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" Ah, there it is, the patented mask frown, you can tell by the way the cloth bunches up around the brows--" He practically plops down next to @ghztspider , an oversized bag of M&M's in one hand, vaguely pointed in her direction, " Everything okay, kiddo?"

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+ @ghztspider asked: “You don’t have to make it up to me. It wasn’t your fault.”

+ " And I KNOW that , but you might wanna just HUMOR me anyway ? " Truthfully , Mary Jane wasn't prepared to take 'no ' to the offer of all you could eat ICE-CREAM for an ANSWER . " C'mon, you know this is an offer you can't REFUSE . "

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" it's called a ghostly wail. and while it's not technically a power. it does scare a lot of people. "

spider-man thinks by her stating her new power—but not power—scare people scared him. dare he ask? dare he phu#k around and find out? is he that brave and stupid to play with god's care over his life like that? maybe, no—yes. her "ghostly wail" had him mad curious and anxious, because honestly, she was not the only one of them that had a new power to show off. it has been a few years since the two of them spent time together. a couple of years since he was an awkward spider struggling to twirl on his own to mimic her incredibly fluid motions like she was a naturally born spider, somehow made human. he has grown since then.

❝ aight, we out then. show me over... ❞ spider-man's voice gasconaded with resolve, giving no room to protest as he rose up on the roof of the b-train and surveyed their surroundings—a frightening, incomrephensible blur to mundane mortals. the two spiders had been luxuriously relaxed on the speeding locomotive for however long, but it was time for a show. ❝... there! ❞ spider-man didn't bother pointing at the designation; this would be a short game of follow-the-leader.

the train's overpass, wedged between the narrow, simmering streets of predominate european immigrants of the brighton beach neighborhood, became his launching point. it was an effortless endeavor, he propelled himself upwards, transcending the best of human olympians in a series that tested his anatomy. he speedily twists his body in ways that could have him considered for the guinness world record, if he actually wanted to try. landing with perfect spidey-esque grace, he embraced the rooftop with all fours, sneakers creasing against the asphalt, ten webbed fingers perfectly absorbing the impact.

rising up from the ground, both hands wavered in gwen's direction, beckoning her to join him atop the weathered rooftop—an ancient psychic palm reading shop, that mayhaps been indefinitely closed and doomed to have its section of the block repurposed for a better business.

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#ghztspider #( sorry it took me a min!)#unprompted ask tag tbt

" do you play any instruments? i'm thinking about starting a band. "

the question triggers a memory that has him warming up a smile. musical elements were heavily ingrained in both sides of his families dna, and he wouldn't have been considered born from a davis, or worthy of the name morales, if there weren't any parts of him that reflected that. miles rubs his hairless chin, nodding yes to her question. ❝ yo, it's been a minute, but i do pretty aiight with the harmonica, but the trumpet? ❞ it wasn't because he was named after the famous miles davis and he was one of the late god's with that instrument in mouth-and-hand. if talent worked like that, then, well.. that's a can of worms we won't be opening today.

his love for the trumpet was from the many father-son nights out spent at the c.o.d.b. night club in manhattan. the davis brothers went to that place like it was mosque, finding themselves enthralled with the many musicians that frequented the place. local, upcoming talents, and famous ones alike. jeff made it a generational thing by bringing his son to it, introducing him to an assortment of musicians that played their respective instruments like pouring out the purities of their souls depended on it.

trumpeters and harmonica players stood out to him the most. he dreamed of trying out those instruments and made it known every so often. like any good parents would, they went through the channels they needed to enroll miles in musically-inclined settings and had the money to buy him the instruments. his fingers formed over an invisible trumpet in front of him and began playing the soundless tune for his friend. ❝ i think i'm the dopest one you'll find on this side of brooklyn. if you need that, i'm your player. but how is a band gonna work with us being from different dimensions? ❞

@ghztspider | unprompted.

#ghztspider #( it took me years - my bad on that )

" did becoming torn from heaven and losing the piece of salvation you were hurt? " / to madoka

Emotionally? Yes and no. The ache is so great that she cannot comprehend that she is wounded. It's ever throbbing but she is senseless and helpless to it. Physically? Well, she didn't have a body, she just was.

"Um. I guess?" An awkward laugh is all she has to offer. "Do you ask that a lot?"

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@ghztspider asked: “I’m not stepping aside until you back up.” / Protective sentence starters.

"Gwen." Miguel sighed as he stared the young girl down his hands balled into fists at his side. "I don't want to do this but you're not leaving me much choice here... all I want to do is talk." Miguel explained not moving an inch from where he stood. "Step aside and stop being a child."

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