#cryptshow

“at the end of the day,” laughs otto octavius, one hand lifting to rest over his chest, “not even spider-man or any of his allies could stop me. it was my own DAMNED soft heart.”

big words from the man behind bars, though they were not untrue. HE had been the one to stop his own machine; HE had been the one to fall, dead, beneath the waves. only his children’s desperation had been able to save him, dragging his limp body back to shore before restarting his heart. it had been enough to revive him. it was not enough to give dr. octavius his life back, however.

“how are they? the other spiders, i mean. resting better now that new york is safe from my KILLER CHILDREN?”

Elvira Show and tales of the crypt

Richie looked over at TJ and pressed his lips into a thin line, concerned and feeling his shoulders tense. He felt wrong being in here, especially when he wasn’t with the Losers.

　　　The man’s body language telegraphs his intent clear as a sunny day, but Hux does nothing to stop the punch from landing. Credit where credit is due, he gives a solid swing. It’s enough to snap his head to the side and set his ears ringing. The troopers at his side react in a flash, blaster rifles trained on Tyrus ready to take out the threat, but Hux raises a hand to give them pause.

“ I dunno, you tell me. ” He stares blankly at Aaron, like the thought hadn’t even occurred to him. Perhaps he was hoping to shame the other into leaving him alone, but an exasperated sigh escapes from him just moments later, and he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose. The conversation had barely even begun and he was already getting a headache.