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midnightlizard · 3 months

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Kara Danvers x gn!spidey! reader

Love square

Summary: Kara loves the reader, but they're in love with Supergirl. None of them knows who the other secretly is. (it's basically the miraculous plot if you've ever seen it)

Warnings: nothing really. Reader has Spiderman powers but the superhero name (Y/S/N) is not specified

Word count: 5080

It was a quiet night out in the streets, you already swung over the city a couple of times looking for people getting robbed, attacked or even murdered. But to everyone's luck, except maybe yours, National City was very peaceful tonight.

Hanging from a streetlight, you were pondering ending your patrol and just going back to bed, until you noticed something small moving out of the corner of your eye.

It didn't trigger your senses but you still decided to get on the ground to check it out.

What seemed to be now a small animal shierked away from the sudden movement, hiding under a bench.

Looking through the cracks of the wood you saw a pair of yellow eyes looking back at you.

"come here kitty, come come" you knelt on the cement, trying to get it to come to you. Surprisingly enough, it slowly advanced, coming out to sniff your outstretched fingers.

"oh sorry baby I have no food with me" but thankfully the cat didn't seem to mind, as it started headbutting your hand in search of cuddles. Now that it was under the light you could see its black fur and white spots, that made it look like it had socks on and a mustache.

"ahw look at you, you're so cute!" he wasn't wearing a collar, but you could tell he was a boy.

Between finding the best place to pet him and thinking how you could sneak him into your apartment at this hour without anyone noticing, you suddenly felt a shiver run down your spine and heard a gunshot a second later.

"sorry baby, got to go" you hurriedly said, and the cat almost seemed to miss your touch as you sprung into action, shooting a web at the nearest building and launching yourself into the air, swinging towards the sound.

When you arrived, not too long after, all you could see was a big red cape twirling around and three men around it.

There she was, the girl of steel, in all of her glory, fighting bad guys and not breaking a sweat. They didn't seem too dangerous and you both knew she could handle them herself. But that way you wouldn't get a chance to flirt with her.

You silently crawled the walls, as to not alert the men, and with every bad guy she sent flying into the air, you trapped them with your webs.

"what took you so long?" she asked, removing dust from her hands.

"I was with a kitty! I came as soon as I heard" you leaned close to her face "why, you missed me?"

"not a chance spidey" she put a hand on your cheeck and turned your head the other way. "where is the woman?" she took a step back, searching around. When her gaze turned to you, she saw your head tilted to the side in confusion, and decided to explain.

"there was a woman with them, they were trying to rob her, I jumped in but she must have escaped. Did you not see anyone on your way here?"

Even tho she couldn't see it, you smiled and shook your head "sorry beautiful, but you're the only woman I see" that made her groan out loud, though you knew she wasn't seriously bothered by it.

Since the moment you two met, you were instantly drawn to the blonde, to the confidence in her steps and the undeniable sweetness of her heart, and the fact that she was gorgeous was definitely a plus.

And from the first moment you decided to make it clear, you were never one to hide your feelings no matter the nature, hence the constant flirting.

Unfortunately, she never seemed to return the sentiment, turning you down every single time claiming she already had someone in her heart.

"I need to take them to the police station" she replied, ignoring the flattery "wanna help me bug?"

"You know" you started, already attatching two of the men on your back "for someone who insists on refusing me, you sure like using pet names"

You didn't give her time to reply when you gave her a mask covered kiss on the cheeck "race you there sweetheart" and with that, you started swinging, leaving her to scoff and pick up the remaining criminal.

The rest of the night went by smoothly, with only a couple of people speeding at a red light, but you weren't a traffic vigilante, so you didn't intervene.

- - -

It was almost five a.m. when you got back to your apartment. You went to check on your phone, not really expecting anyone to text you during the night. Much to your surprise, someone did.

Two hours ago, almost at the time you met supergirl, Kara texted you. It was nothing really, she just said how excited she was for your lunch plans for tomorrow, but it still made you laugh that she felt the need to say that in the middle of night.

Throwing your phone back on the nightstand, you took your suit off and got into bed, trying to get as much sleep as possible, to not look like a zombie in front of your friend.

- - -

Turns out, she looked just as sleepy as you. In fact, as soon as you two sat down at noonas, she let out a big yawn, covering her mouth with her hand "sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night" she apologized, light blush on her cheeks.

"oh I believe it" you said, picking up the menu "with texting me in the middle of the night and stuff"

Had you not been so focused on what to order, you probably would have noticed the darker shade of red that took over her face. "yea I was uhm, I couldn't sleep and I was thinking about it"

"We could have met another day, I wouldn't want you to fall asleep on me" you stated jokingly but she instantly started shaking her head.

"No! No, I mean, we haven't seen each other in a long time and I wanted to see you. Besides, I'm fine, really"

You almost wanted to laugh at her eagerness, she always managed to look cute without ever trying to. While on the other side of the table, Kara felt so embarrassed she wanted to fly away and never come back.

You resumed talking after the waiter came for your orders "You wanted to see me? You need something?"

yea to be your girlfriend.

"No it's, it's about next week's game night" she seemed to take a breath, pondering her next words "I was wondering if you could come earlier to uh, to help me prepare"

You squinted your eyes at her request, she never wanted any help setting things up, and she always ordered take out so it's not like she needed help in the kitchen.

Taking your silence as an answer, she started fidgeting with her hands. "Yea you're probably busy sorry, don't know why I-"

Kara stopped mid sentence, feeling your hand on hers. "No it's okay hun of course I can, I was just confused." she just nodded, raising her free hand to adjust her glasses.

When your food arrived, you removed your hand and the blonde immediately missed your warmth.

Nothing special happened after that, except for Kara blushing one too many times for her liking.

Once you two finished she had to excuse herself to run back to the office, before Cat would notice she's late. She went to reach for her purse but you stopped her, wrapping your hand gently around her wrist.

"Today it's on me beautiful"

If she hadn't felt her knees buckle at the petname and at your smile, she probably would have been more stubborn; instead Kara just hangs with her mouth open and nods, quickly running away.

- - - -

As soon as she entered the building, she was told by an intern that Cat was looking for her, so with a heavy sigh she ran into her office.

"Is the article I asked you last week-" she asked as soon as Kara got in, sending the blonde a slight glare "finally ready?"

Kara pushed her glasses up "Yes miss Grant, I just need to fix the layout" and she was about to add something, but the breaking news report displayed on the big screens behind Cat caught both of their attention. It was about a bank robbery (Y/S/N) alone just thwaterd.

With an intrigued glint in her eyes, the CEO turned her head to face her employee. "amusing, isn't it? Just a few months ago we all thought they were just Supergirl's side kick, turns out they're equals."

Hearing a scoff coming out from the blonde, she raised an eyebrow "you don't think so, Keera?"

"Of course they're a hero and they're saving people but they're definitely not like Supergirl" taking her boss' silence as a question she continued, and the words left her mouth before she could ponder them.

"Supergirl is serious and wants to get it over as quickly and as efficiently as possible, but they always plays around and get distracted constantly, and they're not serious at all."

"You seem to know a lot about them" she leaned forward, with her arms on her desk, and not caring about the blonde's stuttered excuse, she shrugged her shoulders "well considering you and supergirl are basically best friends"

Kara found a way to get out of this situation "yea she talked to me about them a coup-"

"I want to interview them. Give your current article to Jim or Finn," who was probably Winn "and get me that interview as soon as possible. They've never been in a real interview so it will be a scoop."

Knowing she couldn't even try to argue with the CEO, she nodded her head "you'll have it miss Grant" and got out of her office.

- - -

"what do I do Alex? It's not like I can go as Supergirl and ask them, they'll know something is up and will probably figure out who I am."

Unlike for (Y/S/N), where no one knew who they were, a lot of people knew who Supergirl was, and Kara thought it would be better if no more people knew about her other identity, and that meant hiding from you too, both of you.

"You're giving them a lot credit, I thought you thought they were dumb?" Alex asked with a small smile on her lips.

The kryptonian raised her head from the couch of her apartment, where it was previously buried, and looked at her sister with a frown. "They annoy me because they play around too much and constantly flirt with me but I never said they were dumb, they're actually really smart, and a good hero."

Alex has worked a lot with you so Kara knew she was just joking, but for some reason she still felt the need to defend you. The agent looked at the blonde before suggesting her idea "what if I ask them? They know you're my sister and it wouldn't be weird that I want to help you with your super demanding boss."

"mhh yea, that could work." a soft smile appeared on her lips "Thanks Alex"

Alex just nodded, waving her hand around dismissively. "More importantly," she started again, with a glint in her eyes that made Kara fear of what she was going to say "how did it go with (Y/N)? Are you two a thing yet?"

She started laughing as soon as she heard her sister's loud groan. "ugh I knew you were gonna ask that"

"you didn't tell them, did you?" Alex leaned her arm on the backrest of the couch, leaning her head on her arm.

"I mean I tried to" she glared at her sister's laugh, but she knew she couldn't really blame her "I just, stutter so much around them they must think I'm stupid"

"Ahw I'm sure they don't Kara" she stopped her teasing to reassure the kryptonian "first of all, you two are friends before anything else, second of all they're such a sweet guy they'd never think of you like that"

She stopped for a second, seeing the hopeful gaze in her sister's eyes "and most importantly, I'm sure they like you back, with all the pet names they give you."

"that doesn't mean anything, they call everyone by a nickname"

"you're the only one they call beautiful or pretty or honey or sweetheart or-"

"okay I get I get it" the flustered blonde hid her head between the pillows of the couch, face red from the tip of the nose to the top of the ears, just by thinking of all the times you called her any of these names.

"I mean...(Y/S/N) uses those on me too" the kryptonian resumed, and for some reason the blush didn't leave her cheeks.

- - -

Two days later, you sprinted from your house all the way to the D.E.O. and landed on the balcony, running to find Alex.

You started looking around, the big screens that often showed info about the mission were turned off with no one around, but that's not what caught your attention. Supergirl was nowhere in sight, she must have been called in too right? Unless she couldn't come.

When you noticed dark brown hair sitting at a chair from afar, you got into the director's office, probably breaking the handle with the sheer force you used.

Alex turned her head to look at you.

"What's going on Alex? Where's Supergirl? Is she okay?" The agent got up from her seat to face you.

"Calm down (Y/S/N), she's fine nothing happened" she reassured you "I just need your help with something"

Even though she couldn't see your face, frustration could be heard from your tone. "Nothing happened? You sent me a 911 signal" your shourlders slumped.

"yea because I need your help now"

You loudly groaned, though you were mostly grateful nothing serious happened, especially to Supergirl. "What do you need short Danvers?"

Making fun of her was a privilege you could only have while wearing your suit, given you were normally afraid of her.

Knowing you had the upper hand with your powers, and that it was all just playful teasing, she let it go, voicing her need. "My sister needs to get her boss an interview with you and she knows I work with you and supergirl so she asked for my help"

You opened your mouth to agree but closed it right after, thinking you could get something out of this too. "If I agree to the interview-"

"oh my god" Alex rolled her eyes "I'm not getting Supergirl to go on a date with you"

You loudly laughed at that, everyone knew where your head was at. "that's not what I was going to say!" you took a brief pause "but if that's what your offering..."

She crossed her arms, raising her brow, successfully shutting you up.

"I want to know who she-"

"definitely not" she interrupted you.

"oh come on, why not?" you move your hands in the air "you know who she is, John knows who she is, even Winn knows!"

"It's just safer this way spider, don't argue with me" her excuse didn't really hold up but you let it go for now, it should be Supergirl's call after all.

"fine" you rolled you eyes. And besides, "when's the interview?" you couldn't say no to Kara.

- - -

The next day you were on the roof of CatCo, your legs dangling off the edge.

"oh good you're here" you turned around at the sound of Kara's voice.

"your sister said you needed me" you got closer to her.

"yes hi" she replied quickly "but I will not be the one doing the interview, my boss Cat will" she glanced at the door. "but I need to tell you a few things first"

With a confused look, not that she could see it, you shrugged your shoulders, letting her go on "okay first" she took a big breath, speaking rapidly after that "do not let her drag you into her office, she will have the upper hand and you will not be able to withold information. Second, do not answer any personal life question, no matter how useless you think they are, she could always use them to find out who you really are. Third, don't even think-"

"with all due respect, my lady" you stopped her rant with your hands on her shoulders, and she regained her breath with a slight glare. The reason for it was unkown to you. "I am the superhero between us, so I know what I can and can't say"

And she didin't have time to rebut when she suddenly heard heels clicking their way up the stairs, making her jump away from you.

"Keera, glad to see you were able to do what I asked"

"isn't it Kara?" you spoke loudly, faking innocence, wanting to correct the older woman without being too obvious.

The woman gave you look, but didn't say anything. "can you leave us alone?" she turned to the reporter "I'd like to interview them alone"

- - -

The interview went well, you think, you didn't say anything about yourself and ended up following Kara's instructions. You thought about telling her how it went, but as you got to her desk you noticed her bag and jacket were gone.

"where did Kara go?" you stopped Winn is his steps, knowing he wouldn't be surprised by your presence.

"oh she went home early. She had a thing with (Y/N)- a friend" he corrected himself, thinking you wouldn't know them.

You forrowed your brows, but when your eyes landed on the clock hung on the wall you felt a shiver run down your spine. You were very late. You should have been at Kara's huose over half an hour ago.

You let out an exasperated sigh, "great- uh, I have to- I have to go now. I''l see you at- the DEO...soon?"

Winn only looked at you weirdly but he didin't have time to respond before you patted his shoulder and jumped out of the window, drawing some curious looks.

If Winn didin't know about your crush for supergirl, he'd probably thing you were jelous of yourself.

- - -

After picking up the backpack you left in one of the allies near Catco, you quickly put on some clothes, hiding your suit. You run up the stairs to Kara's apartment, frantically knocking on her door, still breathless and with your hair messy.

She had been pacing around the room for quite a while now so she quickly opened the door to your apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry I'm late love, I had a work thing and I thought about getting you something but it would have just been worse so I didn't"

You tried to explain, but to be honest her mind was still on how cute you looked with your cheeks flushed and how you breathlessly called her "love".

"oh it's fine. It doesn't matter now" she said letting you in, closing the door behind you.

"why? I thought you wanted help with something?" you shrugged your coat off, standing in the middle of the room. Hearing footsteps behind you, you turned around, your eyes meeting Alex's.

"hi, I didn't know you were coming here earlier too" you said, going in for a hug.

"she didn't come here early" Kara answered with a light edge to her tone, going into the kitchen.

"did you forget?" Alex whispered, and her tone wasn't as harsh, but it did sound like she wanted to scold you. It couldn't have been that serious, right?

You shook your head "no I told her I got caugth up in-" James knocking on the door stopped you, and soon after everyone else was there.

- - -

The night was going on smoothly, except for the fact that Kara didn't seat next to you like always, and she was persistent on avoiding your gaze, even tho you could feel her looking at you from time to time. She seemed to fidget more with her hands than usual, so you were sure something was up.

Thinking that asking Alex was not an option, you leaned towards Lena, whispering in her ear when it wasn't her turn to play.

"you know what's wrong with Kara?" she subtly turned to look at you, her lips in a thin line, she didn't need to look at her best friend to know what was going on inside her head.

"she's been like this all night, did she tell you anything?" you pleaded

Said blonde jumped up from the couch, claiming she was going to get another round of snacks and went into the kitchen. The Luthor gave you a nod, silently prompting you to follow the kryptonian, and as you got up to do so, you felt another pair of eyes on you.

You quietly made your way over, Kara's back facing you while she got herself a glass of water.

"uh are you okay?" you uttered, leaning on the counter so you could see her face "I noticed you were acting a bit..strange" you lowered your head, but she was once again avoiding looking at you, using her glass as a distraction.

"did something happen at work?" you met Cat, so you woulnd't be surprised "or-" you gulped, you'd hate to be the reason why she was acting like this "-are you mad I got here late?"

She slammed the glass back on the counter letting a few drops spill out, surprising herself when it didn't break. Kara took a deep breath, before replying "I'm not mad at you, (Y/N)" but it was really hard to believe it.

"okay, then what is it?" you got closer, putting your hand on hers, so she would look at you, and she did. The reporter raised her head, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth agape, as if she was thinking on what to say. But when nothing came up she resumed to looking at your conjoined hands.

Kara could feel her wrist burning from your hold, and all the whispers and heartbeats she could hear from the other room prevented her from thinking.

"come with me"

You followed her closely, making up a stupid excuse on why you're exiting the apartment, even if none of your friends seemed surprised.

Kara brought you all the way to the roof, and still hasn't uttered a word. And you let her, giving her time.

But after a minute of silence and her pacing around you got in front of her, making her almost bump into you.

"Kara" You called "it's just me. What's going on?"

You smiled in reassurance, but she just forrowed her brows, letting out a big sigh. That wasn't much you could do to help her if she didn't talk unfortunately, you could only look at her.

Look at how her hair was slowly coming out of her ponytail due to the wind, how her eyebrows were so close together you were surprised she hasn't got a headache yet, and how her eyes seemed darker under this light.

And this sight was so familiar, but it didn't feel like you were looking at Kara, not really.

"I know what you want to tell me" you breathed out, and the fact she was looking at your lips is probably the only reason why she was able to hear you.

"you do?"

"yea" you smiled, shaking your head in disbelief "I can't believe I was so blind"

She felt her cheeks heat up, but her heart fell right out of her chest with your next words.

"you're Supergirl"

The super profusely tried to deny it, claiming you drank too much or had a wide imagination. Even going as far as commenting "I wish"

"oh" you raised your brows "so you don't have super strength, laser eyes, ice breath, and you can't fly?"

"no oh my god I could never be her" she let out a shaky laugh, adjusting the glasses on her nose, you couldn't believe they deceived you for such a long time.

You started walking around, getting closer to the edge "mhh you're right, I just thought because you're blonde you might be her" you reasoned, pointing to your hair.

"not the only blonde in National City" she replied and shrug her shoulders, hoping you would just drop the subject, the idea of expressing her feelings long gone.

"such a shame" you were able to see Kara turning on her heels in your peripheral vision "I really hope the real Supergirl comes to my rescue then"

She couldn't have spun her head around faster, but you were already out of sight, falling down the building.

The kryptonian shouted your name, jumping off the edge using her powers. When she couldn't see you anywhere she started panicking even more.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) where are you?"

"behind you, beautiful" You were smirking with your arms crossed, your feet glued to the wall, steadily keeping you in place.

"what were you thinking about, jumping like that, you could have died, how are you even-" she said it all in one breath, stopping only when a look of realization took over her face.

"I've never seen Kara so pissed at me, it's new"

She let out a big groan, and not sparing you another glance, she got back onto the roof, you following after her.

"were you ever planning on telling me?" she squinted her eyes

"I mean, were you? You and your sister always made sure to tell me how I should keep my identity a secret"

"that's different, I didn't know it was you" she knew she wasn't making any sense, but her brain wasn't working properly at the moment, her heart still hasn't recovered from the scare you gave her, and she had so many things to process.

"come here" you took both of her hands in yours, bringing her closer to you. "I know who you are and you know who I am, doesn't that just mean we can trust each other more?" you offered, running your thumbs along the skin, effectively calming her down.

"I've always trusted you, even when I didn't know who was hiding behind the mask"

"oh, oh I'm sorry" her smile turned into a face of confusion "is it Kara or Supergirl talking? because I know Supergirl would never say something so sweet to me" that earned you a slap to the shoulder.

She rolled her eyes "shut up I take it back, we both think you're annoying"

But you didn't laugh with her, something else occupying your thoughts.

"do you like me, Kara?" you took a step closer, and she didn't have it in herself to take a step back. "you always say it's useless to flirt because there's someone else in your heart and I never asked, but now I'm asking you" you took a brief pause "do you like me?"

She sighed, knowing she couldn't lie to you anymore, so she slightly nodded, curling her eyebrows.

"but you like Supergirl"

"you are Supergirl" you answered matter of factly, but you had a feeling you knew what she was getting at.

"I like her because she has the biggest heart I have ever seen, she' s passionate about her job, both of her jobs, I love how her cape bounces around as she walks and how she can't seem to keep her glasses from falling off"

You brought your hand up her chin, making her look at you, while your other hand adjusted said glasses.

"I've always liked you Kara, all of you, I just thought of this part of you too much of a friend to notice"

Kara was totally hanging from your lips at this point, not only because she was looking at them.

You leaned your head down as she circled the hand that held her face.

"can I kiss you?" you murmured, making her nod vigorously.

"please"

It only took you half a second to close the distance, and you instantly felt Kara reciprocating the kiss, moving her lips against yours in an almost desperate demeanor. Her other hand gripped your shirt to pull you closer and when she felt you fingers on her sweater she gasped lightly.

you broke the kiss after a minute with a bite to her bottom lip, making her let out another small sound and left her chasing after you.

She blinked quickly a few times after she recovered, a deep blush still present on her cheeks. "I like you, too" the blonde replied breathlessly and slowly lowered her hands, not sure what to do with them.

"yea i guessed that" you teased, stealing another kiss.

Soon after that you two decided to head back, after Kara told you everyone knew she was planing on telling you today, and thanking you for the interview.

When you got back into the apartment everyone suddenly stopped talking and looked at you.

"so, did you two kiss?" it was of course Winn who broke the silence, voicing all of their thoughts. You looked over at Kara, and seeing her flushed face, you decided to answer, nodding.

"and I know she's Supergirl" you added, trying to ease the mild akwardness

"and I know you're (Y/S/N)" she retorted, not realizing what she said until she heard gasps all over the small apartment

"Kara!" you tightened your grip on her hand for a second, but she could see you weren't really annoyed. Various confused questions followed your statement, Alex's voice sounding above them

"so, the person who likes to make fun of me and never does as I say" she crossed her arms, letting her lips curve into a smirk as she watched you get behind the krytponian, now aware of the strenght she possessed.

"you know, you should probably focus on something else" you spoke up from behind Kara's shoulder, while gripping the end of her sweater "why don't we go back to the game, you were winning right? isn't it right Kara?"

Said woman smiled at your antics, playfully rolling her eyes "let them go Alex, you can torture them another day"

"no she can't" you tried to argue, but the brunette was already off to get another bear from the fridge.

You suddenly felt the sweater slipping away from your grip, and lowered your head to find Kara now looking at you, with a small smile on her lips.

"come on, let's go play" she pulled on your hand, making you follow her.

She did seat next to you now, still stealing glances when she thought you wouldn't notice, and instantly looking down every time you caught her.

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AC: :33 < sorry to bother you again! AC: :33 < is AC: :33 < um [...] AC: :33 < he available? [...] TT: What is the name of this mystery fellow you seek? AC: :33 < aaaaa youre just teasing me now! AC: :33 < i f33l bad about bugging you about it [...] AC: :33 < i miss pounce a lot :(( AC: :33 < and talking to him reminds me of her

Aw, Nepeta. :(

Still, there are ways to solve this. Maybe Rose could give her the code for Jaspersprite's pendant - or just give him his own computer, like Davesprite's iShades.

You won't need it anymore. It served you well. You suppose there are a lot of things you've outgrown, now that you think about it.

...his own computer, Rose! I said his own computer!

Rose is abandoning her primary communication device. Obviously she has others, but her attitude here is still making me nervous - especially considering how heavy-handed her phrasing is.

Who or what do you think you've outgrown, Rose?

JASPERSPRITE: Did you learn to play the rain rose? ROSE: Not yet, Jaspers. ROSE: It's a little complicated, but I believe I've embarked on another quest, one which surpasses the scope of the objectives local to this planet.

I'm on record as being fully on board with Rose's skepticism about her Quest - but she should be equally skeptical about her new quest. Both are sponsored by suspicious entities with unclear motives, and I'm not sold on either of them.

ROSE: I'm saying there's something more important to accomplish now. Something more important than creating a universe. JASPERSPRITE: Oh thats ok rose i wouldnt want you to feel obligated to do that.

That's a strange sentiment, coming from Jaspers. Sprites generally echo the game's expectations for its Players, so it's odd that a game centered around fate, destiny and temporal obligation would tell Rose that her ultimate goal is optional. After all, she was made to create a universe.

Maybe Jaspers just loves Rose so much that he's on board with her rebellion, even though he doesn't understand it.

JASPERSPRITE: I think that winning this game and getting the prize is up to you and your friends. JASPERSPRITE: You get to decide whether or not you feel its right to do that and what kind of prize you want to make!

Is Jaspers implying that Sburb's prize doesn't have to be a universe? That winning the game can mean something else, instead?

Rose thinks her only options are to submit to the game's whims, or fight it tooth and nail. Perhaps that's a false dichotomy, and it's possible to fall somewhere in the middle of the spectrum - some sort of alternate win condition that saves their doomed session.

Perhaps the game has recognized that Rose is a renegade, and it's trying to show her that things aren't so black and white. Maybe Sburb is signaling that it's willing to negotiate.

JASPERSPRITE: Its part of becoming who youre supposed to become i think.

Damn it! Just as I'm starting to wonder if Sburb is more flexible than we thought, it tosses this line at us.

I don't like this sentiment. It stinks of Alpha, and it's exactly the kind of thing that will piss Rose off. She's rebelling against what she perceives to be her destiny - the last thing she wants to hear is that there's someone she's 'supposed' to become.

JASPERSPRITE: I dont know i hope im not being too pushy rose its not my place to be im just your cat! JASPERSPRITE: But the thing that made me how i am now seems to really want me to say this to you. JASPERSPRITE: Your quest is really important for you to do. JASPERSPRITE: Not really because thats how to get the prize. JASPERSPRITE: But because its what you need to do for yourself!

This isn't about the universe, says Sburb.

This is totally bizarre. I thought it was all about the universe, and the game's Players were just the mechanism for creating them. Even the Quests are just extended tutorials on how to terraform planets.

Do the Players have another role to play?

JASPERSPRITE: I love you rose! I always have even when you were a little girl and i was an alive cat. ROSE: Thanks, Jaspers, that's nice to hear. ROSE: It's hard to remember, but I'm pretty sure I felt the same way back then. JASPERSPRITE: It was fun getting to be your cat again rose even if it was just for a little while and also while being a princess ghost. JASPERSPRITE: Bye rose! ROSE: See you, Jaspers! ROSE: If you see my mother in the course of your travels, tell her I said hello.

Alright, let's hit the pause button on the lore speculation. I need to grab some tissues :'(

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #2812 #s76

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sugar-omi · 10 months

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Hope you don't mind another prompt from me, since my first one when you mentioned the hangman moment 'Growing', I thought it would be a very fun thought experiment to reverse the scene and it's gn!mc who writes the phrase down, and Cove is the one to guess it. I take hangman very seriously (bc it's my favorite pass-time activity) so I'm very quick with it but I could imagine Cove taking some more rounds to guess until he finally gets the full result. :D

tags : fluff, step 2, re-imagined "growing" moment

synopsis : you flirt with cove in a game of hangman

maybe its the heat that makes you so bold, or maybe its mistake number 5,796 that only 13 year olds can make at this time; but with cove's suggestion to play hangman, you decide to share one of your many thoughts on cove, your neighbor and crush...

you sit back down with a paper and pen in hand. "mind if i go first? since you picked the game..."

cove nods.

you hum and think for a minute, tossing back and forth ideas before you finally settle on it.

it's a bit embarrassing, and you feel a wave of heat wash over you, but you just blame it on the weather.

sketching out the lines for the hangman and your quote, you turn it around for cove to start guessing.

your heart pounds as cove starts guessing, although his first guess makes you laugh.

"z?"

you laugh for a bit, leaning on your bed as you take in cove's answer. wiping away tears you look at him with a grin. "z? wha- *laughs* what makes you guess z?"

cove smiles lazily, happy to make you laugh. he shrugs. "gotta take out the hard options."

you shake your head, drawing a shaky circle for the hangman's head. "you're silly. consider starting with vowels instead."

you pause for a moment, wondering if you're giving yourself away.

you didn't exactly think about how cove would react to the compliment once he guessed it.. would it be okay if he didn't guess it?

he'd probably ask what it was if he failed... would you tell him?

you chew your lip, startling when cove catches your attention.

"y/n?" cove tilts his body to the side, looking at you.

you smile weakly. "nevermind, just dying in this heat."

cove blinks but plays along with you, grinning as he makes a comment. "me too. i think i'm stuck to the floor now."

you throw your stuffed cat plushie at him. it didn't hurt him, the cat is the size of his hand at best. he just laughs and fluffs it into shape.

"imma have to charge you rent then." you grin wolfishly when cove asks how much. "twenty."

cove rolls his eyes, his cheeks a bit flushed as he thinks about it. "still can't believe my dad did that..."

cove looks down at the paper, telling you his answer again before you get too distracted.

you lick your lips, adding "O" to the line.

you smile at him, continuing where you left off. "yeah, it was kinda weird.." you twiddle your fingers, looking at your lap as cove takes a bite of his sandwich, thinking about his next guess as he waits for you to continue or not.

mumbling a bit, realizing the heat must have some kind of bug in it since you're so... sentimental today.

"i'm glad he did it anyway. you're not bad for twenty dollars." you smirk, trying to ignore your racing heart and covering up your fluster with jokes.

cove rolls his eyes and laughs. there's still a blush on his cheeks, your words still warmed his heart.

"good. there's no refunds." he plays along, looking at you through his lashes.

"damn. i missed the return window, huh." you curse to which cove laughs, telling you his next guess.

"p!"

you bite your lip, drawing the letter.

as you go on playing, joking and laughing as well as focusing occasionally when cove contemplates his next move.

he's... close. although not without sacrifice.

he lost the first and second round, with only 3 letters correctly guessed on the board in the first round and somehow finished the second round with 2. now it's you're third round, and his hangman is close to his end, unfortunate for him.

the hangman only has 2 legs and an arm left, and cove has finally decided to take your game seriously instead of laughing and joking with you.

you're really nervous now, since he's getting really close..

YOU A_E CU_E

cove looks confused at what it could be, but taking his former experience into account he guesses the next few letters.

"r?" cove phrases it like a question, tilting his head like a puppy.

you draw it, twisting the pencil as he takes the final guess.

"t..."

you swallow, drawing a shaky letter 'T'.

'YOU ARE CUTE'

the silence stretches between you two, and you look up from the paper to greet cove's flushed face.

he's covering his face with his hands and you look down at his lap to see his glasses are hanging off the plush cat's head.

you try to think of the plushie with glasses that actually fit, its a way to distract you as you wait for cove to respond but it just makes you blush when you realize it'd just look like cove that way...

jesus fucking christ... you drag your hand over your face. cove takes up so much of your thoughts...

you look up at him, still covering your mouth with your hand, and you mumble loudly enough for him to hear. "...a penny for your thoughts?"

cove squeaks, clearly lost in his thoughts.

it makes you happy though, since he hasn't run away it must be a good sign right?

he peaks at you from the gaps of his fingers. the shadow casted over his face makes his eyes pop, cove's brilliant blue irises making your stomach flutter with the way he looks so flustered by your written compliment.

you startle, almost missing his question.

"you mean it?..."

you blink, swallowing. suddenly your mouth feels dry... in the end you nod, and muster up a couple words.

"yeah. i do." cove squeaks at your answer.

you can't really see it, but cove's hands part in a way that allow you to see the smile forming on his face.

it makes you smile too. this is good right? you're suppose to start feelings... things. at this age, so this is okay. especially if its cove.

cove finally comes out of hiding, trading covering his face for twisting the arms of the cat plush in his lap. he must have braced himself enough to give his own compliment without hiding, at least if tilting his head down and glancing away didn't count.

"i uh... i think you're cute too..."

you're blushing, and you bite your lip to stop the elated grin from taking over your face.

yeah, this is definitely okay.

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove x mc #cove holden x reader #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader fluff #fluff

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valdemarismynonbinarylove · 11 months

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Snippet of something I’m writing

Platonic!Ghost x child fic. Can be read as reader, as no name is mentioned, but the child is a girl. I do have a name for her in my head, but I assumed staying unnamed may cause more people to read it.

Scene is under edits.

“I don’t want to leave.”

“Hm?”

She turned her head towards him, staring into his eyes. “I know I have to leave soon, but I don’t want to.”

“You’re safer with a family, with someone who will care for you.”

“I like it here. I like eating with you.”

“Yeah, I like eating with you too, kid.”

“So then why do I have to leave?”

“It’s just how it is, you’ll go and live a normal life. Go to school, make friends, grow up.”

“Will I ever see you again?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh.” She whispered, moving her gaze back to the cat.

“Given my position, maybe twice a year, not much.”

“Could I write to you? Soap told me that people can send letters while you’re here.”

“You can write to me every day if that’s what you want.”

“Would you write back?”

He placed a hand on her shoulder, letting her turn back towards him. “Of course, kid.”

Ghost watched her smile brightly up at him, seemingly no longer as depressed as she was only a few moments ago. He felt the mask rub against his lips as they turned upward, he knew she couldn’t see, but he hoped she knew he was returning her sentiment.

“And you’d take care of Bug for me, yes?”

“Best I could.”

They sat in silence, Bug finishing up her food and slowly creeping over to get pet by the small child. Ghost let the cat sniff his gloves, smiling as she rubbed her face across his fingertips with a purr.

He hadn’t pet a cat since he was a child, coming home from school to see a box of cats in an alley just beside the market.

Saving some of the meat from his lunches he fed the poor creatures in hopes that they’d soon relocate, find a better place to live and grow.

He remembered naming them, one after his mother, his brother, a fellow classmate he had come to like.

He remembered yelling as his father stepped on them, making him watch as he stomped on the corpses of the cats he cared for, crying out as the sound of crunching bone echoed along the dank alley.

He remembered falling to his knees, his father’s bloody footprints stamped back to their house. His eyes looking over the heartless massacre, cursing himself for not being more careful, for just not leaving them be.

“Ghost.”

“Hm?”

“She wants you to rub her belly.”

Placing his hand on her stomach, he watched her curl around his arm, digging her claws into his jacket and sinking her teeth into one of his fingers.

“Little bugger, ain’t ya?” He mumurmed, shaking his hand a little to give in to her playing.

#ghost x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #cod x reader #call of duty #simon riley x reader #ghost riley #ghost #ghost mw2

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Bees for YJ and Capullo Riddler?

Cutest Thing For S/O

Riddler Headcanons i did a few of the boys just because i couldn't help myself lmao, so yeah, cutest thing they've done for their s/o coming up! 💚 also this was the perfect opportunity to dip my toe in the btas waters lmao request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff! and some sexual things

young justice

gosh he does so many cute and nice things! it's his default mode

but he's a criminal mastermind when it comes down to birthdays

peak cuteness would be his efforts to get you a petting experience

for your birthday, with your favourite animal

and when he couldn't book that, getting a costume

so he could be your favourite animal, and let you pet him

capullo

yeah, he's not really capable of doing cute things

i mean he is cute, annoyingly so, that's how he gets away with shit

but he can't be cute, so use your imagination!

maybe that time he flicked a bug off you was so very chivalrous

and when he took your hand before crossing the street

they're not grand gestures, but it's the best you're getting

gotham

ok everything he does it sickeningly sweet, but food is his forte

his favourite thing is making you intricate breakfast foods

the perfect treat when you wake up with him in the morning

each one of them is cuter than the last, outdoing himself

the most recent one, a plate of pancakes that spelled your name

with sprinkles and fruits in your favourite colours

arkham

being cute intentionally doesn't come easily to him

i mean, accidentally being cute like petting his robots on the head

or talking to his tools while he tidies them away

but purposeful cuteness, not so much, so you gotta be lenient

so small things, like come back into the room once he's left

to kiss your cheek when he remembers, that's top tier cute for him

dano

look it's cute in his opinion, so just smile

but did you know that rats can be trained to do tricks

just as well as cats and dogs, actually! they're very intelligent

though people overlook them, like a certain someone...

but look! here's one of his favourite rats, and what does it have?

OH GOSH a little locket in it's little paws with a picture of eddie in it

btas

i'm projecting here, but he's so dedicated to his partner

he picks up on the little things about them, and knows their needs

so he'll dedicate a lot of time and energy into making them a gift

a fidget toy, particularly well-suited to you!

or a video game that's exactly how you'd like

customised and filled with romantic sentiments

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #riddler #the riddler #ridler scenario #btaa riddler #btas riddler

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bloodanddiscoballs · 1 year

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Alright I said I was gonna make a sappy post for my 30th birthday so here it goes!:

I never thought I would live to see 30. I know that many people say that, and I'm sure that sentiment isn't unique on here. Here's the thing; I'm disabled. I have almost died due to my health 3 times since 2011 and indeed did once before being brought back. My immune system is nonexistent, and my chronic pain has me at currently 6 reconstructive back surgeries and round the clock pain medication.

When I was 17 years old, I became a victim of medical malpractice and had my entire life changed in an instant. Didn't get to go off to college, didn't get to work normally, didn't get to move out - didn't, didn't, didn't. For years, I was told that I would heal. That I would be fine. I was young! Young people don't get sick. I'll bounce back. Just be patient. But I didn't get better, I got worse. And every year older was another year into my 20s where I wasn't able to do "the normal stuff." I never finished college, but I did get some classes done. I would work for a few months before needing to quit. I got married and then divorced. All "failures" due to my health.

At 27, I went to see my therapist and sat down and told her that I couldn't see into my future. I remember telling her, "Every day is hell. I can't do this for another 10 years. I've barely made it through this last 10. I don't even know if I can do it for another 3." I was at the end of my rope, convinced that I wouldn't make it. My back was crumbling underneath me again, and insurance was fighting me tooth and nail to be approved for another surgery. I was bedridden. I was on the highest medication load I've taken, and it wasn't even touching my pain. I wasn't connected to anything - not my art, not friends, not the world around me. I was looking very seriously at my options of what I thought was either suffering or dying.

So, she suggested a mindfulness program. It was a 6-week course at UCSD (University of California San Diego) that taught you how to. essentially, live in the moment. At first, I thought it was honestly the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. I'll admit that I was sour on it, but I said I would try it and I paid for the class so I did it. I sat through the meditations, wrote on the topics they gave, went through the exercises they instructed, and did the full day retreat. And at the end of those 6 weeks, I was alive again. I learned to savor every bite of my food. I learned how to pay attention to the sun on my skin. I learned to enjoy how it felt to have my air move in and out of my lungs. I learned how to look in the mirror and love what I saw and dress myself in what made me happy (this is when I started with the disco clothes). The warm feel of skin, the taste of my favorite soda, the beautiful way my cat purrs, the glorious smell of rain, the lovely way dust looks illuminated by the sun - I learned how to Live.

My life is still hard. My pain has not improved. I did get that surgery, so now my back is thankfully more stable than it's ever been. I know that I probably won't live a very long time compared to most, but none of that makes me sad anymore, not really. I have my bad days, and I have my good days, and no matter what, I live in the moment. I feel my emotions and let them have their space within me before letting them flow. And after over a decade of not touching my art because I felt like it was robbed from me, I paint now. I paint for myself, and I paint for others, and by God, I enjoy every second of it. I feed the little barn cats out in the back of where I live now, and I love them. I enjoy the sound of the wind through the oak trees, and I listen to my music, and I take pictures of the bugs. I watch the clouds race by when it's about to storm, and I talk to the flowers that grow outside my fence. I love my bed for holding me on my bad days and love that I have pretty artwork from friends hanging on my walls to comfort me when I can't leave my room. I dress up in my fun disco stuff whenever I can, and on the days I can't, I enjoy my soft, comfy pj's. I talk to my friends online every day and apologize for the days I can't when my pain makes it too hard to think. I play fun video games and watch good movies and enjoy fun podcasts. I Live.

Today, I am 30 years old. I have lived through what should have killed me many times over. And I am so, so happy I am here. And for however long I have, I will continue to live in the moment, enjoying the days and moments I can and allowing the bad to simply be bad. I plan for tomorrow because that is all I can plan for.

I live, and that is enough.

#not sure how to tag this #hope i guess #also you can reblog this of you want #i dont mind

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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Snowstorm- Pin Hawthorne

Okay!! I’m writing this one out because if I don’t, the idea will bug me until I do! I couldn’t get it out of my head and this was the result.

I did age the characters up to around 20 for this one!

Holiday requests are open!! I’m choosing the fics I’ll do for the Five Days of Christmas Queue soon, so if you want a request that you send to be one of those days, please don’t hesitate to drop something into my inbox!

Fic type- fluff. I’ve been in a sentimental mood because of the holidays and that manifests really clearly here

Warnings- mentions of ripping someones eyes out (its a soc reference, referencing when Kaz ripped out oomens eyes.) references to alcohol and alcohol consumption, a brief mention of throwing up (it’s referred to as ‘yakking’ in this instance) a couple mentions of hangovers

You always did love it when winter finally decided to grace Bright Fields. It got colder, snow became an issue of frequency, and it was when you and Pin were finally able to bank all the PTO you’d saved throughout that year, taking a solid five weeks off but going in on occasion to make sure things were in order even still.

But, alas, that day was not one where either of you planned to go in. Zoe, Jade, Mia, Becky and Marcus had stayed the previous night in favor of binge watching Christmas movies, stuffing your faces with popcorn and peppermint candy, and drinking a bit more alcohol than you probably should’ve.

The following morning, you woke with good memories of the impromptu Christmas party, though you knew that, when you eventually spent Christmas together as a group, there’d be so much alcohol that you would wake up on Christmas Day with the worst hangover of the year.

You turned, phone in hand, to face Pin, laughing a bit as you realized it. Pin had been sleeping on his side, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding the pillow on which his head rested.

It hadn’t been such when he’d fallen asleep, but the beige cat you’d adopted and named Eggnog for the color of her fur had found a decent spot to rest. She’d been laying next to Pin, head tucked into the crook of his neck.

You took a photo and turned around, putting your phone on the nightstand as Pin reached out, pulling you closer.

“Morning, love,” he whispered. You hummed in response, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his forehead as his eyes opened.

He pressed his forehead to yours, hand that’d been on your waist moving up to cup your cheek as Eggnog moved. Neither of you had been looking at her, but you heard the sound of all four of her paws meeting the ground as she leapt from the bed, heard the slight creek of the door as she wiggled it open past the inch you’d accidentally left it open the night previous, when you went downstairs to get a glass of water to help ease the hangover that you knew was coming.

“How much time do you think we have?”

“Marcus and Zoe got absolutely slammed,” you said. “I’ve never seen someone so short drink so many peppermint schnapps in so little time. It was bloody madness.”

“Did they drink water?” Pin asked.

“Mia tried to get them to. They didn’t,” you said. “Even so, I’d say we’ve got another two minutes. Eggnog has left, so she’s no doubt found Becky and Jade. She’ll probably lead them here and bonk their faces in search of forehead kisses once they grace our door.”

Pin laughed, leaning up and pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pulled you closer.

“Remind me to never mix my alcohols like that again,” Pin said. “This headache was not worth switching from peppermint schnapps to bourbon. No way in bloody hell.”

“Seltzer is fucking nightmare drink,” you said. “I’m glad that Becky and I split the mudshakes, and damn it if eggnog and brandy wasn’t a brilliant idea. The hangover is a thousand percent worth it, I will say.”

Pin hummed, pulling you into a kiss that was brief and smiling into it.

As you pulled Pin into a hug, you heard Eggnogs trill as she entered, felt the bed dip as she rounded it and came to loaf on your side.

“Jade?” You called.

“It’s me, Becks, and Mia,” she said. “Marcus and Zoe are yakking it up in the bathrooms. Becky and I are ordering McDonalds. Mia is gonna dip before the snowstorm takes a head, check on the horses and come back ‘round. Do you lot want anything?”

“I’ve got the cost,” Pin said.

“I’m chipping in,” Jade rebutted. Pin shook his head, turning away from you to meet her gaze. You sighed, resting your chin against his shoulder as Eggnog stretched, digging her paws into the side of your stomach before she rounded past your head and went to rest on Pins pillow.

“My treat, Jade. Just this once, I promise.”

Jade hummed as she and Becky came in, where Mia bid you two goodbye and promised to be back before the snowstorm hit.

“How’s the hangover?” Jade asked as she sat at the foot of the bed. Pin sat up, leaning his torso against the headboard as Eggnog wandered over to Jade. He leaned over to the nightstand, grabbing the chain he kept his engagement ring on and carefully putting it on.

“Bloody well worth it,” you said as you sat up, leaning your head against Pins shoulder. “We’re all buckling down here until the snowstorm passes, yeah?”

“Mia might go home, I think,” Jade said. “I’m glad she’s chilled out since we first met, but I think she still needs alcohol to tolerate Pins friendly scowl without having something mean to say about it.”

You laughed as you grabbed your engagement ring from your nightstand, slipping it onto your finger as Pin snorted.

“Friendly scowl?” He asked. Jade shrugged as Eggnog wandered to Becky, who’d taken up a spot against a wall, knees near her chest.

“It’s the most accurate description anyone working at Bright Fields will ever be able to come up with,” Becky said. “It used to be called menacing but it’s grown to be friendly since you met Y/N. You stopped glaring at people when you met them.”

“I did not,” Pin said, though he laughed. Becky shot him a look of disbelief as she stood, Eggnog having climbed onto her shoulder as she moved to sit next to Becky at the foot of the bed.

“You totally did,” she said. “You’re just in denial because you think it makes you look less intimidating, when, newsflash, your resting face genuinely makes you look like a ruthless crime lord capable of ripping out someones eyes. You don’t stop looking intimidating just because you stop glaring at people.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to Pins cheekbone, and Jade caught the way that he turned to look at you as he grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers before pressing a peck to your lips.

“The way that you look at Y/N is what takes away from your ability to intimidate others,” Jade said. “Now that I think about it, I was so afraid of you until they came around and you looked at them like they were the reason behind all that’s good in the world.”

You laughed. “He doesn’t look at me like that.”

Marcus scoffed, causing the four of you to practically jump out of your skin as he and Zoe entered the room.

“He does, Y/N, and you look at him like he’s the beauty amongst the rest of the chaos,” Marcus said. “To think that he looks at you like you’re anything less than the most important person in the entirety of his world is to play the part of the fool, honestly.”

You felt your cheeks warm and turned to look at him as Eggnog the cat found her favorite spot to rest. She always liked to curl up between you and Pin when there was enough space, often sprawling out across both of your laps.

“I love you, Pin,” you whispered. He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love you too,” he whispered back. He turned to Jade.

“Pass me your phone. We should get breakfast before the storm sets in.”

#pin hawthorne #pin hawthorne x reader #free rein

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n04hfiction · 11 months

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Hello! I genuinely want to know who I would be matched with, if it's alright...

Appearance: hispanic, 4'11, brown eyes, light auburn hair ( originally dark brown, but every year or two I decide to try something new ). I own glasses, but do not wear them all the time ( even though I have to as my eyes are sensitive to the light and can make me have migraines and/or nauseous ).

Personality: awkward ( even after getting to know someone ), reserved ( unless i really need to say something or if im at a breaking point, patient, sarcastic, sentimental, curious, easily gets embarrassed, not a very good liar, honest / blunt, also not very observant, a scary-cat about 80% of the time, loves to make A LOT references, and stubborn. I've also been told a lot that I'm scary when I'm angry...

hobbies: reading ( Mangas, Novels, Fanfictions, etc ), watching anime, documentaries, tv shows, movies, and/or videos, listening to music ( of all kinds of genre and languages ), and yoga.

love language: act of service, quality time, and giving gifts. Honestly, I think I would've also been into physical touch, but I, sadly, went through something terrible that physical touch is still a no from me ( the exception of a couple of people and only them ).

Other random stuff: I work at a dog daycare/inn. I'm very bad at playing video games, but I'm willing to play and/or try if the person really wants me to play. I do, however, love board and card games. Oldest of four. I LOVE fashion, so I'm always changing styles and willing to try something new. I'm VERY afraid of driving a car, but get very excited when it comes to a motorcycle ( weird, I know ). Hate bugs. And I think that's it. I'm very sorry for this being too long...

Thank you and have a good day.

back at it againnnnn!!! heyo!! i ship u with karl!!

he is very understanding, he won’t touch you if you don’t wanna be touched, but if you do, he’s all for it

he also loves it when he gets to see you in a new style regularly, i can see him just itching to give you some suggestions as to what you should try XD

will forever be your board game and card game playing buddy 🫶🫶 may or may not get you to play video games once or twice

you guys just binge watch series’s, movies, cartoons, etc!! never gets old!!

loves to have lil surprises for you (little gifts around the house, breakfast in bed, surprise dates, etc)

he also fucking loves your honesty xD and lowkey thinks it’s hot when your mad

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sochilll · 10 months

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Kleinsen for 6 + 28?

Kleinsen + 6. Sentimental and 28. Polaroid Photos

(Send a character/pairing and a number and I’ll write a drabble)

Evan stared at the wall of photos. There were probably at least fifty. Maybe sixty. And he’d have to start peeling them off soon.

He brushed his finger over the oldest. A semi-out of focus photo of he and his mom. Evan is about three, if he had to guess. He’s running through the sprinklers in the front yard of a house he barely remembers. His mother is laughing, part of her shirt a darker green where the water has soaked it. She’s chasing him as he flees across the grass, even in the still image their movement is clear. Evan running, but looking back to make sure his mom is still there.

It was the only childhood photo he had, most of the others trapped within the pages of his mom’s scrapbooks. She stopped keeping up with them somewhere around when Evan hit middle school. But the first ten years of his life are solidly documented.

Most of Evan’s photos are his own. There are a few exceptions: the graduation photo, he and Jared wearing matching grimaces disguised as smiles. A picture of Evan holding up his first cat. Another of he and Jared, this time in matching college t-shirts, smiles a tiny bit less forced.

The Polaroids are Evan’s though. Pictures he took. Sunsets and cool looking bugs and stray cats. And Jared. Lots of Jared.

Jared squinting at Evan, about to whine about being woken up, but with the early light falling perfectly across his face. Jared making a dumb face beside the pool, his legs in the water, sunglasses on his head, cheeks turning pink from the sun. Jared in the kitchen, from behind, chopping potatoes under the warm light, humming to himself though only the photographer would know that. Jared eating ice cream, a smudge of chocolate on his nose. And in the driver’s seat, hands loosely on the wheel. And at his desk, pushing hair out of his face.

“Sad about disassembling your serial killer wall?” Jared’s voice made Evan jump.

He turned. “Stop calling it that. You’re only in like… half.”

“Still pretty creepy.”

Evan made a face at him. “I’m taking it down.” He peeled the first photo off the wall, staring at it in his hands. He and Jared both, standing in an empty living room. Jared’s arm thrown over his shoulders. Evan holding up a pair of keys. Both of them smiling, real smiles.

“You’re gonna need to work a little faster than that,” Jared said, plucking the photo from his hands. “Movers are here in 20.”

Evan nodded. He pulled the rest of the photos down quickly, tucking them all into a box and taping the lid shut so they didn’t spill out on the drive. He turned to survey his empty room.

Everywhere he’d lived had been temporary. His childhood home which he barely remembered, the apartment with his mom he couldn’t wait to escape, dorm room after dorm room. And this shitty apartment with the leaky roof and weird roommate.

And now, he was packing up for the hundredth time it felt, and moving somewhere that he was meant to stay, at least for a while. Somewhere with Jared, not just as a visitor overstaying his welcome. Somewhere with one bedroom and a big kitchen and no leaks.

“Hey,” Jared was back in the doorway, holding a box. “Would you quit having reflective moments and help me?”

Evan reached for his camera.

“Don’t you dare.” Jared threatened, but he couldn’t really do anything with the box in his arms.

Evan snapped a picture, Jared scowling, holding a box labeled “Evan kitchen.”

Jared stomped over, shoving the box into Evan’s hands and swiping the picture all in one movement. “You don’t get to see this until we finish getting your crap out of here.” He tucked the photo into his back pocket.

“You’re gonna ruin it,” Evan whined.

Jared shrugged, “Guess you better hurry then.” He kissed Evan quickly and then disappeared into the hall.

Evan sighed and trudged after him.

The photo turned out okay, if a little bent. Evan added it to his new photo wall, in his new bedroom, the one Jared now officially shared.

“Creep,” Jared said, sliding his arms around Evan’s waist from behind.

“Shut up,” Evan muttered.

Jared kissed his shoulder. “It’s okay. I accept you and your creepiness.”

Evan elbowed him lightly.

Jared snickered. He poked Evan’s side the way he always did. The way that Evan knew meant, “I love you” even when Jared didn’t say it. Evan leaned his head against Jared’s, hoping Jared knew it meant the same thing.

#this started at just like ‘Hm Evan reflecting on some silly photos’#and then got very long 😭#thank you !! i enjoy this vibe of 2 numbers #gives me a little more to go off of + fun to combine ideas!#and ofc these two in particular are so well suited to be paired #deh #my writing #ask game

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9. Robot Land

Hello again. I still don't know how frequent these will be but I have not abandoned this, I just had a big preparation for a performance assessment that took a long time.

Ochanomizu so sillies for this visual gag. Actually, there have been a lot of visual gags I didn't note, like Ochanomizu and Dr. Haido licking each other while greeting. Y'know, normal stuff.

It's interesting that Atom got as far as the room of monsters to have this qualm, although he did seem a little preoccupied before this point

I assume by "suffer" he does not mean directly Feel Pain, rather that they won't be able to live a normal life. We saw that he mentioned something similar in the plant people liveblog. It's very possible it's just me, but this seems like an outdated sentiment that would easily be co-opted into euthanasia, although obviously that was not Tezuka's intent.

He's right, but it's tricky.

When we think of robots in Astro Boy, a lot of the time they're very locked into the thing they were made for. A plumber robot will plumb, a doctor robot will practice medicine, a robot meant to act a role will act that role. The two roles I just mentioned were necessary for society, and generally those robots are shaped in a way that would let them live a normal life outside of their job.

These robots are functionally actors, but they're actors of a single role. It isn't really that they're created for an express purpose that's a problem, it's that that purpose isn't really necessary. A consciousness is being brought into the world for amusement only, and many of them are stuck in those shapes of monsters or trees that are alive or whatever.

But here we run into an issue that is common in Astro Boy, even newer Astro Boy up to 2003 (I am not as familiar with things like Atom: The Beginning), and it's that everything that has new technology in it must be a sentient robot. A major part of me thinks this is kind of silly - What is the point of putting a consciousness into a car? The car is still following your orders. The car could just as well be operated by a robot that can exit the car and live normally outside of the car, or remotely piloted by an AI as more of a tool than its own living (ish) thing. What is the point of putting a consciousness into what is functionally a puppet for children's entertainment, when this could be controlled by a "puppet master" AI somewhere and save a ton on computers and parts.

(TANGENT: Alternatively, what's the point that a robot deserves rights? If I make a robotic bug, and its sentience is very similar to that of a real bug - It seeks out dark places, it may be a little curious about if something is desirable to it or if its a foe, and that's about it- Is that bug a sentient robot? Is the role of a bug not worthwhile for a robot if that robot isn't aware of any further parts of life, and can't be by the limitations of its hardware? What if I extend it up to a robotic cat or dog? It can be clever, it can make decisions independently, it can want and it can probably, to some extent, love. Is that cruel? Why is this admittedly silly fairy-tale ecosystem not composed of a variety of levels of sentience instead of a bunch of robots capable of understanding what they don't have, that are actors playing a role instead of the role itself? Where does sentience start and end? This is a question Astro Boy doesn't evaluate, as far as I remember. But an automated traffic light is taking in information and making "decisions" based on that information. Is it a robot (in Astro Boy's definition, which is more like "AI" or "sentient")? Okay, I'm ending the tangent here.)

So, there's the major part of me that thinks everything being a robot is silly. And then there's a part of me that sees what we're doing with "AI" right now and modern technology in general (I don't think it's actually AI, by my own definition, anyway. It is not thinking, and we don't expect it to. Society's goal with current AI is not anything independent, but rather seems to be to automate jobs that people do not want to pay humans for.) and it looks pretty similar. Why does this app need AI? Why does this refrigerator need wifi to function? The answer is, they really don't. We toss extra "new" things into them so that they're more appealing as purchases, so they seem more Modern.

I suppose, to some extent, we can read this story similarly, although the issue of sentience and consciousness being involved makes it very different.

But basically. It's a silly story, it has that same silly issue a lot of Astro Boy has where everything is a robot (although in this case it's being brought into question - it just doesn't work for me because I know of many instances where it is NOT brought into question), and a much more effective way to accomplish the idea of a theme park like this would be to have individual "puppet" animatronics that are all operated by a "puppet master" AI that is located elsewhere in the park (and the part of me that likes more horror-based takes on Astro Boy likes that idea too, hehe)

Well this just seems like it might make for an unfriendly work environment full of hierarchies, doesn't it? That doesn't bode well for the theme park that's already been framed as amoral, huh?

wow yea this guys fucking wild. "kinda hard" might be an understatement though he immediately put his hands on Atom for, uh. Unclear what he did wrong actually. Saying his name too firmly, maybe?

Atom I need you to focus. That is not the most important question right now.

I can't help but think there are less cruel ways to do this.

It's a product of its time, I think, that the law and ownership are seen as so fundamental that they aren't questioned at all. Personally, I really dislike seeing Ochanomizu presented this way instead of as an idealist who does what's right, not someone so preoccupied with the law that he tells Atom, who is crying at the cruelty on display, to hurry it up and go get that woman who came to him begging for safety, and hand her right back to the robot that was terrorizing her. Also, silly little gag with Ochanomizu's nose getting bigger. Hehe awesome.

This confirms, to me, that property laws are stronger than robotic rights laws in the setting. Atom directly says they were torturing her, that she's alive, and Ochanomizu does not deny any of that, but continues to press that she is property, and Atom "stole" her, even though she independently ran away and came to him.

At the very least, I can appreciate that Atom's dad gives an "I know how you feel, but there's nothing we can do." I suppose part of Ochanomizu's transition into a more paternal character is tied with the transition away from giving Atom a nuclear family (heh. get it.) to begin with - That gentle parenting is the current norm helps too.

The manga doesn't seem to acknowledge this, but isn't this also theft by the same definition? Atom willingly went into Robot Land and they have him and they haven't given him back. This is precisely what happened with Princess Odette in reverse, but Ochanomizu doesn't bring up any argument about that (Atom) being his property.

He did do that. That was like, the main thing he came there to do.

Well, to be fair, your "property" also snuck onto someone else's property and smashed things and we thought nothing of it.

Anyway, more legality here: Ochanomizu seems scared that jail time is a real outcome, although I'm not sure if he's scared for himself or for Atom. If he's scared for himself, that tells us that a robot's actions are the express responsibility of their owner, or of their creator (I imagine the owner first and if the owner pushes the legality up the chain it goes to the creator or the manufacturer or distributor). If he's scared for Atom, it indicates that property can be tried as a human and given jail time, which sounds not very correct. So I think Ochanomizu is the one being threatened here, really. I still believe in 2003's (I can't recall if it comes up in Astro Boy media before the finale episodes of 2003) concept that if a flaw is found with a robot that causes it to commit a crime (in the case of 2003, harming a human, which makes more sense to be treated so harshly) it would be decommissioned and destroyed, and if the flaw is significant enough, all robots of that design would be decommissioned and destroyed.

Yeah this is kind of how my students are.

You simply hate to see it.

That is actually the end of Omnibus 1, so we're finally making some progress! As a reminder, there are 7 Dark Horse Omnibuses. Omnibus 2 has 300 pages of "Once Upon A Time" which is some of my favorite content from the original run of Astro Boy.

Sorry, again, for how long the gap was there. I can't promise it'll never happen again. We come back next time with Ivan the Fool!

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