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Him and his concept art.

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just wanted to apologize for the wait on stuff-- i've been crazy busy recently moving to a new apartment & getting ready for gradschool! :o i'm still so, so pumped for everything here, but while i'm still going to be on the slower side for a bit i thought i'd do a d.scord drop for mutuals if anyone wanted to plot or chat while i'm catching up! tysm!

catch me over @ "piouspools" !

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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Earths

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slenderman's gay cousin

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"It's growing on me," Spot says a little sheepishly, and gives the void around them an affectionate pat.

"Too?" He shifts closer, perking up with interest and something painfully like hope. "I've never met someone else who can-- I mean, the incident that turned me into this was a pretty 'once in a lifetime' occurrence, haha."

How utterly fascinating. It's obvious by the stranger's species that he's from a dimension unknown to Johnathon; how common is "shadow travel" among people there? Would it be rude to ask?

John's going to ask.

"So are your portals... natural?" God, does he want to study this stranger in a lab right now. He's starting to sound like Liv.

"You don't have to answer that! It's just that research into the dimensional side of things was kinda my whole life for the past... two decades? So hearing that you can use shadows for local materialization is really, really cool. How does that even work...?"

Belatedly, after a moment of simply staring thoughtfully at his guest, Spot remembers to blurt out: "Well, you're welcome here any time if you need somewhere you can be alone! Mi pet pocket dimension es su pet pocket dimension."

The ramble gets confusing pretty quickly. Macaque kicks himself up so he's floating whatever passes as upside-down here as he listens.

"Well, I'm sure it's endearing to you," he says, not unkindly. Wormhole's a cute name. Once you get past the pun. And the fact that it's a worm.

The full extent of whatever the demon monkey's got going on is none of this weirdo's business, but Macaque will let Spot in on this, deciding that he's probably harmless enough. "So you do the whole portal-creation thing too, huh? Didn't know it could go across dimensions. I can do it too, but my abilities stem from shadows, not" (he wrinkles his nose) "interdimensional travel. Seems complicated.

"Though I suppose if it gets you a nice place to hang out, it's not a bad deal," he concedes. Man, did he wish he had one of those, far away from him getting involved in whatever was happening back home. (Far from getting pulled into other people's orbits—one other person in particular.)

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"About that, at least." That's definitely one of the nicer things his classmates had had to say about him.

"A macaroon? ...macaron? Yes, please!"

He turns the treat over in his hands, contemplating whether it's worth it to tear the thing apart for the sake of savoring separate bites. Ultimately deciding not to cover himself in crumbs, Spot pops the entire thing into the hole on his face with a delighted hum. The food itself tastes wonderful, but he's far more grateful for the fact that she offered at all. They only just met, and yet time and time again she shows him a sort of kindness that he's been sorely lacking for a while now. Maybe once he's got his act together he can do something really nice for her in return!

"This is actually my first, uh, robbery," he says with an embarrassed cough. "I've been living off savings, but I can't do that forever. And besides, I didn't take anything with me when I came here."

For being new to this, too, Ladybug's handling things pretty well.

"You stopped a major bad guy!" Spot says encouragingly, referring to himself despite having just admitted that he's never before committed a crime. He wants her to see that being kind can work in her line of business, even if he might just come back to finish this robbery when she leaves.

"Well, we noticed some glitching when matter was transported permanently or semi-permanently from one dimension to another, but... this is entirely different. There are so many new factors to consider!"

Oh, wow. For something that appears so innocuous, this thing can pack a punch. ...or block one, as the case may be.

"How did you get this, Ladybug? Tech-- magic, I mean-- magic like this is incredible." He doesn't understand how no one's thought to steal it from her yet-- surely even in France they've got their own version of morally dubious research companies that would pay any price to get their hands on something like this.

"Just be careful who sees you use it! You're not like the hero I have back home, whose abilities are a part of him; someone might notice that."

❛ I'm-... ❜ "In ninth grade," she almost says. A slip of the tongue nearly happened, narrowly avoided by a quick stop. She'd recover, continue on as if she didn't almost reveal too much about herself. ❛ …happy you're living up to potential! I guess your classmates must have been right! ❜ She wonders what she'd be voted as "most likely to." Did her school even do something like that? She supposed she'd find out as the year went on. They're both lucky it's Wednesday, it seems the bug had nowhere to be running off to this afternoon. Patrolling was the only thing on her schedule for the next few hours.

How lucky! She practically had all the time in the world to continue this conversation. As he leans in closer she lifts the yo-yo to allow a better view. In her other hand she takes a bite of the macaron, savoring it as he inspects the spotted device within her hand. She chews then remembers she hasn't offered him any. ❛ Would you like one? ❜ She lifts the half eaten treat from her mouth to his line of sight before popping the rest within her mouth. Within an instant she's reaching inside to fish for another to offer up. ❛ Here, it's my treat. ❜ Ladybug now offers another macaron, pink with white polka dots, to the other. There was still one left for Tikki when this was all over. "Magic is just science we don't understand yet!" That brings forth a giggle. She supposed it made sense. Wasn't everything science in a way?

At the mention of figuring out their powers her smile softens. He had no idea how true that really was. ❛ Yeah, I guess we are. You haven't been doing this very long, huh? Me neither. ❜ Nine months was hardly anything in the grand scheme of things. ❛ Glitching? ❜ What, like a video game? She shakes her head, ❛ Not that I've noticed, no. Do things normally glitch when they go into pocket dimensions? ❜ What else has she seen it do? Well… ❛ I can use it as a shield and kind of like a grappling hook. It's how I get around so quickly. I can tie things up with the string and it never runs out. It’s super strong too! I can use it or other people can to breathe underwater if I need to. ❜

She’s practically beaming now, ❛ And there’s my lucky charm! ❜

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What Chess Piece Represents You?

Your Result: BLACK QUEEN.

You are the Black Queen. The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, meaning you are strong in some aspect of your life. Physically, emotionally, mentally, one of these is your strong suit. The queen can move anywhere she wishes upon the board, meaning you have your hands full with all the different tasks and choices in your life. Being the black piece means you work more behind the scenes, working to make sure someone else's plans succeed, or pushing your own agenda. Just be careful who you trust, for all your cunning and beauty, there are reasons why queens were beheaded.

Tagged By: @werspinna, tysm!!    Tagging:  @gardiennes / @eideticspider / @sageshadowed / @canoncompliance / @carnivorousfatality / @vihilum / @ownst0ry / @twntyninenine / @purrvoke / and you!

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@miscxllany // CONT.

"Maaaybe. You'll just hafta wait and see."

He's beaming, his eyes bright behind his glasses. This isn't going to be just any old dinner-- he's been calling every few hours for days trying to get a reservation at a real, fancy restaurant, the kind with intimate lighting and stuffy waiters and live candles (that he likes to poke at and use to make little wax-caps for his fingers, but which he'll definitely leave alone in front of Estelle because that's undignified and weird).

But wait, there's more--!

There's a riverwalk after dinner, gentle lights over the water in the calm summer evening. It should be perfect for some nice nighttime shots, all soft lighting and glimmering reflections that will provide an elegant backdrop to Estelle's even more elegant attire.

John really, really hopes she likes it.

"You just tell me all about your day while I lead us to our mystery destination."

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blackout + internet outage at my place ,,, just ran out to charge my phone + get some internet but 😭😭 going to be gone until work tomorrow night unless things get fixed fast. ty for your patience!

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@ravagercherri asked: 🍒 it started off as an easy enough task , to grab some kind of snack from the convenience store that lay a few blocks from her run down apartment she found home. It was hard when her machine made a hum that was loud enough to give her away. The air on Earth was much worse than it was on Knowhere , or in the safety of the ships. It’s rather pathetic that she has to crouch by an alleyway to wait for the owner to go on his ‘ be back in ten minutes ‘ walk. Then she’d be able to pick the lock and get in there ( this again , was so much easier when she knew what she was doing )

"I knew I recognized that sound!" Spot says, leaning out of a hole that's abruptly appeared directly in front of Cherri. Nothing in his stance or in the volume of his voice suggests any awareness that his friend is trying to be stealthy.

"...actually, I-- well, I didn't know what it was, but I thought it might be you! And I was right!"

Glancing around, he steps out fully from his spot and crouches down with her. Large, lanky, and covered with polka-dots, his attempt at making himself go unnoticed comes across as a little pitiable and a lot comical.

"What are you doing in an alley?" Whatever her motivations for sitting... alone... in a grimy little corner of the street... Spot's crossed paths with Cherri enough by now to know that her plan is bound to be interesting, if nothing else. Curiosity piqued and eager to be of help to one of the few people to have treated him with any decency since his incident, Spot perks up like an excited puppy and leans too far into Cherri's personal space.

"Can I help?"

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"I didn't mean a relationship-relationship. An... acquaintanceship? Tourguide-tourguided kind of thing?"

She's obviously not serious, but Spot perks up anyway. He's far from the big leagues, but he's getting there-- one day, maybe he really will be the most dangerous villain she knows!

There's a joke about states of matter to be made here, but even John has his limits. ...and is too eager to get his hands on free food to waste any time making Silk roll her eyes at him again.

He orders more than would usually be polite when passing off the bill to someone else, but it's not every day he gets to treat himself without the threat of a spider swinging down to stop him. Although he doesn't think he technically needs to eat anymore, it's still nice: a little beacon of normalcy in the face of his very abnormal existence.

"This is so good!" he says with a happy little flutter-step. It seems he's moved past his fears from before and rescinded his demands that Silk take him to the lab right away; he takes a seat at the coffee bar, dumping whipped cream and latte down the hole on his face between "bites" of savory pastries. They're not leaving any time soon.

"By the way, was that black coffee for you or your boss? Me and Liv used to do this thing where we'd drink the strongest stuff we could find for the caffeine, then try to cover up the bitterness with something that actually tasted good. Trust me, it does not work."n

"I...wouldn't call this a RELATIONSHIP, Spot," Cindy mused, arching a brow as they walked. She makes eye-contact with a few colleagues and nods her head, a few muttered words in PASSING. It was odd having this much attention on herself and she starts to feel an ANXIETY attack creep through her veins.

A migraine begins pounding behind her eyes but she keeps her head up, answering questions here and there. A few of the others speak KOREAN, so that made it much more simple to explain the situation without giving too much away.

"No, you're RIGHT. I sure wouldn't know what to do. Mhm. You're honestly the TOUGHEST bad guy I've ever faced," Cindy pacified him, rolling her eyes. "And yeah, it's just CHAI. Otherwise you're being redundant."

(Thank you Pav for the extended LECTURE on the use of the word chai.)

She snorts softly and reaches into her pocket (Yes, I have POCKETS. Girls' suits need more pockets, alright?) and pulled out her card. "I figured you weren't super...LIQUID," Cindy hummed, walking alongside him to the cart, amusement glimmering in her eyes. The barista arches his brows and she waves it off with a free hand.

"Order whatever you want--but I'm going to need..one LARGE black coffee and a large chai latte with ALMOND milk." It was probably better to bring Miguel a coffee BEFORE he realized Spot was there. If he didn't already know. The LESS caffeinated he was, the GROUCHIER he could be--and for what it was worth, she didn't want to see Spot reduced to splotches of black paint on the floor.

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"If by 'excellent timing' you mean 'my regularly scheduled Tuesday shift,' then I guess it is," he says fondly, setting down their morning order of pastries and coffee. The sight of his project lead looking like this is hardly something he's unused to, but he cares about her too much not to worry about her health when she puts basic necessities like sleep on the back-burner. He's urged her to skip the early mornings and all-nighters time after time, but they both know that when it comes to the collider, there's little that either of them would prioritize more than the work at hand.

"Yeah?" John believes her. Setting his concern aside for the moment, he allows himself to be swept up in her excitement and launched straight into the data she has spread out in front of them.

As he scans over her numbers, John's eyes start to widen behind his glasses.

"Ohmygod," he murmurs, more to himself than her, then abruptly lifts his gaze back toward his friend. "You're kidding me. You got these in one night? Alone?"

Ohnn laughs; he simply can't help himself.

"You're crazy, you know that?" He can't stop grinning. There has never been a shred of doubt in his mind or in the mind of anyone else at Alchemax that Dr. Octavius is beyond brilliant, but he counts himself lucky each and every time he gets to see that brilliance in action.

"We've been stuck on this for over a month. How did you just--?" Is there any point in asking? In the span of one day, Liv has untangled an issue that's been a thorn in the side of the entire team; with just a little more work towards that "breakthrough," Ohnn can take these specs and apply them directly to the physical prototype.

But first--

"Okay, okay, enough making the rest of us look stupid. Time for breakfast." And a nap, but he doubts he'll be able to convince her to go that far.

"Let me type these up for you. Time for you to take a well-earned break, Liv."

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"And I haven't lied to you, either, so that's-- that's a good start, isn't it? Honesty. A good basis for a relationship where we continue to not beat each other up."

And where she doesn't let him get beat up by her compatriots.

Although the fact that Spot doesn't fully exist in any given dimension means that he doesn't generally trigger spidey-senses, he's still very much visible, and it's not long before he and Silk catch the eye of those around him. His obvious cuffs and passive trudge through the hall seem to be enough for some of the spiders, but whenever any of them seem too curious (or angry), John scoots closer to Silk and loudly proclaims that "I'm already caught! Spider escort over here! Let's give Silk a big round of applause for subduing me, the Spot!"

Spider-People aren't exactly known for minding their own business, however, and it's only a matter of time before they're coming up to Silk to get the full story.

Doing his best to ignore them and the way they ask Silk for all the embarrassing details of his defeat, Spot continues his conversation with her more and more loudly, which does nothing to help the pair go unnoticed.

"You would be terrified! You wouldn't know what to do! ...huh? No, I mean the-- I'm supposed to just call it 'chai'?" This is 'ATM Machine' and 'PIN Number' all over again.

"Tour! Yes!" That's encouraging. People don't give tours to captive criminals. ...unless it's a tour of a prison, but... whatever.

"You're buying, right? I don't exactly have any money on me, and I don't think either of us want to see me try to rob a spidey-run coffee shop, ahah. Hah."

Yeah--she shouldn't ANSWER that question. Her mind is reeling over the information though. It would FIGURE that Spot originated in Miles' dimension. They were expressly told to keep Miles Morales out of the LOOP on this and now the lines were beginning to BLUR. This was not going to be as EASY as she had hoped.

Or--maybe it would. There was no guarantee that Miles would get INVOLVED. (Keep cool, Cin. You've got this.)

She gives a little HALF smile, hidden by her mask--though she tries to allow it to touch her eyes. "Of course. I haven't LIED to you," Cindy hummed. The YET hung in the air but she let it drop. Her eyes followed his form as he detached himself from her, flickering from him to the other SPIDERS walking around them as if nothing was amiss.

(I wonder why their SENSES haven't triggered yet. Huh.)

"Oh, I'd be terrified. Mhm. Yeah." She probably could've made her TONE a tad more believable, but c'est la vie. Cindy tilts her head to the side at his question. "First off--I'm not SORRY--"

She pauses, brown eyes widening and she looks around for Pav. (Phew. CLOSE one.) "Secondly, chai means TEA, dude. You're asking for tea tea. But--c'mon. I could do with a LATTE myself. This has been a day and a half. Plus, I should be caffeinated for this TOUR."

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Selective RP account for Dr. Johnathon Ohnn / The Spot from Across the Spider-Verse. Written by Blue.

RULES. / INFO FOR INDIES. / ISOLA APP. / PLOT CALL. / WISHLIST. {BANNER CRED!}

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WISHLIST #1 (FOR INDIE INTERACTIONS) ;;

info abt different stages of john's life can be found under my canon verses.

FOR ANY MUSE:

pre-incident threads w human / regular ol' johnny!

any aus set in your character's canon &/or let's build aus together!

FOR MIGUEL / MUSES IN SPIDER-SOCIETY:

inspired by my thread w @eideticspider, threads where spot gets caught. these could work for either regular spot or black-hole / postmovie spot. currently i'd prooobably avoid anything too dark in terms of experimentation on him etc, but i think there's potential for many different avenues there & im open to discussion even of darker themes

FOR OLIVIA OCTAVIUS:

please please please please

pre-collider besties. or ohnn being absolutely terrified of her. or john having an unrequited crush. i am completely flexible when it comes to how you hc their relationship-- i just want them to interact tbh

immediate post-incident angst, comfort, experimentation, etc.

post-incident threads set later, where we can explore what actually happened to liv after the end of i.tsv

FOR MILES:

i don't have many specific ideas yet, but i'd just like miles threads in general tbh.

thinking abt this post every day always. what if they were friendssss ;-; T_T

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"Good. We've gotta look our best for our big show-down! ...how do I look? Actually, don't answer that."

She's definitely messing with him. ...right?

Is it really, really pathetic that he wants to believe her? No one's been nice enough to even pretend to help him since his incident, and despite their rocky start, isn't it possible that he's actually gotten through to her? She's obviously got a soft spot for scientists, since she couldn't stop talking about her geneticist boyfriend, and they have stopped slap-fighting at each other...

At this point, what choice does he have?

"Okay. Okay, y-yeah! That's... true."

Slowly, tentatively, he untangles his long limbs from where he's wrapped himself around her. He still sticks close by like a very pale, very large shadow, and it's obvious he wouldn't be wandering any further away even without the cuffs. With no other option but to put his faith in her, Spot's going all in.

"You can't blame me for being nervous! I'm a supervillain in a whole nest of yous! You'd be scared if you ended up in a dimension full of Spots." At least, he'd hope she'd be scared, and not start laughing immediately. "Let's just go to the lab, okay?"

"Unless you wanna buy me a drink from Spider-Bucks to say 'sorry for messing up your plan with the collider'? I like chai tea and those peppermint mocha lattes, just, uh, putting that out there."

His description matches the FIGURE she's seen back at HQ. Miles. Her eyes widen slightly at this revelation and her chest constricts for a MOMENT. Oh shit. It would figure that this guy would've been created by the kid. Damn. "I'll be sure to tell him," Cindy remarks, a little off.

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "Yeah no--I'm totally LISTENING, Spot." (I'm totally not LISTENING.)

They soar through the portal and she gives a nonchalant little SHRUG. "I think it's perfectly HEROIC to look out for a scientist who just wants to do some research. No offense, but you look pretty OMINOUS. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." Keep him dangling on her hook. They were almost there.

Cindy steps out of the portal, a smug little SMILE hidden behind her mask. (Don't MIND me. Just bringing in Spot.) She tilts her head at his displeasure and watches him, her free hand raising up to STOP him. "Oh! Don't freak out!"

But of course he does.

She's a little discombobulated by the SHIFT and a lot of IRRITATED. Cindy huffs and rolls her eyes. "Are you done FREAKING out? Everything's going to be fine! We're gonna go look around, I'll introduce you to my boss--and you'll be right as RAIN. C'mon, Spot. I could've kicked your ass from New York to San Diego--but I didn't. So...trust me."

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@carnivorousfatality started following?

Well, this can't be good.