#am i able to remove the spider?

[charlottedabookworm]

the worst part about currently living alone is there’s a spider in the bath

i don’t know where it came from but there’s been a spider in the bath for about four days now. every time i come into the bathroom it’s in a different end of the bath, so it’s alive, but i don’t think it can get out of the bath. it lives there now. the bath is its home

i’m using the shower with no water pressure in the downstairs bathroom instead

[icu-fetish]

What happened to me?

This surgical cap is quite comfortable. Cold sensors are attached to my forehead – sticky electrodes pulling thin wires, like a spider web catching my every breath. The hair, damp with sweat, no longer bothers – it has been neatly removed so that the medical devices can work without hindrance. On my chest – other sensors, their smooth edges chilling the skin, and the wires descend to where the heart beats unevenly, as if succumbing to the rhythm of alarming signals. I hear the squeak of the monitors – a quiet, monotonous sound that whispers that my condition is stable… for now.

Sometimes the air becomes thick, as if I am swallowing it with force. My chest tightens, and each breath is a struggle, causing sweat to appear on my temples. I've been pricked with needles – countless times, the sensation of sharp metal under my skin still throbs in my memory. Lidocaine, morphine, something else – I've lost count. But there is no relief, only heat in my veins and trembling in my fingers. The oxygen cannula sits firmly under my nose, its plastic tubes chilling my skin, and the oxygen flows into my lungs – dry, but vital. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe it's my heart giving out? Or my lungs, which betrayed me at the worst moment?

Nurses constantly check my condition, their fingers – quick and cold – glide over my skin, adjusting the sensors, measuring my pulse. Their eyes, hidden behind masks, seem indifferent, but I feel fear gripping my throat. What if I become a medical vegetable – immobile, dependent on these humming machines around me? Will I fall into a coma where everything disappears? Will I be fully connected to the machines – tubes, wires, needles becoming a part of me? I try to push these thoughts away.

Breathing is still difficult – the air seems to get stuck in my chest. I've been fitted with an oxygen mask – its plastic fits tightly against my face, chilling my lips, making me feel vulnerable. At first, it's annoying, but then… the oxygen penetrates my lungs, cool and clean, like a foreign whisper bringing me back to life. Breathing became easier, and I feel warmth slowly spreading through my body, although the fear remains with me.

I dozed off – briefly, intermittently, as if falling into darkness that receded only for a moment. I woke up to a presence – nurses and a doctor are near me again. Their voices hum quietly, but the words blur, not reaching my consciousness. They removed the regular oxygen mask, and I felt a chill on my lips where the plastic still retained the warmth of my breath. Instead, they put something else on me – a different oxygen mask, attached to a thick hose. Oxygen bursts into my lungs – strong, sharp, as if foreign lips are forcibly breathing life into me. And that sound… the low, rhythmic hum of the machine nearby. Is that it? Artificial ventilation? Is it really that bad?

Their hands are on me again – quick, relentless. A new injection – the needle pierces my vein, cold liquid spreads under my skin, leaving heat and a slight tingling. What is it – a sedative? Painkiller? Will I be able to fall asleep, escape this nightmare into soft darkness? Or maybe it's the last thing I'll feel before…

Did I wake up again… This tube… A breathing tube in my throat – cold, foreign, like a harsh kiss from an artificial device. I've been intubated. I feel this tube – hard, plastic, it presses against my tongue, makes my larynx tremble with each mechanical breath that the machine drives into my lungs. The artificial device makes a noticeable sound – a low, rhythmic hum that fills the room, as if its breath has become mine. I can't move – my body is still connected to wires and sensors, as if I've become a part of this medical room, its living detail. My condition… is it finally terrible? What happened to me? My memory blurs like fog, and my heart pounds under the cold plates of the electrodes. Will I remain like this forever – trapped in the embrace of this machine, dependent on its rhythm…?

[dixons-sunshine]

Possessed | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you, @darylssunshine and @lazyneonrabbitt for some of the dialogue on this. Happy Halloween, everyone! Loosely inspired by @angelwings-crossbowstrings’s “Trick Or Treat” fic.

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Daryl Dixon was a brave man. There was almost nothing in the world, old or current, that could terrify the man you loved more than life itself. He did not scare easy at all, and you were beginning to think that perhaps the man just did not have a fearful bone in his body.

Well, that was before you had suggested a horror movie marathon to celebrate Halloween, and you quickly realised that Daryl could indeed be a jumpy mess.

“Babe,” you began through fits of laughter, “it’s just a movie.”

Daryl grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest as he shifted his attention back to the movie that was playing on the television—a luxury that living in the Commonwealth provided you. “Quit yer laughin’, woman. Ain’t nothin’ funny ‘bout this.” He could feel the warmth spreading across his cheeks, and he prayed to whatever higher entity was listening that you could not notice it. “Can we jus’ finish the goddamn movie, please?”

You simply shook your head, clasping a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. “Sorry,” you apologised, your words muffled by your hand. “Yeah, we can. Think you can handle it?”

Daryl scoffed and leaned back against the couch, attempting to appear nonchalant. “‘Course I can. Ain’t no fuckin’ wimp.”

Despite his words, the moment the two of you quieted down and turned your attention back to the movie on the screen—Annabelle—another jumpscare happened. It startled Daryl so bad that he instinctively grabbed onto you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he shifted closer to you. If he moved any more, he would be clambering onto your lap, and you found it rather endearing.

Choosing not to say anything, and biting your lip to prevent another laugh from escaping your chest, you wrapped your arm around his shoulders, softly trailing your fingers over his arm. However, you barely began offering him comfort when he jumped again, and this time, you could not help the laugh that escaped you.

Daryl grumbled and removed himself from your embrace. He grabbed the remote and paused the movie, before turning back to you. “S’not funny.”

“It is!” you laughed, your hands clutching at your chest as you doubled over. “It’s just… you’re like the toughest person I know! Am I really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?”

“I ain’t cowerin’,” Daryl countered with a scoff, but he knew that his words seriously contradicted what you had seen just a few moments prior. “I jus’ dun’ like dolls, s’all, and that bitch s’a haunted one.”

“Wait, seriously?” you asked incredulously. “You don’t like dolls? How come you never told me?”

Daryl shook his head. “‘Cause s’silly,” he mumbled. “I dun’ like them movies ‘bout haunted dolls.”

“Not even Chucky?”

“Nah. Bastard scares the hell outta me.”

“Hun, you could literally dropkick Chucky across the room if he came running after you,” you told him with a light laugh, your eyes sparkling as you looked at your husband.

“He ain’t even s’posed to be runnin’!” Daryl replied exasperatedly. “He’s goddamn plastic!”

“Well, dead people aren’t supposed to be able to run either, and you kill those every day without hesitation.”

The archer let out a small sigh and shook his head. “Yer one to talk. What ‘bout those lil’ spiders ya scream at when ya even so much as see ‘em?”

It was your turn to scoff. “It has eight legs and, like, fifty thousand eyes! That’s not natural.”

“Oh, and a possessed doll is?” Daryl countered, and you knew he had a good point.

“Touché, Dixon,” you conceded with a small smile. You took the remote from his hand and got up, moving towards the small stack of different movies. “How about we watch something else? How does ‘Halloween’ sound?”

Daryl visibly relaxed at that, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Sounds amazin’.” When you popped the movie in and flopped down next to him on the couch, Daryl wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Have I ever told ya how much I love ya?”

“You don’t have to. I know you do.” You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, before pulling away and smiling at him. “Happy Halloween, Dar. I hope Annabelle doesn’t haunt your dreams tonight.”

Daryl groaned, but he smiled nonetheless. “Yer on thin ice, woman.”

“I love you too, Dar.”

Prompt: You’re like the toughest person I know! Am I really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?

Taglist: @holdmytesseract @thevegandarkelf (comment/DM to be added or removed.)

[tarotapprentice]

Jungkook & Jimin – Tarot Reading: How Are They Getting Along?

I was contacted by Hybe and was added to the fanservice contract LOL🤭

BSsing aside:

I decided to do a brief tarot reading to check in on how Jungkook and Jimin are doing in their connection, and overall energy with one another. This is not meant to pry, but to see what I receive what’s naturally present between them right now.

Let’s begin.

8 of Pentacles

This card immediately gave me a feeling of mutual support. The image of the branch and the spider shows that the branch happily gives the spider a place to build, and the spider weaves something meaningful from that support. There's a sense of building something, working toward shared goals, whether in life or career. I get the vibe they have plans they want to grow together but also giving each other the space to pursue their own personal goals.

Judgment Reversed + The Lovers

Together, these two cards indicate their awareness and response to the hurt people. They feel misunderstood by the outside world, judged unfairly. It’s frustrating for them not to be able to express or defend themselves freely. And here’s the thing: they are the Lovers.

That doesn’t have to mean romantic, but it can be. What I am trying to say: Who cares what the label is. And how could I claim with certainty to know it? I don't know them personally. And if I magically would know, it still would not be my place to speak on it.

“The Lovers” signify soulmates, deep emotional counterparts, true partners, a soul-deep bond. They are two people who simply belong in each other’s lives. It’s undeniable.

3 of Pentacles Reversed + 5 of Swords Reversed

This is about uplifting the other, especially when one is down. It reminds me of someone putting another person on their shoulders in a concert for them to enjoy the moment better and give them a different perspective of their surroundings.

I also got the image of one person lifting the other up to reach something just out of reach: a goal, a healing, or maybe even pieces of themselves. It’s support in its purest form: “I’ve got you. Let’s do this together.”

It reminds me of the image I got of someone gently helping the other remove the swords from their own heart. Not doing the healing for them, but with them. Gently placing their hand on top of theirs, offering strength, guiding the process if necessary.

But this all happens behind walls (the fort). Because the 5 of Swords Reversed is on the other side of that wall. This card is about outside noise, conflict, and people trying to hurt them. I got the image of people on the outside throwing rocks, trying to break into a private space, trying to get at the weaker spots in the wall. There's a sense of injustice, of others misunderstanding or twisting something pure, and one of them is more affected by it.

But the other doesn’t just watch. They step in. They reinforce that vulnerable spot. They offer protection, healing, and perspective.

There's a sense of defending the connection, especially when one of them is being hurt more by public noise or internal doubt. When one wall gets targeted more harshly, the other one steps in to help reinforce it.

I feel like each of them have a wall with their own weakspots. They both are aware of them so they assist eachother when they are under attack or when the wind happens to blow strongly upon that part of the fort.

There’s mutual strength and support here. And deep awareness of what the other needs.

4 of Pentacles

This card ties it all together. It’s about protecting what’s precious. The dragon guarding the coin symbolizes how much they value their bond. They know what they have is worth guarding. They won’t let just anyone in, nor will they let others define or damage it. It’s deeply personal and strongly protected.

Oracle Cards

Throat Chakra

These two talk. A lot. It’s endless. There’s always something to share, unpack, dream up. It's a constant dialogue. It's part of what keeps them close (what the hell do they have to say to eachother all the time?)

Heal (The Star)

This bond inspires hope. It's healing, it’s wishful, and it's filled with creative potential. There's also a spiritual vibe, like something cosmic ties them together and they are meant to heal something. Like how the universe ties all seven together too and have a similar task.

Share the Love (3 of Cups)

There’s joy, companionship, and celebration. Their connection isn’t just intense, it’s fun too. They make each other feel safe enough to celebrate who they are.

Breathe

This card is a pause. A reminder that their bond itself is a safe space. A place where they can just be. And it links back to the message of quiet support: offering each other not just strength, but space to breathe.

Loyal hearts

This card speaks of trust, mutual understanding, and devotion.

The kind where just a glance says: "I'm here. I know you. I’ve got you."

It also reinforces the message of the Four of Pentacles: this relationship is precious and they’re protective of it. They hold it close because it matters that much.

Initiative & Grace

This dynamic is a balance of action and gentleness. Jungkook may lean more toward initiative. Wanting to speak out, take action, protect. Jimin brings in grace, forgiveness, softness, knowing when to pull back. Together, they influence each other’s approach. One steps in where the other needs it most.

Pleasure & Compliments

There’s mutual admiration here. They like each other. They compliment each other. And they find comfort and joy in each other’s presence. It is as simple as that.

Their connection continues to evolve. It’s tender, protective, and honest. When one hurts, the other notices. And no matter what others may say or assume... this bond is theirs. And they’re not giving it up.

Take care!

[anyaeras]

Moya litttle spider || N.Romanoff

Pairing || vampire Natasha Romanoff x AFAB reader

Warning || smut! ,, they/them pronouns ,, reader has a pussy ,, loss of virginity ,, innocent kink (kinda) ,,  possessive ,, a little manipulation ,, Russian usage 

Summary  || y/n was a vampire hunter in their village ,  ended up being fucked by the queen.

FYI || this is short and just smut plus I spent 20 min on it

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Y/n was a hunter, a human hunter at that, known for being ever so brave, the society was split between multiple species, vampires, being one of the dominating species. humans seemed to be on the lower end of the totem pole and would wallow in fear, cowering down to the enhanced.

Tonight was no different than most, y/n was out with the rest of the hunters in the community, their human town was small, but well-kept, and they did well making a system which became their way of living, a few selective people became hunters each person had a different reason for why they were a hunter, which was the most dangerous job, being a Hunter meant constantly putting your life on the line in order to protect your people, most despised the thought of anybody going through that, yet y/n had no one to care for them anyway, their parents were preoccupied, and they never made any friends, they lived as the "wanderer" inside their small town.

"Come on get your shit and let's go, we need to be quick" Kent called out, he was a tall and large man, he was in charge of the hunters for this community, yelling specifically at y/n, they hadn't meant to fall behind just it was a lot for someone their size to carry, that's what they get for being a hunter, shit they only even took this job to try and prove they were worth something to their parents, to show they were just as good as their brothers....

Running to keep up, already a few steps behind y/n was able to catch up to the rest of the squad.

"Draw your weapons" was ordered after a quick rumble with heard between the bushes. Y/n was fumbling with their bow, proceeding to just brush it off and go for a dagger, removing it from their leg holder. Yet in a flash it seemed something had pulled the weapon away. There y/n watched as the whole team ran, fleeing from the situation, leaving no help or communication with y/n, who out of absolute instant stumble back tripping over a long root, cause them to tumble to the ground, as the hunter was trying to pull themself together getting up to run following their group a lengthy hand was felt grasping their arm , panic set in quickly, now holding no weapons having no way to fight back, all y/n could do was try and run, yet due to the firm grasp it seemed the attempts were absolutely pointless, finally the creature who had a hold on y/n flip them around becoming face-to-face with a vampire...not just a vampire clearly a royal vampire.

"Aren't you a little small to be a hunter Дорогой" the red headed women who stood tall above y/n spoke down to them.

Y/n was in a pickle that was for damn sure, no place to run, the idea that this was the end and that this vile creature who stood before them whom might they add was extremely pretty for being a vampire....well what was y/n to compare it to it's not like they've met any other vampires, the only had any idea about them due to story's which have been told throughout the community....but that's besides the point.

"I am not, I am just as capable to be a hunter as any of those men" every small ounce of braveness was pulled from their body as they stood as tall as they possible could in front of the much larger women.

"Aren't you cute, well I'm sure you are just as strong as those big bad men, but maybe even braver they just took off and left you here for me, isn't that right Дорогой" the soft voice was taunting to the young hunter, yet there was nothing they could do about it, the vampire had moved closer one hand reached under y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at the vampire meeting eye to eye.

Y/n tried to pull away but was to no success, being held in a state with the vampire.

"You smell....devine" Natasha's raspy tone was echoing in y/n's head, yet it was quick when Natasha made a move, pushing her lips into y/n's which when y/n didn't entirely pull away a smirk was stuck to her Crimson lips.

"Don't tell me, you enjoy the big scary vampire kissing your lips? Mmm?" The tall vampire teased get a firm "never"' from the human, but that didn't stop her, moving her kisses lower finally to her delight a strangled moan slipped prompting Natasha to go on, something was drawing her to the human clearly going to keep the small being.

"Y/n tell me are you a virgin?" The supernatural asked stoping the sloppy kissed abruptly to ask, noticing y/n's heart race increase telling they were about to lie

"No, I-I'm not" y/n tried to keep a straight face and seem confident in the lie yet the tell tale signs would clearly give y/n away.

"Would you like to say the truth now? Or will I have to do it for you?" The vampire stated with almost a cold expression, which cause the humans cheeks to rush to a rosey shade, the long skinny hands of Natasha started to rome y/n'a body, slipping down into the waistline of their pants feeling the soft underwear material slightly damp causing the women to let out a small laugh.

"Wow for a human who came to kill me, you seen wildly turned on" the teasing only turned y/n's face an even darker shade of red, while Natasha fingers moved pushing past their panties to run her fingers between their folds, coating her cold long fingers in y/n's warm juices, the action caused a choked moan to slip out from them only leading Natasha to smirk.

"Look at you doing so well for your first Дорогой (darling) you will be such a good pet for me, you'll like the castle, it's so much better than the village you come from" Natasha's words went right past y/n, the new found feeling of pleaser overtook their thought process.

Slowly Natasha kept going enjoying how y/n was reacting, getting them hot and bothered while their cunt was just dripping, easily only one finger slipped into y/n, causing them to Yelp at this brand new feeling

"My oh my y/n tell me doesn't that feel good, letting me play with your virgin cunt, you seemed to be enjoying it" Natasha pushed on thrusting the one finger in and out before adding a second one making y/n back arch

"Oh my god, please please don't...don't stop" y/n pleaded with Natasha the pleasure of being penetrated was mind blowing, y/n didn't have it in them to think logically about the fact a vampire was fingering their pussy, all they could do was melt into her hold.

Natasha speed up the movement of her fingers yet when the feeling of needed to Piss came over them they tried their best to push away from the supernatural.

"N-no please stop...gotta pee" the words made the vampire laugh, she then saw how innocent her pet was.

"Shh no, just let go" Natasha said keeping her voice soft, while her free hand moved from supporting y/n who also was leaning in a tree, to placing pressure on their clit. With all the motion y/n was thrown over the edge with a long moan, y/n's cum flushed onto Natasha fingers, yet the vampire didn't remove herself from their pussy until they had a moment to come down from their high, the vampire held the human up with one arm, removing her other hand from their pants licking her fingers clean before turning back to y/n.

"You'll be such, a good good pet Мой маленький паук (my little spider)

[cheezbites]

Dating Ghost

✎: I wrote this very late at night (4:38 am) or very early in the morning - when I was motivated by the sheer amount of notifications from my inbox, ty all sm for the love and support💕!!

♡Summary: Head cannons of dating Ghost <3

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Bf!Ghost has always been a black tea person, either he drank it alongside his breakfast or to calm him down on a rainy day. You were a coffee girl, you would go all out making them - milk, hazelnut syrups, whipped creams… You name it. And from this, another one of your childish inside jokes was born. You were conveniently in the kitchen at the same time as him, making your morning beverages.

“Hm,” you silently thought to yourself, contemplating if your idea was rational enough to act through with.

“Hmmmmm,” he jokingly imitated you, wondering what was on your mind.

You got a separate cup and mixed some of his tea with your coffee. You took the first sip and scorned your face at the unfamiliar yet vaguely distinguishable taste.

Soon he followed, not seeming to be too fond of it at first yet still drinking every last bit.

“Not too bad,” he silently muttered.

And every time you guys were in the kitchen making your daily beverages, the ‘CoTea’ (Coffee and Tea) inside joke was repeatedly brought up.

Bf!Ghost heard a sudden shriek from your bedroom, causing his heart to sink. His thoughts raced faster than the speed of how fast he was approaching your room, desperate to know what it was. What if it was an invader? He wouldn’t be able to live knowing that he wasn’t fast enough to save you from a serious threat, he’d hate himself and feel guilty every single day.

His breathing pattern returned to normal as he sighed in relief when he realised that it was just a spider on your bedroom wall.

“Shit,”

“It’s going to kill me!” You sputtered inattentively as you backed away as far as possible from the ‘murderous pest.’

He stacked a mount of tissues in his hand and effortlessly scooped it up, crushed it into remains of spider limbs and a brown fluid before tossing it in the bin. Shooting you a look that you swore said: ‘Seriously? All that commotion over that?”

“My saviour,” you quipped as you ran up to him and braced him in a tight hug.

Bf!Ghost was used to receiving the “Your eyelashes are so long!” ‘compliment’ from people, mainly from you. It always confused him as to why you pointed it out - maybe it was just a ‘girl thing’ he didn’t understand.

Bf!Ghost was sleep-deprived, sick and unwillingly glued to his bed after days of working, so you took care of him. (At night, when he was complaining about being too cold, you snuggled up next to him and fell asleep in his arms. Maybe he was faking it as an excuse to cuddle you, maybe…) You knew he had an energy drink addiction and some bad eating habits. Since quality meals require time, you poured that time into cooking for him. His gratitude toward you was beyond words, appreciating the care and effort you put into taking care of him. Your cooking not only filled his stomach but also warmed his heart, making every bite a taste of your love.

Bf!Ghost worked out often; so did you. You enjoyed each other's company at the gym, immersing yourselves in the shared playlist and the post-workout rush. His concern for you couldn't be contained. During some weekly sessions, he taught you self-defence techniques, a thoughtful gesture for times he couldn't be by your side.

Bf!Ghost loved making you say ‘please’, even after the smallest of favours. You tried to open your water bottle, but the lid seemed super glued on, you tried repeatedly but your attempts were in vain. You asked him to help you, forgetting one thing:

“Want me to feed you the water as well?” He sarcastically quipped with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh come on babe,”

“And what’s the magic word?” He asked expectedly.

“Please,” you stretched out your ‘please’ jokingly for the sole purpose of teasing him.

He seamlessly removed the lid which astonished you before handing you your water bottle. After all that effort and failed attempts, he made it look so easy.

Bf!Ghost Loathed being away from you; and you felt the exact same way. When he needed to leave or when you were gone, he would try to do things that reminded him of you. When you were teaching him how to cook your signature meals in the kitchen, he was picking up rapidly, improving and learning - soon enough he surpassed you in culinary skills. He remade your recipes to remind himself of you when you weren’t there, and you ‘borrowed’ a few of his hoodies, which were pleasantly engulfed in his scent.

Bf!Ghost Noticed you fell asleep during the horror movie you watched, the last thing he wanted to do was startle you or wake you up. He turned off the TV before heading to your room and placing your favourite blanket over you. He kissed your cheek gently and muttered a silent, “I love you.” Before calling it a night.

Bf!Ghost left wholesome notes for you to discover around the house; the messages were cheesy in the cutest way possible. Either him making you food after a long day of work and leaving it for you in the fridge with a brief note next to it, or a corny compliment stuck on the bathroom mirror for only you to see. It would be something along the lines of:

“Start your day off with a smile love, like the one you never fail to give me♡” (And I feel like this dude would have very messy handwriting, but when writing these notes he tried his best).

Bf!Ghost made most of the decisions in the relationship, you were very indecisive. This is probably the only thing he mildly dislikes about you - you were going through the trials and tribulations of a lifetime over picking between KFC and McDonald’s, you were persistent about what to order too, so he recommended stuff to you or sometimes ordered for you.

(I just know if you both got drinks, he specifically requested only one straw so you guys could share it).

Bf!Ghost was the “‘Scuse me, she asked for no pickles,” boyfriend, who would secure you a refund and a newly made burger, (mainly due to how intimating he gets at times).

You thoroughly enjoyed him looking out for you, though, knowing that he cared that much about you made your heart flutter only from thinking about it.

PART TWO IS OUT!!! <3

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[gaysindistress]

I’m having ✨minthara brain rot✨so suffer with me

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So hear me out; Minthara doesn’t end up with Tav. In fact, Tav goes off with their first romanced, Gale and they get married. Minthara is upset for obvious reasons but she’s not going to beg Tav to stay with her or anything like that. They’re both adults and she refuses to stoop so low as to damage her dignity like that. This leads to her going to the underdark alone and doing a bunch of badass shit (we’ll get there).

The epilogue comes and goes but that’s not where we pick up.

Our story starts about 5 years after that. Tav is being asked to do some adventurer shit that requires them to go to the Underdark. Something about Spawn going missing and Astarion is worried so he asks his friend to help out. Gale isn’t happy about it but he’s not going to stop them either. He and minthara weren’t exactly friendly or even civil most of the time so he’s not thrilled about it. The problem is that Tav refuses to ignore this request and will not say no, leaving Gale in a rather unpleasant position. All he can do is go with Tav and protect them.

Minthara has successfully taken back her family house and is in the process of rebuilding society following the defeat of the Spider-Queen. During all of this, she meets her bride to be, you. Among the many of forlorn travelers and lost souls, a small band of drow find themselves stranded and desperate for a miracle. Your house had been taken during a battle with the Spider-Queen and you have yet to find another house willing to take you in. Minthara comes across your group as her army and her are surveying recent encounters.

A rather foul squelching sound, that of a blade through flesh, rings through the air as Minthara leads her people into the ruins of House Lelith. As she approaches what may have been a a once elegant home, she hears small grunts and huffs coming from just beyond the archway. She sends three soldiers forward in efforts to flank whoever may be inside before taking up the back.

“If you’ve come to finish us off, speak now and I shall grant you the mercy of a quick death,” a soft yet powerful voice murmurs from her left. A sting and a trail of warm blood seeping from it brings shock and mild surprise but nothing is able to shake Minthara to her core as the sight of you.

She spares the briefest of glances towards you and is completely ill prepared for the pandemonium that washes over her.

“Speak before I split your tongue and cleave your heart,” you demand once more and press the blade more so into her neck. She makes no show that it causes her pain aside from the slight flinch of her skin.

“I hold no loyalty to that viper of a queen if that is what you’re asking,” she casually replies while her heart beats wildly. Your armor is in disrepair; bloodied, torn, and hanging together by haphazard threads but you still wear it with pride. The rest of you is a similar state with your hair unbound and wild while spotted with viscera but your beauty is unmatched.

“If not for her, then who?”

“Do you truly not know who i am?”

She can feel your eyes narrow and scrutinize her before you remove your blade and place it in its sheath.

“Minthara of House Baenre of Menzoberranzan,” you state as you prowl around her and stop only when you’re merely inches away, “A former follower of the Absolute and Oathbreaker.”

Her nose flares at your last words, causing you to chuckle as you cross your arms and lean against the archway. “Touch a nerve did I?”

“Are you one of her little spiderlings?” she instead asks, too overcome by you to engage in any form of clever conversation.

“I should think my declaration to sever your head from your body would answer that question, my lady. Or did the tadpole eat away at your brain more than we’ve been led to believe?”

Her small smirk is what captured you and from that day on, you’ve been nearly inseparable. Your romance appeared to be a complete myth as few ever saw you interact outside of political encounters. Those close to you, however, see the small well times glances, the softest of smiles, and the secret touches between the two of you. Minthara may not be outright in her love and devotion for you but she shows it in her fierce desire to protect you. Never out of sight of you, Minthara is always aware of where you are and who is near you. It is rare that she is even out of reach of you but alas duty calls and this is not possible.

In your private quarters, it is an entirely different matter. Her head is forever resting on your shoulder or in your lap as she basks in your warmth and affection. Many nights you take on the task of doing her hair. She lounges in the bath as you gently work through whatever knots and tangles hide in her moon pale strands. By the fire, she’ll rest her head against your knee as she sits between your legs and you brush out her wet hair. Her eyes flutter closed at the care you take to not pull or tug on her scalp. Quiet moans slip out when you graze her ears and when you chuckle at them, she groans out a weak demand to be silent.

“It is you who cannot be silent, my fearsome beloved.”

She’s told you of Tav but to be truthful it is too caught up in the trauma that she suffered under Orin and the Absolute. Thinking of Tav is often too difficult to manage and with you, there is no need to dredge up old wounds as such. That’s not to say you’re unprepared for meeting Tav but let’s be honest with ourselves, anyone would be unprepared to meet the Hero of Baldurs Gate. Everything is a whirl wind upon their arrival with Astarion making his presence well known, Gale and Wyll discussing whatever it is they talk about it, Karlach and Halsin playful daring each other to lift heavy objects. All the while Shadowheart and Tav are quickly discussing something with Minthara and occasionally asking for Astarion’s input. You are standing just beside the door, waiting for your intended and leader to give a command.

Tav makes a comment about the sheer number of people in the room and not so subtly requests the room to be cleared. Minthara glances around and with a slight nod her people file out, leaving the heroic adventure party and yourself. Tav throws a confused look your way as do the others but Minthara ignores it to lead them to the map of the Underdark she has displayed.

Nearly 10 minutes pass before Tav outright asks about your presence and once more requests that you leave. Ever the observers, Shadowheart and Astarion are quick to notice something is different about you. You are not merely a soldier, a trusted advisor even. Much like the first time you met, you’re causally leaning against a pillar with your arms crossed over armor that’s identical to Minthara’s. They share a look of an epiphany before attempting to quiet Tav however their efforts are futile.

As soon as Tav asks who you are and why you’re still here, you take your opportunity to humble the leader.

“Who I am is none of your concern. we are not on the surface where you can demand things because you simply think you are owed them. You’d do well to remember that you are in the Underdark. This is not your domain and thus have no semblance of authority here. All you’re entitled to know is that Minthara, my lady and my leader, trusts me.”

Tav looks absolutely stunned to hear you speak so directly and curtly but it is Minthara who has the most shocking reaction. She calls to you drow, beckoning you closer because you’re too far from her as is and she may or may not be feeling the urge to ravish you in front of everyone. Minthara may not be one for displays of affection but her not correcting you makes it very clear that you are the single most important person to her and she values you above all else.

Tav be damned.

[plasmas-arcade]

Bucky Has a Thing for Spiders and Redheads - 18+

Collaboration with @over-usedlittlespoon

Summary: The Winter Soldier experiences passion and humanity for the first time, getting him and Black Widow in some hot water.

Themes/Tags/Warnings: Smut 18+, Angst leading into smut, bucky as the winter soldier, rough sex, abuse by HYDRA

Word Count: 3.9k

The Winter Soldier is a simple object. A simple thing to please. It craves attention. Craves validation. It watches a woman block punch after punch and is angered by the way its handlers look disappointed in it. Humanity flashes in the asset’s eyes as it watches the woman through the blinds of her window, its own not too far away. Their missions rarely overlapped like this. Such was luck as the asset felt something in its gut at the sight of her built form, hard to see through the gaps in the shades. It was not to grow attached. It was not to feel.

Natalia senses his presence. She had noticed him watching her, observing her. She couldn't be sure he wasn't asked to do so by the handlers, or if he really was taking interest. It was hard for her to believe anyone would take interest in her like that. She was nothing more than a weapon, after all, just like him. 

"Quit hiding." She says casually as she cleans her weapon, making sure it's fully functional and loaded. "Come out."

The asset doesn’t jump. Barely reacts as it fully pushes open the window to its temporary apartment, climbing out onto the fire escape. For once the asset is dressed casually, a baggy shirt and soft looking pants hugging its form. If the asset had a choice, it would wear its uniform to bed, but the handlers did not approve of the way it slept. Such fickle people. “I’m not hiding.”

Natalia was in a loose-fitting t-shirt herself, and a pair of soft shorts, exposing her pale, toned legs. 

She brushes some red hair behind her ear, quirking a brow. "Fine. Not hiding, lurking. Quit lurking." She says, holding up the weapon to inspect it, then setting it aside. 

"Why are you watching me?" She asks suspiciously, looking him over. Like this, he seemed less like a soldier. More human.

The soldier perks at the question, mulling it over as it swings down to perch itself in Natasha’s window, its bare feet gripping the windowsill so it does not fall back. “You are not like the other soldiers.” It’s not sure what it means by that, but it’s sure the asset will figure it out.

Natalia narrows her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "I haven't done anything wrong. There's nothing to give to the handlers." She says coldly, fully expecting the soldier to be spying on her so she could be punished.

“…You interest me.” Unlike the other soldiers, curiosity cannot be removed from its mind. It was not trained from a child. It can be dehumanized, but never controlled fully. Its memories will continue to return. Memories of who it once was. “Who are you, Widow?”

Nat hesitates, her expression remaining neutral. She wants to unmask, let her guard down. She wants to so badly. But she knew better than that. 

"Natalia." She says simply. "The best product of the Black Widow program and fully trained asset." She says, the line clearly rehearsed. "I am nothing else. You know this." 

Even she knew that she couldn't hide the humanity in her voice. Remnants of what they weren't able to erase. Memories of a life before.

She sighs. "Who are you, Winter Soldier?"

“James.” It shows her the tags from under its clothes. “At least, I think I am.” 

It doesn’t know what itches it to move into the room. Getting closer to her. Too close. 

It is unarmed. Not a threat to her safety, but a threat to her mask. A threat to her skillful black heart. 

It felt yearning for once in its life. Not even before HYDRA did it feel yearning like this. A need to know her. It has heard story after story about Black Widow. A woman who could kill without being given a name or face. You can’t hide from someone like that. 

It didn’t want to hide. Not anymore.

Natalia blinks, her eyes widening slightly. James. An actual name. She didn't think he would have one, or at least, remember one. Soldat was never addressed by a name. 

She tenses up as he gets closer, but she doesn't move. Just the brush of his clothes against her skin was exhilarating. Non-combative human contact, for once. She didn't want to run away from it. 

"You shouldn't know a name." She comments. "Where did you get those?" 

She carefully touches the tags, inspecting them.

“A soldier works better with sleep. I found them. Wear them at night. They help me sleep-“ It hears rustling behind the door, and the asset is gone. Almost like it was never there to begin with. 

It is gone, but the tension in the room lingers. The passion. The humanity.

Nat's face starts to soften, then returns to neutral as she hears the rustle. She turns to look, then when she looks back, he's gone. 

And she wants to see him again. 

It isn't long before they are on a mission together again, walking down an empty, broken Slovakian village street. Everyone is either hiding in their homes, or gone. Nat and Bucky were here for the aftermath of the initial covert attack. 

Nat stops outside a shop window, staring into it. In the display is a little doll, with a pink, frilly dress. She tilts her head, her face impossible to read as she observes it. She seems to forget where she is, forget Soldat is nearby.

The soldier grips its weapon tighter as it notices her get distracted. “Eyes on the job, Widow.” It takes note of what she’s watching. Takes note of the way it can’t seem to read what she is thinking. It watches her with attention it didn’t give to anything else, not even its work. 

It pays one last glance to the doll in the glass window, letting its metal fingers press against the fragile material. It would smash through it if it didn’t think about how the doll would be ruined by the glass shards. 

“Let’s go, Widow. No time.”

Nat snaps out of it, shaking her head. She quickly composes herself, her expression hardening. "Right." She says, not apologizing. Not showing weakness. She quickly turns on her heel, marching down the street. 

Stupid. She was stupid. Stopping for a silly doll. What did she care for a doll, anyways? She was a soldier, that was it. How many times did she have to be told? 

She spots a young man in camouflage and doesn't hesitate to take out a handgun and fire, instantly blowing a hole through his head. His body crumples to the ground. 

"идиот." She mutters. Idiot.

The soldier follows along, watching her. If anything, it felt like it was on babysitting duty. Why was it needed here when Widow was so powerful on her own? It’s question is answered when the two of them return to their rooms battered from an explosion. The job was done. That’s all that matters as it approaches her window, before hesitating. It finds itself glancing down at the street. 

It knows what it has to do. 

It ventures out to the street, searching through the block, its metal arm covered by a sleeve and a glove so it will not be spotted.

Natalia cleans herself up, looking tired. She wraps a gash on her arm, not wincing as she ties it off with her teeth. 

She pops herself onto her bed, her wet curls springing wildly from her head. She falls face-first onto the mattress, groaning softly. She was glad Soldat... James... Was there today. Made it easier than usual. Plus, he wasn't a chatty company on missions, which she liked.

There’s a loud crack as the asset snaps the lock off Widow’s window. It clambers inside once it has the window open, sitting on the windowsill. “Natalia.” For the first time it addresses her by her name. It has something clutched in his arm, but it’s hard to see the object from the poor lighting.

Natalia shoots up, grabbing a pistol from under her mattress and aiming. Luckily for James, she spots it's him, and relaxes. "Jesus, you..." She almost said 'scared'. "Try knocking next time." She huffs, stuffing the gun back under her mattress as she sits down. 

She looks away from him briefly, a tiny smile curling at her lips. 

He called her by her name. 

"What's that?" She asks, motioning to his arm as she looks back over to him.

The asset pads over, its boots making little to no noise as it steps towards her. It sets the small thing on the mattress, backing away slightly. 

It looks for approval on her face. 

It has left her a gift. Like a cat leaving a rat at your door and hoping you accept it as a token of its love. 

A doll. A doll in a frilly dress. A doll that looks like it had been carried delicately. Not a speck of dirt or grime. Pristine and perfect. 

The asset wanted to be perfect for her.

Natalia looks suspicious as he comes over, but her face very slowly changes as she sees what he's placed in front of her. 

She stares at it for a long moment, then carefully takes it, brushing its hair with her fingers gently. She then holds it to her chest, drawing up her knees and curling up like a child. For the first time in front of the soldier, she smiles. 

"Thank you." She says softly, her eyes glistening as she looks up at him. She stays curled up, leaning back against the wall and toying with the pretty dress. She looks at it fondly, her face seeming younger. Like ten years had been shaved off.

The asset looks pleased that it’s done something good. Something good that wasn’t asked of it. 

The soldier watches her fiddle with the toy, its eyes softening, if only a little. It was a weapon. One with a use. One it wasn’t so sure of after seeing the youthful look on this woman’s face.

It approaches her carefully, pressing the doll against her chest. 

“They cannot take this from you.”

Natalia looks a little sad. "They might find it." She says quietly, hugging the doll close. She looks at James with worried eyes, knowing that they wouldn't stop at taking it. They'd punish her for having it too. 

"I won't tell them you gave it to me, if they do." She assures him, smiling with a kindness she hadn't been able to display in a very, very long time.

The asset nods, before picking its hands up, signing something at her, before it darts out the window, barely making it up to its room before someone barges into it, yelling in a mix of Russian and German at it. That was something they had done for a while now. Something that disoriented the asset and made it lose track of its thoughts. Its body collides with the wall and it doesn’t fight back as it is beaten. 

“We are free when we are together.”

Natalia covers herself with her blanket, hiding herself and the doll as she cuddles it close. 

She repeats the phrase he signed in her head. 

"We are free when we are together." 

She closes her eyes tightly as she hears the yelling, placing her mind somewhere else. Somewhere that was fuzzy, but wasn't erased. 

She's able to hold onto the precious gift for a little while, until naturally it's found. A handler has her on her knees in front of other officials and soldiers milling about, shaking the doll in front of her face and spitting in Russian. Natalia grits her teeth, her eyes swimming with tears as she's scolded.

The soldier tries not to watch, keeping its eyes on the money and weapons it’s sorting into its bag. It knows if it admits to having given the doll to her, it will be so much worse for the both of them. 

No one pays attention to the soldier. The soldier goes under the radar. The soldier can do what it pleases as long as it is not caught out of line. It never has been. The soldier is a good toy. 

A toy. A toy they play with whenever they please.

Natalia yelps as her hair is grabbed, and the handler drags her as she kicks. 

"Tell me why I shouldn't put you in isolation!" 

"Please! It was just a doll, I'm sorry!" She cries, and the man stops, kicking her harshly in the stomach. 

"Look at you! Crying! Soft! Pathetic!" He snarls, kicking her again so she falls onto her side. She cowers from him, knowing better than to fight back. 

"You are not a person, soldier. You are a weapon." He bends down, grabbing her by the throat and pulling her up. "Say it." 

Natalia chokes, clawing at his arm. "I'm... Not a person..." She gasps. 

"Say it!" 

"I am... A weapon..." 

The man shoves her down, and she coughs and gasps for breath. 

"I think a few days of isolation would be good for you." He says, and two men in matching uniforms grab her up by her arms, dragging her to an elevator. 

The soldier was aware that the isolation rooms weren't carefully monitored. People were lucky if someone came down three times a day to leave food.

The soldier came up with excuse after excuse. 

“She needs to be taught a lesson.” It snaps as it shoves past a fellow soldier, marching down the hall until it rounds the corner. It sighs, padding down the hall until it reaches her door. “…Natalia?” It crouches down, pulling out the food it had packaged and hidden under its shirt. It slides the food under the door to her.

Natalia has curled up in the corner of the small, concrete room, sniffles echoing off the walls. She hated this room. She hated, hated it. 

She wipes her face with her hands as the food is slid into the room, and she moves over to it, taking it carefully. "James?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You shouldn't be here..."

“According to them, I’m beating you.” It sounds pleased with its excuses. The soldier is trusted. 

The soldier obeys.

The soldier wants a new master. Wants a smarter master. The soldier wants her to control it, just as she’s controlling its emotions.

Natalia can't help but chuckle a little. "Good. Smart." She says, moving her hand to take his from under the door. 

"Thank you, James. You are kind. A kind man." She says, emphasizing the human terminology.

“Kind soldier.” It corrects, taking her hand in his flesh one. It felt wrong to touch her with the weapon attached to its body.

Natalia squeezes his hand gently. She'd bring the human out in him eventually. Just like he did for her. 

"Stay with me for a bit?" She asks hopefully. "Just long enough to say you got in a good beating."

“Fine.” The soldier huffs, pushing the door open and slipping inside. “…Do you mind loud noises?”

Nat shakes her head, unwrapping the food he brought. "Nope. Go ahead." She says, knowing what he's about to do.

The soldier lets out its pent up emotions on the poor metal chair in the room, bending and contorting it as the asset screams in Russian.

Natalia watches him as she eats, observing the emotions on his face. "Good." She says between bites. "Get it out."

“The asset is a good toy. The asset behaves and does what it is told. The asset is nothing without its handlers.” The soldier punches the wall harshly. “The! Asset! Doesn’t! Feel!” It punctuates each word with another punch.

Natalia carefully stands up, placing her hands on his shoulders, hushing him gently. 

"James." She says softly. "James, look at me."

The asset pants as it calms down, looking at her with fiery eyes. “What?”

Natalia gently takes his face in her hands. "You aren't a toy. Not to me." She says carefully. "With me, you are just James. Okay?"

“The asset obeys.” It fires back, tears gathering in its eyes.

"I know." She says, caressing his cheek gently. "I know. It's okay." She smiles sadly. "We are free when we are together, remember?"

“I want you. The asset doesn’t want.” It bites out, its hands shakily touching her hips.

Natalia nods. "That's because James wants me." She says, letting his hands move wherever he likes. "It's okay. You can touch me." She says, gently moving his hair from his face.

“It’s okay?” The asset looks hesitant as its hands raise, nudging under her shirt. It doesn’t remember the last time it did something like this, but the memories are hot and stir something in it. It’s cock starts to harden, pressing against Natasha’s thigh as it pulls her closer.

Natalia nods, her breath quickening. "Mhm." She says, taking his hands and guiding them under her shirt and to her breasts. "There you go." She says, smiling softly. "A treat, since you were so kind." 

She reaches down with one hand, gently cupping his oversized cock. "That for me?" She asks with a small chuckle.

The asset’s cheeks tinge pink as it averts its eyes, its hands showing an eager, more dominant side as it unclips her bra from the front, cupping her breasts. It gasps softly, a soft moan leaving it as her palm presses against its hard cock. “I-I think so.”

She doesn't feel afraid of him. This isn't one of the handlers using her like an object. James is safe. James is different. 

"Take me." She whispers in his ear. "I want you inside me." She purrs, then gently kisses his neck, rubbing his trapped cock teasingly.

The asset spins them both, pinning her down on her back against the cold metal table. “I want you. I need you.” The asset reaches down to unzip and unbutton its pants, moving them and its boxers down enough to expose its thick and throbbing cock.

Natalia grins, pushing her shirt up and wiggling to get out of her pants. 

"I'm strong." She says, looking him in the eyes. "I can take you." 

She pulls off her shirt, exposing her pale breasts, firm from the muscle underneath. She leaves the pants for him to enjoy taking off, smiling up at him excitedly. She hadn't felt like this... Ever.

The soldier is ginger with taking her pants off, its face flushing more at the sight of her nearly bare. “You’re my freedom. My ecstasy. My love.” It admits, tired of watching from afar. Tired of pining for a woman it could only dream of having. It runs its hands along her body, before spitting on its flesh one and slicking up its length.

Natalia pushes herself up, grabbing his face and bringing him into a passionate kiss. "I need you James." She whispers into his  lips, "I love you. The real you." 

She carefully takes away her panties, her pussy already wet and slick from excitement. 

"Show me your love."

“Thank you, Natalia.” It kisses back with everything it can. It might not be human yet, but it sure as hell felt like it. It uses its metal fingers to spread her lips apart, pushing its cock into the waiting heat, groaning with pleasure as it’s taken in.

The sheer size causes her to cry out, falling back on the table as it moves deeper inside her. "Fuck!" She moans, not worried about noise - they think she's being beaten, after all. 

She looks up at James with flushed cheeks, her expression vulnerable. She was willing to submit to him. Only him.

“Good girl. Good… So good…” The asset watches her unravel under it, pushing its cock until its balls press against her ass. It pins her down with its metal hand, its flesh one moving to squeeze her thigh. 

“Everything I am. Everything I know. I will give it to you.”

The redhead whines as his cock pushes so deep that a bump appears in her belly, and she looks up at him adoringly. 

"You're mine, aren't you?" She asks, reaching up to touch his face. "My sweet boy..."

“There’s nothing sweet about what I’m about to do to you.” It growls, pressing against the spot its cock is pushing at.

She moans, squirming under his metal hand. "Fuck me!" She barks out, "Do it!"

It smirks at her, pulling its cock out before shoving it back in in one swift motion, setting a pace of fast and harsh thrusts. “Take it then!”

She cries out as he thrusts inside her, and she claws at the metal table. Deep giggles of lust bust from her lungs, and a lazy smile paints itself on her lips. 

"Yes, yes! Good boy..."

The asset leans over her, digging its nails into her thigh as it thrusts, not remembering where it had learned to do things so vulgar. 

"How does it feel? How do I feel?" It's not sure in which way it is asking the question.

Natalia moans loudly, her back arching. "So good! You feel so good, James..." She says, making a point to use his name. "Hold me," she says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

The asset hefts her up into its arms, "Legs around my waist." It holds her by her hips, pinning her body against the wall as it gets a deeper thrust with the different position.

Natalia wraps her strong legs around him, letting out a sharp cry as he moves deeper inside her. "Fuck!" She claws at his back harshly, nipping at his neck.

"Not too hard. They'll know." It moves one of its hands up to her neck, wrapping it around and squeezing a bit.

Natalia chokes, her face turning red as she loses her ability to speak. She still smiles, however, her body moving with each thrust.

The asset is harsh and rough. Not because it was trained to be, but because this is what it wanted. It wants to hear her desperation. The sound of skin against skin and its metal hand knocking against the cold and hard wall. It loosens its grip, snarling at her. “Start talking. Want to fuck that voice right out of you.”

Natalia cries out, gasping for breath as his hand is removed. "Fuck... Fuck!" She growls, "Fuck me like you mean it! Do it! Oh, god..." She moans as she feels him drive his cock deeper.

“Bet I’m so damn lucky, ain’t I? Getting this body all to myself.” It reaches out to play with her chest, its body tensing up as it nears its orgasm. “I-Inside?” It looks hesitant, like it is undeserving of her body.

She nods quickly. "Yes, yes inside. Please." She grabs his face, pulling him into a kiss. "Do it!" She cries, bucking her hips to help his cock go even deeper inside her.

The soldier groans as its cock is milked by her tight pussy, its cum easily filling her up as it thrusts through the aftershocks.

Natasha tenses as she orgasms, then relaxes, letting herself enjoy her now sensitive pussy getting fucked. "Mmmn..." She moans, looking at the soldier with adoration.

Bucky took the beating from his handlers for being late for his mission, regardless of if he got his target or not. He took each strike of the short whip to his back, each shock of the taser to his back. He showed little emotion, saving what he has for her.

For Natalia. 

[the-iron-shoulder]

Gonna say something that’s gonna maybe make people mad but whatever

so Rise was my first MonHun game. I do not know anything that happened before it. I put well over a thousand actual hours into Rise but I don’t have all the history of what came before. I am fully, 100%, absolutely admittedly, a Rise baby.

I’m about a day into Wilds (I’m at the Basin now) and… I’m really enjoying it, but it’s weird how much they removed from the game compared to Rise. The vibe I get is that, like, this is the GBA version (remember in the early 2000s when games would have a console version and a portable version and they were often wildly different despite having the same title?) and they just didn’t have the resources to have Spiribirds, or Wirebugs, or Hunting Helpers, or the ability to lock the camera on the monster (yes yes Focus Mode I don’t care let me see the fucker), or the ability to climb walls, or Switch Skills (maybe we’ll get those later??), or…

I mean I’m enjoying Wilds a lot and I can tell that I’ll be putting many many happy hours into it, but it’s just very striking to me how much stuff that I assumed was, like, integral to the series apparently really was just unique to Rise, but then wasn’t really replaced with anything?

I mean the hook slinger is cute and all, it’s nice to be able to pick mushrooms while riding my Palamute Seikret, but, well, what did I gain in exchange for giving up Being Spider-Man All The Time? I guess maybe swapping weapons on your chicken is the equivalent of switch skills maybe, not really far enough in to see detailed benefits of that yet but I’m open to the possibility (though I also feel like, at high levels when your skill/decoration loadout needs to be really customized for each weapon, that might be challenging). Hopefully I’ll eventually get more flexibility in cooking meals to customize my buffs, which is why I’m not counting that as something lost (though I do miss having the adorable kitties cook it for me… but having it last multiple missions is good).

Ah well, it’s fine, I’m still gonna keep playing and I’m still gonna keep having fun. I just. Miss being Spider-Man.

[quackity1999]

You say you've built this city to prey on others' fears, Quackity. A nation in the business of souls. Every lost soul that comes here is trapped by your web of slots and blinking lights, their every whim dictated by the spider at the center with all the power. You say you aren't a dictator.

I have a question for you. Do you think that Sarah at the gas station cares what you call yourself when she's paid in casino tokens? When Sarah knows there's no way she'll ever have a say? You write the orders after all. She won't do a thing when the debt collectors come breaking down her door, you know, because she knows there's no help coming.

You're running away from something. Death. Obscurity. The Past. You fear death so much you picked up torture as a side hobby to try and escape it. At the center of the web, you are the spider, but I don't think you've ever stepped outside the threads of power you wove. You're as trapped by fear as every other soul you lured here.

You built Las Nevadas to sate a need for power, Quackity. You and you alone write the laws. Maybe you aren't a dictator, but one can't help but notice that there's no vice president. You aren't a tyrant, but everyone who stands against your values is quietly removed. You have the final say in everything, big or small, and it's tearing you apart. Really, you can't be a dictator.

You dip your fingers into the oil that smooths your city's run. The feeling of control it gives you is better than any high you used to partake in. I don't think you've let yourself notice the way the gears have started to cut into your skin- you're reaching too deep. You won't stop. You're fueled by the fear of death and the fear of failure, and the fear that eventually everything you've forcefully molded together with your own hands will fall apart and leave nothing but dust and scars, and the machine is consuming you.

Your web is fraying and you will never be able to keep up. Little spider, maybe what you say is true. But know the souls you exchange like driftchips will collect your debt eventually. Quackity, when they break down your door, will you fight?

[ STEP ONE: CORRECTION. ]

i don't pay people in tokens, it's a literal currenc—

[ STEP TWO: DENIAL. ]

and it's not like i fucking run away from anything! i'm not a pussy, okay, i face shit head on, just like a president should—

[ STEP THREE: NEGOTIATION. ]

. . if you sincerely think i'm a dictator, which is laughable in itself, then i can offer you the law of the land so you know what's up. see? / yeah. jeez, dude; i get it, i know your financials might be tight right now, but i'm more than happy to give you some assistance and book you into a free suite a—

[ STEP FOUR: DISTRACTION. ]

ha. uh— there's— look, i gotta run. i'm sorry, i am, but there's a meeting in like, ten fuckin' minutes and i can't afford to miss it if i wanna keep this nation running.

[ REMINDER: leave any and all report summaries on my desk. no, it's okay, i got it. oh, fuck, there's more imports coming today? yeah, just bring that to my office, i'll do it. if the guy won't return the stolen chips then, i dunno, let him off with a warning and a ban. i'll contact — i'll handle — i'll control — i've got it. you'll let me have this, okay? great. thanks. ]

see ya round!

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Supply Run-Natasha X Reader

Special Thanks to @tragedy-of-commons for looking over the fight scene!

You ran through the streets of rivet town, dodging past the Fragentum corrupted creature’s as best you can, avoiding them where you could, and blocking their path when possible.

You had to get these supplies back to Wildfire.

Nat needed them for the sick and the injured.

One of the robots swung its chainsaw, narrowly avoiding taking your head off as you slid under it.

Thinking quickly, you knocked over a stack of boxes, blocking your path as you continued to run.

You were close, all you had to do was get across the bridge.

The stairs were right in front of you, you just needed to get up them and get across the bridge then you were home free.

Getting up the stairs was easy, you were up them in a flash.

However, getting across… not so much.

There was a Fragentum monster at the other end.

It was made of glowing blue ice that, even from across the bridge, radiated a cold that cut through your clothes. Not to mention, the dangerous looking halberd that could cut you in two if you made the wrong move.

But you had to get past it.

The only other way off the bridge was to jump and… well, you liked being able to walk.

So, that left you with one option.

You walked towards the creature, removing the satchel Nat gave you and gently placing it on the ground.

The beast began to march towards you, Halberd at the ready and the bone chilling cold growing sharper and sharper with every step you took towards it.

You closed your fists tight.

Time to see if growing up down here and those pointers Oleg gave you paid off.

You began to run at the creature.

It did the same.

This was a gamble.

You readied yourself for what you hoped would come next.

These types of Fragentumn creatures had a pattern they liked to follow.

A pattern this one followed to a T.

The Fragentum monster swung its down halberd, in response you sidestepped the strike, the weapon burying itself in the ground. Acting quickly, you stepped on the haft of the weapon, keeping it in place as you pulled back a powerful left overhand and then fired it into the icy creature's face, sending it spinning away without its weapon and leaving your hand covered in frost. You did not have time to care about this as the monster was stunned, giving you the perfect opportunity to capitalize on its weakness.

Rushing the beast you dodge under the wild strike it made with its fist and hit it with an uppercut, sending cracks spider webbing across its face and sending it stumbling back where you kick it in the side of its ribs, forcing it to crash into the railings of the bridge over the entrance of rivet town. Next you pulled the monster of the railing before grabbing it by the head and slamming it into the side of the railing, creating even more cracks and sending into the ground in a heap before following up with a vicious kick to the chin that sent it to the ground before stomping on the head, shattering it like glass under your boot.

As the creature faded away you leaned on the railing, panting.

“That was way too close.” You muttered to yourself through panted breaths as you leaned on the railing, ignoring the stabbing feeling in your hands.

Still, you had Nat her supplies.

Now all you needed was to get back to town, then you can get checked out.

And probably chewed out, but it always came from a place of love.

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“-And that, my good friends in The Moles, is why I am- OW! -Sitting here, having pieces of ice taken out of my hands. Now, what did we learn?” you asked the group as Natasha continued to remove the shards of ice from your hands.

They were not particularly deep, barely piercing the skin, however, the cold of them mixed with the heat of Natasha’s clinic, made your hands feel especially tender.

Hook was the first to speak.

“You should be ready to sacrifice life n’ limb for the greater good!”

Immediately you and Natasha both made a very clear buzzer sound and said “Try again!”

“To get better at fighting monsters?” Hook asked.

Another buzzer sound came from you and Nat.

Hook sighed.

“Is it not to go to Rivet Town and not to pick fights with monsters?”

“Correct! That is one gold star for you!” you and Natasha exclaimed with a smile.

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Soon after, Hook and her gang left the clinic. Though, not without extorting some candy from Natasha first.

“You really let those little rascals run roughshod all over the place, don’t you?” you asked as Natasha tenderly wrapped your hands in bandages.

“It's better they cause chaos where I can see them as opposed to where I can’t.” Natasha responded with a slight smile.

“Heh, can’t argue with that line of thinking, love.” you muttered as the good doctor finished bandaging your wounds.

“Good, because I’m right.” Nat said before kissing you on the cheek and pulling you up from the chair where you managed to take a few steps before beginning to stumble and almost falling.

Luckily, Natasha caught you before you did.

“Ugh, I feel terrible. What was in that ice?” you asked her as a sudden wave of nausea and tiredness came over you.

“An extremely concentrated amount of Fragentum Energy which you were exposed to for several hours.

“That’ll do it…” you muttered as you followed Natasha’s lead.

“You need a good night’s rest, you’ll feel right as rain in the morning.” Natasha told you as she shuffled along while holding you up.

“What even is rain?” you asked in your barely lucid state.

“The old stories say it's water that falls from the sky, much like snow.”

“Sounds weird.” you muttered as Natasha opened the door to the room the two of you shared.

“I agree.” Natasha responded as she dropped you onto the bed.

“Now then, you need to get some rest. I’ll be back to check on you in- WHOA!” Natasha exclaimed as she was pulled into bed with you and into a hug.

For a moment, the two of you were silent.

“Did you plan this?” Nat asked as she wrapped her hands around you.

“Fistfighting a Fragentum Monster? No. Getting you into bed so you get sleep? Yes.” you muttered as your tiredness began to take you.

“Dear, we’re still in our day clothes.” Natasha muttered as she began to grow tired as well.

She received no response save for soft snores.

“Sigh I guess… it’ll be… fine…” Natasha thought to herself as her thoughts began to grow sluggish and her eyes began to shut.

[jxckchxmpi0n]

Hi there. I was wondering if you could do a Spider-Man Ethan x fem!reader where the reader has feelings for Spider-Man and doesn’t know its her friend Ethan who she also grew up having a crush on. Every night the her and Spider-Man talk and hang out on the roof of her apartment. One of the nights there is so much tension that they end up doing the famous Spider-Man kiss. Feelings on both ends are confessed, but Ethan refuses to fully take off his mask. But then one night Spider-Man is extremely injured and loses a lot of blood. So the reader ends up patching him up and has to remove his mask to reveal that it’s her friend Ethan that she’s always had feelings for. Then it can end spicy from there with whatever you’re comfortable writing.

Thank you 😊

OMG! 🕸🕷 I love this idea - ugh, I'm gonna have so much fun writing this ahhhhhh hope you enjoy love 🌼

Two Hearts

Summary : You have a crush on your best friend Ethan- but growing close with Spiderman, and also sharing those same feelings leaves you confused. A rough night for Spiderman ends up revealing secrets.

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Word count: 3.0k

Warning: Angst, fluff, swearing, blood, mentions of death, slight NSFW.

I love how much music affects my writing. Listened to "hopeless romantic soft mix" while writing this. Made me kick my feet and giggle!! ALSO, THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I HAVE WRITTEN ANNNDDD OH MY GOS I AM SO IN LOVE

There was a new superhero in town, and boy did that 'Spiderman' have all the girls' hearts. He sure had yours, but he will never be Ethan- Ethan was your best friend. He has been by your side since you could remember.

Any person that would see you together thought you were dating, but you weren't. The thought of telling Ethan you liked him - oh boy. That would be the last thing you would do. HE GIVES YOU BUTTERFLIES!!! he makes your stomach turn, and those chocolate brown eyes always make you want to grab his face and smother him in kisses.

Your little daydreams got carried away sometimes, staring off into space when you hang out with him. "y/n, you there?" Shaking the thoughts away, you nod. He then just continues on about science.

But this Spiderman, saving people, helping the elder, oh what a dream he seemed very sweet and always helped no matter how minor the "crime" was.

Not knowing who he was drove New York crazy the secret identity was smart and cool, but it really started to pick up in the school halls.

How old was he?

Was 'he' he or 'she'?

How did they become super?

You were always talking about the latest crime fight Spiderman had done, digging into conspiracies, which always made Ethan laugh.

Lately, you haven't been able to hang out with Ethan as much as he signed up for active work at the police station with his dad. Most nights, he would be busy with his dad doing simple desk work and / or join him in a ride along. So, being on your own was the new daily.

It started a few weeks ago. Slowly, you noticed webs around your neighborhood buildings. 'Maybe Spiderman came through.' he was always around this part of town, so it made sense.

As the school days died down and the city got louder at night, you would relax on the rooftop of your apartment. Being so high in the sky, being able to see over it, was refreshing. Turning your music off, you'd listen to the sounds around you as your mind filled with thoughts. Homework would also fill the gap.

It wasn't until the second week of being on the rooftop that something wild happened. As you sat playing music going over your English notes, right across the street, Spiderman stood watching you. He didn't want to seem like a creep - well, standing in a head-to-toe body suit watching from a rooftop seemed weird, but he kept it lowkey.

He liked seeing you in such peace, sitting looking down at the people who roamed the streets, or how you would lay on your back looking at the sky. You were so beautiful in his eyes. He was so drawn to you, he couldn't just stay away.

Before he realized what he was doing, his arm straightened out activating his webs. Putting his full body weight in the web, he swung over he landed on the opposite side of the roof near you. Why was he so nervous, you don't know who he is! What if this ends up bad! wait, you don't know who he is! this is perfect.

"Why do you sit up here?" he spoke before he could process. The sudden voice made you jump and yelp a little. Looking around, you saw him. He stood a few feet away from you.

'Spiderman, oh my gosh, it's Spiderman,' you thought, your mind racing with so many questions. 'Why is he up here?' 'is this fake' ?Did I fall asleep again?'

"What? are- this- I- Are you really here?" he couldn't help but laugh at your comment and walked closer. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears.

"Well, duh," he tried to sound smooth, but his voice ended up cracking while he sat in front of you. You laughed as he tried to buff up his look.

"So? Why are you sitting up here?" he tilted his head to the side in a questioning way. The spider eyes on the mask opening and closing softly.

"It's peaceful up here, I get to see the city, and no one else comes up here so it's like the perfect place to escape for a little" your heart ached, you wished Ethan wasn't always so busy so you could take him up here.

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. 'How was he just so calm sitting here with me, like this is normal?'

"I'm sorry, as much as I think this is cool - uh, what are you doing here? Don't you have some crime to fight?" You threw some fake punches his way, laughing to ease your awkwardness.

"I mean, yeah, but it's a slow day, and I just saw you hanging out here. I've actually seen you here a lot the past few weeks, so you know, I just thought I'd see what you do. " he was blushing so hard under the mask, and his body was warm. 'Don't sound like a perv!'

"Do you do this a lot? spy on people?" Your voice is playful and light.

"Me? Well, psh No, I-I haven't done this before. Is it weird - oh, did I make you uncomfortable?!" As he spoke, his voice started to hold some panic.

"What - no, you didn't- NO this is cool! It's cool. I swear, I mean, you're Spiderman, like how wouldn't this be cool."

He felt a little better knowing it didn't make you uncomfortable. Hours had passed, and you talked about what it's like to fight crime and how he got his powers.

This soon became a regular occurrence. Every other night, he would show up and tell you the star crime of the day. You would bring extra drinks and food and give some to him. He would always turn around, or you would close your eyes when he ate/drank.

The feelings you had for him grew into an actual crush, now that you knew him - somewhat you felt like you could trust him.

After a few months, things started to change. He would tease you as you would do the same. Playful touching, whispering as he was inches away from your face. He grew so comfortable around you that he would sit shoulder to shoulder with you.

The smell of his calonge would fill your nose, a sense of familiar came to mind. The tension between you two could be cut by a knife, long shared glances, his body pressed into yours when he would give you his web shooters and show how to use them.

"Would you ever feel comfortable enough to take your mask off?" You sat on the edge of the rooftop with him right next to you, your hands resting near one another. The city lights shined on your face as he looked at you, a soft blush rose to your cheeks.

"Uh, maybe. I'm just scared. " he looked away, not wanting to face you.

"You don't have to be scared," you hand reached for his face, pulling it to face you. Even if you can't see his eyes, you knew they were looking right back at you. "You have my trust, and I promise not to break it," your voice was stern, yet like butter to his ears. His gloved hand went to yours, holding it closer to his face, leaning into your touch, the warmth of your hand seeping into his suit.

"It's getting pretty late; I should get going." Your hand fell from his face, and he nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You were already walking towards the door with your bag over your shoulder.

"Yeah, of course!" he smiled under the mask matching the one you wore. Turning around, you could hear the web shooters, meaning he was leaving, but to your surprise, he hung over the door by his web. Looking up, your eyes followed it to the billboard.

"Only a little." He couldn't trust his own voice. He was nervous. 'Did she understand?'

The sound of cars honking and people shouting started to drown out as you stepped closer. 'Was he sure about this?' Your hands got closer to his neck, finding the edge of the mask. "Are you sure?" concerned you asking, pressured him.

"Yes, please." it almost sounded like a whine.

Pulling the mask over his chin past his lips; you stopped right before his nose. Your heart was beating very fast, feeling it in your throat, the butterflies in your stomach, it was driving you insane.

You could see he was blushing, some moles on his face near his lips. His lips, they looked so soft, and your hands held both sides of his face like he was going to get away. Your right hand let go though, reaching to trace his lips; they were soft, but also chapped. Both of your breaths were picking up.

"Please y/n," His voice whining again.

Pulling you out of your trance, you leaned in, "You're so beautiful."

Your lips clashed with his, inhaling his scent. This was heaven. The kiss was rough, the tension finally catching up. Teeth brushing each other sightly, you could feel his head pushing into yours. He wanted more, and so did you. Your lungs were burning gasping for air, but you didn't want to pull away, no, not yet. 'What if this is the only time I can kiss him, feel him?'

He was the first to pull away gasping for air. He just kissed you after wanting to for so long. "I'd like to do that again sometime." he was smiling so wide, being able to see it made your heart do flips.

"You know where to find me." Leaning in again, you kissed his cheek.

Taking the edge of the mask again, you pulled it back down towards his neck and tucking it in. "I'll see you tomorrow." Your hands dropped from his face, and you walked past him into the door.

Hours have passed, sitting on your bed acting like a little schoolgirl, giggling and kicking your feet. Who wouldn't you just kissed spiderman!

Looking at the clock, it was near one am. Sleep was catching up. So, you started your normal night routine. Finding some old extra oversized t-shirt, you slipped it on, and it landed on your mid-thigh barley coving much. You had shorts on but night shorts that were very short.

As you were done in the bathroom, you walked back into your room and felt a cold breeze. Looking around, you saw your window was open. An overwhelming feeling flooded your body as you knew you had closed it earlier. Getting closer, you hear a noise out of the darkness. Spiderman sat up, holding his side. He didn't look good.

"Help me," his body collapsed halfway in your window. your heart sunk at seeing him like this. Running to him, you grabbed him the best you could and pulled him in.

"What did you get yourself into, bug boy?" he sat against your wall, one arm trying to hold himself up and the other holding his abdomen.

"It's not that bad, I-" he removed his hand to show you the deep cut. it ran from lower chest to the middle of his stomach, "Okay, maybe it's a little bad." Every word was broken up by him groaning or wheezing.

"I'll be back." Running out of your room, you grabbed the first aid kit in the hallway. "I don't have much, so we have to make this work."

Before you started to clean the cut, you looked at his face. The mask was beat up pretty bad. He had a tear in it, running from his ear to chin. After tonight, you don't think this suit would survive.

"Can you move?" Your voice was low. The last thing you need is your parents finding Spiderman in your room.

"I'll try," he tried to push himself up, his head spinning. Standing with him, you saw him stumble, catching him. You guided him to your bed. As soon as he sat down, the pain was too much to bear. His body went limp.

"Hey! bug boy! hey, can you hear me?" You sat next to him, patting his face over and over and hoping to wake him up. His eyes would open and close after a few seconds, "You got to stay with me!"

"I'm tired." he was barely auditable.

As you looked at him, an idea came to your mind, "I'm sorry," putting a hand over his mouth and taking your other hand, you pressed down on the cut. He yelled into your hand in pain, his eyes tearing up under the mask. 'fuck'

The most you could do right now is clean the wounds and patch him up. He was awake but laid there quietly. You were so focused on making sure the wounds were thoroughly cleaned that you didn't realize one of his hands laid on your thigh, gripping it every time you wiped the cuts.

"You're okay." You tried your best to comfort him, and not much could be said though truthfully.

Once you checked over his entire body for more wounds, you moved up to his face. the mask was resting weirdly, "I finished everything else, but if you don't want me to clean -" As you spoke, his hand that wasn't on your thigh reached for the mask ripping it off.

Your jaw dropped.

ETHAN FUCKING LANDRY.

YOUR BEST FRIEND.

"I-" before he could fully speak, you flung your body into his. He winced out in pain as he felt you on him, yet he felt better.

Your eyes were watering at this point, seeing Spiderman - no seeing Ethan like this ripped your heart apart. "I had my theories- but fuck bug boy why?!" you pulled away making eye contact. He could see the tear stains running down your rosy cheeks.

"Don't cry pretty, girl, please don't cry. I'm okay - kind of, " he chuckled, hoping it helped ease the tension. His hand cupped your face, his finger halfway in your hair, his thumb resting on your cheek moving side to side wiping the tears.

"You're an idiot you know that?" You hit his shoulder, pushing him back a little. He made a face like it hurt but only smiled. Looking at you through his lashes, blood sprayed on his face, scars you haven't seen before. His eyes softened as he saw your face red and stained, crying, pouting.

"I'm hoping to be your idiot though." his thumb still ran across your cheek, slowly moving down to trace your lips. He hasn't stopped thinking about kissing you. Even when he was dying, the need for you was strong.

He was just looking at your lips at this point. He looked at you like he was starving. The hunger for you grew stronger after that kiss. Noticing the change in how he looked at you, a laugh escaped you. "For almost dying, you sure are a teenage boy with your thoughts"

Your voice pulled him back, snapping his eyes up to yours he smiled. "That obvious?" Your hand had gone to his wrist rubbing circles into his skin as he did the same to your face.

Your head went forward, forehead to forehead. A sweet little moment between you two. "Don't die. I know what you do is dangerous, but I don't think I can handle seeing you crawl into my room like this again." he nodded his head, yours moving with his.

You felt far away from him too far, using what strength he had left he pulled you into his lap, straddling him, your breath hitched.

"I won't, I promise." his hand left your thigh holding out his pinky. It was cheeky, yes, but he would.

Both of your breaths were heavy, and the tension in the room was filled again. It's like he knew because he would lean in to ghost over your lips, yet pull away. 'asshole'

"Kiss me already," your voice was laced with annoyance.

Pulling you in from the back of your head, your lips crashed together, and it felt different. This kiss was hungry. It was needy. His hands went over the curves of your body, trailing under the t-shirt, gripping the back of your back, pulling you towards him if possible.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, the curls all broken apart, pulling it softly, earning a moan from him.

Your body was thinking faster than your mind, rocking back and forth on him. The feeling of his body tensing, pulling away to kiss your jaw, then your neck. Your head fell back, giving him more access. His lips were soft against your skin, his teeth grazing your skin as he left love bites, both of you, a moaning mess.

"Ethan" moaning out his name was something you both dreamed of "we- shouldn't- not- not now-" your words kept getting broken up from the feeling of him sucking your neck, and how his hands gripped your hips moving you more.

"Why?" he voice was muffled from being in your neck. He knew it wasn't the right time since he was so beaten up. His hands loosed up on your hips, and a whine could be heard from you. That didn't stop him from peppering your neck and face with kisses thought.

"Fine. We'll stop, but next time, I won't quit as easily. " he pulled his face out of your neck so he could look at you. Your face was red, with a smirk on it.

"Let's just lay here then," you crawled off of his lap. You laid down, following you, and he pulled you so close that you were basically on top of him again.

"I'm fine with that." he looked down, kissing the top of your head before sleep took over his body.

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LINK IN THE COMMENTS!!!!

SEASON 2 -- THE MOVIE [REAL]

BELOW THE CUT I AM NOT LYING THIS TIME I SWEAR I AM NOT

I love season 2. Season 2 is the reason I'm here. But, I also hate season 2. I must fix season 2. I owe my soul to season 2.

That being said, I present to you BLACK BUTLER: BOOK OF SPIDERS. A movie made out of season 2, with most of the filler scenes cut out and all of the gratuitous violence framed tastefully or otherwise removed. Made ENTIRELY by yours truly, with no additional footage added. I'll never be able to fix the season, but I'll try. Forever. I'm the ouroboros. Sisyphus and his rock.

Some notes!

The costume ball sadly had to be removed (it was entirely filler)

Ciel is in a much more passive role. This is intentional, he's practically a doll thrown around by the demons.

I could not think of a way of removing the Druitt without severely mangling the episode he's in. Sorry.

Alois's trauma is portrayed much more violently, but the Former Earl gets an on-screen death :)

Spider OVA has been absorbed into the product

It is also considerably darker, because most of the tone whiplash was cut out. This is a very sad, gruesome story about a demon manipulating the boy he's cared for for so long, while another demon tortures his own master, and the two children struggle to break free.

Do you wish Alois was treated sympathetically in the narrative? Do you wish Hannah was more than her fanservice? Do you think Claude's creepiness could have been portrayed without it being SO INCREDIBLY bad?

as my dear mutuals have said:

"You got rid of that Ciel screaming scene and that's like 5 stars for me." -- @warmmilk-n-honey

"Truly proves that less is more." -- @pain-in-the-butler

"An actual digestible version of Season 2." - @mantomhive

I present to you. if you narc i swear to god Black BUTLER : BOOK OF SPIDERS

[karniss-bg3]

I figured you’d be the right person to ask this question, why is Kar’niss’ skin super pale when he was originally a drow? 🖤

I had the same question myself and I did some digging a bit ago. All of the official drider concept art I've seen has depicted driders with dark skin, so it stands to reason that the transformation alone wouldn't be enough to alter his appearance. This leaves one interesting theory at play; Kar'niss was a Szarkai.

Szarkai, which translates to "ghost spiders", are albino drow. This is a very rare mutation that affects only 0.1% of the drow population. Their skin tones are so light in fact that they are able to pass as surface elves with little trouble. Some would think that this would make them outcasts but in fact Szarkai were viewed as a blessing of Lolth, hence their namesake.

There are some interesting crossover traits between Kar'niss and Szarkai that lean me more toward this theory, such as: -Szarkai look almost identical to drow outside of the skin tone. However, they have also been known to have minor deformities. The most notable is "gnarled and claw-like hands" which we know Kar'niss to possess. Originally I thought this was due to the transformation, but now I think he may have had it prior to the change.

-They are very adverse toward combat, preferring to let others do the dirty work so to speak. When the player engages Kar'niss in a fight one of the first things he does after his multi-attack is cast sanctuary on himself, protecting himself from harm and forcing his companions to take the hits. I also saw a video where someone cast banish on Kar'niss and when he returned he disengaged, healed himself, and ran from the fight. Now this was likely a bug, but it'd be on brand for Szarkai's desire to escape a fight rather than engage in it.

-They were mostly used as spies and gathering information since they could easily blend into surface societies. While there isn't much evidence that Kar'niss has much training in this field, what stuck out to me was the professions Szarkai favored. One of them is bard, and we have at least some notion that Kar'niss is linked to one musical instrument by way of the spider's lyre. I recall someone commenting asking if the lyre may have belonged to Kar'niss at one point and while I can't say with certainty, if it was and Minthara was merely holding on to it then it'd lend credence to him being a bard formerly. That and he's super pissed if you play it poorly!

-I haven't done a playthrough with Minthara in my party so I am not familiar with all of her dialogue lines. However, she does know Kar'niss in some capacity and the lyre is used to call him. Her last name is Baenre which is one of the most notable drow houses in all of Menzoberranzan, famous for Jarlaxle the leader of Bregan D'aerthe. I say this because Szarkai seemed to be far more common in noble houses, which Baenre would be. This could, even if loosely, establish a link between them.

IF this is true, that puts a very intense spin on Kar'niss' potential history. Szarkai were protected, considered valuable, and their existence kept secret. They were removed from drow life, and even kept in far safer conditions than others. This didn't mean they were shielded from the cruelty drow are known for but it was a different kind of cruelty. Often trained from a very young age to be spies and saboteurs, and subsequently being shipped to human cities to do as ordered. It makes me wonder what Kar'niss could've done to incur Lolth's wrath to the extent she warped him into a drider. Betrayal? Failure? Weakness? Or perhaps Lolth just really wanted an alabaster pet, it's hard to say.

Thanks for the ask!

[harrystiddess]

DRUMMER GIRL

A/N: If my scenarios before bed were a fanfic haha

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

SUMMARY: She’s a drummer and a cop and he’s in need of a drummer. Will she “stick” with his offer?

DRUMMER GIRL SERIES

Content Warning: None as of yet!

Read Part II here!

On a sunny day in central Manchester, I found myself at my friend's house, agreeing to fill in as the drummer for her band's gig due to their drummer falling ill. Although playing gigs wasn't my thing, I preferred doing the favor over enduring my friend's constant yapping and crying about it. After two weeks of practice and one gig with the band, Elena and I were forced to get coffee for everyone before our gig in the evening. As we strolled and chatted along the sidewalk, discussing the most random things, I saw my friend suddenly freeze in shock. Concerned, I asked what was wrong, only to find her gripping my hand tightly and pointing across the street with excitement. Curious, I looked over and found myself uttering under my breath, "Oh hell nah" at the unexpected sight before me.

“Oh, you’re doing this”

"Elena, no, I'm not."

"Are you out of your mind? This has been your dream since you were 12!"

"I can't let you miss out on this opportunity."

"Is it that you don't want me to miss the opportunity, or YOU don't want to miss the opportunity to do it yourself?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Maybe a bit of both," Elle said mischievously, pulling me forward.

"No let’s go back, I need to.. i need to uh.. take a piss!!” I try to come up with an excuse.

“No you don’t, I know you took a huge dump before we left” I was definitely taken aback by her answer looking at her absolutely flabbergasted.

“I fucking hate you. You're going to do the talking, and if you embarrass me, I don’t know you." I said irritably as I crossed the road, ignoring the sceptical look Elena continued to give me. As I reached the other side, I began to realise that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, just as I had feared.

It was too late now. I could see Elena approaching the moment I feared.

.

.

“Excuse me” she said poking his arm. It was quite humorous because she was half of the tall gentleman’s size. I was holding onto her hand, standing behind her like a child hiding behind their mom.

‘The moment you have feared yet dreamed of, all your life, is here.’ You thought to yourself silently

You see him turn around and remove his sunglasses, putting his hand forward.

“Hi, I’m Harry.”

“Oh. My. God.” I say to myself as I find myself getting lost in his eyes.

“Are you okay my love?” You hear him chuckle.

He watches me intently as my eyes widen when i realise that i fact had said that out loud.

“Uhh yeah yes I am” You clear your throat. I thought I saw a spider that’s all” I try to cover up the fact that i was totally star struck and defiently impressed by his appearance. By this point Harry was completely facing me with Elena looking at us like she knew about this all along.

“Oh is it? A spider I see” he says seeing through my bullshit.

“I’m Harry” he shakes my hand.

“And you are?”

“Oh I’m Ava”

“Ava. That’s a cute name!”

I just pursed my lips and smiled. That’s all I could do! What would you do if Harry Styles called your name cute? Exactly.

“So you’re drummer I see”

You raise your eyebrows sort of creeped out.

“Haha I saw the drum sticks in your bag. I’m not as creepy as they say” he said leaning towards me, winking in the end.

It’s like i was snapped out of my suspicions to a realisation.

“Oh right sorry yeah. I’m a bit distracted today”

“So how long have you been drumming for Ava?”

“Oh Uhm since I was uhh 16”

“Hmm.. so since how-”

“8 years”

“Wow that’s impressive”

“You wouldn’t be interested in drumming for me would you?” He said after a long pause, unsure of whether he should’ve said it.

“Drumming for you?” I know exactly what he means but I’m too utterly taken aback to say anything.

“Yeah”

“You don’t even know how I play? For all you know I’d not even be able to hold the sticks”

“Well then that that’s just an excuse for you to come in for an audition!”

“Orrrrrr…” I see Elena sliding in and before I can say anything she’s said it.

“We have a gig at Bardo’s tonight! You can come and see for yourself” she says chirping.

He looks at me for to find a glint of expression but sees fails considering I was trying to deny his offer at all costs and I just failed.

“Then Bardo’s it is” Harry says delightfully looking at the both of us.

“Great see you at bardo’s, 7pm” Elena being a little to excited was pissing me off real bad at this point.

“That’s great…See you tonight…” I say almost sounding excited as I walk past him, leaving him stood right there.

I know he’s looking at us walk away I can feel It, so I keep walking silently until we’re out of his hearing range.

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“ELENA! What did you do!” I say pinching the bridge of my nose in distress.

“Your kids will thank me one day”

“No. No kids are thanking no one. I DON’T WANT TO DRUM FOR ANYONE LET ALONE HIM!!” I say whisper shouting

“The only difference is, you do!”

“Elle you Know I’m happy with my job, a job I’ve dreamed of doing since I was 5! Why do you want to ruin that for me?”

“I’m not ruining anything for you. You can do both at the same time! I know that you’ve wanted to be a big shot Artists drummer too. Just because you’re scared of change doesn’t mean you have to ruin the rest of your life for it. That’s what I’m here for. Ruining your life is my job. And so is making sure you don’t give up opportunities like these.”

I can’t help but let out a small smile..

“Well meeting your Celebrity crush of over 8 years and having him offer you a job doesn’t go well together that’s all” I breathe out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this but You’re right. I’m going to go to the gig, give my best, which I do either way and see what he has to offer…. I mean 16 year old me wouldn’t believe this happened if I told her” I say screeching in excitement, holding her hand and jumping and and making incoherent noises like a madwoman.

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8 and 14

FOR AKIRA PLS.

OOOOO thank youuuuu @leaswhum for the asks!! This is kinda long lol also I am very eepy so sorry if it doesn't make sense

From this ask game!

8. Once your MC graduates Hogwarts, what will be their best and worst memories? What will they regret?

Akira’s worst memory was watching Professor Fig die right in front of him and not being able to save him. After the Battle Under Hogwarts, he had just begun the process of containing the pulsing magic, using everything he had to seal it away. But the magic resisted. It fought back. It would not be contained again. The magic lashed out and sent the ceiling crumbling down. Fig didn’t even have a moment to move. The rubble collapsed over him, pining him to the ground. Akira scrambled to his side, casting every spell he knew in a desperate attempt to remove the stones, but nothing worked, the stones wouldn’t budge. Fig’s lower half was crushed, mangled beyond repair as blood pooled within and beneath him. In a panic, he did the only thing he could think of. He couldn’t lose him. Not Fig, he was the closest thing to a parental figure he had in nearly his entire life. Not him. And so, he reached for the forbidden magic, the very magic they had sworn to the Keepers they would contain. He absorbed it, if he could harness it, maybe he could heal Fig, turn back the clock. But it was too late. Fig was too far gone, breath shallow, eyes glazed over in pain, his magic fading. Fading fast. So Akira switched from saving to soothing. Pointing his wand at the older mans chest, he twisted his wrist, scanning for the agony that festered within. This wasn’t the same as the ancient magic he wielded in battles but something far more delicate. He honed in on the threads of pain, snipping the tangled mass until it was no longer connected to the soul. Fig’s breath slowed and evened out, the shake of his lungs quieting. Akira met Fig’s gaze one last time and saw not gratitude, nor peace but disappointment, betrayal. He had taken that first step down the path they tried so hard to avoid. The path Isidora took, the path of power over reason, control over understanding. And that final look, as Fig’s eyes closed for the final time, would say with Akira forever. No nightmare would ever compare to the weight of failure carried in that final gaze. He regrets not being able to save Fig, he wants nothing more than to show him the good he has done with the power the Keepers were so afraid of. His best memory is meeting Anne for the first time, even though its not a great memory with Solomon’s reaction to Sebastian but Akira was captivated by Anne from the first moment he saw her. (such a drastic difference but I’m lazy and sleepy lol)

14. How does your MC feel about all the fighting they're tossed into? Do they regret harming their enemies? Justify it? Relish it?

Akira is exhausted. He is tired of being at everyone’s beck and call. He is a people pleaser yes, but he never had a moment to himself without some one needing him to hunt giant trolls and spiders or clear camps. From the moment he stepped for in the wizarding world, he was expected to save the world. Not because he was asked or because he chose this, but because he could. He was barely a boy, not even a man, forced to be the savior, hardened by war and shaped by grief.