#arachnidace

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Heart exclam8tion.

SEND ME A ❣ AND I’LL GAUGE MY CHARACTER’S ATTRACTION TO YOURS AT THIS POINT IN TIME

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arachnidace

you gonna kelp me understand what this noisy lil creature wants oar you just gonna keep sittin by n watchin me struggle??

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Hello

SEND ME A HELLO AND I’LL ANSWER…

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

[x] Be delighted

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[x] Yeah, sure.

[x] FRICK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes! I want to send you one!

[x] Yes.

[] No.

[eridacnis]

arachnidace started following you

hello and im glad you made the smart decision to followw me you wwont regret it im prince eridan but you can just call me eridan no need to thank me

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==> Meenah: get help from your girlfriend        arachnidace

“Fuck.” You run your hands through your hair backing away slightly as you realise that you just punched the fucking bouncer in the nose. Maybe you should just make a run for it now, but by the look in his eyes he isn’t going to let this go, and you’ll be easily spotted from a line up. You’re a fucking troll after all. “Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean...” You can’t claim you didn’t mean to punch him, because his nose is busted, blood still leaking out through his fingers as he holds his hand to his face. 

“Back against the fucking wall,” he tells you, and you do as he says, moving to lean against the bricks without much argument, until he tells you he’s going to call the cops. Fuck. You panic, suddenly no longer okay with staying still. You say you’re really sorry, that you weren’t thinking, that you can just go home and the pair of you can just forget about this. He stands there and listens to you as you ramble on, not looking any more convinced. 

“I know someone you work with!” you say, deciding to go for a different tactic. “She’s inside there now! I was goin’ to see her..” He responds to you with a cold, “why the fuck should I care?” and you realise you’re fighting a losing battle. You chew at your lip, looking around desperately for inspiration. You can’t get arrested again, you had enough trouble last time because they couldn’t find any record of you and everything just went down hill from there. 

“She’s my girlfriend.” Your conscience is screaming at you to stop, why the fuck did you just say that? She’s barely even your fucking friend. And as if she’s going to vouch for you anyway. FUCK. “She works at the bar,” you add on anyway, your slurred voice sounding pleading. You’re pleading with him, but also with yourself to shut the fuck up. He raises an eyebrow at you, asks who, and you beg yourself not to say - “Vriska.”

He laughs in your face, and you can feel yourself pale. You know why he’s laughing, but it doesn’t stop the next sentence from sucker punching you in the gut. “What a girlfriend you’ve got there, I’ve seen her trying to hook up with almost every girl in there tonight.” 

You swallow, your face contorting as you try not to cry. Fucking pathetic, you think to yourself, fucking pathetic that you’re crying over the hypothetical situation of her cheating on you. God, what is wrong with you? You’re not even dating, but fuck it - you’re nearly crying now, you might as well keep up the act.

“Yeah,” you say quietly, and it almost comes out as a squeak. You see a realisation dawn on the bouncers face, and he suddenly looks a lot less pissed off at the amount of blood pouring from his nostrils. “Why d’you think I’m this drunk?” 

You’d give yourself credit for your acting skills if you weren’t actually feeling all the things you were ‘pretending’ to feel. Maybe for different reasons, but that didn’t make the gulps or the frantic blinking any less real. You stand for a couple of seconds, staring at the ground, until the bouncer sighs and tells you he’s going to get her. He’ll let you off if you’re telling truth, if she can vouch for you. 

He walks into the bar and you collapse against the wall. Now you’re double fucked. 

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==> Meenah: What did you expect?

                 You’re downstairs and out of your building within five minutes of making that last post. Two guys have whistled you on your way down, and you winked at the security guard when you saw him staring. You make sure to sway hips on your way out of the door, just for his benefit. You’ll take whatever attention you can get, honestly. It’s cold outside, and you think you should’ve taken a jacket, but it’s too late now, you’re already walking, and people are already staring, and you’ve been crying, and you just need to figure out somewhere to go. 

           You make the decision without thinking, and you don’t have anyone around to stop you. In fact, you don’t have anyone to stop you in general, and even if you did, you don’t think they’d be able to stop you right now. You want to see her, and you know the route like the back of your hand, even while hammered. Though you’re surprised you manage to get there so quickly in this state. You can barely stand on your own two feet unsupported, but you still manage to stagger over to the bouncer, a mildly seductive smirk playing on your lips as you hold up your ID.

              He takes one look at you, and tells you no. You’re not allowed in, so naturally, you flip out a little. You demand to know why, what it is about you that makes you unacceptable. You’re slurring your words like crazy, barely understandable even to yourself, and he just keeps repeating that you’re too drunk but you won’t accept that as a reason. You can’t accept that. She got in, and you know for a fact that she’s at least a bit more drunk than you. You know you’re staggering, but that’s half because your boots have got a couple of inch heels, and you yell that fact in his face. 

                  You think he’s telling you keep back, because you’re blocking up the entrance, but you just scoff at him, growling as you shove past his body in the direction of the door. It’s not half a second before he’s catching your arm, and you yell out when you come to a stop, nearly toppling over from the speed you halt at. You turn around to just yell, give him a piece of your mind, but suddenly you see him up against the railings with a bloody nose and your hand is making a fist and your knuckles are mysteriously hurting. 

         You realise very quickly how badly you’ve fucked up. 

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♛

my opinion on;

character in general: love of my life oh goddess oh queenhow they play them: beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure (amazingly tbh, fave vk fave serket fave fave)the mun: baaaaaae <333333 (nerd)

do i;

follow them: no gross (obviously)rp with them: ew why would i (ur like 90% of my rps)want to rp with them: nope (see above)ship their character with mine: hahahah no wtf (DO I EVER)

what is my;

overall opinion: THE BEST SHIT RIGHT HERE NOT EVEN GOOD SHIT BETTER THAN GOOD SHIT THE BEST SHIT 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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arachnidace you are puttin ya new powers to waste n im disappointed