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youare-number6 · 7 months

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Futurist Farm from 70s Electronics Catalog - Pt 3

More futuristic farms but these were more influenced by the 50s book cover. But there are still some electronics components. Also, I asked for large animals and I got some.

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ask-maplessleo · 1 month

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Hello! [gives] Have a silly lil take on Yuichi!

Design Notes Below:

First things first on my design notes, his build is different. I like the idea that, while Miyamoto takes more inspiration from hares, Yuichi would be more like your standard pet rabbit/ bunny. He's shorter due to this and stockier from both fluff and growing up on a farm. I also gave them both digitigrade legs.

I also wanted to make him speckled as his aunt is a caramel brown. He is now white with caramel speckling (that looks a bit like freckles) rather than pure white like his legendary ancestor. His eye marking serves the same function as his ancestor's scar and the turtles' masks in sudo eyebrowness. He has red eyes as opposed to Miyamoto's pink.

I wanted it to feel modern and sporty while keeping the silhouette of his original outfit. Where the medium grey is a teal/ blue, the darker grey would be a darker, almost black shade of the same color. His outfit will change as the story goes on, but the color scheme will be consistent.

Time Period:

The thousand year age gap between them hasn't made sense in my brain with how prominent he is in Yuichi's identity as a person and goals in life. I decided to shorten the gap by making it 400 years. Long enough for him to still be a person remembered by time and setting the story in the 21st century (although very different from 21st century Earth due to magic and stuff). Miyamoto is Yuichi's 9x great grandfather.

Mystic Power:

Yuichi already has the yoyo, but I like the idea that Willow Branch gives the wielder the ability to run on air as a reference to the mythology behind Grasscutter (either that or maybe he just finds Grasscutter instead??).

Quick height reference:

(For reference, he is half a head shorter than Mapless!Leo)

#Needs a Map Au #samurai rabbit #usagi chronicles #yuichi usagi #should he find grasscutter instead? well now I'm considering it?#I don't know enough about that storyline though...#The others would be a little more cyber/ futuristic but the boys been on a farm #cut him some slack he's not completely up to date with 'modern' fashion #fluffy boy my beloved <3

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dimalink · 1 month

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Mouse 3D

Mouse three dimensional. It is one of first for training art in 3d for possible videogame. Videogames this time about some engine. For example, Unity, Godot. As idea it is even possible this time to make Android version. And for computer as well. Background is taken from free textures.

Three-dimensional mouse. Rather low poly mouse is running through the field. Backgrounds can be different. But for the first version lets it be several. Mouse is running forward. It is a runner. And jumps over the platforms. So, it is all the description. Level has a length.

Mouse is living at the field. At the nature. And jumps a lot. There is a farm nearby. And it has lots of mechanical items. Tractors. And different of tech things. Someone is build such obstacles in forms of platforms. Someone from other hand creates a such a little roads. Such. In a form of flying in air platforms. Maybe it was done by robots, that works in a field. Now it is a roads that leads to some places. If have some skill it is easy to travel using them all over the field. Little mouse is trying to master these new roads. That built by robots. They lead to a very different places of the fields. And it is good to know them.

It is a futuristic field. With robots. Nano robots, ai. And little mouse is living at this field. And jumps these roads everyday. Part of these roads are ended into transparent portal. It is like a water mass that stays vertical. You just enter it – and appear in a new place. One minus - you can fall down from these roads.

Here at the fields there are also a micro robots. It is built by them. They are at size as a mouse itself. And mouse often to see them. With the very first day at the field. Now mouse has grown and learn how to use this roads, that are in the air.

So it is a view of a game. It can be done as a side view, also as a 3rd person view. And when level is done then a little from a face view. But it is all made in blender. As a training idea. I am learning blender anyway. And I need to do something with it. And for games itself – I need to lean Unity or Godot or something else like this. And now it is a series of pictures. About mouse in three dimensions.

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

WEBSITE: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html ITCHIO: https://dimalink.itch.io/ GAMEJOLT: https://gamejolt.com/@DimaLink/games

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itwasgreenthere · 2 years

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harvest homes

#sci fi #green space #futuristic #farms #collage

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n7viper · 1 year

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🖊 -- for Mihri!! and also Lia, why not :3

ty Tama! :3

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For Mihri - I don't think I've shared this here (or it's buried so let's pretend it's new), but Mihri and Cullen have 3 canon children - Nathaniel is the oldest and a mage. Dahlia and Evelyn (Evie) are twins. 💖

For Lia - Lia's parents were botanists who moved to Mindoir to be fruit farmers. She has large strawberry vine tattoo to honor them on her left shoulder/back.

#I refuse to acknowledge weird forms of futuristic food that aren't actually grown #sorry but I think farming should be important and also I make my own rules so ofc farmers are a big deal in the 2150s+#I'm struggling to remember what has been posted here and what hasn't #if you already knew these things pretend you didn't #mihri tag #lia tag

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ggacworldwide · 5 months

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Farming Tomorrow: NPowerFarmers Guide to Futuristic Technologies in Agriculture

Greetings, NPowerFarmers! In this installment of the NPowerFarmers Guide, we’re venturing into the realm of futuristic technologies that hold the promise to revolutionize agriculture. Join us on a journey into the possibilities of farming tomorrow, where cutting-edge innovations such as AI, blockchain, and vertical farming could shape the landscape of agriculture in ways we’ve never imagined. AI…

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#Agricultural Innovation #AI in Farming #Blockchain Agriculture #Futuristic Technologies #NPowerFarmers #Vertical Farming

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chaoticninjaperson · 9 months

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Artificial Intelligence-Driven AgriTech Startups for Climate-Smart Farming

General crop management system provides an interface for overall management of crops covering each aspect of farming. Issues pertaining to soil and irrigation management are very vital in agriculture. Improper irrigation and soil management lead to crop loss and degradation quality. Application of herbicides has a direct implication on human health and environment as well. Crop yield prediction…

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#2023 #Agriculture AgriStartUp #drone Robot soil #futuristic smart technology #India #precision agriculture #Smart Agriculture Technology #Smart farming #startups

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headspace-hotel · 6 months

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Many people, especially USAmericans, are very resistant to knowing the plants and living according to the ways of the plants. They lash out with a mix of arrogance and fear: "Don't you know what bad things would happen if we lived a different way? There is a REASON for living this way. Would you have us go Back—backward to the time without vaccines or antibiotics????"

Ah, yes, the two immutable categories that all proposals for change fit into: Backward Change and Forward Change! Either we must invent a a futuristic, entirely new solution with SCIENCE and TECHNOLOGY that further industrializes and increases the productivity of our world, or we must give up vaccines and antibiotics and become starving illiterate medieval peasants.

Every human practice anywhere on Earth that has declined, stopped, or become displaced by another practice, was clearly objectively worse than whatever replaced it. You see, the only possible reason a way of life could decline or disappear is that it sucked and had it coming anyway!!! Pre-industrial human history is worthless except as a cautionary tale about how miserable we would all be without *checks notes* factories, fossil fuels and colonialism. Obviously!

Anyway, who do you think benefits from the idea that pesticide-dependent, corporate-controlled industrialized monoculture farming liberates us all from spending our short, painful lives as filthy, miserable peasants toiling in the fields?

First of all, I think it's silly to act like farming is a uniquely awful way to live. I can't believe I have to say this, but the awful part of being a medieval peasant was the oppression and poverty, not the fact that harvesting wheat is a lot of work and cows are stinky. Same goes for farm labor in the modern USA: the bad part is that most people working farms are undocumented migrant workers that are getting treated like garbage and who can't complain about it because their boss will rat them out to ICE.

Work is just work. Any work has dignity when the people doing it are paid properly and not being abused. Abuse and human trafficking is rampant in agriculture, but industrialization and consolidation of small farms into gigantic corporate owned farms sure as hell isn't making it better.

Is working on a farm somehow more miserable than working in a factory, a fast food restaurant, or a retail store? Give me a break. "At least I'm not doing physical labor in the sun," you say, at your job where you're forced to stand on concrete for 8 hours and develop chronic pain by age 24.

When you read about small farmers going out of business because of huge corporations, none of them are going "Yay! Now that Giant Corporation has swallowed up all the farms in the area, we can all enjoy the luxurious privileges of the industrial era, like working RETAIL!" What you do see a lot of is farmers bitterly grieving the loss of their way of life.

And also, the fact is, sustainable forms of polyculture farming that create a functional ecosystem made up of many different useful and edible plants are actually way MORE efficient at producing food than a monoculture. The reason we don't do it as much, is that it can't be industrialized where everything is harvested with machines.

Some places folks are starting to get the idea and planting two crops together in alternating rows, letting the mutualistic relationship between plants boost the yields of both, but indigenous people in many parts of the world have been doing this stuff basically forever. I read about a style of agroforestry from Central America that has TWENTY crops all together on the same field.

Our modern system of farming is necessary for feeding the world? Bullshit! Our technology is very powerful and useful, but our harmful monocultures, dangerous pesticides, and wasteful usage of land and resources are making the system very inefficient and severely degrading nature's ability to provide for us.

What is needed, is a SYNTHESIS of the power and insights of technology and science, with the ancient wisdom and knowledge gained by closely and carefully observing Nature. We do not need to reject one, to embrace the other! They should be friends!

Our system thinks land is only used for one thing at a time. Even our science often thinks this way. A corn field has the purpose of producing corn, and no other purpose, so all other plants in the corn must be killed, and it must be a monoculture of only corn.

But this means that the symbiosis between different plants that help each other is destroyed, so we must pollute the earth with fertilizers that wash into bodies of water and cause eutrophication, where algae explode in number and turn the water to green goo. Nature always has variety and diversity with many plants sharing the same space. It supports much more animal life (we are animals!) this way. The Three Sisters" are the perfect example of mutualism between plants being used in an agricultural environment. The planting of corn, beans, and squash together has been traditionally used clear across the North American continent.

And in North America, the weeds we have here are mostly edible plants too. Some of them were even domesticated themselves! Imagine a garden where every weed that pops up is also an edible or otherwise useful crop, and therefore a welcomed friend! So when weeds like Amaranth and Sunflower pop up in your field, that should not be a cause for alarm, but rather the system of symbiosis working as it should.

A field of one single crop is limited in how much it can produce, because one crop fits into a single niche in what should be a whole ecosystem, and worse, it requires artificial inputs to make up for what the rest of the plant community would normally provide. The field with twenty crops does not produce the same amount as the monoculture field divided in twenty ways, but instead produces much more while being a habitat for wild animals, because each plant has its own niche.

#plants #plantarchy #the ways of the plants

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beannary · 3 months

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everyone keeps on making cute fankids and everytime i see them i immediately get overcome with the desire to draw as much internet content as possible

also theres some more lore stuff under the cut!

i imagine that after the krang almost invasion april ends up spending a lot more time with her parents both because they were so scared for her but also because she realized how close she was to losing them and so they go on a mini little family trip to their farm in upstate new york for family bonding and stuff and its during that time that the whole internet situation went down and donnie was literally so busy learning to care for a newborn that it slipped his mind to tell april

i imagine also that the turtles arent used to april not being around them like pretty much all the time so they forgot to tell her also because they immediately were like well shes always hanging out with us in the lair so she must already know and it just so happens that this was the ONE time that she was not always in the lair with them getting up to shenanigans

i also love the idea of shelldon being the sort of more futuristic of donnie's kids you know since he's fully an AI and he's the one who ends up being more drawn to engineering and inventing more futuristic tech while Internet is more into learning about the past and so she becomes an archaeologist and a historian

internet also does become an actress! she 100% has donnie's like drive for working and so she ends up like accumulating as many careers as possible and keeping as busy as possible. she does struggle a whole lot to balance the two careers at first but she manages to figure it out

as im typing this out im thinking she probably does bond a lot with splinter since she's so into history? specifically she bonds with him over learning their family history and the like legacy of the hamato clan

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peterspinkrobe · 9 months

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Confession - priest!Miguel O’Hara x Reader [part 2]

Word count: 2,270 (oops)

Rating: mature for suggestive content. Mentions of masturbation. You have a dirty mind… tsk tsk. Religious content. Mentions of parental death (sorry for not tagging last time).

A/N: Thank you for your feral support in reading part 1! The art above is again by @Ejpuki on twt. They drew this moment from part one and JUST LOOK AT IT! They also did a pre-reading which I greatly appreciated. Go support them over there <3 I only tagged the people who explicitly stated bc I don’t want to overstep. Also, I guess I should watch Fleabag? Enjoy! part three is cookin’ in my noggin’

// Psalms 32:3-4

When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy on me;

Rumbling sounds drone from the engine in a constant hum as the bus wheels roll down the asphalt, occasionally shuffling the passengers inside. Yourself included.

The wheels in your mind are conjuring images of too much skin, friction, and want. The mental pictures… different positions and other things that you’ve only read about - all featuring the same tall deacon from your small church.

You curse yourself for both your overactive imagination and forgetfulness for having left your headphones at home. Some loud music would drown out the whir of the bus and push out the flashes of lewdness that plagued you.

Reverend O’Hara, you learned that’s what transitional deacons are usually called after inquiring about the proper title on Google the second you got home from that communion, occupied the majority of your mind. He took up residence in your thoughts without even asking permission and you didn’t know the proper way to absolve your sanity of him. It had only been two weeks since you’d met him, two Sunday services, but you were hooked. This trip into the city was supposed to get you out of the house and help clear your mind of its recent inhabitant.

The methods you were currently using were certainly of no help. Nearly every night, for the past two weeks, you’d given into temptation. Allowing the streaking images of what you could only envision his toned body looked like to remain longer in your mind’s eye. His thumb on your lip, the quick swipe across - became more inquisitive of the inside of your mouth in your imagination. You pressed into yourself and thought of those long, thick fingers. You carried yourself away on highs with only his hands in mind. You yearned to baptize him in your waters.

You buried fingernails into your palms to ground yourself as the scenery outside the bus began the change drastically, pulling you out of your daydream.

Your hometown along the Catskill Mountains was enveloped by the natural world - tucked into valleys of the vast countryside. In the three weeks you’d been back home, you had already gotten used to surrounding greenery. You’d forgotten the toll that city expansion was having on the rows of vegetable and orchard farms in the surrounding areas.

Your gaze out the window watched tree lines and grassy hills give way to glimmers of futuristic architecture as the bus entered Nueva York. The rhythm of wheels on tarmac became a backdrop to the din of honking horns, shouting pedestrians, and blaring sirens. You had only recently left a city not too different from this one, but the drastic change in landscape from the mountains made your head spin. The inertia of the bus braking and accelerating over and over on the intersecting streets only added to the motion sickness. You recognize the next stop as the usual one you and your mother used when coming into the city. You quickly get off the bus, blessing the steady ground underneath as your boots hit the pavement.

Towering structures of carbon fiber and glass dominated the skyline, some illuminated by bright neon light displays, others blending into the afternoon sunshine. Advertisements for fast foods, fast money, and fast cars flickered on screens everywhere. You look to where the bus carried you from and, in contrast, the countryside stretched out, calling you back. Despite the slight familiarity in the maze of metal, the sudden change in surroundings made you slightly anxious.

The steady stream of citizens didn’t help your nerves either. You take a moment to get yourself together before following the foot traffic flow up a familiar street.

Your eyes recognize a food spot from a bygone era and you can’t help but smile. You picked up the pace as you headed to the establishment your family used to frequent. Timeless Treats is still here?! You pull on the long handled door and a wave of music, chatter, and sugar hit you at once. Much more pleasant than the waves of anxiety from moments before.

Entering the quaint eatery, you’re transported into a cozy atmosphere reminiscent of an old fashioned diner. A cheerful man at the front waves you in and shouts for you to ‘sit where ya want!’.

You recognized the vintage decor: rusted signs with cartoon mascots and ads for ice cream floats that cost only $2. Imagine! You select one of the smaller retro tables with two stools and hear a jukebox play a song you don’t recognize but tap your foot along to.

There was more to this diner than what it seems at first glance. A few more glances noticed the subtle touches where the diner had embraced the future where it mattered, with high-tech kitchen appliances that helped the staff immensely. A holographic menu pops up across the portion of the table you're sitting at and you slide your finger along the options.

This bakery specialized in delicious treats with a futuristic flare, with many favorites being popular since the establishment opened generations ago. Your eyes fell onto the pastry menu and your curiosity piqued as you ordered the ‘Time Traveler’s Torta.’

All the hustle of the city had occupied your mind until you were sitting alone at the table. Your eyes scanned the other occupants and you wondered what they were all talking about with their sugary sweets. It made you think of him again.

Dammit. A whole ten minutes without thinking of Reverend O’Hara, that’s a record! You couldn’t help the images of Miguel that fluttered now. Only this time you pictured him sitting at the table with you. The two of you share a dessert and you smile at the thought. You visualize his thumb coming to your face to wipe whipped cream from your lips only to plop the finger into his own mouth. That moment as mass replayed in your mind with differing flavors of spice on repeat.

The torta arrives and you gawk at the presentation of the treat. A classic cake with layers of light vanilla sponge, intricately placed swirls of sweet cream cheese frosting, and decadent chocolate sauce. This sweet was the perfect balance of timeless and futuristic as it sat on an oblong, ornate plate.

You savored the flavors as you ate and continued to imagine a date with the deacon. You ask yourself if deacons can even date and the thought pulls you out of your delusions for a moment. Get it together…

As you scooped the last bits of the pastry into your mouth, you pondered your dilemma. Mom always said that confession cleared a clouded consciousness, but there was no way you’d divulge this information to her. Her hypothetical reaction to your crush on a clergy member makes you shiver.

An idea comes to mind that makes you think to yourself that you’ve really gone mad.

The madness pushes you from your seat after paying for the dessert. There’s a slim chance what you’re looking for is actually there considering the cities expansions. That doubt doesn’t stop you from following a semi-recognizable path down the busy streets.

Every tall figure you pass makes you do a double take. The idea of the deacon brushing alongside you making you smile. You turn a corner as your imagination creates sweet scenarios with Reverend O’Hara and stop in your tracks. You cause people behind you to push into your back and spit harsh murmurs at you.

It was still there.

You were surprised for good reason. You were headed towards a relic of past times, nestled between buildings of glass and metal. There was some scaffolding supporting it as the building you headed towards was centuries old. Other than that - the structure you now stood and stared at jutted towards the sky in the old brick and mortar style you were used to seeing in your hometown.

But the Cathedral of Nueva York wasn’t like the humble church in your hometown. The ornate bell tower and large cross atop the chapel in front of you proved that. The only thing to change about the building was the name as the state itself saw many changes a few decades ago - including the name of the actual city.

You find yourself reminiscing on the few times you’d been to the church as you walked inside. Your family used to attend the fancy Easter services and Christmas plays. Those trips stopped after your father passed, and your mother rarely came to the city at all anymore. You remember seeing pictures of them on their wedding day at this very church. Priesthood is a tight knit group and Father Steen knew the head priest, who extended their church for their wedding services.

Given it was a weekday afternoon, there weren’t many souls inside. Despite the numerous options for seating, you sat in your usual middle pew, aisle seat.

You eyed the part of the church that had brought you here in the first place. The confession booth. Its cherrywood exterior made you think of those eyes that bore into yours that day of communion. You shake your head but the visual remains.

The church in your hometown didn’t have a confessional booth. Even if they did - why the hell would you confess there? To the subject of your lustful desires? So many questions and doubts enter your mind.

Could you really do this? Confess to a priest that you pined over a man in his chaste brotherhood? Think of the judgment!

Another thought occurs to you: their whole shtick was that only one entity could do the judging. And it was confidential. If you received some good ol’ fashioned Catholic scolding and Hail Mary’s, maybe that would be enough to get you back to your senses. Reverend O’Hara is a man devoted to God and cannot be hindered by the whims of a degenerate like yourself.

Emboldened by the potential to relieve yourself of your corrupt thoughts, you stand and approach the far right front of the church. The confessional is smaller than it looked from how you remember as a child and teen but it doesn’t stop you from nearly yanking the door open. You don’t even knock.

Thankfully no one is on the confessing side as you burst into the tiny box. The confined space became even smaller as you closed the door behind you quickly. Your mind races towards impure thoughts of the deacon pressed against you in the tight booth space. His height would force him to bend slightly over you and the visual almost knocks you onto the bench which would probably be right at crotch level…

You remember the times you’d done this before and cry out the usual, “Forgive me, for I have sinned and it has been many years since my last confession…”. Who were you even asking for forgiveness? You think for a moment about the last time you were in this booth. You felt so guilty about stealing from the general store all those years back. This was a different kind of confession. This would hopefully absolve yourself of the sinful attraction to the forbidden.

You start light, fumbling over the words, “I’ve gotten drunk and high, uh, a good bit while in college. I lied to my mother and got into major trouble as a result. I’ve been selfish and lazy.”

The anonymity and the release of it all lit a fire under you and you kept going.

“While I’m in this confession booth, and I know it is a sacred and holy place”, you sigh and hear shuffling on the opposite side of the wall, the priest waiting patiently on the other side. “I’ve been struggling with my faith and don’t believe in god…”

You hear the clergyman start to interject but the voice that comes out of you has a fierce tone.

“I’m not done.” Now it was the priest’s turn to sigh and you see movement through the small slits in the partition, but hear nothing else. You continue. The most scandalous part to admit had yet to be said.

“Father, I’ve been lustful over the deacon at my church.” There’s silence on the other end and before embarrassment can take over you continue, “I’m constantly thinking of him and having impure thoughts that drive me to-“ oh god, here it is

“Touch myself. Daily. With this deacon on my mind.” You can’t stop the heat from painting your cheeks a deep red.

“I feel guilty because he isn’t for me to think that way about. From just the two times I’ve seen him, I know he is a good man who does good things. He’s on a path towards righteousness. He’s worthy.” To your shock, you feel tears form and they begin to fall.

“I’m a sinful nonbeliever. Definitely not someone he could be with, unworthy of devotion of any kind. And I’m not good.” Your breathing becomes shaky as the tears fall harder. Despite the fact that you feel your words are the truth, you can’t help but imagine him there now. Comforting you as you cry.

Now that you’ve finished confession, you expect to hear an outburst of disapproval or at least ‘50 Hail Mary’s’ to absolve you of your confessed transgressions.

But that’s not what you heard next.

You hear your name. You hear your name in that sweet music that’s been ringing in your ears the last week or so. This time the musical tone is cautious. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief as your eyes glue to the wall where the music came from.

To confirm your suspicions, you grab the knob on the partition and yank it back.

Through the small window you see a familiar pair of eyes analyzing your face, heavy with worry.

Reverend O’Hara had just taken your confession…

I pray you liked this, dear reader.

Tagged ppl - @friendlynbhdzero @ceoofghosts it won’t let me tag you @hoelychildofgod

#miguel o'hara #fanfic #miguel x reader #priest!miguel #priest au #au fic #across the spiderverse #miguel x you

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Cowboy Ghost

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