#araneorum

[fragmcntdstars]

@araneorum ( blackie ) sent i feel appreciated but not ogled.

there's  a  soft  smile  that  works  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth  as  he  looks  at  blackie  .   jack  tries  schooling  his  features  a  little  ,  but  it  never  worked  .   he  was  his  happiest  at  sea  .   after  the  hellish  events  he'd  been  through  ,  the  taste  of  freedom  was  always  something  that  he  required  .   it  was  a  drug   –   he  couldn't  get  enough  of  it  &&  he  wasn't  sure  if  he  ever  wanted  to  .   jack's  leaning  against  a  railing  ,  fingers  clutching  the  compass  as  he  whistled  a  soft  tune  .   he  appreciated  blackie  .   he  appreciated  everything  she'd  done  for  him .   he  just  didn't  say  it .   he  thinks  that  she  knows  .   he's  hoping  that  she  at  least  knows  how  much  she  means  to  him  .   not  just  the  ship  ,  no  .

blackie  ,  herself  ,  means  so  much  to  him  .   he  feels  like  she's  a  part  of  his  soul  .   was  that  something  he  could  tell  her  ?   probably  not  ,  but  it  was  something  that  he  should  tell  her  .   maybe  .  

"  i'll  always  appreciate  you  ,  love  ,  "  he  says  ,  keeping  a  slight  joking  tone  to  his  words  .   jack  never  joked  about  emotions  .   well  ,  he  tried  not  to  .   sometimes  it  was  a  defense  mechanism  .   maybe  it  hadn't  worked  out  so  well  before  ,  but  it  still  proved  useful  on  some  different  occasions  .   now  ,  however ,  he  knew  that  he  didn't  need  to  have  any  defenses  .   blackie  meant  so  much  to  him  &&  he  couldn't  really  do  anything  to  show  her  how  he  felt  .   well  [ . . . ] maybe  that  wasn't  completely  the  case  .   he  couldn't  really  put  into  words  how  he  felt  &&  sometimes  actions  really  did  a  lot  more  than  words  ever  would  .

jack  just  wasn't  sure  how  she'd  feel  about  his  next  thought  .   so  ,  he  gave  his  head  a  small  shake  in  some  attempt  to  get  his  thoughts  back  in  some  manageable  order  .   he  makes  his  way  toward  her  near  the  bow  of  the  pearl  with  a  slight  spring  in  his  step  .   "  want  to  choose  our  heading  ?  "   he  asks  ,  directing  his  gaze  to  the  horizon  .

[onebigerror]

@araneorum

tricia wanted to go fishing and she was out of a few things she’d needed. bait especially. she wanted to run into town and get some but of course, she’d given trixie her debit card to pacify her the night before. now she needed it back. there was loud music coming from the bedroom down the hall that trixie shared with her partner. whenever draven was home music was normally being blasted so tricia thought nothing of it. although she should have. reaching the door she saw that it was half open. “trix…i need my debit…” she started as she pushed the door the rest of the way open. and holy fuck. that was not what she was expecting. both draven and her twin were naked as the damn day they were born. the zheani song draven had been obsessed with lately blasted loudly from the speakers of their stereo. if it didn't fit the mood perfectly, tricia didn't know what would.

‘open up and let me in. it’s warm inside. no deadly sin. have you heard me calling? hot breathing believe me i’m a fuckin’ heathen…’ 

trixie was bouncing on her partner's strap-on screaming out almost unintelligible obscenities. tricia wasn’t quite what to do. she was shocked and reduced to a deer caught in headlights. she should look away. but goddamn if this wasn’t the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her entire life. draven noticed her first and smirked. “either join in or get out.” the brit insisted. it wasn’t like it wasn’t anything that tricia herself hadn’t seen or had many times. she and draven took all of each other's only fans pictures. they’d also made out more than enough times. and trixie…well let's just say she was quite familiar with every damn curve or her twin's body even the most intimate ones. she knew from experience how she moaned, how she tasted and pretty much every other intimate detail about her. call it depraved but tricia just didn't care. 

'my sex never dies. my sex never lies. leaking like a broken vessеl i’m bearing something very spеcial. have you seen the signs of my desire?'

well fuck. tricia didn’t need to be told twice. fishing no longer seemed important. stripping her clothes with reckless abandon she crawled right into the bed with her sister and her best friend. this day couldn’t get any fucking better. trixie’s lips were immediately captured in a passionate kiss as the younger twin continued to ride draven. trixie's tits shaking had to be one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.

[vegalores]

/ Visual depiction of Erin going OFF on Billy when she is denied alone time with his best friend, omg help, actually hilarious.

[paramounticebound]

@araneorum / Masha ❤'d for a starter!

"Do you feel let down?"

Does disappointment thread through you as it does me?

Weaving and ever weaving. These things, they always happen, don't they? Too long spent in the dirt and the nails dirty, it gets in the teeth, gets in the bloodstream. He wants to call it retribution, but it doesn't feel that pretty. Not when she isn't the one pulling the trigger.

Hydrostatic shock theory in full bloom-- how it downs on his pelvic girdle in a lead-flavored etiology. Each staggering breath is sh-sh-shoving oxygen somewhere it shouldn't be. Palms painted red, pressed to a shuddering-shivering abdominal oblique, stains that expensive jacket.

"мой волк," with death in the back of his throat, tastes like iron and iron. "моя дочь."

[meaningful-negativity]

@araneorum asked you've been on my mind for quite some time. / salome to michael !

"I don't know whether that's a good thing or not. When people think of me most of the time they are thinking about ways to kill me so excuse me if i'm a bit paranoid about it." He glances at her and then goes back to his computer "We know there are several ways that a woman can have a man on her mind, i hope you enjoyed the fact that it was me being as i am at least an attractive man." Michael then laughs brightly "All kidding aside what brought me into your mind?"

[sioraiocht]

~ @araneorum || Liked for a wizarding world starter || From Lucius for Hydra ~

Lucius has been on a slow decline since the defeat of Voldemort. He rarely eats. Rarely speaks. He'd cut his hair shorter in some sort of attempt to gain control over himself. He doesn't leave his study much, choosing to sit there pretending to work. What he's working on, no-one know - It's not as if he has a job anymore. The Malfoy name has been blackened, his standing in society collapsing beneath the weight of the prejudices and villainy that he'd spent the majority of his life partaking in. Draco barely talks to him anymore - Blames him for all of it. Narcissa - Well, she's more concerned with keeping their son happy than trying to hold the family together.

Therefore Malfoy Manor has turned into a shell of its former self, haunted by the people who live there. Eyes look up as there's a knock to the door, an annoyed sigh leaving his lips. "I'm busy." He's very clearly not. He's been staring at the wall for the past twenty minutes. "Who is it?"

[wontgodowninhistory]

「 🌈 : @araneorum 」

SEND  😳  IF YOUR MUSE THINKS MINE IS PRETTY // accepting

based on this ask: from andromeda

robin blinked. she wanted so badly to sound cool and look cute upon receiving the compliment but that just wasn’t her style. instead, she just stood there staring and looking like a fool. a dorky smile finally appeared on her lips. “me? pretty?” that was exactly the opposite of how she felt about herself. “no way!” she suddenly became shy. andromeda had been very forward since the first time they’d met. she’d never kept it a secret that she was interested in robin. the open flirtations still made her blush. “i’d say you are pretty…that would be an understatement. because you’re more than that. you’re beautiful. and hot. so, so hot.” and hers. this gorgeous woman really wanted to be with her and robin would never understand why. “like hotter than julie christie was in doctor zhivago. and she was super, smoking, bonkers hot.” she couldn’t stop herself. she couldn’t just accept the compliment and thank her. “um...yeah...thank you.” she finally responded appropriately as she should have to begin with. she was very flustered. that made it hard to think straight.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

[ straddle ] / jill and rick sparring?

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . - another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞  if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  ) - @araneorum

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

Rick wasn't about to give an inch if he could help it. He managed to keep Jill from getting the better of him, but she was persistent. And he encouraged her every step of the way. If she wanted it, she'd have to earn it. This wasn't his expertise at all. He preferred to talk things out and for things to not get physical. Getting physical usually leaves him with a busted nose and bloody lip. But at the same time, he didn't give up either.

He licked his lips before using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. They were definitely getting a workout today. And she'd landed a couple of good punches. His jaw was a bit sore, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. "That all you got?" he teased, blue eyes twinkling.

And it was that little bit of teasing that allowed her to get the upper hand. She used every ounce of her strength to knock his legs out from under him and once he was on his back, she straddled him and pinned him to the ground. "Fuck," he growled as he narrowly kept his head from bouncing off the ground. He was definitely going to feel this tomorrow.

Once he had assessed the situation, he managed to flip her onto her back and pinned her down. He chuckled softly. "Thought you had me, didn't you?"

[fragmcntdstars]

@araneorum ( jillian caldwell )

its  just  them  now  .   does  nica  prefer  this  more  ?   if  she's  being  completely  honest  with  herself  ,  she  does  .   the  hatch  is  there  ,  &&  she  knows  the  location  of  both  gates  .   she  knows  where  chucky  is  ,  knife  clutched  in  his  plastic  hands  as  he  lurks  just  in  the  shadows  .   she'll  leave  jill  alone  ,  though  .   she  always  leaves  jill  alone  .   she  purposely  tries  to  keep  her  distance  from  jill  during  the  trial  ,  almost  tunneling  out  the  other  survivors  that  were  there  .   she  just  wants  to  talk  to  her  girlfriend  .   she  doesn't  talk  to  jill  around  when  they're  around  the  campfire  .   it  would  destroy  her  resolve  &&  put  her  in  a  position  that  she  didn't  want  .   “  it's  just  us  now  ,  ”  nica  says  ,  trying  to  keep  her  tone  conversational  as  she  could  imagine  .   she's  sitting  on  a  fallen  log  ,  one  of  several  that  almost  circle  around  the  hatch  .   nica  holds  up  a  hand  ,  trying  to  prove  that  she's  not  a  threat  .   “  please  don't  leave  yet  .   i  just  want  to  talk  [  …  ]  to  apologize  .  ”   

she  isn't  pleading  ,  not  yet  ,  but  it  was  something  that  she  could  definitely  do .

nica  finally  scooches  over  ,  her  own  knife  set  on  the  blood  -  soaked  ground  ,  &&  she  looks  at  jill  with  all  the  affection  she  could  manage  .   “  please  .  ”

[onebigerror]

@araneorum // jamie & carynn random starter

“hi, uh jamie..." it was clear that she was nervous. the byers girl was unpredictable. "my brother said you stole my bike.” crazy carynn carver was surprisingly calm as she approached jamie in the parking lot after school. “i don’t care if you did take it. but could i just get it back? i really need it. it makes getting around much easier than walking.” she sighed. “i knew i shouldn’t have let him borrow it.” carynn knew she didn’t have much choice in the matter. he would have told their father about her stash of magazines and there was no way she was letting them go. they were the one thing that gave her happiness and allowed her to look at what she felt she’d never have but desperately craved. “i do know he lies. so you may not be guilty at all. he did manipulate me into using my bike when our dad took away his car. he’s got that back now.” as much as she loved her brother she knew he was the golden boy. they were roughly the same age but their parents doted on jason. they’d bought him a car. gave him access to their credit cards. carynn got none of those things. she was just lucky they’d given her enough to scrape together to buy her bicycle that she loved so much. “goodspeed” was the name she’d so lovingly given the white bike with pink tassels and little pink basket. “i’m not upset with you. i just want it back. please.” carynn wasn’t stupid, she knew jamie hated her and called her names behind her back. it did sting a little but when everyone in school did it she’d just come to expect it. 

[vegalores]

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞ / theodosia to lestat !

@araneorum | lelio and theo

There   is   an   almost   sullen   definition   cascading   over   his   features   when   she   says   this;   a   part   of   him   that   had   long   been   dormant   beginning   to   awaken,   in   response   to   such   a   pitiful   melancholy   that   swiftly   pulls   him   back   to   how   Louis   once   was.   Perhaps,   Lestat   considered,   his   fledgling   remained   as   such.   He   would   not   know, these   days,   as   they'd   lost   touch   with   one   another   many   years   ago,   now. 

Eyes   of   a   very   demanding bioluminescent   blue   prowl   over   her   features,   allowing   his   gaze   to   linger   a   while   upon   the   gentle   shudder   of   her   lips   as   he   does   so.   Perhaps   it   is   somewhat   distressing   in   her   current   condition   to   be   studied   in   such   a   manner.   There   appears   to   be   a   great   deal   of   rather   unpleasant   inclinations   trapping   her   thoughts   in   the   confines   of   her   pretty   little   head   right   now,   that   he   cannot   fathom.

All   of   his   love   and   devotion   for   the   dark   haired   woman   display   themselves   forthwith,   as   though   the   only   feeling   he   can   obtain   in   that   very   moment   is   devout   compassion   in   the   face   of   absolute   anguish   that   she   is   experiencing.   "   Chérie..   "   he   begins,   those   same   hues   of   blinding   blue   gazing   into   the   depth   of   her   very   soul.   "   For   all   I   am   and   all   I   have   done—you can confide   in   me.  

"   Je   chéris   votre   cœur,   "   he   whispers,   closing   the   unforgivable   distance   between   the   pair   with   a   single   step   toward   her,   enclosing   the   woman   within   an   embrace   that,   for   such   a   vampire   as   he,   can   seem   very   ill-matched.   But,   with   Theodosia,   he   cares   not.

[messrsmcrauders]

~ @araneorum || would you quit being so annoying for ten seconds? / odessa to lucius bc she would so say this to him ~

Lucius looked to Odessa, eyebrow lifting into a perfect arch. Fingers trace the rim of his whiskey glass, a low grunt of irritation leaving him. "I miss the days when people showed me respect." Eyes looked back to her, words falling out in a drawl. "Is that how you talk to my son? No wonder he's so reluctant for a relationship in that case. Stop being so abrasive." He jabbed back at her, taking a drink from his glass.

[meaningful-negativity]

@araneorum asked "It's amazing how fragile the human skeleton can be." / salome to michael !

"And how satisfying it is to hear them break under your own hands. the moving of the broken bones and the screams that come with it are like music to the ear." Michael then glances over at her with an evil smirk on his face and a tilt to his head "What brought this up Salome? Neither one of us has been all that involved in the torture part of this operation. The end is coming soon Salome and then all the world will wish that i was never born."

[protectmypeople]

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜ / from hydra 👀

The moon peaked through the window, illuminating the Slytherin common room alongside the flames raging in the fire place. The light bouncing off the prettiest dark eyes he'd ever seen, heart pounding in his ears, fingers tapping erratically at his thighs, a nervous chuckle bubbled up past his lips. There is no way she said what he thought she just said. Back hit the wall, his breath rising as the girl who had occupied so many of his wet dreams now stood before him. Feel good. A pair of dark green pajama pants was all that sat on his frame, restless after nightmares, the common room and wizard chess had been his chosen companion. Pants tightening. Fuck. Bellamy felt his cheeks heat at the mere prospect, thought, concept even, of hydra making him feel good. A smirk slid unto his lips, they were friends, good friends, maybe she was fucking with him? Playing along could decipher this. Cunning Slytherin. Bellamy took a few steps forward, invading her space, his fingers reaching forward to play with the cloth of her shirt. Inches apart. "I can think of a few ways I can make you feel good." A breath's away from her lips, nervous energy crawling beneath his skin, setting him aflame from within. "I mean- our beds aren't that far apart."

[sioraiocht]

~ @araneorum || Liked for a wizarding world starter || For Odessa from Draco ~

Draco despises leaving Malfoy Manor these days. The hair is too bright. Draws attention to him in ways that he doesn't like. He'd gone through a brief flash of insanity where he'd contemplated dying it but had quickly decided against that decision, feeling that brown hair would look ridiculous with his silver eyes.

He moves through Diagon Alley, keeping his eyes down. There's a book he's been waiting for and it's finally arrived - A useful index that'll help with managing his father's collection of Dark Arts artefacts. Draco can't change the past but he can ensure that they're no longer used for evil. Not paying attention, he knocks into someone. Apology fades on his lips as he looks to the person, meeting the gaze of a pair of eyes he hasn't seen in a long time. "Odessa?"

[wontgodowninhistory]

🌈 : @araneorum continued from here

robin would definitely not be one to mock the older woman’s powers or think she was evil. most other residents of the hawkins would but they were also very small-minded folk. the teen had her own experiences that she couldn’t quite explain so she’d never discredit someone with true abilities. there were times she swore she could feel her mother and her grandmother watching over her. she’d never known her mother but something made her feel she had always been close. her grandmother had been with her most of her life and she’d always worn a specific type of perfume. sometimes she swore she’d smell it for no reason. although she couldn’t see her, robin had a strange feeling of her presence around her. these were things she kept to herself - not that she had anyone to tel if she’d wanted tol - she just didn’t want to appear as crazy. whether she’d be accepting or not, robin still had no way of knowing who andromeda was. she didn’t have a television and even if she did, she didn’t have the time to watch it. “a little.” she admitted. “but it’s unique, i like it. better than a basic, boring name like robin.” she fiddled with her name tag as she responded. she felt a surge of guilt for saying that. her mother had loved that name and wanted her to have it. it was a parting gift from her before she died. still, who really liked their name? she blushed as the woman moved further into her space by leaning on the counter. she was still so confused. “pay me to wear it. okay. but why?” the reason was eluding robin. there had to be a clear reason and she wasn’t agreeing to anything until she knew what it was. “if it’s for a party, i don’t really like parties. people drink at them and i don’t like being around drunks.” she had enough of that at home.