#;iobartach

[crimsonsharked-archive]

How's it possible to boop a fish? Don't worry about it, as somehow, the big Spider guy manages to deliver (1) boop! (Lies, ofc but shhh jfhfg)

Ѽ Unprompted | Always accepting Ѽ

The big ass spider is back and he's booping the demon fish again. Alessio's hand shot up and booped the man back. A day of whimsy for two very serious men was needed.

[deadpoolunofficial]

Wade lifted his hand off the very clearly irritated man and put his hands in clear view, however, he didn't step away from the man at all. Instead, he chuckled lowering his arms and then crossing them.

"Nuisance on very, VERY special occasions." He clasped his hands together and pressed his cheek against the backside of his right hand. "Reserved for special people." The merc managed a wink at the spider. His masked eyes followed the man down before he continued his, unfortunately annoying, yapping. His eyes landed back on the body in front of them. "Oh... that's good... I suppose." He couldn't really ever understand fully leaving people alive, he only did when it was to send a message or there was no real need to kill everyone. His brow area arched and he lowered his hands onto his hips.

The mood also changed after he asked about the "Dracula" thing, he felt like poking at it but he had probably already pushed it by even saying it. He almost ignored what next words came out of the man's mouth, having nearly let his thoughts wander to other things, finally snapping his attention on them and nodding.

He couldn't help but inwardly smile too, the orders that came made Wade feel like he was a part of a team, a shitty poorly put-together team, but a team! He clapped his gloved hands together and nodded.

"Yeah, no problem boss man... I have a question actually." The word 'anomaly' piqued his interest. He had some vague understanding of multiverse stuff, but he couldn't really count on his shitty movie knowledge let alone the writer's knowledge to give him a good understanding. He could use his mouth to learn stuff, he was a good boy, he washed under his arms.

The abrupt contact garnered an immediate response, seen as a slate of pure muscle tensed beneath the glimmering façade of his suit, disturbed by the unexpected contact. The well-meaning gesture had only made Miguel bristle, a feeling that encouraged a whip-like turn of his head, steered by the sounds of the mercenary's expressed opinions. Twencen drivel that he couldn't bring himself to fake an interest in.

"Are you sure you're not mistaking misfit for nuisance?" The snapped retort leaks into the air faster than he can recall it, fixing the other with a stare that could burn through paper if tested. But, as irritated as he felt, the questions that sprang forth from the merc's incessant mouth next quenched the fires of his fury in an instant. Brought low by the comparison, Miguel's gaze drifts away from Wade for the first time, spirt and body both slumping towards the floor as he settles into a low crouch.

"They'll live." Uttered with a surprising amount of effort, the confirmation of the anomaly's condition seemed to relax a notch of tension that had settled within his chest, a guilt that chastised the well-tested Spider for not simply erasing the displaced villain brought low at his feet, and be finished with it. He was better than that, or so he'd like to think. Lies spoken and perpetuated with the utmost conviction, displaced from the facts.

He was much worse than Dracula.

"I've got to secure the anomaly for transport. In the meantime, will you sweep the area? See if we missed anything?" Reembracing old habits, he had subconsciously fallen back into the role of leader, forgetting his place. That he wasn't accompanied by his fellow Spiders, but instead by one of the most persistent individuals to ever walk the face of this planet. "...If you would like to, that is. You're not obligated to do so."

[regulus-regent]

"Please tell me YOU don't have any kids to send after me for boops, too?!"

"You're in luck, I have one that would be more than willing to go after you"

"Boy, i'll go to that ridiculous tick or treating with you if you go boop the spider!"

// @sonchiildren and @ any little ankle bitter Trunks out there, this message is for you

[kxkarot]

"Oh I ain't done @iobartach !!"

"Kiddos!! Get him!!! @sonchiildren "

[snkts]

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[positivelybeastly]

A Devil You Don't Know

It had been an inauspicious, particularly brutal way to end up being incarcerated, Henry couldn't deny that. In retrospect, perhaps arriving in the far off year of 2099 and immediately deciding to start up his experiments without a safety net or an attempt to hide what he was doing was . . . foolhardy. But, in his defence, who thought that, of all the institutions that would persist into the far future, Spider-Man would be one of them?

Granted, this new one was different. The old one wouldn't have punched out quite so many of his teeth, for starters.

But, as Henry smoothed a hand over his jaw, feeling replacement teeth growing in with an irritated, pained twitch of his nose, he supposed there was still enough about the spider that was familiar that he could see the resemblance. It took a particularly naive little goody two shoes like a Spider-Man to see a cruel beast carving up bodies in an alleyway and not kill him, after all.

And yet, as he stood on the other side of the transparisteel cell window that separated him and his first acquaintance in this charmingly named Nueva York, he had to think that there still yet something different about this particular arachnid.

After all. Who willingly visited a cruel little man like Dark Beast in prison? Someone with a screw loose, perhaps. Or, someone desperate enough to make a deal with the devil.

"If you're here to apologise, I'll only accept it if you kneel while you do it. Perhaps you can kiss the glass and tell me how handsome I am while you're at it. It might ameliorate my mood."

@iobartach

[kuurosakiis]

@iobartach

This newcomer seemed to have an interesting presence, even though Ichigo couldn't pinpoint how. ❝…Is there something I can help you with?❞

He seemed like a foreigner, so he switched to English, hoping that would work.     It was heavily accented, but it should be understandable enough.

[therapardalis]

[ @iobartach ]

"Oh honey, that really is workplace brutality!"

[yukikorogashi]

Sketch for @iobartach! ❤️

[crimsonsharked-archive]

Just ....reaches over and takes Alessio's hat.

It's his now.

🕷

Alessio stares... at the very...human man. Then smacks it taking his hat back. Then he took one big step back.

"What the fuck."

[getblammed]

[ starter call. | @iobartach ]

“ Wha— I got this covered, man! Get goin’! ”

[redseamstress]

@iobartach

❝Welcome to the shop, young man, is there anything you need?❞ What an interesting soul that's walked into his shop today!

[lethalitisms]

@iobartach

There's an awful lot of spiders to keep track of. Spider-Man. The other Spider-Man. Spider-Woman. The list goes on. And for every spider, there seems to be a Venom too; not just in here but that war with the Poisons was just the tip of the ice-berg. Who knows what else is happening in the infinite cosmos of the multiverse ( just about everything, actually, because that's how these things work ). Venom doesn't really want to dwell on the idea that they're the worst versions. None of the others know what the hell they're talking about.

Venom is perched up high, dark silhouette casting the shape of a gargoyle that they'd accidentally broken a few weeks ago ( but most definitely don't have the funds to pay back ). It's a chilly night, the cool breeze brushing past. Eddie's face is half-covered by his symbiotic other, taking in the New York air. But he can smell something change in their atmosphere, a sort of sensing that they aren't alone up here. The symbiote covers his face, but they don't turn around to see who it is. Smells like another spider ( though they're not very familiar with this one ).

⸨ Come to chastise us, Spider-Man? ⸩ And if it isn't Peter, then who the hell is it? But no matter; doesn't seem like any of the Spider-People like leaving them alone for too long. Perhaps it runs in the Spider-Family. If you could call it that. Eddie wants to leap already, just to get away and put some distance. But the symbiote urges him to stay, be friendly, make nice. His voice of reason.

[teknah]

@iobartach LIKED FOR A SMALL STARTER!

"Get down from there, will ya? He issued the challenge to you. I know you're trying to be the bigger man, but..."

Nero was trying to get Miguel to listen-- and speaking to him through an opening on the ceiling, leading to the upper floors of this alien hostel. Some warrior with old-fashioned tendencies wanted to duel the spider with their culture's version of medieval weaponry.

"It's an honor thing, Miguel. He saw you kicking ass and taking names. If you turn him down without distributing moderate to severe injuries, he'll have to go home a disgrace. Look, he even offered to share his health insurance with you afterwards. And I think he's an organ donor, he has all kinds of physiological redundancies that wouldn't make stab wounds immediately lethal. Probably--"

[homelander-rp-blog]

"So somebody killed somebody. How is it my problem?" @iobartach (oh my God! thank you for sending it! based on your wrestling au!)

He looks around the interrogation room nervously then back at Miguel again “maybe lower your voice? We got privacy but no need to yell!” he had brought two cups of coffee, one for himself and one for the innocent wrestler sitting in front of him now. “they found a dead body in that same gym you go, Mig. I don’t say you’re guilty but.. one of guys saw you were the last one talking to the victim so uh.. tell me the truth?” Gabriel, the brother, hired him and John isn’t sure he can manage this case- but, he’ll try his best! After all it’ll be his first case as a young attorney.

[kingbcwser]

Imagine losing to a giant turtle, that's embarassing bro.