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[ . . . ] 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

[araignes]

hi there , you can call me eden ! this is a writing blog for 𝐚𝐦𝐞́𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐱 ( widowmaker ) based in 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚍’𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 .

⌠✦⌡  ━  𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐒

⌠✦⌡  ━  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

⌠✦⌡  ━  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

⌠✦⌡  ━  𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘

⌠✦⌡  ━  𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

you can also find me at @cryostasis​ , @pacini , and @herteeth !

please make sure to read my rules before following .

[replanting]

heather havrilesky

[araignes]

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎.

[araignes]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ﹐ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀs.  ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.  ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ﹐ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴅᴇɴ.

[franzkafkagf]

[aseaofquotes]

[aseaofquotes]

Alice Hoffman, Green Angel

[araignes]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ﹐ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀs.  ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.  ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ﹐ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴅᴇɴ.

[araignes]

[dreamlandarts-deactivated202103]

Hello, dearest! Welcome to dreamlandarts! I’ve been hanging around the RPC for a good few years now, and most of that time has been spent making resources for my friends and mutuals. Unfortunately, I’ve fallen on extremely hard times, and as a chronically ill and disabled person, I am unable to get or retain a job. As I am no longer able to afford things such as food or rent, doing this for free is no longer plausible.

To help with this, and to kick off my brand new commissions blog, I have decided to start with something of a grand opening sale! Themes and promos are heavily discounted until February 1st! This includes any commission I accept before February 1st, regardless of whether or not it is made by that date!

If you’ve read this far, and would like to commission me, feel free to shoot me a message, or check out my handy - dandy before you commission me page! If you don’t, or can’t, a reblog or a like would be lovely.

PORTFOLIO  /  PRICING  /  TERMS AND CONDITIONS

[araignes]

OUTOF.  new theme , by the way , please check it out uwu

[araignes]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ﹐ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀs.  ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.  ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ﹐ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴅᴇɴ.

[araignes]

revamping soon . <3

[wraithreaper]

DEATH WALKS AMONG YOU // DOC

[araignes]

art by bunihunni on twitter .

[bumbleshark]

hdcanon that widowmaker cuts her hair and wears warm clothing when she’s brought back from talon

[araignes]

agent-lacroix·:

@araignes

Something about her always seemed melancholic in nature. Gérard could not put a finger to it, yet at times, he caught glimpse of sadness brewing beneath her serene facade. He wanted to ask, to know more about his companion and friend — yet the words never left.

It wasn’t his place to ask.

Everyone around him always seemed to carry the same sadness, the same wounds. A side-effect of working with this godforsaken organisation. Perhaps it was a blessing then that his life prior to this remained hidden.

All he could offer her was a soft smile, hoping, at least for a brief moment, that it would soothe the ache in her soul.

“ I’ll see you in 15 minutes then. “ He replied almost playfully, giving her a slight grin. “ Don’t be late, Widowmaker, or you’ll break my heart. “

There it was again, the way his heart skipped a beat whenever he looked at her. Fondness, platonic affections for a friend, he supposed. Giving her one last fond gaze, he parted — walking briskly to his quarters for a quick shower and to change into his best suit.

Despite lacking many luxurious materials, he was lucky enough to possess a set of formalwear. Generously given by the organisation, the coat was cheap and irritating to the skin after prolongue wear. But — beggars can’t be choosers.

Slipping into it, he combed his hair and looked at himself almost obsessively in the mirror, fixing any and every microscopic flaw which he could find. A little more to the left, no — to the right. Gérard’s heart was light with joy at the idea of spending more time with her.

SHE    SWELLS        IN    HIS    COMPANY    ,    heart    pace    quickening    in    a    sort    of    madness    .    his    soft    smile    brings    her    own    to    her    lips    ,    as    foreign    as    the    act    feels    .    accompanying    is    a    click    of    her    tongue    as    amélie    nods    in    agreement    .    ❝    𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡    𝐭𝐨    𝐚𝐬𝐤    ,    𝐧𝐨    ?    ❞    she    is    demure    ,    playful    ,    striding    past    the    emptiness    turning    in    her    heart    that    yearns    for    numbness    and    despair    .   

and    then    she    takes    to    her    own    quarters    ,    preening    herself    in    preparation    for    their    rendezvous    .    though    her    catsuit    was    appealing    ,    modelesque    ,    something    felt    off    –    kilter    ,    and    so    with    a    reserved    sigh    ,    she    reaches    for    a    short    dress    ,    desaturated    purple    in    color    ,    hitting    upper    thigh    on    her    slender    ,    tall    build    .    the    accompanying    sweetheart    neck    displayed    décolletage    with    care    ,    bust    –    line    of    the    dress    decorated    with    intricate    lace    patterns    ,    the    length    of    the    dress    growing    out    into    loose    ruffles    .    it    felt    almost    juvenile    ,    childish    ,    like    a    homecoming    dress    for    a    high    schooler    .   

and    yet    ,    there    remained    fondness    ,    amélie    changing    into    the    dress    with    relative    ease    .    then    comes    the    eyeliner    ,    light    eyeshadow    ,    and    a    tender    application    of    gloss    on    her    lips    for    good    measure    .    towards    the    designated    talon    driver    she    went    ,    then    ,    primly    waiting    for    gérard    to    finish    up    .

[le-immorte]

My ribcage cradles dirt and leaves, I am empty inside.

Barren, Nicole Dollanganger (via le-immorte)