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I think Spider-man should keep his identity a MAJOR SECRET.
The way people perceive him and treat him rely on NOT knowing who he is. Especially other heros! It is so much more entertaining to see that tension and those misunderstandings, instead of just using, "i have cameras around the city" or "I literately stalked you". It is so much funnier for these highly trainer spies and trackers to just- lose him, at a street corner or something. cameras everywhere except that one blind spot he always disappears from. For some reason all photos of him are blurry and unfocused, and his mask always rips in just the right spot so that you can't actually see his face. It fits with the Parker Luck (tm), because his life would probably be easier if they just figured it out- but they can't, because he's a slippery fast elusive vigilante that never sticks around. Who's actually just incredibly unlucky and late for class. which I think is far more hilarious.
I think its what the MCU made me miss, because in the literal first movie of his, everyone knows his age, identity, friendship, house. HIS villian, knows who he is, and this isn't like, kingpin or Green Gobiln its...THE VULTURE??? LIKE- okay i guess everyone can know about the ONLY character that had a secret identity? every other hero is a world recognized super star at that point, why must you take this one too? Wheres the funny "why do your socks look like that peter?" when he's wearing his suit under a robe, or the frantic pulling away of his backpack whenever someone gets close. We lose so much tension between his friends too, ned already knows, MJ already probably knows, flash is too dumb to figure it out, and other characters either don't matter or care about it, or move away. AUNT MAY knows so those phone calls where he's trying to come up with an excuse while at a bank robbery? literately robbed from us.
if i were a medieval peasant i would be so into not being a medieval peasant
Liking characters who are a little too obsessed with school and studying bcs I am the complete opposite and is totally not jealous of them...I’m not jealous… 𝓘𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼...
AAAAAAA THIS FANART LOOKS SO GOOD AND THAT FOC WAS GREAT TOO😭😭😭💚💚💚
Gee... that took me quite a while =v='
I wanted to make a comic out of a scene of the fanfiction A Dangerous Game by tsukithewolf on Ao3. I can totally recommend it!!! ✨️✨️✨️ it's so good ^•,,♡•,,^
Pt [ 1 / ? ]
For some reason, trying to write and draw comic bubbles are way much more difficult than drawing the characters...
If someone'd buy procreate or csp for me, I'd give my blood to them for the rest of my life
reblog to scare a hoyoverse employee
i remember like a year ago i drew mpreg of one of my friends characters *AS A JOKE* and then few days laer i was talking to one of the older kids at my school and the first thing they said to me was “arent you the person who drew mpreg???” what. how do YOU even know about that. is that all im going to be known as now? the mpreg person?
a tale as old as time atp...
Going to the Black Fictional Woman's tag, and
seeing ships that don't include her
Post that doesn't have anything to do with her
posts that villainizes her but babies the, also grown and capable man
Seeing all her positive traits get attributed to a man
Essay on how the make love interest never really cared for her and was just using her to hide his feelings for another male that they ship him with.
The anti-blackness that easily slips through
I'm talking about Allura & Mel, but I've been in fandom long enough to basically be taking about damn near every black woman in a show...
*sigh* the life of being me... 50/50 i may or may not go to an actual wedding :p
seeing this after making a throwing up scene, I got universe I'll rewrite it
How to Write a Character Who Feels Like Throwing Up
When fear, dread, or guilt gets sickening—literally—your character is consumed with a gut-clenching feeling that something is very, very wrong. Here's how to write that emotion using more than the classic "bile rose to the back of their throat".
Start with the Stomach
This isn’t just about discomfort. It’s about a complete rebellion happening inside their body.
Their stomach twists like a knot that keeps pulling tighter
A cold sweat beads on their neck, their palms, their spine
Their insides feel sludgy, like everything they’ve eaten is suddenly unwelcome
They double over, not from pain, but because sitting still feels impossible
Add Sensory Overload
Vomiting isn’t just a stomach reaction—it’s the whole body.
Their mouth goes dry, and then too wet
Their jaw tightens, trying to contain it
A sudden heat blooms in their chest and face, overwhelming
The back of their throat burns—not bile, but the threat of it
Breathing becomes a conscious effort: in, out, shallow, sharp
Emotional Triggers
Nausea doesn’t always need a physical cause. Tie it to emotion for more impact:
Fear: The kind that’s silent and wide-eyed. They’re frozen, too sick to speak.
Guilt: Their hands are cold, but their face is flushed. Every memory plays like a film reel behind their eyes.
Shock: Something just snapped inside. Their body registered it before their brain did.
Ground It in Action
Don’t just describe the nausea—show them reacting to it.
They press a fist to their mouth, pretending it’s a cough
Their knees weaken, and they lean on a wall, pretending it’s just fatigue
They excuse themselves quietly, then collapse in a bathroom stall
They swallow, again and again, like that’ll keep everything down
Let the Consequences Linger
Even if they don’t actually throw up, the aftermath sticks.
A sour taste that won’t leave their mouth.
A pulsing headache
A body that feels hollowed out, shaky, untrustworthy
The shame of nearly losing control in front of someone else
Let Them Be Human
A character feeling like vomiting is vulnerable. It's real. It’s raw. It means they’re overwhelmed in a way they can’t hide. And that makes them relatable. You don’t need melodrama—you need truth. Capture that moment where the world spins, and they don’t know if it’s panic or flu or fear, but all they want is to get out of their own body for a second.
Don't just write the bile. Write the breakdown.
ᝰ.ᐟ Brat princess
.ᐟ cw: Smut mdni, street racer!chigiri, brat taming, Bratty!reader, whiny/fussy!reader, sex toys
"𝐽𝑇 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑢𝑝, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑢𝑝" - 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑌𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇𝐷𝑂𝑂𝑅
ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎
You were Chigiri’s girl. It was apparent, the way to clung onto him, wrapped your arms around his bicep, was always his passenger princess whenever he raced.
What wasn’t obvious, though, was the fact that you were a complete brat and needed his attention 24/7.
“Babyyyy, look at me, Stop looking at your phone” you whined, wrapping your arms around his torso, placing your chin on his chest to look up at him.
“I know i know. give me a second, let me finish this” he said, then tucked his phone into his back pocket. Pushing your hair out of your face, he cupped your cheeks and kissed your pouting lips.
“Better?” you grinned, nodding.
He smiled, walking towards his car. You followed behind like a dog, sitting in the passenger seat when he opened the door for you.
He came around, buckling in and driving up to the start line.
“Behave, ok? After I win, I’ll give you all the attention that you want.” he nodded, biting your lip in anticipation.
The only thing running through your head right now was ways to make him mad at you.
The second the flag girl said ‘go,’ your back was pushed against the seat. This was always the scariest, when he started.
You placed your hand on top of his that was on the gear shift.
He looked at you, raising a brow.
“That was fast, sorry,” you giggled, chigiri smiled, moving his hand so it was on top of yours.
“Hold on tight, princess, i’m speeding up” You nodded, watching as his hand tightened on top of your, aggressively moving the gear shift.
He looked out his window, flipping off the person he sped past.
“Hyoma, you look so hot when you’re all focused,” your voice dropping down to a low seductive whisper.
His jaw clenched, which didn’t go unnoticed.
“Baby, don’t ignore me,” you whined, pouting at him. You knew he was watching you but his eyes stayed focused on the road. He ignored your little antics, trying to stay in his zone.
“You know i get bitchy when you don’t pay attention to me!” you huffed, pulling your hand away from his, nudging him.
“Princess.. I swear to- look, i’ll give you whatever you want; just let me finish the race, k?” he mumbled, narrowing his eyes on the car in front of him.
It’s like the cogs were turning in your head when suddenly something popped in your head.
“Hyooomaaa” you shifted in your seat so you were facing him.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Kinda busy, yn” he said harshly. Taking a sharp right, which nearly had you flying out the window.
“Why are you so focused on the race anyways? you make it look so easy.” You crossed your arms, pouting. The mini skirt you were wearing rode up your thighs as you moved around.
You leaned in closer, placing your hand on his thigh.
You could see his knuckles flex under the dim glow of the street lights, the way his grip tightened around the steering wheel.
“Since it’s easy, i should make it harder for you, right?” you leaned in to kiss his cheek, purposely pressing your tits against his arm.
“Careful.” was all he said, You knew he was hard. You could see his pants tighten.
You grinned, wanting to push further but his hand moved from the gear shift, taking a hold of your hand that rested on his thigh and placed it on top of yours.
“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” he said, his fingers trailing up your inner thighs.
“You constantly whine about attention but forget that I decide when you get it” A shiver ran down your spine; you looked at him to see him already eyeing you before looking back onto the road.
Your breath hitched as he spread your legs with hand one, swerving the car with the other. You sat there not moving because who knows what would happen if you pissed him off anymore.
“Glove box” he said, his voice different from his usual sweet and soft voice. What was even crazier was that he was somehow ahead of all the cars even while taking care of the issue at hand.
You opened the glove box, watching him take out a small black box. Your stomach twisted as he handed you the box.
“Open it and take it out”
Open what? Take what out? You mumbled something, cracking open the box and taking out a little pink.. Bullet vibrator?
“Hyoma is this the right thing?” you asked quietly, staring down at the silicone toy.
“Yes, spread your legs and press it against your cunt” he said, turning again, tires screeching against the asphalt.
You let out a shaky breath, spreading your legs and adjusting yourself. You went to remove your panties but chigiri’s voice stopped you.
“I never asked you to remove them, did i?”
“No…”
“Then keep em on, brat” he stared you down, watching as you pressed the vibrator against your clit, the sudden buzzing made you jump.
You saw chigiri holding his phone in his hand, controlling the vibrations of the toy.
“Hyoma..” you whined, clearly this wasn’t what you wanted at all. You wanted chigiri’s attention, not for him to use a stupid toy on you.
You pressed the toy against the fabric of your panties; the friction and the vibrations made you squirm.
“Think you can be a good girl and wait till i finish the race or do you i need to remind you how i handle brat?” he said, placing his hand on your thigh again, his fingers grazing just past your panties.
Your stomach flipped at the warning, and you bit your lip. He chuckled, thumb tracing slow circles against your inner thigh. You stayed silent, not giving him the answer that he wanted.
“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Alright, fine, works for me” he shrugged, snatching the toy out your hand.
“Colour?” he asked, you stared at his hand on your thighs, tears pooling your waterline at the lack of pleasure.
“G..green” you stuttered. His smirk was razor-sharp before he moved your panties to the side, rubbing the unmoving toy against your pussy. You gasped, holding onto his forearm.
He Let it slip around and collect your slick before sliding it into place, covering the toy with your soiled panties.
“You wanted attention, didn’t you? Well now you have it, brat” he said, speeding up his car again.
“If i lose because of you, just know, i won’t let you sleep all night. i’ll make you work overtime just for my pleasure,” he said, cleaning his fingers off with his tongue. The sight alone had you clenching around nothing.
He pulled out his phone again, a single tap was all it took to have you squirming again. He could finally focus on the road again.
“Hyoma- please” you cried out, wanting his attention back on you.
“Princess this is the lowest speed. relax.” he laughed at your pathetic expression.
“Hyoma no, turn it off,” your voice hitched, you babbled, tugging at his sleeve. “I don’t like. vibrators. Turn it off please.”
“You don’t get to fucking complain, yn. After all, you wanted this, didn’t you” your stomach turned and twisted. He tapped his phone again, the low buzzing increased, getting louder and faster.
You slid down your seat, trying to keep your composure but it clearly wasn’t working.
You whimpered, gripping the seat as he sped up, challenging the car infront of him, the vibrations pulsing between your thighs with every bump, every turn.
And then—
He cranked it up.
A choked moan slipped from your lips as the intensity spiked, your body jolting as pleasure wracked through you.
“I’m sorry, hyo-ma, i’m sorry” your words came out choked, you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.
The car was a mere couple kilometres away from the finish line. Chigiri relaxed knowing theres not a single car behind him. He let his hand rest on your thigh again, his long fingers pressed against your panties, really pushing the vibrator up against your throbbing clit and needy hole.
The streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his sharp features, the smirk on his lips nothing short of cruel. He was enjoying this—enjoying watching you fall apart in the passenger seat while he stayed perfectly composed.
Bastard.
“Wow, it’s a mess down here” he grinned, laughing as you glared at him, lips trembling while you barely held on.
“Cum.. wanna cum, please” you whined, wrapping your arms around his. Your mascara had melted down your fac,e and your lipstick was wiped off by your tongue.
“No.” was all he said as he car crossed the finish line, obviously getting first place. You panicked at the hoard of people that surrounded his car. Thankfully his windows were tinted but chigiri would eventually have to step out and everyone.. They’d see you. They’d see the mess chigiri had made of you.
“Hyoma i’m removing it” you rushed, reaching for the vibrator, it pained you to do this, while you were so close to finishing.
He let the people tap on his window and the girls scream his name. He leaned over you, moving your panties to push 3 fingers inside your wet hole. The sound made you cringe. he moved his fingers against your gummy walls, making sure you feel the stretch.
“Hyo-”
“Cum.” he said, using his phone with his other hand to turn the toy up to the highest setting, you choked, biting back a moan. The toy massaged your clit all while his fingers worked magic inside of you and before you knew it, you were cumming on his fingers, covering them with your arousal.
“Shit, that was hot” he mumbled, taking them into his mouth, kissing your cheek and he stepped out the vehicle.
You sighed when you felt him turn off the vibrator. He closed the door behind him so no one would see. He came back quickly with a wad of cash in both his hands. he stepped inside, throwing it in the back seat, smirking at you.
He reached over to remove the vibrator. You both looked at the shiny, wet toy that was covered in your translucent liquid. He smirked while you looked away, flustered.
“My princess can be such a brat sometimes,” he said against your ear “so next time, before you decide to act up, think about the consequences, alright?” he wiped your eyes with his thumb, expression softening at your angry pout.
“I’m sorry, i was mean today, i can’t help it. You’re such an attention whore sometimes, i have no choice but to punish you, princess” he said matter of factly before kissing your lips.
“Let’s go home, yeah? And i’ll spoil my baby with as much attention and dick as she wants” he said and drove past the crowd of people shouting his name.
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A/n: not edited. this got so much longer than needed. also, idk who it was but this is for the person that requested being chigiri's fussy passenger princess
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ok chat I give up no more sicktember fics from me my motivation has run dry
blue lock spoilers!!
specifically for ep nagi! ^^
i dunno if anyone has said this yet (i havent really checked), but I genuinely think something will happen to chigiri's knee again
like in chapter 27 of episode nagi, it makes a weird little cracking noise for a brief second, and chigiri looks a little thrown off by it, but ultimately decides it's fine
right after, nagi is reasonably concerned, but chigiri brushes it off, responding with this:
not to mention nagi's:
"you'll break" ????? that HAS to mean something.
like I feel like it's important to remember that episode nagi is fully canon to the original blue lock manga, so adding small details like this DOES impact the main story too. I'm aware that he plays with no problem during the u20 and previous nel matches, but manshine still has one left to go.
from what chigiri said, I think what may happen during that match is that nagi (and reo I guess) will make their epic comeback, like they're been planning, but during the match, something will happen to chigirI.
he says his leg OR nagi's dream, which leads me to believe we're either getting one OR the other in the manga, we can't have both.
and with most pieces of media, when something like this is introduced so early on as a previous problem that had a quick resolution, it's almost SURE to be brought back up again. call it chekhovs gun or whatever, but I think this is either gonna be insane foreshadowing or the biggest red herring ever 😭🙏
(anyways, it's either gonna be him or Yukimiya. they both clearly have something with the potential to completely ruin their soccer career and disable them for life, and if Kaneshiro doesn't do anything with that then what's the point)
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
Five golden rings!
(For Ring-o Starkey)
Who is it and what's the scene? 🤣
Hi looking for lotf mutuals thanks
I tried to be aesthetic with the shells or smth 😔😒
