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dollvied · 1 month

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Hi! saw your post abt fic req and i wonder if you can do a yandere jjk hybrid au! i've been thinking about yandere moths/butterflies stsg with spider!reader and god the dynamics it could make. could be a fic or headcannon kinda thing

𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑫𝑬𝒀 ៵ 🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆

✦ summary . . . short headcanons of butterfly ! gojo x spider ! reader x moth ! geto.

✦ characters . . . butterfly ! gojo x spider ! reader x moth ! geto

✦ warnings . . . ( not so ) yandere , chubby ! reader , hybrid au , short hc , jealousy , love triangle

✦ notes . . . hii nonnie this idea is so cool i love your brain sm <3 but i kinda hate this bcs this was super short and boring , so sorry for that ! ! 😓

MOTH! GETO who is deeply inlove with you! to the point where his eyes goes heart eyes everytime you breath — admiring your beauty (and personality). oh, but he‘s not the only one though!

BUTTERFLY! GOJO who has such a beautiful wings, always showing them off. he often carries you to his flowery grassland, holding onto your 8 fluffy legs.

MOTH! GETO who watches you trap your prey with your sticky thin webs, and attaches them to your webs that was covering almost entirely of the tree. he watches from afar and seemingly adores at the way you happily crawl back to the forest to get more preys.

BUTTERFLY! GOJO who absolutely despise the way you gave MOTH! GETO your attention. why aren‘t you praising him? MOTH! GETO doesn‘t have a pretty wings like him, so what is it that MOTH! GETO have and BUTTERFLY! GOJO doesn‘t?

MOTH! GETO who makes sure to keep an eye on his best friend, BUTTERFLY! GOJO. he‘s getting a little to close with you lately and fears he might steal you away.

BUTTERFLY! GOJO who almost wanted to strangle the certain spider for saying a flirtatious comment to you, rage fills his large blue eyes, his hand balled up into a fist. the spider even dared to lay his hand on your plushy waist, his beloved‘s waist! does he not see the butterfly standing behind him, glaring behind him?

MOTH! GETO who glares at every spiders (except for you, of course) in your town when walking with you. he‘s not even pleased with female spiders trying to flirt with him when you‘re not looking. his eyes are only on you, and too bad his eyes aren‘t on you only.

BUTTERFLY! GOJO and MOTH! GETO who finally agrees with the idea of sharing you, even though they aren‘t fond of it, but they still will try to share their beloved as much as they can <3

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phyrestartr · 8 months

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Simple Things [1] | Miguel O'hara x Male!Reader

# SFW, fluff, light comfort, light angst, male!reader, dad!reader, spider!reader, smoking, implied depression, implied trauma, old men just doing their best, dad energy, miguel is a sweetheart and a nerd, multi-part drabble collection

[ 1 ] Smoke Break | [ 2 ] We Change Like the Seasons | [ 3 ] Meet The Kids

Notes: Yes, this will have more parts to it! I'm editing the next bit as we speak (beheh) and it should be up within the week? Maybe? I keep bouncing around from draft to draft, so finishing parts can take a while, pls forgive :pray:

--Smoke Break--

You were just another hero. There wasn't much else to it, you'd decided, and in joining the Spider Society, the same rang true--Miguel didn't think much of it, you didn't think much of it, none of the others did, either. It wasn't a bad thing, no, it was just how it was when one gathered hundreds of superheroes together. Everyone was special in their own worlds, so being a cut above the rest when you were all insane super freaks was exceptionally rare.

Miguel O'hara, however, proved to be exceptional.

Even after all the time that stretched on, he still existed as an anomaly of sorts within HQ. Cool, calm, collected, he led everyone with his head held high and his words resonating like a church bell; everything he said became gospel, everything he said affected their way of saving the multiverse.

Miguel knew that.

You knew that.

Most thought him invincible, unyielding and unforgiving towards the laws of the multiverse, and most admired his dedication. You knew troops clicked well with strong leaders, that they felt secure in their mission and battles when lead by a brave soldier, but your experience-trodden understanding burned in the forefront of your memories.

To you, it was obvious. If you watched his back long enough, if you too often caught glimpses of what he thought were well-hidden tells, the fracturing became all too easy to see.

Miguel was breaking.

You knew that feeling well, the feeling of being unable to bend anymore, to have your limits pushed and surpassed, yet still somehow stay intact and working, like a frayed web.

Maybe that was why you couldn't keep him off your mind. Maybe your primal loneliness, the weeping cracks you'd endured on your lonesome, resonated with another's. Maybe it begged you to do something while you still had the chance.

You'd come to see him one day to force some baked goods into his hands and leave, the excuse that you and your daughters had made too much armed and ready on your tongue.

Yes, you were caring, and yes, fine, you were a bit awkward approaching your fearless, strict, hard-ass of a leader with a piece of pie in your hands like you were at some fucking chummy pot luck or parent-teacher night, so you needed an excuse, something to veil your heart. Were you supposed to tell him you were worried about him, or something? No, no, that'd come later (if there was a later).

You expected to see his broad back turned to you, to hear him mumbling to himself or talking into comms; instead, you found him tucked away in the corner of the lab, sat in an old desk chair, napping. His arms rested crossed over his chest, and his head hung down. It was reassuring, a nice reminder that Miguel, too, was mortal just like yourself

The corner of your mouth twitched into something fond and lopsided, though barely there, before quietly, slowly, you left the Tupperware container on his stage console and saw yourself out. You couldn't bear the thought of waking a fellow "old man" from a much-needed nap.

Time stretched the way it usually did; missions assigned, spiders injured, anomalies captured--nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary.

But, shit, were you tired. You were always tired, sure, but these days the stress of life and love threatened to break more of you down and grind you into dust. It must have felt terrifying. But you couldn't feel it. Your mind wouldn't let you.

The smoke from your cigarette burned your lungs as you inhaled, grounding you, and reminding you of your existence. You sighed, thankful, and rested your head back against the outside wall of the secluded little balcony you'd found in your mindless wandering. Smoking inside always got you an earful from anyone and everyone in all dimensions, anyway, so you figured you'd skip the scrutiny and take it outside right away. Besides, it was easier to think and wallow this way.

But the door beside you slid open, ruining your quiet. You sighed, letting your eyes fall closed, waiting for the intruder to say something, do something, make themselves known. Seems they weren't in a rush, however.

You cracked an eye open, and spied him. He stared out at the city, his city, and held a clean Tupperware box in his hands. Miguel's fingers drummed against its sides in thought. His twitchy, fidgety restlessness made him too endearing.

"Finished the whole thing, eh?" You asked, cigarette hanging limply between your lips. "Guess you really do have a sweet tooth."

Miguel huffed a laugh, short and sweet, before handing back the box. "Yeah, well, can't say no to homemade food. Besides, Peter stole some." His face soured, nearing an annoyed pout.

"Ah. Bastard." You took the box back, words of gratitude light under your breath. "I'll give him a piece of my mind later."

"Let me know how that works out since, well, that Peter doesn't listen to anyone." Miguel crossed his arms.

"Pretty sure he just doesn't listen to you, Boss."

"Oh, great. Even better." Miguel was smiling, despite his annoyance. His eyes, warm and sullen like those poppies from your memories, flickered over to you, drawing your gaze. You'd never had the chance to speak to him so intimately, to be the only one standing beside him. It felt like a privilege, but it was too mundane to be so. You welcomed it.

"Didn't take you for a baker," Miguel said. His eyes followed your fingers plucking the smoke from your mouth. "Or a smoker."

You sighed as you glanced down at the wisping cigarette. "Yeah, well. I'm not much of the prim and proper hero type, I guess."

Miguel tilted his head, curious. "Never even had a phase?"

You thought back, far back, but shook your head. "Nah, I don't think I ever really had any pep in my step. Not that I can recall, anyway." You took another drag to suffocate resurfacing memories. "...A lot happened before Spiderman happened." For a long moment, you watched the smoke coil. So did Miguel. "But you? I can definitely see you as a peppy youngster."

Miguel sighed, something exasperated and light. "Dios, you're making us sound old."

"Aren't we?" You quirked a brow, almost smiling as Miguel put his hands on his hips. "What, you think we're young when we got kids like Hobie and Gwen running around? Damn, Pav too. That kid's the epitome of 'friendly neighborhood Spiderman.' Don't even get me started on May--"

"Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop," Miguel motored out, raising his palm to defend against the painful truth. "I get it. Y'know, talking to you is a lot more humbling than I thought it'd be."

Oh. You laughed. It surprised you with how it exploded past your defenses, choked and ugly, hampered by the plume of smoke in your lungs. Your hand waved at Miguel as you got lost in your fit, tears pricking your eyes and a smile aching unused muscles.

"Y-you're a dick," you eventually wheezed. "Humbling?"

Miguel smiled, too smug. "It's just been a while since I met another miserable bastard."

"Is that self-awareness?" You flicked ash from the end of your cigarette and shook your head, the aftershocks of laughter still shaking your voice. "Incredible. Inspirational, even."

"Alright, now who's being the asshole here?"

"That'd be me."

"Ah. Self-awareness."

"What can I say? You've inspired me. Such a good leader."

"Yeah, well, inspiration and good leadership come with a fee." His eyes flicked to the Tupperware tucked under your arm.

Your brows raised. Huh. Unexpected. But you nodded, and tapped more wasted ash onto the ground. "You're lucky my kids like to bake. You got a hankering for anything?"

Miguel's lips parted, surprise painting his face cool shades. He blinked then, breaking from whatever spell he found himself in, and ran a hand through his hair. "I--ah. Yeah, just, anything. Whatever your kids want."

"You're gonna regret that, but hey, your call." A comfortable silence fell for a few beats before, very unlike your blasé self, you pressed for the sake of curiosity: "So? Were you a plucky youngster? Sparkling eyes, heroic intentions 'n all that."

Miguel's gaze, pointed at the city, stared through the buildings and perhaps into a time you were not privy to. The tightening of his jaw told you more than you needed to know.

"Yeah, I guess I was." Miguel took a step and rested his elbows on the railing of the small patio. "Things weren't easy back then, but..."

"You didn't have to look after the multiverse?" You wondered, voice soft. The other's unshakeable shoulders slumped. You stuck the cig back in your mouth as you thought about your own history, about what you wish you had the chance to do, about who you could have been, who you wanted to be.

"Did you at least get to live a little?" You asked, maybe a little bit to yourself.

Miguel nodded. "Yeah. But I think I started really living after I became Spiderman."

Somehow, you understood.

"Kinda ironic."

"You're telling me. But it was eye-opening. Life-changing, in a bad way, in a good way." He paused before nodding with contemplative shrug. "Humbling."

"Hm. More humbling than me?"

"If you can believe it."

You snorted and shook your head. "Guess I have no choice."

He hummed, agreeing. Miguel turned, leaning back against the railing and crossing his arms as he regarded you. "You must've had a 'the hero is born' moment," Miguel suggested more than he asked. "We all do." And he was right, logistically--if you were all Spiderman, you all had to have a moment where you really became a hero.

So, you thought for a long, slow moment.

But too quickly did something find a soft, hollow place to fester in your chest. The pain pierced so like losing yourself in December's glacial lakes, so wicked with languid tortures and polar punishments. The pain could fade if you stopped fighting, if you let the water pull you into the peaceful darkness, but you'd indulged in the shameful malady of shadows too many times; your patience and self-loathing had grown so thin.

You don't need to remember, the lady of the lake would whisper to you, voice dripping with tears in a way that sounded so much like her. She lulled you, she pulled you back in, she urged you to turn her way instead of fighting her, instead of reaching for the roiling inferno that was the past. In those moments, in her arms, you never knew if you'd find your way back to the surface, but you were not one to obediently decay in ignorance.

Her wail filled your mind as you breached the blaze, and found that sunny day in the Bronx, with the wind carrying the honeyed scent of summer life when you'd met that pretty little thing from the flower shop...

You twitched a smile. "Well...I guess I--"

"Hey," Lyla suddenly cut in, blipping into existence between Miguel and yourself. The level of relief you felt upon being saved from talking about yourself was unhealthy, but you silently thanked Lyla for it: memories of the blaze and the ice could be put aside for a while longer.

The sprite adjusted her sunnies before continuing, "totally loving the bromance here, really cute, but we got a new anomaly that needs some extra love. You guys feel like kicking some bad guy butt, buddy-cop style?"

"Sure," you cut in before Miguel could. You need out of this conversation now. "I call bad cop. Wanna see good cop Miguel butter up a baddie."

Miguel twitched. "Hey--"

"Oooh, me too," Lyla agreed, nodding sagely.

"I don't think I like you two being on the same side--"

"Let's get the show on the road, Boss." You butted your cigarette out on the wall and set down the container. A warm sunset glow bloomed across you as a portal whirled open, shimmering and humming.

You tapped his chest playfully with your knuckles. "Last one there buys me a six pack."

With a hop, skip, and a jump, you were gone.

Miguel rubbed his face. Lyla fluttered around his head. "Well? Better go after him, good cop."

"You. You aren't allowed to team up with him," Miguel stated as he headed towards the portal. "Starting now, colluding is not allowed."

"Oh, what? Sorry, connection's getting fuzzy--"

"Lyla, don't--"

"Sorry--shhhrk--breaking up--" and she, too, disappeared.

Miguel rolled his eyes. His mask materialized over his face as he followed you, a comfortable fondness resting in his chest, chasing out any turmoil the day had brought him.

Good cop. Bad cop. It was stupid, childish, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was a dumb little something that he needed.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv reader insert #atsv imagine #atsv imagines #miguel o'hara x male reader #male reader insert #i had a lot of fun writing and editing this!!!!#everyone always talks abt miguel being fucked up but hey let's let the reader be fucked up ayo old men being sadge together

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thydungeongal · 4 months

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What adventure would you suggest to see what Really Good and narratively satisfying dungeon crawler looks like?

There's a few I'm particularly fond of personally:

Sunless Citadel for D&D 3e (also reprinted in some place or another for 5e): The first official module for D&D 3e is by no means perfect, but it still contains all the necessary elements of a dungeon crawl with just one tiny hook needed to draw the characters in and no necessary order in which to complete it. The first level is characterized by a conflict between goblins and kobolds that player characters can get involved in, which emphasizes the fact that even the inhabitants of dungeons aren't there just for the sake of serving as XP piñatas. The first level even has multiple possible routes for characters to take, including one that is ultimately a dead end that leads into an entirely optional super-difficult fight which I don't remember if it's very well telegraphed, but even its placement there suggests that there can be reason for characters to revisit dungeons later. The second level isn't great, because it's basically a linear gauntlet of encounter on the way to the goal, but it also provides an easy avenue for expanding the dungeon into further adventures with a route to the Underdark.

Incandescent Grottoes and Hole in the Oak for Old-School Essentials. These two modules are both written for Old-School Essentials, a retroclone of the old Basic/Expert edition of D&D from the eighties. As such, they have very different assumptions, including no reason for the characters to go there than just the desire to explore and get treasure. But they're really good non-linear dungeons focused on open exploration as well as a degree of puzzle solving. Incandescent Grottoes especially has very open architecture allowing for multiple avenues of movement between the two dungeon levels (at least four if not more) and both modules have sufficiently detailed NPC factions with webs of relationships, meaning there's room for getting involved in so many tiny narrative hooks while exploring the dungeons. Also, the two dungeons can explicitly be connected together to make for a massive starter level dungeon with enough to explore for at least half a dozen sessions, and there are even story hooks that connect the two dungeons (I won't spoil it in any more detail, but the NPC faction in one dungeon is looking for NPCs holed up in the other).

Isle of the Plangent Mage, also for Old-School Essentials. This module is more than just a dungeon crawl, since it's also a small, self-contained wilderness exploration module, but a lot of the praise I gave the aforementioned module applies here. Most of the module is however taken over by a multi-level dungeon which is a Wizard's underwater lab where they were conducting experimence. What sets Isle apart from those two is that it's one of those dungeons where through exploring it player characters uncover the place's history and if they so choose they can actually take it upon themselves to finish the wizard's job, which will then open more avenues for exploration.

Do not that the latter three adventures don't have narrative content in the sense of "a prewritten story for player characters to get involved in," but in the sense that they all allow players lots of freedom in terms of where to take their characters and multiple situations they can poke their heads in. Even if they just want to loot they will still see weird sights and experience cool events while doing so.

#thydungeongal answers

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comiicii · 9 months

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Hummingbird

Backdrop: You and Miles have been best friends since you were babies. Doesn't mean that the friendship never faced some hardships. Pairing: e1610!Miles Morales x fem!spider!reader | e!1610 peter parker x platonic!reader Warnings: None, probably some grammatical errors. A's notes: This is going to be a series that spans both Spider-verse movies. This first chapter is mainly word vomit, laying the foundation for the next chapter. Reader is a spider-person in the story and her powers/suit are that of Aña Corazon. Word count: 2k

You and Miles hadn’t always been joined at the hip. You two had grown up together on the same block which meant your families were close. You both also attended Brooklyn Visions Academy. There was a rough patch you two went through before attending the school. It lasted about two years. Two years of hang outs cut short, excuses and apologies (from you). Thinking back on it, those two years were the absolute worst.

The reason those two years were a rough patch in your friendship with Miles was because you got bit by a radioactive spider and became your universe’s Spider-Girl. Your actual spider name was Araña but the news didn’t care - you were a menace to some like J. Jonah Jameson and Spider Girl sorta stuck.

You were 12 when that happened. There was already a Spider Man, Peter Parker but he gladly took you under his wing. He didn’t mind showing you the ropes. Your powers slightly varied from his. Besides the usual super strength, heightened senses, and all the general arachnid powers, you got the extra boost of organic webbing and camouflage (which you would later teach Miles how to control). Peter did his best to help you. You had grown fond of the mentor that you would later think of as an extension of your family. Peter had started out incredibly protective of you (newsflash, he never stopped being protective). You were 12 for crying out loud! He wasn’t going to throw you into the dangerous streets of New York to figure it all out. He saw how scared you were of your new found powers and what it meant for your future. He made it clear to you from the beginning that your life was never going to be normal or easy moving forward. He didn’t want to lie to you because while being a superhero looked like a lot of fun, it wasn’t always the case. Sacrifices would have to be made in your life for the sake of your anonymity and your loved ones’ safety.

After you got the hang of your basic spider powers (aka about two months), Peter started taking you on patrol with him. He barely let you be near a criminal. After months of patrolling and begging Peter to give you a chance, he let you have an ‘easy’ criminal. You had spent those months prior working out your suit. It differed from Peters iconic style which you admired but you wanted to stand out as your own. You had gone with a different color scheme; opting for black and white to keep it simple. Your insignia was white and was the statement of your suit, looking as if a big white spider was hugging your body. Your mask was something else that vastly differed from Peter’s. Normally, the point of a mask was to make sure your whole face was covered. Never being the type to go the conventional route, your mask covered your eyes, the top and side portions of your face. Besides, your e/c eyes were your most defining feature. Your mask went up to your hairline where it stopped so your hair was flowing in a pony of sorts. Your nose, mouth and ears visible. You had prototypes in which you did have a traditional mask like Peter’s but it was way too constricting and truthfully, you felt claustrophobic in the damn thing. Plus, you had added a heads up display into the mask so as to take calls from your family as well as being able to see in different spectrums of light. You were always tweaking the tech in your mask to add some new feature if you felt it made your superhero life slightly easier.

While Peter knew you could hold your own, he still kept a tight leash on you. While he told you life was going to be hard moving forward, he still wanted you to live your life. He didn’t want you to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders as you were still a kid. As he put it, he wanted you to savor the moments while you still had the opportunity to do so. To experience the things that define your childhood and build relationships that would balance out the hectic and soon to be somber life that came with being a Spider. You had confided in Peter about your friend, Miles. A friend you had drifted from since gaining your powers. Peter had told you that your loved ones would essentially need to be kept at arm’s length because they could possibly be used as leverage by enemies. The thought of your family or friends being caught up in all of it scared you and so you started distancing yourself from them. Your family didn’t get suspicious as they chalked it up to puberty hitting you hard. Peter could see first hand how much it hurt you to lie about such a big part of yourself to Miles, though. He knew your friendship would hit a bump as you tried to balance your hero and normal life.

Miles was different. You had loved the boy deeply. It wasn’t romantic. It was genuine, unconditional love between the two of you. Having grown up together made it easy to say ‘I love you’ and the bond the two of you shared over music and art was deeper than anything you had shared with anyone else. It hurt you when he had that concerned look on his face when he noticed a shift in your demeanor towards him. He was the first person to notice that you weren’t being yourself. That you were lost in something - he just couldn’t know what that was. You had tried to gradually distance yourself from him but it was hard. You two would still hang out but since you committed to your superhero life, you helped the city when you could - even if it meant sacrificing some precious moments with him. You were late to most of your hangouts. You were constantly coming up with half ass excuses and apologizing to him as to why you were late. You hated the look he got on his face every time you showed up late or blurted out an excuse. It hurt him and it didn’t make sense to Miles. He didn’t want to think you were outgrowing him as a friend.

“I’m sorry Miles. Got caught up with…homework.” You winced as you met his eyes.

He knew you were lying. He knew very well that the words coming out of your mouth were absolute bullshit. Your wincing was also cause you got into it with the bad guy of the week and didn’t necessarily walk away scotch free (which Peter scolded you about like the big brother he was).

“It’s alright. I know your family is just as hard on you about school like mine”

He always understood. That was the problem. He didn’t want to lose you so he accepted that whatever was going on with you, it didn’t involve him. He came to terms that maybe whatever you were going through, you wanted to do on your own. He knew you were stubborn like that. He just hoped that you would find your way back to him. His mom had told him that it happens in friendships. Some dissipate while others come back to you after straying for a moment.

As your friendship with Miles suffered the first year of getting your powers, you got the hang of your powers and helped out Peter whenever you could. You started small and as time passed, you showed Peter how valuable you were as a partner in this world. Sure, you had your fair share of mistakes, you were still a kid after all, but you learned from them and always got back up. That’s something you quickly picked up on about being a Spider - you always got back up.

Peter would always let you know if he could handle things on his own or if he was chasing down a lead that left you alone to patrol for a short period of time. Again, he tried to give you time off so you could be a kid. He didn’t mind the company but it was hard for him to see someone so young be thrown into his world. You appreciated the sweet moments you shared with Peter and always smiled when he sent you a text saying to enjoy your Friday night with friends and family because it was a quiet night in Brooklyn.

“Hey Pete?” you broke the comfortable silence you were sharing atop a deli the pair of you frequented on relatively quiet nights of patrolling. He had grabbed a sandwich for the two of you to split.

“Hm?” He hummed as took a bite of his sandwich.

“Thank you,”

“What for, arañita?” his Spanish wasn’t perfect but you loved that he tried and used the spider name you gave yourself.

“For y’know…taking me under your wing” you started, looking to your mentor with genuine love and admiration. “I know it wasn’t easy having to take me on” you chuckled as you bumped your relatively small knee with his bigger one.

“Hey now, where’s this coming from?” He softly knocked your knee in return as he faced you, worried that you were going through something.

“Nowhere! Can’t your awesome spider-pupil tell you she appreciates you without there being an ulterior motive?” you laughed as you took a bite of your sandwich.

At that, he had a smug grin which earned him a slightly harder bump from your knee to his.

“I don’t know…you usually butter me up before asking for something.”

“Well, this isn’t one of those times.” you laugh once more as you look out to the bustling skyline of New York and continue eating your sandwich with pure bliss.

Those were the moments you savored with Peter.

As the months rolled into a year, you oh so slowly began to almost successfully balance your hero and normal life. Your grades had slipped slightly when you got bit but they were on the up and up. Your friendship with Miles was very clearly hanging by a thread. Miles didn’t reach out to you as much and there were more moments of awkward silence between the two of you than you would’ve liked. It wasn’t normal for the two of you to not talk about something. You wanted to let him into your world. So badly. You knew that he would be happy for you and support you like the amazing friend he was. He wouldn’t tell you to quit, he’d tell you to keep going and keep fighting. He probably would help you with upgrading your suit. You hated that you couldn’t share that part of your life with him. It would put him at risk of being used against you. You didn’t want him to be used as some pawn in a villain’s eyes to get to you. Peter could see the toll the secrecy was having on you and tried his best to keep your mind off it if conversations trailed to that territory. It wasn’t like you hadn’t breached the subject of the new ‘Spider-Girl’ to him, though. You brought it up once to gauge his reaction to the whole idea.

“What do you make of the new Spider-Girl swinging around with Spider-man?” You mindlessly asked while scrolling through your phone as a distraction from the studying you and Miles were supposed to be doing.

“Mm, thought she went by Araña?…but not bad, I guess?” he answered, his eyes not leaving his notebook that had his class notes, waiting for his brain to actually absorb the information on the page.

A flutter of your heart. He knows your actual spider name!

“Her suit looks pretty cool..” you nonchalantly commented, your eyes quickly looking to him for a reaction.

“Does look cool with the black and white,” he smiled, his pencil now aimlessly doodling on the margins of his notes. “I think Spider-man’s training her ‘cause maybe he’s getting old…probably wants to hand the reigns to someone younger.” he continued.

“Think she’ll be good at it?”

“Oh yeah.”

#miles morales x reader #miles morales imagine #e!1610 miles x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse imagine #across the spiderverse imagine #atsv imagines #marvel imagine #marvel imagines

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spiral-man · 24 days

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My self indulgent list of Entities and what I think my connection to them would be, let’s go:

The Eye-I believe I could be a good avatar of the Eye because I’m super nosy, and have always been told I ask to many questions and am to curious and also I’m a pretty open book myself.

The Spiral-If I had to Pick an Entity I think I’d be most likely to serve it would be the Spiral. I have a lot of mental health issues and I have a hard time figuring out what’s real and what’s fake within my perception, Also I’m Pansexual and Pangender and I have ADHD so….

The Flesh-Think I could definitely be at least marked by The Flesh due to a history of $elf Harm (getting better!) and my fondness for NBC Hannibal.

The Lonely-Depression and Anxiety make me prime real-estate for the lonely and I have a bad tendency of dwelling in my own misery at times and finding comfort in that which is what this entity feeds on.

The Slaughter-I’ve got some anger issues and have a bit of a violent tendency at times (working on it).

The Hunt-Used to (still do) love games like tag and hide and seek, I really loved the adrenaline rush those games give you, especially in the woods or something.

The Stranger-I have a bit of a hard time feeling human, I feel like I’m doing it wrong most of the time, like I’m just ever so slightly off compared to everyone else, like I’m just pretending.

The Web-Manipulative parents need I say more.

The Dark-Always loved the dark, find it very comforting.

The End-I’ve never been scared of death, I’ve had some past suicidal issues and now I’m currently studying to be a funeral director/embalmer.

The Desolation-My family has a history of Arson in the sense that one of my grandmas siblings almost burnt their house down because they liked to play with matches, my grandmas son did burn a playground down because he liked to play with matches and my grandmas granddaughter (me, hi) also has almost burnt her house down (multiple times) due to enjoying playing with matches.

The Corruption-Probably my worst fear, when I was younger I loved bugs but these day they make me so uncomfortable, thinking about them makes me itch, and similar idea with rot in general I just hate it, this fear would have a easy time feeding on me.

The Buried-Similar to the dark, I actually do not mind super confined spaces and in fact find them sort of comforting at times.

The Vast-I used to really love to climb trees but I could never get to high up because I was scared of how unsteady it felt, in general I like climbing shit to be up high but if it feels unstable I feel like I’m about to pass out.

the Exctinction-Lived through a pandemic and constantly being informed about different new events that could end the world.

If you read all this, hot damn I love you wow thank you so much haha, this was purely self indulgent as ive seen other people do it and I find the fears so interesting.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Wait, wait, wait. Batmom and Bruce teaching Damian and Cass about American holidays bc they have no clue? Helping them carve pumpkins and make a Christmas list? I love the idea of Batmom being adamant they have at least one normal family activity a week which goes crazy during holiday season

"Jaybird," Dick said, "Quit watching porn and come carve pumpkins."

"I'm not- wait- pumpkins? Mom is still trying to make us all normal, huh?"

Dick smiled, "And she's got two shiny new murder babies to give a childhood to."

"Damian is participating?"

"Sulking. It's bumming her out-"

Jason shoved back from his desk and tossed his headphones down carelessly, "The things I do for love," he sighed. "Mom better-"

"She's got everything to make the spicy pumpkin seeds and she just put cider on- Alfred is making cookies," Dick said. And when Jason smiled a little, his own memories of standing with you at the tables in your greenhouse, covered in pumpkin and giggling floating to the surface, Dick grinned. It was good to have YOU back. The Y/N who reminded them all that they were human- reminded Bruce that they were children.

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"This is Juvenile," Damian pouted. "It's a distraction from-"

"It's tradition," you tell him gently, putting a wad of pumpkin guts into the waiting colander.

"It's a stupid tradition-"

"Damian," Bruce sighed, "Just relax and-"

"Mom do I have a pumpkin?" Jason broke in, looking around.

"He can have mine," Damian huffed.

"I pulled enough out of the garden for everyone," you say, patting his forearm and gesturing to your wheelbarrow, beaming when your oldest sons take places and pumpkins, cheerfully bickering.

"I'm gonna make a shark," Dick said, "What are you gonna make, Dami?"

"I'm not-"

"Cat!" Cass said gesturing at her pumpkin, crinkling her nose as she flipped seeds and pulp off her hand. It was cold and squishy. Weird. But it smelled nice at least.

"Cats are good, sweetheart," you tell her, leaning over and kissing the top of her head.

"Mom always used to do cats. Bruce are you gonna do a spider web again?" Jason said, picking up the big knife to cut into his pumpkin.

"Mine's a surprise-"

"Mom's is gonna be better than everyone's," Jason snorted, "How'd you get so good at it? You didn't do pumpkins until you came here, right?"

You shrug, "I used to carve little beads as a kid. I just do that but... bigger." You break off and smile at Tim and Stephanie who just wandered in, "Come on! The quicker you guys get them cleaned out the quicker I can start roasting."

"Oooh snacks," Steph chirped, "I love pumpkin seeds."

You turn your attention from Damian and pay attention to your children that are participating, if not enthusiastic, at least present. Tim hates carving pumpkins and Bruce isn't super fond of it, but- they still come and have fun. They still eat seeds and watch House on Haunted Hill. So you reward them. Kisses for Bruce and fussing for Tim. Teasing Dick, complimenting Jason. Encouraging Cass and snarking at Steph cheerfully. They all need something, and Damian needs to not feel left out.

So finally, when he picked up a knife, you smiled a little. Catching Bruce's eye but otherwise not drawing attention to it.

"What are you going to Carve, Damian?" Bruce asked, picking up a smaller knife to add some little details.

"Something Better than whatever Y/N is doing," he scoffed.

"Ooo competition," you chirp, unphased, "Love that for me." And when Alfred offers you a mug of cider with a conspiratorial wink, you grin. Everyone needs something. And Damian, as much as any of them, needs to be a child so he can learn to be a man.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #batmom!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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I don't often talk on here about that many passions outside of D&D but inspired by a very brief exchange by @plethomacademia I want to talk very briefly about my great love for period dramas.

I'm a particular fan of Georgian era and Victorian era (but you know, every gal of a certain age had their brain chemistry altered by the 1995 Pride and Prejudice as Greta Gerwig knows well) so I wanted to talk very, very briefly about some of my absolute favourites (and whether the adaptation or the book has my heart)

Poldark. The books and the 1975 version, not the modern version (I liked the Elizabeth, wasn't a fan of the rest.) Poldark man. It's the ONE. Incredibly romantic, but with a real political agenda too around landowners rights and the changing role of the gentry. The books were hugely formative for me - and there's LOADS, so get them from your local library and enjoy.

The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling. The book, and the delightful 1997 BBC adaptation. I love this book. It's one of those early novels where the narrator just fucking talks about whatever they want. And because it's set in the earlier Georgian era where people did whatever they wanted, it's super sexy. Tom is basically fucking his way through the West Country and London.

Vanity Fair. The book, I've not liked any of the adaptations I've seen. Becky Sharp, beloved. The first real antihero I read. I love her to the ends of the earth. All adaptations try and soften her too much for my liking but the 1998 and 2018 both have good strengths.

The House of Mirth. The book and the 2000's film. Just sublime.

Anna Karenina. One of my favourite books. Western adaptations of Russian novels never quite hit the mark but I have to give a shout out to the 2000 version with Helen McCrory because she really sold the sexual obsession to me in a way others didn't. Man, she was the GOAT.

North and South. The book is great. The adaptation really is superb. Probably the best on the list, one that I would rank just as highly as the novel.

Wives and Daughters. The book was unfinished so they filled in a lot of gaps in the 1999 adaptation starring Justine Waddell (who incidentally was in EVERYTHING for a while? Like every period drama cast her, it was bizarre, and then she just disappeared. This also stars Keeley Hawes who was also in everything, including the very underrated Our Mutual Friend.) I know this one isn't the best, but I'm very fond of it.

Middlemarch. Listen, the book is the greatest book of all time to me. You have to read it at least once. The 1994 adaptation does a great job but it will never be the book, whose strands come together so perfectly, which teaches us so much about the intricate webs of being human.

The Crimson Petal and the White. The book is extraordinary, and the 2011 adaptation tries its best but suffers a bit from some odd casting. Still it's very worth the watch.

I Claudius. Curveball lmao. But it's perfect. Utterly perfect. The cultural impact of the 1976 adaptation can't be understated. A masterpiece.

#period dramas #man the more I wrote the more I remembered I loved #but this will do

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Billie's new best fren 2

(Part 1)

Miles sighs at his boyfriend as they walk to Miguel's office to discuss the failed mission: You know, she doesn't like it when you hold her like that! -Hobie spend the free time trying to get Billie to like him after he found out she is fond of Miguel-

Billie's cheeks puff being super upset that the punk Spiderman is holding her instead of her amazing big brother: NO! Nonononono! -she walks Hobie's face with her hand having to struggle from his grasp-

Hobie holds her close to looks at her: Come on, darling. You will like me! Look, I'm a kind, mate! -he took her hits, since they didn't hurt.-

Billie struggles using her web shooter: NO! Miles, Miles -she began crying for her brother-

Hobie grunts: No use! Why does she hate me? -he frowns-

Miles took his baby sister back in his arms, calming her down: She doesn't hate you. She's just like you! She gets jealous when all my attention is on someone else. And I thought you didn't care? You're just jealous because she likes Miguel. -it always goes back to Miguel somehow. Miles never understood why Hobie had this jealousy toward the older Spiderman. It not like he's going to dumb his boo over Mr. Grumps! Nah, Miles is too loyal, too faithful to his relationship with Hobie-

Hobie: It's just weird! I rather have her like me that's all! -they enter Miguel's office with their other Spider-heroes from the mission-

Miguel spotted the two coming in, his eyes seem to gleam at Miles' sister: Morales. Brown.

Hobie merely grunts having to sit on a desk being laid back. Miles happily said: Hey, tio! Look, who I brought today! -Hobie eyes rolled hearing Billie's cheerful voice-

Billie likes Miguel, because he too get annoyed with Hobie, so they both get annoyed: Tio! -she giggles having her tiny hands reaching over the older Spiderman-

Miguel let out a small chuckles as he got down from his platform to hold the little girl. His eyes soften by the sight of her, she reminded him of his Gabriella. Billie's dark skin tone, her big eyes, and dark hair resembles his deceased child, even thought Billi's hair is much more coily, Gabriella had the same amount of hair, thick, luscious and full of life just like her own curly hair: Hola, mi niña. Cómo estás? Bien? -he held Billie in his arms smelling her strawberry milk baby scent, which must come from her shampoo. The light hint of she butter tickles Miguel's nose when Billie's hand pat on his face, a habit she likes to do. The little girl always seem so fascinated by his face, he always assume maybe because he's ugly and funny looking-

Billie: Tio. Tio! Ahh...

Miles merely smiles watching the two enjoying themselves. The only reason he brought Billie was for Miguel. Maybe it would help the man get some closure or filled the loneliness he carries, and his little sister seem to enjoy his presence at the same time. So a win win!: She got happy when I mentioned we were gonna see you!

Miguel: Is that so, heh? -he chuckles with amusement still having his eyes on the baby-

Billie giggles when Miguel's finger tickle her neck: Hahaha! Tio! Tio! -she babbles a lot more-

Miguel: She's learning to talk more than last time I saw her.

Miles nodded: Yeah, she mostly understands Spanish

Miguel: Es bueno! Es importante para ella aprender ambos idiomas a diferencia de alguien. -he eyes on Miles, who has trouble speaking in Spanish-

Miles pouts: I do know Spanish! Look! Pue-do hah-ablar en-en orac- orca- I-ones comp- com- ple-tas! -Being put on the spot made him nervous, and he did carry an American accent when he spoke Spanish, but he proudly finished it. So a big smirk on his face-

Miguel blinks, and Billie glances at her brother then made a: Pfft. -she turns back to Miguel- Nononono.

Miles: Billie, you didn't had to do me like that. -Sometimes his sister is way smarter than people think-

Miguel chuckles a bit louder as he holds Billie closer to him: Tu Herman está aprendiendo, princesa. No podemos ser tan estrictos. -She only pucker her lips then gave a look that said you-were-thinking-the-same- He's doing his best. -He's a lot kinda to Miles over the couple of years, the young man been part of the team. Maybe it was guilt from the beginning, in the end Miles proved him wrong.-

Miles proudly puff his chest: Yeah!

Miguel: I wonder where she got it from? So strict, and mean.

Lyla's avatar appeared to look at Billie: Really? You have no idea? -she waves at the baby-

Billie tries to touch it: Ohhh! Bon-ita!

Miles snickers while Miguel said: I have no idea what your talking about, Lyla.

Lyla snorted: She obviously learned it from you! Babies learn from the source! -she turned smaller to stand on Bille's nose to get the girl's attention busy-

Miguel grunts: Pfft. -the same way Billie did it to Miles-

Miles laughs: Ah, so that's where she learn that. -the other group came into the office having brought lunch-

Pav came toward Miles and Hobie: We got lunch!

Peter grins nervously at a glaring Miguel: We brought those Empanadas! -He had Mayday hold a take out container stuffed with Empanadas with different meat fillings-

Mayday nodded: And-and milkshake, uncle Miguel! -she put on her cute puppy look, so her daddy doesn't get too much into trouble from the mission-

Billie eyed t Peter then grunts: Hmph!

Miguel nodded: Exactly. Solo tu me entiendes. Anyway, why are you all here late!

Gwen gave Hobie a bag filled with his and Miles' lunch: Hey, Obs! Miss anything.

Hobie: Thanks, Gwendy. You didn't miss much -still sounding jealous as his boyfriend spend the free time talking to Miguel-

Gwen grins widely noticing Hobie had this annoyed tone in his voice, only happens when he's jealous. Her eyes glanced over at Miles standing in front of Miguel, who's holding Billie. Looks like that's the reason: Right, sure. -she chuckles as she set her own lunch down next to him-

Mayday handed Miguel's lunch to the leader: Here, uncle Miguel. My daddy is really really sorry! -she put on her big eyes on him-

Billie eyes at Peter: Oh?

Miguel grins at the baby in his arms: Mira, nena. Your dad is reckless. -being honest seeing her pout- At least you and the rest of the team are fine. However, we need to discus WHAT -eyeing at Peter again- went wrong!

Billie's tummy growling: Ahh! Ahh! Leche! Leche! -she grab Miguel's pecks to give a sign she's hungry!-

Miguel sighs: Morales, Le trajiste comida para ella? -Gwen, Pav and Peter snickers at Billie's hand grabbing his right peck.-

Miles giggles: Yeah, right here. -opening a small pouch from his baby carrier that had a bottle of water and powder formula to mix together. Billie's mouth water for her food- I'm coming! I'm coming, gotta shake it well!

Mayday went over to Miles: Let me help! Let me help, big bro! -She had her hands up to help shake the bottle. Miles let her shake it.- Hehehe, I'm helping!

Miles smiles: Yeah, you are. Now, handed it to Tio. -Mayday went to hand the bottle to Miguel-

Miguel took the bottle and shake it a bit more till he feds Billie. The little girl took the bottle with joy: Rico?

Billie: Mmhhmm! -She holds her bottle enjoying her meal. -Gwen and Pav started eating their lunch being so hungry-

Miguel turns to the group: Anyway, -he holds the bottle helping Billie drink her milk- Parker, what were you thinking?

Peter gave a sheepish grin: Mig, I wanted to finish the mission early! It was supposed to be a level 2 anomaly!

Miguel growls: I told you it was unknown! Lyla scanned the anomaly, but her readings couldn't scale the anomaly's powers. -The view of Miguel holding the bottle feeding Billie made it hard to take the conversation seriously.-

Miles: Sir, it was sort of my fault! -wanting to take some responsibility- I shouldn't taken Billie since I failed to follow the plan!

Miguel turns to Miles: You did nothing wrong, kid. You were following orders, though I do expect you to be more responsible toward your sister about certain missions you take with her. Considering it's always hard to multi-task between Spiderman and your normal life. I'll let that slide, but -he glares mostly at Peter- Your the one in charge, Parker! I gave you a perfectly good plan and you ignored it!

Peter being nervous: I thought we didn't need it! Sometimes we can't depend on your plans! Look, I admit that I screwed up, but it's not the end of it. We can go back and fine the anomaly!

Gwen: Yeah! It'll be fine. We'll follow the plan this time, right Peter?

Peter grins widely: Look, Mig. I promise!

Miguel scowls at him: You will write me a ten paper report why this mission fail, Parker!

Peter groans: Ughhh! What is this? High school!

Pav chews: He could've suspend you.

Miguel: I should -being upset. Then, Billie mumbles pulling away from her bottle- Done?

Billie turn her face away from the bottle: Mm! -Miles took out a small baby blanket from his baby carrier's large pouch and handed to Miguel. The leader wanted to burp the little girl letting his own fatherly instinct appeared. Billie made more nosies as he placed the baby blanket on his left shoulder, and he let her lay over as he gently pat her back- Ahhh, bbrrrr, prrr!

Miguel softly said: Ya. Ya. Casi termino. -Billie made other sounds-

Pav giggles: How cute! -he pulls out his phone to take phones just like Gwen did-

Mayday watch Billie drooling and burping: Why she needs to be burped?

Miguel: Because babies can't burp themselves! It hurts them.

Miles: Should we call you Spiderdad, then? -Miguel eyed at the young Spiderman- Just saying, kids are always around you. Even Gerald likes you.

Mayday: I like uncle too!

Peter: What about me? I'm a dad, too!

Gwen whispers to Pav: Spiderdaddies.

Pav snickers: For real!

Miguel turns tot he two whispering: Qué?

Billie burps one last time before making sounds: Waawawaw! AH! -she became antsy-

Miles went over to give her, her pacifier so she can relax: You good, boo-boo! -Billie was more than good. She's happy. Being carried and full, she felt amazing- I'll take that as a yes. -he took the baby blanket away from Miguel-

Miguel held her: You go eat your lunch with Brown. I'll watch her until till then.

Miles: Awe, thanks, tio! I think Billie couldn't be happier. -Seeing his sister being happy-

Mayday: Miles, can i eat with you and Hobie?

Miles: Sure! -Mayday happily took his hand as they went to the other side of the office to eat their lunch with their friends-

Peter stood casually with his arm on Miguel's shoulder: You know, you got quite the crowd.

Miguel: Parker, your still in trouble.

Peter pouts: Awe, come on! How about a kiss?

Miguel: No!

Peter groans: This handsome face comes once in a life time -he frowns- Please, Miggy?

Miguel: Peter, leave me alone and go start on your report. I'll keep an eye on Mayday!

Peter grunts: Let me finish my lunch then -he dramatically sighs. Billie merely giggles at the grown men arguing like her parents.-

Hobie pulled Miles into his arms as they eat together: Still don't get what she sees in him? -He rest his chin on Miles' left side of his shoulder-

Miles chuckles having to open their containers filled with their lunch. They order Chinese food; fried rice with beef and broccoli, two egg rolls, chow men with orange chicken and bbq pork. He kisses Hobie on the cheek: Mi amor, no te preocupes! Billie is chilling, besides -he whispers lowly in his boyfriend's ear- this is good for Miguel.

Hobie pouts then sighs: I guess, mate. Still don't like it. How about another kiss?

Miles snickers giving him a peck on the lips: There? Better, mi amor?

Hobie: Sî

Pav kept eating his lunch which was Jamaican food; jerk chicken, seasoned rice and chicken curry: You guys always gotta be like that? -they're lovey lovey sometimes feel overwhelming-

Gwen laughs having her lunch; Greek gyro stuffed with beef, side of feta lemon salad and lemon rice: Haha, come on, Pav! Your just mad because Gayatri is on vacation with her family.

Pav pouts: I am not!

Gwen: Yes you are!

Hobie hugs Miles' tightly as he rubs his cheek against his sunflower: Heh, my sunflower deserves all my attention. -he gave multiple kisses on his boyfriend's cheek- Right, luv?

Miles giggles: Yup!

Hobie: Can you feed me some chow mien, darling!

Miles: Okay, baby!

Gwen: Whoa, now that's too lovey dowery for me.

Mayday eats her McDonalds happy meal: I think it's cute! -she giggles-

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #spiderman #across the spider verse

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do you have any recs for scifi/fantasy? they are also my preferred genres, but i'm not fond of the type of scifi and fantasy that often gets recommended :') nothing inherently wrong with booktok, but we do not have the same taste...

yes absolutely SUCH a fun question 4 me ok let me. go thru my storygraph + pick some out...this list may get long...

sci-fi:

infect your friends and loved ones by torrey peters - novella abt a disease that stops humans from naturally producing hormones so that everyone basically becomes "trans." deals heavily w topics of transmisogyny

how to live safely in a science fictional universe by charles yu - time machine repair guy gets stuck in a time loop

the feverwake duology by victoria lee - a post-apocalyptic u.s. has split into various smaller countries. noam, living in carolinia, is the child of refugees who harbors deep resentment towards the government for its treatment of immigrants. a magic disease that kills 95% of the people who get it but grants the survivors super powers leaves noam as the only survivor in his community, and because his power is incredibly rare and potent he's recruited into an elite military school and suddenly forced to work for the government he hates

this is how you lose the time war by max gladstone and amal el-mohtar - this one blew up in the online sphere recently + so has had tons of people talking abt how they love it or hate it but! i really loved it. soldiers on opposite sides of a time war falling in love

severance by ling ma - story about a woman traveling with a group through a post-apocalyptic u.s. in search of a new place to live

the illuminae files trilogy by jay kristoff and amie kaufman - SUCH a fun series!! it has everything zombies parasitic aliens corporate conspiracy...the books are written in the format of files of collected evidence which is fun + funky; the plot essentially follows various characters who get caught in the crossfire when two corporations go to war over a planet. the first book centers on refugees from the planet trying to escape in a spaceship

villains duology by ve schwab - two college roommates crack the secret to getting super powers and team up to give each other powers; they subsequently become lifelong enemies

fantasy:

a history of glitter and blood by hannah moskowitz - in ferrum, fairies live aboveground and gnomes live underground performing the bulk of the city's manual + menial labor, with the tradeoff that every so often the gnomes will eat the fairies. the city has been functioning peacefully this way for years until the tightropers (a species who spin webs from their mouths) arrive under the guise of "fairy liberation." war between the gnomes and the tightropers breaks out and all but 4 teenage fairies flee the city--the story follows those 4 teenage fairies as they navigate the war. one of my absolute favorite books of all time!!

the last unicorn by peter s beagle - a story about a unicorn who inadvertently overhears a conversation about how there are no more unicorns in the world, so she travels out of her forest to find out what happened to all the other unicorns. another one of my favorite books of all time

the shades of magic trilogy by ve schwab - read this back in 2021 so it's no longer super fresh in my mind but i remember thinking it was really fun especially the 2nd book! somewhat standard fantasy series about a second secret london where magic exists and a girl teaming up with a magician to stop an evil threat, etc etc

the gormenghast trilogy by mervyn peake - (you only need to read the first two books tho tbh) very slow paced but gorgeous writing and such a vivid world!! the books follow an earl and his family living in the crumbling castle gormenghast after the birth of his son and heir, titus groan. titus is supposed to grow up and take over as earl, and various forces conspire to either assist or prevent him from doing so

teeth by hannah moskowitz - a teen boy moves with his family to an island purported to have magic fish that can cure any illness. the fish work and his terminally ill younger brother begins to get healthier, but things get complicated when the boy meets a mermaid who's trying to save the fish

howl's moving castle by dianna wynne jones - such a lovely book <3 quite different from the movie so even if you've seen it the story still feels fresh!

gonna cut myself off here but! hopefully there is something in here that u will enjoy :•)

#ask #book recs

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A lot of people overestimate where they'd end up in the Horror Spectrum of Survival, which is something I made up right now, and is a ham-fisted metaphorical way for me to segue into talking about The Mangus Archives!

Several friends of mine have been getting into it right now- and if you read this, and you're apart of that group, yer welcome - and they're getting super into it, to the point of making little 'sona's. Which is really cool! Because they're talented artists and creative folks.

I was considering hoping on the bandwagon, but realised with some terrible clarity, that none of the dread powers would be particularly interested in me. Let's run down the list.

The Buried: Sounds cosy if anything. I do pretty well in high pressure environments

The Corruption: I'm not afraid of being ill, and whilst I don't like bugs, I'm also not afraid to just squish 'em.

The Dark: I'm pretty cool with the dark, I'd be more afraid of falling over and dropping something in the dark.

The Desolation: Scary to lose stuff and suffer, sure, but sometimes it happens. I don't worry about it regularly, and I'm careful to make sure it doesn't happen.

The End: I've made my peace with it.

The Eye: I'm a nerd, and I've got no secrets to hide. Come at me, oversized eyeball.

The Flesh: Meat is meat, and we're all meat, no worries here. No attachment either

The Hunt: I am 100% aware I would lose a chase, hunting or being hunted, no interest or pull either way here. I'd just lie down and die lol.

The Lonely: I've got friends in 5 time zones, I'm never alone

The Slaughter: I appreciate and recognize the terror of war and violence, but also can't truly know it, it's very distant to me after all.

The Spiral: I quite enjoy fantasy and losing myself in a false-world, actually. But I'm also pretty fond of the real world, and am not particularly warped of perception.

The Stranger: I know who I am, and the uncanny valley doesn't really get to me

The Vast: I loved space, I love being lost in the beautiful immensity of the world. I can also read a map, no fear here, but I'm also pretty fine not wandering and just sticking in my little box of walls and roofs.

The Web: I'm fairly content playing my part in schemes and such, and whilst I don't like spiders, I can tolerate / murder them.

In conclusion, I'm too damn boring to be an avatar.

#the magnus archives #the entities #tma sona #rambling #Look at me #I'm joe normal #ducking and weaving fear #gods fear me #fish fear me #I walk alone in this desolate earth

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an-unraveling-unknown · 3 days

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It's been a bit, and I think I've forgotten some. Can you give me a brief rundown of your little guys?

Hiya Bones, I WOULD LOVE TO GIVE YOU A BRIEF RUNDOWN ON MY LITTLE GUYS!!! (thank you thank you thank you!!) (its not as brief as it should be I'm so sorry)

I still have yet to name this project: My first original project! I have no ideas for the plot LMAO /crying a little

Locke: Ancient android cursed to carry the physical fear of an entire very dead race of beings that they have identified as 'human,' the same thing they classify the people they see today. Travels a lot, he generally likes to keep moving - has taken up the mantel of unofficial psychopomp. Likes people (from a distance,) dressing up, engaging in human activism in whatever way they can, and Deimos. Dislikes having a lack of bodily autonomy. Was called 'Rue' once (Agender, but he has a fondness for He/They)

Deimos: Your local embodiment of human fear, and human fear specifically. Laughs in the face of gender on a daily basis, mostly due to the fact that he's a shapeshifter (generally shifting into the specifically held fear of whatever society he happens to be around) Drama queen, constantly makes either slightly too old or slightly too new pop culture references that Locke could never hope to understand, but he found a good audience with The Children. Deeply just wants social connection, a bit of a hard feat when you're immortal, and unfortunately something he couldn't find in Locke due to their own circumstances. For a while, at least. (Genderfluid, but currently favors he/him)

The Children: Collective term for all the people and non-people Deimos has unofficially adopted - still workin on them, but I CAN tell you that Charlotte (third youngest) has ties to 'Charlotte's Web' and the 1829 poem 'The Spider and the Fly' and also happens to be an anthropomorphic spider, while Marley is (probably) from Boston (youngest). Not all technically children by human standards, but pretty much everyone is a kid when you're Deimos's age

(other little guys below. forgive me for the massive text blocks)

Undertale AU: Some context, this revolves around two of my ocs in an au that is basically be adding non-canon context with plot; Sunny and Z!* Sunny ran away from home after extenuating circumstances and an argument with her parents, kind of as a 'last hurrah' of sorts, and Z tagged along because of his own reasons. Both of them found themselves in the underground and are now constantly wondering if they went and died about it because Undertale is actually a thing that exists in their universe

Sunny: He is a trainwreck, and is also probably the closest I'll ever get to a self-insert (but it's moreso me when I was 12-ish inserted into a 17 y/o's body). Compassionate at heart, she likes the sciences and being outdoors and philosophical things; math is latin to her (dead,) and she knows a fair amount of sign language. Utterly thrilled to be in the underground for the most part, something he and Z have conflict about - doesn't like talking about his childhood. Yellow coded as in warning (She/Him, Aroace)

Z: Also a huge freakin clusterfuck and Sunny's best friend, but Z is more contained than not. The funny one of the two, Super tech efficient, the fella loves cryptography and all things coding, made a rick-roll virus once on the family computer and now that very same computer exists half-alive in the garage - he'd like to be a game dev someday. Used to get hurt and sick a lot when he was younger. Z refuses to be alone with his thoughts, so he practically throws himself at anything declared constructive at a contstant rate, very much unlike his friend. Knows Sunny has a lot going on with the imminent move to Europe and all, but they shouldn't, cannot stay here damnit (He/Him, Straight)

*not their actual names, but they can't really say their actual names due to extenuating plot reasons and 'Sunny' n 'Z' is what Flowey called them upon first encounter.

BG3: The Baldur's Gate 3 duders!! neither Aeonian nor Monad really fit into forgotten realms lore, considering I picked them up from a separate Stardew Valley AU project and threw them at my current hyperfixation without a lick of research cos I figured it would be no problem. I was sadly mistaken, but we're making it work (even amidst the greek myth n gaelic folklore parallels which are now just outside-of-story meta)

Aeonian: My Tav!! Best put (in your words exactly) as a sad little tissue paper man. Unofficial bard and humanoid-shaped creature (Physical Embodiment of Death at Sea, to be precise) who is not normally humanoid-shaped, but is doing it anyway because their sister is missing and they have a guard dog complex to uphold. Looks like a very tall and very blue twig that could snap in the wind, but what they lack in intimidation they receive in cleverness and wit with a little bit of added bardic charmisa. They did not at all wish to claw themselves out of the sea with gritted teeth and sheer drive alone, and while they aren't necessarily cold, they also aren't here to make friends. This is currently being conflicted by the fact that they give a shit. Character development follows the rock cycle (They/Them, Demirose)

Monad: Aeonian's older sister and Embodiment of Life at Sea - the braver of the two, having ventured up to the surface first and kept going despite being kidnapped by pirates more times than ve can count on both hands - ve is here to have a good time and a good time only. Lively and charismatic, he loves the pleasures of life, people, life in general, and Aeonian. Took up the druid class, as she told her sibling, and was in the midst of learning how to wild shape before she went up on a surface outing one day and didn't come back. Ve's more secretive than Aeon knows (Ve/Her/Himself and very much a lesbian)

#oc #ocs #my oc stuff #i'd like to mention that I only included the Little Guys™ that i have sufficiently fleshed out - this post was long enough lol #THANK YOU AGAIN BY THE WAY I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM!!

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Hi can i request head canons about strade giving ftm!mc diy top surgery i thought it would be hilarious for some reason😭

oooo interesting! and something i've considered a little (in the context of strade knocking you up tho lol)

so this probably comes from a few months of being in his 'care' and your binder getting old (or him cutting it off lol)

strade is an idiot (affectionate) and doesn't really get why you're so bummed out all the time now. was it really that bad?

ren is more perceptive of things like dysphoria though so he'd probably be the one to put the idea in his head

obviously immediately gets obsessed with the idea

strade isn't a surgeon by any means but he's seen enough videos on how to cut off a limb and how to take care of it after the fact. can't be that hard, right?

so here comes an eventual trip to the basement and shit is fucking GNARLY

more blood and way more of an open wound than he's used to. plus there's nerves and shit too, he might even freak a little!

LUCKILY he knows a dark web surgeon nearby and he pays them like. way more money than he should to make sure you don't die

cus he's grown kinda fond of you! that's why he's doing this, after all! he wants to make sure you're well taken care of <3

surgeon sews you up and now you owe strade not only your life but this super high surgery fee that it cost him. how do you plan on paying me back, buddy?

and don't think you're gonna get off scot-free because you're in pain!! people will wanna the results of your new *modification*, of course!

and this is just becoming american mary, i'm sorry

#strade x mc #strade x reader #headcanons #qs

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I almost forgot to ask: do you want to tell us about your overnight oats?

Boy do I ever!!! Please continue under the cut if you want to hear me talk about breakfast for way too long

I've posted my overnight oats recipe before but generally speaking:

1/3 cup steel cut oats*

1/3 cup milk of choice**

1/3 cup yogurt of choice***

An Amount of peanut/almond/whatever butter, honey, maple syrup, granola, nuts, fruit, jam, seeds, etc. Go crazy go stupid

*Generally the rule should be 1 part oats to 2 parts liquid, so if you want all yogurt or all milk that's fine, and increasing to 1/2 cup oats would mean 1 cup liquid, etc. Also you can play fast and loose with this rule, it doesn't have to be exact

**my favorite milk rn is oat milk! It has kind of a natural sweetness that is nice, I don't really like milk in general so I have kind of just been buying stuff at random but I think this is what I'll stick with going forward

***I'm also obsessed with plain greek yogurt (this post is making me sound like a health nut??) so I add that but any kind works. I genuinely love the taste of plain greek yogurt but getting a good vanilla or other flavored greek / non-greek yogurt is a good way to add flavor without a ton of effort or adding other things :)

Add-ins I'm fond of:

BANANAS❗ super mild so they go good with anything

sesame seeds

cashews

replacing part of the yogurt or milk with spiced apple sauce is REALLY good

cookie butter is so so so good in it if you have that. I assume any sweet spread like nutella would be great too. I got my dad these fancy peanut butters for xmas and used some in my overnight oats and they were fantastic

chocolate chips, cocoa powder

Vanilla Extract...

Dried fruit like cranberries, raisins, mango, etc.

There's also lots of ideas out there, I tried to keep the above pretty straightforward but if you web search it people are making brownie overnight oats, tiramisu overnight oats, creamsicle, carrot cake, pina colada, the list is endless. At work, my old boss had learned about my obsession and gave me a ton of these packets from an overnight oats subscription service (??? they'll make anything these days) that his wife had gotten and didn't like. I'm not interested in buying it but it gave me some fun flavor ideas that you can see on their site if you click the link!

When I get some time I want to make bubble tea overnight oats by making some good milk tea for the liquid and topping it with tapioca pearls and brown sugar syrup :) I like that if you want to make something complicated out of oats you can but it's also very easy to just mix some oats and yogurt and be done with it. I've tried multiple times to make oats on the stove top and I'm gonna be real with you I think they're better cold, idk I've gotten in friendly arguments about this irl

I'm a big breakfast person and I know it's a meal a lot of people skip or substitute with caffeine but I do think getting some real calories in your system helps as much as good sleep does. It's unfortunate that we all have to work a ton and something as simple as "making breakfast in the morning" feels like a luxury on a workday. I like that I can prep something like this a few days in advance and enjoy it at work at my leisure <3 I'm lucky I work an office job that allows me to do that lol!

#fun talk tag #ask #thank you for asking me <3 I am having so much fun. I think I said this before but I'm a mad scientist performing experiments in my kitchen #cooking and baking are one of my greatest pleasures and I love messing around with recipes #But most meals I don't make over and over again and again like I do this breakfast so it's fun to iterate and find out what I prefer :)#recipe #cooking #overnight oats

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bloodyhellel · 11 months

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C'est la fin des skyblogs

On a annoncé dernièrement que ça y est les serveurs des blogs skyrocks allaient fermer alors je me suis dis que ce s'était sympa de faire un petit témoignage à tous ceux qui n'ont pas connus cette époque de comment on lisait des fanfictions avant fanfic.net, wattpad et AO3.

Skyblog c'était un outil de création de blog assez complet, les gens avait à leur disposition l'édition d'un mini site Web, on pouvait choisir l'agencement total des onglets, définir des fonds d'écrans et des fond d'articles. On pouvait y poster des textes, des photos, des vidéos et de la musique, je sais que maintenant c'est un peu la base mais à l'époque c'était ouf.

Bien sûr il n'a pas fallut longtemps pour que les fans en tout genre trouvent et exploitent le filon, en France avant tumblr et pinterest c'était là que les gens postaient leurs fanart, et c'est là que beaucoup de français ont lu et écris leurs premières fanfictions.

C'est avec nostalgie que je me souviens des couleurs fluos et des textes police comic sans MS. A l'époque la majorité des fanfiction adoptaient une narration de type théâtrale et la grande mode était de donner une couleur par personnage, ce qui biensur à les fonds colorés des articles rendaient les répliques de certains personnages illisibles, on était obligé de surligner les passages des chapitres pour pouvoir les lire. C'était contraignant mais ça faisait cool alors on mettait au clous le Confort de lecture.

Et puis c'était pratique aussi, on s'en servait pour masquer les lemon (c'est comme ça qu'on disait smut en langage dinosaure), on écrivait la partie hot en blanc et on le surlignait en blanc et on mettait on mettait un gros disclaimer en rouge pétant souligné avant et après pour prévenir les lecteurs et leur laisser le choix de lire ou non le passage.

Et franchement à 14ans quand tu surligne avec ta souris les 10 petites lignes de ton premier lemon en vérifiant à droite et à gauche que personne ne peut voir ton écran d'ordinateur, c'est une expérience bien particulière tu a l'impression de braver un interdit, tu te sens comme une super espionne l'espace de ce demi paragraphe et tu te dis que maintenant tu es une rebelle et une vraie femme. Je me souviens encore de mon premier lemon c'était une fanfictionbsur Fairy Tail sur le couple Gajeel x Levy, c'était les vacances d'hivers et j'ai mis toutes la journée à me décider à le faire. Tout un build up pour moins de 10 lignes de cul très médiocre et bourré de périphéries à rallonge pour ne surtout pas prononcer les mots "penis" et "vagin".

C'est vielles fanfictions faisaient mal aux yeux et pas uniquement parce que les couleurs auraient pu servir de toile de fond à la tektonik (pour les plus jeunes je vous laisse découvrir sur YouTube ce monument français de la musique qui aura bien duré un été et dont on parles encore) mais aussi parce que les bêta lecteur/ices étaient un concept inconnu au bataillon, à l'époque on mourrait comme Ace à Marineford. Certains s'en sortaient mieux que d'autres mais impossible de le savoir avant d'avoir cliqué sur le lien du blog et lu un article et s'être ou non brûlé la rétine sur les fautes.

Les couleurs et les fautes n'étaient pas la seule chose impactant le confort de lecture, car il fut un temps jadis dont on ne parle plus, une époque obscure où la mode était aux NDA. Les notes de l'auteur, des parenthèse au milieu d'un chapitre ou l'auteur intervenait pour donner son opinion sur l'action de tel ou tel personnage, rebondir sur une replique et finissait souvent par se chamailler avec les personnages voir même se faire clasher, la mode étant à la maltraitance de l'auteur et des personnages. Si ça m'a embarrassé fut un temps avec le recul je n'echangerais ces bizarreries typiques de l'époque pour rien au monde, ça faisait parti du charme et de la culture skyblog autant que le reste et était mon dommageable que d'insérer des smiley dans les répliques pour les ponctuer.

Chaque auteur, chaque blog avait ses petites particularités, surtout en ce qui concernait les pensées et les actions des personnages. Conventionnellement on mettait les penses entre deux astérisques et les actions entre deux signes dièses, mais chacun pouvait faire à sa sauce et on avait donc un article en début de blog qui reprenait tous les codes utilisés au cour de la fic.

Exemple typique de dialogue :

Neji : Hors de question -_-' . *C'est complètement stupide * # danse la macarena avec Tenten parce qu'il ne peut pas résister à sa moue du chaton#

Lee : La fleur de la jeunesse est en toi ! 8 ) # Fais la pause du nice guy#

Avec ça il ne manque que le fond de couleur plus ou moins pastel et vous avez le parfait dialogue moyen de la fanfiction de 2011.

Et là vous devez commencer à vous dire que franchement c'était pas ouf avant, mais ce que je vais vous dire va vous faire prendre conscience de votre chance d'avoir des sites comme fanfiction.net et surtout AO3 pour lire. Il n'y avait pas de référencement des fanfictions. Il fallait taper dans Google ce que l'on cherchait de type " schoolfic shikatema", et là il fallait cliquer un à un sur tous les liens Google et remonter plusieurs pages jusqu'à trouver satisfaction. Pas de tags pour spécifier la recherche ou exclure certains contenu et on ne faisait pas vraiment de disclaimer sur le contenu des fics, s'il y avait de l'angst par exemple tu ne le savais qu'au bout de 4 chapitres quand tu étais en plein dedans, pas de trigger warning, de vrais sauvages. M'enfin tu pouvais quand même t'abonner aux blogs dont tu voulais suivre les fics mais c'était à toi de les checker régulièrement.

Heureusement pour nous il existait des blogs répertoires à qui les auteurs envoyaient le résumé, le genre de la fic et les informations demandées pour y être renseigné (certains demandaient s'il y avait des lemon et 2 ou 3 mots clefs pour aider faciliter les recherches un peu plus spécifiques). C'était brouillon et la recherche ne fonctionnais pas toujours mais c'était sur pratique, toutes les lectrices en avaient 2 ou 3 dans leurs contact en cas de besoin. Malheureusement la majorité des fanfictions ne s'y trouvaient pas mais à titre personnel ça m'a permis de découvrir quelques petites.

Voilà c'était ça skyblog, la porte ouverte à toute une génération vers les fanfictions et les fanatmrt et qui a depuis migré vers des sites plus spécialisés et plus ergonomique. C'est moche, souvent cliché et on en a tous un peu honte mais ce sont nos débuts. Alors merci Skyrock de nous avoir permis de vivre ça. Et à tous allez voir, regardez ces reliques d'un ancien temps tant que vous le pouvez ! Que ceux qui ont commencé là-bas y retourne et se prennent une bonne bouffée de nostalgie ! Appréciez pour la dernière fois les textes fluos, les fonds criards et les dialogues en forment theatre ! Regardez avec bienveillance les bouffonnerie des auteurs et des personnages !

Et pour ceux qui sont curieux voilà mon blog :

#skyrock #skyblog #fanfictions #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #fanfiction.net #wattpad #Ao3 #nostalgie #c'etait une autre époque #couleurs fluo #tektonik #mes premieres fics #témoignage #upthebaguette

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