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bones4thecats · 4 months

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Omg you're on a writing spree!! Can I request for anubis, zerofuku and Loki with a reader who's very touch starve and like biting into their s/o neck or get bitten back? This is probably weird sksnodjd thank you In advance!!

A/N: I loved writing this! The version of Zerofuku I have chosen for this was Misfortune! Zerofuku (so dark him), since it woukd make more sense than Lucky! Zerofuku (light him) because he's basically a child in that form and 🤢. NOW! I hope you enjoy this!!

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🐶 This guy is one of the rare physically affectionate Gods in Valhalla, so when he heard or saw how touch-starved you were, he jumped into high-action

🐶 Anubis had been hugging you while resting in his temple one hot afternnoon

🐶 Despite the overwhelming temperatures, your husband seemed to be able to withstand these waves of hell like they were nothing

🐶 He was watching a scarab crawl on the floor as you held your head up and sunk your teeth into the flesh of his neck as he tilted his head

🐶 Anubis laughed as you let go and nuzzled into his chest

🐶 He figured you had grown into his habits, as he liked to nuzzle you and nibble, eventually leading to biting, you when bored and relaxing together

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👻 Zerofuku and you didn't really have much to do when he wasn't spreading misfortune

👻 He was surprised when he didn't somehow infect you with misfortune, and he was also thankful that you didn't seem to run away from him when you got the chance

👻 Because of his minuscule amount of work relating to the Gods, Zerofuku had decided to take a day off from doing his stuff and switch to relaxing

👻 He looked at you and smiled gently as you were coddled in his hair and arms

👻 Your eyes fluttered open as he looked up at the sky and at the passing crane overhead, and you took your opportunity

👻 You bit into his neck as he gasped and covered his face, which was bursting into a dark red color, and he groaned in pain and pleasure

👻 Letting his flesh fall out from your mouth, you moved down to the hole in his chest, leaving kisses along the rim before laying back down in his arms with his hair against your smaller form

👻 It's official, you broke the God of Misfortune

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🐍 This guy is definitely into a lot of crazy stuff

🐍 From biting to holding you in his lap with him shape-shifting into different people each time, this guy is a 50/50

🐍 50% of the time he is a sadist with you (though not as much as he is with others), and the other 50% he's a massive masochist

🐍 And today was one of those second 50% days

🐍 Loki was bored and hanging from a tree with you being held in his arms as he planned out his next prank against his cousin, Thor, and his uncle, Odin

🐍 You looked up, or rather down, at him and then at his neck before slowly moving towards the open flesh and bit into it roughly

🐍 Loki froze while he thought, his face lightning up and his eyes closing with a smile growing on his face

" Oh my little vixen, you're gonna regret that~ "

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creampie-capital · 1 year

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ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ━━━➤

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳✦「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」✦ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」

↳✦「𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞║Monster Various x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞

↳✦「𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲║ Anime Various Oneshots x Reader」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

↳✦「𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝║Kuroko no Basket Various x Reader」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

↳✦「𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲║Genshin Impact NSFW Alphabet x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ━━━➤

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳✦「𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬║Yandere! Various! Mythological Gods x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬

↳✦「𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫║Yandere! Alien! Emperor x Reader x Various!𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫

↳✦「𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭║Yandere! Husband! x Reader x Platonic! Son 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ━━━➤

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳✦「𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫║Nanami Kento x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫

↳✦「𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀║ Eustass Kid x Reader 𝟏𝟖+✦ ━━━➤ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀

↳✦「𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐠║Male! Orc x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐠

↳✦「𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤 & 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬║Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ'ꜱ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇꜱ║ᴇᴘɪꜱᴛʟᴇ 𝗜

↳✦「𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜║Kuroko no Basket Various x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜

↳✦「𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲║Kakuzu x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲║𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬

↳✦「𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥║Gojo Satoru x reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥

↳✦「𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭║Platonic! Diabolik Lovers x OC (HIATUS)」✦ ━━━➤ Ｆｉｒｓｔ　Ｉｍｐｒｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ　の印

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godsofhumanity · 1 year

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Mars: While you studied the blade, I studied the blade too we were classmates Horus: Hey bro is there any blade homework due tomorrow? Freyja: Bro you didn't know? The head of the man who killed your father is due by noon. Ares: You think the teacher will accept late work or-

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annachum · 7 months

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Midgardian kids' in generals to reaction to several deities for the first time in person in MCU

Thor : ' OMG he is SO COOL and SO HANDSOME. He looks like a Nordic surfing dude and he is a FRIEND OF IRON MAN AND HE CAN LITERALLY CONTROL THUNDER AND LIGHTNING AND - '

Zeus : Is this the guy who ends up having a 100 kids and can shoot lightning like Thor does?!

Apollo : * wearing shades and taking out parasols * He's.....BEAUTIFUL....

Sigyn and Persephone : OMG they are so beautiful they are like fairy princesses ans Queens in the fairytales and -

Loki and Hades : AAAAAAAHH HELP! THEY ARE SO MENACING AND THEY ARE OFTEN WITH THOSE BIG CAPES! HELP!!!

Artemis : OMG she is a total KWEEN BOSS. WE LOVE HER. SHE IS THIS AMAZONIAN HUNTRESS KWEEN AND I LOVE HER LUNAR GLOW AND

Sif : OMG she is so cool and a bit scary at first Yet SUPER COOL. She's like an Amazon Warrior woman yet in Norse version and WE LOVE HER ARMORS AND -

Isis :

Some other kids - Is this the one with wings?

Egyptian kids - * kowtowing and kneeling * OH MIGHT ISIS! WE BOW BEFORE THY MAGNIFICENT PRESENCE!!!!

Anahita ( Persian Goddess of Water ) :

Some other kids - Is this one of those goddesses that can control water?

Iranic kids - * intense fan boying/fan Girling mode and praying in Iranic languages *

Parvati ( Hindu Goddess of Love ) :

Some other kids - Is this the one with lotuses....?

South Asian kids - * intense screaming, fan boying/Girling, praying and scuffle to hug her first ( before Pavarati graciously told them to line up for free hugs. Bless )

Bonus

Kamala and her South Asian friends : * literally similar reaction as above AND Kamala on the verge of hyperventilating *

Sun Wu Kong ( a ' Great Sage ' in Jade Heavens and a magical monkey spirit, who is famous for being amongst those who accompanied Tan Sanzang to a pilgrimage to India in Journey to the West ) :

Some other kids - That's the monkey with kung fu skills, right? RIGHT?! 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Chinese kids - * absolutely LOST IT - SCREAMING, ON THE VERGE OF FAINTING, BAWLING ALL FIGHTING TO HUG WUKONG FIRST, before Wu Kong just laughed graciously and encouraged the kids to line up for free hugs. Bless *

Bonus

Shang Chi and his Chinese friends : * similar reaction as above and Shang Chi is on the verge of fainting from excitement and joy *

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#chinese myths #greek myths #norse myths #logyn #hades x persephone #thor #sif #anahita #parvati #sun wukong #hindu myths #persian myths #isis goddess #egyptian myths

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dewi205 · 2 years

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Solangelo Proposal

nico asks naomi and apollo for will's hand in marriage, he also asks the siblings in the apollo cabin (DISCRETELY)

they work together to write a song for nico to sing to will (something like "dandelions")

nico also makes a deal with the olympians so that when will and nico die they can live in a palace nico built for them in elysium

nico also changed the vows to say something that doesn't have to do with "death do us part" because as a son of hades that vow is st*pid

the rings are made by hephaestus, charmed by hecate, and blessed by both hestia and hera

the charm makes it so that the ring can change form, from ring to necklace or bracelet or earring or laurel wreath, depending on what they want at the time

the material is celestial gold and stygian iron wrapped around in a twist and the gems are sunstone and moonstone, looks like that

nico plans a vacation in Italy to last three days and during the dinner of the last of the three days a piano piece started to play through Italy (nico called in a favor with piper and her father)

nico sings that song and proposes at that restaurant

#am I still not ur type #solangelo #nico di angelo #percy jackson #will solace #apollo #naomi solace #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo series #will x nico #traditional nico di angelo #at the wedding percy got to make a speech and all he said was #jason was best man #reyna was best lady?#an entire congregation of gods from all different pantheons visited the wedding #greek roman celtic egyptian norse ALL OF THEM #jason also had a speech.he cried.for almost 5 minutes before beginning the speech #hazel was so happy #nico and hazel did some swing dancing #persephone was in charge of the flower arrangements #she and hera got into so many arguments about them #hades's wedding gift was a mansion with skeleton maids and butlers #the maids and butlers are never seen but they do their job well #apollo's wedding gift was something not to be opened in public #a few weeks later frank did think to ask nico for hazels hand in marriage #he was furious #will calmed him down tho so its fine

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ryxmix · 1 year

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FOR ALL YOU MAHABHARAT FANS/ WITCH LOVERS/ ASTROLOGY BITCHES/ PEOPLE WHO FOUND THE ZODIAC ACADEMY'S ACADEMY COOL (not the characters) / MYTHOLOGY LOVERS, I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE TO YOU:

The Story of the Zodiacs!

It's a story which me my friends are working on our shared ao3 account, thetrio_writes, and I would love for you all to come and see the first chapter and give us tips and tell us what you want to see!

It's still in the making, but it's a fic I definitely plan on completing since it will be something i share with my hostages friends.

it's not much of adventure or things like that, just a lot of romance, fluff, magic, and laughter! + mythical beasts too!

it's a college setting with three main characters based on the three of au and is heavily concentrated on hindu mythology with greek, norse, egyptian, and roman mythology (the reasons the others aren't given will be explained in ch 2!)

we'll try to make it as diverse as we can while it still fits the plot!

oh, and we have polyamorous characters, aroace characters, and obviously, indian characters!

Updates will be slow for now since we're a bit busy but you can expect more after the 6th or 7th of this month!

I hope everyone who sees this at least takes a peek at it and chooses to reblog it too!

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nyxirrationalstories · 2 years

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Mythology open request

Summary: Very few are against the gods, many are the charlatans who claim to deny their existence (to live outside their yoke). The godslayers are not born from abandoning their faith, but from having met their creators. Even with the pain in his heart, with all the lives and deaths he suffered, the godslayer would raise his sword for that soul he swore to protect.

A little bit of lore to make the mythology asks. See the tags to know what mythologies I do (Sorry for the masive tags).

The boy of many names ran with the soul of that person he swore to protect, of that person who promised him that no god would play with his destiny and of that person who promised himself that he would not end up like Agnes.

--- I promise that, whatever it takes, no one will harm you. I will give you your freedom --- whispered to the soul, which approached the lips of the young man as a sign of a kiss --- No matter the deaths and lives, I promise to give you moments of joy and freedom.

--- Argenis --- whispered the soul --- Thank you.

Asier looked at his nanny as in past lives he had seen her before: A friend, a sister, a lover, a confidant… a person to protect.

He knew that Hades had already had his eye on the young woman, it was not difficult to identify: in his first life, his first name and prophesied curse: Argenis, had spent time with the once called uncle. He knew the traces left by the gods, this one in particular was that of Hades.

Asier, even with his child's body, would protect the girl from the madness that the god of the dead was committing. Didn't he realize that he was condemning his beloved? Persephone would be so cruel to the poor girl that Minthe would seem like a wise mercy.

Worst of all, Asier suspected that more gods had taken notice of the human. The boy knew that he would not be able to take them all on, that it would result in his death.

But an oath, a promise and his word had to be kept, that was what he had been taught by his parents in the past: Ares, Athena, Lugh, Urd, Ibejis and many more.

And he hoped not to face them, to avoid the pain it would cause in his spirit and heart.

--- Asier, did your father buy me a sack of rice? --- asked the nanny looking at the sack with her name on a little card. The boy gave a sigh and shook his head, pushing the woman away from the sack. He thought he still had time to get rid of it, but he was so busy burning the black tiger that he forgot about the sack of rice.

--- No, maybe it's something he' s going to donate to the trough.

--- Ugh, thank goodness, I was already scared.

Asier was happy for her, but he was the one who was now more terrified and worried.

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skylitcreations · 1 year

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Hey, guys, do any of you have any artists you want to recommend I follow here? I'd also just love some blogs to follow for things like:

Persona

Genshin

Sailor Moon

Yu-Gi-Oh

Tokyo Ghoul

Detective Conan

Doctor Who

Resident Evil

Silent Hill

Code Geass

FF7

DC Comics (esp Jason Todd)

MCU (Loki especially)

X-Files

Spy x Family

My Little Pony

Witchcraft

Egyptian Mythology

Norse Mythology

Greek Mythology

Philosophy

And lots more but those are the main things I can think of right now. Anyway, my dash is too slow, please give me more content for my doomscrolling habits plzkthx

Please be okay with darker fictional content! I do not want any puritanical thought police around. And if you follow me, be prepared that I may talk about triggering things! If you need me to tag anything, please let me know!

Also please be okay with stoners cuz I totally am one thanks to chronic pain wut up guyyssss

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bones4thecats · 4 months

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hello there!! I don't know if you write for anubis, but if you do can I request for anubis, Loki, qin shi Huang, and Tesla with a reader who have a Japanese porcelain doll-like pretty? She rarely talk and people often think she have a cold personality but she was actually shy and anxious (basically komi reader), thank youu!! :D

A/N: I have just started writing for Anubis, and other characters, you can find them on my Character List, which is linked on my Masterlist! Now, enjoy!

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🐶 Anubis had first met you because of a Gods' Council meeting, boring I know!

🐶 He watched as Zeus introduced you

🐶 Your quiet and seemingly cold personality actually got him to be centered around you, as he wanted to see you smile so badly!

🐶 He tried getting you to smile so badly, and when he noticed how sweet and kind you were to a child who passed you by when running up and down the temple stairs, his heart fluttered

🐶 Every other God in his Pantheon was after your beauty, but he was after your personality

🐶 Anubis looked at you when you hid behind him, since Zeus was ogling you, again

🐶 Whenever this happened, he'd pick you up and take you back to his home where he would lay his headpiece on your head and let you play with his hair

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🐍 You and him were polar opposites

🐍 Everybody is very confused and wondering what the hell went wrong

🐍 Loki was the gremlin of the Norse Pantheon while you were the angel of the Norse Pantheon, it just didn't add up

🐍 While many, including you, believed that Loki was just into your looks and teasing you for sheer fun, you all quickly learned that he did genuinely care about you

🐍 Whenever you got nervous and didn't wish to be around people, Loki would hold you in the air with him as he people watched

🐍 He also enjoys to speak, so you don't have to worry about him not liking your silence, in fact, he quite enjoys it!

🐍 Normally after he played a series of pranks, he'd hike himself in a tree and take a nap, now, he finds his new napping spot in your lap, causing you to get flustered and hide yourself

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👑 He adores your personality with a passion

👑 Qin is more of a social and extroverted person, so you being more of an introvert makes people question exactly how he managed to bag you

👑 And he loves to tell the story to anybody, willing or unwilling, to lend an ear for him to speak

👑 He had met you one day while walking through a market, and he watched you hand a fruit to a hungry child before paying for it, smiling as you patted their head

👑 It took a while, but when you guys got married, he showed even more care for you

👑 Qin would hold you in his lap, allowing you to hide your face in his neck whenever there were a bunch of people in a room

👑 He also enjoys having you design him new bandannas, and while he never wore them, as he feared they'd get damaged, he would hang them up in his and your room

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🧪 Tesla had been working on a special mechanism and called in one of his colleagues for some assistance on finding a special piece of machinery

🧪 He watched as he called you up and ordered the piece of metal, and he was wondering how much you knew about it all

🧪 And when you arrived and helped him place it in, giving short and very quiet recommendations, he realized how amazingly smart you were

🧪 Nikola and you connected on how much you enjoy quiet and calm environments

🧪 And all the time you guys spent together eventually led to you guys dating and getting married

🧪 Whenever he had to work, you would be either in the same room working on something yourself or at home doing something for when he got home

🧪 As he is a very busy man, he would be out of the house often, which he hoped didn't bother you, but, thankfully, it didn't

🧪 Your quiet personality and his stoic and quiet personality made a great mix, as whenever he was working, you'd just sit there and listen to his light comments as he worked

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diejager · 9 months

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Bittersweet Devotion pt.2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Cw: angst, heartbreak, mention of cheating, mention of death, no happy ending, apology, tell me if I missed any. wc: 9.3k

Your universe, Earth-XXX, was a parallel one to Earth-616 in some sense. You had a Peter Parker, a Gwen Stacy and a Mary Jane Watson, it had everything down to the death of Ben Parker and the devastation it brought to your friend. It was the same year as Spider-Man 616’s world, it had the same political standing and same history. Your world, like many others, was a near carbon copy of 616, down to the smallest things; but like others in the spiderverse, you had differences. Some were minor changes in the course of its canon story, others were major changes in the characters and the era.

You - like Miguel, Miles, Jess, Hobart (he liked going by Hobie), Patrick and Patriv - were one of those major deviations in the original canon. You didn’t exist - or so you thought - in Peter B. or Peter’s universe even though you lived in the same year. The reason might be that in the reality, the sum of all potential universes that paralleled each other, created the multiverse - the Spiderverse.

The concept of it seemed strangely unlimited, the infinite possibilities to a different ending or a different start for its world. The multiverse was, in some sense, as old as time, a culmination of everything made imaginable by man. Found in ancient texts - the Puranas, ancient Hindu mythology - that expressed the infinite number of universes with their gods and principles. Whereas Persian literature - tales - touched the idea of learning about alternate universes that were similar, yet distinctly different from theirs.

Misconstrued by many, the strangeness of it was deemed a danger, the unknown possibilities were feared by people of older age, but venerated in the past as it was in the present for the unfathomable possibilities. It exists in fiction, where they borrowed the idea of many worlds within a reality from myths, legends and religion. Heaven, Hell, Olympus and Valhalla were all reflections of a familiar world, a material realm for the blessed, the sinful, the gods, and the worthy. The similarities sometimes frightened you, how close the people were to knowing of the reality you all lived in. The tangibility of crossing worlds and bringing about chaos to every string, every realm, every material form of the multiverse.

They, after all, were real, Hell as much as Heaven in your universe. Gods from every religion, either monotheistic or polytheistic, some you’d personally seen are Thor and Loki, brother and sons of Odin the Allfather, and the God of Thunder and Mischief respectively. Another was a big crocodile lady, Ammit, from what you’d heard from the all-knowing Dr. Strange. From God to Norse and Egyptian gods, from angels and demons, and from humans to mutants, your plane of existence was as wide as it could go without drifting off the edge and causing a mass domino effect within the multiverse.

You were curious, naturally so for a scientist, exploring the worlds that felt familiar to you but you hadn’t truly grasped - different, yet similar. You hadn’t given a second thought to exploring yours. After all, why explore yours when your horizon was as broad as you imagined it, unperturbed by any limits when it came to the multiverse? The eternal and unlimited growing number of realms in your expanding reality.

Perhaps that was the reason why you hadn’t known your universe had its own Miguel O’Hara. You rarely came back for anything, you had everything you’ve ever wanted in Nueva York, Earth-928. You have friends who could truly understand you, people who stood beside you when you fought, youngsters who looked up to you for mentoring and a dream- or it was a dream. Dreams, not dissimilar to wishes, were hopeful, naive in a way, they came and went. Some dreams would come true, while others fell, like the fallen stars that crossed the night sky.

Yours simply happened to be a fallen one, one not meant to happen and become greater. You let it go after he dropped you, after he turned his back and let his mouth run unperturbed. He brought her up, someone he swore he would remember but left in the past. A new chance to become something, to become whole again, and Miguel took it. He wanted to start anew, fresh with someone he never met, you wanted the same; you both had what you wished for, until he put his foot down, cutting the thin web that connected both your lives.

It broke your heart. Months of patience and anxiously stepping around each other, nervous about breaking the trust freshly built between you both, lost in a few weeks. You were brittle, heart fractured and threatening to fall further apart if someone was any crueller to you. The smallest glare, the tiniest scoff or the weakest remark would send you reeling into the abyss of heartbreak and the throes of anguish. Yet somehow, you found yourself being led away by a copy of the Miguel you loved.

He mumbled apologies as he held you tightly, his arm over your shoulder as he cradled you under his umbrella, hastily urging you to follow his guidance. If it were any other person, you would’ve been wary, cautious of any strangers that touched you so closely and chaperoned you so quickly; but this was Miguel, a man you trusted and that you still trusted wherever he came from. Earth-XXX’s Miguel O’Hara was still similar to the one you knew, someone you could trust. You did.

He led you to his flat, someplace near Alchemax’s building in Manhattan, a safe neighbourhood for the richer citizens of Manhattan. A cozy place of neutral tones and muted colours, yet warm as he welcomed you - a stranger as of yet - into his home. He had machinery strewn around, reports stacked on his coffee table and smaller things he had been tinkering about decorating his home. As a geneticist, he liked to play with machinery, having drawn his designs and models, built his creations from scratch and worked from the base programming to make something better. At least Miguel from Earth-928 did, and it seemed this one did as well.

You stood in his shower, where he left you in a frenzy to bring you dry clothes, drying out your hair with the towel he motioned you to use. You doubted that he had anything your size, his broad shoulders and his towering height, nothing he had in his draws - and the boxes he stowed away in his closet - would fit you. They would drag down your ankle and sit low on your collar. Granted, you were soaked down to your socks and had no temporary clothes to cover yourself with during your stay.

You had stripped from your soaked clothes and patted down your wet skin, shivering from the cold that clung to your bones even after Miguel had increased the heater in the small confines of the bathroom. It was small but big enough to move around and stretch your arms comfortably. You hadn’t felt the cold until he brought you to his bathroom, the numbness of the past months weighing heavily on your shoulders and the bleeding of your heart made everything seem so meaningless. The colours draining from the world around you, a once bright New York turned grey, the monochrome tones of black and white mixing and interlacing to form even more boring shades.

The vibrancy and life you once saw around you dulled and died suddenly, like the winters brought by Demeter’s devastation and sadness when her daughter was taken from her, stolen from the berth of flowers she liked frolicking about. How Demeter doomed the world to see her pain, to feel how she felt in the moments her daughter had to return to her husband than stay with Demeter. You felt laden by your faults and his actions. Doubtful of your relationship, of what led you both to such an ending. Had you been clearer or more forthcoming about your emotions, or had you confronted him for his behaviour, would you still be in his arms?

Were you at fault for missing something you had relied on as comfort and safety? Could you be blamed for his reaction to your meddling in his affairs in the Society? Could you blame him for dropping those words on you? After all, being reminded or compared to a past lover was anything but gentle, the gut-wrenching envy and betrayal you felt flash through you was nearly drowning. It made you feel lacking, to be reminded of his old flame, the one he was about to marry and the person he seemed to love before all. Could you even compare to what she was; what she did? (Dina had cheated on him, you knew that, but he was truly happy in their moments of pleasure and domesticity. They were a family until she died.)

You were drowning in your self-made sorrow when his voice called you, grounding you to the room. Standing before a door, naked and shivering, arms wrapping the damp towel around your shoulders. He called again, cracking the door open to pass you the - his - clothes he thought would fit you. He coughed as you took your temporary wear, your cool fingers brushing his warm ones. It was a sudden and jerking contact, you pulled back jerkingly, a shamble of an apology and a thank you flew from your tongue. His chuckle was a reassurance in the complete quietness of the flat, his low voice reminding you of better times.

The sweater hung loosely around you, dipping down your collar to expose your shoulder. It was warm, the cotton used to make it still soft after being stored away and the soothing scent of spice and pine deeply integrated into the fibres. The pants were stretched around your hips, the tight fabric thin and flexible under stress, hidden under the long shirt. The legs, however, swayed loosely around your limbs, too big for your calves, but tight enough to hug your thighs. He had certainly made sure to bring you clothes that would fit your frame. You hadn’t attempted to smell his pants, you thought it would’ve been too intrusive and disgusting to do so if only to smell a remnant of Miguel on his as you did on the sweater.

Miguel was waiting for you in the kitchen, his back turned to you as you ambled towards him. His shoulders loose and back relaxed in the presence of a stranger made you appreciate how good-natured he was in most universes you’d been to. He turned his head, gesturing you to sit on the chair facing him on the island as he returned to something he was making while you changed.

“I hope you don’t mind hot chocolate,” he started, voice light and hopeful as he turned to you, cup in each hand as he moved to stare at you. “I’m not one for tea.” He slid the warm mug into your hand, eyes watching your expression as he slowly sipped on the hot beverage.

His eyes squinted slightly when your lips curled upwards, a smile hidden by the steaming mug. You cupped the mug, feeling the warmth of the freshly brewed drink, the steam rising in soft curls and melting in the cooler atmosphere. Tentatively, you brought the rim to your lips, slowly tilting the cup. The powerful taste of chocolate hit you strongly, the sweet and dark liquid melting the tension in your muscles until you could curl over the table with an appreciative sigh.

“Thank you…” you knew his name, wanting to call him, but his reaction would be unwanted, the shock, fear and suspicion that would fill his beautiful, brown eyes. So you slurred your words, dragging out your voice until he could tell you his name himself.

“Miguel. Miguel O’Hara, ” he nodded, cocking his head upwards, pointing at you with his chin. “What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Hey every time I want to call you.” His lips broke into a cheeky smile, teasing you when he saw that you’d comfortably melted into the drink and his island chair. He wanted to ease the tense atmosphere from before into something much calmer, to help the accumulated tension in your shoulders to fall like the rain that clouded the streets of New York.

You let out a hoarse chuckle, your throat still fresh from crying, and told him your name, trying to stabilise your shaking tone. His cheeky smirk tugged at your heartstrings, you hadn’t seen Miguel laugh or smile this freely in months. You missed it. The casual banter you shared and the on-and-off insults you’d hurl at one another, all good-natured insults meant to rile him.

“Thank you, Miguel,” you nearly choked when you uttered his name, the wound still so fresh and bleeding it slip from your tongue easily. It brought up so many memories, both painful and joyful. Your eyes glazed over, tears threatening to fall once again, to paint your cheeks with agony that you - him, or perhaps both of you - had brought on yourself. “Thank you…”

Miguel hummed sympathetically, eyes staring down at his drink, deep in thought. Perhaps he was thinking of a way to invite you to share your problems, to tell him why you broke down on the street in stormy weather. Or maybe he was thinking of the fastest way to kick you out, to get rid of the mess you became. The silence, however, was reassuring, calming the nerves that followed the eerie calmness of Miguel’s den or the loud, hectic atmosphere of the Society. His warm, worrying gaze grounded you, the softness behind his concerned stare was heartwarmingly nostalgic.

“Difficult breakup?” His words seemed hesitant, unsure of his conclusion to the cause of your appearance. Unknowingly, he had struck gold, pinning down the right problem in your life with a few observations. Of course, he was observant and aware of his surroundings, why else was he so willing to bring you into his home?

“How’d ya know?”

His sigh was telling, the deep, concerned and tired breath was only used when he knew that you wouldn’t tell him what ailed you, like the groan of a disappointed, yet worried father.

“Because I know how it feels,” he says slowly, pensive over his words, picking them carefully to not damage you further than your ex had. He knew the pain of a harsh breakup, the pain and sorrow that followed, like a dark cloud that hovered over you whenever you were awake.

“Why?” You croaked.

“Why?” he parroted, frowning at your question.

“Why did you invite me in? I’m a- a stranger to you, you don’t even know me. What if I’d been acting to mug you or potentially kill and steal from you? What’d you do then, Miguel?”

“I know the risks, but you didn’t, didn’t you? And wouldn’t, you don’t look like the person to harm another.”

You scoffed at his words. Didn’t and wouldn’t didn’t mean you would not do it later after gaining his trust, to stab him in the back after he helped you and nursed you. The simple, naïve idea that you didn’t look like a violent person was mind-blowing, it was stupid. How could he know if you didn’t mean harm later on? Like how Miguel never meant to harm you - he loved you - and yet in the end, he had.

“That’s naïve,” you muttered, eyes closed as you drank the cooling beverage, the sugary drink trickling down your throat.

“I’m confident in my ability to read people.”

He did seem confident in his ability, the straight back and the strong gaze in his eyes showed; and, maybe because you knew from experience that Miguel was observant and careful, he hadn’t gotten where he was by simply trusting people and following the herd. He tested and made mistakes, he learned from them each time and found a way to use it to his advantage. The Miguel you saw in every universe was similar in some ways, their good nature, their cunningness, their bravery and their intelligence. All aspects known to characterize Miguel O’Hara in all universes he existed in.

You conceded to his will, head bowed and shoulders slack. You breathed shallowly, swallowing the lump in your throat:

“Yeah, what gave it away?”

You thought it would be the last of him you’d see in your life, you wished it wouldn’t, that you’d see him over and over, to feel what the Miguel from your universe had to give, but you knew it was wishful thinking, a wish thrown to the stars. Logically, he had no reason to call or text you after exchanging numbers days prior. He promised to call you, and he made you promise to call him if anything ever resurfaced, be it pain, anger, heartbreak or hate. You, instinctively, believed his word.

You hated yourself for falling so easily to another Miguel, how you bent to his words and the sweet promises he uttered that night. There was no sign that he would keep his word, that he would see you again after your breakdown, except for his words and your belief in him. Then it wasn’t misplaced, all the trust and belief you had, since he called you, asking to meet up at a cafe. Miguel had set up a place and time for you when you replied with a croak, still feeling down. He had whispered reassuring words to you, urging you to meet him - he explicitly told you he’d feel offended to be stood up - and spend some time outside. The air was fresh and cool for an autumnal month, it wasn’t too cold that you were forced to wear a thick jacket, but it wasn’t warm enough for you to go out in a simple shirt.

You were hesitant to take him up on his offer, knowing how easily you could rebound. You’d crash into Miguel’s open arms, searching for the love and affection he fed you like a lovesick puppy, but, then again, Earth-XXX’s Miguel was similar, yet different from his variant. It would be a lie if you told yourself you didn’t miss him, the soft smiles, the gentle touches and the affectionate words. You had spent so much time as his right-hand Spider that it felt odd not seeing him the following morning. It was a routine you’d formed: waking up in his bed, kissing him good morning, getting to work together and eating together. Everything you’d done in the past years was with Miguel from Earth-928 the routine, the rigidity, it was grounding, it was the only semblance of normalcy in the world you lived in.

Now, you had to face the possibility that you were too broken to see another Miguel, to hold a casual conversation and form coherent and normal sentences. The purposefully slow steps you took to the cafe picked after having a moment outside the glass front were telling in itself. You swallowed the little amount of saliva in your throat to soothe its dryness and walked through the doors of the quaint establishment. It was painted in calm, brown tones, rustic in design with a warmth that rivalled the comfort of your bed. It lifted a bit of the tension you had, shoulders slumping slightly as your eyes searched for a familiar mop of brown hair.

Laying against the brown sofa, he stared out of the wide window from his booth. The warm, morning lights caressed his cheeks, lighting up the sharp edges of his jaw and nose. He was sculpted in perfection, like the youthful beauty of Adonis, crafted with the meticulous and attention-catching hands of an artist that created what was thought to be a god’s beauty. You could spend your days watching him, catching every little detail of Miguel’s face under the changing lighting, but you were standing near the entrance and he was waiting for you. His words echoed in your mind: “Don’t forget about next week, I miss seeing you.”

His eyes flickered to you, blinking as he turned to you, flashing a smile. You returned the sentiment, a shaky smile lifting the corners of your lips. You sat across from him, eyes wandering the cafe to stare at anything but him, lest you wouldn’t be able to stop the rush of emotions that would light your face in a flush. He uttered your name, greeting you in a friendly manner. You nodded back, muttering his name, pushing down the wince whenever you said it.

“Chocolate.”

The still-warm cup stared at you, light steam wafting over the reflective liquid. It was full, unlike Miguel’s cup, and drank down to the middle of the container.

“Thank you.”

He probably wouldn’t let you repay him for the hot chocolate he bought you, the smile he gave you told you as much when your eyes flickered between his and your cup. The hot chocolate was a reminder of your night in his flat, where he lent you his shoulder to cry and his ears to listen. Embarrassment seemed to flash whenever you recalled the memory, how vulnerable you were to him, your walls broken down and your heart open. Though, Miguel didn’t seem to mind your fragility, giving you as much time as you needed.

“How are you? I wanted to give you a few days to think before meeting again, I thought you might’ve needed the time alone.”

You nodded lamely, fingers curling around the warm porcelain, back slumped into the booth to hide from his knowing eyes. He was right, you had needed the time alone to clean yourself up, scour through your memories and tend to whatever mess you made of yourself. You were thankful. The last few days had brought revelations, how - both of - you had ignored the signs of a rupture in the relationship and continued to push on, like crossing a crumbling bridge.

“‘M doing better. How- and how are you?”

He smiled at your attempt, you were trying on your own after a few - forced - encouraging words from Miguel. Maybe you’d learn to live with the pain, coexisting with the numbness that filled you until it dulled to a point where it would be barely acknowledged by you or anyone in your vicinity - where it wasn’t painted on your face with bright colours. Or the pursuit to forget it, pushing it into the farthest corner of your mind and heart, painting over the crack with glue. As long as you wouldn’t drown in your sorrows, ending up playing with dangerous substances to stay afloat while your mind sunk deeper into addiction and denial.

He wouldn’t let you get that far, Miguel understood you and he lived through it as you did. Although his was a more violent breakup - she had cheated on him, his explosive reaction was natural - than yours, he hadn’t relied on anything but self-meditation and a lot of thinking. Like a friend - you were one by his standards, he’d invited you to his flat, you’d seen his organized chaos and ranted about your life while he comforted you with his shoulder and a cup of hot chocolate - he would stay by your side, hoping his support would be enough to help you.

“Great so far.”

His grin - somehow - grew even larger, enthusiasm gleaming in his eyes.

Oftentimes, Miguel would be the one to call you, your phone ringing in the afternoon of the day prior with his soothing voice on the other end of the line. He spoke easily, finding the time to invite you out for the simplest reason, to talk, to make a drink, to have fun, and - your favourite by far - to see you. His initiative had you trying to double your efforts to heal, reaching outside of your boundaries and texting Miguel whenever you had a moment to yourself. You felt guilty that he was always the one to plan these outings, so you promised yourself that you’d become a better friend than you currently were. You even remembered his teasing tone when you called him for the first time:

”Aye, finally. I thought you’d never call me, chica. I felt neglected, thought you had forgotten about me for a second there.”

It started with the first coffee date, bickering about who would pay, pushing your card before the other while still seated at your table, frowning stubbornly and throwing promises about letting the other pay next time. Either way, Miguel rarely let you pay, coming atop as the winner of your little fight with his strength and height (you couldn’t exactly put all your force into your push, it could break bone and bruise the skin.).

Then it would be random meetings on the streets that would lead you to a random bench at the park, basking in the other’s presence, retelling your day and him nitpicking anything he could with a ridiculously criticising frown. He was playing, you knew he was. You did the same after you’d gotten more comfortable talking to him, it became easier to see him as a different - as his own - person. A few hits on the shoulder left and right, but it was mostly laughter at ridiculous expressions made to emphasize your disdain for a certain event.

The months that followed were a blur to you. Rather than going to a cafe or the park, you went to restaurants and crashed at one of your flats, yours if he wanted to play games and lounge about with food and drinks, and his if you wanted to watch movies (he had the best television you’d ever seen, such high definition and speed.) and tinker away at his inventions and theories. He was certainly happy that his new friend was another scholar in the field of genes and engineering (you were mostly into engineering than genes, but you knew a few things that you’d found interesting.). You could both gush - scientifically - about the possibility of gene splicing and lab-generated mutations in humans, like the mutant superheroes.

You’d taken some liberties and went drinking, meeting at the same bar biweekly to relax after a few hard days at work. It served to loosen your nerves until either of you felt comfortable to chat up a storm about the most random subject. It’d been about the odd dent on the rim of his glass; then it’d be about how the sky was grey this week, there weren’t any warm, yellow rays blaring down on you when you went out; or it’d be about the distasteful cut of a man’s moustache. Drinking loosened your tongues, some words were said and some sentiments were shared, but none were truly taken seriously knowing you were tipsy - nearing drunk - those nights.

Every time you saw Miguel, you felt like you were rediscovering a part of yourself as well as him, the thing that made him so distinct and loveable. Miguel was expressive and honest, he slowly and gently let you down from whatever high you were, the pillar you needed to stand again after falling. He was so much different. It used to pain you how much they looked alike, but character-wise, they were like the two sides of a coin. It made you appreciate the delicate intricacies that made the multiverse.

You won’t - can’t - deny that you’ve grown fond of this Miguel as you did with the other one, but you couldn’t let yourself love him. He didn’t deserve someone broken and hashed into many lives: the masks you wore, the things you did, the secrets you hid, and the things you could do. He didn’t deserve someone who could bring him to his death; dying simply because he was connected to Spider-Woman; beaten simply because he knew Spider-Woman; kidnapped simply because they deemed him useful as leverage. All things that could go wrong haunt you. Miguel was human, he wasn’t a Spider, he wasn’t a superhero, and he wasn’t a vigilante. He was Miguel O’Hara, the geneticist working at Alchemax, with a brilliant mind and a kind heart.

You cherished every part of him. That’s why you can’t let your heart lead, dedicate how you’d react to Miguel after the months you spent together. He was so close, yet so far; he was touchable, you could hold him, kiss him and hug him, but he was unattainable, you couldn’t tell him how much you loved him. You watched him with hidden love, showing your affection as platonic, a friend watching another. You had hardened yourself to your heart’s cries, for loving Miguel was a dangerous game-

“I- what?” you gawked at Miguel, wide eyes and mouth agape. You were shocked at the words that left his mouth, his soft, wet lips moving as he repeated the words.

“I love you.”

His cheeks were flushed, burning a soft red, it trailed to his ears and nape. His open collar - his jacket hung on the back of his chair and his shirt clung below his collar, a skin-tight shirt that hugged his sculpted chest sinfully, it hid little to the seeing eyes of the crowd and your drunk self. His sudden words had all but sobered you, shaking you into clear lucidity of his confession.

“You… love me?”

He blinked dumbly at you for a second, as if taking the time to absorb what he told you and what you repeated. Miguel was tipsy, not drunk. He smiled and nodded, a bashfully affectionate grin on his beautiful lips.

“Yes, is it so hard to believe, chica?”

He often called you chica, you thought it was a friendly term of endearment between friends (truthfully and regretfully, you knew little of Spanish, even with being in a committed relationship with an Irish-Mexican.). You just realised it was his pet name for you. All this time, he had given you his heart, and yet, you had denied him of yours. He was more playful and less burdened by life, it made him more teasing and smiling. The term chica somewhat made sense, a cuter and more playful way of calling someone you loved than the deep-meaning ones like mi cielo and mi vida, a play of words like a small secret between you. This secret hid behind names given between friends, a well-kept one, close to his chest but gifted to you.

It might’ve once been - started - as friends, but it grew and festered in his heart until he found the time to express himself, to tell you how he truly felt for you - how he grew to care for you. He deemed this moment fine, bordering tipsy and nearing drunk, he’d be open, brutally honest but still aware of the words that left him. He wasn’t a lightweight anyway.

You wanted to tell him you also loved him, but you couldn’t do it, mouth slightly open and eyes glazed with heartbreak, you simply stared at him in hesitancy. You opened your mouth once to reply and closed it, open and close, again and again until all you could do was stare at him. How were you supposed to answer him after the bomb he dropped?

”Yes! I love you too!”

”Oh, Miguel, I love you too.”

”I- I love you as well.”

There were so many ways to express your feelings to the man who confessed, but none seemed to convey the true emotions that lay in your heart. You wanted to tell him you learned to love again thanks to him, that the time spent with him had made you open your eyes to the beauty that you were blinded by the pain and you slowly grew to care for - love - him as much as you did with Spider-Man 2099. He had the same smile, the same mind, the same heart, but he was more innocent, less burdened by disaster and happier.

So you simply nodded. It made his smirk grow.

“Aye- would it be better if I called you ‘mi tesoro’ instead? It’s more straightforward, no?”

Even now, his words were light and playful, his tone affectionate as he leaned closer to you. You could see the mischievous glint in his warm, chocolate eyes (you thought that was why he liked serving you hot chocolate, it reminded you of his eyes.) and the curve of his lips as they moved to form words. You were transfixed by his beauty, mesmerised by the comforting hues and the sharpness of his cheeks, missing how close he was to you.

“Or maybe-”

Softness caressed your lips, a plush, warm feeling that made you flush. He was kissing you, those pretty lips on yours. Your breath stuttered and you froze, but it didn’t stop Miguel’s initiative, a hand cradled your nape, holding you in place as he pushed himself closer to you. He moved against you, tongue slipping from his mouth and tentatively laving over your bottom lip, asking for something.

He was so warm, so caring. You could just close your eyes and follow his lead - you did. He pushed harder, yet the kiss stayed soft and passionate, he lightly nipped your lip and soothed the stinging with his warm tongue, beckoning you to open your mouth for him. Your lips parted, opening up for Miguel to dive in, muscle meeting yours halfway and curling over yours. He still cradled your head, fingers running through your loose hair and tilting your head backwards, giving him more space to show you how much he loved you. Your arms, somehow, found themselves wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as he was pushing himself against you.

His kiss was loving, his hold was careful and his touch heartwarming. You almost regretted having to pull away, but you had to breathe, your lungs starving for air after having been devoured by Miguel’s adoring kiss. The moment you opened your eyes (you didn’t know you had closed them while you kissed), his smile greeted you, a lovesick one bubbling with unending joy. You almost choked from how it fit so well on him.

“That’s- that’s one way…” you spoke between breaths, chest swelling with every erratic pant, matching his similarly worn-out breathing.

That was all he needed from you. Your kiss was enough for him to know you loved him the same, a patient and gentle love he was willing to give you. Your heart pulsed strongly, lips curving and eyes squinting, you pushed yourself closer to his heat, his all-encompassing warmth that wrapped around you when you wanted to feel safe and loved. Your world couldn’t be any brighter, like the vibrant colours of blooming flowers when Persephone was given to her mother, where the snow melted and colours washed over the lands once more, painting the blank white and dead grey in joyous tones. It glowed brightly and warmed you like the summers that followed the melting ice, the clear, blue skies of Olympus and as freeing as the soaring hawks and skipping elks.

Letting go was far harder than loving. To let the person who you let in leave felt emptying, it left a gaping hole in his heart. Where it was once calm, struck a raging storm of rejection and regret, crashing waves the size of Poseidon’s rage and violent storms the strength of Zeus’ retribution. It hurt watching you walk beside a variant of himself, a happier and lighter version of him without his mutations or duty. You were the Spider-Woman of your universe so there wouldn’t be a second one unless there was a catastrophic canon divergence.

He hadn’t followed you at first, respecting your wishes of being left alone. He had to give you that much, at least, after those months spent beside his ignorant ass. He hadn’t seen it until it was too late, lost under the weight of his duty and fears that he’d forgotten he had people who cared, who felt, who loved. It was too late, it was always too late with him. If he couldn’t fix his first mistake, who’s to say he could fix this? He couldn’t save his first daughter or his second’s universe because it was falling apart. He couldn’t save anyone because he hadn’t realised his mistake in interfering in canon events, and he lost you because he couldn’t stop his vitriol, his violent temperament that had pushed you away. He always took things for granted until they were lost to him.

Was it two or three weeks before he decided to check up on you? He didn’t know anymore, the weeks blurred until he finally amassed the courage to go against everyone’s words. Through the flat hologram of his orange screen, he watched you lament on your own, body curled into itself and shoulders shaking. Your sobs were heart-wrenching to watch while he had no means of contacting you; you would’ve reacted more strongly and aggressively if he’d contacted you after leaving.

So he watched.

You stared vacantly from your window and left only for the bare necessities or to act as Spider-Woman. Crime never slept so you couldn’t stop even in your time of need. You swung from building to building so gracefully that Miguel was hypnotised by your grace. He watched these moments as a reminder of the missions he took by your side, webbing and catching anomalies all across the multiverse with fearsome speed and accuracy. You both had made a fearsome team, but that time was over, it was a memory long forgotten.

So he watched.

Your flat was cold and empty, the space filled with spectres of memories, the cool rooms vacant of life that used to fill them with warmth and happiness. It was saddening from his perspective - the observer, the watcher and the reader of your story - of your time spent alone. He wanted to tell you that you weren’t alone, that he was watching you from afar, a silent protector that would only act if you were in imminent danger - as long as it wasn’t part of the canon.

So he watched-

Besides you was Miguel - not him, another one - and he looked much too comfortable by your side for his liking. His variant seemed much too close for a friend, moving from sitting before you to beside you, arm slung over your shoulders and leaning back and, sometimes, towards you at a breath’s distance. He turned green with envy, a vicious monster brewing inside his body with the threat of bursting out, clawing at his chest. The other was too close to you for his liking.

He watched as his variant bought you drinks - always, however long and loud you’d complained and fought, he never let you pay in the end - and paid for your dates. He abhorred it. How happy you looked with the other him. How calm and satisfied your smile was. How close his variant was to you. He wished he was at the other’s place, taking his rightful place beside you. He would kiss you, smother you in love and give you whatever you wanted, whether it be a hug, a kiss or his time, he would’ve given them to you. He wouldn’t dance around the edge of your affection and his love like he was doing, like a man unsure of his feelings and anxious to act on it.

He thought the other Miguel was a coward - though he knew he wasn’t. He wanted to blame his variant and find fault for anything he did, but they were still the same person. He was Miguel O’Hara as much as he was. He wanted, but couldn’t, especially after seeing how both loved you the same, having a similar type. They were so much alike that he could’ve replaced his variant, yet so vastly different in other manners that he would’ve stood out. His history, his trauma, his curse, the other had none of them. He was normal while he was Spider-Man, a stronger, more brutal version of Spider-Man.

Granted, he loved you with every fibre of his being, but he had never showered you with as much love and affection as the other, having his character muddled through long hours of work and long-lasting tragedy. You were another of his tragedies, where he found love again and lost it by his own making. He would have left too if the Society didn’t depend on him, leaning towards him for support and help in protecting the multiverse. It was something he couldn’t sacrifice for his whims.

So he kept watching and let his heart crack and envy fester.

He watched you grow even closer to him, shoulders and hands occasionally touching, making you jump and blush. He watched you move from simple coffee dates to full-blown restaurants and bar dates, drinking and eating at your leisure - something he could’ve never provided you. He watched you wobble around when you were drunk, your arm over his shoulder and his around your waist, supporting your drunk weight. He watched you kiss, the other pressing your bodies together and you reciprocating the loving embrace you had once given to him.

He felt like crying. He was crying, silent tears rolling down his sharp cheeks in slow, thundering waves of his heartbreak. He clung to the desk, claws unintentionally popping out and bending the metal under his fist. The sound ripped through the silent room like the image that ripped through his heart. He was alone in his grief, shoulders slumping and arms shaking with the intensity of his emotions. He had locked the door, barricading it with a busy, do not disturb sign, warning the others that he was occupied and wouldn’t be reached unless there was an emergency.

“Miguel…”

He’d forgotten Lyla was here - she was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, with your help he had given Lyla an upgrade in her system that gave her access to every Spider that had the watch. She had access to every file in the database and his secrets. Lyla was loyal to him as much as she was to you, respecting your words with a promise of her own to leave you alone. That, however, didn’t mean that she wasn’t privy to his pains, watching him while his eyes were stuck to your universe’s screen, giving him some comforting words that were meant to lift his spirit. It never worked but the intention was there.

He couldn’t look at her, still facing the hologram of you kissing. He felt the surge of too many emotions to be able to think clearly, his self-control tethering on a thin line of fragile web. If he turned, he would explode on Lyla, giving her the brunt of his suffering even though she didn’t deserve it, she felt and laughed as much as any other human. He remembered programming in emotion with you, laughing about how much she would be as teasing and annoying as you. Lyla was another gift to him by you, so it would hurt him more.

“Miguel-”

“Don’t- Do not say another word.”

For a man in tears and pain, his voice was curt and stoic, playing the leading figure he’d taken for so long. It betrayed his shaky figure, fingers crushing the metal loudly and shoulders jerking with ever-wrenching choked sob. His world was crumbling around him, rippling and cracking from the seams and folding into itself. The control of his state was failing miserably as he kept staring at your mirthful smile after the kiss. It tore him apart knowing he pushed you further away and into the arms of another. It hurt him deeply.

Through everything, he heard Lyla whisper a small sorry before she popped out of existence, her small holographic body vanishing along with her orange light. Gone was her familiar light, gone was the nostalgic memory of programming her, and along her, was the support of another person. He was truly alone in this moment, to fall on his knees and let himself drown under the weight of everything.

If your love was a tangible thing, he would’ve cradled it between his warm palms, holding it tightly to his chest to feel the soothing effects you had on him. Like a balm to burns, you cooled the searing pains that the world inflicted upon him, the warm blanket that covered him when he needed rest and the pillar that held him when he fell. He’d lost something he couldn’t gain a second time, clutching his head in his misery, drowning and howling.

It felt surreal until it wasn’t until it all sunk in. He truly couldn’t grasp the utter loss and betrayal he felt. The realisation that he truly lost you to none other than himself. The irony of it all slashed deeper, how he drove you closer to another him by his own doing, making you love a Miguel with more gentleness, more kindness and time than him, Miguel O’Hara, the Spider-Man from Nueva York, Earth-928. Everything he had was lost in time, his spiralling thoughts of loss and misery clouded his vision, bringing tears forward in bigger waves.

Was he doomed to lose everything he cared about? Was he bound to love and lose? Why couldn’t he have a happy ending like everyone else? Was it because he was different? Perhaps it was, there were other O’Hara Spider-Man, but none were mutated like him, a product of self-infliction and sabotage - none had their DNA spliced and mixed with a spider’s. He was simply too different from the others, they were lean but still had a strong musculature, muscles tightened to create more strength and defence; none were big and broad as he was, with rough edges and mean streaks. They were nice and happy, faced losses of their own, but always came out on top (there were some minor - sometimes major - variants of Spider-Man here and there, but they all had some similarities in their stories of becoming.). He saw the devastation and grasped onto the thinnest silver lining he could find, holding onto it to stay afloat while others thrived where they were.

Maybe it was truly because of him. He was realistic - near cynic - he couldn’t see things optimistically, life had made him that way. The silver lining he saw in things was small, nearly extinguished by his near-pessimistic way of life. Did that have an impact as well? It most likely did, at least partly. Fate had given him a bad hand in things, he couldn’t be completely blamed for how things turned - or so he thought, hoped. A man wasn’t only the result of what he’d done, but also of what he was given. When push comes to shove, Miguel acted in a way he thought meant well for him and the others even if it didn’t seem like the right decision at first. He rarely doubted his actions while he did them, only after, could he let himself face the consequences of what he’d done. Miguel simply didn’t have the pleasure of waiting. He needed to act when it was called.

If he had waited, if he had been patient and sought out others for support, if he had spent time thinking before acting, would he still have his little girl beside him? Would he still have you in his arms? If he had shown you more affection, would you have still loved him?

Did you still love him?

Miguel didn’t know what he was doing. Standing before your apartment door in civilian clothing and a bouquet of twelve, beautiful white tulips - the meaning not lost to him. It was an attempt at apologizing for his mistakes, a desperate one led by heartache. He brushed his hair back, trying to look as kept as he could in his situation: dark bags and sickly skin, tense muscles and sore back. This was a daring move from him, it would end up catastrophic if the Miguel from your universe saw him at your front door; but he checked, making sure his variant was elsewhere before opening a portal to your place.

He hadn’t moved in a while, listening to you move around your flat, the sound of your soft steps shuffling from behind the door, a wall between you and him, reminding him that he wouldn’t be able to cross it unless you welcomed him. He held the bouquet in one hand and knocked with the other, his knuckles hitting the wood softly and hesitantly. There was a pause between every knock, drawn by his nerves and the anxiety that gripped him.

You moved and closed in on the sound at the door. He saw your shadow dance under the small gap on the floor and pause. You knew. You knew it was him even without peeking through the peephole, your spider-sense aiding you in recognizing the unknown. Although your hand rested reluctantly at the knob - perhaps still too raw from your break as he was - you opened the door for him, figure small and apprehensive.

“Miguel,” you muttered his name, greeting him with a slow nod. You stepped back and opened the door wider for him, he took it as a good sign that you let him in rather than shut the door in his face.

He nodded back, saying your name. He took a step forward, foot breaking the barrier to your flat. The second one ensured he was fully invited, both feet strongly rooted on your side of the door. He wanted to make himself smaller, to appease you, but he knew you wouldn’t have liked that. He squirmed under your stare, a mix of curiosity and concern.

He nearly sighed audibly when you gestured at him to sit and he moved to the sofa he remembered sleeping on with you, cuddling under a warm blanket while you watched a movie. He knew your home by heart like you knew his, the memory washed over him with melancholy. You sat on the armchair to his left, your back to the kitchen. He swallowed thickly and handed you the bouquet, freshly cut tulips glistening with pearly drops under your lights.

Your shoulders shook as you leaned in to take the bouquet, jolting back when your fingers grazed him. Feeling your skin felt invigorating, it breathed back life into him, even slightly. You thanked him with a slow nod, seemingly unsure of what to make of it. Was it a gift? Was it an apology? Was it a farewell sign? He figured your mind was running in circles trying to understand the meaning of the pretty bouquet he handed you. You were always an overthinker, but your mind worked brutally well. That’s something he always appreciated about you.

“I-” Miguel started, seemingly stopped by something that he couldn’t get out of his throat. Maybe a ball of dread or needles of anxiety, but it held him from giving you the words he spent nights thinking over, to give you the message he built from the deepest crevice of his heart. “I’m sorry, (Name).”

You stared at him, understanding that he needed a moment of silence to truly convey his feelings. You hadn’t uttered a word since he first started, expression neutral, not betraying whatever brewing storm you locked inside of you. He was grateful, truly.

“I know- I know it doesn’t mean much now, but I’m really, really sorry, mi vida.”

He sensed you tense, the muscles of your back contracting and rippling under your shirt. Every unseen fibre moving was bare to him, he could see and feel better than most, if not, everyone else.

“I acted out of anger and lack of sleep, but that doesn’t mean you deserved that- never. I just, my mutation makes me more animalistic, more… aggressive than the other, and I hurt you. You didn’t deserve any of that and I can’t always blame it on my mutations. I should’ve been able to control myself. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you in those ways.”

He lowered his gaze to his hands, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing his palm, trying to coax himself into relaxation. Although your breathing softened, a calm breeze in an atmosphere thick with tension, he didn’t dare look up and see the face you were making.

“I was a bad boyfriend and a horrible friend. I’m- I’m not asking you to forgive me, I don’t want you to forgive me, but- I just needed to tell you how much I regret hurting you. I want to apologise, I don’t know what else to do, I don’t know how to fix this.” He breathed deeply, collecting every ounce of confidence and honesty to brave your reaction. “I’m sorry, mi cielo.”

He shuddered, body rippling with his pained breath. He hadn’t realised how painful it would be to face you with his fears and confession, with the threat of abandonment and rejection fresh in his mind. He was a man of pride and strength, rarely facing anything with trepidation and hesitance.

“I’m really sorry, mi cielo. I’m so, so sorry.”

He sat in silence, letting it hang over him like the blade of a guillotine, silent and brunt. Perceiving the flash of the sharp blade before it fell on his neck, sentencing him to a quick downfall with a long, lasting agony that would sting his neck as long as it would hurt his heart. The French used it for executions, the thing that spelled people’s end. At its height, it was used as an apparatus to behead traitors or people who were deemed dangerous to the people of the new republic. Down the blame went and off the head popped, like it would happen to Miguel if he wasn’t prepared for it. He truly didn’t know whether he had prepared for his rejection, for the death of his heart, to watch the flickering sparks of his flame wither out.

“I’m sorry too, Miguel-”

The rope strained, knots twisting and rippling in the tightness of the pull. It shook, whipping in the air as it straightened completely, held closely by the hand of the executioner. The wind blew but it was sturdy, withstanding the violent gales that slammed against the body of it.

“-it means a lot that you came here to apologise- ”

The crowd was filled with silence, the emptiness of the area a mock of a ghost town. Abandoned to be sentenced to death without anyone to witness. They deemed him not fit for their acknowledgment before his death, before the sparks of his life extinguished. His fate wasn’t worth their time, unlike the poorest criminals who stole for money, unlike the richest pigs who fed from the poor with their silver spoons and golden crowns, unlike the cruellest killers who gutted and left men, women and children to bleed out, and unlike the guiltless innocents cursed for something they hadn’t committed.

“-but, I can’t.”

The rope was let loose, its tail flying and whipping in the air as the blade descended with its weight. The wood chafed against its support beams, yet it flew gracefully and rapidly, singing the doom of its prisoner. The blade gleamed under the moon’s bright light, the silver whispers of peace and sleep deaf to his ears.

“I can’t love you anymore.”

It cracked down on him, his life flashing before him as it cut into him. Severing his control over his body, putting out the dying embers of hope. He clung to desperation in his last moments, wishing to relive the moments of happiness, bright oblivion and cherished love.

He wished that he could’ve seen your shadowed figure hidden in the darkness, tears lining your cheeks as you watched him take his last breath. The only person who came to see him leave, the one who he would’ve burned the world for. In the end, after everything he’d done, you still gave him a small moment of your time to witness his fall, you deemed him worthy of such an act. You offered him your kindness.

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wyrmmaster · 1 month

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Discussing Blue Archive Lore and going progressively insane has been an experience. The Mystics, for example:

Each academy has its thing, right. Abydos is ancient Egyptian pantheon, Trinity is Christianity (+English/Irish/Scottish myth), Gehenna are the 72 demons, Valkyrie and SRT are Norse, Hyakkiyako is Japanese myth, and so on. So it's easy to establish a framework: "They're representative of cultural figures from x place".

So:

You have the ones that are Obvious: Shiroko is Anubis, Hoshino is Horus, Mika is the Archangel Michael, Seia is Gabriel, Hina is Baal, Wakamo is Tamamo no Mae, Niya is Ootakemaru, Kazusa is Cath Palug, Ako is Astaroth, among others

Then you have the ones that are "Obvious" as in "probably": Serika as Bastet, Saori as Lucifer, Nonomi as Nephtys, Nagisa as Uriel, Suzumi as Sariel, Koharu as Metatron, Hasumi as Sandalphon, Hinata as Jegudiel, Kanna as Odin, Miyako as Mimir, and so on.

Now you start getting a little out there, as you have to expand your the concept of "figure from x place" to "the concept from x place".

Shit like "well, Rin's family name is Nanagami, "Seven Gods", she's currently the highest authority at least on paper, so what if she's The Seven Holy Names of God per Jewish faith? If we assume the GSC President was capital G monotheistic God it'd make even more sense" "What if she's the seven heavenly virtues instead?" "Also possible but I think it's the former".

Then you get to fucking Millenium.

"Yuuka's halo is a simple perfect circle that looks artificial. Her birthday is 3/14. She is insanely good at math. She's pi. Stop laughing. Look at her twintails. π. Come on, keep up."

"Rio is either the Theory of Relativity both as a relation to Himari's potential Quantum Theory of Light and as an important foundation of our concept of physics, which would fit with her being MIllenium's president OR as she's the President of Millenium and created the city of Eridu, she's supposed to be the Sumerian Deity Enki, God of creation, knowledge, and water and patron deity of the ancient city Eridu." "Maybe she's both." "SHE'S PROBABLY BOTH, THANKS."

"Himari could be the Quantum Theory of Light in relation to Rio - being a more modern and complete concept, or she could be Isaac Newton, who had a mild obsession in the paranormal, like her." "What if she's also got a Mesopotamian-" "It'd be Ishtar, both because of her antagonism towards Enki in some myth her interest in the stars and as a riff on her whole conceit about her beauty. Further backed up by Eimi being her assistant that handles all the physical work, making her the Bull of Heaven. Eimi even had horns in her concept art." "Someone just put forth Euler's Identity, because it's considered a representation of mathematical beauty, like a sonnet is for poetry."

"The Game Development Department are Eroge Company references. Yuzu is Yuzusoft, Aris is Alicesoft, and the Saiba twins are Cyberworks's Wendybell and Tinkerbell. We can maybe assume that's just what they are." "Oh, thank god something stupid to end this post on-" "Aris's whole universally loved hero thing with an almighty weapon integral in saving the world might make her Gilgamesh-" "FINE OUR DAUGHTER IS GILGAMESH."

#wyrmarchive

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godsofhumanity · 2 years

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Zeus, after a break-up: She said I'm not good-looking enough for her! Not good-looking! Zeus: Odin, look at me. Look at my face! Am I beautiful? Osiris, am I beautiful? Odin: Osiris: Osiris, sighing: You're very attractive. Zeus: Yeah!

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actiwitch · 4 months

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pop-culture tags to block as a pagan

(not that anything is inherently wrong with these fandoms!!!! this is just to avoid seeing these fandom's content under searches and tags about your gods if you so choose)

HELLENIC:

#lore olympus / #rachel smyth / #lo / #lo hades / #lo persephone / #lo apollo / #lo artemis / #lo demeter / #hadestown / #hadestown fanart / #hadestown the musical / #the sandman / #the sandman netflix / #dc / #morpheus x reader / #stray gods / #percy jackson / #pjo

NORSE:

#mcu / #marvel / #marvel cinematic universe / #marvel studios / #mcu loki / #loki mcu / #mcu thor / #thor mcu / #loki x reader / #thor x reader / #loki x thor / #thorki / #lokius / #loki series / #tom hiddleston / #god of war / #gow

EGYPTIAN:

#ennead manhwa / #seth ennead / #ennead seth / #ennead fanart / #seven seas entertainment

GENERAL/MISC/OTHER:

#record of ragnarok / #ror / #snv / #shuumatsu no valkyrie / #yaoi / #bl / #boy love

let me know any additions below! this is certainly not comprehensive.

#pagans #pagan #paganism #paganblr #pagan witch #pagan gods #pagan deities #deity work #deity worship #pagan tips #hellenic pagan #kemetic paganism #hellenic polytheism #norse paganism #norse pagan #egyptian pantheon #egyptian paganism #the old gods #heathenry

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aphroditelovesu · 5 months

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⤷✿.｡Since you voted yes to commissions, so here we are. I was a little unsure about the price, so I researched and tried to make it as fair as possible. I hope you agree with this! ❤️

Also, this is completely optional! If you don't want to, you don't have to request a commission! All the other requests works the same way!! ⤷♡.+ n a v i g a t i o n.

What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

2,00 $/R$ 2,00 for 500 words;

6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

Additional Information

I accept payment via PayPal and Pic Pay only (PayPal = Ko-Fi)

Payment must be made before I start and I will always send you updates if you ask me.

I write in English and Portuguese.

I have a deadline of 5 to 10 days to complete your commission, however, if something unforeseen happens and it ends up being delayed, I will inform you.

If I write more than what was asked, obviously there will be no additions.

If you are interested, DM me with details and feel free to ask me anything.

#yandere #dark #yandere au #dark au #commissions #writing commissions

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unniekiwi · 1 year

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Avatar Spider x male reader platonic who is a sort of experimental thing to see if they could have humans develope lungs to breathe the pandora air, and like reader was dumped there and made a place for himself and ran into Spider where they sort of make a connection since reader is human adjacent being the normal height of a human man and Spider being a kid, Spider starts hanging out with reader a lot and the Sully family becomes curious where their stray has been going so they investigate to find reader and Spider huddled up in a blanket and reader telling mythology of earth such as Greek, Norse, Egyptian and such teaching Spider to write and connect with his human side in a different way. I imagine reader is a average human height gills like stuff on his neck and having una rural eyes but nothing too different from humans

𝖠𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖾! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼.

I LOVED THE IDEA SO MUCH WAAA! 🫣💕

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

- Be careful Spider. The air doesn't last that long. - a tired voice shouted to the escaped boy outside of Pandora.

- Aha! - the gorilla boy, so nicknamed by the scientists, ran to the Sullys, his adoptive family. For obvious reasons, he knows he will never be accepted by Neytiri, but as long as Kiri, Tuk, Lo'ak, and Neteyam accept him he has no problem with the female.

As the boy ran he stumbled over utensils on the ground, but not any utensils, but human objects. Specifically, forks and knives, these utensils he knows are used by humans, so there must be one nearby. As a human raised in an environment of alien cats, curiosity got the better of him. He followed the trail, looking for someone until he found a cave full of plants, he found nothing but a human-sized house. Spider was confused, someone like him? He was excited, he wanted to meet you already.

For your part, you had gone hunting, in search of food. The food on Pandora was a bit… unusual to that of Earth, with totally indescribable flavors. Some are better than others, you really missed the food of Earth and the Earth itself. You went back with food for the day until you walked in and bumped into a boy not much shorter than you.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was there. - Exalted he apologized in fear and pulled out your utensils. - You dropped these, I found them on the floor, I was just coming to give them back to you. I'm leaving now. - Having said this, he headed for the leafy exit but you stopped him.

- Easy, little one. You can stay here for a while. And thanks for the silverware. - You smiled as you put your food for the day on the floor. Spider stood there looking at you, why didn't you have a mask on your face and not choking? For your part, you noticed the boy's expression and laughed a little.

- I was an experiment of humans and they threw me here in Pandora. - You innocently left your bow on a table and looked at the little boy, he looked upset.

- I'm sorry you had to go through that. - He looked at the floor a little uncomfortably. You smiled at him and walked over to him.

- It's nothing. I've already gotten used to living here. But I'm glad there are people like you, who bother to apply the ways of the Na'vi. - The Boy smiled at your comment, but he couldn't help feeling bad, after all, he was human too. - Well, enough about me. Let's talk about you, what's your name, little one? - you asked, ruffling his dreadlocks.

- Spider. I live with the Sully family. I'm considered family, well, sort of. - proudly he looked at you and you laughed, the Sullys? he won the lottery, you can imagine that the "more or less" goes for Neytiri.

- Oh my! You've gone with the Toruk Makto family, lucky you. - you laughed grabbing your bow again. Spider laughed as he followed you with a twinkle in his eye, admiring you in the blink of an eye. - Will you come on an expedition with me for a while? - Spider nodded happily, Spider's happiness levels were sky-high. He has a lot of questions, he has always been a curious person, so he was going to ask you to show him human things.

About three weeks passed and Spider's visits were daily and constant, not unlike with the Sullys, who were starting to worry. Kiri was the one who was most worried, her monkey had disappeared out of nowhere. So she managed to convince her siblings to look for him, Kiri knew that Lo'ak and Tuk would help her, but Neteyam was more complicated since he is busy all the time, she doesn't blame him, that's the thing about being the big brother.

- Where are we going to keep looking? We've been here for two hours… - Lo'ak was annoyed, where was that annoying Spider?

- Shh. I hear voices. And they are not yours. - The older brother shushed everyone and motioned for his brothers to follow. The closer they got, the more the conversation got louder.

- Can you hear it? - Neteyam whispers to his brothers, and they nod.

- Very good! You are a quick learner Spider. Now read the next paragraph. - An unrecognizable voice spoke and mentioned Pandora's Tarzan. Lo'ak's face was a poem, what is going on, he doesn't understand anything and the worst thing is that he is a restless ass and wants to see.

- Anubis. Funerary god patron of embalmers. The main divinity of the XVII nome of Upper Egypt, the dog god Anubis, whose name describes the position in which he is most often represented, as it probably means <be lying (on the belly)> was the main god of the dead of Egypt before the popular fervor was gradually conferring that position to Osiris. His main epithets accurately describe the various aspects of his personality. As lord and guardian of the necropolis to whom it falls to introduce the dead in the afterlife, the lord of the sacred land. - You were impressed you had only been practicing reading for four days, and he read almost an entire page to you.

- Spider. I'm impressed. Wow. You're a great reader! You've only been practicing for four days. - You pull the blanket over him more and he snuggles up to you. These days he's noticed a connection, as Kiri would say. Platonic, he has become very fond of you and sees you as a relative.

- Well… that's because you taught me! - Spider laughs as he threads his arm through yours while reading on.

- Spider! - shouts Lo'ak suddenly entering, your face looks confused and Spider is surprised. He feels disloyal, he really hadn't realized that they could be worried about just him disappearing.

- Sorry guys! I should have told you… but it was for Y/N's sake. He's been living alone and he's a human and I didn't want him to- - the Tarzan was cut off by Kiri.

- Spider, relax, we are not angry, we are just worried. We are glad you found another human. We would like to know why he is not suffocating and running out of breath. - Kiri is always showing understanding and curiosity at all time.

- I am an experiment of the humans, they wanted to develop some way to be able to breathe in Pandora without the contraptions, and that's where I came from. - You explained by touching your gills, the blue beings were empathic until Lo'ak cleared the atmosphere.

- What were you reading? - Curious, he approached the foot of the large hammock where the humans were.

- Egyptian Mythology. They are the beliefs of a collective of humans from a thousand years ago. - As he said this, the other three brothers approached and showed interest in the subject.

Spider was really happy, he was learning a lot of things about the earth, he was with his brothers and with his new best friend, Y/N.

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