furry spider

how can people say vriska did nothing wrong when she canonically:

-plays league of legends unironically
-cloud main
-thought kanaya had a crush on tavros like what the fuck
-calls people a cuck
-is herself an actual fucking cuck
-killed troll john kennedy
-probably uses green text format outside of 4chan
-runs Windows 8 unironically
-shattered pink diamond
-les8ian
-all of those “nipples 8fold” posts scarred me for life
-says “top kek” even tho its not in her quirk or anything shes just a tool
-probably a fuck8oi
-murdered thousands
-she has a spidersona. she tried to RP w nepeta with her spidersona. that convo in alterniabound wasnt even the first time. shes a goddamn spider furry.
-by extension: probably into vore

egreed  asked:

Is there a hierarchy within the spiders like there is for bees and ants? Alternatively, consider: p. Audax acrobat B^)

While it’s not unusual to find spiders living socially within settlements, they don’t depend on a social structure to operate under as much as the hive bugs do. In that regard they’re much more independent.

And here you go!

like I said, there’s more to come.
they are so much fun to draw, @polarspaz!
I might color this one, I’m not sure yet though. pete got a little suit update here, since he might be more comfortable without gloves and shoes on with his thick fur.

anonymous asked:

Can I get Ketch and a Spider?

“It’s in the house,” you whispered into the phone.

“Where are you?” Ketch asked, and you could hear the panic in his voice as he gunned the engine of the Bentley.

“I’m in the bedroom closet. I think it’s still in the bathroom. Hurry up Arthur, please!”

“I’m driving as fast as I can Y/N.  Were you able to determine what it was?”

“No! As soon as I saw it I ran” you screeched. “I’m a hunter but I can’t handle that. I need you…”

“Stay calm Duck, I’m almost there.”

You heard the squealing of brakes in the driveway and the front door being kicked in.  Dropping the phone, you stepped out of the closet as Arthur came running into your bedroom, gun out and knife tucked in his belt.

He pointed to the bathroom and you nodded. “I think it’s still in there.”

Throwing himself against the door to open it, Ketch stepped into the bathroom with his gun at the ready.  Peeking into the closet and the shower stall he turned to look back at you. “Nothings in here, are you sure it didn’t leave the bathroom?”

Legs shaking, you walked in the room behind him, placing your hands on his back. “No, it was in the bathtub.”

Reaching out you pulled the shower curtain back again, a blood curdling scream leaving your lungs as your ran backwards out of the bathroom. “It’s in the tub!”

Looking down in the bathtub, Ketch saw the small, furry black spider. “This is what attacked you?”

You could hear the anger in his voice as he picked the spider up and threw it in the toilet. “You scared me to death. I thought you were in danger and it was a  spider?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him. “But now you are my hero,” you whispered against his lips. “And a hero always gets rewarded for rescuing the damsel in distress.”

Impossible Girl - Newt

I stood with the other Gladers, watching the entrance to the maze intently. Newt hadn’t come out yet. Everybody had come out, but Newt hadn’t come out. I was bouncing on my heels, fidgeting so much that my thumbs had probably accumulated enough displacement to match Pluto to Earth.

“He’ll make it,” Alby whispered, directed to me.

“We don’t know that,” I muttered.

I was just a medjack. I was just someone who helped people with paper cuts or burns.

“Come on,” I muttered, walking closer to the entrance. Finally, a limping figure came to view. “There he is,” I smiled.

“Thank—” Minho began, but the doors started closing. My eyes widened. He was too far.

“No,” I muttered.

“Gally,” Alby called. Gally held me back.

“What?! No! You can’t just leave him, he’s too far!” I screamed, thrashing.

“Y/N, listen—” Alby began.

“Sorry,” I muttered to Gally.

“What—” I stepped on his foot and elbowed his face, making him let go of me and I bolted into the cave.

“Y/N, what are you—” Newt began.

“No time, but I do apologize if this hurts,” I mentioned. If I just helped, him walk through, he still wouldn’t make it. He needed a jump start, some momentum and adrenaline to forget the pain. So, knowing this, I kissed him then pushed him with all my strength. 

I guess it’s true what they say about women lifting cars to protect the people they love, because he went running.

And the doors shut behind him. I, at first, laughed out of hysteria.

“Oh, I am so screwed,” I laughed to myself. I calmed down, turning around and coming face to face with a griever who roared in my face. I bolted the other direction.


“Oh, what is this?” I whispered to myself as I found a path leading to a vault door. I walked towards it. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” I chuckled. I looked around. It looked like some sort of nest for the grievers, but they were all empty, considering they were all prowling the maze because it was night.

I walked closer to the vault. It had a keypad to insert some sort of number code.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. I put in, making it flash red and beep.

“Huh,” I muttered. “What is it? Some birthday? Some anniversary date or…” I put it more random codes, but they all they ended up doing was making the keypad flash red and beep.

Suddenly, it wouldn’t stop beeping.

“Okay! Okay! I get it!” I whisper-yelled at it. “I’m sorry! Shh!! Be quiet!” I whispered. I put it more codes, but to no avail. “You’ll get the grievers here if you don’t—” I heard a growl behind me and I turned around, seeing a griever. “Would you give me a ten minute head start to run if I told you that I had a good reason to be here?” I spat out.

Y/N! I scolded myself, This is no time to be funny! Run!

I couldn’t run forwards, considering the big, giant monstrosity in front of me, so I did the somewhat sane thing and I jumped of the path into a chasm.

I grabbed one of the blades with my hands, yelping as I felt it break my skin. I hissed in pain, pulling myself up. I began to climb out.


Come morning, I was a bit lost. I had no clue where I was. I continued navigating the maze, only with less running. I just needed to find the way out. I had spent the whole night running, I was a bit tired, to say the least.


It was evening again. The doors would close any minute.

I turned a few more corners, feeling hopeless.

“There’s no point! I’ll never find it!” I groaned, leaning against a wall. “I’m gonna die in here,” I admitted to myself. I began to feel something crawl on my shoulder. “I mean, what, with the mess I’m in. But hey, at least I saved him, right? That has to count for—” I looked at my shoulder to see a big, furry, orange and black spider. I inhaled sharply and I screamed, shoving off and bolted for the hills

“Shucking klunking bloody hell!” I screamed leaping into Newt’s arms without a thought.

“Oh my god,” Alby muttered.

“She’s alive. A bit jacked, but she’s alive,” Minho murmured

“You’d be jacked too! There was a spider the size of Gally in there!” I screamed.

“You mean grievers, love?” Newt asked, putting me down. I shook my head feverishly.

“Ah ah. Nope. Not grievers. Grievers? They’re fine. Couldn’t care less. There was a big, furry, orange and black spider and it went on my shoulder and—“ I shuddered. I took a deep breath.

“A… spider? She’s scared of a spider?” Minho laughed. “This is brilliant!”

“Slim it, Minho!” I screamed, looking at him. “How would you feel if there was a big spider on you, huh?!” I yelled at him.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Newt breathed, making me look at him. “Calm down. You’re okay. It’s okay. There’s no giant spider. It’s fine,” he chuckled. I nodded and he pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back, hissing when I felt my hands sting. He pulled away. “What?”

“I have to bandage my hands,” I muttered. “I kind of did some advanced rock climbing when a griever cornered me. Except they were knives and not rocks,” I murmured, walking to the medhut.

“Wait, a wall of… knives?” Newt followed.

“And she’s scared of spiders?” Minho asked incredulously.

“I will get those knives and I will personally cut your head off if you don’t slim it, Minho,” I threatened, grabbing some gauze and the suture kit.

“Where did you see a wall of knives?” Newt asked me.

“Oh, uh, at night, I walked into what looked like to be a griever nest. There was a big vault door thing with a keypad and I tried putting in a few numbers, but unfortunately, I didn’t miraculously guess the numbers,” I muttered. “I could lead you to it, if you like,” I offered, sitting on a stool.

“If you stitch that up yourself, Y/N, you’ll be here for a hundred days because you wouldn’t be able to steady your hand,” Jeff chuckled, sitting across from me and beginning to stitch my hand.

“Thanks,” I offered him a smile. I looked back at the two runners who looked at me, mouth agape. “What? You guys didn’t find that yet?” I chuckled.

“That could be the way out,” Newt told Minho. I saw Jeff finished stitching up my right hand so I switched my hand so he could begin stitching the left.

“And she didn’t tell us because she was busy with her fear of—”

“Minho, seriously, priorities,” I chuckled. “Anyways, I think you need some sort of—” I yawned, “Code. Did you find a random string of numbers or anything?” My eyes were a bit droopy. I blinked. Newt chuckled.

“Let us worry about that. You should rest. I’m guessing you didn’t sleep last night?” He asked.

“You guess right, I mean, I sleep I die and I just wasn’t really in the mood,” I joked.

“All done,” Jeff finished. I nodded, beginning to clean up. “No, don’t clean up. I got it.”

“You sure?” I asked.

“It’s gauze and a stitch kit, I think I can handle it,” he laughed. I nodded gratefully and he nodded back. 

“I’ll lead you to your room,” Newt offered. I smiled and began to walk with him. “Why’d you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Push me,” he answered. I shrugged.

“You needed momentum and adrenaline,” I answered.

“Why’d you kiss me?” He asked, stopping for a moment. I stopped next to him.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” I asked. “You needed to stop thinking. If I just pushed you, you could always turn around. So, I kissed you then pushed you. Thought it would confuse you enough to keep you running,” I answered. “Besides, I knew I wasn’t going out of there the minute I ran in. I’m not a fast enough runner. I’m a medjack and not a runner for a reason,” I laughed.

“What does you thinking you were going to die make you kiss me?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.

“For second-in-command, you can be pretty dense, Newt,” I chuckled.

“Hey!” He playfully nudged me.

“It’s true!” I defended, laughing. We stopped in front of my quarters. “Newt, I ran to you and literally jumped into your arms the minute I got out of there when I thought one of my worst fears was chasing after me. I also elbowed Gally’s face and ran to you to save you, risking my own life for yours. I also kissed you when I thought that I was going to die. What does that tell you?” I asked. “Other than the fact that you should remind me tomorrow to apologize to Gally,” I chuckled.

“I…” he furrowed his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes.

“Good night, Newt,” I began to walk into my area.

“Good night, impossible girl,” he murmured before running off.