#arachnexdragoon

[imnevergonnagiveyouup]

Random munday question, if I may? From a non-native English to another, have you ever been in this situation where the entire reply you're writing is super clear in your head but you... can't find... the right word... in ENGLISH for that thing? (lowkey hoping I'm not the only one with these issues @_@)

Yes, that happens like 90% of the time for me. I hate it and it’s honestly what makes it difficult for me to reply sometimes and why I’m so slow? Like I know what I want to say, I can say it and type it out in Spanish but then I go into English and I’m like “okay how do you say manzana in english” awraxa. It’s extremely frustrating and just ugh awraxa which is why I’m so thankful that people are patient with me and even sometimes I feel like I’m using the wrong english word?? Or maybe I’m using the right word but in the wrong context and it’s just a lot it hurts but like I’m glad I’m not the only one. It’s hard, I share your struggle friend.

[arachnexdragoon]

psa

It has come to my attention that another Aranea blog has changed their URL to araneaxdragoon (formerly commodorexaranea) and the similarity is causing some issues with my notifications - I’ve also seen a few occasions where I was meant to be tagged but didn’t get the notification due to the URL being different.

So please bear in mind that my blog remains under the same URL it has always had, only as arachnexdragoon - as in the Greek mythological figure rather than Aranea’s own name.

Thanks for reading~! Mari.

[descientia]

No one could say Ignis wasn't a man of his word - by the time the waltz began at Holly's wedding party, he sought Aranea out and she accepted, easing herself into his embrace. He led confidently, and Aranea described the events around into his ear, adding a few colorful details here and there for him. "There is a handsome man in this well tailored suit dancing with this gorgeous woman in a short red dress... Best looking couple around," she smirked, "Oh wait. I was looking at the mirror."

- — —  Ignis could not help but to snicker and dip his head to keep from giving himself away. 

- — —  He never knew what to make of Aranea’s playful ways. No one ever made passes at him like that, even in jest, but neither, he knew, was he the only one she was known to jest with in such a manner. It was simply her sense of humor, he supposed, and all Ignis could do was try to play it cool and bluff that he was used to such things. That it did not faze him at all. That the dopey schoolboy grin on his face ( which she hopefully could not see from her vantage point at his shoulder ) was there because he found her to be amusing and not enchanting.

- — —  He was having fun. He was enjoying this. He felt guilty about that for a moment, because with all the world was these days, fun felt selfish. But Holly and her wife had decided to have a wedding apocalypse-be-damned precisely because life could not stop, and in that context, permitting one to enjoy oneself seemed the only proper way to honor them.

- — —  Ignis adjusted his light grip on Aranea’s right hand, suddenly missing his gloves’ ability to absorb perspiration. He did not wear them to this event; they were driving gloves, and though equally suited to gripping daggers as steering wheels, they were still far too casual for such a formal event as a wedding reception. ( Even if the apocalyptic dress code was considerably more lax than the sort Ignis was used to adhering to, and he may have been the only one in attendance who cared for such distinctions, he did still care. ) Second to his hearing, his sense of touch was his next most prominent gateway to the world, and as a blind man who usually kept his fingertips covered, resting his bare hand in Aranea’s felt intimate in a way it should not have for anyone over the age of twelve.

- — —  “ A bold presumption, ” he remarked, clearing his throat and licking his dry lips before dropping them near to her ear. “ I was told they were simply two friends, one of whom owed the other a dance. ”

[insomnianchild]

Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something?

Fear-themed HCs

Micah collects books about the Hexatheon or all the Cosmogonies he can possibly find in the ruins of Insomnia. In his former life he tended carefully to these books, repaired them diligently and tried to keep them in good shape. 

Now he uses them to tear out the pages while quoting the words and stuff a sinner’s mouth with them whenever they are about to receive punishment.

[triggerxhappy]

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

NONVERBAL RP STARTERS | ACCEPTING

Prompto sighed. He hated these Coeurls. They were so strong and so quick. Every time he fought them, it ended up that way, and he truly hated himself for that. He refused to be a BURDEN for his friends, and particularly not for Aranea because he admired her a lot. She was probably the best fighter he knew, maybe the only exception was Cor, and he hated when she had to take care of him like this. He felt like she had so much more to do…

“Nea…” He whispered, doing his best to ignore the growing pain in his chest. “You don’t have to take care of me… We-we can go in town. I-I could see a doctor there…” 

[bymypride]

☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

In Depth Headcanon Prompts; Set 1

Depends on the night. He doesn’t ever actively do the same thing for very long.

The factors dependent on that would be what made him sleepless, what kind of night it is, and how tired he is.

Most likely, he wants to sleep, so he’d be doing what he could to get to sleep. Take a sleeping pill, drink something warm, turn off all the lights in the apartment. He just wants rest, he’s going to try and get it, Nyx strikes me as a busy person.

If the thing that kept him up was a PTSD flashback or trigger, it’s different, he doesn’t want to go back to sleep because it’ll turn into a nightmare and his mind is very good at giving him those. In those cases he’ll try to watch something on TV, or go for a walk, maybe go to a convenience store and buy something, not that he needs something, just so that he can see other people and make small-talk and just get his mind off it. By now I think the 24/7 convenience stores around his apartment all know him pretty well by now, at least the graveyard shift does. Since nothing good is on TV at the hour he’s awake, he usually resorts to watching infomercials. The overly excited fake enthusiasm that most of the hosts have is kind of amusing, something to take his mind off the situation.

If it’s a rainy night, he’ll listen to some music and look outside at the rain. If it’s snowy he’ll probably drink something warm and bundle up because, I mean, lets be honest his apartment looks like it’s terrible in any weather and it doesn’t have insulated walls. On a hot night he’s probably miserably fanning himself or casting small little blizzara spells in his hand and then rubbing the ice on his face to cool himself off.

The nights where it’s thankfully not fear and nightmare fueled reasons to stay up, it just might be he’s not tired, and he’ll go for a walk, maybe meet some stranger or say hello, he just walks around downtown and then eventually goes home, takes a long bath, and lays down in bed.

So all sorts of things! His actions are changing like the weather is every day, and also changing according to weather, in some instances.

[nyxulricdeleted]

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

✘ —;  Sweat mixed with blood stained his face – left a nasty taste of salt and iron on his bruised lips. Hands bound behind his back, his bruised wrist pulsated in pain and was the only concern of his. They were smart to disable him. He was praying on their ignorance when he decided to switch places with Libertus as their prisoner. “…That idiot.” He scoffed with a slight roll to the eyes when a cold, damp cloth was pressed along his forehead. Quickly, he looked up and saw the dragoon woman wiping the blood off of his face.

 Stunned, his breath was held from saying anything impulsive. He did not realize he suffered a blow to the top of his head. Uncomfortably suspicious, he tried to shuffle away from her touch. A kind gesture from the enemy is never good. “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine.” He said earnestly, head bowed as a way to hide the anger within his eyes from her. ---

          ---- For it was circumstance that made them enemies – he had nothing against her personally. 

“…But thanks…” He said airily. Part of him wanted to act like an injured wolf that had been cornered. But, her random act of kindness played on the better parts of him.

@arachnexdragoon

[leidemechanic]

@arachnexdragoon | cont. 

Aranea had just been returning from some field work - a red giant nest dangerously close to the citadel, a place where these creatures usually didn’t gather in larger groups, but their behaviors were… Erratic, so to say. They had lost a lot of the scientists who could actually try to explain what the fuck was going on with the daemons, and Aranea was just used to fight the occasional one during nighttime when she flew over Lucians roads.

Now it was almost a standard gig every couple of days - and while she didn’t mind the daemons, she was worried about the state of her carrier and the inertia controller of her armor. It was the bit that allowed her to do her trademark jumps and remain airborne as Noctis used to - and there was only one man capable of mending Niflheim-made tech these days: Cid Sophiar.

Cindy’s voice attracted her attention though - she smiled at the girl and at the way her men followed the mechanic’s figure too - well, Cindy was famously married to her work, but it didn’t stop every single (straight) male friend she had from being interested. Nodding, she started to unclasp the breastplate off, removing the harder (and more dangerous) pieces of her armor since she was at a safe place now.

“Just finished for today, so not busy. Just think I smell like burnt wood thanks to these giant flaming swords,” she grinned at Cindy, leaving her gear on the nearest empty spot on the ground and stretching her arms a bit - it felt good to be relieved of all that weight. “Also Cid’s taking a look at my stuff, so I’m not really going anywhere. What you have in mind?”

It was hard not to notice the feeling of being stared at as she worked or walked by - something that she had been used to and very much encouraged when it brought gil and customers to Hammerhead. Now?  Now it no longer mattered. Things were tougher than before: the light extinguished and daemons becoming more frequent than one would like. The world was a little scarier than before. 

Despite it all, Cindy did her best to keep up appearances. Someone had to flash a welcoming smile now and again when an exhausted hunter rolled inside the gates of the outpost with their battle-scarred trucks. Yet for a while now, her mind was elsewhere; work brought to a steady crawl while her gaze flitted across the faces of the worn and weary. They did so much for everyone and though, she didn’t need to, she very much felt she owed them all for what they did. 

It was the reason why she brought herself to Aranea with all smiles, chuckling at the dragoon’s statement while she removed her armor and set it aside. “That bad, huh? The shower’s back up an’ runnin’  should ya need it.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder, gesturing to the garage before her smile fell at the mention of her grandfather. He was going to find out sooner rather than later what his granddaughter had planned, but she pressed on with the idea regardless. 

“I want ya to teach me to fight...” Cindy paused, shaking her head before correcting herself. “No, not fight. Just... enough to protect m’self and others in case of emergencies, y’know?”

[empatheticscientist]

Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?

Nope. She is very much not superstitious.

[aegisregalis]

15. What attracted you to write your muse?

@arachnexdragoon || Munday Asks - accepting!! 

15. What attracted you to write your muse?

Answered here.

[youngrevolutionary]

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

the salty af munday meme

Oh, are we talking about FFVIII?

(Okay, I meant to write a small thing but I ended up ranting and raving so I will spare everyone being subjected to my ramblings and put it under a cut.)

Honestly, I was just talking about this to @lunuanaki about how he VIII fandom has seemed to dramatically decline in terms of activity and available muses. I know I don’t help matters by writing in XV but I mean, idk. I never anticipated it to go into hibernation like it has. 

There is an abundance of VIII muses writing in AUs to keep their inspiration and drive alive and honestly, I am 100% in support of this. These characters are so amazing but if the general interest to write in VIII isn’t there, what can we really do? 

I mean, the fandom is OLD. The game was released back in 1999 and it's been going strong all this time. We've exhausted the typical plot ideas, we've explored the shipping potentials, had fandom wars and all that and then some. Dissidia brought some fresh blood but it's hard to get excited when they've never touched VIII but they want to write in the world.

You can't just explain how the world of VIII works, you have to experience it. And for a lot of us, it has taken us years to perfect our muses and write up headcanons and theories and so on. God, when it finally came out that the Squall is Dead and Rinoa=Ultimecia theories were officially dismissed, the entire fandom was shook for about two weeks and everything died down again.

I mean, it sucks so fucking much because the game and the characters are so rich and full of depth but no one gives it the time of day because it's so old and so long. It's not XV, it's not Dissidia, it's not a remake of FFVII so no one really cares to go beyond skimming through a couple wiki pages.

But I mean, there are still amazing writers who are trying to keep it alive. We've got @sunny-explosions , @hartofbalamb , @ehregeiz , @lovevoiid , @lunuanaki and my own muses doing what we can but there has to be that interest that is severely lacking. It just... hhhhgh, it sucks so bad.

So, so bad.

I'm counting on something happening. Be it a remake or whatever, I want to see GF muses and NPC muses and OCs and Irvine's and Rinoa's and Zell's popping up all over the place again. I miss seeing how active it used to be just two years ago compared to it being about a dozen or so of us just barely hanging on. (but lbr it's mostly Sunny who does literally all the hard work here. Selphie is the tape and glue that holds this hot mess of a fandom together).

Wow, I've been holding a lot in, apparently. I didn't mean to go off about VIII like this, and I anticipate this will make people angry that I put it all out there but honestly, it needed to be said, I feel.

[culinarystrategist]

Lucian roads at night meant a couple of fire giants and a few bombs thrown in, if you were lucky. Ignis had just pulled the Regalia over to avoid driving into the daemons when Aranea joined them on the ground, ready to lend them a hand - but the ex-mercenary charged a fee, and she collected it in the form of a kiss from Ignis. She hardly said anything before taking off, which everyone else assumed to be a surprising turn of events. But for Aranea (and Ignis), it was merely Tuesday.

@arachnexdragoon

Witchcraft.

That was only only way of explaining it. Nobody had ever managed to make Ignis forget himself the way Aranea did and it had to be down to some kind of witchcraft because Ignis was a man very much in control of himself at all times. Except whenever Aranea put in an appearance.

They’d got used to her sweeping into their battles and fighting alongside them. Each and every time, she was a welcome sight, arriving at precisely the right moment to lend support and deliver some absolutely devastating blows to the enemy. Ignis has his own, private, reasons for being happy to see her. In the midst of combat, he’d catch her and and she’d send him a wink that got his heart pounding. After the last enemy had been dispatched, she rarely around, but when she did, they were both cautious and careful to keep their relationship secret. Stolen looks and silent promises passed between them, but no more.

Occasionally, after they’d been separated for a prolonged period of time, Ignis would invite Aranea and her men to dine with them, but more often than not, she politely declined, and Ignis understood why. They were still enemies, after all, and they had to keep up appearances. It grew ever more difficult, however, given that their opportunities to meet up came so few and far between, and most recently, she’d taken to throwing caution to the wind and accepting his offer of food. Luckily, Biggs and Wedge did a stellar job of distracting Noctis, Prompto and Gladio with tall tales which allowed Ignis and Aranea to sneak off for a few snatched minutes of precious privacy. 

If any of the others suspected anything, they didn’t say a word, although Ignis was quite positive that Gladio had shot him a few knowing looks once Aranea and her companions said their goodbyes. It might have been Ignis’ imagination, however. Or, perhaps, a somewhat guilty conscience. They were covert. Of that, he was certain, but equally, he had begun to suspect that his feelings were noticeable in the way he behaved. Maybe not to Noctis, who was notoriously unobservant when it came to others, but that Ignis smiled a little more often, or occasionally wore a wistful expression couldn’t possibly have gone unobserved, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

There were changes to be seen in Aranea, too. For one thing, she was becoming bolder. She flirted openly with Ignis, chuckling with far too much glee when he responded in an appropriately flustered manner, complete with pink-tinged cheeks. Whenever she made a saucy joke - which was surprisingly often - she’d send him a bawdy wink while everyone else laughed. But so far, she’d maintained her decorum. She hadn’t actually made any overt displays of affection towards him that would have the others asking questions.

Until now.

With a blush heating his cheeks, Ignis watched her depart after she’d taken her payment, his gaze fixed firmly on the departing airship. Nobody said a word. They didn’t have to because, when Ignis looked around at Noctis, Gladio and Prompto, he could see the surprise clearly written on their faces. Widened eyes, dropped jaws and - in Gladio’s case a very distinct smirk - spoke of astonishment at what had occurred.

Regaining his composure, Ignis cleared his throat and allowed his shoulders to rise and then fall in a shrug.

“It’s a Tuesday,” he said, then turned away to walk back to the Regalia. “Shall we be on our way?”

[loqis]

🌋

Send 🌋 and my muse will blurt out the first thing that comes to mind when they see your muse

“I still think she should have been my sister. Or cousin. She belongs to the family anyway.”

[descientia]

“I’m not wearing that.”

four-word prompts // no longer accepting

- — —  He’d been wearing it for the better part of the past week, ever since Talcott had gifted him with it heartfully and earnestly. It was a scarf, soft against his neck and protective against the encroaching winter chill which was all the more brutal this year for lack of sunlight. So when Aranea had remarked upon the uncomfortable temperature, Ignis thought nothing of removing it from his own neck and handing it to her.

- — —  He just had no idea it was bright yellow and emblazoned with cactuars.

- — —  “ Why? ” It was an honest question, not defensive but sincerely curious. “ Is it hideous? ”

[ezma-auburnbrie]

Announcement:

Regarding the Hunters:

After much debate, the legislative committee has codified the Hunters' position in our society at present. Going forward, the Hunters will primarily focus their efforts on combat, supporting the Glaives in the field. In addition, the Hunters will continue surveying outposts around the continent, ensuring their safety while procuring and delivering supplies as required.

Furthermore, David Auburnbrie will henceforth attend all committee meetings as advisor to the current chair of Meldacio Hunter HQ, Ezma Auburnbrie. All assignments will be decided on the basis of aptitude, but personal requests may be considered depending on the circumstances. Those wishing to withdraw from the organisation are asked to submit their resignation ASAP.

[triggerxhappy]

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

NONVERBAL RP STARTERS | ACCEPTING

It was the first time Prompto was going out since Noctis’ death. He spent his time helping with the rebuilding, and working on his pictures. After all, he still wanted to have a photo studio that would probably be named in his best friend’s honor. But even if he always did his best to stay strong and OPTIMISTIC - he wanted to be there for the others even if he was suffering too - he was always feeling really sad. Maybe that was why Aranea had asked him to go out with him. She was like an older sister to him, and if she wanted to cheer him up, he would really appreciate it.

However, he hadn’t seen that coming: she brought him on the dance floor so they could dance together. He hadn’t danced in years, and he didn’t even know Aranea liked to dance. But he was still glad to have a moment like this one with a friend. “I can’t believe the badass Aranea Highwind brought me onto the dance floor.”