#<- just remembered spiders are not actually bugs hi hello

[epichnopterix]

can a spidergirl + flygirl truly be friends (yes)

[darling-im-wonderstruck]

you’re always gonna be mine ✧

request : “hello! could you please write something where peter is telling reader how he no longer remembers when he last called reader by her name bc he’s constantly using pet names and it’s all about young love and it’s just 🥺”

synopsis : late nights with peter never failed to put your heart at ease at the end of each long day. all your worries and doubts seem to disappear in his presence, including your fears about first loves (and first heartbreaks).

pairing : peter parker x reader

wc : 772

warnings : nothing worth warning ! mostly fluff, and the tiniest bit of angst if you squint ! + normal sized text below !

a/n : hii <3 it’s been so longgggg, i hope this fic makes you smile as much as it did for me ! would love to thank @strawberrystarcake, my beloved sister for the summary <;3 this and @parkerpeter24 + @toms-gf for encouraging me throughout the process and giving me their opinions (love you guyss) 💞 this was a request from my old blog that i only ended up writing now :’)

“random thought, but i honestly don’t remember when i started calling you babe instead of your name.” peter blurts out, seemingly out of nowhere.

it was late at night, you two were all snuggled up in bed, your head rested atop his chest, just about to take a well deserved good night’s rest. right now, he’s unbelievably adorable though. his eyes were halfway closed, his heartbeat steady, and he sported a soft smile on his face that you couldn’t help but return.

you two were basically tangled together, your right hand holding his right, your left gently playing with his hair.

“mm, i can relate. though, i do prefer using lovebug for you.” you smile, removing your hand from his hair and focusing your attention on playing with his hands instead.

“spiders aren’t technically bugs though, they’re arachnids.” he says, earning an eye roll from you.

“shut up.” you chuckled, causing his already present smile to widen.

“but, in all seriousness, i do love that pet name.”

 “in all seriousness, i’m pretty sure that you’ll love anything i say.” you half joke, though, it’s honestly somewhat true.

“you’re right. it’s sort of concerning at this point.” he laughs softly. “wait a sec… is that my shirt?”

“you mean our shirt? yes.” you respond, a proud look on your face.

“well, it looks lovely on you, way better than it does on me.” he looks at you with pure admiration.

moments with peter like this were rare, and so you treasured them. moments of relaxation and peace, it seemed as if the world had gotten in the way of you and peter up until this point.

and you were scared.

scared that, it was some sort of sign. people say young love’s a loss or a lesson for a reason. but somewhere in you, you knew (hoped) that you two would be the exception. but being like this, with peter was what took all your doubt away, and where the doubt was, it was replaced with all the love you could ever give and hope for.

this, is where you always wanted to be. this is what you always wanted to feel.

a moment of silence followed, comfortable silence. just enjoying each other’s presense. god, you loved this.

“i love you.” you say, breaking the silence.

peter leans in, giving you a kiss on your forehead as he whispers, “i love you too. more than i could ever express with words.”

“you’re actually perfect.” you smile, gently tapping the tip of his nose, immediately causing a flush of bright pink to spread throughout his face. “my everything.” you add.

“you, my princess, are my entire world.” 

you look down, causing a look of concern on peter’s face, “do you ever get scared?” you sigh, looking up, straight into his eyes.

“scared of…?”

“i dont know, just, this, all of this, going away?” you mumbled softly, but peter heard you, and most importantly, he understood you.

“well, if i’m being honest? yes. sometimes i am scared. i’m afraid that we’ll lose what we have because i feel like i have everything i need, here, with me, and the thought of losing it all? terrifying. but, i think that we’re,,, timeless in a way.”

“timeless?”

 “timeless. i almost feel like, no matter what happens, we’re intertwined. i like to think that, at least. like, no matter what timeline, no matter how many years back or in the future, no matter the universe,” he chuckles softly, “you’re still mine and i’m still yours. i dont think that any possible version of me wouldn’t have fallen for you and i think you still wouldve fallen for me too. i mean, who wouldnt?” you giggled at that, softly hitting his arm.

“i guess those thoughts give me comfort, assurance, almost. ‘cause it tells me that, this,” he tightens his grip on your hands, “what we have, is something unbreakable and meant to be. besides, i’m not planning on leaving you anytime soon.” he shoots you a wink, which, you honestly found cute.

“y’know what? i don’t think i have much to worry about anymore.” you say slowly, looking up from peter’s chest to get a look of his face. the sight of his messy curls and skin illuminated by the moonlight from your window made your heart melt.

“oh?” he grins, making eye contact with you. “yeah, not when i have you. you always know what to say. and… you’re right, you still would’ve turned my head.”

a/n : thank you for reading loves ! i don’t allow any reposting if my work here, or on any other platforms. reblogs and feedback are very very much appreciated, luv you all ! requests are open xx

tagging a few of my mutuals ! (hope you guys don’t mind <3 i wont be tagging you guys every time tho ! just for now bc i dont really have a taglist yet) : @live-laugh-lovejoy @cagethemunson @saturnpeter@tomsholland2412 @jesslockwood @maraistookmyheart

[little-cereal-draws]

Details I noticed on my second and third rewatches of Werewolf By Night

Jack reached out to touch the bloodstone as soon as he got to the funeral. If he hadn't been interrupted, he would've blown his cover immediately and been killed, let alone doing anything to save Ted. He's such an idiot (affectionate)

When he's talking with that Scottish hunter in the beginning, he says, “I can almost smell the blood on your hands.” Foreshadowing much?

What happened to Elsa’s mom? They imply it's something 'terrible'/dishonorable but they never say

When they're all being introduced in the circle and listing how many kills they have, when it comes to Jack the line is “And over 100 deaths. Give it take.” I thought it was interesting how they suddenly used deaths vs kills (especially because Jack probably told them that. Let the angst begin lol)

It says "This end up on coffin" lol

Jack chews on his lip during Ulysses’ speech about the strongest hunters gathering and the crusade against monsters. It's so very subtle but you can see he's nervous

Jack looks scared and concerned when they get told the stone would be put on the monster. It's a split second but his eyes get wide and he goes :o

The set is actually amazing, especially the garden maze

In the tomb Jack gets the most brilliant smile when he says he's "not that kind of hunter" and Elsa says she’s not either. He probably thought she was secretly some kind of monster too for a second because his face literally looks like when a dog sees another dog or when a queer person sees another queer person in public. Like "Hello!! You're like me?? Like me??? Hello! Hi!!"

When talking with Elsa about families, Jack says, “My family was very different.” Why does he say "was???" What happened to his family??? (Another opportunity for angst lol)

In that same conversation, Jack also says, “We think that by doing something specific we cannot be like them.” Why does he want to be different than his family? What specific thing did he do? I need more backstory!!

All the bugs and spiders crawling out of Aunt Frances' tomb was a very nice touch lol

Laura Donnelly's (Elsa’s) acting. She's trembling. She genuinely looks terrified but like she’s making herself be brave anyway. The single tear that rolls down her cheek right before he turns and how she just nods at his apology because she can't trust herself to speak? The way she's made herself as small as possible and is partly covering her head in fear but can't look away as they shoot him? The way her breath keeps hitching because she has no idea if she's going to die or not as she reaches out to touch his face at the end? It's so much more genuine and realistic than other MCU acting I feel. Like ofc the other actors in other projects are talented but I don't feel like they get scared often or get scared in a realistic way. Like if I was trapped in a cage with an angry werewolf, I also would be curled up on the floor crying. 10000/10

Before he turns, Jack says he has “systems” in place to stop himself from turning or at least calm it down. Besides locking himself inside, what are his systems?? I want to know!!!

When Elsa asks if remembering people's scents have ever worked before, Jack immediately shakes his head. Almost as an afterthought, he says “Once.” Who was it??? Why is he still so sad if it worked?? Did they die immediately anyway for some other reason??? Did he not recognize their scent until it was too late??? I NEED BACKSTORY! (and more angst)

When Jack asks to be killed as he is "or there will be no mercy," the old lady, who's name I can't remember, says, “Our system is built on mercy for you.” She genuinely seems to believe it for a second before bursting out laughing and going back to being evil. The story is told from the perspective of those against the hunters, but I want to know what the thought process/justification of the hunters is! Ofc they're doing it to protect innocent people from dying (like they mention) and there is certainly an element of personal gain/ego in it but how do they believe they're having mercy on the monsters themselves? What's the ideology behind it all?

In werewolf form, Jack's eyes glow in the dark but when you get up close, they look like human eyes

The blood on the camera. Such a cool touch

A list of things Ted had at their camp: Two suitcases (one with clothes in it), a sunflower mug, a deck of cards, a cowbell (why is there a cowbell??? lol), a gramophone, a guitar, just the phone part of a phone booth (again, what???), a blanket, and a fire extinguisher

Jack uses both hands to hold the sunflower mug because he's so shaky and tired, he would drop it otherwise

The groans Jack makes as he stands up lol That is also how I sound when I stand up

Jack and Ted's banter on the log. It doesn't matter if you don't know what they're saying, you can instantly tell they're best friends. The way they're laughing and pushing each other and how quickly it switches into annoyance. ...Which only lasts a couple seconds before they're chummy again. True friend conversation

Ted's eyes are really cute in color. His pupils are little star/flower shapes

[koogl001]

hello! I was wondering if you could make an Alastor x fem! reader that has haphephobia. You don’t have to if you don’t want but if you do thank you very much!<3

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

Ever since you could remember, you absolutely detested being touched

Well, that doesn’t really mean much as your first memory was arriving here at Hell, which was not so long ago

You always suspected that perhaps, your fear of touch was rooted somewhere in your living life, but couldn’t prove this theory due to your amnesia

Whenever someone touched you, you could almost feel the sensation of bugs crawling underneath your skin which sent you into a panic attack most of the times

When Alastor first arrived at the Happy Hotel (where you were currently working as a receptionist), he did not pay you any mind

That is, until he attempted to shake your hand

When you refused to do so, he took a mental note of what he thought was disrespect from you

But as he got to know everyone a bit better, Charlie seeing as invading people’s personal space was kind of his thing thought it best to inform him of your condition

Haphephobia, an intense fear of being touched

He can somehow sort of relate to you, as he hates being touched as well though he don’t have a problem touching others

And because he can imagine how you feel, he becomes your personal bodyguard, shielding you from the others

He’ll be at your side 24/7, especially if Angel is anywhere near as Alastor knows how touchy the spider demon can get

You find his protectiveness extremely cute

He’s like a big bad deer protecting his darling little doe

It won’t be long however till he reaches his limit, yearning to be touched by his darling but at the same time, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he’ll assemble (or more like kidnap) a team of the best psychiatrists and psychologists in all of Hell in hopes they can help you

There are three main possibilities

Either the root of your problem really lies in the time you were still alive, it’s related to other mental health problems, or it’s just a part of your character

As you slowly start working on your problem, a part of the therapy involves exposure to your fear and trust me, Alastor will be more than happy to help you with that

Of course, he’ll start small, and he’ll be an absolute gentleman about it

He’ll build up a schedule for you to feel more in control where at specific times of after specific events, he’ll administer small touches, always asking permission first

He won’t however allow you to practice on anyone else since you’ll only ever need to touch him and him alone, so there is no need for that

Expect a lot of praise and treats, that might come in the form of actual sweets or small gifts and with each new milestone, he’ll absolutely go out of his way to do something extravagant for you

He’ll be as patient as possible, knowing that one step in the wrong direction can flush all of your progress down the toilet

[loveandmurders]

Hi!! So each Sinclair brother has his thing. Bo has cars, Vincent has art/sculpting, and Lester has animals/roadkill. So could you pretty please write something where either little sister or daughter reader is into bugs? Just doing weird kid stuff like “Caterpillars and ladybugs are my friends. No!! Don’t swat at it!!” And rattling off facts excitedly like “Did you know moths don’t eat and only live for about a week?” But then later her years of having bug collections comes in handy as she grows up to be an entomologist. 💛🐛🐞

Hello there <3 This was such a cute idea, thank you for requesting it!

I hope you'll enjoy <3

LADYBUG'S BEST FRIEND

Warnings: silly facts about insects, mentions of murders, dangerous reader. If there is any mistake I'm sorry!

You were still quite young when your parents noticed your interest in insects. You could be playing in town and whenever a bug or a butterfly or anything would fly near you, you would stop to watch it with a certain fascination.

Very quickly you started to love to follow them and talk to them.

You even called them “your friends” (it wasn’t like you had anyone else in town anyways).

You enjoyed flying insects the most at first, but then you grew as fascinated about the walking ones, like ants, or even spiders (even though they are not insects).

Bo always found that weird, but he was glad he didn’t have to deal with a child who was screaming anytime she saw a little insect coming closer to her. Vincent enjoyed seeing your fascination and how your eyes lit up. Lester also absolutely adored it! He loved roadkills and animals, so your love for insects wasn’t that far and he could totally get it.

You started to ask a lot of questions about bugs and insects to your parents but their knowledge was soon not enough for you.

As you grew older, your love for them never stopped and you continued to wonder about them, and you were often asking Lester to bring you in the woods or somewhere you could discover new insects.

Bo bought you books and he tried to read some to you, even though he found this absolutely boring. He was always gently teasing you for this hobby of yours.

Vincent taught you how to draw animals and insects and dead nature. You became actually quite good and when he showed you some Vanity paintings of the Renaissance, it became your favourite genre.

You started to draw the insects you saw, or to follow some with your notebook and pen but you were always complaining about the fact you didn’t really remember them or that you hadn’t been able to see them well enough to do a good reproduction. So Lester started to bring you the insects he found dead on his way.

He didn’t find them often, but when he did he knew you were going to be really happy about it.

That was how you started to collect insects. And you continued to read books, and whenever you were finding a species you were trying to guess the family, and then you were looking up the exact name of it.

You also started to know a lot about them and you couldn’t help but share facts about them to your parents.

“Did ya know some moths, like the Luna moth, don’t have a mouth and so they can’t eat? And because of that they can only live for about a week?”

“No I didn’t, honey, but ya do have a mouth so please eat your soup now”

“And did ya know one ladybug can eat up to 5,000 insects in its lifetime?!”

“Yes, and ya eat heigh spiders every year, darling”

“That’s impossible, father, because the vibrations of our heart and breath are probably perceived as an indication of danger for the spiders!”

“... Ain’t knowin’ if I should be impressed or terrified right now, Y/N”

“Oh speaking of fear, caterpillars or larvae in general can feel stressed out because of loud noises! Isn’t it crazy that little things like that can feel so much! I wonder if they understand me when I talk to them, like Jonesy!”

Lester loved to listen to you and he totally encouraged you to keep talking about your passion, because he enjoyed how interesting you were but also because he wanted to let you know that he was proud of you and that he was supportive.

The twins listened as well but also shared looks, thinking their daughter wasn’t fully sane (but they still loved you).

You also started to get very interested in poisonous insects and deadly ones.

It was probably because you had been raised by killers, so you always loved dangerous characters in books and movies, and dangerous insects in real life.

You found it fascinating that a little thing could kill a human.

You also loved the idea that one day, a little thing like yourself, could kill a grown man.

On the other hand, it meant that your family wasn’t allowed to hurt one.

Whenever one of your parents would try to get rid of an insect, you would jump on their arms and beg them to let it go and to not touch it.

As you grew up, your collection grew as well: you also had more and more notebooks filled up with drawings and names. You also started to study the insects’ bodies and the way they eat, procreate, react when they feel in danger. You noted everything down in your notebooks. You also tried to fact check the books your parents bought you.

It happened that you sometimes proved the books wrong and you were so proud about it.

As you grew up, your hobby became a lot more serious for you and you started to really want to study insects.

Lester was really supportive of this. Vincent thought it would allow you to keep drawing so he was happy. He was also trying to make you do wax sculptures out of your little friends and you often agreed, so it was all good for him. Bo was quite proud that his daughter was going to study in the field of science, so he was also eager to let you go to college and then university for you to become an entomologist.

You were very grateful, especially because in a bigger city you also discovered how insects were reacting to the human impacts on their environment.

And that was how you decided you wanted to especially study this: the cohabitation and coexistence between insects and humanity.

Later on, you started to write articles about it and to work at a research laboratory that wasn’t too far from Ambrose.

Your parents were so proud they had been able to raise you right enough for you to have a normal job.

At the same time, your “normal” job allowed you to do some research such as reproducing the cell-killing protein of the spider Brown Recluse (Loxosceles reclusa), to make it more dangerous and then to use if on your blades, so now, when you came back home to kill tourists, your attacks were able to create instant necrosis on their flesh.

You ain’t a real Sinclair as long as you don’t use your knowledge to be destructive.

And gosh, your parents couldn't deny: you were one of them.

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[ntls-24722]

hello lgbtq community its ur (almost) daily music man content

Scopophobia and general body horror beware!

WD Gaster DJMM!

Honestly, this was literally just based off the fact I saw WD gaster artwork. For a guy with multiple hands Gaster just makes sense to be my latest victim of Music Man'ification. He was going to be a centipede because centipedes are terrifying but I opted for a snake because i was too lazy to draw a kajillion little hands (even though i've made millipede music men... two)

Buuuut the snake aspect also helps with another little detail - as a focus on Gaster's experience on being yote across time and space, his body extends infinitely, across the cosmos, different realities, different timelines. His body is likely to be found as a black line across space but as he gets more lost his face remains almost never seen.

Long.

@linxprime's Space Guard DJMM!

I notice more details that I missed the more i look at this. I missed two whole arms! and i wish i could've shown his freaky two-thumbed hands, but these were all done in school and i had limited references. I'm probably redrawing your guy tomorrow because there's just simply TOO MANY mistakes.

Though I seriously have to ask you how you came up with the pant contraption. I feel like spiders are one of the the most ridiculous creatures on Earth you could attempt putting pants on and somehow you figured it out.

Pink Legacy! One of the few music men in my roster whose story i can actually explain in a single post.

They're not Music Man - They don't take the role or name of him. But they did take his head and are now wearing it like a trophy!

Way back before Pizzeria Simulator, before Music Man was even auctioned, someone noticed his suspicious demeanor and began to work at the company that created him to be able to secretly inspect him. They cracked him open one night and realized in classic FNAF fashion, "oh shit, there's bodies in this robot" and said robot proceeded to smash their skull between his cymbals before they could squeal about it to anyone, leaving their body to rot in secret.

The insects that aided in their decomposition, for some weird reason, ate them and received their memories. Memories of how to move, how to think like a person, and the very last thing they remember - getting totally murdered. Taking over the rest of their corpse they became this horrific bug colony and turned Music Man into scrap metal and wore his head as a trophy like the freak bug colony they are.

However, while they had their revenge, now as this new being they were haunted by the memories of not what was within him but the person they used to be, with attempts to come back to the friends and family ending in said friends and family being horrified of what just arrived at their doorstep. Eventually they had to flee to the wilderness and leave their humanity behind, though this bug colony began to embrace their new existence (Despite their appearance, Pink Legacy is just a creepy ass hippie).

But eventually humanity finds them again with a high schooler named Tillie finding Pink Legacy in the wilderness, and, despite the creepy haunted atmosphere constantly oozing out of PL, Tillie is admittedly too fascinated by them to not try and fuck around a little.

Despite PL's creepy vocabulary and... everything about them, somehow Tillie is able to discover that PL is harmless and the worst they will do is accidentally cause an ant infestation in your home.

[painttoolyamanaka]

consider: shino sai friendship. the autism bros.. their parallel play would be incredible

YOU ARE SOSO RIGHT ANON and even though I made a post about them already, I’m willing to say it SO MANY TIMES, they’d be incredible friends to each other.

And NOW, I have an excuse to expand on my Shino-Sai friendship ideas, thank you anon 🫶

shino 🤝 sai

younger brothers with tragically young deceased brothers who they miss a lot

I like to think their relationship really progressed after the war, when Shino learned about Torune and ROOT. He could vaguely remember the masked men taking Torune away in his place but Shibi refused to talk much about it because of the grief of losing a child. There was only one ROOT member that might have anything to tell him about his brother before he died and it was Sai.

Sai didn’t know much, but he attempted to tell Shino everything he did know. At first, it was just the basic shinobi report/rundown. Then, he talked about Torune and Fuu and their relationship from what he saw. Sai didn't know much because Danzō made sure to keep the ROOT soldiers apart but he went on a mission or two with Torune and he seemed to genuinely be a good guy, even if he was a bit withdrawn. Sai apologized for not knowing much but Shino cried and told him it was enough. Just knowing his brother wasn't completely broken-in and emotionless, that even if it was terrible, Torune still had the ability to love made him break down. Sai tried his best to comfort him through it.

And that's when they became friends. I think after that, they hung out a LOT. Sai would randomly show up in Shino's house (you know how people headcanon that Kakashi just shows up through the window. well, I think all ANBU do that and Kakashi is the only one polite enough to slam open your window as a warning. Sai and Yamato are just 🧍‍♂️ in your living room).

I think Shino never really got many guests, especially since the Aburames are like the reserved bug family, so he's absolutely delighted to have another friend over that's not his team. He can show Sai his clan's huge bug collection and Sai will not bat an eye at a giant spider in the living room. He'll probably say hello to it.

Shino, pointing at a giant spider in the corner: This is Fluffy she's very sweet but people are scared of her a lot so just don't scream and you'll be fine. Sai, internally: How does one befriend big spider? Hmm...

I also think that after the war, Sai moved from the apartment Danzō gave him and into a small house or something, as a fresh start now that ROOT was disbanded. I know in my heart that Shino is the friend you would call on to help you move.

They try their best to make everything match but then Sai’s house ends up monochrome and Ino has to step in 😭

I think a big part of their relationship is just them understanding each other. Autism parallel play is real!!

Shino can tell on some level that Sai is like him. They’re strangely similar actually, I think they resemble each other more than Sai ever resembled Sasuke, especially later in life.

Shino, standing nearby Sai, waiting for him to start a conversation:

Sai, knowing Shino is right there and waiting for him to start a conversation:

Shino: You’re just like me :)

Sometimes they’ll just talk about every niche topic under the sun, and sometimes they just accompany each other. Shino will be walking around and then see Sai following him, and then ask Sai if he wants to help him do whatever mundane thing he’s doing. And Sai will do the same for Shino.

Imagine like two baby ducks following each other around all day, that’s them.

I also think in Boruto, Shino asks Sai to teach art lessons often. Sometimes his students need a break, and other times he just wants Sai to teach for a bit, because he can see how much Sai enjoys sharing his craft.

Shino: And now a special guest for class…

Inojin and Sumire, internally: please don’t let it be dad please don’t let it be dad please

Shino: Sai!

Sai: Hello! :D

Inojin and Sumire:

(The class loves him but he is still a Dad. Very embarrassing at times, and his Dad jokes are either out of pocket or horribly cheesy)

so, YEAH, anon is very right, those two are best friends and I think they’re really close after the war! It took me sometime to make this so have a little doodle of these two trying to pick a carpet! 💖

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Sidney meets Spectra

Based on my version of Spectra and Sidney.

At Walker's prison

Spectra-Hello kid.

Kid who turns out to be Sidney- Hello ma'am, Who are you? Haven't seen you around here.

Spectra-Name's Dr. Penelope Spectra but you can just call me Spectra, at your service. I'm a new inmate. Nice to meet you.

Sidney-I'm Sidney Pointdexter. Your name sounds familiar.

Spectra- You may know me from my work as a psychologist. Ive been a guidance counsellor now and then, even for Casper High. So listen, you know where Walker is? I need to tell the good Warden something really important.

Sidney-What?

Spectra-I know who Danny Phantom is.

Sidney-...oh?

Spectra-Its actually one of my former student clients at Amity High, Danny Fen-

Sidney-Oh now I remember where I heard your name. Walker actually warned everyone about your arrival.

Spectra taken a back-Really?

Sidney-You've caused quite the stir in the Zone with your many cons. And apparently you even tried draining the students energy at my old school. Hence why you're here. I actually handed myself to the authorities for causing some trouble there as well. It seems you even met my good friend Danny too.

Spectra-You already know!? Does that mean Walker kn-

Sidney-No, no no. Yeah I've haven't told anyone here that and I'd actually prefer if you didn't tell him or anyone else please. Danny's tussled with a lot these guys including Walker, what a small world. With that all said it'd be best they don't know his other identity. Otherwise we'll all have some problems ok?

Spectra-Are you trying to threaten me?

Sidney-Do you think I'm just asking?

Spectra-Watch it kid. Didn't Walker warn you what else I can be?-begins to turn into her spider form to scare Sidney

Sidney-Chuckles. Neato form. It bares resemblance of a Lactrodectus Mactans, Aka The Black Widow. Of the Theridiiade/tangle web family. Well known for their distinct coloring, sharp fangs, venom cautionary but usually not fatal, depends on factors such as health and age, and eating their mates after reproduction. Quite the infamous arachnid. I've always had an interest in entomology, technically spiders aren't bugs but they're still close to the subject. Let me show you my form.

Spectra confused-your form? Sees Sidney transform into a mantis, much bigger than her spider form.

Mantis Sidney in a scary voice-I assume you've heard of the Praying Mantis? Of the mantidae. There's so much I could tell you about them, personally my fav. Well known for their camouflage, forelegs great for catching and gripping prey, their signature, having their forearms folded, hence the famous name, "praying" mantis, the females eating the males heads during mating, thats actually not as common as most think. Oh and their diet consists of many insects, small animals and even spiders such as yourself.

Gets in real close to her face when he says that last part, drool around his pointy teeth. Spectra sees her scared reflection from his teeth and eyes, staring into her very core.

Spectra begins to shake and revert back to normal. Sidney too.

Sidney- So I can assume you and your pesky assistant won't say a word of Danny's identity?

Spectra completely stunned, unable to reply.

Sidney- I'll take that as a yes. Thank you. It was nice meeting you Spectra. Walks away as if nothing happened.

Bertrand-Hey Spectra. You tell Walker yet. Spectra? Penny? Hello!?

Spectra still too stunned to reply.

Sidney in his cell holding the glasses Danny fixed up.

Sidney-You probably don't see me as your friend anymore, not after what I did. I wouldn't blame you. But you'll always be my friend Dan. And as long as I'm around I have your back.

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What do u think? I'd love to know💖

[aueua]

wow! bugs!

i don’t know how i wound up with ten... i’ll probably end up with more later. anywho i won’t be getting into it too heavily since this is unprompted buut here we go. [letter] classifications determine whether or not they are traveling together with any listed bug/s. i worked backwards and got tired again so . 

[A] obligatory vessel | mess (they/it) initially a klutz, now a decent kiddo.

hello meet their found family. where they’d deliberately lost one of their horns as they were originally a vessel that would never have made it anyways because overthinking-anxiety-pressure and managed to escape... sometime somewhere. met oss first, then uff/claws who were traveling together. now more confident and has several things to signify their growth like a horn (crafted by the other three, moss/bandages/some random tooth(?) they found around or won from a hunt). insists on contact when allowed.

[A] moth | uff (they/them) one of those energetic sorts! you’d think them a bee almost but. no

goes around trying to remember those that can’t be buried (as in, wanting to know another bug as best as they can whether or not that means trying to see their limits in an annoying fashion... generally wanting reactions. even something like refusing to divulge information is notable to them). also just vibing, really! used to wield four nails for defense, lost one fighting oss (long story not really), the other worn down to time. the other two are holstered behind their back! they’re short-nails, kind of like daggers. lantern always hooked on person. rarely in flight, uses scales as part of their respect ritual sometimes.

[A] mosskin | oss or boss (he/him) reanimated by lifeblood. tired guy.

somehow became mess’s father figure, almost. romantic partners with uff. also (short story not really) had been affected by infection, not to the point of losing himself entirely as he did ask them to cut him down, but he was only rendered to a point of lethal unconsciousness where that moth proceeded to do the awkward thing that is “Maybe. If I can simply juste... givvem lifeblood...!” and never stuck around properly enough to see what happened. guy got a new arm out of brambles (thorns retractable) and now can use both nail and shield like some of his kin! still prefers nail ultimately though; it’s what he was used to. (not entirely certain why he’d been stunted before, missing a good bit of his right antennae and a whole left arm...)

[A] mantis warrior | claws (she/her) trying to better her skills, left the village after loss of a friend.

summary: tsundere. felt her friend had fallen due to her inadequacy and had set out to redeem herself in some fashion with lots of guilt on her shoulders (granted common warrior mantids don’t. have shoulders but--) with the intent of refining her skills or simply pitting herself against a traitor and calling it done but. eventually met uff (who named her; actually. uff named everyone in this group) who’d managed to persuade her to Not do that after engaging in a nice spar. that’s the bad gist of that. (her wings had been damaged even before they grew useless, though.)

[B] trapdoor spider | res or mend (she/her) wants to find the ideal sleep/comfort zone.

rend’s more expressive older sister. wanderer on the basis of finding new materials that would be great for sleeping or general wear. very insistent on that, as well as a general partner (not romantic necessarily) for cuddling because she’s taken to the name res from “rest” (and stressed) and oh man would resting be so nice. not normally in one place, often makes things to leave them there even without deconstructing it. has met the individuals listed in group [A]. (fun to see how long it takes for her to make mess settle down. sink into uff’s fluff or oss’s moss. what hammock will get claws to finally lie in.)

[B] trapdoor spider | rend (he/him) a tinkerer, almost.

mend’s more quiet younger brother; he’s the more responsible one. wandering more on wanting to know the taste of other things (albeit they all almost taste the same nowadays, infection and all). makes use of all materials when hunting things. double-ended scythe is fashioned from the claws of a traitor warrior and sinew/Somethings. encountered a lifeseed at one point and used it as bait for his hunts... but eventually grew a certain fondness towards it and would slowly use other substitutes. (he never gives it a name though. that’s when it’d be bad.)

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the spider duo doesn’t normally travel together; they do their own thing, actually. but their paths always cross and they always enjoy catching up with each other (even if it ends up with rend being more stressed/exhausted to hear the dangers his sister put herself in. also see: different outfits for his tiny companion.)

[C] bedbug | bub (she/they) she, uh. she’s my sona. yeah. only because a friend wanted me to make one.

she exists, somehow, and is a wanderer that’s visiting more so out of curiosity to explore the ruins of hallownest. a very strange sightseeing journey really. tends to admire and doodle down environments often (and... other bugs, if not heavily bastardized). carries around vials of lifeblood and infection as they fascinate her and also suffice as paint/snacks when necessary as it isn’t often she hunts for herself. (thus normally more flat than full, for a bedbug.) yeah good luck trying to stop her for conversation she’s already running away buddy

[D] soul warrior | ver (he/they) unofficially assigned sati’s escort. not the most talkative sort.

it would be a bit awkward to leave fellow scholars alone in their pursuit of research, so... he tagged along sati (with others, of course; they’re not quite sure where their fellow brothers and sisters of the sanctum went though. half lie. he had to fell some of them as they turned infected to a point where attempts to reason would be in vain). easily confused and intrigued. though with own ideas, tends to keep them to self even when encouraged and prefers to speak through nail.

...a citizen (friend) once gave him a tattered ribbon as thanks, and he still has that twisted around the handle of his pin-nail.

[D] soul twister | sati (they/them) accidentally meditated for a bit too long in an area where they began to be, uh. crystallized.

they’d heard that crystals made it easier to focus, once. fantastic. their group was meant to inspect and experiment. didn’t go so hot, of course, but it made the bond between ver and sati far stronger as a result. they usually speak their thoughts aloud without expecting much in reply (though they are always happy to entertain discussions) and is a bit inquisitive. also skeptical.

with regard to spells and abilities, they’ve taken a more... laser-y, variant. where if they channeled soul or a bit of their will, they can fire some out of either their eye or palms. there’s a bit more but. i am lazy so i am moving on.

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the timeline of them departing from the sanctum was before the experiments carried out to any drastic extent (and they only learned of what happened quite... later, much later, when they found things and simply just. didn’t.)

anywho; they are together but neither of them are open about it, not because they’re ashamed or anything as they’ll say so if someone asks, but it’s just. not in their personal languages to do that. that’s why if you squint, the name they have when paired together is veritas where ”truth is mighty and will prevail” (or just simply truth in general).

the attached image has old/initial concepts but you get the point ^^

[E] snail shaman | fule (they/any) has a “kufufufu” laugh.

frequently seen at colosseum. just a friend, simply! they used to travel alongside a much tinier snail, but that one managed to make a mound somewhere so that was that (and sometimes they visit! y’know, as one does). at first they’d been drawn to all the amounts of soul, but then they found the whole concept of “fool” and “glory” amusing enough to serve as a different reason for staying. well. that, and practicing spells.

they’re a pretty capable shaman and sacrifices power most of the times in order to increase spell-casting speed. any damage they sustain they can usually heal off afterwards (though hey, there’s a spring, but even that makes them unfathomably sleepy). their variation of a shield is more of a ward/to deter others from running through it. when all things are said and done though, they did fashion their staff to be applicable as a spear, so... fun times ahead. their former name may have been pira (from spiral). they just. picked up the name “fule” because it sounded close enough to “fool.”

personality-wise, they take amusement in lots of things. it’s a mystery as to what they’re actually like ‘cause. who knows. not me! all armor-pieces are detachable, and the visor is retractable. shell took its traits the longer they’d stayed.

thaat’s it. i’m not going to proof, ‘cause it’d be easier for me to just do that in a document if i ever decided to expand on them properly. you can ask me about them if you want but i’d immediately implode so LOL thanks for reading! <3

[bowelfly]

Hello, as a biologist who is about to finish their bachelors degree and is being told I need to specialize, I just wanted to ask your advice as a really cool entomologist I follow. I came late to entomology, every time I see an entomologist interviewed they’re like “when I was a kid I was fascinated by bugs” but I wasn’t one of those and was actually terrified of bugs as a kid, but I love them now, especially moths and beetles and bees. Is it too late for me to become an entomologist in my 30’s?

well FWIW, i don't think i had any particular affinity for insects either until i started taking entomology classes on a whim when i was 20 or so, and was even deeply arachnophobic as a child (jumping spiders cured me)

but anyway more to the point of your question, it's definitely not too late. i'd say at least half of my cohort in grad school had their undergrub degrees in completely unrelated fields (my BS was in ecology though i had a minor in entomology), and several started grad school in their 30s and older with families and past jobs and everything. one guy quit his rock band to study bees! hell, one colleague left a successful career in her late 50s to go back to school to finally get her PHD that she had been cheated out of due to departmental discrimination back when she was younger

so it's entirely possible to become an entomologist in your 30s. the next question is: what kind of entomologist do you want to become? because that's going to influence what you'd need to do in order to achieve that. some paths require grad school, others just need a BS, and others still might not need any advanced degree, just a willingness to do lots of tedious lab or field work

i will say that the ideal entomologist job, to me anyway, being one of working in a big cool museum and jetting off to exotic places to collect insects, are few and far between because ~°*capitalism*°~ doesn't value science for science's sake even when it does have downstream utility, and museum funding is generally dramatically lower than it was in the golden age of entomology. but those jobs do still exist, they're just more competitive. and there's jobs like mine which still involve collecting an identifying bugs for the government which isn't as exotic but still hits a lot of the same bug pleasure centers in my brain. and maybe you'll luck out like sam droege who gets to photograph cool native bees for the US Geological Survey all day.

and outside of that, like i mentioned in my other recent post, there's tons of entomology jobs in the private sector, agriculture, nonprofits (e.g. native pollinator societies), etc.

i will get on my soapbox for just a second to discourage anyone but the most intense workaholics from trying to get a job in academia, in any field. over the last 20 or so years, universities, including/especially public ones, all transformed to be run like corporations, which mean extracting the maximum amount of profit out of as few employees (faculty) as possible, constantly downsizing staff and cutting jobs and dumping those responsibilities onto the remaining already overworked staff and generally acting as inhuman profit extraction machines in order to maximize quarterly returns for shareholders and administrators. i've seen some of the most brilliant and caring people who only wanted to teach or do research just utterly burn out or even be worked to death on account of the way my university mistreated them. fuck academia. okay soapbox over

anyway i was getting some deja-vu writing this and remembered i made a post a while ago about ways to engage with entomology professionally or non-professionally without having an advanced degree, so that might also be useful

[corysmiles]

Ok so I was reading your little streamer au story Just a Joke and that part about the matchbox bed had me thinking, what if Tommy did a stream where he just showed off his house? Like, just walked the camera from room to room and talked about different stuff he had for fun. (Probably not his whole house, just his bedroom and maybe one other him sized room if he has it)

He would probably see nothing wrong with most of it (or even if he does, he doesn’t think it’s a big deal and ignores it, thinking everyone else will do the same) but his friends see how poorly made and “diy” everything looks (like his bed) and start thinking about how all tinys have to live like that.

I imagine Wilber especially starts to feel bad, looking around his house and seeing all the stuff he takes for granted, all things that tinys could only get a poorer version of, if they got a version at all.

Not to mention, Tommy seems to be a bit better off then a lot of tinys, so some don’t even have the stuff he does, and/or have ones of even lesser quality.

Maybe it’s just a one off little “oh...that sucks...” or maybe they try to do something about it. Idk, just think it’s a cute and sad idea. (I have more to say about this idea, but I don’t want bombard you with a super duper long ask, so just take these basics for now I guess, sorry)

-tired anon

House Tour

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Little Streamer AU

CW: language

Notes: Woah little streamer content?? In this economy??? More likely than you think. And thank you so much for this awesome idea tired anon I love it :D Without further ado have a fun tiny Tommy housetour followed by Wilbur’s confusion over tiny culture

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Tommy hadn’t been this excited for a stream in a long time, but as he set up everything he was practically bouncing on his feet.

He was going to do a house tour- or a room tour- for the chat since they’d only ever seen a bit of it in the background. It was a lot different from his normal content, but it felt refreshing doing something so new.

When he finally stepped back and looked at everything a grin spread across his face. He didn’t think his room had looked this nice since the day they built it. His red sheets were perfectly tucked into his matchbox bed, his dollhouse desk was wiped down and shiny, and even his scrap-fabric rug was dusted.

Pride swelled up in his chest at the sight.

“Mom!” he yelled as he peaked his head through the “window” in his room. It really was just a hole in the wall to the human part of the house, but it also let light in to his room. “I’m gonna be streaming soon!”

He didn’t even wait for an answer before he happily popped back into his small room. It was still a little dusty since it was inside of a wall, but there was nothing he could really do about that. The viewers would just have to deal with it, he mused.

Quickly he sent out a tweet for his stream and hit “go live” on his pc. Almost immediately people flooded the chat even though it was still just his starting soon screen, and one name in particular caught his eye.

WilburSoot: this is not exciting

Tommy grinned and stifled the laugh that threatened to burst out of his chest. Of course Wilbur was messing with him, who would he be if he wasn’t messing with the tiny. And even though it was just one message Tommy was excited to know he was there.

Wilbur had actually been the one to convince him to do a house tour. Tommy never really thought his room was much, it was decently sized but not very exciting, but still Wilbur thought it would be a fun idea for an easy stream. The tiny still has been pretty iffy about the idea but after constant nagging from his brother-figure he gave in.

“Hello chat!” Tommy yelled as he switched his screen to his camera. Dramatically he swung it around to zoom in on his face.

“How are you doing today? I’m doing so well,” he grinned, “Today’s gonna be a little different actually- spicing things up Yaknow. You get to see my big man home!”

The chat blurred in the corner of his eye as he explained what the stream would be, and chugged a cup of coke he’d poured right before he started. It was all going well, and they seemed to like it a lot more than he thought they would.

First Tommy stood up from his desk and pointed it at his setup, “See this is where the magic happens boys.”

He laughed as the chat flew by even faster with one message catching his eye.

“Hey it is not a Polly pocket desk it is a Barbie Ken desk,” he pouted, “please I’m better than that.”

Step by step he moved across his room explaining his furniture and showing off his favorite things. They got to see his cardboard bed, his “borrower hook” he’d been trying to teach himself how to use, and even his “spider hole” in the wall where bugs got into his room.

Most of the time the chat seemed to find it funny, but every once in a while people seemed concerned. He just chalked it up to humans though.

At the end of the stream he put the camera on his desk and jumped up on his bed to say goodbye. To make it even funnier he loaded the tiny nerf gun Wilbur had bought him a while back and tried to shoot the camera.

“I’m gonna shoot you if you don’t leave, go!” he yelled jokingly, “Disparse! Leave! Go home!”

Once the chat seemed to calm down a bit he said his actual goodbyes and teaches as the screen turned dark. Just like always he let out a breath of relief that the stream went well. He enjoyed streaming, but it was still stressful trying to make sure everything went right.

After a minute he fell back onto his bed and scrolled through his phone until discord dm flashed on his screen.

WilburSoot: how did you get a whole fake room for a stream??

Tommy frowned and quickly opened the app staring at the message.

Tommyinnit: what? vc?

The tiny sat back against his bed and waited for his friend to respond as anxiety curled up in his gut.

“Tommy?” Wilbur’s voice crackled.

“Hey Wil, what the fuck do you mean?”

Through his phone he could hear Wilbur shifting around as he stumbled on what to say, “That room.”

Tommy frowned and tilted his head even though he knew the human couldn’t see it, “What about it?”

“What- that can’t be your room, right?” Wilbur’s laugh boomed, “It was a good joke though.”

“Wait wait Wil,” Tommy fumbled, “What the fuck do you mean? This is my room.”

The silence that filled the call almost made Tommy wish he hadn’t said anything at all.

“Huh?”

“Uh yeah,” Tommy coughed, “That really was my room, what’s wrong?”

Wilbur’s staticky hum echoed through his phone, “Oh uh… I don’t know I thought you’d have like…actual furniture?”

“I mean, it works doesn’t it,” Tommy frowned as he leaned back against his sheets, kicking up his feet on the edge of the box, “It’s not that bad.”

“Tommy,” Wilbur paused, “you sleep in a box.”

The tiny froze and stared at the worm edges of the matchbox he slept in. He never really thought about it. It was pretty normal for tinies considering how expensive real furniture was, and he was probably better off than a lot of other tinies.

“Uh well yeah big man,” Tommy stuttered, “I’m a tiny.”

“Well no shit I know that but shouldn’t you have like an actual bed? You have a real pc!” Wilbur said, getting louder by the second.

“Well yeah,” Tommy muttered, “But spending over a thousand pounds on a bed frame just doesn’t seem worth it to me okay?”

Again silence filled the call, and it lasted so long tommy thought the human had left.

Wilbur was the one to break the silence, “One thousand pounds?”

“For a shitty one yeah,” Tommy frowned. He still remembered the day his parents had searched endlessly for any bed frames only to find that they were all thousands of pounds. They had seemed so upset about it, but Tommy never really cared.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Wilbur dropped, “I shouldn’t have said anything I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright,” Tommy smiled, I’m the corner of his eye he saw one of the hoodies he’d bought during his last visit with Wilbur, “But my spider hole is very real and very important to me.”

Wilbur’s loud laugh burst through the phone making the tiny’s heart swell. He missed the human more than he’d admit, and it was always nice hearing his friend’s voice- even if he was just joking about his spider hole.

“Yeah yeah, your spider holes fine. Very normal,” Wilbur joked before his voice steadied, “Seriously though, sorry about thinking it was a joke. I just- I don’t know. I feel like maybe I’ve taken my things for granted. I didn’t mean to seem rude though I-

“Nah stop,” Tommy smiled, “Your house is shit man, I’ve been there.”

The tiny stared at Wilbur’s profile picture as his wheezy laugh filled the room.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” and then an added, “love you Tom.”

Before Tommy could respond he heard the ding signalling Wilbur had left the call. The silence in his room now only filled by the sound of his parents shuffling around somewhere else in the house.

“Yeah,” Tommy hummed, “Love you too Wil.”

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[leejungchans]

— snippets of juliet on the kpop daebak podcast (i).

word count: 3.1k

warning(s): mentions of bugs (spiders and butterflies); juliet will describe a nightmare she had about butterflies and it’s kinda... crazy, it’s not too graphic but just to give you a heads-up!!

notes: separated this into two parts bc somehow i ended up with 6k words 💀

set in late november 2020

summary: snippets of juliet on the kpop daebak podcast with eric nam.

a/n: i had no idea how to write this bc obviously i couldn’t write a whole 30+ minute interview 💀 hopefully you’ll learn more about her in this update and i hope it’s not too boring 😭 if it is i’m so sorry!! :(

juliet’s masterlist

THIS IS THE INTRO JINGLE~ THIS IS THE KPOP DAEBAK SHOW WITH ERIC NAM~ OoOO~

ERIC: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the K-pop Daebak Show! My name is Eric Nam, I’m your host. And today we have a very special guest who I’m kinda nervous to meet, actually.

JULIET: Wait, what? Why? Oh, not my turn. Sorry!

ERIC: [laughs] My name is Eric Nam, I’m your host and today we are joined by Juliet from ATEEZ. Hey, how are ya?

JULIET: Hi! Or should I say, g’day mate! [laughs] I’m doing good, how about you?

ERIC: Good! Do you wanna say hello to everyone who’s listening?

JULIET: Hi, I’m Juliet of ATEEZ! Also known as that one girl in a boy group. [laughs] Really, really excited to be here because I’ve watched many episodes of the show and also, Eric, I’m a huge, huge fan—

ERIC: Aw, really? Thank you!

JULIET: —and we’re super thankful for how you’ve been so supportive of us even before we first met on KCON:TACT. But why were you nervous to meet me? I’m the one who should be nervous! I don’t know if the cameras can catch this but my knees are like, shaking.

ERIC: Well, it’s because I’ve seen ATEEZ’s performances and not gonna lie, you all look really intimidating on stage.

JULIET: Ah, like when we look like we’re possessed or something? [looks into the camera] I’ve seen what you guys say on Twitter! Don’t think I’m not lurking somewhere! [ERIC laughs] You know what’s funny is that I’ve actually seen you once before—

ERIC: Really? Where?

JULIET: —it was at a random store and I saw you! And I was standing there for the longest time—

ERIC: —like a Sim?

JULIET: [laughs] Like a Sim, just contemplating if I should come up and say hi, but then I was like, “Juliet, he’s probably not gonna know who you are” and... [laughs] yeah...

ERIC: What do you mean I wouldn’t know who you are? Of course I do! You should’ve said hi!

JULIET: I know, I know! After that I was like, “Argh! You should’ve just done it and now you probably won’t ever have the chance again!” But then I got invited to come onto here! So kids, remember that life always finds a way.

ERIC: Ooh, we’re starting off strong today with some words of wisdom. I love that.

JULIET: My three brain cells are doing the most right now.

ERIC: [laughs] It’s okay, I also... don’t have that many. [JULIET laughs] Anyways, I’m so excited to have Juliet on today! So today, as I do with all my interviews recently, we’re just gonna have a conversation. Didn’t do too much research, it’s a conversation to get to know Juliet a little bit better, so let’s get to know her!

JULIET: Let’s do it.

ERIC: So, Juliet, let’s just start off with—how are you?

JULIET: I’m good! It’s really cold in Korea, we’re getting some snow...

ERIC: We are.

JULIET: But I don’t mind the cold, you know? Like, I’ll maybe whine about it, but winter is just way better. Is that a hot take? No pun intended. [ERIC laughs] I don’t know, maybe it’s an Aussie thing? We’re just so fascinated by snow because we rarely get it.

ERIC: So you think winter is better than summer?

JULIET: A hundred percent! When you’re cold you can just wear more layers and stuff, but in the summer when it’s hot, you get sweaty, everything’s all gross and sticky, and yeah... I just... urgh!

ERIC: [laughs] I feel you, I feel you. So, Juliet—

JULIET: Yes.

ERIC: How do you introduce yourself? Like if someone’s like “Hey Juliet, nice to meet you. Who are you?”, how do you introduce yourself?

JULIET: Uh... I usually just say something like, “Hey, it’s your girl, Juliet”? I don’t know, [laughs] I’m not very creative with these kinda things. I don’t know, I’m Juliet without the Romeo?

ERIC: There you go! Juliet without the Romeo, I like that! Do people ask you stuff like if you’ve found your Romeo or something?

JULIET: [laughs] Actually, yeah. [ERIC laughs] It happened a lot when I was younger, like at school because us kids liked to joke around. But another thing is that people would ask me, because I have a twin brother, if his name was Romeo—

ERIC: What’s his name?

JULIET: His name is Jensen. He’s also a huge fan of yours, by the way.

ERIC: Really? Thank you, Jensen! So, not Romeo.

JULIET: [laughs] Exactly. And when people ask me why his name isn’t Romeo—for some reason they think it’s a missed opportunity, like “Oh, you’re twins, so why didn’t your parents name you after, like, famous duos?” or something.

ERIC: Like a peanut butter and jelly kinda thing?

JULIET: [laughs] Jensen, you hear that? I call dibs on being jelly! But yeah, when people ask me that I’d just have to be like, “You know that Romeo and Juliet aren’t... siblings, right?”

ERIC: [laughs]

JULIET: And it just gets very awkward, because they get this realisation—

ERIC: That if you two were Romeo and Juliet you’d be named after a couple.

JULIET: Exactly! [cringes; ERIC laughs] Yeah, that was a big brain moment by my parents for not doing that. Thanks, Mom and Dad.

ERIC: They saw it coming.

JULIET: They really did.

ERIC: So, you were born and raised, where?

JULIET: I was born and raised in Sydney, Australia.

ERIC: Explains the accent.

JULIET: [laughs] Right! My parents both went to university in Sydney, apparently they were supposed to come back to South Korea after they graduated, but then they met and they decided to stay... and then they had my brother and I.

ERIC: You said that you were twins?

JULIET: Yes.

ERIC: Who’s the older twin?

JULIET: He is older by, like, sixteen minutes.

ERIC: Does he hold that against you? Like, how is it being a twin? We don’t get a lot of twins on this show so I’m very curious.

JULIET: Sometimes he does. Like when we were younger, if he wanted me to do something instead of him he’d just be like, “You’re younger, you do it”.

ERIC: Classic sibling stuff.

JULIET: Right, right. But yeah, I think it’s pretty fun being a twin. I don’t know, maybe it’s because we’re not the same gender? I know some people who are like, identical twins, and they’ve had experiences where people mix them up or ask a lot of questions about it, so maybe it can get annoying for them. But because my brother and I are obviously not identical, we didn’t really get that “How do your parents tell you apart?” kinda stuff.

ERIC: I see, so you two must be very close—

JULIET: We are!

ERIC: —you know how people theorise that twins have this ability where you can communicate with each other non-verbally?

JULIET: Like twin telepathy?

ERIC: Exactly! Now, do you think that’s an actual thing?

JULIET: Not really? Like, obviously we can’t read each other’s mind or anything, but we’re definitely very close. This probably isn’t a twin-exclusive thing, but like, I guess you can say I can feel what he’s feeling?

ERIC: Ah...

JULIET: Like when he’s sad or upset or happy, I feel those emotions quite easily too if I’m in his presence. Or sometimes when we exchange looks we can kinda feel what the other person is trying to say. But you don’t have to be a twin to be able to have that bond!

ERIC: Gotcha, gotcha. So... how was your childhood? Like how did you come to the decision that this was what you wanted to do?

JULIET: My childhood was pretty good! I did a bunch of stuff because I’m someone who, when I’m interested in something, I just want to do it all. Like even if it doesn’t work out, I still want to have at least tried it—

ERIC: Right, right.

JULIET: —but I actually wanted to be a veterinarian when I was a kid because I like animals, but then I got into K-pop. I loved—and I still do!—SHINee sunbaenim and Girls’ Generation sunbaenim, and that was when I wanted to go into music instead.

ERIC: Were your parents, like, okay with it?

JULIET: Oh, yeah! I think I have really cool parents. [laughs] But yeah, they’ve always supported my interests and stuff. I will say they were more... wary of this one, like being a K-pop idol, because it’s a very physically and mentally demanding job. They still supported me wholly, but once they knew my heart was set on this they did sit me down to... like, give me a heads-up about what I should prepare myself for.

ERIC: That’s cool! So you mentioned trying out a lot of hobbies, what were some of them?

JULIET: The first one was ballet. I started really young, like when I was around three or four? Then my brother started taking hiphop dance classes, and one time my mom and I went to pick him up and we were a bit early. So we kinda like, peeked through the door. Like, you know those doors with the glass panels in the middle?

ERIC: Ohhh, yeah, yeah!

JULIET: Yeah, so we peeked through the glass part of the door and I just saw him and the other kids in his class dancing and I was like—

ERIC: I wanna do that too.

JULIET: Yes! So then I did both ballet and hiphop because I didn’t want to give up ballet. I also did a few years of modern dance—

ERIC: Oh, wow!

JULIET: —and took singing lessons for like a year when I got older. But then I came to South Korea to become a trainee so I obviously couldn’t continue with those. And yeah, that’s about it!

ERIC: How was the process like? Like how did you get here?

JULIET: So before I joined KQ, I was a trainee under another company for two years—can I say the name of the company? I think it’s okay, right?

ERIC: [laughs] Your manager is shrugging over there! [JULIET laughs] The people want to know!

JULIET: Oh, they already do! Some of you are like... freaking detectives! You figure out things I’ve never mentioned before! And it’s like... WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU DO THAT?

ERIC: Ohhh, so people already found which company you used to train at?

JULIET: Yeah! Eh, I’m just gonna say it... sorry, manager unnie... I was a trainee at SM.

ERIC: No way! Really?

JULIET: Yeah. [laughs] I did an online audition and passed a few more of their auditions, came to Seoul in... early 2014? And trained there for around two years.

ERIC: Did you come with your family, or...

JULIET: My parents came with me when I made the move from Sydney to Seoul, but then they had to fly back because their work was in Sydney. So my immediate family’s in Australia, but most of my relatives are here, and I lived with my aunt when I was a trainee. I visit her whenever I have time or when I’m on breaks.

ERIC: Sydney is a beautiful place.

JULIET: It really is. I miss it a lot... especially with everything that went on this year... I went back last year because we had a few tour stops in Australia, and that was my first time back home in like, five years.

ERIC: Oh my G—five years?!

JULIET: Yeah... so that was between 2014 and 2019. Because my parents’ work was in Sydney they couldn’t come visit me anytime they want. When they did have time I was busy because there was a set schedule for when my breaks were. So we relied on FaceTime and phone calls a lot.

ERIC: So 2019, when you were on tour, was the first time you saw your family in five years? [JULIET hums] That must’ve been an emotional reunion.

JULIET: Definitely. There’s like, clips of me just... bawling my eyes out on stage during our show in Sydney because they were there in the audience. You’ll find those clips, they’re out there.

ERIC: I feel like a lot of idols are also from Australia. Like Rosé from BLACKPINK?

JULIET: Yes! But I think she’s from Melbourne and not Sydney? Ugh, I want to meet her so, so badly!

ERIC: Hey, like you said, life finds a way. I’m sure you will soon!

JULIET: That’s true. Also from Sydney—Chan and Felix from Stray Kids! I actually was classmates with Felix back home—

ERIC: You were?!

JULIET: Yep, so we go, like, way back!

ERIC: It’s so cool that both of you are now in the same industry.

JULIET: I know! It’s so interesting to think of how we both debuted as idols, and in the same year too!

ERIC: Were you already friends back in Sydney?

JULIET: Yes. We hung out quite often with our other friends who are also Korean, so we were pretty close back then. Then I moved to Seoul and after two years, I bumped into him at a supermarket, and he was like, “Oh my God, hi! Yeah, I’m here now too! I got accepted into JYP!” So it’s really cool to see someone from my childhood also doing the same thing, and I think we got even closer as friends since debut because we both know what it’s like to be idols.

ERIC: Who else did you get close to when you got to Korea? Like, you obviously have your members and you just mentioned Felix, but are there other people?

JULIET: Oh, yeah! I got close to a lot of the trainees at my previous company, most of them are now in NCT so... if they’re watching this... hi! Also Yeri unnie from Red Velvet—I made sure to ask her if it was okay to say this and she said yes—we’re still really close even though she’s super busy—

ERIC: Uh-huh.

JULIET: —I was also on MIXNINE, so I became friends with a lot of the girls there like Ryujin from ITZY, Heejin from LOONA... Uh... Felix obviously, and through him I met Chan so that we could complete the Aussie trio! [laughs]

ERIC: That’s a lot of people!

JULIET: I know! Sometimes I don’t even know how that happened because I’m an introvert, but at the same time I love meeting new people, but usually other people have to be the ones approaching me because I get too scared to make the first move.

ERIC: Got it. So if anyone out there wants to be friends with you—

JULIET: Feel free to come up to me. I don’t bite! Not that I can anyways, y’know, with social distancing and stuff. Not that I’ll actually bite you—you know what? I’m making this weird, I’ll just shut up.

ERIC: [laughs] Six feet away, everyone!

JULIET: If I can bite you it means you’re not far away enough.

ERIC: You mentioned earlier that before wanting to be an idol, you wanted to become a vet.

JULIET: Yes.

ERIC: Is there any animal that you’re like, “Don’t ever come near me?”

JULIET: Butterflies.

ERIC: Why?! You also—did you guys see her?—there was zero hesitation before she gave an answer!

JULIET: [laughs] Yeah, I’m... deathly afraid of butterflies. Like if one lands on me I might... break down.

ERIC: Oh... is there a story you can share? If you’re comfortable, of course.

JULIET: Oh, yeah! It’s okay, I think I mentioned how it all started on V-Live too. So it started when I was really little, my brother and I and some of our other friends were just... hanging out in our backyard. And then a butterfly landed right next to me ear, like, it was just perched on my ear—I’m like, getting goosebumps already, if you can see my arm.

ERIC: Oh my gosh, you are!

JULIET: And the whole time I could kinda hear its wings flapping, and then one of our friends made a joke about how if a butterfly went in your ear, it’d come out from the other and in the process damage your brain or something?

ERIC: That’s... dark.

JULIET: I know! Like... how do you come up with that stuff? But you know, I was a dumb kid so I believed in it. And the whole day I was just thinking about how I narrowly missed a call.

ERIC: So that’s how it happened.

JULIET: Oh, that’s not the worst part.

ERIC: There’s more?!

JULIET: Oh, yeah. That night I had a nightmare where a butterfly was—you know how they have that thingy? To like, suck up the nectar?

ERIC: Yeah, yeah.

JULIET: So in my dream, the butterfly was huge and that thingy was latched onto my entire face like a vacuum! And it would not let go. So I was screaming the whole time but because it was latched on, no one could hear me! And I am not ashamed to say that when I woke up I ran to my parents’ room crying and slept in their room for the next week.

ERIC: That’s... horrifying. What you just described might actually change how I see butterflies now.

JULIET: You’re welcome. I opened your eyes. [ERIC laughs]

ERIC: So what about pictures or photos of butterflies?

JULIET: [pauses] I’m... okay with those?

ERIC: [laughs] You sound very unsure.

JULIET: Oh my God, have you seen that John Cena meme? Where, he pops in and goes, “Are you sure about that?”

ERIC: [laughs] I know the one! You know your memes, don’t you?

JULIET: Definitely. I’m like, a hoarder of memes. You know how people go through other people’s phones to find incriminating stuff? If you go through mine, you’ll find that more than half of my camera roll are just... memes upon memes.

ERIC: What kind of memes do you like?

JULIET: Any kind! The ones I like are really stupid, though. I’ll send them to my members and they’ll usually respond with a bunch of question marks, but y’know, what can you do when your sense of humour is on another level? [ERIC and STAFF laugh]

ERIC: Yours is way up there.

JULIET: Way up. By the way, that was sarcasm, please don’t hate me. [laughs] I also have a lot of memes of my members and my friends that our fans made. And ones of myself, not gonna lie.

ERIC: That’s a power move, because usually people would want to avoid seeing memes of themselves.

JULIET: [shrugs] I don’t know... I still look cute in those memes, so like... why dislike them? [ERIC and STAFF laugh] I’m half-joking, but as you said, it is a power move. Like before, my brother would send me those memes like, “You look stupid here.”—

ERIC: [laughs]

JULIET: —as siblings do. So I’d just be like, “Aw, I look so good in that!” And he gave up really shortly after. Now he’s like, “I don’t want to see your face everywhere. I’ve seen it enough.” My brother is great, guys, as you can tell. [laughs] No, but he’s awesome and I miss him a lot.

ERIC: Siblings. Gotta love them.

JULIET: Yeah. Anyways, I was trying to think if I’m really okay with seeing photos of butterflies. Like, you know how when someone asks you to hangout and you just agree without giving it much thought because you don’t wanna be rude? But then a while later you’re just like, “Fudge, I don’t wanna go.”

ERIC: [laughs] That’s too relatable. Too relatable!

JULIET: I don’t know... they’re pretty from afar, so I guess I’m okay with pictures and photos... but I definitely don’t want one near me. [shudders] But people are always like, “You’re literally from Australia! How can you be scared of butterflies?”

ERIC: I was about to say that! Because isn’t Australia—

JULIET: Called the Land of the Spiders? [laughs] Yeah, and for good reason. I mean, I grew up in the city, so I definitely didn’t experience anything with like, the huge ones or a whole swarm of them, but I’m not scared of spiders to be honest. Usually when my members see one they’ll call me over to handle it, and I’ll just do the cup and paper thingy and put it out the window.

ERIC: But with butterflies you’re just like... no.

JULIET: Yeah. Like, don’t even try coming near me. [laughs]

part (ii)

a/n: first part of juliet on the podcast!! more sentimental stuff in the next part but i hope you’ll like this part regardless!! as always, please leave feedback and feel free to chat with me!! thanks for reading and take care 💕💕 i’m gonna go to bed now bc god knows i need to fix my sleep schedule gn besties ✨

(that “butterfly going in one ear and out the other” thing is based on one episode of victorious 🤡 and btw trina vega is an icon 🤩✨ as for the butterfly nightmare,,, it was an actual nightmare i had a month or so ago and let me tell you it was not fun and i was so freaked out 😀 12/10 would not recommend)

[pangzi]

Hi, yes, hello, i have a question about the Lost Tomb before I promptly fall into whatever chasm awaits me (I have no qualms with that, it's just a fact with my ADHD and hyperfixation tendencies), i must know.... How many spider scenes would you say there roughly are? The one video/trailer my love sent me had too much for me to get through the whole video, but your posts and tags make me want to try it? I just need to know so I can be properly braced for it (arachnophobia, it's very unpleasant for me and my love who will be watching with me digitally won't be able to physically comfort me in the midst of my shuddering heebie jeebie dance, and I like to make informed decisions)

I have now watched about 4,5/6 of the dmbj series (and some of the movies) and while there are A LOT OF BUGS and lots of nasty crawly thingies, I can only remember actual spiders showing up a few times in the middle of Ultimate Note? From what I know of the first novel there shouldn't be any spiders in The Lost Tomb 1 either (if they follow the novel), I can't tell you about the second half of The Lost Tomb 2 yet tho, but the first half I don't remember any spiders either.

So if it's just spiders that make you really uncomfortable you should be fine! If it's more things, I will warn you that npss loves to put in big swarms of bugs, parasites and snakes in his series.

Oh also in reunion there are hand-ish shaped crab things that could maybe remind you of spiders? I'm going to be honest tho covering up your screen/skipping through creepy scenes most likely won't make you miss much of the plot!

If you end up watching it, I hope you have lots and lots of fun and love it as much as I do! And definitely feel free to come talk to me about it then! :D

And if someone else DOES remember any other spider moments in any dmbj series, please let us know!

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hello I was looking to a pair up with a tf2 person. I am an INFP Gemini who really likes stories,animation, and art. I draw, sing, cosplay, and. I scared of loud placesandspiders. I am well trained in sing and fairly diplomatic. I am pretty stubborn, stay up way to late, and a bit of an airhead. However, I am caring, sympathtic, and helpful. I am asexual panromantic. I do have a bad habit of taking care of others, I may be a voice of reason to others not so much myself.

Your matchup is... Sniper!

[Disclaimer, if you're coming from the tags, this is part of a special event I am holding from November 17th to the 21st where I am accepting matchups from all fandoms I currently write for. Feel free to check out my 1K celebration masterlist here for rules during the window this event is open! If it's past the 21st midnight USA central time, do NOT send me a matchup. I will have to politely turn you down. Sorry </3]

In General

SO I read this the other night and it actually took me a while to figure out who I wanted to put you with. I almost said Scout simply bc you guys strike me as opposites and I really like opposites attract BUT I think Mundy fits best.

Things He Likes About You:

I don't know what you actually look like but I can guarantee that Mundy likes it. He finds that you being into cosplay is super cool, and while this man doesn't understand one thing you're into, it like, it works out. He probably gets into whatever fandom you're into Your voice is going to become a literal siren song to him. I also happen to be biased towards Geminis and think they're great so ofc, Mundy is biased towards that as well *insert eye roll emoji but I'm on my laptop*

You Two as a Couple

I feel like Mundy is good at drawing, generally sketching? Like, he spends a lot of his time tracking, hunting etc. he has a lot of love for nature and everything she has to offer. So, doodle dates a thing between you where you set a timer and every 10 minutes the two of you switch it's super cute. He loves to listen to you sing and could fall asleep to your voice. Mundy is a pretty smart guy and always on the ball, and I have a feeling he's going to be super protective of you simply because you're not always aware? He doesn't think you're not capable or anything, just knows your mental priorities are elsewhere and that's honestly not too much of an issue for him. He knows you're stubborn and ngl he is too. That might cause some issues,,,, literally communicate with each other. I feel the two of you would go on movie dates to look at animation, or art galleries. Does he like art galleries or museums? Kinda?? But he goes to make you happy. He loves spending time with you. He likes that you're diplomatic too. He'll handle all the spiders and tbh, Mundy doesn't like loud things either. I can see the two of you just hanging out in a quiet space together, reading or him listening to your singing. Really soft stuff tbh. Mundy knows you want to take care of him and for the most part, he allowed you but like - he's going to make sure you remember to replenish yourself. You mean the world and more to him.

Closing Thoughts/Other things

Hi love bug, here's your tf2 matchup! This was my first one for tf2 and I think that's really fun bc I love Mundy almost as much as I love Miss P. I hope you enjoyed, thanks for the ask <3

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Unmasked

Spider-Man is forced to fight the Sinister Six while he’s sick, which leads to his enemies making unexpected discoveries about their arch nemesis.

Chapter 3

Ow. 

That was the first coherent thought that registered in Peter’s brain. 

Pain. He was in pain. A lot of it.

It started with the sunlight shining directly in his eyes through the ceiling-high windows. Then there was the sharp ache in his left leg. Then a sting in his shoulder. A cramp in his stomach. A throb in his skull.

And then, everywhere.

Peter was hurting all over. And yet, it was dull, distant, hazy hurt, like he was a ghost floating above his body after it had been run over by a dump truck.

Ugh…

His eyes scrunched into angry lines before fluttering open. His vision was fuzzy, unfocused, and no amount of blinking seemed to fix it. His brain felt like it had been replaced by three tons of bricks.

What…where…

He was…inside someplace. It was bright—way too bright. The ceiling overhead was tall and white. He was lying on a couch that felt like it had never been sat on before.

Am I…dead…?

His muscles were stiff as stone. He feared for a moment he was paralyzed, until he felt his fingers twitch, followed by his toes. It hurt—a lot—but hurt was better than numbness.

Okay. Not paralyzed. Hopefully not dead.

“Mmmgh,” he moaned. Slowly, he slid his hands back and pushed off the couch, lifting himself into a sitting position. “Oh, god…”

His skin was hot and sticky. Every bone, organ, and cell ached. He still felt sick, but now with about seventy extra ailments piled on top of that, which meant he was probably still alive. 

Probably.

But how?

The last he remembered, he was getting his ass handed to him by the Sinister Six. For as long as he’d operated as the masked vigilante Spider-Man, he’d never gotten thrashed that badly. How did he get away? Did someone rescue him? Had the Avengers swooped in and saved his dumb, in-over-his-head ass right after he’d blacked out? But how could they have gotten there in time?

And where the hell was he?

Now that he was no longer lying down, the room had started listing a little. Peter reached up to rub his temple and felt something crinkly stuck to his head. He grabbed hold of it and started peeling it off his skin, wincing from the pain. Once he’d torn it free, Peter held the unknown object in front of his eyes. It was a large, bloody bandage. 

Huh.

Peter’s eyes dropped to his lap. A thin blanket was draped over his body. When he lifted it away, he cringed.

His torso was a gruesome patchwork of Frankenstein-style stitches and bandages. He counted three sets of sutures on his upper body alone, plus four other cuts and scrapes held together with butterfly tape. His entire chest looked like one gigantic bruise. Plus, the burns—some from scraping across coarse concrete, others from actual fire. Every small movement sent waves of pain rippling across his body.

Yeesh, he thought, poking gingerly at the bandages on his shoulder. Well, someone friendly had to patch me up. But who?

Peter let the blanket slip from his fingers. Grimacing, he swung his legs off the couch and carefully placed his feet on the floor. Sweat slipped off his brow and dripped onto his knee.

“Okay,” he breathed. Peter inhaled sharply, then threw his weight forward, standing upright for an instant. Then he collapsed, gasping. Dizzying agony blossomed in his left leg and thumped like a second heartbeat.

“Shit,” he hissed through his teeth. He glanced back and saw his shin had been fashioned with a makeshift splint: two metal rods and ass-load of packing tape.

Right. Broken leg. The sound of the bone cracking in half reignited in his memories, sending a shudder down his spine.

Peter used the sofa to pull himself off the ground. This time, he placed all his weight on his right foot, using his left only for balance. His body ached and trembled with the effort it took to stand, but he managed to stay on his feet.

Ouch. Ugh. Okay. Yeah. That’s a start. The fuzz in his vision was starting to dissipate, but the fog in his brain clung like fungus. It felt like he’d been inhaling a bunch of that laughing gas stuff his dentist had given him back in the 6th grade when he had to get a tooth pulled. His head was heavy and light at the same time.

The room was a lounge area with stiff furniture and minimal decor. A wilted fern sat in the corner alongside a weird, tall block with a piece of metal sticking out of the top that Peter assumed was some form of modern art. The walls were entirely bare except for a small landscape painting that looked like it belonged in a motel bathroom. There were two other chairs across from the couch, a coffee table, a gray rug, and that was basically it. 

Beside the fern, a pair of double doors stood wide and closed. When Peter strained his sensitive ears, muffled voices could be heard conversing in the other room. Curiosity plucked at his chest.

“Um…hello?” he called, voice raspy. He approached the doors, hopping more than walking, gritting his teeth as his injuries burned and throbbed, heat radiating feverishly off his skin. By the time he transversed the room, he was out of breath, lightheaded. He leaned against the wall for a minute and cycled slow gulps of oxygen through his lungs.

Once he’d somewhat recovered, Peter limped in front of the large doors. The voices were louder now, but not loud enough to be recognizable. They sounded mostly male. Peter took a deep breath, reached out his arm, and cracked the door open just a hair to peek inside.

It was a kitchen—that was the first thing he saw. A man stood at the island with his back to the doors. Across from him was a round dining table with a bowl of fruit in the middle.

“How is he?” the man asked, biting into an apple. His voice was definitely familiar.

“Still hasn’t woken up, right?” another responded.

Maybe this is another one of Clint’s safe houses, Peter thought. Or an Avengers’ base I’ve never been to before. Or a secret sitting room in some tragically decorated S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Or—

Seconds before Peter opened his mouth to say hello again, the man eating the apple turned around. When Peter saw his face, his heart jumped out of his chest and splattered at his feet.

“I don’t know,” Herman Shultz said over a mouthful of fruit. “Has he?”

The oxygen around Peter vanished in an instant. It’s Shocker! The guy who broke my leg! W-what the hell? What is he doing here?

“Not from what I’ve heard,” the second voice continued. Another man entered his narrow line of vision, this one lit up like a neon sign, and Peter’s throat seized.

“You’re not being very helpful, Maxwell.”

“I told you not to call me that! I’m Electro!”

Shocker held up his hands. “Right, right, sorry. Electro, then. You’re not being helpful.”

What the shit, what the shit, what the actual, living shi—

“Don’t ask me about these things. Ask the doc.” He lifted his head and grinned. “Look—here he comes now.”

Clank, clank, clank. Heavy, metallic footsteps rang in Peter’s ears and shook the floor beneath him. Horror and disbelief flooded his veins as the eight-limbed scientist stepped in front of him, hardly three feet away, pushing a pair of glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“Ask me about what?” Doctor Octopus said.

Peter leapt back from the door, clamping both hands over his mouth. 

Oh…my god. It’s them.

“I just wanted to know how he was doing.”

They’re here. They found me. They came to finish the job.

Half of the super villains that had just wrecked his shit were standing in the neighboring room. Hell, maybe all of them were. They’d probably taken whoever had helped him hostage, or perhaps the poor soul was already dead. He wouldn’t stand a chance like this. He didn’t have his suit, his webs, nothing. He’d tried his best to fight them when he was just sick with the stomach bug, and look how well that had turned out for him. If they attacked him now, one solid hit was all it would take to knock him out. Or, if he was being fully honest, kill him.

Peter’s eyes darted frantically around the room. I have to get out of here! He hobbled toward the wall of windows and placed his hands against the glass. It was at least four inches thick; probably bulletproof. But it was his only option. With a shivery grunt, Peter hoisted himself off the floor and crawled toward the ceiling, every step piercing him with flashes of pain.

Okay. Launch off the ceiling, kick through the glass, make a run for it. In his loopy, concussed mind, the plan sounded foolproof. The voices of his enemies were growing louder; Doc Oc’s footsteps were approaching rapidly. It was now or never.

Hanging off the upside-down surface, balancing on his good foot, heart racing, head dizzy and faint, Peter threw himself at the window. He hit the glass with a loud thunk, bouncing off like a bug on a windshield, then crashed on top of the weird modern art piece, shattering the mahogany box into wood chips.

Peter lay sprawled in a heap in the wake of his failure, groaning and dazed. As he forced himself upright, gripping his head in his hand, the doors behind him burst open.

“What the hell?” Doc Oc exclaimed, alarm caked across his expression. When his gaze landed on the young superhero floundering in the splintered remains of his college art project, stunned and disheveled but now awake and wide-eyed, his muscles relaxed slightly. “Spider-Man?”

“Holy shit, he’s awake,” Electro said.

“And he destroyed your favorite sculpture,” Shocker added.

Peter’s eyes dashed between the three men, wild and afraid. He’d been unmasked by his absolute worst enemies—but that seemed the least of his troubles. I’m toast, he thought. Tiny pieces of wood clung to his hair, face, and back. Seeing him conscious for the first time sent a spark of relief through Doc Oc, though he hadn’t expected him to wake up for at least another day; the combination of pain meds he’d given him was pretty strong. When Octavius moved an inch closer to him, Peter scrambled to his feet and backed away, tripping over himself in the process and heavily favoring his right leg.

“Spider-Man—” he began, trying to keep his voice level. Spider-Man picked up a chunk of the destroyed box and chucked it at him.

“S-stay back!” he shouted. His voice was shrill and cracked at the end of the demand. Damn, Otto thought. The evidence of Spider-Man’s youthfulness was clear as day to him now—how had none of them noticed it before? Perhaps they had simply chosen not to notice.

Doc Oc dodged the projectile with ease. “Spider-Man, listen to me—”

Peter made a break for it, gunning for the opposite side of the room. He’d hardly made it two uncoordinated strides before three more figures emerged from a door behind the couch, blocking his escape path: Scorpion, Sandman, and Rhino. He skidded to a stop with a gasp.

“Whoa,” Rhino exclaimed, towering over the half-naked hero. “Would you look at that. Tiny spider is alive.”

Shit! Peter screamed internally. He whipped his gaze in every direction and realized he was surrounded.

“He needs to stop moving,” Otto said, knowing there was no way to accomplish that with words. He raised his tentacles above his head, the pincers snapping hungrily. “Grab him.”

Rhino made the first move, reaching out with his meaty hands to snag the kid by the arm. But Spider-Man ducked and rolled out of the way, moving surprisingly fast despite all of his injuries, though it was obvious the exertion was hurting him. Scorpion and Sandman tried next, lunging for his legs, but Peter hopped right over them and flipped backwards, wincing and staggering once his feet hit the floor and banging into the window.

“You’re going to reopen your wounds,” Octavius warned him. He thrust two tentacles at his torso, but Spider-Man flinched out of their grasp. Otto launched the other two arms at him, and Peter skirted between them, springing on to the wall. The exhaustion and terror in his face were evident. Otto felt bad for scaring him so much, but this was for his own good.

“Spider-Man—please,” he groused. His mechanical arms grabbed and snapped at the air, barely missing the slippery little hero every time. “Just—stay—still!”

Peter wasn’t listening to a word he said. All he knew was that he couldn’t let himself be caught. Every inch of him was screaming in agony. When the tentacles pounced on him all at once, Spider-Man shrunk small and dove underneath them, somersaulting past Doc Oc’s legs and popping up behind him. Peter bolted blindly for the double doors, only to ram straight into Rhino’s giant leg and fall flat on his ass. Three metal prongs clamped around his midsection before he could regather himself, pinning him to the floor.

“Agh!” Peter yelped, tugging uselessly at the claw’s strong teeth. “Let me go!”

Otto lifted Spider-Man off the ground. He continued to strain and squirm, kicking his legs and grappling with the mechanical pincers gripping his waist. The rest of the Sinister Six gathered around the frightened hero, forming a circle with him in the middle. He looked so small against the looming backdrop of super villains. His young face beamed with all the emotions his mask typically concealed—most prominently, fear.

“Spider-Man,” Octavius repeated, holding his hands out tentatively. “Calm down.”

“I’ll pass, thanks!” Peter quipped, betrayed by the tremble in his voice.

“Okay, it’s definitely him,” Electro groaned amusedly.

“I know you’re scared,” Doc Oc continued. “And you have every right to be. But if you don’t stop moving, you’re going to injure yourself further.”

“And if I don’t keep moving, you’re going to injure me further!” He thrashed and twisted valiantly, but it was evident he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. His movements were slowing down, his attempts to escape growing more and more pathetic. Otto waited for him to burn himself out, crossing his arms against his chest. It didn’t take long.

“Are you quite done now?”

Peter hung his head, breathless and shivery, gripping the prongs around his torso less to try to escape and more to hold himself upright. Perhaps his impromptu acrobatics display hadn’t been his smartest idea. All that leaping and flipping and bouncing around had sapped the last whispers of energy from his bones.

“Ugh…room’s…s-spinning,” he murmured. Otto took that as a “yes.” He held Spider-Man closer and frowned at a red spot on his ribs. 

“And now look what you’ve done, you idiot. You’ve torn your stitches. I tried to warn you. Half an hour’s worth of sewing, down the drain because of your recklessness.”

“What are you…what…what’s…?” Spider-Man slurred. He was suddenly seeing double of everything. He dropped his gaze to his midriff and watched two blurry lines of blood slip down his side.

“I sutured you up, and you ruined it,” Octavius explained. Peter slowly lifted his head and wrinkled his brow.

“You…” he said, blinking repeatedly. “What?”

“Told you we gave him brain damage,” Rhino whispered. Peter looked at him over his shoulder, then swept his gaze around the circle, making eye contact with every member of the Sinister Six. They saw him. After all this time, his face was finally exposed to his enemies. No disguise, no secret identity, no mask. He felt so naked without it. Not having a shirt or pants on didn’t help either. Strangely, their expressions lacked their typical thirst for spider blood. It dawned on him that over a minute had passed, and none of them had tried to kill him. And so far, they still weren’t trying.

“I’m…confusion,” he stammered. “What—what’s happening right now?”

It was somewhat amusing to see Spider-Man so delirious and out of his element. Doctor Octopus lowered him to the ground but didn’t let go of his torso. Peter was almost glad he didn’t; he doubted he could stand on his own right now.

“I tended to your wounds while you were unconscious,” Octavius said. “It’s not a perfect patch job, but I did the best I could.”

Peter shook his head slowly, his big, brown Bambi eyes wide and puzzled. “I don’t understand.”

“I also gave you some pain killers, which might be making your head a bit fuzzy.”

“But…why?” he scoffed. “You did this to me. You’re the ones who…beat me up. You love beating me up. You—you hate me. You want me dead. You’ve tried to make me dead a million times.” Peter jolted suddenly, a cramp shooting through his broken leg. If he was on painkillers, they were doing a pretty piss-poor job. Everything hurt and was too confusing to comprehend. He closed his eyes and dropped his face into his hands, moaning. “Oh god…I’ve gotta be trapped in some crazy fever dream right now. Or maybe…I’m dead. Am I dead? None of this makes any sense…”

“You’re not dead, Peter,” Otto said, stifling a chuckle.

A shudder rippled through the teenager. He lowered his hands, revealing the colorless face behind them.

“How…how do you know my…?”

Shit, Doc Oc thought. It was a careless slip of the tongue. He had meant to keep his knowledge of Spider-Man’s alter ego a secret so as to not frighten him further, but it looked like the cat was out of the bag.

Peter’s gaze shifted anxiously between the six super villains again. Fresh fear clouded over his glassy eyes, and he went back to squirming against Octavius’ hold.

“Now what are you trying to do?” Otto asked, exasperated.

“G-get the hell out of here,” Peter answered. He yanked at the claw around his torso, grunting with effort. “I know what this is. This is—one of those—hrgg—P-Princess Bride situations, isn’t it?”

The team of villains exchanged bemused glances with each other. “What are you talking about?”

“You know—mmneh—when the bad guys—c-catch Wesley, then heal him—just so the life-sucky torture machine thing is—m-more torturous? That’s what this is, right?” His face was flushing red, and more of his sutures were starting to leach blood.

Scorpion threw up his hands. “What’s the brat trying to say?”

“I think he’s saying we only doctored his wounds so that when we kill him, it’ll be all the more slow and painful,” Electro clarified with a shrug. “Which honestly sounds pretty in character for most of us.”

“See? This guy gets it.” Peter pushed at the prongs with all his might. Even as a half-dead, half-conscious mess, the kid couldn’t stop himself from being a smartass.

“I’m just impressed he made a reference to a movie that came out before he was a concept,” Rhino said. “You know, instead of, like, Finding Nemo?”

Otto could see the strain Spider-Man was putting himself through in his pitiful attempts to escape, so he decided to see what would happen if he succeeded. When Spider-Man shoved at his metal pincers again, he let them snap open. Surprise flashed across Peter’s face as he dropped to the ground and wobbled on his feet, followed by weary triumph.

“Ha! See? T-told you I would…I could…”

He faltered and swayed, staggering backwards. Sandman enlarged his hand and caught him before he could hit the floor. Peter sat limply in his palm, breathing heavy, frail and febrile and injured and exhausted. He looked down at the sand-hand that had stopped him from falling, then back up at the surrounding circle of villains, fear and confusion stinging in the corners of his eyes.

“W-why aren’t you...trying to kill me?”

The room dipped into nervous silence. Spider-Man’s gaze continued to jump between them, searching for answers.

“Why did you treat the wounds you gave me?” he continued weakly. With every word that passed his lips, the shake in his voice increased. “W-what do you want from me? Are you trying to…turn me to the dark side or something?”

Shocker stroked his chin. “Wouldn’t be a bad idea…”

“No,” Sandman answered pointedly, shooting Shocker a sideways glare.

“Then what?” Peter snapped. “What’s going on? Why am I here? Why aren’t I dead yet?” Spider-Man dragged himself back to his feet, grimacing harshly. “T-tell me what you’re planning to do with me, or I’ll—I’ll…”

His scowl dropped suddenly, replaced by a look of panic. His eyes went wide and his jaw clenched.

“Or you’ll what?” Scorpion asked in a mocking tone.

When Peter didn’t answer him, Octavius took a step closer. “Spider-Man? What’s wrong?”

Gradually, the terror in his face gave way to dread. Peter sucked in a gasp and cupped his hand over his mouth.

 “I think…I’m gonna puke.”

Otto blinked. “Oh,” he said. That was not the response he was expecting, but it didn’t look like the kid was joking. He lurched forward, stifling a gag, making everyone exclaim and leap back. His pale face hinted a sickly shade of green.

“Oh,” Octavius repeated, animated by a new sense of urgency. He glanced around frantically until he spotted the fern in the corner of the room. He seized it with one of his tentacles, dumped the plant and the soil onto the floor, then slid the empty pot in front of Spider-Man. “Uh, here.”

Peter moaned in defeat before doubling over the pot and retching violently. The Sinister Six turned away in disgust, fighting to keep their own lunches down. There was hardly anything inside him to upchuck in the first place, but his body continued to dry heave for another half-minute. Once the bout passed, Peter was left wheezing and trembling with his head held low. His throat burned and tears were slipping from his eyes faster than he could wipe them away.

“Forgot about the stomach flu,” Electro said, sticking out his tongue. “Blech.”

Peter wanted to ask how the hell they knew he had a stomach bug, among many other things, but he was too fatigued to form words.

Octavius turned back to him squeamishly. The poor kid looked so small, hurt, and sick. It amazed him how quickly his hate for Spider-Man had transformed into a tentative fondness. He felt the need to comfort him somehow, the way adults were supposed to comfort young ones when they weren’t feeling well. But he had no idea how.

Instead, he grabbed a roll of paper towels and a cup of water from the kitchen and placed them both by his side. “Here,” he said awkwardly.

Peter eyed the items and whimpered softly. With miserable, lethargic movements, Peter washed out his mouth and wiped his face, every breath aching in his chest. Shame and fever radiated off him in waves. When he was finished, he just sat there, panting and shivery. Too weak to move.

“I think you ought to lay back down, Spidey,” Sandman said, plucking the hero off the floor between two massive fingers. He returned him to the couch with delicate care, guiding his head to the pillow and draping the blanket over his body.

“No…” Peter mumbled languidly, trying to sit up. When he closed his eyes, he couldn’t get them to open again. “Just…tell me…why…”

Something cold and wet pressed against his forehead, gently pushing him back down. Octavius had grabbed a hand towel from the kitchen and soaked it in ice water. The cool touch against his skin was soothing and unexpectedly soporific. Slowly, his muscles went lax. His tumultuous thoughts faded into sleepy nothingness.

“We will,” Otto lied. “But for now, rest.”

It was almost endearing how quickly Spider-Man drifted back to sleep. Octavius left the towel on his forehead and watched as his breathing eased to a steady rhythm.

“Damn,” Shocker sighed. “Poor kid.”

“We really beat him senseless,” Rhino said.

Electro stood over the slumbering hero with his hands on his hips, tilting his head to the side. “Is it just me, or is Spider-Man, like…kind of adorable?”

Scorpion snorted. “Adorable?”

“You know! In that, like, puppy-dog, dumb little kid kind of way. I mean, look at him! Does no one else think so?”

Sandman shrugged, fighting back a smile. “I mean, maybe. Sorta.” His expression gradually hardened, and he looked at Doc Oc. “So…is what you said before true? Is he really, like, an orphan?”

Otto lowered his gaze. “Not exactly. His parents died when he was a toddler, and he was adopted by his aunt and uncle, who became like parents to him. But then his uncle was killed last year, so now it’s just him and his aunt. He hasn’t had a particularly easy life.”

“And we certainly haven’t helped on that front,” Rhino added.

“It’s insane to me that at his age, this is what he chose to do with his powers. If I’d gotten his abilities when I was fifteen and gone through all that loss, I’d have been robbing every store on 5th Avenue.”

Shocker smirked. “I hate to say it, but...he’s kind of a good kid. Even if he is an obnoxious little dumbass.”

Amidst the conversation, Octavius’ face remained stoic, unreadable. He waited a while before clearing his throat. “I…wanted to let you all know. I, um, spoke to Tombstone this morning.”

All eyes turned to him, alarmed.

“He saw footage of us capturing Spider-Man on the news,” he explained. “He’s offering us two million each in exchange for the kid.”

Rhino’s jaw dropped. “Two million dollars? For each of us?”

“Holy shit,” Sandman breathed.

“What the hell?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“And he just wants the kid?” Shocker exclaimed. "That’s it?”

Otto nodded slowly. “Alive, but yes. That’s all he wants.” He swallowed and looked at the floor. “He’s given us until the end of the week to accept his offer.”

Excitement and dismay swept across everyone’s expressions. Each person waited for someone to speak up, for someone else to say no, we can’t. But it was just too tempting a proposition to dismiss out of hand. They could finally be free to do what they wanted. Free to live as they pleased, villainous or otherwise. Free to punish this city the way it had punished them, if they so choose. Turning over the kid was all it would take. One quick transaction. Hand over their nemesis, their sworn enemy, and it was done. They’d be rich.

“What the hell does he plan to do with him?” Sandman whispered uneasily.

“We don’t have to decide right now,” Doc Oc clarified. “I just wanted to make you aware of the opportunity. We can discuss it more later.”

An air of tentative relief settled over the room. Electro puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms against his chest.

“In that case, what are we going to tell him when he wakes up again? That we want to sell him to some psychopath so we can all be millionaires? That we think he’s cute and want to keep him as a pet?”

Doctor Octopus shook his head. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he said. He turned back to his team. “I’ll keep monitoring him and re-treat the wounds he opened. I think it’s best we always have a pair of eyes on him to prevent another incident involving the destruction of my art pieces.”

The rest of the Sinister Six agreed, scattering throughout the complex, the proposition weighing heavily on all of their minds. Otto put on some classical music and began mopping the fresh blood off Peter’s torso.

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Haha, there we go, now you'll have everything on one place smh

Ok, so I do have multiple big ones, actually deteailed ones so you wouldn’t have to bang your head cuz of how little detail I gave you, but yet again these are mostly from movies and i don’t wanna spoil them to you if you haven’t watched them but maybe would wanna- Also would reccomend, of course if you’d like to, search the movies up and go to pics so you would get the better cncept of them, but there is a trigger warning for both this one and The Furies. I am leaving out the plot twists, and a lot of details cuz I’m tryng my best not to spoil anything too much, I am sorry if I give too little information tho. Alsooo deffinetly T/W for these, i’m so sorry for not writting T/Ws before :’(

This one is “The Dare”. Let’s say reader and their friends were hanging out like idiots in the woods when they were little, and came upon a house where lives a dude that everyone was scared of, but yet again that dude was a legend and no one belived he was actually real (he was smh). That dude had a son taht has never seen another human being besides his dad his whole life, so when he on accident met them he was like “oh ma go’ (d), we’re not alone”, and he wanted to be friends w/them. But they were cruel little rats and made (dared) him do some real f˘cked up things, like letting bug in eear and so on. That traumatised him. So ig that kid would be Ticci Toby since he is a human, if you don’t write for him, than any proxy/male creep close to human, while dude (dad) uhh idk lmao, also that event traumatised that creep. After some years, *cough* when they were all grown up, probably like in their 20s but looked like they were deadass 30 *cough* The creep has killed his dad and kidnapped reader+the friends that have traumatised him as a kid. He locks them up +, and makes them do what they made him do (there were 6 things I think, do these by your imaginatio), but like 120 times more f˘cked up. So that what I said about a bug, it was harmless little ant… The creep made one of them put the pregnant spider to the other in the ear, the spider was like minutes away from making babies, and having to, ummm eat. One of them made out, you can either make it the reader or reader’s friend. You choose what happens to the creep.

Submitted by: @creepybluedreams

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Word Count: 567 Story Contains: Murder, mentions of torture, kidnapping, Ticci Toby x Reader Requested by: you

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“Truth or dare Y/N?” Your friend Lisa asked looking at you with a smirk. You smirked back at her and leaned back a bit.

“Dare cause I’m not a wuss.” You laughed rolling your eyes playfully.

“Alright then since you’re not a wuss…” Lisa started as she looked at you mischievously. “I dare you to go and spend five minutes alone in the woods with no flashlight.” A chorus of “oohs” could be heard from the rest of the group.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Reginald asked looking at Lisa with concern.

“Hey! She said she ain’t a wuss then she better prove it.” Lisa said edging you on. Oh, she was so on!

“Whatever small children stop your bickering, start the timer.” You said stopping their conversation. Lisa nodded and as soon as you were out of sight.

“Aren’t you worried? Remember that old man?” Regi said referring to the old dilapidated house nearby. What you had forgotten was the old house that was nearby.

“Dude it’s just a myth.” Your friend Liam chimed in with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah, seriously you need to relax.” Lisa said leaning back in her chair.

What they didn’t know was that the man was real and he had a son. And that dear old son of his had just killed his father. Toby took the axe out of his father’s skull and decided to finally go outside. He walked through the woods for a while before finding you.

More than anything he wanted the human companionship he never got. So when he laid his eyes upon you he was mesmerized. He had never seen a human that beautiful before. But there was also this sick part of him that wanted to continue to be sadistic and torture people, but weirdly he didn’t want to do that to you.

He made his way towards you and you spun around but due to not having a flashlight you couldn’t see him.

“H-Hello?” You asked quietly. It was probably an animal you thought to yourself yet you couldn’t shake this bad feeling. You couldn’t even scream when the blunt part of his ax made contact with your head.

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“Alright Y/N, time’s up!” Lisa called out to you but received no answer. She rolled her eyes thinking you were just playing with her or didn’t hear her. “Guy we should go look for Y/N, she hasn’t come out yet.” The group agreed and made their way into the forest to see a bloody figure trying to carry your unconscious body.

He quickly but gently put you down and stood up gripping his ax in hand. Maybe he could have human companionship and do what his heart desires? He killed everyone other than Lisa, Liam, and Reginald. He took everyone back to the house which lucky for him wasn’t too far away.

He strapped you to a chair and chained your friends to a wall.

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You awoke to find yourself tied to a chair. You looked around the room before someone came in. You didn’t even want to recount the horrors you had to watch your friends live through. Once he was finished and both your friends were dead he came towards you and put his hand under your chin as tears escaped your eyes.

“Don’t cry my love, you won’t leave me. We’ll be happy together.” He said with a smile.