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The Devil Zaryenia. Don't I look delightful in angora? Zaryenia the Spider | Johannes Cabal: A Long Spoon by Jonathan L. Howard indie roleplay . Author 18+ tracking #aracheneinangora

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Jens Ferdinand Willumsen (Danish, 1863 - 1958)

A Mountain Climber, 1912

Oil on canvas

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🕷I had a lot of fun with this commission!🕷

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Marlene Dietrich by Alberto Vargas

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Hartford Courant, Connecticut, March 9, 1906

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“There is a time,” Zarenyia said portentously from the bed, “for lingerie, and there is a time for none, sweetheart.”

If Leonie had feared the succubine’s commentary on her sleepwear, she needn’t have.  Zarenyia, sinking lower and lower into slumber, had draped the nightgown over herself and was clutching the soft fabric by her face.  It made her look oddly childlike, except for all the bare leg.

“it works better if you put it on….” Leonie commented, shaking her head as she observed her spare nightie being used less as a garment and more as a snuggle blanket.

Still. If it kept her quiet?

Leonie shook her head, and took the opportunity to change into own nightgown while Zaryenia dozed (and was less likely to peek at her).

Convinced that the devil was fast asleep atop the bed, Leonie carefully crept under the covers next to her. With the safety barrier of a thick duvet between herself and the naked Zaryenia, Leonie softened, and dared to put an arm around her drunken friend.

Zarenyia made a little purring sound and cuddled closer through the duvet.  “Night night, Leo love.  You’re a very good and lovely....  snnnnnnkkkkttt.  Snnkkktt.”  Tiny spider-snores were partly muffled by the covers.

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“Oh, yes.  All the time.”  She found the staircase.

That didn’t explain anything. So Victor just shut up and followed her up the stairs to the roof. “I’m not having sex with you on a roof.”

“There are also bedrooms somewhere, probably.  But I was thinking the roof because it’ll give me more room to maneuver.  My legs get hung up on things in confined spaces.”  

The broad public staircase gave way to a narrower, servant’s stair leading to a plain door.  A brief scream echoed from below.

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A fantasy about Leonie: a lingerie-clad pillow fight; whipped cream; watching the city lights in a rooftop silk hammock. (arachneinangora)

“umm”

There were parts of Leonie’s little holiday about Venice with Zaryenia that were hazy, usually the bits where she had accidentally gotten too close to Zaryenia’s skin or lips. But she maintained that all in all, theirs had been a jolly, chaste little romp about Europe, at least on Leonie’s part. But still, she felt a memory tugging deep in her brain.

“didn’t we….do that already?”

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“Practice makes perfect?”

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Frida | 'Dancing Around An Issue' (HD) - Salma Hayek, Ashley Judd | MIRAMAX

Frida (Salma Hayek) wins a dance with Tina (Ashley Judd) after beating David (Antonio Banderas) and Diego (Alfred Molina) in a drinking competition. In this ...

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a fantasy about Horst: binding him to the top of Nelson's column with black silk and just going to town on him, darling. (arachneinangora)

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   “Are you alright with maybe.. trying something closer to     the ground? Like a swingset or something less… touristy?” 

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“You aren’t afraid of heights, are you?  And I am a tourist.”  She imagined it: the air, the stars, the abyss of space, twinkling lights and the people far below.  “You’re losing touch with the simple pleasures, Horst.”

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a fantasy about Johannes: A struggle, then a snuggle. Possibly with some sex in the middle. (arachneinangora)

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That has already happened, once. Sometimes in the dead of night, he dreams about it. It’s never the same.

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fantasy for Jane: The music is rhythmic and insinuating. The spider-devil leads Jane into a dizzying spin that's brought up short by her body. She shows all her teeth in a smile and dips Jane back low, low, beyond her balance point, holding her in strong, slim arms. (arachneinangora)

Thank goodness no one else is here to see her blush.

“Ah, that’s, very kind of you to offer, Z. Thank you.”

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"Reee! REEEEERREEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Oh look- it's learned how to throw it's own manure. Bad lemur.

“OH, you nasty little beast!”  

She tried to snatch it from the curtains.

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"Re-ree-ree-ree-ree-reeeee!" The little monkey screeched, swinging excitedly from the drapes.

Zarenyia looked at the little creature.  At first it had been such fun, taking it to parties, watching it clamber around her irritated friends and steal their canapés.  But it was selfish, attention-getting, and totally feral.  And there wasn’t room for two of those in this bedsit.

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18. If your muse can have sex with anyone right now, who would it be? If your muse has a partner, who would they invite to have a threesome with?

"Anyone, right now?”

“Someone good to eat, then Lucy, then someone else good to eat.”