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zprites · 11 months ago

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Do You Ever Really Know? - Chapter 1

Finally posting my Spot x Fem!Spider-sona fic. First Chapter is up :)

Summary: After deciding to find a way to reverse the effects of the collider explosion, Jonathan Ohnn (now going by 'The Spot') had set out to find a dimension where there was no Spider-Person. However his plans get foiled almost immediately by someone who shouldn't even exist in that universe. Who was this 'Spider Lily', and why did she want to help him? And why can't he get her out of his head?

Only warnings are eventual smut in the final chapter and brief mentions of death and a destruction of a universe. Also fair warning, these two flirt, A LOT.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 - Renaissance

Jonathan Ohnn had no idea crime could be this easy.

He looked behind him for any sight of a web-slinging crusader as he rounded yet another corner, traveling deeper into the alleyway. The hefty bag of money he had slung over his shoulder did nothing to slow him down as he heard the police sirens grow fainter and fainter with each step he took.

Who knew that simply finding a universe where there was no Spider-Person was the answer to his problems. It helped that this universe’s police department was more inept than the ones back on Earth-1610 as well.

All he needed to do was a few more bank robberies, maybe break into that fancy electronics store off of 57th to make his life easier. After all, building a machine that could reverse the effects that the Alchemax collider explosion caused was no small task. No, he needed top of the line electrical components and a lot of materials, that meant money, money he didn't have.

For now, at least. Soon he’d have enough to build his machine and he can turn himself back to normal.

But first he needed to find a safe space to stash this money, start plotting his next bank heist, and figure out why he was suddenly feet off the ground.

Wait, what…?

Before he could comprehend what was happening he was yanked upwards by an unseeable force. He cried out as bricks and windows zipped by until he was unceremoniously dropped onto a rooftop, landing with an ‘Oof!’ on his ass. Grumbling, he moved to stand but a hand on his shoulder pushed him back down onto the asphalt.

“Easy there, handsome.”

He was immediately aware of several things at once.

First, that the hand on his shoulder, although slender, carried a strength that set off multiple alarm bells that blared in his skull.

Second, during all the commotion, a familiar web-like material had landed across his thighs, further keeping him in place.

And the most concerning; the voice he heard hadn’t originated from someone’s mouth…

No, the voice, female if he wasn’t mistaken, came from inside his own head.

And called him handsome…

"You know, robbery is considered a felony in the state of New York." The voice took on a teasing tone as the owner moved into his line of vision. "While you do look hot as hell in white and black, I think the stripes would clash with your spots.”

He took her in as she stood before him. If the webbing wasn't enough of a dead giveaway as to who she was, then the sight of her spandex suit and mask confirmed it for him.

She was a Spider-Person, definitely not one he'd seen before though. Granted he'd only seen two in his life: Peter Parker who died by Fisk's hands during the final collider test, and the kid who was bitten by the spider from Earth-42 that he inadvertently sent over. That was why he came to Earth-9210, because that kid kept getting in his way, always a step ahead as Jonathan struggled to rob even a simple ATM machine.

But the Spider-Man of this world died approximately three years ago.

So why was there a Spider-Woman in front of him now? And why was he able to hear her in his head?

He realized she was waiting for some type of response, body lax while she stared at him expectantly, so he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"You think I'm handsome?"

The lenses of her mask crinkled in amusement as she giggled out loud. Her laughter was soft and alluring, almost ethereal, and reminded him of a gentle breeze in a field of wildflowers.

He wished he could listen to her laugh forever; to have it play on a never-ending loop, keeping him company on even the darkest of days.

"I am many things, but blind isn't one of them."

"And is one of those things a telepath or am I beginning to go crazy?"

Another chuckle, which had him melting.

"Damn, handsome and smart? You really are a package deal."

Oh, her continued flirtatious remarks were beginning to have an effect on him, if his rapidly beating heart and the butterflies that were slowly trickling into his stomach were anything to go by. He didn't know why he was suddenly acting like some lovestruck teenager over a Spider-Person of all people.

He did know, he just didn't want to admit it…

"You're correct though." She continued. "I am a telepath but don't worry, it only works one way so I'm not able to hear your thoughts or anything."

Shit, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. However, it was nice to know that the numerous thoughts swimming in his head, some of them not very appropriate as he focused on the part of her suit that stretched over her ample thighs, were still safe with him.

He watched as she made a move for the bag of money that he had unknowingly forgotten about, taking the time to fully commit every curve of her body to memory.

Her suit was simple. A solid light gray mask with deep red emotive rims surrounding the black lenses kept her real identity hidden. The suit was also light gray while the same deep red shifted into a golden orange along her arms and legs, the bright colors decorated with a black web design that was common amongst Spider-People. A pair of black fingerless gloves and black combat boots that stopped at her mid-calf completed the look of the superhero before him.

While plain, it left little to the imagination. Large breasts that he remembered jiggled just a tad when she laughed, a slight softness to her belly which attributed to the fullness of her hips and love handles that he wanted to feel under his hands so badly. She turned her back to him, giving him a full view of the black geometric spider logo that he didn't see before. His eyes traced the path of the lower spider legs which stopped just above the small of her back before wandering to the roundness of her bottom, all the way down to her thick thighs and sculpted calves.

When did he turn into such a pervert?

A few minutes ago he supposed, or maybe he'd always been one and never realized until now.

"So, why is a good-looking guy such as yourself robbing banks?" She questioned as she picked up the bag, pulling him out of his trance.

“Ah well... It's kind of a long story.” He answered with a hint of sheepishness, already assuming that she would be uninterested in hearing his story.

“If you give me a minute to return this, you can tell me all about it.”

Shocked at her response he gawked at her, searching her face for any evidence of dishonesty. He found none.

“You want to know more about me?” He spoke evenly and almost uncertainly, afraid that he had misheard her.

The bag of money was slung over her shoulder. “Of course! One thing you'll learn about me dear, is that I mean what I say.”

She shot him a wink before she walked over to the edge of the rooftop. “Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone.”

Before he could formulate a retort she was already leaping into the air, shooting out a web and swinging off in the direction of the bank, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Jonathan sat there, still reeling from the emotions that coursed through him. He wasn't used to feeling so much at once, yet in just a matter of a few minutes he experienced panic, confusion, and nervousness. To top it all off he had become utterly enraptured by the Spider-Woman of this world.

It had been so long since he harbored any romantic, let alone sexual, feelings towards anyone that he had forgotten he was capable of it. Hell, the last person he had a crush on was his physics lab partner, Liz, during his sophomore year of college, but nothing came of it.

He was too hesitant to confess back then, 'what ifs' plaguing his already anxiety-ridden brain at every moment until the semester was finished and she moved back home. That had been thirteen years ago. In that time he was so focused on his academics and career at Alchemax to even bother with dating, then the collider exploded and well...

There was no way that someone could fall for him when he looked like this.

Yet...

No, that was just wishful thinking. Harmless flirting that held no real weight, that’s all it was… A lot of harmless flirting.

So much, in fact, that it left him wondering about the 'what ifs'. What if she was truly being honest and meant every word, every compliment she had given him? What if they got to know each other and she took him as he currently was, spots and all? What if he took her out on dates and decided he wanted her to himself after she laughed at all his jokes? What if they fell in love and he woke up beside her every morning, laying in his arms with a content smile on her face?

Even though there was a small possibility that he was reading too much into it, he accepted the fact that he wanted all of that and more. Anything she'd be willing to give, he would gladly receive and return twofold.

Shit, he was in trouble…

A blur of gray and red swung into view before she landed in front of him with a soft thud.

"Now that that's taken care of, what say I get that webbing off you?”

Oh, that's right. He couldn't stand; not that he wanted to since he was already weak in the knees from her advances even in his current sitting position, but because of the webbing still sprawled across his thighs.

“What makes you think I can't get out of it myself?” He found himself asking her.

Even with the mask on he could make out the broad smile that decorated her lips. “I'm sure you're more than capable of doing a lot of things.”

Her voice was sultry, the hidden innuendo laced in her honey-dripped words not lost on him. A small part in the back of his mind wanted to show her exactly what he was capable of despite his lack of experience, but that did nothing to deter him from the desire pooling in his stomach.

After all, he always learned best through trial and error and the list of things he wanted to participate in with the woman before him only grew by the second.

And he had a feeling that she wouldn’t mind guiding him though it all.

“Maybe I could show you sometime — My skills, that is... Only if you want to though...”

She regarded him silently for a beat as he began fiddling with his fingers. He could swear that her gaze followed the movements of his long, dexterous digits but it was hard to tell through the darkness of her lenses.

A huff of amusement escaped her throat. “Careful, I might just take you up on that offer.”

God, he hoped she would.

She walked towards him and crouched down to his eye level.

“Promise you'll be good for me?”

His breath hitched as he felt the spot on his face shift and expand across his heated cheekbones. A million scenarios played through his head — the majority of them involving him tied up in her webs in various positions while she brought him to the edge of pleasure multiple times, turning him into an incoherent mess, desperately pleading for release through husky declarations of 'I'll be good, I'll be your good boy'.

He forced himself to push those fantasies aside for later and tried to form some level of an intelligible response, but quickly realized he was unable to do so. Instead, he nodded fervently, practically giving himself whiplash in the process.

With quick precision, she ripped at the webbing that held him in place. He could have sworn he felt her fingers brush lightly against his thigh as she properly freed him from his confines.

“Ah, thank you.”

“Anytime.”

One simple word that carried so much weight.

He crossed his legs and settled into a more comfortable position as she sat down beside him, knee only a few inches from his own.

“Now, I believe you were going to tell me your story.”

A small seed of doubt was still planted in his mind. “You were serious about that?”

“Of course. Like I said hun, I mean what I say.” She reassured him with a gentle tone. “You have my undivided attention.”

What little apprehension he felt melted away. Since the accident, people tended to avoid him, taking one look at his pale white skin adorned with many black spots and giving him a wide berth. Even the people who once cared about him casted him aside for his unnatural appearance.

Yet here this woman was, changing all of that and making him feel... Like...

He was normal...

She treated him like a normal person.

And that was something Jonathan appreciated deeply.

"I was a scientist at Alchemax, a research facility that was employed to create a device that could bridge the gap between dimensions…"

Jonathan told her everything: his involvement in the project, the series of events which led to his current condition, his plan to build a similar machine to change him back, the way he used his newfound abilities to travel to this universe.

Throughout his retelling she remained silent besides the occasional question, nodding intermittently to show that she was listening. He didn't fail to notice the way her expression changed to one of concern when he spoke of Peter Parker's death and the bitterness he still held towards the new Spider-Man of his dimension. It's not that he blamed the kid. He knew that it wasn't his fault. However that didn't mean he wasn't upset with his current situation, and the kid did nothing but exacerbate his problems.

He just wished he had evacuated like the rest of his coworkers instead of following Olivia's orders to make sure nothing happened to the vial of dark matter used to power the Super-Collider.

However there was nothing he could do about that now except fix the mess he got himself into.

“...And so here I am.”

“That's one hell of a story.” She mused. “It definitely explains a lot of things, like why you have so many spots.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I know my appearance is a little off-putting...”

“Not to me.” One of her hands came to rest on his knee. “I think you look beautiful. Your spots remind of those rorschach paintings, abstract yet each blot can be interpreted in many ways.”

Heat crept up his neck as he considered her words. The scientist in him had been slowly formulating a hypothesis since she first called him 'handsome', and he was finally ready to test it.

“Humor me then — what do you see when you look at the spot on my face?”

She hummed out loud before leaning in, taking the time to examine him closely.

There was no way she was seriously entertaining this, yet even through the mask, he could feel the weight of her gaze fixated on the inky, floating spot that sat on his face.

What felt like several hours passed, though in reality, it was probably only a minute. His nerves started to get the better of him as he became acutely aware that the hand on his knee had moved upwards and was now resting on his thigh. It was growing increasingly harder for him to breathe, not just because of his lack of nose or mouth, but because her fingers were dangerously close to the edge of one of his holes, almost touching a part of himself that he still struggled to accept.

He let out a nervous chuckle and looked away from her. “Nevermind, forget I said anything.”

“Hold on—”

“It was silly and—”

Warm hands came to cup both of his cheeks, gently turning his head back to her. She was on her knees in front of him now, sitting on her calves so that she wouldn't topple onto him.

“I wasn't done looking.”

His heart hammered in his chest as he allowed her to continue searching the vantablack spot for something he was certain wasn't there. If it wasn't for the tension permeating the air between them, he would have thought she was pulling his leg. Instead he could feel the genuine contemplation that rolled off of her in waves, making him feel vulnerable under her stare, like she was able to see the deepest facets of his soul.

“I see a man who is intelligent and humble. Someone who is understanding and mature to a fault. Even though I caught you in the middle of robbing a bank, I can tell that deep down you're not really a bad guy.”

He didn't quite understand why her words were affecting him so intensely until it dawned on him.

She was speaking out loud.

“I know it sounds crazy since we just met but I feel drawn to you, like there's some kind of magnetic force pulling me towards you and I think you feel it too. Earlier, when you were talking about the Super-Collider, I didn't want you to stop. There was this deep, innate need to know you better and it's still there. I want to know what makes you smile, your favorite movies, how you take your coffee, your most cherished memories, even the parts of yourself that you think aren't good enough for others to know. I want to know everything about you, spots and all...”

The spot on his face widened in shock at her confession. She was right though, he also felt that force pulling him towards her, like gravity. Maybe there was a chance...

He was unable to find the words to properly convey the plethora of emotions that coursed through him, fully intent on admitting that he wanted the same, to know her completely.

Unfortunately, his brain clearly didn't get the memo.

“You could speak this whole time?”

Embarrassment gripped his body as he mentally chastised himself. Of all the things he could have said, that was what came out?

He wanted to open up a portal beneath him so he could teleport away in shame, however he stopped himself from doing so once he heard her laughing out loud.

“Sorry.” She took the time to move her thumbs lightly across his cheeks in a back and forth motion before letting go of his face. “I wasn't trying to be misleading in any way. It's just easier for me to use my powers to communicate, especially when I'm having a low spoons day or meeting new people.”

He was already missing the warmth of her touch, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in her embrace.

“No need to apologize, I understand.”

“I—”

A series of beeps cut her off before she could get another word out. “Oop, hold on.”

She fiddled with her tech-gauntlet, a small silver and black band that he hadn’t noticed before, and let out a sigh as she took in the words displayed on the small, orange holographic screen. “Shit. Sorry to ruin this wholesome moment, but I'm needed elsewhere.”

Despite her hole pun sparking a hint of joy in him, Jonathan’s heart sank at the idea of her leaving. He knew it was foolish though. She was a superhero who had more important matters to take care of. She had no time to appease his selfish wishes.

That didn't mean he could will them away with a simple command. He didn't want her to leave, plain and simple.

She stood up and sent off a quick message on her device before observing him with an almost critical eye. “But first I need to figure out what to do with you.”

Anything. She could do anything and he would thank her until his dying breath.

“Because technically I'm supposed to report you in, especially with the types of powers you have…”

Except that.

He didn't know what kind of report it would be, or what it would entail, but he wasn't very keen on finding out.

Scrambling to his feet, he held his hands up defensively. “Please don't, there's no need for that. I— I'm just a guy, no real danger here. I would never hurt anyone! In fact, one time I accidentally killed a housefly and I cried for a solid hour and I don't know why I'm telling you this but it's true. I promise I'll—”

“Woah, chill.” She interjected, voice hushed in an effort to calm him. “I said I'm supposed to, but I won't, okay?”

“Why not...?” He asked gingerly as he felt the spot on his face contract.

“Well believe it or not, I do like you.”

Oh...

“Plus, Miguel is an asshole and I'd rather drink bleach than deal with him in any capacity.”

He didn't know who this 'Miguel' guy was but if she said he was an asshole, then he'd take her word for it.

“Thank you.”

She smiled under her mask. “Of course, but you have to promise me no more crime.”

“I promise.” He placed a hand on his chest.

Closing the distance between them, she held out her pinky finger to him. He was immediately distracted by how short she was compared to him. She had to be a foot shorter than him, something that he found adorable. Jonathan stared down at her pinky finger for a few seconds until he understood what she wanted from him, interlocking his pinky with hers, finding the gesture endearing yet oddly familiar.

“There.” She said with an air of finality. “A pinky promise is legally binding, so no take-backs.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.”

Another string of beeps sounded from her tech-gauntlet and she cursed out loud.

“Well, duty calls.” Bit by bit she dragged her pinky against his until their fingertips became the only point of contact. There was a moment of hesitation, an urge to just remain, but it passed all too soon as their fingertips glided apart.

She strode over to the edge of the rooftop, sparing him one last glance over her shoulder.

“I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

And with that she was gone, leaping off the building and throwing out a web, using the momentum to swing through the air with practiced ease. He kept his gaze trained on her retreating form until she disappeared around a building.

While he already missed her presence, Jonathan tried not to let that bother him. Besides, he had a feeling he would be seeing her again real soon.

#the spot spiderverse #the spot x oc #spiderverse oc #spiderverse fanfic #jonathan ohnn x oc

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crystalstarpaws3011 · 8 months ago

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Hey Crystal, who’s your favorite character from the last kids on earth, and do you have a sona?

Oof thats a hard question!But to be honest its Jack(for his silliness)and June(for her agility)

Yeah i have a sona but i haven't make a ref yet,but here!A picture of a sona I could find!

#answered asks

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glitchy-bean · 3 years ago

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[bg by miyuthescenekid on DA!]

#scenecore #scene kid #X - sona #oof™#x my fucking beloved

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vurrart · 6 years ago

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Don’t mess with MK’s flags unless you want to die

(feat. @roto-africa‘s Payton)

#Mystery Kid #Meredith Krelborn #MK #pokemon #sinnoh underground #Payton Rogers #yeah so im bringing MK back! I really miss them as a sona/OC #if you remember MK you're a true fan #I havent used them since 2016 oof #also i drew this yesterday but forgot to post it #comic #vurrsona #others ocs #vurrart

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lytransthropy · 7 years ago

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I need a new icon for this month hmmmm

#its gonna be a pride one yea but whomst #i could do my own sona #or Opal and any of the other kids for that matter #idk man im open ti suggestions!!#im bad at making pride icons though oof I'd ask someone but i don't wanna seem bothersome

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sirstraws · 2 years ago

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also, heres the homestuck kid oc/sona i made

after messaging tronee for a bit they decide they want to use a typing quirk like how trolls do!

ttheir qquirk its llike tthis ((jjust ddouble oof tthe ffirst lletters oof aall wwords,, aand ddouble ppunctuation)) aand iit wworks tthe ssame ffor eemotes llike ::)

#homestuck #homestuck kids #homestuck oc #homestuck original character #homestuck fancharacter #homestuck fankid #homestuck fanart #fanart #oc #digital art #artist in tumblr #straws draws #straws says stuff #straws oc

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ivanandrainfall45 · 4 years ago

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What would Ivan look like after his curse is broken?

Ivan when he breaks his curse he’ll began living with his uncle. And started now being a kid after (what Rainer and Sona showed him it’s okay to show feelings and not hide them)

Old look: (broken arm on the wrong side oof)

The remake: (fixed the arm placement and just made him more expensive)

Then as a adult Ivan will become a Toymaker like his uncle and he’ll make a snow globe to remind him about his old best friends that helped him from falling into his own hell he couldn’t get out of with help.

#Asking Rainfall #the nutcracker curse in toyland #ivan #more of ivan backstory

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thank-you-pete-archive · 6 years ago

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Hey, regarding my Spider-sona/spider-oc commission post, this is kinda what the drawing would look like, if you'd want one. It doesn't cost anything, and all u gotta do is dm me or send in an ask w/ the description! Also, this is my dude, not someone else's. (Click for better res. Thanks Tumblr for killing quality. Who is she? It don't know her.)

Now, lets do this one lest time. Final round:

This is Peter Philip Parker. Shut up, he knows it's all P's. In his world, he's in the year 2938 and he lives in New Fuji. He was bit by a radioactive spider 3 years ago, and has since been the one and only Spider-Man(also known as Green-Dragon Spider. This comes into play with his powers).

There was a project that was testing radioactivity on living organisms. Peter, 11 at the time, was job shadowing a scientist who was working on this, and for some reason, decided to take him in the room because he was a quiet kid who didn't get in the way. Peter was just studying what they did and how they tested, and then they brought out a spider. It had already been radiated when it was dropped and the spider was free from the cage. It bit Peter as the last thing it ever did before dying. The radiation was too much for the spider to handel, and it died.

No one saw the spider bite Peter, and he pretended like it never happened. He pretended to find it dead, and the scientists quickly got him out of there. After that, you know the rest, he gets his powers and stuff. Has to figure it out on his own. Peter actually thought he was gonna die, but he's all good.

He starts to get the hang of his powers, which are different from the others, but he does have spidey sense and supper strength. His powers come from his spit, because it's acidic. He spits in a tube every hour because if he doesn't the acid will eat away at his mouth and insides(he learned the hard way). He uses his spit to fill up these acid pockets in his suit. That mask on his suit catches acid that he spits out and puts it in the suit as well. When there's enough acid in the pockets he can trigger them to pop and burn whoever he's fighting. Whatever acid doesn't leave the surface of thesuit gets absorbed back in to be used later. His extra eyes on the suit are cameras that he uses to enhance peripheral vision while fighting. He has web wings like the one's in homecoming, where he can deploy them at will but also make them go away. He can also have acid soaked webs as well as normal webs.

Green dragon is a drug term(i think?? I saw it on synonyms for acid like the drug so) and his wings kinda make him look like a dragon. He also has the fang like shape for his mouth opening that looks like dragon fangs?? Ya, but he made the suit by himself and his current one seen in the pic is his 24th version that he plans on sticking with.

He's a big nerd, but sucks at school. He hates most of the things that they teach at his school and all the science stuff is too easy for him. The only class he has an A in is art bc he loves art. Oh, he's a Freshmen in Highschool btw(for people outside the US that means he's 14-15 years old, if ur not held back). He isn't failing any of his classes, he just doesn't do well on purpose and gets C's in his classes. He plays oboe in the school band as well. He kinda likes that class, but he isn't very passionate about it.

and, yes i have to add spideypool bc i love them sm, he's in love with this kid, oh, you might know him. His name is Wade. Wade is the goalie for their school soccer team. They have math together, and science, and literacy, and history. They're in the second to lowest classes for all of those categories. That's another reason Peter's grades suck, because he want's to be in the same class as Wade. Anyways, they're also p good friends and Wade just thinks that Pete is doing this bc they're friends. Wade IS Deadpool as well, but his suit is made of metal thats woven to look like a cloth material instead of leather. He's also more high-tech. Spidey made his suit bc tbh Wade's too stupid to do any of that.

Peter's middle name, Philip, was his grandpa's name, who died of natural causes before Peter was born. Peter's parents were killed in a car crash when he was a baby, and was given to his Grandma and Aunt to be raised. His Aunt lives with his grandma to keep her company and to take care of her.

Oof that was long, sorry. Anyways, commission me if you want!!

#spider-man #peter parker #peter p parker #spider sona #spider oc #wade wilson #deadpool #spideypool #oc #green-dragon spider #art #my art #commissions #commissions info

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ace-beef · 6 years ago

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2018 fic year in review

I was tagged by @bryndeavour thanks my dude! Sorry this took a while heh :3

All of the fics that I’m going to mention are on my AO3: Ace_Beef

Total number of completed stories: 3 (yo I do have multiple that I started to work on though, I’m just very lazy and I had a couple of important things to do)

Total word count: 12,226

Fandoms written in: Outlast, The Strange Case of J&H, The Glass Scientists

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would last year, less, or about what you’d expected? Honestly I thought my writing was on the decline, I hadn’t had any inspiration for a long while, I didn’t really want to work on any of the WIPs I had, and I was facing a lot of stress at school during the beginning of the year, causing some seriously bad mental health. BUT! Thanks to my good friends in the Jekyll and Hyde Discord, I started getting inspiration and ideas to write about again! Also the decision to finally create an AO3 account to move over to really helped. So I actually ended up writing more than I expected to, considering that at the beginning of the year I was thinking that I’d have to give up writing altogether.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? Oof that’s a tough one, but I’m going to have to say Young and Rich and Wild since it was the discussion about this AU in the J&H Discord that actually kick-started my brain into generating ideas and writing again since I found it such a cool idea and I had a lot of fun writing and thinking this one out. Also! Normally I only write one-shots, and I don’t really do multi-chapter fics, so I’m proud that I felt like I could write a multi-chapter fic. Plus, in general, I can see a good improvement to my writing and there are some sections in there that I’m super proud of, and it’s still a WIP! So we have plenty more chapters to go!

Did you take any writing risks last year? Well two of the things I wrote this year I think had ‘writing risks’. Young and Rich and Wild is a multi-chapter fic where I actually took the time to plan it out, which is wildly out of my comfort zone and something that I think I’ve only ever done twice before. The Wolf Admission allowed me to explore some forgotten OCs in a fandom that has kinda died, plus I haven’t actually written much horror before and it was fun to experiment with a field of writing that I like a lot but haven’t done much of.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? Well, I hope to finish Young and Rich and Wild this year because I’m really eager to get that done and finished. I also have quite a few ideas that have yet to be written about that I want to write about, plus I have some one-shot WIPs that have been in the works for far too long that I really wanna get done. I also have some non-fanfiction stuff that I wanna put out somewhere.

Best story of the year? Honestly? The Wolf Admission because fuck you I’m really proud of that one and it was so fun to write. Plus I started on it in like 2014, left it, and then came back to it late on into 2018 when I suddenly remembered that Drew was an OC that I had. I improved what was there so much, plus I honestly believe I wrote some of my best work in that fic. Shame it has like hardly any hits ;-;

Most popular story of the year? Wow, easy. Young and Rich and Wild has 151 hits and 22 kudos, plus when I was writing small snippets off the top of my head and putting them in the J&H Discord, a good number of people there were like “dude you should absolutely write this”, so its had a lot of backing.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: *screams from the rooftops* THE WOLF ADMISSION but also a fic from 2017 called The Young Monsters because I really like that one and it doesn’t have as much love as it should.

Most fun story to write: Yo, all of the fics that I wrote in 2018 were super fun but I think if I had to pick one it would be The Creation of Another, my second fic about my TGS Lodgersona. It involves Hyde getting annoyed at miniature dinosaurs!

Most unintentionally telling story: Weeeeellll I wouldn’t say it’s unintentional but my two Lodgersona fics, Elizabeth Wolfe joins the Society and The Creation of Another are basically just if I was able to live out my dream of having pet dinosaurs in a Victorian fantasy setting...

Biggest disappointment: I think currently it’s a WIP that I’m completely stuck on. I’ve been working on it for a while and I really want it to be good but currently I haven’t been able to figure out where it’s gonna go. It’s a one-shot about TGS Hyde jumping through a portal and ending up in 1930s London, and you all can probably guess what happens next... what is set in 1930s London and could be related to J&H? Remember that it’s ME writing this, the designated Official Leader and War Veteran of this fandom.... That’s right kids my all time favourite TV show ITV’s Jekyll and Hyde. Basically, TGS Hyde and ITV Hyde (aka My Son) meet each other and fight or something? Idk.... do you see my problem? Idk what to do with this situation.

Biggest surprise: Y’know I wasn’t expecting my two Lodgersona fics to do as well as they did because normally everyone seems to hate OC and sona fics but what d’ya know a decent amount of people liked them!!

I’m not gonna tag anyone, but if any of you feel like doing this then go ahead! Just say that I tagged you ;)

#this was fun!#writing #fics #my fics #beef speaks #beef writes

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loumauve · 3 years ago

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not surprised, no. simply glad to be known this well (●'◡'●) (because you were right, of course. I'll always listen to what you have to say, especially if it's about them)

I already commented last night that I agree with everything you've said, so let me just list some of my further thoughts:

buff!Ikrie is life and I love her and, as we've already dicussed, I bet she gives the best piggy back rides ever (could definitely carry Aloy back to a safe place if they ever had a close call, not that I want to think about that......unless..)

in the skate au in my head it's def Ikrie who ends up with more (obvious) broken bones, Aloy just ends up with a lot of terrible (bone) bruises and nasty scrapes, some dislocations. pretty much all the bad stuff that's not an outright break.

co-signing the 'they end up apologising to each other at the same time' bc YES

"...Ikrie. Both. Both, but Ikrie. Listen, they find comfort in each other because they understand the other’s struggle with identity and not-belonging and loneliness and--"

LISTEN! first of all: YES! also YES and YES. and also where's the rest of your essay, OP?!

"and Ikrie... Well, Ikrie would probably rather assume she just wasn’t good enough, resign and explore the endless abyss of self-deprecation than be jealous."

..this just came for my entire soul, bc oof do I relate

Who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Ikrie, in the pursuit of distance, quiet, cold air and a hunt to clear her head.

She always returns with food tho, or pretty feathers to decorate the ends of weapons with, or colourful pigment for both bb!artist Kiluki or Aloy in search of more dye colours. If anyone understands the need to get some distance and air to process your feelings it's probably Aloy 'turn intense emotions into intense focus on the hunt and pursuit of truth' despite the Nora.

proposal through acts of service and devotion my beloved. who needs fancy jewelry and ceremony when you can say 'look how well this person has loved and known me for years. look how they obviously care and think of me' Aloy may not always understand relationships, but she knows caring for another, even if they never directly speak a word in return (Grata), or if they're reserved and show their love through teaching her how to keep herself and others safe, how to care for one another. Aloy doesn't need to know how relationships work to make them work with the people she cares about. The caring comes natural to her, the words.. are harder to find, actions are easier for her.

"but Aloy’s far more likely to brush against Ikrie’s hand or take and squeeze it shortly when she notices her being somewhat hesitant and unsure. Or just because she can."

Aloy squeezing Ikrie's buff arm (or shoulder) absentmindedly just bc.

"the No Family Allowed-Curse Horizon likes to inflict on its characters so much, so they can avoid all difficult parental relationship other than struggling with their absence."

they finally figured out the only other way to avoid this problem: by killing off all the kids and letting the parents struggle with their absence (except we don't even get to see that bc there was no Sona in hfw) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"but Aloy’s far more likely to brush against Ikrie’s hand or take and squeeze it shortly when she notices her being somewhat hesitant and unsure. Or just because she can."

Aloy squeezing Ikrie's buff arm (or shoulder) absentmindedly just bc.

Who comes up for the other all the time? I’d be lying if I said I understood this question.

Love being clueless with you, buddy. Same.

Definitely no one's absentmindedly folding tiny machines out of leaves, thinking of the memory of the ones who taught her. Or brushing her hands across an old spear, made with love by a guardian who devoted his life to keeping her safe, or pondering an orb on a chain.. only happy characters in this ship, certainly.

"Aloy lives for her smirks and smugness and carefree laughter when she dodges her hand, though."

Heck, so do I..

Who is more wise? Wisdom runs away screaming whenever one of them comes near. ...okay, that might not entirely be fair to them, but they’re young and reckless and impulsive and feral gremlins at that so wise decisions beyond basic survival skills happen less regularly than unwise ones. They’ll learn.

^_____^

maybe seeing Kiluki learn all the wrong lessons from their un-wise decisions will be a wake-up call. (no, Kiluki, hitching a ride on a Glinthawk is a bad idea. how did you even come up with that idea *in the background Ikrie is doing her best to stay on top of a Dreadwing just bc she made a bet with Kotallo about how long she could hold out on it*

Who’s the shyest? Depends on the situation. Surrounded by a large group of people? Ikrie, even if she does her best to not show it. In intimate settings, with each other? Aloy.

This. This pleases my brain (to think about).

"Aloy politely smiles, nods, and pulls her aside to tell her to tone it down a little, after all, she absolutely sucks with a sling, and--"

Aloy 'only receiving the rarest of genuine compliments as a kid bc most of her approval from Rost was proud nods and big hands on her shoulder or head (or the rare moment of him indulging her and lifting her up in the air or spinning her around until her head was dizzy' despite the Nora would definitely need some time to adjust to getting genuine compliments that aren't just hero-worship that feels undeserved or disingenuous, but I think she'd absolutely soak it up and maybe even fondly remember it whenever she gets a quiet moment to herself, either doing some weapon/ammo crafting or setting up camp while Ikrie goes off to collect fire wood (with her stronk arms).

Who sits on who’s lap? Depends on who sat down first. Although laps are less seats and more headrests.

YESSS. Again, this lives inside my heart (and head) now, rent free. If I was better at art I might even attempt to capture this.

Anyway, THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME!!

obligatory Aloy+Ikrie ask just in case nobody asks for it (bc you know I wanna hear your thoughts)

Lou, would you be surprised if I told you that I hit the reblog on that post thinking “hmmm, Lou would probably like to hear my thoughts on this”, so I am very glad that you asked

I’ll be trying to keep this short-ish but you know I’m slightly obsessed with them, so--

Who is more likely to hurt the other? Aloy. Not intentionally, of course--but her habits, especially her constant leaving, and her silent assuming of things that Ikrie doesn’t take for granted, are likely to cause pain she never even considered. In addition, Ikrie isn’t one to voice her wants and needs, always keeping herself back as to not impose, and prone to assume the worst, so it’s a learning process for both.

Who is emotionally stronger? Neither of them, I’d say. They can both take a lot, force themselves to take a lot, trying to keep it together for themselves and for another, push on because they feel they need to. So if one of them breaks, it’s a lot. Who is physically stronger? Ikrie, no question. Bench-presses Aloy for fun. She might be of a similar height as Aloy (Certified Smol), but comes with increased density. Who is more likely to break a bone? They take turns. Last time was Ikrie’s, so I guess Aloy should beware of slippery glaciers? Who knows best what to say to upset the other? They’re both pretty capable of upsetting one another, intentionally or unintentionally, but Ikrie’s tendency to blurt out her thoughts and convictions, especially when her emotions are boiling over, puts her at an advantage at that. And faced with Aloy’s inherent stubbornness, she’s likely to be brutally honest, no prisoners taken. Who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Weeelll.... funny thing, actually. I’ve been playing through a few scenes to that end in my head and it always ended up with both of them apologising at the same time. Who treats who’s wounds more often? They’re pretty adept at treating each other’s wounds, and sometimes have to do that after the very same fight. You annoy machines for fun, you get what you signed up for. Who is in constant need of comfort? ...Ikrie. Both. Both, but Ikrie. Listen, they find comfort in each other because they understand the other’s struggle with identity and not-belonging and loneliness and-- Who gets more jealous? I’m not entirely sure either of them fully grasps the concept of jealousy. Aloy doesn’t strike me as a particularly jealous person, and Ikrie... Well, Ikrie would probably rather assume she just wasn’t good enough, resign and explore the endless abyss of self-deprecation than be jealous.

Who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Ikrie, in the pursuit of distance, quiet, cold air and a hunt to clear her head. Who will propose? This is five miles deep into my personal headcanons and fics, but in a way, Aloy did already propose. (As much as you can call it that.) While thinking about the significance of Bluegleam for the Banuk, and gift-giving as a show of appreciation/ritual of courtship, I grew fond of the concept of the value of the gift being representative of importance the giving party regards the relationship with. What determines the value of a gift differs on the occasion and the people involved, but considering Bluegleam seems to have spiritual importance from how the Banuk talk about it in Frozen Wilds, and how difficult it seems to be to obtain it (there’s the Stormbird shrine at the end of the Shaman’s Path, which is “meant to be an ordeal” according to Naltuk; and Aloy regularly goes mountain-goating across the map to collect her crystals); I figured it would be very much up there where gifts are concerned. A lasting promise, even if I don’t think Banuk marry in a stricter sense but establish partnerships. So when I had her giving Ikrie a piece of Bluegleam because “it always seemed to belong to her”, that was, to Ikrie and unbeknownst to Aloy, entering such a partnership. Outside of that, you can’t catch either of them proposing, I’m sorry. Who has the most difficult parents? Ikrie’s parents dropped her off at a Banuk Baby Hatch shortly after her birth, does that qualify as difficult? Other than that, both of them suffer the No Family Allowed-Curse Horizon likes to inflict on its characters so much, so they can avoid all difficult parental relationship other than struggling with their absence. Who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? They’re not much for hand-holding (especially since those hands are usually busy with climbing or weapons or just gesturing excitedly as they tell each other stories), but Aloy’s far more likely to brush against Ikrie’s hand or take and squeeze it shortly when she notices her being somewhat hesitant and unsure. Or just because she can. Who comes up for the other all the time? I’d be lying if I said I understood this question. Who hogs the blankets? Ikrie. It’s a bad habit and Aloy’s the one much more prone to freezing even in a more temperate climate, but well. Many blankets and a fire were crucial for survival in Ban-Ur, so she still does it. Should they actually be in colder areas, they usually have enough for both of them on hand and share warmth whenever possible. However, both are ridiculously restless sleepers, so it’s not always a nice, refreshing experience.

Who gets more sad? Sad? No one’s even marginally sad. What do you mean you can sometimes find one of them sitting alone on a rock overlooking a lake or meadow or entire valley staring into the middle distance with a weird shadow on their expression? Who is better at cheering the other up? Definitely Ikrie. She’s practised in that. Mailen used to get sad from time to time and since she didn’t know how to deal with that, she resorted to what she always felt was fun: hunting, or a new challenge. It always worked. It also works on Aloy. Who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Ikrie ended up with a Slap Subscription, but it’s her own damn fault. Aloy lives for her smirks and smugness and carefree laughter when she dodges her hand, though. Who is more streetwise? Ikrie’s grown up with her tribe, and without parents. They may have taken care of her so she could survive but other than that it seems she was mostly left to roam free, and in doing so, picked up a bunch of tricks and skills Aloy, Rost-grown outcast, might be unfamiliar with. Who is more wise? Wisdom runs away screaming whenever one of them comes near. ...okay, that might not entirely be fair to them, but they’re young and reckless and impulsive and feral gremlins at that so wise decisions beyond basic survival skills happen less regularly than unwise ones. They’ll learn. Who’s the shyest? Depends on the situation. Surrounded by a large group of people? Ikrie, even if she does her best to not show it. In intimate settings, with each other? Aloy. Who boasts about the other more? Less boasting about the other as a person they’re with, but praising their skill--Ikrie would be insufferable in that. Aloy politely smiles, nods, and pulls her aside to tell her to tone it down a little, after all, she absolutely sucks with a sling, and-- Too late, the entirety of the Forbidden West now knows about that one time Aloy managed to topple over a Thunderjaw with a well-placed shock wave from her spear. Who sits on who’s lap? Depends on who sat down first. Although laps are less seats and more headrests.

#Aloy and Ikrie #Horizon Zero Dawn #Horizon Forbidden West #hfw spoilers #(for the Varl thing mostly)#tjerra14

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hbcat13-blog · 7 years ago

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tell me abt ur characterz do they have a story?

Well the AUs all hav a story yeah, i dont think i can explain bout my OCs tho those r a tad too long n complicated imo but anyways :All these AUs happen because of the girl sonaScience AU : science boi n girl tries to make a cool robot n stuff, but it ends up having a virus in the system and it severely damages the girl and killed science boio. So she decides to try and revive him by plugging a sort of battery fueled life support to him thats why he has his monocle attached to his neck.Crime AU : he was born with two tails so people thought he was different and special, like a chosen one, something like that. He was separated from his sis(girl sona) and was raised in the temple of a village that worships Egyptian gods, and think that the kids that are born differently are destined to be gods after death(even though it actually isn't really how it seems). He lived a really unfulfilling life and stuff and he wanted more excitement before he had to die. And one night before his death day, girl manages to sneak into the temple to meet him, she was livin the life of a criminal. She told him about all the exciting things that she does and that he should do whatever he wants too and live his own life. He thought about it, and during the ceremony where the temple elders were supposed to kill him, he begged for them not to kill him and let him go. They got aggressive and just kept trying to end the guy, resulting on one of his tail getting chopped off and his right eye blinded. His thoughts of escaping just grew stronger and he snapped and killed all of them, goes through a mental breakdown for awhile, then becomes this crazy dude yall know now and leaves to live a much more exciting life.Hannibal AU : lived in a big mansion with his sister and a step mother and step father. The step father loves them both very much and takes care of them alot. The mother just likes the sister and hates Hannibal since a lot of money that she could be using to buy jewellry is spent on his medicine and other equipments needed like an iv drip and a defibrillator justincase. She abuses him, hits him whenever he cries, saying that boys shouldnt cry, and the abuse got worse once he grew older. She would often make cut on his body for doing the slightest mistakes, but the scars were covered up by his clothes so no one else would know about his abuse. But his physical condition just grew weaker and he died. His sister was devastated and tried to find a way to get him back. And she did, through figuring out dark magic. But he wasnt really alive, he was just a zombie who still knows how to speak and think. And the dark magic that revived him made him hungry for human flesh. So being the very good sister that she is, he allowed him to eat her, and he def did a lot more than just eat her coughcoughnecrophilincest. He was still hungry so he went on to kill the rest of the people that lived in the mansion, then hastily packed his things and left. As years passed he grew to have a certain taste on the things he eats, that's why now he only eats beautiful women, in search of someone that can be as beautiful and kind as his sister.Oof that was alot to write but i think i got it righttt???

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bloo-the-dragon · 6 years ago

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Guys it happened again.

I had another one of those dreams where i was in the body of another character.

Now unlike before this time in the dream i was watching from the perspective Izuku Midoriya and oof this one was... interesting.

Sooo from what i remember him and Bakugo along with some others from class 1a (i’m pretty sure i saw Momo and Tokoyami there) were in a classroom that looked a little like one from college (or middle/high school for ya’ll Americans) I was just... there haha (actually now that i think about it i as actually in my sona’s form as well which was pretty neat). Soo anyways Izuku was being picked on a lil by the teachers and they had him sit with Bakugo as part of a group project or something. (You can maaybe see where this is going)

Now for some reason Izuku was being a butt towards Bakugo - i guess he was frustrated with the teachers pickin on him or something anyways - he started poking Bakugo making the kid angrier and angrier (i also remember looking around and seeing his classmates getting more and more nervous haha) and then suddenly Bakugo is chasing Izuku.

Or... more accurately he’s chasing me

It was at that point i started watching from Izuku’s perspective and lemme tell yah i’m not surprised Izuku is so terrified of Bakugo because running from him was pretty heckin terrifying x’D

Somehow the typical “slow dream running” didn’t actually happen so we ran pretty fast but Bakugo was constantly right behind me/Izuku (that feels very weird to say) and i swear he almost nabbed us a couple of times haha

Eventually we were outside the school and Heavens knows why but now Izuku(and me) were attempting to cross an old stone dam with a bridge of some kind at the other end. At this point Izuku was exhausted but he managed to crawl across the edge of the dam and climb up onto the bridge where there were onlookers.

Bakugo somehow made it across as well and was on the other side of the small bridge. Izuku walks over toward him while telling the onlookers “whatever he does and whatever happens, don’t interfere” (I could kinda sense Izuku fully expected to be beaten to a pulp at this point)

At this point i’m still watching from green beans perspective (i’m literally doing nothing but watching) Izuku approaches Bakugo and Bakugo just collapses to his knees, from exhaustion too i’d guess.

Contrary to my original belief Bakugo didn’t fight Izuku and the two just ended up sitting there talking about stuff. (I can’t remember what it was now) and eventually a big fluffy grey and black cat comes up, they start petting it. After that they appear to be on good-ish terms at this point? I guess they made up or something.

Can’t remember anything else past that point that doesn’t relate to this story but good grief what a heckin dream that was!

#Bloo Talks #dreams #If you don't count being chased by a kid out for blood right behind you #the run during the chase was actually kinda fun haha #was parkouring down stairs and stuff #i'm surprised we didn't trip and fall #anyways i must admit i'm quite tempted to write a short story based on this #Bakugo's a tough character for me to write but i'll certainly give it a try when i can!#(Also sidenote i'm posting this while still in semi half asleep mode #so i'm in that 'dont care if it sounds weird im posting it anyways' mindset hahaha #im gonna regret that later)

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ichigosatsuki · 5 years ago

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Here’s an old OC of a skeleton monster I made before Undertale but I guess it’s now an undertale oc since skeletons = skeley sona now a days XD

Pretty lengthy so if you wanna read be my guest. If not then have a good day/noon/night!

╪═══════╪♡ ᏀᎬNᎬᎡᎪᏞ ♡╪═══════╪ ╳Name╳ Gabriola

╳Nickname(s)╳ Gabe, Gabby, Gabriel, and Gabriella

╳Languages╳ English, Spanish, and a little bit of Japanese

╳Birthday╳ April 29

╳Age╳ 19 years old

╳Gender╳ Male

╳Sexual orientation╳Gay

╳Crush╳Nathan Roman

╳Soul Type╳ Perseverance

╳Species╳ Monster - Skeleton

╳Appearance╳ Despite his magic being purple, Gabriola has white with brown colored pupils. He bears the same scarf his mother (thought now it's slightly tattered due to age) gave him, brown jacket, white shirt, black jeans, and brown boots. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

╪═══════╪♡ ᏞᏆᏦᎬᏚ & ᎠᏆᏚᏞᏆᏦᎬᏚ ♡╪═══════╪ ╳Likes╳ Hanging out with his mom, hanging out with his friends, scarves, flirting, video games, sweets, teasing his friends/crush, using other people's bodies as pillows, dogs, cats, and sleeping.

╳Dislikes╳ People saying that he has a girl name, people reminding him that he's an orphan, anyone stealing his favorite scarf, bullies, seeing people sad, seeing his crush around someone else, and seeing people try to hurt his family and friends. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

╪═══════╪♡ ᎠᏌᎡᏆNᏀ ᏴᎪᎢᎢᏞᎬ ♡╪═══════╪ ╳Stats╳ ▹HP:50(During Genocide)▹HP:100 ▹Attack:10[C](During Genocide)▹Attack:15 ▹Defense:15(During Genocide)▹Defense:20 ▹Weapon:Rattling scythe ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

╳FIGHT╳ [Text Upon Weak Hit]"Hehe dang buddy were you even trying to hit me?""Come on! It feels like I'm getting a massage than a hit kid. Hehe~"

[Text Upon Strong Hit]"OOF! Heh nice one kid, let's see if you can try it again~""H-heh..well...it looks like you can. Good job buddy! Ow..."

[Text Upon Miss]"Woah! Easy there buddy hehe...we wouldn't want to hurt anybody..now would we?" [Text Upon Attack]"Hehe! This little spar is actually pretty fun buddy!" ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

╳ACT╳ [*Check]Gabriola 10ATK 15DEFHe seems really excited about this spar, this must be his first time.

[POSSIBLE ACTION]*Flirt.*Ask for a hug.*Take his scarf.*Tease. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

╳MERCY╳ [When spared]"Woah! This fight was super fun! Thanks a lot! I can't wait to tell my mom about this!"

[When attempting to flee]"Hey come back buddy! I don't bite! That hard..hehe~" ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

╪═══════╪♡ ᏴᏆᎾᏀᎡᎪᏢᎻᎩ ♡╪═══════╪ Gabriola is the adopted son of an OC of mine who found an abandoned monster baby on her door step. He was taken in and raised by his new mother and her roommate. Due to being raised by a human, it took Gabriola a while to learn how to control his magic properly. He took mother's side in her love for sweets, jackets, sleeping, having a positive outlook to life, being a goofball, and being kind to others. While growing up, he grew a fondness over Nathan Roman (roommate/a skeleton oc)which later blossomed into harboring feelings towards him when Gabriola grew into an adult. He will outwardly express his feeling towards Nathan; often flirting with him, claiming him as his property. Along with even teasing about calling him 'senpai'. Even if his attempts repeatedly fail over and over. As an adult, Gabriola carries around weapon called the Rattling Scythe since he's not a master with magic just yet. The reason his weapon is called such is cause he took off the skull ornament from his favorite rattle to put it on his weapon. Just like anyone would do with a normal scythe, he swings it to attack. He does a similar move to Asgore, where the eyes on the skull of his scythe will flash between blue or orange before striking. Gabriola will also bring the blade into box and try to corner one's Soul and slowly drag it in any direction but this can be easily dodged if one goes for a safe area and stays in it until the attack is done.He also does two more familiar moves where an exclamation point will warn the player for where the swipes will strike. He also does a swipe that would cover half of the box which can be dodged if one moves to the opposite side. Gabriola will shake the rattle skull on his scythe to warn the player how many times he will attack. He can also use bone attacks but he just rarely uses them.

In Genocide mode his attacks are twice as fast and he can block player's attacks with his scythe, to deal with this, the player must cut his arms which forces Gabriola to use his weak magic to carry his weapon in which 2 out of 5 times he will sometimes drop it, making him vulnerable. It's impossible to kill him with the weapon the player may have, so one must weaken or distract Gabriola enough to sneakily steal his weapon and slice it into him till his HP goes to zero. Gabriola's special attack is when he summons a ray of bones and he slashes at the player while they would be dodging, then the size of his blade will double in size and he'll slowly drag it across the right side of the now long box, forcing the player to dodge the bones in reverse to evade the blade.

╳Cool little fact!╳ When Gabriola was a baby, he was missing the lower half of his jaw. Because of this he had to wait until his magic naturally formed a new lower jaw for him to finally be able to speak properly.

❝Hehe it really doesn't matter if things don't go your way sometimes because there's always another 364 days for you to try again!❞(A quote he'll tell you on a Pacifist Run)

#long text post #text post #OC #my OC #gabriola #character bio #skeleton #skeleton oc

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