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and i am filled with love for the humble spreadsheet on this fine september evening

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OH MY GOD HELLO????!!!

It’s always been a dream of mine to collect the series but this is definitely a sign to finally do it.

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Celebrate Nana with the exclusive Vivienne Westwood edition!

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tagged by @slidewhistlebj & @avalonjoan ty!!

last song: NO CASH by No Smoke

last book: Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir (the audiobook, which was PHENOM)

last movie: Treasure Planet

last tv show: the pitt because I licherally cannot watch anything else. unless dropout counts, which in that case, the newest episode of gastronauts

spicy, sweet, or savory: sweet!

coffee or tea: coffee so much coffee woohoo!

current obsession: the. pitt. it's in my dreams in my daydreams it's what i rotate at hyperspeed during work.

working on: the kingdon august prompt challenge! i want to write something outside of it soon since this fandom has reignited my ability to write (it's been three years since i've been able to write anything, really) but not sure what yet. i'm looking at all the asks people get because y'all are clever!

last search: '28 days later' because i wanted to figure out where to watch it!

looking forward to: aside from s2? having this friday off, camping in september, and my anniversary with my sweety!

apologies if you're getting another tag, but tagging @mateo-diaz @miracle-and-wonder @reeses-peaces @allamericanhorkbajir

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Becoming Spider-Man - Chapter Fifteen (b)

Peter Parker-Stark Says Hello

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Peter Parker & Tony Stark (IronDad)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> In which Peter Parker-Stark finally gets to go home.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 1667

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) Major Character Injury, risk of MCD.

𝐀/𝐍 -> Written to avoid the absolute slaughter of 15 (a) being the only part and getting blacklisted from every site on the planet; but I left 15 (a) in because honestly, I loved writing it, despite the fact that I sobbed the entire time. Here's your happy ending, guys. Enjoy it.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Cute divider by @/sweetmelodygraphics!

<- Previous Chapter (14/16) <- 15 (a) - Sad Ending (15/16)

I curled up in the chair beside his hospital bed, the tears having stopped long ago. His reactor still flickered in and out, stuttering reluctantly against the immense power surge.

Ironically, the only person likely to be able to fix Tony... Was Tony. I’d be warned to prepare for the worst. Nat spent most of her time with her fingers locked in mine, the other Avengers milling around helplessly.

Waiting for him to die.

His helmet was clasped in my lap, fingers pressed desperately to the metal while the Wakandans, led by Shuri, buzzed around his seemingly lifeless body, the only sign that he was still with us given by the sporadic beep of his ECG.

It had been three days since he snapped, and I had barely moved from my spot, leaving only when absolutely necessary to pee – which became less and less frequent when I all but stopped drinking. Intermittently, Natasha tried to convince me to eat, to sleep – to do something besides sit and stare at him, willing him to sit up and smile at me.

Please. Just… Open your eyes, Tony. Please.

A nameless, faceless offender bumped me roughly, and Tony’s helmet sprawled to the floor with a deafening clatter, sending me to my feet in a rage. “Look what you did!”

“Peter-” Nat started, but I shook her off roughly.

“That’s his helmet, have some fucking resp-”

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way.”

I looked around sharply, startled to silence, a ragged sob torn from my lips at the sight of the holographic Tony seated opposite me, projected from the helmet on the ground. He looked exactly as I remembered him – overworked, exhausted, and easy to smile. My saviour. A far cry from the man unconscious in the bed before me, fighting for his life.

“Maybe this time. I’m hoping if you play this back… it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited. I hope we get it back, and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored – if there ever was such a thing. God, what a world.” Tony smiled to himself, a dreamy, awestruck expression flitting across his face as his eyes saw things I couldn’t fathom. “Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren’t alone – let alone, you know, to this extent – I mean, I wouldn’t have been surprised. But come on, y’know? The epic forces of darkness and light have come into play. And, for better or worse, that’s the reality that Peter is gonna have to find a way to grow up in.”

I felt Natasha’s gaze slide to me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the echo of my father, trembling fingers pressed to my lips as the man in the hologram paused for a heartbeat, thoughtful, before shaking his head dismissively. “So I thought I’d better record a little greeting, in the case of an untimely death – on my part,” he added quickly, eyes widened in microscopic alarm.

The idea of me dying was so terrifying, so impossible to him, that he couldn’t even comprehend it?

“Not that death at any time isn’t untimely. This time travel thing that we’re gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it’s… it’s got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That’s the thing.” He hesitated again, a finger pressed to his lip in thought. “Then again, that’s the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end. What am I even tripping for?” he added under his breath, pushing himself up and approaching the helmet. “Everything is gonna work out exactly the way it’s supposed to.” He leant down, stretching out a hand to cut the recording, and his eyes raised, finding mine.

“I love you, kid,” he breathed, a playful, Tony-esque smile crossing his face.

I sobbed raggedly, sinking to my knees, pulling the helmet back to my chest as I cried. “No. No, you can’t die, Tony. You can’t. I-I can’t find a way to grow up in this world if it doesn’t have you in it. I won't.” I moved to the bed, wrapping my fingers in his own scorched ones desperately. “Please. I-I… You said everything is going to work out how it’s supposed to. And it’s supposed to be you, here, with me. In our cabin, remember?” I pressed my forehead to his hand, weeping openly, the silence around me heavy as I let grief and guilt consume me. “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. If I’d been stronger… If I’d been better. If I-I’d been the son you deserve…”

“Peter-”

I waved her off again, shaking my head as I cried. “I should have… It should have been me, Dad. I shouldn’t… You should never have been there. You should have retired, like you wanted. You…”

Nat’s fingers found my hair softly, caressing and soothing, and I leant into the touch despite myself, hiccupping around my tears. “I can’t lose you, Dad.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint.”

I froze at the sound, at the fingers running once more through my matted hair, gentle and familiar. At the low, throaty chuckle I’d heard countless times in countless ways.

My head shot up, soaked and swollen from my tears, and I could only blink in disbelief at the mahogany eyes resting gently on mine. “… T… Tony?”

“Peter.” His voice was weak and cracked – and goddamn glorious. I threw myself at him bodily with a yowl of desperation, earning a soft oomph for my effort at the air was pushed from his lungs. Shuri murmured warningly, but the hand against my back waved her away before clutching at me tightly, equally frantic as he pulled me closer.

“Goddamn it, Peter…”

I sobbed against his throat, curled into his chest as my body trembled, my fingers mapping the drawn lines of his face. “I-I-I’m so sorry, Mr. St-Stark, I-I…”

He shushed me quietly, lips pressing to my forehead as his own tears began to fall. “It’s okay, kid. It’s okay.”

I lay in his arms for over an hour before they could convince me to move so he could be checked out. Even then, I only shifted to his bedside, my hand clamped in his, his fingers still brushing my hair lightly.

“I… I thought you were gonna die, Tony.”

“I’m so sorry I scared you, kid,” he murmured softly, and I whimpered quietly against his knuckles.

Kid.

“I… I love you. Dad.”

He chuckled softly – a low, light sound that made my heart ache. “I love you too, son.”

It took another six days for them to let Tony leave.

His legs still shook when he stood, and he got out of breath after only a few feet, but he was ecstatic to be out of the bed – though less so when my webs sealed him to a wheelchair, his exhausted body too depleted to escape. “I can walk, kid.”

“You can. You’re not. C’mon, Mr. Stark. You’ve looked after me for long enough. It’s my turn to take care of you, okay?”

He sighed, head tipped back obligingly. Even before almost dying, the five years I’d been gone hadn’t been kind to him, his muscles wasted and skin sallow from malnutrition and overexertion, and my brow creased with worry as I followed the sharp line of his jaw. “We’re gonna get you home. To the cabin. I… I’m gonna get it all fixed up for us. I know it’s not… The compound was destroyed, so it’s the best I can do. I’m sorry.”

Smiling weakly, he shook his head as I propelled him through the corridors, a soft sigh spilling from his lips. “I’m just glad to be going home with you, kid. I don’t care where that is.”

I grinned despite myself, stooping to wrap my arms around his shoulders. “I know you don’t like hugs, Mr. Stark, but I’m going to hug you every day.”

“That’s fine, Peter. That’s… That’s just fine.”

He fell asleep on the flight, head tipped to the side, jaw slack – leaning on me. I pressed my temple to his hair fondly, unable to stop smiling, Clint’s eyes flicking back at us intermittently with a tired chuckle.

“He always knew he’d get you back, you know.”

“Hm?” I lifted my head to meet his gaze, grinning when Tony nuzzled closer unconsciously.

“Tony. He… He never gave up. Even when the rest of us… When we couldn’t keep fighting. He kept going. He knew he’d bring you home.”

I sniffed, pressing my cheek back to his hair quietly. “I… I don’t know where I was, while I was gone. But if I could… I’d have known he’d bring me home too.”

Tony eyed the few steps up to the porch wearily, pushing himself upright with a sigh. The place seemed in better condition than I remembered, freshly painted and weeded, and I smiled softly.

“Welcome home, Tony.” I murmured, hand finding his elbow with concern as he stumbled. “… Will you just let me carry you? Please?”

“I’m a grown man.”

“So am I, but you’ve carried me – more than once. Please, Dad.”

He winced at the desperation in my voice and glanced around, double checking that the quinjet had left us before nodding reluctantly. “Fine. But if you ever tell anyone-”

“You’ll replace my web fluid with water, I know,” I snorted, rolling my eyes as I cradled him against my chest, painfully light and thin. He flushed with shame, but I simply trotted up the steps, nudging the door open with a foot. “You can finally get the retirement you wanted, Tone. A place in the country… With me. If you think an old man like you can keep up with such a young’un,” I teased as I placed him gently on the sofa. “…Wait. I thought this place was empty?”

“It’s like Barton said,” Tony murmured, sighing as his head tipped back. “I always knew I’d get you home, kid.”

[melancholic-entrails]

short intro post about me! more indepth one explaining my stances on things and the like here !

you can call me sil or star! i go by any pronouns, just mix it up. i'm a minor. i forget to tag things often so proceed with caution.

btw: remember there is a living breathing human on the other side of your screen with thoughts and feelings, no matter how vile they are!!

i believe in ship and let ship and that thought crimes do not exist.

block and move on if you disagree, please. i like to keep negativity like that low on my blog. thank you.

blinkies/ userboxes under the cut!!

transcatgirl, computergender, lesboy, and rosboy flags combined by my friend!!

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So like a completely normal person I changed the code in clangen and im trying to see if i can turn it into the FL setting. More screenshots under the read more :)

These three are some of my favorites! Shade of Ghost and Spore of Mouse especially, both are hunters.

To start the colony I randomly chose who would get what job- healers would be medicine cats, and hunters and guards would be warriors. Oracles would be medicine cats but cant go on patrols, and hunters/guards can only go on hunting/border patrols.

When kittens become apprentices/trainees, they adopt the job of their mentor, and new cats (like rogues) are assigned to whatever job needs cats the most.

I also added in the Seasonal Trials- when the commander dies, the advisor + two random cats can try for the position. Code picks one of them (favoring the advisor and cats with the bloodthirsty or ambitious traits), and they become commander. Killed the current commander to show this off since it was fun to figure out!

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Would your Pearl become more moth-like like Grian’s more bird-like?

not necessarily?? while becoming a watcher makes grian more and more bird-like over time, pearl starts using magic, which makes her not exactly moth-like, but just less human. less human can absolutely include being more moth-like, but theres more to it than that yknow??

[silcatian]

Here’s my Horror version of @mmishame Baggs. His name is Trunk and I will make a seperate post on stuff that he does and what his personality is like!