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The Arachnixe Entity
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🔞 Lesbian (wrongly). Glittering fragments in chaotic, unstable orbit. A sharp friend with a fungal halo.

I am 30 or 40 years old and I don't need [the discourse].
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This is the kind of person who's extremely willing to judge the intelligence of a person based on the presence of a single error in punctuation. The Defenders of High Culture are always worthless assholes.
A screenshot from "stable strategies" saying: honestly the best part had to be when lilith kills u qrted me like "im a lambda award-winning writer and *i* think you're full of shit!" and then used the wrong "it's" while elaborating on why. apparently i do not support all lambda writers. apparently some of you bitches are very dumb.
August 13, 2025 at 8:17 PM
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Yeah, in my experience white collar workers aren't all *that* skilled in language.

...although, given my results, I'm probably not suited for judging what's normal.
Your English vocabulary size is 30265. The top 0.01%. You are Shakespeare! You can even create new words that will expand the English dictionary.
July 9, 2025 at 1:54 PM
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I'm not completely indiscriminate in my taste, they just didn't really have much on there I felt anything other than lukewarm about. Nothing that really makes me happy like smoked brisket, seafood gumbo, chicago deep dish, or roast duck. I did thumbs down both edible gold and fish sticks though.
Food choice test results. Most categories are in the middle of the range, with upper middle class, middle class, and lower middle class slightly higher than upper and lower class. The summary says "your food choices could not be tied to any one social class."
June 30, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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Unfortunately my horrible sons Brently and Gristopher aren't noteworthy enough to be mentioned. Even Google is ashamed of them.
Google's AI overview about me: "The Arachnixe Entity" appears to be a social media persona, specifically a Twitter account (@arachnixe), known for discussing and analyzing "selfcest" (the act of engaging with one's own self in a romantic or sexual way). The account's posts focus on exploring the emotional and psychological aspects of selfcest, including themes of self-absorption, self-loathing, and self-discovery.
June 24, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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Fallen London is an unspeakably horny game to me.
A card from Fallen London, reading: Draw on your knowledge of poisons. You are practiced in the ancient and storied art of comprehending toxins with your tongue, your lungs, or your gut. Increasing your kataleptic toxicology will increase the amount of research you get from this card. An option one may select for the preceding card. It reads: Dose yourself. Some things can't be learned from a test tube. This will generate research and give you wounds. Another option one may choose. It reads: Understand the toxins swimming in your veins. They still linger. Perhaps you and they should have a little talk. This will always generate some research. Success will decrease your wounds. Failure will increase them a little.
May 15, 2025 at 12:03 AM
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Huge thanks to @raccuun.bsky.social for making my favorite pairing from Hades 2 come to life.

Eris is doing a great job finally breaking down Melinoë's resistance!
Eris and Melinoë are naked in the hot springs. Eris leans forward, grinning as she wraps her arms around Melinoë from behind, one hand between Mel's legs while the other hand grabs her just under the chin, turning Mel to face her. Their lips are inches apart. Melinoë grabs for the hand at her neck, but her grip is loose and uncommitted to the effort. There's uncertainty in Melinoë's expression, but she doesn't look like she's resisting.
March 8, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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Finding myself thinking about the Moon Stair again. It's my favorite region in Caves of Qud, and up there among my favorite video game zones of all time.

The clash of hex-shaped structures drawn across the game's Cartesian grid is such an inspired way to evoke "alien geometry!"
Hexagonally aligned, magenta-tinted walls box the player into tunnels predominantly angled 120° from each other. A more typical Qud structure, with walls forming 90° angles, sits right in the middle, looking out of place.
March 7, 2025 at 7:15 PM
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My real world writing ambitions, right here.
Madam, this is quite an achievement. You'll excuse me if I don't shake your hand. You are escorted from the publisher's office and questioned by constables. Your work gives nine hundred readers nightmares and closes four schools. Women scream and faint as you pass in the street. Sales are excellent. You receive an unexpected bonus: late one night, a stranger delivers a package of bottled souls to your door. You don't see his face, but a note with the package reads: 'Best wishes - Jack'
March 3, 2025 at 2:46 AM
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Finally tried playing Fallen London, and I'm basically just treating it as Devil Dating Simulator.
Kindling a fire You dress for the occasion in scarlet and gold. You present the lady with a deep red rose so perfect that it glows even in the red light of the Embassy ballroom. Do not even think about what it cost. It has the desired effect. The Deviless is charmed, and dances only with you. She guides you to the least dangerous parts of the dancefloor. Later in the evening, when the room has grown insufferably hot, she leads you by the hand to a cool, quiet garden, lit by cages of luminescent beetles and dancing fireflies. You dance again, alone, her head resting on your shoulder. Days later, you find her earrings in your pocket. They are still warm.
March 3, 2025 at 2:43 AM
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This and two other similar messages are how you know Bluesky has made it, I guess.
My post: I need to commission a beautiful transgender pervert to play Armored Core 6 while I watch. I will pay you in the form of listening to you infodump as much as you want and being genuinely interested in your takes. Reply from "jackwolf1:" Seems like a great opportunity for me, Let's have a chat in DM
February 26, 2025 at 2:17 AM
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Sure, you can simply poison those who set themselves against you, but isn't it better to turn them into tools?
Screenshot of a Tumblr tag-response: as someone knight coded feel like it'd be my job to stop you if don't stop you that means the princess is puppeteering my corpse or I'm also in on it my only loyalty is to the princess My response: Such loyalty to your princess is a commendable virtue! I think you'll find that we're both very much on the same side here. We both want to see her happy, do we not? In fact, the princess has put her royal seal on an agreement to form a... unique order of knights answering only to me. Now, I know what you're thinking, an order of knights answering only to me, and not the king? That must sound awfully concerning, but you must understand that the princess and I have reason to believe the king does not have her best interests at heart. Yes, we both fear that the king is far too preoccupied with his own legacy, that he would sell his own daughter into a loveless marriage to secure an alliance that benefits only himself. But you do not trust my loyalty to Her Highness, I understand. That's why I would like to offer you a position as head of this new order of knights. In fact, right now you are perhaps the only knight can really trust to serve the princess above all else, even her father. Do you see? If you do not take this position, well, someone else might, and I fear they would not be so devoted to her. With you at the head, however, I am quite sure her safety will be guaranteed. What do you say?
February 24, 2025 at 8:34 PM
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I might have replayed the Zerg campaign quite a lot. And also kept the Kerrigan box art in my room to look longingly at for reasons I didn't fully understand at the time.
The meme of two people pleased to encounter someone else wearing the same hat, edited to read "same origin" instead.
February 24, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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Remembering I wrote a microfic based on this premise a few years ago... It'd be fun to revisit the idea in a longer form.
With a kiss I break the skin, and my tongue comes alive with the distinctly metallic taste of blood. The electric sensation of life itself dances in my mouth, carried by the flow. She whines and flinches, but my grip holds her firmly in place. After a moment, she relaxes into my embrace, her arms wrapped sweetly around me for support while I sip from her body—slowly, savoring it, the gradual sensation of heat building in my mouth—until I am sated. I break the kiss, exhaling to cool my tongue from the lingering burn. “Done already, my love?” The succubus in my arms teases. “Blood too spicy for you today? “Never. It’s perfection as always,” I respond, sealing what remains of my bite on her neck with a gentle lick. “My turn to feed then,” she says, her hand sliding up my dress.
February 24, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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I am simply the best there is at the evil royal advisor game.
Reply from user baggebythesea: Obviously some of the princesses have to step up and become sinister royal advisors themselves. Perks * You will hold the real political power of the kingdom * Abuse "the power of friendship" speeches for all they are worth * You get to be goth Cons * Have to stand one step behind the throne at any and all official function and never, ever gets a chair of your own * Thrown into the dungeon once the princess sees through your evil schemes. * No one gives the sinister royal advisor any little treats :-( Reply from me: Alright, it's time to let some of you newbie schemers in on some advanced late-game strategies to help you mitigate these concerns. Starting with the bottom up: yes, it's true that nobody is likely to give you treats. As a ruthless whisperer of poisoned words, you'll almost certainly come across as greasy and off-putting to the nobility. However, your strength must be in cultivating a good rapport with the princess you advise. Give your princess treats. Whatever she likes, use your connections to obtain them, and keep her happy with little treats. ls she having a tough day of people making demands? Give her a treat. Did she listen to your advice? Treat. Does the king scold her about pining over some lady knight? Another treat (and also use this moment to drive a wedge between father and daughter). Soon your princess will be eating out of your hand, and she won't even mind if you skim some of the treats for yourself. Remember: you're playing the long game. Reply from me (continued): Now, if you've been doing this correctly, she has no reason to throw you into the dungeon. If her friends come to her worried that you're a bad influence on her, well, who's she going to believe? The one who gives her everything she wants and affirms all her most petty desires, or the people who want her to sacrifice her needs for the sake of the kingdom? Oh, they sound just like her awful father, don't they? Now, yes, your position as advisor will have you standing at her side for many long hours. Develop a good relationship with a local cobbler who can hook you up with well-fitting, comfortable footwear. But here's the thing, once you've helped arrange the assassination of the king for her and covered up her many dalliances with some knight or maid or another, you'll have grown so close that you may even find yourself lounging on the arm of her throne, stroking her head with approval as she orders the executions of your shared enemies. Now I know the first few years are difficult, but with cunning and patience, all your hard work can pay off. Good luck, everyone. #Vizierposting
February 24, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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The Onesha returns with her very clinical account of her experiences with a friendly succubus.
An Investigation Into Demonic Eusociality, Part 2 February 23, 2025 content tags: demons, witches, wizards, sex, science, dubcon, insectoid, slimes, piss Truly, I have learned more from my first few days living within Ektinnair’s hive than is contained in all the combined lore of every wizard demonologist who ever presumed to write on the topic. Already I have come to a much more intimate understanding of why they always warned so strenuously against making any deal with a succubus that comes at a risk of abduction to the abyssal demesnes. However, where they quail in cowardice, I prevail because I am the Onesha, and I am better than any wizard. You, dear reader, should take heed of such warnings, unless you—like me—happen to be possessed of especial wiles, rare constitution, and none of a wizard’s squeamishness over acts of flesh. This is the gift I offer to you: detailed and accurate knowledge of demon society that you need not earn for yourself; all you require is the courage to read on without recoiling from raw, unvarnished reality.
February 24, 2025 at 4:37 AM
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Vizierposting on Tumblr today, in response to all the Princessposting over there.
Tumblr post from me: I can't help but notice the increasing population of princesses on this site, leaving one extremely important ecological niche underfilled: the sinister royal advisor. The time of the treacherous vizier is nigh. Now some people might try to tell you that a princess shouldn't take advice from someone with "treacherous" right there in their job title, but you mustn't listen to the bleating of sheep, Your Highness. The fools are just jealous that I've chosen the best and most special princess of all to serve. They're envious of your beauty and your wisdom and the loyalty you command from even someone like me, and they wish only to tear you down Reply from user "bimbo-apocalypse": You make such a compelling case with your constant flattery and defensiveness. Me: If I am to serve the very best princess of all, it is only right that I heap upon her the endless praise she has rightfully earned, and the princess who trusts me to handle pesky political matters that are beneath her station is possessed of exemplary wisdom indeed. Reply from user "amiserablepileofwords:" Aw, come on, people, we've talked about this! The first rule of your inevitable treachery is you don't talk about your inevitable treachery... except when you think you're alone in the room, "unaware" some dastardly do-gooder is conveniently close enough to "accidentally" overhear you and force your hand into accelerating your timetable Me: See, this is the kind of low-grade sinister advisor my princess would do well to avoid. Sloppy plotting and with schemes to rule the land themselves, oh! It would be disastrous to throw your crown in with this lot. Not like me, Your Highness. I have no such ambitions, I can assure you. I much prefer to slink back here, in the shadow of the throne, making space for you to receive all the attention and adoration that is your due. Reply from "lunaticli8rarian:" is the role still filled if the sinister royal advisor is actually trying to 8e helpful, or do they still need sinister intentions? is something lost when they do not su8tly try to plot your downfall for their own 8enefit? asking to know if i need a second advisor. Me: Hey, there are lots of kinds of sinister advisor out there! Sure, some of them are trying to plot your downfall, but others are perfectly content to be the power behind the throne, or maybe just want an opportunity to take sexual advantage of their position of proximity to you. It's important to shop around and find the sinister advisor that meets your specific needs.
February 23, 2025 at 3:16 AM
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Weird question, perhaps, but does anyone know an artist I might commission who'd be good at producing a scientific diagram of a demon dick in this particular vintage style?
A vintage style scientific diagram with hatching made of very precise and clean line work.
February 18, 2025 at 12:24 AM
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This is a story of someone who summoned a succubus and got in over her head. She is extremely full of herself. Are you ready for the most obnoxiously unsexy description of raunchy demonic lust? I suspect not, but this is how I've chosen to start it.
You may call me the Onesha, for I have plunged into abyssal depths where no other has dared to tread. If you are reading this, then you are in possession of the only true and authoritative account of demonic so- ciety written from first-hand experience. If you have previously relied on the specula- tive extrapolations (though half-truths and mostly-falsehoods would perhaps be more apt descriptors) of the likes of Jeanne d’É- toile, Odo Helminnar, Earth Cannot Confine Whomever Beseeches In Earnest, Beldwin Mononym, or any number of even less reli- able wizards—well, you may now feel free to toss their meager scribblings in the pyre. This work supersedes all others. You’re welcome. The question of “where to start” in such a composition is possibly the third most difficult to answer. How might the foremost alchemist of our time begin to teach the principles of creating Argentum Fulminans to a child who has not grown past...
February 17, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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The Sister-in-Law

You know the thing where your sister is the Chosen One, has a Sacred Destiny and all that crap, runs off to slay Evil, and the next time you see her she hardly bothers to catch you up, just goes "hey, I'm marrying this suspiciously sinister girl, btw." We've all been there, right?
The Sister-in-Law - February 13, 2025 content tags: witches, gods, romance, mind control, chosen ones As soon as I heard them coming, I put a kettle on the fire. The crows always let me know when I have visitors, and now they call out to announce I must entertain houseguests again. Three short caws in rapid succession, followed by a longer fourth—two people, then. No time to dawdle, but enough time to avoid haste, I clear the table of clutter, sorting my work into nearby shelves, closing my book and setting it aside for later, and… oh no, my half-finished spinning still rests on the seat of a chair. I huff in annoyance at my own laziness, sweeping an arm to slide spindle and forgotten tangle into a basket, discreetly shoving the whole mess by foot into the far corner of my cottage. Three dainty raps at the door inform me that my window to tidy is at its end. Good enough, good enough. The table is clear, and fully three chairs are usable. “Come on in then,” I call toward the door. “Don’t be afraid; come in!” With a nasty squeal of hinges that really must be oiled again—maybe I’ll remember to take care of that after these two leave—the door opens just enough to catch a glimpse of my little sister’s face. “Marina? God’s rotten t—” I bite my tongue. Shouldn’t swear in front of her, of all people. “Is something wrong? You’re not supposed to— I mean, isn’t there supposed to be—?” Before I can choke out a coherent question, the door finishes its arc, showing me a face I’ve never seen before. Long, dark hair falls straight down, framing a head of delicate, almost elfin beauty. The smile gracing the stranger’s bloodless lips does not touch eyes of pitch that smolder like an inferno barely kept in check by will alone. Atop her head rests a carmine crown forged of no metal known to mortal smith. Yes, my sister’s companion looks human enough, but it would take a fool not to see that this woman is not what she appears to be. I also cannot help but mark the conspicuous absence of those original companions with whom she left this place.
February 14, 2025 at 12:57 AM
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Whoa, hey, I wrote something involving mech pilots. Well, one mech pilot, at least. She's getting a new handler, whether she's ready for it or not. Here's the beginning!
The Forest's Covenant. Content tags: witches, mechs, becoming. The Old Forest is never silent. Life is noisy, regardless of whether one has the ears to hear it. The ebb and flow of animal calls form a murmuration that, at intervals, yields the stage to the quiet susurration of leaves catching the wind. Even lower, beneath the notice of all but the most careful listeners, the trees creak and rumble with their own song. Nevertheless, when a distant thunderclap breaks the forest’s natural rhythm, the moment afterward holds its breath in anticipation of rain that will not arrive. Another peal, now closer, makes a liar of the clear sky above. The two beget children—a violent crackle, a hiss as from some titanic serpent, a series of still-louder booms in rapid succession—and in their wake, the most energetic of the forest’s noisemakers find it prudent to relocate themselves. With the roar of a terrifying predator losing its fight for survival, something unknown and unimaginable slices a fiery wound through the canopy of trees, crashing heavy and lifeless from the heavens to carve its grave as a scar in the earth. The titan’s blood pools underneath it, soaking the forest floor with poisonous alchemy that transforms once rich soil into lifeless dirt that will never again sustain life. Its presence here is wrong, unwanted, an unforgivable intrusion.
December 25, 2024 at 2:09 AM
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Well, I came out of that Tomb of the Eaters place refreshed and ready to go and then immediately got lost and stumbled perpendicular to spacetime into another dimension where I met this Chaos Clam.

Wait *this guy* is the reason pi is Like That???
Olam. Bump, scars, and ridges crisscross the monstrous waveform shell from where the boundaries of dimensions ground against the interstitial space. A soft organ-thing lies inside, lit by the glimmers of Old Light flashing off the all-color nacre. Grooves across the shell mantle billow with the dust of ontoxanthellae, cross-dimensional symbiotes. Arrayed aside them are articles of other places, a pan-dimensional inventory stocked by an entropic broker. Base demeanor: docile Loved by highly entropic beings and mollusks. Disliked by the Naphtaali tribe for swapping how farms and devils are perceived. Disliked by the villagers of Upad for destroying the honorable numbers. Hated by equines for inventing the irrational numbers.
December 18, 2024 at 3:23 AM
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Finally caught up with where the story ended back when I first played years ago, and I get to see what the Tomb of the Eaters is all about, and...

oh god oh fuck everything is terrible here the bugs steal my shit and then I get smashed and burned and teleported to random locations against my will a
My character, injured, next to a huge pile of bloody bones and ashes from a recent battle. Empty shafts pit the floor, inviting missteps that will send me falling down an unknown, possibly deadly distance. The path forward takes one on a conveyer belt ride that fades into unseen darkness here. A message on screen reads "The Bell of Rest tolls! The dead will be recalled in 260 rounds."
December 13, 2024 at 7:35 PM
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the Ruin of House Isner The craftsmanship of this pistol worked in brass and chrome is breathtaking: grips of kingswood call the palm to an airless wrap, the hammer is contoured to the thumb by the microinch, and the sight draws the eye down the barrel like the slipping of silk. It's engraved all around with withered ivy, and the muzzle is kissed in blood. Weapon Class: Pistol Accuracy: Medium +1 Ego Critical hits scored with this weapon get an extra +4 bonus to penetration rolls. When this weapons fires a shot with its last round of ammo, the shot has perfect aim and is guaranteed to score a critical hit. -400 reputation with water barons
December 13, 2024 at 7:19 PM
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Did a double-take at the name of this book. At first, it was just "haha, such a long title it stretches the window out," and then I noticed there's a whole clue about the location of a legendary weapon right there.
Looting two books from a bookshelf. The first: Rods of Glass, Vol. IV. The second: Gate in the Hiding Place of the Ruin of House Isner Which I Hid Somewhere North of the Yd Freehold About 15 Parasangs: Unabridged
December 13, 2024 at 7:15 PM
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Hm. This book... something about the author's name sounds familiar...
In Maqqom Yd, page 1 of 5 Editor's note: The following is an excerpt from the travel diary of Kaylenn Sand-Shell, who generously donated her leather-bound volumes to the Monastery of the Illustrious Heart of Chrome. May they remain forever preserved. To the aspiring Wanderer and votary of Carthax the Athlete, few vistas rouse the imagination like the coral spans and spongey buttresses of the Palladium Reef. I state here what's known as fact: that the great crumbling edifice is moated by Lake Hinnom and her algae blooms, that the east-prattling soup-brooks of the Rainbow Wood spill out from under their canopy of spores and onto the webbed feet of the white esh, and that from the north, too, mangroves line the shore and pierce their roots through the stubborn ground to drink the algal liquer. Of course, the dangers of the Reef are plenty, and would overwhelm most wayfarers no matter how cleanly they've mastered the compass. And so, even while visions of colored polyps burned bright in my mind, for years I had to content myself to the study of its atlases and the patchwork of letters knitted from its strange history. Being a scholar, as well as a hunter, I knew this to be its own kind of journey.
December 13, 2024 at 7:08 PM