#wall crawler anon

[iamdevouring-god]

*munches on popcorn*

marriage time??

-wall crawler anon

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(Ecentjally, yes.

Kenneth has finally asked.)

[freddys-kineria]

SPIDERMAN (+ COFFEE, RAIN, SPACE) ID PACK 4 ANON !

names : peter , maxwell , kona , bailey , estella , castor , andrew , drew , benjamin , toby , michelle , mj , tom , otto , raine , lokni , eurina , constance

prns : spider / spiders , web / webs , stick / stickyself , spi / der , drop / drops , brew / brews , star / stars , ve / venom ,

titles : friendly neighborhood spiderman , web-slinger , the amazing spiderman , wall-crawler , the sensational spiderman , spidey webhead , #1 public enemy , the spectacular spiderman , ( the ) masked menace , the amazing/spectacular/sensational (name)

identites : vampirespiderman , multiversic , spideygender , milescharic , cosmiclatteic , webredic , caffèan , galesensic , bugenders (theres a few spider ones that i thought could fit)

[hollowsart]

Anon sent & wrote:

Acedia (cryptic crawler) X Quinten beck (Mysterio)

Semi  suggestive warning!!

Warning: vine bondage, low-key Quinten enjoying being stepped on, submissive but kinda dominant Quinten, just two losers having tension, probably ooc

I thank my friend for giving inspiration with one of the scenes and words - they're always providing the best stuff.

Sorry it's short but I hope you like it anyway! Ps. Please ignore any errors - I suck at finding mistakes

[Bonus picture at the end as thanks for the anon!!]

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Anything night, another crime to stop. Acedia's eyes immediately locked to the large cloud of colour pooling out from further away. Knowing all too well who was causing mischief over there - Mysterio. There was a skip in her heart rate as she began to sprint. Swinging up from the street, landing on a car's roof. A smile growing on her face as the car zoomed through the clustered roads. Getting closer and closer to her destination.

As soon as she could she swung to the lair and made her way inside. Traveling through the labyrinth of vents until she got to the lowest floor. There he stood, cursing as he used his cape as a makeshift fan for the exploded machine. Swirls of blues,pinks and a soft glow of green incased the room as machine sputtered. A smog machine gone wrong it seems.

A snicker rang out, catching the man's attention. He snapped his head to the vent; an all too familiar crawler hiding there.

"Ah- Acedia- have you come to sight see?"

"Hard not to when there's smoke coming out the building." She pointed out, almost sheepish.

Mysterio let out a groan. He didn't even realize it was seeping out beyond the lair walls.

"I haven't done anything for you to arrest me...yet." she could hear the smirk in his face as he kept his attention on her. But there was plenty of evidence of a scheme in place. Gadget's , mirrors and costumes lined. Markings on a board planning everything out.

Even before this, there was plenty of sightings of the remarkable Mysterio lurking in the shadows. Glimmers of his preference across the city. He's up to something.

"We both know that isn't true."

Sliding from the vent, Acedia stood with clawed gloves raised. Mysterio raised his arms as he chuckled. Giddy couldn't explain the fluttering sparks that swarmed from his stomach to his chest.

"If that's how it'll be, I might as give a Worthy performance~"

With a swish of his cape he disappeared into the smog. Acedia twisted, stalking through it trying to sense his whereabouts. Only met with warped images of her own appearances. Her body morphing smaller and smaller in each one until each one loomed over her. Closing her in as she squinted. Hands grabbed at her from behind. Twisting around to smack the hands away but it was futile. Wiggling her arms Much as she could she was able to slip from her jacket.

There was pregnant pause before a soft clink alerted her to his area. She ran forward but stumbled as soon as you took a few steps forward. A glass ball bigger than her head rolling the opposite direction.

"Myster-" before she could finishing speaking. All instincts kicked in as she shot a vine to a thick pole above. Flying upwards making her stomach knot as she latched onto it. Mysterio's figure grew from the smoke. Stretching up into few from the mirrors. It was her chance!

She shot another vine, it twisted around the tables leg as she steadied herself. His laughter filled the room as he tried to spot where she was through the smog. Suddenly, he was sent flying to the floor as she pounced. Vines wrapping around him as she skidded across the room. Darting all over the place as he thrashed. Falling to his knees as he knocked into the floor.

His mask vibrated from the force. His cheek smacking against it with a wince. What was worse it fell off as soon as he whipped his head up. Rolling to who knows where as he was left bare. His smirk strained on his face as he looked up at the sloth hero. Her foot pressed against his chest as she gripped the vine tight. Almost like a leash as she kept a distance.

His breath was caught in his throat as the vines pressed into his skin through his costume. His arms bound behind him as he kept his head held high. Red on his cheeks as he kept his signature smile. Taking in the sight before him. Watching each breath she took. Panting hard as she tried to keep her heroic composure. Each twitch of muscle that lined her limbs. The wild frizz of her hair from whipping about. Trying to imagine her expression - is she smiling too? Snarling?

A shiver went up his spine at the mere thought of her glare. White pupils squinted down at him. Like this. Wearing his desire like a badge on his chest. Imagining her eyes, whatever colour they may be, hardened and cold.

No. No she was too sweet. Too kind to look at him with such disdain. Heart too full of care to do such a thing.

"No more tricks." Acedia huffed out.

"Me? Trick you? I would never."

She let out a laugh through her nose. Shoulder's relaxing as she loosened her grip on the vines. Restless fingers twisting them as she grew nervous. He didn't have any bruises or bloodied noses; that was a relief.

“Y-you look good like that”, she muttered, blush hidden under her mask. The words stumbling out of her mouth before she even realized. Too engrossed in soaking in the view. Kneeling before her, chest puffed out as if shining with pride. Back arched displaying himself fully. Every part of him aching. He was glowing against the coloured smoke. Faint lights of the lair glimmering down on them both showing each detail. The stitches on his costumes. The peach fuzz on his face. The loose strands of his hair.  He was gorgeous.

Like any good magician, there was no trap inescapable. No trick unable to be solved. His hands wiggled and squirmed against the bindings. His arm slowly freeing itself. Acedia's eyes darted to his shifting arm. Charging forward to grab it but it was all he needed. His back hitting the ground. Forced to follow after as her foot dug into his ribs making him groan.  

She was above him; one foot on his chest and the other on the floor trying to balance as best as she could. Hands either side of his head as their faces hovered inches apart. He reached towards her face making her stiffen. Waiting with baited breath for his next move.

"You're.... really close now..."

With ease Quinten pushed her mask just enough to display the bottom half of her face. Fingers trailing from the fabric down to her jaw. She was completely frozen as heat crawled up her neck. Her skin painted with rose hues. His touch lingering as he tilted his head.

The scent of cinnamon and roasted nuts made his eyes flutter. Subconsciously breathing more of it in as he gently held her jaw. Just her so close was making his whole body set ablaze. Only her touch able to soothe it.

“I could get used to seeing you on top of me." He breathed out, a light chuckle on the end of it. Their lips almost brushing against each other. A stolen breath snatched from both of them.

Waiting. Hoping.

"I think you look divine.." His voice was soft. Scared if he moved or was any louder she would disappear. Be an illusion more cruel than anything he could think of. To be snatched of this opportunity was worse than any crime he could commit.

Both of their faces were completely red. His breathing uneven as as she removed her foot from his chest. But it still felt full. Filled to the brim of her. Only her. Taken by her heart and soul.

"I- I don't -" Acedia struggled to think. Unable to even express even one of the thousand's of emotions storming inside her.

“Have me, please, all of me.”

Quinten's lips grazed her trembling ones. Her eyes shaking as she tried to focus on what was happening. Her mind racing. One half of her brain telling her to sink into him. The other screaming for her to run.

“Than what would be left of you?” she whispered. A thread of worry lacing in her voice. It quivered against the longing shine in his hooded eyes.

“Whatever you think I deserve to keep.”

She gasped. Realization striking her like lightening. Stuttering noises of embarrassment as she stumbled up and away from him. His body immediately following after her. A chill running down him without her warm glow. Retracting the vines she had around him with a quick 'whish'. Running over to grab her jacket before running towards the vent.

"J-JUST DON'T COMMIT ANY CRIMES-!!" She screamed as she made her fumbling escape.  Mysterio stared, eyes wide at the ceiling. The phantom sensation of her lips burning his very being. He remained locked in place as if he was still bound. Heart thumping in his ears.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi! I’m the one that sent in the request! Make it your own! Write it however you want!

Alrighty then, Anon! Thanks for your understanding, and for requesting this, here you go! Also, thank you so much for your patience while I worked on this, this is one of the longer things I've written and I know you requested it months ago, so I'm really happy to finally have it finished!

Orignal request:

"I had a request for a fic please!

Deadpool and Spider-man team up to save reader who was kidnapped and is being tortured by the place that tortured Wade and they have to save reader before it’s too late. (heavy whump and torture please)

Spider-man/Reader story. Deadpool’s sibling or bestie (give them both strong motive to save reader)"

Now for a disclaimer- I do not know much about the character Ajax so I cannot guarantee his personality is completely accurate here. This story is long, so I’m putting it under the cut!

“Y/N, darling!” Wade threw open the door to Y/N’s room, “it’s time for game night!”

Wade scanned the room for Y/N, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Hiding are we?” Wade said, putting his hands on his hips, “you can’t hide forever, Freeze-Pop, there’s no getting out of game night!”

Wade began to search the room. He checked under the bed, behind the desk, and in the closet. Still, there was no sign of Y/N.

“Spidey,” Wade called, “is Y/N with you?”

“Is she not in her room?” Peter called back.

“Well obviously if I’m in her room and I’m asking you where she is- of course she’s not in her room, Parker!”

Wade heard Peter’s footsteps get closer until the wall-crawler was standing right in front of him. He pushed past Wade and entered Y/N’s room. He looked in all the places that Wade had searched, then turned back to him.

“I’ll call her,” Peter finally said, “that’ll be faster.”

Wade looked over Peter’s shoulder as he swiped through his contacts until he got to the contact labeled “Y/N” with a heart next to her name. He put the phone to his ear and the pair waited for what seemed like an agonizing amount of time.

“Hey, this is Y/N,” Y/N’s voice echoed, “I’m not available at the moment, leave a message.”

Wade and Peter both exchanged worried looks. It wasn’t like Y/N to not answer her phone for Peter. Wade, sure, she’d let him go to voice mail all the time, but not Peter.

“Something’s not right,” Peter said.

“Ya think?” Wade replied, “we gotta find that little icicle fast. When was the last time you saw her?”

“I, um,” Peter started.

“Now is not the time for you to keep your little spider secrets, Parker!” Wade shouted, “when was the last time you saw Y/N?”

“last night,” Peter mumbled, a blush creeping into his cheeks,“she was having trouble sleeping, so I stayed with her until she did fall asleep.”

“And you haven’t seen her at all today?”

“Well, no, I’ve been on patrol,” Peter said.

Wade put his head in his hands.

“Parker, Parker, Parker,” Wade sighed, “you’re hopeless. Alright, let’s check the security footage. She’s probably been abducted or something.”

Peter followed Wade into the surveillance room, where Wade busied himself with punching in a keycode to pull up security footage from the previous night.

“What makes you think she’s been abducted?” Peter asked nervously.

“Well, this story is written by a writer who specializes in hurt/comfort tropes, so it only makes sense that something horrible has happened to her,” Wade replied.

“Say what?” Peter asked.

“Never mind,” Wade said, “here’s the security footage.”

The footage Wade had pulled up showed Y/N sleeping peacefully for several minutes, until her window opened slowly and a few strangers wearing masks crawled inside. One of them pulled out a syringe and injected it into Y/N’s neck. Y/N seemed to wake up, but the stranger quickly put a hand over her mouth until she fell back into a forced sleep. One of the strangers swept her up into a bridal carry and carried her out the window. The rest of the footage showed Y/N’s empty room.

“So, she has been taken,” Peter said, his hands balled into fists.

“I recognize the symbols they were wearing,” Wade said, “those are Ajax’s men.”

…

Y/N stirred on something soft. She opened her eyes to bright lights overhead. She squinted at the light and went to put her hand over her eyes but found that she couldn’t move it. In fact, she found that she couldn’t move anything at all. There were metal restraints clamped tightly across her entire body. Not an inch of her was free.

“Subject is waking up,” a voice said.

Y/N turned her head weakly and saw a group of scientists staring at her and holding clipboards. The scientists moved aside to allow a man in a black suit to walk through.

“Hello, Y/N,” the stranger said, “welcome to my base. My name is Ajax, I’m going to be taking care of you during your stay.”

Ajax? Y/N had heard Wade mention him a couple of times, and he never had anything good to say about him.

“We’re going to start by running some tests,” Ajax continued, “see the extent of your cryogenic abilities.”

One of the scientists stepped forward with a syringe in hand. Another scientist pulled Y/N’s sleeve up and wiped the inside of her elbow with an alcohol pad.

“N-no,” Y/N said, trying and failing to free herself from the restraints, “you can’t do this, you- gah!”

The scientist had injected the contents of the syringe into her system. A slight burning sensation began to spread throughout Y/N’s body, steadily growing more intense until Y/N was screaming and thrashing on the padded table. Ice spewed out of her from all directions, causing some of the scientists to jump back and others to get hit with ice. Ajax nimbly dodged the ice beams and stepped closer.

“Interesting,” he said, “your powers seem to enhance themselves through pain. We’ll have to explore this further.”

“W-why?” Y/N asked, tears streaming down her face.

Ajax took a clipboard from one of the scientists and wrote something on it before handing it back to them. He looked down at Y/N.

“Let’s just say someone you know has wronged me, and this is my way of getting justice.”

Ajax pulled out his phone. He nodded to the scientists.

“Continue your experiments,” he ordered, “don’t mind me.”

One of the scientists injected Y/N with another dose of whatever she had been given. She screamed as the burning became unbearable, and little beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead. Y/N didn’t even notice that Ajax was now recording her. White hot pain seared throughout her body. She prayed she would faint soon.

…

Spider-Man and Deadpool stepped off of the Quinjet and into one of the many forests of Canada.

“I still don’t like how you stole that jet from the Avengers,” he said.

“Look, Spidey, the Avengers are super busy doing their thing with HYDRA right now, and if they knew about Y/N’s situation, they would be more than happy to lend us the jet.” Deadpool countered.

At that moment, Deadpool’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Huh, amazing that we get signal out here,” he remarked, pulling out his phone.

Spider-Man leaned over to look at Deadpool’s screen. A video message had popped up; Deadpool clicked on it and someone Spider-Man didn’t recognize appeared on the screen.

“Hello, Wade,” the stranger said, “haven’t heard from you in a while, did you forget about me?”

“Ajax,” Deadpool bit out.

“I haven’t forgotten about you,” Ajax continued, “in fact, I’ve been wracking my brain for a way to exact my revenge for some time, and who do I find but a little ice girl you’ve been spending time with.”

The camera panned to Y/N, who was screaming on an exam table.

“At first, I just took her to get back at you,” Ajax said, “but after seeing what she can do, I think I’m gonna keep her. Who knows, maybe I’ll have a new Weapon X.”

At that, the video message ended. Spider-Man looked at Deadpool, whose hand was curled into a tight fist. The phone screen started to crack with how hard Deadpool was gripping it. He pocketed the phone and turned to Spider-Man.

“The facility is this way,” Deadpool said, pointing to a grey building, “let’s go get that son of a-”

… some time later …

Deadpool and Spider-Man approached the entrance to the facility.

“They’ll be expecting me,” Deadpool said, “but they might not be expecting you, which will make them easier to k-word.”

“K-word!?” Spider-Man asked, “Wade, we can’t kill them! The rule-”

“Spidey, I recognize that you have a no-k-word rule, but given that it’s a stupid no-k-word rule, I’ve elected to ignore it,” Deadpool said, unsheathing one of his katanas.

“What!?”

“It’s an Avengers MCU reference-”

“We can’t kill them,” Spider-Man repeated, “those men might have families-”

“So did the Nazis, but that didn’t stop Cap from unaliving them,” Deadpool pointed out, unsheathing his other katana and stepping inside.

“Please,” Spider-Man asked, following him, “if Y/N finds out you killed people because of her, she’ll feel so guilty and she won’t want to talk to you anymore!”

Deadpool stopped in his tracks. He sighed loudly and dramatically.

“Fine… fine.. fine!” Deadpool conceded, “no k-wording. But I’m definitely sending some of these guys to the hospital.”

Spider-Man sighed. That was better than killing them, he supposed.

Deadpool and Spider-Man made their way to the experimentation lab, taking out a few guards in the process. Spider-Man tried to knock them out or web them up as swiftly as possible; Deadpool, on the other hand…

“AAAAAAAGH!” the guard screamed.

“That’ll teach you to touch what doesn’t belong to you!” Deadpool seethed, yanking his katana out of the guard’s shoulder.

Spider-Man kicked the door to the lab down, and he and Deadpool stepped inside. In the center of the lab was a plush exam table, and lying on top of it, covered in harsh metal restraints, was Y/N. Spider-Man and Deadpool ran to her side. She was completely unconscious.

“Hey, Freeze-Pop, wake up,” Deadpool said, gently slapping her.

Y/N’s eyes flew open. She looked around the room wildly until her eyes landed on her friends.

“Peter?” she asked groggily, “Wade?”

“Yeah, it’s us,” Spider-Man said, “we’re gonna get you out of here.”

“You’ll do no such thing.”

Deadpool and Spider-Man whipped around to see Ajax charging his power. Two flames appeared in his hands.

“Ajax,” Spider-Man growled.

“Take care of Y/N,” Deadpool said, stepping in front of Spider-Man, “Francis is mine.”

“Wait… his name is Francis?” Spider-Man asked.

“I’ve told you never to call me Francis, Wilson!”

Ajax sent two flames hurtling toward the group. Deadpool shielded everyone with his body while Spider-Man tore off the restraints pinning Y/N to the table. Deadpool lunged, katanas in hand, while Spider-Man lifted Y/N in a bridal carry.

“Ready to get out of here?” Spider-Man asked.

Y/N nodded weakly. She watched as the facility walls went by in a blur, and suddenly she was outside in a forest. Spider-Man carried her up to the Quinjet, which was cloaked, and laid her down on a bench.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Everything burns,” Y/N admitted, “I wanna go home.”

“We’re gonna get you home, I promise,” Spider-Man said.

Spider-Man reached over Y/N and pulled a labeled syringe out of an overhead compartment.

“What is that?” Y/N asked, tensing.

“It’s a painkiller,” Spider-Man explained, “it’ll help with the burning sensation.”

“N-no,” Y/N said, shaking her head weakly, “no more needles, please-”

“Y/N, this is the only way I know how to help,” Spider-Man reasoned.

“No!” Y/N was beginning to cry now, “please no!”

Spider-Man’s heart broke at the sound of Y/N’s cries. She needed the medicine, but he couldn’t bear to traumatize her anymore. He wracked his brain for a solution. His lenses widened as an idea came to his head. Slowly, he lifted up his mask past his mouth.

“Y/N,” he said gently, “look at me, please.”

Y/N sniffled and looked up at Spider-Man. He leaned down and, very gently, pressed his lips against hers. Y/N’s eyes widened, then fluttered closed. Spider-Man discreetly brought the syringe down into her shoulder and injected the contents into her system. A few moments later, he pulled away.

“There,” he said, “try to rest. Wade will be back soon and then we can-”

The sound of footsteps clanging on the Quinjet ramp alerted Spider-Man and Y/N. Deadpool stood before them, and he was covered in blood.

“Spidey,” he said, panting, “I may have broken the no k-word rule.”

…

Epilogue

Y/N snuggled in closer to Peter on the couch as Wade entered the room, with a bowl of ice cream in hand.

“One bowl of ice cream for the resident ice queen!” he said, handing the bowl to Y/N.

“Thanks, Wade,” Y/N said sleepily.

“Seriously?” Wade asked incredulously, “you’re falling asleep already? It’s only six p.m.!”

“Give her a break, Wade,” Peter said, “she’s been through a lot; she’s not gonna recover in two days.”

Y/N started slowly eating her ice cream. It was her favorite flavor, and it felt so good going down her throat. There was still a bit of residual burning pain, but nothing like what it had been a couple days ago, especially since Wade and Peter had her on painkillers around the clock.

“I love you guys,” she said, closing her eyes.

Peter chuckled and caught the bowl of ice cream before it could slide out of Y/N’s weakening grip.

“We love you too, Y/N,” he said, planting a kiss on her forehead.

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tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @valiantphantomangel @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @hdxhart

[emmyfairy]

Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling

Hi anon, I officially love u for sending in a request 🙂

Request: Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling 

A/N: Okay I tried my best but please know! I am NOT Asian (technically) but I do know what it is like to get harassed and hated on for your heritage, I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough time 🙁- let me know if this is okay/ if ANYTHING is offensive and I will fix it!! (I’ve also never written headcanons before sooooooo)

Brahms

COVID? Pandemic? What on Earth are you talking about silly girl?? 🙃

Let’s be real our lovable wall crawler would hardly understand the pandemic, he never leaves the house after all, even if you try to get it through how awful it all is

He understands it’s something to be scared of, but doesn't really get it ya’know?

Let’s say you get back to the mansion one day after grocery shopping (the local store can’t deliver) and as soon as you walk in the door, you're slamming it behind you with tears in your eyes.

Brahms is immediately concerned, cocking his head and approaching you

Seeing him and all his cuteness just makes you want to cry more 

He wraps you up in his arms, a rare moment of him taking care of you, and carries you over to the couch (groceries be damned) 

After explaining to him what happened, about the cruel things people in town shouted at you, blamed you for, etc. the man was fuming

How could anyone say such things to his love?? His love??? You?? Like you're right there and so perfect, how could anyone just NOT see that?

Brahms can hardly relate to your struggle, he has never been singled out due to his race, but he would try his best to understand and comfort you

This includes lots of pampering and cuddles, ahem, clawfoot bathtub.

Thomas

Sweet Tommy, love of your life, would absolutely tear through anyone that dared utter a single word of offense towards you

That’s just the way it is hun

This man’s down bad for you

Let’s be real, Thomas’ family and you live in the hick side of Texas, people aren't the most open minded there on a normal day y'all sorry

So during the pandemic? A riot in the worst way

You couldn't understand how people could be so mean

At one point you refused to leave the house, it had become so bad, this was past harassment and cruel taunts, the people of this town weren't afraid of grabbing at you.

That is until they see your big hubby 

Little fools sure are running now huh? Big man with the chainsaw is coming for their racist asses

No Tommy you still have to wear a mask… no baby yours isn't enough let's get you a proper one… Tommy… Tommy get back here!!

After properly dealing with the bullies in his charming fashion, Tommy would simply dote on you, I’m talking big game here girl

He’s a shy man, we know, but when you're feeling so hurt and down? All that gets pushed aside for lifting your spirits. 

He puts his chainsaw aside and spends the remainder of the day with you, whether its puttering around the house, taking a shower together, or just hanging out. Maybe y’all cooked some yummy dinner together, all cutesy and shit in the kitchen (i’m jealous of u) and then washed each others hair in the shower

Man is greasy pls scrub him 

Then spend the night cuddled up and smoochin’ 

Bubba

When you tell Bubba about what’s been happening the poor thing gets so sad for you

The Sawyers likely don't believe in modern medicine, and likely think the pandemic isn't real 

Bubba doesn't care if its real or not, what’s real to him is you being upset

He believes the townspeople are mean, look at him for goodness sake, he knows what it’s like to be bullied, even if it is for very different reasons

Bubba will hurt them for you if you want him to, but he’s more likely to just sit and cry with you

If you ask him he’ll comfort you, he’ll bring you something pretty he’s found, maybe a smooth bone or a shiny rock

Billy & Stu

At the beginning of the pandemic these two doofs played off its seriousness, but once people close to them started getting sick it sunk in

Your health was at risk, and being the love of their lives and the object of their obsession they absolutely couldn't let ANYTHING happen to you

I’m talking masks, sanitizer, distancing, everything and more

They felt a bit settled into the routine of the pandemic now, no matter how scary the new normal was, but when they noticed/you told them about the harassment?

Sorry to burst ur bubble racist assholes but u got like 2 seconds to live

Absolutely zero remorse from these two, if anyone even looks at you the wrong way ( or any way really) that’s it, they are a goner 

Once your boys get back from stabby time, its you time baby

You think these other boys spoiled you? ( they did I was there ) get ready for 2x the cuddles, 2x the preening, 2x the pampering, 2x the food, 2x EVERYTHING

Lucky you 

AT the end of the night, you end up totally comforted in your Loomis/Macher sandwich

I hope this was alright! Feel free to request again!

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Anon sent: "Sinful gif 7D Fearne being separated from the group and ends up alone with a minotaur, one thing lead to another for her survival."

Sinful Gifs: 7D

The steady, firm smack of flesh on flesh reverberated off the walls of one of the deeper rooms in the Seat of Disdain, accompanied by the passionate, desperate moans of a whore being broken in. Fearne had heard those sounds before, but never falling from her own lips—and never so passionately, as the bull-man behind her rammed her ass with the force of a battering ram.

In hindsight, perhaps seducing the Minotaur wasn’t the best way to ensure her survival—but what else was she supposed to do? The rest of her team had escaped out the walls of the Seat of Disdain via runaway Crawler, and the bumpy ride had sent her flying back into the fort, and at the mercy of the towering Paragon’s Call member who had found her.

With the situation like that, what other option did she have but flirt the pants off of him?

Fearne was jerked from her own self-reflection by a pair of hands around her throat—the Minotaur behind her huffing gruffly as he fucked her even harder. The desperate cries for before grew even more labored, her eyes rolling back—he was so ruthless, so relentless, and she could feel her sanity slipping away. It was just so much—so, so much, she couldn’t—

As she threw her head back in a scream, the Minotaur slammed balls deep into the sexy faun, his cock buried deep into her womb as he pumped his hot, potent load into her. He grunted, growling, pulling her tight against his chest, and pumped his hips steadily into hers, ensuring every last dropped filled her, while her slender goat legs kicked futilely in her own release.

With a final sigh, the Minotaur dropped her to his bed, leaving the now-broken faun shuddering and gasping in pleasure. Thick cum spilling from her folds—the first load of many, she was sure, from her new owner.

The thought of it made a lewd smile spread across her face.

[12thbiologist]

ok hello! :3 pocketbook sized annihilation anon again! so Obviously there are . um some discrepancies between the book and the movie and i've been really fascinated to hear your ideas on how it couldve been adapted better! now i Cant promise anything But! i'm receiving a camera for my birthday and im thinking an Annihilation mini web series could be obtainable and Incredibly fun to do! so could i ask you for more ideas on how to translate the book to videos (and how to possibly do the affects of Area X on a well Much Smaller budget)

this is open to anyone who sees this ask and has ideas btw!! gonna keep a running list on ideas so any and all opinions on how to do this best are welcome! thank you!

- 🪢 (gonna claim an emoji for myself if thats alright! since i might become a regular around here :3)

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU JUST ENABLED IN ME OKAY. i have soo many ideas and even if you dont end up making anything it is so fun to think about regardless

incredible news about area x effects: there are none!!!! or at least, there doesnt have to be. the movie makes the border really really showy and fancy and prism-looking, but its actually inaccurate for the book's version of area x: the border is completely invisible! it just looks like a regular patch of swampy florida wilderness but you take a step too far and you're swept up into area x/the border. area x looks almost entirely just like a normal wilderness, save for certain things or animals feeling just slightly Too human. so thats good for low budget!!

the hardest things to adapt in area x are definitely the crawler and the tower, probably, and theyre not in the movie at all. unless you know where a giant staircase covered in green glowing stuff is, thats gonna be tough. your best bet is prooobably to try and find an empty spiral stairwell thats dark-ish and somehow get ambient green lighting in there and put lettering on the walls if you can find somewhere that will let you. the crawler is basically impossible to adapt to film in any good way outside of some crazy impressive cgi, but if i was shooting an annihilation adaptation i wouldnt even try to! instead of trying to get the crawler right, just focus on the individuals seeing it and let the viewer's imagination do the rest. like the shot in the movie where lena is staring into the alien blob and the light is reflecting in her eyes. the brightness is also hard, but not necessary to adapt visually since it is (mostly) an internal feeling of brightness

as for how to adapt specifically annihilation, thats kind of dependent on how you want to format the story. found footage would be cool and also quite easy to do, plus theres actual found footage from the expeditions so theres precedent + reference for how video gets fucky in area x!!! if it's a bit more of a linear story/a direct adaptation of the book, i absolutely recommend using a lot of nature imagery + nature stuff in the photography and obscuring the people as much as possible- especially the biologist!!! not sure how viable this is for a small project, but using reoccurring visual motifs would also be cool (like associating the biologist with circular/spiraly stuff, the husband with birds, area x with tall shapes, etc.)

also i am So down to try and help with like, concept art or storyboards (??) for this because it sounds so fun and i want an excuse to draw cool southern reach compositions

[falling-pages]

Hi so like I'm new to your blog 👉👈 and I was wondering if maybe you could do the host club reacting to the reader being really scared of bugs? Like even butterflies lol

Hello anon!! Welcome to the family 🥰 I am so glad you’re here! That is a good request. I love imagining the hosts as brave heroes to defend their S/Os in time of need 🥰

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Tamaki:

Ever the chivalrous knight, he is determined to protect you from danger large and small

But as soon as he lays eye on the bug, he’s joining you in the mushroom corner weeping his eyes out

Granted, he’ll cover you against the wall so you will still be slightly protected, but he is too prim and proper to do anything else

Will cry for Kyoya to come kill it

Most of the time Hikaru beats him to it and grabs the bug and starts chasing both of you around the room with it

The only exception is butterflies. Tamaki loves butterflies

He thinks they’re so pretty

So if you see a butterfly then he will take it and set it free, waxing poetic about its beauty

Once it’s gone, he will hug you and coo in your ear until you feel better

Kyoya:

Very nonchalant about it

At first he thinks your fear is immature, but once he sees the terror in your eyes his mind will change

Prefers someone else disposes of it, because he doesn’t like to get his hands dirty

If he has to get rid of it himself, then he will drop a cup on it, slide some paper underneath, and bring it outside

He tends to let butterflies go, but will kill other bugs

Once it’s gone he will comfort you by telling you it is not going to hurt you, and that you are much stronger and braver that it is

Haruhi:

Will not hesitate to squash that creepy crawler into oblivion

She’s had to dispose of more than one dead bug in all the time she grew up alone

Her father is afraid of bugs too so she’s used to the hysterics

Once she sees you tearing up, she will roll up a newspaper and SWAT

Bug no more

She’ll clean up the body and then show you the place it was to assure you it is gone

Will comfort you with soft words

Hikaru:

The absolute worst

He’s such a meanie. He will pick it up and chase you with it

Only when he sees you sobbing will he realize that it’s not funny

He’ll fling the bug away and immediately rush to your side to comfort you, apologizing over and over that he hurt you

Once you’re better recovered, he goes back on the hunt for the bug

That bug made his S/O cry, so now it has to die

His preferred method is stomping on it. He doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty

He’ll sweep it up and dispose of it and, after washing his hands, will hug you until you feel better

Kaoru:

What a sweet, sensitive soul

He’s not a big fan of bugs either, so he gets it

Also doesn’t like getting his hands dirty, but will if he needs to

He’ll hit the bug with a newspaper until it’s dead and then throw it away

He’s very no-fuss about it

He’d do anything to make his S/O feel comfortable

Will tell jokes to make you smile

Honey:

This boy is out for blood 

Have you seen the way he deals with grown trained soldiers? This bug doesn’t stand a chance

Absolutely refuses to kill butterflies. They go with his aesthetic. He will capture it and bring it outside

But any other creepy crawly was dead the moment you saw it

Uses his fancy martial arts moves to disintegrate the bug into ashes

Makes Mori clean it up since, again, the aesthetic

Will take you out for cake to help you feel better

Mori:

This man is an animal lover and spends a lot of time outdoors in nature, so he initially doesn’t understand your fear of bugs 

“They’re just creatures, like us. Why do you want it dead?”

But then when he sees you cry, panic, or scramble to get away, his mood changes

He loves you more than anything

So anything that scares you is dead

He makes you turn your face away so you don’t have to watch as he kills it

Depending on the bug, he might let it crawl into his hands and put it back outside away from you, but if it’s really big or scary then he will kill it

He hates seeing you cry

After washing his hands, he will come back and lovingly pat your head, calming you down and comforting you with soft, whispered words

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This was so fun to write! Thank you for the request. My ask box is open for: Ouran headcanons and short x reader requests

[neosimi]

hiiii ♡ i love all your content and you’ve made me want to get into converting like you!! i found a tutorial but got stumped on which item to clone in simpe - the list is sooooo long uwu can you share which items you usually use for converting? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

hi there anon, thank you i'm flattered! ♡

well it depends on what you're converting but assuming it's deco, here's a quick list of what i tend to clone in simpe:

sculpture: freezer bunny

plant: orchid/mystic life flower vase

wall hanging: open wall fan or butterfly crawler for stickers/wall writing.

a good resource too is the CEP objects list by ignorantbliss. you can see which objects aren't recolorable, which you'd likely want to steer away from. it's a pdf in the documentation folder. :]

[evienyx]

DSMP Citizens POV 4: The Rebellious Teenager

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Hel had lived on the Dream SMP server for longer than they cared to remember. Their parents had moved them and their siblings to the server rather early on, before there was anything more than the main faction. It was peaceful, for a good while, and Hel did their studies, made friends, and lived a calm life.

Then, though, a man by the name of Wilbur Soot, with the help of his right-hand man, TommyInnit, started a revolution, fighting for independence from the rest of the server, and things seemed to almost immediately fall into chaos.

Hel, the oldest of their siblings and right around the same age as TommyInnit himself, did what their parents told them to do: Stay out of trouble. Dream, the Admin of the server, was decidedly not happy with L’Manburg’s defiance, and each side rallied their forces to prepare for a war.

“Hel,” their mother said as they stared out the window at respawned troops running back toward the battlefield, smoke billowing into the sky, “Stay out of it. Don’t get caught in the crossfire because you’re curious. You’ll just end up making enemies, and they’ll come after your siblings just to get back at you, I promise you they will.”

A hand rested on their shoulder. They turned their head to meet their mother’s firm gaze. “Stay out of it.”

And so Hel stayed out of it.

Their friends made bets on which side would win and how.

“I’ll say Dream will win by killing all of them for… three diamonds.”

“Ha, c’mon, that’s lame! I’ll say Dream wins by killing them all and imprisoning them when they respawn for, uh, let’s say five diamonds.”

“I bet Dream kills them all until all their lives are gone for, uh, three diamonds.”

Hel was the only one who bet that L’Manburg would end up winning. They took home most of the prize pool, with one of their friends getting a small cut for correctly guessing that Dream would have a traitor working for him within L’Manburg.

“Who was the traitor?” One of their friends asked them, as Hel was the one who had been the most interested in the members of the Revolution.

Hel shrugged. That information had been kept rather underwraps.

“Oh, well. Anyway, what do you think about King Eret being in charge, now?”

“A puppet monarch if ever I’ve seen one.”

“Yeah, but a pretty puppet monarch.”

“Point taken.”

After L’Manburg gained independence, Hel came home from school one day to boxes lining the front room of the house.

“What’s going on?”

“Mom and Dad decided we’re moving to L’Manburg,” their younger sister said, passing by with her arms full of books that she dropped into a nearby box. “Now that the war is over, they decided that they like President Soot’s policies more, I guess.”

Hel raised an eyebrow but grabbed a box and moved upstairs to begin packing away their own things.

“Why didn’t you fight for L’Manburg?” Their new neighbor, someone who had, asked them about a week after they’d moved in.

“Wanted to stay out of trouble,” Hel replied simply. The neighbor shrugged, passed over a welcome gift of flowers from the Prime Path Flower Shop, and left. Hel shifted the bundle of daffodils in their hands before moving to put them into a vase.

A bit of time passed, and the L’Manburg elections were announced. Hel’s parents and siblings all stayed rather distant from politics.

“No need to waste time paying attention to something that doesn’t matter anyway,” their father said as he held the ladder so their mother could paint the new wood on a corner of their house that had gotten blown apart during a recent conflict between VP Tommy and Dream.

“At least this doesn’t cost us anything to redo,” their mother said each time, as President Soot allocated funds to anyone who needed to rebuild because of a conflict that they weren’t involved in.

“Still need to do the labor,” Hel responded every time, often on their hands and knees to assist their parents.

Their mother would hum vaguely, then, and continue working.

Hel could understand their parents not wanting to pay attention while it was just POG2020 in the running, but when SWAG2020 announced their candidacy, their family still didn’t care. There were stakes now, things that could change in the event that the administration changed, but still their parents didn’t even bother listening to what each candidate promised.

“There are how many parties, now?” Their mother asked one evening when Hel mentioned the debates.

“Four. POG2020, SWAG2020, SCHLATT2020, and COCONUT2020,” Hel replied, despite the fact that they had just talked about this.

Their mother furrowed her eyebrows. “Which one is led by Secretary Underscore, again?”

“None of them.”

As the elections approached, Hel found themselves getting more and more nervous. There were people, ones who had moved into L’Manburg and the server itself long after the Revolution and so had never witnessed Wilbur Soot’s leadership in action, who were passionately supporting SWAG2020.

“A change in leadership is needed,” one of their friends, someone who had moved from a larger survival server with their family about a week-and-a-half after the L’Manburg Revolution ended. “President Soot and VP Tommy have been in charge this whole time! A new perspective is necessary for the country to develop.”

When the election results were announced, Hel wondered if this was what their friend had meant by ‘a new perspective.’

Their parents hadn’t come to hear the results, nor to witness the inauguration that would immediately follow, but Hel was there in the stands, watching the members of the four campaigns standing on the stage above.

President Soot announced the victory of SCHLATT2020 thanks to the coalition government, and he sat with VP Tommy in reserved seats just a few rows ahead of Hel as Schlatt took the microphone for himself.

Then, before Hel could even blink, the leaders of the previous administration were being chased out of the event, and then ex-President Soot fell over, an arrow in his back and screams for VP Tommy on his lips/, and then his body was gone, returned to the server for the second time, with only one more chance before it would stay there for good.

Hel heard whispers of an internal rebellion, led by Niki Nihachu, who were in support of the Pogtopia rebellion that was sprouting up under direction of Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit, and immediately went to the bakery.

“Hello,” Niki Nihachu said, looking rather exhausted as she grabbed a cupcake for another customer and began to bag it. “How can I help you today?”

Hel wet their lips, remembering what one of their friends told them to say. “Feel free to call me crazy, but I was actually wondering if you had anything made with cave crawlers?”

The customer in front of them gave them an odd look as they paid for their cupcake.

“I’ll see if I can find something,” Nihachu said, cracking a smile. “Could you wait for a few minutes?”

Hel nodded and the other customer hurried out of the shop a moment later. Nihachu helped two more people who entered the bakery before she moved into the back room, beckoning at them to follow.

“Niki, nice to meet you,” she said, holding out a hand. Hel took her hand in theirs and shook it firmly.

“I’m Hel, it’s nice to meet you, too,” they replied. “I’ve been trying to get my parents to move to Pogtopia to support the rebellion, but they don’t want to, so I’m here to help however I can.”

Niki smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.”

They snuck around with their friends involved in Niki’s internal rebellion, listening to what the baker told them to do, silently tipping her extra money to compensate for her increased taxes, and, one night, as they were sneaking back into their house in Manburg after helping vandalize the White House, the lights flicked on as they moved to go up the stairs.

Hel winced. They took in a deep breath and turned around to see their parents standing there, arms crossed, their oldest younger sibling standing next to them.

“Hey, guys,” Hel said, forcing a smile. “I was just grabbing some water…”

Their mother glared, and they felt their heart sink in their chest.

“I wasn’t doing anything dangerous!” Hel exclaimed five minutes later, sat on the couch with their parents looming over them. Their siblings weren’t being very discreet where they stood on the stairs, peering around the corner.

“You’re part of a rebellion!” Their father replied. “That, by definition, is dangerous!”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me!” Hel shot back. “I’m in my final year of school, I’m basically an adult!”

“But you’re not, Hel, you’re not!”

"Well someone has to be!" Hel growled out. "Schlatt is ruining this country!"

"You don't need to be worrying about that," their mother said. "You work on your studies, and play with your friends, and stop it with all this rebellion talk."

"I'm not going to go live in Hypixel like you and Dad did!" Hel said. "I don't want to go to a 'big' server to 'find myself!' I'm going to stay here and I am going to fight for what I care about!"

"What, you're just going to leave? Go join the rebellion. Leave you family behind?" Their mother asked, her nostrils flaring and hair wild.

Hel grit their teeth. "Watch me."

Their parents calling their name behind them, younger siblings frozen around the corner, Hel shouldered their bag again and stalked out the door, slamming it closed as they went. Their face hot and eyes stinging, Hel went to the spot on the Manburg border that they had learned was never surveilled, glanced around, and then slipped into the forest.

A few hours later, they ran into a Pogtopia scouting group, who attacked them until they managed to say the newest code that they had been given for the rebellion. One member of the group split off to lead them back through the forest farther.

"Pogtopia isn't the most... luxurious, I guess," the scout said, "But it's not forever." They turned and faced a dirty wall of rock. The scout knocked on the rock in a rather quick pattern, and a moment later, the wall fell away to reveal the tired face of a guard. The scout nodded to the guard, who returned the greeting, and Hel followed them inside, the rock wall closing behind them. As the scout led them down the stairs, they looked back at Hel and said, "I hope you like potatoes."

Before Hel could ask what they were talking about, they went around the final turn in the staircase and emerged in an enormous ravine. Lanterns hung from the ceiling, bridges strung across to allow access to rooms dug into the walls. The bottom of the ravine was expanded out, and people moved past one another with a surprising amount of purpose.

"Welcome to Pogtopia," the scout said, patting Hel on the shoulder. They realized that they had been staring. The scout cracked a smile. "C'mon. Let's get you sorted."

Hel was given a bunk a few hours after, a chest for themself, and was officially a member of Pogtopia. As they talked with friends that they hadn't seen since the election, they pretended that their heart didn't feel a bit empty.

For the months following, Hel assisted where they could. They helped establish firmer contact with Nihachu and the internal rebellion. They gave any information they had, and contacted trustworthy friends of theirs to get insider information. They attended training to learn how to wield a weapon, and they was taught how to disguise themselves, and quiet their footsteps, and, for some reason, how to prepare potatoes.

"Sometimes we need extra hands," the kitchen head who had asked President Soot to require the class told Hel. "Technoblade grows a lot of potatoes."

Hel found that that was true very quickly when, a week later, they were called out of training early to help out at the kitchens and watched as a piglin hybrid lugged in barrels and barrels of potatoes.

"This enough?" The hybrid asked gruffly once he'd brought in the sixth and final barrel.

The Head Chef nodded, a gentle smile on her face. "Yes, this will be good for the week, thank you, Technoblade."

Technoblade gave her a nod in return before turning and leaving the room without another word.

"We prepare everything other than dinner in advance," the Head Chef told Hel after the hybrid was gone. "And sometimes he shows up with more than this. Thankfully we had enough forewarning to get some help here before he showed up."

Other than the cold, damp nature of the ravine, and the general serious, somber feeling that clouded everything, Pogtopia wasn't the worst place to live. Hel enjoyed themself more than they had living with their parents, and they felt like they had a purpose, much more than when all they did was study.

"Tomorrow, November 16th, we shall fight the combined forces of Manburg and the Greater SMP to determine the fate of our country," President Soot said. Everyone had seen the deterioration of their leader, there was no way to miss it, and the mania in his eyes was present even now, but he was smiling, and he sounded hopeful, so the people couldn't help but feel the same. "Those of you who wish to fight have already indicated so, and everyone else has been given their jobs."

Niki Nihachu, who had fully joined Pogtopia after the Manburg Festival, stepped forward. "Remember, you might be fighting against friends. You might be fighting against family. The Manburg and Greater SMP forces will be shooting to kill. You must be prepared to do the same."

"We will not ask you to sacrifice your morals," President Soot continued, "But if you do not think that you would be able to kill if you're backed into a corner, then feel free to pull yourself from the forces. Make sure you do it by the end of the night."

Soot's fingers tapped aggressively against his leg, and he kept glancing up to the roof of the ravine. Then, without another word, he was gone, Niki trailing behind him.

The people of Pogtopia who had been present and not just listening over the loudspeakers dispersed to go prepare for the battle the next day. As they did, there was a crackle above them again and, just as it had twice every day for weeks, VP Tommy's voice came through the speakers.

"Hello, Pogtopia!" He exclaimed, static filling his words thanks to his volume. Someone hissed at him, and he quieted. "Er, sorry. This is Big Man TommyInnit, just reminding you again not to touch any of the buttons on the walls if you don't want everyone to die! Thanks!" There was another crackle, and the voice disappeared.

Hel exchanged glances with the person next to them and shifted a bit more away from the wall before continuing on.

The battle the following day went by quickly. Their family was nowhere to be seen, and Hel had been put on ranged combat, anyway. They bowed down anyone not on their side, and hoped that none of the people they were killing were on their last life.

When all was said and done, Hel stood watching the newly-inaugurated President Tubbo speak of rebuilding their country, and Hel felt pride swell up in their chest feeling that, now that they've fought for L'Manburg, they could truly call it theirs.

Then, there was a hissing below them. People in the crowd around them screamed. Hel spun around, watching in confusion as the people ran. The ground shook, then everything froze for a moment, and then they were gone.

Hel shot up in their bunk in Pogtopia. Their hands shook, their face was hot, tears falling from their eyes. Someone grabbed at them, and they let out a cry, whacking the hand away.

"Hey, Hel, calm down, calm down."

They blinked and focused in on the Head Chef, standing in front of them with a gentle smile.

"What happened?" She asked.

Hel's mouth was dry. They wet their lips.

"We... We won," Hel said.

The Head Chef gasped and relayed the information to someone at the door, who called it out to the rest of the occupants of the ravine. The remaining members of Pogtopia could be heard cheering.

"Wait, if we won..." The Head Chef looked down at them. "How did you die?"

Hel, as well as the other Pogtopia members who were respawning from the explosion and following fight, explained what had happened. Apparently, Hel got off lucky, as Technoblade had then spawned Withers. That was when they all noticed the notification that had shot through their communicators, one that informed the whole server of Wilbur Soot's death.

"That was his last life," the Head Chef said, and she sounded like she wasn't particularly surprised. Her arms, at some point, had ended up embracing Hel.

"So, we won, but our country is gone, and whatever is left is being led by a teenager?" Someone asked.

Hel, sixteen-years-old and freshly dead themself, buried their face in their hands and pretended that the Head Chef's arms, holding them close, were their parents' instead.

[iamdevouring-god]

i call being the flower-critter for the wedding if i can come :3

-wall crawler

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(I would love nothing more, of course I will have to check with Kenneth... regarding his preference.)

@ihatemysontravis

K̵̝̫̘̭̀́e̵͍̣̗̼̐̔̊̄͗n̸͔͕̾̈ǹ̶̡̳̭͚̭̂͆̕̚e̸̼͚͍̦̒̂t̸̼̟̊̓̃̈ḫ̶̨̛̯̾,̴̡̪͈͕̄̇́̚ ̵̧̹̩͉͇͑͝ẇ̷̫̪͔̝̭̌ē̵̺̱̓̊̈́ ̷̡̝̯͚̲̆͛h̶̨̢̛̜̽̇̍̑͜a̸̱̤̓̇́͛v̷̫́e̴̢̮̍͘͠ͅ ̷̺̺̖̈̅a̸͖̭͒ ̶̣̖̲̥̀̈́̀͊͝v̷̡̫̀̂͠ȏ̴́̐̊͝ͅl̶͙̥̣͓̹̾̍̎͆u̷̠̒̓ñ̷̥͔̱̔̓̚ţ̶̕ę̷̢͕̟̿e̶̬̔̇̄̇̐r̵̙͖̗̣̰̂͒̀ ̷̻̼̋̉f̶͎̻͈̩̿̀̐͘o̷͎̰͇̼͕̿̆̂͝r̸͕̒̿͐̚ ̶̛͉̱̣͓̈́̋͠a̶̢͎̟͎̗̅̀͊̎͘s̵̭͈̹̞͌̽̑̈́ͅś̸͎̰̊́͊ì̷͕̝̗̀̄s̷̝̲͗̓̿ṫ̶̢̰͗̄i̷̢̳̬̺͒̓̐̒̌n̵̦̣̜̮̓ġ̵̱̄̈́ ̴̘̇̈́į̵̢̬̺̲͛̑͝n̶͙̰͐͊͜͝ ̷̡͕̟͍̅͊̀ṱ̷̘̇̅h̸̻̃̊e̵̱͘͘ ̵͖̪͆̔̔̑̓c̷̱̦̰̖͈̈͆̾e̶̢̞̯̾̈́ṙ̸̨͕͔̐̀́͌ē̴͈̈͠m̴̥͊̿̈́̚o̷͔̒n̵̹͕͈͝ÿ̸̲͕̟̭́͑̊̍̀͜.̷̮̻̀̾͗̂̒

(Kenneth, we have a volunteer for assisting in the ceremony.)

[linkspooky]

You Heroes Hurt Your Own Families

You can’t move in this world yet, so let us handle this. 

Chapter 286 shows once again the contrast between who Nana is for Deku, a helpful mentor, a guiding voice, and who she is not for Shigaraki. As you said Anon there is a good vs bad contrast in the way Nana is pictured for Deku, as opposed to the way AFO has his hand on Shigaraki’s neck. It’s a helping hand for Deku, a violent, controlling hand for Shigaraki. 

This is recurring imagery. Deku often receives help, whereas again and again Shigaraki is hurt. The irony being here that Nana Shimura is responsible for Shimura Tenko, and not Deku. Deku receives almost everything that Shimura Tenko was owed, from the people who were responsible for both Kotaro and later Tenko and chose to neglect that responsibility. Deku receives help when he needs it, and Shimura Tenko has never received the help he needs that’s the difference between the two. It all goes back to Shigaraki’s phrase and how that relates to Nana Shimura. 

“You heroes hurt your own families just to help complete strangers.”

1. With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

Horikoshi obviously takes inspiration from Spiderman. The character Koichi Haimawari is modeled after him (he climbs up walls like Spiderman and his alias is “The crawler” get it like... a bug... like a bug man... like a spider man). (Even though Spiders are technically arachnids). 

Deku’s origin story also has its parallels to Peter Parker’s origin. When Stan Lee first created the character it was unheard of to have a hero turn out to be just a normal kid. The entire concept behind Spider Man is Peter Parker is not someone chosen by destiny like Super Man, or someone propelled by tragedy like Batman. He is for all intents and purposes a normal new york teenager who you could find anywhere, who suddenly had all this power thrown on him. All Might even explicitly says this: they weren’t chosen ones. 

Peter Parker is an average kid who suddenly has all of this power thrown onto him by completely random circumstance. He didn’t do anything to earn it. A spider just bit him, and now he’s stronger, faster, and can climb walls. The same way that besides being quirkless, Deku was just kind of a normal, not-special kid who just happened to come across All Might one day. 

The point of making Peter Parker a normal person is that he also reacts normally to getting a whole bunch of power out of nowhere. Most people are not good or bad, most people are just reacting to circumstances. Peter’s first reaction is to go on a power trip. He uses his powers selfishly, only for himself. 

Once again why would Peter Parker’s first response to being given super powers be to use it for other people? He’s kind of a lonely kid, he’s bullied at school, he’s used to feeling weak. He’s not super man, and not bat man so he really has no reason to care enough about other people to fight for others. 

Then, Peter Parker lets a robber go he could have stopped. The reason he lets this robber go is because, once again, it doesn’t really affect him. The robber then runs out of the building and escapes. By pure chance he runs into Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben, unlike Peter, sees a man running away with all that money and tries to stop him. He fights, and then accidentally gets shot by the robber’s gun. Peter finds his uncle dying in the street. 

Uncle Ben tells him: With great power, comes great responsibility. 

It doesn’t actually matter that there’s no way Peter could have known the robber was going to shoot Uncle Ben. It’s a story. It’s a story where the events happen in the way they did because there’s a point to telling the story that way. The point being that, Peter Parker wanted power without responsibility. 

He wanted to have all his cool new super powers, but he only wanted to use them for himself and not other people. 

However, there will always be consequences to your actions. You are responsible for all of the consequences both intentional and unintentional. That’s the same responsibility that Peter was avoiding. 

Until that point, having super powers was just a fantasy, a power trip. Peter did not want to take responsibility, until Uncle Ben died and suddenly he realized there are real consequences to his actions. That’s why he has to choose them, carefully, responsibly. 

The story wasn’t punishing Peter for not being able to save everyone in the world, or not being perfect, it was punishing Peter for not taking any responsibility for his actions. 

Power without responsibility is dangerous. Because it quickly turns into a power trip like the one that Peter was on. 

What Kotaro, and then later Shigaraki both assert by this phrase is that heroes fail in their responsibilities. The question Shigaraki is acting is how can people who can’t even act responsible towards their own families be responsible for the lives of other people? 

As I’ve said above and plenty of times in the past. People are not good or bad. People are just people, reacting to circumstances. You aren’t responsible for circumstances but you are responsible for your reactions. This is also true for abuse. People tend to have a black and white view of abuse. That it’s a bad thing done by bad people. Perfectly good people, are capable of perpetuating abuse because it’s not an individual moral decision it’s a reaction to a cycle.

A lot of people want to demonize Kotaro in order to put Nana’s actions towareds him in a better light. However, as someone who dislikes Kotaro but at least understands him I will say this. 

What Nana did to him was an abuse. Kotaro did not ask to be born. Nana was the one who made the decision to bring him into this world. She is the one who made the decision to be a hero, and start a family at the same time. However, when it came time to make a choice she couldn’t choose Kotaro.

It was a pressured choice, it was a forced choice, and Nana never intended for Kotaro to be hurt but you are still responsible for your choice, both intended and unintended consequences. 

Neglecting the child you’re repsonsible is abuse. It’s abuse as bad and as insidious as hitting and punishing a child. In both cases, a child is not receiving what they need in order to grow up, from the people who are responsible for raising them. 

And Abuse, cycles. It cycles because most people are just people reacting to circumstances. Late into his life, Kotaro is still reacting to his mother’s abandonment. He abuses Tenko. Tenko becomes the scapegoat of the house, he receives the blame. He gets labeled the problem child of the house, when really what’s happening is that Kotaro isn’t acting responsibly, isn’t acting properly as a parent. The reason Tenko gets blamed is because Kotaro has all the power in the house, but is not held responsible by the other people inside the house. 

See, these ideas of power and responsibility coincide with one another. When characters are given power, but not held responsible for that power we see the result is abuse. Both in the small domestic disputes, and the nature of heroes themselves. 

The question then becomes is someone who fails on their most basic level of responsibility as a parent, capable of acting responsible as a hero? 

The criticism that Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki all levvy at heroes again and again is that they want power, but they don’t want responsibility for that power. 

It’s not about saving every single person that needs saving. It’s not about holding heroes to inhuman standards. It’s that heroes fail at basic responsibilities time and time again. Heroes, are neglectful. Heroes have all of the power in society, but are almost never held responsible for their actions. 

A lot of the responses I receive is that: You don’t understand that heroes are flawed human beings. No, I understand perfectly. It’s exactly because heroes are flawed human beings that they need to be held responsible. Peter Parker is not a good person, because he always saves everyone and is always perfect. Peter Parker is held responsible for his actions. He’s continually fighting to try to be responsible and accept the consequences of his actions. Heroes choose to pretend not to see the flaws inherent in society, and then choose to sweep those things under the rug. 

Do you want evidence of this? 

How about every single time a villain points out a flaw and then the heroes just ignore it and go “Heroes never give up!” 

Consider how many characters, including Bakugo just want to become heroes in order to defeat villains, with saving people as an afterthought. There’s a reason I use the word “Power Trip” because it’s precisely what Bakugo is on. 

I’m not saying Bakugo is a bad person. I am saying Bakugo is like Peter Parker. He’s been handed all of this power, this really really cool super power, and he thinks suddenly it makes him special and he gets to do whatever he wants with it. 

Peter Parker was playing around with his super powers. Heroes in Hero Society play at being hero, without really attending to the responsibilities of a hero. 

Nana Shimura failed at her responsibilties. 

Not only that but she continues to fail at them. Now, I know Nana is sanctified by canon as a good hero. However, we have heroes who their failures of responsibility to their families also leak out into their work. Endeavor treated his family violently. Endeavor, during his job, acts violently and without impudence to the crimminals he is fighting against. The lack of responsibility shown in the way he treats his direct family, also shows up in his work as a hero. 

2. Nature vs Nurture

There’s an idea that scapegoats children for their abuse. That children who come from bad families, act bad because it was in their nature to be bad. I’m going to quote a tweet chain. It’s about star wars. Please don’t get on my case about this, I don’t care at all about the wars in the stars. [@pawel_luki]

Like I said, I really don’t care if you like or dislike Kylo Ren. I think the person who tweeted this makes a point regardless of their opinion of Rylo Ken in the way children are treated. It’s always the narrative that the “Parent did the best they can” and therefore the naughty child chose to be this way. 

It’s a recurring argument about Nature vs Nurture. We see this pop up exactly in regards for Shigaraki. It’s a bad argument because literally the only point of this argument is to take responsibility away from the parents and put it on the child instead. 

I’m not using this to say that abuse victims aren’t responsible for their actions. Both can be held responsible at the same time. Nana is repsonsible. Kotaro is responsible. With that being said we continually see this argument of nature vs. nurture come up in regards to Shigaraki. 

Rikiya Yotsubashi uses the fact that Shigaraki was born with a quirk that destroys things, to imply that he must have wanted to destroy, that he was born that way, with a destructive, awful personality. 

In literally the same chapter we see evidence that Shigaraki was nurtured to be that way by AFO. That Shigaraki was told over and over again to never let himself heal, to exist in a volatile state. 

Shigaraki is who he is as a result of nurture. He was moulded to be this way. We wouldn’t go extensive lengths into Shigaraki’s backstory if that was not the point. Not only that but Shigaraki’s foiling with Deku proves that his nature isn’t violent.

His nature is very much like Deku’s. He is sensitive to others, sympathetic, and wants to be a hero. In fact, he even has Deku’s tenacious nature of sticking to his dream of becoming a hero even in a household that forbid it. If you want to argue about who Shigaraki naturally is, then look at Tenko. This is who Shigaraki was, outside of violent abuse. When violent abuse is done to him, Shigaraki becomes violent. 

Deku also, becomes angry and violent when exposed to violent circumstances. It’s not because they are good or bad. They are people reacting to different things. 

By nature, Deku and Shigaraki are very sympathetic, sensitive kids. By nurture, seeing the violence around them, seeing violence hurt their friends and family, they can be made to become violent. 

That is the point of the foiling between Shigaraki and Deku. However, as I said there is a tendency to use the nature vs nurture argument to relieve parents of responsibility towards their children. By painting a child as bad by nature, then the parent is now a good parent who did their best. 

Nana is not a good mother who did her best. 

Nana made mistakes. However, I would express that I’m not even upset at Nana for making a bad choice in bad circumstances. Nana, Gran Torino, they continually choose this behavior that shifts responsibility away from their choice. 

Making the wrong choice is only human. However, has Nana taken responsibility for her choice? No. Gran Torino and Nana both continually choose to avoid responsibility by pinning all the blame on Shigaraki himself. 

Shimura Tenko is the unintended result of Nana’s decision to abandon Kotouarou. However, you are both responsible for the inteniontal and unintenitonal cosequences to your action. This is a story and stories have consequences. 

Shigaraki being kidnapped by AFO is the same kind of thing as Uncle Ben being shot by a random robber that Peter let go. Nana is responsible for it, because the story is HOLDING Nana repsonsible for it. 

It’s once again this idea that heroes have power without responsibility. Nana continually chooses her role as a hero over her family again and again. We see Nana express these words to Kotaro. I want my family to be happy.

However, her actions contradict those words. To Nana her heroic legacy is more important than the family she left behind. She always chooses the idea of heroism, over her real family. If the choice to abandon Kotaro was to protect him from AFO then why doesn’t Nana care about Shigaraki, who not only was kidnapped by him but suffered lifelong abuse at AFO’s hands. 

Nana, and the people around Nana continually choose Nana’s heroism, and her legacy as a hero, over her family who she was actually responsible. Over Shigaraki who is suffering right in front of them. Because once again. Heroes neglect their actual responsibilities like... all the time. Heroes not being responsible to their families is just a metaphor for the way Heroes continually act in hero society at large. People just want to play hero, people want to pretend at goodness, without actually having to take repsonsibility for the consequences of their actions. 

So, this is why we get the shared symbolism between Deku and Shigaraki. Nana is a help to Deku. Nana is a hurt to Shigaraki. 

It’s because Nana continually chooses over and over again to help the boy who inherited her heroic legacy, rather than the grandson she is actually responsible for. 

Is Nana responsinble for saving Shigaraki from All for One? 

Um... 

Why wouldn’t she want to? 

If Nana wants the best for her family. If Nana wants her family members to be happy, then why wouldn’t she want to help Tenko be free from the hands of his violent abuser who just also happens to be her arch enemy? 

All Might showed up to save Deku when he needed it. Nana showed up to save Deku when he needed it. However, Shigaraki has always gotten the opposite response. 

Deku is told he can be a hero. Shigaraki is rejected. 

Nana is so wrapped up in her idea of heroism, she sees Shigaraki literally being strangled by her arch enemy and doesn’t like... react. Like, maybe she’ll react next week. I hope she reacts next week. But, I kind of doubt it. That’s not how the story has gone so far. I hope to be proven wrong. 

The point being that Shigaraki is not a bad person by nature, but by nurture. He is who he is, in reaction to all of these circumstances. I hope what this is all leading to, all the similiarites between Deku and Shigaraki is that.

Deku can then realize how much worse Shigaraki has had it than him. 

Deku sees Shigaraki’s mentor strangling him, controlling his body, abusing him, while at the same time somebody immediately comes to give Deku the help he needs. 

Deku has in the past realized he’s lucky to be where he is, blessed to be surrounded by people who have helped him when he needed it. 

I hope what this leads to is a moment of character development for Deku. For him to realize not only that there are people who haven’t gotten help like he did. Not only that, but that he can be the help they didn’t receive until this point. That because Deku got help when he needed it, he can pay it forward, be the help to other people who need it as desperately as he once did. 

If Shigaraki is this way because he hasn’t received the help he’s needed from his family, the ones he needed it from, then perhaps Deku will be the one to help him in the end. 

[nonsensical-pixels]

hi! I really like your guitar wall decal and was wondering if you could maybe also make a version that is a recolor of the butterfly wall crawler instead of its own mesh? I think it would work well on that and would be helpful for everyone struggling with the object limit to keep the number of objects down.

hey there, anon! sure, i'll try to get it done before sunday but im quite busy rn

[ask-the-party-god]

I think you’ll like it. The atmosphere and setting of the game works well with the story. And There’s this cool chaos system determining based on how many enemies you kill in the game will change the outcome of the ending. For instance: if you kill no one/very few, the world will be in an okay state, but if you kill lots of people: the world will fall more and more into decay as each mission goes by. And the ability are fucking amazing, you can teleport (personal note: teleport should be in every stealth game!) take Possession of a animal/human, summon a swarm of rats, see through walls, whenever you kill someone they turn to ash, turn into a shadow crawler, summon doplganers, turn your arm into a long shadow and grab items/people from afar (and take yourself forward) and last but not least- you can bend time baby! -HNK Anon

yeah, as i said, i am aware of the gameplay! hehe, i think ive seen half of the second game played or something like that well see in time!

[theliterarywolf]

Alright then, here are the monsters that i told you about yesterday:

SCP 682: Hard to destroy reptile 

Taken from the SCP wiki (http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-682)

And a full body depiction of it:

IMAGE BY: dewery2539 (Taken from DeviantArt, https://www.deviantart.com/dewery2539/art/SCP-682-Hard-to-destroy-reptile-469134817)

(Oh, you opened up a door now, anon! Because I have some beef to let go of in regards to this particular SCP. Not even for the design itself, but how it’s usually portrayed in animations and the like. 

People, please… We need to get to the point where we remember that the picture on the main page for SCP-682 is how it looked after the acid-treatment that was done to try and get rid of it. 

Can someone please try to come up with how its head actually looked? Please? Can I see that?

As for this SCP themselves, an interesting concept: a nigh-immortal, invulnerable creature who has a horrific disdain – disgust, really – in regards to humanity. Big hairy lizard boy.)

SCP 1471: Mal0

Taken from the SCP wiki (http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-1471)

And a full body depiction of it:

MADE BY: @washlet_mskm (Taken from twitter, https://twitter.com/washlet_mskm/status/1208029453361676288)

(also, this was the most sfw full body image i could find)

(Hey! Mal0! Oh, I know all about this particular SCP. As well as the full-frontal Lewd treatment they got from the internet. 

Hell, I even I used a male one that I named Milo – yay, puns – for a scene in my webfiction 1685 Blightblossom Lane!

*Zach leaned against the wall. He looked the Mal.0 up and down. Plenty of muscles to overpower his own. That dark, thick hair, that skeletal face that would scare most away.

No wonder the two of them made such good fuck-buddies. “You just want to get your dick wet.”

Milo blinked until he smiled, black tongue lolling out of his mouth. “You love it. That’s why you keep me on in your fav contacts.”

Zach watched Milo come closer, trapping him between a cold wall and a scalding body.

“Get over here.” Zach pulled Milo down, the Mal.0 slipping his tongue into Zach’s mouth at the soonest convenience.

“Mmph.” Zach snuffled out a brief noise. His thigh pressed up into the valley between Milo’s legs; something growing ever stiffer as it ground back against the offered surface.

“Fuck yeah, you’re not wasting any time.” Milo’s thoughts bounced around in Zach’s skull loud as any conversation in the flesh. Zach cracked an eye open. Milo had his jeans down to his knees and a bottle of some type of hand oil in his claws.

“And up we go!”

Milo lifted Zach up by the meat of his thighs, keeping them spread wide and pressing him into the wall.*)

And

Crawler (Worm Webseries)

MADE BY: dragonberrysart (Taken from tumblr, https://dragonberrysart.tumblr.com/post/177110330869/crawler-one-of-the-slaughterhouse-nine-from-the)

(Aw… They’re so cute~! I love the multiple appendages, both the articulated ones and the tentacles. The scales and spikes? Fur? Complement each other very nicely. My only gripe are the clusters of eyes but, honestly, it’s not that bad here. Maybe because of the use of color…)

[screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms]

Caught in a Love Web (James Conrad x Reader) (One-Shot)

Words: 3,296

AN: I am super excited to write about Conrad for the first time, and I loved the request as well! I personally felt bad for the spider in Skull Island, he was just walking around then was getting shot at. This is the anon request I got:

Would love a Conrad x reader where they've been taken for food by one of those weird giant spiders and he rescues them ( fluffy )

Here it is, I really hope you like it.

(Y/N POV)

It had been a crazy day, to say the least. We flew through the huge hurricane-like storm, which was one of the reasons I was here in the first place, to get to an uncharted island, then when the soldiers started dropping those charges, a massive ape took down all of our choppers. I was the only one in my chopper that made it, and I was trying to make my way to any other survivors. I was brought onto the team because of my knowledge of meteorology and was here to document the weather system of the island.

Luckily for me, I knew about how to navigate and survive in the wilderness, due to all the traveling I had done in my field of work. I took a radio and climbed up a mountain, trying to get a feel for where I was and to see if I could make radio contact with anyone. Once I got to the top, I could see a river and what looked to be a village of some sort surrounded by a huge wall out in the distance, about six kilometers the southeast. It would be dark in a few hours and I needed to find some kind of shelter, so I began to make my way to the village, trying the radio every so often trying to get in contact with anyone.

"Hello," I said into the radio, hoping this time I could get through to someone. "This is Dr. Y/L/N, can anyone hear me?"

"Yes," I heard a faint voice through the static. "We read you, Doctor. This is Slivko, do you know your location?"

"Kind of," I said looking around. "I saw a village a few kilometers to the southeast, and I am going to try and make my way there now."

"That's where we are," Slivko said over the radio. "Hold on." I heard some very faint voices come through than Slivko came back a few minutes later. "Conrad says he is coming to get you and is going to try and help you get to us. We have a boat and are going to leave tomorrow and make to our exit window."

"A boat?" I asked confused on how they had a boat. "And I can make it there myself, I am only about three and a half kilometers away. You can tell Captain Conrad that I don't need his help."

I knew James Conrad before we arrived on the island. About two years ago he was the navigator for another expedition I was on in the French Alps. We had gotten to know each other very well on that trip, and after it was over, we still kept in touch. Until about seven months ago, when he basically dropped off the face of the earth. I was more than surprised when I arrived on board the ship and saw James. I wanted to talk to him, but something was holding me back. Maybe it was the thought that he didn't want to see me, I mean we hadn't even had any contact for over seven months. Maybe it was the fact that I had developed feelings for him over the time we had known each other.

"Sorry Dr. Y/L/N," Slivko began to say. "But Conrad left once he heard what direction you were coming from. He is already on his way."

I sighed as I walked, wondering why Conrad would insist on coming after me. He knew that I knew how to handle myself in the wild, and I could get there without his help.

"Alright," I said into the radio. "Thanks, I will be with you shortly."

I turned off the radio to save the battery in case I would need it again. I looked at the sky and guessed that I had about four hours till the sun would set. So, with the thought of making it out of here alive, I set off once again.

After about half a kilometer, I heard a noise in the woods in front of me. The only weapon I had was a six-inch long dagger, but it was better than nothing. I slowly made my way closer to the sound, not sure if it was some sort of animal or Conrad.

I tried to take another step, only to realize I couldn't lift either of my feet off the ground. I looked down and saw I had stepped on something that was almost invisible and looked like someone had put a ten-foot net on the ground. I tried to pull my feet free but found the more I struggled the tighter they seemed to stick. I tried cutting myself out with the dagger, but that didn't work either.

Then I heard I sound come from my left, so I looked over, and then all the blood drained from my face. There was a huge spider walking towards me and with horror, I knew what I had stepped on. This was the spider's web and I was its prey.

It used two of its long front legs to grab part of the web and bring it closer to my body. The movement caused the dagger to fall out of my hands and onto the ground. Then with the speed of light, it began to wrap me in the sticky silk. For some reason or just dumb luck, it the silk didn't cover my head, the tightly wrapped silk stopped just above my shoulders.

I couldn't keep my balance with my legs tightly wrapped and fell with a yell. I felt my head it the forest floor and everything went black.

(James POV)

I was relieved to hear her voice come over Slivko's radio. It had been so long seance I had last spoken to her, and yet I still didn't talk to her when we were both on the ship coming here. I thought I would try to talk to her once the choppers landed and we had set up came, but that is not what happened. As soon as she said we were to the southwest of her I ran out of the room we had all been standing in, and out to find her.

I had always felt bad about not talking to her for months, but I was just scared. I had seen war, death, horrors that no one should see, and yet the thought of having feeling for Y/N scared me to more than anything.

When I was almost two kilometers out, I was looking around for Y/N, she should be close now. Then I heard a loud crash that got my attention.

Then I heard a frightened scream, and I began to run towards the sound. I knew that voice, it was Y/N and she was in trouble. I was searching the forest as I ran, looking for any signs of Y/N. Had a "Skull Crawler" as Marlow had called them earlier. I was hoping that was not the case, but I was worried about her.

Then I saw something shiny caught my eye, it looked like some kind of metal reflecting the sun's light. I went closer and saw it was Y/N's dagger. I had seen her with it on the ship and knew it belonged to her. Then I looked around where I was standing and saw that a large area of ground around me had been disturbed and there was a trail leading deeper into the forest. It looked like something had been dragged along the grown, and the path looked fresh. I had a feeling that if I followed it, I would find Y/N.

I ran following the light path keeping an eye out for Y/N or anything that could jump out of the woods at me. I ran a few hundred yards then came to the foot of a mountain with a huge cave. The mouth of the cave must have been at least thirty feet high and the trail led right into it. I luckily had brought a torch (flashlight) with me, so I took it off the belt it had been strapped to and began to walk towards the cave. I flipped the small switch and a beam of light cut through the darkness of the huge cave.

As I flashed my light around, I could see bones of various animals scattered on the ground, and I had a feeling that this was something's home. Then I saw something that seemed to be wrapped in something white laying on the ground a few yards away from me. Once I took a closer look, I saw that it was Y/N and ran to her.

"Y/N," I said once I got to her and saw that she was unconscious. "Y/N, it's me, James. You need to wake you. Y/N? Come on love, wake up. Y/N."

(Y/N POV)

"Y/N?" I heard a voice say as I regained consciousness. "Come on love, wake up. Y/N?"

I knew that voice, even though it had been so long seance I had heard it. I could never forget that deep British voice.

"Jam....James, is that you?" I asked shakily as my eyes began to flutter open.

"Yes," He said letting out a breath and reaching his hand under my head to elevate it slightly. "It's me Y/N. I am so glad I found you. It's alright I got you, you are safe now."

Why was he being so concerned? What was that look in his eyes?

"James," I said trying to move, only to remember I was still wrapped in spider silk. Then I remembered the spider. "We aren't safe," I said my tone changing immediately. "We need to get out of her now before it comes back."

"It?" James asked with a worried look in his eyes as he took out my dagger and tried cutting me out of my silky bonds. "Before what comes back?"

Before I could answer, a hissing sound came from further in the cave. James showed his light down to where the sound had come from and I could see eight long legs. When James moved his light up, we could see the body of the huge spider. James cutting harder, trying to free me before it could get to us, but the dagger barely made a dent.

"Just go," I said as he became desperate, cutting at the strong silk. "We both don't need to die here, and I don't want to be the reason the rest of the survivors don't have a navigator."

"No," James said sternly. "I am not leaving you here."

"Goodness James," I said sharply. "Don't make it sound so pathetic. I don't need you dying for me, just go."

He grunted in frustration and spider was now nor more than thirty yards away from us. The without warning, James put on arm under my back and one under my legs and lifted me off the ground. Then he ran for the exit of the cave with me in his arms. I didn't move at all so he wouldn't drop me. Once we made it out of the cave he ran into the woods and was making good time considering he was carrying me in his arms. Once he ran a while and was sure we lost the spider he gently set me down on the ground so my back was agents a tree and I could sit up.

"Thank you," I said to James who was catching his breath. "Thank you for coming for me."

"Oh, Y/N," James said with a smile. "There is no need to think me. It is what I am here for after all, and besides, why wouldn't I come after you? let's say I am paying you back from keeping me from falling off a mountain."

I smiled at the fact he remembered. On the first expedition we were one together, in the French Alps, James and slipped while close to the side of a cliff and I grabbed him to keep him from falling. I tried to shift slightly but seeing as most of my movement was restricted by the web the wrapped me from my shoulders to my feet it didn't work very well. We were both slight for a few more minutes, and the James got up and walked to where he had set me down.

"The sun will be down in about an hour," James said leaning down and going to pick me up again. "We need to start heading back to the village."

"And what," I began to say as he picked me up again and began walking. "You are going to carry me another kilometer? Come on James, surely we can figure something else out."

"Well," He said looking at me with a smirk. "I could drop you."

James moved his arms down swiftly but making sure not to actually drop me, but still causing me to shriek in fear of being dropped.

"James Conrad!" I scolded him, while he just laughed. How I missed that laugh. "I swear when I get out of this, I am going to kill you."

"Well then," He said with a low tone smirk still on his face. "I may just have to leave you like this, helpless and dependent on me."

"You know damn well I am not helpless," I spat at him. "You just like this because I can't run away from you."

Not that I wanted to run away from him, in fact, I was quite happy to be held close by James. Even if it was because we were stuck on a crazy uncharted island and I was wrapped in a giant spider's web. Look at the bright said right?

"That is a plus," He said with a soft laugh. "It gives us time to catch up on the past few months and to apologize for not talking to you for so long. In truth, I missed you a lot."

"I did too," I said looking into his beautiful blue eyes. "But why? What happened? It was like you dropped off the face of the earth. There were even times when I thought you were dead. James, what happened?"

I looked through the forest and could see smoke from fires behind the large wood wall, drifting in the soft sunset sky. We were close to the village now.

"I was scared," James said quietly almost to himself. "I didn't know what to do."

"Scared of what?" I asked him softly, but he didn't answer.

We walked out of the woods and into a clearing where the tall wall was completely visible just a hundred yards in front of us.

"Now," James said breaking the silence as we got closer to the small opening in the wall. "To work out how in the world to get you out of this stuff."

That was a good question. The dagger didn't work, so I didn't think cutting it would be effective. What else could we try that was on the island. Then I remembered the smoke. Smoke meant fire, and fire meant heat, and heat might be just the thing we needed.

"Heat?" I said to myself out loud.

"What was that Y/N?" James asked as we walked through the hole in the wooden wall and into the village.

"What if we use fire to heat up a blade?" I said as he carried me to a small hut, it must have been the one he was staying in. "Maybe then it will cut through."

"You know something?" James said as he sat me down on the soft dirt floor. "You are a genius. I will be right back."

With that, he left me alone in the hut, and I began thinking about what he had said earlier. What could make him so scared he wouldn't talk to me? Also, why wouldn't he talk to me if he was scared? It didn't make any sense. After about ten minutes James came back holding my dagger and it had a slight red glow to it.

"Let's hope this works," James says as he kneels down next to me with the dagger in hand. "If not, I don't know what else to try."

As soon as the hot metal of the dagger hit the silk of the web, it began his hiss and steam. Then it cut through slightly, and we breathed a sigh of relief. It would take a while, but I would be able to get out.

"Seeing as we will be here for a while," I said looking at James as he worked to cut the web from my feet and work his way up. "Would you please tell me why you stopped talking to me?"

"That's just it!" He said defeated. "It's not that simple. I don't even think you would understand."

"Try me," I said. "Come on James, I am your friend, or at least I used to be."

"You still are," I said using his hand to grab my chin softly so I would look at him. "You always will be, but that's the problem."

"Problem?" I asked worriedly.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," James said as if he knew what I was thinking. "We are friends, and that is great, but a few months ago I was starting to feel more."

I looked at him in shock. Did he just say he liked me? As I looked into his blue eyes, I saw the same emotion as earlier and now I could place it, love. At this point, he had cut to about halfway up my chest, and I was almost free.

"Ar..are you trying to say you like me?" I asked, hope in my eyes.

"Yes," James said with a soft look on his face. "I have for a long time now, but never had the courage to tell you." I looked deep into my Y/E/C eyes. "I almost lost you today, and it made me realize that if you don't tell the one you love how you feel, then they can slip through your fingers with ever knowing how you felt."

I could feel all of the pent-up emotions build up inside of me and I let out a happy cry.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting to hear you say that," I said, wanting nothing more than to wrap my arms around him but not quite able to yet. "I have felt the same way James, I just didn't think you liked me back."

"Of course, I do," He said with a loving smile. "You are the most amazing person I have ever met. How could I not love you?"

Just as he said that the last of the web had been cut from my body freeing me. I throw myself at James and wrapped my arms around his strong body and he wrapped his muscled arms around my waist. We looked into each other's eye for a few moments before he leaned in and brought my lips to his in a needy love filled kiss.

I knew that once we got off the island that an amazing new life together waited for me and James, and I couldn't wait.

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