#aracniido

[webbedaunt]

@aracniido asked: ❛ i saved a bunch of people.❜  

ㅤit's a slow - spreading smile that sets her expression alight, but she can't help the sense of pride that washes over her. miles may not have been her spider to worry about, but not worrying was easier said than done. her own heart knew just how important it was to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. " of course you did. " she replies, as if it was silly to consider any alternative. " and i'm glad you kept yourself safe, too. " a not - so - subtle reminder: take care of yourself.

[roastyoualive]

TWITTER! || ACCEPTING

@h0b1e asked: TWEET! (i know they havent interacted yet But.)

(also feat. the sidekick squad, @pyreshe , and @aracniido )

[aracniido]

#ARACNIIDO ---   an independent & selective MILES MORALES of sony movies, insomniac games, and marvel comics influence. sparked by prince ( he/they, 26 ).

                                             and hummingbird, i can never unsee                                                       what you've shown me                                                       stay on, stay on with me

[spiderman-withgreatpower]

@aracniido

"Don't give up. I got your back no matter what. I can promise you that."

[stardestined]

MISSED CALL!!!

missed call.  accepting.

@aracniido.

     space is many things. cold. vast. quiet. loud. terrifying. beautiful. entrancing. mystical. dangerous.

                                                              lonely.

     he’s been out here for... days? weeks? it’s hard to tell sometimes. he knows he hasn’t been home for a while, that’s for certain, and that he’s starting to miss the sight of the stars from the dusty, echoing basin of old canyons. it’s different from there, compared to out here --- although so much of sam’s life now is spent out among the cosmic void, the childlike wonder of sitting atop a hill and gazing up at all the twinkling lights will never leave him.

     sam reaches out, watching the nova force flow around him like an ocean wave.

     he thinks of water lapping against the docks in new york, smells sea foam and hot chocolate, and sees the warm smile of a dear friend.

     the young nova tucks his knees to his chest, arms wrapping around them to keep them snug, cocooned into a little gold and black floating asteroid. his eyes close and he’s weightless, listening to the hum of miles’ phone as he waits and waits and waits for the other boy to pick up.

                                  hey, it’s miles! you missed me---

     of course.

     sam bonks his head against his knees at the sound of miles’ voicemail, his head rattling gently in the helmet a bit at the pressure of it. of course. miles is busy. he could be asleep or on patrol or in class or hanging out with other friends --- what day is it, anyway? miles doesn’t have time to listen to him right now.

     it takes a second for sam to realize that he missed the window to hang up, and he’s been recording an empty message for at least a few seconds now. shit.         ❝  uh,  ❞          shit.          ❝  hey.  ❞         it’s at this moment that sam realizes he completely forgot what he was going to say, if he’d even pre-planned what to say at all. he un-cocoons himself and lets his limbs float freely, staring up at a cluster of stars while he wills his brain to turn back on.        ❝  i’m in space right now.  ❞          duh.

     he wants to say something truthful. like i’m sad or i’m feeling lost all the time or i miss you, but instead, an anxious ball wedges its way into his throat and chokes the words out, and he doesn’t say much of anything at all.        ❝  ---i’ll catch you later, i guess. bye.  ❞

     > click. <

[theirwarmth]

      SHE’S  MORE  FAMILIAR  WITH  coming  across  superheroes  than  your  average  teenager  but  never  in  her  wildest  dreams  did  she  expect  to  find  one  while  she  was  traveling  outside  gotham .  guess  she’s  just  a  beacon  of  all  kinds  of  cool  heroes .  ❛    whoa ,  no  way  are  you  spiderman ?!    ❜  she  squeals ,  hands  shooting  from  her  side  to  grip  his  in  a  very  enthusiastic  handshake .  ❛    i’m  a  big  fan  of  your  work !  oh  my  crap  this  is  so  cool !  so  mr .  spiderman  is  there  a  baddie  on  the  loose ?  do  you  need  a  hand ?  i’m  pretty  good  at  taking  out  bad  guys  myself !    ❜

@aracniido​  //  ♡’d

[wallcravvler]

❝ I have this under control. ❞

OᴠᴇƦᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ CʜᴀƦᴀᴄᴛᴇƦ VᴏꞮᴄᴇ LꞮɴᴇS // Accepting

“Really?! Oh yeah sure, nothing screams under control than being in the middle of a fist fight and being punched from all sides! Really, I’m amazed at how much you have it under control!” Peter yelled from the other side of the room as he dealt with his own batch of disposable bad guys with practised ease. He figured this would be a good chance to show Miles how the bad guy fighting should be done and what NOT to do. Apparently, Peter thought wrong, as evidenced by how Miles was being overwhelmed by his batch. He had to wrap things up quickly in order to help his new spider-trainee if he really needed the help.

“Don’t worry! I’ll be there soon!… As soon as I stick these guys to a wall!”  

[redheadliner]

I  JUST  HIT  A  JACKPOT !   when  i  first  made  mj  back  in  2016,  i  did  not  think  i  would  stick  with  her  as  a  muse  for  long  because  i’ve  seen  how  a  lot  of  fans  (  from  the  spidey  tags  and  online  forums  )  viewed  her  character,  and  so  i  thought  i  would  get  all  that  flak  from  the  rpc  too  for  writing  her.   fortunately,  that  wasn’t  the  case,  and  to  this  day  i’m  still  overwhelmed  and  amazed  by  the  huge  positive  response  i’ve  received  from  developing,  tweaking,  and  shaping  mj  watson  into  how  i  understand  her  as  a  character.   it’s  taken  me  about  three - ish  reboots  to  get  where  i  am  with  her  today,  but  i  really  am  happy  to  know  that  people  enjoy  seeing  her  on  their  dashboards  and  enjoy  seeing  me  write  her  as  well.

in  no  particular  order,  here’s  a  quick  shout - out  to  those  i’ve  gotten  to  know  and / or  write  with  on  my  time  here.   thank  you  for  dealing  with  my  slow  ass  in  both  replies  and  IMs  ily  ---  and  here’s  to  the  people  i  haven’t  written  with  yet  (  or  much  )  but  love  seeing  around  my  dash  all  the  same  !   you’re  all  so  great  and  are  doing  so  so  well  with  your  muses,  and  i’d  love  to  get  to  know  you  all.

@balancesoflight  /  @goblinscn  /  @heroswung  /  @osbcrned  /  @missgwendolyne  /  @dazzlingwebs  /  @raisedhope  /  @spidereflex  /  @webheadjrr  /  @aracniido  /  @spidergwns  /  @wallcravvler  /  @brainsnbeauty  /  @vnmblasts  /  @pcindre  /  @marvelbuilt  /  @marveliing  /  @redheadarcher  /  @aranece  /  @auntlarb  /  @herobitten  /  @heroestold  /  @meddlingheels  /  @webbedfighter  /  @raisedspiderman  /  @godcreates  /  @itsybitsyparker  /  @panthrpaws  /  @titanraised  /  @worldsaver  /  @elataan  /  @vjestyca  /  @hischair  /  @mercnry  /  @dreambuilt  /  @boybcnd  /  @mileswing  /  @makesjokes  /  @goingarachnid  /  @darthned  /  @friendlyspiderbite  /  @spidxrsenses  /  @spidcrboy  /  @dieamonster  /  @weirdtm  /  @kuers  /  @atomotus  /  @alwaystragic  /  @gwcndolyne   ---------  and  last  but  not  the  least,  here’s  a  special  shout - out  to  the  one  i  want  to  write  and  be  friends  with  just  as  much  as  the  people  here:  YOU.

ALL  THE  LOVE  AND  HAPPINESS,  TALA. ♡

[aracniido]

ARACNIIDO --- an independent, private & selective MILES MORALES of sony movies, insomniac games, and marvel comics influence. sparked by prince ( he/they, 26 ).

a study in: power, responsibility, family, identity, sacrifice, good vs. evil, race, and heritage.

                                                         A SU SERVICIO

[stardestined]

@aracniido​.    ✦

     sam weaves to and fro on his skateboard like a robin fluttering through the breeze --- with great grace and efficiency, and a second-nature intuition. it’s at a slow pace so that miles can keep up, and the sounds of the city drown out the rustle of paint cans in their bags.        ❝  how much farther is this spot, anyway?  ❞       sam looks to his friend with curiosity --- and with a little bit of impatience.        ❝  i still dunno why you wouldn’t let me just fly us there.  ❞

[stardestined]

❝ Amazing what a little teamwork can achieve, isn’t it? ❞

spider-man ps4.  accepting.

@aracniido.

     ❝  right? we’re wild, man.  ❞       wild indeed --- as sam gives his teammate a congratulatory fist-bump, he looks down at the tangled web of thugs they’ve wrapped up. there must be, what, fifteen of them? a decent haul for an evening patrol’s work, for sure. it’s been a while since sam’s done some fighting with good ol’ earth gravity; he’s been off answering distress calls across the galaxy, too used to the feather-light tug and pull of space in all its gentle, beautiful, and incredibly strange glory.

     coming back to earth after a trip away always feels like he’s carrying a bag of bricks on his back, a fuzzy feeling in his toes as he re-adjusts to life on the big green marble. besides --- miles wanted to hang out. and is he really supposed to not fly halfway across the galaxy to come back to him? as if.

     sam folds his legs up, floating in a psuedo-sitting position next to miles, who’s perched atop a streetlight. his stomach grumbles while his helmet picks up on sirens in the distance; somebody’s coming to collect the poor dudes stuck to walls and posts and --- is that guy stuck to a trash can? ( nice. )

     ❝  hey, d’you wanna go get something to eat? i haven’t eaten in like ----  ❞        a pause as he tilts his head up to think, flicking his fingers back and forth as he counts the days. space time is weird. depends entirely on the solar system and the alignment of the stars; sometimes sam can be gone for weeks at a time and it feels like mere hours, and others, a trip that should only take a day can take more than a few.       ❝  ---- five days, i think? i wouldn’t really count the grub that cosmo gave me on knowhere, honestly. that stuff was old oatmeal but if it was cooked in shrek’s swamp.  ❞

[stardestined]

he finished it–––– his latest picture finally out of his sketchbook and up on a wall. he'd worked hard on his tribute to nova: his signature helmet, a moon and stars, and NOVA in bright, bold letters. the picture he took was hasty in his nervousness, a landscape from a few feet away, and he didn't check to see what the reply is to the picture and short message of, 'put this up for you––––like it?' he sent before putting the phone in his pocket and packing his paints away. why was he so nervous?

@aracniido. kai sniped me

     sam feels his phone buzz somewhere under his blanket, and he gropes blindly around the sheets to grab it --- half-asleep, only half-knowing what he’s doing. it’s a little bit after dinner in arizona, and sam had decided to take a nap before going out to fly around for the night. sleep is a rare and valuable commodity for him, you see. he’s out in space for days at a time more often than not, and it isn’t easy to find a safe bed out there in the stars ---- but his plan to get some shut-eye is quickly derailed by a beeping phone and a text from a friend.

     he blinks at it, for a minute. doesn’t really know what miles means. put this up for you--- put what up? sam blinks the sleep out of his eyes in an attempt to feel a little more awake, but the clutches of a post-meal nap are unfairly strong. when he does wake up a little more though, he rolls onto his back and stifles a big yawn, noticing that miles had attached a picture to his message too.

     and that picture makes him feel like he’s still trapped in a dream.

     he zooms in and out on the semi-blurry picture, brows furrowed in confusion and in baffled surprise. the moon and stars sitting crisp and bright on top of a dark galaxy background, his name cut in swooping letters and bold colour, the intense red of his helmet’s star stamped in the middle of the piece with confidence and pride. it’s surreal. it’s not just nova --- it’s him. that’s his helmet. that’s his nova. sam refreshes the app, trying to trouble-shoot if this fever-dream is a reality or not, and it’s still there, staring back at him, when he clicks into his chat with miles. put this up for you---- like it?

                 he ---- he made this for me?

     sam’s face feels hot; like he’s been breathing under a weighted blanket for ten minutes, or stuffed in a sauna room, or ran a mile down the road on a hot summer day, or just been gifted a tribute art piece by his best friend who he totally hasn’t been crushing on at all, ever. never ever. his cheeks are warm, pink, flush with fluttery feelings and flattery and ever-beating butterflies, and he just. pulls the covers over his face for a moment and tosses his phone down to bounce off the mattress for a second. he needs a second!

     why miles would do this for him is beyond him --- it really came out of nowhere, and it’s so sweet and generous and meaningful and thoughtful (all things that miles absolutely is, of course) that sam can’t just type out a ‘wow, looks great man! ty!’ text and be done with it. he can’t! it couldn’t possibly be right! so he musters whatever courage is left in his little flustered heart and hops out of bed, pops his phone into his pocket, grabs his helmet---- and starts on his familiar fly across the country. it’s darker out here in brooklyn than it is back home ( there is a three-hour time difference, after all! ), but it’s no matter to sam. he makes his way up the familiar path to miles’ residence, looking around to make sure no one sees him coming, and when the coast is clear, he knocks quietly on miles’ window like a pigeon tapping the sill for crumbs. when the spider sees him and opens it up, sam smiles so big and so bright.  ( he’s so happy! he’s so crazy happy! )  he props his elbows up on the windowsill, leaning his cheek in one of his palms while his grin competes for the brightest light on the city skyline.

           ❝  hey, man. i heard there’s a sick new superhero mural downtown. real cool stuff. wanna go check it out? i wonder if i’ll get to meet the artist and get his autograph----  ❞

[stardestined]

❝ You’re my friend. ❞

     ca:tws  ||  accepting.

@aracniido.

     sam’s always had a hard time making friends.

     maybe it stemmed from the fact that he always had his head in the clouds ( or, rather, the stars ) as a kid, or it was that he was rowdy, and then angry, and then eventually known to be prone to fighting. maybe it was because people made fun of him and he didn’t sit down to take it. maybe it was because his dad was his school janitor, and a janitor that couldn’t stay sober enough to do his job on his own, at that.

     the last one seems the most fitting.

     scrubbing stalls at your own school while your dad nurses a hangover is not the finest impression you could make on your peers --- and it’s one that stuck with sam, his whole life. kids are mean. he dealt with a lot of bullies. didn’t want to open up to anyone else, out of fear of being ridiculed. the only friends he has in carefree, he’d spent countless months pushing them away to protect them from who he became: nova, a sworn protector of the galaxy.

     and then, he met spider-man and ms. marvel, and making friends didn’t feel like it was so hard anymore.

     they’re resting on a rooftop over brooklyn after an impromptu patrol when the spider nudges him and calls him his friend, and sam blinks his big, glowing nova eyes at him and stares. he stares because it feels so surreal; to have someone that he trusts standing by his side, calling him his friend, making an effort to reach out to him and let him know. sam feels like he’s in the dark so much of the time --- his life is split into so many different pieces and stretched across so many different places that he often feels so pulled apart, like taffy, bubblegum, an elastic band wrapped over and over again. so it’s nice... to have someone by him. 

     an anchor.

     sam’s dumbfounded stare soon turns into a warm look with a smile, cheeks dusted pink ( thank you, night sky, for hiding that ), a soft laugh bubbling up from his chest. spider-man is someone that he feels so incredibly comfortable with; it’s like they’ve been friends for years already, and that they’ll keep being friends for a very long time. sam nudges him back, a playful elbow into his side as the city’s neon signs twinkle like nightlights. 

                 ❝  ---yeah, and you’re mine.  ❞

[redheadliner]

“you okay?”

       it’s  a  chilly  night  in  queens.  the  slate  tiles  on  the  rooftop  provide  the  slightest  bit  of  warmth  where  she’s  sitting,  but  not  enough  to  stop  her  from  wrapping  the  blanket  tighter  around  her  figure.   silently,  mj  wonders  how  much  colder  it  must  be  for  miles  to  have  been  swinging  around  the  air  at  this  temperature.   ❛    well,  well,  well  ——  are  my  eyes  playing  tricks  on  me  or  is  that  really  new  york’s  second  favorite  webbed  hero  right  on  my  roof ?    ❜   her  mouth  curves  into  a  lazy  smile,  shifting  slightly  in  place  as  she  speaks.   as  amusing  as  it  was  to  see  two  web - swingers  around  the  city  now,  his  arrival  was  another  cause  of  worry;  peter  was  young  enough  as  it  is,  but  miles  was  thirteen.   mj  would  hate  to  have  anything  bad  happen  to  him,  and  it  would  absolutely  crush  her  to  see  peter  blame  himself  for  it.

❛    you  sure  it’s  not  past  your  bed  time  yet,  buddy ?    ❜   she  nudges  him  with  her  elbow  teasingly  before  continuing  with,   ❛    i  mean,  i’m  positive  your  parents  aren’t  gonna  know  about  you  being  on  a  rooftop  at  half  past  ten  with  a  girl,  but  i’m  pretty  sure  that  nick  fury  always  has  his  eye  on  you.    ❜

find  my  muse  sitting  alone  on  a  roof  at  night   .   accepting !