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sciderman · 8 months
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What are some things cable likes about peter?
nathan's type:
red mask ✅ tight suit ✅ kind of stupid ✅ filters sadness through the prism of humour ✅
bonuses peter parker has to offer
cute hair ✅ cute butt ✅ cute everything ✅
#sci speaks#i think cable likes how upstanding peter is. like peter's just a good guy. he's such a good guy.#and i think. being able to read people's thoughts. nate probably doesn't know a lot of people as Good as peter.#like peter's good because he's kind of just... simple. he has simple wants and desires and he's not ever angling for anything.#peter's just so good. and i think nathan is definitely fond on him because of that.#i know i complain about this mindset that peter is pure of heart yadda yadda#I HATE that. i hate the trope where peter's like an angel who is pure of heart. he's not. but.#he's not deceptive or hungry for power or morally righteous or anything. he's just a guy. and that makes him better than most heroes.#i think that's something to admire peter for - that he doesn't let power go to his head and he's flawed but not in a superhuman sort of way#he's flawed in a human sort of way.#he doesn't make cosmic mistakes that effect the balance of the earth (well. he didn't.)#he makes small mistakes that effect his personal life and his relationships but he's trying so hard.#he's so. so small potatoes. and i'm sure nathan just. loves him. peter small potatoes parker.#admires a guy who's living his life like that. without cosmic worries or massive ambition. just a guy who wants to be happy.#i think it's funny how wade equates nate and peter in his head as similar because they're both 'heroes' or whatever#but nathan and peter have such polar opposing philosophies to life. polar opposing that they'd still probably admire and envy eachother for#peter envying nate because he's ambitious and powerful and has a freaking floating ISLAND or whatever#and nathan envying peter for being able to grant himself happiness.
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plushievash · 5 months
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im basically the stem departments most specialest little guy
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urbanpineapplefarmer · 4 months
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I just saw your tags under the post about rosy maple moths and where do you live that you saw them regularly growing up? I have never seen one in person in my life
Central New Hampshire!
My family was a little under an hour south/southwest of the White Mountains, solidly in the foothills and right on a lake. We have bug lights at all the outside doors and when you go to turn them off in the morning there’ll be like ten rosy maple moths (as well as some Luna moths, tiger moths, mayflies, and other moths I don’t know well enough to ID at a glance) all clustered around the light just chilling. They’re pretty easy to pick up either by scooping them off whatever wall they're clinging to or, if they’re flitting about, by just kinda sticking your finger near enough for them to catch you. They’re so relaxed and chill (and also really fuzzy)!
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(Not my photo but I can’t find mine right now)
These little guys are native to North America (per iNaturalist, pretty much everywhere east of Texas/Kansas/The Dakotas) but I haven’t seen them as frequently in the southeast. Admittedly I’m (nowadays) in that region early-fall-to-late-spring in a small city and I’m up in New Hampshire in the middle of a forest over the summer, so that definitely affects when/where I’m seeing them.
Rosy Maple Moths live in deciduous forests and the caterpillars live and feed on all kinds of maple trees and the occasional oak tree, so you probably won't find them in bigger cities, grasslands, or west of the Rockies (lots of fauna only exist on one side of the Rockies because those mountains are a pain in the ass to cross). Despite pink and yellow being a rather distinct color combo to human eyes, the moths blend in really well with the seed pods of maple trees.
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I genuinely love these little guys and I always appreciate having a reason to remember just how unique they are! A friend once said something to me to the effect of "If fairies are real, they're Rosy Maple Moths" which is like the best description of these little guys I've ever heard.
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zoannearts · 8 months
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Not technically finished but it was just mean to be a cute little picture anyway, i’ve been really busy and stressed but I still think it’s cute enough to upload,
It’s a drawing of an AU of mine and my partners OC’s from our own fictional universes, we did a “what if they met” scenario and predictably they totally fell in love with one another
I experimented with the background and i’m quite happy with how it turned out x3
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tmgstudios · 1 year
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theres something so important to me about friends picking up language that i in turn picked up from friends. theres such a connectedness to it. my college friends are connected to my best friend back home. my best friend back home is connected to my good online friend, and her college friends have picked up the same language, connecting them as well. none of these people have ever met each other, but through language we all share a connection
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monggay · 2 years
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there are. so many choices. ive completely forgotten what i was supposed to be doing
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superherokisser · 2 years
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oh also quick update :)
after super intense and cool research, i don’t think i have autism but if i figure out that i do or it’s diagnosed or something i wouldn’t be too surprised.
i think a lot of it is my anxiety and being a highly sensitive person overlapping with the autism symptoms. anyways i thought you guys would want to know!!
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thiefnessman · 5 months
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this show is going to make me research Japanese and western Pacific geology and geography bc it is obvious a great influence on the worldbuilding even if unconsciously
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opossumpitcher · 7 months
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crazy that for once in my life I'm excited to learn new things and these college classes are literally failing at teaching me anything
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envihellbender · 10 months
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Slave master shows up to get what Stitches promised him. Lev kills him. Horribly.
Characters: Kristián/Stitches, Lev (OCs)
Settings: Cyberpunk, Gorelex verse
Content: Mature (gore, coarse language, nothing explicit), m/m romance, dystopian, oppression, slavers
Lev was starting to feel more comfortable being home alone, it was almost nice in a way. Stitches going to the marketplace at the Selot Docks for food and supplies was almost normal, domestic even. Lev laid back on the his nest in the corner, what had begun as his piles of cushions blankets on the floor that Stitches created for him when he brought him home was now an actual corner that belonged to just Lev. There was a mattress, sheet, blankets, cushions, books, a tablet, drawings that Stitches had made pinned to the wall… it was his. He didn’t really sleep here any more, he usually curled up in the bed at the other corner of the room. Or rather, a mattress held up on wooden pallets. It was big enough for both of them to curl up on, but Lev still enjoyed his corner. Right next to Stitches’ work station. He was simply tapping away at his tablet when there was a loud knock at the metal door. Lev froze. Generally the Goreta Housing Facility was safe, the fact it was protected by the Draves crime family meant so long as you kept up with rent the Police couldn’t touch you and the Draves wouldn’t. This meant for the the most part people minded their own business.
The insistent knock broke Lev out his thought process. Everything about this was so odd and Stitches hadn’t prepared him for it. anyone who did want to call to hide Stitches they did it via the intercom. A bang on the door was… strange. Worrying. Lev took a deep breath and told himself he was safe, Stitches had covered his barcode with one of his specialist tattoos. A body modification on his neck, a black square covering the brand entirely and then covering that was a green and blue snake that moved in the same figure of eight pattern. He picked up his goggles, being silver with blue lenses meant they hid his scarlet eyes perfectly. He nervously pulled himself up, the anxiety causing a warm static hum to radiate from his skin. He stood by the door and cleared his throat.
“What do you want?” He said, voice strained and hoarse.
“Stitches. We need to talk,” a soft voice responded. Lev swallowed and grew quiet for a moment, the man on the other side of the door sounded like he didn’t belong here. He belonged in business meetings and on a yacht, maybe fucking his secretary whilst his wife looked after the kids. His Received Pronunciation with a lilting accent did not put Lev at ease.
“Stitches isn’t here.”
“Well. Then perhaps I should come in and wait for him.”
“I… No. I don’t-” Lev began anxiously. The idea of someone being in his space made his skin itch, especially a threat. He was interrupted by a low chuckle and the response was sharp and sinister as if the man’s tongue was a diamond blade.
“Let me in before I shout at the top of my lungs about how Stitches is hiding an Esper in here.” The threat hung in the air, a heavy silence which could have been a second or a minute rested on Lev’s chest. His breath growing quick and tagged.
“You… fuck. Fine. Fuck,” he spluttered. He stood back for a moment, feeling the energy filling his body, shaking and burning. He took a deep breath and tried to calm it. It was only one man, he thought, he could take him. He entered the passcode to unlock the door, the moment it cracked open a middle aged man shoved it open with his shoulder and slipped through the crack. His salt and pepper hair was immaculately sculpted, his nails short and clean, with his suit freshly pressed. He had forgone a tie and just allowed his top three buttons to remain open, showing off a metallic shine around his collar bone. He allowed the door to lock behind him, Lev took a step back, letting a hand fall to touch Stitches’ workstation, balancing and comforting him.
“Well, well. Stitches wasn’t lying,” the man said with a smirk. “The goggles and tattoo hide it, but I’m sure your owner won’t be happy that your burning his little sketches.” Lev jumped and picked up his hand from Stitches desk, the perfectly sculpted diagrams now charred. Lev sighed and clenched his jaw, he’d deal with that later.
“What do you want?” He said, his voice harsh and his gaze glaring.
“Pleased to meet you too. Jean-Pascal, I would shake your hand but I don’t want the erm, you know,” Jean-Pascal scowled as if thinking about touching Lev would give him a disease.
“What do you want?”
“Straight to business, fine.” Jean-Pascal shrugged his shoulders, everything he did seemed oddly theatrical. His spine was a little too straight and his limbs awkward in a way that Lev couldn’t explain. “I’m here to take what Stitches promised me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Stitches- he’d have told me,” Lev insisted, spluttering with each word. Jean-Pascal raised one black eyebrow.
“You know, I’ve never met a pet Esper whore who talks back before.”
“I’m not a fucking pet. Or a whore,” Lev spat.
“Doesn’t the stasis chamber you were forced into sap the fight right out of you? From the age of what, six?” Jean-Pascal’s voice was infuriatingly smug, as if he was talking to a child or a dog. It resulted in Lev’s body temperature rising and a humming static covering his body.
“I didn’t get-” Lev ground his teeth, trying to ensure he didn’t burn the room down around him as some tools on the walls were shaken free and fell onto the ground. Jean-Pascal gave a quick glance in their direction meaning he didn’t catch Lev’s flinch. “Never mind. Fuck you. What do you want?”
“You.” Jean-Pascal’s words were simple and hung in the air like a he’d just dropped one of Stitches’ tools on his chest.
“I… what? What are you talking about?” Lev backed away, his nerves growing and his control on the energy inside of him wavering.
“It’s quite straight forward really,” Jean-Pascal began as he started to pace up and down the small apartment that had once been a storage facility. “Stitches told me he had found a stray Esper he wanted to sell. Then all of a sudden he changed his mind, cancelled the deal,” he said as stopped and took a step forward to close the space between them. Lev stumbled backwards, just about managing to stop himself from falling.
“Well. Then I’m not for sale any more, am I?”
“Him wanting a personal pet doesn’t mean-”
“I’m not a pet! Jesus Christ. He… he changed his mind on a few things.”
“So what are you then?”
“I don’t know. I… We’re… He’s my-” Lev looked away and took a deep breath.
“What? Your boyfriend?” Jean-Pascal mocked as he rolled his dark grey eyes.
“Yeah. He is, actually.”
“He’s got you fooled, hasn’t he?”
“No. It’s real. It’s all… Real.”
“So, why did he want to sell you then?”
“He didn’t know me then!” Lev snapped. “He… He changed his mind. He was… he felt guilty. The day he tried to take me to the underground market in the old subway system. He said he didn’t want to sell anything. Took me back home. Never mentioned it again.” Jean-Pascal was silent and stared thoughtfully at Lev.
“What does he want? More money?”
“No. No.” Lev’s shoulders tensed and he turned away from Jean-Pascal and hung his head. He hated being stared at. So much so it made his body begin shaking. Not in a physical way, as if he was nervous, but more his bones shook in the way a machine would when switched on. “He said he doesn’t want to be the kind of guy that sells people.”
“You’re not people.” The sudden shout from Jean-Pascal made Lev flinch as his mouth grew dry and his stomach twisted. His fiddled with the sleeve of his suit jacket, straightening it and dusting it off before he responded with his voice returned to its normal volume. “You’re supposed to have had that thought beaten out of you.”
“Whatever. So. I’m not for sale. Me and Stitches are fine. And happy. And you can fucking leave.” Lev attempted to sound threatening but he knew his voice had cracked as he spoke.
“No, see, I’ve gotten Stitches enough customers he should know by now I don’t go back on a deal,” Jean-Pascal growled. He lunched forward, grabbing Lev by the neck. “Nice goggles, specially made too, huh? Stitches must have worked really hard on them.” His fingers began toying with the band and that’s when Lev felt it. His body began to heat up, sparks radiating from his fingers. He yelled as the energy left his body, lightening coming from the spaces between his fingers, accompanied by a blue flame. The power shocked the man’s body, freezing him in terror as parts of his skin melted from his body, alongside his muscles and tendons, white parts of bone sticking out. His suit was burned to tatters, and he smelt like burning pork. His body stayed there statuesque for a moment as Lev giggled and smirked watching him. His trousers were stained with urine, and suddenly his joints splintered as his legs could no longer hold him and his corpse fell to the ground. Lev sighed, a giddy excitement filling his body. He walked over to the body and kicked it in the man’s gut, he then stamped on his face and rolled his neck back and forth with his foot.
“Hope Risto knows of a good body disposal place nearby,” Lev mused as he giggled to himself, watching how the man’s eyeballs were empty he wondered if he should take them out as a memento.
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motheatencrow · 11 months
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oops its late at night again and i should be sleeping
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chisatowo · 1 year
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Thinking abt the sci fantasy au again. I find Aya and Chisato funny for many reasons but rn because Chisato has such a strong image of them being the one between the two that has everything together but when it comes to the both of their eldritch horror stuff Aya just has like. Everything together human form wise and Chisato super Doesn't and it freaks Chisato out every time it becomes relevant
#rat rambles#band posting#sci fantasy au#just because of the nature of his true form aya had to really really refine his human form before even inching towards earth#while chisato wasnt as instakill dangerous so they mostly just trial and errored their way into a good enough human form to work#so like they seem human enough to the point your agerage person wouldnt notice anything too odd but its very much not perfect#its mostly small things like them always smelling vaguely of salt water or fish and other aquatic life getting really panicked around them#but theres some more noticable stuff thats slipped through the cracks throughout their life#as a kid their eyes were a lot more fishy and even now prolonged contact with them will irritate the skin and make you rly tired#its mostly stuff they just dont know how to fix or used very slap on fixes for#for example they are super water proof since they couldnt find out how to make their skin stop getting slimy when wet so they just started#repelling water to prevent it which comes with its own problems but its worked well enough so far#tbh chisato does legitimately feel rly insecure abt how much more refined aya's human form is#aya feels a small bit of envy towards chisato having the ability to not need to fully perfect their human form as even now that its been#years with him living as a human with nothing bad happening the idea of some unknown misatake in his form hurting ppl terrifies him#and its very much worsened by the maya incedent even if she manages to recover well enough#and by well enough I mean physically shes fine but it did do a bit of a number to her relationship with pain but yknow#meanwhile eve just gets a free easy human form thanks to magic which is good cause itd be hard to do a lot of things as a toxic cloud
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samlubicz · 1 year
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Sam Lubicz
HAINE GUERRE LUCRE, 2023
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clownpierced · 2 years
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Maybe kinda glad some classes are shorter today but like some I would like normal time for
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tmgstudios · 1 year
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just realized if there was like. a chart of what times i am most frequently online it would most definitely have spikes during my lectures
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Samhain Epistaxis, Heresy Silvertongue Additional Tags: The Thing (1982) - Freeform, Immortals, Kineticist, Kineticism, setting the stage for heresy to be the mischevious mercenary we know and love!, no beta we die like men, out of context Summary:
John Carpenter's The Thing is on the lesson plan tonight. Beware of UFO chasing cats, and a teenage girl with a nail polish hoard.
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