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Introducing 𓂃

Walter “Lion” Kaminski ! (Also known as Spider-man)

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎“My name is Lion— just Lion. The rest doesn’t matter.”

Lion Kaminski finds that his life isn’t much to be desired. He goes to work, practices at a run down gym, and when Stan calls him with a request on his tongue, he hopes that he wouldn’t go home with a bloody nose again.

🕸️ His dream of being a professional boxer was never his, but his brother insisted that he was gifted enough to go for it. Out of love for the only family member he has left, he pursued a career of broken knuckles and black eyes.

🕸️ Has a bad habit of talking with his mouth full and licking his fingers after every meal.

🕸️ Has a dog that he loves like a son.

🕸️ Lives next to noisy neighbors that bring him a sort of comfort when he’s stuck with his thoughts. They are either arguing or fucking very loudly… he’s not going to say which one he prefers more.

🕸️ Thinks the so called “Spider-man” is a good guy, he’s just trying his best. (To which you say he’s dumb for thinking so)

“He isn’t a bad guy— if anything, he’s doing people a favor. How many people you know would fight crime to help the community?” ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎“Someone who was lonely and had a hard on for stupidity.” “You’re not funny.”

THEME SONG

001 : New Person, Same Old Mistakes 002 : Pray For Me 003 : Novacane 004 : Dark Red 005 : Fireworks

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Lion Kaminski… who gets bitten by a radioactive spider at a run down gym he frequents after work. He was working through sets, sweat dripping down his face, fingers cramping up, adrenaline slowly running out. He takes a seat on a the floor, the rim of the water-bottle at his lips, chugging down lukewarm water to wash the dryness plunging his throat.

He heaves, the only one in the gym besides the owner who was an older man, greying all over, snoring at the front while he waited for Lion to finally leave.

He finishes the water, making sure he gets every last drop before he decides that it’s getting late and he should get home. He shouts that he’s leaving, startlingly the man at the front who jumps at his booming voice, complaining immediately after that he should hurry up and get out— and then he feels a sharp sting on his leg, the feeling shooting up his nerves like electricity.

He sweeps at his calf’s, the evidence of a spider rushing around the floor to get away and he sighs. He was already down on his luck, he supposed a spider thinking he was food was all that was left of his life.

Lion Kaminski… who wakes up in a cold sweat, unable to go back to sleep. His whole body aches, his muscles and skin feeling tight. He didn’t practice that hard to feel this sore— in fact, even after he’s been beaten in a match, he’s never felt this fucked up before that he feels the need to rush to the store for pain relief. He snatches every pill known to man, a heating pad, a few cold medicines like he’s on the verge of imploding in on himself. He barely makes it back home and through the front door before hes collapsing to the floor, holding himself while his body crumbles. He feels cold and hot at the same time, head tight, fingers tingling like he held them in ice.

Hes gonna fucking die. He knows it. What would his brother think? Would he even care? Would he get a burial? No, he doesn’t have enough money in his name for that. Cremation or leaving his body in the morgue sounds like a better scenario—

He blacks out.

He wakes up the next morning suddenly better. The events of last night no longer evident. He couldn’t tell if he was dreaming, or maybe someone drugged the water at the gym. It is old, the pipes probably rusty, the same pipes that holds the water he kept refilling his water bottle with.

He goes to the bathroom, looking himself over. He touches his face. Nothing. He checks out anything that could be suspicious, running his hands down his body. He still has that month old bruise itched into his side, no longer purple but a lighter brown.

Weird.

The alarm on his stand rings, the sound loud enough that he hears it from the bathroom and Lion realizes he’s late for work. Again

Lion Kaminski… who’s terrible at making himself small. He tries to hide in the shadows, acting as if he’s invisible so people wouldn’t know that he’s hiding something.

Everyone hides something. Big, small, clean, dirty— doesn’t matter— but his secret isn’t something he can share. He won’t share it even if his life depended on it. But he can’t stop his mouth from running, drawing up illogical excuses that contradicts himself so badly, people wonder if he’s high on something 24/7. It’s so bad, he draws suspension from his work partner who bunks desk right next to him— one out of the three woman who works in the same station as him he notes— who starts to take notice of everything he thought people didn’t.

Lion Kaminski… who knows you know something is up with him. It’s in the way you stare at him, like your trying to peer into his soul for answers to questions you haven’t asked yet, or soon to be asking— it was all in the matter of when.

There was only so many lies he could make up on the spot before they’ll start to cross over and become muddled highways of untruthful material in his catalogue.

Introducing𓂃

MJ! Reader ! (MJ variant)

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎“Other people may not notice you, but I do. And one thing I noticed is that you’re a terrible liar.”

A sewing factory wasn’t your dream job, but it payed well enough to live on your own. You moved fairly young, entirely dependent enough that your parents didn’t know what to do with you. You did what you wanted, said what you felt, nobody could handle you and that was okay. Maybe you do go overboard but you only live once, might as well do what you wanted until the time ran out.

🕸️ Finds life dull sometimes so you find excitement by making them.

🕸️ People watcher

🕸️ Introverted/ Extroverted mess. Sometimes you’re the life of a party, sometimes you would rather be wrapped up in a blanket watching your favorite movie for the hundredth time. Depends on the day and if you had coffee in the morning.

🕸️ Has a knack for making PowerPoint presentations about useless topics

🕸️ Thinks the so called “Spider-Man” is lazy and kind of a performative male. (To which Lion argues that he isn’t… suspicious much?)

“I think you’re hiding something, but I’m not sure what.. Either you’re a serial killer or worse.” ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ “Do you want me to be a serial killer?” “I think you would be a terrible serial killer, but who knows.”

THEME SONG

001 : IM THAT GIRL 002 : Star Girl: Interlude 003 : Are You That Somebody? 004 : Heartbreaker 005 : Like Crazy

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Your desk mate, Lion, often came in with wraps around his hand and black eyes that drew attention. People didn’t comment on it, some type of understanding you were privy to, but as a woman, ignorance wasn’t bliss.

Waiting for a ride home, shivering at the bus stop while you scrolled away at your phone, you stumbled upon him walking out of a shady building one night. You were never good with names, but faces were your secret weapon. He wore that same grey hoodie, the cuffs always wrinkled at his wrist, scrubbed with dirt and something you couldn’t quite name. He was speeding out, checking behind his back, hands stuffed in his pockets like he had something to hide.

Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn’t. But nothing like that should be ignored.

Reader who… tried to make it seem like you weren’t side eyeing him during the first 4 hours he was struggling to cut through fabric at his desk. Wearing those bandages adorned his hand like a second skin.

You found him at an odd location, a place you wouldn’t have expected someone like him to come out of. That spelled out a serial Killer waiting to strike.

Reader... who has a notebook , penciled in with every detail you managed to take about your odd co worker. A few weeks went by after that incident and you still couldn’t shake the feeling off that he was hiding something truly crime time worthy. He did the same routine, the same work flow, the same messy breaks where he came back early or showed up an hour after he should have been back. He always looked tired— or was that the consecutive purplish haze under his eyes he gained from… boxing? He said. He did boxing at the expense of his older brother who feels he has a talent for using people like punching bags.

You could believe that part. You would know, you followed him to his supposed match he admitted to having one afternoon. You told him that was great, he tried to invite you, and, thinking that was a code for luring you to a dark alleyway to strangle you, you declined with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I’m sitting my sister’s dog.”

You don’t have a dog, or a sister.

You witnessed him fumbling in the ring that night, a man — who no doubt was his brother coach he revealed— was at his corner, screaming at him to take charge.

He won, nothing too extraordinary but the crowd went wild anyways.

You noted which hand he used to punch. How fast he was dodging, how often he came up with plans to get out of his opponents grasps. You jotted down everything in case the day came where you had to face him in your search for his secret he most definitely had.

Reader who…starts to enjoy the small conversations held with Lion. Even though most of your questions pried into his life, he took that as your way of making the environment tame. He answered as honestly as he could, but you started to noticed how often he looked off to the side when you asked things that seemed too personal.

“Do you always fight every night?” You asked once.

“Not every night,” he answers, always in that same dry tone, clipping away at loose strings of the shirt he’s been working on.

“So, why do you always have your hands bandaged? You don’t ever take breaks? That doesn't sound healthy."

Once he his eyes found yours, his eyebrows straining together, he’ll look away, trying to change the subject. “I’m a free lance… boxer? Yeah, that. Boxing can be every day, week or month, whatever suits me. Anyways, boss said to—“

He was a liar. A terrible one at that. You never heard of a “free lance Boxer”. He definitely was making up words and careers, but you were a smart cookie. You’ll figure it out.

‎‏‏‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ PAIRED TOGETHER… A Product for disaster

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Your quiet coworker has a knack for showing up late with suspicious bruising on his hands and face— something that you know isn’t from all those boxing matches he claims he goes to every night. Nobody notices when he’s gone, probably because nobody really cares.

Except for you.

He’s quick to change the subject. Eyes snapping somewhere else, a hand at the back of his neck; searching for an excuse that you never fall for. You knew men were easy— he was easy. But a person can only lie for so long before the truth bleeds through.

“I thought you said you didn’t have a match last night?”

“Yeah… change of plans I guess? Haha…”

As always, you note something down, a composition notebook filled to the brim. Life was boring anyways, and things are suddenly getting interesting.

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Lion isn’t sure what he should do about you. You’re too observant, questions toeing the line of being very personal. Nobody else cared what he did behind the scenes, worried about their own lives outside of work, but you show interest like there’s something deeper you want from him.

Maybe you like him… wait, do you like him?

Oh shit, how does flirting work again? Is that what you’re doing? Oh shit shit shit—

“Missing one day is normal, everybody does it, but coming in late everyday is where I start to wonder if you need an alarm clock. What’s up with that?”

“If the boss doesn’t care, why do you? I’m here right? What’s the issue.”

“You. You’re the issue.”

idk why but i feel it so deeply in my bones that lion would love a goth girl, like everyone talks about the stereotype where goths usually have a golden retriever-esque partner and i feel he fits that

stares at you like a deer in headlights at first, really he’s entranced but to any outsider he’s just standing there like 🧍‍♂️

i can’t really see you two running in the same type of circles at first so let’s say the first time you see each other is at some diner that him and his brother go to all the time, stan gets all pissed off because he’s trying to talk and the whole time lion can’t quit staring at you

as they get ready to leave, he gets this gnawing feeling inside him and knows if he doesn’t try and say anything to you he’s gonna regret it for the rest of his life, so with his heart pounding in his chest he comes up to you and goes “i like your uh… your uh… i like your boots and uh- you know, your um…” he gestures in front of his own eyes to refer to your makeup before nodding with a sniff and turning to quickly follow his brother out the door

for the rest of the day he’s scolding himself in his head, calling himself a fucking idiot for barely being able to say a proper sentence to you, but then a couple days later when he goes back to the diner he sees you again and he can’t decide if the universe is smiling down on him or playing some sick joke on his lack of social skills

your weird girl charm would definitely work magic on him, like you could tell him some random fact like the average human brain weighs about as much as a half gallon of milk and the whole time he’s beside you grinning like an idiot because not only is his girl pretty but she’s so fucking smart too

would help you study in any way that he can, even if it’s just quizzing you with flash cards because he wants you to succeed. views it the same way he views his training sessions with stan in the gym, except with big technical terms that he fears he’s mispronouncing

if you were to come home from class one day with a drawing of him sketched into your notebook, he would look at you as if he’s already picking out the wedding ring he wants to buy you and imagining the house you’ll grow old together in. in person he gets all blushy and is like “you made me look way cooler than i am,” but in his head he’s actually planning your future together

money is always a little tight for him, but after he wins and gets paid from a fight he loves taking you to see whatever horror film is currently in theaters. if he can’t afford it, he still wants to take you out and treat you nice so he ends up finding a hill that overlooks a local drive in theater. he tends to like those dates better because it’s just you and him (maybe ash if you like dogs), and if it’s a movie you’ve never seen before the two of you make up your own plot as you go

he does however start saving up months beforehand for an important date (birthday, anniversary, etc.) and surprises you with concert tickets to a band he’s heard you mention before. he’ll act like it’s no big deal, but seeing the smile on your face brings him an unfamiliar feeling of self pride

if he’s having a rough day, he lays his head on your thighs and asks you to sing. doesn’t matter what song, he just loves your voice (bonus points if you rub his sore back while doing it)

unfortunately loving him means dealing with stan who will most likely make some teasing remark about you, but lion is so quick to defend you and tell him to knock if the fuck off, stan rolls his eyes but quiets down seeing how serious he is about you

lowkey…. he wants you to do your style of makeup on him, partially because he wants to know what it feels like but mainly because the thought of you on his lap and gently touching his face and calling him pretty makes his chest feel weird

ok so i have realized the reason fnaf 2 movie michael is such an egregious mischaracterization to me is because they made him so cruel and actually delight in causing people pain Which is just simply not correct.. and Yes yes i hear you "but max what abt the bite of '83??" and i will give you that michael wanted to torment his little brother, but he did not intend to actually Kill him and is absolutely horrified upon realizing what he has done. he was a shitty mean older brother but causing physical harm was never the end goal, he was lowk just a scared little kid who was trying to find a way to take control of his situation, and the only way he knew how to do that was by inflicting fear like his father. i'm not justifying his behavior by any means, i'm just saying it was a coping mechanism for him and not indicative of an actual desire to harm, meaning he most certainly wouldn't be laughing upon hearing people die Because of him as he did in the Filem..

i also do acknowledge that canonically, mike seems to have done his father's bidding for a while before finally going Oh Ok fuck this guy let me get his ass but i think it is far more likely he was a reluctant participant who simply wanted his father's love, not this overzealous partner in crime who appears to go above and beyond just for the Love Of The Game bro.. william is all michael has left, and he is still wracked with guilt from causing his brother's death. he is desperate to prove himself worthy of love, especially after how badly he fucked up, so it makes sense he would go along with william's plans. i find it extremely hard to believe he would be viewing his allegiance to william as anything more than an unfortunate necessity, whereas the film makes him almost giddy to be continuing the "family business" as it were.

i just find it disappointing bc michael is such a complex character that must constantly wrestle with his own Morality and his Need for some sense of familial love/approval.. having him just be enthusiastic to Hurt feels like such a cop out and removes so much of his depth which is LAMESAUCE !