#disway

[hargo-news]

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Oleh: Dahlan Iskan ”Pilih yang mana?” Saya diminta masuk ke dalam counter check in: agar bisa melihat layar komputer di meja petugas. Ada denah susunan kursi di layar itu. Banyak kursi sudah terisi. Saya memang telat check in. Tidak ada lagi dua kursi kosong yang  bersebelahan. Saya harus duduk terpisah dari istri. Sedih. Padahal maunya meniru Putu Leong: lengket terus seperti prangko. Gara-gara…

[89era]

anyone telling you that aborting disabled foetuses is eugenics are right wing propagandists and should be ignored

[wowitscoldoutpt2]

There is no greater example of hubris than my father at work (I work with my dad). The amount of times that he ends up screwing us because of overconfidence is diabolical

[circeyoru]

Dude, this question just came to me after I finished reading the latent charter of Overlord Colector udhdhsh

Does Reader/Colector talk with the 7 deadly sins? If so, do they like any of them (Maybe Asmodeos? If so, do they also know about his relationship with Fiz hdjdbdhhdhshs)

Idk, this just came to me, sience the 7 deadly sins are also quite powerfull hdhdhs

Hope I'm not disturbing! HOPE U HAVE A GOOD NIGHT/DAY HDGSJSGSU :D

This is for {Collection of Overlords}, check MASTERLIST for the work

No worries, no distrubance~!

As for your ask, short answer: Yes.

You, as the Collector, do talk to the other 7 Sins. They treat you as the Ruler of Hell as well, but they will listen to Lucifer's orders just because you are fine with it. If you object, then they will try to diswayed Lucifer or outright disobey. Since you hold more power and authority than Lucifer in their opinion.

The 7 Sins are under you and the Hell royalty (namely Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie). Think of them as the third in power. As embodiment of a sin, they are counted as Hellborn and know of your existence. They bow before you in the times before Lucifer fell, only 'changing' alligence when Lucifer rose to the throne and because you let it.

Communication with you is scarce because there was no need. They are essentially Kings and Queens of their own Ring, until you pop up for a visit. You do chat with them from time to time, even though you know everything about them and their situation in the Rings. A bit like the thing with the Overlord meetins.

(if you don't watch Helluva Boss, then you might not know who I'm implying. But I'm labelling their Ring and I'm going with the known ones in the show)

Pride Ring: Lucifer Morningstar. Naturally you already know him and is his mentor. The Pride Ring doesn't originally have a 'Sin' per say cause you were named as the Ruler of Hell instead of a Ring

Gluttony Ring: Beelzebub. You and her go well, even though she's a party type and you were more quiet and calm. You enjoy her chaotic nature. The care you have is actually from her, she has authority but cares for the demons at her party. Of course, you support her and her little boyfriend, Vortex. You didn't care if it wasn't fitting due to the status thing, you just think they fit.

Greed Ring: Mammon. Yeah. Do I need to say more? You do not care for his disrespect. While he dedicates a lot of money to you and you take it, you doesn't support his extreme exploitation of the Hellborns since they weren't have a choice of being born as one.

Lust: Asmodeus. You love his dramatic character. He is said to be the weakest, but you didn't care. You love that he stands for true love. It was interesting to hear his lecture on it and why he doesn't do love potions that forces love and feelings on someone. That was a reason why you were against Valentino with his love potions. As for Fizz, this love Sin's boyfriend IMP, you know about them and support them just the same. Though you don't exactly see why they were hiding it and why Asmodeus was hiding you to not bless their relationship since if it was true love as he claimed, why hide? But you don't question it, since it's not your relationship.

[rattkachuk]

Hey there, Mattdrai with door closing please for the writing game! Thank you!

Leon didn’t go looking for updates on Matthew’s personal life, in fact he’d prefer if he never had to see anything about it ever again. Unfortunately, they had mutual friends. So it was inevitable, the congratulations posts filtering in between the cracks of his carefully built wall.

They sit right underneath his skin and fester into something itchy and uncomfortable. He’s sitting in his stall in the locker room after practice, everyone else was long gone but he had lingered in the showers for some time–had let the water burn his skin in an attempt to detox the sick feelings his mind was swirling with. 

He thinks about the way he used to entertain the idea of their future together. Like they ever had a chance at one, but it really had been easy to imagine at one point. There were still memories of Matthew at his kitchen table, the way he'd hear his voice singing terribly in the shower, his shoes tucked beside Leon’s at the front door. Deep in Leon’s phone library there was a picture of them together on Matthew’s couch in Calgary that he still hadn’t deleted. Something about the way Matthew had looked at him that day, Leon thought, maybe you're what I need. 

It was all in Leon’s grasp not so long ago.

Now his fingers hover open a long dead text thread. The last messages were inconsequential, in the grand scheme of things. A ghost of what had been. 

L: can’t wait to see u ❤️ M: 😘😏🔥

Leon smiles bitterly, wants to forget the whole thing at that, but types out something anyways. 

L: hey. congratulations. happy for you. 

He isn’t. Not really.

He puts his phone down and rubs his palms over his eyes, hoping the pressure will disway the tears pricking beneath his eyelids. 

The phone dings. 

M: thanks.

Leon watches the typing bubble come and go beneath it, and there’s a hopeful flutter in his stomach for all of a second. Maybe there’s more for him to say, maybe, maybe. 

It disappears and Leon waits with air in his lungs, but it doesn’t show up again.

A shaky breath he’d been holding leaves his body as he gets up to drive back to a quiet home with only his own thoughts to fill it. His eyes sting. The door slams behind him.

[alienwritestoo]

Legend Reborn

Technoblade is a legend on the QSMP. His deeds are ballads sung in the festive streets of the favela, chronicle of dedication inspiring the monumental stretch of potatoes growing on the wall and tales of hard-won battles uplifting the fight against the worst government known yet.

Sometimes, an unusually large Cucurucho can be found at the shrine dedicated to his memory, fingering a singular emerald earring.

The crown before him gleamed with familiar, unfulfilled purpose.

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Technoblade left the DSMP when he deemed Dream’s oppressive server free from the tyranny of governments, forever meant to be more than the sums of suppressive never meant to bes and unfinished symphonies. The tundra that once shielded armies of dogs and withers soon swarmed with the metaphorical winds of adventure, melting the cold heart he developed to survive on this server with its dangerous consequences, urging him onward to his next quest.

The piglin hybrid felt comfortable moving on, like his older brother had, towards an inexplicable future. He trusted his old man Philza to look after anyone who still stayed on the server, especially those who would no longer accept his help.

Philza stood with Steve at the gate to see him off, waving softly while his eyes burned with pride and unshed tears. The older warrior promised himself that he would make the old immortal never worry about one of his sons ever again, the only remaining to make it through the harrowing experience of DSMP mostly unscathed. His father surely trusted him, and only him, to survive despite all the world could throw at him. He would not let him down.

His fur prickled as he followed the warm breeze to warmer climates, ripping away government after government in his path onwards to an unknown ultimate prize. The governments there quickly realized he was coming, hastily setting up assassinations and armies to disway him. Yet Techno persisted, striding unceremoniously into rebellious camps who quickly accepted his tutelage to overthrow sure tyranny. It was a walk in the park after the annoyance it had been L’Manberg, that had been backed by an mask-cladded Admin until it miraculously switched to his side.And besides, even if Tubbo had been a weak president, the sting of Tommy betraying him stung like nothing else. 

The king of Antarctica wasn’t meant to get so close to the desert, but Technoblade would make the world realize otherwise. His quest lay south, and then someday he could retire to own a farm. 

In his uncomfortable state, he didn’t see it coming that he would be cowardly captured on an assuming night in a desert village near the sea. The anarchist had no time to react, huffing with outraged growls towards an unseeing assailant who didn’t react to a single hit from him as his humble lodgings wavered in his vision. Another Admin had taken interest in him, not even bothering to show its face as it continued to invisibly rain down potions of harming with impassioned precision. He continued to struggle for agonizing minutes with blood pouring out of his mouth and staining his tusks.

Technoblade’s face paled at the predicament he was in as he finally collapsed, lumbering form falling to his knees as his kidnapper removed the crown from his head like they were taking a toy from a toddler.

The piglin hybrid later woke to a cell of stark, lifeless quartz, with nothing but an orange jumpsuit to his name. Soon after, he lost himself to a haze of interrogations and treatments that turned him into something else, a creature with red eyes that eventually passed all the tests except-

He could never manage to speak, in support nor against the federation. It was the only rebellion he had left, as a duck creature handed him a clipboard and gave him his first task.

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Philza knew there were multiple Cucuruchos. The immortal had seen Chayanne slink back into the bunker from “night school” enough times, and glimpsed more than one of the white-furred creatures poking into the islanders’ business. Not the career path he would’ve encouraged for his adventurous egg, but the once-famed Angel of Death knew they had little choice in the matter.

Other than the times he saw Cucurucho-Chayanne, there was just one other that bothered him deep down.

One of the newer Cucuruchos was especially odd in comparison to the rest. The creature appeared when Luzu logged on with his binary code messages that oozed of sudden warnings, lumbering behind a pair of regular Cucuruchos with glinting red eyes. It towered over its cousins with muscle, wielding axes and crossbows rather than the classic gun. Tubbo, who was newer to the island but had managed to typically outmaneuver the creatures, had frozen inexplicably at the fireworks lining the crossbows it handled with ease.

Etoiles had gaped when the creature had joined the battle with an arsenal of old school vanilla weapons against three fake eggs, and carried.

“What the fuck?” Cellbit exclaimed as he examined the photo Pomme had taken of the newer creature. The detective looked like he wanted to drink vodka at its looming presence in PVP, only calming with Roier’s reassuring palm on his shoulder.

“No mames!” Roier shook his head in agreement. “This fucking sucks, man.”

“Why are there more of them?” Baghera questioned with a frown. “Why would they need one so big? Is it an intimidation tactic?”

Philza let the conversations wash over him as the order deliberated over what the new creature’s presence meant. The crow hybrid held a photograph in his hand, fingering the emerald earring it wore on its ear. It was the same exact style to his, a piece of jewelry that had been a mystery to him since his arrival to the island.

The old immortal remembered much of his past in comparison to the rest of the islanders. He was the only one to willingly volunteer, able to bargain with the foreboding federation to retain most of his memories.

Philza didn’t remember what he gave up, but he had his suspicions when his memories tried to tell him he never had any family. His heart pulsed with a heart thrumming with power his soul knew had been gifted, making him never age as long as he didn't die in combat. When he first joined the island, the man found a bag of blue dye tied together with a fancy ribbon and a note saying “calm yourself, have some blue”. None of these items had an explanation, especially the emerald earring that swung on his ear-

Until now. 

“Does he want to die?” Etoiles inserted as the group gravitated around the corpse of one of the codes, pulling Philza out of his thoughts. “I can give it the gift death if Cucurucho doesn’t want to live anymore?” 

His throat hissed automatically, eyes flashing as his mind keys in on the emerald the large creature wore somehow just right.

Multiple pairs of eyes whip over to him. “Woah there, what was that Philza?” Badboyhalo asked.

Philza blinked when he realized he had reacted instinctively to a threat against flock. He swallowed uselessly to calm himself down, angry clicks echoing up into the air instead. Unable to speak, he jerked his head towards the photograph and pointed a sharped clawed hand towards the creature.

“Oh shit guys.” Jaiden spoke up, a fellow bird hybrid. “Philza’s bird instincts think that the new Cucurucho is a part of his flock. Better not hurt the guy until we actually know he’s bad, if we don’t want the case of an angry crow hybrid on our hands.”

“If that’s the case, Maybe we shouldn’t attempt to attack or harm this Cucurucho until we know more about him.” Maximus concluded, looking at Cellbit who looked very tense but gave a reluctant nod.

The group eventually decided to only observe the new federation creature. The crow hybrid’s hackles raised when he noticed Cellbit, Etoiles, and Baghera didn’t explicitly agree to not harm it, but life soon went back to normal for a few weeks when nothing unusual happened. 

They noticed the creature had an weirdly normal and routine schedule, easily trackable in how it simply sparred in the middle of the battle dome every morning and built for the Federation in the afternoons following a checklist it regularly squinted at. Philza had to shove down the urge to hand it a pair of glasses when he occasionally approached on Cellbit's behalf to see its tasklist. It never tried to spy or speak to them, content to swing its archaic sword at practice dummies and occasionally amuse the eager Etoiles. 

“It's the best monster I’ve ever fought, Philza!” Etolies praised highly one day as they ran into each other at the front of what used to be Las Sacapuntas. “Battling with him is more interesting than anything else on the island except spending time with Pomme because she is my daughter and therefore automatically makes her the best thing to ever happen to anyone and I will kill anyone who says otherwise.” The French player grinned with teeth.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Philza laughed genuinely at his friend's strange humor, watching the warrior leave as quickly as he came with a fond shake to his head before he teleported to his own base on top of the wall.

That evening, Philza blinked when he spotted the creature outside of schedule by Techno’s shrine, wiping the dirt from his eyes as he stood up from his potato farm.

The hulking Cucurucho looked up from his vigil, turning away from where a crown sat in display on an armor stand. The creature's eyes glinted with a dark red color that strangely made him feel calm and collected.

“Hey mate.” Philza greeted him, wiping the dirt from his hands with spider silk. “Do you know who that is?”

The creature nodded curtly, not speaking nor turning to write in a book.

“He was one of my best friends.” The crow hybrid stipulated as he approached. “A great warrior, much like yourself.” He stood next to the creature. “Mostly I just know him as Techno, and as one of the most compassionate people I ever knew." He craned his head up, gauging the creature's interest in their conversation. "You know why?”

The hulking mass cocked his head, grunting. Philza took that as encouragement to continue.

“Hypixel skyblock was terribly going through a famine before Techno made the potato war happen. You see Cucurucho, even though they're the top server and could've simply asked for help, not many people knew Hypixel actually had food shortages because the number one server doesn’t like people knowing they fucked up." He snorts. "So naturally, my friend took it upon himself to solve the food problem for them. Techno never liked people starving, my so-” He choked, panicking at the unconscious wording. “...Friend.”

The creature reaches towards Philza’s emerald earring with a strange chuff. The old man’s mind translates it reflexively to mean question, curiosity. 

“I don’t know what it is, mate.” Philza admitted. “Do you know where you got yours?” For a split second he wonders if the creature stole it, but the idea drains away as the creature shakes his head with an air of confusion.

Cucurucho took a few steps back. He looked at the shrine with an unreadable expression, but his red eyes were so expressive. 

“I know this is weird to ask, since you're a federation worker and all but… do I know you?” Philza couldn’t help himself. Why does his instincts see this Cucurucho, out of all of them wandering the server, as his son? 

Cucurucho huffed, turning away from him unceremoniously before hopping off the edge of the wall. 

Philza leaned back on his hoe in the potato farm for support, stopping himself from following with a panic similar to one of his eggs in danger. The old immortal wanted to talk to it again soon, chest winding up with longing to connect to this unknown creature. 

“Dinner’s ready!” Missa called in the distance from the house, likely serving something Chayanne cooked up for his family of four. Philza blinked back unexpected tears when he realized it was potato night, the memories of inexplicable pink fur and comforting chuffs raw against his chest, before collecting himself to have a quiet evening with his anticipating two eggs and husband.

[snowflurried]

I need people in the US to please, please, please, vote Democrat in November. Trying to teach them a lesson by voting third-party or not voting at all will push Trump to win. This Is Very Bad. It also just pushes the Democrats further right, too.

If you care about Palestine as much as you should, you wouldn't want someone who said that Israel should “finish up your war” and “get the job done.” You wouldn't want Project 2025 to be carried out, which would effectively turn the US into a fascistic dictatorship.

Because you don't want "blood on your hands" -- you would rather not do anything wrong than do something right -- everyone who isn't a rich, able-bodied cishet male would have their lives put at extreme risk. It's selfish!

No abortions, no contraceptives, no Medicare, no social security, no same-sex marriage, no Muslims allowed into the US, mass deportations and a whole lot of other awful shit will happen if Trump is elected.

And obviously anyone with a brain knows Biden isn't the best candidate for several reasons, but he is infinitely better than Trump. A third party is never going to win the presidency. Don't waste your vote. A vote for a third party is a vote for Trump. This isn't the time to play games or to bait politicians.

The results of this election have a greater impact outside of the US than you think. Voting is a right you should absolutely not take for granted. You have a moral and ethical obligation to vote.

If you want change, protest, advocate for minority groups, petition, rally, strike and take collective action. But absolutely do not neglect the power of your vote.

It's scary seeing posts from people such as this one from someone I used to follow:

(And this is a comment on that post:)

This kind of rhetoric is incredibly harmful and is a tactic right-wingers have been using to disway Democrat voters for YEARS. One issue shouldn't be the be-all and end-all, and it's the psy-op type shit like this that people are falling for.

tl;dr - VOTE FOR BIDEN

[breed-station]

Bingo @ Lock: Wow, you look so cool, like some kind of magical island guardian! Is that your job? Do you even HAVE a job?

This is where the lapras would omit details of her work. Some details would be better kept vague to a child like this one. A level of mystique is required for such a self ordained role.

“There are many who wish to disrupt the peace on this island. Human and Pokemon alike have both tried to exploit what it can offer. Many have come close.”

Lock could regale the story of the many humans who tried to poach on the islands for its rare Pokémon. Or she could recall the opportunistic pokemon trying to either capture their own, or trying to plunder the islands of valuables.

She will not this time. There will be no mention of the storms she would create in order to disway any from arriving on the island. The attempt to drive seafarers made with her telepathy. Especially not involving the false information she would provide any would-be invaders to lead them “astray”. Where they wound up was never at her discretion, but as the saying goes ‘Sea’s are dangerous, but the islands are where the real peril is.’

“I’m grateful I am not the only guardian. There is one for each island. So I am not alone.”

( @askvekpa )

[this ask got answered by the clever Sol @askbohemiancompany !! Thank you so much for this fun trade :D]

[mysticmayhem1337]

I've started watching The X Files recently and I gotta say, I really like it. There's something about the specific genre of shows like Bones, Criminal Minds and also now The X Files that I just can't get enough of. Maybe it has something to do with the FBI? Who knows, the point is, they're very good, and I'd recommend all three.

Especially Bones. Criminal Minds is particularly well-known and The X Files is a cult classic with an instantly recognisable theme tune. But Bones, I fear, doesn't get the same love. The titular character, Dr Temperance Brennan (affectionately called "Bones" by her partner, Agent Seely Booth), is a forensic anthropologist and works for the FBI to identify bodies so decayed they've become skeletons. The nickname hopefully makes sense now. I've always identified with her and think she's a pretty fantastic female character.

Of course, Bones herself isn't the only interesting character, Booth is played by David Boreanaz who is most recognisable as Angel in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. The two often clash with their differing viewpoints but always seem to work together to save the day and catch the bad guy. Then there's Dr Hodgins, who really loves bugs and dirt, and Angela, who does facial reconstructions and Dr Saroyan who does all the fleshy bits Dr Brennan can't.

I could go on and on about Bones, but I wouldn't want to give away significant plot points and disway new viewers. You can stream it on Disney+ if you're interested.

[lightdragon789]

I'm going through a bad burn out and art block right now, it's been a roller coaster for me atm.

So, I decided to share some pieces that I've done in the past but never got around to uploading. That being the rest of Nash's family. His mom Clara, his father Howard and his younger sister Agnes (Kid and young adult).

I'm going to give a brief description of his parents, as I haven't figured much out for Agnes yet. Just know she's a very cute kid with lots of energy. Plus that Nash never got to meet Agnes until he venture through Aakahn with Bodie to Montell. This is due to their father never coming to Nash's place for them to meet and Nash never visited due to going through his own mental struggles relating to his father. In the story Nash wrote a song for Agnes, thinking she had their mother's hazel eyes. But she didn't and it disheartened Nash and made him realize just how much of his sister's life he missed.

But anyway, let's start with Howard! Nash's father worked at Aakahn's hunter's guild. He was known as one of the best hunters in his prime, catching many beasts. Bears, wolves and even some avian half-bloods. He was a fighter but also a strategist with traps. It wasn't until Nash was around six that a half-blood from silverben, damaged his leg severely. To the point where he was to use a cane due to his bad limp, thus retiring early from being a hunter. This gave him the push to start training Nash into becoming a hunter like his fathers and brothers before him.

When Nash was showing lack of interest in becoming a hunter and more into the arts though. His father did all he could to disway him from that path. Drilling it into him, how he'd be nothing to nobody if he didn't become a hunter. Stating it was in their family's blood to be a hunter and that he had all the qualities of a hunter. Even when years passed and Nash still didn't show much interest, he took Nash to Montell to shoot an avian folk he caught before him injury with a crossbow. He was proud that Nash took the shot and advanced his training from then on.

He never noticed how much this was effecting Nash, only seeing his progress and showing his pride when Nash did what he was told. Then when Nash was 15, he helped him move out so that there would be space for his younger sibling. He never visited Nash after helping him move, as when he found out he became a librarian instead of a hunter. He grew ashamed of him and focused on his wife, but then she died in child birth. Leaving him to seek a caretaker for the baby while he worked in a more easy place.

It isn't until Nash passes by with Bodie does the two meet again after 4ish years. He's impressed and proud of Nash for catching such an impressive beast. But Nash isn't the same anymore and asks why his dad never visited him or came to console him after his mom's death. To which Howard is dismissive but it makes Nash more annoyed, to point where he lash out with all the years of anger flooding out. It's here he learns that Howard didn't visit due to being ashamed of Nash's choices and Nash disowns his father. Citing they were only tied by a last name and that was it, and how he wants nothing to do with him anymore and leaves with Bodie.

SO, yeah that's Howard! Onto Clara!

Clara all her life wanted to go to Thessla and train to become a mage. As she always was fascinated by glyph magic and knew she had some strong times to her affinities. However, her family was anti-magic and forced her into jobs around Aakahn. It made her feel tied down as she practiced magic on the side, away from her folks. But then they set her for an arranged marriage with Howard and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Thus stopping her magic practices and being wedded to Howard. Then having Nash as their first son. At first, due to postpartum depression. Clara distances herself, only feeding and caring for Nash when he cried.

However, things were easy as Nash was a very relaxed baby. Then as he got older, Clara would still be distant emotionally at times but tried her best to help Nash in anyway she could. Even showing off glyph magic to Nash when Howard was off working. When he went into retirement due to his limp, and started training Nash. She truly saw how much of a toll it was taking on their son. She tried to voice her concerns but was shot down multiple times by Howard. So, she'd make it up to Nash by taking him on nature walks, going to the library and in the summer time watching the fireflies.

She even saved money and bought Nash a violin, after his 11th birthday. Seeing how shaken up he was after shooting the avian half-blood. There wasn't mush she could do, other than say how sorry she was due to all of events his father put him through. Even the day he moved out, all she could muster was a teary sorry as he left. Even still, she waited for her son to visit. Writing letters and sending him the stories he would write her on her birthdays and Mother's Day. After she passed away giving birth to Agnes, she never blamed Nash for never coming but only wish to Div that he lives a better life than she did.

That was a lot to write....

BUT I hope you guys like the rest of Nash's family and I hope you all have a lovely day!

Characters and art belong to me!

[w33nies]

Qué Maravilla CH.1 - 'Only You'

Next ChapterMiguel O'hara x SpiderReader rating: E for Everyone bby warnings: none? lots of angst tbh summary: You and Miguel don't see eye to eye about Miles and canon events. Arguments arise and so do some secrets. art is not mine!!!! @uzuriart on insta !!!

---------------------- Ch. 1 - Only You --------------------

“I’m not asking,” said Miguel. 

 The boy he was speaking to was the poster child of the unbridled virtue and righteousness you’ve come to associate with the youth. Rebellious, head-strong, and empathetic (possibility to a fault). You had heard of this boy, Miles Morales. The first anomaly. The accidental spiderman. He was surrounded by O’Hara and his subordinates who stood as a silent imposing force, no doubt working to disway him by their sheer numbers alone. But the boy? The boy stood his ground. Like an outsider looking in. Or was it an insider looking out? Nonetheless, you knew it took a strong man to be able to stand alone and that he had the makings of a great spiderman, probably one of the best. 

Miguel on the other hand, stood with his hands on his hips. Towering frame staring down the teenager with an almost paternal sternness. A monument of the now unshakable chain of command he had built from the ground up. Firm in his stance and belief like a river that would not divert its course.

 While everyone in the Spider Society was on the same page, every once in a while there were voices of dissent that would arise from the younger spider folk. The biggest in recent memory probably being the shaky ethics of the ‘Go Home Machine.’ You have been in the Spider Society for about 6 months now. To your knowledge no one had ever been bold or, dare you say, foolish enough to bring their qualms to Miguel directly, not even Hobie. But the scene before you was probably the most definitive example of the growing uncertainty in authority brewing amongst the younger spiders. It was like experiencing one great big generational divide appear right before your eyes. 

Despite the stand off taking place a mere few feet in front of you, your mind was beginning to wander elsewhere. Now silently doing the math Miguel had laid out for specifically Miles but also inadvertently for you. 

“Canon Event ASM 90,” O’hara explained, "A Police Captain close to Spider-Man dies saving a kid from falling rubble during battle with an arch-nemesis.” 

That sentence had taken you completely off guard. You looked around the room from spider to spider, each lacking any inkling of the shock you felt hearing that statement. Even towards the holographic display of thousands of spider men and women kneeling in grief over their dead comrades. You knew all about canon events and the ‘fate of the multiverse’ junk Miguel would spew from time to time. Of course you knew everyone had their own radioactive spider bite, an arch nemesis, an Uncle Ben, but Captain? You haven't experienced anything like the things he was chastising the young man before him about . So you raked your mind for anyone that could possibly be. You weren’t close to anyone on the force. In fact, you didn’t have the best relationship with the ‘law enforcement’ of your dimension. They were corrupt, violent, prejudiced, anything and everything they shouldn’t have been. It's the whole reason you became a spider, actually. Was it possible that he told you and you simply forgot then? There’s nobody you knew who would even consider-

Oh.

Oh no. 

  -     -      -

Your niece was 17 years old. She was the only one out of your entire family who knew about your superhero identity, and not by choice either. 2 years ago you had broken through the window of your sister’s house after a particularly harrowing battle against your universe’s version of the Green Goblin, seeking a temporary refuge. You incorrectly asserted that the entire family was on vacation. As a reward for your incompetence your niece caught you battered, bruised, beaten, and maskless in the bathtub. You were basically obligated to tell her after that. The more and more she pried into you about your double life, the more her sense of justice and righteousness grew. You were against her pleas to help you in the beginning, but she proved to be a valuable asset. She was incredibly smart, not to mention scientific, thorough, and calculated. She uncovered scores of classified information, provided live updates during missions, even helped you develop your new high tech suit. In short, she was your girl in the chair. 

One night the two of you were sitting on the top of one of the skyscrapers in downtown Manhattan (thanks to your web slinging) . You were in a low squat with your hands placed between your tip toed feet watching the hustle and bustle of the city below you. 

“You’re brooding again.” She quipped behind you, cutting through your concentration. You turned around to see her tapping her foot and crossing her arms in mock annoyance. 

“Sorry, force of habit.” You chuckle as you back away from the dangerous ledge opting to lean against it instead. 

“So...I’ve been thinking…” She starts with her hands in her coat pocket, swaying side to side like a little kid. 

“About what?” you raise your eyebrow, half expecting one of her outlandish requests, like when she asked you to pick her up from school in costume in front of her friends or when she tried to convince you to crash her friends’ moms’ wedding (also in costume). “Just so you know, I’m not gonna slingshot you out the-” 

“No! About the city! Look…,” she gave a deep sigh before continuing “I hate that I know so much about what’s hurting this city and I… can’t do anything.” 

“What?...What do you mean?” 

“What do you mean, what do I mean?!” she said frantically waving her hands to find the words she had been mulling over for ages, but were now escaping her. “Like- Look at you! You have superpowers. You fight crime. You…you’re changing the world and I…” she slumped over, putting her hands in her pockets “Never mind, just forget it.” 

“You know I couldn’t do any of this without you kid.” You watched her face, still coated gloom. “We’re like Sherlock and Watson,” you joked, attempting to lift her spirits. 

“I know…,” she walked next to you now resting her arms on the ledge staring intently at the skyline. “But I could do so much more. I don't want to…ugh… I just- I don’t want to hide in my room and watch innocent people get hurt anymore.” 

Those words shocked you into silence. A tense quiet that seemed to last hours. Only to be broken by her soft whisper.

“I’m gonna change New York. I’m going to change everything.” she spoke in such a hushed tone it would’ve easily been lost to the wind for your heightened senses. “ The gangs, the politicians, the police- all of it. I’m gonna change it all. Whatever it takes. Imma do whatever it takes…'' she spoke, never breaking the determined gaze with the city below her.. It was a declaration similar to the one you made 3 years ago when life decided it had more interesting plans in store for you. ‘She’d make a great spider’ you thought to yourself  ‘and an even better leader’. You contemplated telling her so but you bit your cheek. Instead, you playfully shoved her shoulder with your own. 

“And I’ll be right there with you. Every step of the way.”

“And this time you’ll be Waston.” 

You laughed, “Dream on kid.” 

  -     -     -

Shouldn’t wouldn’t. Would She? 

But she could and that alone was enough to solidify your stance. 

It’s a culmination of sounds that pulls you from your thoughts. You look up and see chaos. Miles bangs his fists on the holographic barricade that now confines him. Did Miguel have that on him the entire time? Spiders all around you now murmuring in confusion amongst themselves, Jessica giving Hobie a ‘stern talking to,’ and Gwen and Miguel in the midst of a shouting match. 

“Miguel, is all of this really necessary?,” you wedge yourself between Miguel and Gwen “He’s just a kid.” 

“He doesn’t know any better-” Gwen started.

“- But you do,” O’hara was seething, fingers jabbed threateningly close to her face. He was growing defensive. 

Wait a minute, even Gwen knew? She had been inducted into spider society less than half the time you have and she knew. When you first joined Spider Society Miguel practically took you under his wing and showed you the ropes himself. You had been on so many missions together you had honestly lost count. The hours of tracking anomalies, preserving canons, scouring through files and files of spiderman lore, discussing hot take after hot take on the yet to be discovered intricacies of the multiverse. Come to think of it, you knew canon events like the back of your hand, he made sure of that. There was simply no way a spiderman hallmark of this magnitude would just slip your mind. 

“Miguel, We need to-” 

You’re interrupted by a loud screeching bang that shakes the tower and rumbles the ground beneath you. You shielded your eyes from the source of the blinding light. When you regained focus you spotted Miles, free of his confinement yet frozen in place like a deer in headlights. He glanced at Miguel who, now kneeling on the floor, unveiled his eyes and returned his gaze with his own look of genuine surprise. Then, without missing a beat Miles booked it towards the archway leading out of the tower.

“MILES!” Miguel took off after the boy, starting on all fours before leaping upright with the speed of a demon and a glare bordering on insanity. You watched as all of the spider kind chased after him. You shook the initial shock out of your body and began running. 

‘What in the actual hell is going on?’ you thought to yourself.  

-    -    -

You feel a knot grow in the pit of your stomach as the mechanical arm grabs Gwen and yanks her to the platform. 

“Go home Gwen.” Miguel’s voice booming throughout the entire space. If there were any naysayers, none of them dared to voice their concerns, not now. 

Gwen fought futilely against the strength of the machine holding her to the platform. She shot her web in search of an anchor but to no avail and then began to pound against the barrier threatening to snuff her from the dimension completely. As if that wasn’t enough, her last interaction with Miguel rattled your core.

“We’re supposed to be the good guys, ” she asserted. 

“We are,” was all he managed in response. 

The words traveled down your spine like ice. While you all had a good grasp on the in’s and outs of the multiverse, even Miguel had to admit there were so many things waiting to be discovered, not to mention the assertions you all held that could just be plain wrong. Could this be one of them? Could you all remain connected in different ways?

“Miguel.” you turn so fast you end up stumbling after him. He’s already barking orders and dividing everyone into search parties. Portals begin opening ang whirring all around you, this man really doesn’t waste any time. “Miguel,” you repeat. He ignores you.

“Miguel!” You shout, assuming he couldn’t hear you over all the scrambling and shouting. 

“Miguel!” He begins typing coordinates on his watch until a portal appears behind him. “Whatever you have to say, it can wait until after I fix this, ” he turns to step through the portal. 

 “Miguel O’Hara! Look at me!” 

-    -    -  

Miguel paused with his back to you. He let his head fall back as he heaved a strong, guttural sigh with slumped shoulders. You sounded just like her. Well, of course you did, you were her. Only you would use his full name like that when you were frustrated with him. 

He stood there gazing at the ceiling for a few seconds before grudgingly sliding his hands down the front of his face and letting them fall to his sides. He slowly turned towards you. 

“Yes.” he said, clearly agitated.

He didn't mean to sound rude, but he really didn't have time for this. He had seen first hand how things like this turn out. He saw it himself. He saw it with Gabi. And he saw it with you. Nonetheless, he looked you in the eyes and felt a sting in his chest seeing you in this nervous state. Your breath was shaky, panicky almost, “We’re all going to lose someone? Every one of us.” It broke his heart. You sounded the same as the day he lost you.

“Yes, all of us. Look,” he stepped closer to you and fought the urge to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “Losing people is what makes us-”

“-Tell me it isn’t my niece.” 

“What?” 

“Miguel.” You struggled to steady your trembling hands you held out in front of you. “Tell me. Tell me it isn’t-Tell me you didn’t know this whole time.” 

He instinctively reached his hands out to hold you but stopped. Every time he’s near you it’s like he’s fighting his very nature. Fighting tooth and nail the urge to pull you close to his chest, stroke your hair, and tell you everything was going to be alright, and that he would take care of you. He keeps forgetting you aren’t the same. Well, you were the same, but it wasn’t the same. Not because you were a spider woman, but because you weren’t his. Because he wasn’t yours. Not since the day he failed to save you. Not since the day he watched you die. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. He couldn’t bring himself to lie to you. He knew you loved your niece. You would dote on her like she was your own child, he would know. You boasted of her achievements like they were yours, pulling up her baby pictures every now and then forcing Miguel to gush over them with you. You were the same way with Gabi. ‘I guess you’re just naturally a good mother’ he thought to himself and it never failed to make him smile. So how could he have possibly told you? How could he explain? He couldn’t. So he stayed silent. Lowering his head to avoid the guilt that your unforgiving stare bore into him.   

“You cannot be serious.” 

“It’ll happen years from now. Cariño, listen to me, there’s no way-”

“-Don’t cariño me.”

“I’m doing this for you.” Fuck. “For us.” Double Fuck. “I mean- I- This is for the good of the entire multiverse.” 

“There just-,” your voice caught in your throat. You swallow hard before closing the space between you too, placing two balled fists on his chest while looking up at him with glossy eyes .  “There has to be another way.” He lifted his hands to gently cradle your elbows, prompted by the burning in his stomach upon seeing you so distressed. 

There was only one other time he saw you with this exact look on your face. 

And so Miguel O’Hara found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. Never had he ever anticipated something he would put above the needs of the multiverse. Not since he lost you. But now that he “had” you… 

“If you think I'm going to help you, you’re out of your mind O’Hara.” 

You stepped back, removing your hands from his front. Your pleading gaze now mixed with wounded determination. He could practically feel you slipping through his fingers all over again. 

Miguel had half a mind to beg on his hands and knees if he had to, just to keep you by his side. Where he could protect you. Where he’d know you’d be safe. He quickly regained his composure and bit his cheek. He didn’t always like what he had to do. 

“Then don’t,” he spat, turning around to avoid your gaze. " Layla, keep her here and don’t let her leave under any circumstances.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” the A.I. said unenthusiastically. 

You make a break towards the portal before he tosses a trapping device at your feet, confining you to the same barrier that held the distraught teen no less than an hour ago. 

“Miguel! Miguel stop!” you yelled and slammed all your weight against the electronic prison, but it was no use. 

He stepped through the portal and sighed, releasing the tension in his body he didn’t realize he was carrying. Never had he ever encountered something he would put above the needs of the multiverse. Not even you, he told himself. You were part of the initial accident that led to him building this empire in the first place.. So naturally only you could get him to pause and reconsider even if only for a second. Because after losing Gabi, it was only you he was doing all of this for. You were the reason he swore to protect the multiverse.

You and only you.

[hargo-news]

Kepentingan Umum

Oleh: Dahlan Iskan DUA capres didukung oleh pemilik media yang begitu besar. Dua-duanya gagal masuk putaran dua. Satu capres lagi tidak didukung pemilik media: perolehan suaranya mengejutkan, 60 persen. Walhasil, media sebagai kekuatan besar sudah jadi ”omon koson” –jiplak istilah populer di debat capres. Semua orang kini punya medianya sendiri-sendiri. Independen. Hilanglah adagium lama: siapa…

[sorcerous-caress]

You've sucked me into the human kink, I have been bewitched <3 tmi but my new go to spank material is that I'm an adventuring party's precious lil cleric, especially in a group of butch warrior women. I offer full body ;) care and they reward me for my services with orgasms and protection.

With a stoic stone butch Half-Orc ranger serving as our leader, an older playful dwarven woman as our fighter, the party rogue is a surprisingly bashful tiefling, there's a mean hard dom drow lady who is our magical expert wizard, and a dragonborn Paladin of the same deity who can be especially protective.

After a very successful job we all rent a big room in a tavern and they all run a train on me..... okay I'll see myself out

Each time I try to write about cleric reader, i get flashbacks to playing squishy supports in moba games where the enemy runs a train on me under the turrent with my useless adc spamming "sup dif"

Maybe if our jungler wasn't busy sucking the mid off, then they'd have had a bit of time to disway the enemy jungler from blowing my guts. Idk what the top is doing honestly, they're in their own world half of the game. Who are they even fighting? The enemy top is right here under the turrent cucking my adc by wave stallling.

But anyway, cleric human let's go.

Imagine it was originally just you and one of them at the start. A new adventuring team, a half-orc ranger, and her precious human healer who tends to her every need and fawns over her every cut and scar.

The second you walked into that adventuring guild, you didn't even get to have a look around before this intimidation half-orc woman approched you. Her tusks were so big and sharp, het gaze sends chills down your spines and her biceps were easily the size of your head.

It was obvious you were a cleric from the way you dressed. The holy clothes, the innocent attire and the cute necklace with a symbol of your god on it. The spellbook you clutched to so adorably as if it will protect you from the dangers of the world outside.

The second she saw you enter, she knew the others here would be swarming you like flies. Everyone wants a healer but nobody wants to be the healer, everyone wants to be the hero of the story.

Not her tho, she never did this for the fame, glory, or gold. She truly was it in for the betterment of the world, no matter how much her own kind is viewed as evil and self serving, she did not care for what others think of her, she'll gladly crush their skulls with her bare hands.

So she tested you as she stood in front of you, not saying a word and watching your reaction closely. Will you run away from this scary half-orc with tears on your pretty cheeks and go hide behind the first human fighter you could spot?

But no. You didn't. Instead, you've only extended your hand to her with a friendly smile. Introducing yourself and asking for her own name. You also spoke normally, unlike how others, especially elves, tend to talk to her own kind with slow condcending words as if she was a brute who didn't understand basic language.

With her by your side, no one else dared to approach you in the guild hall. She walked you through the process of registering as an adventurer, making sure to explain everything you didn't understand and answer all of your questions. Clearly taking pride in showing off her intelligence as a high level ranger.

That's how the two of you met, and since that day she has been by your side. She was clever and knew how to win fights before they even started, a true warrior of the mind that could trick her enemies into walking straight into traps.

But even then, some fights she had to face head on and take the hits meant for you. She always made you her top priority to protect, even sometimes forsaking the mission for your own safety and carrying you away.

At night, the two of you sit around the fire. Her familiar companion cuddling into her side, with you in her arms as you doze off in the safety of her lap.

Then, eventually, someone else approaches the two of you in the guild after turning in a certain mission. A drow wizard with her expensive looking dress walking towards you with confidence.

Staring the two of you down, her confidence didn't falter even after meeting the half-orc eyes. But she did give a small smile towards you, reaching out and holding your chin in her fingers. Turning your face from side to side as she took in your features in great details.

Your half-orc companion got agitated at this strange woman thinking she had the right to just walk up to and touch you. Almost slapping her hand away, wasn't it for the drow pulling back her hand first.

Her next words, are her announcing the fact she is joining your party, human.

[wutheringmights]

Off anon, Long ask ahead.

Serious: When my friend first sent CTB to me, I read the first two chapters. Then I abandoned it. A long while later. I remembered I never read it. Thought, “Well let’s give it one more chance, it might surprise me.” Man, oh man did it. I got to the Ear-piercing scene and was hooked. The dread I felt throughout the past sections. Just knowing Something terrible was going to happen and they were going to stop being friends, brothers. When Spirit discovered Warriors had been lying about the light spirits. I thought that was it. But Then It Wasn’t. and that was so much worse. In a good way. Defying expectations. The neck scene. Changed the whole game. Went from, “I’ve got stop projecting onto these characters. Obviously, the author didn’t mean for me to interpret it like That.” To, “Holy Shit I am So Awesome and good at subtext.” Very good. I did not notice the underlining theme about hands until it was Too Late. Went back and looked at previous chapters. Oh my god it was so obvious. Of course, now I am intentionally looking for foreshadowing. Which might also cause problems. I am noticing Drowning coming up A Whole Lot. So, worries. Went back and reread the first two chapters after I finished reading and was punched in the face by how much I missed. I was mainly compelled by the past sections. In part because there were fewer characters and thus it was easier for me to understand. The first time the present sections really got me was when Warriors found Wind with the journal. I was so scared for him. And the next chapter did not disway my fears. I cannot properly explain the way I felt when reading. Every so often I would feel the most amazing sense of dread while reading. And it compelled me. You wove such complicated feelings into this story. I so desperately wish I was better at explaining emotions, just so that I can tell you how I felt while reading. But god. I can find myself in some way in Spirit, The child, and Warriors. It’s so incredible.

The dread I felt during Scenes like, the entirety of chap 14 or the build up to The child’s departure. Is rivaled only by the Horror I felt when the Minish showed up in chapter 16. I actually had to stop reading for a moment because I was so scared. I don’t know why.

Silly: Don’t worry, I’ve already ‘fought’ my friend. When the name twilight came up, I genuinely thought it was twilight sparkle from my little pony. I very quickly scrolled back up to look at the character tags (I did not look at any of the tags before reading, big mistake.) when the minish first came up, I felt such a primal sense of fear. I can’t even explain it. I thought I was getting by fine. Then A Creature showed up and my gosh. I had to stop reading for a minute and prepare myself because I was just SO scared. Though I have to say that by far the scariest moment when reading, was the slow dreading realization that every single character was blonde. Horrifying. I keep getting Wind and Wild mixed up. It’s causing problems. It took me so long to realize Time was the child. I was so dead set on the theory that Time was an older Warriors. It made sense at the time. Speaking of Warriors. I keep thinking of him with facial hair. which is funny because he is constantly described with a clean-shaven face. And I kept forgetting. I have to wax him in my brain every few minutes. Legend is flipflopping in my brain from, I think I know what game he’s from, to, emo teen. I no longer know how old any character is. I do not trust my perception of age. I thought 'old man' Time was in his Sixties, I thought he had fully gray hair. NOPE! Another blonde boy! I knew of exactly two legend of Zelda games. Original legend of Zelda, and Tears of the Kingdom (and super smash bros. if that counts???). I think perhaps this is causing problems. When Lana got mad at Warriors for spreading rumors about her and Time. I remember thinking, “That’s kind of an overreaction.” And then I went back and reread that that chapter and GET HIS FUCKING ASS LANA. I am now a Lana apologist.

Spirit is just continuously playing the “Hate” monologue from, “I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream,” in his head (Me, projecting again). This is very disjointed. Thank you.

Going into this story with nothing but Tears of the Kingdom, the original LOZ, and Super Smash Bros to guide you is a feat. I have friends who are more well-versed in Zelda lore, and they do not understand what is going on.

I am both impressed and terrified. I still think you should fight your friend.

Nonetheless, I'm really happy that you enjoyed the story-- especially the past sections. The past is always the hardest to write, and it's really nice to know that you were so deeply invested in it. I'm really happy that you found it compelling and dread-inducing. Truly, thank you <3

Also, Spirit having the hate monologue on loop in his brain is the funniest take on the character. No notes.

[written-in-flowers]

EVERY ONE IS THIRST FOR OTTO AND I'M LIVING FOR IT

Can you write how Otto would react if his lover was team black?

Heartbroken. Devastated. Just two of the words to express how he feels the moment you both finally see each other. Your whole marriage...your whole life together, he thought you'd both shared the same values and beliefs. He always thought the both of you wanted the same things for the realm. Yet, standing here in his solar, looking over at you, he cannot help feeling his heart breaking.

Because this is the moment he sees that your hearts were never truly one as he'd thought.

You wish to abide by your father's wishes and help your sister ascend the throne. That is what you promised, and that was the oath you'd both made when she was crowned heir.

Now, he is going back on his word. He told you that Rhaenyra being queen would be bad for the realm. The lords of Westeros will not follow a woman.

"Is it a woman on the throne you fear, Husband, or is it Daemon Targaryen you fear?"

"...He will run through her. Having him as king consort is subjecting this castle, this kingdom, this country to madness. He'll be as bad as Maegor the Cruel, and he'll do it through her. You know this to be true."

"I know my sister to have a good head on her shoulders and be able to make her own decisions. You do not seriously think to put that oaf Aegon on the throne?"

You noticed him pause. He'd never planned on revealing it to anyone. It'd be an accident. "I'd never believed it of you, Otto," you finally said in the silence. "You'd kill the boy? Why?"

"To install Aemond."

"Aemond?"

"He is far better suited than either of them."

"And is a second son. It should Jaeheryes, Aegon's son."

"He is a baby. Aemond is a grown man. He can rule as King Regeant while we teach Jaeheryes how to rule and be a proper king." He pauses, and pleads, "Please, Y/N. See reason. Rhaenyra cannot ascend."

You were disgusted with him. He could see it in your eyes, and it broke his heart. He'd hoped that least out of marital duty you would stay by his side. He did know if he could do it without you. But, he knew you better than that. He knew that when he married you, a young woman with stars in her eyes.

"Then, I suppose this is where we part, Otto."

"Y/N-"

"-I loved you, Otto. I would've followed you anywhere, but this...treachery and murder? Is that what you have stooped to? You have no even considered a way that does not involve murdering innocent people? Children? Your kin?"

"It is necessary."

"Is it or is that what you keep telling yourself?"

"The realm will tear itself apart if she goes on the throne."

"It appears it will regardless of who sits on it. I'll do my best to disway my sister from killing you for your treachery, but she isn't forgiving like me."

"Y/N, you will come to see I'm right once everything is settled."

"And you'll come to see you're wrong."

With that, you left. You walked out of the solar, and out of his life for good. That was the first time Otto Hightower wept, and he'd continue to every night when he stands at the window and waits for you to come home.

You never do.

[mouthymercx0x0]

"Ya know people try to diswayed me from dating beings beyond my means. Like monsters or angesl or demons or cosmic horrors. They fail to understand.

I HAVE LITERALLY KISSED DEATH ON THE LIPS WITH TONGUE. I AIN'T SCARED OF SHIT."