#man; it's been a WHILE since i did a comic on here; huh?

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

t!tommy swimming right into the face of g!ranboo who's chilling in their cave and the mer chasing tommy takes one look at Ranboo and goes "N OP E" leaving tommy cupped in the palm of Ranboos hands who is making a confused trill noise

holding this SO SO gently.

also guess who just spent, like. four hours drawing bc they were inspired by this ask,, dkdndkdjd.

half of that time was dedicated to drawing what were supposed to be quick references so i knew what exactly i was drawing. and then two hours passed.

tommy is based off of a red snapper, and ranboo is an octopus!! the red and green bits on boo's can glow!!!! these aren't the exact colors, outside of the eyes,,, it's duller because i was attempting to be simplistic so i wouldn't spend too long on this. emphasis on attempting.

anyway– now,, for what i was intending to do in the first place. this isn't quite what the anon wrote out,, but this is what i had planned for this!

#asks #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #my art #tiny!tommy #giant!ranboo #man; it's been a WHILE since i did a comic on here; huh? #remember when i tried mainly drawing comics bc i was self-conscious of my writing skills? me neither;; dkdjkdjdkdjdk #i was gonna smooth out the comic a bit more; make it cleaner #but then my ipad was on a low percent so i had to wrap it up quick dkdjkejsosjs #still happy with it; tho #the shark mer isn't important they're just Random Antagonist

[yabakuboi]

merman steve pt 2

a continuation of this for @spectrum-spectre, now with some pre-steddie~!

Henderson is skulking around in the cereal aisle when Eddie spots him.

The kid has been a bit of enigma to Eddie since he met him at the beginning of last fall semester. Dustin had a tight group of friends, but often times, he caught the gang of them sans Henderson and the fact seemed to annoy the hell out of them.

"He just goes off on on his own sometimes," Baby Beyers would say.

"He won't tell anyone where or why or with who," Mini Wheeler would snarl.

"And it's definitely not to talk to his girlfriend, because we hear ALL about that," Big Sinclair would sigh, rolling his eyes.

So catching kid creeping around the grocery store minus the rest of his party, after hearing many complains of his mysterious disappearances? Color Eddie intrigued.

"Hendersooon," Eddie sang, wrapping an arm around Dustin's neck to keep him from escaping. "Whatcha doing?"

"Eddie!" he said brightly, grinning at him. "Just buying some snacks. Hey, which cereal do you think a fish can eat?"

Eddie stares at him for a moment, blinking. "Uh..."

Henderson's face scrunches up. "I guess he's not really a fish though, so I'll try whatever." He grabs a box of Honey Combs from the shelf.

"Dude, are you keeping a sea turtle at your house again? You know that's illegal."

"No!" Henderson snaps, flushing. "And I was going to take Dart back after show and tell, I had already promised Steve!"

"Steve?" That was a new name. Eddie hadn't heard Henderson talk about a Steve before, and the guy was kind of a motormouth and a terrible liar. The only time Eddie had seen him actually avoid a topic was when his little disappearing acts were brought up. "Who's Steve?"

Henderson's eyes go comically wide. "No-one! I don't know any Steves!"

Eddie knew at least three Steves, and two were in Henderson's grade. "Uh-huh."

"Anyways," Dustin says, clutching the box of Honey Combs to his chest as he backs down the aisle. "I gotta go man, nice seeing you, bye!"

Bemused, Eddie watches him go. He's planning to give Henderson a five minute head start before he goes to tail him, but apparently, he needn't to have planned a stake out after all. Henderson finds him again, two aisles over, panting and red-faced.

"Actually, can you give me a ride?"

🧜‍♂️

"Eddie," Henderson says, voice even more serious and deadly than the time the party took on Vecna last month during their campaign. "I need you to swear that you will never, ever tell anyone about what I'm going to show you."

Eddie cocks a brow at him. "Is this a drugs thing? Dude, you—"

"No!" Henderson snaps. "This is not a drug thing! This is a very serious life and death thing, and I need you to swear on you life you won't tell anyone about it."

"Dude," Eddie says, a little in awe. He stares out his windshield for a moment where they're still parked just outside of town. He can hear sounds of the ocean just past the ridge, waves crashing on the cliffs. It's a remote little area, opposite of the tourist favored beaches. Eddie, in fact, deals just a few miles down the shoreline from here. "Did you bring me out here to kill me? Are you the world's dorkiest serial killer?"

"Eddie." Eddie turns to look at him. His face is grave, brows furrowed with real worry. "I'm serious."

"Okay... Okay, then."

"You have to swear."

"I swear."

And just like that, Henderson's face breaks into a bright smile. "I knew I could trust you!" he crows, grabbing up his bag from the store and kicking open his door.

Eddie stumbles out of his van after him, listening intently as they pick their way over the rocks.

"He's so cool, Eddie, you're going to love him. He totally saved my life when I was like ten and I got pulled out on a rip tide. Like, I really almost died dude and then he just swims up out of no where and helps me catch my breath. Helps me float there while I'm freaking out too until the life guard finally came out to get me. It was crazy! I come out here all the time to visit him, I think he gets a little lonely. So it's good you're here, I've been trying to think of someone else to introduce him to, but it's hard to figure out who's going to freak out and try to sell him to Sea World, or something."

They crest over the hill to a tiny little cove bitten out of the rocky shore, and carefully begin to make their way back down to the water's edge. Eddie's still not entirely sure Henderson hasn't brought him here to die. Maybe Steve is the serial killer and he uses Henderson as bait.

"Okay, okay," Dustin says, once they reach the water. It's calmer here, the cliffs cutting this spot off from the larger waves. "Are you ready to see the coolest thing EVER?"

"Uh, sure, kid—"

Eddie doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence when he starts yelling.

"STEVE THIS IS EDDIE I BROUGHT HIM TO MEET YOU I PROMISE IT'S SAFE!"

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hisses, covering his ears. The lungs on this kid! "What the fuck dude— WHAT THE FUCK!!"

Because when he looks down, there is a face in the water. Eddie falls back on his ass, uncaring of the water soaking his jeans, and screams when the face in the water rises up out the ocean.

It looks pissed.

"Dustin," it says, glaring at Eddie. Eddie screams again, because it—the guy—the mermaid lifts himself fully onto the rocks, and he doesn't have any legs. Because he has a fucking tail.

A fucking fish tail.

"Steve!" Dustin cheers. "You came out."

"You sure?" the goddamn mermaid asks, finally taking his piercing, alien eyes off of Eddie to look at him. "Sure it safe?"

"Absolutely," Dustin says hastily, crouching beside Eddie to put his hands on his shoulders. "Eddie just screams a lot, I promise you, he's totally safe."

"R-Right," Eddie says, because he does not want to be eaten. Maybe Dustin's been dragging unsuspecting victims here to feed his pet goddamn mermaid instead of a serial killer. "Totally safe, that's me."

Steve, the goddamn fucking mermaid, looks him up and down doubtfully, and it's terrifying having those eyes on him, unnaturally yellow surrounded by black. His face is distressingly human, nose and mouth and ears with a mop of dark hair on his head. He has these bright shimmering scales across his cheekbones that dot down his jaw and neck, iridescent and glimmering in the afternoon sun. Eddie can't bring himself to look down further, scared and enraptured all at once.

Steve is terrifying and beautiful to look at.

"Fine," says Steve and pushes himself gracefully back into the water, disappearing into the dark depths.

"What the fuck," Eddie breathes. He looks up at Dustin with wide eyes. "Dude, what the fuck."

Dustin just grins down at him. "Isn't he the coolest?!"

#stranger things #steddie #ficlet fill #that's quickly turning into a fic that's fun #I WANTED YOU TO HAVE MORE HERE'S MORE MWAH #my steddies

[sooniebby]

Hi, were you accepting request? if so, could i request a nsfw fiction? where m!reader is having an intimate night with his soft boyfriend (any male character you're simping for) who's happy to pop m!reader's virginity and bottomed him out with lots of cum!

“would you look at this? there's a bulge inside you, so adorable just like you..”

ఌ 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈

❝ 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚?! ❞

꧁ 𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 1.9k

Rating › NSFW

Warnings › cringy idiots having sex

Kinks › creampie

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Denji was ready. He prepared everything in advance—something he rarely does which told Aki and Power that he indeed was serious. The small apartment they shared was empty with just Denji and his boyfriend, (Name). They had been dating for almost six months which was honestly a record for Denji. 

He was honestly not sure what shocked him the most: that he was dating a man or that their relationship lasted more than a week. 

But he had gotten over that. Denji silently smirked to himself, not noticing the raised eyebrows he got from (Name). 

Honestly, (Name) should’ve been used to Denji’s strange quirks by now. 

(Name) was only an inch taller than Denji and had more muscle on him compared to his previously malnourished boyfriend. Maybe that’s why Denji thought (Name) was supposed to take the lead in the relationship. 

That’s what the comics showed. 

“Denji, if you’re done smiling to yourself, can you pass me the remote?” (Name) asked, holding his hand out. Denji bristled but handed him the remote, eyeing the other beside him. 

Okay, maybe he was just stupid, but wasn’t something supposed to happen by now? 

(Name) changed the channels until it was on some random action movie. He hummed as he moved to rest his head on Denji’s lap, getting himself comfortable. Denji couldn’t help his urge to tangle his hand in (Name)’s hair, doing some little braids that would be a pain to undo later. 

It stayed like that for a moment—just the two enjoying each other’s company. 

“Something wrong?” (Name) asked. 

Denji hummed. “No. Why?” That was one of the weird things about (Name). It was like he was able to feel whenever Denji was overthinking something. 

“You’ve been on edge ever since I got here.” (Name) moved to sit up to look at Denji. “Was it…?” He trailed off to let Denji get the idea. (Name) hated Makima and really any one that took advantage of Denji’s naivety but he knew not to state it outloud. 

Who knew if she could hear their every move? 

Denji frowned. Damn, did he really suck at hiding his emotions? “Uh, well, it’s really just I thought you’d do something by now.” 

“Do what?” 

“Sex.” 

(Name) blushed. If this was any other situation, Denji would’ve began celebrating since it was practically impossible to get (Name) to blush. But right now, he was worried his boyfriend would faint from overheating. 

Was he embarrassed by sex? 

“Do you not want to have sex? You’ve dated before.” Denji said. 

“But….” (Name) looked away. “I’ve never had sex before.” 

Denji blinked. 

No way. 

No fucking way! 

“Huh?!” He yelled, a bit too loud for (Name) who suddenly turned back to stare at him with a scowl on his face. 

“What?! Why’s that so hard to believe?” 

“How can you date other people but not have sex?” 

“I was scared…” (Name) muttered. 

Denji was so confused. How could (Name) fight devils with no issue but he somehow had a problem with having sex? Denji stared at him with a confused look that only embarrassed (Name) even more. They stayed like that for a moment while the movie continued on in the background. 

“Was this why you wanted to have this sleepover?” (Name) asked, his cheeks finally returning to back to normal. 

Denji shrugged. “Half of it. I also just wanted to spend time with you.” 

(Name) bit his lip. “We can have sex but I might be a bit bad…” 

“It’s not like I’ve ever had sex ,” Denji stated. 

“I should get ready then,” (Name) said, standing up. 

“Ready for what?” 

“….for you to fuck me, did you forget already?” (Name) asked, his usual snappiness coming back. 

Denji paused. “You…. You’ll take my dick inside you?!” He asked, shocked at the new development. 

(Name) stared at him as if he was crazy. “Yeah, I don’t want to top. Besides, I doubt you know how to open yourself.” 

“Open myself?!” 

“Do you even know what has to happen for us to have sex?! Neither of us have a vagina!” 

“I thought the person who had the biggest dick tops.” 

(Name) frowned. “Where did you learn all of this?” 

“Manga….” 

“Just ask me next time. But you have the bigger dick anyway.” (Name) said, walking away to the bathroom. 

Denji blinked. 

Wait how did he know that? 

ꕤ

(Name) was scared. Yeah, sure, he had been wanting to have sex with Denji but he was also terrified. A dick was supposed to go inside his asshole. That’s scary! What if it tears him open?! 

He sighed, looking around in the bathroom for any type of lube. Much to his surprise, he did. He tried not to imagine who this belonged to. (Name) walked over to the small bedroom that Denji was already in, pacing around. 

“You okay?” 

Denji nodded, stopping in his tracks. “I quickly read one of Aki’s hidden porn mag and saw what I have to do.” 

“Uh, okay. Do you mind getting out so I prepare?” 

“No. I wanna see.” Denji said before quickly realising how harsh he sounded. “If you don’t mind…” 

(Name) controlled his urge to pout. “Sure, fine. Just don’t look at me weird.” He slipped off his pyjamas and laid down on the bed. It was a bit odd to be fully naked in front of Denji but he tried to ignore it as he slipped off his boxers. 

With shaky hands, he grabbed the lube to squeeze out a generous amount and went straight to his ass. (Name) moved himself to where his legs was pulled closer to his chest as he easily slipped in a finger inside himself. 

“So easily?” Denji asked, not noticing the look of embarrassment on (Name)’s face. 

“I masturbated this morning…” He whispered, slipping in another finger with ease. It was somehow making him horny to masturbate in front of his boyfriend. Maybe he was a pervert.

Soft moans left (Name)’s lips as he tried to open himself up as much as possible. His face was dusted pink, feeling the watchful eyes of Denji. He wondered what he was thinking. 

Did he think he was sexy? 

“(Name)…” 

“Mmh?” 

Denji was way closer than he was earlier. He stared at (Name) as he gently reached over and parted his legs even further to get a better look. 

“Your legs are in the way.” Denji said, grinning at the whine of embarrassment he got from (Name). “Are you ready?” 

(Name) glanced down at the bulge in Denji’s pants and gulped. He was ready physically but mentally? 

“Yeah. Just don’t go so hard…” 

Denji simply grinned and motioned for (Name) to lay down. He pulled down his pants, not having worn boxers, and grabbed some lube to spread on his cock. It was a bit cold… 

This certainly wasn’t his own lube. 

Oh. 

He shuddered at the thought of either Power or Aki using it. (Name) was too busy counting cats in his head to notice Denji’s panicked thinking. A laugh caught his attention as (Name) looked down to see Denji in between his legs. 

“What are you laughing at?” 

“Nothing…. It’s just I thought since you were bigger than me that you’d have a bigger dick,” Denji said, staring at down at (Name)’s 4 inch dick that seemed to twitch under his gaze. (Name) glared at him, sitting up to get a glance at Denji’s cock when his skin turned pale. 

“What the fuck…?” 

“What? Is it ugly?” 

“No… Are you a grower?!” 

The one time (Name) had saw Denji’s cock, it was large but not as big as it is now. It had to be close to eight inches than the five that he last saw. Denji blushed while a confident smile grew on his lips. 

(Name) rolled his eyes but laid back down. Denji took that as a sign to go ahead. He inched in closer and pressed his dick right at (Name)’s hole that was dripping with the copious amount of lube he had used earlier. It was a bit scary for (Name) but Denji was excited. 

This was way better than what he imagined. 

He was going to give his boyfriend the best night of his life. 

With one swift movement, he easily pushed inside. (Name)’s breathing hitched, a soft whine leaving his lips. He gripped the bed sheets beneath him as Denji continued to push his entire length inside. It should’ve embarrassed him at how easily he took him in but he was sort of proud of his body. 

Once Denji was fully inside, their skin touching, he finally looked down at (Name)’s stomach. It was a bit toned from the work they did but still had a softness that he loved to play with. But there was something causing (Name)’s stomach to bulge. 

Was it his dick? 

“(Name).” 

Only a pitiful whimper left (Name)’s lips. 

“There’s a bulge inside of you from me.” 

(Name) let out a gasp of concern as he glanced down to see it was indeed true. He was shocked. And horny as his lower region tightened around Denji’s dick. Denji groaned and a playful smirk appeared on his lips. 

Denji trailed a hand on (Name)’s stomach and lightly touched the bulge. He leaned down to press a kiss on his lips. 

“It’s cute, like you.” 

With that, he began to slowly pull out and slam back inside. (Name) mouth opened in a silent scream as Denji used most of his strength to keep up the harsh motion. (Name) wanted to kill Denji for not going slow like he wanted but he couldn’t deny that it felt so good. 

There was a constant pressure on something inside of him. Whenever Denji so much as brushed it—(Name)’s body jerked upwards as he moaned. Their neighbors were going to kill them in the morning. 

(Name) reached over to wrap his arms around Denji’s neck, bringing him close to kiss him once more. This only seemed to make Denji gain more energy as he reached down and grasped (Name)’s right leg, pulling it up more to gain more space to move faster. 

The position for (Name) was a bit uncomfortable but he had no time to complain. 

Denji pulled away from the kiss and groaned. “I see why you wanted to bottom. I feel like I’m going to pass out already.” He said, his thrusts getting considerably inconsistent. 

(Name) smirked, “aw, you can’t handle it?” Denji simply stared at him as if he shouldn’t have said that.

Maybe he shouldn’t have because obviously the guy with a devil living inside of him has more power than the average human. 

It could’ve been, maybe almost ten minutes, of Denji’s inhumane thrusts. (Name)’s stomach was covered in his own cum that had began to be more watery after the third time. His throat was sore and honestly he wished he kept his damn mouth shut. 

“Denji…” he whined. 

Denji simply hummed, nipping at (Name)’s neck as he slowed down his thrusts. 

“Finish already. I’m so tired…” 

“Fine, fine. I’m close anyway,” Denji grunted, easily flipping over (Name) to lay on his knees and face away from him. It took only a few more harsh thrusts that deliberately touched the magic spot inside of (Name) as they both cummed with the other’s name on their lips. 

(Name) groaned, wanting to sleep. He could feel the hot cum inside of him that felt like an amount no normal human could realistically make but Denji wasn’t exactly human anymore. With his head on the pillow, he was about to fall asleep as Denji pulled out only to feel him push the cum dripping out back inside of him. 

“Denji!” 

“What? Don’t want it to spill.” 

(Name) headed chuckling before feeling Denji push his cock back inside. 

And it was still hard. 

“Do you mind going for a few more rounds? I still have stamina in me!” 

(Name) was done for. 

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First ever request!! Thank you so much for idea! I choose Denji so hopefully you know him or at the very least enjoy the story!

Requests are open so if you got any ideas, feel free to send me them!

Feedback greatly appreciated too! Thanks for reading

#denji x male reader #bottom male reader

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 16- Miguel x Villian!Reader (Bondage)

*Requested by reader ;) *

        The age of heroes was long gone, therefore you thought it was safe to play the part of a villain. Not really a villain, per se, you were a thief. Upon reading about how glorious the past thieves and villains were, you wanted to give your life a new thrill. Taking upon the name of, 'Black Cat', you dedicated your nights to stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, or sometimes to your pockets. Which ever gave you more of a high.

"Ohhhhhh, look at those earrings she is wearing! I'm sure she won't notice if I take them~"

"I'm sure she will,"

"No she-Ah!"

        You yelped away from the window, wondering who was talking to you. To your surprise, it was a tall muscular man in a suit. This must have been the big scary Spiderman that everyone was talking about. Your eyes wandered from his head to his toe. He was much finer than the stories you heard. Ain't no way a man like that was single. You swore a lightbulb appeared above your head. There was something new to steal now.

"Don't believe we've officially met, I'm Black Cat, but you can call me Kitty." You said with a wink.

"Gatita? (kitty?)" He repeated. 

        You nearly gasped. He was Spanish too, one of your many weaknesses in a man! Holding your chest, you nearly stumbled. What would happen if you just surrounded yourself to him? Spiderman was a hero, perhaps you can taint him!

"Wow, that just rolls right off the tongue-ahem, anyway, there's no way such a big hero like yourself is here to stop lil ol' me from stealing some earrings, right?"

"No. Just patrolling and saw a shady figure looking to break in."

"I am not shady!" You said with a huff and approached him, "But, I'll be a good kitty tonight and go home. Maybe if we meet again, I can be good to you~" You purred, trailing your finger against his chest.

        You quickly left with a wide grin against your lips. Oh he was so toned! You casually glanced back, hoping that your flirting was good enough. It had been a while since you did something so bold. Well, the mask sure helped.

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        Miguel just stood there, wondering what had just happened. Normally he wouldn't let such petty thieves get away without teaching them a lesson, but then again, you didn't steal anything yet. That, and Miguel had not been flirted with in such a long time that he was in shock. Your casual touch against his skin made him tense. You called yourself a good kitty for him. That was something he was going to think about all night.

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        As luck would have it, you kept bumping into Spiderman. It was always whenever you were going to steal something petty or for yourself. Never when it was for others. It made you wonder if he was watching what you were stealing. If so, where would he draw the line? It felt like your flirting was working because Spiderman had started to flirt back! Oh, you nearly dropped on your knees the first time he said something so proactive! You nearly folded right then and there for him!

"Not yet, (y/n)! You need to think!"

"(Y/n)? What a pretty name," Spiderman said with a hum. You let out a whine as your cat claws stroked down the wall you were about to climb,

"You're so mean to me!" You teased, facing the tall man, "Are you going to look me up when you get home, huh Spidey?"

"Now why would I want to look up criminals?" He drew closer to you, "Unless you want me too?"

"Tsk, tsk, this kitty won't like that. This game has to be fair."

"I don't play games with thieves." Spiderman hummed lowly, his hand pressed against the wall as he hovered over you, "Now what were you trying to steal this time?" He asked.

        You gave him your best pout, trying to act innocent. Why was this man so attractive!? If only you can match a face with that sexy voice of his. You bit you lower lip as you took notice of the position you were in. This was straight out of a comic book! Argh, if only you weren't restricted by his mask. You would totally kiss him!

"Why don't I let you guess?" You placed a hand against his chest, "If you guess correctly, I'll reward you~"

"I don't play games with-"

"Boo! Perhaps next time you can play with this kitty. I'm flexible~" You whispered in his ear before dashing off.

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        Miguel inhaled deeply as he watched you scurry off. He kept saying that he did not play games with criminals, yet here he was, letting you run off. Like a game of cat and mouse, only he was a Spider. Miguel groaned lowly as your last words repeated in his mind. Next time he might want that reward you were tempting him with. Next time, he might stop playing games and catch you...Just to see how flexible you really were. It all depends on how you were going to be and what you were going to steal.

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        This was it! This was really going to test your flirting skills with Spiderman. You might be going too far, but hell, this was for your own amusement. You wanted to steal Spiderman for yourself. Such a fine man deserved to be yours. You could not go to bed without thinking of him being intimate with you. You wanted him! Chuckling to yourself, you stared at the adult store in front of your, waiting for Spiderman to appear.

"What are you doing, gatita?" Spiderman said with a hesitant sigh. You smirked towards him,

"What? Can't even steal myself some relief? I'm tired of being a good kitty~"

"Rel-" Miguel stopped himself, feeling that thin line slowly breaking, "You don't need that."

"Awe~ Why not?" You slowly approached Spiderman, "Remember that game last time? Guess what I'm going to steal and I'll reward you? Well, it will be an extra sweet reward~"

"Fuck," Oh, you weren't expecting that, "I'm done playing games."

        Before you can whine, you yelped as Spiderman fired his webbing towards you. You gasped as both of your hands were stuck to the building. Spiderman drew closer to you, webbing your hands more firmly so your claws couldn't break you free.

"You've been a bad, gatita. I'm going to have to punish you after all," His voice was low and raspy. Did you actually succeed?

"Oh? And how are you-ah~"

        You gasped once more as Spiderman started to rub his fingers against your cunt. The fabric causing a burning friction. You tried to close your legs, but Spiderman raised them and webbed them to the wall as well. This was an embarrassing position! You were completely caught in his web.

"Miguel," He whispered, trailing his fingers against the rip of your pants, "(Y/N), if you want relief so badly, then I'll give it to you."

        Shit, this was actually happening. You felt yourself grow wetter just by him telling you his name. At least now you had something to yell out. Muffling a moan, you whined as Miguel lowered your pants. The bottom half of his mask disappeared as he brought his tongue to your wet pussy. Your eyes widen as your saw fangs. So those rumors were true. Before you could ask him about them, you let out a loud moan as he licked your folds.

"M-Miguel!" You yelped in shock. Miguel just looked up at you thru his mask, licking your wet folds in the process,

"You can't lick yourself here, gatita, so I will." His voice vibrated throughout your body, causing you to shiver in delight.

        You tried to arch your back as he wiggled his tongue all over your pussy. A burning sensation traveling all over your body to your cunt. His hands stroking your legs, making you more sensitive. Miguel raised his head slightly, sucking against your clit. You cried out, feeling your growing pleasure. You felt his smirk as he slid his hand over your cunt, sliding two of his large digits inside of you. That was your final straw as you cam against his hand.

        You whined once more as Miguel kept fucking his fingers into your throbbing pussy, not giving you a chance to rest. His tongue still against your clit, eagerly sucking and licking. This was actually happening. Spiderman was fucking you. Trembling as Miguel curled his finger's inside you, you started to grind your hips against his hand. This was much better than whatever toy you were going to steal. Another gasp came out of you as Miguel started to pump his fingers faster. You wanted these webs off.

"C-Come on, Spidey, I-I'll be a good, ah, kitty, lemme g-go~" You begged, feeling another orgasm forming. Miguel looked at you, freeing your abused clit,

"Don't like it when you're trapped in my web?" He asked, bringing his fangs against your neck, "Gotta tie up criminals. Including bad gatitas." He whispered, sucking against your neck.

        Your whines got tuned out by your moans since Miguel pumped his fingers into your g-spot. Your vision blurred for a second as you cam once more. Miguel removed his fingers, giving them a lick as he freed his large cock. Pre-cum already dripping from his tip. You were brought back to your senses once you laid eyes on it. How was that going to fit? There was no way you could move either.

"Awe, is my gatita scared?" Miguel teased, pressing the tip of his cock against your soaked pussy, "Why don't I give you a reward for not stealing anything?"

"Mhm-Miguel...It's...too hn...b-big," You stuttered, trembling as he slowly slid his cock inside your gummy walls, "D-Does y-your training...including...d-dick growth?" 

"Hah," Miguel almost let out a rare laugh. 

        You wanted to say you were joking, but you weren't. Miguel was so big and thick. You were shaking as you felt your pussy stretch like never before. It hurt at first, but this position was making you adjust quickly. You were spread out like a damn butterfly. Thank god there were no cameras or nearby people. You flung your head back, moaning as you felt his tip hit your cervix. Who knew Spiderman had such a big dick. Who knew it would even fit inside you!

"Fuck, look at that. What a good gatita." Miguel groaned lowly.

        You whined softly as you felt your walls squeeze him. Miguel leaned in to kiss you before beginning his rough thrusts. Your eyes widen as you moaned into the kiss, surprised by his strength. You felt him fuck the breathe right out of your throat. With each thrust, Miguel bruised your cervix. He held your hips, climbing onto the wall to fuck you deeper. If only you could hold onto him. You felt so vulnerable in this position, unable to move. It was like you were just his fuck toy.

        You swore you saw stars as Miguel made you cum again. He grunted as his cock started to get a white ring from your juices. He quicken his pace, causing you to moan from overstimulation. How many more orgasms' was this man going to draw out of you. You started to feel dizzy, but you didn't want him to stop. Hearing another grunt, Miguel held your waist tighter, almost piercing it with his talons. He slammed his dick into you harshly, pouring his cum into your womb.

"That's right, good gatita's like their milk." Miguel panted softly. You just trembled,

"A-Ah~" You moaned lowly, feeling his hot load fill you.

        Miguel waited a moment before pulling out. He watched as a mixture of his cum and your juices rolled down your legs. He freed you from his webbing and fixed your suit. Glancing up at the building before you, he smirked under his mask,

"I'll let you steal just one thing from that store, but I'll have to punish you again." He whispered in your ear, holding your waist close to his. Your body leaned against his, unable to think straight,

"Do you like seeing this kitty all tied up?"

"I'd be lying if I said no."

"Then I'll reward my precious hero and grab more bondage...That doesn't involve sticky webs." You whined, still removing his webs from your suit. Miguel smirked, biting against your neck as he rubbed your pussy again,

"But you enjoy these sticky webs." He poked against your hole, causing you to melt under his touch,

"L-Lemme steal...mhm...something first."

"Yes, my good little gatita."

#kinktober #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel x reader

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

In front of all your stupid friends Drunk!Alhaitham x Gn!reader Flufftober day 15

"If you kissed me would it be just like i dreamed?" T/w- Intoxicated people Summary- Based on this comic by Wiistef on insta

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Alhaitham usually wasn't the type of person to get drunk. He hardly ever went out anywhere, he was usually at home reading or at work. Tonight was Kaveh's birthday and Alhaitam wanted to drink so you, his partner, offered to stay sober. His friends also didn't know you were even if you had been dating for a few months. You were a bit worried alhaitham was going to say something while intoxicated.

About an hour later, Cyno, Kaveh and Alhaitham were completely drunk. You and Tighnari were happily just sipping on your favourite non-alcoholic drinks. Alhaitham was the most drunk out of all of them since he couldn't hold his liquor well. You sat there and prayed silently he didn't say anything

You looked over towards Alhaitham and smiled. He was adorable when he was out of character like this. You feel a slight blush creep up on your cheeks. Which became more when he rested his head on your shoulder.

"Y/n, it's so loud."

"Didn't take him for a lightweight." Chuckled tighnari. 

You looked at alhaitham, wrapping your arm around him, as 'friends' do. "Last time we did this he was pretty-"

Alhaitham shot up and interrupted you by poking your cheek. "Pretty? Y/ns pretty."

"H-huh?" 

The group chuckled seeing how soft the usually stoic man was towards you. He resumed his position on your shoulder, this time more cuddling into your neck. You just sat there face as red as a Jueyun Chilli. "Haitham…"

"Mm?"

"Your friends are here… you said that in front of all your friends…"

"And? Your point?" 

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"So you two are dating?" Tighnari asked smugly.

"Yup, can't wait to tell him what he did in the morning.”

"No one laughed at my joke..." Whimpered Cyno

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Small fun fact about me:

My mom is neurodivergent too! And not only that, but

Me and my mom share a special interest.

[A short post about me, my mom, hyperfixations, and how acceptance can help you grow]

For the last ten years, both me and my mother have had a hyperfixation on Marvel movies and Superhero movies in general.

And if anything, she's more fixated than I am.

This started at the same time, despite my mother never picking up a comic in her life. It happened when we first saw the Avengers in theatres in 2012.

Since then me and my mother have seen every Marvel movie on the day of release, or even a day before release.

When I was in high school, I remember her specifically pulling me out of school early to take me to the marathon premiere of Thor 2 and The Winter Soldier.

She's seen every Marvel media to date outside of the Netflix series. She's already finished Secret Invasion.

In recent years, we've gotten Unlimited movie memberships, and because we live in NY we can often see movies the Thursday before the Friday release, so we go to the movies almost twice a month, and we see movies repeatedly.

I saw ATSV three times in theatres while she saw it twice, and saw GOTG a second or third time. We recently saw Blue Beetle the day or two after release. She keeps me CONSISTENT.

The reason why I theorize about Marvel media and Spider-man media is largely because of her.

For years she was the one I theorized with. I've spoken to her about whether or not Peter set Miles up (she isn't convinced), or argue with her about whether or not Khonsu from Moon Knight is cool (he is).

She watches more Marvel fan content than me and inhales all the essays, reacts, and Easter egg videos on YouTube.

She's the same with recent Star Wars, she's seen Andor and Boba Fett and the Mandalorian, and currently working her way through Asoka.

And she knew about my past fixation on Loki in specific. She even knows about Hobie and Diane.

I told her I want to go to NY ComicCon as my spidersona and she was like "... You'd have to work on your roller skating" and I was SHOOK she remembered that about Diane because she's right.

But yeah, we've always been REALLY REALLY close over marvel stuff, and it's amazing having a parent who has the same fixation as you. It's like a natural thing, and I can speak openly about my theories or interests and she'll be like 'Oh yeah I noticed that incredibly niche moment where Hobie did that one specific thing, what of it'

I'm never treated weird for my fixation. Cause hers is stronger. I told her I didn't want to see GOTG again and she was like HUH and I was so heartbroken that I went and saw it anyway 😭😭

Some of my favorite moments with my mom are in movies theatres. And because we share this niche interest and neurodivergency, we're able to have these in-depth conversations about these characters we've formed bonds to together.

When Loki the show came out we'd been waiting literal years for it - like literally since 2013 talking about it. And I had a lot of mixed feelings about it.

But I could talk about those feelings and thoughts and characterizations with someone I know wouldn't ostracize me, knows the material as well as I do - if not more, and cares about these characters.

Because of that, my theorizing skills were able to grow all throughout my teenage years.

Because my hyperfixation was nurtured instead of demonized.

And I just think that's SO COOL.

Just wanted to share. Here's a photo of Miguel because I hate consistency [this is a hobie household]

Bye.

#neurodivergent #neurodivergency #neurodiversity #adhd #autism #actuallyautistic #actuallyadhd #hyperfixations #special interests #autistic experiences #spiderman #marvel #atsv #across the spiderverse

[superman86to99]

Via @fortressofbaileytude... NEW TRIANGLE ERA OMNIBUS SERIES ANNOUNCED! HOT DANG! Time to save up those $125, which amounts to roughly nineteen cab rides in Metropolis.

The first omnibus will cover from "Krisis of the Krimson Kryptonite" to "Metropolis Mailbag," including "Time and Time Again!," "The Red Glass Trilogy," "The Return of the Krypton Man," "Blackout," Intergang's fall, Jimmy Olsen's homeless adventures, and most of the Cerberus storyline, stopping right before "Panic in the Sky!" (which was recently reprinted, but hopefully gets re-reprinted in a second omnibus). That's a SOLID chunk of comics there, most of which haven't seen print in over 30 years! I believe a lot of them aren't available digitally either, for whatever reason.

Some personal favorite issues from this period that have never been reprinted before include the teen Clark vs. drunk driving story, the Lois and Clark talk in the mountains story, the sideways Atomic Skull double feature, Mr. Z's debut (and his ensuing evolution into lovable island goof), the incredible "Blackout" finale, the everyone ends up dancing at Bibbo's while Professor Hamilton plays the piano issue, and Waverider's first encounter with the Linear Men (sadly, the "Armageddon 2001" annuals don't seem to be included, though those should probably go in their own omni with the rest of that storyline).

Now, since the previous "Exile and Other Stories" omnibus stopped in November '89 and in this one starts in November '90, this still leaves a years' worth of Post-Crisis Superman comics in the dark, including essential stuff like "The Brainiac Trilogy" and Hank Henshaw's first appearances (while others like "The Day of the Krypton Man", "Dark Knight Over Metropolis," and Luthor's totally real death HAVE been collected but are long out of print). Here's hoping this sells strongly enough to not only guarantee at least one more volume covering the entire period leading up to "The Death of Superman," but also a volume 0 with the '89-'90 stuff. Oh, and the missing annuals. And the "World of..." minis. And Luthor's biography (edit: I've been reminded this is in the President Luthor trade, still in print, but it'd still be nice to have it here). And the Earth Day comic. And...

Anyway, it's probably time to update that Guide to Superman '86 to '99 Collected Editions post we did like 10 years ago, huh.

#superman #triangle era #jerry ordway

[unadulterated-syd]

If u can, please make a Glenn fluff?

Like Glenn goes on a run and finds something his s/o likes, so he surprises them with it. The item could be anything btw, thank you!

Ur work grabs my attention and it's very fun to read!

Don't forget to drink water and rest!!

🌷🌷🌷

I would love to! This is such a cute idea <33 Hope this lives up to your expectations!

You're also our first ask anon!! :)

Warnings - Just normal twd ones, all fluff!

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Though most things had seemed bland and blank since the beginning of the end, little things here and again made you feel like existence was somehow worth it. However, nothing could brighten you up the way Glenn could.

Having met shortly after the beginning of the apocalypse, the two of you got along really well. From the very beginning, he was such a silly and hopeful guy, and you appreciated someone who had skill /and/ compassion. It was hard to find both, most of the time.

Though you'd both admired the group as a whole, having become a dysfunctional family by now, you and Glenn were definitely closest to each other. When either of you needed to talk, it was with each other. You felt comfort in knowing Glenn was around, and he found the same.

By the time Alexandria had come around, you'd been sort of relieved. A sense of normalcy was wonderful, even if you weren't sure about the people in town yet. It was nice to have electricity, water, and frankly the ability to worry about more than just survival.

Glenn had been elected as one of the 'runners', and so had you, both of you elated to work together; along with Tara and Sasha whom you trusted with your life. However, you could say much less about the other two men in said group.

When you and Glenn were given a home to yourself, you'd managed to find an old record player up in the attic, ecstatic to find that it was still in working condition. You'd had one when you were younger, and you yearned for nothing more than to find records for the busted old thing.

After a short while in Alexandria, Glenn and you had found yourselves on separate run shifts, which was unfortunate for you both. You saw one another less and less, almost bringing you to wish you'd never found Alexandria.

However tonight was different, you sat quietly at the kitchen table looking through some books and comics you'd found last run, planning on distributing the comics to Carl and Enid, and giving the books to the other kids.

Halfway through a stack of old spider-man comics, you heard the front door swing open, looking up you were met with an excited Glenn, a childish grin on his face, his hands planted loosely behind his back. "Y/n, guess what I found..!"

You couldn't help but smile at his goofiness, turning in your chair to better face him. "What is it, Mr. Rhee?" You grinned, growing more excited the longer he hid whatever /it/ was, from you.

He pulled a record quickly from behind his back in response to your question, a wider grin appearing on his face as he presented it to you. It was a Queen record, seemed in great condition for an apocalypse. Though old, and rundown, it was the best thing he could've brought you from a run.

"Oh my god..!" You stared between him, and the record, in disbelief. He met you at the table standing in front of you, as he set the record in your hands. "Great find, huh?" He asked, a small sort of pleasure in your excitement rushing through him.

You smiled up at him, setting the record on the table cautiously, as if it could shatter at the first sign of contact with the hard wood. After your attention was off the record beside you, you stood and wrapped your arms around the man in front of you, an embrace of gratitude he understood all too well. The same gratitude he found in the way you'd always bring him camera film no matter the occasion.

You had a mutual silent agreement of love and trust, of kindness and compassion. You both did everything in your power to keep the other happy, his happiness was yours, and yours was his.

"Thank you, Glenn. 'Means a lot." You smiled resting your head on his right shoulder, "I used to have Queen records, just like this one, care to listen with me?" Glenn shifted slightly, and kissed your temple. "Always."

#glenn #glenn x reader #glenn rhee #the walking dead #twd #twd fluff #the walking dead fluff #glenn rhee x reader #anon asks #glenn fluff

[wenwenbittercake]

Chapter 5: Apologies Unheard

(Thank you for reading my fanfic. Here to remind you all again that this fanfic’s story line is not made by me. I just insert Y/N into the Riddler 2022 comic. I really recommend you read the comic beforehand. With that said, I hope you enjoy~

TW: Kidnapping, Drugging, Swearing)

   How did this happen to me?

    Around 12am, you roll around the bed, eyes wide open in thoughts. Why was he ignoring me? Did I upset him by what I said before? No, I didn’t say anything out of the line though. Oh no, what If I was a bother to him. You sit up on the bed. Your eye shift to your phone. I should try giving him a text.

Y/N: Hey I know it’s been a while but how are you doing? I’m sorry if I bothered you last time. I didn’t mean to; I was just worried about you. If you really want to do this, then I won’t force you out of it. Just be careful what you are dealing with.

Wait no, that’s still too long.

You: Hey I know it’s been a while but how are you doing? I’m sorry if I bothered you last time. I didn’t mean to; I was just worried about you./

No, still too much

You: Hey I know it’s been a while but how are you doing?

Hmmmm, we can work with that.

You send the message and lay back down on the bed. Eyes on the ceiling fan as your mind falls back into the abyss of thoughts. You don’t understand why you start to like Edward. No, it’s more like a curiosity than ‘like’ really. To be honest, he scares you sometime. You can feel something seriously wrong with him, something unexplainable. Like he’s hidden in plain sight but when you spot him, your heart jumps out of the rib cage in shock. But you suppress it down to be closer to him for one reason.

He looks so familiar. Like a lost memory that you can’t put your hand around. A missing piece to your puzzling mind.

  You were always a people pleaser. You weren’t like this all the time. Maybe your parents’ divorce has to do something with it. Ever since you moved downtown, you start being a people pleaser. ‘Hey Y/N can you go fill my water bottle?’ ‘Hey Y/N can you grab my books from my lockers?’ ‘Grab me a coffee while you’re at it, the usual.’ You hate it. Not the constant demands but the way you put up a kid’s TV host smile and reply, “Sure.” It’s almost a habit, saying ‘no’ even feels odd on your tongue.

“You should stop doing that.”

“Huh?” You turn to the voice beside you.

You are at the lobby of KMTJ. Waiting for the rain to calm down since you forgot to bring your umbrella, when a guy in his 20s pops up out of nowhere beside you. You were surprised by how you do not notice his presence until you heard his voice.

“Um Excuse me?”

“You should stop doing that. You say yes to everything.” He spoke softly as if he was speaking under his breath. How did you noticed?

“Oh really? I didn’t even notice that.” I said with a nervous smile.

“See you’re doing that again,”

That caught her a bit off guard.

“A what?”

“That smile. It’s fake.”

Part of you felt offended that a random stranger would call you out like that. Who does he think he is. But you…

“Oh, um sorry.”

“You can say I’m being a dick right now.”

“Wait no, you’re not-“

“No, it’s fine, you said yes, your whole life. Putting others before yourself. You’ll end up forgetting about yourself. Scream if you want to scream. Shout if you have to shout. Don’t hold back because if you hold back for long, you wouldn’t be able to make a sound in the future.”

Your eyes widen. The sound of rain drops fills the silence. The man looks down to the wet ground or the raining scenery but never turning to look at you. But you. Your eyes never left his. His words ring in your head.

‘Shout if you want to shout.’

You part your lips and-

“Ahhaa” You scream but it comes out as a pathetic squeal. The man turns his head to look at you in a flabbergasted expression.

 You quickly clap your palms over your mouth.

 You look up at him with wide eyes. And-

“Hahahehahah-“The man laugh hysterically at you. He covers face with his face and laughs. One of his hands holds his stomach to control himself.

“Stopp, you said I should scream. I still want to try- you know what forget it.” You turn to the left with a redden face before you feel a large hand holding your wrist. You turn around in surprise.

“I-I’m sorry but that was great. You did great.” He said with a smile on his face. His cheeks red from laughing so hard earlier. He looks so……...warm.

“I um don’t know why I told you that, I just don’t want to see you being stepped on by other people. The quote I just said is um from Rene. You should listen to his podcast. He give-“ He looks to the floor nervously. He rubs the back of his neck to calm his nerves.

“What’s your name?” You mutter softly, your eye never leaving his green eyes, but the boy’s gaze leaves the marble floor beneath him. His eyes drift to meet hers.

“Edward Nashton. You?”

“I’m Y/N L/N.”

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“Ting” Y/N didn’t even realize she had fallen asleep before she was woken up by the sound of her phone. She rolls to her side to check her phone and-

Eddie: Can we meet up? Right now?

Huh? That’s odd. Did something happen to him. Y/N start to worry.

You: Hey did something happened?

She quickly sat up on her bed, putting on her light gray jacket.

Eddie: It’s really important, I fucked up. I know it’s all of a sudden, but I need to meet you.

He didn’t even need to say it twice. She already got her shoes on with her phone in her hand.

You: Ok ok where? I’m coming.

Eddie: Can you meet me at the opposite at Shoreline loft? My apartment is there.

You: Okay just give me a few minutes, I will be there.

Y/N only realizes how off the situation is until she reaches the street. Her head is too wrapped up with worrying over Edward that she forgot to worry for herself. She looks around the neighborhood and realized how fucked up the place is. Shoreline loft is literally beside Iceberg Lounge. Why would Edward live in a place like this. She obviously looks so out of place, wearing her pjs and a jacket, walking down East End. What is she trying to get herself into?

You: Hey Edward, I’m near Iceberg lounge, where is your building?

Shortly after she texted that. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She jolted and almost screamed before meeting those familiar green eyes.

“Shit god, sorry Edward, you scared me.”

“Sorry I- come, I really need to talk to you.” Edward face look like he had seen a ghost, or he turned into a ghost because of how pale he looks. His eyes widen as if he had seen a dead body (Ironically)

 Edward leads her up to a flight of dark green stairs. She follows close by him, taking note of how dingy the place is. With graffiti on the stairs and the wall beside them. This place is a mess. When we got to his front door. He struggles hard with opening the lock due to how hard his hands were trembling. Y/N started to worry about what he had really got himself into.

“Here, let me help.” She gently takes the key from his hand and opens the red door with ease. He mutters a quick thanks before entering the apartment.

 After she closed the door behind her, she turned to face the apartment and realized how unkept it is. Not as in ‘messy-unkempt’ but doesn’t look like a home. The walls were yellow and beige with mold spots. Cold air surrounds the atmosphere with a slight mold and chemical smell to it. That’s when she realizes how dangerous her situation is. Even if she knew Edward, she’s not close enough with him to be at his apartment in ungodly hours. Furthermore, she was so in rush she didn’t even think of telling anyone that she was going to Edward’s house. No one knows she’s here. No one will know if he were to do anything to her.

“E-Edward? What is that you want to tell me?” She mutters trying to not sound nervous even though her trembling lips.

Edward grabs a glass of water and takes a huge gulp. He leans against the sink and lets out deep sigh before turning his head slightly to Y/N. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Um sure.” She except even though in her mind she wants to scream no and run out of the apartment.

Edward grabs a juice bottle from his fridge and starts to prepare a drink for her. He looks like he’s in a rush as his movements are quick and rapid.

“Um you can go take a seat on the-um.” He stops and thinks for a bit. He peers at his apartment with his hands on his hip.

His eyebrows raises a bit as if he had an idea. He walks into the other room. Y/N follows behind. He grabs a green chair at the corner of the room and places it in the middle of the room.

“There, have a seat.” With that he went back to the kitchen.

She did ask he ask her to. She waits there patiently. Her eyes wander over the piles and piles of ledgers stacked up over one another. There’s so many files and books that it spills out of shelves and piles up on the floor. The most concerning things in the room are cages. Rat cages, many of them. Y/N skin crawls at the sight of it even if there isn’t a single mouse in it.

“Here.” Edward hands her a glass of red liquid. She gulps at the sight of it. Something feels odd.

“It’s um cranberry.” He replies swiftly as if he realizes her suspicions.

“Oh okay.” She sips the juice not wanting to be rude.

“So, about what you want to say to me.”

“Oh, yea um, I-I saw a man die today.” Edward said as he sits on the rolling stool across her.

“What?” Y/N jaw drops.

“Yea, fuck.. I… Mr. Stone he-he’s in it too. He killed Mr. Joon too.”

“Wait wait slow down. Why would he do that?”

“He’s working For Falcone. He believes Mr. Joon was cutting money from him. Which is not true, and I think I may have caused his death.”

“Wait how?”

“I..I was the accountant that pointed out the dirty money. Which cause Mr. Stone to look through it and…” Edward’s voice quite down at the end of the sentence which Y/N could probably guess what happened.

He drops his head, with his face covering his palm and groans in frustration. Shortly follows by Edward’s quiet sobs. Y/N’s heart aches at the sight of Edward being in despair. She places her half empty cup on his work desk and directs her attention back to him. She places her hand softly over his back and caresses his back. He looks up to her with his tear soak cheeks. Without an ounce of disgust, Y/n wipes his tears off his cheeks with her thumb and caresses his face tenderly. She looks at him in such forgiving eyes. Something he doesn’t deserve.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Suddenly, Y/N got a sudden hit of daze. Her surroundings start to fade out. Her body and eye lids gradually start to grow heavy. Her body falls limp out of the chair on to the floor. Before she could make the impact, Edward swiftly got out of his rolling stool and caught Y/N in his arms on the floor.

“I’m sorry, I just had to I’m sorry.” He apologizes sound more like cries for forgiveness. He wraps his arms around her tightly, pulling her limp body close to him.

“I just had to.” He murmurs mostly to himself then to her as the last thing she felt was Edward’s hands holding her.

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Warmth. That’s what she remembered. Fire dances across her eyes. The sound of cries and scream echoes through the dark empty house. However, an award hand pats her back.

It feels warm.

Nice

And safe.

She leans into the touch, leaning her head against his small shoulders. Her eyes never leaves the fire dancing in the fireplace of her old house.

“What’s your name?” Her small voice came out.

“Edward. You?”

Edward

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Fuck Fuck fuck. What the fuck Edward? You got one thing good in your life and what have you done?

Edward contemplated what he had done while sitting beside Y/N on the bed in a fetal position. He chews on his nails anxiously as he waits all night for her to wake up. Did I give her too much. No, If I’m correct, she should be waking up soon. God is she dead? Edward often checks on her pulse or her breath when he has that thought. He places her ear on her chest slightly, to hear her heartbeat, it reassures him that she’s here, she safe, and she’s with him.

    He reasons with himself that what he did was right. In fact, he believes he should have done this sooner. The city is corrupted as hell. Isn’t really a place for an angel like her to dwell in. That’s why he needs to keep his angel safe. He hit the realization of how messed up the city is after what went down last night. The thought of losing you in such a manner haunts him. He loves you too much. Too much for him to bear. Too much for his own good. He needs to keep an eye on you. He has too.

 Edward finally snaps out of his abyss of thoughts when he felt the shift of the bed sheets. He turns to see Y/N slowly waking up from her forceful slumber. He didn’t speak a word, just watching her mundane action of waking up intrigues him. How he gets the chance to take a peek in her most vulnerable moment.  

 “Wh-where am i?” She mumbles, struggling to lift her eye lids as the effect of the drugs still hadn’t subside yet. He crawls closer to her from the foot of the bed. His face inches away from her, inspecting any sign of discomfort or nausea from the drugs he gave her.  

“Hey hey it’s alright, you’re safe. You’re with me. It’s alright.” He softly coos at her while running his finger through her soft hair then resting his large palms over her cheek. He rubs his thumb over the apple of her cheeks to comfort her.

“Edward?” Y/N tries to get a grip of her reality, but her brain is too scrambled up to take note of her surrounding or how dire the situation is.

“Yea, it’s me Ed. I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m sure the medication will fade away after a while but for now bear with me angel.” He mutters softly as he lays his head on her chest to hear her heartbeat.

His hand travels to her waist. Holding her tight against him as if she could dissipate in any second. His hard breaths gradually start to calm down by the sound of Y/N’s heartbeat. He closes his eyes as he takes in the little peace he has in his hand.

“You’re safe. You are safe now.” He murmurs against her skin. It sounds more like a force comfort as Y/N even in her delirious mind, she feels furthest thing for feeling safe.

(Ok well thank you for reading and yes, Edward’s apartment layout is confusing as shit. Like look man got a kitchen first thing you enter in the house. Here is the layout of his apartment and trust me, I made this out after watching the scene in Batman where Batman raids the Riddler’s apartment/ hide out. So, it’s source material accurate. Or maybe I’m not sure because I only see glimpses of his apartment, so I don’t think I am 100% correct but hey A for effort, right? Thank you for the supports and enjoying my art. There will be more chapters coming up soon so stay tuned. Other than that, thank you and I hope you enjoyed.)

Chapter 6: Salvatore

#dano riddler #edward nashton #riddler x reader #riddler x y/n #riddler x you #the batman 2022 #the riddler #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x y/n #edward nashton x you #paul riddler 2022 #tw kidnapping #kidnap fantasy

[constellationlans]

SPOILERS FOR SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF. WATCH THE FIRST EPISODE AT LEAST BEFORE PROCEEDING

Scott Pilgrim getting an anime was certainly a surprise in a year full of surprises but hey here we are. Recently released on Netflix and having a lot of time on my hands due to being sick in bed, I watched the whole thing in one sitting and goddamn this might be my favourite entry in the series. Watching this alongside reading the graphic novels and/or watching the movie makes for such a sweet experience. The presentation is top notch, even on my poop 720p quality stream. Science Saru ("The Night is Short, Walk On Girl") did the animation based on the credits, and every frame is so good and crisp it is sublime. With Anamanaguchi making the music, you just know it fits (shout out for using some themes from the video game). Special mention should be given to the many nods between the original graphic novels, movie, and even the video game. The actors reprising their roles is another delicious frosting on this wonderful cake and they do a good job voicing their characters too. Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Ramona is especially great carrying the emotional weight of the story, making parts that are insane even for the story's standards sound solemn and serious, making you invested into her story. And that is important since Scott Pilgrim Takes Off is essentially A Ramona Flowers Story.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off is such an odd title for an adaptation of an established graphic novel series (nothing is named as such in the series) until you finish that first episode. Admittedly, it has been a while since I've watched the movie or read the comics, but even still watching the first episodes something in the back of my head is just telling me something's... Off. Like I know the thing happened but that is not exactly what happened right? Like...

We start with the first Subspace Highway scene? (Ramona's first?? appearance in the story is important, but the first thing we hear in the comics and movie is "Scott Pilgrim dating a high schooler" as a major story beat and if a supposedly straight adaptation doesn't start with that then huh? Btw they do still bring up and address Scott dating a high schooler in the story)

Young Neil has a Game Gear now? (I remember it being a Game Boy in the movie to play Zelda sounds as sound cues, which is Edgar Wright's style)

In Ramona and Scott's first meeting at Julie Powers' party, he starts talking to her about... Sonic the Hedgehog? (No awkward Pac Man talk? Could be chalked up to updating it for the times? At this point something was really bugging me)

Scott orders from Netflix, which is where Ramona works now. (not much of a surprise, this is a Netflix show, but I do miss the "whats the website for amazon dot ca" joke and this is still a slight change)

At the Rockit, while Scott is looking at the crowd from the stage, sharp viewers can see a robot in the crowd? (Players of the game will know this as Robot 01, made by the Katayanagi Twins and fought in their stage. Still, an early appearance, what the hell?)

And then the biggest change of all: Crash and the Boys not playing before Sex Bob-omb. Now this was the biggest change up to this point of the show, and one where I was going to start asking questions.

One change was fine, 2 could be okay, but all this? Something was very wrong.

Then the first Evil Ex fight happens.

Scott Pilgrim loses. He dies. And leaves behind coins. Call it poetic justice for all he killed for coins in the game.

Thus begins Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, where he just... takes off. Ramona takes center stage as the person dedicated to solving the mystery of Scott's death and getting some well deserved character development. Whereas the graphic novels and movie focus on Scott as a character, this show is all about Ramona. This makes her a much more interesting and well rounded character and one who I can definitively see Scott is willing to fight for. While the original story didn't lack development for her, it was nothing compared to what she gets here. And what she gets is enormous. Delving into implications from having seven exes left behind, all of them willing to literally kill the one you currently date, the show goes to great lengths to show Ramona's own flaws that weren't explicit in the original. Not having Scott to fight them for her, she has to face them herself and learn about the wake when she leaves people behind without proper closure. Ramona is shown as a person lacking in communication with people and just leaving with important things unsaid, which all piled up and lead to the creation of the League. By having said closure with her exes, she comes to terms with her own failings and grow as a person, much like Scott was at the end of his journey. If anything, this series solidifies that Ramona does really love Scott even after just one date, enough to face her past to save him. And her facing the past leads to her reconciling with her exes. We get to see the exes having to live with the aftermath of Ramona leaving them for another or playing with their feelings (except Todd, Todd's a dick). Having her deal with the consequences of her actions is great, as this causes an outcome where most of the time the two parties do not have to fight to resolve their problems. Most of the time, they actually talk. About their past, and how it meant to them, how it felt... It feels liberating seeing these people talking with each other about what they meant and apologizing for making mistakes. It also serves as A Day in the Limelight for each of the exes, as we get more of a look into their lives though some greater then others (Matthew Patel and Lucas Lee) and some not so much (Katayanagi twins and Roxie). Gideon also has his story shown, and serves as a secondary villain this time around. All in all, it shows that these Evil Exes aren't evil but as people dealing with pain from a breakup. Though not to be outdone, Scott also gets some development of his own through Old Scott. Coming from a possible future (maybe even the original story eh?), Old Scott is separated from Old Ramona due to issues and is attempting to dissuade his younger self from interacting with Ramona in the first place preventing these painful events from happening. Horrified, Regular Scott rejects this him. The fact he tries to carry on with Ramona despite being shown a bad future in their relationship shows that he really is ready to try with her no matter how painful it gets. Regular Scott seing his Ramona work out his disappearance in the past just steels his resolve. Writing this now, it is clear how and why Scott and Ramona really do love each other.

After all these years, Scott Pilgrim still stands as a great story, with plenty of romance and action to keep you satisfied. Nearly 20 years on, it is still compelling. Bryan Lee O'Malley and BenDavid Grabinski could've just wrote a direct adaptation of the story. That would've been good for me. But instead they took the opportunity of fleshing out all the other characters in the storyand make a more emotionally resonant story about dealing with relationships and reconciling with others while still being an incredibly entertaining series. As an extension of a story that defined a generation, it is a pretty darn good.

Also it has the funniest funeral scene ever and is a joke nearly 20 years in the making ever since Bryan Lee O'Malley showed what happens when people die in this universe, I swear to god I laughed for 30 seconds. Thanks.

#scott pilgrim #anime #animation #graphic novel #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim takes off #Not exactly a game thing but #bryan lee o'malley #bendavid grabinski #edgar wright

[chuckie-t]

I'll take the BCC dare if you like lol. So Yuta x reader prompt "this is the guy?" When he finds out the reader has a crush on Regal that she never told him about??

i enjoyed writing this so much i gave myself so many giggles, i love requests like these

"This is the guy?" // W.YUTA

pairing - wheeler yuta x gn!reader

warnings - slightly suggestive towards the end but nothing to write home about, swearing

"hey babe", your boyfriends voice sounded from in front of you, "you were a wrestling fan when you were younger right?"

You raised a brow. He knew that you were, after all you worked for AEW just like he did and this was hardly a profession someone just fell into. So you knew full well there was an underlying meaning to this question.

"yes... why do you ask?"

"did you ever have a crush on anyone? like a school girl/boy type thing?"

You felt your face warm up and held a cold hand to your cheek. Of course he would ask that. Maybe he noticed? No, he couldn't have. You had a thing for William Regal since you were a teen but it was a silly, brad pitt-esque crush and you knew nothing would come from it - nor did you really want it to. But wow, if the presence of the man didn't still fluster you. It was safe to say everyone had assumed you were star struck and, to an extent, you were.

So when your boyfriend started working with him, you couldn't believe it. It was very much a mix of nerves and excitement but also pride for your partner and all he had accomplished. Sure, Mr Regal was attractive when you were younger but you were in love with Wheeler.

"yes."

"You gonna elaborate on that babe or?"

"nope."

The dark haired man chuckled at you and continued to drink his coffee. You were sat in catering, both of you in workout gear as you had a while till the beginning of dynamite. Since he had joined the BCC, Wheelers confidence had really gone up and it was attractive, to say the least. Underneath it all, he was still your same dorky Wheeler and thats how you fell for him so you wouldn't have him any other way. Still, you could appreciate a man that can handle himself.

Wheeler narrowed his eyes at you comically.

"I'll get it out of you at some point" he teased

"mhmm yeah, you do that babe"

You raised your eyebrows at him and turned back to your food, hoping it would hide any suspicious look you might've been sporting.

Of course, Wheeler hadn't actually been working with him that long and you, despite the fact you were his partner, had never actually met Mr Regal. Lord knows how you would've fallen over yourself if you had.

You could still feel Wheeler's eyes on you, staring a hole in the side of your head. Looking up at him with a raised brow, sandwiched half to your mouth, you gave him a look as if to say 'what?'

He shrugged... helpful.

"You're not dropping this are you?" you groaned, dropping your food back on to your plate for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight.

"not a chance, it has to be someone here right? otherwise you'd tell me"

There was not a chance he was letting this go. Honestly, if it were any other man you would've resigned yourself and given in to your boyfriends questioning but this was far too embarrassing for you to admit to him. Especially if it had even the slightest chance of getting around to the other members of the Blackpool Combat Club. The ribbing you would get from Mox would be painful enough, let alone the sheer mortification of William Regal himself knowing about your childhood crush on him.

Your silence gave Wheeler all the answer he needed, he grinned to himself, laying a hand on your upper arm.

"this? is golden" he smiled, a big cheesy grin that you would've adored in any other situation but right now wanted nothing more than to slap it off of his face.

Pursing your lips, you decided a façade was better than folding by a country mile.

"uh huh, okay pretty boy and do report back to me when you figure that one out"

And with that you returned to your neglected sandwich, letting your partner know that this conversation was over, at least for now.

-

it had been two days since your conversation and you and your darling boyfriend were currently in the gym, him lifting weights and you panting on an adjacent bench. The room was empty apart from you, only you two were crazy enough to be doing this kinda stuff at the hour you were anyway.

"so" you heard a a voice ring from next to you, "is it jeff?"

Huffing, you turned to stare at him.

"is what jeff?"

"your crush-"

"oh my god you're still on this"

He burst into breathless laughter and set the bar in his hands down, rubbing his palms against the black of his gym shorts. It was unbelievable to you how such a gorgeous man could be such a moron sometimes but oh well, that's Wheeler Yuta for you.

"come onnn y/n, he's athletic and handsome" he spoke through puffs of air, "plus he spent most of his wwe days in fishnets"

You felt a sharp elbow nudge your side playfully at the last part of his sentence and opened your eyes to raise an eyebrow at him once more. Something you found yourself doing a lot at his shenanigans lately.

"you sure you're not the one with the crush here?"

He shrugged, putting his thumb and finger below his chin in as if taking your words into account.

"maybe so, those cargo pants did wonders for his ass"

You let out a snort and chucked your towel at him, damp fabric hitting his face just as he burst into another peal of laughter.

"no, dumbass, it was not Jeff Hardy" you thought for a bit, "okay he's hot but not specifically who we're talking about"

He offered you a hand and you pulled on it until you were standing chest-to-chest with him. Smiling, you leaned in close, even after exercising he had this... Wheeler Yuta smell about him. It was soft like cotton and gentle on the nose with a natural scent from remainder of his cologne. It was nice, safe even. Smiling gently, you leant up to plant a kiss on his mouth, lingering slightly.

"are you ever gonna tell me?" he whispered against your lips, hands encircling your waist.

"hmm let me think on it... nope"

and with that you ran out of the gym room, your companions laughter echoing off the corridor as he followed you into the showers. -

Two days turned into two weeks of never ending quizzes and not quite satisfactory answers. Wheeler had tried everyone he could possibly think of that had worked or was working in AEW that you could've watched when you were younger.

"hmm, Christian?"

"No, he's not bad looking though"

"chris jericho"

You stared blankly at him.

"okay, point taken" he winced, "ooh Sting?"

"Not quite honey, almost though"

A couple pairs of footsteps echoed down the hall towards where you were sitting in catering and you both looked up to see Mox and Bryan, along with a slightly disgruntled looking Eddie Kingston.

Smiling, you nodded towards the other two and looked up at Eddie.

"hey Ed's"

He grinned back at you, patting you on the head slightly before parking himself next to the other two, across the table from you and Wheeler. He was like an older brother to you since you joined AEW in it's early days and you were very close with him and Mox - both having acted like mentors in the couple years you had worked together.

"Oh my god it's not Eddie is it?"

You scowled, turning to your boyfriend just so you could slap his arm gently.

"no you dumbass, of course it's not, how could i have watched him when I was younger?"

He pouted, rubbing his arm.

"okay just a guess, you're so mean" he said, dragging out as many pity points as he could.

Rolling your eyes, yet again, you planted your lips on his cheek, much to the chagrin of your company. Mox grunted a question from across the table.

"is Eddie what?"

Your face warmed.

"it's nothing, isn't that right babe?" you glared at your boyfriend, who already had a cheeky smile on his face.

Fuck.

"y/n here had a crush on a wrestler we work with growing up and i'm trying to figure out who it is"

Groaning, you slammed your head on the table.

You heard the familiar chuckle of Bryan and Mox as well as Eddie's all too noticeable cackle.

"will you guys shut up pretty soon the entire roster will be on my case" you groaned onto the cool metal of the table beneath your face.

This? you were truly never going to here the end of. Yoots? bad in his own right. But Jon and Eddie? that was a whole other shit show. You had been the butt end of enough of their ribs in the past few years to be well aware of that fact. Mr 'American dragon' was mostly unknown territory to you but with how close you seemed to be getting, you could safely assume you were in for the same sort of stuff.

"nah c'mon kid, who'd you have the hots for then?"

Groaning against the table, you stuck your middle finger up in what you hoped was Eddie's general direction, only serving to earn yourself even louder cackles.

"Aww, it's not so bad, I married my wrestling crush" Bryan

Yuta's flustered "hey" from next to you succeeded in making you lift your head, grinning at the man in front of you. At least someone was on your side.

"hm... Matt Hardy?"

"Not you too" you wailed, much to the entertainment of all three guys around you.

"nono they seem more like a Jeff kinda person"

"Nope!" wheeler chimed in, "already asked that"

"what about Punk?"

The table went silent.

"you've got to be shitting me" you whispered.

Reluctantly opening your eyes, you looked at the three of them. They were all in different stages of trying to not burst into laughter at your situation and therefore fed up face. It was clear from the way Eddie and Mox was looking at you that they genuinely thought you were going to say yes to that suggestion.

"what, no!" you exclaimed, once again being surrounded by hyena-like laughter from your lovely company.

"Oh come on now lads" a British accent rang from the doorway.

You froze.

"leave the poor girl/boy/person alone to eat their food you vultures"

There he was, in all his three-piece-suit glory. The man himself, your childhood crush, William Regal. Of course you had met by now but briefly and in only short conversation. This? a completely different ball park, especially with the conversation you were just having.

You swallowed, nodding at the man and then returning swiftly to your position, face down on the table.

"did you uh, hear our conversation?" Wheeler gently posed the question to his mentor.

"No, I choose not to earwig on whatever things you might get up to, Mr Yuta"

"y/n... you good?" asked Bryan from above you.

You looked up at him, eyes wide as if trying to communicate for him to please not tell Yuta or Regal was was evident on your face. He pursed his lips, evidently trying not to laugh, you looked at Jon who was doing something much similar.

Eddie broke first.

A little squeaking noise of his laugh escaping his lips. Just that one noise and all three of them were off, chortling like middle age men in a pub. Once again, you died of embarrassment and head butted the table.

"oh my god" you heard Wheeler's voice ring next to you, in a horrified sound of recognition.

"him?" he asked, incredulously, "this is the guy?"

You peered at him from beneath the cave you had made with your arms, nodding sheepishly.

"This is golden" wheezed Eddie from accross the table.

Mr Regal looked on in confusion, brows furrowed at his usually very well put together team. After a few seconds of staring, he sighed, muttered something about coffee and left the room.

Once he had gone, the mess that was the three roaring men across from you and the one, very shocked boyfriend next to you, finally quieted.

"so... Regal?"

"Eddie" you muttered, "i'm going to kill you now"

Wheeler had just the right speed of reflex to catch you before you launched yourself accross the table at your friend, who was once again cackling like a mad man.

-

Later that night you were snuggling in bed with Wheeler, head laid on his chest as his steady breathing lulled you to sleep.

"hey y/n?"

you hummed.

"you would never leave me for Regal right?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. Chuckling, you sat up slightly and looked at your boyfriend. The low light of the hotel lamp reflected off of his dark eyes and the soft glow made his tan skin look almost angelic. A beautiful person to behold, and one you couldn't believe was yours in the first place. How lucky you felt.

"absolutely not, I have everything I need right here"

You leant forward, sliding your lips against his in a slightly risqué display of your loyalty. Large hands came to rest at your hips, pulling them closer to his and setting your stomach alight. You smirked against his mouth, opening your eyes to stare into his lustfully.

"besides" you teased, dragging a finger up his chest. "he is married after all"

"oh that's it"

A giggle escaped you as you were flipped onto the bed. A head of dark hair entered your vision as he jokingly buried his face in your neck, planting wet, ticklish kisses there.

Yeah, you had everything you needed.

i enjoyed this so much, i live for BCC & co requests, requests are open by the way!

#aew imagine #aew x reader #wheeler yuta x reader #bcc x reader #blackpool combat club imagine #wheeler yuta imagine #wrestling imagine

[pancake-breakfast]

Ugh, too sleepy. Almost done with manga. Can't fall behind now....

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 13, Chapters 7-9 below.

Chapter 7: Catch-As-Catch-Can

Yeah, don't overdo exercise training, kids. Not only is passing out DEFINITELY not good for you, but you can get seriously injured even if you have a spotter. Even if you only get a minor injury, it can put your training back weeks or months.

Awww, Livio looks so young here! Look at his short, floofy hair! I hope he grows it out a bit again. Maybe not quite like he had it before, but yeah.

Do people actually do finger push-ups, or is that just something for badasses in animation and comics?

Training montage!

Aw, man! He got to wear a Wolfwood outfit? I feel robbed.

Ok, Satosugu.

Ah, she's doing that thing again. I think.

Oh, what? Elendira's finishing move is a really big nail? Lame.

She's really putting lot into all this, though, isn't she? She looks a bit rough.

Oh, shoot. It's the nuke.

She senses something. I WONDER WHAT.

Yeah, it was Livio.

I like his simple mentality here. Very straightforward.

NO! No one's allowed to drink vials anymore! NO MORE VIALS!!!

Him? Wolfwood??

Chapter 8: Tipped Wings

CW: Gore

TBH I don't know how the hell Livio won this fight. Assuming he technically won at this point.

Heh. Yeah. "Him" was Wolfwood. But of course Livio knows him as Nicholas.

Aaaaand we're back to my favorite wet cat, Legato Bluesummers.

How does he know Elendira has been defeated? Did he have a little feeler in her? Was he skimming her brain kinda like when he had a little mind convo with Vash?

Dude. I thought you wanted to win this. You guys can't both die to each other in this fight. I will genuinely be annoyed if that happens.

Guernica? You mean the flail thing? That thing had a name???

Heh. I appreciate Legato calling Vash a force of nature here. After all, he is the Humanoid Typhoon.

Awww, look at baby Legato raiding the leftovers from July. Also, hasn't it been like 25 years since July? Just how old is Legato??

Ohhhhh, this is where Stampede got his character design. Like, yeah, they straightened his hair, but I recognize that short little jacket.

Welp, Knives has seen better days. Actually, this is a lovely turn on the way Rem is often paneled with Vash. Instead of a small Vash and a dominating, hopeful figure of Rem, we have a small Legato with a very, very broken Knives dominating the upper third of the panel.

Yes, because the thing Legato needs is another reason to have a psychotic break.

Geez, he's just... scooping up Knives' guts to try and... what, shove them back in? Carry them with them?

He's soooo sad, too.

Knives. What. The. Fuck. Just let the boy cry, idiot. He adores you. Also, talking while you're half corpsified is creepy. Cut it out.

Aww, Vash is still trying to save him. Gods, I wish Vash had found him instead.

Goodbye, weird machine gun doll flail thing. We barely knew thee.

Oh, dang. Legato got the jump on Vash.

Chapter 9: VS

I have no idea what's going on here. At least it led to weird, dramatic Legato pose?

Legato, no. This is not how it should be. This is not how anything should be.

Mmm, Wolfwood memories.

Vash is right. This isn't a fight anymore. But I think Legato knows that.

Oh, would you look at that. Thanks, literally the first panel on the next page.

Ok, but did Nightow have to draw his fingers this sexy here??

Legato's trying, but he's not getting through Vash's defenses.

Huh. Interesting that the Earth Fleet guy with his vastly broader knowledge of Plants would state Vash is a rarity. I like that all his sisters seem very fond of him, though.

Chronica is bitter about Domina. It might have been a bit of a mistake for Knives to off her.

Knives says this, but Chronica knows this, so... I wonder what she's actually planning here.

Wait, just who are they attaching a cable to??

Of course Milly and Meryl would have Vash's back.

Hahahaha, this really highlights the contrast between the two characters.

Love and peace, yo.

Gods, Legato just keeps coming at Vash. He's getting ripped apart by Vash's defenses, but he just keeps at it.

What? Vash? What are you doing?? You... you need that box, don't you???

Ohhh, they're doing shonen battle showdown pose. It's on now.

Aw, dammit. I guess it's on in the next (and final!) volume.

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 10: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-8 || Vol. 11: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 12: Covers + 1-3, 4-6, 7-9 || Vol. 13: Covers + 1-3, 4-6

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt. 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell || Vol. 10: Crucifixion Symbology (pt. 2 of post), Merging of Families, Being Childlike (And Why God Hates Chapel) || Vol. 11: New Hair, New Outlook

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 13 #pancake thoughts

[oliverreedmasterass]

Cub Scouts Pinewood Derby Competition🤩

Oh my god Addison I am SO sorry for the wait, but thank you for the request!!

Sleek, Modern, Sexy

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: brief mention of a kinda nasty finger injury, the Blue Man Group

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“Sam,” Josh’s voice shook over the phone. “We did it. We won a Grammy.” 

Sam was taking a nap when his phone broke him out of his slumbers and, while he had at first been groggy, he immediately snapped awake. 

“You’re kidding,” was all he could manage to say. 

“For Best Rock Album. We actually won.” 

Sam sprung to his feet and raked a hand through his long hair in disbelief. Their EP had beat Weezer, Ghost, Fall Out Boy, and Alice In Chains. It didn’t feel real. In fact, Sam hadn’t felt such a gratifying sense of victory since nine years earlier. 

He was about a foot and a half shorter, his hair was clipped above his ears, and, at that point, he had only touched his dad’s bass a handful of times. Instead of playing music with his brothers, he spent his days flipping through Marvel comics and, more importantly, designing his car for the Cub Scouts Pinewood Derby. 

Despite his young age, Sam had established himself as a kid with a serious eye for engineering. It was most likely due to his father, Kelly, encouraging him to watch various Discovery Channel programs with him, and coming home with Lego kits, telling Sam to “go ham.” Sam’s creativity, logical reasoning, and handiwork made him a triple threat when it came to building a small, wooden car to race against his fellow Cub Scouts. He could hardly focus in school because he was too busy drawing blueprints and testing various models, hypothesizing which would be the fastest, or most aerodynamic. 

A week before the competition was supposed to happen, Sam was ready to put his car together. His older brothers, Jake and Josh, took interest in his project and trailed him into the garage as he gathered his tools. 

“I made a car for my troop,” Josh shared with Sam, hoping to impart some wisdom on his younger brother. 

“It was a lousy car,” Jake reminded Josh. “You placed in dead last because you glued your tires to a block of wood without checking to make sure that they rotated. The stupid thing sat at the starting line.” 

Josh frowned at Jake. “The whole point of this competition is to learn from your mistakes.” 

“I bought a Hot Wheels car ten minutes beforehand because I forgot to make one and got disqualified,” Jake told Sam. “So the bar isn’t too high if you want to impress Mom and Dad.” 

“I just want to make something I’m proud of,” Sam answered with a shrug. “But also I’m pretty sure I can win this thing,” he added. “The people in my troop aren’t the brightest.” 

“I guess things haven’t changed that much since we were there, huh Josh?” Jake nudged his twin in the ribs, which earned him a smack on the arm in return. He rubbed his forming bruise and motioned towards Sam’s journal. “Is that your plan?” 

“Uh huh,” Sam answered. He set his block of wood down and handed Jake the book. He would never say it to them upfront, but Sam really did want to impress his older brothers with his car. Earning their respect meant the world to him, and the fact that they had taken interest in his work was filling his heart with joy. 

Jake scanned over the various sketches of Sam’s car and raised his eyebrows. 

“This is detailed, Sammy. You really have been working hard on this.” 

Josh grabbed the notebook from Jake and studied it as well.

“There’s notes in here about aerodynamics. How do you know what that is?” 

“Dad showed me a documentary about how planes fly a few weeks ago. I thought it might make my car go faster too, with physics and all.” 

“Dad and his science documentaries,” Jake rolled his eyes. “So, can I help you with the saw?” 

Sam felt bad, but he had a specific plan in mind that he knew Jake couldn’t pull off. Plus, his parents had made it very clear to Sam that he and his siblings weren’t allowed to touch anything sharp. After Jake had sliced the tip of Sam’s thumb off a few years earlier, all of the Kiszka siblings were barred from putting their hands on any knives, saws, or other items that could cut. 

“I have to wait for Dad,” he sternly told Jake. The last thing he wanted was to get in trouble with his parents or, even worse, have Jake cut his thumb off again. That had hurt pretty bad. 

Jake looked like he wanted to protest, but Josh put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, and then pointed up the stairs at the main level of their house. 

“I’ll go and grab the old man now so we can get this thing started.” 

Sam wasn’t sure that he liked how Josh was referring to his project as a group effort, but he decided to let it slide since he was grateful that Josh was following his parent’s orders. It was rare that his brothers listened to their parents, especially since they had entered their teenage years. 

Josh bound up the rickety wooden steps and threw open the door leading into their kitchen, disappearing from sight while calling out for their dad. Sam and Jake stood in silence for a few beats, but then Jake cleared his throat. 

“Your design really does look good. Like, a lot better than the stuff I saw when Josh and I did the competition.” 

“We’ll see how it turns out,” Sam mumbled, his cheeks flushing. Jake seemed to be uncomfortable with the silence lingering between them because he moved across the garage to retrieve a soccer ball that was sitting around. Sam tried to focus his attention back on his blueprint while Jake started to juggle the ball, his sneakers squeaking against the pavement. 

Josh came back down a few minutes later with Kelly in tow, and the two joined Sam’s side. 

“You’re in charge here, kiddo,” Kelly told Sam. “You let me know what you need, and I’ll give you a hand. But you’re in the driver’s seat.” Kelly couldn’t help but chuckle at his pun. “What’s first?” 

“We have to rough cut my design,” Sam regained some of his confidence. He liked the feeling of being in charge and, more than that, holding his dad and Josh’s attention. Jake, on the other hand, was too preoccupied with his soccer ball at the other end of the garage. Kelly grabbed the block of wood Sam had been given by his Scoutmaster. 

“Shave it down a bit?” 

“Yeah, a lot thinner,” Sam said. He reached for his sketches and held them up to his dad to inspect. Kelly’s eyes scanned over Sam’s pencil drawings and he broke out into a smile. 

“Sounds good,” he said as he carefully set the notebook back down. 

Kelly let Sam wear a pair of safety goggles while he used his saw on the wood and instructed Jake and Josh to stand at least ten feet back. Jake had joined their side the second he saw Kelly bust out the saw, and looked visibly disappointed that he couldn’t move closer to see his dad cut the wood. While Kelly got to work, Sam looked over his shoulder a few times and grinned at his older brothers, who were both standing on their toes trying to get a better view. Sam had a front row seat though, and he remembered that he was the one in charge. He put that authority into practice when he noticed that his dad was being conservative with how much he shaved off. 

“I want it to be light,” Sam told his dad. “Take off more.” 

“You got it,” Kelly grunted. 

When he was done, Kelly presented Sam with his altered block, which was cut down to a thin rectangle. Sam cradled the wood in his small hands and studied it, picturing how it would look when it was done. He was still feeling confident that his design was going to win. 

“I need to sand it now,” Sam announced. This brought Jake and Josh closer to him, looking expectant that they would be asked to lend a hand. Sam wanted to be in charge of smoothing out certain edges of his car because he had to be very particular about it all, but he also wanted to make his brothers happy. “You can sand the tires,” he tried to delegate the work. “That will cut down on the friction.” 

That was more than enough to satisfy Jake and Josh since they happily accepted some sand paper from Kelly and grabbed Sam’s tires. 

“I didn’t realize you were supposed to do this,” Sam overheard Josh telling Jake. 

“It wouldn’t have mattered for your car, considering your tires didn’t even work.” 

“No need to keep bringing that up.” 

Sam kept his goggles on because they made him feel official, and he settled at his dad’s work bench to focus on his work. He reasoned that his car needed to be curved slightly in the front and have its corners be softened. He had read a lot of books at the library about the fastest cars on the planet, and a lot of them followed a similar structure. Sam grabbed his sandpaper and got to work, rubbing it carefully against the wood while biting his lip in deep concentration. 

“I think we’ve got the tires in good shape,” Jake joined Sam’s side while he finished shaving down the front of his car. Sam let out a short huff because he didn’t want to be distracted from his work, but he turned to look back at Jake, who was holding out the four black tires in his hand with a satisfied grin. Sam grabbed one of the tires and held it up to the lightbulb screwed into the wall above their dad’s bench to inspect their work. 

“Just a bit more sanding and then it should be good,” Sam said back to Jake. 

“You’re kidding,” Jake’s smile dropped. “We spent like twenty minutes on those.” 

“Friction will slow it down. I need this car to be as fast as possible.” 

Jake took the tire back from Sam and turned back to return to Josh. “The sandpaper is gonna turn my hands to stumps pretty soon,” he grumbled under his breath. 

Sam focused back on sanding the wood and, by the time Jake and Josh returned to his side holding out the tires again, he was happy with how the body of his car looked. It was pretty close to his drawings, which Kelly verified when he stuck his head back into the garage to check on their progress. 

“This is gonna be a fast one,” he claimed as he twirled the car around in his hands. “I can tell.” 

“Can you make some holes near the bottom for the axles and tires?” Sam asked his dad. “Oh, and also a few holes in the bottom for my weights?” Kelly inspected where Sam had penciled in for him to cut and brought the wood back to his workstation to use his loud drill. Within no time, the wood was back in Sam’s hands, and Kelly excused himself to get started on dinner upstairs.

Sam grinned down at his car and then snapped his head back up to look across at Jake and Josh. 

“It’s time to decorate it.” 

“What are you gonna do for the paint job?” Josh’s eyes were wide with interest.  

“Flames?” Jake guessed. “The Batman logo?” 

Sam shook his head. “I want it to be sleek, modern, and sexy.” 

“Sexy?” Jake and Josh both gaped at their younger brother. 

“You’re ten, what do you know about sexy?” Josh sounded genuinely concerned. 

“I hear people call cars sexy,” Sam replied. That was really all he understood about the word. His response seemed to bring some relief to his brothers since they dropped the subject. 

“So, sleek and modern, huh?” Jake asked Sam. 

“I want it to be red and glossy,” Sam shared. 

“Only red?” Josh checked in. “You could paint something else on it, you know.” 

“I was gonna do a Spiderman design, but I think only red is better,” Sam replied. “It feels more, I don’t know, grown up.” 

“I can grab you a Sharpie and you could write some stuff on it,” Josh suggested. “Like ‘Sam Kiszka rules’ and ‘I love my brothers.’”

“Ew, gross,” Jake made a face. “Don’t you dare write that on your car.” 

Sam laughed at his brothers. 

“I’m just gonna do red.” 

Josh was hovering around Sam quite a bit while he retrieved a tube of red acrylic paint from their arts and crafts drawer, and he took the hint. 

“Do you want to help me paint?” Sam asked Josh. 

“Sure,” Josh tried to sound cool, though Sam could tell that he was secretly ecstatic. 

They settled back in the garage and grabbed their paint brushes, both spreading the scarlet shade over the wood. Off to the side, Jake had snagged his own paintbrush and was carefully decorating the discarded pieces of wood that Kelly had cut off of the original block of wood with the Cool S. Sam and Josh covered the car in three hefty coats of paint before Sam decided that it was looking good. The color was bright and was certain to gather a lot of attention out on the track. To top it off, Sam added some gloss over the paint so it had a bit of a shine to it when it was held up to the light. 

“What do you think?” Sam called over to Jake, who had started mindlessly painting on his bare arms so they were mostly blue. He let his brush drop back down onto the table in embarrassment, and squinted to look at Sam’s progress. 

“Looking good!” he called back, giving a blue thumbs up. 

Since they had to wait for the paint to dry, Jake and Josh excused themselves so they could find something else to do to keep themselves preoccupied that wasn’t watching paint dry. Sam overheard them scheming to paint Jake entirely blue so he could run around their neighborhood pretending to be a member of the Blue Man Group. 

Sam took advantage of the peace and quiet and focused hard on aligning his axles and securing the tires. When he was satisfied, he glued the axles in place and then popped the tires on. He gave the car a light push across Kelly’s work bench and watched in delight as it moved in a straight line with ease. 

“Nice,” Sam whispered to himself. And then he hustled upstairs to find his mom. 

Karen was the self-proclaimed expert with the hot glue gun, which was what Sam needed to secure his metal into the back of his car to insure that it moved as fast as possible. 

“MOOOOOOOOOOM!” Sam shouted from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, Hun?” Karen’s voice was muffled from the other end of the house. Sam cradled his car in his arms to make sure it didn’t get damaged, and ran down the hallway to his parent’s room. There, he found Karen, laying on top of their Queen bed while flipping through Water For Elephants. 

“Can you glue something for me?” Sam asked, out of breath. 

“Is this your Pinewood Derby car?” Karen asked in intrigue, motioning for Sam to pass her his car so she could admire it. Sam excitedly handed it to her, hoping to receive more praise for his hard work. “Oh wow,” Karen breathed out. “This looks really good, Sammy. I love the color too.” 

“Josh helped me paint it,” Sam said as he puffed out his chest in pride. 

“That was nice of him,” Karen gave Sam a warm smile. “So what do you need me to glue?” 

“I have these Tungsten balls that should fit in the holes Dad drilled to the bottom of the car in the back,” Sam explained quickly. “I need the hot glue gun to make sure that they stay in place.” 

“Let me grab it,” Karen told Sam. He watched her mark her place in her book and stand from the bed to rummage through her closet for the hot glue gun. It had been a while since she had needed it; the kids weren’t doing art projects as much as they used to. 

They moved to the kitchen where she could plug the glue gun in, and Sam stood on his step stool to watch his mom trap the metal inside the drilled holes with the hot glue. While they waited for it to harden, Sam watched an entirely blue Jake run around the front yard, waving his hands around and cackling loudly. Karen caught a glimpse of her son and shook her head in disbelief. 

“What am I going to do with your brother?” she sighed. 

They both watched as Josh ran behind Jake with the garden hose, trying to wash him off with an equally loud laugh. 

Later that evening, the entire Kiszka family crowded in the living room to watch Sam test his design against the infamous Hot Wheel car that had gotten Jake disqualified three years earlier. On their homemade track, built out of old carboxes, Sam and a slightly less blue Jake held their cars at the starting line. 

“On your marks,” Josh called, “Get set, go!” 

Jake and Sam dropped their cars at the same time and watched in awe at the incredible speed that carried Sam’s car to the finish line in what felt like the blink of an eye. A few seconds later, Jake’s Hot Wheel clunked past the finish line. Sam’s grin was wide as he pictured his car winning the following weekend at the Derby in a similar fashion. 

In what felt like no time, Sam was at the Frankenmuth Youth Center, carefully shielding his car model from any harm. His fellow Cub Scouts were crowding around the racetrack and playing with their cars on the gym floor, which Sam noted was ruining their tires. 

He was standing off to the side, surrounded by his family, attempting to remain calm while he waited his turn for the competition. When the time finally came, Sam could feel his heart start to thunder in his chest. 

You can do this, he thought down to his car. He hoped with all of his might that his car was going to win. The prize was a large trophy which was pretty cool, but Sam mostly wanted to prove to the other kids that he could make the best, fastest car out there. 

He eyed his competitors and noted that their cars were too tall, too wide, too flimsy-looking, too chunky. In comparison his car looked like a part of the Indianapolis 500. Sam gingerly placed his car in its designated lane and then, per the Scoutmaster’s direction, took two steps away from the starting line. 

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, Sam silently prayed. 

“Let’s go, Sam!” Josh called from the crowd. 

Please, Sam tried one last time. 

The bar holding the cars in place on their elevated slope was removed, and the cars sped down the track in a quick zip. The bright red color of Sam’s car definitely made it stand out against his competitors, and he had no trouble tracking it as it zoomed down the track at the front of the pack. The other cars felt like they were miles behind him. Sam started to imagine all of the bragging rights he would earn on the playground and could feel his stomach turn in glee. The Scoutmaster’s shrill whistle marking the end of the race brought Sam out of his daydream and, beaming wide, he waited to hear the announcement that his car had won. But, off in the distance, he saw the Scoutmaster holding a different car up. 

Bradley, who was conveniently the Scoutmaster’s son, ran to join his dad with an excited whoop, dancing at the finish line with his winning car. Sam’s face dropped in shock. Bradley’s car hadn’t seemed like a threat to him when he studied the other cars in the race earlier, but there must have been something about his design that outshone Sam’s. 

Sam could feel the excitement oozing out of him until he noticed that the Scoutmaster was holding up his car as well. He could just barely hear his gruff voice call out, “Second place!” 

Even though Sam had been shooting for first place, second place got a trophy as well which was more than enough to keep him happy. He had never won anything in his life and had always dreamed of having something shiny to display on his bookcase, just like his siblings. 

He sprinted to the finish line and had his winning car placed back in his hands, which he immediately lifted up in victory. Within seconds his family was by his side, clasping him on the back and congratulating him. That is, everyone but Josh. 

“Don’t you think it’s a bit rigged that the Scoutmaster’s son won?” he asked with his brows furrowed. 

“Joshua, not right now,” Karen told him. 

“It just seems a little bit fixed,” Josh continued to argue. 

Sam hadn’t considered that, but Josh did have a point. 

“Bradley cheated!” he called out. 

“No,” Kelly assured Sam, turning briefly to shoot Josh a glare. “He won fair and square. But you got second place which is so wonderful! You should be so proud of yourself.” 

“They stole that win from you,” Josh whispered to Sam. 

“Joshua,” Karen warned her son again. Josh took the hint and shuffled away from Sam. 

Sam was ready to continue spewing conspiracies that the entire race was fixed, but he was quickly distracted when the Scoutmaster announced that they begin the award ceremony. While Sam continued to hold onto his car, he was handed a polished gold trophy that had “2nd Place” written on a plaque at the bottom. He could hear his family whoop and cheer for him loudly and, in that moment, Sam felt like he had accomplished something truly great for the first  time. He always felt like he was living in the shadow of his older siblings but, finally, he could enjoy the limelight. He felt a new confidence growing in him as he realized he had won something that he was in charge of. It had been his design, not Jake’s, not Josh’s, not Ronnie’s, not his parent’s, his. He couldn’t be more proud. 

After receiving the news from Josh about their Grammy, Sam felt transported back to his youth when he placed second at the Pinewood Derby Competition. Like nine years prior, his heart swelled with joy that he, Danny, and his brothers had come together to create something that was uniquely theirs, and found success along the way. 

“We worked so hard for this,” Sam told Josh, his voice quivering as his emotions caught up to him.

“Nice to finally win first, right, Sammy?” Jake joined Josh, calling into the phone to Sam. 

“It definitely is,” Sam laughed.

#gvf #greta van fleet #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #gvf fanfic #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fic #greta van fleet fanfic #pinewood derby #now I know how to make one of these cars....kinda lol

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A Small Adventure with Dad - Sora x Child!Reader

First off, hope you see this. I tried and failed to @ you.

Second, not gonna lie, I've been trying to write this since the request came in. It's been doing my head in and I rewrote it like 7 times. So I'm sorry it's not perfect, and probably not as fluffy as you hoped. And I definitely didn't do any edit/clean up, but I hope it at least entertains you a little.

Premise: The time has come to save the future

Words: 2,372

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               The salty air breezes by, the sky raining warm sunshine down on us. Gentle waves rock the world while we bustle about in keeping Black Pearl sailing ahead.

               One of our men points out over the water. “Land ho!”

               “Land ho!” the rest of us holler out in excitement.

               It’s been a few weeks since I arrived here.

               And I don’t mean “here” by The Caribbean.

               The thing is, I’m not from around here. Where I come from, things are beginning to distort and fall apart. After my father and uncle vanished and my own existence began to flicker, we received a visit from a family friend who was able to point us in the direction of the event causing the chaos. It was tasked to me to fix this mess and with ample warnings not to meddle beyond what was required.

               So far, the hardest part has been finding my way without a version of myself here or losing my body, yet I did. It was sheer coincidence that I happen to run into Sora, Donald, and Goofy shortly after. There was some suspicion, but it pretty much evaporated when they discovered that I had my own keyblade. It’s been a comical series of events ever since. Everyone I meet asks how they know me or if we’ve met somewhere. Alternatively, they’re exasperated at the double chaos known as me and Sora. It’s not my fault we get along so well.

               I know it’ll end and probably sooner than I’d like, but until then, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy the time I have with my new friends.

               I get to work adjusting the sails as we divert course towards the island, singing that silly shanty at the top of our lungs as we have the whole time.

               “And really bad eggs!” Jack stumbles as the ship breeches the shore and goes tumbling over the edge.

               “JACK!” The rest of us run to the edge of the vessel to check on the captain. He simply lays in the sand, coming to terms with the fact that he’s ashore.

               Suddenly, there’s a little jingle. All eyes dart to Sora.

               “Sora!” Donald scolds, flapping his arms frantically.

               “Put it on silent!” I hiss.

               Instead, he answers it. “Hello?” he whispers loudly.

               “Sora, we—”

               “Shhh!” It’s kind of harsh, but in the name of the world order, we have no choice but to make Ienzo keep it down.

               “S-Sorry,” he says much softer.

               “What’s up?” asks Sora.

               “We’ve received some unusual activity in the Kingdom of Corona. Kairi, Riku, and King Mickey are already on their way, but I think it would be wise to send everyone to investigate this matter.”

               “It’s that big, huh?”

               I can’t help the goosebumps creeping up my spine. This might be it.

               “I believe so.”

               Sora looks to us for opinions.

               “What about Jack?” Goofy asks.

               Again, we peer over the railing to see the captain ambling off along the shore on his own.

               “He’ll be fiiiine,” I reply.

               “You think so?”

               “Look at him? He barely knows we’re here when we’re the ones manning his ship. I’m sure he’ll have gotten himself off the island and onto his next adventure without us.”

               We turn back to Sora who looks back at his GummiPhone. “We’re on our way.”

               “Great. I’ll inform the others to wait for you before proceeding.”

               The call ends there. One last glance is spared to the captain that still hasn’t acknowledged we haven’t joined him before we set out for the Kingdom of Corona.

               My boots meet the grass. Again, the sun blesses us with its warm kiss though the breeze lacks the heavy salt of The Caribbean. There’s significantly less water about, but instead the sea is of glorious, pastel flowers soaking in the radiant light from above.

               “This place is pretty,” I awe, taking in all the greenery.

               “About time our wayward pirates showed up.”

               Her voice captures our attention and we spot Kairi strolling closer, Riku and Mickey following after.

               “Hey guys!” Sora calls.

               “Do you guys have any leads on our Heartless?” I ask as we meet up.

               “Nope. We were told to wait for you,” Riku says. “Ienzo says it’s likely to be a tough one.”

               “Sounds fun,” I laugh.

               “Fun? Really?” Riku’s not nearly as entertained as I am.

               I shrug. “What? We’re investigating this whether or not we’re afraid. Might as well plan on beating it to a pulp.”

               Though he scrunches his nose in disapproval, there’s the slightest hint of a smirk in his expression. “I don’t know if you’re brave or crazy.”

               “Thanks! I inherited it from my father.”

               Well whatever expression he had, it all goes out the window, leaving him baffled. “Wha…What?”

               I wave my finger guns at him.

               Quite honestly, the conversation doesn’t get much smarter than that. So we set out, keeping eyes peeled for signs of this unusual Heartless.

               In spite of big words, my heart slams against my ribs, anxiety creeping into my throat. As we wander the woods, I elect to keep my mouth clamped shut. If this is what I think it is, they are not prepared for this and, quite frankly, I’m not even sure I am. But I can’t let on that I know—that would open too many lines of conversation I’m not allowed to divulge.

               The ground rumbles beneath our feet. My voice catches on that lump of anxiety, but Riku’s is clear.

               “Run!”

               Everyone manages to dive out of the way as the earth gives way. From the dirt rises a serpentine beast with a body littered in thorns. A trio of flowers sprout from the top, each snapping their razor-sharp teeth. The largest in the middle is the only real face with wild, spiraling eyes. On the chest of this beast is the tell-tale emblem of the Heartless. This is an ancient species of serpentine monster that disappeared well before even my father’s time; I’d only ever seen it mentioned in a book. And those notes were nothing good.

               With a roar, the beast attempts to bite down on anyone as it lunges at the group. This starts the wildest fight of my life. The triplet heads independently strike at lightning speeds and the thorns on its sides make it difficult to make a mark with our attacks. Even when they do land, the thick skin of the snake soaks the ones that do land. The heads aren’t even the only threat this thing has as the tail whips at us, crushing rocks when it missed.

               My heart stops when I watch Sora raise his weapon to top one of the smaller heads from chomping down on him. His arms strain to hold it back, leaving him wide open for the tail to come through. I have just a split second to get out of the way the brunette is sent flying back, colliding with the cliffside at our backs.

               It feels like a fist jerking on my heart and I stumble.

               This is bad. I knew they would struggle, but I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do against this thing. I wasn’t prepared to face a Thorned Snake.

               There’s the slightest movement at the cliff overlooking us. My eyes snap to the black coat observing the fight—that’s who summoned this monster.

               I narrowly missing getting bitten into as my blade changes into a glider and takes me up to meet the Organization member. The man with pink hair doesn’t even spare me a glance.

               “Stop! Stop this!” I shout, racing towards him. “Please, Lauriam!”

               A brow rises in my direction. “And just who are you?”

               “Someone who knows that if you do this, you will regret it.”

               I step back beneath his imposing figure. In a whirl of petals, he now wields his signature scythe. “Threatening me, are you?”

               “No!” I can’t raise a weapon to this man. I know him—I know the importance of the part he’s meant to play. “Please, just don’t do this!”

               “You have one last chance to run.”

               “Lauriam, please.” His second hand meets the staff and I cower beneath its rising blade. “I’ll give you a clue about what you’re looking for!”

               His body freezes, mid swing, and he turns on me with the look of a man gone feral. “What did you just say?”

               I barely have time to brace myself, yet I wasn’t really prepared to be hung midair by my neck.

               Voice deep, violent, desperate, he demands more. “Tell me what you know.”

               Unable to speak beneath the crushing force of his grip, I glance to the raging battle below. That grip tightens but I know that I have to hold out or this won’t be the end of just me.

               A frustrated huff signals that I’ve won. I hit the ground, gasping for air. His snap echoes in the air, followed shortly by the ground rumbling. In the battle below, vines burst from the ground, entangling the beast. It soon forgets my allies as it struggles against the bindings. Thorns pierce its skin, eliciting a roar of pain and I almost feel bad for the thing. There was no hope against the crushing vines as the Heartless soon releases its heart and disperses in a cloud of smoke.

               Immediately, Marluxia turns on me. “Now tell me. Where is it? Why am I here?”

               Collecting my composure, I rise to my feet. “You need to look into the Realm of Fiction.”

               He’s barely restraining himself in his frustration. “What does that mean?”

               “That’s all I can tell you.”

               “And why should I trust you? What’s stopping me from choking the life out of you right now?”

               Suddenly it occurs to me—the reason she was the one to visit and set me on this path. Reaching into my jacket, I pull the fabric she asked me to keep with me. In my outstretched hand I offer up the vermillion ribbon. All that animosity washes off him, replaced by weary heartache. Almost reverently, he accepts my gift.

               “Where did you get this?” he murmurs, not quite understanding his own reaction.

               “You’ll find out soon enough.”

               His green eyes scan me over once again. “You’re not from here, are you.”

               I shrug with a meek smile.

               “You know I can’t back down from this war, right? I will defeat them when the time comes.”

               “You do what you need to do,” I say. My feet carry me towards the edge of the cliff. “May your heart be your guiding key.”

               What I said stuns him. “What did you—?!”

               Marluxia’s question can’t be answered now. I take that last step off the edge landing on the glider that carries me down to the waiting warriors of light below. I can’t fight the smile on my face, having succeeded in my mission, averted a crisis, and set everything back on the right path.

               “You guys okay?” I ask as my feet hit the ground.

               “What happened?” Kairi asks.

               Riku has some idea. “What did you do?”

               “I just…had a heart-to-heart.”

               “With Marluxia?” Sora is full of skepticism.

               “Yep.” I let the smile slip. “But don’t let that fool you. He’s still just as much of a threat as he was before. Do not take him lightly.”

               “How did you do that?” Donald scratches his head.

               “I can’t tell you.”

               His feathers ruffle. “You and your secrets.”

               Mickey isn’t quite as bothered. “We’d better report back to Ienzo and let him know that the Heartless is gone.”

               Sora looks to me. “And we better get back to Jack and make sure he’s not still stranded on that island.”

               I’m not quite prepared for this. My time here was always meant to be limited but getting to know these people in this time is a memory I’ll always keep close to my heart. It’s really made me come to appreciate who they are.

               Still, it takes me a moment to get the words out. “Actually, I think it’s time for me to go.”

               Surprise crosses all their face.

               “Huh? Where to?” asks Sora.

               “Home.” A laugh escapes me. “My dad is probably waiting for me to tell him all about this.”

               A hand passes through his hair as he considers the non-existent options. “You’re from Destiny Islands right? We could probably make a pitstop there if you wanna see him.”

               “It’s a bit more complicated than that.” From my pocket, I produce a star-shaped gem.

               Mickey immediately recognizes the item. “That’s a star shard!”

               “Yep. There’s a detour I gotta make if I want to actually get home.”

               “So when are you coming back?” I knew that question would pop up, but I don’t know if it’s more or less painful that it’s Sora who asks.

               “It’s gonna be a long time,” I answer honestly. “You’ll probably have forgotten me by the time we meet again and you may not recognize me.” I offer a hand in the face of his confusion. “But we will meet again. Trust me.”

               The parting sadness in his eyes brightens, a small hint of happiness coming through.

               “Alright.”

               Sora takes my hand and I pull him into my arms. With a hearty pat, I step away from him and bid the rest goodbye in turn. The star shard in my hand begins to glow as I send it the thoughts of my destination. Memories of my time here swell in my heart. Muscles in my cheeks hurt from all the smiles, but I don’t even care.

               “See you guys.” The next words slip from my mouth before I can even think about it. “Bye dad, I love you.”

               Oh I messed up. It feels like the everything stops and I wait for the worlds to end.

               Instead, Riku points at me with accusation. “I KNEW IT!”

               Sora, himself, is confused out of his mind. “Wait, what?!”

               Kairi puts a hand on his shoulder. “Sora, that’s your—"

               “WELL!” I interrupt loudly. “I’ve overstayed my welcome and Wilbur’s parents are gonna kill him if I don’t get his ship back! Bye!”

               Before the star shard takes me away, I hear Sora’s voice.

               “Bye, I love you too!”

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Mini Fanfic #1028: Birthday Movie Night (RWBY)

9:43 p.m at The JNPRO'S Residence's Living Room......

Pyrrha: (Looks at Oscar's Mirror Reflection While Fixing up her Hair and Wearing a Wonder Woman Costume) So what kind of scary movie you and Ruby will be watching this evening, Oscar?

Oscar: (Fixing up his Tie as He Wears a Dress Suit Resembling That to Loid Forger) Winnie the Pooh: Blood & Honey.

Jaune: (Walk Past the Duo, Wearing a Link's Breath of the Wild Costume) They made a horror film about Pooh?

Oscar: Yep. Apparently it's about him tracking down Christopher Robin down and kill him for forgetting about him or something.

Ren: (Walks Past the Duo Wearing A Neji Costume) That....somewhat disturbing....

Oscar: Yeah, but Ruby said it already had a cult following for a while now, so we might as well check it out now than later I guess.

Nora: (Stands Behind Oscar With her Hands on her Hips, Wearing a Velma Costume) Well, I hope it doesn't have too much gore and bloodshed. (Hugs Oscar) I don't want you get any nightmares from all of that.

Oscar: (Gently Pats the Top of Nora's Hands) Don't worry. If the movie gets too intense, we could always turn it off and watch something else. Nothing to it.

'Doorbell Ring'

Oscar: Oh. Speaking of which....(Frees Himself From Nora's Arms and Makes his Way to the Door and Opens it) Ruby! Happy Birth-d-day?

Oscar's eyes and mouth begins to widens at the sight of his girlfriend wearing a form-fitting, halter-style black dress, a front skirt, a pair of black thigh-high boots, and black fingerless gloves, resembling that to Loid's "Wife", Yor Forger. All while having a bit of flirtous smirk on her face.

Ruby: (Giggles Softly) Hi, honey~

Oscar: H-Hey.

?????: You call him "Honey"?

Oscar: (Quickly Turns Around to See Jaune Staring at the Couple) Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-

Ruby: (Happily Nodded) That's right! Your boy here called me Dear once on our date, so I figured I returned a favor and give him a pet name of my own. (Pulls Oscar into a Hug) My sweet honey pie~

Jaune: (Starts Smirking at the Lover Boy and Question) You don't say~

Oscar: It was one time and complete accident!

Ruby: But you meant it, right?

Oscar: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah, I did....(Smiles a Little) Dear.

Ruby: (Grins Happily with a Giggle)

Jaune: (Chuckles Lightly) Ah man! You guys been dating for a month and a half now and you're already on the pet naming phase?

Pyrrha: (Clasps her Hands Together With a Cutesy Smile on her Face) They're growing up so fast~

Nora: (Leans the Half of her Body the Couple's Direction and Crosses her Arms With a Suspicious, Motherly Like Look on her Face) Uhh-huh....a bit too fast if you ask me. You better not try and do anything risqué with my boy while we're gone, Rose!

Ruby: (Eyes Widened While Blushing) N-Nora! What made you think I would do something like that? You know me!

Nora: True, but my mother instincts could tell exactly how promiscuous you girls are. (Points Two Fingers at her Eyes Before Pointing Them Directly to Ruby) So I got my eyes on you.

Ruby: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Anyone ever tell you that you're taking this whole "Mother Hen" role a tad bit overboard?

Oscar: (Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face as Well) I've been telling her that ever since the day we met.

Jaune: Cut her some slack, you guys. She's only like this because she cares.

Oscar: And I appericate her for that a lot. Doesn't make it any less annoying.....

Jaune: (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth Woth a Sheepish Smile) You do have a point there.....

Nora: (Comically Glares at the Trio in Front of Her) I CAN HEAR YOU THREE, YA KNOW!?

Ren: (Holds Up his Scroll) Guys, I received a text from Sun. The party's about the start in a few minutes

Jaune: (Eyes Widens) Already? Alright, uh...(Turns Back to Oscar and Ruby) The number to the Pizza place is on the fridge, money for it is on top of the fire place, and....(Gently Ruffles Both of Oscar and Ruby's Heads) try not to stay up too late, 'kay? (Males his Way Out the Door)

Pyrrha: We'll bring you back some treats once we come back from the party. (Gives Oscar a Kiss on the Cheek Before Walking Out the Door as Well)

Ren: (Walks By and Gives Oscar Another Gentle Hair Ruffling Before Following Behind the Rest) I'll make sure we get back home safely.

Nora: We're gonna miss you....(Picks Oscar Up and Hugs Him Lovingly) Soooooo much!~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Gonna miss you guys too, Nora~ Just try and have fun out there without me, alright?

Nora: ('Sigh') I'll try~ (Gives Oscar Three Kisses on his Cheek Before Putting him Down and Pointing her Fingers at Ruby Again) Watching you....

Ruby: (Giggles a Bot While Rolling her Eyes) I got the message the first time, Momma Nora.

Nora: (Went Back to Smiling Brightly) 'Kay, just making sure. (Walks Out of the Door Before Turning Around and Waving Goodbye to the Couple) Have a good date night, you two!~ Ruby, if you break my baby's heart, I'll break your leeeeeegs!~

Ruby: (Slowly Waves Goodbye Back to Nora While Chuckling Nervously) Yeah.....Fully noted....(Closes the Door Before Letting Out a Sigh) Oh geez.....

Oscar: Okay, I need to ask this: has Nora ever broken anyone's legs before you met me or no?

Ruby: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Uhhhh.....Does a giant, four legged Grimm counts as anyone?

Oscar: (Shrugs) Eh. I guess.

An Hour or Two Later in the Living Room

TV Screen: I'M SORRY, POOH! I-I didn't mean to leave you or forget about you, I- ('Roaring Chainsaw Noises')

Ruby: (Holds a Plate of Pizza in her Hand While the Side of her Head is Leaned Towards Oscar's Shoulder) You know, it's kind of surreal seeing something as cute and cuddly as Pooh be starred in a horror movie of all things. (Takes a Bite Off her Slice of Pizza)

Oscar: Tell me about it. I'm surprised the company who made him, didn't sue the film director yet.....

Ruby: Right? Ooh! (Gets Up From Oscar's Shoulder, Picks her Scroll Up From the Coffee Tea In Front of Her and Ues it to Find Something) Speaking of cute and cuddly, guess who else dressed up for Halloween?~

Ruby shows Oscar a picture of her pet dog, Zwei, dressed up as Loid and Yor's adopted daughter, Anya Forger.

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Awww~ He looks so cute in that costume.

Ruby: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) The cutest!~ I wanted to bring him along here with us, but my dad said he needed him to help pass out the candy to everyone. (Starts Giggling a Little) Check this one out~

Ruby shows Oscar another picture of Zwei making a troll-like smile on his face, resembling that to look Anya is well known for making.

Oscar: (Starts Snickering) You actually got him to do that face?

Ruby: (Happily Nodded Some More) Mmhmm~ I taught him how to do that myself. (Puts her Head Down For a Brief Second Before Raising it Back Up and Showing Off the Anya Troll Face of her Own) See?~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Not too shabby there, birthday girl. Speaking of which, guess who's getting a present tonight?~

Ruby: ('GASPS') Meeeeee!?~

Oscar: Yep! Now close your eyes.

Ruby: (Immediately Drops her Smile in Place of a Pouty Look) Seriously?

Oscar: (Shrugs) Hey, it wouldn't be a special if I just give it to you upright. Nothing to it than that, right?

Ruby: (Stares at Oscar For a Brief Second Before Sighing in Defeat) Fiiiiine. I'll go along with the ordeal.....(Closes her Eyes Before Pointing at her Boyfriend) You owe me cuddles after this, mister!

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Whatever you say, Ruby~ You can see it riiiiiiiiiiiiight..... (Takes Out a Small, Black Box From his Pocket, Opens it, and Hands it in Front of Ruby's Face) Now.

As Ruby finally begins to open her eyes, they slowly widens and sparkles at the sight of her birthday present in front of her.

Ruby: Oscar.......You got me a necklace? Of my last name?

Oscar: Yeah. (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth With a Sheepish Smile on his Face) It wasn't the first option for a gift though. I thought about getting you a new video game at first, 'tIll I found out how expensive most of them really are. Then, I thought about buying ypu a weapon polish equipment for your Crescent Rose, but I figured you'd probably have one your own, so.....that plan was scrapped immediately. I couldn't find any shoes you would like to wear, I didn't think you would be into fashion in general, and I already made you batches of cookies this month. And no! You are still not allowed to know what the secret recipe for them are, no matter how many times you beg.

Ruby crosses her arms while pouting again.and making a 'Hmph' sound under her breath.

Oscar: So after that, I was planning on giving up and call the gift shopping quest quits for the day, till something in my mind told me to give the jewelry store a shot.

Ruby: (Starts Smirking Slightly) The Holy Ghost of the Ozpin?~

Oscar: ('Heh') Probably. But anyways, I went over to the jewelry store, look around for a few minutes or so until I finally stumbled upon the necklace in front of you. It might not be as fancy or exquisite as the others, I knew here and there that it would look perfect on you. So I paid it with a reasonable price and viola! Your birthday gift! I.....(Looks Away Shyly) hope you like it.....

Ruby: Like it? (Looks Back at her Boyfriend) Oscar, are you kidding? (Immediately Pulls Oscar into a Very Loving Hug) I. LOVE IT!!~ (Rock Herself and Oscar Back and Forth in her Arms) I love it, I love it, I love it so freaking much, thank you!~ (Starts Kissing Oscar Multiple Times on the Cheek)

Oscar: (Giggles Ticklishly by Each Kisses He Receives) Yeah~ No problem. Was not expecting to get alot of kisses on Halloween of all holidays.

Ruby: Yeah? Well, believe it, honey pie, cause I'm the woman here to deliver~ (Gives Oscar One Final Kiss on the Nose Before Smiling Softly at Him) But seriously though, Oscar, thank you. Again. It means so much that you went out of your way to do this for me. (Puts on a Determined Smile on her Face) And trust me, once your birthday comes around, I'll do whatever it takes to give you the best present ever!....Which (Starts TwiddlingherFingersa Little)...means I have to grind a little harder in the Huntress business more than usual, but no worries! I'll push through!....Somehow.

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Don't I know it. But to be honest, I probably wouldn't want anything too grand or spectacular.

Ruby: You don't?

Oscar: Yeah. I'm a simple man. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Looking Away a Bit) Plus, having you in my life is already a great enough gift to ever ask for, so.....

Ruby: (Snickers a Bit) Cheesy~

Oscar: (Playfully Shrugs) Well, it's true, isn't it? You got me fallen for you.

Ruby: True, true~ (Gently Grab Both of Oscar's Hands) Having you in my life just so happens to be the best birthday wish I've ever wanted~

Oscar: Really.

Ruby: Really, really~ I love you, Oscar~

Oscar: I love you too, Rubes~

As the young couple stares at each other for a brief second before slowly moving their heads towards each other to the romantic kiss, a loud, sharp scream and the roaring sound of a chainsaw Immediately snapped them out of their trance and turn their heads back towards the TV.

Ruby: Huh. He caught him. (Turns Back to Oscar) Is this movie scaring you at all so far or.....

Oscar: Honestly, I....don't think it is. You?

Ruby: (Shrugs) Eh. I've seen a lot scarer stuff than this. (Uses the Remote to Turn the Movie Off) Let's watch something else. (Gasps as She Comes Up With a Brilliant Idea) Like Scary Goodmother specials!~

Oscar: (Raises an Eyebrow) Scary Goodmother? As in one of those children Halloween books? They actually made a TV special based around that?

Ruby: Yeah, two of them!~ A long time ago to be exact. Where have you been all that time?

Oscar: Raised in a farm, Ruby. Where the only thing we have for technology are the tractors and a radio.

Ruby: (Giggles a Bit Awkwardly) Oh. Right. Well, no worries!~ (Grabs her Scroll From the Coffee Table Before Scooching Close to Oscar and Wrapping a Blanket Around the Both of Themselves) Your cute and lovable girlfriend is here to relive the glory that is my lovely childhood~ (Snuggles Onto her Garm Boi Affectionately) Woth some love and cuddles here and there, of course~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly Once More) It's your birthday.

Happy Birthday, Ruby Rose and Happy Halloween to You All!!

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Spider-Man Read-Through 024: Shang...ri-La (GSSM 2, ASM 138-140)

MASTERPOST

Today's post features Fu-Manchu, a bromance, purple, a bear (<3) and psychic powers, woohoo!

In our first issue, Spider-Man faces (and then fights with) Shang-Chi, who you may now know from the MCU. Back when I was a kid, I heard of him through Giant-Size Spider-Man #2.

The story begins with Spidey interrupting thievery by men who soon die unexpectedly, just as they start telling our hero about their master (Shang-Chi... or is he?). I feel like that idea of criminals dying as soon as they're about to tell all secrets has already been used recently on the comics but I'm too lazy to look that up. Shang-Chi's the son of Fu Manchu, the actual baddie and a cliché of the West's vision of Asia.

[Sorry, I used Ctrl Z again on Tumblr and it removed like half my text ugh]

The issue's nice, it's an obvious imitation of typical kung-fu movies and it works much better than other SM 100% fighting issues.

Now, onto the main plot...

Here's how ASM 138 opens:

I'm putting those panels for two reasons:

to show Peter is still a handsome motherfucker (affectionate)

to appreciate the continuity! Last ish, Harry did blow up their condo, and there's consequences for that! It's great to see.

Peter calls each one of his acquaintances, but none can house him (not surprising considering how much of an ass he was after Gwen's death), except one... as Peter's last call is for his old frenemy Flash.

AND THUS BEGINS THE FLASH/PETER SHIP'S GOLDEN HOUR. Look at Peter in the third panel, acting like a school girl who just asked her crush out. You go, Pete! Go get him!

Gerry Conway and Ross Andru seemed quite attached to realism. Why not! I do appreciate the purple.

There's an ugly villain with mystical powers just waiting to feed on Peter's aura, but we've got more pressing matters, such as:

Boyfriends!!!

"Slugging", huh...

I'm probably putting too much panels, but this issue is plain gorgeous.

The villain's story is absolutely horrifying, just like the premise of his powers.

I'm sorry, I don't have many observation to give, it's just an interesting issue to me and visually quite gorgeous (purple pants!!!).

Charles S. LeCates thinks that the Jackal is actually Richard, the Kingpin's son. He's apparently the only one who had that thought! That's not a bad theory... but it's incorrect. Oh well! Other theories are: the Jackal isn't a costume and the Jackal is the thief who murdered Uncle Ben. Hmm! Still wrong.

In the opening pages of #139, Peter says it's been "a few months" since Gwen died and "three weeks" since he became Flash's roommate. His life has been pretty hectic!

Unfortunately for me, he's already found a new appartment thanks to Liz when I was fully ready to see some Peter/Flash shenanigans. They were too gay to be featured as roommates for more than a single issue!

The Grizzly suddenly attacks the Daily Bugle, but Jameson's not interested.

(He's still attacked anyway.)

Jameson is saved by Spidey, who ends up following the Grizzly as Peter...

Can I just say how much I love this ending? It's a great moment. A bit silly on Peter's part, but very gloomy. Frightening, actually. My child self was scared of the Jackal's hand jumpscare hahaha. It's very effective! The penultimate page is actually quite liminal.

This is also the end I was left with for at least a decade.

...Well, not exactly. See, I also read those little jewels:

The first one compiles issues 144-151, that is to say, most of our next batch (the OG Clone Saga), so I haven't read issues 140-143, but I still know what happens after that.

The second one, while I'm at it, covers issues 30-35 of ASM Vol. 2 (2001) and thus ends just after Peter reveals his secret identity to a certain somebody... and I still don't know how they react!!!!! Can't wait to get there in, like, ten years.

So we have a final issue in this batch, one that I've never read. What are we waiting for?

You know me, I'm always here to see Peter get manhandled.

Gorgeous gorgeous GORGEOUS colors. Ned's wearing a pink jacket! I love it. I love it so much. Hell yeah!

You can't see it, but I'm slurping deliciously because between the arm & hand p0rn, the whump, and the colors, I really love those panels.

Later, Flash helps Peter move in.

I think I remember her so I'm pretty sure she features in later issues. Hmm, a model... Is Marvel trying to introduce a rival to MJ?

Flash is very interested in her, but she's obviously much more into Peter.

So here's some more arms and colors, because we all deserve it.

Hoping the Jackal was bluffing, Peter tries removing his bracelet... and succeeds with the power of blue flames! I wish he hadn't been able to discard it so quickly, especially considering the Jackal should know Peter's quite smart...

...and also a joker.

Jameson isn't so bad himself. He ruined the Grizzly's wrestling career!

Following those revelations and a few gags, Spidey tracks down the Grizzly and proceeds to strip him.

With the Grizzly neutralized, Spidey assures him that someday, he'll get the Jackal.

OH MY GOD??????? I'M SO HYPED! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!

Okay, before I close this post, please remember this panel for the next batch:

The Jackal sure looks agile... Who could it be?

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