#poisoned empanadas

[rmoonstoner]

18+ content. You have been warned!

Okay, so, the top 3 fics I am working on at the moment:

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# 1 - Cream & Sugar - Complete LINK

One shot, currently sitting at 12k words. Story part done, now I need to add more nasty to it. Orgasm denial and overstimulation for Peter. P in v sex, cream pie, Peter is tied to a lawn chair and you have your way with him, breeding kink, he begs a lot, blah blah blah.

Sub!Spider-Man Noir x Dom!spider!fem!reader (I think it's soft Dom, but you decide.)

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# 2 - Just A Taste - Part 2

Second part of Just A Taste. Peter takes you on a simple date. Yes. More sex. I was thinking public sex, maybe they get caught by someone? I dunno. Haven't decided. Story part is done, just whipping up the nasty. More creampie monster fuckery.

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider Peter Parker x Sorceress!fem!reader

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# 3 - Poisoned Empanadas - Chapters 5 - 10

So much more story. Real people sex! You get nothing more out of me.

Spider-Man 2099 Miguel O'Hara x fem!spider!reader

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Runner ups:

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# 4 - No name as of yet, might be chaptered, might not be

Tiny bit of story, monster fucker sex with a magic man that looks like a demonic tentacle demon. Much nasty.

Eldritch Horror/Watcher/Supreme Doctor Stephen Strange x Watcher's Assistant!fem!reader

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# 5 - Decent into Madness

This is pure filth and crack for me. Written by me, for me, and I am sharing for others to enjoy. I am counting this as a size kink, breeding kink, monster fucker (because it's MOTHER FUCKING BEAST FROM THE X-MEN! I DON'T DO REGULAR HUMAN HANK, SORRY.) and it's nasty.

Dark Beast x Mutant!fem!reader

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I am also working on other various fics and projects and requests, but they aren't as high up on my priority list at the moment. If have seen some requests, don't worry, I haven't forgotten. My muse to write is saying do these now.

❤️ 💙

#poisoned empanadas #just a taste part 2 #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #man spider #spider man #peter parker #miguel o'hara smut #peter parker smut #man spider smut #spider man noir #spider man noir smut #spider noir #spider noir x reader #peter parker x reader #doctor strange smut #doctor strange supreme smut #doctor strange x reader #dark beast xmen #beast hank maccoy #beast hank mccoy x reader #monster fucker #moon knight #jake lockley #18+ fanfic #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley smut #spider reader #sorceress reader #fem!reader

[mileena--kahnumm]

#poison #final fight #street fighter #ultra street fighter iv #GOOFY POST #something I saw on twitter then I jumped on board and did it #the empanada meme I guess idk...

[oheck-trainwreck]

Tethered.

okay i'm actually caught up on streams now, so i can make theories without feeling stupid :D

I think that being around eggs grounds q!bad in a way nothing else quite can. we saw it with Empanada on Tuesday, when Bad was kind of on the same memory train most of the time, with only a few resets (which were when he wandered off, away from Bagi and Empanada), as well as yesterday with Dapper, when he only had a couple of minor issues (like the church). This rather fits what's been happening for the past 2 months, with basically all of Bad's issues arising in the absence of eggs.

I think this is solidified by one specific example from yesterday, in which Phil, Bad, Etoiles and Dapper are hanging out in the gym. Bad looks at a flower, like he's about to have a little memory reset and go steal it, but then looks to Dapper and things proceed as normal.

I'm curious and excited to see how this plays into stuff in the future, especially considering the possibility that bad dies (probably temporarily) from radiation poisoning. If he goes away from being alive, even just for a short time, will he completely lose all of his memories? Only time will tell.

Um. anyway all this to say the caption is 'tethered' because the eggs, most specifically Dapper, tether Bad to reality. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#q! are implied obv #ough it got a little rambly whatevs thats what the 'read more' is for :D #please be nice it is 3 am at the time of my writing this #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp fanart #qsmp theories #qsmp dapper

[prenzea]

"it's a drawing of dapper, for when you are alone."

EMPANADA MY SWEET ANGEL BABY GIRL.

SHE'S CONFRONTING BBH ABOUT THE RADIATION POISONING.

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp empanada

[sweetbluebanisters]

Ultraviolent

'cause I was filled with poison

But blessed with beauty and rage

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Who Controlling!Miguel Ohara x Sweet!Reader

Warnings Contains!Smut, Violence, Abuse

Backstory A sweet bartender from the coast of California clashes with a mean man, who never doesn’t get his way. Two different personalities, don’t always work out in ways you’d wish

SPOILER ALERT

Ch. I sweet as sugar

Ch. ll Deadly Nightshade

I’ll proofread it later I’m too lazy to rn. 😭

I'm gonna post the 3rd chapter it's jus I've been packing for vacation so give me a good day or 2

Sometimes, looking down at Nuvea York was too much to you. You missed the palm trees and the smell of the salty ocean, the way your hair would look when emerging from the oceans water. The towels, the fun. Here, in Nueva York, without constantly being around Miguel and Jess, you found yourself fighting boredom.

You would go and talk to people you somewhat knew, but you couldn't talk to them like you could the people back home, when you tried expressing the way you felt to Miguel, it felt like his reaction was just a 'suck it up, buttercup'. Without permission, sometimes you would go back home. For a little nap in your pretty pink sheets, you felt like a princess in your apartment, there you just felt like a liability, don't get me wrong, people loved you and you enjoyed your time there, but a break was very much needed.

And this time was one of those times. Miguel said the same thing everyday

'cup of coffee, please'

'write down the dimensional reports, thanks.'

'do you mind getting me _____'

as much as you wished to spend more time with your boss crush, it was time you gave yourself that break. So, when lunch time came, you decided to use that time to go back home, take a nap. Maybe even watch a movie.

You lied in your cold sheets, a warm blanket hugged you as your bedroom TV shuffled, looking for the perfect show to ease your nerves and help your slumber.

Your windows in your apartment were propped open, seeping the California sun into your room, you heard trees Russell and yelling, but the sounds only promoted your sleep. You eventually found yourself talking a well deserved

6 hour fucking nap. You were so refreshed when you woke up, you even stretched from the lack of movement for so long. As peaceful as it was, you were then disturbed from your moment of bliss. Looking at you watch to see 30 missed calls from Miguel, 10 from Jen, and 15 from Lyla. How you slept through so many calls, you have no idea.

But you knew once you got back to the Spider society, you were in for a rather rude awakening.

You stood in front of the man's office your were too scared to approach, only being severely yelled out once. This time had to be worse, you sigh as Jess looks at you, she can tell you're tensed up as she rubs your shoulder. "Good luck, girl." She snickers, before turning around, and walking away. Caressing her belly in the process.

Did you forget to mention that she was pregnant? Yeah, what a surprise. But right now, you have bigger problems to worry about.. bigger.

You slowly peered through the door you opened, looking around for any surprise figure of Miguel as you walked in, cautiously strutting to the man who stood tense with anger on the platform, his fist balled, his stance laced with furry. You couldn't deny it anymore, you were terrified of this mans wrath.

Standing a good 20 feet away from the platform, you stare up as the floating platform lowered itself, very, very slowly.

"Miguel, look. I know that I probably worried you, but I promise I just needed a nap back home.. and I got caught up!" You confess, the words falling out from your mouth as Miguels platform reaches the bottom, you notice that he isn't moving from his position, the awkwardness suffocates you before you continue.

"Look, I got your favorite. Empanada-" You were then cut off by his red glow for webs catching onto the Styrofoam box filled with empanadas as he tossed them in the trash.

"Miguel! I payed for that-"

"You're so careless, so fucking careless."

His eyes meet yours before stepping off the platform, his tall, intimidating figure approaches you slowly. "Look, it was just a nap." You sigh, his ears perk up as he laughs. That was not a 'haha, so funny' laugh. That was a 'I'm about to loose my mind' laugh.

"I called you, thirty times. thirty times. How the hell could you not wake up from a blaring noise that rang thirty times!" His voice echos off his stone office walls, looking at you before raising an eyebrow. Oh, he expects an answer?

"Miguel, I'm bored! I have nothing else to commit to beside a coffee order with two pumps of French vanilla creamer and one sugar pack with blended ice."

"Do you think this job is a joke, muñeca?" His frame towers over you, your legs begin to feel weak, either you're scared or you find this somewhat hot, probably both. "Well, no of course not but it seems like all I'm good for is bringing you coffee and writing down notes. I have not fought by your side in 2 months!" You shout, only honesty escaping from your mouth as he nods, sarcastically. He grabs the closet thing to him, that wasn't myself but an office chair as he chunks it the the opposite Side of his office, making you flinch from the sudden crash.

"So you just want to be fired, am I correct?" Miguel seethes, looking down at you with his hands on his hips. His eyes hued red, and honestly you felt a little tingle from somewhere.. that you shouldn't "No! No. of course not! All I'm saying is a little more action would be nice." You explain, he sucks his teeth before pausing, standing this close to this man was a literal gift from God himself.

"How badly do you want this job, princesa?" His voice lowers an octave and you can tell your body is responding in ways it definitely shouldn't His big frame gets closer to you as he slowly, but surely backs you up into the nearest wall.

"Really bad, I swear!" your voice raises an octave, swallowing hard as his eyes level to yours, staring at your doe ones as you look in shame, he's trying to discipline you and you're getting off to it, you try to avoid his eye contact by turning your head in the opposite direction, but his right hand connects to your jaw, making you face him while squeezing your cheeks creating a small pout with your lips.

"So beg." With that tone, you know that he's being serious. Your eyes widen as he lets go of your jaw, before resting that hand to his side, standing up straight and peering now down at you. "What?" You mumble, your face laced with confusion and embarrassment.

"I don't like repeating myself, niñita." You don't know how you are still standing, at all. You look down, and keep quiet before he backs up just a little "I guess its not that important to-" He begins, but your head shifts upward as you shake your head.

"No! no. Just, please. I really want this job, Miguel." You voice weak as you look up at the man for his approval, he shakes his head in disappointment "Come on, is that really what you think begging is?" He snickers, you sigh in shame as you keep your eyes looked

"I really want this job Miguel, need it. Please, you don't know how much I want it, Miguel." Now, although that was rather weak for a beg. You're not going to be on your hands and knees begging for a job you barely get payed to do.

"You sound pathetic." The man laughs as you scoff, trying to get away from his rather scary build, he grabs your shoulder keeping you in place before speaking up "Tell me, ________. Why do you want this job so bad? You don't even get payed the desired amount." He smiles, you can tell he finds pleasure in seeing you embarrassed, pressing your buttons to get some sort of reaction out of you.

"And don't lie." His voice low, very low. His eyes are low as well, waiting patiently for your answer "I'm just bored here and its enough for rent, Miguel and-"

"You begged for your job back just because you're bored? sounds like a lie, ________." He pokes fun at you as you groan, giving him the answer that not only he wants to hear, but is also the truth

"and, because I get to be near you." you mumble, too ashamed to say out loud and to his face, he puts his hand to his ear "What was that, dear? Couldn't quiet hear-"

"and because I get to be near you." Your tone just a bit louder, but he accepts the effort, nodding with approval.

"Thought so, good job." He pats, so casually before turning around and approaching his platform. "What did you even call me thirty times for?" Your voice shoots back to the man and he answers, not turning around to look at you though.

"A coffee."

You look at his broad back side with disbelief plastered on your face, you hear a slight laugh escapes him as your fist ball "You made me beg for my job back because you wanted fucking coffee?!"

"I could tell you enjoyed it, Mrs. Pricesa."

After all of, what happened. You really did not feel like facing Miguel, at all. You weren't mad, but embarrassed, and ashamed. You decided to occupy yourself around the building, this probably would've been a more appropriate time to take a nap.

It's fairly late, you think about just sleeping in the sleeping hub in the building. But you were starving, and a nice desert really was in your taste for right now. You walk to the cafeteria, that closes in about a half an hour.

You approach the counter before looking at the desert section of the menu, you feel the cafeteria staff's eyes upon you as you figure out what your taste buds desire for tonight. "Can I get the chocolate molten lava cake, with a scoop of ice cream on top?" You asks, the lunch lady gives you a hum with a smile before writing down your order and giving it to the kitchen staff, she rings up your total to fifteen dollars as you internally sigh, giving her a 20 dollar bill in Nueva currency, she hands you 5 Nueva currency.

You found the Nueva currency rather stupid, but Miguel said since everyone here is from different dimensions with different currency it’s needed.

You patiently waited to the side, the kind lady gives you your cake as you give her a smile, taking the cake box along with a plastic spoon and napkin, eating the sweet treat while walking towards a booth, planning on enjoying this desert while you can.

You're a few bites into the chocolate goodness as your watch rings, you role you eyes seeing as its an incoming call from Miguel, which isn't rare. You tap the answer button, as his voice rings through your ears.

"_________. I need you at Earth-1610 in Queens, New York. There's a vulture in the wrong dimension." Miguel sounds almost out of breath, you groan as you respond with annoyance. "Can I at least finish my cake? Damn." You sigh, taking another bite of your cake while waiting for an answer. You hear the man scoff before adding "¿Esperabas una respuesta? Llegar aquí ahora!" Although you know absolutely no Spanish, You know when he speaks in Spanish, especially in that tone, he means bushiness. You walk up to the lady at the cafeteria, politely asking her to hold on to the leftover cake as you tap your watch, opening up the multiverse portal.

You jump through the portal, going on that unneccesary slide before reaching the opening to the dimension Earth-65, you see what seems to be the vulture Miguel ranted about as your webs interlock with the base of his body.

"_______, we don't have time for grand entrances!”Miguel yells as your figure emerges from the portal, doing two 360's before throwing the vulture against the museum's stone walls. Even though that was somewhat badass, your landing is flawed as your body is thrown towards the stone wall inches were Miguel is standing, your groan as your hands immediately reach the back of your head, where the injury occurred.

You hear Miguel snicker as you look in his direction with disbelief plastered on your face, he looks at you before trying to hide what you heard to be, a laugh.

"Are you seriously laughing right now?" Your eyebrows burrowed and mouth agape as you find yourself having to look directly up at the big man. "No- no. I'm not laughing." He coughs as your features rest, showing only a face of annoyance "Miguel, I could have a concussion and you think this shit is funny." You dead pan as he shakes the smile off his face, looking at you again before attempting to cover up a laugh "No, prissy. Im really, really worried." You could sense the tears welding in the corner of his eyes, trying to fight back the instinct to laugh at such a painful event

"Miguel, it hurt!" You groan from the pain, standing up to your feet as you wipe the stone dust off your pink suit, "I bet it did." Miguel says, wiping the tears that threatened to spill. You roll your eyes before turning to what seemed to be a Spiderwomen approaching you "I thought it was pretty badass, but it would be better if you landed." The girl in the white suit states her opinion that has Miguel pacing back in forth trying to control the laugh that's about to take over

"I do not need your guy's unwanted criticism! Do you remember that you called me-"

"Okay, okay, just... whew." Miguel pauses, you feel your hands trembling from the embarrassment that courses your veins, you also begin to notice the vulture who awoken from his rather quick sleep.

"Can we just please get back to the real problem here." The white Spiderwomen advises as you side eye Miguel, he smiles before nodding and approaching the vulture that awoke from his slumber.

All three of you guys glide in the air, trying to find the perfect time to strike, the white Spiderman connects her webs to the vultures face, before kicking the vulture in his beak. You are know running aside Miguel, basically just chasing him as you look at the Spiderwomens combat moves, that have impressed you.

"What about her?" You suggest, looking at Miguel as he gives you the quickest answer he has asked in a while "No."

"We could use the help, y'know with Jess-" You begin to speak but are cut off with another, what?

"No."

"Is it 'cause she called you Dark Garfield?" You snicker to yourself, Miguel looks at you but you couldn't tell how he was feeling with that mask on. "No! -How do you even know?"

"Do you say anything but no?" You retort, the man still looking at you with what felt to be annoyance speaks up "No-no. I mean Yes!" Your eyebrows raised in suspicion as you continue "Why not!" You bark at the angry old beast, "You know why." He seethes, keeping his eyes locked on you before he jumps on the paper vulture, you following his lead.

"Take a good look at the great fire from my backpack!" You hear the vultures voice for what seems like the first time and you ears want to pass away, he sounds ungodly old, suddenly, a random bomb that probably came from the depths of his ass is released to the top of the museum, exploding and causing a drastic crash and a open hole from the top of the art building.

You’re having trouble fitting on his body when Miguels bigger one is hogging up the space

"Miguel, scoot! I can't fit!" You shout, moving him on your own as he groans in annoyance "Scoot and go where?!"

"Is this some type of canon romance trope or-" The vulture instigates, before you could even think to respond to the vulture, Miguel answers for you "No!" like he always says, the vulture side eyes you and all you can make out is a tiny shrug to your shoulders

"Don't let him out!" He turns to you, noting the opening to the ceiling "He'll disrupt the canon!" That's all Miguel has to say before your florescent webs connect with the walls of museum, making your way up to attempt to stop the creature from leaving, but his too fast for you. As your in the air away from the museum, the building begins to glitch violently, Miguel jumps on the creature as I do trying to force its way back into the museum

"Claw at it or something!" You panic looking towards Miguel who's struggling to keep his weight on the vulture with you by his side, all of the sudden when the creature was going to claw Miguel off of him his fangs come out, his mouth open threatening to bite the beast, you can see the fear laced in not only yours, but the vultures eyes as this has never happened to you when you were around Miguel.

"Go to the ground!" You look above you to see the bright shining light of a helicopter, your eyebrows furrow in confusion as Miguel claps back in what seemed to be anger "Will you get out of here!"

"We have you surrounded!" The helicopters voice booms throughout the city and I can't help but laugh, Miguel looks at me with anger as I look back "Miguel- they think you're the villain." You aren't like Miguel, you don't try to cover up the laugh that comes from you, Miguel scoffs before looking at the big vehicle above him.

"I am a good guy!" Miguel emphasizes, you wipe the tears in the corners of your eyes. "You don't look like one." The helicopter judges, you notice in the corner of your eyes, two bombs escape the vulture as your eyes widen.

"Miguel!"

"NO!" Miguel shouts as the bombs look to be connecting with the base of the judgmental helicopter, you notice it begins to loose control and hits you and Miguel off the vulture, before taking a rather brutal fall along with the creature. You crash on the base of the floor before looking around you to see multiple people still in the museum, you get up in agony before sticking your webs to the base of the museum wall and collecting as many bystanders off the ground before throwing them out.

You rush back into the building as you notice the helicopter taking a tumble down, but you also notice Gwen making what looks to you as a net. You smile with a nod, expressing approval before jumping with all your might and latching onto the museum wall.

You notice the people still inside the helicopter as you jump through to get them, holding them with before looking eyes with Miguel and releasing them. Miguel grabs a hold on them with his red glow for webs as he holds them to his side, like he would two twin toddlers.

You notice Gwen trying to strain the helicopters movement as you run along Miguels side before jumping and finishing the webbed net as quickly as you possibly could and tugging at the web, trying to make it as strong and durable as possible.

You stand on the ledge of the museum's second floors as your feet begin to strain, and slide. You position yourself to a point where you could pull harder as the uncontrollable helicopter comes in comes in contact with the net, You stare down at the floor to look at all the idiot who still stand there. You internally scoff, but to your luckiness the helicopter web net actually worked. You sigh in relief as you connect your web to the ledge of the second floor before jumping away and towards Miguel, who picks up the vulture in his webs and looking at you.

"That's what I was going to do."

You roll your eyes before looking at the exhausted girl who stepped down from where she was standing before taking a fall into rubble with a groan. Miguel and you make your way, with no rush to her aid. Before hearing what seemed to be a cop.

"Hands in the air!" Is all you could make out, you try to approach the situation, but Miguel grabs ahold of your hand, pulling you back just incase he intends on arresting you two as well.

You stand there, silently. Hand to hand as you listen to the cops conversation. You notice your hands begin to tremble from the mans hold as he looks down at you, skeptical. "Don't tell me you're nervous right now, _________." He leans down to whisper in your ear. Maybe you were! Well, you were but you definitely aren't going to tell him.

"No, I am not. Is it really neccesary to hold my hand right now?" You mumble, he turns to you and shrugs before pulling his hand away, and thank God himself you have at least 2 braincells because a part of you wanted to beg for his hand back against yours.

"Get down on the ground!" The cops voice sounds fierce, you look at Miguel skeptical as you whisper to him "Maybe we should help her, Miguel." He shakes his head, no. You sigh through your nose as you listen to their faint conversation before a gun shot erupts through you and Miguel's eardrums, your eyes go wide as you try to run towards where the spider women is, attempting to make sure she's alright.

Miguel, now grips your arm. You look down at the way his hand envelopes your arm before peering up at him. "You seriously don't expect me to sit and watch when a gunshot was just heard!" You whisper yell at Miguel as his figure bores into yours.

"Im not asking you, I'm telling you." His town is low and deep as he pulls you against him, this time your figure is before him and he's behind you. Grabbing ahold of your shoulder like you are a child.

"I don't need your permission, Miguel." You sigh, you begin to sense his eyes perching your figure as you begin to feel hot, and nervous. "Last time I checked, you begged for your job, right? Don't loose it, muñeca." His tone warns as you groan. In the crevice of rubble, you see her figure, with her mask off.

Through the next three minute conversation the cop and the spider women had, all you knew is that that cop is her dad, and she apparently murdered a man named Peter.

"Dad are you really this afraid of me!?" Her voice booms across the shattered building, you can feel the tears threatening to fall as her voice quivers, Miguel notices, too.

He begins to walk, his hands still rest on your shoulders as you get closer to the conversation, the only thing hiding you and Miguel from the cops eye of vision is a stone wall fragment.

Your breath hitches as you see the girls full face and body, the only thing you could describe as hurt.

"-against the court of law, you have the right to an attorney." The cop begins to list her rights, as you would usually do during an arrest. His gun is pointed low as he pierces his eyes towards the girl known as his daughter.

"No, stop!" She yells as she tries to approach the man she considers her dad, his voice booms across the museum as she stops in her tracks

"Don't get any closer!" The dad points his gun towards his daughter, and right then and there Miguel removes his grasp from your shoulders before his webs reach out to take the gun. He jumps forward before sliding an electronic field towards the mans feet. Keeping him Locked inside the red diamond shape border.

You leap your way towards the Spider women, as she tries to approach her dad who is struggling to get out.

"Hey, no. Just breath." You advise, you know it's not helping but that's all the words your mouth can form.

"We got you, right Miguel?" You question as your body enveloped the girls before you, she sobs as you hold her, like a motherly figure. All Miguel does is sigh as he grabs ahold of the trapped vulture while opening the portal.

"Lyla, scan this mess." Miguel mumbles, Lyla does as she was advised before responding to the big man "No further anomalies, canon remains intact." She Informs, Miguel nods before standing up with the vulture in is grasp, you approach Miguel with guilt in your eyes as you take off your mask, your hair flowing down to its respected place.

"We can't just leave her here, Miguel. She's doing this on her own." Your voice is filled with remorse you look back as she stares at her dad with the most heart breaking face you've seen in a while, Miguel looks back at the scene as well. Studying their features before finally speaking up. "Yeah, you're right." He utters as your eyebrows raise. You've never, ever heard that fraise escape his mouth. Internally, you are cheering. But externally, your face just has a smile plastered to it.

"Well, join the club." Miguel replies, passing her the Spider Society travel watch as he peers back at you, you nod in approval as he throws the vulture back into the portal and strides in himself. You follow close behind him as you still keep eyes on the girl.

The Spiderwomen observes the watch and her dad for what felt like hours before running towards the portal and following you back to what you call home.

All you can think now is what you once called a trio, is now a group.

#miguel ohara #miguel ohara smut #miguel smut #miguel ohara x reader #fanfic #atsv smut #miles morales #atsv gwen #atsv fic #atsv oc #miguel x reader #miguel x you #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman across the spider verse spoilers #oscar issac #marvel #light angst

[qtubbo-is-not-fine]

So, I listened to Full Moon Full Life from Persona 3 Reload (you should too, it's an amazing song) and this what happened because of it. Also me and mutuals screaming about Tubbo in a suit, Bayonetta 3,and poll about what Greek character Tubbo is more like were big inspiration for this.

If you want scream at me about symbolism, please do, it's not much, but I tried.

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The battle was an absolute hell.

It was another of federation's events, and as expected, monsters soon appeared. New monsters, many having unpleasant abilities. Some even with just their presence affected islanders : slowness, nausea, blindness weakness, poison, wither, darkness were inflicted too often.

To make situation even worse, there was a couple of bosses, each hitting like a track and too fast for the comfort. When they landed a hit on anyone, panic immediately increased.

«We won't last that long, if this keeps up» Bagi said, whacking another mob with her pen. She was fighting with desperation of the feral animal, because behind her was Empanada, and she was willing to do anything for her survival.

«But what can we do? It's not like we have any say in this situation» Fit thrown another bomb at the group of enemies and immediately thrusted his trident into another mob that got too close to pac

«Obrigado, Fitch» «No problem, Pac»

«Stop flirting you two and concentrate» Tubbo snaped.

«Well, how about you pull off a fucking miracle, Tubbo?» Fit easily bites back.

«… You know what? I actually can. But I need an opening for that to work»

«Got it», Pac said and immediately striked a mob that was behind Tubbo. Fit and Bagi followed, forming a triangle around Tubbo and the eggs.

Tubbo took a deep breath and plunged his hand into his chest, then teared up his own heart.

«Are you fucking insane?» «Tubbo, why?» «Tubbo, no!»

«Come forth, Cassandra»

In the glow of blue fire, a figure slowly materialized. It was small woman, with mannish figure, round face and disheveled auburn hair, covered by golden veil. Her eyes glowing, and tears falling non-stop. She was wearing blue dress, it's hem was stained with blood. Her hands, which was holding an axe and a burning torch, were entwined with the snakes, their tails slowly transform into shackles.

«Mafreila»

The woman raised her hand and several blue shining spheres were fired from the torch, each hitting mobs that surrounded them. Many dissapeared immediately, others were thrown back. Then, «Marakukaja» different spell, and Fit, Pac, Bagi and the eggs were coated in purple sparkles, and after a few seconds discovered that tanking hits has become much easier.

Fit looked at Tubbo, worry written on his face. Tearing your own heart was extremely concerning, and he was worried that Tubbo would die at any second. Quick glance revealed that heart itself dissapeared, but glowing hole in Tubbo's chest was still present. But he was looking okay, striking at mobs with his saber and throwing these weird spells left and right.

«Caralho, Tubbo, could have do this a little bit sooner» Pac laughed, slashing another knight with his scythe.

«Well, excuse me for trying to have secret advantage, you asshole. Now in the couple of hours, this will probably be nerfed by the feds. But, for now…

«Let's raise some hell»

#did you know that other people could have control over your persona with special equipment and skills :) #qsmp tubbo #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #qsmp bagi #morning crew #persona au #qsmp #my writing

[dearest-painter]

Natauo ,Fummi, Shoto and Dabi just watching there spider-bat!Reader playfully fight with the other teens wishing it was them….I genuinely wonder how the todoroki family would react to spider-roki!Reader having fangs and claws like Miguel’s(they don’t have a paralyzing venom but instead poison)..Just spider-roki!Reader crawling onto Miguel’s back and whispers to him in Spanish that there hungry and if they could get some empanadas when they get home.

Just spider-roki!Reader falling asleep while on Miguel’s shoulders.

Their surprise that you know Spanish or that your even close to Miguel. The longer they look at you and Miguel the more you two resemble each other. Your probably laying against his back while he holds your legs as you take a lap since your a sleepy spider.

#Spider-roki!reader #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #genderfluid enity answers! #yandere x gender neutral reader #✉️mail arrived✉️ #yandere spiderverse #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere mha

[serenitybygodsmack]

If 6 was 9

"James, Kirk, and Lars!" He shouted, banging his hand on the counter. "I don't care if you're with a girl, or whatever the fuck! Get your asses down here, or I will come up there and embarrass the shit out of each and every one of you! Get down here, now!" Cliff roared, and one by one he heard doors opening and slamming shut — footsteps descending down the stair way.

Kirk, then Lars, then James.

Cliff crossed his arms, looking all of them in the eye. It was Lars, judging by the look on his face, the crumbs on his shirt, and his sticky fingers. Cliff wanted to see how long Lars could go without telling him the truth.

1985

"Hey, who ate my food?" Cliff called out, looking into the fridge simultaneously ... where his plate of Empanadas weren't sitting.

Cliff twisted to look behind him, the dirty plate was sitting in the sink. 

When no one answered, feigning like they couldn't hear him, Cliff slammed the fridge shut. He shut is eyes tightly, biting his fist and taking a breath, before he got really pissed.

He knew for a fact that everyone in the house heard him, since they liked to complain about hearing the damn faucet drip at times.

"James, Kirk, and Lars!" He shouted, banging his hand on the counter. "I don't care if you're with a girl, or whatever the fuck! Get your asses down here, or I will come up there and embarrass the shit out of each and every one of you! Get down here, now!" Cliff roared, and one by one he heard doors opening and slamming shut — footsteps descending down the stair way.

Kirk, then Lars, then James.

Cliff crossed his arms, looking all of them in the eye. It was Lars, judging by the look on his face, the crumbs on his shirt, and his sticky fingers. Cliff wanted to see how long Lars could go without telling him the truth.

"So, who was it?" He said, looking at the plate in the sink then back up at the other men.

"I-It was me." Kirk said silently, sounding like a child. Lars's eyes widened by a fraction, he swallowed thickly, but then quickly got himself together when Cliff's eyes snapped to him.

"No, Kirk, It wasn't you." Cliff said. "Never lie to my face." he walked over to one of the dining chairs, weaving his foot around the leg and pulling it out, snapping, "Sit."

The tan guitarist did, watching the ordeal but not daring to say another word. Cliff pointed to James and Lars with his pointer, and middle finger. "Fess up, or else nobody's leaving this spot."

When no one moved, Cliff shifted his weight, looking down at the both of them. "Might as well tell the drabs you got up there to go on home. Because, me? I have all fuckin' day. I already know who it is, just tell me the fuckin' truth!"

James suddenly had a puppy dog look in his bright blue eyes, turning his head to Lars. "Lars, man, just tell the truth!" he half-way whined, "Th-The girl I have is really hot, okay? Her clients book months in advance, I won't get another go at this!" James whispered.

"Fine!" Lars said, turning back to Cliff, "I ate them!"

"Yeah, I knew that already." Cliff said, with a bored tone. "So, do you want to get your ass kicked now or after you go out and buy me some more Arepas?"

"Wait, what—!?"

"Pick your poison, drummer boy."

"I didn't know you got mad when people ate your food. Kirk ate your Chinese food the other day! You didn't beat him up!"

"One, not that it's your business, but Kirk asked me. Two, you lied to me, and you'd have let Kirk take the fall for you. So, once again, beating now, or fuckin' later?!"

#cliff burton #james hetfield #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #dad cliff burton #strict cliff burton #why did you eat his arepas bro #a03 fanfic #a03 writer #a03 link #rtl/mop era #serenitybygodsmack

[valentinadiaz]

It's time, Elise. I'm finally ready to take over your restaurant without putting our friendship at risk. Believe it or not but when we were in Chile with my brother, the owner of our tiny hotel took some time to teach us how to make Chilean empanadas. So now I can finally cook something without poisoning people. @elisequinn

#valentina x elise / convo

[script-a-world]

How can I do cuisine in sci-fi, especially taking into account food that are toxic or allergic or cultural prohibition in different species? How can I make up believable toxic or allergic stuff that isn't just plug whatever you want?

Tex: Substitutions, mainly - you can probably play around with quantities, where an amount that’s fine for Species A is a lethal dose for Species B, but the flavours wouldn’t meld together quite right and the recipe would need adjusting for ingredients Species B can use to achieve the same flavour profile as Species A’s original recipe.

As an example, say that Species A has a renowned recipe for spinach pie. Species B would be able to eat spinach, but not in the amounts required for an entire pie. Maybe they adjust the ratios - make an empanada with extra ingredients as filler, or maybe they swap out the spinach for a series of different plants to achieve the same texture, with some addition of spices or cooking method to get a similar taste as spinach.

On a fundamental level, nearly any imaginable species that can develop something so complex and requiring of communication as a cuisine is likely to have a generally similar process of cellular metabolism. The ratios comprising an ideal homeostasis might change, but the format should be highly similar. For something to be outright lethal for one species and homely on another would indicate such physically different biologies as to make their cuisines incompatible. An otter and an ape might find similarities, but an otter and a sea sponge are going to have some more difficulties.

Utuabzu: This is not an uncommon thing in nature. Plenty of species are able to consume things that are toxic to others - eg. koalas can eat eucalyptus leaves, which are toxic to just about everything else. Sometimes this even evolves as an evolutionary strategy for the organisms involved, like how chilis evolved to have high levels of capsaicin - the hot, spicy chemical - to deter most animals from eating their fruit, with the exception of birds, which are unaffected (and humans, who are known freaks), thus ensuring that their seeds would be spread far further than they might have been otherwise.

When you start dealing with ecosystems evolved on entirely different planets, this could be very much exaggerated. What is lethal to everything in one biosphere could be vital to another. Add in pressure and temperature differences and you could really have some fun - to a species that evolved on a cold world like Titan, with hydrocarbons acting as their solvent and with 'land' made of ice, a human drinking a cup of tea would be horrifying, lava heated almost to vapour with some more insanely hot liquid from a plant in.

Even in more Earthlike situations, it wouldn't be that strange for a planet where the main oxygen-transporter is something like hemocyanin (a copper compound used by some marine invertebrates instead of hemoglobin) to have plants and animals with copper levels high enough to poison humans (copper poisoning is a thing, it's why you shouldn't use pure copper pots and pans unless you really know what you're doing). Or a cold planet might have a form of antifreeze in all organisms (some polar organisms on Earth have this), which could again be toxic to humans. Even something benign in our biosphere could well be toxic to an alien species.

I would suggest looking into poisonings for some ideas about what you could use here.

Now, with that out of the way, if you're looking for how multispecies dining might work, I suggest you look into how migrant food cultures, particularly those from more than a century ago, work. Generally, if an ingredient was unobtainable (or impractically expensive) it would either be omitted or substituted. If it wasn't that important to the flavour profile it would likely be omitted, but if omission would unbalance the dish something similar would be sourced instead from what was locally available. In this case, this could mean trying to find roughly equivalent flavours and textures among the food items of another biosphere, or just accepting that everyone is going to eat separate things. Sharing a meal could well mean just eating in the same space at the same time rather than actually sharing a meal.

All this of course assumes that the species in question are all heterotrophs with similar social/psychological associations around eating. Obviously, an organism that primarily feeds via photosynthesis or chemosynthesis or passively filter feeds isn't going to really have a concept of a 'meal' or 'cuisine', and many species, particularly predators, prefer to eat alone and can become aggressive when others are near their food - they might have a concept of cuisine, but its suitability for other species would be of pretty minimal concern to them.

Feral: It’s important to note that there is a difference between a food that is toxic and an allergen. Whether or not someone experiences an allergy appears to have to do with that particular person’s gut biome. In theory any one person can be allergic to any one thing - though, of course, there are certain “common allergens” individuals are more likely to be allergic to. The point is that allergens would likely be worked around in a sci-fi setting the same way they are worked around now. The individual would be responsible for identifying whether a given ingredient is present, but there may be government regulations in place that would make it required for a food label to call out any common allergens that are present.

Toxicity in a plant or animal will be far more generalized to a given population. These are generally defense mechanisms that evolved to protect the given organism from destruction, but not all toxins are created equal. There is a very thin line between toxic and medicinal in some cases, like with digitalis from the foxglove plant. In other cases, what is toxic to some or even most animal species isn’t toxic to others, like with rabbits safely eating belladonna berries. And in some cases, humans just don’t particularly care whether or not something is toxic because either low enough levels cause some other, pleasurable effect, like with alcohol, or because the safe consumption of it can be used as a status symbol, like with pufferfish.

Another avenue to consider is food intolerance. And real world lactose intolerance may be a good jumping off point for your cultural considerations for intolerance, allergies, and toxins in a sci-fi setting, since its prevalence is so ethnically correlated.

#anonymous #culture #cuisine #food

[rmoonstoner]

Poisoned Empanadas

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18+

Warnings:

Nauseated feeling mention, dirty talk, making out, fondling, dry humping, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, smut, biting scratching, overstimulation, voyeurism, masturbation, possiveness, emotional confusion, sexual confusion, sexual frustration, cream pie, angry and jealous boi, male masturbation, dubious consent?

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Summary:

I think the warnings give it away significantly.

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Chapter 7 - Empanadas de Cordero, Balearic Islands, Spain

This empanada has a yeast dough, made with eggs, lard/butter, flour, salt, olive oil, and lukewarm water. The filling of diced lamb and bacon,. You can put raw meat inside and bake it, but I prefer to roast the lamb in the oven first, or pan fry it with the bacon until crispy, then put it into the pastry, and bake that until golden and the dough is done. I like to brush a bit of the grease on top and sprinkle a bit of coarse sea salt on after, then bake.

***

You woke up in a dark room, your head on something soft, a nice smelling grey suit jacket? The room didn't appear to have any sort of windows, but there was enough light to clearly see it was a construction site, and that you were in an unfinished building. Tarps and ladders and equipment littered the floors, and yet it was eerily quiet. The only thing you could hear was your heart beat, and the faint sounds of the city that muffled from being a few floors underground.

"You sure did a number on yourself, mi estrella."

Your body went rigid as you heard that voice. You turned in the direction that it came from, seeing a man about Jake's height standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. One hand waved, and the jacket on the floor appeared in his hands, and tossed it over his shoulder, while the other was on the frame of the door. He had his sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms and that tattoo he had.

"J-Jake?" You managed to ask in a weak voice. He hummed and slowly walked over to you. He pulled out his phone and turned the flash light on so you could see him.

It took your breath away.

He was in that suit from your dreams. He looked so good and you were confused. Why was he dressed that way? Were his eyes glowing white?

"Si. The very same." He answered while grabbing you and bring you close.

"But you said you would be gone for a long time…" You almost whispered. His face softened up with a sad smile.

"I know. But I couldn't bear to be apart from you. I'm sure you got my messages. I deserve the lack of reply after how I left." He said in a murmur as he looked into your eyes.

"I was really going to leave you alone until tomorrow, but I happened to be in the area. I saw you, and… Well, I followed you. I saw when you got hurt. I saw it happen and I came rushing over when you went down. How's your head feeling?" Jake explained as he ran his fingers through your hair while he asked how you felt.

You closed your eyes and sighed. You missed his hands touching you like this, even though the voice in the back of your mind was telling you to yell at him, but you knew you wouldn't. Your happiness showed, because a bunch of smaller bubble like lights twinkled in the darkness of the room.

"I saw the messages. I was busy with superhero stuff." You mumbled back while closing your eyes. You felt dizzy and nauseous. The food you ate earlier was threatening to come back up.

"Right. Yeah…" Jake let out a deep exhale from his nose as he pinched the bridge of it.

"Look, I… I am really sorry…"

"Sorry? Sorry?!" You glared at him and spread your arms out. He just looked down at his lap, fidgeting with the snaps on his leather gloves.

"You're sorry. Right. I am sick of your shit, Lockley. I keep getting left behind. Like, look at you! Why are you wearing a bespoke suit?!" Your hands gestured to his clothing and he sighed again. You were shocked that his outfit matched the dream you had.

"Look, I… I should have told you what I really do at night."

"You're God damned right about that!"

"I deserve that. Well, erm… My boss is an Egyptian God."

"An Egyptian God?" Your glare softened and you blinked a few times. Jake nodded and pointed to his arm.

"This is his mark. It proves that I am in his service."

You made a face as you looked at his tattoo. You remembered asking Stephen about it, and he didn't say exactly what it was, but he was obviously suspicious about it. You knew he had lied to you about what it had said.

"What exactly does it say?"

"Uh, it s-says…" He nervously huffed while rubbing the back of his neck.

"It says; 'Rise and Live Again as My Fist of Vengeance. My Moon Knight. Property of Khonshu'." Jake's voice was flat as he translated the glyphs for you.

Your eyes narrowed and you squinted in the light that you produced. He looked like he was serious.

Very serious.

"You're not kidding, are you?" He shook his head and a mask slowly formed over his face.

You stared at his white eyes, the shoddy stitching over the one. You looked down his body, stopping to observe the fine, barely-there hieroglyphics that were printed on the expensive looking silk. You wondered what those said, as they covered the entire jacket, vest, tie, and pants that he wore.

"So you're… A knight of the moon?"

"Si. I am one of his knights. I personally go under the name of MidKnight."

"How many knights does Khonshu have?" When you asked that question, he frowned and looked away as he swallowed thickly. He fidgeted with his tie, and that's when you noticed gun holsters sticking out from under his arms on either side. He even had a couple knives on the back and sides of his belt.

"There are… There are three of us." He said softly as he looked back at you. You tilted your head.

"What are their hero names?"

"Mr. Knight. He looks like a white suited version of me. Then there is Moon Knight. He looks more… More like this-" As he spoke, his clothing changed to a darker suit. It now had a hooded cloak in white to match the white chest plate and bits of armor on his legs and arms. His mask became black, and only his eyes glowed in the void.

"- But his has a lot of wrappings and it's more traditional to the Egyptian culture."

"Wait. You have two suits?" You asked as your eyes looked over this one. This one was a lot more military in style. It was hard to imagine it covered in bandages.

"That's… Yeah. I get two suits. My fighting style is a combination of the other two, but a lot more brutal. I like having the tailored suit for certain missions, while this one has way more weapons." He chuckled as the suit changed back to the tailored one. The holsters all stayed in place.

"Wow. I see gun holsters and knives there. You hurt people?"

Jake slowly looked at what you were talking about. There were two handguns in each holster, and knives in each sheath.

"Si. I don't fuck around like the others do. I get the job done."

"Well you look like a new aged mobster."

"That's the look I was going for, mi estrella."

You both fell quiet as he shifted on his feet. As the seconds ticked by, he became even more fidgety. His gaze kept going to look out the doorway and down the hall.

"I like your costume. It looks beautiful and sexy on you. Muy caliente." Jake's voice had dropped a few octaves.

Your senses went off, not the Spider ones, but the sudden arousal that came on with the way he spoke to you. You could feel your body reacting to him the way it used to. Your nipples hardened as a shiver ran through your body. Even the way he was looking at you with his mask on his face and that suit on his body was turning you on. You could feel the slick forming between your legs, which caused you to shift uncomfortably.

***

Miguel had followed the man that had you all the way to an abandoned construction building. He was quiet as he slinked around after you, waiting for an opportunity to get you back without any more harm coming your way. He assumed that the kidnapper would be taking you to the upper levels, but he was surprised when the man went downstairs instead, and into an empty office-like room. It had cubicles, but nothing else. Bits of building supplies and garbage from the workers, but nothing really.

Miguel decided to go around and see if there was another entrance to that room. Maybe the hallway went all the way around it? He was stealthy as he ran down the hall and around the corner. He found another door, and luck was on his side, because the door wasn't even on the hinges in the frame yet. It was propped up against the wall beside it. It gave Miguel a bit of cover to look inside the room.

He saw a flash light and heard talking. He clearly heard you say 'J-Jake?' And his blood boiled. Miguel was careful to creep up as close as he could get, just a cubicle behind you and your captor.

The captor was apparently your ex-boyfriend. Miguel covertly peeked through a crack in the cubicle wall, eavesdropping as he controlled his breathing. He was floored to see the man in his dream was really your ex by the way he was dressed. Miguel listened to you to talk and he watched as Jake touched you.

Miguel wasn't happy to see that. He also wasn't happy to see your distress at being somewhere you didn't know, with your ex no less. Your mood shifted a few times as Jake explained that he was actually the Avatar for the Egyptian God, Khonshu.

When the talk about the weapons started to happen, Miguel's heart began to race. He didn't like guns or knives. His powers didn't help him much with those things. Sure, he was fast and dexterous, but he was still just learning how they worked.

Miguel didn't know this guy, or his attitude, except for what you had already told him. He could be trigger happy, and if he was a servant of a God, he probably had powers to go with it. Miguel cursed to himself. He didn't know much about the Gods of the past. Any of them, really. He only knew about a few, the ones he had purposely researched, like Thor and Loki.

"I like your costume. It looks beautiful and sexy on you. Muy caliente."

Jake's words brought Miguel out of his thoughts. While the man was right, you did look very hot, beautiful, and sexy, but he didn't have a right to just come in and shower you with flirtatious compliments like that. Not after what he did to you. He felt guilty that he hadn't warned you about him, earlier. Miguel wasn't even a hundred percent certain it was him. He just assumed the cabbie was. He fit the description that you had given him, despite not seeing his face. He had heard his voice and that nickname, and just knew it had to be Jake.

Miguel desperately hoped you would tell him you were fine and that you needed to go. He waited as he watched Jake kneel before you again. You stared at him, just like a deer caught in the headlights.

***

Jake was making you blush as he got down to your level and grinned. You gulped and scooted back a bit, only for him to grab your ankles and yank you right up flush against his body. You squeaked at the sudden action, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He pushed his face into your neck, his mouth by your ear.

"Mi amor…" Jake groaned hotly. That mask of his faded away, allowing his mouth to press against your skin. You could feel his hot breath tingle your ear and you could smell liquor and weed all over him.

His hands glided up your legs and to your waist where he gripped your hips tightly. He grinned and pushed you hard against him as he bucked upwards. That drew an involuntary moan from you as fire filled your belly and you became dizzy once more. You could feel his cock through the layers of fabric. He was hard and stiff, hot and pulsing.

"J-Jake... I…" You tried to speak, but his mouth hit a particularly pleasurable spot, and you moaned loudly as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

"I missed you so much. I thought about you everyday that I was away. I know it's hard doing what we do, and you do it here, in this big and dangerous city. I should have told you what I did. It was wrong of me to shield you from that. You had every right to know, and every right to help me if you wished. I am so sorry…" His husky voice started to spill forth the romantic word vomit confessions. His hands had moved quite quickly, and he was far more impatient than in the dream.

You had forgotten how straight to the point he was.

Speaking of points, you could feel his clothed cock nudge at the thin fabric of your suit. The action made you shudder and sent your hips bucking against him. That drew a deep groan from deep within his chest. The sound was carnal, and it shot a bolt of electricity through your body. You ached for him. Every nerve in your body was set on fire, receiving every pleasure response and turning it to overdrive.

And just like that, you had forgotten about the break up. You forgot that you sold or gotten rid of everything he had given you. You forgot that you moved out of his house and into the Sanctum. You forgot about the plan you had explicitly discussed with the wizards and the Spiders.

Alas, when you looked at Jake's face, all you could see was Miguel's.

You could even smell Miguel's scent quite strongly. You weren't sure if that was because you had spent the night fighting crime with him, but it smelled like he was right here in the room with you and Jake.

Were you hallucinating?

That's when the odd nagging and persistent feeling that this was wrong started to rear its ugly head. You should be stopping this from happening.

You turned your face away from Jake, now looking at the cubicles for an escape route as you tried to calm yourself and your breathing. Jake took that as a sign to lean down and go back to your neck, but on the other side from where he started. You squirmed while making a face that read clearly as trying to ignore the pleasurable feelings. It wasn't helping you any that Miguel's scent had somehow gotten stronger and more pungent since you first noticed it. It made your pussy ache with the position you were in.

You were confused.

You were very horny.

You didn't know what to do.

You didn't know what you wanted.

You missed Jake so fucking much.

You didn't want your friends to be disappointed in you.

You didn't want Miguel to think you were weak.

Jake was being very convincing, touching you in all the right places as he ground himself against you. You whimpered and moaned, then tried to push him gently. You tried to turn over to crawl away, maybe tell him to stop, but every time you opened your mouth, Jake would kiss you with a heated passion, like he was dying of thirst and you were his oasis to drink his fill from.

He somehow finally got the hint you wanted to flip onto your hands and knees, but he misread the signs badly. His hands shot out to grab at your hips and he went back to dry humping you like you weren't just trying to escape.

"J-Jake…" You tried to say his name to get his attention, yet it came out as a breathy whisper as his hand dipped into the juncture between your thighs.

"Mierda, you're so wet. You've soaked through your suit." His words made you shudder as his thumb glided over your clit. Jake was wearing the widest grin as he bucked into you. You exhaled as he pressed his gloved fingers against your opening, pushing the fabric in a bit. You mewled for him while his fingers stroked your swollen slit. His other hand came around and down between your legs to grab at your thigh. His fingertips moved, and he let out a chuckle as he found a hidden zipper flap along your inner thigh. The simple touch sent even more jolts of pleasure to your aching core along with the way he was touching you with his other hand.

"Ayo, what's this, then..?" Jake leaned down to whisper in your ear as his thumb found the tiny pull tab and flicked it a few times.

"What's this for? Is this a pocket?"

"N-no… It's, a-ahhh, Jake… It's the zipper for w-when I n-n-need to go to the bathroommm…"

"Oh, my… That's perfect." He groaned and bit your ear lobe. You gasped, feeling his dexterous fingers grab and tug at the zipper. He stopped with his other hand and pulled the fabric away from your skin as he kept unzipping your suit from one thigh to the other.

"Jake, wait. I- ahhh…" Again you tried to speak, to say he needed to hold on so you could discuss things with him, things like boundaries, but he was faster than you.

His fingers had dived into your cunt so fast, you couldn't even finish your sentence and only a strangled moan came out. Obscenely wet sounding noises filled the room as Jake plunged two fingers into your dripping hole while his thumb went straight to your clit. He rubbed where ever he could reach, both inside and out, and somehow managed to find both spots that triggered you to lose your fucking mind.

A long and animalistic moan erupted from your lips as you saw stars. Your eyes had rolled back into your head as your chest fell to the ground, cheek pressed to the cold cement floor as Jake expertly fucked you with his fingers. The scents of the room made your head spin. Jake's and Miguel's, so fucking strong, yet you were only aware of Jake's presence. Drool started to leak from the corner of your mouth as you came and shook.

Images danced in your head of both Jake and Miguel. Your mind couldn't quite decide what it liked more, but you felt like it wasn't fair to Jake. He had no idea that you were picturing another man doing this to you while it happened with him.

Apparently all the noises you were making only fueled Jake's desire more. You could feel one of his hands leave your backside, followed by the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle jingling and a metal zipper being pulled.

"That's my little star. So fucking beautiful."

You should have been panicking, but your body responded by jutting your hips out, presenting your aching need to him as you keened for him to continue.

"Just look at how wet you are for me... All for me." Jake growled as he stared into the darkness of the room, a wicked smirk on his face as he licked his lips.

***

Miguel was awestruck. He couldn't peel his eyes away from the filthy scene that was unfolding before his very eyes. There you were, being man handled by your ex, and you weren't trying to stop him.

A part of him, specifically his hard and throbbing cock, forced him to stay silent as he continued to peep at you through the crack in the cubicle walls. He felt guilty watching you in such an intimate manner, without your knowledge or consent. He told himself he was watching to make sure you were safe and that you wouldn't get hurt, but he fucking near better. He sucked in a breath when you moaned for Jake and he bit his lower lip.

"Mierda, you're so wet. You've soaked through your suit."

Those words hit Miguel harder than they should have. His cock twitched at the mention of just how wet you were. He could smell it wafting off of you and he was starting to drown in it. Jealousy was welling up inside of his chest.

He didn't quite see the desperate look on your face that showed you wanted to get away. Miguel misread that expression as arousal, which quite frankly it was a confused arousal, but arousal all the same. Even when you tried to turn over and get away from Jake, Miguel saw that you were trying to make it easier for the man to have his way with you.

More jealousy and arousal pooled through him as you were tugged against Jake and he pushed himself against you in slow and hard thrusts.

He watched as the other man slid his fingers along your groin, pressing them in, stroking up and down as you moaned. Jake found the zipper and he asked what it was for. You told Jake they were for easy access to using a bathroom without having to disrobe the entire suit, not for this…

This debauchery that was happening.

But now that Miguel knew what those fancy little zippers were there for, he couldn't stop thinking about them. He couldn't stop thinking about how easily you were being seduced by a man that broke your heart with barely a thought to you, when he was there and could offer you all of his spare time, which was a lot of it now that he was a Multiversal refugee.

A small growl came from him as his hand slowly wrapped around his erection through his suit. He gave himself a heavy squeeze as he watched Jake probe at you and unzip your suit. He went slack jawed when he saw Jake grab at your hips and dive his fingers in.

Your reaction was down right delicious.

Just watching how you came undone, dropping to the floor and crying out. That sinful sound made his cock throb and ache. He was now at the point of pulling it from his suit and stroking it in time to the squelching noises that were echoing through the room. Miguel glanced down at his dick in his hand and he could see that it was weeping generously with precome, dripping to the floor and throbbing steadily at every noise you made.

Thoughts of having you in that position clouded his mind as he swept his thumb over the head of his cock. He groaned as he squeezed himself and tugged a bit faster and harder, his balls twitching. Miguel inhaled the smells, and it made him harder as he realized the strongest one was yours. Watching you squirm and shake was making him wish was there instead of Jake.

Movement caught Miguel's eye. He witnessed Jake go for his pants and undo them in a swift motion. The sound of the metal made Miguel's head spin. You were really going to just let this guy have his way with you?

As upset as the thought made him, he continued to watch in morbid fascination. He wanted to know what you looked like while getting railed.

"That's my little star. So fucking beautiful."

Miguel could hear that delicious little whimper that came from you. He saw how you responded to everything. How you were shaking and holding yourself, ready and waiting for Jake to put his cock inside of you.

And then he saw it.

He witnessed Jake pull himself out and slap your ass and pussy with it a few times, the wet noise of skin on skin, your moans, and of course, the feral growl Jake was giving off as he spoke to you.

"Just look at how wet you are for me…"

Miguel groaned at that, giving himself a good stroke as he cupped his balls and gave them a tug. He completely missed the sudden shocked expression on Jake's face that vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

But he didn't miss the way Jake slowly turned his head in his direction, mid-sentence, and grinned wickedly, right at Miguel as Jake's eyes glowed that unnatural white.

Miguel froze and held his breath.

Jake had seen him.

He had to have.

There was absolutely no reason for him to look, otherwise. Miguel waited with baited breath, fully expecting Jake to stop and come at him, but instead, he kept speaking, not letting on to you that he knew someone else was there.

"... All for me."

Jake growled the words as he positioned himself at your waiting hole and slapped your ass with his gloved hand. The sound of it combined with your yowl of pleasure rang out and hit Miguel's ears, making him throb again.

His hand twitched as he witnessed Jake push into you. The way your mouth dropped open and how your back arched as you pushed back to get him deeper, made Miguel grip himself tighter. He could tell that Jake gave no fucks that someone was here, watching him dick you down.

Was he even aware of which one of your friends that Miguel was? Surely he had seen Miguel with you earlier…

Oh God.

He probably did see Miguel! He was with you all night, right up until you went down.

Jake was doing this on purpose.

He was still staring right at Miguel as he moved his hips slowly and deliberately. You kept squirming, panting as Jake ran his palm up your spine and over your suit. Miguel watched, fascinated as you keened and arched even more.

He loved how flexible you were.

"This pretty little pussy missed me that much, huh? Fuuuck. You're the best little cunt this body is ever gonna have."

Jake cooed to you gruffly. His eyes never left the direction where Miguel was.

"Do you know what you do to men like me? You drive them up the fucking wall, mi estrella."

He gave you an extra deep thrust as you panted and pushed back.

"You are so fucking sexy. So tight and hot. Mierda… "

He groaned the words as he snaked his fingers around your neck, giving it a squeeze, right before he pulled you up off of the floor and flush against his chest.

"I love this pussy, and I love you."

Jake said roughly. He started to pick up the pace while his hand slowly moved his fingers up to cup your chin. He turned you to face him and kissed you hungrily, his gaze not once leaving Miguel's.

Jake's hand went to your stomach, and he pressed down as he slammed into your gspot repeatedly. Your vision came back to you, and for a split second, when you looked over at the cubicles, you thought you could see Miguel's mask in the small space between the panels. Your pussy contracted when your eyes landed on one of his eyes, staring right back at you.

"M-mig-gueeel…"

A silent moan escaped your mouth. It was far too quiet for Jake to hear it, with him taking it as sexed out jibberish.

Yet Miguel heard it clear as day. He almost thought he had imagined it, but when Jake bit down into your neck, you wheezed his name again.

"Oh god… Mi-mig-Ahhhl."

In that moment, Miguel witnessed you crack again when an intense orgasm rippled through you. Your body shook, hands gripping Jake's hip and arm, your walls clamping tightly around Jake as you moaned loudly. Jake stilled for a moment while the spasms rocked through your body. You shook for a bit, then collapsed limply in Jake's arms and he held you close to him.

"That's it, hermosa. Te amo… Your walls are squeezing me so good. I could just about pop with the way you're digging your nails into my skin."

Jake leaned down and started to mouth at your neck as he pounded into you harder. You couldn't really see anymore as everything was blurred and full of dots. And there was Jake, bringing you right back to that peak so soon after jumping off. You didn't even fight it.

Miguel couldn't look away. He heard you say his name.

Not once, but twice!

He couldn't begin to describe how that made him feel. You were getting fucked and shown the time of your life, being ravaged by your ex, yet you called out for him.

Him!

The fucking idiot didn't even realize you had done it and just kept going. Miguel groaned, no longer caring that he had been seen, and that you had shown this moment of weakness. The point was, that you hadn't realized you saw him and you didn't know he was there.

And you called out his name, not Jake's!

He gripped himself tightly, stroking and pumping his fist while he watched your face contort and change rapidly. He closed his eyes, picturing himself with you, trying harder as if to make it real, just like in the dream.

The images of you with him made him feel like his life wasn't just a shit show. You made him feel like he belonged somewhere, like he didn't exactly wish to go home. Not anymore. Not only were you beautiful and strong in his eyes, you were smart and funny. You trusted him right away, regardless of the fact that he looked and sounded like Jake.

(Of whom by the way, Miguel would never trust with a ten foot pole with what he had found out about him, and his superhero persona.)

That trust had very quickly melted into infatuation. Maybe it was the slight obsessiveness of watching you and researching all about your Spider-sona. Maybe it was the fact that you were just simply nice to him and treated him like a person that mattered. Either way, he didn't like what Jake was doing. He didn't like the image of you with that man. He decided that Jake didn't deserve you right after meeting you, and seeing this scene play out made him angry that it wasn't him.

Miguel pictured you underneath him, in the same way Jake had you, and he felt his balls twist and pulse in his hand. Just the thought of waking up to your face every morning sent a shudder through his spine. Picturing that leading to morning sex and the loving words of affection that he'd murmur to you.

***

You were soaring so high on that feeling. Everything felt far too good. You hadn't been with anyone since the last time Jake graced your bed chambers, which was on the morning that he had left. Even that little tidbit didn't stop your happiness. You had Jake back now, and he said that he loved you!

More than once!

Maybe he would stay for a while. Maybe he would make things up to you. Maybe you could go back to the way things were, before he packed his bags and left…

***

Miguel was there.

He felt his orgasm coming and he panicked for a split second. He didn't have anything but his suit to catch the mess. In a quick act of thinking, he used his webbing to try and prevent that mess from occurring. His orgasm finally hit him hard and he shoved his fist into his mouth, biting down hard and breaking the skin as he filled the makeshift cloth he had made.

***

You inhaled sharply when Jake groaned loudly and he gave you one last hard and brutal thrust, before he came inside you. You gasped, feeling his spend spurt into you in thick gobs that quickly filled you to the brim and began to trickle out and down your thighs. As he shuddered and kept singing how much he loved you in his native tongue, he rutted and stirred your insides. He was trying to prod you as deep as he could while he emptied every last drop that he had.

Heavy breathing from both of you filled the room. Your heart beat thundered for what seemed like forever, before it slowed as you came down from your high.

Then that quickly trickled away into awareness.

What stopped your happiness and sheer joy, was the sudden image of Miguel's disappointed face appearing in your mind. How you expected him to scowl at you and scold you for what you had done, and how you let him, no, the entire team down for allowing this sleazy mutt to come crawling back into your life.

You realized what you had let happen, and you felt suddenly awful about it. Jake was panting and rubbing your sides as he kissed your neck where he left his mark. He whispered his apologies and held you tightly, rocking back and forth with you, with him still buried deeply inside of your still throbbing cunt.

You closed your eyes, listening to him mumble his thanks and affection to you. The feeling of him fucking into you desperately was both comforting and agonizing, and now that it was over, you sat there filled with regret. You felt the tears welling up behind your closed eyes and you held back the sob from coming out.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now?

***

Miguel was also in that predicament. He felt terrible for what just happened. He should have shown himself at the beginning and stopped it, but he didn't have the nerve to interfere when you hadn't been aware he was even there to begin with. He was too focused on watching the way you acted while being intimate, and he was not disappointed. He was disappointed it wasn't with him. He was disappointed that he had been a lecherous voyeur.

He looked down at the ruined webbing and made a face. It was a terrible idea, the webbing mixing with his come and creating a globby dripping ball. He saw his mistake. In his haste, he didn't make it tightly sealed. He quickly fixed that problem, by just covering the glob with more webs, until it no longer leaked. He smiled triumphantly and gave one last look at you, seeing your face.

He frowned.

You did not look happy.

You looked like you were going to cry.

***

"Galaxy-Spider!"

You suddenly heard your name being called. It sounded a lot like Gwen's voice. It was far away, like it was coming from the floor above you, her voice echoing down through the venting. You nudged yourself out of Jake's grip and stumbled sideways, hand going to brace yourself against the concrete wall. You huffed and looked down, frowning at the sight.

Your suit was wrinkled in all the wrong places. It had dirt and dust all over it. You were sure there was a tear or two from where you were hit in the head, and of course, when Jake had gripped it so hard. You could see the zipper was okay, and you prayed to the Gods it would zip back up.

"Where are ya, girl?!"

You heard Miles and he sounded closer than Gwen was. You panicked, because he was such a sweet young man, just barely of age. He didn't need to see you like this.

Looking further, you bit your lower lip when you saw the bruises from the night forming on your thighs. Some from patrol, but most of them from Jake. Your eyes flicked to your mound. It was a mess, come dripping down and streaking your legs. You inhaled sharply in an attempt to calm yourself, but all you could smell was spunk and sex.

"I know you're in here! I tracked your phone down!"

Peter yelled. His voice was coming down the hallway and around the corner.

Clean.

You needed to get clean enough to be presentable to the team. Clean enough so that no one would know what just happened. Maybe Jake would just go away after this, and you could pretend it never happened.

In a swift movement, you turned to look at Jake. He was still sitting, but now lazily leaning against the wall. He had one knee up, an elbow placed on it, while the other leg was outstretched on the floor. He had made absolutely no attempt to put his dick away or clean up, and instead, had gone for his cigarettes. He lit one and sighed, looking at you with a pleased grin. You didn't give him any sort of positive expression. You merely leaned down and plucked the pocket square out of his jacket, and began to clean yourself up.

Wordlessly, you did the best that you could to get rid of his evidence on you. You stared at the cloth for a moment and then looked at his face. He knew exactly what you were asking for. Another cloth, which he did not have.

"Use it more if ya have to. Heh." He laughed and shrugged, then waved his wrist as the fabric became clean again.

"I wasn't aware that you were a wizard." You replied as you again went back to cleaning, doing a much better job this time.

"I'm not. My suit is self cleaning. That's part of it." He replied and took a few more puffs of his smoke.

You could hear the voices of your teammates getting closer. It was sending more panic through you. It was even worse that you didn't hear Miguel's voice along with them. Did he run away and leave you to perish?

***

Miguel was moving away, retreating out the exit he came in. He knew the hallways went all the way around this room, so he doubled back, dropping his little webbed up package down a garbage disposal unit in the wall, then he went towards the opposite end of the building that Peter and the other Spiders were. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, checking himself in a pane of glass to see if he looked okay, then turned towards where he had just come from.

That's when he started to call out your name.

***

"I can use Khonshu's power to clean the suit. If I didn't, it would be red and dark brown all the time." Jake explained. As he spoke, you could hear the muffled sound of Miguel's voice calling out to you. You threw the pocket square on the floor next to Jake, then went about fixing your suit and doing it all back up again. As you did that, you saw that Jake grabbed the cloth and stuck it into his pocket, without cleaning it.

"Then why did you always come home filthy and stinky?" You asked, and again, heard Miguel shout out for you. He was much closer, maybe just down the hall.

"The suit is self-cleaning. It heals me and cleans itself on command. It doesn't bathe me." Jake's answer sounded almost sarcastic, but you could tell he was being truthful.

"Ah. I see. I wish I had a self-cleaning suit."

An uncomfortable silence permeated the room. He just kept puffing away slowly, not moving much as you heard footsteps and Miguel's voice getting closer.

"Put your dick back in your pants."

"My friends don't need to see that shit. And maybe put your mask on and get the fuck to your feet. They know what you look like, but they don't know that you're one of the knights of the moon." You snapped at him, and he scoffed while rolling his eyes.

Jake took one last long drag from his cigarette, then crushed it between his fingers, leaving the bits on the floor. He reluctantly did as you asked, tucking his cock back into his boxers, then standing up to do his belt and pants back up. Just as he did, Miguel got to the room, calling out one last time.

"I'm in here!" You called back with a hoarse voice, then mouthed at Jake to put his mask back on. He did that as well, and didn't say a word as Miguel came strolling into the room and stopping at the doorway.

"Ah, there you are. Are you alright?" He asked as you fidgeted with your hood. You were trying to hide a tear by your neck where Jake had gnawed through the fabric. Miguel's eyes darted to Jake's and he frowned behind his mask. Jake didn't speak, and he crossed his arms and stayed against the wall.

"Y-yeah. A little shaken. MidKnight here helped me out." You motioned to Jake with both hands. They were slightly shaking, as was the rest of you.

Miguel reached out and grabbed your shoulder gently, then tugged you towards him. It was then that your friends arrived through a third side entrance in the room. They watched as Miguel made a show of inspecting your head and when he was finished, he gave a grunt of approval.

"Okay. He's done his job, then. I'll take you from here." Miguel's tone was firm, like he wouldn't allow any sort of protest. Jake just shrugged.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll see ya around, Galaxy-Spider." Jake replied as he picked up his jacket and put it on. He turned away and left, not a sound coming from him as he waved one hand up in the air and sauntered away.

Miguel felt your entire body relax the moment Jake was out of sight. You slumped against him and yawned as you rubbed your eyes. The others started to rapidly ask if you were okay, and what had happened. You barely heard them as you buried your face into his shoulder, trying to shrink away. His heart panged for you, realizing that you didn't exactly give Jake any sort of consent. Jake just took what he wanted from you, with barely any thought of your mental and emotional well being. Miguel could tell you were done for the time being.

You needed rest.

Miguel didn't have the heart to tell you he watched what happened. Instead, he hoisted you up into his arms and turned away from the group.

"She had a nasty blow to the head. She needs to see the doctor and rest." While it was true that you took a hit to the cranium, he knew you were fine. At least physically, anyways. He was hoping you might have the courage to tell Stephen what happened. He felt that it wasn't his place to say anything just yet. He would take you home, talk to the doctor, then stay with you until you awoke.

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Series Masterlist

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Notes:

I made my self so god damned fucking horny writing this chapter and I can't even bang my husband, because of his hip surgery! Please enjoy this and comment! Comments fuel future writings.

This Jake is very proficient with moulding and shaping the suit to his will. I really enjoy him being able to have Steven's suit in a dark grey and shades of black, or the one we see in the comics.

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[avatarvyakara]

For this month’s Encantober!

Encantubre: What It Means to Me

Uno: Caterpillar

Sometimes it feels like Alma has been waiting to become a butterfly all her life. But she can’t move, not really. She sometimes feels like she hasn’t been able to move for fifty years, not since the night when Pedro…not since The Night.

But lying in the darkness of her old house within the new, she remembers what it was like to live, to thrive. She can replay those dreams as often as she needs to, in the hope of teaching her own little ones the way.

This is her chrysalis. But it’s big enough to be their world, and she watches her children spread their eager wings in safety.

It doesn’t matter if she never leaves—not all butterflies make it, after all.

(In the end, the Song of Songs giving itself to her one more time, she wonders how she could have ignored the sunlight for so long.)

* * *

“Pepa, under no circumstances am I making empanadas out of bugs.”

* * *

They’re kind of squishy. Some of them are poisonous and sting you if you try to touch them. It tickles—feels like a little lightning.

And that’s really about the extent of her thought on the matter.

She is the storm incarnate. She is the sunshine, she is the whispering wind. She has enough trouble reminding herself not to be; it only hurts people when she goes too far. But the little critters hide in the woodwork, in the shadows of leaves, on the ground among the grasses. They, of all things, are safe.

And she’ll make sure they stay safe, but it’s for more selfish reasons than you might think.

As a bringer of chaos, as an influencer of micro-meteorology within a very small part of the rainforest—as something beautiful that is crushed all too easily by those who don’t really see that her power doesn’t stop her from being just her—Pepa feels a particular kinship with butterflies.

* * *

Bruno gets…other kinds of visions, sometimes.

Not just the sand. There are times when it feels like he’s just staring into space, and then a part of him will just click into place and suddenly he’ll know something he honestly shouldn’t. Something from the future, although sometimes the future is mere seconds away. Like parts of his brain are reorganizing themselves without his consent. Those are the hardest visions to explain, but oddly enough they’re among the least damaging to him.

He doesn’t bother with it too much. But he takes heed of his mamá’s stories, the songs she half-whispers, half-weeps to them as lullabies. There is a metamorphosis ever-ongoing, and with him it’s just taking a little longer than it should. He really does need a safe spot to change, though; he’s not as quick about it as his sisters have been.

Ten years behind the walls, and Bruno finally gets to romper a crisálida of his own.

* * *

“Um, hermanito, I really wouldn’t touch that if I were you—”

* * *

“Come on, Félix, it’s just a tiny little wormy thing! You should see the size of the bugs back in Bogotá. Besides, is it at all likely to be more dangerous than a bee Félix I can’t feel my fingers.”

* * *

“Ew, no! They eat my plants! And they look like bird droppings! What are they doing here?”

Quite unconsciously, Isabela spends the next seventeen years trying to banish the look her abuela gives her from her mind. Some days, she almost feels like she’s succeeded.

* * *

“Lola? What’s the problem?”

Whimpering, Dolores whispers as loudly as she dares in her papá’s ear.

“Huh. Really?”

“They’ve got so many little feet and they don’t stop moving and they don’t stop eating—”

Papi cuddles her tight.

“Ah, lo sé, conchita. But it’s only so they can grow big and strong, and learn to fly away to where they’re needed.”

“Would it kill them to do it more quietly?” asks Dolores, and she’s not entirely sure why her father bursts out into silent giggles but the rumble is as comforting as Mami’s thunder. (Well, as comforting as it usually is. Which is a lot, surprisingly.)

* * *

“Is this absolutely necessary?” queries Padre Flores, who did just happen to be passing by.

“Yes,” says Dolores in equally absolute seriousness.

Luisa, genuine eagerness her face, holds the two up in her hands—and anyone who saw the seven-year-old pick up a bridge five minutes ago might have been surprised that she could carry two tiny bugs between finger and thumb and keep them whole—and tries hard not to look expectant. (Luisa Does Not Expect Things Of People.)

Padre Flores sighs.

“Oh, alright. Only for you, Luisa.”

She beams.

“Dearly beloved…”

* * *

“Isabela said I could use them however I wanted, so let’s make empanadas!”

“Camilo, mi nieto precioso, I am not making empanadas out of bugs.”

* * *

It’s odd, seeing the memories like this, wrapped in chrysalis mist. But it’s also oddly enlightening.

For Mirabel, her grandmother has always been a rock. She keeps—kept—the encanto together, she didn’t budge or change. It never occurred to her that it was because her abuela really couldn’t change, or felt she couldn’t. Until now. Now, with the crisálida impenetrable rota, standing by a river that washed away bodies but made memories sink into the ground.

And suddenly there’s a lightness in the air. Abuela loves her. Abuela is human. They’re all human, and they’re together, and they’re alive.

All this time, she’s been munching away on leaves in a secret garden, never quite realizing how much more there was to the world. And now, seeing the place she called her home from the outside in more ways than one…

There’s so much more to learn. So much to do.

And they can do it. All of them.

Together.

Doce oruguitas.

* * *

“Her name is Babilonia and you’re not allowed to eat her!”

#fanfic #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto 2021 #tiles on the roof #one shot collection #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #encantober #encantubre

[liz-lil-oc-corner]

Catriment the dorm of individuality

Founded after the unique individuality of the legendary musician. Students of this dorm are individuals that tend to stand out and have natural talent for whichever field they dedicate to which most of the time tends to be artistic making them easy inspirations for others.

Estrella Díaz (Twisted from Ernesto de la Cruz)

Grade/Class: 2A no. 11

Birthday: August 22nd

Age: 17

Height: 163 cm

Dominant Hand: right

Homeland: Land of the crescent heart

Club: Light Music Club

Pet Peeves: Humidity

Best Subject: Music

Hobbies: Journaling 

Favorite Food: Arroz con leche

Least Favorite Food: Hamburgers

Talent: Perfect pitch

Rosa Cabrera (Twisted from the poisoned tequila)

Grade/Class: 3B no. 07

Birthday: October 6th

Age: 18

Height: 173 cm

Dominant Hand: right

Homeland: Land of the crescent heart

Club: Dance club

Pet Peeves: Nosy people

Best Subject: Potions

Hobbies: Coffee making

Favorite Food: Meat stew

Least Favorite Food: Chorizo

Talent: Reading the room

Alba Marques (The concept of forgetfulness)

Grade/Class: 1B no. 08

Birthday: May 11th

Age: 16

Height: 160 cm

Dominant Hand: right

Homeland: Land of the crescent heart

Club: Cooking club

Best Subject: Art

Hobbies: Painting

Pet Peeves: People cutting in line

Favorite Food: Tamales

Least Favorite Food: Grapes

Talent: Juggling

Margarita Jiménez (The concept of lies)

Grade/Class: 1C no. 09

Birthday: June 18th

Age: 17

Height: 158 cm

Dominant Hand: left

Homeland: Land of the crescent heart

Club: Theater club

Pet Peeves: Unsolicited advice

Best Subject: Magic Analysis

Hobbies: making scented candles 

Favorite Food: Empanadas

Least Favorite Food: Mashed Potatoes

Talent: Improvising

#Feliz dia de muertos i managed to get the second dorm done for today to stay in coco's theme #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland fan school #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fan dorm #destiny araneae college #catriment #estrella díaz #rosa cabrera #alba marques #margarita jiménez

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

sorry about your bad day. please tell me what you think the young royals characters' comfort foods are.

Hi, darling. I have thought about this question more times than I can count. An embarrassing amount of times. So I already have so many answers for you:

Simon's comfort food is homemade empanadas made by Linda. She usually stuffs them with beef, corn, and maybe some cheese. They never fail to make him feel better and he swears they're magical. Everyone else likes them, too, but Simon might be in love with them.

Wille's comfort food is probably something stupidly simple. Like an open faced cheese sandwich or something. Something he could make himself, or something Erik could make for him. It probably doesn't even taste that good to him, but the memories are enough to make him feel better and that's why it's a comfort food.

Felice's comfort food is cake. All the cake. She loves sweets, but chocolate cake is her favorite. When she's feeling down, she takes a small piece of cake for herself and it makes her feel a little better.

Sara's comfort food is soup. All kinds of soup. Specifically homemade soup, but soup from restaurants is good too. It reminds her of when Linda took care of her when she was sick, and it makes her love soup even more. Vegetable soup is her favorite.

August's comfort food is probably caviar or some shit idk.

Erik's comfort food is ice cream. But only vanilla. And only if it's vegan. He isn't vegan. But that's the only kind of ice cream he likes and no one questions it.

Ayub's comfort food is Kebabs. In their most greasy, falling apart, out of a street cart form. He lives on the edge, never knowing which one is going to give him food poisoning. He finds comfort in the chaos.

Rosh's comfort food is pizza. It reminds her of nights at Simon's house. The nights she feels most comfortable and where has the most fun. She refuses to eat any kind of pizza other than plain pepperoni, though. Putting a vegetable on it will surely result in you losing a hand.

Maddie's comfort food is probably something like Cheetos. Something that isn't technically just American, but definitely reminds her of New York.

This is probably more than you were asking for, but I got carried away, and then I didn't want to stop. So here you go.

#asks #anon #young royals #young royals headcanons

[0sbrain]

THE EMPANADA WAS CURSED WITH AN ANCIENT EVIL (food poisoning) AND I AM NOW SUFFERING FROM THE WRATH OF THE DEVIL (tummy hurts)

#zero talks

[how-grand-trine-au]

Percy laughs. "Now THAT certainly sounds like Bo. Then again when he almost ran me over he was apparently on his way back from the grocery store one town over. On late nights when he was creep through my window, he found I wasn't eating as much and just about clutched his southern pearls. He made me a three course meal and asked me how I was coming along in my book.

Chris had just finished baking a big batch of Argentine style empanadas when he finally remembered to check his phone again.

The victims had been taken care of, and now it was time for dinner with Bo.

Vincent and Cande where in the wax museum basement, him doing his job, her being nosy and talking to him non-stop.

Chris set the empanadas down on the table and Bo just went at them, it was a big group, but most of them ended up poisoned by Chris, one knocked out by Cande, and two more by Bo.

They were mostly tired from moving the bodies around more than anything else.

Chris started reading Percy's e-mail and his eyes went wide, and almost chocked on the empanada he was munching on.

"Woah, you okay, darlin'?" Bo asked, giving Chris a few harsh pats on his back to help him get the food out of his lungs.

"Yeah I am- *coughs* I'm okay" he answered, Bo gave him a warm smile before continuing to down more empanadas like they were little Hershey's Kisses.

Chris just gave a chuckle and shook his head while he wrote an answer for his inter-dimensional friend.

A three course meal??! That's something! In the days I spent tied to the chair he was always hand feeding me, tho it was always PB&J or ham and cheese sandwiches, and water or orange juice.

Other than that he was extremely nice most of the time, I still don't understand why he didn't just kill me after the first night, and as much as I wanted him to, I'm kinda glad he didn't.

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