#vwebthreads

[vinylweb]

penned by codon , spidersona , semiactive

carrd , answered asks

[vinylweb]

Vinyl's balcony wasn't locked. It wasn't surprising. It was actually halfway open already. Slab must've visited earlier because it wasn't as messy as it usually is when Vinyl gets back wasted. The man was still in his DJ fit, the mask thrown onto the coffee table with little regard. The balaclava underneath still worn. The man was face down onto the couch, breathing shallow and unresponsive.

He twitched, a lot. His fingers moving yet nothing else was.

The aforementioned painkillers and electrolyte drink that Violet brought were on the coffee table, Vinyl's phone was on the floor under his hand. He didn't look too good. This was worse than his usual relapses because at least then, he'd respond.

*blizzard landed outside of the room vinyl was in pretty soon after vinyls typing went to shit. He had a backpack lined with cloth to keep the water bottles from freezing that he took off as he walked over to Vinyls laying form*

Okay let’s get something that isn’t alcohol in you vin. You need to sit up a bit.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

I'm standin' here, feelin' trapped in a cage, got this rival in the booth, fuelin' my rage,

Vinyl was positively pissed. When was he not, at this point? The short shower he took for the first time in forever, the several assignments and lecture audios he crammed into his head while speed-running work from his job. It was extremely annoying, and on top of that, needing to wash his clothes, clean up, and everything else!

New Canary riddle, some threats from Panther, governing department amping up the search for him...

On top of that, he needed to do this mission and keep up when it was. Wholly annoying, so by the time he popped up by the portal his entire attitude was fuck everything, I need to punch something.

Swinging through his landing point and then shoving through the crowd wasn't on his list, but he doesn't greet Blizzard at all, apparently not looking at him either. Vinyl's suit was still fuzzy and clearly stained, his pants were still torn from the scuffle in E-42 and he's gotten blood on his jacket still. Why? He forgot to wash it because it was at the door.

The green spider passed the barriers, surveying the area beyond it before turning to the icy partner he was given for this assignment.

"Spider Blizzard." he sighs, allowing a moment to pass before saying something again, "Where was the last sighting?" he inquired sternly, not merely asking but instead a slight implication of a demand.

Not that it mattered, it felt useless to argue or do anything. Focus on the mission then put in a request to not be given missions with this bastard anymore.

Mission: floodgates.

A fucking stupid name for a fucking stupid mission: keep the anomalies at bay, put down the heavily experimental technology, power it, hope to god it works, call in the weaker ones, leave.

The only damn thing that was worse was that vinylweb would be the only other one working with him to get it all done and they still hadn’t been in a room together yet-let alone an actual task that needed to be done. Of course there was a part of him happy to be around vin again after their falling out, at least to make sure he was okay, but he wasn’t really trying to focus on that. Vinylweb had made it quite clear he didn’t want anyone to look over him; even blizzard- especially blizzard....

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blizzard sat on the edge of traffic barriers that kept civilians away from the area until everything was under control, picking at the ice on his skin until somethings actually happened whether it be vinylweb's arrival or the arrival of the anomalies. snow and icicle spikes from his universe was still around him, kept frozen from his own temperature.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

His concern must've not translated well to the younger spider, but Vinyl didn't yap about that right now. Opening his mouth stopped him from biting his tongue or cheek in these situations.

"How blurry is your vision?" He asks, unrolling the bandages a little and starting to wrap them around Gwen's wounds, "If you can't see properly, I will take you to the society so you can rest in undisturbed conditions."

With how professional he seemed, someone would think he is completely fine doing this. He's not. Vinyl couldn't wrap his head around the fact some young spiders refused to call help until last minutes and act so reckless.

"stay awake." he adds, tone far too sharp for his liking, "How fast is your regen-property? if you have one."

Gods, sometimes, he wishes his spider sense would tell him with a voice instead of just this gut feeling of something about to go wrong.

There's a funny thought in Vinyl's head right now. A recalling of some stupid thing he saw printed out and stuck to the wall of the club. '[ASMR] I CALL YOU AN IDIOT SEVERAL TIMES WHILE TREATING YOUR STAB WOUNDS.' the paper read, the italicized letters catching his eye when he was leaving.

It'd be hilarious in any other situation, really. A little gag no one except him and anyone else who found the paper worthy of a little giggle.

Yet as Vinyl found himself crouched down in front of someone else, muttering under his breath, "You idiot... " he had begun, now utterly chanting the words like they grounded him from the dizziness threatening to topple him.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot-" he hisses, one hand- well, arm, pressed against the other's abdomen, trying to cover and put pressure on the several stab wounds at once.

"That was not a good idea, you bumbling idiot!" the green spider added, sounding more worried than angry and tired.

Vinyl's free hand dug through his pockets, trying to find the familiar shape of the bandage roll he had stuck in there last night's patrol. Usually, his jacket having so many pockets was a blessing. However, now, it was not. Trying to find a small, deformed roll of bandages was shit when his hands wouldn't stop shaking and it felt like his hand was going numb.

So, he's redirecting his anger. Turning it into worry and anxiety as he mutters incoherent insults, half at himself and half at the bleeding person in front of him. Various things slip through and he's talking too fast as he finds the thin bandages, crumbled and weak. They'll have to do, though, because Vinyl wants this idiot patched up at least a little bit before trying to transfer them to a safer place.

[vinylweb]

" 've known Miles for like, a year." PJ giggled, leaning against the counter after a few tries, " 'n 've talked t' 'Obie onceee.."

he pouts. It's not really visible with half his mask on his face.

"I like th'... yer cold, tho.."

＼(￣▽￣)/

(This’ll go well -sar-)

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Drunken and smelling of something strong, Vinyl- well, PJ, was bouncy and joyous. Although not very cognitive or rational right now.

The green spider was minding his business in the society, a quiet corner because he originally wanted to calm down from the high... but then, PJ spotted Blizzard. All stiffness aside, he was quick.

Too quick for a drunk man. He leapt at first moment, somehow landing square on Blizzard's back and wrapping his arms around the frigid cold spider - even as he hisses from the cold.

"Blizzz..." he slurred, smiling goofily.

[vinylweb]

Hate the way they breathe, like they own the whole stage, but we gotta team up, flip the script, turn the page.

'he looks different.'

Of course Blizzard was being immature about this. Vinyl has seen him work with others, he has manners, he knows what work etiquette means- Vinyl knows Blizzard has the ability to not be a pain in the ass when he wants to not be one. So, most definitely, he is purposefully just trying to grate salt blocks on Vinyl's eyes.

Nevertheless, Vinyl is the bigger person. Always was, always will be. He won't let such miniscule annoyance get to him this time, not when he has to save energy for supposedly 'dangerous' anomalies.

"If I was told, I wouldn't be asking, would I?" he huffs back, rolling his eyes underneath the mask and goggles before raising a hand to press the muff of his headphones up.

Radio signals strong, the buzz was something grating as well, he doesn't comment on that, instead opting to correct Blizzard's arrogance and stupidity, "Besides, I was asking if you saw them at all. Seems like you've been here a while." he added.

Of course he needs to find things out by himself. People are always going to be difficult.

"No, actually. I don't know why you assume such things when there was no prompt for it."

The words should shut down any further attempts from Blizzard to be a pain in the ass, Vinyl supposed, letting his hand and the headphones fall before he scans the area again.

He picked up the sound of the anomaly first. Of course he did. Sound was his thing. Thrumming hit his mind and the soft blur of Vinyl's spider sense telling him something was beginning to go awry.

A quick thwip of the web was all that was needed before Vinyl took off, not bothering to note the disturbance to Blizzard. You may ask, if he's being the bigger person, why not inform them? Well, because he's not going to act like Blizzard is completely incompetent. Surely, that stuck up bitch will spot the anomaly too.

Mission: floodgates.

A fucking stupid name for a fucking stupid mission: keep the anomalies at bay, put down the heavily experimental technology, power it, hope to god it works, call in the weaker ones, leave.

The only damn thing that was worse was that vinylweb would be the only other one working with him to get it all done and they still hadn’t been in a room together yet-let alone an actual task that needed to be done. Of course there was a part of him happy to be around vin again after their falling out, at least to make sure he was okay, but he wasn’t really trying to focus on that. Vinylweb had made it quite clear he didn’t want anyone to look over him; even blizzard- especially blizzard....

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blizzard sat on the edge of traffic barriers that kept civilians away from the area until everything was under control, picking at the ice on his skin until somethings actually happened whether it be vinylweb's arrival or the arrival of the anomalies. snow and icicle spikes from his universe was still around him, kept frozen from his own temperature.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

Am I the one in the wrong, or should this be their burden to blame?

Wow. Okay. So Blizzard was being utterly stupid. Seriously, that bitch can't control himself enough to not have so much collateral damage!? And Vinyl is stupid! It boiled his blood to think that he was assigned this mission with someone who was incompetent. So little people, too, for what reason? Floodgates should've had more totems on this job.

...It wasn't fixing anything for him to stay still and complain like a baby, so he sucked it up, bringing a syringe up to his neck- synthetic adrenaline- and stabbing himself.

This would be short.

"Connect to server..."

"Requesting the hound as back up for chase in Floodgates." he murmurs into his watch, only then did he sprint off on foot to try and tie down any of the downed bastards. Blizzard could most definitely handle the rest of this hunt - after all since the idiot was soooo competent and sooo helpful..

Vinyl wasn't willing to be seen with that man, still. Despite doing the work of making sure those who were down would stay down, and not actually chasing, he knew Blizzard was probably tearing up a building right now.

And besides! He had a higher chance of catching an anomaly when they try to ambush him thinking he's an easy target.

Oh, this is going so well for these guys, isn't it? One of them thinks the other is going to help look. One of them thinks the other has it totally handled.

Mission: floodgates.

A fucking stupid name for a fucking stupid mission: keep the anomalies at bay, put down the heavily experimental technology, power it, hope to god it works, call in the weaker ones, leave.

The only damn thing that was worse was that vinylweb would be the only other one working with him to get it all done and they still hadn’t been in a room together yet-let alone an actual task that needed to be done. Of course there was a part of him happy to be around vin again after their falling out, at least to make sure he was okay, but he wasn’t really trying to focus on that. Vinylweb had made it quite clear he didn’t want anyone to look over him; even blizzard- especially blizzard....

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blizzard sat on the edge of traffic barriers that kept civilians away from the area until everything was under control, picking at the ice on his skin until somethings actually happened whether it be vinylweb's arrival or the arrival of the anomalies. snow and icicle spikes from his universe was still around him, kept frozen from his own temperature.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

It didn't feel like that, honestly. PJ doesn't feel like Blizzard is here to stay. He feels like he's going to lose him at any moment, there's going to be something, someone was going to swoop in and take Blizzard away and kill him and he'd lose someone so, so, so, so, important. PJ doesn't want that.

...so.. he starts crying again. It's quiet, still snotty, though. Tears carefully treading down the spider's thin face as he just.. tries to grasp. PJ doesn't want to, but at the same time, he knows it's all real.

Basking in the presence of comfort... PJ feels guilty. Why? He accepts Blizzard but not Deadpool. He doesn't know why. Why is he biased? he sucks, doesn't he? He's no worse than any cop out there that is biased and fucking-

...

Bread. sounds nice.

"th...ahnks." PJ mutters, and honestly, he was doing his best, forcing his body to move- (it hurts.) and trying to not burden Blizzard with this stupid responsibility fully.

*blizzard landed outside of the room vinyl was in pretty soon after vinyls typing went to shit. He had a backpack lined with cloth to keep the water bottles from freezing that he took off as he walked over to Vinyls laying form*

Okay let’s get something that isn’t alcohol in you vin. You need to sit up a bit.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

"y'migh'...'n i dunwann'loose.. ya.." he whispers again, trying his damned best to stay attached to the other. Vinyl's muscles froze in place (literally and figuratively) and with the added tension that came in waves from the crashing nausea, he was hard to even get a thumb in.

Vinyl- No, P.J's eyes focused on Blizzard, dilating weirdly for a moment and looking up at him with the sort of adoration you'd see on poster boards or Christian art of some poor soul looking up to heaven. It was not long-lasting, he hisses when he's fully pulled off, but a little less irritable. The piercing cold- it was...

Nice...? Comforting. A sample of what he would never have.

PJ almost felt so selfish for experiencing cold, knowing so many others here only knew what it was like to be boiled like prawns in a pot.

"wuzzat?" PJ groggily asks, squinting at the bread.

*blizzard landed outside of the room vinyl was in pretty soon after vinyls typing went to shit. He had a backpack lined with cloth to keep the water bottles from freezing that he took off as he walked over to Vinyls laying form*

Okay let’s get something that isn’t alcohol in you vin. You need to sit up a bit.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

It was not nice feeling warmer. No. With how blurry his vision was, the only way Vinyl could know Blizzard was still nearby was feeling him.

"Nn..nuh. nO.. no.." he whispers, reaching out again and launching himself to sit up. It wasn't good for him, he swayed a little bit from dizziness. The world shook and he might've thrown up again if not for the fact there was nothing to throw up.

Damn, he needs to eat more. Why? Well, because as Blizzard feels Vinyl throw his arms around the other, digging into the ice block, the green-spider is boney. Not eating enough for someone who does the things he does.

Blame inflation, honestly.

" 'm n'g'nn.. need'ja.. stay..."

*blizzard landed outside of the room vinyl was in pretty soon after vinyls typing went to shit. He had a backpack lined with cloth to keep the water bottles from freezing that he took off as he walked over to Vinyls laying form*

Okay let’s get something that isn’t alcohol in you vin. You need to sit up a bit.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

Can’t stand their face, like a shot to my pride.

If the two did end up fighting, it would genuinely just be Blizzard's fault. Vinyl is way too tired to start shit right now. Vinyl liked the way Blizzard shut up. For once. It ... wasn't pleasant to hear the voice you've been trying to erase for the past month.

When the anomaly survived the fall, and immediately started thrashing, seeing a green blur come towards them that immediately putting them in a cervical lock - in all honestly, it was a Doc Ock, the suit should've prevented that, but the suit only protects if Spiderman isn't trying.

crack.

Having fought enough of these guys, Vinyl knows how to subdue them. After dropping to the ground with the man, he dug out the motherboard for the tentacles, letting the doc drop before attempting to web him up- immediately having to dodge an incoming Rhino-

Too many of them for two spiders.

But when has that ever stopped either of them?

Annoyed with the bad planning on the mission AI's side, he just sends a backup request through the watch before finishing off the Doctor, running for the hordes.

If being on the mission with Blizzard was enough to nearly kill someone, the incoming dozens clogging his spider sense and making it scream danger, danger, danger, danger, was enough to keep his adrenaline on the high.

Not actively watching where he was going, Vinyl was just fighting. The only thing he was being careful of was buildings, for someone who was a hazardous force of raw rage, he caused the least amount of damage out of the two. At least, in comparison to Blizzard who kept throwing anomalies into the infrastructure.

Rabid bitch would still be an apt term to describe Vinyl Web. "The Spider Society is supposed to contain anomalies!" was total bullshit to him. Honestly, though, if they're still still breathing and beating, they're alive and well. Even with several broken bones, devices and blood.

Blizzard's opponent was shoved off him by a crashing Vulture that was unfortunate enough to have one of his wings ripped off.

You'd think all these anomalies would see these two spiders still bodying every single one of them and stop following the masses into battle like some stupid sheep - unfortunately for them, their pride was stronger than reason. Evidence presented of the two being able to take them down wasn't registered properly, and thus? Their pain prolonged - cellular decay wasn't their friend right now.

Maybe it wasn't too much for the two of them.

Eventually, the portals closed, interdimensional rifts healed - now it was just a matter of hunting them all.

Mission: floodgates.

A fucking stupid name for a fucking stupid mission: keep the anomalies at bay, put down the heavily experimental technology, power it, hope to god it works, call in the weaker ones, leave.

The only damn thing that was worse was that vinylweb would be the only other one working with him to get it all done and they still hadn’t been in a room together yet-let alone an actual task that needed to be done. Of course there was a part of him happy to be around vin again after their falling out, at least to make sure he was okay, but he wasn’t really trying to focus on that. Vinylweb had made it quite clear he didn’t want anyone to look over him; even blizzard- especially blizzard....

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blizzard sat on the edge of traffic barriers that kept civilians away from the area until everything was under control, picking at the ice on his skin until somethings actually happened whether it be vinylweb's arrival or the arrival of the anomalies. snow and icicle spikes from his universe was still around him, kept frozen from his own temperature.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

He didn't move, still. Sluggishly trying to lift his arm but giving up. His eyes were closed, breathing labored. Vinyl seemed dead. Though, Blizzard would know by now that this bastard was far too stubborn to die.

After what seemed like an achingly long second, his eyes flicked open. His pupils were slow to dilate in reaction to the lighting. He looked worried, sad. confused. His eyes said so much but apparently unwilling to move, his muscles tense. Vinyl lets out a noise akin to a groan, it was warped and airy.

The spider's mouth opens, only to sharply inhale and then start shaking as he tried to cough. or sneeze. or puke. one of them. Vinyl gagged, tearing up as his first movement became curling in on himself and shaking. So, so badly shaking. His eyes screw shut again, he tried to not move.

*blizzard landed outside of the room vinyl was in pretty soon after vinyls typing went to shit. He had a backpack lined with cloth to keep the water bottles from freezing that he took off as he walked over to Vinyls laying form*

Okay let’s get something that isn’t alcohol in you vin. You need to sit up a bit.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

"I'd freeze if it meant I could 'ug ya a lil... lil more." he hums, standing off the counter, "yer my best friend."

"..safety uh... w'as the word..."

＼(￣▽￣)/

(This’ll go well -sar-)

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Drunken and smelling of something strong, Vinyl- well, PJ, was bouncy and joyous. Although not very cognitive or rational right now.

The green spider was minding his business in the society, a quiet corner because he originally wanted to calm down from the high... but then, PJ spotted Blizzard. All stiffness aside, he was quick.

Too quick for a drunk man. He leapt at first moment, somehow landing square on Blizzard's back and wrapping his arms around the frigid cold spider - even as he hisses from the cold.

"Blizzz..." he slurred, smiling goofily.

[vinylweb]

As he was propped up, he tensed again, fighting Blizzard a little bit. Vinyl's eyes had a sort of haze about them, unfocused, before he calmed down realizing it was Blizzard and allowing the cold spider to help him. No words were exchanged, just heavy breathing— and Vinyl holding onto Blizzard's wrist, keeping the other spider close.

Despite how much it burned. Despite how much it felt like his chitin was going to crack from his grip and his hand would freeze off.

Vinyl stayed down, but he didn't let Blizzard go. He focused on the other, a little too intently.

*blizzard landed outside of the room vinyl was in pretty soon after vinyls typing went to shit. He had a backpack lined with cloth to keep the water bottles from freezing that he took off as he walked over to Vinyls laying form*

Okay let’s get something that isn’t alcohol in you vin. You need to sit up a bit.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

After he was basically done with throwing up his entire digestive tract, Vinyl drank from the water bottle- relaxing a little. He glances up to Blizzard, his softening glare helped the green spider realize what might've been real and what wasn't. The touch of cold against his searing hot fucking body felt nice, but it'd stop helping if Blizzard stayed so close. Vinyl's body still twitches and spasms, spider senses fucked up though his body clearly knows something is wrong.

Vinyl had a dejected look as Blizzard got up, he flopped back onto the couch, trying to breathe through his nose. His chest rose and fell slowly,and hiccups started showing up. Not wanting to be entirely useless, Vinyl tries flexing his fingers and arms, trying to move them. It'd help if he wasn't entirely restricted because then he could at least write, or something.

The kitchen was barren.. mostly. The only things on was a rice cooker (the rice was half cooked...) and the fridge. There was a single rag, but it hung by the sink and seemed torn up and thin.

Sometime past 2 minutes into Blizzard in the kitchen, Vinyl started mumbling something incoherent. He stops as soon as he starts and..didn't seem to be breathing as harshly. That was good, right? A thwip is heard, and more sounds of Vinyl leaning over to throw up what might've been just saliva and stomach acid at this point.

*blizzard landed outside of the room vinyl was in pretty soon after vinyls typing went to shit. He had a backpack lined with cloth to keep the water bottles from freezing that he took off as he walked over to Vinyls laying form*

Okay let’s get something that isn’t alcohol in you vin. You need to sit up a bit.

@vinylweb

[vinylweb]

It was cold. Very cold. Vinyl knew what it meant.

It didn't relax him enough to actually uncurl, gasping for air as if he couldn't breathe and it hurt. His eyes darted everywhere. The shine of the lights, the posters, the vague figure of Blizzard. It didn't help. There were things there that should not be there.

Only a few more seconds of trying to get air into his lungs did saliva start dripping out of his mouth and then he retched up what would've been at least 2 days worth of food. It came out sticky, stinking, and ugly. Vinyl's head drops towards the trashcan, a sob tearing from his body because it hurt. Getting drunk shouldn't hurt like this. It was only 3 shots. Why does it feel like he's dying?

Broken words drag out of Vinyl's mouth, the regurgitated remains leaking out. His tongue and throat stung so badly. He barely felt better right now, the loss of food hitting him with a hunger. Vinyl was still tense, spasming as his muscles tried to figure out what the appropriate reaction was supposed to be.

"i'hur's." he choked out, trying to breathe and not focus on what wasn't there and the stinging everywhere and the urge to sleep. No. He knows this routine. Stay awake, stay awake. You're hurting and sleeping won't help right now because you don't know if it'll help with the pain.

"i'urts s'much. make i..." he trails off, tensing impossibly more as he spasms and retches into the trash can again. The way he keeps his muscles involuntarily still is gonna make him cramp so much later.

Vinyl's head was banging, like bombs were going off inside. Was he drugged? Why would someone drug him? He was fucking DJing. Fuck. Was it a fucking cop? He can't remember. It hurts.

*blizzard landed outside of the room vinyl was in pretty soon after vinyls typing went to shit. He had a backpack lined with cloth to keep the water bottles from freezing that he took off as he walked over to Vinyls laying form*

Okay let’s get something that isn’t alcohol in you vin. You need to sit up a bit.

@vinylweb