#spiderbit week

[t3acup]

Spiderbit week day 5: 🩸Family fluff or paranormal🩸

Just some Guapofamily quality time 💜

[rainy-day-wizard]

Spiderbit week day 1 💥💥💥

Beach episode || Vampires

[lxmonrxn]

spiderbit week by @anonymous-dentist

day 6 (soulmate AU / wedding)

nothing special for the soulmate au part, I didnt really know how to fit something different in the piece (i was probably just a bit lazy but yeah)

also rediscovered why that one brush was my favorite sketch brush for a while so this sketch gets some very messy toning/shading stuff 👍

[insomniackel]

Spiderbit week by @anonymous-dentist

Day 1: Pirates | Dancing

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I sorta keep thinking about this au..especially the idea of Melissa being the one being a pirate

[liliumblooms]

He looks like a Pepito

For @anonymous-dentist’s Spiderbit Week Day 2

Prompt: Modern AU/Family

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Cellbit would think that, for the third time he received a call of this type in his life, he would be somewhat more prepared for the flood of emotions that quickly took possession of his chest, but, as an experienced father, he recognizes that it was inevitable, and that the nerves and anxiety he felt at that moment were a natural part of the process.

Just a few minutes ago, he was in Esperanza’s room, helping her with the hairstyle she had chosen for that day and laughing at the faces she made at him from the reflection of the small vanity mirror in her room. His husband, just one floor away, was still struggling with their children, especially Richarlyson, to get them to take a bath and get ready to go out. Bobby, a natural instigator, was simply playing along with his younger brother, just for the satisfaction of seeing their apá run after them around the house.

If they kept going at that pace, they would be late for the family lunch organized by his in-laws, unpunctual to celebrate his sister-in-law Leo’s recent victory in a fencing tournament. However, all plans they originally had went out the window the moment he felt his phone ring and recognized the call's origin. He quickly gave his daughter a look through the mirror, which she immediately understood, placing small bands at the end of her unfinished braid and leaving her room with the mission to find her dad.

Without thinking much, he took his phone, inhaling quickly and mentally preparing himself for the words he knew he would hear. Four days earlier, he and Roier had received a call from the agency, informing them of the possibility of receiving a small baby of just three months old who had tragically lost his parents in an accident, his fate still undecided as the police were still searching for any relatives willing to take custody of the child. His guapito, bless his heart, quickly moved by the information, promptly informed the social worker that if needed, they were even willing to be foster parents for as long as it took to find the baby a permanent home.

It was impossible for his mozão to avoid feeling and acting quickly on the baby's situation they had just learned about, reminding him of his eldest son and how he had come into his and Jaiden’s life, just a one-year-old infant who had lost his mother, a close friend of both, after a long battle with cancer. And he didn't blame him, for just thinking about the child, his paternal instinct screamed with an intense need to care and protect.

Finally, after months of paperwork and extensive investigation, their family was first on the list of potential adoptive parents of the Federation, a government agency dedicated to the safety and protection of children and youth in dangerous situations. Cellbit knew better than anyone how cruel the system could be, having grown up in it and experienced firsthand the suffering it brought to children abandoned by life itself, deciding from an early age that if he ever became a father, it would be to a child from the system, just like him.

That's how Richarlyson and Esperanza had come into his life. The first, like his older brother with his dad, came his way at the mere age of one, being the youngest patient of Pac, his friend and one of his roommates at the time, who was in the process of creating a special prosthesis for the little one considering the rapid growth of the infant. Just a couple of sessions with him were enough to have his friend wrapped around his little finger, being legally adopted by him and Pac and raised among the group of friends and roommates, whom Richas considered all his parents, affectionately nicknamed Favela as their family name.

At that time, he had only been dating Roier for a few months, who quickly became one of his lifelines in the process of becoming a father, embracing fatherhood with an open heart. His little Bobby also played a crucial role, who, with his short three years, helped his little brother quickly adapt to his new environment and life, eager to teach him everything he was learning and ready to play with him for the rest of his life.

Esperancita, on the other hand, joined their family a year after their marriage, already a five year old girl, whom they adopted out of the foster care system after a short but painful life of abandonment, having moved from family to family without a permanent home. It took a while for her to adapt to the chaotic but loving family unit they formed with his guapito and two whirlwind sons, but there was no one like his beloved to get even the most tormented soul to come out of its shell, having experienced it firsthand in those times when they were just a pair of namorados. Their princess had come to change their lives and fill one of the missing pieces of what was their family, the perfect little sandwich right between her brothers.

Since then, their precious family of five had become his main focus, leaving his detective career aside to pursue his dream of writing a mystery and horror book series, and to be able to spend more time with his children from home, while his husband continued to grow his private psychology practice. This was until a few months ago when, right around the second anniversary of adopting their daughter, after a sleepless night talking with Roier about everything and nothing at the same time, they jointly concluded that it was the right time to finally complete their family and add one last member to it, starting the process again to adopt another little one into their egg carton.

In the present, as the social worker confirmed that indeed, the baby they had only known about for a few days was theirs, he felt his husband approaching him. Quickly thanking her and informing her that they would be at the hospital as soon as possible to pick him up, he quickly ended the call and turned to look his guapito in the eyes.

“Gatinho?” Roier looked at him with eyes full of hope and anxiety.

“Guapito… Our baby is waiting for us.” Saying those words alleviated some of the nervousness gripping his heart.

In a special and intimate moment, they exchanged a look full of excitement and love, before each going their separate ways to prepare quickly, just as they had planned. Cellbit hurried to their room, speeding to grab the bag they had prepared for their little one in case the long-awaited call came and started getting the car ready, while Roier ran to find their little ones, updating them quickly on the news they had been waiting for as a family and taking them to Jaiden’s house for her to watch them, thanking the universe and the gods above that she was just a house away.

Once in the car with his husband and heading to the hospital, he drove carefully fast to the Quesadilla Hospital, anxious to have the youngest member of their family in his arms as soon as possible. Roier, on his part, apologized to his parents for not being able to attend the organized lunch and shared the happy news, hearing Leo's screams of joy through the speakerphone of his husband's phone. After a brief shared laugh at hearing his in-laws' excitement, they spent the rest of the short drive in comfortable silence, both still in the process of internalizing what was about to happen and feeling their bodies vibrate with that familiar paternal anxiety.

At the hospital, everything became a blurred memory until they were outside the room where their son was, squeezing his husband’s hand in his to give them both the courage they needed to enter the room. The social worker, after greeting them, briefly updated them on the child's health status and gave them the go-ahead to meet the newest member of their family, congratulating them in the process.

The moment their eyes fell on their baby, the tiniest thing he had ever seen in his life, wrapped in a blanket and in the center of a crib that looked too big in comparison, all the anxiety running through his veins vanished and was quickly replaced with a love so intense it made every cell in his body vibrate. It took just one look to know that he was the missing piece in the puzzle of the family he had built with the love of his life.

Feeling his husband’s hand leave his, he redirected his gaze to him, watching as he slowly approached the little sleeper to take him in his arms and kiss his small head with few light brown hairs. If before he felt his heart couldn’t handle all the love coursing through his being, seeing his guapito with their baby made it finally explode. He loved the emotions his children unleashed in him, but nothing compared to the blinding joy that filled his chest at seeing him, his guapito, in the precise moment he became a father again. “Gods,” he thought, “how I love sharing this life with you.”

“Cellbo… he’s here, finally.” Roier’s eyes were filled with unshed tears, just like his. The small room emanated an aura of peace, wrapping them in a blanket of love and the radiance typically associated with new parents. Not wanting to exclude himself from the moment, he embraced his husband from behind, his hands gently resting on his guapito’s, holding the little one. The baby smell reaching his nose was what made his tears fall freely down his cheeks.

“His name is José,” said the social worker. Honestly, he had forgotten she was in the room with them, blinded by his emotions and the divine sight before his eyes.

“Yes, he looks like a José,” he quickly commented, analyzing his little one’s fine features, from his long eyelashes, his plump and rosy cheeks, to the small pout on his lips, so similar to his husband’s that he could easily pass as his biological child. A soft yet strong name for this little boy, a gift from his parents that will accompany him for the rest of his life.

His guapito, for his part, begins to gently rock the baby as he feels him move in his arms, still enchanted by the mere presence of the little one in his hands. When the baby’s tiny eyelids fluttered open, he could not help but let out a small sound of delight as his gaze meets a beautiful pair of green irises looking at them with curiosity. He knew that, technically, the color of the baby's eyes could still change, but he wanted to engrave those sweet green eyes into his memory and into the permanence of life itself, as they perfectly completed the image of sweetness that was his youngest child.

"He looks like a Pepito… ¿No lo crees, corazón?" Roier softly mentions, as if speaking louder would disrupt the tranquility enveloping them. And he couldn't agree more, that sweet look called for a fitting nickname. While he had the face of a José, Pepito felt just right.

"Você está certo amor..." he murmurs as well, the words escaping his lips naturally. "Pepito, bem-vindo à família."

[ghost-likes-drawing]

Spiderbit Day 5 Blood | Vampires

@anonymous-dentist

Im writing for the prompt again because I have no idea how I want to pose them.

Roier was wandering the house again. he finds himself doing that a lot these days. All the kids he could be caring for are either long departed or with other family, his husband is seemingly starved and went out the second the sun went down to get something fresh. It's nearly midnight now. and Roier waits.

Roier hasn't been able to find the energy to hunt. He isn't sure why at this exact second he literally has everything in his life in order again. He's Home, His Husband is Home, Is kids are under His care and not… he's trying to not think about them… Sure Jaiden went and got herself killed and it seems like Maxo is also down for the count but he has other things! His still got Foolish and his sister and even Vegetta is back for the time being!

But no. He can't take care of himself once again. To worried and over what? that he was a little mean to Pepito because he missed Cellbit? That his best friend, mother of his second First child is dead? that his brother treated Cellbit with even a hint of carelessness and if he just acted smarter none of that would have happened?

ugh. he throws himself onto the floor.

Hes so hungry…

He hears footsteps walking into the castle but he can't be bothered to get up or put on a show. He knows who they belong to. No one walks that feathery light with such little care to mean to.

His husband is home

Cellbit finds Roier on the kitchen floor. Roier hears something get placed down before Cellbit kneels by his head. “Guapito?”

Roier groans gently before looking up and.

oh

oh wow….

Cellbit made no effort to clean up after his hunting trip. He's lightly sweaty some of his hair sticking to him from the expedition. But that's not the most important thing about him looks wise. He's in one of Roier’s black poet shirts. He knows its his because of the embroidery. The shirt shows off just the right amount of Cellbit’s chest to be enticing for the only audience Cellbit cares about. and that's still not the most important thing!

CELLBIT IS COVERED IN BLOOD.

And damn does it suit him… it always had. it's covered the shirt although it mostly blends in, it's on his chest in his hair and covering a good portion of his face. He looks perfect. Roier is stunned until he’s brought back to earth by Cellbit’s concerned tone.

“Guapito, do you need to talk?” he asks gently bringing a hand to pet his hair.

Roier sits up faster grabbing the hand to pull Cellbit in closer as he brings his own hand to Cellbit’s face and cups it gently.

Cellbit paces the hand originally meant for Roier’s hair on his waist the other going to cup Roier’s hand on Cellbit’s cheek. Cellbit smiled fondly

They stay like that for a bit until Roier kisses Cellbit’s cheek. he leans into the action. Roier presses another and licks the blood off his lips. It's still mostly fresh… he licks Cellbit’s cheek and Cellbit giggles. Roier continues.

After a lot of the blood is gone Cellbit surprises Roier with a kiss. “I still have fresh meat for you. eat some with me?”

Roier knows they’ll have to talk about it later. him on the floor and slow to get up. but for now his husband Brought him food. He has no desire to wait a second longer to indulge.

I know the vampire thing is kinda subtle but I wrote this in like 30 minutes I can't expect much

[smallchaoscryptid]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

We Were Supposed To Find This

Summary: Cellbit stopped talking to his soulmate when he had gone to prison years before and had accepted that he would never talk to him again or meet his soulmate. Now, years later, his soulmate is reaching out to talk again with the hope that Cellbit will respond.

Written for Day Seven (Soulmates) of @anonymous-dentist 's Spiderbit week.

[dance-like-an-idiot]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Isn't It Love?

soulmates for @smallchaoscryptid's spiderbit week!

Teen, No Warnings Apply

Fandom: QSMP

Pairing: Cellbit/Roier

Additional Tags: Soulmates, Surgeons, Surgeon Cellbit, Medical Inaccuracies, Soulmates Feel Each Others Pain, but it doesn't go how you'd think i swear, No Graphic Descriptions, badboyhalo is also here. he may or may not talk more than roier. i fucked up the pacing

Summary:

Cellbit is one of the best surgeons at the hospital he works at. He's been a bit distracted lately, and thinking way too much about his lack of soulmate. Surely this train of thought won't ruin his upcoming surgery though, right? He's proven wrong when he meets Roier for the first time, his patient.