#both literally and not haha

[iamumbra195]

Stranger Who Wears My Face (Spider Verse AU)

Summary: 

He shoved that train of thought away before it drove him into further panic, tightening his grip on her shoulders to reassure himself as the confusion in her green eyes–

Green?

His mom’s eyes weren’t green.

Or

Miles realizes his situation a little earlier than in the movie. It changes a lot.

Chapter One (910 words)

He slipped through his window, his suit slick with rain and dirt and torn around the shoulder but that was hardly the first thing on his mind. He slumped to the ground, his breath coming out ragged and desperate.

“I’m home,” he whispered in the darkness of his room, dark spots swimming in his vision. The words repeated over and over again in his mind, a soothing balm to the jagged panic he’d been operating on for hours.

“Miles?”

He shot up at his mother's voice, grabbing his jacket– why did it seem so much more green than usual– and throwing it on hastily as his door creaked open.

Rio Morales stood in front of his door, an eyebrow raised curiously as she held up a laundry basket. “... Is now a bad time?” she said slowly, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

Miles brushed past her question, stumbling forward as his legs ached with each movement and holding her by the shoulders to make sure she was real. “Am I too late? Are you guys okay? Are you okay?” he choked out desperately because he needed to know, needed to know that she was okay, that Dad was okay, that Spot hadn’t gotten to them, that Miguel hadn’t got to them–

He shoved that train of thought away before it drove him into further panic, tightening his grip on her shoulders to reassure himself as the confusion in her green eyes–

Green?

His mom’s eyes weren’t green, they were brown like his only a little darker.

A knot formed in his stomach, confusion and panic jumbling his thoughts as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Was she wearing contacts?

Was it just the light reflecting off her eyes weirdly?

The knot grew tighter.

“Miles?”

Her voice sounded different, almost far away as he stepped back away from her and looked around his room slowly.

It was… different.

His art table was shoved off to the side and the piece he was working on before meeting Gwen was replaced with a painting of a beautiful mansion, his posters were covered with artwork or missing, his bookshelf wasn’t in the right position, the figurine Gwen had ripped out of the package wasn’t where she left it, some of his books were missing, the vase was empty even though he remembered refilling it just this morning, his sheets were different–

This wasn’t his room.

This wasn't his room.

That wasn’t his mom.

This wasn’t his jacket.

This wasn’t his universe.

As if to emphasize the fact, his body glitched, excruciating pain shooting through his body as his ears rang and everything ached with terrible, all-consuming agony.

He wasn’t sure what sound he let out as he stumbled, grabbing onto his art table to steady himself only for it to give out beneath him as he slipped to the ground.

His mom– not his mom, she wasn’t his mom, his mom was still in danger, his dad was still in danger, he failedfailedfailed– dropped the laundry basket and rushed to his side, eyes wide with terror and confusion.

“Miles?! Miles, what was that?! Are you okay?!” she asked frantically, reaching out to touch him, comfort him, try to fix what was wrong but she wasn’t his mom.

Miles scrambled away and stumbled to his feet, the knot in his stomach constricting to the point where he couldn’t breathe and his body felt like it had been set aflame.

The spider that bit him hadn’t been from his universe, it had been from another universe– this universe.

Universe 42.

He was stranded in a universe that wasn’t his with no way out, no way to get home, and no way to save his dad. He would glitch out of existence, his dad would die for making Captain, and his real mom would be alone because he failed.

The skin on his neck prickled with warning and Miles shot to his feet just as a familiar figure– nononopleasenotyou– walked through the doorway of his bedroom. A figure he hadn’t seen in over a year because he had been at their funeral.

Uncle Aaron.

Miles stared at him, breathless and terrified as his lungs refused to do their job and his heart thundered in his chest.

His uncle looked like he’d been cut out of the photo album Miles had spent months crying over, the gray in his beard serving as the only difference.

“Rio? Miles? Is everything okay?” Uncle Aaron spoke with the voice of a ghost long faded, the sound reverberating in Miles’ head as he tried to process the situation and find a solution only to find his mind empty.

His not-mom said something but it didn’t register beyond the panic in her tone and the immediate concern it brought to his uncle’s face.

“Miles?” Uncle Aaron repeated, his eyes knitted into a deep frown as he reached out toward Miles carefully.

“Yeah?”

The voice that answered wasn’t his own– it was similar enough but it held an accent similar to his mother’s as it carried across the apartment.

Uncle Aaron and his not-Mom’s faces went slack with horror, confusion, and suspicion all at once as the footsteps that echoed in the apartment grew closer.

Move, his senses screamed but his feet remained glued to the ground as another figure appeared in the doorway.

“What’s wro–”

Startled hazel eyes stared into his and Miles did the only thing he could in the face of his counterpart.

He ran.

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Hope you likes that! 

There’s currently thirteen chapters so read the rest on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47749807/chapters/120367456

There’s a whole series of one shots as well if you feel like checking them out

[nagasleeps]

your teeth and your tongue, bright red from tiger's blood

[clouvu]

Save me french yuri... Save me

[zoe-oneesama]

Ladybug has far more patience than I to listen to Chloe’s new annoying catch phrase and not punch her in the face.

Based on Yamai:

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[riddlerosehearts]

i feel like a lot of people seem to forget that during idia's overblot flashback scene he says his life has been set in stone since he was born, and that it hurt how other kids would get asked what they want to be when they grow up but nobody would ever ask him that. and he says he always just wanted to be a normal kid, he just wanted to be a hero and go on adventures, he essentially just wanted to be free to be like everyone else. his trauma doesn't only come from ortho's death, it also comes from feeling completely and utterly trapped by STYX and the expectations his family's curse has placed on him for all of his life. from feeling like the things that he enjoys, the things he dreams of for his future, do not matter and never have. like he's all but completely alone in the world and the fictional media he loves is his only escape from it all. he literally wanted to go with the original ortho, to die, and his response upon being told that he loves the world too much to give up on it was along the lines of "who would ever love this rotten world?". ortho had to tell him that he still had a future ahead of him, because a very significant part of his issue is that he feels like he doesn't, or at least like he doesn't have the freedom to choose a future that he'll enjoy. with or without ortho, he's spent his whole life just feeling hopeless.

[wingsofhcpe]

actually there's a huge difference between queerbaiting/"Hey guys look how gay these two are haha they're definitely gonna end up together, give us views uwu oh- never mind oops they're going to superhell" and "Hey it's 2004-2012 and there's no way we can get away with having our protags/main couple be two gay men but we really want to show these two are soulmates so we'll do it through subtext and underlying messages and by literally telling you over and over again their relationship is the most stable and important in the entire show, and the ending will imply they lived and died together", and it's insane that some of yall don't see how these two are not the same fucking thing.

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[hanzajesthanza]

geralt of rivia thoughts summarized

this city is too congested and loud

i don’t like the way my clothes feel

it’s super hot out right now but i’m gonna keep my outerwear on

i’m just gonna sit in the corner and do my thang

what’s wrong with me why do i feel emotions so strongly

people keep telling me i was made wrong

there are so many smells out here right now

i don’t like the way these clothes feel either

i don’t know how to break up with my girlfriend so i’m just going to leave i guess

wrong decision i’m going to apologize now. … by giving her some cool rocks

i kind of messed things up with my girlfriend again but i want to talk to her BUT i don’t know how to address her. we made passionate love many times. can i call her my… hmm… ummm… friend…?

i could piss in this flowerpot but… that wouldn’t be nice to the flowers

it’s time for a scathingly eloquent rant

never mind i forgot how to say words

i’m just going to tell you what happened straight up. no poetics from me

but let’s critique society

I HATE INJUSTICE AND UNFAIRNESS !!!

why are people so corrupt and evil. i don’t get it.

more importantly. WHY do i keep falling for it.

i am a relic of an older time. change is already here and i’m not ready

apart from my immediate family i’ve had one best friend for a decade and that’s my extent of socializing.

unless someone comes to me first with that. and we have shared interests. then we can roll together for a bit

i have not changed my sense of style or the type of clothes i wear since i was eighteen. i even tie my hair in the same way

[mavkarants]

Sometimes I wish westerners could read ruzzian. Or at least use google translate when writing articles about ruzzians and their opinions.

"Russia believes they have a right to invade a foreign country because russian speakers are being bombed."

But what ruzzian news says is...

"Ukrainians and Ukraine never existed. This is our historical territory. We need to flatten "ukraine" and take back what is ours! They are all dogs and bugs anyways!"

And that is news channels with millions or ruzzians watching and supporting. They will legit say the most rancid dehumanizing shit possible about Ukrainians and western media still tries to "portray the situation evenly". They still say "innocent russians in russia dont know! They have no idea whats happening! They dont support the war!". I'm sorry they have no idea? All their news outlets are covering the war and talking about how Ukraine is their land. ruzzians still have access to other media. They CHOOSE to support and believe that Ukrainians are subhuman and deserve to die because they dared not to be ruzzian and dared not to speak ruzzian.

Why aren't westerners covering what pootin says? What he actually says about Ukraine and Ukrainians? Most articles never bring up the batshit crazy things he says out loud about Ukrainians. If we compile the shit pootin says about Ukraine and Ukrainians then you will not be able to tell the difference between him and hitler or mussolini. Or even the north American churches when they spoke of natives. If anything with how much he says out loud he would probably come off even worse.

My friends dad even said that "she [me] doesnt know everything about whats going on in Ukraine and Russia." His claim was this was actually all about resources. Guess how many languages he understands? One. English. Me? The holy trinity. Ukrainian, Russian, and English.

They are completely ignorant of how much moscovites hate us and for how long they have been appropriating our history and culture. They have no idea how many excuses under the sun moscovites will use to push away and hide the real reason for all of this.

[titsthedamnseason]

HAPPY LONDON N1 YALL!!! i can just feel this run of shows is going to be CRAZY. also if you haven’t realized hi it’s me juli titsthedamnseason and yes even under yet another new url i am hosting the surprise song game! the rules are simple: leave your guesses in the tags or replies and if you’re right i will give you a shoutout <3

i’m personally about to give the worst guesses ever but i already submitted them to mastermind so i feel like i have to stick with it. so im going imgonnagetyouback / better than revenge and robin / never grow up i definitely should be going with a london song or the black dog but hey. whatever

[sunb0ts]

something that always gets me about klavier is that he is so clearly just like. friendly. he cares so much and he cares too much. he's one to tease simultaneously but he so clearly just like. loves and loves and loves, even when it puts him in harm's way, he likes people and he likes being around people enough to be desperate for it and for friendship like. ough

[laddertek]

the saga of etho enjoying tango's death continues 😇

[angelpuns]

Suddenly wishing my parents could read my mind/see inside my head so they understood I actually CAN'T do the things I say I can't do. Its not that I don't want to its that I literally cannot do them :)

[vaguely-concerned]

how I like to imagine lucanis is feeling about being dragged along to the grand necropolis every other day in this playthrough... it's about the duality of

all the walking dressed up skeletons and other assorted body parts strewn around: undeniably kind of bad and creepy. how the fuck is it so cold and windy down here all the time rook is just a slip of a thing how are they not shivering constantly. should I get him a nice warm scarf or would that be against his sense of swag as a watcher I am currently being made to think way too much about spirit possession (these weirdos seem to think it can be benign???? it does NOT feel benign). someone might have worked very hard to get those bones to lie still and dead on the ground it seems disrespectful to that hard work to make the bones get back up again and dance a jig like this. is all I'm saying

vs.

hearing rook speak to spirits and wayward wisps with kind calm authorativeness and care and generally show a whole new side of competence and knowledge they've kept close to the chest so far: ...this better not awaken anything in me (challenge failed)

(rook who's anxiously trying to gauge if the skeletons are going to be a dealbreaker fondly reminiscing 'oh I had my first kiss over there by the van markham mausoleum from the latter part of the steel age actually' and lucanis having to admit 'this does explain some things about you'. there must be some kind of comfort in feeling like you're too removed from the normal human experience anymore to connect with someone only to find that the person you're growing a terrible crush on had barely ever seen the sun until the age of like 34 and thinks this place is the height of normalcy. lucanis' broody line where he's like 'I only know death' and ingellvar both meaningfully and amusedly raising their eyebrows like 'yeah? uh-huh? please, say more' fhdskjaf. i'm sorry you've had your freak matched lucanis I'm sure it's a bit disorienting but we'll figure this out together yet. two little death dudes sitting in a tree k i s s i n g and also trying to figure out the 'life' part of things together)

[baeshijima]

ever since the 5.2 trailer this is all ive been able to think about

once again, the genshin pokemon au thoughts are running wild

excuse the mega long rant in tags bc i geeked out perhaps a lil too much abt pkmn au but ourghghg.... we do not talk abt how i spent at least an hour writing all this out....

[sysig]

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