#whatever u get the gist

[ghoapieboy]

Kissy faces galore

[minyooon3012]

Anyone else thinking about that moment in tsh where Charles says “I’ll call you” and winks, and Richard (see: gay mess) blushes? No? Just me?

[stxneflxwers]

pocky day!

aventurine is an expert at this, clearly (/s). the little shit thinks it's hilarious to cause you to bite the pocky at the last moment, though. he will do anything it takes to get you to nibble a little too hard on accident and snap the pocky. you will never get a single kiss from him in a pocky game without at least first getting teased for a long time. but, then again, you can just take matters into your own hands...and get back at him, sooner or later.

boothill is the poor guy that can't do the pocky game to save his life – his teeth are far too...let's say...sharp. he may as well be suck on the pocky stick instead, which you have to stop yourself from laughing and or teasing him. or else he'll never do this again. it takes about maybe 10 or more pocky sticks before you can even dream about getting a tie and leaving a sweet, chocolatey kiss on his lips.

acheron is confused. very confused. but she rolls with it. she enjoys peaches, which are sweet – kind of like chocolate if you do some expert mental gymnastics. it takes her a couple of tries to truly understand the concept of the game, at first she had merely thought winning was all it was about. but, once she realized it was about getting a tie, well... the kiss was far sweeter than any pocky or any peach.

gallagher is another little shit, but only to a mild degree. instead of eating the damned pocky, he takes the pocky from you and sticks it in one of his drinks. and then he hums for a long time, like he's thinking (he's not). he does eventually play along with the game, and the tie is secured with a soft, chaste kiss. and then he asks you if he can have a couple of more sticks – he wants to make a nice concoction to honor this little "event."

misha is a kid, but hey, you give him a full box of pocky anyway! he deserves to have a treat now and again for his hard work. no game is played, you don't even tell him what the game is. you two simply chat, eat pocky, and enjoy the eye-catching landscape of dreamflux reef together. (he wants to remember this moment forever.)

[thedeathdeelers]

i hope “what brings you here?” “i was bored” becomes their thing 🥹

like

——

seung-hyo lets out an involuntary gasp, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he takes in the sight of a glowing seok-ryu slowly making her way towards him — each step bringing her closer and closer.

she looks radiant, almost blindingly so. she was somehow more beautiful than he had ever seen her before. years of dreaming of this moment never could’ve prepared him.

his imagination could never do her justice.

he couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

seung-hyo is brought out of his trance when he hears mo-eum snicker at him, but doesn’t take his eyes off seok-ryu.

she’s almost by his side, his hand automatically reaching out for her and she draws closer.

the moment her fingers brush against his, he lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding in, to the amusement of the woman standing by his side.

he squeezes the hand in his reproachfully, clearing his throat as he leans down closer to her.

“so,” he whispers to her, aware that they had an audience behind them. “what brings you here?”

a laugh makes it out of seok-ryu before she can stop it, slapping her free hand to her mouth.

it takes her a moment to get a hold of herself, clearing her throat as she squeezes his hand in retaliation.

as their host starts talking to their guests, she leans closer into his side, eyes glistening with more joy that he’s ever seen, and says:

“i was bored.”

“we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of seung-hyo and seok-ryu-“

——

YKNOW???

[teomodo]

is there a reason for this apparent trend of Extreme Credulosity on the internet beyond the usual advertiser friendly/made for kids/eternal september/no-discretion-just-endless-content reasons... like i acknowledge i am not the target demo here but it seems very common these videos with the spooky scary thumbnail about how this media was BANNED omg what could it be and what it be's is like 30 years ago in the dark ages of mass media conservative christians had the power to take bloodhound gang off their radio stations because it was too off color for their tastes. like i think maybe this is only interesting to me because ive been around older/religious people so much so i hear the decline of society thing all the time and like accelerated degradation of social etiquette and taboo and Young People are all culturally relevant and hip and with it and savvy but it feels like wrapping back around to this like extreme wide eyed...ness... very disingenuous feeling very obviously for profit... like maybe in my mind im overstating the cultural relevance of rotten.com and it just feels like EVERYONE on the internet used to watch videos of the cartel torturing people to death and now EVERYONE only watches 30 pieces of lost childrens media found in 2025 [12:28:56] number 30 a reddit user posted about a show they couldnt remember about a blue dog who solbed mysteries and a comment suggested it was a show called blues clues Lost Media: Found. maybe the powers that be have enforced the dichotomy of content creator/content consumer in a 10/90 ratio because everyone acknowledging their capacity for creativity and self fulfillment is not profitable and they did it so well that it cultivates this feeling like we *are* running out of new things (even though we're not) so we take the campfire ghost story aesthetics of like a whang video on mr. hands and apply it to whatever the anticlimactic drama du jour is because this form of presentation is established even if we don't have actual content to justify such a presentation and we're just scraping the bottom of the barrel for ad sense, content wise. the other side of this coin is of course that uber savvy misanthropic irony poisoning is also still everywhere and the grand old tradition of white kids adopting aave to seem Worldly is alive and well so when they say "blud thought he ate with the top hat willy wonka ahh chile 😭 😭 " it sounds like everyone else is soooo gauche and naive and you see the top hat soooo often that everyone knows what you'retalking about. i think i understand that a little more as a cultural trend/defense mechanism where the gullibleness maybe i want to understand less because im afraid the answer is everyone buying wholesale into the modes of thought that make them good youtube viewers, or, if not enthusiastic conscious adoption of that kind of thinking just taking the path of least resistance because real life is so sucks right now. honestly most of the time it just feels like everyone is talking to nobody online and our little jokes and performances are always just whizzing over the shoulders of The Viewership so maybe none of this even matters whatsoever

[capricioussun]

4am time to post massive snippet from a note I will not be sharing the rest of <3

Personally, I see UF Papyrus as having self worth issues not so much in the way of self hatred or low self esteem (under the bravado he puts out), but rather that he hinges his self worth almost entirely on how useful he can be. It’s put a tremendous strain on his own inner relationship with himself, that he almost lacks a sense of self. He becomes what he needs to be, to survive, for acceptance, in the hope of “earning” love admiration, to keep them safe. As long as he’s successfully doing those things, nothing else matters.

He’s convinced himself of that so much, so thoroughly, that he never lets himself fail, never lets himself give up. Because if he does, then what’s the point? What’s he there for? If he can’t even do what he sees as the bare minimum, what good does he do by existing at all?

Whenever I think about surface scenarios at length, there’s almost always some point he stumbles into an existential crisis. He has such a genuinely hard time understanding the reasoning “just because”. His entire life has been means to an end but the end wasn’t an ending at all.

Despite wanting friends and acceptance and affection, those have always been a “waste of time”, or even dangerous. A vulnerability waiting to be exploited. He and Sans always stuck together because it was the smart thing to do, because no one else knew them like they knew each other, because they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt they could always trust each other, and that was rare. The concept of Sans actually caring about him, enough to want to be part of his life simply because they’re brothers, isn’t entirely alien, but it’s never been enough before. If he isn’t useful to Sans, why would they bother? And since they don’t live together anymore, and Sans has Toriel to cook and clean, and he actually likes, seeks her company, why would Sans want anything to do with him?

Would he want that? Well of course! Not that he’d easily admit it, but he’d felt like he’d lost the right to being part of Sans’ life “just because” a long time ago. Back when he started feeling like more trouble than he was worth. When they barely had any food or stable shelter and it seemed like all he ever managed to do was annoy Sans or get them in trouble. Sure, he’d managed to “make himself worth it” by “pulling his own weight” eventually, but that set the standard for him.

He and Undyne were fierce allies, Captains of the North and South, she’d known him since he was a teenager, they’d looked out for each other. Maybe they each had different priorities, but at the end of the day, through even the roughest of patches, they’d formed a strong loyalty to each other. But they weren’t friends, don’t be ridiculous. The notion that she would choose to spend time with him for any other reason than that they work together is absurd. Sure, maybe they’d taken comfort in being able to relax around each other enough knowing the other wouldn’t stab them in the back, but again, that was just something to take advantage of being so rare in their society. If their furthering of trust building no longer benefits them, why would she want that? What does she gain from talking to him about “unimportant” personal matters anymore?

Frisk, Frisk at least he understands. They’re just a child, after all, they need protection and guidance. When children are young they also still need more “emotional” support, too, they’re still learning how the world works. But once they’re older and more capable of handling themself, of course they won’t need him anymore. That’s just how it works, they won’t need the protection, they wouldn’t gain anything from dealing with him beyond what would be expected professionally, and perhaps maintaining a few personal ties to help support a strong working relationship as well.

And it’s bizarrely self contained, too. He doesn’t automatically view others’ relationships through the same lens because so much of why he views his own this way stem from the burden of responsibility that’d been impressed on him from an incredibly early age, first by Gaster, then Sans, then Asgore. Sans and Toriel care about each other, simply because they do, just as Toriel cares for Frisk and Undyne and Alphys care for each other. But for him, he has to earn it. He has to be worth taking up space in someone’s life, he has to serve a purpose because he was made to serve a purpose, and it’s only exacerbated by how deeply he’d come to view his own intrinsic personality traits as negative.

Being kind, believing in the greater good, looking for the best in others was a quick way to get dusted and Sans tried desperately hard to teach that to him when they were living on the streets, because he had to. A good natured little kid like him would’ve been swallowed whole by their world and it was all Sans could do to teach him to repress and reject those tendencies. He needed to harden up and learn to prioritize himself but he never did because that contradicted with his “serving a purpose” mentality and led to Papyrus prioritizing the well being of everyone else first, but prioritizing his own well being enough to make sure he survived to be able to otherwise prioritize them.

But interests and innocence and kindness and seeking affection were bad. They were bad and would get him, and thusly Sans, killed. Loving and being happy and showing positive feelings are bad and so, inevitably, when faced with understanding he could be loved just because, he doesn’t understand why. What is there to love about someone who just is for whatever reason he needs to be?

False confidence was one key to surviving, part of his facade, but if asked why, he’d only be able to insist he is admired and respected for technical attributes. His strength, his status, his ability to protect, his loyalty, his intelligence, his ingenuity. The things that make him able to serve his purposes. He doesn’t consider the fact Sans is endlessly inspired by how immutable his kindness is. He doesn’t consider the fact Undyne thinks he’s hilarious and similarly admires his commitment to helping others. He doesn’t consider the guards might actually be loyal to him because they trust him not because of his status or power but because he’s always looked out for them, even when their own king would not.

He is incapable of seeing himself as an entire monster, and thusly incapable of understanding others can. That they could like, even love him, for every facet, not just the ones he wears proudly, pinned to his chest, a painstakingly crafted mask designed to earn approval. Maybe, maybe he might learn how to take it off, on purpose, and be able to see himself in the reflection. But I think it’d take a very, very long time.

[smaragdine]

You arent even missing out with like the main characters of aa6. Like for all of aa5s flaws athena and blackquill are awesome. But in spirit of justice its just like. Imagine if the von karma family plot and the fey family plot had an ugly very uncreative and racist baby. Its just stuff from the trilogy shamelessly rehashed the main villain is just like if you put manfred and morgan in a blender. Apollos new backstory is just phoenixs again. Like you can actually assign soj characters one to one comparisons from the trilogy

Literally haven't heard good things about soj I did try to play it some a bit ago but man I was not really enjoying it

[radawaycunt]

The sluttiest way for me to spend this fine friday night is to eat a steak and have a martini or two and also indulge in a chunkkkkyyyy dessert

[thatiwouldbe]

i fear i may have put on my silly little wax wings and flew too close to the sun

[jazz-kity]

someone lowkey just told me what isha's deal is but idm i basically had it down anyways. regardless. hiii isha. i think he's so strange and freaky but he has my favorite design in rejuvenation & im still curious about the specifics

[lelezip]

when he tells us to be normal but his ass is NOT normal either

Can you do some Haechan bf texts pls?

HAECHAN BF TEXTS ₊˚��� ᰔ

→ warning: cursing,petnames,sarcasm, mention of smut

→ a/n: i love arguing w haechan through fake texts lmao also pls ignore the glitches and the time differences IM STILL STRUGGLING

enjoy!♡

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

tags 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ : @tmrwsuns @arunainluv

[miss-multi45]

@fizzy-blood threatened me at reblog gunpoint so here u are.

cw: rough sex, praise, marking (bites, claw marks, you get the gist), squirting (reader has never squirted before and Jack keeps going), overstimulation, Jack makes demon noises, mentions of pregnancy and babies, tummy bulge, Jack calls reader 'bun' and 'bunny', reader has an IUD, reader's vulva gets called a 'bunnycunt'. have fun my horny hellbeasts.

Jack was in heat, and you were helping him.

Which meant you had to know how fucking feral the sex you two would be having was, and you also had to know you would scream until your throat was dry.

You knew all that already, but it had long since entered and left your mind as the both of you were deep into whatever the number of rounds you had gone past. It had to be over ten.

He was ruthless, growling and hissing in your ear as he delved deeper into your painfully sore cunt. The scratch marks on your thighs, back, and torso were an obvious show that you were his and his only, or in his words: "mine, all fucking mine. my whiney bunny."

The position he had you in was some sort of doggystyle, your arms were pinned to your chest by his stronger ones, and you had your face buried into his dark blue pillow so that any passing person wouldn't think there was a murder taking place due to how loud and obvious the screams escaping your mouth were.

Jack didn't care, his usually sensitive eardrums were deaf to your cries that were a sexy mixture of pain and pure, unbridled pleasure.

Your cum soaked the sheets, meanwhile Jack's was being thrusted inside of you and probably past your spongy cervix, but you weren't scared by his comments to pump you full of babies because of how many times he had promised it.

He had lost count of how many times he had put a hand down on you midsection to caress the bulge of him in your tummy that would soon be filled with his pretty cubs.

Jack was spilling so much praise, telling you that, "You're such a good fucking girl, pretty pussy's so sore but she's still letting me use her, how thoughtful of you." because he knew how overstimulated this was making you.

A demonic noise cut through the scrambled mess of your thoughts, and it came from Jack's throat. You couldn't decipher what exactly it was, but it sounded like a cross between a growl, a moan, and a rough trill. While the only sounds you were making were fucked-out squeals, squeaks, and whimpers.

He mimicked you, he mimicked all the sounds flooding from your mouth with a smug tone and a deep bite on whatever skin he could clamp his razor-like teeth on.

Eventually, you felt something. Something entirely new and unfamiliar to your body, it felt like you needed to pee really badly and it was getting worse and worse the more Jack thrusted into you.

"W-wait no-!" You squealed, but Jack's pace didn't falter for even a second.

"I-fuck! I have to nghh-!" You were cut off by your own noises of pleasure, but Jack finished off your sentence for you.

"You have to pee?" He retorted, squishing his face in your neck and purring.

You nodded frantically, squirming your legs as a way to beg him for a break, but that didn't work at all.

"No you don't, bun. It's something else." It sounded like a warning, but it was too late.

Your pussy sprayed, and that only spurred him on even more, he sped up his pace and chuckled darkly in your ear.

"Awe, did I make my precious bunny squirt?" He cooed mockingly, tears of bliss streaming down your flushed face as your worn-out bunnycunt dripped with fluids.

Jack would only stop when his breeding urges wore off or his stamina ran out. And you both knew that Jack had the stamina of a demon.

[ducksido]

G’day mate! I have another Idia request (I’m kinda obsessive😝😝), so basically Idia with a scientist partner, idia’s playing a random combat/gacha game while reader is reading a random anatomy book, and then they look up from the book in time for a idle movement thing from one of the characters who is like able to bend their joints (ex. Bending their elbow backwards or their knee) and reader goes on a whole mumble rant about how even if someone was capable of bending their joints to a certain degree, the animation is extremely unrealistic (yap yap fest u don’t have to get really specific if u don’t wanna but like the gist is apparently where the creators animated the joints is actually just bone or whatever) and Idia is just listening in like wowza, my partner is such a cutie smartie 🥰, and then Idia gets cuteness overload cause why not😝😝😝

Thanks for allowing me to indulge in my Idia obsession, ur fics are my Roman Empire😛

(Yippee Im an Empire)

Idia sat hunched over his tablet, tapping furiously at the screen as the glow of his gacha game illuminated his face. His headphones rested around his neck, and his ever-moving hair crackled softly in the dim light of his room.

Beside him, sprawled out on his bed, was his partner, deep in an anatomy book. Their eyes darted across the page, occasionally jotting down notes in the margins. The room was mostly silent, save for the sounds of rapid button mashing and the occasional exasperated sigh from Idia whenever his rolls were less than optimal.

"Ugh, another dupe? Come on, this game is rigged!" Idia groaned, shaking his tablet like it would change the results.

His partner barely acknowledged him, too engrossed in their reading. That is, until their gaze flickered up at just the right moment. On-screen, one of the characters in Idia’s party—a lanky, masked rogue—idly stretched their arms, bending their elbow backwards in an unnatural way.

His partner blinked. Then again.

"Wait—hold on, what?" they muttered, sitting up and narrowing their eyes at the animation. "That’s not how that works. That’s not how that works at all."

Idia glanced over, pausing his game. "Huh?"

Their hands gestured vaguely toward the screen as they started mumbling, their scientist brain firing on all cylinders. "Okay, so, even if someone was hypermobile, the way this model is animated is just—so incorrect. The elbow doesn’t even have a joint there! That’s literally just humerus—pure bone! And don’t even get me started on the knee bending backwards, because that would require an entirely different ligament structure! What were the devs thinking? Did they just ignore basic anatomy? Did no one consult a medical professional? How did this pass quality control?"

They kept going, utterly baffled and fixated on the sheer absurdity of what they were seeing. Meanwhile, Idia just sat there, watching them with wide eyes, the corners of his lips twitching upward.

Oh no.

Oh no, they were so cute.

Idia felt his heart do an actual critical hit against his ribs. The way their brows furrowed in pure frustration, their hands gesturing wildly, the focused glint in their eyes as they rattled off anatomical facts like it was the most important thing in the world—it was too much.

His face turned pink as he pulled his hoodie over his mouth, trying to suppress the overwhelmed grin stretching across his lips. "T-That’s… uh… that’s so cool of you to notice, hehe… You’re, like, stupidly smart…"

His partner barely heard him, still in full rant mode. "Like, if they wanted to go for something realistic, they could’ve at least rigged the model correctly! You can’t just add a bend where there’s no joint! That’s not how skeletons work—"

Idia clutched his hoodie tighter, kicking his feet under the desk. This was a full-on cuteness overload. He swore his HP was at zero. If they kept going, he might actually combust.

He wasn’t even listening to the words anymore—just watching, totally entranced by their brilliance. His brain short-circuited.

If loving their hyperfixated rants was a debuff, then Idia was definitely afflicted.

And then—

Poof.

His hair flared a bright, vivid pink before Idia went completely slack in his chair. His tablet tumbled from his hands, hitting the floor with a soft thud as he toppled backward, out cold.

His partner blinked, finally looking over, only to find Idia sprawled on the floor, pink-haired and unmoving.

"...Idia?"

A beat of silence.

"Idia, are you okay?!"

[accidentcache]

hiii :3 i have a touya drabble for u since u asked, no pressure to write it ofc <3 but here’s the idea, fresh out of a coma dabi barely surviving on the streets, and bro passes out from lack of food/ freezing rainy weather, whateves, paired with a cool teenage runaway reader who takes him to their apartment and nurses him back to health and stuff! reader was probably in bad shape after they first ran away from home, and felt compassion for someone who seems to be in a similar position :( okie sry for yapping! u get the gist! ٩( 'ω' )و

bashing my HEAD IN I LOVE THIS

when touya opens his eyes, the first thing he notices is a ceiling. textured, there's warm but very little light and the sounds of the city are muffled. it takes him about five seconds to jerk upward and fully take in his surroundings.

he doesn't know where he's at. there's very little on the walls, a sparcely furnished room and the couch he currently sits on is worn down to threads and the cushions are lumpy. whoever lives here clearly is just barely getting by.

though he's not expecting you to round the corner. you look so sweet, innocent-- someone who shouldn't be living or around this kind of environment.

"oh!" you're startled to find him awake. "didn't think you'd be up quite yet," the closer you approach, touya can see the dark bags under your eyes and the permanent crease between your brow even though the skin between them is flat. he can see tension in your shoulders even though you're hiding it fairly well. "how are you feeling?"

"who the hell are you?"

you pause in front of him. you had planned on explaining yourself, of course you did. you had a plan of how to lay the story of how you found him out while you made him some noodles over the simple gas stovetop you managed to score in this apartment. but you also should've known he'd react like a feral alleycat being cornered-- wide eyes and on the edge of fleeing if you got too close.

"relax," you state lowly, holding your hands out in a show of surrender, as if he's holding a weapon to your throat. "i found you passed out and on the verge of starvation the other night, just wanted to help nurse you back to health."

touya's lip curls in distaste. he vaugely remembers an empty and hollow feeling in his gut before his eyes shut the last time he'd been conscious. but he also remembers being hidden fairly well in the back of an alley where no random civillain would find him on a normal stroll in case he died mid-sleep.

his eyes roam your form. you look normal. aside from the glaring obvious-- your clothes look worn down and your shoes have seen better days, your apartment looks like a safehouse rather than a home for a teenager living on their own-- touya would assume you're a typical civillain who had a random flit of pity on him.

"why?" he asks, and he can't control how snippy and cold his tone sounds. from the looks of it, you expected it from him. touya doesn't know if that's the reason his chest squeezes or not.

"you needed help," your hand meets his knee for a fleeting squeeze and you ignore how he flinches at the touch. he looks shocked at the fact that you willingly touched him-- sympathy settles like a rock at the bottom of your stomach.

"i didn't ask for help," touya snaps in response, trying and failing to hide the flush that creeps along his cheeks. he tries to rise from the couch but he struggles when it comes to actually lifting himself-- he curses audibly before landing back into the cushion.

you watch the whole event happen with a slight amused expression, touya ignores it. he watches you move towards what you could call the kitchen and throw open the refrigerator. "you didn't ask, but i gave it to you regardless," you say over your shoulder.

touya knows you're making food for him. he doesn't want anything else from you, but he knows he's going to take what you give him.

"'m just giving you what i wished people gave me when i was in that situation."

touya feels his gut hit the floor. he doesn't say anything else.

years later, you find him out on the balcony, smoking with a handle between his fingers. it's been a lazy week at the league, so he can afford to let loose for the time being and relax. he looks lost in thought. staring off into the distance, if you were closer you could've seen the city lights reflected in his eyes, glassy due to intoxication.

touya looks different now. he's dyed his hair black (he never told you why, he just came back one day with the box and had asked for your help) and he's added piercings that you have fond memories of him coming home with.

the scars have gotten darker. the staples have changed color. you've helped change them so many times that you can tell when he needs fresh ones-- especially the ones along his cheekbones.

you lean against the railing beside him, slipping the bottle from his hand and lifting it to your lips for a taste, hissing as the bitterness washes over your tongue and down your throat. after you're done coughing, you look over at him. "what're you thinkin' about?"

"just us," he murmurs in response. his eyes don't leave the skyline.

the two of you have matured over the years. he goes by dabi now, you've donned your own villain name. but to the two of you, in private; you are touya and [y/n]. in private, the two of you are allowed to feel safe and content. you two are allowed to feel.

touya slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side. the action is rough and clumsy-- but the affection is not lost on you. it makes you smile, the little one that brings out the dimple in your cheek. when you lean your head against his shoulder, he rests his head on top of yours.

you feel like you love touya.

touya knows he loves you.

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[inirat-andnothingmore]

we see claudia saying whatever is on her mind and generally not being afraid to stand her ground (most of the time she's right and she should say it). making friends with madeleine, asking armand to turn her, speaking up and saying she doesn't wanna be baby lulu, leaving for collage, killing lestat & going to europe, etc. (active)

what i feel like is at the core of armand's frustration with her (besides not wanting to share louis) and what i feel like he wants to say to her is, 'it's not that difficult to say yes. just fucking say yes.'

but it is tho. of course it's difficult to say yes when you don't want it. but its second nature to him. armand listens to the vampire in his eyeline and says yes, (passive). doesn't even think to go 'do i want this'. why does it matter what he wants.

she is steadfast, she comes into her own, takes her autonomy by the throat, autonomy that armand never had* and he hates her for it. armand prolly can't even spell it. this is probs really obvs (hehe) but i can stop thinking abt it. fucking love armand and claudia parallels!!! save me blah blah blah u get the gist.

*note: armand is incapable of superficial, important day to day autonomy. the overarching narrative brushstrokes he paints. obvs.

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[astronnova]

There’s also a solid theory that Peni’s ‘Uncle Ben’ is her world’s Ben Reilly, since a webtoon showed a photo of her father (the first SP//dr) to look the exact same as him, but back in her original issue it was indicated that Ben and May were just her father’s handlers, not true relatives, since that was the whole reason she was conscripted as the successor to SP//dr to begin with when she was just 9 — she was his only blood relative.

That Ben (a clone) was missing whatever worked, and created VEN#m because he wanted that power again — but it was not to be for him, and his invention would cost him everything (in both his ‘brother’, his wife, and Addy) — all dying testing VEN#m because of Ben’s ego. If ever Peni gets a full ongoing series, I don’t know whether Ben would ultimately end up straight-up being a villain, but I do think he’d care oddly yet be amoral, like Shinji’s father in ‘Neon Genesis Evangelion’ — Gwen would probably recognise Ben as essentially him if she met him.

thats an interesting theory! i admit i dont know much about all the alternate spidermans , i really only consistently know the Main Gist of spiderman, and i only know i think the basic stuff about peni (i did read her spidergeddon comic) from spiderverse and rivals.

i remember reading somewhere that they werent actually related but also i wasnt completely sure, so i assumed they were both peni's dad's handlers and his relatives. but this is a really cool explaination as to why ben didnt pilot sp//dr next and they instead got peni to be a child soldier LOLOLOL.

if peni got her own series ben has GOTTA be like gendo, but seemingly more outwardly caring towards peni. he tries to comfort her in spidergeddon, but i think the loss of his wife and his job and ego would cause him to push peni past her limits in a bad way if u get what im sayin