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@streakofsilver-blog1
officially inactive (for how long? donât know) If you see this, then I havenât come back to this blog and potentially wonât. I still write Pietro on occasion, and you can reach me at these blogs if youâd like to continue any sort of interaction: @itsybitsyspiderboy @notaparasite
Iâm not sure that Iâll keep this blog! I canât seem to get into the character after what happened with my last Pietro blog. I have active RP blogs though, if anyone wants to talk to me!
I wanted to do drafts today but I got back from the circus training and am exhauuusted, forgive my inactivity :c
im too stubborn to die
I wanna see my little boy~
rolcplaycrâ:
âPietro -â Caitlin stepped forward as Barryâs eyes flickered to the arm on his shoulder, âCan I get you back over here for a - minute?â she gestured to him, seeing the danger that was here. Barry felt his teeth scraping his lip, twisting his head away and exhaling sharply as he did his best to not lose it, donât lose it, fuck do not lose it - he could feel saliva pooling in his mouth. He was so hungry.
âBarry, why donât you run to coastal city and get us some pizzas?â she suggested, reading his face quite right. He shot her a look of relief, turning, already absolutely ready to get the hell out of here. His stomach snarled. Eyes flickered black. He stumbled, putting a hand on the wall, hissing ever so slightly -
âBarry! Go!â
Pietro looked up when his name was called out, but he end up looking back towards the other speedster. He wanted to make sure Barry was alright, but clearly he was anything but that. The way he moved, the way he breathed... Hang on, was that a tooth? Pietro frowned and tilted his head downwards, trying to get a good look at Barryâs mouth. When Caitlin asked that he go get pizza, the silver mutant almost let it go.. but then the other stumbled. There was no way he would let Barry run that far in his current state. âWhat the hell, Caitlin? Heâs not okay!â He grabbed Barryâs wrist and pulled him back to himself, holding him tightly. âYouâre not going anywhere.â He reached and pushed Barryâs upper lip up, frowning at the sharp canines... No, the fangs. âYouâre a vampire... Youâre a vampire??â His eyes widened, but he still didnât let go.
Nightmare
pizzaxndsadnessâ:
âUgh,â Chase grunted. Pietro was being annoying, but Chase wasnât about to roll over for it. He shoved himself out of the bed and grabbed his jacket. Fine. Heâd just go deal in the library then, place some game and wait for morning.
The speedster was annoyed now, angry even. He got up, grabbed Chase by the arm, and yanked him back to the bed. âDonât bother.â He glared, moving away from him, âIâm leaving.â He grumbled, heading out the door.Â
Nightmare
pizzaxndsadnessâ:
âAnd when did I say that bullshit?â Chase ground his jaw. The truth was, he hadnât been thinking that, nothing so active a thought as this guy cares. It was stupid, but having it shoved in his face still hurt. âFuck off, Maximoff. If Iâm not telling my friends, why the fuck would I tell you? Why would I tell you anything when youâre threatening me?â
The speedster frowned, looking at him. Every inch of him wanted to just leave Chase to his nightmares and solitude, but he wanted to be a good friend. he had to work on being a good guy, seriously. âFine. Iâll go back to sleep then.â He lied heavily across Chase, stretching as much as he could to make himself about as annoying as possible.
Drafts at 0!
ask cont. (Poisoned)
forthewinnâ:
Winn smiled as he looked over at Pietro, chuckling to himself. âYou donât have to buy me Star Wars tickets, if anything I should be buying them for you. You kinda are saving my life, and I can already tell that you arenât a big fan of any of this.â Closing his eyes for a moment, Winn caught his before before talking.
âYouâre a speedster?â He asked without opening his eyes. Of course he should have gathered that with how quick they got here, but he assumed it was the poison messing with his head. âI can tell you where but if you get shot donât blame me.â He said as he pulled out his phone, pulling up the building where the DEO ran, most people assuming it was the FBI. âItâs really secure, make sure you tell them I sent you if you somehow get spotted.â
Pietro grinned at the chuckles, glad to see him smile despise all this. He had to admit he wasnât having any fun, but he didnât hate this.. He just wasnât huge on dealing with dying people. âWhat, no. Iâm buying you movie tickets and youâre buying me dinner, so itâs fair. And dude, really? Spending my friday night helping a poisoned dude throw up and trying to keep him from dying? Clearly thatâs my favourite thing to do.â He grinned, winking at him. âGotcha.â He nodded, looking at him, then at the phone. âIf you die while Iâm gone, Iâm gonna kill you.â He mumbled, touched his forehead, then he pulled a blanket over him before running off. It took the speedster a good 3 minutes to come back with the ingredients he needed, grumbling. âYou have high up friends with lots of guns, man.â He handed him the little bag heâd used to carry things.Â
forthewinnâ:
The cold air send shivers through him, Winn trying his best to hold it in as he sat so close to the taller. He wouldnât deny that he was slightly warmer, and he knew that sharing body heat was the best thing for them right now. âWell Iâm going to keep thanking you, you did a lot of things that most people wouldnât have. Especially for a stranger.â
The steps were a struggle, and he knew that he wasnât good at pretending like they werenât. Still he kept with it, reminding himself that it was one step after another. âLetâs give it a shot.â He said as he looked at the door, trying to think of ways to get the lock opened. He remember back when Alex taught him how to pick a lock, and he was hopeful that he could remember it. âI might be able to pick it.â
Pietro blinked his eyes to fight the dizzy feeling, looking at Winn with a tired grin. If they were to freeze to death, at least he would be doing it with his signature smug attitude. And a handsome hacker. What more could a guy want? Oh, I donât know, to not die?
With how fun it was to climb a flight of stairs with frozen limbs lungs that just wouldnât cooperate, he almost forgot that Winn was a fucking badass motherfucker who could pick god damn locks. âAre you serious? Will you marry me?â He groaned and grinned, then looked through his pockets and pulled out a piece of metal that had random designs printed on. âDoes this work? I found it the other day, thought it was neat so I kept it.âÂ
Nightmare
pizzaxndsadnessâ:
âNothing is unconditional,â Chase said, voice flat and unnerved. âNothing. Not your patience. Not anything. Youâll need to sleep, to eat. To work, whatever it is, and skipping out to annoy me, that wonât last. And I donât want anything from you. Iâm really more disturbed over how this got you so curious.â
Pietro grinned and folded his arms, âAwww you think I care. Thatâs really cute, man. âCause I donât give a damn shit what you say. Until you finally spill your damn beans. Preferably before I just call my friend over to read your mind and freaking tell me.â He raised an eyebrow, shrugging. âYou can be disturbed all you damn want, man. Iâm still gonna be curious. And worried.âÂ
Overworked
rolcplaycrâ:
Oh, he knew he was being an idiot. Pushing himself until the raw speed had started to rip him apart, even the speedforce unable to prevent the movement from sheering his lungs apart. But he was already healing, even as Pietro leant in and wiped his face clean. Exhausted eyes looked at the other. When he was lifted, Barry groaned just slightly, coughing again - more blood dripping over his lip. He clenched his jaw, surprised the other could even lift him, but many were surprised that Barry could lift people.
He was breathing better by the time they stopped again. Swallowing back the last of the blood instead of having to spit it up, Barry could feel his body knitting together. He needed food. No stranger to passing out, body always furiously desperate for calories.
âWhoâre you?â it felt more than time enough to ask.
Pietro looked at the speedster, frowning a little. If he didnât know that Barry was who he was, and what his powers were (so long as they resembled his) and what they did, he would have thought he was dying. But he knew that wasnât true, because he knew what he was capable of. He needed calories, and fast, but so long as he got to eat and rest, Pietro knew heâd be okay. He arrived at a nearby motel and, using his speed, got a key from the front desk and got his new friend into a room and down onto a bed.Â
âYour lord and saviour.â He mumbled, joking, as he looked through the minifridge that was in the room. He pulled out every bit of food it had, including the mini sandwiches and cut veggies. âAlright, not any lord, but currently your saviour Iâd say.â he grinned, looking over. âMy nameâs Pietro. Iâll get you better food once you get something on your stomach.â
Pietro: Here I am!
Scott: You bring anything useful?
Pietro: Obviously. Got twinkies, water, rope, and daddy issues.
Scott: What?
Pietro: dirty tissues.
Touch Starved Meme
My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-
â¤ď¸ - Hug my muse from behind đ - Ruffle my museâs hair âď¸ - Hold my museâs hand đŞ - Pick my muse up đ- playfully poke my muse âď¸ - Write something on my muse đ - Kiss my muse on the cheek đ - Playfully headbutt my muse đ - Lick my muse đ - Cover my muse in multiple kisses đ - Give my muse a backrub đ¤ - Cuddle up to my muse đś - Quietly lean against my muse đ- Boop my muse on the nose âď¸- Playfully punch my muse đ - Playfully shove my muse đ - Bury their face in my museâs chest
Riiiight, Intern. Sure.
spider-with-a-suitâ:
The teen ran a hand through his hair nervously as he was interrogated by the other and met his eyes with widened ones.
What do I do what do I do-
âOkaaaay you got meâ He droned giving a faulty smile as he did a quick check around them. âIâm Spider-Manâ he admitted in a whisper leaning closer so the guy could hear him clearly.
âItâs a secret though-please donât tell anyoneâ he pleaded concerned that his cover could be this easily blown.
Pietro didnât look surprised at all, staring at him without a hint of a fuck to give. He knew there was something about this kid that was odd, and Spider-Man appeared pretty much at the same time. And then he burst into laughter. âShouldnât it be spider-boy? I mean, have you met a mirror? I know a few, I can introduce you to a good one.â He grinned, winking playfully at him.Â
Rule breaker
@blue-demon-vanish
Kurt yawns as he clings to his friend and looks up at him, making sure he was looking human. He just wanted some time with the speedster and didnât realize how late it was.
âHey Pietro, Nah Iâm fine man. Just decided to try and prank you.â He teases with a yawn. âI knew you would catch me but why arenât you in the room? Itâs after curfew technically.â He looks up at him, not really caring about breaking curfew.
Pietro grinned and wrapped his arms around him, raising an eyebrow at the yawning. Clearly Kurt needed to sleep more, and he would gave to do something about that.Â
âPrank me?â He laughed and shook his head. âI canât be pranked. Iâm the prank master!â The rest of the otherâs words made him smirk, as if he ever actually paid attention to the rules. âYou know I never obey, Kurt.â
