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‛ I have to admit. I don't usually like spiders, but you look really pretty! I'd ask you for your lipstick brand, if I didn't have to report you to the pros. I never can find one that suits me . ’

         “ OH, sweet child. i suppose i should thank you for your flattery, even if your connection to the pro heroes that stalk the streets is regrettable. perhaps you and i can agree to part without letting anyone know we met. ”

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discord drop! feel free to add me.

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send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

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sb: arachne, wearing such a big dress and heels is impractical in a fight

arachne: i cant hear you over me looking amazing while my handy chainsaw cuts you to ribbons bc i dont do shit if i dont have to

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VERSE INFO: BNHA.

name: arachne gorgon. alias: mother spider. quick: arachnid manipulation.

the mastermind of a sprawling underground organization, arachne has been missing from the public scene for some time following a messy breakout from a prison she’d been held in for several years. while in hiding, she has allowed arachnophobia to grow its ranks and spread in secret, preferring to deal in secretive, illegal trades than fighting against heroes for the time being. however, with the sudden rise of incidents around the city, she feels its nearly time for the spider to spin its trap.

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ah, her mad little child -- arachne's just going to hum and pull kidd against her side, stroking her fingers through his hair. she's so very fond of him.

 Mother, mother, how do I tell thee the tale of a boy who lost everything ?

 Her caress reminds him of a time where there were the gentle laughs and giggles of people long forgotten. Could he remember love, if it had not already been here, within her arms?  No one has ever held him like this, can hold him like this, a type of love delivered by the coos and shushes of what he assumes to be praise– within her there is so much of himself, and without her; how he dreads the thought! Rhymes of rage, riddles of ruin– therein their waste, the causalities had changed him so, from the destruction of DEATH CITY to the fall of father himself.  

   It was all so invigorating.

“ … ” This is where the weak-kneed would buckle, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her dreamingly-dark voice that flows through the air and grieves ways to deceive. His devotion is genuine, however, so he doesn’t mind every pat of his head, or kiss on the temple. He will take it as such. He is the son of the spider’s web, after all.

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MADNESS.

IF SHE WAS THE SPIDER, he was the fly. A witch by any other name. His memory of her is that of a reminder. Her sense of love was a loss of one’s individuality. THEY WERE two sides of the same coin. He rejected her, even wanted to MURDER her so she would never have him in her clutches. His heart was his own, but she had wanted to devour it. If she tried, he would have wrapped his hands around her throat until her lips had let out a final, beautiful breath. But never would he do so. SHE DESERVED so much more than that. SAY THAT SHE DID EAT HIS HEART, what would she gain? Nothing. They would end up killing eachother. A deux-icide by any other means.

“ Is the world your web? ” 

A bitter question. She must be playing a game with him - HE REFUSES. To be seen by her PIERCING EYES is awful. She is terrible. (She is love.)

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     IS IT so wrong to have so much love? to open her arms, to welcome the world to be her children in madness? a world where she ruled them all -- there would be no pain she couldn’t soothe, nothing she couldn’t twist to her whims to satisfy. why couldn’t he see she meant the best for everyone?

     IT DOESN’T matter in the end. whatever he thinks, he will think. it won’t matter once her plan comes to fruition and she becomes the true mother of the world. there is a clatter, her fan coming open to hide painted lips to keep her smile hidden from view.

          “ MY EIGHT-LEGGED CHILDREN have watched the world for me for nearly a thousand years. i have webs in every corner of the world. . .are you truly surprised by arachnophobia’s reach, ashura? does my power frighten you? there’s no reason to be afraid. i am on your side, you know. ”

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each word is empire, / each word is vampire and mother.

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come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.

IMG SRC.

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i love that arachne admits freely that maka outsmarted her and that because of her own mistakes and maka’s intelligence, she failed in her mission

i love that she actually just admits she fucked up right before she dies

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baby arachne.............

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MAKA.

there’s things the black blood have done to her. all of her senses are heightened to a ridiculous degree. her soul perception is through the roof, something that medusa loves to take advantage of. you can be so useful sometimes, maka, she’s heard only a handful of times in the many, many years she’s spent with medusa. 

‘ i dunno, ‘ she continues in her sing-song tone, ‘ i think my ankle would heal if i broke it to get to you. ‘ 

she has no plans of doing so, but, grinning up at the spider, maka does consider it. she could always let her wings out, but that still hurts too much just to try and swat at a talking spider. 

‘ sister? ‘ the word’s foreign on her tongue. she’s not sure she’s heard it before, but oddly knows what it means. a comical frown dominates her face. ‘ you’re very tiny to be lady medusa’s sister. did she ever sit on you? ‘

      MEDUSA has left her best weapon unattended and arachne almost wants to scold her sister for it. the thought of taking maka away and leaving behind a sign that arachne had so easily slipped under her radar is so very tempting. . .but no, she needed to be smart about this.

     SHE DOES laugh at maka’s words, watching the way her face contorts into something like confusion. she supposes she cuts a strange appearance to the girl, speaking through the spider.

          “ OH, NO, darling, i’m not this small normally. i’m just using one of my precious spiders to speak to you. . .i’m far away right now. medusa is my sweet little sister. . . ” and an ever present thorn in her side. “ does she come to see you often? ”

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i lost my other starter call bc im a Dumb Bitch™ so like this for a short something

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so i’m binge rewatching soul eater,

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OKAY SO CONSIDER: ARACHNE MADE THE FIRST DEMON WEAPONS USING HER FELLOW WITCHES’ SOULS

U HAVE TO EAT A WITCH’S SOUL TO BECOME A DEATH SCYTHE

WHAT IF…………ARACHNE MADE THE FIRST DEMON WEAPON FOR DEATH BACK WHEN THEY WERE FRIENDS

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arachne @ death: scorn me once i make you a weapon out of some people and a few witch souls and im gonna steal ur fucking son