Spiders Cw - Tumblr Posts
homem apontando uma arma para uma aranha no braço de outro homem
man pointing a gun to a spider on the arm of another man
little girl on a tea party with 3 spiders
menina criança brincando de festa do chá com 3 aranhas
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Blitzo hadn't entirely been listening as Moxxie rambled on. His eyes had gone half-closed and he'd sort of slumped over into a more comfortable--if undignified--lean. He enjoyed the sound of Moxxie's voice. Even as shrill as it could sometimes get, there was something perpetually reassuring about Moxxie. The more he babbled on, the better things usually were.
And so at that sudden mid-sentence silence? Blitzo's eyes had opened wide and he had frozen, spray paint in one hand, going just as perfectly still as Moxxie was--
Until Moxxie spat it out. A spider? Huh. Blitzo turned his face up and grinned at the spider. "Fuck, Moxxie, inside voices, huh?
"A brown recluse? Is that even an okay thing to say? Sounds a little racist if you ask me. Really, Mox, you gotta come up with better names for these things. Like, this could be a Betty. Don't you think? She looks like a Betty. Actually--yeah. I've dated a Betty. And she does look just like them." As he chatted, he reached up and took hold of the spider's silk thread, breaking it. As the spider dangled, he held the strand of silk carefully, trying not to jostle her. Easy enough to just crush a spider, but fuck. She was alive, wasn't she? Why take that away? Wasn't like they were getting paid for it, and she wasn't some awful human--just some terrifying monster, ugly to most, born into a role she didn't ask for and couldn't change.
Not that Blitzo empathized. Really. Pffff....
With more care than he usually bothered to show to anyone--at all, ever--Blitzo put the spider on one of the nearby shelves, settling her down on a coil of rope.
"There you go, pretty. Fuck off." He brushed his hands off and settled back into where he'd been sitting, then looked over at Moxxie with the kind of grin that promised he was about to be insufferable. While he could say something sincere, like "you're right, there are better games to play; we played the Truth side of Truth or Dare way too much that time we were drugged," he went with:
"I spy, with my little eye, an imp who loooooves me. Don't even deny it, Moxxie. You love me. You don't want me to get bitten by a spider. You know what? Sometimes, I think I see what Millie sees in you."
After their target went down without a hitch, it had been nice to see that the resort was full of what appeared to be harmless, happy sinners. Some maybe even future ‘winners.’ And their children. Moxxie could never bring himself to think of human children as sinners or winners. But the imps had to hide. Lest they be thrown around again or mistaken for aliens or woodland critters.
Blitzo’s words interrupted Moxxie’s introspection. He stopped clicking the fidget toy he had and pocketed it, not wanting to annoy his boss with the sound.
“A g-game? Oh, to pass the time? Right– Not a bad idea. Ha,” he kept his worries about what might be the hold up with the portal to himself. With Millie out sick today his usual emotional support anchor was not there. He had to self-regulate.
“Maybe not so much…Truth or Dare, though,” he gestured. “Don’t think there’s much we can dare each other to do in our situation anyways. Something like ‘I Spy’ or ‘Would You Rather’? You know, um. Less action –” he froze, petrified in what looked like abject terror.
The little spider lowering itself on a web just above Blitzo seemed to cause Moxxie to lock up.
“Blitz– Be Careful!! It might be a BROWN RECLUSE!” he whispered. Or attempted to whisper. It was one of those attempts that ended up making the speaker louder than their usual voice. And with Moxxie’s already boyish timbre, he was practically squeaking. He was not scampering away though, instead gesturing above Blitzo’s head frantically so Blitzo could see. With Blitzo in danger of being bit, he would not disappear. Not yet, anyways. As soon as that particular spider was gone, that was a different story.