#arachnai

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if you don’t like someone just block them omg... there’s no reason to namedrop/blogdrop anyone anymore unless this person is an active threat in the community (no, someone having a vaguely similar aesthetic to yours is not an active threat) 

[moredungeonsforyourdragons]

The spider demon, Arachnai.

[kikiyo]

@arachnai   asked,         ❝ there’s no shame in fear. ❞

             The words ring,  to her,  as an optimists’ lie  ––  but she recognizes the tone as sincere,  a genuine nature which she wouldn’t be so cruel as to dismiss for her own projected cynicism.  I’m no monster to forsake the kindness of others;  a gentle and soft smile stretches along her features.   ❝ There’s no need to comfort me;   I’m not afraid. ❞   It was a lie,  in parts. She was afraid of a great many things,  but her body as it stood now disallowed the sensation of terror. She found undeath to be a numbing agent,  restrictive and freeing all at once. I feel hate and love,   the extremes  ––  fear lays outside those parameters.

               She loosens her posture,  hanging her head to peer just past her hip where the bottom end of her bow is visible,  attached diagonally across her back.  With a gentle, non-threatening hand, she reaches towards it and unhooks it from her clothing before holding the bow flat against her palm,  outstretched towards Jessica.  𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗,  𝒔𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏  ––  give me your plight,  the unspoken words of her gesture sound out:   give me your fight and I’ll stand fearlessly beside you for it.

              ❝ I serve no one,  and work alongside myself alone.   But as a peer,  I’m unafraid of helping you,  should you need it.   Without concern,  and without hesitation. ❞   

[aminyani]

Arachnid ~(°▪︎°)~

[brutlist-archive]

❝ is that not something you worry over? ❞

     " 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 . " of course it was . there wasn't a thing he couldn't name that once it hit a certain weight class had made him consider himself twice . he hesitates behind the closed door whose back he could somewhat trust to keep it solely between the two of them , just like the next man with a broad chest and bold hands . it's what he likes to think . it's a very human thing , heugh rationalizes , asking these things of himself . can he live with these consequences to this action ? can he be capable ? could anyone ; why was he doing this ? and what did that make him if he was ?      and that was good , wasn't it ? the tourniquet to stem the flow before the blood gets too wet .  is it justice ?? can it be bloodless ?? the children , heugh , what about them ?? it'll be fine he'd said , and he still tastes those words even now . he’ll manage . 

     " i'm thinking about it every damn day . " it's a sucking muck and mire when he wanders there ; it has taken his boots , it has leeches him of his socks , and now his feet are growing numb in the cold mud . he's not a man to pity himself --- he wanted this . still wanted this . he didn't trust anyone else to do it . now , he was not so sure .      heugh fiddles with the peach pit stubbornly clinging to the meat of the fruit , trying to gently pry it free without it bruising . " i have to . or it'd all fall apart . "

@arachnai // some meme

[organisedcrime]

❝   you’re aware this is becoming ridiculous,  right?   this  ---------   ❞       here she gestures between them,  a theatric display of splayed fingers   &   exasperation,     ❝     this is ridiculous.  i’ve shown you my generosity,  jessica,  but you’re pushing it.    i’m cutting you off.   i want my money with interest by friday.     ❞       @arachnai​    ♡

[jokemoved2electricbugaloo]

@arachnai​ :   ❛  i  already  know  what  you  did ,   i  just  want  to  hear  it  from  you .  ❜

☻  DEADLY NIGHTSHADE   / /   ACCEPTING !! ☻

It’s unmistakable. Only a snub-nosed, police-grade .38 special could’ve punctured in such a fashion. Dried brown droplets decorate the point of entry. Joker knows better than to reach for that plastic clown mask — stain it with his fingerprints and let the press run wild that Joker’s turned on ‘his own.’ So he rears back, swamping his painted expression behind smoke. Lilac’s pale pink leopard print carrier hangs almost daintily from the crook of his elbow. The infant faces front, attempting to chew on a grey unicorn plush dangling from her handlebar mobile.

Before his next drag, Joker laughs. Three octaves too deep and bone-dry. The shoal continuing to mill past him doesn’t notice, but Joker’s attention pans nearby windows for silhouettes that linger a touch too long. “Don’t you wanna know why?” he asks, distracted by a pair of shoes hanging from a traffic light. “Or does the law deem that irrelevant.”

[ensavaged]

she’s preceded by the soft pulse of her footsteps,  velvet flats  (cherry red miu mius, she’d later point out,  a clot of haughtiness in her voice)  to aged linoleum.   she rounds the corner   &   lingers by her door,  keychain twined between her fingers    --    she isn’t alone.       ❝         .  .  .   i've seen you poking your nose around this building before.   are you a friend of my neighbor’s?      ❞        @arachnai​    ♡