourite dessert? Why defend me? Do you have a hairpin?'

You clap your hand over your mouth and quickly write 'Bruce???' and pick it up, showing it to him.

He lowers the pad back to the table, his ringed fingers overlapping your own, and points at his unanswered questions. You look at him in annoyance.

'Cherry Pie. You didn't do anything wrong, really. Apart from purposefully exposing my thoughts to the person, I was thinking them about. About a million.'

You push back the pad as quickly as you can.

He smiles and, with his hands, pushes his hair back into a ponytail-type shape, incorporating some of his bangs, smiling closed-mouthed in a very self-assured way.

You clasp your hand over your mouth and feel like the most idiotic person on the planet.

Still smiling, he does a little shrug at you.

You face plant onto the table in annoyance with yourself.

It didn't all make sense, but at least this answered why Bruce had been so familiar.

You feel the pad push into your cheek.

'Just desserts tonight?'

You raise your head a little and see he's looking at you, his chin gently resting on his fist, his eyes eagerly waiting.

You feel a little uncomfortable in your seat. Eddie's gaze is soft but unflinching. You quickly look down at the paper again to avoid it.

'Why? Your uncle doesn't like me. I'm trouble.'

Eddie is already reading the pad upside down. Then, grabbing another pencil, he taps his question, underlines it and adds more question marks.

You do the same under the why

He bites his knuckle and searches your eyes for something.

He takes a deep breath, straightens his posture, rolls his shoulders back, looks down at the pad and picks up his pencil.

He taps it a few times on his bottom lip and glances between you and the paper, shifting a little in his seat. Looking for reassurance, maybe? You move your leg next to his own and try to make it look like it could have been an accident. His eyes shoot a look at you as he dives his face and pencil back down at the notepad. His curls sprawl out on either side of his head across the table.

He quickly pushes the pad to you, slams down his pencil, folds his arms, turns his head away and looks at you intermittently from the corner of his eye. The leg you just grazed with your own is bouncing.

It just says, 'I like trouble.'

A small smile creeps across your face like it knows something you don't. So you write 'What time? Where?"

"For trouble? Or dessert?" He asks, grinning from ear to ear.

"SHHHH!" From the Librarian once again.

Eddie shuts his eyes, clenches his fist and purses his lips for a second. Trying not to full-scale launch at being shushed because it's breaking his stride.

He opens his eyes, and his face relaxes into a smile. He twists the pad back to himself, this time writing much more carefully and slowly, and gently pushes the pad back to you.

It says '8pm, School Parking Lot, bring a torch and coat.'

You look confused at the paper, maybe even a little worried.

You feel his knees squeeze your own together gently.

You twiddle the pencil around your fingers.

Sure he was intense, but it didn't feel scary. It was almost childlike. You think back to last night, now that was a little scary, but what had scared you? What Eddie might do, or what might hurt him?

He'd met you at that wedding as someone he wasn't and lied about his name. You glance up quickly and look him over, your brow knitted with concern. His eyes were dewy, and his expression soft with anticipation. You quickly look back down at the paper.

He seemed sweet and certainly very different, and that intrigued you. He was like a book with a secret compartment. You thought you'd had him figured out, but things were quickly revealed. You hadn't expected him to act like this, not with the bravado he usually carried around the school. The mystery of this person was just way too tempting. Part of you had to know more.

More than that, he asked questions about you. Finally, someone was interested in what you thought and did. That hadn't happened for quite a while, and dare you say it? It felt nice.

Don't judge a book by its cover, though, right? The first few chapters had been confusing, but enough to make you want to keep reading.

You look up at him once more. This time his head is bowed slightly whilst he pokes at some table scratches. His posture looks a little defeated.

He feels your eyes on him, raises his head a little and gives you a 'don't worry about it look' with a small smile. Then, he runs his fingers to the other end of the pad to take it from you gently.

You slam your hand on the pad, and he looks at you in surprise as you force the pad back to yourself.

"This is your last warning!!" The Librarian snarls.

You write 'Ok' and release the pad.

He looks over the pad and then up at you, his smile widening. He puts a couple of silent little jabs into the air in excitement. Then he quickly scoops all his documents and books up from the table, careful not to damage anything in the process.

You silently laugh and smile to yourself, but as you look up, he's leaving.

"Don't miss me too hard." He says, smirking and ruffling your hair, and heads out.

"Mr Munson!!" The librarian booms.

"I was just leaving, my archivist angel", he bows at the Librarian, who purses her lips, looking over her glasses at him, waving her hand to usher him out.

You shake your head, put on your headphones and listen to your Walkman quietly.

The whole thing goes in slow motion as Gary Numan's Metal kicks in. You watch Eddie walk out of the library, smile back at you through the window, his curls swaying as he does so and struts down the hallway, occasionally engaging in his normal Eddie Munson-type behaviours with anyone who dares look at him for longer than a second.

You swallow hard, realising the trouble you thought you might get in is minuscule compared to the crisis you could genuinely feel brewing.

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composite column supremacy and mosaic supremacy and Ancient Greek theater design (like hell yes let’s use a hillside for natural sightlines! Ofc we’ll avoid southern exposure and obstructions! Yk, it IS important to have enough exits!) and VOUSSOIRS with my babygirl the KEYSTONE (FUCK YEAH LET’S DISTRIBUTE THE DOWNWARD FORCES!! Jam those voussoirs next to that keystone!) Domes?!? WITH AN OCULUS AND CONCENTRIC HORIZONTAL RINGS?!? (The PANTHEON my beloved) I love you pendentives I love you squinches i love you muquarnas I love you Haiga Sophia base windows I would die for you ORNAMENTAL VAULTING of the Jamey Mosque i love you mamluk minarets and malqaf I love you beautiful DUOGONG and ritual CODING in Chinese architecture I love you flat arch of Anji Bridge I adore you Islamic arabesques and geometric patterning and pointed arch and ribbed vaults and spires and rose window (MAJOR INFLUENCE OF GOTHIC ARCHITECTURE) I love you crenellations and blind windows and colonnades and roundels I ADORE you carved stucco and wood, engraved metalwork, polychromatic tiling! I WOULD DIE FOR YOU Ardhamandpada and Mandapa and Shikhara and Amalaka and Kalaśa and Garbhagriha!! I applaud you stone glacis and arrow loops and machicolations! Goodbye blind spots!! Slay the century fortified gateways!! You go hilltop fortress cities! I love you evolution of bastions to star shaped forts! Flying buttresses can ignore the jokes bc they know how important they are!! I LOVE YOU stained glass windows! I love you soaring naves! I love you huge windows/walls of light!! I love you trifora! I love you piers! I love you corbels! I love you stone tracery! I love you crockets! I love you timber frame buildings! I lOVE you pagodas! I love you NUMEROLOGY and symbolic significance of shapes in Chinese architecture! I love you hammer frame roof! I love you rock-cut architecture! I love you thermal advantages of mud-brick buildings(REGULATE those extremes!)! I love you Yemeni construction techniques with palm trunks and protective limestone and water-repelling crushed gypsum!! I LOVE YOU banco smooth finish! I love you religious and civic PRIDE in architecture!! I love you Qinian Dian with your concentric circles and columns symbolizing months seasons and hours!! I love you fan vaulting! I love you perpendicular style! I love you Incan mortarless stonework! I love you terraces and chinampas! I love you coffered ceilings!

I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO RENAISSANCE ARCHITECTURE BUT I LOVE YOU TOO

I LOVE YOU EVERYONE WHO TOOK THE TIME TO READ THIS

IF YOU ADD PICTURES JUST KNOW I AM SPIRITUALLY KISSING YOU ON THE LIPS

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flannelepicurean · 7 months

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Okay, had another one o' them weird "mandatory daytime nap" dreams.

Extremely wounded Sephiroth waking up Somewhere Else, patched up battlefield style and feeling Very Not Good. Spots a blurry figure nearby, dark blue clothing, something kinda... metallic??? ... geometric??? in the torso area. Pointy black hair, not quite the right shape.

Slurs, "... Zack?"

Vegeta looks over and grumps, "No." In a way that also implies, "Idiot."

And Sephiroth gets it together juuust enough to woozily demand, "Who are you, then?"

And Vegeta glares, "The guy who just saved your ass. Now shut up and sit still, or you'll undo all that." And then rolls his eyes and just goes, "Yeah, save it for when you can stand up, Silverback."

And poor Sephiroth descends back into unconsciousness, fighting tooth and nail against the darkness, because THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH, and he is gonna stomp that little gremlin's postage-stamp-size ass the goddamn second he wakes up...

And I don't have time to do it now, but I am absolutely LIVING for an odd-couple double-tsundere of SOME KIND between two extremely powerful ex-child-soldiers, both of whom are (in this pairing, anyway) OVERFLOWING WITH SASS, but just different flavors of it.

Fucking hell, they'd end up with matching tee shirts that say, "Me & The Total Bitch I Pulled By Being a Bad Bitch," and they would laugh and laugh and laugh like the meanest of mean girls. For no goddamn reason. And then flip their hairs and be like, "You wouldn't get it," even though LITERALLY EVERYONE GETS IT.

YOU'RE BOTH BITCHES.

Somebody save me from myself. 😂😂😂

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halfway there halfway there halfway there ha

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #renga #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #manifesting this for ep 9 #but also i started this before ep 8 came out so i manifested canon langa has a crush on reki #guys i just #i love langa hasegawa so much #i love him #paint tool sai #digital art #my art #also i still wont draw real backgrounds #but geometric shapes hell yeah #also trying something new with hair coloring so far i like it lets see how long it sticks around #omg i have so much commentary dont i #while i was drawing this i imagined reki not standing up straight #but then i started thinking about that scene in gsnk where nozaki starts drawing characters standing on boxes

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hs3 moodboard please

#i mean does this look like a pumpkin spice hackerwoman #planning a heist in october #it might yeah #...yeah #anyway so #theres still your fruit hes still soft roses shit its all black orange and green #its gay and glittery its glamrock bro it is hes burning the george michaels he doing it but tis also soft satin bro #also cryptic ass mfer wont stop the cryptic so theres the fucking matrix there were falling down the rabbit hole bitch #hophop bunny hop down the mess and yeah just bthe black green orange geometric shapes of bropal hell #yeap #something like that #also the moodboard is just really dark just because i like myself a dark mood not necessarily because i wantneedexpect hs3 to be dark #like.. this is just... one of the sides .. i guess

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captainamsel · 2 years

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Rating fantasy maps

As you may know, I love books and I love maps and I love books that have maps. But not all maps are created equal, and it is time that I stop admiring books simply for having a map and start holding them to some sort of standard. All maps are from queer adult fantasy books.

Therefore, I will judge them by the following criteria:

1 point for Is it legible? Simple. Do I understand what the map is showing

2 points for Is it pretty? It's not just informative, it's also a piece of art

3 points for Is it realistic? I know what you're thinking: this is fantasy. But if apples fall down from trees in your story, rivers should not flow up mountains. Unless this special river has an in-universe reason for going up a mountain, that's cool. It's about internal consistency.

4 points for Is it useful? How helpful is the map while reading the book? Does it enhance the experience?

We now have a total of 10 possible points. Mild spoilers may be ahead.

Let’s start with the most well known one.

The Priory of the Orange Tree

Is it legible? Very much so. Sovereign states are clearly marked, cities and capitals have different symbols, etc etc. 1/1 points.

2 points for Is it pretty? Hell yeah. There are many details in the landscape so nothing looks empty, and it even has coats of arms! 2/2 pretty points.

3 points for Is it realistic? The good first: the coastlines are diverse and broken up in interesting ways. No mountain is standing alone, and the most important ones are part of ranges. However, the rivers are a definite downside. Why are they so smooth? And why are they splitting? And why is the main continent divided so geometrically, countries don’t work like that. Then again, at least the book addresses why the maps end where they end. 1.5/3 points.

4 points for Is it useful? What I really appreciate about this map is how it contains every major city and place, but also just about every location ever mentioned. So you can always check. The characters travel around a bit, and it’s useful to reference the map for that, although the geography isn’t so complex that you’d be lost otherwise. 3/4 points.

I’ll give it a bonus point for having two maps for the price of one, which brings us to a final score of 8.5/10 points! Not bad!

This is getting long, more under the cut

The Worldbreaker Saga

I’ll only consider the map from the second and third book since it’s an extended version of the first.

Is it legible? pretty much. The black and white versions in the books too. 1/1

Is it pretty? I’d say so! terrain is included so that’s good, the mountains have a nice ink-drawn feel to them. Not a fan of the square continent, but that is better judged in the next section. 2/2

Is it realistic? This map and the western Priory map are remarkably similar, my least favourite part of which is that the countries on the main continent are basically divided by a cross shape. cmon. that’s neither realistic nor imaginative. on top of that this one is just. a square. mountains and rivers are fine tho 1/3 points

Is it useful? while the scope of the story really makes a map necessary, some odd decisions were made. Why, for instance, include all of southern Tordin and Aaldia where I don’t think we spend any time at all, but only the southern tip of Saiduan, where several main characters travel around and an invasoin takes place? The choice to include vegetation in some of the valley Dhai’s land but not other parts is also confusing and not supported in the story. A sad 1/4 points.

I’ll be nice and add 0.5 points for the colour version of the map that is easy to find on the author’s website, which brings us to a mediocre 5.5/10.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant

Unlike the Worldbreaker Saga, Masquerade series maps really have to be judged individually.

Is it legible? very much so 1/1

Is it pretty? well. no. this map’s simplicity is an asset in some areas and a hindrance in others and prettiness is evidently not its primary concern. 0/2

Is it realistic? hard to judge since it clearly intends to be simplified. The duchy borders are rough, but I do appreciate that they have different sizes and shapes. There are a scant few physical features so again, what can I say? It does lose points for being so rectangular and having a lonely mountain. 1.5/3

Is it useful? This is where Traitor’s map excels. With all the names and alliances we have to consider while reading Traitor, I checked the map all the time to understand who is who and how they relate. It also contains all places that are relevant to the story and not much else so we can really focus on them. The additional notes give us context for the duchies and dukes as well as insight into Baru’s mind. This map exists in-universe and even plays a role in the story. 4.5/4 for going above and beyond in this regard.

That brings us to a total of a respectable 7/10 for this map.

Will the final contender beat the high score set by Priory?

The Monster Baru Cormorant

Disclaimer, I am only halfway through monster so forgive me if there’s anything I missed (I couldn’t find a nice digital version of this one)

Is it legible? borders could be clearer but it’s fine. 1/1

Is it pretty? what an upgrade! look at those ships, that kraken, the sea monster! the little banner! 2/2

Is it realistic? the shapes and distribution of islands and landmasses feels more organic than with any map before.There are very few other physical features and none that break my suspense of disbelief. The effects of the circular trade winds are often explored within the story. 3/3 points

Is it useful? it might not be as integral to the story as Traitor’s map, but it makes up for it in multiple ways. We can directly see the journey the action takes, right there on the map. In Monster, Baru’s view of the world expands and we get more POVs from characters far away, so it’s only natural that the reader’s view and the map expand with it. As it says on the banner, this map once again exists in-universe and belongs to Baru, who has annotated it. Again we get more context for the places as well as insights into Baru’s mind. As if all of that wasn’t enough, “hers my home” alone pushes this to a 4/4 because now a goddamn map feels bittersweet

Which means we have a 10/10! Damn! It didn’t get any bonus points but it didn’t need to to be a pretty damn awesome and well-rounded map.

Feel free to add and rate any maps from books you have read! I’d love to see more maps!

#the priory of the orange tree #the worldbreaker saga #the traitor baru cormorant #the monster baru cormorant #baru cormorant #fantasy maps #tpotot #worldbreaker saga

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chemist-ana · 3 years

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Book: Queen B

Title: My Feral Mind

Characters: Bea Hughes, Zoey Wade, Poppy Min-Sinclair… maybe more...

Rating: M, adult language, implied violence,

Word Count: 2,000 this was tough

Song Inspo: Freak Show by Sub Urban

A/N: This is my first journey into writing a scary story so hello Creepy Campfire Tales 2021. This story takes place sometime during book 1 of Queen B. Thank you to @txemrn for prereading!

“Zo, can't I just sit here and stuff my face with these Amedi Toscano Black Truffles and drown in a bottle of Dom? I hate Halloween.”

Her eyes roll so hard I think she might have pulled a muscle. “You know as well as I do that holy chocolate and delicious champagne will be here tomorrow. This party is grade A, not-to-be-missed. Everyone will be there. Literally… everyone.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively.

“Blah blah blah, the Zetas throw the best parties and we’re going to get trashed,” I say sarcastically in a weak attempt to show my displeasure.

“That’s not all babe.”

I raise one perfectly shaped brow at her. Her face lights up like the runway at an Armani show as she jumps up on my bed. “Every year during the Zeta Halloween Bash shit gets really weird around campus. Like spooky weird.”

I purse my lips skeptically. “What are we in high school now? Weird how?”

“Remember when I mentioned Persephone Dalton to you?” Her expression changed, as a shadow suddenly settled on her face. She starts fidgeting with a loose thread on her jeans.

“Uh… yeah… you were super dodgy.” I lean back, suddenly uncomfortable.

“Well this is the night she went missing… the cops still don’t know what happened.” She gets a faraway look in her eyes as she stares at the darkness outside. “Something really big always happens at this party, and if you aren’t there, it’s basically social suicide.”

“What do you mean… went missing?”

“Like poof.” She looks back at me and explodes her hands dramatically. “Just gone…”

“You aren’t making a very convincing argument here Zo.” I cross my arms.

Like a switch flipping, she’s smiling again. “Perse was nuts… like certifiable, so she probably ran away and is drinking Mai-tais on the beach in Mexico. C'mon Bea. We have to go. Please?”

She gives me her best puppy dog eyes. I’m weak.

“Fine, but I reserve the right to leave whenever I want.”

“Yeees!” She claps her hands with excitement. “You won’t regret this.”

We walk the trail through campus. The pounding music flooding the grounds around Zeta House indicates the celebrations are already well underway by the time we reach the steps. There’s no need to knock on the door… it’s already open to the cold night air like some toothless monster leading to the pits of hell.

Every single student at Belvoire looks like they are here, dressed in all kinds of weird and slutty costumes. Zoey grabs my hand and pulls me straight to the kitchen, the counter is overcrowded with bottles of liquor and bowls full of food. Not the chips and salsa kind of food you’d expect at most college parties. No, there are Halloween theme crab cakes and vol-au-vents, deviled eggs, and fancy-looking pastries. A cold martini glass with what looks like floating eyeballs magically appears in my hand.

“You're gonna need that,” Zoey says loudly over the roar of the party. We pin ourselves to the wall and watch as the madness surrounds us, Belvoire students all jostling and shoving at one another. I can’t figure out where they’re going until I see Poppy standing halfway up the stairs. She’s dressed in a black leather bodysuit, holding a gold geometric-looking wolf mask in her hands. Behind her is Veronica and Chloe, dressed similarly with matching masks except in silver.

“Welcome to our freak show, Belvoire. The moment you’ve all been waiting for has arrived!” Veronica calls out with uncharacteristic fervor. ”May we present to you, the Master Of The Hunt!” A deafening cheer breaks out as everyone in the foyer loses their minds.

Poppy claps her hands once and everyone magically shuts up. “As Queen and Master Of The Hunt, I call the shots tonight. And as always, we have a Zeta House game that will either elevate your social standing for the rest of the academic year or leave you all in the gutter. In the forest surrounding Belvoire, there are a series of gold flags like this one.” She pulls a length of gold material from between her perky tits, holding it up in the air. “There are a hundred of them hidden within a two-mile radius. Collect as many of them as you can and bring them back here. The person who manages to bring back the most flags wins a coveted position in either the Zeta House or the Alpha House.” She gestures to Liam who is watching her like a desperate puppy. “You have until three a.m.,” Poppy shouts as murmurs flood through the crowd. “Until then, happy hunting. And be warned. There will be wolves out, hunting down their prey.”

I watch her eyes flash with a murderous gleam as she somehow picks me out of the crowd and pulls her creepy wolf mask over her face.

Nope.

“I’m out.”

“Oh stop it, Bea, what’s up with you tonight anyway?”

I flash her a quick glare. She doesn’t need to know that Ian hasn’t replied to any of my texts or even cast me a sideways glance all week. Prick.

“Look Zo, I’m not interested in playing some ridiculous game that Poppy concocted.” I lift the drink to my lips, draining the martini before setting the empty glass down.

“How good would it feel to win and see Poppy’s face when she has to invite you into Zeta?”

I see vindication in her eyes. She has a valid argument.

“Ugh, fine.”

The night air is cool and crisp. The trees rustle, whispering amongst themselves as we skirt along the edge of the forest. I can hear yelling in all directions around us as other people attempt to find flags. My imagination is running wild… mostly lingering on Persephone Dalton.

“Is this what happened the night Persephone disappeared? She was trying to join in whatever dumb game the Zetas were playing?” My voice breaks the silence.

Zoey nods, “Yes.”

“Something tells me you know more than you are letting on…” I look over, she remains silent, chewing abusively on her bottom lip. We continue walking and eventually come across a small clearing in the trees and I wheel on her. “What are you not telling me?”

She lifts her eyes.

“Don’t you dare tell me it’s nothing.”

She huffs out a sigh. “Look. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you everything, okay. I love you, Bea. I care about you, and everything that happened with Perse was such a mess. I didn’t want your experience of Belvoire to be as fucked up as ours, okay?”

“Uh, news flash Zoey, it’s a fucking madhouse here and I’m in the middle of it.”

Her forehead creases in worry. “The last All-Hallows party was weird. I knew something was up the moment I walked through the door. Everyone was more reserved than usual. I asked Veronica what was going on, and—”

A loud crack interrupted her. Both of us lock up and another sound comes a second later followed by another… and another. A figure emerges from the trees, dressed in a black leather bodysuit and a gold geometric wolf mask.

“Go on, Zoey,” A female voice sang from beneath the mask. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt storytime.”

“Poppy leave us alone. I don’t want to play your stupid game. I just want to go home.”

I step to the right and she mirrors my movement, tilting her masked head to the side.

“Bea?” Zoey says.

“Poppy, get the fuck out of the way.” I try to move to the left this time and she’s right there in front of me again.

“Bea… I don’t think that’s Poppy.” Zoey grabs my hand and yanks me back next to her.

I frown.

“Who…?”

“We kept your secret, okay,” Zoey hisses. “We kept our mouths shut. You swore you wouldn’t do this again.”

The woman in the mask slowly shakes her head. “I hate breaking promises, Zoey. I thought I’d be over it by now, but…” She reaches up, tugging on the mask, slowly drawing it off. “I just can’t stop loving him. It’s an obsession, I know. I thought I could handle him caring about someone new but it’s impossible. I hate her just as much as I hated the last one.”

Lexi Montgomery?

What. The. Fuck.

The spiteful twist on her features makes a shiver run down my spine. “Who?” I manage to ask.

Her top lip curls in disgust. “Ian Kingsley, ooh, did he not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That he and I were together for a time. A short time, sure. He and I, we’re kindred souls. We’re supposed to fucking be together. But you know him. He’s stubborn. Sometimes he won’t admit something unless it’s on his schedule. And so last year, when Ms. Dalton tried to sink her pretty pink claws into him, I had to do something about her too.”

“I’m sorry but a creature as sick as you should be put down.”

“Don’t, Bea.”

Lexi shakes her head violently, pressing the heel of her hand into her forehead, which is when I see the massive knife she is clutching in her hand. All of the air escapes my lungs. She lunges forward, suddenly pointing the knife directly at my throat. Zoey jumps and screams but I don’t flinch. I know better.

“I never thought a guy like Ian would go for a girl like me. But the way he looks at me sometimes…” I sigh dreamily, wondering if I am pushing too far. “We’re gonna be together when I graduate. It’s gonna be amazing. We’ll—”

“Keep your slut mouth closed, Bea. Unless you wanna end up bleeding out in the dirt right here.” Her eyes flashed something crazy.

This bitch is for real.

“He will never care about you. He needs more than some farm girl to make him happy.”

“That’s where you are wrong, Lex.”

I almost collapse when I hear his voice, deep and unwavering. Ian emerges from the tree line next to me and his eyes widen when he sees me, his eyes full of terror.

“Well, well, well look who it is! We were just talking about you. We seem to have a reoccurring problem, when are you going to realize it’s you and me forever?” Lexi’s attempt at a purr almost makes me vomit.

“What happened to Persephone, Lex?” Ian holds up his hands defensively as he approaches her slowly.

“Isn’t it obvious my love? She was in the way, so I took care of her.”

“I guess she isn’t in Mexico after all…” Zoey whispers.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” A look of disgust creeps onto Ian’s face.

Her bottom lip starts to wobble, the way a child’s mouth does when they’ve just hurt themselves and they don’t know if they should cry or not. “You don’t need to talk to me like that. I’m just trying to do what’s best for us. How are we supposed to be together when you keep getting distracted by these whores?”

“You are not in your right mind, you need help,” Ian whispers.

“You can help me right now, you can take care of Zoey and I will take care of Bea.” She sounds so desperate, it’s actually sad.

Ian takes another step closer to Lexi, her eyes softening as his face glows in the moonlight.

“Give me the knife.” He gestures with his hand.

I see an opportunity, she’s distracted, my eyes flash down to the ground and I see a rock. My eyes dart to Lexi and Ian as her attention is still fixed on him.

“Please, Lexi. Let’s talk about this.”

Now or never Bea.

I bend down, wrapping my shaking fingers around the rock, and before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m yelling like a madman, using all of my strength and momentum to deal Lexi a blow to the head. She crumbles to the dirt.

My knees weaken and give way as I fall to the forest floor, relief tearing through my body. Ian’s arms find me as he pulls me to his chest.

“Bea. Are you alright?”

“You and Persephone!?”

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