“Oh! Your Hosts, You Mean?”

Bonus: Logan later

Logie Bear's already asking to move on to the next level of their relationship

Parasite-Alice smiled at them, but this time, it wasn’t forced.

“Thanks, again.”

Parasite knew that there would be a long way to go before they could be considered friends, but they would figure it out. It brought them a sense of comfort too, knowing where they would most likely be this time of day.

“If you need to find me, I’ll usually hang around midtown west or Lincoln square. Though, a fair warning, I may… Look a bit different.”

And with that, Parasite-Alice started to walk away, pausing to turn around and say, “See you later?”

“Hey, you! Spider…”

Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE

“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”

Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.

Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.

She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.

It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.

"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.

"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.

"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"

No thank you to the first one. The second one seems fine with me, though I sense some sort of an undertone to a deeper meaning to it.

I’ll accept that, though.

can i call u nicknames???? i can’t think of any but ill do some thinking

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Depends. Most nicknames I’m fine with, I’ve taken all sorts of names that weren’t mine. As long as it isn’t something like “face eater” or “chomper.”

❗a tip

you can always make a boring task more interesting by imagining yourself as a creature while doing it

AGRGI GRHEHEGEGRGG

I crave violence (and also tea like some mango-lemonade or mango-strawberry popping boba tea would be really nice right now if anyone has some thanks)

“Yes! I’ve met a couple others myself, though, admittedly, we are a bit far and few these days. Most of us tend to stay hidden, though. Many of the people here don’t tend to react well to differences.”

Parasite grinned, before their expression got a bit more worried, almost concerned.

“Your kin were killed?”

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”

“Agreed. Let’s just wait and see what happens.”

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.

OH SHIT-

Uhhhh, passing the phone to my mutual who’ve sent me an ask or @/ed me in a post

@disappointedwaffles @catz-dagger @wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer @official-buckybarnes @vokis-inn-and-tavern @rage-the-symbiote @bluejayandvice there’s more but I cannot for the life of me remember anything about interactions and have no idea if they count as mutuals or not but oh well fuck it I’ll go back and fixate on how I accidentally excluded my mutuals later

Passing the phone tag game

Rules:

Tag your moots and other random ppl and if any comply they have to reblog with a scenario and tag others

Passing the phone who believes we should respect the fact that marvel gave us a strong independent Aro/ace female character

@immastealyourfood @annathemcuandstlover @thatone-midgardian @narwhals-randomness @thund3randrain @alliestatefanficworld @lucegoose-the-second @thescarleteevee @crazyinlovewithfandoms

It did, in fact, seem to set Alice-Parasite at ease a bit (though they still seemed a bit wary). They trailed behind Gwen, following her movements as they made sure to keep enough distance in case they were forced to flee.

After a long moment of silence, Parasite’s curiosity won over their fear, and it found themself finally speaking up to ask, “Why are you helping me?”

“Hey, you! Spider…”

Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE

“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”

Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.

Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.

She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.

It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.

"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.

"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.

"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"