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so i wrote a thing

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miles climbin into ur window js to makeout cuz he missed u sm on his mission

Creepin’

Of course :)

Chapter summary: Miles sneaks into your room in the middle of the night because he missed you but that led to the both of you getting in trouble

Aged up mile’s morales x reader

Also sorry for the spicy scene I got carried away anon.

You gasped when a figure came into your room from your window but it was quickly revealed to be miles who was wearing his spider suit. He took off his mask and shoes putting his hands up in surrender.

“Relax it’s me!” He chuckled as he walked over to you wrapping his arms around your waist as you kissed his cheek placing your book down. He laid in bed next to you pulling you on top of him

“Why are you here miles?” You hummed as he massaged your butt while leaning up to kiss your neck ignoring you, you groaned as he kissed your neck before sitting up on his chest making him groan as he looked into your eyes with a smirk.

“I missed you” He grabbed your hips and started to move you on top of him. You were used to him juts randomly popping up in your window in the middle of the night, or coming from long missions. He loved seeing you and had a really hard time being away from you for a long time.

“Damn I missed you so much” He groaned as you grinded on his lap before he pulled you back into his lips,he pushed his hands into your pants to touch your most needed spot. You let whimper moving against him harder as he groaned. “Mmm I missed you too”

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, “roll over.” His verbal command was a bit moot, since his hand was already on her shoulder, gently pushing you to lay on your back.  He hovered above you for a moment, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Spread your legs,” he whispered; you’d only been waiting for him to say that to you. You did it unquestioningly, and he slotted himself between them with a low groan. He descended upon you, burying his face in your neck.  His hair tickled your cheek, and you fisted at the sheets to stop yourself from scratching him.

“Do whatever you want to me.” He latched on right away, a mess of lips and tongue and teeth all over her neck; everything in you fought to keep your moans down because you didn’t want your parents to know what’s going on. “Are you close?” You asked him softly, feeling him nod. “Yeah,” he mumbled, and his heavy breathing cooled your skin where it was still wet with his spit.  “Just a little longer?” “You’re not gonna give me a hickey, are you?” she whispered.“Not if you don’t want me to,” he replied.

“Just— make it quick, Miles my parents might hear,” you reminded him. “Right, yeah, 'm gonna come,” he promised, sending another chill over your body.  One of his hands moved down, holding your thigh as he thrust faster and faster— fuck, the headboard was about to hit the wall. 

Just as you looked up to see it slam once, you saw his free hand reach up and grab onto it tightly, blocking the impact with his knuckles. “Miles,” you breathed, an involuntary reaction to how deliberately sexy that was. “Say it again,” he requested quietly.“Miles,” you purred in his ear, and he grunted right against your ear— he didn’t stop moving entirely, just slowed down quite a bit as he rutted into you.

bonus scene:

“Y/N FUCKING L/N!”

You jolted in your bed when you heard your mom yell and turned to see Miles’ naked body covered in your sheets. Your mom slammed your door open followed by Miles' mom who started to yell in Spanish throwing her shoe at Miles who jumped up and slipped out of your bed before covering himself with his hands.

“H-hey mom!”

Miles tried to act like everything was normal but he just got yells in return from both ladies. You pulled Miles’ hoodie over your body as he hurriedly pulled his pants on trying to explain to his mom but she just dragged him out of your room and your mom did the same which led to an hour-long lecture.

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AU Ask!

Have you seen any of the Drider!Miguel fanart? I love that concept as an AU for him since it's basically just a reimagining of him being 50% spider in a much more visually striking way.

Any thoughts on Drider versions of Miguel and/or other Spiderpeople? What spiders would you imagine for the spider-half of their bodies? (If you don't like spiders, feel free to ignore this part - or this whole ask - LOL!)

Hi moot!! :D I haven’t seen any of the fan art actually :( very sad but I’ve done some research and wow, I love the idea of Miguel being a drider.

I’d like to think that his lower body would be some sort of mix between a wolf spider or tarantula? Maybe? And it also being a striking dark-ish blue with red markings patterned on his legs and abdomen. Or a black widow, but only the females have that red hourglass marking so idk.

I was originally going to go with wolf spider for the bottom half but then I saw that they don’t make webs since they hunt and I kinda liked the thought of Miguel lounging around on a giant web doing his usual monitoring of his society so I just thought it would be fine to make him a mix n match of a bunch of different spiders since it kinda fits with his origin in the comics.

(I’m deathly afraid of all and any spiders so :D tried my best to avoid looking too much at them on google.) since he’s physically half spider now he’s going to be a whole lot bigger. Obviously. He’s already huge without the spider half but with? That man is massive and completely more in tune with his spider side. He kinda has to be since he’s spider from the lower half down.

for something so huge he’s disturbingly quiet. Eight legs proves for insane mobility and stealth. He’s more balanced than a four wheeler on concrete and probably stronger than one too. The horror element is strong in this one.

I feel like he might be a bit more instinct driven when it comes to people he cares deeply about. They’re like a constant stream of secondary thoughts underlying his usual human rationale. A quiet blip of hey, some of the kids are injured, you need to bundle them up and store them away or Peter is trusting mayday to us, keep her safe always, she’s going to fall, why did he give her webshooters, hold her close etc. it’s basically a very mixed muddle of semi organized human and spider instincts/thoughts threading together to form coherent words in his head. Sometimes one side is more in control than the other. It just depends.

since Miguel really doesn’t like being Spider-Man in the comics and also probably the movie, he probably hates being half spider too. He hates being inhuman, feeling like some sort of monstrous being who’s made for nothing but the lowest form of sentience and bloodshed. His fangs don’t retract like they do in the movie, his claws are longer and sharper, but he still tries his absolute best to seem human to people. Poor guy can’t catch a break.

he gets kinda clingy in certain times of the month when his spider instincts start going rampant with the need of being close as possible to whoever he’s currently fixated on. Or multiple people. And the fixatipn never goes away, it just gets a little more easy to ignore during other times. Any of the spider kids or his closest second hands (Peter, Jess, etc) are all up for grabs in his mind. It’s even worse if he knows one of them are hurt or emotionally troubled. To his spidery side, he’s the main protector, he’s the one who’s meant to make sure everyone’s still alive, still in one piece. After all, his precious spiders are… not as spidery as him. They don’t have the necessary amount of limbs, they’re much smaller than him, they don’t even have claws like him! who’s going to protect them if he’s not there?

When he’s in that kind of mindset he’s not really too bothered by the idea of nomming them either. After all, he’s just making sure they’re safe and warm, tucked away in his belly securely. And what other place is safest in the world than with him? Besides, some parts of his human side agree too. They’ve already had one precious spider slip out of their grasp, disintegrating into thin air so… y’know, can’t have that happen again. He’s calmer when he knows where they are constantly. He’s like a helicopter parent. Except ten times bigger and grumpier. But yeah. Any spider that manages to worm their way into his heart will inevitably land under the umbrella that is the mess of his protective instincts. I’m so sorry for not doing the second part of ur ask 😭 I hate spiders a bunch and I don’t really want to research more of them so I can find which ones would match each spider person. Maybe a black widow for miles since they’re usually red and black?

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I'M MAKING A FIC !!! :DD

Your roommate suggested it. Saw a sign asking for help. You needed a job, they needed techs. Problem settled. Right?

Well, yes. New problem: You did not sign up to be the personal daycare technician, which, mind you, was filled with children. You can't do children.

It doesn't seem like the Daycare Attendant likes you either. Which is a problem, because you like it better when the robotic coworkers aren't... Rude? Creepy? Passive aggressive? Not delightful

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The Intended Fate —

A lil’ something I drew up for my Spidersona! It’s a little messy but hey. It’s something

Art is below the cut! And I HIGHLY RECCOMEND CLICKING FOR BETTER QUALITY!!!

Both are with and without the “incoming call” part.

Wanted to dabble in some angst, something a little dark, and also tussle with the idea a bit more since special fact.

Masquerade is supposed to die, in every universe, because he spoke or perhaps felt the forbidden four letters words, to someone he shouldn’t have and basked in the rewards of finally finding someone. This someone he finds in every universe turns out to be some heroic figure, while they contrasted against him every time in one way or another. Let it be as simple as being enemies to just… Neighbors who have different personalities to each other, opposites.

“Opposites attract” but it nothing can really stop them from keeping the opposites away in the first place, and that’s what the universe exactly does to Masquerade every time. The consequences he receives for defying fate, wanting more than the role he’s got, and taking matters into his own hands, often leaves him with his heart bleeding out in his palms, one way or another.

I imagine that this scenario was supposed to be something close to Masquerade now taking his time to work under Miguel and eventually devoting some level of loyalty to him (not for the Miles’ incident though, Masquerade will gladly throw hands for that kid) enough to try and help maintain the multiverse, along with every other Spider-Variant in the Spider Society. What he doesn’t realize is how close he’s eventually gotten to Miguel, and for that— the universe struck him down for it.

Masquerade was tasked with helping a new Spider-variant carry out his first canon event and in the middle of it. The new Spider-person is losing his fight with his greatest nemesis, which wasn’t supposed to happen so. Valentine helps them out and in the middle of it, two birds become struck with one stone. Masquerade helps defeat the nemesis and pays the price as a piece of shrapnel (a halved pipe) manages to fly out from an explosion, nearly killing the new member had it not been for Masquerade who pushed them out of the way. Inevitably sacrificing himself in the end.

Through his last moments, he tries to contact LYLA first and ignores her notifications that there was help on the way to assist the man, and in response. Masquerade merely asks whether or not his death will affect anything (his Bioluminite was failing to save him at this point, merely stalling for time since the speed and obstruction of the pipe were both factors that stopped the extraterrestrial mineral from working its usual “magic”), knowing fully well how Miguel gets when a canon event gets tampered with. The AI eventually answers and to Masquerade’s last request. He tries to leave call Miguel, and in his final minutes. The only sound he managed to listen to during the waiting duration was the sounds of his own heartbeat slowing, and— the sounds of inevitable failure as his call could not reach Miguel. Only the voice of an automated system spoke, so as far as Valentine could take it. He used every breath to at least leave one last message to Miguel before departing from life itself.

Anyways, I intend to get back to flushing out more of The Masquerade’s… Everything really! So, yeah. Feel free to send me any questions or just stuff abt Masquerade (Spider). I’d be happy to make some friends or new moots!

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The Not-So-Amazing Mary Jane Part 32: AMJ #5.1

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Well here we are at the final issue of this arc, of what was originally supposed to be the end of this series. I think it’s safe to say that it’s too far gone to be salvaged now. But let’s wrap this up and see if any further damage is done.

As always we have the recap.

Once more, the full title of the movie is here in the recap and yet to be in the story itself, although we got half of it last time.

The recap reaffirms this story’s misguided idea that Beck was trying to be a better man, with his desire to make a film as the only proof. Something just occurred to me about that actually. This story spins out from ASM but in those issue the idea of Beck becoming a better man was never even hinted at. So did Williams just ignore that stuff and impose whatever story she wanted to tell? If so that’s pretty lame writing. At least organically pivot to that. Try to make the transition from Mysterio in ASM to the redemption mode Mysterio not feel as abrupt and part of the same story.

It also doubles down on this horseshit that MJ would honestly let Mysterio walk around free because she connects with him on art. See part 12 for why exactly this is horseshit.

The recap also mentions the Savage Six’s attacks. Nothing wrong with that although it just drives home how (like with beck and the other criminal crewmembers) MJ knows bad people are doing something bad but is doing nothing to stop them doing those bad things. Does that remind you of another story? Like say one from 1962?

Finally I just despise the final line of the recap. It frames MJ and Beck as buddies which is just gross.

As we open up the story proper, we see beck and MJ shooting a scene from the movie. It entails the pair surrounded by robot soldiers and MJ fighting them off. She leaps from a cliff making Mysterio scream ‘Noooo!’. It’s over heard by nearby civilians in the park. Back at the set MJ exits the bouncy castle she landed on and ‘McKnight’ asks Master Matrix if they got the footage; they did.

Not much happens in these pages but there is still a fair bit to unpack.

First of all the fact they are still filming this stuff tells me (maybe I’m wrong) they were more than a few days away from finishing filming last issue. So that’d be even more time that the crew and innocent people have been in danger from the Savage Six.

Also, like last issue MJ can suddenly pull off these very gymnastic moves out of nowhere.

Furthermore let’s consider that the scene is in the middle of being  filmed right? But there are these robotic soldiers with pencil thin waists. They can’t be people in suits. The sheer number of them and the size of them mean they can’t be models either and the way in which they move means they would either have to be

CGI. Except CGI is inserted after a scene is shot, you can’t capture it on camera whilst the actors are filming it in real time

Real robots. Except Mysterio’s budget for practical effetcs was cut way back in issue #2 and creating or hiring out at least 12 (I counted) actual robots would surely be beyond their budget

They are illusions created by Beck. Except last issue he said he’d only use illusions to make MJ look convincingly like Spider-Man. If he’s changed his mind and is more willing to be less authentic why bother having a real actor complete the scene with Spidey at all?

Finally civilians can overhear Beck’s scream. But wouldn’t park goers also have heard the megaphones or other loud noises from the set? Remember in issue #3 how the whole reason they relocated to an abandoned zoo in the first place (and thereby scared Charlie away) was to maintain secrecy? If they are within earshot of a friggin park how has no one overheard the megaphones or other loud noises that the film set is bound to make? Are you telling me that they really never needed to film outside of the caves before this day? That’s rather contrived isn’t it?

On the next page we learn that it’s the last day of filming and MJ just wrapped up her scenes.

However, the investor from issue #2 is open to the possibility of funding another leg of secondary photography. This means that the movie might continue to film and they could reinstate stuff they cut, including scenes with MJ; presumably this would include the romance cut in issue #3.

There are two major points to bring up here.

The first is that I personally suspect that the movie possibly being extended was not Williams’ original plan for this issue. It strikes me as something written once she knew that this series would continue beyond issue #5. As in since the series is continuing the film they are making continues too in order to possibly provide more plot for consequent issues. It might also be Williams being meta.

The more significant point though is that by extending the shooting it means that the crew and all those people from issue #4 would still be in harm’s way due to the Six and the paparazzi they employed.

Notice how no one bothers to think of them with MJ simply delighted and commenting upon how her  character’s scenes could be restored. Once more Williams writes MJ as totally selfish here.

We then get a splash page of Mallorie using a megaphone. She instructs the crew that they only have an hour (magic hour specifically) to film the last scene. One hour and one last chance to finish the movie.

Nothing much to say on this beyond repeating that the park goers should be over hearing Mallorie.

I also find the editorial box a little pretentious but that’s just me, it’s not something to fairly hold against the story.

MJ and Beck talk about the fulfilment of the latter’s dream. Beck explains he feels strange. MJ is surprised at this because he’s getting more money for his own work. Beck clarifies that he feels strange to have made it to this stage. Because they’d faced so much adversity he had expected nothing else. He’d been emotionally preparing for failure. Now he feels strange because he has to face the possibility of success.

He continues that in this final scene he shall envision himself fighting his own demons. He credits his success to MJ personally. She in turn affirms how proud she is of him and that she never disbelieves in them. She heads off to relax and Mallorie assures her that she’ll be called when they wrap up. After all, they need to break up the set pieces.

There are three things notably wrong with this page.

The smallest of these is the dialogue. ‘We faced so much adversity that I’d begun to anticipate nothing but. Deep down, I’d been emotionally preparing…’

It just doesn’t read well and at first glance seems like it’s a grammatical error. As in the intent was meant to be ‘anticipate nothing. But, deep down…’ It’s not technically wrong, but the word choice makes the intent less clear. Using ‘nothing else’ or something other than ‘but’ at the end of the sentence would’ve made the dialogue flow much better.

The more significant problem is MJ talking about Beck getting more money for his ‘own work’. The way the emphasis is placed is clearly intended to mean that prior to this moment Beck wasn’t getting money for his own work but someone else’s. 

This is likely a reference to the first two issues wherein Beck got funding by selling the investors on a different movie than the one he was delivering. The problem is the money they have been using up until now and the additional funds they might get haven’t been off the back of Beck’s own work. The fact that he’s gained trust and money whilst pretending to be Cage McKnight, failing to inform the investor he’s a criminal and has hired criminals mitigates ‘his own work’.

MJ and Beck have no idea if the investor knew of McKnight’s reputation or past work. They don’t know if on some level that influenced his decision to finance them. Even if he didn’t the mere fact he didn’t know he was indirectly giving money over to criminals on the run (some of whom are murderers) makes MJ’s point moot. 

Most people wouldn’t have done that for ethical reasons or just out of concern for themselves. It’s not as bad  but it definitely shares similarities to Otto as Peter Parker dating Anna-Maria Marconi. At best that’s unethical and deceitful and so is failing to inform the investor that he’s financing a criminal.

The biggest problem though is the continued sympathetic framing of Mysterio. Oh how lovely for his character to have had a change of heart and now believes in himself. Good for him. 

How wonderful MJ helped him reach a more positive place in his life and fulfil his lifelong dream. Sure hope none of elderly people who’s life savings he took had dreams of helping their families after they died. Sure hope Gwyneth didn’t have any dreams or ambitions for her life beyond high school.

Fuck this misinterpretation of Mysterio seriously. And no, I have zero faith at this point that Williams is setting up a big rug pull down the line. Everything up until this issue has convinced me this is just how she sees Mysterio. 

And even if she is planning a bait and switch, the fact that she’s had MJ and Beck become sincere friends is aggressively problematic. For God’s sake MJ is so sad Beck has demons. She’s so proud of him. So happy her belief paid off and he fulfilled his dream.

She’s saying all this about a man who abducted her, faked the death of someone she loves, tried to frame, psychologically attack and murder the love of her life. He’s not even expressed any remorse for any of that!

Later MJ records a video message to Peter.

The PeterxMJ shipper in me loves this scene when it’s removed from all context (like how MJ has continuously lied to Spider-Man). I think Williams and Gomez love these scenes too. All three scenes focussing upon MJ and Peter’s relationship have made good use of their chemistry as characters and successfully delivered romantic moments. The art in particular is worthy of praise. The body language Gomez gives MJ converys her flirtatiousness and fun and her facial expressions (within the context of his style) sells you on the idea that she’s talking to someone she is in love with.

It’s nicely followed up on with the first line of the next page where MJ admits being in love makes her dorky.

MJ goes to hang out by the fence (for some reason) where she spots a van pull up. The Savage Six exit from it along with Charlie, who hands over some contact details to Vulture. I’m not sure if MJ is overhearing this herself or if it’s just for the reader’s benefit, but someone from the set emphasises the crew have but one shot to finish the movie. MJ sighs and removes her earrings as the Six make their way up the hill towards the set. Clearly she is ready to fight.

Way to make Charlie comically irredeemable Williams. He’s not been a nice guy up until this point but we might forgive a normal man for being intimidated by these ix violent crooks. But she just has to have him actively try to maybe get some employment out of the situation. On top of everything else it’s just a step too far and it makes him cartoonish. That’s not too much of a problem if he was an actual super villain but he’s just a normal person who’s being written as going the extra mile to be an asshole. He’s not even slightly upset he’s probably helped get many innocent people killed right now.

I also do not buy for a second that van could possibly fit all those people. Yeah, six normal humans sure. But look at the sheer size of Rhino, Scorpion and Stegron. It’d be doubtful it could fit or take the weight of any one of them. But ALL of them and four other people too? Bullshit.

As for MJ in this scene, isn’t it convenient she decided to chill-out by that fence and it happened to be the exact spot the Six were going to pull up in front of. And she happened to do it at the exact time too. What an insane coincidence.

I have mixed feelings about her framing in this scene. Because it’s bad ass and cool and normally I like seeing her like that. But at the same time why is MJ so utterly casual about this situation. She’s not even slightly worried. She doesn’t even look determined. She looks totally non-plussed. Friggin Spider-Man himself wouldn’t be non-plussed by this situation and his odds of survival are vastly better than MJ’s.

MJ is framed and acting like she’s Batman facing some B or C listers. But the ‘power scale’ is simply not like that in this context. The reality of the situation is far more serious than that. She cannot reliably be sure she’s win this fight at all.

I get Williams wants MJ to come off as awesome in this series. I get that she wants to celebrate her character. But this is not the way. Show the characters with flaws, concerns, with weaknesses. But that’s indicative of MJ throughout this story. MJ has been framed as awesome, cool and totally capable throughout this story. That’s great for maybe an issue, maybe even two. But five in a row?

For five issues in a row, MJ always has an answer to every problem. For five issues in a row she’s unflinchingly pragmatic. She never makes a mistake beyond not doing fight choreography fast enough? The closest the story comes to depicting her as imperfect is her discussion with master Matrix last issue and that was framing her as possibly  wrong. Then everything since that moment has shown her to have been justified in her convictions. The only thing she’s truly failed at is keeping Charlie on set but she came up with a solution to that immediately that in turn made her look awesome again.

It’s like this series has taken the idealized view of MJ Peter would have of her and then treated that as her actual character even when the story isn’t from his point of view. Her failings and set backs are minimal whilst her successes are huge. She’s redeemed Mysterio, made his dream come true, made a whole movie click, patched every hole, literally saved the live of the crew.

And now she’s nonchalantly going to kick the asses of six guys who Spider-Man himself has rarely found to be pushovers. Okay maybe nowadays Spider-Man might find beating them easy due to his experience. But in his earliest encounters that wasn’t the case. MJ has never one-on-one battled any of these guys before to my knowledge. But now on her first try, with no powers, no weapons or equipment, no real training, she’s nonplussed about fighting all Six of them at once.

Jesus Christ.

Remember how Spencer within his first 12 issues had MJ confront some concerns she had over dating Peter again with the Lookups?

Remember how Spencer in his first issue had Spider-Man save the day but not be non-plussed or supremely confident about it? Remember how it wasn’t framed as easy?

Shit, MJ’s most iconically bad ass moment wasn’t framed this way. She was scared of Chameleon.

The story framed her as determined in spite of her vulnerability.

She wasn’t going in sure she could win, but she was going to damn well try. Her victory was even a surprise to her

That is absolutely not the case here. Sure, we as readers know MJ is going to win because she wouldn’t be killed off in her own ongoing series. But that certainty comes from outside the context of the story, whilst the framing here is outright telling you MJ is going to be a bad ass and will  win. 

Maybe we don’t know the specifics of how, but there isn’t the slightest ambiguity conveyed. The framing has neutralized the danger and suspense. You aren’t reading the next few pages so see if or even how MJ is going to get out of this one. You are reading to simply see how the Six are gonna get their asses kicked.

What’s so frustrating is that this is not how Williams framed MJ in issue #3 when the Six initially attacked. There she played things correctly, MJ was framed as in peril and had to psych herself up to get the job done.

That was great.

But that’s not here. Here Mary Jane is framed as casually confident in spite of the exact same situation. Only worse because she’s not got Beck there to actually do the fighting for her.

It’s deplorable writing. It’s deplorable framing. And Williams doubles down on it immediately with the next panel when MJ insults the Six. Then tells them they’ll have to get through her first. They laugh of course (which is a prelude to her obviously winning).

Vulture demeans MJ by calling her an attractive accessory. She then hits him with her palm, which seemingly injures his face.

How wonderfully original.

I’ve never in my life  seen a story where seemingly threatening people (usually men) dismiss and demean a female character as a non-threat and just a pretty face, only to be proven totally wrong. That’s oh so original in fiction, in comic books and in Spider-Man comic books too.

Also, I question if MJ could really hurt Vulture that way.

This guy has been punched in the face by Spider-Man himself and that was without his helmet. The guy has super strength so is Mary Jane basically shoving him really going to hurt him? If so then that’s a huge design flaw for a genius inventor to make isn’t it?

Everything else I could say about this page I already mentioned about the last page and in the description for this one.

The art and facial expressions are very good though, kudos to Gomez.

Oh wait, there was one teeny, tiny little thing I forgot to mention. So the Six’s goal is to get to the set right?

And there are six of them right?

And one of them can fly, some of them can leap large distances and others can just break through walls right?

And there is a huge fence right?

Why don’t they just go around Mary Jane?

They are treating this like MJ is the one and only entry point to the set when she isn’t.

They have numerous options for at least one of them getting to their target.

But stupidity is par for the course with this series isn’t it.

The next page is a beautifully drawn splash of MJ hitting Tarantula with some of the set.

I respect Williams knows enough about MJ to understand she uses her limited resources to her full advantage. The dialogue makes that clear. She clearly understand how MJ fights. But again the framing is jacked. Out of context it might seem cool but in context it’s asinine, especially when you consider she could’ve ended this threat altogether with a phone call to some super heroes. Cloak and Dagger are delivering food to this set but she can’t ask them to fight the Six for her?

More problematically where the fuck did that set piece even come from? I checked the art and couldn’t find any yellow thing in sight. We don’t even see how MJ got a hold of it between panels. She palmed Vulture then off-panel grabbed a set piece from thin air, jumped up and smacked it on Tarantula.

That is shitty fight choreography. Fight scenes in comic books are supposed to have a sense of flow, to clearly convey how we got from A to B. Here is a much better example of how you do it featuring Spider-Man fighting (a different) Tarantula.

In contrast to that AMJ #5 is just reaction A jumping immediately to reaction B.

I’m leaving it there for now. We’ll wrap up the issue and initial arc next time.

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𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒! Warnings for: Pregnancy Word count:1600 Featuring: @8ooklung

Feferi woke up from an uneasy night. She had never adjusted well to sleeping at night, and with problems on her mind to contend with, the sleep was worse than before. Yes, she had to go by Vriska’s place, which had infinitely better beds than her miserable little apartment, but even then, the mind is stubborn and refused to let her sleep soundly in the comfortable beds. At least she hadn’t opted to sleep in the same bed as Vriska. That might’ve given the Serket other ideas, as to what had transpired the night before. No, best to just give the drunken spider her space, until she managed to fully recover.

Furthermore, came the issue of quadrants, which… Well, Feferi was about to get into, unfortunately. She could still feel it. The little buds branching off of her own lifeforce, joined, but separate. Life powers had accelerated the problem, although Feferi wasn’t sure at exactly what timeframe she was at, considering this hadn’t actually happened before. When Jane was faced with the same issue, she jumped up to 3 months in only a few days, due to her own Life powers. But when it came to Feferi, it was impossible to tell, because this hadn’t happened before. Not as far as she knew, anyway. So now Feferi had no idea how long this would last or how much time she had left before… Before things got too out of control for her. Jane had shown Feferi how to slow down the progression, so it was hopefully now at a normal speed, but even then, that didn’t tell Feferi much. She was properly stuck up shit creek without a paddle and telling the other contributor to the grubs what had happened was the only choice she had right now.

Feferi moved slowly from the bed, donning the loose sweatshirt and jeans that she had worn the night before. She tried to ignore the small rise to her belly, where the grubs surely lay, which distorted the rest of her otherwise pristine highblood form- but it was inevitable that she would fail. Everything was rapidly going south, and… And Feferi had bigger things to worry about than grubs. A soft sigh of defeat and Feferi was on her way, out the door, and heading to the master bedroom.

Vriska’s form still hadn’t left the bed, giving the initial impression that she was still asleep, but the flick of her ears as the door creaked open betrayed otherwise. Feferi stepped forward, a glass of water in her hand and two small pain relief pills. Feferi took her place, sitting on the edge of the bed, near Vriska. Silken blue sheets crumpled underneath Feferi, and Vriska moved her legs, allowing more room to be given to the fuchsia. Finally seeing that her ruse was up, Vriska adjusted, pushing herself up, to a sitting position. The comforter was pulled up as if trying to hide the cerulean’s underwear-clad form, but they both knew they had seen each other in far less. It was a moot point.

“Morning,” Feferi started, offering the glass of water to Vriska, along with the pain meds. She eyed them warily for a moment, but slowly the water was taken first, then the pills, which Vriska took with only minor hesitation. Old habits, Feferi guessed. Don’t trust things for what you think they are.

“Morning,” Vriska finally returned, looking down at the water sullenly, “You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Vriska nodded at that, still not meeting Feferi’s eyes. She knew more than well enough what that meant, and in return, Feferi could herself moving forward, pulling her legs up onto the bed, as to take a seat closer to the cerulean.

“Listen, I know this is upsetting to you. It would be upsetting to me too. You’ve seen me at my worst, it’s only fair you return it!” Feferi reached up, her hand lightly touching Vriska’s jaw, tilting her head up. At first, she thought the spidertroll might bite her, but when she didn’t, and instead finally looked up at Feferi, the fuchsia smiled.

“We both know I don’t play fair,” was Vriska’s response, still flat, but with a slight glimmer of something else there- vulnerability.

At least it earned a gentle laugh from Feferi, her fins fluttering. “Yeah, but for me, I think you’d make an exception.”

Vriska snorted in amusement, finally a smile starting to show. “Don’t count your cluckbeast ova before they hatch, Peixes. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day I decided all this emotional bullshit wasn’t worth it and turned on you.”

“Then I might as well treasure it now, whale it lasts!” Feferi grinned back brighter, her fins fluffing up. That died within moments though, as Feferi remembered what she had to say to Serket. Her fins slid backwards, pinning themselves back against her skull, and finally, her hand retreated. Vriska seemed to chase it at first, not wanting Feferi to let go, but not doing anything to keep her there. Eventually, Feferi had to break the news, and she had to do it soon. Now wasn’t a great moment, but it was better than waiting, better than having to tell her later. Both of their smiles turned into worried frowns, and it was Feferi’s turn to look down, guilty.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Yeah, no shit. You told me so last night. What is it?”

Feferi inhaled, held her breath for a few moments, and finally exhaled her confession.

“I’m expecting grubs.”

Vriska froze for a moment, confused. One ear lifted while the other lowered, giving her the same bewildered expression of a puppy who wasn’t old enough to comprehend what was going on. Her mouth was open, but nothing came out. It felt like the silence lasted for minutes. Maybe it did.

When Vriska spoke again, it was with complete skepticism. “Okay, what the fuck are you talking about? What, are you planning to adopt or- “

Vriska was cut off with a shake of Feferi’s head, as it felt like the seadweller’s fins lowered even more.

“No. You know what humans do to reproduce? Well… For one reason or another, that’s happened to me.”

Vriska was silent again, both of her ears dropping now, eyes wide in disbelief, mouth opening again, trying to say something, but having nothing come out.

That is, until Vriska started laughing. She cackled, loudly and brazenly. She kept laughing, even as some small tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Surely the entire house would’ve heard her, and even her wings flicked upwards, to flutter in amusement. Her laughter tapered off slowly, wiping her tears from her eyes, “Oh, okay, you got me! Peixes, you still have it in you, god I thought—” Vriska was cut off again, by a soft sound that made something within her ache.

Feferi had started sobbing, her fins drooping low, her hands hiding her face. Her body trembled as she cried, and Vriska went completely silent, her laughter long gone. Slim hands reached out to try and remove Feferi’s from her face, realizing her mistake, and feeling the dread drop into her stomach. “Shit, hey, uh… Well, at least two parties have to be involved, right? As much as I hate the guy, Ampora wouldn’t be upset with you for—”

“Eridan didn’t make the grubs.”

Even Vriska knew what that meant. Why Feferi had come to her first. Why she was so upset over this. Vriska didn’t even know how it happened, or that it could’ve happened at all. Trolls didn’t get pregnant, that was well known, they couldn’t! But here Feferi was, crying on Vriska’s bed, and insisting that…

That the pailing the two had done had somehow created grubs that Feferi would have to carry.

She didn’t know if that timeline worked out. It was so soon, so sudden, it had only been a few days since their drunken tryst, surely even the fastest breeding rabbit couldn’t do that. Vriska felt deep fear, deep panic, settle into her chest, twisting up her innards into some troll Picasso painting, making her feel sick and ill. This wasn’t good. Not at all.

“How do you know? It’s so soon, only a few days, and this hasn’t- “

“I went to Jane. She could tell. I think my Life powers did the same thing for me as it did for her.”

Vriska was aware that Jane herself was expecting, so that wasn’t a surprise, but to find out that Feferi was also expecting in turn? Something cold and vile settled into her gut, and it refused to leave.

“What are we going to do? Have you told your matesprit about us?”

“No.”

“Okay, of course not, of course,” Vriska trailed off, her hands retreating so that they could run through her own hair in worry, trying to think of a way around this, a way that they could both get out scot-free. That was harder said than done, especially when there were certain feelings to tend to.

Ultimately, it was Feferi who came up with the idea.

“I won’t be able to hide it, not later on. I… We could ask him if he’ll be fine with us being matesprits. We can pretend we pailed after that, cover our tracks that way. It’s still early, we can pretend the times match up.”

Vriska stared, almost startled that it was Feferi who suggested that and not herself, not with her own flushed emotions on the table.

But, ultimately, her choice was obvious.

“Yes, let’s do it.”

#The crown weighs heavy || { IC post } #Eta Piscium || { Main Verse } #Captain's log || { Drabbles } #pregnancy #8ooklung

[demonphannie]

7,500 Kilometers

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summary: 7,500 kilometers is a pretty large distance to bridge but Dan and Phil are trying. Or rather their cell phone connection is. It’s 2013 and Dan’s in India.

words: 2.3k

warnings: swearing and a spider

a/n: uh i just banged this out in two hours because i hadn't read any fics based on this point in time so enjoy

Dan’s phone is pretty quiet most days. He doesn’t keep the notifications on for most of his apps because they cause too much clutter. Usually the only time his screen lights up is when a random family member or Phil is calling.

India is hot. And Dan says this every time (he really means it this time) but it’s hotter than any other time he’s visited. If he stares at the flora surrounding the hotel for long enough, he swears he can see them sweat. Maybe he’ll regret not joining his family on another adventure through another forest later, but right now his cotton bed sheets feel like they’re strangling him and it’s all he can think about. The open window is not providing the relief Dan considered to be it’s only function. It’s fucking hot. 

And his phone is still quiet. It’s around eight at night and the sun is making one last swan dive through the sky, starting to blaze a gaudy blood orange. Dan is twenty-two, undeniably of age to stop waiting by his phone and twirling his hair. But there he is, about 7,500 kilometers (7,544.6 if he trusted Google) away from home, longingly watching his screen.

Maybe he should grow up and --

The stupid picture Dan saved as Phil’s profile glows onto his face. It’s one that he took of Phil while he was sleeping, a private Edward Cullen moment. Phil’s mouth is slightly open and he frankly looks a little dopey with his box dye black hair falling in his face. Maybe it’s his contact picture because he looks dumb. More likely it’s because Dan misses Phil like this, quiet and all his. Dan doesn’t remember.

“Hey.” 

“Answered on the fourth ring. Strong resolve today, Howell.”

Phil can’t see Dan but they both know he blushes. Dan elects to ignore it. “You called late. What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Nothing much to do here without you, if I’m honest.” Dan can hear Phil walking into the kitchen, the familiar creak of the glass door giving it away. He can picture the sipped wine bottles on the right hand counter and the Sugar Free Ribena next to the sink and the small cactus Phil probably hasn’t moved since Dan last complained about it and the bright socks on Phil’s feet padding the tile. Dan hasn’t spoken for a few seconds too long. 

“Grandma took the family out to another jungle trek or somewhere. Going to bring back dinner for me.”

“Why didn’t you go?”

“It’s fucking hot, mate.” Dan winces at his words but waits for Phil to continue after his bout of laughter. 

“Like me?” Phil’s voice warrants an eye roll. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young man.”

“You can’t even see me, Phil.” It’s meant to be punchy but it falls a bit off the end. Dan’s sad if he’s being honest.

“But I know you and you’ve probably propped yourself on your bed all day, reading or something. Proper bookworm you are when you’re not on the internet. Lamp on all day even though it didn’t help much. That’s bad for the environment, you know. And it’s probably just hot because you haven’t moved in forever.” 

Phil’s voice has been crackling a little for the last minute and a paranoia has been slipping through Dan’s nervous system. “I’m gonna go out in the garden. Maybe the walls are --”

“Bad signal?”

“Yeah.” 

It’s a few minutes of shuffling down the stairs (they got rooms on the second floor) and probably some unattractive breathing from Dan (getting fit was really a resolution this year?). Knowing Phil, Dan’s probably on speaker. Too lazy to hold the phone to his ear, the fucker.

“Okay. Down in the garden. Can you talk so I can see if you’re more clear?”

“You can’t really see if my voice is clear. It’s more of a hearing thing.” Dan knows Phil’s doing a full smile.

“Shut up.”

“Is it more clear?”

“Yeah.”

They both give a sigh of relief. They won’t admit it to anyone but more than a few calls have been dropped due to shitty connections. It’s always more depressing than when they started talking when that happens. It already had on this particular trip and Dan was in a sour mood for the rest of the day. Dan still hasn’t switched to a plan with international texting and Dan’s family still hasn’t given into his groans about getting a hotel with a good wifi connection. Communication with Phil is a moot point with the Howells. Not that they didn’t like him but an unplugged holiday was an unplugged holiday.

“So what book have you been reading?”

“It’s kinda dumb but I’m reading the Maze Runner.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it must not be dumb.”

“It’s a total young adult novel.”

“And you say never to feed into stereotypes.”

“I’m a man of many layers, Phil Lester.”

“Yeah, okay.”

There’s a bit of a lull. Dan can hear all the bugs humming in their trees and the lights are starting to flicker on in other guests’ rooms. The sky’s being painted in broad strokes of violet and blue, sun fading with a scarlet blaze.

Dan’s still holding the phone close to his ear. He can hear a bit of noise, a bit tinny. Probably the TV. It’s midday for Phil. Probably bright white clouds hovering outside, typical weather. Those always gives Phil his headaches and Dan hopes he’s remembered to pull the shades down a bit. He usually doesn’t and it leaves him with Dan having to give him ibuprofen and the lights off for the rest of the day. 

“You watching the TV?”

“Reruns of Bake Off.”

“Lower the shades a bit?”

“Why?”

“It’s probably bright out. Don’t want you to get a headache.”

“Oh, right. Thanks.”

They don’t have to talk all the time. A lot of their time is spent in the quiet. Dan’s pretty sure talking to someone 24/7 would drive him up the wall, boyfriend be damned. But Dan doesn’t want there to be quiet between them along with the 7,500 kilometers. Sometimes he can’t fill it though.

Phil understands. 

“Tell me about the garden?”

Dan looks around contemplatively. If Phil were there he would make a show of it. Maybe put his hand on his chin and narrow his eyes. “The garden is big but it’s pretty. There’s a lot of trees. Probably with a lot of bugs in them.”

“Kind of plants?”

“You know I don’t know the names, you dork.” 

“Make them up.”

“Well.” Dan can’t get past his first word without giggling. If anyone’s watching him from their hotel room, he’s sure he looks like an idiot. “There’s… Plantus Redium? Of Asian origin. Spiky leaves or very hefty petals that are, you guessed it, red. And Phillus Treeus? It’s a tree, Phil.”

“Interesting… You’ll have to send me pictures.”

“You already have nudes from me, Phil.”

Phil splutters on the other end and Dan’s eyes crinkle.

“What if I had someone over, Dan? What would I say then?” 

“The only people you would have over would be our friends. And not even them considering I’m not there.”

“You don’t know what I do when you’re not around.” Phil’s trying to come off as indignant but they both laugh a little anyways.

“There’s a few rocks in the garden, lining the flower beds. I’d like a garden.”

“We just moved.” Phil sounds exasperated but Dan knows it’s something they both want. 

“We moved over a year ago.”

“Still.”

“There’s some nice hanging plants as well. I know you’d like some of them.”

“Are there blue ones?”

“Blue flowers?”

“Yeah.” 

“I can’t tell from this distance. It’s getting a bit dark.”

“Maybe you should head in soon. Your family might be back.”

“I’d prefer not.”

“Okay.”

“So… Hottest Lad of 2013? Impressive.”

Dan knows Phil just scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“I hope you know I did put in some illegal votes.”

“Really?”

“No, but I’m sure others did.”

“Oh, so that’s how you won last year?”

“Shut up!”

“You’re cutting off a bit, Dan.”

“No… I don’t want to.” It’s a stupid answer but Dan’s a little desperate.

“Okay… moved a bit. You’re better now.”

“Good.” Not that Dan’s throat closed up or anything. It’s properly dark out now but Dan doesn’t want Phil to know so he doesn’t tell Dan to go back to his room. Dan’s heart is a little lonely, being by himself all day. A recharge is always needed but not texting Phil is a drain.

“Just in case… Uh, just in case the call drops maybe we should talk about the radio show a bit? I was editing some of the videos today.”

Dan can’t help but be a little disappointed at the change of pace. He stares at the wall opposite the tree he’s leaning against. The garden is all dark and green now, the only light filtering from surrounding rooms through thick curtains.

“Uh, yeah. Radio show.”

“I’m fixing up the Ariana and Conor videos.”

“Exciting.”

“Yeah, I was wondering if I should edit out or keep in your gigantic grin towards her.”

“A little jealous?”

“No. Trying to help you protect your cool facade. You look like an over-joyed puppy.”

“What? It’s a look.” 

“Sure.”

“She’s nice isn’t she?”

“Looking for a new girlfriend?”

“Maybe… I don’t know… My boyfriend’s long distance right now, it’s a bit difficult.” Dan’s dramatically fanning himself before he remembers Phil isn’t there to laugh at his little gestures.

“Is he now? Sounds rough.”

“Yes, especially rough with the phone calls. Terrible connection.”

There’s a pause. The air’s quite humid and Dan thinks about how Phil would like his hair like this. It’s incredibly curly and he tugs a strand at the nape of his neck for Phil. 

“So the Conor video --”

Dan’s not listening anymore because he’s pretty sure something’s on his back. Maybe being under a tree with a high probability of bugs was a bad idea. It’s sneaking down his back and he’s just about to shit his pants. He’s peering over his shoulder, and sure enough there’s a gigantic spider meandering along his shirt. 

The sound Dan makes is probably ungodly, maybe even enough for the hotel patrons to call the police. All of a sudden, he’s scrambling at his back, fighting off the spider like a knight in shining armor. Except he probably looks more like a jester doing some physical comedy.

Eventually, Dan can’t find the spider anymore and assumes he flung it off. Head back on his shoulders, Dan realizes his phone is decidedly not in his hand anymore.

A minute later, Dan’s on his knees when he finds his poor phone prostrate next to some of the garden rocks. He would give a pitiful moan in condolence if not for the scream he had made earlier and also the phone is still obviously working. In fact, the call is still running.

“-- something must have happened. So I guess since you’re not around I’ll just hang up. Call me when --”

“Phil! I’m here, don’t hang up.”

“Oh, Dan, are you okay?”

“Yeah… fine.”

“You’re not but what happened?”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise.”

“Promise.”

“A spider was on my back.”

Dan knows he promised, so Phil’s holding back his laugh. There’s probably a smile rolling behind his eyes and that grin he can’t exactly pull off his face where his tongue pokes out. But to his credit, Phil doesn’t actually laugh. Dan can hear a tremor of one behind Phil’s, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Fucking gigantic, I’m telling you. Monstrous.”

“Sure it wasn’t just a way to get off the phone?”

Phil’s teasing but Dan can’t stop his quick, “No!”

“Can’t get enough of me, then, I suppose.”

“... Maybe.”

They go on like that for God knows how long. They talk until it’s been five minutes of silence between the two of them, just aligning their breaths to each other’s. They don’t have anything else to talk about. Over an hour has passed. He won’t tell Phil the phone bill. Dan misses home and the rainy London weather and days on the couch and Phil. He wants to align with Phil’s breath while he’s laying on his chest.

“How dark is it outside?”

“It’s been dark for a while.” 

It’s quiet again and Dan can hear the bugs humming louder than before. He’ll be spending Christmas without Phil again. They’ve never really spent it together before. The fourth Christmas they’ll not be seeing each other. Dan desperately wants to change that but he does not have the faintest idea how to bring it up.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” 

Dan is not going to get sappy and start a scuffle over who misses the other more but he’s pretty sure he has the prize. He’s homesick.

“You watering your houseplants still?”

“Of course. Who do you think I am? A heathen?”

“You’d be surprised, babe.” 

They both know Dan’s too sleepy for this conversation if he’s started calling Phil ‘babe’ but they really don’t want to end the phone call. “You’ll have to go out into the garden more often. Good connection. No interruptions. Except that spider, what a cockblock.”

“After this phone call, I’m never gonna come back out here. No spiders please. I’ll just lean out my window.”

“Whatever suits you.” They’re really pulling for time now considering they’ve gotten to the point of discussing Dan’s future phone call locations.

“Well, I…”

“I know you’re tired, Dan. Go to sleep.” 

“Getting rid of me so soon?” The tease is flimsy at best.

They inevitably do say goodnight and the whole lot. Dan doesn’t even notice the dent in his phone from when he threw it until the next time Phil lights up his phone.

fin.

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