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BLINK MF!

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God this place is dead.

Anyway. My cat in a box.

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NO NOT TUMBLR

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What kinda shit should I write of Miguel, maybe Hobie or Miles y'all? If you guys have any other character ideas please share! The fandoms I believe I could really do are Undertale, ATSV, my OCS. Maybe a dap of FNAF security breach <33

Fandoms I probably wont do are: MHA, TMNT, and whatever I dont know Abt, don't worry I'll tell you if I dont understand or know them too well!

Thank you for listening, support and comments are SUPER welcome, so please interact!

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New theme!~ <333

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ITS FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m not saying it’s right, but I understand (x)

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Y'all new followers' dont be shy and req sum drabbles ajd shii <3

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There has been another.

Sorry haven’t posted but heres my apology

Spider-Thorn babysitting Mayday

Something wholesome.

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Drabble thought <33

MIGUEL WHEN HE SEES BIMBOCORE DANCIN, SHAKIN ASS ALLAT

No mayter what size, race, hair, no MATTER HOW BIG YO ASS he is STARIN.

He a hungry man like 🙄💗

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Oscar Isaac.

Oscar Isaac

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Hakuro’s had enough of that fuckin’ pig.

Warning: blue blood and BRIGHT COLORS. lots of em. Also feminine rage against r’s and cops.

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Feminism - My Take as an Autistic Teen Girl.

This is something from a roleplay i’m doing with my OC Hakuro Kinoko, The Feminist Spider-Girl. But it’s also my view about it. This was in ‘her words’ from the roleplay, but its also how I feel about it.

Feminism ain't just 'all men are r*pists' it's a whole thing.

It's a fucking- I dunno what to call it, buts it's women AND men who have had enough of the misogyny, pain, assaults and shit women have had to go through.

Its something that's supposed to protect men that go through it too. Feminism is meant to tear through the filters society and the government shove down our fucking throats because they're full of greed and hatred in their selfish minds and system.

I've seen too many little girls be unfound, r*ped, sexually harassed or just harassed.

I've seen too many little boys have the same fucking thing happen.

I don't just advocate for the women, but the men that have faced or are currently facing the tyranny that is our fucking world.

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Miguel

BOOBA.

💗

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my fic reqs are open

Y’all LEMME SAY IT LOUD

MY FANFIC/FIC REQUESTS ARE FUCKING O P E N

PLEASE.

PplllllEEsassseee IM BEGUNNGGG GO IN MY FUCKING ASKS!!!!

GO!!!!

speak YO TRUTH BITCH

Im sAYING BITCH RESPECTUFULLY RAAHH 💗💗💗💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

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Absolutely.

Do Barbies in Barbie Land play barbie doll too?

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La Mocosa — Miguel O’Hara x SpiderThorn (oc)

Comic Height Miguel (5’10)

Mostly SFW//Mature Language/slightly masochistic Miggy

Google translate Spanish <3

Miguel tries to scold a mentally unwell woman who’s taller than him.

Requested by @unique-high

SpiderThorn has been called into 2099’s office for her many “shenanigans” around the complex. Pranking spiders, breaking rules, playing around during missions— her constant use of ‘Fuck’ ‘Shit’ and other types of foul language. She had been recruited for her obvious power as a spider-woman. Not to mention, her venom. That definitely caught Miguel’s eye, of course she wasn’t the only spider-woman who caught his eye, but she was definitely.. the loudest. Miguel tapped at the screens blaring brightly in the dim-lit room he called his office. Standing on the tall platform, he saw the doors being opened in the corner of his eye, the light from the complex slipping in before suddenly being slammed shut. ‘Of course.’ He thought, ‘Break my fucking doors why don’t you?’. He groaned, shaking his head before placing his left hand on his waist. The definition of sass.

He looked down to the woman entering, listening close as she started to speak. Her voice was more elegant than she was as a whole, yet deep. She definitely had an accent, he knew she was mixed. He believed people called it ‘blasian’ or something stupid like that. “Heyyy, uh, so ya needed me Miguel?”, She spoke loud, her voice echoing in the large area. She stood tall, those damn boots.. he questioned how she could fight in them, considering how tall those platforms and the fucking heels! They were at least six inches. “Miguel?” He jolted, realizing he zoned out. He grunted in response, clenching his jaw before turning. “Thorn,” He paused, thinking for a moment “I believe you know why I called you here, la mocosa?”. The eye’s of her mask imitated a confused expression, before she placed her own hands on her hips.

“No, not really. So, can you tell me? If that’s not too much of a fuckin’ as—“ He interrupted, letting a low growl out as he spoke, “Language, this is one of the reasons, you need to watch your mouth!”. This startled her, Her eyes widening as if offended, “Well excuse me, figured I had a right to speak how I fuckin’ wish Miguel.” She brought her arms up and folded them, growling right back. This only annoyed Miguel, as he suddenly jumped and swung down, landing in front of her.. his hulking figure moving towards her, making her jump a little. “¡Cierra el pico!” He now stood tall infront of her, furrowing his thick brows and scowling at her, “This isn’t about your damn freedom of speech, it’s your attitude! You need to learn to take this seriously!”. He poked at her shoulder, his eyes glistening red for just a moment.. Thorn stared, before the eyes of her mask narrowed into a glare. She was slouched, but now she stood up straight.. towering over the man.

He stood, a little shocked but not deterred, even when she hissed out her response. “How about you hop off my dick, dude.” That’s all she said before she pushed him, it was a surprisingly hard shove, enough to send him onto his ass. His eyes widened in anger and shock, now turning his head up to Thorn— “OCTAVIA.” He spoke out her name in a pissed tone, getting up with his claws out, “You WILL obey me, ¡la mocosa!”. She still stood, unmoving, “Like hell I will, limp dick, by the way what the fuck does ‘la mocosa’ or whatever mean. The fuck you calling me?!” She snapped, flexing her hands at him in an aggressive manner, showing her large sharp claws in those damn gloves of her suit.

He stared, flabbergasted that this woman was so brave to threaten him. He was in complete shock, how dare she?! He growled back, walking close to her again.. “It means brat you INSOLENT—“ He stopped, and took a deep breath through his nose and clenched his jaw. “You are such a pain.” He said, his tone filled with his pent up frustration. She only laughed, relaxing as she watched his reaction “Man, you really are a fucking dick. Calm the fuck down, dude.” Her mask imitated a smile using the eyes, her now leaning in close to his face. “Getting worked up over a few pranks, huh. Pussy, can’t people take a fucking joke?” Her pranks were more or less childish, pretending to almost fall to her death but catching herself at the last second though was not. She suddenly hunched over him, pushing him into the nearby wall and caging him in with her own large figure.

“You’re adorable, Miguel. Really, I mean it.” She whispered, giggling all the while he had an expression of confusion, anger, slight embarrassment, and her scent was starting to drive his mind crazy. She smelled spicy almost, yet very alluring at the same time. He could smell her musk from moving all day, it was almost lustrous— it filled his nostrils and made his mind blank a bit. Miguel sputtered, whispering back “Wh- What?”. This just made her laugh harder, before pulling her mask off, all her fluffy locs frizzing out and cascading down her back.. She tugged the front of her turtleneck down, revealing the rest of her face and her thin lips. “I said you’re adorable, damn.. is old age gettin’ t’ ya? Already? Damn.” She teased, before bringing her face closer until her lips were inches apart from his. Miguel’s heart was skipping and racing all at once, his brain trying to process all that was happening. Should he be violent, should he kiss her— wait why would he KISS this bitch?! He wasn’t entirely sure, but fuck that smell was making him feel intoxicated.

“Miguuueeelll.. You good? You’re zoned out..” she cackled, her right hand moving onto the man’s waist— making him flinch and react with his hands on her shoulders pushing her back. “Out.” He shuddered, speaking sternly. She made a face, raising an eyebrow “huh?—“ “OUT. NOW.” Miguel shouted, his fangs showing. She was confused, but shrugged, “uhh..’kay.. bye?” And then she left, completely confused about how he reacted. Miguel watched as she left, and when she was completely gone and he made sure of it.. he sighed, grunting “Lyla—“ she appeared beside him, with a big smirk “…cancel my meetings for today.. tell them I fucking died.” Lyla laughed, and nodded, giving two thumbs up and finger-guns, “Gotcha Miguel, I gotcha!”. Miguel sighed, facepalming and dragging his hand down his face.. Before going to his desk chair and.. staring in dismay at the growing boner he now had to attend to.

“…Dios mio..”

Translations

¡Cierra el pico! - Shut your mouth!

Dios mio - My god

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My three ocs

Hakuro Jenni and Kimchi!

The Best Girl Trio