#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss IC 」
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Husk's fur had bristled the moment Charlie had answered the door to reveal a spider none of them had seen before waiting on the other side. They hadn't met him, but Bo had, albeit in another life, and though they looked far different than they had when still breathing, Husk knew just who had walked through those doors. "What the fuck-" A slam of paws on his bar-top, claws gripping tight into the wood with enough force to leave ruts. "Are you doin' here, you goddamn son 'f a bitch-" He had been cut off at that, Charlie, bless her bleeding heart, had no idea who she had just let into their hotel. It didn't take a genius to know why he was here, and the moment Anthony's Angel's name had left that spider's lips, Husk had been up and over the bar with the crashing of glasses and bottles being left in his wake" "You keep his fuckin' name out of your mouth, or I swear to fuck I'll rip your throat out with my goddamn teeth, you motherfuckin', cock suckin', good for nothin' prick-" //-whistles- - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @hells-fvry 」 ˙ ˖ ✧
「 ☆ 」 Stepping foot in this fucking hotel was the last thing Arackniss wanted to do. Decades of avoiding his brother ( once Arackniss was aware of what happened to Anthony ) , gone to waste thanks to his dad having a brilliant idea. For one so quick to declare someone ❛ dead to him ❜ , the fickle mafioso sure embraced forgiveness once the disgraced son became appropriately useful again. Whenever one of THOSE happens, Arackniss is usually the one who has to put in the dirty work to help it come to fruition... Flattering as it is frustrating, Arackniss getting no praise should he succeed yet feeling the looming weight of punishment should he fail.
Thankfully, the Princess was accommodating as expected... It took no effort to get through the hotel doors, and even less to inquire about ❛ Angel ❜ . For a split second of hope ( dangerous to indulge in, no matter how small a taste ) Arackniss dared to think he could speak to Anthony with hardly a fuss. If there was a struggle, he knows his younger brother would be smart enough to keep it away from prying eyes. It's doubtful Anthony wants their business known by everyone either.
Of course, this wouldn't be Hell if things could be so simple. No, scratch that— it wouldn't be Arackniss's fucking life. ❝ Oh for fuck's sake. ❞ He growls under his breath at the sudden disruption, fur bristles with a sharp intake through bared fangs. It may have been years— may have been an entire lifetime ago, but Dante Arackniss would recognize that voice anywhere.
Frankly, he's been waiting a long time to beat the guy it belongs to senseless. Any chance of subtlety was denied the moment Bo took notice of him, the bartender hurling himself over the counter without a shred of hesitation. Not that Arackniss is much better, meeting the challenge head-on with a visceral hunger that's been gnawing at his stomach since he first saw his brother aim a lovesick look the other man's way. As much as Anthony tried to hide it— before even Bo knew —Dante had spent too long studying every shadow and checking every corner to miss something so obvious in his own kin. Not that he ever told.
Not that it ever mattered. Their dad was always hard on Anthony regardless, even if he never discovered the full depths of his son's secrets. He suspected, as they all did. But Bo never found himself on the wrong end of a gun, so EVERY dot clearly hadn't been connected... Dante should have done it himself.
Maybe then Tony would have lived.
❝ Figlio di puttana! ❞ Clawing at his attacker, he curses his inability to get a grip on his gun. Too busy trying to keep from being ripped to shreds, all while digging into Bo's flesh deeply as he can. He might be a competent fighter despite his size ( always has been ) but Bo is hardly a push-over either, and there's something to be said for the added strength protective rage can give. Spitting in the others eye, the small spider retorts in Italian, ❝ Oh, we usin' ❛ cock-suckin' ❜ as an insult, huh? That's REAL rich comin' from th' guy who had my brotha' chokin' on his! ❞
❝ What th' Hell are you even doin' here? Haven' you ruined his life enough? Tony fuckin' DIED 'cause'a you! You killed my fuckin' baby brotha' you selfish piece'a shit! You no-good, flea-ridden, cowardly FUCK— ❞ 「 ☆ 」
#(( *whistles back* ))#burning-fcols#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Arackniss 」#hells-fvry#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Husk 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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「 ☆ 」 It was supposed to be a simple pick-up. But of course, things don't always go the way they should. Rarely did in life and even less-so in Hell. Already dreading having to interact with the figurative and LITERAL blood-sucker— Arackniss tasked with handling relations between the groups —he had choked back a curse when his trip was almost for nothing. Dreading how the setback could influence his father's temperament. It might be out of Arackniss's hands, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't get backlash for the screwup of others.
It's happened plenty of times before.
Thankfully, there DID appear to be something Arackniss could do to fix the shitty situation. Even if it would require extra work, gathering some men and going out of his way to amend the mistake of Virgo's crew. Grimacing at the conditions, the mafioso had no choice but to accept them despite the surly feeling in his stomach. In the grand scheme of things, it's all reward and no risk. He succeeds and gets free equipment ( and something to brag about to his Pops ) ... Or he fails and has to let Virgo suck his blood. Leaving him no worse off than he already is, aside from a blow to his pride and bit less fluid in his body. The only one who loses is Arackniss.
And again, that's happened plenty of times before.
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Arms crossed and impatience boiling in his coveted blood as Virgo scans the list, fingers drum against his arms in a speeding rhythm. Eyes narrowing with a glow, lip upturns in a disgusted sneer as they catch sight of that stupid fucking wing flutter. Bristling where he stands, fingers halt their drumming to grip at his limbs. Claws dig into his sleeves as he silently curses his luck. There's NO WAY whatever is missing was overlooked. He had his men check and double and triple check what they had gathered. Scouring the area for so much as a BULLET that could be mistakenly left behind. Anything Virgo isn't seeing was never there to begin with.
Virgo might be an opportunistic sort but he has yet to reveal himself to be a bold-faced liar. Still, Arackniss snatches offered paper and checks for himself. Partially as a stalling tactic while he steels his nerves for what will no doubt be an uncomfortable sensation. But also because he'd be an idiot to give ANYONE the benefit of the doubt. Even if someone hasn't proved themself to be untrustworthy, that doesn't mean they aren't a snake in the grass just waiting for the chance once given to them.
Muttering obscenities under his breath as he shoves the paper back at Virgo, he rolls his eyes and starts loosening his bowtie. Moving his shirt collar out of the way to expose his now-vulnerable neck, he sucks in a shaky breath. Glaring at the opposing way, already-tense form abruptly stiffens with a sharp intake of breath as he feels himself PUNCTURED... He was right, it is uncomfortable. But not in the way he anticipated. Unsure what he expected aside from to not enjoy it, what he couldn't have guessed was the way the intial prick of pain faded into something... new.
A warmth, born of his blood gingerly rushing to the surface. An... intensity of being fed from. A weakness in his knees at the sudden lightheaded rush from long-denied attention to such a sensitive spot on his body. Begrudgingly grateful for the arms holding him steady— bringing him CLOSER to the looming man —Arackniss focuses on keeping his breathing level. Chest rises and falls with quiet pants, racing heart sending more blood to the parasite in an act of eager betrayal.
Eyes shut with furrowed brows, Arackniss isn't aware of when that happened. Hot breath escapes slightly parted lips, a final shuddering exhale slipping free when a tongue slides across marked flesh. ❛ Fuck ❜ Chimes a single, unclouded thought, everything else lost as Virgo moves away. Pulling free of the others gentle hold, a hand darts to his neck as if trying to convince himself what happened ACTUALLY happened. Wetness and warmth felt against his palm more than prove it. Entire body awash with heat, flushed face is averted to the side. Catching his breath as discreetly as possible, Arackniss irritably rubs Virgo's saliva off his neck and flicks his hand in the others direction, as if trying to return it to him.
❝ Yeah, yeah— Don' get fuckin' used ta it. ❞ He grumbles through gritted teeth, tersely wiping his hand on his suit before fixing his shirt and bowtie with slightly unsteady hands. Praying to a God that doesn't care, for Virgo to not notice... all while knowing that, if Virgo is half-as-good as Dante thinks he is, he already has. 「 ☆ 」
@burning-fcols ○ 𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕠 ○
⤷ 『 ❝ I guess I don't have a choice. ❞ 』
They had made quite the lovely agreement, in Virgo's opinion.
The unrest from the sped-up angelic invasion had caused his latest shipment to be either raided or simply waylaid. He'd not yet received intel from the one in charge of his cargo so when Dante Arackniss had entered his humble establishment for the latest model he'd been unable to provide.
That's not to say he hadn't taken full advantage of the situation however. Arackniss was skilled and fierce despite his small stature and Virgo knew he would be able to retrieve his cache without much trouble. However, just giving him an assignment wouldn't do. After all, much as he would enjoy it, Dante wasn't tied down to him and wasn't so easy to catch and tie down either.
So he'd made him an offer.
Retrieve the entirety of the cache and pick out your item of choice free of charge, or fail to retrieve the entirety of the stock list and agree to feed him instead.
Dante had brought back everything short of three guns, likely stolen in the skirmish and the second the first was noted missing as he took stock, his excitement rose, translucent wings fluttering behind him eagerly. It was an obvious tell he knew Arackniss would pick up on, but all the better for him to mentally prepare. He'd always been so reluctant over the idea, shutting the vampiric demon down before he'd ever gotten the opportunity for even so much as a taste. Is it any surprise he's eager?
"Here, you can run a check yourself if you want." He murmured with a light smirk as he handed the inventory sheet to the other, knowing Dante would want to check himself and not just take his word for it. Virgo had actually be willing to part with a specimen if it kept his working relation with the arachnid in order.
"We did agree~" He purrs when Dante speaks up and beckons him closer. "Just relax, you'll barely feel a prick I promise~" He couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation, and when Dante held still and exposed his neck he breathed deep before his proboscis extended from the roof of his mouth and pierced directly into a vein.
That sweet metallic life blood all but flooded his mouth and Virgo's eyes lidded at the rich flavour. Oh, this had been worth the wait to be sure. He took his fill gently, careful not to jostle or provide discomfort even as his arms wrapped lightly around the other's waist to keep him close.
Finally his proboscis withdrew from the skin and he gently brushed his tongue over the puncture mark to ensure it wouldn't become aggravated the way mosquito bites normally did, as well as to catch that last delicious droplet.
"Mm, thank you for that. You're absolutely delicious~"
#burning-fcols#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Arackniss 」#virgo tbt#worldly-diversity#arackniss and virgo tbt#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ‘ᴛɪʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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"I hope ya'll like it! I used my mama's best recipes." The ones they often cooked for special occasions and jerry thought this was a very special night. Not only was it their first family dinner. With him, angel and his brother being here but it was also a great chance to make a good impression on him. He wanted ness to see him as good enough for angel - ✩ 「 @dorkydemcn 」 ✩
「 ☆ 」 Lightly tapping his fork against his plate, piled high with steaming-hot food, Arackniss's gaze flits from it to Jerry's nervous expression. The poor guy looks five seconds from passing out and frankly, Angel doesn't look much better. Not that his brother isn't doing a grand job keeping up his unconcerned facade. But there are certain things a brother can't help but notice. The slight tension in how he holds his fork, the way he carries himself as if overcompensating for whatever fears are trying to weigh him down, the glint in his eyes as they train upon the smaller spider... A silent warning between the two for Arackniss to behave.
He doesn't doubt Anthony would throw his ass out in a heartbeat if he didn't.
Unbothered by this, Arackniss pokes his fork around the meal. It's about time Angel had a place where he had enough sway to kick people out. When Angel compliments Jerry on his cooking, Arackniss echoes the sentiment with a gruff, ❝ Yeah, looks pretty good... ❞ Taking a careful bite— he might be a criminal but he was taught proper manners —eyes widen a smidge with surprise at the flavors cascading over his tongue, another bite quick to follow. ❝ Damn... Been a while since I've had home cookin' like this. ❞ He mutters, casting a glance Angel's way.
❝ Heh, yeah... Jer's real good when it comes ta cookin' real meals. ❞ Angel fondly chuckles, allowing himself to indulge in his boyfriend's dinner. He can handle whatever shit Val gives him for it tomorrow. ❝ He's been showin' me how ta make stuff like this, an' I've been sharin' some of what we used ta have. Best I can, anyway... Y'know how Pop's was about me helpin' out in th' kitchen. ❞ He mutters the last bit, irritably shoving another bite into this mouth. While Angel's skills are nothing to scoff at, a vast part of it comes from stubbornness and self-instruction. Taking what he was able to learn from their mother— or witness in passing moments —and using it to try and recreate the meals she would make. They aren't perfect... but they're close.
❝ Yeah. Heh— Y'still know a Hell'a lot more than me. ❞ Arackniss replies with a shrug, not even having the benefit of some instruction from their mom. Not that he can entirely blame their dad for it. Even as a child, when it was somewhat acceptable— or at least not as harshly punished —to hang around the kitchen, Dante kept his distance. Figuring it wasn't worth the trouble... Too tired to feel more than the usual dull regret, Arackniss takes another bite. 「 ☆ 」
#hari don't look#burning-fcols#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Arackniss 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴛʀᴀ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Angel Dust 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ; ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust and Jerry 」#dorkydemcn#jerry tbt#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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"It's mighty nice to meet you! I thought for awhile that my honey bun was an only child." a nervous jerry meeting Arackniss - ✩ 「 @dorkydemcn 」 ✩
「 ☆ 」 Standing in the stranger's doorway, Arackniss looks like he's walking into a high-risk drug-deal rather than meeting his brother's boyfriend. Thought makes a sour feeling sit in his stomach; Arackniss both glad that Angel finally has someone he trusts enough to take that step with but also still... wary of the sort of trouble this type of relationship can bring. Then again, maybe things are different in Hell. Shitty a statement as that may be. With all the sin running rampant and countless reasons to go around killing people, maybe demons don't put as much stock in who someone is sleeping with. Gay, straight, or anything in-between—
They all scream and bleed the same.
Not that it helps much where Arackniss is concerned, old habits dying hard and his current situation not making it any easier to come into this with an ❛ open mind ❜. Taking only a shred of solace in how soft this guy looks, Arackniss taps the end of his cigarette with a slim finger, letting the ashes fall onto the floor without a care. Looks are often deceiving. No one would ever guess the carnage that the runty spider has created, nor the skillset of his beautiful brother; Angel even more skilled with a gun in his hand than he is with a cock. Tense posture not waning, glowing eyes narrow as he sucks in another deep drag of his cigarette.
❝ Yeah, that figa's... Me and— Angel ain't exactly got th' best relationship. ❞ He shrugs, blowing a billowing cloud of black directly into Jerry's face. Dropping his cigarette, he grinds it under a small foot. Lower hands shoved into his pockets, an upper one readjusts his hat, ❝ Things are tense wit' our whole family... Always have been. ❞ Death might have changed a lot, but it also didn't change much at all. ❝ So don't go expectin' no fam'ly dinna's. ❞ He spats, tone sounding as if he's trying to make a joke. But the bitter and uncomfortable edge makes it fall flat. 「 ☆ 」
#burning-fcols#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Arackniss 」#dorkydemcn#jerry tbt#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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“You have to. You owe me.” ( Angel & Arackniss ffft )
- ✩ 「 @gamblealife 」 ✩
「 ☆ 」 ❝ I… owe you. ❞
Tone is hinted with disbelief, exasperation managing to sink past his blunt delivery. Arms crossed and back facing his younger brother, head turns to look at— … Angel Dust— even just thinking the name leaves a sour taste rising in his throat —with a narrow gaze, crimson glowing with aggravation and oversized-fangs bared in a snarl. Claws digging into his arms, Arackniss ignores the warmth he feels seeping around them. It’s just pain. He’s learned to deal with worse. Hell, if you’re stubborn enough, you can learn to WELCOME it. Can learn to welcome nearly anything.
❝ I, heh— owe YOU. ❞ Abruptly turning to face his brother, head craning even more than it had to when they were alive, he impatiently spats, ❝ Tell me, Anthony. Tell me exactly how ya figure that outta th’ two of us— I’m th’ one that owes YOU. ❞
For one, he could have been a better older brother. Could have protected him more. Got through Anthony‘s thick head. Got dad to lay off him a bit more than he did. Not that Arackniss didn’t TRY. But that’s a damn slim excuse when he thinks back to it all. How easily he rolled over when it seemed like the move to make. How often he berated the younger in private for making things so DAMN DIFFICULT How, even now, he finds himself angry at Anthony Angel. A bit disgusted by him, if he’s not mincing sentiments. Not only for the gay shit— but just… for how far he’s fallen.
Maybe he expected more from his brother. Wanted more FOR him… Always has, if he’s being honest. Which is a damn hard thing to be.
If it wasn’t, then he’d openly admit that… Tony has a point.
He kinda does owe him.
But since when has he ever been good at living up to what he owes people? 「 ☆ 」
#burning-fcols#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Arackniss 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴋɪɴᴋʏ ʙᴏᴏᴛꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust 」#gamblealife#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#☆ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ; ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʜᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss and Angel Dust 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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#burning-fcols#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 OOC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢʀɪᴛᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀɢʟᴏᴡ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʀᴇɴꜱ; ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss Aesthetic 」#☆ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss and Henroin 」#☆ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ; ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʜᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss and Angel Dust 」#☆ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴅɪᴇꜱ; ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss and Molly 」#This A Tale Of Reckless Love; Living A Life Of Crime On The Run♡ || {Arackniss and Sir Pentious}#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Arackniss 」#(no thoughts... only angsty spoods...)#(mobile posting this shit before clocking in lol)
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Virgo smirked as he rounded his desk to face the spider, tilting his chin up presumtuously. "You'd let me have a taste, wouldn't you Dante~?" || Virgo to Arackniss
- ✩ { @worldly-diversity } ✩
{ ☆ } This guy sure is of a different breed... Arackniss doesn’t have much experience with fruits aside from his brother— that he knows of, anyway... but he likes to think he’d be perceptive enough to tell —but this guy sure doesn’t act like he’s come to expect of them. For one thing, he’s a proper man. Strong and cunning, capable of taking charge and doing what needs to be done at a moment’s notice. His figure is impressive, his manner imposing; not a fella in this crew would think of crossing him... aside from Anthony perhaps, if the situation ever genuinely called for it. Or himself.
Arackniss might even say he’s kinda jealous of him... if he were inclined to pathetic displays like that.
Almost makes you forget that this guy does more than just suck BLOOD. Shoulders tighten a hair as Virgo approaches, small stature not wavering even as the other looms over. Arackniss is used to interacting with people like that, even before death and everyone decided to become fucking towering giants. His neck doesn’t even hurt as it cranes up to better look, guided by a finger that makes his jaw clench. Upper arms crossed, toned muscles tense and chest puffs outward slightly as he sucks in a discreet breath, shoving down his temper at the patronizing air practically reeking from his side-boss. He didn’t make it this long by lashing out at people he shouldn’t...
But he also didn’t make it this far just to be amusement for some sadistic prick that ain’t his Pops.
❝ It’s Arackniss. ❞ An upper hand lightly smacks away the one beneath his chin, not hard enough to be considered more than a small shove... but the brief flash in scarlet eyes make implications clear. Upper lip curled in a small snarl, gaze narrows as he dryly retorts, ❝ An’ you betta’ be fuckin’ talkin’ ‘bout blood... ❞ Scoffing, hands move to tug at his lapels, straightening them out in a nervous fidget as he quips, ❝ I know what goes on durin’ some of yer feedin’s an’ I don’t want no part’a it. ❞
Head tilts downward a bit, but gaze remains riveted on Virgo. Brow raising and grip on his jacket tightening, claws prick into the fine fabric as he adds with a hint of disdain, ❝ Anthony ain’t exactly known fer bein’ discreet. ❞ For being the youngest, he sure doesn’t act like it, showing Arackniss about the same amount of respect dead as he did when they were alive. ❝ If yer achin’ fer a score, then why don’t ya talk ta th’ walkin’ juicebox? ❞ Despite the curtness of his words, there’s no doubt that if anyone else spoke about Angel that way— almost anyone else —they’d be introduced to a bullet.
But he’s his brother, he’s family... so it’s fine. { ☆ }
#( KJDSDNSFKDSFdsfjk... We both know he gonna give in.... but Arackniss gotta be 'Arackniss' first XD )#(Side Note: He HATES being called his actual name jksnsgjkdnfgdfk )#(Unlike Angel who finds a strange sense of 'freedom' in reclaiming Anthony- he just... would rather forget he's anything but 'Arackniss')#(his Pops still calls him Dante- but he's the only one)#burning-fcols#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss IC 」#virgo tbt#worldly diversity#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ‘ᴛɪʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」#arackniss and virgo tbt#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Arackniss 」
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"Excuse me!" A huffy snake demon slithered over to the black spider. "I was talking to you! Very rude to just leave when I was in the middle of my monolouge!" ( It begins~ )
- ✩ { @canondiivergence } ✩
{ ☆ } Arackniss doesn’t get paid enough to deal with bullshit like this... Doesn’t get paid enough to deal with half the crap he does. But that’s just part of the game, he supposes. Being the head honcho’s only son doesn’t exactly bring forth a lot of special treatment. The opposite in fact... He’s expected to work harder, act harder, BE harder.
He’s carrying the family name on his shoulders, after all. Since Angel Anthony already threw aside his self-respect— or whatever shreds he’d been keeping up a farce with —long ago. And Molly... Well, the family legacy isn’t fit for a delicate dame, whether or not she could or should be considered such. As the eldest, it all falls to him; mainly because his siblings somehow proved to be even BIGGER disappointments than the runt of the litter.
Whatever... No point in bitching over it.
Speaking of bitching—
Disinterested gaze is only disrupted by the scarce raise of a brow, ebony slits glancing over within bright scarlet as eyes give a slight glow of warning. A faint tenseness in his shoulders betraying his on edge nerves, despite his seeming lack of ‘fear’. Fur bristling like a disturbed cat and top lip arching in a slight snarl, lower limbs clench at his sides while an upper hand taps the end of a lit cigarette, ash tricking down as the chatty serpent gripes about his ‘rude’ behavior. As if it’s a surprise he’d decided to turn tail when it looked like the cartoon villain was going to go on and on... Who the fuck has the time or patience for that? Frankly, the stranger is lucky he didn’t catch a lead-induced headache.
❝ Yeah... I know. ❞ Arackniss dryly retorts, taking a drag from his cigarette— small and quick strides not lessening, forcing the other to either follow or cut him off if he wants this talk to continue —before blowing a cloud of sickly black off to the side, surprisingly keeping it out of the snake’s face. Although it’s doubtful whether the tiny spider could even reach the looming serpent. Still, intentional courtesy of not, his words are far from cordial, ❝ This might be eternal torment, but that don’t mean I got foreva’ ta listen ta yer li’l spiel... ❞ Another puff of his vice, a heavy breath escaping as smoke pours from his mouth, the cigarette is then flicked away without a second thought.
Watching its brief flight, Arackniss gruffly says, ❝ Y’wanna bump gums? Eitha’ get real interestin’ real fast... or find someone else ta give a shit. ❞ Looking up at the stranger with a half-lidded gaze, brows knit and a scoff tainting his lips, he quips, ❝ Because that ain’t exactly my specialty. ❞ { ☆ }
#(Yes; Yes it does :3c )#burning-fcols#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Arackniss IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Sir Pentious 」#canondiivergence#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ‘ᴛɪʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Arackniss 」
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