#octopus chandelier

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is so unique, octopus/kraken tentacles light fixture.

#octopus chandelier #tentacles chandelier #kraken chandelier #steampunk chandelier #other stuff

[thisblogdoesnotexisg]

some deaucalion inspo + one of my many failed ai art attempts at the crow chandelier because it looked cute

ID: [From left to right] [Top Row]A picture of Morrigan’s black paneled door that leads to wunsoc, a picture of a large building with an overgrown, extravagant rooftop and other buildings in the background, and apicture of coloured smoke from the smoking parlour. [Middle row] A picture of the golden lantern bathed in yellow light, a picture of a chair made out of curling octopus tentacles, and a picture of a wooden spiral staircase with a polished railing in dark lighting. [Bottom row] A picture of a black shiny crow perched on intricate black wiring with lightbulbs dangling from the outer points, a picture of two velvet magenta armchairs in a very elegant room that are cast in golden lighting from crystal chandeliers, and a picture of several more armchairs of the same colour around a table reflecting the light of a few candelabras mounted on the wall on either side of each doorway. [End ID]

#did i do it right? #did i do the ID right? #really hope i didn’t have to do anything special for it and it’s just writing because all i did was type out something i thought would be o #anyway most of these did not come out exactly how i invisioned but the lobby and the golden lantern worked well #i tried so many times to get that chandelier right so many times you have no idea #so i just gave up but i thought that little crow was adorable #the octopus armchair is meh but i think it looks kinda how i invisioned? #oh i used nightcafe ai art for all of this btw #nevermoor #wundersmith #the trials of morrigan crow #hollowpox #silverborn #the hotel deaucalion #is that how you spell it????

[emmastory]

a few of my favs from this oddities flea market a couple weeks ago. this year I took home some real treasures including mounted beetles from red scale for both me and my dad 🪲💀🪲

#oddities flea market #bloodmilk #red scale #miss havisham's curiosities #susan lloyd #wilder's living room #brooklyn taxidermy #octopus chandeliers #witchlyfe

[stuffuff]

#octopus #chandelier

[vermutandherring]

Hello! Love your builds. Wondering where I could find the chandelier from this post, and/or any other cc lighting recommendations you have?

This is probably my weakest part as I have quite a few lighting mods. I usually use the same lamps/candelabras/chandeliers from Felixandresims and TheJim07, which I always try to replace with something more interesting. So I myself am always in search of new beautiful lamps. The chandelier on the screen is from this set by DoroCash.

A bit more of my favorite mods that I can recommend:

FONTAINEBLEAU CHANDELIER SET by @the-regal-sim

DURANTE SET (DMC conversions) by Etheric - chandelier - wall lamp - candelabra (There's some shady addlink, I recommend to find it anywhere else or if you like it as bad as me, I can share it).

I also recommend to get Three Candelabra from DMC5 by @thejim07

ROSE CANDELABRA CANDELABRA 2 versions CHANDELIER FLOOR VAMPIRE CANDLES by @natalia-auditore

ANTIQUE CHANDELIER by @yumia-x

SUMMER IN THE HAMPTONS lamp & candle by @plushpixelssims ANTIQUE SET lamp by @hydrangeachainsaw

QUEENIE CHEETAH LAMP by @kiwisim4

OCTOPUS LAMP by @ars-botanica

CHINOISERIE COLLECTION - Chinese Riddle Lantern | Dynasty “Enlightenment” Lamp by @ts2tots4 - Asian lamps Sims 3 to 4 by @losts4cc I couldn't find where's the chandelier and wall light are from, but I think I can share them as well

DOLLOP O MATCH LAMP Set by DOT

If you need something a bit more modern:

LUMENS LIGHTING Set by @blueteas

SAMARA CHANDELIER from kitchen set by BlueTeas MODERNO set by @kerriganhouse

Other creators:

Onyxium: Inkster Lightings | Bakersfield Lightings | Phoenix Lightings | Alvaro Lightings

Severinka_: Monica lamp | Omega lamp | Sandra lamp | Fiora lamp | Angel Lighting (looks really good if you place several lamps side by side)|

Hope it helps~

#sims #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #ts4 cc finds #sims 4 cc finds #ts4 lighting #sims 4 lighting

[candied-peach]

the dark sides love each other, it's canon, thomas told me so himself /j ♡

[image description: marker art of janus, virgil, and remus, all relaxing on a giant grey multicolor-patched pillow, janus is wearing something close to his canon outfit, his emblem a hairpin in his hair, as he looks up at the other two behind the pillow, virgil's eyes are closed and he's collapsed over it, so you can see his hoodie sleeves and hands, remus is also in something close to his canon outfit, grinning and holding onto the pillow, an octopus pin in his hair, there is an orange sitting in front of the pillow, and above it all is a chandelier with little lamps representing janus, virgil, remus, and orange in order, a tentacle is wrapped around one side, and there is a spider dangling from the top]

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #anademus #anxdukeceit #dark sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil #janus #remus #tsart #orange #ok to rb #peach draws #📚 #🎨

[carnivorousyandeere]

Welcome to the Cliffside Inn; Kurtis Intro

Okay I can already tell that the poll is going to end with people wanting the beach babes so here is an intro for the resort itself as well as an intro for the most outgoing mer so far~

(Can’t decide if he should be octopus, jellyfish, or seahorse though 🤔)(Edit: jellyfish!)

A magnificent coastal resort, that had indeed started as a small inn, was renovated and expanded in the 1920’s and became a hit with stars and starlets of the age. Over the years, the new money crowds lost interest, but old money families still vacation there enough that the place can maintain its vintage decor and unique ambiance.

On a whim, you’d entered a contest for a free trip there. Never in a million years did you think you’d win— but you did. Now here you were, feeling like a fish out of water amongst the rich folk in the lobby, carrying your own threadbare luggage while valets and attendants trailed behind them, carrying luggage more expensive than a new car.

Seeing your distress, a young man waded from behind the front desk and through the crowd to you.

“Hey, you~! You must be one of our lucky new guests?”

You nodded tentatively, taking in his fuschia hair and the bellhop outfit he was wearing. You hadn’t seen any of the other workers with brightly colored hair and pierced ears, and he certainly seemed more relaxed then they were. Then again, the dyed hair could be a good sign that he’s just chill. Maybe there is no dress code policy here…?

He hummed happily. “It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m the son of the owner of this fine establishment. Might I help you with your bags?”

Of course. Those earrings did look expensive. You smiled politely, “No, thank you. I’ll be fine as soon as I get my room key.”

He pursed his lips, grabbing one of your bags and slinging it over his shoulder before you could protest. “Awww, come on, let me be a gentleman? It’ll make me look bad, letting a cute thing like you struggle up the stairs with all these.”

“What about the elevators?”

“Broken,” he sighed, looking mournfully across the lobby towards the elevators.

You watched as the door opened and people got off the elevator, then more people got in. You looked back at him, and he just shrugged, grinning. You were regretting entering that contest more and more.

He helped you up the stairs, and led you to your room, opening the curtains to show off the view and taking a minute to dramatically fluff your pillows for you. The man walked over to the door, and bowed with a wink, before leaving.

You were about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the door didn’t click shut— he poked his head in one more time. “Oh, I don’t think I got your name.”

You furrowed your brow but told him. How had he known your room number but not your name? “What’s yours?”

His thick eyebrows, also fuschia, shot up towards his hairline. “My apologies, valued guest! My name is—”

“Kurtis!” A tinny voice came through his earpiece loud enough that you could hear it across the room.

Kurtis winced. “Yes, Mom?”

More tinny noise, but not loud enough for you to make out more of the words. “Yes, I’ll be right there.”

He looked back up at you, eyes apologetic and smile tight. “Sorry about that. Duty calls! Please do give us a ring if you need anything, though~!”

And with that, he was gone. Now you could breathe more easily. What an overwhelming guy…

You sat back on the bed, feeling the expensive sheets under you. You almost felt bad even touching something so expensive… almost.

The air was surprisingly cold and dry for a building so close to a warm beach, especially a building as old as this one. Although you supposed they did have enough money to install a new AC system every year if they really wanted to. The decor was mostly in white and pastels, with shell-shaped sconces on the walls and even a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

You shivered, stress from the drive here and your arrival bleeding into an overwhelming exhaustion. You pulled the throw blanket from the end of the bed over yourself, and fell asleep.

#beachside resort #cliffside inn #oc Kurtis #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw

[cloudcountry]

8, 11, 24, and 28?

— @piratealt

thank you for the ask!!!! :D <3

8. do you screenshot any of the home screen dialogue? If so, what is your latest screenshot?

I DO I DO my latest screenshots from the home screen is the ruggie's birthday dialogue!!!! :D i haven't taken a home screen dialogue screenshot in a month oops.,.,.,.

11. favorite dorm uniform?

i hate sounding so biased but octavinelle. i can't help it. i love the purples and the black and the white (asexual core ofc i'm drawn to it LMAO) and the little shell azul has on his hat is so cute :((( the grey scarves are a bit boring though and i'm not sure why they wear those since they'd definitely get so irritating when serving. floyd's definitely gotten tangled up in his before. ESPECIALLY W THE LEECH TWINS BECAUSE IMAGINE LEANING DOWN TO HEAR SOMEONE BETTER AND THAT SCARF GETS IN THE WAY UGH

24. how would you decorate your bedroom?

hmm.,,.,.., since ramshackle is pretty fucked up tbh i think i would go looking for anything that looks even remotely dark academia-esque and decorate my room with that!!! a bunch of old books that may or may not be cursed and maybe a skull or two HELP

NUMBER 28 UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE IT GOT REALLY LONG

there are mentions of azul's backstory so spoiler warning if you aren't there yet!!

28. a song you’d recommend to your favorite character?

fuck FUCK OKAY I HAVE AN ANSWER FOR THIS BUT IT HURTS MY SOUL i would recommend that azul listen to "you are the moon" by the hush sound.

I WON'T DO A FULL BLOW LYRIC ANALYSIS I'LL KEEP IT SHORT I PROMISE

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone? The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

FUCKIYWEDJGHCFGJHFJGHFJGS okay so personally i think the leech brothers are genuinely friends w azul because they seem to genuine care about him DESPITE what they say, but azul thinks they'll overthrow him at any opportunity. other than idia azul doesn't seem to have many friends. he's all alone because his reputation isolates him and GAHHSHSJWFUYWE67z$&#$@%%^$@$&^#$&%^@

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

THIS IS SELF EXPLANATORY BUT......PLEASE. azul doesn't see himself the way me or his other fans do :(( he doesn't think he's good enough and he worries about being the clumsy, stupid octopus again (EVEN THOUGH HE NEVER WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!) the person he genuine is has been shattered into a million pieces because of everything he went through and he doesn't see himself realistically anymore.

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky You will see your beauty every moment that you rise

SEDWGHFEHWEGF IM GONNA CRY HELP ME. him seeing himself like its the first time, him realizing that he's worth it without his contracts and power, him realizing he can let go of the past,.,.., I KNOW THIS IS FAR INTO THE FUTURE BECAUSE IT STILL BOTHERS HIM BUT.,,..,,. i will be so proud when he gets there. i want him to know how much he's worth and be able to see his beauty every second of ever day and be able to say "i am beautiful" BECAUSE HE DESERVES TO FEEL LOVED AND WJGDFEKRGFERGGHJRGHEJHHRGJE GAHHHHHHH SOBBING CRYING THROWING A FIT I AM SO SAD RN

#ask games <3 #azul ashengrotto heart eyes

[abhainnwhump]

IMYM Chapter 6: Let's Get This Over With: Ink

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(Content Warning: Noncon kissing and noncon-to-dubious consent. It doesn't go any farther than kissing, but if you prefer to skip, it starts at "A black tendril banded his wrist to the paintbrush" and ends with "Eventually, Nightmare pulled away".)

Ink had been in here for less than five minutes and he already wanted to leave.

He was having such a fun time with the others before he remembered about this stupid date. He was winning Never Have I Ever, Cross was losing, and he a cup of amazing hot chocolate he almost finished. At least he had a rubber chicken battle with Epic to look forward to, that was going to be fun, way more fun than this.

Classical music streamed through the air along with the sound of chattering couples. Burning candles lit the room from a few black chandeliers. About three feet between each navy wall stood a curved white pillar. Almost all the velvet booths were full. Ink searched for Nightmare, but he couldn’t see the octopus anywhere.

The attendant he followed, a monster named Grillby, didn’t speak to him once as he led him through the restaurant. If you only saw his black and white suit vest, you would think he was human. His head and hands of blue fire wrecked the image. Even though his only feature was a pair of square glasses, Grillby looked remorseful. Like he was taking Ink to his funeral. He probably was.

Ink tried to make small talk with his guide. “So, how’s business been?”

Silence.

“Fascinating, I’ll need to keep that in mind.”

Grillby stopped in front of a round silver archway. A matching gray curtain with tiny star designs covered it, hiding whatever was inside. The fire monster peered in, said something, and then turned back to Ink. He drew the curtain open.

The first thing that jumped out to the artist was the massive window at the back of the room. Outertale’s tourist-worthy galaxy glittered with stars and planets, glowing purple against black. The other thing was that it was the type of room reserved for parties or gatherings, not like the rest of the place. Besides the size, the room had the same decorations as the previous one, except only one table was being used.

Nightmare sat alone, swirling a glass of red wine and absentmindedly watching the sky. His fancy outfit made Ink feel way underdressed. No, why was he thinking these things? The octopus was the last person he was going to look pretty for. It had to be his aura of hatred and misery making him think this way. While Dream’s aura lit up the room with hope and happiness, Nightmare’s was the dark mirror. He sensed the artist’s bitterness and gave him a smile, which would be welcoming if it was from anyone else. Well . . . yeah no, anyone would be better.

Ink looked over to Grillby for reassurance, but the fire monster disappeared. So much for that. At least he had Broomie. Worst comes to worst, he would need to fight him and make an escape portal. Holding tight to the brush’s handle, he walked over to the octopus.

Nightmare looked him over and greeted, “Hello, Ink. You look lovely tonight. How has your day been?”

The artist rolled his eye lights. “What do you want? Twenty gold says it’s not friendship.” Ink sat in the light gray chair. A glass of pink liquid shimmered in front of him.

“Straight to the point, are we?” Nightmare drank some of his wine. His tendrils curled and shifted behind him. “No, I’m not interested in friendship. I want something more.”

Ink raised his guard. He leaned a bit closer to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“No need to get so defensive. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble.” He gestured around the room. “I invited you here because I have an offer for you. But before I elaborate, you look so tense. How about you try to enjoy yourself?”

The artist followed his gaze to the pink wine glass. Keeping his eye lights on Nightmare, he took a cautious sip. Sweet, fruity, and cool, exactly how he liked it. It did taste a bit funny, but he had bigger problems at hand. Ink clicked his tongue. “This isn’t half bad- wait. How did you know I like rosé?”

Nightmare’s expression was unreadable. “Well, as I explained in the letter, I know many things about you.”

Ink gulped, not knowing how much or what he was talking about. “Like what?”

“Your favorite animal is a pomeranian, your favorite tool is acrylic paint, and you enjoy pop music. You don’t when your birthday is so you assigned it to April 15th, which is coincidentally World Art Day. Your usual coffee order is a large iced java chip cappuccino with dairy milk and an extra drizzle of mocha. If you run out of color and don’t drink your paints for over two weeks, you will fall into a comatose-like state. You are doomed never to die. Am I correct?”

Ink froze in place, one hand still while the other squeezed his wine glass. If he gripped it any harder, it would’ve shattered. The only reason he didn’t is because he didn’t want to deal with cleaning wine stains. Or glass shards making his hands and gloves rip and bleed more. “Uh . . . no, you’re spot on. How . . . how did you know all that?”

Nightmare smiled. “I’m glad you asked. You see, you’ve been my . . . passion project for the past four months-”

“MONTHS?”

He raised his right hand. “Keep your voice down, would you? It may be difficult for anyone to hear us, but I still don’t want them to get the wrong impression. Yes, months. I’ve been watching over you because have a plan for you. You’re special; those other Stars are nothing compared to you. The reason I brought you here is that I’m requesting you join my side. You would be powerful and feared by millions, the entire Doodlesphere could fall to your feet. I can teach you to use your powers to their full potential. And you would live a luxurious life in my castle. But your skills aren’t the only reason I fancy you.” Nightmare held Ink’s hand and rubbed his cold thumb over his palm. He wore a smug, but slightly awkward smile.

“I care about you, Ink. When I say I want you by my side, I don’t mean only as a lackey. I want you to be my partner, my . . . lover. It pains me to watch your potential used and wasted in my brother’s friendship club. Dream doesn’t deserve you. The multiverse doesn’t deserve you. Agree to be mine and you will rule beside me.”

Ink’s cheekbones erupted in rainbow blush and freckles, warm and fuzzy. So he was right, this was a date! Nightmare had a crush on him!

. . . Nightmare has a crush on him.

Stars, why did he think that was cute? This was Nightmare we’re talking about, king of darkness and his second worst enemy after Error! And he admitted he was a stalker! This had to be some kind of trap. Ink picked up his unfinished wine glass, swishing the bottom. It’s only one drink, not even a full one, why was he so tipsy? To be fair, he didn’t drink that often, but still. He felt weird . . .

Ink yanked his hand from Nightmare’s grasp, shaking his head to get rid of the blush. To his shock, there was no frostbite. Maybe he didn’t hold it there long enough. “Hold up, rewind to the part where you said you’ve been watching me.” He thought back to that weird feeling he had at the ice rink. A sick thought formed in his mind. “Have you watched me sleep?”

“Hardly ever, no more than ten times. I visit whenever you have nightmares. The negative energy helps me fight Dream’s pesky positivity shield so I can stay longer. Last night was one of those visits.” He paused and snickered. “I do enjoy watching you sleep. You sound like a kitten when you snore.”

The artist fought against the urge to vomit a paint puddle. The alcohol wasn’t helping. Now that he knew that little secret, he wasn’t going to sleep for a long time. He told himself to learn to sleep with one eye open, like a dolphin. Ink took another sip of his wine to calm down. He slammed it down and glared at him. “First of all, I don’t sound like a kitten! I know I snore, but I don’t sound like one! And second of all . . .” He got distracted by Nightmare’s eye light again. He never noticed how mesmerizing it was. Ink shook his head and snapped out of it. “Second of all, I don’t care how many pretty words you throw at me, I’m not working for you and I’m not going to be some . . . . some . . . trophy! Trophy boyfriend? Is that a thing? Whatever. I have standards, damn it!”

Nightmare pinched his nasal bridge and muttered something under his breath. The only words Ink caught were ‘kick in’. They were still enough for his bones to go cold and tingle. Another sick idea formed as his eye lights trailed back to his drink. To test his theory, he took a long drink of the rosé. That weird undertaste was still there. Except this time, he recognized the flavor.

Paint. His paint.

He set the glass down with a groan. Everything started to make sense, but it didn’t at the same time. “Wait, are you the one who - did you - you son of a - ugh!” Ink couldn’t collect his thoughts.

“Ink dear, please speak in full sentences. You’re embarrassing yourself.” His voice made it sound like he was talking to a confused child. Ink wanted to punch that smug smile off his face, but his head hurt too much.

The artist’s skull pounded as it fought the paint poison trying to give him emotions. Ironic, the one thing that made him feel alive was going to get him killed or worse. He had no idea what the octopus was going to do to him, but he knew it was something bad. He had to get out of this joint before the paint turned him into a simping mess. If his previous times were anything to go by . . . he threw up a small pool of ink in his hand. There was no way he was going to fall in love with him. Dream, he was the only person who could numb the paint and get him back to normal. Ink had to get to him. Wiping the paint on his jacket, he laughed with a voice crack.

“Look, this has been fun,” Ink started reaching for Broomie, “but I really have to get going. Nothing personal, I have a . . . painting I want to get done! Yeah, that’s it. Bu-but hey! We can do this another time-”

A black tendril banded his wrist to the paintbrush. Ink strained against it as two more tendrils wrapped around him. One strapped down his legs and the other encircled his neck, slipping beneath his scarf. The latter pushed his chin up to look Nightmare in the eye. They felt like icicles biting into his bones. Nightmare scowled, thinking something over. Ink pulled at his arms. “Hey, let me go! What are you-”

Without warning, Nightmare leaned in and kissed him, forceful yet slow. Ink’s eye sockets widened and he broke into a thrashing kicking frenzy. He struggled as hard as he could to get away, but the tendrils held him tight to the chair. Something cold and wet pressed against his teeth, trying to get in. What- oh, ew, ew, EW-

“Op it! Op it! Urk erff! ELP!” Ink tried to scream, but he could barely make a noise, much less call for help. He looked away as much as possible with the tendrils fighting his effort. Squeezing his hand into a fist, he imagined himself somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t here. Ink kept kicking and punching. Nightmare hummed in disapproval and cupped his freezing hand against Ink’s cheekbone. He pushed even harder. The artist gagged and gritted his teeth together. No way was he going to let him in. The empty party room finally made sense.

Nobody heard him. Nobody was going to help him.

Ink’s eye sockets burned.

Nightmare stroked his face gentler than he would have liked. For some reason, Ink wanted to lean into the touch. He wanted to return the kiss. He wanted to stop fighting. Maybe he was overthinking this. Nightmare wasn’t hurting him, his hand was too soft to be violent. The artist thought back to some of the romance movies he’d watched before, the ones with Dream and Blue. Weren’t surprise kisses a thing? How was this any different?

Because he’s your enemy and he tricked you into this! Ink’s thoughts yelled at him. Don’t fall for his mind games! It’s the paint talking, not you!

The Lord of Negativity opened his eye and gazed into Ink’s. It gleamed with . . . charm. That was the first word that came to his head. Ink’s nonexistent heart skipped a beat. Staring into his teal eye light, a giddy fuzzy feeling shook through his bones. Stars, Nightmare was hot, and he was an idiot for not realizing it earlier.

Ink gave in; he relaxed and stopped resisting. He had never kissed someone before, much less with tongues. If he made a bet on who would be his first, he would’ve never chosen Nightmare. He was pretty good at it too, which made Ink wonder how many times he’s kissed someone. Wait, who else would he date? Nevermind. Nightmare tasted like a bitter apple cider, tangy with a hint of sweetness. The pounding in his skull stopped.

Eventually, Nightmare pulled away. His tendrils finally let Ink go, but the feeling of the cold stayed. Ink sunk a bit in disappointment. He wouldn’t have minded if the kiss went on a little longer, even if he was getting dizzy. Weird, a few minutes ago, he wanted to break his skull. Now? He wanted Nightmare to wrap him in his arms and hold him there forever. Would that be warm or cold . . . ?

Nightmare dabbed Ink’s eye sockets with a napkin. “I knew you would like it.” He set the candle back in place. The orange light glowed below his skull, making him look more villainous than usual. “Now, I’m going to ask again. Do you agree to belong to me?”

Ink caught his reflection in his glass. Instead of his usual green circle and yellow star, he had pink hearts. An annoying voice in the back of the artist’s mind told him it was a trap. He should run away before something worse happens. Ink ignored it. It’s probably because he’s never been in a relationship before. This was all new to him. “Agreed. I’m all yours on only one condition.”

Nightmare raised a browbone, holding his fingers together. “And that is?”

“I don’t want you to be ordering me around all the time. I’m fine with the battle training, but I don’t just want to be some weapon or arm candy. I want to still get love and cuddles and boxes of chocolate, or whatever couples do. I don’t know. I want people to know we’re together and I want to help you be evil!” Ink nestled Nightmare’s hand into his cheekbone. The cold didn’t bother him as much.

Nightmare considered his offer. He stayed quiet for a long moment, his only movement being his eye jumping around the room. His smile twitched on the last bit about wanting to help him. “Excellent. I can’t make any promises, but . . . very well, I will figure something out. But you are not to tell a single person about us.” He adjusted his cravat. “Now, how about we enjoy a nice steak dinner and take the time to get to know each other? It will be so much easier now that you see me as an ally.”

Ink shook with excitement. In one night, he was going to join the VSS, and have the most perfect boyfriend in the multiverse. The pink in his eye lights glowed brighter. He stared at Nightmare for the rest of the night, imagining his new future.

#imym #it's whump central from this point on #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #creepy/intimate whumper #ink x nightmare #nightink #nightmare sans #ink sans #inkmare #undertale #undertale au #dream sans #underverse #whump fanfiction #whump fic #mind control whump #kind of #whumper x whumpee #drugged whumpee #tw assault

[hometoursandotherstuff]

It’s time to revisit photographer turned novelty chandelier maker, Adam Wallacavage’s Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 1890 brownstone, b/c it celebrates spooky season all year.

Before he purchased his home, he lived in a tiny apartment across the street from famed stained glass artist Judith Schaechter. Her house was his original inspiration.

From there, he graduated to making sculptural lighting, then showing at the Jonathan LeVine gallery in NYC and all over the world.

Unlike Judith’s house, Adam’s was missing all the ornamental elements as it was modernized in the 1940s.  It was dirt cheap, so he didn’t have a place worth restoring but a place worth customizing.

He tore down walls and rebuilt the layout similar to the original design, making molds and casting plaster and turning the place into a Victorian style freak show.

After visiting the Royal Pavilion in Brighton, United Kingdom just a few months after closing on the house, he found his path to what he wanted his interior to be based on.

He describes his style as a mixture of the beach towns Wildwood, New Jersey and Cape May, New Jersey.  Wildwood is known for kitschy ’50s neon and mid-century modern motels. Cape May is known for its gingerbread Victorians.

He’s proudest of the first room he did, which was inspired by Jules Verne’s “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.” It’s the room that he made the first octopus chandelier for.

Chandeliers are how he makes his living now.

He was broke when got the place, but was able to do things like bling it out in ornamental plasterwork with help from a friend who has a plaster studio and let him borrow from her extensive rubber mold collection. 

There’s a perfect long decal for fridge.

Adam says that a backpack vacuum cleaner is the best thing he ever bought to dust the house.

Adam’s advice: Don’t be afraid of messing stuff up. It can always be redone.

And don’t be afraid of what people are going to think. Do it for yourself first and not for trying to impress others.

Being pretentious works in what you do as well as what you don’t do that’s not yourself or true to your vision.

It’s okay to emulate others but always give credit to those who inspired you and try to put a spin on it.

Adam says that his home is basically a show room for his chandeliers. His studio is on the third floor as well.

His biggest indulgence is the second floor greenhouse and backyard.

It’s not finished or really started on yet, but the room under the greenhouse is going to be the seashell grotto room.

Adam’s fabulous Victorian fish tank and goldfish.

Adam’s absolute best home secret is to let your freak flag fly.

If you are remodeling, Adam says to mess with what you are getting rid of, for practice.

What a beautiful back garden.

https://www.apartmenttherapy.com/adam-wallacavages-south-philadelphia-home-37137656

#artist's home #victorian brownstone #artsy decor #unique decor #long post

[viviennevermillion]

Phineas and Ferb theme song but it’s about NRC

reposting this bc I’m deleting my archived sideblogs

Ace and Deuce: There’s 180 days of Night Raven College

Till summer break comes along just to end it

So the annual problem of folks with one braincell

Is finding a good way to spend them

Like maybe

Idia: Building a robot

Ace and Deuce: Or fighting an overblot

Or scaring kids at Halloween

Waking up students who just want to sleep

(Leona and Silver in the background: Hey!)

Idia: Complaining ‘bout class through a screen

Ace and Deuce: Surfing Magicam,

Stopping a ghost wedding

Or tricking an octopus brain

(Azul about to overblot: I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!)

Grim: Finding a tasty stone

Ace and Deuce: Breaking a chandelier

And driving our dorm heads insane 

(Montage of Riddle, Leona, Azul and Vil looking done with life)

As you can see there’s a whole lot of stuff to do before we get expelled

So stick with us if we are still alive after Riddle yelled

Riddle: HEADMASTER CROWLEY, ACE AND DEUCE ARE MAKING A MEME ABOUT OUR SCHOOL ON THE INTERNET

#twisted wonderland #twst shitpost #twisted wonderland shitpost #ace trappola #deuce spade #idia shroud

[a-crow-ready-for-a-murder]

TOWARD HOME

Hey everyone, here's another twst fic. This time in 2nd person with the reader feels homesick and decides to visit nrcs wish granter. Hope you enjoy. Also I reference the readers mom as their familial contact and I know that isn't for everyone so I tried to keep it brief so you don't get taken out of the story.

If anyone were to confront you and ask what you were thinking, logically, you couldn’t answer. What lapse in judgment could have possibly led to the notion that this was a good idea?

Even if you wanted to answer, you probably couldn’t even look them in the eye, so with eyes trained on the floor you opened one of the doors to the underwater cafe. Perhaps you could say that you couldn’t see where you were, no one would question it upon seeing your swollen red eyes, still raw from a night of crying. Perhaps you could say you were sick and not thinking clearly, you certainly looked sickly as you wrapped your arms around yourself with each sluggish step. Monstro lounge wasn’t too busy, only a few regulars were scattered about. Amidst the tranquility you spotted two familiar figures standing by a hallway opening. Specifically the hall that led to the VIP room. You took one calming breath as you quickened your pace in their direction. Rather than give attention to disappearing nerve you focused on finding your voice that had been gone this morning. The distance between the door and the twins wasn’t as far as it had looked but before you could even croak out a word, the calmer of brothers, Jade, nodded towards the direction of the door in the middle of the hall. “He’s in his office.”

They knew why you were here. Of course they did. If nothing else the twins and their boss knew what a desperate soul looked like. Your voice was still absent as far as you could tell, so you nodded your thanks as you walked past them.

Your good sense may have abandoned you, but your manners certainly didn’t. Stopping in front of the dark, wooden door. One that for its simplicity, felt so ominous if you knew of the man on the other side of it. Looking back at the way you came, you took a brief moment to ask yourself if you wanted to do this. Although the chill in your spine tried to warn you to run, and the numbness in your legs wanted to hold you back from the room on the other side of the door, you steeled yourself and raised a shaky fist to knock.

The sharp noise of knuckles hitting wood echoed around you as you knocked three times and waited. When no response immediately came you began to wonder if you should try another time, more than likely though it was your fear finally starting to burrow its way into the forefront of your mind. ‘No’ you thought to yourself as you shook your head in hopes of clearing the sensation like some sort of etch and sketch. You were about to raise your hand to knock again when you heard a familiar baritone through the door “Come in.”

You realized then that it had only been a few seconds since your first knock. With another deep breath, you twisted the door knob, the quiet click gave way to the door swinging open slowly.

There he was. Hunched over his desk scribbling away at a pile of papers stacked high enough to be mistaken for a phone book. His glasses were perched near the end of his nose as the cerulean eyes behind them scanned page after page. His silver locks would move slightly as he flipped through the papers, framing his face as he frowned in concentration. The room itself was quiet with only the sound of his pen scratching paper, the light from the octopus shaped chandeliers illuminating the walls of bookshelves categorized alphabetically for the rows and rows of books that lined them. In the center of the room were 2 leather couches facing each other with a fish tank glass table between them, tied together by periwinkle carpeting.

Azul didn’t look up as you entered, and as you stood awkwardly in the doorway you found yourself watching his gloved hand glide over the papers. It almost looked like he wasn’t writing anything, just skimming over whatever was on the paper, if you were a bit more awake you might’ve squinted to see if he was but at the moment, you were just entranced by the motions.

“Close the door, please” his voice snapped you out of your trance

“Hm? Oh! Right, sorry” you stammer as you close the door behind you

He still hadn’t looked up when he spoke to you but after you closed the door he put down his pen next to the mountain of papers and rubbed his eyes. Even after closing the door you didn’t further enter the room, still feeling awkward about being there to begin with. Azul readjusted his glasses before looking at you curiously “Ah, prefect. What brings you here?”

“I, uhm….Well…” You hadn’t really planned out what your were going to say but you knew filling the room with dead air wouldn’t help the anxiety that was rapidly creeping up your neck. While you were trying to form your sentences, Azul seemed to study you, no doubt he recognised the exact kind of miserable state you were in and probably didn’t need an eloquent speech on what was bothering you, so with a small sigh you gave up on any sort of impressive wording and just came out with it. “I want to know if you can help me.”

Azul didn’t say anything for a moment. His face didn’t change but if you had to guess, you would probably say he was considering you. After the incident with his overblot you two were cordial enough, even after everything that had happened over winter break you still wouldn’t say you were friends, but as far as you knew there was no bad blood of any kind though no doubt he was still wary, just as he was with everyone. You weren’t hiding anything. You had no ulterior motive, or hidden agenda, you were just a sad soul who didn’t really have many options. Your friends couldn’t help you, the headmage wouldn’t help you, you even doubted Azul could help you but at this point you were more than willing to try.

After a moment Azul stood up from his desk and waved his hand in the direction of the couches. You nodded and went to sit down on the one closest to the door you came in from while Azul sat on the one across from you. “What can I do for you?” He asked

You fidgeted with your hands as you started to speak, your voice feeling like it was emerging from a hundred year sleep, “I’ve been here for months, and Crowley is supposed to be finding a way to send me home but….” you sighed and sat forward before continuing “Everyone is talking about break and seeing there families but I can’t even let mine know that I’m okay. And I get that it’s hard considering there’s no record of where I’m from but…it’s getting even harder to get through a day. I keep waking up hoping that maybe today I’ll wake up in my own bed and all this will be a weird dream but…” Azul listened silently as you spoke, his face remained impassive even as tears began to fill your eyes. You wiped them away and took a deep breath, it was now or never. “I’m not here to ask if you know how I can get home, but with all this magic and advanced tech, I was wondering if, maybe there was a way I could, I dunno call my family? Or even…Just write to them?”

When Azul didn’t say anything your nerves came back full force “I understand it’s a complicated request, and I totally get if you can’t do it or if it’s not something you know of, and I’m not trying to waste your time but-”

Amidst your tidal wave of words Azul leaned forward and reached out his hand to gently take hold of yours “Y/N.”

This stopped your rant and you found yourself feeling silly for the outburst but as you looked at him you noticed that he was entirely calm. Instead of seeming annoyed or perturbed he looked… empathetic, like he understood your plight and wanted to help you. No doubt a look he perfected for his unsuspecting customers, you had to wonder how many people got lured in by it, only to realize they stepped into an iron clad trap with the simple stroke of a pen. Every nerve in your body told you to guard yourself against that look, but in that moment, that look was like a pillow among the stony, dismissive expressions you tended to get from Crowley. Even if it was fake, it was still welcomed as you collected your thoughts before saying. “I just figured I’d ask since…let’s face it, I don’t have much to lose.”

Azul responded with a quiet hum as he retracted his hand to clasp with his other one while he rested his elbows on his knees. “Well it is definitely a difficult request” he said simply

You looked down, “Yeah, I figured, thanks anyways” you said about to get up

“It’s probably not impossible though” Azul continued

You stopped, a faint swell of something that’d been lost over the months “What?”

“The dark mirror can connect to many places, distant lands, undiscovered territories, under the ocean, and it was what brought you here to begin with. So if it was able to reach your realm then there’s a chance other interconnecting relics can too”

He raised a good point, “However, the mirror itself uses a vast amount of magic, so much so that the mirror goes into repose after for three months”

“So it can’t be anything on that big of a scale?” you asked

“Basically.”

“So something like a cell phone could do it without big repercussions?”

“In theory”

The swelling in your just got bigger, so big it threatened to spill, likely as another storm of tears. Could it work? Could you really be able to reach home? Was it safe to entertain this idea, to even have hope? You couldn’t help it, nor did you try to stop the smile that was taking your face by force. However your reverie was broken by Azul clearing his throat “the thing is, prefect, I’m still running a business here.”

You almost laughed but managed to suck in your lips at the last second. In your moment of unbridled joy you’d completely forgotten about the other shoe. “What do you want?” you asked, trying not to let your bitterness show

“It is a big request, so a payment of equal value would be in order.”

You had a pretty good guess as to what he was talking about. “Ramshackle?”

“You catch on quick.”

“Azul, the last time we had this talk, you left me homeless. Are you seriously trying to do that to me again?”

“You don’t have much else to offer I’m afraid.”

“I mean, I could work at the lounge.”

“For way longer than we’re both here at school.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You weren’t business oriented by any means but you knew that even if this succeeded you still needed a place to live and you didn’t have enough rapport with any dorm to become an actual resident, you had to think. With a subtle click of your tongue you opted to try the one thing you knew from all your years watching tv. “I’d like to negotiate.”

Azul’s cool, businessman composure cracked into an amused smirk, with how little you knew of contract law he could have easily said no and you’d never question it. Yet in a weird twist of fate he chuckled “negotiate? All right, what would you suggest?”

Maybe he was in a good mood, maybe your hubris impressed him, maybe he was struck by the spirit of benevolence itself, who knows? But now you had to work fast before the window closed.

You went over everything you could offer but none matched the scale of what you were hoping to get. “Well…” At the very least you needed to stall while you threw together a plan. Any plan.

“You did say it’s a long shopt, so there’s a chance this won’t even work.”

“I did, yes”

“What then?”

“Then the deal is off with my deepest apologies.”

“Has that always applied?”

“Yes.”

“Has it ever…happened? Where you couldn’t hold up your end?”

“No. This is the first deal I’m making with any kind of uncertainty”

“Really? Why? Does Ramshackle mean that much to you?”

“One part Ramshackle, another part academic curiosity”

“To see if it can be done at all?”

“Pretty much.”

“And if you succeed? Apart from helping me, what happens?”

“Well the possibilities there are endless, from scholarships to business opportunities”

“Do I get a partial credit? Or just a mention?” you smiled hoping your statement sounded like a joke, or at least enough of one.

“Is that what you wish to negotiate?”

You were about to speak but then it hit you. Shared credit….Shared custody….Shared building!

“No, I actually wanted to offer split custody of the dorm.” You weren’t sure if ‘custody’ was the word but perhaps if you sounded confident enough he wouldn’t take too much note.

“Really?” There was laughter in his voice, he was clearly enjoying this.

“Well the way I see it, You only really need the ground floor, with the lounge and kitchen, there’s no real need for the upstairs.”

“Yes, the plan was to take out the upstairs floor in favor of a higher ceiling”

“Okay, but what if we did this; have the main floor as the cafe and the upstairs as my living quarters, you’d have night security, clean up…”

“If that’s really all you provide I’m not seeing how this brings anything special.”

It’s true, it didn’t. So you had to think what you, exclusively, could bring.

“What about the ghosts? They were there before me and we’ve actually become good friends. If Grimm and I leave, they might get lonely again and start terrorizing customers, what then? Are you going to kick them out of the only home they’ve ever known?”

At this Azul put a hand on his chin thoughtfully and you knew you’d found your foot hold.

“Not to mention the Gargoyle club. They come around often to admire the ramshackle gargoyles and I don’t think Malleus will be happy to see them gone, but if I’m living upstairs you could say it was my request and you were too benevolent to say no.”

You didn’t like dropping the Fae princes name for anything, but you were grasping at any straws you could at this point. “Plus, after living there for so long I know how the building is and so I know all the handy tricks for the heat, stove, lights and all that stuff. So for letting me live in above your new cafe you get ghost control, a gargoyle alibi, and old building maintenance all for free.” You hoped dearly that the free part of your offer tipped the scales in your favor.

Azul looked like he was holding back some laughter, whether it was for pretenses or out of guilt for finding your desperation funny was beyond you but you didn’t much care so long as it actually worked.

“I can’t say I disagree with your argument, however the cost of building a separate apartment would cost more than simply tearing out the upper floor.”

You bit back the aggravated groan that was starting to rise. “Uhm…well…”

“So here’s a counter offer. If I succeed in holding up my end of the deal, I get the lower floor, all that you’ve offered AND you working at the new cafe. For free of course.”

“Do I get a lunch break and coffee?”

“Half hour lunch break, discounted goods.”

“Further discount for overtime?”

“Depending on what.”

“Probably coffee.”

“Then yes.”

“Deal.”

Azul stood to begin drawing up the contract and while you thought over everything, you found yourself calling out to him. “Hey, Azul”

“Yes?”

“Whether this works or not. I’m…I’m glad you’re giving it a shot” You looked down as you said it in case some tears got brave behind your eyes. You hadn’t noticed Azul’s gentle smile as he answered “let’s hope it works.”

Weeks had passed and turned into months since you’d made the deal with Azul, and that time you’d seen him talking quite a lot with Ortho and the tablet Idia used to attend classes on his behalf. It made sense to talk to the technomancers but you found yourself very surprised when you went to the library and found him having an animated discussion with Lilia, who seemed just as excited.

Each new day you thought more about home, how your family was doing. If a lot of time had passed. If they knew somehow that you were alive, or if they were trying to move on without you. At first you didn’t mind the wait. The task was complicated and you had classes to think about. But as time went, it began to eat away at you until anticipation turned into anxiety.

You were pacing the floor of the ramshackle dorm, wondering if you should check how things were going. It had been 4 months since you’d signed the contract and now everything was just a waiting game for you. Azul wasn’t really one to provide updates and that alone made you even more anxious. You had just decided to go to Octavinelle when there was a knock at your door. Admittedly you ended up running to open it, the anticipation filling your veins with an unbearable amount of nervous energy as you swung the door open with maybe a little too much force.

Azul stood calmly on the other side, his expression gave nothing away as you stood face to face. “Good morning, y/n.” He said

“Hey.” You said breathlessly

“May I come in?”

“Yeah, sorry. Right this way.”

Upon closing the door behind you, Azul followed you to the living room, taking in the layout of the dorm as he did. “How have you been?” He asked

“Oh you know, class, chores, whatever category you put Ace and Grimm in, you?”

“Quite busy but feeling just as fulfilled” As he spoke, Azul reached into his coat pocket and pulled out what looked to be an old cordless phone from, if you weren’t mistaken, the 90’s. It was jet black and looked sort of blocky. If anything it reminded you of the one from the movie ‘Scream’ and you had to wonder how he’d fit that into his pocket. “Is that…” you asked

“Yes. The first model of the interconnected phone, ready for its first test.”

You looked at it slack jawed. You’d believed it was possible, but to see it in front of you was almost like a dream. You were debating on pinching yourself just to see if anything happened. Azul, however, was unfazed by your gaping and went on to explain “after much trial and error, we’d finally made a device strong enough to reach further than twisted wonderland as we know it and keep a signal. There’s no guarantee it will reach your world but it’s the best model so far. We’ve tried many different number combinations to reach other realms and we believe yours would be number 17.”

There it was again. The swelling, the same one that threatened to overflow through your eyes. As you eyed the phone you could feel your heart beat getting erratic. Was this it? Was this the day you would finally hear their familiar voices. “Try to temper your expectations though. There’s still no guarantee since it is still technically a tester. But still, I look forward to hearing the results.” With that, Azul handed you the phone. You smiled as you accepted it yet there were too many emotions going through you to be able to speak, so you let your tears fall as you nodded enthusiastically. Azul smiled in return and wished you luck as he headed out while all you could do was wave. It was finally the moment of truth.

The next day at school you sought Azul out, you found him during lunch and made a beeline for him. “Hey, Azul.”

“Ah, prefect, and how are you today?”

“I’m good, actually I was wondering. Are you busy this evening? Around dinner time?”

“Hmm not to my knowledge, why?”

“Uhm well, you worked super hard on that favor for me so I wanted to ask if you wanted to come by for dinner, nothing too fancy, just a homemade thing.”

Azul eyed you suspiciously, but figured you weren’t lying. Not to mention it certainly was better than coffee and an apple, which admittedly had been most of his meals in the past few months. “All right, what time?”

“Seven works.”

“Sounds good, see you then.”

“See you.” then you turned and left with a quick wave, leaving him feeling more than a little curious.

When Azul arrived at Ramshackle he seemed as aloof and confident as always where as you were almost bouncing as you opened the door. “Hey” you said “Dinner has just been plated, I hope you’re hungry”

You lead him to the kitchen where a savory smell greeted his nose. As he sat at the old yet spotless table he looked over at the counter where 2 plates sat, the still steaming food looking amazing to him who hadn’t eaten since lunch. You wasted little time bringing the plates and cutlery over and after some small talk you both dug into your meals. The food was delicious, and each ingredient that danced on his palette held just the right amount of spice or seasoning, it felt like a dish that would be served for a family dinner, it radiated warmth and a sense of comfort. “This is very good.” He said

“Thanks, my mom made it a lot at home, it’s actually my favorite thing of hers.”

“Really? I thought you didn’t know the recipe.”

You smiled broadly “I didn’t.”

Azul paused and looked at you so you continued “At least, not until last night.”

It took him a few seconds to realize what you meant but when he did, his eyes widened and he gasped “You mean?”

You couldn’t hold it anymore, you let out a small laugh as tears streamed down your cheeks “It worked, Azul, it really worked. It’s been so long since I heard moms voice…” you said as your voice cracked.

He was bewildered, he actually took a moment to let it sink in “It worked” he said quietly before clasping his hands together in delight “I’m so glad.” Now you had your hand over your mouth as you both sobbed and laughed. Even he was beginning to feel tears forming in the corner of his eyes, he took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Well that’s good to hear. I guess I own part of ramshackle now.” He was more trying to sober himself, since this was usually the part where people’s joy turned to anger. He braced himself for you to start yelling but you never did, instead you stood up and threw your arms around his still sitting form “That’s fine by me.” You said. He was stunned, he didn’t move, he almost didn’t breathe as you hugged him tightly and said “Thank you, Azul. Thank you so much.”

His composure gave out, he couldn’t really define the feeling in his chest but he didn’t mind it, nor did he mind the tears that were falling. Not this time, anyway. With a shaky breath, he wrapped his arms around you and returned the hug. “You’re welcome.” He whispered.

#twisted wonderland fanfic #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #reader insert #platonic #light angst #twisted wonderland azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland azul #twst azul

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this New York Times story:

Dr. Cameron Clifford, a dentist in Edmond, Okla., said his son Cal, 9, has been infatuated with octopuses since he was 3 years old. “Every birthday, every Christmas, every holiday, he would always say: ‘All I want is an octopus,’” Dr. Clifford said.

For a while, the family nurtured Cal’s interest by buying him octopus toys and octopus T-shirts, dressing him as an octopus for Halloween and taking him to aquariums to see live octopuses.

Then, last October, Dr. Clifford sprang for the real deal.

He ordered his son a California two-spot octopus to keep as a pet in a tank in his bedroom. It arrived via UPS in a bag of water packed inside a cardboard box on Oct. 11, Cal’s ninth birthday. Cal named it Terrance.

Unbeknown to the family, Terrance was a female, who released what Dr. Clifford described as “a chandelier” of puffy little eggs in December. He assumed the eggs were unfertilized until one night in February, when, while cleaning the tank, he picked one up and examined it closely

“I accidentally popped it, and this droplet comes out and spreads out these tiny tentacles and does three swim strokes across my viewpoint,” he said. “It was absolutely shocking.”

Over the next week or so, 49 more hatchlings emerged from their eggs, setting off a rush by the family to keep the tiny octopuses alive and find them homes. Dr. Clifford has been documenting the experience on TikTok, where some of his videos have received more than two million views. Viewers have responded with crying and heart emojis.

“It’s expensive, wet chaos,” said Dr. Clifford, 36, who has spent thousands of dollars on tanks, water filters, water chillers, crabs, snails and clams in an expanding cephalopod aquarium that briefly took over part of a bathroom in the family home. Among other challenges, he has had to contend with a small electrical fire and about 10 gallons of saltwater that spilled on the carpet of his son’s bedroom.

Dr. Clifford said he has managed to keep about 24 of the octopus hatchlings alive, with the help of a friend who is keeping them at a property he owns. Even in the wild, scientists say, very few hatchlings survive.

#octopus #Terrance the Octopus

[arcadewonder]

Im obsessed with you style! Its so whimsical and gothy! I know you have probably already been asked this, but the octopus chandelier, where can I find? and if it isnt to much, your most recent post, the castle shaped cabinet? is that part of the sims game?

thank you for the the kind words anon! you can find the chandelier/light here. the cabinet came is from the game itself, it comes with vampires. <3

#wcif

[ask-spidersisters]

Got You

Scarlet Spider rolled in through the bedroom window and onto a messy floor, quickly popping up to her feet before making her way to the desk, throwing open drawers and flipping over papers almost frantically.

Come on! Anything please!

The attack happened a couple hours ago and it was the only thing being shown on the news.

“Dr. Octopus Strikes! Five missing! Ten dead! Dozens wounded!”

The pit in her stomach grew as she threw her hands up in the air, grabbing the sides of her head in frustration. Although the media hasn’t released the names of those missing, Scarlet Spider knew who they were. Two of them were Tara and Teddy. OsCorp must have found out about them being symbiote hosts. She could only guess who the other three were. Gabriel the host of the Carnage symbiote and his friends Gareth, the vampire, and Anthony, Tangle Web.

This was coordinated.

Scarlet Spider recognized, releasing her hands from the sides of her head, taking in a deep breath to ground herself.

Focus. You can’t change the past but you can change the future.

She narrowed her eyes, walking out of Tara’s room and into the hallway. She then realized she had never actually been in the William's house before, only going in Tara’s room once to give her the symbiote files. The place was huge. It’s a mansion, they were rich, and Scarlet had no idea where she was going.

Her spider sense snapped her out of her train of thought, compelling her body to jerk to the right as a bullet lodged itself into the wall just behind where she was standing seconds before.

Crap.

She sprung herself into the air, sticking to the ceiling as a blast of compressed air was shot at her.

“Been a while bug.”

“Herman.”

The Shocker emerged flanked by several armed soldiers, guns aimed and fingers steady on the triggers.

“And how much is Octavius paying you for this one?”

She could practically see the man’s smirk behind his metal mask.

“Enough.”

Another blast of compressed air, Scarlet just barely managed to dodge it as the soldiers opened fire. A bullet grazed her side as she ran down the hallway. She unclipped a smoke bomb from her belt, turning around for a second to chuck it as The Shocker’s face right as he was aiming his gauntlets for another shot. It connected with The Shocker’s mask making a soft “clink!” Then exploded, filling the hallway with smoke. Shocker shouted out half in surprise and half in anger. Scarlet ran. Throwing herself down the center of a winding stairwell as The Shocker cleared the smoke with several aggressive bursts from his gauntlets. She shot a web at a chandelier and swung herself forward as the gunfire started up again behind her.

Watch out!

She released the web and dropped down as The Shocker caught up, releasing several bursts that collapsed the ceiling the chandelier was attached to. She webbed up a piece of the rubble and with a shout threw it back at him. Shocker dodged, the rubble instead slamming into two soldiers who were behind him. With superhuman speed she darted forward, snapping her fist at his neck. The Shocker let out a choked gasp as he collapsed onto his knees, hands coming up to grasp his throat as Scarlet flipped onto his shoulders. Soldiers opened fire at her, which she dodged by launching off the Shocker’s back, knocking him face first onto the ground and throwing herself back up through the hole in the ceiling, where she made her way back to Tara’s room and out the window.

-(+)-

Herman Schultz wheezed, bringing himself up onto his knees as he rubbed his bruised throat.

“Well that was certainly entertaining.”

Herman clenched his teeth as the voice filtered in through his comm line, having to gasp in some more air before he could defend himself.

“I can still do it. I just need to draw her out-“

“Oh there’s no need for that Herman.”

-(+)-

Scarlet Spider slipped back into her bedroom window, ripping off her mask and shooting a web at the med kit on her desk and bringing it towards her. The map on her laptop lit up as a blinking red dot on it started to move. The spider tracer she slipped onto The Shocker when she rushed him indicating it was on the move, fast. She sat down, pulling up her suit to patch up her bullet graze. Her left leg bouncing as she put a bandage over the small cut.

“Got you bitch.”

#metal mirrors arc #spidersona #writing #tw swearing #tw violence #tw guns #tw death mention #tw kidnapping mention #67889 Doc Ock #67889 shocker