#lethalitisms

[nightmdic]

"Well, this is - not something I see everyday..."

@lethalitisms

[localwebslingers]

@lethalitisms has... SIX unread messages from an unknown number? (dice roll: NAT20!!!)

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[🦈 8:47pm]: hi so this is going to seem really out of nowhere

[🦈 8:47pm]: because it is, I admit that

[🦈 8:48pm]: but I just stopped a robbery at this super fancy looking bakery in Chelsea and they gave me like

[🦈 8:48pm]: two of everything to thank me for it I'm not kidding so

[🦈 8:48pm]: you hungry? I'm up top at the corner of Madison Ave

[🦈 8:49pm]: seriously you guys want 'em half of these are yours

[serialvx00100000]

@lethalitisms

∞ "Whoa there big... guy? Are you a human? Well I can't say I've seen any humans with teeth that are that sharp. They might be as sharp as mine." The glowing eyes on V's facial display squinted as she leaned forward while looking up in this man all dressed in black.

"I can't deny that you're kind of rocking the look though. I have a friend that'd probably go crazy seeing someone like you." Uzi would probably be into that kind of thing, right?

[archcr]

THIS IS A FEVER DREAM . no other explanation possible . . . try as he might ( and he's trying alright . so damn hard his brain feels like it's about to implode ) he can't think of any real life scenario that would have left him stranded here . on a rooftop . enjoying the night breeze . with a known lunatic sitting next to him . frankly , Clint is still convinced that Brock deserved the scolding by Spider - Man more for ' making a ruckus in the middle of the night ' , but for some nonsensical reason he feels just as guilty . and infinitely more stupid .

it's weird . like being told off by a grandparent . and Clint wouldn't even know 'cos he never had any grandparents to begin with . he's gotta admit though - it is kinda peaceful up here .

❛  it’s nice , both of us being alive at the same time   ❜

" uhm . " fever dream . no other explanation . that or @lethalitisms had hit his head without Clint noticing . " I guess ? " because what else can one say when one of the MIB's most wanteds starts waxing romance on a godforsaken rooftop ? and why does this feel like the exact kind of situation Clint may just find himself in ? unless Eddie is talking about himself and alien flubber - which would make infinitely more sense and all of this even more awkward .

" so . . . how've things been goin' lately for you and - ? " Clint vaguely waves a finger at all of Brock .

[kleinstar]

@lethalitisms

Eiden's got a talent in getting along with people and it seems like detention center's no exception. Who would want to be alone in a place like this anyway. Eiden has no business in coming easy target for bullying or whatever else they might be up to in here. Numbers are safety and so on....

But it might not be so easy with your cellmate huh?

Eiden sighs. Guess he'll just have to make more friends...? Or let them be. Whichever works the best he supposes. Nervously he waits as the guards open the door.

" ... he's out? "

Guard shrugs stepping out before he double locks the door.

What kind of attitude is that?! Aren't you the guard here?!

Eiden sighs tossing himself to the bed, hands under his head. The silence after some noisy chatter in the canteen feels strange but... He might have to get used to it for now... Or at least til the trial is over anyway....

How come these things always happen to me...?

It's not a long time spent on sulking when the doors opened again - pretty quick too, sending Eiden to seat up as his cellmate is brought over.

[ostentumm]

@lethalitisms

Someone Oliver recognizes, but then...there's this strange feeling of no, I've never met this person in my life. Large mutant hand clutches tightly onto the railing he's sat on. He doesn't mean to grab it so tight, but...

515--no, Oliver is still learning. He's still learning the ropes of the world OUTSIDE. He's really taken a step out and into a whole new world.

Hope the man below doesn't mind being WATCHED.

[occultacarne]

@lethalitisms

Certainly, Crimson Lane has to be one of Sebastian's most frequent places on the entire island. Sure, he has his likes, but nothing beats the Crimson Lane's desires, selfishness, and crimes. Sebastian has always been drawn to it. It's what he is, after all. Tonight, he lounges in one of the many bars that Crimson Lane has to offer and golden eyes scrutinize his surroundings for potential victims for the night.

It isn't the many heartbeats that are throbbing in the night that catch his attention or the smell of someone's blood having been spilled from a punch to the face for something they had said, but the presence of a blond male sitting just a few barstools down away from him. His presence DRAWS him out of everyone in this room. However, not only that, but the scent he catches from this man is, to say the least, intriguing.

"You stick out."

Even through the loudness of the bar, his voice travels like a bass. Though, it doesn't seem anyone else has heard. His words were only directed toward the male who captured his interest, after all.

[bitemedotmp3]

❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜

"How the hell do you not know about Cowboy Bebop?" says Uzi, staring at Eddie like he's the biggest robo-goddamn idiot in the entirety of Spirale. "Everyone knows Cowboy Bebop. Next you're gonna say you don't know about Mobile Suit Gundam."

The man rolls his eyes, searching for the limits of his patience. "Your frame of reference isn't universal, kid."

"Oh my robo-god, he doesn't know about Gundam. What about Naruto. One Piece? Pokemon?"

"I know Pokemon," says Eddie, feeling mildly defensive.

"Okay, well, bar's on the ground there," she sighs. "Listen, anime is- It's huge! Even where I come from, when all the humans are dead, we still like anime! And here, you literally have anime characters walking around! Fictional characters come to life!"

Eddie runs his hand through his hair, sighing. "Okay, I get it, that's interesting, but it's normal for here. You get that, right?"

"Did you know Hawks killed someone in his series?"

Eddie almost writes that down in his notebook out of habit. "Okay, that's- what the fuck? You can't just drop things like that without warning. And also, it's kind of... Does it matter? If it happened in his world, what do we care? He's not still doing it, probably."

It's... interesting, though. He'd never pegged Hawks as a killer, but sometimes you never know what a guy might be hiding. Eddie himself is proof of that. But he won't go spreading things like that without proof, or without a good reason.

"You ever wonder if you might be like that?" says Uzi?

"A killer?"

"No, I don't care about that. Fictional! What if everyone here is from some fictional property?!" says Uzi, rising to stand on her chair. "Video games, movies, anime, comic books, well-animated webseries? We already know this place is probably some kind of big simulation, so-"

"Stop, stop, stop," says Eddie, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Now you're on something totally different. And who's this 'we' you're talking about, I haven't met anyone else saying that."

Uzi just gives him a smug smile. "Well, most people aren't as smart as I am."

"You're just a kid-"

"Teenager!"

"Which is still a kid. And you think you've got everything figured out. I get it. But lemme ask you, Uzi. If all this stuff you're saying is true, and-"

He sighs for a moment, not wanting to come down on her too harshly but also not lend credence to her theories, no matter how interesting they sound. Kids are difficult.

"-And I'm not saying it is! But even if this isn't real, who cares? As in, how does that change anything for us? We're still stuck here, and we're still... still us. You get what I'm saying?"

Uzi deflates just a little bit, rolling her eyes and falling back in her seat. She's not deterred, not completely, but it does kind of suck to be shut down like that.

"'Cuz if we understand it better, then we can use it to our advantage," she says. "If this is all programming, then there's a way to utilize that, right? I mean, I am programming, so if I had access to some code, I could... make things better, maybe!"

Eddie shrugs. "Or maybe they pull the plug on everything if we get too unruly. There's too many unknowns, and not a lot we can do about it with the stuff we do know. But I appreciate you sharing this stuff with me, really. It's... it's interesting."

"You don't believe me" Uzi grumbles.

"I don't not believe you,' says Eddie. "But it's not a bad thing to be skeptical, in my line of work."

"Near proof that we got thrown into some kind of digital toybox and he's skeptical. Figures." Uzi sighs and readjusts her microphone, swiveling the arm closer to her face. "Well, I'm not gonna put any of this in the podcast, anyways. Wouldn't be super interesting to listen to."

"You did kind of go off on a tangent there, I thought you were talking about what happened during the zombie apocalypse thing."

"It's whatever. I'm a pro at editing. Oh, uh, nearly forgot. Here, my roommate said to give this to you."

Uzi reaches under her recording table and slides a small brown package over to the man. Eddie cock a brow as he picks it up.

"A chocolate bar?"

Uzi shrugs. "V said it was for you. I didn't even know you guys met, but whatever."

And he didn't know if she'd actually connected the dots or not. Well, his other half appreciates the gesture, at least.

"Nice of her," he says, tucking it away into his pocket. "Let's get back on track, I guess. You were saying something about almost dying?"

"Oh, yeah! So, like, I heard that the respawn system went offline while all this stuff was happening, and everyone's powers got weaker and weaker too. So my regen was kind of crapping out, and then I got trapped in a train station with V, and then a bunch of glitched came out..."

Eddie lets her ramble for a bit, not having much else to add to the conversation. Turns out he wasn't even here for the glitched thing, so it's interesting to hear her firsthand account.

...Did Hawks really kill someone, though? He still can't wrap his head around that one.

[outstarred]

There was at least one thing the outlaw was sure of.

This place wasn't Klyntar. And yet, despite not being Klyntar, Peter wasn't sure what he was looking at. It looked like a symbiote, acted like a symbiote, hell it even smelled like one, but he was positive at this point that this place, wherever it was, wasn't Klyntar.

So how did a symbiote get here?

Presumably, the same way he did, so maybe it had some answers, but he needed to play it safe.

Peter kept his back pressed against the wall of an alley, the symbiote around the corner. His brow was very powerfully quirked at the entire situation. His hands instinctively go to his sides where his blasters would typically be, and he lets out a silent curse as he tips his head back and groans, remembering that no, he did not have those anymore.

Well, he had them back home, on Earth. Stashed in a shoebox under his bed, totally safe. Whatever brought him here didn't think to give him that. He sighs as he raises a hand to scratch behind his ear and much to his surprise, his helmet appears over his head! Okay, so that made it here, that's something!

He keeps it on, slinking around the corner, hands at the ready to god, he doesn't know, fist fight this big meaty blob of alien goo if it comes down to it...

"Hey! I got some questions for you!"

@lethalitisms

[isolaradiale]

Reapping Eddie Brock & the Venom symbiote from Marvel 616! All things should still be where I left them <3

Welcome back to spooky Isola Radiale, Eddie and Venom!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 202.

You will retain everything from your previous stay.

REMINDER: Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make two eligible in-character posts or your character will be considered inactive once more.

Enjoy your captivity! :)

– andromeda ☆

[thegreatfraud]

@lethalitisms

It have to be for money. Huey refuse to work on a nonprofit driven way......it's mostly to remind himself he not a hero or some kind of lethal protector....he just like any merc and crook in the city.

And in return for that money. Huey do all sort of odd jobs. Like.....dealing with weirdo and creeps as he got a message warning him of something spotted around the neighbor hood.

Bah fairy tails. He have some loser stalker he need to scare.

"Rightttt. Your telling me the boys have spotted this big black.....some sort of SPIDER man running around the roof. Let me guess. He have razor sharp teeth and eat brains. Honestly you lot need to stop drinking that home made brandy. It's making you lot see things."

Huey job simply.....full force persuration with a sledge hammer or a gun as he FUNNY enough don't seem to notice one thing

His men fucked up a digit or two AND......he in the wrong apartment.

And he about to break into the wrong person house.

"FREEZE! YOU LIKE CREEPING ON GIRL HUH PU-........"

Oh he not in the wrong house.....and he just broke this man door with a gun drawn as he quickly put the gun back and apologize

"Oh this is the wrong place huh? I'M SO SORRY!"

[ellysiland]

lore—ley was being dragged around by MANTY again but honestly?? the hydro—allogene didn't care. MANTY seemed happy with whatever it was doing, seemed excited to drag her somewhere. and who was she to stop them?? ⁽ probably, as a creature tied to her sinner powers, it knew that it wasn't meant to be here at this moment and was making up for time lost ⁾ ❝ manty, slow down!! wherever you want me to go, will still be there. you shouldn't rush!! ❞

flickers of feelings, of emojis flashed through her mind, a response from the manta—ray ⁽ glee urgency fun fun puppy now ⁾ which caused the girl to laugh. where did the puppy come from?? was it cabbage?? ❝ oh wait, manty!! ❞ shoot, with her mind set to deciphering her companion's messages, lore—ley almost missed it slamming it's body against @lethalitisms , dousing the poor man in water.

[hydrofloraison]

@lethalitisms

💧 This city was full of strange folk, but Prosecutor Furina had lived here long enough by this point to more or less have become accustomed to it. But why was this man just staring off into space like that? He was blocking the way, whether he realized it or not.

But the woman had just the thing for that! She opened her briefcase and pulled out a medium sized water fun; fully loaded. And she shot him with it in the face. It shouldn't have soaked him, but it definitely would have snapped him out of it.

"Helloooo! Earth to whoever you are? The stairs are right behind you. What if a monsieur or mademoiselle needed to pass?"

[beforemeteor]

@lethalitisms liked for a starter

Sephiroth liked people watching. It gave him intel on others without him having to actually talk to them. He suppose it also helped he was using it as an excuse to eat some ice cream he bought. His guardian wasn't around to stop him and there were no pesky turks to report back to said guardian. He couldn't help but take advantage of the opportunity and the sugar would be gone by the time he had to go in for testing.

It was the perfect crime. Or, it was until he turned a corner and accidentally bumped into a civilian. He looked down at his ice cream gone from the cone and on to the man's shirt.

Of course. He should have realized he'd be punished for straying from his diet. "Sorry, I didn't see you," He apologized to the man, holding out the napkin he had been using to keep his own hands clean. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing.

[hollowfaith]

✎

send me a "✎" and ill draw your muse

sorry this took longer bc i don’t know how to draw comic book style hahaha

[iobartach]

@lethalitisms asked; "People are strange when you're a stranger."

"Isn't that for the be͝s͏t̸?" To isolate and be alone, cut off from all sources of aid. From outsiders that he knew would take issue with his current arrangement, sharing space with an alien lifeform that he hardly knew anything about. But, as was always the case when his ruminations strayed too far in a given direction for his quiet passenger's liking, a prickle against the base of his skull saw him disregard the thought. Redirect his focus along a different route.

And to an uncannily familiar face.

"Those same people... would have much to say about u̴s̡." Making reference to each manifested symbiote and their host, Miguel in this state was a sight for sore eyes. Cues had been taken from his costume that inspired the monstrous form he was found in, a navy-blue goliath with red tendrils coiled around his upper limbs and spikes poking out of his calf muscles and forearms. When combined, such hellish features rendered him almost unrecognisable for anyone without a passing knowledge of the malformed crimson spider emblem emblazoned upon his chest.

"Don't you AGRE҉E?"