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NAME:    narsha NICKNAME:   widow , black widow , queen , beauty  AGE:  technically unknown , guess to be in mid-late 30′s SPECIES:   appears humanoid aracnid     (     hellspawn / shape shifter     )

-ˋˏ personal !

MORALITY:   chaotic neutral  RELIGION:    none SINS:  greed / GLUTTONY / sloth / LUST / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chasity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES:  korean , japanese , english 

-ˋˏ physical !

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average   HEIGHT:   5′ 2 ‘ ‘ in human form / close to 10 ‘ in arachnid form SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS:  scar on abdomen / side in human form     (     missing spider limb in arachnid form     ) , scarring in inner left ear     (     injury resulting in deafness of one ear     ) , black eyes / scleras are genetic defect     (     is legally blind     ) , more content noted on her about page . ABILITIES  /  POWERS:   super strength , tough skin , venomous , impenetrable spider silk , regenerative properties .

-ˋˏ favorites !

FOOD:    cannibal / carnivore / has no restrictions when it comes to meat     (     except ALWAYS SERVE RAW     ) PIZZA TOPPING:   ick! COLOR:   red / black  MUSIC GENRE:   classical MOVIE GENRE:   never been to movies nor owns a tv CURSE WORD:   rarely curses  SCENTS:  blood , nature , rain , dark musky rooms , men , old books / paper

-ˋˏfun stuff  !

BOTTOM OR TOP:  switch / she does top a lot tho  SINGS IN THE SHOWER:  loves to sing / hum LIKES PUNS:   does the pun telling

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Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | noFavorite thing about them:     ‘ oh , just about everything♥ perhaps his voice the most . he could read me the phone book and i’d be paying attention . ‘Least favorite thing about them:     ‘ he can be far too nice to others . ‘

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¥

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 yum~Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | noFavorite thing about them:     ‘ takes a lot of man to handle a women like me , and he is a lot mmh~ ‘Least favorite thing about them:     ‘ his maniacal behavior poses a threat . ‘

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‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

unexpected words to say the least .     though perhaps it was strange timing , there is not another way she could imagine him being … a time before this .     it is intriguing to her , brimming with this curiosity she extends an outward ease of comfort .     something she is certain he is quite unfamiliar with ,  a hand outstretched to pat an empty seat .‘     how was it so strange ?     ‘     a gentle flick of her head flips long blackened silk away from her neck , she influences him to stay , to humor her and tell a little story about himself .‘     you do not have to share if you’re uncomfortable to do so … i just think … i just think you’re so interesting .     ‘     a faint simper spouts across her plush lips , folding a thick leg o’er the other whilst she lean forward to eagerly give him attention .

meme  |  accepting!

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‘what’s this between us?’

a heart that knows naught what it wants , unable to decipher love but know lust .     the words strike a cord , putting her in a position she is rarely in .     speechless in the way she knows not where to begin , how to articulate the type of connection they have .     is it strange that her heart can’t keep a steady rhythm , that her stomach tickles in a way that is not associated with hunger ?

her throat tightens ‘pon hitched breath .     a confused coquettish chuckle rises whilst dainty fingertips dance along exposed collarbone in nervous tick .     ‘     what is what ?     ‘     she breathes , a little color rising to her pallid cheeks .     brows knit in a rather humored sense of bewilderment , lashes fluttering whilst her tongue presses betwixt plush rosy lips .having spent the entire time keeping her atramenous gaze averted from his pretty eyes , she swallows and brushes the silky ribbons spilled o’er her shoulders .

meme  |  accepting!

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‘is it my fault?’

‘     oh , ambrose …     ‘     her words drip a honey sweet , hushed in soft whisper whilst sunkissed cheek is pecked by plush lip .     she only knows loss like an empty stomach starving for its next meal .     unable to feel his remorse , her console comes from her natural predatory instinct to protect what she feels belongs to her .     it is something unhealthy , a feeling she does not understand nor able to grasp .     she likes to think her feelings are not pretend , perhaps something human … if possible .her lithe digits twirl his tight knit curls , whilst a rhythmic thump beat ‘neath the bosom she allows the warlock to rest upon .‘     you mustn’t be fooled , darling .     ‘    she coos , fingers going idle whilst her clever humor only means to produce a faint smile ‘pon his handsome face     ‘     you couldn’t hurt a spider .     ‘     without a doubt , she believes wholeheartedly ambrose had been framed .     lucky for him , she would do anything to clear his name .     ‘     you’re a spellman , no matter what faustus says or does … i believe he will always try to sully your families name .     ‘all this talk is starting to make her a little peckish , though she isn’t fond of eating garbage , father blackwood wouldn’t be the worst thing on the menu .

meme  |  accepting!

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SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

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//i swear it never had to end like this.\

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@sucubitch

            “   i’ll   remember   that   for   next   time.   ”   she   purrs,   not   disturbed   by   how   dissatisfied   she   seemed   to   be,   “   it’s   just   so   much   more   fun   to   watch   the   pretty   ones   suffer,   ”   a   wicked   smile   forms   her   lips   in   the   sweetest   way,   “   i   hate   to   disappoint,   but   i’m   sure   it’s   much   more   satisfying   to   bring   a   boy   with   so   much   ego   down   to   where   he   belongs.   ”   a   small   exhale   as   she   takes   in   the   scene   of   the   demise,   “   if   only   those   tender   boys   you   like   so   much   would   obtain   a   high   ego,   we   could   find   our   perfect  middle   ground.   ”

‘     indeed , seeing the pretty ones quiver is satisfying .     ‘     pride could be an ugly sin , a pedestal she not mind knocking a man down from .     however , she is given excuses .     excuses , and playful lip . the widow takes a moment , her pitiless gaze withdrawn from witch to meal .     pink aperture widens , puffy lips claiming man whilst deep kiss rips muscle from mouth.     ‘     you know how to flirt , do you not ?     ‘     she swallows first , deadpanned gaze peering toward the young woman     ‘     put in a little effort , develop their high ego . then , perhaps you’ll achieve perfect .     ‘     lithe wrist pulls her small hand to pouty lips , smearing the dribble of blood rolling down her chin     ‘     and quit frustrating me with your mediocre attempts .     ‘

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@jerseydeviled

As relaxed as he was he was as attuned as ever. As one grip loosened others tightened–gently, slowly, purposefully. He felt the silken smoothness curl around his arms and legs causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. “I try and give only the best.” He was her doll to be played around with and he’d perform how she saw fit.

“As if I’d ever say no.”

‘     you just aim to please .     ‘     she sings , amused with his demeanor .  ��  the widow had disturbed his restful moment and then rewarded her with his compliance .     now , if all could be so simple like him .     ‘     there are rules .     ‘     a game needed a foundation , something to pose a challenge for them both , but with odds she would win . . . of course .     ‘     no magic , no tools or weapons of any kind .     ‘     his objective ? well that was easy enough . . .     ‘     with only your hands , and your feet if you wish , you must solve four of my webbed puzzles .     ‘     quaint simper adorns her lips whilst she peers o’er her busty chest down toward him .     ‘     for each one you solve within a specified time , i’ll remove my binds on you . the only way out if you fail however . . . i’ll have to eat them .     ‘

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‘     ambrose , darling . . . this is dreadfully boring .     ‘     his house arrest seems to limit her fun , plus his room . . . it was a bit too stuffy .     she wanted to stretch her legs , taste a pretty boy , make a girl cry , something !     ‘     and i’m getting hungry .     ‘     she rolls lazily , spell book discarded whilst her arm flops across cover .     she stretches , endowed breasts lift into air until she rolls onto side .     long silken ribbons are spilled over her shoulder , leaving a pool of black ‘pon covers .     ‘     i’m afraid if you can’t procure one tasty pretty boy for me , i might have to just eat you .     ‘     she teases him . . . or does she ? @nekremanse  |  starter

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‘     i prefer them . . . a little fluffier , next time .     ‘     pink muscle rolls across petite fangs , black ribbons of silk crack like a whip in snatch for dinner .     she brings a pretty boy , that much the widow likes . . . when they’re a little lean however , they are tougher to chew .     the chubby ones are just sooo . . . tender . ‘     do note that .     ‘ @sucubitch  |  starter

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@jerseydeviled

He was pulled along willingly like a dog, a beast, aching for the treat that dangled as droplets from her fingers and lips. And a dog-beast he was as he licked his lips in dire anticipation before one of those soft tendrils slicked away the product of his intense appetite. How she flaunted it in front of him brought him close to a breaking point.

Her words were only half heard, his focus intently trained, instead, upon the faint red that still stained the corners of her mouth. How he’d love to sample straight from the source but second-hand would do and would likely be all the sweeter coming from her lips. Even to lick it from her fingers would be more than enough. Still bound at the wrists he raised his paired hands in an attempt to just touch her face, to get even just a smearing on his fingertips.

“It’s just my nature to make it known exactly what I want.” Less a beast now but the hunger still growled below the surface, a faint shimmering of desperation in his eyes. “If you’d give it to me..” His breathing proceeded to get shallow, a panting almost. Not quite less it seemed. A bastard of a devil brought to begging, oh but to him there was so much to gain.

amused by his theatrics , the way his glare seemed starved and his tongue wet , she enjoyed the idea of breaking him if feasible .     toying with him was becoming far too pleasurable .     he was surely a HUNGRY thing .     the widow’s gluttonous tendencies almost didn’t want to share , and how she love being cruel . ' our nature is so similar , darling . ‘     her kittenish response meets those hinted eyes of desperation .     though dark as night , there is a sultry way her gaze beholds his .     unpredictable and titillating , the widow cedes only a fraction . . . her voluptuous figure merely pressing her bosom against his chest .     she flaunts her silken tress with the wave of her head , sanguine fluid glistening ‘pon her porcelain skin     ‘ give it to you ? ‘     she recites with amusement , faint undertones of a chuckle accompanying . . . ‘ that would be far too easy , no ? ‘     a flippant retort whilst she thickens the weight of her taunt , the bonds tightening 'pon his wrists .     her breath is saturated in the metallic scent of blood , a whisper falling sort amidst the sound of his shallow breaths .     ‘ i’m not impressed by the extent of your groveling , yet . ‘     a flick of tongue is just shy of grazing his lip , if he wanted to dine . . . then he would have to give her a more profound performance .

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@jerseydeviled

A soft whimper is his reply to what was already known and he pulls his knees closer towards his chest, a little dramatic effect to fit right into their little game. He rubs his head against her lap and continues to gaze upward with still shining eyes.

Just the tune of her voice is enough to lull him into a feeling of contentment and with those precise fingers trailing over his neck he relaxes again. Even as he starts to feel the pressure against tendons and veins he does nothing except for encouraging it. “Then why not pick the first one you can think of.”

there was a glint of light within the abysmal darkness of her eyes .     the widow adored games , and the way this adorable little devil played right into such an obvious secret . . . a dainty grin appeared .     ‘ you spoil me . ‘     comes the sweet tone of her voice .     and within the next moment . . . there is a loosening grip ‘pon his throat .     a winding sensation of fibers soon slither cross jessie’s lithe frame , gentle binding of his appendages within the confines of her silken tresses .     ‘ feeling awake enough for a game ? ‘