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thebearer · 6 months

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Carmy and mama making a sex tape during the early years of dating, then finding it when they’re many years into their marriage and the girls are older. They have a date night where they drop the girls off at friends and rewatch it (and maybe recreate it 🙈)

"When did we... When did we even make this?" Carmen frowns, the TV mirroring your old phone, years old, you were surprised you found an adaptor for it.

"After the restaurant got it's star, remember? You threw a celebration thing for Sydney." You looked at him, brows raised teasingly.

Carmen flushed, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Right." He nodded. "God, I can't- I can't believe we actually did that."

"Me either." You grinned. "Can't believe we forgot about it, too."

The video loaded, the blocked play button in the middle of the screen. You turned the volume up, a wicked, excited smile beaming toward Carmen. "Ready?"

Carmen smirked, nodding slowly, hand running against the couch, blood already rushing to his crotch. You scurried beside him, right before a younger version of you came on screen- clad in a lacy lingerie set, straps already sliding off your shoulders.

"I think it's on- yeah, it's on." The version of you on the screen giggle, propping the phone on the dresser. Carmen's old dresser in your shared apartment, you had just moved in together.

Carmen rested his hand on your thigh, you curled into his side, eyes on the screen. "So what do we do, huh? You want me to look at it." Carmen on the screen asked, eyes cutting nervously towards the phone.

"No, don't look at it!" You shrilled through the speakers of the TV. "Just look at me, ok? Want it to be natural like we always do." The purr in your voice- it had the same reaction on Carmen then and now. Both tensing, knuckles whitening when they gripped onto you.

"Ok, alright," Carmen nodded, hands sliding over your hips in the video, squeezing the fat of your ass. "You want me to make you feel good? Take care of you? Since it's your video."

Your thighs pressed together, even now. Two kids, ten years of marriage, nearly fifteen years together. It was amazing, how it made you react at the beginning of your relationship and even now.

"Yeah," Younger you nodded, eyes already glassy, arms looping around his neck.

"Yeah? Lay back f'me." Carmen rasped, the bed squeaking through the speakers when he pushed you back on it lightly, fingers hooking around the crotch of your lingerie set.

"You still got that?" Carmen muttered, eyes cutting to you, hand gripping your thigh on the couch.

"That? I don't think so." You grinned, your own hands creeping closer on his thigh towards his bulge. "Even if I did, wouldn't fit. Had two kids since then Berzatto."

"C'mon," Carmen rasped, shaking his head at you- you could see the reflections of the TV in his eyes, the way he kissed down your body, teasing you. Your tummy flipped, rushing with heat. "You're beautiful, always been."

You blushed, rolling your eyes. "You're horny." You muttered, your fingertips brushing over the crotch of his sweatpants. Carmen's hips lifted into your touch, a stuttering exhale falling from his nose.

"Yeah, well, can you blame me?" Carmen groaned, nodding towards the screen. "Look at you."

Your eyes flickered towards the screen, Carmen's head now buried between your thighs, your own moans and breathy whines falling through the speakers. Hips rising and bucking, Carmen's hand pressing on your hips to keep you in place, eyes lifting to yours on the screen. It made you throb.

"Think we should recreate it? See if we've gotten any better?" Carmen grinned, hand creeping towards your own clothed heat, a finger tip tracing down your thigh.

"Y-Yeah." You nodded, shuddering under his touch.

Carmen grinned, wide and salacious before you were pinned on the couch, him wedged between your legs, kissing you fierily. Hot breath, lips hovering over your skin, shoving your sweatpants down, teasing you over your panties- just the way you liked. He knew better now, knew your body better than you did sometimes.

The Carmen on the screen had just begun to learn, at the beginning of his journey with you- with himself. Now, Carmen was more secure now, less scared, confident even. Especially when it came to using his tongue on you, diving between your legs, hands intertwined in yours, holding you down while he devoured you on the couch.

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faithshouseofchaos · 2 months

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Could you do fic for Mark Webber with wife reader (no age gap)? She found a few of an old video when Mark slipped on the podium after finishing in second place at the Brazilian Grand Prix, the last race of his F1 career - Sunday 24th November 2013. And she teases him about it. Just something fluff and cute. Add something if you'd like too. Tag me later!! Thanks!! :))

Mark Webber x Wife!Reader

Short and fluffy

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You were laying in bed scrolling through Instagram reels waiting for your husband Mark to come to bed when you saw a video that caught your attention. The video was a podium celebration from the Brazilian Grand Prix back on November 24th 2013. The video started out with Sebastian spaying his champagne every first and then Mark and Fernando joining in.

Sebastian was off to the side spraying his champagne while Mark was spraying Fernando and laughing. Fernando scurried over into a corner trying to get away from Mark who sprayed some Champagne on his back before he turned away and slipped. You laughed out loud seeing Mark jump like nothing happened.

You continue laughing as you rewatch the video over and over. The video is hilarious and always puts you in a good mood. You keep watching the video and laughing until you hear the bedroom door open. You quickly hide your phone under the blanket and play it cool as Mark walks into the room.

"What are you laughing about?" Mark asks as he walks toward you. You smile and giggle a little as if nothing is wrong. You put the covers over your face and pretend like you were just sleeping. You decide to tell him the truth... "Oh, I was just watching one of the videos you have on Instagram."

"What video?" Mark asks as he lays down next to you. He wraps his arm around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck. You smile and sigh, glad to be back in his arms. You decide to show him the video again and turn on the phone to show him.

"This one!" You say with a giggle as you hand him your phone. Mark grabs your phone and starts watching the video. He chuckles and rolls his eyes, but you can tell he thinks it's funny too. You keep watching together and laughing quietly as Mark nuzzles back into your neck.

"You know this video is almost 10 years old right?" Mark says with a slight grin on his face. You grin back and nod your head. "Yeah, I know. But it's still hilarious!"

"It is pretty funny," Mark says with a chuckle. He looks over at you and smiles. "I can't believe you watched it over and over. You're so funny." He gently squeezes your hip.

“Can you blame me though you just jumped up like nothing happened” you said smiling.

"Yeah, I guess I did." Mark chuckles as he gives you a little pinch on the side. "But it was better than falling flat on my face like Fernando."

“That’s different he was drunk”

“Hey, the floor was wet. I didn't mean to slip” Mark says.

“I don’t see Oscar slipping and falling” you say teasingly.

Mark leans in and gently kisses your cheek as he pulls you closer to him. "So why did you watch the video over and over? Were you missing me?" He asks playfully to change the subject. You lean into him and rest your head on his chest.

"Maybe I was missing you a little bit," you reply as you lay your head on his chest. He kisses your head and wraps his arms around you tight. "Good. I'm glad you missed me because I missed you too." He whispers into your ear.

You smile and sigh. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest, it's comforting. You slowly slip your arms around his neck as you melt into his embrace. You close your eyes and take a deep breath as you try to savor every moment of this moment with him.

#mark webber #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #mw2 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x you #f1 #f1 x y/n #formula one x y/n #formula one x oc #formual one

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 7 months

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Hiii, this is my first time requesting a Miguel fic😭😭😭 nervous

so like hurt/comfort where spider-woman reader was a mother and losing her child (preferably a daughter) was one of her cannon events.

Shes watching old videos on her phone/laptop where her kids kind of like, standing on her feet and they're dancing together to my love mine all mine by mistki (her new album destroyed me) and Miguel walks in and just watches.

Miguel gets caught staring at the videos but instead of telling him to leave she asks him to stay because she knows hes been through something similar. They're just watching old videos of her kid and then they eventually move onto talking about Gabi too.

im a sucker for friends/coworkers to lovers so maybe add a little lovey dovey smut at the end if you want <333

rlly sorry if this is a bit much i just had to get this out of my smooth little brain😭😭😭

hii!! AAA I love it!! but really sorry, no smut in this one :(( I had too many ideas but I had a total brain fart writing this. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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OF THE PAST

miguel o’hara x spider-woman!reader

word count: 550

warnings: mentions of death, grief etc

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

Grief and loss aren't uncommon emotions for a Spider-Person. They were feelings all Spiders experienced at one point- all of you connected by a singular canonical death.

For many others, their event was the death of Uncle Ben, but not you. Yours was your daughter- your little love who 'mistakenly' got caught in the crossfire.

Not many Spiders could resonate with the grief of losing a child, nor could one imagine the weight of it. It's a feeling that can truly be understood by those who have experienced the same thing, by someone who had also lost a child.

There was only one who could comprehend your grief, Miguel.

You'd often find yourself rewatching old family tapes of you and your daughter, replaying the clips over and over as if the memories weren't painful enough.

You'd essentially watch your life back, looking over videos and pictures of you and your little girl- times when you baked cupcakes, or had secret picnics in the backyard. Beautiful moments where you danced in the living room, her tiny feet balanced on yours as you held her hands, spinning her around to the music.

When you watched it back, you couldn't recognise yourself. The woman in the videos isn't here anymore. She was long gone, and you missed her.

You were still at HQ, not wanting to return to an empty home, so you stayed, sitting in the vacant cafeteria as you stared aimlessly at your phone, honing in on the tiny writing at the top of the screen, '1 year ago today.'

"You can sit down," you whisper to the presence behind -Miguel- who has been lurking for the past few minutes.

"What gave it away?" he quietly asks, pulling out a chair next to you.

"Your heart," you sadly smile at him and turn your focus back to your phone.

The subject of child loss is always incredibly tricky, never knowing what to say or constantly worrying if you said the wrong thing. It's hard to gauge what does more harm to the parent, and though Miguel is dealing with a similar situation, he still found himself at a loss.

"I do that too," he finally speaks, nodding to your hand. "It feels good for a bit, then it just..."

"Hurts some more," you finish his sentence, weakly chuckling.

"Yeah," he nods, twisting around in his chair to face you. "Can I see?"

You hum, lightly nodding as you press her photo album, turning it so Miguel could see.

You swipe through with tears prickled in your eyes, looming in the water line as you smile at the screen.

"This one," you speak up, clearing your throat. "She— uh, she got into my makeup bag," you laugh, recalling the memory. "And she— erm, she stained her face for a few days. Looked like a panda for a while."

Miguel chuckles, fully immersed in your story. "Gabi did that, too. But she," his smile widens, shaking his head. "Found high heels and dresses."

"Mine too," you snicker, showing him the picture of your daughter playing adult dress up.

You both stay like that for a while, sharing stories and memories of your daughters, recalling comical events to lighten the atmosphere. The pair of you telling tales in a way that connects you.

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artwork by shuploc

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nipuni · 11 days

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Time for an old school blog post, Hello!

Just various updates about life and shows and clothes and some photos! Adding a read more cut because I talk too much 😊

Happy equinox everyone!! The mild weather has been wonderful for daily park walks. We have been taking our meals outside as often as we can to make the most of it before summer scorches the land and all life. The longer days allow for a lot more wandering too but the imminent return of the heat is also making the longing to move up north worse by the day. We miss the choppy ocean and seaside cliffs 😭 We love the silence and the rain and the nippy sea breeze!! it's like being suspended in early spring for half the year and a rainy autumn the other half, Ideal if you don't mind humidity, but that's what wellies and flat caps are for. We have been looking for properties to rent to show up everyday so for now we lie in wait.

Speaking of nature, a few months ago we discovered a free app called Plantnet that you use to take and upload photos of plants, trees, flowers and it will identify them for you. You keep a log with their locations and can share them too to help contribute to each local biodiversity database. It feels like a pokedex for plants. There are many apps like this one to choose from too. It's been so fun learning what all these plants are called and memorizing them! I recommend it, is like a little educational side quest to take on while stretching your legs and getting some fresh air. This is not an ad I promise lmao I just think it's neat! kind of sad feeling the need to clarify that.

This weather is also making me want to start making outfit posts again! It's been so long since I made any!! my winter wardrobe is mostly long wool coats or capes and boots so the inspiration wasn't there but now I'm ready to pull out all my stuff back from under my bed storage and experiment again 👏 I've also been meaning to share some of Nicolas outfits for ages too so there is more variety, could be fun!

Speaking of clothes, lately I've grown more and more frustrated with how poorly most clothes fit me to the point where I'm considering learning how to make them from scratch. I usually have to take in the tops and hem the bottoms but most things I try on are just built weird even if I fix the size, or maybe I'm built weird! I think it may be both. Nicolas also said he would love to learn along with me so we will probably embark on that adventure soon. OH and on a short tangent, I got myself a sort of binder-like top that flattens the chest a bit and I'm loving it! I'm very flat already but what little bust I do have has always bothered me when I dress and I've found I feel a lot more comfortable in this type of top. I'm glad I tried it out so if you feel similarly you may want to give it a go too, see how it feels!

On the media side of things we have also been watching more of David Tennant's work. We are still very much in love with him to an embarrassing degree, you can probably tell if you follow me anywhere, my likes on twitter alone give me away alksjdf and Nicolas isn't any better! if he used social media his would look the same lmao.

Since my last report we have watched and absolutely LOVED "There She Goes" we already want to watch it again honestly. The family dynamics for all his characters are always so real and refreshing!! Their relationship with their wives especially are always so believable in every series we've seen, the comfort and camaraderie, the banter and just friendship! You can tell they enjoy each other's company, it feels true. I love it so much!!

We also watched "Inside man" which was..a very stressful mess but David was incredible as always, also very hot and very pitiful which is always great, and Stanley Tucci was on it! so that's also fun.

Then we rewatched season one of Good Omens and the first 4 seasons of Doctor Who, with all the extra content like the Confidentials, deleted scenes, video diaries and more, they are just so good!! our list of favourite episodes keeps growing, season four is incredible, we are loving all these seasons even more the second time around!! Now we are probably going to start watching either Classic Who or Torchwood, along with more of David's work. We were trying to pick what to watch during dinner the other day and Nicolas was like 'damn, David is not in this though, I miss him' and lmao same so now we just watch one show without him and one with him right after to cope 😂

OH we have also been doing more historical reenactment! Since the last one in the 20's we jumped back to Regency times. We have been putting our outfits together for a ball soon and hopefully another one in autumn in the UK 😊 1800 is the farthest back in time we've been yet so it's been fun doing research, finding pieces and learning the dances in class but also very hectic. I'll share more about this soon!

Then we also have a couple of 1900 events coming soon, so I'll be sharing more Edwardian looks as well, our favourite era!!

Anyway I think that's all for now, thanks for reading to whoever is doing so!! I know this is long and not a popular blogging format anymore but I enjoy it a lot, maybe some of you do too 🥰 I will reply to some messages soon, I'm so sorry I'm so bad at keeping up with those!! I've read them all and cherish every word 🥺 Thank you for supporting my art and shenanigans as always!! I hope you have a great week!!

#personal #nips photos #DW report #of sorts tho I should swap to DT report at this point lmao #I may need a blogging tag so let's just do #Nips blogs #that should suffice

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hotvintagepoll · 1 month

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Propaganda

Brigitte Helm (Metropolis)—Brigitte is the goddess of Metropolis and she deserves to win this poll. She is absolutely stunning, and was a pioneer of silent film. In Metropolis she plays both the good-hearted heroine Maria and the evil robotic clone trying to tear it all down, and she carries both roles off perfectly. SHE HAS THE RANGE, DARLING.

Maria Falconetti (The Passion of Joan of Arc)—there is no way of conveying her appeal which isn't just saying "watch the passion of joan of arc." anyway, vote for the close shaven lesbian filled with the eyes of the weeping/pleading/puppy dog emoji.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut, NSFW]

Brigitte Helm:

THEE femme fatale of German Expressionist film. Her double performance as sweet and innocent Maria and her evil robot doppelganger in Metropolis is fantastic.

just rewatched metropolis with my dad and the scene where she (as the brand new mechanical woman) is being revealed to the upperclass men??? all those men are the horniest theyve ever been in their lives and its Palpable. also just every time she looks at the camera its like that thing of eyes in a painting following you around a room, she has such a heavy gaze it feels like shes judging you from outside time and space and i know some of the tumblr girlies would really go for that if they knew about her

[Editor's note for video: tw for unsavory slave imagery, eyeball horror, freaky statues, death references—generally just go forth with caution if you're sensitive to horror/horror adjacent work. Enjoy!]

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She got to play the most beautiful robot in all of cinema. That's got to count for something.

in the movie metropolis (1927) she plays an evil cyborg *and* a communist. The evil cyborg is hot in a deranged way and the communist is just very pretty.

#maria falconetti #brigitte helm #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2 #Youtube

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loveforsatoru · 4 months

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Our Blue Spring- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Chapter 3: Cameras/Memories)

"Gojo-sensei!" The loud voice coming from down the hall could only belong to Yuji which immediately wakes Satoru up. He hadn't even noticed he fell asleep in the chair of his office. But he did wake up with the familiar feeling of a heavy chest, throbbing headache and wet stains on his cheeks from his tears. He had another dream about you, and a nightmare of the day you left, reminding him that he failed to hold onto the thing that mattered most. He may not get lots of sleep, but when he does, the images of you always play in his head, giving him hope, only to wake up alone once again.

It had been 7 years since that night. He's a teacher now, so he tries not to show his sadness whenever he's around his students. It's hard when all he wants to do is weep and cry every time he thinks about you, but he has to hide it. The last thing he needs is his students wondering why their usually "happy" teacher is all of a sudden upset.

He quickly pulls his blindfold over his eyes as Megumi and Yuji walk into the room. Yuji was holding something that looked like a camera while Megumi silently scolded him, attempting to get him to not bring up the touchy subject.

Megumi knew what it was, Satoru definitely knew what it was and he felt a chill go down his spine the moment his eyes landed on the small black device. He swallowed a lump and got up off the chair, approaching the two young sorcerers.

"What's up?" He asks, his tone cheery, contrary to the thousands of thoughts and emotions running through his head.

"Nobara and I were looking through a couple boxes scattered around the school. We found a camera with your name on it and wanted to know what it was for!" The boy spoke to his teacher with excitement coursing through his veins. He saw it as a way to finally get to know more about the man who everyone calls "The Strongest."

But Satoru saw it as a deep dive into his past, something he didn't share with anyone. The only ones who know a bit of it are Megumi, Shoko, and Suguru. Even so, he doesn't like talking about it.

Megumi shot him an apologetic look, feeling sorry for not being able to keep Yuji in check. Satoru dismissed it with a wave and small smile which threatened to fall into a frown solely at the sight of the camera.

"That? It's just an old thing I forgot I had lying around." A lie.

"It doesn't matter much." Another lie.

That camera meant everything to him. It contained almost every moment you and Satoru spent together. He loved recording the times you spent together and looking back at it in your shared bed with you tucked in comfortably at his side, giggling at the videos he would take. Never did he think he'd have to look back on those without you.

Every night after the break up he'd rewatch every video taken, swipe through every photo he couldn't bring himself to delete. He did this for about 4 years. It gave him a sense of comfort, but he'd only end up spending the entire night crying. He missed the way you'd look at him. He missed walking into the kitchen and listening to you quietly sing as you cooked breakfast. He missed immediately taking out the camera to record whenever you tried on new outfits or got your nails done and showed them off to him. He missed snapping candid photos of you when you weren't looking, setting them as his lock screen and blushing whenever he opened his phone. He was unconditionally in love with you and that would never change.

The reason why the camera has been at the school, hidden in piles of boxes instead of the nightstand on his side of the bed like it used to? It simply pained him too much to look at. He tried to move on, he really did, but he couldn't. He figured that "getting rid" of the camera would help with that, but it didn't. He just never went to go dig it out because it saved him the littlest bit of heartache.

"Does that mean I can keep it then? I've been needing a new one-" Yuji continued, but he was quickly cut off by Satoru.

"No!" That came it louder than Satoru wanted it to, startling both Yuji and Megumi. That camera was a part of his life, one that he never wanted to let go.

Yuji's smile dropped, and his shoulders slumped, feeling bad for upsetting his teacher even if he didn't mean to. Nobody could blame him. Satoru never opened up. Nobody knew what he was thinking about.

"I'm sorry, Yuji. It's just, that camera means a lot to me. I didn't expect anyone to find it." Satoru exhaled, feeling his gut churn.

There was a couple seconds of silence. Yuji nodded as Megumi whispered something in his ear. Yuji hands the camera back to Satoru muttering a "I'm sorry" before exiting the room. Megumi turns back to look at Satoru with a pained look on his face before following behind Yuji.

Satoru stands there, looking down at the small black device in his shaky hands. He takes off his blindfold and tosses it aside before walking over to his desk and sitting down, his leg bouncing anxiously. He stares at the camera for a few more seconds, his mind and his heart at battle. Should he be doing this? Won't it just hurt him even more? It's been 3 years since he last watched the contents it holds.

But to see you was worth all the pain he'd have to endure.

He powered on the camera, waiting impatiently for the screen to load. A little red light began to flicker, indicating that it was about to die. There was only about 5 minutes of battery life left.

Fuck. He didn't have a charger with him. He'd have to do the best he can with the little amount of time he has.

He watched as the camera suddenly turned on, his eyes lighting up at the sight. The screen was a little grainy due to the camera being somewhat old, but your smile still shined just as bright. Every swipe of his finger against the screen held memories that he's never forgotten and remember as if they were yesterday. He swipes through the hundreds of videos splayed throughout the camera. His touch against the buttons, and fingertips against the display were so incredibly gentle, holding it as if it were worth all the money in the world, but to him it was worth even more.

There was a specific one that caught his eye. It dated back to 6 years ago, your one year anniversary. He blinked a couple times, hesitating before hovering his thumb above the video and finally pressing play.

3/3/07-Now playing:

The video had started off simple. Yours and Satoru's everyday morning routine. You woke up earlier than him and decided to make breakfast, but today was special so you made his favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes.

It was ironic, how you'd always wake up first while Satoru slept in for a couple extra hours, burnt out from missions because nowadays, he's lucky enough to get 3 hours of sleep a night. He can't sleep anymore, not without you next to him.

You were softly humming your favorite song as you started with the pancake batter. Your hair was tied into a ponytail as you paced around the kitchen wearing Satoru's shirt which was incredibly large on you.

You were so caught up in cooking that you hadn't realized Satoru had woken up, leaning against the wall with the camera in his hand, recording your movements which he found to be alluring.

"Good morning, baby!" He beamed, walking towards you and holding the camera close to your face.

You nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, pulling you out of your trance.

"Satoru! You scared me! And get the camera out of my face! I don't have any makeup on!" You scolded him, but he could tell you weren't being serious by the way you giggled and flashed a toothy smile at him before focusing your attention back on breakfast.

"Aww, but you always look beautiful no matter what." He cooed, pampering your face with kisses as he zoomed in on what you were making.

His sweet words caused you to blush and turn your face away. He chuckled at the sight before propping the camera on the table and helping you with breakfast. You always appreciated the little things he did for you. It went on to show how much he loved you. And of course, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. Whether that included placing his hands on your waist to pass by, kissing you while you talked because he can't resist himself or wrapping his arms around you as you both waited for the butter to finish melting in the microwave.

It's safe to say things did not go as planned. Your kitchen was a mess. There was flour on the both of you and the floors with pancake batter smeared across the counters.

But you and Satoru were laughing, nearly falling onto each other like the lovesick idiots you were.

"Wait, wait, sweetheart, you have batter on your nose!" He spoke in between breathless laughs.

Before you could respond, he pulled you in by your wrists, and leaned down to lick the batter off your nose, making a face of contempt at the sweet flavor while trying to mask his laughter at your beet red face.

"Ew, Toru! That's nasty!"

"Oh cmon, you know you love everything I do!" He teased, picking up the camera and waving it in front of you to get a good angle of your face. The flour that coated your clothes, the flush on your cheeks, the way your bottom lip pouted out before curling into a smile as you let out the sweetest laughter. He could listen to you all day.

And he was right, you loved everything he did because it filled you up with such warmth and gave you a sense of security that you never had before.

“Hey, Toru.” You began, laughter dying down as you stared at him with admiration.

“Hm?” He responded, his eyes raking through you. Your beauty was incomparable and incomprehensible. How did he get so lucky?

“I love y-”

3/3/07-End

The flashing stopped and the screen went black. The camera died. He stared in disbelief, his heart shattering once more. Does the universe hate him this much? What wrong did he possibly do that he wasn’t allowed to hear his sweet girl say she loved him one last time? What could he have possibly done to get you taken away from him? He remembers this day and every interaction you shared on the back of his hand, but rummaging through his memory was nothing like hearing you say the words.

His head hangs low as he begins to cry into the palms of his hands. His throat sore, and eyes stinging as sobs fill the empty office space, emphasizing how lonely he is without you in his life despite being surrounded by hundreds of people. You're his everything. Those other people don't matter if he can't be with you by your side. You’re all he wants, all he needs. He’s been so miserable the past 7 years. It’s impossible to live without you. He can’t cry as much as he wants to, not here. He doesn’t want anyone to hear him, but his tears won’t stop flowing. Every passing second without you hurts him more and more. He doesn’t know how he made it this far.

His cries were so loud that he didn’t notice the camera slip off his desk and hit the floor, shattering instantly. The last of you, gone.

#satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #jjk x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen

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hazashiovo · 23 days

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Father!figure Joel random headcanons with fem!reader?

(now that I'm reading my request again it sounds pretty vague :/ I'm gonna try to tell some ideas or details. So, would be cool to see how joel cares about reader's hobbies like bringing her new things, what does he do when reader gets sad, or when someone in town is messing with her, how does he reacts when reader shows him affection like making him a gift or hugs him or kisses his cheek, or how does he teases her when she's shy of some subject, etc)

I love this! Especially since I see Joel more in a platonic way.

Joel Miller father headcanons

Joel would be TERRIFIED to be a father again.

After losing Sara he kept living with the feeling that something bad is going to happen to you too.

Even so, nothing is going to harm you while Joel's there ,and he's always there for you.

He had a hard time accepting you as his newly adopted daughter,but once he made peace with himself? Best dad ever.

You like drawing? He left a box with a ton of art supplies.

He found them a while ago but didn't know at that time that you like art.

You enjoy music? He got you your own guitar,which also comes with music lessons only from him.

He knows how much you like listening to him singing,so it became a habit for him to sing to you,and once you gain more experience you'll be able to sing with him.

Maybe you like reading, Joel makes sure to bring you to this huge library,a bit far from Jackson but it's totally worth it.

You returned home with toons of books to occupy your time.

It doesn't matter which hobby you have, he will always be there to support it.

One thing I learned from the show,is that Joel likes hiking.

He used to do that with Sara when things were still okay, so when he started this with you it felt like a part of him healed.

When exploring a new place,he found an old shop full of video cameras and photo camera,and so he started collecting photos of you two. He even made an album where he keeps the photos with you.

If there was a fire that would be the main thing he would save.

When you got older he became more protective. He knew those Jackson boys barely wait for a new girl to get with. Well not this girl,not his little girl.

If you're queer,he would be completely oblivious. My man doesn't have a gaydar,not in the slightest.

If you would hang out with a girl pretty often he would just assume you're best friends or something along the lines.

Now if he accidentally saw you kiss with said girl? S-H-O-C-K.

Joel's not homophobic,don't get him wrong,but he just never expected it. And never actually saw it coming.

But if he saw you and a boy kiss,he's all protective father mode on.

Of course he's not a meat head, he'll understand that you have the right to a relationship just as much as anyone,but that doesn't mean he's also fond of the idea of a boy around you.

He'll only accept it for your happiness,but if that guy ever hurts you? Oh well, it's not his fault for what's about to happen.

Fortunately he trusts you can pick the right person, whether they're a girl or a boy.

At times when you're sick he can't help but remember Sara, he'd also remember how worried he would be for his daughter,the same worry that he feels for you.

He makes sure you stay inside and makes you drink and take the pills the doctor prescribed for you,even if you don't like it.

If you ever return from outside hurt, expect to never hear the end of it. For some time he wouldn't let you leave Jackson, mostly because of his fear of anything happening to you again.

But he's not that kind of Father,so after a while he will reluctantly give you permission to go outside Jackson again.

Movie nights.

Joel finds those old DVDs with movies he used to watch before the apocalypse,and he just loves rewatching them with you.

You'll be all snuggled up in his chest,head right where his heart beat, everything reminding him of his movie nights with Sara after a long shift at work.

Joel feels really happy and fulfilled that you trust him enough to be this vulnerable around him. Especially since this world is cruel and full of dangers.

He's dead set to never let anything or anyone lay a finger on you,even if it costs him his life.

My daddy issues are sueing me.

#joel tlou #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel #joel tlou2 #joel headcanons #joel miller headcanon #tlou #tlou headcanons #reader #x reader #platonic #father x daughter #tlou2 #the last of us x reader #fluff #fluff headcanons #fluff imagine

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flickrrposts · 11 months

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Flug is Going to Lose an Arm - Theory

I'm not quite a theorizer, but with Villainous now in the US, I was rewatching season 1A when I noticed something I thought might be worth mentioning.

It's pretty common for cartoons to casually tell the audience major spoilers to the series in a discreet way that flies over the audiences' heads. (i.e. Ducktective in Gravity Falls, or the Cookie Cat song in the first episode of Steven Universe)

So when V.I.R.U.S. listed the spoilers for Código Guajolote at the end of episode 4, I wrote each of them down in case they became important later in the series.

@paper-gold-theories has a post going through each of the spoilers V.I.R.U.S. lists, where they draw a clear parallel between Flug and the character Macias from the show. (So go check out their observations!! Their theory on the "10-year-war" is great!)

One of the spoilers regarding Macias was that Macias "Has no arms."

So personally, I had the thought that Flug would lose an arm at some point, but didn't think about it much at the time, and just added it to a list of "cool fanart/edit ideas".

But later I was going through old saved photos, when I found this livestream sketch of animatronic-versions of the main cast (featuring Demencia ripping off animatronic-Flug's arm):

(Source: This post from @nightfurmoon)

Later, I was rewatching the orientation videos, and Black Hat jokes about ripping off Flug's arm at 6:06 (although, keep in mind that this is in response to what was occurring in the clip he's reacting to).

(link + english fan-sub)

And then, this one's a long shot, but in episode 6, Flug winds up finding an extra detached arm of his as a bit of dark humor (at about 2:11).

This one's definitely reaching, but it's another example of a dismembered Flug-arm, and thought it was worth bringing up.

These could all be coincidences, but I thought it was a cool concept to share none-the-less.

#villainous #villanos #villainous theory #dr flug #villainous theories

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this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms · 10 months

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In Darkness There Is Light || Across the Spider-Verse ||

Remember when you’re lost in the darkness. Look for the light.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death of a loved one, female reader (sorry guys, i’ll make male related content if anyone asks for!)

Words: 1.2K

A/N: Tiktok back at it again with the inspiration 🤧 Hope you guys enjoyed this and let me know if you want more.

Miguel was shrouded in darkness as he sat in his office, the only light coming from the screen in front of him. He was rewatching old footage, happier times before his daughter was ripped away from him. The images on the screen were of her last birthday before the universe collapsed. Gabriella was laughing at him, his face covered in frosting after she managed to trick into being the one whose face was pushed in the cake. He was laughing too, wiping away some of the frosting off his face and smearing it over her nose. He remembered that so well.

“You got me good, Gabi,” he said, letting out a small laugh with her. “But now we match.”

She laughed again and kissed her dad on the cheek, not caring if more frosting got on her.

The screen went black right after, leaving Miguel to sit in complete darkness. He didn’t care, shoulders slumped with a sullen look on his face. He didn’t have the energy to play another clip, already feeling too numb to do so. So he just sat there in silence. He didn’t even move when he heard someone step in, nor when a familiar scent filled his nose.

You walked through the dark room, your enhanced vision letting you see through as you searched for Miguel. You weren’t surprised to find him shrouded in darkness, it was basically his natural habitat. You also knew what he did here. Holing himself up and rewatching videos of the other life he once had. Sometimes he would coop himself up in here for days without any of you hearing from him.

During those times you made sure to check up on him, bringing him something to eat. It's what you were doing now, gripping the bag of food firmly in your hand. You found him sitting in front of his cyberdesk, staring blankly at nothing. You could only assume he had been watching videos again.

“Miguel,” you called out gently. “I brought you something to eat.”

He didn’t answer and you sighed, approaching him further. “You’ve been in here all day. You should eat something.”

“I’m not hungry,” he finally answered.

“Hungry or not, you still need food in your system. I brought you sopa de albondigas,” you said, a slight accent in your words. “I think I said that right… I figured something light would suffice.”

“Keep it. I said I’m not hungry,” he argued.

You sighed and set the bag down beside him. “Miguel…”

“I told you I’m not hungry. Leave me alone, I have important things to do.”

He turned to look at you, harsh glare on his face and voice raising some. He could yell at you all he wanted, you weren’t budging. “Please… eat something and talk to me.”

He stayed silent, looking back ahead and making you sigh heavily as you took a seat next to him. You reached your hand out and grabbed onto his, finding no reaction from him. You held his large hand in both of yours, finding it amazing how one hand of his equated to both of yours. You both had the same abilities, same strength that came with it yet he was significantly so much bigger. Miguel shocked you when he grabbed one of your hands, fingers lacing with yours. You smiled to yourself, gently squeezing his hand as the two of you sat in silence. It was almost peaceful, as if this is what he needed from you.

You couldn’t just sit in silence and after a moment, you spoke. “Have I ever told you how I lost my brother?”

He didn’t say anything but the shake of his head told you to continue. “It was just after I got bitten by the spider. I couldn’t have been Spider-Woman for more than 3-4 months. My brother, he was a detective, you can guess how that panned out.”

“My brother, he was all I had after our parents died. He practically raised me. I loved him, I admired him, I wanted to be a hero just like him. So when I got bit, I took it as a sign that I was meant to be just like him, even if he didn’t want me anywhere near police work.”

You paused for a moment, looking down at the tangled hands in your lap. You hadn’t noticed that your thumb was brushing over the back of Miguel’s. You knew it was meant to soothe you instead of him.

“Living with a detective made it easy to be Spider-Woman, everything he knew about a case so did I. One day I was tracking down a criminal organization that he had information on, I didn’t know he was doing the same… alone. My idiot brother thought he could take them down alone so he didn’t call for backup. He was wrong.”

You paused again, blinking rapidly to clear away any tears that threatened to spill. It's been years now since your brother died, but his death still weighed heavily on you. You never talked about it but this was a special case. You wanted Miguel to know that you knew what he was going through.

“Seeing him there, where he wasn’t supposed to be, I got distracted. My senses went all haywire that I didn’t… I didn’t see the bullet from one of the members. They got away and my brother was left bleeding out. He… He died in my arms, I couldn’t do anything to stop the blood.”

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves down and your tears. You felt Miguel squeeze your hand, this time it was him who was providing you comfort. You looked at him, his red eyes staring into yours, his eyes telling you how sorry he was. You gave him a smile, one to tell him that you were okay and continued.

“I gave up being who I am for sometime after that. It was too hard being a hero for the city when I couldn’t even save my own brother.”

“What brought you back?” he asked, finally speaking after all that time.

“It was something he used to say to me, whenever things became too much. It's funny, back then I thought it was just something he said to make me feel better. I didn’t know how much impact it would actually have as Spider-Woman,” you told him.

“What did he say, your brother?”

“He used to say; when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light. And he was right, I just had to look for the light. I put the suit back on and became the hero my city needed. Then I found others like me, other spider-men, women, all in between. I found you, and it was like everything lit up again. I found my light. So, I know you will too.”

You gave him another smile, warmer this time and brought his hand up. You pressed your lips to it, kissing it gently before letting go and standing up. You didn’t want to keep him any longer than you should.

“Don’t forget to eat, okay?” you said, taking your leave after.

Miguel watched you leave, thinking back to your words and the cord it struck. You were right, he was finding his light again.

#oneshots #oneshot #one shot #one shots #imagines #imagine #spider-man #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spider-man: across the spider-verse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara one shots #miguel o'hara one shot #miguel o'hara imagines #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099

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lynaferns · 2 months

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Y'know this 'Draw your blorbos here' meme?

I was rewatching an old video and I think I found a perfect counterpart (I'm putting the original video under a cut)

Now I have two memes idk what characters to draw in

It's better if you see the animation.

You won't understand a thing if you don't speak spanish tho. Sadly, they don't have english subtitles, not all of their videos at least.

youtube

#my pose references for OCs folder keeps growing and I still don't know what characters to draw help #there's so many things I should be drawing and I'm not #*sobs*#Youtube

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junebug-jamboree · 3 months

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ROLLBOTS LOST EPISODE CREEPYPASTA

Author’s note: I’ve been rewatching @indigosfindings' video about the pitfalls and virtues of creepypastas over and over again for a good long while. I found it a bit late, but it’s managed to find a spot on my endlessly rewatchables playlist. Because of all of this, I was inspired to write a creepypasta of my own in an attempt to hit almost all of the pitfalls at once. I also decided to make it about RollBots because of the line about it during the “empty replica” segment. I’ve never heard of this show, and I deliberately chose not to watch any of it in order to keep it as out of character as possible. I looked at the TV Tropes page for basic plot information and character names, but that’s it. Hopefully I did alright! :)

Quick note: This pasta has themes of murder and violence in it, and is not suitable for kids. Other than that, hope you all enjoy! :D

PART I: rollbots lost episoad Spin the Killer

I is was HUGE fan of rollbots when i was a kid, it was my favotire show ever, everyday after school i would wach it on the tv and i loved it so much. My favotire charcater was always Spin and i wanted to be just like him when i growed up. Oneday after shcool my mom took me to a garage sale at our neibors house, he was selling lots of old stuff, i was bored. I looked around and saw some old webkinz plushies, but i didnt want them because wekinz is for babys anyways. Suddnely i see a amazing sight, i see a dvd case with a familar round red charcater on it… it was a rollbots dvd!!!! I broght it to mom and sayed “mom can i buy this plz!!!!!!” mom sayed “NO” and i sayed “PLZ!!!!!” before mom could say no again the neibor comes over and says i can have it for free. I sayed “REALLY!!!!!” the neibor sayed “yes”, i was so so so happy!!! I went back home with my mom and i went to my room, i put the dvd into my mini tv, the menu had all the episoads! But thing that made me confusde is was that there was a extra episoad at the bottom of the menu,it was called “Spin the Killer”. Thats weird i thouhgt… I thouhgt the tittle of the episoad was just a glitch, I decided to wach the episoad but i shold not of wached the episoad! The begining of the episoad was just like any other it had all of the charcaters i know and love, but was diffrent was the theme song had words now. But not normal words… scary words! The words sayed in the song were “Killer spin is coming!” “You hide now! He come for you!” “Time to die!!!” i was creeped out. After the theme song it shown Flip City than it zoomed into the charcaters. Captain pounder was talking to Penny about what they were going to do today, penny sayed something about doing training to fight Vertex and the bad guys. What was weird thing was that her voice was all echoy and stuff. Suddnely Spin busts down the wall, he is holding an knife. I thouhgt that was weird because Spin is a good guy! Spin than says “Hello friends! Or should i say… GOODBYE!!!!” His eyes goes hyper rellistic and Spin then stabbes Captain pounder with his knife, black oil goes flying every where! I was so scared! Penny screams and trys to run away but then Spin pulls out a chainsaw and chasing her. Lance then come in and sayed “Spin what are doing!!!!” Spin then slice penny in half with his chain saw, covering every one in oil and sending metal parts everry where. Lance got chain swa away from spin, but Spin then pulled out a gun and sayd” You cannot stop me weakling!” Spin shoot Lance in the face, there was a hole on his four head that leaked oil. I thouhgt i was gonna throw up… Suddnely Spin looked staright at me and sayed “YOUR NEXT SAM…” the episoad ended right there. The dvd went flying out of tv and nearly cut my head of! I toke the dvd and smashed it into one millon pices, put the pices in a shoebox and burryd it in the back yard. That episoad was so scary that i didnot sleep for two days. If you see a rollbots dvd at a yard sale, DONT WACH IT!!!!! You will be scared for your life……

PART II: RollBots Lost Episode: “Spin the Killer”

I had a horribly traumatic memory from when I was a child. It involved my all-time most beloved TV show. It was a show called “RollBots,” and I watched it every day after I got home from school. The rich themes within the narrative captured my heart at a tender young age, and the characters were all well-rounded and three-dimensional; as if they were real people I could meet. Far and away, my favorite was Spin. The heroic leader of the noble bots, his mission was to keep Flip City safe from the clutches of Vertex and his army. When I was but a mere child, I greatly admired the round, red bot, and I wanted to be just like him one day. Heroic, noble, and having shoes the size of my head.

When I was about six or seven, I’m not exactly sure, I was at a yard sale with my mother, and I happened across a DVD of RollBots. The individual who was hosting the sale offered me the DVD for free; not a cent did I owe. At that moment, I felt like I was the luckiest child alive. Luckier than a five footed rabbit with fur made of four leaf clovers. Oh, how my little heart did backflips within my chest; the endorphins rushing from my brain to every other part of my tiny body. It was a high that I, in all of my years, have never been able to replicate. Not with mushrooms, weed brownies, mushroom brownies, or any other intoxicant substance. However, my RollBots related ecstasy was not meant to last.

An utterly wicked sight awaited me when I put the DVD into my TV, one that would haunt me for decades to come. A truly accursed episode of my beloved cartoon; an episode that felt as if it had crawled from the depths of the fiery underworld itself. It was as if the pixels on the TV screen were dyed from the tears of orphans, the polygons making the characters’ models carved from the calcified remains of man’s arrogance. It was not an episode of my dearest cartoon show, nay; it was a foul hallucination woven by Lucifer himself.

To this day, I haven’t, and don’t think I can, forget the sensations I felt while watching it. The sweat from my forehead seeped into the panda eared toque I wore, the wispy golden hairs on my arms stood on end, and my eyeballs went as wide as wide could go. They were like emerald colored satellites; in that they forcibly received and converted the data from the cursed episode and sent it to be branded onto the inside of my cranium. If I were to have my head cut open, the image of Spin with a knife would be found on my cerebellum; no doubt about that.

At the same time, I’d found myself at odds with my disgust, for I was deeply fascinated by this episode. I’d had an insatiable desire to know more about this episode, and who could have possibly created such an abominatious affront to Canadian CGI animation. Countless hours were poured into scouring the bowels of the internet for any information on the episode, and countless hours proved to be fruitless.

My biggest breakthrough yet came when I returned to my childhood home. When I looked out into the backyard, the memory came back to me; the memory of destroying the DVD, as if I were Hercules slaying the Hydra for the benefit of the world at large. I had sacrificed my childhood innocence by subjecting myself to such a rancid episode, and so I destroyed the only copy I knew of to prevent any other innocent souls from being snuffed out by that foul thing.

The shattered remains of the plastic disc cried out to me from their, what I assumed at the time to be, permanent, resting place. Like a moth to a flame, I found myself drawn to the voice. I got the shovel from the shed, and I dug into the earth in search of Pandora’s shoebox. Beyond the everpresent weeds, the forgotten plastic bits of toys, and the unmarked graves of hamsters long past, I found the patch of ground where not just the DVD had been laid to rest, but my own childhood innocence by proxy. The shovel tore through the soil and tossed it to the wayside as I made my way down.

The sight of the withered shoebox filled my head with emotions I thought were only perceptible to the mantis shrimp. An overwhelming sense of relief washed over me, in knowing that I hadn’t imagined the whole incident after a particularly nasty sugar binge. At the same time, I felt a strong sense of hatred for the DVD that ruined my life. I scooped up the shoebox with the gentle hands of a mother carrying her firstborn child, and I brought it with me back to my new house. Far away from the memories of the past, and into new horizons.

Once I arrived at my humble abode, I set the shoebox down on my desk. I knew what was to come from such an unholy process. Tonight, I was to take the shattered corpse of the DVD, and reanimate it. Super Glue would serve as the sutures to my very own monster, and I was to make myself into a proper Frankenstein. The task was a delicate one, so I couldn’t afford to let my emotions take me over like I did all those years ago. It was mind over matter; and I knew that logic and reason would triumph over the irrational fears of a young child. I channeled my rationality into my hands as I applied glue to every edge of the pieces of disc, unifying them once more.

20 grueling minutes passed me by, as if the time had been late for school and had rushed out the door with toast in its mouth. I looked at my finished handiwork for the first time, and I shed a single tear upon seeing the disc whole once again. It was time to face my childhood fears and play the disc one more time.

I delicately inserted the disc into the DVD slot, the euphoria of which was comparable to a night of passionate romancing with your mother. The inner workings of the machinery within my TV did what was required of them, and they read the disc without fault or error. The familiar episode layout appeared on the TV screen, and taking caution, I hovered the remote’s cursor over the last entry; the episode to end all episodes.

“Spin the Killer.”

I brought down my thumb against the play button on the remote with the same passion and fervor of a judge bringing down his gavel after sentencing a serial killer to the electric chair. I braced myself for the episode which was to come. I braced myself for all of the old wounds which were to be opened by the re-exposure to the cause of them.

To my surprise, the screen was completely blank. The TV screen was as dark as a moonless night. No stars, no sun, no galaxy. Nothing. I looked at the empty void portrayed on the screen with wide, spherical oculars. The more I observed, the more I began to see. The faint image of a red-hued sphere began to creep out of the shadows within the TV, icy blue eyes peeking out from the darkness like a tiger about to pounce on its prey. A grin crept across the round face of the red sphere, bright white teeth shattering the monotonous pitch black with their glow.

“Hello, Sam,” A voice spoke from behind me. I whipped my head around to see what the source of the voice had been.

“Or, should I say, goodbye,” the voice spoke again. This time, I knew the exact source of it. The moment I turned around, I was met with the vicious visage of the red robot that had shattered my childhood dreams.

It was Spin, live in the flesh (er, metal?), standing in front of me. In his robotic right hand was a Teruyasu Fujiwara knife, the stainless steel blade reflecting the light above in an odd fashion due to its rough-hewn texture. At that moment, I knew the last thing I would see in my short life would be the juxtaposition of the slightly bumpy texture of the blade with the delicate calligraphy on the side.

“Spin… it’s you,” I ejaculated.

“Who else would it be?” He announced as he held out his mechanical arms in a triumphant pose.

“But… Why are you here? How are you here?!” I interrogated. “You’re not real! You’re supposed to be a cartoon character!”

“I have my ways, dear,” Spin answered with a scoff and a crossing of the arms. “I’m here because I have something to say to you.”

“What is it?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. The robot cleared his throat before speaking once more.

“11 14 11 24 24 33 31 53 22 14,” he beeped in a series of mechanical whirrs.

“What does that mean?” I questioned.

“Here,” he answered, handing me a sheet of paper. “Use this.”

I carefully inspected the document he handed me. This is what it looked like.

“This makes no sense,” I articulated confusedly.

“It’s actually really simple,” Spin began. “You take the numbers I just said and run them through the cipher.” His black tipped finger pointed at the first tile of the square.

“I said 11, so that means you look at the square with 1 on the top and 1 on the side. Then I said 14, so now you go down to the one with 1 on the top and 4 on the side. Keep doing that until you’ve figured it out.”

“Oh, that makes more sense,” I articulated, knowledge-havingly. I decoded the cipher using the numbers Spin had beeped. Once I figured out the hidden message, all of the color left my face.

“Oh, my God…” I let slip, even though I’m a stone cold atheist. I believe in science, thank you very much.

“It’s true,” Spin hummed. “And I intend to do it to you, too.” He pointed the tip of his knife towards my colorless face.

“But… why? What did I do to you?” I fell to my knees and pleaded with the red sphere.

“It’s more about what you didn’t do,” He began. “You forgot about me.”

“I did?”

“Yes! You did!” Spin’s rather large sneakers squeaked against the floor as he paced around in front of me. “You stopped watching me and my friends. One thing led to another, and all of a sudden, no one was watching me anymore. No one even remembered my name.”

“No one? Not a single person?” I asked.

“No one. They were all busy playing Webkinz!” He shouted with a stomp of the foot for emphasis. “It’s like no one even cared about me.”

I bit my lower lip, realizing the error of my ways.

“It was horrible, being forgotten,” the bot continued. “It’s like I meant nothing to anyone. Not even you.”

“Me?!” I sputtered.

“Yes, you! Being forgotten by you was a fate worse than death. Worse than the heat death of the universe. Worse than pulling a hangnail too far! And do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I loved you.”

“Excuse me?” My jaw went slack as I did a double take.

“I looked forward to spending those after school days with you. I loved putting on a show to entertain you. You were my favorite human. I saw so much potential in you, and I wanted to mold you into someone I could be proud of. But you just… left.” The sadness was evident in Spin’s sapphire eyes, but behind the dual walls of blue was a burning hatred.

“So I came to a decision,” Spin decided as he slowly approached me. “I’m going to kill you. Just like I killed everyone else. And what fun I’ll have doing it.”

Without warning, the robot swung the knife at me. I narrowly dodged it, the tip of the blade grazing ever so slightly against my cheek. I took several steps backwards, bumping against the TV that I’d forgotten about.

“Don’t make this difficult, Sam,” Spin taunted as he approached.

Seeing an opportunity, I kicked the robot in the face and bolted out the door to my room. I practically flung myself down the stairs, momentum working both for and against me in my plight down the flight. Once I had reached the bottom, I scrambled back to my feet and booked it for the front door, the sound of squeaking shoe rubber following closely behind me. I quickly shut the front door and locked it, my hands trembling as I fiddled with my keys. The tip of Spin’s knife penetrated the wood of the door, which was my cue to run for my car; a 2004 Vauxhall Astra that sat parked in the driveway of my house.

I flung open the car door, got into the front seat, and pulled the door shut once more. I slammed the keys into the ignition and peeled out of my driveway faster than a bullet train, not bothering to fasten my seatbelt until I’d made it out of my neighborhood. Before I could think about where I could go next, a single antenna rose in my rearview mirror, followed by a pair of navy blue eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” I screamed as I lost control of my vehicle. I swerved into a wooded area and flipped the car over several times. The various objects within were sent flying; a travel mug full of days old coffee that I’d forgotten about popped open and splashed its contents all over the walls of the car. Broken glass pierced my skin, like the shadow version of having my ears pierced at Claire’s for my eighth birthday. Time seemed to stop, but also play in fast forward at the very same time. Such a paradoxical predicament would not go unnoticed by the universe at large, and so the car finally settled down in a wooded ditch.

I clamored out of the wrecked vehicle, battered and bruised from the experience, yet unharmed deeper than a superficial level. I rested on my hands and knees, trying to process all that had just happened. Numbers crunched in my head as I tried to reverse engineer the trajectory of the car and calculate the probability of my survival, but none of the numbers made any sense; not even to my intellectual self.

The area around me was an absolute mess. Copies of my resume from job interviews of the past lay scattered on the grass below. The cup holder between the front seats had popped out, revealing a cartoon shark imprinted on the bottom (I had always wondered where the hidden shark was on this particular model). Glass shards littered the ground like the workshop of an amateur mosaic artist. The car itself, my trusty steed in my quest to rid myself of the red robot, lay upside-down like a turtle flipped on its back. I shed a small tear upon seeing my prized Astra in such a sorry state.

My thoughts were interrupted by one of the rear doors opening, and a somehow completely unharmed Spin stepping out.

“Wow,” he remarked. “That was quite a ride, wasn’t it? Now, where were we?”

The red robot slowly approached me, knife still in hand. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotions all in conflict with one another. Fear of my impending doom, rage at the betrayal of my childhood hero, thoughts of what I would say to my relatives if I had the chance, and who I would meet on the other side. But at the forefront of all of them, one emotion stood strong and true.

Logic.

I knew Spin was no match for my intellect. None of his dirty little tricks could even hold a candle to my divine wisdom. Not even one of those tiny candles that are put in jack o’ lanterns. Not even a candle made by the world’s smallest candlemaker for the world’s smallest candelabra. All of Spin’s candles were the smell of a body shop, while mine were the smell of cold hard facts.

So that was exactly what I decided to use to my advantage. I stood up and adjusted my collar before speaking.

“Fine, then,” I spoke. “If you want to kill me, then kill me. I’m ready for you.”

“Well, alright then,” Spin responded. “I just might have to take you up on that offer.”

“Yes, indeed,” I declared back. “But I have just one thing I want to say first.”

“Oh?” Spin asked, bemused. “And what would that be? What are your final words?” I grinned with delight, as he’d fallen straight into my trap.

“THIS! STATEMENT! IS! FALSE!!!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs. Spin seemed taken aback by my outburst.

“Is… is that true?” He asked again.

“Yes!” I shouted. “It’s true that this statement is false!”

“But- but- that doesn’t make sense!” The robot took a step back, dropping his knife and clutching his head in confusion. “How can it be true if it’s false?”

“It just is,” I retorted with a confident smirk.

“N-no! It can’t be!” Smoke began to seep from Spin’s circular head. “It’s just not right!”

Those ice blue eyes, which moments ago had instilled fear into my heart, now had a look of utter terror on them. The frightener had become the frightened, it seemed.

“How does that make you feel, smart boy?” I asked the round robot, who at this point was now in a desperate frenzy. The circuits in his head were in overdrive, trying to comprehend my prior proclamation.

“This is… this is…” He stammered as his eyes jittered in place. “THIS IS ALL WRONG!!!”

Without warning, the robot’s head burst into flames, shards of metal being sent in all directions. His metal arms were blown off to either side, and the flaming remnants of his lower half fell to the ground; knees first, followed by the lower half of the head.

I looked on at the display in front of me, and I couldn’t help but smile. I had slain the beast with nothing but my wits. Such a feat, I believed not even the cosmos itself would be able to replicate; not even in billions of years. I had proven to myself, and the world at large, that once again, facts and logic prevail over all adversity.

Once the fire had died down, I knelt down at Spin’s lower half, removed his large sneakers, and put them on myself. I then began to walk out of the woods in search of the nearest gas station.

It was time to treat myself to some coffee.

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