#tried to make it at least a bit parallel with kristins ^-^

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philza (dream smp) stimboard for @sundappledmoss ! with themes of crows , skies , and nature !

art by wolfythewitch !

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[bonesandthebees]

Okay longer review for glass ch18 time :DD man what an amazing chapter. Got duped waking up thinking im gonna get crimeboys, and then i got both crimeboys AND sandduo

Im gonna skim reread it as i review

hES USING WILBUR?!?#$ HELP BROO ITS SO SMOOTH AT THIS POINT

There was like one chapter where i caught it and i felt so proud of myself, but after that i just get so invested that i dont even notice until someone points it out lmaooo

I think I did notice when it switched to Pythia, at least subconsciously bc I paused at it and scrolled up a bit to see if it'd always been Pythia but ig I didnt scroll up enough lmaoooo

Ohkygod he switches to Pythia the minute Phil enters the room ohkgyfo u cant be playing around with the narrative like this bee, u are way too smart wtf... I'm still in awe with how flawlessly you play around with the change of name. It's always intentional, and yet it feels so natural when you read it. It doesn't feel like a conscious decision from Wilbur at all, ughh it's so good!!!!

Goddddd I love codependent crimeboys so much bro ohmgydo and u always write it Perfectly ty amen

I think ive said this before but ur just so good at characterization man like helloooo

Each fic!crimeboys are so unique to each other, but you could remove their names and I'd still know they were crimeboys. They still feel like them and ahhh i love them so much

Also bro i totally called Phil waiting for them 😭 it made me so tense LMAOOO

Wilbur fr was like "We're quiet we r chilling!!" Like no sir. No u are not

Its the fact that Phil knew the answer to all his questions, he knew Tommy left him alone aaaaaaaaaaa

I cant do this man theyre all so wheofidbekdhdlkflfek

The fact that neither of them told Phil about the sketchy guy who saw Wilbur is making me so scared tho like noooo guyssss ur already in trouble, just be safe about it and tell the truth noooooo 😭😭😭

Phil is such a dad in this scene ohmygod

Also im laughing, their punishment is they cant talk to each other 😭😭

“Then just close your eyes,” Phil said, almost in the exact same way Tommy had.

Like father, like son [bawls]

Although the Pythia was desperate to know why Phil had paused for so long after seeing his face, he simply nodded, and tried not to flinch when Phil’s free hand grabbed his chin to hold his head still.

Not my dumbass's first thought being "HES HIS SECRET LONG LOST SON" LMFAO FHFJFK

Then i was like "okay no its definitely bc of his age"

Brooo i just want the moment where they see each other without him closing his eyes rahhhhhhhhhssss

Also

I realize i said i was gonna skim reread this chap, but nope im just rereading it properly lmfao 😭😭😭 slow and steady pfff

Its so goood

Now I'll have 2 chapters from glass on speeddial for sure

God every moment of sandduo in this fic is just a parallel of their relationships with their gods im soooo 😭😭😭

When i first started this fic i was so certain that the majority of all Clara's things were just misinterpretations from her followers that got passed down century to century but now atp idek. Im skipping ahead and I'll probs talk more about it at the end of the chapter but like Kristin literally touched Wilbur- Clara's never gotten that close to him. Though maybe it's bc she's not as strongly connected? On both ends... Im rambling here as I theorize so I might not phrase this correctly but, like. My first thought was Phil said blood helped her connect better to the living world, so maybe that's why she can be physically here and not Clara, but I also thought about how maybe it does affect the relationship whether it's mutual or not, right? Cause Phil chose to be with her, there's trust on both ends. Wilbur got thrown into it, and maybe that affects the magic of the connection or smth. Or Clara's a bitch lmaoooo. I always appreciate seeing the god of life being the antagonist. I feel like it's not gonna be black and white though, things are not often with you hahahaha.

God that was a large paragraph whoops. I am certain though, that at least a large portion of the traditions they have (cough not being able to see the face cough) (just being treated as not a person lol), are things both misinterpreted or just plain ol made up to be able to better control the Pythia. Because, who wouldn't want to be able to fully control someone who can see the future? Idk how they'll ever find that out for sure but damn yeah, it's sad. Look at what you've done Bee, you've traumatized a perfectly good boy

Lmaoooo

Is there a limit to how long these things can get?? Spruce how do u separate them into diff parts, do u go by vibes or is there a limit LMFAOOO

Anyways

God. The way Phil knows what Wilburs thinking 😭😭😭 im gonna cryyyy theyre sooo ahdjfkfld

The way you describe all the tiny details, god, your writing feels so real. It feels like it breathes. I feel so immersed in it. I can not only see everything happening around me, I can feel it, as if I were there. I dunno, I just really appreciate all the tiny details you mention, and how you take care to remind us that his eyes are closed by describing the sounds around him, and how you mention him feeling odd when he winces bc of his face being numbed, like ik theyre not a big deal, but those details mean so much to me. They make everything feel so much more alive.

And the way you describe people's thoughts, they're so realistic rahhhhhhss. Your characters always feel truly human

I love your writing so much aaahhh

The cheer i let out when i saw the mate at their 2nd meeting when i read this chap for the first time LMFAOOO

It was at that moment vey knew they were getting a truck load of sandduo--

I had also already forgotten that Phil had told Wilbur he was gonna show him smth lmfaooo

I am starting to get tired fr (it's been almost an hour Oops) so i think i will pull a spruce and split this into two parts and continue after some breakfast or smth LMAOO (pst gang ftw 👆)

Dudududus away into the sunset

I was definitely debating whether or not to start the chapter with him using wilbur, but it just felt right so I went with it and I'm very happy with the tone it gave because it provided such a good tone shift when phil showed up and wilbur switched back to using 'the pythia'. it's such a fun narrative tool to use, though it's definitely a bit exhausting to remember every time i refer to wilbur in narration i'm making a choice with how i refer to him. fun, but a lot to keep in my head

ty I'm so glad my crimeboys feel that distinctive <3

lmao phil was so pissed when they got back. he figured a lot out on his own but wanted to hear it from tommy himself. they really should've told phil about the guy wilbur bumped into tho rip :/

yeah no phil is not wilbur's long lost father or anything. I only think those kinds of twists work in very specific stories, otherwise it just feels like a cheap way to be like "look now these two have a biological reason to care about each other!" and really gives off the vibes of found family being less important than blood family

the thing is regarding wilbur's relationship to clara is that when contrasted with phil's relationship to kristin, i want it to be obvious that it's a two-way relationship. you have to put in what you wanna get out.

LMAO spruce pls share with the class how you split up your asks

ldksjfkl aaa that's so sweet. I love including tiny details like those because I try to make my stories as easy to visualize as possible. I know that when I read something, I want to be able to see the scene perfectly in my head, so I try to emphasize the facial expressions and body language and the setting they're in and all that to really immerse the reader in it

tysm i'm so glad you enjoyed!

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 019: Man-Wolf! (ASM 124-125)

MASTERPOST

In this set of issues... awoo!!!

Where are the censors?!

Now, I would just like to start my showing one of the letters in the last issue:

Naturally, this was written when the first issue with Hulk (#119) had just come out. I have only one thing to say:

Peter with a beard? YES PLEASE.

Now that that's out of the way...

Gil Kane has been penciling quite a few issues recently, and he's getting better at it! I wasn't impressed at first, but his recent SM ventures are quite enjoyable!

Jameson's son comes back for, I think, the first time since the first issue of the magazine.

John's new fiancée, Kristine, very much looks like Gwen and I gotta wonder how much of it is intentional.

The issue keep delving into Peter's grief, and I love it. Show me that ugliness, Peter! Flex your drama talent, Conway!

I do completely understand the feeling of being in a classroom and feeling like you're gonna snap, for whatever reason. Happened to me more and more these last few years. Getting out is the best way to deal with that. Gosh, I really had no patience this year... But I'm done with university (for now at least), phew.

Peter keeps being the most relatable character ever conceived and I'm watching little-me who was kid and read those issues and recognized himself in this entire second panel. You had something, kid. You had something.

I'm not saying Peter's right to act like that, and while Flash (in spite of his promise -to Gwen!- that he'd stop acting so antagonistic towards Peter) certainly provokes him and deserves it, MJ, while slightly pushy, has only tried to help the boy and shouldn't face this much antagonism.

But I also completely understand it! Flash is also grief-stricken, all of them are trying to hang on however they can! And I've been that angry person that just feels like they want to be left alone and nobody would let them, and in that case, you absolutely have a tendency to lash out at anybody interacting with you--even, or especially if they're trying to help you!

I didn't remember all that angst, but I remember it really resonated with me. It's no wonder I kept coming back to these, Peter feels *true*.

So thank you, Gerry Conway. You'll never know how much you helped me.

Peter's rage continues as he wants to manhandle Jameson at the same time the latter's son -but now a werewolf!!!- also wants to attack him. Brilliant. The parallels continue. There's SOMETHING in there. I know it.

A panel helpfully informs me that Spidey has already fought a werewolf in Team-Up #12, and I helpfully answer back that I don't care about the Team-Ups. It does feel like I'm missing a bit of something, but I want the plot, not the side stories with characters I don't really care about. (I do check everytime what the features hero is.)

Then Jameson understands that his assailant is his son, and forbids Spidey to go after him. That's a great moment and Conway found the perfect place to put this story.

The readers letters are about Gwen's death. A lot of shock, understandably! Most readers seem to think that was a great choice but a few already complained about the amount of angst. Oh boy.

Okay, the parallel stopped being subtle. Are women only destined to be victims?

Ross Andru's back for this issue, thankfully. I love his style so much.

Yeah, I missed his... intellectual art.

The coffee's back! Long time no see! And Randy's still here <3 He doesn't appear enough, but I'll take every crumb I can get.

Flash keeps being an asshole (...) and Harry arrives! He's an ass and he shouts at MJ. She deserves better because it really seems like she doesn't have much of a support circle.

This makes absolutely no sense whatsoever because Jameson might be the most Spider-Man-obsessed New Yorker ever.

Conway finally gives MJ a chance to stand up for herself. She promptly makes Pete leave her apartment, and good for her! Girl deserves self-care.

What a great script.

The readers continue to be very passionate about Gwen's death in their letters.

Next time, we see the Kangaroo again (...), the Vulture, and the soap continues. Oh, and we get to 1974 too (already?!).

[wildshadowtamer]

Web of Lies

Word Count:

Characters: 11,013

Words: 1,976

Sentences: 141

Characters:

Fire Chaser (Thomas), Silent Death (Tony), Mirror (Felix) and Missing (Kristin).

Warnings: Blood, Burn Victim

The two killers stood either side of the clearing, both very different from one another: The taller one, on the left, was wearing a black hoodie, sweatpants and had a skull-like mouth guard on. His hair was brown with grey showing on the upper tips, he had black eyes and was either very tired or very old; considering the bags under his eyes.

The shorter one, on the right, was wearing a white grim-reaper like outfit with a pitch-black mask with white glowing eyes. Messy golden hair covered half of his mask's left eye and a near-glowing white substance dripped from the mask's eyes slowly.

Both were covered in blood.

"So, who are you?" The Taller One asked, his voice slow and deep, he took a step forward and tilted his head slightly, gripping his weapon tightly. "Fire Chaser, sir." The presumably younger one answers quietly, his voice muffled and lower by the mask, he held out a white-gloved hand as an introduction, which the older shook gratefully

"Well, Fire Chaser," He began, putting his hand in his hoodie pocket "I'm Missing. I suppose your one of us?" He asked curiously, taking a step closer and letting his cold, black eyes stare into Fire's soul. The boy gulped nervously and nodded "Y-yup, I'm a c-creepypasta too, sir!" His muffled voice shook nervously, hiding his gloved hands behind his back, his scythe falling to the ground silently onto the grass.

It was nearly too dark to see any of Missing's appearance, even the blood on his clothes was darkened further by the shadowy material it splattered on. Fire's outfit was nearly shining in the dark of night, giving off a strangely calming but terrifying aura. Well, terrifying for anyone but a creepypasta.

[Fire Chaser's POV] "Ah," Missing comments "Well, Fire, How about we stay at your house and talk? I'm sure you're getting tired of wearing that mask." He suggested simply, I felt threatened by this stranger but... I feel like I need to respect him. "A-alright sir" I addressed him formerly since I felt like I was going to get killed for a second time if I didn't.

I turned around and gestured for him to follow me, back to the once-abandoned old two-story house me and my small family have been dwelling in for a while now. I had to admit, the mask was getting annoying, but at least he couldn't see my terrified expression...or anything at all, I think. "Uh, Here" I gesture to the house after 20 minutes of carefully navigated walking "Welcome to my house, make yourself at home," I told the pasta as I unlocked the door and let him in, he strolled in like he owned the place with his hands in his hoodie pocket. Weird guy.

"Babe, your home!" I hear a voice chime from the kitchen, Missing glanced at me for a moment and muttered: "You didn't mention you were taken." My lover, Tony, walked out of the kitchen happily and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Missing "...who is this?" His voice dropped to a cold tone, thankfully his mask was on so Missing couldn't see the look of pure judgement I was sure was in his eyes.

[Missing's POV] Oh? He's married now, is he? Interesting. "I'm Missing, a new friend of your..." I stop, holding out my hand "Mate." I address Fire, shooting him a glance. The stranger cautiously takes my hand, and I stay polite, due to the nearly overwhelming fear and judgement, I felt rolling off the two. This one was wearing a mask like Fire's but the opposite colouring: A White mask with dripping black eyes. In fact, his entire outfit was a parallel opposite to his lover's. Copper hair draped over one masked eye like Fire's, I started to notice a trend in this.

"Well, then...Missing, why are you at our home? More importantly, why are you with my hu- love?" He asked in a sour tone, clearly thinking something was going on, Fire audibly realises what his lover thinks is going on and attempts to explain. "No no no! It's nothing like that, I met him out in the forest, he told me to bring him back here so we can talk without our guards up and masks on." Fire explains frantically, I'm nodding to every word, the masked lover sighs and shrugs "Alright then, I just hope you don't mind ferrets." He commented, gesturing to the squeaking noises coming from upstairs.

"Ah, pet owners too? I have some ducks, mostly for the eggs but they do make good companions." I mention absentmindedly, I notice Fire visibly flinched once I brought up a duck "Uhh yeah I have a fear of them" The boy mumbled under his breath, and I pause "Oh, sorry, I didn't know. I apologise" "Aw, it's alright, at least you didn't make fun of them." The mate put an arm around the rather uncomfortable looking Fire. "...Them?" I ask, curious "Oh, it's their pronouns" The man explains simply- shoot, I misgendered him, I'm an idiot.

"...oh" I meekly mumble, feeling my cheeks go red with embarrassment, He laughed and let his lover lean into him "No, it's fine, honestly! It's confusing, especially with the masks. We get it all the time, your not the first!" That didn't help me feel any better about it.

------------------- [Tony's POV] Aww, the poor guy felt bad about it. I gesture for him to sit down on the couch as I escort Thomas, My lover, to the one opposite. "Well, guess we should take our masks off for a start," I suggest, running my fingers through their hair absentmindedly. "Oh- right." The man nods and pulls down his mouth guard to show his face: he looked significantly older than us since we're both in our early to mid-'30s.

"How old-" He cut me off "44." he states bluntly, Thomas looked up in surprised you look 60!" They exclaim out much thought, Missing snickered and nodded. Thomas quickly removed their own mask, revealing their slightly burned up face, golden hair flowing one way as they got a buzz cut on the other side a few months ago. Their left eye was paler than the right, and red burn marks surrounded the pale eye painfully. Despite their looks, I still love him. "Huh, you look older than I thought" Missing commented flatly, not even showing any shock from the burns, "Thought you were a teen, early 20's at most." He continues, Thomas shrugs "Nope, 34, sir." They explain, letting me stroke their soft golden hair. "Well, guess it's my turn" I mention cheerfully, removing my mask to show my pale, blue-eyed face. My Copper hair was a stark difference from my lover's bright golden blonde locks.

"Well, you two certainly match!" Missing joked, gesturing to our matching side-shaved hair "Guess we do s-" I was cut off by the loud, drawn-out whine of: "MOMMY!" "...you have a kid?" Missing asked, now curious "Uh yeah, give me a second, I'll go grab him" I nod and rush upstairs to grab our son ----------------------- [Thomas's POV] I snicker and rub the back of my neck awkwardly "Oops, forgot about him" I joke, Missing raises an eyebrow "Oh- right, our son's name is Felix, he's only 4, but we're hoping to train him into being a creepypasta when he's older." I explain, taking a deep breath when Tony comes back down, holding Felix in his arms.

"H-Hi" Felix mumbled, wiping tears from his eyes "He was missing me, sorry about that" Tony explained, sitting down next to me with him "Little baby boy, aren't you?" He cooed, rocking him a bit "Nice to see Creepypasta's happy, you know?" Missing smiles and ruffles Felix's hair, we both nod and continue talking.

After a few hours... It's been about 2 hours, and it's getting pretty late, Felix fell asleep half an hour ago "Well," I yawn, covering my mouth with one hand "We should probably get to sleep, do you want to stay?" I suggest to Missing, who nods and stands up "Alright then."

"Great, the guest room is just" Tony explains to Missing, I sort of drown it out and try to focus on not passing out "Right, thank you." Missing smiles, heading upstairs but stopping halfway to glance over his shoulder "By the way, I'm Kristin." and runs upstairs "...Oh." Tony shrugs "Well, At least he trusts us" he mentions, dragging me up to our room to sleep.

We got our usual Pj's on, and I stroked his prosthetic leg subconsciously as we laid down, until he turned and cuddled into me, since he's taller. soon, everything went dark, and we fell asleep comfortably -------------- [Missing's POV] "DAMN IT-" I slam my hand on the dresser loudly, feeling worry and fear go through me, I had checked the clock and realised it was 9am and I should have been home by now! "Woah, hey, what's-" Fire rushes in, clearly worried "I'm gonna get caught!" I exclaim angrily, pacing back and forth "Wh-" He tries to speak "Look, I'm a secret creepypasta, ok? I have a wife and kids who have no idea about it, and I'm usually back by 5 or 6 in the morning so they don't get suspicious, but I can't sneak back in now! Look! I'm still in my Creepypasta clothes!" I explain hurridly, gesturing angrily to my clothes, which were covered head to toe in blood.

"Well, just explain that you were round a friend's house and forgot to tell her, There's some spare clothes I can give you." Fire stops my pacing and holds me by my shoulders "I got you, I get it." He tells me reassuringly, I take some deep breaths and nod "Yeah, okay...that's fine." I sigh, he goes off to grab some clothes, and I take the bloody ones off, looking down at my somewhat scarred and stitched up body.

"Here" He passes the clothes through the door, which I gladly accept and put on: a red jumper with black dress pants and shoes. "Nice fashion sense" I comment, actually rather liking it "She won't suspect a thing." I hope, sighing and leaving the bloody folded up clothes on the dresser.

"Now, we'll wash your clothes, and you can come grab them later, but for now you should hurry home, she's probably worried sick." Fire reassures me once more, I nod and hurry out the door, knowing my way through the dark forest even in the daylight. ----------------- Once I got home: "Kristin! Where have you been!? I've been worried, sick!" Abigail, my wife, exclaims upon seeing me come back "Sorry Hunny, I went to a friend's house and lost track of time so I stayed at their place. I should have messaged you, I'm sorry" I explain and apologise, kissing her for a moment "At least you're okay..." She mumbled, stroking my soft hair momentarily "How're the kids?" I ask, holding her close to my chest "Good, their at school so, I'll pick them up at 3." She explains, putting her head in the space between my neck and shoulder. "And how's this one?" I ask, putting a hand on her stomach, smiling weakly, she sighs "Alright, the little one wouldn't stop kicking though, I think she missed daddy." She laughs tiredly, I sigh and mumble into her ear:

"Go rest, hun. You need it, I'll call work, I'm sure they'll let me have a day off." I tell her, already directing her to the stairs, she mumbles something incoherent before nodding "Mmm...alright, just promise you'll pick the kids up at 3?" She asks, opening the bedroom door, I nod and kiss her "I promise." I lay her down, and she falls asleep nearly instantly.

Needless to say, that was an interesting day.