we carry on

indie multimuse, featuring muses from DC, Marvel, TW, SPN, and more, all loved by tegan

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surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of ofloversandfighters

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reblog this if on april fool’s, you’re accepting ic ‘pranks’ in your ask box. put ketchup in my muse’s drink, tie their shoelaces together, go wild. go crazy. have fun dealing with the consequences.

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Urghhh. It's been a long year already. Sorry I've been so mia. I'll be back soon, I hope.

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𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓽

                                         𝕄𝕖𝕣𝕒 𝕠𝕗 𝕏𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕝

                                                       as loved by tegan

Indie, selective, mixed canon Mera of Xebel 10+ years rp experience Selective, semi-private

                            …𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭?

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So I just got back to Chicago from Orlando, and daaaaang the 80° temperature swing is NO fun.

In happier news, though, I start my new job tomorrow! Super nervous, but also excited! It does, however, mean that I've got a ton of stuff to get done today. I'll probably be pretty scarce here until the weekend

I'll be on dis.cord, though! If anyone needs the handle just im me!

Otherwise, you can probably find me over on Mera, @stoleaboat !

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𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓽

                                         𝕄𝕖𝕣𝕒 𝕠𝕗 𝕏𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕝

                                                       as loved by tegan

Indie, selective, mixed canon Mera of Xebel 10+ years rp experience Selective, semi-private

                            …𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭?

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Send 💞 for me to describe 5 ways my muse says ‘I love you’ to yours.

Can be verbal, or non verbal. Platonic. Familial. Romantic.  

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Starter call!

Like this post for a starter! Reply or reblog if you want a specific muse!

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Plotting call!

Like this post, and I'll come into your ims to plot!

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Welp. I'm officially done with my job of five years. Heading to Florida for a few days before I start at the next job!

I'm gonna try to get some posts out while I'm at the airport (government shutdown means a long wait, I've been told), and some plotting, especially with some new mutuals!

I'll throw up a starter call/plotting call soon!

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Glowbug

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pizzaxndsadness‌:

“I’m okay,” Chase said. He just spent ten buck on the crackers. And the bananas. He wasn’t even sure if that was the right price, but hell, it didn’t matter now. This was Spider-dude. What if something else happened and he webbed off with the food? He knew it was unlikely. If Spider-Man wanted to talk this through, he wasn’t sure if the guy was really going to go bouncing around so quickly after they did start talking. 

He looked down and used his teeth to try and tug the sleeveless blue hoodie in, letting his arms stay covered by the white long sleeved shirt. HIs hands were a little occupied but at least it let the remaining light not so profoundly stick out of the crowd. “I guess you’re right about that - it would be freaking hard to know who just lit up when it’s just a sea of lights.”

He looked around, wanting to back up himself as sirens started to pull in. He didn’t want to be anywhere near here, either, considering the corruption in his parents’ pockets. He also didn’t really have anywhere to go, not unless he wanted Spider-Cider to know which car was his. It didn’t exactly blend in. “I was just… I was going that way.”

NIce. Just pick a direction why don’t you. Chase tilted his head down the block, opposite of where the cops were aiming. 

Peter nodded as the guy said he was okay, shifting his weight from foot to foot, shooting occasional, absolutely not nervous glances at the police cars as they came into view.  His gaze swept the area, and he bit his lip beneath the mask as time was starting to get dangerously low before they were spotted.  The other guy...he’d probably be fine, but the bright red and blue spandex?  That tended to attract some attention.  

He nodded again, distractedly, as the guy agreed with him, following on autopilot as he started to walk.  Not fast enough, though, and oh jeez, someone was coming this way, and he was totally not prepared to talk to unfamiliar cops in an unfamiliar city, and crap.  He acted without completely thinking it through -- par for the course, really -- and looped a hand around his new friend’s waist, pulling the slightly bigger guy to him.  

“Right, okay, hold on tight.”

That was the only warning he got, before Peter shot off a line of web to the nearest building, and with a mighty tug, sent them airborne.  It was a little harder to websling one-handed, but not impossible, and within, oh, two minutes or so, they were a few buildings away, and he was gently setting the other guy on a rooftop.  

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pizzaxndsadness‌:

Chase frowned as she stepped away from him. That wasn’t good, why would Karolina ever be scared of him? What had he done? He reached behind him, pulling in a stool to sit down as she started to babble, only ceasing his movement halfway as the weirdness kicked in. “Uh. What? Dad doesn’t like their cheese, but… what?” 

He laughed, but it was a pure, awkward sound of nerves bubbling up his throat. He didn’t know what to say? Time travel? Gert herself mocked the idea, and his dad could barely get a VCR quality message across the room and five minutes. “Lots of weird stuff happens when Nico’s staff gets involved. I don’t know if that’s surprising.” 

He started closing his binders and circled the work table, trying to give Karolina that much room as he fussed with a handful of wires, braiding the stronger ones together. He wanted his hands to move as fast as his thoughts, trying to anchor himself that much before he said something stupid, again. “I - I know you don’t get it, I know. But he’s sick, the cancer came back and he begged me. What am I supposed to do? Turn my back on a sick man’s dying wish? It’s my dad. He loves me.”

Everything he said was just wrong.  It was like -- like this wasn’t really Chase at all.  Chase would never willingly step foot back in his old house, not after...everything.  They had moved on, started their own lives, even if they kept all being drawn back to each other.  None of them would ever...except maybe Molly, but that was something else all together.  She was young, and had been even younger when they’d first run away.  She hadn’t seen things firsthand...though Karolina hadn’t seen the creepy ritual itself either.

“Chase...” she started again, not even sure what to say.  She was...starting to doubt that she was talking to Chase at all, though.  There were plenty of shape-shifters out there, not to mention magic, illusions, and all the technology that could make someone look like, well, anyone.  She was getting ready to speak again, but Chase beat her to it, and she froze, going pale.

“Your -- Victor...he’s alive?”  That wasn’t good.  There weren’t even words to describe how not good that was.  Were her parents alive here, too?  Was all of Pride somehow, inexplicably back from the dead?  “How?”  her question was breathless, and her knees nearly gave out on her, from the shock of it.  “What -- Chase, that man doesn’t love you -- he was ready to let you die for a shot at immortality!  You and the rest of the entire world!  How can you -- how can you even talk like that?”

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Glowbug

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pizzaxndsadness‌:

Chase slid a few dollars to the gas station employee, knowing this was way too much of a mess to deal with the legitimate process of paying. He still needed the groceries, so, he bundled them into his arms, weird smelling gas station bananas and cases of crackers butting at his chin. He hoped he could just skid past the oncoming police but in his peripheral, he could see that light coming after him. 

Shit. Double shit. This had to be the worst time for this to happen. Okay, being in a robbery sucked, it sucked a lot. The hero showing up to save the day (because of course the one time he leaves behind his fistigons this shit happens) was pretty cool. But his parents were serial killers. He had a missing persons report out on him and THEN. And then! He was homeless! Not homeless, homeless, but the effects were there. 

This couldn’t end well. It was a prank. It was some clever prank from - he didn’t really have friends that would prank him like this, but it could be. Maybe Alex? He shook his head, trying to keep walking.

“It’s cooling down, so I don’t know. Don’t you have some cops to talk to or something? That seems important, too.”

"Do you uh, I could, I mean -- I can carry some of those, if you want," he offered, giving an awkward smile, despite the mask covering his face. The following cringe was hidden just as well. He didn't really...know how to deal with this. Honestly, he'd sort of figured it would never happen -- his luck was notoriously awful, both as Peter Parker and Spider-Man -- and now that it had...he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

It definitely wasn't love at first sight.

Not that the guy wasn't good looking, from what he could see...but that wasn’t the point.  He’d sort of figured that...well, that he’d feel something.  All he felt now was awkward and nervous.

When the guy commented on the light fading, Peter cocked his head to the side.  “Well...yeah.  Not like we’re gonna walk around glowing forever,” he offered with a shrug.  “No one would ever get anything done if everyone was a walking glowstick all the time.”  The mention of cops had Peter looking in the direction of the lights and sirens, approaching rapidly.  “Ah, yeah...” he brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck awkwardly.  “I don’t really -- I don’t stick around to chat,” he offered with a lopsided smile (once again despite the mask obscuring it).  

“As a matter of fact...” he glanced towards those sirens again, uncomfortably close, now, “I’d rather not be here when the cops show up.  They know me in New York, but, uh...not sure how warm a welcome I’ll get here.”  Sighing and rubbing the back of his neck, he glanced around.  This place was no New York, and there weren’t nearly as many tall buildings in close quarters to swing from.  “Where are you headed?”

Smooth, Parker.  Real smooth.

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pizzaxndsadness‌:

“No, why would I go to Gert’s parents?” Chase asked with a grimace. “Dad’s been obsessed with time travel since about ever. He made it. And he wanted me to help.”

Chase tried to keep his enthusiasm at bay. Even in his sporadic good moods, Dad had never, ever thought he was good enough to help him with a real, big project. Chase hadn’t been smart enough. And then, Victor saw the fistigons and for once things seemed to work out. Chase reached over and picked up his Wizy Smart Phone, glancing over the glass screen. Black. Not a single notification. “You’ve been texting me?”

Chase glanced up, eyes glossing over the ceiling. “Is the signal out? It shouldn’t be. What do you mean, what’s going on? I’m upgrading the fistigons.”

Karolina’s brows drew together, and she took a small step back, away from Chase.  Nothing was adding up anymore, and it was becoming more and more obvious that whatever was wrong...it was bigger than she’d first thought.  “Chase... your dad...” she trailed off, the hair at the back of her neck standing on end.  “Gert’s parents were the time-travelers, and your dad hated them.”  She was pretty sure that Victor Stein had hated just about everyone in Pride.  

“We were texting you,” she corrected him, frowning as he looked at his phone, then the ceiling.  “Then Nico cast a spell with the Staff, and...” she trailed off with a shrug.  “Here we are.”  She didn’t mention the way that his street was an endless loop, or how she hadn’t seen a single other living thing since she’d been dropped here.  \

“What do you mean?  Chase -- why are you here?  Why would...after everything...” she swallowed hard, watching him a moment, anxiety welling in her chest.  “Why would you come back here?  I thought... how could you come back here?”

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Glowbug

{ @pizzaxndsadness cont’d with peter! }

Sure, he was a little far from home, here -- he hadn’t quite been able to talk his way out of this trip -- which was how Spider-Man ended up busting up a gas station robbery in SoCal.  “Hey!  Those are dangerous, you know,” he quipped as he webbed a gun out of the would-be robber’s hand, sticking it securely to the ceiling with another web.  “You could’ve put someone’s eye out with that thing!”

All in all, the robbery was a quick fix -- apparently there weren’t a whole lot of costumed vigilantes in this neck of the woods -- and it was only then that he noticed the bright, borderline blinding light from the guy with the grocery cart, who was apparently trying to sneak away unseen.

Oh, and his own glow.  

Well.  That was new.

He glanced down at himself, then back to the other guy.  Awkward.  Considering they were the only two lit up, there wasn’t really any chance of confusion...though Peter had always secretly hoped he’d never find his universe-designated soulmate.  He’d been happy with Gwen, he’d wanted to stay with Gwen...but that had all changed when... He didn’t even want to think about it.  “Uhh, hey, wait up!” he called, jogging a few paces to catch up with the mystery guy.  “So I’m pretty sure this is something we should talk about,” he started, gesturing from the fading glow of his chest (only semi-concealed by the costume) to the other guy’s.

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Peter Parker [TASM I & II]

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{ @magnetokinesie - continued from x }

"Nah, its not that, it's just..." he glances to the metal, the twisted piece that's just hit the floor. He frowns. "I just...know you've been kinda stressed lately."   Even as he says it, he kind of half cringes, face twisting briefly, much like the discarded metal; that's not the right word, and he knows it.  "I mean...with everything..." he trails off, then, not really sure what to say.

Things have been different, here, lately. Things with Lorna, things with him...it had only been a few weeks since things had been great, and now... Now everything was kind of starting to suck. Lorna had to send Dawn away, Andy had lost Rebecca, and his own parents had looked at him like he was a monster...

"Look..." he starts, shifting his weight under the force of sheer awkwardness, of that feeling that nothing's quite right.   "Everything kinda sucks lately, and... I don't know. I just, wanted to let you know I'm here. Or whatever."  He shrugs as he says it, and he can't quite bring himself to look directly at her, not when he doesn't know what he'll see, looking down instead. She was the only person he'd had going into this, and now she was the only one he had again. They needed to stick together, now, more than ever. They needed to be strong, not just for each other, but for what they were going to build. "If you need anything..." he trails off, still lingering in the doorway, uncertain if he should enter, or leave.