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🕷 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐙𝟎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄﹔ a private ⅋ selective original character from the 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻 universe. 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳. 20+ minors ⅋ personal blogs do not interact. established in june of 2023. bit by 𝚝. ⁽ she / her, 26 ⁾ ( 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) 🕷
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# 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 : 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚
why am i so sexy. Everybody wants to stab me
“Yeah, I’m glad I didn’t live back then. I wouldn’t have survived without wifi.” / @spiderz0mbie
the concept of time is lost on death. she's seen it all -- quite literally, from beginning to end -- so the thought of a time even a hundred years ago feels like yesterday. a normal human consciousness would not be able to conceptualize the amount of time she's experienced. rio sorts it behind curtains, of which she does not pull back until she wants to.
a pause as she does so. rio's head tilts, her eyes shifting as though she's suddenly far away. she recalls, in quick flashes and random visions, the time period in which the two of them are discussing. billions of people to bring to the other side.
she blinks back. the museum is in sharp focus now around them once more, back to what it had been seconds ago. sometimes it's easy to forget the actual age difference between them, but as she looks at the soft lines of cass's face, she's instantly reminded of such a thing.
and really, she isn't meant to live this way. isn't meant to be this close to humans in such a way, to know them like this. to discuss these sorts of things. however, she finds she doesn't care as much about it as she probably should. ( sure, it's unnatural, and maybe messing with the whole Order Of Things, but hell. she's lived millions of years, she should be allowed to have SOME things for herself. )
"you're lucky," she replies, turning away from the painting to lead them elsewhere. "it was overrated. they didn't even have a sewage system." she wrinkles her nose, then sighs. "soooooo ..... where's the dinosaurs?!"
The pair stood in front of a large vertical painting by Gustave Moreau. Depicting an unsettling creature with the head of a woman, the body of a lion and wings of an eagle and Oedipus. Dead bodies lay at the bottom of the painting, blocked roads ahead that would only lift if the future king of Thebes answered her riddle. It was a work of art that gave chills down someone's spine. Cass, not wanting to think much on the mythology, thought to herself how much it would've sucked to not have GPS back then.
❝ Well - ❞ Her voice pitches up, hesitant to correct the literal embodiment of Death itself. However her need to be correct quickly overruled any further second guessing. ❝ Babylon had clay pipes and the Romans had The Cloaca Maxima. But, ya know - the fall of Rome happened and people basically threw that sewage stuff out of the window . . . along with other things. ❞
Where's the dinosaurs?
The question was makes the corners of Cassandra's lips raise into a warm closed lip smile and she fights to let out a small giggle. ❝ This is The MET. But, the American History Museum has two halls. One for Ornithischian and the other for Saurischian. Should take us less than minutes to get there. ❞
The woman's eyes light up as she remembers something buried beneath her belongings in the black messenger bag slung around her shoulder. Fingers quickly open the bag. Cass begins digging deep into her heavy bag. Her hand smacks against her journal, books, phone, headphones, band-aids until she finally hits two separate pieces of paper. ❝ We can get in for free. I got this while out on patrol. Saved the museum from a robbery. It's cool how they didn't have to assign a name or somethin' on these. Would've totally killed the whole secret identity thing. ❞
Reblog this post if you don't mind jumping around the timeline for different threads!
"It's not haunted. It's just abandoned."
Creaky floors that hasn't been stepped on for almost one hundred years, stale air followed by dust lining every inch of the home? This place was definitely haunted. Despite getting the heebie jeebies, Cassandra still entered the rotting Victorian home first. The warm summer air outside met an otherworldly chill as soon as she stepped through the broken doorway.
❝ Sam, it's totally haunted. I know you do this for a living - But, I've watched A LOT of Scooby Doo growing up and this says ghouls and ghoulies all over it. Not that I'm complaining. ❞
Cold fingers reach for his larger hand, leading him down the long hallway of the abandoned household. ❝ Thanks for coming with. I've always wanted to know what's inside here. ❞
my writers block has been lifted!
@spiderz0mbie / "What do you know about spider bites resurrecting someone from the dead? Is it normal or did I have an original experience?"
unprompted things / always accepting
The fine line one must walk, indeed, between accuracy of one's art and not invalidating another's experience. Necromancy is, by necessity, knowledge obscured for the sake of its survival, its secrets passed down from master to apprentice for those with the aptitude and fortitude for the rigorous training in both magic and anatomy.
"I should think-" His tone is even. Gentle. Exactly the sort that one uses to soften a blow that's sure to cause the most harm. "That it would be highly improbable naught but a spider bite could achieve a full resurrection."
The act itself - reuniting a soul to the mortal form it has vacated - is, in and of itself, something accomplished with only great difficulty and precise magics. Possible, yes. Likely, no. It's a rare thing, and he says that as a possible candidate for a...Similar procedure.
"Once the mortal functions of the body cease, resuming those functions is nigh impossible. The onset of decay is instant, though at first imperceptible. A soul bound once more to their body in such a fashion, without the proper steps, will...Find the experience rather...Unpleasant."
Trapped in a rotting cage unless the soft tissues are removed, an existence awash in agony, as he's understood it.
He shook his head. "I'm afraid whatever has precipitated your return to physical world is something beyond necromancy as you might understand it or that the average necromancer would be capable of. That it changed you is incontrovertible. That it was the singular cause...If so, it's something my compatriots and I have never seen. Fascinating, to contemplate the implications of such a thing deploying what is incredibly layered and precise magic."
Burdened with filling shoes far too big for her own soles, the information given only left the spider with more questions about her rebirth. For years, the idea of a magic radioactive arachnid bringing her back from the dead was good enough for her. Magic was something better left to Doctor Strange or The Scarlet Witch. Maybe it was best to not question why or who or what brought her back.
Her bruised back rests up against the wall as she recalls back to the first day of her second life. The necromancer was right. Decay would've began the second her skull cracked against the pavement of the facility. What felt like a brief moment lasted days, her body should've already been deteriorating from radiation poisoning and the elements. It wasn't possible to be born again with such abilities from a single bite of a freak spider.
❝ Well, whatever or whoever brought me back has let me do my own thing for now. I think I got lucky. ❞ She finally responds, not intending to go deeper on the subject.
Her footsteps echo as gloved hands reach for an aged book. Gloved fingers gently open the spine to flip through the pages. ❝ Necromancy is pretty cool. How long have you been practicing it? ❞
≻ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽?
𝐊𝐍𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 ; 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇… 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.
stolen from : @buriedabove tagging : you!
Thinking about how chaotic Cass is when she suits up. Her clothes are scattered around the room. She's bumping into things as she zips up her boots, things get knocked off in the process. Despite the extreme rush to change out of her ordinary clothes, she does tend to time herself on how fast she can get into her SZ get up.
I need a backflip contest between Spider-Zombie and Leon Kennedy.
FALLOUT 2.07 The Handoff
𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 ! c
"what's the deal?"
“ I'M GOING TO be so honest right now, i have no idea what you're talking about. ”
❝ What do you mean you have no idea what I'm talking about!? ❞ Spider-Zombie asked pointedly. Gloved hands gesture swiftly to the elephant in the room. The dead body. ❝ There's other ways of handlining these things, ya know? Could've just kicked the shit out of him and made him cry all the way home to his mommy. But, no - you gave the guy more holes than a golf course. ❞
it's the spider's birthday today.
@spiderz0mbie asked: "I'm fine... I'm fine..."
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"Nope not fine, not fine--!!"
It wasn't so much spider sense that made Peter move to grab Cassandra before she could hit the ground as it was personal experience. With that exact line and tone of voice and the mask might have been in the way but he was pretty sure it was the same dazed, far away, unfocused look he got himself before dropping like a sack of bricks on the spot. In one motion, he caught her around the back and pulled her against himself to keep her upright, letting out a breath, "Definitely not fine..." it wasn't the first time either one of them had passed out on the other and it wouldn't be the last either. That didn't mean it felt any better this time than it had before, and the times before didn't stop him from checking for any major, deeply concerning injuries or making sure he could find a pulse on her. That settled, the thing to do was figure out if Peter was going to sit them down on the roof until Cass woke up, or swing them back to whoever's place was closest.
They seemed about the same distance, but he wasn't sure if Poe needed dinner and it wasn't like he had a goldfish or anything to get back to.
After another moment, Peter got as good a grip on her as possible and headed back for her place. Taking the swings slow and easy, keeping half his attention on the city around them and the swing itself, and half of it on Cassandra to gauge if she was waking up yet and if he needed to stop and let her get her bearings again. He didn't notice anything on the trip back, or when he got them both inside through the window. A bit awkwardly with one unconscious body being maneuvered too, but Peter managed before scooping her up into his arms to actually get over to the bed and lay her on it. Pushing her mask up and off her head to check for more injuries before he tugged off his own and tossed it aside, brushing some of her hair back, "Cass?....hey, Cass, you hear me?....Cassandra?" he wasn't ashamed to check that she still was breathing. Just to calm his own nerves before letting out a breath and debate if he should find her first aid kit to patch up the injuries he could see on her.
Only a week has passed since Nightwing warned the other about tanking hits. Unlike a cat, Spiders do not have nine lives. But, that never stopped Cassandra from putting her life on the line every time she puts on the mask. The risk comes with the job . . . along with a good handful of concussions. She felt the breeze of the city skyline against the fabric of her suit as she slipped in and out of consciousness in Spider-Man's arms. By the time she came to her senses again, there was a mattress beneath her and a worried partner above her.
Every muscle ached and her head felt like a crushed grape. With the light of the window, her eyes only opened for a moment to look at the hero. Her gray suit was torn apart by claw marks. The cold air and open wounds made her shiver and instantly wince at the sudden movement. ❝ Head bonk bad. ❞ The white door to her bedroom was opened with a small nudge of a cat's head. Poe, excited to hear his mother's voice quickly climbed the mattress to greet the two spiders. Black ears rapidly flatten and his eyes dilate at the concerning sight. Not wanting to engage completely, the cat sat at the corner of her bed with his tail tucked slightly beneath him. Cassandra attempts to shift against her soft bed, only to be met with intense resistance from her wounds and tense overworked muscles.
❝ Okay, this sucks. ❞
“ i see you made the daily bugle’s front page again, cass. eating people, huh? && here i thought we’d successfully weaned you off the flesh of the living. my disappointment is immeasurable. ” - @circusblud
silence fell between the pair. even with the humorous reference to a certain food reviewer, cassandra wasn't too thrilled that the rumor made it's way to blüdhaven. ❝ jameson needs to get some new material. if he spent one day on tumblr, he would find out that cannibalism is in. ❞ her boot touches down into his bedroom, accidentally stepping on some discarded sweatpants in the process. compared to her quaint queens apartment, dick's interior was considerably messier. the spider bends down to pick up the article of clothing and tosses directly towards him.
❝ wanna go out and kick some butt? i missed the last train back to the city and i'm bored. ❞
