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Amazing how retarded some people can get.

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Have you ever partaken in the flesh of another?

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You inspire me to draw in a sketchbook, even though I'm resting now

It turned out funny under such words

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Me Launching The Greatest Patriotic Speech In A Group Chat Where Nobody Will Read It.

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You don't understand how overpowered is the ability to create memes or shitposts about other people. I can actually go and load up photoshop and make fun of anybody in my friend whatsapp groupchat however I see fit, but they can't make on in return because either one is busy, another one still uses gimp, and one is just lazy to open photoshop .

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Get a life.

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In the coastal town of Seaford, a young man closed his family's butcher shop for the night. Taking a deep sigh and scratching his head, he found himself in a pickle. He could have returned home, but his friends were currently at the night plaza where there was an arcade event with a chance to win a VR set. It was a rare opportunity for such advanced technology to reach their small town.

The young man's name was Michael. He wasn't particularly interested in this type of technology, but he knew his childhood friend and best friend, Killie, had a thing for it. "What should I do?" he pondered. Killie's birthday was just a few months away, and Michael knew he could easily win the event since he had a track record of achieving high scores in certain games that would guarantee him enough points for victory.

However, he had just purchased an intriguing book that he couldn't wait to start reading. He had been eagerly anticipating its arrival, going so far as to order it and pay for its shipping and handling costs since the local library didn't have it. Now that he had the book in his hands, the dilemma intensified.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his back. "Hey-yo!" greeted a friendly voice. It was Sara, Michael's and Killie's other childhood friend and best friend. In a small town like theirs, everyone's families knew each other, with each family managing a different type of shop. Michael's family ran the butcher shop, Killie's had a bakery, and Sara's family owned a coffee and drinks shop.

"Y-yeah! Huh? Oh, Sara, when did you get here?" Michael was momentarily confused, as if Sara had magically appeared before him.

"Hmm, about half an hour ago?" she teased.

"Half an hour?!"

"Haha!" she laughed. "I'm just kidding. I closed my shop too and happened to pass by here."

"Hmm, I see."

"Let me guess," she playfully placed her index fingers on opposite sides of her forehead and hummed. "Night. Michael. Shop closed. Plaza. Book." She continued naming different things while humming between each word. "Aha! Got it. You're unsure whether to go to the plaza or go home to read the book."

"I still can't believe you can do this."

"Believe what you see, not what you think. But I'm right, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are. You know that Killie's birthday-"

"Is two months from now, and you want to win the VR set for her. Obvious as the 'S' in Sara."

"Am I that easy to read?"

"You have no idea how easy," she remarked.

"Ugh!"

"Let's go to the plaza together. With my help, you can win the prize and still have time to read the book tonight."

"Don't worry about it. I have friends waiting for me there, so I had the same idea."

Sara playfully jumped and lightly punched Michael's stomach, causing him to let out a little squeal. "You're not just easy to read but also a bit dense. Let's get a move on, you hear!"

As he clutched his stomach, Michael whimpered, "Y-yes, ma'am," and followed her to the plaza.

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The rundown: You looked like someone Miguel terribly misses– his daughter. (FIRST PART)

Content: Miguel x Daughter!Reader (wc: 1359)

“Have you thought about it already?” 

The girl remains focused on her drawings, doodling away. “About what?” She mumbles a reply, without turning her gaze, still engrossed in her drawings. She knew what he was going to say anyway.

Miguel reaches forward and tenderly tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Your quinceanera, Gab.” He remarks warmly. 

She only laughs in return, shaking her head. It's silly, she thinks to herself. "I'm not even near being fifteen yet!" she protests in between fits of giggles. It occurred to Gabriella that his father had an ulterior motive from the sudden pique of interest in her hobbies and likes; he wasn’t particularly chatty, so the past few weeks had pushed her to finally ask him what he was trying to do. 

She didn’t understand at first. Miguel, very patiently, explained that a quinceanera was a special once-in-a-lifetime event for every girl. It was more than just a birthday celebration, it was an important milestone in her life. But she quickly discouraged the idea, not wanting to think about it so early. They had all of the time in the world, she thought, there was no reason to rush.

“I just want it to be special.” He says, “Your mother would’ve wanted that.” 

“No te preocupes, papá.” She reassures her with a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll make it special.” 

The clip ended, the screen slowly fading until only his reflection remained in the empty frame. All he could see now was a hollow shell of a man looking back at him; his expression blank and unflinching. Miguel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. That scene had etched itself into his mind, burning– mockingly so. 

Nothing could ever fill the hole that his daughter had left in his heart - like when he first held her in his arms so many years ago; her presence still obvious on his chest where her memories had imprinted themselves, a permanent reminder of the loss of a child. He trudged through life with heavy feet and an even heavier heart. 

He wonders if things could’ve been different or if he would always be incapable of keeping people in his life, always slipping from his fingers and out of his grasp.

“You’re watching it again,” Lyla appears on his shoulder, sitting there with her legs crossed. 

“What about it?” 

"That's the fourth time today," She says, her voice laced with a trace of worry that she was quick to try and disguise as part of her normal banter. It had become increasingly clear to her that something was amiss and although she was programmed to know anything, Lyla did not know much about Miguel. 

“What do you want?” 

“An anomaly is spotted in earth-829, a renaissance-like hawk wreaking havoc in a modern museum– yikes.” Lyla briefs him, “Jessica is already on standby.” 

Miguel shakes his head, sighing. “Shouldn’t she be on maternity leave already?” He asks, his suit already appearing and opening a file regarding the mission. A hologram opens in front of him, filling in the details. Vulture. “Tell her to go home. I’ll handle this one.” 

“I think you shouldn’t,” Lyla squeaks with a nervous smile on her face. “Think you really shouldn’t.”

Miguel taunts with an arrogant tilt of his head, matter-of-factly declaring, "And who's the one taking orders here?" His mask then slides firmly into place, and a portal opens beneath his feet as he steps through. Lyla knows too well by now that there isn't any room for negotiation. 

As he stepped into the unfamiliar environment, a chorus of cries and screams greeted him from the running crowd. They pushed each other to safety, a few staying to watch spider-man in action. Miguel sighs, cracking his neck as he prepares himself to step in.

However, he slightly flinches as the said hero narrowly avoids him, crashing into the wall behind him with a loud thud. She quickly scrambled back to her feet, dusting the bits of rubble from her suit. “Hello? Mascot-man? I’m kinda in the middle of something here–” 

“I’ll take it from here, kid.” If it wasn’t for the mask covering his face, his nonchalant tone would betray his expression. It was no surprise to him that someone as young as her had been bitten by a spider like so many others before her, but he knows damn well what awaits for her and that is what troubled him every time. 

“And who are you exactly?” She shouts, running towards the anomaly again. 

Miguel quickly binds the vulture's wings with his webs, allowing you to throw in a few punches before the bird regains its footing and takes off into flight. “I’m from another dimension.”

You audibly gasp, the eyes on your mask widening as you swing around, “I knew dimensions were real!” Completely unfocused, the anomaly narrows his eyes before charging towards you– before you could react to your senses tingling, you were sent tumbling to the ground, near the broken pile of rocks and other rubble. 

Miguel loudly groans, getting a hold of the enemy. “Kid, focus!” He barks out, and you immediately snap back to what you were doing, swinging enthusiastically towards him. 

“How did you do it? I mean– I tried to prove it all my life!” 

“Aren’t you 12?” He scoffs at your statement, clearly not a fan of exaggeration.

“14 – and that’s not the point, mascot-man!” 

The fight went on with you chatting and talking his ear off. Miguel had answered in dismissive grunts and his usual ‘it’s classified.’ remark, but he just couldn’t discourage your eagerness in any way. You had tired him out, more than the anomaly did.

Spider-society, magic watch, many more of you– you’ve basically summed up. 

“You should definitely let me join,” You offered cheerfully, cocking your head and wiggling your foot. The battle had finally come to a close, thanks in part to the arrival of a couple more spider-men who lent an extra hand. You had caught up to Miguel, basically begging him to let you in. “We made a great team back there old man!” 

“Old man?” 

“Okay, sensitive,” You muttered under your breath. “But seriously– I could learn more from you!” 

“Kid, listen–” 

You had cut him off again, seemingly not taking no as an answer as you tried to persuade him again. You continued to babble, not leaving any room for him to interrupt. Miguel rubbed a hand over his face, hidden beneath the fabric of his mask, as he groaned in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time today. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to you rambling on and on– patience nipping on itself from your lack of understanding with regards to the matter at hand. 

“First off, I did most of the work back there. If it weren’t for me calling for back-up, you could’ve been injured badly. This society isn’t some school club you can just sign yourself in,” He explained, already itching to return and leaving you in the dust. A liability is the last thing he needed. “You don’t have what it takes.”

You throw your head back, groaning. You take your mask off, revealing a busted lip and a frown. “Whatever, your club sounds stupid anyway.” You mumble under your breath, suddenly feeling worn out yourself. Of course what he said had stung– it had taken so much effort to learn how to control your powers over the past two months since you were bitten by that spider. It wasn’t like there was a manual or a book written for freaks that happened to have superhero powers under such circumstances. You had to learn on your own. 

Turning your back on him, you had fully expected him to disappear as well– but, to your surprise, he was totally motionless; a statue in solidarity unable to shift an inch. His stillness made the atmosphere unbearably tense and although you could not bring yourself to look back at him (well, you did call his club stupid.), you sensed his gaze upon you like a heavy weight pushing down on your shoulders. 

“Gabriella?” 

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here's one of the drawings for a small animatic I'm working on. (I don't even think it's a minute long.) I just really like this drawing

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“You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t breathe.”

— Unknown

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um I have been doing this for a while since I have been loosing motivation a lot when its comes to animation so yeah

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