ever since one of my friends politely begged me not to make spider farm au a thing, i have been thinking about what the standard tropes would be in a spider farm story. off the top of my head:
- “wait, you have some cobwebs stuck in your hair”
- person a in pairing is new to spider farming, accidentally sends the wine merchants a box of tarantulas instead. person b nobly covers for them. “these so-called spiders aren’t spinning any webs!” “monsieur, maybe they’re just exceptionally lazy”
- their hands accidentally brush as they reach for the same box of whatever the fuck spiders eat, bugs i guess
- guys never mind this was a terrible idea i am so sorry, i am so sorry
- tenderly comforting each other late at night as they contemplate the series of horrible life choices that has led to this moment. “we’re farming spiders,” one of them sobs. “we’re living on a farm of spiders”
- “oh no my shirt is covered in cobwebs guess i better take it off???”
just spitballing here
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