veni vidi vici

i  will  get  invested  almost  instantly. 

i  will  invade  your  inbox  //  im’s  //  discord  etc  for  plots  //  headcanon’s  //  and  general  yelling  about  our  ship. 

i  will  tag  you  in  gifsets  //  images  //  posts  that  remind  me  of  our  ship.  

i  will  send  you  almost  every  meme  you  reblog  //  pop  into  your  ask  IC  spontaneously.  

i  will  get  on  your  nerves  eventually  but  that’s  fine  we’re  fine  it’s  fine.  

HUYUUU

Webbed Bouce.

" Fine fine. " he grumbled, not at all happy about being bossed around, " What, you want me to get you some bleach or something? " he asks, tone sarcastic as he takes a few steps as he thought. maybe he can snatch some clean clothes from somewhere, along with some towels... he'll swing around and see what he comes up with.

" Alright, I'll find you something just... stay put. "

What a mess.

And what's worse was that the ichor was starting to dry, which caused her skin to itch. At least it wasn't in her hair.

Just as Lilith had given up hope of him returning, the web-slinger dropped into the ally-and dropped some towels and a huge black shirt onto her. "Perfect." She grabbed the wet towel and went to work. "What's your name? I am Lilith." The once wet fabric was now shifting to a pink hue as she scrubbed over her face and arms.

“󠀢... did you know they could do that?”