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fingers splayed - crooked &&. stinging. succumbed by a sensation she bares not in common physique. where power has come , alongside time , to ultimately define ( if not categorize ) tragic existence. still , she senses limited control over such horrendous capabilities - evident in straining muscles &&. gritted teeth. however so , her will alone is what grounds her : buries her feet in to the dirt &&. keeps her standing. she’s heard enough about him to warrant this. he’s a threat - a delineation of death itself. ( oh horrific , loveless death ). 

&&. in a twisted fashion , she’s reminded of exposure. of the spontaneity that concocted a willingness to reveal her true form to the world’s view - in a righteous attempt to reign they stray mutant collective in to the protection of xavier’s home. ( &&. often , her judgement was met with aggressive retaliation - unsurprising , when fear is involved ). 

a case in point in present time. where fear is heightened by the systematic unknowing of what he actually is. man ? she doubts an ounce of it even exists beneath blood red. monster ? proven to be a fools’ understatement , as ( already ) outstretched digits find themselves grasping at her own throat. pulling &&. tearing - powers off. 

she fears him. &&. she believes he can sense it.  

❝   &&. you’re the one to talk about what’s legal ?  ❞   sarcasm fluent from adapted tongue - a voice , croaked with nerves , wheezed in his ( iron ) grip - she pushes on through. won’t allow herself to be defeated. not again.

     GARISH tongue drips between them, laving across her face before settling in a loose grip about the base of her throat. teeth flash and glint in her eyes, obscuring much of her field of vision. all at once, their worlds collide and retract to a pinhole, not even light daring to encounter CARNAGE. symbiote hunkers down with the flesh beneath it, crouching until properly level with her. all the better to eat her with.       CLAWS curl against her garments, fabric not shredding so much as eroding beneath his grip, toxic rot eating away until it reveals the flesh beneath. his other clangs through his skull as though with a jackhammer, lobotomizing every portion of his brain that does not contain a myriad of ways to eviscerate her.       FETID breath escapes him, exhaling until there is nothing left within him. CARNAGE has taken over, body and spirit (soul miraculously  m i s s i n g), and it is HIM who speaks, using cletus as little more than a puppet.            «  ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀᴀᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ssssᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ, ssssʟɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ               ᴄʜɪᴄᴋᴇɴ. ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴇɢᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇsss ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ; ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡ-ᴍᴀɴ.  »

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                  PALE FINGERS grasp each other tenderly ; he is STARTLED, and perhaps that’s what causes him to lose a bit of RESTRAINT – such aforementioned sparks fly freely before he is able to COLLECT himself, and bowing his head, arthur merely draws away a step, and then another. it is clear he is a bit OVERWHELMED, then again, if one knew him they would see NO DIFFERENCE. perhaps he is always this PALE, this scared, under but whatever facade he decided to pull ; a false SMILE to deflect concerns no one really thought of. 

                  “ I’M – I-I’M SORRY – ” apologies are too easy to fall back to. he was BORN begging for forgiveness for SINS never his. hands still gripping each other TREMBLE, shaking as if the wind had caused them to gone COLD, so cold even hellfire couldn’t warm them. he hears the thing’s WORDS and he BLINKS, surprised further by questionable dialect. MAGIC ? and perhaps arthur simply wasn’t expecting such INTEREST – he tries to look up, but finds he cannot make the appropriate eye contact. 

                  DESPITE AWKWARD ACQUAINTANCES, the agent nods his head, STUTTERING A BREATH that catches in his throat soon after. he does not wish to DISAPPOINT, but there was little his brain could actually process as he looked toward TIGHTLY WOUND hands. light sparks between the gap, where the palms remained untouched in spite of the close proximity of the digits. within a tender minute he RELEASES his death grip ; a small creature flutters out ( it looks to be a BUTTERFLY, but the wings sparkle as if the STARS THEMSELVES are embedded into them ) and flies over to the other, HOVERING over his head. 

                  “ IT’S – IT’S NOT MUCH. ” arthur finally GLANCES, though it is clear he is still ridden with anxiety and wary concern. “ i’m – i-i’m SORRY if you d-don’t LIKE IT – ”

     NEVER as oblivious as the preening public would like to believe, he does, in fact, catch on to the look of terror plastered across his face. fully aware of it, he basks in it, pleased at the recognition and fear he is able to so easily garner. by now, though? nothing new, nothing noteworthy.       NOTEWORTHY is that smattering of effervescent lights surrounding the man, like some ghost from the pale. much more amusing than those fourth of july sparklers, he decides, having reached out to them and finding himself not burned. to a simple mind, what else could it be, but magic? it is pure luck that what he surmises is right.       LEANING in to minimize the gap between them, he squints, onyx eyes scrutinizing the fluttering distraction he is presented with. pretty, he thinks, reaches his fingers out once more, long claws poking forward at the hallucinatory flash of light.            «  ɴᴏ, ɴᴏ, s'ᴄᴜᴛᴇ! ɢɪᴠᴇs ᴍᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀɪᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴏғғ ᴏғ 'ᴇᴍ, ᴀs ᴀ ᴋɪᴅᴅᴏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ʜᴜʜ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ-sʜᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴅᴅᴀʏᴀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪғ ɪ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴏғғ?  »      BARELY done speaking, he struggles to do just that: only a moment passes before visible disappointment peaks, and he balls his fists in childish anger, jaw jutting in annoyance.            «  ʜᴇʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʀʏɪɴᴀ sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴ', ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ! ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ sᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ɪᴛ! ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ sʜɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ?!  »

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patience is not a factor compatible to her representation , thus enthused by the twitching of a jaw &&. the tapping of a leather-clad foot. already , she’s beginning to contemplate her reasoning for such ( unpredictable ) of an ally. where the common choice would be bred in those who wield weapons - are soldiers &&. assassins &&. mercenaries. thoroughly human - for circumstances of failure. 

but him … it. such a name burdens a reputation of fear &&. chaos. a being , obtaining a level of power that could sit so perfectly within hydra’s ( calloused ) palm. &&. where killing him slips through possibility’s cracks , she enthuses no harm in collaborating - until further notice. 

she itches at his arrogant relaxation - urges to swipe his feet from her polished desk &&. knock him off balance. but muscles intend to protest against desire &&. enthuse her own stance to become less controlled: more open to him - albeit to lure him with a false sense of ( niceties ).   ❝  i’m already aware of your ———— requirements , kasady. you’ve made them clear enough …  ❞     syllables dripping with venom , she musters a smile ( evolved from a sneer , no doubt ).  ❝  as long as i can trust you enough not to rip my men’s heads off , then you’re free to do whatever the fuck you want.  ❞    

collision alerts immediate response , fingers retreating to the etched daggers clung to her thighs. ( she doesn’t trust him enough to bare herself completely ).  ❝  i want your help with something — something that , i feel , you’re going to enjoy.  ❞

     CALCULATIONS bore him; plans urge a wild feeling to lash out against them, making them smash to pieces with nothing but a callously placed murder. clear enough that this woman likes her plans. meticulously arranges them. grooms them like little children until they’re perfect. he RELISHES the possibility of slashing her carefully raised plans to shreds.       TELLING her that, of course, isn’t an option. slimy mouth stays resolutely closed, his other keeping its forked tongue behind spaced teeth. this woman knows who she’s speaking to-- but she misunderstands just how cooperative he is willing to be. his sneer curls all the wider, and he shakes his head, fingers delicately shifting the toothpick nestled between his lips.            «  ʜᴇᴀᴅs? ʜᴍᴍ. ʜᴍᴍ, ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍʏ sᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴏғғ ᴏғ 'ᴇᴍ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴍʙs, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ? ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs, ᴄʜɪᴄᴋᴀᴅᴇᴇ.  »      CACOPHONOUS laughter spills from his mouth, high-pitched and grating, unable to contain himself at the little ‘joke’. heeing and hawing comes to a close only gradually, dark eyes training upon her, wondering, no doubt, what she could have to offer him.            «  ᴡᴇʟʟ? ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀʀs. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴅs, ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs-- ʜᴇʟʟ, ʏᴀ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sʜᴏᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏᴜᴛᴇʀ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ, ɪғ'ɴ ʏᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ. ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏxʏɢᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀᴀʙʟʏ, ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ.  »

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sorry for only posting a few things yesterday, mm...today i think i’ll mostly be over on magnus, since i haven’t been there a few days. may pop back up here later, though..!

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Send me 'Fading to Dust' for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them.

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     TENTACLES waggle between them as if fingers, taunting him closely enough that they could extend, just a little, to touch his very nose. ever the stereotypical villain, he gives a faint tsk-tsk, shaking their head. not that they fear this puny weapon - no, they welcome it - but they don’t like being interrupted by attacks.       SECONDS pass as carnage scoops up a handful of their own being, mushing and squeezing until they’ve formed some crude sort of proto-throwing star, tiny tentacles waving up from the fleshy surface. seemingly proud of the creation, they bare a grin up at the boy, brandishing the new ‘weapon’.            «  ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴀ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀsss?               ᴄ'ᴍᴏɴ, ᴋɪᴅᴅᴏ, ʏᴀ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴ' ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ'sss ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs.               ʙᴇᴛ ʏᴀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅ sssɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙᴀʀɴ !!   »      STILL, they resent the assertion that a child can best them. bristling with annoyance, they clamber closer, teeth clicking and clacking eagerly at the feast presented to them.            «  ɪғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'sss ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ᴡʜʏ ʏᴀ ʙᴀᴄᴋɪɴ' ᴜᴘ? ʏᴀ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ,               ᴅᴏ ʏᴀ? ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sssɴᴀʀᴋʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀʜᴏᴏᴅ sssᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴘᴇᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ               ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇsss ᴏғ ᴍᴇ !!  »

      Distaste at the creature’s need to point out the obvious was starting to get on his nerves. Then again it doesn’t take much to get on his nerves. The crimson man, or, rather entity is creating a whole new level at this rate. Most of it caused by the ominous presence the entity gives off, rolling over Elijah in uncomfortable waves.

     He’s not an idiot, he believes he’s seen this type of thing before. Years ago as a boy when he watched the news with his grandparents when a rather lengthy battle ensued between Spider-Man and a disturbing monster. The former’s name lost over time but the brutal carnage that had been done to the city is ever lasting scars in endless reconstruction sites and fearful rumors.

     Flight or fight instincts kick in as the creature crouches down and leers at him, the smell of fresh copper causing Eli’s nose to wrinkle in disgust and finding himself taking three large steps back to put distance between them. A glint of silver against the dim sunlight over head flashes as he draws a throwing star between them the same time a tendril of red does. Silent warning to keep away.

     “We all can’t be an unfortunate lovechild of a Predator and the Blob, you know. And this kiddo has more than enough power to send your ass packing.”

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     SPEED had never been his strongest suit. he likes to think of himself as...what was the word? indomitable. do what you like to him, he snaps back each and every time. his year in space taught him nothing but that he can overcome it ALL. as such, his missed hits do little to deter him from pursuing her. if anything, he renews his effort, spastically energized as he leaps from buildings in an attempt to follow her.       SPIDERWEBS taunt him at each turn, reinvigorating him even as she seeks to subdue him. an acrid ocean, carnage pulses and flows in the space separating them, idle tentacles finding minute handholds as others whip towards her.       PAIN overtakes him for a moment, prompting a screech, nearly toppling from his perch if not for the scrambling tentacles that desperately reach to keep him up. even so, the pain is severe enough to force carnage to retreat to safety, doing only the MINIMUM to save cletus from the several story fall. the redneck falls flat on his back, metal legs cracking the pavement beneath him.       DAZED, he blinks, staring up at the masked face of the spider, and he imagines carving it off, using a drill to give her three extra pairs of eyes, ripping out all teeth but her canines. let her be a real spider. a beat, and then two, as carnage crawls out from his shell, mobilizing around prosthetics before ever shifting upwards to encase his chest.            «  ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ,  ʜᴜʜ?  ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ  ʟᴇᴛ  sʜʀɪᴇᴋ  ʜᴇᴀʀ  ʏᴀ  sᴀʏ  ᴛʜᴀᴛ,  sʜᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴛʏᴘᴇ !!               ᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ ғɪɴᴇ sᴛɪɴɢᴇʀ ʏᴀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅs ᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴀɢ ʙᴜᴢᴢᴇʀs.               ʜᴏᴡs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪ ʀɪᴘ ʏᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏғғ, ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴀ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ?  »

Move.

Her Spider-Sense warned her before he ever made the conscious decision to launch those disgusting tentacles at her, her body moving out of the way with no conscious thought on her end. He was fast, but she was just a bit faster. She twisted and turned, his tentacles missing her each and every time as they plowed into the brick and mortar of the wall she had been attached to only fractions of a second before. 

She knew who this monster was, her father had told her enough horror stories, she had seen the old youtube vids. Carnage. A beast, more animal than sentient, who loved to kill and eat people, not always in that order. At least she had drawn it’s attention away from the people, who were currently doing their best to put as much distance between them and this freak as they possibly could. Smart.

“Blah blah blah, haven’t you got any new material, handsome? This is the 21st century, y’know,” she snarked as she grabbed the last tentacle that missed her, her hand glowing a bright yellow. Hundreds of thousands of volts of bioelectricity coursed through the Symbiote’s body, enough to knock a super skrull out cold in one hit. She wasn’t holding back this time, she knew she couldn’t afford to. Too many lives were on the line.

“Ooh, that was a shocking surprise, huh?” she taunted, landing further up the wall to draw the symbiote away from the still-crowded streets.

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     NOTHING can hide the innate signature of a symbiote, NOTHING can distract carnage from the blatant reality presented with him: KIN. the bloodied mass encasing his flesh pulses and seethes, rages, in response to the realization. flesh stolen from flesh, distorted, bastardized, turned against him. a WEAPON of his own kind.       PUNISHMENT is necessary for allowing this aberration to exist. consume it whole, flesh and all, for daring to face him without presenting bodily to be rightfully EXECUTED.       WORDS that spill forth are barely even cletus’; THE OTHER reverberates through his skull, demanding, screeching the words to be said, and cletus is not one to deny it. no, he does nothing but ECHO the same sentiments in his own breast.            «  ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀsss ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅsss ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ !! ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀsss              ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴇᴅ, ʏᴀ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴ' ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ. ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ              ɪᴍᴘᴏsssᴛᴇʀ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴛᴜʙᴇ ʙᴀʙɪᴇsss.  »

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At first he thinks it’s just a trick of the light, or maybe just some asshole cosplayer with a bad sense of humor, but from the way his symbiotes bristle at the sight of their “brother” he can’t fool himself into thinking that he’s dealing with anything less than the genuine article.

{ So you’re Cletus Kasady, huh? I thought you’d be taller. } 

He sounds confident enough, keeping his tone just level enough to sound dismissive, but a panicked prayer is looping in his head like a broken record player; Oh, Lord. Oh, sweet baby Jesus and all the angels. It’s him. It’s actually him. Please, God, let SHIELD have gotten wind of the fact that he’s here and put out a call to the Avengers or the Fantastic Four or who the fuck ever. Please don’t tell me I have to fight Carnage on my own.

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     COMPLIMENTS come to cletus rarely enough that he has learned how to  s a v o r  them, in whatever form they come. creepy is one that he’s been blessed enough to receive more than once, but he appreciates it no less when spat from between fearful trembling lips.       BARING his own in response, he grins, bending at the waist in a mocking bow, dirty hands moving almost elegantly to complete the gesture.            «  ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴀ !! ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ. ᴜɴʟᴇss, ᴜʜ, ʏᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴅ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏ.               ᴛʜᴇɴ  ɪ'ᴅ  ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ   ᴇᴀᴛ   ʏᴇʀ   ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ.   ʙᴜᴛ  ʏᴀ  ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ  ᴍᴇᴀɴ  ᴛʜᴀᴛ,   ᴅɪᴅ  ʏᴀ?  »

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     “ — you have got an incredibly creepy vibe going on. ”  which is actually an understatement.  riley hasn’t felt quite this weirded out in a long time; there’s kind of something about him that leaves a bad taste in the back of her mouth.  already, she’s planning some sort of way to get out of there fast. 

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Wanting to RP a ship but not having anyone to RP it with like

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i only owe...three more starters i think so !! this is still open

– like for a starter !!

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@americasfinestlegacy

     AFTER the spider-gang, cletus supposes all of the other beloved super-heroes come second on his list of most-hated people in the world. there’s just so many of them, always somebody free to ruin his fun, holidays and weekends and all. so the more of them he can devour, the better.       THIS one is a little smaller than most, though. midget? no, too tall for that, but cletus stands head and shoulders taller than him, still. cackling madly, he crouches down to better look at the boy, a sea of acrid blood pulsing and forming tentacles between them, a minor measure to prevent the boy from stepping any closer.            « ᴀᴡᴡ, ʏᴇʀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ !! ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘɪɴᴛ-sssɪᴢᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏ. ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ɴ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ? ᴍᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ʟɪɴᴇsss ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴅᴀʏs !! ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴ' ᴍᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɪᴅᴅᴏsss !!  »

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@leftsomescratches

     BLOOD coagulates in the air, balling together only briefly in an attempt to retain the symbiote’s shape, before realizing the effort is wasted and finally dissipating. human flesh peeks through the crimson layer, bare and pale. claws faintly touch the open gash, pinching together the edges of the symbiote to knit it back together in one fluid, pulsing movement.      ACCUSATORY, carnage stands straighter, balling his fist with a single long finger pointed out, other hand resting upon his waist, frothing in the symbiote’s eager movements.            «  ʜᴇʏ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍɪɴ' ᴜᴘ !! ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜɪs ɴᴏɴsᴇɴsᴇ ? ɪ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟᴛʏ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʟᴀᴡs ᴏᴜᴛᴛᴀ ᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴀᴡs'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ !!  »      THREATS between the two are far from idle, and carnage all but WELCOMES his betrayal. trust nobody, trust nobody, not even shriek would keep his words close to heart. if he’s to be betrayed, all the better - just another meatbag to consume. 

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@beyondinjustice      IS he going crazy? the suit is different, but the shield isn’t. this isn’t the captain that he so lovingly embraced within his world of blood, this isn’t the one whose mind he had struggled so valiantly to crack. was this a new one, to replace the old? did this mean good old rogers was DEAD? how  D E L I G H T F U L.       ALMOST enough to make him cease the assault, but not quite. not quite. legs filled with inhuman power propel the beast down, carelessly landing atop one of many brightly-colored automobiles; THE OTHER quivers with pleasure at the deafening crunch of metal. only a few loping steps and he finds himself face to face with the man of stripes himself.            «  ʜᴜʜ. sssᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs. ɪ sssᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sssᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴇᴘsss ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ !! ʙᴜᴛ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴ' ᴛʜᴇ sssᴛᴀʀs 'ɴ sᴛʀɪᴘᴇs ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ.  »      CAPACIOUS maw lolls open, nearly-prehensile tongue dripping ichor to the pavement between them. teeth glisten with blood and slime, blank eyes almost managing to emote from the sheer inflection of words. another defiant step forward, and clawed fingers reach forth, endeavoring to rip at the mask obscuring the captain’s dark face.            «  ᴄ'ᴍᴏɴ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sssᴏᴍᴇ sʜᴏᴡ 'ɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ? ᴄᴀᴘ'ɴ's ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ғᴀɴ? ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏ' ᴛʜᴏsᴇ. ᴄᴏsssᴛᴜᴍᴇs 'ɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.  »

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@incxndia

     WHILE he would like to pretend that this was simply a product of chaos, something that the universe had long predestined to happen simply through circumstance-- he did some measure of planning to achieve it. he’s willing to make a certain number of concessions to his personal creed in order to rid the world of a rival spider-monster. once he’s gone, though, TRUE CHAOS will resume.       MARY-JANE watson stinks of webbing and no amount of cheap perfume can obscure that from THE OTHER. while a smarter man may be able to extrapolate further, cletus doesn’t know her association with him. family? lover? coworker? doesn’t know. doesn’t care. the stink is there, and he has faith that the spider-boy will return to consume this prey.       OR something like that, anyway. he’s counting on it. we’re counting on it, THE OTHER reminds him.       THE OTHER’S tongue caresses the lobes of his brain, keening for release, but cletus keeps him in check. no use eating the bait, eh? no, no. he licks his palm, struggling to tame the shock of fiery hair as he approaches her with a smile. in his free hand he clutches a cheap, wilting bouquet, which he proffers forth as she acknowledges him.            «  ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴ', ᴍᴀ'ᴀᴍ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴘɪɴ' ʏᴀ'ᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ               ʙᴀᴄᴋ  ғʀᴏᴍ  ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴ'  ᴛʜᴇsᴇ.  ᴡʜᴀᴛ's  ʏᴇʀ  ɴᴀᴍᴇ?  ɪ'ᴍ  ᴄʟᴇᴛᴜs.  »

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– like for a starter !!

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     ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs 

                                                                     GIVE DADDY A TASTE !!

     ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs 

    HEH HEH HEH !! TASTES LIKE BOOK LEARNIN’ PIG !!