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One of the wildest things about having ADHD is when you actually remember to take your meds, but OOPS! You just hyperfocused on the wrong thing for two hours when you needed/wanted to do something else. Because you were having a conversation with someone about a thing, or you had a tab open. Or you remembered a thing you had wanted to look up, that should have been a quick google search, but now you're waist deep in reading material about it...
Besties, I've been scrolling through various pictures and info about different kinds of spiders and moths for a solid two hours.
Because a daddy long legs decided to move into my room, and I was concerned about its well-being because I hadn't seen it move at all in a while. And looking into that made me go, "Hm... I like moths."
WHAT'S THE CORRELATION!? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, BUT THE NEXT THING I DO KNOW IS THAT I'M LOOKING AT PICTURES OF MOTHS LIKE, "OH, THAT LOOKS LIKE A KIND OF SPHINX MOTH," LIKE I'M SOME FUCKING EXPERT ON THE SUBJECT.
... Anyway, barring any other rabbit holes I might trip into, I'm hoping to write more today.
And I was right. It was a kind of sphinx moth.
#Casper: OOC#the adhd is strong with this one#cw mention of spiders#cw mention of moths#cw spiders#cw moths
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Loudclan - Moon 29: Part 1
Summer rolls across the valley territories with a vengeance. The sparse mountain territory of Loudclan offers little reprieve from the ever present sun that beats down on the cats. While most patrols rush back to camp to take shelter in the caves during the midday hours, young warriors itch for a chance to prove themselves, and evidence of trespassers provides just that for Fiercestripe's patrol.
A fight breaks out between the patrol and the farm cats. Though the clan-cats are highly trained fighters, save for Fiercestripe they are untested in battle, and are outnumbered more than 2:1. There will certainly be losses.
[clangen: *takes everyone's favorite characters, throws them in a blender, and sets it to liquefy* me: *twirls my little metaphorical evil mustache* ahh, yes, just as I planned... For real though, I am so glad to finally get this moon (half of it at least) out to you guys! It is definitely the biggest and most time and skill intensive moon so far and I had a ton of fun drawing it! Unfortunately, that means that the second part is going to take a similarly long while to finish, but I hope that the quality of them makes up for the wait! I hope you guys all enjoy! If you're a little lost as to who the farm cats are check out this pmv and this family tree]
Edit: It's been pointed out to me that Rosehiptree's age is wrong here. That's my bad, this was a HUGE project and while I did my best to not make any mistakes it slipped past me. She's 14 moons old, the same as Dogwoodmoth, but it would be more trouble than it's worth to change it, given the size of the moon not allowing me to upload images on mobile, so lets all just do me a favor and pretend it says 14 instead of 13. Thanks!
First Moon
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#loudclan#clangen#clan generator#ocs#warrior cats#warriors oc#moon update#wc clangen#clangen art#clangen challenge#clangen game#clangen comic#warrior cats clangen#clangen blog#wc oc#wc comic#cw gore#cw blood#cw death mention#cw death#cw violence#cw animal death#cw cat death#Dashpaw#Dogwoodmoth#Fiercestripe#Rosehiptree#Chumtail#Coal#Spider
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One of the darkest aspects of atsv is how Gwen was groomed. When Jess and Miguel took her in, I got "vibes," so to speak. The trailers obviously didn't help, but those painted Miguel in a bad light, unlike Jess.
Gwen, a 15-16 year old, goes with these two in the heat of a tense moment. I don't think anyone had ill intentions, but that doesn't negate the results.
I was shocked when we learned that Gwen hadn't gone home in months. Jess and Miguel become her whole world and take on the roles of her parental figures. In this time, she has become emotionally dependent on them and their approval. Gwen is scared to disappoint them. She's threatened with being returned to her dimension with no support, a place where last anyone saw, her father was trying to arrest her for murder.
Jess uses Gwen's admiration and dependence to manipulate her. She knows Gwen fears letting her down. She goes from being smiley and supportive to blunt and cold.
Gwen is scared. Whether they intended to or not, Miguel and Jess essentially groomed and emotionally abused her. The second she justifiably makes a mistake or just acts like a normal teen who lacks interpersonal relationships, they send her home.
At any point did they try to help Gwen reconcile with her dad? What did they tell her so she'd be fine with her father dying?
I know the dictionary definition is more of a nsfw nature, but I do believe it can occur in just a manipulative manner. They took in a vulnerable child, manipulated her, and threw her out.
Her whole arc reads like a kid disowned for coming out.
Note: I'm a black woman. It's not my job to make you guys feel comfortable with a clearly uncomfortable topic. Complain to the studio who wrote the film. I no longer argue with people who assume the worst of my posts or misinterpret what I painstakingly try to clarify. I don't care. It's my post, and I shall delete and block whoever I want. I'm not the government.
Like it or not, Jess and Miguel, grown adults, take a child with them. They are responsible for her. That is how that works. POC aren't free from criticism. POC can be evil to white women. This is a fictional movie, bitch to the studio who made them the obvious bad guys.
Thank you 😊
#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse spoilers#across the spiderverse#gwen stacy#spider gwen#spiderverse#miguel o'hara#spider woman#jessica drew#spiderman 2099#cw grooming mention
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High on the Feeling
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Summary: Hobie goes to the dentist and you leave with a very giggly and sweet Hobie high on anesthesia.
Word count: 2.4k
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw blood, cw food mentions, talks of marriage, lovestruck! Hobie, fluff.
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You've practically flipped through every single magazine in the dentist’s waiting room while you wait for Hobie. He's been complaining about the annoying ache in his molar that has hindered him from doing his responsibilities for the past few weeks. And after some convincing on your end (and a lot of smooches and coddling), he finally accepted that he needed a tooth extraction.
Now, you'd think that with his abilities that a regular ol' anesthesia wouldn't even work on him. But judging from the lack of swearing and screaming behind the tooth shaped door, you and Hobie's hypothesis were dead wrong.
You pick at your nails while you wait, and listen to the cheery pop song that's starting to make you more annoyed than the hospital-like smell of the place. The walls are painted stark white with a bunch of Ikea bought shelves perched on it where a bunch of teeth related decor sits and a handful of picture frames filled with stock photos of smiling people. You feel unnerved by the choice in decoration. Couldn't they just put infographics on how to properly brush your teeth like a normal dentist?
As the thought passes by your mind, the tooth shaped door opens and out comes Hobie stumbling over his own feet. Boots stomp loudly on the tiled floors, and you immediately run towards him to catch his flailing body.
Thankfully, you catch him in time, his head falls on your shoulder as his arms fall limp on his sides. His muffled groans reverberate, making you turn towards the rushing dentist assistant with her hands frantically pushing a wheelchair that you surmise was supposed to be Hobie's ride out.
“Is everything okay?” You ask both the nurse and Hobie, who's basically laying his entire weight on you. You feel his drool leaking onto your shirt. Or his shirt for that matter.
“I'm sorry, he just launched himself out of the wheelchair!” She sighs tiredly. “He keeps saying that London needs him. And that he's Spider-Man.”
Your eyes widen for a second before fixing your expression. “...Oh,” you say, laughing nervously. You put your arms under his armpits to hold him better. But it doesn't make it any easier to carry all 6 feet and three inches of Hobie. “How did it go? Is he alright? Except for being a drama queen.” You joke so that the woman forgets what Hobie told her.
Fortunately, she chuckles. “Yeah, the procedure went well. Although, he was a lightweight with the anesthesia. Like he was out out.”
“Really?” You furrow your brows questioningly while you hobble towards the wheelchair to sit him down or your hold on him will fail since he's tethering to the side now. “I thought you might've needed more of it than less.”
“Us too, he's just a bit loopy but he'll be okay after a few hours.” She helps you put Hobie on the chair, he falls unceremoniously on it with a clatter of metal. “I suggest you drive him home.” She winces when Hobie mumbles something incoherent with a giggle right after. He looks like a happy camper.
“Yeah, for sure.” You think he looks adorable with him looking like he's high up in cloud nine. He seems fine except for his droopy eyes and mouth, and all the drool pooling in the corner of his lips. At least he's not in pain anymore. Taking a handkerchief from your jean pocket, you gently dab at the corner of his lips, to which he hums appreciatively. “Thank you, I'll take it from here.”
She smiles as she hands you the push handles of the wheelchair over to you. “Of course—oh, I almost forgot. We kind of promised him ice cream.”
“Coconut!” Hobie suddenly yells, perking up from his seat with wide eyes. The other people waiting in the room jumps from their seats. If something bad happens to him because of the anesthesia, you're going to sue this place to the ground. You place your hand on his shoulder, which he immediately calms down and looks up at you with stars in his eyes.
“Coconut ice cream to be exact.” The nurse gives you an apologetic look.
“Good thing I know where to get some.” You smile down at Hobie, only to find him boyishly smiling up at you.
“You're pretty.” He whispers breathlessly like you've taken the air from his lungs. His hand holds the back of yours, patting it softly. He looks as handsome as ever even with a cotton ball shoved in his mouth.
“Thank you, Hobs, you're pretty too.” You feel like melting on the spot as he smiles at you. “Let's go home first and then I'll get you a whole pint.” Hopefully he'll be sober by then, although you're loving his lovestruck gaze on you.
“Home?” He asks while you push him towards the exit.
“Yeah, we live together, Hobie.” You giggle, nudging the top of his head with your chin. The bells hanging above the door jingles when an attendant opens it for you. The cooling autumn air greets you and Hobie.
“Woah.” He sighs like he couldn't believe your words. “We married?”
You pause right next to the van, heart squeezing in your chest. “Oh, Hobie.” His question is the most adorable thing you've ever heard.
“Oh no,” he utters like he hurt you. Stumbling out of the chair, he turns towards you to rub your arms just like he always does whenever you need comfort.
“Sit down, Hobie, you might fall—” His hands cradling your cheeks stop you from continuing. You see his eyes well up with tears, pretty hazel eyes glimmering under the afternoon sun. “Oh, baby, don't cry.”
“We're not married?” His lips wobbles, “that's bonkers.”
“Do you want us to be—?”
“Yes.” He says before you could finish your sentence. You hold him by his waist, helping him with his balance.
You chuckle with a soft smile, hand reaching up to rub your thumb along his chin as you peck the tip of his nose. “Tell you what, we'll talk about it in the car.”
“Really?” Hobie's eyes light up. You've only seen him like this whenever he gets home early on patrol only to see you waiting for him happily.
“Yes really. We’ll feed our guests coconut ice cream.”
He drops his head back, chuckling deeply. You raise his head back up in fear of him choking on the cotton ball. Once his head is upright on his neck once again, he grins at you. “You know ‘m Spider-Man, right, love?”
Your guffaw echoes around the parking lot, “off you go in the van, Spider-Man.” Guiding him towards the van, you turn the corner to open the passenger door for him.
Hobie takes a big whiff, and you look on with an endeared smile. “I smell pine.”
“Yeah, it's the scent thing we bought at the gas station.” You point at the swinging 2d pine tree in the rearview mirror, other hand placed on the small of his back, making sure that he doesn't fall.
“I don't fancy pine.” He pouts uncharacteristically, making you clamp down your lips to quiet your giddy laughter.
“It was the only thing available. We'll get a new one, okay?” Kissing his shoulder, ready to guide him on the seat, he leans in for a proper one but you move away before he could. He pouts again, brows fully knitted together. “Sorry, but we're in public, Hobs, and you have a bloody cotton in your mouth.” You really want to kiss him, you really do, but he probably can't tell his right from his left right now.
Hobie scrunches his nose, hand reaching up his mouth but you stop him halfway before he could yank it out. “Why?” Swatting your hand away, he playfully fights with you.
You continue to fight with his long arms, you two must've looked like a couple of kids baby fighting in the middle of the parking lot with your hands slapping his own away. “Because, you can't— Hobie! You can't take it off!”
“But I want to snog you.” If it wasn't for his haze filled eyes, you'd think that he's playing with you.
“I promise you can snog me as much as you want later when you're well aware of your surroundings—!” His hands manage to grab hold each of your wrists, braceleting his fingers around them. You fight a giggle, acting like you mean business but the amusement in your eyes says otherwise. “Get in the car please.”
“You promise later?” Hobie clicks his forehead against your own. Eyes fully closed, sighing quietly.
Rubbing his back, you let him calm down from his high for a moment. “Yes, I promise—” you hear soft snores. “Are you asleep?!”
After wrangling Hobie into the passenger seat, making sure that his seatbelt is properly settled, you finally pull out of the parking lot. Once you manage to get back on the road, you glance towards Hobie, who's looking out the window with his face squished on the glass.
“You okay over there?” Patting his leg, you get his attention, and you swear he looked like he just realized you were in the car with him when his entire expression lit up like a billboard in New York. “I wish I had a camera right now.”
“What for?” He places his head on the head rest, cheek smooshed on the leather, eyes sparkling as he looks at you softly.
“To take a picture of you.”
“I want to take a picture of you.” He says softly, “a million pictures of you.”
“Can one of those pictures be with you too?” You grin, trying to focus on the road ahead instead of looking at the adorable sight next to you.
“If you want to.” His eyes flutter close, but he's clearly fighting sleep.
“Well, I want to.” You stop the car when the light turns red, a perfect opportunity to hold his hand. “You can nap if you want. I'll wake you up when we're home.”
“I want to pick flowers for you.” You swear your heart jumps out of your chest. “But only your favourites.”
“And I'll get you coconut ice cream as much as you want.”
His eyes closes to the hum of the engine. “I'll share it with you.”
“I know you will, Hobs.” Kissing the back of his hand, you let him go just as when the light turns green.
Hobie has always been sweet on you, but this time, he's beyond just being sweet. Your teeth feel like it's rotting from how incredibly saccharine he is. And you love every second of it, but you wish that the meds wear off so you could be with the same Hobie who hogs the blanket at night and who wakes you up with his cold feet against your thigh.
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You cuddle close to Hobie whilst you feed him spoonfuls of coconut ice cream on the sofa. The anesthesia has completely worn off, sobering up to his old self. You've given him his pain meds and you've lit up a scented candle for him to relax more. Crumpet sleeps next to him, face snuggled up against his side, unbothered by everything that's happening around her. Your head finds penchant atop his chest as his palm rests above your stomach after he casually flung your shirt over his hand to feel your warmth.
“How's the pain?” You ask, while he draws patterns over your soft skin.
“Throbbin’, a three right now. Nothin' I can't handle though.” He says while you scoop out another spoonful for him. “I think they took more than one tooth.” He says while he opens his mouth for you to feed him another dollop.
“Do you want me to check?” You tease, pointing at his bottom lip with the spoon, looking up at him with a smirk.
“Maybe later,” he squeezes your nose before letting go with a chuckle. “What else did I say other than tellin' people my secret?”
“They didn't believe you anyway, thanks to the meds.” A drop of ice cream falls from the bowl down to your hand, licking it off, you let the sweet treat melt in your mouth after giving it a taste. He looks at you like you're the dessert. Smiling, you perch both of your legs on his lap, to which he just grins wider at. “You really want to know?”
“Was I that embarrassin’?” Hobie nudges the crown of your head with his nose to tell you that it's his turn to be fed. Arm pulling you impossibly closer to him.
“Blackmail worthy,” you joke, you move to take another mouthful of ice cream but he beats you to it by taking your wrist to lead the spoon towards his mouth instead. “Rude.” You giggle and he pinches your side.
“C’mon, tell me.” He wipes away a bit of cream from the corner of your lips with his thumb, which he quickly licks away, flustering you in your seat. He smirks victoriously, eyebrows raising smugly. He knows what he's done.
“Fine,” you laugh, pushing at his chest lightly. “you asked if we were married. And you cried when I said no.”
“That's… the right reaction.” He tilts his head in the same way like he's hiding a surprise for you. The last time he did this was when he got you your favourite pasta from a restaurant across the city.
You narrow your eyes at him. “What do you mean?” Your heart thuds loudly in your chest.
“Even my high self knows about it.” He side glances at you, while you're left pondering what he meant, he takes the bowl of ice cream from your hands. “My turn to feed you, lovie.”
“Hobie,” your eyes shimmers under the cinnamon smelling candle light, you hug his middle with a shaking arm. “What do you mean?”
He makes a face, shrugging while a bright smile spreads across his face. “Nothin', love.”
You laugh giddily, waking up Crumpet from her nap. “Okay then—wait, you're fucking with me aren't you?” Narrowing your eyes, you shut your mouth as he tries to feed you a scoop.
“Open up,” Hobie holds the spoon up for you, winking as you gaze at him softly. You still don't open your mouth, so with a glint in his eyes, he leans close to you, smashing his lips to yours, tasting the coconut on your lips while you laugh against his lips as the kiss turns from a playful one to a gentle, loving kiss.
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#octobie#octobie comfort#octobie fic#octobie'24#hobie brown x reader#spider punk x reader#the kr8tor's creations#atsv x reader#atsv hobie#atsv fanfiction#hobie brown x you#hobie brown x fem!reader#spider punk x fem! reader#hobie fluff#hobie brown#hobie brown fanfiction#hobie brown fluff#x reader#fanfic#cw food mention#cw blood#hobie fanfic#hobie x reader#hobie imagine#hobie spiderverse
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Behold! The spit!!!
#some of these are based on inside jokes lmaoo#the spot#atsv#across the spider verse spoilers#across the spiderverse#azzy art#love this guy#cw drug mention
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Fun fact, one of my hardcore boundaries with my deities is not to send me spiders. I'm terrified of them. My brain perceives a spider in the vicinity as a threat to my life, fight or flight kicks in, I will probably cry, the whole nine yards. I don't care how associated they are with spiders, I feel unsafe around spiders.
I saw that Loki, at least to enough people to worry me, is associated with spiders. IMMEDIATELY I was on guard. Loki was very insistent that he would NEVER, the goal is never to make me feel unsafe.
Cue two nights after Loki's first appearance to me, I have a dream in which the main "plot" is a spider. It was barely even a nightmare, I wasn't SCARED it was just a pain in the ass. I remember this dream halfway through the day, start laughing because Loki found a loophole, and get a very distinct "see? Your fears can't hurt you. They can even be funny."
I can't even be mad, because that was smart. And yes, very funny.
Cut to last night; my dream is general messy weird dream shit, but what sticks out is a spider that's completely irrelevant. out of place. On a segment of "wall" that shouldn't even be there, in the middle of a big room, and it interrupts the "scene" completely. Instead of freaking out I grab the arm of my friend and say "spider," and just move us away and leave it be. Progress. Not a real spider, I'd still cry if a real one was involved, but undeniable progress in my subconscious.
Loki is very pleased with himself. I am entertained.
#paganism#witchblr#witchcraft#deity work#eclectic pagan#pagan witch#pagan#paganblr#witch blog#witch community#loki devotee#loki deity#spider tw#spider mention#spider cw#tw spiders#dreams#dream work
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Spider-Man by John Amor
#john amor#spider-man#peter parker#marvel#food tw#tw food#food cw#cw food#food#food mention#birds tw#tw birds#birds cw#cw birds#ornithophobia tw#tw ornithophobia#ornithophobia cw#cw ornithophobia#ornithophobia
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[Maria drunkenly wanders around the house and Clint is drunkenly giggling] Natasha, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the world, Peter. Peter, going to his room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*
#peter parker#natasha romanoff#spider man#black widow#mama spider#maria hill#clint barton#incorrect peter parker#incorrect natasha romanoff#incorrect avengers#incorrect mama spider#incorrect spiderman quotes#cw alchohol mention
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the superhero's parallel to the hero's journey is one of an almost unbreakable curse: someone is harmed or killed while you are unable to stop it. you spend the next part of your life learning how to stop exactly that, promising yourself it won't happen again. you think to yourself, "if only I had been more prepared the first time, then I could have stopped it."
except defusing bombs isn't the issue. the person planting them is.
betrayal can't be anticipated: that's what makes it a betrayal.
and it's impossible to predict every single time someone will need life saving medical care.
still, you fantasize, "if I had the knowledge I have now, things would be different." and you save others from the same situation. time and time again. but still you ache. you didn't do it all those years ago. it haunts your every triumph.
it's not until you look in from the outside. the exact same thing happens to someone else this time, and you weren't able to stop it.
as you're beating yourself up for it and desperately trying to control the damage that's been done, you see someone sitting off to the side. they are alone and wrapped in a blanket. when you talk to them, you are shocked to hear that they blame themselves.
"What?!" you exclaim, "it wasn't your responsibility to stop this- you couldn't have known! it's on the shoulders of the perpetrators and people like me, who couldn't make it in time."
they are inconsolable. "from now on," they say, "I won't be so naive, and I will do everything I can to stop this from happening again."
you know when a battle is lost, so all you can do is nod and step away. back to your own business.
but it makes you terribly sad for someone to lose their innocence in such a way. to blame themselves for the consequences of someone else's evil. to never again see the world as a hopeful place: just a mosaic of fulfilled and missed opportunities.
and your story, the hero's story, will be tragic as long as you continue without looking inward.
it is only by considering your own beliefs that you are free of the vicious cycle:
sometimes, there is no happy ending, no clever way out. sometimes, awful things happen and there is nothing we can do about it. all we can do is pick ourselves off the ground, movement by excruciating movement, and hold our heads high. we continue. because it is worth it. not because you can "fix" things now. not because you will do things "right" this time. but because you deserve a good life. a life after the bad things. a joyful life.
this is when when you, the hero, finally realize that you're living a triumph. that even after something tragic happens, your life is not a tragedy.
#detective comics#marvel comics#writing#the hero's journey#monomyth#specifically here i'm thinking about:#spiderman#peter parker#miles morales#spider gwen#the flash#barry allen#the CW Flash came into mind specifically for some reason#but some of the bats are also particularly guilty of it too#bruce wayne#batman#dick grayson#nightwing#first robin#jason todd#red hood#second robin#stephanie brown#fourth robin#spoiler dc#batgirl#duke thomas#we are robin#the signal#honorable mention goes to jessica jones. the woman of all time
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off to behead some fascists!! wanna come with?
post-therapy
#spider man: into the spider verse#spider punk#spider noir#hobie brown#noirpunk#under the readmore bc blood#not pictured: hobie on tiptoes#just realized i’ve always been leaving out the ‘man’ part of spider man noir#he is spider he is angsty detective but human he is not#noir would KILL on the bass and i mean that literally#no i dont actually pretend to understand lighting physics on leather#or any clothing for that matter#cw blood#that mask cannot be comfortable anymore omg#hobie is proud of him <3#next noir will teach him to pack heat lol#ignore the guitar dont even mention the guitar its not there i didnt draw it too small shut up
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recently watched this video [content warning for the vid: spiders (it's not a required watch for this post dontworry)] about color and how jumping spiders perceive color different from us humans and. of course my autism brain immediately started making connections to ISAT cuz like!! ISAT doesn't have color it was wished away!! but this brings up the question of like, how the color went away. did humans and only humans simply forget how to see color? did all animals forget how to see color?? did the world forget how to display it??? it brings up interesting questions about evolution in ISAT imo! like. a lot of small animals IRL use bright colors like red in order to tell predators they're toxic/poisonous, or to confuse them (because according to the aforementioned video the color red can confuse some species of jumping spiders by creating a depth illusion essentially), or for mating purposes. but if all animals forgot how to see color, or the world forgot how to display it, that would no longer be an evolutionary advantage, they'd just be like another shade of grey. so maybe some animals would instead evolve to display bright white, or evolve to simply be darker shades to hide, because color is no longer a factor. so maybe in certain fics/aus/whatever where siffrin breaking the universe Brings Back Colors, they'd find that a lot of species actually evolved to be black and/or white and/or grey due to the wish that removed color from the equation, depending on how far back the wish occurred (i think it was a long time ago cuz iirc ingame it's said the idea of color was only recently rediscovered?). or maybe the color would come back in ways different from our universe, like maybe tomatoes would turn fckn purple or something instead of red idk.
anyways sorry i just needed to get The Autism out of my system for a bit i'm done now /lh
#isat#isat theory#isat spoilers#in stars and time#in stars and time theory#in stars and time spoilers#autism rant#cw spider mention
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if you missed the OG post talking abt the sol de janeiro cream that (ALLEGEDLY) gets spiders turnt (its the Mazda 6 of creams) here's all the context u need for this poll:
#sephora spider sex cream#isn't nature beautiful :)#the dynamic between ppl who r like oh she transitioned? vs good sephora can marry spiders and get him away from us#is what inspired this poll#Submit yourselves‚ then‚ to God. Resist the devil‚ and he will flee from queue. Hashtag girlboss.#spiders georg#sephora#tumblr polls#spiders mention#spiders cw
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okok listen..
yk how some fica about hobie is like him tapping on the window, you let him in and he’s hurt and you fix him up? what about the other way round 😮
ikik I’m so smart 😘
So cute! Thank you for requesting, hope you like it ❤️❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, cw violence mention, spider-woman! Reader, FLUFF
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Hobie sits on his patchwork couch, he strums his guitar softly, a rare tune escaping from the scruffed but well loved instrument. His steaming cup of tea sits next to his notebook where his numerous cluttered thoughts are scribbled about. Some are doodles, a few are coherent enough to become lyrics for his new song.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he says under his breath, crossing out a word that does not fit well with the song. Notebook abandoned, he sticks his pen on the shell of his ear to strum the strings again.
The houseboat suddenly jostles, soft enough not to spill his drink, but hard enough to knock his pen off his ear. Hobie, knowing full well what— or who the cause of the shake was, closes his notebook immediately before he could see your masked face peek out of the circular window like a gopher.
You knock then wave to him excitedly. He feigns annoyance through narrowed eyes, which made you pout under your mask. He can't see it, but he knows you're giving your signature vigilante pout and puppy dog eyes that he can't resist.
Without a second more, he stands up, socked feet creating friction on the carpet. Opening the window for you, you lean on the sill, elbows propped up on the chipping paint.
“Whatcha doin'?” You ask, voice muffled by the mask. He faces the whites of your mask, flicking where your nose should be. “Ow, grumpy.”
“What am I doin'? I should be askin' you that. You do know I gave you a key for a reason, right, love?” His eyebrow raises questioningly, piercing shining in the moonlight. “It's almost midnight, get your arse in ‘ere.”
You shrug with a chuckle. “I got held up by Goblin.”
“I swear if I ever see that wanker flyin’ ‘round—”
“—You'd throw a molotov at him!” You finish for him. “I know, my love.” Patting his cheek, you climb into the houseboat like usual, groaning and wincing when your skin pulls at your injury.”
“You hurt?” He helps you up on your feet, hands holding your arm, worry etched on his handsome face. “Love?” He asks again when you don't answer, his hands reach up to the hem of your mask, not pulling, waiting for your permission.
“Just a tiny bit.” Your pained wince under your tone says otherwise.
“Can I see?” Hobie asks, thumb brushing along your clavicle. With a nod from you, he gently tugs at your mask, effectively pulling it off without aggravating any injuries you might have on your face. “That doesn't look like a tiny bit, love.”
He sighs, eyes roaming along the tiny cuts along your face. But his main concern is the large gash along your jaw that runs up to the side of your nose. It's an angry wound that still bares goblin's unmistakable mark from his claw. Your mask in his hand feels pristine despite the injury, he wonders if you changed it before you got to his place so he wouldn't worry too much.
“I know, ugly, right?” You give him a weak smile when his silence cuts through you. “I–I just wanted to stop by so you don't worry when the radio broadcasts the fight in the morning.” Cupping his cheek, you reach up to flatten the folds from his knitted brows. “You'll get old really quick if you keep doing that.”
“Not ugly.” He shakes his head, hands falling down to your shoulders to rub soothingly. “Still bloody fit.” You give him a gentle smile. “Sit down, let me take care of you, yeah?”
You inhale sharply, you'd be lying if you tell him that you're all fine and dandy after getting pummeled on the ground. “I can just go home, I really just wanted you to see me now so you don't have to worry about me tomorrow.”
“Well, I can worry now, or tomorrow. I choose now, love.” His eyes soften under the moonlight, and you can't help but surrender and embrace him fully. He hugs back, arms wrapped around your middle protectively, knuckles tracing your spine. “Anythin’ else I have to worry ‘bout?”
“Nothing else, I'm just due for some cuddling.” You say as you peck the underside of his jaw lovingly.
“Doctor's orders, I bet?” He whispers, eyes closing, face hidden in your hair whilst avoiding your scratches.
“Yeah, I have a prescription and everything.”
Hobie chuckles, patting your behind to make you place your feet on top of his. Once you get the message, he waddles towards the couch with you still in his arms. You help by giggling into his skin, lips meeting his warm cheek.
He sits you down gently, “I'll get the kit, stay.”
“Yes, sir!” You mock a salute, making him chuckle.
“Far from it, love.” He leaves, but not without you smacking him behind the second he turns around. Looking over his shoulder, he smirks. “You're playin’ a dangerous game.”
You tilt your head, lips curling into a playful smile. “I know exactly what I'm doing, Hobs.”
With a roll of his eyes, and a quip on the tip of his tongue, he walks towards the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. All with a grin on his lips, and stomach doing flips.
You've almost fallen asleep on the couch when he finally comes back. The cold sting of the antiseptic hits your cheek as he dabs it with a cotton ball. “Ouch.” You can't seem to look away from his eyes when he sits this close to you.
“Almost there, I'll make this quick.” He says while he lets you wrinkle his shirt in your grip.
“Why is it every time I see you I get lost in your eyes?”
“You see me everyday. You tellin’ me you get lost every time I look at you?” His movements pauses, eyes twinkling under the lamp. “How do you get anythin’ done?”
“Oh,I try.” You wink, but your wound prevents you from winking fully, making you look like you're spasming.
“Alright, you bloody flirt.” Chuckling, he places his thumb over your eyelid to make the skin relax. “Did you get him?”
“Mm-hmm, I got him by electrocuting his ass.” You lean into his touch as he continues to tend to your wounds.
“That's my girl.” He nudges your nose with his own, and then gives you a quick kiss on your lips. You chase his lips when leans away, pouting again. “All done. You didn't need any stitches.” He rubs your thighs affectionately, smiling sweetly at you. “Stay the night?” He knows you'll eventually heal before lunch tomorrow, but he'd still tend to you no matter how many times you tell him about your abilities. He'd do it every time you come to him.
“Absolutely.” You close the distance, breath fanning across his lips as you kiss once, twice, before moving away. He sighs, smiling in content. “If you tell me what you're working on.” Glancing towards his notebook, you give him a sly smirk.
“Cheeky.” He grabs the notebook before you could. “No.”
“Aw, come on, Hobie! Just a peek!”
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Irondad fic ideas #140
FRIDAY has news alerts set up for Spider-Man. This doesn't change during the blip, even though the kid is gone
One day, there's breaking news that Spider-Man is standing on the roof of some extremely tall building. This is during the blip, and no one has seen him in years.
No one has seen Iron Man either, which is why it's so crazy that he's suddenly shooting through the sky
When Tony arrives, he discovers that in fact his kid has NOT spontaneously un-dusted. It's actually just a civilian dressed as Spider-Man. It becomes clear the person was planning to commit suicide. The costume was for courage.
Even with his heart breaking from the false alarm, Tony talks the person down. He says that Spider-Man, too, lost almost his entire family. That he was still the best person Tony knew. At some point, when the person mentions losing a child in the blip, Tony says he understands how they feel.
Once the person has agreed not to jump and calmed down, they realize how unusual the situation is, remembering suddenly that Tony Stark hasn't been seen in public since the snap. They ask Tony, mostly just wondering out loud: why now?
Tony's eyes go to the suit for just long enough for the person to realize. They recall what he'd said about losing a child, and they realize with horror the emotional hell they just unleashed on Iron Man
When they start to stumble out an apology, though, Tony waves them off. He says that Spider-Man would love the idea that he was still helping people, even without being there. And he would love that in some way he'd gotten Tony back out there and helping people too.
Before they part ways, Tony asks the person to consider the suit a symbol of the courage to keep going, not to give up
The person responds, "you too."
#irondad fic ideas#cw: suicide mention#irondad and spiderson#iron dad and spider son#this is canon complicit which distresses me#like. i'm posting this against my will#as much as i want someone to write this and have tony survive and tell peter all about this event safely at home#i'm also like#@fluencca our canon complicit overlord: hurt me#fluencca the patron saint of causing me canon complicit psychic damage#irondad fic idea#tony stark#peter parker#iron man#spider-man#queueueueue#weekly reminder that i love you all but am too busy to be human :)#fic ideas still postponed but you can send asks if you want i just won't see them for a while#see announcements
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Spider-Verse by Francesco Tomaselli
#francesco tomaselli#spider-man#miles morales#peter b parker#spider man 2099#miguel o'hara#spider-man into the spider-verse#spider-man across the spider-verse#marvel#food tw#tw food#food cw#cw food#food#food mention
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Headcanon: Enid doesn’t believe in killing criminals so Spider-Wolf is always saving criminals from Black-Cat, and it pisses Wednesday off. She’s tried to kill Spider-Wolf multiple times for interfering.
Bonus: A fight scene between Spider-Wolf and Wednesday with too much tension. Enid would never hurt Wednesday so she holds back and that pisses Wednesday off more. Wednesday doesn’t understand why Spider-Wolf constantly wants to assist her but takes it as a personal challenge to handle everything by herself. When it ends, Wednesday has a silver knife at Spider-Wolf’s neck and Spider-Wolf just stands there with her hands up. She says some goofy one liner and Wednesday is so done and is like “You are a moron.” Enid is smiling so brightly under the mask and the criminals they’re supposed to be turning in are like “Um are you two going to keep flirting or...” Wednesday promptly knocks them out ofc without killing them...begrudgingly.
Spider-Wolf always tries to get Black-Cat to high five her when they’ve turned criminals into the authorities.
“We did it!”
“There is no we.”
“We make such a good team.”
“There is no we and there is no team.”
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