#Tech Mentor Plus

[novelistwriter]

The Runaway Scientist

DP x DC Prompt

There is a young man running around the world. Normally, this wouldn't be a cause for concern for the Justice League, but this young man isn't an ordinary person. This young man is someone who rivals the greatest minds the League has to offer, who has tech with him that's very advanced, despite being made of everyday appliances, with a clean source of energy that no one knows of, no one but the young man they are chasing.

Batman was the first to encounter him in Gotham. The young man was doing something in an abandoned warehouse, and the Bats caught wind of it. Batman tried to interrogate the young man on what he was doing, but instead, he found himself flipped over and pinned down himself. The young man had realized who he pinned down and quickly fled with most of what he had. The only thing left behind was a high-tech belt. When they analyzed the belt, it was revealed to be a personal shield that could withstand a full force kryptonion punch with minor cracks on it.

Then, he began to be encountered by other League members across the US for a few months before he was sighted in other countries.

Now, it's become a race against time, as the League needs to get to the young man who may be an upcoming genius scientist, as their enemies caught wind of him.

Danny is on the run. The GIW had killed his family and friends to get to him when they learned that he was Phantom. His parents had just accepted him as Phantom as well. He took all of his parents' research and tools and destroyed the portal. He's using the Fenton Crammer to store the bigger things in a Thermos, like the Ops Center, the finished model of the Ecto Skeleton, the Fenton ATV, the GAV, the Fenton Submarine, the Specter Speeder, and the Prototype of the Fenton Rocket. He thought he could hide out in Gotham for a bit, but then he had to attack Batman, the adrenaline from escaping Amity and his training from when Pandora and his other mentors for him, Clockwork said that he needs training in martial arts because he is the Ghost King, and a King needs to defend himself. So he ran again, not knowing he left a modified Specter Deflector behind.

And now that he's on the run from the Justice League because he attacked a founding member, not knowing that the Justice League just wants to talk and maybe make him a scientist (plus the Batfam trying to convince Batman that this isn't someone to adopt). He now has to deal with the bad guys of the Justice League wanting him, as well as the GIW and the Justice League, his most recent encounter? A very old Fruitloop with ectoplasm in him that's the equivalent of Fast Food for Ghosts who wants him as his Heir, all because he easily bested the Fruitloop in a fight.

[vrtualchg]

IN THE LAP OF EXCESS

he was sin in a suit. sharp jaw, sharper tongue, and a mouth full of trouble. she was too young, too bold, too curious. and she liked the way he looked at her—like he had no right to want her, but wanted her anyway. tony stark knew better. but that didn’t stop him from pulling her into his penthouse, sliding between her thighs like she was the last bad decision he’d ever make. maybe it should’ve been a mistake. but god, did it feel like power.

pairing:older!Tony Stark x younger!reader

genre: age gap, billionaire x intern, smutty tension, seduction at a party, mentor kink

tw: MDNI 18+, explicit sexual content, age gap (legal I SWEAR), power imbalance, morally gray behavior, filthy dialogue, whiskey-soaked tension, implied infidelity, dominant older man, “you’re fucking someone young enough to be your daughter”, degradation & praise

The same glinting sea of crystal flutes catching light like shattered stars. Tailored suits whispered against one another, threads stitched with old money and silent ambition. Diamond-drenched smiles flashed across the room, sharp enough to draw blood, and the air was perfumed with the unmistakable scent of obscene wealth—aged whiskey, designer leather, foreign cologne that lingered like a dare.

It wasn’t a party. It was a pageant of power. A mating ritual for the elite, where net worth replaced pheromones and laughter was just another form of warfare. Everyone dressed to impress, but more importantly—to intimidate. Sharks in silk. Jackals in Tom Ford.

Tony Stark had seen it all. Hell, he'd built the goddamn ballroom they were dancing in—metaphorically and otherwise.

He wore black Armani like sin, every seam tailored with surgical precision, his presence cutting through the noise like a scalpel. A living contradiction—grit polished to a mirror sheen. Charm and danger woven into flesh and fabric.

He moved through the crowd with lazy magnetism, trailed by whispers and second glances. A nod to a senator’s wife, who giggled like she was half her age. A smirk at a tech CEO who would sell his soul—and maybe already had—for a Stark Industries deal. Tony didn’t do handouts. Especially not to men who begged with champagne breath and damp palms.

The endless drone of shallow conversation eventually scraped against his nerves.

He peeled away, slipping toward the bar where a veteran bartender—one who’d weathered every era of Stark’s destruction and resurrection—poured before he arrived. No questions. Just ritual.

“You know what I like,” Tony muttered, voice low and rough—like gravel soaked in honey. The whiskey was served neat. Deep amber. A drink that tasted like legacy, guilt, and too many ghosts.

He had barely raised it to his lips when something shifted in his periphery.

A girl.

No. A woman—but only barely.

She stood out instantly. Not because she was trying to. Because she wasn’t. No designer logos clinging to her curves, no vulgar display of borrowed wealth. Just soft shadows and quiet confidence. A silhouette framed by the chaos, sipping red wine like she belonged, like she hadn’t just walked into the lion’s den with bare hands and bold eyes.

Tony blinked. Someone bring their daughter? Or worse—an underaged plus-one with daddy issues and a forged invitation.

He leaned casually against the bar, giving her a look that was too slow to be subtle, head tilted with feline curiosity.

Then she turned.

And fuck.

Pretty wasn’t the word. Dangerous was closer. Lipstick the color of blood and bad ideas. Eyes wide enough to get a man in trouble. She looked young. Too young. FBI-knock-on-your-door young. His libido sat up and took notice while his common sense muttered don’t be an idiot, thats a lawsuit waiting to happen.

But then she smiled. Cool. Unshaken.

“Do I have something on my face, or...?” she asked, lips curving like she already knew she did.

Even her voice had edge. Smooth with the tiniest bite. Like silk pulled tight over a blade.

Tony took a long sip, buying himself a second to recalibrate. “No. Just trying to figure out which chapter of the sorority handbook covers sneaking into billion-dollar parties.”

She laughed—honest and unpolished. Then bit her lip, and Tony nearly groaned.

“Sorry to disappoint,” she said. “No cult. No glitter. Just me.”

“Mm. You sure?” he drawled. “Because I’m getting heavy ‘freshman with a fake ID’ energy.”

“I’m twenty-one,” she replied, lifting her glass in mock indignation. “And I’m an intern. Not that I was invited.”

Tony blinked. Then laughed—a rich, unrestrained sound that turned heads.

“You’re seriously telling me—the guy who wrote the guest list—that you snuck in?”

She shrugged, unapologetic. “Figured if I was going to get thrown out, it might as well be by someone interesting.”

For a moment, he just stared. Admiration stirred, quiet and dangerous. She was clever. Sharp. Bold. The kind of girl who could accidentally undo a man—just by looking at him like that.

Jesus. His mind was already slipping. Lipstick smeared. Dress hiked. Those lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and milking him dry.

Focus, Stark. He sipped again, letting the burn snap him back to center.

Still, he leaned closer. Couldn't help it. His breath brushed her ear, his cologne thick in the air—wood, spice, and sin.

“You even old enough to be drinking?” he murmured, pretending it was a joke.

She met his gaze, calm and unblinking. “I told you. Twenty-one.”

“Right. And I’m just Tony,” he said, smoothly interrupting her before ‘Mr. Stark’ could leave her lips. “Call me that again and I’ll start looking around for my father.”

She laughed again, softer this time. It was dangerous. Because it wasn’t flirtation.

It was fun.

“What are you drinking?” he asked, shifting slightly closer, enough to catch the whisper of her perfume—sweet, delicate, but grounded. Not like the powdery clouds most girls drowned themselves in. It smelled like summer and secrets.

She held up her glass. “Not sure. Some old man gave it to me.”

Tony exhaled a sharp laugh, letting his head drop for a second.

“And you just took it?” he asked. “Christ. I don’t know if you’re brave or just stupid.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why not both?”

He chuckled darkly, his gaze dropping to the neckline of her dress. Low. Elegant. Deceptively innocent.

She caught the look and smiled, slow and knowing. “He seemed pretty set on me taking it. And I hate being rude.”

Flirting like it was just another man—not Tony Stark. And that? That got under his skin in the best possible way.

So he stayed. Talked. Asked her name. Got her to laugh again—light, real, nothing like the false noises echoing around the ballroom. Topped off her glass every time it dipped below full. And eventually, when the conversation got too warm, when the looks got too long, he leaned in close and murmured:

“Follow me upstairs.”

Then he walked away.

No looking back. He didn’t have to.

She came.

Tony sank into the leather of his penthouse armchair, legs sprawled, glass hanging loosely from his fingers. The elevator pinged. He didn’t need to look.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered, voice husky with something heavier than alcohol. She stepped in, eyes wide as they took in the rich, restrained decadence—floor-to-ceiling windows, soft jazz humming from invisible speakers, the city sprawled out below like a conquered kingdom.

“Nice, huh?” he said, lifting his glass in a lazy toast.

She nodded, stepping between his knees.

His hand slid to her hip—warm, steady. He guided her down, slow, deliberate. “Sit,” he murmured.

She did. Settled over him. His hips shifted upward in welcome.

Her breath caught. Shaky. Barely audible. His smirk returned.

He set his glass aside, both hands now on her—roaming over hips, up her sides, beneath the fabric.

No bra.

Sweet. Fucking. Hell.

His palms found her chest, a perfect fit for his hands. He gave a slow, reverent squeeze.

“You’re pretty touchy,” she whispered, voice barely there.

“You want me to stop?” he asked, thumbs brushing across sensitive skin.

“No.”

She breathed it out, soft but certain, her breath ghosting over his lips just before they collided.

The kiss was not sweet. It was messy. Desperate. Teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and Tony groaned against her mouth as his hands roamed freely—palming her tits, thumbs brushing across hardened nipples under that dangerously low-cut dress.

“You playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips, voice gravel and sin. “Coming up here. Sitting on my lap. Kissing me like that.”

“Who said I don’t like danger?” she whispered back, hips rolling subtly, just enough to make him hiss.

Tony’s grip tightened on her waist. “You don’t even know what danger is,” he growled.

She just smirked, lips slick, pupils blown. “Then show me.”

That snapped something loose in him. One big hand slid up to wrap around the back of her neck as he kissed her again, rougher this time, like he was trying to memorize her mouth with his own. His other hand stayed anchored to her hip, guiding her against the hard line of him beneath his trousers.

“You realize,” he muttered between kisses, voice low and dangerous, “you’re fucking someone old enough to be your father.”

She bit his lower lip, not gently. “You’re the one fucking someone young enough to be your daughter.”

That made him laugh—dark and amused. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, leaning back just enough to look at her. “You’ve got a mouth on you.”

“Isn’t that why you brought me up here?” she replied sweetly, rocking her hips again, slow and calculated.

Tony’s eyes darkened as he stared at her. “Careful,” he said, voice like velvet and broken rules. “You’re gonna make me do something reckless.”

“Maybe I want you to.”

That was all it took.

In one swift movement, he stood, hands gripping her thighs as he walked them both over to the massive bed like she weighed nothing. He tossed her down onto the silk sheets, watching her bounce once, hair a halo of temptation around her flushed face.

“Stay there,” he ordered, already undoing the buttons on his dress shirt with practiced efficiency. “Keep your hands to yourself. If you’re good, I’ll let you touch me.”

Her lip curled in challenge, but she didn’t move. Not yet.

Tony shrugged off the jacket and shirt, muscles cut and golden under the low light, his arc reactor casting a soft glow against his chest. He looked like sin wrapped in money and scars—older, yes. But powerful. Hungry. The kind of man who devoured girls like her for breakfast and never looked back. He crawled onto the bed like a fucking panther, slow and deliberate, settling between her legs. Her dress had hiked up high enough to reveal her thighs, smooth and soft and begging to be touched.

“I should feel bad about this,” he muttered, hands sliding under the hem of her dress, dragging it up her body inch by inch. “But I don’t.”

“You really don’t,” she breathed, arching into him as his fingers found the edge of her panties.

Tony grinned. “Nope. Not even a little. You came up here looking for trouble, sweetheart...”

He dipped down, mouth brushing the inside of her thigh, hot and wet.

“...And you fucking found it.”

Tony’s lips trailed fire down the inside of her thigh, teasing the bare skin exposed by that dangerously short dress, and she gasped—half from surprise, half from the sharp heat spreading low in her belly. His hands gripped her thighs like he was marking territory, thumbs stroking slow, deliberate patterns just above the fabric of her panties.

“God, you’re so fucking soft,” he murmured against her skin, voice husky and low. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

She shivered under his touch, eyes dark and hungry, and Tony was already pulling those panties aside with a cocky smirk—because why waste time?

His tongue flicked out, teasing her folds, licking a wet stripe up her core, making her back arch off the sheets. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging him closer, breath hitching as he sucked a harsh kiss right where she wanted him most.

“Stark...” she gasped, voice raw.

“It’s Tony,” he murmured against her, sliding two fingers inside her with a slow, torturous rhythm. “You’re twenty-one, and you’re already making me this desperate. It’s criminal.”

“Maybe I want you to be desperate,” she whispered, voice thick with want.

Tony chuckled darkly, fingers curling inside her, thumb circling her clit with expert precision. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.”

The age between them? It was electric. Forbidden. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a delicious, wicked violation.

He pulled back just long enough to unzip his pants, his cock springing free—hard, thick, and absolutely made for her. He leaned back in, aligning himself with a slow, deliberate slide that stole her breath away.

“You’re fucking someone old enough to be your father,” he said low, teeth grazing her ear, voice thick with lust and amusement.

“And you’re fucking someone young enough to be your daughter,” she shot back, biting his neck.

He slammed into her then, slow at first, savoring every inch, every gasp, every curve that clung to him. She clenched around him, a mix of shock and ecstasy tightening her muscles.

Tony’s hands roamed, gripping her hips, pulling her flush, hips snapping with a cruel kind of rhythm. “You’re mine tonight.”

Her nails raked down his back, breath ragged and wild. “Make me forget everything but you.”

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping, heavy breaths, whispered curses, and the delicious tension of two bodies out of sync with the world — perfectly, dangerously in tune with each other.

This has BEEEEN sitting in my drafts, and I thought I’d let it out of its shackles while I work on the part two of the Draco story 😆 its exam season too so bare with me💔

[localweirdoisme]

WHO CAME FIRST TENNA OR SPAMTON????

Asking who is older between spamton and tenna is like asking what came first the chicken or the egg? Tenna is a VCR CRT I know this because of these two lines from him.

Because of this he is most likely from the mid to late 80s. Supposedly he’s spent his whole life at the dremurr household and was most likely there before Kris was a kid too. 

no other equipment implies it’s built in AND the antennas look like they are attached on and not built in

But I believe spamton is from 1978 because it lines up with both the release of billy Joel big shot and the first sent spam email.

Okay so this means that Tenna would be younger than Spamton. But it’s heavily implied Tenna mentored Spamton. 

Plus Tenna doesn’t know how to use technology yet Spamton does. 

So Tenna Must be older than Spamton…right?

WRONG.

Spamton is a spam email and is most likely able to move from computer to computer because of this. He’s apart of the internet while Tenna is just cable tv. Spamton knows about new tech because of this mobility while Tenna just stays still in the living room. These two are close enough In age that it enabled them to learn things from each other. Spamton learned showmanship from Tenna and Tenna learned what’s hip with the kids within the 90s. It’s also implied heavily that Tenna wanted Spamton to introduce him to whoever was on the phone in order to become big too and after Spamton did that Tenna was probably gonna make him a co-host. Spamton already had commercials airing so him becoming co host was probably what he meant by “I was gonna put him on tv”

But this begs a new question. When was the laptop. Brought into the house? It would had to have been brought in during the late to mid 90s and brought in by someone who is close to the dreamurrs. At first I thought it was December but I’m pretty sure they are closer to Kris’s age. I have no ideas on who owns the laptop.

edit:

I almost forgot Tenna also is insecure about the fact that he copied spamton and does not like being compared to him

[stars-n-spice]

Welcome back to my attempts to post something Silly Squad (Bad Batch x Baddies Batch) related - be it headcanons, one shots/fics, or art - every Saturday! Just cuz Silly Squad Saturday has a nice ring to it.

This week we have: Mothers!

Tomorrow is Mother's Day and today is Día de Las Madres (you best believe my mom milks this weekend), so I figured to do some doodles of the moms with their kiddos for the Secgen Silly Squad AU! Plus Echo with his kiddos 😌

And as a bonus, I included the biggest Mama's Boy ever with his Moms!

Close ups and more under the text!

Viram with her boys!

Sometime down the line, Echo and Viram decide to adopt Deke and he is an absolute Mama's boy. Their other two boys are Tikan and Zisanu, and they are a handful and a half. Tikan's a little rascal who is always up to protect his little brother, should he get into any trouble (and he tends to). It's a little difficult to juggle a rebellion and three boys, but, of course, she and Echo wouldn't have it any other way!

Find out more about Viram and her kiddos here!

Khea with her ad'ika's!

What happens when you put a clone and a Mandalorian together as parents? You end up with a lot of kids! The first of their kiddos was Itri, a Foundling Khea took under her wing. Later on, they adopted Stak and then came their own kiddos. First were the twins, Maia and Marama, a dynamic duo with pranks up their sleeves and adventures to tackle. Then, of course, is the baby of the family, Elio. A more soft-spoken individual compared to his family who reminds Khea a lot of her late younger brother. While they can all be a lot, Khea is constantly grateful of how they've helped encourage her to continue to grow as a person.

Find out more about Khea and her kiddos here!

Phee with her kiddos!

There's no shortage of adventures in the Genoa household. Whether it's exploring planets, discovering and recovering ancient relics, or just watching old footage of Tech's riot racing before bed–there's always something fun to be done. Their oldest, Vela, has inherited her parents' skills and talents in piloting and has an interest in cartography. On the other hand, her younger brother, Rangi, inherited his mother's love of adventure and loves to record all the adventures they go on in his datapad–hoping to one day write a book of sorts.

Find out more about Phee and her kiddos here!

Tay'kaa with his moms!

First up we have a younger kid Tay during his time in the gladiatorial arena with his mentor/surrogate mom, Ko D'Ruq. Aka the "Daemon Devaronian" and the reigning champ in The Cauldron. She was the one who took him under her wing and trained him so that he'd have a chance of survival in that hell pit they were stuck in. Unfortunately, she would not last and it wouldn't be until later down the line that Tay would get connected with Na'yeli Marr, a Kessurian whom Ko loved dearly and Tay promised to look after once he was free.

@here-comes-the-moose and I are always joking about how at that point in Tay's life he's nearing 30 and is still living with his mom. There is absolutely no shame in that, but there's something incredibly amusing about a former gladiator turned mercenary who once worked for a crime syndicate and now the Empire not being able to stay out late because his mom wants him home to help with dinner. No way he's going to say "no" though, the man is an absolute mama's boy.

Echo with the babies of the batch!

Then of course, last but not least, we've got Echo with his ducklings Omega and Crosshair. What a trio! No wonder they had to be separated for most of The Bad Batch, if they hadn't then everything would've been resolved in like a season. Still can't believe we got a "What? No hug for me?" from Crosshair to Echo.

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[demonictumble]

percy jackson doctor au

annabeth: neurosurgeon

duh i feel this is self explanatory. there's always so much more to learn about the brain and annabeth would love that. and also she would be great at leading in the OR.

she would also be commited to being a lecturer and doing presentations as well

the type of person who everyone wants as a mentor

but also very no nonsense as she has high expectations for everyone, but not the type that would yell but just be demanding because she knows people can do it.

hobbies of martial arts (nobody at judo knows that she's a doctor til a medical emergency happens and she's like "i got this" and they're all astonished

percy: ER 

he doesn't hesitate and he wouldn't care about fame. he just wants to make people's lives better, whether that be stitching up some teenager who fell off their skateboard or something else

also he's chaotic, and if anything about the ER that i've learned from TV shows (okay so not the best source material...) is that they're chaotic too

he doesn't hesitate to make decisions and he's not the type to spend hours wondering what the course of action is. impulsiveness can be a plus.

his OR has such vibes as he plays music (it helps him concentrate) and everyone wants to be in there. he never yells at people either. he's a guy everyone likes (unless you manage to get on his bad side..)

his hobbies are of course swimming, and going on the ocassional boating trip

he's the type of guy that he'd end up helpign with flood or hurricane relief, even they're off work. doctors without borders or wtv that's called.

leo: pediatric surgeon

Okay so he totally took biomedical engineering in college but idk he changed his mind

He has nimble hands that would suit the smaller space that you would have to work on

his attidute would be a hit with all the kids as he brings a sort of "fun" to a perhaps tense atmosphere and he explains things better too

But don't forget his inventions, he would tinker with medical tech on the side. bringing new innovations to the field to better the lives of his patients as notices stuff they need or want

he knows what its like to be a small and scared kid and he would want to do everything to bring comfort to his patients.

like percy he would play music in the OR

also he's a total car guy. on the times he's not at work, you find him in the garage.

[misterbenzadrine]

where the ck kids actually were/could've fit in kk: legends

!! possibly minor spoilers for karate kid: legends !! and a reminder that kk: legends takes place three years after the ck finale :) also would like to emphasize these are my personal theories with no canon standing lmao, i'm just delusional about cobra kai

miguel diaz

pretend this is sam lmao

where he was: finishing his junior year at stanford, likely with a great engineering internship and a job lined up for post-grad (again, not entirely sure why he chose stanford but i saw someone say he could be studying engineering so for sure ! engineer miguel !) OH AND he's started saving up for an engagement ring for sam :33

how he could've helped: this will be the obvious answer for most of them BUT he for sure could've helped to train li fong, champ to champ, and also could've served as a mentor for li, much like daniel, bc he knows what it's like to move to a new place, fight over a girl, and have ptsd over seeing a kid stabbed to death

robby keene and tory nichols

where they were: definitely off in some other country (i'm gonna say somewhere in latin america) in a karate tournament. even though they've slowed down how many tournaments they do a year, since they're getting older, they still compete and do masterclasses and meet and greets internationally

how they could've helped: love miguel down but robby and tory (and sam) likely would be better coaches for li since they're still actively practicing karate and havent stopped for school, so they're less rusty and likely picked up new techniques and moves in their travels to help li gain an edge on conor

sam larusso

where she was: her study abroad in okinawa was only a year long, but she loved okinawa so much and wanted to study more japanese culture and karate history that she ended up staying there for two more years. she got an apprenticeship under a local sensei and her japanese, while far from perfect, is coming along. chozen and kim occasionally visit her (the first time they visited, chozen didn't expect to see sam there and was all flustered trying to come up with a lie why he hasn't been in okinawa for a bit but after she finds out about their relationship, they become a frequent comfort for her when she gets homesick)

how she could've helped: mr. han, though knowing mr. miyagi had moved to california, had heard from friends of friends that his granddaughter was living and studying in okinawa. he visited okinawa in sam's first few months and was surprised to meet her, engaging in a long conversation and a fun exchange of martial arts concepts. when he makes the plan to train li, he asks both sam and daniel to fly into new york and train him (through movie magic, she has both the time and money). she's a lot more patient and technical with li and acts as a referee between daniel and mr. han, plus li appreciates her refusal to beat him up

binary bros (demetri + eli)

where they were: likely graduating early and already moving up the ladder at a great tech company (they had a higher position but the cfo wanted them to compete for who got the position, to which demetri responded "we're a package deal. it's all or nothing." and when the cfo happily sent them away, eli said, "screw that asshole. we'll start our own fucking company." they didn't but their joint projects and matching resumes impressed another company that offered them low-paying jobs and the promise they could move up if they worked hard. "sounds like capitalist bullshit but at least we'll work together, right?")

how they could've helped: obvious answer but a more advanced version of their FIGHT program, recalculated to emulate conor's karate style, could've helped li

kenny payne/devon lee/anthony larusso

where they were: finishing their senior year of high school, getting ready for college, AND winding down from the 2024 sekai taikai

how they could've helped: kenny would help just like miguel and even though shawn is very much alive, he could still connect with li over what it's like to need your brother when he cant be there. devon would be a lot like mr. han and daniel as a coach (embodying a lot of johnny's style) and be tough on li, though it's done with care. anthony would be a great sparring partner for li and could even just be someone who could understand how stressful and frustrating everything is, a lot like alan. mature anthony is my fav anthony <3

[dinosaurvibe]

Twisted Wonderland x Avengers AU

A/N: I know some of the heroes below are not part of the Avengers, but they are the marvel heroes that fitted the characters best. Below, an extended version of a thought I had while watching the avengers (while having twisted wonderland brain rot, mind you). Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Lazy language, I wrote it down in a rush. I might make a more thought-out version later on, while rewatching the movies.

What if… Housewardens were superheroes and the other dorm members were their teammates? And like the avengers are the mission where all housewardens work together to save the world from the worst.

Heartslabyul — Captain America. No explanation needed- I mean, Riddle obsession with following rules do fit captain america moral code that he follows through and through. But ig it’ll be Captain Roseheart? Captain Rose? Captain Britain? Lol idk but Riddle totally is the more serious/leader like of all the housewardens, I feel. I am not quite sure for the others, Trey as Bucky? Childhood friends separated by unfortunate reasons whose paths recross after years. I like the idea! Ace & Deuce as the new generation of heroes Riddle has to train? Ideas, ideas.

Savanaclaw — Obviously Leona would be a very lazy black panther. But in a world where Leona still has a little ambition, he decided to protect the land from outsiders by becoming “black lion” and saving the citizens. Like please I’m in love with black lion Leona. In the end of the first movie we see like black panther talking to an audience about opening wakanda land and I see like this could be Farena?? 

Octavinelle — Let’s be fr, Aquaman = Octoman. Don’t ask where I get that from. But yeah, I think Aquaman is the only ocean-hero in marvel, so ofc we’ll have to make it fit. I watched the movie so long ago so I don’t have many memories but yea. The story would be like he was a wealthy seamen who decided to go on earth to do business, but it was hard to adapt to land even with his two eels friends. While he is on earth, his home is getting attacked by aliens/idk and when he comes back he discovers near everything is destroyed. Those guys were looking for the legendary trident who disappeared. Azul finds it: he decides to save his people. Why? BENEFIT, YOU FOOLS! Royalty will be forever in debt to him, citizens will throw themself in the deals of the one who saved them! 

Scarabia — Kalim is very spiderman coded. It’ll give an interesting dynamic with Iron man (idia) since we have the overly excited sunshine x mentor introvert. He’d be the crazy rich kid with a hero complex using his money for good, and Jamil would be the poor servant pulled in Kalim’s chaos. Like they both get bitten because idk, Kalim thought it’d be fun to take a closer look (spider), Jamil being scared of bugs dissuading him and… Pouf! Kalim yelps in surprise when he gets bitten, Jamil as the good servant he was trained to be runs to him, only for the spider to feel anxious and bite Jamil too. Abracadabra, two spidermen! May Jamil blood pressure rest in peace.

Pomefiore — Black widow and the dude that shoots arrow?! ITS SO PERFECT! Plus I absolutely love black widow, she’s an icon. She’s sexy and badass, need more to talk about Vil? And she’s friend with hawk (i think??) the dude who shoots arrow, so like, Rook?? But rooks a hunter, so maybe Huntman? As a superhero name idk. Their dynamic would be so dope. And when black widow is like iron man “assistant” it’ll give mad interactions too?? When she beats the guy down in the ring when he says “rule number 1, don’t look away from the enemy–” BAM. Vil when he flipped Floyd over, same vibe.

Ignyhide — No need to spin the wheel, Idia IS Iron-man! Like, please be fr??? Genius and rich family working on high-tech? Isn’t that the Shroud description? Like Ortho would be Shervice (no idea how to write it but like the assistant Tony created that became Ultron afterwards).

I feel like the moment in the game where Idia says “I’m the Boss” does fit the character of Tony a bit, and like… Idia created the armor for “fun” but ended up discovering a new way to use gamma rays/scientist shit and yeah.

Diasomnia — MALLEUS IS THOR ! Like. The way of talking. The foreign chosen one who is lost on earth. Long hair. Incredible strength. Thunder. Heir to the throne. It’s yelling Malleus. Also, SIlver and Sebek can be those friends that helped him escape Asgard with (Loki) to fight the black elves. It fits so weeeeeell. And weirdly Lilia does give a Loki a vibe, but meeeeh. Not sure yet. Anyway, I love the idea of malleus being Thor (and the human he falls for is Yuu, or Idia. Who knows.)

[fastenwick]

Very long Ninjago Movie/Show Comparison

Summarized version at the bottom

Bored and just finished a good chunk of the Garmadon Arch in the Ninjago show, so I thought I'd write my comparisons between that and the movie.

Don't take my opinion too seriously, I haven't finished the show, I've only been able to get parts of season 1 and I think all of season 2 (not entirely sure if I missed anything in season 2 tbh, I gotta find the full series) and of course the movie. Since I know I'm missing info, I'm only comparing what I'm referring to as the Garmadon Arch of the show with the movie.

Spoilers for both under the cut (even though they've both been out forever)

Starting with Lloyd, the OG, the Green Ninja.

Although I prefer the personality and character of the movie Lloyd, the show Lloyd has much cooler abilities. I find it kind of off that show Lloyd is basically a 7 or 8 year old trapped in a 16 year old's body (I don't remember the exact ages, but I know he's like 10 years younger than he looks.) I find that iffy because I always have problems with kids getting too much responsibility in media, ESPECIALLY when they're under the age of 15 (15-18 is a gray area depending on the situation because kids that age are a lot more independent.) I do prefer the movie Lloyd take on that, he is actually the age he looks. BUT his powers suck, that part of movie Lloyd is just dumb. Movie Lloyd with show Lloyd abilities would have been awesome.

Nya imo sucks in both in different ways, mainly because to me, she feels purely like a man's attempt at writing a badass woman without actually caring about or even liking women. Show Nya has her tech savvy-ness and is a decent fighter, and I do think she's better than movie Nya, but as far as development, she just feels like she's only tech support and an occasional maiden in distress, not important at all, which is sad. I do think she gets better development in later seasons, but not sure cuz I haven't seen em yet. Movie Nya felt a little more like a real person than show Nya did, I do appreciate that she's included in the gang from the get go there, but she has a very written-by-a-man feel, like they leaned into all of the tom boy stereotypes for the movie.

I'm gonna talk about Kai, Cole, Zane, and Jay together because my opinions on them is about the same for each character. They just SUCK in the movie. Example, show Zane has a whole development of finding out he's a robot and coming to terms with it, he also has a father kind of. Plus show Ninjas accepting him after finding out without hesitation is so nice for kids to see. Movie Zane just kinda feels like a joke in comparison to show Zane. Like he's only there for robot gags (which are funny occasionally, but it just doesn't compare to the depth of show Zane.) Show Kai had growth with finding his sister, show Jay and show Cole had growth of their own, their familes were present and relevant unlike in the movie, they feel more real and are more interesting in the show. In the movie? They're just kind of. There. Movie Cole is okay, I do enjoy his method of fighting with music and DJing, but movie Zane, movie Kai, and movie Jay just suck, no good qualities. And the DJing isn't a big redeeming quality for movie Cole. They have funny lines, which I'll get to later, but there's just. Nothing to their characters in the movie, nothing interesting, nothing worth paying attention to, they're sad filler.

Next up, let's talk about Wu. Honestly he's kind of the same on a surface level in both. I do like that movie Wu has a bit more of a childish/fun side (especially when it comes to his brother, which I'll get to later.) But there's nothing I really dislike about show Wu either. They're both pretty well done mentor characters, but they are different in their overall character. Movie Wu is a bit more playful, show Wu is more serious and level headed, they both have differences to they're back stories and relationships. I think they're both good but different.

Have a lego cat GIF because I couldn't find any GIFs for the next character

And next, Lloyd's mother... I have a LOT of thoughts about her because she's completely different in both of them, she even has different names in both and I can't remember either of them well enough rn. (Cut me a break, it's late at night.) Movie Mom is a fairly decent fictional mom, she cares for her kid and supports his Ninja endeavors, she punches Garmadon and holds him by his shirt collar to get info from him, she made sacrifices for her kid, I think she's just fine. Show Mom bugs me in a way that is hard to put into words. I know that they explain why she abandoned Lloyd, but the entire thing felt so brushed under the rug and dismissed too easily. She wanted to research about the prophecy he was in, sure, and maybe there wasn't a way to safely do that with Lloyd in her care, but it just seemed so poorly explained and then never brought up again. Lloyd was so mad at her (understandably) for disappearing his whole life and then showing up again, expecting full Mom treatment, and then just let's it go almost immediately when the explanation was extremely meh. She also felt a little weird to me, like she was sometimes a maiden in distress (fine Ig), but sometimes she could kick ass? Like she can do spin jitsu and beat up a bunch of soldiers but she can't pull herself up on some stairs. She felt a bit inconsistent and bland in the Garmadon Arch of the show, Idk, maybe she gets better later on, but I prefer her movie counterpart. The movie counterpart isn't perfect, but at least she didn't abandon her son and feels more consistent.

Next up, let's talk Garmadon. There's positives and downsides to both the movie and show version. I LOVE Garmadon's relationship portrayal in the movie because it's hilarious. He acts exactly like a distant father with Lloyd, a weird ex with the Mom, and like a classic little brother with Wu. Granted, movie Garmadon is also a more childish comparison to show Garmadon, but I think it's fun in this scenario. Show Garmadon does have some weird ex moments and distant but caring dad moments with Lloyd, which I do like a lot, they were very well done. The show relationships were more serious with him but less entertaining. Not bad, just different.

WHERE THE TF IS THIS GIF FROM??? It's not from the movie but I thought I watched all the parts of him like this in the show, did I miss an episode in season 1-2 with this??

His character in both is good for the most part. I prefer show Garmadon being more on the true villian side, with a more serious back story. Especially the way he cycles through henchmen and forced workers until he ends up a host for the Overlord. But I do still enjoy the movie Garmadon's portrayal with the comedic, cartoony-villain-that-always-comes-back vibe. I also prefer parts of his character development. I don't like that show Garmadon was just kind of Magically Un-evil after the Overlord was defeated. It felt a bit disappointing, especially because it kind of wiped his character clean and cut off chances for growth there. The movie Garmadon explores that element of conquering the evil without that luck, Garmadon in the movie has to work through his dark thoughts and issues to become a better person because it isn't magically taken away from him. Granted, some of that work is done off screen, but it's still done and it's more satisfying than show Garmadon just getting magically fixed. Plus Garmadon as a normal Lego piece and not 4 armed with dark skin just feels wrong.

I kinda wish that the elements of the two had mixed, because show Garmadon has a better starting point and overall plot leading to getting himself in trouble with the Overlord, but movie Garmadon is a bit more fun and has a more satisfying ending to his story.

That's all the character comparisons I wanted to do. There's a few more elements I want to touch on here.

Next up, background characters/world building. Infinitely better in the show. It's just kind of bland in the movie. Granted, there's less time to develop it in the movie, but it's still meh. The show city has so much story and depth to it, with reoccurring background characters and side villains. Sometimes they feel a little forced, but overall, they're so much more interesting. The only world building the movie got was some cliche dangerous forest and city settings, then the ultimate weapons (which are pretty dumb.) Show wins for sure here.

The story for the show is better too. It is more serious and real, and besides the issues I had with characters development, it's far superior to the movie's story. It does have a very monster of the week vibe sometimes, but that's kind of inevitable with shows like this. And it's not done badly at all. The movie story doesn't feel very thought out. Besides the character development, it just feels like they tried to pick out stuff that sounded like cool Ninja stuff and then fit it somewhere along. It isn't bad per se? Just not as good as the show in terms of plot.

A bad element of the show plot and story is that it does get convoluted and is probably littered with plot holes I have yet to notice. But I still prefer it.

The comedy of them both are different too. They both are capable of making me laugh for different reasons. Movie has more killer lines and fun mishaps that can just make you crack up. L-loyd? L-l-o-y-d, I named you. How could I ruin your life, I wasn't even there! Absolutely iconic. That and Garmadon's interactions with Wu and Lloyd are almost always funny, Wu and Garmadon have a more childish brother relationship (which cracks me up, as someone with brothers who act exactly like them) and Lloyd and Garmadon have plenty of fun yet fitting moments too. And the background movie Ninjas have some funny lines and moments too, despite being reduced to filler. (Told you I'd get back to that.)

That's not to say the show ISN'T funny, it certainly is. There are moments I cracked up laughing, they're just less memorable in the show. I can't qoute any of them. Kai timetraveling to talk to Kai in the mirror is fun, but I couldn't tell you details about it. Because it focuses more on the plot, it has a different feel to it, which is entirely fine and isn't negative at all. I just remember more from the movie because the comedic lines from it stand out more.

Also sorry for your attention spans, I ran out of GIF slots.

TLDR

To summarize, I think that the show is better in the terms of longstanding stories and plot, but there are things the movie did just as good in or better. The movie was probably written to be more of a parody of the show, and they are VERY different. I understand why fans of the show HATED the movie: It's completely different and rewrote a lot.

I don't think either of them are bad, they're just different. But I do think the creators of the movie messed up and betrayed the fans quite a bit in the movie take. But I am still glad the movie exists because it is iconic anyway.

My opinion may change as I get further into the show, because it looks like the characters and story get better as it goes on and a lot of the issues I had get addressed or fixed.

Side note: When looking for GIFs for the post to help people's attention span, I found GIFs of characters with the movie designs and feels (specifically Zane's over robot feel) that were done in show animation?? What's the deal with that, guess I'll find out...

[jaynetodd]

batfam meeting minutes: the one where jayne tries to explain herself

sits backward on chair in the middle of the batcave, spinning slightly and munching on a bag of chips that definitely came from Alfred's "emergency snack" cabinet

Damian: Todd, explain your presence immediately. You're getting crumbs everywhere.

Dick: I think what Damian means is, we're all a little curious about your... situation.

Bruce: brooding silence

Me, with my mouth full: My what now?

Tim, not looking up from his laptop: Your existence. How you're... you know... Jayne instead of Jason. The whole revival thing.

Jason, leaning against a wall with arms crossed: Yeah, I'd like to know that too, considering I'm standing right here. This some kind of multiverse bullshit?

dramatically throws hands up, sending chips flying everywhere

Oh THAT! Yeah, I have absolutely no idea. One minute I was, you know, SUPER dead. Like, crowbar-to-the-face, explosion, the whole shebang. Next thing I know I'm waking up in a Lazarus Pit, except I've got... gestures vaguely at entire body all THIS going on.

And then some League of Assassins guy goes "Welcome back to the land of the living, Jayne Todd" and I was like "Sure, whatever" because arguing seemed like a lot of work when my brain was still basically green pit soup.

So now I'm Jayne! Ta-da!

jazz hands

Bruce: deeper brooding silence

Barbara, wheeling in with coffee: So you just... accepted it?

Alfred, appearing with a tray of sandwiches: I believe what Master Bruce is failing to articulate is concern about having two versions of the same person in one timeline.

Duke, grabbing a sandwich: I'm still new here, but even I know this isn't the weirdest thing to happen to this family.

I mean, I was busy having a Lazarus Pit rage episode and planning my dramatic revenge return to Gotham. The gender thing seemed like a minor detail at the time. Plus, turns out having a completely different body is actually super convenient when you're trying to hide from your former mentor who thinks you're still six feet under.

Steph, appearing suddenly: That's the most on-brand thing I've ever heard.

Cass: nods approvingly

Harper, fiddling with some tech: So we've got two Todds now? Double the attitude, double the fun.

Kate, checking her weapons: As long as you both remember who the superior redhead in this family is.

Jason: There can't be two of me. This doesn't make any sense.

shrugs and steals Tim's coffee

Look, I don't ask questions about my weird resurrection situation, and in return, the universe doesn't send me back to being dead. Seems like a fair trade. Now who wants to help me test out the new grappling hooks I "borrowed" from the GCPD evidence locker?

Jason: makes eye contact with me ...I'll bring the ammo.

[tojiipurr]

Sex Pollen w/ Gojo

Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

warnings! porn with plot, dub-con but reader enjoys it, age gap, sex pollen, voyeurism(?), i was gonna make it a lot worse i dunno what happened lol (please let me know if i missed any!)

synopsis! gojo brings you on a mission where you encounter a cursed spirit with an odd technique...

wc: 2.5K not proofread

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You are truly grateful for Gojo. He only became a teacher at Jujutsu Tech when you were in your third, final year but he was so good to you, helping you however he could. You looked up to him. You had a little crush on him, but it was nothing more than a silly schoolgirl crush.

Right after graduation he took you under his wing completely. Taking you on missions all the time, suggesting even more ways to improve your technique. He always had your back. You had a true mentor-mentee relationship, but you got along as friends too. Sure you found Gojo attractive, who wouldn't, but that's all it was now.

That was over two years ago. It was still the same as always. Gojo called you up earlier that morning to invite you along on a mission. He often did, knowing you didn't get many on your own. You weren't near the same grade he is. Plus, he enjoys having your company.

"Do you know what we're up against, Gojo-Sensei?" You ask him. The two of you walk down a noisy but lowly populated side street side by side. He's still dressed in his teacher uniform, reminding you of the older days.

"How many times do I have to tell you to drop the Sensei title?" Gojo pouts, putting on an overdramatic frown. He reaches a large, slender hand over to you and pinches your plush cheek. He snickers at your whine. "I'm not your teacher anymore."

You whine as Gojo pinches your cheek. You swat his hand away. He relents, knowing you couldn't actually overpower him in any sense. "Fine, Gojo," you mumble.

"Better," Gojo hums. He opens his mouth to say something else, likely some snide comment, but he cuts himself off. He straightens his posture as the two of you stand at the beginning of a dark alleyway. "We're here."

You peer into the deep alleyway. It's dark due to the night, hard to tell what's down there from the entrance. On one side is an abandoned building with a lot of smashed windows, odd scents wafting out of them. On the other is a brothel, muted noises of sex spilling from behind the walls that should be thicker.

You grimace at the noises. You can only imagine what sort of curse spirit has been brought into existence in a place like this. The intense feelings of rage and lust manifesting into a spirit they had to call Gojo to take care of didn't sit right with you.

"Are you okay?" Gojo's surprisingly soft voice brings you out of your daze. You look up at him with big eyes. "You can stay out here if you want. I got it covered."

"No!" You interject without even thinking. Sure, Gojo playfully judges and mocks you, but you know he never means it. Still, you don't want to appear weak in front of him. You take in a deep breath and look up at him. "I'm coming."

"Then come on," he says, returning to his usual cheery voice. He motions for you to follow as he walks into the alley. You do, feeling a shiver run down your spine as the world behind you disappears.

It doesn't take long for a cursed spirit to appear in front of you two. It's big, and radiates a lot of cursed energy. Probably a first grade, nothing Gojo can't handle. It's a variety of shades of red and has weird heart eyes. It has both male and female parts, thankfully not very detailed.

Gojo throws an arm in front of you to distance you from the curse. "Somethings off," he says in a low voice. You couldn't tell. It felt like any other spirit to you.

He tells you to stay put for now before charging at it. He easily dodges all its attacks, weird red and pink mists that sparkle even in the dark light. It goes on for a while before Gojo grows bored and summons his cursed technique.

The curse must be smarter than either of you anticipated. Sensing the special grade sorcerer about to make a move that will easily end the fight, it changes its target to you.

Gojo senses it in no time. He stops his cursed technique before jumping in front of you to protect you. The curse launches its cursed technique again before either of you have time to react.

It somehow seeps into Gojo's limitless, mingling with his senses. His breath grows heavy as his cheeks dust pink.

"Gojo?" you murmur with worry. You reach a hand out for him, unsure of what the curse has done to him.

He turns his back to the cursed spirit, completely ignoring its presence. But you catch the way it snickers and moans behind him.

Gojo looks down at you through his blindfold. You look him up and down for signs of what's happening when you notice the very obvious, big bulge growing under his uniform.

"I'm sorry," he mutters before he has you pinned to the wall in a second. Your breasts press flat against the cold brick wall. You can feel Gojo's hard body pressed against your back as he pins your hands above your head. His bulge presses between your asscheeks.

"Gojo!" You screech when you realize what's happening. He ruts his hips against yours, moaning at the friction. "It- the cursed spirit is getting away!"

He doesn't even look when you turn your head toward the curse fleeing further into the dark alley, right out of sight. Its cursed technique seems to be doing exactly what it wanted.

"I'm sorry," he repeats. His hot breath fans over your ear. He releases your wrists to grab onto your hips with an iron-like hold. He spins you around so you're facing him, slamming your back against the wall, knocking the breath from your lungs.

His big hands grab onto the fabric of your shirt. He doesn't bother fumbling with the buttons, opting to tear the fabric right off your body.

"Gojo!" you protest again, trying to grab his attention. "What's happening, why are you-" you ramble in a panic before he cuts you off.

He takes off his blindfold, revealing his shining blue eyes. Only, they aren't shining. They're dull, clouded with lust.

He shoves the fabric into your mouth, shutting you right up. Your protests and building whines turn muffled from the makeshift gag.

"Shh, shh," he coos. His tone was gentle, and it would've made your heart flutter in any other sexual encounter. But his actions and gaze didn't match his soft voice. "Just need to fuck whatever this is out of my system and I'll be all good."

He gets down on his knees in front of you and your eyes go wide. He grabs onto the hem of your skirt, pushing it up so it bunches around your hips. "So glad you wore a skirt today," he purrs. He licks his lips at the clear view of your panties.

He wishes he could savour his time more with you, but he needs this. He grabs your panties and slides them down to rest around your ankles. His eyes turn hungrier as he gazes at your bare cunt.

He turns his eyes up to look at you as a smirk grows on his face. "Already wet?" he taunts. He runs a slender finger over your slit, spreading your slick around. "Does the thought of getting fucked by your mentor like this really arouse you that much?" He lets out a chuckle but it's darker than normal.

He leans in closer to run his tongue along your slit. He laps at your clit while looking up at him. He tightens his grip on your hips when you begin to squirm in his hold.

He pulls back to tut at you when he catches your hand before you can hit him. "Now, now," he taunts. "I'm being nice and patient to prepare you to take my cock. It hurts so bad and is so overwhelming, but I still want to make it feel good for you too. So be a good girl and take it?"

You drop your hand back to your side obediently. You wouldn't say you don't like the way it feels, and when you think about it, you like that it's Gojo and not someone else. Maybe your crush on him never did entirely go away.

No, you're embarrassed it feels so good. He's hardly done anything and you're already worked up. But it still feels wrong, doing it in an alleyway where it feels like you were both forced into doing this.

Your thoughts are cut short when you feel his tongue enter your dripping cunt. Your back arches off the wall, pressing yourself against his face. He smirks against your folds as he wiggles his tongue in deeper, pressing against your gummy walls.

Your hand shoots down to tangle in his white hair. He groans when you tug at his strands. He replaces his tongue with two long fingers, curling them inside you. You can't help but moan lewdly when they hit your g-spot.

Gojo pulls back to look up at your face, stilling his fingers. Tinted cheeks, hooded eyes filled with need that weren't quite as bad as his own. His own face drips your arousal sticking from his nose to his chin. His skilled tongue licks it all clean.

"I think that's enough," he coos. He withdraws his fingers, ignoring the way your cunt clenches to try to keep him inside. He brings his fingers to his lips, humming when he tastes you again. "I think you're wet enough to take me, right babygirl?"

Before he rises back to his feet he grabs onto the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down to rest around your ankles with your panties. "There," he rumbles. "Now I can see your pretty pussy perfectly."

His long fingers dip into the cavern of your mouth - really, an unnecessary move but he likes the way you struggle to fit his fingers and blindfold - to pull out his blindfold. He whips it around to get some of your saliva off before stuffing it in his pocket for now.

"Be vocal for me," he purrs. His large hands plant themselves around your hips and before you can react he has you facing the wall again. "Hits deeper this way," he grunts.

He places one hand on the small of your back to keep you still against the wall even as you try to squirm. You can hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone before leather hits the ground behind you.

Next comes the sound of a zipper before his pants and boxers fall around his thighs. He doesn't bother taking them off any further, groaning the moment his painfully erect cock is freed.

He grabs both of your hips again in a tight hold, pulling your ass away from the wall to stick out. Your breath hitches when you feel the swollen tip tease your slick entrance. "It's okay," he soothes, but there's something else in his voice, no doubt the result of the cursed technique. "I'll try to go as slow as I can, make it feel good for you too."

At a slow, almost tender pace he easily slides his dick inside your warm cunt. He lets out a loud moan when his tip is fully inside. He hooks his knees between yours to keep your thighs spread when you try to close them. You can't see the size or shape of his dick, but he feels big. Even being so turned on the stretch still hurts.

He presses his back against your chest for a better angle. He continues to slide his cock in inch by inch. "Almost there," he grunts. "Fuckk," he groans when his cock is fully seated between your walls.

You can feel his mushroom tip brushing against your cervix. He's even longer than he is thick. You can feel his tip kiss your cervix with every slow thrust he starts with.

"Feels good now, yeah?" he asks. Your walls flutter as any pain disappears. When you nod he begins to rut his hips faster. You can feel the snap of his hips against your ass with every thrust as he speeds up to an ungodly pace.

He's fucking you on a primal level at this point. You can't help but blame the cursed spirit. His slow, caring pace has been replaced with fast and hard thrusts. His heavy balls slap against your clit with every movement.

"Fuckkk," he draws out in a loud moan. His hands move away from your hips to grab your bra clasp. He undoes it, but leaves the article hanging loosely on your arms.

He reaches around to toy with your breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching your nipples. He smirks at the way your back arches from his touch. His lips move to your neck to suck on the sensitive flesh. He nips wildly, leaving marks.

His thrusts become erratic and even faster if possible. Of course it is, it's Satoru Gojo. "I'm close," he grunts right next to your ear. "Gonna cum inside, kay?"

You can't respond, too fucked out. He can tell by the way you're a moaning mess, tongue lulled out of the mouth. He's glad you can't protest, wanting to cum inside you bad.

His thrusts become sloppy, hips rutting into your ass at uneven pace. He can feel the tightening in his balls. He lets go of your tits, grabbing your hip with one hand. His other hand snakes around your front to rub your clit.

"Come on, cum too," he growls. His tip hits the perfect spot inside your gummy walls even with his sloppy pace. The added stimulation on your clit is all you need.

You cum all around his cock, clenching down on his length like a vice. He hisses in pleasure as he feels the sticky liquid coat his cock. "Good girl," he coos. He retracts his hand from your clit but keeps thrusting, needing his own release.

His hands grab your hips hard, bruising them. The way your pussy clenches from your orgasm sends him over the edge. He releases his load inside your cunt as he continues to thrust, fucking his cum into you.

He pants as he eases his hold on your hips. He slowly withdraws his softening cock from your pulsating walls. He looks down with satisfaction from the sight of your combined cum dripping down your thighs and onto the ground.

He pulls up his own pants and boxers to tuck his dick back inside. He crouches down behind you to pull up your skirt and panties, trapping his cum inside of you. He clasps your bra for you.

He spins you around to face him, looking with some guilt at your spent face. He strokes your cheek so you gaze up at him with hazy eyes. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he repeats.

"I'll take you back to your house and get you all cleaned up," he reassures. "Then I'll come back to get the cursed spirit on my own after."

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first thing i've written in a while (first thing on this blog)!

[miss-musings]

Evaluating the Bad Batch members by BoyDad vs. GirlDad-ness

Wanted to take a quick look at how well I think each Bad Batch brother would do as a BoyDad versus as a GirlDad. These are just my opinions. Feel free to share your own thoughts!

Hunter: 50-50

Obviously, he's Omega's dad, so he gets major GirlDad points there, but I could see him being just as good of a BoyDad. Like, if Omega had been a boy, he would've done just as good of a job, if not better.

He seemed to bond with the cadets well enough in 3.02 "Paths Unknown." Plus, he's probably the closest thing his brothers had to a dad for ... well, pretty much their whole lives. He probably felt like a dad trying to keep up with Wrecker's energy and pyromania, Crosshair's brooding and snarky attitude, and Tech's ... Tech-ness.

(EDIT: Also @lemariz reminded me that Hunter’s Dad Instincts kicked in pretty naturally when he was talking to Caleb in 1.01 “Aftermath.” I really think he would’ve done just as good of a job at being a BoyDad. And, again, he basically was for his brothers.)

I imagine that, post-finale, Hunter keeps a close eye on the cadets. Maybe he even becomes their de facto guardian too until they reach biological adulthood in a few years.

But, obviously, raising Omega would remain his priority.

Wrecker: 75% BoyDad, 25% GirlDad

I really think Wrecker would be a better BoyDad. Or at least, that he would take to being a BoyDad more naturally.

Not that he couldn't be a GirlDad, but like he does with Omega, I think he would be more comfortable doing more boy-coded or at least unisex-coded activities. He would definitely enjoy playing tag or any other games, doing other physical activities like swimming and building sandcastles, and generally just running around having fun.

I don't know how he would do with like, playing with dolls, dressing up, doing hair and/or nails, etc. I don't think he would be lacking in enthusiasm, but he would definitely be more comfortable playing rough-and-tumble games and whatnot.

I also wonder how he would handle Omega hitting puberty. Suddenly the kid he played with is gone, and now he's got this moody teenage girl to deal with. (I honestly don't think Omega would be that moody of a teenager, but I'm sure there would be some ups and downs the whole family would have to navigate.)

I honestly think post-finale Wrecker would spend a lot of time with the cadets while they're still "kids," and be a big brother/mentor to them as he is to Omega.

He seemed to bond with them very quickly in 3.02, and since Hunter and Crosshair will be focused on Omega, Wrecker might feel like he should take on the job of looking after the cadets. Maybe he would even become their de facto guardian, that way Hunter can spend more time with Omega.

Crosshair: 100% GirlDad

Let's be real, fam. Crosshair would not do well as a BoyDad.

He is 100% GirlDad material.

I'm sure that if Crosshair ever had a biological son or if he officially adopted a boy, that he would love him. But, I really can't see Crosshair throwing himself into the Star Wars equivalent of Hot Wheels or wrestling, the way he would absolutely throw himself into things like braiding Omega's hair or listening to the Star Wars equivalent of Taylor Swift with her.

Heck, even if Omega wasn't in the picture for some reason, I bet he'd do better at raising a biological daughter than a biological son. I don’t think he would take to being a BoyDad at all — like it definitely would not come naturally to him.

I really can't explain why, aside from telling you that Crosshair's personality and character arc remind me a lot of my own dad, who's 100% a GirlDad. I'm his only biological child, but judging by his relationships with my stepsiblings when we were all kids, my dad never really took up the BoyDad mantle for my stepbrother. He was 100% a GirlDad for me and, to a much smaller degree, my stepsister.

So, I imagine Crosshair would be the exact same way.

I'm sure post-finale Crosshair can tolerate spending time with the cadets. Heck, he might even like them in small doses. But, if Hunter ever asked him, "Would you rather spend the day with the cadets or Omega?", you know Crosshair would respond, "What kind of stupid question is that?"

Echo: 90% BoyMom, 10% GirlMom

Because the fandom has officially declared Echo a mom (lol), I'm saying Echo is a BoyMom by default.

The guy has spent 99% of his life dealing with his brothers' bullshit, saving their asses from danger and asking them if they packed a lunch before going off on dangerous missions.

I don't think he was a bad "mom" to Omega before he joined Rex's clone underground, but even post-finale, I can't really see him readily doing "girly" things with/for her the way I imagine Hunter and Crosshair would.

By the way, I think post-finale Echo would basically be Omega's "godmother." Someone who's like a parent, and can step into that role if needed, but who isn't around all the time. He's an extended family member by this point, but he would definitely be the first person the Batch would call if something happened.

Tech: ???

I honestly have no idea about Tech. He doesn't really strike me as either BoyDad or GirlDad material.

I always saw his relationship with Omega as an uncle-turned-big brother. He definitely cared about her, but he never really connected with her until 2.10 "The Crossing." After that, I think they were much closer, but they didn't get to develop that bond much more because he died shortly after. 🫠😭

I really see Tech as more of a teacher/professor than a parent. And if he was a professor, I have no doubt he could successfully teach students of any gender, or general demographic.

But, feel free to disagree with me. I like Tech, but there are plenty of fans who love him more than I do, and might have their own thoughts.

As I said: I welcome friendly debate and discussion on any or all of these points! 😇

[sharkuccino]

Spider-Man Jaw•Va Project | The Mentors

Lately, I've been reading a bunch of the Venom comics and just hanging my head. I don't have any solid rewrites or anything like that, but I can play around with the characters. Unorganized rambles below the read more. My thoughts are a jumbled mess which cannot be tamed when I have just so many of them.

Peter isn't actually important to this at all, but it feels wrong not to include the main guy himself. So, first off, @yotakuboi, your Spider-Man redesigns are everything to me. Thank you 🙏🏾 I always thought it was weird/wrong to have the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man become a tech billionaire CEO. It feels so against everything the character stands for. Could he do it? Oh, absolutely. But WOULD HE? Everyone and their mom has thrown around the idea of high school teacher Peter Parker, and I am no different. I think Peter works best as a "little guy," and a teacher gives him a place to inspire people outside of hero work. Plus, it gives him the opportunity to be a mentor to Miles but more on that later. I'm picturing everyone's favorite Science teacher who is also in charge of robotics club and the annual science fair. More organized, sorta, but still runs around like a madman to make the whole superhero thing work. But you can like tell he's practiced. Probably still struggles to pay the bills on time. Lives mainly on cheap take-out. I love the way his black suit design in Venom War makes it look likes he's got white fingers.

Eddie Brock is still an anti-hero in this. He probably still accidentally kills bad guys if they piss him or his other off, but he's trying really, really hard to keep them alive, honest. I always thought King in Black was a step too far for Eddie, but then again, I've never been a big fan of established characters becoming gods. I think he'd switch between working with Liz Allan/Alchemax (or against them, depending on the week), helping out the Agents of the Cosmos, and making sure his son is going to school and generally staying out of trouble. We believe in Good Dad Eddie superiority. He still worries about Venom's anger. They're more honest with each other, but he can tell his partner doesn't tell him everything. It sort of fuels his inferiority complex, esp regarding Flash [(nothing too serious; he's working on it) I never was a fan of writers acting like Flash was a waaaaaay better host than Eddie and giving him grief about it; however, just a sprinkle can be an interesting character conflict]. I want to make his design wider. Big fan of wide work-out buff Eddie.

Venom can form independent of Eddie (as established in Space Knight) but has to return to him, or any host, every so often to live. He probably still doubts his place in the Brock family every now and then thanks to lingering insecurities left behind by Tel-Kar, Spider-Man, and the Klyntar. He's learning to talk it out, though usually with Flash, Pik, or the other Agents since he doesn't want to give Eddie any more reason to doubt him. Loves going on space adventures with the gang but hates leaving his children behind. Dotes on Pik's daughter Hilla. Feels more parental towards Dylan and Sleeper than his past spawn. Probably embarrasses them a lot too. Trying to repair his relationship with Toxin. Can speak in whole sentences but likes cutting them short for fun/ease. I like how the spider insignia changes over time/hosts. Tried to quickly jot down my thoughts on it.

Flash Thompson is still dead and resurrected. Like Eddie, Flash bounces from thing to thing but does not work with Alchemax. He keeps an eye out for Carnage activity on earth. He made lasting friendships with the Agents of the Cosmos and does work with them every now and then. He always has Andi in tow; she's become a surrogate daughter to him and he vows to never abandon her like he did the first time he ran off to space with the Guardians. Besties with Pik Rollo. Trying to get 803 some new hobbies. Somewhat struggling not to flounder when there's no hero work for him to do. Still thinks he has to make up for his bully years even though he's well-regarded by just about everyone he's ever met in the time since. Not the best with relationships despite exuding charm/allure (he does not acknowledge this). Loves TV/movies and making references to them. Great mentor. Still besties with Venom and will watch Sleeper and Dylan for him if not busy. Something of a weird mentor/dad to Bren [(shared with Eddie) Toxin feels more comfortable with Flash] since Ozkar's not the best role model. Could cover Flash's prosthetics, but I love when artists just leave them out in the open. Love that 803 canonically made him legs in Space Knight.

[quasiquack666]

Dumbass Mentors Poll Series 003

Feel free to share reasoning in comments!

My answer: Gestella. I can totally see her with a furrowed brow trying to figure out what she's doing and being cutely confused. Poor lady. She might have Mei helping her sometimes or even Pluton.

Plus, she's old, like 50+ if not closer to 60, and doesn't seem interested in keeping up with a lot of circumstances (except her fashion sense LOL).

It would be so cute if she's fiddling with tech and Pluton peers over her shoulder, squinting at the social media she's trying to look at. Adorable.

[lixy-u]

Requesting about peter listening to his boyfriend tony playing piano for the first time and asked him to play a thousand years by Christina perry

Since you don’t specify the timeline and the request is not so detailed so I’ve thrown in some of my ideas as a plus. This is post no way home where Tony got resurrected but his arm where he wielded the gauntlet is heavily injured and also Peter had been waiting for him. 

My English sucks.

I'll put this on my daily dose of starker collection too.

___

It was a quiet night. 

A night where no cloud could be seen in the sky, leaving a single star shining so brightly, the moonlight reflected on his frame creating a lone shadow on the wall behind like he was lost in time. He was surrounded by many skyscrapers and Tony is a futuristic guy, he loved tech - heck he invented many of them but somehow he didn’t fit right in this scenery which is quite impossible considering the fact that he's Tony Stark.

Tony took a deep breath letting the fresh air filled his lung, he felt alive again after a long time. 

The last few months had been an absolute disaster for him, from creating a time machine to bring everyone back, leaving his seemingly “completed” family behind to sacrifice himself by going against Thanos and finally being resurrected. 

He had come back only to find out that his wife - now no longer his wife (but why did he feel so relieved ?) 

Pepper moved on. 

He lost 7 Morgan’ birthdays. 

Avengers had gotten several new faces. 

And…Peter. 

Gosh, how he was defeated when that boy died in his arms. He spent the following few years living in misery, got married in a hurry, he got a family, a wife and a kid yet he still felt it was not enough. He felt cold when touching his wife, when his lips pressed on hers, all he didn't feel the tingling sensation when his finger traced along Peter’s hand when the boy was working on his suit. 

That thought scared him. 

He tried to keep himself busy but everytime he looked at what he had he always imagined what could have been.

When Scott talked about time travel, he was afraid that everything could change and brought back his own dilemma about the kid, Tony could fool anyone but himself. He knew that he wanted this and the deal was sealed when the boy ‘s face appeared on the holographic screen, Tony knew he was ready. He's more ready than he ever was. 

He got the boy back but then he died. 

Waking up a second time just to discover again that Peter was no longer here drove him mad, he spent time searching for him again like a drunken sailor for his lost treasure. And when the truth finally came out, he couldn't breath, he felt sick, his ears full of water, he couldn't hear at all. 

How dare he ? He promised Peter he would be there yet all he ever did was bring pain to the boy, May’s dead, Peter is alone and the only one who remembered him is an old broken man. 

Not his lover, not his best friend, just Tony. 

But Peter was more than delighted to have Tony back, he basically beamed every time he saw Tony, lab time, late night movies, a casual touch here and there.

Tony knows it was coming back. 

His somewhat normal routine. Getting tortured by his own turmoil. 

He wished he could be more than a mentor figure. 

The boy grew up so beautiful. 

His body is lean, not a too muscular figure, but Tony knows how his crazy is his core strength, enough for Tony kept on drooling over the boy whenever he came over and wished he could bend Peter over and fuck him on the desk. 

Tony sighed, staring at his tented up pant. 

Peter grew up, it's legal now. Devil whispered in his ears. 

But he does not have the bravery to tear through this thin line of a relationship they had, they are each other's last link of sanity. The boy needed him like he needed the boy but does the boy also crave him like he did ? Staring at his plump ass all the time, the cherry lips, the biteable collarbone, the sweet smile, the breathy call “Mister Stark” causing butterflies in his stomach. 

Yeah, he is only Mister Stark. Nothing more.

Tony frustrated pulled his hairs then stared at his hand, the hand where he wielded the gauntlet, the skin burned, he has a lot of scars being Iron Man and an engineer but this level of scars will never go away, it's a reminder of he has once lost Peter. 

He let his thoughts wander for a moment, on a night like this his mom used to play piano while waiting for his father to come home, in her melody he could hear the longing, the sadness, it was the time where his usually preserved and closed mother displayed her emotions the most. 

His eyes caught something in the corner.

A Steinway piano, how convenient. 

For a moment he found himself lost in their family old manor where the same white Steinway was placed near his parents bedroom. 

His gaze softened, he walked towards the Steinway and opened up the fall-board, his fingers brushed against the nearest key, cold, untouched. He pressed the key down, a short sound came out and Tony feel drawn to it, he sat down, like the same ways his mother did, right hand on the keys, one note, two note, three notes, a simple twinkle twinkle little stars song came out but his movement is stiff due to the injured hand, he can feel the strain nerves, he lift his hands up, his hand trembling. 

He smiled, it was not the same crappy and crackly sound he had when he copied his mother melodies on his cheap piano toy, this is a Steinway, the crystal clear sound ringing in his ears bringing him back further to the past. Tony placed both his hands on the piano, straightened his back, closed his eyes, his fingers danced across all the keys. 

Just this moment where he can prove that Tony Stark does have a heart. 

_____

Peter walked out of the elevator, telling FRIDAY to not alert Tony, wanting this to be a surprise when he had gathered all his courage to confess. 

It was truly a miracle to have your childhood crush back where he thought he had lost him, furthermore he remembers Peter, he is not affected by Dr.Strange spell, this feels like a dream. 

Tony Stark is Peter’s savior. 

When he came back, he could no longer tear his eyes from the man, he is desperate for his touch, to feel him alive, to ensure his existence was here. He feels ashamed despite Tony telling him that it was not his fault but the wounded keep on bleeding, what happened keep coming back and cursing in his ears on how he failed to keep Tony legacy. 

Peter had spent his childhood admiring his hero and spent all his teenage years loving the same man, now in his adult years, the love hidden in his heart grew only stronger to the point it suffocated him seeing Pepper and Tony together. He knows he shouldn't be like this, but an ugly part of him cheers a bit when they get separated. He kept on coming to the Tower, staying in the place where Pepper should have been if Tony hadn't sacrificed himself, touching what could have never been his and lust after a figure he should consider a mentor. 

But tonight is a quiet night. 

He is 23 now, he's not a child any more; if he wasted any time Tony could be with anyone else; even if he failed... (that's hurt), he could tell the truth without regret later on (oh, who could he fool?). He will regret it, but a tug in his heart when he saw Tony having his hand on a supermodel’s waist is killing him) 

Peter walked through the room when he heard a melody.

It sounded a bit delayed, like double tapping, he could hear the shaky hand. 

“What is going on ? There should be only Mr.Stark on this floor” He frowned “Friday ?”

Hearing no reply from the AI made his chest tighten, sweat started to form beads by beads on his forehead, no way Tony could be in danger right ? This is Stark Tower after all, it's highly secure to the point being paranoia. 

He fastened his steps. 

There in the room, he could see Tony sit in front of the piano and keep on practicing the same melody. The moonlight shines on his frame, smoothen the edges of his face. At this moment he doesn’t look like a playboy, no Iron Man, just Tony Stark, the same Tony he sees when having their lab time together. 

“Didn’t know you could play piano” Peter walked up to his side, all smiling. 

“Kid, there’s a lot you don’t know about me yet.” Tony laughed. 

Yet ? Does this mean I could learn more about you? Peter tried to calm down his messy heartbeats by faking a small laugh. 

“My mother used to teach me how to play, it’s boring without you so I decided to play some tunes tonight, you know, rusty skills” Tony sighed “My hand is too shaky to play” He lifted up the injured hand. 

“It doesn’t hurt but it’s a little bit tricky but I’m starting to get a hang of it so I’m fine”

“Glad you said so”

“Course kid, I plan on playing some rock n’ roll, I believe if my hand can survive those then I could play anything.”

Peter burst out laughing. 

This man, plan on playing rock n’ roll on a Steinway ? Bach would certainly come back and hit this man hard. 

“Don’t believe me ? Shoot me a tune, I’ll play it”

Peter snorted. 

“A tune huh…” Peter looked at Tony’s hand, the hand that wielded the gauntlet, saved his life, patted his back while saying “good job, kid”. 

“How about Thousand Years by Christina Perri?” Peter asked, eyes still locked on Tony’s hand. He is afraid if he looks up, his mask could have broken and slip his real emotions out.

“Feeling something deep tonight ?”

“You could say so”

Tony began to play. 

Peter stood beside the piano. 

The lyrics started to run in his head.

Colors and promises.

How to be brave ?

Gosh he wanted to ask that too. 

How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? 

Peter’s scared, he is petrified even. He came here to confess his love, afraid he wouldn’t have the opportunity when Tony, oh so bright Tony could love anyone else but him. 

But watching you stand alone 

All of my doubt 

Suddenly goes away somehow

Peter is not stupid, he has a Spider sense he knew the moment he went to space he could die. The danger rang loudly in his ears weren’t jokes yet seeing Iron Man, he felt he can do anything just having Mr.Stark by his side. 

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you Darling, 

Don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years 

I'll love you for a thousand more 

He spent all his time loving Tony Stark as not only Iron Man but the scientist and the man behind. He really did. He had waited for the man for 7 years when the world moved on, he saw him everywhere he went. 

But will Tony love when he confessed this dirty thought of his? Will he leave ? Oh god, Peter hopes not, Tony is everything Peter had left. 

I will be brave 

I am not brave at all. Peter is not as brave as Spider Man, when wearing the mask he could secretly throw some cheesy quips here and there, crack some jokes and be close with Tony the way he wished as Peter. No, Peter is Spider Man but Spider Man is never Peter. 

I will not let anything 

Take away 

What's standing in front of me

He failed. 

He had failed Tony. 

He threw away Tony’s gift, his legacy. 

He paid the price, lost everyone but Tony (but oh he did lose him once, twice when Tony ask who is he when they met again)

And all along I believed I would find you 

Time has brought your heart to me 

It was indeed time that had nurtured his love for Tony. The more he stood beside Tony, the more greedy he became. That ugly part of him, the part he could never show. 

“What’s up with your face, kid ?” His finger stayed pressed on the last note, extending the fading melody “Feeling sad ?”

“Yeah, it was a good song. You played it well, Mr.Stark” Peter forced out a smile. 

“Of course, I’m Tony Stark after all” He shot a smug face to Peter. 

“Oh, and didn’t you tell me you were busy today ? Party and all that jazz”

“Yeah…I was, but the party was boring so I left early. And I have something I wanted to tell you so I came to the Tower” Peter looked down, wishing his curls could hide his face. 

Tony turned to him, he raised an eyebrow with a questioning look on his face. 

“What do you want to tell me ?”

I have loved you for a thousand years 

I'll love you for a thousand more 

The words stuck in his throat, he stood there, opened and closed his mouth like a stupid goldfish out of water. He could feel Tony’s gaze on him, the curiosity, patience, gentle eyes. 

“O-Oh… yeah, I forgot”

Peter will love Tony a thousand years more, til his grave and he’s sure of it. But there was so little time left before he sees Tony with someone else, not him, not Pepper, just someone. His place beside him will be stolen once more, he didn’t know this time how long it would be returned to him, maybe forever. 

He would rather keep this moment just a bit longer. 

“Is that so ?”

“Yes”

“Alright kid, pick a movie.”

[sjerzgirl]

If you're a little confused about what Musk is trying to achieve with DOGE, here's the breakdown:

Elon Musk and Peter Thiel cofounded a company that became PayPal.

Other executives at PayPal went on to found or lead other huge tech companies including YouTube, LinkedIn, Reddit, Affirm, and many VC firms.

This group became known as the PayPal mafia because they exerted an outsized influence on Silicon Valley.

Peter Thiel mentored a young JD Vance and helped him get set up in his first VC firm.

Peter Thiel and the PayPal mafia funded JD Vance's successful Senate run. Amazing because he had absolutely zero political experience.

Thiel and Musk all but forced Trump to choose JD Vance as VP in exchange for funding his presidential campaign.

The three of them, plus a lot of other tech billionaires subscribe to an ideology called the Dark Enlightenment espoused by this super weird, creepy dude: Curtis Yarvin aka Mencius Moldbug.

Yarvin preaches that the media and academia represent "The Cathedral" that secretly controls power and must be dismantled.

He advocates for a corporate run, monarchy, led by a CEO-Dictator.

Says that Democracy is an "outdated software" and openly opposes it and that:

- Government agencies should be dismantled and The U.S. should be broken up into "patchworks" controlled by tech oligarchs.

- That the elite tech billionaires should rule because they have the intelligence to "fix" society

- That the "masses are asses" too dumb to govern themselves.

The strategy is to gut the government via R.A.G.E - Retire All Govt Employees to make government incapable of operating.

Then to replace government with private corporations.

To eliminate elections because they are "obsolete"

To use distraction and chaos to prevent public resistance.

Trump is their useful tool to be disposed of as soon as they can wrest control.

This is why Elon wears a black MAGA hat. They are not Trump supporters, they are "Dark MAGA"

This isn't a hypothetical. The plan is already in motion:

- Musk, Thiel, and their network are actively dismantling democratic institutions.

- JD Vance, the “MAGA heir,” is being positioned to help implement this transition.

- The public is too distracted to realize what’s happening.

- If successful, democracy in America will be permanently replaced by a corporate-run authoritarian state.

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That's it. Now that you understand that you can see how everything that's happening fits within that lens.

Now the only question is what do we do about it?

[comiicii]

Hummingbird

Backdrop: You and Miles have been best friends since you were babies. Doesn't mean that the friendship never faced some hardships. Pairing: e1610!Miles Morales x fem!spider!reader | e!1610 peter parker x platonic!reader Warnings: None, probably some grammatical errors. A's notes: This is going to be a series that spans both Spider-verse movies. This first chapter is mainly word vomit, laying the foundation for the next chapter. Reader is a spider-person in the story and her powers/suit are that of Aña Corazon. Word count: 2k

You and Miles hadn’t always been joined at the hip. You two had grown up together on the same block which meant your families were close. You both also attended Brooklyn Visions Academy. There was a rough patch you two went through before attending the school. It lasted about two years. Two years of hang outs cut short, excuses and apologies (from you). Thinking back on it, those two years were the absolute worst.

The reason those two years were a rough patch in your friendship with Miles was because you got bit by a radioactive spider and became your universe’s Spider-Girl. Your actual spider name was Araña but the news didn’t care - you were a menace to some like J. Jonah Jameson and Spider Girl sorta stuck.

You were 12 when that happened. There was already a Spider Man, Peter Parker but he gladly took you under his wing. He didn’t mind showing you the ropes. Your powers slightly varied from his. Besides the usual super strength, heightened senses, and all the general arachnid powers, you got the extra boost of organic webbing and camouflage (which you would later teach Miles how to control). Peter did his best to help you. You had grown fond of the mentor that you would later think of as an extension of your family. Peter had started out incredibly protective of you (newsflash, he never stopped being protective). You were 12 for crying out loud! He wasn’t going to throw you into the dangerous streets of New York to figure it all out. He saw how scared you were of your new found powers and what it meant for your future. He made it clear to you from the beginning that your life was never going to be normal or easy moving forward. He didn’t want to lie to you because while being a superhero looked like a lot of fun, it wasn’t always the case. Sacrifices would have to be made in your life for the sake of your anonymity and your loved ones’ safety.

After you got the hang of your basic spider powers (aka about two months), Peter started taking you on patrol with him. He barely let you be near a criminal. After months of patrolling and begging Peter to give you a chance, he let you have an ‘easy’ criminal. You had spent those months prior working out your suit. It differed from Peters iconic style which you admired but you wanted to stand out as your own. You had gone with a different color scheme; opting for black and white to keep it simple. Your insignia was white and was the statement of your suit, looking as if a big white spider was hugging your body. Your mask was something else that vastly differed from Peter’s. Normally, the point of a mask was to make sure your whole face was covered. Never being the type to go the conventional route, your mask covered your eyes, the top and side portions of your face. Besides, your e/c eyes were your most defining feature. Your mask went up to your hairline where it stopped so your hair was flowing in a pony of sorts. Your nose, mouth and ears visible. You had prototypes in which you did have a traditional mask like Peter’s but it was way too constricting and truthfully, you felt claustrophobic in the damn thing. Plus, you had added a heads up display into the mask so as to take calls from your family as well as being able to see in different spectrums of light. You were always tweaking the tech in your mask to add some new feature if you felt it made your superhero life slightly easier.

While Peter knew you could hold your own, he still kept a tight leash on you. While he told you life was going to be hard moving forward, he still wanted you to live your life. He didn’t want you to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders as you were still a kid. As he put it, he wanted you to savor the moments while you still had the opportunity to do so. To experience the things that define your childhood and build relationships that would balance out the hectic and soon to be somber life that came with being a Spider. You had confided in Peter about your friend, Miles. A friend you had drifted from since gaining your powers. Peter had told you that your loved ones would essentially need to be kept at arm’s length because they could possibly be used as leverage by enemies. The thought of your family or friends being caught up in all of it scared you and so you started distancing yourself from them. Your family didn’t get suspicious as they chalked it up to puberty hitting you hard. Peter could see first hand how much it hurt you to lie about such a big part of yourself to Miles, though. He knew your friendship would hit a bump as you tried to balance your hero and normal life.

Miles was different. You had loved the boy deeply. It wasn’t romantic. It was genuine, unconditional love between the two of you. Having grown up together made it easy to say ‘I love you’ and the bond the two of you shared over music and art was deeper than anything you had shared with anyone else. It hurt you when he had that concerned look on his face when he noticed a shift in your demeanor towards him. He was the first person to notice that you weren’t being yourself. That you were lost in something - he just couldn’t know what that was. You had tried to gradually distance yourself from him but it was hard. You two would still hang out but since you committed to your superhero life, you helped the city when you could - even if it meant sacrificing some precious moments with him. You were late to most of your hangouts. You were constantly coming up with half ass excuses and apologizing to him as to why you were late. You hated the look he got on his face every time you showed up late or blurted out an excuse. It hurt him and it didn’t make sense to Miles. He didn’t want to think you were outgrowing him as a friend.

“I’m sorry Miles. Got caught up with…homework.” You winced as you met his eyes.

He knew you were lying. He knew very well that the words coming out of your mouth were absolute bullshit. Your wincing was also cause you got into it with the bad guy of the week and didn’t necessarily walk away scotch free (which Peter scolded you about like the big brother he was).

“It’s alright. I know your family is just as hard on you about school like mine”

He always understood. That was the problem. He didn’t want to lose you so he accepted that whatever was going on with you, it didn’t involve him. He came to terms that maybe whatever you were going through, you wanted to do on your own. He knew you were stubborn like that. He just hoped that you would find your way back to him. His mom had told him that it happens in friendships. Some dissipate while others come back to you after straying for a moment.

As your friendship with Miles suffered the first year of getting your powers, you got the hang of your powers and helped out Peter whenever you could. You started small and as time passed, you showed Peter how valuable you were as a partner in this world. Sure, you had your fair share of mistakes, you were still a kid after all, but you learned from them and always got back up. That’s something you quickly picked up on about being a Spider - you always got back up.

Peter would always let you know if he could handle things on his own or if he was chasing down a lead that left you alone to patrol for a short period of time. Again, he tried to give you time off so you could be a kid. He didn’t mind the company but it was hard for him to see someone so young be thrown into his world. You appreciated the sweet moments you shared with Peter and always smiled when he sent you a text saying to enjoy your Friday night with friends and family because it was a quiet night in Brooklyn.

“Hey Pete?” you broke the comfortable silence you were sharing atop a deli the pair of you frequented on relatively quiet nights of patrolling. He had grabbed a sandwich for the two of you to split.

“Hm?” He hummed as took a bite of his sandwich.

“Thank you,”

“What for, arañita?” his Spanish wasn’t perfect but you loved that he tried and used the spider name you gave yourself.

“For y’know…taking me under your wing” you started, looking to your mentor with genuine love and admiration. “I know it wasn’t easy having to take me on” you chuckled as you bumped your relatively small knee with his bigger one.

“Hey now, where’s this coming from?” He softly knocked your knee in return as he faced you, worried that you were going through something.

“Nowhere! Can’t your awesome spider-pupil tell you she appreciates you without there being an ulterior motive?” you laughed as you took a bite of your sandwich.

At that, he had a smug grin which earned him a slightly harder bump from your knee to his.

“I don’t know…you usually butter me up before asking for something.”

“Well, this isn’t one of those times.” you laugh once more as you look out to the bustling skyline of New York and continue eating your sandwich with pure bliss.

Those were the moments you savored with Peter.

As the months rolled into a year, you oh so slowly began to almost successfully balance your hero and normal life. Your grades had slipped slightly when you got bit but they were on the up and up. Your friendship with Miles was very clearly hanging by a thread. Miles didn’t reach out to you as much and there were more moments of awkward silence between the two of you than you would’ve liked. It wasn’t normal for the two of you to not talk about something. You wanted to let him into your world. So badly. You knew that he would be happy for you and support you like the amazing friend he was. He wouldn’t tell you to quit, he’d tell you to keep going and keep fighting. He probably would help you with upgrading your suit. You hated that you couldn’t share that part of your life with him. It would put him at risk of being used against you. You didn’t want him to be used as some pawn in a villain’s eyes to get to you. Peter could see the toll the secrecy was having on you and tried his best to keep your mind off it if conversations trailed to that territory. It wasn’t like you hadn’t breached the subject of the new ‘Spider-Girl’ to him, though. You brought it up once to gauge his reaction to the whole idea.

“What do you make of the new Spider-Girl swinging around with Spider-man?” You mindlessly asked while scrolling through your phone as a distraction from the studying you and Miles were supposed to be doing.

“Mm, thought she went by Araña?…but not bad, I guess?” he answered, his eyes not leaving his notebook that had his class notes, waiting for his brain to actually absorb the information on the page.

A flutter of your heart. He knows your actual spider name!

“Her suit looks pretty cool..” you nonchalantly commented, your eyes quickly looking to him for a reaction.

“Does look cool with the black and white,” he smiled, his pencil now aimlessly doodling on the margins of his notes. “I think Spider-man’s training her ‘cause maybe he’s getting old…probably wants to hand the reigns to someone younger.” he continued.

“Think she’ll be good at it?”

“Oh yeah.”