#kingofspace

[sensesdialed-aa]

[txt]: maybe tiktok is an omniscient entity?

@kingofspace​ // discord text starters 

[txt]: would THAT explain why the most insanely specific stuff always comes up for me?? [txt]: cause i swear it’s always exactly something i was doing or thinking about or really close to my location they have too much raw power [txt]: or it’s just, you know, those internet ais that stalk you

[sensesdialed-aa]

@kingofspace​ asked: “[txt]: theRE’S NO BIBLE WIDTH BETWEEN YOU TWO, PETER. THAT’S WHY YOU’RE GOING TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL” // more discord text starters

[txt]: IM NOT EVEN CATHOLIC?????  [txt]: you’re being way too overdramatic about this ://  [txt]: it wasn’t even anything!!! i mean it probably didn’t mean anything at least, i don’t know

[sensesdialed-aa]

(kingofspace) [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ]

@kingofspace​ // non sexual acts of affection

    PETER HATES THIS. Not often does he give himself the chance to rest, practically always hastily patching up his injuries on his own before passing out for the night and going on as if nothing happened the next morning. His healing tends to take care of most of his wounds QUICK ENOUGH anyways, and if it doesn’t, Peter manages to bare through the pain anyways. Most of what he sustains is nothing compared to what he’s handled before, and he’s grown skilled at HIDING it while in school. Except...there isn’t much to hide this time, not when he found himself on the verge of passing out before, knife half-protruding from his torso and blood dripping down his body. He remembers the constricted feeling in his chest, the spots dancing around his gaze, and the realization that well...he needed some help with this one. 

         Turns out he managed to get himself a punctured lung. Which means BEDREST, and Peter has never been patient. He can groan and grumble and complain all he wants ( what about everyone in the city who needs his help? what if someone gets robbed? what if a CAT is stuck in a TREE? ), but it doesn’t get him anywhere, and he’s left laying down counting the ceiling tiles and trying not to be so bored. 

   It’s when he’s on his fifth round of examining each corner of the room when Teddy takes a seat next to his bed, and Peter looks towards him with a small smile. “Hey-- Teddy-” Voice comes out raspy, almost wheezing-- right, this makes it ten times harder to breathe. “I’m so glad you’re here I was about to lose my mind, sitting here all day is so BORING? And I already beat every available level of Mario Kart right now, so this is basically pointless-- you...sure I’m not ready to leave yet?” 

[retroincarnated]

@kingofspace​ 

Maybe answering a text message from an unknown number saying that he was necessary for the creation of a new superhero league wasn't a brilliant idea, but... it was just the kind of thing that happened, in Teddy's mind. He gave the group before noticing... him. He'd seen him around the school and had kinda-sorta fallen head over heels for that dark hair and those eyes that saw deep into your soul. He walked up to him and smiled. "Hi, I'm Teddy. What's your name?"

before iron lad. he was alone, no scarlet witch, no friends at his school, no one to stand up for him, no one to stand up for. until...they came into his life, Iron lad, Patriot...hulkling. he was a part of something better them himself, and yet he can’t speak up to the others. it’s still very new.

Iron lad found him, gave him a team to care for, a name to work under, yet, he still found himself doubting every move he made. brown eyes flashing a blue looking up at the other-- he was in fact looking into souls, even if he didn’t fully understand the capacity of his powers just yet. 

❛ oh--- uh. ❜ a pause--- a look away ( slight red hues ) hand scratches nape of neck-- he’s nervous, Teddy has always been in another league at school- somewhere else on the battlefield that seems to be the american high school educational system, though it’s hard to hide his feelings-- articulating them and expressing them are a whole nother thing - something that requires the emotional stability that he seems to lack, though now looking at the other, he can’t help to feel the rush of blood to cheeks ( and the slight tears in his eyes from embarrassment )

  ❛ uh----- oh uhm. Billy----- My name is billy. . .❜ he’s looking down, trying to hide any sign that he might be attracted to the other, ( who wouldn’t be? ) ❛ so uh....Iron lad found you to? ❜ small talk is atrocious -- carrying a conversation -- ❛ uh--- you’re.....you chose uh-- hulkling? right?? no wait am i wrong i’m sorry. ❜ maybe he should just be quiet.. 

[sensesdialed-aa]

(kingofspace) ❝ You’re a terrible liar. ❞

@kingofspace​ // captain america: the winter soldier prompts

     SPUTTERING DENIAL, Peter shakes his head immediately, feigned look of confusion across his face-- shit, this isn’t going as well as he planned. Hiding his identity from Billy hadn’t lasted very long, given...well...magic, but he figured he wouldn’t end up messing up THIS QUICK in front of Teddy, too. “Wh-- I’m not...I’m not...LYING about anything-” Nervous laughter follows as he leans back on his heals, defensive cross of arms over his chest. “What-- uh, what makes you think I’m lying, ‘cause, I’m not-”

[cowkitty]

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[naturallyaspired]

King of space

Fuck yeah science bitch

[mrsboo-bear-blog1]

Tonight's making was a little different #worldbookday #kingofspace #mummywins