#iobartach.

[horrorscommodity]

@iobartach asked : you’re going to pay for this later. + that was way too close of a call.

harry  offers  miguel  a  silent  look  –  a  glare  ,  of  all  things  .  hearing  his  words  give  them  flashbacks  to  their  father  ,  when  he  was  alive  :  nonetheless  ,  harry  doesn't  say  much  except  give  off  a  scoff  ,  as  if  they  were  the  one  that  was  disappointed  in  him  instead  of  the  other  way  around  .  there's  an  attitude  coming  from  the  osborn  ,  shaking  their  head  –  contemplating  on  saying  something  ,  getting  into  an  argument  with  miguel  himself  ,  considering  that  they  have  the  time  to  .  "  oh  no  .  what  ever  will  i  do  ?  "  sarcasm  drips  from  their  mouth  ,  eyes  rolling  back  as  a  response  to  the  spiderman  –  another  shake  of  their  head  ,  knowing  that  they'd  get  into  it  &  harry's  ready  ,  of  course  they  are  .  "  .  .  it  wasn't  that  close  of  a  call  ,  "  they're  mumbling  ,  shoulders  shrugging  as  they're  acting  nonchalant  ,  hoping  that  it'll  bother  him  that  they're  like  this  ,  instead  of  acting  out  in  such  a  way  that  would  hurt  both  of  them  .  "  you're  just  –  you  think  too  much  .  "  they're  letting  out  ,  breathing  some  ,  now  placing  their  attention  to  the  other  ,  humming  softly  .

#answered. #iobartach.

[ourblued]

this time, you can trust me. ft. @iobartach + harry osborn.

how does harry know that for sure , that they can trust him ? it doesn't feel like they can , that's for sure . nonetheless , they're trying their best to not say something too shoddy -- because they'd rather keep this up , whatever this is . protection ? the sense to be . . around the other ? that's not what it really was , was it ? anyways , harry's taking a breath , contemplating on their careful wording . " can i ? " words come out , cautiously , chewing down on their lower lip , eyes studying the other . harry's wondering if it'll take them this much sanity to lose , however , they're just . . stifled by the way he's acting with them .

#&*. answered. #iobartach #iobartach.

[pzfr]

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

QUESTIONS FOR MUNS.

So I try to adapt to everyone I write with at least a little, figure out what works for everybody. Now that said I definitely love what you do with your descriptions and character exploration of Miguel. Similar sentiment for @viopolis, @outofthiisworld, @5mind @lambfated @beatgod @sweet-smarts and others.

In terms of broad inspiration from fiction? Lots of places, mediums, writers & storytellers. Formative ones for me were Douglas Adams, Edgar Rice Burroughs, and Jack Kirby. They still left their impact and I've since taken in lots more.

#[ooc] out of orbit #iobartach #[ask] letters column

[lancelot-sharpkeen]

RECORD SCRATCH NOISE

#IT WAS A PRANK BRO #iobartach #|| ☼ | ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ [] dash commentary | ☼ || #|| ☼ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ [] spiderverse verse | ☼ ||

[therapardalis]

[Moonlight Aesthetic Meme from @iobartach.]

(💥) Our muses get a power outage.

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Well ... shit. At first glance it might seem that Thera was carrying a candle as she padded to the kitchen - but a closer look would instead show her hand turned upwards, a little ball of fire manifested above the palm. The globe floats free a moment as she opens the small cupboard by the door, then winks out as she finds her emergency flashlight and a few spares.

A glance out the window has told her that the blackout is affecting at least the immediate part of the street, and she can hear car horns being overused already. Her concern, though, is her own building, and she plans to take the stairwell and check on the other residents, just in case.

With the spare flashlights in a bag slung over her shoulder she heads for the apartment's front door, murmuring under her breath, "Miguel, honey, I sure hope this wasn't you ..."

#Iobartach #Spiderverse AU #v; Follow You Home

[mistrdctr]

@iobartach asked: "I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I'm actually angrier." (I'm so sorry for him)

"---That's, uh, equally as relatable as it is concerning, to be honest."

"Please don't tell me that I'm the reason for said anger. Or, if I am, give me the chance to try and solve the problem at hand before, uh, you know, trying to kill me. ---Has happened before. It's exhausting. I'm getting old."

#iobartach #(HGJFJGF) #(hi hello lmao) #(stephen: who tf are you and why are you angry oh shit that means im in trouble huh)

[byaagstvo]

@iobartach || for shenanigan!

Another day, another book signing they really wished their publisher would actually warn them about in advance over. At the very least a few days so they could make the necessary preparations to least take something so passing out from the anxiety gnaw wasn’t a possibility. 

No go, like usual. Except this time seemed to come with even more troublesome extras.  

“I--can’t really say where they came from, sorry.” A bit distant in tone while they bandaged up a scrape on their hand. Disassociate from incident and muscle memory like usual, it at least allowed some sort of freedom of choice when push came to shove and violence was going to have to come into play. Shame the attackers didn’t have the same kind of luck... “Don’t expect everyone to be a fan of my book. I’m not against the criticism.” 

There’s a pause mid tying far more gauze than should be necessary for them to look up. “That wasn’t a very good joke, was it?” 

#iobartach #fleeting story «¤» ( in character #escapism gone wrong «¤» ( main verse #alex had to do a Violence

[godstrayed]

@iobartach liked this for a starter ╱ not accepting.

　"Your face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable," he remarked, his voice carrying a soothing reassurance. Despite everything, Steve wasn't looking for any trouble. Only answers on how to get back to his own universe. As someone who had navigated through different eras and encountered countless individuals, Steve understood the barriers that often shielded them. "I do not know how to get a read on you."

#iobartach #&. steve rogers | dialogue. #&. queued up.

[hxllblazer]

I Wan'na Be like You (The Monkey Song) - from the movie The Jungle Book || @iobartach

“Y’ know, outta all o’ you spider folk I would’ve thought you’d be the tall one.”

There’s probably even a clever joke or three to be made concerning size and web distribution, but John’s not sure he’s got half the mind to find it right now. He was more concerned with watching the mess, or rather the cleaning of it.

Or the attempted cleaning, anyways, the splinters of the in between fractures of space were never something that was clear to him but John’s at least sure that has to be what’s making the guy look a bit fuzzy around the edges. “’fore y’ ask or get your bits in a bunch, I’m just an interested party. Nothing more. Think of me like… a vulture. A curious vulture.”

He motioned with a hand, a thin grin splitting. “One that’s very interested in knowing how you’ve done all o’ this.”

#iobartach #prattling along «✦» ( in character #disaster con «✦» ( main #miguel sweetie just punch him and put him in the bin :V

[horrorscommodity]

@iobartach asked : “Don’t look for me.”

per  listening  to  his  words  ,  astrid  manages  to  choke  on  their  own  –  stuttering  on  something  that  shouldn't  be  a  thing  ,  however  ,  astrid's  silently  contemplating  on  things  .  "  you  don't  .  .  you  don't  mean  that  ,  right  ?  "  they're  not  supposed  to  get  attached  to  him  ,  nonetheless  ,  they  are  .  astrid  shouldn't  be  ,  not  one  bit  .  but  ,  there's  something  about  miguel  that  makes  them  feel  safe  ,  secure  .  better  than  they've  ever  felt  before  &  they  normally  don't  look  for  love  ,  not  like  this  .  was  it  love  ?  or  was  it  some  type  of  loneliness  that  they  were  trying  to  cover  up  by  being  near  him  ?  "  i  don't  want  you  to  go  ,  miguel  .  "  you  can't  ,  is  what  they  want  to  say  ,  but  hold  off  on  it  ,  hold  off  on  any  type  of  begging  in  front  of  him  because  they  don't  want  him  to  see  how  weak  they've  become  for  him  . 

#answered. #iobartach. #there's just smth so poetic abt these two ..

[ourblued]

“ don’t worry. i’ll stay. i’m not going anywhere. ” ft. @iobartach + astrid bishop.

for some reason , that sounds comforting than most -- but , astrid's the type of person to not entirely believe someone unless it's proven , however . glancing at the other in the spider suit , they're nodding their head , almost hesitant . lips agape at his words , keeping cool . calm , in fact : astrid's attempting their best to really , really smile & convince themselves that he's staying , because he is , right ? right . that's what he said . " . . promise ? " they're whispering , a final glance at him before swallowing the dry lump in their throat , humming softly . " i , sorry . if that sounded weird . " or needy , or something that was out of their own thought process -- however , it just felt good to hear that he was staying , for once . at least , they've made room for him somewhere .

#&*. answered. #iobartach #iobartach.

[crookedredemption]

     the stench of garbage bags, sewer water and rotting bodies overpowered their senses. after a ten minute long fighting escapade between the slayer and spider-man 2099, it concluded in the waste tunnels beneath new york city. the slayer's de-transformation was obscured by the familiar crimson mist.

“   you  know  what’s  worse  than  finding   half   a  worm  in  your  apple ??   falling  in  a  sewer .   ” @iobartach quipped, ignoring sylmae's dismay.

     she was soaked head to toe in sewer water and she was visibly unhappy. sylamae's hands slapped the green murky water in frustration, intentionally splashing her opponent.

     "shut up! now we both smell like shit! why couldn't you just mind your business and let me do what i needed to do?!" sylmae scolded harshly.

     with her height, the water came up to her upper waist. miguel was lucky enough to have the disgusting muck not even touch his hip bone. her hands reached towards a ladder and climbed it to a semi-dry area. her hoodie and jeans were soaked and stuck against her wet skin. from the bowels of the sewer, came a low rumbling sound from an unknown creature.

     "get out of the water, you annoying fucking spider. i'd be damned if something else gets to you before i do."

#｟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 ｠ ⸻ answered ▻ 𝑜ℎ 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒. #“NOT FUNNY. DIDN'T LAUGH.” /ref #iobartach

[1mpulsee]

@iobartach / liked for a one liner .

❝ don’t HURT me !! ❞

#⁽ ⠀ ⚡️ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ * ⠀ ic. #iobartach #// pov scary spider boss finds you somewhere you aren’t supposed to be

[therapardalis]

valentine’s day application!

Name: Miguel O'Hara Age: 35 Do you like to cuddle?: Yes Can we make-out?: Absolutely ;) A night in or dinner out?: Happy to do both! Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Chocolate 😏 What makes you a good Valentine?: 1.) Cuddlebug 2.) Would do anything for her 3.) Protective 4.) Actually cares a whole lot (in spite of his ;tough' exterior 5.) Has a sense of humour! (etc...) Would you cook for me?: Yes (he knows like 3 dishes total, but willing to learn!) Would you let me cook for you?: Yes

"Hmm, definitely a strong contender ... but did you get someone to help you with some of the questions?"

#Iobartach #Spiderverse AU #;Valentine's 2024 #v; Follow You Home

[defectivexfragmented]

"Wow." It was an understatement. Peter swore the place was larger than anything he had seen before with more Spider-Man walking around than seemed humanly possible. There had always been the feeling he was alone, the only Spider-Man out there, but apparently he had been seriously wrong.

"Is this even real?! How is this all real?!" Still, he stood absolutely dumbstruck with his jaw practically on the ground staring at all of the Spider-Mans casually milling about. He felt almost naked without his suit but it was in tatters after his last fight, the one that landed him in Earth 616.

@iobartach

#iobartach #muse: peter - earth 1610 - parker #i hope this is okay #let me know if you need me to change anything

[regulus-regent]

snakes. why'd it have to be snakes?

PROMPTS FOR DARK TUNNELS, NARROW PASSAGEWAYS, HIDDEN DOORS, THICK JUNGLES, AND LOCKED TOMBS

Alone and disoriented, Vegeta swiftly grasped the severity of his predicament: with each step deeper into the maze, the trials grew increasingly formidable. Survival now rested upon the necessity of forming an alliance with anyone else ensnared within these labyrinthine corridors and shifting walls. The added burden of sensing the relentless drain on his ki reserves, which weakened his powers and left him vulnerable, only exasperated his predicament.

Navigating the maze's deceptive illusions and treacherous pathways, Vegeta suddenly found himself in a chamber infested with the serpents. Their hisses filling the air with an ominous almost deafening sound. His guard heightened, tensing as he prepared to face the threat alone. Yet, as his gaze swept the room to find some sort of exit, a sudden voice caught his attention. His gaze shifted to the figure on the opposite end of the chamber. It seemed he wasn't the only one who was equally trapped amidst the slithering creatures.

Caught off guard by the unexpected presence of another, Vegeta's unease grew. Despite his initial reluctance to trust the other man, the prince knew they shared a common goal: to escape the snake-infested chamber alive.

"Any ideas on how to get the hell out of here?" his gaze piercing as he assessed the stranger before him. In the face of uncertainty, Vegeta grasped onto the possibility that maybe having each other at different ends of the room would bring a different perspective to get out of this mess.

#iobartach #answered; #//hallo! Hope this is fine