#eating spiders

[sillybolgggg]

hmggggg I hate perspective

[sleepy-cone]

Okay, but has anyone ASKED Georg why he eats so many spiders?

Is it just some seasoning making the difference? Maybe different species have different flavors? Possibly, a ritual to honor Spider God?

Maybe we judged too quickly and are ourselves the true outliers.

[danzigmcfly]

[hysterical-random-things]

I have decided me and the web are no longer friends, friendship ended with Mr. Spider now Helen is my best friend

[spidermaninlove]

Tom and Jake on KISS FM. 

Poor Tom!  

[officialleehadan]

Raise a Glass

Maybe Isera’s advice wasn’t so bad after all.

Halva got herself a mug of ale, handed her lovely Elven lady a glass of wine, and sat back to watch the show.

Two of the younger, more impressionable nobility were talking loudly about the problems with the Lower Class.

Shimra was just close enough to hear them.

Gowned in silk dripping with pearls, and presented on the arm of a king, Shimra was a bad person to offend, although she didn’t particularly realize it yet. Of the highest nobility in the room, three out of five were firmly on her side in all things.

Grath was off in a corner talking with a baroness, but his eyes kept straying over to the new duchess, who was making an impression on his court.

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Spider-Eating Elves:

Elves are beautiful, icy, and untouchable. Unfortunately, they always thought the same of humans. Worse yet, they also live in a forest full of giant insects, think tiny spiders are a delicacy, and have a strong-willed princess who is nothing but trouble.

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

Introductory Trouble

Lady of Grace

Lady of Stone, and her Girlfriend

Lady Retrieved

Monsters on the Wing

Spiderwebs and Cookies

Royal Match

Lines in the Sand

From One King to Another

Duchess of Pies

Twilight Silk

An Entrance to Make

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Spider Sonnet by John Whitworth

The solution to pollution is to stop ingesting spiders, Just say no to the arachnida that copulate inside us, How they pullulate and ovulate, the octopod articulate, Auriculate, testiculate and oft times unguiculate, The narrative of nightmare and the stuff of holy terror, They're the creatures that convince you all your life has been an error. So you're sicker than a parrot and you wish that you were dead? Just you wait till they migrate and drill themselves into your head. Creepy-crawly, creepy-crawly with a subtle sideways motion, Some detestable detritus from the bottom of the ocean, Something feral, fanged and furry with a flush of nasty habits, Now they're ferreting like ferrets, now they're rabbitting like rabbits, Now they're occupying occiputs and populating dreams… Eating spiders isn't nearly as attractive as it seems.