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aouiaa · 1 month

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Outline: The one thing Ellie loves about being spider-woman is her webs. Yeah, she puts them to great use.

Word count: 450

Warnings: MINORS DNI — SMUT AHEAD + Dom, mean! Ellie + Sub! Reader + Oral + Fingering + Bondage

After a whole day of fighting and webbing around the city being spider-woman. Ellie can return to her other life, one that she rather and wishes she can stay in forever with you. Everyday was a trial. A trial of trying not to be buried six feet under. But that trial ended for today because now she can be buried in between her girlfriend’s legs.

“Ho-ho-holy—shit!” your voice crescendos, trying desperately to move away from Ellie’s mouth, but the sheer iron grip she has on you proves difficult to succeed.

Ellie relinquished in the sweet sounds that came out of your mouth. This was the one thing she looked forward to after a day of fighting to save the world, to come back and be rewarded with this. And while she did tell you to stop squirming a while ago, how can you when she’s made you cum like over two times?!

Ellie moans against you upon feeling your hands tug on her hair, not knowing whether to shove her away or pull her in was your trial.

She replaces her tongue with her fingers, pumping in and out of you as she stares up at you. Your arousal coating a thin layer on the lower half of her face, “You can’t seem to follow simple fucking instructions, huh?” she rebukes.

“I’m…sorr-sorry.” You whimper, trying your best to follow your girlfriend’s past instructions to stay still, but you really weren’t the type to listen, were you?

The loss of her fingers causes you to whimper, but you can’t even process what’s happening until you look up at your hands as they’re above your head with now webs entrapping them. You feel more pressure but this time on your legs, you gasp when you look down to see your legs webbed up as-well. They’re positioned so you can’t close your legs around her head.

“Can’t go anywhere now, huh baby?” She fakes a pout, but can’t help herself any longer and smiles, proud of the work in front of her. You try to squirm against the white sticky substance, but just like her grip, it’s proven to be difficult.

A moan escapes your lips immediately when you feel her mouth on your core once more. Intoxicated by the overwhelming pleasure, you start trying moving again, but can’t.

Ellie seems to notice this and starts to laugh meanly, “You said you can take whatever I give you, baby. So honor that shit.” she says before lowering herself down once more, moaning against your core, savoring in the sweet taste of you.

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 5 months

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🕷️🕸️The Chaotic Adventures of Spider-Mage✨🌟

[TWST AU]: The MC/Yuu may not be only one who encountered an unexpected turn of events.

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, an unknown stranger gets bitten by a spider that actually gave them spider-based magic to become Twisted Wonderland’s Spider-Hero.

[Gender Neutral!Spider!Reader]

[(A/N)]: Happy New Year! I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much on my TWST blog. Been busy IRL and stuff like that. I hope this makes up for missing out and enjoy reading.

So…about the Arachnohumanoid Polymultiverse- This is a stupid name. I don’t know why O’Hara chose this over the Spiderverse. That name makes more sense and easier for people who can’t decipher scientific names right away…

Anyway…

There are many variants and other dimensions who have their own spider like protectors.

There’s one particular Spider who has an interesting upbringing with their situation.

Maybe it’s better to let them introduce themselves to the people reading this…

[Y/N]: “My name is [Y/N] [L/N]. I’m a Second Year of Night Raven College and part of the Ignihyde Dorm. One day during last year, I get bit by an experimental and magical arachnid which granted me spider-based magic. I became to the public as “Spider-Mage”.

“I climb up on flat surfaces, having a Spider sense to alarm me for potential danger, the usual things.”

“I created an algorithm to alert me for crimes occurring and use my newfound powers by casting web-like portals to reach to that specific location.”

“Following my backstory: I was raised by my aunt and uncle, Aunt Mei and Uncle Benji. However, Uncle Benji passed away due to saving someone from an Overblot attack. He asked me if I were to become somebody having great magic, listen to his advice. With great power, comes with great responsibility.”

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[Chapter 1]

OB!Riddle: *On a rampage* YOU ALL WILL BE OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!!!! *Throws a rose bush towards MC/Yuu and Grim*

MC/Yuu & Grim: *Gasps and embrace for impact*

[Then a mysterious figure jumps into action. They cast a magical web barrier to protect MC/Yuu and Grim from the thrown plant.]

Spider-Mage: *Looks back at the two Ramshackle students* It’s okay. I got you two.

OB!Riddle: WHAT IN THE QUEEN’S NAME? WHO ARE YOU?!

Spider-Mage: Hi! I’m Spider-Mage. The friendly arachnid type magic user you hear people talk about. Y’know, you have some serious issues and hopefully seek anger management after this.

OB!Riddle: *Throws another bush at them*

Spider-Mage: *Shoots web at the bush and triggers a fire spell to burn the plant to ashes* Bad idea, buddy.

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MC/Yuu & Grim: *Running late for class*

MC/Yuu: *Carrying Grim in their arms* You just have to try sleeping in.

Grim: It’s not my fault I was studying late!

MC/Yuu: You were cramming for an exam today!

Spider-Mage: *Just saved some people from a robbery* Huh? The Prefect and their familiar?

MC/Yuu: Spider-Mage? Hey! We’re late for our morning class and it’s at the other side of the building.

Spider-Mage: Need a lift?

MC/Yuu: Of course! Thank you.

[Cut to a scene where MC/Yuu and Grim were dropped off to their class and have messed up hairdos from all the swinging around.]

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[Ignihyde Dormitory]

[Y/N]: *Crawling back into their dorm without disturbing anyone* *Lands on their feet from the ceiling and stalks over through the hallways*

Idia: Ortho, did you get my- *Stops mid-track and eyes widened at them* …

[Y/N]: …It’s not what it looks like. *Deactivates their suit*

[Y/N]: *Looks down at their body* Shit.

Idia: Y-Y-You’re Spider-Ma-

[Y/N]: *Shushing him* Don’t say another word. I’ll explain everything somewhere private.

[Back in Idia’s room]

Idia: You’re Spider-Mage.

[Y/N]: Yes, I am. I got these abilities last year and then bam! I’m a magic superhero.

Idia: You kept all of this from me?

[Y/N]: Well, I tried to explain everything to you since you’re my Dorm Leader but duty calls and assignments.

Idia: …I still can’t believe one of my dorm members is Spider-Mage.

[Y/N]: It’s alright. It’s a lot to take in.

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[Rose Queendom]

Spider-Mage: *Shooting webs and swinging around the city* *Lands onto of an apartment complex’s rooftop*

Fan 1: Oh my Seven, It’s Spider-Mage! *Pulls out their phone* Hey Spider-Mage, can you do a flip?

Spider-Mage: *Does a flip*

Fan 1: *Recorded the whole* Thank you, Spider-Mage! I’m showing this to my friends.

Spider-Mage: No problem! Tell your friends I said hello!

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[In the hallways]

Kalim: Hi [Y/N]!

[Y/N]: Oh, hey, Kalim! Uh…What’s up? How was your break?

Kalim: You wouldn’t believe who came by. Spider-Mage came to rescue Jamil and everyone. They were amazing! They shot their magical webs and swung around kicking off the ‘Blot!

[Y/N]: Really? That’s crazy. “Great Seven. I’m jealous of myself…(T . T) Fuck me…”

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[Monstro Lounge]

[Y/N]: *Working there to fill in a deal*

Floyd: [Y/N]-chan/kun~ *About to squeeze them*

[Y/N]: *Spider sense triggered and kicks back at Floyd in the stomach*

Floyd: OOF- *Crashes into Jade*

[Y/N]: Crap! I’m sorry, you two. I’m just on edge today.

Azul: What is going on here? *Sees Floyd and Jade on the ground*

[Y/N]: I’m so sorry, Azul. I’m just super anxious today and Floyd was about to squeeze the shit out of me.

Azul: …Why don’t you take a half day off? You claimed you’re anxious enough to beat the two most valuable people in my dorm.

[Y/N]: Yes! That’s true and I’m going now. *Sprints out of the restaurant* “Fuck me and my Spider sense! I need to lie better.”

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[Afterglow Savannah]

Spider-Mage: *Battling against a weird-looking guy with lightning bolt accessories*

The Shocker: Well well well, love the new look Spider-Man.

Spider-Mage: Uh…Who? I’m not Spider-Man.

The Shocker: Oh, I see. Playing dumb to distract me.

Spider-Mage: Great Seven. Dude, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let’s just get this over with. I have clubs to attend.

[The Shocker charges at Spider-Mage throwing rays of electricity at the magic user.]

Spider-Mage: *Shoots their web casting a Water spell to absorb the attack* Think fast! *Shoots the water spell at The Shocker*

[The water spell webbing was effective to short circuit the electrified villain.]

Spider-Mage: Now I can leave.

[Then a portal opens in front of Spider-Mage.]

Spider-Mage: What the…

[Three people appear out of the portal and they’re picking the unconscious Shocker anomaly.]

Spider-Mage: Uh… *Spider sense triggered*

???: Wow. Another Spider variant in this dimension.

???: Yeah, and explain what we’re doing here.

???: While also grabbing the anomaly who’s waking up. *Knocks The Shocker out*

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[After [Y/N] was taken to the Spider Society on Earth-928, everything was explained to them and how their Canon Events will happen.]

[Y/N]: Y-You can’t be serious. I couldn’t let it happen. There has to be another way.

Miguel O’Hara: There are no other ways-

[Y/N]: You’re wrong! The multiverse is wrong! I’m doing everything I can to prevent any more disasters back in my already chaotic world. I can’t lose him…

Peter B. Parker: Kid, everything’s gonna be alright.

[Y/N]: Tell that to “Leader of the Spider Society”. I’m going and won’t stop until everyone’s safe.

[[Y/N] casts a spell to disappear from everyone’s sight.]

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Arachnis: No no no Miguel. *Blocks his path* Do not chase the teen like last time with Miles.

Miguel: They can’t interfere with the Canon Events. Their world would already start falling apart.

Arachnis: Miguel, you don’t know that. Remember when I saved you from your supposed event? My Canon Event overlapped with yours which should interfere but didn’t, preventing your untimely death. What if [Y/N] can save their friends and loved ones like us? We almost lost everyone when we were against The Spot.

Miguel: *Glare softens and sighs* I don’t want this kid to make the same mistakes.

Arachnis: I know. It’s tough to accept the possibility, but we been through this before. Doing everything we can to help others. Hey, look at me.

[As the Spider-Man of 2099 and Arachnis share an intimate moment, [Y/N] ran back because they dropped their Magic Pen.]

[Y/N]: Uhh…Is this a bad time?

Arachnis: Kid, I’m gonna shoot your ass if you don’t rush back to save your world.

[Y/N]: Right! Sorry! *Sprints out of their sight*

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gothgleek · 2 months

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Spiderman!Spencer x Seamstress!Fem!Reader

Spencer finds out he’s got super powers and he’s got the brain, powers, and abilities to become a superhero. Now all he needs is a costume. That’s where you come in.

Outline for a Spiderman!Spencer fic I’m writing based this post by @reidcoffeemoon. Let me know if anyone would actually be interested in reading a full version of it. Also please like and reblog, it’s my birthday today💕💕💕

•The two of you met at a Halloween party thrown by Penelope. You are a seamstress and whenever someone complimented your costume, you would proudly ramble about of the type of fabric you used.

•Spencer was the only one who actually listened and responded with his own facts about the fabric’s history.

•You gasped and smiled, raising your left hand to your chest. “You are my new favorite person.” You declared.

•While talking, you both found out you’re from Vegas. You worked as a seamstress for a burlesque show off the strip and did cosplay part time while he was off at learning Caltech. The two of you bond over a restaurant that shut down five years ago.

•Now in DC, you worked as a seamstress for the local theater and managed a thrift store by the university he works at. Cosplay makes up most of your income but you dream of creating a lingerie line.

•The two of you agree to meet up for coffee but before that happens, Spencer gets bitten by a spider.

• Was he was bitten by a spider while investigating an unsub who killed his victims spider venoms or did he wander into the wrong room while touring a science facility?

•Derek convinces him to try out being a superhero. Derek is part of a secret superhero group (The Avengers) and would like his friend to join (once he knows Spencer can handle superhero work).

•Spencer calls you a few weeks later. “Hey, um, I wanted your opinion on something. What kind of materials do you recommend for a sort of… workout costume?”

•Thankfully, you’ve been asked weirder questions throughout your career so it didn’t even phase you.

•You respond in a rambling style that would’ve confused other people, but not Spencer.

•”They’ve actually done some test work on using spider webs for body armor but the tests didn’t yield the best results but I think…”

•He listened to you talk while he designed a web slinging contraption for his wrists, occasionally throwing in a comment or two.

•He visits your thrift store a few days later to discuss his little project a little more.

•When it becomes apparent his skills aren’t as advanced as yours, you offer your services and schedule him to come to your place over the weekend.

•It’s purely friendly… but you can’t help but if some less than platonic thoughts come up while looking at certain measurements.

•Those less than platonic feelings did make you blind to some of his questions.

But if anyone asked you would say you’ve had weirder requests.

•“Would it be possible to make it bullet proof? And um… do you know how to make the fingers more um… thin but not thin?”

•The two of you kept meeting up to discuss his costume and sometimes even other things.

You never met anyone who made Russian lit or etymology sound so exciting before.

•But all things come to an end and once his costume is done you don’t see him for another few weeks. It sucks but life goes on.

You ignore the hurt in your stomach when he doesn’t respond to your text about asking about the foreign film fest at the local theater.

•Then, one night after work, you find yourself being on the wrong end of a gun by a mugger.

•Before you can handover your wallet however, a dark figure jumps down and when you open your eyes, the mugger is stuck to the wall with a sort of strange white substance.

•The figure pulls you to the top of the roof and you can finally get a good look at him.

•Spandex that shined in the same weaving pattern as the combination of rayon and viscose? Hands that were 7.49 inches long and 3.60 inches wide? The mask you spent the last two weeks creating?

•You squinted at him.

•“Spencer?!?”

•One long conversation in Spencer’s apartment later, and you’re telling him to come back so you can modify his suit to actually be made for crime fighting.

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rmoonstoner · 1 year

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, warnings may change.

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Summary:

You move out of the old house at your friend's request. It's a very short chapter.

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Chapter 2 - Empanadas de Santa Rita - Chihuahua City, Mexico

A Mexican pastry served in honor of St. Rita every year on May 22. Typically they are sweet and savory at the same time, containing meats, raisins, pecans, butter, garlic and assorted spices, peas, potatoes, and sherry.

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A few months had gone by, with absolutely no word from Jake. You weren't surprised one bit, and had already gone through the process of selling most of your things. It was the big stuff, like your living room furniture, the bedroom set, any tools you had, and other such things too big for a studio apartment that you had your eye on. You even got rid of the car for a nice fat stack of cash. It was fitting that you had sold the car to Hawkeye. He was happy, and claimed that he was going to give it to his wife.

Today you were dropping off a huge bag of clothing to a local shelter. Anything that Gwen or America didn't want, ended up here. You made the old lady's day as she went through the nice and gently used items, all of which Jake had bought for you. After the drop off, you made your way back home the easy way, by web slinging home. By the time you got back, you found Peter standing at your front door.

"Hey! Sorry, I was out dropping off some clothes. You didn't mention that you were coming by." You greeted Peter with a wave and gave him a hug.

"It's alright. I was just on my way to the Sanctum, and I wanted to know if you wanted to accompany me?" He asked with grin.

"Really? You sure you want me to come along? You did mention the doctor hates unexpected guests…" You replied. Peter could see your hesitancy and he held both hands up.

"It's totally okay with Doctor Strange. I asked first, and besides, you're friends with his daughter, so…"

"Does he know-"

"Uh…" Peter looked away sheepishly as he rubbed his neck and laughed.

"Peter! Just because he's an Avenger and the king of the wizards, you can't be telling people my secret identity!"

"I am sorry! He saw you on the roof the last few times, and he wanted to know why I hadn't introduced you to him. Then America let it slip she's your friend, and, so… He kind of figured it out. He's a genius, and has that eidetic memory."

"Oh fantastic, a real Sherlock Holmes type, eh?" You retorted, and he laughed.

"Yeah, so I am sorry…"

"It's fine. Like you said, he probably already knew. I'm not mad."

"Oh good! So, do you need to do anything before we go?"

"I just need to put the washing on the next load of donations, then grab some water."

"Cool!"

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Once at the Sanctum, Peter introduced you to Wong. The man seemed grumpy at first, but after hearing who you were, he changed his tune rather quickly. He made you a tea while Peter left to find the doctor, and the two of you chatted about how Peter basically lived here at the Sanctum since his Aunt and Tony Stark had passed away. He asked about what you did for a living, and you shrugged. You didn't have a paying job, and you lived in your ex boyfriend's house, which you were getting ready to move out of.

Wong seemed impressed that you were taking charge and moving on with your life, which told you that Peter had been blabbing his mouth again. You would have normally been upset by this, but Peter had told you all about who Wong was, what he did, and who he worked with. He was like the other king of the wizards, and Peter claimed he was way nicer than Strange. You found that hard to believe, because both of the wizards had a reputation for being formal hard asses.

Peter ended up coming back with Doctor Strange, and the lad was just talking up a storm as the doctor nodded along while sipping from a steaming mug. The way they looked was adorable, like a son telling their dad all about their day after school, but it was Peter talking about his patrols, while the older man listened intently.

"-And then she flashed him with the lights, kicked the guy in the balls, and he fell off of the roof. I've never seen Sandman go down that fast before! She managed to get him, before he could turn into sand!"

"Oh wow, Peter. That's most impressive." The doctor winced a bit, but he was impressed all the same.

"I take it that this her?" He asked as he motioned towards you. You gave a polite smile and waved.

"Yeah, that's her! You should see her and Gwen work as a team! It's so fun! She's the one making all the weird lights at night." Peter said as he made the same hand motions you did for the lights. You laughed and looked over at the older man who was chuckling softly at Peter's energy.

"Ah, I see. Well, in that case, it's lovely to meet you, young lady. My name is Stephen, but you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Uh, yes, sir, er, uh, doctor."

"Stephen is fine. Any friends of Peter's or America's are welcome to use my first name. Unless, of course, I don't like them." He laughed and held his hand out to you. You took it gently, remembering that Peter had told you the man had delicate hands that had once been crushed.

"Okay, Stephen, it is nice to meet you too. I always wanted to see what America's and Peter's adopted dad was like."

"Oh, well, I-" Stephen seemed flustered when you said adopted dad.

"Oh, he's a good dad. Very supportive of my Spider-Man gig." Peter said as he patted Stephen's shoulder. The man beamed at the praise and kept drinking his tea. You didn't understand why he was known for being snobby, stoic, and rude.

"That's good. Peter talks about you all the time. Says you've saved the world a lot, and kept the spooky magic things at bay." You remarked, and Stephen burst out laughing.

"I suppose that's what I do. It's a new way of saying it though. Oh, I have to talk to ask Wong something. Be right back." Stephen smiled and then excused himself to go talk with Wong for a bit.

They did not come right back.

It was three hours before they did, and by then, America had come home, said hi, then left again for her studies at the Kamar-Taj. You had spent the time playing chess, and had won three to two. When Stephen and Wong came walking in, they looked frustrated. It turned out there had been one of those cosmic fluctuations, and Stephen was telling Peter and you to keep an eye out for anything weirder than normal.

You left soon after, and went back home to grab a nap before patrol later.

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Three weeks later…

Peter and Gwen had convinced you to move out of the house Jake owned. You didn't make it easy for them either. You felt reluctant to leave that house. It had bad memories, but it also held so many good ones with Jake.

You gave the excuse that you couldn't afford to move. The house and utilities were paid for, and you didn't have a paying job to get something new. Peter shut you up so fast by having Stephen and Wong literally coming out at that exact moment and time to offer you a room next to America's and Peter's. You groaned when that happened, because who the hell says no to the Sorcerer Supreme, which was basically your friend's dad?

That gave you a free place to live, free utilities, and free food. That also offered you access to being transported anywhere in the world if you ever wished it, not that you really wanted to unless the others needed you to. You had lost the will to travel after what happened with your ex, but it was nice that the option was there. Living there would gain you security, because there were at least three sorcerers at the Sanctum at any given time, not including Doctor Strange or Wong who were fully aware of your relationship problems.

They even said they could keep Jake from coming in if you gave them some of his hair. That was easy to do, and you did it, mostly because Peter and Gwen said they'd try to kick his ass if he showed up unannounced. You weren't sure if they meant the wizards, or themselves.

Plus your friends were there…

How could you refuse?

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Series Master List

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None for now. Again, sorry for the short chapter.

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dw-writes · 1 year

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Once Bitten, Twice Angry - Miguel O'Hara x Anti Hero!Reader

So. This isnt planned to be a fic - in fact Im writing it on my phone (which is something I NEVER do). But the idea came to me today and its itching the inside of my skull so I decided to write it down. Its silly - just an thought experiment to get the Across the Spiderverse brain worms out.

This isnt intended to be a romantic fic, either. At the point of writing this author blurb, i dont even know how Miguel fits into it beyond the main idea of him being venomous.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think

This isnt edited, and was typed out pretty quickly on a phone. I apologize ;;

WARNINGS: Swearing; Violence

"I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here." The bank robber - his name was Ryan, you remembered, and he was a pretty decent guy, just down on his luck too many times - nodded and mumbled behind the collect of irridecent that coated his mouth. You propped your foot on the side of another robber - Julian, Julius, Juli-something, he never really talked that much to you - as he tried to squirm towards his fallen weapon. "It's weird, right?" you mused, "One day, I'm the Black Cat, Nueva York's greatest burglar, the next I'm--" you cut yourself off as you hooked a foot around Juli-such-and-such's hip and tossed him across the bank floor. He released a muffled shout.

"Okay, so, what do you think of Moon Weaver?" you asked, "Too much?"

"Ain't there a Moon Knight?" someone in the bank quipped.

You twisted around, snapping your fingers down on your new, and very much stolen, web shooter. The man crumbled back against a cabinet. He was a banker, and annoying during robberies.

"I didn't ask you? I still don't know if you're gonna be saved by me yet," you replied. You turned back to Ryan. "No Moon Weaver?" you asked.

He shook his head.

"Damn," you sighed, "Anyway, I was telling this to my therapist up on the seventh floor - you should see her by the way, she's great - and we were going over how this started, but since you so rudely interrupted my therapy session, you get to hear it." You crouched in front of him. "Don't worry, you're not gonna remember a thing anyway. I'll make sure of it."

Ryan didn't reply.

You stood back up. "So, let's start at the beginning." You waved your hand as you paced away to another bank robber, kneeling to scoop up his limp ankle. "Remember that heist I was doing a few months ago? Priceless heirloom, lots of money, you know how it is. I was on the job, like normal, when that fucking Spiderman shows up." You dropped the man's ankle and crouched in front of Ryan again. "Have you ever seen him without his mask? He's kinda hot, but in that infuriating "I really wanna punch you" kinda way?"

Ryan merely stared at you. He wasn't a very good audience.

You huffed. "Anyway. He showed up, we did the whole song and dance - the chase, the quips, the obvious flirting with a good layer of sexual tension - and I give him the slip." You frowned at your own memory of that night, planting your fists on your hips. "Except, I didn't. He caught me around the corner, and we went down, grappling. I think I hit him a little too hard in a place that I shouldn't've - that's rude in a fight, you know - because he yelled and suddenly bit my shoulder." You turned back around. "He bit me! Like a four year old!"

You thought Ryan mumbled something that sounded like, "Seriously?" but it was too hard to make out.

So, you replied with, "Yeah! And I went home, and I started feeling weird." Then, you crouched again, your fingers dancing over your knees. "And you know how we all kinda know that he's a weird little freak that's, like, part spider, or werewolf, or vampire, or something freaky? Yeah, I think whatever it is gave me powers," you whispered.

Ryan's eyes went wide.

You shrugged and stood, cupping your fingers around his head. "Yeah, it was weird. And now, here we are!" Your fingers tickled as a surge of electricity arched away from them and through his skull. "Not that you'll remember it," you mumbled.

The robber thrashed as you stepped away, then slumped to the ground. You watch him for a moment, frowning, waiting to make sure he was still breathing. When he groaned, you stepped back.

Then, you snapped your fingers, turning around to face the whole group of thieves you had piled in a corner. "Oh, what about Night Spider? That's pretty cool!" you asked.

"It's pretty," came a delayed reply. You looked over your shoulder. It was a customer, one of the few that was still curled up on the floor.

You smiled, and bowed at the waist. "Why thank you," you preened, standing, and waving your arm towards the door, "What're you all still waiting around here for? Get outta here!" You watched as the customers scrambled to their feet. "And tell the cops it was Night Spider that helped you!" You backed away, eyeing an exit you normally took to escape a bank with a similar layout. "Not Spiderman."

You bolted as the cops rushed into the building.

Miguel watched from atop the roof across the street, an annoyed scowl etched deep into his face. He knew he shouldn't have bitten you that night - but how could he have known you'd have such a reaction?!

And now, you went from being a pain in his side to a fucking problem.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned, swearing under his breath.

Lyla would never let him live it down.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #miguel o hara x reader #spiderverse #marvel

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deconstructthesoup · 3 months

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The Web House

Full disclosure—I did not have this all typed out before today, but this won the poll, and I do nothing if not deliver.

*cracks knuckles*

So, this is kind of an inverse to my already well-established AU, The Wittebane Archives, over on AO3—Luz is the Archivist and going through the horrors, there’s an equal amount of deep character moments as well as incredibly chilling encounters, it’s great, it’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, please go check it out. You got tragic Lumity, tragic Huntlow, wholesome Veesha, Skara and Boscha content, and Belos being much more morally grey than you’d expect. Also, there’s some fucked-up monster content.

ANYWAYS!

I finally decided to do an AU where a young Jon ends up on the Boiling Isles, and I took a similar approach with the tone that I did with Wittebane Archives. In that story, while I still highlighted the horror of the world they live in, I decided to make it more manageable for the characters and give them chances to still find ways to feel human, reflecting the fact that TOH is a more gentle and optimistic show (and I much prefer happy endings to sad ones). So, with The Web House, I decided that the Isles in this world are the Isles we would’ve gotten if Dana had been allowed to do her original vision… which is to say, all of the scary and horrific parts are kicked up to their extent. No sugarcoating here, the demon realm is explicitly referred to as Hell.

Now, to the characters!

Jon: He is, of course, in the role of Luz. Rather than being a naive ray of sunshine from Connecticut, he’s a prickly, anxious, and socially awkward kid from Bournemouth who gets in trouble for his constant refrain of correcting the teacher, having no interest in the assignments, and his habit of reading during class. This eventually leads to him nearly getting sent to a camp for “troubled kids…” until his habit for wandering off and getting distracted by things that are out of the ordinary leads him to stumble in through a portal to the Boiling Isles. Once there, Jon is absolutely blown away by the wonder and horror of the world, and he finally finds something that he’s truly passionate about—though, time and time again, he’s told that he can’t do magic because he’s a human, and he gets very defensive about it. It takes him a while for his walls to come down.

Gerry: He’s Eda—a snarky, anti-establishment, laid-back criminal with a lot of trauma and a habit of unintentionally adopting kids. Instead of an Owl Beast curse, he has a Spider Beast curse, and is referred to as the “Web Witch” by the denizens of the Isles. Gerry was actually pretty happy pre-curse, mainly because his mother died before she could do a lot of real harm… but after getting cursed, everything came crashing down, culminating in Gerry accidentally blinding his father and running away to hide in the woods. Since then, he has a hard time really letting people in, and the fact that he’s a wanted criminal doesn’t help. But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t regularly take in strays. (Also, the curse turns his hair black, but it’s naturally red. You’ll see why in a sec.)

Annabelle: She is a slightly more mature version of King—a spiderlike demon child that Gerry found and took in at a young age. Knowing full well that she’s adorable, she takes advantage of the fact that people think she’s sweet and naive to get what she wants, which leads to a lot of shenanigans in the first-season arc. As the story goes on, and she finally takes the push to learn more about her past, she starts learning how to be responsible and to be more honest with herself and others, though she never loses her talent for deception. She’s a curious and devious little kid.

Helen: She’s a Hooty equivalent. Just a sassy door being who helps keep the Web House in tip-top shape.

Agnes: She’s Lilith—Gerry’s older sister and the head of the Emperor’s Coven. Of course, Agnes being Agnes, she’s a lot less tightly wound than Lilith at first and is genuinely sweet and caring, just deeply misguided. She truly believes that Gerry joining the EC is the best option for him, and she’s always been tormented with guilt over cursing him. After leaving the coven, Agnes tries her hardest to make up for lost time, both with Gerry, Eric, and their great-aunt Gertrude, even if she really has no idea how to interact with people outside of being the polite and perfect role model. It’s a learning curve.

Basira: She takes the place of Willow, though her character development is less about being insecure and slowly gaining confidence and more about being stoic and apathetic and learning to express her emotions and fight for what she believes in. Basira has natural talent in both Beastkeeping and Plants, and while she initially thinks that switching to the Plant track would be better for her, she eventually decides to take both classes once it’s approved. She’s painfully logic-minded and has a lot of internal doubts about the coven system, though until she meets Jon and hears his casual breakdown of how valuing certain types of magic over others just doesn’t make sense, she doesn’t yet have the courage to voice it. On her end, Basira turns out to be just the friend that Jon needs—someone who believes in him, but isn’t afraid to tell him when he’s being an ass.

Georgie: She’s in Gus’s position, though instead of being a prodigy at Illusion magic, she’s a prodigy at Abominations magic… and is more than a little terrifying as a result. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a wonderful person, but her keen interest in both humans and in subsects of magic that are more than a little macabre can be a little off-putting to some, which is why Basira’s her only real friend at first. After their initial meeting, which consists of Georgie excitedly asking Jon for a blood sample and him being incredibly spooked by her amazement at meeting an actual human, the two end up getting along like a house on fire, and are basically enablers in each other’s chaos. Georgie’s family doesn’t have a lot of money or social standing in the Isles, so she works twice as hard in order to prove herself and get better opportunities. This leads to burnout. Frequently.

Melanie: She’s… okay, so, she’s Matt in that she’s a fellow member of Georgie’s human appreciation club and a new student at Hexside, though she and Georgie don’t really have a rivalry beyond friendly ribbing. However, she’s also Viney, in that she’s a member of the Detention track who helps kickstart multi-track studies. She and Jon don’t get along immediately, mostly due to the fact that he unintentionally ratted her out for studying both Oracle and Construction magic the first time they met, but the two form a begrudging alliance during a basilisk attack and later become actual friends. Melanie’s a sucker for drama and conflict, and she carries that with her—whether she’s in the Human Appreciation Society, the Flyer Derby team, or just hanging out with Georgie and the rest of the gang. She’s fun.

Martin: He’s Amity, in that he’s a depressed rich kid who’s severely isolated due to parental expectations. Due to his incredible talent at Illusions, a lot of kids end up coming to him when they need to cheat, though they never actually become friends with him due to everyone seeing him as a quiet weirdo who never had to work for anything. When Jon comes along, Martin is distrustful of anybody claiming to want to be his friend, and he doesn’t help things by accidentally demeaning Jon’s interest in magic—which, in Jon’s eyes, cements him as a rival. After a string of miscommunication and failed interactions, the two eventually reach a middle ground and become friends… which later leads into Martin developing a gigantic crush on Jon. Which is later reciprocated. Aside from the romantic drama, Martin learns to both become more open and to stand up for himself, becoming the kind yet bitchy individual we all know and love.

Tim & Danny: They’re Edric and Emira—Martin’s class-clown yet charming older brothers who love teasing their little brother and getting into general mischief. Tim’s the oldest, and he’s usually the one who shows a lot of actual worry towards Martin, though he’s still a very flashy individual and tends to do a lot of crazy things just for the hell of it. Danny, on the other hand, has some identity issues that stem from being a middle child who doesn’t quite know who he is outside of his family, and he tends to throw himself into something if he thinks it’ll make him stand out. They’re both illusionists, like Martin, and while Tim and Danny are biological brothers, all of them are adopted. (Also, Tim eventually starts taking Bard and Beastkeeping classes, while Danny starts taking Potions.)

Daisy: If my decision to make Basira Willow hasn’t tipped you off, Daisy is Hunter—the Golden Guard of the Emperor’s Coven, praised as a teen prodigy yet possesses no magical talent of her own. She’s loyal to the emperor and genuinely believes in everything she’s been taught, and she is absolutely horrible at expressing any emotion other than smugness or anger, believing fear and sentiment to be weaknesses and being deathly afraid of being perceived as anything other than strong. Daisy is a very vulnerable person underneath her hard exterior, and she can be incredibly soft with people she cares about… though, of course, she’s not given much opportunity to connect with anyone outside of the castle, or inside, for that matter. In the canon of TMA, Daisy is a truly fascinating character to me, and I knew that the only character she could feasibly be is Hunter—hey, person who did bad things for a cause they believed was just and had that illusion stripped from them, meet other person who did bad things for a cause they believed was just and had that illusion stripped from them. And they both love wolves. So, yeah, she’s a very traumatized child soldier who makes the gradual evolution into a protective big sister friend and a disaster lesbian.

Sasha: I had to make her Vee. I had to. Even if you take away the whole fact that she was NotThemed and how similar that is to the basilisks, the fact that she was almost made the Archivist makes her perfect for that role. Her general story is pretty much the same as in canon—she’s a basilisk who was created in a lab for the purpose of studying magic draining and ran away to the human realm, falling in love with it almost as soon as she arrived. Once in the human realm, Sasha develops a love for computers and manages to make friends with the people she meets at the camp (I’m not sure who they are yet, though I’m leaning towards making them Sam and Colin—Alice already has a role), and when she and Jon actually have a chance to meet, they almost immediately bond as siblings after the distrust and animosity is thrown out the window. Also, Sasha’s existence helps Jon finally fully connect with his grandmother, so… bonus!

Oliver: He’s Raine. As much as I love Doorkeay, I have a different role in mind for Micheal, and Oliver’s dynamic with Gerry as two gorgeous witchy goth men connected with The End is something that I’d love to see more of. Anyways, um… so, Oliver and Gerry’s story is pretty similar to canon—they met when they were in high school, were best friends from that point on, and eventually started dating, though they broke up due to Gerry being tight-lipped about the curse and Oliver eventually making the decision to join the Bard coven. Oliver didn’t start being a rebel leader right away, though, since he initially believed that the best way to fix things was by changing it from the inside, but after years of that not working, he finally caved and started the BATs. He’s very practiced at pretending that he’s just an unassuming workaholic, and he often claims stage fright in order to continue operating under the radar. Oliver’s a smart dude.

Trevor: He’s… well, he takes the position of Eberwolf as the Beastkeeping coven head, but he also acts as Darius for a lot of the story beats—mostly because he takes the role as Daisy’s actually decent paternal figure. Trevor comes off as an old grump who doesn’t like people or fun, and he’s seen many a Golden Guard die in his time as a head of a coven… so, when he sees Daisy be rebellious for the first time in her life, his wolf dad instincts kick in. Not quite sure where Julia fits in yet, but she’ll fit in. Somewhere.

Jane: Terra. She has to be Terra. Gross plant woman who pretends to be sweet but is actually psychotic. She’d definitely suggest turning children into mulch as an apt punishment for failing a small challenge.

Nikola: Same deal, she’s Adrian. She can’t be anyone else.

Peter: He’s in the position of Odalia—an antisocial yet jovial businessman who reeks of old money. He also deals in security and weaponry, though he primarily uses oracle magic instead of Abominations, and he’s very interested in studying the effects illusion magic has on the mind. Of course, he can’t actually practice illusion magic, so he has to turn to other avenues for research… such as adopting three gifted illusionists. Needless to say, Peter is not a good parent by any measure, and he kind of holds the fact that he adopted his sons over their heads so they don’t step out of line. Unfortunately, the kiddos don’t have an Alador equivalent (as far as I’ve decided), so the only person they can really go to outside of each other is Peter. Not a good environment, really. And it’s definitely complicated by the reason why their dad has all this standing and power, beyond just the family connections…

Elias/Jonah: So, he is in Belos’s place as the emperor who’s secretly a human witch hunter, but his motivations aren’t the same. Rather than planning on killing witches simply because he hates magic, his intention is to drain the magic from them and take it for himself—well, for humans, but mostly himself. Elias is also a lot more… shall we say, lax about interacting with other witches, which is why he has zero qualms with having an on-again, off-again relationship with Peter Lukas. And several other men throughout his time on the Isles. Yeah, Philip may be too deep in a Puritanical mindset to claw his way out of Narnia and admit that he’s not straight, but Jonah is a harlot and that’s a part of his character that stays constant. I’m not gonna go into his backstory, for spoiler reasons, but I will say that Gwendolyn is a Caleb equivalent, and Alice is her Evelyn. I’m riding on the Dyhard train and you can’t stop me.

Micheal (Distortion): And last but not least, I couldn’t make our boy Micheal anybody other than The Collector! I know that technically, he and Helen are kind of the same character, but she just doesn’t have the silly vibes that he does. All I can really say is that his story is… well, it matches up with in canon, except he’s more of a preteen than a kid. We know so little about Collie’s past outside of the events that led them to be trapped, and what we know about Micheal himself—pre-Distortion, of course—is equally as murky and unclear, so… yeah. He’s a funky neon star kid who originally manifests as a funky shadow kid.

And yeah, I think that’s it for now.

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bibiwrld · 8 months

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SIMILAR!| MIGUEL O’HARA

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previous: –five.

–six.

THIRD PERSON POV

“Did I say throw a punch like an old hag with fucking arthritis?” Miguel snarled, weaving Miles’ punches. “Punch me!”

“I-I am!” Miles’ shouted back with an unsure look on his face, throwing another punch that Miguel easily blocked.

Miles had to be ready for today, he’s their best option for taking down White Phantom.

“Do it better!” Miguel threw a right hook.

Miles quickly dodged it by doing a backflip.

Miguel sighed, placing both hands on his hips. “Miles, we have to catch this guy today.”

Miles panted, slowly walking up to Miguel. “And we will.”

Lyla appeared in front of Miles. “ I think you did a good job, Miles.”

He smiled softly at the AI. “Thanks, Lyla.”

“I’m trusting you.” He sighed once more, looking at the young spider. “You can rest for now.”

He nodded, watching Miguel walk out.

Now at his office, Miguel sat at his desk listening to Pavitr, who was on the mission with Gwen and Hobie to bring Doctor Octavius back to Nueva York.

“She put up a fight, but she should be in Nueva York right now.” Pavitr spoke, swinging through a city.

Miguel looked at the large holographic screen of Pavitr, that was linked from his watch. He leaned back in his seat, satisfied with the younger spiders work. “Good job. Get back to Nueva York asap and locate her, then report back to me once White Phantom is insight.”

Pavitr did a mini salute before his screen disappeared. “Alrighty, boss!”

“Wren texted you.” Lyla appeared with a grin.

“Oh, did she?” Miguel forced an uninterested look on his face, but deep inside he was bouncing off the walls.

“Stop acting like you don’t care, you like her, we both know you do.” Lyla could see through his bullshit.

Miguel kept his eyes on the multiple holographic screen before him, clenching his jaw at her words. “What if I do? There’s no harm in that.”

Lyla squealed, jumping around Miguel. “Text her back now!”

“I’m not texting her back because you told me to.” He hesitantly picked up his phone, staring at her text.

Wren

Are you free tonight?

He thought of all of the possible things he could possibly be doing tonight. He had to take down White Phantom, but that’s at an earlier time, then he had a mission with Web Slinger, he could always reschedule that, and he had to file mission reports, and that could be left for another night.

So yes, he was free.

I am. You need me?

Wren

Badly, at my place at 9?

He bit his bottom lip and threw his head back at her text.

“Oh my God, look at you!” Lyla laughed, her eyes wide at the way Miguel was acting, it was very rare.

“Shut up.” He sat back up, typing back to Wrenley.

I’ll be be there

Lyla watched him send the final text. “Oh you’ll be there alright.”

“It’s just sex, Lyla.” He murmured, running fingers through his hair.

She crossed her arms. “We all know, it’s more than just sex to you.”

His eyelids lowered, sinking down in his seat. She was right, it was more than sex. Maybe he started developing feelings through every interaction they had, even non sexual ones.

His watch beeped, making him alert and pulling him from his deep thoughts. It was a quick message from Pavitr.

“White Phantom.”

He stood up, his mask immediately going on. “Lyla, notify Jess that White Phantom is here.”

“On it.”

🕷️

“Get out of my way—AAGGGHHH!” Doctor Octavius glitched during an attempt to grab White Phantom with one of her robotic arms.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Octopus?” White Phantom taunted, floating in front of her. “Are you malfunctioning?”

“Now, Hobie and Gwen!” Jessica shouted to her watch.

“Got it!” Gwen swung down to Octavius, webbing her up once she stopped glitching.

“What the— you again?!” Doctor Octavius struggled in the webs.

“Hobie now!” Gwen called out, holding Doc Oc with multiple webs.

Suddenly Hobie appeared on the side of a building, pressing buttons on his watch, making a portal appear.

White Phantom floated and only watched in amusement.

Gwen jumped off the building, using all her strength to swing Doc Oc around and finally releasing her into the portal.

“I’ll be bac—” The portal closed.

“Such amazing teamwork.” White Phantom clapped.

Miguel, Jessica, Pavitr and Miles, joined Hobie and Gwen on the large street.

“Mind Crusher!” Miles shouted from below.

They all looked at him in utter disbelief.

“I really thought that one would’ve stuck with you guys.” Miles sulked.

White Phantom laughed with their distorted voice. “Oh how cute, you came up with a name for me.”

“It’s actually White Phantom.” Pavitr told them.

Hobie nudged him and shook his head. “C’mon mate.”

Pavitr quickly apologized, forgetting that they were talking to the enemy.

Miguel signaled for the spiders to move into their positions and White Phantom couldn’t but help but notice.

Chuckling, they revealed their white gloved hands. “If you think you little spiders can take me down, you’re nothing but delusional.”

“Hey!” Gwen shouted in offense.

“I don’t want to hurt any of you.” White Phantom began.

Miles turned invisible, crawling on a building that was closer to White Phantom. Now that they were distracted, Miles could go through with the plan.

“It was never my plan to hurt any of you. I know how it feels to be scared, how it feels to lose someone you love.”

Their words touched almost all the spiders.

“I just wanted to help.”

“Well we don’t kill people.” Jessica narrowed her eyes.

“I’m not included in that ‘we’ they speak of.” Hobie added.

“Hobie.” Everyone gave him a look.

“I mean now I am apart of that ‘we’, because of rules and whatever, but I follow rules because I want to.” He rambled with his hands.

“In order for to get rid of the problem, you have to kill it.”

Miles stretched his hand out as far as he could to touch White Phantom and shock them. White Phantom’s head suddenly snapped in Miles’ direction, scaring him to the point where he almost became visible.

“I can see you little spider.” White Phantom chuckled and head butted Miles with their hard metal helmet.

The only thought that went through Miles’ head was ‘How?!’

The impact of the helmet made Miles become visible and unconscious as he fell from the building.

“Miles!” Gwen swung down quickly and caught him by his hand, then retreated to a building for him to recuperate.

Taking off his mask, she stared at the bruise in the middle of his forehead. “Miles..Miles you okay?”

Miles could barely look straight but he still managed to answer. “Y-yeah..totally.”

“Coño.” Miguel cursed under his breath, seeing that the plan didn’t work.

“After I poured my heart out, this is how you treat me?!” White Phantom shouted. “After I helped you all?! Ungrateful spiders!”

“Now they’re upset.” Jessica rubbed her stomach while straddling her bike. “Plan B?” She looked to Miguel.

“Plan B.” Miguel sighed.

The other spiders instantly knew if Plan A didn’t work: make Miles shock White Phantom until they go unconscious, then they would have to resort to plan B: Distract White Phantom until Miguel got close enough to bite and paralyze them.

Pavitr wasted no time in using his yoyo to hit White Phantom in the head. Hobie shot webs on their helmet, making them spin out of control.

Miguel hopped on the side Jessica’s bike as she drove up a building.

“You two are starting to piss me off!” White Phantom groaned in frustration, both gloved hands emerging from underneath their cloak. Using their telekinetic powers, they slammed Hobie and Pavitr into the ground effortlessly.

The sounds of a motorcycle got White Phantom’s attention. Jessica’s bike soared through the sky and Miguel jumped off, his fist instantly connecting with White Phantom’s helmet, resulting to a large crack.

White Phantom was knocked out and began falling. Miguel attached his web to a building, swooping in to catch them and landing safely.

Jessica pulled up beside him with her bike. “Are you gonna bite them?”

“Yeah, just to be safe.” Miguel answered with his rough voice, staring down at the villain in his arms. He grabbed White Phantom’s wrist, sinking his fangs deep and releasing his paralyzing venom.

“That gets creepier every time I see it.” Miles commented with Gwen by his side.

He had a crazy bruise in the middle of his forehead, but he already had a crazy story to tell his parents when they asked.

“You okay mate?” Hobie asked, but he looked more beat up that Miles.

“Yeah.” He nodded, feeling Miguel’s stare on him.

Miguel put White Phantom over his shoulder, protracted his claws, then wiped his mouth from the excess venom that dripped from his fangs, onto his chin; he hated it. “You did okay, good job everyone.” Miguel walked over to Miles and ruffled his hair, then walked off to open a portal for himself.

That meant the world to Miles, his eyes sparkling in pure happiness. Even the other spiders were shocked by Miguel’s praise.

Gwen teasingly nudged him. “Good job.”

Hobie and Pavitr gave each other a fist bump.

“Time to head back to HQ.” Jessica told the young spiders.

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Next Part: –seven.

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Mount Shasta- April 2022

“DJ(JD?) was hung today. He was a good boy.”

The first time I read that line was on the first trip I brought Erin up to spend time alone with my grandparents. On the bottom shelf of the bedside table in the room we slept in, that’s where the book was.

That’s my grandma’s aunt’s journal she kept on their homestead. Both my grandma and grandpa grew up there. I can’t remember if his name was DJ or JD -I should have written it down- he was my grandma’s cousin. Johnson was his last name, that is my grandmother’s maiden name too.

It was the books we bought on this trip together that I think helped me solve who he was.

It was another fire that brought us to where we live today. A literal fire. The 2021 Greenwood fire. The lake we live on now is a seaport, the lodge needed people to help feed the firefighters they were housing. They were still open and operating as well. I served in the restaurant, we saved up enough to take our first vacation alone together.

I wanted to see the ocean. I’ve never seen it before. We were going on a road trip to California. First stop would be Omaha to see family, and Jimmy/his girlfriend. We rented a car and drove the first 13 hours.

This squirrel didn’t want Erin’s trash in the can.

In Iowa we drove next to a tornado. The winds at the rest stop were so strong they tore the flag.

We spent the night at Jimmy’s and his now fiancé’s place our first night. Jimmy constantly brings up how embarrassed he is of their dog, Lemon, and how she treated me when we finally met in person for the first time. Just stared at me and made grumbling chirps. Single barked, and left uninterested. Sour. She warmed up, you just have to be patient.

The four of us shared food, went to the zoo, then parted ways. Erin and I went to my parent’s house. My brother and his wife came too. We all looked together at some pictures my dad put on a flash drive for me to take with.

One of those was of the golden orb weaver that would visit us at our garden year after year, I was thrilled. Vibrating. I didn’t even ask him to do this, and it was one of the few “photos of a photo” that he put on that flash drive.

My dad taught me about leaving bread crumbs.

He loves symbolism. He also has to process and communicate differently than when I was a child, has for almost two decades now. There’s nothing wrong with that.

My dad taught me to catch grasshoppers, and give them to the orb weavers. The grasshoppers were eating our vegetables. It was such a rush pouncing on them, and fascinating to watch the orb weavers spin around and around.

Spiders spin their webs with intent. They are traps for fuel. Some people are scared of spiders, but they are good omens. Blood drinking insects, vegetation eating insects, things that steal from humans… all can fall into an orb weaver’s trap.

What was my dad telling me. Was he wanting me to become the orb weaver? Evolve and spin my dreams and webs to help people? Trap the bugs myself?

It doesn’t feel right.

Did he want me to find an orb weaver? Offer them grasshoppers that would in some weird way, help humanity? Protect the gardens.

My mom’s voice is warning me. The first nightmare I ever had was when I was around four or five. In real life, she caught me in the garden feeding the orb weavers. Panic and scolding.

“What are you doing?! Spiders are venomous, if you get bit you will die.”

She didn’t give me time to explain. Dad taught me how to identify an orb weaver versus a black widow by their bodies, legs, and webs. I knew what not to feed.

We went inside and washed my hands. That night I had my first nightmare, a giant tarantula the size of a t-rex was crushing all the trailers in the park. I was so afraid, when I woke up I felt silly though. Tarantulas can’t get that big, can they?

I have to find the right type of spider. I don’t know how to find my orb weavers, my dad’s mind changed before we could graduate from identifying spiders to people.

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The Demon’s Queen

Chapter Nine

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Marinette ducked as the bo staff sailed past her, breath caught in her throat. She caught the movement of the woman darting her hands clenched around her own weapon as she shot it up blocking the blow that would have come straight down on her head.

“You’ve improved.”

Ruta said, her Russian accent thick as she addressed Marinette with assessing eyes. She was a tall woman with dark close cropped hair, her eyes a cold gray, and skin a ghostly white. She was always balanced, every move full of purpose and poise, though unlike Maha’s grace Ruta’s was firm and strong. Everytime she moved her hands the first thing to notice was her long, thin, spindly fingers that looked as if they were weaving some type of web. Her face was long, slim, almost gaunt looking as her features pinched together making her face look thin and sharp. She reminded Marinette of the “Other Mother” from the movie Coraline she had watched when she was younger. All in all if she had to describe Ruta in five words or less she would say that Ruta was unnaturally spider-like.

Ruta knew how to spin her traps, enjoying close quarter weapons fights the most, though she didn’t mind hand-to-hand either. Marinette didn’t know how long she had been here as she hadn’t stepped outside since that one night on her second day here, but if she had to guess based on when she was told to sleep, it must have been a week by now. A week of endless torment and training and punishments for her mistakes. But in that week, she had also grown stronger, she was now more skilled in battle than she had ever been before, especially without the suit. Though she loathed to admit it, it made her feel good, powerful even. Though she refused to admit it, in the back of her mind, she felt accomplished, happy even. But she needed to escape, she needed to get out of here and at least try to live a life of her own.

Marinette gave her a tired smirk, but it was quickly wiped away when a leg hooked under her own as she did not move quick enough and she was on her back, Ruta’s bow pressing against her throat.

“But you were distracted. Never lose your focus.”

Just as quickly as she was on Marinette, she was off, spinning the staff through each of her fingers in a casual manner.

“You learn quick.”

“Needed to.”

Ruta hummed at that, staring down at Marinette with a strange interest deep within her eyes.

“Yes, you fought many magical beings with their very own strengths and weapons. You made weapons out of your surroundings. I want to see you do it again now.”

That was all the warning she got before Ruta was moving towards her. ANother thing she hated to admit, her endurance building with Hadid was also coming in handy. Though she was still exhausted, she was able to last longer and longer in each fight before she was breathless on the mats. Even Maha was becoming more and more pleased with her, though the disdain towards her was still palpable.

Marinette ducked away, spinning on the balls of her feet as she turned away, keeping her balance allowing her to use her momentum to help her stand up. Her leg had finally healed as Tomoe had taught her how to make a healing poultice that she applied daily. Today she had learned about the different types of toxins that plants produced and how. She hated how she had to learn about these things, especially because they really did draw her interest. She wished she could talk to Tikki about this, but the boy refused to let her see any of the Kwamii.

Lost in her thoughts Marinette barely dodged the kick to her abdomen as her body moved on its own.

“Focus. You won’t always be lucky.”

She was right. Marinette didn’t know how much luck she had left as a side effect of wearing the Ladybug Miraculous for so long, for all she knew her extra luck would be gone by tomorrow. So, she needed to focus, if she wasn’t always aware, she would die. She shivered at the memory of having to help Tomoe with one of the assassin's wounds. It was a long gash that stretched from the right side of the person’s ankle that curved all the way up to the left side of their knee. Purple and red pulsed throughout the leg, heat radiating, and yellow puss leaking from the wound. It was so infected and Marinette felt as if she would be sick.

“When you lead your own army, you will need to know how to tend to your warriors. You may be higher than them, but that makes you even more responsible for your troops' health and safety. We work together here, but it is also survival of the fittest, the strongest lead and survive.”

Tomoe had told her as she began to work on the ninja, who despite the obvious pain they were in, never once made a sound. It was unsettling, it was wrong.

Marinette moved away, watching Ruta’s body language while glancing for anything else she could use to defeat her trainer. There was a whip, javelin, crossbows, arrows, throwing stars, the staff in her hands, the staff in Ruta’s own clenched fists. She took a step back as Ruta approached closer, realizing too late that she had stepped into her web-like trap. She moved quick, patient, lithe, and aggressive. The staff swung down at her forcing Marinete to lift her own weapon above her head forcing her to use her upper body strength to push her away. But now Ruta had the advantage, where Marinette was a distance fighter Ruta was supposedly the best close-combat weapons fighters in all of the League after “The Demon’s Head”.

Perspiration ran down her face, but Marinette wouldn’t give up. In order to leave she needed to be the best, and that meant she needed to be better than her trainers. Marinete dug her heels into the ground, making sure she kept her balance as she pushed with all of her might. Once she had gotten Ruta’s staff far enough away she risked a kick to the woman’s abdomen, forcing her to move away and create distance if she didn’t want to get the air knocked out of her.

Once she was away Marinette enacted her plan grabbing only the whip as she avoided Ruta and her quick barrage of attacks. Distance, Marinette needed to keep a distance or she would lose this fight. The whip looked to be around ten to ten and a half feet long, so if she timed this right and muscle memory served her well she should be able to wrap the whip around Ruta’s staff. If she couldn’t pull it out of her hand she could use it to give herself enough momentum to get a good kick in where she could at least get Ruta on her back.

She could feel Ruta’s eyes studying her, flicking them from the whip to the staff in her hands. An amused smirk lined her thin lips that sent a shiver down her spine. Her eyes twinkled with a dark sort of mischievous as she gripped her staff and moved. Abandoning her staff all together Marinette let her arm go through its familiar movements, imagining if the whip was her yo-yo. She watched as the whip flew through the air feeling hope blossom in her chest that her plan would in fact work.

It didn’t. Ruta simply hit the tip away as she moved, and before she could realize what happened, she was on top of her, the staff back up against her neck once again.

“You can do better than that.”

And the staff was off her neck one more. The amusement in Ruta’s eyes never leaving, like this was all a game.

“Again.”

Marinette was getting sick of hearing that word.

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Damian glared at the report he had just received. How was this possible, he had been so careful! He had put together every little detail, so what went wrong?!

“Oh boy, looks like things aren’t going so well for you.”

The cat said casually as it read over his shoulder. Damian didn’t even acknowledge it. He knew what it was looking for, and he had been taught and trained to ignore such tactics of frustration.

“It does not matter. Even if her mother has contacted the Justice League they will not find anything. We were very careful not to leave a trace of us behind. And even somehow there was something left behind, it has been too long for anything to be identifiable.” Green met green and both stared at the other until the cat gave up with a long sigh. With nothing else to say it flew up and rested atop his hair. Damian didn’t say anything as the creature had been doing this for sometime now, and as it never did anything to bother him he let it be.

Damian pressed his fingers together as he continued to stare at the page. Batman, his Father, would be in Paris, France in only a few hours time, searching for clues as to Marinette’s whereabouts. He needed to come up with new contingencies, he could not The League of Assassins be breached. He had worked hard to keep order here, and no one would ruin it.

With quick movements, he stood up, removed the cat from his hair, instead placing it on his desk before he left the room. He needed to move, practicing his movements with his sword helped to clear his mind. So while he did that, he could begin to plan his next move.

He imagined this new challenge as a game of chess, but the roles of the king and queen were switched. They have made their first move, nothing has been removed from the board yet. They want to take his queen from him, that is their main objective. There were many ways that they could go about this, so Damian needed to go about this game far more carefully than many of the others. His strategy in this would either cause him to be victorious even with the losses of some of his pawns—he was not foolish enough to believe that he would not lose anything—or he would lose everything. There was no inbetween in his mind because he knew that neither of them would give up until the queen chooses a side. He didn’t know why he was fighting so hard for this, but he would do everything and anything for her to choose and stay by his.

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tacky-tramp · 9 months

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Thoughts on Multiverses and Magnuses

Broadly speaking, fiction can approach the concept of the multiverse in one of two ways.

First -- you can take the approach of, say, the Spider-Verse: There are infinite realities, and anything interesting and/or amusing you can think of, exists somewhere. Why is a city in North America called Mumbattan? What possible sequence of events could have led to that? Shuddup. It's cool, so it exists. These stories are wildly fun ... but don't think about them too hard.

Or -- you can take the stricter branching approach, which suggests that a new reality spins off of an existing one every time one thing happens instead of another. This isn't about coolness, per se; it's about alternate histories. What if one specific event had occurred differently? Just one. What would that change? What would the downstream consequences be? How big is the Butterfly Effect, exactly?

Today, I'm trying to deduce which type of multiverse we have in Magnus.

We have, I think, three things to consider:

1. The statement of Anya Villette

2. Stuff Annabelle Cane says

3. The brief premise we've been given for Magnus Protocol

First, all three deal with realities that are almost identical -- only slightly different.

Anya Villette is in a house on Hill Top Road, and then she's in a house on Hill Top Road. The people she knew before still exist. London is mostly the same. She does not exist, and the Magnus Institute is where she expects something else to be; but these are pretty small divergences.

Eowa the Saxon is in a land recently at war with the Mercians, and then he's in a land recently at war with the Mercians. The only difference we're shown is the outcome of one battle. Interesting that the divergence here is extremely recent to the reality-hopping.

We don't know much about TMP's reality yet, but there is a city called Manchester, and there is a Magnus Institute, and that suggests a whole bunch in common with the reality we're more familiar with.

At no point have we been told of fanciful realities where Jonah Magnus is a crocodile or something. So far, we're leaning toward the stricter branching multiverse.

We have heard of one pretty dramatic difference: Some realities lack the Fears, while still having sapient beings capable of feeling fear. At least, the Web believes such realities exist, and believes this so confidently that it's willing to put it all on black. We are given no specific information about what these realities would be like. How much did the Fears affect the march of history?

I wonder if Anya Villette comes from a reality without the Fears -- if that's what the absence of the Institute is supposed to indicate. But that would mean the Fears had almost no impact whatsoever on the state of the world -- under the branching multiverse model, at least. And I find it hard to believe the avatars' wings flapped so softly. In any case, the eight-branched tree and spiderwebs at Anya's Hill Top Road seem to suggest the Fears are there. Or they could be red herrings.

To speculate on Eowa in any detail, I'd have to go down a Wikipedia rabbit hole on tenth-century British battles. Let's put a pin in that, shall we? It is interesting that Annabelle claims to know what happened to Eowa on both sides of the gap -- in the reality he started from, and in the reality he landed in, even though he seems to have traveled from Annabelle's reality to another one. How is the Web getting information from other realities? Particularly information about things that happened before the Web even knew about the gap?

As for TMP, I'm going to apply a bit of meta-narrative faith here and suggest that The Magnus Institute will not be a completely unrelated, coincidentally named organization; that it will still be founded by Jonah Magnus to research the Fears and learn how to exploit their power for his own gain. That the Institute, in this reality, falls in 1999 is less interesting to me than the Institute's location. Is Manchester the capital in this reality -- the metropolis where a grand prison would be needed? That seems like such a big historical difference that the Butterfly Effect would likely leave us with no Jonah Magnus at all. Or did Smirke build something else in Manchester, which Jonah used for his own purposes? Or did Jonah attempt a wholly different ritual and therefore end up with a wholly different seat of power? Or was there never a seat of power in the first place, leaving Jonah to select real estate based on its cost-effectiveness and charming views?

Or is this Spider-Verse logic? Is there no specific sequence of events that led to this difference?

I'm pondering this, of course, because I'm creating my own other-reality for a fic. And God forbid my multiverse work differently from the canon multiverse.

Personally, I'm inclined toward the branching model, because I find it fascinating to consider how one difference could change the world. In the case of my fic -- what if the Web hadn't chosen Jon? What if it hadn't steered someone from childhood to become the Archivist its plan required; or was working on somebody, and then, oops, they tripped and fell down an open manhole, and somebody not groomed for its purposes succeeded Gertrude Robinson?

And that, of course, poses another question: Does the Web always succeed? Or did we simply hear the story of (the?) one time that it did? Are there other realities where it never gets its escape -- where it never learns of the gap, where it cannot widen the gap enough, where it cannot get the right people in the right places to make use of the gap? The Web is flexible, but is it infallible? It seems to think it can reliably make it work, over and over again, because isn't that the plan? Getting all the fear it can from one reality and then hopping to the next?

One more multiverse question: time travel??? The Web's plan would seem to require it. If it must jump laterally in time ... well, the End still wins. If the Web can go back, though, and arrive right when its fear supply comes online -- whenever hominids become smart enough to devise plans and fear the plans of others -- then it can do this over and over and over again, perhaps infinitely, and live forever. Anya Villette does seem to go back a few weeks when she goes through the gap. Could be the realities use different calendar systems (another possible red herring), but that has historical implications that make me think they'd be much further apart when she sees them both. Again, assuming a branching multiverse model.

(I'm in favor of time travel because it's extremely funny to imagine Annabelle, having followed her Web to its reality of choice, landing in an encampment of Denisovans or something.)

Now I'm wondering if "widening the gap" was about expanding its range. Eowa went to a reality almost identical to his own; Anya went to a reality that's still extremely similar; TMP may give us a reality that's a little further still; and the Web clearly wants access to drastically different realities.

May send Jonny an ask about this, for him to hold onto for a rainy day when he feels like teasing us with TMP hints.

#tma #the magnus archives #multiverse #the magnus protocol

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themculibrary · 1 month

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Pepper/Rhodey/Tony Masterlist

all i want is to be your harbor (ao3) - starkly G, 1k

Summary: Rhodey and Pepper both had a bad day, so Tony does his best to turn it around for them with a date night in.

Alphas Initiative (ao3) - YukiRiikus_Reading_Room peggy/bucky, clint/steve, steve/bucky, pepper/rhodey/tony E, 10k

Summary: Steve's had a crush on the most popular Alpha at his university for as long as he can remember. But when Clint starts paying attention to him, Steve can't help but wonder if it's really love, or if it's just because he's an unknotted Omega...

Dates, Lies, and a Trip to Rome (ao3) - misura T, 3k

Summary: In which Tony thinks it would be a great idea to get Pepper and Rhodey to date. Except for the part where he thinks it's actually a terrible idea.

Do You Know What Today Is? (ao3) - Not Applicable (not_applicable) E, 3k

Summary: or, 5 Times The Avengers Thought Tony Or Pepper Was Cheating With Rhodey, and 1 Time When Steve Got It Right.

Tony seems none-the-wiser to all the flirting between his girlfriend and his best friend. Or at least that's what the team thinks.

each pond with its blazing lilies (ao3) - Tieleen G, 2k

Summary: Pepper coughs and sits up, raises an absent hand to brush at her cheek where she may well now have a paragraph of legalese stamped backwards in transferred ink. "Morning, JARVIS," she says. "I'm sorry, my alarm usually sounds a little different."

finders, keepers (ao3) - starkly G, 1k

Summary: The problem with dating two people instead of one is that you have to deal with twice the amount of clothes being stolen.

national treasure (ao3) - imposterhuman G, 1k

Summary: “I’m pretty sure we were supposed to go left there,” Pepper said with her nose buried in the map, which Tony was fairly certain she was holding upside down.

Rhodey grunted where he was clearing their path of spiderwebs and other icky things (Tony and Pepper had both screamed loud enough to wake the dead the first time they’d walked into a massive spider web, so Rhodey had been unanimously elected the clearer of paths. Funnily enough, he had not gotten a vote). “The GPS says to go straight.”

“Why, exactly, do we have both a GPS and a paper map?” Tony asked, as if either of his partners were going to answer him. “The map is over a century old, right? And what did you set the GPS to to find hidden treasure that exists only in stories? Does no one else see the problem here? And we were supposed to go right.”

Recovery (ao3) - Jaune_Chat E, 41k

Summary: After Tony is forcibly turned into an omega, he has to discover who he is now, who he can trust, and how to learn to live with his pack.

Recovery Protocol (ao3) - westiec M, 1k

Summary: “In my defense,” Tony says tiredly, “I did warn you both this could happen.”

“When you said metabolizing Extremis would involve ‘hormonal fluctuation, volatile emotions, and intense cravings,’ I didn’t realize you meant…” Pepper trails off, gesturing with hands that are only slightly glowing at the fingertips at the three of them sprawled across the mess of the oversized bed.

Dealing with the Extremis in Pepper's system comes with some interesting side effects, but a little stay-cation might be just what she, Rhodey, and Tony need.

second honeymoon (ao3) - starkly G, 1k

Summary: “We’re never too old to enjoy ourselves,” Tony says. “Hence the second honeymoon.”

“I think it’s just called an anniversary,” Rhodey replies, though he smiles at last, setting his hands on Tony’s hips.

“Nope, second honeymoon. Because you weren’t there for our first one.”

Sudden and Silent in its Arrival (ao3) - PheonixFalls E, 24k

Summary: 22 1/2 hours of drive time, 1,461 miles of increasingly icy roads, and Los Angeles still isn't far enough back in Pepper's rearview mirror. But when her car breaks down just over the South Dakota state line, she meets a pair of men who give her a reason to stop running.

tony has a type (ao3) - graveltotempo N/R, 3k

Summary: In a universe in which James Rhodes is Iron Man and Tony Stark is his mostly stay at home husband (and Pepper Potts' trophy boyfriend), Tony finds out that Rhodey's team includes a hot tall blonde and a short handsome genius.

So he does the most obvious thing a petty and bitchy househusband such as himself would do.

He throws a dinner party.

we wished upon parallel lines (ao3) - sabinelagrande T, 1k

Summary: There's something always missing, something that can't be found.

What Good Is The Moonlight (ao3) - circ_bamboo M, 7k

Summary: On his thirteenth birthday, Tony Stark wakes up with a name on his chest and a name on his shoulder.

Fortunately, so do Rhodey and Pepper.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #pepper potts #james rhodes #tony stark #f/m/m #polyamory

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pbandjesse · 4 months

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I had a pretty good day despite still feeling down. I am for sure getting used to the noises of this neighborhood. The ebbs and flows. But that did not stop me from being absolutely startled awake this morning. I had woken up around 6 because my nose was really dry. I opened the window to get some air and went back to sleep.

I was startled awake by someone knocking on someone else's door outside. Scared me so bad because I couldn't tell if it was our door being knocked on. I am not sure what that sounds like yet. But it was not our door. And I would calm down.

I got cleaned up and dressed. I was still coughing and felt kind of terrible. But I thought eating might make me feel better.

I had more luck creating an omelette today. And it was good. I spent some time moving some things around. I hung up a little hook for James to put their wedding rings while they cook. And and I worked in our bedroom putting little hooks on the wall for my necklaces. I used a piece of blue tape and it came out super straight and I'm very proud of myself.

I have not don't any of my knitting this month so I sat for an hour and a half cutting the yarn and tying it all together. I was sitting in bed with sweetp and just working on my loom and listening to a spooky story podcast and watching the world out the window. I saw someone chase their puppy and slip in the rain. There are a lot of dogs in this neighborhood. I was coughing hard enough that someone walking past looked up and we may have made eye co tact but I'm not sure he could actually see me. But I did my knitting and it felt nice seeing it come together. Though this second type of yarn I got absolutely sucks and sheds like crazy. Will not buy again.

Once I was done knitting I decided to start tackling the basement. But I needed to go to Home Depot first.

I grabbed my stuff and drove the 15 minutes down the road. This was a very messy Home Depot. Carts and carts of stuff everywhere. But the staff I spoke to was kind. I had some trouble finding things. I wanted to look at shutters but apparently you can't buy them basically anywhere which is insane. But I was able to be directed to the wire racks and a staff member even gave me a cart. I decided to get two for now but I will probably get two more. They were a little more expensive then I was hoping but it's fine.

It was starting to rain as I headed home. I was able to get the same parking spot which was cool. Right outside the door. I brought the boxes in and felt a little dizzy. This has been the second most annoying thing. How dizzy I keep getting. How winded. But I try and power through. Sipping water helps.

Sweetp desperately wants to be in the basement. And I decided today to let him explore and maybe he'll get it out of his system. What he did get was absolutely covered in spider webs but he seemed so happy. Later he would become covered in red dust. Its funny hearing him walking on the duct work.

I would struggle to build the wire shelves. The first one just was not working but once I sat down and tried again I figured out what I had done wrong and then both of them came together easy. For now one shelf is all the camping and summer gear. And the other is all holiday stuff. It's not perfect but it was a start. I also got eveything down from the landing and used the cubby shelf to organize James bike stuff. And moved all the fans and heaters and suitcases to under the stairs. And then I moved one of the tables to the basement and it really just felt like it was coming together so well. I'm really pleased.

This took a few hours though. Around 230 my back hurt a lot and I needed a break. I warmed up my chipotle from yesterday and made it into a burrito. I was sitting in the kitchen eating and watching TikToks when I saw a video of someone watching the last song from Hamilton and I started sobbing?? Just absolutely broke down. I needed to go lay down.

So that is what I did. I got in bed with sweetp and fell asleep.

James's smartwatch, which was on the windowsill, picked up the music they were listening to when they came upstairs and scared me awake again. I was not feeling amazing but I was really happy to see them. They said whenever I was ready we could head to the apartment.

I needed a minute to shake off my sleepies. Drink a bunch of water. But then I was ready.

We drove over there and got right to work. I was really happy to see my fish Ari was doing great. His eye is all better. I also got to see Omelet. I got everyone some new water and some food. Ari even let me give him a little pet. I'm so glad he's doing better.

We brought three boxes with us so I just started picking up any odds and ends I could find and I think we did an excellent job. James finished taking things off the walls. And went to go do our laundry while I collected trash and swept. We would fill three boxes with stuff. And the. Took all the curtains down. And we used all the totesbags we brought to collect our books. Still more books to collect but we had no more bags.

We were there for a while. Once the clothes were done we loaded up the car. Mostly James did. I completely ran out of steam and needed to sit down. So I wanted in the car until James grabbed the last few things we could fit with the clean clothes. And we headed to get dinner.

When I was at Home Depot earlier I saw there was a diner across the street so we went there. Turns out it was on diner drive ins and dives. Neat. And it is like one of those amazing chrome diners. Those are always my favorite ones. The staff was really nice. And the food was good. We were sort of watching the super bowl on the TV. James spoke Spanish with the staff. It was a nice stop.

I was exhausted though and very happy to go home. James told me to go keep Sweetp in our room and they would bring everything inside. And once they did I moved the rugs we brought over to the rooms they will probably stay in. They are shockingly dirty though. They feel bad under my feet. I will have to see about getting a carpet cleaner soon. Because gross.

But it's so nice seeing the house slowly coming together. Like seeing the apartment so empty hurts my heart a little. It feels so bittersweet. But the house is already filled with so much love and it's just so great.

I would take a quick shower. And do my drawing of the day. And now I am in bed trying to not cough my brains out. I am really tired.

Tomorrow James is going to go for a long bike and I hope to do some more putting away. We might make some more runs from the apartment. I also just hope it's a good day.

Sleep well everyone. I love you all. Goodnight!

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themeaningofitall · 10 months

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08/13/2023

Today marks six weeks since I left home, and also six weeks since I have sat down behind this computer and written. This has certainly not been due to a lack of ideas, considering there have been plenty of moments that I have thought of writing about. Although the trip has hardly been packed with excitement, there have been a number of exciting days and moments. Further, for multiple reasons, this trip will be memorable, so I’d like to record it and remember it well.

First to be discussed was my trip. This was actually fairly uneventful. In total, I drove for about 19 hours over the course of two days, which made it completely manageable. The drive itself was also about as pleasant as a 19 hour drive can be, as I crossed through a number of small towns, Native American Reservations, old route 66, and plenty of dessert to get to my destination; I even saw a (relatively small) wildfire on my way in. Upon arrival I was greeted by my host, a kind older German woman named Christine, and we drove together to her farm.

My first night here was certainly not what I was used to back home, but it was far from anything uncomfortable. We first walked around the property, where she showed me all her various plants, trees, and adobe structures she’s built previously. She then showed me to a camper on the corner of the farm where I would be staying for the time being, I set a couple of bags in there, and we headed inside to talk. That first evening was spent primarily getting to know each other; we told a few stories, had a bite to eat, and even cracked open an IPA. Afterwards, she gave me a quick lecture, which I have still not forgotten, about the potential dangers from wildlife. There are mountain lions and bobcats in the area, and we occasionally see coyotes in the property, but neither pose any real threat to people. There are also snakes and scorpions which are much more worrisome, although most species are not venomous. Finally, there are spiders, which are the worst of all. Only two species of spider here are venomous, Black Widows and Brown Recluses, but all species are deserving of death and extinction. After that, I returned to my camper and spent my first night in this new state.

My first few days here were also quite uneventful. Though there is much work to be done on this farm, Christine was very accommodating and wanted me to work on the sorts of things which interested me the most. So, after a few days of getting to know her, the property, and the type of work to be done, we decided to build a shed out of lumber and a cob-lime mix. Unfortunately, we did very limited work towards this during the first month or so of my stay, as I made the super tactical move of arriving just as the heat wave was commencing. Not deterred, we found random small tasks to do inside the house and the garage, or else we’d work a few hours in the morning and evening. This went on for nearly a month, but it has passed, and I seriously doubt we’ll see that sort of heat again until next summer. And once this heat wave did pass, work on the shed went by much faster. We are now almost done framing the entire thing, and will soon commence the adobe work. I’m excited to see this project advance, and though I will probably not see it completed, it will definitely be rewarding to see my work add up to something substantial and useful. I’ll also do my best to share some before and after pictures in case anyone is interested.

There is one night which I feel I must mention. It was my fifth or sixth night here, work had been finished for the day, and I headed inside to shower; so far, so good. I first went inside the camper to grab a few things, and, by pure coincidence, I happened to see a black spider sitting on its web near one of my bags. Reluctantly, I killed it and headed for my awaiting shower. Once there, I turned the light on, as one does, and I noticed what is without a shadow of a doubt one of the biggest spiders I’ve ever seen outside of a glass cage. Once more, I summoned every ounce of willpower I could muster and blasted the creature with a sandal slap powerful enough to kill a god. Having finished the deed, I finally step in to take my well deserved shower and notice something move at my feet. I then crouched down to take a closer look, and lo and behold it’s a bloody scorpion. Yes, it was very small, but at this point I hardly cared anymore. I finished my shower, grabbed a bug bomb from the garage, and set it off inside the camper, as that seemed the only way, short of a bottle of whiskey, that I could reasonably fall asleep without much worry. This worked out fine for about two more weeks, until it inevitably happened again. I walked into the camper, late at night, and with only my phone flashlight to see. As I’m getting ready for bed, I reached for a lamp sitting behind my pillow, and as I did so my hand went straight through a spider web, disturbing the very much alive spider sleeping there. The fiend touched my hand, causing a nearly incalculable acceleration backwards. It was then, in this moment of fear and hesitation that I realized a fundamental, unwavering truth about myself. That is, that there exists no confined space big enough for myself and a live, roaming spider; in each such case, at least one of us must die. As I stood there, panting and furiously waving my flashlight around, I was overcome with a murderous rage that would have made Hannibal seem tame by comparison. I searched for a weapon, then for my adversary, I spoke some words which should not be typed, and I sent him to the shadow realm. Henceforth, any spider I see will be assumed to be a comrade of the one who ambushed my sleeping quarters, and be treated accordingly. After that little incident, I set up my tent just outside the camper, and I continue sleeping there to this day.

I would also like to mention the few people I’ve met during my time here. This will be quick as there are only three. First was Penny. She’s one of Christine’s friends, a retired single woman who lives by herself on a nearby lot. I don’t have much to say about her, other than she is kind, laid back, and likes to smoke weed. In fact, the third sentence I heard her say, after greeting Christine and I, was “I’m hella stoned.” Then there is Jason. Also one of Christine’s friends and a retired carpenter. He was here to share some advice with us on building the shed, and stayed for a beer afterwards. We had a nice conversation where he shared some of his stories, and I some of mine. Ultimately, he came off as someone who was content with life, quite intelligent, respectful, and even funny at times. Finally, there was Melinda. She was also a volunteer who joined us for about three weeks. She was an interesting personality to be around; Prone to random fits of laughter, impulsivity, some rather unsafe working methods, nonsensical occurrences, and believing most of what she heard provided the person saying it claimed to know what they were talking about. Despite that, she was most often fun to be around and we even made the time to go on two outings to the lake.

Initially I, of course, had some doubts about whether leaving my house, my job, family, etc. for a volunteer program was a good idea, but I can now say with confidence that it was. It is generally fun or entertaining, I’m learning much, and I have not been this stress free in quite some time. I truly did not realize just how simple and easy it could be to change my life so drastically for the better. If anything, I feel a bit disappointed that I have not taken more advantage of my new opportunities. The change in setting gave me the opportunities to focus more on my health, both physical and mental, on my formal studies, and on my personal studies and writing projects, yet I have worked very little towards any of those. I am making some progress though, however slight; it’s taken a few weeks, and will presumably take even longer, to shake some of my bad habits.

Like I mentioned earlier, I have been meaning to write for weeks, but have put it off each time for one reason or another. The catalyst that finally made me decide to sit down and type was a simple dinnertime exchange. Christine and I had cooked our dinner quite a bit late into the night, both of us were tired, and neither of us fully sober. So, as one can imagine, we burnt some portions a good deal. We talked as we absentmindedly ate, when she turned to me and said “This is a good meal!” “Yes, it is.” I agreed, without actually thinking about it. I then thought about it for a moment and realized I hadn’t lied, it actually was a good meal. To be sure, it was far from the best, but I most certainly enjoyed cooking and eating with a friend; years have passed since the last time I did so.

It’s now Monday morning. I felt too tired to finish writing last night and instead laid in my tent for a while before sleeping, listening to music, and gazing at the stars with absolutely no stress in mind. This morning I awoke just as the sun began to peer over the mountains, resumed my music, had a smoke, and watched the quail babies run behind their parents. Thus begins another good day.

-Rose

P.S. This is rocket.

#journal #diary #life #my writing #rosereflects

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How To Tame A Sorcerer (57)

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Mahito whistles to himself as he makes his way around the many twists and turns of this old building. It looks as though once upon a time it was full of people, but now it's a nest of spiderwebs and dust. Surprisingly, no curses seem to be in the area. The place should be festering with them.

"Your tune is off-key," Naraku grumbles from his makeshift throne of bones and wood. An interesting combination. Personally, Mahito would just turn a human into a chair instead of going through the effort to construct one. The scent of metallic, a scent that he knows all too well, wraps around him in what the humans call a lover's embrace. It looks as though Naraku has at least been keeping himself entertained.

"What's with the sour face? Today's the day." He tosses the bag of food that he stole and leans against the wall with the least amount of dust. "I can't stay too long, or Geto might get suspicious. You know he's the jealous type." Geto really isn't the type. In fact, he could care less what Mahito gets up to as long as it does not jeopardize the plan. Maybe it is the human nature in him, the ugly side that wants to see two people fighting for his loyalty.

Naraku snorts and munches on the onigiri. "The half-breeds are under the station." Red eyes, the color of the blood spilling from the human rug, glitter with an emotion that puts Mahito on edge. Dealing with Naraku is tricky. He isn't as forward as Jogo, nor does he try to placate you with sweet words like Geto. He's just... an enigma. And for whatever reason, something deep within him wants to be near the spider demon. Recognition? No, why would he need to be recognized by anyone? Nevertheless, he makes these trips, bringing Naraku food that he could easily procure himself in the hopes of something. He gnaws on his cheek. Addiction? He's done his best not to take on too much of Naraku's demonic energy. Though he has snuck some of the drugs, Jogo smokes here and there.

"Oh? You won't be joining us? I was looking forward to seeing you go all out. I could change you into a full demon, too." His fingers twitch at the thought of peering into Naraku's soul. What sort of bastardly things would he find?

"Run along to your master," Naraku says, his voice low. The threat hangs between them as fragile as the spider webs in the corner. With one more jab, one more poke, he's sure that the thread will break and he'll be left to fend for himself. Not that the fight scares him, but there's no fear in the way Naraku's eyes sweep over his form as though he is nothing but a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things. Geto isn't his master, though Naraku insists he is.

He is a special grade – a disaster curse. He has and serves no master.

"Fine. Miss out on the fun." Mahito gives a half-hearted wave as he navigates his way back to the entrance. He stops at the sight of Jogo outside the building. Perhaps he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was if Jogo could get the jump on him. Now, Hanami blends in like air, or should he say like the nature around them?

"Come on before Geto gets back," Jogo grunts out.

"Aw, did ya miss me?" he coos, patting Jogo's head.

"You should know better than to play with fire," Jogo replies, blowing a puff of stream on his hand. Mahito pulls his hand back and frowns at the burn.

Rude. The burn stings just a bit before healing just as quickly as the pain set in.

"Naraku is only focused on that Kagome." If it were up to him, then he would go after Kagome too, if only to fuck with Gojo Satoru. He may not be a match for the sorcerer physically, but the pain he could cause him emotionally is almost too much to give up. Not to mention, she burned him the last time they crossed paths. She needs to be extinguished. Snuff her out like the pesky bug that she is.

"And Geto wanted him out of the way for a reason. Going after Kagome means going after Gojo," Jogo replies, walking along the unused sidewalks. Grass, weeds, and flowers play peek-a-boo in the cracks. He once saw a mother play that game with her child before he decided to use them as a new soccer ball. Turns out, Jogo wasn't too fond of being kicked around.

"Shouldn't we go after her, too?"

Jogo stops and tilts his head. "After. Once Gojo is locked away, there isn't anything we won't be able to do."

Mahito perks up. A wide smile breaks across his face. "You're going to help me?" Giddiness blossoms in his chest at how he'll rip her limb from limb. Maybe he'll kill her in front of Yuji or offer her up to Sukuna. So many different ways to kill a human.

"Who else would burn her arms off for you?"

Mahito bends and picks Jogo up like a child, pressing their cheeks together. This is going to be so much fun.

Weeping echoes along the corridor, though the sound of people above and the trains drowns out the pitiful sounds. Mahito hums as he digs his hands deep down into the half-demon's soul. It doesn't really matter to him that these demons are weak. Naraku must have felt it was best that way. Easy to manipulate, he muses.

"Still planning on using them?" Geto asks, coming from around the corner. His presence puts Mahito on edge, though it shouldn't. Geto is for the all-intents purposes as much of a friend as he'll experience.

"Why let some perfectly good bodies go to waste?" He grins as the half - now full demon snarls and thrashes against the chains. The wall shakes and he thinks, perhaps it would be best to get to work on the others. He would hate to meet his end before the fun begins. "Almost ready with preparations?" Mahito closes his eyes in bliss as the scream is ripped from the demon's throat. This one has small wings on her back like a bat. Maybe he should try giving one of the humans some wings just to see if they could actually use them.

"The party will start soon." Geto appraises the snarling demon with the dull red hair but sharp claws with interest. "Did you corrupt their minds, too?"

"Didn't have to. Their souls can't take the change, so they go crazy." At least that's how Naraku explained it to him. Blood lust.

Stop thinking about him, he chastises himself. Naraku made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't be showing up. Not that he blames the guy. Geto did set a trap for him.

"Think that priestess will show up?" He asks, changing the subject. He really hopes that she does so he can torture her in front of Gojo while he's being locked away.

"No." Geto moves away from the demon and stares off into the distance, going further into himself, where Mahito can't hope to reach him. It's the way he guards himself that puts Mahito on edge. The closer they've gotten to today, the more withdrawn Geto has become. Often staring out and not snapping out of it until someone has shouted his name many times.

Can they still count on him to see the plan through?

There's a sudden burst of screams, followed by a loud explosion. The floor beneath them rocks and in the confusion, the red-haired demon gets loose. Mahito sighs, as the demon makes a getaway before he could release all of them in a flashier manner.

"That would be our cue," Geto says, with a small, serene smile on his face. Geto turns, looks over his shoulder, and narrows his eyes. Mahito chills at the look. Geto has never looked at him like that before. "Try not to spend too much more energy on them," Geto says after a moment and flashes a smile before leaving.

The crushing of where his heart would be goes slack and Mahito takes in breaths that he didn't know he needed. The human side of him, he thinks. Humans suck in large amounts of oxygen when they are scared. He rolls his shoulders back and shakes off the fear. That glare wasn't for him, but for the demons that are admittedly taking more out of him than he thought they would.

He lets them all go and takes a moment to collect himself. Truth be told, he hasn't been the same since that damn woman hit him with her purification, or whatever the hell it is called. Mahito strains his ears. Ah, he can hear the whimpers and unanswered prayers from here. As a curse, he's never been the praying type, but today is a special day, so decides why not?

"Please let that wretched Kagome show up today so I can pluck her eyeballs from her skull. Rip her limbs apart as Gojo watches helplessly. And, oh let me take that power for myself. The destruction that I could cause with that power." He claps his hands together.

It's showtime.

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The Strand

A scientist and a poet make strange discoveries beyond the sea.

Day One

I did not come to Ballymore Strand for her. I came for the Nautilus Bloom.

I am a scientist. She is a poet. However romantic that sounds on paper, we’ve proven it isn’t romantic at all. Whatever was between us is over now — except the public collaboration, of course, for the funding.

The poet has spent half of hers already. On watercolors. I have never seen her pick up a brush in my life. But she has a rather florid style. Maybe it will translate.

She calls herself a “student of the shore.” She is here to write poems. I am here to make discoveries.

I will prove the Nautilus Bloom moss in fact exists here, in fact it thrives, in fact it heals — and she will write a little ditty about it.

The things papers wish to print. The hoops men of science must jump through.

We arrived at the seaside this morning. It is beautiful and cruel. The waves are music to me — the sound of work. The air tastes of salt and sunrise. Even now, in early evening — rays of day streak the sky.

The poet may have influenced me some.

She stays up at the Strandhill Inn. I am safely tucked into The Ballymore. Work begins tomorrow. Work, and only work.

My wife never knew. And now there is nothing to know. I have told Rosemary not to worry. I am a scientist. And a man of my word.

Day Two

Stormed all night and day. Then into night again.

She came to me with wine. A toast. “A rolling stone gathers no moss, and neither it seems, can we.”

I’m sure she practiced it.

Anyway. At least that temptation is out of the way now.

Now I can focus. No more of her.

I know tomorrow the sun will shine.

Day Three

Took driftwood samples today. All of it, smooth as bone.

Every piece bobs at high and low tide along the shore, tethered to something beneath the water by pale, silvery strands. The threads are thin as a spider’s web. They smell of salt and burnt sugar.

I cut one with my pocket knife. It bled an impossibly thin sliver of jelly that sparkled when it dropped into the sea. The released fiber swirled into a delicate rosette. I reached out to touch it, and it disappeared.

Patel was right — these conditions are best for it.

And I am right — the moss responds negatively to human touch.

I must find a way to keep the bloom. To put it to work healing something more significant than wood.

Day Five

She tells me the waves are her lullaby. And that her poems are “coming along.”

I ask her to show me some of them over dinner. She says they are not ready to share yet, and is hurt when I scoff.

She says her work is like mine — “iterative.” I don’t know why it irks me to hear it. I tell her, my work is work and hers is play.

“Play is as important,” she says. She means it. I wonder if that’s what it is for her, all day and night. Playing.

“It’s discovery of a different type,” she says — choosing to ignore my “pouting,” as she calls it. She raises her eyebrow as if to say, “I am teaching you something, and you love me for it.”

But I do not love her.

“It’s what the paper likes to print,” I smile. I don’t want to fight with her tonight. I want to get back to my notes. I want to harness the bloom. Make medicine out of it. Make history.

“What would this world be without those who would study the sea, and those who would love it for its mystery?” she asks.

“Are you asking me or are you drafting, darling?” My voice is dry as toast.

She loves this about me, I know — my wit. My cruelty.

That night, I walk her to the hotel.

We make love furiously behind it.

It is always this way with us — stealing time. Even when not a soul is around to charge us with the crime.

I must stop. I will stop.

Why doesn’t she?

Day Seven

Some women have a way of staring at you when they want you. A way they think is hidden, and is not.

The poet does this.

She wanted to show me something at dinner tonight — a small rosette, no bigger than the pen-tip she carried it on, pulsing like a faint heartbeat.

A Nautilus Bloom.

She slid the bloom from her pen-tip to her fingertip. Then she angled her finger, and let the rosette slip into her palm. She opened my hand with hers, then tipped the bloom into my open palm.

It evaporated on contact. As if my hand were a poison, and so unlike her own.

She had the nerve to ask me, “Is this what you’re always searching for? Something you love but cannot keep?”

I left the stupid cow to pay her own bill.

I spent the rest of my night hunting blooms in the moonlight.

I only saw three.

All of them recoiled at my touch.

Now my legs are chapped from the sea. But my heart is stout.

I will get my name on that damned moss if it kills me.

Day Ten

The sun is harsh today.

I have sent for Patel.

I cannot stand sharing discoveries with this poet. I need a brilliant scientific mind to approach this with me. Not an artist who doesn’t know what she’s playing with.

I have asked him to bring along the Roberts Notebooks on the Nautilus Bloom, from the Old Age. To read them hurts my eyes, but I need to.

There has to be something we can use in them. Something I’m missing while I’m out here, distracted by her.

Patel and I will get somewhere.

And then I can get away from her.

Day Fourteen

Rained again.

Patel is delayed. His train makes the crossing tomorrow.

The poet and I pass the time.

Why do I do this? Surely in the city affairs can be more pleasant than this.

She is in love and I am not. I know this. She knows this.

She weeps after, every time, at what she and I both know will not change.

Still, she comes to me.

I do not go to her.

But I never have to wait long.

Day Seventeen

I have not seen the bloom in days. But the poet has. Damn her.

Patel came with the books. I found him at the restaurant downstairs, poring over them with her.

The way he moons over her. Is he aware he’s half her age? Is she?

Obscene.

If she is trying to make me jealous she should consider herself instead. Patel is a young man. Marriage is not on his mind. And she grows older every day.

I sent Patel home. Blamed the rain — didn’t want him stuck up here on the coast in bad weather. Take him from his studies, etc.

I will learn the secrets of the bloom myself, not with the help of a lovesick college boy.

Day Twenty

I went walking tonight. I wanted to clear my head. Process my reading. To take the air and, really – to be away from her.

I must remember Rosemary and the children. I must remember myself and my place, and forget for one moment the taste of her.

The curl of her hand around her pen. The shape of her, walking the beach, waiting for me to join her, in the nights after my study.

All of this has to stop.

I was going to tell her so in the morning, after a night of pious and reformed sleep.

But then she was outside The Ballymore.

It was dark, but for the moon. It was very late, since there was moon at all, and not the infernal northern near-midnight sun.

She is a plain girl some nights. Not tonight.

She had climbed down into the tide, using the small stone steps The Ballymore had lain in the sea. She looked like a creature risen from the water. Skirts wet against her legs. Surf crashing against her.

She looked like a god.

I went to her. She touched my arm. I kissed her, and pulled her hair.

Oh, how she undoes me.

We undid each other, there, in the water.

After, she asked me if I would leave her — Rosemary.

Again, I said no.

She made a terrible sound, something between a laugh and a cry. She fled, but tripped going up the stone steps. She can be so graceless when she’s upset.

She fell and cried out. I went to her again, but she jerked away — she had cut herself on the stone step.

Blood shone, almost green, in the dark. I reached for her.

“Don’t,” she spat. No love in her voice now.

I was wrong to ever begin with her.

These spinsters can’t be happy with anything they get.

Day Twenty-One

I have avoided her all day, and been rewarded for my effort.

I saw another bloom. It disappeared again at my touch — but then I saw a small thrall of blooms working on a piece of wood. Many little rosettes lined a seam, weaving it back together.

I could not shake the sense that the moss was letting me watch it work. Letting me observe the healing. Urging me on my quest.

We are in league, the moss and I.

I feel renewed.

Day Twenty-Three

She was in the water again tonight.

I wasn’t going to her — I was going to the blooms.

I wanted to see if, in moonlight, I could trap one.

Instead, she trapped me.

We were voracious.

The things she makes me feel…

The sense she makes me lose.

After, she pulled me close again. Her eyes were bright, and she kissed me hard. Filling my nose with salt spray and burnt sugar scent.

She pulled my hair, pressed against me harder — not kissing. Taking. Sucking life. I jerked away from her. I thought we would drown.

“We already have,” she said. Her voice was not her own. It was bolder. Strong.

I hastened to leave her, and cut myself on the same stone she had.

She stayed in the water, laughing.

I could still hear her after I was safe inside the hotel.

Day Twenty-Four

Damn woman. I have not done work today. I have not left the room.

I am ill.

But the strangest thing — the wound has healed.

Day Twenty-Seven

She will not come out of the water.

I do not know if she will not, or she cannot. I do not care.

Still, I watch her from my window.

I feel better now.

But where my wound was, something grows. Under the skin.

I think I see something moving inside me — but perhaps my eyes are playing tricks.

Perhaps I should send for Patel.

I feel strange.

The sound of waves crashing never stops.

The poet is wrong — the sound doesn’t lull me.

It beckons.

Day Twenty-Eight

I went to her again.

I cannot stop. Neither can she.

She is tethered to the shore now. She is tethered to the sea.

She is woven into it, with the same silvery threads as the bobbing driftwood.

But she is alive, and the driftwood is not.

It is a dead witness to better work wrought. The lace of life.

I was right, after all.

I have measured the strands.

They are of her flesh, and of the sea. Thin as seaweed. Fine as silk.

She is covered in small, silvery rosettes.

I do not try to cut the strands — and they do not recoil from me.

The blooms do not reject my touch.

Neither does she.

She kisses me — but she does not speak.

I think she will if I swim with her. If I stand with her.

If I stay with her — whatever she is.

Was she always this beautiful?

#larissa zageris #short story #coastal #horror romance #weird horror #coastal core #sci fi horror

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