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/  PLEASEEEEE

      /      civ pls! 

/  hero

hero inspiration:  jaime reyes   /  blue beetle  ,  venom  /  eddie brock 

name swap:   JOSEPHINE JONES 

⠀⠀ ⠀ JENNA  E. JONES  [is]  ᵀᴴᴱ ARACHNID     ⠀⠀cursed with the abilities of a spider when an ancient artifact fuses itself with her dna.  producing an array of powerful abilities—including the one that grosses her out the most: organic webs,  organic (additional) arms ..  and pincers.        current intern at the BROOKLYN MUSEUM.          loosely tied to the spider—verse.    written by bree since 2020   alongside @spdr-man    /      visage:     https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8nBoh7D/

/    hi

@likeholy / ?

/ here and @wiccaanways pls! 

[ jack’s head tilts, eyes lit up yet narrowed at the other’s presence. the other’s voice caused a pit to form in his stomach, not out of fear but simply familiarity. he couldn’t put his finger on it, but everything about him felt eerie. it was hard to remember every demon he’d ever encountered. ] i’m a darling in hell— so that isn’t surprising. you, on the other hand— [ he walks over to the demon; the air around him feels thick and hot with a pungent scent of rotting flesh. old demons can be parasitic on the people they possess. Still, some of them enjoyed robbing the living mind of their personhood, trapping them in an endless torture they could only escape once their body dies, are clearly forgettable. [ he turns to face nat, nodding. his hands hold his shoulders, his sleeves drenched in sweat. his eyes close as he starts to incant a spell to force the demon to reveal himself and make it easier to cast him out. ] 

@wiccaanways  [nat’d ignore the physical strain it gave—like energy being pulled from her.  her telekinetic force bound the restraints tighter until they bit into skin—the chains wrapped around metal twice. .  she’ll apologize for it later when it was over…/if/ it was over]  they’re tight enough..  [the demon in it’s vessel reacted.  not with an outburst but with a smile that pulled too far    ‘i know you...’   the voice of it was raw and deep; an unnatural thing that had no place in the body it possessed.   … then the smile dropped.  nat paid no attention to it or tried to.  she turned adjacent to jack instead]    the last time we tried he injured one and almost killed another… if you can’t—[she stops herself and tries again,  remembering who they were] —just don’t fail.  

[ it was surprising to see the state of the place she kept the man, it reeked of sweat and blood, and he could practically feel the walls crumbling at the seems. this had to be a secret— no one could know this man was here or exactly how nat was able to resolve this. ] i can make him talk. [ his voice even and controlled despite the nature of what he was about to suggest. ] the demon inside him is an old one (…) hopefully weak. [ the weaker the demon the less painful it would be to burn through his mind and get answers; and more importantly their true name. ] are those restraints tight enough? 

@dearprey [‘just sore’.  nat accepts the answer with a curt nod, before her own eyes fell down to her hand—fingers awkwardly massaging the space where those thin silver rings she never went without lied absent in that space. she didn’t bring them with her]  i’m sorry i didn’t come sooner.  the society is never late to answer the call—i didn’t do that…i failed you.   

[ he debates on his own response,  brows raising then relaxing.  the door slowly widens on its own as he stands in the doorway. ]    definitely better.  just sore,  is all.  

@dearprey [her smile came and went—almost a nonverbal apology for being here in the first place]    … how’re you feeling?