#spider story time

[kristsune]

just had literally The tiniest spiderling crawling on my face. This is the second time this has happened. Though I didnt particularly see the first one that well because it dropped on me while i was in bed and could only see it by the light of my phone maybe an inch from my face. at least that one I could grab the drop line of before it landed and drop them over the side of my bed. this one I was on the sofa and i felt it on my damn nose and shook my head first without thinking. luckily i felt/found them on my arm a moment later and scooped them off to the floor. But truly itty bitty. like barely head of a pin tiny.

[ropes3amthoughts]

I know people are just joking when they say stuff like “Mithrun is an old grandpa he doesn’t know he can’t say those words anymore he doesn’t know they don’t have any book tokens anymore” because of these extras below:

and whatever but like it honestly drives me kind of crazy. Like can we look at this for a second.

He was the lord of the dungeon for five years. Then he was being rehabilitated for TWENTY YEARS. That’s not super long for elves, that’s like four years for us, but that’s still a long time. And then he was the captain for another fourteen years, but he didn’t have any desire other than getting revenge on the demon.

Mithrun hasn’t really been properly socialized for a total of FORTY YEARS, which is like eight years for elves. He was totally shut off from the world, then he was rehabilitated, and then he was with the Canaries on a onetrack mindset to go after the demon. Mithrun was doing bad, he was recovering, and then he was better enough to be the captain of the Canaries again, but he was still not “better.” In all that time, the world didn’t wait for him when he was at his low point. It didn’t wait for him when he was spending all that time recovering. And by the time it’s near the end of the story where these comics take place he’s just been so far detached from the world. Like he’s most likely never tried to go buy a book token after becoming a dungeon lord. He’s most likely never talked to people and learned the new slang of the time, he’s never been caught up which words are good versus outdated. Mithrun is technically better enough to be captain, he’s better enough to have reintegrated into society, but he’s not quite adjusted yet. He’s been out for so many years suffering under the hands of the demon and scraping his way through recovery and trying to work to get to the demon that by the time he’s stopped and done stuff like gift exchanges or whatever many aspects of the world are vastly different from what he remembers. I think that’s a lot like a lot of people in real life too who have similar experiences. People in mental health centers or hospitals who spends even just months recovering can miss out on so much.

Does this make any sense? It’s kind of late so I don’t really know what I’m saying and I’m probably repeating myself but like Mithrun was at a low point and then he was recovering for so long!!!! And then when he’s reintegrated back into the world it’s changed without him!!!! He’s not some racist old man!!! The world just kept on turning when he was struggling and how is he even supposed to deal with that? Like he doesn’t have much desire but everybody is so upset with him for not knowing things like outdated terms or using cash because he didn’t know there were no more book tokens and he just can’t have known that because he literally wasn’t in a state to keep up with all of the stuff like that and now everything is different and maybe he doesn’t care because he has no desire to but like aghhhhhhhhhhhh sob sob sniffle oughhhhh 😭😭😭😭 Mithrun 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 imagine I’m shaking him back and forth that’s how I feel right now oughhhhh

[whatsfourteenupto]

Today Rose gave the Fourteenth Doctor a t-shirt that simply said “Spiders Georg.” He’s got no idea what it means, but it’s a gift from his favorite niece so of course he’s going to wear it.

[sciderman]

WAIT WAHT FORTNITE DID WHAT!?!??? CONTEXT???? IM NOT A GAMER WHAT HAPPENED???

i made a cameo

i don't play fortnite though i couldn't tell you any context whatsoever

[screechingkroh]

The Seer

Has a general outfit design! This,,, is for lore purposes bc LBD's plan finally goes right 💀 huzzah for her, ig. I wanted to go fancy w it but then I decided to keep it simple for the sake of my own sanity. Pls, I am a silly little guy. I'm drawing this fucker, I need my neurons to stay in place pls.

The Seer is stuck w her ass for a while. Because we literally never see her shit (where she lives, the dynamic the Spider Queen and her goons have, that kind of shit), I get to be silly w it.

Also here's more Seer stuff bc I'm trying to figure out how I want their personality to be LMAO

[slimey-wallz]

Attempting to be humorous while I'm sick is hard

Unless this made you smile or laugh or something-

Then YAY!!! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!🎉🙏

[iwasbored777]

I really love Gwen's story in the end of ATSV cuz even if she and Miles never speak again she has real friends now, she's not all alone anymore. She has people who understand her the way others couldn't. And things aren't 100% perfect in her dimension but at least her father no longer thinks she's a murderer and even though everyone else will probably never change their mind about her in her world at least her father is here on her side. It's a huge improvement from how things were in the first movie and the majority of the second one. She spent the whole first movie realizing what it's like to be happy again, in the second movie she was afraid that she would lose everything because things were even worse than before, at one point she did lose everything, and after that she gained more than she thought she would.

Of course she was so negative about stuff, cuz when life is beating you down for too long you forget that good things can happen.

[lovebeatriceplz]

Look what I got today!!!

YIPPEE!!. I had a yuji itadori one on my school bag, we were heading down to the senior block for exams, i realised that the keychain part was still on my bag but yuji was missing 😭. But i figured out where it must have fell off, because there was a crowd so someone must have like knocked it off yk. I go back, the attachment for his head was still there.... but he was not💀. SOMEONE, TOOK IT UP, SOMEONE SAW IT AND TOOK IT UP (i didn't cry i swear)

So when i got the miles one i remembered this😭, this might be my villain origin story.

[kristsune]

Was getting dressed, just after 5am on this Thursday morning, when i open the drawer that holds my trousers and watch a small shape fall into the drawer. Grab my flashlight and lo and behold its a spider. I grab the closest flat object to try & scoot him out and he just dives deeper. I had to pull out like half my trousers, and a big flat piece of stiff paper to scoop him out. Disappearing immediately on the carpet.

New rule for the spiders in my flat. No going into my clothes drawers please

[joyfuladorable]

Read all the official Peni content… she’s an Absolute Fave now!! 💕💕

[artemis-writes-things]

The feral urge I have to write something with dead boy detectives but absolutely no ideas is slowly rotting away my brain.

Anyone have story ideas?

[getvalentined]

We're back into absolutely ancient OC territory; I think the last time I drew K'moh was like 2006? Might have been later, though. Unfortunately, the gallery where I had all the original artwork of the character no longer exists, so I can't go check. Tragic, really.

K'moh is a male black widow spider (referred to as a "widower" in his society) and he has a lot of fingers, so flipping someone off does not look as emphatic as it does when a member of his mostly-mammalian staff does it. The mandible-bearing is an arachnid analogue, but non-arthropods don't really understand it very well so he just does both for clarity's sake.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Pitch for Spider-Man 4:

A year after “No Way Home”, Peter Parker has reluctantly taken a job at the Daily Bugle in order to make ends meet. While there, he befriends one of J. Jonah Jameson’s interns, a college student named Miles Morales. Miles is attending the same college that Michelle Jones is enrolled in.

Although Peter is trying to maintain his distance due to everyone’s memories still being wiped, Miles can’t help but talk about MJ since he’s friends with her. That’s when Miles drops the bombshell reveal that MJ is currently seeing someone.

Peter reluctantly asks who is MJ’s new boyfriend. Miles, although he doesn’t know why Peter cares so much, says, “I think his name is Ben something.”

Later on, Peter decides to spy on MJ to see who this new guy is. After much build-up, Peter’s jaw drop when he sees that “Ben” - full name is Ben Reilly - turns out to be:

The rest of the movie is Peter trying to figure out who the heck is this doppelgänger. And, if you aren’t familiar with the storyline this is based off, the answer is clones. Peter Parker was cloned at some point in the past for mysterious reasons.

(It goes without saying but the highlight of this movie would obviously be Tom Holland acting against himself since Peter eventually has to team up with Ben Reilly)

Mid-credits scene: Peter Parker and Ben Reilly encounter the 2nd Peter clone, Kaine Parker. Who probably has this kind of energy -

[sofiiel]

There & Back Again : xreader addition (fem/afab)

Monster!McKinney!Reader x Eddie Munson

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 -> 6 -> 7 -> 8 -> 9 -> 10 -> 11 -> 12 -> 13 -> 14 -> 15 -> 16 -> 17 -> 18 -> 19

Moodboards: Angel | Amy | Doris | Reader | Rick | Pat | Gail | Eddie | Sam

Reader Discretion is Advised: This story may be unsuitable for readers who struggle with trauma. Read the cw's below carefully, and please avoid this fic if it sounds like too much for you ❤

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: (adapted from my x oc fic)

Love is timeless, it is interdimensional, unbiased, deadly, and healing, it is the most powerful force any one of us has. You will learn this unspoken lesson through a misfit who saved your life.

You are ____ McKinney, an orphan, who was adopted into the McKinney family. A household dominated by an abusive father, alongside your brother Patrick. Spending the majority of your time to yourself or in fear, you will find confidence and bravery with the help of a kindred soul as they are drawn together by forces that go beyond the world they know, and even time itself.

You and Eddie are sucked into a disturbing mystery involving missing persons and strange beasts as the lines between fact, fiction, truth, and lies become blurred.

Warnings: Domestic Violence. Violence. Gore. Major Character Death. Eventual Smut (very far off in the chapters). Sexual themes. Abuse. Substance Abuse. Use of Drugs & Alcohol. Descriptions of self-harm. Many possible triggers. EDs. Mentions of Prejudice/racism. P in V protected. Oral. Pregnancy. Mentions of Stalking. Mentions of abduction & Trafficking. Mentions of BDSM. Monster girl. This story is a bit off the rails. Your character will piss you off and frustrate you ~ it's part of the character growth.

Authors Note: (important)

Please be aware for the story's sake some things about Reader may ruin "immersion" because it might not fit you specifically.

Such as reader's dance background, biological & adoptive family, and a specific birthmark.

Warning, there are scenes where the reader has to be lifted, and (as a plus-size girlie myself) I am sorry if that is off-putting. Other triggering factors might be the reader sharing Eddie's clothing (pants/jackets). I am *not* trying to make anyone feel isolated, it's just how the original version went.

This is adapted from my OC-based fic, but I am trying to write out ultra specifics that went with the oc Myrtle. And will try to completely rewrite some scenes if I can find a way to make it work with the original plot for chapters.

I am asking for a little patience while working this out, and any advice is more than welcome if anyone has gone through this process before.

~Thank you ❤

[vertigoartgore]

Amazing Spider-Man #655 textless interior art by Marcos Martin.

[colderdrafts]

1: In the darkness

Underground visitor, gn reader x monster (male drider). Sfw. Next

It is not unusual to hear odd noises in the forest during dark nights.

Neither is it unusual to see shapes moving about in the silhouettes of the trees – your eyes adjusting, the shadow of a squirrel, the dark canopy above rustling in the cold wind. You’ve traversed this area before, yet not at this time, and the contrast is striking. Otherly.

After all, a dark forest is just that, something otherly to a daywalker such as yourself. People get lost in these forests, they say. Sometimes they don’t come back.

Superstitions and rumors, of course. The first thing you were warned of since moving to this area was its vast collection of make-believe.

The matted ground beneath your feet is full of shapes that you can’t make out, all blending together as your eyes desperately try to make sense of everything suddenly being colorless. If ‘dark’ can be classified as a color.

You jump in surprise when something snaps to your right, and you look only to find nothing. The branches of the trees are one blurry silhouette, and whatever is hiding in their shapes remain unknown to you.

You keep walking.

The path is muddied and slippery, a gentle rain caressing your face when a stray droplet finds its way under the hood of your jacket. Gentle you remind yourself, the rain is not here to hurt you or purposely slow you down. As many other things in this forest tonight, it’s simply there, with you.

You find your path home divides in two, and suddenly you have to make a choice – however you do not remember that your path home used to have such a choice. Have you taken a wrong turn somewhere?

You glance around the dark colors that dance around your vision, denying you clarity. Are you lost?

Left or right?

Or turn back?

You turn around, trying to trace back your steps, but the darkness closes around you and you don’t know where you are anymore.

The rain hits heavier now, your path still unclear. A rumbling in the sky above serves as a warning of something to come. You pull out your phone, trying to spare it as much of the pouring water as possible as you swipe to find a flashlight and navigation app, wet fingers uselessly sliding across the screen.

Finally, a small white light pierces the dark from your phone, but still offers no answers of your whereabouts as the navigation app seems to have trouble locating your position.

You keep walking. There must be a way out somewhere.

You can feel your pulse increasing now, you're straining to keep a steady pace and simultaneously keeping on your feet in the slippery path below. The rumblings in the sky above turns to glinting, the rain starts drumming heavier, and you’re slowly realizing this is a losing battle. The dark is total now, and, despite your phone providing a meager shine, you can barely see a hand in front of you, let alone the path you’re on. It’s dizzying, suffocating, and you fumble ahead blindly.

Your hand finds the bark of a tree. You rest your palm against it momentarily, grounding yourself. The world is still here.

Lightning strikes across the sky, and you yelp in surprise, the purplish tint momentarily blinding you and lighting up everything around you. The phone slips from your wet hands and vanishes somewhere in the underbrush.

In the fleeting moments of clear vision, you spot something new. Were those tall rocky formations there before? You must have gotten further off track than you thought.

You curse, leaning down to try and feel around for your phone - your hands brush against the branches of a bush, and the light is gone. It's no use. You can't find it.

You feel around and find another tree to steady yourself on, and head toward where you saw the rocks. If you can find some sort of alcove in between the wall of stone you might just be able to find a secure spot to wait out the storm. Your phone can wait until this passes. Hope reignited, you steady on, careful not to slip.

You palm soon finds the smooth surface of a boulder, and you start to feel around for some sort of opening.

Surely enough, a surprisingly large entrance deeper into the rock formation presents itself only moments later, and you sigh in relief, hauling yourself inside and out of the onslaught of rain.

You still can’t see a thing, but you shake off the worst of the water and stand there for a bit. There's an earthy scent hanging in the air, hinting at whatever entrance you've found goes deeper yet. You decide not to venture further for now, staring out in the murky darkness outside.

A few minutes pass. The rain thunders across the forest, and another blast of lightning divides the skies in blinding flash. You catch your breath, thankful for the small reprieve the rocky shelter has provided you.

But the noise deafens everything else, and you notice far too late that you’re not alone when you sense movement above you.

Something drops down in front of you and a rough push sends you to the floor.

“Not on my watch,” a harsh growling voice sounds, and you feel something heavy forcing you into the ground.

You immediately start struggling, luckily having landed on your back you kick up blindly into the air. You manage to hit whoever is bearing down on you, and they recoil with a hiss and you swear you hear something scuttling. There’s movement all around you, one, to, three, four – you lose count at the rapid sounds of clacking footsteps. You fumble around, palm closing around a stray rock and you hurl it at whatever is above you in a panic. It collides with a sharp clink, and something above you chitters angrily.

In the confusion you manage to turn over on your stomach, and get to your feet. You don’t waste a second before you start sprinting back out into the storm in favor of whatever you just encountered back in that cave.

The now howling winds are accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps. You pray it’s the heavy rainfall playing a trick on your senses, though you’re severely disappointed mere seconds later as something narrowly strikes past the side of your head, and you know for sure that the thing has given chase.

You turn, and you’re sprinting blindly through the underbrush in an effort to shake them off.

“You think I’d let you get away with this?!” your pursuer roars through the storm, booming voice full of rage. “Get back here.”

You're not inclined to follow that order and grit your teeth, keeping up the pace.

Things change however, as you sense the hunter suddenly leave the ground behind you, and you hear its movement instead above you, using the trees to move about. You try and look up though the canopy conceals most of it. You do however catch a glimpse of an unusually large amount of long limbs moving about in the dark.

You stop dead in your tracks as it suddenly drops from above to land right in front of you, the large figure forcing you to make another turn to avoid getting snatched.

It returns to the canopy above.

Something crashes against the bark of a tree to your right, and you rapidly spin left.

It drops yet again, making you turn on your heels and dash the opposite direction.

After two more forced turns, you realize it’s not just hunting you anymore.

It’s herding you.

You don’t have time to think about where, because suddenly you fall face first into something soft and sticky, and immediately your limbs are immobilized. You flail around, but you only manage to entangle yourself further.

You let out a pitiful whine as the horror of the situation settles within you.

You're stuck.

The rain falls heavy, and for a moment you can only hear your own haggard breathing, adrenaline coursing through your body. The there’s another dull thud, and the sound of multiple footsteps coming closer. Right in front of you is a silhouette of something big coming out from the darkness. Multiple limbs protrudes from a crude lower body like that of a giant spider, though instead of a head you can just barely make out the shape of a humanoid torso.

You stare from under your hood, mouth agape.

This is a nightmare. It has to be.

“Got you,” it snarls, stepping closer.

You struggle against your bindings, realizing now that it must be web, and that you have been herded right into a trap.

It watches you for a moment. “Don’t bother, filthy thief. You’re not going anywhere.”

Thief? You ponder, daring to glance up. One of its limbs heaves into the air, as if preparing to strike.

“W-wait!” you call out, squirming. “I didn’t -”

The limb halt slightly.

“It talks? First time I’ve heard that. Well good,” it steps closer, far too close, and leans down. A hand roughly grabs around your throat. You feel it glaring holes into the top of your head. “Maybe then the thief can tell me where it's hiding my eggs?”

“Eggs.?” you gag, straining. You feel tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. “I don’t – what eggs? Please-”

The hand around your neck tightens, efficiently cutting off your air flow. “Do not play games with me, you little - hm.”

There’s a pause where the grip suddenly lessens. You greedily heave in a shuddering breath and cough.

It shifts, crude legs stepping around you as it settles further down at your eye level, and another hand comes up against your neck, causing you to whimper. You feel its thumbs brushing against your throat.

“Warm.. no scales,” it ponders quietly. You shudder as you feel one of its hands slowly taking the hood of your jacket and lifting it back, revealing your face.

You can make out two sets of eyes gleaming in the dark, taking in your appearance. The other hand somewhat gently grabs your chin and moves you face side to side, as its eyes widen in surprise.

“A sentry?” it – he? blurts, hands immediately recoiling. “Blue moons – I am so, so sorry!”

His entire demeanor changes. He keeps low to the ground, legs folded back and humanoid arms awkwardly fidgeting in front of him.

“Silhouettes are so similar, trespassing my abode during a storm – I thought for sure-” he frantically waves his arms as he speaks, and then settles for crossing them as if he’s unsure where to put them.

You cough, just blearily staring at him while struggling to find words for a few seconds.

“I’m – what?” you stumble, relieved he apparently isn’t set on murdering you anymore, but this stark contrast to the vengeful predator you saw merely seconds ago has effectively thrown you off any sort of loop you could get on.

He starts pacing a bit, nervous. “Four limbs, nimble running styles, covered in fabric from head to toe-” he lists off, as if that should explain anything.

Lightning cracks the sky once again, and you get a glimpse of the being in front of you – the uncanny mixture where his humanoid torso meets the spider lower body is baffling your mind. Something about how he’s put together screams of something wrong, the chittering lower body somehow incomplete and yet completed by the torso above it. It doesn't make sense.

It shouldn’t be possible, yet here it is.

And currently he’s pacing back and forth on spindly legs as if he has a bunch of pent up energy he doesn't know where to utilize. “Chased down and trapped a sentry. Of all the asinine things-!”

You stare at him for a while as he berates himself. He rubs his face in frustration and finally returns his attention to you. He takes a deep breath, and when the spider leans down close again you recoil per reflex.

“Are you alright?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

“Let – let me go? Please?” you manage, straining against the webbing to put some distance between you and him.

He blinks. “Oh! Right, yes, of course! Hold still.”

It takes all of your mental fortitude not to scream when the legs of his lower body suddenly get way too close for comfort as he gets to work undoing your bindings, pedipalps keeping you balanced while the upper legs works to easily cut through the webbing, releasing you. He carefully lifts you out of the trap, and sets you on the ground before respectfully moving a few steps back.

You feel like a deer in headlights staring at this thing straight out of a nightmare just awkwardly standing in the pouring rain. Adrenaline is still kicking through your system. Thunder rumbles above.

You weigh your options. Is now a good time to run for it?

When he speaks again you flinch. “You must believe me, if I’d known I would never have – I’m sorry if I frightened you.”

If?

You genuinely thought you were going to die. He was mere seconds from gutting you like a fish. You just keep staring at him.

He fidgets uncomfortably. “I did, didn’t I?”

You don’t know what to say, so you just nod an affirmative.

He cringes, and distracts himself by observing the harsh surroundings, hands in front of his face presumably to keep hair out of it from the wind. “Storm will get worse. If you promise me you’ll assure your custodian I mean no quarrel, I can offer you a safe place to stay dry in my abode if you want?” he looks back at you. “As a way of apologizing.”

You blink. What the hell does that mean? Is he serious? After all that?

“Unless they’re somewhere nearby and you have somewhere else to go,” he continues. “But – seeing as you probably came looking for shelter in the first place, I’ll allow myself to assume that you don’t.”

This can't be real. This might just be a fever dream before death. You're still not sure a tree hasn't just fallen on you and you're currently bleeding out in a ditch somewhere.

“I don’t know where I am,” you croak. “I don’t – how did I get here?”

The spider gives you a somewhat pitying look, and slowly turns to the side. The way his legs move is oddly fascinating. “The middle of a storm is not a good place to find that out. Will you come along? I’ll help you answer that if I can.”

You don’t trust any of that for a second. Notwithstanding he could have killed you, you probably shouldn’t go with a complete stranger in any case at all, nightmarish creature or not.

You look at him wary. He’s started fidgeting a bit again, patiently waiting for your decision. He crouched a bit down, like he’s trying to make himself appear smaller. Nonthreatening.

It's not very efficient.

Though if he’d wanted you dead, you would be. You’re lacking options, you’re drenched to the bone and while the darkness is no longer as suffocating as before, you still have a hard time making out anything. Not to mention the storm getting stronger, for what you know, something even more sinister than the thing currently in front of you could be hiding out in the gloom, and you’d have no way to defend yourself.

This is a terrible idea.

But do you really have anything else you can do?

“I don’t trust you,” you say, and his form slightly falters. “But – you’re right. I’ll.. come along.”

It’s hard to tell in the dark, but his eyes somewhat widen and then scrunch up a bit. You think he’s smiling.