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livwritesstuff · 20 days
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Hazel posts a tiktok that she filmed in the backseat of Steve’s car, the camera flipped so Steve and Eddie are visible sitting in the front.
Hazel: Okay, there’s this trend on tiktok where you show your craziest “hear me out”.
Hazel: Like, a person you think is good-looking or whatever who you really shouldn’t think is good-looking, you know?
Eddie, with absolutely zero hesitation: Pop’s dad.
Hazel: Okay – well, no. A famous pers–
Steve: Wait, have you ever even seen my dad?
Eddie: Not the dad I’m talking about.
Hazel: Nevermind. I shouldn't have asked.
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sophiegoose · 9 months
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MJ: "This is my husband, Peter. And Peter's boyfriend, Miguel. And Miguel's boyfriend, also named Peter."
LEGO Spiderman, standing on Miguel's shoulder: "'sup?"
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nibeul · 10 months
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"In this reality, Aaron had to shake off his life of crime and become a surrogate father figure to Miles." ".. where it felt like Aaron and Miles G. Morales of Earth-42 [this reality’s counterpart to Miles Morales] are the only heroes." ".. [Miles] doesn't have superpowers, but he has fallen into the role of becoming the vigilante the Prowler, under the tutelage of his uncle Aaron."
inconsolable, actually
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foolsocracy · 10 months
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THIS WILL KILL ME, AND THEN I CAN STOP TRYING TO UNDERSTAND.
Ever think. About how Uncle Ben, Robbie, perhaps even his parents, almost Aunt May, how all of them died (or got close to dying) in some way fighting for what they believed in? Is that noble? Or is it just cruel? Is there honor in not breaking that cycle, following that path down the road to some assured demise, or are you being stupid? At the least, there has to be some sanctity, comfort, in knowing how it will end. Teeth bared, you will not go down easy, but you will go.
Of course! Aren't these questions not at the center of peter’s story? His world kicks down at everything and everyone. Having beliefs to fight for and to keep you alive are what gets you killed. They’re all executed, Ben and Urich and Robbie. They go where they’re not wanted and get specifically targeted & killed because of it. The comic starts off telling the audience if you’re too loud, if you believe in something better, you’re not going to make it through the night. It starts off with Urich telling Pete to keep his head down, your anger will be the death of you, and Urich is right. But he himself changes later, believes too strongly in something better, and is killed because of that.
The question: is it noble? Is it cruel? Yes. The universe is set up in a positive feedback loop. To be noble is to stand up for what’s right. To be noble is to place a target on your back and to accept that your time has already started running out. But to lose your life or to lose a loved one will always be cruel. It’s cruel and it’s not right, so you need to make a stand.
Is it stupid to essentially walk head first into a loaded gun? I feel like the comic asks this question in Eyes Without a Face. It ends with hopelessness, MJ saying things will get better and Peter disagreeing, saying it’ll only get worse. Peter is aware of that feedback loop; he loses everyone because of who they represent and who they fight for. Sure there are decent people, he says, but it’s the decent people who look the other way and allow cruelties to keep unfolding so they can remain alive. That in itself answers the question, I think. Being decent isn’t being good. Letting horrors occur so you won’t die doesn’t seem honorable. But sometimes I suppose the question then leads to: is honor more important than necessity? Is it wrong to want to live?
There isn’t a follow up to Eyes Without a Face even though it sets up so much. Peter is staring this question right in the face. How do you keep fighting when it will only get you killed? How can you believe in anything? The world is full of decent people who look the other way, of awful people who create terror, of good people who get slaughtered. Why fight? Why be the spider-man? The next volume had so much it could have grappled with. Does Pete continue to get more ruthless? Kill all the wrongdoers in his path? How does straying from Aunt May's declaration that she can't live in a world where people kill each other like animals impact him? He's walking on a dangerous ledge. If you're not ruthless, corruption will save those in power. If you're too ruthless, its an easy path towards having people fear you just as much as they fear those you fight against. "Kill people like animals" and you've estranged yourself from the last family member you have. Have mercy and watch those that family member die. There is no easy way out! You're losing yourself no matter which way you step.
On a personal, character level, I think you're right. I feel like this fire in him that was lit by his late family and his mentors and the people he loved along the way isn't something he wants to give up, despite his horrific odds of making it out okay in the end. Its a way to connect with them, knowing that a piece of them can still live on, even if just through him. And in a world in such turmoil and uncertainty, it has to be a comfort to know that yeah, this is the life laid out for me. He will go down just like ben parker, just like ben urich, just like robbie robertson.
But his story is a tragedy in every way, isn't it. Funny how an impending death is a part of what connects him to his deceased loved ones, when the spider god is there right beyond the veil waiting to bring him back the moment he's been snuffed out. I wonder how he'll take that.
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greenishghostey · 2 years
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Even more weirdly specific headcanons that have been rattling around in my head :)
tw: none!
Eddie enjoys olives a lot. Like the cheap, good kind you get in the huge jars that are mostly salt. Eating them like a raccoon at 2 am on a Wednesday. 
Eddie has a collection of “inappropriate” shirts. He just finds them and has accumulated over the years. Some examples are:
A white t-shirt that just has the word “piss” written across the front in black sharpie. 
A shirt from some Bible Camp that a counsellor donated to a thrift store. It’s got something like “Team JESUS!” or “Jesus ROCKS” on it.
A t-shirt that says “World’s Best Grandpa”, I feel like this one would have been a gift.
Eddie can do magic tricks. Wayne got him a magic kit for Christmas when he was 9 or 10 and he’s been committed ever since. Card tricks, making stuff float, sleight of hand, he can do it all. 
Eddie has to fix his bangs every morning. I have bangs, it’s torture and there’s no way he doesn’t have to blow dry them down and fix them.
Eddie has a tramp stamp tattoo that he got on a dare. It’s a kinda big blacked-out star. 
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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year
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Yosano novel wheeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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yourmusicmuse · 26 days
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Dear Beyond The Spider-Verse Team:
PLEASE HAVE A REEVE CARNEY CAMEO/SPIDER-MAN: TURN OFF THE DARK REFERENCE IN THE MOVIE
One line!! That's all I need!! You have the chance to be so iconic here besties
You were originally gonna have a TOTD reference in ITSV, but it didn't fit- and that's okay! BUT PLEASE GUYS IT'S THE OPPORTUNITY OF ALL TIME 🙏
Also, Spider-Verse fans, if this is how you learn there was a Spider-Man musical? Please do have fun reading about it, it's an absolute train wreck and it's all the more reason to have a reference ❤
Sincerely, Ari the TOTD Advocate
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whirlwiinded · 1 year
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Poisoned by the dragon, the little archon roamed the nation. His anger and frustrations festering the longer time went on.
After everything he's done for Mondstadt, how hard he fought for their happiness. Only to be tossed aside and so easily forgotten. They had their freedom, what use was he to them now, anyway?
Ungrateful. Ungrateful. Ungrateful.
He would show them. He would show all of them the consciousness of turning your back on your archon.
Even with the poison, he still enjoyed his trickery, but perhaps to the wrong person, those tricks could turn deadly.
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downs1de · 23 hours
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@popularmxnster
"Jesus—"
House stands still at the door to Exam Room 1, the patient's medical chart in one hand and his cane in the other.
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"You look like crap."
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manslaught · 2 months
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WARPAINTE > MANSLAUGHT.
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harpiesgonewild · 7 months
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My sillies have arrived at the Spiderweb Gala, and shenanigans will ensue
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hazbins-n-hellborns · 4 months
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Indie rp and ask blog for handful of muses from HH and HB series. Loved by Beanie, will follow back from @peppy-jester
Mun is +30 years old. This blog is not for minors and is mutuals only.
Rules / Muse List / Mun / About Robo Fizz (Flux)
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csial · 7 months
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THE HYDRO ARCHON OF LIYUE.
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Victory was supposed to taste sweet, and yet there is a bitterness that sits in Osial's throat, tightening his chest, as he cradles the gnosis on his palm. The ground quakes, rumblings of something confined deep in abyssal depths, held at bay until their business can be finished. A contract of ancient creatures determined to deny death now lies in tatters before the final victor, the blood stained pages his reminder of his betrayal.
This is the verse where Osial wins, but the victory is not as sweet as he thought it might be. It begins at Havria's death, when the loss of the one he calls friend churns the seas and coerces this ancient god to give into his worst instincts. What follows is a more aggressive front, a cruel offence to ensure he is not swallowed into Morax's victories. And it ends with the summoning of those left, who are too weak to face Morax alone, putting a proposal before them. Why should we give way to the land when the sea will always consume it in the end? Let us unite and drown the earth he stands upon, swallow his cities and nations in our tides, ensure that the rage of the sea is known?
And enough agree to form an alliance to defeat Morax, waiting for the opportune moment. Though Osial knows not one of them will survive, for they are his fodder to weary his foe until he can seal him away.
On a battlefield of their blood and anguished cries he does as much, luck or fortune giving him but a brief moment when continuous battle has wearied Morax enough to catch him offguard. A prison beneath the waves, where even the greatest quakes will be consumed by the current becomes the home of Morax, and though his losses are great Osial is undettered, finishing the last who oppose to claim Celestia's crown.
A pity the weight of the crown is not one he was meant to bear. A pity it be ill suited to his disposition.
Liyue grows, as civilisation does, but its people are different. A nation of seafarers and pirates, those who follow the old ways of Morax and Guizhong seeking harbour where Osial's waters cannot touch with ease, though he does bring the floods in his struggles to manage their defiance. The people of Osial are not prosperous but seaworn and tough, wary of outsiders, and holding respect for the sea above all others. Eventually trade grows, the need for more settlements takes them inland, but there is no Liyue Harbour as we know it.
And all the while Osial resents the fact he cannot feel pride in his victory. No matter how many battles he wins, how powerful he grows with the belief of his power, there is something fundamentally wrong. Something that draws him back to the one he keeps beneath the waves, visiting in search of the answer as to why this is wrong, without asking the question.
In the modern day Osial walks among the people in his human form, and appears before them in his god vessel. He does not make the deal with The Tsaritsa for the gnosis, for he will not part with the thing that he fought to claim. It would make things certainly interesting on how that all plays out.
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INFO:
Osial is the archon, he defeated Morax by setting aside his pride and allying with others who also wanted to resist Morax. What he did not tell them was he intended to use them all as fodder to see the other fall.
Osial does not kill Morax, for he knows that killing a god is dangerous. He uses an old seal instead to keep him imprisoned within his realm. Morax has freedom within the space he is confined to but the only one who can visit is Osial.
Beisht was a casualty of Osial's campaign. He gave up everything to get the gnosis.
Carrying the weight of being the archon sits ill with Osial. It's an itch beneath the skin he cannot settle, a heavy burden that weighs on his shoulders. He will not admit to it, because to admit to it would mean he gave up everything for nothing. Unfortunately that means the brunt of his feelings is taken by either the humans or Morax is he visits him.
Osial suffers from the even when I have him imprisoned and sealed he's laughing at me attitude towards Morax. It makes his interactions cruel at times, though he can also be entirely despondant sitting for times without saying a word.
As power grows with belief, he is much stronger in this verse, for even those who choose to still follow Morax fear him and think of him.
I would imagine Xiao, in this verse, acts as the protector of the people of Morax (though of course it is up to those who rp Xiao). The adepti were given the choice to bow to Osial or see their lands consumed by the sea. Most chose neutrality out of practicality.
In my head this means that Fontaine has a geo archon instead (Navia? dsfhdskj ) but there could be possibilities for various shuffles elsewhere. I'd be happy to plot out connections.
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mx-von-rosewald · 3 months
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- rp blog for Kanae von Rosewald from Tokyo Ghoul:re - - written by Jackie - - rules - about - verses -
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handgiven · 5 months
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oh it’d be nice, to walk into his brother’s house and deliver himself into open arms; to watch the humans stumble, side-by-side, and think on newborn foals as they learn to stand. but cain had to kill abel to properly provide the lesson, and if all anyone chooses to remember is the sorrow of the sheep as they looked to where their tender lay, then manny will be the one to remind them of the weight of the rock as it struck.
freudian angels, feat. constantine. / @debtsunpaid @talentforlying
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abrasife · 6 months
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@unladielike * ✶ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫
Ah, he probably bothered her at a bad time. Still, there was really no way to make himself known without things getting a little awkward here or there. Yes, Reanne had told him to keep an eye out for her, but that didn't necessarily mean she told Vivian to keep an eye out for him in return. And it seemed that would be the case—this girl apparently knew nothing of him.
God, why was she like this? He almost wanted to death glare her nonexistent presence right now. She always told him to say 'hi' if he ran into her crowd but never bothered to let them know of his name or existence properly. Maybe it was her way of getting back at him for never bringing her up in conversation with his circle (not that he really had one as of late).
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❝ Well, she likes to introduce her friends to me, ❞ Keith explained as he subtly raised his eyebrows. Shifting the plastic bag he was holding by the arm to his working hand, the boy rerouted the conversation to introduce himself as it seemed Reanne really hadn't properly acquainted them (seriously, what was she doing?), ❝ and since she apparently didn't mention my name, I'm Keith. ❞
Note to self: refuse the next commission request that girl gives him even if she offers to pay double.
Tilting his head to the side, he briefly took in Vivian's appearance. She did carry a similar feel to Ophelia appearance-wise with a more simple and comfortable look, and Reanne got along with her as far as he knew, but—did she really get along with Vivian in the same way? Reanne was not the type to befriend many, but maybe the autopilot sounding talk of this girl was what helped her vibe so to speak? Honestly, why did he always have to question the people she somehow befriended? It was like some old habit that simply wouldn't die.
Partially folding his arms over each other as he committed her face to memory, he spoke a thought aloud, ❝ How did you two even meet anyway? For some reason, I doubt she would've approached you first. ❞
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