#arachnidiots

[tartt9]

@arachnidiots [ liam ] asked // “hey, you wanna bump into me on, say, saturday around lunchtime?” // from here !

Snorting a little laugh, Jamie's lips curl upward into a smile. "That's a weird way of askin' me out t'lunch," he teases affectionately. Richmond's got a Friday night game this week, so his Saturday's wide open after recovery. "Erm - could do, though, after recovery, I mean. Which shouldn't take too long, I should be out by, like, half two? Something like that? Depends how long Roy wants t'keep me." Jamie's schedule is something that he almost never plans - he just goes along with where he's told to be when he's told to be there, whether that's with Roy, with his mates, with potential partners. He's never been good at keeping a calendar. "But yeah - yeah, could do, yeah. Where d'you want t'bump into me, then?"

[inhcritance]

@arachnidiots asked: scars ( liam )

send  ‘ scars ‘  to  trace  my  muses  scars   ;   (   add  +  to  reverse   )  || Accepting

With the armor gone, set aside just next to him, all that had remained between her and his most recent wound is his shirt, and that's gone soon enough. But the wound itself is almost gone, now: shallow as it was, all that remains is a faint line of green scales dotting his skin.

"See?" He tells Liam. "It's nothing worth worrying about."

Whatever this cautious balance is, now between them, after they were gone for so long and then recognized him and made him halt, he doesn't want to be the one to break it.

It's still hard not to look back at those days, when their fingers trace one of the longest, leanest scars. One of many, of far too many.

"You were there for this one." He tells her, softly. "I underestimated you, then crashed into that glass pane."

It had hurt his pride and his flesh both, and he did not make that mistake again.

[knowstruth]

@arachnidiots (liam) sent: ❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜

He looks up from where he’s currently sitting on the grass, next to the field - the pitch - greeting them with a hint of a smile. 

“Oh, uh, I mean if you have one, sure. You don’t have to like, go get one though, I’ll be fine. Probably just need to eat a snack later.”  There’s a momentary pause before he pats the ground beside him.  “If you want, you can join me. I mean, I’m not really doing much, but the spot’s open if you want it.”

[lvebug]

i have seen you rp since day one, i have proofed maybe a hundred threads by now so believe me when i say that i feel i have some authority on speaking on your portrayal and your writing. dee, you have grown in brilliant color and fashion in your writing and andie as a whole. she started as this little brilliant spark of yours and she has become so real and so incredible and you embody that in every aspect about her. you're very technical when it comes to her life and the other verses and i admire what you give to it all. more than anything, i've just loved watching you get more comfortable. the fact that you're even exploring other muses, be them small guys from dnd games or silly canons is a true testament of one thing: your growth. i don't know if you know that, but i know that. i know that you've grown and to have seen it and been a part of it has been so exciting. whenever you come to me with anything or do something new i feel like jumping and screaming for you.

i think maybe it's good that i have an eye drs appointment next week bc i can't read this the letters are all blurry that's so weird . im squeezing this post i literally dont know what to say

[mcmorare]

@arachnidiots (peter) sent: hammer out towards her, “you gonna make me do this alone?” peter waits patiently, foot gently kicking the collection of planks on the ground before them both— the materials left to build the porch of the house.

Arms uncrossing, Katrina takes a step forward. A silent affirmative answer.  “Are you sure you know how to do this? It’s not like your tech-tinkering.”  Half a tease and half a genuine question - if he does need a more experienced eye to guide him, she knows a decent amount. Crouching, her hands run over one of the planks before picking it up.  “Where are they going?”

[fyrewalks]

“you know i hate to say "i told you so."” // @arachnidiots

Chim cradles the bag of peas to his forehead, eyes flashing, but mouth shut. He doesn't have anything nice to say. Liam might be right to tease, Chim just doesn't want to hear it right now.

"Don't we have actually ice packs," he asks after a minute. Of course they do, they're at a firehouse and Chim is the one who keeps up with the stock.

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

LIKED : AI generated dialogue / @arachnidiots

feat. bobby nash and liam kaz.

               ❝   you   can’t   get   rid   of   me   that   easy.   ❞

[iccarian]

❝ feel like i should laugh but i’m just too godsdamned tired. ❞ ― @arachnidiots, from peter.

 ‍  ‍ marlais leans back against a marble column, chest heaving, shoulder to shoulder with the boy she just witnessed strangle a grecian monster to death with . . . a lasso, she thinks? a little atypical, maybe, but clearly it did more good than her accidental -- albeit brief! -- drowning of the museum floor. the power still pulses under her skin, straining like the tide. she doesn't tap into it often enough.

 ‍  ‍ contrary to the other, she does laugh; an initial splutter of shock that bubbles into a fit of breathless giggles, doubling over her knees as ribs contract from exertion and shaky palms rake over her countenance, searching for something grounding in the familiar plains. at least she's still in one piece. ❝ they really weren't lying, were they? ❞ they is broad, pertaining to anyone on her side of the pantheon. not that this poor guy could know; they haven't even traded names, they were just the only ones to see the beast through the rift between mortal and godly realms. she tilts her head to look up at him, expression twisted in this weird battle between excitement and pure anxiety. ❝ greeks are monster magnets. ❞ so much for her field trip.