#and now we're back to our regular oc schedule

[starry-nocturne]

sooooo. it's been one hell of a month for me but i'm back? :') more details for those who are interested under the cut

i've been going to the hospital a lot this year and it's taking a bigger toll on my mental health than i was ready to admit <.< a lot of stressing news in very little time + doctors that refuse to give clear diagnosis and can only see you once every few months even for fairly important stuff TT i knew my mental health had reached rock bottom but it turns out my actual physical health isn't that good either,,

good news on the mental health side though: i'm technically? officially diagnosed? after soooo much time. and might be getting medication before the end of the year and that is supposedly going to be a big help with focusing and being productive so i'm a little bit excited about being a functional human being ;;

so please don't push yourself past the breaking point for the sake of academics/work/life because your health (mental AND physical) will suffer from it and when a lot of stuff gets together it's just. hard. so please don't be like me and take good care of yourselves pretty please 🙏

[dorothygale123]

I talked a lot about LMK specifically the past couple days (because I had a lot to say), but today we're back to your regularly scheduled sh*tposting!

Now, one of my my first sh*tposts was about the Jade Emperor, Queen Mother of the West, King Father of the East, and Tian Hou. I wanted to revisit the topic a little now that I have a little more research under my belt. Specifically, I wanted to examine why Xiwangmu started being characterized as the Jade Emperor's consort when she already had a husband.

As I've said before many times (and will not shut up about because I think it's hilarious) the Jade Emperor was created in 1005 AD to justify a controversial peace treaty (side note, I think it's really cool how we can give such a specific date to the creation of a deity when most of mythology is endless guesswork and probably never knowing the answer anyway). Anyway, since he was literally a brand new god, Cheng Sung, the emperor who made him up, was really insistent on how real and important he was. As a result, in addition to bribing public figures not to disagree with him, he might have also seen fit to give his OC legitimacy by giving him a big, important wife.

Now, as we've been over, there have been several goddess that could have filled this role. The aforementioned Tian Hou, who is very popular with sailors due to her association with the sea and saving wayward vessels, as well as Di Jun's consorts Xihe and Changxi, mothers of the 10 Suns and 12 moons respectively. It even seems that Di Jun was the popular ruler of the gods around the time of the Jade Emperor's creation, so if our green boy was moving in to supplant Di Jun why didn't he also take his wives?

Perhaps it was because he wasn't meant to as Di Jun was too recent, and suddenly saying that this new guy who was totally real was also way cooler and more important than the god you've been worshipping for generations probably wouldn't have gone over well. Dongwanggong, on the other hand, had long since fell out of regular and seems to have been less popular than his wife anyway. So it might have been easier for Cheng Sung, or whoever picked up worshipping the Jade Emperor after him, to snatch his wife instead of Di Jun's. Coupled with the fact that Xiwangmu is pretty badass, it probably did a lot for her new hubby's early street cred.

Again, this is just speculation and I'd love to hear other ideas.

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[idv-news-boi]

->{COA Act 2} Day as the Trickster's Secretary🌆

Characters// OCs {Beth Anastazja from my friend, Connor Morozov, Angel Drew} & Canons

Warning// Some suggestive here and there, dark themes because is Call of the Abyss we're talking about- these COA stories are drafts for tumblr. Beth x Aesop content hehe-

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Just a normal day at the office... Same story, same routine... but different days.

It may be just normal days like usual, but Beth knows every different day is not the same as the next one.

The Trickster's Secretary performs like a regular person, going through office work, fixing and organizing the schedule for the man in suitcase... But she knows what she's doing isn't a normal job to do... She's assisting one of the men who's going against the Nether's path.

As much as how dangerous it is, the Trickster often makes his matters and his secretary not get mixed for the sake of Beth's safety. Having himself do the dirty work as his assistant helps him and his comrades a little behind the scenes.

The routine can be exhausting at the end, that is why both Beth and Aesop are there for each other at the end of the day.

The raven haired man sighs as he puts down his suitcase on the entrance of the studio they both share. Without needing to say more, Beth comes to him with a relief smile on her gentle face.

"..W-Welcome back, sir!"

She greets as she helps him take our his coat and the suitcase to be placed aside. She notices that coat is stained in some blood marks, so she mentally takes in mind to deeply wash them off later.

"I'm so glad you're back in one piece,,," The Secretary softly adds.

"... I'm back." Said the Trickster, pleased by the little, warm welcome.

It's almost afternoon, Trickster usually works at night so he would often start working from evening to all night until morning...

His errands tend to be sometimes unusual for the brunette maiden, making her question his sleeping schedule.

"I-I'll go make some coffee.. You must be needing some boos-"

"I'm fine, Beth... Thanks-"

The man quickly responds once taking out his gloves, he quickly makes his way towards the kitchen before Beth can protest which causes her to giggle a bit.

"No- mister! Go sit on the couch and rest,,,,! You've done a lot last night!"

Beth pouts lightly as she makes the cute eyes at her beloved boss.

Oh No- this is bad for Trickster...

Eventually, the Trickster stared at her for a bit. Before quietly making his way back to the coach-

His head lowers down lightly while sitting, as if he just failed to resist....

But- Little does he expect.

Beth just placed a tentacle on Aesop's mug..

He's too tired to even notice that until the moment he leans on the mug-

"AH- oh."

M a n. That was embarrassing... It actually made out of candy, even-

Beth giggles quietly at the reaction of the light prank. However- Aesop seriously stares back at her, already making some devilish plans to take that back.

He must prank her back.

So that's what he shall do.

Aesop makes his hands emerge into his tentacles, before jump scaring Beth from behind while she was washing her hands-

Hearing her yelp, he then feels a bit guilty so he ends up also giving her a hug,,,

They both can do nothing but laugh at their silliness-

At the end, they enjoyed dinner together, Beth then starts washing his coat as she lets Aesop read an important documentary at the living room together...

Noticing that it's getting dark now outside, the decide to sleep in their own separate rooms.

"Good night, Beth. Sweet dreams..."

Says Aesop calmly now in his black and white striped pajamas as he's by the lady's doorway, facing Beth inside her room. Laying in her bed all wrapped up while smiling tiredly at the man who's her boss but also dear friend of hers.

"Good night, Aesop..."

She says back softly, waving. Receiving a wave back before the dark-haired man does the favor to turn off her lights before closing the door.

Sometimes, she would lean back on her bed and question... Are they really friends...? She has a longing for him... For him to be something more than just her friend-

Meanwhile... Trickster wishes this can be always stay the same. Yet he knows that's not always the case... So he'll try his best for Beth and for himself to protect them both.

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"Are... We there yet?"

Angel carefully asks as he's sitting in a stool from one of the chamber rooms at the ship he's sharing with Connor. Making sure he's leaning closer to the sound pipe that functions as a communicator to where Connor is at the steering wheel.

He is looking through the mirror, changing his earrings in such graceful manner. He has his own accessories stored in a big suitcase that's placed along with the other 20... (which Connor had to struggle in carrying them to the ship fnfnnnf-).

"No, We're not yet there, princess."

Connor responds blankly, though having a teasing tone at the end of the sentence. Receiving a huff sound from the other. Noticing that Angel may not have asked that before, but he can tell how impatient the noble salesman may seem.

"You're lucky I'm not in the mood to go up and try to stab you with my rapier-"

"Heh." That's what the pirate merely said to the offended shop keeper.

Unsurprisingly, the journey won't always go as smooth nor uneventful.

As Angel is closing off the sound pipe for now as he frowns a bit, he continues putting on his accessories and some light makeup.

He's a man, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have privileges to treat himself with some style for the trip-

The gentleman was about to grab for his brush, until he notices something from the corner of his eyes. Which is where the window on his left.

He quickly turns around, taking suspicions that there's something from the other side of the window- only to see nothing.

To be honest, he really swears he saw something with... Colorful scales.

Well... Must be his imagination for now- Staying inside the chambers for too long will get him to nausea side effects, so it's best to now go out of the ship.

Agreeing with his idea, he equips his pouch and sword holder before opening the door, closing it back once getting out.

He's aware that staying on a ship won't be always how he usually lives on land... He must be more aware now.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Pls pray for me so I can get tickets to the Eras tour 😭 also I watched Spider-verse I’m: unwell & I also really love this chapter -Danny

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xxviii: Homecoming

Cat decided to go and spend the night at Matt's place. The mutant left her apartment using everyday clothes, she'd been Copycat for almost two whole weeks. She also made a point to knock on his door instead of teleporting.

The man welcomed her in with a short laugh. She thought he'd be mad because she hadn't called, but he turned around and spoke to someone in his living room. "You guys are in luck!"

Karen and Foggy's voices came from inside the home causing Cat's heart to jump out of her chest. She beamed and jumped into Karen's arms squeezing her tightly. "Oh my god!"

"I'm so happy to see you!" The woman said. "Where have you been?" Her blue eyes landed on Cat's scars and her smile faltered.

"Take a seat, you have to eat with us it's the law," Foggy handed her a can of regular coke.

"You didn't call," Matt said, though he was smiling as much as the others.

"Well, I'm here," she replied. "Isn't that better?"

"Much better!" Karen exclaimed. "Are you in the mood for Mexican, or..?"

"Whatever you want. I haven't eaten, I was moving back in."

"Back where?" Matt asked promptly.

"The city," she smiled. "I'll stay here for a while."

He understood what she meant. "Good to hear."

"That's amazing! We're hiring, if you're interested," Foggy offered.

Matt laughed. "I don't think she'll have time to work as our secretary, Foggy."

"I'll think about it," she conceded. "But this means you're doing well, I hope?"

"It certainly takes up most of our time, we need someone to help us handle the office," Karen admitted. "I would love to work with you, but Matt's right, you have stuff going on."

The way they were all looking at Cat amused her. They all knew she wasn't a regular woman, but she doubted Karen had disclosed to Matt and Foggy what she suspected, and probably she didn't know about Foggy's discovery.

"Well, I just came back from a mission with Nightcrawler and now he's shipping Billy Russo to prison, so I have an empty schedule at the moment."

"Nice!" Foggy paused. "Wait." He looked at Karen, then at Matt. "She also knows?!"

Karen glanced at him. "You didn't?"

"How long have you known? Always?"

"Kinda," she shrugged. "Cat never confirmed it. I mean..." She looked back at the young woman and smiled. "Copycat?"

Cat laughed and nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

"How did you know?!"

Karen vaguely gestured at her. "Name and hair are kind of the same, only a different color... not like she tries to hide her face either—"

"She always wears that mask, what do you mean?" Foggy demanded.

"All you had to do was look into it," Karen insisted. "We came back and Matt had a new, younger friend with no connections, if you'd asked around you would've known Copycat was in the area during the blip, and Matt doesn't go out of his way to make friends."

The man frowned, grinning as he spoke. "I'm sociable enough."

"Sure you are, Matty," Karen patted the man's knee.

Cat opened her drink and downed it pleasantly. This was the nicest welcome she could've hoped for.

"Well?"

"Russo's not a problem anymore."

"I'm assuming I'm off the hook?"

"You should still be careful. As the CEO—"

"I have my own paranoia to deal with, please stop. Have you talked to Happy?"

"That is one dumb question."

"He knows you're back."

"I expected no less."

"He wants to see you."

"Many people do," she sighed. "I miss him, but I can't visit everyone while Kraven is out there. I have to deal with that first."

"You're still thinking about a new team of Avengers?"

"Well, I know most heroes on earth," she shrugged. "I'll give them a call."

"Kurt called me."

"Did he mention Deadpool?"

"Who's Deadpool?"

"Why did he call you?" Cat changed the subject, she could only imagine the way he'd freak out if he knew about her friendship with the mercenary.

"He says that you liked living in the other universe."

She laughed. "I wonder why he thinks that. I just said it was nice."

"He says that you told him and it sounded like you wanted out of this one."

Cat rolled her eyes. "He's got it wrong!"

"Spider-man existed in that other universe," he added in that voice she'd always hated, the one he used when he was trying to win an argument.

"Yes."

"A Spider-man your age."

Her heart started racing. "I don't care, I don't see why you guys would. It's in the past."

"He was the reason you became who you are now, Stray. Losing him changed you," he pressed, and he wasn't wrong. "You've lost him too many times, it's okay to feel worn out about it when it keeps coming back like that—"

"I didn't lose him 'cause this Spider-man wasn't even mine, to begin with," she scowled. Why were her friends pressing on that subject? "Just because I told Kurt that I would go hang out with that other guy—"

"You are?"

"My point is," she raised her voice in annoyance. "I'm trying my best, Harley. You know how much I love running, but you two coming at me like I'm packing my bags is not helping."

The young man paused, whether he believed her or not she couldn't tell, but at least he sounded a little ashamed when he spoke. "That's not what we're doing. We want to make sure... We're listening."

"I see that," she replied, though she didn't think much about what he meant by that. "And I love you more than I've ever loved any Spider-man."

"I... would like to believe that," he said, and she could almost picture his wistful expression.

He and Kurt had to stop saying that, but she really couldn't blame them. The mutant was well aware of why she'd befriended Harley in the first place, back when she was eighteen. Whom he reminded her of, and even if he didn't remember the boy's name or face, he still knew Spider-man was at the core of everything.

"Keep me posted," he said before ending the call. "I'd like to know how things are going from time to time."

"Same goes for you," she murmured. "G'night, Junior."

"You fought with your friends again?"

She pondered her response. "It isn't a fight when both sides are defending the same thing. They're trying to help, but the way they're doing it is not quite right... Though I change so often they can't keep up..."

"At least you don't decline their help, and I'm sure you're communicating better..."

"Matt," she warned him, and he let out a short chuckle.

"Right, you hate it when I do that... you used to love it when I pointed out the ways you were doing well."

"Looking for approval is no longer trendy," she joked. "I don't want people to treat me like this. I get why Tony got upset every time anyone clapped and cheered when he showed decency. It's a little humiliating."

Matt unbuttoned the first part of his shirt while walking toward his room. "Are you staying the night?"

Her eyes lingered on his back, then she shook her head. "No. I'm going back to my apartment... before I ruin my good streak of exemplary behavior."

He laughed, closing the sliding door so he could change. "Stay strong, Kitty."

She scowled and flipped him off even though there was a wall between them (he'd be able to tell anyway). Cat then seized her jacket and walked away from a half-naked Matthew.

Peter had time to waste, and he asked Cat if she'd like to visit May's grave. They could go to Pietro's after. She agreed.

Peter showed up with a bouquet of white roses, he waved at her as she walked up to him. "I come every week, winter's over so I'll have to change her flowers more often, but if you want to leave some of your own you're welcome to..."

Cat looked up at the trees around them, they were greener than the last time she'd set foot in the cemetery, and it was a pretty sight. When Peter had buried his aunt, her memory had been erased, so she hadn't been there at the funeral, she felt a little guilty about it.

"How've you been holding up?" She asked him.

"I'm okay," he shrugged. "I'm in a hurry most of the time, don't get to sit and think about it. I guess that's good, it keeps me from getting sad."

"Do you have time to enjoy life, though?"

Peter laughed shortly. "Do you?"

Cat grinned. "When was the last time we hung out just to waste time?"

Peter squinted, trying to remember. "I go to a study group but sometimes we get bored and start playing Among Us?"

She snorted. "I don't think that counts."

He sighed. "It's something..."

"Better than nothing," she finished.

Peter stopped in front of his aunt and uncle's grave and stared at it with a pensive expression, he crouched and left the flowers in front of it. "I want to live a worthy life for them, C. That's all I care about." Cat tried not to, but a little giggle left her lips. Without being able to help it, she started laughing out loud. Peter looked up at her with annoyance. "What's so funny?"

"It's absurd," she shook her head. "I had the same conversation with Shuri and she said the same thing... more or less."

"What's wrong with that?" He frowned, still not understanding.

"It's perfectly normal, but what's hilarious is that when I went through it everyone acted like I was losing my goddamn mind for dropping my plans just to honor dead people. I remember you were outraged at the thought—"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up," he lowered his face in embarrassment. "I didn't know how it felt... to lose someone close to you because of what you do... it changes everything."

She patted his shoulder. "You handled it faster and better than I did. I mean, you didn't quit school, and you didn't go on a killing spree. I like to think you learned from me. Makes it all worth it." The word caused something like annoyance to raise up on her chest.

Peter nodded. "I did learn from you, C. I owe you a lot." He stared at his aunt's grave with a soft gaze.

"Worthy," she said, her mind still on the subject. "We throw that word around a lot, all of us," Cat made a face. "Do we even know what we're talking about? Why do we think that means living all alone and broken? Why do we treat that like it's something noble and not just cowardly and incoherent?"

Peter stared up at her curiously, he didn't have a proper answer to that. His mouth blurted out the second thought that came to him. "Any idea of where Kraven is?"

"Probably on his way," she said, eyes still absent. "I'll see him when I see him, I won't give him the pleasure to feel like I'm participating in the hunt."

"Don't you think you're giving him the benefit to take you by surprise? Isn't that a hunter's line of expertise?"

Cat sighed, looking back at him. "What am I supposed to do, Pete? I could go find him, but I don't know... feels like a waste of my time."

"Are you saying you have something better to do than to save your life?" He raised a brow.

"Regrouping the Avengers, finding a place where to train the new heroes... basically rebuild my home and make it better than it ever was," she nudged his leg with one foot. "Would you be interested in that?"

"In getting recruited, or training heroes?"

"Whatever you prefer."

He pondered the options. "Depends."

"On what?"

"If it's not in the city, I won't do it."

She raised a brow. "You sound sure."

"I am."

Cat nodded with an approving smile. "New York's lucky to have you."

"It has you, too."

"I don't stay in places long enough to consider they have me," she wrinkled her nose. "Not my thing."

"You've been here for a decade, though."

"In and out."

"And why do you always come back here?" Peter asked with genuine curiosity.

"I've been thinking about it," she said deep in thought. "I'm home, Peter. My body, and what I do with it. As for why I keep coming back..." Cat grinned. "All the cute people live here."

Peter snorted. "What about L.A? You could live there with Kate and Yelena..."

Cat grimaced. "I don't want to give her false hopes. She would convince herself that we could get back together, that I could have a life with her, she's always been a dreamer..."

"Right," he heaved a sigh. "Keep forgetting you think dreams are useless."

She mumbled a reply. "Not useless. Just unbearable..."

"Cat," Peter stood up again after leaving the flowers, a worried look on his face. "What are you waiting for, really?"

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh," he said, not believing her. "And I don't walk past MJ's coffee shop every day."

Cat looked at him with a smirk. "You do that?"

"I said I don't," he raised a brow, shoving her shoulder playfully as he walked past.

"You're a stalker," she chuckled, following him back to the entrance.

"It's getting late," Peter checked the hour on his phone. When he put it back, the young man placed his arm around her shoulders and walked alongside her, leaning his head on top of hers affectionately for a moment. "C'mon, time to see Pietro..."

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