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[grapecaseschoices]

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i think this all the time whenever someone says something taht they could just google. just pull up wikipedia. and heck half yall dont even wanna go that far. just ask your ridiculous grok. though i saw a bunch of people asking grok shit on twitter and being satisfied with the incorrect and/or ai robot admitted limited responses. but still ... AT LEAST.

[silversoulsociety]

The vice guild master of the Hunters Guild, and the ninth S-Rank hunter in this country. Cha Hae-in, the Dancer. Incredible... I have to wonder how many people in the world have that much aura.

Solo Leveling S2E4

[lightsonmywalls]

Being inside a pred while they shower has to be such a nice experience. I wonder if the sound of the water running off their skin sounds like rain on a window, and how long they'd sit with their legs crossed on the tiled floor enjoying warm water on their belly.

[skltart]

hawkeye, my good friend hawkeye

[safety-writes-noms]

Did someone say continuing hyper fixation with Spider-Verse?

You just like me fr. :')

Haha, anyway, here's a thought - do you think borrowers exist in 2099?

How would you imagine an encounter between Miguel and a borrower would go, either in his apartment or in his lab? Perhaps he's tired after a long day at Spider Society and just noms the borrower without asking questions - he'll interrogate them in the morning (maybe he'll feel bad once he wakes up and they're a terrified mess trembling in his gut).

~We love a bit of fearplay followed by comforting reassurance. :D ~

18+ ACCOUNTS AND MDNI PLEASE DNI!! I AM A MINOR!! yesyesyesyes omg imagine being a borrower in 2099

(I didn’t mean to write a whole little fic thing Jesus)

i don't think he's really at his apartment all that often (I'm going off of his original comics leading to atsv) since he's constantly trying to keep the multiverse together so to a desperate borrower, it must be a relief to find a seemingly deserted apartment with electricity and all working components.

and it's massive!! there are a bunch of nooks and crannies that any borrower could just make a nice little home in and it's so easy to get food from the seemingly endless supplies of care packages from some guy named Gabriel (who tf is that?) it seems like a heaven for a weary borrower who's braved giant cannibalistic flying men and flyboys who seem to enjoy stomping out your kind cruelly.

of course there's always a catch. you're sitting on the table when the lights suddenly turn on and a low voice rasps, "Lyla. Lights on, 25% brightness."

A massive figure stumbles through the window in the bathroom. Now, humans and other kind are usually large but this person? absolutely massive. they have to at least tower over any normal human. you freeze in place, blood turning to lead in your veins. Oh gods. You're exposed, terribly exposed. there's no way to get down from the table quickly unless you want to shatter all the bones in your legs.

The person -- seemingly male, blinks at you tiredly. shadows stretch deep beneath his eyes and he's in a sort of suit, a blue-ish black, embellished with angry red that leers at you in the form of a skull. you've seen it before in the snippets of newspaper you've scrounged up from the trash and the glimpses from the holospheres around the city low to the ground. Spiderman, reborn. Spiderman, back from the dead, futuristic and without qualms of killing unlike his predecessor.

Oh no. you've made a home for yourself in Spiderman's apartment. or worse, a Spiderite. But going off of how high-tech that suit is and how accurate it is, this guy is either the genuine article or a very devoted Spiderite. either way, you're doomed.

The man just stares at you for a moment, dropping off his bag and crawling in from the bathroom window he opened from the outside. definitely the real thing. He sighs and trudges over with an exhausted glare. oh, he looks pissed. super pissed.

you tryto escape, you really do, diving off the side of the coffee table with a split second thought. unfortunately, your home invasion victim also seems incredibly fast and a massive palm curls around your body before you hit the hard ground. it knocks the breath out of you entirely and you open your mouth soundlessly, too shocked and terrified out your mind to plead for mercy, to beg, to cry, to do anything.

it all happens so quickly. one moment you're being held in a warm palm, the next second you're confronted by a fang filled maw, sharp canines on full display as you're unceremoniously stuffed inside.

this time you find it in you to actually scream, fat load of good it does you. the massive tongue (oh gods, oh gods, you're in a mouth) curls around your body, soaking you in saliva, turning you over, squishing you in the fleshy side of a cheek. You're getting kinda dizzy and any protests to this confusingly gentle treatment are silenced pretty efficiently. While you're glad you're not being crushed to a broken mess by those horrifying teeth, you're still so, so scared.

Then everything pauses and you breathe, laying on the warm ground. you know ifs not actually ground, but if you dwell on this any more you're gonna give yourself a panic attack. then everything shifts and you're sliding downwards to your horror. please, you find yourself praying, don't let me die like this. Oh, whatever up there, whatever exists. don't let me die like this.

and on par with your usual luck, whatever up there just cackles in your face and you manage a small, hiccuping cry as you're squeezed down a tight, undulating tube. it's awfully warm and slick and with a loud gllk, you're sealed away. you squeeze your eyes shut and pretend that the warmth sliding down your face is just saliva and not tears.

It might take forever. It might take a second. You retreat into the foggy recession of your mind for a little bit until you register sliding somewhere more spacious. This is when it really sets in. You’re stuck. You’re going to die. In this soft, cushy place thrumming with warmth and gentle tightening squeezes, all you can think about is the fact that you are somewhere inside another person, you’re stuck, and there’s no getting out.

Hopelessness swamps over you immediately and you tuck yourself into whatever corner you can find in this ever shifting, curling, living space. You don’t want to think about the fact that you’re in a stomach. Or anywhere really. You can’t do anything. Maybe, if you close your eyes, it’ll be over soon. Faintly, you register the fact that you’re shaking like a leaf. Trembling.

but all you can feel is utter despair. Is it too much to ask for a home? Are you simply not born for happiness? It seems your luck has run out. Too bad there won’t be a next time to try again.

—

Okay. Maybe Lady Luck hasn’t forsaken you entirely, yet. You wake up (miraculously!) and though you find yourself still inside your captor’s stomach, you’re in one piece. It’s a slow, screeching, clawing way to full wakefulness because you feel so sleepy — something that’s immediately shattered to pieces once you hear a low, grumbly voice of the giant that’s sentenced you to a slow, painful death.

“You awake?” The walls around you contract a little as he seemingly pats his stomach lightly. You’re too petrified (and furious) to respond. Awake? What is this human playing at? Oh gods. You desperately pray that this one isn’t hoping to play around with you before killing you. “Come on, I can feel you moving in there.”

moving? More like shaking. But you don’t see a point to keeping silent much longer since he already knows you’re not asleep.

“What more do you want from me?!” You yell, and your words crack in the middle, splintering into stifled sobs. Maybe you lied, before. Warm wetness spills down your cheeks and you wipe away your tears with a soaked sleeve, sniffling pathetically. You think it’s warranted, at this point. There’s no one to make fun of you now (except the giant.) “Isn’t it bad enough that you’re gonna kill me slowly? Painfully?”

the reminder of it all just creates more fresh tears. This isn’t fair. All you wanted was a home. Somewhere that was safe. You suck in a breath through your teeth, burying your face in your knees. It does no good. You can still feel the muscles of the stomach beneath your feet.

There’s a thick silence for a moment, broken only by your stuttering cries.

“Shocking hell. I’m not — I’m not gonna kill you. I’m not gonna hurt you.” This time, the human sounds distinctly guilty. “God. No, no no. Shit.” He groans, and you sniffle. He should feel bad, you think viciously. Then your brain catches up with the rest of what he actually said, and then blue screens.

“What do you mean you’re not gonna kill me? You ate me!” You shriek, almost hysterical. The human sucks in a breath through his teeth, just barely audible from the gurgling ambiance and beat of his heart, somewhere inside the body.

“I… did do that, yeah,” he agrees slowly. “But you’re safe. I swear it. Look, I’m sorry. Don’t worry, you’re not gonna be hurt in any way, shape or form. My body is uh, weird like that.” The walls around you squeeze comfortingly, almost like a hug. To your immense dislike and surprise, it makes you feel just the slightest bit better. Gods.

“Then — why did you eat me in the first place?” You hiccup and the man sighs.

“I was. Tired.” He admits bitterly like he’s disappointed in himself for that. “I can fully own up on this — I really wasn’t thinking. I’ve got these instincts and — shock, these sound like excuses. What I’m trying to say is, it was a mistake on my part and I’m sorry. You’re safe. I’m just wondering what you were doing in my house..”

You don’t know what to make of his explanation so you just decide to keep it going. If he’s telling the truth, then you will personally make a shrine to Spider-Man like a full on Spiderite. Maybe.

“I was — I needed a place to live. My old one was demolished by some flyboys. I’m — im sorry. I didn’t know this place wasn’t abandoned. I just — I just wanted a place to call home.” You’re crying now, for real. You’re not ashamed to admit it.

The man sighs again.

“Shh. S’okay. You’re fine. You’re going to be okay. I’m gonna let you out in a bit, alright? I was wondering why Lyla kept tripping the sensor for mice… guess I got my answer.” He mutters that last part to himself and you blink at his rueful tone. This human is achingly gentle, or at least, from what you can tell. You’re hoping against hope he’s telling the truth… but he tried to comfort you. And to your disdain and slowed tears, it actually works. Damn him and his dumb deep grumbly voice. It vibrates through his body lightly, but you can feel it. “Don’t cry, I got you. We can talk more once you’re out, okay? My name’s Miguel. You’re okay.”

and because you’re that dumb, and that hopeful, you believe him. After all, Spider-Man has historically been for the people.

[anime-captured]

Baek Yoonho

[kaiowut99]

TFSP Translation Progress Update: Shark Nasch's Lines

get it Nasch's Lines/Nazca Lines er anyway

ding Shark's all done! After finishing up Yuma's last two stories (I'd done his first two as I was prepping my announcement video for this whole thing), I just wrapped up re-translating Shark's story events in TFSP, and it's kinda neat how Yuma's gets you to this bit from his POV while Shark's story events get you here from his POV after he comes to terms with his past memories (so the "it's been ages" line was in both stories, just a little differently lol; these are from his last event). And while I wish they'd coded in Nasch (and the other Barians' Barian forms) so he could turn into him in these bits, to the game's credit, Shark's sprite early into his story has him without his Barian necklace, but he gets it once he starts accepting that he's Nasch.

I've already worked on Shark's in-duel dialogue from my work on that video, so I'll be giving those a once-over next and then working fresh on his bio, which I thought I'd already done. That'll then do it for this go-around of TFSP work as I jump back into GX and finalize my subs for episodes 122 and 123; I'll likely put up a little video of some of Shark's story translation and in-duel lines once done, so stay tuned!

[hana-bobo-finch]

fooling around with the Lore™️ of PDBC and the additions I’ve made make the fact that Jimmy Carter is just There even funnier. He’s not just there, he presumably survived a supernova that wiped out all human life, went undetected by the entire world (and supernatural beings) for years, and only reemerged from his Jimmy Carter den to bet on a child fighting ring and promptly die

[viaphni]

they're so goofy

[misforgotten2]

Ore-Ida could back off on the carbs.

Better Homes and Gardens December 1973

[encryptedcryptid]

I wish someone would come to my work and slip me a note ordering me off the menu.

[lightsonmywalls]

Saying "just get cozy" to my gurgling gut as if my prey isn't going soft is just so nice

[nene-san49]

Saturday Anime Line Up!

S-Rank Monster no "Behemoth" dakedo, Neko to Machigawarete Elf Musume no Pet toshite Kurashitemasu

This week episode was such a blast! The fight sakuga was on point and Tama's third evolution was pretty impressive! Also everyone's level up was impressive and Aria even got that level up in the end!🧐

Sakamoto Days

This was a good ending to this arc. I am glad that Shiji knows that the people that feared him actual care about him a lot. Oh and watching Sakamoto destroy Deerhead/patchwork dude was soooo satisfying!😎

Babanbabanban Vampire

Oooooh we got a tsundere and I am here for her! Who I am not here for though is her abusive dad so if Mori can just chomp him out of existence that would be fabulous.😈

A-Rank Party wo Ridatsu shita Ore wa, Moto Oshiego-tachi to Meikyuu Shinbu wo Mezasu

Yuki is a real hero! Going back for Jamie after she helped Clover to escape was the right thing to do. Also ending for Simon was chef's kiss. Couldn't have happened to a nicer abusive jerk.😌

Solo Leveling Season 2: Arise from the Shadow

I'm not crying you are! No we all were when his mom opened her eyes and sat up. If the season ended right here I would have been fine with me but of course we are going to get ready to go to Jeju island with the Japanese group. Although this little mini rumble we are getting into ought to be good. Too bad Jinwoo can't be in on it cause it would not be fair.🤭

[safety-writes-noms]

SPOT! SPOT BELOVED! If you have any stray thoughts, I would love to hear them

I DO INDEED HAVE STRAY THOUGHTS {^[]^}> !! Tw, vore near the end :3 (I’m a minor, mdni/sex shit, please don’t interact)

I feel like he’d be so afraid to look at himself in the mirror when he first turned into the Spot. Sallow, unnatural paper white flesh, empty black voids patterned all over his skin. No face, no defining features. His family won’t even look at him — they can’t bear to see such an inhuman monstrosity walking around in their home. He’s isolated, hated, feared.

but just one small friend. Someone who’s stuck with him all along. How did he find this tiny? Maybe they were a lab experiment. Maybe he helped them out in the middle of a freezing, snowy winter. It doesn’t matter how he found them, only that they don’t really care what he looks like. He feels like an actual person when he gets to cradle them in his palms and chatter until his voice runs hoarse.

they listen to all of his passion filled rants, all of his muted sorrows, his quiet secrets, and they offer nothing but steady comfort and support. They’re content to travel with him everywhere, perched on his shoulder or curled up safely in a pocket. He can’t help but take comfort in having someone else who is irrevocably a person, but not considered human, by his side.

And even though he’s not fully sure how his anatomy works anymore (god, a horrifying thought for a former scientist such as himself) he just has this feeling, deep in his chest to hold his little friend as close as he possibly can to his heart. They’ve had their fair share of tragedies, had done their best to survive in the cruel downtown areas of Brooklyn.

so when he lovingly, carefully tucks them away in one of his spots when they need it, all he’s thinking of is ‘The safest place I can give’. They end up popping up in his stomach, soft and cradled gently by his body. His skin is cool to the touch on the outside, but in? It’s a sweet kind of warmth, the distant beat of his echoing, muted heartbeat humming faintly through the inner workings of his body.

To his delight and surprise, he can feel every movement. Can just barely hear the second heartbeat, tucked away carefully. He misses his old life. But he wouldn’t trade his current for the world. Now if only he could just get revenge on that awful, despicable ‘superhero’.

[anime-captured]

Sung Jinwoo

[iamthepulta]

I just realized after- *looks at calendar* -however long I've been a geologist, P-T diagrams have given me so much trouble because they're in fact NOT space-time diagrams and you do not put them into geologic context, you just kinda. Stare at them.