#wine and webs. 🕸️

[godly-arachnids]

Open Starter: Different.

It had been a weird day. Two figures had came out of a portal right into camp, wearing…spider-man suits? The whole thing was strange- the two had said they came from another dimension, and after a talk with Chiron, the activities director seemed to believe them.

What was more shocking was their introductions. The fact that they said they were Percy Jackson, and Dionysus. But…not the same…?

It was later in the day now, the sun was setting- the light going through the big house windows. For whatever reason, you were walking around the big house. Maybe trying to avoid the bugs, or just wanting to rest for a second. Whatever reason, you were drawn to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. But- dinner had already passed…?

When you peak your head in, you’re met with the sight of one of those two spider-men. This one being Dionysus. Currently, cooking something on the stove. But…not the god you knew. Way different. For instance- he was younger. Twenty six, apparently. He was also a lot more fit and, well, prettier. He also wasn’t a god…

The main difference- though? He was happier.

Whatever he was cooking, it smelled good. There was some song playing on a little radio, but the lyrics didn’t make much sense. Whatever. The spider hummed along while cooking, and cringed when he accidentally dropped something.

“Shit-!” The man cursed, picking it up with a sigh. Then he noticed you. He blinked. “Τι?”

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Translation: what?

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[viacursecasting]

A Jealous Thorn.

ʌ ʀ ᴛ ᴇ × ɪ ᴠ ʏ

"You’re glaring," a voice said lightly beside her.

"Am not," Ivy muttered, stiff. 🕸️

Silver snorted. "You’re practically setting the back of his head on fire. I’m surprised the ice prince hasn't noticed." ⚪

The gala glittered like a thousand stars trapped beneath a crystal dome. Velvet curtains swayed in the perfumed air, laughter rang like brittle bells, and golden chandeliers cast trembling reflections in goblets of wine.

Amid the splendor of Truehaven’s elite, Arte Kingsley moved with effortless grace—his platinum hair a halo beneath the lights, his rapier hanging at his hip like a whispered threat, his smile snow white and wickedly charming.

His cyan eyes gleamed in every effortless bow, every sharp, knowing glance he gave to the guests who flocked around him like moths to a merciless flame.

And from her post against the marble pillar, Ivy watched.

She shouldn’t have cared. It wasn’t her place to care. She was his shield, his shadow—not his lover, not his world, not… his. She was the glaive that protected his heart, not the hand that claimed it.

Yet every lilting laugh that reached her ears, every too-bold touch that brushed against Arte’s sleeve, planted a thorn deeper in her own chest.

Ivy’s ambers, usually calm and cutting, now burned with something she refused to name. She folded her arms tightly across her chest, as if holding herself together, as if squeezing the emotion back down into the tightly knit web where it belonged.

"You’re glaring," a voice said lightly beside her.

Ivy startled—she hadn’t noticed anyone approach.

A silvery hedgehog stood there, arms crossed, a smirk playing across his lips. His psychic energy buzzed faintly in the air around him, a quiet, amused hum.

"Am not," Ivy muttered, stiff, flicking her gaze back to the feline, who was now leaning down slightly to whisper something in a lady’s ear—something that made the woman blush prettily behind her fan.

Silver snorted. "You’re practically setting the back of his head on fire. I’m surprised the ice prince hasn't noticed."

"I’m watching for threats," Ivy said crisply.

Silver smirked. "Sure you are."

Ivy bristled, her jaw tightening. She hated that he could see through her so easily. She hated even more that he was right.

"I’m not—" she began, then stopped herself, pressing her lips into a thin, stubborn line. She wouldn’t say it. She wouldn’t give voice to the thing clawing inside her chest.

Silver’s grin widened. He leaned one elbow casually against the pillar, cocking his head. "You know," he said, "for someone who’s supposed to be cold and stoic, you’re not doing a great job hiding the fact that you’re seething."

Ivy shot him a dark look. "I am not seething."

Silver chuckled. "No, of course not. You’re just... quietly contemplating murder every time someone touches his arm. Totally different."

The arachnid turned her gaze back to Arte, who was now laughing softly at some inane comment. The sight of it—the easy charm, the lightness—twisted something deep inside her.

She hated it.

She hated how his laugh sounded like music in her ears.

She hated how everyone hung on his every word.

She hated, most of all, how she wished it was her he was smiling at like that.

"I’m his bodyguard," she said finally, her voice low and tight. "That’s all."

Silver made a noncommittal noise. "Right. And I’m a cockatoo."

Ivy shot him another glare, but Silver just beamed brighter, clearly enjoying himself.

"You could just tell him, you know," he said casually. "Instead of standing here looking like you want to Thanos-snap the whole ballroom."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Ivy said icily.

Silver rolled his eyes, but there was a kindness behind his teasing—a gentle patience. "You’re in love with him, Ivy. The sooner you stop lying to yourself, the easier it'll be."

The words hit her harder than she expected.

In love.

No—that wasn’t possible. It wasn’t allowed. She had built her entire life on walls, on steel and discipline and duty. Love was a weakness she couldn’t afford.

And yet…

When she looked back at Arte, when she saw the faint sadness behind his smile, the loneliness he never spoke of—she knew.

She knew.

And it terrified her.

"I can’t," she whispered, more to herself than to Silver.

His smile softened. "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow," he said gently. "But just remember: Not everyone has time on their side."

He pushed off the pillar and walked away, leaving Ivy alone with the aching truth blooming inside her like a poisonous flower.

Across the room, Arte glanced up—his ice-blue eyes seeking something, someone—and for the briefest moment, their gazes met.

And Ivy wondered if he could see it—the helpless longing she buried deep, the furious, fragile love that burned just beneath her skin.

She turned away first, heart pounding.

She was his shield, his sword. Not his heart.

Never his heart.

But, oh…

How she ached to be.

[zeeposting]

Who is 🪽🕸️ & 🥀🍷 and why do they seem evil??

Especially 🪽🕸️

theyre like angels or demons or something idk they try to get globe/scroll and quill to sell their souls but. they dont. i think azriel and globe are friends

wing-web anon is Azriel and rose-wine anon is Xen

[jedijesi]

Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 5

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Unwanted kiss, Angst, Fluff, Sexual Tension, enemies to lovers, slowish burn, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Angry with Miguel for ruining her date, Felicia gives him the silent treatment. Now that training is over Felicia does field work, bumping into an old foe causing everything to go wrong.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: We hit 900 followers! Thank you all so much! My inbox is open for requests to celebrate!

Nueva York, Earth 838

Felicia’s been able to successfully avoid Miguel for the past week, too angry and humiliated to even look at him. If he's in the cafeteria, she’ll skip lunch, if he's talking to Jessica, she'll be hiding until he leaves. Even worse, Web-Slinger has been avoiding her like the plague. Felicia really was attracted to Web-Slinger and enjoyed his company, so she was hoping they'd at least be friends, but since that traumatizing night, he’s been doing the same thing to her as Felicia has been doing to Miguel. 

All of this meant she had to shadow Jessica for the week, and as much as she loved Felicia, she was gonna go crazy if she had to endure another rant about how huge of a douchebag Miguel is. Luckily, she was able to survive the week and move on from this disaster of a month. 

“We are all so proud of each and every one of you,” Jessica said in front of the recruits. “As of today, you are all part of the Spider-Society.” The sounds of cheers and clapping echo through the gym as the heroes celebrate. “When you can, please talk with LYLA to get your missions and schedule your placements.” 

“Congratulations, recruits,” Miguel speaks up, standing behind Jessica. 

While everyone celebrates, Felicia walks out without a word. Miguel can't help but notice the change in behavior since he caught her and Web-Slinger together. In a weird way, he missed bickering with the hot-headed woman. She was loud, obnoxious, stubborn, but brought so much life to a room. Since then, he hasn’t heard a word come out of her or seen that signature smirk on her face. 

Miguel frowns under his mask before deciding to push through the crowd of celebrating graduates. Once he steps out of the gym, he sees Felicia down the hall walking as she talks to LYLA. Miguel speeds up in an attempt to catch up with her. 

“Sir! Wanna get drinks with us?” A few recruits follow Miguel out of the gym. Unfortunately, this catches Felicia’s attention, prompting her to turn around to see Miguel 10 yards from her, making quick strides. 

Miguel curses to himself as she immediately turns her attention to her watch, pressing buttons, opening a portal, and running through, leaving Miguel a universe away. 

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New York, Earth-192

The cool breeze of the autumn night embraces Felicia as she lays on the rooftop of the building. When she was the Black Cat, she would come to this rooftop almost every night to listen to the jazz music from the club below. It was her safe place as she would normally bring a bottle of wine and play with her new jewels from the Tiffiny’s she robbed a few blocks down. Tonight, she was just here to unwind, to go back in time. 

Felicia sings along to the song as she plays with her hair. “So if you really love me, say yes, but if you don't, dear, confess, and please don't tell me, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps-” 

“I’ll always love listening to you on this rooftop,” a voice caused Felicia to jump, her heart pounding as she released her talons and swiftly aimed her webshooters in the direction from which the voice came.

Felicia's stomach churned at the sight of the Spider-Suit. “Why are you here, Peter?”

Peter chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension. “You've got the Spider-Man pose down perfectly.” He nodded to her stance, though Felicia's grip on her webshooters remained firm.

“Answer the question, Peter,” Felicia said through clenched teeth, her readiness to strike undiminished.

Peter raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “Woah, easy, cat! I’ve— I've been watching you. I hope that doesn't sound creepy.”

Felicia's eyes narrowed. “That's ridiculously creepy, Peter. I don't want anything to do with you.”

Before Peter could offer further explanation, the cacophonous sound of a car crash reverberated nearby, grabbing their attention. Without a second thought, Felicia executed a graceful backflip off the rooftop, swinging down to the accident site, with Peter following closely behind.

A semi-truck had run a red light, hitting several cars in the process. Three large men hop out of the truck and sprint down the street. While Spider-Man checks on the victims, Night-Spider books it down the street. As she got closer, she shot webs all over them to slow the men down before landing on the first man, digging her claws into his back, causing him to let out a screech.  

Once the man falls to the floor in agony, she quickly webs his limbs to the dirty sidewalk before attacking her next victim. This time, instead of running, the two decide to fight. The first one swings his fist at Night-Spider but her agility allows her to gracefully dodge it, landing a few jabs to the man's gut until he grabs her, flinging her into the street. 

Night-Spider groans before hastily jumping up. “Surrender now, and I'll go easy on you.” 

The two men chuckle before the second charges her. Night-Spider grabs his wrist, redirecting his punch into the taxi’s hood. As the man groans, Felicia uses her claws to slice into his biceps before getting tackled to the ground by the other criminal. 

The man sits on her stomach, punching her face until he sees blood. Night-Spider cried out, doing her best to web him and scratch him, but it was no use. She could feel her sturdy mask over her eyes beginning to break, as he landed punch after punch. 

Before it could break, the man was thrown off of Night-Spider. She could barely comprehend what was happening as she attempted to regain her breath. What she could hear were a series of punches and thwips before being picked up and whisked away. 

“Are you okay?” These were the only words she was able to make out through the ringing in her ears. 

A gloved hand caresses Night-Spider’s bloody face as she tries to focus on her senses.  “Miguel?” was all that she was able to grunt out. “Tha- thank you.” She coughs out, leaning into his gloved palm. 

The cracks in Night-Spider’s goggles made it difficult to see properly, causing the world to appear like a kaleidoscope. After a moment she was ultimately able to make out the figure holding her. 

“P-Peter?! Let me go!” Felicia shouts, pushing him away. 

Peter throws his hands up defensively as he takes a few steps backward. “Fine but we gotta go back and make sure the injured are okay.”

Felicia’s vision still blurred and head spinning, nodded in a daze, feeling a disorienting wave wash over her as she struggled to regain her footing.

“You okay?” Peter asked, concern etching his voice as he reached out for her, but the world still felt like it was tilting around her.

Felicia, her breath ragged, mustered the last of her strength, her anger flaring as she smacked his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed with a mixture of pain and fury before she vaulted off the building, her figure disappearing into the night as she descended to attend to the injured victims below.

As Night-Spider inspected everyone, a flood of flashing lights from cameras and reporters arrived at the scene, bombarding Night-Spider with questions, which she ignored to care for the victims. 

Night Spider rolled her eyes as Spider-Man posed for pictures and answered their question. She never remembered Spider-Man being so vain. Sure, Peter Parker could be at times but since they broke up, he’s changed. The reporters continued to press, with questions that ranged from intrusive to ludicrous:

“Are you two a couple?”

“How did you get your powers?” 

“When can we expect Spider-Babies?”

“Kiss for us!” 

Reporters shouted, irking Night-Spider. The swirling blue and red lights from the arriving police cars added to the chaotic atmosphere. The blinding flashes of cameras and microphones thrust toward her felt like an assault on her senses. Suddenly, She feels an arm wrap around her waist. In a split second, Spider-Man had dipped her, moving his mask up to kiss her. Felicia could barely comprehend everything that was happening and lights flashed rapidly and her shock froze her. 

Once Spider-Man breaks the kiss, Night-Spider immediately backs away, thwips a web to the nearest building, and rushes away from the scene.

"Sorry, she's shy," Spider-Man shrugged with an apologetic grin before swiftly departing in search of Felicia.

After a few minutes of searching, Peter found her on a quiet rooftop by the river. Silently, he landed beside her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” Felicia shouted, a surge of anger and fear coursing through her as she reacted by delivering a punch to Peter's face.

Peter rubbed his jaw, wincing. "Woah! Ouch! Your powers are definitely getting stronger," he observed.

“Why did you do that?” Felicia cried, her voice a mix of anger and vulnerability.

Peter took off his mask, revealing his earnest expression as he looked at Felicia through her shattered lenses. “I want to work things out between us.”

Felicia scoffs, turning away from him to look at the water below. “No, Peter. This isn’t like the last several times where we break up, you fuck MJ, get back together, and then you run right back to her!” 

“Felicia-“

“NO! Have you slept with MJ since we broke up?” The silence between the two became deafening, leaving the only thing to be heard was the sound of her pounding heart. “Fuck you,” Felicia says before turning to her watch and opening a portal. 

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Nueva York, Earth-838

It was late at night in Nueva York, which meant if anyone was up, they were at the bars upstairs, asleep, or on missions. Although, it was one of Miguel’s favorite moments of the night. Things were finally quiet, peaceful even which was a rarity in his line of work. Therefore Miguel would indulge himself by going to the cafe and making himself a drink, maybe grabbing himself a late-night snack before going back to his room to mope about life. 

However, this time it was different, as Miguel walked through the main hall to the living quarters, he heard the hum of a portal open, followed by a series of screams. Intrigued, he walks closer to inspect the situation. That’s when he found Felicia. 

“Ahhhh!” She screamed, throwing her destroyed mask and watch on the ground, and watching it shatter into a thousand pieces before letting out a scream of agony. Her body glitched and contorted forcing her hair to fall from its style. “You, son of a bitch!” She shouted, punching a hole into the column next to her.

As Miguel got closer, she turned just enough to see blood dripping from her face and onto her suit. Hastily, Miguel throws his items onto the table beside him, running to her aide. 

“Felicia!” Miguel jumps back as Felicia swings her fist at him, screaming. “Woah! Easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

Felicia looks through her bloody lashes, up at the startled man. Panting, she falls forward into his arms. “Miguel.” All she's able to muster. 

“What happened? Who did this to you?” He asks, using the sleeve of his navy sweater to wipe the blood from her face. 

“They're dealt with.” She gritted through her teeth. 

“What happened?” Miguel says sternly. 

“I had it handled, but then one caught me off guard and- and” Felicia uses everything in her to keep her emotions in check, but it's useless as the pain and heartbreak overtake her. “I couldn’t save myself. And then he- he- he kissed me, used me, broke my heart-”

Miguel shushes the hysterical woman, trying to ease her mind. “You’re safe. Want me to bring you home?”

Felicia jumps at Miguel’s words. “N-no! I can’t- I won't go back!” She lets out another scream as she glitches again, more painful than the time before.

“Okay, okay.” Miguel panics needing to get her a visitor’s band to replace the watch. “I have a spare room in my penthouse, are you okay with staying there? Otherwise, I can try to see if there's another available-”

“The spare room is fine,” Felicia says, her voice shaking with adrenaline. 

Miguel’s chest aches at the broken woman in his arms. “Okay. I'll take care of you.” 

Miguel picks Felicia up, taking her to his penthouse on the other side of the building. Once he arrives, the doors automatically slide open, revealing the nearly empty, bland living room. He takes Felicia up the steps to the room next to his. Miguel carefully lowers Felicia down onto the large bed before leaving the room.

“Miguel!” Felicia shouts, prompting him to peek back into the room. 

“Yes?”

“I don't wanna be alone right now.” She reluctantly says, feeling vulnerable. 

Miguel frowns, “I know, I’m just gonna get a band, a towel to clean you up, and something for you to change into. Is that okay?”

Felicia hesitantly nods, waiting patiently for Miguel to return. 

“Here’s an old shirt and some boxers.” He hands her before sitting next to her on the bed, placing the band on her wrist before bringing the damp towel up to her face.

“Ouch!” Felicia winced and then scowled, pushing past the pain. “You trynna hurt me, asshole?” she grumbled.

The city's ambient light from the window revealed Miguel's subtle smile in the dark room. “Someone’s feeling better,” he chuckled as he applied a special healing paste, his touch gentle as he worked on the cuts and gashes on her face. “Alright, time to change,” he said after placing the last bandage over Felicia's chin.

Miguel began to stand to give Felicia some privacy, but before he could move too far, her hand tugged at his arm, pulling him back. “You never seen a woman before or somethin'?”

Miguel rolled his eyes with a hint of amusement. “Yeah, you're healed.”

Felicia couldn't help but break into a small, appreciative grin, even though wincing at the pain from her cuts. She pressed the spider emblem on her chest, causing her suit to loosen. Miguel averted his eyes, politely studying the plain walls of the room. Felicia then unclasped her bra before draping the comically large shirt over herself. She removed the rest of her clothing, donning Miguel's boxers that became concealed by the shirt.

“You can look.” She teases. 

“Anything else I can get you?” He asks as he fluffs the pillow on the bed. 

“You've done plenty. T-thank you.” She says, looking away to hide herself. 

Miguel’s head turns to look at the Spider-Woman. “I didn’t realize you had manners.” 

“I’m the one who almost died, remember?” She snaps, throwing a pillow at his face. 

Miguel gives in, letting her win this time. “You're welcome.” He replies. “Goodnight, Felicia.”

Felicia watched as Miguel walked to the door, and just before he could close it, she softly whispered, “Goodnight, Miguel.” Miguel turned back, giving Felicia a small, warm smile before closing the door and returning to his room.

That night, in the dimly lit penthouse, the two of them stayed up for well over an hour. Their rooms stood side by side as they both gazed out of the wall-length windows at the glittering lights of the city’s skyline. They didn't move, didn't utter a sound; they simply allowed the stillness to envelop them, lost in their own thoughts and the unspoken something that lingered in the air.

Chapter 6

A/N: I can’t wait to hear what you think!!!

Taglist: @leahnicole1219 @oscarissac2099

[alter-soup]

kafka hsr introject,,,,

Name(s) - Kafka, Rose, Tarot

Pronouns- She/They

Suggested Neopronouns - Silk/Silks, Weave/Weaves, Web/Webs, String/Strings, Arach/Arachnid, Wine/Wines

Gender(s) - Girlflux

Orientation - Bisexual (Masc Leaning)

Age - 34

Species - Human

Source - Honkai Star Rail

Role(s) - Cultinoir, Janusian

Kins - Spiderkin

Personality traits/details - Calm, Collected, and Strategic

Likes - Tarot Cards, Spiders, Entomology, Crotcheting, Painting, Butterflies, Classic Literature, Fyodor Dostoevsky Novels , Makeup

Dislikes - Summer and Warm Days,

Sign Off - 💄🕸️

Faceclaim -

[mikashisus]

There’s an old saying in Mondstadt: all things come to an end. The phrase—despite its bittersweet tone—was more of a reassurance than one would think. When people spoke it, it was with a glass in their hands and a smile on their face. Laugh, celebrate, have another drink. All things come to an end, so let’s enjoy this moment while we can.

Venti didn’t need to be told twice. He was always ready to kick his feet up, raising a glass to whatever occasion it was, and letting the spirit of festivity light sparks in the air. And this occasion was no different; as soon as he caught word of a celebration for one of Mondstadt’s returning heroes, he was already sweeping into the Angel’s Share to join.

But tonight, tonight there was something missing. The mood was amicable, the drinks were plenty—and he would know, he’d swiped a bottle of wine as soon as he’d the chance—but one certain presence was missing. You’d been there at the start of the party, laughing and drinking alongside him, but somewhere in between him spontaneously serenading you with a ballad, and mingling with old friends at the bar, you’d vanished.

The absence made him frown. He scanned the room for any sight of you, hidden away in some corner he’d overlooked, but to his dismay, you were nowhere to be seen. 

Still, you couldn’t be too far. Venti waved away an offer of another round of drinks, sliding out of his seat and retreating to the door. As he pushed it open, a cool breeze rustled through his hair, ruffling his clothes. In the light of the lanterns hanging overhead, he could see a figure huddled up at one of the outdoor benches, alone. 

“You’re not celebrating,” He greeted. You look up, a troubled expression softening at the sight of him.

“I was just getting some fresh air,” You smile ruefully, watching him pull over a chair to sit beside you. “You don’t have to stay out here with me. Go, have fun.”

“How could I have fun without you there?” He counters. “Besides. It’s a nice night out here.”

“It is.” You agree, and the pair of you lapse into silence. 

For someone with so many stories to tell, and so much to say, Venti is rather fond of your silences. Only when it’s with you; when neither of you have anything to say, yet no desire to leave each other’s side just yet. There’s something to be said about the space between, the gaps that you fill as easily as breathing, with nothing more than contented silence and each other’s company.

Words were never a necessity. They were certainly treasured, but he would just as soon revel in the chance to simply sit with you, feeling the wind on your shoulders and your affection spoken through any means but verbal. It was a treat, a gift to call you his lover. Just having you there was more than enough.

“You seem tired,” Venti hums, bringing your hand to his and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He pulls it to his lips, pressing a featherlight kiss to your palm. “Do you want to go home soon?”

“Maybe soon,” You sigh. The weariness in your eyes speaks volumes, even if you’re too stubborn to admit it. “Are you sure you want to leave? I know you were having fun, catching up with people.”

He laughs lightly. “I want to be wherever you are. And if that’s home, then I’m more than happy to sneak away with you.” 

A smile brushes his lips, one painted with adoration. After a beat, he reaches out and draws you in close, a hand on your cheek guiding your face to his. When your lips meet, it’s soft and sweet, tasting faintly of wine. You don’t rush, you don’t hesitate, you don’t think of the party you're leaving behind. The only person in the moment is him.

“I love you,” You sigh against his lips.

He smiles into the kiss, warmth filling him from head to toe. “I love you too.”

All things may come to an end, but as long as he had you to keep him company, Venti didn’t care in the slightest.

- 🕸️

HOLY SHIT. HOLYYYYYY SHIT WEB ANON. WEB ANON WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU. U HAVE SUCH A GOOD GRASP OF HIS CHARACTER, IM????? I NEED TO KNOW WHO U ARE BRO, THERES SO LITTLE PPL WHO CAN WRITE HIM CORRECTLY. AND U WROTE HIM PERFECTLY.

I GIGGLED SO MUCH AT THE KISS ON THE PALM AAAAAAAAAAAAA AFFECTION LIKE THAT MAKES ME SO !!?????,,!??!!!!! AND THE SWEET KISSES IM 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 DUDE. DUDE.

IF U WROTE A VENTI FIC OR A MOND FIC I’D BE SO HOOKED. (totally not me asking for one haha…) I’D LOVE TO SEE UR TAKE ON NAMELESS BARD TOO (& old mond gang). MY BRAIN IS 💥💥💥💥💥💥 U JUST KILLED ME I FEAR

I. I NEED LIKE A YEAR TO RECOVER FROM THIS I

[pinningpain]

"𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝔂…"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕸️ Cybil/Spider . . . ˗ ꒰ 22 , She/They . . . ˗ ꒰ Nonbinary, please don't call me just a woman or just a man. I'm more a monster than a person.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕸️ my roach . . . and my

˗ ꒰ please do not interact if you are not 18+. I will have a more detailed DNI under the cut.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕸️ Kinks . . .

˗ ꒰ Medfet. Surgery, back alley/DIY procedures, Medical science and studies, bloodletting, s/h, medical neglect and infection of wounds, corpses.

˗ ꒰ Insectesque. Arachnes, webs, mummification, petrification, oviposition.

˗ ꒰ Clothing. Suits, button-ups, ties, corporate goth fashion, wine stains, makeup/smeared or runny makeup, shoes/heels.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕸️ DNI . . .

˗ ꒰ if you are Under 18, if you engage in DDLG or MDLB, if you post any thinspo/fatspo, weight checks or diet posting. People who are or support MAPs or Zoos pro contact or not, if you actively and almost exclusively post political content, especially right-wingers and their ideology. I can and will add to this list when I see fit.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕸️ More About Me . . .

˗ ꒰ I’m okay with flirting, though I’m not looking for anyone romantically at all. I am taken and do not plan on adding on. More to add soon.

[key2solve]

so, we've got a new alter, and ey have been using ey/it/he primarily. it does want to look into more noir/investigative based neos, as well as a new name. mainly looking for neutral names, common noun names like crow and rain are ok.

tyvm!!

alright! noir neos and neutral names comin up!! 🫡 (gun ment and alcohol ment tw)

fog/fogs

blam/blams

rev/revolve/revolver

ware/wares (ware house)

smoke/smokeself

dust/dusty

gray/grays

blind/blinds

street/streets

light/lights

glow/glows

grain/grains

noise/noises

stat/static

mel/mels (melancholy)

chol/chols

beige/beiges

cob/web/cobweb/cobwebs

chess/chess

wine/wines

radio/radios

show/shows

🐈‍⬛/🐈‍⬛

🕸️/🕸️

🕷️/🕷️

🐜/🐜

🎱/🎱

🎳/🎳

♟️/♟️

📸/📸

🎙️/🎙️

🎭/🎭

🎥/🎥

🎞️/🎞️

☕/☕

🥃/🥃

🧊/🧊

🍿/🍿

🎷/🎷

🎹/🎹

🎬/🎬

☎️/☎️

📞/📞

📠/📠

💾/💾

☂️/☂️

🖋️/🖋️

✒️/✒️

🗃️/🗃️

now names!

ace

aero

allium

aloe

ares

axel

aza

bes

bex

bingo

birch

bucket

button

caelum

carver

caspian

chrome

cran

dallas

dalle

deo

dez

dove

dune

ellis

es

esper

espin

ey

faris

fawn

feather

geo

hawk

helio

ira

jade

jax

jaz

sprite

kip

kris

lennox

lupine

lux

myth

sparrow

[oletus-carousel]

🕸️ ENTER YOUR FATE. 🕸️

"ARIADNE" / "THE FATE WEAVER" - THE EXILE'S LIMITED RELEASE S-TIER

“You have run away from those who cared for you. You are incomplete, and will always be.”

The Exile’s informal clothing gives way to a simple black dress, with the straps running across it that hold her Snares and other supplies having the appearance of glowing golden constellations. Similarly, the bag in which her Snares lie is golden. The pendant that always hangs about her neck is instead carved of true black opal, but retains the same shape. Her gloves give way to ones made of tan leather, with their bandages becoming interwoven straps. She wears a black leather sandal on her left [non-prosthetic] leg. Ivy wreathes up her legs, symbolising Ariadne’s connection to Dionysus, the god of wine.

Her hair becomes longer and ends in a braid at her mid-back interwoven with ivy. She wears a circlet of silver leaves, though it doesn’t touch her hair. Instead, it is stretched between two large bull’s horns [symbolic of Minos], which are cracked and dripping golden ichor. Her eyes are black buttons with silver threads resembling a spider’s web, and the webs glow brightly in darker maps.

Her Snares become golden threads, and when a survivor passes through them, they trail black or silver puzzle pieces for a short time while boosted according to her abilities. These reflect the faces of familiar Manor participants - notably Mike, Luca, Tracy, Burke [and possibly her father, Homura, the Hypnotist] - before fading. The aforementioned characters will not see any reflections. [The trail is a consistent mark across skins, but their appearance shifts according to the Exile’s skin.]

MATCHING ACCESSORY

Her special accessory is Corona Borealis - the constellation of Ariadne. It manifests as a golden serpent coiled into itself and hangs at her waist, with a black opal inlaid as the eye to match the pendant at her neck. A serpent will wrap around the character’s legs [or, in the case of characters like Hastur and Michiko without visible legs, will float around them] for as long as they are receiving the Snares’ effects. They also cause the puzzle pieces to warp and twist like puddles of water.

[[ I want this to be a [figurative] essence release but limited essence skins don't get accessories - until I flesh out her essence with more skins I'll keep her accessory in this post as if she's a shop package. ]]

[godly-arachnids]

“Who leaked our messages.”

“You’re so mean sometimes.”

“Sorry? But you do- not that I mind it, just..”

“You suck.” >:(

“I’m sorry!” D:<

[ @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues @urlocalchaosjunkie @meepmoopmaap ]

[godly-arachnids]

𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠…. [𝟣𝟦𝟫𝟫 | 𝟤𝟥𝟥𝟢 ]

——— [Documents loaded. Private records kept by Spider-Society. ] ———

Introducing: spider-man of [EARTH 1499] and spider-man of [EARTH 2330].

Recording starts: Now.

[please read full document/post.]

———————————————————-]

DIMENSION: EARTH-1499.

NAME: Dionysus. [UNKOWN]

ALIAS: Vine-weaver.

AGE: 26.

GENDER, PRONOUNS: Male, He/Him.

AFFILIATION: Spider-Society.

———EXTRA———

PERSONALITY TRAITS: playful, sarcastic, quick, irritable, sassy, grumpy (at times, -LYLA), protective, cocky.

APPEARANCE: Long curly black hair, tan skin, purple eyes, lean, tall.

ABILITIES: Spider-sense, enhanced agility, strength, durability, speed, and stamina. Vine control, electricity control (to a point, -LYLA), supernatural stick to things, and spider-venom; making illusions.

———————————————————-]

FILE 2.

DIMENSION: EARTH-2330.

NAME: Perseus Jackson.

ALIAS: water-arachnid.

AGE: 16.

GENDER, PRONOUNS: Male, He/Him.

AFFILIATION: Spider-society.

———EXTRA———

PERSONALITY TRAITS: sarcastic, sassy, quiet, defensive, fast-thinker, loyal.

APPEARANCE: Messy black hair (with white streaks, -LYLA), tan skin, green eyes, scars.

ABILITIES: Spider-sense, enhanced agility, strength, durability, speed, and stamina. supernatural stick to things, water control, and spider-venom; blood manipulation.

———————————————————-]

Recording stops: Now.

!![PLEASE READ: BLOG EXPLANATION/LORE, RULES.]!! If you have any questions, just ask!

this is an AU blog.

TAGS:

> wine and webs. 🕸️ [Dionysus interaction.]

> drowned spiders. 💧 [Percy interaction.]

> mentor and the mentee. 🕷️ [interaction with both.]

> stars speaking ooc! [Out of character posts/reblogs.]

TO BE EDITED.

[annabeth-chaae]

[Annabeth looks a little uncomfortable. She was already familiar with other universes, but the ides that her boyfriend Percy, in another universe is linked to spiders, rubs her the wrong way.]

Uhm hello. What are you two doing here?

Open Starter: Different.

It had been a weird day. Two figures had came out of a portal right into camp, wearing…spider-man suits? The whole thing was strange- the two had said they came from another dimension, and after a talk with Chiron, the activities director seemed to believe them.

What was more shocking was their introductions. The fact that they said they were Percy Jackson, and Dionysus. But…not the same…?

It was later in the day now, the sun was setting- the light going through the big house windows. For whatever reason, you were walking around the big house. Maybe trying to avoid the bugs, or just wanting to rest for a second. Whatever reason, you were drawn to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. But- dinner had already passed…?

When you peak your head in, you’re met with the sight of one of those two spider-men. This one being Dionysus. Currently, cooking something on the stove. But…not the god you knew. Way different. For instance- he was younger. Twenty six, apparently. He was also a lot more fit and, well, prettier. He also wasn’t a god…

The main difference- though? He was happier.

Whatever he was cooking, it smelled good. There was some song playing on a little radio, but the lyrics didn’t make much sense. Whatever. The spider hummed along while cooking, and cringed when he accidentally dropped something.

“Shit-!” The man cursed, picking it up with a sigh. Then he noticed you. He blinked. “Τι?”

————————

Translation: what?

Tag list:

[ask to be added or removed!]

- @urlocalchaosjunkie

- @meepmoopmaap

- @annabeth-chaae

- @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues

[godly-arachnids]

He stared at them, watching them jump back in surprise.

“Uhm,” the man blinked. “I don’t think so? Unless you’re a child of Zeus?” He tilts his head. He adds something to the pan on the stove.

“Everyone calls me dio- so that’s fine.”

Open Starter: Different.

It had been a weird day. Two figures had came out of a portal right into camp, wearing…spider-man suits? The whole thing was strange- the two had said they came from another dimension, and after a talk with Chiron, the activities director seemed to believe them.

What was more shocking was their introductions. The fact that they said they were Percy Jackson, and Dionysus. But…not the same…?

It was later in the day now, the sun was setting- the light going through the big house windows. For whatever reason, you were walking around the big house. Maybe trying to avoid the bugs, or just wanting to rest for a second. Whatever reason, you were drawn to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. But- dinner had already passed…?

When you peak your head in, you’re met with the sight of one of those two spider-men. This one being Dionysus. Currently, cooking something on the stove. But…not the god you knew. Way different. For instance- he was younger. Twenty six, apparently. He was also a lot more fit and, well, prettier. He also wasn’t a god…

The main difference- though? He was happier.

Whatever he was cooking, it smelled good. There was some song playing on a little radio, but the lyrics didn’t make much sense. Whatever. The spider hummed along while cooking, and cringed when he accidentally dropped something.

“Shit-!” The man cursed, picking it up with a sigh. Then he noticed you. He blinked. “Τι?”

————————

Translation: what?

Tag list:

[ask to be added or removed!]

- @urlocalchaosjunkie

- @meepmoopmaap

- @annabeth-chaae

- @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues

[godly-arachnids]

“This ain’t ‘her’ kitchen. Anyone can use it. Now- do you need something?” He raised an eyebrow, turning towards her slightly. “You can have some pasta once I’m done.” Dionysus hummed.

It was kinda unnerving- seeing the grumpy old god suddenly a happy, young adult. Who didn’t immediately shove her away in annoyance.

"Μόνο λίγο, όμως. Εγώ και ο Πέρσι δεν έχουμε φάει όλη μέρα".

Translation: "Just a little, though. Me and Percy haven't eaten all day."

Open Starter: Different.

It had been a weird day. Two figures had came out of a portal right into camp, wearing…spider-man suits? The whole thing was strange- the two had said they came from another dimension, and after a talk with Chiron, the activities director seemed to believe them.

What was more shocking was their introductions. The fact that they said they were Percy Jackson, and Dionysus. But…not the same…?

It was later in the day now, the sun was setting- the light going through the big house windows. For whatever reason, you were walking around the big house. Maybe trying to avoid the bugs, or just wanting to rest for a second. Whatever reason, you were drawn to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. But- dinner had already passed…?

When you peak your head in, you’re met with the sight of one of those two spider-men. This one being Dionysus. Currently, cooking something on the stove. But…not the god you knew. Way different. For instance- he was younger. Twenty six, apparently. He was also a lot more fit and, well, prettier. He also wasn’t a god…

The main difference- though? He was happier.

Whatever he was cooking, it smelled good. There was some song playing on a little radio, but the lyrics didn’t make much sense. Whatever. The spider hummed along while cooking, and cringed when he accidentally dropped something.

“Shit-!” The man cursed, picking it up with a sigh. Then he noticed you. He blinked. “Τι?”

————————

Translation: what?

Tag list:

[ask to be added or removed!]

- @urlocalchaosjunkie

- @meepmoopmaap

- @annabeth-chaae

- @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues

[godly-arachnids]

“Uhm…cooking- getting ready to eat?” The man raised an eyebrow, blinking at her in confusion.

Percy sat a little ways away, looking down at something in his lap as he sat on the counter—clearly not having noticed her. He had headphones on.

“Or are you referring to why we’re here in your dimension.” He hummed.

Open Starter: Different.

It had been a weird day. Two figures had came out of a portal right into camp, wearing…spider-man suits? The whole thing was strange- the two had said they came from another dimension, and after a talk with Chiron, the activities director seemed to believe them.

What was more shocking was their introductions. The fact that they said they were Percy Jackson, and Dionysus. But…not the same…?

It was later in the day now, the sun was setting- the light going through the big house windows. For whatever reason, you were walking around the big house. Maybe trying to avoid the bugs, or just wanting to rest for a second. Whatever reason, you were drawn to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. But- dinner had already passed…?

When you peak your head in, you’re met with the sight of one of those two spider-men. This one being Dionysus. Currently, cooking something on the stove. But…not the god you knew. Way different. For instance- he was younger. Twenty six, apparently. He was also a lot more fit and, well, prettier. He also wasn’t a god…

The main difference- though? He was happier.

Whatever he was cooking, it smelled good. There was some song playing on a little radio, but the lyrics didn’t make much sense. Whatever. The spider hummed along while cooking, and cringed when he accidentally dropped something.

“Shit-!” The man cursed, picking it up with a sigh. Then he noticed you. He blinked. “Τι?”

————————

Translation: what?

Tag list:

[ask to be added or removed!]

- @urlocalchaosjunkie

- @meepmoopmaap

- @annabeth-chaae

- @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues

[godly-arachnids]

“….yes? And I’m not in any cabin, sorry.” He sighed, stirring the contents of the pan- it looked like some sort of pasta.

“No offense taken by the way.” He snorted.

Open Starter: Different.

It had been a weird day. Two figures had came out of a portal right into camp, wearing…spider-man suits? The whole thing was strange- the two had said they came from another dimension, and after a talk with Chiron, the activities director seemed to believe them.

What was more shocking was their introductions. The fact that they said they were Percy Jackson, and Dionysus. But…not the same…?

It was later in the day now, the sun was setting- the light going through the big house windows. For whatever reason, you were walking around the big house. Maybe trying to avoid the bugs, or just wanting to rest for a second. Whatever reason, you were drawn to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. But- dinner had already passed…?

When you peak your head in, you’re met with the sight of one of those two spider-men. This one being Dionysus. Currently, cooking something on the stove. But…not the god you knew. Way different. For instance- he was younger. Twenty six, apparently. He was also a lot more fit and, well, prettier. He also wasn’t a god…

The main difference- though? He was happier.

Whatever he was cooking, it smelled good. There was some song playing on a little radio, but the lyrics didn’t make much sense. Whatever. The spider hummed along while cooking, and cringed when he accidentally dropped something.

“Shit-!” The man cursed, picking it up with a sigh. Then he noticed you. He blinked. “Τι?”

————————

Translation: what?

Tag list:

[ask to be added or removed!]

- @urlocalchaosjunkie

- @meepmoopmaap

- @annabeth-chaae

- @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues