⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ₜ 𝐡ᵂ ⁱ 𝒑 !

@kraevinov  [his strength—the littlest of what he had left—was shattering. shattering fast.  it was humiliating.  he was trying so hard to keep his father’s image. to prove that he was worthy to wear the mask.  but he was human. a human who hurts—who hates.  who had the urge to kill.  there was no need for the symbiote this time to show what he was really feeling.  winston was doing that all on his own.    he hated him.   he did]    f-fuck you..    [its spoken in a way that brings disbelief to himself—he isn’t so sure he’s even speaking.  until the anger is boiling deep in his stomach,  burning his throat like dragon fire—a volcano ready to explode] FUCK YOU,   KRAVEN!   [his voice rattles with dangerous anger—a sound the unsettles him. he doesn’t feel the way the symbiote had him—he feels worse.  nerves burning,   muscles taut.  and a shake in his bones he couldn’t get rid of.   adrenaline.    the spider lunged.  despite the pain,  despite the fatigue—despite the urge to curl up and cry, he lunged. an unrecognizable snarl on his face]     YOU HEAR ME?  I’LL KILL YOU MY GODDAMN SELF. 

pathetic?    ha!    *    loud,    guffawing laughter fills the rain-wet air between them,    &    kraven's head is thrown back in obnoxious amusement.    who is this child,    to announce who is    &    isn't pathetic,    when his lip quivers    &    eyes grow bloodshot with unshed tears?    a nobody,    is who.    he retreats his hand from the jaw,    then grins.    *    he let me win,    did he?    he let me win when i stuck him in the chest with my blade?    is that what you believe?

@kraevinov ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[ the scab of the wound is ripped from his skin and stepped on. it still aches,    crumbling underneath all that weight he placed on it just to hold on a little longer—to keep himself sane.    the spider jerks his head away, bangs of sweat and blood flinging across his face,   clinging to damaged skin.    his chest feels tight. a familiar feeling that he hates,  if he cries..    then he really has lost ]    ..  you don’t know shit about me—or him.      if anything, he / let / you win.  .. that doesn’t make you a hunter.  it makes you pathetic.

@websriot ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀barney.. (??)  nope—not gonna unpack that.      

/    brit

``You’re honored?``   (*   He squints behind the mask like he’s trying to process it, one hand coming up to rest on his hip.   )   ``Man, I just threatened you. That’s not usually how people respond.``   (*   He gestures vaguely with his mechanical arm.   )  ``Do I need to work on my intimidation? Be honest.``
            
            (*   Then, after a perfectly-timed pause:   )   ``…Is it the arm? It’s the arm, isn’t it. It’s too shiny. Damn thing’s making me look approachable.``   

@webwaerden ⁽  ✩  ⁾   oh!   uh—— [BENEATH THE MASK, HIS EYES ARE WIDE.  AND THE LENSES OF THE METAL MASK HE WEARS FOLLOWS WITH A 0.4 SECOND STALL.   SPIDER-MAN CLEARS HIS THROAT]       i’m honored?

@clawnmark  ⁽  ✩  ⁾   from you?     never!——- bye now!

@jrthwip   lottie,  you don’t gotta—— [HE STOPS HIMSELF.   BANDAGED HAND RAKING HIS FINGERS THROUGH MESSY HAIR.  IT FALLS INTO A GRUNT AND LATER A NOD AS HE TAKES THEM]    thank you..  they’re really nice 

@ogblond,     uh——no! no, no! it’s..   i’m sure it’s not a problem, really..  i don’t mind.  

maybe i can write something down, apologize for keeping you preoccupied.   they’ll understand.