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[glorypast]

"Venom. Listen. I know we aren't exactly best friends, but we've got a good relationship, right? Maybe not friends, exactly, but friendly. So... Why the hell are you wearing that, and why didn't you just come to me for a costume? I could do so much better." -talonsdesigner

“This?” He shifts his shoulders to show off the jacket with ‘SLASHER’ painted on it in barn red. It looks like maybe a high school kid with deportment problems did the paint job, but he’s proud of it. “What do you mean, Mia? I did pretty good...I think.”

Venom looks down at his costume, forked tongue flicking once. It bumps into the goalie mask and it’s only then he realizes that he’s done so. He’s more flustered than he realizes. 

“Can you fix it?” he asks finally. “Or give me something else, maybe?”

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@talonsdesigner cont’d (x)

Jamison began painting his symbol on the object the other had tried to touch, proving it definitely  was a bomb he had been painting and didn’t want Mia to touch. Why he was so protective over it was no surprise but why would he want to paint it even thought it would be blown up soon enough?

“No touchin’ and it doesn’t matter what it is do not worry about it. You’ll ruin the paint job and all me hard work.”

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@talonsdesigner cont. [ x ]

“I need an obstetrician,” she blurted out, then clapped her hand over her mouth.

Silence. Joe didn’t say a single word. Instead, she just sat there, stared at Mia and blinked a few times. “You need what?!” She asked again, not because she didn’t understand, but because of what exactly the other woman needed.

[spiderscanbehacked-blog]

a moment of weakness- talonsdesigner

6. My muse is all tied up

“What the fuck.”

It wasn’t the most eloquent sentence, but Sombra spat it with enough venom to mask her surprise. This wasn’t the first time she’d been shown internal malice from TALON, but this was certainly one of, if not the most direct way to send a message.

She recognised the room from security footage she’d scoured through to find out exactly what they did to Widow. If she was correct, they didn’t want anything with her right now. Heart hammering, she gave the cuffs an experimental yank. Ankles, then wrists. Neither gave and she turned cursing to press her head to the wall, kicking and seeing if a little extra force might lend a hand in getting her free.

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[thereaperdrawsnear-blog]

"Are you okay? Would you like a hug?"- Talonsdesigner

“Who let you in here? How did-? Never mind. I’m fine, thanks.” The assassin shrugged off the designer.

“Who hired you again?” Gabriel asked, removing his mask and rubbing his forehead. Nonstop interruptions today, it seemed.

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@talonsdesigner cont’d (x)

“Oi have some neosporin on me if ya want that, mate. Roadie makes me always carry it on me since i get into a lot of scraps. But go on- share the details of the fight, sheila!”

He shouted in an excited tone, yes he just met this person who he probably shouldn’t even trust but his only friend was hog. Maybe this person would be nice to him. 

“The name’s Jamison, Jamison Fawkes. Who are ya? Oh- next time yer in a fight call me over i’ll blow the fucka’ up.”

[talonsaconite-archived]

Monopoly is serious business.

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[talonsaconite-archived]

Mia stood in the doorway, clearing her throat to get Joe's attention as she filled out paperwork. "Doctor? I have- um, a favor to ask of you."

Slow day. Nothing much to do. No experiments to conduct. Waiting for test results. Joe sat there and read a few scientific papers and thesis released in the last few weeks, while taking notes and filling out her own paperwork.

That’s when the scientist got interrupted.

Looking up, there stood the person she expected the least. Raising both her eyebrows, she eyed the fashion designer standing in the doorway. Their field of works usually didn’t cross. “A favor?” She hummed a little and put her pen down. “What could you possibly want from me, hm?”

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