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“Traffic… Then the wind…” Parasite spoke. They seemed to calm down a bit as they closed their eyes. They let out a long exhale (or, at least, they made the same noise as an exhale and moved their body up and then down in a breathing fashion. They didn’t exactly have lungs, but the effect was still calming).

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.

“Oh! Your hosts, you mean?”

Parasite perked up at that, seemingly much more engaged in the conversation and no longer half zoned out as they heard the mention of VICE’S host (One would think that the mention of something so sensitive would make Parasite offended, but oftentimes it had quite the opposite effect).

“Well, Recluse and Bluejay sound like very nice people. Keep them safe and close, if you can.”

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!”

I think being Ukranian I grew up seeing all those beautiful foxes from Soviet Cartoons and for that reason I just never really got the hype about Nick Wilde. He's like nothing to me. That, and his stance on abortion.

@official-buckybarnes WHAT DOES IT MEAN THERE’S TWO OF THEM NOW???

Bucky, in his apartment: *drinking his morning coffee while watching the news*

*News broadcast showing Joaquin going after two missiles and Sam surfing on another one while getting shot at*

Bucky, slowly putting down his cup and staring at the TV blankly: ... Oh my god, there's two of them.

I had to draw him in that family guy death pose after seeing the thunderbolts trailer 😭🤣

“I can do either, as long as I’m partially out like right now. Right now though, I’m talking out loud. You should be able to tell when I’m talking out loud or in your head, though.”

Parasite shifted around again, before speaking up, their voice echoed and faint, both quiet and loud at the same time.

“This is what it should sound like when I’m talking in your head.”

*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.

Bitches love reblogging this post every Tuesday the 18th

I’ve heard similar things too! Also something about eating an “elongated muskrat”. All I know is that muskrats taste good, and rich people also taste good, so it should taste twice as good!

Mrrr!

(Someone told me that we should eat rich people because they taste good!)

:D

parryyyyyyyyy! i miss u :(

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Oh, hello!! Hey!! How are you doing?

YO

SYMBIOTE IRONMAN

You know what? Biomech’s your iron man suit