#daypass

[cantwaittomissthatone]

Vacation Destination // #🧜🏾‍♂️🧜🏽‍♀️ . . . #AtlantisBahamas #BeachLife #CrystalClearWaters #SunnyDay #travelphotography #makingmemories #daypass #naturallight #summer_time #instagood (at Atlantis Paradise Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfrWYU3uZ3Y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#🧜🏾‍♂️🧜🏽‍♀️ #atlantisbahamas #beachlife #crystalclearwaters #sunnyday #travelphotography #makingmemories #daypass #naturallight #summer_time #instagood

[sidheboggle]

I don't like the person I am rn but sometimes you have to adopt the annoying hypergamy girl mentality to survive. Like the whole have a side piece never get attached men ain't shit etc etc type shit because if you don't you're so fucked in this economic/social climate and frankly I just refuse to be a victim about this relationship or like. My life rn anymore lol

I really don't like seeing people as disposable and out to get me when they do silly things or refuse to do things I consider bare minimum for relationship upkeep. And I do owe many people (offline and off) my thanks and mutual support for their support and feedback. I don't plan to not see him as a friend, to see my mom as her own person, my grandma as her own person, to discredit online friendships etc etc BUT.

I just need way more of a personal compass and more experience using my resources, including the ways people use each other. And like, maybe this is just how things are and I'm just now discovering it but it sucks. But if I'm not getting emotional fulfillment then at least material help with shallow/one sided connections helps ease that sting and helps me nab it later :/

#ramblings #it's unfortunate but asking a ''bf'' for $30 for a daypass is just. a little too good to break up #or just. let go of. it sucks but at least I get food and money out of him #I'm a fucking asshole but if I keep wanking over the emotional shit I'll miss out on the other benefits of the connection

[twinkubus]

i dreamt i was swimming the other night and i keep remembering the sensation. have got to swim soon

#going to a gym near me and seejng if the daypass is cheap #lll

[aiiaiiiyo]

#My boyfriend's Great-Granddad circa 1930s #Daypasser #oldschool

[lovevalley45]

frankly. hardwon being dead is almost funnier than him being alive bc then it's like.. that man could be in three different afterlives. like yeah u could run into him somewhere on the continent in bahumia in life but it's like playing whack-a-mole trying to find him in death

#alli says shit #could be with his mama in shadowfell his dad in kord's fuckin hall idk or with his ex in moridin's forge #like i doubt he ended up in shadowfell but. he seems like he's got a daypass there. lydia's at kord's hall like let my son fucking visit me #lydia: *henry hogfish voice* WHERE IS MY SON

[mirrored-movements]

There's a Problem

(Miguel O'hara x reader)

Synopsis: Miguel is turned into a cat by a villain, Peter and Jess need someone to watch him until they find out how to fix it- this is where you come in, however, they neglect to mention that Miguel is the cat you're now tasked with looking over.

Warnings: None, lack of romance tbh but still kinda cute

“What’s the problem? Where’s the emergency?” Arriving at HQ out of breath and half put together you leaned against the doorway to the meeting room, mask to your costume in hand as you felt there wasn’t enough time to put it on.

“(Y/N)! Thank god you’re here.” Peter’s robe-clad form right away came over to greet you, the man's arm moving behind your shoulder to bring you farther into the room. “We had er- a little problem.”

Raising a brow you side-eyed him, gaze briefly spotting Jess also occupying the room, the woman's arms folded as her head shook from side to side in some sort of impatiens.

“Problem? What do you mean by problem? I thought there was an emergency.”

“Well I mean it’s kind of an-” “We need you to look after something for a bit,” Cutting the man off Jess spoke, the woman's loud voice quickly cutting through the air as she’d rounded a table. “Think of it like a mission.”

“Alright,” Somewhat following along you watched the woman with a skeptical stare. “What do you need me to do?”

She seemed the finally pause, her form kneeling a bit in order to pull something out from underneath the table. “We need you to watch him for a bit.” Rising back up she seemed to hold out a cat?

The fluffy brown feline seemed more than displeased with being held, it’s equally as fluffy tail swishing back and forth angrily.

“A cat? You need me to watch a cat?” Knitting your brows together you watched the two respond with a nod, the animal being placed back onto the floor where it begrudgingly trotted over occupying the empty space in front of you.

“Yes well,” Peter paused upon feeling the intense stare Jess had given him, the man releasing a laugh. “Yeah, we need you to watch him, very important and whatnot.”

Blinking while trying to process what was being said you sucked in a breath letting out a sigh; kneeling down you held out a hand towards the cat trying to beckon it over. “Does it have a name?”

“Mig-” “His names Mog.” Cutting Peter off Jess nodded her head. “We’ll pick him up later, but until then we just need someone we trust to look after him.”

You thought it was strange how they both spoke about the feline and how they chose you out of everyone to watch said feline, seemed a bit fishy. “Couldn’t you have gotten one of the others to watch him?”

Peter’s hand came quickly to rest on your shoulder. “Miguel trusts you and therefore thats why we figured you’d be the best choice.” Turning his head a bit he added on quietly so that only you could hear. “And we all know how you li-”

“Ok ok, I’ll take care of the cat.” Shoving the brunette away you let out a huff. “Jeez can’t tell you people anything.” 

“You’re a saint.”

Rolling your eyes you moved to pick up the cat, your hands coming to wrap around it despite how reluctant it seemed. “Yeah yeah whatever.” Shaking your head once more you turned to head out of the office, cat in hand as you muttered to yourself. “Basically blackmail.”

“They so owe me.”

Taking a moment to see that the cat had a mere daypass wrapped around it’s neck like a collar you made the decision to just bring it back to your apartment. The animal seeming less tense once you’d made it out of HQ however it still refused to leave the spot on your couch that you’d sat him on.

You’ve had cats a few times growing up, however, this one just felt different from any cat you’d met.

“You are- certainly something Mog.” Finding yourself kneeling before him to stare into his little face your eyes took in the strange colour of his eyes, the brown colour was mainly present however near the center it seemed to become a ruby hue.

Pointing a finger towards the cat you held it up to him, trying to see if he’d rub into it like any other cat- however, he just raised a paw to push your hand away, tail flicking back and forth.

After a few more failed attempts to coax the cat into doing cat like things, you’d inevitably given up. Hand raising to rub the bridge of your nose as you’d mindlessly flicked on the TV to some random channel.

It was beyond your comprehension as to why Jess and Peter had a cat in HQ appart from spider-cat, and to ask you to watch it nonetheless?

Wild.

Figuring you’d leave the cat to do his own thing you trailed into your room, falling face first onto the bed intent on the possability of taking a nap.

Remaining on the couch for a few minutes the felines gaze trailed around the room, little knick knacks and picture frames littered the small space, as did a random assortment of blankets. There was the smell of vanilla in the air, presumably from a wax warmer however he’d also noted how you carried that scent as well.

Hopping off the couch he crept towards the rest of the room, eyes taking in the rest of the apartment as well as the little things that seemed to make it unique. Stupid little stickers were stuck in random places and he could tell some of the posted noted stuck to the fridge were from the youth of the spider society.

You did like to take care of everyone.

Taking a moment to stare at each note he eventually trotted towards where he assumed your room was, the curtains had been closed leaving only a sliver of sunlight to shine in.

Finding that the room was just as decorated as the rest of the apartment he moved towards the desk, the newfound cat agility making it easier to hop onto the surface. Gaze right away moving towards a turned off laptop.

He shouldn’t.

But, he’s good at keeping secrets so…

With the tap of a paw on the trackpad the device lit up, no password seemed to inhibit anyone from accessing the device which was both a good thing and bad thing. Good in that he didn’t need a password but bad because anyone could access it and see the photos you’d used as your wallpaper- each having a different member of the spider society.

Somehow navigating the mouse he tapped a few things opening up one of the photos, the title of it being ‘the loml’.

What did loml mean?

Sitting there for a good few minutes he gave up, attention moving to some more photos you’d taken, each having similar labels.

A disgruntled growl left the feline, his paws nearing the edge of the desk where he’d leaped from landing on the bed with a silent thump. Each paw moved with careful precision as he neared where your face was, a series of meows with the intent to wake you up leaving him.

Cracking your eyes open at the sound you let out a low groan, “Didn’t like what was on TV?” sarcastically asking that Mog merely meowed once more, his little snout jutting afterwards towards where your computer was.

Squinting a little bit to note what he was trying to get at you glanced towards the cat once more- there was something certainly strange about this particular brown cat. Your spider senses have been off the hook since leaving HQ however you just figured this is why a normal person couldn’t just take him in.

Sitting up you rose up from the bed, hands pulling out the chair tucked beneath your desk all the while Mog trailed over as well, the feline popping up onto your thigh quickly to peer over the surface.

“Did you open some stuff?” Tiling your head down while asking that you shook the thought away, reminding yourself that a cat couldn’t talk. 

Brown and red hues stared up at you almost innocently, a sort of expectation followed after as though he were asking you what was going on on the screen.

Shifting to sit more comfortably you raised a hand pointing towards the screen, “This one’s me,” You pointed towards the left side, “And this one is Miguel.” Your hand trailed to the right towards where the less than enthusiastic man stood. “He looks really crabby but he can be nice when he wants to.”

Glancing down you took note of how the cat’s whiskers twitched at your answer, dual-toned gaze returning towards the desk where he then hopped onto, head rubbing the corner of the screen where the title of the document rested.

“Sometimes I think he carries too much.” Mindlessly musing that out you let out an airy laugh, the cat's attention seemingly solely focused on you now, as if trying to get you to continue with that train of thought.

Which you did.

“I know he’s  got it rough, but I mean- I just don’t think anyone should deal with that alone- right?” You stared at the brown animal almost expectantly, hand coming to brush through your hair quickly. “I guess they say animals are the best listeners.”

Taking in your words he let out a trilling noise, stepping towards the edge of the desk where he seemingly nodded his head up and down.

Reaching out a part of you felt happy when Mog had let you gently pet his head, fingers scratching the side of his face softly.

“You’re so cute.” Cooing softly you continued to pet the cat only pausing once you felt that it was enough, you couldn’t afford to get attached to the animal knowing that Jess or Peter would be dropping by later in the evening to pick him back up.

Perking up a little Mog turned his head towards something shiny off to the side, his tail swishing back and forth as he tried to figure out what exactly was wrapped around one of the many water bottles scattered around your room.

Noting where he was looking you let out a soft laugh, body rising from the chair in order to bring the bottle over taking off the item of interest.

It was a bracelet.

“Made this for someone but I don’t think he’d want it,” Taking the bracelet off the bottle you held it in your hand to show Mog, “He’d not really the accessory type.”

There was a sort of bitterness to your words; there were many occasions that you’d tried to get in the good graces of the leader of the Spider-society, and despite the insistence from Peter that you were liked- it didn’t quite feel that way.

“Whatever though, here let's hide that day pass for now.” Making sure that the bracelet wasn’t too small or too big you slid it over Mogs face happy that he seemed to let you, the item now sitting neatly around his neck. “So handsome.” Cooing once again a smile gradually broke out among your face.

Taking in your expression Mog let out a churr, the noise causing your smile to widen.

---

“-and then Hobi and I got stuck on the train, honestly have no clue what happened after that but the mission ended pretty quick. He’s not great with damage control though so we got an earful back at HQ.” Finishing your story absentmindedly you continued moving throughout the kitchen.

Yourself and Mog having migrated there after lingering in your room a while longer.

“Oh my god and Miguel- so we were both like absolutely coated in mud and whatnot and didn’t think about the mess it'd track in- so he absolutely reamed us out.” You laughed briefly at the memory lips curling up into a smile. “Although I do think Hobi got the brunt of the scolding.”

Taking a moment you thought back to that day, recalling how you’d been able to avoid most of the yelling and instead were told to just go and clean up.

Maybe Peter was right to some extent.

With a sigh you paused whatever you were doing, arms folding over one another as you leaned onto the counter that Mog sat on.

“You’re a good listener.” Turning your head to the feline you extended a hand finding that he allowed you to pet the back of his head once again.

Taking a moment you turned, both hands coming to squish Mogs little face pressing a quick peck to the top of his head. “If Jess and Peter weren’t coming to get you I’d a hundred percent just take you in.”

At the mention of leaving Mog let out a huff, his tail swishing back and forth as though he himself didn’t want to leave.

It was homey here, you were homey.

Deciding that you weren’t hungry anymore, you’d moved to scoop the cat off the counter, holding him within your arms much like how one would hold a baby.

“Let’s go watch some Netflix or something- they updated black mirror.”

—-

The quiet atmosphere of your apartment was interrupted briefly as an orange glowing portal illuminated the room, Peter’s form stepping out.

“(Y/N)? I’m here to pick up the cat.” Calling out into the apartment the man let out a sigh upon hearing no response, slipper-clad feet scuffling across the floor towards the open doorway at the end of the hall. “(Y/N)?”

Hesitantly peeking into the room the man let out a soft laugh, his eyes took in the way you and the cat sat.

Your laptop had been sat on the covers in front of you, all the while you laid on your side, one hand resting over the brown feline as he himself curled up comfortably.

“Knew it.” Holding himself back from fist pumping the air he trailed towards the two, hand reaching over you in order to poke the sleeping feline.

A low Murr left him before he rose his small head, eyes landing on Peter.

“Come on, we gotta go.”

Almost reluctantly slipping out from beneath your hand the cat gave a short stretch inevitably leaving with Peter.

It was a few hours later that you’d begun to stir, the feeling of something heavy sitting along the edge of the bed barely registering in your mind.

Rubbing your eyes with a yawn you’d sat up, joints cracking in response.

“Sleep well?”

Jumping at the voice your head snapped around, eyes landing on the corner of your bed where the form of Miguel surprisingly leaned on.

The head of his suit was deactivated leaving his face readable.

“Yeah yeah, it was good- er what are you doing here?” Having stood up from the bed trying to make yourself a little more presentable a sheepish smile crept across your face. Your eyes briefly flickered around the room in search of a certain feline.

“Just wanted to give my thanks.”

Blinking in response to what he was saying you opened your mouth to question the statement, pausing once he’d raised a hand to display his wrist.

A bracelet was wrapped around the blue and red suit, the bracelet you’d put on Mog.

Wait.

“Hold on- you,” Pointing a finger at the man you pieced your thoughts together; Jess and Peter keeping this hush-hush, you being tasked with pet sitting, the cat having the same striking pair of eyes that Miguel did- 

You were so dumb.

“Let’s just keep that between the four of us,” Noting how you’d pieced things together he let out a hum, head shaking from side to side a little in a sort of amusement.

Running the palms of your hands down your face the tips of your ears burned, your form face plant back into the bed with a muffled groan.

Head popping up briefly to speak, “Can we also forget the last few hours? For humility’s sake?”

At the mention of that, the edges of his lips quirked up head tilting back to regard you with a teasing smile. “Why? Am I not handsome anymore?” He couldn’t help himself in commenting that, the man chuckling softly as more groans arose from you.

Deciding to continue on he leaned over a bit hovering above where your head was, “Not cute? No more praise for being a good listener?” At the sound of you muttering something incoherent he couldn’t help but grin, eyes taking in the way you hid yourself.

Moving so that he could kneel on the floor at the foot of your bed his hands reached out to press against the sides of your face pulling it out from within the covers, an obvious embarrassed look covered your face.

“Really though, you could say this was…eye opening.” Resting his chin onto the covers he stared into your eyes, a genuine look of gratitude crossing his features followed by a hum. “However I do disagree with being crabby- I like to think I'm more work-oriented,” Taking a moment to think he added on, thumbs both coming to brush against your cheeks. “But, maybe I do have too much on my plate.”

Giving your face a gentle squeeze he pulled back, hands moving to rest against his hips as a new question dawned on him.

“Now answer me this, what does loml mean and why did you label all our photos with that?”

-------

<Unedited>

Anyways this idea was from one of my Instagram mutuals so if it's ass- blame them

#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #× reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o 'hara #across the spider verse spoilers #across the #spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #smatsv #atsvx reader #spiderman × reader #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #spiderman into the spiderverse #spider man x you #spider man x y/n #2099 #beyond the spiderverse #atsv miguel #spiderverse imagine #miguel spiderman #miguel #spiderman 2099 #atsv imagines #sony spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers

[despairots]

━━━━━━━━ middle of june.

earth1610! miles morales x gn! spidey! reader. fluff and some crack. omg guys its the middle of june, u know what that means 🙏 also sorry for not posting yesterday, i had a trip to mandarin with my classes to celebrate and i was so drained yesterday that i didn’t make a oneshot LMFAOO. please take this as an apology.

my writing sucks so take this while i do my laundry. also about requests too, i’ve gotten some inappropriate requests about miles and like i said, i won’t be doing those and your request will be deleted. so please, keep some of your stuff to yourself and request those to others please!

where you, earth 0161, visit miles on earth 1610 on the middle of june to celebrate the song as a joke to which leaves miles confuzzled on why you decided to plan a date to your dimension and have a little sight seeing.

“miles. miles!” you stared down at his sleeping figure as you sat at the side of the bed, your spider costume on with a sweater over it. miles blinked his eyes opened before he saw you.

he jumped up in surprise with a yelp as he backed up, “[name]! [name]?” he nervously chuckled watching you smile. “long time no see, miles.” you chuckled, standing up to sit at his desk.

“but we just saw eachother 5 days ago-“

“feels like 5 years to me.” you joked and shrugged, hearing miles shuffle around his bed before footsteps and finally arms wrapping around your neck as his head rested against your shoulder.

“why are you here?” miles kissed the suit of your neck, his voice coming out muffled, “you don’t want me here?” you toned down your soft, the tone wanting miles to cuddle you instantly.

“stop putting words into my mouth, mi vida.” he groaned at your joking nature, hearing your sweet laughter.

“i know, cariño. i just wanted to see my boyfriend.” you pecked the side of his cheek.

you looked at the window, an idea in mind (going on a date with miles still in mind), “wanna go out for a little swing?”

turning around with a mischievous smile and glint in your eyes, miles looked at his window too before looking back at you with the same look as yours, “why not?”

“the food in your dimension is so delicious!” you ranted, licking the rest of the flavour of your finger tips as your other hand shooting the webs out, matching with miles’ speed.

miles smiled, clearly enjoying your presence around him as you talked about his dimension and how much you loved being in it aswell.

“i really wish i was born in this dimension.” your small little comment made miles’ stomach flutter, watching you do tricks as he followed you with delight and a look of adoration and admiration in his eyes.

you let go of your web, landing on top of a building and pulled off your mask, breathing heavily as you admire the view of brooklyn.

miles landed a little further then you, admiring the view which was you.

even if you two were from completely different dimensions, having one of eachother in both of your universe who have died, you two still fell for eachother again.

there would always be you and him in every dimension, and in every one of them, one of you would die but not this one, not this time line.

“[name], i want to tell you something-“ miles opened his mouth before stopping when he felt you hug him.

you backed up with a childish smile, “sorry for interrupting you but wanna know why i came?” miles playfully rolled his eyes and chuckled, “tell me.” the childish tone in his voice made you blush.

“it’s the middle of june, you know what that means.” miles had to process it before looking at you with a ‘are you kidding me’ look, you nodded and smiled.

“which means,” you opened a portal to your dimension, miles’ jaw slacking as you nudged him with your elbow, “wanna come to my dimension?”

you slid a daypass bracelet (so he wouldn’t glitch) on his wrist before jumping into the portal with him.

he screamed, flustered by the fact that his partner is hearing him scream like a girl. before miles knew it, he was in your dimension as he watched in admiration.

you watched him take off his mask, watching the night sky in your dimension to which you could actually see the stars.

“[name], you’re dimension is…” he looked at you before he felt you give him a warm, chaste kiss. he closed his eyes and placed his hands on your cheek, he really loved you.

you pulled away in embarrassment, looking down to hide your flustered state and compose yourself. you awkwardly coughed in the fist of your hand and looked back at him.

“i have something to show then you can tell me on what you tried to say back in your dimension.” you winked at him, leaning back off the building and shooting a web.

miles smiled like an idiot as he followed, “where are we going?” he questioned, not having a reply he grew more confused then he originally was when you came to visit.

when miles wasn’t looking, you can’t giving him a side glance to make sure he was still with you, the sudden memory of him dying repeating in your head.

you shook it off as your destination came closer, “over here, miles!” he looked over at you, watching you swing to your right and up a big building.

miles followed along, you walking to the other side of the edge, showing him your little picnic date on top of this random building.

“i love you so much, amor.” he grinned and hugged you, spinning you around in his arms as laughter filled the air. “i love you too, cariño.” you whispered into his air.

after settling down, you leaned against his arm with music playing in the background on low volume, staring down at your city that you saved countless times.

“what’s that thing you wanted to tell me?”

“just wanted to let you know that your the best thing that has ever happened to me.” you blushed profusely, miles watching you stumble upon your words with a smirk knowing how easy you get flustered by him.

“i’m never coming to your dimension again!”

#kaz. 💫 #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales #spiderman into the spiderverse #fluff #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles #earth 1610 miles morales #spidey reader #spiderman #spiderman reader

[weebsinstash]

Actually seeing Across The Spiderverse in its entirety has both enhanced and ruined my ability to appreciate Miguel because on one hand, yes he can be your ultra serious daddy dom who's scary as fuck and grabs you by the chin and says dramatic shit, all on his "you'll never leave me mi amor" shit people like

But ALSO when you watch the movie and see how bitterly sarcastic he is, it's like, if you're telling Miguel he's an evil piece of shit and you'll never love him and hes a despicable monster, he'll just stand there looking directly in your eyes as he sips from his 5th cup of coffee that day and just quips "well, looks like you're stuck with me so i guess that sucks for you" and calls the shock collar/tracking device/daypass that never lets you leave Spider Society HQ "the thingy"

You: --and you're such an evil fucking dickbag, faking remorse over these horrible situations you're forcing people into, you're despicable, I bet canon events aren't even real and you're just doing all of this to make yourself feel good--

Miguel: *humming and nodding and saying 'uh huh' like he's listening just to piss you off but your words dont phase him at all*

You: --and the tostadas you made for dinner last night were so fucking dry--

Miguel, immediately offended: Lyla, activate the thingy

Miguel as he watches you convulse on the floor, casually sipping his coffee: guess we're both having a bad day today, huh? Feel like behaving yourself yet?

[candyfloss-esophagus]

what really fucks me up is the line 'i didn't know they made those in adult sizes' from peter b referring to the daypass that miles is wearing so that he doesn't. yk. die a horrible death immediately after setting foot in hq. it seems like a throwaway funnyman comment at first but then you realise that miles is really wearing an adult-sized bracelet. because presumably the only other person who needs one or is relevant to the movie is mayday. a toddler. a literal baby. miles, not half an hour before, had a conversation with jeff and rio and insisted that he was an adult and they needed to stop babying him. he was exasperated and, yeah, i get that. everyone is constantly demeaning and belittling miles for his age, calling him 'kid', trying to shelter him or purely underestimating him. he's at that weird in-between stage of his life where everyone insists he has to grow up and 'act his age' while simultaneously keeping kid locks on everything he tries to reach. that adult daypass is an outright mockery of the watch that would give him his freedom and allow him to really spread his wings and grow into himself and i'm so emotionally bitter about that.

#miles morales #god it just hits me right where it hurts #miles morales meta #atsv meta #atsv #esophagus speaks #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #meta #spiderverse miles #spiderverse meta #peter b. parker #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #rio morales #jeff morales

[miguel-miggy-ohara]

The O'Hara family

Not satisfied with giving Miguel two children, he now had three.

A variant of Gabriella who stole a daypass and clung to Tyler after her dimension collapsed because of Spot.

She was raised by Tyler and Miguel, even if it still fills Miguel with severe guilt, he is trying.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #spiderman #spidersona #atsv #atsv au #spidermana cross the spiderverse #fantart #fanchildren #gabriella o’hara #alternate universe #night #city #city night #night time #family #family bonding #miguel x oc

[ask-lyla]

[ On a singular daypass, Lyla shows up. ]

@sakuramochibun sweetheart?

[darksidescorner]

Help why am I imagining Alleycat from Persona 5 playing as Miguel thinks about Gabi. It's SO deliciously sad

(I didn't know I'd be writing a blurb today. Not proofread, I'm sorry. Lemme tag it real quick: Angst, no comfort, no happy ending, Gabrielle)

I think about that song often anyways. It's so somber and sad in all the right ways. It gives me such powerful ideas for art. Ones that I swear I can see the composition of, and I can't see anything in my head. I don't think in pictures, yet this is a song I can see up there.

I'm imagining Miguel sat in his home, the lights are dim as it pours rain into the night. I'm imagining him holding up a holographic picture frame, and just sinking into the couch. I'm imagining how cold the colors are, and how even Gabi is a cold orange.

I'm imagining Miguel's face as he remembers everything. It's not guilt anymore, it's paralyzing grief. I'm imagining the sad smile he wears as he thinks of her before hugging the frame and letting the tears flow. I'm imagining how he hates himself for crying, because it doesn't help. It won't bring her back. It doesn't make him feel better. Its not an efficient use of his time. And yet, he can't help but cry. It's all he can do.

He can't bring her back. Maybe if he were just a little faster, he could have gotten Gabi through the portal. If he were a little quicker, maybe he could have gotten that daypass on her. If he were just a little smarter, he could have foreseen this coming. If he were a little stronger, he could have stopped the void from closing in on her.

If he were a little more, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

They say glitching is painful. Incredibly painful. It throws you off balance, knocks the air out of your chest, and breaks your cells down. Spiders and anomalies alike say it's the most painful thing they've ever experienced. That they'd rather die than do it again. It leaves you with a lasting headache and nausea. It leaves you woozy.

Miguel has never had the displeasure of experiencing that. But you know who did? Gabrielle.

His guilt makes him nauseous. His little girl, experiencing the most painful thing in the multiverse, and dying from it. It should have been him. He's dead no matter what. His spirit died with Gabrielle. It's floating through the void, the crushing weight of all that has happened to him. Of all that he caused. It twists him and rips him apart like he's a piece of paper.

And yet he carries on. Not because of any determination or willingness to, but because he's in limbo. Time will move forward no matter what, but he is stuck. He's frozen in time, on the day his baby died. So when he wakes up the next morning, and Gabrielle is nowhere to be seen, he's struck with the reality that it isn't a bad dream. His grief is him.

And so, life moves on, but he does not.

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Man this went from me trying to describe the visual I see in regards to Miguel from that song, to a blurb of guilt and sadness. GoddAYUM was it fun to write.

To anyone reading: play Persona 5 Royal if you have access to it. It is such a good story. That shit changed my life. Literally message me to talk about it. Spam my inbox about it. Ask me about how to get the 3rd Semester. I'll answer literally any question about it so that you don't Google it and get spoiled. I would rather get spammed questions about a character than have someone get spoiled something important.

@pinkpinkspidey

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[thewistlingbadger]

The more I think about it, the more I come to this conclusion:

Mayday is NOT Peter's child. Let me explain.

1. The timeline

A pregnancy lasts 9 months. Across the spiderverse takes place a year and 4 months after Into the spiderverese. That means that the MAXIMUIM age that Mayday could be is 7 months old. This straight up just doesn't track. Mayday is far too advanced mentally and physically. Her hair is too long, she has too many teeth, and she's incredibly mobile. She looks and acts more like a child that's a year and a half.

This isn't the only flaw in the timeline, the relationship between Peter and MJ also doesn't fit the timeline. They have been divorced for years and haven't seen each other since the divorce. To tell me that the SECOND they see each other, they fuck? That's not only bullshit, but if it is true, then that is hella concerning imo!

Also, I don't really understand why MJ, as a mother, would let Peter take her 7 month year old to another universe, where MJ would have no idea what's going on. Mayday has clearly been to spider society several times, the daypass was seemingly made for her and hobie and Miguel are comfortable around her.

2. Genetics

Mayday is a white little girl with long red hair, blue eyes, freckles, and a button nose. She looks exactly like MJ, and nothing like Peter. Literally, she shares no physical features with Peter. Is that impossible? No, it's just incredibly odd, not to mention a literal statistical wonder. (Brown hair and brown eyes are dominant genes, and only 0.17% of the world's population has BOTH blue eyes and red hair.

Counterpoints:

1. Her name

Her name being Mayday suggests that she is named after Peter's aunt May. However, May was there for MJ and treated her like her own, so who's to say that MJ wouldn't name her child after here? It also could be possible that she isn't named after May anyway. Her last name could be Parker because it is still MJ's last name even after the divorce, or it could be Parker because Peter is her adoptive father.

2. Her powers

Mayday has a webshooter that Peter made and can crawl on walls. We don't know if Spider powers are genetic, or if they would present themselves at such a young age. It also could be that her crawling on the wall is a biproduct of being in a different universe or being near all the other spiderpeople. Also, we know that there are multiple Spidermen, so even if she does have powers, that doesn't necessarily mean Peter is the father.

Conclusion:

For me personally, what makes the most sense is that MJ had a child while she was divorced from Peter. Peter and MJ rekindled there love, and Peter became the adoptive father of her child. It doesn't matter that it's not biologically his child, he's still raising her. But this is just a theory/hc, I just wanted to post this to open a discussion <3

#spiderman #MJ #Mary Jane #peter b parker #mayday parker #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #mic does analysis

[37q]

local posting i think it would be cool if metrolink gave a complementary daypass to any marc or amtrak destination / layover holders so that locals could get to and from without having to worry about let alone expand compensatory and non locals could fucking explore

[echoestm]

from riker's with love || @silverjetsystm

Roman has expected violence from his guest from the moment he sent the invitation for dinner and a chat. That is the common tongue of their ilk, of course. A dialect shared over the line that divides them. Truly, the request wasn't meant to be offensive, but he spares them both the discourtesy of pretending he doesn't understand all the ways in which it is exactly that. His cell, his treatment, his ability to turn prison into leisure cruise likely feels like spit on that that cloth-masked cheek. Personally, it's why he prefers thicker materials... things that leave his skin unseen and untouched by the little indignities.

He just hadn't been expecting it mid-bite of a perfectly good steak. Given his troubles, Roman nearly chokes on it. There's something darkly amusing about being saved from the embarrassment of that by a punch to the gut that was meant to hurt, not help. And oh how cat-like of his guest to sink teeth in first and then soothe the skin with his tongue, as if in apology. No. His kiss is anything but that. Dark voice promises that.

"No courtesies in New York, huh? Or is it Chicago that doesn't teach their little boys and girls good manners?" It seems more likely a failing of the latter than the former. Roman's always been partial to New York. Good parties, good blow, good funny times in his youth. Good business since his rebirth. Chicago had only it's shitty tomato soup pizza and a bad knock-off of the original skyline. He makes himself laugh, masked head tilted back and mouth wide open, flashing glimpses of pink palate and long tongue.

"Don't get so mad. I'm a Sionis of the Gotham Sionis, Moonshine. If I wanted that I'd take you out for no less than a five-figure night on the town. Take you home to the castle." Once upon a time. What it had meant to wear the false face of the sole heir. The family. The company. The pedigree. The last city in the world still catering to the blue bloods and old money with such slavish devotion. If nothing else he'd been good for a good time. These days, none of the old things work the same. His idea of a good time is no longer being pinned under something pretty, or being grateful even for a touch that hurts. He's the one who does the hurting. He finally found out how good it felt. The reversal sours his mood and has him sitting up— albeit without dislodging his visitor.

Roman rubs mask to mask like a cat investigating another would, and makes a mental note of the lines where he thinks they're showing themselves. "I just want a daypass, sweetheart." Not from Riker's. That he could buy for himself if he wanted... and will. "Your city, right baby? What's it take to play?"

#➤ 𝐯 𝐞 𝐫 𝐬 𝐞 : white on black ┊ ❛ came up from the dirt clean to a hater's worst dream ❜ #𝟎𝟎𝟐 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀ from rikers with love ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ silverjetsystm ❫

[therealloopylupin2099]

Okay so... basically, I'm not from this universe. Well, that much is obvious but... I'm also not from this multiverse. I somehow managed to break the barrier between multiversal clusters. I did not mean to. The fact that I'm in the wrong multiverse is probably why in glitching as hard as I am.

Again, I'd appreciate it if you could toss me that daypass on the table over there.

I'll spare you the entire story, but basically my upgrade to my multiverse's watches worked a little too well. But the barrier... it isn't letting me go back through. Nor is it letting me snake back through the hole I created. At least there's no foreseeable permanent damage, that's good.

- Octo

Shock.. yeah here. Put on the day pass..

God Jammit this is really bizarre. Nothing is miraculously breaking like you said, but somehow we might jinx that.So the faster we figure out how to fix your shocking mess,the sooner you can go back to your own multiverse.

#miguel o'hara #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider person #ask #miguel answers