“Sure. I Don’t Mind Too Much, As Long As Whatever It Is Isn’t Too Loud.” Parasite Was Mostly

YES, YES THAT WOULD BE GREAT

Pretty much any host that won’t instantly die the second I bond with them? Also is somewhat okay with me eating people as well ig? And won’t get too pissed at me if I accidentally loose my shit

If you kill all your hosts have you ever thought about bonding with a Deadpool?

I…

…

@d-adpool WADE, GET OVER HERE I GOTTA TRY SOMETHING

“Yes, yes!”

Parasite didn’t waste a second, latching onto their arm instantly and climbing over to their shoulder.

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.

AGRGI GRHEHEGEGRGG

I crave violence (and also tea like some mango-lemonade or mango-strawberry popping boba tea would be really nice right now if anyone has some thanks)

A preview of Miles Morales: Spider-Man #30

MILES MORALES: SPIDER-MAN #30

Spider-Man is back in Brooklyn — only to find himself right in the crosshairs of DEADPOOL… BOTH Deadpools! Wade Wilson has gone too far this time… and messed with the WRONG Spider-Man. How far will Wade go to collect on this contract, and who is really behind this job?! Whoever it is, it can’t be good for Deadpool OR Miles Morales!

LEGACY #312

Written by: Cody Ziglar Art by: Luigi Zagaria, Bryan Valenza Cover by: Federico Vicentini Page Count: 32 Pages Release Date: February 19, 2025

Parasite hesitated. They had been so sure about it at first, but now…

Take it slow, don’t startle her.

Parasite spoke up, trying to make their voice as friendly as possible. “Gwen?”

When they didn’t immediately run away, they spoke up again. “Gwen, hey! It’s me, Alice! Remember!”

They made sure to stay partially in the shadows as they talked. Maybe if they talked first and then showed themselves, it wouldn’t go badly.

Gwen didn't go to Hudson Yard often. That would be obsessive. She didn't even expect to find Alice there.

But she would be lying if she claimed she didn't spend more time at the park than she used to. It was a good place to rest and sometimes patrol got stressful, so she'd take a few minutes and stop by.

Yeah, part of it was that it reminded her of Alice and she was able to feel a little less odd for a few minutes, but she wasn't trying to find them. That would be invasive. Gwen was getting better at recognizing that.

She sighed as she pulled at the grass, letting her mind wander. She tried to stay alert, she really did, but it felt like such a chore when there was simply her, grass, and air. So she let it go for a bit.

The wind blew at her side, not too strong, but it still made her shiver.

She heard footsteps as people wandered by. Not many, but some. Few stopped, which made sense. It was late and Gwen stayed hidden from the walkway between a tree and some bushes.

[Continue however you wish, sorry it took this long]

@spiritarachnid

Parasite had been lurking around Hudson Yard too, though they hadn’t been doing so as much.

Parasite had been in partial symbiote form. They had started to get more and more confident each day with it, especially after realizing that this was New York, where most people were used to aliens and mutants.

That didn’t change the fact that people still hid away, or grimaced, or moved away, or started to reach for concealed guns whenever they saw them, which was why they had been lurking a bit in the more shadowy parts of Hudson park when they had seen Gwen again.

Parasite almost did a double take, seeing the first person that had treated them normally and given them a chance. They had almost charged forwards before remembering that they didn’t have Alice as a host anymore, and seeing a symbiote host charging at them probably would be quite the alarming sight. Instead, they stood there for a moment, just staring, trying to contemplate what the next best move would be. They were really starting to regret not telling Gwen before they had parted they were a symbiote.

The horse on my sick clothes is high and I love him for it, be yourself buddy

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer and anyone else who wants to interact is welcome to! (No pressure though)

Parasite was, admittedly, panicking.

They were scared. The spider was gone. Their friend was gone.

They were practically vibrating with anxiety as they searched, desperately looking for them. No, no, no, no, I can’t loose another-

They hadn’t bothered to hide in a nonhuman form, hadn’t bothered to take even a bit of precaution as they stood, perched atop a building.

Please… no…

What if they were gone what if they had been disgusted by them what if they were dead what if it’s my fault- Parasite couldn’t take it, couldn’t hold back as they let out a gutteral, alien scream out on the top of their lungs. They whipped around in a wide arc, their tail slamming into the metal railing and their claws painfully tearing into the concrete under them as they fully gave into the overwhelming, suffocating panic.

Parasite stepped into the room, blinking rapidly as their eyes adjusted to the light.

Their eyes were narrowed as their gaze darted around the room, eventually landing on Peter. They glanced between him and the test tube he held, and tilted their head to the side as they recognized the substance as one of its own, a symbiote.

Eventually, they spoke up. “Spider-creature? What are you doing?”

Parasite didn’t even bother to hide in their true form as it moved closer to him (it was too tired to mask their true self at the moment anyways, they just had to hope that this particular spider-person wouldn’t be too disturbed by their appearance).

//supposed to be posted earlier, but it never did go out

Location: A hole in the wall laboratory

Time and Date: 19:00 pm; March 3, 2025

TW// blood, ethical wrongs

—-

Peter was sitting at a work bench in a lab that looks like it’d seen better days. The lights above were flickering madly, giving an eerie presence to the surrounding equipment. Various vials and chemical compounds sat idly on shelves and the several other tables.

One of them stood out though. It was moving. Yeah, moving. It sat next to a normal vial of blood that seemed to be sparking a small bit. “C’mon Pete…” he mumbled as he pushed the chair back. “C’mon.”

He stalked towards the two vials and tilted his head. Moving. It was living. The vial was a tube of Eddie Brock and Venom’s combined blood— it’s what had created carnage. Eddie and Peter had come up with this together— a potential life saving procedure— and now Pete was carrying it out. Or he was going to try to.

He was on two different sides. On one hand? He could potentially save lives, help the world for the greater good, and all it would take was a little bit of blood sequencing. On the other? This was living. It was alive. It couldn’t live on its own, but Peter was keeping it alive and healthy in the cold tube.

He swallowed thickly as he picked it up and twisted it in his fingers. “C’mon. Just don’t mess it up this time. Don’t mess it up like you did with yours… don’t… don’t screw it up, Pete. Then it’ll be humane, right?”

He realized he was… shaking. He set the vial down and moved back to his desk. He slumped down and sighed heavily. “Fuck.” Humanity. Inhumane. Ethics. All of those damn rules.. what would Mr. Stark say?

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