#Also I tried My Best to not get too passionate about spiders but like

[bestanimal]

Round 2 - Arthropoda - Arachnida

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Arachnida is a highly diverse class, ranging from the Demodex mites living on you (yes, you) right now, to the Triassic-surviving horseshoe crabs (yes, a 2019 genetics-based analysis places them within Arachnida, though this is still debated), to your friendly pest-controlling house spider. They live worldwide, mainly on land, but some also in freshwater and marine environments. There are over 110,000 named species, with more being discovered every year. They comprise the Ricinulei (“Hooded Tickspiders”), Xiphosura (“Horseshoe Crabs”), Opiliones (“Harvestmen”), Solifugae (“Camel Spiders”), Acariformes (“Acariform Mites”), Parasitiformes (“Parasitiform Mites and Ticks”), Palpigradi (“Microwhip Scorpions”), Pseudoscorpiones (“Book Scorpions”), Scorpiones (“Scorpions”), Amblypygi (“Tailless Whip Scorpions”), Schizomida (“Short-tailed Whip Scorpions”), Uropygi (“Vinegaroons”), and Araneae (“Spiders”).

Adult arachnids have 8 legs attached to a head/thorax segment called the cephalothorax. Their abdomen contains their heart and respiratory organs. Arachnids also have two other pairs of appendages that vary in function between orders. The chelicerae are mainly used in feeding and defense. In spiders, they are used to deliver venom. The second pair, called pedipalps, are used for feeding, locomotion, defense, and/or reproduction. Scorpions, Pseudoscorpions, Ricinuleids, and Horseshoe Crabs have pedipalps that end in a pair of pinchers used for defense and manipulating food. Pseudoscorpions also have a venom gland in their pinchers which they use to immobilize prey. Vinegaroons, Schizomids, Amblypygids, and most Harvestmen have raptorial pedipalps that are used for capturing prey. Solifugids use their palps as another set of legs, and spiders use theirs like hands, while the males also use theirs for mating. Mites and ticks use their palps to sense their surroundings. Mites are more diverse than other arachnids, some only having 6 or even 4 legs. Adult females of Podapolipidae only have a single pair of legs. Some arachnids have a tail-like structure called a telson. Horseshoe Crabs use their telson to flip themselves over if they are turned on their backs. Scorpions use their telson as a stinger to deliver venom, while Palpigrades, Schizomids, and Vinegaroons use theirs as sensory structures. Schizomids and Vinegaroons can also produce acetic acid at the base of their telsons, which they use as a chemical defense sprayed at attackers. Instead of a telson, spiders have spinnerets on their abdomen which they use to create silk. Some have no eyes; some have up to six. Some only have very simple eyes which detect light and shadow, while others have very advanced eyesight.

Arachnids are so diverse that it would be impossible for me to provide a general summary of their behavior here. Some lay eggs, some bear live young. Some have intensive courtship rituals. In most, mothers provide parental care, but in some this falls on the fathers. They can be predators, scavengers, carnivores, omnivores, herbivores, parasites, and everything in between.

Arachnids are one of the oldest living Classes of land animals. Xiphosurans first appeared in the Late Ordovician, with modern horseshoe crabs appearing in the Carboniferous and becoming more common in the Triassic. The spider-like Order Uraraneida first appeared in the Permian, with true spiders appearing in the Carboniferous. There’s a lot of talk about how horseshoe crabs predate the dinosaurs, and that’s true, but so do other arachnids… and most other arthropods as well!

Propaganda under the cut:

While only Spiders, Scorpions, and Pseudoscorpions have venom, they all have different methods of injecting it, meaning they likely independently evolved venom. Which is wild to me.

Spiders tend to get a bad rap (mostly due to western media banking on arachnophobia and spreading misinformation) but they are incredibly beneficial to humans, eating many of the species we consider pests. Some crops, such as cranberries, tomatoes, and potatoes, rely on spiders for pest control. It has been found that wherever farmers release spiders, their crop yields increase, while also cutting down on the use of chemical pesticides by 80%.

There are around 50,000 species of spider and all but one family (Uloboridae) is venomous. However, this venom is mainly used to capture prey, and only 10 genera have venom considered medically significant to humans. Bites are rarer than the media would have you think, and deaths are even more rare, as they are usually a result of secondary infections, allergic reaction, or pre-existing conditions. You are more likely to die from a mosquito bite.

Even if they weren’t super important and helpful to humans, spiders are still just small animals living their lives and are all too often unfairly demonized. I’ll get off my soapbox now but listen… I’m Love Them. They are just little guys.

Anyway, Ricinuleids have a hood, called a cucullus, which can be raised or lowered over their head. This hood is also where females will carry their eggs until they hatch. Baby hoodie.

Horseshoe Crab blood is blue due to a copper-based respiratory pigment called hemocyanin. It is often harvested for its unique reactions to bacterial contamination and is thus used in FDA testing. Horseshoe Crab blood has saved millions of human lives, however, overharvesting for their blood as well as for fishing bait has put their populations into decline, which has in turn affected populations of shorebirds which depend on their eggs as migratory fuel. Many areas have enacted regulations on harvesting and established captive breeding programs.

Harvestmen are sometimes referred to as spiders, but they are actually closer related to scorpions!

Harvestmen are unique among arachnids for their high diversity of feeding behavior. Many species are omnivorous, eating small insects, fungi, and plants. Some species are scavengers. Some species feed on fecal matter! Unlike most other arachnids, they do not have sucking mouthparts, and instead chew their food with tiny pinching jaws.

Many arachnids, especially most scorpions, are biofluorescent, glowing under UV light. There are many hypotheses for why this is, but it may allow them to detect the presence of UV light themselves, letting them know when there is a full moon vs a new moon.

Scorpions can also detect light through sensors in their tail!

Scorpion claws and tails are reinforced with iron and nickel

Mites are incredibly diverse and live everywhere. Many live in the soil and aid in decomposing, some live in water, some live on plants, some live in plants and create galls, some eat fungi, some eat lichen, some eat carrion, some are predators, some are parasites. Almost every species on land (mammals, reptiles, ants, plants, etc) has at least one mite species associated with it.

Vinegaroon courtship rituals involve a dance that can last up to 12 hours of the female testing the male’s endurance. Female vinegaroons invest a lot into their children, often starving themselves in the process, so they must be absolutely certain the male has good fitness.

[l0ve-bug-m1les]

hii I was wondering if you could write a

miles morales x male! reader

where the two kiss because they’re curious about their sexuality and that leads to them finding out they aren’t exactly as straight as they initially thought

Ahhhh this is such a good idea!!! Thank you so much!!

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The Answer Sitting in Front of Me

Miles Morales x Male!Reader

Summary: All questions have an answer to find. You just didn’t think you’d find yours in your best friends lips…

Warnings: No actual warnings, just two teenagers figuring themselves out!

It’s the final class of the day, and you’re struggling to stay awake. This isn’t like you, considering the fact you normally go to bed at a decent time so at the end of the day, you’re pretty awake. But today was different. Or rather, last night was different. Recently, you’ve been having…doubts about yourself. Specifically your sexuality. So to—hopefully—get your answer, you spent all night on Google searching up different tests, articles, and videos to answer your burning question. But alas, flashy Buzzfeed quizzes aren’t the remedy you hoped for. So now you’re just here. Tired, ready to get back to the dorms, and still unsure.

A crumpled up piece of paper lands onto your desk. You know exactly who it’s from as you open the note and read it.

"Hey, you don't look so good. Are you alright?”

“Damn, I look so tired you can tell from behind me..” You reply, and ball the note back up as you nonchalantly stretch your arms and drop the note onto his desk. This is how close you and Miles are. It’s easy to tell how the other is feeling just from body language. But at the same time, it wouldn’t take a genius to tell you’re pretty out of it today. You patiently wait for his reply as your teacher drones on and on about something you’ve forgotten about and, frankly, don’t care for. The note returns.

“Yeah. But for real, you’re normally pretty awake when we’re about to leave. What’s wrong?”

You think for a long time. You couldn’t possibly just tell him you’re going through a sexuality crisis! It’d put your relationship in jeopardy! A sigh escapes your lips as you try to think of a bluff, only to scrap the idea knowing Miles would catch it and hound you until you cave in. But what could you possibly say? “Oh, yeah, i think I’m gay and stayed up all night thinking about it. No biggie.” Yeah, right. But at the same time, he opened up to you about him being Spider-Man, so why can’t you just explain your problem to him? “Because he’d hate you.” is the lie your brain is plagued with. You know Miles isn’t homophobic and you know he’d probably just try to help you out. You’ve been through thick and thin with him. He can trust you, and you can trust him.

You realize you’re taking too long when another note flies onto your desk. You don’t read it and just answer the other one: “It’s kinda complicated. Swing by my room when you get a chance, alright?” You toss it back and refocus your attention to the lesson.

It'll be alright.

Right?

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Time flies and you’re now sitting at your desk in your dorm. Your roommate’s off to who knows where, so you’re by yourself just waiting for that fateful tap on your window from Miles. Normally after school he’ll do some spider stuff before coming back and chilling out for the rest of the day, most of the time with you. That is, unless some guy tries to wreck havoc on Brooklyn, and it’s up to Miles to take them down. As much as it sucks when he has to leave, you admire how dedicated and passionate he is about doing what’s right and protecting what he loves most. You also appreciate how much he’s helped you throughout the school year. High school is no joke, and there have been some times when you felt like all was hopeless. But with Miles there, you came out of those slumps for the better. You also admire the way his eyes shine with that cheeky glow when he says an exceptionally cheesy joke, with that charming smile to go with it. And his kinda cute laugh and—

Oh no.

You groan and lean back in your chair. It’s those thoughts again. The very thoughts that have you so tired and confused. The line between admiration for guys and attraction towards guys has been blurred and now you’re not sure if there even is a difference for you. You close your eyes and continue to think before a shadow blocks out the sun and you hear a knock at the window. “Here we go..” you think to yourself as you unlock the window and open it for Miles.

"How you been?" Miles says as he steps through with that same sweet enthusiasm. He’s not in his Spider-Man suit so you figure all went well. “I’ve just been chilling out,” you say and sit back down, “nothing too exciting.”

He hums in response before taking a seat on your bed. “So what was it you needed to explain that was so complicated? Don’t tell me you’re having an identity crisis!” he jokes. You don’t smile because that’s exactly what it is. He notices the change in your demeanor and grows worried. “Ah..I see,” he looks over you for any hints as to what’s bothering you, “uhm…would you feel comfortable explaining?” he asks.

You take a long moment to think. Is this really a good idea? Should you even tell him? It’s not like you’re confessing to him so bad how could it be? You take a slow, long breath in, and release it just as slow. “I think….i think i like guys…” You finally say. “And i spent all night trying to figure that out, which is why i was so tired in class today.”

Well there it is. It’s out.

You both sat in silence and stared at each other for a long moment. Miles looked like he was in disbelief. Great, you blew it. You go to try and reverse the damage before Miles speaks up.

“Wait, really?! You too?!” He exclaims much to your surprise. You too? Wait so does he…

“You’ve been thinking the same thing?” You ask him.

“Yeah! Like, all the time!”

This is some news. You thought he was gonna try to leave and awkwardly forget about the situation. Never did you consider the possibility of him thinking the same thing. But now what? You know he’s possibly not straight like you, but what are you supposed to do with this information? Honestly you didn’t think you’d make this far. “So,” you speak up, “what now? I mean, we’ve got the same problem. How do we solve it?” A good move on your end. Not too leading, but leading enough to keep the conversation going without you both just changing the subject.

“Uhm…have you ever kissed a girl before?” He asks, his eyes avoiding yours.

“No, why?"

"Well, i was just thinking we could..." he trails off, hoping you get the memo.

"Think we could—“ you’re cut off by the realization hitting you— “Oh…i…get what you’re saying. Kiss and compare how it feels when we kiss a girl, right?”

He sheepishly nods. “Yeah, but neither of us have kissed a girl so it wouldn’t work.” His eyes fall to the floor, and you’re stuck looking at the wall. A kiss? Would that really work? Maybe neither of you need to have kissed a girl—or anyone else for that matter—to see compare how it feels when you kiss a boy. You’re a boy. He’s a boy. Why should you have any prior experience? But is it a good idea? What if you like it, but he doesn’t? There’s only one way to find out..

Forget words. You get up and stand in front of Miles. Your hands find a spot on his face and they stay there as you look deep into his eyes. A question. A silent way of asking for permission when words aren’t good enough. He nods and you lean in, gently bringing his face to yours.

After what feels like an eternity, your lips meet. At first you’re both hesitant, but it’s as if a spark went through you both as you relax and lean in to the kiss. Miles holds your hands on his face and let’s the kiss linger for a moment longer than you both thought it’d last. It’s the sweetest first kiss one could have. The world only starts to spin again when you both pull away, practically breathless.

"Did…did that answer your question?" Miles asks, his voice soft.

"Yeah. Did it answer yours?”

Miles nods and leans in again for another kiss with more confidence. His hands find yours and he brings you down onto the bed to sit beside him, before slowly pulling away again.

“Yeah…” he breathes.

You’re a lot more awake now.

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[the-kr8tor]

Little potion request for your anniversary too!<3 Cardamon for Hobie with❣️ for some playful, competitive wrestling please! I always love a good playful wrestling- so don't be afraid to add in a few nips into the potion too ~ Signed by: 🐦‍⬛

Oooohh yessss I love this 😈😈😈 Thank you for requesting! Here's your potion 🩷

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Fluff!

Katy's one year celebration! 🎉

“I'm going to bite you—!” Your warning falls on deaf ears as he tosses you on the bed. You giggle out, body bouncing up and down from the force.

Hobie stands above you, grinning widely, eyes full of mirth. “That's illegal y’know.”

“Biting?” You scoff, smiling through it all. He grabs the heavy blanket, bunching the fabric on his arms. “Since when are you an obedient citizen?”

“Wasn't talkin’ ‘bout laws and shit, love.” Flinging the fabric above you with finesse, it lands square on you, plunging you into darkness. Your laugh gets muffled by the cloth, he chuckles, thinking that you might get lonely being alone on the bed, so he puts his knee on the edge of the mattress and then plops himself over the blanket and above you. “I was talkin’ ‘bout wrestling rules!” You wiggle about, and he scoops you up in his arms, blanket and all.

“I can't breathe!” He sees right through your plans. “Wrestling rules? You don't even read our flat rules!” And he whispers something about hating landlords. Your laughs are still muffled by the barrier, palms trying to push him and to get some leverage with your legs. But alas, his hold on you is tightly sealing you under the covers. So you go test out another plan, you slither a hand away from under him, inching closer to his sides. With a little wiggle of your fingers on his exposed skin, he guffaws, torso immediately leaning away from your tickling hand. His thighs are still cageing you in, hand holding your own to prevent another attack.

“You little—!” Hobie pulls the covers away from your face, he regrets it when he sees your amused face. Hair messed up, nose scrunched up from laughter, and eyes brighter than the warm lamp on the bedside table. It's the most beautiful sight. “You did an illegal move.” He tries his best to look intimidating but his soft eyes and lopsided grin betrays him.

“Guilty as charged!” You'd lift up your hands in surrender but he still has your hands pinned down, warm gentle fingers making patterns around your wrists. “Say ‘uncle?’” You tilt your head playfully, tone lilting, beaming up at him as the late afternoon sunlight filters through the thin red curtains that bathes him in the same passionate colour.

“I'll say uncle…” The bed creaks as he leans closer to you, a hair's width away from your nose. You bat your eyelashes, toying with him. “...If you admit that you're a stinkin’ cheater that cheats.” His breath fans your cheeks, you could only chortle at his choice of words because of him being so close. When you let out a giggle, he puckers his lips to press a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. It has you melting and admitting to your so called crimes.

You softly laugh, cheeks hot from the position you're in. “I'm a stinking cheater that cheats.” You lift your head, kissing his cheek, neck aching at the movement. “Only because my opponent has super abilities…” you peck the corner of his lip, “and I'm at a…” mirroring his affection, you kiss the tip of his pierced nose. “Disadvantage.”

Hobie blinks, frozen in place, pulse thrumming from your barrage of attacks. “That's also an illegal move.” He whispers like he's surprised even though he knew you'd do exactly that the moment you raised your head.

You duck, soft lips meeting the stubble of his jaw, and you swear you heard his breath stagger in his throat. “Even that one?” You say against his searing hot skin.

“Especially that one.” He sighs, eyes closing for a moment.

“Say ‘uncle,’ Hobie.”

“You're never lettin’ me win one, huh?”

“Nope, never, especially that you look so good like this.” You blow hot air on the shell of his ear before laying down. You've brought down the amazing Spiderman without even using your hands. “Losing to me.”

Hobie's head falls limp, chin laying on his clavicle. “Uncle.” He whispers, and you laugh victoriously.

Your victory is short lived as he flings the blanket away, hitching your shirt up to reveal your waist, long warm fingers tickling your sides. Hobie laughs like a villain for a minute before giving you reprieve and then finally resting his head on your chest like he has done the most grueling work in the world. You heave, laughing into the crown of his head as he embraces you, hand lifting yours up, intertwining his fingers with your own until you hear soft snores upon your chest, only then you join him in dreamland.

[im-a-writer-sometimes]

Thank You, Doctor (Miguel O’Hara - Epilogue)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Word Count: 800

Warnings: deceased family member, pure fluff, implied smut (sorry horndogs, you’ll have to use your imagination)

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The first thing you noticed was the tightness of the air. It felt like you were being compressed as you stepped back onto the streets that used to be your whole world. You’d become so calibrated to the world you’d known the last months, this place now seemed foreign to you.

Not so foreign that you couldn’t find your way to the little church your mother used to drag you to as a kid, dolling you up in the best dress she could afford, letting you smother on lipstick once you’d turned ten to try and incentivize you. You smiled at the memory, walking past the tall oak doors and through the low iron gates that led to the cemetery out back.

You were ashamed at how long it took you to find your mother’s grave, but you did, sitting down in the grass and pulling your knees to your chest. 

“You were all I had,” you said, your words swallowed up by the gloomy, overcast sky. “My only place in the world.” You dropped your cheek to your knee, smiling sadly. “Once you were gone, I tried to carve out my own place, but I didn’t fit. I know why now. It wasn’t your fault, or my fault. But now—”

You lifted your head, scooting closer so you could rest your hand on the top of the grave. 

“I’ve found a place. Somewhere to belong, Mom. You wouldn’t believe where if I told you,” you laughed. “You always told me love isn’t about passion and fire and adventure. Those are nice, but you said love is about feeling safe. Feeling seen and heard. All those things you never got.” You ran a finger over her name—Captain Mary Y/l/n. “Well, Mom, I think I’ve found that too. Too soon to say, but I’m saying it anyway.”

You touched the flowers on either side of the gravestone, finding them both still fresh. It made sense; as chief of police, your mother had been a beloved pillar of the community. Your world hadn’t been the only one shattered when she passed.

“I just wanted you to know,” you said, standing up and brushing the dirt off your pants. “You only wanted me to be happy. I think I’m getting there, Mom.” You started walking and then paused, turning back over your shoulder. “Also, Dad’s a multiversal criminal from another dimension. Was a multiversal criminal from another dimension, I should say.”

You thought you could hear her laughter in the sudden burst of wind, ruffling the leaves of the few trees poking up through the graveyard.

You were walking away when you felt a sudden stab of pain on your lower back, brushing a spider off of the sliver of skin showing between your shirt and pants. You watched it as it hit the ground, legs twitching. You narrowed your eyes, looked back at the grave.

“You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Mom.”

When you used your new bracelet to portal back to base, it was the dead of night. You didn’t have to think where to go; you’d arrived at the cafeteria before you even knew where you were going.

Miguel stood from his seat at the sight of you, and you smiled. 

“I didn’t think—”

“I’d come back so soon?” you said, crossing the room. “I know. But you let me go anyway.”

He simply watched you, still standing as you sat down in the seat across from him.

“I had some goodbyes to give,” you said. “Just one really.”

He slowly sat, eyes scanning over you as if he still didn’t believe you were here. In front of him. “No te merezco,⁸” he said, tilting his head as he watched you. “You still owe me nothing.”

“Then I guess that means we can start over,” you said, reaching out your hand before you. “My name is Doctor Y/n Y/l/n. Pleasure to meet you.”

He grabbed your hand and used the leverage to pull your forwards until your noses were nearly brushing. “Miguel,” he said. “The pleasure’s all mine.” When he kissed you, it was soft. No trace of that half-feral man who’d defended you against your father. He was unremarkably soft, tracing a finger along your jaw as you pulled apart.

“I wouldn’t mind continuing this introduction in your room,” you said, and, finally, his smile sharped into something more wild.

“Whatever you want, mujer implacable.”

When you woke the next morning, you had to slowly untangle yourself from Miguel’s arms, smiling at the way he instinctively reached out, mumbling something incoherent in Spanish. You picked up his t-shirt from the floor and tossed it over yourself, flicking your hair from beneath the collar. That was when you saw yourself in the mirror.

You squinted, stepping closer. 

You were bigger, that was for sure. There was muscle definition where there hadn’t been, and you simply stood there, staring. You reached out to touch the mirror, and to your horror, your fingertips stuck to the surface. Your other hand immediately reached for the small bump on your back where the spider had bitten you. You almost laughed.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you said.

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(8) “I don’t deserve you.”

Thanks for reading, folks!

[normspellsman]

what sports i think the metkayina trio + spider would play modern au headcanons!

second part to what sports i think the sully children play!

slowly but surely trying to get thru this writer block & hiatus 🤞🏽

ao’nung

swimming and/or water polo

— he probably just naturally has a build built for water sports so he excels in it & is super cocky about it too (#blessedgenes)

— was defeated not given the choice on which sport he’d play when he was younger. both of his parents probably did either sport so they’d want him to also do it as well. or they at least wanted him to do one

— i don’t see him being the team captain but he’d def be co-captain or an alternate. he loves the sport don’t get him wrong but not to the extent where he’d be team captain. he already has enough pressure to perform well & doesn’t need that kind of title placed on him

— def see him being a butterflyer or a backstroker. like he much rather do those strokes in a swim meet than the other two

— is 100% the type of kid to have “eat my bubbles!” sharpied onto his arm or lower back during meets. probably begged his mom to write it on there too 😭

— also has to have the order of his races written on his arm so he doesn’t forget the order & where he’s supposed to go

— sees no point in wearing a swim cap

— always challenged himself by trying to score a point higher from his last game in water polo or get a better time in whatever stroke for swimming. he’d make sure to ask his parents to like reward him or something so he’d have the drive to do it. but even then, he’s still able to do it without the prize

— wears sandals everywhere. period. no arguments.a

— has such a bad swim trunk tan line. he really tries to get it even in the summer or during swimming season by wearing speedos lol

tsireya

volleyball (indoor, sand, + grass)

— girl is graceful asf on the court

— position would probably be setter or outside i feel like. she might not have the height for it but def has the hops. like a secret weapon of sorts. you’d never expect it

— is 100% the team captain

— she is so supportive of her team & always makes sure that one of her teammates is not stuck in their head or blaming themselves for a bad play

— i can see her number either being 1 or some random ass number, like 49 or 27

— always has the best hair-dos on the court. she seriously goes all out

— def the designated braider of the team so she has to make sure her girls are looking fresh asf on the court too 🫶🏼

— very humble about her accomplishments & wins. she very much believes that an individual does not win a game, a team does so all of that congratulations should be projected to the team rather than on an individual level

— probably has this pregame ritual where she gets there super early to get used to the size of the gym/court. peppers by herself & gets into the zone 100%

— does volleyball literally all year around. so she’ll do school & club for indoor, sand in the summer, & grass for fun. it’s her whole life tbh

— ronal is 100% the team mom. no questions asked

swimming

— i can also see her doing swim, but like only for a club during the summer when she doesn’t have anything for volleyball

— her & ao’nung are the best sibling duo in this sport 100%. they’re always paired up for a medley relays

— she likes free style more than the other strokes so that’s her main event during meets usually

— isn’t as passionate about it as her parents or brother. would much rather do & play volleyball than swim

— is also the kid to have “eat my bubbles!” written somewhere on there body lol

rotxo

soccer

— i can def see him playing soccer & being like a striker or a forward

— is def the one that annoys the coach to no end & ends up causing the team to run laps bc of it. sometimes it’s totally not intentional. it just happens lol

— team clown 100%

— he doesn’t really score a lot of goals but he does assist his teammates in their scoring. has the most assists on his team (idk if that’s a thing in soccer)

— has the most weirdest celebrations ever whenever he does manage to score

— been playing since he could walk fr

— jersey number is probably something like 14 or a random even number. bro likes even numbers for some reason

— is a really versatile player & if need be, can play goalie or be a defender if a player is out sick or injured

— def plays for his school & local town club

baseball

— can def see rotxo playing this as well

— most definitely a catcher (idk why but i just see it)

— probably only got into it to work on his soccer skills somehow or to work on his eye & hand coordination since he’s quite good with his feet & eyes

— only plays for his school since soccer usually takes up most of his free time

— lowkey has a wicked curveball

— he likes the catcher uniform bc it looks like he’s an autobot from transformers lol

— surprisingly somehow became captain & doesn’t know what to do with that title most times

— really good at determining calls for the pitcher & suggesting what they should throw next

spider

hockey

— no one would expect someone like spider to play this sport so everyone’s shocked when he says what sport he plays

— probably a defenseman & has the most penalties on his team lol

— ^ will literally fight everyone on the ice if need be. he plays dirty & truly doesn’t give a single fuck

— not a team captain but probably one of the alternatives. he’s more on the silent side regarding his “captaincy” but has the ability to talk his teammates up when they aren’t playing very well. bro has a way with words fr

— a lot of people think he’s a playboy hockey player but that’s FAR from the truth. he barely has enough confidence to talk to a girl on & off the ice. poor boy just shuts down

— since he’s like 6’0+, his build is really intimidating & he uses it to his advantage. def slams others into the boards as hard as he can when they’re down however many points. like, just imagine a 6’0+ dude like spider skating down the ice at literal lightning speed to slam you into the boards. i’d be shitting my pants fr

— started playing at the age of like 4 or 5 probably

— he loves skating so much that he goes to the rink or puts on rollerblades & just skates around to calm down or let out some steam. it’s really his outlet

— his number is most definitely 69 or 96. some funny shit like that

— will also defend his teammates with his life on the ice if someone were to fuck with them. that’s his family. he’d do anything for them

— ^ especially their goalie. bro is only gentle with their goalie & if anyone fucks with them, you best expect his gloves to be thrown & knuckles bloody from how hard he punched. ride or die fr

— nicknames probably consist of spider (obvi), kilometer (for miles lol), socks (for socorro), ironfist (for how much he gets into fights), & oreo/orro (for socorro)

— has the talent & ability to potentially go to college for hockey. he puts so much time & effort into his skills & the sport & it def shows through how he plays

[omgahgase]

charthur oneshot

so it happened. again. a pathetic wet kitten of a man with his pretty eyes and gorgeous smile captivated my heart and the result is a semi-coherent fic speed written in the wee hours of the morning. this is for all you charthur enjoyers out there, and for @tortureddpoett for always listening to me ramble in the dms. thanks for withstanding my lengthy headcanons <3

Arthur hears it, but he absolutely refuses to acknowledge it, let alone accept it. 

“I can’t kill all of them silently, so…when they chase me, you go the other way.” 

It’s a simple enough plan, one that’s ten times better than Micah’s bright idea of “Shoot the motherfuckers and book it.” Hell, even Dutch agrees to it, and that’s saying a lot because he’s normally the one cooking up a way to escape a potential shoot out. Or, in this case, a quick way to the Devil downstairs. When Dutch agrees with someone, it can only mean one of two things:

It’s in his favor.

He doesn’t have anything better.

And, considering how there’s four heavily armed Pinkerton’s and only four of their men are in fighting shape—Hosea and Lenny are practically bleeding to death on Bill and Javier, Arthur’s surprised those dirty pigs haven’t picked up on the obvious trail of blood leading to their pile of crates—this is the best they got. 

So, when Arthur thinks about it afterwards, maybe that’s why Dutch had to lock an arm around his middle to he wouldn’t fling himself in Charles’ face and explain why this plan is fucking stupid. He fights, dear God, he fights against him. Javier tells Arthur to shut up lest he gives them away, but fuck that because Arthur would rather get arrested with him than let Charles be hunted so they can bag. Dutch tightens his arm around Arthur’s chest, tries to cover his mouth so he doesn’t scream why sacrificing yourself is, again, fucking stupid, but what barrels up his throat and trips out of his mouth like a sputtering gun spitting out a rusty bullet is a choked plea. 

“You can’t—please—”

But Charles—smart, kind, stupidly brave Charles who wouldn’t put himself at risk for anything other than what he believes in, and goddamnit if Arthur doesn’t love him a little more now than ever—is as sturdy as a bison when he cuts Arthur off. 

“It’s your best bet to escape, don’t fight me on this.”

Arthur almost hoped Charles would tack his name onto the end of that demand, give him some idea that he’s saying it more to him than their band of outlaws who wouldn’t be as destroyed as Arthur would be if Charles gets hurt in this dumb fuck plan. He’s lost almost everyone he’s ever cared for, he’s not about to add his best friend to that growing list. 

(He’s also not about to pay any mind to how his chest constricts at the mere thought of lobbying Charles in anything less than the person who holds his heart, but his brain is too busy flagging down the ice-cold dread spider-crawling across his skin and tampering his adrenaline to something worse than fear.)

The arm around Arthur loosens, if just for a moment, maybe because Dutch can feel how badly Arthur’s shaking, or maybe his age is finally catching up to him and he can’t hold back a grown man dead set on not carving out another gravestone for his beloved. It’s enough to break out of Dutch’s hold, nearly sending him flying into a loaded crate with how hard Arthur pushes him back, and in two quick strides, he’s face to face with Charles. Passionate, gentle, beautiful Charles who looks even prettier in the moonlight and with a splatter of blood across his cheek than Arthur’s ever seen. It’s not his blood, thank God,  and that’s all Arthur can focus on before that rat bastard Micah is putting in his two cents. 

“I say let the man go. He’d be doing us a noble cause, letting us go.” 

Arthur growls, and even Charles is a little taken aback. “No one fucking asked you, Bell.” 

“Well, Morgan, you got any other ideas? It’s not like we got the law on our dicks and our friends bleedin’ out, but, sure. Hold up the line. That bullet in the boy’s guts ain’t going anywhere until we do.” Micah chuckles a dry, humorless laugh that, normally, would’ve had him getting real intimate with the end of Arthur’s pistol. Only now, it’s making the shake in Arthur’s hands turn into a full tremble. 

He chances a glance at Lenny, takes in his blood soaked front and the way he’s almost deadweight, slung haphazardly across Javier’s shoulders. His breathing is getting shallow, his eyes barely open. Hosea isn’t doing much better but at least the shot went through clean, he only has to worry about a few stitches. Lenny, on the other hand…

Charles plants a gentle hand on Arthur’s shoulder, and the world stops on its axis, if just for a moment. The gang falls away, the Pinkerton’s disappear, every thought that’s ever occupied Arthur’s mind up until the moment Charles touches him, his thumb a soothing little thing on the gooseflesh of Arthur’s neck, melts into a puddle and drips into the waves lapping at the dock’s edge. 

“I’ll be fine.” Charles says it with such assurance that Arthur is damn near convinced right there. But still, he’s gotta voice the words hammering behind his teeth. 

“It’s a fuckin’ stupid plan.” 

Charles grins, a soft, barely there upturn of his mouth that could be mistaken as just a twitch of his lips if Arthur didn’t know him any better. But he does. He knows how Charles wakes up in the morning, eyes groggy and with just enough energy to piss before grabbing his first cup of coffee. Arthur knows how Charles’ hands feel in his, rough and calloused from the reins of his horse, the ax back at camp, how such big and strong hands can craft the most delicate of arrows, string the tiniest bead into his hair. And Arthur knows that once Charles makes up his mind, there’s no going back. There’s no use fighting him on it, no matter how badly he wants to fight. It’s what Arthur’s good at, arguing, butting heads, but Charles, with all the ways he so easily lassoed Arthur’s heart and hitched it to his person, his stubbornness towards never backing down was the first spark against Arthur’s flint as to why he loves this unyielding, honorable, stupid man. 

One of the Pinkerton’s tilts his head in their direction, squints real tight to see beyond the glow of the shack’s light. “Y’all see something over there?”  

No one answers, but the guy is still staring in their direction, and Dutch is getting real uneasy by just standing around with two guys knocking on death’s door and bags filled to the top with cash. He tells Charles to get on with it or else they’re sitting ducks, and Arthur has half a mind to say fuck it and throw Dutch to the hounds instead, but Charles is grabbing Arthur by the handkerchief around his neck and Arthur kinda of forgets everything else besides the way Charles’ chocolate brown eyes dance in the flicker of the overhead lamps. How the scar on his cheek and the plump of his lips has Arthur wanting to pitch forward and know if Charles’ mouth is as soft as it looks. 

‘Not the time to get rejected, cowboy.’ Arthur swallows. He allows himself a few seconds to get his fill before Charles runs off because he’s a selfish prick when it comes to him, wants Charles all to himself if he could have him, but instead, Charles is gearing up to host the worst game of tag Arthur’s ever played. He huffs. ‘This is a stupid fucking plan.’ 

“I know it’s a stupid fucking plan,” Charles agrees, because who else would he be if he also wasn’t smart like that. Maybe that’s another reason why Arthur’s in love with him.

And because it’s a stupid plan, maybe that’s why Charles kisses him too. 

It’s the shortest, roughest kiss Arthur’s ever had. It’s all force and no finesse, no time to get a good enough feel for each other, and their teeth clicked on first impact, but by God is he gonna think about it for the rest of his life. He doesn’t care that the guys are watching and that Bill is flinging all kinds of insults because he’s a bitch who can’t let Arthur live. Hell, the Pinkerton’s could open fire on them now and Arthur wouldn’t bat an eye. As long as his last conscious thought is Charles’ lips on his and Charles’ hand moving to cradle his jaw and Charles Charles Charles. Arthur doesn’t give a flying fuck. 

It’s over before it could get started, and Arthur is left a little lightheaded from the shock of it all. He’s not shaking anymore, the hand twisted in Charles’ dress shirt isn’t trembling, only pulling him closer because Arthur is selfish and he wants the full line of Charles’ everything pressed against him, but Charles pushes him away, breaks their kiss with a breathless gasp. 

“I’ll find you after,” he promises, eyes doing that thing to Arthur’s insides he’s only recently come to realize is just the overall effect Charles has on him. “I swear.”

He’s off after that, and Arthur is left standing there, a little off his center of gravity and more than peeved that their first kiss wasn’t under the stars near a glowing campfire like how he’d envisioned it. 

He walks in front of them, then breaks out into a run. The Pinkerton’s immediately chase after him, and in the midst of Arthur watching the whole thing go down like a prisoner in chains, Dutch turns to him, expression unreadable. 

“That is one of the most beautiful acts I’ve ever saw.” He checks for the clear then motions for them to follow. “Come on.”

They make it a total of five steps forward before Arthur swivels towards the lot of them, gun cocked and voice steely when he says, “Not a fuckin’ word.” 

Javier snorts, hefts Lenny a little higher on his person. “How about five, compadre? Karen owes me twenty bucks.” 

Arthur growls, arms his pistol at Micah and Bill. “I don’t wanna hear anythin’ from either of you, if you say some vile shit about me and Charles—”

“Don’t get your granny panties in a twist, Morgan,” Bill heaves, moving Hosea so he’s not being completely dragged. “We have more pressing matters to deal with than who you swap spit with.” 

“I’ll bitch about it later,” Micah says, which tears a ‘fuck you’ out of Arthur’s throat, “as for now, that boat’s calling my name and those lawmen,” he points over his shoulder to the flashlights coming dangerously closer, “are on our dicks! Let’s fucking go!” 

No matter how much he wants to shoot both of them because they’re not going to let this little moment go and they will be total assholes when they get back to camp, Arthur can’t argue because the flashlights are closing in and Dutch is nearly out of his sight. 

They make it to the boat and sneak below deck to an empty medbay. Dutch goes to find the captain with a little gold in hand, ‘financial persuasion,’ he called it, while Arthur and Javier get to work on Lenny and Hosea. It’s a grueling task, digging out the broken fragments of a bullet from Lenny’s insides, but they manage it without making him take more damage, and Bill only had to knock him out twice to keep the screaming down. By the time the two of them are all patched up and sleeping in the bunks, Micah found some booze and passed out on the floor. Javier wasn’t too far behind him, followed by Bill, and then it was only Arthur. 

With nothing better to do, Arthur goes to the open window facing the retreating glowing lights of Saint Denis. They departed somewhere around the first time Lenny woke up screaming, and now the city is just a line on the horizon. Arthur’s mind drifts to the camp, wondering if the Pinkerton’s are on their trail now too. He thinks about John and Abigail, worried if either of them are alive, scared that Arthur may return to camp to find Jack without his parents. 

And like how he’s been doing for the past half year, he thinks about Charles. Something in him tells him Charles gave those bastards the slip and he’s safe somewhere, probably lost in the bustle of gossiping men and women demanding to know who could’ve robbed the Lemoyne National Bank and got away with it. 

It sinks in, then, like a bolt from the blue. The robbery, the chase. The bags of gold stashed under the floorboards. They pulled their last heist. The money's theirs. 

Arthur lets out a disbelieving laugh that soon into a full, belly clutching bellow of sheer joy. No more scams and schemes, no more running. He can get some land, settle down, be it in Tahiti or otherwise, Arthur doesn’t know, nor does he care. 

What he does know, however, is that when he returns, he’ll find Charles and they can have a proper first kiss, one without blood and guns and life or death situations. He’ll probably ask Charles to go hunting with him, spend the day shooting game and exchanging tender looks that can last longer than the few seconds Arthur always gave himself. They’ll pitch a tent somewhere in the wild, their bed rolls a little closer than before, sharing a meal with a bottle passed between them. 

Then, as Charles describes the different constellations and explains what the stars and the gods mean to his people, bellies and hearts full, hands touching, thumbs caressing over scarred knuckles, Arthur’ll stop him mid sentence because he’s selfish and he can’t stop himself now he’s gotten a taste. He’ll kiss Charles like he means it, words never said but always felt, exchanging between their lips. Hands and kisses softer than what Arthur could ever deserve because he’s only lived the life of an outlaw, only ever knew how to shoot and survive.

But now, with cash in his pockets and a new dream in mind, one where he’s not just a gunslinger, but maybe a farmer, or a horse rancher—a husband. Yeah. That sounds nice. 

Arthur thinks he can be a little selfish, if just this once. 

[fl3shm4id3n]

Jake with a younger sister reader that went with him to pandora who’s the cool aunt and they love to show her off 💞 I kinda imagine her as Maddy Perez from euphoria

ₐₙ ₐᵤₙₜᵢₑ'ₛ ₗₒᵥₑ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ'ꜱ x ᴀᴜɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: nothing really bad, just reader cursing like a sailor.

A/N: I'm not a fan of Euphoria, but Maddy is my favorite character.

Masterlist

You were living in Pandora with your older brother Jake, due to your age you had to go with him and do some mission after Tommy's death. During the time, things went to shit. Jake fell in love with a na'vi along with the people and the forest of Pandora, then everything went straight to a war. After the battle was won by the na'vi the humans left except for you, and a few others.

Then your brother fully became a na'vi and a the next leader of the Omaticaya. Even though Neytiri didn't like humans, she liked you, since you were her sister in law and she just liked your nature. You and Her were like best friends, even better since you were both in-laws. Then the kids came in, you had become an aunt. You weren't a huge fan of kids, but when you saw your first nephew Neteyam, it all changed. Then Kiri was adopted into the family, as a result of Grace's avatar mysteriously being pregnant. She was now your niece, later came Lo'ak and Tuk. You loved your nieces and nephews with a passion. They were your family, even though they were blue kittens.

They grew and so did you, the older they got the more you grew to love them. You'd spend most of the time hanging out with them, along with Spider, even though he wasn't part of the family, you considered him your other nephew. Since they knew you were from earth like their father, you told them stories about when you lived on earth.

The kids really liked being around you, they'd drag you all over the forest with them, you didn't really mind. You told them about the pageants you used to do, even showed the some pictures that you brought with you. You'd also tell them some embarrassing stories involving both Jake and Tommy. Your brother hated it when you'd expose him like that to his kids. It was funny. You also taught them some slang, like bro, sis, cuz and so one. The thing that they've also picked up was cursing.

It was no secret you cursed like a sailor, you didn't think much of it, until Lo'ak had began to say 'Cunt' at his young age, Jake was not happy about hearing his son saying that word. You'd often tell him that it wasn't a big deal it's just a word, but Jake did not want you to swear around them anymore, specially Tuk who was beginning to speak. You really tried not swear, when you were about to say a bad word, you'd switch it into something else.

You'd also be the type to give them candy before dinner, you had introduced the kids to human candy and they loved them. Jake would tell them no candy before dinner, but you'd always sneakily give them a piece and tell them to eat it quickly.

Neteyam, Kiri and Lo'ak were now in their teens, ready to complete their rites to passage, you didn't really understand the process, but you were still supporting them. When they got their Ikran, you were the most happy for them, you'd basically be telling everyone around you that those kids are your niece and nephew.

Since you showed them off, they'd show you off too, you didn't really get why since you were just a human, but that didn't stop them for doing it. They'd brag to other na'vi kids about how cool you where and other silly things they'd say.

[mycupofteafanzine]

My Cup of Tea contributor announcement: part 1!

We are excited to share our list of artists in the zine! You can also find our cosplayers and writers here. See below the cut for links to their socials and their answers to the question: Why do you love Martin?

Ghoulie | tumblr

Oh man, what's not to love? I fell for him immediately for his sweet nature and softness and ended up admiring his inner strength even more. I see so much of myself in him and he makes me want to be better by killing with kindness and finding beauty and love for others even in the loneliness.

Willow | tumblr twitter insta

martin is just a silly little guy. he is one of my favs of the tma cast bc i love his voice tbh LMAO

Bori | tumblr twitter insta tiktok

He's such a sweet character while also being an absolute bitch when he wants to and I just love that for him!! 80% of my love for him stems from "he's just like me fr" and the other 20 is just "he's so effortlessly funny, damn mister there's-a-door-in-the-way"

Charlie | tumblr

He absolutely steals the show--Where else are you going to find someone with an aficionado for spiders, tea, and lying? The perfect man's right here.

Pikachic | tumblr youtube

The second I heard his voice in podcast I was like “oh no I’m going to love this guy aren’t I” and I was right! I initially just liked him because he was the nice one, but I found myself relating to him a lot and I loved seeing his character arc unfold.

Wormthist | tumblr insta

I really enjoy his growth as a character over the series!

Elias | tumblr

I relate to him, I feel loneliness in a very similar way and I'm way too nice and forgiving to people who may not deserve it. When Annabelle said "Because you always managed to get what you wanted through smiles and shrugs and stammerings that weren’t nearly as awkward as they seemed." I had to reconsider a few things about myself. Also I adore whenever he gets to be a bit bitchy, he's just an interesting character overall.

Sprig | twitter insta

I love Martin because of how passionately loyal he is. It takes a truly special person to prefer the world ending over losing someone they love. He deserves as much love as he gives out.

Dol | tumblr

I’m bad at putting feelings into words, but let’s give it a shot. Martin is a well written and complex character, and his arcs throughout the podcast really gets to me— but in a good way! A lot of the things that he say in relation to the Lonely and general loneliness hits quite a bit close to home, and not to mention his responses to situations and the occasional comedic/light-hearted moments that just,, make him Him! He’s portrayed realistically to me (or, well, as realistically a horror anthology podcast can be), and is just,,, a really good character trying to make the best out of the situation he is given. But I get sad thinking about him so thinking of him being happy is also ideally the short version to this aha

Squeeney | tumblr insta

I really connected to his storyline with the Lonely and his overall struggle to be the one that 'keeps it together'. He's incredibly multifaceted, like many characters in TMA, and I love the way his character is explored through how others choose to perceive him and his actions.

GUTPUNKS | twitter insta neocities

squishy

saintmalev | twitter

He represents that we can all just but that little guy who can do great things and fall in love. The epitome of 'the littlest people can make the biggest difference'.

Ochre | tumbr ko-fi

he tries his best <3

yakov-ukha | tumblr

Great guy, hater of rollercoasters, overall exquisite person.

Lee | tumblr

Martin has been such a relatable character to me and thats why I first started liking him. I slowly fell in love with how silly, cute and sweet his character can be.

Hawkfurze | tumblr

I love him for being both a sweet character and being so so flawed, its much more interesting than the blundering sweetheart they could have went with

Butzenscheibe | tumblr

he's a great representation for all us people pleasers, those guilty of self isolation and people with hearts big enough for everyone but themselves. he is someone you're not sad to recognize yourself in and it's a thing of great importance

Jox | tumblr twitter tiktok

Mmmartin,,, Martin is a huge comfort character for me and I heavily relate to him alot, i love his character development over the series and his interactions/ appearances too. I found that he was the first character i started liking when first listening to the magnus archives !

Mossii | tumblr tiktok youtube

mmmmmmartin. I think he's an incredibly well written character. The way he interacts with and is affected by trauma is very well done, not to mention how it then changes the way he experiences and approaches relationships. Overall he's a very three-dimensional character, something that probably isn't easy to create with an audio-only format. Also he's sassy.

K.M. | tumblr

I’m accidentally a Jon kinnie so did I really ever have a choice? Big /jk there. An honest answer would have to be how much he kept surprising me- kept me coming back for more!

Gammija | tumblr insta

There's a lot of answers to this, but most of all I love how multi-faceted he is. He's kind, a people pleaser, he wants everyone to be happy, and he's passive aggressive and needs his alone time. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he lies about stuff all the time. He avoids acknowledging the awful truth as long as possible, and he has already considered the worst case scenario. And on top of all that he likes spiders. Character of all time.

Xenoglssie | tumblr

I like that he’s sympathetic and emotionally intelligent, but also kind of really mean. He’s a really well written character.

Leland | tumblr insta

Because he's Martin!

Wyatt | tumblr insta

"I can't hear you, Elias, there's a door in the way" or whatever the quote is ywy

Taro | tumblr insta

I have a crush on him <3 also because he's such a multifaceted character with so many layers to him. I love his bitchy side and his sweet side. He's very dear to me and I relate to him in some aspects.

Candlecoo | tumblr

Martin is just such a strong character emotionally, he is the teams rock taking the blunt of everyone's (mostly Jon's) outbursts yet still comforts them when he can. He's not perfect but he try's. and I think that's rather admirable. He's also really funny and relatable too, but that's just an added bonus.

FateSpoiled | twitter insta

It's Martin, have you seen him? No but, for real, he's such a sweet character who goes through so much across each season, and grows from each experience. His character development from that soft, bumbling idiot (as John portrays him) into the Antichrist's +1 is beautiful to watch, and, quite frankly, I love his voice!

Starryspells | tumblr twitter insta

Martin is a character that slowly found his way into my heart! He has so much depth to him beyond first glance, and I really resonated with his story and feelings! I’m overwhelmed with gratitude at the opportunity to express my love for this character!

[bluebirdinhissky]

A best friend’s duty is to help you overcome your fears.

Hyunjin x Y/N.

I didn’t expect this to turn into a series but I feel like it should be this way. Also, sorryyy! I know I’m so late in the timelines because tbh I thought about this when they were going to Australia but somehow whenever I tried to write I would be blocked. I apologize for grammar mistakes. Thank you everyone who has been reading so far, really thank you.

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Hyunjin already knew she would say NO. “I’d rather die than set foot in Hell on Earth”, she would probably say (Hell on Earth = Australia). He’d hear her say how it’s the one place where every nightmare-ish creature could crawl out in your bedroom, bathroom, street, beach or basically just everywhere you were and kill you. “I rather not die from a spider bite or simply touching a leaf”, she’d say. He would sometimes like to tease her about her aversion towards Australia, but this time he was about asking her to join him and the guys for their shows there.

He asked Felix and Chan for help. He asked them to talk wonders about their country to her, and they would do so with a passion that would make anyone want to travel there as soon as possible, but not her. It didn’t matter how many times they told her she would most likely never even get to see a spider the size of her hands just roaming around the city. Hyunjin was starting to feel defeated.

One cloudy night, Hyunjin was feeling anxious. He started to paint to relax but he kept being unhappy with the results. He sighed and threw his brushes to the side. He stood up and made his way to the roof of the apartment. He had a spot to sit down and look at the city lights whenever he felt like it, and that night he just wanted to feel the cool breeze on his face.

He was a bit surprised to find the spot wasn’t empty. SHE was there, a startled look on her face.

“You scared me”

“Am I that ugly?. Beastie, what are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep”

Hyunjin reached her side and sat down beside her. The city lights from downtown’s skyscrapers were dim, semi-hidden behind a thin fog that made the scenery look like out of a movie.

“Are you okay?”, he asked after a few seconds.

“Yes, I think I just had too much coffee. Are you okay?”

“Yes” he smiled softly and lingered his gaze on the buildings far away. She noticed and looked intently at them too. Silence followed for a couple of minutes, where she leaned her head down to Hyunjin’s shoulders and he wrapped his arm around her. He felt his heart racing and hoped those moments could last forever.

“Can you imagine” she broke the silence with her soft voice, almost as if she was talking to herself only “what would we do if we were looking at those buildings and suddenly a Godzilla sized creature showed up?”

Hyunjin snorted.

“Well, beastie, I think we would be doomed. And we would spend our last moments together”

“What if the creature doesn’t come this way. We just see everything from far”

“We’d still be doomed”

“That’s scary”, she said hiding her face in his chest.

“Come now, aren’t you the one who loves Godzilla?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean it’s not scary”

“Speaking about scary stuff…” Hyunjin cleared his throat “I want you to come to Australia with me. With us I mean…”

“Hyunjin…” she rolled her eyes.

“I know, I know, “spiders the size of my hand”, I promise you, most places have pest control systems”

“Hyunjin…”

Hyunjin gave her his best puppy eyes.

“Pleaseeee beastie”, he was now being playfully dramatic “I can’t live without you”

“What if I DO see a spider and I get bitten and I die?”

“You won’t die. And if you do, I’ll catch the same spider and get bitten too”

“Calm down, Romeo”, she laughed and he laughed too. There was a bit of silence after that.

“Well. Let’s do this: let’s sleep together” he smirked “I mean sleep in the same room. We take turns sleeping”. She sighed.

“You promise you’ll keep me safe?”

“I promise” he said softly.

“Fine. I’ll go with you to Hell”

He made a fist to the sky as sign of victory and then hugged her hard.

Maybe his plans to confess were finally on the right path.

[qcomicsy]

Things about Peter Parker that warms my heart:

- He wakes up at Mary Jane's side everyday.

- He probably took many naps with Torch when they lived together.

- He definitely had/has a portifolio fill with photos of Spider-Man and random moments in new york, specially with the citizens;

- He canonically keeps photos of Gwen, the coffee bean gang and MJ with him;

- He's low profile and has to constantly update his knowledge about cyber security;

- He really enjoys the moments he gets to just sit and talk with the random team-up of the month;

- He used to wake up to the smell of aunt May's coffee;

- He's constantly under the effect of caffeine;

- He has a tired baby face. Meaning he always had a babyface, but the older he gets the more tired he looks and he hates it because the babyface it's still there. It's the John Mulaney effect of "Oh that tall child look terrible!";

- He looks like your random STEM nerdy guy, it gets him bitches and he has no idea of that;

- His best friend (torch) is pan so theres a huge probability that he attended pride as Peter Parker once or twice;

- He and others superheros always keep an eye at pride and others protests to make sure everyone it's safe;

- He doesn't trust cops, but tries to believe it must be good people out there (sweet poor summer child);

- His nature and nurture is kind and he fucking hates it. He's always like "Can't I let it go just this time? And no. He can't;

- Everyone loves him, he's just that guy. A lot people hate his guts because he's also that guy.

- Big brown doe eyes *sight*;

- Has no idea about how pretty he is, has a certa idea about how hot he is;

- "Yes my wife is hotter than me, yes I'm aware about how much cooler she is too but *I* got the funny bone in this relationship";

- Is unsufferable;

- cries at queer weddings;

- cries a lot how much a middle age man can cry, fuck he was supposed to stop that at highschool goddamit-

- Hate's men with passion will get annoying about how much he hates men;

- Easily makes friendship with woman, is the "I'll awkwardly wait them in front of the woman's bathroom" type of guy vibes;

- Bad dad jokes since he was fourteen;

- Was hated in highschool, slighted less hated in college, very well liked by his work colleges;

- "I don't have anxiety I don't have money to afford have anxiety I am currently undiagnosing myself as we speak";

- Hating men will not stopping him from flirting with them what? what are you homophobic or something???

- "Wdym my hair is a mess I just- *checks mirror* oh FOR FUCK SAKE-"

- He is that guy:

- That's him and Johnny and he is SO MAD about it;

- And he and johnny are that tiktok meme where those two friends are always on eachother instagram because they always take photos together.

- That's him and Deadpool when they finally got better at being friends with eachother:

Deadpool does takes pictures of him but they always end up being like that (hehateshimsomuch):

- That's how he knows deadpool is in new york because he sends him aligned with "this u" meme

- He also does that when they're text arguing "wade i WILL fuckig kill you";

- misspell when angry, misspell when sad, misspell regardless.

[monstraduplicia]

tag game!!

tagged by @saltbind tysm <3333

Do you make your bed? not unless I'm changing the sheets or having company over. I don't really see the point in it for me

What's your favorite number? 25 and 23. don't ask me why they've just stuck

What is your job? I am a housemom at a strip club. Basically I keep the dressing room clean, take care of the dancers, count money, and do paperwork. it's a fun job that really works for me, but the pay isn't like. the best ever.

If you could go back to school, would you? literally if I had the time and money I would love to finish my degree so I could get an actual adult job (or be a teacher like I've always wanted) but alas.

Can you parallel park? I've never tried and I think I would be too scared to try if the situation arose

A job you had that would surprise people? I've only ever had the one job but it surprises people all the time bc they don't know it even exists

Do you think aliens are real? probably but that has nothing to do with me so I don't have much of an opinion. I feel the same way about God

Can you drive a manual car? nope

What's your guilty pleasure? i am not catholic so i do not feel guilt about things that bring me pleasure but I do get embarrassed sometimes. reading fanfiction when I'm hyperfixating on something is high on the embarrassing list. not bc it's fanfiction but specifically the subject matter

Tattoos? none. ideally I would like some but i have zero pain tolerance and also zero money so never gonna happen

Favorite color? black, red, all shades of brown, burnt orange, and mustard yellow

Favorite type of music? most genres of rock, especially 90s alt

Do you like puzzles? i love puzzles!!!!!! it's why I love putting furniture together bc it's just a big puzzle

Any phobias? no. I've never been like. needlessly scared of things. I do really fucking hate spiders though

Favorite childhood sport? I've never liked sports like. at all? dodgeball was kind of fun if I had to pick one. does that even count?

Do you talk to yourself? constantly just not out loud. I have a never ending stream of consciousness at all times that shifts from narrating to conversing with myself to first person analysis of what I'm doing/seeing

What movies do you adore? dangerous question for me but some of my favorites are: velvet Goldmine, mysterious skin, dazed and Confused, empire records, chained, shame, cruel intentions, deadgirl, Detroit rock city, the dreamers, the cell, interview with the vampire, magnolia, labyrinth, hard candy, sex lies and videotape, mirrormask, amelie, fallen angels, almost famous, before sunrise, one hour photo, possum, the devils candy, all that jazz, the boat that rocked, slc punk, the fifth element, st elmos fire, the company of wolves, the passenger, like minds, a reflection of fear, the holdovers, and dinner in america

Coffee or tea? tea bc I hate coffee with a passion but I'm not even that big a fan of tea

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? when I was a kid I wanted to be an actress or singer, but I've wanted to be a teacher since I was like 14

tagging: @emiliosandozsequence @vampireassistant @mrcrepsley @planswithinplans @maythyknife @jamesheathridge

[ssseriema]

figured id send something more positive too and i thought this might make you laugh, but im like slowly working on my fear of bugs and my arachnophobia and im trying to do so by like. this is so silly but ive been just like addressing bugs as little people. like i say hi to ants like theyre my homies and i talk to little pill bugs and beetles and stink bugs and moths, and im getting way better with bees!! bees used to scare me a lot but im getting a lot better with making myself relax when they fly by instead of freaking out because i know they wont just sting me unless i provoke them or make them scared, and ive even been able to like gently help some moths out when theyre in trouble or i see them hurt themselves :) even with the spiders thing ive been trying to slowly get more comfortable like... existing near them, kind of a "you stay in your space and ill stay in mine" and i used to talk to the spiders on my balcony and joke around like "i respect women at work so much godspeed women" @ the spider 😭 just thought this would make you smile :) also bug facts are super helpful!! actually learning about them and learning which ones are harmless or harmful and learning facts about them and learning that they wont hurt me if i dont hurt them has been so helpful :) just a silly little positive update :D im still scared, especially of spiders, but im trying my best!!! ❤️

waitttt thats so cute.. its true... bugs are like little guys. and hey the fact that youre tryna overcome your fear of bugs is already like massive and really awesome and brave. i know its hard cause my big sister has always been afraid of me and i know several people who will scream at butterflies or ants. i dont blame them for that tbh, everyones got their own phobias and icks and fears, but my respect for a person increases dramatically when they still try to be kind to those creatures regardless, they are trying to make it in this world as any other animal is (including us!!!)

and i agree that knowing more about bugs can help you be less afraid of them!!! im gonna say a secret and reveal that i didnt always like bugs lol. it wasnt until end of highschool/start of college that my interest really was sparked by them. the only experiences with bugs i remember really well from when i was young are when ants once climbed up my shoes and legs, being scared shitless of bees (and even more wasps), and being really grossed out by roaches. however, educating oneself does wonders, and it turns out that you can even discover one of your biggest passions through it!!!! like its a little crazy going from highschool (didnt like bugs) to going all the way to chicago just to see some of them. thats why at every opportunity i have i try to share my limited knowledge, others learn something new and i get a chance to nerd out!

just today i mentioned the sound of the cicadas while i was hanging out with my physics lab mates, and one of them was like "oh yeah i always wondered what those were, thought they were like grasshoppers or something. do they bite?" the answer is no, and its like wonderful that i know enough about cicadas to say that and maybe even soothe someones apprehension of them

about spiders, one little guy that ive heard helps people with arachnophobia are jumping spiders! theres a ton of videos on youtube about building little vivariums and habitats for them, and the spiders themselves are really cute. personally when i see a jumping spider i get really excited because they have awesome colors/patterns and theyre small and smart enough that i know theres no way they will hurt me. ive even tried to handle a couple of them (sorry spiders for bothering you) and they are just one of the most pleasant creatures ive met (they are pretty darty and they jump tho so it can be easy to get spooked when you dont expect it lmao)

so yeah, my hats off to you. since i started paying attention to bugs my life has gotten a little brighter (and its also inspired me to go outside more lolol). it makes me happy when my friends send me pictures of bugs because they think theyre cool or they wanna ask me what the bug is, because it means i have more chances to engage with the world of arthropods AND talk to my friends! maybe even make new ones! who fuckin knows

[amandasstuffq]

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Ignore all the random stuff it's just notes and other weird stuff

Summary: stomach flu with my babies Frankie and Jude

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Whenever Frankie awoke to the sound of crying and retching from either side of his shared room, he knew that the day had already gone to shit. It wasn't like other days were much better, but this was true hell. He hated sickness with a passion, and other people being sick made things worse. They were entirely too whiny.

"Frankie!" Jude, one of his younger adoptive brothers, wailed from the left bathroom.

Frankie rolled over, grabbed his pillow, and jammed it over his ears in hopes to block out his brother. "I'm asleep!"

His younger brother tried to say something else, but it was cut off by a very violent sounding gag. Frankie grumbled before his damned sympathy got the best of him, and he shoved his blankets aside to get up. Despite his two younger brothers being extremely annoying, Frankie would be lying if he said he didn't love Jude and his other younger brother, Jaeden.

Frankie had been pulled from his original home whenever he was barely six years old. So many houses later, and a very defiant and angry Frankie landed in the home of Adam Wallas and Max Brown. It has taken a while to get used to being somewhere so stable. Other homes had used punishment and fear as a means to get Frankie to listen; even though it never worked, it felt nice to not have to worry about various means of trouble.

Whenever Frankie got settled enough to be civil and even nice to his foster dads, they introduced the idea of a new sibling. A little perturbed, Frankie backed away from the idea immediately. A new kid meant all of the attention wouldn't be on him anymore, and Frankie didn't like to lie that he hated the attention from his foster dads. 

Eventually though, Frankie came around to the idea of a new kid. He was around ten at the time, so a new playmate sounded quite nice. Around Christmas, Adam and Max got a placement, but something they didn't mention to Frankie was that they were actually in the right space to have two more children, and two more came. A set of twins, Jude and Jaeden. They were just four when they came to stay with Adam and Max. 

They cried a ton which made Frankie quite mad. He hated loud noises but so did the toddlers. Going back to some of his more defiant actions, Frankie would take every opportunity to yell at something. A spider? He would yell. Drop something? He would yell, and Frankie always made sure that he was around the twins. It drove Adam and Max absolutely insane. It lasted for a good three months before Frankie's foster dads took action.

"We understand that you want our attention, but that isn't the way to get it." Adam said sternly. "You have to stop scaring Jude and Jaeden if you want to become permanent in our household."

Frankie was tall for his age, standing at a good five foot six. Adam was short for his age, standing at five foot seven. Since Frankie was nearly as tall as his foster father, he stepped closer, nearly bumping chests with him. Frankie had an infuriated scowl on his face. All of his previous foster fathers had been so much taller than him that he couldn't intimidate them; they also hadn't been kind enough to care. 

"What are you going to do if I don't stop? Are you going to hit me?" Frankie tested the waters for how far Adam will go to save Jude and Jaeden's feelings.

Adam stayed calm and gently took a step back from Frankie. "Fran, you know Max nor I would ever hit you. This coping strategy with change isn't good for you, and you know it."

This was when Frankie felt his aggravated emotions skyrocket and his blood boiling over the edge of the imaginary pot. How did Adam know what was good for him? He only knew Frankie for two years! That's definitely not enough time to try and get on his level, much less to talk about his coping skills! It's not right for an adult to try and relate with Frankie; no adult would ever understand. Nobody would ever understand!

"I hate you! I wish I'd never came here, and I wish those two babies were never born!"  Frankie shrieked in his squeaky, ten-year-old voice.

With that, he stopped off to what he called his room, expecting another move quickly after his outburst. He grabbed his previously filled trash bag and started to shove all the clothes he could fit, his favorite toy, and his teddy bear into it. It's not like after an argument that bad Adam and Max would keep him around Jude and Jaeden. It was unheard of for a foster parents to ever listen to the older kid; they always listened to the younger kid, coddled the younger kid, loved the younger kid more. Frankie heard the phone ring.

After a while of sitting and waiting for Adam to come and tell him that he was moving, the moment finally came where the door was opened. Adam and Max came strolling in his room like nothing out of the ordinary happened. Jude and Jaeden were still in their nap phase after all this time, so they were probably cuddled up together on the couch. Frankie threw his trash bag at their feet and crossed his arms defiantly, bracing himself for the talk ahead.

"Frankie," Max said. "uncross your arms and unpack your stuff.

Frankie looked up at his foster dad with a bewildered expression. Were they not kicking him out after what he said? A smile spread across Adam's face. It was like a smile just belonged there; he was always cracking a stupid joke or laughing loudly. All of his laughs came straight up from his heart. it was extremely refreshing to be around a parent who knew when to laugh at something Frankie said and when to be stern.

"We aren't sending you anywhere else other than here, so you can get that thought out of your head." Adam continued.

Max nodded his head at his boyfriend's declaration. "We just need to talk about your behavior towards Jude and Jaeden, and why you're acting this way."

Abort! Frankie hated feelings talk; he hated everything about feelings in general, and he never wanted to talk about them. His actions were even worse of a conversation topic because he didn't know why he did most things! He let his heart take the wheel and didn't think about anything until the end. You see; if he thought about what he could've said earlier, he never would've said he wished Jude and Jaeden weren't born. That was just asking to get sent away which he didn't even really want to happen.

Completely closing off his responses, Frankie pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on top. "I don't want to, Max."

"Oh, come on, Fran!" Adam said with a big grin. "When has Frankie Wallas ever not do something because he was being a chicken."

Frankie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "My last name isn't Wallas; yours is."

"I'll tell you why I said that whenever you tell us why you yelled about Jude and Jaeden."

Frankie sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers. It was a way to calm himself down; the spots that it made were interesting to focus on. Frankie had a very bloody internal battle over whether he was going to admit his reasoning behind wanting his foster dads' attention. It really wasn't all that big of a deal to tell them, but that would be admitting that Frankie needed support. That was something that seemed somewhat like a failure, but Frankie really wanted to know the reason behind Adam calling Frankie 'Frankie Wallas'.

"I don't like the babies because, whenever they get older, you'll love them more than me!" Frankie exclaimed.

Adam's smile dimmed, and he made his way cautiously across the room to where Frankie sat on his bed. Whenever Frankie didn't shy away from the close proximity, Adam took it as an okay to sit beside him on the bed. It was also refreshing to not have a parent that was afraid to approach Frankie, but he'd never say it to Adam's face. That was also admitting he needed support, and that doesn't fly in Frankie's mind.

"Fran, we'd never love Jude and Jaeden more than you. If anything, they love you more than they love us. Have you ever wondered why they gravitate towards you?" Adam's hand laid itself on Frankie's back.

That certainly was true, Frankie admitted to himself. No matter how loud he screamed, Jude and Jaeden would always hug him when he came home from school. They would always babble in their four-year-old talk in high squeaky voices. They were always invading his bed and cuddling up into his side. It was weird for Frankie to have little siblings who cared for him or even little siblings at all. He was usually the youngest in his foster families.

"I guess so. But how do I know that you won't stop loving me?" Frankie muttered, almost leaning into Adam's touch. Almost.

Max came around on his other side and sat down. "Fran, if we were ever going to stop loving you, tell me why Adam and I agreed with the agency to adopt you." 

Frankie's mind short-circuited. Adoption? He was going to stay here? He stuttered a few seconds before closing his mouth again, trying not to convey his happiness. In all honesty, he really did need Max and Adam; they were the only set of foster parents he'd ever had that took the time of day to get to know Frankie rather than just boss him around all day. Bossing Frankie around never went very well.

"You want to adopt me?" Frankie asked incredulously.

"Of course we do." Adam said with that signature, bright smile on his face.

He pulled Frankie into a hug; and for once, Frankie smiled. A real, genuine smile.

As Jude and Jaeden grew up, they came to be very smart kids. Got good grades in everything, never missed a question. Where they lacked was in social cues and emotions. They were smart but at what cost? Adam and Max always made sure to stroke their ego for every good paper they brought home; now, don't get Frankie wrong, Adam and Max loved Frankie just as much as Jude and Jaeden. After two years and three adoptions later, they managed to convince him.

Where Frankie really excelled was in sports. Basketball was totally his passion. Adam and Max pushed him into doing soccer, and he hated it. He said he would never trust their judgement for extracurriculars ever again, but that didn't last for long whenever they suggested a basketball summer camp during the summer before his sixth grade year. In one of his previous homes, Frankie had watched women's basketball almost every single day. The house was all girls besides for him, so it was pretty much useless to try and persuade them to watch men's basketball.

"Frankie!" Jude's distressed voice brought Frankie back into reality.

Frankie got up from his warm, amazing bed and stretched for a moment. The left bathroom was always cold, especially when it's winter. That's why it's Jude and Jaeden's bathroom. They loved the cold weather and got hot extremely easy, and nobody was a fan of Jude and Jaeden's attitudes when they were too hot. 

"I'm coming, Jude." Frankie called out sleepily.

Padding his way to the bathroom, Frankie heard Jude groan out in agony. He hated to think of his little brother in pain, but it was kind of funny. That was just who Frankie was; he found the worst kind of things funny. Laughing in unideal situations was his forte. As he entered the bathroom, he was met with a lot of annoying things. Smells, sights, sounds, all of them. Jude was crumpled against the toilet with his head resting on the seat. His hands were thrown lazily around the bowl.

Frankie kneeled down, trying to ignore the horrible stench coming from his little brother, and put a hand on his forehead. It was absolutely burning! Frankie chewed on his lip contemplatively for a moment before reaching up into the cabinet above the mirror to get the thermometer. Getting back into his knees, Frankie grabbed Jude's face gently and pulled it up where he could see and reach it.

"It'll be okay, Jude. I just have to find out your temperature to tell Adam and Max." Frankie explained softly.

"Fran, why do you not call them dad?" Jude opened his mouth to take the thermometer in.

"Because they aren't my dads. I wouldn't expect you to understand, not really. They're basically all you've ever known since you could remember but not me." 

This is probably the most open he'd ever been with Jude. Opening up to his younger brothers was always something his foster dads were fond of, but Frankie never really warmed up to the idea. Opening up was hard enough, but his younger brothers weren't the most sympathetic kids in the world. They were actually the opposite. Emotions never came easily to them. If somebody was crying, they'd stray as far away as they could. Jude and Jaeden were also insensitive little shits whenever they wanted to be. Mostly all the time, that is.

But apparently, this was moment where Jude was softer than usual.

"Well, if they're not your dads, how are you my brother? Because you're obviously my brother!" Jude lifted his head off the toilet and laid it on Frankie's arm.

Frankie stiffened a little at the sudden touch, but he eventually leaned into it. "Yes, you are my brother. It's just different with parents, Jude. I don't think I'll ever think of them as my dads no matter how hard I want to."

"Then how are they my dads?" 

"You do know we're not related by blood, right?"

Jude seemed to be recalibrating. It wasn't like it was a huge shock; not to Frankie anyway. Jude had dark, black hair that was loosely curly since he came from Persian ancestors. Of course, Jaeden looked the same as he and Jude were identical twins. No matter how often people said 'the more the merrier', it was never true for Jude and Jaeden. One was more than enough for the Wallas'. 

Jude looked up at Frankie sadly. "We aren't brothers?" 

"You're sad about that?" Frankie rolled his eyes fondly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" 

"You're an insensitive asshole most of the time, Jude. You certainly don't act like you'd miss me."

"Well, I would; and for your information, you don't act like you'd miss me much either."

"Well, I would."

Jude looked up at him for a second before smiling his stupid, innocent smile that drew people in from everywhere. His smile that could win him every toy that came from a children's restaurant. His smile that even made Frankie love him no matter how much of a little weirdo he was being. Jude Wallas was a one of a kind, and everybody knew it. 

"You'd miss me if I was gone, Fran?" Jude grinned even larger than before, but this was an evil grin.

Frankie scoffed and pushed Jude's face off his arm softly. "You just can't be serious for one second.

"You don't like serious conversations. I know that about you." 

"Whatever."

Frankie got up off of his knees and stretches his arms high above his head. Since Jude had stopped throwing up, Frankie would deposit him in his bed then go check on Jaeden. Jaeden was more of an independent, quiet soul than his twin brother. It was obvious by just looking at them. 

Despite his earlier turmoil about his siblings, he decided in that moment that he truly loved them. 

He always will.

Notes:

There will be more Jaeden content, but I really love Frankie and Jude's relationship.

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[michygranger23]

Ok I'm now in my computer so I can write better the second part of my Spider-Man AU hehe. OK HERE WE GO LET'S START!!

Spider-Man Dream "Mirage-Spider" (Earth 120899)

Dream is a 23 year old man who lives in the city of New York with his little brother Tommy (their parents died in a car crash when Dream was 15 and Tommy 10, they were sent to an orphanage since they didn't have any family to take care of them, when Dream became a legal adult, he got a job and went to live in an apartament with his brother). Dream works as a part-time.job assistant coder in one of Alchemax's buildings, he helps in a minimal way to program different systems that the company needs to perform their activities (you could say he's like the plummer of coding lol). He's also studying in the L'Manburg College to be a writer, since that's one of his passions. His best friends are George and Sapnap, the first one works at the Alchemax´s laboratories, studying different properties of spiders; the second one is his classmate in college, Sapnap is studying to be an athletic coach. Sapnap knows George because they used to go to high-school and became good friends.

He has a very good relationship with his brother, even when he ends up very tired from college and work, he tries to always make time to hear Tommy ramble about his day and hear how he has been, and they do different activities depending on their mood and energy, sometimes they play video-games, others they watch a movie, in others they play some board-games, or others they just cuddle (platonic only/srs) in one bed and just relax with the presence of each other.

One day on work, George calls for Dream to help him with a program he's having trouble with, Dream goes to the laboratory George is (it's full with spiders in cristal cages btw) and tries to help him. Neither George or Dream notice the spider that managed to crawl out of the cage and to Dream's neck. Dream is bitten and slaps the spider out of him, George tries to help Dream with the bite with a first-aid kit but scolds Dream for killing one of his experiments. He recommends Dream going home early and to rest, since he started to look like having symptoms of a fever. Dream follows his instructions and goes home. Tommy was already home since high school was finished for that day, he tried to tell Dream about his day, but his brother told him he was feeling sick so he needed to rest. Tommy understood and went quiet (but he left him a cup of water with some pills on the bedside table and put a blanket over him when Dream fell asleep without changing his uniform on his bed)

After that incident, Dream got his powers, being the typical Spider-Man abilities, but with a new one included: He is able to manipulate existing cristal, like a window, ice, etc. This also includes the reflection it produces, meaning that is a very useful power if he needs to fool the police to get out of a scene. This power is not too strong but he's working to make it better. NOTE: He can only manipulate cristal that already exists, he can't create new one). Because of his weird behaviour and having compared Spider-Man's powers with the properties of the spider that bit Dream, George is the first one to know Spider-Man's secret identity. He tells this to Dream, and at first he calls him crazy for thinking that, but after George showing a lot of evidence, he accepts defeat. After that George is able to create a better suit for Dream (he used materials he had at home to make his original one).

Because of his job as a coder, a student from college, and being a vigilante that saves New York everyday from crime, he doesn't have much time to spend with Tommy anymore, which Tommy always says he understands this and it's okay with it, because he knows his big brother has worked very hard to get both of them a stable life, so he accepts it (even tho Tommy secretly misses hanging out with his brother, talking about whatever nonsense he wanted to tell and always being heard, play games with him, or just relax by his presence. But he doesn't want to make him feel bad, so he doesn't says anything) (And the same feeling goes for Dream as well).

One night, Dream arrives home very late after a patrol, he's frozen when he sees Tommy sitting in his bed, looking at him -without his mask- (he took it off because he thought Tommy would be asleep because of the hour and wouldn't bee seen by anyone. He didn't thought Tommy would be waiting for him to arrive home, and even less to be in his room -Tommy wanted to feel Dream's presence while waiting for him, so he waited in his brother's room-). Tommy obviously is very shocked and confused by discovering his big brother is the vigilante he has admired since the day he appeared in the city. They get into an argument about Dream risking his life everyday and for not telling him his secret sooner (he felt betrayed when Dream accidentally said that George knew the secret first, and he felt dumb for not realizing sooner this, he felt like he didn't knew his brother that well as the thought so before).

The next day when Dream went to patrol Tommy tried to stop him, he told him he didn't want to lose the only family he had left, he didn't want to see him hurt. Dream told him everything was going to be fine, that he would be there for him always when he was in trouble, that he had his big brother to protect him (it's the same words he told him the night they received the news about his parents, and he has kept that promise since that day)

That day he had a battle with the Vulture in the top of a clock (who I think could be Punz, idk he fits good with the selling illegal weapons and all that), Tommy was near one of the buildings watching the scene (he sneaked out of the house, he wanted to make sure his brother was alright, and also because he wanted to see Dream's fighting style -he still admired the vigilante, and knowing now it was his brother, he admired him more-). When Dream notices Tommy being near, he tries to redirect Vulture's attacks so they can move to another place, so he wouldn't be near Tommy. Vulture, noticing this behaviour, he observes where Dream's glance goes to in those moments he looks away. He notices Tommy, and he takes him as a hostage, thinking that maybe Mirrage-Spider will do what he demands. Dream demands Vulture to let go of the citizen, but Vulture doesn't budge, he demands Mirrage to return him the weapons he took from him, or the kid would get it. Dream did as told, he threw the bag back to him, and told him to let go of the child. Vulture did as asked. He threw Tommy inside the clock. Dream launched one of his webs to Tommy so it would stuck with him and prevent him from hitting the floor. But as in the Andrew Garfield's movie and scene, the force of the web catching Tommy made Tommy's neck snap and killed him.

Dream was left devastated, he lost the only family he had left. He hugged Tommy very hard, hugged him as if he was hiding a small child in his arms, shielding him from the cruel world, his big brother was here, he would always be there to save him from evil...until he didn't.

That day Dream promised himself to never get attached to anyone else, because he feared that he would lose them. He promised himself to always work hard to be a better version of himself. He promised he wouldn't reveal to anyone his secret identity, only George would know. He promised his brother he would try to save everyone he could, to never let evil touch them, because Mirrage was here to save the day, and he would honor his memory by doing so.

He visits Tommy's grave every Friday (that's the day they usually hanged out the most before becoming Mirrage). He tells him stories about his patrols, the jokes Sapnap tells him in class, the way his relationship with George has developed into maybe something more than friends (but he doesn't want to take the next step, he doesn't want to lose him as well). He tells him he feels sorry for not being a good big brother, for failing him when he needed him the most, and that he understands if he never get forgiven by his spirit, that he doesn't deserve his kidness and his love, and that he misses him, and he loves him so much.

OK WOW THAT WAS A LOT MORE TEXT THAN THE PREVIOUS ONE I THINK HAHA. I literally come up with this ideas as I write this, so that's why it can get so long and a bit messy haha. I still have another post for how the discduo spider-man's meet and extra info. But I think that's going to be for tomorrow lol. FOR NOW I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS GIANT TEXT LOL/lh/pos

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Got some more :D

1: what apps do they like to use? I can see them using twitter & maybe TikTok; probably do silly videos on there.

2: did Nightwing & starfire, plus mar’i tried to hide their superhero identity from Jake? (Probably did the same before mar’i got her powers too.)

3: how would a starburst duo movie start?

4: besides spider-man, do they like other spider-man stuff like the venom movie?

5: do they play battle royale games? I can see them both playing Fortnite (& doing the dances both in & out of costumes) but Chris likes COD Warzone & Jake like apex legends.

6: silly question, since they are pre-teens almost & have girlfriends, what do they prefer: butts or boobs? or personality XD

Sorry for the wait @gothicghost2000 But Here we are XD

1. They have three primary social apps: YouTube (the first one respectively), Twitter and Tumblr. All three apps have specific tools The Duo can use for their particular hobbies and interests, Tumblr for example being the blog space where they can give their predicts and hypotheses about their favorite ongoing shows and where it can go from there.

YouTube is their video library place, for all sorts including live streams, recaps of favorite shows/games, and yes thank to the Shorts function, TikTok style videos. Chris and Jake thankfully have both Jake’s tech expertise and even Oracle on some occasions to help them make sure they don’t get busted for copyright by the algorithms.

2. Not entirely actually. Even as a toddler, Jake was a relatively smart cookie and everyone knew it so before he was able to piece it altogether by the time he was 3 to 4 in his own way, Dick and Kory came clean to him about everything and even Mar’i pitched in about her training to one day be a great superhero like Momma and Daddy are since she has powers while Jake’s are still not kicking in.

I can just imagine little Jakey looking at his family, taking it all in and then finally breaking the silence saying “Does that mean I blast lasers from my eyes too later?” Akin to when Marky found out his powers at the end did the original Invincible comic

3. Basically I’d have first a colorful and detailed title sequence that through simple comic panels and even some motion comic elements, details the basics of how the Duo were born, Chris’ arrival on Earth and adoption by the Kents, the two first meeting as little kids who look up to their parents as their heroes, Jake’s power first kicking in when fending off a bully at school, the Duo training on their powers together and gaining renown slow but steadily, then once the title scene ends, we open with a bang as we are catching up with the Duo in the middle of a massive superhero battle in Metropolis against all sorts of baddies and villains, something akin to the opening shots of Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith

4. They have a good laugh and thrill at the first and second Venom movies respectively. They also are big time fans of the Spiderverse films; there actually is a strongly passionate debate between Chris and Jake over which Spidey films are better. Chris vouches for the Raimi trilogy while Jake sides firmly with Spiderverse. Other than all that though, both also watch every single Spidey animated series, good or bad, collect what their friends online consider the best runs in both Marvel Prime and the Ultimate Universe (the latter Jake is really into thanks to his Uncle Tim(my) loving Ultimate Spidey) and regularly playing co op on the Playstation games

5. Only once a month really and it’s mainly Fortnite. I can’t really see them playing COD or Apex not just because those two are more FPS centric which even if fictional in universe doesn’t sit that well with them for various reasons, but also for COD especially there egregious money practices from all that miscellaneous DLC, Lootboxes when they are a thing, battle passes, etc. it just doesn’t sit right even if technically Jake can be considered a millionaire’s kid at best

6. Personality. Full stop. Even if they’re aware of the more scandalous and fanservice side of true love, they have the content of a female’s character above physical appearance of any kind. Chris and Jake respect girls and women, plain and simple.

[kingboohoo37]

Fandom of the day 1. Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Yeah I gotta start with these two dorks.

Yes, I am a 25-year-old guy that watches a show made for little girls. So what? I've been called out for playing Pokemon for years and I never really cared what people thought so I won't start caring now xD

The Plot

For everyone who has never heard of it (even though I find that unlikely): The basics of the plot revolve around these two teenagers who had magic jewels handed to each other that come with little creatures that transform them into superheroes. Together they have to stop a certain supervillain from terrorizing Paris. He only has one goal: to steal the magic jewels from Ladybug and Cat Noir.

The greatest plot point? Marinette falls in love with Adrien. Adrien falls in love with Ladybug. While Marinette turns into Ladybug and Adrien into Cat Noir, neither of them knows who is truly behind the mask of the other which basically makes it so that they are in love with each other but neither of them knows it xD

The Characters

Let's skip over the 2 important ones. I don't want this post to be too long.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng / Ladybug

The main character of this series is honestly one of the greatest main characters I have ever seen in any series.

In English she is voiced by my favorite voice actress btw, which is Christina Vee. (Yes I am very interested in knowing who the voice actors are)

She always tries to help the people around her to the best of her abilities no matter how small the favor might be. The issue? She is very clumsy. The things she does don't always turn out to be the way she wants them to. While she has a good heart and is quite strong, she is also a deeply flawed character. She too gets overcome by feelings like anger and jealousy and sometimes has to learn a difficult lesson from her actions.

She is the one that'll turn into a superhero, as she was chosen to be the next Ladybug, a superhero with the power of creation.

2. Adrien Agreste / Cat Noir

Things were much different for Adrien. He too suffers from being way too nice even to people that probably wouldn't deserve it. Mostly because of his mother.

Being the son of an extremely rich fashion designer and his mother having disappeared years ago he lives a very sheltered life until he is finally allowed to go to school. On top of that, he is chosen to be the next Cat Noir, a superhero with the power of destruction.

When he turns into Cat Noir his character changes rapidly from a rather oblivious and nice boy to a guy who cracks the unfunniest jokes ever made and constantly flirts with Ladybug.

His voice actor Bryce Papenbrook is also known for a few awesome other roles and does a great job at portraying the character.

Why is he so great? He is basically everything that Ladybug isn't. At moments when Ladybug's temper gets the better of her, he stays calm and rational. But sometimes he's also way too blunt and the lack of social skills shines through. His blind trust in her makes these two a great duo though.

Summary

Miraculous currently has 5 seasons and is still in development but until now this is probably one of the most passionate fandoms I've ever seen. Ladybug x Cat Noir is a fantastic ship that has a lot of cute and amazing but also dramatic fanfictions.

What I love about it is of course the characters as I mentioned before but the twists the story goes through aren't half bad either. But the biggest point for me was the strong similarity to Spider-Man in keeping a secret identity and having a sense of responsibility. It is a trope that I truly love and can't really get enough of xD

What makes Miraculous so popular was probably the love square:

The amount of creativity that this fandom has is sheer endless and there are a lot of really good fanfictions out there.

So if you got some spare time and are a sucker for romance, and complicated relationships but also action, and superheroes this might be something for you.