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She squirmed in protest, pouting around the gag as he still left her. Heather struggled for about half an hour, finally feeling the gummy hit her. She felt the anxiety filtering from her body, a feeling she was becoming more used to since he'd started using them on her. Heather eventually heard the door opening, heavy-lidded eyes blinking up at him as she squirmed significantly less actively as when he'd left. Her arms were pinned to her back, making her back arch and putting her hardened nipples on display under the fabric of the nightie. She whined at him, ankles tied together which made the nightie ride up to expose her panties a bit as she tried to move her legs. Heather was clearly begging for it, trying to tempt him.

I sat with this ask for a long time. I sat and it sat, and then I decided neither it nor I can sit around forever.

Thank you. So, so much. Thank you for taking the time to write this. Really. It’s rare we (I, anyone) receive such thoughtful messages. Not because people are awful. I think it’s an energy thing. Thank you for sharing your energy with me. May new worlds continue to open for you and the folks you write with.

(And, hey. If you ever want to write or toss some memes around, I’m here and I’m down. No pressure, no rush.)

Favorite Colors // Red, silver, black

Last Song // Balance Slays the Demon - Old Gods of Asgard

Currently Reading // American Psycho - Bret Easton Ellis, way too many AW fics don't @ me

Watching // Stargate SG-1, Twilight Zone, playthrough of Death Stranding

Currently Playing // Between going back for all the various paths in Quantum Break, Max Payne, and AW Remastered (I need all my manuscript pages)

Craving // Iced coffee, to be working on my cosplay, and to write some of these other muses I keep thinking about

Tagged by // @tangleweave (ty!!!)

Some positivity for @tangleweave

I want you to know that you are an amazing. You are talented. You deserve all the love and positivity in the world. I am grateful to have you in my life as a writing partner and a friend

Closed with @tangleweave. Continued from This.

“I’d like that. To be friends that is.” Though fear creeped at the edges of her thoughts.

What if others began to suspect her for getting close to the leadership? What if she was seen as trying to steal some spot that others with more history than seventeen weeks of near self imposed isolation? What if she was only playing at not remembering anything to gain sympathy so she could assassinate some unknown target? 

She shook her head a little, trying to banish the encroaching negativity so that she could hold a civil conversation with Groot.  A tired and lonely smile spread over her lips as she forced back the tears from her eyes. His offers were more than enough and she would tell him so with her own trinkets in time. Something to pay the kindness back if she was unable to pay it forward. 

“I’m sorry I don’t have more room to make you comfortable.” She looked back over her shoulder at the just under modest little cove that she had made her own. 

A mass of clean, but well beyond saving scraps of cloth had been stuffed into as much of a corner as the semi rounded walls would allow acted as her bed. A large left over crate had been turned into the only surface that she dared use as a table. Another pair of smaller crates that became a sort of stool seat and padded with tarps. She had one crate for her clothes. The weapons she had come with, though never used or carried, were maintained and hung on the wall by a few hooks. The sole warm light came from a pair of lanterns she had found lying around and lit by some type of harmless but glowing ore that she managed to scrape up. The previous flowers were tied with a strip of leather in a bundle suspended on the wall above the table. 

It wasn’t much, but it was as close to a safe haven as she could have made for herself without being anymore of a burden than she had been before waking up. 

Day 26 of 31

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Johnny Storm threw parties the way he lived; fast, loud, and with very little concern for collateral damage. This one had started, according to Peter, because Johnny had met a girl outside a boba shop and promised her VIP access to “his super exclusive Halloween bash.” The only problem? There wasn’t one. Not until 11:38 a.m. on October 31 when a flood of email invites went out.

Peter, with his ability to crawl along ceilings, got called in for decorating help. For Tabby, the afternoon turned into a panicked scroll of Pinterest boards for ideas, scraping under the couch for loose change, and the most horrific experience of all: a trip into Times Square where the tourist shops clustered together in a veritable nexus of both evil and cheap souvenirs.

Back at Peter’s apartment, a few hours after both their trials, the pair stood in front of his mirror. Staring back was a version of Lady Liberty, complete with a plastic crown plus torch, and the quintessential tourist with his ‘I ❤️ NY’ shirt and disposable camera in hand.

“Y’know what…” Tabby made a quarter turn each way, ensuring the five-dollar green dress from Goodwill didn’t ride up her thighs too much. “… I don’t know if we’ll win the costume contest but we still look pretty good.”

“You look incredible.” Peter’s correction came with a small tap of one of the crown’s peaks, where a cheap Spider-Man charm dangled, attached by both prayers to the craft gods and a safety pin. “Not sure about this guy though.”

“He’s cute!” A small shake of her head put the little Spidey out of reach. “Besides, you weren’t exactly complaining about accuracy when checking out my hemline earlier.”

Not an argument Peter Parker could win.

By the time they reached Johnny’s wing of the Baxter Building, the place was already heaving. Candy overflowed from giant bowls, orange strobe lights flickered, and music pulsed from a DJ with an impressive last-minute appearance fee. Johnny waved from across the room, arm around a girl in cat ears and black leather.

“Wasn’t Boba Girl meant to be brunette?” Tabby whispered through a smile while waving back.

A half-shrug came from Peter. “It’s Halloween. She might have dressed up.” After a subtle glance around the dark room, he aimed a wrist shooter at the nearest candy bowl and thwipped it over.

Still holding her torch while unwrapping a piece of chocolate, Tabby continued to stare at the girl from beneath the start of a frown. “Pete, are you sure that white hair is a wig and not…”

The Black Cat peeled off from Johnny, disappearing into the crowd.

Peter was already pulling off his backpack. “Tabs…”

“I know.” This was part of the gig, Halloween or not. “Stay here. Be careful.”

“And don’t eat all that candy.” He gave one last tap to the Spidey dangling from her costume. “You keep her safe, bud.” With that, he ducked behind a pair of partygoers dressed as Minions and disappeared completely.

Guarding her bowl of treats close to her chest, Tabby moved toward the windows where beyond the pulsing strobe lights, Manhattan sprawled in glittering grids. Chewing on a lump of nougat, she contemplated tomorrow’s potential Daily Bugle headlines.

HUMAN TORCH THROWS INFERNO OF A PARTY:SPIDER-MAN SPARKS TROUBLE BURNING QUESTION: WHAT DID SPIDER-MAN STEAL FROM THE BAXTER BUILDING?

The endless bitter irony in how as much as Spider-Man loved New York, even more than a joke shirt implied, it often failed to love him back. Except for Lady Liberty, who turned from the window and began to gather up all of Peter Parker’s favorite candy, stuffing it into a bowl she somewhat expected was Sue’s and kind of valuable.

Sigyn's breathing came out ragged as she lay on the marble floor. She had been helping a few of the sanctum's students with some extra lessons in hand-to-hand combat and had overexerted herself. Her eyes flitted around the room as she tried to regain her composure and catch her breath, all while feeling the all-too-familiar feeling of eyes on her.