I Feel The Calling Of The Ancient One....my Wips Have Been Reborn....
i feel the calling of the Ancient One....my wips have been reborn....
Calling all active writeblrs!!!
I'm in dire need of more people to follow!!
Things I love and want more of:
Fantasy
Darker themes
Character driven stories
Romance
Dragons (I go feral for those puppies!)
Mainly original work, whether it's a wip you're wanting to publish or just for fun. Fanfiction is cool too, but doesn't peak my interest at much (idk man, i've tried. trust me)
Silly shit posts about oc's
If any of those are you please interact with this post! also reblog it so I can stalk more lovely writers!
I can only offer you my love and affection, but I hope that is enough.
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More Posts from Pygmi-cygni
"Not all men"
You're right, my favorite fictional man would never probably would but he's pretty so idc
i just learned about fgm and i have never been more horrified with the human race i think ever in my life
if you are a victim of this i want you to know that i am so sorry and i want to give you a hug and rip my throat out i feel so disgusting
why does this happen what the fuck
everything hurts i feel so ashamed of other people what the actual fuck
T Minus Ten
remember that miguel fic I talked about....
here she is!!!!
series warning: eventual smut (light), angst, pining, lovesickness, adorable migs, enemies (?) to lovers, more like emotionally repressed to infatuated, angst, miscommunication, as many tropes as I can possibly manage
warnings for this chapter: lots of exposition, medical inaccuracies, introduction basically, canon violence
miguel o'hara x reader (afab) no description other than reader is v strong and has some small tattoos on hands (important later i swear)

enjoy!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
The medical field was essentially obsolete in the Spiderverse. It takes hundreds of years to name a disease, let alone cure it, and then to add in the factors of different biology, different gravitational boundaries, bacterial possibilities....you honestly just felt like hanging up your lab coat and starting an Etsy.
Each branch of the Multiverse was grouped in the extensive medbay located in HQ. The branches with the most similar biology and treatment varieties were closest together. Every spider was given their hall number that had any resources they'd need depending on their genetic makeup.
It was tough work, remembering where everyone was from and the unique characteristics that came with them. Especially when some varieties blurred the lines.
Namely one.
Miguel O'Hara, head of this shit-show and arguably the biggest pain in the ass you'd ever seen, rarely found himself in need of the medical ward's services. Which is probably why nobody thought to figure this problem out.
See, most spider-people were predominantly human. The spider that bit them had only added on to existing capability: extreme strength that improved muscle mass, improved grip on fingers...the only 'inhuman' factor was the webbing.
Miguel had a slightly different build. His DNA had been spliced; like two ropes being braided together. The spider DNA had rebuilt his human DNA, therefore it didn't follow the same pattern in response to medicine or bandages. Which made his medical aversion a little more realistic.
Either way, it didn't matter how much he hated doctors, he couldn't fix a poisoned spear through his chest with an at-home first aid kit.
Eight of HQ's most qualified doctors sat around various scans of the monstrous Spiderman, puzzling through the bizarre data. Your education had been focused on epidemiology, or the spread of disease. Poison wasn't really your thing, but you thought it might be cool to watch.
Dr. Ben Parkinson, the 'head' doctor, was explaining the possible treatments.
"It doesn't seem to be deadly," he reasoned, "but prolonged exposure without medication might have some deteriorating effects." He pointed to a highlighted area of the wound. "See, the muscle tissue is deteriorating, and long-term deterioration could be permanent."
The medical staff shot amused glances at one another, trying to imagine Miguel as anything other than a hulking boulder of muscle.
Ben rolled his eyes and tapped the scans. "Do we have any base vitals for him? Any logged info?"
Maria, his assistant, scrolled on her tablet. "Uhhhh....negative on that. Looks like he hasn't done his immunos either."
You frowned. When HQ had established itself with a medbay, you and the few other nurses had done rounds to make sure any necessary vaccines and medications had been administered. How did we skip him?
"New plan," Ben said slowly, "let's get him up to date and then we'll evaluate. he's relatively stable right now, so let's keep up the current treatment and move from there, yeah?"
He looked at you. "You're the nurse responsible for his wing, right? Do you mind doing his vitals and reporting back?"
You nodded, faltering. What if the spider DNA screwed up his vitals? His resting heartrate was probably higher, and his metabolism had to be insane...the rest of the staff clearly did not share your concern, glad to be rid of the Miguel problem.
Maria handed you her tablet and gave you an apologetic smile. "At least the sedatives will stop him from scratching you," she whispered in your ear.
You shuddered. Here goes nothing.
Miguel was laid out on two beds with the guardrails removed. He couldn't fit on one, so the staff had to quickly improvise. You tried to hum a calming tune, hyperaware of the large claws hanging off the blanket.
Even though he was unconscious, a ripple of fear went through you. He was enormous. If he got mad....you shuddered.
Tenderly, you angled your stethoscope under the mess of tubes feeding into his chest. His skin was unbelievably warm, and you pursed your lips. Definitely feverish. You took his heart rate, tried as gently as you could to do his blood pressure, and measured his blood sugar on the dial near his bed.
Well.
His DNA was definitely strange, because all of his vitals pointed to cardiac arrest and a 104F fever.
"What...the fuck?" He should be dead by those numbers.
You did everything twice more, just to be sure. Still the same. Elevated heart rate, high temperature, and blood pressure that wasn't physically possible.
It confirmed your theory. That meant you had to do a full body scan, analyze the numbers, try to find some kind of pattern....ugh.
His hands were beginning to twitch, and you scurried out of the small room. He'd likely be pissed, waking up in a hospital room with a poisoned stake sticking out of his chest.
Reading through his file, you chewed on your pinky nail. Apparently, a new variant of Green Goblin had been discovered on the fringes of a random universe. It produced a highly acidic venom, the same that had infected the rebar impaling Miguel. The science labs were analyzing the poison, and little info had been found.
Corrosive, acidic, highly destructive on human tissue.
Huh.
Miguel seemed to be holding up okay. Explains the elevated temperature and heart rate. His body was cranking out energy, repairing the damage almost as soon as it occurred.
A grin teased its way onto your face. This was the part of your job that you loved. The puzzle, all the little bits that opened up a bigger picture and eventually, the solution.
You wrote up his chart with your hypothesis and sent it to Dr Ben. Tomorrow would be exciting, to say the least.
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Exciting was one word for it. Apparently your prediction was correct: Miguel was decidedly not happy with his living situation at the moment. The nurse who'd gone in to give him his IV had dodged a flying chair, and it had escalated from there. Jess had intervened, resorting to an anomaly cage to keep him secure.
After that frazzling morning, Ben was ready for some good news. You were excitedly explaining the deductions you'd found last night, when a small knock came from the office door.
Gwen, one of the newer spiders, shyly poked her head in. Ben went to shoo her away, but you beckoned her in warmly.
Wait a second, you nodded to your boss, and he sat back with a sigh.
The young woman's colored hair hung limp and unwashed. She had been on the backup team to help Miguel and his crew, and the fallout had been hard on her. It was a big mission, especially for a rookie. She was struggling.
"Hi, Gwen, how are you today?" You pulled over a chair, nodding at her to sit. She folded her hands tightly and didn't meet your eyes.
"'M fine," she mumbled, fidgeting with her hoodie. You grabbed the notes you'd taken earlier and a pen.
"...Do...you wanna talk about it? Anything you remember, something we might have missed?"
The room was quiet as you waited. Ben shot you an exasperated look and nodded towards the clock. Not much time.
You sighed and leaned forwards. "it's okay if you don't have anything, Gwen, but we want Miguel to get better, so if you remember-"
"He was glitching," she blurted, cheeks flaming.
You exchanged another glance with Ben.
"He...when the..."she gestured vaguely, "spear thingy went into him, he started glitching. Like, really bad."
That made you stop. "Was...did you see his watch fall off at any point?"
She shook her head sharply. "No. It was like as soon as the venom hit him, he glitched. and it didn't stop until Jess and the guys got there. He was..." she shuddered, and you patted her arm comfortingly.
Though you did technically have spider abilities, you would never in a thousand years want to be fighting. You couldn't imagine dealing with that every day, especially at Gwen's age. You made a mental note to ask the psychiatrist for a check in.
"What were the details of the mission? was there anything specific about the Goblin that made him so strange?" As a member of the med crew, you didn't have access to mission files.
Gwen nodded, wiping her eyes. "Yeah. He was portal jumping like crazy. Miguel was so pissed," she laughed weakly, "he was jumping in circles like a cat."
"Was he glitching?"
"No, he was fine. It was weird...like he somehow belonged to all of the dimensions. We chased him through three different ones before..." A glazed look came over her, and you figured she needed a break.
"Thank you Gwen," you said gently, walking her to the door, "you've been very helpful. Get some rest, honey."
Watching her shuffle down the hall, you puzzled with the information she'd given.
What the fuck was going on?
Ben's serious look confirmed your bewilderment. This was clearly a bigger problem than you anticipated.
"We should give that to the labs," he pointed to your notepad. "They'll wanna know that info."
You nodded wordlessly, handing it over. What did that mean for Miguel? If this Goblin wasn't following the multiverse rules, was there even a possibility of fighting this?
Ben disappeared around the hall as you groaned into your hands. The excitement of the last 36 hours had done a number on you. Despite your heightened energy levels, you still felt sluggish. Flipping to the surveillance footage, you peeked in on your burly patient.
He was laying awake, the sharp spikes on his heart monitor indicating his agitation. His limbs were lightly restrained to keep him from disabling the glowing red net cast over him.
Oddly, you felt bad.
It was hard enough being injured and alone, but he was being treated like a prisoner. Poor guy. No wonder he doesn't socialize much.
Figuring you had some time, you grabbed your med kit and strolled down to his room. Maybe he'd have a good explanation of his situation. He was a renowned geneticist, after all.
The spider positioned outside his door gave you a wary look. "Miss, you might wanna-"
"Doctor," you corrected crisply, "and I'd like to see my patient."
The young man hesitated, but let you through anyway. He rambled about precautions and avoiding Miguel's temper, but you weren't listening.
His eyes were red.
A bitter, furious shade of scarlet that made your tongue dry and your heart cower. He was pulsing with so much restrained energy that you felt three times smaller. Again you were reminded of his size. You clutched your kit and dismissed the guard.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Despite his condition, Miguel could still easily snap your arms in half. Sharp canines dug into his lower lip. Maria's earlier comment came back to you. I'm more worried about the teeth than the claws, honey.
"Miguel?" Your voice was surprisingly stable, though quiet.
He blinked but gave no further answer. Swallowing, you walked slowly around to the side of his bed and sat. His straining thighs were inches away. The net hummed gently, resisting any movement.
You squinted against the bright threads. Miguel continued to scowl, eyes narrowing to slits. Trying to breathe steadily, you pulled out a capped syringe.
"I'm going to give you your vaccines is that alright?" stay calm stay calm oh my god oh holy fuck-
A singular, clawed finger poked through the net.
"Be my guest, mija."
He'd broken the restraints.
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part two out on Aug 18! love you xox
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vent - functional literacy vs YA publication
this has been sitting in my head for years, really, but I'm so glad more people are starting to notice the effects.
YA novels have been slowly corrupting publishing strategy and overall, the literacy of readers.
DISCLAIMER
I am not saying people shouldn't read YA. Obviously, YA is a genre best suited for a certain age group (12-18). YA is fitted for the appropriate Lexile level of 12-18 year olds.
However.
More than half of YA readers are older than eighteen, most in their early to mid twenties.
Why is this a problem?
The accessibility, popularity, and easy reading level of YA novels is appealing to mass audiences. While that is not necessarily a bad thing, it means that adults are not expanding their reading level. This is a troubling reality for advanced employment.
In a work environment, reading is content-appropriate and usually highly advanced. Employees need to analyze and maturely reason with product/client problems and find solutions. As you get older, the reading content is supposed to evolve to fit that mindset.
When adults are consistently reading below the expectation, it weakens their reasoning skills and makes them functionally illiterate.
About 21% of American adults are functionally illiterate.
What is functional literacy?
Literacy is the ability to read and write proficiently and at an age-appropriate level. Functional Literacy is the ability to reason and use reading/writing skills to connect topics to the world around you.
TLDR: literacy: I can read the paragraph. functional literacy: I can find the theme/deeper meaning of the paragraph and relate it to something contextually relevant.
Why is this bad?
An inability to reason and analyze means that employees and adults in general are less equipped to deal with age-appropriate problems. After a while, underperforming becomes a norm. In advanced fields of work like medicine and technology, this inhibits expansion and proactive care.
The YA industry has normalized a mediocre, basic structure of writing. A problem has arisen with the lexile level juxtaposed with the content level.
Plenty of 'YA' novels contain graphic content that is very mature and should be handled as such - namely, sex and mental health. In a lot of popular BookTok and 'mafia/forbidden romance' books, the reading and writing level is consumable for 14-18 year olds, but the content maturity is very adult.
Hence, mature topics are handled poorly and young people are exposed to very damaging material without proper education or understanding of real-life consequences. Similar to the sex ed crisis; when teenagers aren't given a proper explanation and education about impactful issues, they grow into uneducated and naive adults.
Does this show up in school?
Yes. yes, 1000%. I work as a TA for several of my professors and I tutor high school students.
I have noticed a resounding difference in reading and writing ability in the last five years.
When I was in the tenth grade, we read Animal Farm, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Ayn Rand. it was expected that you could reasonably explain and hypothesize about themes, real-life examples, and differences between old and new world priorities.
I have talked to students that don't know what a theme is. They cannot analyze more than spelling and grammar. The writing quality they test into basically plateaus at 9th grade. Most popular media is a 9th grade or younger reading level. This doesn't prompt people to advance their reading skills, because 'they don't have to.'
This terrifies me, because there are so many occupations that require advanced lexile levels and adults just aren't meeting standard.
A large part of this has to do with the internet.
DISCLAIMER 2
I am not bashing the internet. I love Google. The only thing I have to say is that google has changed the way we think. Before google was more than a learning device, usually you would find a dictionary or a thesaurus to look up definitions.
I am Gen Z (I'll be nineteen soon) and I was raised with a home computer, but my mom insisted I use the encyclopedias first. When you go through the process of looking up the letter, then the cross section, blah de blah, it creates a kind of 'deep processing' where you get the context, definition, and application of the word/subject you're looking up.
When you google a word/subject, it gives you a surface level summary and a definition. Hell, you don't even have to spell the word right, it'll do it for you.
This also creates the spelling issues of most adults. With autocorrect and voice-to-text, spelling isn't a priority. I think my grade is the last that even did spelling sheets.
This is scary, personally.
I think in the future, educated positions will be replaced with AI and most people will fill in the jobs that don't require more than a high school diploma. In America, some states don't require a Master's to teach.
I suppose medicine, technology, science etc would still advance if we had AI to do it for us, but I can't imagine living as a species without the ability to think maturely. The dependence on everything else would be disturbing.
anyway thanks for listening xox
so i wanna write a poe dameron fic but i'm tired of seeing like the same 'mechanic/medic/pilot' reader positions. i'm too stupid to know any other possible ones that might be interesting in the Resistance. I know it's modeled after the military but help??? please???