cami

leader of the chuds

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CAMI - minor, fat jobless chud, any prns,

FANDOMS (or shows i’ve watched) - genshin impact, yellow jackets, all quiet on the western front, alice in borderland and more

ABOUT ME - I will mostly write oc x cc because that’s what I enjoy (i’m a self centered bastard) but I will write cc x reader on occasion and I will do cc x reader reqs!

RULES 4 REQ, GENERAL RULES, AIRBUDS, MASTERLIST

[homoeroticjunoincident]

reblog to make prev stop having headaches

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SI TÚ SUPIERAS LO QUE YO SURFÍ POR TI

Mari Ibarra x Fem!reader drabble

a/n ohh mari ibarra ull always be famoumus

synopsis: Natalie managed to lead the rest of the girls to rescue, using Mari as decoy. On the plane ride back home you see a familiar face.

tags: angst, post!crash (around your 20s) , mean mari, reader is tweaking tf out

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“Alone on a Friday night? that’s sad.” you didn’t need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. You didn’t turn around, You knew shouldn’t turn around. She wasn’t real, she was just some fucked up illusion that your head made up.

An awkward silence filled the room, you could feel her eyes boring into you as you folded your laundry. A scoff escaped her. “Wow, I come back from the after life and you ignore me-“

You still had your back facing her “what do you want?” you cut her off, folding one last shirt before turning to face her even though you knew you shouldn’t have turned around. She looked like she was freezing.

“nothing, just felt bad for you.” She hummed, she looked you up and down. “I mean look at how life turns out for you-“ she said, cutting herself off with a snort.

you stood there for a moment. your brows scrunched up slightly at her words. “wow - real mature Mar..” you said before turning back away to folding clothes.

“well you know im not really real, even you know how sad you turned out to be. Maybe it should have been you who died.”

[uncleromeo]

if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.

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evil man who supports the murder of brunette people: hahaha i hate you and I hope u die

ppl and families with brown hair: guys I don’t like this man, he supports my family and friends being murdered. I do not want him alive because he supports the same systems that kill my friends and family.

insufferable dick head: omg!!! murder isn’t the answer, why can’t we all love each other :( it’s just an opinion he expresses we all have the right to free speech!! :(

[alstromeria-bouquet]

My friend refers to Dottolone as dottypants and I’m completely obsessed with it because it conjures to mind cartoonish polka dot boxers and that’s delightful, petition to start using this as a ship name

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awwww so cute

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Kinda Not Vibing with Some People's Pantalone Takes...

I am all for everyone having their own headcanons and I've never been one to tell people how they should draw or write a character in their own fan projects, but I have said before that I think Hoyo fandoms have a massive problem with mixing up headcanon and actual canon, to the point that people start insisting their personal interpretations of characters are accurate even when they--not just slightly but actively-- contradict canon. "Kaveh can't see aranara because he's traumatized" nonsense, I am looking at you.

And it kind of feels like the fandom's Pantalone takes might end up going that way too, because it seems half the fans are already convinced Feofan is a wasting-away waif of a man who is going to die of diphtheria at a moment's notice... Despite the game telling us that Pantalone is, at the very best, a completely unreliable narrator when it comes to himself, his health, and his abilities.

A lot of people seem convinced already that Pantalone must be in terrible health, just generally a very sickly and/or physically weak person. But...

That's not actually what Dottore's medical records on Pantalone even say?

Up until at least the point in time in which Pantalone became immortal, Dottore was rating his health condition as literally "good."

I would assume someone like Dottore would be able to tell the difference between a person in poor health and a person in good health, right?

Pantalone (initially) had no allergies, had no stated history of medical illnesses, and was in good enough shape for Dottore to make no comment on any physical ailments or bodily issues, unlike what he did for others he was reporting on (such as mentioning one of the people he experimented on was obese and had a history of drug use, etc.).

And, most importantly, none of Pantalone's medical records are even about natural health issues directly--they're all about injuries.

In the first report, Pantalone's vital signs are unstable because before Dottore got hold of him, he was somehow attacked/beaten/in a bad fight, to the point he had both superficial (skin surface) injuries and internal hemorrhaging. Yet despite bleeding in one of the worst possible areas to bleed, he was still awake and clear-headed enough to converse with Dottore and use his wits to convince the doctor to spare him.

The second medical report was the result of another fight, this time ending in a gunshot wound, and all Pantalone got for it was some stitches and an oral painkiller and went on his way, while refusing to even tell Dottore who shot him or why.

The third complaint is deteriorating vision, but once again... It's not because of an underlying, innate, or natural health issue. This isn't macular degeneration, cataracts, or glaucoma... The diagnosis is "corneal damage." 25's note is that Pantalone "failed to adhere to occupational safety adjustments." Effectively, while working, Pantalone did something that caused physical damage to the outer lenses of his own eyes.

This could be working so long and in such conditions that he caused himself dry eye, or exposing himself to damaging chemicals, or utilizing radiation or high-powered UV lights, etc. The most common form of corneal damage is abrasions--scratches on the eye lenses brought about from rubbing at your eyes too much. Pantalone's not just randomly blind as a bat--he actively did (is probably still doing) things that hurt himself, resulting in permanent bodily damage to his eyesight.

The fourth complaint was... once again... caused by Pantalone being incapable of toning it the fuck down. He literally gave himself ulcers from overwork and failing to feed himself.

By this point, the pattern emerging should be pretty clear: It's not that Pantalone's unhealthy by nature or genetics--it's that Pantalone is so invested in his mission (and likely his own personal ambitions) that he utterly neglects himself in pursuit of his goals. Nobody seems to matter to Pantalone less than Pantalone himself. It's to the point where Dottore is so fed up with it, the segments start ending the medical reports with notes saying: "Patient is so unwilling to take care of himself, I'm not even going to write reports on his various self-inflicted injuries anymore."

The fifth complaint is pneumonia, but it's the same story--it's not just a random illness because Pantalone somehow has a nonexistent immune system. It's pneumonia from "extensively necrotic lung tissue" because he literally chain-smoked his own lungs into rotten lumps. Once again, every single problem Pantalone is facing is a self-inflicted injury due to completely refusing to make his own body a priority.

I would also like to point out that it took him 145 years of smoking* 20 cigarettes a day (that's 1,058,500 cigarettes total!!) to burn up his first set of lungs. Those were extremely healthy lungs if you ask me???

(* - There's actually a funny conflict in the numbers here. At 56, Segment 25 reported that Pantalone was a "smoker of 30 years," which would mean he started smoking at 26. However, at 175, Segment 65 reports that Pantalone is a "smoker of 145 years," which would mean he started at 30. Pantalone has been giving his doctor bullshit numbers for 145 sexy sexy years. Anddddd whether you go with 26 or 30 for his starting year, Pantalone only started smoking after he met Dottore, so who is really to blame here???)

The sixth complaint was the acid attack--after which Pantalone waited four hours before seeking treatment, apparently.

The seventh complaint was the sudden development of a wool allergy after 220 years of not having a single known allergy--but once again, this isn't a natural health problem. This occurred because the acid attack broke the skin barrier and sensitized his system after the broken skin was exposed to wool. This is noted at the end of the acid attack report, which confirms that Pantalone is experiencing new sensitivities due to the broken skin barrier:

After which, Dottore fixes the problem and Pantalone never has a single allergy again. Bro is built of tougher stuff than me, at least. (Unfortunately, he was also built without an ounce of self-preservation.)

The eighth complaint was tripping over a bedpost in the night because he wasn't wearing the glasses that he only needs because he fucked up his own eyes.

Not a legitimate health problem, dude is just clumsy.

The final complaint is another assassination attempt, and even though he was going through acute liver failure that literally caused him to DIE and have to have emergency resuscitation, he still woke up twice and later had enough gall to ask to replicate the poison so he could use it on other people.

Yes, the game does drop lines like this:

But at this point, seeing how "field work" for Pantalone seems to involve being uhhhh *checks notes* beaten, shot, acid attacked, and poisoned to death... I'm inclined to say the "toll" is a lot less "I'm too physically sickly for this" and a lot more "I'm literally cursed and every time I step foot out of the palace, the world tries to KILL ME."

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I think the chain-smoking dude who forgets to eat if someone's not there telling him to is the healthiest person ever. He's clearly got Issues™. At the very least he is neglectful of his own health. But even though the game is quite clear that Pantalone is an accident-prone overworker who apparently has enemies lurking around every single corner, there's really not anything in the writing suggesting he's as sickly as, say, Baizhu.

(Just because he looks like Baizhu doesn't mean he coughs like Baizhu, okkayyyyy? lol)

The way some people are out there describing Pantalone as this fragile twig of a man, racked with illnesses, bed-ridden half the year, can't handle the Snezhnayan cold, sweet prince who will hack out a lung if he moves wrong, absolutely normal human with no powers, delicate flower in a world of super-powered god-tier fighters is just kind of 🤔🤔🤔 to me because... did we... play the same patch...?

The model is right there. You can tell the devs don't want you to think he's a complete twig since they put in the effort to call deliberate attention to his pecs in his design:

I'm not suggesting he's intended to be jacked like Varka or Wriothesley, not at all, but he's at least built like Alhaitham--the character designers put in effort to give him a defined chest even if the rest of his model is slender. The devs wouldn't have bothered adding in this level of shadowing and calling attention to the chest area by leaving it visible if players weren't supposed to notice it, or if we were supposed to think of him as a muscleless skeleton. Clearly, Pantalone's supposed to look like he has some shape and definition to him, at least like he'll hold up to a stiff breeze. The dude has survived EVERYTHING at this point, give him a little more credit??? V_V

His model actually has about the same amount of definition as Ifa's/the later Natlan models. I hope no one is out there calling Ifa a fragile waif.

And even Pantalone's overall character design (coat with large collar ruff propped on his shoulders to square his shoulder line, plus extra dangling volume in both the front and back) is deliberately designed to broaden him and make him appear like he takes up a larger amount of space. Again, not saying he's built huge, but the overall silhouette of Pantalone's model is intentionally designed give the impression of a person with an elegant but substantial physical presence.

They actually had to put his model a significant ways down the hill just to keep him aligned with Dottore during their final scene:

So yeah, he's not small at all? I don't care about people's ship headcanons or dynamics in the slightest because I like Dottolone just as much as the reverse (and I don't think body type has to have any kind of effect on preferences anyway), but I am genuinely not sure what game people are playing to be going around claiming Pantalone's a twink of all things??? T_T

And yes, okay, I get it, some of the lines of this patch seem to suggest that Pantalone is avoiding fights because he's weak/not fit for battle, but...

Why are we taking a notoriously unreliable narrator who was deliberately hiding his identity and abilities from the good guys for the entire patch at face value when he says these kinds of things about himself?

Do we really think the guy who wanted a copy of the poison that killed him for his own personal use is telling us the truth when he says "violence is not my area of expertise"? The guy who is besties with Dottore isn't capable of killing people? The harbinger with the underlings who are so terrified of him that they'd rather suicide bomb than go back to him after failing their mission? Are we sure we want to go with "not capable of violence" for that guy???

It's giving such massive "I'm just a feeble scholar" vibes that I'm truly confused on how people aren't at least second-guessing even a tiny bit whether he's actually telling us the truth.

Again, don't get me wrong. I don't think Pantalone is going to turn out to be some fist-fighting brawler using brute strength to battle. Clearly, they're going for something a lot more like a Loki archetype, the sneaky trickster who uses clever ploys and tools like poisons rather than charging in head first, sword swinging, but the way some people are actually out there describing Pantalone as if he's entirely incapable of battle when we all know he's going to become either a major antagonist weekly boss or a playable character who will get harbinger-privilege in the meta is just sooo strange to me.

Trust me, we're going to see him fight at some point, guys. (And hell, given the HP inflation and power creep in Genshin nowadays, by the time we do see him in battle in Snezhnaya, he'll probably end up being stronger than Bosstorre lmao).

Even the whole thing about "he's a completely normal human with no powers because he never received a Vision" is also making me question if I'm playing the same game as other people because literally--

We've already been told he can cast illusions. He clearly has some kind of magical power already, most likely through use of his Delusion, and if he was willing to let this power be seen by the enemy at a stage where he was still completely hiding his identity, I'm willing to bet he actually has a whole bundle of other tricks up his sleeve that he hasn't even showcased yet. I'm not saying he's ever going to be some god-tier combat veteran by canon's reckoning, but I am saying that he's clearly got a lot more going on than we know so far, so jumping to the conclusion that he's just a completely "average person" in terms of Teyvat's powerscaling seems very premature.

Anywayyyy, I don't know man. Seeing all these "He's so fragile, he won't survive without Dottore" takes is just getting to the point that it's making me wrinkle my nose.

Stop selling my man short! He's a scrappy bastard who gets shot and goes "Eh, not worth explaining." He's the crazy guy who waits around with agonizing acid burns melting through his flesh for four hours just so he can go get treated by his preferred doctor! He's the overachiever who starts bleeding from the stomach and goes "Nah, just give me the over-the-counter painkillers, my dude." We have no indication at all from what the game has showed us so far that he's not going to fit right into the rest of the playable roster, or that the devs want us to believe this guy is actually going keel over at any minute.

Even regarding his own death due to running out of the elixir of immortality, what Pantalone actually says is:

"I am optimistic," in short. Ignore the part where he dehumanizes himself, that's just par for the course.

Does he actually think he's going to die and is optimistic about that?

Or does he simply know something we don't that's making him confident about his future? Guess we'll find out!

Those who are headcanoning Pantalone with serious health conditions, chronic pain, etc. because they want more representation for those conditions in media are totally valid to me. People headcanoning Pantalone with major health conditions because they have experienced those pains and want to explore that through a new favorite character are also 110% valid to me. Anyone can headcanon a character as having health conditions for any reason they want; far be it from any fan to police another fan's headcanons, so long as people can remember to keep headcanon and actual canon separate... (Please, I'm begging...)

But to me, there's also this very obvious bent of a lot of people projecting fragility on to Pantalone almost entirely as shipping fuel, making him dependent on Dottore as the plot device to drive the romance. Most of the takes I've seen about Pantalone's poor health haven't been personal headcanons interested in exploring chronic health conditions or illness representation; instead, it's just been soooo many people who need Pantalone to be a delicate sickbed patient because the idea of him being completely reliant on his darling doctor really gets people excited I guess, and to me that's just... 😬

I've been a low-key Dottolone truther since I started playing because I have a background in world literature and theater and knew about Commedia dell'arte before playing the game. I also absolutely understand the appeal of humanizing Dottore by making him doting and attentive to a partner's health! But I genuinely fear how fandom takes can completely reshape a character over time. Especially because the Hoyo devs are prone to watching social media feedback and then harping on the exact points that they think fans want to see, so much so that characters sometimes end up as flanderized versions of themselves over time (like Cyno barely being able to go a single scene without a card game reference nowadays).

Rather than just turning Pantalone into a dead-man-walking who is going to start coughing blood into his handkerchief if the Traveler looks at him funny, I really hope the devs will lean more into the story the readables seem to be hinting at:

Pantalone is his own worst enemy.

It's not that his body is betraying him. It's not that he's not strong enough. It's that Teyvat's rules are rejecting him because he has rejected them. His single-minded pursuit of his own heavens-high ambitions is eating away at him, causing him to overwork, to put himself into increasingly dangerous situations as a harbinger, and then to ignore and neglect his own injuries even to the point they actually nearly kill him, because he has no desire to change himself if that won't help him get what he truly wants out of this life.

In multiple places, Pantalone describes himself as "needing more time" or "fighting time" itself.

So let's see it then. Square up, Istaroth.

I don't know what direction Hoyo is taking this character--hell, he could end up being completely incapable, I guess, in which case I suppose he'll just be background political intrigue or something for all of Snezhnaya's plot? But I genuinely hope that's not the case. I genuinely hope he's destined for something wilder, that we get the chance to truly see the unshakeable ambition that was strong enough to impress Dottore of all people.

I want to see someone whom the gods have never favored reach out and scratch the sky.

(Too long, didn't read: Please... just make sure to separate headcanon and canon when you're writing Pantalone as a withering Victorian widow fainting from the slightest fever... Please...)

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so well written omg

also this part made me giggle sorry

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“YOU TOOK SOMETHING THAT DOESNT BELONG TO YOU!”

Spider-man!Lottie Matthews x Reader

a/n: this is Precrash lottie, she’s awkward at first, this may or may not turn into series if I decide not to chudmax, written with a fem!reader in mind so it is implied but gender isn’t specified, PUPPY LOVE, modern au cause who am I if not a modern au lover, not proof read.

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New Jersey, Wiskayok

Lottie was in the locker room packing up to leave after she had just finished up with her soccer practice. she slung the bag over her shoulder ready to head out and go home (hopefully) before she could turn around she heard a voice behind her

“hey, you did good today” She turned around to look at the source of the sound and it was you smiling at her.

she could feel the blood rush to her face as she spoke “thanks, you too.” she said, flashing you a quick smile as she fiddled with the strap of her bag.

Usually she wasn’t this shy around people, sure she wasn’t a social butterfly like Jackie or Mari but she also didn’t sound like a total loser. But ever since she seen you in freshmen year she has had the fattest crush on you. An awkward silence settled between the two of you before she spoke up again “..well im out - uh have a good day.”

And with that she walked away (or more so scattered away), so embarrassed she could die and angry at herself for leaving so awkwardly. leaving you to your own thoughts as you slid off your cleats and socks. You wondered why she was so distant compared to when she was with the other yellowjackets.

you groaned before glancing at Shauna who was standing there, waiting for you since she was your ride home. She had witnessed the awkward moment, She sighed before she spoke. “hurry up, my mom’s going to flip out if I make it home late for dinner.”

“alright alright…” you said, putting on your crocs before standing up. it was quiet for a moment as you followed behind her before you eventually had to open your mouth. “sooo..did you and Jackie make up?” you asked.

You couldn’t see her face but just by her body and tone you knew she didn’t like you bringing it up. “No, I haven’t been able to even talk to her cause she wants to spend her whole day with Mari.” she said, saying Mari with contempt. Her and Mari used to be cool - well until Jackie started hanging out with her almost everyday for the past few days, she unlocked the car and stepped in the drivers seat.

“well that sucks.” you said, before opening the passenger side door and stepping inside. Putting your bag on top of your lap. “just text her - maybe it’s not even that serious, she probably misses you.” you said. grabbing your phone from your bag side pocket. you scrolled on instagram

a few minutes passed till you seen a video of a villain absolutely destroying a chinese take out spot. You chuckled to yourself, sure not a thing to giggle at but the whole town has been practically desensitized to it at this point. “they’re destroying the Chinese spot near town, Lottie’s gonna be pissed….” as the video continued you seen the person known as spider-man swing across, quickly chasing after them.

Lottie was swinging from building to building, her breathing was heavy and sweat dripped down her forehead, the mask covering her face made her lose her breath easier, she wished she could slip it off, she has done this a million times now but this time it felt personal. She paused before using one hand to balance her and using her other to swing a tree across the villain, effectively stopping them. she let a little breathe of relief as she realized she would have to stop swinging around.

she quickly swung to the ground, the police already hopping out their cars. they quickly put hand cuffs on the man’s hands. The chief deputy turned to Lottie “Thank you so much Spider-man, seriously your work means so much to us.”

Lottie smiled underneath the mask, she was glad she had the mask because they would have seen the smug look on her face. “Yeah of course, that’s just what I do” she said, in a charming tone.

as the police wrapped up the rest she turned around and swung away towards her home, now a leisurely pace. She thought back to what had happened in the locker, again a wave of embarrassment hitting her.

She swung even faster at the thought, before eventually reaching her home. quickly swinging into her room. tumbling forward and making sure to shut all the blinds quickly and lock her door. She looked at her phone on her bed, it had buzzed with a message

a message from you. she quickly opened it as she changed out of the spider man suit.

You

“Hey lot, I noticed that you have been kinda avoiding me. did I do something?“

Lottie

“No you didn’t I’ve just been busy lately, im sorry I made you feel like that”

she actively cringed as she sent it, realizing how distant she sounded. she slipped on a sweater once she seen the bubbles pop up on her screen

You

“that’s good well I was thinking we could just hang out soon, so we can get to know each other yk?”

She collapsed on her bed as she texted back.

Lottie

“Yeahhh, i’m free whenever”

You

”How about tomorrow then? We can go get ice cream since it’s the next best thing lol”

Lottie

“sounds good! can’t wait!”

Lottie paused, before closing her phone and smiling - It was really happening - she was really about to hang out with you. she put her phone to her chest and practically vibrating with glee she could barely fall asleep.

The night passed quickly, you washed your face, brushed your teeth and changed into clean clothes. you walked out the front door before walking towards Wiskayok high school.

lottie had woken up later than you. luckily she didn’t walk to school - she had a driver, she got ready for the school day eagerly - she quickly swallowed her meds and practically shoved her breakfast in her mouth. she waved a quick goodbye to one of the maids before rushing to the door.

the school day had passed, home room, english, spanish, social studies, science and last period math, conveniently the girls soccer team did not have practice on Friday’s mostly so the boys (ass) softball team could practice, even if everyone knew they were going to lose.

you and Lottie kept playing eye tag in the class room droning on about trigonometry, a dark flush on both of your faces once you guys looked away and back down at the paper blank with barely any notes. the final bell rung and you almost immediately started packing up (making sure that Mrs. Trenchbull didn’t catch you or else she would flip her lid)

Once the teacher finally finished both you and Lottie stood up at an almost inhuman pace. All awkward smiles and nervous giggles as you two approached each other.

“sooo…are you ready to go?” You asked, twirling your thumbs together as you looked at her, you swear your cheeks were turning red

“Uhh yeah” She nodded, once she nodded you guys started walking - the ice cream store was in town and your high school was in town so everything was close to each other.

You guys conversed from topic to topic as you walked towards the ice cream shop, this time instead of nervous giggles it was just giggles…she was actually pretty easy to talk to. “anyway, I can’t believe they really destroyed my takeout spot, they hate me!” she chuckled, they did hate her but she didn’t have to say that.

“I guess no more fortune cookies for you for now.” You said, opening the door for her once you reached the ice cream parlor’s doors. the thoughtful action made butterflies flutter in her stomach.

You guys ordered your ice cream, everything was going great - until the TV’s started playing live news - you watched pretty calm, she on the other hand started panicking internally - not that you noticed much.

“Somebody is robbing the local bank - police are in hot pursuit but they cannot catch up, will spider-man come and save the day or will the robber get away with his crimes?” said the news lady, she kept her face neutral - calm - everyone but Lottie seemed to be quite relaxed about this which made her stress even more.

“uhh- I’ll be back!- hold my ice cream!” she said, shoving her mint chocolate chip ice cream in your hands. you barely had time to ask as she ran to the bathroom.

she frantically changed into her spider suit, her hair a mess before she finally slipped on the hood, squeezing herself out a tiny window, stumbling on the ground. She quickly pulled herself together.

She swung across buildings like she did a million and one times before, quickly chasing down the robber. She had to make this quick, she had to make up for all the awkward moments with you, she swung herself in front of the robber. Before using her webs to use items to trap him inside a box. “You took something that doesn’t belong to you”

all of this was being broadcasted on live TV, in the ice cream parlor. Now that you thought about it…the body seemed a lot like Lottie’s - not that you stared you did.

Eventually, the man was arrested like always, another win for your friendly neighborhood spider man. Before the police could ever utter a word to Lottie she practically swung away. she needed to end this on a good note.

she squeezed herself back into the window, a loud thud coming from the bathroom which made a couple people turn heads. she changed back into her usual outfit. she smoothed her hair down, as smooth as she could get it. she busted out the bathroom and sped walked towards you.

“so what’d I miss? they caught the guy?” She asked, walking out and clearing her throat. taking her mint chocolate chip that was dripping down your hands and licked the liquid dripping down the cone.

“yeah - they did.” You nodded as you stared at her, gripping onto your ice cream a little tighter.

Your neighborhood friendly spider-man’s secret was out.

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should i write spider man lottie matthews x gwen/mary jane reader or no…i’ve been on the fence about it honestly or maybe even villain reader 👀👀

okay spider man

[anne-is-confused]

smoke break at the next harbinger meeting. dialogue paraphrased from my favorite project hail mary lines🙂‍↕️

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Omg I've been seeing all the sad dottolone edits and everything its quite literally KILLING me, every time I think im over it it pulls up once again

[urroyalchudness]

modern au!dadlone and daughter reader drabble awww aegyo

A/N : I hope this isn't ooc, I wrote the end at night after big meal yawnnnn, Also in modern au all harbingers are alive and well doing their evil deeds

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You opened the door, looking at Pantalone on the bed texting somebody, most likely some random business partner. You never paid too much attention. Anyway, you settled on the bed next to him - playing some random game on your iPad as he did whatever he was doing.

a comfortable silence passed the room. It lasted 30 minutes before Pantalone spoke, bursting your bubble of word bomb on roblox. “did you work on your homework?” A simple checkup, a simple question which you answered with a small nod (it was NOT done. It just wasn’t due yet). but alas still too focused on the stupid game.

Again, focused on your game for around 5 minutes until you finally remembered something (or more so realized you didn’t) . You didn’t remember whether your project was due tomorrow or if it was due a month later. A quiet dread settled in your gut, to which he was blissfully unaware.

You quickly hopped off the app, hoping and praying that it was due in a month and not tomorrow. Switching to the classwork tab and looking at your history class assignments, you held your breath as the page loaded, and there it was...

Due tomorrow, 2:42pm. Your face fell. You had no supplies at all, no cardboard, no pencils, no pens, nothing. An extra wave of dread washed over you as you realized you'd have to explain to him that he would have to drive you and get you your project supplies.

"Dad," you said, still not turning to face him. By this point, he knew something was up.

"What is it dear?" He responded back and looked up at you. You felt a shred of guilt at the worry evident in his tone.

"I have a project due tomorrow, and I have nothing to do it on.." you said, finally turning to look at him. He inhaled a sharp breath before speaking again.

"This is the nth time you have asked me to get supplies for your last-minute projects. How many times have I told you to be responsible about deadlines. How do you expect to succeed if you aren't responsible enough to keep track of when your assignments." He said. he rubbed his forehead exasperatedly. He could feel an oncoming headache coming up.

"I know, im sorry it's the last time, I promise!" You pleaded before you finally heard a sigh escape his lips.

"Fine, get dressed and get in the car"

[urroyalchudness]

GENERAL RULES

1. no homophobic people, no transphobic people, no racist people, I fear this is not the place for you

2. I rlly want mutuals so i’m always open, I may be a little chatty but im always excited to meet new people!

3. i’ll freely block if I am uncomfy though I will try and tell u what made me uncomfy at first

ok bye

[urroyalchudness]

RULES FOR REQUESTS

1. I will not write any smut, i’m bad at it

2. you can kindly remind me to write your requests, as I mention a lot im a fat chud with lots (too much) free time…

3. anything basic like no pedo type of relationships, no incest, nada 👎

extra - I enjoy platonic and familial rls which will be what most of my writing is about when I write what I want, so be tuned for that!!