#need that symbiote child in their lives already

[disheveledtranquility]

I bet Eddie spent so many days just fighting exhaustion, his organs in a constant strain and his skin overheating because of how much he was over exerting his body with Venom. I bet he spent so many nights waking up covered in sweat because he didn't eat enough for all the energy being used. Didn't sleep enough for the both of them. Because Venom doesn't sleep, but Eddie does. And together they use twice as much of whatever Eddie's body needs to survive.

He spent a whole year like that just to wake up in the middle of the night to dead silence and cold sheets in the aftermath of realizing how much he didnt mind actually mind it before, praying with everything he is that he would hear that voice again clawing away at his senses for food.

And maybe there's something there, something that pulls from inside as Eddie tries to barter his own organs to the silence in the room just to return things to how they were.

A tiny pull, nothing severe. Just a little twitch. Eddie doesn't notice it over his racing heartbeat.

There's too much pain here now, and it's not strong enough to survive. Not strong enough to make itself known. Soon though. Soon Eddie won't have to be alone anymore.

[sleepy-sirin]

Incarnation (Honkai Star Rail x Child! Herrscher! Reader)

Summary: In which Y/n, the creation of Will of Honkai, successfully defeated her own creator with the help of her friends. After defeating the Will of Honkai, for using too much of her power she goes into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 8

Third POV:

Back in Era:ZERO

"E mi et escontina♪

O plenitas o colindia♪

Mi mortis sicle ha juus costro♪

Mawe Poco entalius♪

Gledis clant o pledistiant♪

Enti lai viginse lescayan♪

Mawe poco es vienticlo♪

Taan ma tai la la la♪

La la loo♪"

Y/n sing a song that she discovered and took liking to it. She was at the seashore singing while observing the "God of War" a stronger weapon against the Houkai proposed that Dr. MEI build, and a giant red sting ray (Y/n's real body) is attacking the "God of War".

"Are you still going?" Y/n asked Kiana who was beside her.

"Yeah, MEI is waiting for me." Kiana said to Y/n.

"Will you be coming back?" Y/n asked her.

"Don't worry, I will defeat the Houkai and come back to everyone." Kiana said.

"...... Is that so, it seems that you are still so stubborn......" Y/n watched Kiana walk away from her.

"Goodbye, my beloved Kiana...."

-

Years later

[Huge Houkai outbreak]

[Human civilization has been confirmed destroyed]

[Alaya]

"Begin to implement civilization amendment program..."

"First stage, begin calculations."

-

"E mi et le escontina♪

O plenitas o colindia♪

Mi mortis sicle ha juus costro♪

Mawe poco entalius♪"

".... Sigh. What a boring world..... Always in a hopeless cycle of reincarnation." Y/n said, as she stands up from the sand and went to dive into the deep sea.

"..... to see, an old friend ~" She said. as she made her way to the Stigmata Project.

"Long time no see, is the child ok?" Y/n asked the A.I hologram Infront of her.

"Terminal calculation is in progress, Do not approach." The A.I said.

"What an indifferent machine, it's merly a parasitic remant of human civilization that lives inside me... How ungrateful." Y/n said.

"We are symbiotic, that agreement is still in effect, you have no room for rebuttal." The A.I said.

"Ah... that's right, if it wasn't for that agreement with that child, there wouldn't have been so much trouble." Y/n said.

-

4???? Years ago on the moon

"Sure enough it still didn't work.... You couldn't change anything." Y/n said to Kiana.

"Weather it's humanity, or Houkai...." She said.

"Y/n.... Can I ask you for something...." Kiana said.

"Of course, I'll make all your wishes come true for you. Because that's what I was made for..... To become your lover." Y/n said.

"This time.... Stop joking...." Kiana said.

Y/n chuckles. "Haha, I'm being serious. To become a lover of humanity, to become a lover of Houkai, to become.... Deeply in love with your lovers. I will wait for you, Kiana."

"Whether you remember me or not, no matter what you become. I will keep it for you, the possibility of a future that you want...."

-

Y/n's POV:

Back in the present

"Y/n, will you help us?" Bronya asked me.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm only abandoning the side that will always lose. Lack of tact, that's one of  your human tricks of the trade, isn't it?" I said.

"You will always lose... You can't be the first-" Yssring said.

"I don't know, right?" I said.

"Not as the doomed dead, but as friends." Kiana said. She reaches out hand.

"Let's fight together, Y/n!"

I hold Kiana's hand. "Okay. That's not too bad."

-

"Phemie Iris and Y/n attack the Will's outer body from the outside. You all need to hurry up and destroy the Will's core!" Phemie Iris said.

"The Supervisor of Will has already assimilated the moon and sucked out the power of the Ruler of the End. Plus, there's still a "passageway" that connects the two universes. That allows us to take in an unlimited amount of collapsed energy from the collapsed universe. That Will's power is at its peak, so don't underestimate them." I said to the group.

"Thanks for the heads up, Y/n!" Kiana said.

"But in this realm of the human soul-" Mei said.

"There's no way we can lose!" All of us said.

"Y/n, Why betray us?" The Supervisor of the Will asked me.

"That's a really silly question. You've already calculated and derived the answer, haven't you? You are just like that kid Otto. You have been "rulers" too long. Your wills have been set long ago, you are doomed to defeat." I said.

"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

"Obey." The Supervisor of the Will tried to control Y/n but it didn't work.

"It's useless. In this realm, Y/n is not under your control. Now she is not a servant of collapse, she is my friend!" Kiana said.

"Lock on."

"All bullets fired!"

The Supervisor of the Will's tentacles attack at the group. All tentacles were easily obliterated by the attack of mechanical wings and heavily armed rabbits. The power of the attack was far beyond the power of the soldier gods. Ninti became a galloping golden lightning bolt, breaking one by one through the defenses built by the Supervisor of the Will.

"We are nothing but stupid creatures repeating the same mistakes." The Supervisor of the Will said.

"Seele and Sin, their actions actually proved it. People can grow! We will not allow them to be slandered!" Bronya said.

"Humans have been fighting creatures since ancient times, but human history is a history of progress. It's you who don't see it. They really are stupid creatures!" Yssring said.

"The future of our world is full of endless possibilities, but your world is already rigid. Even with the Sacrament- We kept going with our burdens and arrived at this moment of triumph!" Ninti said.

The "black flame" gathered in Kyuushou's hand and became a huge sphere that slammed into the Supervisor of Will. Compared to it, the controller of will looked obviously small.

"Don't screw with humans, overseer of wills!" Kyuushou said.

"Don't make me laugh!" The Supervisor of the Will said.

The destroyed body of the Supervisor of Will was re-built. At the same time, a golden light, similar to that of the law of the end, was emitted from its body, the same golden light as that of the law of the end.

"This guy is till going strong!" Kyuushou said.

"It's just a bluff." Kiana said.

"It's a pseudo-created emotion, but it sounds like the real thing." Mei said.

"Behind me, the energy life forms of the entire collapsed universe are waiting! There is no way we can compete with a mere earth civilization! I will make you regret it from the bottom of my heart!" The Supervisor of the Will said.

All of us attack the Supervisor of the Will with all of our strengths but the Supervisor was too strong to be taken down. The firepower of  Phemie Iris and Y/n is not strong enough.

"Let's just block the "passageway" between the two universes so that guy can't use the disintegrating energy. Because then that guy will be nothing more than a lump of meat the size of the moon." Y/n said.

"How can we do that?" Mei asked.

"It's the opposite of the way the Supervisor of the Will opened the "passage" and sent the first disintegrating energy, me and the first Kiana into this universe. Besides, the distance between two universes is closer now than it used to be so we don't need to start a big war like before to block the "passage"." I said.

"But this knowledge exists only in my main body and in the consciousness structure of the "first you". The "first you" is already gone, and the power of the law giver of the end has been absorbed. So-"

"No, you can't!" Mei said, already know what I was planning to.

"If you do that, Y/n-" Kiana was about to convince me, but she was stopped by me.

"It's okay." I assured Kiana and Mei.

"I've known for a long time... That "Kiana" I am looking for is long gone. I was looking for a version of "her". I also know that I wasn't "special and unique" to you from the beginning." I said. I approache to Kiana.

"But I couldn't ignore my feelings." I put my hand on Kiana's cheek.

"The only one who knows this knowledge, all the power involved in it. Take all of me Kiana." I kissed Kiana gently on her forehead.

Both Kiana and Mei looked shocked at what they saw, seeing me and my main body scattered, glowing with light.

"And this is not a "fusion" mission given by the collapse. It's not due to some meaningless sinecure, either. Just of Y/n as a human being. A final, selfish "love" for you." I said.

"Y/n... You are so selfish, Y/n..." Kiana smiles at Y/n.

Mei chuckles. "Hah... Kiana, you are really loved by everyone. But she saved the day." Mei hugs Kiana tighter, feeling jealous.

Taglist: @starxao

[see-arcane]

I think the issue with Renfield is that Dracula primarily hunts for young blood. Every single older person, like Mr Swales or [redacted] and [redacted] he simply murders conventionally.

I'd say he does prefer young blood as a matter of either taste and/or preference in collection, but Renfield's situation--specifically wanting to join Dracula in his condition with all its promise of immortality and power--probably rubs the Count's hackles the wrong way for a more specific reason.

We've seen him inhale a ship's crew without any mind games reserved for anyone but the final unlucky survivors, the First Mate and the Captain. However old or young the sailors were, they all got slaughtered. The First Mate may have been intended as a conscripted party; just for the pleasure of inflicting the condition on a victim who knows and fears exactly what that state entails. Hence the First Mate committing suicide by the sea rather than risk Dracula's 'welcome.' We never learn the First Mate's age; only that he chose death rather than risk whatever Dracula intended for him.

We've also seen him work with willing laborers in the form of the men who came to fill and move the earth boxes at the castle. Be it for pay, or under duress, or both, these hired men did the work the Count asked of them and laughed at the sight of a victim of their employer begging for help. However happily or grudgingly, these guys were on the Count's team. Dracula can function in a symbiotic relationship with others when he needs/wishes to...

...but none of those men were vampires. Which brings us back to Renfield.

Renfield is a middle-aged man bound to an asylum cell who promises fealty to the Count as his master in exchange for Dracula's accepting/turning him. As yet, there's no immediate benefit to be gained by acknowledging him. Certainly none to be gained by turning him. Specifically because Renfield wants it.

How old is Dracula? How many times do you think he's encountered those like Renfield, pulling at his cloak like a child at mother's aprons strings, begging for a share of his power without realizing the tradeoff? Or worse, knowing and not caring?

We're going to see exactly what Dracula's version of vampirism does to a turned victim in this book. It's not pretty. It is, as some folks have suggested, a turning up of impulse and id to the highest power, with all the violent carelessness that entails. It turns good, virtuous, self-sacrificing souls into vicious funhouse mirror versions of themselves, enslaved to Dracula, but ultimately as blithely focused on What I Want Right Now as the Brides were in the castle.

Now consider what would happen if Dracula went around turning, say, business moguls. Hedonistic aristos. Gluttons. Cutthroats. Individuals hungry for power at the cost of others' lives, regardless of species. Renfield is thankfully not striking too high on the food chain as of yet.

But Dracula can scent what Renfield has the potential for as surely as Renfield detected his arrival. He will never risk turning said potential into its worst possible form by way of vampirism. If he did, his little binge on the Demeter would look like a mere cheat day compared to what a full-blown vampiric Renfield would do to an entire dock's worth of bodies.

We've seen already that Dracula has a hell of a time just keeping the Weird Sisters in line, and those are just three girls who we can assume he's had a hold of for potentially centuries. Regardless of any oaths of loyalty from the living man, Renfield would be a bottomless pit the moment he turned, taking up all of Dracula's focus in trying to stop him from devouring the countryside in a spree.

And that would just be Renfield. What would he do with a whole colony made from the foundation of less-than-sterling individuals? Even as the biggest fish in the pond, Dracula's would-be conquest would turn into a massacre of merely non-saintly parties turned into outright demons.

All of which is a very longwinded way of saying Dracula is choosy over more than youth, pretty faces, and the fun of a good mind game. He has to be choosy about a prospective new vampire's spiritual status too.

If Jonathan had just been some asshole, or even just a flatly ordinary man, not only would he not have lasted the two months in the castle, he'd never have been targeted for turning. If Lucy was just some snobbish beauty with a lucrative medical condition, she'd have been dead the first night Dracula called her to him. But they were and are good people; and they were and are afraid of him, consciously or subconsciously. They do not want what he means to give them.

And for cruelty, coveting, conquest, and caution's sake, that's exactly why Dracula forces it on them.

[diabeticasshat]

SCOTT PILGRIM WRITING AU RAMBLE BECAUSE I DONT HAVE ART READY TO UPLOAD YET ( ARCHIVES MIGHT BE! )

✦ㅤ

Gideon sipped a cup of ice tea, it was a party he was invited to but has no idea who invited him. “ You’re not from around here, your eyes have seen things. '' An albino woman passed him by, her fingertips entrailed onto Gideon’s chin which made Gideon shiver to the core. He held to his cup uncomfortably, but he already felt attached to this woman, who is she? Had she met him before, his thoughts were overwhelming his brain.

It wasn’t long before he snapped out of it as Ramona tugged his arm and made him sit close to the floor, as if he was being tugged like a chain close to his neck. Maybe this is what he needed, his thoughts clouded his brain again.

Weeks passes by, Gideon starts to feel infuriated in the relationship as Ramona settles on her plans while not prioritizing him in the slightest. She would call him in the slightest of chores and sometimes would hug him in his sleep, but even that was so dreadful, he was like a plant that needed water but even that wasn’t a main necessity.

He started to cry which made Ramona coo at him for once, he was like a child that needed nurturing and his childhood best friend was slashing his face. “ What’s the matter? I had to stop writing record labels. “ Gideon limped himself to the floor, looking at Ramona with tethered eyes. The public couldn’t give him thousands of stares, but lay down embarrassment as his glasses fogged thinking of a chance to scream, to scream her name even beg for it.

All he let out was a downward look before Ramona up tightly used her hand and raised Gideon’s chin, “ Time is passing, by the time you’re done I’ve already finished 50 shades of gray, you need to stand up. “ A crowd started to blabber about what he was doing was straight up shameful which pulled Ramona to grab Gideon and they both rushfully ran towards the stairs and up to the corridor up the building.

“ You know, you could’ve spoked about it to me right? You have a mouth, use it. “

“ You don’t understand!- “

“ I DON’T? You don't understand how much I spend so much time getting into record labels just to give you what you want! “

“ I suggest behaving, and drink the pain away! Maybe then I could give you a treat. “

Gideon’s eyes went numb, as if someone was stopping him from speaking. He muttered a weak “ Yes Ramona, I’ll take your advice. “ Walked downstairs again as if he imprisoned himself, he was like a vessel and Ramona was the symbiote, it was a toxicity he couldn’t even escape from.

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Ramona goes on a rampage while Gideon holds a bottle of whisky, in his point blank he shouted back, like a dog unfamiliarized with the world around him. They both shouted until their voice ran out, to the point Gideon was almost sober.

“ You only cared about me when it comes to MONEY! “

“ SO WHAT! MONEY GIVES HAPPINESS! “

“ Well, it is certainly ruining US both! “

“ I try to talk to you, you’re always toying around my shoulder and telling me ‘ We’re gonna be famous worldwide ‘, and only for you to perpetuate me to being a bassist and that’s all you want from me! ”

“ You’re of great importance, my dear, you have seen far lan- “

“ YOU’RE NOT MY DAD! “

Ramona obviously backed down from this, it’s like her eyes drooped as if she had one. She was a living beetle, as if she actually bitten him enough to the point his blisters were pointing out, making him act out.

“ Not all of us HAVE good dads, Ramona. ”

“ Some of us have abusive ones, and some of us are even lucky we get out ALIVE. “

“ If you bite my hand again, I’m gonna kick you in the shins. “

“ Look, Gideon, I didn’t know you felt like that- “

“ Well, be more wary of what other people feel next time. “

Gideon left with a sigh, and also left a note for Ramona to read. It was covered with the words ‘ RAMONA ‘, she squinted at the sight of it. She didn’t feel a twinge of regret but her curiosity peaked. Her dull eyes looked while noticing there was a stain of blood hit the note he wrote, finally, worry sparked inside of her, was he doing self harm in their relationship?

Their relationship is indeed self harm in itself, Gideon couldn't coo himself to feel better. He felt like he was trapped inside of his bubble. As if he cant photosynthesize if he’s around. She was a venus flytrap to him.

[scientistswishingwell]

This is not a recipe blog. But have some cake and also what I thought about while I made it.

Spiced Apple Bundt Cake(s)

Cake Ingredients:

3 medium apples, chopped

1 c. maple syrup

3 eggs

3/4 c. brown sugar (I used dark)

1/2 c. butter, softened 

1 Tbsp vanilla

3 c. flour

1 1/2 tsp baking powder 

1 1/2 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp fine sea salt

1 Tbsp cinnamon

1/2 tsp ground nutmeg

1/2 tsp ground ginger

1/4 tsp ground allspice 

(Optional) 1 c. chopped walnuts 

Icing Ingredients: (will make more icing than you need so maybe half this unless you want extra) 

1 c. powdered sugar

1/4 c. milk

8 oz cream cheese

2 Tbsp vanilla

pinch of cinnamon and nutmeg as desired 

Instructions:

For the cake, begin by mixing the apples, maple syrup, eggs, sugar, butter, and vanilla. (Bold Ingredients) In a mixer the apple bits may jump out of the mixer so cover it with a towel or duck!

Mix all the other cake ingredients together and add into the apple mixture. 

Grease your Bundt pan really well. Bake a full cake for 1 hour at 350F or mini Bundt cakes for 45 minutes. Overfill the mini Bundt cake pan a bit so that the icing can sit inside the cake. 

For the icing mix all the ingredients together. Ideally, it is a little bit goopy so you can fill the mini Bundt cakes but also get a good drip to make it pretty. 

This cake is also awesome with caramel sauce. 

Hey everyone, now that we have cake, want to know a fun fact? Much like the way that this bundt cake is just okay without the apples and the apples are just apples without the cake, Today we get to have this wonderful combination of apples and cake AND either caramel or cream cheese icing (or both if you’re feeling saucy), and we get to think about lichens. 

What’s a lichen, you may ask? Or you may not ask, because you already know, or because you are not interested, and in that case you can skip this bit and just think about cake. But for those of you still here, a lichen is, in its simplest form, a symbiotic relationship between an algae and a fungus, with the fungus providing structure and protection and the algae providing extra food with the ability to photosynthesize. Lichens grow on rocks and trees and pretty much anywhere else, and are among the very first organisms that colonize a place after a disaster such as a forest fire or a volcanic eruption. Because of this they are often called pioneer organisms, and they are able to persist in environments far harsher than post-volcanic wastelands. In fact, the poster child of natural resilience, the tardigrade, looks like an absolute wimp when compared to some species of lichen, which can withstand several orders of magnitude more radiation than our dear little water bears. Lichen are resistant to many kinds of damage, and there are several species of lichen whose presence can be used as a surrogate to determine the overall air quality in a region. 

But wait, you say, back up. Species of lichen? Didn’t you just say that a lichen is two separate organisms? How can a lichen be a species? Would you list a great white shark and her loyal remora as a single species? Of course not. While they both benefit from their symbiotic partnership, they are also perfectly capable of existing separately. Such is not the case for many species of lichen, which have spent so long living in tandem that the individual fungi and algae can no longer live apart. Thus, a single lichen is classified as a species, and not two individuals. 

This is what is beautiful about the humble lichen. It can look like nothing but a dusting of greenish powder, or it can hang off of trees in curtains. It can be sent to space, frozen, boiled, and irradiated, and will rebound faster than anything else even where disaster has devastated an area. However, take those two individuals apart and they may well falter and fail under the same stressors just like everything else. And just so, everything in the world will struggle on its own without the support of another. Lichen builds the communities we thrive in, and in itself is a tiny community, proving every day, in every corner of the world and beyond, that we are stronger together. 

Thanks for the idea, @vroom-shroom, and thanks for helping me make everything a two person job.

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Agent Overhill's Last Day" Episode Followup, Part 1

The One That Got Away On Agent Overhill's Last Day.

Hey, it's a bit wordy, but they could fit it on the folder if they tried! Plus it rhymes!

Well, anyway. We're nearing the end, folks. Shame it only lasted for less than a month, but hopefully kids and parents alike will view episodes enough times to where it will get greenlit for a Season 2/Season 5. With more episodes. More better-written episodes. Please.

Let's get down below the break for another episode featuring a one-shot. Because in 12 episodes, we have enough room for a one-shotter episode.

Heeeeeeey, Athena's back!

...I mean look, so long as it isn't Omar or Tasha, I think we're good.

*slow blink in "memory loss not a thing in the oddverse?"*

AND FUCKIN' SPEAKIN' OF MEMORY LOSS.

"No, I don't want to cure dementia, or Alzheimer's! I want to make people remember how to ride bikes!"

It's like having a cure for cancer in the palm of your hands and using it for the most trivial shit imaginable. (And if you get that reference, brava to you.)

Well hey, at least he's on grassy terrain and has protective gear on. So, y'know...there's that.

Brain fart happening right now, but I could have sworn there was a gag just like this alrea- oh.

Now I remember, it was in "Who is Agent Otis?"

And funny enough, it was Oprah who needed help with the pickle jar AND SON OF A BITCH SOMEONE BROUGHT THAT SHIT UP IN THE WRITERS ROOM HUH.

(That aside, though, does...does the organization manufacture their own pickles? It's not Shmumbers or some UK-equivalent branding?)

Ahhhh Captain O, they could never make me hate you.

It's like she gave Orwell the jar knowing she went through strength training and that son of a gun can't open it!

See, it's funny because we already got "Villain X" in the form of Xavier and Xena. This guy is just proudly declaring he's a villain and doesn't work for Odd Squad.

Yeeeeeah, I dunno, guy...those just look like pictures of sunglasses.

On a side note, you guys think a villain could use Photoshop to say "I caused oddness" when they didn't do anything? If they were really that dumb enough, I bet they could. (I mean, if my dumb ass took a Photoshop class in high school and got a passing grade...)

Okay, that's...uh...an impressive display of lapels. Did she spend time in every department or are they like Sunny Starscout's G4 character pins and mean nothing?

See, where this franchise tends to fail to draw the line is distinguishing odd things from odd people.

Solving oddness is arguably easier than catching odd villains. They are mutually exclusive because it's symbiotic, but to a certain degree.

Orwell here seems to think that, since Overhill solved odd things, she can catch an odd villain. Perhaps not so, but I'll let status quo bring the gavel down on that.

"I wish I had your positivity."

He's supposed to be a stoic man. And you can have positivity with a stoic man, but this just makes me wonder how the season would change if Orwell were a sourpuss with a stoic voice.

Man, it's like this season just threw the entire fucking concept of departments out the fucking window, huh?

I mean, it's nice we're getting Orwell focus...but Ocean and Oona were paired together and they aren't partners because, if I remember correctly, Oprah never referred to them as partners.

Again, I will reiterate: when Oprah does this, it's impactful. It has bite, because she's a ball of anger in the body of a child.

When Captain O does this, it has no bite because she is not a ball of anger in the body of a child; she is a ball of sass in the body of a child.

Be reminded that this is the second time they have pried traits out of Oprah and plopped them into similar characters like it means anything. At least with Captain O, it fits more than Orpita...

AGEHA HIJIRI'S PRESENCE LIVES O- oh. No, wait, that was last year...

KOMUGI INUKAI'S PRESENCE LIVES ON!!!!

You don't send a dumb child to do a smart child's job, Captain O. That's just basic common sense.

(I would make a Cracker Barrel crack here, but I don't think they have those in the UK.)

Okay, to be fair, that's more threatening than sunglasses.

Big-ass mosquitos, though, would be a bigger threat.

YEEEEEEEAH BOMB THAT MASTER HILL MARTY MCFLY WILLIAMS. BOMB IT REAL GOOD, GO FAST, CATCH VILLAIN X!!!

No, no, honey, the bigger question is why you're wearing a robe with a hood on it. Here in America that's robber wear!

No...no, Seren, don't make the yuri joke...no don't...no...

...FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK IT.

This joke would have been better if he made a joke about how his wife left him for something odd...y'know, like a bunny...

But alas, this is a PBS Kids show where Valentine's Day is 100% strictly platonic.

"...Orli, why are we here?"

"Our contracts say we have to have at least 30 seconds of screentime per episode."

"And we're spending it playing table football?"

"Look, you don't have a Boys and Girls Club here, so I have to make do!"

Charlie Change sounds more like the name of a money-based villain than that of a shapeshifting one.

But y'know...in 12 episodes, do you really want them to go into the financial logistics of this universe?

Okay, first of all, do either of you even fuckin' lift?

And second of all, you two need to be on both sides. And preferably have two more people helping you. TF do you think you're gonna accomplish if you're both on one side, bashing his head into the cement floor?

Ohhhhh and he's got vaporizing powers so he's speeeeeeechuuuuuuuuuuuuuu- yo me into the fucking ocean.

At least this lady's more properly dressed for the outdoors.

The way I fuckin' cackled at Orwell's "Oh, come on!" here.

Look, the man has a limp and uses a scooter as an assistive mobility device. You can't hate him.

Man, I do so love they're dropping all this stuff about this agent we've never heard of before and will never hear of again.

...Okay, the dollhouse furniture-making hobby is cute, I'll admit, BUT STILL-

Osgood, what the fuck did you think would happen? You're throwin' yourself into a volcano here!

woman doesn't get what villain x is saying

she's wearing a hoodie with hourglasses on it

Check yourself, honey.

(On to Part 2!)

[wintervenom]

The Raven

Chapter 1?

This story is a marvel x Wednesday show crossover. By the way sorry for the grammar mistake (also Natasha is Reader's adoptive parent, Reader doesn't have like powers but they do have a symbiote aka Venom)

I'm trying to figure out how to make this and this is kinda my first story here so I'm very sorry if you don't like this I will try and make it better.

** means venom talking to the reader's mind

~~ means reader's answer them

-- actions

Nat: look I know you are not very excited about this but you need to give this a chance to work out what you need and try to be a teenager and enjoy yourself.

Y/n: we were never kids mom you know it and this school is way too far for my liking

Nat: oh I know that see we have arrived

A time skip is brought by me with love ❤️.

Principal W: (we all know who is this women 🙏🏻) It's a pleasure to meet you miss Romanoff seeing that your child has very good grades they were able to accept them in Nevermore.

Y/n: if I have a say in all of this principal Weems I saw that this school has uniforms I would like to ask if it was OK if I use the boy's uniform. It's for preference...

Venom: YOU HAD TO ASK FOR CHOCOLATE, I WANT MY CHOCOLATE.

Principal W:I don't think that would be a problem, let me show you your dorm I will get someone to show you the school

Nat: sorry darling I have to do something about going to Sokovia I will call you ok -she kisses y/n on the forehead and lives-

-after some walking and asking questions principal Weems they arrived at the dorm-

Principal w: this is your dorm you can decorate it how you like, your mother told me about your friend so you have it all for yourself, I already told someone to give you the tour they would be here at any moment.

Y/n: thank you principal Weems - venoms head comes out of y/n back- I want my chocolate or I would eat someone's head.

Principal w: and your chocolate will be arriving soon -after saying that she leave their room-

- after we see her leave the room we start to put our stuff in the place that we want it to go making sure that everything is going in the right place we are left with a very nice room-

(Something like this, sorry if you don't like it the picture is very thanks to our aunt's Pinterest)

Y/n: well it looks nice...

Venom: I don't think they are bad people I really want to eat bad people.

Y/n: I know buddy but for now I would give you chocolate we should find a way about that later -someone knocks on the door- um... yeah? Come in.

...: well hii!.. oh wow this reminds me of my roommate.

...2: I prefer darker stuff this is just a pathetic children's play.

Y/n: hi???? I'm Y/n pleasure to meet you both

Enid: oh yeah sorry I'm Enid and this is my roommate and friend Wednesday we are showing you the school.

Wednesday: we are not friends just acquaintances. Now let's show you the place every second I miss I could have been writing my novel.

-they leave the place and start walking through the halls while Enid is very happy talking about the place leaving the quad for the end-

Enid: and best for the end this is the quad (let's suppose that a very bubbly Enid told them about the F.F.S.S aka fang, furs, stoners, and sirens) what are you?

Y/n: im what you guys call a normie not that special you know

-venom and Y/n speak through their mind-

*You dare to deny us? I've been very hurt cupcake*

~call me cupcake again and you will have no chocolate~

Wednesday: so you just came to a school full of outcasts

Y/n: well мой ворон it's not illegal you know?

Enid: O.M.G, what was that language?

Y/n: Russian it's my mother tongue -y/n shrugs their shoulder- it's normal.

Wednesday: -grabs her pocket knife and points it at Y/n- I don't know what that means and I don't care if you dare to call me that again you will have no tongue to speak again

Y/n: -smirks- *I like her, she is like an angry little scorpion let's keep her cupcake* ~she is not a pet venom~ you know мой ворон you are one angry person I like it -after saying that they leave the quad-

Time skip❤️

-Y/n was walking to fencing class-

Y/n: ~come on V this is going to be awesome we train with mom and the others~

*no, we are stronger*

Bianca: hey new kid let's see what you got -she looks at them and smirks-

Y/n: -they smirk at Bianca-

oh, what a pleasure that would be...

(Y/n smirk reference... we all like a good reference)

[angel-inked]

What happens when you find them asleep?

You come home and call out to your significant other to alert them to your presence but get no answer 🤔

Had the idea for this at like 2-something AM lol

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @inkwolvesandcoffee @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @potter-solomons

Muscle boi

"Bebe, I'm home!". No response, that's odd. Tommy just about always greets you like a loyal dog when you get home, quite literally like a dog, because then it turns into him wanting nothing but your attention. That's where you're different, Tommy usually silently stares at someone with an annoyed glare until they leave him alone, but for you? He's basically a sweet saint bernard who still thinks he's a lap puppy.

What worries you is you know he's home, cause otherwise the door wouldn't have been unlocked. You start cautiously making your way around the house, not exactly eager to poke your head around corners, as the last time this happened, Tommy came up behind you and scared you shitless! "Come on! I was just playin' with you!" You recalled his voice that day, as he was laughing his ass off.

Finally, you found yourself in the living room. Hearing some kind of light thunderstorm ambiance playing, the kind Tommy likes to listen to when he's trying to calmly fall asleep. That explains why he didn't greet you at the door. You moved toward the couch, leaning your elbows on the back of it.

Sure enough, Tommy was sleeping and peacefully for once! It wasn't uncommon for him to wake up in a panic in the middle of the night only to refuse to tell you what's wrong when you calm him down. Cypress, your tabby and white ragdoll, mewed up at you from her spot, curled up against and being kept nice and warm by Tommy's stomach, her head and paw resting on his side.

You smirked to yourself seeing Tommy had the stuffed Valentine's bear you gave him locked in a death grip, clinging to it like his life depended on it. Maybe something to hold on to was all he needed to fall asleep and actually stay asleep, as cute as the sight before you was you couldn't help but snicker to yourself as you remembered Tommy asking you what he, an MMA fighter, was supposed to do with a child's toy.

"So much for the stupid bear".

The chaotic duo!

You groaned tiredly as you walked into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and his partner, "Eddie? V? you guys in here?" You called. The TV was on, and a certain symbiote was clicking through the channels, "ya know for literally being an alien from another planet, you sure do like sitcoms" you giggled, walking up to the couch and sitting on the arm rest.

Glancing down, you saw Eddie fast asleep, lips slightly parted as soft snores escaped the back of his throat. "How long as he been like this?" You asked, looking back up at the black mass that was attached to Eddie at the shoulder. "Two hours," Vemon's voice rumbled, "Puny human is always tired". "Hey! Who the hell saved you from becoming another failed lab experiment?" You scolded. Vemon looked down at Eddie, almost shamefully.

It wasn't uncommon for you to scold the symbiote as if you were scolding a child, Eddie looked terrified the first time you did. Vemon, however, just hid inside of Eddie and refused to come back out, that's when Eddie's expression turned to amazement, "I never would've believed Vemon could be scolded without someone losing their head if I hadn't seen it for myself!".

"Big scary alien my ass! Eddie's self-esteem is already low enough without adding your mockery to the mix". You didn't care about Vemon's ungodly amount of teeth, and you certainly weren't afraid of them. Eddie and Vemon occasionally acted of one mind, but when they didn't... "Sorry" Vemon mumbled. "Alright," you sighed, patting Vemon on the head, and held a snickers out to the alien from your pocket, knowing how hangry the symbiote could be.

"You're not you when you're hungry".

Camden's King

After what you and your husband called work, you discovered what you thought was Alfie relaxing in the parlor after a long day. What you actually discovered was Alfie Solomons asleep on the couch, still clutching a glass of bourbon.

You glance down at Cyril, who was laying his head atop Alfie's crossed feet. Cyril perked his ears up and let out a small whine as you looked at him. "Yep, there's the big bad gang leader everyone's afraid of" you hummed to yourself, a smirk resting lazily on your face. Gently freeing the glass from Alfie's grip, you opted to down the rest of the liquor yourself, waste not want not.

"Not bad, good taste Mr. Solomons" you thought, setting the glass on the coffee table. Carefully draping a blanket over his sleeping form, a groan emerged from the back of his throat as he slightly adjusted himself. The groan was a satisfied sound, he was comfortable "goodnight Alfie" you whispered, brushing a few strands of redish brown hair back from his face.

"Yea, it is with you 'ere" he mumbled, slipping more and more into slumber. You smiled. It feels good to finally feel needed. Life in Camden will certainly be quieter without my brothers trailing after me, good riddance, I say!

Sweet dreams highflyer..

A small cottage in the English countryside, a garden with a white picket fence around it, what more could you ask for? Your beloved. Since yesterday, Farrier's aviator's hat has been hanging on the coat rack by the door. You had heard word from Collins that Farrier had been captured by the Gremen, which is why you were rendered speechless when he showed up on the doorstep with a boutique of wildflowers in hand.

"The garden looks lovely" he said after you stared at him blankly for a moment, as if unsure what you were staring at was even real. He doesn't seem too keen to explain what happened, Farrier never was one for what he considered idle chatter, for he spoke with purpose only. He'll come around at his own pace, he always does.

The lady at the shop expressed her apologies for your love becoming a victim of the war. It seems you're the only one who knows Farrier came home. Well, except for Collins, probably. Once you were home with your shopping, you called out to him, "Farrier?". Nothing, walking into the living room, you found him.

Catching up on sleep, something you're sure he hasn't done much of for some time. You smiled while gazing at his sleeping figure, messy brown hair, loose-fitting clothes, and Confetti, the black and white border collie, loyally guarding his side as he slept. "Good girl," you grinned, rubbing her head. Farrier called her Confetti after you gave her to him for his birthday. You gently lay a light blanket over him and kiss his forehead,

"Sweet dreams highflyer."

Criminal.

Criminal. One of the many things your family called him, did you care? Hell no! You ran with Forrest and his brothers as teenagers and had no plans on stopping now. "Howdy!" Howard smiled with a tip of his hat, holding the screen door as you walked in and walked out after you gave him a smile.

You wondered through the station to the middle brother's office, nodding to Maggie as you passed through the barroom. Coming to a stop in front of his office door, you gave it a little knock. No answer. You push the door open to poke your head in, seeing Forrest in his desk chair.

His head flopped over to the side, and the steady raising and falling of his chest confirmed your suspicions that he was sleeping. Keeping Howard and Jack in line could prove to be quite a tiring task. A smile lined your lips as a groan emerged from the back of his throat as you ran your hand through his hair.

"Forrest," you said quietly, gently prodding him to wake up. He was definite for a moment, scrunching up his features and lightly pushing your hand away from his arm. Finally, he relented. Opening his eyes halfway to look up at you.

"Let's get you to bed, shall we? Your neck and back will thank me later."

[tierra-paldeana]

⠀“ you know, there's a couple ponds on glaseado populated by clodsire.⠀are they normally so cold - hardy, or are these ones more adapted to the environment? ”

☠🌏– Rika stares at the pond surrounded by snow for what feels like an eternity, her eyes scanning both the area and the Pokémon inhabiting it. She's definitely heard about how Wooper and Clodsire lived in other areas of Paldea, but the fact that they lived here of all places too caught her off guard every single time.

But... she understands why that's the case. There's a warmth in her eyes as she speaks of them, fondly.

''...See all those Psyduck and Tadbulb? The Basculin too, n' some others... Heh, they got plenty of food to go around. No wonder they're here...''

She takes a few steps forward and reaches the shore, and she does something that is usually very risky for her - she takes off one of the gloves protecting her pale hand from hurting in the cold, and dips her hand into the water.

...Warm. Not like a hot spring, but warm nonetheless. She smiles and shakes the water off her hand, then puts her glove back on once it's dry.

''They found a good place here, for sure. The water's in perfect condition for 'em. Even durin' a snowstorm, I can see 'em bein' safe here.''

She's genuinely impressed, even if she already knew there had to be a way for them to survive here. But... because it's Glaseado, there weren't as many here as in the south. And that was evident by how the Golduck and Flamigo outnumbered the Clodsire. But she saw many Wooper, which was... reassuring.

Just a few meters away, she catches the sound of their dialect. A conversation that probably sounded like simple croaks and grunts to her companion, but, to her...

Mama. When will the mean Three-Claws go?

When the Walking Mountains n' their children come back for the night, my son. They'll bring berries for everyone and we'll all eat.

As she heard the conversation between the Sire and her child, she remembered the days when papá and his army would team up with the neighbouring Whiscash pond by the river to hunt together. From what she could infer, the Clodsire here were very good friends with the Cetitan and Cetoddle that lived nearby... A symbiotic relationship that was different, but very familiar to her regardless...

Her heart swells, her chest irradiating warmth and awe and her vision blurry as she reminisces.

...Are those tears in her eyes?

Luckily for her, her back's currently to Grusha, so he doesn't need to see this. She swallows the knot in her throat. She's proud. She's so proud of everyone living here, all those pups frolicking on the shore and going for a swim, the small group of Clodsire watching over them as the Sire ferried her own pup on her back across the water...

''...They're not usually this cold-hardy, no. But hey, the water's warm, there's plenty of food for 'em, they're safe... I'd call that a success, nahaha!''

As discreetly as she can, she uses the excuse of needing warmth on her face to rub her own tears away with both gloved hands. She's not ready to disclose that with Grusha. Not yet. But... one day.

''...Thank you for takin' me here, Grush. Makes me happy seein' em livin' a good life.''

[totallylulalutiacreations]

Small drawing of shattered Dream and Raven symbiote. I also did a little write up for Lore to this pair.

I'm still a lil'new to this world of AUs but I hope you all like it!

An AU where humans had sealed away Monsters but also became fearful of those with mage lineage. Rare as it was. 1000 years later, Raven, a woman in her early 30s, lived with her young daughter in a secluded forest away from most towns. 

One night, Raven woke to the smell of smoke and the sounds of her daughter's frightened screams. They had been found by one of the villages nearby and despite using her shields and plant magic, Raven was unable to fight them all off and she fled, both her and her daughter injured. 

Meanwhile, Dream in his shattered state had fled from battle injured and in desperate need for a host to gain his strength. He chose to hide in this insignificant universe but sensed a soul, green he believed, filled to the brim with anger, hatred, and guilt. He followed it to a woman, injured but able, as she sobbed and clung to the body of a young child. He couldn't tell whether or not the younger was alive or dead, but it was too good an opportunity to pass. As he slid his way over, the familiar sounds of a angered and frenzied mob grew closer. 

"My goodness, miss, you look exhausted." He said in a low, weak voice. 

"Wh-..." Raven looked around before eyes fell upon the small symbiotic creature. "What do you want?" Her voice was shaky. 

"I can help." He stated but gained a scoff. 

"Can you bring people back from the dead?"

"No," he began. 

"Then what's the point? My daughter's already gone." She answered lowly. "I…"She trailed off. Eyes tired and unfocused as she looks down but at nothing in particular 

"All the more reason for us to work together, they don't deserve to get off scot-free for this...I should know..I've been you…" He shouldn't dally, but having her willingly give in compared to fighting him would be much easier. 

"I think I see the witch!" A call came from the distant treeline. He could feel, absorb, and taste the surge of fear, anger, and hatred, emit from this doe eyed woman as she clung to the small body in her arms. 

"They each should suffer for this. Revenge for every, pained breath that little one has gone through…" he growled out. He was almost convinced himself he was actually trying to help her and not just recover. 

Her breath hitched as she slowly looked up to flashlights that tunneled down upon her. 

"Clocks ticking…all you have to do is accept my help…" he growled. Surprised as she stood slowly, the emotions underneath were reflected in those brilliant green eyes. 

Raven clung her daughter to herself, shaking as the tears rolled down her cheeks and her lip curled in a snarl. 

"I…" she choked out from behind a sob, but cleared her throat and firmly stood her ground as shouts grew louder and louder from the forest. 

"I accept" 

[theniftycat]

I’m turning 33 tomorrow and recently I was told by a relative of mine who’s known me since I was 3, that she thought I was 25. We didn’t meet very often, but still, it was a bit weird.

Up until I was 30, people thought I was 19, but I thought that these past few years were rough enough on me, but I guess not that rough.

Idk, my entire physical presentation is not what I’d prefer. I’m short, Asian, very feminine, very disabled and very young looking. Meanwhile, I can look at Greg Davies and think “yes, this is me.”

Body euphoria might be overrated, I have no problems with being who I am physically since 25. Before that, it was rough. Seeing myself in a mirror was a surprise every time. But a human adapts to anything.

I’d say I had gender dysphoria, but what bothered me more was my disability. It still is, but now it’s a bit whatever. I like living alone because I don’t have to think about whether or not my facial expression bothered anyone. The thing is, with spastic palsy it’s hard to control your muscles, including the face. So, when I’m worried or excited my face is a mess. I almost can’t smile normally in photos because I overdo it.

It’s not only the spastic face that’s a social problem. I do a lot of things with visible effort or weirdly, it also bothers people, so they often help me without asking if I need it. It’s annoying.

Now, about gender, in a perfect world, I’d be a man. It’s not big enough of a deal to do something about it, I’ll never feel good in my body, but it works and that’s enough. If I transitioned or made effort to present like a man, I’d have to think about my appearance too much and it’s just not worth it.

Looking young is also an issue because it’s infantilising enough being a short disabled Asian girl. Essentially, what people see when they look at me is too contrasting with my personality and cognitive dissonance isn’t a people magnet. 33 is my age starting with tomorrow and it’s small enough already. I can’t wait to be 50, people will start seeing me a bit more, I think.

Being short and left handed are little nice additions that are there to just make things a bit spicier. Some things are hard or impossible to reach, other things are hard or impossible to open. Using scissors isn’t a thoughtless thing etc.

Internalised racism is also very funky. I already talked about how I saw 0 Asian representation in Russian media growing up. It was mind rotting. As a child I thought I was Russian and when I thought about the future me, I saw myself with curly red hair. My hair did become curly about three years ago, so, yay, manifested.

But once I accepted all of it, I’m now okay with my body. My personality is inside it and so far it’s still there. I’m body neutral. It works, I try not to make it feel bad, it controls me, I control it, we’re symbiotic. Body euphoria isn’t reachable for me, but there are other things in life to like.

That is not to say that trying to reach body euphoria is futile, you do you, but it’s just not for everyone. And it’s okay. Body is just a form. If it’s not perfect or the opposite of what you like, maybe it’s not that big of a deal.

[professorathena-pokemonexpert]

These Poké-wimps can, and will, outlive 90% of all other Pokémon, and here's why

Welcome, trainers! I am Professor Athena, the professor who teaches new trainers about their Pokémon theories and observations! To start my journey, I am here to talk to you about some of the weakest Pokémon that can survive even the harshest disasters without breaking a sweat.

#0173 - Cleffa

Our first child on the chopping block is Cleffa, the Star Shape Pokémon! Upon first sight, this is a more confusing 'mon among the list of survivors. A 0.3-meter-tall marshmallow with 50 HP, 55 Special Defense, and 28 Defense doesn't exactly scream "fit for enduring a nuclear war". But, Cleffa has a trick up its sleeve that gives it a chance.

Cleffa, along with several other Pokémon such as Deoxys and Eternatus, is mentioned to hail from the cosmos. Already, this implies the existence of Cleffa on other planets or even galaxies, thus allowing the Cleffa population to continue living on even if Earth were to experience a tragic disaster. Clefairy, Cleffa's evolution, can also learn the move Teleport. While the limits to this move are not specified, it could possibly be able to teleport to at least the nearest un-harmed planetary body, but this is a bit out there.

Additionally, being able to survive in space allows Cleffa loads of biological advantages that would allow it to live in the now-apocalyptic state of the Earth in this scenario. Cleffa can survive extreme cold. Cleffa doesn't need oxygen and can survive on no/limited food and water. Not only will Cleffa survive, but it might also have one of the largest living populations of any Pokémon in a worldwide catastrophe.

#0557 - Dwebble

Up next is a Pokémon that could hypothetically survive for years on a post-apocalyptic Earth, given that food and water are omitted factors: Dwebble, the Rock Inn Pokémon.

Now, you can see that Dwebble has a pretty evident defense mechanism, that being the rock it carries around its back for shelter, akin to real-world hermit crabs. This rock alone could help it survive several world-ending disasters. Given that rocks offer a good level of shade and protection from extreme levels of heat, Dwebble could potentially survive the troubles of radiation. It also hides poor Dwebble from predators, which will be more rogue due to the lack of food around.

Now, you might be saying that Dwebble without its easily-detachable shell would be less than useless in the struggles of a cataclysm. However, something pretty interesting happens when you breed a female Crustle with another Pokémon of the Bug or Mineral egg groups. Dwebble are born with the rock on their back, insinuating that they have a rock-like genotype, that allows them some of the durability of an actual rock. Furthermore, Dwebble has Sturdy as an ability, allowing it to barely survive a myriad of different attacks. Finally, if all else fails, it could hide within the defensive pores of another, much bigger Pokémon that can also likely survive the erasure of most other Pokémon: Hippowdon. With impenetrable defenses and its sand-based diet, it will gladly live on when most others won't. Dwebble is known to hide inside of their pores, in exchange for dislodging the stones that may get stuck to form a symbiotic relationship. Dwebble could, depending on their diet, probably spend months or maybe even years living in and around Hippowdon for shelter in a cruel, post-apocalyptic world.

#0704 - Goomy

The final warrior is another insectoid Pokémon, and a fan favorite among the community: Goomy, the Soft Tissue Pokémon! However, this lovable pile of goop is more than just an adorable addition to the Kalosian roster. In fact, Goomy might be the most durable Pokémon on this list!

Unlike the other Pokémon we've discussed, Goomy can survive - and thrive - in the event of a worldwide flood. Its body is mostly comprised of water, akin to Vaporeon or the real-world jellyfish. Therefore, it can revert to a diluted state, or simply actively survive within the ocean. Goomy has a very simplistic protean genotype, allowing it to endure a myriad of water-based pollutants.

Chemicals? It thrives off its toxic slime.

Rising heat levels? That's what the membrane around its body is intended to prevent, or at least delay.

Excessive amounts of iron and other metals? That's how Hisuian Sliggoo and Goodra came into existence in Pokémon Legends: Arceus.

As for nourishment, Sliggoo uses its corrosive saliva to dissolve its prey until they become liquid for it to slurp on. Additionally, Sliggoo can corrode and dissolve anything it can, giving it a vast array of food choices, as well as offering it a great advantage in territorial combat. While often more potent/abundant upon age, the offspring of venomous species still possess venom with a similar/same composition. Therefore, Goomy would still possess that level of corrosion, allowing it to survive even without needing to evolve, a feat that is especially helpful for a Pokémon that first evolves at Level 40.

I hope you enjoyed this analysis, trainers! Tune into Professor Athena's Tumblr account for more of their lessons such as this.

[kits-ships]

💕 with ur spiderman si ?? 😏

by GOD did i infodump. thank u sm for the ask!!

holly is my s/i that has gone thru the most atrocious experiences. not that the other's haven't experienced anything awful, but with holly they dont stop coming and they dont stop coming and they-

she has three major au's; one for the raimiverse, one for the mcu, and one for the spiderverse. you can typically tell the difference by their hair colors if i don't mention which one i've drawn! spv holly has a short, brown bob, rv holly has longer, dyed hair, and mcu holly is bleach blonde.

for all three versions, her "great responsibility" moment took place in psych ward and was originally in reference to her art, but it took a new meaning when holly failed to protect the nurse that she'd grown attached to. it felt like she'd lost so much at this point, so she was determined to change her destiny from that point on. that's what drove to become the night-web!

she managed to find herself living in nyc (greenwich) after her mentor passed and left her home to holly. the woman's son had already passed away prematurely and didn't have many other people to put in her will, so she decided to hand it off to the closest thing to a child she had left. of course holly graciously accepts the property- even if she hates the city environment- because who can afford a home in this economy??

however, it branches off a lot!!

before graduating, raimiverse holly finds herself working in the shadow of spider-man. she's not too much of a fan of this dork, but her college internship gives her an excuse to go to the city and fight crime, so she does her best to deal with him. of course peter is excited by the presence of someone just like him, so he's a little upset when she goes out of her way to avoid him.

she can't even escape him as she works under otto octavius, because he shows up anyways! holly is just trying to work on designing the man's arms and fusion reactor- not talk to some random guy that harry brought in. but, in the end, they grow a bit closer after otto passes away. after all, watching ur man boil in the manhattan river is a great bonding exercise. unfortunately for them, tho, this friendship is kind of shattered during spider-man 3. holly will NOT allow some nerd to bully her- especially with some emo bangs.

after college, mcu holly finds herself working alongside matt murdock to take down fisk. she learns of his identity one night after he was especially roughed up- doing her best to take care of him with the help of claire. she doesn't quite know how the woman knows him, but it's nothing, right? from then on, holly often finds herself taking heavier blows for matt as she knows her healing factor and resilience make her a tougher target to beat down.

unfortunately for her, though, things change when elektra enters the picture. suddenly, matt is avoiding her, he kissed his coworker, and he's hanging out with some murderous gal?? it breaks her heart knowing that she was putting so much effort into their relationship, so she has a bit of a meltdown once frank castle catches the two of them and gives them his little speech from the rooftop. holly decides frank has a point, matt is a prick, and so she swings off to do some thinking. but, in holly's saddened state, she bonds with a symbiote named malice and ends up doing a little bit of murder to try and grab matts attention. she ends up needing dr strange to exorcise it from her body and, after a bit of research, becomes penpals with eddie brock <3

i don't have much about spiderverse holly, but i love her. she's the most optimistic of the three and is also absolutely enamored by the younger spiders. like, she would probably break someones legs to protect them.

much like the others, holly ended up in miles' timeline and was found by peni. it was all very confusing to her- everyone was named peter or something parker- but she felt better when gwen stacy showed up. there isn't a peter parker in her universe, but she quickly begins to wish did after meeting spider-noir. i mean, the man likes to punch fascists?? sign her UP. but, besides that, i don't know much about her story. i do know that she confesses to noir right before returning to her universe and is thoroughly embarrassed by the others' reactions, but she's still happy she got a lil kiss <3

[makatang-igorota]

If I Were Santa Claus

And you asked me to make you forget or take away your pain, I would refuse and here's why.

*** ON PAIN

Your pain is like a seed that grows when watered with healing and bears fruits of wisdom. They're trees that thrive in the land of experience and live symbiotically with your growth.

Just like how trees keep the soil strong and help build resilience, your pain strengthens your foundations so you can withstand storms of obstacles that life throws at you.

Your pain is a struggle you need to fully experience and deal with to mold you into the best version of yourself.

They are sparks born from tragedy that should keep the dying embers of your fighting spirit ablaze.

*** ON HEALING

Remember that the strongest gems are formed under extreme conditions.

So to shape you into the warrior that you ought to be, you need to go through the excruciating process of healing where your sword will be sharpened and your armor strengthened.

It's a journey that you need to take till you reach the finish line, willingly or not.

It's a battle between you and your mind that you need to overcome. A war where the victor wins a priceless prize that no one can easily take - the invincible power of strength and wisdom combined.

*** SO IF I WERE SANTA CLAUS

So if I were Santa Claus and you asked me to make you forget or take away your pain, I would refuse.

Because If I am to take away the very thing that is fueling your growth, how will you survive in a cruel world with a child's weak heart and naive mind?

How are you going to conquer wars with a blunt sword and without strong armor? How will you win triumph's favor without the pressure of reality crushing you first?

Your pain is temporary.

But the person you become and the experience and lessons you gain? They're permanent.

*** CHOOSE TO HEAL

So choose to heal rather than allow your wounds to quench the fire you've suffered enough for just to keep it burning. You've already conquered a lot of battles just to give up on the war now.

Have the courage to finally let go of the things that have turned your dreams into nightmares before darkness entirely consumes the remaining light in you.

Don't keep on wandering miserably in the void between shadows and sunrays. Put both of your feet in the light.

Calm the chaos within you with a dance of devotion to healing and a love song to woo inner peace.

*** LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND

Leave the past behind and face the present. It's time to start a new chapter where endings are beginnings that are worth looking forward to. May your misty-eyed goodbyes be the last gift you offer your past.

Break the chains that are binding you to misery and may the flames of hopeful beginnings warm your shivering heart.

Spread your wings wide and let us learn to fly once again together in the last month of the year.

~M.K. Sueño (12/10/2022)

[forwritingjustcause]

(Flesh and Bone - Sammy Rae)

The children of Sanctuary played within earshot. It was some fuss about heroes and villains, dragons and their slayers. It was timid, and yet so bold. They had never seen such things. She was sure of it. It was her gift to them.

“And what do you think you are doing, young Knight-King Ji-Ji? Stepping into my lair like this?” Ferri’s voice was pitched down in a facsimile of age and gravitas, the barely suppressed smile leaking brightly, “Surely you know this is beyond even you…” 

“Nothing is beyond me! Killin’ big bad lizards is what I do!” Always to the point, Ji-Ji was. Just ten, she didn’t know yet how serious Ferri took his play-acting.

“Lizard? That’s no way to speak to your … murderer!” Ferri growled. The inevitable retort from Jian-Jian was interrupted by the sound of the heavy impact a fourteen year old’s tackle makes. It always went the same way. The scenes never lasted long when they were just an excuse to wrestle.

Aberrant smiled with her teeth. It was a mean-looking thing, strained and bloody as it was, shivering like it was fighting back against something. At least it was honest. And it was the best she could do.

The already ghastly image was further marred by another wave of crimson, shooting out with a barely suppressed cough and dribbling down her chin. It was freshly followed by a wave of furious pain, sitting heavily in the brand at her chest before leaking into her veins, catching in their walls, screaming into her muscles with reckless abandon. Still, she made no sound.

“Argh, it’s not fair!” Ji-Ji managed from underneath a heaping mound of thoughtless boy, “I’m s’posed to be a big warrior king but you’re so much bigger than me.” 

“Oh? And you think the dragon’s are gonna fight fair Ji-Ji?” Ferri laughed unabated, “This is practice.” 

The statement was shortly followed with a sort of strangled yelp, then the elated giggling of victory and a well-deserved raspberry.

“Oh yeah? Well I can be cheap too, idiot,” A small thump quickly elicited another groan from the felled child, “How’s it feel now?”

“Ferrin Ilstedt!” This was Yve now, pounding the pavement so loudly in the children’s direction that Aby could hear them from all the way on the second floor. For a moment, she shivered at the thought of the reprimand, then laughed. It could hardly be worse than this.

Yve is good people. They’re steadfast and unambitious, prone to fits of righteous indignation and teaching fervor. They loathed the outside world more than most, and had a good head on their shoulders to keep the children mostly in line when the weaker passersby needed rest from whatever ailed them. In all, they kept Sanctuary running, just as well as Aby did. It was symbiotic.

But they were an unpleasant cad when provoked.

“How dare you make such a slop in front of the Shrine? You look an absolute disaster, and you’ve sprayed mud all over the walls! Have you learned nothing of respect in your little lives? After all Sanctuary has done for you, this is how you treat us. Unbelievable. I should have you both exiled.” 

There was a beat. Everyone knew when Yve was being overmuch, including themself. That didn’t mean anyone was excited to point it out. Aby was tempted enough to help that she almost began the process of extricating herself from the floor, but another pulse of pain knocked her right back on her ass, eliciting a gasp as the oxygen was forcibly pushed from her lungs.

“But Auntie -” Ferri began.

“Don’t you Auntie me Ilstedt, you will clean this up right now before I go find someone else to do it, otherwise so help me I’ll put you on senior duty so long you’ll need someone to clean out your own bedpan by the time you’re done.”

Before Aberrant could catch her next breath, her mark pulsed again. She felt it sear this time, the smell of burning skin instantaneously lifted into the air, adding to the painful nausea that sat in her bones and made her feel all out of balance. It was a bad episode. Worse than normal. It had been ages since she’d worried she wouldn’t be able to breathe. She gasped desperately, still clutching at her own throat as she did so.

Fuck. They’re going to hear me. It was her own voice screaming silently in her head, begging her body for silence, but the mark would not cooperate. Another wave of pain crashed into the other and she spat, the blood coming up from her throat mingling with the scream from her lungs to create a sad gargled noise. She clutched at the windowsill desperately, nails cracking under the pressure.

She was back in Cyr. The skin under her fingers crackled with strange energy. The nuns looked on with horror. She was sixteen. A black ichor drips from her fingers. The thief who would have killed her convulses violently. His eyes turn to pitch as she watches. She’s eighty, and she begs for her life as her collarbone withers under its magic. She’s thirteen, the blue sparks of a simple mending spell are turning red. She’s thirty-six. She wears a shirt that exposes her collarbone so that the guildmaster can see. She’s marked. She’s poisoned and she is poison. They give her the job. She’s eighteen and she is hungry. She steals to survive. The food spoils in her hands. She’s forty-two. Yve is screaming at the doorway. Yve is placing their hands on her throat, desperately casting a healing spell. Yve is holding her face, making eye contact yelling, Don’t die on me you stupid bitch Sanctuary needs you still, don’t make do this, don’t make me cry, you told me it was fine, I swear to the gods I will bring you to a necro if you die just so I can kill you one more time, please gods Aby I’m begging. 

She’s forty-two. Her lungs clear with hacking cough and spit, Aby clutches her friend close. She mumbles and they cry. She brings them close and she is comforting.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Aby croons, “I’m okay, I’m okay. I’ll always be okay.”

“You could’ve- you could’ve died Aberrant, I-” 

“It’ll never kill me, Yve. It’s never killed me.” 

And just like that, she was crying too.

And I've been striking matches to watch ‘em burn in my childhood bedrooms, ooh/Little time, little water and light, little seed, every bud blooms, oh

[guessimabasicnerdgirlnow]

I thought I had nothing to say about the Venom horse short story but then I found a screenshot on my gallery and realized a detail that probably only appeals to me…

According to this horse who may or may not know things, Dylan is Symby’s and Eddie’s child. No Anne in here

Dylan is weird and his origin is weird and ooc and makes very little sense and tbh the sources we have for what he is are all unreliable in some way

I was actually thinking about it yesterday and I want to reread some stuff to check if I’m not imagining things, as I may or may not have thought of 10283729292 different backstories for Dylan that I like more than him being Eddie’s and Anne’s but. From what canon gives us. Dylan could be the child of Anne and another man who inherited her codex. He was implied at some point to be a sort of symbiote Jesus, Knull’s child who was born from Anne via virgin pregnancy and having Eddie as his mortal (adopted) father. I was going with the assumption that he was biologically Eddie’s and Anne’s, though still being conceived like a virgin pregnancy, with Symby’s genes mixed in there in some messy way

(In my Anne Lives AU fic, I went with him being only biologically Eddie’s and Symby’s, with Anne just entering his life after birth, as his adoptive mother)

Since canon has very recently confirmed that Anne did give birth to Dylan, if this… horse… is to be believed in any way, then Anne may have been just a surrogate mother, and Dylan is only biologically Eddie’s and Symby’s now

Which sucks for Anne, because having to give birth to her ex’ alien baby, when she had such a bad experience with Symby, was already bad enough, but the baby isn’t even hers?

(Yesterday I was entertaining the idea of Anne having given Dylan to Carl as a “fuck you” to Eddie or maybe even to Carl himself. The real reason is bad writing, we all know, of course. But like, as much as I think giving a baby to a guy who you know was an abusive father is bad, I wouldn’t blame Anne for hating Dylan and also Eddie at that point. She didn’t sign up for Eddie’s baby, she definitely didn’t sign up for an alien baby, and it was the last thing she needed)

Anyway, I may need to update my symbrock+babies post lol

Also this strengthens my theory that alternate Dylan isn’t Eddie’s son - which is not even a theory, it’s clearly shown in the beginning that alternate Eddie was dead when alternate Anne met alternate Symby for the first time! - and in consequence my theory that alternate Dylan is trans (because no human dad = no Y)

So thanks for that, Venom horse, I guess