#he’s a spider trying to catch a specific fly

[the-crimson]

I was thinking about this while falling asleep last night so I want to try and untangle the web Bad has been spinning to better understand what he’s doing cuz in some aspects it seems completely random and disconnected

Bad’s plan rn is to disseminate a bunch of different - at times contradictory- information across the island and watch how it spreads. The goal of this is two fold; to discover who is trustworthy and to find the (probably unknowing) federation spy.

His plan began way back with the magma cube prank. At the time he said he wanted to pin the prank on the fed to turn everyone against them but… the way he went about it didn’t make sense? Giving a cube to everyone at once pretty much confirmed it was a prank - fit recognized that immediately - as well as writing the books in French and Portuguese. Not to mention Tina would clock him immediately since he pulled this prank on her before. So what was the point?

So Bad could watch/listen to the islanders as they tried to figure out who it was. Many of them immediately clocked bbh for a number of different reasons and he confessed to several different people (mainly the French) that it was indeed him. He could watch the web of information spread to discover who talked to who and who could keep secrets.

Over the last few weeks Bad’s been much more subtle with this. He’s told conflicting information about various things to a bunch of people - telling some people he is the one responsible for the mines at spawn and others that he isn’t - and the web has just gotten more and more complex.

Then on top of all of this, he’s testing people with very specific and unique obstacles.

Bagi’s test was the first one I noticed several days ago and is what got me paying closure attention. Bad pretty much explained it yesterday but I’ll recap. He knew Bagi was worried about him so he told her he was seeing a ghost (which was true) and asked her to keep it a secret. She did not - as Bad predicted - and you can tell in the conversation that Bad knew she didn’t and was giving her the opportunity to come clean - which she did. He praised her and thanked her out of no where for keeping this secret (I thought this was weird at the time, the way he was talking, and this is why) and she told him that she didn’t. This proved to Bad that Bagi was more interested in being honest then trusted which meant that she passed the test.

The next obvious one is Baghera. Bad is testing Baghera’s resolve and trust. He showed her Ron knowing full well that Baghera could have turned on him and tried to interfere but he trusted that her sense of justice and care for him would balance out and that she’d find a solution where they both would be happy. He knows he is hurting her but it’s necessary in his eyes.

Then is Forever. This one is a bit more tricky. I don’t think Bad has really started testing Forever before the gun theft. This felt like an improvised test to see how far Bad could gaslight and push Forever before Forever gave up on their relationship. The gun was returned before we reached that point but there was another immediate point of contention that - again - was out of Bad’s control. Tubbo. Forever correctly believing Tubbo that bbh kidnapped the worker was the pay off for Bad’s previous abuse. Forever doesn’t believe a thing that comes out of Bad’s mouth anymore. The nail in the coffin for this test is Forever thinking that Bad is ill and needs to be saved, which means Bad is probably never going to bring Forever into his plans like he did Baghera. Forever wants to save him but Bad doesn’t want to be saved. He walked into this hell with eyes wide open and it’s far too late to turn back.

Aypierre’s test began yesterday. Not only did Bad “confess” to having a fed worker in his custody, he also tasked Aypierre with spying on Tubbo. Bad trusts the French as a whole more than anyone on the island (I’ll come back to foolish in a minute) and he knows that Aypierre, Antoine, and Etoiles would either be ambivalent or positive about the man in Bad’s basement. Bad would never straight up confess to this crime “I would never touch the federation” but he’s willing to confirm their suspicions. He also told Aypierre to be wary because someone is protecting Forever and… I’m pretty sure this is a lie. A lie to test what Aypierre does. Who does he tell. If the feds find out and start snooping. I think Aypierre’s test is to prove without a doubt if he can be trusted/who he trusts and that he isn’t a fed plant/hasn’t been bugged.

Lastly, and most interestingly, we have Foolish. Foolish is the only one Bad has told everything to. Sure, it’s through three layers of obscurity and metaphor but these two only know how to communicate through mind games. Bad knows how intelligent Foolish is and he knows what Foolish wants. Yes Foolish is a snitch but he has no loyalties to the fed, only to his family and himself. Foolish would be the obvious spy but Bad knows Foolish is just chasing the rush of excitement and entertainment and that watching Bad stop holding back is prime time entertainment. He knows Foolish will eventually turn him over to the feds but that’s what Bad wants. Foolish will be up front about it and will want a front row seat so if Bad gets arrested without the fan fair, then it proves that someone else is the puppet (if bad gets arrested at all)

Lastly lastly, I think Bad has caught onto the fact that the federation doesn’t want to touch him. First giving him a slap on the wrist for griefing the presidential office then warning workers to stay away from him instead of removing him as a threat. Bad wants to push them. Ever since Tubbo spilled the beans about the worker going missing, Bad has been acting so much more suspicious and threatening than before. He’s intentionally making himself look more guilty without out right stating that he is guilty. The federation has to know it’s him right? They have all the pieces they had to have been able to put it together so why? Why haven’t they acted?

Well, Foolish promised Bad he’d be getting arrested soon and Bad keeps making himself look more sus to Tubbo who has a friend in the fed - who resembles the exact person Bad wants to nab - so Bad is also probably keeping an eye on Tubbo if he snitches (which he did lol). If the federation continues to do nothing that’ll give Bad massive leverage over them while also giving him another mystery to solve.

Bad said his plan is almost complete, he just needs a few more pieces to fall into place before he can find the puppet and follow its strings back to its master. I have no idea what’s going to happen or what pieces need to fall into place but i am so curious to see what he does next. Is capturing Fred still part of his plans? Is he still banking on getting put in jail? How is he going to narrow down who is the puppet when he hasn’t tested more than half of the server? Hopefully we’ll get some answers today.

#qsmp #crimson speaks #badboyhalo #I am eppy #because I was think about this all night #XD #there’s probably things I missed #but that’s fine #I’m excited for today #this web he’s spinning is so fascinating #he’s a spider trying to catch a specific fly #but he doesn’t know which fly is the correct one #and he isn’t afraid of trapping/hurting innocent flies in the process #he’s so messed up #and I want him to keep getting worse #lmao

[mournings-stars]

Hello hello! I’d like to request some platonic into romantic headcannons on an Alastor x fallen ex-exorcist/exterminator reader please :>

Small background: Reader fell for whatever reason and maybe a few days to a week (or even months-) afterward they end up striking a deal with Alastor, where they’ll be under his protection (because as skilled as they are it wouldn’t matter much with the entirety of hell on their ass) but he gets a pretty good portion of their power in return or maybe something else that you think Alastor would take.

Gender neutral reader pls

I’ve only read one fic or two with this concept and I am on my hands and knees for more lol

If you prefer a different writing format or feel this is too specific or OC-ish please please please feel free to change anything! I’m not very picky ^^

Thank you for your time and have a good day/night!

okay i LOVE this concept — i think it be the slowest fucking burn in the world tho like

you were never one of adam’s favorites, as you had the tendency to spare demons who seem harmless, but covered it nearly everytime

during this last extermination, however, he was trying to catch you fucking up the plan, so the minute you skipped over someone, he had lute launch her weapon at you

i doubt he’d let her kill you or anything, but he definitely just left you there for the demons to finish off, probably pinned to the ground with lute’s spear in your wing or something before he called all the other exorcists back (and he made sure to leave your halo so even if you did change clothes people knew what you were)

luckily (not really) you’d be in cannibal town, so before anyone could get to you, alastor’s probably just walking around like nothings happening (LMAO) and sees you

i doubt he’d make it known he saw you, like he’d definitely keep humming merrily down the street until he saw you struggling to get away from him as quickly as possible and tearing your wing even more

“my, my, let’s calm down, shall we?” he’d laugh and take the spear out of your wing. “isn’t that better, little bird?” but he’d say that while literally pointing the spear at you so don’t feel too safe

you’d definitely get defensive and shoot into the air with your weapon, ready to kill, and i think after seeing you still attempting to fly with that damaged of a wing (like its fucked up), he’d be impressed enough to drop the spear he had with a very big grin

“you’d better hide, little bird”

and you’d take his warning to fly off, quickly snatching lute’s weapon with yours in case you needed to defend yourself

he would literally just smile and watch you leave before continuing to hum and walk down the street

it’d probably be like a solid three days of hiding and having to fight for your life before the damage to your wing really messed with you and you had to force yourself to find a good hiding place

maybe you see charlie on the news and notice that no one seems to want to go to her hotel, so you force yourself to fly all the way there like a week after her horrible interview (ep 1) and practically collapse at the front door

of course you recognize vaggie and of course you practically run over and hug her despite the spear pointed at you… and of course that means vaggie either may or may not have to confess depending on if you pick up that no one knows or not (off the concept but im sparing chaggie heartbreak)

“who the fuck is this?” would be the first thing you hear from a spider demon and you’d have to explain what you were and hope they didn’t kill you — which, duh, charlie wouldn’t that let happen

“hello again, little bird,” would make everyone shut up because… how does alastor know you??? of course, he doesn’t answer their questions, just says hello and moves on like it’s all normal

your first day would totally be catching up with vaggie, probably breaking down because you needed to get back to heaven and had no way there

i think exorcists probably have a little bit of angelic power, but they probably can’t create portals without that power being given to them or something which means you have no way home and no where to go

vaggie and charlie of course tell you to stay, but once anyone shows up they’ll know you’re here and all of hell would be coming to the hotel to try and get to you — and you didn’t want to ruin what they had going (even if it was small you thought it was a great idea) so they probably give you a change of clothes, something more hellish, and tell you to stay until you have somewhere else to go

that would probably give alastor the perfect opportunity to talk to you privately and offer his protection

you wouldn’t take his offer at first, but once pentious shows up and the overlords somehow find out that charlie is hiding an angel in her hotel (vox and his stupid drones) you dont really have a choice

i dont think he’d ask for any power in return, but i do think you’d owe him a favor each time he has to protect you

vox would probably give subtle hints in all the programs he runs, so alastor would have to protect you very often

that meant if he ordered you to get rid of someone, you did it — whether that meant by the snap of your fingers with holy light (which they could potentially survive or respawn from) or killing them with your exorcist weapon was totally up to him sometimes, he just asked that you create a bouquet of flowers for his room

usually the people he had you “take care of” were repulsive enough, and you never minded creating things with your abilities, so you agreed to what he asked with ease

it’d be a little time before who he instructed you to “take care of” slowly shifted to anyone who wronged you

of course, he’d still protect you, but if he didn’t own their soul and he didnt have an angelic weapon, he couldn’t ensure that they wouldn’t come back, so he asked you, “do you think they’ll come back for you, little bird?” if you were unsure, or knew it was likely they’d come back for the person that ended up being the reason they had to go through the painful process of respawning, he’d tell you to just kill them

it’d probably come to a point where he stopped asking for favors, made sure you were alright, and told you to focus on what you needed to do while he “did his job”

i think eventually you’d find a place you think could be safe and once your wing is totally healed up and alright you’d say your goodbyes even though you weren’t that close with anyone but vaggie (also i feel like niffty would be down to talk to u about her bug battles or some shit)

anyway, when you go to say bye to alastor, he definitely cashes in his favor with a simple “hmm, no” cus he sees no reason for you to leave??? like so what everyone else’s lives are in danger by you being here… you’re safer here

so you’d stay, and it’d definitely make charlie happy because if she can get an angel back to heaven that’d prove she could actually do this

you’d be pissed at alastor for a while, but slowly, it seemed like demons understood that by coming for you, they were fucking with the radio demon (and we all know how that goes) so after a few months you were finally left alone

in that time you’d totally help spruce up the hotel while slowly forgetting why you wanted to go back

but every once in a while you’d have a very prolonged sadness about the situation… heaven was your home after all, and even if you liked the hotel, you could never leave because the minute you stepped outside, there was a line for your head — you were trapped there (like a bird in a cage — hence the nickname)

i think even though everyone likes having you there, vaggie would eventually bring up lucifer (like he can literally open a portal…)

but immediately alastor is not fucking having it and he cashes in another one of his pent up favors, saying that getting back to heaven through a fallen angel was the dumbest thing you could do if you wanted it to look like you were the one wronged in this situation (he has a point i fear)

i think this is where you kind of accept that you’re not going home and maybe just give up because 1. you can’t go to the heaven embassy since you’d just be met with adam and 2. the only person that could get you contact wasn’t a good option

i think now would be when alastor recognizes how much you want to go home and finds himself feeling bad?? for keeping you, but he just wants you to get home safely and surely

still, once he sees that you literally wont leave your room and have contemplated taking your own halo he compromises to let you try going to the heaven embassy to see if you could get a meeting with anyone but adam

you said it wasn’t possible, but he insisted “i can’t have you looking so upset all the time, birdie” he’d say while using his hand to squish your cheeks into a smile just to make you laugh

so you’d go — i think you’d totally get there safely but once demons see an exorcist angel coming out of the heaven embassy, you have to fight the minute you step out of the building

you can 100% see holy light from the hotel, so the minute alastor sees a golden beam he’s out the door

you can handle your own, so you fought them off, but i’d imagine you get injured and that’s what really makes alastor realize he’s falling for you cus he’s seething

even just a minuscule amount of golden blood on you had him tearing apart any demon who even looked like they’d been near you

i hate to say it but i don’t think this would be a happy ending — reader loves heaven even though they hate being an exorcist and alastor knows that so he’d definitely keep his feelings hidden and if you showed any signs of feelings for him he’d be terrified because an angel falling, literally falling because thats what would happen to you, for someone like him would never get you back home

obviously it’d come to a point where he doesn’t want you to leave, but at the same time, he’d never keep you

if i did end up writing an actual fic of this it’d probably end on a bit of a cliffhanger ex. reader getting accepted back and being hesitant with alastor’s last favor just him saying, “if you want to stay for anyone, don’t,” and letting you decide whether or not to go back

OR reader being accepted back but still having to be an exorcist, so the next time they see alastor is the finale where adam would 100% put them against him

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin vaggie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel heaven #hazbin lute

[fabled-fiction]

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (Hobie Brown x Spider!Reader)

Summary: When Hobie hasn’t seen you in a while, he starts to come to the realization that he might be missing you for the wrong reasons. So when you come back, all those feelings reasons come bubbling up to the surface.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: MINOR SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS

A/N: This kinda took a mind of its own, but I LOVED writing every second of it. Hope you enjoy it!! ☺️

Request by @its-me-ig-101: I was wondering if I could request for you to write a fluff Hobie Brown x GN reader, where the reader visits Hobie in his universe, or reverse? (Kind of like what Gwen does)

It had been 127 days since he last saw you,

14 since you last spoke.

It wasn’t like he was counting or anything. Nah…no he was completely able to be his own person. I mean, he had a whole Earth to protect as Spiderman.

But if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t think four months apart would take such a toll on him.

You both were just always together. It didn’t cross his mind that there could be more than two to  three days of you being away…from him especially. Gwen always joked about how quickly you both became so close so quickly. How Hobie was usually a steel trap and you were the key.

And he couldn’t even visit you! You were away on Spider business! Miguel had you consistently going after anomalies. It didn’t help that you had an insanely good success rate. Hell! Hobie couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t catch one of the anomalies!

“I’m sure they’ll be back soon! This is the ultimate test before the big question! Will their relationship prevail over this unexpected test?!”

Pavitr placed his hand on his chest, spinning around before collapsing onto Hobie's bed, where he was currently lounging. His fingers fiddled with his watch, flicking through all the channels. Maybe if he clicked on the right one, he would end up on the Earth where you were. Miguel had stopped telling him what Earth you were visiting, knowing he would just tag along. But Hobie could come up with something on the fly, he didn’t give a damn at this point if Miguel was pissed at him for interrupting your mission.

He would like to see him try and keep you from him any longer at this point.

“Hello, Earth to Hobie. Hey!”

Catching the plush that Gwen had thrown at him, he huffed and sat up. Pav smiled when he caught a glimpse at Hobie’s watch, and the roulette wheel of universes were still going. 

“ Dude, they’re fine! (Y/N) is like…an invincible spider.”

“You know why he’s being more quiet than usual! He’s realizing he’s in looove. Our Hobie is head over he-” A well shot pillow from Hobie landed Pavitr on the floor.

“Am I not allowed to miss a friend? I remember ‘ow upset you were whenever you’d talk ‘bout Miles.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. He smirked when he saw how red Gwen’s face got.

“Ooooh we’re starting to enter the grumpy Hobie stage!” Pav shot up into a sitting position, this time dodging the second pillow that he had thrown.

Scoffing, he waved his hand at them as he pulled his phone out of his pant pocket. Unlocking it, he scrolled through his photo album and sighed.

They always teased him like this when he was down in the dumps. It had just been more recent as of late, seeing as you were rising in the ranks. Meaning you were gone more and more.

That also meant your friendship was tested more and more. He had noticed the change, he wasn’t completely blind to his emotions. He had noticed that as of late whenever you were gone he got a bit more snippy, and a bit more cynical-well more cynical than usual. Some had even told him that his color seemed more drained the longer and longer you were away.

This time had just been the longest. But it was also the most eye opening.

It's odd how you don’t notice how consistent someone is in your life until they’re gone.

He was mindlessly scrolling with a thousand yard stare off into the distance, when his phone suddenly anchored him back to reality.

Specifically your text tone.

Flicking to his messages, he felt his heart rate pick up.

(Y/N): heey! im finally back!! i missed you (cry emoji) (heart emoji)

Before his head could reminisce on the heart emoji and brew up any meaning behind it, he heard Pav gasp. Quickly looking up from his phone, he saw Pav squeal in excitement and Gwen chuckle as she shook her head.

“Look at him G! Do you see how much brighter he is? Ugh! Our boy has it bad.”

Sliding off his bed, he grabbed his bag and mask. Both Gwen and Pavitr could see that there was some pep in his step as he slung the bag over his shoulder. Fastening his web shooters on, he slid his mask into his pocket before entering your Earth into his watch.

“Oh oh! Where you heading Hobie? Thought we were having some serious bro time!”

Flicking them off, Hobie felt the portal open below him. Glancing through, he could see the flickering lights of your Earth.

“Piss off.”

Jumping through the portal, Hobie braced himself as he felt a quick rush before landing on your bed. The flickering and crackling of the portal remained only for a second before it snapped shut, dropping everything in the room along with its departure.

You stood in the opposite corner of the room, barely even unpacked. Your bag sat at the foot of your desk, unzipped with some of your clothes spilling out. You must’ve just texted him, because you were still in your spider suit…with one of his jumpers on.

Turning around, a smile spread across your face in an instant. Whatever you were doing was soon abandoned as you ran towards him. He was quick to stand, enveloping you in his frame. Feeling your aura mix with his, as he buried his nose into your hair felt nice. It awoke whatever nerves that had gone into hibernation after your departure, activating his senses once more.

Because he became highly aware of how right when you entered his arm, the hairs on yours stood under your suit. Your heart rate calmed but also picked up. Hell, he could even feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you buried your head into his chest.

“You really did miss me aye?” He teased, pulling you back by your shoulders to get a good look at his face.

“Mmm, only like…thiiiiiiis much.” Holding up two fingers, he watched as you held them close together and very very slowly pulled them apart. 

“Oh wow, and here I was in absolute agony.” He hummed, sitting on the edge of your windowsill.

“Oh really?” You laugh, leaning over him. He looked up at you, nodding as he placed his hands in his pocket.

“Absolutely, almost died.”

Watching you laugh was something he knew he needed. It wasn’t too hard, at least for him. Your back and forth quips and teases were something that usually ended in you laughing or him chuckling. Inside jokes and knowing stares were usually exchanged to test the waters whenever others were around. It happened so often people usually felt excluded whenever you were both in each other's presence.

It was something he didn’t know he could miss. 

“Wanna go for a swing?”

Watching the way your eyes lit up, he knew he had his answer.

Slipping his mask on, he was quick to open your window. He knew you were right behind him as he swung into action.

This was a dance you both did whenever you visited his world, swinging between buildings and each other. Finding ways to play off the others webbing and moves.

He loved watching you swing and flip. Hearing you laugh as you gave him a heart attack with how close you’d like to fall before yanking yourself back up into the air.

He felt a rush of similar emotions in the two weeks of you going dark. Whenever it was just him alone in his room, his mind would wander. He knew that if anything had happened he would have been the first told, both a blessing and a curse. But it still didn’t stop him from…worrying.

When did his worry for you become such a crutch?

Reaching to your normal hang out, what was atop your Statue of Liberty (which was still bronze here on your earth), both of you sat atop her torch. With shoulders touching, he watched as you leaned back and looked at your city.

“So, how many anomalies did you catch on this little spree of yours?” 

With a big sigh you ripped your mask off and stuffed it into your-no, his jacket pocket. Bringing a knee to your chest you placed your cheek on it as you looked at him.

“Twelve. Probably the most in a row.”

Tisking, he leaned back on his hands now as he also took his mask off.

“Wow, remember which ones?”

“Most of them were Vultures. They were the only ones that could reach the portals that opened in their respective worlds. I might as Miguel if I can take a break though.”

That piqued his interest. But he didn’t show a reaction, in fact he just hummed and watched as you put your forehead to rest on your knees.

“I appreciate how much Miguel…trusts me to keep the multiverse intact, I really do. I went through hell with his stupid tests in order to get into the Spider Society and its…its lead me to meet some of my favorite people but recently I've been more Spider than Person…”

Hobie sat up now, putting his elbows on his knees and smirking. He knew what you needed to hear in this moment. He knew you like the back of his hand, in the year that you two have gotten to know each other it is safe to say he almost knows you better than he knows himself. The same could probably be said about you knowing him.

“Favorite people aye? Where do I fall on that list?”

Watching you lift your head to give him a quick glance, a small smile graced your lips before you lifted your head fully to clear your throat.

“Atleast top…let's say ten? There's a lot of competition BB.” You chuckle

“Oh yea? That jumper you’re wearing says otherwise.”

Your eyes grew almost as wide as the lenses on your mask as you looked down. Your hands gripped the edge of the jacket for a moment before shoving into the pockets.

“Oh I uh…yea I dunno what to say…”

The gears were turning in your head, he could tell. Something was brewing.

“..y’know I didn’t even realize I had packed this until I was subconsciously putting it on the first night. I'm being dead serious when I tell you I only ever took it off whenever I was about to go into battle…I didn’t wanna ruin it.”

He smiled to himself listening to your words. Something similar to what was brewing in your head was brewing in his chest.

These past few months, more specifically the past two weeks where you couldn’t contact him, there was a confession building. Words that were just waiting in the dark until he was at his most vulnerable to come into the light were bubbling up in his throat. The only thing keeping them from spilling right at this very moment was the seal of his lips.

It was nice, having you back. But all these realizations that he was having just in these last few days, especially now in these moments he was sharing with you, told him all he needed to know.

Especially with those words that you had just said to him, he knew his realization was not far from out of the blue.

“ Y’know those two weeks were you went dark were ‘ell. Pav and Gwendy were up my arse the entire time. It irked me how well they read me those two weeks..”

Watching you grow still and turn towards him, and sighed before turning towards you as well.

“I'm sorry about that Hobbie…my communicator died and Miguel told me I wasn’t allowed a new one until I finished my assignment. Which made everything so much harder to do since I had to wait for texts from Lyla and code instead of her just being able to talk me through it.”

“I knew it ‘ad to be somethin outta your control…and I also had a keepsake that ‘elped me keep my cool.”

Pulling back his cuffs, an array of bracelets both woven and made were on both of his wrists. They were all yours, but ones you hadn’t seen in a while and ones you were sure you had left on your desk before you had left.

What he couldn’t show you was the shirt he had of yours that was also on his pillow. He had it for the same reason he was sure you had his jacket for the entire trip…

Though it was starting to lose your scent.

There was a comfortable silence, at least he hoped there was. He could barely tell based off the thumping of his heart…

When he finally made eye contact with you, he saw a dopey smile on your face. It made him smile too. No matter how long you two were apart, no matter how raw the two of you got it never changed anything.

Well, he hoped nothing would change after what he was about to do.

Hobie wasn’t scared of a lot, practically nothing. But you scared the ever loving shit out of him. Both with all the stunts that you pulled and just the way you made him feel. He used to be this hardass corruptor but now? He wasn’t sure what he was without you.

“Hey Hobie..”

“Yea?”

“You should totally kiss me right now.”

“Yup.”

His hand fit perfectly on the crook of your neck, and so did his lips with yours.

Whatever you were feeling spilled into him, and he with you. A full year's worth of pent up emotion exploded into the kiss as he seemingly took your breath away. In recent months he could only imagine how your lips would feel against his, but it was nothing compared to what he was experiencing right now. Yours and his molded together in a flurry of silken passion, fitting together perfectly just like he knew they would.

Your hands found their place resting on his cheeks, just as his found theirs. With one resting on your neck and the other finding its way onto your side to pull you close. So close that he could feel the drum of your heart match his when your chests collided.

He wanted to curse whatever being made it so that the human body needed oxygen. When you pulled away his lips followed yours in chase, and it wasn’t until you held his face in place so that your bruised lips could take in a breath. Your finger ran over his bottom lip, playing with his lip ring as he panted in time with you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that…how..how being away from you for so long made me realize that's all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“I ‘ave an idea.”

His hand that rested on the edge of your neck came around to hold your throat, with his fingers resting on your pulse.

It was going a mile a minute just like his.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #x reader #across the spiderverse #marvel x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #into the spider verse #spiderman x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #spider!reader

[the-kr8tor]

Carnival date with Hobie! Going on the arcades (that are definitely rigged) enjoying cotton candy together and the Ferraris wheel!

- 💗

Thank you for the lovely prompt, angel! 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is mentioned taller though), cw food mentions, Fluff

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You take a giant bite of your cotton candy, the sugar bursts into your mouth like fireworks. The bright neon lights make your eyes shine, all the beeps and boops from arcade machines are reminiscent of the time when you were younger. It's cold out, an evening breeze passes by, fluttering your lashes in the wind. It's freezing but Hobie's arm around your shoulders warms you through your bones.

“Don't eat it all, give me some.” His breath fans your cheeks, it tickles you a bit. “Oi, stop gettin’ distracted. Ahhh” he opens his mouth for you, waiting for you to feed him like a baby chick.

“Get those pinchers out of my face.” You giggle, quickly feeding a dollop of the sweet treat before he chomps down on your fingers. You've learned your lesson.

“Thanks.” He says through a mouthful. You wipe the corner of his lips clean of candy. He sticks his tongue out to the side with the intention to lick your finger.

“Nope, too slow!” you quickly move your hand away to his dismay.

“I will bite your hand off, you'll see.” Hobie says with a smirk.

“Uh huh, sure. If you can catch me”

“You better start running then”

Before you could sprint through the crowd, Hobie's arms are already around your middle, lifting you a few inches off the ground effortlessly. You giggle, trying to not get a lot of attention from the public.

You blame the candy for making Hobie more hyper than he already is.

“Give me your fuckin' hand” he cranes his neck down to try and catch your it, you cross your arms on your chest, tucking your hands inside.

“Nu uh!” Hobie squeezes you, continuing to walk like he's not carrying you. “So you're just gonna manhandle me the entire night?”

“No, I'll throw you in one of those duck ponds.” He laughs loudly as you wiggle your elbow right on his abdomen. You didn't know he's ticklish there, you are definitely gonna use that information in the future.

Your eyes light up, looking at the gigantic patchwork teddy bear hanging on to one of the arcade booths. “Look at that one!”

“D’you want that? I'll get that for you, yeah?”

“No, it's fine, it's probably rigged anyway.”

He nuzzles your neck, “I'll bet you a kiss that I can win that ugly bear”

“Deal.” You kick your legs out to try to walk on your own but he doesn't let go so you let him carry you the entire way to the booth, laying your entire weight on him.

He stops in front of the milk bottle tossing booth, an old man with large glasses mans the it, he picks up fallen balls, placing them neatly inside a small bucket.

“How much, bossman?” Hobie asks, his arms still carrying you.

“Five pounds per bucket. Looks like you've won a much better prize though” he chuckles.

“Yeah, ‘m lookin' for a replacement though” he points at the bear with his chin. His comment doesn't fly over you though, you huff, kneading his stomach with your elbow. Hobie yelps, letting you go. “See that, bossman? Need that bear more than ever.”

You make a mocking face, Hobie suddenly has an intense urge to pinch your nose. But he doesn't, maybe he'll do it once you two get home.

He hands the old man the bills in exchange for the bucket.

“You've got four tries to bring the three pyramids down. You do that and you get the bear.” The old man explains.

“That easy?” Hobie says smugly.

The man chuckles, the same smug smile on his lips. “That easy. Good luck.”

Hobie turns to you as he's weighing the baseball in his hand. “Kiss for good luck?”

“I thought that was for after winning my prize?” despite you declining, you lean to press a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Good luck and don't overdo it or you might give the man a heart attack.” You whisper close to his ear.

“And here I was preparing my arm to rocket this ball out of here” he chases your face, capturing your forehead in a quick but tender kiss.

You poke his side, smiling as he takes aim. His arm extended like he's a professional, his muscles tensing through his shirt. You'd be lying if you said you weren't ogling him. Before Hobie throws the ball, he winks at you all suave, waking the butterflies in your stomach.

Clang!

The first pyramid bottle falls loudly. Hobie looks at you with a mischievous smirk, wordlessly saying. ‘I've got this’

He takes another ball, preparing to launch it. As you predicted, he turns his head towards you again but you're prepared this time, winking at him sweetly before he could do it.

He almost misses the bottles.

You tamp down your laugh when he looks back at you with a ‘how dare you’ face. You look at him innocently, fluttering your lashes.

After all that though, one after the other the bottles fall easily, the old man shifts uncomfortably, scratching his head. He surrenders, handing Hobie the bear.

“Told you I'll win it for you” the bear gets squished in the middle as Hobie tries his best to embrace you with the fluffy wall in between.

“I knew you had it,” you lean up so he could claim his prize. “You have super strength, cheater.” you say against his lips, he could only get a fraction of a second of your lips before you pulled away. He blinks, shaking his head.

“Thought we had a deal?”

“Claim it in the ferris wheel?”

“You cheeky fucker”

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After lining up for the ride and numerous bites of a shared funnel cake, you and Hobie hop on to the pod, the capsule shakes as he pushes in the bear to fit inside. The worker manning the ride sighs exasperatedly.

Hobie sits it across from you, scooching to make way for him, he sighs, all tired out from the labour.

The worker closes the door, the ferris wheel starts up, slowly moving your pod up.

“Your bear is on thin ice” He glares at the toy, the fluffy head tilting comedically. You laugh while Hobie casually snakes his arm around your shoulders, bringing you Impossibly closer to the already small space.

You don't mind it though, laying your head on his shoulder, reaching blindly for his hand, he half hugs you, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“You good?” his voice muffled by your skin.

“Better than good. Happy” you inhale his cologne, relaxing your muscles. You swear you're melting on the spot. “You?”

“You already know the answer, lovie” he cranes his neck closer to you, ignoring the ache in his nape. Hobie then presses a handful of kisses on your temple, each one sweeter than the last. He holds off with his joke about pushing the bear off the ride.

The ferris wheel halts to a stop when your pod reaches the top, you cling tighter to Hobie. The view takes your breath away, the shining lights below look like stars, the skyline looms on your right, just seeing it makes you crave web swinging with Hobie. Maybe you'll ask him about it later.

The ride starts back up again with a sudden lunge, a mechanical whirring in the background. You yelp, Hobie grips your shoulder, circling his thumb over your skin comfortably.

“I've got you.” He reassures.

“I know you do” You squeeze him, moving his face downward by his chin, guiding him closer to your lips.

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[reverieblondie]

Neighbors

Chapter 3: Web-Heads

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: None....But it's starting to heat up...

Summary: After a terrible night you find that your restless, turns out your not the only one who isn't asleep at this hour. Maybe things will start looking up for you...

A/N: Finally got this done! I have so many fics in the works currently, so I am slowly trying to get them all out but I write slow and can only write when I am hyperfixating on that specific story. it all comes in waves for me unfortunately. Enjoy the chapter!

Word Count: 4,012

Your eyes fly open, meeting the darkness of your room. Nothing is working…

Four hours of tossing and turning, trying to will yourself to sleep but nothing is working. With a sigh and slowly rising from your bed, you conclude that sleep is just not going to happen for you tonight. This should all be expected though, how can you get rest when you feel your life is in knots? Unfortunately for you untying them is going to take longer than one night so sleepless nights seem to be in your future. -damn stress causing you to have insomnia…

Sitting up in your bed your mind starts going back to everything that has happened so far, what could have happened if Spider-man didn’t show up. As you think you feel the pricking ache in your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. With a deep breath you will the feeling down, you have cried enough you don’t want to keep getting worked up. Scanning the room you're looking for a distraction then you find it; your hamper filled with clothes catches your eye. That will have to do. 

Pulling on your hoodie,  pocketing your phone and keys, favorite fuzzy slippers on your ready; you drag your hamper down to the complex's laundry room, well to the elevator then the laundry room. Typically you wouldn't be doing your laundry at this hour but you're hoping for no company, that must be why you didn’t even bother to brush your restless bedhead. You have already had a rough night, it can't get any rougher right? 

Finally making it down to the washroom you walk through the doorway and see none other than your neighbour the spider enthusiast. Just can’t catch a break tonight. 

Walking in you try your best not to pay him any mind but you can’t help but notice how he seems very surprised to see you. Well granted it is an untimely time for laundry but he’s down here as well so you should be giving him a look as well. As you go to give him a look you stop, you just don’t even have the energy for that right now. With a sigh, you keep your head down and just do your laundry in silence. 

Placing your clothes in the washer you sort them carefully as you go in two different machines, it's just the two of you so you can be a bit rude to get your stuff done. At this point you couldn't care either way. 

“Rough night?” His voice carries to you and all you can do is just hum, not denying but not exactly agreeing either. 

“Yeah, you look…” he thinks for a moment and you assume he is looking for some kind of insult, that would just be the cherry on top of your night, wouldn’t it? What will he poke at? Your hair? Your clothes? Your puffy face? Your fuzzy slippers? Feeling the anger build at your assumed thoughts you turn to him quickly making him look at you a bit surprised. 

“I what? Huh? Are you going to say how I look like shit? How do I look pathetic?” the pain in your chest starts to rise and you just throw your clothes in both washers no longer having the will to sit and sort. 

With a slam, you start the washers and go to leave in a huff but as you make your way to the exit in an angered rush one of your slippers comes off forcing you to have to turn back. Spinning around quickly you see Peter is standing with your slipper in hand, a concerned look on his face, already so close to you. If you were not so completely irritated you would question how he got to you so quickly. 

“I was going to say you look sad…” it's the gentlest you have heard him speak, makes you feel like an ass from your off-the-handle reaction. He holds out your slipper to you, “Want to talk about it Cinderella?” 

With a sigh you grab the slipper putting it back on your foot, “Not particularly…” 

“You're not from New York are you?” he asks somewhat suddenly

“What was your first clue?” 

“The screaming at the spider.” you look at him and can’t help the small laugh that leaves your throat, he notes this so he keeps going, “Yeah, definitely the dead giveaway. Plus there is you not knowing about this month's rainy week and believing the weatherman, another not New Yorker mistake.” 

You sigh, “I can’t even trust the weatherman…” 

“Not from channel 12 no, try channel 34, he’s the one I watch.” 

“Oh, and here I thought it was your special New York weather sense.” 

“Well that helps too,”  he says nonchalantly, causing you to laugh again. 

You look at him and see that he's watching you with a smile. As he waits for his laundry, “Why are you being nice to me? I thought I was dramatic?” 

“Eh, your dramatics are only funny when you're peeved, not sad.” 

“Oh, well I am so glad I could entertain you then.” 

“Least you can do after waking me from my sleep because of a spider.” You laugh and the room becomes silenced between you two the only sound being the whorling of the washers and the slight music coming from Peter's earbuds filling the room for a long moment. “So was work bad? Did something-” 

You are quick to cut him off.  “Ah- still don’t want to talk about it.” 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender humming in agreement. A part of you doesn't know why you don’t tell him. Maybe it is because talking to him is finally making you forget about it, making you laugh and relax a bit. For a second the thought of being in Spider-man's arms hearing his heartbeat comes back to you, how relaxed you felt in his arms, how safe you felt. 

“So what do you do? I mean we are around the same age, are you like…let me guess a waiter or something? Or a barista at some hip coffee shop?” changing the subject from you back to him. 

He furrows his brows at you in a look of playful disgust “Did you say hip?”  

Throwing your arms up you let out a confused huff “What? New Yorkers don’t say hip?” 

“No” 

“Whatever, so what do you do, judgy pants?” 

“It’s Mr. Judgy pants to you, I go to school at Empire State University and I do freelance photography for the Daily Bugle.” 

As you two talk the washers go off and you two start gathering your things placing them in the dryer as you continue the conversion. Getting to talk to Peter like this is nice and it’s nice that you two are getting to know each other. 

“What kind of photos do you take?” you as casually as you prep the dryer settings. 

“People, landscapes, but the Bugle pays me for my Spider-man pictures.” 

The mention of Spider-man makes you pause, then you look back to Peter to see that he’s already looking at you but turns his head stuffing the dryer as you notice him. 

“Isn’t he hard to get pictures of?” you ask, trying to seem casual about your prying. 

“That is the rumor, but I have my ways” 

“Oh well we don’t want you giving up your secret ways,”  Peter smirks and starts the drier, you come to his side and whisper to him “You can tell me, you know him or something don’t you? One of your buddies or something?” 

He looks at you and laughs “More like we have a coworker kind of relationship, but it's all very confidencial I can't say anymore or I will be webbed to a bridge by my feet.” 

“I don’t see the problem?” 

“Ha. ha. You're very funny” he says, rolling his eyes at you. Before his eyes go towards you while you two sit back down to wait “So, why are you asking about Spider-man?” 

Shit, do you tell him you met him? Uhhg but then he's just going to ask more questions as you don’t want to deal with all that prying, quick defect! “He’s a superhero, who wouldn't ask some questions?” -nailed it

Peter just hums with a small nod as a response. For about 40 minutes you loop through idle small talk and silence. You had the least amount of clothes to dry compared to him. Now you two are standing at the folding tables as he helps fold your laundry, you insisted that he didn't have to help you but he insisted otherwise. Peter might not be all that bad a guy, but maybe you can be friendly acquaintances and one day possibly friends. 

“Overall, how has your move for your scholarship been treating you?” Peter suddenly asks as he folds one of your towels. He must be used to having to do chores as a kid and he folds rather nicely compared to some other college students you've known.  

“Fine…” you say a bit too high pitched to be convincing, Turning to Peter you see that he has a concerned look on his face, almost one of pity…you avert your eyes feeling your chest get tangled up again. Why does he have to look at you like you like that…don’t people know that doesn't help…

“I grew up in Queens. I've been around this place all my life, I can only imagine the adjustment you're going through. If you need help or-” Peters's voice dies off as he looks at you again seeing that you're getting upset. With a sigh, he lazily reaches into the basket to grab something to fold as you watch through the corner of your eyes you see that he grabs your lacy pink underwear. Biting back a laugh you watch as Peter feels the material confused before turning bright red and shoving them back into the basket for something else. As he’s embarrassly apologizing, you break out in hysterical laughter. 

You watch as Peter's face scrunches at you, the blush of his embarrassment still on his face. He is not as amused as you are, “Oh, don’t be so embarrassed Peter it's just panties, they won’t bite you.” 

Peter rolls his eyes and mocks laughter as he makes his way to the dryer that just got down with his clothes. You finish your folding as you hear Peter suddenly cuss, looking over you see him holding what you assume used to be a white shirt that is now splotched with red and blue. 

“Oh no, do you want help fixing it? I think I have some bleach.” approaching him you see him get tense before he pulls out all his clothes in a hurry and slips past you quickly with his basket filled. 

“It’s fine I will just get a new one,” Peter starts to move to the exit. 

“Wait? You helped me fold my clothes, do you want help?”

“No!” he quickly interjects “I uh, I like to fold my clothes…it's very…relaxing to me.” 

“Uh-” 

“See you around!” with that he rushes off and all you can do is give him a very confused look at where he once was. -weird.   

Despite Peter leaving in a rather rushed and odd matter everything before that was…. nice. After your laundry and chat session, you were finally eased enough to fall asleep for a while and rested just enough to help get you through your workday. As you're getting ready for your shift you turn on the TV, you see the weatherman from channel 12 but you quickly flip it to channel 34; per Peter's advice. 

Deciding to dress warmer for today's shift you go with your favorite pants and a black short sleeve. Yesterday's attack is still inching in the back of your mind. The thought of anyone seeing your bare skin right now makes you feel ill. Better tips be damned. Once your makeup is done, a bit darker than you would usually go, you gather your hair to wear it pinned up then you can’t seem to find your tie. 

Walking out of the bathroom you scan everywhere for it till you spot it on your nightstand, swiftly grabbing it you put up your hair but you pause for a moment looking at the note…Spider-man…

Grabbing the note you reread the simple message and observe the doodle. He saved your butt, didn't he? Looking out your window you look at the cascading of colors from the setting sun. Would you ever see him again? Get to properly thank him? The city is massive and you hear the bustling of people and machinery. A whole city he has to take care of…that's got to take its toll on a person…

As you're getting swept up in your thoughts your alarm tells you it's time to go. Gathering your coat and purse you double-check your things, wallet, keys, IDs, and planner. Pursing your lips you take a mental note: you still need to buy pepper spray and an umbrella, the weatherman said there will be rain tonight so it looks like you're out of luck for today. Maybe you could order your things and have them delivered here? As you exit your door you look towards your window with the blinds that you keep open. 

Huh, you pause before stepping towards the window where your purse was returned. Looking at the window you still see the webbing residue from last night, confirming that it all happened. As your eyes scan the webbing and then go to the city outside only one thought plagues your mind, how did Spider-man know what window was yours?  

Leaning on the bar top you let out a sigh as you watch the front door of the bar, the sound of pouring rain and soft thunder is paired with the voices of the few patrons who needed to brave the weather for their drink fix. Peter was right about the weatherman from 34, the guy knows his stuff. Peter… thinking of him you think of how he mentioned he was a photographer for the Daily Bugle… and took pics for the Spider-themed hero…

Turning your head you see the few customers seemingly content and with full glasses, so with that and it being so dead tonight you decide it would be okay to pull out your phone for some internet snooping. Usually, this is something you would never do while behind the contour but Gregory had given you the okay, he felt bad that you had to come in during this storm. The bar tonight was only being managed by three people tonight because of the rain, Gregory and his wife Melissa and you. Melissa was a delight at the bar, plus you couldn't help but smile as she severed drinks while rubbing her growing belly. 

Getting comfortable you type Daily Bugle - Spider-man in your search engine and wait for the results. Turns out that the Bugle was not the biggest Spider fan, calling him a menace and blaming him for most things. Though the articles left a sour taste in your mouth the pictures with the articles were amazing. You have seen pictures before, but those were either blurry or from a super long distance. Peter had some talent, you would have to bring that up next time you saw him in the laundry room. 

You continue looking at the pictures, Spider-man was something else. His athletic build swinging in the sky, something you did just last night; you can feel your cheeks warm at the memory, if only it wasn't raining you could have looked as you swung with him. A stray thought of the possibility of ever doing it again crossed your mind, though you doubt you would ever see him again or if you did he probably wouldn't recall you. Your eyes focus on every curve of him, the tight spandex makes your mind race with what could be underneath. And those hands…so large…

“Oh, looks like we got ourselves a web-head.” Gregory says with a chuckle as he catches a glimpse of your phone. 

“A web-head?” you had never even heard of that before what was he talking about? 

Gregory points to your phone with a deep chuckle, “Spiders fangirls, we call them web-heads.” 

Fangirl?! Your face goes red and you press your phone to your chest looking terrified which only makes him laugh, Melissa comes to swat his arm. “Don’t tease her Greg.” she turns to you with a smile “Honestly I can’t blame you, he’s just the cutest thing. Though I think he's a bit too young for me.” 

You want to deny this narrative of you having a thing for Spider-Man but her words catch you by surprise. “Wait, what do you mean? Have you met him?” 

Melissa lights up “I did, he saved my life once. It was a while back but a villain was rampaging the streets and as a car was getting flung towards me he scooped me up and swung me to safety. I tell you, my heart was racing not just from the adrenaline of the situation.” she nudges you and you both share a quick laugh while her husband huffs. 

“Why do you think he's young though?” 

“Well after he saved me he called me ma’am and I could just tell from his inflections he was still young, still figuring himself out.” -interesting, maybe you two are around the same age. 

“Then he left.” Gregory cuts in catching your attention. His face is down as he refills a glass from the tap. Turning back to Melissa she's looking at her husband with a tight-lipped gaze before turning back to you. 

“What do you mean he left?” you question

Melissa leans in almost like what she is saying is a secret “Rumor is that after a huge fight with some villains, something in him broke, like he just couldn’t handle all the pressure anymore. He was gone for months almost a full year before he returned to face the rhino. Now he’s just around again like he never left.” she shrugs “Odd right?” 

“Yeah…odd…”   

With work now over you are standing in your spot under the canopy as the rain is still coming down, though not as heavy as earlier. As the rain falls you think about the hero and his disappearing act. What would make a hero leave? Did he get hurt? Was it all too much? Shoving your hands in your pockets you sigh to yourself, maybe it's best not to dwell on it? Has nothing to do with you, though that gnawing curiosity is still in you, wanting to know more…

Not wanting a repeat of yesterday you buddle your jacket tighter to you, deciding it's best to just brave the rain and take a hot shower when you get home. Taking your first step from the safety of the canopy your skin is immediately chilling at the feeling of the rain hitting your head. Just as you go to start to run a familiar whooshing sound catches your attention making you turn back to the bar. Then right in front of you is a spider symbol. 

Looking up from his chest you see an incredibly close spider-man looking down towards you. The second thing you notice is that you no longer feel rain falling on your head looking up and seeing a red umbrella shielding you both. 

Feeling completely confused you try to form any words but all you can stammer out is a “wha-huh-what?” 

He kinda laughs. It starts naturally but you notice he deepened it a little, “Sorry to spook you, but I figured you could use this.” 

“You came here to bring me an umbrella?” you say still filled with confusion. 

“Actually I was in the area patrolling for yesterday's robber.” -oh right, “But, then I remembered you and you saying that you don’t have an umbrella, so here” 

Standing so close to him you can admire his physic better, pictures definitely didn’t fully do it justice. Maybe these web-heads are onto something….

“Thank you, but I’m a bit surprised you remembered that. I mean I know it was yesterday but don't you talk and save a bunch of people often?” 

“Yeah, to be honest I usually have a hard time remembering things or people, but you stuck out to me,” he says nonchalantly. This sudden confession makes your eyes widen as you look at him. Wait? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? 

He looks at you and seems to take in your surprised expression interpreting what you might be thinking. “I mean, it's not often I steal people's purses”

That snaps your mind back to your earlier question you had asked yourself before leaving home, “That reminds me, how did you know that was my window when you retired my purse?” 

Spider-man's eye lenses go wide for a second before he places his hand on the back of his neck, seemingly shy about it, maybe not the best time to ask him. “That I uh, I got lucky that you left your blinds open so I saw you.” 

For some reason, the thought of the masked hero being able to see you through the window makes your cheeks warm. You should close your blinds more often…or keep them open more. 

“Well, get home safe and try your best to stay dry, okay?”

“I’ll try my best.” 

You give him a confident smile and gently take the umbrella from his hand, as you do you brush your fingers with the warmth you felt yesterday.. Whoever this guy is, he is very thoughtful. But what do you expect from a hero? As you begin to walk off to hurry to your apartment you hear him call for you. Turning you see him in the rain arm reaching towards you but he quickly adjusts himself to a casual stance.  

“Do you work late every night?” 

“Most nights” you confirm

With a hum, he thinks for a moment before he nods and claps his wet hands together, “Well, I will have to make this a regular patrol area. Have a good night” 

Just like last night before you can say anything more to him he's swinging off leaving you to watch his fading figure, though you think tonight he knows you're watching by how he does a backflip in the air. Pretty impressive…

As you get into your apartment your feeling, better. Today was drastically different from yesterday's events, You still adjusting but there is a weight that seems to be lifting from your shoulders and you can't decide if it's from having a calm work day, your relationship with your obnoxious neighbor is seeming to get better, or that fact that you might be developing some kind of friendship with the infamous Spider-Man. Though you don't want to get your hopes up too much…

As you start to set your stuff down and grab a drink from your small kitchen you hear a thwap at your window. Heading over curiously you see a note stuck to your window, grabbing the note from the window you read it: 

"Glad you got home safe, you might want to close your blinds before bed.” Then there is a doodle of a spider under an umbrella, very cute. 

Looking out of the window you look around to see if you see him around one of the buildings but no luck. Grabbing your blinds you go to shut them before something makes you pause, biting your lower lip you move from the window and quickly grab a loose sheet of some pale blue stationery you bought before your move, you write a note, rereading it a few times before going to your window and placing it on the sticky web. 

A giddy feeling spreads through you as you walk away from your window to go to your room. Leaving both windows curtains open…

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[anonymous-dentist]

Five weeks out of prison, and Cellbit is buying his sick son cough medicine from the haunted convenience store down the block. It's late at night- too late at night, probably, so it's just him and the two employees and an old lady in an old fur coat...

"I said, put your fucking hands in the air!"

...and the guy in the giant moth fursuit robbing the store.

The girl behind the counter chews her gum and slowly, boredly, raises her hands. The other employee has his AirPods in and either can't hear the villain or doesn't care. The old woman is deaf. And Cellbit... well.

Cellbit picks up a bottle of NyQuil and adds it to his basket. The villain hasn't noticed him yet, so he doesn't have anything to worry about.

Tonight's villain is a low-rank street thug going by 'Moth Man'. He can fly, but only at night, and he sounds like he smokes eight packs of cigarettes a day.

Spiders, Cellbit hears as he sneaks to the next aisle over. It makes sense. Moths, spiders, they aren't exactly friends in the wild.

Of course, Cellbit considers as he picks up a box of tissues and silently slips it in next to the medicine, Moth Man could be scared of a different spider. The different spider.

He watches, mostly unconcerned, as Moth Man waves his Moth Gun in the clerk's face.

"Check it out, guys," he sleezes, leaning in close and shoving his phone right next to the gun's barrel. "She's totally freaked right now."

Moth Man is also a vlogger. More specifically: he's a TikTok streamer, and he's a pretty popular one, too. Honestly, Cellbit's surprised that the Federation hasn't shut his account down yet. (But, really, that would require them actually doing something fucking useful for once.)

Censors, Cellbit hears, and that one makes a bit more sense. He grabs a big bottle of hand sanitizer and adds it to the basket. Algorithm failure, face reveal, doxxing, spiderspiderspiderspiders.

"Absolutely terrified," the clerk unconvincingly says. "Do you want me to empty the register out, or what?"

Dogs, Cellbit hears from her. Needles, knives.

Moth Man's cheap plastic antennae flop embarrassingly as he nods, all fake enthusiasm. He looks down at his phone and thanks someone for the donation, another for a rose.

"No, it's real," he tells his chat. "See?"

He raises his gun to the ceiling, and he fires.

Cellbit jumps, nearly dropping his basket. He swears under his breath and kinda maybe hopes that Moth Man doesn't have super hearing, too, because he needs to get home. His son is sick, he doesn't have time for wannabe-villains in cheap costumes.

Horrible costumes.

Moth Man's felt wings flutter behind him as he lowers his gun and points it back at the shaken clerk.

"See?" he sneers. "Now give me the money."

Terrible costumes.

Honestly, villains these days are just kind of stupid. Where's the anonymity when everyone knows your shadow? How are you supposed to sneak around causing problems and slitting throats when you have giant neon green felt moth wings sticking three feet out of you? And those goggles had better be night vision, or poor Moth Man is going to walk face-first into a lamppost the second he leaves the store.

Cellbit shakes his head and goes to find the soup. Back in his day...

"I was!" the clerk shouts. "Here!"

She opens the register, and then two things happen in quick succession:

1. Cellbit picks up a can of chicken noodle soup. He's not a huge fan himself, but Forever swears by it, and Richarlyson's cold is bad enough that Cellbit's willing to try anything. (He's only had this kid for five weeks, but he thinks he'd kill for him, and that's saying something.)

2. A brilliant flash of red and blue crashes through the store's front display window with a whoop.

Spiders! Cellbit hears. He smiles despite himself, licks his lips just briefly before catching himself and biting his tongue back into his mouth.

Spider-Man's poses are maybe one of the more badass things about him. He lands on the counter in a classic pose, crouched with one hand flat on the counter and the other pointed directly at Moth Man's face. His forehead is pressed against the gun's end, and he's probably smiling under his mask, the freak.

"S-Spider-Man!" Moth Man squeaks. "What are you doing here?"

Spider-Man tilts his head. "Uuuuuh, kicking your ass?"

And then he punches the fucker right in the nose.

Moth Man skitters backwards, crashing into a rack of newspapers. His finger slips and he fires his gun right into the register, sending the clerk screaming onto the floor. Good, she doesn't need to be involved.

"What the fuck what the fuck-" Moth Man breathes.

He jumps to his feet and points his phone's camera at Spider-Man, who doesn't so much as give him enough time to start narrating before slinging a web and stealing the phone right out of his hand.

Silently, Cellbit slips his own phone out of his pocket and starts recording. Just for himself, really. He'll add it to the Google Doc later.

Spider-Man turns Moth Man's phone over in his hands thoughtfully.

"Dude, is this an iPhone?" he asks. "Since when do you have iPhone money?"

"Fuck you, I have money!"

He fires his gun again, this time on purpose. Spider-Man easily dodges the bullet, not even looking up from the phone's web-covered screen.

"With that costume?" Spider-Man snorts and shakes his head. "No way, man."

"My costume is awesome!" Moth Man snaps. "Fuck you! Die, Spider-Man!"

He's terrified, Cellbit can smell the fear coming off of him in waves. It's sour and black and foul and gut-turning, but it could be stronger. This guy might be dumb, but he's also too stupid to realize he's in a fight he can't win. It's embarrassing.

But, really, it's none of Cellbit's business. He's just gonna sneak out as soon as he-

A screeching Moth Man flies past him, his bare hand grazing Cellbit's nose, crashing into the back row of freezers. Cellbit flinches back a step, fumbling with his phone. He gets it level just as Spider-Man pounces on the villain from above with a happy little cheer.

Inexplicably, Moth Man screams and curls into himself, dropping his gun and cowering and muttering to himself.

Whoops.

Spider-Man stands above him mid-kick, confused.

"Dude," says Spider-Man, "what the hell is wrong with you? Come on, get up!"

Cellbit starts sneaking his way out, slipping away as Spider-Man tries getting Moth Man to get up and finish their battle properly.

None of his business, he tells himself. It's none of his business. He got his footage, it's none of his business. One step at a time, tonight is not the night for an interview. He has a sick son to take care of. Investigating can wait.

...He stops in the doorway to take one last video, this one of Spider-Man chasing the poor terrified Moth Man around the store practically begging for him to stop being weird, what kind of fight is this supposed to be?

Camera off, slip out onto the streets and start the trip back home.

Forever's gonna be pissed about the shoplifting, but at least it isn't murder anymore. Cellbit is trying to set a good example.

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Based off of THIS AU

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose. #deli superhero au #this is really rough but i'm not editing it #i just wanted to write today so! here something is!

[fangswbenefits]

So, some spider sex facts!

The biggest one is that all things considered, being a male spider kinda sucks for most species. Their lives consist of desperately try to fuck, and then die pretty soon after. (Sometimes the female they just mated with just straight up eats them. It's not super common though. Also the size of male vs female is absurd. The guys are so tiny)

Courting rituals vary between species, so you'll have orb weavers who pluck and tap rhythmically on the webs in an attempt to indicate a. That they're not prey and b. Try to get the female to accept them. If successful the male will pat and stroke the female before sex. Wolf and jumping spiders rely on sight and will wave their pedipalps (the organ male spiders use to initiate sex) in a sort of dance to see if the female is interested. The european nursery spider will actually search out a female, go and catch a fly (or sometimes grab a pebble) wrap it in silk and present it to her so he can have sex while she's eating.

Female spiders actually have spots inside their body for storing sperm, so they actively get to choose which partner gets to fertilize their eggs. Multiple partners common, though some females simply have sex with the same mate repeatedly. Some species will actually make noises while having sex if the male is doing something she doesn't like, and he'll respond to it eagerly since it ups the odds of being chosen as sire to the spiderlings.

Going back to the orb weaver family specifically for a moment, sometimes the silk threads of a web is infused with pheromones from the female that gives wandering males an idea of her health and maturity.

Uh, there are more facts but I'm v tired and need to sleep dkfkdkwjjfj

Thank you so much for your service, my friend 👀📝

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

[unicorn-virus-syndrome]

WOO, let’s go! More Malevolent Motel thoughts! We have Valentino, Velvette, and Baxter to talk about now.

Vallllll. The MOTHMAN. The Pimp. The character everyone hates.

what if I made him more pathetic and silly like a certain spider demon.

Introducing this AU’s Valentino, a popular prostitute that has connections with Hell’s most notorious mobsters. A mob specifically run by the Overlord Angel Dust. Valentino made a deal with Angel and gave him ownership over his soul. A terrible idea! He’s found himself caught in a web he can’t escape from, after being drawn in closer to Angel like a moth to flame.

to combat the stress and anxiety he feels when around Angel or at work he turns to drugs and alcohol (like OG Angel Dust) while trying to play off everything like he doesn’t care.

He tries to bury his feelings even further by jokingly flirting with Vox and trying to get his attention…only to realize in horror that he might actually be falling for the Tv headed demon.

Velvette, one of the biggest internet influencers in Hell. Often seen live streaming herself kicking other demons asses in turf wars. She is a bitch and she’ll let you know it. She happens to be besties with Val, and they often fight together. She enjoys long walks on the beach and tearing apart other demons with her various weapons.

Baxter, a (goofy) Mad Scientist who somehow gets his hands on a flying boat and several mini robot fish. He fights for territory using chemicals he’s created during his many experiments, like acid. He hopes to one day catch the eyes of the AHC’s (This universes Vees) and become an Overlord.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel baxter #staticmoth #swap au #malevolent motel au

[imminent-danger-came]

Hello! Unhinged Anon back again (I say as though I ever left and haven’t just been lurking) teetering on the precipice of madness, as per usual, this time because of S2E0!

Specifically, MK stealing the trigram furnace in S2E0. Specifically specifically, MK being the only member of the gang sent off to steal something SWK hadn’t stolen in the past, and also being the ONLY member of the crew who promises to return what he stole. And then he doesn’t. And considering his reaction to seeing it in S2E5, I think the implication is that he never even tried because he genuinely forgot about it. Because he was focused on saving and protecting people. And because he doesn’t return it, LBD gets it. And because she gets it, she’s able to start making the mech. And because she’s able to start making the mech, a whole bunch of stuff happens that hurts the same people he was originally trying to protect when he stole the furnace in the first place, plus who knows how many more. 

…

*Smiling blankly as I use a stick to draw the words ‘to pain’ in the dirt over and over like I’m in The Shining*

Seriously, there is so much about that one moment of MK running off with the furnace that is just… so evil of them to do. I mean, MK separating from his friends and going off alone to steal from the celestial realm is bad enough. But making him the only one to do what Wukong did in the past with something new? Having him be the only one who’s chased by a creature of heaven, not a spider, because he’s seemingly the only one who caused a noticeable disturbance? Having it be ‘just like Wukong’, but also his own, unique crime against the realm? And having it happen literal seconds after his pep talk with the reflection inside the furnace? Really?! WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY?!?!

Also! I saw a previous ask where you were talking about the first time SWK uses MK’s name being in S3E14 when he apologizes, but there's actually a moment before that in S2E0! However, it is not nearly as memorable a scene lol. It’s when they’re flying towards the city together on SWK’s cloud and MK starts clinging to him because he’s freaking out about all the spiders. I think the exact line was literally just ‘Get off, MK!’ lol. Still, the fact that he’s using MK’s name by that point certainly says something about their relationship and how it’s grown. Plus it makes Wukong leaving the literal next episode all the more painful! Hurray for the LEGO show continuing to be cruel! Anyways, hope you’re having a nice day/night! 

*waves from the precipice of madness*

*me cheering at the Lego show continuing to be cruel*

Anyways hello Unhinged Anon! A pleasure, as always.

So, something something "The chaos and destruction we'll bring upon the world will make Wukong's past look like nothing" something something in regards to him stealing something that Wukong hadn't. Students usually surpass their masters in narratives like these, but erm, you know. You obviously don't want to surpass your master when it comes to the chaos and destruction and havoc they caused.

It's also always funny to me that in the trigram furnace he gained the power of "self-reflection", but in typical MK fashion he forgets to use that power (but don't worry the curse shows up in 4x07 to do it for him).

However, and the clown wig is totally on tight, here's the thing about the "Get off, MK!" scene. That scene has been paralleled several times:

So we have a scene where MK get's thrown off by Monkey King, we have a scene where MK and SWK both get thrown off by the cloud dissipating, and then we have a scene where Wukong catches MK after he was thrown.

This is how scene #1 plays out in particular:

Sun Wukong: "Get off MK!" MK: "Wait, what are you?" Sun Wukong: "*exasperated sigh* If you can't handle a little spider, how are you meant to help me with that? I'll handle this one bud, you just hang tight." MK: "Wait! I can still- ...help."

(2x00 Revenge of the Spider Queen)

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Which also parallels a scene from 3x09:

Sun Wukong: "Just wait for me there! I'll explain everything." MK: "But- but I can help! Let me help you!" Sun Wukong: "There's no time bud! Macaque could show up at any second! GO!"

(3x09 The King, the Prince, and the Shadow)

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SO, it's about Wukong's overconfidence and how that collides with MK's low self-confidence at high speeds. It's also about how their relationship has grown over the coarse of the show, with Wukong actively relying on MK during TEW special.

And I think you're totally right, it says a lot about their relationship in ROTSQ and shows how much SWK failed at not getting attached to MK in s1 lol. And then he left in 2x01 for MK, and you just gotta love those two.

#omg my ask box is clear!!!! #yay!!!!! #there are a couple of asks that are gonna be longer metas in my drafts but shhhhhh we're not talking about them #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk parallels #asks #unhinged anon #the light is no mystery

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

You know what? Fuck it. We're talking about the Ikran racing au.

We all know that at some point Spider is getting the green light to get his own ikran. Yeah, It's not going to be done how it's usually is, not by a long shot, but it will happen. The people have seen how much he cares for them and how much they thrust him. Everything will be set up for a given date and just the night before it, Spider will get cold feet. Why? Because while (mostly)everyone thrusts and has faith in him, he himself doesn't. He's full on ready to abort the event before Neytiri catches him. What does she do? you may ask. Well, she silently leads him to top of the tree where her own ikran (I don't remember if you said that Seze was alive in this au, I'm gonna say she is but idk) is waiting, all geared up and ready. Spider will be confused, frozen in place as he looks at Neytiri for any kind of indication to her intentions, only for her to pick him up like a toddler and seat him on the saddle. And before he can even say anything, she'll just say "fly" in her usual tone. Of course, Spider will think she is crazy, try to give and kind of and excuse, but just one look at her very much serious gaze will shut him up. Having no other option, he get's to it, nervously petting the ikran on the neck and asking her not to drop him. Taking a few moments to gather up the courage, he finally gives the verbal command, and their off. The two quickly get used to each other, managing to swiftly fly in the night sky as Neytiri watches with a smirk on her face, unaware of the na'vi behind her sharing her expression 😉.

And that's my little HC of how Spider's first solo flight happened.

If you have any more HC for interactions between Spider and Neytiri (And possibly her ikran) or anything else, please do share. God knows we need more Ikran racing au stuff.

I'll have you know that this ask made me shed real tears. I've been putting it off because I wanted to make sure I articulated the best response to this.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME, this is AMAZING. I had this idea sort of that the other Sully kids, probably Neteyam in the nocorro specific one, realize how much he wants to ride his own ikran. Neteyam brings it up to Kiri and she's like "of course he does you idiot." And then Neteyam finds a way to bring Spider to the ikran nests daily on their flights, and he begins to befriend the ikran there until one in particular stands out.

BUT THIS NEYTIRI IDEA??? Her silent support? I am obsessssed with it. I like the idea of Seze living. In this au, the racing being of such importance seems to me to highlight there not being much of an issue with humanity. They wouldn't have time for racing if there was still major colonization efforts. So, I think Seze being a champion ikran, and her bond with Neytiri being legendary, seems most likely to me. I stated before they are so good in the races because their bond is so strong, because Neytiri insists on doing all of Seze's care herself. Spider's methods, although largely self learned and taught, are somewhat based on Neytiri's methods as well. I said before too, he is the only one she trusts Seze's care to besides herself. Letting him ride her? That is a HUGE step, a massive sign of trust. Ikran fly with one Na'vi in their whole life, and even if Spider is not Na'vi, Seze still would never have flown with anyone else. Neytiri knew he needed to be shown that everyone believed in him wholeheartedly, even the ikran. It's really a beautiful idea, thank you anon. We totally do need more ikran riding au things.

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #neytiri sully #neteyam sully #nocorro #seze #seze the ikran #ikran! racing!!! au! #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa on avatar (cameron) #melissa's asks #we are mindmelding get in

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Naked

Fandom: New Girl Ship: Nick/Schmidt Rating: Explicit Dedication: @ariesbilly thanks for showing interest in this fic, it's the thing that pushed me to finally finish it! I hope you like it! Tags: Naked episode related, blow jobs, handjobs, sexual tension, Nick is terrible with his feelings but great with boundaries. Schmidt is great with his feelings, terrible at boundaries, funny, the complicated love story that is Nick and Schmidt as told by me Summary:

Schmidt had been trying to catch a glimpse of his dick all. week. And it was bordering into creepy territories now. Waiting in the bathroom stall for him to pull it out to pee at the urinal had been pretty clever. He will give him that, but it also inspired some serious boundary issues with their other roommates. Jess specifically, and he’s going to murder Schmidt for starting this stupid obsession in the first place.

So far Schmidt’s been unsuccessful. But that's not from a lack of trying. 

Nick pads over to the shower with just his towel wrapped around his waist. Before he can even reach the shower, he feels Schmidt's presence buzzing in his skull like a 6th spider sense. He doesn't say anything yet, just turns on the shower water to ice cold because, well, the man hiding in their communal shower needed one to get Nick's dick off his mind. 

When Schmidt didn't even scream, shout, or yelp, Nick had to commend the man for his dedication to the task. He eventually cut Schmidt some slack and gave him the out. 

“Alright. Get out, Schmidt.”

The shower curtain flies open dramatically, and Schmidt is standing there with water drenching his face, all down his clothes, and soaking into his shoes. He deserves it, but his annoyance at Nick is still clear as day in those enormous puppy dog eyes. 

“I'm the only one who hasn't seen it!”

Nick crossed his arms in front of his chest. He could feel the migraine already coming on. 

“How long are you going to keep this up?”

Schmidt pouted, actually fucking pouted, before,

“How long are you going to make me wait?”

Nick's hands fly to his face, palms digging into his eye sockets attempting to kill the impulsive thought he just had before it could grow hooks and nestle into his subconscious.

…Too late…

“If I show it to you… will you please drop this?” 

Schmidt's face changes, his anxious pout is now a smile so big it reaches his ears and he slaps off the still-running water. “ Immediately. Nick, I promise.”

But when has Schmidt ever been known to drop anything?

#sinful sunday #naked episode #new girl #schmidt x nick #nick x schmidt #nick miller #winston schmidt #ariesbilly #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #buy me a coffee? #links in pinned #reblogs are free ways to support me! #i post new stuff every sunday

[crow-stars]

❝CREEPY CRAWLING UP MY SKIN❞

❦summary; it's a wonder to many why jamil continues to hang out with you, but he manages it somehow. ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, jamil viper, kalim al-asim ✎word count; 1,111 ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, SPIDERS SPIDERS SPIDERS I SWEAR SPIDERS, reader's a lil bug lover, jamil gets traumatized, kalim is just trying to help but isn't ☛the author's notes; i hate spiders, but i think this'll be funny ☪look at the catalogue?

You loved spiders. More specifically, bugs and critters with more than four legs, but spiders were your favorite. 

Jamil hates spiders. Loathes anything that dares to skitter and crawl in his general vicinity. Spiders, even so. 

Despite this, you and Jamil have, somehow, become good friends. At first, it was only because of Kalim becoming friends with you and bringing you over to the dorm. You had even brought your pet spider over once. That was quite the event in Scarabia. 

It took a long time, emphasis on long, for Jamil to actually warm up to you. Especially with your tendency to find random bugs on the floor and bringing it over to your friends to show. 

For example, when you were first hanging out with Jamil, you had found a little group of pill bugs and was ecstatic at the find. Jamil and Kalim were sitting nearby having lunch as usual. You rush over to the two, hands cupped around the pill bugs, a grin on your lips and clearly giddy. 

“Guys, guys! Look what I found!” Jamil and Kalim looked over at you just as you opened your hands to reveal the small little critters crawling around on your palm. 

Kalim’s first reaction was to marvel at such tiny little creatures while Jamil’s breath hitched and he let out a short yell of surprise and shoved your hand away. The pill bugs went flying before they fell back onto the floor and skittered away. Once Jamil had realized what he did, he apologized in some attempt to regain his composure, but you just laughed and assured the vice housewarden that it was alright and that you’d do your best to not show him any bugs, directly, again. 

And you kept that promise at the very least, though it didn’t extend to talking about bugs. While Jamil wasn’t particularly fond of whenever you talked about bugs, he didn’t mind just listening to you talk. So came this tentative agreement of Jamil listening to you talk about bugs so your itch for bugs could be satiated and you being able to talk about your interest with your friend without freaking him out too much. 

Kalim had invited you over to another sleepover of his and, as usual, you accepted the invite, with one request to bring over your pet spider to show to Kalim. Of course, you told him that you’d keep the eight legged arachnid in her cage and you warned Jamil about your plans so he knew to stay as far away as he needed. 

When you had finally arrived at Scarabia, with your precious spider in tow, Kalim was all smiles and cheer while Jamil was at least four steps away from you. He couldn’t stay too far away, what with Kalim’s usual antics, but Jamil stayed a good distance away. The night went on as normal, the usual sleepover activities of eating popcorn together, telling stories, and eating junk food, with the addition of you infodumping about your spider. You had to get up to go to the bathroom and when you returned, Kalim wasn’t in the little pillow pile. Nor was your spider in her glass cage. 

And then you heard a familiar scream and your legs were moving before your brain could catch up. 

“Stop trying to touch it! No! Kalim!” 

“W-Wait I can do thisㅡ Gimme a second Jamil!” 

“KALIM STOP!”

Jamil’s terrified screams lead you to the end of one of Scarabia’s hallways, with Jamil back up in a corner, your spider just idling about on the floor, and Kalim, trying to pick up your spider, but only ushering it towards Jamil further. In summary, this was not the most ideal situation. 

You were quick to rush to Jamil’s aid, scooping up your pet safely. After taking a moment to coo and teasingly chide your arachnid, you rush to get her back into her enclosure, making sure to secure the cage tight before rushing back to check on Jamil. 

He was doing one of those breathing exercises, taking in a deep breath in slowly and doing the same when breathing out. You patted his shoulder in an attempt at comforting, to which Jamil was grateful for. 

It seemed like you apologized over a hundred times, for not watching your spider, for not realizing that the cage may have been loose or ajar, and basically just begging for forgiveness for your seeming neglect. Jamil had to stop you from apologizing once more, practically shaking you in pleas to stop. You did, after one more apology, a nervous expression on your face in comparison to Jamil’s more calm, but also tired one. 

Somehow, you and Kalim managed to coax Jamil into the pillow pile, though you had moved your spider out of Jamil’s proximity. Kalim had even gone so far as to go to Sam’s to get some snacks for Jamil. The rest of the night had been spent as it usually would, talking together, watching videos on magicam, and even baking together. Though, more like it was Jamil and you baking with Kalim watching. 

It definitely helped Jamil with getting that encounter from earlier out of his head and calm him down some. The night ended with Jamil ushering Kalim to bed and you being left on the pillow pile to sleep. Jamil comes back and sits beside you, shoulders slumped as he allows the day’s weariness to wash over him. 

You rolled over onto your side to face him, blinking a bit at him in the dim dorm room. 

“Sorry.” 

A sigh, a roll of his eyes, and a small chuckle from you. 

“Stop apologizing. It’s nothing.” 

“You were screaming pretty loudly.”

You got hit in the shoulder swiftly after your comment and it made you laugh. A bit of silence for a few moments and you opened your mouth to apologize again. 

“You know that Kalim did it, right?” 

This is what finally got you to stop for a second, mind running over the possibilities of how or why. Thankfully, Jamil answers that question for you.

“You know not to leave Kalim without supervision. Especially things he shouldn’t be touching.” An exhale of air leaves you, a cross between a sigh and an exasperated chuckle. Hands drag down your face, head leaning back against the pillows. Jamil does the same, laying down, that is, eyes closing and hands propping his head up. 

It’s a comforting feeling, laying next to your friend, despite the grievances caused by today. He ended up falling asleep next to you with you following soon after. Peacefully sleeping, side by side, with a little spider by your side.

#✎haunted books✎ #briarvalleyarchives #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland writing #twst writing #my writing

[comingyourlugubriousness]

⭐ For Yume! ⭐

1- 4- and 20!

🌙🌙🌙🌙

Do you have a song that represents your OC, if so why?

I have SEVERAL songs that represent Yume. Last time I answered a song in this post, that made me think of Yume's overall time in Twisted Wonderland. (It's a sorta long post with analysis.) And @bunnwich has said that "Waiting on a Miracle" from Encanto reminds them of Yume. Most recently the song that represents Yume for me is. Camera's by Matt and Kim.

"No time for cameras We'll use our eyes instead No time for cameras We'll be gone when we're dead No time for cameras We'll use our eyes instead I see flashes of gold."

I love the idea of Yume slowly coming out of their shell and learning that they need to be more than just a spectator in life if they wanna be happy not only in the future but now as well! 0v0

Honestly, I should just drop and Yume Ume Playlist. (And my cheez whiz Yume x Idia playlist too)

Who is your OC’s closest platonic friend?

I know I KNOW I DONT TALK ABOUT IT MUCH!

But Ruggie and Yume are besties y'all! They don't really know how it happened either considering Yume disliked his smug aura and hates when people steal from them specifically. And Ruggie can smell a goodie too shoes a mile away. Of course, that's just the surface-level projection of both of them.

Once they get to know each other in and after chapter 2 they both see past that and realize they have things in common and of course a dumb similar taste in humor.

Add that to the fact that Yuuta and Leona "hang out" and also Jack and Yuuhi "hang out", and it leaves Yume and Ruggie as the platonic 3rd wheels. So they kinda just gravitate toward each other during those times too. Don't get them wrong, Grim, Deuce, and Ace were their first friends and hold a special place in their heart. But I think they get along with Ruggie on a very visceral level that they didn't expect lol. Reminds me of this OLD but still good meme:

Tell us about a complicated relationship your OC has with another character?

Last time with this question I talked about Yume's relationship with Jamil! So this time let me talk about Yume's relationship with KALIM!

Oh boy where to start. Yume didn't officially meet Kalim until chapter 4 and was very skeptical meet a genuinely kind person at NRC, especially after getting betrayed by Azul. So when Kalim is just genuinely nice and kind it kinda threw them for a loop. And then he started talking and saying nice things ABOUT Yume. Compliments they've never heard from anyone before! Plus the fact that he was so touchy (in a good way! Yume enjoys casual affection)

And the whole flying carpet under the stars didn't help (even with their brothers with them the whole time.)

So yeah it kinda developed into a big time crush, unfortunately. Though after going through the events of chapter 4 they realize that Jamil and Kalim have their own things to work through and that maybe trying to get into a relationship with Kalim...isn't right at the moment. (Plus all their fear of rejection/vulnerability/ and inexperience when it comes to dating in general. Oh, and not to mention the feelings they're definitely not catching from some shut-in gamer boy too.) Still they don't really shake their crush completely until I'd say the near end of my fic The Diamond in the Rough and the Boy without a Fairy. (Which takes place between chapters 4 and 5 in game)

Though they still find things awkward around Kalim so that leads to them just kind of...avoiding him for a while. It's a lil shitty on their part but eventually Kalim notices and they both officially have a talk of sorts that clears the air in Chapter 5 (during the VDC training camp.) I do plan on writing it one day but right now I'm in the middle of writing other lore!

What are your OC’s minor fears?

SPIDERS, TALKING TO STRANGERS, TALKING ON THE PHONE. HEIGHTS, ADVANCED DARKNESS! FLOYD LURKING IN THE CORNER WITH THAT LOOK ON HIS FACE! (the usual) 20. What chapter does your OC get the most personal character development? @cyn-write asked this question too!

Definitely Chapter 3! I feel like in me and @bunnwich timeline so many things happen around that time.

The Ramshackle gang getting to know their respective love interests, Yuuta/Yuuhi getting their respective weapons, Yume snapping and going a little insane on how to plan and get back at Azul and showing that they're not just a shy goody goody. It just is a time when the brothers are starting to really feel like they understand and belong in Twisted Wonderland to a degree y'know?

ANYWAY SORRY THIS GOT SONG LONG! The muses possessed me.

#pumpkin talk #long post #whoops #twisted wonderland #twst oc #yume ume #disney twisted wonderland #mention: oc x canon #yume and friends #twst mc #yuusona #ask game #thanks for the ask #I have so much hidden lore it shakes around in my like peas in a can

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

The Big Boss Battle!! (^.^) sort of. God, this was a mess of a chapter to get out!! (>.<) this is kind of a rough one, by the way, sorry guys!!

@hobiesgender @hadesdaughter2002 @lirulua

Masterlist

There was still a lot going on.

Miles had darted forward, and the Spot opened up a dimensional wormhole in front of him; Miles nearly fell out of a third story window, just barely catching himself in time with a well-placed web. Hobie and Pavitr tried to tag team against him, using their webs to shoot at him, only to duck out of the way at the last second to avoid the Spot’s portals throwing their attacks at each other rather than him.

Gwen dropped from above and kicked him in the side, throwing him off balance and making him fall face first into the ground. He growled as he scrambled to his feet, creating a black hole that Gwen went through on her second attempt at a hit. Miles yelled at that, senses going haywire even if Gwen did appear falling out of the sky two seconds later; her arms pinwheeled as she tried to shoot a web to catch herself and missed, and Miles threw himself towards her. With one hand already holding onto his swinging web, he slammed into her at just the right angle. She gasped at the impact, gripping onto him tightly as they slammed into the side of another building.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, voice trembling just a little, “oh my god, oh my god…”

“Spider-Woman!” Hobie yelled up, appearing next to the both of them. “Spider-Woman, you good?”

“Oh my god.” Gwen gasped in response. Hobie tried to get through to her, but Miles had stopped paying attention to that in favor of darting down at the Spot.

He slammed into him hard, taking him down a second time but not getting him out of the fight. They grappled together, Miles’s hands intermittently dropping into the spots on Spot and vanishing for a moment before he yanked them out again. Something slammed into them both, and Miles snarled loudly as his grip loosened and the Spot vanished. He skid a bit on the concrete, pushing himself up on aching wrists as he took a moment to look around him; in the fighting going on, the police had shown up, setting up what looked like blockades around the fight, and Miles felt his heart rate spike without fully understanding why.

Peter B and Noir were trying to fight the Spot right now, with Gwen and Ham throwing their help in between trying to evacuate, which Pavitr and Peni were focused on. Hobie was swinging around, throwing occasional attacks at the Spot, helping the random citizen who got too close or couldn’t get out, but seemed focused on the police; he destroyed the falling debris that would potentially crush groups of police who couldn’t move from their spots, yanked what policemen he could from getting hit by something that could potentially kill them, all the while snarking back at Gwen whenever she had a chance to mock him for it.

A noise from his left had him jerking his head to the side, and he sort of watched as a building crumbled down to pieces (Noir had thrown what looked like a bus at the Spot, who had opened up a portal just in front of himself and directed it to the top of a building instead; it hit the side of it at speed and the structural integrity of the building did not manage to hold) where a little girl in a red dress was crouching with her hands over her head. She was far away enough that none of the Spiders could get to her in time, close enough that she could be seen, she looked familiar, in the sense that Miles could’ve sworn he’d seen her —

An officer ran towards her, ducking around flying projectiles and falling pieces of building as best as he could, and Miles felt his entire awareness pinpoint on those two specifically. Without conscious thought, he pushed himself up — they weren’t too far away, he could make it, he could save —

Something slammed into his side, hard, and Miles went crashing into an empty bodega. It took him only a second to scramble to his feet again, and he twisted around to stare down Miguel, who was tilting his head so that his neck cracked. Miles felt a growl start in his chest, low and rumbling, and Miguel answered back with a growl of his own.

“I can’t let you do this.” He snarled, and Miles snapped his teeth in return. “You have no idea what you’re messing with!”

He lunged at Miguel, trying to get past him; Miguel grabbed his arm and threw him back into the bodega. Miles didn’t fall this time, sliding backwards on his feet but maintaining his balance. Outside, he could just hear Gwen’s voice, her words cutting off mid-quip as she got hit, Ham letting out what sounded like a war cry that ended in the loud sound of something crashing into something else. He tried lunging again, but Miguel caught him again and threw him back. His claws got caught in the latex of his suit, tearing it where he’d gripped Miles.

“Out of my way!” He snarled, and Miguel drew himself to his full height again. He looked genuinely apologetic, which was great but not exactly what Miles needed right at that moment, thanks, but crucially — crucially — the man did not move out of Miles’s way. Miles threw himself forward again, managing that time to just get past Miguel; when he was grabbed, it was by the scruff of his suit, and he got the glimpse of falling debris, his father carefully lifting the girl —

“DAD!” He yelled, but Jefferson was far too far away to hear him, and Miles was trying to get away but Miguel wasn’t letting him, his suit was tearing under Miguel’s grip but wasn’t tearing fast enough, and Jefferson turned with the little girl in his arms, her red dress bright against the blue of his shirt, and Miles felt the tears as they fell down his face distantly; he was panicking, scrambling, but nothing was working, nothing was working, nothing was —

The building finished collapsing. Jefferson tripped over something in the chaos, going down but managing to just shove the small girl out of the way enough that the dust enveloped her as the debris hit the ground. Miles froze, everything around him going quiet. He didn’t think his heart was even beating, he definitely wasn’t even breathing, he wasn’t even fighting Miguel anymore. Miguel let the back of his suit go, finally, but Miles couldn’t bring himself to move at all; he dropped to the floor, staring at the last place he’d seen his father.

Distantly, he was aware that Miguel was talking to him, saying something, but he couldn’t hear it. He stared harder, breath starting to come in gasps, almost willing something to change while knowing instinctively that nothing was going to. God, the last time he’d talked to his dad was the block party, when he delivered those stupid ass cakes that read “I’m disappointed” and when his dad had grounded him for talking back to the both of them. Miles let out a cry, pathetic and longing for his dad, and then —

The rubble shifted.

#punkflower #miles morales #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #gwen stacy #jefferson davis #jefferson morales #the spot #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #part 16

[lemonlamblaura]

Saw people making headcanons for the Moonshine Mob and I wanted to take a crack at it. Spoiler alert, they're all dicks and none of them have last names because last names hard

Spider mobster (Reggie)

Typical tough mobster guy. Compensates for his lack of intelligence by being a douche to almost everyone. Total mama's boy tho, he joined the mob initially to keep her safe from a lot of gang violence. She died a long time ago, so now he feels like he has no one to confide in and that doesn't help his anger issues. Likes to dress fancy to forget how poor he used to be. The fly mobsters answer specifically to him, Announcer Snail doesn't bother with them.

Light bug (Maud)

Married Reggie purely for his access to power. She has quite a cold personality and rarely shows affection, even to her husband. She used to be a cabaret dancer, hence the large fluffy fan, but wanted out of that lifestyle because she felt it was beneath her and it didn't make her much money. She and Reggie met at one of her shows. Other than dancing, she likes shopping for extravagant things and making Reggie work. She and Reggie don't have kids and don't plan on having any anytime soon.

Announcer Snail (Samson)

Born into power as his father was the head of the mob before one of his cronies took over, whom Samson had assassinated. Been leading the Moonshine Mob for many years, even before the prohibition. Quite clever and relentless, and has no problem having others take his shots for him as long as he comes out on top. His scar was caused by the head of a rival gang trying to kill him, before Reggie and the flies showed up. He makes no attempt to hide the scar and sees it as a badge of honor and a wordless threat to others who would try to stop him. Has a habit of using his megaphone in inappropriate situations, but no one dares to correct him since he's the boss.

Caterpillar (Amos)

The mob's accountant, takes care of all the money coming and going. Quick to panic, especially when tax season comes, but he's gotten very good at evading taxes over the years. Reggie is a huge bully towards him and doesn't hesitate to push him around and physically abuse him and belittle him. Maud is nice to him sometimes but usually out of pity. They kissed once. He has a cover job working for a bank. Had an ordinary childhood.

Anteater (Harry)

Homeless and uneducated, he once roamed the outside of bug city hoping to catch some hapless insect for his next meal (he'll eat any bug if he's hungry enough but ants are his favorite). Samson had the idea to get Harry to work for the mob as their muscle when they need help from the ant police. "Come work with us and you can eat all the ants you want" kind of a deal. Easy food, right? Though Harry admittedly isn't very smart, he's trying to educate himself and teach himself how to read. Any insect that teases him about it gets eaten. He likes to keep his fur clean and brushes it often, and takes lots of baths too.

#cuphead #cuphead the delicious last course #moonshine mob #bootlegger boogie #cuphead dlc

[stormvanari]

i bring thee a bunch of random TC facts i made:

-Beetle Milk is a variant of Spider Milk. It tastes like almond milk.

-Sonore can only sleep when there’s too much noise, such as a thunderstorm

-The reason why Darian and Loopy have similar bow ties is because the former councilor’s is a gift from Loopy. Darian’s was given after rescuing the to-be Abomination Councilor on the run from the Emperor’s Coven, who were trying to brand her.

-Adding to above, Loopy was one of the many missing (wild) witches until reappearing in post-WAD (before the Epilogue)

-With the exception of Cherry and Ilya, none of the Titan’s Councilor joined a coven

-Ilya was one of the researchers during the early stages of the sigil-removing process.

-Jerbo is still working under the Titan’s Council, even after RED stepped down from their seats

-Dracord is a BI version of Discord. The Titan’s Councilors have a private and personal server where things get a bit too silly (all 9 are there only)

-Darian’s ability is fueled by memory. He can only summon weapons he knows, including how they work. Otherwise, his tail and basilisk form are his only weapons. Darian has an assload of images of rifles in his mind

-Salty is a member, specifically a first mate, of Sonore’s “Demon Realm Expedition.” You can say they’re on the same boat (literally), and it’s evident that the two demons became friends after their first few missions beyond the Boiling Sea together

-Loopy can literally make finger puppets. As a master Abomination witch, crude appearances of witches she knows are shaped on each of her fingers, and the hair that has this can combine into two “hand (or hair, in Loopy’s case) puppets” for each pigtail

-Ilya and Cherry go way back in Talarus Institute, the former as an ex-principal and latter as one of the Healing Councilor’s students. Becoming members of the BI’s new government felt like a school reunion, but a bit awkward because Cherry’s temper...well, worsened the last time Ilya saw them before the tryouts and the school fire.

-While Ilya demonstrates apathy in the present, deep inside is a small group of emotions he tucked away after the burning of TI’s original incarnation. Those emotions began to leak out once he works with Cherry in the council, sometimes showing bits of his therapist-like side

-Yurei used to work in a similar job like that one ghost(?) demon that Eda hired to spy on Raine

-There was skepticism regarding Darian becoming an Illusion Councilor, but the basilisks’ votes helped him: *upon recognizing that pretentious voice on the crystal ball* “HE’S ALIVE????”

-Jasmine is quick at catching things flying at a speed of a bullet

-Cherry calls the fruits they’re allergic to as “shitrus”

-Ripley used to write fanfiction a lot as a track student, and she still does as an adult!

-Ripley’s a lesbian

-Yurei’s agender (applies to its corporeal form in the Ghastly Ages)

-Loopy’s aunt, who currently works as the manager of the Bonesborough Carnival, was the previous Abomination Coven Head before Darius. Thus, Loopy worked as a ringmaster and this former role made her a primary candidate for the Titan’s Council

-Yurei is described as the leader of the council, due to its no-nonsense nature

-Combining the fury of Darian and Sonore is the most terrifying combo the BI will ever see: it’s gonna be the storm of a lifetime

-A single swing of whatever Berylis wields (ex: brewball stick) can explode a griffin

-Jasmine has yet to snap

-Of all the councilors, Gus barely interacts with Loopy (hint: coulrophobia)

-Aside jazz, Sonore’s also a metal (music) fan

-Ripley originally worked as a part-time librarian

-Darian currently lives in a town near the University of Wild Magic (in order to reconnect with his old basilisk buddies)

-Jasmine has amazing survival skills. However, she slowly “withers” when exposed to snow for a long time

-Darian doesn’t know who this “Meep-0” humans have been referring him as, since they claim the stranger has a striking voice as the “floating British roomba”

-Since the rebuilding of the BI, Cherry has been going to therapy for a while. Being part of the council made them mellow out slowly.

-Ilya hates going up on slopes by foot

-Berylis technically acts like the Announcer from the SSB series (4 and U)

-If the Coven Heads represent the BLU team, then the Titan’s Council are the RED team:

Offense: Berylis (Scout), Sonore (Soldier), Loopy (Pyro)

Defense: Cherry (Demoman), Ripley (Heavy), Darian (Engineer)

Support: Ilya (Medic), Jasmine (Sniper), Yurei (Spy)

#titan’s council #toh oc #oc #loopy crulle #sonore skual #ripley wolsteen #berylis gelumbera #ilya jelyses #darian vernworth #yurei omiku #jasmine kulatai omiku #cherry zitrino #i typed these as i did my college work #loopy ‘lUCKilY I can disappear into aNY rOLE’ crulle