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Welcome dear visitors, I am Whimsy the juggler, also known as Arachne! . Do you want to see my juggling act? You've come to right place~
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the life within the study was everything Arachne could hope for. Safety, food, shelter, quality with their mate, what more could they ask for? They no longer wore their circus costume. Instead they mostly wore their kimono or casual clothes. They even had their second set of arms exposed at times since they didn't need to hide them any longer. They had brought with them a few of their juggling items such as their pins, knives, and rubber balls keep themselves busy whenever they were not assisting in cleaning the study or reading scrolls that were carefully selected.
As always they knew not to overstep boundaries with Puppeteer. Let them initiate things first. Arachne was happy, truly happy. Within the study their true name was uttered and it filled then with joy hearing it from their mate's lips.
Meals were provided to them, since they still needed to eat and have enough energy for their daily tasks. The nights were fun for them as well. Cuddling with Puppeteer some nights while other nights they stayed awake to merely keep them company as they worked. Never questioning where they would go or went, like an obedient pet waiting for their master's return.
The most recent nights have been a struggle however. A new test. Monsters need to eat human flesh in order to get the proper nutrition they need to survive. The meals have been.. Lacking that sort of meat. "I will pass this test that my love is giving me. I will endure. I must." They were unsure why this test was necessary but they did it anyway without question. After all, Puppeteer doesn't do things without a reason or without a plan. That is why they love them so much.
The meat was provided when showing signs of weakness or illness. A test of strength perhaps? Whatever it is..Arachne endures. "Arachne soshite Ayatsurimei zuttoisshoni. Itsumo."
It was something new and different with Whimsy now living within their study, and especially so close by, but it was manageable.
The wives back then had never stayed in a room with them; it had been considered improper for spouses to sleep beneath the same roof once evening duties had concluded. Privacy had been expected. Distance had been tradition.
And with the dolls that played along as well—nightmares being the only exception—children, artificial or otherwise, were prone to fear.
But with Whimsy, it was different. Some nights, they slept beside them. Other nights, Whimsy simply occupied the study while they worked in silence. Even so, it was an interesting feeling to watch them breathe and twitch in their sleep, and sometimes, without realizing it, the watching had lasted longer than intended.
Something to get used to, they would muse to themself each time they rose and left the study as usual.
Whimsy was trusted enough to survive alone within it; after all, they were an adult and not a child. The study was only a safe haven to be away from Jester and to be their new home.
Puppeteer didn’t need to coddle them, and that was final. They would continue work as usual and leave Whimsy as a minor thing to worry about, like the quiet awareness of a faithful companion waiting patiently at home until they returned.
*They had waited a while for this. Wanted to make sure it was perfect.. Finally it was finished. With great care Arachne adorned their newly crafted outfit and made their way into the study with their arms gently held in front of them. They had a black kimono adorned with red spider lilies across the garment. They even had one of the flowers in their hair.* I remembered today~ it is important. Otanjōbiomedetō my love~ your gift.. Is me~ and the new outfit. I hope you like it my dearest Ayatsurimei.
oh it's lovely, my little spider. Such a thoughtful gift for this very day.
With nothing more than a gentle flick of their fingers, Whimsy stood adorned in the kimono, as the lily that was within their hair unfurled and transformed into a crown of glowing red blossoms
and then they slipped an arm around their waist, dipping them backward with grace before leaning down to place a slow, passionate kiss upon their lips
*They let out a soft surprised squeak from the dip but eagerly returned the kiss to them. They rested their hands on their lover's chest and the back of their neck, even purring softly. They were glad the gift was well received* hehe I'm glad you like it sensei. I.. Made it myself.
And I rather like that you did. You possess such beautiful talent, itoshii hito. It continues to surprise me with every passing moment.
A soft chuckle escaped them as they effortlessly lifted Whimsy into their arms in a gentle bridal carry, drawing them close before nestling their face against the curve of their neck, savoring the quiet closeness between them and letting it be a day where permission wasn't needed this time.
*the blush on their mask was bright pink. They couldn't help but giggle as well.* My love burns bright for you with each passing moment~ I'm happy to make you happy. To be yours. Like one of the wives you have told me about before. *They placed a kiss on their cheek, even curling up in their arms*
Well my love... I do find myself wishing to make you mine once more. So, as for today, consider this a gift—a moment where you won't have to ask
Their voice fell to a whisper as they lowered Whimsy onto a pile of cushions , their hands lingering lightly at their sides while scattering a trail of featherlight bites along their neck, each one slow and affectionate.
*they slowly remove their mask and set it to the side* you mean... We can? *They smile, running their hands down the other's back and tilting their head to the side. The larger scar from Jester's reclaim peeking out from beneath their clothes*
Sensei..Watashi o tsureteitte. Watashitachi no tamashī o, mōichido hitotsu ni shimashou.
Yes... indeed we can. Besides, its been quite some time, hasn't it? they mused with a fond smile.
And as soon whimsy removed their mask, they eagerly closed the distance, capturing their lips in a slow, lingering kiss. hands moving gently across their sides before carefully easing the kimono a bit just to feel the warmth of their skin beneath them only to then draw back to press a passionate trail of kisses along their jaw and lower body
*they undress slowly, letting out soft moans from their kisses and the chill of their breath* a-ah.. Sensei. It.. It has been a while. I will enjoy this gift from you~ *they do their best to relax although they couldn't help the involuntary shudder and the fur along their body stood on end. They reach lower down their body only to stop. No... They won't touch themselves. They are the gift after all so it was best to let their mate enjoy the special day as well.*
A knowing smirk tugged at their lips when Whimsy made a attempt to overstep. And they answered not with words, but with a sharp nip on their chest
While they then continued their demonstrations to please their mate moving a hand to rub their lower area for them instead
!!!! G-gomen..*they closed their eyes, focusing on the feeling, on the pleasure. They moaned once again, their arousal becoming apparent. Their claws dug into the cushions slightly to anchor themselves.* Your touch.. Is amazing.
your doing wonderful my dear, just focus on me.
They whispered against their cheek as they captured their lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth to swallow Whimsy's needy moans.
and the moment continued on like this, a mess of kisses and sounds till whimsy was left spent and laying on top of their chest neither of them haven't been cleaned yet but puppeteer was content with it as a hand moved up and down their back
*they were left a panting mess, a mixture of drool and venom dripping down their chin. They were satisfied having mated again. They looked up at Puppeteer, smiling and kissed underneath their jaw.* Aya...I love you so much. I'm glad to have made your birthday a special one~ and I hope I've made you feel good too. But I do wish to ask one thing... If I may.
Certainly, sweetheart. You were a wonderful gift,
they replied with a quiet chuckle.
They sat up at an unhurried pace, reaching for a nearby cloth to gently dab at their chin before setting it neatly aside. When Whimsy admitted there was something they wished to ask, they gave a soft, encouraging hum.
I want to remain with you.. Forever. What what I wanted to ask you, if there is a way to do so after you end my life? I know you intend to keep my soul with you but I still wish to remain by your side as your mate. I practically live here in the study. My own tent is going to be taken down at some point... So might as well be here with you and held you out whenever you need me to. Ya know, like one of your wives from back then. Aside from me being able to give children. I don't think either of us can do that. *They chuckle*
"Yes... there is a way, I could remake you as i did with my daughter, A doll's body, crafted with the same care
they spoke with quiet certainty, one hand rising to thoughtfully brush beneath their chin. But then a playful smile found its way across their lips at the mention of children.
and no, I'm quite dead andI no longer possess the necessary anatomy for such things. So you quite right neither of us can have kids. Besides I'm content with having only my daughter
I understand..I think. *They sigh contently and sit up, running their claws through the fresh marks through their fur.* A doll... I'd like that. As long as I can still be with you and remember you. I'm sure I will. *They placed their hand on their lover's chest* our love is strong.
It certainly would be but from there you could find yourself a new purpose, even leave the study whenever you want to. I'm after all granting you a new life, I won't take away your freedom
As they placed a hand over theirs rubbing their fingers which left faint scratches
just know, I am ready for this when you are. As you've taught me, to not be afraid. Watashi wa osorete imasen~ *they placed a kiss on their lips once again*
*They had waited a while for this. Wanted to make sure it was perfect.. Finally it was finished. With great care Arachne adorned their newly crafted outfit and made their way into the study with their arms gently held in front of them. They had a black kimono adorned with red spider lilies across the garment. They even had one of the flowers in their hair.* I remembered today~ it is important. Otanjōbiomedetō my love~ your gift.. Is me~ and the new outfit. I hope you like it my dearest Ayatsurimei.
oh it's lovely, my little spider. Such a thoughtful gift for this very day.
With nothing more than a gentle flick of their fingers, Whimsy stood adorned in the kimono, as the lily that was within their hair unfurled and transformed into a crown of glowing red blossoms
and then they slipped an arm around their waist, dipping them backward with grace before leaning down to place a slow, passionate kiss upon their lips
*They let out a soft surprised squeak from the dip but eagerly returned the kiss to them. They rested their hands on their lover's chest and the back of their neck, even purring softly. They were glad the gift was well received* hehe I'm glad you like it sensei. I.. Made it myself.
And I rather like that you did. You possess such beautiful talent, itoshii hito. It continues to surprise me with every passing moment.
A soft chuckle escaped them as they effortlessly lifted Whimsy into their arms in a gentle bridal carry, drawing them close before nestling their face against the curve of their neck, savoring the quiet closeness between them and letting it be a day where permission wasn't needed this time.
*the blush on their mask was bright pink. They couldn't help but giggle as well.* My love burns bright for you with each passing moment~ I'm happy to make you happy. To be yours. Like one of the wives you have told me about before. *They placed a kiss on their cheek, even curling up in their arms*
Well my love... I do find myself wishing to make you mine once more. So, as for today, consider this a gift—a moment where you won't have to ask
Their voice fell to a whisper as they lowered Whimsy onto a pile of cushions , their hands lingering lightly at their sides while scattering a trail of featherlight bites along their neck, each one slow and affectionate.
*they slowly remove their mask and set it to the side* you mean... We can? *They smile, running their hands down the other's back and tilting their head to the side. The larger scar from Jester's reclaim peeking out from beneath their clothes*
Sensei..Watashi o tsureteitte. Watashitachi no tamashī o, mōichido hitotsu ni shimashou.
Yes... indeed we can. Besides, its been quite some time, hasn't it? they mused with a fond smile.
And as soon whimsy removed their mask, they eagerly closed the distance, capturing their lips in a slow, lingering kiss. hands moving gently across their sides before carefully easing the kimono a bit just to feel the warmth of their skin beneath them only to then draw back to press a passionate trail of kisses along their jaw and lower body
*they undress slowly, letting out soft moans from their kisses and the chill of their breath* a-ah.. Sensei. It.. It has been a while. I will enjoy this gift from you~ *they do their best to relax although they couldn't help the involuntary shudder and the fur along their body stood on end. They reach lower down their body only to stop. No... They won't touch themselves. They are the gift after all so it was best to let their mate enjoy the special day as well.*
A knowing smirk tugged at their lips when Whimsy made a attempt to overstep. And they answered not with words, but with a sharp nip on their chest
While they then continued their demonstrations to please their mate moving a hand to rub their lower area for them instead
!!!! G-gomen..*they closed their eyes, focusing on the feeling, on the pleasure. They moaned once again, their arousal becoming apparent. Their claws dug into the cushions slightly to anchor themselves.* Your touch.. Is amazing.
your doing wonderful my dear, just focus on me.
They whispered against their cheek as they captured their lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth to swallow Whimsy's needy moans.
and the moment continued on like this, a mess of kisses and sounds till whimsy was left spent and laying on top of their chest neither of them haven't been cleaned yet but puppeteer was content with it as a hand moved up and down their back
*they were left a panting mess, a mixture of drool and venom dripping down their chin. They were satisfied having mated again. They looked up at Puppeteer, smiling and kissed underneath their jaw.* Aya...I love you so much. I'm glad to have made your birthday a special one~ and I hope I've made you feel good too. But I do wish to ask one thing... If I may.
Certainly, sweetheart. You were a wonderful gift,
they replied with a quiet chuckle.
They sat up at an unhurried pace, reaching for a nearby cloth to gently dab at their chin before setting it neatly aside. When Whimsy admitted there was something they wished to ask, they gave a soft, encouraging hum.
I want to remain with you.. Forever. What what I wanted to ask you, if there is a way to do so after you end my life? I know you intend to keep my soul with you but I still wish to remain by your side as your mate. I practically live here in the study. My own tent is going to be taken down at some point... So might as well be here with you and held you out whenever you need me to. Ya know, like one of your wives from back then. Aside from me being able to give children. I don't think either of us can do that. *They chuckle*
"Yes... there is a way, I could remake you as i did with my daughter, A doll's body, crafted with the same care
they spoke with quiet certainty, one hand rising to thoughtfully brush beneath their chin. But then a playful smile found its way across their lips at the mention of children.
and no, I'm quite dead andI no longer possess the necessary anatomy for such things. So you quite right neither of us can have kids. Besides I'm content with having only my daughter
I understand..I think. *They sigh contently and sit up, running their claws through the fresh marks through their fur.* A doll... I'd like that. As long as I can still be with you and remember you. I'm sure I will. *They placed their hand on their lover's chest* our love is strong.
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“Whimsy,are you there? I thought you would like a small gift considering our last conversation.” Figaro excuses himself as he enters whimsy’s tent. A doll created in whimsy’s image. - @opus-figaro
*They had just finished stitching something before tucking it away in their personal chest. Hearing the familiar voice, they crawled down from their hammock and faced the visitor with a warm smile * greetings Fig! It's nice to see you again. I'm glad you liked the treat I made for you. *They hold out their arms and hug him* a gift for me? Aww... You.. You really didn't have to. I can't remember what the conversation was about though.
Figaro was slightly shocked from the hug but even more after the admission they did not remember their conversation they had. Was that normal? How did that happen? Was it his fault? He did have trouble sleeping then..did he imagine it? Was whimsy being nice about it to preserve figaro’s perception of them?
“Oh..well..alright then? I wanted to give you this.” Figaro offered whimsy the plush doll he had made of them before he tried again. “You do not remember that your- ah..puppeteer visited my tent?” Given the outburst whimsy had about it before figaro tried to be as gentle about it as possible. Given that whimsy was the only other of their kin he had seen in a while..well that was friendly anyway.
*they took the doll, squealing happily.* It's so cute~ I love it a lot. Arigato~ *they hugged the little doll of themselves before their attention returns to him* hmm? Oh uh.. Right they told me that. My memory is a little hazy.. But I do remember your bruises.. They said you were blaming them for injuries they didn't cause.
*the poor spider's memory was altered it seemed.. Memories of what had occurred was not the truth. They tilted their head to the side a bit.* Although they did apologize for possibly handling that situation poorly. I'm also sorry too.. For whatever hurt you. Are you feeling any better though?
Figaro stiffened,taken aback by the idea he was blaming another for injures that were caused by the guilty party. It was so unfathomable,that figaro would do such a thing. Did this happen often?
“I..accept their apology? For handling the situation poorly. I also thank you for your apology? I am feeling better yes. Thank you. Much better actually.”
He didn’t know what to think about this,maybe he could ask jester? Though he was not sure how to bring about that conversation. Maybe later.
you're welcome Fig~ I'm glad you're alright. *They crawl over to some of their webs and place the doll in it, smiling warmly and even clapping* since you are here, does this mean we are friends? Like.. Actually friends now?
“I would like to assume we are friends. If I may?” Figaro asked gently before eyeing the way whimsy had placed his webs. Curious and perhaps taking in any tips for himself. “I would love to discuss things related to our kind. Where we are similar or different. I am still trying to adjust to life that is not..the intended path. I would very much like advice. If that is okay?”
Sure~ come join me up here and we can talk. *They climb the pink webs into the canopy above which were covered in the silk strands. Personal items were there as well as their juggling pins. *They made a ladder of webs for him to climb into the hammock above.*
Figaro climbs the webs no problem,using the ladder only in case whimsy did not want him to damage any of the other webs. Settling into the canopy he eyes the pink webbing. “How is it that you produce pink webbing? It’s impressive..”
it is my color~ simple as that really. Well I guess you can say it's genetics. It comes from here. *They show him the small pink X shapes on their palms* do you not have colored webbing?
“No. I do not.” Figaro eyes the shape on whimsy’s palms before looking at the small opening on his wrist. “It is incredible for how similar that is.” He mused as he showed whimsy the small vent which his webs came from.
“What does your venom do?”
*they stared at the little holes on his wrists, giggling to themselves.* Ah my venom? I don't use it much.. It's potent to humans in large amounts by other monsters it tends to just get sick from it. It's.. Also an aphrodisiac but only with other spiders.
Figaro is startled by the idea of whimsy’s venom being an aphrodisiac to other spiders. “Capitano’s is a necrotic venom quite potent to others. Mine works as paralysis. Though ours do not have a special interaction with other spiders.”
Figaro tilted his head thinking, “What is..mating like for you?” Figaro toyed with a strand of pink webbing. “I can get..feral. When it comes to that. With the want to eat those I am close to in the moment..”
*they blushed brightly at the question.* I.. Uh... Well for me.. I'm submissive. I've only mated with two monsters, Jester and Puppeteer. I let them do what they please with me while also pleasuring them the best way I can. But eating a mate? I . Haven't experienced that feeling.. It must be awful. *They frowned and weaves a pink heart for them*
“I am..also submissive. Though I do have bouts of wanting to eat them,of wanting them under me.” Figaro wasn’t sure how to explain it properly as he watches whimsy weave the heart. “Do you remember your childhood? Were you always humanoid,or did you also molt to this point?”
*They stop weaving for a moment before clearing their throat* we really are different in so many ways aren't we?~ I'm assuming you molt. But me... No I do not. *They looked at their little project as well as their claws* I haven't been in my true form in so long.. I've honestly forgotten what it looks like. Hmmm as far as can remember I was always humanoid. The eldest of 8 siblings. The first to do so many things... And my mother decided to give her attention to my younger siblings instead of me. I am unsure what happened to father.
Figaro played with his claws,mulling over whimsy’s words. “Did your mother..eat your father?” He asked as he looked down at his lap. It didn’t hurt to talk about her as much anymore but thinking about it still left a pit in his gut.
“Yes we are different, I would say I envy you. That you are more adjusted to this better than I am..being humanoid first probably would have saved capitano and I the trouble.”
I am unsure if she did eat him or not. I wouldn't be surprised if she did given the nature of our kind. But..I was also having to deal with being an attraction at a freak show and having my limbs cut off...regrown then cut off again
“I’m sorry,I can only imagine how terrible that would be.” Figaro gently places his hand on whimsy’s shoulder. “My brother and I..had to eat our mother after she passed. Humans had been chasing us and she had been killed giving us time to escape..we could only live off using her webs for so long until we ate her next.”
It was nowhere near the torture whimsy went through but he could understand the extent of the mental weight it would carry. “I can only remember the last words she said to me,when she lay dying in the last moments we had before fleeing. Take care of capitano. Ironic,given I wasn’t mature enough to do so yet.”
oh... Sweetheart I'm so sorry...*they pull him into a hug again, rubbing his back* that's awful.... Genuinely I'm so sorry. But..I think you did fulfill her wish? You and your brother seem to be surviving well. *They pull away, rubbing their shoulder* at least Jester is treating you two well.
“I suppose you’re right.” Figaro chuckles weakly but he does hug whimsy back. “We are very lucky that jester let us stay. I am even more so, given that jester chose me as a mate. I did not consider myself worthy honestly..I am still ever grateful. I am so very grateful I was able to meet you. To learn from you.”
“Whimsy,are you there? I thought you would like a small gift considering our last conversation.” Figaro excuses himself as he enters whimsy’s tent. A doll created in whimsy’s image. - @opus-figaro
*They had just finished stitching something before tucking it away in their personal chest. Hearing the familiar voice, they crawled down from their hammock and faced the visitor with a warm smile * greetings Fig! It's nice to see you again. I'm glad you liked the treat I made for you. *They hold out their arms and hug him* a gift for me? Aww... You.. You really didn't have to. I can't remember what the conversation was about though.
Figaro was slightly shocked from the hug but even more after the admission they did not remember their conversation they had. Was that normal? How did that happen? Was it his fault? He did have trouble sleeping then..did he imagine it? Was whimsy being nice about it to preserve figaro’s perception of them?
“Oh..well..alright then? I wanted to give you this.” Figaro offered whimsy the plush doll he had made of them before he tried again. “You do not remember that your- ah..puppeteer visited my tent?” Given the outburst whimsy had about it before figaro tried to be as gentle about it as possible. Given that whimsy was the only other of their kin he had seen in a while..well that was friendly anyway.
*they took the doll, squealing happily.* It's so cute~ I love it a lot. Arigato~ *they hugged the little doll of themselves before their attention returns to him* hmm? Oh uh.. Right they told me that. My memory is a little hazy.. But I do remember your bruises.. They said you were blaming them for injuries they didn't cause.
*the poor spider's memory was altered it seemed.. Memories of what had occurred was not the truth. They tilted their head to the side a bit.* Although they did apologize for possibly handling that situation poorly. I'm also sorry too.. For whatever hurt you. Are you feeling any better though?
Figaro stiffened,taken aback by the idea he was blaming another for injures that were caused by the guilty party. It was so unfathomable,that figaro would do such a thing. Did this happen often?
“I..accept their apology? For handling the situation poorly. I also thank you for your apology? I am feeling better yes. Thank you. Much better actually.”
He didn’t know what to think about this,maybe he could ask jester? Though he was not sure how to bring about that conversation. Maybe later.
you're welcome Fig~ I'm glad you're alright. *They crawl over to some of their webs and place the doll in it, smiling warmly and even clapping* since you are here, does this mean we are friends? Like.. Actually friends now?
“I would like to assume we are friends. If I may?” Figaro asked gently before eyeing the way whimsy had placed his webs. Curious and perhaps taking in any tips for himself. “I would love to discuss things related to our kind. Where we are similar or different. I am still trying to adjust to life that is not..the intended path. I would very much like advice. If that is okay?”
Sure~ come join me up here and we can talk. *They climb the pink webs into the canopy above which were covered in the silk strands. Personal items were there as well as their juggling pins. *They made a ladder of webs for him to climb into the hammock above.*
Figaro climbs the webs no problem,using the ladder only in case whimsy did not want him to damage any of the other webs. Settling into the canopy he eyes the pink webbing. “How is it that you produce pink webbing? It’s impressive..”
it is my color~ simple as that really. Well I guess you can say it's genetics. It comes from here. *They show him the small pink X shapes on their palms* do you not have colored webbing?
“No. I do not.” Figaro eyes the shape on whimsy’s palms before looking at the small opening on his wrist. “It is incredible for how similar that is.” He mused as he showed whimsy the small vent which his webs came from.
“What does your venom do?”
*they stared at the little holes on his wrists, giggling to themselves.* Ah my venom? I don't use it much.. It's potent to humans in large amounts by other monsters it tends to just get sick from it. It's.. Also an aphrodisiac but only with other spiders.
Figaro is startled by the idea of whimsy’s venom being an aphrodisiac to other spiders. “Capitano’s is a necrotic venom quite potent to others. Mine works as paralysis. Though ours do not have a special interaction with other spiders.”
Figaro tilted his head thinking, “What is..mating like for you?” Figaro toyed with a strand of pink webbing. “I can get..feral. When it comes to that. With the want to eat those I am close to in the moment..”
*they blushed brightly at the question.* I.. Uh... Well for me.. I'm submissive. I've only mated with two monsters, Jester and Puppeteer. I let them do what they please with me while also pleasuring them the best way I can. But eating a mate? I . Haven't experienced that feeling.. It must be awful. *They frowned and weaves a pink heart for them*
“I am..also submissive. Though I do have bouts of wanting to eat them,of wanting them under me.” Figaro wasn’t sure how to explain it properly as he watches whimsy weave the heart. “Do you remember your childhood? Were you always humanoid,or did you also molt to this point?”
*They stop weaving for a moment before clearing their throat* we really are different in so many ways aren't we?~ I'm assuming you molt. But me... No I do not. *They looked at their little project as well as their claws* I haven't been in my true form in so long.. I've honestly forgotten what it looks like. Hmmm as far as can remember I was always humanoid. The eldest of 8 siblings. The first to do so many things... And my mother decided to give her attention to my younger siblings instead of me. I am unsure what happened to father.
Figaro played with his claws,mulling over whimsy’s words. “Did your mother..eat your father?” He asked as he looked down at his lap. It didn’t hurt to talk about her as much anymore but thinking about it still left a pit in his gut.
“Yes we are different, I would say I envy you. That you are more adjusted to this better than I am..being humanoid first probably would have saved capitano and I the trouble.”
I am unsure if she did eat him or not. I wouldn't be surprised if she did given the nature of our kind. But..I was also having to deal with being an attraction at a freak show and having my limbs cut off...regrown then cut off again
“I’m sorry,I can only imagine how terrible that would be.” Figaro gently places his hand on whimsy’s shoulder. “My brother and I..had to eat our mother after she passed. Humans had been chasing us and she had been killed giving us time to escape..we could only live off using her webs for so long until we ate her next.”
It was nowhere near the torture whimsy went through but he could understand the extent of the mental weight it would carry. “I can only remember the last words she said to me,when she lay dying in the last moments we had before fleeing. Take care of capitano. Ironic,given I wasn’t mature enough to do so yet.”
oh... Sweetheart I'm so sorry...*they pull him into a hug again, rubbing his back* that's awful.... Genuinely I'm so sorry. But..I think you did fulfill her wish? You and your brother seem to be surviving well. *They pull away, rubbing their shoulder* at least Jester is treating you two well.
*They had waited a while for this. Wanted to make sure it was perfect.. Finally it was finished. With great care Arachne adorned their newly crafted outfit and made their way into the study with their arms gently held in front of them. They had a black kimono adorned with red spider lilies across the garment. They even had one of the flowers in their hair.* I remembered today~ it is important. Otanjōbiomedetō my love~ your gift.. Is me~ and the new outfit. I hope you like it my dearest Ayatsurimei.
oh it's lovely, my little spider. Such a thoughtful gift for this very day.
With nothing more than a gentle flick of their fingers, Whimsy stood adorned in the kimono, as the lily that was within their hair unfurled and transformed into a crown of glowing red blossoms
and then they slipped an arm around their waist, dipping them backward with grace before leaning down to place a slow, passionate kiss upon their lips
*They let out a soft surprised squeak from the dip but eagerly returned the kiss to them. They rested their hands on their lover's chest and the back of their neck, even purring softly. They were glad the gift was well received* hehe I'm glad you like it sensei. I.. Made it myself.
And I rather like that you did. You possess such beautiful talent, itoshii hito. It continues to surprise me with every passing moment.
A soft chuckle escaped them as they effortlessly lifted Whimsy into their arms in a gentle bridal carry, drawing them close before nestling their face against the curve of their neck, savoring the quiet closeness between them and letting it be a day where permission wasn't needed this time.
*the blush on their mask was bright pink. They couldn't help but giggle as well.* My love burns bright for you with each passing moment~ I'm happy to make you happy. To be yours. Like one of the wives you have told me about before. *They placed a kiss on their cheek, even curling up in their arms*
Well my love... I do find myself wishing to make you mine once more. So, as for today, consider this a gift—a moment where you won't have to ask
Their voice fell to a whisper as they lowered Whimsy onto a pile of cushions , their hands lingering lightly at their sides while scattering a trail of featherlight bites along their neck, each one slow and affectionate.
*they slowly remove their mask and set it to the side* you mean... We can? *They smile, running their hands down the other's back and tilting their head to the side. The larger scar from Jester's reclaim peeking out from beneath their clothes*
Sensei..Watashi o tsureteitte. Watashitachi no tamashī o, mōichido hitotsu ni shimashou.
Yes... indeed we can. Besides, its been quite some time, hasn't it? they mused with a fond smile.
And as soon whimsy removed their mask, they eagerly closed the distance, capturing their lips in a slow, lingering kiss. hands moving gently across their sides before carefully easing the kimono a bit just to feel the warmth of their skin beneath them only to then draw back to press a passionate trail of kisses along their jaw and lower body
*they undress slowly, letting out soft moans from their kisses and the chill of their breath* a-ah.. Sensei. It.. It has been a while. I will enjoy this gift from you~ *they do their best to relax although they couldn't help the involuntary shudder and the fur along their body stood on end. They reach lower down their body only to stop. No... They won't touch themselves. They are the gift after all so it was best to let their mate enjoy the special day as well.*
A knowing smirk tugged at their lips when Whimsy made a attempt to overstep. And they answered not with words, but with a sharp nip on their chest
While they then continued their demonstrations to please their mate moving a hand to rub their lower area for them instead
!!!! G-gomen..*they closed their eyes, focusing on the feeling, on the pleasure. They moaned once again, their arousal becoming apparent. Their claws dug into the cushions slightly to anchor themselves.* Your touch.. Is amazing.
your doing wonderful my dear, just focus on me.
They whispered against their cheek as they captured their lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth to swallow Whimsy's needy moans.
and the moment continued on like this, a mess of kisses and sounds till whimsy was left spent and laying on top of their chest neither of them haven't been cleaned yet but puppeteer was content with it as a hand moved up and down their back
*they were left a panting mess, a mixture of drool and venom dripping down their chin. They were satisfied having mated again. They looked up at Puppeteer, smiling and kissed underneath their jaw.* Aya...I love you so much. I'm glad to have made your birthday a special one~ and I hope I've made you feel good too. But I do wish to ask one thing... If I may.
Certainly, sweetheart. You were a wonderful gift,
they replied with a quiet chuckle.
They sat up at an unhurried pace, reaching for a nearby cloth to gently dab at their chin before setting it neatly aside. When Whimsy admitted there was something they wished to ask, they gave a soft, encouraging hum.
I want to remain with you.. Forever. What what I wanted to ask you, if there is a way to do so after you end my life? I know you intend to keep my soul with you but I still wish to remain by your side as your mate. I practically live here in the study. My own tent is going to be taken down at some point... So might as well be here with you and held you out whenever you need me to. Ya know, like one of your wives from back then. Aside from me being able to give children. I don't think either of us can do that. *They chuckle*
“Whimsy,are you there? I thought you would like a small gift considering our last conversation.” Figaro excuses himself as he enters whimsy’s tent. A doll created in whimsy’s image. - @opus-figaro
*They had just finished stitching something before tucking it away in their personal chest. Hearing the familiar voice, they crawled down from their hammock and faced the visitor with a warm smile * greetings Fig! It's nice to see you again. I'm glad you liked the treat I made for you. *They hold out their arms and hug him* a gift for me? Aww... You.. You really didn't have to. I can't remember what the conversation was about though.
Figaro was slightly shocked from the hug but even more after the admission they did not remember their conversation they had. Was that normal? How did that happen? Was it his fault? He did have trouble sleeping then..did he imagine it? Was whimsy being nice about it to preserve figaro’s perception of them?
“Oh..well..alright then? I wanted to give you this.” Figaro offered whimsy the plush doll he had made of them before he tried again. “You do not remember that your- ah..puppeteer visited my tent?” Given the outburst whimsy had about it before figaro tried to be as gentle about it as possible. Given that whimsy was the only other of their kin he had seen in a while..well that was friendly anyway.
*they took the doll, squealing happily.* It's so cute~ I love it a lot. Arigato~ *they hugged the little doll of themselves before their attention returns to him* hmm? Oh uh.. Right they told me that. My memory is a little hazy.. But I do remember your bruises.. They said you were blaming them for injuries they didn't cause.
*the poor spider's memory was altered it seemed.. Memories of what had occurred was not the truth. They tilted their head to the side a bit.* Although they did apologize for possibly handling that situation poorly. I'm also sorry too.. For whatever hurt you. Are you feeling any better though?
Figaro stiffened,taken aback by the idea he was blaming another for injures that were caused by the guilty party. It was so unfathomable,that figaro would do such a thing. Did this happen often?
“I..accept their apology? For handling the situation poorly. I also thank you for your apology? I am feeling better yes. Thank you. Much better actually.”
He didn’t know what to think about this,maybe he could ask jester? Though he was not sure how to bring about that conversation. Maybe later.
you're welcome Fig~ I'm glad you're alright. *They crawl over to some of their webs and place the doll in it, smiling warmly and even clapping* since you are here, does this mean we are friends? Like.. Actually friends now?
“I would like to assume we are friends. If I may?” Figaro asked gently before eyeing the way whimsy had placed his webs. Curious and perhaps taking in any tips for himself. “I would love to discuss things related to our kind. Where we are similar or different. I am still trying to adjust to life that is not..the intended path. I would very much like advice. If that is okay?”
Sure~ come join me up here and we can talk. *They climb the pink webs into the canopy above which were covered in the silk strands. Personal items were there as well as their juggling pins. *They made a ladder of webs for him to climb into the hammock above.*
Figaro climbs the webs no problem,using the ladder only in case whimsy did not want him to damage any of the other webs. Settling into the canopy he eyes the pink webbing. “How is it that you produce pink webbing? It’s impressive..”
it is my color~ simple as that really. Well I guess you can say it's genetics. It comes from here. *They show him the small pink X shapes on their palms* do you not have colored webbing?
“No. I do not.” Figaro eyes the shape on whimsy’s palms before looking at the small opening on his wrist. “It is incredible for how similar that is.” He mused as he showed whimsy the small vent which his webs came from.
“What does your venom do?”
*they stared at the little holes on his wrists, giggling to themselves.* Ah my venom? I don't use it much.. It's potent to humans in large amounts by other monsters it tends to just get sick from it. It's.. Also an aphrodisiac but only with other spiders.
Figaro is startled by the idea of whimsy’s venom being an aphrodisiac to other spiders. “Capitano’s is a necrotic venom quite potent to others. Mine works as paralysis. Though ours do not have a special interaction with other spiders.”
Figaro tilted his head thinking, “What is..mating like for you?” Figaro toyed with a strand of pink webbing. “I can get..feral. When it comes to that. With the want to eat those I am close to in the moment..”
*they blushed brightly at the question.* I.. Uh... Well for me.. I'm submissive. I've only mated with two monsters, Jester and Puppeteer. I let them do what they please with me while also pleasuring them the best way I can. But eating a mate? I . Haven't experienced that feeling.. It must be awful. *They frowned and weaves a pink heart for them*
“I am..also submissive. Though I do have bouts of wanting to eat them,of wanting them under me.” Figaro wasn’t sure how to explain it properly as he watches whimsy weave the heart. “Do you remember your childhood? Were you always humanoid,or did you also molt to this point?”
*They stop weaving for a moment before clearing their throat* we really are different in so many ways aren't we?~ I'm assuming you molt. But me... No I do not. *They looked at their little project as well as their claws* I haven't been in my true form in so long.. I've honestly forgotten what it looks like. Hmmm as far as can remember I was always humanoid. The eldest of 8 siblings. The first to do so many things... And my mother decided to give her attention to my younger siblings instead of me. I am unsure what happened to father.
Figaro played with his claws,mulling over whimsy’s words. “Did your mother..eat your father?” He asked as he looked down at his lap. It didn’t hurt to talk about her as much anymore but thinking about it still left a pit in his gut.
“Yes we are different, I would say I envy you. That you are more adjusted to this better than I am..being humanoid first probably would have saved capitano and I the trouble.”
I am unsure if she did eat him or not. I wouldn't be surprised if she did given the nature of our kind. But..I was also having to deal with being an attraction at a freak show and having my limbs cut off...regrown then cut off again
*They had waited a while for this. Wanted to make sure it was perfect.. Finally it was finished. With great care Arachne adorned their newly crafted outfit and made their way into the study with their arms gently held in front of them. They had a black kimono adorned with red spider lilies across the garment. They even had one of the flowers in their hair.* I remembered today~ it is important. Otanjōbiomedetō my love~ your gift.. Is me~ and the new outfit. I hope you like it my dearest Ayatsurimei.
oh it's lovely, my little spider. Such a thoughtful gift for this very day.
With nothing more than a gentle flick of their fingers, Whimsy stood adorned in the kimono, as the lily that was within their hair unfurled and transformed into a crown of glowing red blossoms
and then they slipped an arm around their waist, dipping them backward with grace before leaning down to place a slow, passionate kiss upon their lips
*They let out a soft surprised squeak from the dip but eagerly returned the kiss to them. They rested their hands on their lover's chest and the back of their neck, even purring softly. They were glad the gift was well received* hehe I'm glad you like it sensei. I.. Made it myself.
And I rather like that you did. You possess such beautiful talent, itoshii hito. It continues to surprise me with every passing moment.
A soft chuckle escaped them as they effortlessly lifted Whimsy into their arms in a gentle bridal carry, drawing them close before nestling their face against the curve of their neck, savoring the quiet closeness between them and letting it be a day where permission wasn't needed this time.
*the blush on their mask was bright pink. They couldn't help but giggle as well.* My love burns bright for you with each passing moment~ I'm happy to make you happy. To be yours. Like one of the wives you have told me about before. *They placed a kiss on their cheek, even curling up in their arms*
Well my love... I do find myself wishing to make you mine once more. So, as for today, consider this a gift—a moment where you won't have to ask
Their voice fell to a whisper as they lowered Whimsy onto a pile of cushions , their hands lingering lightly at their sides while scattering a trail of featherlight bites along their neck, each one slow and affectionate.
*they slowly remove their mask and set it to the side* you mean... We can? *They smile, running their hands down the other's back and tilting their head to the side. The larger scar from Jester's reclaim peeking out from beneath their clothes*
Sensei..Watashi o tsureteitte. Watashitachi no tamashī o, mōichido hitotsu ni shimashou.
Yes... indeed we can. Besides, its been quite some time, hasn't it? they mused with a fond smile.
And as soon whimsy removed their mask, they eagerly closed the distance, capturing their lips in a slow, lingering kiss. hands moving gently across their sides before carefully easing the kimono a bit just to feel the warmth of their skin beneath them only to then draw back to press a passionate trail of kisses along their jaw and lower body
*they undress slowly, letting out soft moans from their kisses and the chill of their breath* a-ah.. Sensei. It.. It has been a while. I will enjoy this gift from you~ *they do their best to relax although they couldn't help the involuntary shudder and the fur along their body stood on end. They reach lower down their body only to stop. No... They won't touch themselves. They are the gift after all so it was best to let their mate enjoy the special day as well.*
A knowing smirk tugged at their lips when Whimsy made a attempt to overstep. And they answered not with words, but with a sharp nip on their chest
While they then continued their demonstrations to please their mate moving a hand to rub their lower area for them instead
!!!! G-gomen..*they closed their eyes, focusing on the feeling, on the pleasure. They moaned once again, their arousal becoming apparent. Their claws dug into the cushions slightly to anchor themselves.* Your touch.. Is amazing.
your doing wonderful my dear, just focus on me.
They whispered against their cheek as they captured their lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth to swallow Whimsy's needy moans.
and the moment continued on like this, a mess of kisses and sounds till whimsy was left spent and laying on top of their chest neither of them haven't been cleaned yet but puppeteer was content with it as a hand moved up and down their back
*they were left a panting mess, a mixture of drool and venom dripping down their chin. They were satisfied having mated again. They looked up at Puppeteer, smiling and kissed underneath their jaw.* Aya...I love you so much. I'm glad to have made your birthday a special one~ and I hope I've made you feel good too. But I do wish to ask one thing... If I may.
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*They had waited a while for this. Wanted to make sure it was perfect.. Finally it was finished. With great care Arachne adorned their newly crafted outfit and made their way into the study with their arms gently held in front of them. They had a black kimono adorned with red spider lilies across the garment. They even had one of the flowers in their hair.* I remembered today~ it is important. Otanjōbiomedetō my love~ your gift.. Is me~ and the new outfit. I hope you like it my dearest Ayatsurimei.
oh it's lovely, my little spider. Such a thoughtful gift for this very day.
With nothing more than a gentle flick of their fingers, Whimsy stood adorned in the kimono, as the lily that was within their hair unfurled and transformed into a crown of glowing red blossoms
and then they slipped an arm around their waist, dipping them backward with grace before leaning down to place a slow, passionate kiss upon their lips
*They let out a soft surprised squeak from the dip but eagerly returned the kiss to them. They rested their hands on their lover's chest and the back of their neck, even purring softly. They were glad the gift was well received* hehe I'm glad you like it sensei. I.. Made it myself.
And I rather like that you did. You possess such beautiful talent, itoshii hito. It continues to surprise me with every passing moment.
A soft chuckle escaped them as they effortlessly lifted Whimsy into their arms in a gentle bridal carry, drawing them close before nestling their face against the curve of their neck, savoring the quiet closeness between them and letting it be a day where permission wasn't needed this time.
*the blush on their mask was bright pink. They couldn't help but giggle as well.* My love burns bright for you with each passing moment~ I'm happy to make you happy. To be yours. Like one of the wives you have told me about before. *They placed a kiss on their cheek, even curling up in their arms*
Well my love... I do find myself wishing to make you mine once more. So, as for today, consider this a gift—a moment where you won't have to ask
Their voice fell to a whisper as they lowered Whimsy onto a pile of cushions , their hands lingering lightly at their sides while scattering a trail of featherlight bites along their neck, each one slow and affectionate.
*they slowly remove their mask and set it to the side* you mean... We can? *They smile, running their hands down the other's back and tilting their head to the side. The larger scar from Jester's reclaim peeking out from beneath their clothes*
Sensei..Watashi o tsureteitte. Watashitachi no tamashī o, mōichido hitotsu ni shimashou.
Yes... indeed we can. Besides, its been quite some time, hasn't it? they mused with a fond smile.
And as soon whimsy removed their mask, they eagerly closed the distance, capturing their lips in a slow, lingering kiss. hands moving gently across their sides before carefully easing the kimono a bit just to feel the warmth of their skin beneath them only to then draw back to press a passionate trail of kisses along their jaw and lower body
*they undress slowly, letting out soft moans from their kisses and the chill of their breath* a-ah.. Sensei. It.. It has been a while. I will enjoy this gift from you~ *they do their best to relax although they couldn't help the involuntary shudder and the fur along their body stood on end. They reach lower down their body only to stop. No... They won't touch themselves. They are the gift after all so it was best to let their mate enjoy the special day as well.*
A knowing smirk tugged at their lips when Whimsy made a attempt to overstep. And they answered not with words, but with a sharp nip on their chest
While they then continued their demonstrations to please their mate moving a hand to rub their lower area for them instead
!!!! G-gomen..*they closed their eyes, focusing on the feeling, on the pleasure. They moaned once again, their arousal becoming apparent. Their claws dug into the cushions slightly to anchor themselves.* Your touch.. Is amazing.
“Whimsy,are you there? I thought you would like a small gift considering our last conversation.” Figaro excuses himself as he enters whimsy’s tent. A doll created in whimsy’s image. - @opus-figaro
*They had just finished stitching something before tucking it away in their personal chest. Hearing the familiar voice, they crawled down from their hammock and faced the visitor with a warm smile * greetings Fig! It's nice to see you again. I'm glad you liked the treat I made for you. *They hold out their arms and hug him* a gift for me? Aww... You.. You really didn't have to. I can't remember what the conversation was about though.
Figaro was slightly shocked from the hug but even more after the admission they did not remember their conversation they had. Was that normal? How did that happen? Was it his fault? He did have trouble sleeping then..did he imagine it? Was whimsy being nice about it to preserve figaro’s perception of them?
“Oh..well..alright then? I wanted to give you this.” Figaro offered whimsy the plush doll he had made of them before he tried again. “You do not remember that your- ah..puppeteer visited my tent?” Given the outburst whimsy had about it before figaro tried to be as gentle about it as possible. Given that whimsy was the only other of their kin he had seen in a while..well that was friendly anyway.
*they took the doll, squealing happily.* It's so cute~ I love it a lot. Arigato~ *they hugged the little doll of themselves before their attention returns to him* hmm? Oh uh.. Right they told me that. My memory is a little hazy.. But I do remember your bruises.. They said you were blaming them for injuries they didn't cause.
*the poor spider's memory was altered it seemed.. Memories of what had occurred was not the truth. They tilted their head to the side a bit.* Although they did apologize for possibly handling that situation poorly. I'm also sorry too.. For whatever hurt you. Are you feeling any better though?
Figaro stiffened,taken aback by the idea he was blaming another for injures that were caused by the guilty party. It was so unfathomable,that figaro would do such a thing. Did this happen often?
“I..accept their apology? For handling the situation poorly. I also thank you for your apology? I am feeling better yes. Thank you. Much better actually.”
He didn’t know what to think about this,maybe he could ask jester? Though he was not sure how to bring about that conversation. Maybe later.
you're welcome Fig~ I'm glad you're alright. *They crawl over to some of their webs and place the doll in it, smiling warmly and even clapping* since you are here, does this mean we are friends? Like.. Actually friends now?
“I would like to assume we are friends. If I may?” Figaro asked gently before eyeing the way whimsy had placed his webs. Curious and perhaps taking in any tips for himself. “I would love to discuss things related to our kind. Where we are similar or different. I am still trying to adjust to life that is not..the intended path. I would very much like advice. If that is okay?”
Sure~ come join me up here and we can talk. *They climb the pink webs into the canopy above which were covered in the silk strands. Personal items were there as well as their juggling pins. *They made a ladder of webs for him to climb into the hammock above.*
Figaro climbs the webs no problem,using the ladder only in case whimsy did not want him to damage any of the other webs. Settling into the canopy he eyes the pink webbing. “How is it that you produce pink webbing? It’s impressive..”
it is my color~ simple as that really. Well I guess you can say it's genetics. It comes from here. *They show him the small pink X shapes on their palms* do you not have colored webbing?
“No. I do not.” Figaro eyes the shape on whimsy’s palms before looking at the small opening on his wrist. “It is incredible for how similar that is.” He mused as he showed whimsy the small vent which his webs came from.
“What does your venom do?”
*they stared at the little holes on his wrists, giggling to themselves.* Ah my venom? I don't use it much.. It's potent to humans in large amounts by other monsters it tends to just get sick from it. It's.. Also an aphrodisiac but only with other spiders.
Figaro is startled by the idea of whimsy’s venom being an aphrodisiac to other spiders. “Capitano’s is a necrotic venom quite potent to others. Mine works as paralysis. Though ours do not have a special interaction with other spiders.”
Figaro tilted his head thinking, “What is..mating like for you?” Figaro toyed with a strand of pink webbing. “I can get..feral. When it comes to that. With the want to eat those I am close to in the moment..”
*they blushed brightly at the question.* I.. Uh... Well for me.. I'm submissive. I've only mated with two monsters, Jester and Puppeteer. I let them do what they please with me while also pleasuring them the best way I can. But eating a mate? I . Haven't experienced that feeling.. It must be awful. *They frowned and weaves a pink heart for them*
“I am..also submissive. Though I do have bouts of wanting to eat them,of wanting them under me.” Figaro wasn’t sure how to explain it properly as he watches whimsy weave the heart. “Do you remember your childhood? Were you always humanoid,or did you also molt to this point?”
*They stop weaving for a moment before clearing their throat* we really are different in so many ways aren't we?~ I'm assuming you molt. But me... No I do not. *They looked at their little project as well as their claws* I haven't been in my true form in so long.. I've honestly forgotten what it looks like. Hmmm as far as can remember I was always humanoid. The eldest of 8 siblings. The first to do so many things... And my mother decided to give her attention to my younger siblings instead of me. I am unsure what happened to father.
*They had waited a while for this. Wanted to make sure it was perfect.. Finally it was finished. With great care Arachne adorned their newly crafted outfit and made their way into the study with their arms gently held in front of them. They had a black kimono adorned with red spider lilies across the garment. They even had one of the flowers in their hair.* I remembered today~ it is important. Otanjōbiomedetō my love~ your gift.. Is me~ and the new outfit. I hope you like it my dearest Ayatsurimei.
oh it's lovely, my little spider. Such a thoughtful gift for this very day.
With nothing more than a gentle flick of their fingers, Whimsy stood adorned in the kimono, as the lily that was within their hair unfurled and transformed into a crown of glowing red blossoms
and then they slipped an arm around their waist, dipping them backward with grace before leaning down to place a slow, passionate kiss upon their lips
*They let out a soft surprised squeak from the dip but eagerly returned the kiss to them. They rested their hands on their lover's chest and the back of their neck, even purring softly. They were glad the gift was well received* hehe I'm glad you like it sensei. I.. Made it myself.
And I rather like that you did. You possess such beautiful talent, itoshii hito. It continues to surprise me with every passing moment.
A soft chuckle escaped them as they effortlessly lifted Whimsy into their arms in a gentle bridal carry, drawing them close before nestling their face against the curve of their neck, savoring the quiet closeness between them and letting it be a day where permission wasn't needed this time.
*the blush on their mask was bright pink. They couldn't help but giggle as well.* My love burns bright for you with each passing moment~ I'm happy to make you happy. To be yours. Like one of the wives you have told me about before. *They placed a kiss on their cheek, even curling up in their arms*
Well my love... I do find myself wishing to make you mine once more. So, as for today, consider this a gift—a moment where you won't have to ask
Their voice fell to a whisper as they lowered Whimsy onto a pile of cushions , their hands lingering lightly at their sides while scattering a trail of featherlight bites along their neck, each one slow and affectionate.
*they slowly remove their mask and set it to the side* you mean... We can? *They smile, running their hands down the other's back and tilting their head to the side. The larger scar from Jester's reclaim peeking out from beneath their clothes*
Sensei..Watashi o tsureteitte. Watashitachi no tamashī o, mōichido hitotsu ni shimashou.
Yes... indeed we can. Besides, its been quite some time, hasn't it? they mused with a fond smile.
And as soon whimsy removed their mask, they eagerly closed the distance, capturing their lips in a slow, lingering kiss. hands moving gently across their sides before carefully easing the kimono a bit just to feel the warmth of their skin beneath them only to then draw back to press a passionate trail of kisses along their jaw and lower body
*they undress slowly, letting out soft moans from their kisses and the chill of their breath* a-ah.. Sensei. It.. It has been a while. I will enjoy this gift from you~ *they do their best to relax although they couldn't help the involuntary shudder and the fur along their body stood on end. They reach lower down their body only to stop. No... They won't touch themselves. They are the gift after all so it was best to let their mate enjoy the special day as well.*
*They had waited a while for this. Wanted to make sure it was perfect.. Finally it was finished. With great care Arachne adorned their newly crafted outfit and made their way into the study with their arms gently held in front of them. They had a black kimono adorned with red spider lilies across the garment. They even had one of the flowers in their hair.* I remembered today~ it is important. Otanjōbiomedetō my love~ your gift.. Is me~ and the new outfit. I hope you like it my dearest Ayatsurimei.
oh it's lovely, my little spider. Such a thoughtful gift for this very day.
With nothing more than a gentle flick of their fingers, Whimsy stood adorned in the kimono, as the lily that was within their hair unfurled and transformed into a crown of glowing red blossoms
and then they slipped an arm around their waist, dipping them backward with grace before leaning down to place a slow, passionate kiss upon their lips
*They let out a soft surprised squeak from the dip but eagerly returned the kiss to them. They rested their hands on their lover's chest and the back of their neck, even purring softly. They were glad the gift was well received* hehe I'm glad you like it sensei. I.. Made it myself.
And I rather like that you did. You possess such beautiful talent, itoshii hito. It continues to surprise me with every passing moment.
A soft chuckle escaped them as they effortlessly lifted Whimsy into their arms in a gentle bridal carry, drawing them close before nestling their face against the curve of their neck, savoring the quiet closeness between them and letting it be a day where permission wasn't needed this time.
*the blush on their mask was bright pink. They couldn't help but giggle as well.* My love burns bright for you with each passing moment~ I'm happy to make you happy. To be yours. Like one of the wives you have told me about before. *They placed a kiss on their cheek, even curling up in their arms*
Well my love... I do find myself wishing to make you mine once more. So, as for today, consider this a gift—a moment where you won't have to ask
Their voice fell to a whisper as they lowered Whimsy onto a pile of cushions , their hands lingering lightly at their sides while scattering a trail of featherlight bites along their neck, each one slow and affectionate.
*they slowly remove their mask and set it to the side* you mean... We can? *They smile, running their hands down the other's back and tilting their head to the side. The larger scar from Jester's reclaim peeking out from beneath their clothes*
Sensei..Watashi o tsureteitte. Watashitachi no tamashī o, mōichido hitotsu ni shimashou.
“Whimsy,are you there? I thought you would like a small gift considering our last conversation.” Figaro excuses himself as he enters whimsy’s tent. A doll created in whimsy’s image. - @opus-figaro
*They had just finished stitching something before tucking it away in their personal chest. Hearing the familiar voice, they crawled down from their hammock and faced the visitor with a warm smile * greetings Fig! It's nice to see you again. I'm glad you liked the treat I made for you. *They hold out their arms and hug him* a gift for me? Aww... You.. You really didn't have to. I can't remember what the conversation was about though.
Figaro was slightly shocked from the hug but even more after the admission they did not remember their conversation they had. Was that normal? How did that happen? Was it his fault? He did have trouble sleeping then..did he imagine it? Was whimsy being nice about it to preserve figaro’s perception of them?
“Oh..well..alright then? I wanted to give you this.” Figaro offered whimsy the plush doll he had made of them before he tried again. “You do not remember that your- ah..puppeteer visited my tent?” Given the outburst whimsy had about it before figaro tried to be as gentle about it as possible. Given that whimsy was the only other of their kin he had seen in a while..well that was friendly anyway.
*they took the doll, squealing happily.* It's so cute~ I love it a lot. Arigato~ *they hugged the little doll of themselves before their attention returns to him* hmm? Oh uh.. Right they told me that. My memory is a little hazy.. But I do remember your bruises.. They said you were blaming them for injuries they didn't cause.
*the poor spider's memory was altered it seemed.. Memories of what had occurred was not the truth. They tilted their head to the side a bit.* Although they did apologize for possibly handling that situation poorly. I'm also sorry too.. For whatever hurt you. Are you feeling any better though?
Figaro stiffened,taken aback by the idea he was blaming another for injures that were caused by the guilty party. It was so unfathomable,that figaro would do such a thing. Did this happen often?
“I..accept their apology? For handling the situation poorly. I also thank you for your apology? I am feeling better yes. Thank you. Much better actually.”
He didn’t know what to think about this,maybe he could ask jester? Though he was not sure how to bring about that conversation. Maybe later.
you're welcome Fig~ I'm glad you're alright. *They crawl over to some of their webs and place the doll in it, smiling warmly and even clapping* since you are here, does this mean we are friends? Like.. Actually friends now?
“I would like to assume we are friends. If I may?” Figaro asked gently before eyeing the way whimsy had placed his webs. Curious and perhaps taking in any tips for himself. “I would love to discuss things related to our kind. Where we are similar or different. I am still trying to adjust to life that is not..the intended path. I would very much like advice. If that is okay?”
Sure~ come join me up here and we can talk. *They climb the pink webs into the canopy above which were covered in the silk strands. Personal items were there as well as their juggling pins. *They made a ladder of webs for him to climb into the hammock above.*
Figaro climbs the webs no problem,using the ladder only in case whimsy did not want him to damage any of the other webs. Settling into the canopy he eyes the pink webbing. “How is it that you produce pink webbing? It’s impressive..”
it is my color~ simple as that really. Well I guess you can say it's genetics. It comes from here. *They show him the small pink X shapes on their palms* do you not have colored webbing?
“No. I do not.” Figaro eyes the shape on whimsy’s palms before looking at the small opening on his wrist. “It is incredible for how similar that is.” He mused as he showed whimsy the small vent which his webs came from.
“What does your venom do?”
*they stared at the little holes on his wrists, giggling to themselves.* Ah my venom? I don't use it much.. It's potent to humans in large amounts by other monsters it tends to just get sick from it. It's.. Also an aphrodisiac but only with other spiders.
Figaro is startled by the idea of whimsy’s venom being an aphrodisiac to other spiders. “Capitano’s is a necrotic venom quite potent to others. Mine works as paralysis. Though ours do not have a special interaction with other spiders.”
Figaro tilted his head thinking, “What is..mating like for you?” Figaro toyed with a strand of pink webbing. “I can get..feral. When it comes to that. With the want to eat those I am close to in the moment..”
*they blushed brightly at the question.* I.. Uh... Well for me.. I'm submissive. I've only mated with two monsters, Jester and Puppeteer. I let them do what they please with me while also pleasuring them the best way I can. But eating a mate? I . Haven't experienced that feeling.. It must be awful. *They frowned and weaves a pink heart for them*
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*They had waited a while for this. Wanted to make sure it was perfect.. Finally it was finished. With great care Arachne adorned their newly crafted outfit and made their way into the study with their arms gently held in front of them. They had a black kimono adorned with red spider lilies across the garment. They even had one of the flowers in their hair.* I remembered today~ it is important. Otanjōbiomedetō my love~ your gift.. Is me~ and the new outfit. I hope you like it my dearest Ayatsurimei.
oh it's lovely, my little spider. Such a thoughtful gift for this very day.
With nothing more than a gentle flick of their fingers, Whimsy stood adorned in the kimono, as the lily that was within their hair unfurled and transformed into a crown of glowing red blossoms
and then they slipped an arm around their waist, dipping them backward with grace before leaning down to place a slow, passionate kiss upon their lips
*They let out a soft surprised squeak from the dip but eagerly returned the kiss to them. They rested their hands on their lover's chest and the back of their neck, even purring softly. They were glad the gift was well received* hehe I'm glad you like it sensei. I.. Made it myself.
And I rather like that you did. You possess such beautiful talent, itoshii hito. It continues to surprise me with every passing moment.
A soft chuckle escaped them as they effortlessly lifted Whimsy into their arms in a gentle bridal carry, drawing them close before nestling their face against the curve of their neck, savoring the quiet closeness between them and letting it be a day where permission wasn't needed this time.
*the blush on their mask was bright pink. They couldn't help but giggle as well.* My love burns bright for you with each passing moment~ I'm happy to make you happy. To be yours. Like one of the wives you have told me about before. *They placed a kiss on their cheek, even curling up in their arms*
“Whimsy,are you there? I thought you would like a small gift considering our last conversation.” Figaro excuses himself as he enters whimsy’s tent. A doll created in whimsy’s image. - @opus-figaro
*They had just finished stitching something before tucking it away in their personal chest. Hearing the familiar voice, they crawled down from their hammock and faced the visitor with a warm smile * greetings Fig! It's nice to see you again. I'm glad you liked the treat I made for you. *They hold out their arms and hug him* a gift for me? Aww... You.. You really didn't have to. I can't remember what the conversation was about though.
Figaro was slightly shocked from the hug but even more after the admission they did not remember their conversation they had. Was that normal? How did that happen? Was it his fault? He did have trouble sleeping then..did he imagine it? Was whimsy being nice about it to preserve figaro’s perception of them?
“Oh..well..alright then? I wanted to give you this.” Figaro offered whimsy the plush doll he had made of them before he tried again. “You do not remember that your- ah..puppeteer visited my tent?” Given the outburst whimsy had about it before figaro tried to be as gentle about it as possible. Given that whimsy was the only other of their kin he had seen in a while..well that was friendly anyway.
*they took the doll, squealing happily.* It's so cute~ I love it a lot. Arigato~ *they hugged the little doll of themselves before their attention returns to him* hmm? Oh uh.. Right they told me that. My memory is a little hazy.. But I do remember your bruises.. They said you were blaming them for injuries they didn't cause.
*the poor spider's memory was altered it seemed.. Memories of what had occurred was not the truth. They tilted their head to the side a bit.* Although they did apologize for possibly handling that situation poorly. I'm also sorry too.. For whatever hurt you. Are you feeling any better though?
Figaro stiffened,taken aback by the idea he was blaming another for injures that were caused by the guilty party. It was so unfathomable,that figaro would do such a thing. Did this happen often?
“I..accept their apology? For handling the situation poorly. I also thank you for your apology? I am feeling better yes. Thank you. Much better actually.”
He didn’t know what to think about this,maybe he could ask jester? Though he was not sure how to bring about that conversation. Maybe later.
you're welcome Fig~ I'm glad you're alright. *They crawl over to some of their webs and place the doll in it, smiling warmly and even clapping* since you are here, does this mean we are friends? Like.. Actually friends now?
“I would like to assume we are friends. If I may?” Figaro asked gently before eyeing the way whimsy had placed his webs. Curious and perhaps taking in any tips for himself. “I would love to discuss things related to our kind. Where we are similar or different. I am still trying to adjust to life that is not..the intended path. I would very much like advice. If that is okay?”
Sure~ come join me up here and we can talk. *They climb the pink webs into the canopy above which were covered in the silk strands. Personal items were there as well as their juggling pins. *They made a ladder of webs for him to climb into the hammock above.*
Figaro climbs the webs no problem,using the ladder only in case whimsy did not want him to damage any of the other webs. Settling into the canopy he eyes the pink webbing. “How is it that you produce pink webbing? It’s impressive..”
it is my color~ simple as that really. Well I guess you can say it's genetics. It comes from here. *They show him the small pink X shapes on their palms* do you not have colored webbing?
“No. I do not.” Figaro eyes the shape on whimsy’s palms before looking at the small opening on his wrist. “It is incredible for how similar that is.” He mused as he showed whimsy the small vent which his webs came from.
“What does your venom do?”
*they stared at the little holes on his wrists, giggling to themselves.* Ah my venom? I don't use it much.. It's potent to humans in large amounts by other monsters it tends to just get sick from it. It's.. Also an aphrodisiac but only with other spiders.
