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[spyderschaos]

Nnnng hiccup spider-man. Should draw full desgignldkdkd

[solbaby7]

Put On A Show

pairing: Rhysand x reader

warnings: smut, exhibitionism, explicit language, some light degradation, i couldn’t help myself guys sorry

Summary: Rhysand brings you along as a plus one to a celebration at the Court of Nightmares and you put on a special show for your High Lord

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High Lord of the Court of Nightmares.

Lord of Night.

Death Incarnate.

There’s no place for the teasing smiles, the playful jokes or restrained power here. All the things of Rhysand that you’d grown accustomed to was swapped out for that arrogant smirk, the pristine elegance of his attire that exuded centuries of wealth but beyond all of that; his most noticeable accessory was the ebbing darkness that seemed to loom around him. “I’m sorry for how I talk to you down there. I can’t—they can’t see me that way.”

“I promise I won’t take it personally,” You’d told him, meaning it no matter how high your brows shot up when he’d sheepishly handed over your outfit for the night.

If you could call it that.

It was basically see though, soft fabric just barely covering your breasts, criss-crossing at the stomach before settling into a skirt that barely covered your backside when you walked. Rhys had insisted on a little precaution, waving a hand and covering you in tattoos so dark it looked like the night sky was plucked from above and stamped into your skin. The intricate designs didn’t move when you touched them but anytime you’d accidentally brushed into Azriel or bumped shoulders with Mor, the ink smeared. “You marking me or something?”

It was meant as a joke but he’s serious when he answers. “Yes.”

Your roll falls into place when you’re winnowed to the front entrance of the Hewn City and instantly you understand why none of the Inner Circle came here much. The air smelled of mischief; chaos bled from the windows and greed reared its head when the High Lord sauntered through the front doors like he owned the place—he did.

The shift in the room happens quickly, guards dressed to the tee in heavy armor and swords sharp enough to disembowel with one sickening swing; men who’d fought in great battles and devastating wars, bowing to their knees at the sight of him.

This version of Rhysand eats it up, chin high and nose higher as he looked down on each and every person in attendance. Gone was the male with great dreams of peace and prosperity; dreams of a place where people of all types called home without fear of it being ripped from them at any moment.

This version of Rhysand was the fear.

He was the darkness that lurked around at night, waiting and watching patiently for his victims to slip up so he could reach out and capture them in his dark web. “All of this, for me?” The High Lords voice clears across the room easily with everyone so silent, heads bowed and the few who’d bravely raised their eyes to feast on a slice of your skin was met with the silent threat of death by the shadowsinger that followed your flank. “I’m flattered.”

The High Lord sits comfortably in his thrown, legs spread wide and arms lazily spread out on the sides. For the first time since you’d gotten here, he looks at you, beckoning you forward with a cocky little jerk of his head and only when you stand before him does he allow the others to rise. “You sit.” He tells you though, gesturing proudly to the spot on his lap and you resist the urge to see other people’s reactions when you obey.

Despite the dark ambiance, something about the unsettling atmosphere intrigued you; eyes catching over carefully carved dragons with wings that seemed never-ending as it curved around the walls, the crown moulding and ceiling like it was preparing to take flight and burst through the roof. The citizens of the Hewn City, you find are equally as unsettling; groups of people coming up to bow and greet their High Lord, shamelessly taking in the ample curves left on display by your flimsy attire. “Pretty, isn’t she?” The Lord of Darkness questions after a moment, violet eyes fixed on the curve of your spine before settling on the armored male to the left.

The male swallows thickly, his gulp audible when he nods just barely. “Yes, High Lord.”

Rhys hummed in agreement, the back of his hand beginning to trace the curve of your shoulder when you hear some muffled voice coughing out “whore”. The touch leaves and that ebbing darkness grows again, robbing the man who’d dare utter the syllables of his breath. The man’s hands reach for his throat, eyes wide as his mouth gapes open and closed like a fish plucked out of the water and you don’t place your hand on the High Lords chest until the man’s face is a unusual shade of blue. “Aw, let him go. He’s just mad you’ve got me all to yourself,” You lean in closer, voice sultry and a little bored when you settle deeper into his chest. “Poor bastard probably doesn’t even know what to do with his equipment under all that armor.”

Another best of time passes before you hear the desperate gasp behind you and the feeling that washes over you when seeing the part of Rhysand he kept hidden—the all powerful Lord of Destruction ready to ruin anyone in his way.

Lust.

The man is forgotten, carried away by his friends and briefly you notice Cassian and Mor drifting off into the crowd. Azriel remains close by, a healthy enough distance away for you to feel confident enough to grind down on the thick thigh between your legs.

“You should stop that,” The words rumble against your bare back a half a minute later, hands dripping tight at your hips to still the movements. “Unless you plan on giving them a show.”

A brow raises and your neck craned to look Rhysand in the eye, the smirk pulling on your mouth matching the same one he’d seen every time he stepped foot in this city of violence and deviant morals. “Would that please you, Lord of Darkness?”

Rhysand goes still and for a moment you expect him to deny you, hands bracing yourself to get off and apologize when his grip keeps you in place. You can’t look away when he drags your hips on his thigh the same way you had before, inky pupils devouring violet irises when you let out a breathy moan.

It captures attention and you notice Azriel step a little closer—for further protection or to watch you can’t tell and you don’t care to figure it out when a shudder runs up your spine at the delicious drag hard muscles against your clothed cunt.

Your body burns with want when your High Lord grabs a handful of your ass, forcing you to ride his thigh faster, moans spilling out like summons to the dark creatures that lurked about the Court of Nightmares. “You look so pretty like this,” His voice is gruff, raspy and he’s quick to call upon dark power, a cool sensation spreading over your skin where it touched.

“Fuck,” The curse drags on your tongue, eyes clamping shut when your orgasm washes over you, no longer caring about the eyes that burned holes into your body. No doubt every fae or creature alike could smell the scent of your arousal permeating the air but where embarrassment was supposed be was relief.

The bulge in the High Lords pants is evident, a hand sneaking down to cup it through the expensive fabric. “You think the citizens of the Hewn City want to watch their High Lord fuck his girl?”

The sound of a button popping open, a zipper sliding down and a hand settles around your throat. “Deliciously filthy thing, you are.” The top of your dress falls apart and you’re certain Azriel can see everything when Rhysand fished his cock free. “Let’s find out.”

[divine-donna]

hey, can you make Miguel O'Hara X gender neutral reader? Where reader (Miguel lover) accidentally get teleport or glitch in the spider verse where they (the Spidey's) were in the middle of chasing miles? Thank you! <3

hi anon. i'm happy to write this for you.

i wrote this in the form of headcanons rather than a fic. i'm still recuperating from finishing dragon age: inquisition, the succession finale (even if it was like a week ago), my adrenaline high from the across the spiderverse, and the other things i have written already.

some creative additions i made: this is a spidey! reader. i think it naturally made more sense to have a spidey! reader rather than a civilian. i would have to jump through a lot of hoops for a civilian reader to make sense and my brain does not have the capacity to jump through those hoops right now.

you deserved a well needed rest. after all the work you had been pulling to keep the multiverse safe, it was the least you deserved. especially a nap.

what you didn't expect when you went home was to just fall asleep on the couch.

you had gone out with your friends, finally caught up with them, and changing into some comfortable lounging clothes. you had plans to watch the newest 3 hour long ego project the director called a movie. and naturally because it was 3 hours long and an ego project filled with nothing, you ended up falling asleep.

what you forgot to take off was your multiversal band. you always kept it on in case of emergencies.

you also had a habit of rolling around in your sleep a bit. and you don't have the best luck with technology.

naturally your band malfunctions and you're thrown into the portal and transported back to hq.

ideally you didn't want to be falling through the space. but you were. and that woke you up.

"fuck! fuck! fuck!"

you had no web shooters. why would you? who sleeps with web shooters anyways? (actually there are some spider people that might)

and the worst part is, no one seemed to notice that you were falling. because they were busy doing something else.

when you squinted your eyes, you saw what was happening: every single spider-person that was at hq was chasing after one singular spider-person.

you didn't know who it was but from the looks of it, it looked like a young spider-person. someone who was only a kid.

if only you weren't just free falling-

"(y/n)! what are you doing here!" a familiar voice exclaims.

he caught you in midair, swinging safely to the nearest platform that wasn't stampeding with spider people and other variations of spider totems to set you down.

you took in his appearance. his hair was disheveled and his fangs were poking out. you also noticed his talons were out too and his breathing was heavy.

"i...i was teleported here on accident." you explain. "what is going on?"

"i can't talk right now. go back home! it's supposed to be your day off!" he gives you a small kiss on your cheek and prepares himself to jump off the platform.

"miguel, who is that?"

"miles morales. he disrupted a canon event and now the multiverse is at stake! and we're trying to prevent him from causing another one."

"okay well did you try talking to him?"

"of course!" he exclaims, turning to look at you. "it's the first thing i did. but he doesn't want to listen. now i have to catch him before he disappears!"

he doesn't even wait for you to respond before jumping off. as much as miguel loved you and loved talking to you and cherished your presence, he had to catch up to miles. he had to stop him.

he had to save the multiverse.

you were left with a sinking pit in your stomach. something told you that today was not the day to take off.

but first you needed to find lyla or margo to help with your watch so you can grab your suit and equipment and come back.

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Hey can I request a headcannon of the ancient Heroes reactions and feelings towards a new hero in the neighborhood with the powers and identity of Spider-Man.

Bonus points if you add references towards the villains.

Absolutely??? That is like so cool!!!

Characters: Cacao, Pure Vanilla, HollyBerry, Golden cheese, white lily, and bonus villains at the end >:3

Prompt: Headcanons(platonic)

Cacao:

- Another ally is always welcome in his books.

- he will however request that you try to not fly around on your website in his kingdom, he already has to deal with snow.

- he thinks your skillet is very interesting, he had to hone his skill to be able to anticipate attacks, but for you it’s natural!

- When you come in front the ceiling upside he freaks out a little worried that you might hit your head. He’s still got those fatherly instincts.

- I feel like if you picked him up, he’s kinda just have this face of utter terror. I mean he’s a large guy, and you’re like. A normal cookie, how the hell can you pick him up???

- overall he’s pretty neutral to you, he’s kind sure but he more want to see what you can do in the field!

HollyBerry:

- Holly thinks it’s very cool!

- a new hero to fight against dark enchantress cookie! How wonderful!

- will ask if you can carry her around!

- and then will carry you around.

- you know that one captain America and spider man thing? Where he catches caps shield, yeah that’s totally how you two met.

- Holly is happy to call you a close friend!

- Very grandmotherly towards you! She’ll make you your favorite meal, and tell you tales of when she was out adventuring with her friends, or pitaya dragon cookie!

- calls you “Petite araignée” means little spider in French!

Pure vanilla:

- he worries a lot, you flying around?? What do you get hurt??

- he’ll heal any of your wounds! Be it from a fight or mising a web on a building!

- His kingdom is 100% one of the most fun to swing around in!

- he loves that such a young person can be such an amazing hero! He’s very proud of you!

- even though he’s happy you’re a hero, he will try to keep you away from the front lines! He doesn’t want you to get hurt, or worse, crumble.

- very worried grandpa.

Golden cheese:

- she is more then willing to invite you to her golden kingdom, a young hero to stop any people who disturb the peace? Perfect! Then bring cheese can just focus on the gates.

- would definitely want to try and deck you out with new gear, new web shooter, and gadgets.

- she’d start to count you as one of her treasures! You help protect people along side burnt cheese! How noble!

- will try and add gold to your suit.

- you and her totally swing/fly around together.

- she’d try and teach you mid air tricks! I mean you must be flashy! A good hero can always let people know who they are just by their look!

- basically like Tony and Peter Parker

White lily:

- she wants to know how your body can produce the webs.

- sure some cookies have magic, but most of them learned! Or have a type of soul jam! But you? You got bit by something and then suddenly have powers?? How??

- will ask specimens of your webs.

- white lily is normally a quiet cookie, but when it comes to the science of cookies, be prepared for hundreds, of thousands of questions.

Bonus round!!

Dark enchantress cookie:

- a new cookie to cause issue in her plans?

- when she sees your spiddy sense working she starts trying to find a way to get around it.

- maybe pomegranate can cast something.

- licorice could maybe overwhelm you with licorice beasts?

- No no that won’t work…she’ll find out something. Soon enough.

Shadow milk:

- oh a little spider!

- soon to be caught in his web!

- he will mock you as you fight

- you’ll never be as strong as him!! Why don’t you just give up!

- he’ll try to grab your webs and treat you like a puppet, when you break free he whines saying you’re no fun!!

- run away little spider. Hopefully you don’t get caught up in your own web :)

Hope you like it <3

[sadly-in-active]

Not sure if you're taking requests right now so just ignore this if they're closed

Hey can I request a headcannon of the ancient heroes reactions and feelings towards a new hero in the neighborhood with the powers and identity of Spider-Man. (it doesn't have to be full on Spider-Man it can just be a parody of them if you like)

if you want to, can you add some references towards spidey villains.

I’VE SEEN YOUR REQUEST SOMEWHERE ELSE BEFORE OMG 🤭

Ancient Cookie hcs: Is that a…SPIDER?!

Summary: The Ancient Cookies are seemingly minding their business when the noise of a…spider-cookie thing fighting a bad guy happened? What? Overall it’s just how they’re going to react to this newfound info

TW: None???

Pure Vanilla

He was mildly shocked when he saw someone suddenly shoot a web at some kind of…cyborg octopus kind of thing?

Take mildly and put it as EXTREMELY shocked

Dude felt like he was having a heart attack smh

All he wanted to do was feed the birds

After the incident happened and the evildoer was apprehended by your webs, Pure Vanilla approached with both caution and confusion

Because how tf are you supposed to register that normally

After chatting with you for a little bit and realizing what you did, he hesitantly decided to allow you to keep doing this kind of thing

Of course, the public would know not to be afraid of this web-slinging hero after he assured everyone about how you were actually a good guy

He still gets a bit of a jumpscare whenever he sees you swinging around the kingdom

Golden Cheese Cookie

She was also surprised, but not as much

Besides, if there were robots that looked so much like cookies, why wouldn’t there be someone as some sort of spider helper?

Golden Cheese met you one when you were fighting a particularly tough bad guy, helping you out by using her spears

She often calls you the “Desert Spider”

Or a dusty arachnid for fun

Because you certainly leave some public damage and dust

But the marzipan cookies handle that while you handle any evildoers out there in the kingdom

You can probably trust her with your identity tbh it’s not like she’ll tell anyone

Dark Cacao Cookie

Bro was NOT having this

All he was doing was praying at the Altar of the Fallen

And then he almost had a heart attack at the roar of another snow lion

But then it ended as quickly as it began

He didn’t even know how your webs managed to shut their jaw

Dark Cacao is the kind of guy who’s very suspicious of you but then just lets it happen

Because there’s too much work on the citadel walls and not on the predators within the kingdom’s boundaries

He prefers if you work at night, nicknaming you the “Dark Web”

Hahaha see what I did there 😏

White Lily Cookie

(Btw this is during her time in Beast-Yeast and before the Night of the Witches)

She was just going on a walk with Elder Faerie, but was interrupted at the noise of a strange…black ooze creature with large teeth and white eyes

It was about to attack both of them, but then your web slinging managed to beat the enemy before her or Elder Faerie could even raise their weapons

White Lily was hesitant to chat with you, but she did thank you for saving them.

After a while of this crime-fighting spider cookie deal

She was really accepting of you

And so were the faeries

But some were hesitant after noticing you glance at the Silver Tree from time to time…

Did you know what was inside?

Hollyberry Cookie

She deadass laughed when she saw you

But not even in a rude way Hollyberry was just amazed at how agile you were when saving a group of Hollyberrians from some jungle animals

You and her quickly became friends

Because c’mon. Look at her and tell me she isn’t friend material. Go and lie to me 😞

You could definitely trust her with your identity

She’d probably give you a place to stay in the palace

Hollyberry also asked a lot of questions

Because honestly??? You were like a superhero! (you were)

She’d probably take you to Dragon City a few times, maybe you two would fight some monsters as a team

Most started to call you a Huntsman Spider

But she just called you Berry

[outcast-thingz]

This entire thing is a spiral of me slowly become more and more tired as the 5.0 update stream kept giving me new stuff to put it... anyways enjoy, it's long as hell

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BANNERS

Phase 1: Mulani & Kazuha (5 stars)

Kachina (4 star)

Phase 2: Kinich & Raiden Shogun (5 stars)

Weapon banner: Claymore "Fang of the Mountain King" and Catalyst "Surf's Up" (5 stars)

Kachina (4 star)

- Geo polearm

-**Elemental Skill:** Summons "Turbo Twirly" a drill-like device that can unleash ground slam attacks, can also be summoned as a seperate combat unit to deal geo dmg on its own. Using hold on skill or pressing it again while she's on the device will give her the ability to ride and climb up walls

-**Elemental Burst:** In his words "will create an area similar to a construction site" the Turbo Twirly will get some boosts in that AOE

-**Passive:** Shows regional specialties AND when she interacts with the local specialties she restores stamina to the party

Mulani (5 star)

- Hydro Catalyst

-**Elemental Skill:** using her skill she will mount her "Sharky Surfboard" which can mark and bite enemies. The bites will slowly add up on a meter for a stronger burst. The surfboard state can also help her navigate through special areas

-**Elemental Burst:** launches a "Shark Missile"

-**Passive:** can Show regional specialties interacting with them will restore the party's Phlogiston

Kinich (5 star)

- Dendro Claymore

-**Elemental Skill:** fires a grappling hook that attaches to enemies. When attached he can swing and jump around them while sending attacks to them. At the right moment he can use a powerful move called Scalespiker Cannon" This will also allow him to swing in mid-air to move rapidly can use Phlogiston for extra swing.

-**Elemental Burst:** "Ajaw" his little dragon buddy releases his full power sending out a powerful lazer from his mouth at the enemies

-**Passive:** can show regeional specialties and when interacting with them he can boost the movement speed of the party

EVENTS

- Web Event "Off We Go to the Nation of Pyro" can get 3 of the forgeable weapons through this event

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MISC. & TCG

- Kinich Story quest

- "Nightsoul Blessing" is activated through "Phlogiston Engraving"

- Created an area to test out the new skills and ways the Natlan characters interact with the world

- Fuck you if you wanted to use Pyro immediately when you resonate with the first statue you gotta do story shit if you want that

-New Forgeable weapons

-two new artifacts "Obsidian Codex" and "Scroll of the Hero of Cinder City"

-WE GET A LITTLE GUY THAT JOINS OUR ADVENTURE A LITTLE TEPETLISAURUS

-Using a Tepetlisaurus form can crawl underground and climb really fast using Phlogiston

-*New Boss:* Gluttonous Yumkasaur Moutain King. Looks like there will be a tool mechanic that allows you to drop food and distract the boss so you can attack. Honestly kind of an adorable boss

-*New Boss"* Goldflame Quecusaur Tyrant ah yes because why wouldn't it look like a Wyvern, he does change to a smaller form to do a flying attack where he launches missiles? quills? i dunno but they look like they hurt

-*Reputation System for Natlan* So in each tribe you'll visit their "Obsidian Totem Pole" this will allow you to access and unlock "Trible Chronicles" which will include each Tribe's legends, local customs, as well as, the Natlan Characters' story quests, and some world quests

-Timed challenges will be using the Saurian Spirits to collect as many coins as we can

-login event which will cumulatively give you 10 fates

-In-game mail will give 1,600 primos, 1 sanctifying Elixer, 2 Fragile Resin, Firstborn Firesprite (pet gadget?), Kaboom Box

-Finishing the main storyline for 5.0 will get you an additional 500 Primos from the interface, which seems like it'll be a reoccurring bonus for 5.0, 5.1, and 5.3 BUT it may that rewards also include materials to get certain characters (natlan characters) up to ascension phases 2 and 3, fuckin wild

-There's a new "Quick Start" Feature for archon quests, but you need to have the Liyue archon quests done and be AR28

-10 intertwined fates as an extra reward for the "Stellar Reunion"

-A "found in the wild" option will be available for the regional specialties in your inventory to show on your map where they are and how many are in that spot to collect (THANK YOU)

-The drop rate for certain monster material will be increased (as they should be for things like Kageuchi)

-World lvl 9 exists now woop woop thus we will have bigger dropped materials from open world and rewards form bosses

-SALVAGING ARTIFACTS CAN NOW TURN THEM INTO ARTIFACT EXP MATERIAL

-Tired of not getting the artifacts that you want? "Sanctifying Elixir" is here to solve your problems. With this bad boi you can exchange it for artifacts with specific main affix and 2 minor affixes. You may be asking yourself how you get them, well worry not dears fo r you can get them after extracting a certain number of upgraded artifacts, exploring Natlan, and/or unlocking Gnostic Hymn and reaching specific lvl

-Battle Pass is being adjusted so you can choose 3 of four types of materials as rewards. Oop and wouldn't you know it, you can change the talent material you earn from it to be any nation's talent lvl up material

-Hey don't worry about trying to finish finding all the Anemoculos and Geoculous in order to get your stamina, you can now boost your stamina limit by offering to any of the statues.

-I honestly have no idea if I read this right but between the natlan statues, the shrines, and the reward thingy that Natlan will have that is similar to the fountain of Lucine in Fontain, it should all add up to a 10 pull of wishes

-Imagine with me if you will for a second. You're on the character banner and your 50/50 arrives, scary as always, but then you see it "Capturing Radiance" it doesn't matter if you're clicking through your 10 wishes and Qiqi shows up as the second thing you got because you now know that you have for sure pulled the promotional 5-star. A chance encounter but encounter it you did

-FINALLY FINALLY that 50/50 gotta lose it twice to get the weapon BS is OVER. It's like the character banners where you lose your 50/50 then garunteed that next 5 star

-Every anniversary you will unlock a wish system to get any 5 star from "wanderlust Invocation" for Free. For freeeeee? yes for freeeeee.

-*Imaginarium Theatre news* will now offer strategies based off the current season's three-element reaction system. They're trying to make it a little less troublesome for players but still leaving room for challenge by adding a visionary mode.

- looks like we get new character, monster, and action cards for TCG

-a collaboration between Genshin and Logitech (merch may be a thing that's also being release with that??)

-I actually took time to listen to the music section. The Natlan symphony? glorious, I need to listen to these more often. please if you go watch any of this stream watch that part, 10/10 would reccomend

-That was.. a lot but hearing Zach saying to prove that he voice's Aether to people that he just screams windblade at people makes up for all of it.

[multiicolor]

@rathalascendant ♥'d.

the sun was hiding her face, covered by black clouds that were rolling in with the howling wind. flashes of light lit up the skies over the sea, the waves roiling and crashing like the tails of dragons in battle. the seawing was pelted by the rain, her wings heavy with water and her vision blurred by the storm.

tsunami again, for the millionth time, questioned why she was even doing this- braving a storm in the middle of the sea for a creature she THOUGHT was a scavenger. it was small enough to be missed, and for no one to care about. but apparently she did, for some reason ... maybe her curiosity was too strong to resist, or she really was just dumb enough to do something like this.

green eyes scanned the dark waves below her, searching for just a glimpse of that weird blue fur, or the shine of red of ... something it was riding on. perhaps that was it, she needed to know what the hell a scavenger was riding. well, she had an idea- but it was too weird to imagine. so she needed to confirm it. and that would depend on if the thing drowned already or not.

she was about to just dive down to search for them there, but another lighting flash brought her attention to what she was searching for- red and blue, swinging wildly on the waves and struggling to stay afloat. without a moments hesitation, she dove right for them- gleaming talons outstretched as she snatched it from the waters, along with .. something else. she didn't have time to check, not when the storm was starting to pick up even more. she struggled to stay in one place, the wind painfully pushing against the webs of her wings. she gritted her teeth, trying to turn back the way she came- but the storm wouldn't let her.

so instead of fighting for once, she let the wind guide her. wings were outstretched to glide upon the fast current of wind, and she hoped that it would bring her out. tsunami silently hoped they weren't getting too crushed in her talons ... cause this was gonna be a long ride.

[lara-legomonkiekid]

EP.4 Noodles or Death

{Third part}

(The Spider Queen begins to make her meal.)

Tang: Don't worry, Pigsy. I'm sure the kid will be here to rescue us any minute.

Spider Queen: (Laughs.) Ain't no one gonna rescue you, sweet thing.

Tang: Shows what you know. Our friend, the Monkie Kid, is probably already on his way.

Spider Queen: The Monkie Kid? (Laughs.) Why would he come and help you?

Tang: Well, I'm kind of like a father figure. (Pigsy rolls his eyes.) (Laughs.) I think you better let us go. Before he comes and, uh, squishes you with Monkey King's legendary staff!

Spider Queen: Hmm. Interesting. 'Fraid dinner would have to wait. We gotta get this place ready for company. (Laughs.) (She leaves.)

Tang: Don't worry, Pigsy. MK is far too smart to fall into one of her traps.

(Tang notices that Pigsy is very worried but ends up becoming quiet when he hears something coming from the wall near them).

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(With the others, MK was trying to get out of the speedboat.)

Mei: Maybe you should've saved your boat for an adventure with more water.

Sandy: Yeah, I, uh, just got excited.

MK: (Screams.) Spider Demon!

(The baby spider on MK's hair laughs. Mei blows the spider off of MK.)

Mei: MK, it's just a little baby spider. Come on, let's go find Piggy and Lara.

Sandy: And Tang.

MK: Ok, I'll use my super sight of truth to find our friends in this palace of nightmares. (He uses his Golden Eyes of Truth)

Sandy: What do you see, MK?

MK: (He sees some spiders.) Ew! Ew! This place is full of webs and horror! We're never gonna get though all this!

Mei: (She puts her hand on MK's shoulder) Ahem, if you'll allow me. (She grabs her sword, and blasts a hole in a wall to let the others get through.)

Sandy: (He sees Pigsy and Tang) Pigsy! Tangy!

(Mei, Sandy, and Mo get taken away by webs.)

Mei: MK!

MK: Mei! (The Dragon Blade drops in front of him. He begins to quiver until he turns around, seeing the Spider Queen)

Spider Queen: Don't tell me you're scared of spiders?

Pigsy: (He spits out the spider web from his mouth.) Kid, run! (MK runs while the Spider Queen chases him. Pigsy sees the Dragon Blade on the ground) I'm sorry, Tang. I got this into this mess. We're gonna meet to work together to get out of it.

Tang: Mm-hm. (He and Pigsy swing themselves off the web and land on the Dragon Blade, cutting the cocoon and freeing themselves.)

Narrator: Operation: MK From the Nightmare Hole.

[First]-[Next]

[ben-talks-art]

Why I like Spider-Man

"The noblest prey ends the hunt in silent dignity."

"Prey? Silent? Dignity? You don't know me at all."

Spider-Man for me is a very nostalgic character. I watched many of his shows such as Spidey and his amazing friends, the 90's one with the Mary Jane water clone, the ugly-looking one where he is on a planet with animal people with Venom and Carnage, that really dark and depressing one made in CGI where he is hypnotized to push a girl out of a building, and of course, The Spectacular Spider-Man version, which is by far my favorite.

I also tried the ones made by Disney but... Those felt less like Spider-Man shows and more like shows that happened to have Spider-Man in it so they didn't left a huge impact on me.

Then there were the games... The many... Many, so many games...

The Ps1 ones where he fights Electro and a mix of Carnage and Dock. Ock, the Ps2 ones that were based on the movies, the Ultimate one where you play as Venom, and the Friend or Foe where you move like a freaking slug to go from one place to another and had the first trailer for the Spectacular show.

Finally, there were the movies with Tobey, Andrew, and Tom, where each tried to give their own take on what makes Spidey who he is.

There were also tons of comics but... I wasn't really a comics person when I was a kid. It wasn't until later that I would try the Ultimate comics, which I did enjoy.

So yeah, I consumed a lot of Spider-Man content over the years. There is just something about this idea that really grabs me.

First of all, I love the theme of a spider hero, not because I like spiders, but because I just find it so out-of-the-box. He swings through the buildings with webs like Tarzan, he can stick to surfaces, he has an ability that allows him to predict incoming danger, and he is always moving as if gravity was a joke to him.

Spider-Man's powers are just so freaking cool and imaginative!

Aside from that, Spidey was the first time I saw a hero making use of humor in the middle of action. Nowadays joking around in the middle of a fight is everywhere, it's kinda why people love things like "Dragon Ball Z abridged" so much, but back then this was more of a Spidey thing.

To this day I still find web swing to be the coolest form of movement for any character ever. Most heroes usually just fly or use super-speed, but the use of webs is visually much more engaging because of the way it uses momentum to progress. The only thing that would come close to being this cool is Diamondhead's surfing through a city by making diamond ramps on buildings.

It added charm and personality to the moment while also playing around with the thrill and excitement of seeing your hero getting nearly slashed in half just for him to make a joke to alleviate the tension, almost as if he was telling us "Don't worry guys, I got this!" so we can just relax and enjoy the show.

It also taught me that sometimes you need to be able to just embrace the ridiculousness of a situation and not take everything so seriously.

But the final element that I love about Spider-Man, and probably the most important, is that the dude never gives up.

You have no idea how happy I was when I went to see Spider-Verse and the first few lines of the movie included "I get hit a lot, but I always get up in the end!"

This was all I needed to know that this was going to be a version of Spider-Man that I was going to love, because they understood what I liked the most about him.

Struggle is a part of life, and Spidey teaches us that just because sometimes we take a loss (or several) doesn't mean we should stop trying or that we should abandon our values, because in the end there is always something worth fighting for, something worth keeping going.

So basically, to me, what makes a good Spider-Man is one that looks cool in action, that has a good sense of humor, and that shows the value of persisting even in the face of challenge.

My favorite version, like I said, is probably Spectacular Spider-Man voiced by Josh Keaton, but I also really like the version with Andrew Garfield (movie quality aside) as they both just kill it with the jokes and the movement. I love how creative they get with web-based action when doing their fight scenes, you get a real sense of how agile the character is in these incarnations.

But I have to say that Spider-Verse with Miles probably best captures the core theme of not giving up better than all the others with "Leap of Faith" being one of my favorite movie scenes ever, right alongside "Aggie fights."

I'm still waiting for the perfect ideal Spider-Man that will capture everything I love about him at the same time, but until then, I'm more than happy with all the versions we got so far.

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[fenwaybelle]

A Great Standard Broke by Fenway Belle

“Upon the foremost ship a great standard broke, and the wind displayed it as she turned towards the Harlond.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

​Mildew fills my nose as soon as the basement door swings open. Dust motes illuminated by stray stripes of sunlight swim through the dark. The old flashlight in my hand wheezes to life, spewing weak yellow light from it’s tired eye. I whack the palm of my hand against it once, twice attempting to summon more from the 10 year old bulb. Back in the house of my childhood, resigned to the near-darkness I embark.

​Using both hands I wield the light as a mighty blade swatting at spider webs that may or may not exist. The dim beam shapes into a short sword engraved with elven words. The sword that went missing anywhere between ten and fifteen years ago. Out loud I say, “Sting is my name, I am the Spider’s Bane,” when I suddenly walk into a wall. So much for lighting the way.

​Suddenly, something vile, cold, slinky caresses the nape of my neck and with a blood curdling scream I whip around to attack the beast. The tendril swats at me wildly, I parry with my flashlight but the creature’s arm wraps around my wrist. Keep your head, young halfling, my father’s voice, like warm honey and milk, chimes in my head. A reverie takes hold: dry pages hissing against his finger as he traces the words, just for show since we’ve nearly memorized the whole book. My nose tucked in the center crease as if I could absorb it by smell. My father’s glasses nearly falling off the end of his aquiline nose.

​I snap back into reality and yank my arm away to escape. With a crunch and a click a bulb from the ceiling flickers to life. The arm around my wrist: just a long metal beaded pull string connected to the base of the light. So much bravery for so little fight, I think. I wonder if my father would have liked that line, I think again. I remember him wearing my mother’s scarf around his chin as a long beard and jumping around the living room on an imaginary horse yelling “For Gondor!” as he swings around the plastic blade he bought at the Toys R Us in New York before it shut down. Yeah. He would have definitely liked my line.

​Around the basement I am finally able to see the dusty metal shelves. The dragon’s lair I’ve been avoiding for the past five years. Dingy and unceremonious it imprisons dozens of boxes; old family mementos and toys nearly unrecognizable with damage and mold. I wonder if this is why my mother decided not to get a sump pump already. She gets to turn the past into trash without the guilt of actually throwing anything out. My eyes scan the shelves. Then, I finally see it. A lumpy box with “Kitchen Utensils” crossed out and “Garry Things” written underneath it.

​My fingers sink into the bloated cardboard as I draw it out of the shelf. This brown pile of mess can’t possibly be his belongings. I pull out an item, a warped and barely legible copy of The Return of the King. I flip through the pages, once vivid with illustrations, alive with language, and adorned with elven laurels along the corners, is just a rotten corpse.

​“How’s it going down there?” My mother calls from the top of the basement stairs.

​“Well,” I drop the book on the ground with a loud slam, “It’s all ruined.”

​“Oh shoot I forgot the basement flooded again this year.” She exclaims. “I’m sorry, hon, I knew you wanted his stuff.”

​I parse through his things, unrecognizable copies of The Lord of The Rings, t-shirts with holes, and a pair of purple sneakers he wore to my college graduation because he thought they were “smart”. I tip the box over with the toe of my shoe, it slumps and splats out onto the floor in a heap. Something hard clatters against the floor.

​Like a plastic excalibur in a musty stone, a sword juts out. The one and only Toys R Us Sting sword. The silver paint is rubbed off along the tip of the sword, a consequence of many years of play stabbing and battling across couch cushions and islands of ottomans. Revealed beneath the silver is a brilliant cerulean; in it’s hey day the sword glowed blue and made a very fierce and not-at-all-lame slashing sound with the push of a button so it’s user could feel like they were in Middle Earth ready to fight goblins. It feels like destiny. The blade that became a sapphire. The elvish lettering along the side is long gone but I still know what it says by heart. Despite the gunk, I hold it tight against my chest.

​

​I’m 8 years old, tucked into the crook of my father’s arm while he reads aloud. His voice booms with theatricality and his long nose hairs whistle and wave with his large breaths. The pages until the end of the very last book wane. My stomach tightens with preemptive grief. “A great standard broke,” he says.

​I look up at him “What does that mean?”

​“Ahhhh!” He gives me a knowing look, “You are discovering the malleability of language!” He adjusts his glasses. “Back in the day they would call a flag a standard, especially in war, which our friends in Middle Earth have just gone through. Yes? And another word for unfurl could be…?”

​I shrug.

​“Why ‘broke’ of course! So what does ‘a great standard broke’ mean?”

​“Um…” I ponder, “The great flag unfurled?”

​“Exactly! See, all it takes is a moment’s consideration and a bit of linguistic imagination and we’ve unlocked a new way to use language.”

​I blink at him blankly. “I need you to read every book to me because I don’t get it.”

​“Don’t worry, you’ll learn.”

​My mother comes clomping down the stairs in her “house crocs” with her phone held high as a flashlight. I’m 24 again. “Ya know, he wasn’t much of a ‘stuff’ guy,” She flicks a piece of hair out of her face frantically, panting, “His head was always in the clouds so, ya know.” She watches me holding the toy sword. “Is anything salvageable?”

​I nod.

[werspinna]

Your Muses Inventory ! Inventory: In a roleplaying game, inventory refers to the collection of items your character is currently carrying  !

Rules: List the things your Muse carries in their pockets or bags in their every day life. Repost, don’t Reblog ! Optional: Explain their significance. Original @treasurechestrpmemes​ !  

Tagged By: Walter von der Vogelweide ! Tagging: @novaragno @spinxeret @iobartach @goblinfire @the-rogue-dragon @h-osborn @hyenashub !

Wolf carries her day-to-day belongings in two leatherbeltbags that she always has with her even when changing into her spiderman costume. As a laysister Wolf lives in a convent, so she does not even has keys for a home with her. Considering when she goes out at night she just swings herself over the cloisterwall or out of windows, keys would be in general very useless.

Webshooters made of leather and ceramic When Hasna and Wolf tested her new abilities, they figured a spider needed webs. Accordingly they used an old chemical formula Hasna had experimented with and created the webfluid put into ceramic cartridges, cooked in water to create a vacuum. The webshooters are not made of metal or plastic - for obvious reasons- and usually Wolf has to repair and replace the different pieces once every two months, because the ceramic pieces break. Its one of the reasons why she still carries the danish ax with her, although not having the reach of the webstrings, it still helps her climb buildings when the webshooters are destroyed.

Ceramic Cartridges with webfluid Whats it says on the bin. Wolf carries them in one of her beltbags. One of the reasons why Wolf choosed to work as a laysister- beside the fact that she had no money or property to do anything else beside beeing a day-labourer which would still put her in danger of homelessness- is that the convent has rooms, materials and tools she can use for her work and research. After all the nuns are scholars on their own.

Small Leatherpuch with strains of Human Hair worn on a necklace Wolf had been carrying that small pouch around her neck since she had been fourteen years old. Around May of 1212 when Nikolaus Crusade reached the alp the crusade was suppose to cross to reach Genua. Obviously crossing the alps without any food supplies or let alone proper attire ended up in a catastrophe and many of the children either left or died. At this time Wolf had already been traveling with a certaine group of young teenagers with whom she had become friends and for which she had started months ago to steal from and rob people for food for them. The children, very much by now confronted with their own mortality ended up all making such a small pouch with strain of hair of each so in the case they would not survive crossing the alps, a part of them would travel along with their friends.It was also this group of children who brought Wolf into the italian cloister when Wolf fell ill with the pox. Wolf has no idea what had happned with her friends as she was at that time too sick or not able to register what was happening around herself. Years later (1228, Wolf is 30) when Wolf joins Friedrich II  as a Medicus and  the peace of Jaffa is set, she leaves the small pouch in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

Piece of Walnut-Halva or Hardcheese wrapped in a cloth Wolf has the habit of binge- eating or hamstering food, when she notices that she has no food near. Which is a complete normal and suprisingly mild reaction considering she had been through months of starvation during the Peregrinatio Puerorum. Accordingly, as she had lived with those sympthomes already for over ten years, Wolf usually has a bar of walnut-Halva or hardcheese wrapped in a  cloth in her beltbag which she eats of during the day, so she always has the security to have food with her and therefor feels safe.

Ceramicflask with lavenderoil As Wolf had lived years with a Medicus afflicted with leprosy, Wolf had picked up certaine habits. Whenever she goes out of a house or into a new house she washes her hands ( and her feet,  because Hansa ain´t  raised a barbarian) with a few drops of lavenderoil. Lavenderoil is obviously antibacterial, antifungal, antiseptic and antiphlogistic and had been used since the antike for cleaning, specifically cleaning injuries. 

Small bag with Firestriker, Amadou, Flintstone Normal fire-making tools.

Knife, a horn-spoon with a pointed end + ceramicmug with hande hanging on her belt There are no forks in Wolfs time. While she uses the knife for other things (cutting herbs, defending herself, woodcarving), its just in her times normal day-to-day habitus to have the own eating-utensils with her.

Linenepouch with Dried pennyroyal for tea + small Salvadora persica branches Salvadora persica is the toothbrush tree and the branches are used for mouthhygiene. Due to the change in Wolfs skull- after all she had grown six more eyes- she is prone to migraine attacks. Pennyroyal broiled into a tea is good remedy against migraines, so for Wolf it is a important medicine to always carry with her. On a complete sidenote- Pennyroyal is also a contraceptive in the manner while it does not stop concieving, it is a toxin that causes bleeding and contractions that work abortive. It is a obviously a higher dosis of the toxin than used for seasoning and even higher than what Wolf uses for her migraines. Just if anyone is wondering about Wolfs lovelife.

[tamrielarchive]

Despite an attempt at caution, the noise of the large door alerts a group of bandits inside. Mehri is forced to quickly ready herself. Dodging arrows and slipping under the swing of an axe she cuts down a burly nord that charges her. Ducking behind a large pillar in the center of the room she's able to take cover. The archer slowly creeps around, attempting to get a good shot on Mehri. Unfortunately for them, they had not noticed that she had already snuck around by the time she skewered the bandit through the back.

The cold air of the antechamber stings the cuts on Mehri's face. Trudging further in the atmosphere becomes musty and thick with dust. Fires tended to by the bandits warm the gnarled ruins and melt the snow from Mehri's clothes.

Down the halls she wanders, totems of dragons scattered about make her feel strangely comfortable in this place. However that comfort doesn't linger.

As she approaches a doorway the sounds of a man struggling with something echo from within. Perched atop stairs overlooking the doorway she watches as a bandit walks within view. The man grumbles to himself and curses the ruins beneath his breath. He approaches a lever in the center of the room. With a great deal of effort he yanks the lever from its off position. A strange mechanism churns in the room and Mehri watches as the man is pelted by a cloud of small darts. The bandit instantly collapses and ceases moving.

After a few minutes of hesitation Mehri creeps up to the body of the bandit. Inside she is met with a strange sight. Symbols of animals loom above her and strange pillars rest to her left in recesses within the wall. With a little bit of critical thinking it doesn't take long for her to piece together the room is a giant puzzle.

While hesitant to attempt anything Mehri is confident she can solve a simple puzzle. She sits down to rest and slowly takes in her surroundings. With a locked door barring her way frustration slowly begins to mount. However, just as Mehri begins to pout something catches her eye. A fallen part from the wall above rests on the floor. Connecting the dots, she wonders why anyone would even make a lock if the code to open it looms right over head.

She matches the symbols on the pillars to the key but hesitates to flip the level. She sits for a moment staring at the combination. Nonetheless, it doesn't take long for her hesitation to be overpowered by restlessness. Yanking the level the door forward flips open and all her anxiety melts away.

Enthusiastically heading deeper into the barrow her zeal is met with an icy sight. Slowly the halls begin to grow thick with cobwebs and skittering noises briefly interject the cold whistling of the mountain's breath. Eventually the webs begin to stretch from floor to ceiling. Deeper within the barrow Mehri hears screams of panic and a call for help.

Charging ahead the stoney floors are thick with web and blood. Slashing her way through webs eventually her charge is halted. A door before her cloaked in sturdy webbing blocks her path. Mehri doesn't stay put for long. Slashing at the barrier she makes her way towards the source of the screaming.

Inside a dunmer man hangs trapped within a doorway to the far side of the room. He yells at her to get back as she begins to approach. Confused by the mans words she is even more startled with a massive spider drops from the ceiling in front of her. With impunity it begins lobbing globs of thick venom towards Mehri. She ducks away into the door she came from to take cover. Nocking an arrow she fires back before ducking back away. The two continue sending potshots across the room until Mehri manages a shot into one of the eyes of the creature. When she hears the screeches of pain from the spider she takes it as her chances and charges into the room. She slides her sword clean into the monster's head and with a thud it collapses to the floor.

With the spider dead she turns her attention to the man in front of her. Without any pleasantries she immediately asks where the claw is. The bandit is stunned at her cold demeanor but introduces himself as Arvel. He admits he is in possession of the claw and offers it to Mehri if she would cut him down. Ever hesitant to trust a bandit she demands an explanation first.

Arvel begins to adamantly protest, however Mehri simply sits down and begins draining the spider of its venom. Eventually, Arvel relents and explains the claw is a key to a treasure further within the dungeon. At the mention of treasure Mehri immediately perks up. She thanks him for the advice and begins to cut him down. However as soon as he is free and the doorway is clear Arvel darts into the depths of the barrow.

Mehri is only able to barely keep up with him and the dim light of the ruins give Arvel ample opportunity to escape. Encumbered by her equipment and with the smell of death growing stronger in the air Mehri sits down and rests for what she can only assume to be the night. Eventually she briefly drifts off to sleep.

When she awakes everything is much the same as she left it. Spotting crypts ahead she readies herself for the horrors of the undead.

Its not very long before the corpses around her begin to stir. From all sides rotten husks amble at her wailing in an unfamiliar tongue. However the binds that hold these bones together are not as strong as they used to be. With a few frantic swings Mehri manages to return them to their natural state. Not too much further into the tomb does she find the mangled body of Arvel. Being much less protected than Mehri left him vunerable to the swarming draugr. Picking through his pockets she takes the claw into her possession.

Intent on getting her worths out of delving into the tomb she marches forward eager for the promise of ancient treasure. As she descends further the undead grow more restless and sturdy. Nevertheless, with blood sweat and reckless abandon they are cut down all the same. With each rotting body that finds its way onto her sword her disdain for them only grows. The smell of fermenting flesh and curdling blood assaults her senses. Eventually after far too much hacking and slashing Mehri comes face to face with an odd sight. A tight corridor as her only way forward. Within the passage great blades swing from side to side. The hypnotic rythm of the axes tempt Mehri with promise of what she came to this land for on the other side. After taking in the pattern of the blades she charges through, not stopping for a second. Death teasing her from behind she manages to bolt through to the other side of the hallway.

Her heart pounds with the force of a raging ogre as she basks in the imbecilic thrill of her actions. Keeping this momentum she trudges forward.

Grand halls filled with coffins turn to twisting corridors. The smell of oil wafts down the halls. Although most of the bodies remain decayed, a few stir from their resting place. With quick thinking and a well placed arrow Mehri has little trouble in dealing with them. Shooting a hanging lantern the pot ignites the floors beneath the draugr, dousing them in flames.

It takes a while for the flames to diminish but once the oil burns away Mehri navigates through the ashes of her foes. The hallways twist and turn and begin to resemble a maze. Before Mehri manages to lose herself she makes out the sound of water and begins to track its source.

Finding the source Mehri is quite pleased to find an underground waterfall. However she is quite displeased to find her way forward blocked. With the only course of action being to follow the stream before her she reluctantly takes off her socks and presses onward.

The small stream winds its way through a narrow tunnel. The water chills her feet as she ducks through suffocating rocks. Being barely able to make out her way forward the sight of glowing mushrooms and a vast cavern stun her as she steps from fissure. The musty warmth of the tomb is yet again replaced with a chilly air.

Mehri takes some time to pick some mushrooms and admire the environment. The cavern water is clear and refreshing. conflicting with the skeletons and corpses scattered throughout. Her peace is briefly interrupted when a draugr charges from within a dark corner of the cavern. Although a startling encounter, Mehri takes this as a sign she's heading in the right direction.

Soon enough the caves meet back up with the barrow yet again. Although void of any undead the air lingers with the smell of old bones and dust. Eventually Mehri is confronted with a large door. Although unlocked a stirring comes from within. Spotting the icon of what she can only imagine is a dragon, she gives a small prayer to Akatosh for good fortune.

[owl-deer]

So, since Twitter is dying a slow and painful death (or at least going through something chronic from which it will never recover), I decided to move my non-native English maybe-poetry here, because why not. Nobody reads it anyway and I learned long ago that if I worry whether people read me I'll never write, just hoard it in my brain like some word dragon.

So, let's go.

1.

(2017)

When December is over we'll start again from the very very beginning. The world is spinning, shaking and we dance.

Come here, hold my hand again - you know this waltz. Three steps for promises, that slip off my tongue like fishes, one swing for your little kiss that fills me with an ocean of hope. We're dancing, the world is spinning, shaking, crumbling under our feet.

We hear nothing but music and the rhythmic sound of our steps.

December is over, New Year's coming, and the snow, white and cleansing, falls, covering all the cracks and gently melts in your hands.

2.

(2017)

Silence is magic that fills the air with a thin web of unspoken words

The curse of struggling with the screaming world

The void between you, extending your hand, and me, small and trembling, not strong enough to hold it.

3.

(2018)

You have a dream

I listen while hiding between your heartbeats, how you toss on the sheets: your soft exhale mingles with roaring waves of your ocean.

You have a dream.

With the first sunlight reflected in your eyes, still half-blind and drowsy, it flows away leaving only a subtle shadow of something beautiful.

But sometimes you wake up, limp and fuzzy, and then you are dragged back into the depths where you tremble, you struggle to breathe. And the walls seem to slowly crumble, and the light from an open window seems to be painfully bright.

And it lasts for hours.

I always hear it.

Thousands of miles away I lay down as if to fit into your body and whisper soundlessly the lullaby of the full Moon casting her light upon your raging ocean, hushing the storm.

And you have a dream again.

4.

I have been carving our story On the walls On your fair skin On my shaky hands I wake up, slowly And the morning Is sweaty, salty So lonely And there is nothing else left To say

I know, it's been too long So I am sorry For still feeling That way

5.

you know this feeling of being busy making myself useful waiting so painfully waiting to that light tic-tac-toc and the low chime of a century-old clock the call for seven

seven hours without a word from you seven wasted chances to hold your hand seven kisses that failed to happen more than seven months ago

I'm waiting for that telltale sign to end my workday to send you a text to imagine your soft smile (the ghost of a dimple that I so desperately want to taste is always present) 'hey there' I'm typing 'it's been a while'

and seven hours and thousands of kilometers turn into seven soft kisses captured in seven words

6.

it's nothing new I'm walking down the avenue of love I'm watching the landscapes of my everchanging feelings like an erratic line of a heartbeat in the ER

No nurse will come as it peaks and a high-pitched sound screams in my ears as my breath hitches and, with hands, trembling with fear, I hand out all this bloody mess of my feelings to you, my lovely to you, my dawn and my dusk

to you, the one I think of when the coastal city sheds the warmth of the sun and dresses up in blurry lights of the night

7.

Missing you is like breathing under the water The lump in my throat The heaviness in my chest — all of it has your name all of it is filling my empty body Until the glass breaks Until the water is rushing forward, crushing my ribcage, overflowing my eyes, my voice.

My words are sobbing for you. But I am silent, silenced, muted, like a boring, forgotten movie. But I am blank, grey, buried under the water.

I have so much to say, but words fail to form, fail to become a sound,

a call, reaching out to you.

8.

it's not love I'm not allowed to name this thing you and me share

we share thoughts lightest of touches giggles late night confessions

we share worries scars scratches torn paper clawed truth

I stand there, naked born anew I open my soul, shredding skin and bones away I open gates to my core and wait

And, like a miracle you go through

9.

Imagine poetry as a word unwritten incomprehensible repeated by thousands of lips over and over

The feeling composed into a thought composed into a poem hovers in my clouded mind

Imagine poetry as an unkind God he unforgivingly strips me from layers of armored past reveals the truth

Imagine poetry as you silent, standing In the eye of the storm, trembling, but strong -

so beautiful

My eyes close and there is nothing but cool air of your content sigh

Imagine poetry as love

10.

It always comes back.

At first - Slow, Like a ripple On the surface Of the quiet lake At dawn. It's gentle, Peaceful And, oh, so beautiful.

But you know better. You saw typhoons Started by those. You faced Tsunamis.

You know better and yet: Mesmerized, you take a stone, Flat and polished from the days You were drowning in salty water. You throw it, curious, (As if it's going to be different As if you'd find something new) And water Is rippling And rippling And rippling back

With a wave, caressing your toes.

With a wave, hitting you in the stomach Flowing into your eyes

You can't breathe Your lungs, filled with questions, Struggle to find air. Your legs, heavy with failures, Wobble, Buckle, Break.

The waves (Raging, Heartless, And, oh, so beautiful) Throw you into the coast Into the sandy soil, Leave you, like a jellyfish, To melt under the sun.

The soft whisper Of the ocean Takes you back To the days You hated its calmness Wishing It promised The storm.

Gonna post the rest tomorrow since there's a lot left and I don't want to make a monster post.

[sukunasxsub]

Era of the Dragon king

Chapter Two: Dragon Era, New lives.

You groan as you feel your head spinning. You squint your eyes open and you notice you’re covered dirt and raggedy clothes. You look over and see other woman dressed like you. You sigh and sit up from a hay straw bed and you swing you legs over the bed. Someone burst into this stone room that looks like a basement or yet a dungeon.

         “The Prince is requesting service for the princess coming to the kingdom! We must hurry! (Y/N) lets go he especially wants to see you!” you stand up straight. Are you some sort of maid/peasant? Who is this Prince? you follow the rest of the maids and as you walk towards a room that the maids are whispering about called ‘the throne room’ you see soldiers that look so familiar. There were three soldiers, two men and one woman. Two of them men on the left side of the hall stared at you in confusion. One had spiky red hair and deep color red eyes. The other had black mullet like hair and dark brown eyes like chocolate. You turn to look at the girl soldier, as if you knew her your entire life she smiles and waves. You wave shyly back. Her hair medium length curly hair, color of bubble gum; her skin just as pink, and her eyes almost out of this world, pupil is the color of yellow like bright colored yellow stars and black outing. She suddenly looks down at the ground with a furrowed expression as if she didn’t know why she waved to you.

         The doors open widely as all of you enter through the double doors. The prince in one of the throne chairs sitting there waiting for you maids. Ash blonde hair spiked but looked soft and silky blew around softly with a breeze in the throne room. His Deep crimson eyes that only lay on you as you enter the room; his expression waits as he has one leg over the arm of his chair, and his head resting in his palm as his arm is lying against the other arm. He has a smug look on his face. For some reason my heart starts to beat really fast. I feel anxious and sweaty.

         “My my if it isn’t the maids of my kingdom and the one who isn’t afraid of anything it seems.” The prince says fiercely

         You look at him confused and have no clue what he is talking about. An unknown memory relays in your head.

         “the prince would like to speak to you, Ms (y/n).” one of your superior maids states and walks away to finish her duties.

You walk to where the prince is and see him staring out the courtyard window, breeze flowing through the window that is open.

“You wanted to see me, your majesty?” you toward him strongly and unafraid of what the prince may need. Sometimes he just needs a little bit of company and you two have been talking for a year now. You have always been his servant though since your parents were soldiers and maids in his Queen’s kingdom. He has only been recently been talking to you out of either boredom or just really needing some company but you really didn’t know the true reason.

He walks closer to you with his boots with fur and his cape flows behind him as he steps closer and closer towards you. He got so close your noses almost touched.

         “Your majesty, my face is dirty; a royal should never touch a peasant.” You state not moving a muscle.

His smirk turns into a grin. “I hear that you out of my soldiers stood up against a bandit and fried him up all by yourself. Is that true?” he tilts his head insistently for you to answer him.

         You narrow your eyes at him and think of the time a bandit tried to kidnap eight children and a few young women. Your ears had heard the children crying and women screaming about half a mile from the kingdom and you ran towards them. You used a power you discovered when you were 4 years of age. Webs that came out of your wrist and purple flames ignited the man who was entangled in your webs and he fried to death.

A smirk rose from your lips as you remember you hero deed for the month.

         “Yes, my prince that is very true. I saved eight children, and a few young women from a man who tried to sell the kids and women for gold pieces. As far as I knew you would never allow that in your kingdom, my prince.” You stare into his crimson eyes that start to turn a dark blood color. His eyebrows furring downward into an irritated expression; he looks angry and you couldn’t tell if he was angry with you or what is happening in his kingdom.

         “You rise above me and make the decision to put yourself in danger when you have a king who is very much stronger than his peasant maid!” he states as a statement and not a question.

         “No your majesty, I needed to save those children!” your voice accidently rose above his stern tone.

         “That is not the point (Y/N) you should have came to me as your prince of this kingdom, as your Queen and King are not here! I am in charge of this kingdom unless you are my Queen you have no say in what goes on in my kingdom and you have no decision to decide who dies or who lives under my rule.” he is practically yelling at you. Your head is spinning feeling as if you have heard someone say something similar to you in a same sense almost like déjà vu.

“My prince, are you stating that I should not care for your people as you do?” You ask in frustration. Defying all odds against the prince; he is giving you an order and you are defying him by talking back.

For some reason he doesn’t not snap at the fact you are talking back to him.

         “No you should care but if you had gotten killed or hurt severely that would have been blood on my hands because I couldn’t protect you as your royal prince of this kingdom, as you are a royal’s maid under the kingdom’s castle. Do you understand what I am saying to you as your soon to be king?” the last question he asks you sounds sincere and almost like he was worried about you, as if he cared about your safety and cared about you leaving his side and out of this world. He had asked that so quietly as if he felt you were going to break if he yelled at you. Only you were the one his majesty never truly got mad at for the stupid and courageous things you did. He understood your personality was strong willed and very protective of the things you loved.

“Yes, my prince I understand.” He looks into your eyes and his face goes back to being sour and he finally steps away from you and states. “You may leave me until I want to see you again, (Y/N).” he turns his back on you and your heart fell as tears pricked at the corners. Did he not want to see you again? Did he see you as a mere idiotic extra peasant? All you knew you felt like this before and you were not going to take this known feeling anymore.

                    You are staring at the prince on his throne with a smirk on his face, as if he was amused by seeing you after a few days of not needing your service. Your heart sank again but your strong will decided to ignore the pain you were feeling like you knew what to do. “You wanted to see us maids, your majesty?” you say stepping in front of the head maids like you were one. “watch it peasant.” The royal guard that was unrecognizable steps in front of you.

“I am sorry, do I know you, sir” you give the guard a glare. A sudden slap is echoed through the throne room and your cheek is burning with pain and your looking down at the ground. You look up at the prince only to see him with an angered rage in his eyes, standing now in front of his throne chair.

“You will not lay a hand or finer on anyone in my kingdom Guard of the royal princess, or I will slice your throat open!” his boots are heavy against the marble floor. His sword swiftly slides in between the guards neck and the prince’s hand.

“Y-yes my liege.” The guard shivers in his arms.

“My my, my love, you shall not kill my royal guard just for keeping your peasant maid in check. She must learn manners to her royal majesties. Am I wrong Katsuki?” another familiar voice is pounding through your head as you look behind Katsuki. A woman to be the same age of you or a year younger than you is walking from a far. Her high heel shoes of a princess walks across the marble and clicks very slowly as if she enjoys the sound of being royal. Katsuki lets her guard go and he walks swiftly towards his princess. Your eyes are never leaving hers. Her hair is short brown in a bob, bouncing as she walks, her eyes brown and round, her eyes only looking at the prince.

         She stops and claps her heels together as she looks up at prince Katsuki. Her eyes flutter in a flirtation expression. “I was informed that the almighty dragon prince is in search of a Queen and I have come to finish this proposal in person my prince.” She swiftly glides her index finger from the top of his collar bone down his bare chest and to his waist line where his baggy pants sit on his hips. Your mind starts to race as you watch this princess touch your prince like that. Your heart is earning to snap at this princess.

         You hold your tongue and look down at the white and silver marble flooring.

Marriage to his majesty? You knew you never had a chance to be married to a royal prince let alone this angry barbaric prince. Did she also say dragons?

         “Ah well we can discuss this when my maids and soldiers are not around and I suspect your guards and little puppy that follows you around will not be there too.” Katsuki didn’t ask and just simply turned his back on her towards his maids.

         He walks slowly in front of each and every one of us until he walks by you. He whispered quietly into your ear where only you could hear him.

         “See me at my bedroom by 2 fingers before the highest moon.” He says with a voice of demand. It wasn’t angry but more of a need in his stern demand. You swallow the big lump of surprise of hearing the princess wants to marry your one and only prince. A small nod only Katsuki can see bobs from your head.

AN: thank you so much for the support and I really hope you guys enjoy this series I am kind of nervous it wont be that good. i may rewrite this series even better, but i wanted to post this and all of this is just spilling from my brain. please like and share. thank you!

[jessiebanethedragon]

White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt 7)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter four Chapter five

Chapter Six

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers dad and betrothed are asses.

Chapter Seven: The The Havoc Marauder “How did you get out of the brig?” Tech asks you the second you're out of earshot of the captain. He looks judgemental and curious, and you’re not sure you want to tell him just how you managed to escape the cell. You still do not trust them. “I got the door open.” You tell him looking around, from here the ship looks quite small, the deck isn't all too long nor is it wide, and from the captains quarters looking to the front of the vessel you can appreciate the sleeknes of the ship.

“How did you get the door open?” Tech suppresses an eye roll and you simply shrug. More interested in Crosshair in the crows nest and Wrecker hauling different sails up and down. “None of you look that much alike.” You think aloud, marveling at the first clones you’ve ever met. “We are enhanced clones.” Tech states, and you nod. That makes sense given it seems they all have vastly different personalities. You see Hunter emerge from his quarters with a frown, looking for a situation report as well as an estimated time to Alderaan. “And the captain?” You turn to Tech who is squinting through his goggles at Hunter. “He never used to be this…” Tech starts mid thought before prematurely ending his sentence to stomp over and chastise Wrecker for the sail ties. Leaving you without the promised tour of the ship and very little knowledge on what you should do with yourself in the meantime. You briefly think about exploring yourself but decide to not push your luck. “If you’re not going to help, the least you could do is stand out of our way.” A gruff voice says from behind you, making you jump, how the captain snuck behind you unnoticed is a mystery. “What would you like me to do?” You ask, hoping to be helpful and ease his wrath. His stare to you is unnerving like he is analyzing your abilities. “Go find Gonk, and see what you can make of her.” He says before stepping past you - or rather, barging by so that you leap yourself into the wall just to get out of his way. “Who’s Gonk?” You shout after him and as he turns to answer Wrecker steps in. “You’ll love her!” he exclaims, and you realize his eye patch for the first time, and the pink scarred skin that crawls into the left side of his face like a spider's web. “Follow me, little miss!” He says crossing the deck and watching your awe when you see how high up Crosshair really is in the crows nest and your smile as he wrestles with Tech who's trying to communicate with him on the ground. “What’s your name lil’ miss?” Wrecker asks, pulling you away from the marvel, much to the delight of your neck as it relaxes from the extreme angle. You give your full name and watch as he shakes his head. “I meant like your nickname, what do you like to be called?” He corrects pushing a small door open ever so slightly. You pause, you don’t really have a nickname or a short form you like. “I guess I do not have one…” you trail off, “Tech said Aaray earlier, but i have a feeling it isn’t exactly a compliment.” You press one hand into the other, a disgusting nervous habit that your father tried to rid you of. Claiming the popping sounds were unlady-like and barbaric. “I think it suits you.” Wrecker exclaims with a laugh, but quells it when he sees your distressed face. “In a good way I mean, it’s a funny nickname for you Little Miss.” “And accurate…” Crosshair comments as he goes by up the stairs you and Wrecker are currently under in order to get to the small door. “What does it mean?” you ask, thankful that the breeze has let up thanks to the alcove. And it is much less bright down here, you can actually look at Wrecker without squinting. “WRECKER!” Someone screams above you, and raises your eyebrows at the sound, which is followed immediately by a laugh from your tall companion, before he turns away and dashes up the stairs, making a thunderous sound above you. Marvelling at having been forgotten a second time, you realise that these clones- or rather men, are probably not used to company. But rather than waiting for someone to find you, you decide to push

the door open. The end of your dress is fraying, the sleeves pushed up to give you more mobility, and the sight of your hand against the oak makes you want to laugh. Your father would be mortified to see you in this state, and that thought alone allows contentment to settle in your stomach. “Gonk?” You ask, pushing the door open all the way. This room is small, the smallest you’ve seen on the ship, with no windows and the only door being the one you currently stand in. The far corner opposite that of you, sits a GNK droid, it’s legs torn apart and panels missing from what would've been its front facing port. And as you venture further in, you can hear that the droid is still humming away, still trying to generate power. Behind you the door swings shut. And in the time it takes you to turn and react to the swoosh noise, and then back to the droid a pair of eyes, mismatched in colour, appear in the darkness. You freeze staring into the little beads of colour, one Purple and one blue, they blink at you. Before disappearing again back into the droid. And through the rummaging and eating sounds, you can guess where it went. Tiptoeing back to the door, you open it again looking for something to brace it on before the creature gets away. Grumbling when you don't see anything, you unlace one of your boots and wedge it between the door and the wall, before awkwardly stepping your way back to the GNK droid. This time when the eyes appear you see the small creature's face. Mismatched white and black fur that covers its body in patches, leaving some areas bare to the world. With paws ending in claws makes you think it could be some sort of Loth cat. But as it scurries up the wall you see it’s side orientated legs, long tail, lack of ears, and most shocking of all wings. Your gasp must startle it because the next thing you know it’s leaping towards you as you let out an undignified shriek. You feel its feet on your face as it crawls up to nestle in your hair, further disturbing the fancy updo you once had. “Wrecker!” You call into the darkness, thinking about how you ended up in this predicament, one boot missing and an unknown creature in your hair. When no one answers your call, you decide to become a lot less lady-like. “WRECKER!” You shout, which disrupts the animal and causes it to crawl and sit on the small of your back. The door opens to reveal a surprised clone, probably not expecting your voice to reach such levels. And as one eyebrow raises at you when you spin to face him. “What is it, Little Miss?” He asks, and you gingerly turn around to show him your new companion. “Oh, uh… TECH.” He shouts, deciding fairly quickly that this was not within his abilities to deal with. You turn your head to give him the side eye of disapproval, before Tech, holopad in hand greets you at the doorway. “Oh.” He echoes his older brother, “this is an interesting development.” He comments on venturing into the room. “I would beg to differ.” you counter. Tensing again as it moves from you back and up into the wisps of hair at your neck. “It appears to enjoy your body heat.” He adds as it begins to nuzzle into the space where your neck and shoulder scrunch in panic. “It was in the droid.” you tell him putting emphasis on ‘in’ and how you do not want to join in with that. “Must be a relative of the Ordo Moon Dragon, except this species seems much smaller, and descends explicitly from its older feathered relatives.” “That doesn’t exactly solve my current predicament.” You murmur to yourself, turning your head further away from the speckled thing. And it makes a small noise in disapproval as it can no longer burrow into your neck. It’s a kind of ‘puurrrrl’ sound, with rolling ‘r’s and a curious emphasis on the end of the sound. And its tail brushes your cheek as it turns to face tech. Before leaping over to him and landing on his HUD portion of his goggles. You turn around freely now, watching as it begins gnawing on the HUD and licking at the glass with its translucent tongue. “As I suspected.” Tech declares unphased, “it feeds on

energy. Hence the fate of the GNK droid.” “Haha!” Wrecker chuckles, “that's why we call er’ Gonk.” “It’s not dangerous, scans say its an Alach moon dragon, similar to a Kashyyykian Gecko.” You look at him skeptically. “It’s got fur.” You comment, having poured over natural encyclopedias long enough to know that most reptiles are not, in fact, furred. “Small feathers to be exact.” Tech corrects, “perhaps a result of our run from Kamino to Geonosis…” Tech thinks aloud, reaching up to carefully remove the creature from his goggles and place it back into your hands. “What does that mean?” You enquire staring at the mini-dragon a little less scared now. “We did a supply run of genect-” “The lady doesn't need to know about that Wrecker.” Tech hisses, “have manners.”he says with a glare, you hear a muffled apology before deciding to cut in. “The lady is also tired of her own lack of knowledge.” You add, wanting to giggle at how improper you’re being, feeling like a little kid sneaking too many sweets before a meal. You smile wholeheartedly when Wrecker’s face lights up. “The Genosians have underground fighting rings that the kaminoans provide spliced animals for. Mismatched creatures to battle each other for entertainment.” Crosshair says, toeing his big brothers to the side as he catches the tail end of your conversation. He smirks when your face falls in sadness. And Tech stares at his brother, sufficanlty unimpressed with his incessant need to create chaos wherever he went. Absent-mindedly you scratch under the creature's chin in pity, feeling better when it coo’s out in enjoyment. “Shall I just work the ship myself then?” the captain's voice travels in, prompting the three clones to rush back outside and causing the dragon to startle and make its way back into your hair. Hunter leans on the frame and crosses his arms at you. “I, uh- found Gonk.” you offer him nervously. “You found a pest.” He says. “That ate our droid.” He adds looking at the remnants of the GNK. “Did you not know it was here?” You ask, wondering about what else might be lurking in the darkness. “Are you trying to undermine my position as captain?” He asks walking up to you, but with your new friend in your hair you do not want to move and disturb her. “N- no.” you answer quickly. “That's ‘no captain’ to you.” He seethes. “No captain.” you repeat firmly. Trying to steady yourself under his gaze, it’s so intense you feel like you’re swaying, but that could just be the motion of the ship. Hunter smells like a fireplace in a blizzard, something sharp, Smokey and warm. You blink at him, doing your best to stare eye to eye. He looks at you for just a second longer than what one would call normal, before plucking Gonk out of your hair and leaving the room with her in his grasp.

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[demoniqt]

God on the Mountain

Summary:

His shifu told him not to be too curious but Rong Xuan, as usual, didn't listen.

Notes: Just a drabble I have no where to throw.

"Twin Peak Mountain?" Ye Baiyi asked with a frown, "Why do you want to go there?"

"I was just curious," Rong Xuan replied, trying to play at being flippant, "I heard some really weird rumours about it."

"Rumours like what?" Ye Baiyi asked quickly. When his disciple just shrugged, Ye Baiyi's frown line deepened. 

"If it's about the God on the Mountain," the grumpy immortal said, missing his disciple's sudden interest, "Don't bother searching him out. He's more ill-tempered than I am and that's saying something."

"God?" Rong Xuan couldn't help the word that came out. Ye Baiyi's head whipped back at him, expression annoyed at having been duped into revealing more than he should have.

"You stupid brat!" Ye Baiyi shouted, swinging at Rong Xuan, who ducked out of his reach. "I'm telling you to leave him alone!"

Yeah, no. Rong Xuan was definitely visiting the Twin Peak Mountain.

****

He rallied his sworn brothers to go with him. He reasoned that if the treasury was where it was rumoured to be, exploring the mountain was the best thing to do before they set up their armory. 

But up on the mountain, they found no god, grumpy or otherwise, even after a few days of searching.

However, they did find the door to the treasury and managed to open it with the lock and key with hardly any incident. But they froze the moment they saw what was behind the gate. 

A beautiful young man with fine silvery hair stood in the courtyard, staring at them in shock. He was dressed in all white with a deep blue outer robe and he carried no sword. 

"Who are you?" the young man asked, looking as if they had just violated his privacy. Which they probably did. 

"I am Rong Xuan of Feng Shan Sword," Rong Xuan introduced as per courtesy. The others followed suit. 

"Hm... Polite, at least," the other young man said. "Well, I suppose I should return the courtesy. I am Wen Kexing."

"Are you the god of the mountain?" Rong Xuan asked curiously. The young man blinked, then laughed. For some reason, a chill ran down his spine and the hair at the back of his neck was standing up like he was a bristling cat. 

"God? Child, I'm more like a demon than a god," the silver haired man said. Then he grinned, displaying sharp teeth that was distinctly NOT human.

The eight young pugilists of the Jianghu took steps back at that sight and the young (man?) smirked at them then followed them out the gate. 

"Are you scared?" Wen Kexing asked, looking beautifully deadly.

His senses on high alert, Rong Xuan didn't dare to let his eyes leave the non-human creature before him. That was probably why he did not see the other being that arrived until he was almost above them.

"Lao Wen, are you scaring children again?"

The words rumbled across the sky and the eight young men's already pale visage went whiter at the sight of the dragon hovering above them. 

Wen Kexing pouted as he turned to his husband. A pair of triangular silver-furred ears perked out of his pale hair and a fluffy fox tail appeared from behind him.

"Ah-Xu! These boys were the ones who invaded our home!" he claimed, skipping towards the newcomer who was shimmering into a smaller humanoid form to land on the soft white snow.

Released from the intent stare of the supernatural creature, the eight boys breathed in unison, feeling as if they had just escaped from a spider's web to live another day.

"Ah-Xu! I missed you so much!" the fox spirit wrapped his arms around his husband. "You were gone for so long!"

"I've only been gone for a week," Zhou Zishu replied with an amused smile. 

The eight young pugilists pondered if they should get the hell out of there before the two supernatural creatures realised they were gone or stay to explain themselves and hope that the dragon of the mountain didn't eat them. 

Just as they were trying to come to a decision, the couple turned to them in tandem. 

"May I know why you are here? Bothering my home?" the dragon in human form asked, looking... not angry or displeased but not welcoming either. 

"My apologies," Rong Xuan said and the others echoed him, bowing low for their transgression. "We were looking for the treasury and was unaware that it was occupied."

"We've been living here for centuries," Zhou Zishu said. "Though it did not originally belong to us."

"That doesn't mean that we will leave though," Wen Kexing continued, still attached to his husband. 

"Oh no! We don't mean anything by it!" Zhen Ruyu said quickly. "We just didn't know that someone was already here. Please forgive us!"

The eight young pugilists bowed again in apology and the real God of the Mountain waved at them dismissively.

"Apology accepted. I would bid all of you to not bother us again," said Zhou Zishu, wrapping an arm around his husband to guide the pouting fox spirit back into their home. 

The gate rumbled shut and the eight of them stood outside for a while trying to gather their wits.

"Ah," Long Que exclaimed. "The key and lock is gone!" 

Sure enough, when the rest of them looked back at the closed gate, both the items were gone. 

"Huh. So there really is a God on the Mountain," said Rong Xuan. 

*

End God on the Mountain