caramel macchiatos, croissants with nutella, and an angel with sideburns: the musings of a grown child whose trying.
theres a stilling comfort in knowing that i’m awake when everyone else is asleep, being left with an amalgamation of ghosts from past, present and future; it’s like mist dissipating over a lake.
one breath, and it’s all gone.
my head feels fuzzy, and my body hurts. i’m fighting sleep off like a priest fighting demons. the reality of my situation hits me, and panic ensues two or three times; it’s like i’m 7 all over again. except now, there’s something different…
there’s an angel with black hair and sideburns whose wings are covered in multicolored diamonds.
and while i feel like i’m back in the house and like you can hear the screams echoing off the foyer walls, something is different.
this time, i’m sitting in his lap and we’re backed into a corner. my head is leaning against his chest, my arms crossed over my front in lieu of a shield, and loud whine or quiet hum (i can’t tell which is which) is coming from the back of my throat.
our hearts are beating together in rythm, even though his stopped 47 years ago.
for a second, i feel embarrassed for even writing this; it quickly diminishes, though, because i am just a small child having emotions bigger than my own body.
i realize that he’s not here (nor was there) to fight the screams off, or tell them to stop fighting.
he doesn’t care about that, he’s here to help me survive.
it dawns on me now that the universe is recreating a scene from that damned year, but it’s playing out in a way completely unexpected…
cause i’m not 7.
i’m almost 17, but i’m still just as small.
difference is that now, i’m not powerless against the screaming, and i’m not filled with fear.
instead of trying to fix everyone else’s problems, i’m worried about regulating my own.
for moments more slight as forever, he cuts through the cymbals crashing in my brain and i can hear him saying something.
his tone isn’t angry, demeaning, accusatory or mocking, like all the voices i had become accustomed to hearing but banished out to hell.
it’s bizarrely gentle and kind and parental and romantic, all wrapped up into one.
i’m in the present now.
everything has changed, yet nothing at all.
it all happened so fast, and i take a moment to pity myself.
the angel is dead, survived by books and records and the creation of others.
as i’m writing this, i now realize he was dead way back when too. if now, he seems more alive than ever.
but it wasn’t really ‘way back when’, was it?
i see glimpses of his face everywhere i turn now, for nothing more than a few seconds.
sometimes it’s 2:22, or the rainbow made by the moon, or audubon drive popping up on google at 10:34 in the morning.
those few seconds give me enough hope to walk through a dark valley that just keeps getting steeper.
i’ve come to realize the angel that is (and was) with me was NOT the one they claimed to know.
if i try hard enough, he can remain untouched.
it seems that my generation is not rewriting, but retelling the story, his story, all while creating an intense reflection of the comfort so very many of us were denied.
call it inaccurate as you please, we are taking something that was far beyond its time, and applying it to ours.
and i wonder for more than a minute if there was a reason he behaved the way he did.
was there a reason for all the peculiarities other than an eccentric-erratic personality? or is it more like “it takes one to know one?”
because even in our year, i’ve never seen someone in his position behave the way he did: so loving and kind and brutal and rough and erratic…
and terribly brilliant.
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diagnoses u with fanfic tags
yeah i caved. welcome spideysona
their universe is 1990s san francisco. by day they work as a struggling writer for the bugle, sort of following in the footsteps of (movie-adjacent) eddie brock; by night they’re spider-scrawl, fighting systemic injustice, writers’ block, and the occasional mad scientist invention. his world is less rife with supernatural evils than most, but he’s also fucking with the government and corporations and all, so it balances out
their unique thing is that they have, like, shitty meta clairvoyance in the form of inherently understanding tropes, clichés, story structure, etc. like if cinemasins/wins were a superhero. they were approached to join the society because miguel thought they’d be chill or even helpful with canon events—unfortunately scribble here is not whatsoever into following rigid plot structure for the sake of unnecessary thematic suffering, saw the plot twist a miles away, and peaced. but not before snagging a day pass so they could watch atsv in person
they never take off their mask, and no one knows their name—he says it’s because he doesn’t want to lose his identity in a sea of spider-people, leading most to theorize that san-fran-spidey is some flavor of peter parker, but who’s to say for sure? the doylist reason, which he is in fact aware of, is that i don’t know either lol
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(If you’re uncomfortable with this than you can ignore it or make it into a joke)
*down on knees* 🙏 PLEASE I BEG! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE MAKE SOME SPICY DOGDAY X Y/N ART!
I have some sweets! *gives gum and lollipops*
….idk if this is all that spicy, but—
big fella is demanding some cuddle time right freakin now
(this week was a lil rough mentally cause of school, so this is a lil scratchy)
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🌸 The negligible self 🌸 chapter 1, p.1 to 7
A comic based on a serirei (from mp100) fanfiction written by @homosexual-fanfiction (@/ch_am on Ao3)! Please go read the fanfic there too because it’s really good!!! T v T
I don’t know if I’ll adapt the whole story (even if I really want to!!!) so for now I’ll try to do as much as I can, starting with that first chapter (which is already entirely storyboarded)!
Thanks to Camp for allowing me to draw their story and for helping me while designing some of the settings and Aimi <333 and thank you again for writing such an awesome and inspiring story!!
You can find Camp here too: @ch-am
I hope you’ll enjoy this first bouquet of pages!!💐
Here’s the link to the fic!!
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