#Trip Machine Laboratories

[wonderjanga]

YJ meets C.C.

This is the Young Justice edition of my JL meets C.C. post from a super long time ago.

So basically, like their adult counterparts, the YJ went back in time too. Marvel explicitly warned them multiple times not to goof off too much in the mysterious laboratory, but no, someone happened to goof off too much which caused a time machine to somehow activate and here they were now. They were kinda just wandering around trying to find out where they were. They’re just thankful they were in civilian clothes when the accident happened.

M’gann: *bumps into C.C.*

Marilyn: “Watch where you’re going, bitch.”

And that was how the YJ met a teenage C.C. and Marilyn. Both of which were kinda assholes in high school, think mean girls, but somehow they became the sweetest people ever when they became adults. Here were a collection of incidents between them all.

Other YJ: “You go!” *push Connor forward*

Conner: *begrudgingly walks over to where C.C., Marilyn, and a couple other kids are sitting for lunch* “Uh… hi.”

C.C.: “Hi?” *looks Conner up and down* “Can we help you?”

Conner: “Uhhhhhh…”

C.C.: *stares for a solid few seconds* “Are you autistic?”

Conner: “No?”

C.C.: “You seem like it.”

*silence*

C.C.: *grins* “You know, you should totally sit with us.”

And that was how Conner got accepted into the group. Was it for being autistic or was it for a different reason? He doesn’t know.

or

C.C.: “Hey, you.” *jogs over*

Kaldur: “Yes?”

C.C.: “You’re gonna join the swim team, right?”

Kaldur: “I don’t plan to.”

C.C.: “But don’t you have gills, fish boy?”

Kaldur: “Fish boy?”

C.C.: “I’m not even gonna ask if your mom fucked a fish, I just really want you to join. So just think about it, okay?”

Kaldur: *rethinking everything he thought he knew about Cap*

C.C.: “Oh and by the way if you don’t join, I will tell everybody about the gills. Just in case that wasn’t clear.”

As for why he wanted Kaldur to join the swim team? C.C. was on it. Because I say so.

or

C.C.: *sleeping in class*

Marilyn: *drawing on her boyfriend’s hand*

Kid Flash: *notices and tries to wake him up* “Dude, you’re gonna miss this.”

C.C.: *slaps his hand away* “Fuck off, ginger. I have straight A’s in this class.” *goes right back to sleep*

or

Robin and Artemis: *talking while walking*

C.C. and Marilyn: *walking while talking, Marilyn trips Artemis*

Artemis: *falls* “What the hell?”

Marilyn: “My bad.” *smiles*

Artemis: “Your bad? You did that on purpose.”

Marilyn: “No I didn’t.” (She absolutely did)

Artemis: “Yes you did.”

C.C.: “No, she didn’t.” (Again, she did) “Honestly, even if she did, you deserve it for being so annoying about an accident.”

Robin: “That’s not sound reasoning at all…”

When they all got back, they all saw the Cap in a new light. They also all had so many questions?? Like is he still dating that Marilyn chick? Cap isn’t an asshole anymore, so what happened to make him change? Does he actually think some of the things he said about them??

Also, during their short time together C.C., actually did like Conner, he was the like one person out of the YJ C.C. and Marilyn actually liked and weren’t being assholes to.

[riality-check]

ao3 link

Heimerdinger’s class is set up… unconventionally. That is how Viktor thinks of it when he is being diplomatic. Ordinarily, he thinks of it as bullshit.

There is no graded homework, which means there is no homework in Viktor’s eyes. The material is trivial for the most part, and he does not see a need to waste time on practice problems he can guess the answers to. The class has two midterms, each worth a quarter of the grade, and one final project.

One project. Worth half the grade. Viktor read the syllabus five times to make sure he was not having a stroke.

To make it worse, the project had one instruction: make something.

When Heimerdinger failed to follow up that statement, Viktor worried the professor was the one having a stroke.

Viktor creates throughout the semester. He makes a semi-permanent cover for the smoke alarm in his dorm, fashions a hydraulic hinge to ease the load of pushing his unduly heavy door open, and copies the keys to the library so he can get to the better study spaces before it opens and someone else can steal the high chairs by the good windows.

He is not secretive about any of this. He is sure his roommate - Viktor does not remember his name, but he does remember how he talked of what the Academy was like when his father and grandfather attended - complained about his endless tinkering after he got his room reassigned. Yet he is only approached once by other students of the Academy.

A few other students on his floor, the kind that his old roommate frequently fraternized with, the kind with soft hands and heavy watches, approach him about building a machine to count money for their “semi-legal” poker matches. They tell him that he can even be in charge of the money for a cut, if he’d like.

The coin would not hurt. It would be nice to have something extra to spend, to be able to go into town with the rest of them and actually buy something instead of keeping his hands in his pockets. It would be nice to get fresh fruit from the market instead of the meals served at school. It would be nice to be able to afford a trip back down. He has some people he would like to visit. Some people he owes for being here.

He tells the other students no, that he cannot do it, but he would like to play if they ever had an open seat.

Viktor has no intention of ever wasting time gambling, nor does he have the money to begin the habit in the first place. He just wants to confirm what he suspects. And the other students do that for him, with tense smiles of whiter than white - strange that they have so many sweets here and yet they do not rot - that fail to reach their eyes.

They are perfectly content to have a trencher count their Piltie coins, but they would never want them sitting at the same table.

Viktor only makes useful things. It has been that way since he was a child, and his first semester at the Academy is no different. Everything he creates, from the window screen he rigged out of layers of wire scraps from the engineering laboratory (copied those keys as well) to the heat/ice pack he fashioned from chemistry lab leftovers, has a use. With the project deadline fast approaching, he figures he should do the same for Heimerdinger’s singular, inane project.

So, he makes a cane.

As the semester progressed, and as he learned from Heimerdinger’s surprisingly engaging lectures, he realized his current cane was insufficient. This should not have been surprising; he had been using it for years. It had cracked along one side, and it was a little too short as a result of his most recent (though less than impressive) growth spurt. In truth, he had probably needed a new cane for some time now, but he often had more pressing matters to attend to. If he had it his way, he would only replace it if it broke, but that would be worse long term. 

He knew that. He was not stupid.

The course gave him dedicated time to perfect a design that would, hopefully, last for a time, since he had almost certainly stopped growing. The course, being introductory, did not have a lab, so Viktor made his own. In his dorm.

It is little wonder his roommate leaves halfway through the semester. Viktor supposes maybe he was in the wrong for using his contraband soldering iron (found in the trash, only took a little coaxing to work again) past midnight, but he is of the opinion that his roommate should not have been bringing people back to the dorm to have sex with them. On weeknights. With Viktor there. Trying to sleep.

He thinks it breaks even.

In total, he makes two dozen canes. He plans every design diligently using the equations and principles copied down from Heimerdinger’s truly atrocious blackboard scrawl. He tries various materials and carves them into different shapes, testing what fits his hand better, what balances better, and what holds the most weight.

(He learns early to test the last factor leaning toward his bed. When a model he fashioned for the express purpose of testing the minimum amount of material necessary to function predictably snapped, Viktor failed to put his other hand out in time and smashed his face on the unforgiving floor.

Once his nose stopped bleeding and he could overcome the screaming pain in his leg to pull himself into his desk chair, he wrote down his observations.)

He pens all his observations, complete with schematics, equations, and graphs of the various factors that make a cane a good cane. It takes up ten sheets of paper, front and back, because why waste perfectly good space?

Viktor finds throughout the process that most canes are not good canes. They are uncomfortable to hold for long, or too weak, or too unstable, or some combination of the three. The more models he makes - and, in many cases, breaks - the more he realizes that most of the canes he has seen in the Undercity are not good canes. They are cobbled from scraps, from old parts torn from metal and wood and whatever else available. They are fragile and jagged, unyielding and practical. Just like his people.

If he can make a good cane quickly and cheaply, that could mean something. That could improve lives for so many people, however little.

Viktor would like to do more, but, as he has done all his life, he recognizes his limitations. He is a first year university student from the Undercity. He is the only university student from the Undercity. As much as his ambition craves doing something grand and good, he is not in a position to accomplish that yet. He must walk the tightrope. Roll over on command. Ask “how high” whenever they tell him to jump, always looking confused if he ever mentions the pain.

He grits his teeth. There is only the work.

All the final projects for all of Heimerdinger’s class sections are presented at an end of semester research symposium, open to the entire Academy. It is… overwhelming, to say the least. Heimerdinger teaches an inordinate amount of sections, judging from the plethora of people Viktor must dodge in order to arrive at his assigned table. He sets up his presentation, which does not take him very long, and looks around to see what he typically sees in Piltover.

Waste.

The other research projects are… Viktor cannot tell what they are. They are loud and flashy. They clack and whirr. Some of them play music, others destroy little block towers. Others still build them up.

Viktor cannot see a practical use for any of them. They are toys.

There was a time when he built toys. It was a time before he was confronted with the true magnitude of his own limitations - now that he is aware, constantly, he wonders how that was ever the case - and the cruelty some of humanity was capable of. He built toys for nothing other than the fact that he could, that it was fun to put parts together and have them work, that success delighted him.

But things change. Viktor grew up. He lost the time for toys, lost the drive for anything impractical. He became devoted to what mattered: survival and altruism. If it was not necessary, if it did not help, then he could not afford the waste.

The other university students, some who have surely known hardship but clearly never learned to starve, can. They build toys, contraptions that buzz and whirr and shine to the dazzlement of their audiences, who gather around their presentations to ooh and ahh over them.

No such audience gathers near Viktor. They pass him by curiously, eyeing him as the oddity and paying no attention to his work. They whisper behind their hands, and while the other voices in the room and the clack of the other frivolous machines drown them out, they are obviously talking about him.

City of Progress, and yet they refuse to see beyond appearances.

The rage bubbles up in Viktor, but he swallows it down. He smiles politely at passersby and converses pleasantly with those few who ask about his project. He bites his tongue when their gazes wander to the spectacles he is surrounded by. He resists the urge to sit on the edge of the table. 

They did not give him a chair. Good that today he experienced next to no pain.

Toward the end of the three hours, Heimerdinger arrives at his table. 

He only examines the presentation curiously. He does not comment. He simply writes on his notepad and offers a kind smile. Then he moves on to the next table, where he enthusiastically greets a student who made a glittering music box.

Viktor sees his grade during the next class. Stellar marks, but no comments. Satisfactory, but unremarkable.

The semester ends, and his other classes return the same grades. Perfect, but nothing more to say.

Viktor does not like attention. He is used to lingering eyes on him, whispered remarks as he passes by. He has been examined by doctors and openly judged in public. If he could exist without that clear prying that so many seem entitled to, he would. But with how he is built (wrong, he is built wrong, there is no amount of sickly sweet sugarcoating for it) that will never be a possibility.

But he wants his work to have attention. To be worth something. To be discussed. He wants to be known as an inventor, not a cripple.

So, as he spends the winter holidays between semesters fixing the subpar heating in his dormitory because he could not afford to go home, he resolves to be done keeping his head down. To cut the tightrope. To fly instead of jump.

If they are going to stare, he will meet their eyes. If they are going to whisper, he will answer. If they are going to make him a spectacle, he will construct a spectacle instead.

There is only the work. And he will outwork them.

Read the other part here. And another part here. And even more here. And even even more here. And here.

[redflagshipwriter]

Halfa Cass Chapter 8 Part ½

masterpost

Black Bat got back to Gotham well before flying time. She took a shower to get the stinkyman stink out of her hair and apologetically took the green jacket to the wash. Cigarettes. Yuck! 

She joined the family for dinner. Damibat was there, face like thunder and clearly Not Talking to Alfred or Brucedad. Cass slid into her place and gave him a nod. He returned it. Very civil. We are professionals, Cain, you and I and no one else in this dump.

Cass hid a faint smile.

No Timibird. No Jaybird. Those were rarer birds to fly out to Wayne Manor, so she wasn’t too surprised. Just…

Cass readjusted her body language to be fine and normal. She didn’t need her flock family close for comfort. She was fine and normal! Yes, Stinkyman had said that she’d died. Yes. He said that.

(That fits with the pain of the electrical shock and the voltage necessary to short out bat computer, Cass’s Black Bat brain said sensibly.)

Cass hid a shudder.

But he’d also said that there may be no repercussions! As long as she left it alone and did not think about it. She had permission to pretend it didn’t happen. That was the best thing to try. She would eat her dinner and take her nap and then go flying.

Alfie served dinner. Cass caught herself playing with her fork, winding noodles into a secret pattern that might somehow make her feel better. 

“Is there something wrong with your pasta, Miss Cassandra?”

She looked up at him guiltily through her eyelashes and stopped playing with her food. Big sigh. 

“Will Master Timothy be returning to the manor tonight?” Alfie asked Brucedad.

Brucedad cleared his throat and put his spoon down for a moment. “I expect that he might spend the night with his friends in San Francisco,” he said.

Cass read the words beneath the words. Timbird was with the Young Justice friends. New plan. Not discussed. He’d been sent to Amity Park to investigate the laboratory where Cass had

(died. Where Cass had died.)

Been with Captain Marvel. And if he was out all day, it meant he’d found something.

Her heart jumped in her chest. She wanted to ask questions. She wanted to make sure that no one knew. 

Suspicious, Cass told herself sternly. Suspicious behavior. So she drizzled hot sauce on her pasta and ate a big mouthful.

Damibat copied her after a moment. 

Brucedad and Alfie did not wince, but they made their ‘white man thinks spice is scary’ faces. 

Cass quirked a smile. She put a lot more hot sauce. It was too much sauce. It turned the pasta red.

Brucedad made an unhappy sound and deliberately looked away from her plate. Haha. He was thinking: my stomach hurts just looking at that. Oh god, I'm old. Acid reflux. Heartburn. Acid reflux heartburn heartburn-

Bullying her batdad made her feel a little better. How could she be an undead abomination if she was, in fact, a naughty girl? Check and mate, existential horror. Cass finished her dinner and danced to her room on her toes, feeling the music from the last time she had performed on stage. She did a leap for the sheer joy of movement.

Everything still seemed better when she got up from her nap. Cass stretched on the floor beside her bed, and then flopped into a side saddle stretch to happily drink a bottle of green tea. She took it to the kitchen and into the machine for a wash and stole a peek into the fridge to see the after-flight snack. Protein balls! Chocolate and nuts? Cass stole one and fled to the batcave before anyone could see the crime.

Timbird was waiting in the cave on the big screen. He looked very tense. He and Batdad both looked at her when she came down the stairs.

Oh. There was a rock in her stomach. 

Cass beamed at them and flipped off the stairs to land in a gymnast stance behind Brucedad’s chair. “Hi, Timbird,” she said, acting normally. 

“Hi, Cass,” he said, sparing her a tired smile. “I was just telling Bruce how my trip out to Amity went.” She nodded, waiting for elaboration. Tense. “There were fresh tank tracks.” 

Oh. What. “What?” Cass repeated, because it was worth repeating. “Tanks?” She mimed her mind being blown.

“Yes, I figure that you would have noticed if they’d been there before.” Tim somehow seemed even unhappier. “The running theory is that someone was keeping an eye on the place and something about your trip out there alerted them.”

‘Machine. Electricity.’

“Extremely suspicious,” Cass said on rote. 

“Yes,” Batdad agreed gruffly. “There’s no legal justification for that kind of force being deployed in the continental United States and no record that we’ve found for it.”

“Definitely criminal.” Cass hovered for a moment. “Should I help?”

Timbird and Batdad exchanged glances. “I think that I would be best used in the cave tonight on research,” Batdad decided. “I’ll run comms while I’m here. Cass, can you and Robin handle things? There’s nothing in particular going on, aside from the weapons case. Robin has the information on that. We think that we’ve tracked the gang’s mechanic down.”

Cass gave a double thumbs up, more than a little relieved that she didn’t have to do anything related to Amity Park today. “Okay, I find mechanic and beat peace into them,” she said cheerfully. 

“You investigate and observe them,” Batdad repeated, faux-stern. Hint of smile. Naughty kid, tugging at my cape.

Cass nodded just as seriously. “Robin and I investigate, observe, beat until peaceful.” She smacked a fist into her palm.

Timbird snorted. “It sounds like a plan. I’m with YJ tonight, so I’ll log off.”

“Byebye birdie.” Cass waved on her way to the equipment lockers.

[wyvernest]

Miguel vs very angry reader? Miguel is usually the one who is grumpy and broody but for a change has to deal with his usually cheery lover being unbelievably Moody and angry!

lo siento, mi alma

pairing: miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader

warnings: angst, comfort, fluff, happy ending, miguel kinda being a dick

summary: coming to miguel for comfort leads to a fight, his duty coming right between you

Usually, you would feel so happy and excited about visiting Miguel at HQ. You'd find yourself smiling so stupidly on the way there, surprised with your reflection in a nearby skyscraper, instantly reminded that you're so in love with him. 

But today wasn't one of those days.

Today, your monthly hormonal storm has decided to mess with your mood and patience in a way you weren't looking forward to. Usually, you'd feel more clingy and emotional, yearning to be close to your boyfriend, to be held by him, to cry in his arms because you were out of your favourite snacks. 

But then again, today remains odd among the usual habits.

Today, you felt anger boil in your throat, ready to burst at the slightest inconvenience. And plenty have already tested it. Miles scared the crap out of you by swinging an inch from hitting you, right before scurrying away with an echoed "Hello!" that rang so stridently in your ears. Peter also intercepted your wish-to-be-hidden trip to HQ, unsolicitedly informing you about the last thing Mayday ate, how cute she looked, and how she's been learning to use her webs with more agility. You held back your bubbling nerves, deep down knowing he only meant well.

Finally inside Miguel's extensive laboratories, you look up to spot the platform he usually inhabited empty. 

Great. Fucking hell.

And because expecting something good to happen and then having it snatched from you like a chocolate from a toddler makes you unfathomably angry, you feel hot tears sting your eyes.

You had wanted the comfort of his embrace so bad. It was the only thing that could've soothed your mood. So you found a flat surface to sit on and wait, probably one of the many machines and equipment he spent his whole time creating and testing instead of giving you the attention and love you craved so much, you thought.

It wasn't long before a long, sharp, red blade cut through the fabric of space, followed by the familiar silhouette of your beloved boyfriend. His mask dissolved away, revealing a terribly tired face, hair messed up and cheekbone slightly mauve with a forming bruise. 

He sensed you in the room, not bothering to offer you anything more than a turn of his head in your direction to meet your eyes before sprinting to his platform. Layla also glitched into the room, relaxed as usual. 

You squint, making out "canon divergence RESOLVED" on one of his screens, some hope blooming in your heart at the thought that maybe now he'd have time for you. But before you can inhale to speak, he opens up another portal.

You can't believe it. He didn't even speak to you, like you aren't his heart and soul, as he had told you so many times. 

So you snap.

"Miguel!" You shout, quick and harsh, wanting him to feel a fraction of the frustration that's gutting you right now.

He doesn't flinch.

"I'm busy. Wait for me at home." He speaks with authority and the confidence of a man who knows it wouldn't take much to make you listen to him.

You feel your pulse quicken, heart stuttering with anger and bewilderment.

"That's how much my emotions matter to you?" You shout up to him after a second of weighing his words. "That's the support and consideration I get?" Your voice cracks and you hate that he now knows how affected you are.

"I'm not even a fucking priority at this point. I'm at the bottom of the list."

"I can't deal with this right now. I still have the damage the last anomaly has done to deal with." He raises his voice at you, the words vibrating through the laboratory.

"So I'm on hold until Miguel O'Hara is fucking available? Will you also notify me so that I can present myself back to HQ, sir?" Your tone is dripping venom, sarcasm and sour tears threatening to burst into streams down your cheeks. You do, consider, in the back of your mind, that you're exaggerating. But the way he dismissed you is not an easy thing to get over. No greetings, no emotion, no nothing.

Just "I'm busy.".

No excitement to see you after a mission.

How are you any different than any other spider-person bothering him then? Where is the love he has for you when he's working?

He grinds his jaws together, not wanting to say something he doesn't mean, that he'll regret later. He knows you're particularly sensitive today, but he can't allow himself to soften right in the middle of a job. It's not how he works. He gets distracted.

"I said go home, cariño." He doesn't even face you as he speaks, as if you're a child throwing a tantrum.

You feel small. Irrelevant. He isn't even touched.

"Oh I will." You yell through a sob, your pain arrowing right through his chest.

"Only not to your home." 

You storm out without looking behind. Your ego soared and anger kept rising to your senses. 

You knew you wouldn't break up, or even move out. You just wanted him to feel something. 

You wanted to see him want you. To see him make the slightest gesture towards wanting to keep you by his side.

But the doors closed shut behind you, and you found yourself walking slower, just to give him some time to run after you.

He didn't.

You did your best to hide your teary eyes and runny nose, not wanting to deal with any unwanted attention, any questions, anyone knowing that you and Miguel just had a fight.

You didn't want anyone else's attention but his, and it killed you to acknowledge that.

You got home, finally breaking into tears. You let yourself fall face down into his pillow, still seeking the comfort he never gave you. The smell of him, the imagined, simulated warmth of his embrace.

He had a duty, you know he did. You just wanted to be more than a chore to him. You wondered if this relationship really was for you, head spiralling into the hormones, stress, and wrath. 

You, a needy, extremely loving girlfriend, with a man like him, with a full time job that entire universes depended on. You loved him, you really did. But you loved yourself too. 

The train of thought drifted towards sympathy as the flames of rage ran cold within you. Maybe you were too hard on him. Maybe he really did have urgent things to tend to, and was just trying to keep cool. He hasn't always been the best at showing emotions. 

You whine softly into the pillow, the scent of him flooding your already fluttering heart.

You don't know how much time has passed. You felt your tears dry on your cheeks and your eyes puffy. A creak of the bedroom door makes your heart beat right out of your chest, yet you attempt to stay calm. Heavy footsteps near you, before you see his shadow engulf your shape on the white mattress. 

He hesitates, looking at your quivering body, knowing he should haven't arrived earlier.

If only he could.

Your brows shoot up in surprise at the sight of a bouquet of roses he places on the bed next to you, but you don't get to think of what to say as he kneels at the edge, encircling your waist in his arms, placing his head on your shoulder, close to your own.

"Lo siento mucho, mi alma. Forgive me."

You snivel, humming a fragment of his name. He shuffles closer, seeing no retreat from you. He brings his lips to your stained cheeks, pecking over the salty traces. 

You instinctively shift into his warm embrace, chasing the comfort and touch you had wanted all day. 

"I'm sorry," you begin, "I shouldn't have-"

"Shh, no need" he stops you, pressing a sweet kiss shy of your lips. "No need, mi vida."

His arms tighten their hold around you as he pulls you to his chest. You grab at his biceps, pulling him on the bed. 

"The roses-" He whispers, hurriedly.

"Miguel!" You whine, entrapping his waist with your legs. He complies without another word; suit on, flowers still on the white sheets. With his massive body wrapped around you, finally content, you drift into a sweet slumber.

"Lo siento."

His voice rings low and quiet in your ears as you fall asleep, head on his chest.

translations: Lo siento mucho, mi alma - I'm terribly sorry, (my soul)

a/n: before yall beat my ass for the angst this is the best depiction of miguel x reader x anger issues from both that came to my mind, really hope you like it😭

[yeoldenews]

Did Jack not come from the French version of john 'Jaques'?

This is a centuries' old scholarly debate, the short answer of which is most likely no.

First off a correction - Jacques is actually the French form of James, not John (which is Jean).

There appears to have been some discussion in the 19th century as to whether Jack may have originated as a nickname for James and only became associated with John later on (much as Hank originated as a nickname for John before it became associated with Henry) - but later research seems to discount this theory.

The seminal work on this subject is a paper/booklet titled The Pedigree of 'Jack' and of Various Allied Names written by English librarian E. W. B. Nicholson in 1892.

In his research Nicholson found "no recorded instance of Jack, Jak, Jacke or Jakke ever being used to represent Jacques or James".

That being said - names don't develop in a vacuum, nor in laboratory conditions. It's entirely possible that Medieval Englishmen being exposed to the name Jacques influenced the shortening of Jackin to Jack - but short of a time machine trip to ask someone why they chose to go by Jack and not Jackin, it's kind of impossible to prove one way or another.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Hello! Are there any Sans x reader fake dating fanfics or something similar involving a certain ship. The fanfic can be set in any UndertaleAu/Mulitverse or Undertale, and I don’t mind if it’s explicit. I’m just looking for well written ones. hopefully that makes sense. Thanks!

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Of Spells and Illusions by charamelwrites (General Audiences, Incomplete)

After Frisk freed monsterkind, the monsters were allowed to live on the surface with one rule. They must disguise themselves as humans. You, who found an online spell and got curious, cast it to see beyond people's true colors and found out about the monster's true forms. Looks like your senior year is about to get crazy.

Noir by petrichoricarus (Not Rated, Incomplete)

21st century bookish lab student, meet 1940's hardboiled private detective. When you chase down a kid into a prestigious laboratory’s work-in-progress machine, you trip and fall, harder than you’ve ever fallen, right into a whole new dimension. Here, the world follows two rules. One: know your place. Two: don’t fuck with the Dreemurrs. If only you hadn’t fallen right into the middle of an open crime scene surrounding the recent disappearance of their child. …You might have just broken both rules at once. It’s a good thing you’ve got a certain sardonic, deceptively easygoing, skeleton detective to watch your back! Only, is it? Or is he the last person you can trust in this dangerous world you’ve found yourself in? ═════ ◈ ═════ "you know, for a patience type, you've got an absurdly hot temper," he remarks nonchalantly. "Oh, is that it, Sans?" You deadpan. "Or is it that you're just so, so obnoxious you get on the nerves of even a patience traited soul." Alphys snickers from her desk behind a teetering pile of papers. The detective begrudgingly twists up his mouth into a crooked grin. "cuttin' me to the quick, sugar." You gift him a roll of your eyes. "You'll live."

Reset ex-lover by Chansisen (Mature, Incomplete)

You want to survive another week, renovate your shack and maybe get some respect. Then Sans started acting funny after another human fell down… Is he… Is he slow blinking at you from the other side of the room? The hot topic skeletons are stressing you out! Sans is a violent idiot, Papyrus is a rule abiding ball of stress and you just want some goddamn toilet paper already!

Boyfriend Syndrome by Epic_and_Kitty (Mature, Incomplete)

It should have been a normal shift on a normal day. It should have been. Now you're fake dating a skeleton and you may have a stalker on your hands...

Behind the mask by ReikoNatsume (Mature, Complete)

Prompt fake dating with Razz and Reader

[randomthefox]

So, in Shadow generations, its explicitly stated by Gerald that Black Doom offered him the secrets of Chaos Control to create the ultimate life form. Gerald took the deal because until that point, no living creature on earth could harness the power of the Chaos Emeralds; and when he tried to make one that could, it had disastrous results in the form of the Biolizard. This basically confirms that Sonic has to have some sort of special connection with the Chaos Emeralds to be able to use them with such proficiency despite not having the Black Arms DNA otherwise required to use Chaos Control without using a machine.

No?

Like, first of all, that's not what is stated in Shadow Generations.

Nowhere is it stated that "no living creature on earth could harness the power of the chaos emeralds." Gerald simply THINKS "direct application seems too harsh." BUT HE IS PROVABLY WRONG ABOUT THAT ASSUMPTION. He thinks "any organism that could directly interface with the emeralds would be unique" but the word choice there is dramatic irony - because ANY organism COULD directly interface with the emeralds. Gerald is just as wrong as you are for thinking there is anything unique or special about the chaos emeralds themselves.

The experiments with the Biolizard failed because Gerald was trying to inject it with chaos juice in the cold clinical environment of a laboratory, while the salamander was unconscious and had no agency over what was being done to it.

It was literally a lab rat being experimented on. It didn't work because that's not how the Chaos Emeralds function. They are mystical gemstones of infinite power that harness the will of their user to turn their thoughts into power. Gerald didn't even let the Biolizard directly interact with the chaos emeralds, let alone give it the opportunity to allow the power of chaos to be enriched by its heart. The Biolizard was a grotesque failure because Gerald DIDN'T UNDERSTAND HOW THE CHAOS EMERALDS WORK and because he was too cautious and scientific in how he tried to utilize them. The Biolizard is a monument to Gerald's hubris and ignorance.

Black Doom providing Gerald with the understanding of how to control the chaos emeralds, and providing him with his DNA to complete Shadow the Hedgehog, are two different sentences.

You are presenting them as one sentence. "Black Doom offered him the secrets of Chaos Control to create the ultimate life form." No, wrong. Black Doom offered him the secrets of Chaos Control. And he provided him with his DNA to create the ultimate life form. Two different sentences. Gerald DID NOT UNDERSTAND HOW THE CHAOS EMERALDS WORKED as previously established. Black Doom explained to him how the chaos emeralds worked and how to properly control their power. With Gerald's ignorance about how the chaos emeralds work resolved, he was able to use the alien DNA of the Black Arms to successfully complete Project Shadow.

What is also stated in Shadow Generations is that Shadow is not special because of WHAT he is, but because of WHO he is. Black Doom wanted a herald for his future invasion. GUN wanted a biological weapon. But Gerald created a life form who was meant to bring hope to humanity and provide a cure to a terminal illness. And after awaking, his heart was enriched and guided by the influence of Maria.

Shadow has a heart. And his heart is what allows him to use the chaos emeralds. Just as Sonic is able to. Just as ANYBODY is able to, from Tails to Knuckles to Amy to Trip to Chaos to Black Doom. The Chaos Emeralds turn thoughts into power. Chaos is power, power enriched by the heart. Shadow was created to be special, but it isn't his alien DNA that makes him special. He is special because Gerald created him to have a heart, and Maria filled that heart with love.

second of all, even if we pretend for the sake of argument that what you're claiming was stated in Shadow Generations was what was in the game INSTEAD of what was ACTUALLY in the game: there is still no logical string between that information and your assertion that "Sonic has to have some sort of special connection with the chaos emeralds." Your argument is still fundamentally predicated on What instead of Who. Sonic is not special because of WHAT he is. He does not have some kind of special biological or genetic connection to the chaos emeralds. Sonic is special because he is pure of heart. And the chaos emeralds are power, power enriched by the heart. Sonic can achieve great things with the chaos emeralds because of the choices he makes, not because he was born with a predisposed capacity to do so. And nothing about what you claim Shadow Generations "explicitly stated" says otherwise.

What the fuck are you even talking about?

[emptybattlefield]

"just a little more" (day 12)

Dipper perseveres through some outdoor work with Grunkle Ford, and pushes himself too far. This is a combo with Heatstroke.

“What the hell does Ford have him doing out there?” asks Stan lackadaisically, sipping on a strawberry lemonade that he and Mabel just cooked up. It is the hottest week of the summer, and the two are cooped up under the shade of the veranda. 

Mabel sits on her knees in the chair beside him, tipping another packet of Stan’s sweet-n-low into her glass. “Disinfecting some kind of gadget parts. Apparently gnome saliva is very dangerous,” she answers. 

Stan grunts, and keeps an eye on Dipper, who’s wearing a hazmat suit, standing over one of Stan’s folding tables, which is laden with gadget parts of various shapes and sizes. Ford was nowhere to be seen. Stan takes a swig of his pink drink. Dipper rounds to the other side of the folding table—trips over one of the folds in his too-large hazmat suit. Stan is tight in his chair as the boy successfully catches his balance. 

But then, a second later, he faints. 

Stan is up from his chair in an instant. “Dipper!” Mabel cries while her uncle bolts across the lawn. 

Stan unzips the suit—trying his best to avoid iridescent rainbow goo—and slips Dipper out of it like a shell. The kid’s hair is plastered with sweat from nape to crown. Stan picks him up and carries him inside the kitchen.

He yells for Ford to come up. Where the hell was he? Stan places Dipper on the cool countertop. Heavy footsteps pound up the laboratory stairwell. Meanwhile, Dipper is listless, pale, and not very responsive.

The look on Ford’s face as he reaches the landing… “Dipper!” he hollers, rushing over. “Dipper, it’s your Uncle Ford. Is he alright?” 

Their nephew shifts—but does not rouse. 

Ford is already unsheathing his pocket vitals machine. “Dis you see any gnome saliva on him when you found him?” he asks. 

Stan wanted to slap him. “He’s done collapsed from heatstroke, you idiot. Dipper, it’s Stan. We’re gonna get you cooled off, kiddo.”

“Blood pressure is low. His temp is 103.4 degrees,” Ford says worriedly.

Stan glares at him. He found himself combing his thick fingers through the kid’s sweat-slicked hair. “You are not* a medical doctor.”

“I never said I was, Stan,” Ford states categorically. “I have 14 Ph.Ds, and a bachelor’s of science in nursing. You said Mabel’s running a bath, right?”

Suddenly, Dipper’s whole body stiffens and shudders on the countertop peninsula. His eyes fly open. “What did I just do?” he asks fretfully. 

“You fainted. You’re gonna be alright,” Stan answers gently. He carries him through the house to the bathtub, and lowers him in. His body twitches from the sharp cold. Mabel stands in the doorway—her worried, pink fingers at her mouth. The empty ice cube trays were discarded upon the toilet seat.

Ford quickly follows behind. Stan saddles the side of the bathtub, sitting him up—one of his dark socks underwater. Poor Dipper dry heaves, but nothing comes—false alarm. 

“Am I…contaminated?” Dipper directs his fearful look to Grunkle Ford. 

Ford replies, “No, son. Just a touch of heat exhaustion, by the looks of it. Best for you to stay in the bath a while, I’m afraid.”

Ford offers him some cool water, and Dipper sips it slowly. Ford can’t tell, but Stan can see that Dipper looks disappointed in himself. 

“Temp’s better,” says Grunkle Ford. “Pressure’s bounced back, too.”

Together, they laid Dipper back, so that all but the rounds of his shoulders and face were underneath the water. His shorts poof out to both sides. Mabel keeps him company. Ford disappears outside to retrieve the tableful of machinery pieces—apparently, they can’t be left in the sun for too long without damage.

The visceral zing! of the gnome saliva creeps into Stan’s spine. His head starts to feel a little light and airy under its influence. He ultimately ignores it. After some time, Stan grabs a bath towel from the top shelf of the closet. He shoos Mabel so that her brother can change and get into bed. 

Stan wasn’t the tucking in type, but he asks Dipper, “Kid, what were you thinking? Did you feel yourself overheating, or…?”

“I don’t know…I guess I did, but I was so focused on decontaminating,” he responds, ashamedly. 

“Just—all I ask is that next time, you listen to your body. Think you can do that for me?” says Stan.

“I will—next time,” Dipper replies sadly. 

Grunkle Stan laughs— “Y’know, way-back-when, you had to throw something at your Grunkle Ford to get him to even look up at you, if he was in the middle of a really good book.”

Dipper beams. 

“All’s I’m saying is—you didn’t get it from me,” Stan tells him.

“Where is Great Uncle Ford?” Dipper asks.

“Getting the gadgets. Something about the sun ‘degrading the finish.’ But, he agreed with me. It’s best you take it easy the rest of the day,” says Stan grimly. “You’ll be up and at it tomorrow.”

Stan leaves Dipper to himself, and descends to the basement lab. Ford looks up as soon as he hears Stan’s footsteps. “How is he?” Ford asks worriedly. 

Stan can’t help it—he sees red, and immediately shoves Ford into the concrete laboratory wall and pins him there. He has his brothers collar between his knuckles.

“You are on thin ice with me, Poindexter, you get that?!” Stan hisses, inches from his face. “How old were you when you had your first job mowing lawns? You know that he idolizes you. He wants to please you—that’s why I can’t let him turn himself inside out doing your* legwork.”

“I’m sorry, Stan, I’m terribly sorry,” Ford says helplessly.

Stan lets him go. The old man shakes his head. “Honestly, I think it’s good you let him work with you, but when are you gonna get it through your thick, plated skull—he is not your peer, Stanford,” he says all too frustratedly. 

Ford coughs. “I know that, Stanley—”

“You better,” Stan warns. “Because need I remind you—everybody else in the world thinks you died in ‘92. If anything happens to those two kids, it’s me who has to answer to their parents. You get that?”

“Understood,” answers Ford regretfully.

Stan grumbles something inaudible—and says nothing more to him before trumping back up the staircase.

McGuckett was the one who produced Ford’s industrial six-fingered gloves. Now that he had his memories back, the first thing Ford asked him for (aside from his forgiveness) was to make Dipper a pair as well. Ford had them on his desk because he was going to surprise Dipper with them once they returned. With how small they were—they looked silly now. 

When Ford emerges from the basement lab, he tenuously asks where Dipper is.

“Sleeping,” Stan retorts. He and Mabel are at the table playing cards. “Best you let him.”

“Grunkle Ford, do you want us to deal you in?” Mabel asks kindly. Stan’s stony face is in his lap.

“Sure. I can play one round,” he says. 

After several, Ford enters the twins’ bedroom, hoping to apologize to Dipper, but he’s out like a light—little threads of drool hang from his lower lip. Ford places the note on Dipper’s bedside, and the gloves on top to weigh it down. Outside, Mabel is calling a bit too loud because it’s his turn. Ford closes the door quietly.

*end*

[leidensygdom]

ENNU EPILOGUE RECAP!!

OKay! So, our campaign ended! Yesterday was the 81 session, and last one of it- Our DM did a wonderful job at running it. We basically got to ask them for the scenes we'd like to see, and the session was built around that. It's been three years, so it was wild to see it come to an end! Here's a recap tho (a lil bit more focused on my blorbos since they're the ones you know)

The epilogue happened two years after the campaign's end, with a couple of flashbacks going some time back

First scene was welcoming Blasma (one of the party members), who had been on a trip all this time to heal her soul at her grandpa's dubious laboratory. She's pretty okay currently- if we ignore soul healing is something theoretically impossible. Probably many questionable things happened there. Osten traveled with her to make sure she was doing okay

Next scene was her welcoming party. A bunch of shenanigans happened. Yxala tried so play cool aunt, got her a motorbike. They ended in somewhat odd terms and my girl was trying so bad to get her trust again

Pulsar and Tephra- each polycule's kids- appeared to be overall terribly adorable. Yxala talked a lot about her Sweet Potato. Tephra is Yxala and Relé's biological kiddo (as evidenced by the branched horns), 6 months old, and just one of these big hefty babies who is starting to munch on everything (here's a token of baby her, and what she's like grown up!)

we also got to see the closure of Mythannae, Yden and Jorven's polycule! Myth and Yden recovered their enchanted clothing business. They specialize in magical clothing adapted to specific needs- Like fireproof clothing for fire genasi, helmets with bag-of-holding like pockets so you can put them on with horns, that stuff. Jorven has now been working on music again. (For context, Myth was my previous character before I switched for Yxala!)

Blasma's player also had an epilogue for his previous character- she's a tired old lady, who is now joining another tired old lady to get in politics. An improvement, given they were cops before that

Centi got to resurrect the weird celestial wife of an old teacher of hers- Who had been snatched up by Sol Ascensus and transformed into a monster. I can't wait to show Niereva to y'all tho, she's a bit of a weird aminal (a mantis/naga-like aasimar)

She may have done a fucked up pact with a psychopomp tho-

We had Yxala's, Relent's and Uri's wedding, we knew that was coming! It took Urion a long while to recover from after the Deep Lab, and they still struggle a lot with that they did as The Onirist

We had a scene of Urion's recovery. Initially they didn't even want to come to terms with being Urion- They were The Onirist. Relé had a hard time forgiving them too, bc they DID hurt Relent a lot. Yxala was a bit more fine about it, even after having her heart carved out by them.

they're all going to therapy lol

There's actually a cult to The Onirist/Ataraxia now though! Some people loved the idea of a godly machine that could solve everyone's hurts and ailments, and they're asking for them to come back and fix the world. maybe the mind control microchips were fine, y'know

(uri isn't doing great about this)

We had the ceremony- Money and seeds are given to the partners as a sign of prosperity and life. They're gonna have a great garden.

The polycule drank (alcohol-free) wine imbued with each other's blood too bc ceremonies there go hard- (this one is seen as a bit more archaic)

And a major exchange between marrying partners is expected. They exchanged basses- They had them custom made many decades ago, with Urion's being based on clouds (after Relé), Relé's being based on fire (after Yxala), and Yxala's being based on bismuth crystals (after Uri's). Now Uri has the fiery bass, Relé has the bismuth one, and Yxala has the cloudy bass

Urion was the bassist for Demonwire, a group they were a part of with some other anarchist friends. This bass has a very long history and it's very significative. Yxala was a bit shocked.

After that, the wedding after-party took place. Blasma set a date with Osten- They didn't actually get romantically involved up until now (and it's probably gonna be very slow still gfhudhdgf)

I forgot to mention this but Urion and Relent are now involved with an organization to help the people who were affected by the Deep Lab and The Onirist's actions. Uri had a very awkward interview about it.

We had few other closure scenes here and there. Finding out two other npcs are marrying, the fact the weird undead guy somehow has a new kid, that stuff- and then we went onto the final one

Which was a concert by Demonwire. Urion played with them for the first time in 12 years, and gave an awkward speech, and it was super sweet and just a great point to end the campaign in!

With that, we're now set to go play the next campaign- Which will happen 8 years after this epilogue (ten years after the end of the major campaign events). I'm going to be playing Siegmund, one of Yxala's kids, and I'm very excited for that.

Yxala won't be doing any major stuff- She's gonna still go fight corpos in the streets and she's going back to the Mecha Derby (did y'all know she was a mecha pilot in a sports competition lmao. I'm working on her pilot fit, it's cool!). Urion is going to be back on Demonwire, mostly to raise funds for those hurt by The Onirist and Ataraxia, and will have a bigger role coming up- Specially given Siegmund's (and Vyxander, his twin) have a lot to do with that. Relent will also be doing some major stuff, but it will remain spoilery for a time. He's got some big things to handle!

I may have cried a bit at the end because it's been so long. I'm glad the characters won't be fully gone. Next campaign will have a lot more lore stuff to gush about- We're going to adventure outside the city, and meet people from all over the world. There's a country that uses souls in place of nuclear fission. It's gonna be wild! (And thank you for reading-)

[hitchell-mope]

How I would have improved The Reality War.

First off. Make it longer by ninety minutes. Whitaker’s last episode was 87 minutes long. So it’s only right that Gatwa’s last episode is even longer than that.

Have the Rani take more credit away from Conrad. Have her gloat about how she made the wish world as awful as possible all on the back of a petty pitiful angry human.

Have the Rani go full Frankenstein and banish Omega back to where he came from. He is not the result she wanted. So she resolves to harness the Doctor’s dna, painfully, after he lets slip that Tecteun is the one who granted Gallifreyans the ability to regenerate by experimenting on him. The Timeless Child. So it all becomes a wee bit dire.

Have Ruby confront Conrad. Try to butter him up and appeal to his ego. And have it not work. So Ruby needs Anita and some Time Hotel employees to save her and Desiderium from Conrad’s rage and then Christofer can take him into UNIT custody.

Have the Rani hook the Doctor up to a machine that is a near perfect copy of what Tectueun used on him as a child. Which is of course accompanied by traumatic flashbacks.

Have Ruby or Kate or Mel or Rose reverse all the wish’s made by the Rani and Conrad. Then have all four of them rush to save the Doctor from the Rani’s machine.

Have Mrs Flood still get out of dodge before UNIT storms the laboratory. But have her call out the Rani on her, ah, inelegance before she leaves.

Have the Zero Room not work. Have Belinda in a blind rage of grief and mourning for what she knows wasn’t real. But what Belinda remembers is that the feeling was real. And have her beg the doctor to find Poppy. Not for herself. But just because it’s the right thing to do. And even though Fifteen is fighting off regeneration. He still goes.

Have Belinda remember the feeling of being a mother but she knows that it wasn’t real. And the space baby that Ruby tells her about still isn’t HER baby. So have her decide that travelling with the doctor isn’t worth the possible heartbreak of something like that happening again. So she leaves. And have her last scene be at work in the hospital arranging an appointment at an ivf clinic. A Maybe Ever After if you will.

Have Ruth appear to Fifteen instead of Thirteen. She appeared in episode five so there’s a precedent. Have Ruth tell him that he needs to let go. It’s time. Once he’s done with this last trip. He needs to let the regeneration happen. Have Fifteen bring the space babies back to UNIT and ask Ruby to help find them loving homes. Then he tells everyone to please stand back because they’ve seen what is about to happen before. It could get messy. He loves them all. And he regenerates. But not into Billie Piper though. Because in this. Fifteen regenerates into the form of someone’s who’s saved him over and over, time and time again across every single one of his lives. Somebody that he forgot and then remembered. Somebody that he saved from death at great personal cost. Yes ladies and gentlemen. In this rewrite. Jenna Coleman becomes the Sixteenth Doctor

[art-but-only-sometimes]

Maru 12 - 20 headcannon Heart Events!

🤖 12 heart event: (can only happen during summer) Maru sends you a letter and asks you to meet her at her house at midnight. She has planned out a date for the two of you to look at the stars and have dinner. She says she keeps thinking about that night she and you were looking at the stars before you started dating and wanted to have that moment with you again.

🤖 14 heart event: (can only get second option if alien event happens) maru stops by your farm at 11:30, she says she dropped by to see if any of the machines need any working on or may have broken down. You show her the machines that need a little tune up. After that she is getting ready to leave (Thanks for stopping by, I really appreciate it!) Maru says that she's glad she came too and gives you a kiss on the cheek before leaving. (actually I have something to show you.) She's curious about it and follows you. You show her the alien pod that's been on your farm for who knows how long. You explain to her that the pod just showed up one day. You really weren't sure what exactly to do about it. So you just left it there in hopes that it would just sort itself out. But one day you got up and it was completely empty. It had been ever since. Maru is just FACINATED by the alien tech that's just been sitting on your farm. She insists on taking back to her house and studying it as much as she can. (I'm not so sure that it's safe honestly I'm worried about what might happen if you take it. I don't want you to get hurt./ Sure I don't see anything wrong with that.) Picking option 1 will lead maru to be upset but she ends up siding with you. But asks if she could study it here with you watching for safety. You Agree. She thanks you. Picking option b maru is even more ecstatic that before, she gives you a hug and a kiss and you help her bring it up through her room the back way and down into her laboratory basement.

🤖 16 heart event: (the player would need to stop by while maru is working.) you head into the clinic and maru is at the front desk. She's glad to see you at first but then notices you're all scratched up. She looks worried and asks what happened. (I fell while I was working/ I was carrying some stuff and I tripped.) She's upset that you got hurt but is glad you're ok for the most part. She asks you to sit down and goes to the back to get some medical supplies. She explains since Dr. Harvey was in the back she would need to help you instead. She starts to bandage you up, telling you to be more careful next time and to take it easy. Talking about how there's only one of you and that she wants you to be as healthy as you can for as long as you can. She also says she wouldn't know what she'd do if you got really hurt. She gets a bit sad thinking about it. You hug maru, apologize, and say you'll be more careful next time. Dr. Harvey calls maru's name suddenly and she says she needs to get back to work. She says she'll see you later.

🤖 18 heart event: You stop by one day while maru is home. She is working on an invention in her room. She asks you if you could help her with something, she says she needs another pair of hands and promises you won't get shocked like last time. You agree and help her out. She tells you where to put your hands and guides you from behind. You can feel her hands on top of yours. You blush knowing that maru is so close to you. She asks you if you're all good. (I'm all good) If you say you're all good then maru goes and collects a wrench she forgot in a different part of her room (I'm good and you're really close.) If you say "I'm good and you're really close" she says she didn't think you were so shy. But she will try not to do it again if you don't like it. (no I'm good) you say back. She's glad and gets the wrench she needs to finish her invention. After she finishes she is behind you again. She tells you to let go and the device wurrs to life. She's super excited and is very glad it works. (That's amazing!) She's super happy that you came to help and that you are here to share this moment with her.(Kiss on the cheek I'm glad I came to help.) Maru blushes red. She's surprised you kissed her so suddenly but is glad you did and kisses you back. But on the lips this time.

🐚 ~ Marriage~ 🐚

🤖 20 Heart Event: same as maru's 14 heart event

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Maru's 12 to 20 headcannon done! This is taking way longer than I thought it would, but I'm on my way to getting them all done, only 3 left! Penny will probably be next.

Elliott 🪶/ Sam 🎸/ Sebastian🎮 / Alex 🏈/ Shane 🍕/ Harvey✈️

Maru 🤖/ Haley 📷/ Leah 🎨/ Abigail ⚔️ / Penny 📖/ Emily 🧵

[ccycloneblogging]

Here a idea how player/angel got turn into a honey badger smiling critter.

Sinch they are in a abandoned factory that semi active factories that filed with machine and equipmental scientist's laboratory stuff and strange and mysterious liquids. It wouldn't be to far fetched to say that player/angel trip or falling into a machine. By accident.

Answer under the cut!

Ooh, these are fun! I love the possible terror of the first option - mixed in with classic shock at the sudden change.

But just having them be a toon from the start as well? That's hilarious! Kinda reminds me a bit of Looney Tunes Back in Action - though man that movie has not aged well.

I've been playing with an idea of Bubba and DogDay discovering the news of CatNap being recalled, and these two actually saw drafts for a Critter design to replace them. (Which I have the perfect idea of the scientists come in to capture CatNap and replace them, but DogDay interferes - which gives CatNap the opportunity to bring the Hour of Joy to PlayCare... But I won't get too in depth yet)

But yeah! So perhaps the scientists started to create this honey badger vessel... I wonder if that means there'd be more vessels for possible additions to the critters? Hm...

But what do you think?

[zapreportsblog]

Entangled Webs

➥ summary: Spider Sunny is a superhero that shines light even in the darkest places of her dimension, once a normal college student named (y/n), she finds her life has taken a turn after her encounter with a radioactive spider

➥ a/n: I took inspiration from @liliacamethyst story “Web of Lies” note that this one shot is super long so if you have the time to read all this I applaud you

➥ angst one shot

As I stepped onto the college campus, excitement surged through my veins. This field trip to the famous Duskwood Laboratories was the highlight of our semester. Little did I know that this day would alter the course of my life forever. My name is (Y/n), and this is the story of how I became the superhero known as Spider Sunny.

The crisp morning air enveloped the campus, carrying the scent of autumn leaves. As our professor led us through the laboratory, my eyes widened with wonder. Countless scientific discoveries were made within these walls, but little did I know that fate had a surprise in store for me.

We arrived at a high-security section of the lab, filled with glowing, mysterious machines. Our professor explained that these were part of an experiment involving the manipulation of solar energy. As I gazed at the contraptions, a flickering neon sign caught my eye: "Radiation Exposure Zone: Authorized Personnel Only."

Curiosity compelled me. I couldn't resist the pull to see what lay beyond that forbidden door. As the rest of the group moved ahead, I slipped away, determined to uncover the secrets that awaited me.

Navigating through the dimly lit corridors, I finally reached the radiation exposure zone. The door creaked open, revealing a chamber bathed in an ethereal blue glow. I hesitated for a moment, but my insatiable desire for knowledge urged me forward. I stepped into the room, oblivious to the danger that awaited.

Within the chamber, a large glass enclosure housed an array of exotic spiders. The arachnids skittered and weaved intricate webs, their presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. I approached the glass, marveling at their delicate beauty.

One spider, in particular, caught my attention. It glowed with a vibrant golden hue, as if it had absorbed the essence of the sun itself. Drawn to its radiance, I extended a trembling hand, hoping to touch the creature. But as I did, fate intervened with a cruel twist.

Unbeknownst to me, the spider had been exposed to excessive amounts of solar radiation. As my finger brushed against its fragile frame, it sank its fangs into my skin. A surge of searing pain coursed through my body, causing me to stagger backward in shock.

I stumbled out of the radiation chamber, my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. Little did I know that this encounter with the irradiated spider would transform me in ways I could never have imagined.

Days passed, and the initial pain subsided, replaced by a newfound vitality coursing through my veins. I noticed subtle changes in my body—heightened senses, increased strength, and an uncanny agility. At first, I dismissed these alterations as mere figments of my imagination. However, it soon became clear that something extraordinary had occurred.

One sunny afternoon, while I was walking home from classes, a group of thugs cornered me in a deserted alley. Panic surged within me as their menacing presence closed in. It was in that moment of desperation that my dormant powers awakened.

Without warning, a brilliant light erupted from my hands, engulfing the assailants in a blinding radiance. They recoiled in fear, their cries drowned out by the intense energy pulsating from my palms. Instinctively, I had unleashed a torrent of sun beams, dispersing the danger that threatened me.

Stunned and exhilarated, I realized that I had become something beyond ordinary. I had become Spider Sunny, a superhero empowered by the very force of the sun. The spider's bite, combined with the solar radiation, had granted me extraordinary abilities.

In the days that followed, I honed my newfound powers, experimenting with the limits of my solar energy manipulation. I discovered that I could shoot concentrated sun beams from my hands, illuminating darkness and harnessing their warmth to protect the innocent.

News of Spider Sunny's exploits spread throughout the city, and I became a symbol of hope and justice. Each day presented new challenges, from rescuing innocent civilians to thwarting the plans of nefarious villains. But with every victory, I grew more confident in my abilities and more determined to use them for the greater good.

However, being Spider Sunny came with its own set of challenges. Balancing a double life as a college student and a superhero required careful juggling and utmost secrecy. My friends and family remained oblivious to my alter ego, unaware of the sacrifices I made to protect them and the city we called home.

As the sun set on that fateful day of the field trip, a new dawn had broken in my life. I was no longer just (Y/n), a regular college student. I had become Spider Sunny, a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness. My journey as a superhero had just begun, and I vowed to use my powers to make a difference, to bring hope, and to shine a light on the darkest corners of our city.

I swung through the city, my web-lines shooting out effortlessly from my hands. The cool breeze brushed against my face as I navigated the urban jungle, searching for any signs of trouble. As Spider Sunny, I had taken it upon myself to protect the innocent and maintain the delicate balance between justice and chaos.

On this particular day, I found myself facing a gang of criminals who had taken hostages in a downtown bank. With calculated precision, I descended upon them, startling them with my sudden appearance. As they turned their attention towards me, I could see the fear in their eyes. It was a fear I had grown accustomed to evoking in those who preyed on the vulnerable.

I moved with speed and grace, using my sun beams to disarm the criminals and free the hostages. The situation was under control, or so I thought, until a strange vibration coursed through the air. I felt a tingle at the base of my spine, warning me of something extraordinary about to happen.

A rip in the fabric of reality appeared before me, crackling with energy. A portal materialized, and from within, two figures emerged. One was clad in a futuristic suit, blue and red with glowing accents, while the other wore a more traditional red and blue costume, reminiscent of my own.

"Hello there!" the futuristic figure called out, his voice echoing with an otherworldly quality. "I am Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099, and this is my esteemed colleague, Spider-Man from another dimension."

I blinked in disbelief, momentarily frozen by the unexpected arrival of these two Spider-people. Was this some sort of elaborate prank or a hallucination brought on by the adrenaline coursing through my veins? Nevertheless, I composed myself, realizing that their presence might hold the key to unraveling the mystery surrounding my own powers.

"I am Spider Sunny," I responded cautiously, my eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What brings you to my city?"

Miguel O'Hara smiled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of wisdom and experience. "We have traveled across dimensions to seek you out, Spider Sunny. We are part of an elite group of Spider-Men and Women who protect the multiverse from threats that transcend time and space. We have sensed the emergence of your powers and believe that you possess the potential to become an invaluable member of our team."

My heart raced at the mention of a team of Spider-powered individuals dedicated to safeguarding the multiverse. It was a concept that stretched the limits of my imagination but also ignited a flicker of excitement within me. The prospect of joining forces with others who shared my abilities and understood the complexities of my life as Spider Sunny was undeniably appealing.

"Why me?" I asked, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "What makes you think I am worthy of this honor?"

Miguel O'Hara's gaze bore into mine, his expression unwavering. "Your determination, your sense of justice, and the way you have embraced your powers—all of these qualities make you an ideal candidate for our team. We believe in you, Spider Sunny, and we know that together, we can accomplish great things."

A whirlwind of emotions cascaded through my mind as I considered the invitation. Joining a team of extraordinary individuals would undoubtedly bring new challenges, responsibilities, and sacrifices. However, it also presented an opportunity to learn, grow, and make an even greater impact on the world.

"Give me some time," I finally replied, my voice filled with determination. "I need to weigh the implications and consider the responsibilities that come with joining your team. But know this, Spider-Man 2099 and your fellow Spider-Man: I am honored by your offer, and I will seriously consider becoming part of your extraordinary group."

Miguel O'Hara nodded approvingly, acknowledging my response. "Take all the time you need, Spider Sunny. We understand that this is a decision that should not be taken lightly. But when you are ready, know that the Spider-Men and Women of our team will be there, waiting to welcome you with open arms. Take this watch, turn it to earth 616, you’ll find us there.”

As the portal began to close, and the two Spider-Men prepared to depart, I watched in awe, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirling within me. The realization that I had caught the attention of an elite group of heroes dedicated to protecting the multiverse filled me with a newfound sense of purpose and excitement.

I swung back into action, continuing my mission as Spider Sunny, but with a renewed fire burning within my heart. The prospect of joining Miguel O'Hara and the other Spider-people in their fight against threats that transcended time and space intrigued me. It presented an opportunity not only to grow as a superhero but also to explore the vast multiverse and uncover its countless secrets.

For now, I would focus on protecting my city, honing my powers, and weighing the implications of joining this extraordinary team. The future held countless possibilities, and as Spider Sunny, I would be ready to face whatever challenges awaited me, whether it was protecting a single city or safeguarding the entire multiverse.

Days had passed since the unexpected arrival of Miguel O'Hara, the Spider-Man from the future, and his offer to join the elite group of Spider-Men and Women. The weight of his invitation hung in the air, lingering in my thoughts day and night. I knew that my decision would shape the course of my life as Spider Sunny, and I couldn't take it lightly.

After much contemplation and soul-searching, I had come to a firm resolution. I was ready to accept the offer and embark on a journey that would take me beyond the confines of my city and into the vastness of the Spider-Verse. I understood the challenges and responsibilities that lay ahead, but the opportunity to join forces with other Spider-powered individuals, to learn from them and contribute to the greater good, was too enticing to pass up.

With my decision made, I contacted Miguel O'Hara and informed him of my acceptance. He expressed his delight and explained that preparations would be made to facilitate my transition to the Spider-Verse. One crucial element was the gift he had mentioned—a watch that would enable me to traverse the dimensions and explore the multiverse.

A few days later, I took a glance at the sleek, futuristic-looking watch adorned with intricate spider motifs that sat on my desk, the anticipation within me grew as I carefully fastened the watch around my wrist. The moment of truth had arrived.

I pressed a small button on the side of the watch, and a holographic interface appeared before me. It displayed a map of the multiverse, with countless interconnected pathways and destinations. With a sense of awe and trepidation, I selected my desired destination—Earth-616, the central universe from which the Spider-Verse originated.

As I activated the portal, a surge of energy enveloped me, causing my surroundings to blur and distort. Colors bled into one another, reality bending and warping before my eyes. The sensation was both exhilarating and disorienting, like being caught in a whirlwind of cosmic forces.

When the vortex finally subsided, I found myself standing on unfamiliar ground. The air crackled with a sense of familiarity, yet everything appeared different. The skyscrapers reached towards the sky, but the architecture, the people, and even the very essence of the city exuded a unique energy. I had arrived in Earth-616, the heart of the Spider-Verse.

I took a moment to absorb my surroundings, the cacophony of sights and sounds filling my senses. The bustling city streets were filled with people, some adorned in colorful costumes, others displaying extraordinary abilities. It was a world where heroes and villains coexisted, where the impossible became possible.

As I navigated through the vibrant cityscape, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and humility. This was a place where the legacy of Spider-Man and his countless incarnations had thrived, where the spirit of heroism burned bright. I was but a single thread in the intricate web of this universe, a newcomer to this world of wonder.

But I was not alone. I had entered this universe to join a team of Spider-Men and Women, and I was eager to meet them, learn from them, and contribute my own unique abilities to their cause. Miguel O'Hara had assured me that they would be awaiting my arrival, ready to guide and support me on this extraordinary journey.

Following the coordinates provided by Miguel, I arrived at a hidden base, nestled within the heart of the city. As I entered, I was greeted by a chorus of familiar voices, each belonging to a different Spider-powered individual. The atmosphere was charged with camaraderie and a shared sense of purpose.

The Spider-Men and Women welcomed me with open arms, their costumes representing a myriad of variations on the iconic red and blue. I was introduced to Gwen Stacy, known as Spider-Gwen, a talented musician with spider-like abilities from an alternate reality. There was also Peter Parker, the original Spider-Man, whose experiences and wisdom had guided generations of heroes.

As the team gathered around, Miguel O'Hara stepped forward, a proud smile on his face. "Welcome, Spider Sunny," he said, his voice carrying a mix of warmth and authority. "You have taken a leap of faith and embraced your destiny as a defender of the multiverse. We are honored to have you join our ranks."

The words struck a chord within me, reinforcing my belief that I had made the right decision. In this world of spider-powered heroes, I had found my place—a collective of individuals dedicated to protecting the balance of the multiverse, to ensuring that justice prevailed across countless dimensions.

As we settled into our new surroundings, our discussions turned to the challenges that lay ahead. The Spider-Men and Women shared stories of their past encounters, their triumphs, and their struggles. I listened intently, soaking in the wealth of knowledge and experiences that surrounded me.

I realized that this journey was not just about fighting crime and facing villains—it was about personal growth, about becoming the best version of myself. The Spider-Verse was an endless expanse of possibilities, and each day brought new lessons and new alliances.

Months had passed since I had accepted Miguel O'Hara's invitation to join the elite group of Spider-Men and Women. Together, we had patrolled the multiverse, fought against formidable foes, and protected countless dimensions from the forces of evil. But amidst the chaos and heroism, a secret connection had begun to bloom—an affair as forbidden as it was intoxicating.

Miguel and I had forged a bond that extended beyond our shared responsibilities. Late-night conversations turned into stolen glances, and casual touches ignited a fire within us. It was a connection that defied the boundaries of our roles as leader and team member—a connection that was both exhilarating and dangerous.

One evening, as the team gathered for a debriefing, I found myself alone with Miguel in a secluded corner of our headquarters. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and the weight of our unspoken desires hung heavily in the space between us.

"Miguel," I whispered softly, my voice laced with a mixture of longing and uncertainty, "there's something I need to talk to you about."

He turned to me, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and caution. "What is it, (Y/n)?"

Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts, the words stumbling out in a rush. "I can't deny the connection between us, the way we've grown closer over these past months. But... I can't help but feel that our relationship is more than just friendship or even colleagues. And it scares me, Miguel."

He studied me for a moment, his expression guarded yet filled with a hint of understanding. "I know what you're feeling, (Y/n), and I can't deny that there's a strong attraction between us. But we have to be careful. We can't let our personal feelings interfere with our duties as heroes."

His words pierced through me like a dagger, a stark reminder of the boundaries we had unwittingly crossed. I had hoped for a different response, a validation of my emotions, but instead, he had reinforced the walls that separated us.

"I understand," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just needed to...express my feelings, to let you know that this connection, however forbidden, is real to me."

Miguel's gaze softened, a flicker of regret passing across his eyes. "I'm sorry if I've led you on, (Y/n). It was never my intention to hurt you. This affair, if we can even call it that, was merely an escape, a way to release stress amidst the chaos of our lives. I thought we both understood that."

His words struck me like a blow to the chest. I had hoped for something more—a shared connection, a deeper understanding. But it seemed that Miguel saw our encounters as nothing more than a means to an end.

I nodded, blinking back tears. "I understand, Miguel. I won't let my personal feelings get in the way of our mission. I will continue to serve alongside you, as a member of the team."

Silence hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. The spark that had once ignited our interactions had dimmed, overshadowed by the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. It was a bittersweet realization—a painful understanding that the person I cared for didn't reciprocate those same feelings.

From that day forward, our relationship changed. We remained professional, our interactions focused solely on our duties as Spider-Men and Women. But the longing, the ache in my heart, remained as a constant reminder of what could never be.

As we swung through the city together, fighting crime and protecting the innocent, I couldn't help but steal glances at Miguel—my heart yearning for a connection that would forever remain out of reach. I buried my true emotions deep within, hiding them behind a facade of strength and determination.

The team, oblivious to the emotional turmoil within me, continued their heroic endeavors, united in their purpose. I played my part, fulfilling my responsibilities with unwavering dedication, all the while concealing the depths of my emotions from those around me.

In the midst of our adventures, I found solace in the company of my fellow Spider-Men and Women. Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker, and the others became pillars of support, offering understanding and friendship when I needed it the most. Their presence reminded me that I wasn't alone—that there was strength in unity, even in the face of unrequited love.

As Spider Sunny, I had become accustomed to facing danger head-on, braving the unknown, and fighting against formidable foes. But nothing could have prepared me for the revelation that would shake the very foundations of my life.

It had been months since my affair with Miguel O'Hara, the Spider-Man from the future, had come to an abrupt end. We had buried our connection deep within, keeping our emotions hidden from the world and each other. Yet, life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it, and it was during a routine check-up that I received news that would forever change my destiny.

I sat in the doctor's office, my mind consumed by a swirl of thoughts. The room seemed to close in around me as the doctor delivered the life-altering words, "You're pregnant."

Pregnant. The word echoed through my mind, reverberating with a mix of excitement and fear. A surge of conflicting emotions washed over me, and for a moment, I found it difficult to catch my breath.

As the doctor continued to speak, explaining the implications and offering guidance, I could feel the weight of the secret pressing against my chest. I knew the truth had to be shared, that the father of my child deserved to know, but the circumstances surrounding our relationship had become complicated and fragile. The fear of rejection and the knowledge that he might not want me or the baby gnawed at the corners of my mind.

Determined to confide in someone, I sought solace in the company of Peter Parker, Peter had been a mentor and a confidant throughout my time as Spider Sunny, and I trusted him implicitly. It was his guidance that I sought, his wisdom that I hoped would help me navigate the tumultuous path ahead.

With a heavy heart, I approached Peter, my voice filled with trepidation. "Peter, I need to talk to you about something important. It's..."

Peter's eyes widened, concern etched across his face. "What is it, (Y/n)? You look troubled."

Taking a deep breath, I gathered the courage to reveal my secret. "I'm pregnant, Peter. I found out a few days ago. But the father... he wouldn't want me or the baby."

Peter's brows furrowed, his gaze filled with empathy. "I'm so sorry, (Y/n). That must be incredibly difficult for you. But remember, you don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you, whatever you decide."

Tears welled up in my eyes as relief mingled with the overwhelming weight of the situation. Peter's support meant the world to me, but the fear of revealing the identity of the baby's father still held me back.

"I appreciate your support, Peter," I replied, my voice quivering with emotion. "But for now, I need to keep the father's identity a secret. It's complicated, and I'm afraid of what might happen if he finds out."

Peter nodded understandingly, his voice gentle as he spoke. "It's your choice, (Y/n). I respect your decision. Just remember that keeping such a significant secret might bring its own set of challenges. If you ever need someone to talk to or help in any way, I'm here for you."

Gratitude washed over me as I realized that I wasn't alone in this journey. Peter's unwavering support offered a glimmer of hope amidst the storm that raged within me. With his guidance and the strength of our bond as fellow heroes, I knew I could face the uncertain path that lay ahead.

In the days that followed, I grappled with the magnitude of the secret I carried. The physical changes in my body became more pronounced, a visible reminder of the life growing within me. It was a bittersweet experience, filled with both joy and sorrow—an intimate connection with my unborn child that I nurtured while shielding them from a world that might not welcome them.

As Spider Sunny, I continued to fight crime, protect the innocent, and uphold the legacy of the Spider-Men and Women. But beneath the mask, the weight of my secret threatened to consume me. The fear of rejection and the uncertainty of the future cast a shadow over my every decision.

In the depths of the night, as I swung through the city, my mind would drift to the father of my child—the man who had ignited a spark within me, yet remained unaware of the life he had helped create. I yearned for his embrace, for his understanding, but the reality of our complicated past stood as a barrier between us.

Days turned into weeks. My belly would soon be swelled with the growing life within, a visible reminder of the responsibility I carried. The bond between mother and child strengthened, and with each passing day, I became more determined to protect and cherish the miracle that had been bestowed upon me.

The knowledge that I would soon bring a new life into the world filled me with a profound sense of purpose and determination. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, I would face them with unwavering strength and resilience. My child would know love, would know the sacrifices I had made, and would know that they were born from a union that, despite its complexities, had brought forth something beautiful.

The air crackled with tension as I stood before Miguel O'Hara, his eyes blazing with a mixture of concern and anger. We had just returned from a mission, one in which my recklessness had resulted in a dangerous injury. A gash marred my forehead, a painful reminder of the consequences of my impulsive actions.

"You were completely reckless out there, (Y/n)!" Miguel's voice boomed, his frustration seeping through every word. "You endangered not only yourself but also the lives of those around you. We can't afford these kinds of mistakes."

His words stung, igniting a fire within me. How dare he berate me like this, after all I had sacrificed and all the risks I had taken? The pain of my injury fueled my anger, and I refused to back down.

"I did what I had to do!" I shot back, my voice laced with defiance. "Someone was in danger, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. If I hadn't acted, they might not be alive right now!"

Miguel's eyes narrowed, his tone laced with frustration. "I understand your desire to help, but you have to think about the bigger picture. We have a responsibility to protect the multiverse, and that means making calculated decisions, not acting on impulse."

I clenched my fists, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and hurt. The weight of his words bore down on me, amplifying the self-doubt that had been brewing within me for far too long. Was I really as reckless as he claimed? Had I let my emotions cloud my judgment?

Tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of frustration and anguish. "Maybe you're right, Miguel. Maybe I'm not cut out for this. Maybe I should just quit."

The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air. Miguel's gaze softened, a flicker of regret passing across his face.

"Is that what you truly want?" he asked. "To give up on everything we've fought for? To abandon the team, our mission?"

With a mixture of resolve and sorrow, I reached for the watch he had given me—the portal to the Spider-Verse. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I gazed into Miguel's eyes, my voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

"I'm done," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm done with the arguments, the risks, the uncertainty. I'm done with being apart of this”

Before he could respond, I set the watch to my own universe, the place I had once called home. With a flick of my wrist, I threw the watch back at Miguel, the small device spinning through the air before he caught it with a bewildered expression.

"You can have it back," I said, my voice filled with a mix of resignation and determination. "I'm going home."

As the portal opened before me, a surge of energy enveloped me, transporting me back to the familiar sights and sounds of my own universe. The Spider-Verse faded away, replaced by the reality I had known before my journey began.

I stood alone, my heart heavy with a sense of loss. The bond I had shared with Miguel and the team had been shattered, and I had chosen to walk away from the life I had once embraced. It was a bittersweet realization—a painful acknowledgment that sometimes the path we think is right for us isn't the one we ultimately choose.

Months had passed since I had made the difficult decision to leave the Spider-Verse and embark on a new chapter of my life. I had forged a different path one that was forged by me being both Spider Sunny and just plain old (y/n). As I stood on the precipice of this new journey, anticipation and nervousness intermingled within me.

The sun cast a warm glow through the windows of my home, illuminating the room where I had meticulously prepared for the arrival of my twins. Gabriel and Gabriella—the names I had chosen for my precious little ones. The names held a deep significance, symbolizing strength, resilience, and the hope for a bright future.

As the contractions intensified, I steadied myself, drawing upon the strength I had honed as a hero. But even with my training and resolve, I knew I couldn't face this alone. I needed support, reassurance, and a reminder that I was not alone in this daunting but miraculous journey.

And so, as if sensing my needs, a knock echoed through the door. Opening it, I was greeted by the sight of Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, and Pavitr Prabhakar—the Spider-Men and Women who had once fought alongside me in the Spider-Verse. Their presence filled the room with a sense of familiarity and comfort.

"Hey, (Y/n), we heard the news and wanted to be here for you," Peter said, a warm smile gracing his face. "You're not alone, you know. We're here to offer our support, every step of the way."

Tears welled up in my eyes as gratitude flooded my heart. Their unwavering presence, the solidarity they offered, reassured me that I had made the right choice in confiding in them. I nodded, my voice filled with emotion. "Thank you, all of you. Your support means the world to me."

As the contractions came in waves, the Spider-Men and Women sprang into action. Peter, with his years of experience, guided me through the process, offering words of encouragement and reassurance. Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr worked together to prepare the room, ensuring everything was in place for the arrival of Gabriel and Gabriella.

Hours turned into an eternity as I labored, my body wracked with pain and anticipation. But through it all, the presence of my newfound family offered a beacon of hope, a reminder that I was not alone. Their voices, their touch, their unwavering support became my lifeline, giving me strength when I thought I had none left to give.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity, the moment arrived. Gabriel and Gabriella entered the world, their cries filling the room and my heart with an overwhelming flood of emotions. Tears streamed down my face as I gazed upon their tiny, delicate forms, marveling at the miracle of life.

Peter, Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr surrounded me, their eyes filled with joy and wonder. Each Spider-Man and Woman took turns holding Gabriel and Gabriella, their presence symbolizing the web of love and support that had brought us together.

"They're beautiful, (Y/n)," Gwen whispered, her voice filled with awe. "They're a testament to the strength and love within you."

Miles nodded in agreement, a smile playing at his lips. "They're going to grow up surrounded by heroes, by people who will love and protect them no matter what. We're family, (Y/n), and that bond extends to your little ones too."

Tears of joy streamed down my face as I held Gabriel and Gabriella for the first time, their warmth and innocence grounding me in the present moment. They were my legacy, a reflection of the love and strength that had carried me through the trials and tribulations of my journey.

In the days that followed, Peter, Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr continued to support me, offering assistance and guidance as I navigated the challenges of motherhood. Their presence became a constant in my life, a reminder that I had found a new family—one that was born not of blood, but of shared experiences and a bond forged in the fires of heroism.

As Gabriel and Gabriella grew, they thrived in the loving environment we had created. They were surrounded by heroes, individuals who embraced their unique abilities and taught them the values of courage, compassion, and resilience. The Spider-Men and Women became more than just mentors and friends—they became guardians, guiding Gabriel and Gabriella along the path of heroism should they choose to follow it.

In the months that followed, Gabriel and Gabriella would hear stories of their birth and the incredible support that had surrounded their entry into the world. They would grow up knowing the love and sacrifices their mother had made, and they would understand the significance of their names—their connection to strength and hope.

The sun dipped below the horizon as I swung through the city as Spider Sunny, my heart filled with a mix of exhilaration and purpose. Today had been a day like any other, with crime-fighting and protecting the innocent at the forefront of my mind. But as the night settled in, a sense of anticipation mingled with weariness, signaling the end of my duty as a hero for the day.

As I approached my home, exhaustion weighed heavily upon my shoulders, my muscles aching from the physical exertion and emotional toll of the day. Opening the front door, I stepped into the familiar embrace of my sanctuary, eager to shed the mantle of Spider Sunny and embrace the role of a mother.

But as I crossed the threshold, a chilling realization settled upon me like a dark cloud. Silence greeted me instead of the laughter and playful chatter of my children. Panic gripped my heart as I called out their names, their absence echoing through the empty rooms.

Frantically, I rushed through the house, searching every nook and cranny, hoping for a sign, a trace of where they might be. It was as if they had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only an eerie emptiness that threatened to consume me.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stumbled upon the babysitter, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Where are my children?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of desperation and anger.

"I... I don't know," she stammered, tears streaming down her face. "I put them to bed, just as you asked, and then... they were gone when I went to check on them."

Dread gripped my soul as I realized the magnitude of the situation. My children, my precious Gabriel and Gabriella, had been taken right from under my nose. Fear and anger surged through me, intertwining with a sense of guilt for not being there to protect them.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I dialed the emergency number, my voice barely above a whisper. "My children... they're missing. Please, help me find them."

The minutes that followed felt like an eternity, as I provided the authorities with every detail I could recall—their descriptions, their habits, anything that might aid in their search. All the while, the weight of guilt pressed upon me, a relentless reminder of my failure to keep them safe.

Days turned into weeks, and the search for Gabriel and Gabriella yielded no significant leads. Desperation clawed at the edges of my sanity as I delved deeper into the investigation, piecing together the fragments of information, hoping to unearth a clue that might lead me to their whereabouts.

The day started like any other, the sun casting its warm glow over the city as I swung through the streets as Spider Sunny. But the tranquility was shattered when Miles Morales, the Spider-Man from another dimension, appeared before me in a state of panic.

"(Y/n), I... I don't know how to say this, but something has gone terribly wrong," he gasped, his voice filled with urgency. "Miguel's A.I. Lyla has gone rogue, and it claimed that your children are anomalies that need to be eliminated."

My heart stopped, the words reverberating through my being like a thunderclap. Anomalies? My children, Gabriel and Gabriella? The very thought sent a chill down my spine.

"Miles, what are you saying?" I stammered, fear and confusion intermingling within me. "Where are my children? Are they safe?"

Miles took a deep breath, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Peter arrived and took them. He said it was his duty, that they had to protect your children from Lyla because she’s gone crazy.”

Shock washed over me, a maelstrom of emotions threatening to pull me under. My children were gone—torn from my embrace and thrust into a world beyond my reach. The gravity of the situation settled upon me, and I could feel the weight of grief and determination intertwine within my soul.

With a trembling voice, I whispered, "Miles, take me to Miguel. I need answers. I need to understand what's happening."

Miles nodded, his gaze filled with empathy. "I'm sorry, (Y/n), but Miguel's A.I. Lyla has shut down all communication with the outside world. We need to find another way to reach him, to uncover the truth behind this madness."

Together, Miles and I embarked on a mission—a desperate quest to find answers and reclaim what had been taken from me. The Spider-Verse shimmered around us, its vastness and complexity a reflection of the multiverse we traversed. Reality became fluid, shifting with each step we took, as we navigated the labyrinthine corridors of time and space.

As we delved deeper into the Spider-Verse, I could feel a change within me. The weight of loss and uncertainty transformed my very being, altering not only my perspective but also my appearance. No longer did I resemble the Spider Sunny I once was. Instead, I became Spider Stormy—a reflection of the opposite version of myself, a testament to the dichotomy within.

Miguel needed to be confronted. His A.I had been spreading lies about my children, labeling them as dangerous anomalies. But I knew the truth. My children were extraordinary, not dangerous, and I would not let him tarnish their reputation any longer.

"Stop, (Y/n)! You can't do this!" It was Lyla, Miguel's AI companion.

"But (Y/n), you don't understand! It's for your own good!" Lyla pleaded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and concern.

My gaze softened, understanding Lyla's intent, but my determination remained unyielding. "Lyla, these lies have gone on for too long.”

Lyla took a step closer, her voice trembling. "Please, reconsider.”

It was time to take matters into my own hands.

Lyla's eyes widened with a mix of worry and desperation. "Please, (Y/n), I'm just trying to protect you. There has to be another way."

Without waiting for her to respond, I turned away from Lyla and busted open the door to Miguel’s headquarters.

Miguel's surprised face met mine as he glanced at me, his expression shifting from confusion to guarded skepticism. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

I locked eyes with Miguel, my voice steady and unwavering. "I want the truth.”

I then turn my eyes to Lyla who had been nearby, “ I want you to stop spreading lies about my children."

It was like her personality did a whole 360; Lyla scoffed, her disbelief evident. "Your children? Those anomalies? They pose a threat to everyone around them!"

Anger surged through my veins, fueling the storm raging inside me. The room crackled with electricity as I summoned my newfound abilities. A flicker of lightning danced in my eyes, a manifestation of my resolve.

"I won't let you tarnish their names any longer," I declared, my voice crackling with the intensity of a thunderstorm. With a swift motion of my hand, a surge of energy surged forth, engulfing Lyla's AI systems. Sparks flew as her circuits fried, rendering her temporarily inert.

Miguel stumbled back, his face a mix of shock and fear. "What... What have you done?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

The room was suffused with tension, and I could feel his wary gaze on me. It was time to confront him about the lies Lyla had been spreading regarding my children.

"Miguel," I began, my voice firm but tinged with a mix of anger and disappointment. "I need to talk to you. It's about the things that’s been told about my..my children.”

Miguel's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he folded his arms across his chest. "So those two anomalies are yours? Very well, What about them? I've only been told the truth by Lyla…well up into you destroyed her.”

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "No, Miguel, you haven't. The truth is that my children are not dangerous anomalies. They possess unique abilities, yes, but they are not a threat to anyone. They are just like any other children, children like Peters daughter Mayday, same her really and with extraordinary gifts."

Miguel's skepticism was evident as he raised an eyebrow. "Extraordinary gifts, you say? I find that hard to believe, especially considering the information I've been given."

A pang of frustration shot through me as I realized the depth of the deception that had been perpetrated against my family. I needed to explain the extent of it all to Miguel.

"Miguel, listen carefully. Lyla, has been altering my children's data in your database. She has been distorting their profiles, making them out to be more dangerous than they truly are. I discovered her actions recently through Miles, and that's why I'm here today."

Miguel's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of realization crossing his face. "Lyla? Are you saying she tampered with the information? But why?"

I shook my head, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and betrayal. "I don't know why she did it, but I won't let her tarnish my children's names any longer. I won't allow her lies to continue shaping people's perceptions."

Miguel leaned against the edge of his desk, his expression conflicted. "I trusted Lyla. I never thought she would do something like this. But why would she go to such lengths?"

I met his gaze, my voice steady but laced with determination. "I don't have all the answers yet, but I believe she acted out of fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of what my children's abilities could mean for the world. But fear shouldn't justify spreading falsehoods."

Silence settled between us, heavy with the weight of revelations and shattered trust. Miguel seemed lost in thought, his eyes distant. After a moment, he spoke, his voice laced with remorse. "I should have been more cautious, more vigilant. I let Lyla's influence cloud my judgment."

I stepped closer, a glimmer of hope rising within me. "Miguel, it's not too late to make things right.”

[lazy24circus]

This is mint the sad clown

Name mint

Age 21

Occupation sad clown

Species omni mutant and water mutant

origin of mint the sad clown

when she was 5 she was an intelligent girl who was friends with scarlet and spring time when they were kids who worked at springtimes dads circus

and were in the circus olympics unfortunately a competitive rival with other circuses were wanting to win for anything even the world tour and after winning in russia they were going to italy to win another world tour for japan but a italian stunt man Antonio bribed the fake judges and hold the real judges hostage and a gang and a japanese assassin named akimitsu. unfortunately mint wasn't there do to being late and somewhat the gang broke into mints trailer and mints grandmother was fighting back and mint was hiding under a table. 2 hours later mint came back only to realize they lost the trip to japan and scarlet and springtime blame her for not coming and told her they don't need her help. she was sad sitting on a bench next to tree but she got shot in the head by the japanese assassin and was still alive but in a coma for. 6 years. What really happened after she was in coma (turns out the security guards showed real evidence and saved the real judges and blamed Antonio but Antonio dies by akimitsu because he knows what will go wrong if he is almost exposed too. Mints dad Alastair was in great shock and remorse including Raphael springtimes dad and Alejandro Scarlets dad but they want to see if they can use anything to get help but they accidentally pressed a button to a secret location where it's revealed Alastair is a British assassin and after being exposed Alastair assaulted and brutally injured them as a result of what would happen if he got exposed and when his wife ava found out about this he was a about to shot her in the spine with a revolver thinking that she is betraying him by calling the cops but harper his mother gotten in the way she was very upset in tears and emotional pain after she said this

Harper what are you doing you're causing chaos, if this has something to do with your job being exposed then please drop the gun and quit this assassination.

Alastair you don't get it I wanted to get my respect from them and you. I studied for you,I worked hard for them,I deserve the credit and deserve my own respect from the circus and you...........but you made your last wish.

He tries to shoot his wife but harper got in the way and

He shot her in the spine

And he says this

Why did you do that

Harper says this

Alastair please no

Raged Alastair says

I'm done listening to you

and runs off to find the assassin

In Japan he was in the middle of a small war that happened in a town and had to fight back.

When he tries to find akimitsu in his hiding place he left a note saying he's here in the facility catch me if you can

When he goes to the facility he finally meets him and tries to reason what would happen if he messes with him

Alastair exposes the rest of the evidence of akimitsu

With the help of Japan's finest detective Komatsu

And beats him senseless with 100 hits.

After that he decided to find his daughter but when he found her in the laboratory he went inside and everyone saw him scared and confused. But his wife told him that they were finally making a new gateway to our peace and you destroyed it and you destroyed me ,I'm sorry but you have to go. After that he left saddened yet very upset but he accepted this fate unless he gave up his assassin life he will finally be a better person.)

Now about where mint was

Harper took mint to japan to find the finest scientists and magic sorcerers there.

She planned on making a machine that could still make her healthy with the help of science and magic at once.

Scarlet and springtime felt bad and depressed

So they promise mint that they'll give her what she wants

And the japan show olympics event was canceled because the ringmaster didn't want to do it after the small war

So they just took the japan tour prize with a large amount of cash.

And they took a tour of Japan for a week with free hotel rooms

When they were gathering everything and packing the circus to go to America thanks to the cancelation everyone just won the prize. But before they could go they check on mint who is in a regenerative chamber and harper predicted that she'll wake up for 6 years. So they apologize about treating her like no one sees her or gets to know her because they were so busy and they promise to give her the trophy of talent and all the prizes to her with a free apartment room in japan Tokyo to live in. When she wakes up she only remembered a few things and she doesn't remember her brilliant education. As she looked in the windows she realized it's been six years.

She decides to go after detective Komatsu gives her an id,her history and her membership in Magical academy and clown school and clown college.when she goes outside she takes a bus to sakura park and finds miss positivity walking in the sakura park looking happy but she was then surprised that she saw mint because she knows mint. Harper spread the word about mints miracle that she'll be alive and well. Mint is somewhat confused but tells her if she could be a part-time clown to work in her funtown center and miss positivity said yes.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

6 Things to Know About NASA’s Lunar Trailblazer

Feb. 26, 2025

The small satellite mission will map the Moon to help scientists better understand where its water is, what form it’s in, how much is there, and how it changes over time.

Launching no earlier than Wednesday, Feb. 26, NASA’s Lunar Trailblazer will help resolve an enduring mystery: Where is the Moon’s water? After sharing a ride on a SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket with Intuitive Machines’ IM-2 launch — part of NASA’s CLPS (Commercial Lunar Payload Services) initiative — the small satellite will take several months to arrive in lunar orbit.

Here are six things to know about the mission.

1. Lunar Trailblazer will produce high-resolution maps of water on the lunar surface.

One of the biggest lunar discoveries in recent decades is that the Moon’s surface has quantities of water, but little about its nature is known. To investigate, Lunar Trailblazer will decipher where the water is, what form it is in, how much is there, and how it changes over time. The small satellite will produce the best-yet maps of water on the lunar surface. Observations gathered during the two-year prime mission will also contribute to the understanding of water cycles on airless bodies throughout the solar system.

2. The small satellite will use two state-of-the-art science instruments.

Key to achieving these goals are the spacecraft’s two science instruments: the High-resolution Volatiles and Minerals Moon Mapper (HVM3) infrared spectrometer and the Lunar Thermal Mapper (LTM) infrared multispectral imager. NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California provided the HVM3 instrument, while LTM was built by the University of Oxford and funded by the UK Space Agency.

HVM3 will detect and map the spectral fingerprints, or wavelengths of reflected sunlight, of minerals and the different forms of water on the lunar surface. The LTM instrument will map the minerals and thermal properties of the same landscape. Together they will create a picture of the abundance, location, and form of water while also tracking how its distribution changes over time and temperature.

3. Lunar Trailblazer will take a long and winding road to the Moon.

Weighing only 440 pounds (200 kilograms) and measuring 11.5 feet (3.5 meters) wide with its solar panels fully deployed, Lunar Trailblazer is about the size of a dishwasher and relies on a relatively small propulsion system. To make the spacecraft’s four-to-seven-month trip to the Moon (depending on the launch date) as efficient as possible, the mission’s design and navigation team has planned a looping trajectory that will use the gravity of the Sun, Earth, and Moon to guide Lunar Trailblazer to its final science orbit — a technique called low-energy transfer.

4. The spacecraft will peer into the darkest parts of the Moon’s South Pole.

Lunar Trailblazer’s science orbit positions it to peer into the craters at the Moon’s South Pole using the HVM3 instrument. What makes these craters so intriguing is that they harbor cold traps that may not have seen direct sunlight for billions of years, which means they’re a potential hideout for frozen water. The HVM3 spectrometer is designed to use faint reflected light from the walls of craters to see the floor of even permanently shadowed regions. If Lunar Trailblazer finds significant quantities of ice at the base of the craters, those locations could be pinpointed as a resource for future lunar explorers.

5. Lunar Trailblazer is a high-risk, low-cost mission.

Lunar Trailblazer was a 2019 selection of NASA’s SIMPLEx (Small Innovative Missions for Planetary Exploration), which provides opportunities for low-cost science spacecraft to ride-share with selected primary missions. To maintain a lower overall cost, SIMPLEx missions have a higher risk posture and lighter requirements for oversight and management. This higher risk acceptance allows NASA to enable science missions that could not otherwise be done.

6. Future missions will benefit from Lunar Trailblazer’s data.

Mapping the Moon’s water supports future human and robotic lunar missions. With knowledge from Lunar Trailblazer of where water is located, astronauts could process lunar ice to create water for human use, breathable oxygen, or fuel. And they could conduct science by sampling the ice for later study to determine the water’s origins.

TOP IMAGE: Sunlight gleams off NASA’s Lunar Trailblazer as the dishwasher-size spacecraft orbits the Moon in this artist’s concept. The mission will discover where the Moon’s water is, what form it is in, and how it changes over time, producing the best-yet maps... Credit: Lockheed Martin Space

LOWER IMAGE: Fueled and attached to an adaptor used for secondary payloads, NASA’s Lunar Trailblazer is seen at SpaceX’s payload processing facility within NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida in early February 2025. The small satellite is riding along on Intuit... Credit: SpaceX

[buzzybee3]

I need help-

I have two au’s in my head atm and can’t decide which one too start on, kinda leaning towards greenhouse cause it’s like based on true event ft me. But I wanna see what some people think

Au 1: Experiment Au

Ships:

Y/n x sun/moon

Bonnie x Glamrock Freddy

Y/n parents:

Human: (tbd these are just filler names if anyone has suggestions) Sandra and Martin (younger siblings Reily and Alya)

Animatronics: Bonnie and Freddy

Y/n age: 17 when kidnapped, 19 during main story

Y/n Story: on family trip to the Pizzaplex with family, they are just leaving the area and she goes to the bathroom at a gas station across the street. Vanny happens to be around and kidnaps them on their way out. They wake up 3 months later in a laboratory, before being put back under again

Y\n behavior: Sassy, loves kids, nice, has an attitude when needed, calmer later on but still very jumpy, forgetful (thank god for tech), likes listening to music while in the daycare.

Y/n appearance: nothing specific, but for self insert, long hair, freckles

Y/n likes: Chicken nuggets, gets along with Vanessa, like both sunlight and dark places, stickers, rock en Español(specifically la flaca, lives playing it and one day sun hears it and it goes as one would expect),

Y/n dislikes: fazbear management, rowdy kids(nothing they can’t handle), sudden changes in light, cherry flavoring,

Names for Venus- Sun: Morning Star, sunshine, sunspot, Moon: Evening Star, moonlight, starlight, star,

Au 2: Greenhouse AU”

Timeframe: post ruin

Ships: Y/n x sun/moon

Y/n parents: tbd but not mentioned. Godparents are, they are important to story(tbd if you guys have any name ideas shoot): aunt/godmother: Yelina uncle/godfather: Rafael godsiblings/cousins: Ulices and Maddy

Y/n age: 23

Y/n story: they always wanted a greenhouse, grew plants all the time. Their godparents had land in Arizona, and they had surrounding land that hadn’t been bought yet. Y/n decided to buy it once they were older, and they have the land now, 3 acres, plus the two acres from her godparents that she used to build her house on.In her house she had a ton of plants, it is somewhat small but cosy, she has a giant garage for robotics and stuff since she had always wanted to work with that, and they make small little guys similar to helpy. Once they begin construction on their land they start looking for workers, there was going to be the main greenhouse area which they would tend to, a restaurant in the center, a small daycare for kids of adults who wanted to go to relax, and a small cafe, all inside the giant greenhouse. They start looking when someone catches their attention, they went out on a ride with their cousins on ATV’s and found robot parts by the mountains, that seemed to be mostly intact, they looked like the sun almost, and considering every time y/n found machine parts they would take them, they decided this time would be no different, they place the animatronic in their lap and continue their ride as per usual, and going fast over the bumpy parts of the dirt makeshift road because that is always fun. Once they make it back to the land, they show their find to their godparents, who are thrilled! And their cousins are excited too. They take them to their garage with the help of their godfamily and get to work on fixing up some damaged wires and cables, and also cleaning up the shell and endo skeleton. The animatronic seems yellow, like the sun, it reminds them of something but they can’t place it. Then they turn it on and shenanigans ensue.

Y/n behavior: Nice, assertive, loves doing fun or dangerous stuff(ridding atv’s at 60 mph on dirt paths on the mountain) but also loves arts and crafts, is good with kids but never wanted them, which is why the greenhouse has a daycare, like to joke around a lot, and hanging out with their cousins even if they make fun of them sometimes, they have a ton of hobbies like sewing, crocheting, 3d printing, drawing, building crafts out of cardboard, 3d modeling, and building with legos.

Y/n appearance: is often seen wearing gardening clothes, a sun hat, or mechanic clothes and a bandana(that they made by crocheting it)

Y/n likes: doing crafts, dangerous things like riding the atv’s, having fun, relaxing, robots, sun/moon, learning about psychology, always 3d printing stuff, playing Mexican music over the greenhouse speakers(like la flaca) especially in the restaurant,

Y/n dislikes: karens, people destroying their plants in the greenhouse.

Y/n nicknames: Cabron(a), Sunshine, sunspot, moonlight, star,

Silly moments and memories: y/n is sitting with her grandma by a fire pit with their family, she notices she is eating peanuts, they ask if they could have any, and grandma pulls an endless well of peanuts out of her pocket, with some candy, surprise lol. The whole family just looks in shock at grandma, like how tf???

They had a piñata one day to celebrate Christmas and a hook was sticking out, so y/n gets a small gash on their hand (horizontal from the base of their thumb to the other side of the hand(no this is not very specific wdym)) while blindfolded and going at it on the piñata. (Yea y/n is sorta Hispanic I’m sorry but it’s so fun to write that stuff)

So what do you guys think?