#JB is web weaving

[webanglikethat]

꒰✩꒱ ─ on Lucifer and Vicky.

🌹🌹 🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Λ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 ( ˘ ᵕ ˘ 🌹🌹🌹 ヽ つ ＼ ／ UU / 🎀 \ for @liykaii, happiest birthday <3

sources beneath!

Holly Black // The Cruel Prince, Reinaery // It’s You, It’s Me, It’s Us, Taylor Swift // cruel summer, Orpheus and Eurydice, Halsey // ya'aburnee, fanart one, fanart two, fanart three, fanart four, fanart five, The Flame Of Passion Painting by claudia barbu | Saatchi Art, first painting, second painting, fourth painting, R.F. Kuang // The Burning God, Ask me to Stay quote, Taylor Swift // Mine, Tree Photo, Kennedy Ryan // Still, I always thought it would be difficult, The Notebook, wings photo, Taylor Swift // sweet nothing, divider two, divider one.

[bloodlessharmony]

stay down, boygenius / song in e, julien baker

“Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined.” ― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

x - x - x

[the-uncanny-dag]

Decided to webbed weave a series of my favourite posts about an incredibly hard to swallow pill

UPDATE: Part 2 of this is here now

[everythingisconfetti]

Frightened Rabbit- Floating in the Forth(1,7), Boygenius- Stay Down, Frightened Rabbit- Swim Until You Can't See Land(3,5), Julien Baker- Sour Breath, Boygenius- Anti-Curse

[chattahoochiecoochie]

There is such quiet tenderness in the relationship JB Mauney has with Arctic. To bring home the thing that took everything from you. To walk beside it, to hold it, to keep it safe. To make a home for it inside of your own. Arctic broke his neck and ended his career and all JB can say is that where Arctic did his job, he didn’t that day. That mans a cowboy through and through.

Washington Post Article by Sally Jenkins / 2020 // Photo by Scott Stebner // Arctic Assassin in the pasture of JB Mauney’s ranch photographed by Toni L. Sandys // JB Mauney’s back / photographer unknown // Article by Ryan Osborne / 2024 // Drawing by Starpark Designs // Photo for Sports Illustrated / Erick W. Rasco

[a-poet-young-and-hungry]

“The Two-Character Play” by Tennessee Williams // “Spring Awakening” by Steven Sater // “Clay Pigeons”, Michael Cera // “Whatsername”, Green Day // “The Goldfinch” by Donna Tartt // “A Little Life” by Hanya Yanagihara // “Halloween”, Phoebe Bridgers

[texaschainsawmascara]

False Alarm - The Weeknd / Christopher Abbott, On the Count of Three

[bittenbywolves]

jennifer’s body (2009) // demolition lovers - my chemical romance

[anotherknifeinmyhands]

Jennifers body // Sylvia Plath // Ft Willz

[ID: Three images of prose.

First image is from the Jennifer's Body script. It reads: Needy Voice Over: Sometimes the letters are from people who say they're praying for me. They tell me everything will be okay if I just accept Jesus Christ into my heart. I say the words, but nothing ever happens. Nobody comes back. Nobody gets off the cross.

The second image is a Sylvia Plath quote that reads: I talk to god but the sky is empty.

The third image is a poem by Ft Willz. It reads: {no title} please make me believe in ____ i want to know what it’s like your hands are so soft yet so cold maybe i held them for too long and the skin began to crack and peel, burned by my stupid little star or maybe i’ve never held them at all /ID]

[beyondtheciouds]

Dru couldn't help but feel like she was carving herself out of the past. A ghost; ghastly and haunting as she eyed the intimate initials carved into the wood.

Her blue-green eyes scanned the windowsill searching for another significant signature. Any sign that this was not a coincidence. The past certainly wasn't far from where she was standing.

The wallpaper was yellowed with age; dark green with tiny pink flowers on vines. The furniture was dusty and rotting; mostly made of expensive wood.

JB + LH. Intials of infamous names every Shadowhunter knew crossed out underneath the window.

The two were traitors. Necromancers. Tragic lovers who hadn't fallen far from their family trees. Ancestors who betrayed the Clave and Consul by falling in love.

Like Jules and Emma.

The air faintly smelled of concealed lilies and the scent of congealed lilacs wafted throughout the interior of the room. A chill siphoned all the warmth from the thick, leather coat she wore. She shivered, feeling the ghosts all around.

Dru's eyes wandered further down the window sill; steady and slow in approach. Her inky eyebrows knit together as a spider slipped down the glass and crawled along the splintering wood. She would loathe to admit it, but sometimes she felt like a spider, creeping around weaving webs of lies.

Drusilla's fingers slipped along the ruined window frame; the tips glazing the outlines of the raw letters as though she carved them in the wood herself.

Jesse Blackthorn. Drusilla Blackthorn.

Lucie Herondale. Kit Herondale.

We are following the paths of ghosts.

Dru bit back the hysteria that bubbled up instantly and bit her lower lip. Never would he know.

She hesitated before she lifted a finger and blew on it; dust and mites still clinging to the tips of her long, black nails.

Dru realized the relics of the past were all around her here; heartache and tragedy embedded in the walls. The furniture of the library was spattered with dust and ash. Old bound books lay on the floor; splayed open to passages of yellowed and torn pages.

Spells.

Dru took a deep breath and shivered. She felt like she was in one of her screamfest horror movies.

The eerie presence was splayed on her back like a sharp knife. She knew the uncomfortable feeling as much as she knew Kit was in the next room.

The ghosts of the Institute were quiet for the moment; not a peep to be heard in Dru's ears. They appeared to reluctantly listening and behaving.

Dru kept an open mind as many of the spirits aburptly fled to the cornerstone of the room.

Dru was acutely aware of another spirit and she instinctly knew he was watching her from the shadows with those hypnotic and strange blue eyes.

Dru's breath seeped out her lips and steamed the window before a breeze of bitter cold wafted throughout her bones as if a spirit flew past her.

The future seemed uncertain and distant; like a star that was falling, but one thing was for certain; this place held secrets about the Herondales and Blackthorns.

Secrets that Drusilla Blackthorn was determined to know.

[webanglikethat]

on c!tommy, The End.

[bloodlessharmony]

reckless serenade, arctic monkeys // guthrie, julien baker // read my mind, the killers

[scoundrels-in-love]

hiraeth for the meme? JB?

Anon, you did what I thought was impossible, as in, made me write again. Thank you for picking one of my most beloved words of longing, ever.

Hiraeth: a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

Also on AO3. Just excuse to write emotional introspection & landscape porn.

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Jaime hadn’t been shipwrecked and cast onto Tarth's shores, but he might as well have been, with the odd sense of wonder that fills him as he cranes his neck to peer at the cliff faces that give little way to a rocky beach, as if pebble by pebble Tarth has reclaimed land from sea's unending touch, with sheer determination, like its people create houses and turn them into homes upon the rock.

A castaway might feel fear and longing for their home once the marvel of feeling land beneath their feet wanes, but instead, Jaime feels as if he's been castaway his whole life and finally arrived at the gates of his home. The great, sharp gates that lead onto a steep and sometimes narrow path toward the clifftop that he has walked through a hundred times and still feels humbled and welcomed by.

He climbs slowly, because he has nowhere to be right now, other than this moment and this familiar journey upward. And yet, it is still opposite of the aimless days and months he has known before Tarth. Being here is being , in a way that aches as much as it soothes, from the early morning sun carving its way through the clouds as he works the land to golden, wind swirled evenings spent on docks or in Davos' inn or the longing that's on cusp of being fulfilled, but all the more aching for that, that fills him when he is here.

Finally, he reaches the top, hauls his gaze over the even page of clifftop, though its edges are greatly torn and moves toward one of the further ledges, leaning directly over the sea in a far reach. He would call it desperate, but what can a cliff be desperate for, when it holds its opposite in gentle grasp?

From up here, he sees the port and the town to the North with its beach line that he had followed to the base of these cliffs, deeper inland where the Evenfall Hall lays with the villages that have scattered around it, like crumbs of its marble walls sprouting seeds of homes. He knows the little paths connecting them, can spy his own house and plot of land that will bear his feeble farming attempts this year. It’s not the view he needs, right now.

He looks ahead, instead. To the vanishing line of the horizon where the gray of the sky and sea reach to mingle together, though the grey veil fails to imitate the shifting waves below, try as it might. And it does try , shedding streaks of grays from misty white to muted storm almost-black that take up the rest of the sky, gradually toward the meeting point.

The wind tears at his clothes, bites through the unbuttoned shirt collar like a jealous lover -- no, it does not deserve the comparison. And though the thought is fleeting, he already feels his sense of peace wobbling to the side, like a pile of pebbles built to make wishes with he's seen children build on the beaches.

It's odd, how being almost happy can ache. At least Jaime thinks he is almost that. Happiness is a ghost he has only heard of, sees its blurry outline when he recalls how laughter gilded faces of his mother and sister. It's a grief, maybe, that echoes hurt, for time taking the feeling of happiness with careless hand and even more so for all the laughter that died with his mother that could've spun toward the sky, the way he imagines he could've loved Casterly Rock then, the way he might've belonged.

Being here, makes him all the more aware of it, like a gap between something trembling and warm (he thinks about how a week ago, he had ended up helping Old Jenny when her cow had twins and the sticky, slightly bloody warmth that had imprinted into his hands) in him and the emptiness so large it almost feels like a thing has been drawn all the more sharply, marking the width newborn, wobbly thing must cross before it could even brush up against the void in him, risking being snuffed out. But maybe just that it exists before it dies, is enough.

He knows death like every other soldier does, but here on Tarth he's been learning of birth, too, (of calves and gardens, and dreams) and it scares him, some, with the inevitability it brings into the world. Jaime's never been good with constants - maybe because they've never been that, not to him. Not his mother, not even his twin's love and the sense of belonging she had weaved for him like a home of golden spider web (still clinging to his clothes in places he can't reach to brush them off), not honor or justice.

Only the search has remained.

Because it's never been wanderlust that chased him from city to port and across the sea and back again, though there had been a thrill in seeing new places and exploring every nook and cranny he could. Thrill and eventual disappointment, resignation even - no, not here either. Though he has hardly ever known what he's been searching for. Is, still. Because even now, here, where every step feels familiar and soothing like the sea's back and forth that he has always sought out since childhood, something is missing.

Jaime is content, though, more than ever and he is thinking of what he hasn't in over a decade: stopping. Staying. The thought had shot through his mind before a few times across the world, like a bird speeding across the imprint of sun in the sky, but it had never circled back, never sat down and never made a friend of him. Now, it's grown as familiar as his own worn-in work boots.

He has things here that he couldn't even imagine before, like the sense of marvel at how much the great oak tree has grown (since the last time, since the last time that never was) when he wandered up to Evenfall hall for the first time or the cutting clarity of things he cannot find words for when he's up in the cliffs, and things he never thought he even wanted, like people who smile and greet him, a cat that mills evenings into nights, and even a house that's one something short of home. (Just one, when it's never been anything less than an eternal list of indefinable.)

It used to make him angry, the way he knows homesickness as well as his own heartbeat, without ever knowing what it’s like to be at home, at peace. What kind of wretched thing runs in his blood that doesn’t know rest? What kind of love or hate chases him onward without direction, only with a want that he shouldn’t know, if he doesn’t know what the shape of what he’s missing? But the fall storms and quiet months of winter on Tarth have subdued the anger, drawn outlines in the sand that are almost an answer.

The sun breaks through the clouds then, pouring like rain in rare, bright streams onto the sea and he inhales deeply, as if he could take the light in him to dispel the smothering at the edges of his emptiness. And that's when he hears steps behind him. He half turns to see who it is, expecting one of the children though they're told not to play up here, but instead he falls - no, is pierced by, no, falls - into eyes impossibly familiar, when he knows he's never seen a blue like this, not even in his dreams that often spin blue and gold and gray across his heart.

But he knows them still, somehow, and if colors had sounds then this would have the soft bell of the final piece falling in place, of first notes of welcome home hymn, of relief's sigh - oh. Oh , it's you. You're here. (I've been waiting for you.)

Jaime draws a shuddering breath, tries to ground himself in taking in the rest of the person that makes him want to run away and toward them all at once.

It's a woman, taller than him he gauges even with the distance between them, and broader, too, with features arranged just shy of wrong, but not shy enough for most to not call her ugly, he guesses. (But he can't, because factuality doesn't stand a chance against the gale so high up.)

There's scowl on her face, maybe from the sun or the wind though he feels it's not, and wind has untangled pale strands from her braid to whip into her face and tug along in its rush. Freckles dot her face and for a moment, he believes he could find well-loved patterns in those and the rest, hidden by her dark blue coat and the slightly wrinkled shirt seen beneath the blue and gold brocade vest.

Jaime swallows and looks into her eyes again, trying to remember what is the image of the puzzle that feels complete now, but it's been locked away already. He finds that he doesn't care, he's just happy, because not seeing it doesn't change the truth of it. Just yesterday, he had planted apple trees in his garden and the promise of the pale pink blooms against bowed branches that always seem to remember the weight of all the fruit they will ever bear, alone had been enough to make his step light all the way to this moment.

So he smiles at her.

"Lady Brienne Tarth, I presume."

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[timelesstimesgoneby]

Murder she wrote is great timeless classics mystery

EPISODE SEASON ONE DISC 1 "S01E01 THE MURDER OF SHERLOCK HOLMES H 1980" "S01E02 DEADLY LADY Cabot Cove 1980" S01E03 BIRDS OF A FEATHER 1980 DISC 2 S01E04 HOORAY FOR HOMICIDE 1980 S01E05 IT'S A DOG'S LIFE 1980 S01E06 LOVERS AND OTHER KILLERS 1980 "S01E07 HIT, RUN, AND HOMICIDE Cabot Cove episodes 1980" DISC 3 S01E08 WE'RE OFF TO KILL THE WIZARD 1980 "S01E09 DEATH TAKES A CURTAIN CALL Cabot Cove  1980" S01E10 DEATH CASTS A SPELL 1980 S01E11 CAPITOL OFFENSE 1980 DISC 4 S01E12 BROADWAY MALADY 1980 S01E13 MURDER TO A JAZZ BEAT 1980 S01E14 MY JOHNNY LIES OVER THE OCEAN 1980 S01E15 PAINT ME A MURDER 1980 DISC 5 S01E16 TOUGH GUYS DON'T DIE 1980 S01E17 SUDDEN DEATH 1980 S01E18 FOOTNOTE TO MURDER 1980 "S01E19 MURDER TAKES THE BUS Cabot Cove 1980" DISC 6 S01E20 ARMED RESPONSE 1980 S01E21 MURDER AT THE OASIS 1980 S01E22 FUNERAL AT FIFTY-MILE 1980 SEASON TWO DISC 1 S02E01 WIDOW, WEEP FOR ME 1980 "S02E02 JOSHUA PEABODY DIED HERE ... POSSIBLY Cabot Cove 1980" S02E03 MURDER IN THE AFTERNOON 1980 S02E04 SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL 1980 DISC 2 S02E05 Sing a Song of Murder 1980 "S02E06 Reflections of the Mind H 1980" "S02E07 A LADY IN THE LAKE Cabot Cove 1980" S02E08 DEAD HEAT 1980 DISC 3 S02E09 JESSICA BEHIND BARS 1980 "S02E10 STICKS AND STONES Cabot Cove  1980" S02E11 MURDER DIGS DEEP 1980 S02E12 MURDER BY APPOINTMENT ONLY 1980 DISC 4 S02E13 TRIAL BY ERROR 1980 "S02E14 KEEP THE HOME FRIES BURNING Cabot Cove  1980" S02E15 POWDER KEG 1980 S02E16 MURDER IN THE ELECTRIC CATHEDRAL 1980 DISC 5 S02E17 ONE GOOD BID DESERVES A MURDER 1980 "S02E18 IF A BODY MEET A BODY Cabot Cove  1980" S02E19 CHRISTOPHER BUNDY - DIED ON SUNDAY 1980 S02E20 MENACE, ANYONE? 1980 DISC 6 S02E21 THE PERFECT FOIL 1980 "S02E22 IF THE FRAME FITS T 1980" SEASON THREE DISC 1 S03E01  DEATH STALKS THE BIG TOP (PART 1) 1980 S03E02  DEATH STALKS THE BIG TOP (PART 2) 1980 "S03E03 UNFINISHED BUSINESS Cabot Cove 1980" S03E04 ONE WHITE ROSE FOR DEATH 1980 DISC 2 S03E05 CORNED BEEF AND CARNAGE 1980 "S03E06 DEAD MAN'S GOLD Cabot Cove 1980" S03E0750. DEADLINE FOR MURDER 1980 S03E08 MAGNUM ON ICE 1980 DISC 3 "S03E09 OBITUARY FOR A DEAD ANCHOR Cabot Cove  1980" S03E10 STAGE STRUCK 1980 "S03E11 NIGHT OF THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN H 1980" S03E12 THE CORPSE FLEW FIRST CLASS 1980 DISC 4 "S03E13 CROSSED UP Cabot Cove  1980" S03E14 MURDER IN A MINOR KEY 1980 S03E15 THE BOTTOM LINE IS MURDER 1980 S03E16 DEATH TAKES A DIVE 1980 DISC 5 "S03E17 SIMON SAYS, COLOR ME DEAD Cabot Cove 1980" S03E18 NO LAUGHING MURDER 1980 S03E19 NO ACCOUNTING FOR MURDER 1980 S03E20 THE CEMETERY VOTE 1980 DISC 6 S03E21 THE DAYS DWINDLE DOWN 1980 S03E22 MURDER, SHE SPOKE 1980 S03E23 NOVEL CONNECTION 1980 SEASON FOUR DISC 1 S04E016 A FASHIONABLE WAY TO DIE 1980 "S04E02 WHEN THIEVES FALL OUT Cabot Cove 1980" S04E03 WITNESS FOR THE DEFENSE 1980 S04E04 OLD HABITS DIE HARD 1980 DISC 2 S04E05 THE WAY TO DUSTY DEATH 1980 S04E06 IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY 1980 "S04E07 IF IT'S THURSDAY, IT MUST BE BEVERLY Cabot Cove 1980" S04E08 STEAL ME A STORY 1980 S04E09 TROUBLE IN EDEN 1980 DISC 3 "S04E10 INDIAN GIVER Cabot Cove 1980" S04E11 DOOM, WITH A VIEW 1980 "S04E12 WHO THREW THE BARBITALS IN MRS. FLETCHER'S CHOWDER? Cabot Cove 1980" S04E13 HARBINGER OF DEATH 1980 S04E14  Curse of the Daanav 1980 DISC 4 S04E15 MOURNING AMONG THE WISTERIAS 1980 S04E16 MURDER THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS 1980 S04E17 A VERY GOOD YEAR FOR MURDER 1980 "S04E18 BENEDICT ARNOLD SLIPPED HERE Cabot Cove  1980" S04E19 JUST ANOTHER FISH STORY 1980 DISC 5 S04E20 SHAKEDOWN IN SASKATCHEWAN 1980 S04E21 DEADPAN 1980 S04E22 THE BODY POLITIC 1980 SEASON FIVE DISC 1 S05E01 JB, AS IN JAILBIRD 1980 S05E02 A LITTLE NIGHT WORK 1980 "S05E03 MR. PENROY'S VACATION Cabot Cove  1980" DISC 2 S05E04 SNOW WHITE, BLOOD RED 1980 S05E05 COAL MINER'S SLAUGHTER 1980 S05E06 WEARING OF THE GREEN 1980 S05E07 THE LAST FLIGHT OF THE DIXIE DAMSEL 1980 S05E08 PREDICTED: MURDER 1980 DISC 3 S05E09 SOMETHING BORROWED, SOMEONE BLUE 1980 "S05E10 WEAVE A TANGLED WEB Cabot Cove 1980" S05E11 THE SEARCH FOR PETER KERRY 1980 S05E12 SMOOTH OPERATORS 1980 "S05E13 FIRE BURN, CAULDRON BUBBLE Cabot Cove H 1980" DISC 4 S05E14 FROM RUSSIA WITH BLOOD 1980 S05E15 ALMA MURDER 1980 S05E16 TRUCK STOP 1980 "S05E17 THE SINS OF CASTLE COVE Cabot Cove  1980" S05E18 TREVOR HUDSON'S LEGACY 1980 DISC 5 S05E19 DOUBLE EXPOSURE 1980 S05E20 THREE STRIKES, YOU'RE OUT 1980 "S05E21  MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL (PART 1) Cabot Cove 1980" "S05E22  MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL (PART 2) Cabot Cove  1980" SEASON SIX DISC 1 S06E01 APPOINTMENT IN ATHENS 1980 "S06E02 SEAL OF THE CONFESSIONAL Cabot Cove 1980" S06E03 THE GRAND OLD LADY 1980 DISC 2 S06E04 THE ERROR IN HER WAYS 1980 S06E05 JACK AND BILL 1980 "S06E06 DEAD LETTER Cabot Cove  1980" "S06E07 NIGHT OF THE TARANTULA H 1980" S06E08 WHEN THE FAT LADY SINGS 1980 DISC 3 S06E09 TEST OF WILLS 1980 S06E10 CLASS ACT 1980 "S06E11 TOWN FATHER Cabot Cove  1980" S06E12 GOOD-BYE, CHARLIE 1990 "S06E13 IF THE SHOE FITS ... Cabot Cove 1990" DISC 4 S06E14 HOW TO MAKE A KILLING WITHOUT REALLY TRYING 1990 S06E15 THE FIXER-UPPER 1990 S06E16 THE BIG SHOW OF 1965 1990 S06E17 MURDER - ACCORDING TO MAGGIE 1990 S06E18 O'MALLEY'S LUCK 1990 DISC 5 S06E19 ALWAYS A THIEF 1990 S06E20 SHEAR MADNESS 1990 "S06E21 THE SZECHUAN DRAGON Cabot Cove 1990" S06E22 THE SCICILIAN ENCOUNTER 1990 SEASON SEVEN DISC 1 S07E01TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS 1990 "S07E02 DEADLY MISUNDERSTANDING Cabot Cove  1990" S07E03 SEE YOU IN COURT, BABY 1990 S07E04 HANNIGAN'S WAKE 1990 DISC 2 S07E05 THE FAMILY JEWELS 1990 "S07E06 A BODY TO DIE FOR Cabot Cove  1990" S07E07 THE RETURN OF PRESTON GILES 1990 S07E08 THE GREAT TWAIN ROBBERY 1990 S07E09 BALLAD FOR A BLUE LADY 1990 DISC 3 S07E10 MURDER IN F SHARP 1990 S07E11 FAMILY DOCTOR 1990 S07E12 SUSPICION OF MURDER 1990 "S07E13 MOVING VIOLATION Cabot Cove  1990" S07E14 WHO KILLED JB FLETCHER? 1990 DISC 4 S07E15 THE TAXMAN COMETH 1990 S07E16 FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH 1990 "S07E17 THE PRODIGAL FATHER Cabot Cove  1990" S07E18 WHERE HAVE YOU GONE, BILLY BOY? 1990 DISC 5 S07E19 THURSDAY'S CHILD 1990 S07E20 MURDER, PLAIN AND SIMPLE 1990 S07E21 TAINTED LADY 1990 "S07E22 THE SKINNY ACCORDING TO NICK CULLHANE Cabot Cove  1990" SEASON EIGHT DISC 1 S08E011 BITE THE BIG APPLE 1990 S08E02 NIGHT FEARS 1990 S08E03 UNAUTHORIZED OBITUARY 1990 "S08E04 THICKER THAN WATER Cabot Cove  1990" DISC 2 S08E05 LINES OF EXCELLENCE 1990 S08E06 JUDGE NOT 1990 S08E07 TERMINAL CONNECTION 1990 S08E08 A KILLING IN VEGAS 1990 S08E09 THE COMMITTEE 1990 DISC 3 S08E10 The List of Yuri Lermentov 1990 S08E11 DANSE DIABOLIQUE 1990 "S08E12 THE WITCH'S CURSE Cabot Cove H 1990" "S08E13 INCIDENT IN LOT 7 H 1990" DISC 4 S08E14 THE MONTE CARLO MURDERS 1990 S08E15 TINKER, TAILOR, LIAR, THIEF 1990 S08E16 EVER AFTER 1990 S08E17 TO THE LAST WILL I GRAPPLE WITH THEE 1990 "S08E18 PROGRAMMED FOR MURDER Cabot Cove 1990" DISC 5 S08E19 DAY OF THE DEAD 1990 "S08E20 ANGEL OF DEATH H 1990" "S08E21 BADGE OF HONOR Cabot Cove  1990" S08E22 MURDER ON MADISON AVENUE 1990 SEASON NINE DISC 1 S09E01 MURDER IN MILAN 1990 "S09E02 FAMILY SECRETS Cabot Cove  1990" S09E03 THE MOLE 1990 S09E04 THE WIND AROUND THE TOWER 1990 DISC 2 S09E05 THE DEAD FILE 1990 S09E06 NIGHT OF THE COYOTE 1990 S09E07 SUGAR AND SPICE, MALICE AND VICE 1990 S09E08 THE CLASSIC MURDER 1990 "S09E09 A CHRISTMAS SECRET Cabot Cove C 1990" DISC 3 S09E10 THE SOUND OF MURDER 1990 "S09E11 FINAL CURTAIN Cabot Cove  1990" S09E12 DOUBLE JEOPARDY 1990 S09E13 DEAD EYE 1990 DISC 4 S09E14 KILLER RADIO 1990 S09E15 THE PETRIFIED FLORIST 1990 S09E16 THRESHOLD OF FEAR 1990 "S09E17 THE BIG KILL Cabot Cove 1990" S09E18 DEAD TO RIGHTS 1990 DISC 5 S09E19 LONE WITNESS 1990 S09E20  SHIP OF THIEVES 1990 S09E21 THE SURVIVOR 1990 "S09E22 LOVE'S DEADLY DESIRE Cabot Cove  1990" SEASON TEN DISC 1 S10E01 A DEATH IN HONG KONG 1990 S10E02 FOR WHOM THE BALL TOLLS 1990 "S10E03 THE LEGACY OF BORBEY HOUSE Cabot Cove H 1990" S10E04 THE PHANTOM KILLER 1990 DISC 2 S10E05 A VIRTUAL MURDER 1990 S10E06 BLOODLINES 1990 S10E07 A KILLING IN CORK 1990 "S10E08 LOVE AND HATE IN CABOT COVE CABOT COVE 1990" DISC 3 S10E09 MURDER AT A DISCOUNT 1990 S10E10 MURDER IN WHITE 1990 S10E11 NORTHERN EXPLOSION 1990 S10E12 PROOF IN THE PUDDING 1990 DISC 4 S10E13 PORTRAIT OF DEATH 1990 "S10E14 DEADLY ASSETS Cabot Cove 1990" S10E15 MURDER ON THE THIRTIETH FLOOR 1990 S10E16 TIME TO DIE 1990 DISC 5 S10E17 THE DYING GAME 1990 "S10E18 THE TROUBLE WITH SETH Cabot Cove 1990" S10E19 ROADKILL 1990 S10E20 A MURDEROUS MUSE 1990 "S10E21 WHEEL OF DEATH Cabot Cove 1990" SEASON ELEVEN DISC 1 S11E01 A NEST OF VIPERS 1990 S11E02 AMSTERDAM KILL 1990 "S11E03 TO KILL A LEGEND Cabot Cove  1990" S11E04 DEATH IN HAWAII 1990 DISC 2 S11E05 DEAR DEADLY 1990 S11E06 THE MURDER CHANNEL 1990 S11E07 FATAL PARADISE 1990 S11E08 CRIMSON HARVEST 1990 "S11E09 MURDER BY TWOS Cabot Cove 1990" DISC 3 S11E10 MURDER OF THE MONTH CLUB 1990 S11E11 AN EGG TO DIE FOR 1990 S11E12 THE SCENT OF MURDER 1990 S11E13 DEATH 'N DENIAL 1990 DISC 4 S11E14 MURDER IN HIGH C 1990 S11E15 TWICE DEAD 1990 S11E16 FILM FLAM 1990 S11E17 MURDER A LA MODE 1990 "S11E18 THE DREAM TEAM Cabot Cove 1990" DISC 5 "S11E19 SCHOOL FOR MURDER Cabot Cove  1990" S11E20 ANOTHER KILLING IN CORK 1990 S11E21 GAME, SET, MURDER 1990 SEASON TWELVE DISC 1 S12E01 NAILED 1990 S12E02 A QUAKING IN ASPEN 1990 S12E03 THE SECRET OF GILA JUNCTION 1990 S12E04 BIG EASY MURDER 1990 DISC 2 "S12E05 HOME CARE Cabot Cove 1990" "S12E06  NAN'S GHOST (PART 1) H 1990" "S12E07  NAN'S GHOST (PART 2) H 1990" S12E08 SHOOTING IN ROME 1990 S12E09 DEADLY BIDDING 1990 DISC 3 S12E10 FROZEN STIFF 1990 S12E11 UNWILLING WITNESS 1990 S12E12 KENDO KILL 1990 S12E13 DEATH GOES DOUBLE PLATINUM 1990 "S12E14 MURDER IN TEMPO Cabot Cove 1990" DISC 4 S12E15 THE DARK SIDE OF THE DOOR 1990 S12E16 MURDER AMONG FRIENDS 1990 S12E17 SOMETHING FOUL IN FLAPPIEVILLE 1990 S12E18 Track of a Soldier 1990 "S12E19 Evidence of Malice Cabot Cove 1990" DISC 5 S12E19 SOUTHERN DOUBLE-CROSS 1990 "S12E20 RACE TO DEATH Cabot Cove 1990" "S12E21 WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW CAN KILL YOU Cabot Cove 1990" S12E22 MRS. PARKER'S REVENGE 1990 S12E23 DEATH BY DEMOGRAPHICS 1990 MOVIES DISC 1 S0E1 : SOUTH BY SOUTHWEST 1990 S0E2  A STORY TO DIE FOR 2000 DISC 2 S0E3 THE LAST FREE MAN 2000 S0E4 THE CELTIC RIDDLE 2000

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Jorōgumo

Meticulous, precise and calculating. These are words often used to describe the jorōgumo, handmaidens of Lamashtu, the demon prince of greed. Within hell, these archdevils act as bankers, loan sharks and tax collectors for their mistress, constantly accruing themselves and her more and more wealth.

Jorōgumo are outwardly polite and courteous in all matters, seeing no profit in emotional responses. Even when enraged or threatening others they keep this composure, which only enhances the menace of their wrath.

As one would expect given their station, jorōgumo are coldly logical and heavily focused on details and profit. They constantly weight the pros and cons of every situation, every asset and every body in play. If a situation proves unprofitable or harmful toward their end goals, they simply, silently, withdraw any involvement with it and move on to their new venture.

Every asset gained by a jorōgumo is treated jealously and with joy, even living assets. Jorōgumo rarely, if ever, willingly part with something of value unless it is to procure something of greater value. Underlings and pawns are treated well, right up until they prove to be unprofitable. When something proves to be a liability, the demon is quick to pawn it off on another or otherwise discard it.

Within the jorōgumo there is a blending of humanoid and arachnid features. A humanoid torso ends in wide flaring hips and a bulbous arachnid abdomen, with six tapering, carapace tipped legs expanding out from their pelvis. The thick abdomens are tipped with two large spinnerets. From their shoulders two additional sets of chitinous arms extend. The second, lower set of limbs are smaller and are often held close to the body.

The head of a jorōgumo can closely resemble that of a human woman’s, but only to the casual observer. Upon closer inspection, what passes for a set of human jaws and lips are a complex set of lotus-like mandibles. Around the brow, four additional black, glittering eyes peer out.

Jorōgumo can stand anywhere between four and seven feet tall, depending on how much they crouch upon their legs. Their skin is pliant but durable, like stiffened rubber and comes in various, subtle shades of pale rose, grey, purple and blue.

A jorōgumo can pass for humanoid, despite its unusual anatomy. They can stand straight upon their legs and so long as they are covered, they project the silhouette of a wide hipped woman. The devil’s face can also be mistaken for human if their maw and eyes are closed and disguised with makeup.

In combat a jorōgumo will flee unless it has the advantage, preferring to face threats in its own territory. Their lairs are often obsessively prepared to provide every advantage, lined with webs and trap doors that allow for repeated ambushes.

If pressed into a direct conflict, the devil is still extremely capable. The jorōgumo’s flesh is resilient to most trauma and their clawed fingers are capable of shearing through sheet metal. Their spinnerets are capable of quickly weaving lines and balls of webbing that it can use to ensnare or slow its foes and their bites are venomous, slowly reducing their prey to paralysis. The most senior of their kind also develop innate skill with magic, capable of casting infernal spells with frightening accuracy.

Jorōgumo Pacts

Jorōgumo are often extremely difficult to pact with. Already highly goal and profit oriented, the demons require a great deal of persuasion to make an investment into a mortal follower. Those that manage to impress these demons, either with gifts or shows of potential, are far and few in between.

Those that do enter into pacts with a jorōgumo often do so for material wealth. The devil will often be implored to impart some its knowledge and intuition upon a mortal or otherwise be implored for a share of their vast horde. Often, the devil will extort additional payments of physical or spiritual currency to continue the benefits of their pact.

Cults that revolve around a jorōgumo seek to influence the world with trade and currency, using the jorōgumo’s supernatural inclination for business to accrue money and power. The devil itself treats the cult and its cultists as assets, coldly assessing their value and constantly determining when it is time to cut its losses or trade up for more beneficial servants. So long as the cult and cultists offer the jorōgumo the most value and remain viable assets, the demon treats them amicably, even motherly.

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