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🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  nothing's going to happen to us, right?  ❜ ❛  i'm ... scared.  ❜ ❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜ ❛  did i ever tell you i'm actually terrified of [the dark / heights / spiders / etc.]?  ❜ ❛  you hear me? we're not going to die today!  ❜ ❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜ ❛  i really, really don't like this.  ❜ ❛  we're completely alone here, nothing's going to happen to us.  ❜ ❛  this place has been abandoned for centuries.  ❜ ❛  whatever happens, keep the lights on.  ❜ ❛  you're not scared, are you?  ❜ ❛  this is like straight out of my worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  what are you afraid?  ❜ ❛  what was that?!  ❜ ❛  see, i told you there's nothing to be afraid of.  ❜ ❛  go on, no one will hear your screams.  ❜ ❛  it was a foolish idea to come here alone.  ❜ ❛  no one is going to save you now.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  you really think you can run from me?  ❜ ❛  it's a shame i'll have to kill you when we're done with this.  ❜ ❛  want to make a deal with the devil?  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of you. not anymore.  ❜ ❛  there are figures hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike.  ❜ ❛  this wasn't so bad now, was it?  ❜ ❛  what could possibly go wrong - it's just an old abandoned meaning, it doesn't mean it's haunted, right?  ❜ ❛  face it, we won't make it out of here alive.  ❜ ❛  i'll even give you a choice - it's either you or them. who's going to die tonight?  ❜ ❛  i will haunt you for the rest of your days.  ❜ ❛  don't scream, it will only make this worse.  ❜ ❛  you look so pretty when you're scared of me.  ❜ ❛  i won't kill you ... yet.  ❜ ❛  ghosts and monsters aren't real.  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of anything!  ❜ ❛  you! you're sick! you sent me here to die, didn't you?  ❜ ❛  close your eyes. it'll make it easier if you don't see it coming.  ❜ ❛  no matter where you hide, i'll always find you. so you better give up now.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  it's only over when i say it is.  ❜

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Cool Spawn blog! My only exposure to the character was the film and a little bit of the hbo animated show but I am really digging your overall take.

Hey, hey, I'm glad your digging my portrayal! Its always nice to encounter someone in the wild that is aware of my muse's existence. I watched the hbo animated series years ago, and I'm trying to get back into the comics due to mortal kombat having him as a guest character. I was always stunned whenever I come onto the RPC and I never seen a Spawn blog out in the wild when it came to comic muses. So here I am.

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He smirks, he could tell this...pale alien was sizing him up from head to toe. Trying to get a proper read on him, something that Spawn would do if he was him--hell--it WAS something that he was already doing since the moment they crossed paths. Great minds do think alike in this regard--a fellow warrior--a soldier considering when or where to pick his battles. But alas, the grinning stops when Lobo references Spawn's former boss. That giggling prick--Malebolgia. The fucker that did...THIS to him.

The green eyes fixate onto the cigar smoking, goth looking beast like a Smith and Wesson complete with laser sights. Ready to kill if need be.

"So...you know of Malebogia huh, Lobo? Hope you at least shot the fuck in the mouth during that lil meet up. I'd be severely disappointed if you didn't."

"I could ask you the same question. If I look like I'm going to a concert--then you would be the front man of a black metal band." His crimson shroud swirled around his body like a sentient vortex--acting like extra appendages--lowering the hellspawn onto the ground. The stranger's skin was far too pale to be normal flesh, and his eyes were as crimson as blood. He could feel this man was...alien. Neither mortal, nor angel, nor devil.

"I'm known around these parts as Spawn. And just for the record--I didn't choose the name. What about you?"

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"Who.. are you?" Peregrine stood on the rooftop of the Red Light District. She had to hold back her nerves at the figure in front of her. Gotham's rogues didn't really phase her, but Spawn did. Maybe it was the glowing green eyes staring at her.

A silhouette of obsidian black, surrounded by a crimson vortex of fabric materialized out of the dark. Silent was the massive figure looming over the petite woman, sporting a stern looking acidic green gaze--staring directly at her. Scowling as if he had been terribly disturbed from a slumber--or an intruder dare step onto his turf. If looks could kill, this Hellspawn's appearance would be a double murder. Straight homicide. He could practically smell the sense of unease ooze through her perfect pores, hands shaky--sweaty even. The question she should have really been asking was...what was he?

Spawn leans down, eyes locking onto the strange woman. His face in front of her's--a little too close for comfort for the one who stumbled into his neck of the woods. Or rather...rooftop. But he wanted it that way, wanted this young dame to take a good look at who she was barging in on. Maybe she'd think twice before walking alone in the dead of night. It ain't safe to talk to strange men after all. Albert thought.

"A damn Nightmare. I'd ask you the same--but I don't give much of a damn as to who or what you are. You shouldn't be out here--it ain't safe." The Hellspawn's voice was low, and rough, the sound of a man that seen his fair share of suffering. Who's experienced enough death for a lifetime and the boredom that comes with immortality.

"Run along."

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Greg Capullo

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Spawn (1997) dir. Mark A.Z. Dippé

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"Hey Beavis, this guy seems cool, uh huh huh huh huh."

"Yeah! Super cool! Heh heh heh heh!" "We should ask him how we can get that cool outfit."

"Great idea! He can also help us score chicks!"

He glares, already annoyed by the pair of giggling idiot teenagers that managed to spot him in his alley. These boys could be no older than seventeen, terribly out of their depths and minds if they thought being here was a good idea. But by the way they spoke, Spawn doubted these kids have any thoughts in their heads besides girls.

"The only way you can get an outfit like mine is if you have a death wish kid. Now get lost--I know you boys have homework to do."

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"I could ask you the same question. If I look like I'm going to a concert--then you would be the front man of a black metal band." His crimson shroud swirled around his body like a sentient vortex--acting like extra appendages--lowering the hellspawn onto the ground. The stranger's skin was far too pale to be normal flesh, and his eyes were as crimson as blood. He could feel this man was...alien. Neither mortal, nor angel, nor devil.

"I'm known around these parts as Spawn. And just for the record--I didn't choose the name. What about you?"

@unholy-spawned sent: " You are one ugly looking mime. "

Lobo spun around, brandishing his meat-hook and scanning the shadows. He smelled the stranger coming, but the bastich still managed to get the drop on him! At first he suspected it was the Bat trying his luck against him, but he quickly realized he was mistaken. This wasn't some human running around wearing a fruity outfit...

"Naaah, I talk too damn much ta be a mime!" He finally locked in on the stranger, piercing red eyes meeting green. His nostrils flared. "Ya look like yer late fer a concert...but ya smell like a corpse." He breathed in, smiling. "A burnt corpse ta be exact. Just who th' frag are you anyways, bright eyes?"

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Eye twitches.

" You make it sound like I'm someone's bitch and I don't like that Pinky. "

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❝ so it was your Sir. ❞

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❝ the skull codpiece was certainly a CHOICE . . . likely one made blind, or was it Sir that decided to lock it up behind chains a skull ? ❞

"Believe it or not I didn't choose to look like this..."

Hell had a funny way of changing folks, some burned in eternal fire, some tortured--ripped limb from rotten limb. But Simmons...he was reborn. The rotting corpse in army fatigues was transformed into...this after his untimely demise.

"It's just how I woke up." Believe it or not.

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@sillyjokes cont'd from here

"Don't play coy with me clown I known DAMN well who you are. Hell everyone and their mamma has heard of you Joker." An eternal scowl claimed the ectoplasmic green eyes of the man formerly known as Albert Simmons. He snatched his cape back into his hands from the grinning madman's grip--the nerve of this guy putting his grubby fingers where they don't belong.

"Me...scared of you? Don't make me laugh."

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The presence of the massive seven-foot hell creature has definitely caught the attention of six-foot-six cloaked bomberman.

The bomberman had both of his electrical optics looking up at the green eyes, then he slowly moved his eyes down to take an overall look of this hell creature.

"You are quite... Fascinating... By the look of your appearance..."

// From the mun: I'm glad to see you back! I didn't expect you would come back to this blog!

Well, well, well if only Simmons had a dime for every time someone complimented his new form of rebirth--he'd be Bruce Wayne rich right about now. The man turned creature, baptized in Hell's pit lunges from his perch--a gargoyle-- to greet the stranger. At least he wasn't the only thing out of place in this alley. The hellspawn observed this talking robot. Cautious but curious.

"So what the hell you're supposed to be? The damn terminator?"