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funnysideblog · 21 days
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I actually rlly like v2 being a search and rescue robot. Ive seen ppl talk abt the knuckleblaster and how insane it is for a nonviolent peaceful robot to have it. But what if it was meant for clearing rubble? And the shockwaves could batter through debris. to help get people out. Or to help clean up the area around it by breaking things like concrete into smaller pieces. Its claws being used to pry things open or tear through metal, like real life emergency equipment. Getting through roofs and walls and breaking through other machines. Because the peace at the time would still be full of horror and destruction. They would have to start with something which can help with that before anything else. Also it being very durable helps. Like v2 is much more durable than v1 which would probably be needed for things like this
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bloopuoo · 11 months
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orykorioart · 19 days
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Something is missing, but you don’t know what.
[Image Description:
Digital illustration featuring Taako and Lup from The Adventure Zone. On the right side are Taako and Lup during the Stolen Century, with their red cloaks. The edge of the picture is taken over by a glitch effect, almost erasing Lup, only leaving behind parts of her cloak and hair. There is also a small glitch on Taako’s chest, where the IPRE patch would be. This part of the picture is also somewhat desaturated.
Stolen Century Lup is depicted with her hair in a messy bun, her dark brown hair dyed with light-pink highlights. Stolen Century Taako is depicted with his long hair in a braid, his dark brown hair dyed with lavender-purple.
The left-side of the image is post-Voidfish Taako, who is fidgeting with his hair with a look of sadness on his face. He is clutching onto the Umbrastaff at his hip.
Post-Voidfish Taako is depicted with messy shoulder-length hair, his naturally dark-brown hair is streaked with some lavender-purple and light-pink. He is wearing a deep-purple cloak and hat, which is themed with stars on the inside.
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ghouljams · 7 months
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A Fair Trade (A First Date) Word Count: 2.7k Tags: Price x oc/reader, minor descriptions of reader but only if you really squint, fluff, first date awkwardness Summary: The Witch promised Price dinner and by God he's going to be fed. Price promised her a date, and that makes this whole thing a little harder.
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You are trying and failing not to think of tonight as a date. 
You've been on dates. Not good ones, and they never came to your house, but you've been on dates. You were never this nervous before. You smooth your hands over your apron, trace the embroidery with your fingers before you pat your thighs to stop your fidgeting. You're going to change while the meat is still cooking, your usual work clothes feel too plain. 
It’s painfully clear you don’t dress up often as you look through your closet. Actually it might be more accurate to say you have no concept of dressy vs too dressy. Your usual uniform is casual to you, but you often have clients tell you, you look nice. Whatever that means. You shake your head and grab whatever is clean, staring at the coven clothes in the back of your closet. Too fancy. You twist the little pearl buttons on your blouse into their holes, and make a face in the mirror. It’s all too obvious you’re trying to look nice for someone.
It’s the silhouette, you think, the nipped waist and tight skirt. You huff and don’t bother to do the last few buttons, searching around your drawers for something more casual. You think you have a pair of jeans somewhere. You know your sister has tried to force denim on you enough times. God, this skirt makes everything so much harder, you’re not used to clothing sitting so close to your body. 
Fuck everything you’re changing, you’ll wear one of your dresses it’ll be fine.
There’s a solid knock on your front door, your wards light up excitedly. You squeeze your eyes shut and beg for it to not be Price. You know it is. You’ll just have to tell him to wait while you finish getting ready, slipping on a pair of heels as you make your way to the curved oak door.
You tug the door open, feeling more than a little frazzled. Everything is already going wrong and now you don’t have any time to fix it. Price smiles down at you, he looks the same as always. Fantastic, once again you’re overdressed. You step to the side, bid him a quiet “please come in” and hold the door for him. He slips his hat --your hat-- from his head as he steps inside. His eyes drag over your body in a way that makes you feel far too exposed.
"Did you dress up for me?" He asks, you feel a little silly the way he says it.
"You said this was a date," which makes you feel even sillier to say. 
“I did say that,” Price hums, reaches towards you, gentle fingers finish buttoning your shirt. You tip your head back instinctively for him as he twists the satin ribbon tie at the collar into a neat bow. Your breath sticks in your throat, the gesture far too intimate for a first date. “Are you nervous, sweetheart?” His fingers caress your throat and you snap your chin down, take a step back before your heart can jump out of your chest. You suppose changing is out of the question now.
“No,” Liar, “should I be?”
“Probably not,” You hate how he smiles at you, with just barely contained amusement, it’s far too charming. 
“You know to behave yourself,” You turn away from him to go check on your roast, “otherwise the wards will throw you out just like last time.”
“Last time,” He mumbles, and you feel yourself wince, the ache in your chest at his tone. You shouldn’t have brought it up. Price is quiet, you’re not exactly used to him being quiet. You can feel him, his magic like a still lake, deep dark waters hardly stirring the secrets at the bottom. You still glance over your shoulder to make sure he’s actually in the house when he’s gone too long in silence.
He’s looking around your living room, picking up framed pictures and smiling down at the happy faces. His eyes dart to the wood beams of your ceiling, to the overstuffed couch, the knitted afghans, nothing you find terribly interesting. All of your materials are kept closer to the kitchen. If he wanted to snoop he should’ve chosen one of your glass cabinets, not your bookshelf. You shrug and pull your ceramic pot from the oven, you don’t have anything that needs to be hidden.
You settle your main on the counter and go to grab plates. You figure you can get dinner plated while he’s busy putting his scent all over everything. You can feel his magic clinging to whatever he’s touched. It’ll take you weeks to get it fully out of your house. You try not to think about the magical cleaning you’ll have to do when he leaves, focusing instead on slicing thick cuts off the bread you’d baked earlier.
Your grandmother would be quite proud of you for all the cooking you’ve done. Everything is fresh and cooked to perfection. It’s quite a nice plate if you do say so yourself: warm bread, tender meat with a rich thick sauce, and roasted vegetables with just a hint of char. Everything smells of warm herbs and careful preparation. Cooking is a magic in and of itself, one you’re thankful you had a good teacher for. 
You grab both plates to set at their respective places on your table. Not exactly formal dining, but then again your family has never been a formal dining sort of people. Still, you have the prerequisite candles, wine, cloth napkins and butterflies in your stomach. You look for Price, finally having made his way to your curio cabinet. He turns a pair of dragonfly wings over in his hand.
“Dinner’s ready,” You raise your voice enough to be sure he’ll hear you over whatever he’s thinking. He settles the wings back in their place as he looks at you. His eyes drift down to the table.
“You served me,” Price sounds, almost confused, but- hm, indulgent, maybe. His voice is thick with something you haven’t heard before, deeper in his chest than it usually is. Something about it makes you want to touch him, conjures the feeling of sitting on his lap as you take your own seat.
“You’re my guest,” You tell him, “I’m a good host.”
“So you are,” He pulls his designated chair out to sit, and pauses again, leaning to pick up the fork you’d laid out for him. “This is fairy made,” He twists the intricate wooden utensil between his fingers, you nod.
“You’re not the only fae I deal with,” You pick up your own fork, the wood curves comfortably in your hand.
“Apparently,” Price smiles, finally sitting, “anyone I should be jealous of?” You snort.
“I should hope not. If I had to deal with anyone half as stubborn as you-” You shake your head, clear the sentence from your thoughts, “Besides I rarely cook for others. Too much-” you wave your hand, “idle magic to keep track of.”
Price hums. What you want to tell him is that cooking is such a labor of love, that it’s almost impossible to serve anything to anyone who isn’t going to stick around. That clearing your intent and keeping it clear the whole time you cook is far more than what a normal person has to go through, even if they’re just making toast. That every recipe seems to call for the same herbs that love and health spells call for, and you’ve never been able to shut your brain off from the association. That even sharing a meal with your friends makes you worry you’ll accidentally put a spell on them, and they’ll never trust what you give them again. That even though you love cooking you never stop being a witch, putting magic into everything that touches you.
Price watches you, your faux casual air. You know he has a better nose than your mundane friends, you dread to hear if your food smells like a spell. His eyes are so warm as you meet his gaze. It always surprises you that such an icy blue could be anything but cold, and yet.
“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble for me,” He says, picking up his knife and beginning to slice through the meat on his plate. You open your mouth to refute it, and grab your wine to sip instead. There’s no point in lying when it’s so painfully clear.
Wood, ceramic, copper, your kitchen seems almost made for fae comfort in its current state. Not a lick of iron anywhere it could’ve infected the food. 
Instead you flick your wrist, your little record player excitedly switching itself on and carefully setting its needle on your pre-approved vinyl. You let the machine deal with the fiddly bits as your magic works to try and even itself out around the traces Price has left. 
“I promised you a meal, you should be able to eat it,” You finally manage, doing your best to focus on your own food when your stomach is twisting itself into knots. 
“Thank God for that,” Price tells you, “if I can’t eat you, at least I can eat your food.” You both watch the candles burst in crackling flames, bright enthusiastic licks of fire that you do your best to calm down. Magic reacting to your emotions. The record player skips a beat with your fluttering heart. “Cute,” He says it so casually, like your flames don’t crackle with his every word.
“Shut up,” You grumble.
If you’d thought dinner would be the hardest part of the evening you were horribly wrong. Dinner is easy. You’ve taken tea with Price enough times, had enough conversations with him, that you find it easy to fall into your familiar groove. Though you can feel time passing, can hear the soft click and chime of your clocks, you get lost talking. Before you know it hours have passed. Your candles burned down, your plates clean, the previously full bottle of wine neatly polished off. You think your record has reset itself at least once.
It’s nice, comfortable. Price always gives you his full attention, listens without simply waiting for his turn to speak, and you return the favor. Although with how intelligent he is, it would be hard not to give him your full attention. This date thing is easy. You don’t know why you were so worried.
All of your awkward anxiety rushes at you as you stand at the door. You’ve never been good at ending dates, and you’ve never had a date go well with someone you’re- Well you suppose you can admit that you like Price more than you should. Like him enough to hesitate the ending. You stare at him, trying to get a read on his mood, trying to silently ask him to do something. Please tell me how this is supposed to end, you think at him.
“You have to tell me if you want something little witch,” He smiles down at you. 
"Would you kiss me?" You don't know what else to say, how else this could possibly go. You want him to kiss you more than anything. You had it once, and you haven't stopped thinking about it since. Price smiles, and pulls you into his arms.
He kisses you and it's nothing like it was last time. The blind panic is gone for one. It's slow and soft, it's not perfect, you don't know what to do with your hands or really what to do with your mouth, but it doesn't matter. Price kisses you like he never wants to do anything else, like the world can wait for him to finish. You're warm from the dinner and you can feel it bleed into the kiss. His beard tickles a little but the way he holds you and the soft slide of his lips make everything else melt away. 
When he pulls away you can still feel the phantom press of his lips against yours, and it makes giddy bubbles pop in your ribs and across your cheeks. You want to kiss him again. Price smiles and brushes your hair back, his rough calloused fingers gentle as they skate across your skin. You really must be greedy to want so much more of him. You try to coach yourself, too much of a good thing blah blah blah.
He cups the back of your head and kisses you again. Soft, soft, soft. You didn't know kissing someone would feel like this. You've seen movies, read books, but you'd thought those must be exaggerations. When you'd kissed him before it had been so insistent, all teeth and tongue as he tried to devour you. If you'd thought he was trying to steal you away then you can't even imagine what he's trying to do now. Your chest clenches tight, pulls taught, bursts with gnawing desire, you think you might be trying to steal him, or at least convince him you're worth staying for.
Not that he needs convincing, you are more than worth staying for. You're so sweet and warm from the wine. Your lips are plush against his and your pretty little fingers hold onto him so tightly, he wouldn't leave you if the whole court called him. There's a slight tang of alcohol on your lips that makes your kiss all the sweeter. 
Your hands slide to his shoulders as you press up on your toes, press closer against him. He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you flush against his chest. As if he could keep you any closer, feel any more of your warmth. Oh you sweet thing, if he could sink into you he would, each honeyed kiss, each gentle breath, plucking at the last string of his resolve. Precious darling, do you even know how well loved you are?
You pull back, turn your head so his next kiss just catches the edge of your mouth. Price is ravenous for you, sliding his lips to your jaw, he can smell your pulse, the soft powdery rose of your perfume. How could he still be so hungry after eating? He can feel the syrup drip of your magic down his spine, languid and entirely too enticing. Actually, everything in the house seems to tremble just on the edge of your breaths, seems to weigh heavy against his shoulders, anticipatory. 
It’s not just his hunger, is it?
His lips still against your neck. No, it’s yours as well. He can smell it, taste it on your skin, your want. You’re a spell, as much as you try not to be, just begging to be adored. You’re nervous. He pulls back, takes in the pout of your lips, the draw of your brows, wanting but unsure. He can’t. You deserve better than just hungry wanting. You should rest safe in the knowledge that he won’t leave in the morning.
Unfortunately that morning won’t come tomorrow.
Price strokes your cheek, kisses your forehead. It’s the end of an exchange, a decision made for both of you. you thought he’d be pushier. He was getting what he wanted, right? Maybe that was your own inexperience shining through, but you’d thought- Well you’d thought this was why he wanted you.
“What now?” You ask, trying to hide the confusion in your voice.
“Now?” He sighs it like it pains him, “Now, I leave, and you see me tomorrow.” You can’t say you aren’t relieved. Grateful that he isn’t pushing you for more so quickly. Still, you can’t help feeling a small sting of rejection.
"Even if I ask you to stay?" You push up onto your toes to try and meet his lips again, but he leans back to keep you a breath away.
"Especially if you ask." He tilts his head, and you feel like you’ve edged too close to a dangerous line. "When I fuck you," Price breathes, brushes his lips against yours, "and I will fuck you, Sweetheart," he assures you, "I want it to mean something.” He brushes your hair from your cheek, his fingers cupping your face like you’re something precious to him.
“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You hope. Price smiles, and kisses you a final time. The feeling of him lingers when he pulls away. Gentle magic sticking to your lips as he pulls his hat on.
“And every day after that,” He promises.
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Your father is your father until one of you forgets.
Jon I - AGOT // The Sun Is Also A Star - Nicola Yoon // Saturn Devouring His Son - Francisco Goya ( 1819-1823) // Daniel in his Den - Peter Paul Rubens (1613-1615) // Sink- Desireé Dallagiacomo // Jamie V - AFFC // Tyrion XI - ASOS // Game of Thrones S4 E10 titled “The Children” // Elektra - Sophokles (tr. Anne Carson) // Ocean Vuong
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saphirune · 9 months
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volo doodle i did for a warm-up...while i was drawing this, i was thinking of this photo i took but didn't end up using.
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Flowers in her Hair
(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀
Summary: After Katniss has a bad nightmare, you take her out for a little walk.
Warnings: None—pure fluff w/ a little bit of angst/comfort.
Word Count: 2281
Finding Katniss curled into a fragile ball in the corner of the bathroom, or weeping beside you in the darkness of your bedroom after a nightmare wasn’t an uncommon sight. In fact, she had a nightmare almost every night no matter what had succeeded beforehand or what time the two of you went to bed.
Some were a lot worse than others.
Sometimes it was just a gentle hand clasping at your shirt and panicked breathing, and sometimes it was screams of pain that echoed through the many halls of the house.
You were always there to comfort her, though, whether by a cup of tea or soothing words.
“Shh, shh… you’re alright.” You breathed softly into her hair, lungs inhaling and exhaling at a much slower pace than hers. You gently raked your fingers through her sweat soaked hair, tucking her teary face into the crook of your neck.
Katniss trembled in your embrace. Her heart raced so loud you could hear it. Her bitten nails were gripping your shirt like a lifeline and broken sobs escaped her broken lips.
No matter how bad the nightmare or the cause, the two of you always ended up in this position. She would curl up into your arms like a child scared of a storm, and you would cradle and rock her as such until her sobs soothed to whimpers.
“I’m here.” You murmured in the same tone. You felt her tighten her grip on your shirt so you hugged her a bit closer. “You’re safe..”
Katniss shook her head. Her tears had soaked your skin and weren’t stopping anytime soon. “I’m not… I’m not… Snow..”
“Snow is dead.” You whispered soothingly. While one hand rested still on the back of her head, the other rubbed in circles on her back. “He can’t hurt you.”
Katniss shuddered. “Y-you don’t know he’s dead.” She blubbered, voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t kill him…”
“The crowd and his own blood did.” You said. “I was there… I saw it. He’s gone, love, I promise you.”
This exchange was one of the most common ones. While it didn’t get any easier for the both of you, it was one you knew how to handle.
“Snow is gone, and you’re safe.”
Your words finally managed to break Katniss’s nightmarish haze as she let out a sigh of relief. She was still shaking and whimpering, but the tears were silent.
After the worst nightmares, Katniss would sometimes break free from your arms and run to the bathroom in an attempt to keep her sick inside the toilet bowl and not the floor. She’d spend a while there and you’d leave her alone for a moment to collect herself, then come and coax her back to bed.
That happened once more. You’d brought her out of bed and down to the kitchen to make some tea when you heard her feet smack onto the ground as she made a beeline for the bathroom.
You set the tea to brew and then crept into the bathroom.
Katniss was bent over the bowl, now silent. She’d made a pathetic attempt to tie her hair back and was gasping for air. She flinched when the door opened.
“It’s just me.” You murmured. You grabbed a rag and ran it under some cold water and then bent behind her. “Are you done?”
She weakly nodded, still panting.
With a gentle hand, you rested your palm on the side of her face and tilted her so she was looking at you.
Katniss, while always beautiful, had certainly looked… better.
Dark circles pooled beneath her eyes, a sharp contrast to her stark pale skin. She hadn’t made it through a full night without waking in weeks and it was really catching up to her. Her lips were raw and cracked from her bad habit of chewing and picking at them and her nails suffered the same story. Sweat beaded on her forehead and soaked the rim of her shirt. Tears glistened on her cheeks. There was some drool on her mouth from her bout of nausea and she was trembling once more.
Her sad eyes refused to meet with yours, though she made a soft noise of thanks when you cleaned her face with the cloth, then laid it on the back of her neck.
“Deep breaths.” You murmured, moving your hand to rub circles on her back once more. You knew Katniss was one who preferred to be shown what to do rather than told so you made an effort to breathe loudly. She copied you weakly until her heart slowed down.
You sat and comforted her a few minutes more before kissing her forehead and helping her to her feet.
The two of you made your way back to the kitchen; Katniss taking a seat at the counter and you pouring two cups of herbal tea.
She picked the mug up with quivering hands and lifted it to her mouth, swallowing the warm liquid with relief. The tea was infused with herbs you’d found in the woods to calm her down and it always did the job, plus it helped to ground her from the demons in her mind.
When Katniss had finally gotten herself under control, looked over at you.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with this… every night. You don’t deserve this.”
Another thing about Katniss was that she believed everything was her fault. When it rained when you two were on a walk, she should’ve noticed the clouds sooner. When the oven broke or burnt the food, she should’ve checked the wires or noticed the smell. And when she got a flashback or an anxiety attack… she should’ve handled it better. Everything was her fault, and she didn’t deserve you.
That was the first time you told her that her opinions were bullshit. And it wasn’t the last. Katniss apologized for everything, and every time, you assured her it was nothing to apologize for.
“Katniss…” You sighed and placed your mug down too. “I do this because I love you. I don’t care what I deserve, I want you.” You murmured, resting your hand over her wrist, ignoring the scars over her skin.
She dipped her head, watching the steam raise from her mug. “Y/n..”
“I know what I signed up for, and you’re not going to scare me away just to self sabotage.” You interrupted her before she could continue her spiel of how unworthy she is of you. You gave her wrist a gentle squeeze, followed by a soft, loving smile. “I’m not going to leave you. No matter what.”
Katniss mirrored your smile with teary eyes. She mumbled her own words of affection under her hitching breath and laid her head on your shoulder.
“I don’t think I can go back to sleep.” She whispered. “Not… not right now.”
You nodded. This happened a lot too. Oftentimes the two of you cuddled up in bed or on the couch and you read to her until she dozed off, but you had a different plan.
Sunrise was in about an hour and it was a warm night, so you wanted to try something new with her.
“How about we go for a walk?” You suggested gently, ruffling her hair. “We can pick herbs at the forest's edge and then watch the sunrise.”
Katniss picked her head up. “Really?”
“Mhm.”
The smile on her face brightened and she nodded. “Please.”
A few minutes later, the two of you set out. You’d slid your boots on and grabbed your basket and Katniss grabbed her lightest jacket. She didn’t want to bring her bow so she pocketed a little knife and met you at the door.
You left the house, hand in hand, enjoying the quiet peace of the oncoming dawn. The sky was still purple but yellow and pinks were dancing towards the east. A few brave stars still glimmered up above, the bright moon almost gone beyond the horizon.
“So, we’re looking for some goldenseal and ginger.” You said softly, not wanting to disturb the blanket of tranquility. “I’d like to try to make that ginger cake again, with a little more sugar.” You added with a soft chuckle, remembering the disaster of a pastry you couldn’t even call cake that came out of the oven last week.
Katniss chuckled too. “Alright.”
You both walked to the edge of the woods and split up. The two of you had become familiar enough with the forest surrounding the Victors Village to wander through it alone with ease, so you weren’t scared to part from her. You’d been herb collecting plenty of times, looking for plants to replenish your stock or to sell.
Once you had a hefty amount of roots and bushy green leaves in your basket, you whistled out. The tune was one similar to the Mockingjay Propaganda call, but you’d altered it slightly to give it a new meaning, just for the two of you.
A few seconds later, you heard the whistle in response and followed the sound.
When you found Katniss, she was on her hands and knees, digging up a few more roots. She cut out the best ones with her knife and smiled softly up at you when you came back.
Beside her on the ground were a few primrose plants, roots, leaves and flowers all intact. After you’d planted some of them in front of the house, the two of you made a habit of gently digging up any of the plant that you could and adding it to the garden out back. It was a large collection of beautiful flowers that Katniss turned to when overwhelmed, and although it was a bit much, you didn’t mind at all. It looked almost as beautiful as Katniss when in full bloom.
“Here, we’ll put these in the basket too.” You bent beside her, helping her scoop all of the plants into your basket.
Katniss gave you a grateful smile and nodded.
When the two of you left the woods embrace, the sky was now a light shade of pink. You left your basket on the back doorstep to the house and then took Katniss to the hill overlooking the nearby meadow.
You could see the sun rising in the distance, its golden rays climbing over the hill.
Katniss smiled softly at the view and sat beside you.
“Thank you… for getting me out of the house.” She said softly. “I really needed this. Sometimes the nightmares just… they’re suffocating.”
You nodded solemnly. “I know.” Offering her a sympathetic look, you squeezed her shoulder. “We can do this more often now since it’s getting warmer. You can even try to teach me to hunt again, if you want.”
That drew a laugh out of her.
“Oh, come on, y/n… You wouldn’t hurt a fly.” She cooed affectionately.
You smiled, defeated. “That’s true… I can be your moral support, though.”
“Deal.”
A gentle silence overtook the two of you as you continued to watch the dawnbreak.
You’d begun weaving a crown of daisies and clovers to place overtop Katniss’s head. She’d long gotten rid of the ring of gold from the 74th games, much preferring the natural crowns instead.
Katniss’s head rested in your lap, her fingers mindlessly playing with the fabric of your pants. This was one of the few times she didn’t feel the need to fidget or move. She was content with being still, listening to your soothing voice and watching the sunrise.
“You know… the mockingjay nest out back? The eggs hatched yesterday.” You murmured, finishing up the crown and weaving in the last ends. “They’re still babies but soon they’re going to be pretty loud.”
Katniss smiled, nodding. “How many?”
“Four.” You smiled too. You gently ran your hand down her back, finding the curve of her shoulder and sitting her up. She faced you and you brushed hair out of her eyes, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ve heard if you give them seeds or nuts, they bring you little treasures, like crows.”
“They do?”
“Yep. And they might even stick around.” You gingerly lifted the crown and laid it on top of her head, kissing her nose this time. “I was thinking if they do end up sticking around, we could name them. I think they can actually remember faces too. They even chirp specific tunes they associate with them.”
Katniss blushed at your gentle kiss, intrigued. She lifted a hand to gently touch the crown, then intertwined her fingers with yours.
“You better not train them to come inside.” She warned you with a warm smile. “Buttercup might enjoy the taste of Mockingjay.”
You chuckled. “I won’t. I learned my lesson.”
“Good.”
The two of you smiled at each other and just laughed.
Once the conversation died off, you leaned back against the tree, Katniss resting between your legs, her back against your stomach and head against your chest. She had been stroking your arm and watching the golden sunrise with you, but now she was drowsy and barely hanging in there.
“Someone's sleepy.” You murmured with a gentle tease, hooking your other arm around her. “Maybe we should head back inside.”
“No.” She whined, her voice adorable even though she would protest the thought. “I want to stay here…”
You nodded. “Alright. We can stay.” You assured her gently, just relieved she was getting some rest.
Katniss’s eyes fluttered shut but her lips kept their statue of a smile until she eventually drifted off in your arms. She was safe, with flowers in her hair, love in her heart, and you.
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spooksicl-e · 1 year
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i really hit him, greg
hit him hard.
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marmastry · 1 year
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Agent 3s
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kirby-the-gorb · 11 days
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Some fantasy traveler inventory details (like what they would carry in their bags), based on two of the recent costumes I did.. love finding random little scraps and items and putting them together lol
#it's obvious who's is who's since they match their outfits HOWEVER.. consider if they were switched lol#evil villain looking man carrying around pressed flowers in a cutesy lacy pouch#fantasy costume#what's in my bag#actualyl that would have been funny to make a video. I should make a video#I'm sure someone else has already done this#but like.. lifestyle vlogger type content however I'm dressed in fully costume as some weird elf or something#pulling things out of my bag and showing them to the camera and talking about how they're useful for whatever#but it's all fantasy scenarios and talking like it's very common#'and of course. i know it's a bit cliche#EVERY traveler has one of these. but you know. theyre just useful! thats why everyone has one!' *pulls out a completely unrecognizable item#thats like some weird fantasy world prop and doesn't even explain it because In-world it's normal and wouldnt need to be talked about*#'room tour' video and it's just like 'yeah I sleep on this mat under a bunch of trees uh.. over here by these rocks. at least right now. I#kind of wander around a bit. so'#Like a clothing haul but it's a potions shop haul or something and they ramble about some obscure drama in the potions community and how the#y hard to barter and steal and entire flock of sheep or something just to get one of them. etc. etc.#I could do ones for different characters too like. multiple people from different walks of life showing what they carry around with them.#just like this but more interview sort of vlog format instead of photos#This is where not having much money and not having my own house with land becomes an issue though#I think it would take you out of the illusion if the background was always the same. I can make small sets because there's one blank wall in#a room that it's easy to move all the stuff away from in front of and clear a spot and like hang up fabrics or whatever but still.. hmms#So one of those 'fun idea but dubious about handling the execution' things. also One Of Those Things where without looking it up you're 100%#sure it's already been done and you don't want to look weird since it's vaguely niche. Like if 100 people have done something it's fine but#if only like 3 other people have then you look weird maybe ghhjbj.. or only one other person gods forbid. looks even weirder potentially#Or do people not care about ''copying'' anymore?? idk. I'm not updated with the internet's changing culture. I just have a fear of accidenta#lly doing something like that and then people getting mad even though it's really just that I competely had no idea it had been done because#again.. I live under a rock and am unaware of everything lol. ANYWAY. also would require my face being on video which I don't like. Though I#would be in costume so that helps. I think to be fully comfortable I'd need light modifications to make my face look different. which isn't#hard but is more effort when it has to be translatable in multiple angles. ANYWAY. ghjbhj... Now I think it would be funny actually. maybe#one day. I haven't made any videos (aside from on the gameplay/sims channel) in a long long time actually. hmm'st
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two new dreadnauts 🥺 the miserable yearners
lore below!!
it's FINALLY TIME... warning. i wrote it more story-like this time, so it's mega long! tw for uhh implied child abuse, vague mutilation, vague suicidal thought, and ultra religious trauma!!
around one hundred years ago, galen and erán meet by their super religious kingdom's lonely sanctum on a cliff. galen is an unwanted orphan, troublesome but not that bad so even the orphanage directors aren't sure why he doesn't have a home yet (though they aren't willing to take him in either).
he works hard to be nice but generally has a bit of a rough streak (he's a wolf and a shark he is NOT gonna be the nicest kid). though he isn't exactly dying for a family he's just kinda chilling, he's aware that nobody likes him and that kinda hurts. orphans are usually adopted a couple years after they're dropped off at his orphanage but he's been there since...he doesn't know tbh...
erán is a mysterious boy who lives in the sanctum, raised by the mysterious people who take care of it. galen knows all the kids his age in his area but has never met erán before, so he's naturally curious about him and wants to befriend him since erán doesn't already think he's mean or scary like some other kids. erán is nice and acts like a normal kid (they develop the sweet but bossy little girl and little boy who does whatever she wants dynamic), but galen can tell something is weird about him.
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galen visits the sanctum every day for a month or so, and erán seems to enjoy his company. the scary people who take care of the sanctum don't like galen but they don't chase him away. however if the boys start to get scuffly they break them apart and berate galen for hurting erán, who is very very fragile (and skinny. are they feeding him enough??). galen doesn't want to hurt erán, who bruises very easily and is very light, but erán likes getting dirty in the mud and getting thrown around by galen. rip sanctum people
galen hasn't felt very happy on his own but realizes that erán makes him very happy. and erán seems happy when galen's there, so he decides they're friends.
one day, galen and erán are walking along the cliff's edge, chattering innocently, and a huge gust of wind blows crashes against the cliff--and erán is so light that he's blown over the edge. galen freaks out and races to the bottom and finds erán covered in blood with pale shell shards puncturing through his body from inside. the sanctum people get there and grab galen, screaming at him, and then the world goes black.
a hundred years later, galen wanders the land, blind and violent and dying. he doesn't remember much about the past hundred years but his body knows what happened (severe physical reactions to certain triggers). he swore never to go back to the sanctum but he has gone everywhere else and has not found answers. the memories are too painful, but so is the rain on his wounds and the armor on his aching bones, so to the sanctum he goes, dragging his sword through the sand behind him.
the sacred marble sanctum has fallen off the cliff, crumbling n half sunken in the tide, and galen slumps to the sandy ground there in the shade of the sorta ruined roof and goes to sleep expecting to be plagued by horrific nightmares As Usual. however, he instead awakes in a pale, warm place: the land of dreams. he can't see very well so he squints around, feels soft golden grass under his feet, and sees a shape coming closer to him.
[POV SWITCH WHOAAAA WHOAOAAAA]
the faithful think he's dying so they take erán to the sanctum and perform the ritual he was chosen five years ago to take part in: erán is the vessel for the goddess of dawn, who will one day reawaken this ruined world but had been trapped in the land of dreams by the god of dusk who currently rules this totally twisted and completely cringe world. the faithful hear her voice and she has said that erán must come to her and he will wake as the goddess reborn and bring light to this UNBASED and FLOP world.
erán's barely-alive consciousness awakens in an empty golden plain. he remembers the faithful told him anyone in the realm of dreams will remain there until they are freed, or they are forgotten. he searches for years for the goddess of dawn and does not find her (she has long been forgotten by the faithful, who have warped their vision of her to the point of worshipping a completely different deity).
erán doesn't know how to leave--his only escape is to be forgotten, or freed somehow. but who would free him? how does that even work? the faithful figured that erán would know, or they just never told him (they didn't know). so erán just hopes they figure it out soon.
years and years later, erán's soul is like crumbling he is so lonely and afraid. he thinks of galen--where is he now? did the faithful blame him? does he miss me? etc. erán begins to hope that everyone who remembers him dies. he doesn't want to be alone here anymore. and the butterflies and golden-leaved forget-me-nots do NOT count as friends sorry.
he counts very day, it's been 100 years. have they passed on his memory? he wants to die very much. he hopes they didn't do that.
then one day, a dark shape appears in the endless meadow. erán runs to it--something new!--and his breath catches in his throat. the gravely wounded warrior lying in front of him......how is he still alive...?
[yay]
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as you might expect galen and eran (too lazy to copy paste the accented "a" anymore) are. Amazed. to see each other. eran bursts into tears, and galen recognizes his voice and gets closer to see him, and he sees eran's eye and pearls and hair and everything (his clothes are new slay) and he's like oh my god...oh my god...
they don't know what to say. where to start? where have you been, what happened to you, do you remember me, nothing feels right. they just sit there weeping andn then galen wakes up and it's morning. he tries to knock himself out to see eran again but that's not how it works </3 and eran has to wait the entire day for galen to come back and he cries bc he doesn't think galen will come back
but then galen passes out from his brand new wounds (and starvation) at nightfall and they start vomiting words at each other. eran is like galen how are you alive it's been 100 years you look so young, galen is like your name..i know it's somewhere in my mind i just can't figure it out he gets so freaked out bc he knows eran is so important to him but can't for the life of him remember his name, eran says "eran" and galen just has another mental breakdown(tm) because of course he remembers that name, eran his only friend, eran his happiest memory. and galen is the same to eran, though neither of them share these feelings aloud bc everything is so fragile
they talk about how they've both changed. eran's ears are bigger and he is less mischievous and more sad looking. galen's long floppy ears (which eran thought were really cute) have been cleaved in half and the fins have been cut from his tail which does not move anymore. eran asks what they did to him, galen can't answer
galen comes back to the land of dreams in worse and worse shape and eran is like please u must take care of urself or else we'll never meet again pls eat pls drink pls tend to your wounds (they show in the dream world but don't bleed). galen begrudgingly obeys because eran knows best.
over time they connect again and galen finally talks about what happened. truth is he doesn't know, but sometimes his ears and tail will hurt, really bad, as if pieces of them are being ripped off (phantom pain), and sudden noises/physical contact freak him out and he goes in a blind rage and kills anything that touches him by surprise, and eran can guess what happened.
as to why galen can't die, neither of them know. nor do i bc i didn't think that far yet lol
eran tells galen that he's been trapped here trying to rescue and become a dead goddess for a hundred years and counting, and cannot die until he is freed or forgotten. galen says the people of the sanctum (the faithful) have long been dead. im sorry, he says, your imprisonment here may be my doing. eran says don't worry, i am happy to have waited so long as you were at the end of the road.
they never touch each other because (a) galen does not want to defile eran, whom he has always seen as holy and delicate and perfect, whereas galen sees himself as disgusting and plagued and flawed; and (b) eran is in love with galen but does not want to go forward with these feelings because galen is so mentally unstable, and eran doesn't want to manipulate him or possibly trap him in something he is unable to be true to himself in, and he does not want there to be a power dynamic between them (truth be told like deep down he wants to get obliterated by galen who has become very big and strong these past 100 years but neither of them are ready for. that)
galen worships eran, which eran is aware of--but it's more as an anchor and less as a god. galen needs something to remember the past by, and build his present through. eran also knows that whatever happened to galen was his fault, and he's told galen this but galen refuses to blame him. likewise galen thinks what happened to eran was galen's fault, but eran denies that too
overall for a very long and happy time, they're stuck in "i don't want to hurt you with my feelings" limbo. they love each other and they meet in the dreams of the sanctum at night to take comfort in each other's company. in the day galen tends to his wounds and feeds himself and everything and eran is stuck in his thoughts </3
finally they hatch a plan. galen will free eran, and they can meet in the waking world again. neither of them know how to do that, though, BUT. galen remembers what eran told him about the original ceremony: they put eran in the sanctum and separated his body from his soul. maybe if he found eran's body, he could reunite it with his soul in the realm of dreams...
the ruins of the sanctum above the cliff reveal a hidden door, caved in and blocked by rubble. that night is the first night galen spends outside the realm of dreams in a long time; he tears away the rubble andn climbs down into deep deep chamber, where a pale, emaciated body lies on a pedestal. it is no longer a child's, but the blood from that fateful day remains. he weeps, wraps eran's fragile body in his cloak, and returns to the surface.
dusk is waning into dawn, galen runs to the fallen sanctum and his exhaustion catches up to him, perfect, and when he wakes up in the realm of dreams it is empty. he screams eran's name and scours the golden meadows, cursing his sight, thinking have i forgotten him? eran, eran, i know his name, i know his face, where has he gone i was so close we were so close,
and then galen wakes up and eran's arms are around him. his soul joined his body the moment they reunited under the sanctum's roof. for the first time they're holding each other, and they aren't afraid of hurting each other anymore. the nightmare is over. the sun has risen, and dawn washes her first light over the once-ruined world. the END
plot notes:
the shards sticking out of little eran were pieces of the pen shells that live inside him
the faithful cut off galen's fins and beat him and left him in a forest to die (they thought he killed their vessel)
galen slaughtered the faithful ten years after his "death"
post-plot notes:
after their reunion in the waking world, galen (now the healthier of the two) helps eran recover. of course this includes spoonfeeding hugging for warmth and picking flowers together
they live far away from the sanctum in a rural village, where they have time to themselves but also are never alone :)
galen sets his sword aside and uses a cane (which he can whack people with if needed), and eran guides him :')
the villagers are obv wary about them being dreadnauts (which. im too lazy to incorporate into the plot tbh their old kingdom was pretty chill with nauts) but know they are good people who have suffered a long time and want to start over
kids are scared of galen and think eran is really nice, so their vision of galen warms overtime thanks to eran's influence
they would never have kids of their own they're both a bit. too. wrong in the head for that. and also love each other so much they think it'd be hard to give their attention to another life
eran is immortal because the goddess of dawn, only present in the faintest trace of a memory, joined her spirit with his when he first arrived in the dream realm as a child
galen is immortal because he is the vessel for the god of dusk. they met in a dream when galen was only a baby, and the god of dusk was weary of his old life and wished to start anew
the god of dusk and the goddess of dawn were lovers, but shared rule never lasts
in a dream woven in the waking world, the god of dusk and the goddess of dawn meet again. they forgive each other, speak about their vessels, feeling their love and praying for their happiness.
galen and eran wake up in their shared bed one lazy morning and lay awake with each other for a while, both feeling as if they've just forgotten something somewhat important.
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legitimately why is the hobocop ending so cinematic and awful
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MORE Cute Spider Society Headcanons: Extracurriculars and Sports
Another list of headcanons I have about Spider Society and what it's like on campus. This time - Music, Sports, The Society Newspaper, and other fun things to do on campus
Heads-up: There's light mentions of Spidersonas below - including my own lovely Disco-Spider Diane. All creators tagged at the end
[This post has a lot of links in thise - ALL lead to other tumblr posts. Most of them explain callback jokes, additional headcanons, or the information about the Spider-person being named. All the Spider-people mentioned here are free-to-use headcanons, unless otherwise named. Those who are actual Spider-sonas that my Spider-sona knows - their first names maybe used, or their sona introduction will be linked. Basically if their normal name isn't given and/or theres no link, have at it]
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LETS GO
The Spider Music Scene goes CRAZZZYY
Thought it was just Hobie?
Of course not! There's MetroSpider too
In fact there's a whole wide range of accompanying 'Spider-*music genre*'
There's Spider-Goth who plays gothic death metal, DiscoSpider who plays funky pop, Spider-Grunge into 90's garage grunge, RrrriotSpiderrr who plays Riot Girl Grunge
There's even SpiderSync
Which is NYSNC. But they're all Spider-people. Like Justin Timberlake as Spider-man. They roam as a group
That's because Metro isn't the only celebrity Spidey either -
There's SpiderB, which is just Beyonce but a Spider-person. Britney Spiders, which is Britney Spears but a Spider-person. Doja-Spider, Doja Cat. You get the gist.
Like imagine being in the Spider Society campus food court and turning around to see BEYONCE
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And she's like 'yes.. It's me'
and it's literally just like the normal Beyonce with albums and everything excepts shes also Spiderwoman
And gay. And has a rapper wife named Jane-Z
Every year there's a collaborative album from all the musical Spiders
Called 'The Yearbook'
A lot of the songs are about the direct struggle or experience of being Spider-people
With some really good party songs thrown in for the Spider-raves
Hobie and Gwen's band Wicked Webs appears on the album, along with any Spider who plays an instrument.
If your spidersona can carry a tune, they're on it.
AND IT'S FIRE
You can buy the album at the Commissary.
The first week at campus EVERYbody is playing it. In the common rooms or the food court or training rooms -
They'll just play this album that's by Spider-people for Spider-people
If your spidersona starts singing ANY part of a 'Yearbook' song some without a doubt will respond with the next lyric. everybody knows the words
Spidey people really treat Hobie like a rockstar - and a lot of them go to his concerts
It's kinda a huge unspoken thing on campus that a LOT of people are willing to break rank and head to 136 without permission, just to see Hobie on Saturday nights.
Even people who don't hang with Hobie or don't necessarily know the real him
They still go cause his shows are THE PLACE to be.
Spider-people pour into his tiny venues in London, all out of uniform, and they mingle with the punks in the crowd while Hobie goes Miguel Mode on stage
It's a place where they can all drink (if over 18) and party (any age, Hobie gotchu ur safe with him) and enjoy themselves
And as a result, Hobie is a HIT with people from his universe
They know that Hobie's shows are always lit and full of cool people you'll never see anywhere else
The after-parties are CRAZY (party on all six walls), and it's really common for Spider-friends to link up and head to each others universes after the show - getting into their own shenanigans
There's MANY times Ansi, Asa, Hobie, and Diane have gotten themself into some shit while lit after one of Hobie's shows
And every Monday people are talking about what they get into after the show, the crazy stuff that popped off in the after-parties
MetroSpider, Pavi, Diane, Hobie, & Margo throw the BEST parties
Miguel knows about this, and he lets it slide - for the sake of morale (and not causing a riot if he banned it)
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There's an international Spider community on campus
You thought Spiderman India and Spider-UK was it? NO
Spider-Canada and Hobie are other noticeable ones , but there's more!
There's the Peruvian 'IncaSpider' named Moche, a Paris born SpiderFrance, a SpanishSpider, SpiderItaly
A Mahayana Buddhist ThaiSpider, VietSpider, Spiderwoman Brazil. The list goes ON AND ON.
There's a large group of Indigenous Spider-people
Some Spider-people are even born in countries that don't exist in most universes or live in universes that live in countries that USE to exist
My favorite international Spider-person is the Australia Spider-person who is simply named Australian Spider
People constantly joke they're no dangerous than the average Australian Spider
And there's also a Spider Olympics!
And the events are DESIGNED for superhumans
Diving from buildings into swimming pools, Track meets where people are running at like 80mph, Web Gymnastics, Contact Sports
Ice Hockey gets REAL intense - and of course SpiderCanada is a team captain
As does Roller Derby. Wanna see superhumans fucking WRECKING each other? Go watch Spider-Derby, the players have derby names that play off their own Spider-names. So it's like a triple identity.
And once a year, they all throw down - and even if you aren't THE Spider of your nation, you can still participate if you want -
Like Hobie can enter for Britain but he'd rather die than do anything for that country
It's the one place you can compete and fully push your spider powers without danger - plus it's with your friends
They do give out medals. But it's mainly bragging rights.
Pavi earned his first gold medal in the diving portion for India only three months after his bite. Which is a record for The Society
However the Spider-person with the highest number of medals is Lego-Spider-man. I don't know how.
Sports are HUGGGEEEE on campus I cannot stress this enough
Everyone knows The Society LOVES baseball (shoutout @theevoh12)
But they also love football too (European - not American)
The Society also has TWO soccer teams that constantly play against each other
They play 4 wall soccer in which the field extends the length of a room, up the walls, and across the ceiling - leaving two walls for spectators. This is usually just called 4wFootball or 4WF
This is played with extended rules - and a modified ball that can stick and roll along walls
MANY people on Society backs one of the teams.
And before a game there WILL be arguments without a doubt
You DO NOT insult someones 4WF
You can get team jerseys in the Commissary
WebSlinger Patrick O'Hara is Captain on one team. No, the horse does not play
(I want a jersey with Patrick's 4wFootball number)
Imagine being a Spider Society Athlete and seeing other superhumans wearing your jersey and giving you thumbs up - WHOLESOME
Games can be played 'Plain' or 'Full'
A 'plain' game of 4wFootBall uses basic spider abilities such as speed, strength, and reaction time - however special abilities are not allowed
A 'full' game of 4wFootBall uses basic spider abilities as well special abilities and passive tactics. If Mile wants to go invisible in a 'full' game - that's permissible
Miguel's venom is NOT however. Can't be paralyzing other players. Abilities that effect the other players are off limits, so no electro powers
'Plain' games are played out-of-suits, in team uniform
'Full' games are played in-suits, with the team uniform over it
Betting on teams and players is against the rules
But also Lyla runs an underground betting system and fantasy 4wfootball league. Don't tell Miguel.
There's other activities with solo athletes, and like Hobie being a famous rockstar on campus - there are star athletes too
Tennis is a huge one. Volleyball too. With an extra long field.
The serves, spikes, and hits can be genuinely dangerous. They're managing swings and hits that can top out at like 110 mph (just above the world's fastest baseball pitch)
But because everyone are Spider-people, its fairly easy to follow in real-time
Star-Spiders are usually tennis players, gymnasts, weightlifters, and track stars, but there's a couple others too.
Pavi is a star gymnast, swimmer, AND A 4WFOOTBALL PLAYER - he goes REALLY hard at extracurriculars
(And he's surprisingly competitive. Like insanely competitive. Pavi will scream at the top of his lungs cause he scored a goal. He loses a game and as soon as they end the game he wants to practice cause he HAS to win next time)
The boy is a perfectionist.
One thing that's SO annoying is Venom Evaluation Checks
If you come in acting weird, too bold, or uncharacteristically agressive - You get sent to Spider-psyche so they can make sure you don't have venom.
Not my fault. Raimi-Peter (from the Raimi movies) pulled up to HQ one day in all black and started dancing all weird and saying cringy shit like 'Now dig on this'
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And Jess was immediately like "Yeah, no. We're not digging on anything, sir."
There's a newspaper you can write for
Spider-Scrawl is the Editor-in-Chief of The Daily Web who is a GREAT boss by the way
And it's a MUCH better gig than working at The Bugle
So if your spidersona has worked for Jonah - submit a resume, you might get a call
Theres things like a Canon Event Advice Column, which Diane writes for
A news section that details the Craziest News across the multiverse
If your Doc Ock pulls some crazy shit and turns into a giant octopus - oh yeah thats going Front Page. Everyone on campus knows and you get to gloat about fighting a giant octopus
There's a Debate Section that updates with hot topics that only exist between Spider-people like:
'Is it okay to genetically replicate another Spider-persons organic webbing so you can recreate it for your mechanical webslingers?'
'Masks: Hair out or No? Spider-man India and DiscoSpider weigh in'
'Is the Go-Home machine ethical?'
'What's Miguel's favorite flavor of empanada?'
As you can imagine, these coversations across campus can get REALLY heated
There's a lot of entertainment
Yes, there's a movie theatre on campus. They play movies from across the Spider-verse, and they're a GREAT way to see versions of films you know - but different.
Watch GhostBusters except it's from WebSlinger's world and everyone is cowboys and they catch the ghosts with lassos
Other hits are shown on the big screen too
Barbie was a HUGE hit on campus. People coming in with pink outfits OVER their suits
And it's really cheap in terms of credits
So people like Gwen who started out living on campus, or who are apart of the Educational Study Program have nice things to do in their off-time
And, The Food Court is THE BEST
You think they only have empanadas - think AGAIN
Every culture, every time period. Even weird ass food that you wouldn't even want but is a staple in other universes.
They even have a FISH N CHIPS SHOP (Malala loves it there)
So Hobie can get his nasty ass beans on toast without leaving HQ
The Food Court is almost as big as the Training Wing, and there are so many places indoor and out to eat lunch
And it doesn't stop there -
There's a store (based on credits not money) and a general kitchen.
(As well as separate kitchens in each dorm wing)
You know how in SpyKids they have those meals that like GROW to full size in the microwave???
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Guess what NUEVA YORK HAS THAT MY FRIEND
Missing McDonalds or a specific chain? - Just go to the Grocery in HQ and get a capsulized happy meal.
It grows to fill size in the expanders in the kitchen
Just pick the meal, put it in the expander, dip your ID card, and BOOM
Olive Garden with breadsticks on the side, Waffle House Waffles, McDonalds WITH international food options
Plus the grocery is fully automated by Lyla so you don't have to talk to people if you don't want to
But she will see all the nutter butters and pringles you pick up and she will judge you for it - it's between you and her but she's judging you
Miguel wants members to actually like the place he made
Because he finds no point in having unhappy, unsupported, unstable Spider-people out in the field -
He wants them at their happiest and healthiest so he tries his best
And he hardly partakes in any of this, but to him that's fine. It's not suppose to be for him.
He does enjoy seeing a full food court or walking by the training rooms and hear all the sessions going on
Hearing people talk about the new movie on campus
And sometimes you can even catch him humming a song from 'The Yearbook'
Imagine how smug Hobie was when he went 'bruv - are you tapping out my guitar notes rn?? you thinking about my song?'
Miguel can never live it down
Miguel DOES follow 4WFootball though -
He is actually one of the coaches for 4WFootball - he's a GREAT coach. Hardheaded ass fuck sometime but GOD he loves the Spider's on his team they're his favorites but he tries not to show it
And finally -
Yes there's a nursery and kindergarten on campus, specialized for Spider-kids regardless of if they have powers.
Peter doesn't let MayDay run free (all the time). MayDay attends the Itsy Bitsy Spider Daycare, and so will Jess's child
Sometimes while walking around HQ, you'll see little toddlers in single-file lines, holding lunch boxes as they follow Spider-Teacher on a field trip to another universe - to learn about the wonders of the multiverse
Their favorite trip is to WebSlinger's world, all the kids get to be cowboys and Patrick shows them ponies and lets them feed his horse Widow
There's a breakroom for people the multiple Spider-Teachers, Spider-Professors (Educational Program), Spider-Psyches, Spider-coaches, the list goes on and on
(Though Society Administration like Jess, Ben Reilly, and yes - Hobie (don't ask how hes just that good) have a separate breakroom from the educators and coaches and such )
And those breakrooms are funny as HELL It's like the Office back there.
This is really long :) Here's a photo of Hobie
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Bye.
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ALSO ALSO ALSO : All the people, OCs, and other things I mentioned -
Ansi - by @spidey-bie Asa - by @suchholydebauchery Disco-Spider Diane - by ME @theevoh12's amazing baseball concept Spider-Scrawl by @whaliiwatching
Thanks for making HQ so rad!!
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#My art#Handplates#UT#Gaster#Frisk#A DBZA incorrect quote technically - it's just such a raw line#Even what it's in reply to kinda works in this context! ''What exactly changed between you in the future and now?'' Time travel nonsense#It feels real weird to have a piece fully finished in black and white and have that be Correct lol#I am So pleased with the composition of this ♥#Gaster vertical and the human horizonal! Gaster confined and the human-#Hint: He's not looking at Frisk#Gaster being able to see Zarfox consistently is very interesting to me#Or rather - that bit makes sense lol he got as far as he could within the confines of his world and understanding#It's still cool how much he can actually see tho - understand? Interpret? Hard to pin down and define haha#What Sans is able to see doubly interests me - he got some but just glimpses! Different from - I assume - Gaster's consistent sight#Poor Papyrus being left out haha#It's been a while since I've drawn a Vessel - weird to think about Frisk in that context haha#It's accurate! Just weird ♪#I am so in love with Gaster's post-Void design <3 The fact that his lineart is ''canon'' - however you want to phrase it just ughgjkdslafd#Any instance of The Medium being drawn attention to down to its format and details gives me the zoomies lol#Visual representation of the unfathomable! It's so cool!!#And the fact that at the Very least Gaster suspects just how limited his viewpoint is - is phased in and out of it - what he assumes is real#He knows that even with everything that makes him up now - the threads of the multiverse! - it's still so much bigger than he can understand#''More than I thought'' - and then actually getting to talk with some/thing/one(s) that make up at least a sliver of that Bigger#''Less than you'd think'' - like moving a grain of sand that contains a universe on the beach of infinity#Hghhh it's cool <3
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