"Honestly, I do miss that about my own Symbiote era - but I never got used to the feeling of it moving on me. It always made me uncomfortable."
...
"No offense."
"No! No not about that. So like - Silk doesn't wear the full mask so she likely gets face-bugs. I wear the full body sock. And you have the symbiote..."
There's a long drawn out pause.
"What happens if Kurt teleports into a like, cloud of gnats? Are they just... Inside him now?"
"I have a truly frightening thought thanks to this."
"Hey, it's a one day at a time sorta thing. It's a pretty loaded term anyway. Glad to hear, all things said."
"Oh, that reminds me..."
He stood up straight relaxing a bit and rubbing his neck like he was either nervous or had a tight muscle.
"Are you doing the hero thing or the villain thing these days? I don't get out to Jersey enough to know what you're up to these days."
{ ๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐๐๐ฎ๐ผ }
#RWBYRP #MVRP
๐ด๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐น ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐? ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ถ
๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐พ๐. ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ถ ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐๐พ๐ป๐พ๐ธ๐.
#๐๐๐๐โ๐ฌ Teenage Witch
๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐น๐น๐บ๐ฎ๐ป
"Ah... Not sure cross dressing should be on my docket right now."
He rubbed the back of his head, returning her giggle with a well measured chuckle.
"Maybe for Halloween. Or drag night at the Stonewall."
"I don't think I could fill that out, lady.."
"I'm a fan of the classics, myself."
"Aw... Vito. Man..."
Without a second thought he slipped into his sometimes dark room, sometimes spare bedroom and pulled his suite on in a hurry.
"Don't be dead pal, you know your mom's heart can't take it..."
When his phone popped awake and gave off the alert, Peter was out of costume at his drafting table. He was designing schematics by hand, while scribbling chemical formulas for new web fluid to match the new shooters.
Blinking a few times, he shook off the hyper focus.
~
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Knock knock knock on the gates to hell. Guess whoโs back with another spell?
๐ด'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ๐๐๐ฒ. . . ?
๐ธ๏ธ How did the exam/test go?
๐ธ๏ธ Fake it until you make it!
๐ธ๏ธ Char like a bawss
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โ เผ โโโโโโโ เผ
#DeathNoterp #Mvrp
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โกโธโธ ๐y ๐ee
indie portrayal
"Oh gawd, this guy's stealing Eightballs look. And that's wild, that a guy can't corner a 'big ball for a head' idea and not get copied these days."
"Yeah I guess. Not always feeling so smart these days."
"Well... Yeah. Probably."
"I'm criminally uncool."
Cooler than you
๐ธ๏ธ Resident Cantonese representative. You are not forgiven, but it doesn't matter as nothing is enforceable.
"๐ธ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐...๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
Frank was happy.
He was at the park. His wife playing with Jr. He held his daughter who was sleeping in his arms. It's a nice, warm day with a slight breeze.
That's when he noticed a car pulling by. Men pulled guns on some men on the street who in turn pulled out guns. With no hesitation Frank-
"Well, I definitely work without a net... But also folks sorta know I have super powers. Probably gonna be obvious I'm not in any real danger..."
There was another short pause as he tapped his chin.
"Surprised more people don't assume folks just have powers these days."