Everyone Arguing In Russian While John And Ava Look Awkwardly At Each Other:

Kinda? I mean not really but like I’ve heard about you from Miles and also the Peter B incident and you are quite literally the ONLY Deadpool I am aware of in this and surrounding universes.

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

No problem, though, like I said, I’m not sure.

I’ve also heard that they might be trying to revive him though. I’m not sure how.

What's going on with Peter? I disappeared for like a week and people are freaking out. What's up? Please explain

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“Fair enough. Unfortunately the flesh was rotting too much- and i felt a bit guilty too. Probably that last part, actually.”

Another of our kind, fascinating, to think others share our idea!

@rage-the-symbiote aka a @wasteland-squog-baby side blog

“Oh, hello! You’re a symbiote too, I see! It’s always such a pleasure to meet another of our own kind.”

“Yes! I’ve met a couple others myself, though, admittedly, we are a bit far and few these days. Most of us tend to stay hidden, though. Many of the people here don’t tend to react well to differences.”

Parasite grinned, before their expression got a bit more worried, almost concerned.

“Your kin were killed?”

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”

"Sam, you are not going to believe how exponentially badly my day is going."

"Probably not as badly as mine, Buck"

Uhhhh intro post wooooo yay

RP/main blog: @parasite-the-symbiote

Repost/casual blog: @that-annoying-raven-the-sequel

Uhh anyways

SOME GROUND RULES

THIS USER DOES NOT CONSENT TO HAVING THEIR ART OR WRITING USED IN ANY AI PROCESSING OR TO FEED AI DATA AT ALL, NO EXCEPTIONS! I’m trying to learn to use webglaze and nightshade, so even if you don’t care about my consent, take that as a warning and leave.

Any and all art I upload here is copyrighted, and anybody who wants to use my art for something must ask first, and if I say no, then that means no.

Secondly, no asking for commissions. Just no. Please don’t. You can send in a request though “ask me anything!”, but don’t spam me. I have the right to not draw it or to take my time considering I’m making the art for free, and I usually only draw anthro or feral characters anyways, so no asking for humans. Also, no NFSW asks.

Any bots will be blocked. I support Palestine, but any asks to help Palestine will be blocked as more often than not, they are just scammers that are trying to feed off of the pain of innocents to get some quick cash.

Finally, don’t be an ass. Yes, my art and writing may be ass at times, I know. Don’t offer constructive criticism unless I explicitly ask for it.

Uhhh anyways have a good day and drink water. Don’t die.

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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Hey Clint. Just wanted to check up on you. Are you doing?

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