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vnmblast‌:

music to her ears,  the crescendo of his regret feeding her soul and lifting her spirits. this is fun,  they should really make a point of hanging out more often. jess is a FORGIVING entity  —  having her fill of both whale noises and eddie noises  —  tossing the reporter what he sought in the physical world to make up for what was lacking in his emotional one.

❝  if you come out as anything other than a charlie fan i’m cancelling our entire friendship.  ❞  that’s what was meant by cancel culture,  right?  she’s hip. jessica leaned back into his sofa,  chin at palm.  ❝   go on. i’m dying to know how you’re about to compare your love life to a mormon’s wet dream.  ❞

He fumbles the remote when Jess tosses it, dropping it in his lap. He leaves it there, doesn’t even care anymore. He can practically feel the smugness rolling off of her. For not the first time in the time he’s known her, Eddie wonders why he let her in at all. 

(And for what will definitely not be the last time, he reminds himself that he does, in fact, need more friends, and that Jess, is in fact, probably the closest thing to a best friend that he has right now.)

“I don’t know who Charlie is,” Eddie deflects, trying to buy himself more time to make sense of his analogy. “Like -- who’s the vampire? Edward?” He feels his nose wrinkle at the name. “Okay, like. Edward is bad for Bella and they can’t be together, right? It’s not because their families would hate it like Romeo and Juliet, he’s just. Not a good dude.” He isn’t totally confident in either his knowledge of the Twilight franchise or how this metaphor is lining up with his situation, so he leaves it there for a beat. “I dunno, some things just don’t work out.”

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slvicshdow‌:

MAYBE IT’S A SIGN OF AGE ,    or maybe, despite contrary popular opinion, The Black Widow did need some sleep after all but there is little that she can admit to in the realm of being out of practice. A slow-going process of tracking gang activity to the latest coup within this particular underbelly led her directly to a warehouse of boys playing war. More importantly, boys who were brought into one they would only be used as fodder for. 

So she’s distracted. Or the siren’s call of pressed sheets has more of a tug after a day of the flashing bulbs she couldn’t quite adjust to. 

Or maybe, whatever it is that sneaks up behind her just has a different way of moving.  (    Sometimes learning isn’t all the fun at all.    )

It happens instantly. Black cloud in the corners of her gaze. The high pitched-charge of her gauntlets as a projectile of electricity is shot out in the direction of the sentient mass. Natasha evades, moving quickly to work some space between them.    “    Sorry. I’ve always been terrible about surprises.    ”    It is getting harder and harder to decipher friend from foe these days.    “    Even forget my ‘what big teeth you have’ line.    ”

Backwards and less than gracious in rolling out anything close to cordial, she makes and attempt around the time she has to remind herself to swallow air.    “    ——-    Who are you?    ”

Oh, they definitely should have seen this coming. 

The jolt rattles them, feet slipping beneath them, and vision blurring at the edges. Their mouth tastes metallic and they’re not totally certain they can feel their arms. They recoil, as if that will really make a difference in avoiding a next hit. They see her roll one way, so they roll in the other direction, defenses raised.

Eddie recognizes her as soon as their vision adjusts. Shit. Shit! SHIT! 

Of all the people to run into on a rooftop, he finds one of the most pro-registration clowns in the hero game. Just his fucking luck. He’s ready to take the wheel back from Venom and steer them clear -- clear of the Black Widow and the gangs below. They weigh their options, adrenaline kicking in. Even if they did get past her and onto the next roof, she’d probably tail them as far as she could. Eating her was definitely off the table, even assuming they could get close enough. 

Either way, they were fucked. 

They stayed put.

Eddie didn’t feel like talking, but Venom was apparently feeling extra polite tonight. “We are Venom. Who are you?”

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grdianoftheocean‌:

“I would not have to intervene if there wasn’t excess of violence in the first place,” Kaldur responded calmly before reaching back and stowing away the water bearer with a gurgle and a click. “But that is in the past,” he added, glancing around scrutinously. “The job is done.” A pause. “Can I be reasonablly assured that you will not inflict further damage onto this neighbourhood?”

“They started it,” Venom hisses indignantly. Did they really need to get into the semantics of who threw the first punch and who sunk their teeth into their opponent’s arm first? No! 

Curious eyes narrow as the water whip recedes. They hadn’t seen this technology up close before, and there was an interest in knowing more. But the lately, the more heroes they’re meeting, the less Venom wants to see their weapons. Some nights, Eddie wishes they had stayed at home to eat a jar of pickles and watch Fresh Prince re-runs instead of having to worry about this whole “whose side are you on?” and punching-and-fighting nonsense. 

Thankfully, this guy didn’t seem to be too worried about the seven-foot-tall alien in front of him. In fact, he seemed pretty... nonplussed about it all, which was a nice change of pace, like Venom wasn’t the weirdest thing he’s seen today. Eddie might be going home for pickles sooner than he previously thought. 

“Reasonably, sure,” they reply, the lilt of a joke catching at the end. “You don’t have to worry about the neighborhood. The residents, however...” 

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“ would you be , could you be , my neighbor ”

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dangerwatson‌:

press pause. this is news to her  —  someone willingly gave eddie brock the golden ticket into a biochemical facility. the same formerly disgraced eddie brock who exposed carlton drake; that eddie brock.  (  she needs to stop repeating his name.  )  ❝  shut up.  whose dumbass idea was that.  ❞  said moreso of the fool calling in a reporter than the reporter himself. shocking,  she understands.  ❝  does the ceo know you’re here ?  ❞   vague threats to remove her from the premises strike no chord with mj,  what with the terms of their banter changed.  ❝  cut the crap. we’ve never had a problem,  as much as you like to pretend we do. in fact i think deep,  deep down you might even like me a little bit.  ❞  her voice is kept low,  ❝  still,  none of that’s gonna stop me from being nosy. you want an answer about what i’m doing here,  fine. but you first.  ❞

He lets himself crack a genuine amused smile, one that only comes from knowing that you know more than your opponent in a game. “Does the CEO know? Of course Harry knows I’m here,” If Eddie had bubblegum, he’d blow a smooth bubble right now just to watch it pop in MJ’s face. “It was his dumbass idea.”

He’s steely at her accusation -- like her? Like her? Like her? 

Yeah, right. (More than he’d ever admit. With emphasis on any part of speech. But Eddie would sooner scale the Empire State Building than say any of that nonsense out loud, so down down down it goes --- ) 

“I’m scheduled for a follow-up interview,” is all that he offers. “Alright? Your turn.”

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vnmblast‌:

@lethalprctector   : ❛ Her sweat seems like it smells like sunshine. ❜

she gets it. kind of. he shouldn’t ever say it out loud to any one else ever,  but she gets it.

❝  shoot your shot. go smell some sweat,  or whatever it is you kids call it these days.  ❞  advice to be taken with a grain of  ( for lack of better analogy ) salt. picking eddie up on bail would brighten up her evening considerably.  ❝  could she do better ? yeah,  probably. but if homegirl is single and you don’t act like a complete fool,  ❞  jess finishes her crappy pep talk with some suggestive noises,  taking this opportunity to change channels from stiffs chatting about local news to  ---  whoa,  was that a whale ? that’s one huge whale.

In an unsurprising turn of events, Eddie regrets saying anything at all to Jess, ever. He groans, the guttural kind of aggravated noise that usually comes with a sibling taking something without asking. He sinks lower into the beanbag chair and half-heartedly tries to get the remote back. The whale’s fine, he guesses. 

“Yeah, but like -- have you ever just -- it’s like...” he flounders, sighs with his palms pressed into his eye sockets. “Okay, have you seen Twilight?” (It’s nothing like Twilight, he thinks, but Eddie’s never been great with metaphors.)

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grdianoftheocean‌:

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Kaldur stared impassively at the large glistening symbiote as it reared its head, teeth barred and tongue flailing. In his left hand, one of his water bearers had converted the water in its hold into a whip, which he easily used to dispatch the last of the gang members present with without looking. 

“You cannot intimidate me into agreeing with your methods. They are, as just demonstrated, excessively brutal and completely unnecessary.”

Okay, maybe roaring and gnashing teeth was a little over-the-top, but hey, it worked, didn’t it? 

The symbiote rolls their shoulders loose and cocks their head to the side to consider the young hero before them. They pass their tongue across their teeth once more for good measure before letting it curl out, a crude mirror of the water whip in his hand. 

“Spoilsport,” they snort, eyes narrowing. “You don’t have to agree. Just stay out of the way.”

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purrfectioniist‌:

❝ AND THAT MAKES ME THE EXCEPTION ? ❞ Eyebrows flicker upwards delicately, holding back on severity for a moment as she tries to figure out of this is something simple or more barbed. After all, this place isn’t exactly The Ritz, but as far as corner bars go it isn’t all bad. And by the looks of things they can at least mix a drink. 

❝  You’re not a bad judge of character then, never did like sand between my toes …  ❞  A tip of her head gives him permission to continue, for how much time she’s not entirely sure —— tip offs were one thing she was always appreciative of cover for and more time she spent at the bar with a good view, THE BETTER. 

“Maybe I’m re-writing my rules,” Eddie shrugs casually. His own drink arrives – an old-fashioned – and he drums his fingers lightly against the glass. “Or maybe I’m just feeling a little generous tonight.” He takes a sip, quickly realizes that he’d rather be drinking a $3 can from the bodega down the street, and presses on.

           “I like to think I’m good at reading people,” he admits, tilting his head to mirror hers. “No, you seem more like you sunbathe by the pool instead. Probably one at the top of a high-rise?”  

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vnmblast‌:

❝  yes.  ❞  come on eduardo,  don’t set her up like that. deadpanned and unmoved by a clear desire to see her GONE is how jessica operates on the daily. in fact,  just for his efforts she’s going to steal one of the tacos out of her trojan horse of a meal.

none of which mattered once their goopy goey friend made their appearance,  all teeth and charm. pinky wraps around exploring tendril,  ❝  careful,  i bite back.  ❞  this was just THEIR LIFE NOW. vaguely dishing and receiving threats from an alien while annoying eddie for her own amusement.  ❝  and something tells me with a little soy sauce to mask the funk,  you’d taste no different from gas station sushi.  ❞

into the fridge she ventures,  grabbing what was mentally owed to her while listening in on the real dietary habits of the duo. no people meat,  no problem. however,  ❝  what ? got another san fran transplant coming over to bug you and rummage through your shit ?  ❞  hand to chest,  mouth half full —  ❝  i’m hurt,  eddie. i thought what we had was special.  ❞

The symbiote laughs from somewhere that was not its floating head – Eddie realizes with some mild horror that it may have actually come from him, in a weird trick of reverse ventriloquism – and purrs playfully, “We’d like to see you try.” (“No, we wouldn’t,” Eddie interjects, though he isn’t convinced either of them are listening.)

Here’s the thing. Eddie doesn’t actually dislike Jess. He just found it super annoying when she appeared unannounced at his earliest inconvenience, tried to empty his pantry with that bottomless pit she called a stomach, and befriended his friends. It was a lot like having another sister, but at least Maria had the decency to call.

Venom doesn’t totally withdraw, just retreats a little to rest on Eddie’s shoulder like a really ugly parrot. Eddie stomps over and leans on the fridge now, blocking Jess from any further access. “You are very special to me, pendeja,” he folds his hands across his heart, as if the gesture would take away from the insult. “I could never replace you – one of you is bad enough as it is.”

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ofroyharper‌:

“Yeah! Hey, that’s pretty cool.” Roy answers the more he thinks about it. He did love the city because it’s home of course. While it wasn’t perfect, he would defend it until he couldn’t speak anymore. “I didn’t always live there. I grew up with a Navajo tribe, but then Oliver Queen ended up adopting me. It’s a long story — but you get the idea.” He waves his hand around in a vague gesture. “I travel for work sometimes, so I’m here in the city for a few weeks.” He admits with a smile still spread over his features.

Roy takes a sip out of his drink, getting comfortable in the booth. The two of them were getting along well enough — so he feels like there’s some potential here for a friendship. “We called ourselves GREAT FROG. It was a stupid name, but hey people showed up to see us play. I miss being in a band sometimes.” He says as he taps his foot against the floor for a moment.

“Almost everyone. My daughter couldn’t be any less interested. I don’t compete, you could say it’s a hobby. I spend too much time on it, make my own arrows from scratch too. I like to stay busy, but competing isn’t a bad idea. My siblings and I all practice archery. It’s like a family thing I guess. I’m great with kids, which always surprised me.”

       Oliver Queen? Adopted? -- Of course, that was just Eddie’s luck. He can feel himself tensing as he fills in the gaps – Roy is worth more than Eddie could possibly comprehend – and does his best not to give himself away. It’s more reflex than anything to get defensive, and it’s not anyone’s fault but Eddie’s.

Sure, he’s been comfortable again these last few months – thankfully the press still pays, and the rent in his building isn’t astronomical, but he can’t help but feel like he’s waiting for someone to pull the threadbare rug out from under his feet again. He drinks his soda til the glass is half empty, nods to indicate he’s still listening.

       A curious eyebrow quirks up at the band name, and a smile cracks at familiarity. “Great Frog? No shit!” And the world gets smaller and smaller. “My sister loved you guys.” He thought about calling her when he gets home later, but he didn’t really feel like telling Maria that he met Roy while he lingered outside a support group meeting – it wasn’t exactly a meet-cute. Maybe he’d come up with a better story later.

       Eddie’s smile softens now as Roy mentions his daughter. Eddie never really considered himself good with kids (or maybe he was too scared to really try – hello old trauma!) but hearing people being sincerely affectionate and protective of their kids warmed his heart. He can feel himself relaxing again now. He did wonder what the hell kind of family does something like archery together, but maybe the short answer was “the wealthy kind”. Or maybe the kind raised in a circus. He shakes his head and rests his chin in his palm, treads into a joke, “Does your daughter prefer swords then? Or is she into those ninja throwing stars?”

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FIRST ANNIVERSARY GROUP CHAT ASK MEME !

                                      * feel free to change pronouns / names as necessary, have fun :) 

[ flips the light switch on and off ] ❛ Welcome to hell! ❜

❛ Maybe it’s in [ young justice voice ] stealth mode ❜

❛ Dick Grayson definitely brags about the elasticity in his cheeks like it’s a fucking accomplishment. ❜

❛ I mostly just want a fucking crushed velvet cloak. ❜

❛ Why would I invite snakes (and apparently tentacles) into my home? ❜

❛ Happy Thorsday and National Coming Out Day from the Lesbian of Thunder. ❜

❛  Thick thighs might save lives but they do not save cost on pants. ❜

❛ No, I want to be insulted in ways that won’t hurt because I don’t understand. ❜

❛ And then the lord said ‘this bitch empty’ and it was yeet, ❜

❛  He looks like he belongs in a boyband of dads. ❜

❛ Me : senses witchiness and appears ❜

❛ Bucky Barnes is a punk bitch! ❜

❛  'Shame About the Films’ …. title of my sex … tape? ❜

❛ Actually I guess everyone just looks like a twink next to Thor. ❜

❛ Team of momfriends! ❜

❛ I refuse to believe he’s taller than me though, I could stuff that nerd in my pocket. ❜

❛ I can’t believe I’m about to explain a meme. ❜

❛ So that’s like getting crowned prom king at home school. ❜

❛ All Thor thighs are inherently thunder thighs. ❜

❛ Donna and the Dynamos are all lesbians. ❜

❛ 'Mad Puppeteering and Dark Comedy’, title of my sex tape. ❜

❛  WHAT IF FRANK CASTLE HAD A SMALL DICK? ❜

❛  THE WACKY TOBBACKY! ❜

❛  Carol Danvers is a lesbian because straight girls don’t have mohawks that’s just the facts. ❜

❛  I love boys with jaws that can cut me really. ❜

❛ YOU CAN’T STEAL A HUMAN BEING THROUGH THE INTERNET. ❜

❛ I’m the writing parent. ❜

❛ Hello it me Tany Stank. ❜

❛ Which is ironic, 'cause you know Clark dorkass Kent has put his face through a Captain America face thing at a state fair before. ❜

❛ I can’t believe the Top Ten Green Lanterns are 40 people tied for second place behind Ch'p. ❜

❛ I’ve never heard anyone talk about Micky Rourke that way. ❜

❛ I don’t even care I’d shag that rug. ❜

❛ Me, dying : get Avril on the horn ❜

❛ And my mom goes, “she had the widest face in her village”. ❜

❛ I’d get in there like it was a shrimp burrito. ❜

❛ MAYBE YOU AREN’T AS BIG OF A 'NICE FETUS’ AS YOU THINK YOU ARE. ❜

❛ I’m a simple gal. I see m&ms, I shove them in my face with inhuman speed. ❜

❛ This dude on the bus is loudly bragging to the bus driver about how good his cell phone number is. ❜

❛ I almost punched a kid who was trick or treating as ghostface. ❜

❛ I can’t keep up with the skinny lesbian icons. ❜

❛ TWO EYED FURY! ❜

❛ Don’t look at me garbage man!! ❜

❛ WHY IS MY GYM BLASTING THE MAIN THEME FROM FAST AND FURIOUS TOKYO DRIFT? ❜

❛ These arms are strong so I can hug more people. ❜

❛ Hot Cotton Candy Cancer. ❜

[ sings ‘Always a Woman’ off key about ____ ]

❛ Right now I am fueled with unbridled hatred of men so I only see them as objects. If they’re not hot they’re useless to me. ❜

❛ His sweat seems like it smells like sunshine. ❜

❛ Well I, for one, am relieved this had nothing to do with prostates for once. ❜

❛ I’ll cry don’t TEASE ME! ❜

❛ Which you would know, if you were a FAN! ❜

❛ Me @ Spotify : stop trying to make me listen to Post Malone ❜

❛ What are they gonna do send tabloids into the ocean? ❜

❛ It mostly sums up as Mamma Mia is gay we’re all gay making worbla armor sucks and Michelle Williams wig sucks ❜

❛ Booty call and butt dial are like. technical homonyms. ❜

❛ Good morning ya bitch is Especially Salty this Morning about Thor’s magic raccoon butthole eye ❜

❛ On this episode of winter soldier : into the wild ❜

❛ GET IN BICHES WE’RE GOING TO LIVE LONG AND PROSPER ❜

❛ Mom said it’s my turn to be hit by the space rock ❜

❛ I just wanted to make sure that Bucky was disaster baby ❜

❛ What are they gonna do send tabloids into the ocean? ❜

❛ Cities sure are chock-full of clowns for places where circuses don’t pass through anymore ❜

❛ Alexa, play Pony by Ginuwine ❜

❛ They love ducks but hated women ❜

❛ I gave my DNA to those sites but that’s only because I need it to win arguments ❜

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Venom + 😛😛😛

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ofarrcws‌:

“no - I’m SORRY. i’m not laughing at you i’m laughing with you,” kate does her best to swallow her smile. she’s only mildly successful. “you have to admit - it was FUNNY.”

The one time he bothers to get some fresh produce and the bag catches on the corner of the rail, sending fruit tumbling down the stairs. (At least he caught the mango, but the oranges now mocked him from as far as the second-floor landing.) And to top it all off, he had an audience. Great way to start the day, Eddie. Real winner. He raises an eyebrow at her from a dozen steps above, the faintest hint of amusement he’ll allow himself right now. “I’ll give you a dollar if you don’t tell anyone, and another one if you help me pick these up.”

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* CHARACTER STUDY / TWENTY ASSOCIATIONS

ANIMAL - a black cat COLOR - electric purple SEASON - winter SONG - JOYRIDING* NUMBER - 13 TIME OF DAY - midnight PLANT - cactus SCENT - palo santo FOOD - pickle ice cream ASTROLOGICAL SIGN - aquarius sun / scorpio moon / sagittarius rising ELEMENT - mercury IMAGE - by chad greiter EMOTION - longing ITEM OF CLOTHING - a leather jacket QUOTE - 

“There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.”

SOUND - a motorcycle engine idling FEAR - falling STRENGTH - stealth BOOK - frankenstein  BAD HABIT - assuming the worst

*blood tw for the music video!

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ailesdefaucon‌:

[     TEXT ; (XXX) XXX-XXXX     ]     I’m regretting this already.

But that doesn’t mean he skips out. Because with Steve’s blessing and some kind of hare brained notion that getting to say his piece might actually make a difference, Sam shows up     ——     sunglasses and baseball cap firmly in place.

❝     Hey, man.     ❞     He holds out a hand.     

He had no doubts that Sam would show – you probably didn’t get to run around with the likes of Captain America by bowing out of a challenge. “Hey. Glad you made it,” Eddie accepts the hand with a confident, polite shake. He holds back a “nice shades” and offers a “right this way,” instead, leading him inside and making sure the door is locked behind them. 

Tucked away into a far corner of the bar, Eddie takes the seat in line with the door – the other chair is angled perfectly against a half-wall that hides it from anyone going in or out of the small place. Not that they’ll have to worry about it – Eddie knows the owner from undergrad and paid her to let them use the space for a few hours before opening for the night. (Eddie may have also had to offer to do some manual labor around the place, but Sam doesn’t need to know that.)

Two glasses of ice and a pitcher of water wait on the table for them, along with Eddie’s notepad and recorder. Eddie pours a glass for Sam first. “So, before we go on the record – do you have any rules you need me to know about?”

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They were finally getting used to New York again, they agreed as they leapt from building to building. Eddie’s fear of heights was quieted down to a dull ache with the help of the symbiote, something traded for adrenaline and excitement. He still feels the stomach drop that comes with the free fall as they spring from the roof of an empty twelve-story to a six, landing in a somersault and rolling into the shadows.

Their lead had, well, led them here now – a spike in mild gang activity with some of the local youth, whispers of a brawl in the parking lot tonight. Eddie had hoped that if they stuck around long enough he could get a good story – and what was a better headline than “rival gangs call truce after monster sighting.” If outreach projects couldn’t get to these kids, then maybe scaring the shit out of them with a lot of teeth would at least keep them inside after dark.

Venom crawls across the roof, catches sight of another shadow poised in the corner. If it’s one of the punks from the ground, they could send the kid down first and have both sides packed up in five, six minutes. They approach, careful not to rise to full-size and tip off the kids downstairs. Bright eyes and sharp teeth glisten in the orange glow of the city lights.

“Excuse us – is this rooftop taken?” 

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