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“I… No, no, I’m sorry. I don’t think that’s why you’re sad, I was just saying that- well- a lot of symbiotes do that.”
“I don’t know if it counts as cannibalism. Either way though, plenty of symbiotes eat others, so it’s not exactly unnatural. It’s just what we do to survive. The less you think about it, the better.”
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!”
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!”
YALL
What would you guys do if I just
Ate somebody?
That’d be crazy right
Parasite had no idea how they had managed to get invited here.
How does a symbiote, quite literally named “Parasite” for their history to of being nothing but a curse on all of their past hosts, friends, and everybody, get invited to the birthday party of Bucky “a literal Avenger and President” Barnes??
Either way, they had taken a suit and their current hosts form (they didn’t want to scare anyone by showing up as a literal monster) before eventually arriving a bit late to the party.
They gave a slight nod, almost like a bow. After a moment, they spoke up. “Happy hundredth and tenth birthday, President Barnes.”
The grand halls of the White House shimmered under the golden glow of crystal chandeliers, their light reflecting off polished marble floors. The air buzzed with an easy energy, punctuated by the unmistakable rhythm of Celebration by Kool & The Gang playing in the background. The melody of brass instruments and lively beats set the tone—tonight was a night of joy.
Standing near the entrance, President James Barnes with quiet elegance, dressed sharply in a black tuxedo that fit him like a second skin. The crisp white dress shirt beneath was pristine, the buttons aligned with military precision, and his black bowtie added a touch of old-world charm. A small gold brooch gleamed on his lapel, a memento that meant more to him than he’d ever admit. His watch, understated yet expensive, caught the light with every subtle movement of his hand.
His hair was neatly combed back, though there remained that ever-present ruggedness—something about him that no amount of refinement could erase. The well-groomed beard framed his strong jawline, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the room, carrying the weight of a man who had lived through history yet somehow still found himself here, in this moment, waiting.
A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he shifted his stance, hands sliding into his pockets. It wasn’t every day he invited people to something like this, and part of him wondered if anyone would actually show up. The other part? It told him to relax, to enjoy whatever came next.
The doors stood open, the music played, and the night was just beginning.
Would they come?
Would they celebrate with him?
What he’s wearing:
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Parasite paused, glancing over to where Peter had placed the vial.
“Who’s that?”
They reached over, its eyes wide in an almost entranced state as they stared at the vial. The symbiote didn’t seem similar, but they were curious now. Why did this spider-person have a symbiote? Was it theirs? Had they stolen it?
//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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Tags!: @insomniac-lifestyle @itzzkaylaaa @dam-that-river @under0-0s @thescarleteevee… and anyone else who wants to read or join or do whatever!
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?
—
Tags!: @insomniac-lifestyle @itzzkaylaaa @dam-that-river @under0-0s @thescarleteevee… and anyone else who wants to read or join or do whatever!
I… Am queer, yes. But do not understand the cousin part. I do not have any family, either I was lab made or taken from Klyntar my original parents/home before I could meet them. Either way, I doubt I am your cousin.
I also haven’t drank coffee before (being a creature that doesn’t need normal food), should I? It seems like something humans normal people do, maybe it would help me fit in better…
Rumor has it...
Parasite is the gay cousin
(They also may have almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once)
@parasite-the-symbiote
It pains me to see some of my fellow symbiotes side with the Friends of Humanity. They’ve already made the fact that they’re hostile to symbiotes and skrulls well known.
The second either the public sees past the Friends of Humanities crap or the second they achieve their goals of killing the mutants, they will find a new scapegoat. And like it or not, the scapegoat is gonna be the skrull, the symbiotes, or both. They won’t just stop with the mutants.
The so called “friends” of humanity are not your friends. They will turn on us, you, I can’t believe some symbiotes still support them after everything.
SAVE THE MUTANTS!!!!