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[itsmiguel2099]

W̸H̸A̸T̸ ̸T̴H̸E̵ ̵S̴H̴O̸C̴K̸ ̶A̴M̷ ̷I̶ ̸L̵O̸O̶K̴I̶N̴G̴ ̶A̸T̵ ̵

MY EYES

-slams computer screen shut.-

#into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider person #rp blog #ok to interact

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

Marc Spector is chilling rn

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #moonknight #ok to interact #ok to reply

[lorinislove]

Glowing ✨🍄🌞

#me #girls with tattoos #pretty #tattoos #tumblr girls #loyalfans #manifesting #manifestion money #18+ only #self love #beautiful #ok to interact

[yanderemommabean]

Alphas who are pussy addicted. They have to be muzzled when walking downtown with their mate to prevent them from just hitting their knees and stealing a taste. Alphas who steal stale and dirty underwear just to wetly suck their mates' taste from the fabric while lazily stroking their cocks, whimpering because they want it from the source but are so desperate this is all they can get. 

Alphas who go into such a puppy mode when they can finally, finally get their mouth on their mate (it's been hours and that feels like days!) and just bury their face as close as they can, inhaling their scent, groaning deep in satisfaction and relief, growling in irritation when their mate tries to leave (even if just trying to get more comfortable!) 

Alphas who suck, slurp, drink and gulp down everything their mate has to give them, knotting in their own underwear and staining the cloth with load after load of cum, face covered in slick and spit, but they cannot get enough, needing to get their tongue inside as deep as possible or to suck on their mates cock / clit like it's their only life line, sounding like an animal and uncaring how much their partner aches and begs for a break. They need this! They have to have this! It’s not their fault their mate is amazing and makes them crazy! 

Just some good omegaverse ramblings <3 

-Mommabean (Please tell me your thoughts!)

#mommabean #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere smut #yandere omegaverse #yandere alphas #yandere lemons #ok to add on #ok to reblog #ok to say stuff #ok to interact

[pbscore]

If a person doesn’t have a single post about freeing Palestine or any posts directly from Palestinian people about their own culture/history and/or they refuse to acknowledge or even use the word ‘genocide’ for what’s happening right now…that person is most likely going to be a Zionist.

This ain’t even a joke y’all and this isn’t about ‘witch hunting’ people either. A LOT of Zionists/soft Zionists (people who do the ‘both sides’ bs) have the same theme to them:

They’ll constantly boost posts only about antisemitism (which on the surface, is valid to talk about at any time) but there will be NO posts about aiding Palestinians, no posts from Palestinian bloggers, news outlets, journalists on the ground, videos of the devastation happening, etc. They’ll hyperfocus ONLY on antisemitism, which can range from posting about an armed antisemite walking around outside of a synagogue (clearly bad) to getting mad at anti-Zionists and Palestinian people in general, validly criticizing Israel’s genocidal policies (literally, bare minimum human decency).

Far too many popular ‘liberal/leftie’ blogs here on tumblr have already unmasked themselves as softcore colonialists just because they need to center themselves in a situation that isn’t about them, specifically and are easily giving ammo to white nationalists against Muslims and Arabic people worldwide.

Listen, I know people want to highlight the importance of how dangerous antisemitism and islamophobia are for Jewish and Muslim people right now and it is paramount that more people can clock it when it happens or try to prevent it from happening.

However…A LOT of liberal/leftie Zionists who act like they’re doing that by speaking on behalf of the current peoples being murdered without actively engaging with or sharing ANY media or material created by Palestinian, Lebanese, or any other peoples that Israel is attacking (especially if that media does not portray Israel in a good light) are not actually dedicated to decolonization or anti-imperialist activism. Period.

And one last point I want to make:

Zionism is not synonymous with Judaism. They are not the same thing and Jewish people have a much longer history within anti-Zionist activism than a LOT of liberal/leftie Zionists think. Some of them are fully aware of it and just want to use Judaism as a shield against any criticisms targeting Israel’s inherently colonialist history of the past 70+ years. That isn’t fair to Jewish people who are and have been constantly protesting against Israel’s occupation of Palestine nor is it fair to any of the people in Palestine and Lebanon and Egypt who have been and currently are dealing with the impact of the occupation’s wrath.

#pbscore #if you clown on this post I will block your ass #free palestine #anti zionisim #anti imperialism #antisemitism #islamophobia #ok to interact #but be respectful

[wynonnahyde]

The saloon was lively, most if not everyone dancing, drinking, or socializing. Two younger people had recently been wed, so naturally, it was time to celebrate the new couple. Wynonna sat at the end of the bar, smiling as she watched everyone dance around, a smile on her lips. It had been a little, at least in her time, about 3 weeks since her horrid week. She wasn’t healed by any means, but she felt much better than she did, just had to be careful as any harsh hit to her chest or stomach would make her collapse.

She wasn’t drinking, which came as a surprise to most people, rather, slowly eating some chips that the saloons owner had made himself. She hummed along to the song on the piano, smiling at a few people as they passed by.

Later into the night, a younger man sped into the building, eyes darting around until they landed on Wynonna, speaking to an older woman. He quickly passed the crowd, excusing himself as he intervened.

“A—are you Wynonna Hyde—? Sand-spider?” He asked, his voice trembling.

Wynonna looked at him, a little off guard as she looked at the boy. “Yeah? Why?”

“There’s been a sighting out by the towns watering hole, where we all put our horses during off season, and sheriff has gone missing.”

“Missing-? How long?” She was shocked, no one went missing, especially the guy who uses his gun more than handcuffs.

“4 hours now, he said not to get you, but I heard a yell up by there and— well you catch the bad guys! I’m just a watcher at the jail!” He rambled, hands shaking as he looked into her eyes.

She hesitated, but sighed, nodding as she stood to her feet, nodding to the woman as a goodbye as she started to walk away, the boy following.

They exchanged more details, apparently a guy who was a little to snake like was out by the watering hole, seeming to be waiting. “And when the sheriff left, I heard a yell and couldn’t find him! So—so I came to get you..”

“…I—I’ll see what I can do, okay kid? If I ain’t back you get some people to come looking.”

The boy nodded, watching the woman start to walk off, her shadow disappearing into the darkness. It was a moonless night, visibility was low, very low, meaning you couldn’t really see who was around. Her steps were slow, and quiet, scanning the area as she slowly made it to the watering hole.

“…Sheriff? Jacob sent me out here, said you was missing?” It was silent, no reply. “…Timothy? You out here?”

Yet again, there was so reply, making the hair on her neck stand up. She was looking at the water, the towns watering hole, somehow, the water stayed, it was deep, about 6 feet, some people said it was an old burry sight that got abandoned, then filled. Everyone sent their horses down here during off season, when there was no work to be done.

“…fuckin’ hell man, c’mon don’t do this, Mary and Andrew just got married, we don’t need a death…” she sighed, going to step back to walk more down west, before a snap of a twig filled the air, her senses firing as she turned her head, seeing Timothy standing by the waters edge, staring her down. “Shit! Jesus, Timothy you scared me straight a moment…are you okay? You look like you’ve done seen a ghost.”

“I should’ve killed you when I had Johnny.” He simply said, his voice calm, cold.

“…what…?” She took a moment to reply, raising an eyebrow. “…Johnny died at the hanging tree, his guts were ripped open, what the fuck do you mean by that.”

“You stupid woman,” he spat, stepping closer, hands twitching. “My daddy spent his entire life tracking your family and his, just to die three day shy of your wedding?! and you all get off SCOTT FREE”

“Johnny was turning his life around, that man was fixing what his family had done! Your daddy wouldn’t leave us alone! We had never done anything!”

“Exactly why your father paid me to end it, you were to valuable, if I caught you two, I would have taken the entire ring down!”

“…what.”

She stood still, staring at the man as he started to chuckle, rolling his eyes. “What..? You thought it was a random man? Idiot!”

“…you…no. You—you helped me take him down from the tree, you helped me keep his guts inside.” She said lowly, breathing slowly.

He scoffed, eyes rolling as he held a sick grin, “you did the easy part in killing your daddy for me.”

Wynonna just blinked slowly, her hand moving to her side, grazing the fan, and handing on the handle of her gun, her breathing turning ragged. “You…fucking…BASTARD.”

She ran at him, drawing her gun, which caught the man by surprise as he stumbled back, a few gunshots ringing out. They struggled, Wynonna blinded by pure rage as she tried her hardest to shoot the man, a few bullets raining into the air.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD. HE FAUGHT SO HARD TO MAKE A LIFE FOR US. WE WERE GOING TO HAVE A CHILD. WE WERE GOING TO BE SAFE DOWN IN WASHINGTON.” She screamed, her voice ragged, a guttural yell.

The man simply grunted, looking for a way to get her down, the two ending up in the shallow end of the waters. He let out a yell, and hit her ribs, causing her to gasp, loosing air as she fell to her knees. The next moments were a blur as he struggled, shoving her down into the water with a splash. She let out a yell, trying to grab a breath of air before her head went under the water.

His hands wrapped around her throat, held down under water, she fought, she really did fight hard, but she was loosing air. She clawed, she hit, she kicked, she tried to get up, nothing. Her head was getting fuzzy, her eyes hurting, her chest begging for air. She inhaled, water rushing into her lungs as she gagged. She felt weak, her mind slowly starting to fade, and in her final moments, her thoughts were only one person, the one person she made a promise too. Rider, Doll, Juniper, June,

Junie.

#rp blog #sandspider #spiderverse rp #ok to interact

[the-wolfspider]

*Bowe is tearing through the halls and grabbing hidden items that he’s kept around places and scatters to the biggest room he can find. The Main lobby is the best place he can find. Hissing at others around him trying to get them to run.*

*He starts spinning webs and throws himself up into his nest, hiding away with his valuables.*

#atticus bowe lopez #spiderverse rp #wolfspider🐺 #spiderverse oc #ok to interact #rp blog #web

[wolfspiderhaterclub]

Where in the goddamn hell am I?

[Duke “Kraven” Lambert]

#Spiderverse rp #rp blog #Duke Lambert ⚔️ #Kraven the Hunter ⚔️ #ok to interact

[therealloopylupin2099]

-The portal opens up and Peter gets thrown into Hq near Miguel’s little area. The big guy himself steps in after him with dry blood on his sweat jacket and yelled something he never yelled before-

PETER WHAT THE FUCK?!

-the portal closes behind him-

I TRUSTED YOU! I-I trUsted you to NOT to do something stupid and you did! You.. Ugh YOU MADE ME LOOSE MY EARBUDS! They Got CRUSHED When I DID find them!

-he lifts Peter up by the collar of his shirt-

YOU. Said. You. Wouldnt. Take. Me. To. That. Place! I-It brought back a bad memory and it was too loud! I almost lost it! I-I AM LOOSING IT! Your so lucky everyone thought my black eyes were aesthetic eye lenses for a costume!

Y̵O̵U̶R̶ ̷SO ̴L̶U̶C̴K̴Y̸ ̴T̷H̵O̴E̸S̷ ̷G̵U̶Y̴S̴ ̷Y̵O̴U̸ ̵F̸U̵C̷K̷E̴D̷ ̴W̸I̶T̷H̵ ̸ARENT ̸C̷O̵M̶I̶N̸G̵ ̷B̵A̵C̸K̴

T̵H̸I̶S̶ ̷I̴S̵ ̵W̷H̵Y̵ ̸W̵E̴ ̸D̷O̴N̵T̵ ̴P̶L̶A̶Y̴ ̵A̴R̷O̸U̸N̷D̵!̵ ̸

-his fangs were out and he was so close to just biting his stupid ass-

#into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider person #miguel o'hara #rp blog #ok to interact

[itsmiguel2099]

N̴e̷x̴t̸ ̸p̶e̵r̴s̷o̸n̵ ̵I̴ ̴s̸e̷e̴ ̸w̵i̴l̷l̶ ̷h̷a̸v̶e̸ ̸s̷o̸m̶e̸t̵h̸i̷n̵g̶ ̸t̸h̷r̶o̴w̴n̷ ̵a̷t̴ ̷t̷h̵e̵m̸ ̶

…

A̴N̴Y̶O̸N̷E̷ ̵W̸A̸N̸T̷ ̵T̶O̶ ̵V̶O̸L̷U̵N̶T̶E̵E̵R̵?̸!̵

#into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider person #miguel o'hara #rp blog #ok to interact

[antidotesadventures]

It’s cold. The wind is hallowing loudly. The sky was a dark green, smog covering most if not all of the area. The building was tall, nearly above the clouds. A small figure stood above all, watching the streets, glaring. Loud sounds filled the area, news reports, cars, people, and sirens.

“….Still celebrating huh? This should add to it all. The end of Antidote, the final balled, last note.”

A phone laid discarded on the side, earbuds still connected, a loud song on play, “Everybody’s fool” by Evanescence?

#antidote #ok to interact #rp blog #spiderverse rp

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

#isims #tragic sibling dynamics always get me #tragic siblings #musings #Michael Lucifer #aesthetic #cain and abel #ok to interact #ok to reply #ok to reblog #sibling dymaics #hazbin hotel lucifer morningstar #Hazbin hotel Michael

[yanderemommabean]

Silly Royal Yandere Idea-

Imagine being a worker for a royal family, you're a farmer who brings the goods to the kitchen every day and make sure all vegetables and fruits are fresh, not bruised, cleaned and ready to be prepared for their meals.

You usually make the trek alone, no big deal right? Just some heavy baskets and such but the job itself isn't really that bad. It's made even better actually when the young prince finds he fancies the way you work and how you farm, loves to walk with you on your way out of the kingdom and listen to you and your stories.

He's cute, you'll give him that. Curious and finally able to explore without much of an issue now that he's finished his training, his father boasting proudly today even that they shall share a feast in celebration.

The walks are nice, you aren't alone and are even safer as the highwaymen shrink away and know to stay back when they see such fierce eyes. Those calloused hands from fighting and training lay on your hips, pulling you closer to his side as you share yet another walk to your farm and get the baskets ready for another delivery.

These sweet meetings grow in size as time goes on. He's been given permission by the king and queen to bring you to the main rooms of the castle, though they aren't too happy that he disregards their rules about what you can and can't touch.

He's so puppy-like, grabbing your hand and pulling you everywhere he can, showing his favorite art, his instruments he's been playing while he waits for you to return, the things he requested be made to remind him of you, and some other odd but - at the time- well meaning items.

The prince however gets more and more demanding of your presence. So much so, that one morning you wake up to begin to water the crops and fetch some in your buckets but you opened the door to the man standing there, royal suit and all, a wide smile on his face as he greets you.

You insist you'll be at the castle soon, that you have work to be done, but he just pushes you forward as he walks with you, -not harsh, but definitely firm, making sure you couldn't turn away from him as he leads you.

"Just one day can't hurt right?" he says, "I just wish to spend the day with you, only you. It's why I took my own horse! He loves your carrots, you know? Only yours...He's very much like me in that regard". 

You decide that, on one hand, denying the prince anything could be dire, the royal family having all say in what is done and you're lucky they have been so benevolent. Risking your business because you didn't want to indulge the odd prince...It isn't worth the reward of just keeping up with the crops and farm work. 

But this one day out by the river and having the man buy you whatever you laid your eyes on, while sweet and very enjoyable, wasn’t enough. He shows up every morning now, you hear how exhausted his parents are when you reach the castle every time, they demand he act right, that he stop leaving without notifying any of the guards, but he just laughs it off and says “Why should they embark with me on my and my lovers adventures? Private matters are private father, remember?” 

They know what's going on but it's so much darker and more twisted than anyone could have imagined. Boundaries get pushed more and more, you keep trying to keep your farm alive for not just the royal family, but yourself and the others who need you too, but the prince insists that your time is to be spent with him, only him. 

It reaches its boiling point when you deny him a walk. No runs to the river, no waltz in the woods, not even a chat over tea. Your farm is sick, it needs tending, and you yourself are weary and exhausted from trying to balance it all out. 

He goes silent, hands clenching at his side for a moment before he just smiles, wide and friendly as usual, and he kisses your hand before apologizing. You assure him you aren’t exactly mad, you just have things to finish, and he at least seems to understand that. 

Or, so you thought. You crack open your eyes after waking up in a bed that wasn’t yours, hearing the horses outside neigh and chuff in terror as if something was very very wrong. You recognize the royal emblem on the wall, and you shoot straight up, knowing this was a carriage. You shove and knock on the doors, the smell of smoke filling your senses as you can only imagine the worst, but the heavy wood doesn’t budge and you can only make out garbled words as a man screams demands. 

You manage to break open the boarded window of the carriage and watch as your farm is engulfed in flames, horses neighing in terror, ashes falling all around, your cabin falling in on itself from the blaze. And you gaze upon what you can only assume is the incarnation of death and war itself, a sign of the end times, as the Prince rides up on his own horse and tosses a lantern, the blaze only erupting hotter as he cackles in triumph. 

You feel horrified tears well up in your eyes, so many emotions coming together at once. Everything you worked for, everything you had built from the ground up, all your memories and all of your belongings- gone. 

Ash and embers fill the sky as the knights who came begin marching back to the carriage, staffs in hand as they finally open the doors. You lunge, wanting to tear your teeth into the heart of that evil, sick, twisted man, but he just laughs. It’s a soft amused laugh like when you told him your stories in the market or on your many many walks. 

“Ah, I hadn’t expected that mixture to wear off so soon!” he boasts, stepping down from his own horse. His stride is slow, like he’s taking in the view of a beautiful field or admiring someones art. You want to spit at him, claw at him, break him in any way you could fathom. 

His feet stop, the crumbling building behind him still a blazing orange and red, opposite of the cold features the prince wore on his face. His hand comes to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking across where tears are falling down your heated cheek. “Why so upset? I took care of what was keeping you away from me! I know, I know, you’re sad, but I made sure nothing of importance was hurt! Which wasn’t much. A picture or two should still be safe-” he says with an expression of after thought. “ Anyway, dearest, I fixed the issue! And you can now come where you’re meant to be! “ “I’ll kill you-” “Ah, even when murderous and livid you strike my heart with your beauty. Do tell me every wicked way you wish to end me! It thrills me, makes my skin crawl so pleasantly imagining you touching me in any manner” he taunts, squeezing your face a bit tighter. “Be it anger and resentment or true love, I’ll relish any touch you bring to me” “My lord, the sun will rise soon” a deep voice says from the side, your own eyes too stunned to look, uncaring as everything else sets in. Your home is gone, your fields are ruined, your possessions all roasted and incinerated. Nothing left but the haunting image of burned rubble and some charred remains of any item you owned. 

You’re trapped. Imprisoned in a golden cage as this wild man declares that he and you are meant to be, whether you want it or not. 

“Get some rest darling. I’ll lead us back to the castle” He says with a kiss to your forehead, allowing the knights to force you back inside. “Don’t be so angered! I promise to treat you like royalty! Since you will be, once the marriage is announced and all”

(Hope you liked this! Feel free to comment and tell me your thoughts! Especially spicy ones :3c -Mommabean)

#yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #mommabean #yandere prince #yandere royalty #yandere male #yandere prompts #sorry for typos #ok to interact #ok to reblog #ok to say stuff #ok to comment

[pbscore]

Politicizing fandom was a mistake and the proof is in the amount of grown adults victimizing themselves when someone makes a reasonable take like ‘hey, maybe we shouldn’t compare real life people getting their human rights violated by terrible legislation to you being more worried about whether or not you’ll be able to ship your fictional faves.’

#fandom dorks #pbscore #ok to interact

[wynonnahyde]

“Well, ow, I’ve been shot. This week is really not my week is it?”

#rp blog #sandspider #spiderverse rp #ok to interact

[the-wolfspider]

Ha..ha ha…ha..

Haha! Ha!

HAHA!

HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA! HAHAHAHAH! HAHA!

#atticus bowe lopez #wolfspider🐺 #spiderverse rp #ok to interact #rp blog