#tried to make her really void like but i love colours..

[dailylagomorphs]

30/11/2023

[homunculus-argument]

I've learned to be neutral about other people being religious, but my own experience with it was definitely coloured by my issues with my dad. He was a proper Edgelord Atheist, loathing religions as a whole and christianity in particular, never hesitating to remark about how stupid and backwards or primitive it is. My mother didn't care either way, she only talks about god when she talks about gardening. So he was the only one in the house with any strong opinion about it. And yet, me and my sister were babtised, put into a christian daycare for a while and then put into christian religions classes at school.

I always loathed religion classes as a kid and didn't know why, I hated hearing about it and having to put up with it and always felt like the teacher is just insulting us by lying right at our faces, about something that surely nobody actually believes for real. My childhood best friend was put into the non-christian option despite of coming from the same kind of a vaguely culturally christian background as I did, and I envied her intensely for it. I asked repeatedly to get to go to the non-christian classes as well, and was told "no", because my mother didn't think that letting your kids do that was an option even though my friend's parents clearly had already done it.

I had a serious Edgelord Edgy Atheist phase in my teens, and was wrangled into going through confirmation anyway because Everyone Else's Kids Are Doing It Too. The aforementioned friend got to go through a non-religious version of the same thing, which I had not even known was an option, so I didn't think to ask for it. Being wrangled through jesus classes as a 15-year-old bag of spite who was only marginally self-aware enough to avoid physically wearing a fedora, I was not a pleasure to have in class.

My father was physically present in the house until I was 14, until my mother finally accepted that this man's presence might actually cause physical harm - his drunken attempts to cook almost caused a fire, and he drove drunk with me and my sister on board once - and he reluctantly agreed to be removed from the picture. His absence at home made no impact nor difference in our daily life, the man who sleeps in the spare room just wasn't sleeping in the spare room anymore.

We saw him frequently enough after that, he visited us for family events and joined us for outings. At some points I tried to bond with him, over mutual interests and passions, even tried to prompt him to join me on snide remarks about religions that he used to make all the time, but he would not. He refused to bond with his children even over mutually hating the same things. It slowly occurred to me over time that the reason why christianity had played any role in my life was because he had never, at any point at all, moved a finger to stop it. Harmless or not, he had no instinctive desire to move his children away from things he considered bad. He had hated it enough to make it known that he hates it, but genuinely just did not care enough to consider not letting him children grow up in an environment he loathed.

My father died when I was 17, and I never really mourned him - not out of hatred, but because his death had hardly even altered the empty absence that was his presence in my life. I had grown up with religious classes trying to tell me about a loving god, and I had not understood why I had hated it, why I felt betrayed and lied to. My relationship with the christian god I was taught to understand has been exactly the same as my relationship with my father.

Desperately shrieking into a void that is so vast that not even my own echo would answer, and knowing for certain that the dead silence I'm hearing in return is the complete, absolute absence of a loving Father.

[goldenchocobo]

Kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing, but I wanted to solidify my eye-colour head-cannons for the Trios (plus Isa, Namine and Vanitas). Plus, I really do like drawing eyes. More words past the Keep reading;

This was mostly inspired my dog, Loki. Normally, he has really kind-of dull brown eyes, but when he’s in the light, they really shine a lovely ochre. 

And I had a neat lil’ thought: “What if Terra’s eyes were like that?” where, they’re kind of a deep earthy-brown, but when the light shines on them, they reveal a yellow colour, to remind himself (and others) that he was tied to the darkness for so long. I did this with every character who has ties to the darkness; Sora, Vanitas, riku, Aqua, Siax, Axel and Xion. all but Vanitas aren’t as extreme as Terra’s, though- just very subtle hints.

Everyone’s eyes- apart from Vanitas, Roxas, Terra and Isa’s have kept mostly to the same colour, although have different kinds of shades to them. Sora’s eyes are mostly the same, although I tried to make them more of a sky blue. Riku has a mixture of his post KH3 and Pre KH3 look, with the duller green being mostly in the shade and the bluer colour being highlighted in the light. Kairi’s got her original kind-of-purple going on, although I kept them more in the blue spectrum. Aqua’s are more purple-y than Kairi, because she looks really nice with them, as well as the shared purple-ness alluding to their master-and-apprentice connection. Isa’s eyes are a little different from OG material- they’re originally a similar shade of blue/green to Lea’s; so I made the difference more extreme, and made Isa’s ice blue, and Lea’s more green-hued. I also gave Isa eye-shine, because he looks neat with it. I’ve always imagined Xion having really deep blue eyes; like, if there’s no light on them, they’d just be black voids. With Namine, I just made her eyes super-blue; like incredibly sapphire blue. Ven and Terra’s new eye colours are fan-interpretations (and ones that I stand by). Vanitas’ is red from the novelisation (again, a colour that I stand by); and Roxas’ is my own personal headcannon- he’s got a teal-blue eyes, because he’s a mix of Ventus and Sora. Ven and Roxas’ hair is also my interpretation; Ven is blond and Roxas is strawberry-blond/ginger.

[fairer-tales]

In Memoriam Headcanons!!

cus i’m still insane about them and want nothing but happiness for our boys

~spoilers for the book ahead-

• In Brazil, Gaunt and Ellwood almost always wear coordinating ties and handkerchiefs (either wearing the same pattern in different colours, or vice versa, or by swapping so that one has the kerchief to go with the others tie)

• Gaunt tried to write a poem about Ellwood once. He got four lines in and got embarrassed with himself and went to box instead. he left the page in her desk drawer and never found it again.

• Contrary to popular belief, Gaunt is a riot at embassy events in Brazil (when he actually joins in conversation). He just makes blunt, usually unwittingly witty comments that make the tipsy embassy blokes roar with laughter (that tism humour fr).

• Ellwood loves to host. in the beginning, it’s to fill the void of living in brazil and the aftermath of the war, but he finds that he really enjoys it. utter peacock.

• Ellwood loves the flowers in Brazil, but he can’t often find some of ones that align with the victorian flower language. So, he invents a new flower language just for him and Gaunt.

• Ellwood, ever spiteful, used to step on the toes of young women who flirted with Gaunt at balls when it was his turn to dance with them. Despite how much it pained him to risk damaging his reputation as an excellent dancer.

• They used to have snowball fights at Thornycrpft when they spent Christmas hols there together.

• Gaunt rarely speaks german, but when he’s particularly drunk, he starts whispering german terms of endearment into Ellwood’s ear. Ellwood doesn’t have a clue what he’s saying but he’s not complaining.

• Having baths together (partly as an inside joke, partly cus <3 )

• I’m sure they would have a pet, but can decide on what animal. i can picture ellwood getting an exotic bird for parlour tricks when he’s hosting, giving it an eccentric name (like Benedict or Florian) but actually getting super attached. Or, Gaunt having a realy pampered cat (probably a white long haired breed). ORRR Gaunt finds a dog that reminds him of his old dog at home and has a ‘can we keep him’ moment

• Gaunt publishes his translations. perhaps he makes them more accessible for people who aren’t getting that upper class public school education, with english translation accompanying the original greek (inspired by his friendship with Hayes). Maybe Hayes reads them and resolves that they’re just ‘decent’

• If they return to england, Ellwood brings his hosting reputation with him, and holds a party upon his return to england and before their departure back to brazil or wherever their travels take them every time. unwittingly attracts a LOT of upper-class queers.

• they get (fake) married one day. they get matching wedding bands in whatever metal matches the other’s undertones (cus this is the type of thing at least one of them knows). they get to cal each other ‘husband’ in the comfort of their own home.

[singularity-and-co]

(Response to this: https://www.tumblr.com/sinnohsiblings/753025228816482304/oh-look-at-that-were-the-same-age-give-or-take )

Singularity listened closely, making sure to pick up every single little detail Galadriel was mentioning. He had to remember all of these facts for the future, if there was one with her. He just didn't want to mess anything up. He smiled when she mentioned how the colour yellow radiated positivity. He certainly tried to be. Singularity nodded at the comment about the night. It was true that things were quieter at night. Though the sleep schedule part was interesting. Not that he didn't have a sleep schedule, just more that the higher realms they all lived didn't really have a night or day. It was constantly dark. Still, he much preferred entering the mortal realm when it was night. Just so much easier for him to blend in.

"Not really, no. But that's just father's rules for you. I mean, even activities like this are breaking his precious rules. He sees us all as higher being and so shouldn't partake in anything like this. Our purpose is to maintain aspects of reality and watch over the current universe to prevent any disasters from happening. That's it. Eating recreationally, having hobbies, he says that's all just a way for us to distract us from our duties. I personally don't agree with it but he is always stubborn when it comes to what he feels is right. And there's no arguing against it." A tinge of annoyance was present when he spoke about his father. He wished he could change him in some way to get him to see another way of life but he knew his father, as much as he badgered on about being willing to accept change, was not one to do so easily.

Singularity chuckled slightly at the comment about red. "You know my dear, you are far from dull and common. Probably one of the most interesting Pokémon I've ever met. Pink is a lovely colour. Definitely calming." He was just about to finish his point when he noticed something from the corner of his eye. Something behind Galadriel popped up for a few seconds. Something pink? Hm, probably nothing important. He continued, "I definitely love the colour of your bands, though a shade of pink would also look incredibly good on you too." He could just imagine it.

Singularity nodded again at the comment about the night and laughed a little at her reaction towards bitter foods. Definitely noted. Perhaps he'd have to cook for her someday. He'd have to learn how to first. He definitely wasn't the most skilled in the kitchen. He'd only tried cooking once and he completely ruined the meal. Maybe that's why father had banned hobbies?

"You know, I figured you and Parisa were closer. It seems like you all have a good relationship with each other. Wish I could say the same about mine haha-" There it was again. That pink behind Galadriel. And he knew exactly who it was. Fuck. He'd hoped he could make this evening perfect. Why did Galaxis have to appear now of all times? Luckily his brother disappeared within a few seconds again but Singularity figured this probably wouldn't be the last time he'd see him. He had to get back to the conversation at hand. "It's nice to be able to have siblings who can make you laugh."

Singularity listened carefully to her duties. They sounded a lot more exciting than what he ever did. Observing the universe could have its moments of excitement. Occasionally there would be a legend who would cause chaos that he'd have to resolve. He's definitely had many run ins with that damn Hoopa on multiple occasions. Hoopa should have been Galaxis' responsibility, with him being an aspect of palkia and all. But Galaxis, as he usually is, had his attention diverted to multiple things at once. He was curious about this garden in the void. "Gardening? That's definitely something I did not expect. I imagine it's a lot of hard work, correct?" He didn't seem to take notice of the way she immediately paused the conversation when she started to mention Zephyr.

Her favourite thing about herself was her hard-working attitude? Definitely interesting. Also interesting how she felt about her physical features. Her nose was something she wasn't as confident on? Singularity didn't really take much note of it. He personally felt it didn't stick out too much but each to their own. "Your features make you, well, you. Even the ones you may not like. And, to be honest, you're gorgeous. You really are. Sorry if I’m being too forward with that fact. I do like to say it how it is.” He gave a little wink.

Singularity had to have a little think about this favourite sibling. They both were, well, horrid in different ways. Though, he knew one was less awful than the other.

"See, I wouldn't use the term 'favourite sibling'. I'd use one I find most tolerable. And that just so happens to be Galaxis. He can be annoying at times by getting in my way and doing everything in his power to ruin my plans, but he's nowhere near as bad as Epoch. With Epoch, the threats of violence are a constant. I mean, he can't help feeling angry all the time. Father was definitely the one to blame for that. Galaxis, on the other hand, at least can tone it down if asked enough times. There have been times where he's been able to stay still for a few moments to listen to what I have to say-”

A glow of pink materialised out of nowhere next to Singularity. A glow that made Singularity sigh in frustration. An arm wrapped around him and the unwanted guest began to speak.

Oh great. He was here. Galaxis here to ruin his date. At least it wasn’t Epoch or his father.

“What do you want? As you can see, this whole event is a private thing. We’ve already had one interruption. We don’t need you here too.”

“I wanted to join the both of you on this lovely occasion! The more the merrier as they say!” The palkia materialised a chair in between the two and rested his hands on his chin, leaning in. “So, what is the vibe? What’s the convo? Are we getting food? Do I get flowers too?”

@sinnohsiblings

[alphabetbill]

Macabre [ HEMLOCK GROVE ] - chapter 2

~ description ~

A werewolf whose only skill is running from his fears, a half-upir with no idea of the true darkness lying inside of him, and a girl found alive in the woods months after her mysterious death.

Some secrets in Hemlock Grove should have just stayed buried. In a town that isn't so sleepy after all, monsters of all kinds are wide awake under the surface, crawling their way up.

~ warnings~

This story will contain mature and heavy themes that may involve potentially explicit content, gore and murder, talk of kidnapping and stalking victims, supernatural/paranormal/religious themes and trauma, any other themes not covered in the general description will probably be tagged here at the start of the chapters that other significant warnings apply to.

A list will be linked here upon completion and upload of each chapter:

Cicada and the Snake

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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c h a p t e r t w o .

Roman Godfrey

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ROMAN WAS COMPLETELY UNBOTHERED BY the smell of alcohol and cigarettes that permeated the air in Jude's room. He took the joint from her fingers like it had become his second nature, having become well-adjusted to the familiar routine after years of friendship.

Roman was splayed out on her bed as if it were his, his eyes absent-mindedly drifting from her to the television and off into orbit again.

Jude was sitting on the couch, her fiery hair braided over her shoulder, her freckled skin glowing in the light of sunset through the window. She was wearing a soft pale green cotton sweater and her cloud-print pyjama shorts. Coiled in her lap like a frail old lady, was an elderly French bulldog, snoring like a faulty engine with a face only a mother could love.

"Are you ever embarrassed?" he asked.

"Of what?" she tilted her head, her eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through unread text messages. He noticed frown lines on her forehead as she focused on an unsaved number.

"Of owning such an ugly dog."

Roman didn't hate Minnie. Not really, but he would never admit to his unyielding love for that raggedy abomination out loud.

"If you're going to be mean to my comfort animal I will send my foot into your balls so hard it will end your bloodline," she warned him. She was joking of course, he could see it in the way she tried and miserably failed to keep a straight face.

"Comfort animal or biological weapon?" Roman snorted.

"You're horrid," she shook her head, picking up a throw pillow and hurling it in his direction. He caught it just before it could hit him in the face and ruin his princely soft brown hair, a grin flashing across his lips.

She was right and Roman was horrid. In more ways than one. In more ways than he wanted to admit, even though with her he never even needed to. The thought made him frown. Time spent puffing on cigarettes and inhaling obscene amounts of cocaine and fucking cheerleaders in his car was nothing compared to the moments where Jude could make him stop and think. To say he still wasn't a shallow and arrogant bastard around her would have been a lie, but he did care about her and he did love spending time with her. Loved.

A warm draft slid inside through the open window beside the bed, brushing the nape of Roman's neck and spoiling the impressive spiral of smoke from the joint. It was dark out now as the sky seemed to vanish, all colour swallowed by the void of starless night. Something rang out through the trees, like distorted barking mixed with a scream. It chilled him more than he cared to admit when he finally heard the sound drifting closer to the tree line.

"That's a deer, you stupid idiot" Jude laughed warmly as she caught him staring out the window with poorly concealed terror. "They do that all the time. Pretty spooky huh?"

Spooky didn't explain the way the unease felt like bugs crawling beneath his skin. He didn't find himself spooked very often, not unless he got that gut feeling.

His eyes stayed trained to the window.

"You want something to eat? I think I'll eat you if I don't eat something now," Roman changed the subject to one he deemed more urgent, mostly in an attempt to comfort himself.

"Is that you offering to bring me food? And not the other way around? You- Roman Godfrey?"

"Do you want something or not?"

"What about pizza?" she asked.

Jude had a way of making suggestions that weren't really suggestions, but in fact, were the word of law expected to be followed lest one find themselves excommunicated from her graces. Or maybe she was only like that with Roman.

"Of course your fat ass wants pizza. Let's order and I'll go pick it up. Now hand me the dog."

"What are your intentions with my daughter?" she eyed him dubiously. Minnie's eyes drifted in opposite directions as she raised her head to look at him. He was uncertain if she was seeing his face or if she could only see the space either side of him.

"I'm going to punt her across the trailer park" he said. "I'm going to take her for a drive. She'll probably die before she sees that kind of luxury if I don't"

Roman just wanted to spend time with the dog.

"Jokes on you she's immortal."

After much discourse over what toppings to order, Roman picked Minnie up in his arms, because he didn't even know if she could walk without crumbling to dust and floating away in the wind, got into his car and drove to pick up a pizza.

The day after that Jude wasn't at school.

It wasn't as out of the ordinary for her, but it was a bit annoying for him to sit by himself surrounded by other people pretending to be his friends for the benefit of his immaculate godly image.

But she wasn't at school the day after that either. And, what's more, she hadn't said a word to him. No texts, no calls- and no answer when he called her.

Then Judith Evergreen was reported missing and then Roman didn't go to school for days. He stayed in bed most of the time, only getting up to rifle through piles of clothes to find spare packets of cigarettes once a couple days turned into weeks. His mother came to his bedside and offered comfort and coaxed him to eat, despite having not been afraid to show her disdain for Jude the trailer-dwelling junkie [as Olivia would often call her].

Nothing worked to fill the void that Jude's disappearance had ripped open inside his soul. Numbness wriggled beneath his skin and bathed him in despair.

When he did go back to school, people looked. People talked.

They talked about Roman. They talked about Jude which was more than any of them had ever even thought about her. They talked about the new boy Peter who was a Gypsy. They talked about how Christina Wendall in a few grades below him started a rumour that he was a werewolf. Roman mentioned the boy to his mother whose disdain for Peter's kind became suddenly animated and so he refrained from mentioning it again.

He wondered what exactly it was that Olivia knew about the Rumanceks.

The first thing his cousin Letha did when she saw him was fly into his arms. Her blonde hair bounced as she ran to him and practically crushed him. She had always liked Jude.

No one had liked her more than Roman.

He didn't show it in public, but it ached to not have his funny red-head companion at his lunch table, or belting her stupid crappy indie music in his car, or coming over to his house to drink all his liquor and explore his absolute maze of an estate. No more cuddles with Minnie, who sat on the couch waiting until she couldn't wait any more.

Roman had gone to the trailer to check on her, Lance Evergreen passed out on the couch as always, and had been the one to find her.

Jude was gone and Minnie knew it. Roman knew it too. He knew exactly how the old crone must have felt. He buried her somewhere nice and finally allowed himself to cry.

Olivia broke the news to him the morning the body was found a month later.

She sweetened her words and spoke to him like a child, sugary sympathetic and fake but he didn't care. At first he stopped breathing. He sat still, the only sound in the room the rapid beating of his own frantic, fractured heart. Then he breathed but it was sharp and painful and tragic and suddenly he wished he hadn't let the air in. It was the first time since he was a child that Roman wept into his mother's arms- right where she wanted him.

A week passed. He did not attend the funeral.

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fun fact every time you're not running Minnie gets closer.............but you still have time bc she can't tell which direction you went and actually she doesn't give a shit

[kp-studios]

BEL: G.E.-09 Almost Killing Herself From Her Stubbornness

(No, Really I Named It That.)

A dark room of nothing but machinery and the sense of dilapidation around the room. The only machine there, full of other machineries of abandoned, rusted, incomplete, or destroyed machineries that look alike was The Beldam; staring through hundreds of thousands of screens towering before and around her of all shapes and sizes. Staring through phones, laptops, computers, watches, T.V’s, you name it! The Beldam had the Real World at her fingertips, but her expectations on people was not what she’d expect. People would watch as their minds become nothing but a rotten mush of meat, be on it for hours or even days until they die from sleep exhaustion. That was what she expected, thinking it would be much easier to conquer our world with that, but she forgot one thing that makes us stop doing it, one that she never grasped at the idea of when she still had her world: We’d get bored of the thing we love. Sure, we’ll still love it, we’d be on it for hours or days, but eventually we’d get bored of watching the same stuff; always doing the same routine, listening to the same song, and we’ll try to find something else to do. Until.. Somebody was on their phone for hours, this was The Beldam’s chance! She lunged her arm toward the screen, half of it distorting into a green web as the screen begins to flash and form green veins.

Before the screen showed nothing but green, the screen faded to black. The phone was turned off, and gave The Beldam an electric shock like normal. She was upset, of course, but she didn’t retract her arm away from the screen. She tried to do something else that she hadn’t thought of until now, and she dug her arm further into the black void, as it continued to shock and distort her skeletal robotic arm. The Beldam wanted that world more than ever, filling her unending greed for power. She didn’t want to give up, she didn’t want to retreat like an animal would when injured. She kept pushing, as her visor began to glitch. Her voice began to sound more choppier and more distorted; her entire body started to glitch into her green silhouette as she started digging through the screen, almost putting her entire arm in. She’s not losing this chance.. Not like before.. The Beldam kept pushing and pushing, her robotic form at it’s limit, but she didn’t back down. Suddenly, as if by a flash, her entire body glitched so badly that it sent an entire electric shock, shutting of power in the room as she’s left in the dark. The only light source was the green mist, and her glitching self. She finally retracted her arm, which is now spazzing out from the glitches and shocks while melting to a green mist, as she started to cover her mouth to restrain herself from vomiting.

Unfortunately, from her robotic body not taking the pressure too well, succumbed and made a mess on her desk, oily and the same colour as licorice.. But it’s not oil or licorice.. Coughing, and panting from the sudden vomit and pain she felt all over herself, fell to the ground into the thin layer of mist, that was once her victims. “I thought it would work.” The Beldam sighed, her voice now sounding glitchy and choppy. She was a bit startled, What happened to my voice? It sounds.. New. She pauses for a while, as if she’s in deep thought. Hm. Perhaps I went a bit too overboard.. The Beldam thought, realizing her thoughts were also glitchy. She sighs, noticing her body still shaking a bit from the severe amount of electrocutions and the glitching. She’ll have to be more careful next time, she doesn’t want to recreate another machine, she doesn’t have enough parts for it. She looks back at her hand, realizing the severe impact on what she did, and looks around the dark room, groaning. Great, now she has to get the power back on..

Hope you liked the story! Making a reference for Coraline, while redesigning Wybie and figuring out the designs for Ms. Spink and Forcible! Everything's coming together!! So excited!

[floof-ghostie]

casually leans on wall and hands you a microphone. how was the spiderverse experience i want all the deets (ive already watched it dw about spoilers👍🏾)

Ohhhh Strap in we're gonna be here for a while (Imma do this in point form for this, because so many thoughts, no energy for real paragraphs

Okay the animation. THE ANIMATION MEDIUMS. So many cool methods. I loved the colour changes in Gwen's universe. HOBIE'S ENTIRE THING, THE WAY HE'S ANIMATED OMG

Mumbattan is such a cool city, I love mashing irl cities to make one cool megacity so much it's such a lil fave worldbuilding thing of mine

Pavitr is so great, I love him, idek how to talk about him I just like him a lot. Him and his gf make such a cute pair too!

Also him saying "I don't use product, just coconut oil, prayer, and good genetics". I love him

The chai tea scene. God he's so great

THe character design is amazing and sososososo cool!! I love that we see the characters change (Gwen's hair growing longer and pinker, Miles' growth spurt, Peter B.'s bathrobe, MAYDAY's LIL SPIDER HAT THAT MJ PROLLY MADE FOR HER).

I love Pravitr's costume glowup. Thank you to whoever arranged for that.

Also, Hobie??? His lace coded boots?? His locs??? HIS FUCKING PIERCINGSSS??? HOW HE COMPARED A FUCKING VOID TO CAPITALISM??? Him taking a liking to Mayday, and straight up SHOWING MILES HOW TO GET OUT OF THE FORCE FIELD WITH A LIL SMIRK?!!! I need him. Need his gender. I love his anarchist ass.

His design really calls back to the punk scene in England, and I love the way he reminds me of old newspapers

Speaking of Hobie, holy shit that guy was flirting with Miles. I know what you are (pls Hobie do u like enbies?)

"I hate the AM, I hate the PM (prime minister probably, idk for sure) AND I HATE LABELS" I love you

Daniel Kaluuya, thank you for your service.

Also Hobie and Gwen make such a funny friendship. But I don't ship them.

The themes of growing up, and Miles' parents being worried about Miles and the people he's with...I nearly cried in the theatre, and I don't normally cry during stuff.

You can just tell that black people were making the big decisions for this movie. Aaron and Rio asking Miles why he took the braids out. Jeff and Rio being like "On time means 5 minutes early", I felt so at home watching this movie. I'm not even from Brooklyn but I just felt so at home at all the interactions Miles had with his neighbors. Even the random storeowner.

Like ppl were speaking aave, using patois, Hobie's accent. And none of that was played for laughs (except for Hobie's lingo but that's a little different bc he's British)

I love how Miles' Ganke is so different from Peter Parker's Ganke. It's such a fun detail how Miles' Ganke was like "I'm not gonna be your guy in the chair".

I love that despite the general "Canon" for Spider Man, there are some differences! I love those intricate details!

And the way the lady in the office was so hasty to force the narrative of them "struggling" when that really wasn't the case? Hit real close to home. I just love the Davis-Morales family

I love the way that the Spot isn't like a general "mildly bad" villain like I originally assumed. I really thought he'd be kind of a "setup" villain, or something that they'd have to clean up and THEN Miles would take care of Miguel and them.

I especially love the way that The Spot is someone from the first movie, who we don't even know until his backstory is brought up.

His voice is also perfect too. He sounds like a complete loser.

Miguel O'Hara. Meet me outside, I just wanna talk

No For real though, he talks a lot of shit about Miles being "The Original anomaly" when his ass needs to inject himself with some kinda spider-fluid to maintain his powers??? Mind you, he tried to force himself into a reality that wasn't his.

This guy is just an A-class hater. What do you have against Miles, honestly???

On the subject of the Spider Verse I think it's so cool how there were so many callbacks to the original canon of Spiderman! I loved seeing the og live action Spider Men in the film too!

And the easter eggs! I couldn't keep up with them all!

Also, wtf was Childish Gambino there. I mean I'm not mad, I actually found Miles' staring at him really funny

I love Issa Rae's voice! But Jessica, queen, please don't fight, you is PREGNANT

Also idk why but for some reason I thought Jessica and Miguel were married in the beginning. Not completely sure.

Gwen being like "Can you adopt me?" when first meeting Jessica...She's so real

Also Gwen is so sososososo so so trans. It's so great

THE ENDING FUCKING DESTROYED ME ARE YOU KIDDING???? 42-Miles being the Prowler?? I'M NOT OKAY BUT I'M SO EXCITED to see what happens!!

But in all seriousness, all the feelings in the movie talked about and the the things left unresolved for the next movie is just. You can tell this was such a labour of love and all the animators were so happy and excited to work on it. I cannot wait for Beyond the Spider Verse!! I'm still buzzing!!

[employee052]

HELLO IVE HAD MANY A BRAINBLAST FOR THE TSPxDBH AU AND IM GONNA MAKE THIS A SEPERATE POST FROM THE FIRST ONE

[IF U WANT CONTEXT TO THIS AU HERES THE FIRST POST]

This is V, The Explorer who finds Virgil's body in the office ruins just a few years after Humanity has gotten their freedom.

Some more AU spitballing:

His name is V because of Stanley's Wife. She probably has heard a lot about this android at his office and how this android has taken care of Stanley while dealing with the intense pressures at the office, so she knows that they are a friend to Stanley of some sort. (Highlighting her bc i'll mention her again later)

So when V is born, she names the baby Vi. (Stanley probably didnt know about V at all. Perhaps his wife was going to bring up the news to him when he got home one day. Only for him to never come back.) She wouldn't remember Virgil's name fully though, so she names him V.

Since the game is essentially a VR world for Stanley, everything inside is probably a mix of things taken from Virgil or Stanleys memories. Only due to the decay on Virgil's body and Stanley's forgotten memories, they're half of the whole picture, but taken at face value on their own. Hence the endless sprawling office, non-sensical catwalks and locations, etc.

Like... maybe the Curator is the voice of Virgil's developers, or the Amanda of this universe. But with the decay coupled with the office terminating his service, cutting Cyberlife's systems off from him, all he remembers is the voice talking to him in a white void and reimagines her in a museum.

Maybe the bucket comes from Stanley's vague memory of going to Home Depot to buy a bucket and finding one really good one in the entire store.

Etc. Etc.

Back to V, however, I bring this up because this is the reason why i colour picked V's hair colour from Mariella specifically.

Since Mariella in the game is the only other person with a model that's human in form, maybe Stanley remembers her face but just doesn't remember who it is. Which is why in this AU im thinking Mariella would be Stanley's wife. He just doesn't remember that her face is his wife, since his "wife" in the apartment ending is a mannequin.

(Ignore the fact that Virgil/The Narrator would go on to say "Who would want to commit their life to you" and that he may have some jealousy to this said wife in the first place. /lh /silly)

Maybe The Narrator saw Stanley's memory of this woman's face, and used it in the game since he remembered it so vividly. But since neither remember it was Stanley's wife's face, it was used for the Insanity ending.

Having V as Stanley's son gave me this idea that once The Narrator leaves the office with him to go live out the rest of his days at the local town of survivors, he ends up becoming close to him as well.

It's almost a miracle in a sense, considering that The Narrator wasn't sure he could trust humanity again after his time back in the office.

But over time, they get close, and The Narrator let's his guard down.

Cyberlife Androids have that feature where they can analyze things with their tongue, right?

When they end up having their first kiss, it would take some time for things to get working much less the Narrator be willing to even kiss someone, his HUD starts studying V's DNA.

As he's kissing him, he sees his systems say that its a 47.5% match to Stanley's.

And if you're wondering how the Narrator has Stanley's DNA. He has a function for CPR. And I am 100% sure that he would've tried to save Stanley using it.

The Narrator wouldn't be upset about it in the slightest however. If anything he finds the situation funny in a sense. That the person he ends up loving is also the descendant of the man he loved first.

If he tells this to V however, he goes silent at the realization. Especially since he never remembered having a Father.

Maybe this could lead to him going to his mother, who's now elderly, and the look of shock on his face when he sees an elderly Mariella look back at him, and the voice similar to the one he used in the Parable.

Maybe she tells the story about her husbands disappearance, and maybe The Narrator tells her about Stanley's fate.

Maybe he tells her about the Parable, about how he desperately tried to keep him alive, only to realize that he was gone and moved on. But he still has whatever's left of him in his mind. Living happily in the newly reformed VR space that has him living out his happiest days and in peace.

Maybe with this, The Narrator and Mariella begin to recount stories about Stanley, with V listening in about his father that he never remembered.

And maybe, they all grow closer, and finally move on.

[masked-and-doomed]

heya do you got any oc's or anything? like funger oc's n stuff? i'm obsessed with oc's

*since this post mentions her relationship with pocketcat, implied csa warning. also she's depressed so suicide warning ig*

Also. this is 2k words. waow.

Not specifically funger OCs, but I do have a self insert character that I've put in the funger universe!

(the hair is supposed to be black btw it looks more brown to go better with the colour pallette)

I welcome you to- uh. Right. *Turns to face her* You don't have a name. It's been what, fuckin' 3 years? You still haven't decided anything? Oh, now it's kinda maybe meaningful for your character to have no name? Poetic shit? Yeah sure. *Turns back to face you* So, no name. For our sakes, I'll call her Unnamed Girl(ie). UG for short.

She was a human that suddenly got snatched from Earth and put into a white void. And she was trapped there. With memories of nothing. Why she has no name. Well she has some vague memories of her previous life, like her being fatherless, she doesn't remember any names, faces. Just some interactions.

We dunno what the hell happened to Earth nor her, really, all we can assume is that there's probably some sadistic ass higher being that's putting her through that shit? Watching her suffer every moment here. But, we never got to know. They don't really matter to us really, they've never showed up. Not important.

In the white void, she also gained. Some sort of Godhood? She got powers of some sort. So that's one upside. Downside with this is that she's immortal. And as you see, a white void. Is well. A white void. Nothin in it. Sure, she's made a room for herself to get comfy but then you start to go insane with the fact that you're isolated and that there's no one to talk to and you have no purpose in life and that it feels like you were an unwanted part of the universe that wasn't meant to ever be existing but yet you still do, and then erm she can't take it anymore and tries to. Off herself. Multiple times, in fact!

Too bad for her, immortality exists. Or perhaps better called, eternal youth. She hasn't aged since she got here. Perpetually 12, what a hell to be in, huh buddy? Fucked up thing to add on, the way her immortality works is that she suffers the wounds, damage, pain, before her body starts to regrow it back. (Usually like a minute but if she pushes it, it can be instantaneous.)

After a few days in the white void she starts conjuring up friends in her head to try and combat the eternal loneliness. Barely works. She's got three guys in her head, that talk to her from time to time. They're pretty flat and 2D in personality, UG really isn't that much of a creative girl.

(Oohh tumblr compression...)

So, with these characters, let's show you how horrible she is at naming, hm? We got the furry one, Kats. Sadistic and mean one. Guy with the hat is Meowzerz. Cheerleader, also tries to advise UG to be kind. Gas masked fellow is Koolmeow. Wild card, she does whatever she finds fun. Mostly burning things up.

Really shitty names for those last two. No wonder she hasn't picked a name for herself if these are the names she gave these mfs.

...

Well, fuck. Friends aren't really friend-ing great unfortunately. What to do?

Oh, lookie that. That's a buncha.. games and anime. Huh. Well, might as well get through them. All this white is awfully boring.

So after some days of hell, she got to see stories she's vaguely familiar with. Must been stories she experienced back in her previous life. Entertainment is entertainment.

With nothing else in the void really, she gets heavily attached to these media. Filling her time with making fanart and obsessing over the characters. Three in particular she got attached to, but only one of them is of importance considering where we're headed to in this timeline.

Ahh the cat. The horrid horrid cat. I mean she's a young child, having a man tell him she loves her even when it's just a character written by someone else to be a creepy piece of shit is. Well a charming and interesting specimen such as him sharing affection? She can't help but reciprocate back.

With all the time in this non-existence, she makes a whole shrine of shit. Plushies, posters, figures. She loves recreating his likeness and having something physical to hold. Well, she is most well versed in digital art. That she does remember about herself. She was an artist. And most of him is drawn in a computer over and over again. She has no other way to show her love other than to put him in silly situations and emulate how he reacts. Yes I do mean fanfiction. She has a lotta files of just art of him she made, you don't wanna know how big it is.

Even besides him, she's pretty enamoured with this world of Funger. She'd much rather go through that hell than this hell. At least you can die there. And things actually happen.

...

Oh? We can finally go out? After all this time?

You really did get to find a way out, Kats?

It's.. Ahah. The multiverse thing does actually exist, doesn't it? This.. this is the dungeon...

...

Ah, so much explaining her backstory and I haven't gotten to her personality! Well she's. Seriously mentally ill for one. Isolation for god knows how long and all that. I can only conclude Depression or some variation of it for now, though there is definitely another mental disorder at play here. Erm. We might never know. I don't think she'll ever go to therapy or a psychiatrist.

Due to her being in that void for so long, and with barely any memories, there's some things that she's real bad at. Of course, she retains her memory of how to walk, how to speak and communicate, and most basic human things.

However, this bitch cannot social interaction. How unfortunate, my friend.

She can be very blunt and clear with her words. Oh she also has this stupid thing where she's either really crass and informal or just talks fancy and with a thesaurus. Fucking weirdo. can't talk normal ever.

Next note, she has no respect for anyone. That's not to say she doesn't appreciate anyone's company, she definitely likes a good amount of people. Thing is, since she saw this all in a game she played and saw as fiction. Little dolls for her to play with. She never really got to get out of that thinking. Also that with her being some sorta higher being? Yeah, she thinks a little high of herself. Sometimes. Sometimes. (She also think she's the worst thing ever that existed lmao)

Adding on, she also possesses no self respect. No shame. No dignity. No regrets about anything ever. She just lives on. She's a very YOLO it is what it is kinda gal.

UG has a very normal perception of love. She thinks of violence as a sort of love language to her, she just wants to rip her beloveds to shreds. She also has an intense hatred for the cat, despite him being the one she loves most. The hatred plays along with her obsession of the cat. Also. Um. Yandere. yeah. She's obsessive. Isolation and all that. Makes you intensely crave affection and attention. And also being a child. Forever. Yeah she's quite an attention whore. (self label)

Other effects from the isolation also happen to be extreme boredom. She wants to do anything. In her life. And hey, she's got a lot if it to spare.. plany of time. It is mildly boring her that she knows she's most likely gonna win any battle with enemies but still, the experience of fighting is pretty banger. The adrenaline... Thrill seeking. Ahh... She loves fighting.

So um, with those last two paragraphs, she does normal things to both the party that dared step into the dungeon, and the termina contestants. She's normal about them. She is both heavily protective and extremely violent murder maim.

Ah, next thing! She's quite the contradictory thing. Mental disorder again, she can go from one extreme scale to another. Like her love and hatred, protecting her allies to killing them. High self confidence and self praise to self loathing. Sometimes a little bit of a hypocrite. She's weird.

Her morals are. Eh. Eh. Again, she both cares about everyone's lives yet is also apathetic. She doesn't mind murder too much, as she'll dirty her soul a lot through experiencing the funger universe. This. Image.

Everything might as well just be a game to her.

With all o' this. There's multiple timelines of her doing many different things because of how much she can vary and still be in character (well to me, at least). She can do so much. Silly girl.

--

That's all I can think of for now about personality! Little tidbits about her powers before onto the brief timeline. She has some future telling. If the future is far, she can see more possibilities it can go in, not giving an exact determined route of what will happen. If the future is soon, as in, will this guard swing at her right arm or her left arm in 5 seconds? She can check and the future will be certain, that it will be her left arm that will get cut if she doesn't prevent it.

Most of her powers stem from the other media she watched during the isolation period; she rarely uses the Gods' powers in funger purely to fuck around with it and also confuse smart asses. (enki)

--

After finding an escape from the white void, she wakes up in front of the.. dun dun dun... funger dungeons...

She does what any sane person would do and explores with glee.

They aren't really all that scary to a creature like her, only serving her to activate fight mode and get a rush.

She recruits everyone possible with her knowledge of these dungeons, and decides to change some things.

She approaches Pocketcat as she is done with her journey. There are no more battles to fight. No more exploration to be done in this dungeon. She is satisfied. The girl wishes for Pocketcat to eat her, since she hasn't tried that method of killing herself. (Also because she is crushing hard on this man and she knows he loves her too)

He instead gives a different proposal...

...

Remember how she's a sort of 'god' (but not in the funger way) and has OP ass powers? Well there's actually 2 drawbacks to them.

First one, it is quite exhausting. It is also exhausting just living and breathing in fact, but that's the mental disorders. She can go on long without rest but she will be extremely fatigued if she pushes. And my, she pushes a through a lot.

Second, there's one thing that nullifies her powers. Fear. But ah, with a soul like hers, it is quite difficult for her to fear anything. With problems in her way, she either brushes it over, gets enraged, or drowns in sorrow. How on earth could anything scare her?

Ahaha... Well a few actions made by a specific person could scare her...

(he soo gets off being the only one that can get her into such a submissive state, btw)

The one thing keeping her heart from total darkness, now entirely painted black. What a sad soul.

...

So, he didn't kill her. big whump. Fine though, she thinks about the termina festival in 350 years. She wouldn't mind living for that long to see more silly people. Plus, the dungeon took a lot out of her. A lot more magic she used than usual. This period will be... A nice and long break, she thinks positively. One hell she has endured in here, she will prepare to live through and enjoy another. Plus, if it's all adrenaline rushes, how is she meant to savour Termina?

She occupies her time by living with Pocketcat, and.. His usual activities. She joins in on his child murders from time to time. Not as fun as killing monsters that are fully intending to end her life but snuffing another life is still somewhat satisfying, nevertheless. And hey, fun bonding activity, right?

She also does the same as she did in the void, making a bunch of art and stuff. But this time, she actually has someone she can show it to! Speaking of the cat, they do typical lover activities time to time. Dates, and stuff. Doing things together. Fun!

Both of them had their fair share of isolation for a long period of time and needless to say, their 'eternities' are much more lively and worth living through with a like-minded being by their side.

She also.. has a little fun with the contestants before they enter the worst period of their life..

(This part is totally not because of recent events) After spending 350 years with Pocketcat, she picked up some of his mannerisms to her misfortune. Her hand feels like it should be doing something within conversation, so her subconscious makes her jack off a ghost dick. She's gonna have a fun time with talking to people.

...

Now we're at the festival, one meant to end all festivals! And boy it'll end more than just festivals, alright! Hehe.

At the end of this festival, she has one plan.

And that is to finally rest.

She will not be returning from this trip.

...

So, some stuff were left vague because. well. yeah. I don't fully expect to write this into actual fanfiction, but no worries, I'll reveal the gist of what happens at some point. Whether I actually can find it in me to write it out or just make a post about what happens, we shall see.

Extra stuff to mention:

This is basically her. In every universe she visits.

You can check out the '#unnamed OC core' tag to see. More of her vibes.

I also got a playlist.. of her..

(Also, since this is a self insert about half of the traits mentioned are. me. so. yeah. I should try getting diagnosed for something but idk man I can't find shit)

Got any questions! Feel free to ask anything!! >:3 Hell, I'll even answer in character for fun.

[datoneboardedguy]

Insomniac’s MJ Scream x Male Spider-Man Reader (LEMON!)

(DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS CHARACTER ANY OTHER MARVEL IP’S!)

Author Note: I just played through Spider-man 2 it’s really great game btw.. & it’s apparently a secret spiritual successor to the old Treyarch Spider-Man Web Of Shadows game & I just had to do a fetish lemon on it!

In this version of the story when Venom started converting MJ into their Symbiote Union they saw into MJ’s mind & implanted a vision of the Null meteor & the need to find it into MJ’s head as MJ was first turned into Scream, after she was cured she tells Peter about the mysterious rock & together with Miles they would devise a plan to steal it from Venom & destroy it although this time as MJ grabbed the Meteorite she sees symbiote tendrils sprout out from it to latch onto her hands & she hears “Did you really think that we would let you sneak up on us?..” in her head & realises that it’s a trap & tried to reach for her Sonic Tazer Gun but it gets slapped away by tendril & she now has no way out as the tendrils made their way up her left arm & started wrapping around her torso melting away clothes underneath, more tendrils sprouted from the ground, walls & ceiling to completely coat her body into a symbiote cocoon. Soon enough her will to resist lost against the temptation of the Symbiote & her mind, body, soul completely merged with the Symbiote Hive Mind. Then her body changed back into Scream with a massive *SCREEECH!*

Miles POV:

I’m about to run out of webs & as I spun my last web I immediately started to get overrun with Symbiotes when I triggered my Venom Blast as a last resort “UGH YAAA*BOOOM!*AAAH!” it brought me enough time to attempt to contact MJ to check on her progress. “MJ, you have the meteorite yet?” *STATIC!* “Hello? MJ you still with us?!” *STATIC!* *SCREEECH!* I turn around to see the source of that screech only to be met by a towering slim figure “No..” then I’m swarmed by the symbiotes around me.

Peter’s POV:

Venom has me tied up in his tendrils as rises to approach me he’s interrupted by a familiar alien voice, “Leave him, ..he’s OUR’S!” I then see MJ has turned back into Scream! “MJ, NO!” I’m then gagged by one of Venom’s Tendrils “HMMM!..” “& This time ..we’ll personally show Pete what he’s truly missing!..” “..Good!” Venom says before he grows Symbiote Bat-Wings & flies off into the night to finish infecting the world.

As Scream starts to approach me I desperately tried & failed to break out of my slimy tendril bonds. She’s now standing just inches in front of me on her tall red tendrils & says seductively “Just so you know Miles was thrilled to embrace our Bond & is currently sharing their Bond with the Haley girl. Now it’s time for you to permanently rejoin our Bond Honey!..” then the black tendril gagging my mouth ripped off my mask she proceeds to slowly licks my face as i desperately pleaded “MJ, you gotta fight it! You’re not yourself!” “Oh honey, that’s where you’re wrong. We’ve never been more of ourselves than ever! ..& YOU’LL be back to your true self too now pucker up web head!” “NOO-HMMm!..” I shouted as I’m interrupted by MJ slithering her long snake like tongue into my mouth & turning into slime that starts down my throat, then my nostrils are invaded with slime as she wraps her arms around my neck to pull me deeper into the kiss then her body symbiote merges with the slime tendrils that are wrapped around my body turning it red & yellow to match her symbiote colours then she turns the tendrils into a symbiote cocoon around us both.

At this point I’m feeling the symbiote slime spreading to & completely coating my brain & every went black then I wake up in orange void with MJ standing in front of me completely naked, she gives me sly smirk when she says very seductively “Welcome to our hive honey!..” She approaches me into a deep loving kissing embrace & we started making passionately making out with each other as she turns into scream then we both slowly sink into the black slime floor as we’re making love, at this point I’ve completely given in to the symbiote corruption.

My mind starts to fully merge with the Symbiote Hive Mind & we permanently rebond with our Symbiote, emerging from the cocoon as Peter’s Venom! We & our new lovers Scream continue to have rapid passionate sex until we both simultaneously climaxed with alien collective moans *RAAAAAARGH!!..* we’re now one with the the world!..

The End!..

[queerponcho]

WEEWOO WEEWOO i finally watched spiderman across the spider-verse and i have some THOUGHTS-

i’ve been avoiding spoilers so like i am probably not the first one with these thoughts but here we go:

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

- we all know; miguel o’hara = hot as fuck

- BUT everytime hes on screen the music that was played sounded very similar to the vibe of the prowlers theme in the first movie. coincidence? i dont think so👀

-EVERY spider was shown having doubts about their position. they ALL doubted their stance when miles said ‘we’re supposed to be the good guys’ everyone BUT miguel

- WHAT IF miguel isnt actually his universes spiderman

- WHAT IF miguel is ACTUALLY his universes KING PIN

HEAR ME OUT-

- when hes introduced he says ‘i am not like the other girls- spidermen’ while he is LITERALLY injecting himself with some typa green liquid??? like tf is that????

- maybe that shit actually gives him those spidey powers BUT do we actually ever see him like sticking to a thingie upside down or anything? he is always upright and he doesnt have the spidey stickiness

- he only gets like feral kinda and even his webs are like gleaming red??? and his mask is like SUPER evil and as pointed out by dad peter (aka nick miller) HE ISNT FUNNY

-Literally ALL of the spiders have some kinda funny thing or like cool power

- this man only has vampy teeth (hot) and is fast??? and like has these elbow slashes like???? he has nothing unique like all the other spiders.

- like gwen has her entirely different colours scheme and her ballet movements or the british one (kill me i forgot his name but i LOVED this guy) has his punk and guitar, fuck anarchy thing. like all of them have smth thats their thing but all of miguels traits are like super evil and sussy as fuck…

- AND he was SUCH a dick to miles. any actual spidey would NEVER be such a prick to another spider EVER- my guy is afraid of miles and wanted to break him down which brings me to the motive…

- idk what his plan is but he might know that miles can/ will be his doom. OR he knows that one of the spiders might find out and kill him so he makes this elaborate web of lies (pun intended) about these canon events and like scares everybody into thinking they have to just let these bad things happen when in reality he is just looking for this control. this might be a bit far fetched BUT IDK WHO KNOWS the writers lol

that motive thing i am not so sure about but i am certain hes afraid of what miles can do and will do cuz he is acting like a racoon trapped in a trashbag (shoutout to taylor tomilson lol) and gaslighting everybody onto his side…

then theres his alleged backstory;

- he went to a different universe to live his dream life and conveniently that universes miguel DIES????? MMMMHMMMM and u expect me to believe that mr sexy o’hara????

- he literally did what king pin tried todo in the first movie- and it failed

- thing is WHAT IF it failed not because he just went there and took his place BUT because he killed off that other daddy miguel

- what if the universe just collapsed cuz he went there and actually changed the entire universes future by killing this other miguel????

honesty its like 1am and i watched the movie like 5 hours ago so all this might not make sense. BUT I BADLY NEEDED TO TALK ABT THESE THOUGHTS- again i am for sure not the first one i just really need to speak this into the void lol

PLS if anybody wants to geek out over this movie PLEASE dm me i am BEGGING YOU i so badly wanna talk abt it cuz i love it SO MUCH

[your-old-sins-tournament]

OC NAVAL WARFARE

/ -- Romantic

*-- Unlabelled/Other

+ -- QPR

& -- Familial

Watercolor Graveyards (Watercolor Dreams and Graveyard)

Watercolor Dreams (Oliver Fernsby & Princess Guinevere)

These two are SO cool. Because Guinevere (or Gwennie, as she prefers to be called) wouldn't exist without Oliver. Literally the entire world Gwennie exists in comes from a fever dream that he has while he's sick. And like, everyone in that world is representative of somebody Oliver either knows or wishes he knew in the real world. Gwennie is his sister, Stella, who died of a heart complication when she was only two, so Oliver never really got to properly meet her. Gwennie is his next best shot, created to be what he wishes she was like, or how he imagines her. And eventually they just get really close. They grow with one another. They need each other in a way that is so humanly incomprehensible. Oliver is the best he will ever be around Gwennie, and Gwennie physically cannot exist without Oliver. In a way, as soon as Oliver woke up and left his dream behind, he died along with Gwen. Because it was just a dream. He left everything she unlocked in him behind and it just ruined him and his sense of purpose. And he has no idea what happened to her, because he left her right as she became queen of her kingdom. He doesn't know if she's even still alive in that world in his head or not. And no matter how hard he's tried, he's never been able to go back. He's gotten faint glimpses, but he hasn't been able to return and it devastates him, because he just got a sister back only to lose her to his own mind. Anyways they're SO interesting and also they're really similar but they don't KNOW they're similar so they fight a lot until they have a heart-to-heart and realize they aren't so different. Also their mutual bond is so important. They won't do anything without the other, and would literally die for each other. They have like the strongest kind of familial love siblings can have for one another despite not actually being related and it's SO fucking important. I love them.

Graveyard (Olly Graves * Susan Yards)

They are homestuck ocs just for some context.

1. They are best friends and they are so gay

2. Sun and Moon kinda archetype (susan is the sun, olly the moon)

3. Opposite aspects if yknow what that is (susan is the maid of light, olly is the seer of void)

4. Matching friendship bracelets

5. their last names combined is Gravesyards. i mentiones this to my dad and he said "are they gonna get married. theyll make their last names Yards-Graves"

6. Ollys land-planet thing is an ocean and susans is a desert

7. They and their friends do.cryptid hunts and binge watch action superhero movies together 8. nice color scheme!!!!! olly's signature color is teal and susan's are orange and pink!!!

9. susan kinda has the lesbian flag colors

10. i just love them an unfathomable amount

Golden Fleece (Yang Xiao Long/Eirian)

Two bisexual queens who have faced loss and grief and still fights for the world with a smile, understanding how damaging ignoring your grief and putting others above yourself is, and have the complimentary colour pallettes <3

[silverstarfics]

It’s still 11th June where I am, so I’m on time! 

For @thunder-pride​ aromantic day I have... this. Which is not what I planned to write originally, but hey. Is this the first time I’ve ever written Parker’s POV? I think so. Anyway, enjoy some family chaos.

AO3 link

At exactly fifteen years of age, Parker officially decided that romance was overrated. It took him a lot longer to understand that this was a reflection on his own identity and not a commonplace thought.

He spent many years seeking companionship in lonely places. There was a sense of incompleteness in his life which he tried to fill with adrenaline and successful heists and then quickly snatched moments in strangers’ arms, but nothing was a match for the awkwardly shaped longing in his heart.

In every other person, that missing puzzle piece was shaped like a romantic partner. But while he had loved people before, it was never in the way they wanted. He didn’t let it bother him, instead finding momentary relief from solitude in the form of riches and those who couldn’t quite be called friends but were certainly the closest things he had to true companions. So, given he was never really exposed to the concept of aromanticism, he felt he could be forgiven for bowing to the misconception that romance was inherent in loving another and being loved in return.

The strangest part wasn’t realising he had accidentally become part of a family. It wasn’t learning that they loved him just as fiercely as he loved them. No, the strangest part was recognising that the strange void in his soul was gone. That sense of longing had finally dissipated.

He had never needed nor wanted romance, rather understanding and acceptance no matter what. He found it in the mundane moments, not grand gestures and it snuck up on him slowly so that he didn’t realise how much cared until his life was too deeply entangled with theirs to ever consider leaving. Because up until he had met the Creighton-Wards, that had been his strategy – if in doubt, run like hell.

Penelope Creighton-Ward was a force to be reckoned with. She could gain complete control of a room within a matter of minutes and had been known to intimidate an alleged Mafia ring. She was always perfectly poised and kept every emotion concealed beneath a mask of indifference.

To the public eye, anyway.

Parker got to know the real Penelope, the one who cried at rom-coms and sang in the shower and had a penchant for shortbread biscuits with her tea. She disliked overly hot weather but hated it to be too cold either. Her favourite colour was unsurprisingly pink, but she loved any pastel shade too. She was competitive to a fault and had a difficult time admitting when she needed help. She secretly enjoyed terrible puns and had once genuinely laughed at an awful Christmas cracker joke. Her safety soon shifted from Parker’s job to something he would die to defend. He’d never wanted children, but if he viewed Penny as a daughter of sorts, then no one needed to know.

With Penelope came John Tracy. Parker didn’t know what to make of John initially. He was a shy, scrawny university student who Penelope seemed to have forcibly adopted and proceeded to drag around against his will.

Flash forward to their International Rescue days and it was entirely different story. Parker wouldn’t say he was proud of the lad as such, but it was difficult to find a more suitable word. Sometimes he still saw flashes of that same awkward boy he’d met all those years ago, looking a little like a deer frozen in headlights as Penelope linked arms with him and dragged him into her various schemes, but that was rare these days. Still, he’d always have a soft spot for John.

From there on, the rest of the family followed. Scott was just as stubborn as his father had been and once he decided that he cared about you, it was impossible to shake him off. Sometimes he was obvious about it, but he could also be subtle which struck Parker as amusing because it was not a trait which anyone would immediately associate with Scott Tracy. But on evenings when Penelope’s social engagements ran on late and public appearance necessitated her continued attendance, Parker would often find himself joined in FAB1.

“Hiding again?” Scott quipped, sliding into the car without waiting for permission. He yanked the door shut and scrubbed his hands through his damp hair as if he wasn’t sitting on premium leather. He discarded his doubtlessly expensive suit jacket and leant forward between the seats. “Does it always rain over here? I thought people only joked about England being damp.”

“It’s November,” Parker remarked wryly. “Try visiting in June.”

Scott grinned. “I’ll bear that in mind.” He passed forward a bottle. “Here, I brought gifts. Or, you know, something to persuade you against ratting me out to Penny.”

Parker accepted the bottle, trying to repress a smile. The function was located in a hotel ballroom, so Penelope had booked the suite for the night which meant he could officially have a drink without worrying about driving.

“So,” he remarked, turning to glimpse Scott, now lounged against the backseat looking as if he were on the verge of falling asleep at any second. “I take it that you’re also hiding?”

Scott took a long drink, then draped an arm across his face with a loud groan.

“They’re like… I don’t even know. Vampires? I’ve been in three different time zones today. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been awake, but it’s definitely more than twenty-four hours. I’m too tired to deal with people trying to get with ‘the Tracy Heir.’” He dropped the finger quotes with a rueful chuckle. “Which is funny because that’s not even my title anymore. I’m CEO. Technically, John’s the heir now. I swear that’s why the little shit insists on hiding up on Five for these events.”

“A wise choice.”

“God, I know.” Scott sat back up and propped his elbows on Parker’s seat. “So? Can I hide out with you for a while?”

Parker reached for the radio. “Only if you don’t complain about my music.”

He glimpsed Scott’s relieved face in the rear mirror.

“You could even try sleeping,” he added, unintentionally softer than he’d ever usually address anyone other than Penelope.

In his defence, it was difficult not to feel protective over Scott when the lad insisted on running himself into the ground and was so obviously desperate for approval that it almost hurt to witness. He surreptitiously turned up the heat so that the car grew nice and toasty and invited sleep, unable to deny the warm fondness in his chest when he glimpsed Scott bundle the suit jacket under his head and let himself drift off.

Approximately fifteen minutes later, John’s hologram appeared above the steering wheel.

“Is Scott with you?”

John was always one for directness. Parker appreciated that. Fancy words floated around all too often in Penelope’s circles so it was always nice to cut to the heart of a matter.

“He’s asleep.”

John’s frown relaxed. “Oh, thank God. Pen said she’d lost sight of him and he keeps disabling the tracker I put in his phone. I didn’t want to have to tell Kayo that he’d been kidnapped again.”

“Tracker,” Parker repeated slowly. John raised a brow as if daring him to comment. If anything, he wanted to laugh. He was far too used to these boys’ ridiculous hijinks to be surprised by them anymore. “He’s alright. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Alan’s hologram suddenly materialised beside his brother’s. “Ooh, did Scott finally leave? Ha, see? I told you, Gordo. You owe me five bucks.”

John elbowed him out of sight. Two seconds later he returned, all ruffled hair, gleaming eyes and a smile bright enough to rival the sun. He reminded Parker of an overexcited golden retriever puppy; impossible to dislike with seemingly endless energy. Gordon, on the other hand… If Parker secretly found the lad funny and admired his ability to bounce back from the brink of tragedy time and time again, then no one needed to know that, least of all Gordon himself.

“Aw, crap,” Gordon sounded from somewhere out of range of the holoprojector. “He couldn’t have lasted another hour? Dammit, Scoot.”

John’s exasperated stare was accompanied by Kayo’s loud laugh and Virgil’s perplexed, “Did you place bets?”

“Yep,” Alan confirmed gleefully. “John kept telling him that he looked dead on his feet – which was a dumb move by the way, Johnny, because you know he just gets more stubborn whenever you lecture him – so we figured he’d inevitably end up ditching Penny’s party early.”

“It’s not a party,” John corrected. “And don’t call me Johnny.”

“Schematics,” Gordon declared.

John pinched the bridge of his nose. “Gordon, it’s semantics.”

“Dumbass,” Kayo sniggered.

The sound of her laughter was fast becoming a familiar sound. Penelope had many associates but not so many true friends and Kayo was one of the more recent additions to the list. She’d spent more time at the manor than any other frequent visitor lately and Parker hadn’t been sure what to make of it at first – what to make of her. But with each new glimpse behind the walls Kayo kept up, he grew fonder of her. She was funny too, with dark humour to match his own and it was always refreshing to have a new verbal sparring partner.

“Kayo, Gordon, no.” Virgil’s long-suffering sigh of exasperation was swiftly followed by a curse and the sound of shattering glass. “Guys, come on. This is what I’m talking about. No, John don’t try to- Oh, for God’s sake. This family is a nightmare.”

Yes, this family was a nightmare… a nightmare which Parker happened to be very fond of. He lowered the volume as the squabbling reached new heights and stole a glance over his shoulder to check that they hadn’t woken Scott. But no, he was still out for the count.

“I’m putting myself up for adoption,” Alan protested, now seemingly standing on the kitchen counter for no apparent reason. “Hey, Parker…?”

“No,” Parker sighed, horrified to discover that he was smiling. He tried to patch up his disapproving frown to no avail. Oh, well. It wasn’t as if they didn’t already know he secretly found their antics hilarious. He reclined his seat and watched as the chaos resumed. He’d go and check on Penelope in a few minutes but for now this was free entertainment.

When he was fifteen, he’d decided romance was overrated. Nowadays, he still stood by that sentiment. He had his family and that was more than enough love for him.

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Kisses under the mistletoe || No longer accepting

@evilmcg sent:❕my muse ambushes your muse under a mistletoe (for E-Morty )

The party turned out to be a little less bad than Morty had expected. The decorations were still too flashy, the crowd too loud, the food tables too packed. Not to mention that there wasn't a single alcoholic drink in sight. He could make do with fresh juice, but having to smile and make small talk with all those Ricks and Mortys was making him craving a good glass of brandy.

Amber eyes scanned the crowd. Firstly, they landed on his counterpart, who seemed busy dealing with the same boring pleasantries he was being subjected to. Next, he spotted his second-in-command, standing in a corner with his arms crossed and a little void around him. As per usual, his Rick's mere presence was enough to scare people away...with the exception of his other self's right-hand man. E-Rick was standing next to his lookalike, cheerfully monologuing and oblivious to the wary looks the two of them were being addressed.

Mortimer was starting to consider joining his Rick and shooing away the other one, so that he could exploit the man's aura to get a break when his gaze found another familiar figure. And how could have he not seen her, when she was the only one in that crowd that didn't wear one of the two predominant faces? Also, the colour of her dress stood out like a sore thumb too.

A little smirk stretched on his lips as he caught sight of something else, very close to where Meg was standing, talking to a Rick and Morty pair. Oh, this was going to be good. Such a perfect way to have spice up that bland event.

Careful not to draw her attention, he slid through the crowd, circling around her so that he could arrive from behind her back. He waited, a few steps away, for the girl to part way with her current company and then stalked forward, forcing her to stop exactly where he wanted her.

"Hello, Megan. Lovely party," he spoke up before she could recover from the surprise. His voice was heavy with sarcasm as he spoke the adjective, but his expression remained welcomingly neutral. "I noticed that you tried really hard to include all the sort of Christmas traditions they have on Earth. Even the more, ah, potentially inconvenient ones."

With that, he tilted his head backwards, coaxing her into doing the same, so that they were both looking at the bunch of mistletoe hanging over their heads.

The president exploited the distraction to inch closer, so that, once Meg would have turned her eyes back on him, their faced would have been just a couple of inches away from each other. The grin on his face took a smug hue, his expression turning defiant.

"So, are you going to break your own rules and run, or will you play this little game? It would look bad if the First Lady didn't have the guts to go along with something so silly and festive, don't you agree?"

[xxembeyroxx]

Yandere Genshin Impact harem

“Heyy! Y/n over here!” My little sister desperately tried to get my attention. Ignoring her, I continued walking. I loved my sister but I was tired from the exams, so the most appealing thing right now was my bed.

“Fine, I'll just go to the park by myself! Hmph!” Without another word she ran off, Leaving me to go play.

“Sis! We can play at home!” I shouted. giving chase to my sister, who wasn’t looking where she was going. She’s going to get hit! Picking up my speed, as a car near my sister. Everything was happening in slow motion. Just as the car was about to make an impact I pushed her out of the way sacrificing my own life for my sister’s.

(location shift brought to you by heizou’s climbing sounds)

“Huh…? Where..  Am… I..”?  Ahead of me there was nothing but pure black. Trying to move, I realized I was paralized. Was I just going to sit in this black void forever!?

“Fear not my child, I only wish to send you to your set world. So that you may continue to grow in a safe environment, of course.” A calming voice surrounded me and the darkness.

“...Why? Why….. You.. do what..?” I questioned, still a bit dazed by what had happened.

“You are my flesh and blood dear, I need to teach you to… nevermind what i just said. I’ll see you soon. Have fun!” My conciseness fading, i don’t make another sound, falling into a deep sleep

(location shift brought to by my bestie not coming to school today)

Waking up I find myself in a small cabin, outside there is a  flower field of Rhododendrons, Honeysuckle, and black roses. On the bedside table next to a vase of carnations  I found a note. it looks like it was written in a rush

Deariest Y/n,

You’ll find that you're in a new reality, please take the time to learn tevatian before you venture out into the world. It should be quite easy with your intelligence, and the books I provided. This is a time for you to learn and grow. Also if you come across a purple-haired wanderer, try to befriend him, he is not what he seems. 

Lots of love, Lotus

“Oh.. Okay then.” After reading the Note I decide that if need to learn a new language, 

I will do it in style.

(female) Putting on a light (favourite colour) dress that had a white lace trim around the edges. Underneath the dress, I have a pair of white stockings that has bows where the straps and socks(?) meet. 

(male) Putting on a light (favourite colour) shirt that had a white lace trim around the edges and clean white shorts. Underneath the shorts, I have a pair of white stockings that has bows where the straps and socks(?) meet

“ Let’s do a mirror check, before I brush my hair.” I murmur to myself. Wait wait wait “WHY DO I HAVE CALLA LILIES GROWING IN MY HAIR!? …Wait nobody’s going to answer me, I live alone.” avoiding the flowers I comb my hair, and put it in a braid. The Blossoms made to look like a flower crown with a few I could’nt get tucked into my braid. Finally happy with my looks, I start to study the foreign language. 

(Time skip brought to you by me because the paragraphs I made were really boring!)

Humming along to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star I take my regular strolls through the woods behind my home. The birds chirp and hop beside me as if I was a princess. 

Suddenly I catch a glimpse of a purple-haired boy yelling at two hooded men with a blond passed out in the back. A small floating child was trying to wake the blond up but to no avail. Perhaps I could get Gado to help him. Wait Gado only hel-