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The sight of Sierra's head lolling about her shoulders as she regained consciousness brought Them neither joy nor gleeful anticipation. If anything, it only brought Them a sense of dread, because They'd yet to determine precisely what They were going to do with her. Were she someone unknown to Them, some random bounty hunter looking to cash in on Them, the answer would be clear.
But not after six months. Six months, Eddie had spent with Sierra… easing into something almost approaching normal. Maybe not exactly domestic -- nothing she'd ever done in that time had indicated she would settle for any sort of traditional "housewife" role, and he would have been totally fine with that -- but something.
She'd been the one to approach him. Smile. Make conversation. Ask what had brought him to San Francisco… and if he'd be interested in showing her around. And the next memory was of him inviting her out to dinner, to which she'd gleefully inquired what took him so long to ask.
All so she could ease in for the kill?
She used Eddie's name to make her otherwise unuttered plea for mercy. That, in itself, bore significance that would have been hard to define in the moment. Obviously she knew all about Eddie's alter ego, and perhaps it was just as obvious to her that asking Venom for mercy was about as effective as asking it from most of Their deranged offspring. She could only appeal to the human part of Them.
Venom loomed over Sierra, Their imposing body an inky black blot that was somehow darker than the deepest shadows of the room -- save for the silver spider emblazoned across Their chest… and, of course, Their gleaming moonlight eyes and maw of razor-sharp teeth. A huge black hand reached out and settled atop her head, the tips of Their talons finding the base of her skull through her hair. An unspoken threat hung in the heavy air between them.
Those ragged white eyes narrowed at her, and what was already a rictus grin widened to a near-impossible degree. It was more a grimace than a smile, the closest to a sneer Venom was able to approximate.
"Can you, now."
The voice that rumbled forth from Their barrel chest was not merely Eddie's, but Eddie's entangled with something visceral. Primordial. A subharmonic echo of the Big Bang, heightened in volume just enough to impart the snarl of a titan. There could be no mistaking that while Eddie accepted that he was human, Venom considered Themself nothing less than a force of nature.
Venom brought Their fanged face in close to Sierra's. Eddie didn't dare reveal his visage to her without the cover of his Other to enshroud him, not if her goal was to kill him… and only one of Them was bulletproof. Besides, he wasn't entirely sure he could take facing her like this without some sort of barrier between them both.
"You can explain your vast range of personal style, your acumen with language. You can explain your virtually limitless access to money. You might even explain the octuple-protection on your laptop. But the sonic weaponry hidden in the bench of your car? And a dark-web burner phone to go with it? Those will require more than mere explanation."
The talons bit into her skin, not enough to pierce just yet… but enough to send a message. There were about a dozen different ways They could slip up in this moment and put an abrupt end to...
This.
Not yet. Just... not yet.
They weren't about to let her know there wasn't a united front standing before her now, with her life literally in Their hands. Eddie still needed answers -- and his Other, no matter how He might disagree, would not act without consensus.
"They say that everyone bites their partner's head off now and again." Venom tilted Their head as They stared at her face. "Few mean it literally. Get Our point?"
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme... beauty and the beast.
The song wasn't playing through any sound system, nor had Eddie and Sierra actually yet taken the time to watch the movie together -- despite the many movie dates they'd had by now, watching their way through the Disney catalog.
But in this moment, as Venom was deploying black pseudo-webbing to secure the unconscious blonde to the chair, it was the song playing through Their mind.
What did They intend to do? Even They weren't sure. They could kill her, They supposed. In a way, maybe it would be a mercy. Whomever had hired her had not offered chump change for Their head. It was enough that if it had been a bounty on one of Spider-Man's other foes, Venom would have gladly devoted six months of Their life to collect. (Though They probably wouldn't have gone to the fuss and bother of trying to date that rogue beforehand.)
The symbiote whispered His hunger to Eddie, and Their prehensile tongue slavered out and wagged through the air in anticipation. But Eddie was not in agreement about eating her head. They were owed an explanation. And They couldn't have that if she was dead.
With her arms legs, and waist firmly webbed to the structure of the chair (she may as well have been chained), They stood to Their full height and began to pace back and forth... half anxiety, half anger.
There was a lot to answer for.
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Sierra had been back and forth about coming out and telling Eddie the truth for a couple of weeks now, but still hadn’t found the right way to tell him. How does one tell someone, hey by the way I was sent to kill you and the symbiote living inside you, but somewhere along the line I actually started to fall for you? That didn’t seem like that conversation would go well no matter how she phrased it. So she put it off, and put it off. Clearly way too long from her current situation.
The blonde slowly started to come too, her head throbbing from the impact she wasn’t entirely sure she could remember happening. It did not take her long to realize she was being restrained, her first instinct being to pull against whatever was holding her against the hard wooden chair. Taking a few slow blinks before she was able to see without the blurring of her vision and recognize the site in front of her. It wasn’t ropes holding her down, though she probably should have known just from the way the webbing felt against her skin.
The hunter didn’t have to ask, she knew this wasn’t like any other time she’d been restrained by Eddie. No…he knew, fuck, how did he know? “Eddie…” she breathed her voice having a slight shake to it. She was sure he was pissed, she was sure they both were. She hadn’t wanted to hurt him… okay maybe initially that had absolutely been the intention but not now.
“Please, let me explain, I can explain”
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YOUR MUSES HOBBIES.
reblog & bold whichever applies to your muse !
fishing | camping | sewing | singing | dancing | drawing | painting | baking | cooking | making music | gardening | mixology | playing sports | beekeeping | knitting | chess | video games | working out | yoga | playing an instrument | collecting things | hiking | parkour | kite flying | making bread | origami | wood carving | trivia | board games | jigsaw puzzles | juggling | swimming | creative writing | journaling | scrapbooking | thrifting | doing makeup | working on cars | cosplaying | wikipedia editing | genealogy | book club | table tennis | calligraphy | meteorology | astronomy | larping | geocaching | photography | reading | litter picking | scrolling through social media | watching movies / shows | witchcraft | pottery | lego building | ghost hunting | graffiti | poker | people watching | birdwatching | surfing | volunteering | protesting | charitable events | true crime .
Eddie can't deny that his first true love was games. Games have structure and rules. Board games are phenomenal teaching tools, and video games after them are an extension of the same, but many are a one-to-one connection with a singular player, allowing for better immersion. Many games afford all players the same spread of resources and the same opportunities to earn more, regardless of circumstance -- and having grown up in a low-income household alongside classmates who were even less fortunate, Eddie favors equal opportunity. He played American football in high school and earned a scholarship to play in college. While that sport in particular does engage in strenuous physical contact, outright attacking players is typically prohibited and severely punished when it happens.
But unless you know Eddie very well, he will vehemently deny that his love for all of the factors described above is derived directly from his formative experiences with his father sperm donor.
As an adult caught up in the exponential advancement of media technology, Eddie is very interested in the applications, pros, and cons of social media, as well as the observation of people engaging with it -- sometimes to the detriment of their attachment to reality surrounding them.
Eddie is a watcher. He watches people, he watches TV (yes, his interest in true crime is a particular pique especially after his various run-ins with both the law and breakers of it)... and he watches the sky. This last was less an interest of his before he met his Other. Now he looks up and wonders what would be awaiting Them there if They ever chose to leave this island Earth. Would it be friendly? Would it be fatal?
Knowing that nameless wonders and horrors alike swim through that sea of stars, he finds it so incredibly silly and pointless that humanity has the gall to try to eat itself in the name of greed, cloaked in a false veneer of competition. And he realizes that his voice alone will almost certainly not alter the flow of time or fate... but he'll join it with other voices who are perhaps more optimistic than he. If the world turns, or doesn't, on the strength of a few words, then he'll write and shout as many as he can until he finds the right ones.
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tangleweave · 3 days
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// I'm home from vacation. Need a day or two to decompress. The Baltimore bridge collapse happened just hours before my flight home -- out of Baltimore. I saw the ship and the wreckage from overhead as we flew out. Crazy shit.
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As Eddie is caught up in the midst of discussing with his Other half exactly what They intend to do with the kitten with the glowing tail, he begins to realize that she's been trying to communicate with him on some level or another with all her insistent meowing and pawing. She seems adoring enough, with the way she purrs and nuzzles into his hand, though she also seems suspicious, or at least put off, by the notion of the hand enshrouded by his symbiote. Her nipping does no real harm to Him, but Eddie's Other does find it amusing her application of teeth.
Biting is a love language in My culture, you know, He quips silently.
"Yeah, maybe it's a love language in hers, too," Eddie responds aloud. He looks down at the kitten, who's tugging at the Venom-finger with her mouth and then spluttering it away. He chuckles. "All right, li'l girl. Get yourself good an' situated, this yes/no stuff might take a little time here an' I don't want you usin' that hurt leg'uh yours any more'n you have to. I'm used to weirdness happenin', obviously, but this is a new one on Us."
He strokes her head once more and scritches behind her ears again, then lifts up both his hands in front of her face, palms open, both index fingers -- his left one an obsidian talon more than a finger -- easily reachable. "Okay, so here's the deal. I'm gonna ask you some stuff, an' you got my permission to bite my finger if it's a yes, or His finger if it's a no. Looks like you're already not a fan'uh His finger that much, so that puts it on me to be smart with my guesses.
"So I guess, first off, I should ask -- are you somethin' other than a cat? Like maybe you're a shapeshifter, or some kinda spirit possessin' you?" Her nipping at his right index finger draws the faintest wince, but also a bit of an apprehensive smile. "Okay, a'ight, uhm… so can you change into somethin' other than a cat?" He again receives a nibble on his right finger. A frown draws itself on his features for a long moment. "But if you could do that, you'd'uh done it when you were stuck in that dumpster, I'll bet. So does that mean you're stuck?"
Again, a nuzzling bite from the kitten.
"Uh-huh. Okay. Hm." Eddie runs his hand through his hair momentarily before returning it to put before her. "I'm tryin' to figure out how to suss out the way to get you unstuck," he confesses, "but that's tough to do with yes and no. Do you need help gettin' back to… whatever normal is for you? An' are we gonna be chill if you do?"
[ Empathy... Which Is to Say, Milk ]
( Eddie Brock / Venom )
The muffled screams of the misguided mob enforcer who'd thought to threaten a wandering San Francisco journalist in the middle of the night had been so viscerally satisfying to Venom. There was nothing quite like the sound of a bad guy knowing he was being eaten alive right as it was happening. Of course, They couldn't allow the sound to reach anyone else's ears, but They were all too happy to have it for Themselves -- along with the enforcer himself.
But as They had flensed him down to his skeleton and then discarded him, along with his tacky suit, to one side of the alleyway, a sound on the opposing side caught Their attention. A sound issuing from a closed dumpster. Unmistakable and sad. It was the sound of a kitten mewling.
A guttural grunt issued from the black-skinned behemoth as They swept across the alley and ripped the lid open. Inside, They were confronted with the sight of a clearly injured feline lying atop a pile of bags that hadn't quite been stacked high enough to reach the top. There was no way the little black coffee-colored cat would have been able to escape on its own.
"Oh. Oh, you poor thing."
The threatening rumble of Their contrabass voice and the vicious talons on the ends of Their fingertips were in direct contrast to the way They gently offered Their enormous arm down to the kitten, palm up and open, scooping it gingerly up into Their palm. After a cursory check (female, no collar, no obviously horrid injuries, and oddly trusting of such a creature as They), They brought the little quadruped to Their broad chest and stroked its head with Their opposing hand.
"Who would toss such a wondrous creature aside?" They mused. Then They scoffed. "Never mind. A considerable, yet truly pathetic cross-section of this diseased world would do exactly that." With another stroke of the kitten's ears, They looked down at Their new minuscule friend. "You have nothing to fear now, girl. We will take care of you."
A scant few minutes later, atop a downtown apartment building not so far from the Golden Gate, the Lethal Protector was nowhere to be seen -- but Eddie Brock was leaving behind the nighttime chill of the rooftop in favor of the descending stairwell, with the stray kitten still in hand. "Getcha all set up," he murmured, not expecting she would understand a word of it, but hoping that she would understand his intent.
Eddie's entry into his apartment was apparently not fast enough for his Other's liking, however, as the moment the human had the door open, a thick black tentacle was already extruding from his shoulder and pulling open the refrigerator door. From it, the tendril withdrew a jug, while another tentacle sought out a bowl to pour it into. A veritable river of milk splashed into the vessel.
"Hey, take it easy with that," Eddie protested, "she's small, we don't wanna overwhelm her, right? She's not gonna drink her body weight. Sides, I need some'uh that to keep the edge off all the chocolate You eat."
The voice of his Other echoed in his mind rather than aloud. It is a gift, Eddie, and the more volume and mass of a gift one sees, the less one suspects entrapment or other ill intent. This is important especially when one is frightened and alone.
Before the Klyntar was even finished with His returned admonition, He was already setting the bowl on the floor, and Eddie was kneeling beside it to set the kitten down. He gave her another affectionate stroke across her head. "Well... hope you like whole milk, girl, 'cause it's what We got, an' apparently plenty to spare."
How she loves her sister and being the guinea pig but she will be damned if it isnt inconvient at times. Renelle normally does certain magicks on her sister that doesnt result in any drastic change, maybe longer nails, eyelashes, or even a hair color change. This time, it locked Rocky in her kitty form and now she had to navigate back home. Ren lived in a city and she offered for her sister to stay but she refused.
The way home would be easy to navigate, after all, whats the worse that could happen? Next thing she knew as shes walking back home, some adults began to yank and throw her about in painful ways, it ended with her in a trashcan when they got bored. Her leg was broken but other than that she was okay. She could only muster a few meows since she couldnt get out of the can herself.
Just when she thought the night couldnt get any worse, she heard a commotion coming. What the hell is going on?! After awhile, the noise stops but she would be damned if the lid being ripped away didnt scare her. She meows loudly at the big black blob thing with big teeth, scared and immediately on edge. This was until she could smell a person and they werent hostile despite their appearance. Slowly she calms down once a blob hand is offered to her, which she sniffs and slowly moves onto it. She hears their voice and meows as a 'thank you', trying to ignore the 'stickiness' of the person. Or thing.
The head strokes made her forget momentarily, closing her eyes as she purrs. Now she just hopes this thing wont eat her or hurt her, even if they were nice. Soon arriving at an apartment, she was surprised to see a human take its place with a soft mew nose. So her assumption was correct! A few bumps from her nose as thanks for the help, she watches as a tentacle thing grabs a bowl with milk.
Her heart was warmed and she was thankful for the help given to her, a soft meow left her lips as shes let down. Slowly approaching the milk and sniffing it, once assuming it was safe, she began to lap away at it. Her ears fluttered and her tail waved happily at the treat, purrs filling the air. Now how was she going to tell them what she was?
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tangleweave · 7 days
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Beneath the cut is the look of a man on vacation, but after just 8 hours away, would almost prefer to be back at work.
Cut for mun face, travel woes, language, and general grumpiness.
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A lot of shenanigans happened. I flew several hundred miles (and boy are my arms tired!) and am currently in the D.C. area to attend a cousin's wedding. The flight was fine. Checking into the hotel was simple. DoorDashing food to the hotel at midnight is a treat. However, the car rental was an absolute fucking nightmare.
We joined a queue that was several lengths of cordon long, and after 20 minutes in that line got told, along with several others, to go from that line, manned by 4 clerks, to another line manned by just 1. Then, after those 4 clerks scrammed the remainder of their reduced queue, 3 of them fucked off for the night... and we stood in our alternate line for another hour and a fucking half, while everybody else whod been in the first line got to drive off. My other half was ready to aggressively shit on Budget's entire countertop.
And then we finally got to the counter... and can someone tell me how is this process cheaper using a credit card than a debit card? Credit comes from a big corporate payee -- fine, I get it, but you can fucking hit my debit card up for your cash just as easily! In order to allow the use of a debit card, Budget/Avis make you show them your return travel plans, pay an exorbitant deposit, and subject you to a soft credit check. Let's not even talk about how they upsell the goddamn insurance packages to half the cost of the original rental. The total about knocked me off my aching feet. It's twice the cost of the hotel room. Do I have the money? Yes. Do I like spending it in this fashion? Absolutely not.
I'm eating take-out now, and going to try to get some sleep before this whirlwind 3-day event begins.
But driving in the fucking hellscape that is Baltimore-to-D.C. is a bloodsport to a degree so vicious, Jason Statham would blink before making a movie here. So limiting exposure to liability in the event of a terrible accident on the 495 seemed like a wise choice. The whole ride, my other half was alternating between grabbing her Oh Shit handle and trying to provide meaningful navigational support... but I had to ask her at one point to bite her tongue because I wasn't in the frame of mind to accept concrit.
And my eyes are bloodshot because they'd had enough of my contacts.
FLOP.
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Agent Coulson stands with an open file folder between his hands, his gaze upon the young man who sits at the desk like he owns it... and the agent adopts a faint smirk of amusement. There's really no harm in letting him sit there in this moment; after all, there's no computer system there for him to access. And it's no more Coulson's desk than it is Chekov's. It's all borrowed real estate.
Supposedly. the naval officers aboard the Enterprise were among the best of the best… though to review the transcripts of their so-called 'interrogation' following having caught this near-child aboard their ship spoke far more to their state of irritation than his as-yet undiscerned task aboard the aircraft carrier.
San Francisco isn't one of Coulson's typical haunts. He knows about some of the things that lurk here, and a goodly number of them, he wants nothing to do with.
But the Bus had been crossing the Pacitic following a high-stakes extraction in Krakozhia when Fitz had come scampering into the war room to inform Coulson that there had been news of intruders aboard the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Enterprise… and that one of the two had apparently vanished in a column of light, several levels below deck.
CCTV footage had confirmed it. What looked like a swirling column of starlight, localized around a young dark-skinned woman beside this young man, had swallowed her whole. But somehow, no matching column had swept him away. And the technology the Enterprise officers had confiscated from him eludes identification.
The Russian-born man's remark stirs a faint smile to Coulson's features. "Seems kind of a bold statement for someone who hasn't met me before. SHIELD Special Agent Coulson, by the way. And according to this documentation from the boys aboard the Enterprise, you're Ensign Pavel Chekov and you work for an organization called Starfleet. How am I doing so far?"
He supposes he should consider himself lucky. In the films, they end up tied to chairs, their limbs restrained, with no source of light in the entire dingy room save for a naked fluorescent bulb throwing bleak green-white light across dirty tile.
He has talked to people who have seen even worse.
This room looks like an expensive office where somebody wielding more power than they could ever know what to do with would sit, confident and straight-backed behind their strong oak desk, and lap up the sunlight streaming through the blinds.
Pavel may be far from the man in charge, but he sits on the chair with an air of confident authority that hides his hummingbird heart slamming away in his chest and meets the agent's gaze head-on.
"I can tell you right now you have the wrong idea."
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@tangleweave * Coulson, sc.
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Wanda hid herself in the sorcerers cloak, closing her eyes and hoping that he didn’t ask.
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Stephen felt Wanda's arms circling about his middle and instinctively leaned backwards into the embrace, but his expression took on a more inquisitive look as he felt her nuzzling into the folds of his Cloak and holding incrementally tighter. He was mindful that hugs all have their distinct flavors. This one felt serious, and the silence with which she approached suggested there might be little he could do except be her standing body pillow.
He elected not to ask. He would like to think that by now he'd shown her this was the safest place she could be in to be vulnerable. If even here she couldn't volunteer whatever was weighing on her heart, then it didn't need to be his burden to bear. Instead, he simply said, "I'll hug back if you circle around here."
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Eddie remained knelt by the little black kitten as she continued lapping up the milk, and a smile creased his cheeks as he heard her beginning to purr. He was noticing, though, that she seemed to be staying off one leg and relying heavily on the remaining three -- her left front paw was taking barely any weight, staying up in the air as much as possible, even as she was dipping her head toward the bowl.
"You get hurt, l'il girl?" he murmured, reaching out to give her head the softest of strokes and a scritch behind her ears. "Guess that was bound to happen, bein' stuck in the trash."
A broken leg is never a good thing, no matter what species you are, he mused silently. Maybe We should be taking her to the vet.
Your bills can ill afford veterinary costs. Would it not be easier for Me to simply enter and heal her, as I have healed You so many times?
Eddie scoffed and offered his reply aloud. "Sure, if You want to scare the little thing. Besides, You probably outweigh her by like a magnitude or something."
The audacity!
"Hey, look, it's not like I'm not grateful that You basically make me bulletproof, all's I'm sayin' is--"
I do not make You bulletproof, only bullet-ignorant. And bullets are evidently not the extent of Your range of ignorance!
Eddie rolled his eyes as he leaned back and allowed the kitten to cast her gaze about her new surroundings. "Jesus, calm down already. All's I'm sayin' is You'd be a little disconcerting creepin' outta me an' into her, You know? I mean, sometimes it even creeps me out when We're apart an' You come back, an' I know exactly what it's all about already." He brushed his fingers just beneath her chin, letting her rub her face against his hand.
Abruptly, her head turned to one side and she sneezed. Which would have been an adorable sight -- except that at the instant of that sneeze, there was a distinct neon flash of violet light at the tip of her tail.
Eddie's eyebrows popped up. A tarry black tentacle emerged from his shoulder blade a moment later, its end resolving into the face of his Other. The two of Them stared down at the kitten, then looked at each other.
"This appears to be no regular kitten," his Other opined.
Eddie could do little else but nod in agreement. "Maybe not so much the vet, then." He wracked his brain. If They were in New York, he might chance reaching out to Doctor Strange… assuming the Sanctum Sanctorum didn't immediately try to expel him on approach. That building was not a fan of Venom. Could he at least try to reach out to the West Coast Avengers and ask for a phoner? The only one who might even try to hear him out would be the archer.
"Perhaps We should determine if she is intelligent." His Other receded a short distance, and the tendril extending from Eddie's shoulder morphed and shifted, wrapping itself about the length of his left arm and resolving in the structure of the absurdly huge specimen it was when They chose to present as Venom. The obsidian hand festooned with talons for fingertips laid open on the floor, while Eddie's unadorned right hand adopted an identical posture on the other side. His Other whispered His thought process to Eddie.
"Huh. All right, guess We can try it." Eddie shifted his legs about, going from kneeling to sitting cross-legged. "Hey, l'il girl. This… is probably gonna sound pretty stupid, but, maybe you can help Us out. Or We can help you out. If you can understand me, come over to my hand. Uh. The normal-lookin' one, not the freaky one."
[ Empathy... Which Is to Say, Milk ]
( Eddie Brock / Venom )
The muffled screams of the misguided mob enforcer who'd thought to threaten a wandering San Francisco journalist in the middle of the night had been so viscerally satisfying to Venom. There was nothing quite like the sound of a bad guy knowing he was being eaten alive right as it was happening. Of course, They couldn't allow the sound to reach anyone else's ears, but They were all too happy to have it for Themselves -- along with the enforcer himself.
But as They had flensed him down to his skeleton and then discarded him, along with his tacky suit, to one side of the alleyway, a sound on the opposing side caught Their attention. A sound issuing from a closed dumpster. Unmistakable and sad. It was the sound of a kitten mewling.
A guttural grunt issued from the black-skinned behemoth as They swept across the alley and ripped the lid open. Inside, They were confronted with the sight of a clearly injured feline lying atop a pile of bags that hadn't quite been stacked high enough to reach the top. There was no way the little black coffee-colored cat would have been able to escape on its own.
"Oh. Oh, you poor thing."
The threatening rumble of Their contrabass voice and the vicious talons on the ends of Their fingertips were in direct contrast to the way They gently offered Their enormous arm down to the kitten, palm up and open, scooping it gingerly up into Their palm. After a cursory check (female, no collar, no obviously horrid injuries, and oddly trusting of such a creature as They), They brought the little quadruped to Their broad chest and stroked its head with Their opposing hand.
"Who would toss such a wondrous creature aside?" They mused. Then They scoffed. "Never mind. A considerable, yet truly pathetic cross-section of this diseased world would do exactly that." With another stroke of the kitten's ears, They looked down at Their new minuscule friend. "You have nothing to fear now, girl. We will take care of you."
A scant few minutes later, atop a downtown apartment building not so far from the Golden Gate, the Lethal Protector was nowhere to be seen -- but Eddie Brock was leaving behind the nighttime chill of the rooftop in favor of the descending stairwell, with the stray kitten still in hand. "Getcha all set up," he murmured, not expecting she would understand a word of it, but hoping that she would understand his intent.
Eddie's entry into his apartment was apparently not fast enough for his Other's liking, however, as the moment the human had the door open, a thick black tentacle was already extruding from his shoulder and pulling open the refrigerator door. From it, the tendril withdrew a jug, while another tentacle sought out a bowl to pour it into. A veritable river of milk splashed into the vessel.
"Hey, take it easy with that," Eddie protested, "she's small, we don't wanna overwhelm her, right? She's not gonna drink her body weight. Sides, I need some'uh that to keep the edge off all the chocolate You eat."
The voice of his Other echoed in his mind rather than aloud. It is a gift, Eddie, and the more volume and mass of a gift one sees, the less one suspects entrapment or other ill intent. This is important especially when one is frightened and alone.
Before the Klyntar was even finished with His returned admonition, He was already setting the bowl on the floor, and Eddie was kneeling beside it to set the kitten down. He gave her another affectionate stroke across her head. "Well... hope you like whole milk, girl, 'cause it's what We got, an' apparently plenty to spare."
How she loves her sister and being the guinea pig but she will be damned if it isnt inconvient at times. Renelle normally does certain magicks on her sister that doesnt result in any drastic change, maybe longer nails, eyelashes, or even a hair color change. This time, it locked Rocky in her kitty form and now she had to navigate back home. Ren lived in a city and she offered for her sister to stay but she refused.
The way home would be easy to navigate, after all, whats the worse that could happen? Next thing she knew as shes walking back home, some adults began to yank and throw her about in painful ways, it ended with her in a trashcan when they got bored. Her leg was broken but other than that she was okay. She could only muster a few meows since she couldnt get out of the can herself.
Just when she thought the night couldnt get any worse, she heard a commotion coming. What the hell is going on?! After awhile, the noise stops but she would be damned if the lid being ripped away didnt scare her. She meows loudly at the big black blob thing with big teeth, scared and immediately on edge. This was until she could smell a person and they werent hostile despite their appearance. Slowly she calms down once a blob hand is offered to her, which she sniffs and slowly moves onto it. She hears their voice and meows as a 'thank you', trying to ignore the 'stickiness' of the person. Or thing.
The head strokes made her forget momentarily, closing her eyes as she purrs. Now she just hopes this thing wont eat her or hurt her, even if they were nice. Soon arriving at an apartment, she was surprised to see a human take its place with a soft mew nose. So her assumption was correct! A few bumps from her nose as thanks for the help, she watches as a tentacle thing grabs a bowl with milk.
Her heart was warmed and she was thankful for the help given to her, a soft meow left her lips as shes let down. Slowly approaching the milk and sniffing it, once assuming it was safe, she began to lap away at it. Her ears fluttered and her tail waved happily at the treat, purrs filling the air. Now how was she going to tell them what she was?
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tangleweave · 14 days
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The interior edge of his bottom lip tucks ever so slightly between his teeth, setting what's left of it in a grim line beneath his mustache. His head dips down and he nods twice, trusting that Sigyn can feel the gesture even though she's not looking at him.
She doesn't expect him to understand her fear, and of course he can't. By the time Thanos had snapped half the universe away, he had already seen to the brutal slaughter of her entire family in the name of his mad quest.
This isn't to say Stephen can't sympathize. His use of the Time Stone had shown him millions of times the Avengers had failed, utterly and completely, with no chance for undoing the damage. He'd seen everyone he would gladly have followed into battle and perdition die in any number of awful ways, countless times over. And those few in this world to whom he still has a connection? Well, they had suffered the same fates. Only by knowing those were possible futures and not THE future had he retained his sanity.
And by the time he'd become an adult, he had already borne helpless witness to the tragedy of his whole family dying, without the means necessary to stop it. Some part of him still holds himself responsible for the loss of his sister through the ice... the loss of his brother to a driver that couldn't have predicted him running into the street at that moment.
But tragedy belongs in their pasts, not in the days, months, and (fate willing) years to come. So he gives Sigyn's shoulder a tender squeeze. "I know you are. And if it helps, I'm feeling a little frantic myself. If I still had the Time Stone? I'd want to know everything... so I could get out in front of it. Secure a happy ending. But all I can do now is live in the present. Be here with you. And that's what I should be doing anyway."
He presses a gentle kiss to her crown.
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"I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Just please don't shut me out."
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Sigyn reaches up to grab the hand on her shoulder and lets out a shaking sigh. "I know," she takes another deep breath as her free hand rubs over her abdomen, still unsure how she feels about the discovery of new life growing within her again. "I'm scared. . . Stephen, terrified really."
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tangleweave · 14 days
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Wanda moved to wrap her arms around Eddie’s waist, not saying a word. Instead, her face buried into his back, her eyes closed
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Although his brow stitched into an inquisitive not-quite-frown, Eddie responded more demonstratively to Wanda's silent affection by bringing his arms up and settling his hands about her wrists, then his forearms atop hers, as if to tug her embrace more tightly about himself... or simply to hold it secure.
"Hey babe," he murmurs, turning over one shoulder to glance at her through his periphery. He knew better than to ask if she was okay. When she sought contact like this, there was usually a reason... and this was one of her favorite methods to soothe herself.
So instead of peppering her with interrogatories, he simply offered his support.
"I'm right here. Not goin' anywhere."
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tangleweave · 14 days
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Eddie's hands are stuffed in the pockets of his bomber jacket, as defensive a posture as Sigyn's crossed arms. His shoulders are rigid; in fact, his entire body seems like a coiled spring, ready to release all of its potential energy the moment the slightest slip occurs. And maybe that's why he stands outside of arm's reach of her.
The crisp morning air from San Francisco Bay washes over them both as he struggles to find the words. It had been hard enough just letting that sentence out. He'd thought the words would come flooding out once he'd chipped the dam wall enough... but evidently he's not done enough damage to it.
His head hangs. "Look, uh... I... We... I..." He presses his lips together and clenches his eyes shut, willing it to come out. The pressure is unbearable; he can feel Sigyn growing more agitated and worried by the second.
"I'm... fallin' in love with you. An' I feel like that's wrong, 'cause I know you're not done grievin' everyone you lost. Feels selfish'uh me to want somethin' more with you when you're still vulnerable. An' besides. Who am I to think I could measure up to who you loved? Who you still love even now?" He shakes his head. "Dumb jock journalist bonded to a Klyntar... versus a god?"
He dips his head further down, then forces it back up so he can at least look her in the eye as he says it. "Thst day on the bridge when we met, you were there 'cause you felt alone. I didn't want you to feel like all you got left is your memories, or that life's over 'cause you lost so much. But now that I know you this well, I know there are still people who are countin' on you to come back an' help 'em strive for whatever dignity they can still recover. Means you're gonna have to leave here someday. An' I gotta be ready to deal with that. An' you deserve to know that."
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"I'm tired of pretending everything's okay when it's clearly not."
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"Eddie. . ." Sigyn's voice is low and pained as she stares back at him with furrowed brows and crossed arms. Where was this coming from? For all she knew everything had been fine, so what had changed so suddenly? Had she done something wrong?
"O-Okay. . . I-I don't understand. . . so please, talk to me."
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tangleweave · 16 days
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When Do You Gaze At Your Soulmate?
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when they're dancing
you're not sure if they know you're there or not. you're not sure if it matters. you watch them sway to the music, watch as they twirl around and smile for no one but themselves. they're free and laughing. they're alive and vibrant. they're everything you might never be except when you're with them. so full of life it makes something in your chest tighten. there are frown lines at the corners of your mouth but your lips are smiling right now. rare. and often, only for them. they have light in their hearts and some days you fear the darkness in you might swallow it whole. but they'd never let you walk away. so make sure the darkness inside you keeps all the other monsters away from their tender heart.
Tagged by: @cffidelityy
Tagging: Nothing is true. Piracy is permitted.
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tangleweave · 16 days
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When Do You Gaze At Your Soulmate?
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when they don't know you're there
you want to see who they are at their core. your love smiles for you. they put on a brave face. they tell you off when you're out of line and they encourage you when you know your mistakes are piling up. they're the one who is always there. but there are moments you catch them unawares and that is when you watch them. you want to see the expression their face takes when they aren't being brave for you. you want to see how they smile when it isn't designed to lift your own burdens. you want to see what they say to everyone else. how they talk about you. how everyone else encourages them or if they let anyone be there at all. you want to see what is underneath it all so you can prove that's who you love. the parts of them they try to hide. the parts they think you don't already know and adore.
Tagged by: @cffidelityy
Tagging: Avast ye roleplay pirates! Pillage memes!
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tangleweave · 16 days
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// Do you ever have that moment when you realize a mutual ended up soft-blocking you... and rather than feeling upset, there's just a little bit of guilty relief?
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tangleweave · 18 days
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tangleweave · 19 days
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@mxrvelouscreations [ continued from here ]
Phil's arms had dropped to either side, obligingly, as Leigh had drawn his sleeves down and past each of his hands in turn. His undershirt had lasted perhaps only another minute on his torso before she'd sent her arms snaking up under it to feel his chest, both its musculature and the coarse hair adorning it, and then dragged it up and over his head and arms to toss it aside.
His own hands had done no less by this point, tugging away her shirt and gently unclasping the hooks of her bra, though the garment still hung from her shoulders. But with the fingers of one hand gently working her into a warm frenzy, the other hand sought to occupy itself by cupping her face and drawing her close for kiss after luxurious kiss.
Her hand between his own legs served as reminder that he wasn't the only one of them capable of driving the other wild. He felt himself swell in her palm just from the sensation of her gentle, insistent touch, even through the cloth of his briefs.
Her whisper of desire against his lips did nothing to quell that surge. And so, he shifted both hands, tugging her onto his lap, and took her face in both hands to look her in the eye.
"You have me."
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