#the spider one is uhhh interesting

[thewholeloaf]

So! It is a tie between birthing baby sharks and spiking drinks! Thanks to everyone who voted. I'll give short versions of each!

So for this particular summer camp it was all about the science of the ocean. And every single day we had to dissect something. Every day one of the three teachers (including myself) had to become experts on the anatomy of whatever animal was chosen for the day. We did crab, starfish, sharks, and a horrible fish called a lamprey. I'd never dissected something beyond farm animals before, so this was unique.

On the day of the sharks, I had studied that morning and learned that most dogfish sharks used for dissection were female. My husband, who enjoyed biology in college, excitedly told me that one might be pregnant! I severely underestimated what that meant.

We got into the sharks and I was doing my thing, pointing out large identifiable organs. I was trying to get to the stomach, so we could investigate what the shark had eaten (we did actually discover shrimps and a fish head eventually!!) But the organ we got into was full of an unexpected surprise. This organ was full of baby sharks. I was like that's weird that a shark would swallow all these babies. Then I saw the umbilical cords. I realized right there that some sharks lay eggs, some give live birth, and some do a mixture of the two. And then it made sense how sharks could eat each other in the womb. From one shark we c-sectioned 4 babies, and from the largest we actually birthed 7!! It was... unexpected but the kids thought it was the coolest thing ever!! 4/5 of our sharks ended up being pregnant females. Who knew???

My second story is one of a student with some rather unfortunate fixations and zero social skills, or social support at home. The short version of his story is that he was on the spectrum and had been homeschooled since the pandemic with little to no interaction with kids his age. So put him around others and very quickly he became hard to handle. He was a sweet kid, but he frustrated others and wasn't good at following directions. Let me preface this by saying I don't think this child was dangerous, or disturbed. He and his teachers/classmates were just unprepared.

Student really really liked chemistry. And his Vietnam War video game. He loved mixing vitamin C powder and water in test tubes, then played with the test tubes. He was having a great time! But we said please don't eat this or get it in your eyes. It wouldn't hurt you, but let's just not. Student came up to me between activities and asked if he could pour some of his test tube contents into my coworkers iced coffee. I shit you not, this is how he (a 10 year old child!) Phrased it: "can I spike [coworker's] drink with this just to see what would happen?" I was like oh no sweetie we should never ever spike peoples drinks without permission, and we don't eat the science today, right? And he wandered off, but holy shit!! Where did he get that concept??? This was DAY ONE. Later he told me he was going to mix up some "volatile chemicals" at his house and pour it on some plants "to see what happens." He told me all sorts of strange things like that all week. Poor kid. But definitely one of the craziest things to happen at camp!

[milimeters-morales]

Miles: i have to be within the older Spider-Man’s line of sight at all times when i’m in Queens

Civilian: and why’s that?

Miles: he doesn’t trust me to not start talking about my special interest to random people when i’m supposed to be helping around. while you’re here, lemme tell you about all the different fire alarms i saw in my field trip-

[simpcityy]

I’m Not Her (Father Miguel O’Hara x Teen! Daughter Reader)

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is your biological father but it’s not great being his daughter when he’s hooked in the past still.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This is very short as well! Just a little prompt I thought also, I know the song is about a girl who loves a boy etc., but I thought of it more as father and daughter way. *Ahem* Him thinking of Gabi rather than the present daughter he has…I’m sorry if I confused you.

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Use of female pronouns, Use of (Y/N), angst, Father Miguel, overall, it’s just sad. Uhhh I think that is all for now.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

Being the biological daughter of Miguel O’Hara has its ups and downs but mostly downs according to you. Walking through the Spider Society, you held some reports from Jess, she was on her way to hand them over to your father but seeing the kind person you are, you decided to do it for her so she can rest. You're amazed how a woman so pregnant can still fight. Walking down the halls, you were alone with your thoughts. The time he left to be a father to another girl..a girl named Gabriella…were you not enough for him? What did Gabi have that you didn’t? So many thoughts running through your head only to be snapped from hearing Mayday giggling in the room. Taking a deep breath, you pushed in ready for the chaos. “Hey! (Y/N)!” Peter smiles holding an energetic child. “Hey” You responded before looking over at Miguel who was looking at the videos that hurt you the most. Videos of him and Gabriella. You only frown a bit before masking it. “I'll just drop this off” You dropped the files onto a flat surface before walking to the door. “Hey Boo! You going to ask him?” Lyla appears in front of you smiling. You look at her and back to Miguel before shaking your head. “No…he has better things to do” You whisper walking through her, leaving. Lyla watches you staying quiet before next to Miguel. “Files were dropped.” She brought him back to reality. “Hmm? Who?” He mutters looking at the AI. He goes down his platform and picks up the files you left. “(Y/N) did, she was here not long ago” Lyla looks at her phone scrolling through it. Miguel looks at the door where you left not long ago.

Sitting out on the roof of your dimension, your thoughts only seem to be filling you up with anger. Why did he leave you to be a father for another kid…yeah, she lost her father but so did you…he left you to be with her. You groan out in frustration before looking at the time. “There is not enough time left” You mutter before getting up and going back to the house. A home where you stopped waiting for him to come home. Upon reaching your room, you changed into your pjs before walking over to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you pulled out a cake you ordered yourself from your favorite shop. Placing it on the table, you put the candles on and sat down in front of it. “Happy Birthday to me…happy birthday to me…” You began to sing before letting out a sob. Your candles were put out from your tears. Another year alone and many more to go.

“If I could be her…but I’m not her and she’s not me.”

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Authors note: This was just little one-shot. An idea that always comes to mind whenever I listen to that amazing song! I am working on part 3 of the Biomedical Engineer x Miguel. Hopefully this weekend it comes out along with the last part of my first father figure Miguel x reader. Please check those out if you haven’t. I’m stuck if I should make this into a full series as well, but I don’t know if people would interest in it. Anyways, as always sorry for any grammar errors. Thank you all for the support! Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 62!) Thank you so much for the follows and please you are welcome to reblog my works for others to be aware of this new Miguel O’Hara simp writer!

[amityvilles-blog]

Hiii! Our original blog was termed so we made a new one :3 For those that don't know us, the info on us is below but first important info:

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★ - Amity/Dreamie

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★ - Yuri

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Alex

∅ - Name(s): Alex

∅ - Pronouns: she/they

∅ - Species: demon

∅ - Identities: transdisabled, demi-romantic

∅ - DNI: anyone who has a problem with us

∅ - Extra: nothing really to say other than feel free to flirt I guess? Oh and I'm in control of Dreamie (hypnosis)

Ember

∅ - Name(s): Ember

∅ - Pronouns: void/voidself/•/•'s

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∅ - Name(s): Nyx

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∅ - Identities: AAP, demi-sexual

∅ - DNI: idiots (those who have a problem with us)

∅ - Extra: I don't know? I'm goth/emo and in a relationship with Ember

Ku

∅ - Name(s): Ku

∅ - Pronouns: purr/purrs

∅ - Species: cat boy

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Yuri

∅ - Name(s): Yuri

∅ - Pronouns: he/him/space

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∅ - DNI: idiots (people who have a problem with us)

∅ - Extra: feel free to send me smut (pictures of technology)

Luna

-Name(s): Luna

-Pronouns: he/it

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-Identities: questioning para, questioning transID, DEFINITE RQ ally :3, demiboy, AroAce

Extra: not sharing a picture because I'm scared someone might recognize me

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∅ - Species: human

∅ - Identities: bi, radqueer, zoo

∅ - DNI: minors (that aren't okay with nsft related stuff)

∅ - Extra: I'm technically just a shapeshifter that chooses to always looks like Melody but she's a kin soooooo

Aspen

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∅ - DNI: other spider gwens. It gets confusing for me

[panpanghost]

_"Wait!"

The young Six-eared Macaque turns around with a "Hm?" and a tilted head.

He had a great day today, playing with the young Rock Monkey and draining every last drop of his energy, but, as much as he'd love to stick around, he can't. He didn't expect playing around with someone else would be this fun, he never even thought anyone would play with him, years of being treated as an outsider, a freak, ate away his confidence and left him in the dark, he would love to hang out again in the morning however, but right now, all he could think about is to lay down and give in to sleep.

_"Uhhh...Umm" uncharacteristically, the rock monkey was hesitant, shuffling around with his hands and looking down to the ground as if it's suddenly interesting, "wou-would you like tooo...umm, ya'know- maybe..uh- sleep in my nest tonight-?"

He can't believe he actually said it, he knows he only knew the Six-eared Macaque for just a few days but he couldn't help it.

Anyone would think that the Monkey King sleeps surrounded by his subjects in a pile, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. It wasn't really anyone's fault, he was just way too strong and heavy compared to the others.

He didn't always sleep alone to be honest, it all began when he woke up to a screeching scream, he jumped from his nest and looked around for the danger then back at the nest to see one of his friends holding his arm in anguish, his heart dropped when realization hit him, he had accidentally broken his arm in his sleep, guilt burned thru him like wild fire, it was the first time he had ever harmed one of his family and he'd be dammed if he didn't make sure it's the last.

After the accident, he couldn't sleep properly for days, at night he'd sit still in the middle of snoring monkeys, and during the day he'd try to find a place to nap a little, away from the little ones so they wouldn't join him, it wasn't as easy as he thought, and he hated it more with every passing day.

After a while though, he stopped laying down at night at all, he just couldn't stay still, it was torture, he felt powerless against sleep, but there was nothing he could do about it.

In the end he made a new bed for himself alone, and didn't allow anyone to sleep in, ofcourse the loyal monkeys didn't like it, worried, and refusing to believe they have to let their king sleep alone, he doesn't even have a mate yet, how could they possibly do that? Still- after talking with each other, they admitted he did start to look tired lately, maybe it really is the best option to let him be at night, it's not like they wouldn't tend to him during the day, they'll work twice as hard to make sure he's comfortable and well taken care of.

He had been sleeping alone for some time now so he didn't worry about turning and breaking something or worse...

However, unlike the others, the Macaque is strong, stronger than he had originally thought. It took some rough playing for him to know that, he'd let himself go and use a little power, seeing how it didn't matter, the black furred monkey would just bounce back at him with even more strength, it felt great fighting without worrying all the time about breaking the other. Every time he'd even touch someone it'd feel like trying to touch spider webs without destroying it. But not this time, not with The Six-eared, it felt warm, it felt right and this hole inside him is craving for more.

But- would the Six-eared Macaque want to join his pack? Would it make him uncomfortable? He was originally a guest staying for a couple of weeks so would that make him feel pressured or uncomfortable? What if it made him leave?- what if-

_"Oh! Okay! Sounds great!" He frees the monkey king from his mind with a bright smile.

_"Really?!" With a clear shock on his face, Rock monkey still can't believe it.

_"Yeh! I don't see why not." He affirms, sure he had never slept in a pile with someone else, but he always wanted to try it, being honest with himself, he was jealous of others.

_"Okay! Come! It's this way." The Rock monkey excitedly grabs the other's hand and drags him through the forest, his happiness could reach the sky, finally, a sleeping buddy!

In the nest, The Six-eared Macaque decided to just lay down and let the king do his thing, even if it was his first time cuddling someone to sleep, he didn't really care how it was, he wasn't gonna sleep much either way, and it's not because of movements or the sound of The Rock Monkey's heart beating like a drum with a joy stick, nope, he was, ironically, a nocturnal creature, he didn't need much sleep, two to three hours a day were enough, he could have them separately or in one go, didn't bother him, he was born that way, it was natural, even though, not spending the night alone sounds wonderful.

The Rock Monkey sank thru mattress of his bed, puffing the pillow, placing even more blankets than the ones already there, he was filled with hope, that maybe, just maybe, if he made it comfy enough, Six-eared would like it and they'd do it more often- it's gonna become a daily routine but he doesn't know that yet- after he's done, he pats his side, hinting for his sleeping buddy to come.

The patiently waiting monkey finally climes up and lays on his back, covering himself with a blanket so easily found, finally resting his hands on his stomach,

_"Man, your nest is reeeeally comfy."

YAS! A victory call was shouted in the Rock Monkey's head, this is great, his plan is working.

_"I Know right! I actually made it myself."

_"You made it yourself? That's actually pretty impressive.", the tired Macaque starts to close his eyes.

_"Thanks, if you like it that much you can come over and sleep as much as you want, i don't mind."

_"Really? I guess it'd be nice to nap here every now and then." The little Macaque's voice is barely heard as he starts to give in to sleep despite the loud bu-bums coming from his night buddy.

He's coming AGAIN! Yesss! Would it be too much to ask for cuddles?, the Monkey king shakes his brain to stay awake and think fast before the Macaque falls asleep or he'd loose his chance to ask, he had never cuddled another before, he really wanted to, but he's heavy and his squeeze would turn flesh and bones into a smoothie, he'd usually hug a pillow but he really wants to at least try it once, it's been uncomfortably sitting in his head for as long as he can remember, but is it too soon? Would it be crossing the boundary? Is it rude? screw it- we ball.

_"hey Six-ears..."

_"hmm"

_"i actually like to cuddle, could you lift your arm up?"

_"ehmm" he did not expect that and truthfully it did make his heart pound a little faster, still, what harm would it do, he was also hoping to cuddle with him some day, it just happened that that day was right now.

The Six-eared does as told and the Rock monkey snuggles himself under the blanket, his head on the Macaque's chest, tangling their legs and tails together and hugging him closer, as he feels arms surrounding him, he won't deny the safety he felt in that moment, this isn't so bad, he could get used to it.

_"uhh... sorry i'm a bit heavy..."

_"I can hold you up with one arm, you're as light as a feather."

True, he did do that, when he first did it caught the king completely off guard, after registering what happened, it was kinda embarrassing...

Well, now for one last test, just to be safe, the Monkey king starts to slowly squeeze his new bady pillow little by little, focused on any noise that would indicate a stop.

_"I don't mind being squeezed." The Macaque finally says, startling the little one.

_"oh-ok." The little one whispers and squeezes more. Nothing, nothing happened, his buddy is still okay, no- more than that he feels himself being squeezed in return, this... this feels nice...

Before they knew it, they were both falling in deep sleep, the best they've ever had, just like two peices of a puzzle. One that moves and tosses around at night and one that gets bored when waking up every hour or so and decides to ruffle thru the first one's fur or help it get the blanket back on. It was nice, not boring, not cold, not lonely, they'd love to do this more.

(Why did i make this you may ask, well, clearly because i want to throw my hc at everyone, this was just more fun than saying it. Also english isn't my first language so sorry for the mistakes or if a sentence doesn't make any sense, ignore it for your brain's sake. Hope you enjoyed it ^^)

[gaylordscooter]

The Ghost Pointed at Me

He was a replacement. He knew that much. His name didn't belong to him. It was stolen. Stolen from who? He didn't know and it wasn't easy getting answers.

He was an Underswap Sans. He knew that much. He was stronger than him, kinder than him, overall a better person.

He was a shabby replacement. He would hardly be qualified to be his shadow.

And yet they called him “Blue” anyway.

He woke up earlier than normal today, slipping into his usual outfit right away. Hearts should still be in sleep mode. So he didn't have to worry about him catching him on the way out. He didn't want him questioning where he was going so early in the morning. He knows he'd want to tag along.

He quietly made his way out of the house, Dream nor Ink caught him either. They never did. Sneaking out was a skill of his. He used to do it all the time late at night when he’d go out to the lab. His brother always hated it when he worked after hours. Said it wasn't worth doing when he was just an intern.

That was one of the few memories he still had of him. He clung to it like a prized possession.

He hopped on his motorcycle that was parked right outside. It wasn't like anyone was going to steal it. Hardly anyone had access to the Doodlesphere.

He started its engine, immediately driving away towards a bucket that led to an Underswap. The noise probably alerted them now, but they'd never caught up to him by this point.

He's been visiting as many Underswap universes as he could, trying to see if any of them were off in some way. They wouldn't be missing a Sans. By the time a reset rolled around a new one would take his place.

He was mainly interested in looking at its code. From there he’d be able to find out how long the Sans of that universe has existed.

He didn't really know what his end goal with this was. Say he found the universe that belonged to the Blue before him, then what?

It's not like he’d find anything new there. Originally he was looking for a universe like his, but he gave up on that a long time ago. Being “unique” seemed impossible in the multiverse, but as it turned out his universe was one of a kind.

Because it was unstable.

And then of course the multiverse decided to throw something unexpected at him.

Error was in the universe he decided to go to.

The Snowdin of the place was on lockdown. Everyone was presumably taking refuge in Muffet’s as Error stalked around the area like a rabid animal.

Currently, he was in the “find the human” phase of his destruction, so he wasn't wiping everything out in the vicinity for now. Wiping everything out might get the human to reset which would kick any foreign code out into the void, which would be a hassle.

Except if he saw an outsider like him he’d immediately turn attention to him.

Lucky him.

He got ready to drive the hell out of here. Of course, it was now that his motorcycle’s engine decided to have problems. It sputtered, as if to mock him, when he tried revving it.

Unfortunately, his attempted escape only drew the destructor’s attention.

His mismatched eyelights landed right on him. Those unnatural, perfectly straight teeth skewed in a lopsided smile.

He felt his soul sputter just like the engine.

He got off the motorcycle and made a break for it. Of course, it was in vain. Error’s strings caught his soul immediately.

It felt like a million paper cuts littered his soul, but it didn't deal any damage. Yet.

He was a fly trapped in the spider’s web. He was as good as dead.

Maybe Ink read his script for today and already knew this was going to happen. He was going to show up any second now to save him.

He awkwardly smiled back, mostly with his eyes, at the glitchy skeleton.

Any second now.

“Wh-what are you doing here, here?” he questioned. His voice and form were unstable as usual. It took Blue a second to register what he said.

“Uhhh, I could ask the same to you! We haven't seen you go to an Underswap in a long time,” he replied.

The strings tightened around his soul causing him to yelp. A warning.

A loud static noise cut through the air as a star-shaped rift tore itself open right behind Error.

“Error, what did i say about attacking MY HOME?”

Error whipped his head around to face the new voice. “Hm, l-lemme think—Oh right, right! I don't care what you s-said.”

Blue stared wide-eyed at the two bickering. The new guy looked similar to Error with his inverted colors—or lack of colors should he say. It looked like most of his body was a black hole. The red torn-up bandana around his neck along with his pearlescent purple arms mostly covered up by his gloves and shirt sleeves looked to be in a different reality from the rest of him.

He stared back at him in turn. Suddenly all of his attention locked on him as if Error wasn't right in front of him.

Faster than Blue could blink, he was out of the rift and standing in front of him.

“Oh hey, it's you,” he said.

“HEY, DON’T JUST IGNORE ME!”

He ignored him. He circled around Blue, almost reaching out to touch him but stopping himself before he actually made contact. “You don’t look like me at all.”

“P-pardon?” Blue managed to breathe out.

“Oh right, we’ve never formally met.” He offered his hand for a handshake. “The name’s Blazar, but I’ve heard I used to be called Blue too.”

Blue was stunned. “Oh—uh, hi?” He reached his hand towards his, only for Blazar to yank his own away like he was about to be burnt.

“Ha-ha! I keep forgetting not to do that!” He looked at his hand as if he was scolding it and took a few steps away from him.

He internally took note of his wording “never formally met” and that he knew he was called Blue without him telling him. It was highly likely he’d watched him from a distance before. “Not to do what?”

“Contact. Physical contact,” he specified. His dead-serious expression caught him off guard.

Blue’s gaze shifted away from him and noticed the lack of Error’s presence. He probably went off to resume his human-hunting.

Blazar seemed to notice this first. He looked more annoyed than anything. He sighed, “Hang on a moment.”

He teleported away or just moved away extremely fast.

He was back a second later, dusting his gloves off as if he had just taken out the trash. “Sorry about him. He has his reasons for acting that way.”

Blue looked confused, wondering what exactly he did to Error. “Yeah, sure.”

“Anyway, so you're the new Blue!” Blazar held his hands out to him as if he was presenting him to a crowd.

Blue sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Listen, I didn't mean to take your place. Ink just—”

“Oh, I don't care about that,” he assured, waving a hand dismissively. “It's not like I can be jealous when I don't even remember what it was like, hah.”

His expression shifted to concern. “what do you mean?”

Noticing the dip in the mood, he continued to sound and look cheery to bring it back up. “I don't remember anything before…before becoming ‘Blazar’—but I don't care! Can't miss what you’ve never had!” He laughed as he said that.

Blue gave him a look of pity. He lost some of his memories of his old life too, but he couldn't imagine being so positive about it. The way he acted reminded him of Dream. He knew from personal experience that “can't miss what you've never had” didn't apply when you did have it and you just forgot you did. He knows he’s had plenty of nights stressing over his lost memories.

Did he even know that he had a brother? Did he remember his friends from his universe?

“So how’s Ink and Dream doing?” he asked, completely oblivious to Blue’s inner thoughts. As he should be.

“Oh, they're doing fine. They had a little argument recently, but they’ve gotten over it.” It was more like Dream forgave Ink and Ink forgot about it. Close enough.

“That's good. So they're doing fine without me.”

Blue’s eyelights darted to the side.

“Again, I’m not mad about that,” he assured. “Why are you so scared?” He frowned.

Blue backed up unconsciously, raising his hands in defense. “Listen, I’m sure you're a nice monster—”

“I am.”

“—but, uh, I can't help but be a bit spooked by how similar you look t—”

“I am not like Error,” his voice distorted as he said that. Despite his words, he looked just as fierce as Error when he's mad.

Blue stayed quiet, looking just about ready to flee.

Blazar calmed down, realizing that he was only scaring him more. He was about to reach out to comfort him, but ended up hugging his own arms instead. “Sorry, I’m…” he paused to take a breath, “I’m not as pleasant as I used to be. I should go.”

“Wait—”

He disappeared before Blue could respond.

He stood there for a moment in the empty forest of Snowdin. So that’s what happened to the Blue before him. He didn't die, he became an error. A part of him died, he supposed.

How could something like that happen?

Ink should know. He should know he's alive. Maybe he forgot, and thought he did die because Dream acts like he did.

Blazar asked how Ink and Dream are doing. Why doesn't he check on them himself?

He snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that monsters were exiting Muffet’s now. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, he scrambled over to his motorcycle and hopped on.

Thankfully it worked now and he was able to drive out of there and open a rift back to the Doodlesphere.

When he got back to the house, he opened the front door and was greeted by Ink. He flinched back with a yelp.

“Were you just standing there the entire time?!”

“Of course not. I knew when you were coming back—but that's besides the point.” He grabbed Blue by the shoulders and shook him. “What were you doing in a universe that Error was in?!”

Blue spun in place to get out of Ink’s hold. “I didn't know he would be there. Also if you knew, why didn’t you help me?”

Ink crossed his arms. “Because someone else already did, right?”

“That ‘someone else’ is someone you know!”

Ink blinked. “Is it? I didn’t really pay attention to who it was.” He scratched his chin thoughtfully.

Blue facepalmed. “Buddy, it was the Blue before me that saved me.”

Ink sputtered. “Whuh, huh? That guy’s alive?”

“Don't act so nonchalant!”

“This is not me acting ‘nonchalant’. I didn't know he was alive!”

“Shouldn't you though?”

Ink gritted his teeth, looking coy. “Mmmaybe?” He shrugged.

Blue sighed, “Is Dream out? I think he should know about this.”

“Of course he's out. When is he ever in one place? I’ll tell him when I have the chance.”

“No, I want to tell you both what happened to him,” he insisted. “This is important enough to have a proper meeting about.” They didn't usually have meetings like people assumed they had. Honestly, the perception of “The Star Sanses” in general was humorously inaccurate. They weren't really the heroes of the multiverse that everyone made them out to be—well maybe Dream was, but for the most part, Ink and he weren't all that heroic. And they certainly did not plan out how to efficiently help everyone out in the multiverse, nor was that their goal in the first place.

Ink tilted his head. “Something happened to him?” Something seemed to click for him. He reached for his scarf and skimmed over the notes on it. “Oh, right.”

“So now you remember.”

Ink’s now blue-green eyelights spelled guilt. “You know my memory isn't the greatest.”

That was his way of saying “You know I didn't want to forget something like that.” If it was important enough to be written about on his scarf, that had to be true.

Blue’s expression softened, regretting his accusatory tone. “Right.”

Ink sighed, “I should get Dream.” He was already painting a portal beneath him. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He disappeared a second later.

“Finally, that prick’s gone,” Hearts strutted in from the hallway and approached him. He tended to avoid Ink as he did with every Sans. It was like merely looking at them made them ill. Except for Blue for some reason. Maybe it was because of trust. That sounded right. “He was watching the door like a dog waiting for its owner.”

“Was he pacing?”

“Like a caged animal.”

“You sure like comparing Ink to animals,” he remarked. “But never the right ones. He’s like an excitable ferret.” He was a thing of boundless energy and hyperactivity. But he wasn't like a dog. Dogs were loyal.

“Is that something you waste your time thinking about, darling?” he teased.

Blue suppressed his grin from widening at the meaningless pet name. “And you're like a cat abusive to its owner.”

He gasped, holding a hand to his chest like he was offended. Scratch that, not “like he was”, he was definitely offended. “Are you calling me your pet?!”

“I Did Not Say Anything of the Sort,” he said slyly, darting his eyelights to the side. He held back a laugh as Hearts scoffed. Their banter brought his mood up after his encounter with Error and Blazar, but he still dreaded the meeting to come.

Ink will probably explain some things; that was his hope, but he also feared it. It was likely he wasn't going to like what he was going to hear, but a worse-case scenario would be if Ink tried to skirt around telling him. He needed to know. Rip the bandage off, as they say.

“Are you alright, darling? I don't usually eavesdrop on your conversations with him, but it sounded serious.”

That's definitely a lie. He eavesdropped all the time, but he appreciated Hearts’s genuine concern.

Blue rubbed at his neck. “Eh, I could be worse. I’m mostly stressed, is all.”

“Glad to see you're doing the same as usual.”

“Hey!”

“I’m joking, darling.” He noticed a puddle of paint flowing out from the ground behind Blue. “That's my cue to leave. I hope your meeting goes smoothly. I don't want to hear yelling while I’m relaxing.” He already started walking back to the hallway to get to his room.

“Seeya,” Blue said. He tried putting his hands in his lab coat’s pockets. He always did that out of habit despite said pockets being torn off along with the rest of the bottom half of it a while ago. He opted to put his hands on his hips instead. He turned around as Ink and Dream came out of the portal of paint.

Dream still had that beaming smile on his face. Of course he did. He never not smiled, which wasn't all that unusual for Sanses but even they would stop smiling when pushed too far. The point was, Dream’s expression gave nothing away as to what Ink had told him already.

“So Blue called a team meeting,” Ink explained. “That Mettaton’s not listening in, is he?” He looked around the entry room as if he was hiding in it.

“Does it matter?” Blue asked. Ink’s never showed concern for that before.

“I guess not,” he shrugged but he still looked a tad bothered.

It was because this was a personal thing, he assumed.

“Why don't we sit down before we start?” Dream suggested.

Blue took that offer immediately, sitting down on the couch by the front door. Already, his leg was bouncing.

Dream sat next to him but Ink continued to stand. Blue knew he was going to start pacing once they began talking.

“So, Blue, you wanna start us off?” Ink said.

“Oh, uh, sure.” He clapped his hands together, trying to make eye contact with Dream. Only to immediately fail and look down at the floor. “So…I called this meeting because, uh. I met this guy named Blazar.”

“Oh, a new guy!” Dream sounded excited.

Blue stretched his smile out, making it uneven. “Yep, uh, not actually ‘new’.” He really shouldn't be stretching this out that much. He should just spit it out, but he's never been good at delivering news like this. “It's…the old Blue actually.”

“He's alive!” Dream beamed. He couldn't help but stand. “You got to meet him? Did it go well? I think you two would get along great!”

Blue looked just about ready to call the meeting there instead of dousing Dream’s joy with the bad news. “It went bad, actually.”

“Oh.” He still sounded hopeful. Right, dousing Dream’s joy wasn't exactly an easy task.

“Well, not that bad? It was mostly awkward—besides the point. He's an error now.” Finally. Finally, he got it out.

Dream looked clueless. He tilted his head. “I don't believe I understand. How can one be a mistake?”

Ink pinched the bridge of his nasal bone. “No, he's an ‘error’ now. Y’know like Error. There's others like him where their code’s all messed up.”

“Well, at least he's alive.”

Ink’s eyelights flashed red for a moment. His smile was strained. Unlike other Sanses, Ink’s smile wasn't his default. It was a practiced thing and said practice would melt away at a moment’s notice.

“Did I say something wrong?” Dream asked.

Ink and Blue shared a glance.

“I’m not—I’m not mad at you, Dream,” Ink said.

“I see! Well, thank you for sharing the good news, Blue. I had no idea he was alive.”

“Dream, it's not really good news,” Blue said gently while wringing his hands together.

This was the thing with Dream. It was impossible to get him to see the bad in things. That sounded like a good trait to have but Ink and Blue knew from personal experiences that one could indeed be overly optimistic.

“But he’s alive.”

“And he's an error!” Ink snapped, throwing them both off. “I did that to him!” He stopped speaking as abruptly as he started. He covered his mouth, looking shocked at his own words.

Blue looked agape at him, while Dream merely looked surprised and sat back down.

“What do you mean, Ink?” Blue asked.

Ink’s hands scraped at his skull, staying over his mouth.

“What do you mean you did that to him?” He kept his voice surprisingly level.

Ink forced his hands down by his sides. “The day we fought Error in his Underswap we were getting reckless—He was getting reckless. I knew what was going to happen. I knew he would become an error that day. I couldn't do anything—no—I did do something. I set it up for him and I did my part in making it happen. He cornered him and I just watched—”

“Ink, slow down!” Blue got up to put a hand on his shoulder.

Ink’s gaze focused on him. His eyelights were still rapidly changing. He pushed Blue away to turn around and hack up black paint on the ground. “Eugh.” He wiped his mouth. “How much of that did you understand?” his words slurred together.

“I didn't get any of that,” Blue said.

“Good.” He paused, held a hand up, and turned around to throw up again. “Twice in the same minute, hah,” he said humorlessly. “I’m calling the end of this meeting.”

Neither Blue nor Dream objected. In fact, Dream’s gone quiet ever since Ink yelled.

Ink left without a word or explanation as to where he was going. He needed alone time, they knew that, but it was anyone's guess how long he’d be out for.

Blue was about to head over to his room to rest, but Dream spoke up first.

“Blue, can you…stay here for a bit?” He’s never asked something like that before. Something for himself.

Blue’s sockets widened. “Yeah,” he sat back down on the couch, “I can stay.”

Dream couldn't meet his gaze. He just continued staring forward, not even at a wall but at the air in front of it. “Thank you.” His expression didn't show it, but for some reason, Blue had a feeling Dream wanted to cry.

He looked happy. He acted happy, but that hunch was stubborn.

Blue wrapped an arm around him like he was comforting him as if he was crying.

Dream leaned into him, closing his eyes, smile as unfaltering as ever. He imagined that his tears would be spilling out more now that he closed it. They were golden, like leaves falling in the autumn.

That was only his imagination, of course. Dream can't cry. He can't even frown.

Blue couldn't begin to understand how it would feel to be unable to feel negative emotions. He's never said it out loud, but it was like you were half a person. Sure he had access to a good amount of the basic emotions, but most feelings were complex and were made up of both negative and positive emotions.

Of course, Dream’s brother has to deal with only feeling negative emotions. However, while it seemed like one had it worse than the other, Blue was beginning to think neither had it better than the other.

What would Dream be feeling right now if he could feel negative emotions?

Blue noticed Dream’s hand trembling  Only one, however, as if that was all he was allowed to show.

“Something's not right.” He sounded like a robot going against his coding. “I’m not feeling the right emotion.” His words contrasted his ever-gleeful tone.

“I'm sorry.” Blue didn't know what else to say.

“Sorrow, guilt. That's it.” He brought his hands together to keep his other hand still. “I’m sorry,” he replied. It was almost like a prayer.

The way he said his apologies never sounded genuine, but Blue would pretend it did for him. In the end, there was hardly a difference.

After a few more minutes, Dream stood up and opened a portal. “Thank you again, Blue. I’ll see you later.” Just like that, he went back to doing his job.

And the house was sans two Sanses once more. Although neither of them really were Sanses.

He headed over to his room.

Hearts was lounging around on his bed, a common occurrence despite him having a room of his own. This was something he tended to do when he had something to show or say to him. He gave him a smirk.

“What?”

“I recorded Ink’s little spiel. I can slow it down for you if you want,” he offered.

So that's why Ink didn't want him listening, Blue thought. He shrugged. “What the heck, sure.” He sat next to him.

Hearts replayed it at a speed Blue could understand.

He had a hand covering his mouth as he listened.

Hearts was entirely unfazed by it, mainly because he didn't understand the significance of it.

Ink blamed himself for Blazar’s predicament. Ink never blamed himself, at least he never admitted so.

It was illogical for him to blame himself, and Ink was pretty logical when it came to this sort of thing. When it came to scripts. 

“I never thought the soulless guy could be such a drama queen,” Hearts remarked.

Blue learned a long time ago that soullessness has nothing to do with dramatics, but he kept that to himself. He picked up the journal he kept on his bedside counter to jot some stuff down.

Like the nosy guy he was, Hearts looked over his shoulder to watch him write.

Blue rolled his eyelights, “Read if you want but you're not going to understand any of it and I’m not explaining any of this to you.”

“I just enjoy watching you steer off-topic,” he said.

“Tough luck, I’m not writing an entry.” He wrote down directions to the specific bucket of that universe as well as the name “Blazar”. He closed it and put the journal back.

With that over, he realized how hungry he was.

“I’m going to Grillby’s,” he said. “You want anything?”

“I don't eat that garbage, darling.”

“You say that like you didn't establish your own fast-food restaurant,” Blue said.

“You don't know if I did that in my universe,” Hearts retorted.

Right, because he never told him anything about his past. Regardless, he was sure he did do that. All the other Underfell Mettatons did. There wasn't any reason for him to be an outlier.

“Sure. I’ll see you later.”

[tsuki-sennin-creations]

Galloping galaxies, a new Takehaya girl dropped! This is Kaori Amanogawa. She much prefers the shortened "Kaori Amano" though. She's just a silly gal! Born on July 7th! Currently 22 and lovin' it! Yeah! Yeah... Uhhh...

Kaori is the youngest daughter of the Amanogawa family, and her parents are "venture capitalist" gazillionaires with their hands up the ass of just about every industry you can name. ...not that they're willing to foot that money for their kids or any of their other family members, the bastards. Having only having graduated from her high school a few years ago, she is unexpectedly called from her home in Seattle to the Takehaya Archipelago to prepare to inherit a national GDP-sized part their vast fortune. Not that she really wants their money, her butler put all the work into raising her and he barely got more than their pocket change.

She's much more interested in spaaaaaaaaaaaaace! She dreams of setting foot on a distant planet and becoming friends with alien life. As one step on that sacred quest, she plans to overcome her shyness. She's already reinvented herself! Started wearing bold and flashy clothes and put a little pep in her step! Now she's gotta keep that energy up! She's already made friends, even! Among them a hot fighter gal named Yuriko~! And now the second step! Survive. It won't be easy, but once she stops freaking out from seeing metal people or giant sand spiders, there will be nothing to stop her.

She's got a pair of swords made of genu-ine Thunderbolt Iron~! ...that is, ferric phosphate folded into tamahagane that she... claims came from a magical meteor~! Double Double's their name~! She's kinda bad at fighting, but you'd be surprised at how far a little bluster can take you! ...besides, she won't suck forever~!

[beestriker015]

Spider-Gwen x male s/o headcanons

Before getting together, Gwen had a huge crush on s/o, who she sits next to in her science class.

She was attracted to his bashful and sweet personality, and would blush every time he’d greet her before class began.

Gwen really wanted to confess to s/o, but one thing made her hesitant to do so : the fact that she’s Ghost Spider.

“If we were in a relationship, he’d be put in danger, and if anything happened to him, I’d never forgive myself. Besides, what if he didn’t like me being Ghost Spider? What if he broke up with me over that? I just….I wish things weren’t so complicated.”

She says in her mind and psychs herself out every time she gets the courage to ask s/o out.

Eventually though, the young heroine’s feelings for s/o overtake the worries in her teenage brain and leads her to confessing to him after school.

“S/o, I…really like you and uhhh…god I’m so bad at this. Would you like to go out with me this weekend?”

She asks him awkwardly with a glint of hope in her eyes as she waits for his answer.

“To be honest, I really like you too Gwen, I’d love to go out with you.”

Her crush responds with a smile and slight blush on his face.

At that moment, Gwen felt like she was on cloud nine.

“G-great! I know just the place we can go. I’ll pick you up at your house around 7 this Saturday.”

“It’s a date. I’ll be looking forward to it. See you later Gwen.”

He walks away, leaving Gwen by herself, who smiles like an idiot and fist bumps the air in excitement of going on a date with her crush.

“I can’t believe it, I’m going on a date with s/o! Woo!”

Just then, the reality of her being a hero sets in, which she completely forgot about for a moment.

“Ok Gwen, take a deep breath. You’re just going on a date with him, if it becomes something serious, then you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. Until then, just be happy you’re gonna be going out with the guy you’ve been crushing on for a while.”

She quietly tells herself before grabbing her school bag and heading home.

When Saturday finally came around, Gwen got dressed for her date after a little encouragement from her friends MJ and Peter, and makes her way to s/o’s house to pick him up.

“Hey Gwen, you look b-beautiful.”

“S-so do you. U-umm, sorry! I m-meant to say that you look v-very…h-handsome.”

They both blush and stutter before Gwen cleared her throat and spoke up.

“A-are you ready to go?”

“Y-yeah, let’s go.”

With that, the two walked off and began their date.

Needless to say, their date went pretty well, with Gwen taking s/o to her favorite restaurant and having an amazing time together.

Of course s/o being the gentleman that he is, insisted on paying for the whole bill despite Gwen’s objections.

After eating, Gwen took s/o to her favorite spot in Central Park and just talked and laughed for what felt like hours.

“I had an awesome time with you Gwen.”

S/o tells her with a smile.

“I did too s/o.”

After a moment of silence, s/o speaks up.

“I was wondering if you would want to be my…girlfriend?”

“Yes! I’d love to be your girlfriend s/o!”

She exclaims in delight before hugging him tightly, thus beginning a wonderful relationship.

As a couple, Gwen and s/o go together like bread and butter.

They are a very lovey dovey couple, always holding hands and quoting things to each other that no one else understands.

(As happy as their friends are that the two got together, they wish the couple would just tone it down a little.)

When s/o first met his girlfriend’s dad, he was a little intimidated by him, but was relieved when Mr. Stacy told him he approved of him dating his daughter after seeing how happy he makes her.

The first one to say I love you was s/o, but Gwen immediately said it back to him with zero hesitation.

Seeing that her relationship is getting serious, Gwen decided to tell s/o that she is Ghost Spider, and does so in an interesting way.

S/o was shocked to see Ghost Spider hanging outside his window asking to come in, to which he reluctantly complied.

“G-ghost Spider?! What are you doing here at my house?!”

“What? Isn’t it normal for a girl to come see her boyfriend?”

“B-boyfriend?! What do you-”

Realization sets in as he looks at the heroine in surprise.

“G-Gwen?!”

She takes off her mask and waves at her boyfriend with an awkward smile.

“Hi babe. I…have some explaining to do.”

After explaining everything to s/o, and expecting him to be mad with her and possibly break up with her, Gwen was surprised when he pulled her into a kiss.

“Wow, I never would’ve guessed my awesome girlfriend was a superhero, that’s so cool!”

His response only made Gwen fall in love with him even more.

Now knowing that his girlfriend is a superhero, s/o is nothing but supportive, but that doesn’t stop him from worrying about her.

“Please be careful out there Gwen, I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but-”

He’s quickly shut up by his girlfriend giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“I promise you I’ll be fine babe. No need to worry.”

She tells s/o and hugs him briefly before suiting up and swinging away to deal with whatever crime is being committed.

Whenever Gwen gets injured from stopping criminals, s/o always has the first aid kit ready and takes care of her to the best of his abilities, not going unappreciated by his girlfriend.

“Thanks for patching me up babe.”

“No problem Gwen, if the situation was reversed, I know you’d do the same for me.”

“I love you s/o.”

He smiles and gently kisses her on the lips.

“I love you too Gwen.”

After finishing having her injuries tended to by her caring boyfriend, Gwen decides to repay him by taking him on a web-slinging tour of the city with him in her arms, both of them happy to have the other in their lives.

[sillylittlelemon]

uhhh hi... I'm kinda scared to do this but I wanna do a saiki k matchup :3. I'm 16, she/they, panromantic asexual, I'm fine with platonic matchup btw. Mbti is infp-t, I'm introverted but as a child I was super extraverted so I still have some extraverted tendencies and interject when I'm not supposed to. I also have ADHD and maybe Autism but my psychologist is still unsure about that. I don't like people who force social interaction on me or rope me in situations I wasn't originally a part of. Basically, if I don't make the first steps to interact with you, please just respectfully leave me be. People say that they feel at home and comfortable around me when first meeting but that's probably because I'm a people-pleaser. For hobbies i love to read, draw, write, look into anything that's obscure enough, and listen to music ALL THE TIME. i dislike big wide spaces, heights, dark places, and others. Anomalous and supernatural stuff interest me so MUCH. I love crazy stuff like that. I like to yap about history and crazy supernatural theories about the world, even if I don't believe them. Yeah :333

Hi lovely! Thank you for the request! 🫂❤️ I hope you enjoy!

Okay hear me out- The dark revival guy? One sec i gotta google his name bc your girl is blanking so hard rn

KAIDO

I just feel like with your listed interests/hobbies plus a couple of your characteristics (for example; dislike of big/open spaces, heights, dark places, etc) would totally match his vibe and he would instantly be head over heels if you started talking paranormal/freaky stuff with him (bc letsbe real this poor baby just wants someone who doesnt think he's crazy)

Kaido is 100% a proctective boyfriend or even just friend- because he just KNOWS the dark reunion is out to get you to hurt him. You tripped? No, the dark reunion put that rock there in hopes to injure you. Theres a spider in your room? The dark reunion is attempting to assasinate you (you can kill it now because theres no way in hell he's getting within 10 feet of that thing)

Kaido is also simultaniously broke and dying to spoil you. Like- he *wants* to give you the world, buy you everything youso much as *glance* at because this boy worships the ground you walk on- but he has 69 cents and you know what that means? He doesnt have enough money for chicken nuggies (iykyk)

If you'd like more headcanons/a rematch please send me the link to this post and let me know some light details, love you Anon 🫂❤️🫂❤️ thank you for the ask! They brighten my day so much 😊😊

[savemeafruitjuice]

lee bebop ler rocksteady 2012 if ur comfortable :)?

Tickletober Day 10- Spidering

This is a 2012 fic! Also, there are spoilers for season 3, so be aware in case you haven't gotten that far!

Lee: Bebop

Ler: Rocksteady

TW!: None!

Trying my best with the dialogue here, because man they talk in a unique way.

Shredder's lair wasn't a fun place to be in. Any, and all of his henchmen were forced to work for him with immense loyalty, as punishment was always severe if one lacked those traits.

Although they managed to scrape by without getting their heads cut off, Bebop and Rocksteady were the most frequent ones to face the wrath of their master.

There had been a meeting called for that exact reason, Tiger Claw giving everyone yet another informative speech about professionality, and how failure will always have unpleasant repercussions. As he droned on about the seriousness of pleasing Master Shredder, Steranko had lost interest, glancing around the room. Eventually, his gaze had been drawn to his comrade, and the small insect crawling across his back.

Though they were no longer in his warehouse, and had more available food, the habit of eating any living thing they could find had stuck. The rhino mutant slowly moved his hand as to not draw the attention of the insect, and swiped at the other's torso. There was a surprised noise, and the whip of the warthog's head to face the larger.

Zeck clenched his jaw, voice high pitched from surprise, though he tried his best to stay as quiet as possible. "Ivan. This is one of those important meeting-thingies. Do. Not. Touch me." Rocksteady gave him a mildly disconcerted look, and tried to follow the roach that had jumped away from his hand.

He found it to be much more difficult to do simple things, such as grabbing small objects, when he had hands twice the size of his previous ones. The mutant continued to grab and prod at different spots along the smaller's body, undisturbed by the hushed shriek emanating from the tech-savvy.

Zeck slapped at the hands that seemed to be attacking him without provocation, stomping his foot as laughter piled up inside his throat. "'Steady, quihihit! SNRT-"

Some of the others that were close-by were giving the pair weird looks, and Tigerclaw cast them a beyond-annoyed glare, but continued with his meeting. Bebop was most definitely aware of the fact that he was being forced to steal everyone's attention, but he also knew he had no hope of stopping a likely seven-foot rhinoceros.

Said mutant was trailing the roach with his remaining eye, trying and failing to grab the arthropod with incredibly low accuracy. He tried catching it again, hand latching onto the other's side. When the warthog practically jumped away from him, he held onto his shoulder, preventing the smaller from wiggling away, and went right back to trying to catch the bug.

At this point, Zeck had a hand slapped over his mouth, pushing desperately at his friend's hands, as he stomped on the ground. As soon as the hand latched onto his hip, he screeched, flailing away. Tigerclaw had stopped speaking, crossing his arms over his chest as the rest looked on awkwardly.

Steranko had finally caught the roach, either unaware, or indifferent to all of the concerned glanced he was receiving, and popped the roach into his mouth. Some cringed at the wet crunch that followed the silence of the room, and Bebop wrapped his arms around himself at his release, putting his head down and trying to quiet himself before he got into even more trouble.

"Anton Zeck. The behavior you and the rest of these imbeciles demonstrate is the exact reason why we are here in the first place, wasting time that could be used to complete orders."

The pig groaned, clearly entirely uninterested in being scolded like a child, and shot Rocksteady a glare. "It's not me you should be talking to, pussy cat.."

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Uhhh I had no idea how to end this one, and am in a bit of a time crunch. I hope you like it anyways, so yeah.

[mayisgoingnuts]

Uhhh the thieves? I think that could be interesting

JJD-fying Random Characters (PT 3)

(Ps: Here JJD never attacked them when they robbed the lab)

Okay, so, straight to the point: JJD just wanted to get Thin Thief. There's a few times where she's not that direct and just keeps acting weird around her victim as a warning of what's about to come, either because she's in the hype for it or because she's not able to get them at the moment

Fat Thief already had noticed her personality and tastes before and knows about her reputation, but now he got even MORE curious because,,, why?? And why you talking to my brother aswell??? So he went to talk to her

She never liked him mostly because she thought Oliver (my hc for Fat Thief's name) would be way too emotional just like Radford, buuut he's mainly dumb, and it got her attention,, plus, she also began to grow some interest on him aswell and tried to trick HIM onto getting to get them close to her

Like a good asshole she kept with her tickling stuff but in a "did you know?" way, kinda like Bob, with cool facts and such, plus a few cool things that she has done. Consequently Oliver just assumed that she wasn't that bad, and they ended up being friends

Louis (name hc for Thin Thief) obviously didn't liked it ONE BIT and confronted Oliver, who just defender her and himself saying that she's not THAT bad if you're her friend! And that he could try too!!

He did tried (cough cough pressure) and... well, it was needed for JJD to offer money and help with the robberies (plus plan some of them herself where they're not sneaky so "it'd be fun"), but at some point both of them finally befriended her

She's only their "best friend" because they're like the funniest ones around the town and it's a good entertainment to her, really. If they end up getting boring or she finds someone else, she'll come back to her plan of getting them both before leaving

And yeah she couldn't hold herself, she asks for Oliver to test a few of her inventions for her "as a friendly favor" from time to time (spoiler: they were already tested long ago) just so she won't stay with nothing. She tried with Louis too, but he always refused, at some point she gave up since it'd end up in suspicions. They also began to act more stubborn and "wild" thanks to her, so a "W-We had to leave because it has a huge spider, and..!!" consequently turns into a "It had a HUGE spider! No way we'd get it, it was impossible!"

Did it almost got them in trouble? Definitely.

Taglist: @merwynsartblog @clownazon @dismissivedestroyer

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hello friend with the super cool OCs and great Hobie and Miguel takes! Thinking about Hobie helping getting Miguel back to his original ‘Spiderman overthrowing corporate tyranny’ roots and then causing chaos and doing graffiti together. I am manifesting bc their dynamic is so interesting they are both similar yet different. What do you think?

Honestly, I love this! And I'd love to hear from those who have read the comics.

A short blurb about Miguel, Hobie, and a Graffiti War:

Because with Miguel's home life, and his past as the less-chipper older brother - I could definitely see him needing an outlet. Half acting out, half a reason to get out the house, doubly a coping mechanism.

I could see him having a sharper style - whereas Hobie would have more freeform style

I could see Hobie being a tagger (a person who just writes their name everywhere for the fun of it) and one who prefers to draw cool looking characters - pictures and art.

While Miguel is more focused on writing words, and detailing the lettering.

Hobie could probably throw down paint REAL quick because like - cops. He lays down the paint and is gone before it dries.

Where as Miguel probably likes to take his time, so he went to the underbelly of Nueva York, in the dark spots.

Hobie picking the most visible, inconvenient spot for the establishment. Trying to use eggshell stickers and things he KNOWS are super permanent and not removable. He wants to be a little shit with his graffiti.

While Miguel doesn't really care if it's gone next week.

And Hobie being impressed with how cool Miguel is about it, how he has his paints organized whereas Hobie just throws the cannister in the back.

But the best part of graffiti by far, is having a name for youself - but of course it's anonymous.

When other taggers start mentioning your handle, cause they see it all around the city. Trying to spread your work farther and farther.

Even better if Hobie and Miguel start a tagging war. Miguel obviously knows where Hobie will tag next - cause tracking watch - and the two go back and forth throwing up art in spots around Nueva York where only Spider-people could get.

Miguel tells himself that it's a healthier outlet for Hobie - that if Hobie is doing that at least he's not tampering with Miguel's shit.

But he's doing it because he's competitive. And it's like - the only non-violent way he can challenge Hobie.

Hobie will compliment Miguel's work - only to tell him "Yeah, looked great when I was painting over it." And Miguel is PISSED.

Tagging over others is a NO-NO. Hobie doesn't care - he just wants for turf beef with Miguel lol

(Uhhh, I kinda have/had an interest in Graffiti not too long ago lol not me admitting to anything *shiffty eyes*)

Sorry if I got too hung up on the graffiti thing I LITERALLY become Miles for a moment . But like I LOVE the idea of Miguel having an art talent that he treats very nearly, versus artsy fartsy Hobie who does EVERY medium.

Miguels sharp and bright red murals - Hobie's cute little cartoons and jokes and anarchy symbols across Nueva York LOVES IT

[cheesewarlock]

The only issue I have with ATSV is the lack of explanation we get for Miguel’s fangs.

We see him go to bite Da’Vinci Vulture in a very memorable shot, but ultimately doesn’t go through with it. The audience is left wondering why this Spider-Man has fangs. Vampire? Aesthetic? Other unspecified spidey powers? We’ll see later in the movie, I’m sure. (Spoiler alert: We do not)

Gwen refers to him as a “vampire ninja Spider-Man” when Miles asks about Miguel. So he must be a vampire, then. Cool.

(He’s not, in fact, actually a vampire.)

The final time we see his fangs is when he’s chasing down Miles in the Go Home Machine room. It’s almost a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment because he’s moving so fast at an odd angle and the artstyle throws a lot of unusual and interesting frames in there pretty frequently throughout the film. But as he’s ripping through the barrier, his fangs are gone.

Why are they rarely there, but defining enough for Gwen to call him a vampire? Why does he have them at all? What is this dude’s deal?

I’ve read a good chunk of the Spider-Man comics. I know what’s (probably) up, but based on what I see online, the majority of the audience doesn’t. And I’m kinda mad about that, actually. Gwen interrupting Miguel’s “Let’s do this one last time” bit at the beginning was funny, but sacrificed a lot of answers to questions that stuck with a good chunk of viewers. We don’t know Miguel’s backstory, we only really know one (albeit important) event that happened to him, as well as what he does right now at the Spider Society.

Why the fangs? Vampire, I guess. Why the claws? To look cool, probably. Why the red eyes? Also because vampire. Or because spider. What’s the deal with the injection? Uhhh.. Hologram suit? We don’t know.

I wish they had told us more about why Miguel is (physically) the way he is. I’m really hoping we’ll get a complete “My name is Miguel O’Hara. I’m this dimension’s one and only Spider-Man” sequence in Beyond the Spider-Verse because we can only guess what’s up with a really substantial antagonist.

[merloksdigitaltoes]

(undertale font is bc i'm bad at handwriting) I finally got around to making a squirebot oc that is, well, an actual squirebot and not horrors beyond our comprehension! uhhh here's my silly lil creature!!1! They are a student at the academy and they like to do gardening and also play baseball and stuff :scream emoji: Okok but like, personality wise they are A bit reckless, incredibly curious and love to take risks, they're a very big "I might as well try!" kind of person. They're kind, and enjoy helping others, but also enjoy a light teasing every now and then (as well as a bit of rough-housing). They are also very determined. (they're scared of spiders) Story time! <3 Trace (nicknamed Trek or Cici) was originally built to help with farm work, a simple farmer robot (A fairly modern one too). Being a squirebot they were full of personality, being very reckless and often picking fights with the two other farmer-bots (sibling figures, their names are Bruno and Doyce), When they weren't working on farms the three would play baseball or spend time with the owners of the farm. When the whole incident with monsters became a thing, they ended up developing a love for knighthood, which led to them wanting to join the knights academy and train to be a REAL knight, not a cowardly knight like most of the kings guard. The farm owners (Who they see as parent figures) were like "yeah sure you can be a knight-... if you can pay for admission yourself!" so they worked their ass off to get enough money to afford the entry fees to get into the academy. They ended up enrolling into actual combat courses rather than things for squirebots in particular, since like i said, those guys just run away from danger. I'm still heavily working on their story but they're basically a silly little farm-bot who wants to do great things and help people :)) Now for some uhh facts that i didn't wanna shove into the lore dump - Trace had to bring their own charger for the academy, like, to charge themselves. (they were basically told "If you want to be like the other students, then you will be") Because it's not as powerful as the actual charging stations for squirebots they basically sit through the entire night on a charger (thankfully, this is when most students are supposed to be asleep!) - Trace's facial dent and missing tooth are the result of them doing something stupid whilst farming (probably tried to ride a hoverhorse really fast) - They keep a diary and send letters to their family back home often, they like to write in it whilst charging - They have a calculator as a love interest. This is not a joke. her name is Cally and she rejected them. - Trace's name, as well as being in a group of 3 with their siblings ( and owning a trident) is supposed to be a pun on counting to three in spanish, Bruno, Doyce, Trace (Uno Dos Tres). Their goat crest is also a joke on three billy goats gruff. - Trace uses their trident as a baseball bat at times

[ghastigiggles]

Uhhh maybe for a prompt we could have ler!kafka with someone from the Astral Express? I'm sure she'd love lazily tormenting a hapless trailblazer that got caught in her webs

Since anon didn't provide a quote, I chose the one I was most excited for but nobody sen't in </3 "Now, don't laugh." Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

“What are we looking at?”

Stelle jolted with a soft hiss, startled by the familiar voice at her ear and warm pressure against her back. She glanced over her shoulder just briefly to take in Kafka, who tilted her head in a mockery of curiosity. The Trailblazer huffed, keeping her voice to a whisper.

“... What are you doing here?”

“I wasn’t needed elsewhere, so I thought I’d check in on my favourite Nameless. Espionage, now, is it?”

Stelle rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall and peering around the corner. The man she’d been tasked with following was occupying himself with a gaggle of Pepeshi, haggling off some allegedly-illegal stock.

“... Just doing a favour. Trying to track this guy for someone.”

“What a selfless hero.”

There was a blissful, brief period of peace where the two simply watched the proceedings – and then Kafka chuckled, and something about her tone made a shiver of dread run up Stelle’s spine – though that was immediately followed by the Stellaron Hunter’s fingers trailing a soft, teasing line up her back. Stelle hiccuped, turning halfly to swat at her.

“Stop – what are you doing?!”

“Shh. I’m just making this more interesting, but if you get too noisy, you’ll be busted.”

Stelle barely swallowed a whine, her brow furrowing in frustration at the nervous buzzing beneath her skin. She turned back again to watch her target, trying to ignore the persistent tracing that dipped down across her ribs, sliding over her sides and back towards her spine – before a more sudden spidering made her splutter and duck back behind the wall entirely, clamping her arms down.

“Kafka…!”

“Hush, now. Don’t laugh.”

Following the target was the furthest thing from Stelle’s mind at this point, far too preoccupied with actually trying to stay hidden; both hands clasped over her mouth to muffle a snort that Kafka’s squeezing earned, though she still managed to kick the older woman’s shin in defiance. Not that it stopped her, but at least it was cathartic.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the Stellaron Hunter sounded a soft ‘oh…?’ and let up, allowing Stelle to sink down the wall with a chuckle.

“My bad… Looks like your perp got away.”

“Haah, gh… Are you serious right now…?”

Stelle groaned, finally letting her hands fall as she glared at Kafka, still breathless and flushed. The woman merely laughed, unapologetic as she shrugged.

“Well, you’re resourceful; I’m sure you’ll find some other way to track him down. This was fun.”

With a borderline condescending (but no less genuinely affectionate) pat on the head, Kafka stepped past her, blending into the crowd of Dreamland’s streets before disappearing entirely. Stelle merely gave a hapless sigh, remaining on the ground to stew in a mixture of annoyance and longing.

… She’d revisit the person who enlisted her help later. Right now, she needed to pick a certain kind of fight with March to get the remaining energy out of her system.

[spacetravels]

hello! so i absolutely LOVED that mermaid au huntlow comic you drew; i was wondering if you had any more headcanons/ideas/world building/art for that au that you’d be willing to share?? i’m just a sucker for mer!aus AND huntlow, and yours was pretty much the first/only one i came across and i have a mighty need for that combo 🥹🥰

ps. i’m in sO MUCH LOVE with your art style aaaahhh 🥹🥹🥰🥰✨✨✨

wahh thank you 🥺💖 !! the au idea itself was the prompt i got for the valentines event, but i latched onto it so excitedly cuz i’ve been dying for AGES to figure out a huntlow merm AU so i am super grateful to my giftee LOL i do have some ideas about it :]

here’s my initial design sketches for hunter & willow tho so this isn’t All Text

but my major ideas are like. willow’s an ecologist with kind of fantastical dreams of proving the existence of mermaids cause when she was a child she nearly drowned but was saved by what she believes is a mermaid, so it’s been a lowkey obsessive hunt for proof while conducting research for her uni thesis lol

meanswhile hunter’s a mermaid prince and is often out on scouts (both of his own insistence and the convenience of keeping him out of his uncle’s way) because he’s too curious for his own good…! very much ariel-esque in wanting to explore the surface/see what’s out in the world but is confined by like . the expectation that he’ll take over the throne someday. he doesn’t want that tho he wants to live his own life…

uhhh they meet by accident the first time cuz hunter got too bold seeing a human and it was like. pointing spider-man meme. the comic i drew is their technical second meeting, where they finally speak to each other hehe…

other things: willow’s staying at a lighthouse with longtime penpal luz, who’s been trying to find proof of mermaids for ages (they met on an online forum after willow was rescued and have shot theories back n forth ever since)

amity & gus are mermaids in the high court—gus is hunter’s advisor and closest friend, amity is hunter’s academic rival but in a fun friendly way and writes humanfic based on books that have made their way to the mer realm

is hunter the mermaid who saved willow and thus sparked their mutual interest in each other’s existence? 😳? is water wet? who knows—