spiderbite-from-0202

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I just drank a monster energy, fell asleep, and then woke up turned.

So im not drinking monsters anymore!

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Fable watched with thinning breath as the once shorter form of her - friend? Coworker? Acquaintance-person-guy?? - companion began to rise into a (metaphorical) state of unmasked protectiveness. This was like calming an animal now - some little thing like a cat or a lizard, trying to make itself look bigger to ward off those it didnt want around.

But Fable knew better. He knew just as well as anyone how to do that.

With a little trembly shake, Fable matched Samara’s defensive stance, shooting up at least nine inches taller and seeming considerably more fuzzy than before; their hair flattening into a messier fringe, eight sharp, furry legs springing from their back and curling around to point their accusatory claws at the fellow Spider in front of them.

Fable still seemed completely unamused, but it was, as usual, a mask of her true concern and frustration underneath. She liked to help, but she didnt like it when those needing help got in the way.

“Ohhh, so scaaaryy,” he muttered mockingly, putting two clawed hands on his hips. “Samara, come on. This is immature - and thats coming from me! We can just talk this out and chill, im not trying to hurt you. Alright? Cool?”

After a supposedly successful mission, one with an excellent performance from everyone involved, it comes to your attention that a certain someone on the squad seems to have kept to themselves after the fact. When you try to approach them about the odd behavior, their only response is a terse "I need space." You're not sure how or why, but there's a sudden and inexplicable tension in the air. The air itself felt dense, like it was under pressure and ready to burst at any moment. Something tells you Samara is a bit... Off.

{ time to unleash the horrors on unsuspecting passersby } -🕷💀 @whodo-yourvoodoo

Tension within a space was a feeling Fable was very much used to. And yet this new teammate of hers - Samara was their lovely name - made it feel… deeply different.

An outreached hand - a human hand, its mass shrinking from a Were-Spider’s recent turn in the aftermath of the mission’s excitement - flinched away from Fable’s new acquaintance, and bounding steps and exclamations of childish congrats halted into surprised, still silence. Surprise and guilt.

He searched his memories for what had caused such negativity in his teammate, but he swiftly came up with nothing - he didnt know enough about them yet to pick out something from their now completed task that clearly would have bothered the rattled spider.

Fable felt like they couldnt help, and so only stared at the distant, tense as rock Samara with this dumbstruck expression. They felt like they couldn’t help, and what a terrible feeling that was.

A chill brushed through the empty street, but Fable didnt shiver. She felt sickeningly warm.

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Fable could feel the shadow pass over her, like a looming omen ready to enact its terrible will at any moment - a praying mantis, towering over a protective spider. But she crossed her arms, trying her best not to let the dreadful feeling seep into her posture.

This was a simple trick of the light - child’s play to him, a silly fit of harsh temperance - and he wouldnt let it affect his goals.

“You know im not afraid of you, Sammy,” they scoffed, a visible shiver of cold unease running through them despite their tough exterior and unamused expression. “Im not afraid of my own teammates. Symbiotes, demigods, freaks of nature - ive dealt with worse and certainly worked with worse, alright? So you cant intimidate me into scuttering away with a look and a scary shadow.”

Her head lowered slightly, looking downward and up at Samara with a much softer expression. A rare maturity fell over their tone of voice - a gentle nudge hopefully towards the right direction.

“What happened, bub? What got under your skin?”

After a supposedly successful mission, one with an excellent performance from everyone involved, it comes to your attention that a certain someone on the squad seems to have kept to themselves after the fact. When you try to approach them about the odd behavior, their only response is a terse "I need space." You're not sure how or why, but there's a sudden and inexplicable tension in the air. The air itself felt dense, like it was under pressure and ready to burst at any moment. Something tells you Samara is a bit... Off.

{ time to unleash the horrors on unsuspecting passersby } -🕷💀 @whodo-yourvoodoo

Tension within a space was a feeling Fable was very much used to. And yet this new teammate of hers - Samara was their lovely name - made it feel… deeply different.

An outreached hand - a human hand, its mass shrinking from a Were-Spider’s recent turn in the aftermath of the mission’s excitement - flinched away from Fable’s new acquaintance, and bounding steps and exclamations of childish congrats halted into surprised, still silence. Surprise and guilt.

He searched his memories for what had caused such negativity in his teammate, but he swiftly came up with nothing - he didnt know enough about them yet to pick out something from their now completed task that clearly would have bothered the rattled spider.

Fable felt like they couldnt help, and so only stared at the distant, tense as rock Samara with this dumbstruck expression. They felt like they couldn’t help, and what a terrible feeling that was.

A chill brushed through the empty street, but Fable didnt shiver. She felt sickeningly warm.

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… hmmm.

Apology accepted!! But you owe me, for being such a cool, grudge free friend. Especially while im ‘fuzzy’.

Fuzzy. Fuzzy-Wuzzy.

Hehe

-@whodo-yourvoodoo

… Saaamara? You good, bub?

Werent you still mad at me over something-or-other??

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Fuzzy. Fuzzy-Wuzzy.

Hehe

-@whodo-yourvoodoo

… Saaamara? You good, bub?

Werent you still mad at me over something-or-other??

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GIVE MY MUSE A PETNAME AND SEE HOW THEY REACT!

As an added bonus the petname will be rated on how much my muse likes it!

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

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Think im starting to realize people dont know my actual age… and definitely think more often than not im way younger than i actually am.

Im about to be 30 this month! Just so… just so everyone is aware…

Do i really look that young?? I think i look like my age… god, even Miguel “Get Your Facts Right Or Perish” O’ Hara calls me kid!! Are the spiderlings making up rumors about me again?

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……

I dont mean to be rude, but, ahh… have you ever thought about therapy, sir?

DISTRESS SIGNAL HELP HELP HELP HELP LYLA SOMEONE TAP TAP TAP —

Arent you that guy that turned evil because of a bagel?

IT WASN'T THE BAGEL!

Spider-Man was the one that threw it at me! He's the one that started the chain reaction that led to me being assigned to the collider that night!

It's HIS FAULT! HIS!

...

...

...Okay, I'm calm now. Perfectly fine. Nothing to worry about...

...I still like bagels though... wish I could eat one...

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… the bagel guy? I dunno, he seems… relatively harmless.

Kinda weird, and majorly awkward, but… i know better than to throw stones.

ATTENTION MEMBERS OF THE SPIDER SOCIETY ‼️

It has been brought to my attention that The Spot has been spotted and is indeed the original variant. He has been announced as dead before and is somehow alive once more. He is a threat, and if seen, please alert me and @whosmoraless. Thank you and good luck.

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Patron Saint of Heartbreak

not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟?

patron saint of bones 🦴

patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

{ from @/whosmoraless, tagging you }

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do yu get along with plushie?

Plushie? Not sure who that is… a spider-person with a stuffed animal motif perhaps??

Well, anyway, their name alone sounds nice enough, so probably!

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Oh man, i keep forgetting to update my floundering fanbase about my whereabouts and whatshappenings!! My bad, spiders and civilians alike!

Been a bit absent because of work, but updates will be just as frequent as ever after today!

Hang in there :]

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Regret.

perhaps you have unfinished business with someone. perhaps you wish things had gone differently. unfortunately, there is no such thing as fair. come to terms with your regrets. acknowledge them, but do not let them tie you down. allow yourself to accept what cannot be changed. that is the only way you will ever be free. learn to accept. learn to move on. learn that nothing is perfect. you deserve to be free despite your wrong doings and regrets.

What ties your soul to the mortal world?

Regret. perhaps you have unfinished business with someone. perhaps you wish things had gone differently. unfortunately, there is no such thing as fair. come to terms with your regrets. acknowledge them, but do not let them tie you down. allow yourself to accept what cannot be changed. that is the only way you will ever be free. learn to accept. learn to move on. learn that nothing is perfect. you deserve to be free despite your wrong doings and regrets.

[from templeofvengeance]

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Fable cringed visibly. She might not yet be familiar with that voice, but she knows it isnt meant to sound like that.

And yet he wasnt intimidated by the harsh, warning statement - nay, the threat. Hes been called worse, yelled at louder, seen people in worse shape. The tense and thick atmosphere only seemed to render him not frightened or offended, but determined.

Fable pulled a face - a disapproving pout, a childish expression. They shuffled closer, standing close enough to probably piss Samara off. Even while presenting human, they towered over her hunched form, casting a shadow over Samara like a protective wing.

“I heard you,” she muttered - soft and firm, without malice or a sneer. “But if you want me gone, youre gonna need to shake me off your ankle with a reason, sister. Cant leave a Spider hanging… well, unless they have a way of getting down, that is.”

After a supposedly successful mission, one with an excellent performance from everyone involved, it comes to your attention that a certain someone on the squad seems to have kept to themselves after the fact. When you try to approach them about the odd behavior, their only response is a terse "I need space." You're not sure how or why, but there's a sudden and inexplicable tension in the air. The air itself felt dense, like it was under pressure and ready to burst at any moment. Something tells you Samara is a bit... Off.

{ time to unleash the horrors on unsuspecting passersby } -🕷💀 @whodo-yourvoodoo

Tension within a space was a feeling Fable was very much used to. And yet this new teammate of hers - Samara was their lovely name - made it feel… deeply different.

An outreached hand - a human hand, its mass shrinking from a Were-Spider’s recent turn in the aftermath of the mission’s excitement - flinched away from Fable’s new acquaintance, and bounding steps and exclamations of childish congrats halted into surprised, still silence. Surprise and guilt.

He searched his memories for what had caused such negativity in his teammate, but he swiftly came up with nothing - he didnt know enough about them yet to pick out something from their now completed task that clearly would have bothered the rattled spider.

Fable felt like they couldnt help, and so only stared at the distant, tense as rock Samara with this dumbstruck expression. They felt like they couldn’t help, and what a terrible feeling that was.

A chill brushed through the empty street, but Fable didnt shiver. She felt sickeningly warm.

[spiderbite-from-0202]

After a supposedly successful mission, one with an excellent performance from everyone involved, it comes to your attention that a certain someone on the squad seems to have kept to themselves after the fact. When you try to approach them about the odd behavior, their only response is a terse "I need space." You're not sure how or why, but there's a sudden and inexplicable tension in the air. The air itself felt dense, like it was under pressure and ready to burst at any moment. Something tells you Samara is a bit... Off.

{ time to unleash the horrors on unsuspecting passersby } -🕷💀 @whodo-yourvoodoo

Tension within a space was a feeling Fable was very much used to. And yet this new teammate of hers - Samara was their lovely name - made it feel… deeply different.

An outreached hand - a human hand, its mass shrinking from a Were-Spider’s recent turn in the aftermath of the mission’s excitement - flinched away from Fable’s new acquaintance, and bounding steps and exclamations of childish congrats halted into surprised, still silence. Surprise and guilt.

He searched his memories for what had caused such negativity in his teammate, but he swiftly came up with nothing - he didnt know enough about them yet to pick out something from their now completed task that clearly would have bothered the rattled spider.

Fable felt like they couldnt help, and so only stared at the distant, tense as rock Samara with this dumbstruck expression. They felt like they couldn’t help, and what a terrible feeling that was.

A chill brushed through the empty street, but Fable didnt shiver. She felt sickeningly warm.

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short & impactful

"Stay."

"Just go."

"I hate you."

"Because I love you."

"Don't leave me."

"Leave me alone."

"I need space."

"Don't go."

"Talk to me."

"I want only you."

"You need to move on."

"Please, speak to me."

"This will end now."

"I want to forget you."

"Hate me."

"Why?"

"Lie to me."

"I can't do this."

"Tell me."

"I'm just afraid."

"Please, leave."

"You can't leave me."

"I need you."

"Don't do this."

"Just stop."

"It's over."

"Tell me the truth."

"I can't lose you."

"We're done."

"Please."