#bolas spider

[vintagewildlife]

Bolas spider mother with egg sac By: George Elwood Jenks From: The Illustrated Library of the Natural Sciences 1958

#bolas spider #spider #arachnid #arthropod #invertebrate #1958 #1950s #George Elwood Jenks #The Illustrated Library of the Natural Sciences (1958)

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

Fly-fishing is a popular passtime for everyone, from children to senior citizens to spiders. The bolas spider, also known as the angling spider or fishing spider, releases a scent that mimics that of female moths. When male moths investigate, the bolas spider captures it with a special silk thread with a sticky end, called a bolas.

(Image: A bolas spider (Mastophora cornigera) slinging a bolas by Peter J. Bryant)

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#bolas spiders #Araneae #Araneidae #orb weaver spiders #spiders #arachnids #arthropods #uncharismatic facts

[dinofur]

Oh this one's a little bit fucked up actually

#spiderverse #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #tucker kovac #spider-bola #spider-man #my character #spidersona #refs #my art #digital art #csp #spider man

[transpool-moved]

Rowan spidey-sona ^_^ his name is spider-thing he is based on the Bolas spider and instead of traditional webbing like other spider-people he creates a ball of webbing and swings it around as a weapon similarly to the bolas spider :-)

#also it has spikies because bolas spiders are spikey #i'm putting him at like age 25 #lives somewhere along the east coast

[guys-in-distress-database]

Entry #434: Marvel’s Spider-Man

Media: video game

Character: Spider-Man

Type of restraints: bola

Location: Vulture and Electro boss fight

I really love bolas, even though I know that’s probably not a popular opinion. It’s just cool to have bondage essentially turned into a weapon. When it’s done well, it’s some really great stuff.

At the lead-up to the Vulture and Electro boss fight in this game, Vulture ambushes Spider-Man with a bola. The restraint is nice, with his arms pinned against his back instead of his sides. It’s not long, but I still like it.

#spider-man #bola #video game #gid

[thebadgerclan]

Worst Fear

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: His worst fear is realized...

Aleksander was a difficult man to rattle.  Many thought that the Black General was fearless, having seen how he rode into battle, how he eviscerated his enemies, how cold and ruthless he was.  And it was partly true, not much frightened Aleksander, certainly nothing so trivial as the dark or heights or spiders.  But he had one fear, one that kept him up at night, one that would pull him from sleep in a cold sweat.

Losing you, watching you die, your mortality.  That was what terrified Aleksander, the mere thought of losing you.  He had his most skilled oprichniki guarding you, he’d taught you in self defense himself, and you were one of his most powerful Y/G/T.  Even so, he worried.  Especially here, close to the Fjerdan border, Aleksander obsessed over your safety, ensuring your full guard surrounded you, even when you were at his side.

But even Aleksander’s best efforts couldn’t predict a drüskelle attack.  Seven of the Fjerdan mercenaries had snuck up on their camp, attempting to kidnap three of their soldiers.  It quickly became an ugly fight, Inferni flame shooting through the air alongside bullets and bolas.  Your guards had dispersed to aid in the fighting, knowing it was pointless to try to protect you in a situation like this.  Aleksander stuck close to you, flinging out tendrils of shadow to incapacitate the drüskelle.  He would deal with them later, properly.

You fought fiercely, but when you disappeared from his periphery, Aleksander panicked.  “Y/N?” he called, searching the field.  “Y/N!”  His Grisha were fighting well, five of the seven drüskelle having been felled.  Aleksander whirled around, eyes wide, and when he saw you, the breath left his lungs.  You were lying on the ground, your face pale.  There was a bullet resting just over your heart–stopped by your kefta, likely to only leave a bruise–struggling to breathe.

The shot had thrown you to the ground and knocked the wind out of you, but you were alive.  Your kefta had done its job; you’d likely be sore for a while, but you were alive.  Aleksander, though, was looking at you like you’d truly been shot.  “Y/N!”  He knelt at your side, cupping your face.  “Saints, Y/N, you’re alright.  You’re just fine.”  You nodded, wheezing in a breath.  That was the worst of it: not being able to take a complete breath.  It was something you’d just have to wait out until your muscles relaxed.

Aleksander scanned your body, seeing the bullet crumples up, still lodged in your kefta.  He brushed it away, scrutinizing the fabric beneath.  It was a bit singed, definitely in need of a wash, but it was intact.  After a few moments, you managed to take a deep breath, something that made Aleksander’s shoulders relax.  “I’m okay,” you said, and he nodded, pulling you to sit up, then to stand a moment later.

The remaining drüskelle had been either restrained or killed, and Aleksander surveyed the field, silently counting his soldiers.  Everyone was standing, everyone was fine.  Except you, his mind supplied.  You’d been shot.  During your time in the Second Army, you’d been in your fair share of danger; being shot at by a drüskelle was no exception.  It had been a little frightening, yes, but you were alive.

“I’m not scared,” you said, looking at Aleksander.  “But if you are, you can hold my hand.”  You said it to try to lighten the mood, to maybe get a smile out of him.  You hadn’t expected Aleksander to grasp your hand and squeeze, for him to press kisses to your knuckles, for him to draw you into his arms and clutch you to him, arms like vices.  “Sasha,” you breathed, but he didn’t respond, only holding you closer.

After several minutes, he loosened his hold, tipping your chin up so he could look at you.  “I almost lost you,” Aleksander said, and you saw the fear, the sadness, the desperation on his face.”  “I…you got shot, Y/N, and I didn’t stop it.”  You shook your head, taking his hands in yours.  “You didn’t lose me,” you said, thumb running over his knuckles.  “I’m alive, Aleksander, I’m just fine.”

“I saw you get shot,” he said, and his gaze was elsewhere, staring off into space.  You tugged on his hands, leading him back to your tent.  You unfastened your kefta, seeing that the shirt beneath it was pristine, no blood, no wound, no tear in the fabric.  You shifted your shirt from your shoulder, seeing the skin beneath was reddened and blooming a bruise, but intact.  You guided Aleksander’s hand to rest atop that patch of skin, where he could feel your heart thrumming under your ribs.

“I am alive, Aleksander,” you said.  “I am fine, my love.”  Aleksander’s shoulders shuddered, and you realized he was crying.  “I watched my worst fear play out today,” he said.  “My greatest fear, Y/N, is losing you.  And when I saw you on the ground with a bullet on your chest…I thought…”  “Shh,” you soothed, going on your tiptoes and kissing him.  “I am alive, Aleksander, I’m here.  I’ll be sore for a while, I might bruise, but nothing more.  I’m sorry I scared you, my love, but I’m just fine.”

He pulled you into his arms again, tucking your head beneath his chin.  “I love you so much, Y/N,” Aleksander said.  “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”  “Well, you’ll never have to find out,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.  The image of you being shot would haunt Aleksander’s dreams for the rest of his life, no doubt.  But having you by his side when he woke would help to erase those images.

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

[apsciencebydan]

It's really amazing how such tiny things can have an outsized impact on my mental health. Today it was my 1st sighting of a male phoroncidia americana, spooding around atop a metal fence post. These are sort of like theridiidae's version of a bolas spider, both in appearance and hunting method*.

*Oh yeah, that hunting method! In 2022 I found a female and got to see how they catch snacks. They make a single strand of silk lined with sticky silk balls which feature moth pheromones to attract their prey. Bolas spiders also use a moth pheromones and a sticky ball of silk to catch their prey.

#nature #animals #photography #bugblr #science #invertebrates #spiders

[karniss-bg3]

Hi! I really like how thoughtfully you answer questions. I would like to know your opinion about the speed of Kar'niss. Is it possible to escape from the drider?) He climbed the tower quite easily, but how fast and hardy is he on the ground? As I remember, driders prefer ambushes. Does this mean that they are not too good at chasing? Or is it still useless to run from Kar'niss - it is just the way to die tired?) Thank you!

A great question! Let’s start by looking at Kar’niss’ stats.

He has fairly solid strength and dexterity. We know webbing doesn’t affect him in terms of rough terrain and he seems to maintain a solid pace alongside Tav and crew. His stats are the same as the drider monster sheet which helps in the regard of determining bonuses and the like. According to the drider sheet, they have a movement speed of 30ft and a climbing speed of 30ft. Kar’niss’ sheet says he has a movement speed of 0ft but I think this is a typo as he can clearly walk on the ground without trouble. The monster sheet says driders can walk on ceilings while the drider wiki says they are too heavy to do so. If I had to pick I’d say that it’d be unlikely they could traverse upside down because of their size.

Speaking of size, this is where Kar’niss would run at a disadvantage. He weighs 150kg (330lbs) and that is a lot of heft to move around, much less quickly. It is likely why driders prefer to ambush which falls in line with their spider counterparts. Running takes a lot of energy, it’s simply more efficient to let your prey come to you. That isn’t to say that Kar’niss couldn’t catch up if he really wanted to. I imagine he could sprint a short distance at a great speed but would tire swiftly there after. The terrain would also play a big part in how fast he could catch up to someone. If he was moving through a thick forest with a lot of obstacles he’d have trouble squeezing into tight spaces or navigating his large body around sharp turns. His legs do afford him longer strides to cover more ground at a faster pace and he can climb which may allow him to avoid something a regular humanoid couldn’t bypass. A clear field would be a dangerous ground to face him on as he’d have less things to get in his way if he was after someone.

Distance between an individual and himself would play a part as well. If he’s within fifteen to twenty feet of his target, he has the greatest chance to overpower and capture them without much trouble. Forty or more feet away would give the victim the best chance of escape. They can only hope that he tires out before he closes the distance, or they hide in a place he can’t access. Finding a way to disable his legs is also the way to go in an escape situation. Something like grease could do well to trip him up, some sort of bola or other restraints, an arrow in one of the joints, ect. His drow torso wouldn’t be strong enough to drag his body with any measure of speed so if he goes down it’s game over.

The last thing to consider is if he can jump and if so, how far. Just looking at his design his legs don’t look very muscular at all and in fact seem more hollow than anything else. He might be able to jump short distances but I’d say it’s not his strong suit and would require a great deal of his strength to pull off. Wide crevices and the like would hold off his direct pursuit but since he can climb he could get to the other side eventually, it’d just take longer than jumping over the opening. Edit: Turns out, Kar'niss has mad hops. Thanks to the helpful folks who gave me some awesome info! Terrifying to imagine a whole ass drider jumping right at you.

In conclusion, I think Kar’niss can be a deadly force on the ground but he’s at his best when ambushing or climbing. If it’s a straight chase where the victim isn’t surprised they would still have a fighting chance, they’d just have to be smart on how they used their surroundings to shake him. I do know one thing, much and all as I love Kar’niss, I’d piss my pants if a drider ever chased me. Not a scenario I’d ever want to find myself in. Thanks for the ask!

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #theorycrafting #drow

[melodyfsoul1]

Also I completely forgot to post these here, but I made more Gas Mask Designs for some of the new 🔴 BOLAS ROJAS 🔴 Members

(I know there are more old and new members, but these were the ones I already had Gas Mask Design ideas for)

For Etoiles I went with a futuristic design with a big visor so his field of vision wouldnt be affected when he's doing pvp

Mouse's Design was inspired by a oni mask, its also shaped in a way so it doesnt bother her horns

Roier's Mask is spider themed with the Visor being split up to resemble spider eyes

And Rubius' Mask is meant to look like a bear in reference to his MC Skin :D

#qsmp fanart #QSMP Purgatory #bolas rojas #Etoiles fanart #iron mouseart #roier fanart #rubius fanart #my qsmp fanart #my art #team bolas

[rossellini-tyrell]

Nothing’s Gonna Change My World

Ch. 1 - Pools of Sorrow, Waves of Joy Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Word Count: 3,095

Warnings: Attemped SA/kidnapping, Pavitr beats up the bad guy, panic attacks, discussion of SA (this fic is potentially really triggering for some, please stay safe!)

Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader Posted here on tumblr for the first time, also found on AO3 and Wattpad. This is being posted a second time for people who do not wish to leave tumblr to read the fic ---------- Preface: This story takes place several years after the events of Across the Spiderverse, Pavitr and the reader are somewhere in their 20s at this point in time. This story involves a reader who survives an attempted SA, there will be brief description of the rescue from the event, and extensive discussion of the emotional impact of the event on the reader. There will be no graphic descriptions of the event itself. The contents of this story may be triggering for some to read, for that reason. ------------ Being Spider-Man is not so easy. Pavitr doesn't like to admit it, but not even he can fix everything. Sure, Spider-Man thinks it's pretty entertaining to knock down the outlandish supervillains he's encountered trolling around the city, but Pavitr knows that the property damage left behind might take years to recover from, if ever. Businesses, homes, dreams crumbling to the Earth in billowing columns of dust. Pavitr had to watch one of his best childhood friends move away because they had nowhere else to go after his home was destroyed in a fight. Unfortunately, that wasn't the hardest lesson. The hardest realization Pavitr had to make was the one that regular people were the worst villains of all, capable of cruelty no magical creature nor mutated abomination could match. He'd thought he knew what evil was from Saturday morning cartoons: garish getups, twisted features, convoluted plans for world domination. He learned differently the first time he had to punch out a creep who refused to keep his hands to himself. No, it was not easy at all. Exhibit A: This asshat ruining his otherwise pleasant Friday evening eating his dinner in peace. Bitten-off cries tickle Pavitr's finely attuned ear, his Spider sense an itch, a prickling whine that beckons him walk this way. Pavitr doesn't bother to wipe the crumbs from his face, he yanks his mask around his chin and darts to peek into the alley below. There's a man down there, he's attempting to frog-march someone to his waiting car. It's not going that well as he's only got one hand free to do so, he's trying to muffle his captive's protests with the other, and it's clear she isn't interested in whatever he's offering. Spider-Man has had it with this shit. A younger him might have fought first with words, a puffed chest, the chance to walk away unscathed. Not anymore. His sense is keening now, its sharp talons scraping along his skin. The bangle is whipped off his wrist, the web follows behind it as vortexes in the air, the low whir intensifying as Pavitr picks up speed, the weapon spinning faster and faster overhead. He aims for the ankle and casts out his line with incredible ease. The bangle is now an impromptu bola, it swiftly winds its way around the assailant one, two, three times before Pavitr delivers a sharp tug, and the assailant stumbles. He waits for you to step out of reach, and you do so quickly. In a few graceful wall jumps, he's there, recalling his bangle only to fling it down with a mighty crack on the man's head. Pavitr pins the sputtering main to the ground and lands a jab in his gut, there's cheap vodka on his breath and his eyes are bleary, unfocused. He makes quick work of binding him up with web, leaving a note behind as to what landed him in this predicament. He wants everyone to know what he did. Nostrils flaring, he turns now to you, hiding behind the front of the man's car. Pavitir nimbly tumbles over the car's sleek hood to get to where you're crouched, hands over your ears. He lowers himself down to your level. "Miss, are you alright? Are you hurt?" he gently asks. He gets no response but a gasping sob, red-rimmed eyes meeting his through his mask as you turn to acknowledge your rescuer for the first time. Pavitr gives you a once-over for any obvious injuries and oh his heart aches. Tiny bruises are blooming on your jaw, the rivulets from your tears trailing along them. Your chest is heaving as your breathing comes quick and hoarse, and he notices one wrist wears an angry purple blotch from being restrained. Nothing looks broken and he doesn't see any open wounds, but it doesn't stop his sense's painfully sharp hold on him. The shrill wail pitches in and out, not unlike a radio being tuned to the right frequency. He can hear shuffling in the building you must have come out of - a local nightclub - and he knows he needs to make his exit. "Hey, I have to get you out of here," he explains. "Can you walk?" On shaky legs, you stand, pulling yourself up on the car's rear view mirror. Pavitr immediately offers his own hand to help you up the rest of the way, but is met with a sharp twinge from his sense as you recoil from the gesture, and winces himself. She's so frightened of me. Pavitr exhales and steels himself for what he has to do next. "We're out of time, I'm sorry, but I have to swing us out of here before people come out and see.  I need to you grab on around my neck and I'll do the rest, I promise I'll make it quick and I won't drop you, okay?" he instructs. He waits for your nod of assent, even though his sense is screaming that you don't like this. Pavitr guides your hands around him and takes firm hold of your waist, his breath hitches and his pulse stutters when he feels you hide your face against his shoulder. "There you go, good job," he praises, attempting to defuse your anxiety. "Ready?" he prompts. He feels your nod and tosses out a web, finding purchase on a nearby rooftop and up, up, up he goes. Pavitr truly does try to not swing too fast, he feels awful enough seeing your eyes screwed shut, face firmly jammed against him, but you still feel the cold breeze sailing past your legs as you swing. Just as promised, he sets you down shortly after. He's found a quiet rooftop a few blocks away, you open your eyes to find your vision swimming and blurry at the edges. You stumble out of Pavitr's hold, eyes blown wide and breathing still at breakneck pace. "H-he was gonna- I didn't want to-" you whimper. "Woah, hey now, you're okay-" Pavitr starts. "I t-told him n-n-no and he just, he just grabbed m-me and- my friends are gonna-" "Hey there-" he tries to gently interrupt. "Why did he do that?" your cry is so quiet from running out of breath, you're wheezing now and it's getting hard to stand, so you don't. Pavitr's heart sinks because you look so crushed, his sense has set his nervous system on fire, the burning arcs from spine to fingers. "Hey, hey, darling, hey, shhhhh..." he coos, moving to sit across from you. "Hey, can I borrow one of your hands for a bit?" You oblige him, and he takes your hand in his. They're warm, with long, elegant fingers, and your eyes are drawn to the dried blood staining the knuckles of his suit. "Can you tell me your name, darling?" "(You)" you stammer out between labored breaths. Pavitr's lips give the tiniest quirk of a smile through his mask. "Okay (You), if you keep breathing like that, you're gonna pass out. So I'm gonna put your hand right here-" he splays your hand across his chest, over his heart, and he holds it there. "And you and I are gonna take some deep breaths together, yeah? Can you try for me?" You nodded again. "Good, deep breath in -"  he inhales, and you follow, shaky and shallow. "- and out," he releases slowly. You try to mimic him, but end up coughing instead, your throat feels raw and parched. "Good job, (You)!" cheers Pavitr. He links your free hands together and gives yours a small squeeze. His mask crinkles a little around the eyes, from the smile he must be giving you. You imagine it's probably brilliant to see and thinking about it feels nice. "Let's try some more." You follow his deep breathing for a few more minutes. It gets easier to keep pace, the panic starts to retract its claws from around your throat, your ribcage expands and contracts. Periodically, he rewards you with a "You're doing so good", his voice warm and honey-sweet, his heart a hummingbird's wings fluttering against the palm of your hand. It's cold outside at this time of night, but you can't help but feel heat at the apples of your cheeks. Eventually, you're able to match him. On the final exhale, Pavitr takes hold of the hand on his chest and laces his fingers through it, bringing your joined hands between you. His sense has dulled to no more than a soft hum at the base of his skull. "There you are, darling," he purrs. You manage a wisp of a grin for his efforts, the tear tracks drying over your cheeks are uncomfortably sticky as you do. "I'm - " you begin. "I'm beyond sorry for how I freaked out at you-" "Absolutely do not apologize apologize for that. Do not," Pavitr emphatically cuts you off. "There's nothing unnatural about being upset when someone is endangering you." "But none of that's your responsibility, Spider-Man," you explain. "You saved me. And for that, I'm so grateful, truly. You have entirely more important shit to do than sit with some girl and her feelings." "The point of being Spider-Man is keeping people safe. That does extend to helping people feel safe too, 'yanno," says Pavitr, who takes a moment to brush his long hair from his eyes. "I would think ensuring you feel safe is included in the job description." "I - thank you," you say. "Everyone always talks about how cool it is to get saved by Spider-Man. That we should consider ourselves lucky if it happens, say thank you, and off you go to your next adventure," you swallow. "I don't feel lucky right now, I feel...hurt. Scared. Angry." "Could anyone blame you, though?" Pavitr muses. "I mean, for a lot of people from an outside perspective, it is cool to see Spider-Man up close, I'm pretty handsome, 'yanno?" he waggles his eyebrows. That one does get a giggle out of you, and oh he loves the sound. He wants to let the memory etch grooves into his mind, and trace them with his finger when the days are too long. "Jokes aside, people assume that I'm infallible. When I save people, that doesn't make whatever happened, not have happened. If I were in your position, I'd feel the same as you do. I think that should be honored, not pushed aside." "That's really nice, Spider-Man, thank you," you sniffle. "I'm just...nervous. About tomorrow. He..." Pavitr doesn't miss the delicate wobble of your lower lip, nor the shine of the fresh tears in your eyes. A comforting hand finds a perch on your shoulder. "He is- he was my friend. I've known him for years. In what world would have thought this is something he'd do? I don't get it, truly, I don't. I don't know what signs I missed, or if I was giving mixed signals, maybe my outfit was-" "Darling, don't finish that sentence," Pavitr stops you. "It was not your fault. It's never your fault, you get me?" he takes your hand again, and waits pointedly for you to nod your agreement. "I wanna see a 'yes'." You nod in reply, although your hesitance shows in the way you worry your lip on a canine. Pavitr guides you to face him with a gentle hand on your cheek. "Listen to me, (You). It does not fucking matter what you were wearing, what you were doing, whatever bullshit happened over the course of your relationship with him, or how the Delhi Capitals fared at the auction this year, I don't care. There is no world, no universe where it is okay to do that to someone. He does not have that right, and I need you to understand this." You couldn't see his face, but the mask he wore did nothing to obscure the cold fury in his expression. "But what if nobody believes me?" "I believe you," Pavitr replied, without a hint of hesitation. "Wholeheartedly, I believe you. I'd hope that me tying him up with web and leaving a note about what I saw would help on that end, but if for some reason it isn't enough, know that I believe you, okay?" The relief you felt was palpable. The pain isn't completely gone, and your emotions are still a tangled ball of yarn, knots twisting in your stomach, but having something meant so much in this moment. Not only did he save you, even better, he heard you. You reach up to wipe at your misty eyes, reddened and tired from crying. "This is kind of a weird ask but...can I hug you?" you shyly inquire. Pavitr recoils, his eyebrows raising in surprise at the question. For a moment, you'd though you'd offended him when- "Of course you can," he affirms. And then he does. He's firm, strong, jacked even, but he's not suffocating as he holds you. Inky wisps from his fringe tickle your cheek as you start sobbing all over again into his shoulder. Pavitr says nothing, only moves to support the back of your head with his hand as you let everything out, finally. You sit in silence for a while, the pain slowly dissipating like a sluggish drain into the fabric of his suit. Night air's tiny fangs nip at your ears, but neither of you care. It's quiet, no monsters to fight, no villains to thwart, no crime to bust. It's nice out here, and for now, that's all that matters. After a few minutes, you run out of energy to keep going. Your head feels full of cotton, fatigue pulls at you like the whine of a dying light bulb. You pull back from Pavitr with a whispered "thank you", who wipes off the last of your tears with a swipe of a second knuckle and a "don't mention it". "You look like you could fall asleep standing up," he observes. "Any chance I can swing you back home?" "At this point, I'm too exhausted to care. Why not," you grumble, rubbing at your sore eyes. Pavitr guides your arms around him once more, a dance he's performed hundreds of times over. A strong arm winds around your waist, pulling you closer, close enough to hear the tattoo of his heart against his chest wall. But it's when he asks "Where to, miss?" in dulcet tones that you shiver, letting it ripple from the neck down. Pavitr hopes you didn't hear his heart screeching to a sudden stop when you gave him your reply. He hadn't realized that he'd rescued his upstairs neighbor tonight. "Oh, I know exactly where that is! That's where I- my friend lives! Downstairs! In that building! Haha that's so funny, what a small world..." he prattles, and hopes you didn't catch his near-miss. He imagines that if he pulled off his mask right now, he'd be redder than the suit is. "Yeah, small world," you yawn. Oh she's precious like this. "Alright, sleepyhead, you ready to go home?" jokes Pavitr. Your only response is a high grunt, too tired for words. "I'll take that as a yes, then," and off he goes. This go around, he takes the chance to put some zip in his step, taking bigger arcs and wider corners. The sensation of your stomach dropping wakes you up a bit, and you take the chance to peek over Spider-Man's shoulder. You couldn't be more glad you did. Lights in the windows glitter on the accents of Spider-Man's suit, a golden shimmer flitting across the skyline. The silver shine of the moon ripples in his hair as it whips in his own breeze. Despite the circumstances, the night is beautiful (he's beautiful), and he's given you the gift of the wind. You start to feel somewhat sad when he decelerates to a stop against the roof ledge of your building. Carefully, he rappels you down to your fire escape, setting you down so gently, as if you might break. "Lucky me, I left my window unlocked before I left. I probably should stop doing that..." you opined. "Nah, I think you're good. I think I whooped his ass so hard his grandchildren will feel it. If he even gets to have any after this," said Pavitr, in his attempt to not let you leave on a sad note. "You're right. He probably has enough brain matter left to realize leaving me alone is the smart choice." It's when you have one foot back into your apartment he calls your name, his voice wrapping around it like silkworm threads. "Whatever you decide to do to move forward from this, that's up to you entirely, I support whatever you choose. But if you do want to pursue this officially...I'll help you," Pavitr offers. "You'd really do that?" you ask incredulously. "I really would. I want to, if that's what you want," he says. "Besides, my friend does live here. Chances are you might see me around again," (he hopes he does). "Well, thank you for offering. I'll have to think about it...process all this. I'm sure you'll hear about it if I do go to the police?" you say. "I would. And like I said earlier, it's just part of my job. Don't worry about it," assures Pavitr. You notice he shifts his weight towards his back foot, about to turn to leave, to disappear into the glimmer of the skyline. "Oh, and Spider-Man, before you go?" you call for him, hand outstretched. He pauses a moment before approaching you. Once he's in reach, you decide "to Hell with it", and pull him in closer. Pavitr freezes in place when you plant a kiss on his masked cheek. He hopes you can't feel his face burning through the fabric, or the hitching of his breath when you replace your lips with your hand. "Thank you, for everything. I really do appreciate it. And I'm sorry if I-" you're interrupted when Pavitr's hand covers yours. "Hey, don't finish that sentence, darling." He shoots you a wink through his mask the best he can. "You have a good night. You need it." Reluctantly, you part, and he waits for you to slip back into your apartment, lock the window, and draw the curtains before turning to take the fire escape down a level. Pavitr leaps through his own bathroom window soundlessly, peeling off his mask to look at himself in the mirror. Yep, redder than the suit, just as he thought. Being Spider-Man is not easy.

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr my beloved #spider-man: across the spider-verse #spiderverse x reader #spiderman astv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x you #x female reader #spiderman astv imagines #spiderman india #reader insert #fanfiction #astv fanfic

[vintagewildlife]

Bolas spider playing dead By: George Elwood Jenks From: The Illustrated Library of the Natural Sciences 1958

#bolas spider #spider #arachnid #arthropod #invertebrate #1958 #1950s #George Elwood Jenks #The Illustrated Library of the Natural Sciences (1958)

[block-swing-perry]

ok spider sona be upon ye, loosely based on the bolas spider which doesnt produce webs but produces capture blobs which i thought was neat

#perry art #spidersona

[miscellaneoussmp]

QSMP Drabble List!

Posted!

•They're Family: A possible return of the eggs and how that goes

•First time (Second time): Pac cleans up the lab and thinks. (cw/tw: blood mentions throughout)

•A Nightmare Maybe: Tubbo, Roier, and Charlie don't want to face their feelings. (cw/tw: egg death mentioned/implied throughout and blood mentions)

•Hospital Room Conversations: Cellbit and Pac talk. (cw/tw: blood mention, and general Pac trauma)

•Family Dinner: Dinner at Cellbit and Roier's castle and how that goes.

•Brother and Sister: A collection of (lost) memories Cellbit and Bagi might share. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death mentions, general Cellbit fuckery. A singular mention of throwing up)

•Two Souls: The story of The Grim Reaper meeting a set of twins. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death mentions, general Cellbit fuckery)

•Heavy machinery + sleep deprivation: Pac and Tubbo need sleep. Luckily, Fit is there to tell them to go to bed.

•One Reaper: The story of a set of twins meeting The Grim Reaper. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death throughout, general Cellbit fuckery)

•Escape Plan: Three girls, a train, a plane, and a ship

•Take Care: Foolish and Roier help each other.

•A nap and redirection: How Cellbit and Roier deal with emotions.

•Late Night: Cellbit and Roier enjoy each other company. (cw/tw: cigarettes/smoking)

•Missing?: Cellbit finds a missing poster.

•Body Temperature: Soulmates and below average body temperature. (cw/tw: General Pac trauma, blood/violence mentions)

•Sleeping Beauty: Cellbit admires a sleeping Roier.

•Candy Heist: A blue bird and spider steal some candy.

•Good Morning (the middle of the afternoon): Roier wakes up from his sleep.

•Take a Picture (It'll Last Longer): Niki doesn't recognize some photos. (cw/tw: blood/violence mentions)

•Red Candy Apple: Cellbit and Pac talk, with a knife on the floor between them. (cw/tw: implied death)

•Sleepy/Wide Awake: A half-asleep Roier tells Cellbit about a dream.

•Garden (of Eden): Tallulah meets Death in her dream.

•A Game of Follow the Leader: A brother and a sister play a game. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death implied/mentioned throughout)

•Glass Shards: Missa tells Phil about his scattered soul. (cw/tw: death/violence mentions throughout)

•All Better? (No.): Tina wasn't always a demon. (cw/tw: general horror elements)

•Buttercream: Tubbo attempts to bake a cake.

•Perfect Family (Only a half truth): A brother and a sister are brought home after a trip to the hospital. (cw/tw: minor derealization)

•Sweet Picnic: Roier and Leo have a picnic.

•Documentary: Bagi is alone, she copes. (cw/tw: implied mental health issues/violence, mentioned gore)

•Double-Blind Study (Placebo Effect): Cellbit gets therapy, Bagi doesn't. (cw/tw: implied/referenced mental health issues, repetitive narration)

•Aster Bouquet: Bad recognizes Tina from somewhere else. (cw/tw: implied/referenced death)

•Tidy (Ignore the Clutter): Cellbit keeps his mind tidy with a few exceptions. (cw/tw: implied violence)

•Two (for the price of one): Pac wonders about things.

•A Perfectly Average Day (Right?): Cellbit has a thoroughly average day. (cw/tw: minor derealization)

•Echoing Lullaby: Bad helps Cellbit get some rest in the same way he used to. (cw/tw: implied/referenced violence, implied mental health issues)

•Saying Grace (How Fun!): A look into Team Bolas Rojas family dinner. (cw/tw: implied/mentioned blood/death/violence, religion mentions throughout)

•Promise? Promise.: Pac and Mike have a conversation in a dream.

•Third time (Fourth time): Pac is covered in blood and thinks. (cw/tw: blood mentions throughout, implied/referenced violence)

•It Goes Like This: Roier and others make it onto the boat. (cw/tw: implied/referenced death, and implied/referenced suicidal ideation)

•Overcast Skies (the feeling of anemoia): Sunny grieves someone she never met. (cw/tw: referenced death.)

•Reflection: Pac looks at himself in the mirror. (cw/tw: blood/injury mentions, referenced drug use, implied mental health issues)

•Lost Television Signal: Mike tries to watch through static. (cw/tw: implied/referenced mental health issues, referenced drug use)

•Reminiscence: Cellbit throughout the years. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death mentioned/referenced throughout, general Cellbit fuckery, highly repetitive narration)

#qsmp #qsmp lore #qsmp drabble #qsmp fanfiction

[sweetstove]

So… I know I’ve sent a lot of stuff about Bolas/ Philza so I’m sorry but I adore this AU and it’s so thought out- anyways-

Do Bolas members have their… special quirks? I guess? (This can be taken as either how Phil is an amazing storyteller or how he gets distracted by shiny stuff/ or anything really)

And does Phil have any affiliation with crows still? Or Roier with spiders?

Is this a human AU? Like are some members still hybrids or all humans?

Philza has a little pet crow! he found an injured one in a forest and decided to care for it, it sorta just got attached to him. and yes, his quirks remain.

Roier wants to own a spider, but he doesn't know if a tarantula would like him.

and all characters are humans

#qna #qsmp highschool au

[fyeah-anya-corazon]

Getting tangled in a web. A Madame Web, you could say - An Anya Corazón centric Madame Web review (SPOILERS AHEAD)

So, I originally did not planned to pay to watch MW (I did considered watching it later on for free if just to do a funny review), but my best friend wanted to watch it to roast it, so as meanwhile it was her I was like "I'm in".

(Completely unrelated, but adding to the MW watching experience, the top of the projection was off-screen as you can see, and it was like that for 20 minutes, so that was a great sign)

This is going to be focused entirely on Anya, so to give some quick thoughts about the movie itself that you've probably heard from other reviews: yeah, it's bad. We were making fun of it at the beginning but by the last hour we were bored and wanted it to end. The damn stolen taxi got laughs from us, so there's that.

Now, Anya.

Isabela Merced does a fine job with the material she's given. To the credit of the movie, she and Julia are the most likeable of the main protagonists, with Anya being the most sympathetic of the bunch. In what was the cringest secene in the film, were the girls dance to Toxic by Britney Spears on a restaurant's table (my friend was dying, since we're filmmaking students and she was lamenting that this was directed by a woman and she just keep saying that absolutely no girl would act like that and do that) she at least was the only who resisted the most from joining.

This version, as you could guess by her costume, is mostly based on the Marvel's Spider-Man 2017™ cartoon Anya.

She's an academic genius who spits out sciency words and sentences. Even her bolas here seem to have some tech-integrated in them, makingh them more like drones than her traditional ones, at least that's what they look like for like the three seconds they appear on-screen. They still failed to give her a pony tail.

Our first look of her is alongside the other Spider-Women in a future vision were they violently attack and murder in cold blood Ezekiel. They attack him at his apartment and throw him out of the building as they stare at him as he falls.

This is in contrast to her general depiction of her being in a constant struggle to give up to her vengeful tendencies.

TO THE FILM'S CREDIT, it also heavily implies that they were never going to kill him, but that "vision" represented how the Spider-Women trio would lead to his downfall. So if he never chased them he would still be alive in the future.

Now, among other changes...

In a previous post, I reacted strongly about the movie changing her nationality to Peruvian. I got responses saying that the reviewer was wrong and she wasn't peruvian in the film. Having seen the film, yes, i can confirm that she's not peruvian.... they still changed her nationality, though.

In the comics Anya is mexican from her mother's side and puertorrican from her father's. In the movie it's stated that her mom died when she was a child, while his dad was deported. This means that they did changed her nationality, since puertorricans are considered US citizens and therefore can't be deported. It's never stated where exactly she comes from. she's just generic latina.

Althought a illegal immigrant approach could potentially work, the movie does nothing with that beyond having it being a excuse for Anya to be adopted by Cassandra by the end of the movie. Let alone, the fact that the story of the latina character being an ilegal immigrant feels cliche by this point. Even more egregious, to contrast with the comic, her dad is a puertorrican highly respected reporter who was even hired by the Fantastic Four, turning him into a illegal immigrant pretty much added nothing to the story beyond having a orphan Anya.

Overall, in their attempt to make their own version of Anya, as well as shoehorn her into a movie that was not about her, we ended up losing one the most interesting and charming characters and origin stories that can hold a movie by her own.

At the end of it, this movie didn't improve Anya's perception to the general public, but it didn't hurt it either.

It tells you a lot that her cameo in Across the Spider-Verse got more people talking about her than this movie did.

#Anya Corazon #Madame Web #Arana #Araña #Spider-Girl #SpiderGirl

[skelemilk]

I keep forgetting to post these so here are 3 of my @d20zinejam pieces! The other 2 are super secret and you'll have to find them out yourself(D20 rarepair, D20 Met Sleepover zine)

Go support the bundle if you can as all the proceeds go to the entertainment community fund in solidarity with the sag/wga strikes!

Commentary/Ramble about each piece under the cut

Spider verse Piece:

Bob is frankly one of my favorite characters from any season. She's tough, but also canonically is not the book smartest of ladies and honestly? Great. Give me more Bobs dimension 20. Canonically literally perfect at most things and a charmer so I'd think that Bob wouldn't, really make any effort to hide her identity. Like everyone knows it's her. Everyone does but like she thinks she's hiding it so well and frankly she kicks so much ass they can't really find the energy to care. Her design was based off a bolas spider and golden orb weavers!

Met gala:

Not much to say except I think the entirety of the dream team would be feral if Kingston showed up in another suit. The flowers are meant to represent community and some of the patterning on the robe is meant to fourth of July fire work stuff because that's the holiday I personally associate the most (in it's ideal form) as a community holiday. Sneaking out or peering out through your balcony to watch people set off fireworks because no way in hell are you going to DC to watch a light show at this time of year.

Faerie fashion

Okay now this one I genuinely don't have much to say about. Mostly modeled them off stuff I saw on Pinterest and 1980s type fashion. I wish I knew how to draw feral expressions better however I don't soooooo. I think the funnest part of this piece was doing fables design as I imagine is only two expressions are big smile and bigger frown

#fable acofaf #acofaf #viscountess grabalba #kingston brown #the unsleeping city #barbarella sasparilla gainglynn #pirates of leviathan #d20 zine jam #d20