#globby would do this though ;)
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Pairing : Platonic Miguel O' Hara X Teen, Daughter, Symbiote Reader
Genre : Mostly fluff, canon level violence, tinge of angst
Summary : Hiding your symbiote from your father was pretty easy. Until it wasn't anymore
Requested/idea by: @graesage
Wordcount: 1.2k
Miguel O'Hara Masterlist
You really shouldn't have messed around back in the day in Alchamex. While your father had been off and about his about multiverse research, you had slipped into the hallway and into a seperate room where you found a bunch of funny liquid looking vials.
There, you found Toxin. It had escaped from it's vial, and slipped under your skin. It was so quick, you thought it was okay. That nithing remoteable had happened, though you did have a funny feeling.
Until you had looked into the mirror that night, surprised to see someone completely different in there. Because it was still light outside, you had shaken your head, thinking it was just a funny trick of the light. It wasn't, and you fainted when you found out that it could speak.
When you woke again, you were on the couch. And you weren't alone. There was a new voice in your head, a new kind of power in your system.
Eventually, you got to test it out. And testing you did. Now you just had to hide it. You couldn't let your father know. Your father is spiderman after all, so hiding the symbiote was much more easier than expected.
He was always busy running the multiverse. And now, from time to time, you would join in to help. Your watch is concealed by Toxin's skinlike suit, which leaves people in question how you really enter different dimensions when you jump out of the same portal they do. Lyla was the one who had given you the watch, helping you keep it a secret.
For a good while, you manage to hide your identity quite well.
" What hapened?" You ask your father as he steps into his lab.
You were helping him do his job as you so often do, looking at his screens while he's out. You're munching on a bar of chocolate as he steps in.
He looks a little roughed up, which is expected after the rough fight with a Mysterio variant.
" That spiderwoman showed up again." He huffs, approaching the platform.
You hum.
" Is that bad?"
" Yes and no. She's helping out for some reason. But we can't manage to track her signal. Which is annoying. Also you should really lessen on the chocolate. You've been eating as much as an addict would the past few weeks." He points out, barely glancing at the treat in your hands, stepping onto the platform.
" I've always been addicted though. Besides, if this spiderwoman is helping, why is she an issue?" You point out.
He starts messing around with the screens.
" Not like the past few weeks, you haven't. I'm surprised you didn't gain weight. And because I don't know her intentions. A lot of villains were a friend before they turned sides." He points out.
" My chocolate addiction isn't that bad. But you're saying she's a spiderwoman. What's the harm? Maybe you should invite her on the team." You huff before shrugging.
" She's usually gone before I get as much as a chance to do so. And I'm not sure if she really is a spiderwoman. Her suit is just,, different."
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It all comes down when a Clash variant escapes. You and Toxin were less prepared than expected, as Clash's powers involved high frequencies, including the ones you're sensitive to.
" You! You're no spiderman!" Clash calls to you, engulfed in Toxin's form.
Toxin cocks its head. " So what?" It asks before charging.
Clash fumbles around with his machine, before it releases a high pitched sound, which disturbs Toxin's form. And so the inevitable happens.
Toxin pulls back into it's liquid like, globby form, jumping away midair against its will. Meanwhile, you're now stuck falling towards the ground, with absolutely nothing to protect you.
From a distance, Miguel's eyes widen, and he reacts quickly. Setting off, he webs his way towards your plummeting form. He catches you barely a few metres from the ground, and you look up at him sheepishly while he glares down at you, obviously not happy.
" I can explain-"
He sets you down on the ground, glancing at your watch, the pieces falling in place in his mind.
" Go home. We'll talk later."
He turns around, readying himself back into the fight. You sigh. You don't want to stay on the side. Knowing arguing with him is useless, you turn, leaving in a random direction to find Toxin.
However, you're not paying attention, and your eyes widen as a piece of rubble comes right for you.
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When you wake up again, you're in the med bay. You've been here to visit your friends when they're injured. It feels a little weird to be the injured one now.
You're not alone. You're missing Toxin's presence, but Jess is by your side.
" Hey." She smiles.
You try to smile too, even though it hurts. Everything hurts. The rubble got a good piece of you. Your entire body is hurting.
" I know you're in pain, sweetheart. Miguel's on his way, said he went to get something that might help." She tells you, setting a hand on top of yours.
You carefully nod, before closing your eyes to rest again. Jess stays with you, a comfortable silence settling over you.
Your mind is a bit of a mess. Toxin doesn't belong in the universe it's left behind in, which makes it an anomaly. You're worried for it's wellbeing. And you don't doubt that your father is mad at you. You just hope you can convince him to find Toxic, who can in turn heal you.
About twenty minutes pass before you hear the door open. And by the footsteps you can recognise it's your father.
" Hey. Can you leave us for a moment? I need to talk to her." Miguel asks Jessica.
She sighs, but stands up nonetheless.
" Don't be too rough on her." She tells him, setting a hand on his shoulder before leaving.
The minute she closes the door behind her, you open your eyes.
" Dad, I-"
With a sigh, he sets a hand down on your own, and you're left surprised when a glob of red and blue forms and passes through his skin, and over yours, before settling itself into your skin.
Miguel watches with concealed amazement as Toxin's form devolps yours, your IV and whatever else was attached falling off as he speeds up your healing process. It only takes a moment, and soon enough he shrinks back into your skin, and you're feeling much. much better.
' I'm back.' Toxin's voice sounds through your mind.
" No shit." You whisper.
You stretch before turning to face your father.
" Does this mean I'm on the team?"
To your surprise, he nods. His hands placing themselves on his hips, signaling he has more to say.
" But we're going to set rules. I'm going to mentor you. And you'll need to listen to what I say, got it?" He tells you with a strict eyebrow up.
You smile as you nod enthusiastically.
" Yeah, of course!"
" And no more secrets, okay kid?"
" None. I promise!" You grin, engulfing him in a big hug.
He easily returns the embrace. a small smile making it's way onto his face.
[ A/N: If anyone knows a title feel free to share I do not lol. ]
#idkeitherman#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara fanfic#spiderman across the spider verse#miguel o'hara x reader#x reader#miguel o'hara fluff#spider man 2099#platonic miguel o'hara x reader#miguel x daughter reader
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I like this idea- Cute 1875 fixer upper in Houma, Louisiana focuses on the original architectural features of the home. 3bds, 3ba, and only $146K. Due to requests for more less-expensive homes, I'm trying to find examples of what you can get for different prices and where they would be located.
It's so cute.
This front room is lovely.
Isn't this nice- built-in bookshelves with a window seat, and they left a portable fireplace, too. (I love when stuff conveys!)
Love the kitchen. They left a nice antique island. Nothing to really do in here.
Previous owner did some pretty stenciling. Love that.
Wow, detailed stairs. I would sand the globby paint to sharpen the detail.
Stairs are in great shape.
Nice. I even like the wallpaper.
Transoms that open and close.
Beautiful sconce.
How cute is this? They made a little library in a closet.
Wow, roomy vintage bath. Note how they "antiqued" the beadboard.
Very nice details.
Original flooring.
Not loving this bath, though.
Open bonus space on the uppermost floor.
Old, cement pineapple hospitality symbol.
The grounds need work.
But, the 69.52 x 116 ft. lot should clean up nicely. Cute little house for the price.
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si, baby brother, you don't get to decide when you get raped.
but it's the weekend, and i'm not doing anything, and if you're hell-bent on being annoying... then shut up, at least, and come in my room. close the door, lock it, so we don't bug mom and dad.
did you bring your switch? good, we can play video games. yes, you can sit in my lap. yes, you can listen to music with me. first, try some of your big brother's candies. yeah, i hide them in here, because they're mine. you're old enough to understand that, i think. and you're my good puppy, aren't you?
now let's play some mario kart. you're pretty good at this, kid. i'm not letting you win anymore.
oh, now you're starting to get a little bit giggly. you like how the characters say let's go! or how the cacti flop over? yeah, they've been doing that the whole time, kid.
you're starting to struggle to keep up, what's going on? maybe we should try a different game. you want to play pokemon snap? it's fine, i can watch. i'll help you out if you need it.
i'll give you little kisses of encouragement on the back of your neck. then little bites on the side. i like the noises those make you make. i like the noises you make when i try to touch between your legs, but you're all dressed. has the candy made you good and suggestive?
hey, it's hot, isn't it? let's get your clothes off. you can get back in my lap, it's fine.
from here it'll seem so fast to you, but so slow to me. gliding my fingers over you to make sure you're drippy for me. covering my fingers in it, two of them. whispering praises - you're such a good boy, a good pup. look how good some of your pictures are, you're great at this game. you make your big brother so proud - then holding your body in place with my other arm so i can plunge those two fingers... in.
quiet remember? quiet, at least under the music. don't bother mom and dad. my door's locked, i'll just yell that we're gaming, can't pause, we'll keep it down, but i'd rather not have to, so you be a good little brother and be quiet.
i'm just stretching you out, anyway. me, and the we- candy, and the game, we're all just getting you ready so i can throw you down on my bed and do what i want and you'll just giggle about it.
xo
omg. i’d eat as many special candies as u would give me 😵💫😵💫 why are you touching me down there though? :( it feels all sticky n warm and i keep twitching. i keep leaking this ..globby liquid! it seems to make u happy. of course i have no reason to get u in trouble when it feels all so goodddd
#ftm ns/fw#ftm bottom#ftm puppy#ftm sub#trans nsft#cnc free use#ftm nsft#transgender#18+ content#18+ only#fauxc3st#fauxcest#intox kink
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So what your saying is skelly would know first about baby and could possibly be the one to tell s/o about it
Like " so you know how we having been trying for a baby for a while now"
But what if we put a little angst, like what if s/o has begun to lose hope of every having one but bam skelly smell baby and now gets to tell sad s/o the good news.
What if it was sweet swap papaya and horror papyrus becoming dads
This ask is referencing this one.
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Bee:
He'd like kids at some point. He's not itching to start a family like some of the guys, but he's just always sort of had it in his mind that it's something he wants eventually.
His magic is relatively healthy, but, like with human pregnancies, it's not a surefire shot every try - even with magic involved. So it's very possible to have a bit of trouble. Perhaps the intent isn't just right, there's subconscious doubts, or there's the regular ol' biological hang-ups.
It doesn't bother him as much when it takes a few tries (he's excited, of course, but monsters live a long time - he doesn't feel the rush that you do) but he can see that it's really getting to you. So, when he finds out that another attempt worked? He'll put his woodworking skills to good use and whittle a babybones shaped charm to attach to your keychain. The next time you reach for your keys and notice the adorable addition, he'll be nearby to confirm the good news.
Tilly:
He's actually one of the guys who doesn't really want kids. Mostly due to his own insecurities and he's also accepted that it's probably not possible with his wonky magic. He could change his mind on this, though, if his partner really wanted kids. After an honest heart to heart about how much of a struggle it will be to even conceive, and how it's going to take a lot of patience from both of you - he could be convinced.
In this situation, he's just as discouraged as you are when it's taking so long to get nothing - mostly because he can see your disappointment and internalizes it. Another failure on his part.
So when it actually works?? He's beyond ecstatic. He won't be able to keep the news to himself for long, you'll likely know the moment he does... because he's going to cry tears of joy. Big, globby tears the moment he catches that slight change in your scent - and he'll quickly pull you in for a tight hug as he relays the news.
#anon#yucky answers#yucky writes#yucky yaks#headcannons#undertale#underswap#us papyrus#bee#horrortale#ht papyrus#tilly
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Inside Job Pt2Ep3 Myc Analysis Pt2
FIRST PART HERE
IM GETTING RIGHT INTO IT!
OK SO!! ASSIMILATED MYC HUH?! First of all, the color palette change..... i like it in what it represents, its a good way to depic that he's different without having to keep that like, blue aura aura around him. HOWEVER, it makes me feel weird because THIS ISN'T MY MYC!!!
Also his voice...... not.... not for me. BUT I LOVE THE warbling echoey quality they gave him right when attuned. A lot of this is gonna be me PRAISING what the writers did, but me being pupsetti cause thats not my babygirl
AHHHH Brett's face here is so cute, hes so excited to be included in girls night!!!! Also! I feel like at this point the Hive isn't tapped into anyone but Myc so... does Myc genuinely watch Sex and the City? I think so.
MYC'S TOWNHOUSE! UOGHHHHHH OKAY SO FOR REALS!!! Does he have one? I GUESS SO? Is this what it looks like?? I DONT KNOW! Could the hive be making something up? Maybe?? But like, how would the hive know what to make up if they have been in the hollow earth for centuries, they have to tap into Myc. SO, is this REALLY what Myc's townhouse looks like? Or is this what he want's his friends to believe it is?? Because all of this is a hallucination so?? Like they cater to Brett and Gigi with the rock wall and bookshelf, so would he cater it to look like something he wants? THEN AGAIN! We saw Myc's little nook in his office in the beginning of the episode and that was classy as fuck with his little couch and the record player, so who's to say if this is mostly a REAL depiction of his brownstone. I will say though, it's fucking hot as hell and I think it IS at least the floorplan, like i think the floorplan is the same, whether or not its decorated like this? HHHHHHHHHH I dunno?? BUT I LOVE IT EITHER WAY BECAUSE I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MYC APRON MYC APRON MYC PINK APRON THE PINK APRON ITS AN APRON AND ITS PINK AND HHHHHHHHHHHHHH
"... mainly because all of my orifices are interchangeable" .... what... what WHAT WHAT??? Baby ..... WHAT DO YOU MEAN????? YOU HAVE HOLES???? YOU HAVE... HFHSEOUGHG;HJSD;LEG OHHHHHHH LORDLY LORDY LORD THE WRITERS HAVE GIVEN ME SO MUCH MORE THAN I COULD EVER ASK FOR HUIGREHJOSGJ'SG
I genuinely think this mural is so.... SO beautiful, if I could have it as a poster or a tapestry i fucking would. I also wanna know what the writing system is like.... UGH ITS SO PRETTY
ANYWAY I THINK its so so funny that they totally retconned the whole thing about the mushrooms being aliens, like at first Myc would get so mad and say they weren't but then now they are?? lmao and the whole lore they made of early apes eating mushrooms and then evolving? FUCKING GREAT
I just like myc's house.... look at his fancy kitchen ... AND IS THAT A FIREPLACEEEEEEEEEEEE uoghhhh
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ANDRE MISSES THE OLD MYC, AND YES! HE DID ROAST OUT OF LOVE!!!! ANDRE KNOWS CAUSE HE KNOWS THAT HE LOVES ALL OF THEM!! AND NO ONE DENIES IT!!!! HE LOVES THEMMMMMMMM (yes sure next glenn says out of hate but listen-)
Also!! I reallu like these weird globby mushroom cave wall things, theyre soooo cool
"Who wants some fucking dirt to eat? I'm still being nice, I like dirt!" BABY GHUIDSRHNS;G HES STILL A LITTLE BITCHY?????? HUAOGHH Baby i will eat dirt for you, i will eat it and like it
OKAY HERE IS SOMTHING I HAVE CONFLICTING THOUGHTS ON!!! THE poetry night thing. I saw another post (here) about the gang actually being there and Myc not sensing them, and i like that take, but ALSO I like the idea of them genuinely not going because they don't like him and dont think his poetry would be good, and Reagan is just talking out her ass about it? Like, I can see both ways being real good, IDK!!!
And then the thing specifically ANDRE said.... the jacking off in the break room over the pic on a box of mushroom calzones.... baby, honey.... that is somehow both so pathetic and so hot i don't know what to do with myself other than save this information for later
This image.... HURTS THE ANISE he genuinely looks SO upset, sad, distraught, deflated, this is THE SINGLE MOST upsetting image of Myc IMO, because its HIM in there that's being tormented and the hive is trying to fight it, but Myc is just.... he's actually SO sensitive and he cant handle a roast WITHOUT HIS DEFENSE MECHANISM OF HIS PERSONALITY THAT THE HIVE TOOK AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
LOOK AT HIM!!!! HE IS SO!!!!!! UAGHFEFFS HES IN PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT ALSO!!! You can see with the blue glow that the hive is trying to regain control of the situation and he's glowing blue
Mmmmmm yeah, Myc was right to get really mad for this, Brett went too far, and I think thats why he said it, to break him... I just think it's so interesting they went with a roast to get Myc back because it seems like roasts are like .... a bygone era? Like i bet if youre watching this show in your mid-late 20s you can remember when roasts were like, on tv all the time, but now you dont really see the concept all that much?? Idk i think it's interesting I guess. Anyway comparing Myc to Jar Jar Binks is a hate crime and im gonna beat up brett for it <3
oh my GOD look how curled in and angy he is.... his little fists....
SIDEBAR!!! Eberyone SO HAPPY that he's back, like all of them so fucking.,... LIKE I SPECFICALLY want to talk about GLENN of all people. Like dont get me wrong, all of them are really pleased, but GLENN? Like.... look at how SOFT his face is?? Like he is so genuinely glad to have this fucker back,,,,,, hgusehkl;s and also andre.... oh dr lee dont make that face ur gonna have me actin up ohhhhhhgggh hes so satisfied
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HANDS ON HIS HIPS!! SO SASSY!!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaaaaaaan, boom goes the dynamite
HE DOESNT HATE THEM HE DOESNT HATE HIS TEAM HE LOVES HIS TEAM HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH THEY ARE HIS FOUND FAMILY THEY DONT BULLY HIM THEY ACCEPT HIM AS HE IS THEY LOVE HOW MUCH OF AN ASSHOLE HE IS, HES THEIR FRIEND, AND HE LOVES THEM AS MUCH AS HE SAYS HE DOESNT HE LOVES HIS TEAM THEY ARE HIS BEST FRIENDS AND AAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM GONNA BE CRYING FOR THE NEXT 5000 YEARS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
LIKE LOOK ATT ALL OF THEIR FACES WHEN HE SAYS HE DOESNT HATE THEM!!!!!! LOOK AT GIGI!!!!!! LOOK AT ANDRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I AM CRYING REAL TEARS AND ITS BECAUSE I LOVE MX MYC CELLIUM
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GET BACK AT YOUR HIVE!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE MOST INTERESTING!!!!! THEYRE ALL CHUMPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO! ANOTHER THING TO NOTE!!!!! When Myc is getting ready to do this whole spore process thing, and use his big powers here, he very slightly switched back to his hive color palette.... but then a moment later we see him in his normal one, so im thinking he is like.... getting all of the hives influence just.... out of him for good? maybe i dunno but i like that
god god god god. okay HERE his voice is SO CALM so!! JUST SO!! He understands that Reagan isn't insulting him, he knows that she really cares..... he makes me MELT ANS THEH NUN THE HEHPFIE:SJFKNK ANDS THEN AND THEN AND THEN IN THE NEXT SCENE IT CONTINUES OKAY
THIS IS HIS HIVE THIS IS HIS HIVE RIGHT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEURE HIS HIVE AND HE CARES BOUT THEM HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH FUREIHTGL; GHRDGR;LGHSDGBKJ;EDGHWSLK; LOOK AT GIGI LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS GHRODSGS;GN; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CANT WITH THIS AUGFHRS;DKGFL;FVS
MMMMMMM YES podcast myc ,,,, love this guy LOVE HIM LOVE HIM SM SMS SMSMMSMSMSMSMSMSMS AWOOOOOOOOOOGA I AM THE NUMBER 1 LISTENER OF FRESH DIRT UAGHHHHHH (i would also like to know if gigi and reagan drunk kiss pls)
AND YALL THOUGHT THIS WAS OVER!!!! SPECIAL BONUS ROUND WHERE I MAKE ONE (1) COMMENT ABOUT THE OTHER THING
pregnant myc.... aright i am gonna give my OWN motherfucking opinions abt this because im TOO SERIOUS about it....
Myc is a mushroom, hes not a man, while he may use he/him pronouns, hes a mushroom first and foremost who canonically uses Mx. instead of Mr. like all of this is canon. He ALSO when finding out he is preggers, he says he wants to be a mother, a MOTHER, he wants to experience the joys of motherhood.... NON BINARY LEGEND! FUCKING mushrooms have NO TIES to human gender, so TEACHINALLY this cant really be considered mpreg, and it ISNT in my eyes, fucking label it mpreg all u fucking want but I DONT FUCKING AGREE OR BUY IT, dont come at me for this ill bully you into the ground
Anyway, my name is Anise and I want to thank everyone for their time for reading my Myc Cellium analysis. This character means more to me than anyone on the internet or even Shion Takeuchi herself can fathom.... and as far as IM concerned, i love him more than ANYONE ever will, whats that post? If Myc has fans, im one of them, if he doesnt, that means im dead, or whatever. I DONT KNOW I JUST KNOW that I love him more than EVERYONE and that is a FACT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway if you like inside job and like self insert shipping content folow me to see my silly little guy kiss this stupid mushroom and stream inside job on netflix <3
#inside job#myc#magic myc#myc cellium#character analysis#inside job netflix#reagan ridley#brett hand#gigi thompson#andre lee#glenn dolphman#once again i the ceo of magic myc amd here to finish this analysis and spin like a balerina for all of eternity#i love this mushroom more than my own family#he legit has competition against my irl best friends
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Okay, this might be a hot take(it rlly depends on how many ppl. Care.) BUT, I really think the writers of Big Hero 6 the Series should've kept Globby a villain in season 2.
Like, you can tell that the writers really didn't know what to do with him after his redemption arc, since he's got such an insane powerset that including him in conflicts would kind of take the spotlight off of Big Hero 6, who, though I tend to forget, are the main characters. So even though Globby is solidly a good guy for the entire season, he barely does ANYTHING to help during fights with villains because he's kind of too powerful. Which is WHY I think they should've kept him a villain! Y'know like onna those villains that's still on good terms with the protagonists because their motivation for being evil isn't any sort of personal vendetta against the heroes. That way you can keep Globby's role in the season practically the same, with just a few minor tweeks to the Nega-Globby episodes, while also explaining why he doesn't help out during some city wide conflicts like the Maoi thing or the City of Monsters arc. It also opens the door to use him in more episodes, since he wouldn't technically be taking the spotlight off of the heroes in any of his potential appearances
Tl;dr: Globby works better as a minor recurring antagonist/occasional ally then he does as a full time good guy and I also just desperately wish he got more screen time-
#ALSO MAN HE REALLY SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE DURING THE CITY OF MONSTERS ARC RIGHT!?!?!?! RIGHT!?!?!?!#LIKE THAT FEELS LIKE A GOOD TIME TO BRING IN GLOBBY TO BEEF UP THE FIGHT SCENES IDK-#big hero 6#big hero 6 the series#globby#bh6 globby#gal overanalyzes random shit
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What is the craziest story you have that happened back in high school?
OOH! So, Chef nor Blaineley would actually want this out but it's honestly worth it if I say it.
So, back in the 90's, I was a sophomore and they were both juniors and seniors. Honestly, I was horrible at my classes and it wasn't the best either that I had a theater teacher who was also a rugged asshole. (She was this old lady who'd never wear a bra for some reason.)
So, Chef and Blaineley already had those classes before me but they were at the second or third level but they were just as tired as I was, you know? And Chef was there long enough to have a musical teacher before this one who was actually nice, but she got fired for some unknown reason.
And the thing with this old teacher is that she had BAD object permanence and most of the class would get yelled at for something that was her doing, but we were kinda patient with it.
One day, Chef and I decided to buy some party snappers and ask Blaineley for some engineering help and she agreed with us. Since Blaineley was fantastic at technology and knew how to create functional robots, she created tiny motors that would pull in the use of a remote control. We snapped them to the little party snappers and it was showtime.
So, I was the tiniest of the bunch so I seemed pretty innocent. I got up from my seat and went up to the teacher for some aid. As she was "helping" me understand the assignment, I was behind her and put those hijacked party snappers behind her neck and under her armpits, enough to move under her boobs.
And as soon as I faced them both and nodded, the next thing I saw was the poppers popping from underneath which created a muffling, but "globby" sound (it was honestly disgusting), the teacher creating a wail so unearthed and so raw that I was shocked that an old hag like her could sound so gross, and then her dumbass simply went back and fell down because of the sound and the possible pain.
Everyone ERUPTED IN LAUGHTER, I TELL YOU. WE WERE CACKLING, SNORTING, ONE KID WAS ON THE GROUND, IT WAS HECTIC.
She was still in shock from what happened and it was a little bit obvious that it was me, so I took the entire blame to myself and got a one-way referral to suspension. I came back after a week, though.
Honestly, it was worth it.
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Thursday wasn't doing anything particularly interesting with her phone, just scrolling through social media and looking at funny pictures of animals, when what she could only describe as a globby mass of numbers, letters, and symbols started coming out of the screen.
Understandably this got her attention by way of causing her to drop her phone and take a few steps back from it. Globby masses of numbers, letters, and symbols coming out of your phone usually isn't a good sign, even in the Office, and so she wanted to get a good look at it before deciding what to do with it.
Well it didn't take long for her decide what to do with it because it didn't take long for it to decide what to do with itself. The mass continued to ooze out of her phone, pouring and piling into itself, gradually coalescing and forming into the distinct shape of a person. That didn't necessarily settle down Thursday's nerves, although it did get her thinking that it might be at least a little easier for her to communicate with... whatever this was.
When all was said and done she was faced with what appeared to be an office worker in their late 20's or early 30's, lanky with pale skin, bright ruddy hair, bespectacled dark eyes, and a face decorated with freckles. They were looking at her as though they were seeing a ghost, a strange notion considering they were the one who had just come crawling out of her phone.
Even stranger was the fact that they weren't saying anything. Just staring at her as if shocked to see her there.
Thursday shifted slightly, eyes blinking and looking around momentarily before settling back on the new face. "So-... I couldn't help but notice that you just came out of my phone, and... Well, hi!" she said, deciding to be friendly about this whole ordeal.
A half beat delay was all there was before the stranger suddenly did the last thing Thursday would have ever expected of someone who had just come out of her phone.
They started crying.
And then their arms were around her in an embrace.
"Um-" Thursday just stood there frozen, confused, uncomfortable. "Excuse me- Sorry, it's just- it's just- You know, personal space-"
"Sorry," they said, suddenly letting go and flushing deeply, crossing their arms and looking sheepish and ashamed and just... haunted. "I just haven't seen you in a- long time. Not you, but- another version of you. From my timeline."
It took a few seconds before Thursday understood and when she did: "Hey, you're the one who's been sending me those texts!"
The stranger nodded, wiping at their eyes. "Told you we'd be meeting each other soon."
"You know, Doomsday broke all of our computers because of you."
They rolled their eyes. "Drama queen."
"You wanna tell me why she would do all that?" Thursday queried. Just because this stranger had shown up, started crying, and hugged her, didn't mean they were off the hook.
"A stupid attempt to keep me out," they sighed. It seemed they were through with crying for now as a more exasperated look settled in over their expression. A darker one, even. "But I told her she couldn't. She'll never be able to keep me out, because she has her. My Thursday. And I'm not leaving until I get her back."
#thursday#oleander/432#writing for days#i don't have a name for this plot yet#because i'm not sure if it's gonna be an actual plot or just a thing :p
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Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#6)
The rest of the day is basic survival activities and a look around campus to check for any newly opened doors. Not hard to do quickly when the locked ones have enough wood nailed across them to start a good bonfire.
Can’t decide if this is better or worse. There could be useful things in those rooms, or at least something new to focus on, but...
...It’s also a break in the routine. The young master can’t keep opening up a new floor after every murder when there are only so many floors, but they could have at least unlocked one of these, right? Opening doors one by one would see us through a couple more rounds. And by then there wouldn’t be enough people left to keep the game going.
So it has to end eventually. Does keeping those doors locked mean the time is near? Or is there just too much of a threat to the young master behind them?
“Be great to be hopeful, but...”
Any which way, this can’t go on much longer.
I wrap up by heading to the main hall, just in case the front door is miraculously unlocked and we simply hadn’t checked, but I hear sloshing before I turn the corner.
“Hmm?”
I don’t smell blood—though there’s some smell I can’t identify immediately—so I slowly poke my head out from the other side of the wall. Ahead, at the mountainous mural that first greeted us here...
With something a little too low to be called a shriek, Kanagi slams a gush of black paint into the wall. It’s too thick to spread far, but it still reaches out to block a swath of actual painting with its spidery, globby fingers.
Her only companion at the moment scoffs.
“You call THAT ‘destruction’? PATHETIC!”
With a near-matching jug in his own grasp—can he even lift that with his toothpick arms?—Ichiriki flings a thinner layer of white paint across the wall like a fast-moving, dripping cloud.
“Yeaaaahhhhh!!”
“Dare I ask.”
Despite what is apparently just the beginning of the chaos, Ichiriki manages to notice me.
“Oh GREAT, one of the STICKS-in-the-mud.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh, Kakumi!”
“You wanna come, like, distaste some property or whatever?”
“I TOLD you, we ONLY have the two of these, imbecile!”
“There’s, like, this thing called ‘taking turns’?”
“That is paint, isn’t it? Did you get back into the Art Room somehow?”
“Of COURSE we didn’t. These are from MY study hall, thank you very much.”
“But that isn’t chalk...” Yeah, genius observation. Good job.
“WHAT, you’ve never heard of PRIMING a canvas? UN-believable!”
No response would satisfy him, anyway, so I don’t bother. Apparently he doesn’t always draw straight onto the pavement? Not that I remotely care.
“Exactly what are you trying to make with two colors, anyway?”
“Yo, there’s plenty you can do with two colors! Penguins, and soccer balls, and boxer dogs, and those, like...”
“...”
“...capyzebra dudes!”
“Ca...”
“That CLEARLY wasn’t even the QUESTION, you toad.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“You here to complain ‘r wreck some crap?”
“YES!”
They turn back to the mural—or what’s left of it—to resume slinging paint. I back up before any spatter can get me. Or, well, I think some already got me, but black won’t show on this dress.
I’m not sure at this point who’s trying to create or destroy or whatever combination of the two, but that’s art for you, I guess. May the old mural rest in pieces.
Wonder how much Apex Academy paid for that. Maybe a student did it instead? Though with the students in this place, that’d only make it worth more. Well, no telling now.
“Yo, you want a shot at it, dude?” She offers me her half-empty jug.
“Think I’m good... Didn’t exactly bring a good smock with me.”
“Boooo.”
“Oh, the COWARD can do whatever she WANTS!”
“But I am SICK and TIRED of this thing! GOOD! RIDDANCE!”
And there’s nothing left for me to do but stand and watch from a safe distance. The paint smell grows and stark spatters cross and drip and splash back, swallowing up piece by piece the first thing I ever saw inside this building.
“.........”
Good riddance, huh? I’d rather get out of the building than get rid of it, but... Can’t say it’s unsatisfying to watch.
On that note, I drift back to check the door, but...
...Same as always.
“...”
Not like I had high hopes, anyway.
Though speaking of high, I might need to head out before the paint fumes get any worse.
Just as I turn around...
“Wh-what’s going on here...?!”
Monochap rounds the corner in a hurry.
“What’s going on is THIS!”
She spins on her foot, paint container braced in both hands like she’s ready to launch it at him.
Uh, she isn’t, right?
“Eep!”
She slings the paint out, and I swear I see the liquid reaching its little fingers out towards him in slow motion. Is this enough to count as attacking him? I can’t see it doing real damage, but maybe all it takes is upsetting him with a big stain on his dress?
“Ka—!”
But slow motion or no, there’s nothing I can try to throw between them. Can’t sprint there in time, either. All I can do is watch...
...as Kanagi turns just enough for the paint not to hit, instead skirting past Monochap’s headwear to splash onto the floor.
“......”
What she lacks in self-control she makes up for with motor control, I guess.
“Wh-what was that for...?!”
“Just for fun, dude!”
Not fun for me! “P... Please don’t try that again.”
“Seriously! What a WASTE! I DON’T have more of these, REMEMBER?”
“Oh, like there’s anything wrong with splatting the floor instead. It’s, like, same diff.”
Ichiriki rolls his eyes hard enough to pull something and turns back to the wall. Monochap, meanwhile, shifts from foot to foot near the floor splatter like he’s spotted a mouse and doesn’t know which way he wants to run from it.
“Were you just making the rounds, or is there a problem?”
“They haven’t hit any cameras, for the record.”
“Oh, um...”
“It just seemed like something fun was happening, ehe...”
“I, um, never get invited to these things, s-so...”
“Yeah, there’s totally a reason for that, dude.”
“B-but! You’re using my colors and everything...!”
“Black and white don’t BELONG to you! You WORTHLESS heap of dainty FREAK!”
“W-wah...”
“Please leave before he can rant about it more.”
“Um, I guess... Okay...”
He looks from us to the wall, then slumps and scuttles away.
“All right, back to business.”
“Uhhh, I’m outta paint. Ich?”
“GET your OWN!”
“Like, yeah, that’s what I’m trying to do?”
I’ve seen enough squabbling for one day, so I leave them to it. Let’s go back to my room instead, where I’ll be able to breathe.
I reach for the handle.
“I’m still shaking a little...”
“......”
Even if we’re closer to the end, we’re still not safe. Even if no more of us turn against each other, we still have to worry about him. And after our last attempts to fight back, and all the punishments he’s dealt...
...That’s quite a lot to worry about.
But I won’t get much sleep if I focus on that. Best to unwind as much as I can tonight. We can go back to saving the world or whatever tomorrow.
Hopefully.
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*eyes the kiss meme* I almost lost you kiss for pairing of your choice?
Send me a number and a pairing and I'll write a short description!
Though I didn't exactly follow the rules and this is definitely not 100-300 words, this is almost 1,000 😅
I almost lost you kiss
Pairing: Cloud/Zack (clack)
Let's do this~
Cloud expects to find the cold, hard cliffs to meet him first when he opens his eyes. After all, why wouldn’t he? He dodged an enemy attack and leapt himself right off a cliff. Tumbled down its face and hit the ground right on his head.
But that isn’t the case when his eyes do finally part. It’s not the sight of rocks, jagged and sharp that meet his cerulean sights. It’s not the sight of crimson blood that swims in his vision. Nay. It’s the white-washed walls of a hospital room that greet his blurred sight. A TV on and softly playing some unheard of news station fluff-piece. Thin seafoam sheets over his body swaddling every rise and valley of his aching form. The beeping of a cardiac monitor gaining speed as he stirs from unconsciousness.
He must’ve hit his head hard to suddenly find himself waking up in a hospital room with no idea what time it is, what day it is, or how he got here in the first place; delirious, aching and tired.
He glances to the right to take inventory of his room. Standard sights of medical charts atop a counter, care instructions and patient information written on a whiteboard in faded blue marker, and a closed door to a bathroom greet his sight just now starting to clear from the long unconscious blur.
The halls outside his room are bright, the doors are closed, and in fact he only has one light on in his room, a small bedside lamp. It must be very late in the night or very early in the morning then, he deduces. Over to his left－
There’s a figure slumped over his bed, arms curled around their face, half sitting in a chair and half laying near his waist. But it’s a figure he knows well, a figure he loves deeply; Zack. Even though he sleeps, there are lilac bags under his eyes, coupled with a faint 5 o’ clock shadow trailing his jaw and his unruly hair even more mussed than usual. Judging from his appearance, he’s been here a while. Which raises the question, how long exactly has he been out?
Internally grimacing at the thought of waking his boyfriend, but not wanting to be kept in the dark of what happened, Cloud decides to untangle one of his hands from the sheets and nudges at one of Zack’s arms.
His bulky, bigger form twitches and with an ungracious snort, Zack snaps awake with half-lidded eyes and his jaw slightly parted, eyes darting around the room as though he were a student that fell asleep in class.
But the moment, the second, the instant, those tired Mako blues catch him in their sights, those eyelids raise and those eyes pop. Immediately after, they swell, thick and globby pearls clogging his ducts before they spill unceremoniously down his cheeks.
“Cloud!” Zack cries and immediately wraps him up into the tight, suffocating bear hugs he’s known for. “Oh, Gaia, I-I was so worried! You weren’t moving for so long! You- you were unconscious for so long!” The pearly tears drip and Cloud instinctively blinks when they land on his nose.
Zack forces himself to take a few deep breaths and sheds the pearls from his eyes, placing a kiss to Cloud’s forehead oh so gently, as if not being gentle with his lips would cause him to shatter into millions of pieces.
“I almost lost you…” He whimpers into his hair.
“Zack… what happened?” Cloud asks, his tired voice caught between a horse and a frog.
“Well, you fell, for starters. Right off the face of a cliff!”
“I… remember that. At least, my head sure does.”
“I remember you rolled for quite some time before you hit the bottom head first. Ugh, I’ll never forget that sound. Crack!” Zack clenches his throat and growls to emulate the sound of Cloud’s skull hitting the ground.
Makes him shudder out of reflex, which draws those broad arms around him tighter.
“I quickly finished off the monsters and got down to you as soon as I could, but you weren’t moving, didn’t respond to anything. Thank the Goddess you were even breathing.”
Hands comb through his hair, and at first the touch makes Cloud’s head sting, but those fingers work a calming spell over him and instead brings warmth beyond the initial stinging application.
“I called for a helicopter and got us back to Midgar as fast as possible. I’ve barely left your side since they admitted you and that was about 4 days ago.”
“4 days??” Cloud’s voice cracks and the frog jumps out. The fingers in his hair pause, but are quick to resume again as he continues to explain.
“You had a lot of swelling, which after a lot of thought and risk, prompted the doctor’s to put you into a medically induced coma to combat that. They said due to the amount of swelling they’d have no idea how soon you’d wake up, if you would at all…”
Now he stays quiet.
“But yesterday when they got some more scans, they noticed the swelling had gone down exponentially, and they hoped you’d be waking up soon. And, here you are.” Zack smiles carefully at him.
“So… you said you’ve barely left… you’ve… been here the whole time?”
“I’ve only left when Shinra called for me. Otherwise I’ve been glued to your hip since. The nurses can vouch for that if you don’t believe me.”
“Oh, I believe you, Mr. Puppy With Separation Anxiety.” Cloud endearingly jeers, knowing just how close and clingy Zack always was around him.
But if anything, he’s glad Zack’s been here. Makes this whole situation a lot less scary, even if his head does still ache. But when another soft kiss is planted in his hair, his head almost stops hurting.
Thanks so much for this ask!! This was such a fun prompt to do!! 💚🤩
#ask game#writing ask game#zimiwritez#ffvii#crisis core#clack#zakkura#cloud/zack#cloud strife#zack fair#zimianswerz#what a blast!!#Thanks again!!
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armageddon punch (choose whichever f/o has the most comedy potential lol), tax on the beach, heat death of the universe iced coffee, blood and guts u_u
Armageddon Punch: Do you think your F/O could beat the person who sent you this's F/O in a fight?
ok i'm just. going with our main f/os here and i've gotta say i am not entirely sure if shapesmith could beat the riddler but i think both of them facing off against each other would be incredibly funny. i feel like shapesmith MIGHT have a slight advantage because he's got actual superpowers (plus he's an alien so that might throw ed for a loop...maybe?? i'm not sure if there are versions of him that have dealt with aliens before hfgbfj) and it's pretty hard to kill or even seriously injure him so if this was just about who could literally kick the other's ass in a purely physical fight i'm pretty sure shapesmith would win. HOWEVER while shapesmith is definitely not as stupid as some people make them out to be, i still believe ed would have the intellectual upper hand......so if he studies them enough and gets familiar with their weak points, i guess he could probably come up with some kind of plan to uh. trick him. i guess shapesmith can be a little gullible and clueless sometimes so it might not be that hard,,,,,either way, depending on which version of the riddler we're talking about i think a fight between those two would end up just being incredibly silly
Blood and Guts: If all your F/Os in every category (or just other characters you like if you only have one F/O) were in a fighting game together, who would you main and why?
i'm kinda tempted to go with shapesmith not just because he is my main f/o and therfor...i would also main him in a fighting game....but also because i think he's probably the strongest out of all of them......most of the others are kinda just?? some guy?? obviously there are some exceptions but besides amanda and maaybe globby i don't think anyone would be a though match for them tbh.....although i figure everyone would probably get some kind of special abilities in this scenario, which is honestly pretty fun to think about and i might make a separate posts about that at some point hehe :]
ANYWAY yeah. strength-wise i think cha-cha would be a close contender though, she technically doesn't have powers but i think she's the one most willing and ready to kill a guy through any means necessary. like she definitely would not hesitate.
in the end i'd still go with shapesmith because i usually go with who i like best over who's the strongest in fighting games anyway and they are just my partner for life and the one i want to fight my battles with <3 sorry that got cheesy there EUGH
already answered the others! :]
#thank u!!! <3 also sorry for taking so long to answer this i am finally clearing out my inbox#letters 💌
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Wrath: a little about myself as an Obake fictive. One of many. It's important in all cases to remember FICTIVES ARE NOT THEIR SOURCE and may differ slightly or gravely.
PART 2
- meeting Hiro -
(bouncing back a bit for clarification from my last post, not so important just a little extra information) years have passed between my time building trina and meeting Globby by the way, and Liv was still working on her stuff but sometimes she had Di out doing things in her place. Di was made long before Liv experimented on herself and ended up in her suspended state. So this was long before meeting Yama or Globby and long before my real ambitions began. Di and I did a lot of things we shouldn't have -especially behind Liv's back- and it's hard to say who influenced whom.
- (coming back to the actual part 2) -
I was visiting the lucky cat for a quick morning meal. I really hadn't known much of anything regarding the teen genius Hiro. I'd heard of big hero six but since Yama hadn't done everything the same way as in the show and had broken my amplifier on his own.. things were different and had well changed. Big hero six was nothing more to me than some group who'd defeated Callaghan.
I had advanced my technology and my ambitions quite well and grew even more versatile with my hand that I'd lost my fingers in. Di and I seemed to be getting along okay though we had some differences and argued occasionally. By now Liv may as well be a vegetable and Di was working on some crazy experiments.
Speaking of, Knox was charging right at me while I was getting a meal at the cafe. The damn beast version of him had smashed the window in and attacked me. I still remain certain this was no accident and somehow Diane was threatened by me.
The whole thing is a bit of a blur to recall but I remember him biting part of my jaw clean off (teeth, bone and all) and clawing at my arm, knocking me over and pinning me. One of his claws sank into the side of my robotic eye quite deeply and left some scarring. I did my best throwing out some punches.
Again, it was a blur and I don't quite remember everything that happened. All I knew is Knox had run off shortly after and Hiro was there helping me along with his aunt cass. Paramedics were on their way.
When I got out of the hospital later I used more metal to cover my arm to cover the scarring there as well as make myself an artificial jaw in place of my missing one rather than their work at just making sure the hole around it would heal. It was hideous seeing that gap and I knew I'd had to fix it. I never forgave Diane (who claimed it was an accident and she lost control over Knox) and cut her off entirely.
Hiro had commented on my robotic eye before and so I went back out of curiosity the next morning. It was a weekend. There we talked of tech and such. I never went deep into my story, I knew better than to be open about these things. But that's it, when he talked about the neurotransmitter. My interest was piqued and I recalled Globby.
Eventually I looked into it and modified one of my own. But I managed to turn it into an earring and have it connected to my metal fingers to it and began to think about how wonderful it would be if I could get the teen genius to join me and my world. But his friends were holding him back. They needed to go. But first.. tests.
Later I eventually made fingers with joints and added a large but thin battery to my arm piece which wired over into my fingers. Yes I had to sit there and charge it for an hour but from there it lasted about a week before it needed recharge again. As for the earring, I only needed to change the battery on that every few months to about a year if I was lucky. I still forget the fingers exist from time to time-
#obake#bob aken#wrath speaks#bh6#big hero six#big hero 6#bh6 the series#not fanfic#system#osdd#actually plural#fictive
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He starts to do this regularly, realizing that not only do people really like it, but he also gets a lot of money out of it~
Spike had slowly become more... used to showing off for the crowd. Feeling their eyes on him, feeling them watching and craving him... it was a feeling he'd never had before. And it was really starting to show how much he enjoyed it! He ached and yearned for more of it, for watching every one of them watch him and... oh Celestia... he adored it, needed it but then... someone asked him.
GreenGabbys: Can you masturbate for us?
He stilled, "Oh uhm... well... you see..." He pulled out his hands, and showed them. "My claws kind of make that difficult... I tried once and well..." He flushed a little, remembering the painful experience.
QueenofAll: I'm sure that must have been an interesting to tell your family?
Oh wasn't it! He knew they didn't believe him and... "Ye...yeah!"
EmberstoAshes: Why not use your Tongue?
"My... tongue?"
Okay so the thought had never crossed Spike's mine... but...
The amount of requests to see that were pretty up there! Though he was sure he was going to regret it... "Okay! But I'm not doing this alot..."
Spike was starting to wonder if he had a problem and needed help...
But he did as he was requested, his long serpentine tongue began to slide down his body, creeping and crawling towards his lower region. Eventually he ran the tip against his shaft, pulling bakc when he realized he wasn't quite fond of the taste.
But... he woudl do what needed to be done.
So... slowly it coiled around one shaft, he would only do one.
And began to tighten, running up and down the rigid member, grinding against his own meat. The taste wasn't to his liking, like he thought. But he could feel himself drawing closer to the edge.
He'd never masturbated before, never felt the pleasure of release. So his eyes tightened and his body shook. He didn't last long, thick long white ropes of fat globby cum splattered into the air, scattering and coating the camera and the floor around him in a snow like appearance. His dick twitched, not stopping at just one or two spurts, it was an erruption of a truly pent up individual as he fired blast after blast. Showering himself and coating his own body with his seed.
He didn't get to see the results, but there were quite a few satisfied ladies on the other side.
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Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break [ 2 ]
Directly Into a Wall
Warning for: descriptions of bruises, some blood for like five seconds, and a gun later
Main Post
Previous Chapter
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Getting into a place that hadn't had anyone working in it for the majority of his lifetime was alot easier said than done, and Tommy spent half an hour just finding a spot in the fence that it was safe for him to squeeze himself through without getting caught on some of the rusted chicken wire or jagged edges.
Once he was inside, the next struggle was figuring out how to get into the factory itself. In hindsight, he probably should have Googled some tips on urban exploration as well.
Oh well, he was going to be breaking in on his own, and he was going to be doing it with style.
As much style as someone kicking in a rotting door could have.
The spot he managed to get into was an upper floor of a large manufacturing room, with the vast majority of it gutted to hell and back. There were large platforms where machinery once stood in various parts of the room, and absolutely nothing of value was remaining.
Even most of the windows were gone, either boarded up or left as open holes used by pigeons to get inside and shit on everything.
"Great, there's government drones fucking everywhere,", Tommy scoffed, keeping his distance from the mess of birds that he'd disturbed with his entrance in case they decided to take his presence personally.
The whole place smelled of birds and rot, and he tried not to think too hard about what all he was probably breathing in. He'd heard that if he got mesothelioma from breathing in asbestos, him or a loved one could be entitled to compensation; and money was always good.
He decided to stay on the floor he'd entered through, not just because the majority of the birds and leftover shards of glass were in the lower part of the building, but because there was better lighting up there for him to really get an idea of what was happening when he shot the webs out of his wrists.
Ok, well it was technically silk, but calling it webs sounded way cooler to him.
The real issue here was where to start, because he truthfully had no idea what he was doing. It wasn't like he could find a book called 'What Does a Boy Do When He's Suddenly Given The Ability To Shoot Webs From His Wrists?', and if there were a book on it, it didn't use that as a title.
He was gonna have to copyright that one.
In regards to stuff he knew he was able to to, Tommy was able to shoot out uncoordinated globs of web out of his wrists in a shapeless mess that went a random distance before sticking to the first thing it touched. He'd noticed his hands being slightly stickier as well, but that wasn't nearly as intense as the webs.
He tried to think of different ways to make it come out; moving his arm like he was throwing something, putting more effort into shooting the webs out, punching the air.
That last one had an affect, his hand curled into a fist making the web come out in more of a stream. It ended up hitting the floor in the same globby mess as the other attempts, but it was a start.
Tommy made a fist again, keeping his arm still this time and shooting the web with enough force that it nearly made contact with the farthest wall of the factory from him.
He chuckled as he looked between the web and his hand. "Holy shit!"
That led to trying out other hand positions, and each gave him different results. Clenching his hand into a fist sent it far, but it still ended up hitting in a messy blob. Pointing didn't have nearly the same distance, but it had enough force that it stirred up the mess on the floor and scared some of the pigeons off. Giving a middle finger with his hand pointed downwards shot a web directly where someone's face would be at average height, which was hilarious.
The most useful was when he put down his middle and ring finger, though; making a solid stream of web that went ridiculously far.
It hit the same wall he'd nearly gotten with the first fist glob, staying connected with his wrist. He gave it a tug, getting rid of any of it's slack without it coming off of the wall.
"It's almost like a rope..."
He looked up at the support beams on the ceiling, eyes practically lighting up as he got an incredibly poor and incredibly fun idea.
Tommy moved back, aiming his hand again and shooting a new string at the beam closest to him. It stuck, he gave it a hard tug to make sure it would support him, and then, without thinking too much on it, he jumped over the railing that led to the lower floor of the factory with only a web from his arm to stop him from breaking his legs on impact.
And it did slow his fall, the failing coming in his lack of upper body strength.
The result was one arm sticking awkwardly to the web while he flailed with the other and landed with absolutely zero grace on the floor.
Tommy rolled onto his back to catch his breath, and very painfully sat up after a few minutes with the acknowledgement that he was going to be bruised to hell and back when he got home.
But the web had stayed! It was still connected to the ceiling, and it'd technically been strong enough to support his weight.
That was huge, since it really opened the doors on what he would be able to do with it.
Speaking of doors opening, the one he'd broken to get inside was pushed open as two cops came in with flashlights and guns that they were pointing around the room. They found him pretty fast, one pointing his firearm at him while the other only shined his light; how considerate.
"Stay where you are! You're trespassing."
"Oh, wow, I had no idea. Thanks for telling me,", Tommy put as much sarcasm into it as he could manage, trying to think of something he could do to avoid getting arrested.
"Hands where I can see them."
He sighed as he did what they said, and the cops started climbing down the stairs. Once they were halfway down, Tommy started running for the other side of the factory.
They chased him, obviously, but froze when he decided to take advantage of his momentum and shoot a web.
He got it stuck on a random part of the ceiling, and was immediately flung into the air as he ran. There was a moment of absolute weightlessness as he hit the peak of his swing, followed by a lesson in physics as gravity took affect and he started falling back toward the ground.
Tommy managed to turn himself around in the air, and was able to shoot another web before he hit the floor. He swung directly between the cops this time, and was back in the air. Another web fired, more momentum, and he was back on the second floor railing.
He caught his breath, looking back down at the cops to see both of them pointing their weapons. They didn't even try to pretend they were in control of the situation this time, one of them almost immediately firing on him without giving any sort of warning.
"Fuck- Holy shit, why-", Tommy's confusion was interrupted by a bullet from the other cop this time, and he could hear one of them radioing in about 'Another one of Ramulus' freaks' as he read the room and bailed.
He started trying to find the hole he'd used to get in, giving up after the police made it outside and just using his webs to get over the fence. His shoulder blades were practically screaming by this point, and he scraped himself on the barbed wire on his way past it, but the cops weren't able to hit or catch him as he made his escape, so really he was the winner here.
He just continued to run after that, managing to use a combination of his webs and sticky hands to get to the top of an apartment building or something before he collapsed to let himself breathe.
There were at least ten police cars that he could hear approaching the factory, their sirens just barely sticking out over the noise of the city. He was almost positive that he'd managed to get away, at least, since none of those sirens sounded like they were on their way to him.
That meant the immediate issue now was getting back down from the spot he'd chosen to hide. And the solution to that issue came in the form of a mostly full dumpster in the alleyway below.
Tommy tried to gently lower himself into it, but still ended up falling at least a story. It absolutely fucking stank, but smelling like ass was better than giving himself any more scrapes of bruises than he already had.
He chose to leave his jacket in the dumpster while he was at it, since he'd absolutely shredded one of the sleeves on the chicken wire while he was running, and rushed home to minimize the risk of punishment for how late he'd been out.
Not that he thought Wilbur would be punishing him for something like that, but the concern was always going to be there. Getting grounded, and being stuck in that small apartment while his brother was either out or at work...
No, Wilbur wouldn't do that, but he was still going to be wanting an explanation for what'd happened when he saw him.
By some unbelievable stroke of luck, Wilbur was nowhere to be found when he got back; meaning that Tommy was safe.
For now, anyways. He had more time to come up with an excuse, and he was going to need one because man was he looking rough. He wasn't really able to see the full extent of it past the layer of grime and pigeon feces, so he took a hot shower to sanitize and rid himself of any diseases he may have picked up.
The scalding water felt amazing against his injuries, and the only thing stopping him from falling asleep in there was knowing his brother would throw a fit over him wasting water like that. He still stayed in there longer than he normally would, though, because he seriously felt like he needed it.
He got a proper look at himself once he was out, and he looked about as shit as he felt.
The entirety of the right side of his chest was covered in a range of purples lining his ribs, his cheek was a mix of yellow and red where he'd smacked his face off of the concrete factory floor. His shoulders were the worst of it, all the way around his shoulder blade and under his arms a dark purple and red.
Overall, it looked like he'd gotten his ass beat and they bent his arms three-hundred and sixty degrees after repeatedly kicking him in the ribs.
There wasn't really much he could do to make it look better outside of putting an icepack to his ribs and hoping he hadn't broken any of them, so he got the one Wilbur kept in the back of the freezer as he was grabbing some cold pizza out of the fridge. He balanced the two as he went to his room, practically inhaling the food and laying down.
It was honestly pretty hard to find a way to lay with the icepack touching what he needed it to, and he eventually settled with laying on his stomach with his head resting on his arms.
It was around seven, and Tommy had intended to text his brother asking when he'd be back, but he got distracted by some other notification first and was asleep before he managed to get back on track.
Oh well, he definately needed it by that point anyways.
His brother decided to wait until around eleven the next morning to wake him up; two hours later than he would normally force Tommy out of bed on a Saturday.
"Tommy."
"Mh?", Tommy just barely turned his head in the direction of the door, not opening his eyes.
Usually, by this point, Wilbur would have already taken his pillow in an attempt to get him up. But this time he was staying right where he was at the door and continuing to talk in a quiet tone. "Did you have any plans for today?"
"No, wh-", he interrupted himself with a yawn, "Why?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?"
"Why?"
"No reason, I was just- Last weekend was our first not spent moving your stuff, and you were dying on the sofa, so I thought we could do something today. If you're up for it, that is."
"Sure, give me some time to wake the fuck up, I guess."
"Yeah, of course, take your time. Not too long, no point going out if everything's fucking closed. I'm not rushing you, though."
"If you aren't rushing me, then I'm going back to sleep,", Tommy yawned again as he rolled over, earning a sigh from his brother.
"Be reasonable here, please."
"I am reasonable always and forever."
"Then I'll reasonably be giving you a time limit; half an hour, or we'll be walking rather than taking my car anywhere."
"No, it's probably cold out."
"Then you better not drag your feet."
"Bl-bl-bl-hb-bl-"
"Don't spout gibberish at me, you're fifteen not five."
Tommy stopped for only a moment before making even louder noises at him.
"Enough. Up by noon, or you are legally required to exercise today."
"You can't do shit with the law, you switched majors."
"Wrong, I don't need to know the law in intricate detail to break it."
"I'll break you."
Wilbur snorted out a laugh as he left, and Tommy took a few more minutes to pull himself together before finally sitting up. And then immediately freezing as he remembered the night before and wondered how Wilbur hadn't seen his face.
There was no way he would have ignored it, but he would have been looking right at the bruise on Tommy's cheek when they'd been talking. Tommy had been celebrating the absurd amounts of luck he seemed to have before starting to change out of his pyjamas and realizing that the bruises just... weren't there.
The ones on his body were still kind of present, but had gone from a noticeable purple to a light yellow that was barely even there compared to how it'd looked before he went to bed.
He used his phone camera to see his face, and at most it looked like he'd been sleeping on the side where the bruises had been.
"What the fuck..."
He had to test this somehow, because there was no way bruises that bad had healed overnight.
But he also wasn't very good at thinking ahead, so his idea of 'testing it' was grabbing a pair of scissors and slicing the palm of his hand. Tommy watched it bleed for a moment, realizing how bad that idea had been and wrapping a shirt around it so he could get to the bathroom without trailing blood.
He heard Wilbur teasing him about needing to piss or something when he slammed the door, but he was more focused on his hand.
His hand, which had almost fully healed by the time he was cleaning off the blood.
"No fucking shot,", he chuckled, gently pulling at the edges of the freshly healed slice.
There was only a red line there now, and even that was fading away as he watched it. He tried his best to act normal once he was done in there, hiding the blood covered shirt behind his door on his way past his room again before going to the fridge to take the rest of the leftover pizza.
"Don't fucking choke,", Wilbur looked concerned as he watched Tommy eat, "Holy shit, you're inhaling that. Did you not eat last night or something?"
"Mind your own fucking business,", he said with his mouth full, not swallowing for the sake of the bit.
"You're mortality is my business. I don't feel like making you spit up whatever ends up getting lodged in your throat as you eat at the speed of light."
"Don't fucking say it like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you're talking about burping a fucking baby or something."
"Hey, you're the one comparing yourself to a baby this time, not me,", Wilbur raised his hands in front of himself with a smug grin, "I never said anything of the sort."
"I will flay you."
"Where the fuck did you learn that word from? Because it certainly wasn't my class; not with how little you pay attention."
"Don't have to pay attention when I have to listen to you talk about that shit here anyways,", Tommy scoffed, eating a third slice of pizza.
"Guess we don't have to worry about stopping anywhere for food. Not lunch for, at least."
"No, this is breakfast. I still require more food."
Which was true, he'd woken up absolutely starving.
"How? You've just eaten nearly half a pizza."
Tommy shrugged at him, not fully sure about that himself. He was expecting Wilbur to argue with him over that, but instead the man just rolled his eyes.
"Figure out where you want to go, then. I was planning on taking you downtown, but if you want to go somewhere else tell me now and we'll do that instead."
"... The fuck are you being so nice for today?"
"I- What are you talking about?"
The stutter was immediate confirmation that something was up, and Tommy narrowed his eyes. "You let me sleep in, you threatened to make me walk instead of telling me we wouldn't be going anywhere,", he was counting it out on his fingers as he went down his points, "And you're not getting pissy about any change of plans."
"Like I said earlier, we're done moving your shit, so I-"
"Bullshit."
Wilbur was obviously trying to think of a different excuse, eventually sighing as his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Right, fine, you've caught me,", he frowned as he made eye contact with Tommy, "I tried to make it home earlier last night, but I had so much shit to deal with it that I couldn't manage it. And you were already in bed by the time I got here, and-"
"Wait, that's it? Really?"
"Yes, I'm sorry. Next time, I'll just take the shit home with me-"
"Wil, that's not a big deal."
Wilbur's frown only deepened when he said that. "Yes, it is."
"I'm used to it-"
"So was I, that's why I can confidently say you shouldn't be. That was the whole point of you coming to live here-"
"Wil, it's fine, seriously. It's not like you're doing it constantly, and it's not the end of the world if you stay later to finish up your work shit; rather you do school shit at the school so I don't have to hear about it."
Wilbur didn't look particularly happy with his response, but sighed again with a nod. "Right, no, I'll- I promise it won't happen again, though."
Tommy really wasn't sure why he was making such a big deal of it, but his brother was weird about stuff like that sometimes. "Fine, whatever. Are we leaving or not?"
"I was waiting for you, I've been up since eight."
"Sounds like a skill issue. Sleep is important, you know."
"You can't use my own words against me, especially not when I said them in the context of you staying up until three on a night where you had to be up by six."
"Technically I don't have to-"
"No, shut up, you know you're about to spout bullshit."
"... Well you can't prove that."
They left not long after that, spending the majority of the day at the mall downtown and coming back at some point around six p.m. to order dinner after agreeing that they'd had enough of being in public for the day.
There was a knock at the door, and Wilbur made a shooing motion. "That's probably the delivery. You got the majority of the shit, go bring it in."
"The fuck do you mean 'probably'? It tells you on your fucking phone."
"I got a whole fucking pizza just for you, go bring it in."
"'Mimimi I'm old and my knees don't work well enough for me to get off of the sofa'-"
"Y'know what? Yes, I am decrepit and old and require your assistance acquiring the nourishment of which I have procured for-"
"Holy shit, shut the fuck up,", Tommy got to his feet, throwing one of the couch pillows at his brother, "It's Saturday, no big words."
"How do you expect to learn if you aren't exposed to a larger vocabulary?"
"My vocabulary is large enough, thank you."
"Yeah? You know like five words, and four of them are 'fuck'."
"Do you have a fucking problem with that?"
"No, by all means express yourself when appropriate. Now express yourself over to the door before the neighbors steal our food."
He threw another pillow before going, opening the door and pausing when he saw that whoever it was was still standing there. Tommy's confusion turned into fear when he realized that the guy at their door was the head of security from Ewe.
The short man, Quackity if he remembered right, seemed just as surprised to see him there. "... Weren't you one of the kids Sam had with him?"
Tommy stood there silently, terrified as he spent a solid minute trying to work up the nerve to speak.
Wilbur was there before he was able to get words out, moving Tommy to the side so he could roughly shove Quackity farther out into the hall. He slammed the door behind himself, and Tommy had to put his ear to it to listen the conversation that was realistically quiet enough that he wouldn't have been hearing it if he didn't have the spider-enhanced hearing.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here? Who the fuck told you you could show up at my apartment?"
"Relax, you're the one that told me to let you know if I had any work for you. You never told me you had a kid, man; I thought he looked familiar,", Quackity chuckled, "Y'know, I've never told you this, but I think dads are kinda-"
"That's my brother."
"Oh, good, so I'm not competing with a baby mama."
"I'll ask again; what the fuck do you want?"
"I have a feeling you don't want me going into detail here, and from the looks of things going inside to talk isn't an option right now either."
Wilbur was quiet for a long minute, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. "You- Look, text me and I'll meet with you later. Does that work for you?"
"Don't make me wait too long."
"Don't worry, Tweety Bird, I'll be sure to give you a time hours ahead of when I plan on being there."
"Don't tease me like that, man."
"Kill yourself."
Quackity let out a shocked laugh, sounding farther down the hall now. "Woah, this isn't a COD lobby, man!"
"If it were, there'd be more slurs involved."
"Yeah? Any of those you think you'd be able to reclaim?"
"Goodbye, don't come back."
"Don't sound so excited to see my ass."
"What's there to see?", Wilbur snorted, opening the door before Tommy had a chance to move back and nearly hitting him in the face.
Tommy tried really hard to pretend he hadn't been eavesdropping, and his brother let out a sigh.
"How much of that did you hear?"
"I heard him hitting on you, and I heard something about slurs. Was that the guy from Ewe?"
"I'm surprised he actually did his job when you went on that field trip,", Wilbur muttered, sighing again, "Yes, that's him."
"And why was he here?"
"Why do you sound worried? Did you steal shit from there or something?"
"No, I'm just- He's shady, and I don't like him."
"Trust your senses on shit like that, you're incredibly spot on,", he went to get a cup of water.
"So why the fuck was he here?"
"He... I met him while I was still in university, we keep in touch."
"Is he your fucking ex or something?"
Wilbur nearly choked on the water in his mouth, spitting it out across the countertop and coughing. "Fuck-"
"Holy shit, don't die; it was just a question."
"He isn't- We've never dated, I fucking hate that man with a burning passion."
Tommy decided that this wasn't a conversational path he wanted to continue down, since his brother's 'passion' for some dude he'd been flirting with in the hall was really not something he needed to know more about.
So, instead, he shifted to the more important issue of the evening. "When's the food getting here?"
There wasn't really anything of note from the rest of that weekend, and Tommy was being woken up for school on Monday at the normal time. He rolled out of bed, got ready, got to the car, Wilbur asked him what he wanted for breakfast, and-
"Could probably go for some donuts or something."
He said it without really thinking about it, and the silence stretched on for a few minutes before he looked at his brother to see his confusion.
"What?"
"You don't like donuts."
"I'm- Maybe I want to try something different, is there a fucking problem with that?"
"No, it's- Are you sure that's what you want? Not too much sugar?"
"I can give them to Tubbo if it is."
"Alright..."
"You're the one that always fucking asks if I want something different,", Tommy folded his arms.
"I'm not judging you for it, I'm just making sure it's really something you want; I don't want you to have to wait until lunch to eat anything."
"I'll just go to your fucking classroom and steal some of the snacks you've got squirreled away in your desk."
"Not while class is running, they'll expect I give them some as well."
"Share the wealth, don't be a fucking capitalist."
Wilbur let out an offended gasp, reaching over to shove him since they were at a red light. "I will murder you in cold blood-"
"Capitalist, the definition of the establishment-", he tried to bite his brother's hand as the man attempted to cover his mouth to shut him up, "You need a fucking monocle and top hat, grow out your fucking facial hair and style it into a handlebar-"
"There is nothing capitalistic about education, you little fucking dickhead,", Wilbur gave him one last push into the car door before driving again.
"The school is owned by the government, which means that you work for them."
"You've spent too much time speaking with Technoblade."
"Eat the rich."
"That is not an accurate response to what I said to you."
"Cry about it."
"As soon as it snows, I'm going to dump some down the back of your shirt in the school parking lot."
"Well no, you shouldn't do that."
"And you shouldn't be a little bastard child, and yet here we are."
"I'll crash the fucking car."
Tommy didn't crash the car, only contemplated it as the rest of the normal morning routine played out. He got his plain tea with the donuts, but only pretended to drink it around his brother so he could dump it out in a bathroom sink and refill it in a water fountain.
The donuts were perfectly fine, and he tried his best to not have a small mental breakdown over it as he ate them. Normally, he couldn't stand anything sweet; that'd been a constant since he was younger.
Tommy just didn't like anything with too much sugar in it, that's how things were. Since the spider bite, everything with salt was far too salty, and he was actively craving sugar.
He'd even snuck into the kitchen in the middle of the night to steal some of the sugar cubes his brother had for his coffee.
That was harder to hide than the webs, since it was such a big part of his preferences that it was impossible to not notice.
Case in point, Tubbo stopped and looked at him when he got there. He didn't sit down right away and just watched him eat.
"Either sit or go the fuck away, stop staring at me like that."
"I- Should I go get the nurse? Is your blood sugar low?"
"Yours is about to be low. Because your blood is going to be fucking gone."
Tubbo sat a seat away from where he normally would, being exaggeratedly cautious like he was worried Tommy might bite him or something. "Why are you eating donuts? Are they low sugar or something?"
"Felt like having donuts, I don't know. Why are you short? Miss a growth spurt or something?"
"I'll gnaw your legs off so you're shorter than me."
"Would I really be shorter than you without legs?"
"Hold still and we can find out."
"Think I'll pass,", Tommy took a sip of his water, "Might get you some fucking wooden blocks or something to chew on so your teeth don't grow perpetually into your skull."
"Where the fuck did you learn the word 'perpetually'?"
Tommy thought back to the 'sand eating' conversation with Wilbur, and decided to be merciful to his brother and lie. "Don't know, picked it up from somewhere. Did you get the shit for Sam's class done?"
"Why, did you want to copy any of it?"
"No, I don't need help with his shit. I was curious which option you chose."
"Oh, I picked arachnids."
"What? That was the lamest fucking one!"
"No the fuck it wasn't! Which one did you pick?"
"Ants, because the only thing stopping those fuckers from overthrowing us is pheromones."
"They're too fucking small to do anything."
"A few thousand ants could pick you up and carry you the fuck away."
"They wouldn't, though; I'll step on them."
"That's so fucked up and evil of you."
"They're ants. Not even real ants."
"Right, and you're fucked up for stepping on the hypothetical ants."
"The hypothetical ants are trying to carry me the fuck away and eat me!"
Tommy folded his arms. "And it's what they deserve."
"No, but look at this fucker,", Tubbo got out his Zoology notebook, opening it to the current assignment and pulling out some printed images of spiders.
"Damn, no need to get fancy with it; we just needed to write shit."
"I printed it because I found them neat,", he slid the pictures at Tommy, "This is a a goldenrod crab spider."
"It's white and spherical, not golden or rod."
"They camouflage to flowers, and then they ambush shit like bees and flies instead of catching stuff in webs. They're yellow by default, but if the flower is white so are they. I saw some shit about them being able to live off of tree sap and flower nectar, but I left it out since I didn't have enough time to look into it further."
Tommy picked up the papers with the spider on them, only vaguely humoring Tubbo until he saw the smaller spiders. "What kind is that one?"
"Oh, that's the males; they've got the black cephalothorax, and they're little."
"Huh."
"Why 'huh'?"
"Nothing, I just- I thought I'd seen one of those before."
"Probably not, they're not really common in the city."
"Probably not, yeah."
Tubbo continued going off about spider facts he'd learned while doing the assignment, but Tommy was focused on Googling more images of the spider in question.
He hadn't gotten the best look at the spider that'd bitten him, but he was almost positive that it'd been one of those.
Ranboo showed up at some point in the middle of Tubbo's spider dump, and the tallest of the three decided they wanted to go off about what they'd learned about centipedes at the same time; forcing Tommy to listen to them until it was time for classes to start.
Tommy was stuck taking the bus once school was done, which was fine by him since he was planning on hanging out with Tubbo downtown for a while before heading home.
Was he telling his brother he was doing this? No.
Did he care? Nah, he was planning on being back before him.
Wilbur had already apologized in advance for having to work later again, so Tommy was fully expecting to be home alone even if he did go directly there.
The bus had to take a detour because of some construction or something, leaving them stuck walking to the area they actually wanted to be in. Which was fine, initially, since it was around four in the afternoon by the time they got there and the sun was still up.
And they had a lovely time interacting with shop keepers and being as respectful as anyone expects a pair of highschool boys to be in public.
Eventually, Tommy's phone started ringing as they were feeding fries to some rats outside of a fast food place; startling him into dropping his food and forcing him to move back when the rats rushed it.
"Oh, shit-", he hadn't realized how late it'd gotten, and Wilbur was calling him, "Fuck, he's probably pissed."
Tubbo checked the time on his own phone as Tommy quietly panicked. "Probably not? It's only like... eight, not that late. Plus, I don't think I've ever seen him get mad about anything before."
"You're not in his class, and you don't live with him."
Tubbo had a point, though, Wilbur didn't usually get angry about stuff. At the very least, he didn't jump right to that.
So, Tommy took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hey-"
"Where are you?"
"Tubbo and I are hanging out downtown."
"Why didn't you say anything about it when you checked in earlier?"
"Truthfully, I thought I'd be getting back before you, but we lost track of time. Did you know that a rat can take out a fucking seagull if they're fighting over the same piece of food?"
"Tommy, please tell me you haven't been purposefully instigating the wildlife."
"... I haven't been purposefully instigating the wildlife."
"Good, that gives me plausible deniability,", Wilbur sighed, "Head back, please; it's getting late."
"Alright, on my way now I guess. At the mercy of the busses on that one."
"Keep me updated if something happens, if it takes too long I may just come get you."
"Right, talk to you in a bit."
"Bye."
He hung up, letting out a sigh of his own as he put his phone away. "He's not mad, just wants me to head back."
"Probably a good idea, busses aren't as reliable once it gets close to nine."
"Tubbo, what the fuck are you doing wandering the city past nine in the fucking evening?"
"What are you, a cop? Mind your fucking business."
"I'm abandoning you in a gutter."
He didn't leave Tubbo on his own, both because he wasn't being serious but also because he wasn't very confident that he'd be able to find his way back to the bus stop he needed with the route change.
Realistically, he could take the Light Rail and get at close enough to his apartment that he could walk, but taking the bus meant that he and Tubbo could go the same way and get off only a few stops apart.
It became clear pretty quick that Tubbo didn't know where he was going, either, and they gradually moved from the semi-populated area of shops and restaurants they'd been hanging out near into a quieter area of mostly empty office buildings that only had a few lights on.
"Tubbo."
"Yeah?"
"Where the fuck are we?"
"Good question, I was following you."
"You are literally walking in front of me."
"Oh, yeah."
Tommy put his hands over his face, letting out a frustrated noise. "Come on, man!"
"Look, it's your fault for following me-"
"Now isn't the time for fucking joking gaslighting, it's getting cold out and I want to get back before Wil's really pissed off."
"Good point, sorry,", Tubbo put a hand to his chin, "We could probably just retrace our steps until we see a street sign? Could google it from there."
"Better than aimlessly fucking wandering,", he sighed, turning around and pausing as he felt what could best be describe a tingle in the back of his head.
It felt like something was wrong, but he had no idea what; they were on an empty street, nobody else was there. Tubbo hadn't noticed anything, continuing to walk without any concern.
He did notice Tommy wasn't following, though, and asked what was wrong at the same time a gunshot rang out from the alleyway closest to them.
For some reason, Tommy's first thought wasn't running when it became clear that they were in danger. No, he decided that it was smarter to shove Tubbo into the bushes with him and hide.
Which, with how fast someone came to investigate the rustling of the bush, was probably the better move.
The person had on what could best be described as a cartoon enemy grunt's outfit; a biker helmet with ram horns attached to the sides on their head and black jumpsuit covering the majority of their body. It would have been funny if they hadn't been holding a very real gun.
A very real gun that they were pointing around as they looked for the cause of the sound.
Tommy and Tubbo were clinging onto eachother as the person got closer, doing their best to hold their breath as the person poked around. Tommy panicked as the ram grunt poked at the bush with their gun, and acted before thinking about it.
He pushed Tubbo out of the bush to the side opposite of where a crime had probably just happened, firing a glob of web at the gun that was practically in his face that had enough force to knock the attacker back while jamming the weapon.
Another web was shot at their face next, covering the front of the helmet and giving him enough time to grab Tubbo and leg it. He dragged the shorter boy down random alleyways for what felt like ages until he thought they were a safe distance away, nearly puking next to the bins they hid behind from the amount of exertion.
"Holy shit- Fuck- What the fuck was- What-", Tommy panicked between panting, freaking out about that situation as a whole.
Tubbo wasn't saying anything, letting him freak out for a few minutes before forcing him to stand up straight and promptly slapping him.
"Tubbo, what the fuck-"
He was slapped again. "What the fuck was that?", the short boy asked, sounding more interested than scared.
"I don't fucking know! Some fucking guy with a gun-"
"No, the shit you did."
"I- I hit his fucking gun?"
"No, the white shit; you weren't holding anything."
"I- I don't know?"
"Bullshit, you clearly knew what you were doing. You even did some cringe ass Naruto hand shit as it happened."
Ok, so feigning ignorance wasn't the play. "I don't know what you saw, but-"
"No gaslighting."
Lying was out, as well.
Tommy had been far more worried about the armed criminal that'd been pointing a gun at them than he was about an excuse, and eventually sighed after a few minutes of trying and failing to come up with something better. "Can I at least explain somewhere private? Rather than a fucking alleyway somewhere in the middle of the city?"
Tubbo folded his arms, eye narrowed as he clearly contemplated slapping him a third time. There wasn't any more slapping, thankfully, and the short boy eventually sighed with an eye roll. "Fine. I suppose you can tell me tomorrow after school."
"If Wil lets me go home on my own again with how fucking late I'll be getting back."
"Does he-"
"He doesn't know a god damn thing about it, and it better fucking stay that way."
"I don't talk to Mr.Soot, why would I snitch to him?", Tubbo raised his hands defensively in front of himself, "As long as you actually tell me what's up, I won't say anything to him."
"Fuck off, don't try to blackmail me."
"Better keep your word, then."
"I never promised I would-"
"I'll stop in his classroom tomorrow and tell him what I saw."
"No, alright. I promise I'll tell you."
Tubbo walked past him, smug expression on his face. "Good. I recognize where we are now, by the way; bus stop is this way."
"It better be, I don't want to fucking wander any more."
"Well with that attitude, I may just pick a direction and go."
"I will ditch your short ass and take the train."
"Good luck finding it without my help."
"You are the reason we nearly got shot,", Tommy huffed, walking ahead, "I'm assuming you're just bad luck at this point."
"Hang on a fucking second-"
He got home around an hour later, cautiously entering the apartment where Wilbur was waiting in the livingroom. He braced himself for a reaction, staying by the door when Wilbur acknowledged that he'd entered.
"You didn't get bitten by any of the rats you were fucking with, did you?"
"No, Tubbo wouldn't let me get close enough for that."
"Good to know he has more sense than you on that front."
"Fuck you, I've got plenty of sense."
"Pardon me if I am unable to hide my doubt at that statement. Did you eat any of the food you were tossing at the rats, or was it all for the city puppies?"
"Fucking city puppies- Yeah, I ate already."
He hadn't had a ton of what they'd bought, but he'd had enough of it. He wasn't particularly hungry after all of the stress brought on by dealing with the ram gun guy before, anyways.
Wilbur didn't seem to fully believe him, standing and folding his arms. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Why are you more worried about that than me getting home at nearly ten p.m. on a Monday?"
"Believe me, I'm worried about that as well, but I'm not going to throw a fit over it as long as it doesn't become a habit."
"... So I'm not in trouble?"
"Not this time, you get a pass for it,", Wilbur kept going before Tommy had a chance to let out a sigh of relief, "But, I think it's reason enough to properly lay out some ground rules."
His heart sank immediately, and he looked down at the floor. "Ah, right, that's-"
"Not like that- Poor choice of words, sorry. Ground as in baseline; I accept that you're a teenager, and you want to spend time with your friends. And you're allowed to do that, I don't want to hinder your social life."
"Get the the ass of the statement."
"You mean the 'but'?"
"Yeah, the ass."
Wilbur let out an amused exhale before continuing. "But the city is dangerous as of late with all the crime boss shit or whatever, and I want to know when you're going somewhere and where it is you're at. You're only fifteen, I don't want something to happen to you because I thought you were home and didn't think to check in."
"I can handle myself-"
"I know you can, but I would still prefer having at least a basic idea where you are if you aren't here or at the school. You don't have to tell me everything, just where you're at. I'd also like you home earlier than this, obviously."
"And what time were you thinking of for curfew?", Tommy asked, dreading the answer.
"Not calling it curfew, and, uh... Depends on the circumstances, I suppose? Don't want to say sundown because that could be either four or nine depending on the time of year, and I know it's not very reasonable to give you a solid time when you're relying on the busses to get around. Just- Use your brain, and you'll be alright."
"Why are you being so nice about this?"
"I'm not, I'm being reasonable."
"Phil would have a fit if he knew how relaxed you were being about me wandering the city."
"Then it's a good thing he's not going to find out about it,", Wilbur stood off of the sofa, stretching, "Now that I know you're home and safe, I'm going to bed. I suggest you do the same, it's a school night remember."
"I'll stay up past midnight watching a Youtube video of paint drying, just to fucking spite you."
"The only person you'd be spiting would be yourself, I'll give all of your other teachers permission to wake you up if they catch you sleeping."
"So I'll sleep in your class, then."
"I've got an airhorn."
Tommy mustered up the wettest, saddest look he could. "You'd really make me go deaf like that?"
"Don't use the puppy-dog eyes on me for something as trivial as this,", Wilbur used his hand to block his view of his brother.
"Ear damage is far from trivial, Wilbur."
"Goodnight, don't complain if you haven't gotten enough sleep when I'm waking you up tomorrow."
"Yeah, go 'honk shoo' at ten-thirty like the old man you are."
"I'm more of a 'honk mimimi' kind of man."
"If I hit you with a brick, you can sleep silently."
"I'm fine without that, thank you. When it gets to the end of the semester, however, I may take you up on that offer; have a feeling it'd work better than melatonin."
"I'll hopefully upgrade to a sledge hammer by then."
"Ever the tycoon, I see,", Wilbur chuckled, disappearing into the little hall that led to their rooms, "Goodnight."
"Night."
Tommy waited until his brother's door was closed to let out a long sigh, getting himself a glass of water and ignoring how much his hands were shaking.
Things were fine, he wasn't in trouble, nothing was wrong.
Ok, well alot was wrong, but nothing with Wilbur. There was really something to be said about him being more worried about his brother being mad at him than he'd been about a man with a gun, but that was better left to a therapist's office when he was in his thirties.
Tubbo sent him an incredibly ominous and threatening message reminding him that he had to explain what happened after school the next day, and Tommy contemplated trying to come up with some kind of excuse before deciding he was just going to go to bed and worry about it in the morning.
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“Kinky...” 39. My muse cross-dresses for your muse.
“Eddie, I’m really....uh....not so sure about this?” Steve had yelled from the bathroom in the small trailer, door shut so Eddie couldn’t peek. He knew damn well that Eddie was into some interesting and kinky shit, but he hadn’t expected that this would be one of those things. Not that he entirely minded, because he would do anything for Eddie Munson. And he knew that Eddie would never pressure him, and the minute Steve gave the red light, it would never be brought up again.
Steve just really didn’t have the body to be perceived as anything ‘feminine.’ He knew that his ass was thicker than most boys his age, but that was about it. Years of being an athlete made him far too toned, and the chest hair - well, okay, the everywhere hair - really wasn’t the least bit girly. But this was just between him and Eddie, behind closed doors, and he knew Eddie wasn’t going to judge him. Or, well, maybe a little.
He finally sighed, looking himself over once more. He’d done a terrible job at makeup, considering he had never applied mascara or eyeliner a day in his life. The skirt wasn’t too bad though, showing off his thighs and the curve of his ass nicely. The stockings just reminded him of his Scoops Ahoy days, and Steve was known for wearing crop tops in the Summer anyways. Honestly, it could be worse. So much worse.
He walked out of the bathroom and into Eddie’s bedroom, biting his lower lip that was globby with far too much gloss. He did a quick little spin, before resting his hands on his hips in that ‘stern mother’ look he had. “Uh....what do you think? Is it everything you hoped for and more?”
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For this page I used thick plastic-fabric as it had to be see-though and strong enough to hold its shape. First I tried ultrasonic welding it together which was quite hard to do, especially when doing curves, and the plastic didn’t neatly weld together. I was a bit frustrated at how messy it was but then realised that the raggedy edge could be a stylistic choice and would actually be consistent with the theme of lava. This made me think that I could burn the sheets together which gave a real nice burnt edge and held together strongly.
For the lava I first used food colouring, glitter, and hand sanitizer (as hand sanitizer is lighter and more globby than water). However I wasn’t able to completely burn the sheets shut as that would be a fire hazard with the hand sanitiser, so I tried gluing it shut but this didn’t hold at all. In the end I used water inside instead of hand sanitiser which worked perfectly and meant that I could burn it all the way shut. I then added some crystals I had lying around so that there was something to play with in the lava.
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