LilMoss



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    Formerly called color my world

    pretty sure its out of order chronologically.
    mainly a dive into what its like to live in fear so strong it makes you want to self destruct but some are simple

    I'll leave the old descriptor below this but this has mainly just become
    my vent series. also a spot for me to self reflect on when i look back and go damn i was so deep in those teenage hormones or go damn i forgot i was capable of that emotion as emotional repression took hold over the years

     

    Just my take on colors whenever the feeling arrives. It's all unedited and unbetad. I post it as soon as I finish writing and typing it. Feel free to ask any questions. Everything written in this series has happened to me/ it's all true. Though I try to be vaguer in my writing.
    Some colors and/or topics may be repeated.

    I'm more than happy to answer any questions.

    Colors as emotions/ feelings

    Wish there were more colors.
    Ended up being a way for me to process/vent trauma and other thoughts

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    Jason gives him an exasperated look as they get to the front door. “Seriously, Dick. I’m fine. Promise. I’ve had a helluva lot worse than this, and still managed a patrol, with a lot less sleep than this. I’ll take it easy, keep the ass-kickin’ to a minimum tonight, alright?” He says with a grin. And fuck the things Dick would do for that grin. It erases the hard edges, the cold and calculating Red Hood, leaving behind a mischievous looking young man, rather than a younger version of Bruce.

    So he sighs. “Fine. Just call me if you need anything, okay? I’m gonna be in town for a few days anyways, until we get this Two-Face thing figured out, so it’s not like it’s out of my way,” Dick says as he steps outside into the driveway. “Besides, it’d be nice to hang out more often.”

    Jason gives Dick an unsure look, and for a moment, Dick can feel his heart sink a bit. Did Jason not enjoy their breakfast? Dick had intruded, to be fair, but Jason had seemed to enjoy -

    “Yeah? You wanna hang?”

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    31 May 2026

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    Peter was dying. The Sinister Six had ambushed him in a warehouse and he couldn’t save himself this time. Before he died, Dr. Octopus turned on a machine that teleported Spider-Man’s broken body to a place that smelled foreign to his weakened senses. 'I didn’t even get the comfort to die someplace I know' he thought as he took his last breath.

    Another Peter in Gotham fic

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    15 Jun 2026

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    Peter Benjamin Parker will be missed.
    ...or not.

    Or

    Peter Parker gets 'Dusty' and wakes up, crawling out of a lake with no idea where he is, how he got here, or what to do next

    Or

    I wanted a ship-fic between Peter and Jason, and Peter is oblivious towards feelings and friendly to Gothamites like the ray of sunshine he is

    Edit:
    I do NOT CONSENT to my fic being used to train A.I./or/be rewritten by A.I. in ANY WAY.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    Peter Parker died on Titan. Or at least, he was supposed to. He remembered it clearly: the fatality, the horror, the dust, the stubborn ache of his healing factor attempting to save him from the impossible.
    But he also remembered waking up in a freezing cave, drenched in a glowing green goop he’d fought tooth and nail to get out from.
    Peter Parker was meant to die on Titan. So why was he in an alternate universe, trying to survive the winter with nothing but the will to build a makeshift heater?

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    Now three years younger and with rapidly evolving abilities due to the Lazarus Pit, ex sixteen year-old Peter Parker (he refuses to call himself thirteen) finds himself homeless, alone and freezing in Gotham’s brutal winter. He goes dumpster-diving behind a suspiciously high-tech house in Crime Alley, desperate to build a heater —naturally, Parker Luck strikes again.
    Because it happens to be one of the safehouses belonging to a certain vigilante with eyes and a white streak far too similar to Peter’s.
    Red hood knows. He knows what that means. He has no choice but to approach him.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    Peter Parker was forgotten. No traces of him was left. His existence was consumed whole by the mystery of the world, and yet his trail of guilt and mistakes will follow him until he finally disappears from the universe.

    Slowly but surely, he was building his life from scratch. Forged his own documents and made his existence known to everyone except his loved ones. It was better that way. They would be protected just by not knowing Peter Parker.

    He thought he had created a solid foundation until all of it came crashing down during a fight as Spider-man with the Avengers.

    It was supposed to be a normal everyday alien invasion, but the aliens were more advanced and his past loved ones got involved. Reckless he is, he took a power beam directed at them straight to the heart to protect them.

    He then felt his vision black out and he thought that if this is how he dies, then he'll happily accept it.

    He woke up feeling sore and grime all over his body. He didn't know where he was. The buildings all looked old-fashioned, it's as if he had traveled back in time.

    He felt like a 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

    Then he realized...

    𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?...

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    12 Jun 2026

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