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momowho34 · 4 years ago

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So that story about Dionysus being the son of Persephone is awful and gross for like 10 different reasons but can we stop and just appreciate how amazingly they would get along? Like dionysus has mysterious chthonic connections on his own and both of them show evidence of being preceded by really old and dangerous figures and they both have rebirth themes and agricultural themes and I just keep imagining

(This isn’t for a fandom it’s just straight up Greek mythology btw)

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Styx: Yeah idk, I just... found him here?

Dionysus, after wandering into the underworld and passing out next to the river Styx, wearing dramatic grape vines, drunk as fuck, tired, entirely oblivious to anything ever, should be totally harmless but still has the faintest aura of the maddened screams of the dying and the roar of lions drifting around him: hnngh???

Persephone, tearing up: *gasps* new bestie!!!!

Styx: ??????

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Persephone, during their weekly visits, painting his nails: *sighs* it’s just.... so exhausting to be raised from the dead every year, y’know? Really fucks with my beauty routine. I love seeing my mom but being brought back to life is just a little tedious. Dying is like so much easier.

Dionysus, feeding Cerberus ghost pork chops under the table with his other hand: oh sweetheart I know. I’ve died and been reborn three times, did you know that? Exhausting. Every. Single. Time.

Persephone: omg dish!!!!

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Persephone, on the way to the fields of Elysian with Dionysus: I just don’t understand why you had to kill him! He was so close to reuniting with his wife... er- whatever her name was, but they were really cute and you know how I am about love stories I just... I’m so upset!!!

Dionysus, carrying Orpheus’s soul over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes: look, he was ruining my vibe, okay? I really value my vibe! That’s just how it is. Besides, he lost his chance to find her in the living world when he turned around and saw her. Now he gets to reunite with his lover.... dicey-universe or whatever her name was.

Orpheus, weakly: Eurydice, my beloved that I lost, oh how her beauty was- ack!

Dionysus, frowning, wacking Orpheus over his shoulder: hush, you. We’re almost there. If you start waxing poetic or singing about tragic love again I will throw you into Asphodel so fast-

Persephone: oh don’t pretend that you didn’t come down here to save your wife a long time ago.

Dionysus, scoffing: okay, but that’s different! I am allowed to be here. Ariadne just came down for a little visit, she wasn’t planning to stay dead!

Persephone: .....I’m not entirely sure you understand how death works, dionysus.

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Hades, sighing: honey I don’t want to limit your friend circle, it’s just that it’s dangerous for someone to traverse between realms like this!

Persephone: I’m telling you though, he is a death god!

Hades: darling I’m finding it hard to believe that the god of wine and partying is-

Dionysus, turning the corner, with his horns and thrysus and slit pupil eyes and leopard skin and somehow giving off ancient old god eldritch abomination energy despite wearing sunglasses and drinking a smoothie: ‘Sup fuckers.

Hades, backing away: dear fucking Kronos yeah that’s a death god, that’s a really old death, that’s an old as Tarterus death god, holy fucking shit okay have fun sweetie he’s free to hang out down here whenever he wants I’m going to go throw up have fun you two bye no way I’m fucking with this shit not today-

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(tw: people talking about sex)

Persephone: okay but you can’t have had sex with that many nymphs! I know those girls! Boroe, Khonoris, Nikaia, Methe, Pallene-

Dionysus, sighing: Okay, okay, it wasn’t that many nymphs and humans! Just... look, let’s stop talking about my love life and talk about yours, hmm? Like did you have any other romantic escapades other then Mr. Scary Pants here?

Persephone: hmmm.... well there was this one really cute guy that I hung out with for a while, Adonis. He was pretty great, honestly.

Dionysus: ooh, Adonis... I remember him, he was really cute- shit, sorry, I had a fling with him too but this isn’t about me, go on.

Persephone, rolling her eyes: ugh, of course you did. Anyway, he’s no use to me dead, and he got killed by Ares.

Dionysus: oof, Ares. Fate worse then death. Why was he killed by Ares?

Persephone: because he slept with Aphrodite, Ares really hates it when people sleep with his girlfriend.

Dionysus, reminiscing: oooohhh, Aphrodite. Now she was definitely something, I remember this one time we- why are you looking at me like that?

Persephone:

Persephone: you.

Persephone: you never told me you slept with aPHRODITE- *assorted sounds of screaming and crashing*

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Demeter, exasperated, during the summer months: oh by the Titans, you can’t seriously be telling me that you’re friends with Bacchus of all people.

Persephone: but why! He’s an agriculture god, you two should get along! Plus he’s not dangerous- ok, he’s a little dangerous, but like, not to me!

Demeter, sighing: sweetheart I assure you, it’s not about if he’s dangerous-

Dionysus, popping through a window, looking at Demeter: heeeyyyyy! yo, it’s Bread Basket, my favorite bestie!!! I’m doing real good at this domesticated planting thing, I’m a born natural at it hahaha!!! I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been taking really good care of the vineyards you helped me plant, absolutely no fires or villager beheadings so far! I promise no more screw ups- *glances behind him* oh my gods you stupid fucking satyr’s, that is the ONE plot of land that you’re not supposed to- Sorry Demi, gotta go good luck with the.... whatever it is you do, bye!!!

Persephone, staring in awe as Dionysus runs back to the fields and desperately tries to corrall the satyr’s in his cult that are munching on grape vines as the maenads cheer and throw sticks in the background: wow. I’ve never... ive never seen this side of him before.

Demeter, putting her head in her hands: yet another reason why I wish I had your luck, Kore.

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Dionysus, standing next to persephone, watching Psyche skip away with a box of beauty cream tucked under her arm: ....You know she’s gonna open that box.

Persephone: yep.

Dionysus: and that it’s going to kill her?

Persephone: yep.

Dionysus: and that doesn’t bother you?

Persephone, sighing: look, have a little faith in Eros. He’s a resourceful little shit, he’ll figure something out, and watching Aphrodite realize she’s been bested by her own son will taste like poetry. I can’t wait to see it.

Dionysus, whistling: damn gurl you hold a grudge.

Persephone, narrowing her eyes: only against Aphrodite. Only against Aphrodite.

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Dionysus: anyway I was *Baby Melinoe grabs his arm and he freezes* oh my god what is that

Persephone, laughing: that’s just my daughter, Dionysus. I think she likes you.

Dionysus: fuck. Oh gods. um- uhhhhh- what I do with it, I don’t know- I don’t know what to do with it-

Melinoe: *laughs*

Dionysus, sweating: oh no. Why did it make that sound? Did I break it? Is it- is it broken??? What am I supposed to do with this??? Is it okay????

Persephone: gods this is so going in the fucking scrapbook.

Melinoe: *latches onto Dionysus’s arm as he continues to panic*

Dionysus: persephone is it okay? Is it broken? Persephone I’m not kidding your husband honestly freaks me the fuck out I don’t wanna break your kid oh my gods

Persephone: she usually doesn’t like people she doesn’t know-

Melinoe: *starts to climb on him*

Dionysus: oh fuck, no no no what is it doing, Persephone I’m not kidding what is it doing, what is it doing Persephone get it off me oh my gods I’m not joking perSEPHONE-

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pepprs · 3 years ago

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ok so…. i know all i have been doing is posting about moving for the last few days but i have another moving post. i don’t think im moving tomorrow or Thursday or friday or Saturday or even Sunday. i think I am moving Monday and i would like to formally request advice from my beloved mutuals on tumblr dot com (no pressure though) about whether or not i should set that into stone because the situation is complicated and still up in the air. it is literally FIVE DAYS it doesn’t even matter but it feels so big to me. lots of stuff under the cut

so basially the reason i would be moving on monday instead of just waiting another day is bc on thursday my dad is driving 8 hours to clean out his childhood home w his siblings bc my grandma died in sept and they’re selling the house 🤪✌️ and he will be gone until sunday (though im worried something will h*ppen either like. S*mething B*d or just that it’ll take them too long for him to make it home by Sunday). so my mom and sister are freaking out abt him being exposed to covid and being away from home where they can’t take care of him and stuff and if i go before he goes they will be even more worried bc they’ll have to worry abt me on top of him. plus my mom is very skittish abt covid so if i were to move back on like friday or something she wouldn’t be able to help me bring all my bags and stuff from the car to the door of the building. so yeah it’s kinda dumb but even still i personally am hesitating bc when my dad went to the memorial service in oct we were all basket cases and it’s gonna be worse this time bc he’ll be there for longer and rates are higher and stuff. and i remmeber how scared we all were and how much we cried and i don’t wanna put my family thru that and honestly? if something were to h*ppen to him god forbid? i wouldn’t be able to come home to be with my family bc my mom would freak out abt covid stuff. so there’s all that.

now for moving to campus… i am scared of covid and im scared of my roommates. those two things are always gonna be things im up against regardless of when i go back so beating myself up over delaying encountering them an extra 5 days is kinda ridiculous but i am scared to go back and im worried that deciding to stay is just feeding into my fears. also those of u who were here before august 2021 May Remember that i wanted to get out of this house with a vengeance and well… i think this time during the month and a half almost ive been here.. things have been better. my mom actually told me yesterday she has been making an effort to be better and ive noticed it and while things are still… pretty not great in some areas i do think things between us are better than they were last year. so things have not been that bad and honestly.. it’s not gonna sound like me but. i actually am not really in a hurry to go back to my life there. like all of a sudden i am perfectly content with being in a bubble where im safe and can be loud and wild and cozy and all of that. idk. but am i just saying that bc im scared of going back to growing my wings??????

anyways epic and sexy pros and cons list time

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IF I MOVED TOMORROW:

PROS: not missing anything at work, getting extra time with my colleague-besties who i adore very much especially on friday when everyone is in the office, having a decent and consistent space to do class and work from sooner, having more freedom with my habits sooner

CONS: being away from my family during a hard time, being in pain and causing them pain on top of pain that we know is going to happen this week, making them feel like my chosen family > my blood family for the 8364397448th time (it actually kinda is > though lawl), getting up early to finish packing bc today has been insane and im like 30% done but i still have to write 2 discussion posts by noon and im supposed to be moved in by 11 💔

IF I MOVED ON MONDAY:

PROS: being with my family during a hard time, not adding extra pain onto pain that will already be happening this week, proving that i do actually love / care abt them when i feel like they don’t think so, having more time to pack. also important to note is that i have a 10am on Friday that is in person and while it ends at 12 my brother is in class until 2:30. so i would get to go to my room and/or hang out in the office or do whatever.. i just can’t take off my mask to eat when im inside buildings / around other ppl. (if i was not coming home i would go back to doing what i was doing in the fall even though i will be more scared now bc of omicron: eating in private rooms (e.g. my bedroom, the 1-person private satellite office) and occasionally in the office with no more than 2 other ppl there at a time who are masked while im doing it. and eating in the office = pulling down my mask just long enough to get the food in my mouth not taking it off entirely the entire time i eat btw). also.. not to say this but not having to be quiet on my calls / meetings in order to respect my roommates who don’t like loud noises LOL

CONS: missing out on independent time i want and am paying for, bothering my roommates / RA by giving them a heads up that i am moving in later than expected for a THIRD time in the last 48 hours, missing banter / interesting moments in the office with my colleague-besties, having to go outside in the freezing cold to eat if im hungry, having to leave in the middle of a conversation when i really don’t want to go, feeding into my anxiety about going back to living independently, possibly disappointing friends who know im giving in to my family’s needs over my own when that is dangerous for me lawl 🤪

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so yeah idk. pros and cons lists are hard bc there’s not an easy way to assign a weight to stuff but…… avoiding causing my family pain is a heavy one. so i am leaning towards that which means it’s basically a guarantee that that is what im doing bc if i wasn’t doing that i would be packing instead of writing this post since i was supposed to be there by 11 tmrrw! but idk i need advice i am overthinking this 🤕

#purrs #food #death tw #paranoia tw #long post tw #ask to tag #i have so much to do and i literally am just frozen in this. it’s taking everything out of me lol

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666mistyday · 3 years ago

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My two cents on the first 3 ep

SPOILERS

- that was a quick death, took like 5 hits and he was dead

- dick looks so good w the nightwing costume

- i fucking hated that no one was crying, bc i for sure was about to

- the whole book thing, uhm sus, jason is a bookworm and they are playing it as he was the dumbest person around

- whats up w the meth lab

- besties Alfred died???? I was shook

- bruce wayne hate account, i wanted to punch him sooooooo much

- Barbara i love u, an absolute queen when she told bruce how much he had fucked up the kids

- i legit screamed when i saw stephanie and duke

- tim??? Timmy baby? If anything happens to him im gonna cry

- uhm the whole under the red rood plot but w dick, let me think abt it

- also bruce killing the joker? Idk how to feel abt that, at least hes dead

- i love conner so much, and krypto

- is jason todd aka the red hood really this much of a psycho? (honestly i haven't read the comics, but this is a real question) uhm idk it all seems like too much

- also dick found out his identity so quickly

- i dont like hank that much but i really didn't thought he was gonna die, poor dove (and conner too bc now hes gonna feel guilty bc he couldn't do the deactivation thing much faster)

- is kory thats so raven now or what??

- (i still dont like that much how the things are going w Jason)

- also guys i was so afraid of what this season would have turned out w the red hood plot and yeah its shitty i have to admit it, am i gonna keep watching? Yes

#i mean i stupidly love jason #but this version of him? no #idk how to explain it #titans s3 #titans s3 spoilers #jason todd #dick grayson #koriand'r #superboy #conner #gar logan #i hate bruce wayne

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onetruesirius · 2 years ago

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hohoho yep Strap in, theydies and gentlethems.

Imagine being Theodore Sturgeon, the head writer of Amok Time. Imagine being, almost single-handedly, the individual most responsible in the world for fucking

Omegaverse

basically Spock, the tall dark handsome elf-lookin fellow in the little bowl cut

yeah this li'l guy?

he goes into heat

It's either fuck, fight, or die

this happens to all Vulcans (spock's species, or half of it because his mom is human) every seven years and they fuck, fight, or die, like it's a whole to do, called the Pon Farr.

Outsiders "aren't supposed to know" but Spock tells Kirk

mostly because they're space husbands because they're besties because Jim Kirk is Spock's boss. Yes.

You read that right.

Jim Kirk is Spock's boss, and Spock is going into heat.

It gets better, Keep going.

Kirk is the captain of the starship enterprise and also pretty much Main Character of all Star Trek ever [if you're not into Pike ofc], and this is where he learns that Spock has a girlfriend... or at least someone he was betrothed to, it's kind of a social thing tbh but they're expected to fuck and have heirs essentially since girlfriend is a princes and Spock is actually just, also super socially and politically relevant but he couldn't take the pressure and ran off to join the Navy, and ALSO he claims to never lie and yet lies CONSTANTLY and also didn't tell Kirk that he was basically a Vulcan prince until LITERALLY the Ambassador and his wife came aboard Kirk's ship, and frequently withholds HIGHLY RELEVANT information like this, much to the shock and surprise [Kirk] and mild chagrin [Bones, the ship's CMO and another bestie] to everyone involved.

ANYWAYS

so they all go to the planet of the Vulcans, conveniently also called Vulcan, to meet Spock's betrothed.

Spock's girlfriend is all like "actually bro you're like a sailor on an aircraft carrier and you're also constantly deployed so you're literally never around so if you want me you'll have to prove you want me; go fight Jim Kirk"

There's a whole ceremony for this shit and it turns out the fight is to the death. McCoy is like ".... okay, but it's shit-ass hot and dry here and you have asthma kid," and sticks Kirk with a hypo filled with a long-lasting bronchodilator and maybe also some meth so that Kirk stands a chance against the MUCH physically superior Spock.

Now I'm going to show you a gif, an actual real-life gif from this episode, of Spock fighting his best friend and also boss, Jim Kirk... and also give you a gentle reminder that this whole plot situation started because of Spock going into motherfucking heat

ANYWAYS

Spock strangles Kirk to death in the fight and wakes up out of his heat as it's winding down, and goes to demand why T'Pring, his girlfriend, would choose Kirk to fight him.

APPARENTLY

T'Pring has been cheating on him this whole time with Stonn, another motherfucker, and she ACTUALLY wants to spend her heat with Stonn. She also doesn't want to be Spock' baby mama apparently, because again, she and he are both very socially and politically relevant, he's literally never around, and this is T'Pring's hot girl summer. To quote Memory Alpha:

She chose Kirk as her champion since every outcome she calculated was advantageous to her: if the human won, Kirk would not wish keep her as his bride, while if Spock won he would probably release her because she had challenged the marriage, and even if he kept her he would quickly return to space.

So Spock is basically "YOU BITCH I KILLED MY BESTIE FOR THIS" and the Enterprise leaves Vulcan, right?... Well.

It turns out

McCoy had actually slipped Jim something in his Asthma meds, and it wasn't just the meth. He'd put something in there to knock him out and suppress his vitals, so that Jim could fake his own death.

When Spock sees Kirk alive and well, this happens:

Now...

Fanfiction writers for Spirk [which is also originally where the term slash comes from, by the way, because the original Spirk pairing was called K/S] POUNCED on the whole Pon Farr thing, and while it wouldn't be called Omegaverse until Supernatural utilized and consolidated the tropes almost 40 years later under the title of Omegaverse, the concept existed in fanfiction, specifically in physically printed fanmagazines [called zines, in case you were wondering about the other pop culture-y things that Star Trek started].

Now.... SOME of these fanzines, even the porn ones, still exist in either physical or digitized form, so you can verify that, while the terminology is different, the tropes are much the same, and they have stayed very similar for the past 40 some-odd years.

Anyways

That's how Theodore Sturgeon, the author best known for being the second greatest science fiction author [after Robert A Heinlein—you know, the Stranger in a Strange Land sex cult book guy] in 1965, and also for coining Sturgeon's Law

"Ninety percent of [science fiction] is crud, but then, ninety percent of everything is crud."

also created the tropes that would later come to be known as Omegaverse.

Thank you and good night—

HELLO????

#star trek #spock #star trek the original series

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love-and-gloom-blog · 6 years ago

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Love and Gloom Chapter One

Rating: T for Teen

Contains: Adult language and situations

Summary: New York City there is thousands of people inhabiting it, including aliens, heroes, and villains. Mara and Neil, two college students attempt to survive this city. Both coming from broken homes, their hearts struggle to heal. They will soon encounter all sorts of people who are just as broken as them, but will their hearts grow stronger or break them down even more?

Main Pairing(s): Female OC x Eddie Brock/Venom - Male OC x Max Dillon/Electro

We hope you enjoy. <3

Chapter One: Mara Lovell

It was a cool October night when Mara Lovell and Neil Yūutsu finally brought up the last box into Mara’s new studio apartment in Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn. The brunette woman had finally left her abusive household and was now living on her own.

It terrified her.

As she took a long look around the apartment, she felt a strange mix of both anxiousness and relieving freedom in the lived-in flat. As she took it all in, the sound of a box dropping to the floor snapped her back to reality. “Finally we are done!” Neil stated and sat on one of the boxes containing books, wiping a tiny bead of sweat off his brow. “Your punk ass mother had to make things difficult by being all ‘woe is me, my daughter is leaving’ and shit.” He reached over to the counter top next to him, grabbing one of the many cans of his Tiki Punch he brought for what he called a ‘test of his strength and endurance’.

Mara rolled her eyes at him and sat on a box across from him. “Yeah… but thankfully we won’t have to deal with her anymore.” She said both ashamed and exhausted.

“No… YOU won’t have to deal with her anymore. Bitch ain’t gon’ try me again like she did today.” He said as he took a sip of the maroon-colored drink, earning another chuckle from the brunette.

Roxanne Red Lovell, formally Roxanne Red Stewart, now known as ‘punk ass mother’ by Neil, stopped Mara from getting most of her things from her mother’s house.

“I bought you those clothes, so they’re mine!” Her mother would yell, “The furniture too! Your father left it to me not you!”

“Vernon is gonna kick your ass if you talk shit about him just you remember that!”

Vernon was Roxanne’s boyfriend for thirteen years now. He was a meth head that frequently got high around the house, and took ecstasy with his friends which often included Roxanne. He did nothing for a living, just lived off of social security income for a reason that Mara didn’t care enough to find out about.

Mara looked over at a box of clothing sitting on the slightly worn couch. They were clothes that Helen Stacy had given her.

Helen was the mother of her best friends; Gwen Stacy. Helen gave the young college student Gwen’s old clothes when she heard that Mara was moving out.

“She doesn’t need these anymore… She’ll want you to have them.”

Gwen… It’s been a year since she died. The day that she was kidnapped by the mad supervillain, ‘The Green Goblin’, was one that Mara would never forget. Ludicrous name. He kidnapped her and threw her off the George Washington Bridge. The hero ‘Spiderman’, tried saving her but he ended up being the one who caused her death. The string of webbing he shot to save her caught her by the leg mid-fall, and the sudden stop broke her neck. Mara didn’t blame the Spider-Man for killing her friend as she would’ve died from the fall anyway, but she was not a fan of the wallcrawler either.

Her friend took a glance at his watch before standing up and taking a stretch, “I gotta head to work now, Sugar, they really need me tonight. Sorry that I have to leave so soon.”

Mara’s reminiscing was cut off by this, and she looked up at her bestie with her silver eyes, “No no! Don’t be sorry! Thank you for helping me with all of this.” She stood up and opened the box of Gwen’s clothes. “I know I can be a nuisance someti-.”

“You are not a nuisance, your mom is.” He interrupted as he walked over to hug her tightly, “Are you sure you don’t wanna just live with me and not alone?”

She smiled and hugged him back with a giggle, “I need to take care of myself for the time being.” The brunette then gave him a wink. “I appreciate the offer though.”

They let go of each other and walked towards the door.

“I understaaaand.” The Japanese student said as he shrugged his shoulders took a step out the opened front door. He turned around and smiled at his friend, “Take care of yourself, darlin’. Call me if you need anything okay?”

The French American smiled and stood in the doorway, “You know I will, take care. I love you.”

“Love you too girl. Byyye.” He said, throwing a peace sign above his head as he sauntered away down the hall.

Mara watched him before he turned the corner out of sight. She closes her apartment door and sighs, leaning back against it. She was finally free of her mother. After a moment of basking in her freedom, the woman grabbed her phone, adorned with a pink case with lizard designs, to check the time.

6:10 pm

“I guess I should organize a little before making dinner.” She said to herself before putting her phone back in her pocket, pushing herself off of the door, and walking back to stack of boxes to unpack.

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The next hour or so yielded some progress. One of the boxes she worked on contained literature she loved to read. Some included the Great Gatsby, A Little Princess, and of course Romeo and Juliet. She was quite fond of reading fantasy and romance novels, as she could easily escape her reality by diving into the pages for hours at a time. The college student looked across the room near one of the wide, worn windows and found the small old shelf Neil gave her as a moving gift. Smiling softly at its presence, she pushed it to the wall before stocking it with books.

One of the books slipped from her hands, the pages fluttering in the air before hitting the ground and expelling a small photo she once used as a bookmark. She hesitated, seeing that it was a book Gwen had given her a long time ago as a birthday present. Mara picked up the photo to see Neil, Gwen, and herself, smiling happily in front of one of the stone lions at the library. Looking down at the page the photo fell from, she read one of the quotes.

"’Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you. ’You have been my friend," replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.’”

As a teardrop fell and darkened on the page, Mara quickly put the picture back in the book and put it away.

“No, no… I can’t think about her now…” The brunette thought to herself sadly. She promised herself she wasn’t going to cry anymore.

“Let’s room together Mara, it’ll be fun. We can stay up all night watching Netflix with no curfew!”

Gwen was silly around her. Gwen was nice. Gwen was cool. Gwen was beautiful. Gwen was smart. Gwen was her best friend.

Gwen was alive…

The woman took the picture back out from the book and placed it up on the shelf, “We got our apartment Gwen. Just like you wanted.”

Tears filled her eyes and her heart felt heavy, “I always wanted to share this moment with you.” Her tears rolled down her face before she left the bookcase and went to her other boxes.

She opened another box and found her black case containing her glasses. Mara was colorblind, she had tritanopia meaning she was blue and yellow blind. She opened the case to see her broken glasses only containing one lens. It broke when Vernon threw them on the floor and crushed them because he was angry at her. Mad at her for what? She thinks it was because he thought she took his last beer when he was holding it in his hand.

He was also the reason she was colorblind. Mara used to see normal color but it all changed when Vernon came into the picture.

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When Mara was little and still lived in California, she picked golden daisies for her mother. They were Roxanne’s favorite, because she loved the color yellow but mostly because it came from her one and only daughter.

Around the time she was six, her mother and father divorced. At seven, Roxanne took her to live in New York to be far away from her father as possible. The mother took care for her child till she found Vernon and sadly Roxanne was a weak woman. She felt like she needed a man in her life to show her affection. When Mara was eight Vernon moved into their house, he used to be nice till he moved in of course.

One day when the eight year old was walking home from school she found some golden daisies and picked them for her mom. It was a nice day, school was fun, and her artwork was placed on the classroom’s wall. What a great day it was.

But when she got home Vernon was screaming in front of the house with a beer bottle in his hand. Mara was scared but she slowly walked towards him.

“Where the fuck is it then!? Where the fuck is my lottery ticket!?” He screamed stumbling around, “It had fifty fucking dollars on it!”

He then spotted the little girl and had a realization.

“You.”

She turned her head to look behind her, confused, she looked back at him. Her?

“You.” He pointed at little Mara with the hand that held the beer, “You took it you little shit!”

“No I didn’t.” She said scared.

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” He shouted grabbing her by the hair.

The girl screamed dropping the flowers for her mother on the ground and grabbed his hand, trying to pry it off of her brown hair. But that made him angrier. He smacked her head with the bottle which made her call out in pain and collapsed on her knees.

“MOMMY!!” She cried as she felt hot and cold liquid roll down her face.

Roxanne came out smoking a cigarette, disinterested but mildly annoyed.

“What?” She said plainly.

“MAKE HIM STOP!”

“Just give him his lottery ticket you fucking idiot.”

Mara’s eyes widened. What? Why wasn’t mommy helping her? Why would they think a eight year old took a lottery ticket? What did she do wrong?

“Yeah!” Vernon shouted, dragging her to the wooden beam and smacked her head on it. “Where is it!?”

The little girl saw stars.

He smacked her again, “Where is it you little shit!?”

Everything was fading away in black clouds.

Again it happened, shouting the same thing.

Blood dripped to the ground and vomit oozed from her mouth. Today was supposed to be a good day.

The little girl’s body went limp and her eyes went completely black.

She woke up in a hospital bed. Bandages wrapped around her head. Everything looked weird, the colors seemed off. She looked around to see a doctor talking to her mother.

“Your daughter was attacked when she was walking home? Where were you?” The lady asked.

“I was getting groceries with my boyfriend and I found my child on the floor doctor!” Roxanne said with tears rolling down her place, “Why would someone do this to a child!? I should’ve walked her home, but the school is just right across the street!”

She was lying. Why would a mother let that happen to a child?

Mara blacked out again, later she found out she went color blind. The head injury caused it. Vernon caused it, for a fifty dollar lottery ticket that he hid in his sock drawer the whole time.

Her world went grey, because of a stupid mistake and her mother didn’t help her.

The golden daisies turned white and she never picked them for her mother again.

⧫⧫⧫

Mara slammed the case and glasses onto the ground in anger. She shouldn’t be remembering these bad times. She grabbed her phone to check the time again.

7:08 pm

“Food will make me feel better.” She said and looked through a box to find her rice cooker. She went to her small kitchen to place it on the counter and plugged it in. She filled the cooker halfway with water and placed three packets of ramen noodles in it. She closed it and put it to cook.

The colorblind girl looked around her small empty kitchen and then looked at the ramen, she wondered if the kitchen was going to get any use. It was most likely she’ll only eat instant ramen for a few months since she’s broke.

Money is saved up in her bank account, but for only a few months of rent. Some of her money was from her father who passed away when she was twenty. Her rent is only $800 a month, which is pretty cheap thank god, but the landlord will raise it to $850 around December.

If she is careful and save while working at her new job at a singing cafe called, ‘Purely Purple’, she should be A-OK.

“I’m going to die.” Mara mumbled as she sat on one of her boxes and waited for her rice cooker ramen to finish cooking.

⧫⧫⧫

After she ate, Mara went back to unpacking. She unpacked her art supplies, her art, framed posters, pictures, she stopped unpacking when she found her scrapbook. The book was tan and had red text painted on it (it looked pink to Mara). The text was a quote from a book that she hadn’t read yet it said, “Maybe Memories Should Be Left The Way They Are.”

One would think the scrapbook would contain pictures of friends, but it contained newspaper clippings from the Midtown High School, the Daily Globe, and the Daily Bugle. Why? Because the articles were written by a man who she had a crush on since high school, Edward Charles Alan Brock. Mara had articles from Welcome to Midtown High! to Confessions of a Sin Eater. The college student always liked his writing, she buys a newspaper everyday just to see if he had written anything but the last few days she hadn’t bought any because of her moving situation. Maybe she could ask her friend Peter Parker if he could get them for her since he worked at the Daily Bugle as well.

Mara smiled as she went through the articles. Eddie Brock was and still is very popular with everyone, to her he was perfect in every way, but that could be that she’s in love. She imagined being with him but never attempted to actually ask him out, mostly because he already had his perfect girlfriend Anne Weying. Well… ex girlfriend now, they broke up two years ago.

Anne was Eddie’s life, he wanted to marry her and everyone knew that but Anne wanted to finish up school first before they do that. No one knows exactly why they broke up though. One would say that if you like him just ask him out, but Mara was a very shy person with very low self esteem, she doesn’t feel she was good enough for Eddie. Anne was an amazing girl, and how do you ask someone out who was set to marry the girl of his dreams? Was there a time of grief he still needed to do? Romantic relationships was indeed not her forte.

Mara wondered why he wasn’t dating anyone, maybe Anne was his one and only? Eddie was very handsome, goes to school, works at the Daily Bugle as a writer and part-time photographer. He’s a former football player, but when he stopped playing two years ago he gained some weight, he now has a belly and his cheeks were a bit chubby, yet he was still beautiful to the colored blind girl.

She flipped a page and saw the poem she wrote in high school, My Dear Football Player.

⧫⧫⧫

My Dear Football Player

My dear football player how I love you so.

The way you look at me and make my cheeks glow.

Sweet eyes like stained glass.

That turns me into brass.

My love for you is but a prayer.

To hug and hold my dear football player.

In a black and white world your are most colorful.

And your smile is bright and so so meaningful.

If only you could be mine.

But someone else promised to love you till the end of time.

I just smile and wave.

And cherish the happiness you gave.

To me you are the world.

To you I am just an ordinary girl.

In the shadows I watch you craft.

And mourn for the dear football player I will never have.

Grey is my world, color is yours.

My eyes grow tired as the salt water pours.

I hate to say goodbye dear football player.

But I will never be yours, not even in my hopeful prayer.

-Midtown’s Silly Lizard

⧫⧫⧫

Midtown’s Silly Lizard was a secret name when she anonymously sent poems for the school newspaper. The name had her initials on them.

Midtown Mara

Silly Stewart

Lizard Lovell

Though the student doesn’t have a middle name, she used her dad’s last name Stewart, which helped throw people off her trail, because the teens in that school wanted to know who made that pathetic love poem. Flash Thompson assumed the poem was about him and the girlfriend was Liz Allen. The witch hunt only lasted about a week and everyone forgot about it.

The only people who knew about it was Neil and Gwen. They encouraged her to show her more artistic side to the school, but the shy girl decided she would rather do it actual art form and not writing.

The brunette yawned and then checked her phone for the time.

10:53 pm

“I should get ready for bed.” She said softly to herself and looked around, she pretty much organized everything. She just needed a dresser for her clothes and she’ll be set.

Mara put her scrapbook in her shelf and grabbed the air mattress Neil bought her (that she will pay him back for later) and started to inflate it. When it was done she grabbed her African patterned quilt that her old lady friend Fae Miller made for her and grabbed one of her pillows, and placed them on the mattress. The curvy woman stripped to only her underwear and shirt and snuggled into the bed.

⧫⧫⧫

Meanwhile in a facility in Newfield, New York.

“MIRANDA! MIRANDA!” A scratchy voice called out.

“Yes LouLou?” A young woman said in a doctor’s coat and holding a clipboard.

“MARA LOVELL MOVED. RESEND INVITATION.” The voice said.

The woman pressed her reading glasses back and walked over to the computer, “Thank you for telling me.” She typed on the keyboard and accessed into the system to go into Mara’s files.

Name: Mara Stewart-Lovell

DOB: 06/21/**

Height: 5’5

Weight: 158 lbs

Hair: brown

Eyes: silver

Social: ***-**-****

Address: 300 Quincy Street, Brooklyn, New York, 11216

Work: Purely Purple, 631 9th Ave, New York, NY 10036

School: Empire State University

Major: Fine/Studio Arts

Relative(s): Roxanne Red Lovell-mother

Disorder(s): tritanopia-color blindness

“Oh so she moved to Brooklyn?” The woman said before printing out her letter, “Nice place. Hope she isn’t with her mother, horrible woman according to my research.”

A green parrot flew and landed on her right shoulder, “HORRIBLE HORRIBLE! BAD MOTHER BAD!”

The researcher shushed the bird as she grabbed the piece of paper from the printer and wrote her signature.

“LouLou.” She said as she placed it in an envelope, “Give this to Richard.”

Green slime came out the bird and grabbed the envelope, it then slithered out the parrot which made the pet flapped its wings rapidly. The green ooze shaped itself to look like a slithering imp and skittered away.

“Hi.” The bird squawked and nibbled her hair, it can’t say proper sentences without its parasitic friend.

“Mara Lovell, with your help we can change the world.”

“Change!” The bird squawked earning a smile from the woman.

“Yes, for a better world.” She said as she softly patted her parrot’s head.

⧫⧫⧫

As Mara slept she started to dream.

The silver eyed girl was sitting on a bench at Central Park. She breathed in the fresh air and smelled the fresh cut grass and hotdogs being sold around her. It was peaceful.

She then saw her friend Neil in the middle of the field with Gwen Stacy and Peter Parker. Mara smiled brightly as she went to get up and run to her friends but she couldn’t move.

A look of puzzlement spread on her face as she looked down to see she was chained to the bench. This struck fear inside her as she tried to yell for help but a breathless screamed came out, no one could hear the poor girl.

She tried to yell again but again no one heard and she started to sink into the concrete. She screamed but only a squeak came out before she was completely emerged in the darkness.

Mara tried to wake up, she struggled to breathe. Her limbs felt stiff and all she could muster is a twitch now again.

“Is this how people die?” She thought before realizing she was now in a dark room on a bed.

The woman got off the bed and noticed she was naked and when she looked at her body she was filled with large holes. Her body ached where the holes were, like she actually felt her body rot away.

The woman got off the bed and walked to the door and once she opened it, she appeared in the hallways of Midtown High School.

She looked around and saw some people she knew. The girl walked down the hall exposed and saw what they were doing. The high school jock Flash Thompson was making out with his girlfriend in high school Liz Allen and right next to them were Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy making out also. The boys however didn’t have their eyes closed like their partners, they were staring at a naked Mary Jane Watson who was laying sensually on the floor. The red head smiled confidently with her eyes closed as she laid there.

“Mary Jane!” Mara cried out and grabbed her arm, “Don’t let them look at you like that!”

Mary Jane opened her green eyes and glared at the empty girl, “Don’t be jealous that I receive the attention and you don’t. You are disgusting.”

“Mary Jane I know I am but you shouldn’t expose yourself like this!” The dreamer said almost in tears.

The iris’ in her friend’s eyes enlarged as she said, “You’re the one hiding secrets.”

⧫⧫⧫

Mara woke up in cold sweat.

“Oh god.” She mumbled sitting up and rubbed her aching arms. Mara could still feel where the holes were on her body. The dream was confusing and surreal, she didn’t understand it. What did dream Mary Jane meant about ‘hiding secrets’, Mara didn’t have secrets…

“I don’t have secrets…” She murmured.

(She was in love with Gwen Stacy, that was a dirty secret.)

She lied, she did have secrets. Secrets the college student tried to hide.

(She’s hopelessly in love with Eddie Brock.)

“I have no secrets.” She told herself and laid back down.

(She fell for a person who scammed her.)

Mara was embarrassed about her secrets. Some of them she knows that Neil knew, but there was one she keeps from everyone.

(She thinks she deserved the abuse her mother and Vernon gave her.)

“This move stressed me out more than I thought.” She said as she laid on her side and went back to sleep.

(And the biggest secret of them all… she is broken.)

⧫⧫⧫

Mara woke up around 11:00 am. She missed a few texts from Neil and her friend Alma Alvarado. She yawned as she opened her texts.

Neil: Hey gurllllll. Got you dumplings. Come over when you can. (sent: 1:22 am)

Mara smiled, her best friend was so kind.

Alma: Hey, can you watch Kima Tuesday? I’m going to a party. Thx. (sent: 6:00 am)

“Huh? Alma I just moved in…” Mara muttered to her phone and quickly laid back down, “I don’t have time for that…” She fell back to sleep.

Then her phone rang. It played Please Don’t Make Me Love You from the Dracula musical. She groaned as she grabbed her phone to check the caller I.D. It was Neil. She picked up the phone and yawned, “Hello?” “Girl! It is 11:30, get your ass over here and eat your dumplings!” He stated over the phone.

Mara rolled on her side and stretched, “Okay, I’ll bike there in a few minutes.”

“Kay, don’t keep me waiting. I’m making breakfast.” The Asian said sweetly.

“Make coffee too please.” She said sitting up from the air matress. “I don’t drink coffee, there is no coffee.” Neil said, “I have juice.” “Aw. Learn how to drink coffee.”

“Learn how to live without coffee.”

“I can’t, it’s my essence.”

“Then find a new one.”

“I’m getting dressed right now, I should be there in an hour.” The woman said sitting up and looked for clothes to wear.

“Kay, I’ll be waiting. Love you.” “Love you too baby bugga boo.”

Neil hung up.

Mara looked through Gwen’s old clothes. She could almost still smell Gwen’s perfume on them.

“Thanks, Gwen…” She muttered and took out a green and black striped blouse, a pair of blue jeans, a red belt, a pair of green socks, and a pair of black sneakers.

“No underwear or bras…” She mumbled, “I need to buy some.”

The brunette got undressed and wore the outfit she picked out (without undergarments) and then brushed her hair. She then grabbed Gwen’s signature black headband and placed it in her hair. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw Gwen.

“This is creepy… I look like an obsessed stalker.”

Perhaps she was, but who stalks a dead girl?

Mara grabbed her phone to check the time. 12:03 pm

“I gotta go.” She thought to herself, grabbing her old brown leather bookbag and old white bicycle and head out of the flat. The woman placed the bag in the basket before rolling it down in the hallway towards the elevator. Once she went down she left the building and started biking to her friend’s apartment.

⧫⧫⧫

It was a nice day for a bike ride in New York. It was sunny but wasn’t too hot, there was a slight breeze. What a nice day to go biking.

She smiled as she turned into an alleyway to avoid the streetlights. When Mara was halfway down two men came out from a doorway from the wall and stood in the way.

“Oh shit..!” She muttered knowing the men planned to mug her, the alley was too narrow for her to turn her bike around so she quickly got off, snatched her bag, and ran.

But there was a man behind her.

“Hey little lady, where you think you’re going?” The man asked taking steps towards her making Mara take steps back.

“Please just let me go.” The woman said scared.

“What? Let you go?” The second man behind her said. “Why was a lovely young lady like you going down in a old alleyway anyway?” The third man said smirking, “Just screaming for someone to grab you.”

Mara took a deep breathe and gathered all the courage she could muster and yelled, “Leave me alone!”

The man in front of her laughed, “Did you hear that boys? She’s being so rude to us! Should we punish her?”

Hearing that her body felt numb. She had to escape. Mara attempted to run past the man in front of her but her just grabbed her and his friends rushed behind her.

“Oh no, you can’t leave.” He stated.

Mara struggled and yelled, “LET ME GO!”

One of the men behind her covered her mouth and whispered harshly, “Not till we have fun with you girlie!”

“That’s what you think!” Someone said, but it didn’t sound like a person, it sounded like a monster.

A figure jumped off the wall and landed on its feet. The three men stumbled back and screamed in fear, Mara’s eyes widened, it really WAS a monster.

It was seven feet tall and huge! It’s skin looked like black tar smoothed on a bodybuilder’s body, with a large white spider printed on it chest. The monster’s teeth were razor sharp with large amounts of saliva oozing from its mouth, it had what seemed like a permanent, demonic smile, and its eyes were pure white blotches, emotionless, but so sinister looking. Its stare just pierced the souls of the four humans in front of it.

“Despicable villains, threatening an innocent! We hate scum like you!” The monster stated lifting its muscular arm up and shot white webbing at the chest of the criminal standing in front of Mara, and pulled him fiercely towards him. The man screamed before the monster punched him in the face, knocking the man out stone cold and fall to the floor.

“O-Oh my God..!” Mara thought shaking staring at man that fell to the ground, he didn’t move, was he dead?

“LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” One of the men shouted, before he and his friend started to run the opposite of the demonic spider.

Mara wanted to run but she was petrified. What did this demon want with them?

“Not so fast!” The creature said shooting webs from its hands again. The webbing wrapped around the men’s legs and it pulled them harshly, making them scream as they fell face flat on the ground. Then the monster started to drag them towards it, “We’re not done with you quite yet!”

“Oh God please--! Someone help us!” One of the men shouted as they were dragged.

The other man clinged onto the college student’s leg tightly making her yelp as she fell on the floor and dragged with them.

The monster sneered as he snatched the man who held onto Mara away, forcing him to let go of her.

“You scum! It is too late for you to beg for help, you poltroon!” The monster stated before its long slimy tongue slipped out of it mouth and licked the scared criminal’s cheek, “Did you know we like brains?”

“Brains!?” Mara thought horrified covering her mouth with her hands.

The man stared at him terrified, tears leaked from his eyes, and his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest, “P-Please! I-I’m s-s-sorry!”

“Too late for atonements we’re afraid.” The monster said simply as it’s oily skin crawled onto the man’s face and covered in completely, “Hurting the innocent is the most hideous sin, my boy.”

The woman and the other man watched in horror as the man struggled and thrashed in midair. He kept struggling till he went limp and the spider man dropped him to the ground.

Limp and lifeless, just like his friend next to him.

The last man was shaking, he and the girl next to him couldn’t comprehend what exactly was happening. A strong smell waft through the air, it smelled like urine. Mara looked at the man next to her, he pissed himself. Oh God, it was so weird seeing criminals being scared shitless… Well… pissless.

“Now for the last one.” The monster said glaring down at the two humans under it. It squatted down over the piss soaked man with its tongue out, “Mmm-Mm-Mm! We can’t wait to eat your brains.”

The man just shook in fear as the monster’s tongue and gave him a lick on his cheek. The third and last criminal fainted making the behemoth chuckle. It the grabbed the man’s body and and sprayed webbing on him to stick the man to the wall.

“Miscreants like you should not be done with so easily.” It said grabbing the other men and webbed them to the wall, “But we have to tend to the lady.”

“Tend to the lady!?” Mara thought as the monster turned to her, its eyes pierced her soul. When it took a step towards her, she got up and booked it. She did not want to die this way.

“Wait! Mara! Don’t be scared!” The creature shouted with its long muscular arm reaching out towards her.

Her mind went blank. It knew her name!? Distracted from her own confusion the young woman tripped over her bike and fell hard on the floor. Her bookbag slid away from her and Gwen’s headband fell off of her head. She felt pain on her right arm as she struggled to get up.

Mara then felt strong hands grab her from her waist and lift her up gently to her feet. Once the hands let her go she turned around to look at her savior.

“Who are you?”

“Sorry for being rude.” The monster said patting the top of her head, “We’re Venom.”

“Ve-Venom?” She whispered before remembering seeing him in newspapers.

Venom Lethal Protector! Venom the Alien Menace! Spiderman and Venom: Arachnids of New York!

“The… The Lethal Protector?”

The creature couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“We see you’ve read the papers...” He said shaking his head, “...We don’t care for that title much.” The monster looked back up at the woman before noticing the scrape on her arm, “Poor thing. Here.” Venom then grabbed her arm and webbed the wound. “That’ll help it heal.”

“O-Oh…” Mara said rubbing her arm, “Thank you.”

“Where are you heading to?” He asked picking up her bookbag and headband.

“Crown Heights.” She answered as he gave her back her bag. She wore it over her shoulder.

“That’s not far from here, we’ll give you a lift.” He then placed the headband on her head.

The woman blushed and shook her head, “No that’s okay. I have my bike.”

“Nonsense.” The alien said grabbing her bike and webbed it to the wall, “We insist. We will take your bike home afterwards.”

“I appreciate the offer but---” She said as Venom lifted her up, “Ahhh!”

“We’ll get you there in no time.” He embraced her making her wrap her legs around his waist.

“S-Sir. I can go by myself.” Mara said before the black alien walked on the wall making her stare at the ground as they got higher and higher. She tried to find an excuse for him to put her back down, “Venom, we can’t just leave the men there!”

“The law enforcement will handle them.” He said simply as they reached the top of the building, “Hold on tight Mara.”

He then jumped from the building, making the college student close her eyes and held onto the spider for dear life. She felt his cold smooth skin against hers as he swung building to building. It was hard but yet he could expand it, like he was made of liquid marble.

To most people who didn’t live in New York would think that was ridiculous, but when you live in a city that had men made of sand, water, and electricity. So marble skin that could stretch wasn’t too far fetched.

They were both silent for a few minutes before, well the alien was singing a song. Mara believed the song was Mr. Telephone Man by New Edition. It was odd hearing a sweet song being sung by a deep voiced monster. It was terrifying.

When Venom finished his song he started humming. Curious of where she was, she opened her eyes to see the streets below her. Mara gasped and clenched her eyes back shut and wrapped her arms and legs tighter around her transporter.

The spider gave an awkward grunt as he continued to swing building to building, “Afraid of heights?”

“No… Just falling. (To my death.)” She answered with her eyes still closed.

“We’ll never let you fall.”

“Thank you… Good to know.”

“Being sarcastic?”

“No no! Just…” She gulped, “Just want to be put down.”

They were silent for a few moments, making Mara feel bad that she hurt her savior’s feelings.

“You can let go now.” Venom said.

“No no no! I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings!”

“You didn’t.” He said as he patted her back, “We’re here.”

The woman’s eyes snapped open to see that she was on top of a building, but the world started to spin so she closed them again.

“Dear lady.” Venom said awkwardly, “Are you still scared of falling..?” “... Yeah.” She admitted sadly, “Everything is spinning.”

“Ah, we see.” The hero said looking around not knowing what to do, “We’ll just sit you on the ground.” Venom’s skin expanded lifting her off of him and gently placed her on the ground.

She opened her eyes, she was still dizzy.

“Th-Thank you.” Mara said standing up but stumbled to the monster making him catch her, “S-Sorry.”

“No problem Mara.”

She moved away from him, “How do you know my name!?”

He was silent for a moment before answering, “We read your mind.”

The college student looked dumbfounded. Could he really do that? Well this is New York, anything can happen.

“So where do you live so we can deliver your bike there?”

The woman blinked before answering his question, with a question, “I thought you could read minds?”

“We’ll just leave your bike then.”

“So you don’t read minds?”

“We’ll leave now.” He said as he hopped on the ledge.

“It’s 300 Quincy Street in Brooklyn.” Mara said making him turn his head back at her.

“300 Quincy… Got it.”

He was about to jump off before Mara called out to him, “Oh Venom…”

Venom looked back at her, “Yes?”

“Thank you… for saving me.”

“No problem. Take care of yourself, Mara.” The man said with a grin (A bigger grin than usual.), before hopping off the building and swung away with his webbing.

Mara went to the edge and watched him till he was gone before realizing she was on the roof of Neil’s apartment building.

“Can he read minds or can’t he?” She asked herself before grabbing her phone and called Neil.

“Hello?” Neil answered.

“Hey uh, Neil? I’m on the roof.”

“The roof!? The roof of what?”

“Your apartment.”

“My apartment!?”

“Yeah. And I can’t exit the door, so can you open it for me?”

“How in the hell did you get on the roof!?”

“Long story, can you get me please?”

⧫⧫⧫

After Neil opened the door on the roof for Mara, they hurried to his apartment. She told him about getting mugged but being saved by Venom.

“Who?”

“Venom.” She answered earning a stare from Neil.

“The Lethal Protector?” She said earning silence. The woman sighed and grabbed her phone and googled the hero. She faced the phone to him that had a picture of the spider creature standing on a rooftop with his tongue out.

“That’s a lot of man…. But a whole lot of ugly.” The oriental student said simply as Mara put her phone away.

“He is rough around the edges but he’s nice… I just can’t look at him for a long time.”

“Because he’s ugly.” Neil stated.

“Y-Yeah.” Mara nodded.

“Like… I don’t mind him using his tongue on me, he just needs to wear a bag over his head and I’ll call him daddy.”

Mara laughed, “Eww. No thank you.”

The male student chuckled before stating, “You’re not going home tonight, you’re sleeping with me.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s a blessing to sleep with me girl!” He stated before grabbing plates of food, “Also I don’t trust you being alone after all of that. You’re sleeping here tonight, come with me to school, then I’ll walk you home.” He then placed a plate of pancakes, sausage, and eggs in front of her.

“You know, I don’t mind. I felt lonely in the apartment anyways.” The silver eyed girl said, “But what do I do for clothes?”

Neil smirked devilishly, “We don’t wear clothes here.”

“I do.”

“Fine. I have a spare skirt and turtleneck in a box.”

“Where did you get that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Kay.” The girl said simply before she started to eat the breakfast her friend made, it was delicious.

Later they watched movies and shows together till it was time to go to sleep. Mara wore Neil’s shirt and shorts to bed in his spare bedroom and quickly fell into slumber.

With a day she had, sleep was a must.

She enjoyed her sleep before Neil woke her up in the morning, shaking her shoulder.

“Mara! … Mara!”

Groggily she woke up confused, “Wh-Wha---”

“Look!” He stated before showing the front page of the Daily Bugle Newspaper.

She rubbed her eyes before examining the paper. It had a picture of Venom swinging around a building, holding her bike. The colorblind girl then looked at the headline.

Venom Steals Bike!

“Oh my fucking God…”

#fanfic #venom #electro #max dillon #eddie brock #spiderman #Love&Gloom

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Bullet

(((Prompt!: Not in a relationship, Spidey takes a bullet for Deadpool.)))

~*~

Deadpool cranked the headlock he had on the would-be assassin. The thug was a large meaty two-bit for hire, the kind of lug-head amateur that would never deserve the title of mercenary. Wade halfheartedly hoped whoever hired this idiot and his three idiot friends to kill the mayor hadn’t paid upfront, because he and his web slinging BFF basically had this sorry excuse of a assassination attempt over before it could really start. City Hall was evacuated, Spidey was taking care of idiots one and two, and Deadpool just about had idiot number three down for the count.

“Shh, go to sleep, princess,” Deadpool hushed in a mock-loving tone. “It’s way past your bedtime.”

Wade placed his foot up on his unconscious foe’s chest in triumph. “See Webs, I’m so awesome at not un-aliving people now that I didn’t even make…” Deadpool was turning his body around as he spoke so he could face the webbed hero, who was dealing with the other knuckleheads on the other side of the lobby last he saw. Wade had turned just enough in time to see a lone fourth knucklehead assassin that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere in that place instead, the gun he was holding smoking. The bullet was already on its way directly toward him, and Deadpool didn’t have enough reaction time to do anything. Except for thinking, fuck, this is gonna hurt. But it didn’t hurt, because someone else in that room had the reflexes of a meth riddled ninja —or a spider, whichever.

It played out in front of Deadpool in slow motion. Spider-Man diving in to the merc’s line of view, coming between him and the gunman, and Spidey catching the bullet in his shoulder. Spider-Man landed on the ground with a painful grunt, and Deadpool’s heart just about stopped. The merc almost didn’t believe what he just saw, but being flabbergasted had to wait. Now was the time for rage. Now was the time for Wade to waste that motherfudgin’ son of a toad pecker who just shot his bestie. Deadpool pulled out one of his guns, unfortunately loaded with rubber bullets, but they would do. The vengeful merc aimed true, shooting the gun out of the offender’s hand. Wade then went into a full on sprint toward the man, like a lioness after one hell of an asshole gazelle. The man in turn tried to run away, but in his haste he wasn’t really looking where he was going and ran straight into the large webbed up entry way where assassins Tweele Dee and Tweedle Dum were trapped in there own little webbing cocoons. The full front of the man was stuck against the web, and Deadpool had to use all of his willpower not to batter the criminal. Deadpool needed to do the hero thing and not kill or maim a defenseless man, even if that man was beneath the likes of toilet scum.

Wade hurried back to the fallen spider, the bug boy still laying on the floor where he landed. Deadpool knelt down beside him and winced at the sound of Spider-Man’s pained breathing.

“Before you say anything, I’m fine.” Spider-Man spoke calmly, almost but not quite keeping the wounded tone out of his voice.

“Sure you are, just like I didn’t get off on a Justin Bieber/Bea Arthur crossover fan fic last night. Oh bless you rule 34.” Wade hummed cheekily, but he rushed back into seriousness. His beloved spider was hurt, and Wade’s heart ached for him. “We should get you looked at. That bullet needs out. What were you even thinking? Did you forget I have a healing factor? Did you…” Deadpool trailed off, his brain truly coming to realize what Spider-Man did. “Wait. You took a bullet for me.”

“Yeah, and it was a pretty stupid idea.” Spider-Man sat up with a grunt and used his opposite hand to shoot webbing over his bleeding wound.

“True,” Deadpool relented. “But you took a bullet for me. Like literally dove in front of a bullet so I wouldn’t get shot. Like literally threw all caution to wind to so I wouldn’t get hurt. Like flew in like Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball and-”

“Okay okay, I get. Just shut up.” Spidey interrupted. “Don’t make this a big thing, Wade. It was just…just a dumb lapse of judgement on my part.”

“You mean like, you care about me soooo much that when you saw me in unknown danger you just had to save me? Oh, baby boy,” Deadpool beamed, clutching his hands together in joy, “you love me!”

“Oh god…” Spider-Man face palmed, and whether it was from annoyance or embarrassment was up for grabs. “I don’t… What I mean, I just… Ugh, just stop acting all giddy. You were a friend in harm’s way, and I had a knee jerk reaction.”

Deadpool squealed. “He called us friends!”

“Despite me seriously regretting stopping that bullet, yeah, of course we’re friends.”

Spider-Man grunted as he moved to get to his feet. Wade knew Spidey was admittedly one tough mamma-jamma so the merc felt pretty sure that the hero didn’t need his help staying steady, but Wade helped nevertheless, slipping one arm around the spider’s waist, and his other hand gripping Spidey’s uninjured shoulder. Happily, Spider-Man let Deadpool keep a hold of him, and Deadpool may have been beaming a little because of it. The victories of Spidey’s obvious love just kept adding up.

“Best friends?” Deadpool questioned in a sing-songy tone.

Spider-Man let out a sigh, almost like in defeat. “Maybe it’s the blood loss talking, but yeah, I think somehow during all the madness we’ve been through… Yeah, you’re my best friend.”

Wade felt like magical unicorns were prancing around in his insides. He couldn’t help but give his true bestie a gentle squeeze.

“Wade.”

“Yeah?”

“Get your hand off my ass.”

Okay, so yeah, it was less of a hug and more of a grope. Deadpool let out an innocent chuckle. “Can’t blame a brotha for tryin’.”

“Just get me outta here, would you? The cops can handle it from here. I can’t travel by thwip-thwip like this…well, I could but I’m just gonna be annoyed by myself saying ‘ow’ the whole time. How’d you get here anyway?”

“The Deadcycle. No, the Deadbike. No, the Motorpool? Whatevs, still workshopping the name. Let’s just call it my pimp ass motorcycle for now. So get ready to snuggle up all close to my backside, love bug.” Deadpool grinned through his mask.

“I can think of some other things I’d like to do to your backside,” Spidey quipped.

“Woah, hot flash,” Deadpool fanned himself with his hands. “You flirting with me, Webs, or making a threat?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Deadpool moaned in spite of himself. “Damn, baby boy, keep talking like that and you’ll have more than a bullet inside you tonight.”

Deadpool was promptly shot with a face full of webbing.

~*~

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ijnttio · 8 years ago

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For the past year, I have been making alot more money, I have been doing my dream job, I should be happy about that hey?

Sometimes I am, sometimes I want to jump up and down for joy about how far i’ve come, and the exciting things to come.

Other times, i’m just like I am now, a log just laying here, can’t be bothered to put on clothes, can’t be bothered to make food, even though my stomach is growling, can’t be bothered to drink water even though my mouth is as dry as a desert.

I think it must be depression, but I think of other people I know who have had depression, and it can debilitate them so they have never done much in their life because depression has been holding them back. It makes me feel like maybe I am just being whiney, and I don’t really have it at all, and that this is just a momentary lack of feeling. Then I think, well hey, i’ve been experiencing these feelings on and off for well over 10 years, that can’t be a coincidence can it? I’ve had friends who have had depression roll their eyes at me confiding in them that I feel like I may be going through some form of depression, as if they are the only people who could ever have it. I was trying to get advice and ask for help, and I get attitude. I have never brought it up with them again.

I think i’m going to try to go to a walk in clinic tomorrow and finally, for the first time ever seek professional help, i’m not sure if this is the way to go, but I honestly have no idea what to do, google only helps so much. For some reason writing in this blog is lifting a bit of the heaviness thats been pushing on my chest for the past couple weeks, so maybe I should just continue this? Will I go through with the doctor appointment? I don’t know, i’ve been trying to summon up the courage to do it for nearly a year now, and I have yet to actually see it through.

I’ve never been actually suicidal, I feel like one of the main things that has prevented me from even trying has been “what if I survive, and my family just makes fun of me for having attempted? My cousin once wrote a suicide letter years and years ago but didn’t go through with it and my sister laughed behind her back calling her a crazy bitch, she’d probably have worse things to say about me” Honestly though, I really don’t think i’d even try, I don’t want to die, I just want to feel like the old me again. Sure, I used to self harm when I was a teenager, but that wasn’t actual attempts on my life, I found that it gave me physical pain to make the pain inside seem less? if that makes sense? When my mum discovered I had little cuts on my wrist she freaked out and basically called me an idiot and made no attempt to actually find out why, and try to remedy anything, it just blew over and was never talked about again. That made me feel even worse about myself, but by then I had discovered street drugs and was self medicating while trying to be a fun person, I managed to be somewhat popular at that time, though the friendships were meaningless because we were all party friends. I found my best friend around that time, him and I were almost inseperable (as much as we could be with him living one town over) and we were thick as thieves until I moved to another province, then he moved to the same province, just another city, then I moved to that city to go to college, and we tried to make that friendship spark again, but it never took momentum, because we were party best friends, not real ones. It makes me so sad to know my best friend of 7 years wasn’t real. He never cared about my problems when I tried talking to him about them, but if we didn’t talk about his problems I was the worst person ever. I knew our friendship was over when I decided to do my birthday celebration on my actual birthday, just a dinner since I had to go to class the next morning, he refused to come because “you aren’t like going out out, i’ll just stay home” That hurt, but not as much as it hurt to see pictures of him on Facebook from that night out partying only a few blocks away from where my birthday dinner was. That was the end of that friendship.

That brings me to another old friendship that went awry. Because of me, because I was selfish, and because I was a shitty teenager that wanted to be cool and have new cool friends. I really regret this because she was such a great person, and was always great to talk to, and I feel like if our friendship lasted to adulthood, she would probably be helping me through my issues right now. We were hanging out almost every day, I would usually go to her house because I didn’t like being at home because my parents were drunks at the time (mostly sober now though) and my sisters treated me like absolute garbage, I honestly think my one sister is the biggest reason for alot of my mental health issues, and why I get such anxiety when it comes to social situtations, and believeing nobody cares about me, but that is for another time. Anyways my friend and I did everything together, all the stupid teenage stuff like trying our first cigarette, stealing a sip of her dads beer, going out to movies and just generally being teenagers at the mall (so typical, I know). We went to different schools, but that didn’t stop us from always finding each other. Eventually I met another bestie, someone who would turn out to be probably the biggest mistake of my life (I was like 13 at the time, and I am now 25 and I still consider her to be my worst mistake of life) and she got me into all sorts of trouble, she got me into doing ecstasy, cocaine, acid, mushrooms, who knows what else was mixed in with all that shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if I inadvertently did meth. Anyways I thought my old friend would give me shit and not want me to be doing all these things, so I simply stopped talking to her, I never gave her a reason, I never gave an explanation, I just fucking dissapeared. It was an awful thing to do, and I still regret it everyday, I ruined of the best friendships I had for a girl who ended up getting me suspended from school, getting me into drugs, getting me into trouble with the cops, sneaking out of my friends basement at 4 am when we were 14 years old to go get drugs. Obviously yeah I could have said no to all of these things, I didn’t have to go with her, but I was just so excited to get included in with a “cool kid” that I basically said fuck it, and fell down the rabbithole of self destruction, I think this was the beginning of my depression, and I know it’s the reason I have a hard time remembering things, and I have a hard time thinking about stuff, i’m more than certain I have a bunch of little holes in my brain from all the drugs we did. Luckily for teenage me, my parents were usually too drunk to even realize anything was going on, I narrowly missed getting caught only a couple of times, but I really wish I hadn;t gotten away with it so much, I wish I had been caught, I didn’t like who I was becoming, I could feel myself being a stuck up bitch who thought she was cooler than everyone else, I stood by and did nothing but laugh when she made fun of my old friends, I let her make fun of me and treat me like shit, I let her run all over me and spend what little money I got at that age. I moved to a different province, and she did too and even though she was an hour drive from me, we still managed to get into trouble over there. I can’t remember exactly what ended our friendship, but I think it had to do with me finally standing up for myself and saying no. you can’t treat me like this, you can’t talk to people that way, you need to stop being so arrogant and self centered, you need to get your shit together, i’m trying to save up to go to college and you keep dragging me into this shit again. Then there was some sort of fight about her being a loser for dropping out, me being a bitch because I was calling her out, me being a piece of shit for petty much anything I did. It was awful, and even worse, she spread bad rumors about me through that whole city she lived in, that it even affected me years later, when I started dating a guy from that city. These are the 3 friendships that make me refuse to have a best friend again, not that I can even handle being social enough to have best friend. I think I only really talk to two people, and i’m fairly certain they hate me right now anyways. One I called her out for being self centered because we made plans to go to a certain event and shes like ok lets stop at this place for cheap drinks first, then we get there and it’s for someones fucking birthday which she did not tell me, and she clearly planned on just going to the birthday so why make plans with me to go to the other event? I was waiting all night for her to be ready to go to the event we were supposed to go to hours ago, around 1130 im finally like ok, I want to go the the thing i’m going, if you want to stay here that’s cool, you do you. I wasn’t upset I just wanted to go to the thing I went out for, and she started freaking out being like oh my god why are you making such a big deal I wanted to hang out with you tonight so that’s what we are doing, and I was lik e ok but you didn’t even tell me we were coming for someones birthday, you haven’t even said more than 5 words to me since we got here, it’s cool you can hang out here i’ll just go to thing alone, really don’t worry about it, then she huffs and puffs and makes a huge deal about how now she has to go to the event and leave the birthday party, and we finally get there at like 1am, which is barely enough time to get any dance in, and then she fucking starts passing out, and so I get her water make sure shes ok and coherent and I start taking her outisde to get her a cab, and she refuses to let me come with her, and I hate leaving a drunk friend in a cab, but she wouldn’t let me in so I made sure she gave the driver the proper address and went back inside. I haven’t heard a word from her since...I have no idea if she even remembers the night, but I keep feeling like she’s stewing hate for me. But it’s fine, honestly our friendship is so shitty anyways, I usually don’t like to hang out with her because I know she is very self centered, I don’t think she even realizes she is though, it’s the way she was raised, she can’t help it, she doesn’t know what it’s like to have people tell her no. Everything always has to go with what is easier for her, I suggested we go to a restaurant, she’s like great but let’s go to this location (the one closer to her house so her dad can drive her because the other location is too far). I suggest we go to a movie, and can we carpool since I am kind of on my way to the theatre for you? (I am only 10 blocks out of the way) and she refuses because it’s too far, a guy she was seeing offered to drive me home from the bar and she keeps telling him no I don’t need it, he decides to do it anyway because she is nice like that, she tries to convince him to drop me off at 49th which is about 8 blocks from my house because it’s easier for them to drive to her house from 49th instead of 57th, he basically says fuck that i’ll drive her all the way home I can’t believe you’d suggest that (thanks dude!), I ask her if she wants to come stay over at my place for a movie night, she says oh you should just come to my house instead..it’s shit like this that I just cannot stand, how can a person not realize how selfish they are? This is probably another reason I have issues talking to people.

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