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@kxtepryde

( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): I have a present. ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Not a casserole this time.  ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): I actually baked and didn’t burn it this time.  ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Don’t ask why I was baking. It’s a stress reliever. Kind of. I decided to do it on a whim. ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): It’s not a stress reliever, I’m a liar. There was flour everywhere. How do people do this to relieve stress? 

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rictorscales​:

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(✉️ ➡️ jean the sequel): yo (✉️ ➡️ jean the sequel): you wanna help me with an arson thing? (✉️ ➡️ jean the sequel): feels like your vibes (✉️ ➡️ jean the sequel): ground rules: can’t tell jean or scott. that’s it

[ ... ] ( 📩 → Julio Richter ): Well, obviously.  ( 📩 → Julio Richter ): What exactly are we setting on fire?  ( 📩 → Julio Richter ): I’d like to know before I’m committing a crime. ( 📩 → Julio Richter ): Not that anyone would even find out.  ( 📩 → Julio Richter ): I just like to be prepared. 

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[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten @ruleroflimbo​

Maddie sighed, giving Illyana a pointed look as she saw the gash across the younger woman’s side. “Do I even want to know what you were doing to get this?” She sighed, setting down the book she had been enjoying. With an absent flick of her wrist the first aid kit was brought from the shelf onto the counter top. She opened it up and grabbed the bottle of antiseptic, putting it on a paper towel to carefully dab at the wound. “This is probably going to sting like a bitch. Fair warning,” she mused, her other hand grazing over the wound and concentrating to watch the skin stitch back together like Jean had taught her. 

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[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare @jeaniegreysummers​

It was a dream that had occurred already once or twice. Not frequent enough for Maddie to actually say anything, but enough that it shook her as she shot up in the midst of the night, heart hammering and nails biting into the skin of her palms as she tried to calm. There was fire, and a lot of it. She could feel the heat around her, but not touching her, never touching her. There was a guttural scream lodged in her throat as she saw a flash of yellow eyes, the fire swelling around her. There was a mirror and the yellow eyes were her own, scream escaping finally as the glass shattered into pieces around her. 

Though, this time Maddie was abruptly woken up, scream dying on her tongue as her hand raised sharply, telepathy sending the lamp on her bedside table shattering to the floor. Her eyes flickered up to see the familiar face of her sister above her. “I—sorry...I don’t—” Maddie managed to get out weakly, “Sorry. Did I wake you? Just...a nightmare, I suppose.” Her voice falling to a mere whisper, feeling the embarrassment swell at being this shook up by a mere bad dream.

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kxtepryde​:

[📱to Maddie ] is it [📱to Maddie ] is it one of Jean’s? [📱to Maddie ] okay hear me out, it’s not because of food poisoning, Jean is excellent and I’ll throw up for her any day [📱to Maddie ] see, it’s because if it becomes sentient, I’ll have to keep it forever [📱to Maddie ] I’ll name it Cassie Casserole and I’ll take it for walks in Central Park and we’ll become best buds and I’ll have to fend off the pigeons, but I can only do that for so long [📱to Maddie ] there are so many pigeons, Maddie [📱to Maddie ] and then it’ll get eaten and I’ll be /sad/ [📱to Maddie ] and the pigeons will get food poisoning [📱to Maddie ] so I really can’t :(

( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Yes. [ .... ] ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Uh huh. Is that what you’re telling yourself?  ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): That’s quite the elaborate way to say that you don’t want food poisoning.  ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Cassie Casserole needs to be eaten. It will not be me doing it.  ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Or go ahead and give her to the pigeons.  ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Though, I’m not sure if they’d appreciate her... ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Just take the casserole. 

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@kxtepryde

( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Can I pawn this casserole off on you? ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Don’t tell anyone I gave it to you. I’m afraid it will become a sentient being if I leave it in my fridge for more than a day. ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): I’m sure it’s quite delicious! Probably! ( 📩 → Kitty Pryde ): Please take it.

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[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did @vxnomblast​

In her time spending more and more hours around Miguel, Maddie had become pretty familiar with the varying Spider themed heroes in New York City. Most familiar with the one, not that she was going to be that mushy out loud to any stranger, the new Spider she hadn’t exactly met before happened through quite the first impression. 

Maddie couldn’t help her snort and the laughter that followed when the web string snapped when he was about to land, sending him tumbling towards a building. Using her mind, she stopped him before he could hit into the side of the building and put him back onto his feet. Her hands were stuffed into her jacket pockets and she merely raised an eyebrow, “That was quite the entrance. Though, I figured I’d give an assist there at the end. Are you alright?”

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10) “Please, for the love of god, do not explain any of what I’m seeing.” @rictorscales​

“It’s just a shirt! It’s a shirt!” Maddie was quick to respond despite the disgust seemingly on Rictor’s face and not wanting to know what was occurring. “Why are you even here this early?! It’s like—” A quick glance at the clock then a huff as she looked back to Rictor, “seven am!”

Huffing, Maddie looked down at the shirt she had picked up in the city the last time she was there. It was a Spider-Man shirt, but the colors were different. It matched the suit she knew all too well at this point. She had thought it was funny and bought it on a whim to make a joke over to Miguel later. It had been the closest thing the night before when she was dead tired and threw on for pajamas. She was now regretting this decision greatly. 

“You acted like I killed someone. It’s a shirt! A shirt—you’re going to tell everyone that I was wearing an Avenger shirt, aren’t you?” Maddie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose tiredly, all too prepared now for the inevitable. 

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@phoenixtouched

( 📩 → Rachel ): I think the casserole in the fridge moved. ( 📩 → Rachel ): What’s supposed to be in it? Do you know? ( 📩 → Rachel ): I’m concerned for my stomach’s health.  ( 📩 → Rachel ): If I go down, I am sad to inform you that I am not going alone and I refuse to eat the casserole alone.

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[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse // @twentyninetynines​ (insert panda fire emoji here) / yes i kept your message bc it was funny

To be honest, Maddie was entirely unsure why it was today of all days that spurred something inside her to come to the conclusion she needed to tell Miguel outright what she felt. It was like all the gears shifted into place perfectly, it occurring to her that he was the first one she thought of. He was the first one she thought to go to with good news, bad news. Anything. That the hesitation she felt was only of her own making, that she didn’t think she deserved something permanent, something that was hers and hers alone. No ties to the X-Men, to her twin sister, just her. 

She just saw him and he just saw her. 

Arriving at Miguel’s, she let out a sharp breath as she knocked and waited, feeling like she could jump right out of her skin. Once the door swung open, she looked up at Miguel and could feel the tension in her start to bleed out. “I’m far too old to be saying that I like you like we’re in grade school, but I... I do. I really like you. Like more than I ever intended to, no offense.” She teased fondly, a soft look in her eyes as her hand reached up to rest against his cheek. “There’s really no one else I’d ever want to try this with, to let them endure who I am as a person, because let’s be real. Not everyone can. It’s quite the task. Are you up for it? To look at me and not look away?” Maddie asked softly with bated breath. “Because I’m not looking away and I don’t plan on it.”

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— Natalie Wee, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines ( @rxdqueens )

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avengerofiron​:

(✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): what way does that work, with twins? i mean yeah, technically, one comes out first, but it seems a little rude to call the second one /younger/, right? […] (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): a shovel talk. get ready (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): what makes a snowglobe better? or worse, i guess. i don’t know how this scale works (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): good. as long as you’re not reading my brain, because that would be weird, and i do not say yes to that. it has been noted i do not say yes […] (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): yeah i’m just struggling to one up the whole “turning your brain into a scrambled egg” thing (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): gimme a beat […] (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): i’m iron man. fear me

( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): I don’t know. I’ve just always thought known I was younger. I’d like to think I have younger sibling energy too, so. I just roll with it. ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): I can’t exactly explain just /knowing/ I was her sister. That makes sense, right? Right. Totally not weird. [UNSENT] [ .... ] ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): Getting ready as we speak. I am fully ready.  ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): Snow globe just shakes things around I’d like to think. Scrambled eggs? There’s no coming back from the scrambled eggs, sorry. ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): Noted. Though, it doesn’t seem like it’s all too hard to garner what you’re thinking from the way you talk. Just a note. [ .... ] ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): Waiting. Good luck. [ .... ] ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): That’s your attempt? That’s really what you want to go with? ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): I'll give you a moment to reconsider.  ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): Especially since considering, ew. Avenger. 

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twentyninetynines​:

(✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): why would i be juggling a cake? (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): i was swinging. you can still make it out if you squint. maybe (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): seriously? how the shock does a cat wear a ring? (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): is that really scary? […] (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): i’ll sleep eventually. two days is nothing! kid stuff (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): thank you. it’d really ruin my reputation (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): people have to think i’m a jerk, you know, otherwise they’ll start asking me to do stuff like help them move or pick them up from the airport (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): thanks (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): hey, do you wanna grab dinner? (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): i might be close to genosha. accidentally.

( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): I don’t know. I never know what you’re up to. Spider-Man takes on Baker-Man.  ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): Maybe. If I squint and tilt my head sideways, turn off the light, and hope for the best.  ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): I don’t know. Ask one of the Green Lanterns. I bet they have an answer.  ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): Maybe. Sometimes they don’t seem to know what they’re doing. ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): It could be scary if he can manifest a sledgehammer made out of weird red light? Energy? What is it the ring does to make things? I should google this. [ .... ] ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): I bet I could make you fall asleep. ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): That sounded wrong. I meant like. I could make you fall asleep. With your brain. ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): Shut up. I can feel you laughing, I know it.  [ .... ] ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): I’ll keep that in mind. No airport pick ups from Spider-Man, he’s too busy being the best hero ever. ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): Accidentally, huh? ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): I’d love to though.

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“I’m going to challenge them to a duel.” @ruleroflimbo

Illyana’s remark had Maddie shooting her an amused look, the toe of her boot planted on the side of the pumpkin who had been shouting various insults at the pair of them. “The pumpkins? Do you really think that’s a fair fight? I mean, to be fair, they did try to say you were basic. I think that warrants a duel. Or at least destroying the pumpkin.” She said easily, flicking her hand and the pumpkin who was shouting nearby was flung through the air and smashed into pieces once hitting a tree. 

“Good luck. I’ll be here to keep count of points if you liked.” Maddie quipped, far too amused by everything going on to really try and stop Illyana from doing what she wanted with the pumpkins. 

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ofcosmicwonder​:

( 📩 → Madelyne ): Yes! It’s Donna! ( 📩 → Madelyne ): <3 you are too kind. ( 📩 → Madelyne ): I was thinking that I need to do a shoot on Genosha sometime. It’s gorgeous there. ( 📩 → Madelyne ): did you ever get your friend to dance with you and stop frowning so much?

( 📩 → Donna Troy ): I think that’d be lovely, honestly.  ( 📩 → Donna Troy ): It would definitely be a way to show people another side of the island. Sometimes it feels like they only want to see the ‘bad’ parts of it that don’t exist.  ( 📩 → Donna Troy ): Ha! Oh, well...yes I think so.  ( 📩 → Donna Troy ): I’d like to think I helped make him stop frowning.

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twentyninetynines​:

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(✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): [attachment.img - it’s a blurry photo of a lost cat poster hanging on a telephone pole in the city near miguel’s apartment.] (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): have you seen this stupid shocking cat in genosha (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): i’ve looked all over the heights for this thing. it’s nowhere. i’m starting to think it swam the clucking harbor to join up with the mutant crusade. (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): are there mutant cats? christ. there are, aren’t there?  […] (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): sorry. haven’t slept in (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): i don’t know. two days?  (✉️ ➡️ brain shove lady): don’t tell anybody i’m looking for lost cats. i don’t want them getting any ideas. thinking i like that kind of shit or whatever.

( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): How am I supposed to be able to read that. What were you doing when you took that? Running? Swinging? Juggling a cake? ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): I couldn’t tell you. Maybe. I heard there’s a cat that was a Red Lantern.  ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): Though, I don’t know how true that it is or if the Green Lanterns are trying to scare annoying people.  [ .... ] ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): Two days? You need to sleep, Miguel. ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): How dare you be kind. I’ll take it to my grave. No one will ever know.  ( 📩 → Miguel (Annoying) ): I’ll keep an eye out for the cat.

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avengerofiron​:

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(✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): hi! you don’t know me, but i could be your best friend, or your worst nightmare (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): (this is a shovel talk for miguel, btw) (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): i’m pretty sure you could scramble my brain, so just /pretend/ i’m standing in front of you, looking very frightening […] (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): how was it? was it good? (✉️ ➡️ mystery woman): UNSENT because that’s the nephew of my future child so

( 📩 → Unknown ): Hello. I’m not too worried about the latter, I’m a little sister. I was born to be a terror.  [ .... ] ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): A shovel talk?  ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): I could yes. Like a snow globe. Or scrambled eggs. Depends on how nice I’m feeling.  ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): An effort was made. ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): I could feel the attempt through the phone fully.  [ .... ] ( 📩 → Miguel’s Friend (? Also Annoying) ): I have a feeling that wasn’t the extent of the ‘frightening’ shovel talk.