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It's probably just me or idk maybe I'm a weirdo or just weirdly obsessed with Shining Armor or all them but when I see some AU about Twilight Sparkle or the main 6 I think "Oh cute I like it" thought in my mind if it looks nice or if it could just be better (I like a Jacked Applejack, okay? It's my favorite headcanon of Human Applejack but that is not the point)
The point is that somewhere in my brain says "Hey and Shining Armor? What would he be doing at that moment that it's mentioned in Twilight's life? He's her brother." I'm curious and sometimes I just feel ashamed to ask or I hold back from asking because relatively speaking he is not that important and obviously the important ones are the Main six but still. Like he could be important, he just needed development.
Like Flash Sentry, He could have been a really good character (from what I remember) if they had given him his own personality instead of just being a romantic interest for Twilight.
Like I needed more about Shining Armor (I saw MLP several years ago, many years ago so at that time I wasn't a big fan of him until that meme of him and Cadance "the bride and the ugly ass groom"? That one.)
It just uuuugh, Why didn't I become a super fan of Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy or Rarity (I like her she's cool)??? Nope it had to be Fucking Shining Armor, he's cool and I like the redesigns where they make him look more like his dad or make him have a bit more like kind of colors related to Twilight? or something like that.
I also like Big Mac, like just look at him he's so cool too. Like he's a big brother too, he also cares about his sisters, he probably is super jacked like so strong really strong too.
I got distracted from the initial topic which was "I think what would happen with Shining Armor in other people's AUs where they only mention Twilight or the main six."
Yeah. It was supposed to be a short post until I got distracted from my main idea but it's still an MLP post.
#my little pony#my litte pony friendship is magic#shining Armor#shining armor mlp#flash sentry#main 6 mlp#main six#Twilight Sparkle#applejack#big mac#big macintosh#rarity#mlp fim#rainbow dash#long post?#long post
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More Nat cause i love her :)
#long post?#natasha romanoff fanart#natasha romanoff#black widow#black widow movie#natasha romanoff smut#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha and liho#she has a cat :)#digital art#mcu fanart#mcu#fanart marvel#marvel phase 4#drawdrawdraw#marvel#artists on tumblr
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Hello! I adore your Epic animations. Your ruthlessness animation literally brought me into fandom!
I've stumbled upon your beloved king animations, and as a non religious person I have some questions, if you don't mind answering.
Is Saul in love with David? Lyrics imply it, but I'm not sure.
And why did Saul off himself?
Your animations are top tier❤❤❤❤❤
Ah, thank you! 💛 It's so fun to know that my work introduce people to Epic and heck… even Beloved King!
So a lot of stuff is going on with Saul. Buckle up, this is going to be long! (I think)
Is Saul in love with David?
Yes and no! In the musical, Saul lusts after David because he is desperate for control, which then manifests in his inappropriate behavior. I would say that Saul doesn't really love David, but he wants him for himself.
That part of the musical is based on the discourse surrounding David and Saul's relationship as possibly a pederastic relationship (before David became the giant slayer). One of the main arguments is the altercation between Jonathan and Saul (which is the song "Shame" is based on). In the Bible, Saul accuses Jonathan of having an improper relationship with David, causing Jonathan to shame his mother for witnessing her nakedness. "Witness someone's nakedness" is a euphemism, which means it's the aftermath of a sexual act. And that it can pass to other partners. So for example, you are not allowed to be intimate with someone who has been with a family member of yours, because doing so will "witness that person's nakedness" as well. So if we take Saul's words literally, that means that Jonathan must have had a sexual relationship with David, which then David had a relationship with Saul for that accusation to make sense. Then again, there are other people who say that Saul is just crazy, says insane stuff, and we should not take his words seriously. 😅
And why did Saul off himself?
(trigger warning)
This one is also a can of worms. When God abandons Saul, he sends "evil spirits" to torment the king. This is possibly a representation that someone suffering from mental illnesses, perhaps depression or schizophrenia. I don't want to add any labels, but we do know that in the Bible, Saul becomes very suicidal and exhibits behavior indicative of deep depression. He never leaves his room, doesn't want to leave his bed, and stops eating. He recovers when David comes into the picture and helps him. But alas, Saul then becomes paranoid, and drama ensues.
His suicide wasn't viewed as something weak, but instead, something courageous. He ended his life because he didn't want to be captured by the enemies on the battlefield. But we, the readers, and Saul too, know that he has lost EVERYTHING. His sons are dead, he has lost his entire army, God has abandoned him, and Samuel, his father figure, even after death in the form of a ghost, has disowned him. He has chased away David. Even before the last battle, he fell into his depressive state again, and the only one showing some form of compassion was the witch of Endor, who gave him food before he left for battle.
Saul is a very complicated man! Very sympathetic, but he has done some horrible stuff. Like mass murdering... 😬 I think that the Beloved King musical makes a very good depiction of Saul. At least with the songs we have now.
#tw sui talk#beloved king: a queer bible musical#anniasks#long post?#annirambles#I actually recommend the book Jacob's Wound by Theodore Jennings!#That book goes in much more detail of Saul and David's relationship
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Watched Across the Spiderverse, got hooked, wrote fic, made fanart that went with fic. Tale as old as time. Enjoy!
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Dammit.
Dammit!
Gwen threw her mask off on what should have been Miles’ bed. Her Miles’ bed. But it wasn’t, just like all the other ones she’d tried and tried for hours. It wasn’t like Miles would only be in his room, or his apartment. He could be anywhere in New York. God, he could be anywhere in New York. How could she have been so stupid?
Before, she could sense him from universes away. Now, she couldn’t sense him at all.
You were right, Gwen.
You should have never come to see me.
Gwen bit back tears. The look he’d given her before falling off the highway in Nueva York was burned into her memory. He was mad at her, he had been betrayed by her, and she couldn’t fucking find him. He was in danger, and she would be the last person he would reach to for help.
Bzzzzzzzzzz.
She jumped out of her stupor. This was a familiar spidey-sense-buzz, Miles was here! He—
Wait.
No, he wasn’t.
Her heart sank. It was close, tantalizingly close. But it wasn’t Miles. This was a different spider’s signal.
“—someone in there.”
And they were coming this way.
Though it was late, she couldn’t just blend into the shadows. Miles’ room was all packed up, his furniture wrapped in plastic, his action figures stuffed into boxes. It wasn’t like she could turn invisible. New plan: she scrambled to the window, fiddling for the lock — and came up empty. But this window opens. She’d opened it before, and this was the exact same— no, it wasn’t.
“—my old room—”
It wasn’t the exact same place, it was an alternate dimension. Of course. And in this specific dimension, the windows don’t open, so she’ll never be able to make it out before—
“Excuse me?”
BZZZZZZZZZZZ!!
Her fellow spiders had arrived. Standing in the doorway was a woman in her late twenties, with longish bleach-blonde hair, and a man about the same age with thick locs and glasses. Who looked exactly like Miles.
A little too much like Miles.
“Whoa.” The man looked shocked. “Another Spider-Person! You look… exactly like Gwen. Why do you look exactly like Gwen? Did you have a sister you never told me about, or—”
“No, of course not.” The woman — also Gwen, said, assessing the situation. She was also named Gwen? She kinda looked like her… wait, if he looked and sounded a lot like Miles, and she looked and sounded a lot like Gwen, then…
Oh, god. It was her and Miles. From an alternate dimension.
“I’m not crazy, right? You see it too?” The man, no, Other-Miles, gestured with his hands just like her Miles did. Does.
“Yep,” she said. She turned her attention back to Gwen. “Sorry, are you… me?”
“Yes! And also no.” She shuffled her feet, not knowing what else to do. “So, yeah. I am Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman… from a different dimension.”
A moment of silence. They looked at each other. They looked back at her. “Oh. Okay.”
“Wow, you guys are remarkably chill with this.”
Other-Miles put a hand around Other-Gwen’s waist. A pang of feelings hit Gwen’s gut like a brick. He could just do that in this universe? “Well,” he said, “we’ve been Spider-Man and Woman for like… twelve years now, so we’re used to weird shit.”
“Yep.”
“Cool, um… so, I’m sure you both are wondering why I’m here right now,” she said with half-assed finger guns.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Okay, so.” She sat crosslegged on the room’s bed. “Multiverse is real. A bunch of Spider-people from a whole bunch of universes got together to protect the multiverse.”
Other-Miles sits beside her. “And they didn’t invite us?”
…
Even he got a watch?
God, even though he’s half-joking, Other-Miles’ questioning almost makes Gwen burst into tears. Of course every multiversal version of Miles Morales wants to be invited. Wants to be visited. Wanted to know why his friends didn’t visit.
Other-Gwen raises an eyebrow. Gwen swallows hard, willing her eyes to stop burning. “Only issue, the leader of this alliance is this guy named Miguel, who is insane. He’s so scared of disrupting the multiverse, when it’s really this guy, Spot, who does it with his portals. Spot is this villain guy, by the way. Ruptures holes in space-time. Anyway, Miles…”
Other-Miles squints quizzically. She swallows hard. “My Miles isn’t even from my dimension. I accidentally got launched into his through science shenanigans, we met, and we just… clicked.”
Other-Gwen sits at Other-Miles’ feet, holding his hands. “That sounds awfully familiar.”
He laughs. Gwen hurts a little more.
“But we were separated. Each back to our own universe. Anyway, months pass. My dad tried to… arrest me after I revealed my spider-ness to him, and I was terrified, but Miguel took me in. I got a watch that let me transport between universes, and… and I wanted to visit Miles so badly… but I didn’t.”
Gwen covered her mouth and turned away. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
“Why not?” It was Other-Gwen. She'd laid a hand on her knee, ready to listen.
God, she's a saint.
“Because Miguel said he was an anomaly, and I wasn’t allowed to,” Gwen said, choking up. “He wasn’t supposed to be Spider-Man in his universe, even though he’s a great Spiderman.” Her floodgates open. “Like, he’s just so kind, and gentle, and he puts other people before himself, sometimes too much, and he’s just so sweet.”
Gwen sobbed for a moment. She caught the two of them exchanging another glance. They each took one of her hands, and Other-Miles slides off the bed to match his partner.
“And I had that watch for months and I didn’t visit him. Then, when I finally did, I didn’t tell him why I didn’t visit, or that I was actually on a mission or anything. I just showed up, and, and he looked so happy, but when he stood up to Miguel and stuff he found out everything, and he, he…” Gwen wiped her tears on her shoulder. “You should have seen how hurt he looked. I’ve given him so much pain. I even chased him, tried to get him put in jail because he was an anomaly, and that’s just what happens to anomalies. He was one of the best friends I’ve ever had, and I just… I just chased him. Didn’t go to him when he needed me most, didn’t support him when he needed me most, and now, he’s somewhere in the multiverse, and he’s in danger, and I can’t find him, and I don’t know if he’d even want me looking for him!”
Gwen ripped her hands from theirs and pounded the bed before curling into a ball and grabbing her hair. “I’m such an idiot. I… I don’t know where he is, or if he’s safe or anything. Maybe he won’t even talk to me…”
In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man.
Whether she meant falling to her death or falling in love, she wasn’t sure.
And, in every other universe, it doesn’t end well.
No, it certainly didn’t.
“I’m so sorry,” Other-Miles said after a little while. “C’mere.”
Then, Other-Miles and Other-Gwen took her by the forearms, pulled her off the bed, and into a hug.
Gwen couldn't help but collapse.
After so many hours of tension, Gwen finally relaxed. Into the hug, and into her sobs. They just held her and held her as she cried and cried. Something inside Gwen rejected this. She doesn’t deserve kindness, not after everything she’s done. Miles needs this hug much more than she does. Wherever the hell he is.
If he lets her, she would want to hug him exactly like this.
Other-Gwen rubbed circles on her back. “You must have been holding onto this for a long time. You must be so scared.”
Gwen just nods.
Other-Gwen leans out of the hug. “Why don’t we figure it out over some tea?”
Gwen wiped away her tears, finally taking in the world around her. “Isn’t it, like, midnight for you guys right now?”
“Nah, it’s about eleven.” Other-Miles hopped to his feet and twirled towards the door, finger-guns blazing. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the two of us decaf.”
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“Kingpin brought you to his world?” Other-Gwen said, listening intently. The two of them had insisted she stayed for a while and tell them her whole life story, despite her protests that she clearly must keep going, and no, she’s not going to burn out, thank you very much.
“Yep! I mean, he ran the supercollider. He didn’t mean to bring me in. Anyway, somehow, when I was launched from the portal, I emerged into Miles’ dimension a week before the collider had even run.”
“You time-travelled?” Other-Miles’ voice echoed from the kitchen.
“I guess? I still have no idea how it happened. But I appear in this new dimension, and, of course, I have no idea what happened or what to do. So, I let my spidey-sense guide me.”
“Spideysense?” Other-Gwen asked.
From the kitchen: “I told you that was a good name for it!”
“Yeah, the entire rest of the Spiderverse calls it spidey-sense.”
“Fine, you win this one. We’ll call it spidey-sense.” Other-Gwen sighed. “Am I the only one who feels like this is ridiculous?”
“Yup,” he said, popping the p. “Continue, little Gwen.”
“Little Gwen?”
“Yeah, to differentiate."
“I’m not little,” she said with a huff. “I’m sixteen.”
“Well, I’m twenty-five, so… little Gwen.” She patted her head.
Is it too early for me to want her to adopt me so BADLY?
“You were saying, you travelled back in time, didn’t know what to do,—”
“Yeah, and so, I let my spidey-sense guide me to this one hoity-toity academy in Brooklyn… you guys have Brooklyn, right? Yeah, so I’m just at this academy and…” She tucked some hair behind her ear. “I meet him. Miles. He was funny and kind, and… like I said, we just clicked.”
“And, like I said, sounds awfully familiar.” she said, smiling. “How long have you guys been together for?”
“Oh! Um, we’re not actually together together, y’know? We’re more… friends right now, we haven’t really, um…” her face felt really hot all of a sudden. “Are you two… dating?”
“Dating? We’re not dating.”
Gwen felt utterly stupid. Then why were they living together? In Miles’ parent’s apartment, no less? Other-Gwen brought her hand up beside her face and wiggled her fingers, showing off a beautiful ring on her—
Oh.
Oh.
“You two are MARRIED?!” Gwen still felt stupid, just in a different way. “You guys can just… live together.”
“Yeah.”
“And have been for a long time.”
“Our second anniversary is in a month.”
“Without any tragic consequences.”
Other-Gwen raised an eyebrow. “…yes.”
So, all this time, there was a universe where Gwen Stacy and Miles Morales, Spider-Man, lived happily ever after? Where Gwen Stacy survived long enough to get married? Where she never had to worry about being too close to somebody, as it would inevitably end in tragedy?
She hadn’t realized she started crying again until Other-Gwen pulled her in. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Gwen opened her mouth to speak but figured it wasn’t very helpful to tell this Gwen that most of the multiverse’s Gwen Stacies are dead. “I don’t know,” she settled with, “everything.”
The electric kettle let out a chorus of dings from the kitchen. “Well, if you’re crying at the thought of us getting married,” said Other-Miles, grabbing various tea supplies from the cupboards, “Imagine being me, at the end of that aisle, realizing I was about to marry that goddess of a woman right there.”
Other-Gwen smiled and rolled her eyes. “Honey!”
“What? You were there! I was blubberin’ like a baby! I was tryin’ to hold myself together during the vows but I was really falling apart—”
Gwen slapped a hand on her mouth to stop another sob, which, of course, didn’t work. They were married. They’d made vows to each other. All her guilt somehow swirled into pure heartache.
“Aw, c’mere.” Other-Gwen put her arms around her again.
Other-Miles appeared with two mugs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel upset.” He handed her one. “Here.”
Gwen hesitated. “Is this—”
“English Breakfast with a spoonful of honey?”
“How did you know?”
He only smiled. “Plus a squeeze of lemon juice.”
“Why not milk?” Gwen smirked. “I usually have milk?”
Other-Gwen put a hand on her shoulder somberly. “You’re gonna want to lay off the milk around now. Your gut will thank you.”
“But I’m not lactose— I’m not lactose intolerant.”
Other-Gwen grimaced. She brought her voice down to a whisper, “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”
Gwen took a moment of silence for all the cheeses, yogurts, and other treats she’d have to discontinue from her diet. Then, she realized that was stupid and there were bigger things at stake here.
They must have also gotten that memo. “Okay,” said Other-Miles, “What’s the plan here, little Gwen?”
She took a sip of her tea. It was perfect. “So, Margo, a.k.a. Spiderbyte, a.k.a. Tech Wiz Extraordinaire, is trying to remotely gain access to the Go-Home Machine’s history in order to find out where Miles went. In the meantime, the group of us have split up in an effort to find him more manually. As evident, it hasn’t worked. So, we’re just gonna keep hoping through universes until we find him.”
“That’s a good plan…” he said, “I think, I don’t know a few of those words. I was thinking more about the plan of talking to your Miles.”
She sighed. “Yeah, that’s the part I’m sort of dreading.”
“Forgive us for getting to the personal side, but you can’t blame us for really hoping you two work out.” Other-Gwen put down her mug, then clapped her hands. "So, you kept things secret from him. That’s in the past. Can you change the past?”
“…No.”
“What can you change?”
Gwen sighed. “The future.”
“Exactly. I know it’s difficult not to— did you just roll your eyes at me?”
“No, it’s just—”
“Just what?” Other-Gwen raised an eyebrow. It was the Jessica-Jones look, the Rio-Morales look, the look that burned into you from the inside out.
Gwen pulled into herself. “It’s just that… I don’t know, everyone keeps telling me that. But it doesn’t mean it works.”
“You sure you don’t want to give it another try?”
“Ugh, I’ve already given it a thousand tries.”
Other-Gwen opened her mouth to reprimand but stopped herself with a deep breath. “Okay, if that won’t work, let’s try a different approach. Let’s look at apologizing like it’s…” She scanned the room for inspiration, then lit up. “Like it’s a ballet!”
She took Gwen’s hands and yanked her to her feet. Twenty-five-year-old Gwen Stacy may have been stockier, but boy, was she buff. Are those the biceps I’m gonna have when I get older? Gwen thought. Damn.
“Okay. Imagine you’re onstage, or in the studio, whatever makes you more comfortable.”
Gwen started stretching from top to bottom in a routine she’d done a million times. She hadn’t done ballet in a while, being Spider-Woman and all. It felt nice to return to some sense of normalcy.
“We’re gonna get into first.” Other-Gwen put her shoulders back and heels together. “After all, what’s the first step of ballet?”
Gwen mirrored her pose. “Getting a good physical therapist.”
“Hardy har. What’s the second step of ballet, then?”
“Having confident feet.”
“Right. ‘Cause if you don’t know where your feet are…”
“You’ll never make it as a dancer.”
Other-Gwen broke from her refined pose. “…that’s the way your teacher phrased it?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“That’s sad. Anyway, it’s your foundation. You need’em, otherwise, you’re not going anywhere. It’s the same with apologizing,” she said, putting her feet in second position and fixing her posture. “Let’s establish the facts, let’s plant our feet. What are the facts behind this?”
Gwen moved to second position. “I hurt Miles.”
“Try a different fact. Try third. What happened?”
To third. “I was accepted into the Spider Society, and got a watch with the ability to transport to multiple universes, including his. But when I got the watch, I was told not to visit, as he was a threat to the multiverse. So I didn’t — for months.”
“Move to fourth.”
To fourth. “When I finally got a mission to Earth-1610, his universe, I broke protocol and visited him. But I didn’t tell him I was on a mission, or that he was deemed an anomaly, or,” to fifth, “that someone close to him was supposed to die, and he was supposed to let it happen.”
“He was supposed—” Other-Gwen’s eyes widened. “You didn’t even tell us that happened. That’s fucked. Sorry, screwed up.”
“You don’t have to— yeah.” Gwen pliéd from fifth. ”I can’t believe I didn’t tell him. Every single person in the Spider Society, including me, believed that death had to happen for the multiverse to stay together, and he was the only person who fought against it.”
“Can confirm that that’s seriously fucked up,” said Other-Miles, not looking up from his sketchbook. “Oh, by the way, I just got this out, I hope you don’t mind. Yeah, totally fucked. I’d do the same if it were me.”
Other-Gwen moved back to first. “Did you try and stop him?”
She sighed. “Yes. Because I thought that if I didn’t, the multiverse would fall apart. Which it wouldn’t, I see how little sense it makes now.”
“Sounds like you’re ready to set it up for the pirouette,” Other-Gwen said with a small smile, bringing a foot forward. “Remember, the guilt may be eating you up from the inside, but you hurt him. Not that your feelings don’t matter, they absolutely do. It’s just that his feelings are the ones being prioritized right now.”
“So, something like…” Gwen brings her foot forward to match. “I wanted to protect you, but, in doing so, I made you feel unwanted. No, not unwanted. I made you feel betrayed, alone, and not good enough.”
“Okay, now you follow through.”
She sets up for the pirouette. “I didn’t mean to make you feel this way—”
“Try it again. Put his feelings first.”
Gwen got ready for another pirouette. But she couldn’t continue. “…I don’t really know what to say.”
“Just follow through with what you said before. Do another spin.”
“Uh… I made you feel terrible about yourself, and that wasn’t okay.” She touched down from the pirouette and began doing all kinds of jumps and footwork, letting her muscle memory lead the way. “You don’t deserve that. You deserved to know the truth about everything from the start. You deserved a civil conversation on an equal playing field about what was going to happen. You deserved to have a say.”
Other-Gwen backed away, leaving the living room floor to her variant. Gwen fell into the routine from one of her old shows — step, touch, kick, touch. “I’m sorry, Miles, for everything. For not telling you what I should’ve.” Step, step, jump. “For not considering your point of view.” Step, jump. “For not believing you.” Step, touch, step. “For betraying your trust when you needed it most.”
…
Other-Miles and Other-Gwen looked on. “Well,” Other-Gwen said after a moment, “where’s the rest of the routine?”
“Oh, uh,” Gwen said, falling from her practiced pose, “after this is the leap. Where I jump to my dance partner and they catch me. Oh my God, wait. Wait, wait.”
“What?”
“That’s such a neat coincidence. A leap at the end. A leap of faith.”
Other-Miles gasped. “That’s such good symbolism! The leap of faith! ‘Cause this whole thing is a— whoa.”
“You do leap at the end of this, don’t you? Well, just remember. The dance partner, in this case, is you.” Other-Gwen put a supportive hand on her shoulder. “You’ve got to remember to catch yourself on the way down. You’re not a monster. You’ve made a mistake, but you’re not a terrible person. That is evident by how you’re working on yourself and making a promise to change your behaviour later.”
“Wow,” Gwen said. “Where’d you learn all this?”
“Therapy.”
“Oh.”
“Also,” said Other-Miles, “give him some time to figure it all out. Don’t expect an answer right away.”
“You can afford therapy for the both of you? In NYC?”
“Eh, we kinda flicker in and out when we can.” He put down his sketchbook. “It’s more like I like having time to work my thoughts out, and… y’know, I’m Miles, he’s Miles.” He splayed his fingers and mashed them together to emphasize his point of being one and the same.
“That is helpful. Thank you.” She took a deep breath in. “Thank you both, honestly, so much. I feel a lot better now and am filled with a lot less dread.”
“Hooray for less dread!” Said Other-Miles from the couch. He was back to being nose-deep in his sketchbook, felt-tip-pen behind the ear and everything.
Gwen smiled. Some things never change.
“Well, little Gwen,” Big Gwen said, ruffling her hair, “You got any more personal problems you need help working out, or do you just want to sit and finish your tea?”
She plunked herself back on the couch. “I don’t know, do you guys have any more… helpful pieces of advice? I guess?”
“Hm…” Other-Gwen picked up her tea and took a sip. “Here: It’s Mr. Morales and Mrs. Morales. Until at least a year of dating."
“Yeah, Gwennie found out the hard way that you don’t casually call my parents by their first names. They’re kinda sticklers for that.” He took his brush pen out from behind his ear and put the cap on it. “You haven’t met them yet, right?”
She pursed her lips. “No, I haaaaaaaave.”
“And did you—“ he said. Gwen nodded. “Oh. Oh no.”
Other-Gwen was quick to stop that negative thought spiral. “Hey, don’t worry, don’t worry. There’s still plenty of time for a better impression, so just apologize the next time you see them and it should all turn out okay.”
“I have another question, kind about that, but it may be a bit weird.”
“Ask away.”
"Are they — the Moraleses — both… alive in your universe? Like, why do you guys have their place?”
“God, little Gwen, how has your universe been treating you? Yes, they’re both alive. My dad was caught in some rubble one time, but he’s fine now. He just needs a wheelchair to get around, so the elevator breaking down every now and again wasn’t just an inconvenience anymore.”
“But by the time that happened, we’d been talking about moving in together anyway, so they just moved downstairs.” Her smile softened. “You can go say hi to them if you want, they know about the Spider stuff.”
“And is my dad— our dad— forget it. Is Captain Stacy alive?”
“Captain Stacy? Pffft.” Other-Gwen rolled her eyes. “He’s a math teacher.”
Gwen’s head was spinning now. Not only was there a universe where her and Miles were living together, happily married, but Captains Morales and Stacy were alive.
Miguel’s theory was bullshit.
Miguel’s theory was bullshit!
“What theory? What’s wrong?” Said Other-Miles, grabbing her forearm.
Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Her mind had been suitably blown tonight, but she didn’t want this Miles to know his father was supposed to die, or tell this Gwen their relationship working out perfectly was a statistical miracle.
But they both were looking at her expectantly, with all the openness in the world. Maybe these two didn’t need to beat up their villains. Maybe they just talked them out of it.
But before Gwen could explain everything, her watch dinged, with a message.
From Margo.
“She’s found him! Earth-42!” She jumps from the couch and begins fiddling with Hobie’s watch.
“They found him?”
BWOOSH! A collage-like portal appears in front of her. “Yep!”
Other-Miles and Other-Gwen ignore all the swirling junk and newsprint that used to be their living room. They just stand and look at her.
“What?”
Other-Gwen smiles sheepishly. “Can we get one last thing before you go?”
“I guess, uh-OOF!” They pull her in for one more hug.
“Sorry, couldn’t letcha leave without one,” she says.
He gives her a kiss on the forehead, and they both let go. “Good luck out there, little Gwen.”
Gwen smiles. “Thank you for the tea. And everything else.”
Other-Gwen gives her a two-fingered salute. “No problem, Spider-Woman.”
“Now, go kick some ass!”
“Miles.”
“And give a meaningful apology. But don’t forget to kick ass on the way,” he said with a wink.
Gwen snorts. “Of course.”
She gives her multiverses selves a wave. God, this day has been wild. She leaps into the portal headfirst. She leaps like she’s onstage in a ballet, performing a routine she’d rehearsed thousands of times. She leaps with the knowledge that her dance partner will be right there to catch her.
In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man.
And, in every other universe, it is beautiful.
———————--
Both of them wait until the portal’s been closed for a few moments before saying anything.
The living room is a mess. The door to Miles’ old room is open. There’s an extra mug on the ottoman.
Other than that, there’s no record that all that was all real.
“What the fuck,” is all she can say.
Miles flops on the couch. “Oh my God, Gwen.”
“What the… even for Spider-people standards, that was— whew! That was so weird!”
“Gwen—”
“There’s another you, and another me, and we’re teenagers, and angsty as hell, and there’s a whole bunch of other Spiderpeople, some fuck named Miguel who’s screwing it all up, a- and the multiverse is collapsing?” She sighed. “Also, the multiverse is real, that’s new.”
“…Gwennie?”
Miles was looking up at her with those puppy-dog eyes — the same look when he first told her he wanted to marry her, and when he did marry her — a look with so much love it almost made her sick.
It didn’t take much these days.
“What’s wrong, honeybun?” She sat down next to him, and their arms gravitated around each other. Just like flips and death-defying maneuvers, having each other close was an instinctual reflex.
He let the silence hang as his eyes grew glossy. He grabbed his sketchbook and passed it to her.
Inside was a pen-and-marker sketch of her and Little Gwen. They were in matching poses, mid-pirouette-prep. He’d perfectly captured the warm moment — not that she didn’t think he could. Her thoughts about his art were what she always thought.
“Amazing, just amazing.” She turned her head up to him. “What’re gonna call it?”
He leaned back to look at her. “What about The Moment I Fell in Love With My Wife All Over Again, ink on paper.”
“You say that every time!” She said, giggling.
“And I mean it every time! I’m serious, I…” he waited for her to calm down, then quickly realized it was to no avail. “I was watching you two from the couch, and you just looked like a natural up there. Helping her with stuff, talking her through it, speaking her language…”
He rested a hand on her stomach. “And I guess it just hit me, like… that’s gonna be you and me… forever… in like, what, half a year?”
“Yeah, it is.” She kissed him on the nose. “And don’t discredit the job you did out there.”
He chuckled. “I mean, if a Miles had come through the portal I could have been a little more helpful…” He closed his sketchbook. “But it was a Gwen. And she needed a Gwen.”
The sun had long since set over the Brooklyn skyline. It was there, out the window, where the portal once stood. The day had been fairly normal until Little Gwen had showed up, but it ended like so many days did — with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her waist.
“God,” said Miles, in that low whisper that spelt safety, “I think I could make a million paintings about how I feel about everything and you right now, and it wouldn’t nearly be enough.”
She squirmed to one side to get a good look at him. “Wow, Miles Morales." She poked him on the nose. “Do you have a crush on me?”
He got a sly look on his face before saying, “Abso-lute-ly, I do,” and burying her face in kisses.
#gwiles#ghostflower#atsv#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#atsv fic#atsv fanfiction#atsv fanart#long post?#longishpost#+4k words
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hi mutuals im currently obsessing with elsa schiaparelli so let’s take a moment to appreciate the absolute cuntiness of her perfume bottles
this first one is called shocking and was released on 1937, its said to have a musky, honey and slightly powdery smell.
this second one is called sleeping and was released on 1938. among its notes we find bergamot, magnolias, sandalwood and more. the bottle was constructed to resemble a candlelight.
the next one is 1946 le roy solei and the bottle was designed by salvador dali himself with whom schiaparelli collaborated a handful of times. the perfume is said to have a floral touch.
succes fou was a released in 1952, the bottle is designed after a leaf. the name translates directly to smashing success and this perfume was only sold on the us
*the second bottle was actually a perfume bottle AND a brooch!
last one i absolutely adored got its name because of its brown tobacco-like color. snuff was released on 1939 and the bottle was shaped after a smoking pipe
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Do you have anything with Spike getting hurt and Buffy finding and taking care of him? Or with Spike struggling with the chip in his head?
Oh, this is my favorite kind of spuffy fic! Either one of them getting damaged in some way and then the other having to take care of them is definitely my weakness. Hurt/comfort is life.
I’m going to recommend a few and some of these are DARK, so mind the warnings if you have any triggers or squicks.
I’m still traumatized by the hurt portion of this one featuring Season 4 newly chipped Spike. Part one of a series, but iirc it works as a standalone. I don’t think the other parts hit as hard as this one, but mostly just because of less hurt/comfort aspects.
This one is lighter and kinkier than my other recs. It’s a sequel (definitely read the 1st part too!), but here’s where most of the ‘taking care of’ happens. It’s such a sweet little BDSM aftercare fic and I love it so much.
Ummm… this one is not for the faint of heart or Angel fans. Heed the warnings! I couldn’t put this one down and definitely read with wide-eyed trauma, but Buffy really tries her best to take care of a very broken Spike.
I don’t want to give too much away because this one is a mystery. Another one featuring a broken Spike. Buffy’s care is questionable at times, but there’s also some good Dawn moments (I’m a sucker for Spike + Dawn friendship moments).
Ok- last one. I feel like I’m only recommending the ones that have traumatized me because of the horrible things that happened. This one made me feel DESPAIR and definitely had some really graphic depictions. The imagery that this invoked was so vivid, I can still picture it.
#spuffy#fic recs#mind your triggers#warnings are listed on pages linked#long post?#I maybe got carried away with this one#I should be working#buffy the vampire slayer#btvs#just fic things#spuffy fic#btvs fic recs#spuffy fic recs
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You are one of the few quality Shino blogs on here and I just wanted to get this off my chest (since he’s my fav character)! Everyone seems to think Shino’s favorite animated movie would be Disney’s A Bug’s Life but I honestly see him liking Roald Dahl’s/Henry Selick’s James and the Giant Peach or Ghibli’s Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind much MUCH more. Do you have any HC’s for the types of media content Shino would like to watch/read in a more modern setting?
The Bug's Life jokes are classic flanderization. Happens to side characters all the time, I just try to ignore it now.
Honestly bug boy has VERY gothic sensibilities. I see him liking a lot of tech-noir media. Naruto is a bit anachronistic but for the most part the setting is based on Kishi's 80s childhood, meaning that Shino could have easily seen early tech-noir movies. I think Shibi is into classic noir films, so it sort of fits in with this theme of...wanting to be like his dad, but also his own person. If that makes sense.
As for KIDS' media? Before finding his niche I think he would be drawn to underrated and strange, dark fantasy, things that other kids might find too scary like The Black Cauldron. Ironically though, not a fan of Nightmare Before Christmas. Come on, why's the guy who's full of bugs gotta be the villain? For that reason a lot of media involving insects or arachnids are off the table; he's quite easily offended when it comes to bugs.
I have not seen Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind myself but on a cursory google search these bugs definitely look like something he would be interested in. I can imagine him filling a whole notebook with ideas and diagrams....
Printed media...we know he likes shonen manga, and western comics are also implied. It seems like Shino preferred Marvel and Torune preferred DC?
I can't talk much on books really, I haven't been able to enjoy a book for many many years (personal reasons) so outside of YouTube reviews of known trash fires I really have no idea what's going on in the world of words on paper.
And for shows, Nat Geo and the like are a given, but I also have a longstanding headcanon that Shino really likes Gundam. We've never gotten to see his room, but I think he would have a whole glass case of custom-painted models. My only basis for this is that it was popular at the time and Shino is a big fucking nerd, detail-oriented, content to work with forceps...and robots are a lot like bugs, if you think about it (but not too hard). Maybe he watched the show with Torune when they were little.
Oops. That was longer than I intended it to be. Well, I hope that answered your question!
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A Knight and his Princess
Content: Feminization, Chastity
In case you missed it: THIS IS AN NSFW POST. THIS IS SMUT. THIS FEATURES BUTT FUCKING.
Okay we good? Good.
Long ass post, I’ll upload this to AO3 for easier viewing later on.
Ren stared down at the Day of Dust gift from Jaune, his boyfriend gleamed with excitement as he slowly unopened it. Ren wondered what could have possibly topped the smoothie blender from Jaune or the Pumpkin Pete beanie he gave to Jaune. Before opening the box, Ren gave it a little shake, hearing something metal inside. Maybe a set of teaspoons? Ren eagerly opened the box as Jaune laid back, almost with a smug grin on his face as Ren found out what was truly in the box.
“Uhhhhhhh,” Ren was at a loss for words as he noticed the key and lock. He quickly realized that this was the follow up to last year’s gift of a dildo molded to be exactly like Jaune’s dick.
“What you got there babe?” Jaune’s smug look continued as Ren blushed.
Stuttering out, he answered his boyfriend as he completed removing his gift from the box, “It’s. It’s a chastity cage.”
“Yup! Even has your emblem imprinted on the lock, isn’t that cute?” Jaune now stood, with Ren still kneeling by the tree. Looking up, Ren felt Jaune’s soft hands brush his cheek.
“J-Jaune, I uh, it’s kinda…” once more, Ren was at a loss for words.
“Small? Yeah I know this is sudden, but I really wanted to do that one fantasy of yours, if that’s okay with you,” Jaune knelt down, his hand now resting on Ren’s shoulder as his tone and demeanor become soft and caring.
Ren paused for a minute, remembering their 4th anniversary where Ren confessed after some very much appreciated love making that he would one day want to try being, well, feminized. The thought alone made him shudder. Looking into Jaune’s beautiful blue eyes, Ren answered firmly, “Yes. Yes I do want to do this.”
Jaune smiled as he pulled Ren into a deep kiss, “I love you Ren.”
“I love you too Jaune,” Ren melted into Jaune’s chest as they hugged. Jaune stood up, holding Ren’s hand as he led him to the couch. He reached behind it, pulling out one last present.
“I have one more gift to give before we do anything,” Jaune kissed Ren’s forehead as they opened the present together. Inside was a lacy pair of panties and a bra. Jaune’s hand squeezed Ren’s, pulling him close to whisper in his ear, “I want you to get this all on, cage, panties, bra, and don’t forget your buttplug, alright babe?”
Ren smiled and kissed his cheek, “Of course.”
Before Ren could properly get changed, Jaune gave his ass a slap, “Good girl.”
Ren shuttered at that, his heart racing as he quickly got ready in their bedroom. Returning once locked, plugged, and dressed up, Ren saw Jaune naked and lounging on the couch with his dick hanging out in the open. Ren slowly approached, kneeling before Jaune, making the knight smirk.
“I didn’t even have to ask! Such a good girl,” Jaune cupped Ren’s blushing face, as Ren felt his cock throb against his cage. “Awww you like being called a good girl, don’t you~?”
Jaune was teasing him, and Ren was loving every second of it. He quickly answered, “Yes Daddy!” Ren blushed as Jaune’s dick throbbed, realizing how quick and thoughtless saying that was.
“You are just so eager to serve Daddy. How adorable,” Jaune usually wasn’t this smug, but it made Ren melt in bed when he was. Jaune slowly stroked his dick before patting his lap, Ren crawling up and laying across it.
Jaune’s firm hands slapped Ren’s round ass, making him moan, “Ohhhh Daddy!” Moving the panties to the side, Jaune smirked as his fingers pressed against Ren’s buttplug.
Before Ren could get out another moan, Jaune’s voice boomed, “This is a pussy now, understood slut?”
Ren nodded quickly as he squirmed at Jaune’s touch. “Yes Daddy! You own my pussy!” Ren’s eagerness was driving Jaune wild, his dick throbbing as he pulled out the plug. Ren’s eyes rolled back as Jaune gave his ass another slap.
Jaune pushed in two fingers, noticing how lubed up Ren was already. He smiled as he moved Ren to be sitting on his lap. Jaune’s cock towered above Ren’s caged dick, making him smile, “Look how small your clitty is.” Jaune’s teased and kissed Ren’s neck and ear as he began to line his cock up with Ren’s eager hole.
“Please Daddy fuck me, make me a girl for good!” It sounded very cliche, like one of Blake’s fanfics, but Ren didn’t care. He needed this. Jaune needed this. They loved each other and desired each other like none other.
“As you wish princess,” Jaune pushed inside him. No. Pushed inside HER. Jaune smiled as his cock effortlessly enter Ren’s pussy, making drops of precum leak from her cage. Going deep inside Ren, Jaune smiled as he slowly pulled out, “My lovely girlfriend.” Jaune didn’t have to do anything, Ren slammed back down on his dick and began to bounce. Moaning wildly as Jaune laid back and let her do the work. Jaune grunted as Ren squeezed him tight, giving her ass a nice hard slap.
“Daddy please knock me up!” Ren was in heaven as Jaune filled her needy hole. Going as fast as she could, trying to make Jaune cum deep inside. It seemed to work as Jaune hugged Ren, kissing her deeply as his hips worked with hers. Jaune with one final thrust and loud grunt made Ren squirt from the small metal cage and moan, “Breed me Daddy!”
Jaune came deep inside Ren, panting as the two held onto each other tight. Jaune closed his eyes for a moment, smiling as he spoke, “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
Ren blushed, planting a kiss on Jaune’s cheek before sheepishly saying, “Maybe. Maybe I can remain your girlfriend instead for the rest of the holiday break?”
Jaune’s eyes widened at the suggestion before holding Ren’s hands. “Anything for my girl.”
#lwde#rwby lemon#rwby smut#rwby nsft#lie ren#jaune arc#martial arcs#rwby#doomlewd.txt#this is going on the ao3#long post?#nsft fanfic
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hey do you know any good wolfspider off ao3? it's pretty barren there, but other sites don't have good tagging systems
OH I AM *SO* GLAD YOU ASKED
So, first of all, there's the OG Wolf Spider (as in, it's the literal first fic of the ship, and it named it), which is basically a canon-divergence where Taylor meets Rachel first, and they gradually get closer as Taylor keeps helping her both in and out of costume. Highly recommended, though it loses some steam in the second half imo. It's also unfortunately the only one that's finished from the list, aside from the oneshots.
Then, there's Wounds Not Quite So Deep, which is a no-powers AU where Taylor ends up becoming friends with Lisa and Rachel after the latter saves her from getting mugged. Also with (queerplatonic) smugbug, but the Wolfspider is very much there, and it's a really good fic.
And The Huntress and The Hound, an altpower fic where during her first night out, Taylor meets a version of Rachel that ended up as a Ward in Brockton Bay, and quickly finds out how gay she is. There's not a lot of it, but what's there is very sweet.
AND (this is a oneshot, but I'm counting it anyways because it's very long) Want, which is a story about, essentially (aro) Rachel and Taylor navigating their feelings for each other in a world where they kill Jack Slash before Gold Morning
Now, four oneshots, which are Uncaged, One Last Kiss, Skipping Details, and my favorite, Two Girls, Sitting on a Rooftop, Shoulders Touching Because They're Probably Gay
(and for the last, I've actually written some Wolfspider myself! Two oneshots in The treasure of my life (is being by your side) and Refuge, AND two multichapter fics in The scars you're made from, an AU where Rachel got a slightly better deal and ends up fostered with the Heberts, and Silent Howling, another AU where Taylor is a werewolf, and Rachel finds and helps her in a moment of need. The former is in a hiatus, though I do want to finish it, and the latter is still being written!)
SO YEAH, that's all I have (there's a couple more, but they're not specifically Wolfspider and I haven't read them, so I don't think I can talk about them), unfortunately Wolfspider is still a rarepair despite how close Rachel and Taylor are in canon, but hopefully hopefully that'll change eventually.
Enjoy the fics~!
#parahumans#taylor hebert#rachel lindt#wolfspider#fic recommendation#long post?#gOD they really deserve more fics
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you know that trope where a person has a knife/weapon strapped to the thigh under a skirt?
and the other trope, a person with more hidden weapons on them than they could possibly carry?
now, imagine this situation:
the chain in a formal event, they leave their things behind and the one item they have on hand in Wild's slate. Also, Legend is wearing a dress.
suddenly they get attacked but have no weapons, except for Legend, who takes one big ass dagger from under his skirt, two combat knives, probably poisoned throwing blades, etc.
badassery ensues
#legend and wild as a two man army#cue to them boys fighting nicely dressed#i have ideas#that will never be expanded#so have this half baked thing#linked universe#linked universe legend#lu legend#linkeduniverse#long post?
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22. Rant on.
oh hehehehe
I just read the marimashita iruma kun mafia au manga and there are changes to characters that I think are very silly (I'm also just obsessed with this mangakas art) the story is basically like the original story but it's a mafia setting rather than the demon school.
The mangaka keeps Iruma being a very nice person who struggles to say no because of how he was raised a thing. They do the same with Sullivan who is still a dangerous but doting grandfather who just kinda picks up Iruma some how some way.
Somethings that I do find very interesting that aren't bad things are that (1) Iruma got adopted by Sullivan when he was 5 rather than 14, I think this change is because the mafia setting would be a harder one for someone to adjust to necessarily while still keeping the main story happening while Iruma is 14. It also allows him to not be completely clueless on the situation he's in during the manga.
(2) Opera was kinda a jerk in the og manga (kinda just cuz they likes messing with Kalego) but they're much more of a jerk in this one. The fact that they made Opera become part of the mafia when Iruma did is a cool change compared to how obedient they are in the og manga. (They did keep them being non-binary which I'm not surprised by but I'm happy about it) Though Opera is still obedient they're less composed and definitely weren't in the beginning of the manga.
(3) the love trio themselves (Iruma, Clara, and Alice) they have a much different starting relationship than the original manga. To start Alice is an undercover cop who is investigating the mafia. If og Alice knew he would be working against Iruma he'd go insane. The fact that the mangaka made such a difference in their relationship this time around is really silly. I like it, Alice in the og manga respects and idolizes Iruma while this time Alice is simply doing this out of the fact he wants justice and it's his job. Iruma still respects Alice and thinks highly of him in a way but the feeling isn't mutual this time around.
Then Clara, they made her a clown and I adore clowns!! I also love her she's so silly. Something that is very different about this au though is that Clara has been separated from her family. In the manga it's obvious how loving and family oriented she is, and she still is. Just said family is not there and it makes me very sad. I do love clowns but I hate hate hateee circuses.
they put the silly in a cageee :((
Clara is still Clara but she's a lot more violent ig. Perfect change for a mafia au and I wouldn't really know how this change will change her relationship with Alice or Iruma this time around but I really want to see!!!!!!
They all look super cool this time around
the sillies I love them. I'ma take less time being a nerd about the art in this manga but I am obsessed with it fyi
the mangaka uses perspective so well and this au is done so beautifully it makes me go insane.
Even is marimashita iruma kun they still have great poses and beautifully done linework/shading it helps show off emotion so much in the og manga and I'm going silly for it <3
LIKE LOOK AT HOW DYNAMIC THIS IS!!! Everything is so flowy and the lighting gives it such a good feel, the perspective is amazing!!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHVISBVIAS I love clara so much ofvaskbvak
This au only has like 5 chapters that I know of so I wouldn't classify any of this as spoilers necessarily. At least it's not as bad as where I am in the og manga. :3
#drink printer ink#rant#long post?#marimashita iruma kun#m!ik spoilers#?#marimashita mafia au#iruma kun manga#thanks for coming to my ted talk I'll talk more if prevoked
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More of Clint :)
(it has been a while I've posted something here)
#drawdrawdraw#digital art#marvel#art#drawing#hawkeye series#hawkeye fanart#hawkeye#clint barton#clint barton x reader#lucky pizza dog#suddenly i love purple#mcu fanart#fanart marvel#illustration#marvel fanart#marvel phase 4#mcu#mcu comics#long post?
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I saw some people said that they could make a essay of why the Omegaverse is morally wrong. I ignored it because why not??? I'm a multi fandom multishipper and Omegaverse fan obviously.
I don't fucking care if people think I like "morally wrong" things, What is morality anyway???
I think Omegaverse is life-changing (for better or worse but it changes your thinking I think) Because I believe that me before the Omegaverse and after the Omegaverse are not the same people, perhaps similar but not the same.
Like I think Omegaverse is a very interesting topic, it always depends on the author. You can do whatever you want in the Omegaverse and it's like super cool, there can be shifters, wolves etc. It's perfect, idk why people hate it a good writing Omegaverse and I and everything is fine.
In the Omegaverse you can say "Yeah this guy is like super tall, strong, he has huge muscles. That's an Omega." And at the same time "That short guy, who is all skinny, all weak and clumsy? That's an Alpha"
A good writing mpreg and the scary tall strong man is pregnant? Oh ñom more food, How did you know I love this???
Yeah, fuck the morality.
#omegaverse#alpha beta omega#morality#like mind your own business#mpreg#yeah#long post?#i'm cringe but i'm free
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I need to ramble about ideas for THE hypothetical stobotnik confirmation scene I want to see:
- Lee talked about wanting a scene where stone saves “damsel in distress” robotnik, carrying him to safety while explosions go off behind them. So that happens, stone puts robotnik down after a very intense rescue, emotions are high. They stand in the wreckage of some disaster, both unable to speak, just staring at each other. Stone glances down from robotniks eyes to his mouth, he has a giddy “this is it it’s finally happening” look on his face that he can’t hide. Robotnik looks absolutely awestruck with stone’s heroism, and they’re INCHES away from each other’s faces… absolutely going to kiss…stones just about closed his eyes, then robotniks face IMMEDIATELY changes to an annoyed look and he punches stone in the gut and just says “don’t pick me up without asking EVER again.”
- Stone is the big bad in 3 because robotnik is recovering from the first movie. Robotnik feels washed up and useless but stone is just so competent and smart and doing so well executing all their plans, then he has the HORRIFYING realization like “oh I’m terribly, deeply in love with him.” Except his love for stone starts over shadowing his want for world domination uh oh. So stone starts being TOO successful and robotnik struggles with the terrible thought of “damn you’re doing great but uh…shit idk if I want this anymore. I think I just wanna retire to the countryside with you and grow mushrooms and co parent a labradoodle.” The speed at which this personality change happens is STUPIDLY fast because it’s much funnier to me that way. Corny ass kids movie style. “Oh suddenly I am Good(tm) now because the power of gay love and dumb tropes made me that way”
- I NEED!! a scene in which they dance together!!!!!! I need robotnik to have some realization that he loves stone and is not capable of TELLING him with words so he has to show him in a way that he can actually handle. By dimming the lights, putting on his cutest outfit, trying desperately to fix his mustache into a nicer shape (and failing), then queuing up the “Seducing Agent Stone” playlist to start the second stone enters the lab. He just holds his arms out awkwardly and when stone takes them without question, he yanks stone to his chest and they fuckin slow dance and robotnik DEFINITELY dip kisses him. Or at least he’s GOING to but they’re comically interrupted by another character (Sonic, wade, the entire US government idk ..) and robotnik DROPS him on the ground. And the entire moment is ruined
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Excited for ren faire…
The cloak is finally done. I still contend that it is one of the least practical articles of clothing ever imagined but it is surprisingly enveloping in a comforting way. I am safe in my amorphous blob of waving tassels. Fear me.
It was a long and interesting process but I’m happy with it.
If I can get good photos at ren faire when I’m all dressed up maybe I’ll share. It does look better worn, but I am unsure of sharing pictures of myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Doesn’t look as great laying on the floor but here is the full cloak
It has both a collar and a (very large and dramatic) hood. The solid mantle extends down the ribcage and then rises to end just above the elbow so you are free to shove you arms through the tassels and move easily. The tassels are two inches wide and are arranged in two layers alternating like roofing shingles. They reach a little lower than mid calf when worn.
I love the movement of the tassels how they curl and flutter. The fabric is light enough to flutter in the wind but solid enough to remain a cohesive cloak. I’m hoping to add some mist-cloud embroidery to the mantle but I’m on a time crunch
This was probably a bit much for a first time sewing project but I always tend to throw myself in the deep end.
Things I taught myself during this project:
How to dye fabric
How to draft a pattern from scratch
How to sew the pieces together
Materials used for cloak:
Two $10 curtains from target
Black fabric dye (didn’t work that well)
Black fabric paint + 2 cartridges of waterproof pen ink (worked better than the dye lol)
Misc thread and buttons
Fray check glue on all the edges of the tassels because you can’t pay me to do that much hemming
In the end I think I’m happy with my first ever cosplay! As with any large project I am left tired, both proud of what I accomplished and regretful of the mistakes I made. I can’t wait for ren faire
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