#f+tm source

[clancykisser]

what does it say about me that i feel more like my life in DEMA/Trench with Clancy and Torchbearer is my real one versus the one i'm living in now?

[incorrectfatm]

flo: isa are you still mad my cat tried to eat you?

isa: yes

flo: don’t deny it

isa: i said yes

flo: see, i knew it

[tropes-and-tales]

Thief in the Night

(Dr. Jack Abbot x F!Reader)

CW:  Heavy angst. Talk of death, dark thoughts, and booster shots.

Word Count:  2255

AN:  This was requested by a lovely anonymous person for the April Showers event!

AN2: Late and un-beta'ed - the Tropes Way (tm)

It’s a terrible night at the Pitt.

It started out fine.  It was quiet, though Dr. Jack Abbot never dares to think the word, let alone speak it aloud.  Tuesday night in the middle of spring doesn’t usually translate to a terrible night in the emergency department; it’s not like the lunacy of full moon nights or the expected violence and trauma that spikes around the holidays, for example.

Then the storm breaks over Pittsburgh.  It had been expected—rain in the forecast—but the intensity is surprising.

Over the course of the night, they treat all manner of injuries.  Many are small, manageable.  Slips and falls in the rain.  Sprained ankles, broken wrists, abrasions from falling on asphalt.  Mild concussions.  It’s steady but controllable.  They go through ice packs, splints, ibuprofen at a constant rate, and Abbot gets halfway through the night and thinks this isn’t so bad.

It's like he breaks a spell the moment he thinks it.

Dispatch gives the heads up:

Truck jackknifed outside of the Squirrel Hill tunnel.  Multiple vehicle pile-up.  Emergency services on scene.  Expect multiple casualties in all stages of severity.

They handle it because that is what they do.  They triage the casualties as they come in:  from the concussed and bruised to the DOA.  Abbot directs it all like the world’s most brutal orchestra, but he rocks that shit.  It’s what he was trained to do, and ostensibly what he was born to do. 

He falls into the zone.  People, individuals fall away and become simple facts, their entire existence narrowed down to what Abbot needs to fix. 

It’s not a middle-aged man with a family and likes and dislikes on the gurney—it’s an ulna broken in three places that Abbot immobilizes until surgery can get to him.

It’s not a seven-year-old crying in front of him, clutching a stuffed animal, snot bubbling from her nose—it’s a gash in the forehead that Abbot passes off to an intern to clean and stitch up.

It’s not the driver of the truck who police will determine, in the days to come, was both driving too fast and distracted by his phone.  It’s a crushed pelvis and internal bleeding that cannot be staunched, and it’s confirming the death upon arrival.

The next arrival comes through via ECIC, and Abbot scans the details (female, early thirties, head trauma, trauma to extremities, BP low and dropping) to prepare for the next wave.  He notes the source (Medic 10), knows that this nameless female in her early thirties is in the best possible hands before she gets to the Pitt—namely, your hands.

Moments later, you and your partner burst onto the scene for the patient handoff.  Abbot sees you—the dark navy cargo pants, the bright yellow reflective jacket slick with rain—but then his focus is on his patient on the gurney between you.

It’s not a young woman who recently got engaged and had her whole life in front of her—it’s a skull fracture, a pelvis fracture, a million other injuries sustained from being crushed in her car by a jackknifed truck, and Abbot fights for her life for hours. 

He fails.  The best he can do is keep her alive for the short term.  Scans confirm that she is brain dead, that she’ll never draw a breath on her own again.  The ventilator keeps her alive long enough for her family and her fiancé to come to say their goodbyes.

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It’s a terrible night at the Pitt.

It started out fine, but it ends with Dr. Jack Abbot on the roof.  His hiding spot and his singing siren both; the place that promises a break from the chaos of the ED, and the place that promises a darkness so pure that he could finally sleep without nightmares, if he only took those few steps to embrace it. 

Right now, he stays on the safe side of the railing.  The storm has passed, but the roof is slick, and he’s not as steady on his legs after such a brutal night.  It’s still dark out anyway.  Dawn hasn’t broken quite yet, but the sky is starting to lighten in the east.

“Knew I’d find you up here.”

He doesn’t need to turn around to know your voice.  Medic 10 patrols closest to the Pitt.  Other ambulances might go to the hospitals closest to their base—Shadyside or Presby, maybe—but you and your partner nearly always turn up at the Pitt. 

And since you nearly always take the night shift, Abbot has known you now for a while.

“Tough night,” you continue.  He doesn’t turn when you join him at the railing, but he shifts his arm just a bit when yours brushes his.  You’re still in your ridiculous high-vis jacket, and it’s still wet from the storm. 

“Lost the one you brought me,” he finally says.  His voice is rough, cracked.  He feels every death keenly, but this one leaves him desiccated.  He’s wrung out.

He sees you shake your head out of the corner of his eye. 

“Not lost yet.  Dana brought me up to speed.”

“Not a save,” he snorts bitterly.  “She’s as good as dead.  Her body will follow as soon as her people pull the plug.”

“Her people will have time to say goodbye.”

He snorts again, a humorless sort of laugh and says nothing.  What sort of good does that do, he wants to say.  To have the last memory be of her like that, crushed and full of tubes and wires?

You seem to read his mind.  You always seem to do that.  You always seem to understand his dark thoughts, his cynicism, the hopeless futility he feels on days like this. 

“It means something,” you tell him, and your voice is soft beside him.  “I’ve lost people slow and I’ve lost people fast, and I tell you—getting to say goodbye is always better.  Even if it’s ugly.  Even if it’s hard.  It might not feel like it to them downstairs right now saying their goodbyes…but it will mean something, someday.  That they were able to hold her hand and tell her they love her.  That they can hope that some part of her felt and heard it before she went.”

He says nothing to that either.  He’s afraid that if he does, he might break.  He can hear the way your words wobble a little, so he keeps his eyes fixed on the lightening sky.  For a long moment, you both just stand there, hands on the safety railing but not touching.  Each of you in your own thoughts, meditating on the rough night you each survived.

Abbot clears his throat and finally asks, “you really think that?”  He turns his head and looks at your profile, sees your earnest nod in answer to his question.

“You know what we are?”  You turn your head to face him too, and he’s struck—as he always is—at the sight of you.  At your eyes gazing into his, open and searching.  “You and me?”

“Medical professionals?” he guesses.

“No.”  A beat.  “Well, yes, but beyond that.”

“Penguin fans?”

That draws a ghost of a smile, but you shake your head.  “Beyond that.”

“Masochistic assholes with suicidal tendencies who enjoy being hurt and depressed?”

You wrinkle your nose at that.  “I’m not suicidal, and if you really are—”

“What are we then?” he cuts in gently. 

You turn to face the sky again.  Dawn is just beginning to break, the sun breaking the line of the horizon and painting the lingering ribbons of storm clouds in a glorious wash of pink and orange.

“We’re thieves,” you tell him.  “We aren’t saving lives.  Not really.  Death always wins in the end.  All we’re doing is stealing time like thieves in the night.”

Abbot turns to look at the sky too.  “Cheerful.  Glad I’m not really suicidal.”

That earns him a light elbow to his side that makes him smile. 

“I mean it,” you continue.  “The universe looked at that woman downstairs and said, ‘you’re out of time.’  But I got to her as the rescue team cut her from her car, and I stole time.  Just a little.  Just enough to get her to you.  And you stole a little more time for her.  Not very much, but enough to give her people the gift of goodbye.  Sometimes we steal a lot of time, and sometimes it’s just a little, but it all means something.”

“Does it?”  He doesn’t say it meanly, but if it comes out harsh, you don’t react.  You know him well enough by now to know the difference between his delivery and his intent.

“I have to believe it does.”  Then you take a deep breath, enough to pull his gaze back to you.  He watches as you close your eyes against the sunrise, watches as you breathe deep, like you’re trying to draw the riot of colors into you to overlay the darkness you just lived through during the night.  He watches your exhausted, beautiful face as the rising sun casts its rosy glow over you, and he feels the black hole in him—the endless void that seems to grow after nights like this—shrink just a little.

“Why are you still here?” he asks, but he keeps his voice low, not wanting to spoil the quiet magic of the moment.  “You should have gone home hours ago.”

You reach your right hand into your pocket and pull out a specimen cup.  You hold it up and show him the diamond ring inside before you slip it back in your pocket.

“It’s hers.”  Your voice is just as low, just above a whisper.  “I think it fell off in the ambulance.  I cleaned it up and brought it back.  For her family.”

Any other medic, any other case, he might joke about it.  Make a bad joke about medics’ low pay and what a pilfered diamond might bring at a pawn shop.  But he’d never voice it with you even if he had that sort of dark humor:  most of the medics in the city care, but you care more than most.  You care enough to clean up a ring and bring it back the same day rather than sending it through slower channels. 

You care enough to guess how he was feeling, and you care enough to seek him out on the roof.

You care so much, sometimes he wonders how you can even breathe with how much space your heart must take up in your chest. 

He shifts his eyes from your face—your eyes still closed against the sun—and the smear of red on the bright yellow of your jacket’s left arm pulls his gaze.  He looks closer, sees the gash in the fabric….

“You’re hurt,” he says, and he switches from maudlin to action in a split second.  He takes your wrist in his and pushes up your sleeve, takes in the rigged bandage that you probably did on yourself in the middle of your shift.

“Cut it on the frame of her car.”  You try to pull away from him, but he holds you fast.  He picks at the edge of tape—you hiss as it pulls at the hair on your arm—and pulls away the swatch of gauze to reveal the jagged cut still seeping blood.

“It’s fine.”  You tug against him, but he doesn’t let you go.  “C’mon, it’s not a big deal—”

“Bullshit.”  He moves his grip from your wrist to your bicep and turns you towards the roof access door.  “Downstairs, now.”

“Jack—”

“It needs cleaned, stitched.  When was your last tetanus booster?”

“I can clean it myself, and it doesn’t need stitches.  A Band-Aid—”

“Last tetanus shot was when?”  He hustles you through the door and down the stairs.

“Before Y2K, probably.”  You try one last time to extricate yourself from his grip, and when you fail, you sigh.  “It’s day shift.  You really gonna leave my fate in the hands of one of Robby’s little goslings?”

“Never.”  He gets you downstairs, steers you into an open bay, and makes you plop down in a chair while he pulls up a kit.  “I need a win to finish out the shift.”

“A baby cut and a booster shot is hardly a win,” you point out.

“Maybe.”  He helps you shrug out of your jacket, and he sits down in a stool that he rolls up to you.  “But I think helping you avoid tetanus is stealing, what?  Years of time on your behalf?  Feels like a helluva win to me.”

Then he bends his head to the task at hand, and you say little as he works.  He cleans out the cut on your left arm, stitches it shut with neat precision.  Covers it with a fresh bit of gauze that he tapes down.  He even administers the shot (“might as well give it in the left arm too,” you tell him).

He does it all while pointedly ignoring your own engagement ring on your left hand, as he ignores it any time he’s alone with you.  Another man put it there, claimed you as his, but Jack needs these moments of pretend more than he wants to admit. 

He relies on these stolen moments—the paltry seconds and minutes he gets with you—to survive the tough times. 

Maybe he’s a thief of time after all.

[letomills]

[Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3]

Six hairs for PM-EM, using textures by @fakebloood: Stealthic Erratic, Nightcrawler Flirt, S-Club Martial, Ginko G47, Wings TZ1016 and Nightcrawler Confetti.

Binned and familied, elders go grey (greys are not linked to blacks so you can pick and choose freely). Swatch (source):

Downloads and details under the cut.

↳ Stealthic Erratic (CM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by Puccamichi, FtM conversion by @frauhupfner, 14.8k poly.

[Fakeblood's F version is here]

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↳ Nightcrawler Flirt (PM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by Eir, made lower-poly by @roxanna-moxie. The lower-poly version is the one I included: 11k poly.

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Mesh 4t2 converted by @lilroisin, 26.6k poly.

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Mesh 4t2 converted by @redsimmer-blog, 15.4k poly.

Fakeblood's F version is here, I edited the textures to remove the hairs implanted lower on the forehead.

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↳ Wings TZ1016 (CM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by @entropy-sims, made lower-poly by @xwhitepolar. The lower-poly version is the one I included: 15.3 k poly.

[Fakeblood's F version is here]

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↳ Nightcrawler Confetti (PM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by Eir, made lower-poly by @platinumaspiration. The lower-poly version is the one I included: 8k poly.

[Fakeblood's F version is here]

[wildglitch]

What if Zombies!Spidey x DCU LETS GOOOOOOOOO-

O K-

So, This is the (Probably not the last, don't worry) post with ideas for my What If Zombies!Peter In the DCU AU. This is the post that (Finally) Focuses on the DC side of things. This post Is also going to be mainly focused on Peter and what he's up to cause he's the focus of this AU, but I’m probably gonna make another post with info on the other heroes, so If your interested in that, don't worry cause I am thinking about them (Bucky & Loki = Brainwashed bros)

Its also part 1 of Idk since this post kinda got away from me with its length (oops)

Anyways, without further adieu, let's start :D 

-So! starting this off with something fun and not that serious that I just found out. this should have probably gone in the first post but I didn't know this until now so here, a +1 info on “facts about the zombie apocalypse” tm. 

Ok, so at this point you know I like to play around with the timeline right? Ok so, I’m researching the dates and events things take place in right? Turns out, the snap happened in either May or June, and one source even said that it happened on May 31. Now, with this in mind and the fact that I said the apocalypse lasted between 7-8 months, what happens if you subtract 8 months from May? You get October. And if you add the date to it? Guys…I accidentally made it that the zombie apocalypse starts on Halloween! That's just insane!

The official timeline now is 7 months of the zombie apocalypse, no more no less, sorry, I don't make the rules :^ (omg I made Antman & the Wasp a halloween movie lmao. It fits)

-Alright so, Peter, Head Scott/w the cloke and T’challa are on a plane on their way to Wakanda when all of a sudden, well, how many of you seen the Young Justice Episode s1e19 Misplaced? (Btw have I talked about how much I love Billy batson? I will one of these days ok, and that's a threat) well anyways

Airplane squad: *”peacefully” traumatized on a plane to Wakanda

Airplane squad: *the people on the plane fucking fazes out of reality leaving him alone to fly the plane*

Peter: *Panik*

Peter: *feels a pull wanting to take him but fighting it off as he tries to fly a fucking plane*

Peter: *also fades out of reality but much later the other and is now falling to certain doom in the middle of the ocean*

Peter: “Oh What the F-”

Ya that-

I mixed aspects of the snap and scene from misplaced as their way of splitting up. And, they did split up. A high speed plane plus the time it took them to disappear firmly separates Peter from the rest of the heros. And thus the adventure commences

-unlike Billy who can fly, Peter falls head first at top speeds and a thousand meters high into the ocean.  This can happen a few different ways

1) Peter is stranded, and is found by Young Justice or any superhero team that was passing through the ocean and thinks “Oh shoot, that's a child”. And this is how he ends up with the league. This one is kinda fast and there wouldn't be any identity reveal since at this point this Peter has no concept of such a thing. But a good way to work around this is memory loss. Not really my cup of tea but I can very much see this happening considering how hard he hit his head

2) …So Peter fucking dies-

Listen! I somehow started off with my 2 most opposite extremes of ideas, but hear me out. The fall? It kills him. But lets say that some cult or the league of assassins or some shit find his body, realize he’s a “meta” and decide “Yeah, this is a good revival candidate” And they revive the poor sucker. He is held captive HYDRA style and they try to turn him into a weapon. Obviously, he escapes, set free onto the world with a few months of trauma and a stolen one way ticket anywhere. And that anywhere just so happens to be Gotham. I’ll let your mind take it from there

3) This is the last version of events I’m gonna mention and I think this one is the one I'm sticking with, purely for the comedic potential I can see coming out of this. So Peter fought back the spell right? Well unlike the snap where he was fighting a force of nature were he would not have won, Peter was fighting Loki off, which,

Peter: Fighting off that staticy feeling that's trying to take him

Loki: *Genuinely struggling to get this non magic kid to corporate with him*

Loki: Damnit CHILD! I'm trying to save your worthless life!

Peter: *Legit almost wins and gets left by himself in the zombieland* 

Loki: …What did they feed you?

Yeah, so since Loki had to focus on getting that idiot spider child to cooperate, he loses track of everyone else, and all of a sudden, the fuzzy mental image he had of everyone dissipates, and Peters becomes the full focus. This lets him save the kid from the crash, but he now doesn't know where all of the others are, including his brother, and now he can't really get to any of them.

-Peter is saved with a spell that's basically the bubble from steven universe but Loki style. He can breathe just fine, but he can't get out or call for hell. He spends many Hours like this.

-Ok so, Loki is a god. We have established this, I keep mentioning it (sorry) he himself brings this up multiple times. What is something gods tend to have sometimes? Avatars, people who act out their will on Earth. You see where I'm going with this? Since Peter is the only mortal from his world he has access to, and because he is stuck on the watchtower, he decides to make a deal with Peter to make him his Avatar and have him look for the others (Thor). Peter, after having most of the situation explained to him, accepts his offer, with a few conditions here and there that prevent Loki from taking full advantage of him. But at the end of the day, they are both desperate and accept the others' offers and conditions with little fuss.

-Deals and conditions for the avatar contract between Peter and Loki

Loki’s Mission: Find the other mortals and spread chaos as his agent Loki’s Offer: Slight magical aid, “ability boost”, Protection from other magical entities, Godly guide and knowledge and Loki wont force Peter into doing anything too grotesque Loki’s conditions for Peter: He will be able to access anything Peter is seeing and be able to take control of any situation if he sees it fit, he must go on the missions he sends him on, And if the situation ever truly demands it, he will listen to everything Loki tells him to do Peter’s Mission: Finding his friends and finding a cure to his world in this new one as Loki’s Agent. He must also make good impressions on other Magical being in this world as to not shame the god he’s representing Peter Offer: His loyalty and tentative trust, he won't argue too much and will do his absolut best to find Thor. he will Listen to Loki and do what he says Peter’s Conditions for Loki: Will become his Avatar as long as he gets to keep being a hero and doesn't have to hurt or kill people. He will only do a mission once a month, and he will not advertise the Avatar bit. Peter gets free will, He can refuse to do something as long as he isn't demanded of it.

With this, a hand shake, and some blood, The deal is made in the bubble in the middle of the ocean.

-Peter is now Loki’s Avatar, Moonknight style, Yay! They don't really like each other that much due to circumstance but it's fineeeeeee. I did this because 1) I thought of a scenario that didn't really make sense unless Peter was somehow talking to him 2) It’s a little nod to the fact most of the fics have the snapped souls with Peter on his adventure. I thought that this way he can still have his voice in his head , it's not that crowded because it's only one voice, and it's not that Intrusive because Loki isn't going to be with Peter 24/7 only when he needs him, he's using some of his powers, or when he can sense distress or danger coming from Peter- Other than that he's stuck at the watchtower trying to plan his next moves. And 3) Cause the thought came to me and i thought it was fucking Holirouse.

-With Some trickery, Peter sneaks onto a boat and spends his time hidden under the deck pretending and hides like a corner spider the whole trip

-Peter in his, Hasn't been around actual living breathing humans for such a long time, self, breaks down and cries at the docks. Coincidentally, The bats are doing a drug bust there and a wearhouse not 10 feet away from him blows up. 

-Peter in his typical fashion, Puts on his mask and runs into the building looking for survivors.

-The bats, not knowing what happened, see’s this costume stranger helping the thugs get away and immediately clocks him as a villain. Opps

-They fight, misunderstandings happen and now, The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man Is on the front page as gothams hottest new Rogue. Well shit

-Peter being the smart guy he is, squats at an unoccupied apartment and claims it as his. Then Loki shows up after weeks of radio silence, takes one look at the place and says, hell nah, and fixes the place up with magic making the place more than livable. With some (probably magical) persuasion, the guy renting out the place actually puts him on the lease with 50 bucks of monthly rent. Does Peter feel guilty…well? Gotta roll with the punches man. Plus, this place looks nice, ignoring his 20 something neighbor that has enough blood on him to turn his white hair dye red that had sent his spider sense. This is fine.

-With some help from the voice in his head and walking through dark alleys at night, he finds a guy that works for immigration and was selling sketchy (But legit) identities. Not really trusting the guy but in desperate need and ID for the lease he was about to sign, He coughs up all the savings he had, took a Photo, and Ben P. Riley was born. He said he didn't trust the guy.

-Peter has decided to go by an alias for a few reasons, like not knowing if there was already another Peter Parker in this reality and not really wanting to risk it or the plain fact that he didn't really trust anyone in this new reality with it  (Loki and his magical guidance, he has firmly decided to never give out his name so freely ever again). His name is one of the last things from his past life that he can call his own, And if his “Villainous” identity was revealed as Peter Parker, he didn't know if he could handle it. The most simple reason was that he just missed his family and wanted something in this new life he was making for himself to remind himself of them. Ofcourse, he still added that P in there middle so as to not completely erase himself.

-Peter spends a full month just trying to get used to living in a society again, This causes some problems and misunderstandings.

-After many series of misunderstandings and mishaps, everyone thinking he's evil, Peter decides, YK what's, If I can't beat them, join them. Peter starts going out as the “Villain Spider-Man” doing sketchy shit (normal teenage shit) and causing a commotion in Gotham. Peter counts this as his act of mischief and Loki agrees when he sees the kid sell his own photos to the newspaper. Peter isn't actually doing anything evil, it's just his presence that brings fear. The fact that the bats have caught him breaking into multiple high security facilities doesn't really help his case

-Peter spends his months looking through files and files of info searching for the others, but has just about no luck on anything.

-Peter, forced by a mission, goes undercover in Gotham prep to follow one of Loki’s leads. He doesn't really know what he's doing here, but this Tim guy is pretty nice

-Cause of the amazing pictures he keeps selling to the paper, the company hires him full time as their photographer for special events and even lets him write a few articles when they see the notes he puts next to his pictures that provide contexts and stuff like that. This job opens Peter to search to a whole new horizon.

-With Peter's new job, hes sent to many different cities which introduces him to many different people

-He meets Jimmy Olson on a trip to Metropolis and hits it off pretty well with the older man. Jimmy introduces him to his friends and coworkers Lois and Clark, both of whom are just a delegate. Though that Clark guy as not stopped setting of his spider sense since he met him

-The next place he went to was a city called Fawcett, where he was sent to help with a story with one of the local reporters who was apparently his age.

Boss guy: Ben, meet Billy. You two will be working together on the report for this years summer festival

Peter: *Looks at Billy*

Billy: *Looks at ‘Ben’*

*Insert that one Spider-Man meme*

The two sniff each other out as godly “employees” and exchange numbers. And thus, a friendship was born as Billy decided to keep an eye out for any other reality travelers, and Peter is put as one of his emergency contacts to help him get out of shit since he was “technically 20 according to his ID”

-Peter is also sent to Gothams sister city Bludhaven. Peter,ends up meeting a weird police officer that keeps expecting him to take pictures of the guy. But he's nice enough and bought him a hotdog and a cinnamon roll(even though he now thinks he's allergic to them), so the weird outweighs the good.

-On his trip to Bludhaven, Peter decides to go out as spider-man. Not to cause trouble, but to go sightseeing and swinging without the interference of a bat. He ends up sitting upside down on an old building (like that one Atsv scene)  working on some leads he has when all of a sudden, Nightwing appeared right behind him dangling off the side of the building like a mad man giving him a heart attack. Nightwing is about to confront the spider after his sneak attack was caught, but before he does, Peter holds out the cinnamon roll towards the vigilante as a peace offering rushing out the words “Please don't hit me!” and Nightwing just stares. He stares long and hard looking between the treat and the Spider mask. Peter was about to run from them when Nightwing sort of just…sits. Or sits at the best of his abilities with no gravity defying powers. He actually does a pretty good job at it. Nightwing takes to offering with a nod and the 2 just sort of sit there in silence. It's awkward and weird, and quiet but for some reason he doesn't feel as uncomfortable as he thinks he should. Even less when he feels the ringing of his spider senses slowly die down as the minutes pass until it's just a constant hum at the back of his head

-They don't talk after that but from here is a turning point as to how the Bat clan view the spider.

More? Nay I say! (There will be a part 2 to this specific post, but it has gotten too long and I need to go to bed. So hopefully this will do for now :^) Plus this feels like agood stoping point since I feel like that ending would mark the ending to an arc

Please let me know what you think of this AU. I love seeing other people's ideas and thoughts. It fuels me lo

And make sure to keep an eye out for Part 2 of this post.

Later

[1lenii]

Hey im that mystery anon again <3 So not a request just thought i wanted to share, this Friday i went to a bbq with my uncles and cousins (me being the only girl) and I couldn’t daydream about Miles with a shy girly s/o who completely turns around when she is with her family and becomes all motherly yet play-fights and sings rancheras with her uncles while cooking. The dream life <3 Can’t imagine Miles (E-42) confusion at his sweet gf suddenly all out

Ⰶ BBQ SURPRISE Ⰶ

Miles G Morales x F!Latina!Reader

Ⰶ Hii lovely<3, I CONSIDER THIS A REQUEST IDC. SO. basically made a oneshot(?)cs why not? My mind if filled with a bunch of what ifs so here are some hcs or not :)

Ⰶ Do enjoy!

Ⰶhonestly Js fluff! No warning that I know off

Ⰶ Y/N is still getting use to Miles as they recently started dating, keep this in mind so it can make sense!!

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Y/N gets a text from her mami, that’s theres gonna be a family cookout and to, QUOTE “trae al moreno lindo tuyo”

Y/N is like ‘why not’, so she does exactly that, struggling to tell Miles, what was planned for the day

Miles being the loving boyfriend he is, is rubbing her back encouraging to speak up from her reserved nature

With that Y/N says “I want you to come with me to my family cook out!”

Miles is like how ironic cause you already went to his now it’s his turn to go to yours

Otw there Y/N is kinda nervous cause I mean this is gonna be the first time Miles meets her family officially WHO WOULDNT BE NERVOUS

They get to the house/park it was being hosted at and going into the open space the couple is greeted with a bunch of “Y/N’s HERE!” Coming from a few younger cousins

The kids and the same age and older cousins greet their favorite cousin so yk how that goes, some how Miles manages to end up at edge of the circle around his girlfriend

Miles is like “:0” cause he didn’t know she could be such a extrovert(????????)

Miles is greeted by Y/N mom and aunt as they laugh at his surprise and here come the boss lady saying “didn’t know y/n was like that did you?” Mother dearest says laughing and nudging him to have a seat

“No I did not” he chuckles

After that commotion Y/N goes back to miles ONLY TO BE CALLED BY HER UNCLE pulling her away from miles for the 2nd time this night!

“Mi sobrina favorita!! We need you on los papás y hamburguesas!” Her uncles calls out, and you can literally hear the other children groan at the “favorite”

“Ya vengo” y/n says now pulling her hair behind her ear and into a loose bun(anyone else tries less when tying their hair when it’s curly??)

Miles watches I’m awe forgetting what he was about to tell her as she ties a apron from one of the lost chairs and makes her way to her uncle.

Miles just smirks taking mental notes of Y/N habits when she’s let loose, also making sure he’s the first in line for his Girls cooking🥰how cute

The eating and mingling portion is done now it’s later in the afternoon and on of Y/N older cousin calls out (I ran out of options) “who wanna shadow box”

“THAT MEANS YOU Y/N” your cousin yells from the other side of the yard

“I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME” Y/N calls out making her way to the group of cousins bringing miles along

Miles takes out his phone to record and Mayb post later and when Y/N litterally annihilates getting a 3 for 3

“OHHHHHH” miles hears eb say (LMFAO having tm fun)

And with that the night was spent, and yk they otw home

I kid you not Miles would turn to you and challenge you

“Match me rn”

“Huh??” Y/N is dumbfounded she so confused

“Juega me”

“Me? Oh no I can’t I could possibly-“

“Oh tu si puedes”

And ya would get home to find miles crumbling in defeat LMFAO

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This was fun, maybe not exactly BUT YK WHAT? I had fun writing this so idc!

Don’t be afraid to submit something, I’ll literally make anything out of limit sources<3

[roscvcins]

@yishuns asked : How far do you go with divergencies when it comes to your canon muse? + How would you describe your favorite OC?

How far do you go with divergencies when it comes to your canon muse? F a r. I feel like especially RP is a very deconstructed space where I'm willing to push canon very far to Explore the Concepts I think are interesting for the character. But I always like to think that I stay roughly within the plausible realm of the narrative. Like, typically I don't go so far as to go down the "this is my OC now" route unless the role was minimal in the source material and I HAVE to do that much filling in or they did the character REALLY FUCKIN DIRTY. I tend to take the parts of the canon muse I find that I want to explore and themes I like and focus on fleshing those out (and maybe sometimes blow them out of proportion but shhh). I think a lot of the times what I find to be the Essence (tm) of the muse may not be what someone else thinks is the essence of the muse, even if all the parts of the muse kind of exist canonically in the muse at the same time - but I also think that difference in interpretation is what makes RP fun.

How would you describe your favorite OC? I think it's funny because before this year if you asked me "who is your favorite oc?" I think I?? Wouldn't be able to answer you. But like, this year it's kind of become Very Clear to me that like...as much as I love all of em, I do have a favorite child, and it's Tang Tang. How to describe her, on the other hand...difficult. When I created her, she was sort of born from the concepts of nostalgic old wuxia of my childhood. She's a little contradictory - maybe that what makes her human though. Like sometimes I want to say she's a quietly unhinged - eccentric and impish and carrying out her own logic that may not make sense to everyone else. She certainly has A Personality (tm). And other times I want to say she's deeply insightful and attuned to human nature and accepting (tm) of it - in a weird way I think she's the least likely to judge anyone out of all of my ocs. She looks at life with peaceful (tm) and perhaps smiling eyes and that's all she does - she just looks and accepts that it is part of the world that she's living in and finds amusement in it. And sometimes causes mischief because she feels inclined toward doing it and disturbs the peace but shhh. Still other times I want to say she's Just a Girl (tm) traveling along her road, doing what she thinks needs doing and doing her best to stay free and happy. Basically - I love her, she’s best girlie.

[800lbs]

filled out @lovesmenot2015's selfship meme!

is hated by most of the fandom: the joker. well, maybe not MOST of the fandom, but he's definitely disliked by a lot of people. arcade probably could've filled this spot but i arbitrarily decided not to have any repeats so joker it is. plus he gets to be next to harley, yay!

is the most misunderstood: harley quinn. there's a lot i could say about how people misinterpret her but i'll leave it at this. the point of mad love is NOT that harley is smarter than the joker, it's that she's MORE PRACTICAL, the joker gets hung up on details while harley focuses on the bigger picture. that doesn't necessarily mean she's smarter than him, they just have different ways of thinking. she's not just one dimensionally smart, she's PRACTICAL.

is the most problematic: victor zsasz. again this spot probably could've been filled by arcade but i'm happy to get a chance to talk about zsasz. iirc he's one of the first major recurring batman villains to just straight up be a serial killer rather than a criminal who only kills incidentally.

is the most niche: reginald unicycle. from the lesser known tms show galaxy high. gets tire marks all over my thingy

is from a media that is considered childish: alvin seville. any of the chipmunks could've filled this spot but i chose alvin because i'm not afraid to play favorites.

is from a really old source: the cowardly lion. the wonderful wizard of oz was published over 100 years ago, which in case you didn't know is a pretty long time. go my lion..!

is from a forgotten source: boss glitter. the heckler was a comic that ran for only 6 issues and was forgotten by everyone but me, possibly because it sucks tremendously. boss glitter is an amazing character bc he spends the entire series being built up as the main villain, but because it was cancelled so quickly he never even gets to be in the same room as the heckler. awesome

main f/o people associate with you: arcade. who else could it possibly have been.

[iantimony]

big ol' tuesdaypost

listening: background noise for the week has been relistening to TANIS. not gonna lie, y'all, this podcast has not aged well! it is simply not very good! it was always kinda mid with regard to dialogue etc but now after listening to other narrative podcasts (TMA, Silt Verses, Wolf359, etc) it's even worse. all it ever really had going for it was Vibes and it's hanging on that by a thread. however, it is serving the purpose of essentially white noise. audio drama equivalent of eating packing peanuts.

I also got surprised in one of the early episodes because Elisa Lam's name wasn't censored - I could have SWORN that at the time there was a pretty large backlash to using a real person's tragedy and name in a narrative fiction podcast so they went and censored her name out? like, that's why all the following episodes have that disclaimer about "for legal and safety reasons we've elected to change some names and leave others out entirely"? okay yes live mid-writing of this I went and checked and the transcript of that episode literally says "Also, we have decided to entirely redact the name of one person who has passed away whose name was used in this episode. It appears in this transcript as [REDACTED]." did I somehow get an unedited version in my podcast app??? very odd.

when I got bored of TANIS or needed something more engaging/stimulating I got back on The Silt Verses season 2! on s2e3 now for reference. especially in contrast with TANIS it is so phenomenal lol.

you will notice that last week I linked "Pale Green Things" from the album The Sunset Tree by The Mountain Goats. this made me realize that a song I listen to a lot around this time of year ("This Year", obviously, lol) is on the same album. I have embarrassing news which is that I have listened to exactly one Mountain Goats album all the way through (Jenny from Thebes) so I resolved to listen to The Sunset Tree all the way through.

gang, this is not a surprise, or news, but man, this album fucking whips. it's so good. why didn't I do this years ago. oh my god.

Broom People

Dilaudid

Magpie

reading: "Bad Influence" by Mia Sato - duuuuuuuuuude lol. I am no legal expert but I think I know how this case is gonna go because let's be totally real. the beige home shade is really funny to me, not quite a maximalist but someone who loves her home with objects that are colorful, lively, full of sentiment, and secondhand where I can make it (i.e. not mass market sludge).

On the Origin of the Hebrew Deity-Name El Shaddai by F. M. Behymer - a discussion of the name 'El Shaddai' in contexts of fertility came up in weekly torah study this week and the rabbi was wondering if there were any real scholarly sources related to that beyond just noting it a few times in scripture. naturally I immediately went to jstor. interesting article, not sure if it's exactly what my rabbi was thinking about but I will be emailing it to him.

[Is] BookTok for Dummies[?] by Chels - I am not a tiktok girly (I have deleted social media apps from my phone because I find accessing them through web browser is less addictive, and tiktok simply does not function in a web browser so I don't use it) so I am very removed from these dynamics. call me crazy but I do not care if people on tiktok are reading porn because [looks at my ao3 history] glass houses, etc. the weird reactionary bent against romance novels is very strange to me.

Static by purplewhales on ao3 :3

watching: the death of personal style by Mina Le - I've definitely never been as extravagant as she is known to be but I do love a little Outfit(tm), especially since I have officially acquired my Good Leather Jacket this fall. cooking this one in my brain still though because it takes me SO long to get ready for the day and having a 'uniform' would probably. help that. lol.

The Winter Reset Guide by Morgan Evelyn Cook - she's kinda basic (in a positive way) but I've been enjoying her vids along with Caroline Winkler as background noise. ngl I love her high five thing it's very cute. I did stop everything to hold my hand up like I was high-fiving her. her dog is adorable too.

LED Christmas lights which don't hurt the eyes by Technology Connections. "this is not what christmas looks like. it looks like a vape shop. or, worse, a gaming PC." extremely funny thank you autism etc

I bought the world's most expensive yarn by Cinema Knits - the background noise while my soup was simmering and I was crocheting another mouse cat toy. cozy bliss.

The Online Gambling Epidemic by Drew Gooden - I'm becoming more of a hockey person (especially with the women's league coming up let's goooo) and while I'm not that tapped into it I'm sure gambling there exists, though it doesn't seem as plastered across everything as it is with football?

relatedly: watched a hockey game in the background on Saturday while I ran dnd! my mom and brother were there in person so I tuned in remotely to keep up :) also watched the Sirens/Frost game on Sunday yippee

playing: as above: ran dnd on Saturday! once again I spent time before it agonizing how I did not want to even a little bit but after actually doing it I had a lot of fun.

making: like a fool, I left the container with my winter wear open and my cat RIPPED THE POMPOM OFF the top of a hat I made a few years ago. it's no great loss - the pompom really wasn't big enough, I didn't have enough of the beige yarn I'd really wanted to use - and she didn't eat any of the yarn, just relished in tearing it all apart, so I made a new one with some leftover of the white. this one is bigger and fluffier and definitely matches the vibe of the hat better so I'm not mad. it's been deadly cold here, like windchills bringing it to single digits, so I've actually gotten some good wear out of it the past few days.

made what will hopefully be a lemon coaster but I think I gave it one too many rows of the interior yellow so stay tuned, plus a mousie for my cat :)

further work on the holiday card for this year! sketches followed by some inspo images:

sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

eating: yayy thanksgiving. many leftovers, etc. made a big ass kugel that was demolished over two different get-togethers, gonna make another one for a potluck at temple this coming Friday! might make that one with crushed pineapple because every time I mention it my grandma sighs wistfully and says how her mom used to make it that way.

I also made this sunchoke soup from some sunchokes that I blanched and froze about a month ago. I halved the recipe because I only had about a pound of sunchokes and this is soooo good. no picture because I'm ngl it looks like sludge lol. made waffles again too.

finally: little emotional support cheese board from the other day, lol.

feat. paesanella ciresa (soft vaguely mushroomy?), somerdale red dragon (very dijon mustard-y), cotswold (super chives and onion flavor), and appenzeller white label (swiss adjacent) picked up as little samples from the cheese counter castoff bin. and olives and mozz balls of course.

misc: really enjoyed these few days off. it is cold as fuck here which is not encouraging me to get back in the swing of things but it has put me in cozy mode. I did reformat my resume in LaTeX so now it's sexy for my conference next week because I am … printing out a few copies I guess ?? to bring to hand to people if needed. do people still do that. who fucking knows.

[incorrectfatm]

isa: let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

rob: okay, but in my defence flo bet me 10 quid i couldn’t drink all that shampoo

isa: that’s not what i wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO??

[kinfinding]

Hey, welcome to Kinfinder.

Welcome to Kinfinder, the fastest, most reliable sourcemate finding service! We’re here to post all your calls, even it’s from “problematic” stuff, as long as you’re critical about it. We also allow crossover stuff for people with f/os, like if you’re Spongebob looking for Sans or whatever, but no two sources/kins in one call, please.

Here at kinfinder, we pride ourselves on being three things: funny, interesting, and very chronically online. The last part is a good thing as it means both me and the other mod(s) will post your calls faster.

The primary purpose of this blog is kincalling, although mods will basically post whatever we want on here about our kin experiences, because we can do that, and you can’t. We also do events, kinda. Listen we’re lax with this shit, it says PRIMARY purpose not ONLY purpose. Have fun! Please check the navigation guide below:

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hey, Kinfinder (tm) is copyrighted! we are legally obligated to sue you if you ever use the brand name! (joke)

[letomills]

[Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4]

Seven hairs for PM-EM, using textures made by @fakebloood: Wings OS0226, Redsimmer Seven, Jujujam Pastoral, Skysims 257, Simpliciaty October, Newsea Dracarys and Nightcrawler Orion.

Binned and familied, elders go grey (greys are not linked to blacks so you can pick and choose freely). Swatch (source):

Downloads and details under the cut.

↳ Wings OS0226 (PM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by @redsimmer-blog. 17k poly. [FakeBlood's F version is here.]

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↳ Redsimmer Seven (PM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh by @redsimmer-blog (Wings OS0226 edit). 15.5k poly. [FakeBlood hasn't made this one for F sims, I used her Wings OS0226 textures.]

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↳ Jujujam Pastoral (CM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by @evannamari, FtM by Lillaari. 24k poly. [FakeBlood's F version is here.]

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↳ Skysims 257 (CM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by Martini, FtM by @digitalangels. 14.5k poly. [FakeBlood's F version is here.]

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↳ Simpliciaty October (CM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by @entropy-sims, FtM converted and made lower-poly by @digitalangels here. 15.8k poly.

FakeBlood's F version was made back when she used Ruax instead of Ariel. I omitted Ruax and made an Ariel instead for consistency.

Here is the Ariel recolor for F sims if you want it (you can see it on the titlecard): CF-EF Simpliciaty October in Ariel: SFS / Mega

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↳ Newsea Dracarys (PM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by @rented-space. 11.5k poly. [FakeBlood's F version is here.]

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↳ Nightcrawler Orion (CM-EM): SFS / Mega

Mesh 4t2 converted by Eric.c, FtM converted by niiice-pants, and made lower-poly by @roxanna-moxie. I edited Roxanna's AM-EM & TM meshes a bit so they sit lower on the head, more in line with the higher-poly version (if you prefer Roxanna's version, get their mesh here). 12k poly.

[FakeBlood's F version is here.]

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Thank you so much to @fakebloood and to all the creators who worked on the meshes 😊

[anna-pineappel]

One problem with writing fanfiction and watching the Source Material for Research Purposes at the same time is that sometimes I forget if something is a Canon Event (tm) or a head-canon for my fanfic.

I’m currently writing Hogan’s Heroes fanfiction and watching the series with my partner, who has never seen it before. I grew up watching it and this is probably my 5th rewatch.

*Slight Spoilers below*

For the LIFE of me, I was convinced a heavily implied M/M/F threesome was something I had head-canon’d for a potential fic.

Nope! That is Canon Event (s6, e5: Lady Chitterly’s Lover, Part 2) and that fact has sent me into a Coma. Season 6 of that show is truly wild and unhinged, and I love it.

[aloeverawrites]

Instead of arguing with frustrating people on the internet I'm copy and pasting these messages to my politicians. Much better. I feel like I'm complaining to the assigned teacher tm who is letting us down. Like I can whine to a responsible adult again. I'm going to straight to the source of my problems. I'm speaking to a manager of my life. They're not going to answer me back, what are they going to start a beef with constituent #4578 I don't think so.

Like sir. Sir personally I think your plan is stupid. Sir. Sir please I'm serious we want the same things but this is the dumbest f**king thing I've ever seen in my life.

Anyway I'm just saying don't get addicted to fighting online get addicted to messaging politicians.

[tyrannuspitch]

objection your honour this propaganda is NOT fair representation of snowbaz!! yeah the cover is okay but the CONTENTS of the book are capable of turning a teenage brain inside out (source: it happened to me.) thankfully as tumblr user tyrannuspitch i consider myself qualified to remedy this situation.

the basic concept of carry on is that it starts out as a parody, as the most cliché young adult fantasy book you can imagine, with every melodramatic speech and villainous flourish dialled up to eleven... and then it slowly but surely makes the inevitable gay fanfiction of its central homoerotic rivalry canon. my reaction the first time i read it was literally: "this shouldn't work. this shouldn't be allowed to be good." and yet it IS!

it's a Story About Stories. it's a love letter to the genre and a brutal genre deconstruction at the same time. it's intensely meta and genre-aware, but not in a cynical or undermining way - in an intensely compassionate one. it's both honest and EARNEST, both funny and genuinely heartbreaking, and these things are never in tension with each other - they flow into each other naturally as how people in extraordinarily terrible circumstances cope.

"doomed by the narrative" this, "doomed by the narrative" that, and yet none of you guys seem to care that tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch has been aware that he is the villain(tm) and he's going to have to be murdered so the happily ever after(tm) can happen since he was eleven years old...

it is [ao3 voice] a slowburn enemies-to-lovers arc, and again - it's executed so well. the hero (simon) and the villain (baz) are two young figureheads for opposing factions in their magical society, currently in a kind of cold civil war, always on the verge of tipping over into an actual war. they can't be in the same room starting a fight, and they've tried to kill each other multiple times. and. they're roommates. they are child soldiers on opposite sides of a war, and they had to grow up in the same bedroom. the intimacy! the yearning! the tragedy! you sleep next to this boy every night and you know what his shampoo smells like. and one day he's going to kill you!

THE LOVE TRIANGLE. of course there's a love triangle. but it's an m/m/f love triangle, and at least one of the boys is gay, so how can this be? the answer is that it's an intricate web of closet cases and increasingly desperate attempts at denial. and it's both genuinely interesting and incredibly fun. you've heard of lavender marriages, now get ready for: lavender infidelity!

vampirism as queerness. god, have i really not mentioned the vampires yet? well. of course, we all know that vampires are gay because they're sexy, sinister outsiders - but i think what this book does particularly well is setting up vampires as a legitimately unjustly persecuted group, and fear of vampires as a irrational and deeply damaging stigma. you do have to work for this one a little bit, but it's absolutely in there. simon showing compassion towards baz's internalised vampirephobia is key to the central turning point of the book!

this is a child soldier story. both simon and baz are used as weapons and pawns by their own families from a very young age. that means the story has to hold onto three simultaneous truths: firstly, that sometimes your parent is a terrible person, and you love them anyway. secondly: that even if do you love your parent, sometimes they're such a terrible person that you'll have to kill them if you ever want to escape. thirdly: that violence takes an immense toll on people, especially children, and forcing them to commit it is itself a form of abuse. so, yes, you can kill your abuser and be justified in it. but it's still a tragedy, because you never should have had to.

on a lighter note... the oft-screenshotted wikipedia page's table of contents reads as follows:

finally, i leave you with one of the songs from my playlist which i think most definitively captures the vibe(tm): sleep alone (bat for lashes)

thank you, and good night.

ROUND 1: POLL #46

ROUND 1 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Simon Snow/Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Grimm-Pitch:

SnowBaz looking awesome

[SPOILERS]

Ren Amamiya/Goro Akechi:

They're rivals but obsessed with each other. Goro tries to kill Akira and fails, but not before he spills his guts and tragic backstory. Akira is the only person to make Goro question his worldview and start on the path to become a better person. They mirror each other perfectly, since they're both fighting for justice and a better world, but in different ways. SPOILERS: When Akira thinks Goro has died, he carries around Goro's glove as a reminder of their promise to be rivals and constantly oppose each other.

[dzvagabond]

So decided to bite the bullet and f/o someone that's been in essentially limbo for about a year or so now. Not gonna tell y'all who it is, only my best friend and partner know so yea. Their posts / posts about them will be tagged with ❄️.tm

Gonna go be gay and watch ❄️'s source material haha