PLAY ON

[saintspoetic]

and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one woman in her time plays many parts.

a multimuse as written by 𝒫enny, she/her, 31, british. super private, low activity, and friend focused. affiliated with 𝒮aintsplanet, 𝒜noffering, 𝑀u1timuse, 𝒫raesparo. from the writer that brought you barbara.

𝒜ct i, carrd. 𝒜ct ii, mobile muses & rules. 𝒜ct iii, prompts.

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ok but is it okay if I don’t read the comics and just base my portrayal on 97 bcus guys it will take me years

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watching x-men 97 s2 and guys I loooooove polaris so much but the idea of picking up a character with so much comic history is very scary

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anyway i think it’s sad that gwenmj had to act as if they were in competition with each other when really they should have been besties

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❝ don't sweat it, petey. ❞ red hair is swept behind her shoulder as mary jane walks, deliberately a couple of steps ahead, of peter. all the easier to pretend she doesn't care. like, once again, seeing that empty seat front and centre of the auditorium wasn't a big deal. it was only opening night for the biggest role of her career, one that could open so many more doors for her. so what if peter parker wasn't there. ❝ harry got me two bottles of champagne, and even flash sent flowers. ❞ she's trying to maintain an air of nonchalance, but frustration seeps into her words. it's not that she isn't grateful for the support, for the people who love her showing up, it's that the one she wanted there most was too busy snapping pics for the bugle. she turns suddenly and sharply. a dangerous glint to her eye. ❝ you know what, tiger, i barely even noticed you weren't there. ❞

starring @withgreat as peter parker.

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while i'm on the subject we should plot

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❝ well, ❞ an eyebrow quirks, head tilting as arms cross over her chest. three bodies, her supposed kidnappers, lay unconscious at her feet. ❝ you are not who i was expecting. ❞ dressed in red, with a lot less blue, and with methods she's sure spider-man wouldn't approve of. red hood stands before mary jane, now her apparent saviour. though, she's sure these guys were about as dangerous as her left pinky toe. clearly the goons at the bottom of the food chain, sent to watch over her while the others stalk their real prey. they don't expect much fight from a girl. she would have been happy to prove them wrong, had red hood not appeared first. ❝ thanks for the save, hero, but isn't this outside of your jurisdiction? last i checked we were still in new york. ❞

starring @pistolwound as jason todd.

[saintspoetic]

perhaps it's rude to impose. to turn up uninvited with her life packed up in a suitcase, but mary jane doesn't have anywhere else to turn. she definitely couldn't turn up at her aunt anna's doorstep, tail between her legs, and admit to her failure. no, her cousin was her best bet. hopefully she wouldn't ask too many questions. ❝ i promise, cuz, it'll just be for a few days - just until my paycheck from moondance comes in and i can get a new place. you won't even notice i'm here! ❞ except her leopard print suitcase and matching duffle bag already sticks out in the apartment. michelle's roommate hovers nearby, looking somewhat dumbstruck by her arrival. mary jane offers him a smile and a small wave, to which he quickly makes up an excuse about computer things to hidhe in his room. ❝ cute place you've got. met any friendly neighbours yet? ❞

starring @burihal in the role of michelle jones.

[saintspoetic]

a spell. she'd almost laugh in their faces if it wasn't for the fact that the girl in front of her was wearing her own. everyone who knows that peter parker is spider-man. she keeps talking, this other mj, and yet mary jane feels like she might be losing her mind. stuck in a new york that looks like her own, but isn't, surrounded by people who look like others she knows, but aren't. ❝ you're sure i'm not dreaming? 'cus i've definitely had a dream like this before. ❞ body leans slightly to the side as she glances towards the three masked bodies behind michelle. all spider-man, but none of them hers. ❝ though it was a little more r-rated. ❞ a quirk of the lips and a wink sent towards a blushing peter parker - all a mask to hide the panic and terror that bubbles inside. what if she can't get home? ❝ but if i'm not dreaming, then you better have a plan. ❞

starring @mu1tiverse in the role of michelle jones-watson.

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❝ so, you're our resident history buff, huh? ❞ mary jane peers at buzzy over the lid of her coffee cup. according to her agent, the director had brought in someone to keep their production as authentic as possible, which only garnered a laugh from the scarlet. she can't imagine the skimpy outfit and ass length wig they've adorned her with is a true reflection of any of alexander the great's wives, but who is she to argue. she really needs this part. it's just the two of them in the tent now, sat in chairs labelled with their names and roles with bland coffee from craft services. somewhere behind them the director barks orders to crew members, who buzz around the set like ants preparing for the next scene. ❝ are they at least paying you for the pleasure, or is this some kind of charity work? ❞

starring @the-helmet in the role of buzzy cohen.

[withgreat]

he forces a smile, pained as it comes out. always gotta try, right? put a brave face on things, never let them know just how badly you get hurt. not that he can really hide how bad it is. cracked ribs, bruised & bloody face… he hates having to put her through this. he wishes they could just be like any other couple, not have to deal with the danger & trauma but… great responsibility, he'll always have those words echoing in his head. " ock. those tentacles, red, they really hurt sometimes. " he finds his own hand gripping onto hers, firmly pressing it against himself. " i'll be fine, just… give me a few seconds, get outta your hair soon enough. " not fair on her, making this her problem, is it? " …you shouldn't have to do this. "

[saintspoetic]

mary jane should be kind. she should be caring. she should whisper words meant to soothe his soul and his ego. isn't that what gwen would have done? instead a scoff passes from her lips as eyes roll. ❝ not on my watch, tiger. you're not going anywhere. ❞ she detangles her hand from his, though parts with a soft kiss to bruised cheek. sometimes a firmer hand is needed with a man like peter; who is so selfless that he forgets to take care of himself. that seems to forget that he can't save others if there's no one there to save him. mary jane's more than happy to be that person, even if it means hitting him with some tough love every now and then. ❝ lucky for you, i keep this little beauty fully stocked at all times. ❞ from a lower kitchen cabinet she pulls out a, perhaps comically oversized, first aid kit. filled to the brim with everything someone might need to patch up a superhero. from the kitchen counter she grabs a cloth, lightly wetting it underneath the tap, to clean the dirt and debris from peter's face when she returns to his side. ❝ did i tell you i took a first aid course? figured it might come in handy. ❞ as always, she was right. ❝ now hold still. ❞

[saintspoetic]

right anyway i really want to write mj so who wants a super rare probably short-ish starter

[saintspoetic]

guys i'm having mj solo intrusive thoughts pls talk sense into me

[everburningbutt]

:)

[saintspoetic]

also just to reiterate bcus I’ve kinda been seeeeething about this all day but any and all actors involved in hp projects (audiobooks, tv show esp) are permanently on my banned fcs list I don’t want to see them and actually ‘I support trans people but I love h*rry p*tter’ is fucking BULLLLLSHITTTTTT

[love-hypothesis]

meredith looks at the pink folder like it might bite her. because of course elle woods would walk into a hospital room with perfect nails, legal documents, and a solution wrapped in the kind of optimism meredith usually associated with fever or head trauma. except elle is not wrong. that is the annoying part. elle is almost never wrong when she looks at a scared girl and decides the world is going to make room for her. rachel watches from the bed, small beneath too many blankets, one hand curled around the rail. megan stands beside her like she has forgotten how to belong in the room, guilt written across her face in a language meredith knows too well. sisters. absence. damage. the terrible math of loving someone after years of not knowing how. meredith opens the folder. ❝ okay, ❞ she says, voice quieter now, less sharp around the edges. ❝ if megan can consent as temporary guardian, then we can move. ❞ she looks at rachel first, because scared sixteen year old girls deserve to be spoken to like people and not problems. ❝ rachel, the surgery is to stop the bleeding and repair the damage before your body gets too tired to fight. it’s not small. i’m not going to pretend it is. but waiting is more dangerous than operating. ❞ her gaze flicks to megan. ❝ she needs someone to sign, stay, and make decisions if things change while she’s under anesthesia. that person can be you. ❞ a pause. meredith’s eyes return to elle, and despite herself, her mouth softens. ❝ you know, most lawyers show up after the disaster. ❞ she closes the folder against her chest. ❝ you showing up before it gets worse is weirdly refreshing. ❞

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light click of heels against vinyl as elle takes a step back from the scene. happy to exist only as a spectator as meredith explains the procedure to the girls. megan's gaze flicks her way a few times, fear and uncertainly in her eye, to be met with a reassuring smile and nod of the head. she'd managed to convince the girl to open up on the trip over, with the younger blonde opening up about her parents unconditional ways and how she'd had to leave her sister behind to save herself, and how guilty she had felt about it. rachel's small hand reaches out to take her sister's, her own scared gaze seeking comfort in the older girl, and that's all it takes for years of history to wash away. elle watches as megan's back straightens, her confidence growing, as she signs her name to consent to the surgery.

her job here is done.

a gentle hum passes from pink lips as elle looks away from the sisters, who now share a tearful embrace. ❝ i just wanted to help. ❞ her own smile is soft, seeped in sincerity. her help here is strictly pro bono, as the younger girl had managed to pull at her heartstrings. ❝ what her parents were doing, ❞ what they had tried to hire elle to do on their behalf, ❝ it wasn't right. besides, it turns out megan is a delta nu girl, and us sorority sisters have to stick together. ❞ elle allows herself one last glance at the sisters, her smile growing, before turning towards the door. fingers, decorated with perfectly manicured nails, hover over the doorknob. ❝ fancy a coffee? you can talk me through your cases, maybe there's others i can help with. ❞

[daniellecamp]

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