#Spider Don Spider Don

[nohalosinhell-archive]

@hannah-the-small

Arackniss stopped a good block before Gritt's penthouse. His car was somewhat noticeable, so he decided to make the rest of his trekk on foot. The groceries he had picked up for the imp twins had been taken out of their plastic bags and placed in a small carrier he constructed out of webs. This way, they wouldn't rustle nor clatter together.

As he walks through the crowded street, his feet make absolutely no sound. While he can hardly stand how tiny and misshapen they are, Arackniss is well aware that they were such a size and shape in order to make next to no sound.

He stops about two-hundred yards from his destination and slides into the small crevice between two other buildings. He needs to get a good look at the building, and standing perfectly still in the middle of the street, staring into what appears to be nothing, would definitely earn him some attention.

Besides... he'll be able to see more of the building if he can get some altitude.

The microscopic hooks in his hands cling to the surface of the building as he scales it. Once up, he sticks close to the wall, his darker body partially obscured by shadow as he moves along the rooftops to get a bit closer to his destination.

Once he has a clear view, he stops and crouches down, all eight of his eyes glowing gently. His numerous eyes came with numerous abilities; and among that list was the ability to zoom in and the ability to see in infrared.

Even through the wall, he could pick up on slight heat signatures. That's where guards are posted, and that's where he needs to avoid.

Now... he just needs a point of entry. A balcony would work, or a fire escape... or an air vent duct. He's a jumping spider, he can make the jump-- as long as he knows where to land.

[donsgraveyard]

HOBIIEEEEE GGRRRAAAGGHHRRAGGHHH

[hibiscusbiue]

human 03 donatello if he was spider-man call that donatelloman

[strangethings-everywhere]

So I’m a daycare teacher irl and sometimes I’ll let my kiddos look at pictures on my phone and they always see the pictures of Jack and Luke I have saved and they’re like “Miss Anna who’s that?”

They’re three so I just tell them “these are my friends Jack and Luke” and they completely believe it 😂 it’s so cute and now when they see the pictures they go “look it’s your friends!”

Just thought I’d share this cuteness 🥰

[beatleswings]

Headcanon: Don is scared of spiders, which he’s embarrassed about. This is him when he sees one.

[brevoorthistoryofcomics]

BHOC: THE SUPERHERO WOMEN

Back at Christmas 1978, I was working my way through the fourth and latest release in the ORIGINS OF MARVEL COMICS line of Trade Paperbacks from Simon & Schuster: THE SUPERHERO WOMEN. This book was a bit more of a mixed bag than the earlier ones and relied more on material that was more contemporary–the first issue of MS. MARVEL, which is reprinted here, was less than a year old. But that was a…

[spoiledleaff]

there's a monster circling the borders of the cult. the lamb knows what it is—who it is. they're not terribly bothered.

the fox.

as a creature who values both brutality and strategy, the fox admires shamura deeply, to the point of love obsession. they've met before, though shamura could not remember that now. as a bishop, the fox loved watching them work. they would meet on occasion, standing at the crossroads between war and darkness. the fox has always had a bit of a stalking problem, not that shamura would feel threatened by him. they never stopped him before. the company was nice, soothing. they both smelled of blood—it was like finding another half of yourself, drenched in the afterbirth of your crimes and murders.

they'd chat. sometimes. ironically enough, shamura liked taking time to talk about nothing. so much of their life and work is spent strategizing and wondering and learning and doing things with a purpose, it was nice to take a moment to revel in the nonsense. the fox didn't mind, he would be too infatuated with the way they'd fidget with the bones of their followers. they would remember so much.

he was so curious, so obsessed that when shamura offhandedly let slip of that damned prophecy, of their siblings, of their brother, of the lambs—he didn't hesitate.

"i will handle it." he said. "i will devour every lamb to ever walk this earth if that is what you wish of me."

they paused, calculating. always so careful.

"leave one for me." they said, their smile filled to the grim with too many teeth and murderous intentions, and the fox thought he felt something stir in his long dead chest.

(there was a sadness there too, he realizes. maybe they knew of the consequences all along. even back then.

maybe especially then.)

it's hard to think that the shamura from before and the one he'd grown so used to watching from the shadows were the same creature. they still smell of blood, still ramble nonsense that only makes sense to them.

the fox wants to kill them, this mockery of the great bishop he once knew. this thing does not demand respect, does not stir that feeling in the fox's chest; it cannot be them.

they never seem to sleep, always roaming the cult's grounds while the rest of the herd scatter off for their bedtimes. they drift near the cemeteries, reading aloud names of followers they've never known. they do this every night—pay their respects.

"i know you are out there, little shadow." they say one night, "may i help you?"

"no." the fox is quick to answer, his maw is open and dripping with his resolutions. this thing will die tonight.

the false one turns towards the shadows, though the fox knows they will never find him if he doesn't wish it.

"do i know you?" they ask. "you feel familiar to me, though i'm afraid i cannot place it."

"...no." the fox lies — it is the truth — his teeth lay ready, though he does not bite.

"ah. my apologies then." the false one turns back to the graves, turns away from the fox. "your voice soothes me in a way i cannot describe. though i am unsure as to why, as to me you sound like blood, like cattle willingly led to slaughter, like betrayal."

the fox is ready to strike, he drools.

"you remind me of someone who i think i once felt safe with." he stops. "i apologize. i know we've never met before, but i cannot shake the feeling that i know your teeth."

the fox hesitates, closes his maw, backs away.

"your teeth are beautiful, by the way." the thing turns around, and the fox feels as though they see him—they see him. "i feel as though i've known your ivory all my life."

he leaves.

it doesn't matter, the night will always come—there will always be tomorrow.

it doesn't matter that this false one replicates shamura's desire to babble about nothing.

it doesn't matter that there is a beating in his chest that will not go away.

(he misses the chatter.)

there is always tomorrow night.

[mjwatson-daily]

Amazing Spider-Man (Vol. 1) #59 Writer: Stan Lee, Pencils: John Romita, Don Heck

[applepies-and-starlight]

I'm really hoping the Rich People Environment of Canto 6 is good for the Heathcliff/Hong Lu dynamic. Not even in a shippy sort of way, they're positioned pretty dynamically as opposites (Heathcliff is from the Backstreets brought to riches, is intensely cynical, is foul mouthed as hell, and is driven primarily by negative impulses like anger, spite and envy, Hong Lu was born rich, is hopelessly naive, never seems to swear harder than a 'golly' or 'gosh', and moves through the world with a constant state of wonder and optimism). It'd be interesting to see if Hong Lu gets some interesting pieces of development inside Wuthering Heights itself.

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[movedtodykedvonte]

There used to be a ban on young spider people in the Spider Society cause the first one Miguel encountered asked him if he needed life alert when they found out how old he was and he’s held a grudge ever since

[nickfuryagentofsword]

Amazing Spider-Man Annual 3 (1966) by Stan Lee, John Romita & Don Heck

Cover: John Romita

[balu8]

The Amazing Spider-Man #64: The Vulture's Prey

by Stan Lee: John Romita/Don Heck; Mike Esposito and Artie Simek

Marvel

[loveofu]

Don Toliver feat. 21 Savage, 2 Chainz - Givin' Up (Not The One)

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Latrodectus hasselti

[Photo: Don Horne, CC BY 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons]

[sunnydayaoe]

[supercowgirl04]

This was hard and took all day, might do again