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starqueensthings · 1 month

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WARNINGS: elusions to a traumatic past and an accompanying verbalized dislike for the opposite sex (June). Medical anxiety (Howzer). Moderately graphic descriptions of medical injuries, corrective procedures (incl what a cauterization might look/smell like), needles, the beginnings of an anxiety attack (June). RATING: 16+ for mature themes, mild to moderate whump, mild angst (and a heavy dash of fluff because why the heck not lol). WC: 3500ish. (This chapter and the previous were never intended to be separated but they accumulated to nearly 8k words, and snipping certain aspects of this encounter in the name of brevity would only do a disservice to the story, so I apologize for how abruptly this chapter transitions from the last). PLEASE ENSURE YOU’VE READ THE FOREWORD BEFORE PROCEEDING FOR AN IN-DEPTH DESCRIPTION OF WHAT DEGREE OF CONTENT YOU CAN EXPECT THROUGHOUT THIS STORY.

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Howzer’s eyes had thankfully done away with that ablaze and piercing stare in her temporary absence, though for how much of the intensity they’d lost, that twinkling set of amber had retained all of the warmth they seemed unable to entirely shed.

“Don’t know if I like the look of those,” he jested, though the way his eyes darted between her purple hands grossly betrayed the relentless facade of that feigned poise.

“Doesn’t warm them up, unfortunately, but at least you won’t catch my cooties,” June chuckled, hoping a dash of humour and a quirky wiggle of the fingers might soften the emotional toll she knew would accompany her next assertion. “Captain… I need to give you a pain injection.”

The sfotness of his expression hardened near-instantly, jaw tensing and forcing his lips into a frown that nowhere near-suited him as well as its round cheeked counterpart, and June could only grimace apologetically as he cocked an embittered eyebrow at her.

“We can’t use topical numbant on broken skin,” she beseeched in response to his silent disapproval. “The risk of trapping bacteria in the bloodstream is too high when the wound is as… open… as yours is. We can rawdog this if that’s really what you want, but you’ll have to try and sit still while I'm working. Or you can let me give you an in—”

“I can sit still,” he argued instantly, offering a shrug of the shoulders that was simply too passive for him to have understood the severity of the imminent procedure. “I’m great at sitting still.”

“While someone burns your skin back together with a kriffing hot needle?!”

Watching her words disintegrate that iron-clad intransigence would have been near-comical had his eyes not widened to something that too-closely resembled a trauma response, and despite knowing her brutal honesty was likely the quickest method to ensuring the full comprehension she needed from him before proceeding, her heart sank to lay with her stomach as she watched her words initiate an arrant downturn in his demeanour.

“Well geez, doc,” he grumbled, shirking from her pleading gaze by hanging his chin to his chest. “Why don’t you just give it to me straight…”

“I’m sorry,” she spoke quietly after swallowing the snort that near-followed his unexpected sardonicism. “Would it maybe help if I showed you the injector? You can see how it works and how tiny it actually is?”

“Maybe.” His response was near-silent, eyes flickering upward to hers only long enough to betray the decorum to which he still ardently clung.

Finally acceding to that inexplicable need to comfort him, and forsaking her better professional judgment, June clambered backward onto the bed beside him, that hovering cot momentarily swaying under the addition of her weight as she shimmied backward until they sat shoulder to shoulder.

“This is the actual USI tool,” she advised him, pulling the Universal Serum Injector from the previously collected pile of tools behind her and a small, orange-capped, crystal vial from her breast pocket. “And this lil guy is the Nociceptor Blocking Agent, or NBA serum. The vial clicks into the injector like this—” she snapped that tiny clear tube into place and pulled a small trigger to eject the cap, “—and the little orange top protecting the needle just kinda pops off. After that, it's as simple as poking it gently into the supraclavicular space right here at the base of your neck and waiting a moment for it to work.”

“And that’s it?” he asked, jaw shifting under the duress of how aggressively he continued to grind those teeth while his eyes remained affixed on the dinky little pin that would allegedly bring forth an excruciating death. “That’s all?”

“I promise.”

“Alright,” he finally conceded, shifting his attention upward to her eyes. “I trust you.”

Her stomach lurched at the way his gaze bore into hers, softly… acceptingly… unassertively… granting her the gifts of both his agency in that moment, and the degree of trust to which these always-suspecting soldiers notoriously only offered each other. Bottom lip nestling itself between her teeth to bridle the atypically bashful smile threatening to emerge, she simply nodded her gratitude and turned away from him.

“I’ll count down from three,” she cautioned, sneakers slapping atop the steel floor as she leaped somewhat ungracefully from the bed and oriented herself in front of him. “Three—” she kept the injector hidden at her side. “Two—” a gentle hand placed on his shoulder to brace his skin for impact. “One.”

The span of a tense blink over those amber eyes saw her expertly plunge the tiny needle home and release the entire vial of that magical serum. By the time his gaze returned to hers, one eye at a time, she’d deftly retracted the empty container and chucked it into the “sharps” bin beside the bed.

“Are you kidding me?” he demanded, the grin peeling across his lips surprising her enough to still her hands as they reached for the bottle of disinfectant. “That’s all?!”

“That’s all,” she answered with a small shrug.

“Maker, I am going to murder Gauge when I see him.”

“Who?” June asked, as she unscrewed the lid and peeled back the sanitary foil sticker put in place over the mouth of the bottle to prevent any unwanted microbes from contaminating its contents.

“Gauge. He’s my medic,” Howzer explained with eyes crinkled to near-closed, shoulders shaking beneath each huff of his amusement. “He’s in for it, now. Kriffing sadist jabs that thing into us like it's a spoon.”

“A sadist combat medic?” June snorted, screwing the cap back into place. “That’s a very worrying combination. You better try and stay on his good side.”

“He better stay on mine,” Howzer asserted, shaking his head.

The all-consuming (and mouth watering) recognition of his partial nudity did not make an appearance in her awareness until she sat back on her heels, eyes quickly scanning the position she’d meticulously positioned him in after climbing onto the cot beside him. By leaning him on an incline away from her and resting his arm innocuously atop his head, she’d unknowingly provided herself with both optimal wound access, and an unobstructed view of his remarkable physique. The only thing darker than the smattering of hair south of his navel was the brown of nipples near-perfectly perched on either side of the most divinely-crafted chest she’d ever seen. And rivaling every ridge, every contour of that muscular torso, were arms so immaculately sculpted that the only fight she could wage against the heat boiling below her skin was to strip off her now smothering labcoat and toss it onto the chair next to his armour.

And though she continued to cling to that necessary professionalism as fervently as he’d initially clung to his own stubborn refusal for pain control, there was absolutely no preventing her eyes from hungrily roaming atop the ripples of his ribcage as she scooched into position behind him, and attempting to stay focused as she squeezed that plastic bottle of saline overtop his wound was near impossible as those defined ridges of muscles continued to revolt against every drop of cold liquid trickling down his abdomen.

Something near relief pulled a sigh from her lips when that bottle finally emptied. Patting the wound dry with clean gauze in her right hand, she deftly pulled the medscanner from her pocket with her left and spun the dial on the front to reach the Hematology menu. Once that tiny infrared beam had confirmed there were no lingering signs of any foreign cells or bacteria, she stowed that invaluable tool on the bed beside her and reached, instead, for the cauterizing pen now emitting tiny puffs of white smoke.

“So what happened to you?” she probed moments later, ensuring Howzer’s eyes had deviated from that smoking needle before carefully touching it to his skin. “Get in a fight with a vibroblade wielding droid?”

“I wish,” he snorted. “It was… well, pretty stupid. The guys and I were transferring possession of our base to the relieving battalion. I gave the okay for the gunships to take off and then got distracted catching up with a buddy I haven’t seen since graduating. One of my men saw me getting left behind and decided shooting a grappling hook at me would be the best way to get me on board.”

“Maker have mercy,” she scoffed, brows furrowing in concentration as methodically guided the white hot tool atop that separated skin. “That’s idiotic.”

“Might have been cool if it worked,” Howzer answered. “Geo’s a smart guy, but doesn’t always think things through before he acts. He’s on my list after Gauge for the next time I feel— what's that smell?!”

She barely had time to disengage that red hot pin before every muscle in his abdomen contracted under the urgent and desperate effort of sitting up.

“Don’t look!” she snapped at him as he hastened to peer under his arm in her direction. Clamping one gloved hand atop that crisp and darkened line of fused skin she knew would likely make his stomach turn, she attempted to block his view with the palm of the other. “Trust me, it’s a sore sight right now, especially if you’re squeamish.”

She peeked around her palm, lips pursing to keep from smiling at the sight of him perched up on his free elbow, nose scrunched in utter repugnance as the putrid smell of burnt flesh continued to waft upward into his nose.

“Is… is that the smell of—?”

“Sure is,” she answered curtly. “And it smells as crispy as it looks so while you’re working on not looking, maybe try not breathing too.”

“‘Try not breathing…’” he repeated in little more than a whisper, dropping carefully back onto his side, and June was relieved to hear a chuckle supporting his words. “I know you’re the doctor, but I feel like breathing might be helpful here…”

“My boss would absolutely lay an egg if he heard me offer such heinous medical advice.” Her eyes narrowed under the embrace of genuine amusement as laughter poured from her lips, the image of Challa’s newly introduced perma-scowl forming as clearly in her mind's eye as if he’d been standing at her elbow. “That and the daily reminder of all the cold-hand complaints he has to field from my patients…”

Flooded with a wave of foreboding, June remembered the meeting Challa had requested in his office upon completion of this procedure, and the implications of what his request undoubtedly meant had her eyes near-rolling and the smile yanked from her lips. Challa didn’t often demand a private audience… at least, not with her. The last adventure into the intimidating confines of his windowless space had included a harsh castigation for the excessive overtime she’d shouldered over the last few weeks, and to request that she start walking around between surgeries with her hands nestled into her armpits so he could get through a day without having to apologize on behalf of her poor circulation.

After permitting a sigh laden with repressed dread to pass through now frowning lips, she sat back and peered down at the result of her handiwork. Despite having to battle the distraction of the dimples teasing her from the base of his back, she’d managed to complete a remarkably clean repair job; the cauterized edges of what used to be that oozing laceration were both crisp and dark, indicating the ideal clinical end point for such a procedure. After powering off that trusty tool and placing it back beside the computer, she retrieved the tub of burn salve perched only inches from her hip.

“Can I tell you something now?” Howzer spoke suddenly as she uncapped that pot of that sulfur-smelling ointment.

“Sure,” she answered while scooping a generous amount of the orange paste from its container and beginning to smear it carefully atop his side.

“Your fingers are freakishly cold… but anyone who complains about the hands that saved their lives, maybe doesn’t deserve to have been saved in the first place.”

Whatever distant presumption she’d formulated in that microsecond between granting him that unnecessary permission and hearing his opinion voiced, it was nowhere-near matched the unexpectedly profound admonition that left those now-smiling lips.

She paused, hands stilling in their motion of reaffixing the lid back on the tub as she fought to wrangle the dozen or so fundamental reasons why she did not agree with him… and the one reason she did.

“Doesn’t everyone deserve to be saved?” she settled on asking, collecting one of the several bacta patches she’d grabbed earlier.

“Do you actually believe that? Or is that something they tell you to believe?”

His challenge came so simply… so earnestly, it was as if she’d somehow offered him the exact response that he’d expected, and despite the bold nature of his rebuttal, there was no sign of regret lingering in those charmingly superficial lines around his eyes; his gaze did not shift to timidly follow the movements of her hands as they proceeded to tear off the paper backing from that patch but, instead, remained intently searching her eyes for the truth.

”Well, there’s an exception to every rule,” June explained, feeling her cheeks begin to flush under the duress of the vulnerability he had suddenly requested from her. “But surely everyone deserves the same chance at life?”

He offered only a contemplative hum in response, watching her lower that clear polymer patch onto his skin, and ensuring its complete adhesion by pressing firmly around its perimeter.

“Who’s your exception?”

She’d barely begun to crumple the backing paper when he spoke again, pushing himself back to a seated position so quickly that his return to such close proximity nearly froze the breath in her lungs. Yet, more paralyzing in that moment was the audacious probes into her personal beliefs; his brazen yet polite demands for clues as to who she was beyond this already untraditional doctor-patient exchange. And as her gaze flickered upwards from her rubbish laden hand, attempting to find even a glimpse of derision or contempt between those dark, relaxed brows was a feat near impossible, as those honeyed eyes had upheld much of the same twinkle that had already proven held the power to dismantle her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she answered atop an artificial chuckle.

It was the most she could offer on the small waft of breath her lungs had managed to thaw, and how close she’d come to conceding his tacit request… to actually uttering her truth… to divulging that forbidden secret… unsettled her more thoroughly than any inexplicable degree of attraction had since stepping into 18-S.

“Yes. I would.”

He leaned ever closer, eyes dancing across her features, each lagging blink wordlessly communicating that he’d sit there for eternity if it promised him even a glimmer of her being behind the guise she upheld with a labcoat; that there was some unidentifiable quality about her that he found equally as enamoring; that perhaps if he poked carefully enough at certain spots in this facade of hers, he may actually truly see her.

“Another time, Captain,” she whispered, wrenching her eyes from his and climbing hurriedly off the bed.

“Will there be one?” he asked before she’d even taken a step.

She looked downward to her shoes and the floor firmly beneath them, eyes unfocussing, heart thumping heavily in her ears, lip twitching beneath the sudden urge to hide itself between her teeth lest she say more. She swallowed.

“Keep trying to grapple your way into a gunship and there might be.”

She didn’t turn to watch that grin peel across his lips, instead making a direct line for the Cleanser Tube to retrieve his long-forgotten shirt. Unable to meet his eyes again, she simply tossed it in his direction, muttering a “you can get dressed,” before hurrying to the safety of her near-hidden perch behind the holocomputer and jabbing it back to life.

A prickle erupted atop her skin entirely different from the series of others that had accompanied each bashful smile since the beginning of this somewhat atypical encounter. She was suddenly uncomfortable; suddenly sweating as if she’d just been thrown center stage and was attempting to hide from the beaming spotlight that she’d never asked to be in; suddenly yearning to have her labcoat back on; suddenly and horrifyingly unable to refute the fortuitous connection to this person that she had once tried to label as mere pity, and suddenly desperate to escape it.

Most dismaying was the nearly irrepressible urge to allow him. To tell him. To share. To accept. Blind and potent attraction to someone was one thing; pity was another… but this superseded all other aspects of this precariously flirtatious conversation despite having not been flirtatious in nature at all, and for the first time in a long time, she felt unequipped… unprepared…

‘You hate men,’ she reminded herself, hoping that long-chanted mantra may hold the power to simply erase Howzer from both this room and her awareness.

“Layer two subdermal laceration–” she typed near frantically as he stood to redress. “–Located quadrant 6... 18.4 cm in length… full thickness separation. Hematology shows no evidence of infection or foreign cells. Patient may experience slight hypertrophic scarring. Treated in situ with precision cauterization, Nifuran burn cream, and bacta patch. Escharotomy is not required at this time. Aftercare discussed. Patient discharged forthwith. Care to be continued by CM.”

Piece by piece, his armour clicked back into place, years of practicing those repetitive yet crucial motions had evidently rendered him a near-master at recladding that broad frame in record time, and chancing even the most fleeting glance in his direction saw her increasingly disappointed in herself; the image of his semi naked form now utterly eradicated by the sheer majesty of seeing his tall figure encompassed in that dominating kit.

She could delay no longer, and feigning ignorant of his perch by the door where he stood patiently waiting with her labcoat draped atop the cleanest section of his arm, dwindled in credibility with every extended second she took to type and retype those same treatment notes.

“There in one sec,” she told him without offering him the respect of eye contact, powering off the computer and stalking back toward the storage cupboard to collect a series of other necessities.

He smiled as she approached moments later, eyeing the assortment of supplies she’d clamped somewhat awkwardly in her still purple hands.

“These are for you,” she told him, the desperation to leave his presence and seek the respite of her office intensifying with every second that he cast a smile in her direction. “This little tub is burn cream— it smells like rotten eggs but it’ll help exacerbate the healing process. That patch needs changing every 24 hours, and sooner if the area gets wet so here’s a bunch more. Twist a corner to rip the paper on the back, and then press hard around the edges to activate the adhesive. It’s in a bit of an odd spot, so Gauge may have to help you. He can access my treatment notes using any MedBay computer if he needs them.”

He took each product with a nod of understanding, turning each over in his hands briefly before pocketing them in a cargo pouch nestled on his lower back. Unable to withstand another moment with the undulation in her stomach, she offered Howzer one last smile before turning toward the door.

“Don’t forget this,” he said as she prodded a button on the control panel to free her.

“Oh, right,” she scoffed, collecting her lab coat from his arm with her lip between her teeth and pulling it back over her shoulders.

“Uh– doc?” Howzer probed as she pivoted to enter the chaos awaiting her across the threshold.

“Yeah, Captain.”

“Er… thank you for– you know. It was really nice to meet you. And— and I’m happy you’re not a droid.”

Though his hands uselessly shifted that battered helmet tucked below his arm, he upheld the integrity of his gaze as she peered over her shoulder at him.

“It’s June.” She answered without thinking, the confession swinging a right hook in the direction of both her professional and personal judgment. “My name’s June.”

She left 18-S without another word, without lingering to digest his reaction, without bothering to offer the proper valediction that she should have. She needed her office, she needed to breathe air that wasn’t polluted with the undeniable connection to this random man, and she needed it now.

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alastor-the-demon · 3 months

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We need the Alastor comics to be injected into our bloodstream

[I'm not even that good at art- This is my only real piece and it's not even that good]

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#mod note #ooc post

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hooliganarachnid · 11 months

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“Miguel O’Hara is secretly evil,” “Miguel O’Hara is secretly an Inheritor!” “Man’s just straight up a vampire” “Nah he’s just half spider, and has fangs and stuff, but is not a vampire get your damn facts right”

Ladies, gentlemen, and those who know better, we have already solved the great “what is 2099?” debacle, and we just don’t realize it. Not a gosh darn scene in across the spider-verse was waisted, and no, people who are saying he is a vampire should not be trampled by nerds citing the various comic runs.

Because, tall dark and triangular is an inheritor, just not one straight from the spider-verse comic run. There is definitely not going to be some huge “oh no there were inheritors all along!” Reveal in Beyond the Spider-verse because a) that would be stupid and b) they don’t have enough gosh darn room for another plot point.

Miguel is an inheritor in narrative purpose. The inheritors are inter dimensional vampire creatures who feed off of the life force energy of spidermen (for those unaware) and by the end of this discombobulated essay I’m going to prove that he reaches all of these criteria. Inter dimensional traveler, check, and definitely, definitely a vampire of some kind. The spider-man 2099 in atsv nearly bites a man’s neck in literally one of the first scenes he appears in, with several stylized shots (specifically focusing on his teeth) that mimic the classic ‘vampire’ look. Heck—he even has a very deliberate conversation with Jessica drew where she encourages him to reach out to other people, and he says “no,” then “you know why.” Not “I’m too busy with work” but instead a much more vague and purposeful statement. This, combined with the very, VERY vampire—like scene in the same section of the movie seems to suggest that he may fit into some of the classic brooding, self isolating vampire tropes. (Don’t even get me started on the clear greyish/purple tone of his skin in certain scenes, which was certainly not shown in any of the 2099 comics I’ve read.) Gwen even calls him out on it, calling dark Garfield a “vampire ninja Spider-Man.” Sure, she could be using hyperbole, exaggerating “Spider-Man with fangs” to “vampire,” but it still is a valid piece of information in line with the other evidence.

But what about the whole “vampire only for Spider-men thing?” You ask. Well strap in because I’m about to nerd out on some excellent visual storytelling in this masterpiece of a film. In that scene where we flash to Miguel in his lab, being all broody, he starts up his whole introduction thing again. The same speech he tried to give Gwen “My name is Miguel O’Hara, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider,” is what is expected. It’s the same song and dance we were shown in the last movie, but Miguel very, very specifically does not say the “I was bitten by a radioactive spider” line. For my fellows who haven’t read the 90s 2099 comics, he actually wasn’t—instead got his powers from a genetics experiment gone wrong. Then, moments later, he injects himself with an unknown, glowing green vial. We don’t know what it is—no explanation is given, but VISUALLY? We definitely, definitely know. The injection shows us the same visual of a substance entering someone’s bloodstream and merging with cells as we are shown in every single instance of a spider bite. He’s artificially injecting himself with some kind of radioactive spider venom. The movie intentionally alludes to something missing, then, shows it in the same scene. We are supposed to interpret the vial as obviously spider venom.

Think of the sequence of scenes in which he appears—an intense battle, fangs out and very vampy looking, then (despite the two month time skip) he is shown injecting himself with spider venom, that, in the following conversation with miles, makes him look quite human. He’s in control in these scenes, at least, until the end of the chase, where he has full on glowing red eyes and is acting very, VERY violent. The substance he injects himself wears off. Like a vampire drinking blood and then being hungry again. The last key piece of evidence proving Miguel’s inheritor status (again, not an actual inheritor but a vamp specifically for spider-men) is found in the members of his inner circle. The people he calls for help to chase down miles. Jessica Drew, and Ben Riley. Two people who were not bitten by a radioactive spider, and therefore, likely have a slightly different composition of powers. They weren’t bitten by the same thing that Miguel needs to function, making them the only two spider people that Miguel chooses to trust, and let in wholeheartedly. So many other details about Miguel’s characterization make more sense looking at it from this angle. He wants Peter B Parker to leave not just because he’s anoying, but because Miguel is afraid of hurting him. He doesn’t want Gwen to join—especially not have her join his elite force for that same reason. He’s angry, he’s violent, and desperately trying to push anyone he’s afraid of hurting away. Fuck it—even the LEGO PETER thing goes beyond an adorable joke looking at it from this angle. He’s plastic! Miguel literally cannot hurt him in any way!

Anyway, just wanted to share my take on the movie, and more specifically, some of the Miguel plot points, while also defend some vampire Miguel truthers (as a comic book fan) because I think the idea is an excellent homage to the OG spider-verse comics. If you read this far, I hope your pillow is forever cold and your plants never die.

#atsv #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #spider man: atsv #theory #vampire Miguel O’Hara #is that a tag?#I’m #not sure #don’t even get me started on the deliberate details of his lab #why is the platform so high (to keep him away from the other spiders)#why it move so slow (to give them time to run)#I’m so sorry I have so many thoughts #text

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awwsd · 10 months

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Death Fanart part 2: The show!!!

A sequel to this post. Again, she doesn’t suffer from ‘type one’ as much. But there are. Some. So anyway heres some fanart !!!!!

This drawing by illustra.bruno, every single time someone draws show!death in the comic style I giggle and kick my feet and 19 years get added to my lifespan.

2. This lovely piece by @ square cloud, the colors r so soft and I love how the art makes reference to both the show and comics, while still maintaining a unique style!!!

3. Muzenik_’s style makes her look so ethereal n unique while still looking like her actress a lil!!!

4. They are sillies and now I crave a Cartoon Network spin-off where the endless work in an office or smth

5. This is everything to me actually and I’ll never be normal again! Give death a jacket 2023

6. Her hair!!!! Her smile!!! The flowers!!! I’m!!! Gah!!!!!

7. Love this one, which again is reminiscent of the comic’s art style and y’all already know I go insane over drawings w texture.

8. I want this in my room and as a sticker on my water bottle and the first thing I see when I wake up.

9. @ romyjonesdraws, I have never considered the gold ankh but now I can’t stop Considering it.

10. And of course my all time favorite by @ missbliss1294. Genuinely don’t think anything will be able to top it everything about it is perfect and I’d like to inject it into my bloodstream.

I have absolutely zero ability to be normal about death and my brain will explode when season 2 comes out 😊👍

#there is definitely less fanart for show!death #I hope it is just because the show is newer #please make more I’ll pay you #awwsd thoughts #sandman #death of the endless #dream of the endless #dc comics #the sandman #awwsd writing

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safety-writes-noms · 16 days

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thank you so so much for tagging me in the last mig fic 😭

you write him so good. thats a rare find rn tbh. (i've been a fan of him since 2018 from the comics 😭 he's been a pred crush a loooonnng time)

if i may make a suggestion for a future fic (ignore it if you don't care), what if the reader is exploring his teeth (particularly his fangs) and accidentally pierces themself on one, getting injected by his venom. seeing the opportunity (and being rather hungry) (also protective/predator mode), miguel eats them (can be t/g, half size, or same size). they then both get a good nap while reader waits for the venom to wear off

thank you again so much i really appreciate you writing for miguel and wait with anticipation for the next one (if you write another ywy)

-(@diningopossum)

oh em gee??? holy crap that's such a good idea! I've been obsessed with him ever since I played spiderman edge of time and I was so excited to hear that he was gonna be an antagonist in atsv. I can just imagine Miguel being kinda confused at first like "wdym u js wanna look at my teeth ur gonna hurt urself or something" but would let you anyway since he's soft for the people he cares about. but the moment you accidentally paralyze yourself he's immediately pulling you out and scolding you 😭 it's just a miniscule dose anyways since his fangs probably only nicked you but he's still gonna be annoyed. and just for that you get some time out while you both wait for the venom to break down in your bloodstream. though it's pretty likely you'll still be tucked away long after you've gotten over the paralysis since Miguel's much more cuddly on the inside than on the outside. literally.

but yeah!! sounds like an awesome idea I might write it out in the future if I find the time :-D

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #nonsexual vore #nonfetish vore #sw answers asks #safe vore #s: spidervores #spidervores #spidervore

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loyal-logik · 2 years

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Energon Consumption (AKA how does Shockwave eat?).

I’ve been writing Shockwave for a long time (10+ years *cough*), before we knew about IDW empurata and shadowplay, so some people may be familiar if they’ve followed my very old fic series or art.

(cw for injections/medical in case you need it!).

Before we knew about empurata and how it was used as a means of shaming criminals, I simply thought it would be common practice to just have mechs like Shockwave walking around without it being uncommon or strange to look at. Cybertronians come in all different shapes and sizes, and some seem to have masks that don’t ever retract. Why should energon ONLY be consumed via mouth? Besides, they’re not organics, and they’re not humans, so I figured there’s got to be a simple way.

Some people hc that Shockwave does have a mouth or an orifice that opens up when needed at his face, some also hc that he has a proboscis, which I LOVE that idea! For my Shockwave, though, I’ve simply always headcanoned that he consumes energon through intravenous (IV) injection with special ports in his body.

This is a headcanon that I’ve been using for absolute yonks, so you can imagine just how excited I was when the 2019 TF comics proved that this was a legitimate technique of consuming energon:

Even though the circumstances ARE different in this comic, this has always been the way I’ve seen Shockwave ‘eating’. Would this be something rare amongst their people? Not really. Perhaps not as common, but the way I see it is that there will always be different ways to do things for each ‘bot. It’s like having furniture in a bar that needs to suit all its patrons. Their species adapts to what is needed. This would be similar for Shockwave and other bots who don’t consume energon via mouth (Whirl, too, or anyone who doesn’t have the common humanoid face).

This does mean a few things, though. For one, Shockwave can only inject liquid energon. He cannot experience solid foods. Can the energon be flavoured? Of course it can be. Can he taste it? Why not? Just because it’s going directly to his ‘bloodstream’ doesn’t mean he can’t have taste nodes or something inside. He’s not a human, he doesn’t have to fall to our biological standards, and I do hc that he absolutely can feel and taste textures and flavours.

IV intake does come with more risks, however, but this isn’t something that is really new to Shockwave (unless it’s IDW ofc). Just like bots with mouths can choke on their food, Shockwave also has a risk of things getting stuck in his “oesophagus”, especially if something foreign or solid gets in the path. I assume his body has a means of flushing these things out or quickly breaking them down by pumping/squeezing, but much like us, it can get stuck in the pipe and can cause a sense of coughing/choking. For Shockwave, it might seem more like a hiccup from his body than a choke.

I headcanon that he has specific entry ports for his intake as well. I guess, in a weird and slightly creepy way, Shockwave does have multiple “mouths”. These are simply injection sights. These are specifically MADE for energon intake, though, it’s not the same as just putting a needle anywhere in his arm. I imagine they’re also special kinds of needles, too, considering they would need to suit the intake ports. So, I hc that he at LEAST has one on each arm, between his armour where his more vulnerable wiring is. He may also have one on his neck, hidden beneath his armour, which connects with other systems and air cycles (while they don’t need oxygen, I do hc that they still sort of cycle air through their systems).

These specific ports house specific wires, which he can actually also pull out if he needs to access energon from an open glass/cup/mug, which can be drawn down (like a straw, I guess, or a hose). This is particularly useful if he doesn’t have his kit with him. But using the kit would be a safer and better means thanks to simple hygiene and lack of foreign objects getting inside.

Cybertron would have adapted to this, which means public restaurants or whatever else would supply energon specifically for these customers. It wouldn’t and shouldn’t be seen as anything strange to their people, it’s just another part of their culture and way of adapting to life around them.

At the end of the day, I hc that energon was once simply just energon. Over time, they have refined it, remade it, flavoured it, textured it, etc, so for Shockwave, it’s not something that he feels is important or he’s missing out on. His goal is to consume energon to keep going, not to taste and feel it. While he does enjoy certain flavours, yes, he does find eating with a mouth more messy, so he’s content with how he has to consume it.

Now, I will make a little mention to IDW post empurata, because of course Shockwave is aware that this technique was something they FORCED upon him, so yes, he may feel differently in that verse, and at times after war, he will likely miss all of those things he once could do.

For TFA, Shockwave came before Longarm ever did. Longarm was created, and his body was altered to have a face, extra optics, a mouth, etc. These things operate fully while he is Longarm and tie into his systems when he reverts back to Shockwave. He still has energon ports (mouths) and still consumes energon via IV naturally.

#headcanons #meta #cw: needles #cw: injections #// I know we all laugh about how Shockwave actually eats but this is something I've always hc and tried to take pretty seriously #// since I find it interesting anyway :'D #// Especially since they were throwing empurata around like it was nothing back in IDW Functionist days so loads of mecha would be in the #same boat #long post

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if William isn't gonna do any studies on light remnant i amma do them myself-

these are just some silly, kinda stupid thoughts and ideas i am only messing around with since it's pretty fun hehe-

so, yesterday i was putting the bastard in situations for scientific purposes as i sometimes like to do.

i was thinking about how he would survive being dismembered only for the silly thought to evolve into "ok, but what if he could grow his members back on?" and without much thought i came to the conclusion that light remnant would give him regeneration abilities because it seemed really cool.

but then i started to question the silly idea. why? why exactly would light remnant poses this ability?

couldn't answer the question, so i changed it up a bit hoping i could find a pattern of sorts - why exactly does dark remnant have the ability to make one immortal?

so i went on the wiki page about the pretty glowing liquid to re-read it and boom-

physical manifestation of the spirits' emotions/pain, NOT fragments of the soul

this silly information, for some reason, made me think of a certain moment in a webtoon - Melvina's Therapy (spoilers for that, i guess)

so basically, Melvina wanted to vaccinate herself against all fears. but how? by injecting pure fear into her bloodstream, of course! won't go in great detail about how she gets fear in its purest form, i'm just gonna say that there was only one fear she couldn't get her hands onto

by getting rid of her fear of death, she hoped to achieve immortality (you could say Melvina and William are not so different after all, hehe-)

anyway- that's when it clicked, for some reason.

what emotion did all the kids feel right before they died? most probably (pure) fear of death. so-

if we take the information from the wiki (physical manifestation of the spirits' emotions - in this case, fear of death) and add Melvina's theory (theory which is completely unrelated to the blueycapsules comic, but shhh-) what do we get? immortality!

i like to think the remnant William discovered is the last vaccine Melvina needed hehe.

did this messy train of thoughts help me come with a more accurate ability the light remnant might poses?

no. not really-

at least not yet, so let's get into it hehe. it's gonna be an even messier mess-

we're stating the obvious from the beginning - unlike the kids who William killed voluntary for his bastard man reasons, Sunny was an accidental kill of his.

even so, she must have feared death too, right? well... yeah, obviously.

but what if there was a fear/emotion stronger than her fear of death at that moment? what then?

watch me unleash my true stupid nature with the silly things i am about to say-

hope (stretched this one a bit... lot-)

Sunny is a pretty optimistic character, and even when the odds were against her, she tried to stay positive. she hoped for the best... kinda.

can't use any more pictures, so here's some of her dialogue lines:

"now now, kids, don't cry!! everything will- everything will be alright!"

"oh, there's no need to even ask- guh- i'm just fine, i'm sure!!"

"don't worry about me kids! mommy will be just fine, and we'll be all together again soon, okay?"

these are clearly attempts to reassure the kids, but i also think she really meant it? i am sure she actually hoped for things to turn out ok, i am just not sure how strong this feeling of hope actually was - i am not sure if she was feeling pure hope, ya know?

regardless, let's say that what she was feeling was indeed pure hope. if we bring again Melvina's (unrelated to the blueycapsules comic) theory into this, i am not really sure how it will work. her vaccines are meant to use a fear against itself, but what about other emotions?

would it also work?

well, i don't see why not. i actually find it a pretty interesting concept to think about - how would getting rid of hope affect someone?

if Sunny's remnant was the physical manifestation of her hope, how would it work if injected? what effects would it have? what ability would one get? or, on the contrary, would it be more of a disability?

asdksksk i don't know- at least i have another thing to keep me up at night now hehe

moving on-

fear of being/dying alone

so yeah- in the end, i guess we're talking about fear of death in her case as well. but there is this *alone* that won't give me peace-

i just can't seem to make any clear connections (or any sort of connections-) on this one right now-

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anyway, here are also some other small details i noticed in the blueycapsules comic

Sunny was also cremated after her death. i don't have much on this, but u never know hehe- maybe it is an important detail, maybe it is not.

beside that, here's also this thingy

so, we know that William needs to burn parts of inhibited materials in order to get remnant. the source of the material does not seem to matter much as long as said material is inhabited by a spirit i guess, but what if the source of fire does matter? like-

in most cases (Charlie's arm and the animatronic parts) they are burned by a pre-existing (?) fire.

in Sunny's case tho-

she's also the source of the fire? asdkskakska don't know how to word this, but hopefully it makes sense-

not to mention that, in her case once again, this was pretty much an accident.

uhm, so yeah- well that was fun. good bye!

#these are my silly thoughts for the day :D #tomorrow is another day-#asdkskakska #will just advance #blueycapsules

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