#Interactive Web Portal

[julirobert]

Where to get your Interactive Web Portal design?

Creating an interactive web portal design requires a combination of creativity, user experience expertise, and technical skills. In this 1000-word guide, we will explore the essential steps to craft an engaging and user-friendly web portal design.

Understand the Purpose and Target Audience

The first step in designing an interactive web portal is understanding its purpose and identifying the target audience. Ask yourself: What is the primary goal of the portal? Who are the intended users? Understanding these aspects will guide your design decisions and ensure that the portal meets the needs of its users.

Conduct User Research

User research is crucial for creating a user-centric web portal. Utilize various research methods such as surveys, interviews, and usability testing to gain insights into user preferences, pain points, and behaviors. Analyze the gathered data to discover patterns and use it as a foundation for your design choices.

Plan the User Journey

Map out the user journey to identify the different steps users will take to accomplish their goals on the portal. Create user flows that show how users will navigate through the portal's various sections. This process helps to identify potential roadblocks and opportunities for enhancing the user experience.

Define Information Architecture

Establish a clear and intuitive information architecture to organize the content and features of the portal effectively. Use techniques such as card sorting and tree testing to arrange information in a way that makes sense to users. A well-defined information architecture ensures easy navigation and access to desired information.

Sketch Wireframes

Before diving into detailed design, create wireframes to outline the portal's layout and structure. Wireframes are basic, low-fidelity representations of the interface, focusing on the placement of elements and functionality. They provide a clear vision of the portal's layout without getting bogged down in visual details.

Design the User Interface

Now it's time to bring your web portal to life with visual design. Use your branding guidelines, color theory, and typography principles to create a visually appealing interface. Pay attention to the use of whitespace, contrast, and consistency to enhance readability and ease of use. Incorporate interactive elements like buttons, menus, and animations to make the portal engaging and user-friendly.

Implement Responsive Design

In today's mobile-first world, a responsive design is essential. Ensure your web portal design adapts seamlessly to various screen sizes, including desktops, tablets, and smartphones. Use CSS media queries and fluid layouts to achieve responsiveness.

Focus on Accessibility

Make your web portal accessible to all users, including those with disabilities. Follow accessibility guidelines such as Web Content Accessibility Guidelines (WCAG) to ensure that the portal is perceivable, operable, understandable, and robust for all users.

Test and Iterate

Conduct usability testing with real users to evaluate the effectiveness of your design. Gather feedback and identify areas for improvement. Iterate on your design based on the insights gained from testing to enhance the user experience continually.

Monitor Analytics and Performance

After launching the interactive web portal, monitor user behavior and engagement using analytics tools. Track key performance indicators (KPIs) such as bounce rate, conversion rate, and time on page to assess the portal's success and identify areas that need further optimization.

What is Interactive Web Portal?

An interactive web portal refers to a website or online platform that allows users to access and interact with various services, information, applications, and resources in a unified and user-friendly manner. These portals are designed to provide a seamless and engaging user experience, typically offering personalized content, customization options, and real-time communication.

Interactive web portals can cater to various sectors and industries, including education, healthcare, finance, e-commerce, government, and more. Examples of interactive web portals include customer self-service portals, educational portals, healthcare patient portals, and government service portals.

The goal of an interactive web portal is to create an immersive and efficient online environment that enhances user engagement, streamlines workflows, and facilitates communication and collaboration.

Benefits of Interactive Web Portal

An interactive web portal offers numerous benefits for both users and businesses. Here are some of the key advantages:

Enhanced User Experience: Interactive web portals provide a more engaging and user-friendly experience. They allow users to interact with the content, access personalized information, and perform various tasks efficiently. This fosters a positive user experience, increasing user satisfaction and encouraging return visits.

Personalization: Interactive portals can tailor content and services based on user preferences, behavior, and past interactions. This personalization creates a more relevant and targeted experience, leading to higher user engagement and conversion rates.

Increased Engagement: Interactivity encourages users to spend more time on the portal. Engaging features such as quizzes, polls, games, and social sharing elements entice users to participate actively, promoting a sense of community and encouraging them to explore more content.

Improved Communication: Web portals often facilitate direct communication between users and businesses. Features like live chat, forums, and messaging systems enable real-time interactions, enhancing customer support and fostering a stronger connection with users.

Data Collection and Analysis: Interactive web portals can gather valuable user data, such as preferences, behavior, and demographics. This information helps businesses understand their audience better, make informed decisions, and refine their offerings for greater success.

Business Efficiency: For organizations, interactive portals can streamline internal processes. They can serve as centralized platforms for employees, partners, and stakeholders to access resources, collaborate, and exchange information, leading to increased productivity and efficiency.

Marketing and Branding Opportunities: Interactive elements within a web portal can be used to showcase products, services, or marketing campaigns creatively. Gamification, interactive demos, and interactive ads can boost brand visibility, drive conversions, and create a memorable brand experience.

Easier Navigation: Interactivity can make navigation more intuitive and straightforward. Users can access information quickly through interactive menus, search functionalities, and interactive maps, leading to a better overall user experience.

Mobile Accessibility: Interactive web portals can be optimized for mobile devices, providing users with a seamless experience across different screen sizes and devices. As mobile usage continues to grow, this adaptability becomes increasingly important.

Competitive Advantage: By offering an interactive web portal, businesses can stand out from their competitors and demonstrate their commitment to providing innovative and customer-centric solutions. This can lead to increased customer loyalty and attract new users.

In summary, an interactive web portal provides an array of benefits that lead to improved user experience, enhanced communication, and increased business efficiency, all of which contribute to long-term success and growth.

In conclusion, creating an interactive web portal design involves a well-rounded approach that considers user needs, aesthetics, accessibility, and functionality. By understanding the purpose, conducting user research, and implementing best practices, you can craft a successful and engaging web portal that resonates with its target audience.

[bensolosbluesaber]

Nowhere to Run: Part 1 (Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader)

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader

Warnings: Hints of suicidal ideation on reader’s part, Fang stuff (Miguel uses fangs on reader), Chasing, Miguel is maybe ooc (I only saw the movie once and was mostly trying to keep from audibly moaning every time he was on-screen), Miguel and reader fight - he does some damage, Poison, Wounds, Not edited (but I will come back for some minor edits later on), Let me know if I missed anything

Summary: After the collapse of your universe, you resort to jumping around the multiverse to survive. Evolution gave you the powers needed to escape your universe. Technology of your own design stopped the glitches. But you haven’t found a way to escape the man relentlessly hunting you across every universe - Spider-Man 2099. ~2,500 words

Angst, hurt/comfort, eventual happy ending

A/N: This is for all of us who watched the Nueva York chase scene/train sequence and thought ‘when do I get to be Miles?’ This is dedicated to the Miguel O’Hara editors on TikTok - you guys are doing god’s work over there (especially with the captions). There shouldn’t be any spoilers in here beyond what was shown in trailers, but tread as carefully as you feel you need.

EDIT: Part 2

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A persistent tingle deep in your mind vibrated madly the closer Spider-Man 2099 was to you. It was your Spidey-sense warning you of danger.  For the first few months, you managed to stay several universe’s ahead of the terrifying Spider-Man variant, but after running for months with no one to help you, dodging the Spider-Person in each universe, and growing more exhausted with each portal you opened, 2099 was catching up.

He was catching up quite literally. The man was a few blocks behind you, pursuing you through the streets of a Queens in a universe you had never seen before. Buildings were built into trees. The entire city was a perfect symbiosis between nature and technology. It was beautiful, but there was no time to appreciate it. The time on your wrist ticked down. Seventy-six seconds. Seventy-five.

You shot out another web. It caught a window, and you took a sharp corner then another trying to lose the hunter.

Seventy seconds until you could safely open another portal. Well safe was a relative measure. Ideally you would allow a full day between jumps, but if you only had twelve hours, well then odds of survival rose to about fifty-fifty. Anything less than twelve hours and implosion was basically guaranteed.

Sixty-eight. You extended your legs for more momentum, rolled in the air, shot out two webs and used them to zip forward. Sixty-two. 2099 was fast, faster than you. You didn’t dare to look back to see if he was still in pursuit.

He protected the multiverse, kept it from collapsing in on itself, and you put the entire web of connection at risk just by being alive outside of your universe. You didn’t begrudge 2099 for what he thought he had to do. Maybe it was true that your presence could cause a universe to collapse, but you were careful not to stay for too long, not to interact with the Spider of that universe, not to fight any super-villains. If he could just understand that you were careful, that you didn’t want a multiversal collapse anymore than he did, maybe he would be reasonable.

Then again, maybe not. He was relentless, and from what little you had heard of Spider-Man 2099, he wasn’t one for talk and negotiation.

Fifty-five. You dived down, shot another web, swung again. You could never go back to your world’s boundless emptiness and not another living soul. That thought kept your exhausted muscles working. Fifty. The void was all that remained of your collapsed universe, a void in which you could not die but where no one else could live.

Forty-eight. Forty seven. This block was all future, half-built apartment buildings.

Thirty. You’d long ago lost your suit. All that remained was the mask that obscured your face. You must look ridiculous swinging around in stolen street-clothes: a baggy sweatshirt, leggings, dirty sneakers.

Twenty-one. Nearly there. Just a few-

A solid mass of muscle stole the breath from your lungs and flattened you into a cement wall. Claws shattered the cement beside your head into a fine gray powder. A hand closed around your throat, and you were crushed between the blue and red clad Spider-Man and the wall.

He was pure muscle. This was the closest you’d ever been to 2099, and his sheer size was terrifying. The red lines on his mask narrowed with his eyes as he studied you.

Eighteen. You pushed at his broad chest, struggling desperately to fight him off, but he was enhanced too and probably well-fed and rested - two things you were not.

“Stop fighting me,” 2099 growled into your ear, his voice a deep rumble that you felt in his chest.

“I won’t go back.” You choked out the words while you planted a knee against him and tried to kick him away. Your efforts were utterly useless. Quite literally, you could feel muscles rippling across his chest and arms as he held you against the wall while you trid to wriggle free.

In the corner of your eye, you watched the red numbers tick down. Six. Five. Was it even possible? It had to be.

2099 brought you forward then slammed you into the wall again. The impact made your head spin. The red lines of his mask doubled and tripled. He was trying to get something around your wrist.

“Hold still!”

Two.

With the last vestige of strength left in your body, you brought a hand to his face and shot a wad of webbing at his eyes. He growled and stopped his attempt to hand-cuff you - or whatever he was doing - to wipe the webbing away. For a second he was distracted. You imagined the glowing golden portal. Closed your eyes. Energy sparked in your body, coursed through your veins and arm. You shot a web at the wall behind you. It shimmered gold, dim gold, but still gold.

There was a moment where you thought it hadn't worked. Then the wall crumbled away and you felt wind whip you backward as a bright gold light filled the space. 2099 reached for you, claws extended. Four knife-like talons dug into your shoulder, ripping through the ratty sweater, digging into your skin, and tearing four long bloody stripes into your flesh as the portal drug you away..

You planted both feet on his stomach and kicked him off. A bright red web shot out from 2099’s hand to tangle in a tree. The last thing you saw was 2099 falling then catching himself before you tumbled away from him and toward a new universe.

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It was raining on this new Earth. Actually, ‘raining’ was a bit of an understatement. It was absolutely pouring, and you were soaked before you hit the ground. Hard.

You hadn't been as focused as you needed to be, and the portal had opened in the sky and dropped you ten feet to the roof of a towering building in some universe’s version of New York. You couldn’t tear the mask from your face quick enough as you gasped desperately for air. 2099 was strong, and he’d smashed you half a foot into solid cement.

Your ribs ached. So did your head for that matter. But it was the dull ache spreading across your shoulder, down your arm, and seeping through your muscles like liquid fire that really made you afraid.

The gray of your stolen sweater was soaked in crimson blood. Carefully, you pushed the stained fabric over your shoulder.

Shit. Shit!

Beneath the torn fabric, your skin glowed a sickly, dare you say radioactive red - the same red as 2099’s suit. His talons must have been poisoned, and now that poison was making it’s way through your body, causing unknown damage and immense pain. There had to be a lab on this Earth. Right? If you could only get there, you were smart enough to whip up an antidote.

But as you stood, it was obvious that you wouldn’t be going anywhere. The poison was potent and fast-acting. Insanely, you wondered if it was really poison or if you should be calling it venom. It didn’t matter, because a moment after gaining your feet, your legs failed. You careened forward and nearly smashed your head again, only just catching yourself before slowly laying down in the rainwater.

City lights sparkled in the distance and reflected in the puddle forming around your head. Purple and blues and few bright yellows. Not a bad view if this was how you died. If only the poison weren’t so painful. You wanted to scream, but you lacked the strength.

A familiar tingle shot across your spine a second before the bright gold light of a portal obscured the reflection of the city lights. No! He was so close when you jumped universe’s. He must have tracked you; no wonder he hadn't bothered to chase you through the portal.

You scrambled backwards weakly, your feet struggling for purchase on the slick roof as the broad shouldered man appeared. He was wreathed in gold light. You couldn’t jump again, couldn’t even stand, could barely drag your body through the rain as Spider-Man 2099 strode closer.

“Nowhere to run,” he said. His voice was flat, like he took no pleasure in finally having you trapped.

“I won’t go back!” You tried to sound tough, strong, but your voice cracked over the words. “There’s nothing there. I can’t. I’d rather die than- than go back to nothing. 2099, don’t send me back”

Your fingers felt the ledge of the building and empty air beyond it. Poison. Fall. The clawed Spider-Man. A slow descent into madness trapped in the empty and endless remains of your home universe. A fall seemed fastest. But you didn’t want to. You were scared. You didn’t really want to die. Your shoulder throbbed and head filled with fog. The skin was glowing such a bright red you could see it in the corner of your eye.

In the brief moment you hesitated, he was on you. 2099’s red webs wrapped around your chest, and he yanked you forward and away from the ledge. You crumpled at his feet, and he just stared down at you through that mask. His blue and red mask swam in your vision as you stared up at him. Was it the rain that was so cold? Or was it the poison? No, venom. Poison? Venom?

2099’s face got bigger as he knelt beside you.

“What is this?” He pulled at the torn sweater, his gaze falling on the bright red mottling your skin.

Miguel O’Hara had never seen his claws damage anyone like this. There was no venom in them… unless in whatever universe you had come from something about them was venomous. It was possible. His fangs were venomous, that he did know.

Miguel pulled off his mask, the adrenaline of the chase fading while he watched you struggle for life. He’d meant to stop you, take you back to base, figure out where you’d come from… not kill you. He ran his tongue over one of the fangs protruding from his mouth.

The next thing you knew, 2099 was sitting next to you and pulling you onto his lap. It might have all been a dream, you couldn’t tell. The lights were so beautiful. Your head lolled to one side, your whole body limp as a ragdoll in his muscular arms. His face filled your vision and blocked out the pretty lights.

He had a strong jawline, dark curls, sharp cheekbones, a broad nose, and were those fangs? And were his eyes glowing red? Yes, two orbs as red as the suit and your poisoned skin shone down at you. He was pretty too. This had to be a dream. The monster chasing you couldn’t be so handsome. You blinked, eyes unfocused. Your Spidey-sense was going wild, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fight. 2099 was warm, and you could go to sleep right here.

He shifted your body again so your side was pressed against his chest. “2099,” you whispered weakly, pathetically.

“I’m sorry for this,” he whispered in that low growl. Now it was tinged with what almost sounded like real regret. “It’s the best I can think of.”

He guided your head to rest in the curve of his shoulder, face turned toward his neck. One hand brushed hair away from your neck, the other wrapped around your waist. His fingers were no longer clawed, and his movements were gentle as he held you close, muscles tensing underneath your body. The expression on his face was tender. It seemed impossible that this was the same man who had made you his prey for months.

“Don’t panic now,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to your neck. “Stay still.”

You were barely aware of what was happening. His lips were warm, then four sharp pricks stung the base of your neck just above your collarbone and the deep poisoned wounds. Panic tried to rise in your throat, but you weren’t conscious enough to really process that a man currently had his fangs sunk into your throat. He drew back and spit out bright red poison, then bit into you again. Then again. And again.

Miguel was exceptionally careful with you, holding you perfectly still and being sure to sink his fangs into the same spot each time so as not to mark your skin any more than necessary.

Slowly, the world began coming back into focus. You were exhausted, but the poison was being was successfully being leeched from your system by his fangs. Brown curls were the first thing you became aware of, then the almost unnatural warmth coming from the man beneath you, then the cold pricks on rain on your back, then... then that something was biting you. Before you could wrench your head back, a large hand cradled the back of your head. You desperately tried to struggle as you realized what this vampiric Spider-Man was doing to you. The muscles in his arm flexed as he held your head still.

2099 pulled his fangs from your neck, spit bright red then let go of your head. You sat up quickly. The movement made you dizzy.

“I know you’re scared.” Miguel could see the fear in your eyes. He nodded to your still glowing shoulder. It was dimmer now and hurt less, but it was still obvious poisoned. “But this is working. Let me help you.”

You were looking him right in the eyes, the glowing red eyes, and though you didn’t trust him, you knew instinctively he was right.

“Okay,” you breathed lowly.

You laid your head on his shoulder. Miguel could feel how your whole body trembled, but whether it was from fear or cold or something else entirely he couldn’t tell. When his lips touched your skin you whimpered. That was fear.

Miguel still had one arm around you, but he took your hand in his free one, interlaced your fingers, and squeezed once. Then he sunk his fangs into your neck. It stung a bit but didn’t really hurt. Now that your were conscious, you could feel the poison being drawn toward the spot where his mouth connected to your skin. That didn’t really hurt either. It was like stretching a sore muscle - a satisfying pain that ultimately brought relief.

2099 drew back to spit out his poison. When was the last time you’d touched someone like this? A touch that was more than an accidental brush in the street - or a purposeful one so you could steal someone’s wallet. 2099 was your enemy, your hunter. He was dangerous. But he was saving your life and holding you so tenderly it made your chest ache.

“Once more,” he promised.

His fangs brushed over your skin for the last time. You pulled your hand from his and splayed your fingers across his chest. 2099 brought his now free hand to your poisoned shoulder and pushed the ripped fabric apart.

Miguel watched the last of the poison be pulled from your veins as it filled his mouth. He spit it out then turned back to study how your body was pressed against him.

“Can you stand?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. Then panic hit and you jerked back, still sitting on his lap but with your face now safely away from his fangs. “You- you’re going to send me back. 2099, please don’t.”

“Why do you keep calling me that? My name is Miguel.”

Miguel. 2099 had a name. Of course he did, but hearing it made him seem so human. And his face was handsome. That was no venom or poison induced hallucination. The man was beautiful.

“And no. Not yet.”

“My universe collapsed. There’s nothing for me to go back to.”

His red eyes softened as they met yours.

“We won’t send you back to an empty universe,” he paused, and one side of his lips twitched up. “You ran because you thought I’d send you back to a void? I see I have quite the reputation.”

Miguel lifted you to your feet easily. He set you on your feet and tapped the watch-like contraption on his wrist. You leaned against his muscled chest for stability. Even without his poison, you were still wounded and tired and malnourished. A portal spiraled out in front of you both.

“You promise not to send me back there?” You looked up at Miguel. He squinted at the portal’s bright light and tugged the mask back over his face.

“Promise.”

To be continued... 

Part 2

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A/N: Part 2 will be a little time jump, and we’ll actually see Miguel and reader get into a relationship!

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[zaynesdesimc]

Father Mine- 2. Miguel O’Hara x teen!spider!reader

Just note- this and father mine aren’t in the canon of Miguel’s and mini Miguel’s story line<3 also this is absolute crap and I’m so sorry it has a lot more plot and less of Miguel and mini Miguel interaction. Though whatever they do have is pain. (ALSO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVE I LOVE ALL OF YOU) please comment and reblog if you liked it :DD

Warnings: angst. FATHER MINE PART 1 Part 3

“Where is she?” He asks Jess.

“She didn’t follow.” Is what the woman replies and that’s that.

A spark of worry shoots through him but he ignores it. Now is not the time to worry about anything but the anomaly.

He scans his surroundings and tries to look for wherever the kid may be.

A part of his mind still screams he’s just a kid.

That weak thinking, letting things slide mindset was ahat got Gabriella killed. It was what killed an entire universe. He couldn’t let more people be killed for the sake of the life of one man.

“Split up. Look for him.” He orders Ben and Jess and they leave promptly.

Not now. Not now. He’d check up on you after.

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“Miles!” You whisper-shout at the boy.

He almost shouts but you cover his mouth with your hand, “you’re in the wrong universe, you’re on earth-42.” His eyes widen, “I’m here to help you.”

“Why should I trust you?” His eyes narrow at you.

“I don’t know.” You look down, “But I’m asking you to trust me anyways.”

After a beat of silence he talks, “how did you know I was in the wrong universe?”

“You were bit by a spider that was from here. It’s venom altered your dna to this universe. And the go home machine scanned your dna, which was this universes and sent you here, I’m running out of breath and I can hear your mom from this univers walking here so let’s please just go.” You pull him out through the window just as the door opens and Rio steps in.

You and Miles drop down into an abandoned alleyway, and you hide a wince because of the pain in your leg. He turns invisible and you open a portal. Just as he walks through, Ben comes into view and sees you.

“Mini Miguel! You’re here! You know your dad was pretty worried you didn’t show! I’ll tell him you’re here wait- I” you web his mouth and eyes and as he flails about you launch yourself upwards and unhook his watch.

“I’m sorry, Ben.” You apologise to his mumbling form as his hands thrash around to remove the webs.

You jump into the portal and it closes.

“We’re in Miguel’s APARTMENT?” Miles’s all but shrieks and you wince.

“Jeez, bro. Don’t worry. He won’t look here.” You hand him a bottle of water from the minibar.

He drinks it all in one go and breathes deeply. You calm him down, “this is just for a few hours. Then I’ll shift you to your own universe.”

“Why not now?” He asks.

“You need to eat, and you’ll be fine. No one’s going to be named Captain tonight right? You can’t help anyone if you’re half dead.”

He clenches his jaw and sits down as you go to the kitchen and get a leftover pizza from the fridge. It was from that family night you had with Miguel and Lyla the day before Miles’s arrival.

You head to the living room after heating his food and his eyes are transfixed on a photo frame in his hand.

It’s a photo of you and him that Lyla had managed to sneak and Jess had printed for your birthday.

“He seems nice. When he’s not trying to kill me.” The boy scoffs.

You don’t answer, just handing him his food.

He eats in silence and you take the time to clean the house. Even if you did hate him just a bit, it didn’t mean he deserved to live in a messy house because he was too busy working.

“You really love him, huh?” Miles piped up and you look up from fluffing a cushion.

“Hmm.” You hum in response, “I don’t know.”

“If you didn’t you wouldn’t be here fluffing up his cushions and cleaning his home. Or should I say your home as well.” He raises an eyebrow.

You throw the cushion, “his home. Come on, we need to get to his office so I know what universe you’re from.”

He follows you to the window and has to swallow a gasp when you walk through it and float like you’re walking on air.

You chuckle, “it’s an illusion, sort of like that Indiana Jones movie.”

“The thing with the grail?” His voice is shaky as his foot comes to rest onto the platform connecting the window to the opposite balcony.

“Yeah, I got it made to fuck with Miguel.”

He huffs out a laugh, “I bet he would have freaked out?”

“You have no idea.” You smile a little at the memory as you jump of the platform and land lightly on the terrace.

Every few minutes you usher Miles into the few dark alleyways in the futuristic city of Nueva York to use the hidden pathways that are used by the underground thug gangs that you had managed to sniff out.

It takes about half an hour to reach the tower, and Miles turns invisible, “you couldn’t have done that before?” You raise an eyebrow.

He just looks sheepish and you try not to roll your eyes, “come on.”

He follows you through the entire area, sees them all wave and smile at you as you walk to where spider-byte may be.

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“Ben, come in.” Miguel speaks, “Ben!”

With a groan, he phones Lyla. She picks up immediately and her voice is frantic, “you need to get back. Now.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s Miles.” She informs him, “mini you is with him.”

His eyes widen under the mask and without a word he opens a portal to go home, “Jess. We’re going back to base.”

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“1610. Earth 1610.” You recite as you make a portal.

As soon as it opens, the door to the room swings open.

It’s a sort of déjà vu if you think about it.

The same room, the same scenario. But this time it’s you he’s after.

Your blood runs cold and you push Miles inside, “save your dad.” Are the last words you say to him as the portal closes in time just as Miguel pounces through air.

He looks at you and you freeze. His eyes are red and his fangs are out.

As he stands to his feet, your breathing becomes uneven.

Fuck you’re panicking. And it’s weird, because you’ve faced evil villains before. You’ve fought people that make Miguel look like a shortie.

So.. why the fuck are you so scared? Or were you always just a coward?

“You’re hurt.” He says in an eerily calm voice.

“Why-why do you care?” You huff out and his eyebrows furrow.

“What do you mean?” He raises his hand and you flinch. You notice the way his eyes widen and the hurt that floods the pools of his eyes.

He takes another step forward and you back away, “Stay the fuck away from me.” Your hand shoots forward. Only widening the chasm between the both of you.

“What. Happened? Who hurt you? Was it Miles? Did he force you to help him?” He snarls.

You stare at him dumbfounded, “Who hurt me? Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

You scoff, “I helped him of my own accord.”

It’s then that he takes a deep breath and a step back.

“That’s right. I helped him get away!”

“….how could you do this to us? To me?” He points to himself.

“What are you going to do now? Try and kill me like you did him?”

“I would never. I am your father-”

“You are a selfish monster.” You say and his breath hitches. The look on his face breaks your own heart and all you want to do is hug him.

“Don’t say that.” He points at you, “you don’t mean it.”

“I meant every damn word.” You scowl and reply, “you are not my father. I am not your daughter.”

He schools the hurt on his face, “So be it.” He webs your watch and breaks it into tiny pieces in a matter of moments, “it’s cute that you thought you could one up me. Really.” He chuckles, “You are relieved of your duties effective immediately. You will never be allowed into Earth-928 or any other dimension hereafter.”

He webs you closer to him as he opens a portal into some obscure universe, one you’ve never heard of, and just before he pushes you in, you glimpse the tears in his eyes, your own running down your cheek as you scream profanities at him.

The last thing you see is his face before you’re thrown into complete darkness.

[motherlvr]

Hi, can you do a Earth 42!Miles x Earth 42!Spider-Woman!Reader where Reader somehow meets Hobie and they hit it off. Miles sees them one day and gets jealous

tysm for the req!!

wc: 2.8k

pairing: E-42! Miles Morales x Spider-woman! reader

warnings: cursing, argument, friends to lovers, makeout sesh, slightly suggestive

a/n: imagine some comically sized british chap comes in and steals ur girl nahhh

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Your webs were useless against him.

At the moment, you were trying to apprehend a Vulture-like man and prevent him from further harming Brooklyn. As you have been for the past hour. You tried to pin the winged man down using your webs, but he tore right through them like they were made of paper.

What you initially believed going to be light work turned into a much larger problem as you were slammed into the side of a building. The unwelcome guest had an unfair advantage over you. You had to learn that the hard way.

His wing regenerated within only seconds of you ripping it off. It was like you were inside a cartoon.

Your jaw almost dropped to the ground. Hammerspace was real? You had only read about it in comics. "Dude, who even are you?" You shouted in confusion. But whoever he was, he wasn't from your world. That part was evident.

But it seemed like the tides were turning to your benefit.

You heard it before you saw it. You could've sworn guitar riffs rang throughout the air before another unexpected visitor came flying through a portal.

Upon further inspection, you realized it was another Spider-person. How was that possible? You thought you were the only one. But it wasn't the oddest thing you've seen as Spider-woman.

Bashing the winged man on the head with an electric guitar, he temporarily caught the Vulture off guard. Using it to his advantage, he quickly encased the anomaly in a force cage. Dusting off his palms, his lengthy legs strode over to you.

"Hold ya applause." He joked, giving you a small bow and pretending to tip an invisible hat.

His slightly cocky attitude was justified as you almost did applause. He folded the guy you've been fighting for an hour within only a few minutes. With a damn guitar, nonetheless. You almost geeked out, "That was fuckin' sick!" you exclaimed.

"Don't sell yourself short, mate. You did most of the work. My name's Hobie." He introduced himself. And from there, a grand friendship bloomed.

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Present-day and a few months have passed since you were practically drafted into the Spider Society. It was like a full-time job, as consumed most of your free time. The spare time that you'd usually spend hanging out with Miles. So needless to say, you were deprived of interactions with anyone that wasn't genetically enhanced by a spider.

Balancing your social life and the fate of the multiverse was much more challenging than Miguel originally let on. But what would he know about social life, anyway?

In the time you've spent at the Spider Society headquarters, you gravitated towards the infamous freedom fighter, Spider-punk. Or as he refers to be called: Hobie Brown.

Ever since he singlehandedly took the Vulture out with a guitar, the two of you just 'clicked'. Better yet, you guys were an unbeatable duo when it came to dealing with anomalies. You were almost inseparable. Just as Miles and you once were. Miguel even assigned Hobie the same missions as you.

One could say Hobie became what Miles once was to you. As you used to confide in Miles, you started to turn to Hobie instead. It wasn't that you were intentionally trying to distance yourself from Miles, but rather due to the convenience that Hobie shared the same issues as you. Rather, in this case, almost the exact same story. Hobie understood you to a Tee.

Miles was aware of your identity as Spider-woman as you were aware of him being the Prowler. But it wasn't always that way. Once upon a time, Miles originally intended to keep his identity as the Prowler a secret from you, but you found out anyway. Call it your spider-sense, if you may.

When someone close to you mysteriously disappears for various periods of time, it starts to hit a little too close to home. Miles trying to keep his identity concealed from you was a routine that wasn’t too different from yours. Him sneaking out at night, returning at ungodly hours with bruises, and lying. It was all too familiar. You eventually figured it out on your own. And when you confronted him about the truth, he confessed it all to you.

When he apologized for keeping such a crucial piece of information a secret, you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. So you revealed your secret identity to him. The two of you entrusted each other with your greatest secrets. Secrets that could completely ruin one's life if they were spread to the world. It would put massive targets on both of your backs. The two of you had something special: trust. Or at least, used to.

Refocusing back on the present, you were currently out hunting anomalies with Hobie as you have been for the past months.

Today's anomaly was a particularly pesky villain. He had Hobie and you running in circles all around New York. Inevitably, the two of you caught him anyway.

Wiping the sweat off your forehead, you realized how fatigued you were. You were sure Hobie felt the same.

Your life revolved around the Spider Society and what missions needed to be completed. You worked all day and all night to ensure the protection of the multiverse. You didn’t have much time to yourself nor time for anyone outside of the Spider Society.

So, after completing the mission Miguel had assigned the both of you, you convinced Hobie to take a short interlude with you before going off to catch another dimension-destroying villain. Thankfully, he agreed.

Opening a portal to your selected safe space in New York, you guided Hobie outside the Clocktower. You frequented it when you needed a quick retreat from all the responsibilities being Spider-woman came with. But unbeknownst to you, Miles did the same. He was leaning his back against the other side of the Clocktower, unsuspecting of your presence.

Safe to presume, both of you were alike in more ways than just having secret identities as vigilantes.

Miles has been visiting this Clocktower ever since he took up his Uncle's mantle as the Prowler. He came up to this tower to wind down, away from his vigilante duties. His life was turned upside down, but the one thing that remained constant in his life was you. Now was a different story, however. You were slowly fading away from him, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Angling his head up towards the sky, he pondered about your disappearance. What could possibly have you so occupied? Another guy? Just the thought irked him.

You stopped returning his calls, messaging him, and didn't seem to have any free time. He knew being Spider-woman must come with great responsibility, but the excuses you made were piling up. The mutual trust the two of you once shared was slowly becoming a distant memory.

As Hobie and you pulled your masks down, you let out a long exhale of air. Sitting on the ledge of the clocktower with your legs swinging, Hobie made himself at home next to you. He said, "I am absolutely knackered." his English accent becoming more prominent. You cracked a slight smile and teased, "You tired, innit?" He only rolled his eyes at you and said, "You ain't even use innit right, you pillock."

Your uncontrolled laughter could be heard from miles away. It felt good to be able to relax for once. Even if it was only for a few minutes. Dramatically wiping tears from your eyes, you asked in between laughs, "What the hell is a pillock?" Hobie didn't find it nearly as amusing but gave a small chuckle at how comedic you found it.

As your laugh rang throughout the air, Miles' ears almost perked, despite not hearing your voice in months. Suddenly rising from his position, he wondered whether his ears were deceiving him. But as your laughter got louder, he was positive it was you.

Following the familiar sound of your voice, he spotted you sitting on the ledge of the Clocktower, looking as carefree as ever. Your back was facing toward him, and he was dying to just catch a single glimpse of you.

He called out your name with only a hint of hesitation. And when you whipped your head around, it was like a wave of affection hit him all over again. He was seeing you for the first time in months. Even after all that time away, you still made his heartbeat pause.

A silent moment passed as the sun's gleaming rays framed your figure in all the right ways. He only snapped out of his trance when he realized you weren't alone. You were accompanied by a rather conspicuous individual. Another guy.

Narrowing his eyes at the sight of the unknown male, he asked you, "What're you doin' up here, ma?

He wanted to hold a grudge against you for barely speaking to him within the past few months, but that was a less-pressing matter that he'd bring up later.

You disappeared for months. But out of the blue one evening, you return with some unknown guy. Staring at Miles, you looked like a deer caught in headlights. He felt as if he wasn't supposed to be seeing this.

Perhaps Miles was being selfish. But he couldn't bare to see you with another guy. So when he saw you with Hobie, he only assumed the worst.

Not to mention, Miles believed you looked a bit too cozy with the enigma of a male next to you. If he hadn't interrupted the two of you, it seemed to him like you would've snuggled right into the other man's side. Who was he? And why would you choose to spend your time with him rather than Miles? What did he have that Miles lacked? His jealousy was bound to make him snap the longer he saw you in the comforts of a guy that wasn't him.

But what he felt ran deeper than just jealousy. He was envious. He was envious of a man whom he didn't know anything about. Because he was who you chose to spend time with, not Miles. That was how Miles perceived it, anyway.

Your response made him snap back to reality. "Miles? What are you doing here?" Emphasizing the word 'you', you tried to reverse the question onto him. The Clocktower wasn't exactly a designated hang-out area for civilians. Hobie stood up and stretched as he was going to introduce himself to Miles. He held his hand out to help you up and you mindlessly accepted it. Miles' eye twitched seeing your hand in another man's hold.

Hobie and you walked over to Miles, and Miles' envy only grew. He soon realized Hobie was a Spider-person as well. Just as you were. Since when did a Spider-man exist? Miles thought.

Hobie exuded nonchalance as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his spiked jacket. He seemed unbothered by Miles' presence.

Questions plagued Miles' mind as he analyzed Hobie: Were you into guys like him? Is he why you haven't been around lately? How was he so tall?

Miles stared daggers into Hobie's eyes. But Hobie brushed off his glare and said, "What's up, man? Name's Hobie." Miles only nodded his head once at him and said, "I'm Miles." "Yeah, I know." Hobie responded. Miles paused for a second but shook it off as he turned to you. Replying to your previous question of why he was here, he told you, "I come here sometimes. You too, huh?"

Nodding your head, you agreed, "Yeah. To clear my mind, y'know?" With some other guy? Miles almost snipped. Instead, he hummed in response. Enunciating, he asked the question that's been lingering in the back of his mind for months. "Where've you been for the past months, ma? You went ghost." He tried to seem as collected as he could.

Rubbing the back of your head, you tried to come up with some lame response. "Sorry, Miles. I've just been busy lately." Miles couldn't stop his next words from coming out once they started to form.

"Busy doin' what exactly? Him?" He remarked, nodding his head in Hobie's direction. His outburst made your eyes widen in shock. You were aware you didn't look entirely presentable, with maybe a few stray strands of hair, but could you catch a break for once? You had just saved another dimension from deteriorating.

Hobie and you blurted out a response at the same time, "Nah, that's mad." "Absolutely not." But Miles wasn't convinced. The way both Hobie and you appeared utterly exhausted wasn't exactly helping your case.

Sensing the obvious tension in the air and the way you gaped at Miles, Hobie glanced down at you and pointed out, "Hol'up, you fancy the Prowler?" as a slight chuckle escaped his lips. His face was laced with an amused smirk rather than judgment.

"Hobie!" You shot him an agitated look, silently telling him to shut up.

Miles was only wondering how Hobie instantly knew he was the Prowler. He was convinced for a second that Hobie could read minds.

Hobie began to understand Miles' initial hostility and tried to assure him. "Apologies, apologies. I ain't know you lot were together." Hobie said, raising his palms in his defense.

Miles had no intention to correct Hobie, but you hesitated as you said to him, "We're not..." The words faltered on your tongue. Noticing your hesitation, Hobie leaned down to you and whispered in your ear, "Yeah? Does he know that?"

Reading the room, Hobie could tell you needed to speak to Miles in private. It seemed Miles was in the dark about a few key things. So as always, once Hobie is satisfied with the mayhem he has instigated, he leaves the scene. Giving you a two-fingered salute, Hobie tells you, "Alright, I'm off. See you in a bit." throwing you a wink. You mentally cursed him as he strolled away. Once he was out of Miles' sight, he disappeared into a portal back home.

For a brief moment, Miles wondered whether Hobie was his replacement.

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose and turned to Miles. "I'm sorry, Miles. I've just been preoccupied with Spider-woman stuff." You said, not going into further details.

His jealousy almost boiled over. "Cut the shit, ma. If you're busy jeepin' with some guy, just say that." Miles was exasperated as he threw his arms in the air.

In pure disbelief, you tried to tell him. "Miles, you got it twisted. I swear. I didn't mean to shut you out, I've been out on missions. You know how it is." You were no fool. You knew how it must've looked to Miles when he caught you with Hobie after disappearing for months. But you didn't want him thinking you had ditched him just to go fool around with some other guy.

You didn't want your friendship with him to end like this, nor did you want it to end at all. "Hobie's just my partner. We go on missions together. That's all we are." You continued to explain to Miles. While you could understand Miles' viewpoint, the guy you wanted was standing right in front of you.

Miles furrowed his brows at you and inquired, "So you aren't messin' with him?" You immediately replied, "For the last time, absolutely not!"

Miles nodded in approval, "Good. Does that mean you ain't gonna be mad at me if I do this?" He ominously questioned you. Raising an eyebrow, you asked, "Do what?"

His gaze flickered to your lips as he lifted your chin with his hand, swiftly connecting your lips. Your lips slowly move together as ocean waves do. Removing his hold on your face, one hand traveled down to your waist to pull you in. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck.

Ever since he saw you again, his urge to press his lips to yours was undying. Those silent months caused plenty of built-up frustrations that he had wholeheartedly planned on taking out on your lips. He missed you. The way you felt against him, your voice, and the sweet aftertaste you left on his lips.

As the moments passed by, the heat you both felt was only getting more intense. He backed you against a wall of the tower, and you wrapped a leg around his waist to pull him in even further. One of his hands supported the leg that you encased around him, tracing circles into your thigh with his thumb.

Parting to catch a breath, you left kisses down Miles' neck. In between each one, you whispered an apology. "I'm really sorry. Promise I'll make it up to you, Miles." After you were done speaking, he only glanced down at you. Whispering back, he told you, "Talk less, ma." as he stole your breath yet again, pressing his lips to yours.

You supposed he was right. The two of you would have plenty of time to talk later, as it was apparent he wasn't letting you go anytime soon.

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Arachnophilia: (Part Twenty-Nine)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content/CW: Fluff + Angst. Breeding kink, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Tongue Play, Creampie, Strong Aftercare.

‘Arañita… I’m, not sure I’m ready for this.’

Mig’s soft voice caught you off guard. You were busy getting dressed in the corner of the den, shifting out of your spider suit into something more casual, and you hadn’t noticed Mig had started anxiously fidgeting in his own unique way.

He’d used his webs to hang his body upside-down from the ceiling, and he was now swinging back and forth with his head barely an inch away from the floor, trying to imitate a spider hanging in mid-air.

He was slowly spinning in a circle, his arms folded and his eyes closed, his brow knotted in thought.

You couldn’t help it; the sight of him made you melt, and a soft giggle spluttered from your lips. You hid it with your hand but Mig was quick to notice.

‘Mm?’ he grunted, carefully opening one big, red eye. ‘Arañita, did you hear me?’

‘Mhm. I sure did’ you said, pushing down your laughter as you approached. You sank down to your knees and shifted his head so that it was laying in your lap, allowing you to comb his hair through with your fingers. He looked nervous at first, his big red eyes peering up at you in this odd position, but the longer you preened him the softer he became.

Eventually, his eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting to reveal his teensy little fangs peeking out. You smiled.

‘I refuse to believe hanging like that is comfortable’ you whispered gently against his forehead. Miguel grumbled.

‘It is not, but- my instincts desire me to try it. It is… comforting, if not comfortable.’

‘You’re really freaking out that badly?’

As you stroked his head back and forth Miguel nodded again, his red eyes slowly blinking open to peer up at you above him.

‘Yes, mi tesoro. I am… Quite, freaked out, as you say.’

You sighed and slowly nodded back. ‘Yeah… Yeah, me too, honestly.’

You didn’t blame Mig for being nervous. It wasn’t objectively meant to be that scary, but oh god it was. Gabriel had asked you, Mig, and Miguel to try and visit his baby daughter Micaela now that they’d been reunited. Since the little girl was sick and Mig was, well, Mig, a giant 9ft spider hybrid, they’d all agreed it would be easier to keep her in her own universe, and have you, Mig and Miguel visit via a portal.

They’d calibrated the coordinates so that they could drop in onto the roof of the hospital she was being kept at, avoiding any onlookers or hospital staff, and Gabriel would meet them there to just hang out and get to know the little girl they were now working to save.

It was a nice idea, and nobody could say no to Gabriel’s big puppy-dog eyes, but it was also taking a toll on Mig.

He had only just started interacting with people again, and outside you and Miguel his socialization was still pretty limited. The spider society were more accepting than most, and even there he was largely relegated to looks of fear and morbid curiosity. He wasn’t a real ‘person’ to many of them.

Any but you, that is, and that meant the idea of trying to interact with a baby was terrifying, especially when he felt like it needed to go right. This was his niece after all.

‘You got this, Miggy’ you whispered, sensing his silence. Mig had started disassociating and his eyes were growing dilated, but at the sound of your voice he blinked them back to normal.

You felt his soft, thick hair nestling against your thighs as he craned his neck to see you better. When you brushed his cheek with your fingers, he purred.

‘Mm… I hope you are right, arañita’ he murmured softly. ‘I just- if I upset my brothers offspring—’

‘Do you have to say offspring, sweetheart?’ you giggled, lightly cutting him off. Mig purred a little louder and shifted on your lap.

‘What, am I not supposed to say that?’

‘You say baby, sweetheart. Just say baby’ you insisted, still giggling a little from how sweet that enormous beast looked on your lap.

He tilted his head and grunted. ‘I… I will, try, I suppose, if you believe it may offend my brother otherwise.’

‘Not offend, just… might confuse him, is all. Don’t worry.’

You took another quiet moment to comb out his hair while he closed his eyes and relished the touch. It was a peaceful moment, in the warmth of your den.

‘… I, um…’

You paused, unsure of what to say. Neither you nor Mig had acknowledged your awkward love confession since it happened, not really, beyond agreeing it just wasn’t the right time to acknowledge it. This was fine, but you kept feeling the urge to say you loved him now that it’d been said once, and without that discussion you weren’t sure if you could say it or not.

Mig opened his eyes and peered up at you again. You didn’t need words at this point. Mig read your thoughts with ease.

‘… Mi tesoro’ he whispered smoothly, reaching one large, calloused hand up to cup your cheek. ‘Tú eres mi corazón, arañita. No lo dudes.’

You smiled a little wider as your heart swelled. ‘Mi corazón’ you whispered back.

You leaned down to kiss him, his claws drawing your face towards his own, when—

‘EY! Are you home?’

You both jumped in surprise at the sound of Miguel’s voice drifting in from the top of your nest. You reluctantly let Mig go and helped him stumble onto his eight fluffy legs, before rushing to the entrance to greet your slightly unexpected friend.

‘Miguel! Hey, down here!’

He was standing at the entrance to the nest with folded arms. His eyes kept roaming around the forest, almost as if he were nervous, but the moment he saw you he stopped and fixated. His face turned quiet, polite, verging on perhaps affectionate, as he curled his lip and helped pull you out of the hole.

‘I was worried you’d be late’ he grunted, swiftly putting you to the side before reaching to help Mig. The great spider took his hand, but, it was clear he didn’t need the help, and assumed instead that Miguel simply wanted to hold hands.

 Miguel was left slightly flustered with his comparatively smaller hand in Mig’s as his enormous variant beamed with joy, and you struggled not to break down laughing.

‘Can- can we just, go, please?’ Miguel hissed, far too awkward to break the contact. You nodded.

‘Yeah, uh- don’t worry I can set up the portal’ you said, refusing to give Miguel any excuse to let go. He was left with a sour, confused expression as Mig held him tight, unaware that this wasn’t what he’d wanted.

You input the exact coordinates as given and created a portal, and without further delay, all three of you stepped inside. Miguel used this as his excuse to break Mig’s grip.

You all stepped through with relative ease, out of the cool, misty mountain woods and out into the head of the hospital roof, with the tarmac wavering ever so slightly with heat lines beneath the clear blue sky.

You could hear traffic, distant cries and calls, and could smell gas and street food. 

It smelled like the city all right. You’d been in Miguel’s home so long you’d almost forgotten it.

‘Ah- Dios mio, Aquí huele fatal eh?’ Mig grunted as he stepped through. His higher senses were delicate from a decade of living in the woods, and you saw him do a little shudder with his abdomen as the smell assaulted him.

Miguel grunted, but quickly took a sympathetic stance with the giant shuddering spider. ‘te acostumbrarás’ he muttered back.

‘Ay, eso espero’ Mig replied.

‘HERMOSO! You made it!’

The three of you jumped as you saw the hospital door swing open, revealing the glowing, grinning face of Gabriel as he stormed up towards you, his arms filled with a soft little bundle of blankets.

You immediately felt the tension rise. Oh boy, here we go.

‘Hermosito’ Miguel and Mig said in unison. They shot each other a glance while Gabriel just chuckled.

‘Ey, I’m glad you found your way here quickly. The nurses are on break so I managed to break ‘er out pretty easily, and they shouldn’t be up here at any point’ Gabriel said as he approached. ‘So, did you guys get here okay?’

‘Yes, we- literally just portalled in. It took less than a second’ Miguel replied, as he noticed that Mig was too spellbound by the bundle to say a thing.

‘Oh, right! The portals. I don’t know how you guys

‘So, how’s the uh- the work been going?’ Gabriel asked as he shifted the bundle. You could see Mig craning to try and see the baby while doing a poor job of looking like he wasn’t, while Miguel was overtly trying to avoid looking at it. You kept your giggles to yourself. Sweet boys, you thought. Your sweet, dumb boys.

‘It has been, ah—’

‘Satisfactory’ Mig said, cutting Miguel off. ‘Yes, we’ve drafted some plans to approach the issue, based on the uh- blood samples you sent us. It is, quite nasty, but—’

‘We can do it’ Miguel said, butting in with his calm, cool confidence. Gabriel beamed.

‘Ah, wonderful! Well, how about- you guys meet your little patient then’ he said, and without further ado, he began to peel back the blankets while shielding her from the sun. You could almost feel the boys tensing up with a wild mixture of emotions. Fear, apprehension, excitement, a giddy well of feelings for this one tiny thing.

The blanket peeled back, bit by bit, and there she was.

Mig’s eyes almost dilated at the sight.

She was so small, even by baby standards. Micaela was just a tiny little thing, with delicate little fingers and big brown eyes darting about her new surroundings, quivering slightly in her covers. She had the same dark hair as Gabriel, with slightly darker skin, looking like a real mini O’Hara in the making.

You weren’t sure what to do but ‘aw’, until you were abruptly distracted by an unusual sound.  

You glanced up and noticed that Mig seemed to be… purring? He was vibrating softly, his back legs tapping and rustling. It was something you’d never seen him do before. You’d seen him purr, sure, but this was new. It was like a cat admiring its kittens.

‘You want to hold her, hermoso?’ Gabriel said cheerily as he approached. Gabriel looked happy about the idea, but as he got closer Mig instinctively took a step back, his hands raised high.

‘N-No, no, Gabriel I- I’m too…’ Mig stammered to a halt. His wide eyes were fixed on that baby.

‘Hey, Miggy, it’s okay’ you whispered. You put a hand on his side and held him tight. ‘It’s—’

‘Ay Dios mio- let me.’

You were suddenly but gently pushed aside as Miguel moved forward, taking control as always. He stepped up and grabbed Mig’s hands, dragging him down until his spider legs buckled and folded, and with a stiff lip, he began positioning him.

‘You put your hand- like this, remember to support the head and neck, keep her close to your torso, and be careful of wriggling.’

He listed everything off with unnerving precision as he forced Mig into the right stance, but when he turned to help transfer the girl from Gabriel’s hands, he faltered. His stony, calm expression melted, his eyes widening and wavering a little in the bright sun.

The little girl cooed and waved her hands as she fixated on Miguel, but the moment Gabriel moved her closer to Mig, she began squirming in fear. She didn’t cry but she did let out a few dangerous warbles, like she was about to, and Gabriel was forced to reluctantly pull her back.

‘Ah! Sorry, it- I guess she’s, not used to the uh… size, and the… spideryness’ Gabriel murmured.

You saw Mig falter, his body curling in on itself. He stopped his soft purring and glanced down at his claws, his furry abdomen, his body in comparison to everyone else’s. You instinctively pressed in at his side and tried to comfort him by hugging his enormous abdomen.

‘Ah… yes. I, forgot, for a moment’ Mig murmured. In truth, part of him had expected the baby to have the same instinctive familial reaction he’d had.

As if trying to avoid it getting more awkward, Gabriel instead turned to Miguel. ‘Hey! It’s fine, uh- we’ll try again in a minute. Miguel! You try holding her for a bit instead. Maybe it’ll help.’

You could see it from your vantage point against Mig’s side. You saw Miguel’s lip tremble ever so slightly, the way his stiff shoulders deflated. You saw the flash of humanity in his eyes, and so did Gabriel. He didn’t say a thing.

Whether he said anything or not, it didn’t matter. As a dad himself now, and especially as a dad with a child in a precarious situation, he knew the eyes Miguel was making.

‘Hermoso’ he whispered in a gentler tone, gently lifting Micaela to be taken. Miguel swallowed so hard his Adam's apple jolted, but eventually he caved, and slowly lifted the girl into his arms.

The way he held her betrayed an instinctive understanding of childcare. His careful, perfectly planned cupping, the way he stabilized the head and her bottom while keeping her close to his chest. He rocked her with expert timing, and soon she was cooing sleepily in his arms.

You weren’t sure if anyone else saw it, but you saw something strange in his eyes at that moment. Some deep, unfathomable pit of longing, a rush of melancholic joy.

‘Arrorró mi niña’ he whispered against her forehead, forgetting that anyone else was even there. You noticed Gabriel smiling sadly.

‘Arrorró mi niña, arrorró mi sol… arrorró pedazo, de mi corazón.’

Miguel whispered it all in the hopes that no one else would hear, but you could see his lips moving slowly as he rocked the frail baby girl in his arms.

You continued lightly stroking Mig’s side, and bit by bit he calmed down. He might not be able to hold her, but right now… well, this was okay. This was acceptable. He watched Miguel, a smaller carbon copy of himself, and pretended it was him holding the infant instead.

Miguel clung to Micaela for a few minutes, silently whispering and shushing as she cooed and squirmed. She got drool all over his suit, but he didn’t care one bit. Beneath the sun, holding that baby who looked at least a little like someone who he once knew and loved with all his heart, he felt the most overwhelming sense of peace.

It hurt, but… it hurt good.

He gave himself another peaceful minute before realizing he needed to let go, or he might never be able to find the strength to give her up.

‘Oye! You, your turn’ Miguel grunted as he turned towards you. You blanked as you saw his claw pointing in your direction.

‘Wha- no! No, no, don’t be silly, this is your guy’s thing, it’s not- AH!’

Miguel dragged you up and threw you under his arm like luggage, something that a man of his size could just do, and despite your grumbling he carried you over and sat you down on the floor beside Mig’s little forelegs.

‘This is a group thing, you participate in group things’ Miguel said sternly.

With utmost care, Miguel lifted the little baby Micaela up and gently lowered her down into your own stiff and waiting arms. You saw him stiffen his lip as he gently nudged your fingers into the right position, wordlessly moving your body like a mannequin, until at last she was laid down in your arms to rest.

You remained stiff, terrified of doing even the most minor thing wrong.

Micaela stared back with those wide, gormless eyes, her fist in her mouth and her other hand lightly tucked to her chest. You blanked fully.

‘Ah… aha, uh… hi?’ you murmured to the baby, as if she’d somehow respond. Miguel pinched his brow. ‘Dios mío, este idiota…’

Micaela was silent for another few seconds before suddenly squealing. She babbled and began pawing at you, her big eyes roaming over your face with a deep, innocent curiosity.

Bit by bit, you relaxed.

‘She, ah… she is kinda cute, huh?’ you chuckled.

‘Did you, just realize that?’ Miguel asked in that quietly sarcastic tone of his. He dropped down to a squat so he could watch more closely with Gabriel at his side, and despite being a little grumpy earlier he managed to shoot you a small smile.

‘I mean… I guess, yeah’ you replied softly, not wanting to disturb her as she tugged at your suit.

‘Word of advice, ah- babies are always cute, whether you think so or not. Especially when their parent is beside you’ Miguel whispered back. You couldn’t hide your giggle, nor the way your eyes began to light up as Miguel gently mouthed your suit, settling right into your stiff arms.

‘Yeah… she’s cute’ you whispered. ‘She’s real cute.’

Micaela then decided to reach up and slap your face, causing you to splutter.

‘BLAGH- HEY—’

The little girl squealed with excitement and began slapping your face more, grabbing at your nose and patting your lips, nearly poking your eye out as she babbled curiously. You just let it happen, all while giggling and spluttering your words.

‘Oh- shes- great, yep- blegh- she’s a real- character-ACK—’

Miguel hid his mouth as he smiled while Gabriel laughed out loud.

In that quiet moment, you didn’t see Mig watching you like a hawk, with those wide, dilated red eyes almost unblinking in their fixation.

He watched the smile on your face, the way you shrugged awkwardly and tried your best to keep Micaela safe and sturdy, the way you let her jab her fingers in your face and splutter with muted giggles.

He watched, quiet and contemplative.

‘Are we going to talk about what you said?’

Ay, mi amor, there is nothing to be said about it. I don’t need to say it. I know it to be true, Mig thought to himself. He felt a load on his heart slowly lighten.

He’d been so afraid of loss, but seeing this… Seeing you, cradling his niece, giggling with his brother, and shrugging and joking and showing the same tenderness you’d always shown…

I don’t think you’re scary.

Mig flashed back to the way you’d looked at him the first day you met. That sweet, awkward but polite smile, slowly fading into one of genuine compassion.

And then, for a moment, he remembered his life for the past decade or more. Sitting alone in the woods, waiting, praying, sadly strumming his webs alone as he begged for anyone to come, anyone to even see him, let alone love him.

It was a cold memory. A pit, a void, he thought he’d never escape.

But he had.

He sat here now, beneath the sun on the hospital roof, with his family. With his niece, his brother, his strange bitter variant, and… you. You.

The reason he was here at all. Sitting cross-legged on the hot tarmac, nestled in the shade of his gargantuan shadow, holding that baby in your arms as she gurgled and drooled on your suit, looking as patient as possible.

That baby… what if… you could hold his baby like that too…

He lulled as he felt the warm sun heating the dark fur on his abdomen, and he began to subtly vibrate. It started in his front paws and went all the way back to his little stubby end, just a subtle shake, as he felt truly, utterly content for the first time.

‘Oh, hey! Look who’s after her tío!’

Mig blinked and glanced over to see that Micaela was finally looking up at him from within your grip, her fist in her mouth as she gurgled. She wasn’t screaming or shying away in fear anymore. No, now she looked curious.

‘Ey, Miguelito! Try holding her’ Gabriel whispered with a hand cupping his mouth.

Mig went stiff, but you slowly rose up to your feet with Micaela in your hands and Miguel helping you balance by steadying your arms. You walked right up to Mig while bouncing Micaela.

‘Here, Miggy. Look, she wants to say hi.’

Mig stiffened further, but not out of fear. He froze because, for just a moment, he saw what could almost be called a vision.

He saw it. You, walking up to him, holding your child, his beautiful little offspring that you made with him, holding it up for him to take. Your child. His child. With your delicate touch and patient smile, and those beautiful dimples on your cheeks, cradling the babe you both loved so dearly.

In a world where nothing mattered but you, and him. A sweet, domestic picture, where you sat outside your nest, your home, and rocked his baby beside him.

In a near daze he held out his hands, and he allowed you to carefully put Micaela into them. You kept your hands over his as he cupped her head, neck, and bottom, pulling her right up to his enormous, muscled chest.

She looked so, so tiny against him, like a mouse, but he cupped her with a care that seemed almost impossible for someone of his size. Micaela lay and gurgled and cooed between the two of you, her little legs and fists flailing. When you looked up at Mig there were barely a few inches between your face and his.

‘Hey… Look, she likes you’ you whispered, smiling up at Mig’s dumbstruck face. He didn’t respond. He just stared at you, his red eyes wide and his lips slightly parted, as he held his family. As he held you. As he watched you giggle and stroke her little tufty hair, as he watched your smile and the creases by your eyes.

‘… Yes. Yes, she- she seems less, afraid’ Mig murmured. He reluctantly looked away from you just to focus briefly on his darling little niece. He let his thumb stroke her side, her fists, admiring her tiny fingers and tiny toes in her little one-piece.

His breath became a little shaky as he really, truly took in what was happening right now.

‘She… yes, she…’

He stumbled on his words as Micaela reached up and put her fist on his cheek. He went still. He went silent.

You watched Mig’s eyes dilate like a cat, widening until it looked near painful. His lips moved but no sound came out. He just stared, feeling those tiny fingers on his rough skin, that sweet little face grumbling and drooling in his grip.

‘Ah…. A-ah…’

‘Bah!’

Micaela squirmed and squealed, gently slapping his face. Mig looked like he might cry. ‘Ah… m-mi sobrinita’ he choked, ‘No dejaré que nada te lastime. Prometo… prometo.’

Micaela drooled all over his finger, making a mess as she slapped him and pawed at his giant fingers, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care at all. You watched him as his lips turned into a smile, as he relished this moment, the moment he never thought he’d feel.

He’d experienced true joy, and he never wanted to go back again.

Mig was quiet for the rest of the session. He was quiet as Micaela eventually started to bawl her little eyes out, and Gabriel said she needed to be taken back to her room. He was quiet as you said goodbye to Gabriel, as Miguel offered a parting grumble, and he was quiet even as you opened your own portal back to your home in the woods.

You stepped through the portal back to the forest clearing with Mig at your back, and it was only then that you noticed he’d been especially quiet.

‘You okay, Miggy?’

Mig jumped a little and glanced down. He saw your face was concerned and he forced a smile. ‘Ah- yes, mi a- mi tesoro. I’m well’ he murmured.

‘You sure?’

‘Yes. Yes… I’m, very good, in fact’ he whispered calmly, and he meant it. You smiled and continued walking.

‘Okay, good. Good. I’m tryna trust you here! I’m putting my faith in you telling the truth. So, what did you think? She’s sweet right?’

Mig slowly nodded, but he couldn’t stop his mind from drifting further. I want you. I want you, arañita. I love you.

‘Ah, yes, she- she was, very sweet. Such an, optimistic babe, given her circumstances’ Mig replied quietly.

‘I know! I was so surprised. I mean she had to leave pretty quickly, and Gabriel said we caught her on a good day, but…’

As you continued rambling on about the day on the trek towards the nest, Mig found himself losing focus again. He just couldn’t stop the growing urge in his body.

It wasn’t the rut. It wasn’t that simple, not at all. It was something… more. It was instinct and emotion, the powerful conjoined feeling of love and primal desire. It was love, it was lust, it was a need. It was itching for you. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

Eventually, you noticed his silence again, and you paused to try and speak to him.

‘Mig, are you—’

You squeaked in shock as something hard hit your back.

You were winded as you hit the bark of a tree, the same tree against which Mig had taken you the first time. It took you a second or two to realize what was happening.

Mig had pinned you to the tree.

You felt hot breath on your neck, breath that moved down your nape to your forehead as his enormous body arched. You could feel the immense weight, the unfathomable strength. It was like being pinned by a car. You felt utterly powerless.

‘Mig?’

‘Shh.’

You felt that strange, alien abdomen shaking as he moved closer, rustling like a rattlesnake. You heard his furry legs shifting, pattering, tapping a rhythm on the ground as he kept you steady. Your gut instinctively tightened.

Oh, god, how you loved that sound.

‘Mig? Are you—’

‘Shh…’

‘Is- a-are you rutting—’

‘No.’

Mig held you close as he breathed in your scent, huffing the top of your forehead like he wanted to saturate his lungs with it. He was panting softly, his rough lips tasting your skin as he drifted down your face from above.

‘Mine…’

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

‘Mine.’

You felt his rough claws digging in, tearing your clothes into little shreds. He ripped them aside piece by piece, and with each bit that came loose, he squeezed, as if he wanted to imprint his hand into every inch of flesh you had to offer.

The chill air nipped at your skin as you were drawn to nakedness against the tree, and all you could do was whine and pant.

‘Miggy, ah—’

‘Mine.’

He whispered it with absolute resolve, right as he tore the final bit of clothing aside. He then squeezed out some of his silky thread, using it to stick you in place so his hand could grasp your jaw in its grip, forcing you to face him.

His eyes were burning, but he didn’t smell like rut. This was new.

‘Miggy?’ you whispered, gently stroking his face. His eyes fluttered shut at the touch.

‘I… I-I want, that’ he whispered, now surer than ever of what he needed most.

‘Want, w-what, Mig?’

‘That. I want… that’ he repeated, his soft eyes closing as he nestled into your neck. ‘What we just saw. What Gabriel has. I want… I want you. I want YOU, arañita.’

Your ribs heaved as he held you close to his body, his sweaty abs slowly moving up and down against your belly as he gripped you.

‘I… I want you too, Mig, I-'

‘No. Listen.’

You went silent as his claws gripped a little harder. You heard him growling, a low, primal gurgle in the back of his throat.

‘That little girl is sick. Their life may end in tragedy’ Mig whispered in his usual blunt fashion, a sentiment that quickly made you tense.

‘M-Miggy this isn’t very, romantic, ah—’

‘Listen to me’ he said, his voice now firm as he squeezed you tighter. You squeaked and went silent.

‘… It may end in tragedy. But it was worth it. Looking at that little girl, my blood, my brother’s offspring, I… I understood. I am so afraid of loss, that I feel no joy could ever be worth the price. But I was wrong.’

His claws dug in tight as he lifted you up the tree, his eyes fixed on your face as he embraced your naked body against his own. The little shiver in his spine went all the way down to his abdomen, and he trembled with yearning, his fur bristling in the sweet autumn chill. You felt his sharp claws gently stroking you, his thumb going up and down your waist.

‘I was wrong’ he repeated in a breathy, husky voice, right against your lips. ‘You, are worth it. No matter what comes, no matter what happens in the end, you are worth it. I want that future with you.’

He squeezed so hard his claws gently pierced your side, his breath coming out in a frantic near sob as his emotion took over. He was filled with a fever, his eyes tinged pink beneath the red hues.

‘I want that world with you. That sweet, simple domesticity. To sit beneath the sun.’

As he held you taut to the tree trunk he began unintentionally oozing web from his forelegs, his pedipalps sticking you to place. You were stuck between his huge, muscled form, his sweaty skin sticking to your own, and the hard tree at your back.

‘Miggy’ you whimpered. Your eyes rolled as he pushed closer, whispering those sweet words as he stuck you to him, possessively trapping you in his web.

‘I want you’ he groaned, ‘and I don’t care if we’re a universe apart. I’ll do anything to right that wrong. ANYTHING. Because you were made for me.’

‘Miggy…’

Your eyelids drooped as he moved closer. You felt the deeply arousing sensation of his slit separating, as his erect cock pushed out and sprung to its fullest length, gently twitching between your thighs. You willingly parted them.

‘I... I want you too, Miggy’ you whined.

You felt him pushing in as he whispered, his soft little abdomen arching and bucking to push his thick, throbbing erection between your plush thighs, nudging at your entrance. You saw his eyes get darker as he pumped that warm, velvety round tip inside, feeling the hot, heavy warmth surrounding him, feeling your body give way to his persistence.

‘I... I want to us. A unit. A-A family…’

He pushed deeper, feeling the soft muscle split, feeling your breath catch as he entered. His clawed fingers wound themselves into your hair as he gasped. He held you as close as he could while his spider body bristled and vibrated, slowly but surely committing to the mating.

‘Quiero hacerte mia, arañita, mi arañita, y quiero que me hagas tuyo’ he softly whispered right into your ear, his breath stirring the nerves there until your spine arched.

You cried out without thinking, unable to resist any longer.

‘F-Fucckkk- I love you, Mig, I-I love you—’

He pushed in until he could fit no more, leaving you bound and stuffed with his thick phallus. The sensation forced you to cry out those last words.

He paused there, strangely, pulling back to let his eyes roam. You couldn’t help but flush as he gently shifted his abdomen, watching the base of his cock appear and then disappear back inside you.

You oomphed at the pressure. No matter how often you did this, it was still a shock.

He had a look of deep, absolute satisfaction on his face. When he moved it again, just by an inch, admiring the bulge in your belly, he looked… affectionate.

‘Mmm…’

He looked back up, his claws stroking and admiring every inch of you. He gently brushed over your folds, your clit, admiring the way you squeaked. He loved that sound. He stroked up over your hips, feeling the fat and muscles between his fingers. He loved that feeling. He brushed up your waist, your chest, to your face, until your glazed-over eyes met his.

‘I love you too, mi arañita’ he whispered with utmost affection.

His eyes softened as he held your gaze. He wanted you to look at him, that monstrous mutant, the man who valued you above all else, as he began this ritual all over again.

‘I will have you now, mi amor’ he purred softly, his shoulder muscles rippling as he rolled them. ‘And I will have you, forever.’

With a soft growl, he started to slowly move in and out. You couldn’t stop the moan that flew from your lips, echoing through the open forest. Mig didn’t seem to care.

The squelch was unbearably lewd this time, the thick, wet sound of his plush cock squishing up to kiss your cervix and then back down again.

You were used to him going into a kind of haze, where he’d thrust and pump himself in an almost animalistic sense and then shower you with affection, but this was different.

He was so attentive this time. He kissed your forehead, your nose, and your lips, smothering you in gentle pecks and breathy little kisses, and his hands squeezed and soothed you as he moved. He let you taste his hot breath as he panted in time with each thrust.

‘Mi, amor… mi amor, mi arañita…’

As he got faster, he started to part his lips, tenderly pulling you into a deeper kiss.

You could feel his abdomen brushing your spread legs as he started to fuck faster, harder, his lips warm but rough on your own. It was like he wanted to eat you up then and there.

You squeaked as his lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. He was ravenous, licking your teeth and your tongue and your gums. Every time he pulled back there was a string of alive between you, one that he licked into his mouth before kissing you again.

‘More… m-more…’

He whined pathetically despite his size, his domineering strength, as he begged for more of you. Your spit, your slick, your sweat, he wanted every inch. You were his.

‘Mi arañita…’

He pulled back from the kiss just to roughly bite and kiss your neck, showering you in soft little puncture wounds from your jaw to your collarbones. When you tried to kiss back he reared up and hissed against your cheek, his possessive flare showing once more. You moaned and backed down.

‘Mine… m-mine…’

His words got less coherent as he hissed, making you stare into his eyes as he mated with you. He even leaned in to kiss you with his eyes open, kissing your lower lip and then your upper lip all while forcing you to watch him moving, fucking, pulsing.

His affection and instinct turned nuclear as he got rougher, faster.

All he could think about was seeing you here, in his den, safe and warm and smiling. He wanted to wake up beside you, he wanted to bring you little treats every day, he wanted to watch you-

He wanted to watch you get full, swollen, and heavy with his offspring. He wanted those little eggs, he wanted to watch them hatch, he wanted to watch you carefully cupping his little baby the way you held Gabriel’s.

Part of him was almost jealous. He couldn’t stand seeing you hold anything but his child, the one he made with you, the one with your eyes and his fangs. The one he put inside you.

He wanted you filled with his seed, filled with his eggs. No more waiting. No more. His instincts were killing him. You were his mate, his MATE.

‘Uh- uh- uh- UH—’

He kept kissing even as he bucked inside you, now moving with such fever that your teeth kept clacking and smashing as he wound his tongue around yours.

He kissed until all you could taste was his mouth, all you could feel was his sweaty, tensed abs imprinted on your belly, and his claws on your hips. You felt your skin separate and then stick together once more with each passionate thrust, each slippery probe into your cunt.

He was whining as he got close.

Out of nowhere he suddenly switched from domineering to pleading, pressing his face against your cheek to nestle your noses and foreheads together while his abdomen flexed.

‘Please, please, please, please, pleassee, pleaseee’ he whined. You felt his cheekbones nearly cutting you as he panted against your lips.

‘Please, please, please’ he continued, his voice getting breathy with each one. You felt him grunt as he squirted a little pre-cum inside you, and his whining got faster. ‘Please, please, PLEASE, please—’

‘Shh, sh- a-ahh- shh, Miggy, you can have it’ you whimpered back.

His claws hands moved up to your waist as he held you still, his eyes now closed as he felt you against him.

‘Mine… Mine, mine, mine’ he whimpered. He pulled back from the kiss just to hiss, torn between his desire and his instinct. His eyes were blazing, his eyes dilated like a cat.

‘Mine… M-Mine, mine- my mate, l-let me mate you, let me- let me breed you, arañita, with my seed, let me breed you, my love.’

You were clawing at his back just to get some sense of stability, your body squirming as you cried. There was a sharp numbness in your hips now, as the weight of his abdomen hit you, but inside you were burning up. Every muscle was tired from tensing, your head was light and dizzy with pleasure, and you could feel the inescapable end approaching.

‘Let me breed me. I-I want you, stuffed with my eggs, swollen with them, c-caring them for me, because you’re mine, you’re MINE, YOU’RE MINE!’

‘I-I’m yours- I’m yours, Mig- ah—’

You could barely get the words out as you drooled everywhere. You felt him pulse deep inside you, that filthy, plush cock trying to impregnate you with all its power. He hissed again, his fangs dripping venom onto your skin.

‘Mine- mine- MINE- M- AHH!’

He shuddered fully as he finally tipped. He felt the undeniable urge to ejaculate, and without thinking he instinctually pulled you into an embrace.

He hugged you up against that tree, pinning you with his full body weight, and he felt you against him as his cock began pulsing that thick seed inside you. He barely moved, just giving the faintest little pulses with his abdomen to get it as deep as he could, because all he wanted was to feel it.

He nestled into your hair and breathed in your scent as he felt every second of his own ejaculation, every little inch of cum being pumped up and then exploding out into your already cramped pussy, and he made sure you felt it too.

This was his claim. His final claim.

When the last of it was spent from his reserves, he continued to hold you close, kissing your forehead and stroking down your waist He was exhausted but overjoyed, while you were barely coherent. All you could feel was that thick, sticky feed dripping down your thigh and bulging your belly up, leaving you utterly stuffed with his genes.

‘I love you’ Mig whispered tenderly, refusing to show how exhausted he was. ‘I love you, arañita. I love you.’

You let out a soft wheeze of a whine as you slowly, shakily, hugged him back.

‘I love you too, Mig’ you wheezed.

You felt him do that little wiggle of joy, but you also felt something warm hit your forehead. When you glanced up, you realized… he was crying.

It was only one or two tears, but they’d fallen from his thick jaw to your head. He gripped you tighter.

‘Mi amor… I swear. No matter what, no matter the cost, I will find a way for us to be together’ he vowed in that moment, still quietly trapped with your bodies intertwined and impaled, and he meant it.

He would finish the solution to overcoming your multiverse differences no matter the cost. You were his light, his joy. He had tasted love and he would not go back again. 

‘I swear it. I swear. You will be mine, no matter what…’ Link to next part

[mindblowingscience]

The largest study of its kind has identified individual genes, gene sets, and gene variants that increase risk of developing epilepsy – vital discoveries to improve diagnosis and treatment for one of the most common neurological conditions . A collaboration between 40 research groups around the world has released its collected data in an interactive web portal for further analysis. Understanding more about the genes linked to the condition can now allow more targeted investigation of the different mechanisms at play.

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[in1-nutshell]

More thoughts so how about Predacon buddy going back to the earth spark universe and just more interaction's with the others specifically Megatron I sort of feel like old predacon buddy would most likely try burning ghost to the ground and mandroid because no one messes with the sparklings on old Predacon buddy's watch I can just see product on buddies just saying don't you dare mess with my grandkids while just beating mandroid up and possibly suplexing him

Had a lot of request for Old Predacon Buddy coming back to Earthspark so here it is!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Old Predacon finding out about Mandriod's bots

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFP/TFE

Another day, another random dimension drop off.

Buddy landed on top of a haystack next to some apple trees.

They groaned as they felt something lick the side of their face.

They opened their optics to find a familiar looking calf.

Floppy ears.

Oh!

This was the dimension with the Terrans!

And their home was right there!

Buddy quickly got up and started walking over to the home with the calf mooing happily behind them.

Buddy peaks into the kitchen spotting Alex cooking something on the stove.

“Hello there Mr. Malto.”--Buddy

Alex shrieks a bit holding the spatula in his hand as a weapon.

He looks closer at the optics of the Predacon before recognizing them.

“Buddy? Buddy, it’s been so long! Hold on one moment.”--Alex

Alex turns off the stove and runs outside to meet Buddy.

Alex hugs their pede as Buddy gently rubs his back.

He lets go.

“What are you doing back? Not that it’s a problem, but—”--Alex

“No, I get it Alex. And to answer your question, it was another portal.”--Buddy

“Yeesh! How many times does that happen to you?”--Alex

“…Way more than you might realize. Anyways where’s Dot and the kids? How are they?”--Buddy

“They should just be getting back from work right now.”—Alex

Buddy tilts their helm.

“Work?”--Buddy

“From G.H.O.S.T.”--Alex

“The creepy organization Megatron mentioned last time?”--Buddy

“That’s the one.”--Alex

“Something doesn’t settle with me about that organization…”--Buddy

“I feel you Buddy. How about I get Dot or one of the kids on the phone so you can talk to them?”--Alex

“That would be great Alex.”--Buddy

Buddy loafs on the ground as Alex begins to call Hashtag.

“Hello—”--Alex

“DAD THE SPIDERS ARE BACK!”--Hashtag

Buddy immediately gets up.

“Spiders?”--Buddy

“They are Mandriod’s bots. Sweety where are you all right now? Where’s Mom?”--Alex

“WE’RE—WOAH!—WE’RE IN THE WOODS NEAR THE HOUSE—WATCH IT! I DON’T THINK—”--Hashtag

“Hashtag!?”--Alex

Buddy leans down to Alex’s height.

Their optics holding steely determination.

“Climb on.”—Buddy

Buddy gains altitude as fast, while being mindful of Alex sitting without any protection on their back.

Buddy right now didn’t care that they would get seen.

They were worried about the kids.

Whoever this Mandriod was going to be a pile of burning ash when they were done with him if any of the kids were hurt.

Soon enough they found some bots.

Optimus, Megatron and Elita were struggling against the pink spider webs.

Buddy descending from above.

“Buddy?”—Elita, Megatron, and Optimus

Buddy leans down to let Alex come down.

They look at the restrains on Elita’s frame and dig their dentas into the webs and with one swift pull yanked most of them free from her frame.

“Thanks!”--Elita

“Where are the kids?”--Buddy

They heard screams.

Buddy mad dashes through the vegetation to the sound.

They spot a dozen robotic spiders start to corral Nightshade, Thrash and Mo.

Buddy lunged from the trees taking out most of the spiders.

Some managed to attach themselves onto their back, but Buddy quickly got rid of them before any permanent damage could be done.

They spewed fire at the remaining, reducing them to melted metal.

“Buddy!”--Maltos

The three ran to them and hugged their friend tightly.

Buddy wrapped their wings around them in relief before remembering the other.

“Where are the others?”--Buddy

They heard more yelling.

“Nightshade, Thrash, Mo follow my path and head back to Megatron and your father.”--Buddy

“What about you!”--Nightshade

Buddy had already started running before they heard the rest.

Thankfully, the others weren’t too far either.

Twitch, Hashtag, Jawbreaker, Dot, and Robbie were all being suspended by one of the webs as the spiders closed in.

Buddy leaped on top of them shaking the earth bellow as they swiped the other spiders with their tail.

Buddy stood in front of them wings spread in full display and roared before spewing the robots with fire.

Once they were done, they turned back worried at the children.

“Are you all okay?”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Maltos

Buddy nipped the webs and caught them as they fell.

They ran to give Buddy a hug as Buddy finally sighed in relief.

The danger was over.

The others soon appeared from the rather large opening in the forest their frame caused.

Everyone looked relief to see everyone safe and sound.

The group decided to return home.

As soon as they convinced Buddy to stop looking for Mandriod himself.

Optimus and Megatron trying to stop Buddy from going any further in the forest.

“You two need to let me go right now. That monster needs to be found and—”--Buddy

“So what? So, you can light him on fire?”--Elita

“The offer is on the table.”--Buddy

Dot gets in front of Buddy.

“Buddy… lets just go home. It’s been a rough day for all of us. Anyways there is no way of tracking down Mandriod. Not even G.H.O.S.T. can find him.”--Dot

Buddy huffs in frustration.

Mo comes over to Buddy’s pede and gently grabs it.

“Please?”--Mo

“…”--Buddy

Buddy sighs in defeat and soften their optics at the child.

“All right. Let’s not make my visit all about revenge. I want to hear everything that I missed.”--Buddy

Buddy gently opens their wings and herds the group out of the forest.

Elita looks at Optimus and Megatron.

“…They aren’t going to let this go.”--Elita

“Nope.”—Optimus and Megatron

A few more days passed with Buddy staying at the Maltos home filled with activities and more reunions before the portal came back.

There were more tearful goodbyes and promises to return whenever the portal came back for them.

Buddy exiting the portal, slightly stumbling on the ground.

Ratchet spots Buddy shaking their helm.

“Buddy?”--Ratchet

“Ratchet. How’s the work coming along?”--Buddy

“Good, but are you okay?”--Ratchet

Buddy huffs a bit.

“I’m fine Ratchet.”--Buddy

“…”--Ratchet

“… I have a little bit of a dent on my side. Would you…”--Buddy

Ratchet pats the med slab next to him.

“You know the drill.”--Ratchet

Buddy smiles a bit.

“Whatever you say Doctor.”--Buddy

[forestwitchontheroad]

Billford Analysis!

Chapter one: Ford and his blind adoration before the portal incident, or abusive slowburn.

warning! this is a very open and incoherent form of my thoughts, where I do not mention many canonical details but only consider the attitude of the characters towards them.

so, I want to analyze as clearly as possible the interactions of Stanford Pines and Bill Cipher at different stages of their, I'm not afraid to say, very complex relationship, which bordered on both blind near-religious chthonic adoration and abusive violence as from a typical psychological manual.

to begin with, I want to look specifically at Stanford's notes from his Third Journal in order to create a general portrait of how his idea of Bill has changed over the years (later a retelling of the same events will be presented, but from Bill's point of view). most often, the long periods of their interactions before betrayal and finding out the truth about the portal are ignored, but they are especially important in the context of forming a long-term and strong attachment.

Stanford immediately begins to cherish his new acquaintance with Bill - he calls their meeting a secret that no one can find out. his low self-esteem also flashes here, depending not only on what people he knows say about him but also on society as a whole in the form of a scientific community. he keeps his acquaintance with bill secret out of inner shame and anxiety that he will not be trusted, he will expose the external environment as crazy, and all acquaintance with the supreme being, in the eyes of Stanford, will turn out to be a fiction of a lonely mind.

after all, isolation in a small town led Stanford to label their first meeting as a miracle on the decrepit pages of his diary. it was really a godsend for Bill, such a combination of mental genius and naive emotional trauma, but this will be discussed, again, in the next chapter.

calling Bill his muse, he sees his silhouette in the firmament, drawing the outlines of the constellation “William” in his diary on a par with the constellations we are familiar with. for me, this also means treating Bill not as a separate independent being on the level of Ford himself, no. at this moment, he perceives him more as an idea, as something inspiring, as a path to knowledge that can be read in the web of snow-white stars. he addresses his muse as a higher consciousness, which rarely visits him in dreams, and he listens to his every word. It seems to me that Ford's former religious upbringing also plays a role here, as well as the most persistent belief in the paranormal, which was based only on science fiction stories before moving to gravity falls. Ford's egocentricity, his belief in his own exclusivity, perfectionism combined with arrogance, also play here, which led to the fact that he really, without a doubt, believed that he was chosen as the greatest genius of our time. but really, why not believe if he was so successful in finding and justifying the existence of the supernatural in the first place?

and then - even more. all Ford's pages that relate to Bill at this point in time look fabulous, magical, and unreal. as if torn from a dream, depicting cosmic, unattainable expanses of consciousness and flying chess are symbols of knowledge and business cooperation for him. in such a hazy haze of consciousness, Ford very naively and dangerously agrees to give Bill permission to control his body as he pleases. and for Ford, it makes sense - how can a near-divine being, who does not have his own selfish desires and emotions, do something bad to him? even in the cold flame, when shaking hands, he finds an exquisite and mesmerizing moment.

torn pages from Bill's book complement this period in Ford's life - he depicts himself turning to heaven, which also shows his vision of Cipher as an extraterrestrial being that is incomprehensible to his human mind. he treats their relationship as the creation of an important chapter in the whole story, so all his words show excitement - he does not know how to address Bill correctly, is not sure what he should do. after all, it was the first time he found someone who did not turn away from him but found him even in dreams - he could not then lose such a truly fateful chance.

hence, religious servility, and this is it, in its purest form, begins to intertwine with Ford's own emotions, as well as fill a huge hole in his life in the form of the appearance of a friend. reverence begins to mix with respect and the desire to just be friends.

after all, Cipher's flattery is aimed not only at Ford's ambitions - it concerns all his insecurities and questionable life choices. where he speaks almost directly about how Ford is always right, and everyone else is either stupid or envious of Pines and his boundless special mind. Also, these empty compliments are aimed at Ford's main fear - being rejected by society or anyone at all. Bill promises him not power, not money, but his faces on all scientific journals - that is, fame.

the exchange of mutual jokes and thoughts leads to the emergence of friendship from Ford's point of view. he gets used to Bill's extraordinary statements and finds them native in his own way, some unusual feature of his communication style. Stanford is unusual himself, so he is happy to meet not only manifestations of paranormal activity but also sometimes creepy statements by Cipher, finding them exciting, making Bill's recruitment work even easier.

Bill helps Ford with anxiety, constantly advises something, even improved his eyesight - all these countless gifts began to change Bill's title in Ford's head from a friend to a best friend who was with him not only for the sake of transferring some kind of supreme knowledge - but also just like that, in seemingly mortal matters and problems. he was even ready to get a tattoo on himself at the request of his muse, but at the last moment, nevertheless, refused.

it should be understood that Stanford, due to limited experience of communication and socialization, had no idea what was normal and what was abnormal. Now and beyond, Cipher's demands will begin to grow in their seriousness, and Ford will really stop asking questions about them. maybe he justified it by saying that this is what friendship between beings of different kinds looks like, maybe a slight infatuation mixed with adoration with pink glasses closed any logical conclusions.

Ford's birthday is an indicator of a complete departure from Bill's perception of a divine being. Ford received a rather dubious gift in the form of dead rats laid out in his name, but it didn't matter at all to him - the main thing was that his birthday was remembered. the attention paid to the lonely Ford completely killed any rational thinking, so at the moment of drunken singing within the boundaries of reason with his muse, he was happy. He found someone who understood him, worked side by side with him, and was just there for him.

maybe there would not have been this blind infatuation of any character, Ford would have asked more questions about such strange and very disturbing signs of attention, like a tattoo or dead animals, but the emotional nature that he so desperately hid from himself won out again.

the moment Bill listened to him about Stanley, told him, and showed him the last atoms of his destroyed dimension, was the peak of their relationship. the very intimacy of such a conversation, its irreplaceability, when Ford saw not his exalted muse - he saw another being who had lost his home. he is ready to help at the same moment because he cares, and he will do everything to help with the pain, not knowing the whole truth.

later, on the pages about Krampus, Ford puts Bill on the level of Fiddleford's wife and asks in his diary when his muse will appear when his assistant left him. Ford does this unconsciously, which only confirms a young and even innocent love, which Pines himself does not notice out of inexperience.

and that's why he gets angry when Bill doesn't show up to fight the monster on his conversion. he bitterly thinks that Bill inspires another scientist, that is, he is jealous, and that maybe they are absolutely not partners at all, that is, he is afraid of losing Cipher. all these thoughts are recorded in the diary as a single whirlwind of emotions, which again confirms this indifference to Bill.

and when Bill pointed out to Ford his inattention, he immediately wilted, came to his senses, and was ashamed. he really regarded Bill's words as the truth. sometimes returning again to the near-religious servility that had gone away, but in tense moments made itself reappear.

let's end this chapter with a page from the website about the axolotl, which Ford was forced to release at the request of Cipher. Because of Bill's clever mockery of leaving Ford for another scientist, he, in a panic, agrees to everything. he just seems to point out their difference in positions in the relationship a little sadly, no matter what - because Bill always knows better than Ford, and it's better not to argue once again.

In conclusion, we can briefly summarize that Ford went from religious anxious adoration to friendly relaxation and again to loving blind anxiety.

stay tuned for the next chapter about Bill's perspective on this period of time!

[arolock]

Is Prime's arc really over?

I mean, he's dead alright, no doubt in that, and tbh I sort of hope that he will not be brought back to life. But. BUT.

This is a long ass rant. If you open it, it's on you.

Even in the last confrontation between Prime and C-137 we didn't really get any solid confirmations of Prime and C-137 origin story. We know they've met, we know Prime showed C-137 "infinity" (in his own words) and killed C-137's family, which resulted into C-137 trying to hunt him down, but except those facts confirmed and explained in s6ep1, s7ep3, s7ep5, nothing else was. Not the real meaning of their conversation in the garage, not even the fact of this garage meet-up being the first time they've met, and also not the meaning of Prime's words that he misses it when there were only two of them.

Both Mortys seem to buy everything Evil Morty extracted from C-137's memories (Evil Morty is confident in his tech and Prime Morty is just like that lol), but can we really trust that those memories are intact? What if, just like with Federation, Rick kept main points of events, but changed the details or timeline, that can potentially flip the meaning or change the tone of said events?

The most confusing part in relation to the timeline for me is Prime's slips during his rants: "I do miss when it was just us. The only two Rick's who actually invented portal travel", especially combined with "I showed you infinity".

It makes sense in two possible situations: if Prime showed C-137 the portal tech ("showed you infinity"), offered it, was rejected, left, killed his family and then was actively fucking with C-137 during the first hunt (which can explain the "miss when it was just us" line) OR if Prime showed him the portal tech, C-137, being inspired, also invented the portal travel, and then he and Prime were on friendly terms for some time after that, travelling together or each on their own with random meet-ups, until Prime offered him something else, which C-137 declined. Then everything else followed.

And honestly? IMO, first option doesn't line up. We never saw clones or decoys of Prime during C-137's first hunt in the crybaby backstory, no mocking images of Diane, nothing that could possibly indicate that Prime was actively playing with him. We also see other Ricks owning portal technology during young C-137's run, so there already weren't "just two of us", only in the very beginning maybe. Prime obviously watched C-137 to keep track on him and his whereabouts and shenanigans, but we don't see him making any moves himself, interacting with C-137 in any way. So what's there to miss at all?

Let's look at the second option. What's really interesting about it is how Prime's words "I showed you infinity" can be interpreted in two ways that are not mutually exclusive - as in showing interdimensional travel or showing something entirely else, possibly even bigger. Like something that was supposed to create "Infinite Rick, a GOD", which was mentioned in the 'falce' memory in 03x01 together with another interesting line: "Once we give you this technology, you become the smartest man in the universe". Since we know that Rick uses his own memories to fool people, it's entirely possible that these lines are real, they sound real, like something Prime could say. But.

But how simply owning a technology makes you the smartest man in the universe? The answer is - it doesn't. You just own it. You don't become smarter because you get your hands on a sci-fi tech, unless it alters your own mind/brain to make you smarter, and portal travel doesn't work like that.

This is just a theory based on the altered memory of Rick C-137, but what if Rick Prime wasn't just giving out portal tech, but was actively doing almost the same thing Evil Morty have done - absorbing every possible knowledge of every Rick he encountered, maybe connecting them in some kind of a web instead of killing them, so he could cover his presence not using a Morty, but creating virtual clones of himself everywhere in all those Ricks? Maybe that's what he was tempting C-137 with - infinite knowledge of infinite Rick. Unite every single one of them, make them bigger than the universe, make them THE GOD in every sense possible.

Only that it can cost you everything. Cost you your humanity. Change you ultimately, make you so much above any other being, that it will eventually sound lonely. So Rick C-137 declined.

It's just a random ass theory. But how does it sound?

[cadaverre]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ the swords are drawn, they really are

JUNO ☆ they/them (i dont mind she/her) ☆ minor (xv) ☆ bisexual ☆ cancer sun, libra moon, sag rising ☆ intp-t ☆ aus ☆ either a celestial god or a pebble ☆ anxious mess ☆ i change my theme way too much ☆ sparkling water > regular water ☆ in love with piercings and wants all of them ☆ professional procrastinator ☆ a humanities/arts/music girl in a science/maths world ☆ dont know much abt society but i know i hate capitalism ☆ wouldnt survive a day without spotify ☆ free palestine!! ☆

LOVES ⭑.ᐟ - literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy + astrology, witchcraft, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), cold drinks, miniskirts, doc martens, dark red, nail polish, mascara, lipgloss, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house, spring+winter, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, going to concerts, psychology, web weaving, learning languages (currently learning spanish and i want to learn latin!)

BOOKS ⭑.ᐟ - osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles, wings of fire, the secret history, crime and punishment

MOVIES + SHOWS ⭑.ᐟ - juno, dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off + scott pilgrim vs the world, mean girls (i love both hehe), dr who, percy jackson (the show, i um havent read the books), gossip girls, do revenge, my little pony, the bear, hannibal, we are lady parts, bottoms

MUSIC ⭑.ᐟ - boygenius + solos, taylor swift, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrianne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones, maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy, the smiths, american football, susannah joffe, renee rapp, mcr, the front bottoms, pierce the veil, gracie abrams, feeble little horse, esha tewari, radiohead, chappell roan, charli xcx

ALBUMS ⭑.ᐟ - the record, 1989 tv, around the fur, riot, three cheers for sweet revenge, all we know is falling, hypochondriac, girl with fish, doa, things with wings, punk2, songs, masterpiece, guts, lust for life, dykttatuob, punisher, stranger in the alps, i care so much that i dont care at all, collide with the sky, manic, badlands, folklore, trafoamp, k-12, crybaby, portals, this is why, ttpd + the anthology, hit me hard and soft, the bends, brat, the secret of us, home video

TALK TO ME ⭑.ᐟ - asks and dms are open for chatting/venting/whatever, i might take a while to respond ☆ i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive bio (with name, age group and pronouns especially) ☆ discord is astraeasparrow ☆ i dont currently have any trigger warnings tagged but just send me an ask/dm if you want me to tag something specific!! ☆dni: people who are: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic

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#junocore -> posts that are so incredibly mecore

#🩻 -> posts abt/for my fav

(im working on a better taglist with my moots tags)

SOCIALS ⭑.ᐟ pinterest ☆spotify ☆ carrd ☆ pronoun page ☆ letterboxd ☆ stats.fm

SIDEBLOGS ⭑.ᐟ @likeasugarcubeinateacup (notes app poetry) -- @sirenliight (short poetry + aesthetics) -- a close friends blog (you can ask for the url, i might say no) (im not that active on them though)

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☆ last updated: july 10th 2024

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thats all!! stay hydrated and have a wonderful day/night everyone <3

[gamerknight7310]

The Community Box 2024

Greetings y'all, this page will contain all the kwamis that reside in this box, which is 10. All of these are mutuals and friends of mine, so go check them out as they're all cool people, but with that sorted here they are.

|Octopus Miraculous|

Concept: Imitation

Jewelry: Tentacle Ring

Kwami: Inkii

Weapon: Whip Sword

Power: Mimicry - When activated, the user can copy the power of anyone they come into contact with.

Transformation Phrases: "Replicate!" "Originate."

Hero Alias (Holder): Octopunch (@adventuremaker21)

|Squirrel Miraculous|

Concept: Gravitation

Jewelry: Barrette

Kwami: Pippin

Weapon: Nut-Chucks

Power: Orbit - When activated, the user can move, manipulate, or otherwise interact with matter by controlling its gravity via touch including themselves.

Transformation Phrases: "Go Nuts!" "Nestle."

Hero Alias: Fouquet (@fabseg-reader)

|Panda Miraculous|

Concept: Balance

Jewelry: Split Pendant

Kwami: Akiika

Weapon: Quarterstaff

Power: Divide - When activated, the user can split a target into two halves, each representing their core aspects, their Yin and Yang.

Transformation Phrases: "Rift Apart!" "Conjoin."

Hero Alias: Panduo (@theytistic)

|Spider Miraculous|

Concept: Manipulation

Jewelry: Thimble

Kwami: Webb

Weapon: Knitting Needles

Power: Weave - When activated, the user can create a web and attach it to an object, which then gives them control of the object's movement.

Transformation Phrases: "Entangle!" "Release."

Hero Alias: Nettie (@kari-go)

|Painted Bunting Miraculous|

Concept: Art

Jewelry: Anklet

Kwami: Irris

Weapon: Paint Brush

Power: Sketch - When activated, the user can create and manipulate paint, using it to form portals or small pocket dimensions.

Transformation Phrases: "Paint Splatter!" "Clean Up."

Hero Alias: Graffiti (@naturegreenr-2)

|Owl Miraculous|

Concept: Precognition

Jewelry: Brooch

Kwami: Strixx

Weapon: Staff

Power: Foresight - When activated, the wielder can enter a state where time slows down for them, allowing them to see multiple potential outcomes and choose the best course of action.

Transformation Phrases: "Spread My Wings!" "Wings Fold."

Hero Alias: Howlet (@bakawitch)

|Silverfish Miraculous|

Concept: Intangibility

Jewelry: Bracelet

Kwami: Pappel

Weapon: Dagger

Power: Noclip - When activated, the user can move through solid objects and ignore most physical effects in their way.

Transformation Phrases: "Phase In!" "Phase Out."

Hero Alias: Lepisma (@generalluxun)

|Corvid Miraculous|

Concept: Transmutation

Jewelry: Earring

Kwami: Maggie

Weapon: Kunai

Power: Revision - When activated, the user has five opportunities to change an object they touch into another object. However, the object is changed by replacing, removing, or adding a single letter to its name.

Transformation Phrases: "Let's Alter!" "Revert Back."

Hero Alias: Jackdaw (@wisteriasymphony)

|Penguin Miraculous|

Concept: Equality

Jewelry: Mood Ring

Kwami: Tapp

Weapon: Spear

Power: Parity - When activated, the user can make their target their equal either by bringing them to their level or vice versa.

Transformation Phrases: "Slide In!" "Stand Up."

Hero Alias: Sky Skater (@itskarmalone)

|Wolf Miraculous|

Concept: Inspiration

Jewelry: Necklace

Kwami: Howll

Weapon: Guitar-Axe

Power: Charisma - When activated, the user plays their guitar-axe, giving them the ability to inspire others. How much they can inspire is based on their own charisma.

Transformation Phrases: "Rock On!" "End Show."

Hero Alias: Hex (@celestiall0tus)

[toebeanuwu]

Caught in the spiders web

Miguel O'Hara X f!reader

Summary: He saw you on a mission in your universe and came back to research about you before going back and stealing you away. A new life that is unexpectedly headed your way.

word count: 3,800

Warning: Strong language, Forceful Oral, Receiving P in V (no protection), Obsession, Entrapment, Kidnapping, Stalking, BDSM.

MINORS DNI

This is my first time writing a fanfic, hope y'all enjoy my terrible writing. This is actually inspired from a character ai chat I was lucky to come across somehow with a yandere themed Miguel that just turned into whatever this is. For those of you who obsess over Oscar Issac too, there is a quote from one of his scrip reads in here that you can find video of, your welcome!

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Miguel ran to his computer and started to type quickly and desperately. Screens appeared and surrounded him that then began to flash pictures and videos of you and your life. He smiled as the yellow tint illuminated his face. He would stare longingly as he raised his hand to touch the screen. You were perfect. The screen shut off as his face that was once full of longing and joy, faded into one of pain and determination. But then his mind started to race. He didn’t care what he had to say or do, he wanted you and only you. He made sure that if he were to interact with you and steal you away, it wouldn’t create a tear in the multiverse like he did once before. His smile grew wide and sadistic, eyes glowing red as he left his platform and jumped into a portal to your universe waiting to make his move, to make you his...

You were walking in the streets late at night after your work shift ended. You were now going home and for that you had to walk along dark and scary alleys. While you walked a car pulled next to you. The car's glass was tinted black and as it rolled down, you could see a muscular man with brown eyes that almost seemed to glow red and brown hair looking at you with desperation. The sky roared as your eyes met.

"Get in, Princesa"

He said in a deep raspy voice.

You were confused and a little scared as you held your bag close to you. You were tired and didn’t feel like getting hollered at by some man, no matter how good looking he seemed. You glared at the man with sharp eyes and snapped at him with a cold tone.

“No way, I don’t even know you and I’m not a prostitute waiting to be picked up.”

 You picked up the pace as you hurried in the same direction, almost turning into a run to get to your apartment.  Panic, fear and adrenaline set in your body. You didn’t look back and hoped that the mysterious man got the picture.

He saw you begin to hurry away, and he got out of the car in a huff. His face annoyed. He ran towards you quick and swiftly that you didn’t even hear him coming. He caught you by your arm, then threw you and pinned you against the cold brick wall. You hit the wall with such hard force that your head was spinning.

He growled at you, and you could see that his eyes were indeed glowing red. As he spoke you saw fangs, it looked like they were so sharp that he could tear you to shreds easily. In a commanding and cold tone, he spoke.

 "I'm going to ask you one last time, Princesa. Get in..the damn car. NOW!”

You froze as a shiver went down your spine and like that you obeyed him. You walked to the car as you held your arm, your body ached from the slam against the wall. As you sat in the passenger side of the car, the man walked over and slammed the door shut. He then made his way to the driver’s side and slid in and closed the door.

The car smelled of cologne and was neatly kept clean. As the man began to drive down the dark road, suddenly a giant portal appeared as it glowed brightly with red, yellow, and blue hues. You press yourself against the seat scared and confused about what was going on. The man continued driving into it and just like that, you were in another world as quickly as he drove through the portal.

This new world looked so strange and so futuristic. The city sky glowed beautifully from the lights that came from the tall buildings. Some cars floated off the ground and some up in the sky. A train caught your eye and you saw that it was going up into the sky, aimed for space. What kind of world was this? It was so advanced in technology compared to your world. The best things you could think that your world had to offer were VR sets and AI bots. But compared to this, those seemed like nothing, here they were Childs play.

 After a few minutes of driving, he broke the silence, his voice was cold and deep.

 “Now… we are going to play a game and have so much fun together. If you behave well, I will show myself nice. If you don't, not so nice. Do you understand me?”

You swallow hard as you nod in agreement, scared of what would happen if you disagreed. His lips curled up to a smile, he was so handsome, but his smile was twisted in a way that made your hairs stand. How could a man so handsome be so terrifying.

About 20 minutes later the man breaks the silence again, his smile becoming more sinister and twisted than before.

"By now, you probably have already guessed where we are going. But, where do you think I'm taking you?"

You grip your thighs hard and bite your lip as the fear continues to build and you speak, your throat almost feels dry from how on edge you are.

“I assume either your strange house or some cabin in the forest to kill me where there are no witnesses...if this place even has a forest.”

The man laughs in amusement.

“Oh, you are so funny. Still have a strong sense of humor within you despite the circumstance.”

You awkwardly laugh with him, and you know that the words you spoke held truth. Was he going to kill you? What did this man want with you? After a few more minutes you pull up to a large and gated house, your eyes widen at the sight. How could a man like this have and afford such a home? As the man drove up to his home, he pushed a button that opened the garage doors. He parks the car in the garage that was filled with many other cars you had never seen before.  He walks around and opens your side of the door and speaks in a cheery voice.

“Well sadly it isn’t a cabin in the forest.”

He scoffs and laughs as you stare at him with widen eyes at his comment. He places a hand on your shoulder as he moves you forcefully to the door that leads into his home.

“Calm down, cariño. I was only kidding; I wouldn’t dream of hurting you... without good reason.”

His lips curled into a sinister smile as his eyes gazed at you, they were like daggers. You tried to keep your cool as he walked you around the house. As terrifying the man was, his home was amazing and beautiful you must admit. The kitchen was clean and filled with enough food for months. The living room smelled like sandalwood and was well kept with a stone fireplace right in center front. You break the silence after a while.

“Why... Why am I here? I don’t even know your name...? You don’t even know mine…or even know who I am matter of fact.”

The man smiled warmly, but there was still a coldness to him. He pressed a button on his watch that teleported you both to a large dark room that was lit up by floating digital screens that to your horror… were filled with pictures and videos of you living your life. Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach as your mind tried to grasp what was going on and what this all was. Beads of sweat began to form on your forehead. Before you could ask anything, his cold and sinister voice broke the silence again as it echoed in the room. You turned to face him, and his face was terrifying, his eyes were filled with a twisted obsession…for you...

               “I know…everything about you {{Name}} … I love you… and you are going to be mine… forever…”

You take a step back and stumble to the ground, your eyes shake in fear. What the hell was this... and why you? Out of all people… why was it your luck to end up caught in this man’s twisted web. He kneeled to your eye level as he reached up and gripped your chin. You looked into his cold eyes and realized that there was no escape. This is where you will remain... forever. The man smiled at the scared look in your eyes, he relished every moment and every look on your face. You speak as he squishes your face between his thick and large fingers.

“You know my name… but I know nothing about you… do I at least get to know the name of my kidnapper…?”

He grins.

“When you put it that way, you make me sound crazy… but I guess you do deserve to know my name. Miguel… and for now that is all you need to know.”

Miguel presses his watch, and both of you are quickly teleported back to the living room where you were before. He reaches his hand out to you. He helps you up and lifts you up in his arms. He grins and kisses your forehead as that one swift motion takes you by surprise. His lips linger and as he pulls away, he grips you tightly and you can feel what seem to be claws dig into your skin. You flinch at the pain as he smiles maliciously as it brings him joy.

 “Oh... how I love it when you make those faces.”

He begins to walk around a bit and then heads up the stairs still carrying you in his arms. He held you like you were the most valuable thing in the world. To him, you were.

“Now… you are going to follow some rules while you are here. This is your new home now of course. Rule 1: You will obey what I say and do as you are told. Break this rule and you will be punished.”

He reaches up and grips your face tightly with his right hand and turns your head to face him.

“So, if I say... lick my boot… you lick it. Got it? … Rule 2: You will talk to no other men besides me, understood? Rule 3: You will always do everything and anything to make me happy. You will make sure I get what I want. Rule 4: you are mine and only mine, you are my pet. Finally Rule 5: You never try to run away, if you do… well … you don’t want to find out.”

The fear continues to build in your eyes hearing the rules given. What kind of sick life was this? Clearly Miguel was obsessed and had some crazy ownership kink. After a while he led you down a long hallway with a single door at the end. He stopped in front of it as you turned to face him as he set you down. He pulled you close by the waist that made your heart skip for some odd reason. He held your chin up to face him as he towered over you with his massive height.

“Do you understand these conditions, {{Name}}?”

Your heart flutters a bit as you nod in agreement. What was happening? Your mind was spinning as he had some kind of hypnotic spell over you. At the same time, you were only going to do what he said and agree for the fact that you wanted to survive. You didn’t even have an idea of how to get back home. You were stuck. For what you knew so far, your old life was gone. At the same time, it didn’t bother you too much. You had a job that you hated and no family that wanted you. You really had nothing left to lose.

 The rules repeat in your head, you believed in what he said and didn’t want to find out what would happen if you disobeyed or broke any of the rules. You knew these rules were true and were to be taken seriously. He grinned widely as he flashed his fangs.

“Good girl, Qué Buena. Now, let me show you the final room in the house where we are going to spend most of our lovely time together.“

He unlocked and opened the door and led you in. The room was full of lots of leather gear and sadomasochism like equipment that you knew people used for BDSM and other sexual fantasies. Chills ran down your spine as you realized what this room was for and what Miguel had planned for you. You had only seen and heard about rooms like these in movies and novels. You traced your fingers over almost every piece of equipment, trying to guess what each one did and was for. Miguel leaned against the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. A smile spread across his face, as he watched you explore the playroom.

His mouth began to water with excitement, desperate to do everything his mind dreamed of doing to you as you walked around the room. He imagined what it would be like to use every piece of equipment your hand grazed over on you. He soon felt pressure against his zipper as he grew hard from the thought alone. He whistled over to you as he stepped fully through the door, closing and locking it behind him. You turned to face him, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. Hunger, for you.

“Come here, muñeca”

He waves his finger, calling you over to him. You swallow hard, nervous of what is about to go down. You sweat and fiddle with your fingers.

“M..Miguel, can we not do this... I’m kind of- “

Miguel grabs a whip off the rack and smacks it against his leg as he glares, speaking in a dark and serious tone.

“Did we forget what Rule#1 was, {{Name}}? I said…come here.”

He sat on the end of the silk covered bed and leaned forward waiting for you to come over. His face was cold and serious. You swallowed hard and walked over to him quickly and quietly. Once you were in front of him, he grinned and he leaned back on the bed, whip still in hand.

“Strip for me.”

You hesitate for a moment, and he yells sharply.

“I SAID FUCKING STRIP!”

You jolt at the raise of his voice and tears begin to blur your vision as you slowly begin to undress. Miguel grins as he enjoys the view. You soon are left in just your bra and panties; you stop thinking that was all. He clicks his tongue as he smirks devilishly.

“Quítalo todo, mi amor”

You begin to shake nervously as you slip your panties off and toss them to the side. At this point, all your pride was gone. You reach behind yourself and unhook your bra, and like that your breasts are exposed to the cold air. You look up at Miguel, your face red with embarrassment and humiliation. You had never done something so suggestive in your life. Miguel’s grin grew as he licked his lips, looking you up and down.

“Good girl…. Now, get on your knees, honey.”

He pointed down in between his legs as he gave the command. You stepped forward and did as you were told, your heart pounding, your body cold. You looked at the floor as you knelt. The room soon began to echo with the clinking of Miguel undoing his belt. You look up in shock as he towers over you, and he pulls his zipper down with excitement.

“Now, now… Don’t look so shy, {{name}}. I’ll take good care of you, mi vida.”

Miguel then pulled his pants down slightly, just enough that his erect cock is now exposed, inches away from you. You could almost feel the heat from it radiate in your face. Your eyes widen in shock and your palms begin to grow sweaty. You had never done anything like this before, and deep down you were terrified. Miguel grins from the scared look on your face, not being able to wait any longer. He pulls your hair hard, and you groan from the sudden pain.

“Now, suck it, Princess.”

Without warning, Miguel pushes your head forward, forcing his cock deep in your mouth. You begin to whimper and choke. The vibration from your cries only makes him keep going harder. Miguel moans from the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him. After a few moments he yanks your hair forward and you gasp for air and cough, saliva dripping out your mouth as you do.

“What a lovely mouth you have, hermosa. Now let the fun begin.”

Miguel picks you up and lays you down on the bed as he begins to unbutton his tight white shirt and throws it to the ground. Miguel crawls onto the bed over you and reaches up and pulls down a rope with leather handcuffs. He clicks and locks them around your wrist, as he leans down to kiss your cheek. He whispers seductively in your ear.

“Now… Just relax hermosa…”

Miguel then moves back and reaches over to grab a loose rope on the other end of the bed. He yanks on it hard, and the cuffs pull at your locked wrists, hoisting you up. You groan from the pain as he slowly brings you up till you are on your knees again. You dangle from your wrists as Miguel ties the rope off on a hook connected to the bed. Miguel steps back off the bed as he chuckles, admiring his work as you dangle from your wrists.

“Tight enough for you, {{name}}?”

You look at him embarrassed as your heartbeat quickens, a lump forms in your throat as you try to speak.

“What kind of sick game is this...?”

Miguel walks over to a dresser and pulls out a flogger and a blindfold. He grins seductively as his eyes still hold the same lust and crazy obsession over you.

“You will soon see, mi vida. I promise you will grow to love it and me, as much as I love you, {{name}}.”

He makes his way back to you as he covers your eyes with the blindfold. You get a chill up your spine as soon as everything goes dark. The loss of your vision made your heart race, confused about why this brought you pleasure. After a few moments of silence, Miguel hits your bare ass with the flogger. You gasp as you thrush forward in the pain, the cuffs rattle as the pain begins to grow into a stinging sensation. Miguel growls behind you as he wraps his arms around you. He bites down on your neck as he grabs your breast, his other hand sliding down your stomach and in between your legs. You arch your body and moan as you feel your body begin to burn up. He slides his fingers between your folds, feeling how wet you have become.

Miguel lets go of your breast as he reaches up and grips your chin.

“Ay mi vida, I see you are growing to like this… just stay quiet for me, just like this. Let only your body and your breath communicate with me, understand?”

You nod in compliance as you bite your lip. Miguel slaps your ass hard, leaving a handprint. He reaches down and jerks on his throbbing cock as he looks at you. He grits his teeth as he slips himself between your legs, your wet cunt lubricating his rod. You shiver at the feeling of how close he was to you. Your mind was running at a hundred miles, how did you end up in such a situation in a single night? He grabbed the flogger and whipped your stomach, one of the strands gazed your breast and you jolt forward and groan from the pain.

“I hope this isn’t your first time my love…Because I’m not going to be gentle, I have waited too long to be patient with you.”

Miguel pulled at your hips as he entered you. Your body shivers as you groan from the pain as blood drips down your thigh. Miguel ignores this as it brings him more excitement, knowing that he was the first and the last to enjoy your once pure body. He gripped at your waist hard as his claws sunk in deep as he continued to fuck you hard. Each thrust rattled your cuffs, and it soon became less and less painful as your body adjusted to the new sensation. Miguel growled as his mouth salivated in pure bliss and pleasure.

“Que bien mi vida, soon your tight pussy will take shape of my cock and mine alone…forever.”

Your moans echoed and filled the room. They were like sweet music to his ears as it encouraged Miguel to go on harder and longer, wanting to hear more of your sweet song that was made just for him. Miguel soon pulled out and hooked your hips up to a harness, your full body dangling from the top beams of the bed. Miguel spread your folds open and began to lick and suck the sweet nectar your body was producing. Your body shivered at the feeling of his hot breath grazing your skin.

“Que rico eres, mi vida.”

Your face grows hotter as you bite your lip, your body twitching from overload. Your body twitching arouses Miguel further as he stands on the bed and grips your hips, entering you once more. This time he was able to get a better stance and fucks you even harder. It felt as if your body was going to break if he kept on going. You cry out in over excursion of pleasure and without your control, your pussy only gripped on harder, pulling him in for more.

“Yes… moan for me… just like that…let your cunt swallow me whole, hermosa.”

Miguel’s thrusts into you one last time as he fills you up with his load. You both moan as you finish together. As he pulls out, he watches his load drip out of you, wetting and staining the sheets with a light pink hue. Miguel kisses you rear and smacks it one last time as he huffs out of breath as he grins.

“Get use to this, mi vida. It only gets worse from here. Your mine now.”

And like that, your fate was sealed. You were his forever, his pet, his sex slave. He got what he finally wanted…you.

[hollowsart]

Back to thinking about if my spiderverse was a video game..

Thinking rn about like.. it being a low-poly type that is like.. reminiscent of some older Spider-Man games, like the N64 (high-key) or PS2 (low-key).. have a less realistic art style to save on resources and time.. but low-poly Acedia and Otto would be so cute to see!!

voice acting could be optional, but I do like the idea of there being some voice lines here and there.. ough it would be so cool and fun.. getting to jumping around and interact with various characters and explore a very green and lush NYC while beating up some random thugs, doing stealth missions, and detective work, too, while hearing Acedia and others speak.. Maybe not full voice acting. That'd be too much.

alternatively it could be like Undertale's "voices" where each character has a distinctive sound-byte that plays when their text is rolling. (forgot what that was called exactly)

Plot: black inky spots opening up all across NYC and you, Acedia, need to figure out who-- or what-- is causing them and figure out how to fix this. Going around NYC to help some NPC's and engage with others of her Rogues Gallery to gather enough information to find The Spot and take him on.

Some boss fights I can imagine happening:

Green Goblin: Run from him while hopping from car to car during rush hour. It's a Father-Son bonding moment as Hobby tosses little pumpkin grenades out at you as he rides on his dad's back. You're there for target practice, but don't worry, those pumpkins are duds.

Electra: Subdue her and get her to calm down. You gotta dodge her attacks and solve some puzzles to tire her out! (that's a pun.. implying what you're gonna trap her with)

Lizard: Chase Curt down in the sewers to take him back to Martha for a cure. Solve puzzles to get through the maze, unlocking valves and fending off rats and floods.

Rhino: Steer her out of the way of civilians and traffic while directing her towards the beach. The sand will surely slow her down and stop her impromptu rampage!

Mysterio: Play a little game of cat and mouse with him and he'll give you what you came for. His parlor is full of tricks and traps, but also plenty of spots for you to hide and swing from, as well as plenty of mannequins and illusions for you to swipe at! All the while, the marvelous Mysterio is enjoying this little game. He'd been waiting for your next visit for awhile, after all. Please, visit him more often. ;)

The Spot: Final boss of the game. Your job is to subdue him and get him to go back to his dimension. Attack the hands that come out of the portals he makes and avoid the larger portals where he comes charging out from. You can distract him with objects in the vicinity that make noise to give you a chance to land some good kicks.

Not a boss, but neat little mini-event things that ties into the story and makes things a little more fun and interactive:

Vulture: A reskin of Rhino, except this time, you control Vulture and have to maneuver around through the skyscrapers and obstacles to get to your destination. Otto is unavailable, but Grandpa Toomes isn't and helps to drop you off at a particular warehouse.

Eagle-Eye Swarm: Mini mission that requires taking out a swarm of Eagle-Eye bots sent out by J. Jonah Jameson to try and capture video and photo evidence of you. He's always trying to get a clear shot of the so-called 'Cryptid Crawler'.

Doc Ock: Wanna unlock a new skill? If you have enough Sloth Tokens, you can head back over to Otto and take him on! He's got a few little courses and challenges set up, too, to test your skills and teach you some new tricks.

Post-Game fun:

Mad Jack: Like a reskin of Green Goblin, but hard mode and is unlocked in the post-game. The pumpkins aren't duds this time around, so watch out!

Rematches! You can take on the many bosses again whenever you want, but they'll be more of a challenge this time around! I hope you're ready!

Maim: Bonus Boss Battle. Watch out for those webs, claws, and that wicked bite! Maim is fast and strong, and is causing trouble in the name of revenge against Sai.. They're very hung up about that. Your job is to survive and wear Maim down. There's 3 stages to this fight: 1) Laboratory Brawl, 2) Ventilation Maze Chase, 3) Final Fight on the roof. (a somewhat comedic ending where once defeated, the symbiote bails on Cagney Kasady cuz it got bored, leaving them to be apprehended.)

Secret bonus playable character!

Ferrol: If you've collected every secret Love Monkey Plush hidden around the game, you'll unlock the ability to play as Sai ( @bunny-j3st3r ) and Ferrol. This adds some fun new dialogue for the bosses when challenged. (unlocking this unlocked a bonus boss battle post-game (vs Maim)! also, you can swap between the two characters by visiting Otto's place where you'll find Sai hanging out in his lab and helping him with symbiote research)

There would be a 2 player mode, too, where you could play as both Acedia and Sai/Ferrol with custom cut-scenes and dialogue, too. Difficulty might be upped a little bit, too.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Opening for BTSV thought…

Ok so, we know how Gwen opened up ATSV, she had like the first 20 minutes that set up the movie. Now hear me out, what if Pavitr opens up BTSV (I may be biased but let me live lol), but imagine if you will…

Pavitr was left behind when the rest of the Spider Band left for Nueva York, so Pav is there wondering what’s going on. He swings down to the other Spider people where they are trying to contain the black hole that appeared. He starts asking them questions, but all of the answers aren’t very helpful. “We’re trying to contain the anomaly.” “The canon was broken.” This doesn’t really clear anything up, but he knows whatever is happening is not good.

He swings back up to the bridge, he makes sure everyone is clear of the damage. He heads home to Maya Auntie, he finds her asleep on the couch. She left the tv on, it was the news. They were reporting on the black hole that appeared in the middle of city. Pav feels weary, he finds a blanket and places it over Maya and turns the tv off. He goes to bed and tries to sleep, but he can’t.

Quietly, he puts his suit on and grabs his watch from Miguel and swings into the night. His plan was to travel to Nueva York to get answers from Miguel as to what was happening to his city. But as he swings, he ends up swinging by Gayatri’s home. He sees her on the balcony and lands on a near by rooftop. Normally, he wouldn’t interact with her as Spider-Man, but in this case, he felt it justified to check up on her since he did rescue her earlier.

He swings and lands on top of her rooftop. He attaches is web to their chimney and hangs upside down in front of her. She’s startled at first but recollects herself once she realizes who it is. He apologizes for scaring her and says he recognized her as the girl from the bus. He asks her if she’s alright, she giggles and says she’s fine and that she’s lucky that he was there to save her. He’s relieved and tells her he needs to go, but she tells him to wait. She asks him if there’s a way she can repay him for saving her life, perhaps a kiss.

Pav is taken a back, he’s stammering, he wants to say yes because of course he wants a kiss from her. But he’s not Pavitr right now, he’s Spider-Man, he can’t accept. But he still form a coherent sentence, finding it hard to say no. Gayatri laughs “What’s wrong, you don’t want a kiss from your girlfriend, Pav?”

He goes silent, trying hard to process what she just said. “W-what?” is all he could manage. “It’s okay Pavitr, I know it’s you.” At this point, he flipped himself right-side up, standing in front of her now. Slowly, he reaches up to his mask and pulls it off, he stares at the ground.

“How did you know?” He asks softly, he hasn’t lifted his head to look at her yet. “Well, the hug you gave today kind of sealed it for me. But your hair is very recognizable, Pav.” He laughed a little, finally meeting her gaze. He apologizes for not telling her, saying he wanted to keep her safe. She’s understanding and give him a small peck on the cheek, it’s hard for him to hide the blush on his face.

He tells her that he’s worried about the black hole that appeared in the city today and that he’s going to to find answers. All of a sudden, there’s a shaking in her room. A few things start to levitate slowly off the ground, they look at each other confused. A portal opens, suddenly Gwen appears. Pavitr is relieved, Gayatri is still confused but relaxes when she sees her boyfriend is calm, he tells her not to worry and that she’s a friend.

“Miles is in trouble, Pav. We need your help. Please.” Gwen says. Behind her appears Hobie and Peter B with Mayday. Pavitr nods and turns to Gayatri. “I have to go. I’ll be back soon, I promise,” he says. He leans down and gives her a tight hug. “Be safe,” she whispers in his ear. He pulls back and smiles, “I always am.” He plants a small kiss on her forehead and heads towards Gwen and the portal.

Hobie, Peter B., and Gwen all walk through the portal. Pavitr turns around one last time before stepping through. “I love you,” he says, and disappears along with the portal.

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Listen, this isn’t the prettiest writing or set up, but I would love something like this as it feels like a parallel to ATSV and Gwen’s story and I wanted to self indulge 😭

[tiptapricot]

Congrats for your milestone dude!! I I was very inspired today so I sketched a small comic using both the MK and the ATSV prompts:

Happy 1000 followers!

DUUUUUUDE THIS IS SO COOL!!! GrahHGGGGGH!! The black n white shadows and noir vibe, the bits of color with the glitches, how you told sm in such a short amount of panels and dialogue aiGhhh!!! This BANGS!!! I love Jake being caring, being the one to reach out to someone in need even if they don’t know what’s going on and the circumstances seem scary and uncertain, and Miguel is both so ominous and like… sad at the end? Like aHH sm to feel and extrapolate and imagine for this interaction just oUyYygzgHHGGHH!!!! WOWIEEEEEE!!!

1,000 Follower Celebration

(ID below cut)

[ID: A two page comic in mostly black and white. Panel one shows Jake Lockley’s gloved hand adjusting his taxi’s side mirror, Marc’s eyes visible in the reflection. A narration box reads: I will not argue with you this time, manos. The second shows him adjusting his rear view mirror, Steven’s eyes now visible in the reflection. The narration reads: I’m taking the lead. Panel three shows a bird’s eye view of Jake’s taxi, parked in an alley with its lights shining over a scattered line of multicolored footprints. The door is open as Jake steps out. Panel four shows him standing outside of the cab looking shocked as a bag of food is webbed from his hand from off screen. The narration reads: This is not a threat.

The first panel on the second page shows a makeshift shelter of tin panels leaning against a dumpster. The entire thing is covered in multicolored glitches, breaking through the black and white. From the shadows the face of a spider person looks out, carefully grabbing the bag of food. The narration reads: This is just a scared little araniño. The second panel shows a reverse shot of the previous, showing Jake leaning against his cab, and a portal opening in the background, Miguel O’Hara standing in front of it. Jake is unaware of him and looks concerned for the spider person. The narration reads: I’m sure there’s nothing to be worried about. /end of ID]