Black Widow

Would you like to play a game?

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drew some triumphant skins

[lcpdog]

@dark–lips, @black-wxdxw

[black-wxdxw]

lcpdog:

❝ Come on now, did you already forget WHY I lost my sight? Why both my eyes are useless? It happened because of you, all because of you. Did you forget I agreed to stay close to your spider friends because they protected you? Did you forget what sacrifice I have done for you, you ungrateful piece of… everything is your fault because you can’t do ONE thing right. You couldn’t just leave me alone, could you? You HAD to mess with my laboratory, my inventions, you always had to do something stupid and childish because that’s what you are. A stupid, irresponsible child with way too much power on his hands. ❞ Despite his rather miserable situation Moriarty didn’t hold himself back, not even with the danger of Mason leaving him alone which, needless to say, would be the death of him as soon as the dusk turned into night; the queen would come for him and it would have been anything but pleasant.

But Moriarty was way more hot-headed than to truly consider that Mason would do it, he would leave him alone, even if it was something against the queen’s wish. The demon cared more about logic than feelings - no matter how much he hated someone, if it was his duty or just simply beneficial and the most reasonable decision to work with that someone he would have done it. For him simple logic overwrote everything else - letting the steam out on the kid… he couldn’t believe simply because of that the spider would leave him for dead. The demon’s stream of thoughts was interrupted with a sudden, sharp pain on his forehead, he groaned in surprise, hissed as he reached to feel the fresh wound. It wasn’t something terrible but whatever it was it clearly left a mark on him, Moriarty felt his blood dripping down from his eyebrow. A couple of inches lower and his vision would have been permanently gone. The fool.

❝ Aren’t you just the stupidest, pettiest insect? You seem to be so ready to screw it up again despite the possible consequences! Would you really leave me alone purely because daddy was mean to you? Should I remind you the queen took us here because we turned against each other? What do you think she would do if you left me alone? She would make your survival twice as hard, she could send a giants after you, you would have no rest. Is it worth your petty little revenge on me? See? You really are just a dumb little kid in the end, all you have is your nasty friends, without them you are nothing. Without them you can’t do anything. You wouldn’t make it. Hah… maybe the queen would just… replace spiders with pigs and watch how well you do without me and your playmates. ❞

Mason was read to leap at the fellow shadow and claw his eyes out for good, maybe turn his neck to ribbons in the process. He wouldn’t mind killing him, it wouldn’t be permanent, but he also didn’t need to deal with whatever happened to Moriarty after his death. Would he turn into a ghost? Would he just come back? Mason couldn’t tell just what the Queen had planned for them and he didn’t want to find out so soon. Still, leaving Moriarty to die would at least give him time to look for a base and a place to possibly try to survive from. He had done this so many times, over and over, again and again. He could handle it, even if the Queen did make the world harder, he’d be ready for it. “You forget how easily I used to kill giants? How you’d just sit back and watch while we did all the work? We didn’t even need my spiders, so don’t you dare sit there and think we couldn’t handle ourselves... but you? You won’t even last a night. You’re blind, stupid, and you’ve already gotten yourself hurt. You think I care if she turns everything into pigs? Ha, all that means is more meat in the end! We don’t need you, we never needed you, and I definitely don’t need you insulting us. You think I care if the Queen wants us to work together? Let her kill us a thousand times, it’ll just be like it used to. Good luck surviving tonight, you’re going to need it.” Mason already began to turn marching away with his bundle of sticks, only the sound of his footsteps to really indicate he was moving away. Mason didn’t care about Moriarty, he didn’t care if the Queen wanted them to work together either. He knew she wasn’t stupid, she knew the two of them hated each other, and he also knew she wouldn’t mind having some fun with them. As much as Mason wanted to follow her command, he just couldn’t begin to work with someone as infuriating as that mutt of hers. Besides, he wasn’t the only one to blame, Moriarty wasn’t making it easy to work with him either.

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lcpdog:

❝ Useless? Me? Ohoho, you wish, kiddo. You have been in my lab enough to know, unlike you, I’m not useless. I’ve done plenty. Maybe not good, definitely not good for the survivors but I have created much. Even as a survivor. While you had fun with your spider friends and made them do the dirty work I was actually working on making our lives better. And what did you do? Moping, that was all you did while your spiders got your back. You are just a child, whining, because that’s all you can do on your own. I survived just well without you. Calling me useless only proves your stupidity. ❞ An immediate impulse response without thinking of his own situation and how miserable he was. Even if he wasn’t useless before he was now for sure. The demon made an attempt to step away from the gate on his own, it was but a couple of horribly uncertain steps. Even with his anger making his mind numb Moriarty had to realise he was dead meat without Mason. He could do absolutely nothing until the effects of the poisonous gas were gone and he could see again enough to do something. Anything. But it was a matter of days and he had no chance to survive on his own. The only question was what would take him sooner - a monster or Charlie herself when the night came.

❝ I loathe you, Mason, ❞ Moriarty groaned, his voice was unusually pained, he was clearly in agony and not only physically. ❝ But I’m not in the position to choose who I want to survive with. It’s you or death, we both know. I can’t see a darn thing… so listen here and listen good. You help me until I get my vision back and then… then we will see… haha, quite literally, as I will have my vision back. Trust me, I hate this as much as you do if not more but this is my only chance…  …and you wouldn’t leave daddy alone, would you? ❞

Mason bit their tongue as Moriarty continued to insult him. Please, just because he used spiders to help him fight didn’t mean anything. It’s not as if he ever got his hands dirty, killing Koalefants, finding the Glommer, Chester, and hell, even killing the Dragonfly all on his own. Moriarty could sit and insult them all he wanted, Mason wouldn’t stop him, but that didn’t mean his words wouldn’t continue to add fuel to the fire. He was trying his hardest to ignore Moriarty’s words, he had to focus on getting shelter and finding a place for camp before it got too later, he didn’t have time to waste on that pathetic excuse for a dog, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but grow angrier and angrier as Moriarty continued to open his stupid mouth. Mason had almost snapped a few twigs in half by the time he decided to search for flint. They were already beginning to slowly move away from the other as they continued to search for supplies, not caring whether Moriarty took notice or could even follow. They didn’t need Moriarty either, they did fine on their own. They might have died once before, but it wasn’t as if he did any better. He was already quite a few feet away when Moriarty began to open his mouth again. Mason had thought it would just be more of his weak insults, but when Moriarty called himself dad, he immediately whipped around, not even bothering to aim before he flung the piece of flint in his hand at the other. “Shut up! Just shut up,” Mason nearly shrieked, “You think you can just stand there and insult us like that? Call us worthless? You think you have any right to do so? Just look at yourself- oh! Wait you can’t do that, can you? You can’t look at anything! If anything’s worthless, it’s you and your stupid, blind eyes! You think we need you? We never needed you. You were just something to talk to that wasn’t myself, but, hey! Now we don’t even need you for that!” With his new shadow abilities, Mason allowed himself to finally know the speech of spiders. All their hisses and spitting were now just words to him. He didn’t need anything from Moriarty now. He never needed him, not once did he ever sit there and think he’d ever need Wilson. Moriarty shouldn’t kid himself, Mason was the reason he managed to survive so long, able to focus on his stupid science and all his stupid, broken inventions. “You know what, dad? Don’t all kids need to leave eventually? Don’t we all just grow up and move on? We think it’s about time we did that. We don’t need you, not anymore. Hope you don’t miss us too much,” Mason hissed, already beginning to turn away with his arms full of the sticks he managed to collect. They didn’t need Moriarty, he was a blind, useless weight that would do nothing but eat their food until maybe he began to see again and even then he’d probably just sit and complain. Mason definitely didn’t need that.

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lcpdog:

@black-wxdxw couldn’t live without blind Moriarty.

❝ How am I supposed to stay alive like this?! ❞

Well, it clearly wasn’t the queen’s problem when or how the blinded demon will manage to cooperate with the cause of his misery. Having only one good eye was something Moriarty has been used to for a long time now - ironic how the cause of that was the spider as well.

Moriarty felt betrayed, he knew it would be no trouble for Charlie to fix his eye, with the power she had she was unstoppable but her majesty seemed to have other plans and Moriarty got no explanation.

It was just them now, him and Mason by floral postern, Moriarty with one hand was clinging to it, his only support in the darkness he was forced on.

❝ You worthless vermin. ❞ The demon hissed toward where he suspected Mason to be, his empty glance however was on a nearby tree. ❝ This is all your fault! How many?! How many times I told you to stay the hell out of my laboratory?! I would strangle you with my bare hands if that wouldn’t get me killed! ❞ Fury was clearly fuelling his words - he needed this. Moriarty had to let the steam out before he could have been able to the smallest attempt of cooperation. ❝ Congratulations, genius, you have just got both of us killed! I hope you are proud of yourself! The biggest accomplishment of your miserable life, you useless insect! ❞

Mason couldn’t believe that of all the punishments the Queen could have forced upon them, throwing them back into the very same world they had conquered so long ago was the worst sort of insult he could ever think of. Stripped of power and pride, the spider twitched in agitation as he stood in front of the Queen’s postern, staring at the rapid dog that stood beside him with all eight of his eyes. It wasn’t as if he planned for it to go this way, it’s not as if he could have expected that whatever concoction the other cooked up would blind him! It wasn’t his problem it did either, whether they caused it or not. Moriarty should have known better than to try to keep them out or at the very least learn to be more observant of his oh-so precious lab. If he really cared that much, he’d have tried so much harder to keep them out. Crossing their arms as he listened to the other’s complaints, he gave a low hiss as the other continued to insult him. He might have laughed seeing Moriarty rant and rave to a nearby tree, but Mason was too preoccupied with being irritated to even consider smiling at the prospect. “You’re yelling at a tree, stupid,” Mason replied, “You’re one to talk about being useless! What have you ever done in your life that could even be considered good, huh? What, you sit in that stupid lab of yours all day and do nothing! Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Mason didn’t need another fight right now, what they needed was to focus on not instantly dying to whatever Charlie might have sent after them. Mason was... familiar with all this, familiar with thinking about shelter, food, survival. He hated this, he hated being back her, especially back here with the stupid mutt. Whether Moriarty continued to rant wasn’t any of his concern right now, the stupid scientist was blinded. Good for him. Mason instead turned his attention to the area around them, spying a few saplings nearby he could collect twigs from. All they’d need now would be flint and grass and then they could really get to work.

[black-wxdxw]

Bold what applies to your Muse!

Tagged by; @percival-no-evil

Tagging; Anyone who wants to.

Mason

Broken a Bone | Gotten Stitches | Had a Near Death Experience | ‘Killed Someone’ | Tried and Failed to Kill Someone | Invented Something | Been Hung Over |Kissed Someone |Slow-danced | Been in a Long-term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex and Regretted It | Had a One-night Stand | Had a Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had a Kid |Gotten Married | Self-harmed | Traveled to Another Country |Been in a Play | Received an Inheritance | Been in a Car Wreck | Lost a Loved One | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked |Gotten High | Been Slipped Something in Their Food/drink  | Won a Contest | Won an Election | Joined a Sports Team | Gone Skydiving | Gone ‘Hunting’ | Been in a Band  | Had a Job |Been Fired | Been in a Wedding Party | Owned a Pet | Seen a Ghost | Skipped Class/work | Learned an Instrument | Gotten a Noticeable Scar | Sued Someone | Been Robbed | Been Mugged |Been Kidnapped | Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone More Than One Day Without Eating | Had a Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Seen Someone Die | Attempted Suicide |Been Tied/chained Up | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone |Saved Someone’s Life | Cheated on Someone | Been Cheated on | Has been a Stalker |Been Betrayed | Was a Traitor | Been in a Fight | Been Arrested | Been to a Funeral | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Gotten a Piercing | Gotten a Tattoo | Used a Fake Name | Been Tortured / Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed |Had an Attempt on Their Life | Gotten Away With a Crime | Gone on a Road Trip | Been in Love

[black-wxdxw]

lcpdog:

Apparently the now tested mixture Moriarty managed to create was stronger than what he expected but even like that the dog barked and barked loud but biting was another story - he feared the queen too much to do anything too bad, it was hard to find the balance between being impressive and satisfying and a troublemaker; it would have been pathetic to blame a child but taking responsibility for something that wasn’t his fault… hell, he couldn’t even be responsible for himself!

❝ If that’s what you want then so be it! ❞

There was a horrible wheezing sound already but the demon was too pissed than to pay attention to it, he stubbornly ignored the painful reminder of his mortal body and made his way toward the shelves - of course he couldn’t reach him but his shadows could. Or just one, really, one that moved more freely than him, especially in such condition. A jar with something pitch black inside was grabbed and Moriarty laid his back against the shelf for support as he opened it up; it was filled nightmare fuel and the demon took a handful of them, downed them within seconds - the consistency of it was almost sickening but Moriarty never cared much about it, they were powerful enough to create his double made of shadows. For a few second it looked like a dark aura was surrounding the demon but then it was separating from the flesh and bone body but keeping the shape of the scientist - it didn’t have his own will, it was Moriarty who had to pull the strings, for now. An unfinished project, though not original but still rather useful… and it wanted blood.

❝ You will regret the day you were resurrected you vermin, I will make you regret! ❞

As Mason watched Moriarty drag his damaged body towards the book case and take a jar off, his grin began to fade. He couldn’t help but be slightly disgusted at what he saw, Moriarty swallowing the contents whole. Nightmare fuel, just revolting. His grin began to fade more, turning into an irritated frown as he watched a shadowy imitation of the other peel itself off his body and stand next to him, waiting for orders to be deliver. “That’s... that’s not fair!” Mason protested, starting to back up towards the lab door. Fine, if Moriarty wanted to play that kind of game, so be it! If he wanted to change up the playing field, he could do nothing but adapt to it. Moriarty gave himself a helper? Fine! Mason would just use his spiders! He’d... just need to get to them first, of course. “Fine! If you want to play the game that way, fine! We’ll just get our spiders! Have fun dealing with them!” Mason stuck out their tongue at Moriarty before turning towards the doorway and making a beeline straight towards it. He didn’t want to get caught by that shadow copy, even if he knew Moriarty couldn’t kill him or anything. He still didn’t need to get into a fight with it, but maybe if he made Moriarty keep up the game long enough, he’d get too tired to keep on playing. He was already struggling to breathe and bleeding an awful lot... Mason would just need to play a game of tag.

[black-wxdxw]

@dark--lips || Spiders aren’t our only friends.

Despite not being present, word of the little... ‘disagreement’ traveled fast, especially when you had a web like Mason. Even the smallest of spiders would run to him in an instant with news and today the news was one of drama, suspense! Queen Charlie and Mal had once again been at each other’s throats, but it appeared this time the Queen hadn’t done anything to him. Physically, at least, but that wasn’t always better. Mason knew how worse it could be. While he might have been a Triumphant, he still had some minor personality points he shared with his past self and one was actively caring about his friends. While he didn’t yet know if the mime considered them to be a friend, Mason at least liked them. That was something, at least. The spiders had told him Mal had left the throne room in a hurry, probably to both escape from Charlie and due to his anger at them all, but his spiders were always observant. Even if Mal tried to hide, Mason would discover him eventually. Spiders were just like that. As Mason crept over towards the mime, now beginning to wonder if it was even wise to approach him. He left to be away from everyone, right? 

“Uh, excuse us,” Mason called out, though his voice was quiet, “Mr. Mal?... Are you... are you all right?”

[noxportentum]

When Maxwell gets rekt just right.

[black-wxdxw]

'kiss' + "lcpdog"

“You’re the scum of the Earth and we hate you.”

[heart-beat-hinata]

Send 'kiss' + "someones url" and I'll kiss whoever they are.

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heart-beat-hinata:

[royalxkings-blog]

want to play with a black widow?

others | revamped

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lcpdog:

After all the trouble he had been through finally the scientist was back to what he was supposed to do, back in his laboratory to mess around until he managed to create something the queen would sure like. Moriarty wanted to impress her badly and for that he was willing to give up on vital things like eating or sleeping - unless the negative effects were distracting him from his work. Moriarty carefully contained his new, untested mixture in a glass bottle and set it aside, he desperately needed a little break; one bad move could have led to a catastrophe. Exactly because of that he should have been a slightly more cautious.

With a couple of stolen cookies Moriarty returned to his natural habitat, carelessly munching, not being aware of the unwanted guest, the demon was not rested enough to notice such things as his cages, growling hounds, They do this all the time, he thought as he was getting his coat back on himself. Time to work, his new project was not ready yet.

Those incompetent morons will have no idea what has hit them! Since when the swamp’s air is poisonous and unbreathable? Oh yes, since a real genius is working the realm and not a throned monkey like Max-not-so-well.

Moriarty’s mouth twitched into a momentary but rather satisfied smile as he was holding and examining the contained horror, right before his guest revealed themselves. The ridiculously unsafe bottle landed right on the tiles of the laboratory and the brownish-greenish gas was mixing with air - too fast, way too fast, not as how Moriarty has planned before, but oh well, did he know he would be the test subject.

The gas was burning the demon’s eyes, his windpipe felt like it was on fire, the dose was concentrated but he hasn’t breathed in too much. The only problem was the way Moriarty messing around earlier - the reactions of a smaller dose would make the subject cough and gasp which meant inhaling even more of it, easily fatal if one didn’t act fast.

The shadow was squeezing the collar of his coat to his face, desperately tried to get out of the growing coloured cloud, already wildly coughing. Mason, that insect bastard, of course! Who else! Even through his tears he could see the spider, avoiding the gas like it wasn’t much of a big deal.

❝ I’m going to fucking slit you open! ❞ Moriarty snarled but this time the sharp teeth of his were painted with blood.

Ha, what a stupid ‘genius’ of a scientist!  It wasn’t as if he was invisible and those dumb dogs of his were even snarling at him! Wasn’t their fault the shadow was so incompetent. Something just never change, do they? He still had Wilson’s habit of being an unobservant waste of space. At least he remembered to eat this time. Dancing away from the obviously poisonous cloud, Mason put some distance between the two as Moriarty gasped and clawed for breath before then deciding to turn those bloody fangs on him. Good look for him, they thought. Pained and bloody! Mason barred his own fangs, but not in a snarl. Instead they replied with a toothy grin and a giggle, laughing at the other’s misfortune. He needed a test subject, right? What better subject could you ask for than yourself?

“Ha, we’d like to see you try! Come on, try and catch us!”

Like Moriarty would get far, they thought. He was already probably melting on the inside, evident enough by the blood in his mouth. So what if he used his shadows? Mason could use them too. Mason didn’t even need shadows to get away, just a little pit of sticky silk and maybe a spider or two and they’d be home free. An unbalanced game of tag was all it’d be to him.

[black-wxdxw]

Due to the shadows twisting both their body and mind, Mason as adopted a more... spider-like attitude to survivors. While he loves to play with his food, when he grows bored, Mason has no qualms against wrapping survivors up in a cocoon and storing them for later, slowly eating them alive.

[black-wxdxw]

While Webber couldn’t directly understand spiders but understood their actions, much like how you could recognize a cat’s meow begging for food but not know what its actually saying, Mason can understand them fine and they’ll whisper all that they’ve seen to him. Perfect spies is what spiders are.

[black-wxdxw]

@lcpdog

[black-wxdxw]

@lcpdog can’t escape our web!

Patient. They were very patient. Spiders were always very patient, sitting in their intricately woven webs all day, waiting for precious little insects to get entangled in the sticky silk. While this spider wasn’t waiting for a spider to creepy into his trap, he was waiting for a dog. Perching themselves up in one of the corners of the room, they kept themselves hidden from the little dog’s view as they waited for their victim to come into the lame and attend to all his science. While he’d completely deny it, Mason was always fond of watching the shadow scientist work on his morbid experiments. Fusing two dogs together was always a blast to watch! It wasn’t too long before they began to hear footsteps approach the lab and the two immediately went still, all their eyes focused on the door as it began to open and Moriarty soon stepping inside, completely oblivious to their presence. Good, that was very good. The surprise would be absolutely ruined if he discovered them! Waiting quietly, patiently, the spider watched as the scientist got to work on whatever his new endeavor was. Mason watched as Moriarty mixed different, probably deadly, liquids together in test tubes, vials, and other sorts of glass containers. He didn’t care what he was doing, all Mason was interested in was his little plan. Mason watched the scientist move around, eventually nearing his hiding place. Waiting for the perfect chance to strike, right when Moriarty passed beneath them, Mason’s smile spread open into a toothy grin as he took a deep inhale. “Boo!”