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[1hoverman0k]

hey i just got that magic card you wanted shipped. i hope you dont mind if i put it through spidermail

[ex-radqueer-tim]

HELP IF U WANNA DO THAT ADD ME ON DISCORD, WE SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE A BLOG -- > spidermailed

is anyone else waiting to get into a blocklist made by a rq

YES FR

[skylinesentinel]

🐉

Send 🐉 to have my muse become a dragon!

There were so many things that Peter absolutely couldn’t believe unless he saw it. That meant that Electro had been a bit of a surprise. This, however, was a bit more than that. 

Peter had turned into a tiny dragon the size of a regular housecat. Sitting on the rough concrete, he hid behind a trashcan and narrowed his eyes at ZJ, a squeaky roar coming from his mouth. 

“How dare-?! When I said dragons were cute, I didn’t mean I wanted to be one! Did you do this? How does this go away? I can’t even go home right now,” he complained. His scaly tail swished behind him and Peter bumbled over to ZJ, falling snout-first into the concrete. “Oh... great. I can barely walk now too.”

[kobl-squares]

[easterwings]

Fire-Owls, Magic Bands, Wizard Vans, Otter Gods (Nick & Louis, ~1k)

Flash Fiction Challenge #3!  I’m late but I wanted to write it anyway so I did. The challenge was to write something based on this tweet thread. 

Louis is covered in yodeler blood.

It’d been an epic battle. There’d been three hundred demon yodelers, and it was just Louis and his fire owl and a pair of grumpy wyverns standing between them and karaoke night at the tavern in New Dork City.

Louis couldn’t let them get through.

And so, he’d swiped at the sweat on his brow, the spidermail scratchy against his skin, and he’d held aloft Mistress Murderbeak, the most magical knife in all the lands. He’d taken a deep breath.

“YO-DEL-AY-HEE-YOU-DEAD,” he’d shouted into the wind, his voice strong and sure, and in that instant time had frozen. The demon yodelers had hung suspended in the air, every last one of them. And then, all at once, they’d exploded. The sky became a sea of viscera, and it’d fallen to the earth like rain. It’d covered everything, and Louis had stood there through it all, waiting until the roar of so much falling demonic yodeler remains had subsided before putting his arm up and wiping the blood out of his eyes.

“Fuck yeah,” he’d said, once he could see. “It worked.”

He’d got a disbelieving hoot from the fire owl.

“Well you look,” he’d told it, sheathing Mistress Murderbeak. “I’m fucking off to the tavern.”

And he had, digging out Vandalf and getting it started on the fourth try. He’d waited, like always, for the wyverns and eventually the fire owl to settle in the back, and then he’d driven off, the wheels slipping from time to time but never enough for him to lose control.

Good old Vandalf. Mostly reliable for a piece of shit van.

He parks it just outside the tavern, trying to engage the parking brake twice before it takes. He throws the door open and climbs out, brushing viscera and blood off his armour as best he can. Not that it makes much difference, really, but he manages to get it mostly off his face and out of his fringe. He closes up Vandalf, letting the fire owl and the wyverns make their own choices about how they celebrate, and then he heads inside.

The tavern’s crowded, but Louis manages to get his white wine spritzer without waiting too long. There’s glances in his direction, but no one says anything, and Louis takes a sip and looks around for a certain someone to drink with.

He finds him directly across the room.

“Nicholas!” he says, dropping down into a seat at Nick’s table, empty apart from him. Nick’s also got a white wine spritzer, except his is nearly gone. He’s apparently already had two.

“Louis,” Nick says, wrinkling his nose. Louis paints a stripe of blood down the length of it, and Nick scowls. It’s stupidly attractive. “So you defeated them then?”

“I did,” Louis says, taking a long drink. He points at Nick with his glass. “Don’t you go raising them either.”

“Wouldn’t,” Nick says, finishing off his drink and setting his glass down. He doesn’t wipe the blood off his nose. “Not that desperate for company, you know.”

“‘Course not,” Louis says. Nick’s full of shit and they both know it. He’s so lucky he’s got Louis to come around all the time and keep him from being bored and lonely. “So what are you doing this evening? If you’re not raising the dead, which you aren’t allowed to do.”

“Don’t know,” Nick says. He props his elbow up on the table and rests his chin in his hand. “Thought about trying to find a magic goat.”

“A magic goat?” Nick nods. “Where are you going to get a magic goat?”

“Goat Mart?” Nick says. He closes his eyes when Louis reaches up and cleans off his face. He makes a face when Louis wipes his hand off on his robe. It’s a stupidly attractive face. “Might have good deals on a goat at Goat Mart.”

“Might,” Louis says, wiping his hand off on Nick’s robe again. He polishes off the rest of his white wine spritzer and gets to his feet. “Let’s go then.”

“You’re going?” Nick asks, and Louis nods. “Fine. But I’m not buying you anything. We’re strictly going for the goat.”

“Whatever you say, Nicholas,” Louis says, pulling him to his feet. He doesn’t let go of Nick’s robe as they’re walking back to Vandalf, but it’s only because Nick might get lost, and then Louis might not get to see a magic goat. The fire owl gives him a knowing hoot as they’re getting into the van. Louis flips it off.

He finds Goat Mart without any trouble, and there’s not any one magic goat there, but there are bags with thousands of tiny goats in that come with a free tiny goat trebuchet, so that’s what they end up getting.

“Dead useful, really,” Louis says, as they’re walking out into the car park. “Never know when you need to aim a tiny goat at something.”

“I guess,” Nick says, glumly, and Louis closes up the bag, slinging his arm around Nick’s shoulders.

“C’mon, Nicholas, don’t fret,” he says. “We’ll go to mine. I’ll let you have first go and everything.”

“Really?” Nick asks, sounding hopeful.

“Yep,” Louis says, smacking a kiss right on Nick’s cheek. Nick makes a show of wiping it off, but he’s smiling a bit, and Louis kisses his cheek again. It’s stupidly stubbly and nice. “Let you do the tea after as well.”

“Generous,” Nick says, still smiling as they’re climbing into Vandalf.

“The soul of it,” Louis says, taking his seat and sticking the key in the ignition. He turns it and…nothing.

Fucking Vandalf.

“Figures,” he says, leaning back. He turns his head to look at Nick, but Nick somehow doesn’t seem disappointed. Not at all. “What?”

“Nothing,” Nick says, looking at him for a long time. “Only…”

“Only?” Louis asks, but he doesn’t get to find out because soon Nick’s leaning in and kissing him, his lips soft and warm and dry against his own. He pulls away just as quickly, leaving Louis confused and needing air.

“Sorry,” Nick says, turning to look out the windscreen. The sky is still faintly red. “I was worried, all right, and…”

“Worried?” Louis asks, and Nick lets out a breath and nods.

“Yeah,” he says, and his eyes are a bit shiny when he looks back over at Louis. “It was three hundred of them. One of you. I didn’t want to have to…”

“Oh,” Louis says, once it hits him. Didn’t want to have to raise you. “But they died. Not me. I smote them, Nicholas, and it was epic.”

“This time, maybe,” Nick says, and he’s about to say something else when Louis lays his finger on his lips.

“I’m very capable, you know,” he says, letting his finger trail down until he’s got it tucked up under Nick’s chin. “Now are you going to do that again and then we can go launch some goats?”

“All right,” Nick says with a laugh as he’s leaning in.

Louis lets the wyverns pull them home.

[skylinesentinel]

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1. What is the biggest headcanon deviation from the canon material that you have incorporated into the way you write your muse? Why did you come up with it?

Peter being in ballet. 

I was watching the movies and I had the feeling his mother was a musically inclined type of person even though she was likely just as science-based as his father. Thinking along that same branch, I didn’t think it would be strange for her to want Peter to get into an activity that was classical music based, physical, disciplined, and taught hard work. 

This directly threaded into how he acted as a teen in the TASM movies. Sure, maybe not as much classical music but there was a kind of musical appreciation that I saw. He had a stereo system at the foot of his bed in the movies. Even though we didn’t see it used, it was clearly still there.

Why? I felt it was important to him. I didn’t come up with it but when it clicked, it made sense. Peter’s a long limbed person with a sense of dedication that’s unreal, so when I factored this in, it felt perfect for him. Well, for my version of him. 

5. What is an aspect of your muse’s canon material or canon existence that you never had the opportunity to explore but really want to?

Okay so. There’s a couple of things I’d like to explore and I’m not going to bring up the comics.

In the movies, he obviously lives with Aunt May and she’s a hugely important character to him. It astounds me that no one roleplays her! I would absolutely love to explore and thread with a May Parker okay? I’ve never gotten to see much more than what’s happened in the films with her (she barely came up in the portions of the most recent run that I’ve read either, not counting the 60s version). I especially want to know more about the fight in TASM 2 where she finds out he’s been looking for more information on his father. The ‘you’re my boy’ comments really hit hard. 

I mean people look for connections to canons all the time -will smith poses at Aunt May- here. I’ll even take the Marissa Tomei version, just don’t ask me to use Tom Holland as a faceclaim. 

There was a scene that wasn’t used for TASM 2, an alternate ending where Peter met his father. [LINK] Let me just fucking tell you. I need this like I need air. I’m not going to lie, I want to explore this as much as possible. Maybe his father did survive the crash, who knows? There was never a third film but I don’t think it would be impossible

It would absolutely fuck with the abandonment issues Peter has. The amount of dialogue and near-fighting it would cause would be amazing, not to mention the choice Richard Parker would have of whether or not to stay. Would he know who his son was when he left May’s house every night? He made the serum, he probably does know. 

Okay so I lied, I’m bringing up the comics.

There’s one where Deadpool kills Peter Parker. I do want to see how Deadpool would react to that post-Shiklah divorce. What would Deadpool do? What would Peter say to him knowing that he’d done it? I don’t know, it’d be interesting to say the least.

[skylinesentinel]

Knocks on the Condo door like he didn't live there. Waits patiently with flowers in hand. Hopes not to be killed. Waits. ((IBlameThatGuy - Cause I'm an asshat))

@iblamethatguy

It was the longest mission that Peter ever remembered Wade taking. Days went by with nothing. Then weeks. Finally, months. It was enough to make Peter want to scream but he didn’t. Wade couldn’t be disturbed in his work and Peter wasn’t going to hunt him down and blow his cover. If he had one. Sometimes, as he recalled, Wade was a stealth is optional for this mission type of guy and ran in guns blazing.

So when the knock at the door rang throughout the condo, Peter paused. He hadn’t been wearing much and yanked on one of Wade’s oversized t-shirts and the only pair of underwear nearby. Okay so maybe wearing lacy panties to the door wasn’t the best idea but it worked! 

Peter jogged over to the door and pulled it open, almost stumbling back at the person in front of him. “I-wha... Wade?” He blinked and righted himself, reaching out to carefully touch Wade’s chest. Hard, warm under freezing fingers. Yeah, that didn’t seem like a hallucination. At least not in the middle of the fall. 

“Please tell me I didn’t gain the boxes somehow and am actually imagining you right now.”