#spider mention tw

[little-miss-selfships]

Ok I'm so adding spiders (irl btw) to my blacklist (since I had a spider paranoia episode) so make sure you use my blacklist catch call planky don't look

[delimeful]

helpless (6)

warnings: arguing, anger, mild misunderstandings

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The journey was over.

His impromptu employers had reached their goal, a new stretch of forest that was close enough to a town that the humans could make the trip within a day to trade and barter, but far enough that they weren’t likely to have a repeat of what Patton referred to as the “Beary Bad Beartraps” situation.

His work here was done, his job complete, and his payment fulfilled.

And yet, Roman found himself idling around their new campsite long after Logan had pressed a sack heavy with coin into his hands.

“I mean,” he blustered upon receiving the third curious glance from Virgil, who was carefully stringing their more perishable goods up in a tree, “is my job truly done if I haven’t ascertained the danger of the destination? It would be disastrous if something happened before you even properly settled in!”

“Oh, that’s alright, I think your job is done!” Patton chimed in, clearing all the twigs and rocks from the ground where they would soon lay their bedrolls. “You should go now, so you don’t have to travel in the dark!”

Roman’s posture wilted slightly. “I mean, you all clearly have so much to do, I could at least help—,”

“Excellent,” said Logan, who clearly wanted to be sketching Virgil’s web patterns instead, “you can come take over in assembling the raincatcher, then.”

Brightening up immediately, Roman practically bounded over, too glad at an excuse to stay to bother complaining about the manual labor. Logan vanished and reappeared at Virgil’s side with his notebook in short order.

(Across the clearing, Patton’s shoulders went tight and bunched up for a moment before forcibly smoothing out.)

That set the tone for the rest of the week, each morning beginning with Roman stalling his departure for some vaguely-stated reason or another, and Logan easily assigning a portion of the day’s tasks to him. He was a surprisingly deft hand at delegation, Roman noted, for a scholar.

He was also under the false impression that Roman himself had a similar nature, for some strange reason.

Sure, Roman had taken to occasionally following Virgil around in a manner very similar to Logan, and yeah, he maybe spent some of that time pestering the drider for details on whichever monster from his travels jumped to mind, but that didn’t mean he was a nerd.

“It’s certainly refreshing to meet a fellow enthusiast,” Logan said in passing at dinner one evening.

“What?” Roman blurted, startled. “I— I mean, enthusiastic about… defeating them, maybe.”

Between them, Patton stoked the fire perhaps more intensely than strictly required.

Logan leveled an unimpressed look over the lenses of his glasses, rotating one of the skewers over the flames. “I see. The artwork you created based on Virgil’s description of basilisks was purely for destructive purposes, then?”

“You saw that?!” Roman squawked, his face growing hot.

“They were remarkably pictured, for someone who's never seen them. You would make a far superior bestiary illustrator than most I’ve witnessed,” Logan replied, unperturbed.

Roman ran a hand through his hair, and tried to change the subject. “You’ve got to be fair to them, most humans don’t go looking for basilisks, what with the unfortunate side effects.”

There was a concerning silence from Logan, who now seemed more intent on observing his in-progress kabob than ever.

“Logan,” Virgil said, his relaxed lounge turning into the weary tension he always got when one of the others said or did something unwise. “Tell me you didn’t try to track down a species that can kill you with a glance for the express purpose of looking at it?”

Logan cleared his throat. “I prefer not to tell falsehoods to my companions,” he managed, the faintest traces of embarrassment visible.

“Logan,” Virgil repeated, with a sort of agonized exhaustion.

“Oh, come on, Living Bitemare,” Roman interjected, trying to steer the conversation to lighter waters, “he clearly made it out alright, didn’t he?”

The drider dragged his hands over his face, muttering something about that not being the point, but he did seem somewhat appeased by the fact that Logan was right in front of him, safe and sound.

“Don’t call him that,” a voice interjected.

Roman looked up at Patton with surprise.

“Beg your pardon?” he asked, bewildered.

“Stop calling Virgil names,” Patton said, louder this time. He was still sitting, but his hands were clenched at his sides.

He sounded truly upset, and Roman realized that he’d never heard such a tone from the man before.

“Names?” he echoed dumbly for a moment. “Oh— The nicknames! I’m not— I only mean them as a manner of affectionate teasing! They’re not actually mean-spirited.”

There was a beat of silence in which Patton’s expression only darkened, and then—

“They’re not?” Virgil asked quietly, his voice barely more than a low whisper.

Roman wasn’t sure what his face did, but the expression must have been fairly visible, because Virgil’s shoulders lowered slightly.

“Of course not!” he finally managed to find his words, barely resisting the urge to jump to his feet. “They’re simply witticisms, wordplay, whatever I can think of in the moment. It’s a habit of mine, I promise you they aren’t maliciously meant.”

Virgil relaxed further, and after a moment, a small smile appeared on his face.

Roman grinned back, relieved and entirely unbothered by the fangs he could see poking out at the edges of the expression.

“I’m going to sleep,” Patton said, his expression carefully neutral. He rose and walked over to the bedrolls without another word.

There was a long pause, the three left behind exchanging worried glances before the conversation started back up again, more subdued than before.

“Regardless, I was wearing goggles with mirrored lenses, so the risk of looking directly into a basilisk’s gaze was relatively low.”

“And were these goggles tested before you used them in a situation where you would absolutely die if they didn’t work?”

“Well. That is to say…,”

Roman let the conversation roll over him, still staring after Patton.

Something was wrong, and he suspected it started with his own person.

—

The next morning, a quick word to Logan got Roman assigned to help Patton with the laundry, though it earned him a raised eyebrow of skepticism.

“Don’t worry about it,” Roman told him confidently, despite the fact that he had no real idea if this would help. “I’m certain I can get to the bottom of whatever is perturbing our dear Patton!”

The words didn’t seem to reassure Logan as much as he would have liked, but he agreed to the change in duties regardless.

The way Patton’s smile tightened into something almost painful-looking when Roman approached to carry one of the clothes baskets wasn’t promising, but it did prove that Roman was on the right track.

His small talk went almost entirely unreplied to all the way down the hill, and so Roman eventually let them sink into an awkward silence, trying to think of a way to broach the topic of Patton’s mood without offending.

In the end, Patton himself initiated it.

“Are you going to be leaving soon?” he asked with a pale imitation of his usual cheer. “I’m sure that an adventurer such as yourself must have much more exciting things to pursue than laundry.”

Yikes. Roman hadn’t heard the word adventurer spat with such distaste since he’d left home.

“I’m not certain,” he replied honestly. “I— I suppose I could come up with any number of excuses, but truly, I enjoy spending time here.”

“Do you?” Patton’s hands clenched tighter around the bundle of clothes he was swirling in the soapy water of the washbucket.

Roman glanced between the work and Patton’s face apprehensively, a bad feeling beginning to blossom in his gut. He wrung a pair of socks out halfheartedly before continuing.

“Yes, I do. I know I didn’t make the best first impression—,” Patton yanked a pair of overalls from the bucket, the water splattering them both, “—but I’m very fond of spending time here, with you all. I’ll likely feel the stirring of adventure again eventually, but until then, I want… well, I would like to stay here.”

“So, you’ll only leave to go hunt down and destroy monsters,” Patton said, a surprisingly brusque response to his heartfelt request. He was still washing the same pair of overalls. “I’m sure Logan will appreciate the extra pair of hands around here.”

Roman was beginning to sense a theme, here.

“I mean, yes, but…,” He turned to face Patton directly, a frown settling onto his face despite himself. “Look, to be fair to me, most of the monsters I run into want to kill me very much, all the time.”

“Maybe that’s because you tromp into their houses and try to attack them?” Patton bit out, scrubbing a pair of overalls with enough force that Roman was kind of worried about the buttons.

“Not true! Bounties are for when monsters are stealing all the goats or abducting travelers or, in one very weird case, sneaking into houses and tying like seven people’s hair together.” Short hair had become a necessity in that particular town. “That’s the definition of them leaving their houses to go do crimes!”

“Virgil didn’t do any of that!” Any trace of grime on those overalls had been well and truly obliterated by now. “He doesn’t hurt people.”

Roman persisted despite feeling like maybe he was going to be the next victim of that wooden washboard. “I know that now! I’m not going to attack Virgil again, I believe you guys! He’s a nice spiderguy, I’m convinced! We hang out! Why are you so hung up on this?”

Patton kept his head down for a long moment, dunking the spotless overalls underwater to get rid of leftover suds for a moment before wadding the garment up in his hands with sharp, furious motions.

Then, he snapped his head up and threw the ball of sodden cloth directly at him, the makeshift missile impacting against the front of his shirt with a wet splat.

It barely stung, but Roman jerked back in pure startlement so hard he nearly fell over. “Hey!”

“He’s my best friend, and you hurt him.” Patton was glaring now, his eyes shiny and red-rimmed. “He didn’t do anything wrong, and you made him feel like a monster, and you never even apologized!”

“I—,” Roman started automatically, and then abruptly shut his mouth. He’d— Things were fine between him and Virgil! They’d come to an understanding, they’d built trust! Sure, he’d been a jerk at first, but…

A flicker of memory; his hand on the hilt of his sword, his thumb tapping the guard the way he always did when nervous. Looking up to meet Virgil’s eyes and finding a face full of bitter resignation. Full of hurt?

Monsters didn’t usually care about what Roman thought of them.

But Virgil had proven to be the exception to the rule enough times, hadn’t he?

“— what everyone always does, you’re just like them, you only see what you want to see, it’s not right,” Patton was still going, though at some point he’d brought his clenched fists up to his eyes to try and rub the building tears away.

Roman stepped forward, reaching out to grab his hands and pull them down, meeting his eyes with all the sincerity he could muster.

“I understand,” he said solemnly. “I didn’t think of it like that. I’m sorry.”

Patton sniffed, trying to draw his eyebrows into a firmer frown with little success. “I’m not the one—,”

“I’m going to apologize to Virgil, don’t worry,” Roman told him. “But it seems like my behavior hurt you, too.”

Going by the way Patton’s face crumpled, he’d hit the nail right on the head. He pulled the shorter man into a hug, ignoring the dampness of the face against his shoulder.

The shirt was basically one big wet spot at this point, anyhow.

“I forgive you,” Patton said a few minutes later, his voice still slightly clogged up. The arms around him tightened a little bit. “‘M sorry for being mean to you instead of talking about it.”

“We got there eventually!” Roman announced in his grandest voice, making Patton chuckle. “… Do you think I should apologize to Logan?”

Patton snorted. “I think Logan already got his own version of penance from you. He’s been giving you all of his chores since day one.”

“Wait, what?”

[mvsicinthedvrk]

i'm doing something a little different for my event prep-- because i'm on hiatus the rest of the month, i don't really have the ability to do much reaching out to plot (though if you pop into my dms unprompted to plot, feel free, as i'll definitely get back to you to chat when i'm able) and i need to make sure i keep my threads to a manageable number. but i still want to be able to be active during the event when i can! especially since other threads will be paused!

so below is my list of event threads; i'm limiting myself to 3ish per character for the time being with the understanding that i'm also willing to stretch it to more if there's pairings i really want to write for.

if you want me to write a starter, please request one below (limit 2 per member for now, please). i probably won't pre-plot with you much but i'll roll for the situation on my end as soon as u request them & add that info below so you have a general idea of what the conflict in the thread will be.

**and then this is the untraditional part of the starter call: there's obviously no obligation, but if you want to volunteer to write any starter(s) for a pairing, please also feel free to let me know below, so i can add that to my total thread count. i would love that. i likely won't be going through your starter calls to request things, not because i don't want to write with you all, but because i don't want to impose when there's a high chance i won't be around as much as usual

i'll also note that i don't think i'll be killing off any of my characters during this event, even temporarily, and if you want to kill off any of your muses, i'd honestly prefer you do it in a thread that's not with one of mine, but if you feel really strongly about it, we can definitely plot, i just need a heads up. thank u for understanding!

total thread count (list last updated saturday 10/14 at 9am):

bold is for my notes; means i need to write it still and strikethrough is that it's already written (written 19/20)

wei wuxian-- SLOTS FULL

one: writing wei wuxian and dream for alex (rolled: rat with a gun)

two: wei wuxian & yanli (aria writing)

three: wei wuxian & vic for swan (rolled: children with pumpkins for heads)

four: wei wuxian & cangse sanren (rolled: living corn attempting to eat u but it's still the size of regular corn)

five: wei wuxian & han solo (rolled: skeletons)

xie lian-- SLOTS FULL

one: writing hualian for mia (rolled: crossing stream)

two: xie lian & feng xin (kasey writing)

three: writing xie lian & mu qing for june (rolled: quicksand mud)

four: xie lian & shen qiao (june writing)

five: xie lian & sophie (rolled: a hoard of geese)

wen kexing-- 1 slot available

one: wenzhou (atlas writing)

two:

he xuan-- SLOTS FULL

one: writing beefleaf for sunny (rolled: poisonous gas)

two: writing he xuan & chunyu for kasey (rolled: giant spiders)

sha hualing-- SLOTS FULL

one: writing sha hualing & shang qinghua for sunny (rolled: murderous clown)

two: writing sha hualing & tina for risa (rolled: gritty)

liu qingge-- 1 slot available

one: liu qingge & anya (violet writing)

two:

loid forger-- SLOTS FULL

one: writing loid & anya for mia (rolled: werewolf)

two: writing loid & yor for kasey (rolled: giant table and feast)

dongfang qingcang-- 1 slot available

one: dongfang qingcang & xiao lanhua (kasey writing)

two:

chu wanning-- 1 slot available

one: ranwan (kasey writing)

two:

filippa kosta-- 1 slot available

one: writing filippa & cordelia for alex (rolled: high winds)

two:

qi yan-- 1 slot available

one: qi yan & laudna for cassie (rolled: giant spiderweb)

two:

kaz brekker-- SLOTS FULL

one: kaz & inej (sunny writing)

two: kaz & ninoma (alex writing)

three: writing kaz & wylan for aria (rolled: dead end/spores/drunk)

mo xi-- 1 slot available pls give him some love

one: june writing a surprise starter for mo xi and somebody

two:

pei ming-- 1 slot available

one: pei ming & bond (risa writing)

two: pei ming & heidi for swan (rolled: werewolf)

three:

lee rang-- SLOTS FULL

one: rang & yeon (atlas writing)

two: also lee rang & jang yeo hee (atlas writing)

two: lee rang & yuri for violet (rolled: whispering plant life)

xiao chiye-- SLOTS FULL

one: writing chiye & zechuan for june (rolled: werewolf, followed by truth zone)

two: chiye & qi zhuyin (june writing)

lu junyi -- 1 slot available

one: writing junyi & jasmine for moon (rolled: frozen tundra of corn)

two:

[brandstifter-sys]

On A Limb

Part 1: Spooder                                (Ao3)

Word Count: 833

Rating: T

Pairing: Dukexiety

Warnings: Spider limbs, Salad Fingers references, sex mention, pre-AA

Virgil is tired and Remus decides it’s time for spider paws and toe beans!

---

Remus knew how nasty stress could be, he just had to look at what it did to his egotistical brother. Roman was too far gone for his help, but that didn’t mean everyone else was repulsed by his kingdom of catharsis. If someone wanted to break things and wreak havoc, Remus had several rooms in his castle filled with junk. He had the coziest bed, a wide assortment of video games, sports courts, and a few dungeons for the adventurous sort. 

He was happily cleaning the kitchen, because dammit if his head was a mess, his cooking area wouldn’t be! But even nose deep in bleach, he could smell the tell-tale signs of a visitor crawling around. Literally.

He immediately shoved his cleaning aside and raced up to the one room where his spider buddy liked to hide. If he got lucky, Virgil would be angry enough to torture him in the dungeon until he got off. 

But when he got up to the room, Remus was greeted with soft snoring. Virgil was curled up on a web hammock, in his favorite black hoodie, with his spider legs out and dangling just above the actual bed. 

Remus giggled to himself and flopped on the bed. He always loved when Virgil slept with his fuzzy limbs out. It gave him a chance to get close to the beans. 

He immediately took one of the fuzzy legs in his hands and gently stroked the cute little hairs down. Remus absolutely loved the rough texture and the little twitches from the soft contact. 

Virgil was so peaceful and unaware. He probably didn't realize that he always woke up in a good mood because his spider limbs got adored and pampered. 

"Let's see the beans!" Remus giggled and ran his finger down the set of claws in the middle of the paw. He was so giddy about swinging that leg up to get a good look at the underside. 

The underside was twice as fuzzy, like a fluffy little carpet. Remus wiggled his finger over the pad, scratching it like a floofy kitty. Although he could compare the texture to a toothbrush mixed with a young chick's down feathers. 

So what if he nuzzled it and squealed softly? Spider paws were too cute and fluffy and creepy crawly! He never got to get this close to Virgil's spider legs without getting in trouble. He just wanted to smooch that cute spidery toe bean! So he did!

"If you even think about using your tongue, you're dead," Virgil grumbled and peeked down at him with one eye. 

"I thought you were asleep!" Remus giggled up at him. He really looked exhausted.

"I was, until you started playing with my tarsus," Virgil grumbled, not moving his spider legs away from Remus.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Remus pouted up at him and idly petted the limb in his hands.

"Because you would've stopped. And I don't want you to stop." 

"Is this a turn on?" Remus teased and wiggled his eyebrows. Virgil scoffed incredulously. 

"No," he grumbled, "it just feels nice." 

"Well Mr. Scary Side Scaring Sides, looks like your scariest trait is too adorable for words!" 

"Knowing what you think is adorable, I'm taking that as a compliment," he muttered with a smirk. It was even more endearing to see the faint blush on his cheeks. 

"You're adorable, Scare Bear!" Remus cooed and gently stroked the toe bean with a giggle. 

"Why do you like doing that?" Virgil asked, certainly not complaining. 

"You hold a welcoming texture, a pleasure for the tips!" Remus purred before breaking into a giggling fit. 

"This had better not be almost orgasmic for you and your salad fingers, Hubert Cumberdale," Virgil jeered, unable to keep from smiling. 

"Ooh, Hubert Cumberdale? Is it because I taste like soot and poo?" Remus jeered with a playful shimmy. 

"I don't know what you taste like," Virgil hummed, "Wanna fix that?" 

Remus froze and blinked up at him. Did Virgil want to eat him or kiss him? He was thrilled with either option. 

"Dukey?" Virgil hesitated. 

Remus sat up and got in his face, close enough to bump noses. Virgil snorted and leaned down and pressed a shy kiss to his lips. It was enough to make Remus' ears wiggle.

"So, did you sample the delights of my flavor?" Remus hummed. 

"I might need another taste," Virgil teased while he averted his gaze shyly. 

"You absolute harlot," Remus teased, "any more sappy smooches and you'll have to date me and marry me to keep the town from gossiping!" 

"You dork!" Virgil snickered and kissed him again, "looks like I'm your boyfriend now." 

Remus giggled and smooched him again before flopping on his back and grabbing one of his spider paws. He nuzzled the fuzzy foot and giggled. 

Virgil sighed contentedly and closed his eyes again, smiling softly as he drifted off. He was content to have his extra limbs treated so sweetly by his quirky, loving boyfriend.

(Part 2)

[devilsmenu]

@youllalwaysbemyporcelain - Noah & Sprig

Giant spider web

"That's too tight and uncomfortable. We need to get out of here before we turn into a giant spider dinner" Noah said trying to move his arms. "Do you have something strong to cut these webs?".

[honeyrage]

the types of films faye makes are more or less a reflection of what their mental state is like or at what point it is in their timeline. their first two films are very lighthearted, a short film about a couple trying to see everything in osaka together before one of them flies to the united states. the second is a series of japanese myths, children's tales that her mother used to tell her at bedtime.

the third one veers away from the lighthearted and melancholic tone of the first two, and takes about three years to come out. the same amount of time that faye is in therapy for the trauma that they go through. it's their own retelling of the yellow wallpaper, centered around a woman confined in a traditional japanese house who becomes convinced that there is someone living in the slats between the walls.

the film itself holds a sense of unreality, the incessant knocking and sound of footsteps and skittering and the woman's slowly loosening grip on her sanity conveying a sense of growing paranoia that leaves many who watch it uneasy. the last shot of a spider crawling out of the woman's mouth feels out of place, but is the first of faye's films to feature spider motifs.

it's at this point that the web starts to dig its pincers into her life, forcing those close to faye to watch as they seemingly spirals even deeper into their own mind and bad habits, unable to let go of their past and apparently unwilling to seek the help she needs ... caught in a web of their own pain.

[feyfetched]

Basically my journalist sona??? BUT I do have a npc ver of course >: ) 

I cycled through like 3 design until I finally got a sona design, Turning the other designs into ocs tho. Also the info is there and fun whoaaaa. I enjoy adding details and thinking about how exactly it would fit into the story. I think I’ve been figuring it out well so far! : ) Very self indulgent tho lmao. 

No accessories ver. I don’t usually line up silly little stuff: But I wanted to get this done so I had a lil ref of them w/ the hair they shove in the hats 

[harrstles]

just saw the video of you getting bit by a huntsman spider and i don't think i've ever met someone so unlucky. they don't usually bit humans so yikes. are you okay? swear off any future visits to australia? @sydney--sweenxy

[cluster-b-culture-is]

Cluster B Culture Is loving and relating to the animals that people tend to hate!! Pls reblog with your cluster b critter. I am rats and tarantulas

[captainseamech]

He's making eye contact with the funny big spider in the ceiling now. What else could he do? Pepper spray the poor thing?

[plankydreamingcorner]

Spiders are scary and yucky... (Just killed one and not oki 😭)

[ironheartedfae]

Do you have a favorite animal?

There are many interesting animals. I believe if I were to pick the most interesting to me it would be the jumping spider. Perhaps maratus volans specifically. It is quite colorful, and its introduced dances are lovely to watch.

[brandstifter-sys]

On a Limb

Part 2: Noodles                      (Ao3)

Word Count: 1166

Rating: T

Pairing: Dukexiety (feat. Roman)

Warnings: Spider limbs, tentacles, emo songs, sex mention

Virgil and Remus cuddle during movie night, and then Remus’ tentacles come out looking for attention, unaware that Roman is still there and awake.

---

Dating Remus had its ups and downs, especially after Thomas accepted Virgil. There was some panic and some excitement, but there were quiet moments that made everything seem perfect in their messy world. 

It was movie night, and it was late. Virgil was the only one who was still awake, watching Scream while Remus was snuggled up to him in his lap. The only other side still in the common area was Roman, dozing on his throne of pillows. 

Virgil was content to lounge and let Remus use him as a pillow when no one was around and awake. He had an image he wanted to keep, even if it was crumbling for the wrong reasons. 

He took a moment to admire Remus' relaxed sleeping face as the credits rolled. He looked so innocent and youthful, and even princely. Virgil melted inside when Remus held him tighter and nuzzled into his belly. He truly loved this gremlin man. 

"When I see your smile, tears run down my face," he sang softly and ran his fingers through Remus' hair.

"I can't replace" 

He knew it was a sappy emo song that someone would probably make fun of him for, but he was basically alone and he was feeling pretty sappy. 

"And now that I'm strong, I have figured out, How this world is cold, and it breaks through my soul. And I know I'll find deep inside me, I can be the one," he continued softly. 

But before he could get to the chorus, four tentacles erupted from the duke's back and shot towards him. 

One immediately wrapped around his head while two curled around his chest. The last one hovered a foot away from his face, patiently waiting. 

Virgil sighed through his nose and coaxed the green appendage from his face and draped it over his hand. 

"Easy there, Tiger," he muttered and kissed the tip, making the tentacle go limp "I'll stop singing." The tentacle went rigid and squirmed toward his mouth again. 

"Okay, okay, Tiberius, I won't stop," he chuckled and ran his hand over the feisty arm. Tiberius shivered and wrapped around his shoulders.

"Commodus, Elagabalus," he said and ran his fingers over the tentacles hugging his chest, "Come up here a sec." 

Elagabalus unwound and popped up in front of him in a serpentine arch. Virgil grabbed it and brought it to his lips. 

"You're calm tonight, Laggy, just want cuddles?" he mumbled against the brained noodle. Laggy wiggled excitedly and shot back down to hug him again. 

"Commie? You want a kiss?" he asked and petted the other tentacle hugging him. Commie wiggled and held on tighter. 

"Alright, the offer is open," he said and eyed the last tentacle with a soft smile.

"C'mere, Nero, I didn't forget about you." 

Virgil giggled when Nero came up to his cheek and rubbed against it. 

"I'm happy to see you too," he said and left a little kiss on the top of it. He rubbed it gently, giving it plenty of opportunity to escape. Nero curled up and rubbed his upper lip.

"You know I can't pull off the mustache look," Virgil hummed fondly and held up his hand so Nero could wrap around it and snuggle his palm. 

Tiberius crept up his cheek and poked him. Virgil turned his head quickly and surprised it with another kiss. Tiberius jolted and poked his lips. It was singing time again.

"I will never let you fall, I'll stand up with you forever. I'll be there for you through it all. Even if saving you sends me to heaven," he sang softly and ran his free hand over the tentacles hugging him. 

Tiberius poked him again for more kisses before he could continue. He was happy to deliver.

"Seasons are changing and waves are crashing and stars are falling all for us," he kept going, nuzzling Tiberius and stroking Nero. He was too distracted to notice the pillow throne shifting. 

"Days grow longer and nights grow shorter, I can show you I'll be the one." 

Roman was wide awake, primarily stunned to hear Virgil singing without getting promoted. But then he noticed the position Virgil was in.

Remus was holding him down and his fiendish tentacles were accosting him! And he was singing—to soothe the beastly limbs of course! Roman was ready to intervene, but Virgil unwittingly stopped him. 

"'Cause you're my, you're my, my," Virgil sang, extending the last word before going on, "My true love, my whole heart. Please don't throw that away." 

Roman quietly rose just right to see Virgil's face. He was shocked to see four tentacles rubbing his cheeks, and even more surprised to see Virgil smiling and petting them like they were needy puppies.

"I love you too, you giant noodles" he giggled and nuzzled into the affection, "C'mon, you don't want to wake Remus, he needs his sleep." 

Roman lowered himself and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He was intruding on a strange but tender moment. It was a moment he, of all sides, should have seen coming.

"I think I need to stop singing. You're getting too excited," Virgil muttered, "If you settle down, we can go to my room and I'll bring out the tarsi." 

The tentacles immediately flopped over his shoulders and rubbed his back. They wanted the toe beans! 

"And Roman," Virgil said, catching the prince off his guard, "Tell anyone about this and kiss your katana goodbye." 

Roman went rigid as Virgil sank out. He would face Anxiety’s wrath later. 

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Remus woke up in the wee hours of the morning. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he was in Virgil's room, snuggled up to him on top of the covers. 

He was feeling extra cuddly and he was happy to snuggle with the cuddliest side of them all! He was special enough to know that detail! 

But then he realized his tentacles were out and probably playing with Virgil's hair brushes. He tilted his head and grinned. 

Each tentacle arm was curled up around a spider leg, idly petting the fuzzy toe pads. Truly a welcoming texture, a pleasure for the tips! It kept his mind quieter and filled him with warmth. 

Remus giggled to himself and crawled up Virgil to see his face. 

"You woke up," Virgil hummed and hugged him to his chest. 

"Mhm, for now," Remus hummed and kissed his cheek, "I still need my sweet little good nightmare kisses!" 

"Sorry, Tiger took them all," Virgil jeered. 

"Aw, all of them?" Remus whined and pouted. Virgil chuckled and cupped his cheek. 

"Can you handle something bigger?" 

"You know I'm a size queen!" Remus teased and wiggled his eyebrows. 

Virgil stole forward and captured his lips, gently sucking his lower lip and nibbling on it as they slipped apart. And then he did it again. And again.

Remus absolutely melted and clung to Virgil's shirt. He absolutely loved his sweet and salty, ticking time bomb of a boyfriend.

(Part 1)

[devilsmenu]

@mcrcki - Heiya & Louise

Giant spiders

"Well, didn't know that a corn maze could be just like the weird games from Borderland. I leave Borderland but Borderland doesn't leave me" Heiya said with a sigh while grabbing her bow.

[byakuyasdarling]

I think the Claude brainrot is too much. In the last two consecutive days, large spiders have crawled all over me because they clearly think I’m the funniest little thing of all time. Clearly, the spider demon wants me /j

[ofxbloomed]

@skyfcll​ --> helaena && jeyne

“oh no,” she yelled out as her spider pin fell off her shirt and began to roll away. helaena felt like a fool for accidentally kicking it even further away when she approached. the frustration was visible on her face. a sigh was let out when she saw it stopped near someone’s face. however, she felt awkward when even thinking of leaning down so she just looked at the other person instead. “excuse me, do you mind not moving for a moment so i can pick up something by your feet? my pin fell and landed by you.”