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spidershops0 · 10 months

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glub glub glub welcum 2 my side-blog known as spidershops0, side blog to my main @spideypawz

Summary of this intro post:

I’m Malik! I go by he/him and I’m 15, I like homestuck, and some other things! Hope u enjoy my blog!

OK NOW FOR THE LONG VERISON:

My names Malik, but most just call me spidey! I love drawing, writing (occasionally), editing, and rambling about my favs. I go by he/him pronouns and I’m 15 yrs old, I’m also black 🇨🇲🇺🇸

I really really really like homestuck, I’m absolutely enthralled by it and I’d like to share stuff I make in relations to it. But I also like other things such as the Sonic franchise (I also really really really like sonic), Music, Spider-Man (obviously), TMNT, FNAF, South Park, Welcome Home, Art Commentary, Moral Orel, Cookie-Run, etc.

This is just the blog I use to ramble about things so it doesn't take up my main.

And also doodles, I don't draw a lot so I try to produce more doodles

ok lightning round: my fav homestuck things

Fav Beta Kids: rose and dave. the strilondes hold my heart I’m so sorry

Fav Alpha Kids: ALL OF THEM❤️❤️

Fav Beta Trolls: Terezi, Tavros, Vriska, Karkat, Nepeta, Sollux, Aradia, Eridan, and Feferi

Fav Dancestors: meenah, aranea, damara, kankri & meulin :3

Fav Ships: dirkjake, i reallt really really like dirkjake, davejake, dirkjohn, johndave, vrisrezi, janejasprose, janerose, arasol, cotton candy, arafef, rosemary, katnep, jaderose, dirkuu, calliroxy, johnkat, solkat, jaderoxy, and equisol

im like….the worlds biggest multishipper

Fav Friendships: Dirk & Jane (I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH), Dirk & Roxy, Jake & Roxy, Roxy & Jane, just….alll of the alpha kids….I love them a lot

BYF:

- i reblog things like…..a lot

- any homophobic jokes I may make are ironic, I don’t support actual homophobia.

- I only put TWs for serious subjects (i.e, SA, racism, transphobia, homophobia, etc.) and also flash warnings! If your trigger is uncommon then tumblrs great tagging system will be your best friend, otherwise I advise you to tread lightly

- i unironically like broadway homestuck and it wrecked my Spotify wrapped a little bit

- i do not have a dni or anything, just don’t be weird towards me. that’s all I ask. if i do not like you I will avoid you, simple as that!

that’s about it! if you actually read allat thanks! I greatly appreciate it.

You can find me at @spideypawz for actually finished artwork, and also under the #spideypawz tag. For my random thoughts you can find me under #spideythoughts!! for now feel free to stick around for the doodles and rambling. Bye!!!

(Oh yeah here r my other socials)

- @spideypawz_ on twt

- @spideypawz on insta

- @spideypawz on spacehey

And I think that’s about it? Okay bye for real

#homestuck #pinned intro #hs fandom #spideypawz #spideythoughts

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fericita-s · 3 years

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Midsommer Scenes

for the summer @frozines, some Agduna moments on midsommer nights. Thank you @the-spaztic-fantastic for beta-ing!

The Arendellians had it wrong, but what could you expect of people who lived in a stone city? They thought the plants were magical on Midsommer, but Iduna knew her hands wrought the healing conjured from a steady boil, a careful grinding in the mortar and pestle, the gentle stripping of the leaves from the stem.

At Visser's Apothecary Iduna sold the little bundles of seven flowers and watched girls came in all day, giggling as they gave her their coins. She hoped they’d wake with the soft petals crushed underneath their pillows, happy with the dreams they had and not fussed by stains from the meadow buttercup. She’d used that knowing the smear of yellow would be close to the Midsommer tradition of the forest - spreading butter across the entrance to their homes as a way to welcome and encourage the sun in its journey across the sky. The people here wouldn’t know it, but they’d be a part of the traditions she knew, the ones she still missed years into her forced exile.

Iduna made her own bundle in the castle gardens, hesitating before she pulled up the purple crocus. Her dreams would be of Agnarr no matter what she slept with under her pillow but she claimed the royal flower anyway. They didn’t hold much of a scent, but she’d remember the smell of wet earth as she turned the soil to plant the bulbs, the sharp and sweet smell of lemonade when the job was done. Agnarr’s fingers had brushed hers as he handed her the glass, his hand had been under her elbow as he guided her to the shade.

The Arendellians didn’t know about sun-rings either. So Iduna made one now, pulling up green bearberry leaves and the red fruit, a sprig of spiky rosemary and the soft yellow petals from the tulips. She arranged it into the shape of a red sun with rays of yellow warmth radiating from the center, like arrows pointing out as she said prayers for the lost. Her parents. Her brothers. All those who had fallen in the chaos as the mist descended.

Maybe someone was in the forest, praying for her. In the forest, they’d make a circle out of twigs and rocks and the teardrop leaf of the silver birch, the maple flowers a crown spread around it. Agnarr would fashion a crown for her like it if she asked. The ring on her finger was stamped with the image of a sun and he’d want to know this ceremony of her own making. She’d tell him when they were wed.

He found her before she crossed the bridge back into the market square.

"Enjoy your dreams of me tonight. I shall try to be very dashing," he teased, before turning sincere. “I saw you from the window in the council chamber but I couldn’t leave fast enough to join you.”

She leaned up on tiptoes to kiss him and smiled, her hand in his. "I would have had to start all over again if you had. If you don't pick them in silence, it won't work."

Agnarr walked her home and when she fell asleep later to the lick of bonfire flames outside the window she dreamed of the mist parting, of being crushed into a hug by those she missed.

She woke with a start and it seemed impossible. But then, so had marrying Agnarr. And she'd be doing that in a few short months. She whispered a prayer to the sun and when she slept again she dreamed of Agnarr, waiting for her at the end of the chapel with the sunlight on his hair.

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“We are the People of the Sun,” Iduna whispered, her lips tickling the soft hair on baby Elsa’s head as she formed the words. “We celebrate the sun for giving us life and flowers and the cycle of sleeping and waking. We thank the sun and offer her a gift so that she may go to the highest point of the sky.”

Agnarr jumped down from the step stool, wiping the remnants of the butter on his pants. “I believe that’s the first time butter has been smeared on the nursery lintel. Gerda will have some questions.”

“Is it time to tell them all? One less secret might make keeping this one easier,” Iduna said as she gestured to the icicles forming on Elsa’s fingertips.

“Not yet,” Agnarr said. “This is one night of magic but the rest of the year they fear it.” He pulled Iduna against him and put his hand on Elsa’s head. “We shall make a better world for her so that one day we don’t carry so many secrets.”

*******

Iduna laid back against the pillows, exhausted but eager to hold the squalling newborn. The midwife placed the baby in her arms and then wiped her brow with a cool cloth.

“Happy Solstice, my midsommer baby.” She rubbed her cheek against the baby’s bright red hair, smiling at how much it looked like her father’s. “May you always shine as bright as the sun.”

Iduna ran her thumb down the baby’s nose and then back up again, humming a melody she couldn’t quite remember the words to. She hoped she’d recall them after she rested. Her daughters didn’t need more secrets, even the accidental ones as more and more of her past disappeared behind the mist as the years went on.

#frozine #agduna #midsommer scenes #iduna #agnarr

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magnoliasinbloom · 4 years

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Crash Course Love

Infinite thanks to @anna-swims and @lcbeauchampoftarth for being awesome betas.

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12: Past Tense [Claire]

I’d been dreaming of Jamie.

I had dreamed of his hands roving all over me, touching me, pleasuring me. I thought I had dreamt his hand on my breast, his arousal pressed against my bum, and I shamelessly ground my body on his, in my lust-fueled dream. The sound of his voice had hit me and it had stopped being a dream.

I’d made it become reality. I’d gone for broke and kissed him, and more. What on earth had possessed me to do that?

You’re insanely attracted to him, that’s why.

He hadn’t rejected me, and for that I was grateful. But now paranoia had set in and I was worried about what our encounter would do to our budding friendship. Afterwards, I had felt a little stilted and awkward. He gave no outward sign of discomfort, but was attentive and polite as usual.

But now that I knew what Jamie looked like in the throes of passion, starting a conversation became doubly hard. The roads had been cleared, the snow storm having spent itself in a night. After breakfast with his family and being hugged goodbye by everyone (including my vague promise to Ellen about coming back soon), he had driven me home; the radio was on a little bit loud, breaking up the silence between us. We managed a few half-smiles, a brush of hands here and there, and a promise to call each other soon. We had a wedding to attend, after all.

I had a few texts from Louise and a voicemail, who wanted to go over the flower arrangements one final time, now that the wedding invitations had been mailed and RSVPs were pouring in, including mine. The wedding was set in a few weeks, right before Christmas. The shop was closed on Mondays, but I texted her back so we could meet up later that week. I did a load of laundry. I went over some invoices for the shop. And all the while, in the back of my head, the memory of Jamie’s mouth and hands on me lingered.

The ringing of my phone startled me out of my reverie; Jamie Fraser flashed on the screen, and my heart pounded in double-time. The tension in my shoulders eased and I felt something unclench in my stomach I hadn’t even realized was there.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Sassenach, it’s Jamie. Well, o’ course ye ken that, mobiles show ye who’s calling, don’t they. But why do we always answer the phone like we dinna ken who’s calling, right?”

“Hi, Jamie. You know, you’re right about that. I’ll start answering my phone differently from now on.” I laughed, set further at ease by the Scottish burr of his voice.

“Och, weel, I just wanted to thank ye for accompanying me to lunch. And being so nice to my family. They absolutely loved ye, I think ye could tell. And I wanted to say… sorry. I guess. For the… this morning, ye ken. In case ye were regretting it. Or if ye think I was out of line.”

“Actually, Jamie, I was hoping you didn’t think I was out of line.” My hands fiddled with the papers on the table. “I think I was pretty clear about what I wanted. But maybe you didn’t want to be pawed at and I don’t want you to think that it’s all I wanted from you. You’re my friend, and I wouldn’t want this to come between us.”

“Friend?” Jamie repeated.

“Of course, I consider you my friend,” I said, confused. “Aren’t we friends?”

“Aye, of course, Claire.” He paused. “There was one more thing I wanted to ask ye. As friends, then.”

“Sure.”

“I meant to ask ye out. On a proper date.” Jamie’s tone went up on the last word, making it sound like a question.

“A date.”

“A real one. Not just coffee—unless that’s what ye would like, of course. But I thought perhaps dinner.”

“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate any longer. My fingers gripped the phone tightly, and the swooping feeling of butterflies was back in my stomach, but for a good reason.

“Really?” Jamie asked, incredulous.

I laughed again. “Yes, Jamie, I’m saying yes. Would this Friday be alright?”

“Sounds perfect. Shall I pick ye up at 7? Did ye have anything in mind that ye’d like?”

“Whatever you choose will be fine. I trust you.”

He didn’t know how much.

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For the rest of the week, I spent my days dreaming about my date with Jamie. Date, date, date. A real date. I put in flower orders for bouquets and tended to the indoor plant boxes that held rosemary, parsley, and thyme, but all the while my thoughts were with Jamie.

After meeting Louise on Friday morning for some final wedding details, I left the shop in a hurry, already planning my outfit in my head. Dress up, or seem casual? Maybe a mix of both? As I ransacked my closet, pulling out shirts and jeans and the few dresses I owned, I decided to call Geillis.

“I have a date tonight.” I didn’t even bother to say hello as soon as she answered.

“Ye do?” Geillis Duncan was one of the few people in Glasgow who’d made Frank and me feel welcome back when we were new to the city. She owned a small but popular café near the flower shop. Our friendship had survived my breakup; it dawned on me that we hadn’t talked to each other in a couple of weeks, and she knew nothing about Jamie. I filled her in on some of the details, keeping the most recent private ones to myself.

“So he’s picking me up in like, an hour, and I don’t know what to wear!” I wailed, trying to zip up the back of a dress and giving up in frustration.

“It sounds like ye’re overthinking this, Beauchamp,” Geillis said. “Why don’t I come over now and lend ye my black skirt ye like so much and the yellow top? It’ll bring out the color of yer eyes, I’m sure Jamie will love ye in it.” She was giggling madly at the idea.

“Don’t tease me, Geil, I’m so not in the mood right now. But thank you.”

We hung up, and twenty minutes later she was at my door, helping me with my hair and make-up after I had dressed. I knew there was an ulterior motive to her being at my flat, and she confirmed in no uncertain terms that she wanted to see Jamie herself.

“Geillis, please don’t—”

“Relax, Claire. I just want to see the lad’s whose bonny red hair has ye in such a fluster.”

“You have red hair, you know.”

Geillis clucked. “’Tis not the same, and ye ken it. When will he be here?”

Before I could respond, there was a knock at the front door. It was promptly seven o’clock, and I glanced at Geillis in a panic. She smoothed down the skirt and pushed me towards the entrance. Heart pounding, very much aware that Geillis was peering gleefully around the hall for a glimpse of Jamie, I opened the door to find a very dapper Jamie. In dark jeans, a pressed sky-blue shirt and a black coat. The hues of his outfit brought out the intense sapphire of his eyes as his own gaze raked me over and seemed please at what he saw. I blushed.

“Hello, Sassenach.” He leaned in to kiss my cheek and his fingers lingered briefly on my arm. I caught the scent of his cologne, like tart lemons and spice.

“Hi, Jamie.” We stood there for a few seconds that seemed an eternity, before a loud harrumph and a fake cough from Geillis broke us out of our reverie. Jamie peered into the flat as I quickly grabbed my purse from the kitchen table where I’d left it before.

“Is there someone here with ye, Sassenach?”

“It’s my friend Geillis, but don’t worry, you don’t need to meet her and she was just leaving. Weren’t you, Geil?” I raised my voice for her benefit as I led Jamie out of the flat. “Lock up when you go!” I shut the door on one of her loud laughs; I was sure to hear from her later.

We walked to the stairs and Jamie tentatively reached for my hand. I grasped it firmly and squeezed in reassurance. Traipsing down the stairs, and remembering the last time we had done so together, I felt stupidly happy and shy all at once.

The restaurant he’d chosen was a low-key pub tucked into one of Glasgow’s winding alleys. We ordered wine and the awkwardness that I’d feared after our previous encounter was gone. Jamie and I talked animatedly about our week; my preparations for the upcoming wedding and flower arrangements, and he told me of the distillery and all the Christmas orders they had to fill.

“I was thinking of a new special blend; aging whisky in tequila barrels, not regular oak. The flavor is more complex, so different from what I’ve tasted. I plan to call it something like da anam, two souls.”

“That sounds very different! Where would you get the barrels?”

Jamie spoke of partnering up with several tequila producers in Mexico, as I speared rosemary potatoes with my fork; all the while we poured glass after glass of ruby wine for each other. Conversation flowed between us just as effortlessly.

Over dessert sometime later, I felt the back of my neck prickling. I sensed eyes on me, and they weren’t Jamie’s. It felt wrong, somehow.

I turned my head slightly and found Frank looking at me. He was with Sandy; he quickly bowed his head and shifted his attention elsewhere. I felt my face flush. I swiveled back and dropped my fork with a clatter.

“Sassenach? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t—it-it’s Frank.”

“Where?” He looked around wildly and I shushed him and clamped my hands on his arm in desperation.

“He’s back there, with the blonde. Just—be discreet.” Jamie got a good long look and then leaned in to whisper quietly.

“Didn’t ye say Sandy—his fiancée, with the giant ring ye mentioned. Wasn’t she supposed to be pregnant?”

“She might have had the baby, I don’t know. Her stomach was pretty big last time I saw her.” I sneaked another look.

It wasn’t Sandy.

She was blonde like Frank’s fiancée, but this wasn’t her. She looked even younger, fresher-faced, and was definitely not pregnant.

Cheating, lying, bastard.

I took deep breaths and Jamie ran a hand soothingly down my back. I shivered and grabbed my coat off the back of my chair.

“Jamie, I’m sorry, can we go?”

“Of course, Sassenach.” After quickly settling the check, he stood up as unobtrusively as a six-foot man ever could and pulled out my chair. He put his arm around me as we walked quickly to the exit.

It was inevitable that we pass by Frank’s table, though. The restaurant was a bit crowded and the layout made it impossible to avoid him. As we did, I got up the courage to meet his eye, bolstered by Jamie’s warm hand on my back. He wore a shamed expression, and could not hold my gaze. The woman stared back curiously at us, and I heard her ask him who I was.

“No one,” Frank replied, a slight tremor in his voice. Jamie tightened his grip on me, and I knew he’d heard him too.

Jamie came to a sudden halt near their table; he turned to face me, and with a soft whispered, “I hope ye dinna mind this,” pressed a soft kiss to my pursed lips. I opened my mouth in surprise, and he continued to probe gently. I found my arms rising to encircle his waist, clutching at the back of his coat. I dimly heard Frank clear his throat and murmur something unintelligible. I had ceased to care, though, lost in the fog of kissing Jamie.

Jamie’s mouth trailed across my cheek. “Dinna listen to him, Sassenach,” he whispered as he nuzzled my ear. “Ye’re so much more than ye know.”

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A/N: I finished writing it out, so new chapters will post on Thursday. Finally, a schedule! The whisky in tequila barrels is actually a thing. Can’t find an English link, though. Thanks for all your likes, reblogs, comments. <3

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #CCL12 #/17 #we're getting there #i'm not a drinker

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jamesbarnesappreciationsociety · 6 years

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“Innocence Among Autumn Leaves”

Summary: Season change meant a time of renewal for Bucky. As the leaves turned colors, rejuvenated his mind, body and spirit, by working out, sitting outside in silence thanking whatever god it is for his wonderful life, and spending more time with his wife and daughter.

Pairing: Daddy! Bucky Barnes x Wife! Marilyn Barnes OFC: Josslyn Natasha Barnes

Word Count:700

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff

Beta: @goodnightwife

A/N: Mimi’s Fall into Marvel Challenge @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog. Hope you’re pleased! It was a joy to write.

Prompt: “Falling Leaves”

FEEDBACK WELCOME!!!

Autumn, the season ushering in change. Why change? Grass loses its shining green pigment, cooler weather settles in, kids and adult kids alike anticipate Halloween.

Oak tree falling leaves swirls in the wind. 3 year old Josslyn Natasha Barnes, Bucky and Marilyn Barnes’ chubby cheek cherub, enjoyed playing among crunchy leaves.

Her daddy always raked a pile for her, after ensuring no sticks or bugs attached. Any given day, you’d hear the sound of giggling. That’s how Marilyn knew her husband had raked and ‘doddlebug’ played.

Also, she’d drag her Bucky, Captain America and Black Widow bears outside to dive in mixed yellow, orange, red and brown crunchy leaves.

“Daaaady, lookie lookie!!! Leeeeeebs!!!!” Unable to contain his enthusiasm, Bucky blew Joss a kiss.

“I love you baby girl.”

“I loaf you too. Bye bye.”

Earlier, Marilyn visited her garden, picking corn, tomatoes, green beans. Various types of herbs, dill, thyme, rosemary, parsley, mint, basil, sage and rosemary lined the kitchen window.

Tony gifted their home as a wedding gift. Bucky asked if the contractors would plant a large vegetable garden and fruit trees. Autumn Rosa apple, lemon, peach and apricot.

As a child, Marilyn lived on a large farm. Cows, pigs, horses and chicken roamed in their respective areas.

Joss had a chance to pick fresh strawberries and a pumpkin for pies and Halloween. Bucky often said Joss would have a farm when she grows up. Who knows? That might be true.

Naptime for Joss meant ‘grown folks’ time for Marilyn and Bucky. “Joss, naptime sweetie. C’mon.”

Head down, Joss pouted. Ever so slow, she took her time going inside.

Bucky scooped her in his arms. “Ya momma said it’s naptime. Gotta be a good girl. Okay?

“M’kay daddy. I’m sowwy.” Leaning over, Joss also apologized to her mommy.

“Bucky, will you rinse doodlebug off please? I know she’s dusty from playing outside.”

“Anything for you, doll.” He leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on Marilyn’s lips. “Husband, are you trying to start a fire?”

“Wife, ya know me too well.” Walking away, Bucky gave her butt a smack.

Kissing her forehead, Bucky told Joss to have sweet dreams. “After dinner, ya wanna ride your tricycle?” “

“Yes daddy!!!”

“Alright. Take a nap.” Turning over, little Joss tucked her bears under the blanket and drifted to sleep.

When Bucky and Marilyn moved into their new house, Natasha ‘offered’ to furnish her goddaughter’s bedroom. Bucky and Marilyn asked her not to go overboard.

“I promise not to go crazy.” Nat had a devious smirk on her face.

Although 2 at the time, Joss loved the pictures on various furniture websites. Pointing to a princess castle beds. play chrome kitchen set and plastic food.

When the furniture arrived, Marilyn had a fit!!! She reprimanded Nat. This was too much for a 2 year old.

“Oh c’mon Lyn. Please let her keep it?”

“Pwease mommy?” All Joss had to do was bat her long lashes.

“Alright.” Nat forgot to mention her table and chair. “Her table and chairs will be here tomorrow.”

“Naaaaaat!!!! You get back here!!!!” Joss’ little legs sprinted out of the room behind Nat 1, giggling.

True to her word, the desk and chair, with washable crayon, markers and paint arrived. Bucky’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

“Are ya kiddin’? This is too much!!” Playing outside, Marilyn placed her hand on Bucky’s arm.

“Babe, Joss is Nattie’s goddaughter. Please try to understand why she’s lavishing her with presents.”

“Damn doll, I forgot. Why are ya so smart?”

“Can’t help it. I’ll start dinner.”

“I love you Mrs. Barnes.”

“I love you Mr. Barnes.”

Josslyn Natasha Barnes loved leaves. Jumping in a pile, tossing her bears in the air, brought joy to her 3 year old heart. Innocence among leaves. The simple things in life are free.

@deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @goodnightwife @rebelslicious @stars8melanin@pegasusdragontiger @suz-123 @bolontiku @loricameback @buckysforeverprincess @ek823 @yknott81 @stars8melanin @crazy-little-thing-called-buck

#mimi's fall into marvel challenge #daddy bucky x oc #bucky imagine #marilyn barnes #josslyn natalia barnes #autumn leaves

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evemorley323 · 3 years

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