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ranalatus · 2 years

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Sin And Snow

In which you are the Tsaritsa's favorite, and the entirety of Snezhnaya is a movie directed by you.

spoilers - Genshin Impact Webtoon (??)

genre: gore, yandere-ish

characters: fatui harbingers (childe, scaramouche, signora, dottore), tsaritsa, gender-neutral fatui!reader

warnings: mentions of inhumane experiments, gore, blood, manipulation, reader's kinda f-ed up, (if i missed anything please let me know!)

notes: this is an excuse to write Harbinger shenanigans (look they're just in a silly goofy mood okay)

You give a knowing smile to your right, acknowledging the concerningly pale face of your servant

“Melody, fix your face. It would be a shame if your young beauty got permanently ruined because of something so childish.”

The rookie servant, bless her soul, takes a few big gasps, hands covering her mouth from puking up all of the contents in her stomach

A disgustingly loud gulp and she barely manages to stutter. “I.. I shall do as you say, my.. liege.”

You gesture for her to leave, and watch with mild amusement as she stumbles over her own feet, evidently not used to the activities in the Zapolyarny Palace

On the silver platter in front of you lays ten fingers, and if you had two spare palms you'd be able to form two hands. Though it's foolishly obvious that they all came from different people. In the middle of the circle of fingers, lay a dead arctic fox. Blood covering most of it's white fur, blood dripping out of it's eye sockets. Perhaps he gouged them out for Dottore in exchange for goods? You wouldn't know

Nonetheless, an amused chuckle escapes you as you call over your trusted servants. One whom you trusted for her loyalty, and the other whom you trusted for their clear obsession with this game you were playing with the Harbingers

“Vera, fetch my actual dinner from the kitchen. Alouise, hunt something down in return for the pleasant gift Tartaglia offered to me.”

The two bow, murmuring the words “as you wish, my liege” with contrasting tones, before you're left alone with the harsh biting cold of the room

You hum in contemplation before a Cheshire grin makes its way on your face

“Shall I pay my lovely Tsaritsa a visit?”

. . .

The next day, you laugh innerly at the concealed rage of the Harbingers

You sat in the Tsaritsa's lap burried with fluffy fur coats, playing with the strands of her white hair as if they were nothing but yarn. Her cold hand, even with the thickest of gloves, gently caresses your back, sending shivers up your spine with each touch

Oh at times like this you felt like the whole of Snezhnaya is wrapped around your finger, what with most of it's people and the Tsaritsa herself adoring your presence

You smile knowing that even though Childe felt the the overwhelming urge to watch you bleed, to paint your room with the blood he'd come to crave, to want with an extremely unhealthy desire, he couldn't even prick your finger himself. You had his weakness in your hands, playing him like a fiddle. Your visit to his hometown was a success to your plans, you'd gotten his family's trust and admiration even easier than you expected. And it absolutely enraged him

You laugh knowing how annoyed Scaramouche is. That despite not even knowing his true nature, you still had the power to discourage people's fear of him, to turn him into nothing but a jester, a laughing stock by his very own goddamn subordinates

You hold the strings of the Tsaritsa's favor to Signora, constantly reminding her how easy it would be to throw her into the fire at a single cry of “witch!” the second she disobeys you. The second she forgets who gave her the confidence and reassurance needed to provide the gnoses to the Tsaritsa

You can easily wipe out Dottore's power and influence over Mondstadt with just a snap of your fingers. All his inhumane experiments and ungodly ideals being used against him, not in an act of heroic-ness, oh definitely not. You just absolutely adore how uncomfortable he is under your gaze, knowing the debt Mondstadt has for the Fatui, for Dottore, could easily be handed over to you and you alone. You delight in knowing that the only reason you haven't done it yet is because of the fact that he's obeying you oh so well these days

Really, playing with these Harbingers are way too easy. You bit your lip to stiffle a giggle, melting further into Her Highness' embrace, purposefully toying with the gem necklace you made her, the one sitting on her collarbone everyday

You remind every single one of these fools everyday about who's truly in power here

And you watch with bliss as their eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when in front of them they see various body parts of the people who they thought worked for the palace. Spies

The Tsaritsa praises you for your sharpness, gentle, cold hands cupping your face with nothing but love. Something everyone thought she'd run out of

Something reserved only for you

Yes, you gleefully enjoy the half enraged, half obsessed looks the people in the hall gave you as once again, you pull the strings of the play known as Snezhnaya in your very hands

— i miss Signora :(

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savysavannah · 3 years

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Practice Challenge one: Part One

Beginnings:

“Fuck!” I yelled and slammed my hands against the steering wheel. This wasn’t the first time I’d had a total mental breakdown in the dim lighting of the courthouse parking lot, and it sure wasn’t gonna be the last. This case was rigged from the get-go, Mr. Dean esquire was always there against me, swaying the jury with his charismatic personality and his masculine gender. Not to mention it was a jury which he decided to leave fully as white men, his fellow groupies against my defendant, a woman of color who defended herself against her abuser who came at her with a gun.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Opening them I saw Dean sashaying to his car. I considered putting my own in reverse and waiting until he just walked by, then bye bye Dean. Deciding that it wouldn’t be worth the cost of defending myself I waited until after he’d passed to pull out and start to drive to Illean Private University. I was an attorney coach for a Mock Trial team and of course, had to encourage these kiddos that law was the best career and it would really be fulfilling to help people. Driving past the Greek life houses I couldn’t help but smile thinking of happier times. Chugging shitty beer, dressed like a total slut and not giving one single fuck.

After an hour or two of bullshitting some kids and reminding them to object when someone playing a witness says “well I heard the defendant say he was mad at the victim so he must have killed her.” I drove on my way home.

“Incoming call from Uncle Dipshit'' said my car, continuing the never ending day that is my life.

“What?”

“Hey little Savy-Hannah, I’m in a bit of a bind and need some help.”

“What was it? Cocaine? Meth? Or did you finally snap and get caught with heroin.”

“Come on, Savannah, why would you just assume that, can’t I call my one and only niece because I wanna talk to her?”

“At 11pm? Friday night? Bullshit.”

“.......fine Sav-”

“Fuck you, I’m not doing probono work for you anymore. Get your shit together or get the fuck out of our lives.”

Taking a turn away from my apartment I started to head for Lux, my old usual club. I hadn’t gone in awhile but right now I needed to get absolutely shitfaced. 8 shots and 2 waters later I was grinding up against some strangers to Kesha’s “Die Young”, a classic. Suddenly I heard an all too familiar voice, “Savannah!”

My brother. Specifically, my oldest brother, Dan. He danced his way over to me of course being in this scene and grabbed my wrist. “Wha-u wan dan?” I slurred and kept jumping to the song.

“I was worried about you, Ricky called and said you were acting weird.”

“Weird!" I laughed throwing my head back "Because I wouldn’t clean up his shit for once!” I screamed over the music before he pulled me out of the club by the wrist. As soon as the cool air hit my cheeks I leaned my head back and looked up at the sky.

“I wish I was a star." I mumbled seeing the shimmering lights above us before suddenly leaning forward and hurling all over the cement. Probably a usual occurrence for Lux but I still felt bad. Dan rolled down the windows of my car as he drove me home, I stuck my head out of it for the breeze to feel the air in my lungs.

“How’d you find me?” I mumbled, still not fully back to myself.

“We all have eachothers phone locations, remember? You insisted on it like a year ago after you interned on that kidnapping case.” He sighed as we drove up the familiar road home.

“You’re really a mess you know that?” He asked. It's not like he was much better….well, he was but it's not like I'm our brother Danny. At least I made something of myself. Didn't get handed my career and a wife on a silver platter. Or like Daniel who was still so far back into the closet that we really aren't sure if he'll ever come out, even though our family would be more than accepting of him.

I was tempted to defend myself but stopped, “I know, I just need a win."

The next morning Dan was sleeping on my couch and I was on the living room floor. “You couldn’t have carried me to bed?” I mumbled through a yawn.

“You’re the dumbass who got white girl wasted and said you were too tired to walk to your room.”

“What time is it?” I mumbled and went to find my phone despite the world swaying as I crawled to my purse.

He lifted his arm up to look at his watch, “Like 8:00am chill out.” He groaned.

“HOLY FUCK 8?” I flinched at the loudness of my own voice. I was normally up at six, two hours slept in, what’s today it’s a wednesday. ‘What was I supposed to do today? No clients in court today, so that’s good. Okay so I suppose I have to? Paperwork?’

I sighed, “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t have court today.” Stumbling up I ran to my room to change out of yesterday's clothes, splash some water on my face and get on the move.

"Lucky? I'm the one who got your ass home at all!" He yelled back from the living room as I slipped into a different skirt. Shirt could stay the same, just a plain white shell no one would notice. But skirt absolutely not. I grabbed a pair of earrings and a bag of makeup wipes and rushed past Dan.

"Fine sorry love ya. Family dinner on saturday right?" I hurried as I slung a purse over my shoulder.

"You got it." He replied.

"Uh, stay awhile have breakfast if you want. I've got bagels and eggs. Just lock up when you leave." I remembered finally to be polite as he stretched getting up from the sofa.

The office was busy and loud as usual. I tried to smile and act like I wasn't hungover as holy hell while I walked to my desk.

There was someone new taking a desk near me too. Lanky guy probably straight out of law school too. I sized him up for a moment before nearly catching his eye but going back to my work.

It wasn't till lunch that I had to actually deal with another human when I ran into Mr. Asshole-dean.

"Ms. Mars?" He said as he tapped my shoulder in line at the starbucks near the courthouse.

I turned but knew his voice right away, "Mr. Dean?" I replied wondering why he was bothering me. He seemed to catch my cold tone.

"What, rough night? Does suck the night you lose the case but don't worry. You'll get better at losing, can't win em all."

I would like to get an extra extra hot- you know what make it just a cup of fucking lava to poor on this jackass. I smiled, "Thanks! I'm sure it didn't take you long to get used to it." I gave a passive aggressive smile and looked down to my watch.

"Listen, Mars, I know we're opposing counsel but I don't mean any harm by it. I think we could be great friends if you'd give it a shot. I mean I'm sure we both hate our jo-"

"Hi I'd like a venti mocha!" I ordered cutting him off the scurried back to my car.

I had a few hours before I actually had a meeting. It was just to speak with a judge over a custody case between a homophobic mother and two "really good friends" one of who was the father of the child in question. There was a chance it could turn into a serious case, the mom was wealthy and if she got too displeased she could probably turn it into a civil suit on the grounds of the father being gay. But it wasn't likely she'd take the time. She was only really fighting for custody to use their kid as a weapon in the divorce.

I drove home with my coffee deciding I wanted to Pad Thai leftovers I had as comfort/hangover/please-god-dont-make-me-live-another-day food.

Daniel was sitting on my couch when I walked in. "Can you not just walk into my house? Dan may have forgotten to lock it but that's no reason for you to just waltz in here!" I yelled as I dropped my purse and walked up to him.

"Is that my mail?" I huffed and snatched my letters from him. It was just junk mail but he still had no right to be so intrusive.

He looked up at me with a slight glare, "I know what you did and I'm gonna get you back for it." And as quickly as he came he scurried out.

Ringing up Dan I tapped my foot on the ground, "You forgot to lock the door!" I yelled into the phone.

"Oh shit my bad. You okay?" He asked.

"Yes, but Daniel was just here. All pissed over something." I grumbled and walked to the fridge to get out my leftovers.

"Any idea of what?" He asked.

"No clue." I answered.

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“No, don’t call anyone. Listen, they record everything but our conversations for confidentiality, if you call someone it’s possible that they might somehow be involved and we don’t want prosecution to get that- understand?” I hated explaining the basics to my clients, but those dumbassses would sign their own sentences if they didn’t know any better.

I walked up to the courthouse, in one hand I had my phone, the other a black coffee from the starbucks across the street, my work back slung over my shoulder and threatened to slide lower onto my arm. As I turned the corner I was suddenly burning with hot coffee against my chest and a stranger staring down at me as I had run right into him,

“FUCK!” I yelled as I stepped back. My heel slipped in a crack on the sidewalk, the top of it snapping it too causing me to fall back, my head hitting the hard concrete.

When I opened my eyes again he was standing over me. It was the new guy who sat across from me. "Don't worry I called an ambulance." He assured. I was going to sit up but as I pieced the situation together I realized I was no longer wearing a shirt. Instead I had his blazer placed over my top. I assume because of the burning coffee which would have been sitting on my torso had he not.

He rode in the ambulance to the hospital. We sat in awkward silence as I tried to figure out his angle. Was he afraid I'd sue. I was the one who bumped into him. Did he wanna ask me questions about our workplace. It'd been a month or so since he'd arrived though so that wouldn't make sense.

He sat next to me at the hospital and was still there when the doctor told me it was a light concussion and a small burn. He sighed, finally not seeming like a stiff board for a moment. Maybe he was scared I'd sue. I turned to him in the hospital bed when we had a moment alone.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He blushed and looked down mumbling a bit as he said "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I wouldn't be able to work anyways till I knew." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why? I'm the one that bumped into you?" I asked.

He was about to respond when the brigade of brothers came in. He seemed startled at all the sudden male energy in the room. "Ah, these are my brothers Dan, Danny, and Daniel. Daniel is a family name." I added the common addition when introducing them to anyone.

He stood up and shook Dan's hand firmly "Nicholas Lamia." He said. I realized then that I also didn't know his name. Danny started to get suspicious as he looked at him with antagonizing eyes.

"How do you know our sister?" He asked. Nicholas flushed again and tried to find words for a moment.

"We work together. He's the one who called the ambulance." Daniel set a balloon down next to me that he'd gotten at the gift shop.

We hadn't really spoken since his home break in. I still don't know what that was about. But he's been suspicious since. Once they released me Nicholas went on his way and the Mars siblings stood on the sidewalk and considered where to go.

"Should we get sushi? It's been a moment since we hung out without mom and dad." Dan suggested leading the conversation.

"Hmm, works for me. Samantha's out of town for work." Danny chimed in.

I sighed thinking about all the work I still had to do. But it had been a minute since we hung out for fun, and cucumber rolls wouldn't be too bad right about now. "Sure I'm in." I replied.

"You?" Danny asked Daniel.

He mumbled for a moment with the same guilty look, "no, I don't th-"

Suddenly Danny got him in a headlock, "come on even Savy agreed and she'd rather eat shit than waste time." He joked. I rolled my eyes and we all piled into Dan's car.

The waitress led us up to a small booth towards the back. At first I was going to sit next to Daniel but the blaring TV would send me down a spiral. There was a government program on and as soon as that shit for an heir came on I'd be fuming about how we're leaving the lives of multiple disadvantaged people to a boy who did body shots off a Delta Nu on a thursday night. I wasn’t exactly sure if that story was true, but it wouldn’t surprise me based off of what I’d seen from more credible sources than Lucy in the room down that hall at the sorority house who was gushing about how she wished it could be her. Prince Eaton went to the University of Labrador with us and she was hopeful that he would do it but sadly, no.

Dan saw my eyes lingering on the TV and switched sides of the booth with me. We were just about finished and considering desert when I began to notice the glances and smirks. I wiped with a napkin thinking maybe I had some rice on my face, but they continued nonetheless. It wasn’t like creepy guys smirking either, it was everyone. The air felt different and Daniel looked like he was going to be sick. “What?” I asked as he opened his mouth.

It looked like he was about to say something but couldn’t find the words. Dan opened to speak too, “Savannah, we didn’t think you’d ge-”

“Oh my gosh congratulations on being selected! Would you like a desert? Everything is on the house of course!” The waitress smiled.

I looked up at her as if she were speaking German. “Congratulations on what?” I asked.

“On being selected! They were just announced, are you so excited? Could I also get a photo by any chance! The next queen of Illea could be sitting at my booth!” She cheered.

The world slowed as my mind raced selected? Like The selection selected? I didn’t apply? I didn’t want to apply? How did I even get entered? What did Daniel want to tell me? Did Daniel do this? Was this his revenge for what?

I snapped out of it as Dan called my name. “I’m sorry. I have to step out for a moment.” I said and grabbed my purse running out of the restaurant, feeling everyone watching me. I walked to the side of the building and pressed my back against the cold brick panting. I crumbled inwards as my brothers ran over to me. I took a deep breath in,

“I don’t”

another breath

“understand.”

Suddenly a man with a long lens camera appeared. How did that happen so fast? How did he know what she looked like? Stupid your Savannah Mars it’s not like you’re a nobody your grandpa runs the largest candy company in the world.

“Can you back off?” I heard Dan ask him.

He kept ignoring Dan entirely, that is till Dan pushed his camera out of focus. “What the fuck man? Chill.” The creep said and went to shove Dan. Level headed Dan of course responded by punching him in the face.

We all piled into his car and drove to my house. I sat in the car ride silent and waited for someone to speak. No one did but Daniel still looked like he was going to throw up. We all sat on the sofa in continued silence. Only Dan spoke to offer everyone water.

No one said yes to it but a cup appeared in front of each of us anyways, always the responsible older brother.

I inhaled then finally said, “I’m not mad. I just want to know why?” and looked at Daniel. It was clear by now that he was the culprit.

He sat there in silence, his lip whimpering like he wanted to cry. Like he wanted to cry? If anyone’s going to cry it should be me. Suddenly I lunged at him to get in a hit. Only Danny’s arm stopped mine from smashing into his face.

“Why?” I yelled.

“I thought you made a gay dating profile for me.” He whimpered.

“What?” I asked, even more confused than before.

Dan spoke up, “Danny made a gay dating profile for him to try and give him a little push. When he got mad he said it was you who did it.”

“I just saw the letter sitting there and it seemed like the perfect way to get back at you for meddling in my love life. I was just gonna taunt you with submitting it, then Dan told me it was Danny but he said you wouldn’t get in and you’d just never know.” Daniel explained.

“Well, statistically speaking you shouldn’t have.” He defended. My anger shifted to the brother holding me back. If Danny had teased Daniel about his sexuality none of this would have happened. But I couldn’t do anything with him still holding my wrist.

I stood from the sofa and the brothers stood as well. “I’m going to go get changed.” The second they relaxed I turned and charged at Danny. “You fucking bitch!” I yelled and started to pull at his hair. He didn’t fight back but Daniel panicked and Dan rushed over. I was yanked off of him before I could make any real damage but he did look hurt enough.

“How could you! Just minding your own fucking business could have avoided this whole thing! And Daniel!” I yelled and turned. “Don’t fucking get vengeance especially not without communicating!”

The phone started to ring. It was probably about the selection. I huffed over ready to say, “Hi, yes this is Savannah Mars. No, I would not like to participate, please pull someone else.” But as I picked up the phone I realized something. Daniel would have had to forge my signature. In order to apply for me he had to sign a contract. If I say I want out I would have to prove I didn’t agree to begin with. That would mean proving the false signature. Which is by the way, illegal.

I sighed, held the phone to my ear. “Yes this is she. I’m so excited to be selected and am more than happy to discuss a time for you to send your people over.”

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flightofaqrow · 4 years

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Send 🌟 for lines of your writing that I enjoy a lot!

There’s probably a billion more that I could toss in here, but I’m pulling stuff that immediately jump to mind from my favorite threads, and what I can peep doing an archive skim. I’ll probably miss ones I really adored at the time IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO PICK WITH YOU OKAY.

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Speaks lots about his character that he would drink it dry over mixed. A concoction often mixed with water for its taste. Something you sip, not drown yourself in.

And Qrow drowns.

He drowns himself in everything that he consumes. From the busted pack of cheap Parliaments in his pants pocket to the oxygen that he breathes. Knows no such thing as self-control. The one variable in his life that he seeks to restrain forever flowing freely from his fingertips. Feels the glass slip from his grasp and its only luck that he catches it before it clatters onto the counter.

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Wracked with guilt, Qrow pushes himself away from the counter onto shaky feet to look the other properly. Ozpin only taller by a few inches. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, wet with booze and now tears that fell unprompted. The death of many weighing heavily on his conscious.

“I’m so… stupid,” Qrow breathed out finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence that fell between them.

“Everyone said not to, and I did.” A bitter laugh and Qrow’s face is all but happy. Twisted up in sadness and sorrow as he looked the other with pleading eyes.

“I gave you everything,” He breathed out, voice barely audible, “And you couldn’t give me the truth.”

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PLAY ALONG for now, mister.

Nothing more needed to be said as a warm body cozies up against his side, Qrow only mere seconds away from downing his third shot of Scotch. Sets the glass back down and he knows a trap when he sees one. Knows when a game is being played, having been one who played such games when he was younger, before Beacon.

A ploy harder to keep with age.

And age shows well on Qrow. It’s the weapon secured on the small of his black and the title he’s earned for himself that makes playing hard. He’s not as cute or coy about it anymore. Too well seasoned and trained for cheap party tricks. Secures information in more adult manner now.

A smirk graces plush lips as she leaned in, the smell of cheap perfume tickling his senses. Hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her forward and around, so she was trapped between him and the counter of the bar itself.

“Say no more, doll.”

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He’s hunched over the edge of a crate in the middle of a fucking alleyway in Mantle during a patrol. Clover the unfortunate sap stuck to tend to the huntsman in his current nauseated state of being. Withdrawal symptoms hitting him at the worse possible time and all he wants is for it to end.

A moment of peace in his life devoid of pain and suffering. He wants to breathe and be at ease. No fear of his semblance and what harm it could bring. No fear of being hurt and left behind to die. Could count the times he’s been left behind by the tribe to waste away. Liquor his saving grace from his misery.

Numbed the hurt and gave him something better to feel in return.

This, this was not better. This was miserable and god awful. This needed to end right now and all Qrow wants to do right now is to bitch and gripe about it. Shoves the hand reaching out to smooth his hair back away as he hurled once more.

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There’s a clench of his stomach in response. Empty. The idea of eating is unappealing to the Branwen however. The body wants, but Qrow does not feel the urge to feed it. Craving for liquor and basic necessities all merged into one, he can’t quite tell the difference anymore.

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HE’S QUICK. He has to be. Doesn’t have muscles oozing off of him like every other huntsman he knows. No where like anyone else in the tribe. Qrow is all speed and skill. A natural talent honed in on to make up for the everything that follows him. He over compensates for being a bad luck charm. The movement is fluid. A smooth transition, from running up on the Grimm, the fall of his footsteps quiet and controlled, to the extension of Harbinger. Qrow pirouettes from first position to second and swings down into third. Harbinger’s blade slicing clean through with each transition as he comes into place in front of Clover. Stops mere inches from slicing the other in half with his scythe. Cool metal starring dangerously into the face of the other.

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[ THIS IS A PLACEHOLDER FOR ONE I CAN’T FIND. THERE WAS AN AWESOME METAPHOR/TURN OF PHRASE WITH CLOVER AND CARDS AND I THINK A BLACKJACK REFERENCE AND FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CANNOT FIND IT!!! I liked it so much I read it out loud to my husband oh my god I’m so mad I don’t remember when it was... ]

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I won’t copy/post nsfw stuff, it might even be weird to mention it but uuhhhhhh THIS WHOLE ANSWER

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It’s like kissing ink on paper, bitter with a touch of something else underneath. Meant to stain and leave an impression.

[ oddly enough the first half of the imagery with these lines kind of had a disconnect for me, because while I appreciated the hell out of the reference I couldn’t see why black coffee would need to be shaken OR stirred, so I wasn’t exactly sure what was being communicated. THE INK METAPHOR HIT ME HARD THO. especially with the concept of it being a layered thing. ]

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[JUST INSERT THE ENTIRE F’ING THREAD WITH STAT’S RAVEN OKAY. BUT UGH I GUESS I’LL PICK SOME]

Free them all from the burden of carving out their hearts and stabbing it into the trees of the woods where it can be maimed and torn apart by the very same creatures they hunt.

They’ve fought many times before and now should be no different to rekindle their love for one another. What she did hurts, but nothing hurts more than having a part of him forcibly torn away. To see her suffering further than he can feel from afar.

They’ve wounded each other enough as it is. Not a part of them scratch free. Their blades permanently carved into one another. Said things neither one of them truly meant and felt nothing, but each other’s pain in return. Tears shed from both twins, strong and overwhelmed with the emotional force combined by both parties.

Reaches out the only way he knows how, by baring himself whole. Put his emotions on display in it’s rawest form. Knows nothing else, but how to be honest. Tells her with little words that he still feels everything that she feels, if not more that she ever could. “I’m here, Raven.”

A hive abandoned by it’s own Queen is destined to die. Wither away blindly completing tasks with no end-goal.

He tightens his grip around her hand, rings pressing into the other’s skin. Only then is he mindful of how tight it exactly gotten. Something akin to fear in his hold. Like if he doesn’t take this, take all of it, she’ll slip away from him again and he’ll be here. Standing alone in the rain with an empty hand reminiscent of warmth he craves. Warmth that could only be fulfilled by her.

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[ I should actually do some of OURS huh... lmao]

No, Qrow offers himself up on a silver platter. Highlights his best features and puts it on display with the intention of captivating anyone who inched too close.

His next drink is lined up and Qrow circles the rim with his index finger. Feels the welcoming warmth of intoxication slowly begun to consume him. Combs through his hair with a level of familiarity and comfort he’s grown far too accustomed with. Beckons him to coo in delight at the sensation.

This conversation is far too convoluted to keep his interest. There is both nothing and everything going on at the same time and Qrow has little interest in thinking. If he was looking for a chat, he would have reported back to Ozpin hours ago. He would have followed through with his meeting with James, but he has done none and neither of these things.

He smiled as Briar laced their hand together, swinging their arms back and forth as they walked the streets of Mantle post-drinking spurge. Wherever it is their feet leads them is wherever they will go for the night. It doesn’t matter as long as she’s by his side.

Sweet is the first word to come to mind at such a brazen promise being bestowed upon him. Briar is sweet. How could she not be? Gentle in nature with consideration tucked under her belt. A dosage of sugar and spice he never knew he needed in his life. She is fun and a blast in the wake of his somber lifestyle.

Makes a request for rum and ginger ale, something sweet to satisfy his tongue. Far too odd for him to simply order whiskey on the rocks in a club. A drink meant for isolation, not mingling.

He pulls back and Qrow brushed at her shoulder with his hands to get rid of everything that left him. Disgusting as it is. Small smile on his lips as nervous laughter follows next. Doesn’t know what to do with himself as he stood there awkwardly, drenched to the bone in Briar’s apartment. “Hey,” he tried, “I’m back.” What else can he say after all that? The moment gone and Qrow more than ready to move on like it never happened.

It’s Briar! Qrow LOVES Briar. Qrow loves Briar except for when Briar is being the most Briar she can be and this, long pointed finger in his face as vermilion eyes narrowed at the sight of painted nails mere inches away from his nose as he drank is the least version of Briar he liked. Briar with a point.

The people outside the tribe far too fragile about their precious masculinity and feminity. Whereas Qrow could not care about these gender norms they aspire to. He sees a pretty outfit. He wants to wear it. It’s as simple as that.

OKAY ITS BEEN HOURS I NEED TO STOP AND MOVE ON BUT I COULD CONTINUE FOR MORE HOURS. I WANTED TO PUT SOME SIENNA ON HERE TOO BUT THIS IS SO LONG ALREADY SEND FROM THAT BLOG IF U WANT IT I GUESS. OKAY. ILU BEST BITCHHH

#infortunii #* behind closed doors = ooc *#* hey i got a tip for ya = meme response *#warning this is long af #my love for risa's writing knows no bounds

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HEY HENS ! my name’s nat & today i present to you the one, the only ... ms florence ! under the cut you’ll find a few bits & pieces i’ve come up w/ so far just so ... u kno ... we can plot or whateva 😏😏😏so if u want me to shower you w/ love, feel free to drop a big, fat LIKE or im me 😏😏😏also ... if u read this thru u will notice that ... i gave up somewhere in the middle of it ...

new york’s very own 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐃 was spotted on broadway street in 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐁𝐒 . your resemblance to 𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐘 is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 - 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 , but also 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 . i guess being a 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 , 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐄 - 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 - 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄 . ( i seduced the director to get my first big movie role. ) & ( cis-gendered female & she / her )

𝐢. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬

name : florence noel brassard

dob / age : may 22nd, 1996 / twenty - two

hometown : paris , france

occupation : actress

aesthetics : pearl necklaces , femme-fatale movies , half-used bottles of perfume , lavender bouquets & satin sheets

positive traits : nurturing , logical , self-motivated , thoughtful

negative traits : vengeful , scornful , two-faced , devious

likes : morning runs , feeling accomplished , freckles , seltzer water , blueberry yogurt , random picnics

dislikes : not getting attention , impulsive decisions , being late , not taking care of herself , mess all over the place , loud voices

𝐢𝐢. 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

baby florence was born & raised in new york city and was immediately thrown into the world of luxury - there literally was no other outcome when your parents appeared to be, like, one of the most powerful couple in the fashion industry, owning a huge chunk of loewe, lv, berluti and etc (so basically think like antoine arnault & natalia vodianova as her parents ... thnx xxxx)

with everything being handed to the girl on a silver platter, flo’s childhood was as boring as it could be. ‘ want to attend ballet classes? we’ll arrange private ones for you with the nycb principals.’ / ‘ can’t find a dress for the event we’re throwing? here’s five custom gowns to choose from, honey. ’ / ‘ there’s a scratch on your shoes; here’s a credit card, go buy yourself three new pairs. ’ / so, basically, tl;dr, they spoiled her ROTTEN

not gonna like, flo had a phase of being a bratty, greedy & ungrateful bih at the age of 13-15 because of the people she surrounded herself with & in order to fit in, she had to have like the best of the best. tho it wasn’t like she hadn’t had any of those things already - she just started taking advantage of her parents’ generosity. it took cutting her allowance down to the minimum for a few months and a few serious conversations to get a confession out of florence and to get her to understand that people should consider your their friends for your personality and not your bank account. so basICALLY she loves her parents v v v much & treasures the relationship they built over the years.

by the time she finished high school, she was v much set on the idea of creating a name for herself. starting a business wasn’t an option bc of how influential her parents were; sports weren’t an option either bc she didn’t have any exceptional talents (fun fact: she tried out for the cheerleading team for 3 yrs in a row only to not make the cut every single time which led to her crying at lunch ... ): #poorbby). being an influencer didn’t sound right to her either, so she went with the option that probably fit her the most - the julliard !

it was quite hard getting in there, mostly due to the fact that people there didn’t exactly understand why florence wanted to get into acting. it wasn’t like she needed any additional buzz to her name or more a-list events to be in attendance of, so she did have to prove that she was noth talented & sincerely interested in pursuing the career. however, it wasn’t the hardest thing she had to do to actually become the person she is today.

studying at the julliard wasn’t enough bc it didn’t make it any easier for flo to get a role. she tried her absolute damndest, used every connection she had -- yet, nothing was working. & since going to her papa for her was in no way, shape or form an option, she resorted to the worst.

bc she knew her mother was always in charge of organizing charity galas and whatnot, florence made sure to check out a list of invitees and, much to her sheer luck, she found a few familiar names of actresses and directors who rsvp’d to the event already. the night of the gala was spent with florence circling the room, looking and acting as gorgeous and charming as ever, but nothing seemed to be working bc everyone were either uninterested or just wanted her to get their name to her parents (& that wasn’t an option). however, at the end of the night she found the one. the one who lit up her star.

she didn’t go into it without thinking all of her options. she spent weeks flitring w/ the guy, going on dates and accepting gifts - everything to make it seem as if she was truly interested in him as a person. she laughed at his jokes, enjoyed his embraces - at some point, she even felt as if she could actually end up loving him. however, the moment he offered her the role of her life (plS one day i’ll actually properly headcanon that ish ... but not rn i proMISE!), whatever feelings (or whatever resembled them ...) immediately vanished.

so ! currently bby florence is basking in the newfound limelight and making sure to move further in her career... without having to resort to seducing middle-aged dudes... :-)

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

florence, like i said, isn’t exactly a multi-talented skinny legend. yea, she’s decent at skating, somewhat good at singing, is quite beautiful - nothing out of the ordinary, hence why she sometimes struggles with her confidence. and by sometimes i mean A LOT of times. but if u think she’d ever show it U R SO WRONG BABE. usually whenever she falls into her self-called pit of uncertainty and lack of confidence, florence resorts to dressing up as nicely as she can and going to the first bar that comes to her head to get a drink and attract as much attention as she can.

she also finds comfort in cooking. sure, with her daddy’s money she could eat out for breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything in between, but there’s something incredibly comforting in taking the time to cook something for herself. besides, she is very fond of the memories of her mother teaching her how to cook. and the times they’ve accidentally burned the food bc they were too busy talking abt random things :’) like bby can actually make a MEAN kedgeree !!!

since her father is french and her mother is american, florence is bilingual. she prefers speaking french over english purely bc of the beauty of the language, so sometimes she might just switch languages mid-sentence.

florence is also ambidextrous due to the fact that she broke her arm when she was 7 and had to wear a cast for a longer period of time since the bones couldn’t heal properly :-)

also ... v much a dog person. like, cats? EW, don’t talk to her. don’t even think of calling her KITTEN bc u will ... get ur ass handed to u

always and i mean ALWAYS !!!! wears a pearl necklace on her neck that her father gave her for her 18th birthday. and just hella obsessed w/ pearls and flowers. iDK why she just is ...

𝐢𝐯. 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

obv !!! a best friend ? like, that typical ride-or-die situation where they wouldn’t hesitate to catch the bullet for the other person

maybe a friend / some friends from high school ? either they were the ones pressuring flo to take advantage of finer things and daddy’s money or ... flo could have left them for those ppl

a rival ... who had their eyes on the role florence landed ... and now there’s just a ton of anger and distaste towards each other

exes / one night stands / flirtations ... :-)

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itbe-jess · 5 years

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His Amazing Fantasies (A MCU origin story)

Chapter 1

Like costume superheroes? Confidentially, sometimes we in the comic mag business refer to them as "weirdos in tights," or "long underwear characters." However, not all heroes run around in their underoos. Some of them go out fighting crime while donning a shiny suit of armor, or just their average, comfy civvies. You've seen them all: Big, glamorous, bold figures in their adult years, handling adult responsibilities like it's no problem. And, as you know, they're about a dime a dozen! But, we think you may find our Spider-Man just a bit... ...different.

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[*December 4th, 2015*]

"Keep crying, little virgin!"

That was the roar of Carl King, the most toughest and feared kid in the 8th grade, and possibly the whole middle school. Although his body wasn't well-shaped, this boy collected the strength of a level one boxing champion. He could have any girl he ever wanted. He could have any friend he wanted. Carl was dominant of the school grounds. Lord have mercy for whatever crook who tries to cross his path. Oh, but the story isn't about him, nor is he the protagonist of our tale. This is really the tale of a boy named Peter Parker.

Wimpy, weak, short, geeky, scrawny, doormat, glasses-wearing Peter Parker. The one who didn't know how to make himself friends, and isn't the most masculine fella you've ever seen. Right now at this moment, he is tied to a goal post, shedding tears of pain, while Carl flung footballs straight at him. His backup men were laughing out of amusement. One was recording the show on his phone, without regarding how poor Peter would feel. While putting him through this pain ride, they'd laugh at him, taunt, and even bring his uncle into it. Carl had a knack for tormenting the weak, pint-sized, girly men for his own pleasure. Of all boys he's taken a crack at, he was Peter Parker's "biggest fan."

That's not all he's done to Puny Parker. He'd take food off of his tray whenever he was still hungry. Him and the gang would steal his clothes before he gets out of the gym shower, just for laughs. He would give Peter a beating for failing to help him ace a grade he's been aiming for. His torture towards Peter wasn't just physical, but emotional as well. He degrades Peter for being non-masculine, being a Star Wars nerd, respecting minorities, and having an uncle that looks like "the guy from Sea Biscuit and Great Gatsby." He laughs, and the school laughs with him. Peter restraints himself from fighting back. He knows he'd never stand a chance. The principal has done nothing to stop this because of the old slogan, "boys will be boys."

Nobody wants to take a walk in Peter's shoes. He was not the best at conversation starters. He had trouble talking to girls, or any gender for that matter. Boys would throw insults at him, including some inappropriate slurs. He wasn't a favorite to just about almost everyone in the 8th grade, due to being too smart for his own good. Peter never had any friends. Not because other teenagers can be unwittingly so cruel to the young man, but because Peter is too timid to jump at that chance. Poor boy lacked the confidence. Well, he had an online friend named "Harry Osborn." If only he could hear from him again after a year.

"Sally... Hey. Ya know, there's this new Star Wars film out-" "Oh my god, Parker, are you trying to ask me on a date? This better not be a date! I don't wanna be seen anywhere with you!" "Uhhhhh... No. I was just letting you know that there's this new Star Wars film out, called the Force Awakens. It received quite positive." "And you think I would be interested in some nerdy little kids movie because...?" "I'll-I'll leave now. Sorry for troubling you. (And it’s not just for kids)"

The kids all giggle as you walk by They're making faces, they catch your eye You ignore the things they do Hide the pain you're going through You're hiding well You're hiding well

No ones got a crush on Peter No one wants him on their team Kids can be cruel, when the kid isn't cool No ones got a crush on Peter No ones got a crush on Peter

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After a hard day of school, he finds himself some relief when he gets home. The caring presence of his Uncle and Aunt. As soon as he walked in through that door, he was greeted by a friendly tackle, followed by a noogie, from none other than Uncle Ben himself. It was one of his most loving greetings during every Friday, since that is the day of his day off. Ben just can't wait to see his favorite nephew again.

"How was school for you, old champ?" "Not this again. Doing fine as always, Uncle Ben! Now let go!" "Ohhhhhh, you can do better than that, Pete-O!" "Aunt May!"

Boy, have they been good to him. When his parents had died, just about the time he was too young to remember what they looked like, Ben and May took him in and did whatever they could to be the caring family every child deserves. They made sure he was happy, and they also made sure he wasn't spoiled. Though they didn't have that much money, they sacrificed everything to get Peter where he is now. He was smart then, and he's much smarter today. It'll only be a matter of time when he passes the exam that will enroll him into Midtown High, a school for intellectuals like him. Ben and May gave him company when he needed it. They comforted him whenever he was feeling down. They treated him like he was valid, no matter what other kids thought of him.

After shaking off the shenanigans back there, Peter went up to his bedroom to put away his school things. In his room, there were posters of the Avengers, merchandise, and he even kept the old ridiculous toy helmet he wore when he was nine. Peter had his first encounter with Ironman when he was wearing that helmet, and he kept it ever since. He sat down on his bed, and looked through the news on his phone, just to find any current events happening with the lovable hero alliance. He admired them so much. In fact, he wanted to be just like them. It was a dream he had since he was very young, and it still sticks to him to this day.

He didn't want to be a big, broke loser anymore. Not some guy who just lets everybody walk all over him, forced to take a punch from Carl every day. No, he wanted to be out there standing in the spotlight. He wanted to be a part of something big. It wasn't the whole heroics that interested him, but the fame, the popularity, and the powers. Anyone who's ever made fun of him would bow before him. If he possessed strength greater than the Hulk, Carl would think twice before coming at the nerd. Imagine flying through the air, lots of sight to see, with the wind in your face. Or he doesn't have to have powers. He could be a high tech inventor like Tony Stark, and possibly equip his own suit of armor, with plenty of weapons. He'd wear it everywhere. Working with the Avengers meant big money, all for the taking. he could repay his aunt and uncle for sacrificing everything they did to get him started.

Unfortunately, for young Peter, those will always be dreams. It would take some miracle to join the Avengers. Or at least be gifted with a special talent that would get him in. He can't turn into a jolly green giant, conjure up voodoo spells, or wield a shield. Worst, him and his family need the money more badly than you think. Both May and Ben are working part time jobs. He hardly sees them anymore. They don't spend time together like they used to. They're making the most of it, never having time for themselves. They deserve better than that. If he can't be an Avenger, he could always work for Tony Stark, if that'll ever be possible. The job would pay well, and he'd still get some recognition. He'd give his soul just to have a short conversation with Mr. Stark.

"Peter, dinner's ready! I know you'd never wanna miss out on Friday takeout night!" "Heh. What's on the menu?" "Hope you're craving Filipino barbecue!" "(Actually, I was craving pizza.) Be there in a sec, Uncle Ben!"

Square boy You gotta get cool, get cool Square boy You gotta get cool Square boy You gotta get cool, get cool Square boy You gotta get cool

Peter was a boy An average, all American, US male Mindin' his own business in this crazy world But the world wouldn't leave well enough alone Alone, alone, alone

He had some problems with the girls He didn't quiet know how to strike up a conversation No, he couldn't communicate with the feminination Oh, it's a nation you could say he was an egghead

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[*August 5th*]

7:25 am on a Saturday, and Peter was already up. After one quick trip to the bathroom, he then followed the sweet aroma down the hall. Aunt May was making her famous wheatcakes, while Uncle Ben helped set the table. Peter and May then had their first conversation of the day.

"Wheatcakes? Don't you usually make those for a special occasion?" "Well, it's a special occasion today!" "It's no holiday, and none of our birthdays... Oh! One of you got promoted!" "Not even close." "Someone died!" "Peter!" "Someone you hate, I mean." "Why don't you just sit down, enjoy your breakfast, and then the answer will be handed to you on a silver platter."

As Peter sat down, Aunt May planted a slight peck on his cheek, then placed his breakfast down in front of him. Ben poured the orange juice for his nephew. Peter drizzled some maple syrup all over his hotcakes, then dug right in. For a whole 4 minutes, everyone just ate in silence. Some occasion this is turning out to be. Uncle Ben then handed him a bunch of napkins, telling him he had syrup on his face. As Peter grabbed the napkins, there was something hidden within. It was a brochure for The Museum Of Atomic Science.

"This is-!!" "That's right. I thought we'd have the chance to spend time together in a long time. Besides, it might help your young mind stay inspired. My young nephew deserves best." "This is so cool, Uncle Ben! But this looks rather expensive. How were you able to afford it?" "Eh, I decided to take up full time on my shift." "Full time?" "You mustn't worry so much, boy. It's all for educational purposes, right?" "Yes. I guess your right. Thank you, Uncle Ben. Thank you so much."

The two then hugged it out. Full time? That means Peter will see less of his uncle now. He really wish he would just stop doing this. He doesn't have to do all of this.

"Care to join us, May?" "Oh, I wish I could, honey, but I have to leave for work in about two hours. You boys go ahead, have your fun." "Hahaha. C'mon, if you didn't wanna go, you could have just said so." "Hey! What makes you think I wouldn't wanna go? It sounds like an interesting event! With all the... ....technology, and sciencey stuff." "Yeah, yeah. We'll give your best regards to the atom smashers."

After Peter finished his breakfast real quick, he immediately rushed to the bathroom, showered, groomed himself, and then put on a fresh set of clothes, along with his favorite science-themed t-shirt. It wasn't just the thrill of visiting the museum that made Peter excited, but also spending time with his only father figure every once and awhile. Speaking of father figure, it took Ben about 40 minutes to get ready. After he was done, the two got into the car together. Ben started the engine and they were off.

Peter looked out the window throughout most of the drive. Geez, the crime wave in New York sure is getting worse. Muggers, robbers, carjackers, and the cops are barely lifting a finger to stop this. Aside from the criminal activity, he also caught glimpse of Carl tormenting a local 8th grader, forcing him to eat garbage. Now looking away from the window, Peter changed the radio to the news station, just to hear if there's anything going on with the mighty Avengers recently. After a 23 minute drive, they eventually made it. Peter stepped out with a huge smile upon his face. But, forgetting to watch were he's going, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Watch it, you skinny little twink!" "Sorry! I'm terribly sorry, man! This is all on me!" "Hell yeah, it is! And what were you even smiling about, little boy? Huh?" "I was just excited to go-"

The fight was then broken up as someone called the angry kid's name.

"Flash, stop trying to pick a fight with random kids!"

The angry teen then took his leave, and giving Peter the bird afterwards. Boy, New Yorkers sure are mean. When Uncle Ben asked if he knew that guy, Peter said he don't, but he hopes he doesn't run into him again. Peter decided to just shrug off that commotion and move on. Pretty soon, they entered the museum together. It was a lot bigger inside than the young boy expected, and the air was fresh too. So many inventions to look at, so little time. To the small ones, to the really big ones. To the old, ancient ones, to the new ones. Some were rare prototypes, and some were just non-working replicas. Peter took out his phone, and began snapping pics on whatever invention he came across, including the cafe and gift shop. He even took himself in the photos with them. Photography was one of his hidden depths. While looking at every displayed machinery, Peter would educate his uncle with trivial facts.

Uncle Ben suggested they dine out at the museum's cafe, but before Peter was ready to, he wanted to check out one last invention first. It was an old radioactive ray from 1962, sponsored by General Techronics Corporations, a company that faded away by the early 1980s, courtesy to Stark Industries. As cheesy and simple as it looked, it was groundbreaking for its time. The machine had been turned on, showing off its beam of radioactivity. Peter seemed to be one of the only people interested in it. People sure are loosing respect to history. Despite how old the ray was, it was still working, and still safe enough for spectators to observe up close. The radiation was too weak to harm any human being. Peter took out his phone and positioned it for a photo.

Elsewhere, a lone spider was crawling her way on the floor of the staff's lounge room. She then squeezed her way into the air vent, but unaware of the heating system activated, her light body got carried away in the warm breeze, bumping into the walls a few times on her trip. She got blown out of the other vent, the one behind the old radioactive ray Peter was taking pictures of, and flew straight into the beam. Set in slow motion, the eight legged arachnid began to struggle as her tiny body absorbed the beam's radioactivity. After that, she made a safe landing on Peter Parker's shoulder, without him noticing. She started to crawl her way down. Finished taking the last photo, he put away the phone in his pocket, ready to join his uncle for a coffee. Then suddenly...

"OW! Son of a-!"

Peter felt a hot sting on his hand. Panicking, he swiped it off. It was just a spider. A little spider. Although that bite felt like it belonged to a tarantula. Peter set his eyes on it a little longer as he watched it fall onto its back, and then die. She wasn't dying from hitting the ground, she was dying from all the radioactivity her small body sucked in. Peter stopped looking at the arachnid as he heard his uncle call him. He walked towards the direction of the cafe, and when he looked back at the spider, he could've sworn he saw it glow. Peter snapped out of it as a random spectator accidentally stepped on its carcass.

A few minutes later, as the uncle and his nephew were waiting for their orders, Peter was feeling a little ill. His blood felt like it was getting hotter, his head ached, and his stomach was churning. He tried to act as though he was okay, to prevent this family outing from cutting short. Peter thought back at that spider for awhile. Despite its size, that bite had so much pressure to it. It was like getting impaled by a flu shot. And its body... Why was it glowing like that, specially while it was dead? Could this be a new, undiscovered feature of arachnids? Is this spider poisonous? Is he gonna die? No, he thought, I can't die! There's so much in this world he hasn't accomplished yet. Like becoming a scientist, meeting the mighty Avengers, or spending the time he wanted with his whole family. Peter swears he's going to check this in with a doctor eventually.

Their orders soon arrived to the table. Uncle Ben order the club sandwich with an iced coffee, while Peter just had some plain water. Ben looked at him awkwardly for it. To excuse his illness, Peter told Uncle Ben he's trying to watch his "athlete figure," although Ben tried to convince him that he's skinny enough. However, one sip of water was enough to push his queasiness at its limit. Peter sealed his mouth shut, heading to the nearest bathroom. Some of it couldn't stay in his mouth, and leaked through his hand. Unfortunately, Peter couldn't find the men's room, nor could he even make it, so, to his greatest embarrassment yet, he spilled the contents of his stomach onto the neatly polished floor, in front of all those spectators.

The two had to leave the museum, even before they could buy a souvenir. Not because Peter was feeling sick, but because they got kicked out for messying up the floor. Uncle Ben wasn't mad or upset at all. How could he be mad at his favorite nephew?

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick, Peter?" "I wasn't sick. I mean, I was feeling fine before, and now I'm not. I don't know how it happened. It was just so sudden, I swear." "It could be a stomach bug, or a little too much excitement. I remember the time your aunt got queasy when I first proposed to her at Cony Island. She appeared to be a little too happy. Heh heh. Or maybe it was from having five funnel cakes after riding the roller coaster."

Peter would laugh if he wasn't feeling so damned sick.

"I'm so sorry our trip was cut short." "No need to apologize! Things happen when we least expect it! It was all fun while it lasted. We could probably do this again some other time. ...if they're ever ready to forgive us for that accident."

Peter wasn't ready to tell Uncle Ben the real cause of his illness. These symptoms have all the traces of a certain glowing spider. If he told him, he would have worried him. He doesn't want Ben to fear his only nephew dying. Maybe this flu is only temporary. All he needs is a good rest, and maybe some hot fluids. If it lasts longer, now would be the time to visit a doctor.

Night falls out! Takes my hand Sleeping costs, but this brain seems to work overtime Yes, this brain seems to work overtime And with sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep Comes the awesome dreeeeeeeeeeeeeam

Dreeeeeeeeeeeeeam DREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM

#Spider-Man #Peter Parker #MCU #origin #fanfic #Marvel

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babymakingnojutsu · 6 years

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CHAPTER 25 - Creep

He wasn’t back soon.

Sasuke slept in his own bed for the first time in over a month, and spent the night wondering what he was missing. There was obviously something, and not just the events that were currently going on and Sasuke wasn’t there to see. But however long Sasuke stared up at the ceiling and tried to puzzle out Naruto’s concerns, it wasn’t long enough.

At about ten in the morning, Naruto flashed back into existence, this time with Shikamaru and their complete assortment of luggage in tow.

“Let me explain,” Shikamaru said the second Sasuke opened his front door. He had a hand over Naruto’s mouth and turned his perpetually unimpressed gaze onto Sasuke. “Sasuke, we all need to talk. Let’s get inside.”

They got inside.

Sasuke started making tea, watching Shikamaru and Naruto cautiously out of the corner of his eye while they muttered between themselves.

“Just like you practiced,” Shikamaru told Naruto, who looked nervous. He looked nervous about talking to Sasuke, and Sasuke couldn’t remember ever seeing that before. Ever.

“Sasuke, I’d like to bring up the baby topic again,” Naruto said. “Specifically Hinata. We should make her a second baby whether or not the baby becomes a jinchuuriki. If she says no to the jinchuuriki part, we have another kid. If she says yes, we stay with one baby each. What do you think?”

That…was not the topic Sasuke expected. He watched Naruto with a frown, and then glanced over at Shikamaru.

“Just humor him. He’s getting to it,” Shikamaru said with a stunning amount of patience.

So, Sasuke pulled out three cups, pouring each of them some tea as he said, ��She’s going to say no to the bijuu. After Kazuki, we know the Hyuuga clan will only accept a standard-issue Hyuuga, and that means no jinchuuriki. Which means we end up having a baby.”

Naruto dumped the same disgusting as ever amount of sugar into his tea with a shrug. “Okay, so I’m not excited about the infant care part, but who ever is? Actual baby babies aren’t fun. But even without the whole ‘saving the human-nature spirit connection from destruction when I die’ part, I’m kind of…I kind of like the idea of a you and me baby? And seriously, how awesome would our kid turn out?”

He didn’t like the idea of bringing a child into the world without feeling the glorious loving enthusiasm he had for Sarada, but Naruto did have a point. Their kid would be pretty awesome. Still, Sasuke took a sip of tea to give himself time to formulate a reply. “The timetable would be tricky,” he said, and ignored the ecstatic grin that broke across Naruto’s face. Or tried to, at least. “I’m going to be pretty busy in a month, since you’re giving me another genin team, which I’m pretty sure is against the rules-”

“It’s not,” Shikamaru provided.

“Whatever. But I’m not going to be able to create a foolproof you-and-Hinata baby seal and a jinchuuriki-bonding baby seal for us in one month. You either get me training a genin team, or me making us a baby. I can’t do both,” Sasuke said. And it was true. No matter how involved the bijuu claimed they would be or how easy they could make the process, the fact remained that they both had male chakra.

Bolt existed because Kurama could be male, female, or any other gender the fox desired. Kaguya Lee existed because it was technically Sasuke, Rock Lee, and Kaguya herself who had given birth to Kaguya Lee – two male chakra signatures, but in the end it was actually one very powerful and very female soul being given a body.

A Sasuke-Naruto baby would be two male chakra signatures, and one bijuu tossed in to fool Sasuke’s jutsu and get sealed inside the tiny creation. It would be tricky, and if there was one thing Sasuke wasn’t willing to fuck up, it was magically creating babies. Particularly if it was their baby.

“That’s fine! The bijuu can wait until the next chuunin exam,” Naruto said. “Maybe they’ll use the time to decide which one of them is getting sealed in a human again. And also you shouldn’t spend much time with your creepy genin team because I’m pretty sure they’re going to try and kidnap you.”

“What?”

“I’ve only had the opportunity to really observe Eichiro – who goes by Uchiha Eichiro when you aren’t around – but it’s enough that I can tell his obsession with you is getting to a dangerous level,” Shikamaru said, and finally started drinking his tea with a heavy sigh. “It starts with if I’m good enough, he’ll love me, and then moves on to I’ll convince him, I’ll make him love me, until it reaches the if I can’t have him, nobody can stage.” Shikamaru looked up, eyes piercing into Sasuke’s even with the curtain of hair covering one of them. “Eichiro is now at the second stage.”

Sasuke scoffed. “That’s-”

“Eichiro is now at the second stage,” Shikamaru repeated. “He gave you a report about an attempt on Naruto’s life, which he stopped. He offered to present Konoha the entire village of Oto on a silver platter. He expressed regret you know he doesn’t feel. All of it was lies, and all of it was for your benefit. None of his work got your genin team, Eichiro most of all, what they want. They threw all of their best attempts at you, and they didn’t work.” Shikamaru sighed again, taking another sip of tea. “I was watching him closely during your exhibition match, Sasuke. He snapped when you started smiling.”

“I didn’t smile.”

“Yeah you did,” Naruto said, and grinned at the memory. “You were having so much fun, it almost made me want to join in until you went all avenger-mode.”

“Which was also Eichiro’s doing, in a way,” Shikamaru added. “Akishige’s regular taijutsu technique is a fluid state of movement, not-”

“Wait. Wait wait wait, Eichiro told him to do that?” Naruto asked. When Shikamaru nodded affirmation, Naruto demanded, “Why?”

“Because mental instability is the easy gateway to manipulation,” Shikamaru said, and paused briefly for another sip of tea. “You break someone, and then you can piece them back together how you want.”

“This is ridiculous,” Sasuke said. “They’re not trying to mind-wipe me. They’re just…” He frowned, looking for an adequate word. “They’re lost, they’re still stuck in their own heads, and they need help.”

Shikamaru sighed (he did that a lot) and slumped against the table, looking towards Naruto. “You’re the only one who can ever make him listen.”

Naruto frowned. “Sasuke, I know you still think you need to take care of your creepy genin,” he began carefully. “I know you still see them as children you need to protect, even from themselves. It’s good of you to think that, but they’re beyond help.”

Uzumaki Naruto saying someone was beyond help, or beyond saving was laughable. And Sasuke laughed, backing away from the kitchen counter and saying, “Says the idiot who tried to save me. For years and years, people told you I was beyond help, and-”

“That’s because you’re different, Sasuke!” Naruto shouted. “It was a completely different situation! You ran off to try and get strong enough to kill Itachi, which you were kind of justifiably obsessed with after all the manipulative shit people kept doing to you.” He scowled. “Which people keep doing to you, and you’re not seeing it – and that’s the point! You not seeing it or noticing it or whatever is their goal, but we’re here. And we see it. So trust us, trust me, and stay away from Eichiro.”

Sasuke did trust Naruto. He trusted him with everything, and the dissonance in Sasuke’s mind ached as he tried to resolve the conflicting truths of ‘Naruto wouldn’t lie about this’ and ‘my genin team is team and needs my help.’ It left him pressing his head against the sink, trying to find comfort in the cool metal against his forehead.

“I can’t see it,” Sasuke whispered, a final confession. “But I trust you can.”

“There are things we can’t tell you, proof we aren’t allowed to provide, but Naruto’s right. You need to trust us on this. They want their Kage, and they’re willing to do anything,” Shikamaru said.

How many times had his creepy genin team told him he couldn’t understand their feelings? They’d attributed it to his own background every time, like Sasuke was the mentally unstable one of the group. And fine, Sasuke wasn’t exactly a paragon of mental health or anything, but he should’ve seen that there was something skewed about how they thought of him. He’d known they were creepy and obsessive, but…did he even want to know the things Naruto and Shikamaru were keeping from him?

“They aren’t beyond saving, Naruto,” Sasuke said, raising his head to look Naruto in the eye. “I’ll stay away from them, but they aren’t beyond saving.”

“Your team hunted down Kisame and tortured him to death for information about Itachi,” Naruto said, dead serious.

“Kisame was already dead,” Sasuke said.

Naruto shook his head. “He managed to survive, he got his brain in a shark summon that turned half-human or something, it was weird – anyway, point is, he’s definitely dead now because your creepy genin team found him in a tiny village where he was living peacefully and killed him,” Naruto said, and gave Sasuke a pointed look. “So they would have information on Itachi. Which gave them sensitive information on you.”

“Are we ignoring the information-sharing Sasuke policy now?” Shikamaru asked.

“For this? Yeah,” Naruto said firmly. “Listen to me, Sasuke. Eichiro is smart, and he’s obsessed, and he has one goal. It’s not – fine, so maybe they aren’t beyond saving, but they are past the point where they’re safe for you to be around, okay? Can you accept at least that much?”

Sasuke nodded, staring at the wall.

“Give us a minute, Shikamaru,” Naruto said, and Shikamaru obliged, up and out the front door without a word. “Look, you know about the policy where we keep you out of the loop and the council keeps it’s mouth shut about my ex-traitor co-parent?” Sasuke nodded again. “Screw it. This is a big deal, and you deserve to know this shit. If you have a question, if you want to know about what your creepy-”

“I don’t,” Sasuke said.

“If you change your mind, the offer’s not going away, okay?”

“I won’t.”

Sasuke went for a walk. He wasn’t due back in Konoha for another week, so he took a walk for four days, came back, and cleaned the house and tried to get his shit together for the other three days. And when Sarada and Bolt came back through the front door Sasuke had to fight back tears because finally, finally he was holding his kids and the were so excited and so happy and Sasuke hugged them so hard it had to hurt as he choked out, “I missed you too.”

#babymaking no jutsu #naruto fic #THINGS GET KINDA DARK NOW

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/post/162670119622/just-because-you-havent-seen-it-doesnt-mean Same anon, and honestly, fuck you even more after this response than after the first one. Fuck you for responding to me saying I want more by telling me how much cool shit YOU have, but fuck you especially for assuming I don't do anything. I am a pillar of the local community, I started my city's first GSA, I'm still allowed to be pissed that I'm discriminated against and making a few phone calls hasn't fixed that. (1/2)

(2/2) yeah, SOMEONE has to be the one to set it up and for a solid third of my life that someone's been me, I'm still allowed to be pissed about it. I'm allowed to be pissed it needs to be done at all, I'm allowed to be pissed my efforts by and large don't seem to work, and I'm ESPECIALLY allowed to be pissed when people act like I'M the asshole for saying "gosh I sure wish there were more gay-friendly busisness is fucking deep-red rural America." YOUR city is NOT the norm.

Firstly, don't come into people's inbox screaming "fuck you"s if you want to be treated with respect. I've been giving you advice from the start and you've been confrontational.

Secondly, stop assuming my town is full of cool shit or it's some fucking great place. I showed your messages to another LGBT+ friend who lives here, and she laughed and said you were disrespectful and that I was too nice about what you said - she said that I was right, that we worked for what we have and that it was hard work but that it isn't perfect, that we're still working, and that you need to do the same. My town isn't perfect. The "cool shit" isn't perfect. But it's a work in progress that people have contributed and worked towards. You're acting like we were gifted it on a silver platter and that the only reason you don't have it is that you weren't given those same gifts - that's not true. We worked and toiled for what little we have, in a very confrontational atmosphere.

Thirdly, I never said you weren't allowed to be pissed about it, I said that coming to my inbox wasn't changing anything, that being rude to me wasn't helping mine or your local LGBT+ communities, and that you needed to funnel that desire into creative endeavors and not into having a go at people you don't know on the internet.

Fourthly, I told you what we made, how we made it, and the atmosphere we made it in to motivate you (as well as to point out that the rebellion and sexual stuff isn't all there is to the LGBT+ community, as you claimed it was, and to express that BOTH of those sides of the community are wanted and enjoyable). To show you that it's out there, that other people want it and are trying to get it, that some are succeeding, and that if you keep working and keep looking you will find it or create it. I was proving your concept not just possible but real - honestly, I thought it'd make you happy, I thought seeing that you weren't alone in this desire and that if you put your heart into it it wouldn't be fruitless, would be a good way to help you find the courage to stop wishing and start doing. You're acting like I replied with "Sucks to be you, my town rules", when I actually said, to paraphrase, "We've been working for years to make this in a difficult atmosphere, and you can to".

Fifthly, I'm not in America. I don't live in a city, I live in a small, conservative town. Other towns and cities in my country have way more LGBT+ things than mine does. Especially more trans-focused stuff, which is sorely lacking in my town - I've mentioned before on here that one of the LGBT+ groups actually calls itself an LGB+T group because the people who run it don't think the T should be included in the whole acronym. As a trans person, I find it really insulting that you're telling me that my town is perfect and that I should be thankful that I can go and cuddle someone of either gender at a group once a month that won't even recognize me as part of the acronym. I find it really insulting that you completely missed my comment about how most of the leaflets they have about events they are participating in or advertising are for places towns over that I can't get to because of my disabilities. So no, my town isn't the norm, it's lacking but it has hardworking LGBT+ people in it who fought to have something despite adversity. There are more things I want, but I don't go on the internet angrily messaging strangers in other countries about how I want them, instead I organize with local LGBT+ people.

Sixthly, I never said you didn't participate in your community, I just told you to funnel your frustrations into working harder instead of into me, which I think is a pretty fair request. I never said you were an asshole, I gave you advice and voiced my opinions, although now, coming into our inbox and swearing at me like that, I'll say it: in this situation, you are the asshole.

~ Vape

#Mod Vaporeon

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