Send To Grab My Muse By The Throat

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat

this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!

"From the looks of it you've been experiencing a whole lot of the spiderverse huh?" From Gwen

“So that's what it's called” Karma mused out loud at the appearance of the newest Spider; that was a strangely fitting and not idiotic name for a superhero team.

“You all have a strange fascination with my house -not that I mind the company, but if there's something suspicious around it I would like to take care of it personally. No need to risk yourselves for whatever happens on my property which I somehow didn't notice.” like hell she would allow kids to be injured while dealing with her business

“Are you also from an another dimension?” as strange as the question sounded, she was getting used to it

"Uuuuh I actually don't have powers like the others, see me and my spider more do former a psychic link." From Peni

Well, that caught her off guard.

What she's even supposed to say to that?

“I-uh...also can't shoot webs.” Karma offered a tiny piece of information, so far everyone has been young, but she was...a literal child.

“Do you want to tell me how exactly that works?” she asked after a small internal crisis; she wasn't great with children but obviously she couldn't just straight out tell her what is she.

“But it's understandable if you don't want to. You must have been taught to not talk to strangers, forgive my curiosity.” she smiled gently, giving the girl an easy way out if she was uncomfortable

🦒 ---- How does your muse feel about height? Do they like their height or are they ashamed of it?

🦘 ---- If they have kids, what type of parent is your muse? If not, what type of parent would your muse be?

🐙 ---- Is your muse a hugger? Do they enjoy physical affection whether it's platonic or romantic?

Headcanon prompts I like

🦒:

She's fine with her 5'9 not to mention she's almost always on her horse or on a train/rooftop.

💀: Sometimes it gets really frustrating but then she can always shadow morph her body to towering heights so there's that.

🐍: Again, fine with her height, both tall & short enough to execute her forged fighting style.

🦘:

Never really had time to even think about the concept of having children and probably would choose not to given by her lifestyle. It's the best for both her and the hypothetical child.

💀: With Death curse Gift full out and I think I've written that cursed headcanon, motherhood is entirely off the table. She's not capable of giving life only eroding or taking it. And she has tons of internalized trauma due to that.

🐍: Aside from that she literally adopted your Gwen, Hobie, Pavtir and Peni? Karma doesn't know whenever her reproductive organs are affected and if so, how much by the venom and she doesn't want to risk an unsafe pregnancy. What type of parent would she be? The 'if you ever GLANCE at my kids again I will murder you in your sleep.' type. The 'world is evil and sometimes to keep yourself safe you have to get your hands dirty' honest, no nonsense mindset. Always there, always helping however she can.

🐙:

Both base & 💀: She, given by her life and later her uncontrollable abilities is ridiculously touch starved and probably would crumble at the faintest positive touch. Yet she fears them, to not accidentally harm those who manage to get close.

🐍: Not used to it & always expecting harm to follow the contact. Craves genuine affection be it platonic or romantic and once someone is comfortable around her and vica versa, she's definitely a hugger. Plus often initiates contact because someone hug the traumatized snake damnit.

Nostalgia, not the good kind swept into her smile, although she tried her best to not let it show.

“I learned many things from my father too.”

Her tone softer with a somber timbre accompanying it. Instead of focusing the feelings threatening to crawl into and settle in her chest, she focused on the bright youth.

“I will remember that” she nodded, sometimes allowing her eyes to wander to the robot as well until she was sure she could produce a rough sketch from memory

“I'm Karma, it does sound like an alias but I uh don't like my given name.” she wasn't about to trauma dump on Peni, instead she opted for a white

“And I'm no spider but...can you keep a secret?” Karma asked playfully before a soft hiss along with a black forked tongue left her mouth

Good thing she wasn't unnerved by her eyes, or at least great at hiding it. Karma made sure her gestures come across as non threatening as possible, terrifying a child definitely wasn't on her to do list. Slightly surprised by the enthusiastic answer, until the robot came barreling towards the little girl.

When she scaled that thing was when Karma hid the revolver with the same speed she she instinctively whipped it out.

“That's...certainly outstanding and special!” she couldn't help the infectious smile spreading on her own dark lips as well

Her eyebrows shot up almost into her hairline as the child took a literal spider out of the robot. What she has built.

“...You built this?” Karma asked in disbelief laced awe

“How old are you?” she laughed brightly in wonder at the brilliant mind “Oh and your best friend spider! Does he have a name?” well...she was told they could communicate so that meant the spider was a mutated one, enough to understand human gestures so Karma gave it- him a small wave

@halfxspider

Besides the murderous vigilante thing, Karma kept a laser eye on the developed medicines, both out of duty and to honor her father's legacy. The latest was a joint project, a painkiller to effectively combat nerve pain without side effects ranging from headache to stomach ulcers. She knew underestimation was everyone's first and very last mistake, they expected her to either be the ditzy rich who gladly shoves all work to researchers or the timid, too trusting orphan. Yes, she was definitely bringing the Colt Python for tonight's reveal.

Her alarms immediately sounded after the disappearance of the first batch, the quantity was minimal, no one would've noticed. The returned pills had something different besides the active component, but first she had to narrow the suspects down before bringing it up. She was watching the second dose carried away, following from a safe distance with her trusted motorbike.

After a month, her crosshair was unwavering with the Vitality Life's slimy chief executive and his head scientists. She had...visited the laboratory, the addition was an addictive which would've kept symptoms permanently present unless taken every day. More profit for them and for her to be fully honest, but she could care less. Furthermore what would happen if they couldn't take the dosage in time?

Appearance immaculate as always, cold smiles at the endless congratulations and praise. The large dress flowed gracefully, the old fashioned style combated by an eye catching V neck which was on the edge of a wardrobe malfunction. She excused herself during a heated speech about how glad they were she carried on her father's legacy -bullshit. She was cutting off profit from others by producing quality medicines with the least side effects.- ; the Vitality Life decided to slip away with a handful of bodyguards to a possibility lower floor, giving her the perfect opening.

A small sigh as the door finally closed behind her, it was a lie that she was sensitive to light. Noise on the other hand...

The hidden sewn in zipper opened, her dress falling off like a snake's skin. Zipping up the suit hidden under, nimble fingers making a quick work of the sizeable concealed Colt, discarding the scope for now.

Finally rid of the unnecessary sunglasses as well; the hunt started as Karma soundlessly descended after the culprits.