#Webcutter

[visionproductions2008]

Swing into action with Part 2 of my Spider-Man fan fiction, "Tale of Two Spiders"! 🕷️🕸️ Dive deeper into the multiverse as our heroes face off against the enigmatic Webcutter. Who will claim the threads of fate? Don't miss out—read it now!🌌👀

[elsewhereuniversity]

They Gentry call her Magpie.

A wordsmith with a love of poetry, a crafter of trinkets, a clever bird with a glittering hoard and too many wits for her own good. She was an easy mark, once, easily lured by shiny baubles and flowery words, a prize songbird fit for slaughter. But, like all corvids, she was both smart and loud; she knew when she was being tricked, and fled into the Library squawking bloody murder, a clarion call for whatever aid could be spared. Her emergence was a storm of reflected light and righteous fury, the grudge of a corvid whose flock had been pestered for far too long. She took back what was hers and then some; her new boundaries clearly drawn in salt and spilled blood. She is a thief, the Gentry say, and she wears her namesake well.

To her fellow students she is Rook, Jackdaw, Raven, Bluejay, Crow - any number of avian names, so long as they are Corvidae in nature. She is an English major with Forbidden friends, a charmsmith of feathers and iron, a poet with a silver tongue, a friend to the crows. In her early days at Elsewhere she was a wanderer lost, pale pink stars on a denim jacket winking out far too fast. A memory lost was found and repurchased, an act of open rebellion which caught the Gentry’s ire. A damascene knife made quick work of the shadows, but that wasn’t the only darkness she faced. Seasonal depression followed her Elsewhere, and a month without a sky takes a toll on the mind. A golden pin now adorns a jacket sewn with stars, and the miniature sun which lights her steps has led many out of the Gentry’s clutches. Webcutter may be her primary weapon, but a phoenix-feather quill or a blown-glass pen are just as deadly in a poet’s hands.

The Gentry call her Magpie. Thief. Enemy.

The students call her Murder.

[bilbobagginsbrainrotblog]

i want to find a way to incoporate bilbo's "i am the cluefinder, the webcutter, the lucky number" quote into an embroidery design, bc its one of my favorite scenes in the book but its so long my god this bitch got high off his own fumes there for a minute

[notringwinner]

NAME:  Bilbo Baggins NICKNAME:  Master Baggins, Burglar, Elf-Friend, Dwarf-Friend, Cluefinder, Webcutter, Ringwinner, Luckwearer, Barrelrider, Thief in the Shadows, etc, etc, etc. AGE: Early fifties SPECIES: Hobbit

PERSONAL.

MORALITY: NeutralGood RELIGION: None SINS:   greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES:   chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES:  Westron, some Sindarin, some Khuzdul

PHYSICAL.

BUILD:  scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT:  3′6″ SCARS:  One on his forehead, hidden by his hair, some small scratches, one in his left shoulder ( by way of torture )  ABILITIES  /  POWERS: Lightfooted ( can pass unseen by most if he chooses ), uncommonly clever, 1000% made of sass, super fucking pure ( ring-resistant ), scholarly / quick learner, great throwing arm, deadly accuracy RESTRICTIONS:  Stubborn, often indecisive due to lack of trust in himself, no formal training in combat, can be selfish

FAVORITES.

FOOD: literally everything PIZZA TOPPING: see above COLOUR:  green MUSIC GENRE:  folk music, and according to my playlist pop, and classical & indie rock MOVIE GENRE:  he’ll watch anything, but he mostly sees movies to compare them to the books he’d already have read CURSE WORD:  FUCK. SCENTS:  freshly cooked food, larkspur, a meadow just after rain, new books, ink and parchment

FUN STUFF.

BOTTOM OR TOP: switches. SINGS IN THE SHOWER:  yes. LIKES PUNS: secretly.

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[elsewhereuniversity]

Hello again, Archivist! Magpie again (apparently that's one of my safe names now; at any rate, it seems to have stuck), and I'm happy to report that Webcutter and the star-sewn jacket have done their due diligence. The Gentry are off my back (for now), and the sun charms you entrusted me with last time have done wonders for warding off my seasonal depression. I've come in today to request that blown glass calligraphy pen that was recently dropped off - I've been interested in calligraphy for a while now, and I'm lucky enough to have a dorm room with carpeted flooring, so there's no risk of me breaking it. In return, I offer a little something I've been working on: a full set of playing cards, normal enough when shuffled; but each card is edged with powdered silver, enchanted to be almost blade-like when thrown. I myself lack the physical skill to use them effectively, but perhaps someone else can make it work.

The calligraphy pen is yours with every blessing; I am delighted to hear that you've come out ahead! The terrifying cards I will see to skilled hands.

[elsewhereuniversity]

I... I may need to request Webcutter from you, Archivist. One of the Gentry took offense to my poetry, and now I can't trust a thing I see outside of my dorm room and (strangely enough) the Library. My jacket has lost more stars than I am comfortable with admitting in a very short amount of time, and unless I can figure out how to replicate its original enchantment, my continued attendance here at Elsewhere may be cut short - and, if the things I'm seeing are to be believed, rather violently. In exchange for your continued benevolence, I'm returning not only the flower-field derby hat (it's swarmed my dorm room with bees one time too many; clearly it doesn't like being worn by me), but gifting you one of the strongest charms I've made during my residency: a set of silver earrings, with dangling adornments made of unidentifiable feathers and smoky quartz beads. Anyone who wears them will find that they can understand the crows as if they spoke in the human tongue, and can speak to them as if they were a crow themselves - an invaluable gift for those on good terms with them.

That does sound like a situation for the Webcutter, yes. We have a trade, then: I will take back the derby hat and the the earrings as well, and you may have the damascene knife. Please do be careful as you wave it around; certainly slicing through illusions is important, but so is the safety of your classmates.

[elsewhereuniversity]

I offer you a damascene silver-iron alloy knife. It's hilt is carved from mistletoe and engraved on it are the words "Webcutter". I think the charms and enchantments laid on this knife allows it to cut through illusions and such. Gives the saying, cut through a web of lies, a literal sense no?

I imagine the smith had the saying in mind - it makes a rather pointed statement.