#kind of in a spider funk

[nerditudes]

@42flower asked: what's comicon?

"Fuck." He really shouldn't have said that. "Uh-- an anime con? But for heroes like Batman and uh-- Superman." They were fictional here, if he recalled. Which hopefully he could use as a cover. "I put together a comic-accurate Batman costume with functioning utility belt about six days before one of 'em. Still managed to place first."

[revelboo]

I LOVE your Soundwave(s) and Tarn! Those are my top two fav tfs (SW has been my fav since I was a wee thing!) and I love the way you write them both! Your stories are my daily decadent luxuries. <3

I read your pages every single day because I love all your stories so much — even ones that have characters that I’m really not interested in, I still can’t get enough of their stories! You’ve basically re-mapped my list of favourites and now I have so many more… You even made me like a spider! These characters-first stories literally drive my day and they mean so much to me, I can’t even begin to thank you enough for them.

I do, however, start missing some of these wonderful characters when I haven’t ‘heard from them’ in a while though, lol, especially ones on cliffhangers/edges/buildups. I’m currently ‘missing’ :

— Sunstreaker (so what’s my fav sunshine boy going to do now, eh?);

— the Rainmakers (I can’t wait for the little human to really get their attention); and

— the Constructicons (that last part to “Drive” makes me feel like it’s that moment right before wee little me gets to open my presents).

Although I wouldn’t object to Vortex, Megatronus, and Brainstorm making some noise too, since they were also left hanging a bit, lol.

I’m seriously attempting not to just list all my favs, but it isn’t easy since you’ve made me love soooooo many more of them, lol. <3

When you’re feeling up to it, could we have more Needs and Wants? I am one of those people that just systematically goes through the entire Otome to see all of the endings and ‘keep’ my fav one(s), and this story had me HOOKED from the opening sentence. Soundwave, Tarn, and Misfire? Hell yeah, sign me up! :D

Take care of yourself & know that your writing is fuel for so many of my days. <3

Thank you so much! I wanted to get more stuff updated this past weekend and kind of got myself into an ‘everything I write is garbage’ funk 😅

Needs and Wants Pt 5

Soundwave x Reader, Tarn x Reader, Misfire x Reader, Ratchet x Reader, Bluestreak x Reader, Wheeljack x Reader

• It’s the mech’s almost self deprecating smile and the flicking of his door wings that breaks through the overwhelming reality of your so-called soul mates. That look on his eerily human face that seems as uncertain as you feel somehow reassuring you. And Maccadam is right there, arms crossed as he watches the interaction like a father watching a potential suitor and trying to decide how bad to scare the kid. “We can talk,” you manage, voice shaky.

• “Okay, that’s- thank you,” he manages, tripping over his own words, and his tension eases as that feeling of warmth and belonging grows stronger, more insistent at the sound of your voice. Wants you to keep talking to him. Smile for him. Maybe let him touch your hand. Would that be too much? To let him touch a servo to those delicate looking fingers? Servos gripping the door frame, he feels Wheeljack bump his arm, the scientist’s vocal indicators flickering mauve when he frowns at him. And for the first time that he can remember, he’s speechless, wanting to ask so many things that he can’t say any of them.

• “Hi. Wheeljack here,” he says, awkwardly lifting a hand and warmth spills through him to twine about his spark when you hesitantly lift your own hand with a small, fragile smile. But you’re smiling at him. Shouldering in closer to Bluestreak, he ignores when he gets flicked with a door wing. “You’re looking for a partner?” He asks and you look at Maccadam, expression almost desperate. “I could take care of you.” Wants to try anyway. Because it’d be nice to have someone stay, need him and trust him to look after them. To not be alone.

• Denta gritting at the two Autobots trying to coax you into coming out, Tarn worries at the chains binding his wrists. Wanting loose even if his escape plan has stalled out. Hating that fascination singing through him from being near you to become a yearning he doesn’t want and can’t deny. Maybe when he escapes, he’ll just steal you. Sate this need with you and be satisfied.

• Coming up behind the two bots blocking you from view, Misfire drapes an arm across both of their shoulders, insinuating himself between them to make them flinch to his delight. “Name’s Misfire.” And there you are, so small and needing reassuring. “These scary bots overwhelming you? I could keep you safe.” Wings flaring as Tarn and Soundwave both make a noise from behind him. So much for faction solidarity.

• Tempted to drag all three of them away from your door because they’re making you more anxious instead of less, Soundwave rumbles and rocks into agitated motion, pacing restlessly. Why does it feel like he’s tethered to you? Like he needs to be closer. Needs to touch you. Is this Maccadam’s influence or something else? Wants to soothe that nervous energy away.

• Hears Maccadam’s low voice coaxing and then Wheeljack, Bluestreak and that Decepticon seeker are backing away. Letting Maccadam lead you out, your arm tucked in his, a soft hand on his arm as your eyes dart around the room. Hold his optics for too short an amount of time before moving on. Aware that he’s probably the oldest mech here, that you’re unlikely to be interested in him. Even if he’s also the most experienced. Servos flexing, he’s moving closer, but then they all are. Spreading out, circling you. Hungry.

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

All Funk, No Punk - Still Hobart Brown

Gold chains instead of silver spikes. Gator shoes in place of thrifted boots. And an afro bigger than Hobie's -

Spider-Funk is Hobart Brown - Earth 831

Hobie Brown maybe Artie's chiller, rougher, and louder self - but somehow, they get on like a cop car on fire (or whatever the saying is).

And Artie Brown maybe Hobie's cockier, flirtier, and flashier self - but they just tell people they're twins.

Or at the very least - they call each other 'brotha' and 'bruv' all the time.

When people ask about the accent thing - you know, Artie being American, they say 'Ever seen The Parent Trap?'

[A LONG ASS post - Below is Artie's Origins, Fighting Style, Relationship to Hobie, and how he got recruited - All About the Brown Bros! Artie & Hobie, FunkPunk!]

It's Hobie 2 - Electric Bugaloo!

And just when Miguel thought he could only stomach one of them.

Though he calls himself the older brother, being born over a decade earlier, Artie is Hobie's less mature, more materialistic, but just as kind variant.

He's a pacifist instead of an anarchist - Full of Soul instead of bursting with Rock.

And he still hates cops.

Origins:

When Artie was drafted for the Vietnam War in 1969 - the first thing he did was burn his draft card. Then he joined the Black Liberation Army.

He wasn't the only one - Artie was part of the almost half a million draftees to do so.

And then President Osborn was elected.

To fill the gap in enlistment, Osborn came up with a solution.

V.E.N.O.M - A highly toxic, unfeelingly aggressive, and wildly bloodthirsty symbiote. A solution to the protests and draft dodgers.

Engineered by Oscorp - if you didn't induct yourself as a soldier, the V.E.N.O.M would make you one. And suddenly his friends were disappearing one by one.

A subtle but sudden-onset disease, the V.E.N.O.M variant was nearly undetectable, very persuasive, and incredibly effective.

More primal than animalistic, the symbiote's function didn't raise one's bloodlust, - instead it lowered, and at worse cancelled, your empathy. The symbiote subtly normalized dehumanization - attacking neurons in the cerebral cortex to destroy one's capability of empathy, compassion, and at times - recognizing faces. Able to follow commands without a second thought - the perfect soldier. Convincing the host of necessary order and their own biological superiority, over the course of 72 hours the host would lose their ability to recognize the people around them as anything other than sub-human. In 138, V.E.N.O.M turns you into an animal. In 831, V.E.N.O.M turns everyone around you into an animal.

It could make anyone into an unfeeling, unrelenting soldier - no guns needed.

The best of them got sent overseas to the War - and the rest, he turned on the people, hunting down all those who dared to dodge their call.

While on tour in DC, Artie was bitten by a radioactive spider, as he attempted to burn draft papers at a government facility.

He burned the papers. Plus he got some sick powers out of it. Plus Plus he gets to beat up The National Guard on a weekly basis. Ain't that a score.

And Hobie may hate the name Spider-Punk (or so he says), but Artie loves being Spider-Funk.

He calls them Funk & Punk. Hobie calls them that too, but like in a cool ironic way.

Artie & Hobie:

Personality:

Hobie knows that Artie is going through his 'Pavitr Phase', so he cuts him some slack. Artie's only been Funk for a year and some change.

He's got more Ws than Ls, so he's always one to be a bit cocky and reckless - though never at anyone's expense.

He's more talkative than Hobie - and WAY more flirty than Hobie, ready to wink at anyone willing to stare.

Like Hobie, Artie has his own groupies. And the pair on campus do get stares (and whispers. and giggles); Two 6'5 dudes with enough hair to cause an eclipse, walking around in loud ass boots, they're sure to draw attention.

Something Artie loves.

Artie considers himself a Ladies' Man. And a Man's Man. And what gender you have to offer really. (He's still a 'Hobie' - he doesn't discriminate)

He's got a waterbed in his boathouse, shag carpets, and wine at the ready. He loves sweet-talking people, and showering them in compliments. Whereas Hobie's love language is Physical Touch, Artie's is Words of Affirmation.

But all Hobie has to do is open his mouth and Be British and suddenly Artie's date is swooning and he's like 'Brotha, I'mma need you to shut the hell up for a second right quick.'

If you hang out with them, get ready for Hobie hanging off your shoulder, while Artie is in your ear complimenting your outfit.

Fighting:

Artie's fighting style is a lot more fluid than Hobie's with a lot of martial arts involved - similar to blaxploitation movies of the era.

Hobie thinks he looks bloody ridiculous meanwhile Artie is like 'if dem damn jeans weren't so tight maybe you could get like me and have some flair in your fight, my man.'

He also has an INCREDIBLY MEAN backhand.

Ideology:

The two of them are fairly close, hanging out with each other a lot. Though the two of them are fairly different. Artie is far more pacifist than Hobie, but that doesn't mean he's above violence.

He's just not one to talk about it, or threaten it. He's more of the 'let people talk - don't start none, won't be none'. Camp - and he'll almost never throw the first punch. Though he absolutely considers intimidation, selling hard drugs, and fucking with the general population 'starting some'.

Their ideology may clash heads everyone once in a while, but they hardly ever fight. At all. Instead, they have frequently heated, in-depth debates.

Artie may not be as radical or educated on things as Hobie, plus Hobie has ten years of extra history to pull from, but the two of them do it often, and it keeps them spry.

The only problem is, they get so into it, it SO HARD to understand what they're saying. Accents, slang, cutting each other off, roping other people into the conversation to back them up. It's WILD.

Artie is a lot more materialistic than Hobie. Not as critical of capitalism, Artie likes to game it rather than complain about it.

Unlike Hobie, Artie LOVES the finer things in life, and spoiling those around him. He likes gold over silver, and wears more rings than spikes.

He's a bit full of himself, and he carries a rag in his pocket to whip blood off his nice white boots. Something Hobie wouldn't be caught DEAD doing.

And Hobie clowns him for it everytime. Artie doesn't care. 'True playas never play sloppy.'

But how can he afford all of this? Well,

He's not as uhh,..honest as Hobie. But he has a heart of gold (get it?). And he never lies just to lie - if he's doing it, it's probably for work, or to Miguel, because he does not respect Miguel.

Artie be stealing. He's a master at sleight of hand. If it's a big corporation, it's free game. He never steals money - but to put it concisely: He's a smooth mfer.

He likes gold - he thinks it looks nice. But he knows for a fact that the worth of it is completely manufactured my human and capitalism, and that it's literally just a pretty metal.

He knows that paying hundreds for a chain or gold is exploitative, especially when it's stolen to begin with. So to him, it's justifiable, gimmie.

He also does it mostly for fun, a magic trick - in the same way Hobie makes stuff 'disappear' while talking to Miles, and doing hand tricks.

Artie does that, but more often, and more skillfully.

He doesn't do it all the time, but the first time he did it in front of Hobie - snatching Hobie's homemade watch of his wrist - Hobie was genuinely surprised.

Mostly he does it to make things disappear from your hand, parts he finds lying around, and playing pranks on people like Miguel. Generally, just being a lil shit.

He's a sweet-talker and a big steppa.

Unlike Hobie, Artie knows better than you force his way in. Artie slides in. He can talk them in to anywhere.

He'll pretend to be someone else, pretend to know someone else, steal passes and key cards to get in, and try to attack from the shadows when he can.

In battle, Spider-Punk is the louder, chattier, more immature one. And Spider-Funk is the chiller, sarcastic one.

Like twins, the two of them have their own in-jokes, and they hang at each other's places all the goddamn time. Though they live in different universes and decades, Artie & Hobie are kinda a package deal.

They may not always be together - they both got their own shit to do and they're not actually brothers - but if you hang with one, it's only a matter of time before you meet the other.

"Why is your brother American?" "Divorce." - "Adoption." ........ "Adoption." - "Divorce." "One of you or the both of you are lying."

Diane & Artie & Annie -

[This section is about my main OC Disco-Spider Diane, and her variant Annie P. Disco-Spider is Hobie's....something and they are happily....a something]

Every Hobart needs his Diane, and Artie is no different.

Artie & Diane:

And like usual, it all starts at the beginning.

Diane was the one to recruit Artie - because of course she was. And Lyla had told her two things: He was a guitarist, and his name was Artie. That's all she needed to know.

Lyla wanted it to be a surprise.

She snuck back stage to his show, brushed off the nearly palpable feeling of deja vu in the air, broke into his dressing room, and then tried to flirt him into joining the Society. Easy peasy.

Diane is a very oblivious woman. They spoke for nearly 10 minutes - and Artie decided to hear her out. He sat down on the couch in his dressing room, pulled back his hair and-

Diane goes -

"Hobie??? Is that you?! Oh my goodddd, you look so cute! Your hair!! Hobarrrrt - Why you ain't say nothing, had me standing here doing all this."

Speech completely forgotten. Mind you, she still hasn't explained anything. Diane is destined to freak out every Hobart she meets.

Artie is starting to think he should stop flirting with weird ass groupies that break into his dressing room.

Diane takes out her watch, the watch he doesn't know she has. She pulls up Lyla, the AI he doesn't know she has. And Diane asks her -

"Lyla! Does Artie stand for-" "It does!" "Oh my god!!! That makes this SO much easier! You're soo sweet, awww!!" "You know I saw the mission and thought of you-" "Am I on drugs right now?"

Needless to say - Diane's recruitment was successful.

Diane and Artie actually get on well, really well. Like weirdly well.

Artie and Diane are both extroverted, flirty, and a bit full of themselves. They're expressive, and more into their hair than they're willing to admit. They're perfect for each other - and people notice.

And Diane finds it a TAD BIT WEIRD

I mean, the differences between her and Hobie is what Diane loves about them - they're like sugar and spice, PB and J.

Sometimes Artie and Diane may accidentally finish each other's sentences - and Diane will be like 'Hey don't do that :)'. Other times, Artie will playfully be like 'Why are you standing so close to me, mama?' Just to piss her off.

Of course, Diane thinks he's 'cute'. But not Hobie Cute. And unfortunately, he 'speaks American'.

Besides, Hobie is the only Hobart for her.

Artie is definitely into Diane, but more in the 'she's a catch I would go for' kinda way. He did hit on her a couple times early on in their situation - but once she made it clear that she was 'seeing Hobie', he took the hint.

There's no jealously there - Hobarts are incapable of it. In fact, he's kinda proud the only other guy who could pull the hot girl is ..another him.

Now, Artie is a lot more like a big brother, kinda like the ones Diane grew up with in the Panther's house.

He's protective of her, in a 'Be mean to her and I'll deliver an ass whoppin on a plate' way. He thinks she's cute in the way a platonic sense, and finds her groupie mode to be as amusing as it is adorable.

It's ironic though that his ACTUAL girlfriend is - well, Diane's Opposite.

Artie & Annie:

[This section is shorter, and will be longer in Annie's post]

Diane Pastors is Annie P. is Mod-Spider.

Artie's girlfriend, Annie is the farthest thing from Diane while somehow still being just as big of a diva.

An avid feminism campaigner and modern woman, she would never be caught DEAD hanging off of Artie like that. And she can't stomach Diane all that much.

Hobie, Annie HATES. And not in a coy way. She thinks he's obnoxious - she calls him a poseur. She thinks he's a scrub.

Her & Artie are in a committed relationship - officially boyfriend and girlfriend. And instead of Annie, Artie is the one who wears her name on a chain.

Just like Diane and Hobie, Annie and Artie have a musical duo - called ModFunk.

We're almost done I PROMISE.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Random Details:

Artie's design is an inverted version of Hobie's, but it's also inspired heavily by Jimi Hendrix, mainly this photo on the left.

Right is an example of Artie's Style. His universe has a paint-marker aesthetic, a lot more colorful and soft than Hobie's, with dripping paint and splatters, but it tones down a lot - like Gwen's.

Artie plays Soul, Jazz, and Funk.

He has a band with his version of Daredevil, Felicia Hardy, and Captain Anarchy.

Artie has killed cops - and soldiers before. But he doesn't see it as a big deal. He hates cops, but he doesn't focus on it. He doesn't discriminate. Ass Whoopin's for everybody.

He DOES pull his hair back, his face isn't covered all the time. Maybe 80% of the time.

He can get around with Spidey Sense, so he doesn't care much - he loves his fro and is always picking it out.

He Pavitr are like best friends. Pavi and The Brown Twins get LOUD AS HELL when all together.

Gwen thinks he's an absolute goofball - So Artie tries his best to make her laugh. She seems like she needs it.

When not on stage and in battle, he prefers to play an acoustic guitar, which Hobie doesn't like playing. His acoustic is also blue.

Him and Hobie can play on each other's guitars, but it sounds very trippy, and VERY VERY weird, abnormally so.

If their heads are covered, or hair done like each other's, they can seamlessly pass as each other.

Hobie SUCKS at an American accent - but somehow, he can mimic Artie's perfectly.

It's the same for Artie - sucks at British, but can speak like Hobie.

He loves chocolate candy bars, Hobie likes fruity candy.

They do write songs together and go to each others shows, though they don't ever really perform together.

They wrestle A LOT

Artie is a genius as well, and they work on mechanics together, Artie is great at math specifically.

He and Hobie do each others hair care and help oil each other's scalps.

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So uh.....that's Artie :) The guy

If you made it this far THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENTERTAINING ME - Artie platonically gives you a red rose.

ALSO TELL ME Why I tried to draw him like Jimi Hendrix But he looking like the Jackson 5 IM SO SORRY YALL

Here's OG Hobie as a thank you! Just imagine two Hobarts standing on either side of you both tall and with big hair and touchy and talkative as fuck Diane is living the DREAM let your OCs be happy

Bye.

[sugarrushproductions]

What we didn't see in HH, EP 5

Husker took in a deep breath and tried to stop the tremor in his hands. Tried being the keyword. Angel and Pentious were busy talking to Mimsy, the later complaining about not having another drink.

When he finally felt he could do his job without dropping the bottles he walked into view.

"Well it's about time, pussycat," Mimsy scolded, holding out her empty cup. "What's it gonna take to get some service around here?"

Angel had noted Husker's tremor the moment he came into view. The cat demon was good at keeping it from his hands and his ears, even his wings were as still as possible when moving. The only place he saw it was his tail. As Husk took Mimsy's cup, which he did softer than he needed to, Angel had the sinking feeling that this mood change had something to do with Alastor.

He remembered how Val could sometimes make him feel, how scared he was when....

Angel scratched his neck, looking at his nearly empty drink. His eyes lit up with an idea. One that would have him going back on his word, but at least it would get Husk out of his funk.

"Hey, poor me another too, Whiskers," Angel gave Husk one of his cockiest smirks and let his bedroom eyes shine. Other than a quick flick of one ear, all he got was a quick glance as Husk put down Mimsy's drink.

"Sure thing," was Husk's short reply. Angel shared a worried glance with Pentious when he turned around, but put the look back on when Husk turned around with his new drink. Before he could pull his hand away, Angel put one of his lower ones on it. That got Husk to meet his eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"Thanks, Whiskers." Angel slid his hand further up his arm, getting narrowed eyes in response. "Is there anyway I could... repay you?"

Mimsy scoffed. "This kind of service, it seems he needs to be givin us a repayment."

Husker growled and gave her a glare out of the corner of his eyes. It softened as he felt Angel's grip tighten on his arm. Looking back at him he found nothing of the mask that the spider had just moments before. His pink eyes were filled with annoyance as Mimsy just sipped her drink.

Realization washed over Husker, making him turn his ears back to hide his blush as best he could. He'd been trying to keep them from seeing the darker side of Alastor considering everyone liked him to some extent (and the fact that Alastor would make good on the threat he'd just made). But

Angel saw through it. Of course he would, he knew what it was like. With a small smile, he gently grasped Angel's hand to move it.

"Nothing right now, kid," Husker said, turning around to make sure the heat on his white face wouldn't be see. "Thanks for the offer."

Before Angel could answer, the hotel shook as the front door creaked.

"Mimsy, we know you're in there you lousy bitch!" Someone yelled from outside, the hotel shaking once more.

The bitch in question just winced and ducked to the ground.

Headcannon: Sir Pentious definitely created a defense system after the attack. With or without Vaggie's permission, I don't know.

[rocksibblingsau]

how would the bros attempt to bond with Branch if he was country, funk, or techno?

Country Branch:

Country Trolls have a good work ethic, so I think they'd offer to help Branch with his chores. It goes... about as well as I'm sure you all expect. John Dory, despite his survival skills, is... well it takes a special kind of Troll to park at the villains concert in the space reserved for BroZone. He absolutely approaches something he's told to leave alone.

Bruce, as a Vacay Islander, isn't as used to the work ethic of Country Trolls. Personally of the belief that they probably have very short work hours on the island with lots of time for relaxing (lots of breaks too, to catch waves), so Bruce is pretty overwhelmed by the sun up to sun down work.

Clay is more of an administrator than the hands on approach. I think he lasts maybe two hours before he's desperately looking for something more paperwork-oriented to do. Unfortunately for him, there's not much of that with country trolls. They stick him on shucking and shelling corn, a job normally done by the little ones. (Side note: I used to visit a historical farmhouse and they had a big bin of corn you could shell and I did it for fun until I was made to leave. As an adult. Maybe it's the autism but I would willingly do that for fun.) Floyd's not fully healed/up to 100%, so he gets to sit in the shade and help Clay.

They do better at the hoedowns.

Funk Branch:

Funk Branch's main interest is Funk Science, of which none of the brother's should be trusted to assist with. I imagine they primarily try hanging out with Branch in Vibe City, though Branch might take them on trips into space or through the other dimensions.

"What's this dimension gonna be? A world where we're all replaced with mount rageons and bergens are drained of their happiness by trolls?"

"Nah, nothing that crazy. This is just a dimension where you for are all decent brothers who didn't leave." *chuckles* "I'm just messin with you, it's just a dimension full of spiders. Have fun."

(He lied a second time, it was a dimension made from ice cream)

Techno Branch:

They try to go full rave.

They do not succeed.

They also attempt to both give and receive rave names. Attempt.

Eventually they try something more mellow and make kandi bracelets with Branch. Personally I think there's a whole craft and guide to kandi and the colors, patterns and styles have a lot of meaning, as well as every person having a unique flair. In Techno Reef, the average Techno Troll can tell exactly who made a bracelet by looking at it.

Bruce and Floyd are rather good at it. Clay's are a little boring but he tried. John Dory... is great at tying knots. He sure can tie a knot. His kandi? Uhh... it's really cool how he put the letter beads upside down in places.

[hunting4fluff]

Spider Bite

A fanfic requested by @dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss, the first out of 2 promises! Sorry for the inactivity, I recently started college and it's completely wiped the floor with me. Anyways, enjoy!

Fluff fic, 1,328 words Lee!Reader Ler!Miguel O'Hara CWs: none Finally, a day of reprieve. 

You had been working hard all week to ensure the increasing anomalies in base were kept at bay and to say it was tiring would be a gross understatement. It had been alarm after rift after alarm, the blaring practically burned into your eardrums by now. You’d be lucky if you didn’t get tinnitus. 

What does anyone do after a long, thankless week of being on call? Why, treat themself of course!

You had just entered the bustling cafeteria with countless spider-people swishing on webs and standing in lines to get their fill when you noticed a slight shift out the corner of your eye. Your spider senses weren’t tingling, but people were definitely moving out of the way which only made the shift in the air more unsettling. Whipping your head to stare at the commotion head on, you can’t help but smile at the situation. It was just Miguel.

People knew when he was in one of his bad moods- usually he would be trying to make small talk with certain groups, grab someone’s attention when he had a small comment about their work, but never really driving people away or chatting much. Today he looked absolutely foul, glaring off into the void as he grabbed a to-go box with a burger and slinking off to his office once again. It was always a good idea to leave him be when he was in one of these funks, but the look on his face stuck around long enough in your mind to make you want to check in on him.

You grabbed a to-go box for yourself and opened a portal, bouncing down onto the platform of Miguel’s ‘office’. 

“What.” He grumbled out, hearing the soft thud and careful padding of your feet as you approached him. He saved his sharper tone for people he was less fond of, for now he just sounded tired.

“You’re in a fun mood today.” You point out, the playful smile evident in your voice as you hoist yourself up to sit on an empty spot on his desk. He spared you a glance and huffed, popping a fry into his mouth. “Aren’t you off work? Why are you still here?” He was avoiding the not-quite-question, so you of course answer then ask again.

“I wanted a meal and hopefully a conversation. What’s wrong?”

Miguel looked over at you before shaking his head with a defeated smile and rolling his eyes.

“Dios mío, you’re persistent.” He snorted, eating another fry. “Nothing, I just have one of those- what are the kids calling it? ‘RBF’s?”

You rolled your eyes at that, smiling as Miguel chuckled to himself.

“Yeah something like that.” You comment. Maybe he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as you thought.

“But since you’re here,” Miguel looked back at you, placing his food down in front of him and spinning his chair to face you. “I don’t think we officially completed your onboarding.” You blinked in surprise, quirking a brow. “Miguel, I’ve been here for three months.” You reminded him slowly, staring at him as if he had just lost his mind.

“Yes, I know that, but we skipped over a few details in your ‘canon events’ folder that I didn’t notice until a few hours ago. Lyla finally got to that part of the scan. Nada.”

Right. Of course, that made sense. You nodded your head and looked at him, waiting to continue. “Won’t take long. So, do you remember what kind of spider bit you?” He started, swiping up a screen and pulling up footage of your first canon event. The video was clearly inconclusive of the spider, the origin of it being unknown and making it harder to trace back to a definitive source.  You remembered the spider crawled under your shirt and bit your side, leaving a nasty mark the first night before you had actually gotten your powers- but you had no clue what it looked like.

“I… dunno. It’s been a while and I crushed that poor guy when I was bitten.” You shook your head. 

“Where?” It was an odd sounding question coming from Miguel, but his brain had worked faster than his words when it came spilling out. “Usually spider-people are bitten on the back of their hand, smacking it off for those who crush it. I would have been visible falling off your hand, but I can’t see it anywhere.“ He explained.

“Oh! Uh, somewhere on my side, like right here…” You gestured vaguely to where you remembered the spider biting- well, you remembered which side at least. Your left one.

“Alright… not super helpful…” He mumbled in thought, only for you to yelp in protest as he grabbed your side and held some sort of tool near it.

“Hey!” 

“Hold still, I just need a quick scan.” He ordered. Still you squirmed. It tickled. Miguel shook his head and grabbed your side again, this time earning a short giggle. He stopped in his tracks and looked up at you, processing what had just happened as you stared back at him tensely. You only had about two seconds to even stare before he had sat down his tool and scooped you up into his arms with a playful grin.

“Ticklish, are we?” He teased, one hand scribbling lightly up and down your side with the edges of his nails. The movement earned only more squirming from you as well as fresh peals of giggles as you kicked and wriggled in his grasp. His fingers skittered up to your ribs, gently tweaking the bottommost one before crawling up to lightly poke just below your underarm and crawl down again and it left you howling with laughter.

“M-miguel!” You cried out, squirming harder in your ticklish frenzy and almost managing to writhe free before he shifted his arm to wrap around your waist and start tickling your side. You doubled over with laughter, kicking out in front of you and pushing at his arm all the while his other hand came up to gently scribble at the side of your neck.

“You know, normally I wouldn’t be so childish, but I’ve been needing a little pick me up this week.” Miguel teased. You bunched up your shoulders, peals of giggles pouring out of you just as his touch began to slow down. He let you rest as you slumped in his grip, residual giggles bubbling out as you caught your breath.

“I’m a little surprised you weren’t laughing this hard as that spider crawled to your side.” He pointed out, emphasizing his point by poking two fingers into your side a couple times and sending a jolt through you.

“Ehehe- quit it!” You whined at his teasing, your cheeks growing flush as you squirmed again. Miguel chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, what? Quit this?” He began gently pinching your side up and down, pulling fresh laughter from you as you nodded your head.

“Yes- yehes! Quit thahat!” You managed to squeak out. His fingers remained pinched on your side but had stilled for the moment, but for some reason that was worse. The anticipation left you shaking and giggling, waiting for when he would start up again.

“Quit that…?” He prompted, his voice dripping with amusement as you awaited whatever fate become you.

“Please!” You spat out and Miguel relented, patting your side and finally releasing you.

“Certainly.” He snickered. You turned around and rubbed your sides, only to be greeted by Miguel’s grinning face- you can’t remember the last time he looked this happy, or even the last time he smiled. He put his hands up in faux surrender, shaking his head.

“I’m done, I swear.” He assured, and you relaxed a bit. “Let’s just finish our lunch.” He offered, sitting back down and picking up his to-go box in a gesture of good faith. Your food was still warm and it tasted delightful.

[theangelicimp]

Quiet As a Mouse, Loud As a Lion

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Summary: (based on a request from @a-kind-pandemic-disaster) You’ve had a stutter for as long as you could talk, and unfortunately people aren’t always kind about it. Luckily there happens to be someone who’s an exception to that rule.

Word Count: about 1100

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Black!reader, Hobie Brown x Black!reader

Warnings: none, aside from people being rude about reader’s stutter, reader has spider-powers and a specific code name in Hobie’s section

Request: here

AO3: here

Hobie Brown

Joining the Spider Society was one of the biggest moments of your life, right after becoming the Phantom Spider

It changed your life in many ways, but there were some things that never left

Namely your stutter

At this point in your life you understood that it wasn’t your fault and it didn’t make you any less of a person, but still it left you shying away from interactions

And sometimes it only took one bad comment to ruin your day

Like the first time you went to the Spider Society’s headquarters

You were already overwhelmed at the sheer volume of all the people there, and the prospect of introducing yourself only made things worse

So when you opened your mouth to say, “Hi-hi, I-I’m Phantom Spi-Spider!”

And the response was, “What kind of Spider-Man has a stutter?”

It was just the last push needed to send you into a spiral of anxiety

But before you could be completely consumed in stress, someone stepped in to help

A hand slapped down on your shoulder and a raspy voice, said, “Oi, oi, what’s goin’ over here? She don’t believe in consistency and neither do I!”

It was so out of the blue, it snapped you completely out of your funk

You came to know him as Hobie Brown, and he would become another big change in your life

When people talked over you, he was the one to speak up for you: “Think Phantom had somethin’ to say. Maybe dial down the wanker act, yeah?”

When you stumbled on your words, he was always willing to wait: “Take your time love, I’ve got all day to listen.”

It seemed inevitable that you would fall head over heels with him

It was actually kind of embarrassing how fast it happened — which is why you decided to stay silent about it

That is until Miles Morales showed up

It was no secret that Hobie didn’t agree with how the Spider Society did things, and you were right along with him

Spider-Man was supposed to be kind above all else, and there was nothing kind about this group

When Gwen Stacy went about setting up her rebellion, you and Hobie were right beside her

As everyone geared up to find Miles, you pulled Hobie aside

“Hey-hey, I’ve go-got something import-portant to say.”

“You got a crush on me? Yea, I already know.”

You just gawked

Turns out you weren’t as subtle about your feelings as you thought you were

You wanted the ground to just swallow you up, but Hobie does he always does and snapped you out of it

“C’mon, we can have a date once we’re done punchin-up O’Hara.”

He kissed you on the cheek and walked over to the portal, with a look on his face that said “you coming with?”

You took his hand wordlessly, and you walked through as a couple

Eddie Munson

You were used to living your life as a wallflower, on account of your condition

Years of speech therapy had amounted to nothing and now you were coming up on your senior year, with a stutter just as strong as ever

You knew having a stutter meant nothing, that it was just the way you talked, but it still didn’t do wonders for your self esteem when people made fun of you for it

You had resigned yourself to being a social outcast for the remainder of high school, with only the hope that adult life would be somewhat kinder to you

Your first day at Hawkins High started out on a high note (at least by your standards)

You managed to get by without having to introduce yourself, and no one ever called you to answer questions

But once time came along you were left with a dilemma; where do you sit?

Even if no one was looking at you, you knew everyone was waiting to see what clique you would align yourself with

You decided to sit at an empty table but then your eyes were drawn towards a table just a few feet from yours

It was full of boys all wearing the same “Hellfire Club” T-shirt, but the one that caught your eye was the one boy with long hair and silver rings on his fingers

As you watched him jump animatedly around the table, he suddenly turned and looked at you

He winked, and your cheeks warmed

You learned his name was Eddie Munson after overhearing it from some classmates

You didn’t know it yet, but this would become the start of something special

For the next month things would continue like this, a series of flirty almost interactions and you being caught off guard every time

It was torture because it seemed to come to him so easily, and you could never work up the courage to say anything to him

But what was even more torture was when your English teacher decided to partner you up with Eddie

Some boy — one of the wannabe cool kids you think — piped up, “Looks like you’re stuck with the Freak, huh?”

“Um, I-I wouldn’t ca-call him that, e-exactly.” You mutter in response, not loud enough that anyone but you would hear

Then Eddie threw an arm around your shoulder (and made your face hotter than an August afternoon)

“What would you call me then?” He said with a sly smile. Turns out someone did hear you

You couldn’t even form words after that

Thankfully he finally had mercy on you when the bell went off, which you gratefully took to flee to your locker

It was the end of the day, so you might have been able to get home without losing your composure again

But you should have known it wouldn’t be that easy, because when everyone had left Eddie stopped by your locker

“So any particular reason you don’t wanna talk to me?”

You knew this conversation had to happen one day, but you had somehow managed to trick yourself into thinking you could get by with your head down

You could try to lie your way out of it, but you’re not stupid enough to try it and Eddie’s not stupid enough to believe it

“I-I do wan-want to-to talk, but peo-people aren’t al-always nice,” you said quietly.

“Oh.” Suddenly something about the way he carried himself changed

It wasn’t like he had grown overbearing, but more like he was more open now

“I do-don’t mind talking-king to-to you a-actually. Y-you ma-make things a-a lit-litle easier to-to deal wi-with.”

“Mind if make it even easier then? Friday at seven?”

“I’d lo-love to.” And the rest as they say is history

A/N: Finally got this done after it sat in my inbox for almost a year! I'm so proud of myself for finally pulling out of my writing slump🎉🎉🎉 Writing this out meant a lot to me, because I have a sister who stutters, and is struggling to be outgoing because of it, so it really means a lot to me.

[karniss-bg3]

Going to use November as my month for writing, not novels, but anything at all (getting out of a creative funk via bg3). Kar'niss/Halsin got me eyezoom cause I do love that sweet hunk of an elf and the bug. Maybe you don't feel confident writin' origins, but perhaps, you could indulge us, in some bullet-point prompts of your own! Ideas! How might they meet, how might they seek each others company (tav not available hes the next calmest thing to karniss? KARNISS DUCK TAXI? Neither of them want to go into the city and stuck together at camp). I'LL WRITE IT. I am overconfident in my ability to slip into characters like a poltergeist. But situations maker, I am not.

Go go gadget prompt generator!

-Halsin is in need of rare bark/seeds/nuts/leaves from rather tall trees. He can’t reach and while he could wildshape to get to what he is after, he instead asks for Kar’niss’ aid to retrieve what he needs.

-Kar’niss runs into trouble while spinning a web in the forest. A gang of squirrels chitter in anger at him and while he tries to run them off they won’t leave him alone. Halsin offers to mediate the dispute using the speak with animals spell.

-Kar’niss is unable to find rest one night. The voices in his mind refuse to go silent and he’s close to having a panic attack. Halsin intervenes and offers something to aid his tormented mental state. This could be meditation, burning a certain collection of herbs and breathing in the smoke, an elixir made from special plants, or even offering him physical contact to help soothe his fear.

-They wander into town and the villagers give Kar’niss a hard time. They either heckle him, throw things, or give him the stink eye. Halsin wildshapes into a giant spider in solidarity, or he steps in to talk sense into the townsfolk in an effort to protect Kar’niss.

-Assassins from the Underdark come to collect Kar’niss’ head in the name of Lolth. It is up to Halsin, Tav, and others at camp to fend them off and keep the drider safe. Add or remove characters at your leisure.

-Kar’niss injures himself in some way. Perhaps one of his legs is broken in a fight. Halsin stays by his side and tends to his wounds dutifully, offering him comfort and kind words through the healing process. He may even have to hunt animals for Kar’niss to eat during this time.

-Halsin falls ill while the pair are traveling. Kar’niss pulls Halsin over his back and carries him to the nearest town to seek aid. He runs into push back from the townspeople but insists on someone helping Halsin, finding his voice in so doing.

These are a few good ones to start with. Enjoy and have fun writing!

[bridgyrose]

I kind of want to see more of that Yandere!Cinder thing you did

(I didnt expect to go any further with it, so... here we are)

Ruby walked through the Beacon halls, swearing she was in a haze of sorts as she continued to make her way from class to class. Faces seemed blurred as she passed by the other students, voices practically muffled as she continued through the day, only really able to focus on the professors for each class. It was almost like she wasnt herself. 

“Ruby!” 

Ruby’s heart practically jumped as she heard Cinder’s voice, relaxing a bit as she still saw her as clear as day as she felt Cinder embrace her into a hug. “Hey Cin.” 

“Want to train after classes?” Cinder asked. 

“O-oh, sure,” Ruby answered, watching as the other students seemed to avoid her. Even with unclear faces, she could still see them turn away. “I-I dont exactly have any plans anyway right now.” 

“Not even with your team?” 

“Yang and-” She went quiet as she tried to figure out a way to answer Cinder, not even sure of what her teammate’s names were anymore. She couldnt see their faces, couldnt remember names or voices, but she knew she had a team. They were there every night, even if they did avoid her. “Yang and the others will be fine if I’m not around. I dont have any plans with them tonight once I’m finished with homework.” 

“That’s great!” 

Ruby put up a nervous smile as she rubbed the back of her neck, fingers rubbing over a still healing spider bite. There was something about the sound of Cinder’s voice that felt… off… to her, but she still couldnt quite place why. There wasnt anything malicious about her excitement, even if Cinder seemed to have a death grip on her hand, nothing out of the ordinary with how cautious she was as other students passed by, always making sure to keep her away from others. And yet, it all still felt as if there was something glaringly wrong with her. 

Cinder’s smile dropped to a look of worry as she pulled Ruby close. “Everything okay?” 

“Y-yeah, lost in thought,” Ruby answered as she pulled away from Cinder to get to class. “I’ll see you once classes are done, alright?” 

“Of course.” 

Ruby smiled a bit as she walked into class, sitting down near her team. Her smile fell as she listened to them speak amongst themselves, voices still muffled as she tried to pay attention to Port’s class. It wasnt til class was half over that she realized her breathing was starting to become more shallow and her arms had started to shake. 

“M-may I be excused?” Ruby asked quickly as she raised her hand. 

Professor Port sighed, but gave a small nod. “Be quick.” 

Ruby rushed out of class with her semblance and made her way to the nearest bathroom, nearly collapsing against the sink. Sweat dripped down her face as she took a few deep breaths to calm herself, eyes practically flashing as the light shined on them until the room was filled with a bright, silver light for a brief moment. 

As her vision cleared, she saw a small string of grimm ash and smoke leave her through the healing spider bite. Once she could move again, she splashed some water on her face to wash away the sweat, arms still shaking as she took a few breaths. Once she felt  calm enough, she started to make her way back to class, nearly pausing as everything seemed clear again. Faces that seemed blurry and voices that had been muffled could be heard clearly again, though names still seemed to be missing as she made her quietly into class. 

“Everything okay, Rubes?” Yang asked. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Ruby answered back in almost a half mumble, only now realizing how far away she sat from her team, three chairs between her and her sister. “I-I guess I’ve been in a bit of a funk today.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes at Ruby. “So now you want to talk to us.” 

“You can be a bit nicer to her,” Blake said in almost a hushed whisper to Weiss. “She clearly has something on her mind.” 

“That doesnt mean she had to ignore us.” 

Ruby went back to listening to Professor Port, taking notes as the haze around her seemed to slowly lift away, a few names coming back to her as she listened to her team. Though, her mind started to wander as she tried to find a few ways to explain what had been going on with her. A haze that clouded her mind, only able to focus on a few people enough to see them clearly, to hear them, only for others to think that she was pulling away or pushing them away by ignoring them. 

With a heavy sigh, she wrote down Cinder’s name in her notes, circling it a few times as she quietly wrote a small question under the name. 

What did she do to me?

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[tirastales]

Princess Strawberry of Pop

"OH MY GOSH!!! It's a Theraposa Blondi! Also know as a Goliath Birdeater! It's the biggest species of spider known to Trollkind! Did you know that they don't actually eat birds? They got that name from an 18th century copper graving made by Maria Sibylla Trollian who depicted one eating a hummingbird- wait where did they go???"

Parents: Queen Poppy and King Branch

Siblings: Choco (Sister), Vanilla (Sister), Apple (Younger Brother), Oran (Younger Brother), Lemon (Younger Brother), Lime (Younger Brother), Blueberry (Younger Brother), Grape (Younger Sibling), Iris (Younger Sister)

Age: 24

Pronouns: He/She/They

Sexuality: Pansexual

Genre: Pop/Funk/Techno/EDM/KPop/JPop

Voice Claim: Ashley Nicolette Frangipane (Halsey)

The third eldest of the Broppy kids and last of the triplets! Bubbly, upbeat, and chock full of endless energy, Strawberry takes after her mother in never ending positivity. But instead of parties, music, and scrapbooking, Strawberry's energy is directed at bugs.

Strawberry has always had a fascination with creepy crawlies. Arachnids, insects, arthropods, you name it. The more legs it has, the better. Growing up, their parents would have to turn their pockets inside out before they came inside, to make sure nothing crawled out at the dinner table.

As an adult, he studies all the fascinating bugs around Trollstopia, and the history of their kinds relationship with Trolls. Strawberry will talk endlessly about them to anyone who will listen for more than five minutes, which is mostly his sisters.

Strawberry has a diverse tast in music. She's never really felt set in just one kind. Strawberry likes loud, wild music that you can play at raves and parties, something that gets you bouncing endlessly. It helps her channel her near endless energy.

Strawberry is very close with her friends and family, and will often go out of their way to make sure everyone around them is happy, a trait she picks up from her mother.

She currently resides in Trollstopia alongaide her family.

Fun Facts!

- Strawberry is never seen without bugs somewhere on her person. In her hair, on her shoulders, crawling through her tail, ext. It often scares the hell outta other Trolls who don't expect to see giant spiders come crawling over her shoulder.

-Strawberry is currently dating Yeona. Strawberry loves to surprise her students with spontaneous visits and lessons on weird bugs. Yeona made the small anklet she wears when doing an arts and crafts lesson with her students.

- Strawberry has a large pet centipede named Jeffery. He's over a foot long and curls around her room while sleeping. Not many who walk in notice him until he uncurls himself.

And that's the last of the Triplets!! I love Strawberry she's my little Poppy clone. I wanted one of my OCs to love bugs, idk why, I just think it's cute xP

Voice Example: Could Have Been Me (Halsey)

[aimmyarrowshigh]

random ask: tell us about the best comic book you've read recently?

Good question! Honestly, I haven't been reading very much at all this month because my brain is too Consumed By The Horrors to have the ability to focus on anything at all.

I also feel like I've been in a bit of a comics funk ever since finishing Patsy Walker AKA Hellcat!, because it was SO my jam in pretty much every way, and that whole comics Thing where after that run, everything that happened in it kind of got waved away for the next Hellcat runs made me really grumpy. I don't like that immediately after PWAKAH, Patsy's next run was as Iron Man's sidepiece, and then after that she has such a SHARP and COMPLETE tone-shift for the most recent run compared to PWAKAH. Like, I get that they panicked and wanted to make her Sexy(TM) again or whatever, but... blech. Bring back Ian and Tom! Bring back her friendship with Jen! Bring back her friendship with Jubilee! Bring back Bailey! Bring back her doing good and being happy and gaining self-actualization!!!

I mean, I like the haunted house aspect of the most recent run, but it's not my TYPE of haunted house story. ::pushes a glass off the desk like a cat::

I'm trying to think what else I've read recently that I liked as much as PWAKAH. I always like Silk's solo runs. I'm enjoying "Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver" even though the Wizard is a supremely silly villain. I'm really excited for the return of Strange Academy, even if it is part of the Blood Hunt event which... ugh. I mean, I'm gonna read it all. But Marvel Dracula is such a fuckin' nerd (and he owes Moon Knight money).

OH OH OH! In a RARE FOR ME departure from Marvel, I read DC's graphic novel "Whistle," which I mostly read because I love e.lockhart and also stories about Jewish teenage girls, and I loved it. LOVED it. Highly highly highly recommend.

Also recommend the novel "Winter Soldier: Cold Front." I cried.

I'm still enjoying the current run of Doctor Strange, and everything starting with The Death Of Doctor Strange/Strange Academy in... 2022? 2021? Whenever that was. The DODS: Spider-Man & Black Cat issue is one of my all-time favorite comics issues. I really enjoyed last year's Scarlet Witch run, although I didn't love the Contest of Champions event as much as I wanted to love it.

I enjoyed Avengers Inc. a lot! I do feel like it was hampered by being a miniseries instead of a longer run, because the big reveal(s) weren't given the space they needed to have the gravity and weight they deserved, IMO, given the characters involved and the huge pendulum swing that happened, but. I did enjoy it overall. I like mysteries and I like Janet, so that was fun.

What I'm most looking forward to at the moment is the novel "What If... Wanda Maximoff and Peter Parker Were Siblings?" by @seananmcguire because OH MY GOD. EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT IS MY FAVORITE FOOD. I WANT TO EAT IT ALL RIGHT NOW.

[spidey-bie]

so we already know that he listens to black punk musicians like the Nova Twins and The Muslims...

but I also think he would listen to black artists of damn near every genre, more specifically stuff like rock, r&b, soul, and honestly even country bc 1. all of them were pioneered by black ppl and 2. he won't be constrained/defined by a single genre

he takes his interest in music vv seriously, consequentially he considers recommending stuff an act of care and affection and will analyze everything he knows abt you bc he wants to make sure you like what he suggests (kind of like how some ppl take gift giving very seriously)

all of this to say: he considers making a playlist for someone a very intimate thing and definitely makes one for you after yall get close enough

First of all may I just say sir that I must eat your brain at some point. Like UGHHHHHHH.

Of course he listens to all genres he doesn't believe in consistency. I wonder what he listens to depending on his mood tho. Does he listen to punk more when he's happy or does he use it to hype himself up when he's feeling down? (I feel like during his downtime his just sits while vibing to some Nina Simone or Aretha Franklin.)

TO HAVE A PLAYLIST BY HOBIE. Highest honor. Like all the time it takes for him to come to know you and the kind of music you listen to. Imagine him giving all the spider teens mix taps with music from his dimension. *Sobs*

Seeing how his dimension is set in the 70s he's literally in the middle of the Disco boom which is incredibly funny to me. Do you think he'd listen to disco? I doubt it NGL. It'd be funny to think about though.

BUT WAIT. I just thought about the Arachkids showing him their favorite music from their dimension. Miles shared his favorite R&B and Hip Hop artists while Gwen shared her favorite Pop artists. (Idk what type of music Margo and Pavitr listen to NGL.) And after learning about more modern artists he incorporates their music into his playlists and makes them each a whole new mix tape.

But yeah Funk, R&B, Hip Hop, and Jazz you like Jazz. I can definitely see him listening to all of these genres

[marinaratrench05]

(I apologize in advance for the long ask)

About your little fairy Trolls AU, I'm no entomologist but I do know that there are a huge variety of bugs out there that have many different ways of life that you can pick from. I only know a few off the top of my head (and from what I remember from college biology classes).

You have Pollinators (butterflies, bees, flies etc.): Those that pollinate plants and help them bear food for other animals. (Also known as one of the most important rolls in nature.)

Decomposers (pillbugs, millipedes, termites, etc.): those that eat decaying plant matter to recycle nutrients back into the ecosystem.

Pest Control (spiders, ladybugs, mantises, etc.): those that eat other bugs that could naturally cause harm or unbalance to the ecosystem.

Hive Minds (ants, wasps, etc.): those that are apart of a colony that have their own hierarchy with many different designated jobs that work as one unit.

Course you also have the pests (Mosquitoes, ticks, fleas, any invasive species, etc.): Mostly parasites or those that can cause a great deal of damage to an ecosystem or to a specific plant(s) and/or animal(s) in it.

I don't know what you're looking for specifically, like putting one genre of trolls into a group like these (for example I can totally see the classic trolls being pollinators with how they move and act), or just looking for bugs that you can slap trolls together with (I can personally see rock trolls being spider-like or any of the 'scarier' types of bugs), but hope this helps either way.

No problem! The longer the ask, the more read!

Thanks for all this; I knew the basics of a lot of bug things, but it was a useful reminder. Especially decomposes and pest control.

I'm still tweaking some stuff, but I'll be using a mix bug/fish/mammal attributes. They'll also be related to the ecosystem with a magical twist, like the fairies in Tinkerbell being seasonal helpers. I'll be making individual posts with art for each race, but here's what I've got:

Pop Trolls would be pollinators, mostly butterflies or anything close. They handle spring, and represent similar themes of hope, happiness and rebirth.

Techno Trolls would still be fish, but with more variation and resembling flying fish/ornamental ones. They live in all kinds of bodies of water, but wherever they reside will be more lively. They handle currents and tides, and all things related to it, like storms and rain.

Country Trolls were a toughie for me, but I settled on a sort of centaur form with Hippogrifs (half horse/bird). They handle autumn, relating to decay, harvest and change.

Classical Trolls are bees, more so for the hive vibe they give off, and their importance on harmony and following their conductor/Queen. They handle pollution too, more so in summer.

Funk Trolls were also tricky, but I've thought of a mix between night creatures, like fireflies, some beetles and moths. They're that cool, mysterious vibe you get in the night, with glowing bodies and homes that shine so prettily in the dark.

Finally, we got Rock Trolls, which are a mix of the "scary" bugs and beasts of nature: mosquitoes, bat's, spiders, scorpions, etc. Where most Trolls represent pretty positive outlooks on nature, if complex at worst, Rock Trolls represent chaos, destruction and "breaking the peace" or such. They're that necessary part of life where things need to be torn up and thrown around, if just a little.

This is just my outline for these races, not touching on the other, bigger ones (Bergens and such) which I think I'd keep to the fairy tail vibe for. Until then, have fun with this little taste, and I'll try to answer any questions.

[rocksibblingsau]

Weilcome to the rocksiblings blog, we're we have all types of yaoi for all different kinds of tastes! We have:

Regular Yaoi - (Any) Branch/Synth

Toxic Yaoi - SJ Branch/Chaz

Doomed Yaoi - SJ Branch/Lownote Jones

Old Man Yaoi: Thrash/Drag

Homoerotic Rivals Yaoi - Rock Branch/Spider

Yuri-coded Yaoi - Rock Branch/Demo

"Straight Ship But In My Heart It's Actually Yaoi" Yaoi - Rock Branch/Val

"I Don't Know What They Have Going On And Neither Do They" Yaoi - Funk Branch/Lownote Jones

Never Meet in Canon Yaoi - Hickory/Trollex

Toxic Old Man Yaoi - Beat Box Button/Trollex's Dad

And many, many more!

BEAT DROP X TROLLEX'S DAD?????

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Dude I absolutely adore your blog and your OC?? Disco spider is everything I strive to be in life 😭

Also, about disco spider. Does she have any powers outside of like the normal set spider powers? [Like Miles invisibility and electricity?]

Thank you so much!! Disco was the whole reason I learned how to draw recently lol

But yes, she does!! (sorry if this is long cause it kinda has to do with her arc and theres like a story behind it sorryr lojfkghdjj)

Disco-Spider's Summer Song

Diane's special attack is her Summer Song, otherwise called 'A Donna' by her team-mates. It's kind of a 'Black Canary' type power, named after the Disco singer Donna Summer rather than the season.

While performing or in battle, Diane can belt a high-note loud and high enough short near-by electronics and stun or daze people.

The dazing effect is useful for giving performances a mystifying feeling, but unlike Miles cannot do it on command nearly as easy.

It doesn't work if she yells, and she has to warm up her scales to even be able to attempt it.

They're less like Ariana Grande whistle notes and more like the belted notes of the song 'Funkytown'.

If it's done without some form of music, it's nearly impossible to do - and she has only done it without music maybe 3 times before - once being at Miguel after Gwen gets sent home.

She can however attempt it more if she's playing her bass Opal. However she'd never go swinging Opal around in battle the way Hobie does (lol)

Disco, Hobie, & the Summer Song more context on how it plays into her arc

About a year into knowing each other, Diane and Hobie discovered during a battle that her Summer Song reacts to Hobie's guitar playing

Albeit with a lot of drawbacks.

The power is a lot less predictable with Hobie's music style - and when she attempts to hit a Donna, it's effects will be partially influenced by his playing.

This is implied, with her Summer Song being most powerful when the both of them are playing.

But every successful Donna she's hit with Hobie leaves her voice raw for at least at day. Hobie's music is heavily influenced by the Gwen Stacy of his universe, and although Diane can match her range, she sits a whole octave above Diane.

Because of that, singing with Hobie - in battle or on stage - pushes her to the top of her register. So they don't do it often. Besides, she hates singing hard rock.

BUTTT the two of them do have a 'secret weapon' they haven't ever tried in person. At one point in knowing each other, Hobie and Diane dated for two weeks, fought the entire time, wrote and an album and then broke up.

They actually were in a pretty sour place at the time, and the last argument they had came down to eventually making a song together to settle it - a very angry and uptempo funk-rock song.

They have only ever played the song twice.

The time they played it before the breakup - it was enough to cause a good chunk of damage to Hobie's houseboat, and they broke up immediately after.

The second time they played it, it was Gwen's idea in an attempt to get them to reconnect. The three of them polished the song, with Gwen acting as mediator on drums.

The effects of the finished song were pretty catastrophic (in a good way) -

However it took a large hit to Diane - causing her to lose her voice for 3 or so days. She slept most of that time and was completely exhausted and out of it. A bit guilt-ridden, Hobie took care of her then and they rekindled from there.

Now they're back to being close - somethings. A good something, though.

They still haven't played the song again. Hobie always pushed Diane to develop vocally and push herself range wise, but that song is probably the only time he's like 'hey maybe dont go for that one.'

but Diane is adamant that if they were to try a third time, they'd get it completely right.

And for anyone who read this far (thank you soo much!!!!), and this is the song they 'wrote' before their breakup

[It's by Kimbra, the woman who featured on 'Somebody I Used to Know'. It's a rock-funk song where her vocal range is CRAZY. Her voice could totally tear a houseboat to shreds]

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Incorrect Quotes, Wild Field Trips edition

(for @daiohficblog)

Chris: *walks into the Tortuga*

Chris: *casually looks up* Ah, a spider.

Carlos (with spider powers): WHERE?!?!

Phoebe: Bears are easily one of the most animals of all time, but a close second is the fossa.

Phoebe: *shows the team a picture of a fossa* Like that sure is an animal all right.

Keesha: Ralphie, we can't just hold a rope between some bushes and expect one of the villains to run through and trip on it! It's just bad planning!

*Zach runs by and trips over the rope*

Keesha: Never mind, I like this plan!

Mikey, in the science lab: I'm like 75% sure this won't explode.

Wanda: *miniaturizes herself*

Wanda: Ok, time to go back to normal size!

Wanda: *can't find the Miniaturizer*

Wanda: *has an idea*

Wanda: *has climbed up onto Aviva's work station computer and is now typing a message by jumping on the keys*

Several minutes later...

Aviva: Hey, who wrote "HELP I'M A BUG" on my computer program?

Martin: I went to the store and bought Quick Oats. The next day, my brother came back with Instant Oats. I will not be humiliated like this. I must now find an even sooner oat.

The crew: *watching footage of a cheetah chasing a gazelle*

Carlos: That gazebo is so screwed.

D.A.: Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?

D.A.: Are. You. Sure?

(overhead from another room)

Martin: Are you sure this is a good plan?

Chris: Trust me, this will work. I have the leg strength of a blue whale.

Martin: Blue whales don't have legs.

Wanda: (sits in front of the Tortuga computer) Knowledge!

Koki: What kind?

Wanda: Knees! Penguins! Do they have 'em?

Koki: Yes.

Wanda: Knowledge!

Koki: Want to watch cat videos? Those make you happy.

Wanda: Where penguins go when die?

Koki: (sending her the link) Here.

Wanda: Orca eat penguin video.

Koki: Here.

Wanda: How survive orca attack.

Koki: Here.

Wanda: How survive shark attack.

Koki: Here.

Wanda: When shark eat leg, when shark poop leg out?

Koki: WHY?!

Wanda: I crave knowledge!

Koki: Here.

Wanda: How shark make shark babies?

Koki: Here.

Wanda: SHARK BABIES EAT EACH OTHER?!

Koki: (shrugs) Some kinds.

Wanda: Little serial killers.

Koki: Yeah…. OHHHH. Oh no.

Wanda: True crime!

Koki: NO.

Wanda: YES!

Koki: I hate you.

Wanda, already typing: EVIL CRIME NEVER CAUGHT MOST LIKELY KILL ME IN SLEEP LOCATION ON.

Koki: *sigh* Here.

….

Koki: So cat videos?

Wanda, close to tears: Yes please.

Everyone: *chilling in the Tortuga— reading, working on inventions, playing video games, etc..*

The lights: *suddenly go out*

DA: So much for reading my book.

Phoebe: Why is it so dark?

Carlos: I think the power went out, Phoebs.

Aviva: All right, which one of you was touching the electric panels again?

Martin: You want me to just activate electric eel powers?

Aviva: No! That’ll fry the circuits. Just let me.. just let me figure it out.

*footsteps*

"Ow, you’re standing on my foot!"

“Wasn’t me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

“Are you hugging me?”

“No.”

“Are you scared of the dark?”

“What? No. No. I’m not.”

Chris: Hey guys. I’m gonna head outside for a little bit. But if you see Aviva, it was not my fault.

Aviva: I heard that!

Chris: See you guys later! 

*sound of running footsteps*

Everyone: RUN, CHRIS, RUN!

Carlos: Let me think of a plan. I'm best at plans.

D.A.: No, you're not.

Carlos: Name one bad plan I've made.

[SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE TYPING...]

Martin: I just found out that my gecko friend’s tail works on my Creaturepod’s touch screen, so I’m gonna let her make a post and let spell check interpret the words.

The gecko’s post: Funks go e y y man kill zucchini angst

Chris: The gecko has spoken.

Announcement from the Tortuga:

ATTENTION: There will be no snakes at this Friday’s movie/sleepover night. There was a typo in last week’s announcement bulletin that said we will have snakes. SNACKS is what we will have.

Not that we have anything against snakes— in fact, we think they’re great. In fact, we will have snakes at the Tortuga HQ in May during our Reptile Hangout Day.

To summarize:

April 12: No snakes.

May 22: Yes snakes.

Mikey: Today a kid in my drama class* got detention, but he pulled a Monopoly Get Out of Jail Free card out of his pocket and my teacher let him out of it.

Gavin: How do you get detention in drama?

Mikey: Long story short, he kicked the ceiling by accident.

Gavin: How you do kick a ceiling by accident?

(*that kid was Carlos. Mikey's own brother.)

Keesha: None of ya'll know what propaganda is, do you?

Carlos: It's when a British person takes a good look at something.

Jimmy: I spent all day doing side quests instead of progressing the main story.

Ralphie: I know you're talking about a video game, but this is actually a really good metaphor for my life.

Wanda: I despise you with every inch of my being.

One of the villains: Well, it isn't a lot of inches.

Carlos (struggling to hold Wanda back): RUN

Carlos: I go to Home Depot

Carlos: I eat the tools

Aviva: Stop it

Carlos: crumch

Carlos: You see, I LOVE classical music. I like Bach, Mozart, and ... ummmm.....

Carlos: *looks at smudged writing on his hand that's supposed to say "Beethoven"*

Carlos: That's right. Beef oven.

Ralphie: Guys, it actually happens! I saw a documentary about it!

Wanda: Was it a documentary, or was it that movie about the robots we watched at your birthday sleepover?

Ralphie: It was a documentary!

Ralphie (once Wanda is out of earshot): It was the movie about the robots.

Tim: A DND party made entirely of orc bards

Carlos: An orchestra

D.A.: NO

(during a game of Uno)

“Brother, please, no.”

“I’m sorry. I have to.”

“Please, I’m begging you, after all we’ve been through?”

“I’m sorry. [places a draw 4 card] Uno.”

(This could either happen with Martin and Chris or Carlos and Mikey.)

Phoebe: *trying to wake Carlos up* Don’t make me get the water bucket.

Carlos: (half-asleep) You wouldn’t.

Ralphie: *walking past them while dripping wet* Yes, she would.

D.A.: ðe best þing about learning languages is all ðe new characters you get to use, þank you for coming to my TED talk.

Koki: I agree with you, but you have to stop trying to bring back the thorn and eth.