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thethirteenthcrow · 4 months

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500 more words for the racing verse and the series is 100k total. but one of them isn't even naked yet, in this final sex scene!

#zhalia's lil' chit chat #the racing verse

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voidpumpkin · 10 months

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seeing analyses of nimona is fun because they have really good insights and are analysing every inch of this movie but in virtually all of them there is a gaping hole where the very obvious messages and metaphors in regards to race and racism in this film lay.

Like tell me, do you believe the story of a brown man, brought in by a black woman in an attempt to fix the systemic issues in a system where ancestry is valued over merit, is framed for the murder of said black woman by a white woman who is fueled by paranoia that a black woman’s efforts might upend the system, the supposed threat this brown man and of dangers that don’t exist and a desparation to fulfill the legacy of a white woman who is a literal metaphor for the way bigotry is taught (in particular homophobia/transphobia). And thus the brown man is villanised for something he didn't do and is forced to find support and companionship in another victim of the system, with this story ending with the white woman willing to destroy everything than let the brown gay man and a trans girl change the system/her mind, has absolutely no racial implications or messages surrounding race.

#nimona #gee I wonder why every other facet of the film gets talked about #but race isn't/discussions surrounding it aren't as popular #i'm getting flashbacks to spider-verse #it's a pattern I've seen for a while

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that-one-birbie · 30 days

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CAN SOMEONE REMIND ME HOW I DID 5HIS!!??

APPARENTLY I FORGOT I MADE A ALMOST 200 PAGE SLIDE SHOW OF FUCJING HOBIE!!? I HAVE NO MEMORY OF THIS

#hobie brown #spider punk #hobie #atsv #wtf was i on #i mean...#i love them #spider man: across the spider verse #acrossthespiderverseart #hobie across the spiderverse #arms race

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months

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One day we gon talk about how Jessica Drew is a reflection of the reality that is being a WOC in a white, male dominated work place

And how that position often forces unnecessary competition between peers - especially black women.

Which in turn results in callousness and the idea of solidarity being stamped out between black professionals and women - because solidarity is seen as weak and 'too political/personal' for those who want to succeed in the work place.

And ONE DAY we gon talk about how Jessica and Hobie are the perfect reflection of each other, especially in terms of generational trauma

And how their treatment of Gwen is a direct display of that.

Jessica being the older generation who's solidarity has been crushed out of them - in favor of individuality and self-sustainability. Causing her to treat Gwen 'professionally' and like an independent person

Versus Hobie, the younger generation who has seen first-hand that Jessica's individualitic approach is damaging, and in turn offers her community and solidarity in her time of need

ONE DAY WE GON TALK ABOUT IT

But not today! because I don't have the time nor the patience goodbye

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batsandbugs · 8 months

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THE CONTINUATION OF THE IKEA VERSE

Okay, so this isn't quite an actual update yet, but I've been gone for a while and I wanted to let y'all know what's going on.

The last chapter of Classification System has been fighting me. Bruce and Damian's confrontation is important, but, up until now, I had no clue how it needed to go, or wanted it to end. After all, this story never had a planned plot, and was rather more a chaotic amalgamation of vibes that grew legs and dragged me along for the ride. While that worked well for the first story, the second wanted to veer into serious territory, which is maybe why it was fighting me so hard. I have serious stories, but IKEA Verse has never really been one of them.

So I started thinking of a third installment, hoping this inspiration would drive me to find the proper course for how Bruce and Damian's confrontation should unfold. So I put on my thinking cap, and thought, "hmmm... how am I going to bring back the fun and excitement and hilarity of the first installment, while still continuing Damian and Marinette's relationship?"

And my evil brain responded with...

"~Bigger is better, and better is bigger, a little bit is never enough, no, no, no!~"

So, ladies, gents, and others I now present to you the third installment of The IKEA VERSE:

THE GREAT GOTHAM SEWER RACE

CALLING ALL RACERS! Underneath Gotham lay miles of caverns, lava pools, zombie hordes, interdimensional racing tracks, funhouse hallways, a maze full of doors that do not open and lead into a never ending madness, a mysterious banked fog, submerged waterways, ancient temples, and more! Come try your hand at claiming the ultimate prize which lay hidden at the finish line.

If you survive...

Coming 2024!

So... yeah, IKEA Game Verse is getting a third installment. The last chapter of Classification System, should be out sometime within the next month or two, now that I have proper motivation to get it finished. And starting the new year I'll be posting the Great Gotham Sewer Race! Hope this makes up for the months of radio silence (although I have posted a few chapters of my Marvel fic, so I haven't been totally silent).

As always, all comments, suggestions, and ideas are welcome! The bigger and crazier the better and if it's good, there's a high likelihood it'll end up in the story (after all the knowledge of IKEA stores with ball pits was given via comment, and we all know how that panned out.) Think Hanabarbara Wacky Races! If anyone still remembers that show. Tell me who you want to see! ANYONE IN DC is open for consideration, other fandoms are also encouraged (the caverns beneath Gotham are interdimensional and inter-universal!) Tell me if there's any challenge, or obstacle, or event you want to see! I'm open anything and everything.

I hope this sparks excitement for y'all as it has done for me. See you soon!

#maribat #damian x marinette #mlb crossover #maridami #damimari #the great ikea game #the great gotham sewer race #daminette #daimianette #dc x mlb #the ikea verse

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izzywantscheesecake · 5 months

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sick day-hobie brown

Today was a bad day.

You thought you had gotten rid of your sickness for good yesterday, but that was just the appetizer in the huge buffet of nausea your body was preparing especially for you.

You had begged your parents a second time to let you stay home from school, and they let you, albeit slightly skeptical about how sick you claimed to be. You hoped whatever was in you would disappear by the next day, because they told you after today they wouldn’t let you commit truancy any longer.

Nobody was in the house with you, everyone you lived with had work and their own personal things to deal with, so you had to treat yourself.

You stayed in bed all morning, not getting anything done and occasionally using your energy to get up and use the bathroom or go to the kitchen.

It hadn’t even hit you how much time had passed before it was around 3, the usual time your school ended. You wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead, annoyed about how lazy you’ve been all day even though it really wasn’t your fault.

Succumbing to your low energy, you began to feel your eyelids droop and your body relax. Just before everything went black, a sudden banging at your window caused you to jolt awake.

You shifted up in your bed, thinking the source of the noise might’ve been a squirrel or a pigeon, but a tall silhouette standing by your balcony told you otherwise.

Slowly pulling yourself out of the sheets, you walked towards your window, eyes beginning to sparkle once you recognized what was standing there.

It was your friend, Hobie Brown, from 6th form. He still had his uniform on, indicating he came to your house immediately after school ended, and he was holding about three bags, evenly spread out on each arm.

You unlocked your window, giving him access to your room, and he stepped in, his boots gruffly making contact with your wood tiled floor.

“Hey, Y/N. A little birdie told me you were feeling a bit iffy this week.”

“A bit? I’ve been bedridden all day. I only just got up to let you in,” You replied, swiftly pulling yourself under the warm sheets of your bed again.

Hobie examined you for a few seconds, before letting out a snort.

“Man, you look terrible. But not to fear, Hobie is here. And he’s brought you a whole lot of sacred scroll texts from the lost city of Atlantis.”

Hobie placed the first bag down, and took out a purple folder, which he then handed to you in a mock regal manner.

You opened the folder, and saw exactly what you expected to see in there. Three worksheets of linear algebra, and a packet containing some Shakespeare text with short response questions.

“Wow, thanks. My maths and literature homework.”

“I know, I’m amazing, right? Tell me why when I went to collect your work from maths, the teacher said she didn’t even think I attended school anymore.”

“Well, that lady’s always been quite senile. But then again, you’re constantly skiving so I also can’t blame her for thinking that. What’s in the other bags?”

“Some gifts.”

He opened the second bag, and you were delighted to see a pack of Cadbury chocolate bars, accompanied with a teddy bear and other various confectionaries.

Just as you were about to go all in, he stopped you.

“Wait. Have you eaten any real food all day?”

“No.. I’ve just been laying here.”

“I thought so.”

He opened the third and final bag, which was chicken broth, some spices, and a pack of noodles.

“Why did you..”

“I’m going to make you soup, silly. Consider me your private nurse.”

“You have too much free time. I’ll be fine, just go home.”

“Mmm, no. Any road, direct me to your kitchen. I’ve only ever seen your room.”

“It’s down the hall to the left. But I can show you, just follow m-”

You made a few attempts to stand up, and every time you did, Hobie would just gently shove you back onto the bed.

“Nuh uh. You stay here, let me take care of you.”

Eventually, you realized it was no use trying to fight him and you felt yourself sinking deeper down into the bed as you listened to him cook in the kitchen, humming some tune you’ve never heard of.

After maybe 30 minutes, Hobie re-entered your room with a tray of soup accompanied by tea. Also on the tray was a thermometer you assumed he must’ve stolen from your bathroom.

He gently placed the tray of food down, grabbing the thermometer and setting it closer to your lips.

“Okay, now open your mouth.”

“You’re serious about this nurse thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now say, aaah,” He replied.

You opened your mouth and closed it once the thermometer was in. The both of you waited about a minute, before Hobie pulled it out of your mouth and examined the temperature.

“Holy shit, 38 degrees celsius. You’re burning up, Y/N.”

You shrugged as he put the thermometer down on your bedside table and picked up the tray of food, placing it gently in front of you.

“Start eating this while I get you a warm towel.”

The broth of the soup was better than expected, probably because Hobie also added additional seasoning. The tea was also good, you could taste a hint of honey which was helpful for your sore throat.

Hobie came back with the warm towel and placed it on your forehead to relieve congestion.

For the next hour, the two of you sat together, laughing and joking. Hobie told you about the latest drama at school that you’ve missed, and also talked about things he did over the weekend.

It was a very simple conversation, but you enjoyed it a lot, Hobie really had a way of making uninteresting things interesting.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a car pulling up to your driveway, and immediately snapped your head up to check the time on the clock.

It read, “16:46.”

“Hobie, you gotta get out of here. My parents didn’t want anyone to show up to the house today.”

He quickly nodded, cleaning up as much as he could before unlocking the window. Before he jumped out, he gave you a glance.

“And don’t forget, that’ll be £150.”

You scoffed jokingly. “I said, get out of here.”

He smirked, before jumping out the window and taking off down the street.

As soon as Hobie was out of the picture, you heard your room door open, and your parents walked in.

They questioned the soup and tea on the counter in the kitchen, and you told them you had started to feel better, and made it for yourself.

Today might’ve actually been a good day.

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hashtagdrivebywrites · 3 months

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I am *dying* to know about #12 rn. Care to let me see a snippet? Maybe expound on its virtues? 🥺

-Faer

Ahhh okay, so this one started as a silly "wouldn't it be hilarious if Jason's dad was actually John Winchester" thought exercise (because my sense of humor is shot) after I forced one of my friends to watch UTRH with me, and it just. spiraled, violently. It's still ass-deep in chaos page hell, but I've been describing it as, "Red Hood and Justice League Dark: Great Value Edition".

* Older Scooby Gang * Sibling/Family Reveal * Reverse Identity Reveal (the bulk of the team doesn't know Jason is Red Hood (or an active vigilante at all) until the situation calls for Red Hood-level interference) * Danny "I am in desperate need of a trusted supportive adult" Fenton * Good Friends Tucker and Sam * Clueless Dean and Sam

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"So," Sam opened both hands and held them apart, gesturing first at the little-big asshole that had kicked everything off just by existing, "you were dead."

Jason shrugged his stupidly huge shoulders, "I got better." The following 'And?' went unspoken but clearly implied.

Oh, Bobby was going to lose his damn mind when he got a hold of this kid.

Sam paused, needing a moment to process the fact that they were too late, again, before he angled his disbelief at the skinny little punk standing with his hands in his pockets and flanked on either side by his friends like bodyguards.

"You were dead."

The teenager coughed into his fist, "Uh, about that."

Sam paused. "You…weren't dead?"

The kid made a face and wobbled his hand in the air, all 'so-so' like.

"What," Dean shifted, every Hunter-honed instinct firing off in the back of his brain, "What the hell does that mean. Did you die, or didn't you?"

"I'm," He stopped himself, brows furrowed as he looked up thoughtfully, "An overachiever?"

"Technically you're an underachiever since you can't commit to a bit," The Kid Body Guard in the Beret helpfully pointed out.

The "underachiever" in question looked like he might argue, but ultimately agreed with a loose shrug of his shoulders. "Rude, but okay."

"What the hell does that mean. Sam."

"I don't know, Dean."

"And both of you have died," A woman cut in, heels clicking on the tile, "I was dead for fifteen minutes while on a case in Star City last December. Legally, Velma is also dead. You boys aren't special."

#ask games #fanfic #fic wip #crossover #Older Scooby Gang #The spiderman meme except its everyone whos died pointing at each other #Dean and Sam found out they had another little brother and it's a race against time to get to him before something else does #whoops lmfao #The Scooby-Doo cartoon and movies exist in this 'verse and the gang quietly hides their actual weird-mystery operation under it lmao #May or may not also include Eddie in it as one of the "team supers” - I'm catching up on comics and don't know a lot about him yet so #This group would technically be assigned “weird hopefully-not-apocalyptic level missions no one else wants to touch”#At least we hope lmao

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iwasbored777 · 7 months

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It's amazing how we live in 21th century yet at least 90% of Gwiles/Ghostflower haters are racist. And I'm talking about racist towards both of them. It's crazy. How does it feel to know that two animated teenagers are more advanced than you? You guys belong in 1950 not 2023.

#all those memes about miguel being the racist one are coming back to me that's all of y'all #I'm gonna start a war rn but i had to say it it's insane how much of you are mad that they're different races #gwen stacy #miles morales #gwiles #Ghostflower #spider man into the spider verse #into the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #Spiderverse

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chaosfairy18 · 2 months

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Pirate Racetrack, Pirate Racetrack, Pirate- He is done! I tried to make him look like Race and somehow he didn't end up looking like Race even if I drew him twice before (and he doesn't look like either of them either) but hey. No matter the face that is now for sure his costume. Do you see his pocket watch that has a compass on it because he is the steerer of the ship? Do you see Spot's coin?? (Oh the vest is at least kind of inspired by brigandine armor. does he have that?? No clue but the vibes were there and it is giving 92sies vest) I love him Closeups:

#newsies #92sies #my art #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #pirate au #pirates #coin verse #now you have Pirate Spot and Race #I'm expecting fanart soon ;) /j

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diversefictionhyeah · 2 months

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Miles Morales from the Spider-Man Franchise, specifically in this case Into The Spiderverse and Across the Spiderverse, is half African American and half Puerto Rican✌🏾🇵🇷

#miles morales #Puerto Rican #African American #Black #Mixed Race #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse

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thethirteenthcrow · 4 months

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[epilogue] the end of the beginning

Shane is the 2021 Formula One World Champion. He gets to receive his trophy at the FIA Gala, where Ryan is notably absent - his team picks up his P2 trophy for him. Despite that, Ryan makes sure to congratulate him right after. They also spend their Christmas and New Year's Eve together. All while reminiscing the past season - the toughest one of their careers, and a rollercoaster of their relationship. It's been a hell of a year, and it feels so right to spend the end and the beginning of it together. This is the epilogue, the final part, to the racing verse series.

final thanks to @popkin16 for helping me with the first half, @mish-tique for helping me with the middle and @vmyosotis for helping me with the end <3 i love you all dearly and i could never have done this without you !!

#zhalia's lil' chit chat #the racing verse #shyan

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party-with-books · 1 year

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SO as a recap, the list of nPC people we don't know the fate of atm, are:

Keyleth "Voice of the Tempest" (laying out bleeding and not doing well) Vax'ildan "Champion of the Raven Queen" (imprisoned in a lens sphere currently still being used) Dirty Wizard Caleb Widogast (in a golem choke-hold and collared) Expositor Beauregard Lionett of the Cobalt Soul (chained upon chains upon chains and charmed)

Happy 8 year Anniversary y'all...*nervous chuckle*

#we've fully entered the Marisha and Liam-verse #good grief #my mind is racing #its fine i don't need to wake up in 3 1/2 hours its FINE #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #critical role #c3e51 #8 year anniversary #vax'ildan #champion of the raven queen #keyleth of the air ashari #voice of the tempest #caleb widogast #beauregard lionett

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browsethestacks · 1 month

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Spider-Punk Arms Race #01 (2024)

Skottie Young Variant + Skottie Young Pink Punk Variant

Art by Skottie Young

#Comics #Marvel Comics #Skottie Young #Spider-Punk #Hobbie Brown #Punk #Art #Marvel #CGC #Into The Spider-Verse #Spider-Verse #Spider-Punk Arms Race

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arachnoia · 10 months

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FORMULA 1 | SPIDERVERSE TEASER ☆

1998 | New York City

In which you turn suspicious of your cousin Miles after his behavior one day and follow him, only to find out he’s part of a racing gang.

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Your heart raced as he looked at you, his red eyes piercing into yours before shifting his gaze to Miles. and pointing at you.

“Mira, Morales. What did I say about bringing girls here?”

Miles’ eyes widened as you pursed your lips, “Did he just say, girls? As in plural? Miles, I swear to god I’m gonna beat your ass and all of these bitches-”

“Yo sis-” Miles kept shaking his head frantically as if he was petrified, which he looked like he was.

“How could ya keep this from me? I taught you how to drive, how to-”

The man then looked at you and raised his eyebrow before placing his hand on your chin, “Look. You either shut your pretty little mouth or we get into problems, and I won’t hesitate to involve your hermanito either.”

He raised your chin to face him up even more until you saw a tattooed arm with a punk spiked bracelet hold his arm.

You looked over to the man and he winked at you before having a staring contest with the other man holding you.

“Hands off the girl, mate. If she taught Miles how to drive, then maybe we could use her to some advantage…”

The man with the bracelet gripped at the other’s hand until he finally let go of your chin and rolled his eyes

Bracelet guy peered at you and smiled again, “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself! The name’s S-Punk, but you can just call me Hobie and this scary grump is Miguel.”

You slightly smiled at him due to his cute British accent in which he returned the smile.

Miguel glared at the sight and scoffed, “How in puta madre is this little girl going to help us? Prolly doesn’t even know what horsepower is-”

You glared at him and scoffed, “This ‘little girl’ has worked with over 500 cars in her 23 years of living so don’t think for a fucking second that I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to face you and felt his minty breath against your lips. His nonchalant face slightly shifted with him pursing his lips at how close you two were.

“Come and try me, little boy.”

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i also made a lil playlist bc i’m so excited for this 😭

(edit) also here’s pt 1

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #hobie brown #miles morales #gwen stacy #racing #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara #spiderman #hobie x you #hobie x y/n

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sionisjaune · 10 months

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No plot all vibes cokehead Nico ficlet that needed to come out tonight...

Nico shakes out a gram, cuts a line with a card pilfered from Lewis’s wallet, and snorts it straight from the dashboard. It’s his car—the Ferrari he was racing when Lewis first met him—so Lewis doesn’t have to worry about trace amounts of cocaine left over. Nico pinches his nose and shuts his eyes, and then he crawls back into Lewis’s lap.

Lewis’s fly is still open, his dick damp and recently tucked inside his boxers, and when Nico settles his weight on Lewis’s thighs, his pulse spikes like he could go again given a few minutes and an incentive. It doesn’t help that the inside of the car smells like leather and fuel and Nico’s sea-salty cologne and the sour sweat drying on his own neck. Lewis is hardwired to respond. It’s hardly his fault anymore.

Nico wraps his arms around Lewis’s neck and rakes his fingers across the short hair on the back of Lewis’s skull. He can’t help but groan and tip his head back against the headrest and gaze at Nico through the curtain of hair falling in his eyes, the ends curling delicately on his cheeks. Lewis brushes a strand behind Nico's ear and pulls Nico flush against his chest so he can listen to the arrhythmic hammer of his heart.

It’s pitch black outside the car, and the windows are cold and damp with perspiration. Lewis’s Corvette is parked around the corner, where he abandoned it to congratulate Nico for almost—almost—beating him. Then Nico shoved him against the door, wrangled him inside, gave him sloppy, desperate head before pulling a clear plastic bag out of the back pocket of his jeans.

Lewis leans up for a kiss, cupping Nico’s cheeks to keep him where Lewis needs him. Nico opens his warm, wet mouth to Lewis and sucks on his tongue. It's easy to imagine that Nico’s mouth is a direct line to his bloodstream, and everything intoxicating in him is flowing into Lewis and causing the woozy, lead-limbed sensation that’s been creeping over him. The last time he saw Nico, Nico asked if Lewis wanted to take an edible with him, and Lewis walked directly out of the hotel room and spent half an hour seething in the parking lot. Nico was gone when he went back. He should have taken the fucking edible.

“Stop. Stop it,” Nico says. His palm is on Lewis’s jaw, pushing his head to the side.

Lewis blinks, and Nico’s bright shape resolves in front of him. Nico isn't still kissing him, which is a surprise.

“Slow down for a second,” Nico says. He’s talking like normal, but his pupils are completely blown, irises blacked out. “My mouth is dry. We’re not going to be teenagers about this.”

Lewis swallows. His throat clicks. He sets his hands on Nico’s hips and grips too tightly. It’s good for him, and it’s good for Nico, who needs to be held down sometimes for his own good.

Nico leans off of his lap, twisting so that Lewis can see the curve of his spine through his thin shirt, and pops open the glove compartment to dig around. He comes up with a crumpled pack of menthols that he tosses on the seat, a miniature bottle of whiskey, a silver box that rattles, a string of seashells that might be a necklace, a jagged shard of mirror, and, finally, a plastic water bottle, half empty.

After a long swallow, he licks his lips and offers the bottle to Lewis, dribbling a small amount down his throat. It's tepid and flavorless in a revolting way.

“Here,” Nico says. He screws the cap back onto the water bottle, tosses it on the other seat with the rest of his junk, and seals his lips to Lewis’s again.

#i'm at the point with this verse where i no longer desire to write them fucking i just want them to hold each other tenderly and make out #lewis wants this too but as usual he is violently grappling with everything about nico #street racing cokehead nico #tw drug use #(this should go without saying but i realize i have hardly been using trigger warnings on this blog)

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mihai-florescu · 1 year

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Alkaloid having every member experience oppression and prejudice in some way, one for being indigenous ainu, one a kakure kirishitan, one being from and untouchable class not even recognized as a citizen, and one being a stan twitter user...

#yes yes i know aira's thing is he's 1/4th french but like... thats so minor compared to mayoi not being allowed legal citizenship like...#actually i think it wouldve been more interesting if they had made his grandpa be american and addressed the post ww2 -#american occupation of japan. but i do admit im not well versed in aira lore maybe the french thing is important too #doubt it but yknow #what do i know #or they couldve made his grandpa be another race than white and then that wouldve been so interesting too. i just feel like #there was potential with aira. but i think he ended up having the weakest backstory out of alkakurei #enstars #alkaloid

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