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ham1lton · 1 month

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my favourite interviewer.

pairings: lando norris x fellow driver’s sister/reader

warnings: jokes about adoption. mentions of bigotry but in reference to o/s’s experiences.

summary: the one where you interview your sister and your boyfriend. also part of the nepo!sister universe.

author’s note: i love nepo!sis/y/n. expect to see her more. also these interviews are quite short so imagine they’re longer and these are snippets. y/n is a better interviewer than i made her out to be 😔💔

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oldersister: check out my photoshoot for vogue! and my following interview with my younger sister yourusername. it was definitely… interesting. link in bio <3.

user1: my favourite sisters made another appearance again!!

yourusername: DON’T! work with o/s! such a DIVA! rude as hell…..

-> oldersister: is this because i said pink wasn’t your colour?

-> yourusername: ALL COLOURS ARE MY COLOUR !! 😡

user2: y/n is so funny throughout this entire interview. a natural comedian.

user5: o/s saying that people don’t take her seriously as a driver is crazy!! she’s a two time champion!! what more does she need to do?

-> user6: it’s nothing that she needs to do. there really isn’t anything she can do to change their minds. it’s bigotry.

user3: o/s is so pretty. full time f1 driver and part-time model.

-> user4: one thing about her, lewis and zhou is that they’re all gonna serve looks and face. holy trinity.

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landonorris: thank u gq for letting me cover ur magazine and thank u to my gorgeous interviewer for taking the time out of her day to interview me. btw… are you single 😍

user5: this was so cute!! i love their dynamic.

yourusername: no i’m not single. i have a bf. be professional please.

-> landonorris: ain’t nobody care about him queen. i bet you i could beat his ass 😍

-> user1: i wish i had this confidence.

-> landonorris: leave me alone 😭😭🖕🏼

-> user2: poor lando. getting dragged by his fans, his girlfriend, his girlfriend’s fans and his girlfriend’s sister’s fans😭😭 rip bro 💔😔

-> yourusername: he’s fine y’all. please don’t call paw patrol.

user3: lando saying y/n was his favourite person regardless of what she does 🥺🥺

-> user4: when he cussed out y/n for calling herself boring 😭 he said that’s my gf don’t be disrespectful.

user7: y/n finessing a free lunch and dinner out of her boyfriend and her sister was my favourite part. yass queen 😍 take from the rich.

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MY NIGHT WITH O/S L/N.

by y/n l/n.

It’s the end of O/S’s Vogue’s shoot. She’s dressed in a black form-fitting silk suit with a pair of pale pink heels. I always knew that my sister was famous but seeing her in the middle of such magnitude truly reinforces that she is not just my older sister anymore. She’s bigger than that. We decide to duck behind the busy shoot into a side room to start our interview.

THURSDAY, PARIS, 11:34PM.

Y/N: Did you expect that I’d be the one interviewing you?

O/S L/N: Honestly? No! I’m happy though to see a familiar face. Pleasant surprise.

Y/N: I’m not gonna hold back on the questions though just because you’re my sister. I need you to know that.

O/S: Wouldn’t expect you to.

Y/N: Just for the record, she’s wearing my lipstick. I told her she’d look cute in it and she refused to listen to me.

O/S: I didn’t expect it to look so cute on me. I don’t wear super bright lipsticks, it’s a orangey-red shade for the people who can’t see it. I got the makeup team to source it for me and tried it on and perhaps… you were right. It’s grown on me.

Y/N: I’m always right.

O/S: Always is an understatement but … you have your moments.

Y/N: So, what would you say it’s like being the only female F1 driver?

O/S: A very unique position to be in. I’m lucky to have such a good support system in place. Y’know? Mom, Dad, my team and you.

Y/N: It’s a lot of pressure isn’t it?

O/S: Yes. As any high profile job is.

Y/N: How do you find the pressure when it comes to being a role model for younger girls?

O/S: It’s a responsibility I take very seriously. I think it’s so important to encourage young children, especially girls, to follow their dreams and help to provide avenues to make them accessible. I would love to see younger generations of drivers that come from a diverse array of backgrounds be in Formula One.

Y/N: Remember when you were younger and you’d go go-karting?

O/S: Yes.

Y/N: Dad would always make me come and watch you. It was so boring but he’d always get us ice cream afterwards if you’d won. That’s why I always rooted for you.

O/S: Says it all really.

Y/N: I was always a tennis fan. Maybe a little basketball or football. Dad used to joke that maybe you were the adopted one because no one else in the family knew about motorsports before you.

O/S: He still does! I found out about F1 at my school library at the age of like nine and begged Dad to take me. I’m very lucky that not only did we have the funds at the time but parents that supported us. He used to drive me everywhere. He still does drive me to the Grand Prix sometimes.

Y/N: Funny how little traditions stick with us, huh? Remember when you started making real money and would take us out for dinner after every win?

O/S: I was so excited that I had the money to treat you all.

Y/N: Definitely. What was the biggest challenge you’ve faced so far in your career?

O/S: It’ll sound trivial but… probably being taken seriously.

Y/N: What do you mean by that?

O/S: As a lot of women in male-dominated spaces might face, it’s hard to overcome the biases against my abilities. People said for a long time that I was only here because of diversity quotas.

Y/N: Even when you won?

O/S: Especially when I won. I like to prove people wrong. I’ve spent my whole career doing just that. I just wish it wasn’t so constant and tiring. I’m just doing my job but because of my womanhood and my blackness, it is immediately viewed as political. Overcoming the preconceptions has become a huge part of my journey.

Y/N: That’s annoying as fuck. I’ve seen it first hand too. You’re an incredible driver. I know I joke around with you and take the piss out of you but genuinely you do inspire me. I might not be racing cars anytime soon but I’ll always be your biggest fan.

O/S: Thanks Y/N. That means so much to me.

Y/N: Now onto the juicier stories. Who are you dating? For the readers who mightn’t know your personal life, I’ll spell it oit for them.

O/S: Oh No…

Y/N: You started off by dating your childhood sweetheart, Clark Jones, and then dated actor Paul Elordi.

O/S: I did. I am single now, as you’re aware.

Y/N: And she won’t let me set her up with anyone!

O/S: Just because you’re happy in monogamous bliss doesn’t mean the rest of us wanna be.

Y/N: Thanks for letting me interview you today O/S, it was definitely the best part of my day.

O/S: You were very good. I enjoyed the questions. Five stars.

Y/N: Wanna go out to eat? Your treat.

O/S: Of course, let me change into something more comfortable. These heels are gorgeous but they are killing me.

END OF INTERVIEW.

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MY MORNING WITH LANDO NORRIS.

by y/n l/n.

TUESDAY, LONDON, 10:34AM.

I was told to pretend to be professional and that I didn’t spend the night with my boyfriend so I left the room at around 7am just so that I could knock on the door again later in my interviewer mode. It’s the night after his photoshoot for an energy drink. Lando opens the door in a plain black tee, a hoodie wrapped around his waist and tracksuit bottoms. He isn’t wearing shoes. He lets me in and I sit on the sofa. We start the interview.

Y/N: Good Morning. Should we start the interview?

LANDO NORRIS: I’m ready whenever you are.

Y/N: I told O/S this but just because we know each other, don’t expect me to hold back on the questions. Don’t expect any special treatment just because I am your girlfriend.

LANDO: Wouldn’t dream of it.

Y/N: Alright, let’s get started. How did you feel about yesterday’s photoshoot?

LANDO: Tried something new and I think it turned out well. Got some cool shots. The energy was great and the team was incredible. It was a fun shoot. Couldn’t complain.

Y/N: Do you think you’re a better racer or model?

LANDO: I’d like to say model but I’d have to say racer.

Y/N: I think you could be a model.

LANDO: Even though you’re biased. I’ll accept that.

Y/N: Not biased at all actually. I’m here as Interviewer Y/N, not as your girlfriend Y/N.

LANDO: Wait. Can I flirt with Interviewer Y/N?

Y/N: No.

LANDO: Boooo!

Y/N: Let’s switch gears, what do you like to do when you’re unwinding?

LANDO: Well, Usually I’d say spending time with you but you’re not my girlfriend soo… I’m going to say streaming with my friends and playing video games. Also watching my girlfriend’s favourite reality shows.

Y/N: You’re a Teen Mom UK fan? And a Real Housewives fan? I thought you didn’t to like them.

LANDO: It’s part of the boyfriend playbook. Pretend you’re bored with those sorts of shows but secretly, you’re incredibly into it. I have to keep up with your interests somehow and I picked the most interesting ones.

Y/N: I don’t blame you. Alright, one more question before I go back to being boring girlfriend Y/N and I have to give back this super cool voice recorder.

LANDO: Girlfriend Y/N isn’t boring to me. She’s actually my favourite person. Don’t talk shit about my girl.

Y/N: Fine. She’s not boring. She’s just less of a technophile.

LANDO: I’ll accept that.

Y/N: My last question is what’s your favourite thing about driving for Formula One?

LANDO: Besides the thrill of racing? And the part where I’m living my childhood dream? Definitely the fans. Their support and energy help fuel me on the track. Plus, I get to travel the world while doing what I love. I think that’s the ideal world for a lot of people. I’m very lucky.

Y/N: I couldn’t agree more. Thank you for letting me ask you those questions. Now, time for me to go back to the girlfriend version of me.

LANDO: Don’t sell yourself short. You’re always my favourite person regardless of what version you are.

Y/N: Flattery will get you everywhere, won’t it?

LANDO: Hey! It’s not flattery if it’s the truth.

Y/N: Guess you’re not just a pretty face huh. Don’t worry, I’ll keep our reality television show marathons a secret between me, you and all the millions of GQ magazine readers.

LANDO: You’re an angel. Lunch?

Y/N: Only if you’re paying.

LANDO: Always.

END OF INTERVIEW.

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fettuccin-e · 8 months

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Right Here, Right Now

Kinktober Day 2: Public

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl omg please), public sex, fingering, its just desperate sex with Mig in an alleyway lol (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: I have actually had this as a WIP for a long, long time but I modified it to fit this prompt! Glad to finally get some use out of it. Miguel can and will always have me in a chokehold I love him so so much. (I am following prompts from this list by flightlessangelwings!)

You’ve both been apart for too long, far too fucking long. Always away on missions without each other, falling asleep without each other and leaving again with only a quick kiss goodbye, nothing more.

It’s got Miguel a little stir crazy, desperate, and you’re just the same way. So, on the odd mission where you’re actually together, you don’t protest when he crowds you against a brick wall in some dark, dank alleyway, and kisses the god damn life out of you. It’s intoxicating, mind-melting, and fuck, it’s not enough for either of you.

Miguel growls against your mouth, reaching a clawed hand to the seam of your suit, and rips it, exposing the wetness of your aching pussy to the cool night air. He cups you without any finesse, just pure need, and you gasp wetly into his kiss.

“Miguel,” you whine, but you can’t stop your hips from humping forward into his hand, “we can’t— we can’t, baby, they’re going to start looking for us, oh fuck, they’re gonna see—“

“Shh,” he coos, “just real quick, real quick, sweetheart.” His chest heaves, so broad and thick and clouding your vision as he rubs quick circles into your achy clit with a calloused finger.

“Just- just let me feel you, just for a second, please, baby, mi amor, por favor, tan perfecta, te necesito,” he mumbles, lost in it, and you find yourself nodding along with his words.

He whines at your permission, and you barely manage to utter a “just for a second, just a second, Miguel,” before his suit dissipates around the bulge of this thick cock, and he’s sinking into you, pressing so fucking deep he forces the air from your lungs.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes into the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering forward as he stretches your pussy around him. “There’s my perfect girl, my beautiful girl, fuck, fuck, missed this pussy so bad, baby.”

It’s hard to breathe like this, Miguel pressing you into the brick wall, curling around you until all you know is him. All you know is the way his scent invades your lungs, the way his fangs graze your throat just barely. The way he pulls his hips back, just a little bit, before shoving forward again, bullying his thick cock so fucking deep inside your little cunt. You can’t get out the words, the sensations all too much for you to bear. There hasn’t been any prep, anything to lead up to you taking Miguel like you usually do.

No, there's only the adrenaline coursing through your bodies, the desperation stemming from being apart for far too long, and the ache of him settling deep, deep inside you. It’s where you both belong.

So you stutter out aborted little whines of “Mig- Miguel,” and “so-so big,” between overwhelmed sobs into his strong body as he holds you, impaling you on him again and again. He’s mumbling, incessant and slurred as he fucks you into the brick, something about how hot you are, how wet and tight and about how he can’t wait to get you home, how he’s going to fuck you for days. It’s all so hard to understand, you’re not even sure that Miguel knows what he’s saying, if he even wants you to hear all of the deep, dark thoughts spilling from his overwhelmed mouth.

Your body burns, the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubbing at your clit so perfect, so right. It’s all slick and wet and you’re sure that you’re dripping down his fat cock as it slides in and out of you, dripping down his balls. You can at least thank God that his suit isn’t made out of actual fabric; that he won’t have to return to HQ with your wetness staining his front. Not that he’d really mind.

It’s intoxicating, the way he fills you, surrounds you. So much so that you don’t realize how much time has passed until you hear Jessica’s voice from both of your watches, cutting through your whines and Miguel’s growls and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting. “O’Hara, what’s your position?”

“Fuck,” he snarls, driving into you just a little faster, a little harder, “fuck, not yet, not yet.” He doesn’t respond to Jess, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss that mostly contains teeth and spit.

“Mig-Miguel, they’re going to be looking, c’mon, baby, we’ve got to g-” you hiccup into his mouth, but your hips move of their own accord, meeting him thrust for thrust as he drives desperately into you.

“Not. Yet.” He growls, punctuating his words with his hips. “Just a little longer, little- little longer, jus’ let me-” he fucks himself into you, so furious and devastating that tears finally manage to spill from your eyes.

“Spiderman 2099, what is your position?” Jessica asks again, and you can hear Pavitr ask you the same thing from your watch, both oblivious to the fact that their leader, your leader, is fucking you into the wall in some dirty back alley in a universe that neither of you know, that neither of you care to know. All you know is Miguel’s body against yours, exchanging desperate breaths as he thrusts deep into your sticky pussy, curling your hands into his hair as he digs his fingers into your waist, his claws nearly tearing the fabric of your suit.

“Miguel,” you moan, “we have to go, please we have to go, they’re looking for us, they’re gonna see-”

“No,” Miguel whines, and you want to fall to your knees with how absolutely devastated he sounds, “can’t- you can’t go, ‘s too soon, baby, let me have you, let me have you,” he’s slurring around his fangs, his eyes burning red at the edges as his eyes meet yours. He grabs at the watch on your wrist, cutting it off with a deft claw, and you choke on your spit as he crushes it easily in his palm.

“Miguel-” you start, but he cups a thick hand over your mouth, and you can only watch as he raises his watch to his face and says, far more collected than he’s been this entire night, “Anomaly neutralized, returning to HQ. Meet tomorrow for a debrief.”

“Not tonight?” Pav chirps, and Miguel ruts into you hard, his gaze burning into yours.

“Tomorrow.” He growls, before he shuts his watch off completely, tucking his face into the crook of your neck again, sucking dark marks into your skin. His hands find your hips once again, pulling you onto his cock over and over and over as tears slide down your cheeks, choked little moans ripping out of your throat.

“That’s right, beautiful, squeeze this cock, make a mess for me. Can’t wait to get you home, going to fuck you all fucking night, needed this sweet pussy so fucking bad, bebita, por favor, ah-” he groans into your skin, and his cock sinks into you so perfect, stretching you exactly how you’ve needed it for so long, and fuck, your orgasm nearly makes you black out. You thrash against the wall, crying out so loud that Miguel has no choice but to seal his mouth over yours in a sticky kiss, swallowing your noises.

“Fuck, that’s right, make a mess for me, eres tan perfecta, mi amor, mi vida, fuck,” he fucks into you, once, two more times, before he’s following you over that peak, his hips twitching as he fills you up.

You both can only rock against each other for a minute, riding the aftershocks of bliss. How had you gone without this for so long? How could you have deprived yourself of heaven?

“Let’s go home, Miguel,” you whisper, resting your forehead against his. He nods, switching his watch back on and opening a portal behind himself. He slips out of you, his suit reforming over himself. You, unfortunately don’t have the same luxury, the night air still cool against your used and achy core.

“You’re making me a new suit, by the way,” you say, tilting your head up to smile at him. “And a new watch.”

He only chuckles, lifting you into his arms, turning to walk you both into your shared apartment in Nueva York, where you haven't been together in too damn long. “Anything you want.”

#hes just so big i need him to bang me against a wall #i love him sm i get so depraved talking about him #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv smut

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elviraaxen · 13 days

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ive really been loving the pacing of your story and i enjoy the concept and the bits that have been released about the plot! youre doing really well, and i admire it greatly!!

ive been having trouble figuring out an overall plot in my own work, i just have character ideas and the vaguest idea for a storyline. i try to just write but then i usually end up taking a break (re: dumping it) because i don't have anymore ideas for how to complete the plot. i've laso been curious about how you go about writing for a comic (do you write then do thumbnails? do thumbnails then go back to figure out dialogue? a third thing?) so i was wondering if you had any advice or resource tips for writing? both for comics and for overarching plots, if that's okay

if you don't have any ideas tho, no worries. i was just curious. good luck with Felt World! i love everything that's coming out so far, thank you for gifting us it!!

Oh thank you so much!! I can't say I'm a comic book artist at heart because I really don't have much experience, I was only an illustrator for a short while and never wrote anything myself, but learning from past mistakes (i.e. I don't stick to plans), I've so far done this and it seems to work:

I'm one of those that don't like to plan strict layouts for the entire thing, because chances are I will not stick to it, so what I've done for felt world is just write a sketch for the overarching plot, the b-plot and c-plot, with rough estimates in what order I want the major plot points and settings to be. My current sketch looks like this;

(which is done in Miro) and as you can see there aren't that many plot points, because I want to have the wiggle room to come up with something on the spot. And also, my comic focuses a lot on interpersonal relationships, character development, and themes rather than the plot, which means it needs to be concise or else the comic is gonna take 6 million years to finish.

And now,, I think this might just be how I work, but I think it's easier to be creative when you have strict restrictions rather than all the choices in the world.

for me, personally, I restrict an update of 10 pages tops, because instagram only allows max 10 images per post! This means I have to 1) fit all I want to say in 10 pages, 2) it has to be concise or else I infodump on readers, and 3) I have to answer some sort of question within the update, or else I said nothing and I start over.

As for scripts, I tend to write one or two sentences of what's going to happen for the update, and then I get to thumb-nailing and sketching right away! I come up with most of the dialogue on the spot too.

And also, I think what's most important, is that you take your damn time! If you aren't immersing yourself in your own world, how do you expect your readers to do the same?

I'm very much a believer that the stories you are telling are something that comes to you naturally if you just sit with it and listen rather than demand that it makes itself known to you. When I brainstorm for felt world I quite literally sit in my bed and go "omg!! And then what? :0" TO MYSELF LMAO as if I'm not making everything up myself! I think that's extremely important that your story is engaging to you first and foremost!

And as for more practical tips

carry a notebook with you or use your notes app AS SOON as you get ideas to write them down! No you will not remember, lol.

set rules of what you're not allowed to do with your story so that you don't fall into lazy trope territory! You can do that when you brain storm, but finesse the story post brainstorm to just make it.. smarter.. if that makes sens For example, don't kill your gay characters, don't make sensitive men the butt of the joke, don't make your women fight over men (unless it's the point), etc.

set physical restrictions! For example, max amount of pages per upload, max amount of pages for the whole story, max amount of characters, etc.! That literally forces you to problem solve, which by definition is creativity! Like, oh you can't do this the obvious way? Do it the creative way! That's way more fun!

I could probably go on, but this is too long already! But I hope it at least helped somewhat!

#asks #comic tips

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demifiendrsa · 1 year

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Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 | Gameplay Reveal

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Introducing Kraven the Hunter

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 will launch for PlayStation 5 in Fall 2023.

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Latest details via PlayStation Blog

It’s a banner day for Spidey fans! We’re delighted to finally show you the first-ever gameplay of Marvel’s Spider-Man 2, the next installment in our original Marvel’s Spider-Man franchise, which will launch in Fall 2023. There’s a lot to unpack about today’s gameplay reveal, so let’s highlight some of the big stuff…

The Great Hunt begins

As many sharp-eared Spidey fans noticed in our announcement trailer in 2021, Kraven the Hunter. This version makes his debut appearance in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 and he’s in search of an equal. That spells bad news for the inhabitants of Marvel’s New York including a rogue’s gallery of villains and the Spider-Men, Peter Parker and Miles Morales. Between the start of Kraven’s Great Hunt and an all-new Symbiote threat to Earth-1048, our heroes have their work cut out for them.

Setting the stage for our gameplay reveal: Kraven’s Hunters, a new enemy faction, are in pursuit of Dr. Curt Connors, AKA The Lizard, and Peter needs to stop him. We kick things off at Connors’ home across the East River in Queens, one of the all-new playable and explorable boroughs we’re introducing in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2.

Let’s get Symbiotic

We don’t waste any time: bursting through basement doors is Peter Parker, our original Spider-Man in this story, who needs no introduction. But what he’s wearing perhaps deserves one: he’s donning the highly coveted, iconic, and beloved Black Suit and he’s more than ready for a fight.

Beyond serving looks, our Symbiote-bound hero has some new tricks up his sleeve. We’re no stranger to Spider-Man knocking heads, but never like this: he’s much more aggressive and punches certainly aren’t being pulled. Symbiote tendrils aggrandize Spider-Man’s silhouette, slamming foes against hard surfaces, dealing no mercy to Kraven’s Hunters.

My advice: get cozy with the L1 button because you’re gonna love it.

The super-popular suit can strike fear in almost anyone who comes face-to-face with it, but Kraven isn’t just anyone and his highly trained Hunters aren’t afraid of a brawl. Fret not! New combat abilities can neutralize our new headstrong opponents with a little finesse. Strike back with aggressive parries to gain the upper-hand, or cast a web to shunt enemies between a hard place and a harder place. You can also activate a classic dodge to get out of danger – but don’t get too comfortable; some attacks can’t simply be dodged and will require a parry to properly evade them!

In Marvel’s Spider-Man 2, we’re putting respect on the Black Suit and giving it the story it deserves. In this installment, we’re really delving into Peter’s personal relationship with the Symbiote and how it affects those closest to him…

More Miles per hour

First, get a glimpse at the near-instant switching between both our playable Spider-Men. And if that wasn’t enough, traversal gets a significant speed boost in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2! Cue the Web Wings, which can be deployed by either Spider-Man to move about the city swiftly and urgently. Use wind tunnels between skylines to move with haste and behold the capabilities of the PS5 console’s SSD as you soar above the concrete jungle, zipping past all manner of cars, buildings, and people (and pigeons). If you thought traversal in our first two games was exhilarating, just wait until you experience it firsthand in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2.

Bringing down the warehouse

After a brief flight across town, Miles has tracked Connors inside the Harlem Fish Market. By the looks of it, Kraven’s hunters are making a move on him, so it’s time to clear them out.

Like his mentor before him, Miles Morales also has some new abilities and gadgets at his disposal. On the gadget front, we showed off the Web Grabber, a new gadget that pulls enemies together to an isolated spot. This allows Miles to chain one of his new abilities, the Thunder Burst, unleashing an electrifying ground-pound against a group of foes. You also saw a glimpse of the Chain Lightning ability, which has a shocking radius of effect on any nearby enemies.

Between Peter’s new Symbiote abilities and Miles’ newfound blue bioelectric powers, each Spider-Man has their own unique set of skills that can be upgraded via all-new individual skills tree. Our heroes share technology and train together, too, so we also included a shared Skill Tree that offers parallel upgrades for both.

The Lizard’s in the details

As Miles tracks Lizard through the Fish Market, our environments are sure to activate your Spidey senses: our world is richer, denser and packed with details from particles to improved textures. Lighting also gets an upgrade, casting more dramatic shadows and reflections along walls and pipes; meanwhile spatial 3D audio creates unique soundscapes all around you. Further, we’re upping the immersion in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 with our signature use of the DualSense wireless controller, including a range of haptics and spectacular use of the adaptive triggers.

Whether you’re sneaking through interiors or exploring our city streets, Marvel’s New York is brought to life in ways only possible on PlayStation 5 console.

Be greater together

Working together, the Spider-Men must pursue Lizard and fight the Hunters who seek his capture. Unfortunately for them, Kraven is well-equipped: boats, aerial transports, and weapons are all-eyes on Lizard. The Great Hunt continues along the East River, one of the new areas you can traverse in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2, and the action is tight: Miles dismantles vehicles in his wake while Peter Parker leads the chase from afar.

You’ll seamlessly switch between both Spider-Men across a variety of story moments in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2. We want players to bask in iconic team-ups elevated by our signature set piece moments, and experience the story from the perspective of each Spider-Man.

Give me what I desire….

There’s no combination of words that can wholly convey how excited we are to finally show you Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 after all this time. We’re excited to give you this first-ever glimpse at what we’ve been working on all these years, and we hope you’re as thrilled as we are.

We know you have been patiently awaiting more information about the game, including when you will be playing it at home. While we can’t confirm a date today, we are on track for Fall 2023, and hope to be able to share a final release date soon. Stay tuned for future updates on Marvel’s Spider-Man 2, including edition information and pre-orders.

#Marvel's Spider Man 2 #Marvel's Spider Man #Spider Man PS5 #Spider Man #Marvel #Insomniac Games #Sony Interactive Entertainment #PlayStation Showcase #PlayStation Showcase 2023 #video game #long post

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writingfics-passingtime · 1 year

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Would you write for Hawkeye? If so my song is ‘Que Sera Sera’. If not, please could you do it with Loki instead? :D x

Of My Own

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Que Sera Sera

Pairing: Clint Barton x reader (platonic, no pronouns used)

Word Count: 770

CW: Minor swearing, hospitals

Note: Thank you for your request! I thought this little story fit quite nicely with the feel and lyrics of the song. I hope you love it too 💜

“It’s gonna be okay, Clint,” you murmured with firm eyes fixed on the console and knuckles turning pale and sore around the controls.

One of Clint’s hands shielded his eyes, the other clutched his stomach. “This is controlled airspace, you-”

“You think I give a rat’s ass about controlled airspace right now?” You tensed further, pushing the chopper close to its limits. The cockpit rumbled with the speed. Air resistance felt different when it was holding you back from the hospital. It felt like an enemy.

Curse the atmosphere, you had places to be.

Clint made a concerning noise from the jump seat and you felt the weight of the moment. “We’re gonna make it,” you promised in a whisper. He clutched his stomach tighter. “Hold it in, Barton.”

You could sense his eyes were closed behind his hand. This was a new kind of anxiety - one you hadn’t seen from him in all the years he was your partner.

“Just get me there in one piece,” was what he managed to mutter out before you jammed a finger onto the comms transmitter.

“HAWK32, hotel-alpha-whiskey-kilo-three-two, requesting permission to land on MercyOne helipad. Two minutes out. Repeat, hotel-alpha-whiskey-kilo-three-two, requesting permission to land. Over.”

The silence that followed was unsettling but you surged ahead, knowing you weren’t really asking permission. You’d land this chopper on that hospital roof come hell or high water.

“MercyOne air traffic control to HAWK32. Permission granted. Can you advise condition of the patient? Over.”

You’d way overestimated the amount of time it would take to land since you’d never pushed the bird this hard. “Thank you, control. HAWK32 approaching to land. Patient is not with us. HAWK32 out.”

Your fingers found the volume and turned it all the way down before they could question you. Clint forced a wry smile from the corner of your eye. He was white as a sheet. “You’re gonna be okay, Clint,” you called over the whizz of the air shifting and swiping all around the cabin. “You’re gonna be great, in fact.”

The helicopter touched down with less finesse than usual, but you got the job done. Clint was frozen in place, perhaps a bit shocked. You didn’t turn the engine off, reaching over to start unclipping his seatbelt but he seemed to realise this was really happening. He freed himself, giving you one final and severe look before bolting out of the chopper and towards the hospital wards.

Your anticipating smile lingered after him. Only after he disappeared into the building did you take off again, on a mission to bring the helicopter back to a S.H.I.E.L.D-sanctioned hangar.

It was a couple of hours before you made your way back to the hospital, but that was okay; Clint was going to be great. You didn’t doubt that for a second. He was always great.

Still, that didn’t do much to ease the incessant bouncing off your leg in the waiting room as you tried and failed to focus on anything else.

After another hour or two, and a few cardboard cups of terrible hospital coffee, an older nurse entered the waiting room to call your name. You stood at once, almost spilling the granulated coffee remnants, and looked to her with something of a question in your glance. Her smile-framed brown eyes were warm and relieved behind her mask, and she said you were welcome to come in and visit.

The walk to the room was the longest you’d had in your life, but you’d climb Everest to live that moment all over again: that moment you entered the room to see the most perfect picture for the first time.

Clint looked over at you, beaming. Laura, from the hospital bed, looked over with the fondness of an old friend and welcomed you in. The image of the two of them was familiar enough, but there was something new to add to that portrait.

“Hey,” Clint grinned at you, though, mostly at the tiny bundle in his arms.

He turned to give you a better view of the little piece of heaven wrapped up in cotton. Something in you swelled at the sight of the tiny nose and the tiny rise and fall of steady breathing from beneath the white fabric.

You breathed out a “wow,” before taking a step forward, eyes beginning to blur with the joy of the moment.

Clint locked looks with you only for a second to say, “This is Lila,” before turning back to his daughter, cocooned in a love so tangible it reminded you of the way the sky wrapped you two up safely and delivered him here for this moment.

He already acted like the most natural parent in the world. You grinned.

He was going to be great.

#clint barton #clint x reader #Clint Barton imagine #clint Barton drabble #Marvel reader insert drabble #Marvel reader insert #Marvel reader insert platonic #clint barton x you #clint Barton x reader #hawkeye x reader #no y/n #platonic reader insert #gender neutral insert #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader

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wolfeyedwitch · 2 years

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Auction of evil for Bailey? Maybe an AU where SV tires of them and sells/rents them off to the highest (villainous) bidder

I liked these two together, so I combined them. Do I need more AUs for WBOH? No. Is that gonna stop me? Also no.

CW for non-con drugging/sedation, implied abuse

Masterlist

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“I’m in position,” Zera said softly into their comm.

“Good,” came Elijah’s tinny voice. “Find out what it is they’re auctioning and get out. Just recon, nothing else.”

Zera tamped down on the anger welling up in them at that. He was right, after all. As much as Zera might want to help if someone was in danger, there were too many people here.

There were too many villains.

Iris had found the information about the auction with one of her programs. Zera couldn’t claim to understand what she had said when she explained it. Something about the dark web, VPNs, and honeypots? What Zera did understand was that she had found the coordinates, date, and time of an auction being planned. An auction to which all of the villains who could make it to the area were invited.

What she hadn’t found was information about what was being auctioned. All the heroes knew was that it had to be something big. Something dangerous. Potentially catastrophic if left in the wrong hands.

Zera was there to find out just what it was that had drawn so much attention.

“Got it,” they replied. “Find out what’s being auctioned, stay to see who buys it if it’s safe, then get out.”

“Exactly. Comms blackout starts now.”

With that, Zera’s earpiece went dead. They felt a shiver travel up their spine at the idea of being unable to reach their team. It was necessary—there were too many technopaths in the villain world for any comms to be safe in this situation—but they still hated it. They settled into their hiding spot in the rafters, making themself comfortable for the wait.

The seats in the old theater started filling up. Zera recognized many of them. Ice Queen, Black Fox, The Piper, Livewire, Miss Eerie… these weren’t just local small-time villains. Some of these were international supervillains.

What the hell was special enough to draw them all here!?

Finally, the lights in the hall dimmed and the chatter went silent. All eyes turned to the stage.

The figure who walked out wore an expensive tailored suit. The click of their dress shoes against the stage reverberated through the hall as they walked to the spotlight. The domino mask they wore was a decorative, lacy thing that wouldn’t have been out of place at a masquerade ball.

Slipknot gestured like they were embracing the gathered crowd, and the villains in attendance applauded.

“Welcome, welcome!” Slipknot greeted their audience. Their voice was amplified and played through speakers throughout the hall, giving the disconcerting impression that they were everywhere.

The hall quieted, and Slipknot continued. “Thank you all for coming. I promised you something special, and you won’t be disappointed.”

They clicked their fingers, and a second figure emerged from off-stage. This one lacked Slipknot’s refined poise. Their suit was meant for combat, not elegance; their mask was utilitarian, not decorative.

Poppet looked as out of place as a bloodstain on a wedding dress amidst the finery of the hall.

They reached Slipknot’s side and sank to their knees beside the supervillain, head bowed. Slipknot placed a hand on the back of their neck; Poppet didn’t so much as flinch.

What. The. Hell.

“As many of you know, I have been training a protege for the last few years,” Slipknot said. “My Poppet has come on in leaps and bounds in terms of their powers. Their telekinesis can be used for both brute force and finesse. For more detail, just look at the news.”

That got a chuckle from the audience.

“I am here to auction off one month of Poppet’s service. During that time, they will be yours to command as you see fit. They must be returned at the end of the month in the same condition they are now: all limbs attached and functioning.” Slipknot grinned at that.

Zera felt like they’d swallowed a stone. Poppet was their nemesis, sure, but that didn’t mean they deserved this. Hell, Zera almost enjoyed fighting the villain! They were smart and witty, something that Zera learned when getting to banter with them between blows. And lately, those blows had been barely connecting. The villain had been going easy on them for some reason. Zera hadn’t had so much as a nosebleed from fighting Poppet in the last month. And okay, yes, some of that was that Poppet had been suspiciously absent for the past few weeks, but the point still stood!

Poppet finally showed up, only for it to be here?

Slipknot was willing to sell their own apprentice? Like they were nothing more than a weapon, an object? A guard dog to be loaned and traded?

“The bidding starts at one million dollars,” Slipknot said.

Zera needed to get out of there. They needed to get back to their team, to report on this. To let everyone know just how ruthless Slipknot was.

But…

Wouldn’t it be useful to know just who bought Poppet’s services? That way they could make plans for what that villain might do. Maybe they could even rescue capture Poppet during that time. And Elijah had said they could stick around if they deemed it safe…

Their thoughts were cut off by a sharp sting in their neck, followed by a wave of coldness seeping out from that spot. They turned their head to see Viper, a villain specializing in poisons, standing a few meters away with a… blowgun?

They reached a hand—why was that so hard to do?—to their neck. Their fingers brushed against something, and they pulled it out.

A dart. She had hit them with a dart. A dart that had to have some kind of paralytic or sedative or something, because their body wasn’t responding correctly to their commands.

Viper touched a hand to her ear before speaking. “Yeah, caught them sniffing around just like you suspected. I’ll bring them down now.”

The next thing Zera knew, they were being manhandled. Time was acting funny, too fast and too slow at once, like molasses shot from a cannon. A blink later and they were dropped to the shiny wood floor of the stage.

“And as a bonus, I’ll include custody of the hero Foxfire to whoever wins the bid on Poppet,” Slipknot said smugly.

Zera’s eyelids were too heavy to stay open. The last thing they saw before they closed their eyes was Poppet, staring at them in horror from behind their mask.

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Zera woke up with a scream stuck in their throat. Everything ached, a bone-deep pain that seemed to throb in time with their heartbeat.

“I’m sorry,” came a small voice.

Zera managed to turn their head to see the speaker.

It was Poppet. They were no longer in their suit, but rather civilian clothing. The change in outfit revealed dark bruises ringing their wrists and decorating their arms. Zera winced in sympathy.

“I’m so sorry,” Poppet said again.

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Special thank-you to everyone who helped me come up with villain names to round out the crowd!

#with bloody outstretched hands #auction of evil #au #bailey the villain #bailey aka poppet #zera the hero #zera aka foxfire #supervillain is a manipulative bastard #asks answered #bthb #auction of evil bthb #non-con drugging #sedation #forced sedation

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wasteitonserendipity · 2 years

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Pairing: Mingyu x female reader

Genre: more adorably sweet fluff

Warnings: none that I can think of!

An: sorry it’s been a minute since I posted! I had some written for this but ended up scrapping it and rewriting it! Hopefully I’ll be able to wrap this up nicely soon ☺️ feedback is always welcome and my requests are also open!

“ I cant believe you let me win!” Mingyu whined from his spot on the makeshift bed next to you, controller in his hand and his signature pout on his lips.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckled, pecking him quickly on the cheek, “have you seen the face you make when you lose? It’s both the saddest thing and the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen!”

Tonight’s original plans for your one year anniversary had been foiled due to the unseasonable inclement weather, but in truly Mingyu/Yn fashion, you made the best of it.

Instead of going to the fancy restaurant you’d made reservations at, you opted for cooking together, something you didn’t get to do often due to conflicting work schedules. You both chose a meal that took a little more effort and little more finesse but absolutely paid off in the end.

Instead of taking a stroll around the park where you two had your first date, you instead made a Pinterest-esque blanket and pillow fort in your living room. Of course making sure to add the fairy lights and mini projector for games and movies.

And instead of the gorgeous black dress Mingyu had picked for you and the fitted three piece suit you’d picked for him, you were perfectly content in the matching pajama set Seungkwan had bought you guys as a joke. Little did he know that you two LOVED the dorky outfits and even said you planned on taking your Christmas pictures in them. You’d even made sure to send Seungkwan a picture of you two wearing them.

This would be your third round of Mario Kart and while mingyu was good at most games, this was one where he did not excel. So, maybe you held down the gas peddle a bit too long at the start and blew yourself up, giving him a bit of a head start. And maybe, just maybe you’d put yourself in the way of a few shells here and there.

“Well since you won,” you giggled, poking him in the ribs to get him to smile, “you get to pick the movie.”

Hearing this made him perk up a little bit. One of the things he loved doing with you was watching movies. So much so that he even had a running list of movie titles that he planned on showing you at some point or another.

“I know exactly what we’re watching,” he said with a mischievous grin.

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He’s not sure when it happened but Mingyu guessed somewhere around half way mark through Sleepless in Seattle you’d fallen asleep with your head on his lap. He knew this week had been extremely stressful for you and then for your anniversary plans to go sideways? He knew he had to make sure it was as relaxing as possible. As soon as you laid down, curling up in to a ball he could tell you were gonna fall asleep. It probably didn’t help that at some point he started absentmindedly starting playing with your hair which always lulled you to sleep.

This is it for me. This girl right here. He thought to himself as you lay peacefully on his legs.

He’d known since probably a month into seeing each other that you were his end game.

You were the one he wanted to wake up and fall asleep next to every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to be the reason for your biggest smiles and your happiest moments. He wanted to be the one to wipe away your tears and make you feel better when you were sad. He wanted forever with you.

And he’d been planning just that.

The small piece of gemstone and metal had been burning a hole in his pocket for a month now. And as much as he wanted to wake you up now and ask you that simple yet enormous question, it still wasn’t the right time.

He was waiting for the perfect moment.

<<previous masterlist next>>

#the best years series #mingyu x reader #Kim mingyu #seventeen fluff #mingyu fluff #seventeen writing #svt

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maebird-melody · 6 months

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Clockwork Fic, if you're still doing this ask game?

(I am! I just started this, saved it as a draft, then forgot to post it)

Oh, that’s a fun one. I had a really involved Danny Phantom themed dream that I quickly wrote down before I could forget all the details because it seemed like it would make an interesting story. The dream took some tangents, so the WIP is still being finessed to make all the pieces fit together properly.

So in my dream, Clockwork had an ability similar to Vlad's where he could split himself into many versions of himself. Except when Clockwork splits, each version is a different age. And unlike with Vlad's ability, the “clones” aren’t lesser versions of himself that dissipate into smoke when damaged. They are all equally him.

Clockwork was living in this floating metropolis in the Ghost Zone, the buildings extending forever upwards and downwards. In this city, The Observants act as a sort of secret police, keeping the peace and ousting dissidents. Clockwork had gotten on the bad side of the powers that be, so The Observants are hunting him.

Though their intelligence network is strong, Clockwork had kept his ability to split under wraps, and no one has seen him at every age his splits can take. When The Observants catch up to him, he'd already split into four. One of him stays behind to keep The Observants in his home busy. Another is forced to distract even more who were waiting outside. And one other provides a diversion at an inter-dimensional train station while the youngest of his splits sneaks aboard the last car.

He intended to recall his other splits to his youngest self once he was safely away, but he didn't count on The Observants capturing and time-locking them. So he takes the train to the human realm and hides himself under human guise in a sprawling town ruled by a king.

This is all essentially the setup for a story set in a fairytale-like earth setting (this part of the dream started getting a little off track, so I intend to consolidate characters and plot lines).

Clockwork slowly loses his sense of self the longer he is separated from his other splits, and therefore also loses his memories. While he's disguised as a human to hide his ectosignature from The Observants, this process is even quicker.

In the dream, he gets adopted by the king, but I'm keeping him on the streets instead, which is where he starts. Maybe he'll start working for a shopkeeper and use that money to pay for a small room above the shop. I haven't decided yet. He could just go full street rat.

Also, the king and his family were originally their own characters, separate from Danny and his family, but I think I want to combine them instead. Rather than the king's son dying and Clockwork becoming the heir apparent on a technicality, it's easier having Danny as the prince. Another change from the dream, Danny isn't Phantom in my WIP.

One thing I'm keeping is their encounter in the library. Danny is hiding from his family between stacks of books, and Clockwork, who simply enjoys reading, spots him acting strange over one of the shelves. They are about the same age (by this point Clockwork has been there for years) and hit it off almost immediately.

When Clockwork finds out Danny is the king's son, he decides it's better if he keeps his distance. But then a hole opens in reality and The Observants pour out.

Both Clockwork and Danny run, but Danny isn't fast enough, and since The Observants only know they are looking for someone about that age, sensed in this location, they take Danny instead of Clockwork.

The rest of the story is about Clockwork's attempts to rescue the prince, piecing bits of his memory together along the way.

I really am excited about this fic, but haven't gotten much further than the brainstorming phase. It's gonna be a long story, that I can tell for sure, and I have other commitments before I start another big project. But this is the gist of it!

#mae answers #ask game #tag game #writing wips #danny phantom #phanfic #clockwork

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atrial-ofhorror-if · 1 year

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Hey, y'all! It's that time of the month again~~ Time for a monthly update!!

I want to start this off with checking in on you guys. How's everyone doing? The year just started but it just feels like time is moving so fast already. I hope that this year will be much kinder to us all than it has been 🙏🏿🙏🏿 last year really tried to knock my dome top off, but I'm still here, so thats something. Let's all do our best, and kick or at least bruise the universes ass!

Clerical Updates

I have some changes that I'm planning for the Itch.io page, guys 👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿First thing first, I want to change the game's title screen. I had initially made it in Canva with the aid of a friend from work, but as I continue to work through the game, I feel like there could be a much more fitting image. However, your girl isn't a graphic designer, so I want to commission someone to make a header or some shit.

Then I want to add a game starting page into the actual demo. I’ve looked at some examples from other IF writers who have made one, but I think my code is wrong (as it usually is), so I’m pacing back and forth trying to figure out exactly how and what I’m doing wrong. stay tuned for the shenanigans, cause I bet its something super simple 🙃🙃

I've been slowing down in writing. I typically write in my Google docs app on my phone, it's easier than opening my laptop, but the app has been having hella issues. I think it's because of the document size, so it's been significantly slowing down my writing time. I've been looking into alternative apps, so if anyone has recommendations, let me know.

Game Progress

I am officially at 60k+ words!!

To be well (Alex’s Route): 49%

Search and Destroy (Mark's Route): <1%

Interlude (Intermission): 4%

So far, I have three big scenes left to write in Alex’s route.

North Wing. Nuff said.

Convergent: not to be confused with divergence

Isekai? Isekai.

Once I've written those scenes out, the rest will be smooth sailing. I just have ends to tie up and scenes to flesh out before I can finally push it into editing. I might do some of the fleshing out during editing to make it easier on myself (and to give myself a break), but I am just trying to go with the flow.

Once I push the game into editing, I'll take a break before I start on Mark's route. I'm still dealing with fatigue from Miss Rona despite having the same progress I had before I got sick but it just feels... weird. Like your girl is trapped in a slumber or something and I can't get out, but now I'm being anecdotal.

Back onto topic.

I want to talk about Mark's route for a moment. Because it truly is the bane of my existence, and I'm DREADING having to write it. I have three possible ways of how I want to deal with it:

Write the damn thing out, and stop bitching. Not ideal

Don't write it and be great 😤😤😤 most ideal

Release Alex's route once done with editing and worry about Mark at a later date. also not ideal cause then I have to come back to it! 🥴🤧😭

So, the last option is something I'm looking at real disrespectfully. Partially because I'm probably going to have to rewrite some of the subplots because when I plotted the outline for the entire episode, I had a precise idea of what was to occur. But Alex's route completely shifted from what was supposed to be there into something that I don't even recognize. Which isn't a bad thing, just… an inconvenience 🥴🥴

Therefore a lot of things that were supposed to happen just didn't. Which, again, isn't a bad thing. It just means that I need to reign the plot in again. I could finesse a lot of the content to make it flow, BUT that will take me some time.

So, in short... I still don't know what I'm gonna do!! 😭😭 but I probably will end up writing Mark's route cause I don't want to end up shorting you guys on content just cause I'm feeling lazy.

This episode has a LOT of variety in it. Like, I'm not even bullshitting. I'm aiming to make it so that you guys can replay it as often as you desire and still find new things you would have missed. (To make up for the fact that episode 2 probably won't be released until next year if we're being honest 🥴🥴)

The interlude isn't even something I'm thinking about at the moment. Partially because I'm trying to push through Episode 1, get done with Alex's Route and start on Mark's. A portion of it will still be in the update, but I'm debating if its going to be even smaller than what I intended it to be. Possibly? But again, I'm not so much of a planner as much as I am a 'go with the flow'er.

I'm hoping to drop pieces of the interlude this year until it's whole, instead of just writing the entire thing, cause I swear I'm not doing this shit again, lol 🤣🤣. Either way, I will keep you guys updated if anything changes.

I think that's it? If you guys have any questions, you know what to do. And if you need anything, let me know! I'm semi-available (not really) on the weekdays so I'll try to answer any asks as quickly as I can. But either way, love y'all 🤎🤎

#a trial of horror #if wip #twine game #interactive fiction #twine #interactive game #atoh #if game #if wips #horror if #horror games #cyoa

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skinslip · 10 months

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Last Days in the Southland AKA That Time I Was in a Weird Al Music Video and Also Sat in Front of Guillermo Del Toro During A Movie

"All this and it will still end." The ghost speaks to me with a whisper-hoarse voice of gravel and 2 packs a day of the cheapest clove cigarettes. I always had a thing for the smell of cloves. And not a smoking fetish but a love of the aesthetics of black lipstick holding a black clove, pulled away by finger nails painted black to exhale like a dragon. But the smoking was never arousing, just pleasant smelling.

Anyway I got sidetracked. Where was I? Oh yeah I was talking to the dead again. I'm sure this is a manifestation of the extremely apocalyptic ending of my current relationship, a monogamous union in which I struggled to remain faithful, always the shameless flirt with the autistic energy with the least finesse. But ironically it was her infidelity that would provide the final nail in that monogamous coffin.

That actually works, you know? The being authentically autistic and direct and wouldn't know know it all fucking works somehow. Lesbians love to baby the dorky autistic girl who makes them laugh. I can't tell you the number of kryptonite level babes have fallen for my quasimodo lookin' ass.

Back to the point at hand... It is probably a shocker to no one but if you are a bitter, manipulative, capricious, and lying fuck people won't help you when you need a place to stay after your breakup. So then I had two choices: 1) move in with my parents (no thanks) or 2) move in with my aunt in Austin and have an attempt at some independence.

"I miss you." The words flee from my mouth. I'm still talking to the dead. She drifts nearer and reached out with her hand to brush a tear from my f-

*****

My phone starts screaming "Battle Ready" by Otep and I shoot straight up to my feet and fly across the room to my cellphone charging at foot of the bed my friend Alex let me stay in as the dust of my life settled.

The ringtone ends before the first verse is done, before I am even awake. I stand there holding my phone, drenched in sweat. It's fucking 84F in my room, it's at least 10 degrees hotter outside. I groggily put the phone to my ear. "What?" I spit rocks into the phone before hacking up a bit of phlegm.

"You want in on this Weird Al music video or what?" It's Tim, an old friend from film school.

"Excuse me? What?" I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and destroy the last word completely.

"I'm doing a music video. Al is not here. But I have space to put you in the video but you have to get down to Huntington Beach by 3pm."

I rip the phone from my ear to check the time, plenty of time thankfully.

"Can you also fit my buddy Alex in? He's gonna be my ride either way."

"Yeah, man. I can use that tall ass dude too."

"We'll be there A.S.A.P." I end the call before I get a reply. Waking Alex is a pain in the ass usually but today...

"Hey, dude. Get up, we're gonna be in a Weird Al music video-"

And Alex shoots up, completely awake. "Are you fuckin' with me?"

"Nope, get ready already!"

youtube

So we do a photo shoot with Tim that lasts all of 20 minutes. Alex gets to be Steven Seagal's ponytail and I get to be an email scammer. Hollywood is glamorous like that. But after Tim invites us to attend a special screening of The Man Who Laughs (1928) at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences in their Samuel Goldwyn Theater.

[That's meeeeee, Circa 2012]

And my goddess the movie was incredible. Conrad Veidt menaces the screen, his visage clearly the inspiration for the original Joker. His rictus grin lives firmly in my memory, something I will probably never forget. I sob into the final moments.

Then the credits roll, I am transfixed, I am changed, I am awash with emotions. And I stand, turn around to look around the room and standing right behind me is Guillermo Del Toro who has been sitting behind me the whole film, and he probably noticed my heaving sobs near the end. Which felt embarrassing in that moment as our eyes locked but now is rather sweet, to be overwhelmed by emotions by a piece of art in front of your favorite artist. He doesn't know my name but he may forever remember this random person overcome with emotion at the power of cinema, and that's pretty damn cool. I smile at him and he turns and immediately leaves. I don't need to bother him at all, it was just a really cool moment.

The next day I leave for Austin, Texas to begin a very dark chapter of my life. And my ghosts follow me.

[A screenshot of a page listing the time and day of The Man Who Laughs from hollywoodgothique.com ]

#Youtube #weird al #al yankovic #weird al yankovic #guillermo del toro #the man who laughs #samuel goldwyn theater

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mywifeleftme · 7 months

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195: Run the Jewels // Run the Jewels

Run the Jewels Run the Jewels 2013, Fool's Gold

Even as someone who was very hyped for this monster mash album to drop back in 2013, I could’ve used El-P and Killer Mike’s chances at becoming mainstream music stars as a creative simile for extreme remoteness. Run the Jewels started life as a Watch the Throne joke—e.g. while you pay obeisance to the supposed kings, we’re behind them jacking their shit. The name seemed right: any time you put Mike on a pop-adjacent track, he sounded too brash, too angry to fit the scheme, whereas El-P probably scanned to most listeners as like, Comic-Con Bubba Sparxxx or something. It remains bizarre to contemplate that El-P’s original crew, Company Flow, released their groundbreaking Funcrusher EP a year before Jay-Z’s Reasonable Doubt, and Mike had been OutKast’s war dog since the turn of the century. In other words, these were two rapper’s rappers who made a living on rhymes but didn’t seem likely to have say great prospects of retiring comfortably.

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It just goes to show what a creative release strategy (Run the Jewels dropped for free at a time when that concept still had some novelty) and an absolute banger record can do for ya. After years of ambitious, CD-stuffing projects by both men, Run the Jewels is a trim 33-minute object lesson in the power of elite shit-talking. Ten years on their particular chemistry is fixed enough to be fondly roasted, but at the time I’d never heard either man rap as freely, or hilariously, as they did here. Some particularly treasured bars:

Woo, they done let that fuckin' Mike out It's like Tyson in the '80s Nigga snap and punch your lights out, yeah It's like Tyson in the '90s, if I'm losing, take a bite out I'm so motherfuckin' grimy, so motherfuckin' greedy, gritty Mama said she couldn't breastfeed 'cause I was bitin' at the titty — Mike

Yo, Killer Mike and El-P, fuck boys, think about it Fuck you gonna sell me? You don't know a thing about us Women dosed with ayahuasca drum circle and sing about us Dolphins prone to rape'll hear the tape and stop to think about it Monks will immolate themselves until the record hits the shelves Yetis walk right out the woods to cop it without thinkin' bout it Workers at the sweatshop kill they boss to how the vets drop Worker ants surround their queen and chew the bitch's head off Drug dogs bark at the tour bus when it park Priests take the cock out of their mouths To hum along when the chorus drop — El-P

It's time for Skywalker talkers t’meet the true Darth Vader I hit your mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respect Before I Melvin on you, Jody, put my arm on your neck Or worse yet, be the reason your girl want a divorce Be at her crib with your kids saying ‘Fuck your fort, lil' nigga!’ — Mike

Born to the next-gen system Slow water drip to the temple to live in a prison When the walls don't appear to your vision One floor down from that mall's that prison Where shower stalls'll get all y'all missin' Pardon me, I got half-wit vision But fuck I know? I just crawled here, cap'n — El-P

I'm fat but I dress nice, and bitches finesse Mike They suck the dick and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes — Mike

I'ma smoke 'til the planet erases Build a white flag out of Zig Zags, wave it — El-P

And so on. Alongside El-P’s signature production, limber and consistently knocking, it is the sheer “What will they say next?” pleasure of two elite battle rappers trading the mic back and forth (something that doesn’t happen on Watch the Throne as often as you might remember) that scratched the deep itch of boom-bap-bro nation. Over three more excellent LPs to date, they’ve expanded their sound and skewed ever more topical, but RTJ have never abandoned the template that made them unlikely stars. And for my money at least, it’s this first one that best stands the test of time.

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satoshi-mochida · 1 year

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Publisher Sony Interactive Entertainment and developer Insomniac Games have revealed the first gameplay video, a new cinematic, and new screenshots for Marvel’s Spider-Man 2.

Get the latest details below, via PlayStation Blog.

The Great Hunt begins

Let’s Get Symbiotic

My advice: get cozy with the L1 button because you’re gonna love it. The super-popular suit can strike fear in almost anyone who comes face-to-face with it, but Kraven isn’t just anyone and his highly trained Hunters aren’t afraid of a brawl. Fret not! New combat abilities can neutralize our new headstrong opponents with a little finesse. Strike back with aggressive parries to gain the upper-hand, or cast a web to shunt enemies between a hard place and a harder place. You can also activate a classic dodge to get out of danger – but don’t get too comfortable; some attacks can’t simply be dodged and will require a parry to properly evade them!

Our animators put the work in to deliver a much more impulsive Peter Parker, fitting for the symbiote bonded to his person, without sacrificing his combative finesse. New takedowns humble even the most rugged enemies, and new combat animations push Spider-Man’s limits. I mean, did you see what Spider-Man did to this guy? In Marvel’s Spider-Man 2, we’re putting respect on the Black Suit and giving it the story it deserves. In this installment, we’re really delving into Peter’s personal relationship with the Symbiote and how it affects those closest to him…

More Miles Per Hour

Speaking of which, this sequel features not one but TWO playable Spider-Heroes, as Miles Morales returns in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 and is a key player in our story. In this demo, Miles is in Harlem hot on Lizard’s tail. Speed is of the essence in many ways than one. First, get a glimpse at the near-instant switching between both our playable Spider-Men. And if that wasn’t enough, traversal gets a significant speed boost in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2! Cue the Web Wings, which can be deployed by either Spider-Man to move about the city swiftly and urgently. Use wind tunnels between skylines to move with haste and behold the capabilities of the PS5 console’s SSD as you soar above the concrete jungle, zipping past all manner of cars, buildings, and people (and pigeons). If you thought traversal in our first two games was exhilarating, just wait until you experience it firsthand in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2.

Bringing Down the Warehouse

After a brief flight across town, Miles has tracked Connors inside the Harlem Fish Market. By the looks of it, Kraven’s hunters are making a move on him, so it’s time to clear them out.

In Marvel’s Spider-Man fashion, players can approach encounters with stealth or fists of fury, or both. Regardless of your approach, there are new gadgets and abilities that complement different playstyles. One of the new gadgets we’re excited about is the Web Line, a new way to sneak around the environment to get the drop on enemies. Cast a line over a couple of Hunters and watch as Spider-Man performs a dual takedown… a Marvel’s Spider-Man first! Like his mentor before him, Miles Morales also has some new abilities and gadgets at his disposal. On the gadget front, we showed off the Web Grabber, a new gadget that pulls enemies together to an isolated spot. This allows Miles to chain one of his new abilities, the Thunder Burst, unleashing an electrifying ground-pound against a group of foes. You also saw a glimpse of the Chain Lightning ability, which has a shocking radius of effect on any nearby enemies.

The Lizard’s in the Details

Whether you’re sneaking through interiors or exploring our city streets, Marvel’s New York is brought to life in ways only possible on PlayStation 5 console.

Be Greater Together

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 is due out for PlayStation 5 this fall.

Watch the new videos below. View the new screenshots at the gallery.

Introducing Kraven the Hunter

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thekimspoblog · 10 months

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Can't remember which fic I was reading. The story was good overall, but I had a very minor nitpick:

To kill time, it mentions Kim and Jimmy trying to play Monopoly? Now that could be a whole fic in and of itself! BB/BCS characters playing Monopoly, a game that is mostly dumb luck and the only "strategy" involves a willingness to screw everyone else over; what a fitting metaphor!

But NOOOooo, Rabbit! C'mon! Jimmy would not just steal the cards while Kim wasn't looking! Jimmy cheats when something he perceives as important is on the line, when he's bored, or when he wants to lash out at authority. Playing a board game with Kim is none of those! It's just a fun game; why would Jimmy want to cheat, let alone so brazenly? There'd be no sport in it!

There'd be no sport in letting Kim win either! She'd figure out what he was doing, and put him in a headlock for it, and Jimmy knows this. So in my mind, here's the only logical way this could play out:

Starts out casual, gets competitive. VERY COMPETITIVE. You know the drill: bragging/trash talk/flirting. Neither is ignorant about the tension in the room, the need to keep it light. And they do; they try their best. But what do you expect to happen? They both have such big personalities.

Eventually, Jimmy is pulling so far ahead, that the game is getting boring. So then Kim starts getting cheeky. Not by doing anything obvious like stealing the cards. But just... using liberal/alternative interpretations of the rules.

Jimmy decides alright, two can play at that game. Things escalate, and eventually it does become more of a "cheating at boardgames" competition than a Monopoly game. Maybe Jimmy does just start palming cards by this point. But the bottom line is that there's still an odd level of sportsmanship to it, even while two lawyers absolutely torture the rules of the game beyond recognition. They have no respect for the rules, but they still respect eachother. And they do respect THE GAME; pushing and pulling the lines to press eachother' buttons... it's a dance, it's art, it takes finesse.

Four hours in, all the fun has gone. They are wine-drunk, tired, stressed about this game for reasons they can't even remember, and they accidentally start dragging in their personal baggage. I don't care how stable your marriage is, you play Monopoly for more than two hours, things are gonna start to get ugly.

They both agree this was a bad idea and end the game unfinished. It almost looks like they're going to go to bed POed at eachother, but Jimmy can't stop picking at the issue. The argument over the game(/other baggage) resumes and leads to angry sex.

Angry sex quickly dissolves back into comfy, "been married for almost two decades" Friday night sex. It's just a stupid game, after all. Why get so wound up about it? It's not like either of them really cared about winning.

I mean assuming this story is set in the Breaking Bad universe, they would never get through a quiet night alone, without a client calling with an emergency or Lalo coming in to kill everyone. But this isn't Breaking Bad; this is the world of domestic fanfiction. Where our blorbos have the luxury of bickering like an old couple.

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water-you-doing-bro · 10 months

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Requesting by a sweet anon for poly jercy + their oc Isãbella, the daughter of Thanatos! Fair warning, this is my first time writing jercy and I haven’t read it in a while so idk how well this is gonna work out [sweat drop] I hope you like it, nonnie! <33 Characters: Percy, Jason, OFC Pairings: Percy/Jason/OFC Warnings: none that I can think of but please don't hesitate to let me know if I should add anything! Word Count: 2,867

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Things had been quiet lately. That should have been the first sign that things were about to go to shit.

But after everything, everyone just wanted to relax and take the time to heal. They let the drop in monster attacks and the lack of prophecies lull them into a false sense of security and now they were paying for it.

It started off as a normal enough day. Isãbella got up, showered, and met her boys outside so they could walk to the pavilion for breakfast together.

“Good morning, boys,” she said, smiling and biting back a laugh. Jason was dressed, bright-eyed and bushy tailed as ever. Percy, however, was leaning heavily into Jason’s side, head dropped on the blonde’s shoulder as he drooled. His hair was a mess, as always, and he was still wearing his pajamas.

Isã pecked his cheek and giggled when he mumbled something that could have been anything from ‘good morning’ to ‘fuck off.’ He really wasn’t a morning person.

Together, she and Jason dragged Percy to the pavilion and sat him down at the Poseidon table. Isã ignored the rules, as usual, and sat with him, while Jason had to go sit alone at the Zeus table. But he was only alone until Leo skipped over and plopped down beside him, also as usual, with a complete and utter disregard for the rules.

After breakfast, with Percy now fully awake and fit to bursting with energy, they went to the arena to spar together, training in each other’s weapons.

Percy and Isã were both quick to pick up the spear from Jason. Percy because he was, infuriatingly enough, a natural with just about any weapon he got his hands on, and Isã because it was close enough to her scythe that she made the adjustments easily. Jason already had experience with a sword, so he had a leg to stand on, but Isã struggled a bit with the difference in reach and weight distribution. Both of her boys were absolutely terrible with a scythe, though, and Isã had a field day watching them swing the top-heavy weapon around with no finesse.

Once they’d had enough of that for the day, and after they’d cleaned up, Percy bundled them into his car and drove them back to the city to visit his mom, Paul, and little baby Estelle. They had to stop to fill up on gas a few miles from the city. Percy pulled into a little run-down gas station and Jason went inside to buy them drinks.

Isã chatted absently with Percy while he pumped gas, her leaning against the side of the car and Percy against the gas pump. Only a few minutes had passed before there was a loud crash from inside the building and they heard Jason yell.

Isã and Percy were both moving in an instant. Riptide sprung to life in Percy’s hand and Isã summoned her scythe Theristí̱s, Reaper, into her hand and the world seemed to darken as they barreled into the little shop.

“Jason!” She snarled when she saw the cyclops towering over Jason and lunged without a second thought. She swung Reaper with a guttural cry. The monster whirled around and caught her blade on his club with a laugh.

“Little spawn of Death, huh?” he chuckled and dodged her next swing. “I haven’t met one of you before.” he smirked. “Not often that dear old Thanatos meets a mortal and leaves them alive long enough to get pregnant, let alone actually give birth to the monstrosity. Though I guess he came back for her soon enough, huh?” He leered at her, and Isãbella saw red.

Her mom was a bit of a sore spot, and apparently this random cyclops had managed to figure that out. She’d met her dad, learned about the demigod world, and lost her mom all in one terrible, horrible night. Amanda Rivera was the most wonderful, kind-hearted woman and she had been the best mother to someone as weird as Isãbella had been growing up. And then one night, when she was eight years old, Isã had woken up in the middle of the night to a loud crash coming from the living room.

She’d crawled out of bed and snuck down the hall. She peeked around the corner and saw a giant, monstrous black dog snarling at her mom. Her mom was waving a weird, glowing stick at it and yelling. There was a weird twisting in her tummy and it was scaring her. Then the big dog had lunged at her mom and they both screamed. Something dark and scary burst inside her belly and suddenly the dog was looking right at her with glowing red eyes. Isãbella lunged for the weird glowing stick her mom had dropped and in a blind panic, swung it at the dog. It exploded into a weird golden dust and Isã just stood there for a moment, panting. She was confused and scared and she wanted her mom. But when she turned to find her, she saw red soaking into their carpet and a strange man cradling a second, sorta see-through copy of her mom in his arms. He had long black hair, ghostly pale skin, and huge, dark wings sprouting from his back. He promised to be right back after he took her mom ‘home’ and when he returned, he explained that he was her father and she was a demigod. She got brought into the world of gods and monsters the hard way, like most demigods did unfortunately. After explaining everything to her, Thanatos had scooped her up and carried her to Camp Half-Blood where she lived in the Hermes Cabin as just one more unclaimed little girl with no family and no home.

When she turned twelve, however, Thanatos had appeared in the middle of the night and taken her away from Camp. He explained that there was a war coming and he did not want to lose her to it. So he trained her and kept her hidden away from the other gods. Took her with him to collect souls and disguised her as a nymph so no one would question it. She learned to harness her powers and how to defend herself.

After Kronos was defeated, Thanatos sent her to another camp, Camp Jupiter, to help Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, as an ambassador of the Underworld to the Romans because apparently there were Romans now. She and Nico grew close pretty fast, and she helped him resurrect his sister Hazel, even though she knew it meant something had happened to her dad.

When Percy Jackson suddenly showed up at Camp Jupiter with no memories except for his best friends’ names, she had tried to stay away. But Percy was magnetic. He drew you in without even trying and before you knew it, he’d dragged you down into the undertow and there was no escaping it even if you’d wanted to. She hadn’t had the chance to get to know him when he first arrived at Camp Half-Blood since her father had snatched her away barely a year after he arrived. But now, she could see why everyone was so drawn to him, why Nico loved him.

Then she’d met Jason Grace and he was almost Percy’s polar opposite. Where Percy was dark and wild, almost blurry around the edges like a glitching video game, Jason was bright and rigid, all sharp edges with fraying seams like a paper that had been folded and unfolded too many times until it was on the cusp of falling apart. Where Percy wore his heart on his sleeve and put love and friends and family and loyalty above all else, Jason was hard to read, keeping his emotions close to his chest and putting duty and honor before all.

But they were also so terribly similar. They both exuded a warmth and calm that made you feel safe and loved and protected. They both fought with a vicious fury for what they believed it. Neither of them knew when to quit or how to say no. They both gave all of themselves when asked, put everything they had into everything they did. They were both stubborn and gentle and unwaveringly kind. They both had a terrible habit of self-sacrifice and were prone to aggressive overprotectiveness.

Really it was no wonder they fell for each other. And it was no wonder that Isãbella fell for both of them.

When Percy fell into Tartarus with Annabeth, unwilling to let his best friend suffer alone, Jason had just about fallen apart. All of them had. When they got Percy and Annabeth back, as soon as Percy woke up, Jason had pulled him into a desperate kiss and begged him to never do that again.

Isã had been okay, at first, watching from afar. She was content to just be their friend, even if she wished they could be more. But then Cupid had to go and fuck with them, forcing Nico to out himself and forcing her to admit her crushes on both Jason and Percy. It was rough, and it hurt, but they would have managed. Except Jason had been there, had heard and seen and witnessed it all and Isã knew that she was going to lose them forever.

Except then Jason had hugged her and told her he loved her and Percy loved her too but they had both been too scared that she would find it weird to date both of them while they were also dating each other but he was so happy she felt the same but he also assured her that he wouldn’t say anything to Percy until she was ready and he promised Nico that he wouldn’t tell anyone about his secret without his permission.

For a few weeks, everything had been perfect and Isãbella could almost forget that they were facing the end of the world. Nico had taken off with Reyna, Coach Hedge, and the Athena Parthenos to shadow travel them back to Camp Half-Blood and hopefully stop the two camps from going to war while the rest of them sailed off towards Greece to face down the Giants.

Sometimes, Isã felt like she shouldn’t be there. She wasn’t a part of the prophecy, she wasn’t one of the Seven, but the others assured her that with an extra pair of hands and her rather terrifying weapon, well, the more the merrier, right? And she quickly found that she could talk to Nico in their dreams.

Death and Dreaming were closely related after all, and her father had told her that she might have some control over dreams. So she was able to keep her friends updated on Nico’s progress and keep Nico updated on how everyone else was doing as well. She played messenger between her friends on the Argo II and people back at the camps, trying to stall the battle long enough for Nico to arrive with the Athena Parthenos and for the Argo II to arrive at the Parthenon in Greece and put an end to the Giants.

When Gaea woke, and Jason and Leo and Percy had faced off against her (to storm or fire the world must fall) she had been terrified. The dark, twisting sensation she felt in her gut whenever someone died and their soul was ready to be passed on to the Afterlife was omnipresent that whole fight. She couldn’t rely on it to tell her if one of her boys was dying because so many demigods and monsters were dying all around her, her senses were overwhelmed with deathdeathdeath and it was all she could do to stay grounded in her body enough to be aware of her surroundings.

She felt her wings explode into the physical plane, so dark they seemed to suck the light out of the air surrounding her. With a mighty flap, she had launched herself into the air and sent shadows rippling across the battlefield. She cut through monsters and pulled their essences into her shadowy wings, calling them into Death and holding them there.

She tried not to focus on the hurricane and the firestorm and the raging winds behind her, couldn’t afford to split her attention like that. Still, she prayed to her father that they would be safe. She knew the prophecy, knew that one of them was going to die (an oath to keep with a final breath) and she didn’t want to lose any of her new friends. But selfishly, so gods damned selfishly, she couldn’t help but pray that it was anyone but Jason or Percy.

When the dust settled and the battle was over and she could finally, finally shift her focus, she was met with the sight of Jason and Percy stumbling to shore, their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders for support. She launched herself into the air once more and flew over as fast as she could. At the sight of their grief-stricken faces, she knew Leo was gone, that he had given his life to bring Gaea down. She pulled her boys close to her and wrapped them safely in her arms and cocooned them within her shadowy wings even as they flickered and began to disappear back into their plane of existence as her emotions dropped.

Things had been hard, afterword, with funerals and rebuilding and trying to make amends and create a relationship between the two camps. Then Leo came back, Calypso in tow. Then the camps were rebuilt, Greeks making friends with Romans and Romans making friends with Greeks.

Things were finally getting better.

But then a monster attacked Jason in a little run-down gas station just outside NYC and suddenly Isãbella felt all of eight years old again, watching her mom get attacked by a beast she had no name for.

She screamed, something raw and primal exploding inside her as she lunged once more at the cyclops. At some point, she’d dropped her scythe, so she drew the knives she kept hidden in her sleeves. Her wings burst into existence, sending cheap shelves crashing to the floor and breaking through decaying wood. It was cramped and she had no room to use them but in her blinding rage she could not will them away so she simply pulled them in tight to her back and ignored them.

Somewhere, Isã could hear Percy yelling at her to stop, to calm down, but he was easy to ignore with the rushing in her ears and focus instead on the sound of the cyclops’ laugh. She snarled viciously and the lights in the small store exploded.

They were plunged into darkness.

No light streamed through the windows even though it was just past noon, and Isã knew that the only light the others could see in the room were her bright, silver eyes as they glowed and the glint of her teeth when she gave the monster a feral grin.

She could see in the dark perfectly well, but the cyclops couldn’t. Therefore, it never saw her coming when she snuck up behind it and slit its throat with her knife.

She watched as it choked, then crumbled to dust, mind blank.

Sunlight slowly seeped through the windows and illuminated the store once more and she felt her wings flicker out of the physical plane.

She kicked the pile of dust and spat on it for good measure before turning to finally check on her boyfriends.

Jason was sitting up now, leaning against Percy’s side and blinking at her dazedly. Percy watched her calmly, his arm wrapped around Jason’s shoulders.

“He’s alright, Isã,” Percy said softly, no doubt reading the lingering fear and worry in her tense muscles. “He’s probably got a small concussion but it’s nothing a little ambrosia won’t fix.”

Isãbella let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding and walked over to them, dropping to her knees. She reached out to cradle Jason’s cheek and let out a shaky breath. He gave her a tired smile and leaned into her palm. She reassured herself that she could not sense Death lingering around them, couldn’t feel her father’s presence about to swallow the warmth surrounding them in that moment, and finally let herself relax.

She dropped her head on Jason’s shoulder and took a moment to just breathe. She hated seeing either of her boys hurt, it gutted her and twisted at something deep in her chest every time it happened.

Jason shifted and gently kissed her temple. She felt Percy start running his hands through her hair.

“Come on,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her crown. “Let’s get outta here. Can’t keep Estelle waiting forever.”

She let out a watery laugh, not entirely sure when she’d started crying, and helped Percy pull Jason to his feet. There was ambrosia waiting in the car and once they’d broken off a corner for him to eat, Jason would be right as rain.

They made it to Sally’s apartment just in time for a late lunch while helping her bake blue chocolate chip cookies.

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