#a HUGE !!! spider ran at my board and scared the FUCK out of me and I fell chdhdbjs

[heysatanitsyourgirl]

So I’m like not great with time?? All my days blend together in a big blob I’m not great at processing it which is why I’m terrible at things like cleaning my room and also eating.

Unfortunately I’m also incredibly arachnophobic like a tiny money spider has me launched into a panic attack as I uncontrollably attack my own skin.

And unfortunately I still live with my parents. How this all ties together? Don’t worry I’m getting there.

Anyways this massive fuck off thing was sat down on my bedroom floor, right next to me. For what could have been forever I was sat curling my hair for tomorrow feeling great. Who knows how long this massive (and I mean that giant spider bug thing from goblet of fire looking ass thing) is just right by me. That’s what scares me the most cuz idk how fucking long it’s been there. And it’s standing right above a hole in my fucking carpet so it could have come from the fucking floor boards I might have a GIANT SPIDER INFESTATION.

Not the point anyways I burn my hand on my curler promptly place it down and get the FUCK out. Knowing I’ll have to wake my very unsupportive parents up at fucking midnight on a Sunday evening.

Last time I had a panic attack like this over a spider (that wasn’t even half this fuckers size) my mum yelled at me for disrupting the whole family and being selfish, so I did my best to compose myself (I couldn’t) and not scream this time or attack myself (vaguely achieved) told them it was genuinely huge and promptly ran the FUCK downstairs.

Anyways they whisper yell at me regardless but still got it out for me.

And whilst still- mid panic attack my mum decides this is a perfect time for a lecture on my fucking room

MY FUCKING ROOM. By reminding me “spiders love messy rooms because they can hide easier in it” HOW THE FU K AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP REBECCA

[in2orbit]

Baby’s first bigboy skaterboy injury

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

It May Be Over, but the Trauma Sticks Around

Told ya I’d fuckin do it. Over 4k words. Boy howdy here we go.

Vore under the cut

His head hurt, his legs ached, and his wrists felt as if they flared up in flames with each small movement he made. His throat was as dry as a desert, as was his mouth, and despite being full he felt sick. The pounding on the inside of his skull grew with each second like ticking clockwork, his eyes heavy. What....what the hell happened? One minute he’s eating dinner and the next he’s- was he tied up?!- shoulder to shoulder with other warm bodies next to him in a cold, dark room that seems the size of a grand ballroom and looks as if it’s been abandoned for centuries.

“O-Oscar?” He hears a raspy voice call out from behind him. One he pins as belonging to his own brother. His brother who sounds genuinely terrified. Nothing like him at all. It’s scary. He opens his mouth to speak-

“Morris?” Another voice cuts through as his mouth hangs open. Another one he recognizes. Two others, three total. Were they the ones at his sides? No. No. They seemed further away. So who was-

“Wiesel?” Comes a voice from his side. One he knows despite never hearing it this close. Theee others, four total. So it was him, his brother, their uncle, and-

“Pulitzer?” Another voice. One that shakes him. On that he’s feared, though never showing it. On that belongs to a man who was supposed to be in prision. So how the fuck was he here?! Four others. Five total. Clearing his throat, he finally speaks up.

“Snyder?”

There’s a brief awkward silence before the voice to his left, Pulitzer, rings through their ears.

“Wonderful! We know each other’s names. Now is someone going to explain why in god’s name we are tied up in some abandoned room none of us have ever seen that looks as if it’s been rotting for years?”

Silence. Deafening silence falls over the room as they wait for a response. Nothing. Not one word is uttered under the weight of the air that seemed to choke them. Not a syllable is heard in the large room cast in shadow with so little light that leaves it hard to seen even when their eyes adjust. Nothing.

Cold. That’s what it was. Cold as inverted hell would be. Damp too. The boards above him seemed soaked to the last fiber while the stones were speckled with moss. Cold, Damp, and Dark. Almost no light shown in the room he had spent what could very well have been some of the worst nights of his life in. Chained up when he wasn’t crammed in the room upstairs, three to a bunk that might as well have just been a wooden plank. Heh...nah. Even that would’ve been softer.

But now the tables have turned. Oh yes. Now he was the one in control. He was the ring leader for a one man circus. He swore that day that what they all did to him and the others would come back around to bite them. That time was now. It was now and he had full command.

Shrinking them had been easy. All it took was a few drops in their drink. A few small drops of a colorless, odorless, tasteless syrup to knock them out. A few small drops to render them helpless. At his mercy or lack-there-of.

He had dreamed of this day since seemingly forever. The first night here. The first real day at work. The day the price went up. It started at different times for different people but the dream to finally teach them how he felt all that time never wavered. Show them how small he felt. How it was to fear for your life.

Now he had his chance.

He hid behind the closed door, waiting for any sign of movement. Of them being awake. His eyes adjusted to the dim lighting around an hour or so ago, meaning spotting the five squirming tinies should be a breeze. Taking a deep breath, he waited. He waited and waited and waited.

Then the little voices came. One right after another. Each guessing who the last familiar voice belonged to. It was so funny. They all seemed scared. Some more obvious then others, yes, but scared. They were legitimately frightened. Frightened of something he did. Ha! About time! And if they were scared now....boy oh boy was this about to get a lot more interesting.

Light flooded the room as he pushed open the door, staying out of view of the five tinies. He was going to mess with their heads a bit before he did anything else. It was all he could think of at the moment anyway. How else could he mess with them while not doing anything all that bad? Eh, he’d think of something later.

For a moment, they felt blind. As a dim but blinding light filled the room they noticed a few things. For instance, how giant the stones that made up the ground seemed, or how huge that door was, or the....the seemingly giant chair in the hall- what in the word?

“Who are you? Why have you brought us here? Show yourself!” Wiesel yells into the open doorway. Something felt wrong. Something felt off now. Something didn’t feel.....normal.

Smirking, he walks out into the doorway. To them he might just look like a silhouette. A giant shadowy figure standing in the doorway. To him? Seeing his shadow cast over their small, shaking bodies was perfect in every way shape or form. ”Well hello there, fellas. Miss me?”

Their blood ran cold, hearts dropping to their shoes as a seemingly giant figure walks into view. At first it’s just a shadowy outline, no features present, but as time drags on more features fall into place. Messy hear, dirty shirt and vest, and a crooked smile that sat slightly offset on his face. Jack motherfucking Kelly. Of all damn people. All people, and it had to be Jack.

“What in the hell did you do, Kelly?!” Snyder snaps, trying to move and lunge at the boy only to remember he was bound. Oh fuck.

“And I don’t even get a hello back. Why ain’t I surprised, spider?” Jack huffs with a sigh as he paces forward. His footsteps echo in the room, each one louder and louder as he stalks closer to the circle of tinies on the ground. “See, I didn’t even have t’do that much. Just slipped a little bit of something a friend mixed up for me in yer drinks, waited, and then BAM!” He punctuates his word with a stomp directly in front of the tiny who had asked. A stomp that shakes them to their cores. “Yer all out cold and can fit one at a time in my hand~”

A shiver runs up Oscar’s spine as he recovers from the sheer force and volume of the stomp. So the room wasn’t big but rather...they were really small. Shit. That spelt out trouble. No....that could very well spell out death for them if they aren’t careful. Dear god...

“Jack, why in the world are you doing this? The strike is over, we had a deal, and all your little friends are safe,” Pulitzer starts, looking up at the boy with the calmest expression he could manage. In a time like this? That was rough. “What reason could you have for shrinking and tying us up?”

Jack looked to him. For a second his expression ran blank. Nothing. No smile, no emotion, just a stare. Then it slowly morphed back to his usual face as a sharp high laugh rang though the air. “Oh Joe, yer hilarious. See, yes th’ strike an’ all that is done, but th’ tramua ain’t. Oh no. That’s gonna fuck wit’ my brain for a good while. An see, it only seemed fair that I repay the favor.”

Morris opens his mouth to speak, unsure exactly of what Jack means only to be met with a hand slamming down what feels only inches from him. Inches more likely something like centimeters seeing as he was only a few inches in height to begin with. He yelps, whimpering a little when Jack sits down in front of them. That....that was terrifying. He loomed over them like the giant he was with that sick smile, showing off teeth that might as well have been daggers and eyes hiding undertones of something sinister.

“Hush, Morris. I wasn’t done,” Jack growls, shifting to sit in front of the group. “You see, thought most of my life so far you five have put me through real tramua. Betrayal, hate, physical beatings, etc etc. Now I’m near not as horrible as the likes o’ some of ya so I’m gonna be nice. Just a nice, calm chat. Sound good?”

“Why in the world should we listen to someone like you, Kelly?!” Snyder shouts, trying to fight his bindings again. They can get out of this, right? Get out and get help? They could do that.

“Because I can squish you like the bug you are, spider. Is I gonna have ta keep remindin’ ya?” Jack spits back, looking over the group. Heh. A group of people who have caused he and his friends so much harm. About time it caught up with them. About time indeed. “Isn’t this funny? You all have hurt me and my friends in some way. Ya made us feel so small, sometimes even fearin’ fer our lives, and now look at ya. Five inches tall and at the mercy of the boy who managed to help run a strike that took you all down. Pretty funny, yeah?”

There’s nothing from the tinies. They just stare. Stare at the Newsie like he’s insane. Like he’s some psychopath about to brutally murder them. He most likely wouldn’t, but it sure felt like it was guaranteed. It felt like their lives would end here and now. Sweet Jesus...

“Nothin?” The seemingly giant teen asks, an unamused expression painting his face as he adjusts his hat. “Geez, I thought you all would have had more t’say if I-“

A low rumbling growl rings though the air, cutting him off flawlessly. One of his hands comes up to lay over his grumbling stomach, cheeks dusting red.

“Ah, Sorry. Missed....dinn....er.....” He finds his speech trailing off as his eyes locked on the group. They all looked pretty....good. Almost delicious. Five little treats that could fill him up with ease. Didn’t Davey and Spot say that that syrup made them immune to acids and such? Maybe...oh this was too good. “Mm, second thought, I was just getting supper~”

A shiver over took the bothers’ spines, relaying to the others around them. Oh god. What was that look for? Why was he looking at them like they were- oh dear lord no. Immediately they begin to squirm against their bindings, fighting the best the can. No. No. They couldn’t be-

Jack watches as the two begin to squirm. “Mm....figure something out, did you two?” He teases, tone slightly evil as he picks them up by the backs of thir clothing. His stomach growls hungerly as he looks them over. They looked more and more delicious with ever second~ Oh yes. This would be so much better then leaving them in the cellar for the night.

“What in the hell are you talking about, Kelly?” Wiesel asks as he watches his nephews be lifted by the collars of their shirts. What was the pest of a kid doing?!

“Hmm....clearly the smarts don’t run in the family,” Jack grumbles as he looks over the two. Who shall go first? Oscar looked frozen. Morris was physically shaking....Morris it was. “Here, lemme show ya.”

With a grin and a flick of his wrist he sends Morris flying into his open maw.

The others on the floor and Oscar in his hand sat frozen in pure terror as Jack’s teeth snapped shut, sealing Morris in behind that sickening grin. Dear god, what was the kid doing?!

A scream tore from Morris’s throat as he was sent into the air. Following it came multiple pleas and begs for the boy to stop and spit him out. He was pushed around, flipped, and licked over constantly by the disgustingly wet and warm muscle that was Jack’s tongue as hot waves of his breath washed over him from below. Just when the thought it couldn’t get worse, he felt his world start to move and Gravity begin to pull him the opposite way that he wanted to go. Scrambling for anything to grab onto, he cried out as his legs, then torso, and finally his head were sucked into the dark, hot, fleshy tunnel with only a few quick gulps.

Jack made sure to make quiet the show of him swallowing the writhing body of the small Morris. With a final, slick swallow he sent the squirming bulge down past his throat and collarbone, past his heart and lungs, and into his stomach to be met with a gurgle. Licking his lips, he grinned. “Heh. Not all that bad. I wonder....” he trailed off again, gaze slowly shifting to Oscar as his grin turned sinister. “...if his brother is the same?”

One unceremonious flick later and into his mouth went the second brother. He pushed and prodded at the squirming body with his tongue as the others watched in mixes of horror and disgust. Jack had just swallowed a-

Gulp.

-make that two whole human beings, whole and alive mind you, and didn’t even seem phased! Hell, he seemed to enjoy it! That was- god that was sick. And now the two young boys with futures were going to melt away as nothing more then a meal in his stomach. Downright psychotic. 

“Y-You....you monster....” Wiesel found himself stuttering as he watched the squirming bulge that was his other nephew disappear behind Jack’s chest. He could feel his body shake as he stared up, knowing exactly why the pleased gurgle from Jack’s stomach sounded. God, those poor kids-

“Me? A monster?” Jack asks with a little eyebrow raise. He couldn’t lie, he was already starting to feel rather full. However, he wasn’t going to let a meal like this go to waste. No sir. A sharp, high, bark of a laugh rings from his throat as he picks up the shaking adult. “Oh no. I’m simply a hungry kid who ain’t gonna pass up on a good meal~”

Flick. Splat.

The moment Oscar and Morris had landed in Jack’s stomach they began to fight back. Squirming every which way, trying to find a way out of the cramped, hot, wet, churning organ before it was too late. Their current thought process had led to the idea to try and make Jack sick. That lead to the squirming. Having something moving in your stomach can’t feel all that good, right?

With a small final gulp down Wiesel went. His stomach pressed against his vest in a comfortable fashion, making him constantly aware of how plesently full he was. Already this had to be the most filled his stomach has ever been, but he knew he was going to push those limits. He was ready for it. He wasn’t going to stop until all five were down and tucked away either.

Licking his lips and patting his squished belly he looks down to the two still tied up. “Mm....well, that was certainly one hell of a first course. So filling too. I wonder if I’ll even be able to fit you both?” He rambles, a hand rubbing circles against his squirming meal. “I guess there’s really one way to find out~”

Despite how they tried to squirm out of the way, Jack was faster. He pinched the backs of both their shirts, hoisting them into the air as he laid back on the cold stone floor. His tongue snaked over his lips as he looked at the squirming tinies about two feet above his face. So funny.

Unable to move their arms, the two in his hands kicked as hard as they could. No. Nonono. They could NOT go down like this! Not by the hands, or in this case stomach, of some teen boy who defied both of them. “Kelly, Don’t you DARE!!”

“Oh? And who’s stopping me, spider. I know fer sure it ain’t you or Joe. Highly doubt it’s the Delanceys or Weasel either. Hell, just for that I think you’ll go down first. Let’s see if you can actually stop me~” With the shit eating grin he’d learned to wear so well, Jack opens his mouth wide under the writhing tiny and with a simple movement of a single finger allows him to drop down....down.....down.......

Gulp!

He can’t help but swallow in suprise when the small body goes a bit further in then he intended. Forcing the rest of his prey’s squirming body down with a more violent swallow, he sighs. “Well now that went quick,” he mumbles, gaze trailing to the final tiny.

“Well look at where we is now, Joe...you shrunk, danglin’ over my maw. Bet’cha didn’t expect this one when we talked durin’ th’ strike,” Jack teases, fake dropping Pulitzer for a moment before hoisting him right back up.

Joseph couldn’t help but yelp as he was moved down like he was dropped only to be yanked right back up. Jesus! What was this kid on?! “Mr. Kelly. Consider this! Everything’s settled and-“

“Save ya breath, Joe. You ain’t gettin’ out of this,” Jack groans with a small eye roll. He thought that was obvious. “Here, hold still.” Lowering the tiny, he pinched the bindings of thread that held his wrists between his fangs of k-9’s and pulled. The satisfying little snap along with the yelp he heard from the man in his hand was enough to make him chuckle. “There. Now ya can help th’ others get their’s off. Squirm more too~”

Raising his arm again Jack opened his mouth. His tongue hung out over his lip as they twitched into some unhinged, open mouthed grin. Joseph didn’t even have long to look at it before he was plummeting down into the carvern, past Jack’s teeth and tongue, the uvula hitting his face for a brief second. All of it then disappeard to be replaced with the hot, wet, tight confines of the teen’s throat with only two violent, strong swallows from the boy that now surrounded him.

As Jack’s fingers trailed down with the bulge in his throat the teen sighs. That....oh boy was that something. Hearing a finally content gurgle from his belly he smiles. That’s when something rises in his chest. Hitting a fist to his chest he lets out a small belch, followed quickly by a hiccup. “Mmmm....now that’s what I call a -hic!- meal~”

The leader of Manhattan shifts on his back, favoring to move to his side as he unbuttons his vest. With the pressure gone the roundness is more apparent, including any struggle that was hard enough to make a little mini bulge appear for a moment. Humming, tone more then a bit pleased, he gently kneads at his descended middle. “W-Wow. Ya...whew....ya really -hic!- filled me up. I thinks...h-Heh....this has gotta be the most -hic!- full I’ve been in ages. Scratch that. This’s the -his!- fullest I’s has ever been,” He breathed out.

The five in his stomach continue to fight. They yell pleas or insults that get lost under the layers of flesh and fabric. The lack of the buttoned vest makes it a little more breathable, but not much. It’s still cramped, it’s still hot as hell, and it’s still wet. The room gurgles around them, churning as they fight. This...this can’t be the end, right? If can’t just end like that.

Right?

For a minute Jack is able to forget where he is. It was like he wasn’t in a cellar where he was once held in the god forsaken Refuge that managed to truely scare him. Like he wasn’t on cold stone floors in a room that goes pitch black when the door shuts. Like he was in his bed at the lodge instead, or curled up with Davey. Not here. A light draft snaps him out of it. Out of his mini fantasy. Right. Can’t stay here. The bulls’ll be back tomorrow to keep investigating and he can’t leave them to find him here.

Groaning, he forces himself to a sitting position with arms that have never felt so weak. The struggling felt so good, but he had to ignore it. He had to get somewhere safer. Shoving himself to his feet, supported by legs made of jello and a cold stone wall, he huffs. “J-Jesus. You’s.....you all’s is heavy. Whew. This is -hic!- gonna be a c-challenge...” he mumble to the group in his stomach as he readies himself for the trip ahead.

An arm wraps around the underside of his decended stomach, the other either on his hip of against a wall for balance as he stumbles out the door. Off goes the light as he works his way up the stairs and out the door. Undetected. Perfect. Feeling his stomach grumble and gurgle around his more then filling meal, he breaths a small laugh. The hiccups continue as he sluggishly makes his way through the streets of the sleeping New York. God, this was a pain.

Things only got worse when he got to the ladder.

The world shifts and sways for the five in his stomach as the boy stumbles through town. They continue to fight, any sound from the organ around them striking the cold blade of fear through their hearts. No digestion yet but they weren’t about to take a chance. Suddenly, everything pitched backwards and they were send squishing against each other and what they had to guess to be the boy’s spine. Still they fought. They fought and they yelled.

If they thought they were making him sick then they were so horribly mistaken. Each squirm, kick, or punch pulled him closer to the land of sleep. His eyelids hung close to shut as he stumbled his way onto and across the roof of the lodging house. There was Crutchie, fast asleep in his usual place in his “penthouse.” It was good to know some things never changed.

Working his way down to a laying down position was difficult to say the least. They didn’t cooperate and it was taking a lot to get used to the new weight in his gut. Was....was this what it was like to be pregnant? Ok, that’s a whole new level of respect for women from him. He couldn’t even imagine another day with weight like this, much less 9 months! Yanking a blanket over himself, he snuggles down.

“Mmm....I think I’m gonna -hic!- take a lil’ nap....bette’a get comfy, ya five. Might -hic!- be a while before I’s is awake and you sees the light o’ day....” he mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into his pillow in a way he knew made his head sit just right.

The kicking and fighting picks up and hard. They fight the walls and body of the boy holding them captive with all they have while yelling for him to let them out. Some are more furious then others. Some more frightened. It was so....this place could easily be deadly to things and people in their situation, and that? That they feared would become a reality all too soon.

It doesn’t take long for Jack to be pulled off into the land of sleep while snores start to ring from his unconscious body. This situation, this night....it couldn’t have gone better. He got his revenge, was full beyond compare, and was getting the best sleep of his life before he’d have to go out and sell. As he slept the rest of the night away he smiled. Nothing seemed to be able to ruin this.

“....a.....ck...?”

Nothing could go wrong.

“.Ja.....k....”

Nothing could turn this on his head.

“....ack...!”

At least that’s what he thought. He had fallen asleep with that mindset, forgetting a rather important question...

“JACK! Wake up! What in th’ hell happend t’ya??”

How in the hell was he going to explain this to the others?

[indigomez]

Second time’s a charm

A/N: This was requested! Lmao there’s so many soft boy peter smut in my inbox it’s honestly fucking hilarious.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader! 

Genre: Fluffy and smutty ;)

Warnings: None, other than soft! Peter parker sex. ;))))))

Summary: You and your boyfriend have been dating for three years, now being seniors, you two decided to try something new, so here’s your second try :)

It was a late night in Queens on a Saturday night. Peter said he had Avengers things to take care of since Tuesday this week, but not anything out of the norm. You’d only see him in school or during Spiderman duty,

But tonight it was pretty lonely, your parents were gone for two weeks because of your mother’s popular new book she just published, and along with your father being the Ceo of the new school’s tech division board, they were pretty busy. Leaving you alone in your city high rise apartment.

You tried calling Peter but he never answered, only texting you by the time you’ve fallen asleep. But tonight you were stumped by writing this essay, over the stupidest shit to man you just sat there at your desk with your laptop mocking you, the flashing of the typing bar screamed just fucking type something but nothing came to mind.

You groaned, rubbing your face when you felt a light tap at the window, turning your head, you saw the familiar red and blue spandex suit. Smiling like a whole idiot you ran towards your window, quickly sliding it open. Smiling wider as he climbed through your window with a grunt, placing the large plastic back on the floor before cupping your face in his hands, 

He was quick to lock his lips with yours, he missed holding you, your warmth, the taste of your lips was always something familiar to him, you moved some of your desk nicknacks aside as he pushed you backward, you quickly hopped onto your desk, not losing the connection of your lips on his, he stood in between your thighs, running his hands up and down your curvaceous body.

“Oh god, I missed you so much.” He whispered against your lips, smiling as he slowly pulled away, you looked into his warm chocolate eyes. “ I missed you too love...” He smiled and pecked your lips one last time before walking away, you quickly hopped off the desk. “So, how you been?” 

“Good, Mr. Stark wanted me to do some training and run some tests.” You hummed, as he sent one last text to may before placing his phone on your nightstand. “Have any plans tonight? You know that new lego’s movie came out-” 

“Uh, I was actually thinking... We do something else.” Peter muttered, turning towards you with a heavy blush on his cheeks. “Oh, well. What did you have in mind.” You asked, Peter fiddled with his fingers, not daring to stare at you. You were dressed in an ‘ I survived my trip to NYC’ shirt and your favorite soft lace panties. You smelled sweet and citrus, your watermelon and mint body wash along with the cocoa butter lotion made his mind go haywire.

“Uh... Uh- are your parents, home?” He asked, you nodded your head no. “They're gone for two weeks.” His eyes bulged out of his head, his head popped up as he looked at you. “Really?” 

“Yeah, for two whole weeks, and remember. Schools out this week because of property damage.” You laughed, the blush on his cheeks softened as he laughed, remembering what happened. “So, we- we have the world to ourselves huh?”

“We sure do, so. What did you have in mind?” You smiled, walking up to him as he instantly put his hands on your hips. “I-I dunno-”

“Well, I was thinking. Since you know we have nothing to do. My parents are gone, there’s no school.” You rambled on, your fingertips tracing the intricate design on his suit. “We can, try again.” You looked up at him, pressing the spider pendant on his chest, his suit falling off of his shoulders as his eyes stared at your every move. Your eyes watched as you pushed his suit off of his beautifully toned body.

“Fuck,” You whispered, looking back into his eyes as he stared back at you. You cupped his face, placing a sensual kiss on his lips before kissing his jaw, then down his neck. He shuttered by the warmth of your lips against his skin, moaning at the feel of you biting on his ear and your hands roaming his upper body.

“Y-Y/N” He muttered, his hands snaking his way up your back. You moved back, staring as his god-given abs before looking back up at him. “This isn’t fair.” You chuckled as you lifted the hem of your shirt, throwing it onto your dresser as his eyes never left your chest. “Sheesh Peter, never seen tits before? We were in the same health class.” You laughed, throwing your arm around your chest to cover up, but he was quick to hold onto your wrist, locking his eyes on your beautiful chest,

“No... there just...” He muttered, walking closer to you. He put his hands behind your thighs, lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. His lips lock on yours as he walks over towards your bed, sitting you down on his lap. His hands were excited to hold your soft breasts, “P-Peter wait-”

He stopped all movements, looking up at you with his wide puppy dog eyes. Afraid out of his mind that he hurt you. “Let me get the box-” He laughed in relief as you hopped off his lap and towards your closet. Smiling as your ass bounced with every step you took. Good god, he was so lucky.

When you came back with the familiar pink wooden box in hand, you tossed it to the side of you and Peter as you sat in his lap and opened the box. The familiar red tint staining your cheeks as you saw the packets of unopened condoms.

“Uh, uh- um, which one? Are you.” You stuttered, turning the box towards him, he chuckled. Grabbing the Trojan Bareskin packet from the variety of different condoms from the box, Damn, did condoms always look this weird?

“Pete?” He looked up at you, you slightly shifted, getting comfortable on his lap. “Are you nervous?” You muttered, your heart pounding against your chest as you looked into his soft warm eyes. He smiled, kissing the tip of your nose. “Of course I am, this is my first time, our first time. But don’t be scared to tell me if something hurts, please.” You nodded, smiling back at him as you pushed him onto his back.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He panted, his heart racing and banging against his ears as he looked at your face, sweat coated your face as you opened your eyes, nodding with anticipation. “Yes Peter, please... Do you wanna-”

“You already know, just making sure.” He huffed, looking down between your bodies, as he aligned himself against your core, you shuddered by the feel of him against you, you smiled. Biting your lip as you try to keep your composure.

“Okay... okay.” Peter whispered to himself, giving you one last look of reassurance. Giving him a quick nod, he slowly pushed in. His hands gripping the sheets tightly as you both moaned at the new feeling. “Ohh, fuck.” He hissed, moving in deeper slowly, it was driving you crazy.

“Peter.” You sighed, grabbing onto his damp shoulders, “huh- yeah?” 

“Move, please move.” He started off at a decent speed, your whole body relaxed as you let out a soft moan. “F-Faster- Fuck!” He knew at this point he had to be doing something right, he could see the goosebumps on your skin, your nipples on your breast hardened under his fingertips, he could feel your chest hum with each moan. Your back arched off the bed as you scratched onto his shoulders, he hissed at the feeling of your nails digging into his bare skin. And good god did he love it.

“Y/N... I’m so close.” He whispered into your ear, his hips becoming jagged with every thrust, he placed his head into your neck, kissing, licking, and biting your neck and earlobe as you were already on edge. You grabbed on to his hair, your fingers getting tangled into his messy brown curls.

“Peter- “ You felt the roughest wave of orgasm you’ve ever felt. Stamping your eyes shut as you grided your clit against him as he continued thrusting into you, it was body shaking, like the first time you’ve ever given yourself an orgasm. This one felt straight groundbreaking, your core shook as you cried out his name, 

Peter soon came too, as you were slowly riding out your high. He moaned your name as he held onto your hips, riding out his orgasm as you rubbed your swollen clit. “Fuck, fuck!!” He cried, his thrust growing sloppy as he rode out his high, with one final thrust, he let out a huge moan. His body collapsed onto you as you held him in your arms. Catching your breaths you both laid there in peace, letting your fan cool off your sweaty bodies. 

“T...That was, amazing.” He muttered against your chest, slowly rolling off of you and pulling out, before sitting his head on the pillow next to you. You turned to your side facing him, smiling at his red face. “It was, second times a charm right?” He chuckled, pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead. 

“I’m glad we did this, I’m glad my first time was with you.” You looked up at him, almost tearing up at the sincerity in this kids eyes. “I feel the same way, I wouldn’t change it for the world.” Kissing his jaw, he hugged you tighter, “Hey, you think I’m gonna become Spider-Woman?”

“What on Earth makes you think that?” He laughed, “I mean, you got bit by the spider, and that gave you powers. And we had sex-”

“Y/N, that is not the same thing.” He chuckled, you leaned on your elbows, facing him as his arm still held you. “Yeah, but wouldn’t it be fun? Us fighting crime together? Spiderman and Spider-Woman, common you can’t beat that!” He laughed at your enthusiasm, the light in your eyes glistened as you rambled on, he cupped your face before planting a large kiss on your lips, pulling back with a ‘muah!’  

“I’d hate for you to get hurt.” He muttered, his smile falling a little at the thought. It was your turn to cup his face, smushing his cheeks together. “I understand, but if I do end up getting powers, or anything. I’d still help you with anything, even fighting Mr. Criminal.” 

He gushed, wrapping his arms around your waist, rolling you under him as he slathered you in kisses. “Peter! That tickles!! C-come on, let’s shower. Then we can watch a movie.” He nodded, helping you up out of bed, letting you go into the bathroom first, smirking giving you a nice slap on your left cheek. “Or how about round two?” Smiling at him with a cocked eyebrow, you giggled. 

“You got a deal.”

[girls-scenarios]

ooooo!!! Can I get List 1 #16 (under...Group I think?) with Dreamcatcher (the reader can also be present, but that's up to you!)

Dreamcatcher / Halloween Prompts

16. “I told you guys this Ouija Board wasn’t a good idea.”

Admin Kiwi

Warnings: This is the first not-lighthearted prompt of the bunch, so it’s a horror au. No happy ending. I don’t want to spoil anything, but don’t read if you usually can’t handle gore or horror. Just a warning for those who don’t want to read something heavy.

“I’m not sure about this.” Dami wrapped her arms around herself as she watched the girls clear the table. The night had been fun so far. They’d watched horror movies, ate lots of sweets and popcorn, and played a few of the games Siyeon had in her closet. But now, as Jiu laid out the all-too-familiar board, the night was taking a turn. In Dami’s opinion, it was for the worse.

“Oh, don’t worry so much,” Jiu said as she set up the game. “It’ll be fun!”

“Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?” Siyeon asked, shrugging her shoulders. “I played it once with Sua when we first got it and nothing happened.”

“Didn’t we just watch a couple movies about exactly what could happen?” Dami pointed at the TV, looking around at the other girls. Why was she the only one concerned? “Come on, is no one else a little worried?”

“I guess you have a point,” Gahyeon said, glancing down at the board. “Are there rules that can keep us safe while playing?”

“Of course, here’s the rule book,” Sua said, holding up a little white book.

“Or we could stay safe by not playing at all.”

“Seriously Dami, it’s just a game. Siyeon and I didn’t get any movement at all when we played.”

“Wasn’t that at your old place?” Yoohyeon asked as she came in from the kitchen, taking a sip of her water. “So you haven’t done it here, right?”

“Yeah, but why would it be any different here?”

“This place could have ghosts or something, I don’t know.” Dami shivered, shaking her head. “I don’t like it.”

“How about this,” Jiu looked up from the game, giving Dami a little smile. “If something begins to happen, we’ll pack up and finish the game.”

Handong raised her eyebrows, speaking up for the first time. “Wouldn’t it be too late th-.”

“Nothing will happen, come on, let’s just play.” Siyeon was adamant as she sat down at the table, and Sua joined her, nodding her head excitedly.

“Come on, Dami. It’ll be fine. It’s Halloween! We have to do something like this!”

The rest of the girls joined the table, laughing and chattering, until there was only one chair left. Sighing, Dami looked back at the TV and joined the table, a shudder going through her as soon as she sat down. She had a really bad feeling about this….

-

The game started out innocent enough, with each of the girls spelling their own names as they introduced themselves to whatever spirits were in the house. But then, as soon as Jiu asked the first question (”who’s here?”), the planchette began to move.

“Okay, who’s moving it?” Gahyeon asked, her voice shaking slightly. Dami was already beginning to feel faint.

“Not me,” chorused the other girls, and Jiu turned to Siyeon, raising her eyebrows.

“Are you trying to scare us, Siyeon?”

“No, I swear it’s not me!”

“Didn’t you say that it didn’t move last time?” Yoohyeon also seemed a little freaked out, her eyes wide, following each move.

“It didn’t,” Sua whispered. “Look, it spelled out ‘A R A N A.’ What does that mean?”

“Is that your name?” Jiu asked loudly.

“Can we stop? We seriously shouldn’t have done this.” Dami’s face was white, her stomach twisting into knots as the planchette once again started to move. “You said-.”

“We can’t stop now!” Siyeon leaned forward. “I want to know who we’re talking to!”

The planchette moved slowly, first to yes, then back to the letters. I AM ARANA.

“Hello then, Arana? I’m Jiu, and these are my friends. Can we ask you some more questions?”

YES.

“This is absolutely nuts.” Sua’s eyes were huge, and she looked excited rather than horrified. Dami wondered if her friends had gone insane, but no matter how much she wished to pull away, she couldn’t make herself take her hands off the planchette. “I have a question. How old are you?”

FOREVER.

“That’s a weird answer. Forever?” Sua frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Are we talking to some sort of demon?” Handong, somehow, didn’t seem phased as she spoke. “A demon would have been around forever, right?”

“Don’t say that!” Yoohyeon shook her head violently. “I don’t even want to think about that!”

“Guys, I might get sick,” squeaked Gahyeon, her face just as white as Dami’s.

Jiu seemed concerned, turning to look at the youngest girl, but Siyeon continued the game. “How long have you been here?”

FOREVER.

“There it is again,” Sua sighed, but Siyeon elbowed her.

“Wait, it’s saying something else!”

ATTACHED.

“Oh, maybe they’re stuck here, that makes sense,” Siyeon said. “Arana, can you leave?”

NO.

“Huh, that’s kind of sad.”

“Please don’t go feeling bad for demons, Siyeon.” Yoohyeon gave her an intense glare.

“We don’t know that it’s a demon!”

“Can we please stop now?”

“Dami, hush!” Siyeon concentrated back on the board in front of her. “Hey, are you a man or a woman?”

WOMAN. As the planchette moved, Dami felt a chill throughout her entire body. As if something had just passed through her. Feeling faint, she leaned against Yoohyeon, who let out a whimper.

“I’m going to have to agree with Dami, we should stop.”

“We can’t just leave her trapped!”

“Siyeon,” Handong spoke slowly. “There might be a reason she’s trapped.”

The planchette moved again. RELEASE.

“Well I want to release her.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jiu said, “Gahyeon looks really sick, maybe we should-.”

“Oh my god, it’s moving!” Sua yelled, making everyone other than Gahyeon jump. The youngest didn’t move, her eyes closed and her face sickly pale, her head on Jiu’s shoulder. As slow as usual, the planchette made an eight on the board. Then, speeding up, it went to ten. Then nine. Then eight.

“This happened in that movie before they were attacked,” Yoohyeon said, on the verge of tears, “we have to stop it before-.” She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Her hands flew off the planchette and she let out a scream as her body flew backwards, slamming against the wall. Also screaming, the girls watched in horror as she went. Her head hit the wall with a sickening ‘crack’ and she fell to the ground, body limp.

“Yoohyeon!”

“What the hell?”

At that exact moment, Gahyeon’s head fell forward and vomited, causing Handong and Dami to jump from their seats, pulling their hands away from the game. Jiu grabbed Gahyeon’s shoulders, pulling her up before she fell into her own puke.

“Close the game, close the game, close the game,” she yelled as she moved the youngest away from the table, shaking her shoulders. “Siyeon, seriously, close the fucking game!”

“I don’t remember how!”

“The instructions, they’re-.” The lights flickered off, leaving them screaming again. Someone let out a shrill shriek and there was a loud thump. One of the lamps buzzed back to life, letting off just enough light for them to see Sua laid out under the table, her eyes wide in terror and her body still, mouth still open mid-scream. Around her neck, a raw, red line.

Dami was crying, as was Jiu, who was holding Gahyeon close to her chest, trying to protect her from whatever it was in the room. The youngest girl was grey, and didn’t seem to be breathing. Siyeon seemed to be in shock, hands covered in vomit as she held the planchette in her hands, moving over and over to “goodbye.” Handong stood still, staring at the corner of the room.

“She’s there,” she said, voice soft, like she was having a dream.

“Who?” Jiu turned to look over her shoulder, her entire body shaking. The room was too dark to make out anything other than shadows outside the small area illuminated by the lamp, but there seemed to be something there. Something hulking in the black corner.

“She has eight legs. Why does she have eight legs?”

“Handong, snap out of it!” Dami shook her shoulders, refusing to look at the corner. “Come on, we have to get out of here!”

“We can’t.” Slowly, the older girl smiled. “We’re trapped. Aren’t we? Spider?”

YES

“T-the thing. It-It just moved to yes on its own,” whimpered Siyeon pushing back from the table. “It won’t let me close the game.”

“Spider?” Jiu stared at Handong. “What do you mean, spider?”

“Araña means spider. Did you not know?” That was not her voice. Dami immediately jumped away, cowering in fear. It was wispy and light, and as she spoke, Handong craned her neck to the side, further and further and further, until Dami was sure it should have snapped. “The spider always gets her prey….”

At her words, she fell to the ground and Gahyeon’s eyes snapped open. Except they weren’t Gahyeon’s eyes. These eyes were completely black.

“Jiu, let Gahyeon go, now!”

“What?” The oldest girl looked down, but Dami hadn’t warned her quick enough. Gahyeon’s grey hand came up, claws where her fingernails had been. Jiu pushed her away, letting out a scream, the other grey hand clamped onto Jiu’s arm and prevented her from going anywhere as the claws dug into her throat, turning her terrified scream into a gurgle.

Then it was all over, and Siyeon screamed, tumbling out of her chair, knocked out of her shocked trance by the blood now covering her face. Dami turned and threw up, choking on her sobs. Jiu’s body was now slumped back in her chair, unrecognizable from the neck up. Not-Gahyeon, now covered in blood, stood to her feet, watching as the two remaining girls ran, trying to get away.

Siyeon, not knowing where else to ran, stumbled to her bedroom, desperately wiping at her face to try and get the blood off. Her tears stung against her skin and she searched for her cellphone. How many of her friends had she just watched die? She had to call someone. She had to get out of this house. She had to get help.

“Little one.” A wispy voice echoed in the room, and she froze, heart sinking. She didn’t want to turn around, but her body moved on its own, forcing her to look.

In the doorway was Dami. Except she was turned around, facing out towards the living room. Stumbling back towards the wall, Siyeon grasped at the ground, trying to find something she could use as a weapon. “Dami? I-is that you?” A laugh that wasn’t Dami’s came from Dami’s body.

And an eye opened on the back of her head.

Siyeon let out a shrill scream as seven more eyes opened, black orbs covering the back of Dami’s head. Dami’s body then bent back, head craned impossibly far forward, shoulders and elbows popping out of socket and bending backwards as she touched the ground and skittered closer on all four limbs. Still screaming, Siyeon threw a nearby book, trying to slow whatever was in Dami’s body down and looking around for any way to escape. But the book just bounced off, and in that moment, the eight eyes were only inches from Siyeon’s face.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she cowered into the corner, unable to breathe or get away from the eyes. Then, Dami’s head finally moved to face her. Where Dami’s eyes had been were two bloody holes, and blood covered her face as not-Dami smiled slowly, tilting her head.

“I told you guys this Ouija Board wasn’t a good idea. Didn’t I?” For a moment, it sounded like Dami’s voice. Then the smile split her face in two, and Siyeon screamed for the last time before eight hands covered her face and tightened around her neck, smothering out her cries for help.

A final thump. Then the house was silent, save for the scratching of the planchette on the board.

THANK YOU.

[dingdonghun]

Ghost stories!

So since @killjoy-loveit and @fangirlingandprocrastinating wanted to hear the ghost stories/experiences I have had... I will eggsplain the ones I can remember! I will start with the small quick ones first and go to the most intense one last.

1.) When my momma and I finally got our own house, which was very difficult since she was a single mother at the time, (owning your own house as a single mother at the time was unheard of), it was haunted when we moved in, but the ghosts didn’t seem to mind us! We would always hear loud cracks and footsteps in the attic at night, see lights that came from nowhere in the hallway, stuff like that, but they never tried to scare us. We kind of just lived in the same space together. When we moved out, our roommate still stayed until he had to get kicked out, and he said once we left, the activity got REALLY loud and bad all of the time. He said he thinks that they didn’t like that we left. I still feel sad about that.

2.) One time I brought home a little colored electric disco ball from an antique store, and brought home a little ghost girl with it. She was kind of a sad energy, honestly. I felt her around often. One time my mom asked me to get something out of my bedroom, in the middle of the day, keep in mind. So I went to my bedroom and the moment I walked through the door, there was a little sigh RIGHT in my left ear. I froze, then turned around and sprinted back to my mom in panic. I felt bad for reacting that way so I went back to my room immediately after and apologized for my reaction, and asked her not to do things like that because I startle easily. She didn’t after that. We couldn’t get her to move on, so I eventually got rid of the disco ball.

3.) We used to live in a house that people said had a “portal” in it. If you know what that is, it’s basically a portal to the “other side”, which means there is A LOT of activity in the house, ghosts constantly coming and going, and not always GOOD ones. The house was so dark, light really didn’t get into it. It was weird. When I was in the bath (I was only like 10) I always felt something watching me from the connecting door to the master bedroom of the guy who owned the house. (He was never there.) One time my mom and I had a huge fight and went to bed angry. I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a HUGE spider web connecting from wall to wall inches in front of my face, with a regular sized spider in the middle. Keep in mind, I have aracnophobia, and at the time, the lights in the room were off, it was PITCH BLACK, but I could see every detail of that web and spider as if the lights were on. I ducked underneath it and ran to my mom crying. She came in and turned on the light and nothing was there. In the same house at a different time, I also saw a daddy long leg spin down from a web directly in front of my face as I was following mom through the garage door. Daddy long legs cannot produce silk or web. So that was literally impossible. And when mom heard me yell and came back, it wasn’t there anymore. That house was a fucking nightmare lmao

4.) This one is the most intense one, as far as I can remember. A client we used to work for had a beach house. She let us stay there during the summer for free and we brought some friends most times. It was a really old beach house, and the children’s room had a bunk bed and cool toys. It also had a ouija board on the wall that nobody wanted to touch. Also when you opened the little toy closet, it felt like something awful was rushing out and straight through you. The very first time we used the beach house, I slept in the top bunk of the kids room. I woke up in the middle of the night frozen in fear, and I had no idea why. I looked out the window and there was a HUGE ball of solid light (no it wasn’t the moon, there was a building next to us blocking off the entire view of the sky) and it just... FELT... listen this part is personal and I don’t want to share it in front of all of my followers so I will keep it to myself, but anyways it felt like it was telling me to get out of the room RIGHT NOW. Like there was an urgency to it. So I literally jumped off the top bunk and hit the floor and ran to my mom.

After that, we went into the room and said we won’t come into that space anymore and to please leave us be. Every time we stayed after that, I slept on the fold out couch in front of the windows facing the sea. I liked it much better. But unfortunately, One time we were there, my mom brought her friend, and her friend brought her whole damn family, so her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend slept in the bunk beds, where we promised not to go. The next morning I was sitting on the couch playing my ps2 while everyone else was eating breakfast, because I am an antisocial little shit, and all of the sudden everyone started yelling and then began to rush out of the house. Mom grabbed me and dragged me out too. Later she told me they were talking about the ghosts in the house. The girl and her boyfriend didn’t believe in ghosts, and the boy was mocking them. Saying “If there is really ghosts in this house why don’t they prove it” and immediately after that, he felt a huge scratch on his back, and they pulled his shirt up and there was a huge red handprint. Since then, my mom didn’t let us go back to the house because she said we “stirred something up and angered them” and she didn’t want to risk going back. A lot of little things happened in that house. Mom said when she woke up to use the restroom some nights, leading up to that incident, she’d hear the sound of a bouncing ball in the hallways, as if a kid was playing in it. She said she knew something was getting stirred up since then, because it was more activity then we were used to. 

The daughter went around the house as we were packing and took pictures of the house, and when she developed them there were orbs huddled together in a lot of the pictures, with one big orb off to the side by itself. My mom said the big one was probably what I saw in the room that night and that it was probably warning me to get out before the others ones hurt me. I was very thankful for that.

Anyways I know a lot of people don’t believe in ghosts and probably think I am crazy, but we can all agree to disagree and have different opinions. I am Ryan and you can be Shane.  

oh, a bonus story!!

5.) My mom and I had a cat named Princess a long time back. I had her since I was about two years old, and she passed when I was 18. she came everywhere with us (we moved a lot) so she was a huge part of my life. I still have pictures of her hanging up on my whiteboard calander. Anyways, when we go through hard times, my mom and I can feel a tickle on our lower legs like a cat tail brushing against us, for a few days in a row, and we can feel when we are almost asleep at night, something jump up on the bed and lay by our feet. It lasts for a few days and then goes away when I assume she thinks we will be okay without her. I miss her so, so much. I am very thankful for her still being here when we miss her or feel guilty that we couldn’t give her the best life she deserved. One day when I am finally able to get another pet, I hope she helps me find the one that’s meant for me.

[butwhyduh]

Links and Secrets

Peter Parker x reader ch2

Warning: language

Word count: 1207

Summary: villain origin story

A week later you got a letter of condolence from your brother’s lab. Which was super weird since it was closed. And the letter was odd too. It looked spliced and didn’t have a name or return address. The letter was held together with a wax seal that you didn’t recognize. All it said was “my condolences.” You didn’t know why but you felt it best to not share that with Peter. He was your way out of grief. Not pulling him in.

For two whole days you tried to ignore it. But something told you that you had to go to the lab. So despite your better judgement, you pulled on some black clothing and drove to the laboratory that night. You parked a few blocks away and slowly crept down to look at the building. It was down by the docks and was boarded up. The wind was cold and salty. You could hear the clanging of metal from ships but couldn’t make out voices from your location. The wind hid that.

You noticed a lose board around the back. You pulled on it and the board pried away and you saw an opening you could squeeze it. The room was dirty. Salt water had seeped into everything. Moldy papers lay on warped desks. You carefully walked around the debris on the ground. You opened a door to find a much cleaner hallway that led to another room.

This room housed new computers, incubators, and other machines. You looked at different test tubes in the glass incubator. You felt the glass and indeed it was warm. They were growing something. This didn’t make much sense. Your brother was a chemist, not a biologist. You heard a voice outside the room and hid behind a table. Your heart beat out of your chest. Why were you there?

“I told you that it would be next week,” a man said. His leather shoes the only thing you could see from your position. “You know what? Find another biochemist to do this.” Laughter. “But you can’t afford to let me go with what I know.”

He walked closer and you backed farther away. A vial fell to the table and you felt a worldly watery liquid cover your hand. You shook it visibly in disgust. A few seconds later a cold burning sensation began to spread through your hand. You were no longer paying attention to the man on the phone.

You pushed down farther as he suddenly laughed and your back pushed straight into a rolling cart of test tubes. The tubes spilled and some poured on you. You gasped loudly and tried to scrub it off. Your head felt light and your vision blurred. You were vaguely aware that the man stopped talking on the phone.

“Sir, we have to go,” said another man who shrugged the noise off and left. Your vision turned to black and and you fell to the floor. You had no idea how long you laid there but you woke up as someone laid you on a scratchy bed. It was the last person you’d imagine: Spider-Man.

“Are you okay?” He asked. His masked face close to you. You reached up to touch his mask and he pulled his face from reach. “No no no. Don’t touch the mask.” You nodded.

“Where am I?” You asked looking around a modest bedroom.

“A safe place. How do you feel?” He asked.

“Numb....Tired. What happened,” you asked confused. You vaguely remembered the warehouse. Rain poured against a dirty window.

“You spilled some chemicals on yourself and I’m having dronie run some tests to find out what it was. If I can get some blood samples..” his voice trailed off.

“What’s dronie?”

“Nothing. Just a program. Can I try taking some of your blood?” Peter asked. You nodded slowly and he pulled out some supplies. A pair of rubber gloves were pulled on. He cleaned your skin and prepped a syringe. You were so disoriented that you hadn’t even thought about the needle. You have an intense fear of needles.

The second it touched your skin you freaked out by jumping away and your body had a new reaction. You accidentally tazed Spider-Man. Your body suddenly shocked him with current and he jumped away shocked. The eyes of his mask were huge.

“What just- What did you- that really hurt!” He said. You squeezed your body into a ball in fear. “I’m sorry,” broke the voice from the mask. “Don’t be scared. I’m trying to help you. Just let me help. Please.”

“I don’t even know you,” you said behind your knees. “I don’t know what is going on.”

“Okay,” He said and seemed to argue with himself before grasping the bottom of his mask. He pulled it off and you could see Peter’s curly brown hair and big brown eyes.

“What the fuck?” You asked bluntly.

“Hey, Hey, Hey! You’re glowing. Don’t shock me again. Calm down. Okay?” He pleaded. His hands were out, palm up in worry. You breathed in deeply and you hands calmed down. You felt like crying.

“Why am I like this? What is this? My brother’s lab is fucking crazy and running even though it’s supposed to closed. And you’re fucking Spider-Man. How long?” You suddenly demanded.

“A while. Since I was 15. And I was looking into your brother’s lab. That’s how I found you. His partner is still working and has continuously and hasn’t submitted anything. No patent, nothing for peer review, no experiment to be reviewed ethically, no participants, and no money from anywhere. Government, private. Nothing. He’s disappeared but is still working everyday. If I didn’t know any better I would say this guy is making drugs or something,” Peter said.

“Breaking bad?”

“You never know. I was doing surveillance on him and you show up and almost die. Did you know I had to do chest compressions? You stopped breathing. What the hell were you doing?” He asked. You uncurled your legs and sat straight.

“I was scoping the place out,” you said. Peter stared at you intensely. “I wasn’t thinking okay?”

“Yeah. I’m still worried about you. You were going to die. I think I should take you to Mr Stark. That way we can check this new lightning thing out,” Peter suggested. He was sitting closer now.

“Check this out? No no no. I don’t want anyone knowing about this. I can’t. I wanna figure this out myself,” you said feeling cagey. You knew “checking it out” would be tests and being locked away. Your seen the Scarlet Witch on the news.

“No. It’s best if we work together. Mr Stark will help you get rid of this-“

“Get rid of this? Maybe I wanna keep it,” you growled.

“Okay. He’ll help with that too,” he said trying to hold your hand and you shocked him in fear. Peter fell off the bed.

“Shit!” He cried grabbing his hand. You climbed over him and grabbed your shoes. “Stop,” Peter said slowly getting up. You shocked him as he reached out again. He hissed in pain. “Please wait,” he said still feeling the shock as you ran away.

[woodenwedges]

1 through 100. Let's go! Answer em aaaalll!

Omg Kate you’re absolute mad!!! Thanks tho’ I love answering these things ❤️😁Hoo boy here we go!1. What is you middle name?Don’t have one! Neither does my brother.2. How old are you?203. When is your birthday?The 15th of may 🌸4. What is your zodiac sign?Taurus ♉️🐃5. What is your favorite color?Baby pink! 6. What’s your lucky number?Dunno about lucky number but my favorite number is 77. Do you have any pets?Yep! Two dogs.One sweet, blonde girl named Emsi (based on the danish word Emsig meaning officious)And a neurotic chihuahua named Henry. We got them both cause their owners no longer could take care of them and I love them to the moon and back ❤️8. Where are you from?Hirtshals in Denmark! I love my town to death9. How tall are you?Uuuh around like 1,65 m10. What shoe size are you?3911. How many pairs of shoes do you own?Too many.... we get a lot of free stuff so I have a lot. Probably around 10 pairs?12. What was your last dream about?The only thing I remember from my last dream was that I got a pimple on my forehead lol13. What talents do you have?I’m good at art, dancing and just performing in general and I’m getting pretty good with makeup!14. Are you psychic in any way?Nope15. Favorite song?Right now it’s brain damage and eclipse from The Dark Side of The Moonby Pink Floyd. They remind me of my mom ❤️16. Favorite movie?Don’t actually have one! But the last film I think I saw was carol and I absolutely loved it.17. Who would be your ideal partner?Just someone who’s intelligent and kind I guess! And has a similar sense of humor18. Do you want children?I do, but I’m probably never gonna birth any cause I have an illness I don’t want to risk transferring and also might be going on T soon!!19. Do you want a church wedding?I don’t really care20. Are you religious?Nah. I’m a spiritual atheist21. Have you ever been to the hospital?Only as a visitor. I’ve gone to the emergency room but I’ve never been admitted.22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?Nope23. Have you ever met any celebrities?My cousins a model who’s dating one of the Danish x-factor judges so yea.24. Baths or showers?BATHS25. What color socks are you wearing?White. I prefer just plain whites rn, but there’s was a time in my life where I always wore fun, colorful socks and never matching them26. Have you ever been famous?Lol no but a stranger did come up to me last week and told me she’s a huge fan of my work ❤️ a lot of the locals like my watercolor portraits27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?Honestly yea I do fantasize a lot about it 28. What type of music do you like?Music is a huge part of my life! My main Spotify playlist is 161 hours now and it’s all extremely diverse!The only music I don’t particularly like is blues and trap cause i find it boring. Right now I’m really into old grungy rock, punk, experimental stuff, rap and disco 💃🏼 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?Sure have! I did it countless times this summer at the beach. There’s nothing more freeing than swimming naked in the ocean 💙30. How many pillows do you sleep with?Just one, but it’s a really good one. Oh and sometimes and extra one just to cuddle 31. What position do you usually sleep in?Fetus position is my fav but I’m trying not to do that cause it’s bad for your back32. How big is your house?Pretty big. Two stories plus a garage where my friends and I hang out. And also a two bedroom annex33. What do you typically have for breakfast?Toast or oatmeal with nuts and berries34. Have you ever fired a gun?No35. Have you ever tried archery?I tried it a couple of weeks ago and it was really fun! 36. Favorite clean word?I like words like clean and crystal and chemical 37. Favorite swear word?Fuck.38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?Don’t remember. Pretty long. But I’ve started to be very careful with sleep cause my mental health REALLY depends on it39. Do you have any scars?Lots. Anything from self-harm to getting burned by a marshmallow lmao40. Have you ever had a secret ?Bitch my whole personality used to be a secret. So yea a lot41. Are you a good liar?Yup. I’m very creative and anxious so if I feel like I’ve done something I shouldn’t I immediately have a good lie ready. Also I’ve had some problems with compulsive lying whoops42. Are you a good judge of character?Nooo not really cause I always feel bad for disliking ppl so I force myself to keep an open mind. But I’ve learned to just follow my instincts a bit more43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?I’m pretty good at like southern American accents and also an American accent In Danish is so fun and cute. 44. Do you have a strong accent?It’s pretty strong. I used to fake a British accent out of embarrassment but then I started feeling pretentious so I let it go45. What is your favorite accent?I love a Colombian accent and French ofc. Also Indian and Chinese. Oh and a lot of African ones too, especially the ppl from Congo! But I love accents in general. They’re literally my go to ASMR trigger46. What is your personality type?INFP47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?My winter jacket... my mom wanted to buy me one that was new and when we finally found one that didn’t give me dysphoria I was so excited I forgot to look at the price tag... and she just bought it for me anyway.48. Can you curl your tongue?Yea and I can stick it between my tooth gap49. Are you an innie or an outie?Outie all the way50. Left or right handed?Right51. Are you scared of spiders?No, I used to have pretty severe arachnophobia but i worked through it and now I actually really love them! Also I don’t care how scared you are of them, don’t you dare kill them in front of me! That makes me so uncomfortable. Just let me know there’s a spider and I’ll get it safely outside for you 52. Favorite food?Love sushi with crab meat or fried shrimp!53. Favorite foreign food?Well probably sushi? Lol. Or anything Italian!54. Are you a clean or messy person?Super messy but I’m trying my best!55. Most used phrased?“Bid I det sure æble”. Basically “bite the bullet” in English 56. Most used word?Probably bitch. I use it in an affectionate manner towards friends lmao57. How long does it take for you to get ready?Very, very long58. Do you have much of an ego?Yea I think so59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?Suck60. Do you talk to yourself?Nope. 61. Do you sing to yourself?Yes!62. Are you a good singer?I’m decent. Think I could get good if I got a vocal coach63. Biggest Fear?Getting ridiculed, being misunderstood and being unwanted 64. Are you a gossip?I love gossip...65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?I don’t really know sry!66. Do you like long or short hair?Love all hair. I love running my fingers through long hair. I prefer short hair for me tho67. Can you name all 50 states of America?LOL NO68. Favorite school subject?I really liked art and foreign language classes69. Extrovert or Introvert?HUGE introvert!70. Have you ever been scuba diving?No but I’d love to try it!71. What makes you nervous?Public embarrassment is a big one. But racism, homophobia, transphobia and misogyny will also make me very, very nervous.72. Are you scared of the dark?Not at all73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?Depends on the mistakes? Never on like grammar and stuff like that.74. Are you ticklish?Very. I can tickle myself. But then again I am schizophrenic lol75. Have you ever started a rumor?Once in high school my friends and I started a rumor that I was “a hermaphrodite” and we kept it going for years. At first it was just to fuck with people but then I started getting like a kick from it. For some reason I loved the idea of people thinking I was intersex. Aaaand that was the start of me getting gender identity issues lol76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?I used to teach dancing lessons for kids at a local church lol does that count?77. Have you ever drank underage?Only a couple of beers. But the drinking age is here is 15 so that’s not a huge problem 78. Have you ever done drugs?a couple of times. Done ecstasy and Valium once which was really fun. And I’ve tried speed a couple of times but it has no effect on me. I also love weed if you consider that a drug 79. Who was your first real crush?Had a huge crush on a guy at my boarding school. And also a girl at the school... they became a couple and I remember wanting to die asdgsa80. How many piercings do you have?None! Had a septum once, but I never had my ears pierced as a child or anything 81. Can you roll your Rs?“Yea82. How fast can you type?Pretty fast!83. How fast can you run?I’m not a great runner but I’m getting better84. What color is your hair?Blonde85. What color is your eyes?Green86. What are you allergic to?Nothing. Tho I do get allergic reactions to extreme swifts in temperature 87. Do you keep a journal?Yup!88. What do your parents do?Both retired now but my dad used to be a fisherman and my mom ran a daycare and later worked with elderly people who suffered from dementia. 89. Do you like your age?Yea?90. What makes you angry?It takes a lot to get me angry but unnecessary hate and harassment usually gets me to tick91. Do you like your own name?I really like it actually! 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?I have but I don’t remember them... think I repressed those daydreams when I decided never to bear children :(93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?Idc94. What are you strengths?Intellectuality, kindness, curiosity, creativity and bravery. Also I get a lot of praise for being so open and aware of my mental illnesses and for fighting so fiercely to get healthy. 95. What are your weaknesses?Bad self criticism, naïvety, laziness and having trouble asking for help and taking initiative 96. How did you get your name?My brother decided it.97. Were your ancestors royalty?Pff highly doubt it98. Do you have any scars?Already answered this99. Color of your bedspread?That really popular, white IKEA one with flowers100. Color of your room?White, although I cover them up with posters, drawings and sometimes literal trash when i get psychotic cause white walls make me hallucinate like crazyThis was a fucking blast!!! Thanks Kate 😚❤️

[greetingsfromthebottomofthewell]

NES GODZILLA CREEPYPASTA - CHAPTER 5: ENTROPY (PART 1)

[directory]

face giveth, and face taketh away.

[source] [triggers]

In the original game, the 6th world was Pluto. Ironically, despite being the smallest planet, Pluto was the largest and most diverse world in the game. Entropy had a different layout, but was similarly huge and diverse.

The board music was played by a violin instrument, a melody that started out sounding mournful and then it gets rather...I guess I would call it "distorted"? It made me feel depressed and unnerved. Not something I would want to hear while trying to sleep.

Strangely, none of the levels from the previous worlds were present here, instead there were eight brand-new icons. The bosses this time were Megalon, Battra, and Mechagodzilla.

As usual, the first thing I did was go to the Quiz Level for another interrogation from Face. But I when I got there, I noticed something different; instead of the usual goofy GH1D0RA music, it was the Password theme.

The music change seemed to be intentional, because after the first two questions at the start, the quiz started to take on a darker tone;

Quiz 3

Do you like Ice Cream? Answer: Yes, Reaction: Weird Face #1

Do you like clowns? Answer: Yes, Reaction: Weird Face #10

Is time slipping through your fingers? Answer: Yes, Reaction: Weird Face #2

Do you have any regrets? Answer: Yes, Reaction: Hurt

Do some people deserve to die? Answer: No, Reaction: Weird Face #3

Is it safe to go out at night? Answer: Yes, Reaction: Weird Face #5

Do you find it hard to sleep at night? Answer: Yes, Reaction: Weird Face #9

Have you ever killed anyone? Answer: No, Reaction: Weird Face #7

Do you want to kill anyone? Answer: No, Reaction: Angry

Are you actually accomplishing anything? Answer: No, Reaction: Weird Face #4

Does life have any real meaning? Answer: No, Reaction: Love

Do you like Mothra? Answer: No, Reaction: Maniacal

I knew that last one was gonna be a gameplay related question, but I had no idea what the result would be. I answered honestly, because as I said before I never liked Mothra.

Nobody liked playing as Mothra in this game. And there was a good reason for that, every other time Mothra gets hit she gets slammed back to the left corner of the screen, and she sucks at fighting because her attacks are so weak. The only benefit Mothra had was being able to fly over obstacles in some levels.

So I answered No, and Face actually replied back to me, not only with the maniacal expression, but with text;

"TOO BAD!"

I was taken back to the map screen, and I was shocked to see that Godzilla and Anguirus has disappeared from the board, leaving only Mothra. Face had just fucked me over. Needless to say, I was pissed. But there wasn't anything I could do, and I'm willing to bet even if I had said "Yes", I would have been stuck with Mothra anyway. Face giveth, and Face taketh away.

I took a deep breath, and got ready to explore. There were two paths I could take through the board, I decided to take the lower one. This turned out to be a good choice for reasons I'll get to momentarily.

The first world ahead me of was a forest, so I started there. Almost immediately, I got an eerie feeling. There was something about this level that just seemed "off" to me, even more than the previous ones.

Perhaps it was the pitch black background. I've always been afraid of being in a forest at night. Something about all those trees, makes me feel surrounded and vulnerable.

And the fact that I was stuck as Mothra didn't help. Playing the game's previous worlds as Godzilla gave me a feeling of bravery, being in control of the King of The Monsters, I'd be able to handle just about anything in my way.

But it's not like that with Mothra. No feeling of strength, or security. Now I'm just a weak, easily overwhelmed bug, traversing into the unknown.

Back to the level. The music had new instruments, sounding like woodwinds, followed by slow, rhythmic drums and chiming bells. Gave me this feeling that I was intruding into some dangerous place I really should not be.

After a while, I encountered the first enemies of the stage. Or at least I assumed they were enemies. They were strange, long legged deer like creatures. Instead of attacking, they were just idly walking around. I went to approach them, and they ran away.

I thought about shooting one with an eye beam to see what would happen, but it seemed wrong. These creatures were harmless. So I passed over them and continued through the level.

About halfway through, I encountered groups of the deer-like animals, and also two new creatures: A sloth like creature with a beak climbing on a tree, and hairy raptor-esque beasts that were preying on the deer.

It was very surreal watching these creatures interact. I didn't feel like I was playing a video game, but rather that I was traveling through a forest in some other dimension.

The creatures ignored me for the most part, although the raptors did attack me when I got too close, or if I attacked them first. I know I shot one of them to help one of the deer creatures escape. I got clawed at, but confrontation was easily avoided by flying up to the top of the screen.

After that, I had to choose whether I wanted to play the levels with the hourglass, or the TV screen. I picked the latter. What I got was not at all what I expected.

When I pressed the button to start a level on the TV Screen like I normally would, this screen with an animation popped up. There was also music in the background, which was the goofy Gh1d0ra music that used to be playing in the Quiz levels.

I was somewhat unsettled by this because it was just so strange. I also found it a bit spooky because I had a shirt that looked just like that when as a kid. After starting the animation, you could go back to the board by pressing any button.

After that, I had no what to expect of the rest of these icons. I went to try an hourglass icon next. I was somewhat relieved when an actual level came up.

It was certainly an unorthodox looking level. All brown, with time measuring instruments floating in the air and gigantic grandfather clocks in the background. The music was the same as the board screen.

And very early in the level I encountered something else I didn't expect to see: Original enemies from the game!

And not just that, it seemed to be a whole fleet of them. And the yellow tanks, which were normally immobile, could now move. I took some damage, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. But the most interesting thing about this level was the colored hourglass items.

There were 3 of these:

A blue hourglass, that made time slow down and filled the level with enemies from the past.

A red hourglass, that made time speed up and filled the level with enemies from the future.

A green hourglass, that set time to the normal speed, and filled the level with the original game enemies.

I encountered the blue hourglass first. As stated, the game started to slow down, and I saw the "enemies from the past", which were five different types of prehistoric animals. I don't know much about prehistory, but I believe all of these enemies represent real animals.

The level went into another segment, and I encountered the green hourglass, and then I fought the original enemies again. It was the same five types so I didn't take any screenshots. But in the last segment, I encountered the red hourglass, and the enemies that must have been from the future.

Now, whether or not the game was showing me 8-bit renditions of creatures that will actually exist thousands of years into Earth's future, I have no idea. But with that thought in mind, I found this particular segment to be very eerie, and it was made more tense because everything moved faster.

One of the future enemies bore a striking resemblance to something I saw in a book once, called "Troodon Man". Another looked like some kind of organic spaceship.

There was only one of the fifth type of Future creature, and when it appeared, all the others ran for their lives, leaving me alone to battle it.

It could fly but its sprite didn't actually move, and its single attack was firing a lightning bolt from its "face". Even so, it was surprisingly powerful, and I suppose it could be considered a mini-boss.

After defeating it, it left a health power-up that restored the health and energy I had lost fighting it. Which was convenient! It seemed I would need all the help I could get to beat this world with Mothra alone.

After that previous stage I call "Time Warp", the next stage appeared to be a Toxic Waste Dump.

As you can see, the place looked grungy, and inhospitable. The music was a short looping of an ambient synthesizer song. Listening to it made me feel like I had sniffed some toxic fumes myself, and it was messing with my head the whole time. I even felt like I was choking while playing this level.

The enemies all seem to be mutated to some degree. In the above screenshot you can see green mummies with bird skulls, that jump out of the waste to spit projectiles. There's also a brownish cow skeleton monster with spider legs.

Halfway through the level I even saw one of the deer from the forest. It was alone, and when I saw it, it was drinking toxic waste out of a barrel with an anteater-like tongue.

I was moving over to try to make it stop, but then this flock of skull birds came out of nowhere and started attacking.

The deer was scared by this and ended up running off the ground into the toxic waste. I feel bad for it. One of the birds bit me, but I regained health quick from killing all of them, they were rather weak.

I pressed onward. Of all the levels in Entropy, this was probably the most "normal", in that there was little deviance from the "Move forward, smash things" formula in the original game.

I encountered more creatures through the level, like tentacled blobs, and some kind of deformed thing with human-like teeth. I didn't feel like provoking them into a fight, so I kept on flying near the top of the screen. I still had to deal with occasional flock of birds now and then.

At the end of the level was a large, bluish green lake, and there I encountered another mini-boss. Some kind of a monster with a long neck and a whale's skull. It attacks with a mouth projectile, and by charging into you. It also could go underneath the water and rapidly emerge from a different place.

It was harder to beat than the boss from the Time Warp, and it had a lot of health because it must have taken me three minutes to defeat it. It let out a really loud noise when it died, and then sank back into the water as I left the screen.

Back on the board, I went to the nearest level icon I hadn't seen yet, which was a white tree. As I guessed, the level was a winter themed recolor of the forest stage.

But unlike the regular forest, I didn't feel unnerved starting this one. I think the music had a lot to do with it. It was a gentle, calm song, it almost sounded romantic. It was quite stress relieving, and the forest itself looked much less ominous covered in snow.

I traveled through the first segment enjoying the atmosphere for four minutes, when suddenly I realized something: I haven't seen a single creature since I started the level. Where are all the animals? Soon after, I left the screen, and the next segment started.

In the second segment, I was still in the winter forest, but now the music was gone. I was starting to feel suspicious, but then I reminded myself that there were other empty levels in the game and this was likely another one of those.

But then...I heard something familiar. It was the twelve second looping music from "UNFORGIVING COLD" starting up. I could feel my heart sink as I came across this horrible sight:

It was a whole group of dead deer creatures, covered in snow. Judging from the blackish blue tone of their skin, they must have all frozen to death. On closer inspection, some were missing body parts. Now I was frightened. But I still had to keep going.

Before exiting the level, I was really hoping to see something resembling the previous forest animals in a living state. And sure enough, I did.

It was a creature much like the beaked sloth, except this thing had white fur and was more of a beaked gorilla. It was walking very slowly when I saw it, but I was happy to at least see something alive. However, it didn't stay that way for long.

A pack of raptors, who must have sensed that something else was still alive, came rushing in from the right side of the screen. The beaked gorilla didn't stand a chance, as one of the raptors immediately lunged at it and ripped open its back legs.

These "winter raptors" acted far different from their temperate relatives. While the other raptors only attacked while hunting prey or when provoked, the winter raptors seemed to have all gone insane. They attacked everything in sight, one was running back and forth clawing at nothing. Even the noises they made sounded different, more high pitched and enraged.

As I left this second segment, I even saw two Raptors fighting to the death. They were both covered in injuries, and one of the Raptors had been blinded in one eye. I took a screenshot, but I didn't stay to see who won the fight.

I only had to get through one more segment before I could go back to the board screen. But in this segment, I was no longer in the winter forest, but instead a very empty grassy plain, with a bright gray moon in the sky. The pleasant music of Winter Forest part 1 had returned.

And immediately, I started to feel dread. This is going to sound crazy but it's the absolute truth: The game made this level from one of my memories.

After a long stretch of nothing, I reached a lake. And then, the moon moved down from the sky, and begin to hatch like an egg.When it did, a curled up humanoid figure fell into the lake as the moon halves quickly disintegrated.

I heard a splash when it hit the water, then a moment of silence. Then the screen began to shake, and a new creature emerged from the water;

And thus I was introduced to a monster I call the "Moon Beast". This was the only screenshot I took, as I was focusing all my concentration on winning the fight. And it was the most difficult fight yet. Stronger than any of the previous bosses, this creature would have been hard to take down with Godzilla, and with Mothra it seemed nearly impossible.

I suppose I would consider myself fortunate that the beast lacked any attacks like Gigan's saw, because if it had I would never have won this. I barely had three bars of health when I finally killed this abomination.

But what happened afterward is hardly what I could call a reward.

...I've been trying to keep my promise and suppress this memory for years, but it seems as if I have to get it off my chest. This is a very painful memory for me, but the game already knows about it and I think you should too. I'll just tell you the important parts, because I don't like bringing this experience back into my head unless I have to.

Back when I was in Middle school, I had a girlfriend named Melissa. She suffered from some kind of mental disorder that caused her to go into "episodes".

When she was in an "episode", she would stand or sit perfectly straight and still, and her face would instantly lose any expressions she had before. She would speak very clearly, without any hint of emotion. When it was over, she would start trembling and sometimes bury her face in her hands, and remain silent for several minutes. I can't really convey the feeling it gave me in words, and I won't try. You had to see this in person to understand.

But despite this, she was a very kind person and I cared about her dearly. We liked to hang out in a field at night, and look at the stars. But one night she didn't say anything to me at all, she just stared directly at the moon, trembling. I tried to talk to her, but she suddenly sprung up, and ran right into traffic. I tried to stop her, but I was too late. She got hit by a truck, and was killed that night.

I looked her right in the eyes when the wheels went over her neck. That sight has always haunted me.

I know that the game knows about this because after I defeated the Moon Beast...this happened.

[previous] | [next]

[cwebberphotography]

  Ask me if I’ll miss India and I’d say yes. I’ll miss India because back home old people don’t double ride bicycles, people who look like the general picture of God, with a big white beard and bright white clothes don’t ride scooters with a huge smile. Old ladies here feel comfortable enough to squat on the sidewalk if they need to take a pee. Strangers greet you with their chosen name of God, and yoga is everywhere. Interacting with cows and dogs and pigs daily has given me a clearer look at being a vegetarian. I won’t miss the fact that last night it was 30 degrees at 2 a.m. Or all the ants that have walked into my keyboard and never came out, probably lost in the matrix of the mother board, the giant wasps or the horns and traffic in general.

I’ve been bitten by ants, mosquitoes, pushed by bulls, barked at by dogs, cohabited with geckos and spiders, had a monkey land on my dinner table and now a large Gray langur has intimidated me into running from my dinner. And after I gathered my wits and tried to scare him off I was scarred mentally and physically when he jumped and scratched me with his fangs showing making growling sounds.  After that I was afraid to go out my front door, then slowly started hanging out on the roof again. But not before finding a strong bamboo stick and starting to learn some defensive moves from YouTube.

In a way I’m grateful that monkey jumped on my head, he kind of knocked some sense into me. It’s my last few days here and one of the things I was hoping to do in India was learn some self defence. I was letting the days drift away, not adhering to my own advice of ending as strong as you start. Yoga was getting kind of boring to be frank. Now I can combine my roof time with some stretching, mindfulness, pushups and bo staff training. The first day I was able to do a two hand wrist spin and now I’m getting faster at it and not dropping the staff as much.

When he jumped at my head it was a wake up call to what Nature is capable of. I assumed monkeys would be more scared of us than we are of them. And I underestimated his hunger, this guy was not cute enough to beg and probably just as tired of the heat. I saw him come down out of the tree and march along the edge of the roof, thinking maybe he was on his way somewhere but he came straight to me. He did not hesitate to bear his teeth and growl, no asking at all, then jumped, using my head like a skipping stone to land behind me causing my plate to hit the ground. And I was out of there, far enough away to watch him eat my dinner which was really just raw cauliflower with some salt and chilli powder on the side.

He made me wish I had doused the veggies with chilli powder. He made me think of revenge and how stupid that would be. He made me mistrust monkeys and see how fragile our existence is without cooperation. He gave me a scare of potentially having rabies, which is fatal! How insane is that?  It takes just two weeks to die from it, and although he probably didn’t have rabies it was not worth the risk to ignore the blood coming from my arm.

Diseases are different here, polio is still a hot topic and every year diarrhea and pneumonia kill millions of people.

After asking around it was decided that I’d get an injection right away. I walked to the only doctor I know since the hospital was closed on Sunday. This is a clinic which used to be a dog food store and is now half a dog food store, half a clinic and a little bit of a health food store. The doctor there is young and I’ve met him a few times over the last month. He suggested I get the course of five injections, they are 320 rupees each, so a fraction of what it would cost me in Canada.

I went home to debate the idea of being injected in India and after reading about the symptoms and final end to what rabies can do to a human I ran back and said lets do it. This clinic is just like any other store on the main strip, it is a big room with a garage door that opens to the road. There is a counter and behind it sits the doctor facing the street. Outside are cows and horses walking by or standing in the road, motor bikes driving on either side, dirt, garbage, things burning, people selling food, all sorts of commotion.

He takes the needle out and puts it into the container which is full of dead rabies virus and tells me to sit down, the only seat is a step ladder at the top of a stairwell…So as he is fiddling with the needle I’m looking out at the street and watching people stop and see what he’s doing, looking back at me. Also I’m texting my friend in Toronto telling him exactly whats going on and the doctor comes over to my left shoulder and as I press send he just jabs me with it, no cleaning of the surface no OK this might hurt and I look over at him like what the fuck!? And he’s saying something to me, you can hold the cotton ball here right? So I do and he goes back to his seat and starts writing out instructions and dates for me to come back. Immediately I have to put my phone away because the light from it is bugging me out and darkness is creeping in from the sides of my eyes. I sit up straight and breathe deeper and think this cannot be happening, I’m going to pass out!  No, I can control it, I won’t pass out. Nope, I look over at him and he’s saying something about me being fine but I can’t hear anything and can only see whats directly in front of me, which is one of the employees. I make eye contact with him and shake my head. Then step down from the seat and crouch on the ground and look around, sweating, deaf, wondering whats going on. After a couple minutes I’m OK to stand up and lean on the counter as he explains when I’ll have to come back for more…Then I leave, feeling slightly better that at least I’ve done something to combat any chance of rabies, just in case.

The second time was much better, and we’ve become friends since then. I’ve been invited to hang out there any time, and he often asks his customers if I can photograph them. He said there is only one other guy in the area with the same camera and he charges 1000 rupees for three photos. He introduced me to his wife and some friends, it’s been a good experience overall…

Sometimes its hard to leave your house especially if you have moustache for the first time, a scarf around your head thats been soaked in cold water to keep you cool and a walking stick you’re practicing bo staff spins with.  After a long day in the heat I was lying in bed when outside became dark a few hours too early. So went to the roof and saw a sand storm kicking up, and the sky turn grey and black. After the sand settled I went down to the river to watch the show.

The clouds were the ultimate what the fuck, I’d never seen anything like it before, a hundred little flames, turned into swirls over the mountain, as the sun coloured them dark orange mixed with black. Then pushing into blue at the edge of the clearing sky were what looked like a huge row of  teeth, extending into their roots. I sat in awe for hours as the wind pushed me from all sides. At one point as lightning was striking over the mountains looking to my right, along the path by the river a sadhu stops as wind picks up his flowing fabric wrapped around his waist and he does a Marilyn Monroe, holding his skirt down in the wind.

Earlier that day I took a walk to find some upma, my favourite South Indian breakfast. Just about 2 km away from my apartment, in the direction towards the main town, far away from any tourists. As I was walking a sadhu on a motor bike offered me a ride, I talked to him and considered it but declined, two more steps and I found the Madras Cafe. The food was OK, and the bill for umpa and tea was 105, I gave him 110 and he gave me a Kit Kat bar as change.

Later I found a better staff, started twirling it and dropped it in the sewer by mistake. So I bought a bottle of water to wash it off. Then explored the alleys of the main city, took photos, and then came across a fabric shop and remembered I have two weddings to attend this summer. So I selected some material and got measured and in two days I’ll have a custom kurta.

After I ran out of money I walked home taking photos, talking to strangers, mostly sadhus. Seems like if you don’t shave and carry a stick you’re more approachable. Maybe they see a little of themselves in me. I know sometimes I envy their lifestyle. Eating from ashrams, sleeping where ever they want, what else do you need? I don’t think they have a retirement plan.

Walking through the bus stop as I always have to, a large group of people sit on the gravel hill cooking and eating their lunches. Men and women and children all dressed in amazing colours and cloths huddle in groups. A few of them are standing around the water pump washing their hands, pigs run among them. To my right on the highest gravel hill a group of men stand out in their striking white outfits with red turbans, bare feet, squatting or sitting cross legged, beards and grey moustaches, passing a chillum around. Weed smoke clouding all around them.

On the morning after my mischievous monkey mayhem I wake up early to find a stick and see the sun rise. I walk to the roofed sitting area by the river and look out, the sun has risen but not above the mountains. The green trees all around the elevation are glowing with yellows and orange. And the river rushes below, down where the bodies are burned. Sitting quietly when three people come with their cell phone playing Hindi music. I react and almost get up but decide to stay for what I came. To see the sun peak over the range. One guy starts doing push ups, elevated ones then on his knuckles then tries to get into pull up position but he’s too heavy and short. Then he gets his friend to take lots of photos of him flexing all the while dumb rap music is coming from his phone. I spot a stick and leave.

Going down into the funeral grounds was kind of creepy. There were kids playing by the river and people working in the early morning hours before the heat sets in. There are lots of old clothes and artifacts laying buried in the sand. The stick I saw was much too big and soaking in a dirty puddle. On the way back I found a bamboo staff and as I ascended the stairs the most golden light shined back behind where I was with the muscle man. This time I look up to a kaleidoscope of colours. A bus must have dropped off a bunch of Indians and they were all dressed in saris of flowing flowery colours standing straight up in the wind. All waiting for a security guard to guide a family of geese from the field to the water.

I found a strip of cloth and wrapped it around the split end of my new stick and made it into a custom handle. Took a few swings with it and started home as the 6 a.m. sun rise started to heat up the day once more.

Passing the empty grounds with the sun rising from behind, to my left is a tarp with maybe 20 indians sitting cross legged in the centre. Next to them is a tractor with a big cage on the back with all their bags packed on top. Then a couple dogs fucking, pigs fighting over garbage, one massive pig is laying in the sun against a pile of stones while someone pees next to it. I walk a little further and there’s another big truck bus thing with Indians pilled all over the inside and outside climbing down for their day by the Ganges.

Walking up the alley as the golden hour turns into day another small kid is taking another shit into the gutter while his mother watches. She stands in the middle of the lane, dressed in purple and gold one hand on her waste the other on her head, he is shy but concentrating. I look at her briefly and then down as I pass. Then I take my stick home and my place is covered in little monkeys. I look up as one is checking out the jump from the fence across the lane onto my roof, where they drink water from one of our water tanks. I hope it’s not the one that leads to my shower but theres no one to ask…I look up as he’s peeing and pooing at the same time. He looks down at me and then away.

One in 1,342,512,706 Ask me if I’ll miss India and I’d say yes. I’ll miss India because back home old people don’t double ride bicycles, people who look like the general picture of God, with a big white beard and bright white clothes don't ride scooters with a huge smile.