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[ninjaliike]

just got tickets for the d23 exclusive oogie boogie bash night and i’m so excited ahsdkjfdsfd 

[certainlynotasimp]

Hii, i think a good idea for a one shot could be that there's a canon event where the spiderperson!reader have to do the iconic Spiderman kiss in their universe, like Spiderman 3 (toby's one) with Gwen stacy or whoever you want, but they are in a relationship with Miguel LMAOOO btw im sorry if there's something wrong with the grammar, english is not my first language <3

Rewrite the Stars

((Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader))

A/N: A non Sunny x Miggy post? How odd for me lol. I’m so sorry this is super late and to everyone whose requested, I’m working slowly but surely on y’all’s stuff. If you wanna read some stuff in the meantime, here’s the Masterlist and feel free to join my discord.

A/N: I tried doing the you/yours pronoun thing because this isn’t a Sunny fanfic but I really don’t like it lol.

Warnings: Jealous Miguel?, Unrequited/Forbidden? Love, Female Reader/Female Pronouns, Barely use of Y/N, and no Spanish this time ((I’m trying to find a new translator and hopefully an editor))

The universe.

One of life’s greatest mysteries. A mass of stars and galaxies that housed so many lives within its many pockets. The lives of so many people whose lives were already written within its cloudy arms and their ends cemented in its pools of nothingness.

A beautiful cycle of cruelty and destiny.

A cycle that was the reason for your utter misery as you sat at a bar listening to your dimension’s Ben Riley blabber on about some football game you cared nothing about.

His oblivious brown eyes sparkled at the fascination with the game as his dimpled smile accentuates his sharp jawline. The warm lights from above caused a healthy glow to bounce off of his shaggy blonde hair, almost making him look like an angel. You can see why Spiderverse assigned him as your love interest.

In your earth’s canon, you were a typical woman who had gotten bit by a radioactive spider during a high school field trip and you spent your entire high school experience thrashing goons instead of chasing boys. Even helped take down some aliens with the Fantastic Four and the Avengers at times before college finals. Spiderwoman was New York’s beloved hero and the cockiness of being its one and only SpiderWoman quickly got into her head.

That was until six months ago.

Six months ago, you were fighting the Vulture over the Empire State Building when another, more mutated version of the same villain appeared. They both decided in your state of delirium over the doubles that you would be a good plaything.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, I didn’t ask for a combo with my chicken!” A feminine spider’s voice screeches as she avoids the hooked talons of the erratic variant.

The two villains took turns flying menacingly around the scope of buildings to throw the hero off of their location while the other swooped in and tries to rip her throat out.

As she attempts to escape the feathered monster, its companion would come and slice away the web of salvation, continuing the vicious cycle.

Blood blinded her vision as the loud ringing at the base of her skull grew louder. The causes of that annoying alarm grasp their razor claws into her shoulders before sweeping her exhausted body into the air with a victorious snarl.

‘I guess this is the end…’

As the heavens draw closer to her doom, her life hanging up by the slicing of her muscles and bones, a glimmer of fate happens. The warmth of a flash barely registers as the first ache disappears with a startled squeak and a burly force. The sudden change in feeling takes her breath away as she suddenly begins to plummet below.

Her eyes quickly adjusting to the suffocating drop, she can see that one of the Vultures was now fighting an even more prominent blue figure, his howls of pain and unintelligible cursing heard from the stumbling brawl.

As the flash from her familiar foe reaches around the building, she shoots her web at him and used him as a glider.

“Time to ground you, birdie!” She yells as she throws the villain through a window. Catching her grip on the building, she looks at her new foe in the sky and the wind is knocked out of her from the sight.

The man who saved her was in a futuristic spider suit with his mask now off. His dark hair flutters in the wind as the setting sun makes his tanned skin glow. His red eyes glare at the wiggling mutant as his full lips pull back into a snarl. His jaws open revealing a set of large fans before he plunged them into the mutant.

Who the hell is that?

~~~~~~~~~

“(Y/N)?…” Ben frowns as he realizes his date was lost in her thoughts.

You snapped out of your head and fake an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I was remembering something….”

That wasn’t a complete lie. You remembered the day you met Miguel O’Hara. The Spiderman of the year 2099 and the leader of the inter-dimensional Spider Society. The anomaly that had come into your world had brought the two together and you were recruited due to your stubbornness, much to Miguel’s annoyance.

~~~~~~~~~

“No.” His annoyance dripped from these words as he glares down at you. You were caught in wonder at the idea of there being other Spidermen and that they worked together to stop the collapse of the entire universe. The thought seemed too good to be true that you just had to ask if you could join until those red eyes shot your dream through the heart.

“What do you mean ‘No’?” You ask in disbelief. Your own eyes glared deep into his soul as your hands balled into fists. “I’m a Spiderman just like you! How could you-!”

“You are not like me.” He coldly snaps at you, your ranting briefly interrupted as the man towers over you. His clawed hand grasps your face as his glare sets a spark of fury down in your chest.

“You will never be like me and you will never-!” “Is that our new recruit?” A smooth British accent appears behind Miguel as a spiked-headed Spiderman peeks around his bulking figure.

“No, she’s-” The tall punk pulls you away from Miguel with a mischievous laugh as he introduces himself. “Ello, love, my name is Hobie. Hobie Brown.” He leans down with a sly smirk as his mischievous attitude infests your being like a plague. “Just play along, mate. Let’s riffle this wanker’s undies.” He whispers as you giggle.

“Nice to meet you, Hobie.” I allow a sly smirk to slide onto my face as I look back at the now very annoyed Miguel. “My name is (Y/N) and I’m happy to join.”

~~~~~~~~

The distant sound of screams filters through the bar as the distinct sound of a car being tossed into another building.

Looking at my gizmo disguised as a watch, you realized that the canon event was starting.

~~~~~~~~

“You did well today,” Miguel admits under his breath. Looking at him in shock, you realize that he wasn’t scowling like he normally was. He had a softer expression, his eyes shining with approval as his lips quirked into a mimic of a smile.

The mission had almost gone rouge with the escape of a prowler and him hiding low in a crowded dimension. Despite the obvious danger, Miguel opted to go alone like usual, but his lack of spider sense caused him to get caught up in a trap. Talons and Fangs don’t really help if you can’t exactly move around to use them, so he ended up taking serious blows.

Luckily, you managed to get there and tumble with the villain long enough for the others to rescue Miguel, and the team managed to recapture the prowler. Of course all of them looked pretty bad injuries wise, but the look Miguel had as you sat there bandaging up his wounds made it worth it for some odd reason.

“Thanks Boss.”

~~~~~~~~

June 27th : SpiderWoman of Earth 648 will rescue love interest, Ben Riley, from an attack against The Rhino….

The roaring of the mechanical beast fills the panicked screams of the patrons as the sinking feeling falls in your chest. Ben is quick to play the hero like any guy would as he grabs your arm and drags you out towards the emergency exit. Just like the timeline said it would.

You use the chaos to your advantage as you pretend to trip and get lost in the crowd of people struggling to escape from the emergency exit.

~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean by that?!” I snapped at an irritated Miguel.

Lyla was surprisingly quiet as she watched the duo argue. Miguel whips around at you as his ruby eyes scorched into yours. His talons point at you accusingly as he reiterates your next canon event.

“On June 27th, you are going to be out on a date with Ben Riley. The Rhino is gonna attack that street and you’re gonna save everyone, and afterwards you’re gonna have to kiss him.” His frustration evident as his permanent frown creases.

You stare into his eyes in defiance as you coldly utter, “No. I’m not gonna kiss Ben Riley.”

“And why not? He’s your love interest!” Miguel exclaims, obviously more furious than before. “You’re the Peter to his MJ. You gotta kiss him because you’re destined to be.”

“I don’t love him! I don’t even like his whiny ass!” You snap as you felt your frustrated tears roll down your face.

It’s true. Before you joined this team, you would have been thrilled that you were destined to be with Campus Hunk Ben Riley. He was everything you could ever want from a guy. He was good looking, sensitive, athletic, and social able. The all around good guy you would be proud to bring home to your folks.

But…

Sharp grasp on your shoulder alerts your attention back to Miguel as he slams you back against the desk. His eyes burning embers as he glares down at you.

~~~~~~~~~~

Changing into your spidersuit, you began to fight The Rhino with a distracted daze in your movements.

The memory from a week prior burning in your mind as you sloppily avoided cars and harsh blows. After a few well timed flips and back kicks, the brute decides to throw a large street cleaning truck towards the alleyway. Just like Lyla predicted when she handed you the file.

The Rhino is gonna throw a street cleaner towards the alleyway where Ben is. SpiderWoman will stop the truck before impact and sling it back towards The Rhino ending the fight.

~~~~~~~

“And why is it that you are being so difficult?!” He snaps as his fangs glimmer from his scowl. A cute trait you used to love about him until it was pointed at you. “You are no better than a spoiled child with how you are acting so you better have a good fucking reason!”

You growl back at him with a tear rolling down your enraged face.

He had no right to argue with you about your life, not when he’s the one making it difficult.

~~~~~~~

Shooting a web out towards the buildings, you catapulted yourself into the air and landed in front of the truck. Quickly reusing the web with some enforcements, the truck was bounced back to the The Rhino. The enormous foe gets trampled by the machinery as the crowd cheers for SpiderWoman’s dreaded victory.

“Way to go SpiderWoman!!” A familiar voice joins the crowd as I see Ben on the ground, obviously he either tripped or fell back to avoid the truck. You offer a hand towards him as you thank him softly.

“Thank you.” I faked the smile in my voice as the crowd disappears, leaving the two of you in the alley way.

~~~~~

Finally snapping at him, you yell out in fury,

“BECAUSE HE’S NOT YOU!”

With a frustrated slap to Miguel’s face, you run past him and escaped back to your dimension, heartbroken over how the events to come and what just happened that despite everything you couldn’t change fate.

No matter how many times you fell asleep during long nights talking on his observation deck. No matter how many playful sparring matches turn into flirty comments. Not even the little gestures of bringing the grumpy spider his coffee and him bringing you some sweets during meetings could change that the star already written your path.

You fell in love with a man who isn’t meant to be yours.

~~~~~

It’s been a week since that fight and you still haven’t seen or heard from him. It hurt to know that your confession was brushed aside while you had to continue the continuity. You half at least expected him to be here to make sure you at least followed through with the canon event.

“Would you like a swing home?” I offer just like I’m supposed to. The moment that was meant to be a nervous beginning to a love story felt like the beginning of heartache as I watched a blush form on his face.

“Sure,” he answered before a flash of realization that his date was suddenly not with him. Another trait you wouldn’t have noticed if you were as in love with him as you were suppose to be.

“Hey my date isn’t here…I think she got hurt or lost during the panic.” His concern caused a pang of guilt to stab her in the chest.

Recovering quickly, you shoot out some webbing and playfully hang upside down infront of him. “Well I guess that swinging date will have to be postponed.”

“Wait it was gonna be a-!”

Quickly, you pulled down the mask enough to deliver a quick peck to his rambling mouth. You force out a giggle as he stood looking at you flabbergasted.

“See ya, Riley.” You swing off as the man bumbled to even ask how you knew his name.

Lyla just said it was a kiss, not a what kind of kiss.

With a heavy heart, you swing back home as you tried to remember that this was all for the sake of the canon. That Miguel didn’t care for you the way you did for him. You tried your hardest to tell your aching heart that those past few months were you just making too much out of nothing.

You mournfully entered your apartment through the bathroom window you normally kept unlocked . You stripped away the skin tight fabric before wrapping yourself in the familiar comfort of your robe as you exited the room into a dim lit living room.

You heart stick in your chest as you see Miguel standing there in your living room in his bright blue spider suit and a beautiful spring lily in his hand.

“Miguel? What are you doing here?…” You ask as yoy warily approach him, scared he’s gonna do something to you.

He shakes his head, refusing to answer as he hands you the flower. It’s soft white petals shining in the pale moonlight as you smile fondly at it. They were your favorite flower. Something you told Miguel a million times before.

Before you could thank him for the kind gesture, a soft thump above you alrets you to look up. A spindle of glowing webbing cascaded down the ceiling with the large spiderman now suspended upside down from it. His free hand caresses the side of your face as his eyes stared softly into yours.

“I can’t change the canon, mi amor…” he whispers sadly before mischief lights up his molten gaze. “But we certainly can try to rewrite the stars for us.”

An excited nod from you causes his chest to rumble as he pulls you into a slow passionate kiss.

You were glad this is a canon event for spider men despite it not going as planned.

[atlasmarzz]

..heey.... so funny story this is all shit and giggles its not supposed to be good. my friends and i have a server on discord dedicated to talking and gushing about leon. we were talking and naturally came up with the scenario? idk i wantes to write something so happy first post on this app! its also REALLY long i got so distracted and wanted a whole ass story.

"he is so lana del rey" (ABSOLUTELY RANCID GRAMMAR WARNING)

NSFW warning! read at your own risk? uuhh, leon eats you out, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), riding, praise kink?

you stood at the stove in the kitchen Leon and yourself shared. faint music playing in the background as you stirred the pasta that was currently boiling. at the moment, leon should be driving home from a tiring mission in the city today, what better thing to do than treat him with dinner?

as if your thoughts were the cue to the world, the familiar sound of a black jeeps' tires rolled into the drive way. the excitement of seeing your fiancé after a long day bubbled into your chest. you untied the apron that protected your clothes and hung it up, waiting patiently for the door to open.

the door handle wiggled slightly at the sound of keys attempting to unlock it. as soon as the click was heard, so was the creek of it swinging open. an extremely tired leon came slowly walking in, shutting the door behind him.

he was silent as he removed his work shoes and bomber jacket, sighing with content from finally being home. he stretched his muscles softly, trying not to cause pain. the smell of the pasta roamed the air.

"im home, love" he called out as his feet crept towards the smell.

"in the kitchen!" you yelled back, adding the sauce into the drained noodles.

your eyes were focused on the food infront of you, so you hadnt noticed leon coming up behind you until his hands snaked around your waist. his head rested on your shoulder as he spoke quietly.

"it smells nice," your spine tingled from his touch and voice, but you had smiled none the less, "i missed you today." he spoke again, leaving a light kiss on your shoulder.

"i missed you even more," you reply, spinning around in his grasp and wrapping your hands around his neck.

you leaned up and connected your guys lips quickly. when you pulled back, he had a small smile dancing on his features and his eyes were dull in the light. he pulled you closer into a hug, holding your body like it was glass.

"i dont think thats possible" he retorted, resting his head on yours as he rubbed small circles into your lower back.

you laughed lightly, trying to pry from his grip, "whatever helps you sleep at night, kennedy" you teased, turning around to continue cooking.

he rubbed his face and backed away to let me cook, "im gonna go shower, that mission was rough" he muttered the last part and you frowned lightly, "feel free to join" he finished as he walked up the stairs, leaving your face red.

he was such a god awful tease to you and he knew how riled up you got about it. you shook your head free of lewd thoughts and finished the pasta. you grabbed two plates from the cupboard above and plated it neatly, setting it on the counter, hoping it would cool in the time he showered.

over time, the steam from the pasta stopped and leon came down the stairs in a black tshirt and grey sweatpants. he knew exactly what he was doing to you when he wore them.

"you didnt have to, love" he said, kissing your head softly before grabbing a fork and digging in.

"well, you always work so hard, its the bare minimum to just cook you food" you shrug, taking a bite as well.

he chewed quickly and spoke again, "its delicious too, im surprised you didnt light the house on fire" he laughed before taking another bite.

"hey!" you shouted, shoving his shoulder playfully, "guess i wont cook for you anymore" you scoffed, rolling your eyes and twirling pasta around your fork.

"im teasing you, you know" he spoke with pasta in his mouth, smiling slightly.

"if you keep talking with food in your mouth, you can return the engagement rings" you retort, waving you fork at him and finishing your plate.

you ran the plate under warm water and set it delicately in the dishwasher. drying your hands with a towel, you looked up at leon with a cock eyebrow and pursed lips

"you love me too much" he said smoothly as he rinsed his plate and set it next to yours.

he stood infront of you and mirrored the position, clearly mocking you. you rolled yours eyes again and huffed out

"i hate you" you finally blurted, but he knew you meant nothing of those words

without responding, he lifted you and threw your body over his shoulder playfully, "mhm, like youll be saying that in about.. 30 minutes" he tilted his head in estimation.

"leon scott kennedy! put me down you-" you thrashed, but his grip on your back only tighten as laughter filled the air. you decided to give up, knowing where this was going anyways.

he used his free hand to open the door to your shared bedroom and closed it with his foot. he gently dropped you onto the freshly made comforter and leaned down to kiss me.

the kiss was light on your lips, but heavy in emotion. he broke it slightly, supporting his body on his forearms that trapped your head. he kissed the corner of your mouth and trailed them from your cheek, to jaw, and to your neck.

you tilted your head up and back into the blanket, giving him better access to leave red and purple marks. a ligjt gasp left your mouth as you tangled your fingers within his sandy blonde hair when he reached your sensetive spot, just like he always does. you had felt his lips curl into a smile as he continued to kiss and lightly bite the same area.

"leon- stop that-" you breathed out, hands going to grip at his biceps and push him back.

he leaned up to get a better look at your face, reaching up to remove hair from your view, "hm? you know.. your body talks more than your mouth." he whispered, his hands riding up your waist underneath your shirt, his cold hands makimg contact with warm skin, making you jolt.

you turned your head away in to sheets, trying to hide the embarrassment just because you know hes right. your thighs were pressed together to attempt at any type of friction due to lack of attention.

he noticed this action right away, his hands resting on your waist again, "see? arent i always right?" he asked lowly, his hands coming down to lift the shirt over your head.

he leaned down again and left light kisses and bites on your collarbone, trailing down to your chest, and down to your stomach. you opened your mouth the protest but no words came out. he was now knealing on the floor infront of your laying figure on the bed.

your hands came up to unclip the bra you had been wearing since leon skipped right past it. you had sucked a breath in as your chest had been hit with the cold atmosphere of the room. you looked down at leon as his eyes were glossed over with hunger.

his index fingers hooked the band of your shorts and panties. he looked up at you for the go ahead and you nodded, slammimg your head back into the bed as he slid them down to the floor, disregaurding them somewhere in the room.

"i thought you said you hated me?" he asked as he used his hands to spread your thighs apart, his breath hitting your soaking cunt.

"leon please dont-" you reached down and tugged on his hair, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment.

"dont what, bunny? use your words now" he said, looking back up at your pathetic face.

"dont fucking tease-" you manage to stutter out, trying to lift your hips away from him.

he used his arms to pry your legs open and his hands to keep your hips down, completely restricting from resistance. he began leaving light kissed on your lower left thigh, working his way up but skipping over where it needed him most and going to your right thigh, repeating the same actions.

you whined out, "leon just- please" you begged, tugging at his damp hair again.

"well, considering you asked so nicely" he gave in, leaning in to kiss the top of your pelvis.

he dove his tongue out, flattening it against your clit and then harshly flicking his tongue around. he latched his lips around it, sucking like he would never get the chance again. he removed one hand off your hips and used it to prod at your soaked hole.

"l..leon! oh.. mph!" you gasp out, hips bucking at the feeling of his mouth working you to oblivion.

"hmm?" he asked, still having his lips connected to the bundle of nerves he was toying with, the vibration of his words sending a shockwave through your body.

without warning, he plunged his middle finger into your sopping arousal, making you let out an audible moan. his finger worked back and forth, hitting that spongey spot over and over again as his tongue sucked and lapped at your clit. he added his ring finger now, stretching your hole out and doubling the pleasuring spot he hit.

the coil in your abdomen only grew tighter the more and more he worked at you, "fuck leon- im gonna-" you squeeked out, arching your back as your thighs shook slightly.

he pulled his head back to speak, "go ahead, bunny" he encouraged, letting you release onto his fingers.

your hole clenched around his digets as your orgasm hit like a rock, leaving you breathless and leons chin covered in saliva and the wetness of your core.

he removed his fingers slowly, getting back up to kiss you. you tasted yourself on his tongue as he dominated your mouth again. he wiped his fingers onto the blanket before leaning up and removing his own shirt.

"are you alright, love?" he asked sweetly, towering over you and kissing your forehead.

you nodded slowly, trying to regulate your breathing from your high. you opened your eyes to meet his loving gaze, his slightly dried hair dipping infront of his face as he looked down at you. "im alright" i whisper, finally getting your voice back.

he only smiled before latching his lips back to yours, pulling his sweats and boxers down in one swift motion. he kicked them somewhere with your discarded clothes and stood between your legs. he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting it still as he went to wipe it away with his thumb. he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing your hips and pulling you up with him.

"youre being so good for me tonight, yeah? wanna be even prettier and show me how much you want this?" he muttered into your ear, helping you situate each leg around his own.

your sensetive cunt hovered over his hard on. your eyes were hazy as you looked almost down at him. you nodded and used your hand to guide his cock under your entrance. once you deemed it possible, you slowly sunk down onto him, taking in his length bit by bit. you dropped your head into the crook of his neck as you whimpered incoherent sentences.

his hands drew small circles into your back, his breath hitching as your pussy wrapped tightly around his shaft, sinking painfully slow, but he had to let you adjust. "its okay, love, take your time" he whispered, kissing the side of your head. his hands made their way down to your hips to help you.

after a moment you decided to slam your entire body down on him, "fuck! mm leon!" you moaned out, biting his shoulder as your nails clawed at his back.

he lifted his head, opening his mouth in a silent groan. "fuck, bunny, you take me s'fucking good" he muttered, gripping the flesh of your hips harshly.

you got the confidence to start rolling your hips back and forth, picking up the pace and building a momentum that felt right. you shoved your face into his neck again to prevent yourself from screaming out. "mph- so fucking full le- mmph!" you cried, working even faster.

he mumbled jabbled words of praise, his hands guiding your movements for support. he felt your nails dig into the muscles of his shoulders, creating vial red scratches along the surface. he didnt mind, he wore them so proudly whenever he did anything shirtless. he felt his release approaching as your pussy clenched down on him with every movement. "just like that my love- fuck" he breathed out

your words became nothing but begs and pleads for the band to snap in your core. your movements became faster but sloppier, you would do anything to finish at this moment, but you needed more. you lifted your head to look at leon in this moment, his hair tousled and sweat lining his forehead.

you pressed your forehead to his, "m fuck leon im gonna- so close" you muttered as leon reached every sensetive spot inside of you.

"me too- gonna come soon bunny-" he whispered, trapping your lips in a wet opened mouth kiss.

with a few more finally rolls of your hips, your band snapped again and you yelped out, "fuck! leon- i-" you said, your gushing cunt squeezing tight around him.

"i know, love, i know" he muttered, releasing himself into you, letting your head fall onto his shoulder and pant out, too tired to get off of him, "lets get you to bed, hm?" he offered, lifting you off of his cock, watching his release leak out of you. he layed you down softly and got up, grabbing a towel and cleaning you up.

he pulled his own sweat back on before pulling your panties back up and throwing his black tshirt over your head. you felt half asleep when he picked you up and slid under the covers with you his arms. he wrapped his arm around your waist and used the other one to prop his head up, watching over your sleepy figure.

"i love you leon" you mutter, your eyes falling closed and putting you to sleep.

"told you so" he said triumphantly and closing his own eyes, letting his own sleep find him, "love you too, bunny" he whispered with a kiss on the back of your head.

you both fell asleep, his arms holding you like you were glass

[howmanyholesinswisscheese]

Welcome!

It’s come to my attention I don’t have an intro post (could’ve sworn I did but it’s disappeared somewhere) so here it is :)

NOTE: Fam FAQ under the cut :D

Hello!

You can call me Arthur or Art

He/him 🏳️‍⚧️ (pronouns.page)

Peppa pig was not my sexual awakening she just made me sound British. Yes I’m the guy who gave the Good Omens Mascot dad issues. No comment.

I’m aroace but it’s all a bit hand wavy, autistic, trans masc (ish???), and overall a bit of a mess. Enjoy my flailing.

I write fics sometimes

Primarily a Good Omens blog, with a hefty serving of shitposting and family drama.

DMs and asks are open, I’m always up for a chat. I mean it. Tap on the glass. TAP ON IT.

Send me writing prompts!

More info under the cut (fandoms, other sites, tags)

Fandoms I’m into right now:

Good Omens (primarily)

Dead Boy Detectives

Sherlock & Co (COME YELL AT ME ABOUT THEM)

And various other random stuff if I feel like it

Other things I post/rb about:

Asexuality

Neurodivergence

Writing

Adoptive family drama (under #the fam)

And shitpostery.

Other sites I’m on:

AO3

Discord - DM me for that if you’d like it

The Fam FAQ

It terrifies me that this is at a point that I must make an FAQ, but I will.

"Arthur, what the fuck is the fam?" you ask.

I don't know either. All I know is I've managed to amass several adoptive children, a mother, a brother, multiple niblings, a wine aunt, and a reputation.

I'm your dad. Your cishet deadbeat dad. That is the extent of the information available to my bewildered brain.

"How can I join the fam? Do I need to be good friends with you?"

Just send me an ask!!

Good news, the fam is like a subway sandwich: there are so many options available to you and you don't need to know the names of any of them to point and go "hey underpaid customer service worker, I want that one". Point is, I love you, welcome to the fam.

"But Arthur, what's my role?"

*Commercial voice* To chose from, you have...

adoptive child (very popular option. i will call you champ whether you like it or not. and bonus: chat with me over games of catch or golf like a true cishet dad does, and permanently be a better child than @weirdly-specific-but-ok will ever be)

nibling (general version of niece/nephew) (join @queermarzipan and @hoarder-of-dragons, i will still call you champ even though im your uncle)

grandparent (aka one of my or my (absent) wife's parents, this is @hell-hath-no-fury-like-love, my disapproving mother)

sibling (be the weird aunt/uncle to, like, seven or more strange and traumatised children)

by request, you can also become an in-law if you find a willing maggot to marry (@random-doctor-on-the-internet happy now)

i can't think of any other relations but if you come up with one YOU ARE COMPLETELY FREE TO CLAIM IT

you can be anything -- in the end of the day, you'll always be better than @weirdly-specific-but-ok :D

My tags:

#let me tempt queue — queue tag

These others I really should implement but half the time I forget. Good luck.

#arter speaks — my own posts

#arter writes — any sort of writing or prose I end up doing

#arter flails — long reblog chains, general idiocy

#arter gets needlessly patriotic — I somehow seem to post a lot about australia. I don’t even like it here.

#the fam — I have somehow managed to adopt several children, I try to tag our shenanigans with this for Memories, feel free to block it as they often take the form of very long rb chains

#arthur's snazzy gomens teacher au -- what it says on the box. Tags for my good omens teacher AU: "Love As A Hallway And Several Novelty Mugs".

#arthur’s numerous adoptive children #and niblings — adoption records

Don’t really have any others. This blog is as unorganised as my thought process.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Song birds

Tommy x Reader

I’m writing this in class cause I’m bored as hell :)

You had been a fan of Wilbur and Tommy for what feels like forever. And now you where finally at a Lovejoy concert. Little did you know, behind the curtains Tommy had been watching you in awe. The show was ab it to start but the four older boys where far to busy teasing Tom about his red cheeks to me nervous. Wilbur started the series of events. “Ooooo Tommy’s blushinggggg” and then Mark chimed in “oh? Is it front row with the merch on?” You had snagged some front row tickets and where wearing you Tommy merch. Joe poked the blonde in the cheek while Ask kicked at the leg of Tommy’s chair. Wilbur decided to have some fun before the show. He walked on stage making the whole stadium go up in cheers. “HELLO EVERYONE” he yelled into the mic, getting an uproar of greets from the crowd. “Now now everyone, while I know you’re here to look at Ash’s gorgeous face…” the crowd shouted in joking agreement “… there’s a person in the front row who caught Tommy’s eye, and by that I mean he’s been staring like a creep for the past twenty minutes, so!! You in the first row, the [hair color] in the Tommy merch! Are you single?” You stared in shock as your favorite musician pointed the mic at you. You shook your head. “THEY’RE SINGLE!” The crowd cheered, making you smile. “Well then, can I invite you backstage after the show? Because I swear if I have to listen to Tommy talk about you all night I will rip my ears off” you giggled and nodded your head again. “LET’S FUCKING GO!” Wilbur cheered, the crowd following suit. —After the show— You where in shock when the security guards offered you her hand to walk you around the barricade, unlocking the door to the back stage area. When you walk back the boys seem more excited then you, which you think is impossible, you’re literally shaking. “Hi” you mutter and Mark holds out his hand for you to shake, you take it. “I hope you liked the show” Joe spoke up. “I did! Y’all killed it” you smiled and Wilbur thanked you before continuing “so, about Tommy! Im so sorry if that made you uncomfortable” you rapidly shook your head. “No no no, it’s really sweet!” You looked up and that’s when you saw a bright red Tommy in the corner being dragged out of the changing rooms by Ash. Eventually Tommy walks up to you and hold out his hand, you shake it the the both of you just look at each other. “Uhm, can I get your Discord?” You giggled at Tommy’s (lack of) dating skills and entered your discord into the notes app on his phone. You spent the next fifteen minutes talking to the band, it was a dream come true. After you went home you saw a Discord notification. Tommyinnit: “hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the next concert with me, free of charge. Then maybe we could get lunch after?” You smiled and responded y/n:“that sound lovely🫶”

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LET’S GOOOO btw I’m probably gonna make this a series!

[phdmama]

im not sure if this is the right place to ask this but do you have any advice about writing or posting fic after nearly a decade? the last time i posted fic it was a very different fandom and i was 13 ish. what i am struggling with specifically is that last time i wasnt really thinking about including themes or accurate characterisations etc. and the new fandom i want to write in is much smaller and has some incredible writers. the prose is so good with incredible diction, different styles and literary techniques.

so essentially i've stalled because im so focused on trying to incorporate these things that i just end up not writing anything. i think its also a general lack of confidence maybe?

thank you :)

Hi pal! Sorry it took me so long to answer you - I spent yesterday shoveling and today at work!!

I feel like there are maybe two different things in your ask here? There's the issue of writing (especially in a new fandom) and then there's the issue of posting and wanting people to actually read your stuff!

I know this is such a cliche but I really do actually believe this, which is - when it comes to writing, YOUR VOICE MATTERS! Sure you can absolutely emulate the work you're loving (and there's nothing wrong with that! I've certainly done it, I think a lot of us have, especially in the beginning), but it sounds like you're maybe forgetting the most important part. Which is this, in my opinion. Your story is valuable because it's YOURS. No one else can tell it. That's where all the stuff about "write what you want, for you" comes in.

What would you write if you could let go of all of the expectations you're burdening yourself with, to live up to other people's writing, and just let yourself write?

In part - it's so much easier to edit than it is to write (at least that's true for me, my fellow writers, PLEASE feel free to add on to this). The first draft is just for getting it out of your head - from there, you can focus on the craft part of it (if you want to!), really honing your narrative and characterizations and whatnot. But write the first draft and let it be ugly.

In terms of breaking into a new fandom, especially a small one, well. I dunno, but for me, I do love some very rare pairs and when I find something new, I get really excited! So I'm betting there's an audience for your work - it might be small, but dang, I bet it's enthusiastic.

For connecting with people, well. @allwaswell16 has really great enthusiasm for self-promotion (and I'm so bad at it, but she's NOT wrong) - write your fic, make a fic post, post it and reblog it. Tag it!

I know for me, I'm probably too shy to reach out to people and say hey! pls read my fic? But if you haven't made some fandom connections as like, a fan, that might be worth doing as well - not to get people to read your work, but to have other fans to celebrate with! I've made some incredible friends simply by shrieking in the comments on the fics and then stalking them on Tumblr to yell at them some more about how much I love their work. (All in complete sincerity too.)

I am pretty bad at Discord and writers groups and stuff, but maybe there are people there to connect with as well?

And like, a thing I want to be really clear about is, it's 100% okay (and like, super normal?? I think??) to *want* people to read your stuff! I write for me, I share it because I want other people to like it too. it does take time to build up those connections usually, but again, I'm guessing that people who love that pairing are going to be excited for someone who's excited to join in.

Anyway, just some off the top of my head rambling - please please feel free to come back if I can be of any other support? xox

[voxiiferous]

BUG'S RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

Mun name: Bug

OOC Contact: Here in IMs or ask, on @singthesongsofsin, discord on request.

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

Vox is the Media Overlord in Hell. My particular version is hc based and canon divergent. In life he was Vincent Price, gameshow host, news desk presenter, devoted fan of swing music. In Hell, he's the icon of modernization (an endless point of contention between he and Alastor), and one of the Vees.

Points of interest:

Surprisingly moral for someone in Hell, and who's an Overlord. Vox is, at his core, an ambitious workaholic with a surprisingly strong sense of "I'm stuck here too, of course I want it to be a decent place to live." Right now he's also deeply depressed, so do with that what you will.

What they’ve been up to recently:

Generally running his company: business meetings, contract negotiations, putting out fires his employees set, press conferences, and a million other daily tasks. He's been working on building a subway system for years, so he continues to pluck away at that slowly.

Where to find them:

His tower (or district as a whole), with the other Vees, at the Overlord meetings. Or, pre-death, in New York City!

Current plans:

Every thread is its own verse, so nothing overarching, but probably something where I get to play around more with his funny moral compass. Contract lawyer Vox would be suitably amusing and not nearly as far off as you might think.

Desired interactions:

Anything with him helping to support the Hotel. Or oh, a swap-verse something! I have some vague ideas for one in which he swaps with Angel, and with Alastor. The world-building potential for a Vox who stays vintage compels me. Something with another Vox would be neat too.

Offered interactions:

Come yell at me in my DMs, I tend to do best with plotting, I'll be honest. Anything tossed in the wishlist tag is a pretty good idea too, or with Vincent. the squishy human is always fun to toss at people. Are you helping him find who he is? Are you someone making a deal with him? Forcing Vox to deal with other very powerful people is a good time-- Lucifers, other sins, some angels.

...Ohhhh someone asking Vox for help could be something interesting. It's not even a deal with the devil so much as with the silver screen-- congratulations you keep your soul, but what makes you so desperate to come to him?

Current open post/s:

The memes never have an end date, and (while a bit slow!) if you just tag me in something or send in a starter I'm pretty game to reply.

Anything else?:

Guidelines | Bio | wishlist

Tagged @obscurushydrae

[canidaedreams64]

Introduction Time yippee

salutations internet, i am weirdo bisexual transmasc genderqueer and objectum teenager edgar/key/dream. i go by he/she pronouns. im mainly a fandom/oc artist that sometimes animates, but i also like to yell into the void about random shit that comes to mind or ramblings about the blorbo of the week. im also irish-korean (white)

i got too many interests but my top 6 medias at the moment would probably be homestuck, touhou, silhouette mirage, cyborg 009, toontown (specifically corporate clash) and the muppets. i am critical of my interests and the media i consume.

just a disclaimer but my art/blog may contain content such as eyestrain/flashing lights, blood/violence, guns, scopophobia, insects/arachnids, cigarettes/smoking and alcohol/drinking. i'll try my best to properly tag content but feel free to ask me to tag certain things if needed.

please do not interact with me if you are a proshipper, nsfw account, fetish account, terf, vivziepop/helluva/hazbin, harry potter, dsmp or genshin/mihoyo fan (mutuals are fine i guess, thin ice for hp though), are into loli/shota or fit into any other typical dni criteria

my side blogs are:

ask-the-netbots - toontown oc askblog

trs80s-usedcars - computer/objectum sideblog

hashbrown-motel - vivziepop critical sideblog

meatpresident - sparklecare/president meat centric sideblog

i also happen to be on other webbed sites, so here they are:

twitter

deviantart - no longer in use

toyhouse

artfight

newgrounds

myfigurecollection

not really a social but i also got a strawpage

i also have discord but im only sharing it with mutuals/friends(feel free to dm me for it if youre a mutual i guess). also also i used to have a newgrounds but ive basically abandoned it lol im trying to use it again lol

ok thanks for reading baiiiiiiiiiiiii :^]

[betouma]

hai... it's velvet (beyuwol & bejaeyoung) again. LMAO. who would've thought! today i'm here with asakura touma, a rather impulsive app... even though he's been in my head for weeks... so as you can tell i'm woefully underprepared but i'm happy to introduce you to him!

under the cut is a short rundown of his background and some plot/connection ideas! here is his profile (the only presentable page lmao). please LIKE THIS POST if you'd like me to slide into your ims. i also have discord/twitter upon request (and i'm definitely better at responding there... for the most part).

background

born in osaka, japan

has a messy family, grew up listening to a lot of fighting between his parents so he learned to take care of himself so he doesn't bother his already busy & stressed parents

eventually his parents divorced when he was in middle school, and he moved with his mother. his mother remarried, and touma now has a step brother who is significantly younger

unfortunately, his mother and his step-father also fight. but this time, not wanting his brother to go through what he did, ended up being the peacekeeper and the mediator. he learned how to analyze/observe his parents behaviours and traits and tries to get ahead before things blow up out of proportion (they start yelling at him too, it gets really bad every month, and he learns to tune it out somehow)

was always an artistic kid, he started graffiti art as a way to vent his frustrations because he has nowhere else to dump then. he ended up connecting with music for that same reason too

he can play the bass and the drums, was in a band in school for a while just for fun

loves dancing, fell in love with choreographing in general. he thinks it's a beautiful way to express yourself, he would make up random dances to trending songs that he can do with his brother

his mother and step-father started relying too much on him to communicate and the stress is becoming a lot to bear. graduation rolls around and they were too busy arguing with each other to come to the ceremony

he finally wants out, and he enrolls in a university in korea. his mother is hesitant at first because he'd be staying with his biological father who moved to korea, but she relents when he mentions that he got a scholarship

it still kills him to leave his brother though, and he doesn't want to but he feels like he'll start losing himself the longer he stays

ironically, he decides to major in psychology

also became a freelance dog walker bc to him that's his free therapy

plots/connections

friends from japan! he'd be happy to see people from back home. he's always welcoming and it's easy to talk to him, so he'd also approach anyone simply because of this one thing they share

someone for him to take care of that reminds him of his younger brother

maybe he... walks your dog sometimes! touma thinks he does a good job at it, but maybe your dog got scared of something that's out of his control and now it won't leave his house

inevitable... exes. someone that came from japan, or a summer roamnce when your muse was in japan, that he ended up meeting here too. he's also been here since at least 2-3 years ago, so a more recent ex can work too! he can be dense and 'too friendly', might've acted more like a friend than a partner. would've coddled instead of treating his partner like a proper equal because he's not used to being taken care of instead lol

dancing friends! someone he would dance with, share choreos with, film tiktoks with... things like that

someone who scared him when he was doing graffiti art somewhere and in reflex he sprayed you with his paint... woops

uni friends, fellow artistic friends, friends who can teach him how to sing, composing friends that he thinks are inspirational

an almost fwb situation except he thought he was genuinely going to your home to see your pet and to eat actual ramyeon. he did not get the hint!

someone who noticed that he gets a little too involved when there's an argument happening around him which is... a bit! worrying! maybe!

someone that can use a 'therapist friend' except he's actually a psych major and it kind of just happens

anything and everything! i love talking about dynamics and whatnot B)

[transford-pines]

mr-birdbrain -> transford-pines

helloooo im evan/ember! he/him pronouns exclusively please! im incredibly abnormal about my interests and most of them are cartoons here's a list!

Gravity Falls

SCP

Rick and Morty

FNAF

The Glass Scientists/Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Ducktales (2017)

Hailey's On It!

Milo Murphy's Law

Hamster And Gretel

Steven Universe

Infinity Train

The Owl House

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

Dead End Paranormal Park

Amphibia

im fordpines on discord feel free to come yell at me!!!!! about cartoons or literally anything! even if we've never spoken before i promise u i will be thrilled to hear from u!

i love being tagged in tag games (or anything really) i just dont always have the energy to do them but always feel free to tag me!

alsoalso you can drop into my inbox at literally anytime to request a shitty cursed edit!! zero guarantees on when ill do them but send requests whenever !!

i may post art every once in a blue moon . dont get your hopes up tho djskdhks

I think im a writer now ?? Expect running minds au fanfcition Soon this is a threat

[infamiia]

I’ll probably be strictly mobile bound for the next day or two (MAYBE three but that’s a worst case scenario) BUT I may reply through the app here and there if inspiration strikes uwu

I AM open to writing on discord if anyone is so inclined, feel free to hit me up in IMs and ask for my discord, or just come yell at me there too lmaoo

[wallscornersedges]

hi hellow welcome to wallscornersedges dot tumblr dot com!!! now I shall supply you with all the necessary thangs to know about yours truly (as well as yours truly’s silly little blog)

will be posting mostly hermitcraft, life series, & empires smp related stuff. also the occasional genloss which ik isn’t mcyt but whatever my blog my rules

general warning for shipping content. I will be better at tagging it but I’m just adding a general warning for things that may be untagged

I make art!!! come look at it!!!!! I also have an art blog but it’s tied to my main so if ya wanna know what it is just dm me!!

really really really abnormal about renchanting those guys have my brain in a chokehold so bad

dms/asks always open if anyone wants to yell about minecraft guys with me (also feel free to ask for my discord if you so desire)

it may or may not be really obvious what my main is but if you know pls keep it to urself

dream fans fuck off forevar

obligatory im talking abt characters not ccs unless specified otherwise

i reblog cool things and make bad posts. yippee

[asylumdwellermoved]

hello, new dol blog here bc i need somewhere to ramble about this game

this blog is nsfw. LOTS of potentially triggering content on here so maybe if youre not a FREAK dont scroll

will prob tell you my name if we're on speaking terms but you can call me dweller!

id like to try my hand at writing hcs and maybe eventually fics, so feel free to send in requests!

my favorite characters are harper and kylar, sirris, sydney and jordan come close though and i have a soft spot for the plant people. harper writing/art is rare compared to main lis so i am always so happy whenever i see dolblr/dolcord harper crumbs please dont hold back on harper and kylar requests,,,,.,...,,

character is gender neutral unless you specify m or f, for fics please specify at least amab or afab so that i have more to work with

im not sure if im confident enough about my art to post fanart but hopefully i might from time to time.....!!

side blog so will prob reply to comments in dms or rb if im feeling bold

on that note, dms open! i promise im not distant or uninterested if i come off that way im just. very shy

wont write about nsfw involving minors, bestiality (monster people are ok!), scat, and (ik this doesnt come up in character writing much but JUST IN CASE) misgendering kink (not shaming if youre into that, just a big personal squick). if i think of anything else i'll add.

if you want a place to yell about your lil dol charas heres my server

[justaradioguy]

making some new graphics n banners n stuff tonight after study time... very excited

side note in case u did not know, i do have midterms this week 😔 i've got two more plus an essay left and then. probably more work LOL. i'm gonna get this degree i can smell it 💪

tis the life of a full-time university student with a freelance job on top. i thank you very much for your patience. <3

feel free to come yell at me in IMs if you'd like to chat/plot/etc on discord!! if you don't have my discord but want it just send an IM :]

[ahuggera]

Helloooo! My name is Evie and I'm the person behind this blog. I am 27 years old and live in the USA, in the EST timezone. This blog is PRIVATE & MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE, meaning I will only write with you if we follow one another! This blog is for Enid Sinclair from Wednesday. Ask banners credit to venuscommissions

small note: I do not follow first! A few exceptions will be made but for the most part I want to write with those who want to write with me. Don't be alarmed if I pop into your ims after we become mutuals!

Affiliated with: n/a yet

001. Hiya, my name is Evie, I’m 27 and live in the EST timezone. I use she/her pronouns. If we’re mutuals feel free to add me on discord at numb little bug#0055. Independent, private, and mutually exclusive Enid Sinclair. I am in no way affiliated with any actress/actor or any media represented on this page. I do own all the headcanons / divergences on this page however.

002.  I will tag triggers as trigger tw, if I post something that is triggering to you and it is not tagged, please message me nicely and ask for it to be tagged. Nsfw / graphic content can ( and most likely will ) be present on this blog. Violence, explicit language, blood and sexual themes. everything will be tagged accordingly.

003.  This blog is oc friendly, but please do not just assume my muse knows yours unless it would make sense for them to do so or it has been plotted beforehand.. All I ask is that you have a bio/bullet points up so I can get a feel for your muse and decide if we’d mesh together or not.

004.  The only issue I have is with sup/sub, as it hurts my eyes straining to read such small text. Aesthetic does not matter to me, if I can see us roleplaying I don’t mind if you don’t format at all. Length of replies don’t matter as long as you give me something to work with but please do not give me a one liner if I write one or two paragraphs. Please for the love of god cut your posts as well.

005.  I prefer my writing partners to be at least 18, but I prefer 21+! I will not follow blogs that are under 18. I am a slow replier, I try to work with a queue to keep things going while I can’t seem to find the time to write. Please do not rush me for replies.

006.  My ask is open to mutuals only. I prefer memes to starter calls, so more likely than not the easiest way to roleplay with me is send a meme and we can go from there. So if you're thinking of sending the meme, do it.when it comes to ship-related memes, and you’re worried I'll be upset if you send it because we’ve never interacted ( or never discussed a ship ), please send it! I don't see this as forced shipping. I see it as an opportunity to test a dynamic. the only way to know if there’s chemistry is to take it for a spin.

007. credits go here.

008. I do not follow first! Few exceptions will be made but for the most part I want to write with those who follow me! So don’t be afraid to yell at me and tell me you wanna plot or write once we’re mutuals!

[devilletm]

Helloooo! My name is Evie and I'm the person behind this blog. I am 27 years old and live in the USA, in the EST timezone. This blog is PRIVATE & MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE, meaning I will only write with you if we follow one another! This blog is for Walter De Ville of the invitation.

small note: I do not follow first! A few exceptions will be made but for the most part I want to write with those who want to write with me. Don't be alarmed if I pop into your ims after we become mutuals !

rules under the cut

001. Hiya, my name is Evie, I’m 27 and live in the EST timezone. I use she/her pronouns. If we’re mutuals feel free to add me on discord at numb little bug#0055. Independent, private, and mutually exclusive Multimuse. I am in no way affiliated with any actress/actor or any media represented on this page. I do own all the headcanons / divergences on this page however.

002.  I will tag triggers as trigger tw, if I post something that is triggering to you and it is not tagged, please message me nicely and ask for it to be tagged. Nsfw / graphic content can ( and most likely will ) be present on this blog. Violence, explicit language, blood and sexual themes. everything will be tagged accordingly.

003.  This blog is oc friendly, but please do not just assume my muse knows yours unless it would make sense for them to do so or it has been plotted beforehand.. All I ask is that you have a bio/bullet points up so I can get a feel for your muse and decide if we’d mesh together or not.

004.  The only issue I have is with sup/sub, as it hurts my eyes straining to read such small text. Aesthetic does not matter to me, if I can see us roleplaying I don’t mind if you don’t format at all. Length of replies don’t matter as long as you give me something to work with but please do not give me a one liner if I write one or two paragraphs. Please for the love of god cut your posts as well.

005.  I prefer my writing partners to be at least 18, but I prefer 21+! I will not follow blogs that are under 18. I am a slow replier, I try to work with a queue to keep things going while I can’t seem to find the time to write. Please do not rush me for replies.

006.  My ask is open to mutuals only. I prefer memes to starter calls, so more likely than not the easiest way to roleplay with me is send a meme and we can go from there. So if you're thinking of sending the meme, do it.when it comes to ship-related memes, and you’re worried I'll be upset if you send it because we’ve never interacted ( or never discussed a ship ), please send it! I don't see this as forced shipping. I see it as an opportunity to test a dynamic. the only way to know if there’s chemistry is to take it for a spin.

007. icon border is by jesssources and the psd is by mazzalou on deviantart.

008. I do not follow first! Few exceptions will be made but for the most part I want to write with those who follow me! So don’t be afraid to yell at me and tell me you wanna plot or write once we’re mutuals!