#mu1tiverse

[we44sy]

[ SMS » JOHN LOGAN ] : deeply attached ...

[   SMS   »   JOHN LOGAN   ]   :   did something happen to my sweet, poor bluebaru?

[   SMS   »   JOHN LOGAN   ]   :   i mean, other than the fucked up brakes and nonexistent air conditioning?

J. LOGAN ( @mu1tiverse ) sent : [  TXT  ]  :  quick  question.  how  attached  are  you  to  your  car? / accepting.

[h0usetour]

[ 𝗦𝗠𝗦 : 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗦𝗨𝗜𝗧 𝗝𝗥 ] 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗦 🖕

she hears the chime of her incoming text message from the other side of the door, and with a roll of her eyes, starts pounding. ❝ open the door, torres! ❞ he should probably know that she's not above making a scene in an apartment complex — and it wouldn't be the first time, either.

@mu1tiverse cont.'d

[fightwing]

@mu1tiverse / @spoilersup

dick's been in the game for too long to use corny, overused hollywood tropes of what their life SHOULD be. the whole 'he's right behind me, isn't he', 'no i in team' schtick seemed to just be the harbinger of bad days and dick ultimately tried to avoid it. THAT BEING SAID, and he hates to admit it, but it's . . . quiet. some might even say too quiet. the rational part of dick's brain thought hey, maybe it's one of those rarely seen low-stress days. where his phone doesn't ring not because of some nefarious super-villain plot to cut all communication but rather because there was nothing to communicate. an off day. and since he's operating under cliches now, he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth (what the hell is a gift horse??) so, essentially, he's not gonna question it. he leaves his phone on the charger (ringer on, just in case), turns on the tv and realizes, vaguely he has no idea what to do with his free time. are hobbies still a thing? does he need one? he's just about to start on dinner (order from his embarrassingly high pile of take-out menus) when he hears a knock at his door. TOO QUIET. he just had to say it. dick walks over with (flash-themed) socked feet, checks his security measures are in place (just in case) and then abruptly releases all tension in his shoulders (when did that get there?). TIM & STEPH. a nice surprise, then. " you're not take-out. " he says in lieu of greeting.

[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.

[aintstickin]

deserted convenience store parking lot, stranded in time with loose gas pumps and crookedly parked cars. scattered ruminants of daily lives interrupted by fear. the sight hadn't gone stale yet, try as nick might to pretend it was just another survey. the light over the door was hardly hanging on, windows shattered most likely from last minute gatherings. or worse. infected dotted dusty asphalt, lugging themselves along.

he'd almost lost his focus, back against a dividing wall that bled into the main street. insistence from his left had his head whipping around, free hand reaching to snag the other's collar as quietly as all things allowed.

" hang on a second, ball boy. " nick seethed with a push to his feet, bracing himself with bent knees, eyes out on staggering figures. they were slack-jawed, drooling and hungry. he let go, chin tipping down with the tone of his voice. " look, i don't know what you've been through t'give ya a fuckin' death wish, but let's use our heads a little while we still can, yeah? " palm dusted over the front of his suit, before resting back on his rifle. " you open that door, it could sound an alarm- then we're fucked. " steeling himself; it wasn't a yes, it wasn't a no. " we'll find another way. "

↳ @mu1tiverse's javier garcia : come on, i'm gonna get a candy bar.

[kidtropolis]

@mu1tiverse's tim drake; [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound.

each   pass   of   kryptonite-laced   needle   sends   pain   through   kon   seldomly   felt,   writhing   around   *incontrollably   as   the   pain   courses   through   them   in   a   way   that   leaves   *stars   blooming   behind   their   shut   eyes.   magic   was   a   pain   in   the   ass   ⸺   conner   had   said   so   the   *moment   he'd   felt   the   bolt   collide   with   their   shoulder.   by   the   time   tim   had   pulled   him   back   to   their   shared   hideout,   conner   was   cursing   a   loud   string   of   swears   as   they   had   begun   to   mentally   prepare   themselves   for   the   pain   they'd   be   in.   conner   cracks   one   eye   as   it   stares   at   tim,   still   squirming   like   a   cat,   ❝ are   we   almost   done?   c'mon,   rob,   hurts   so   bad. ❞

[causedavalanche]

@mu1tiverse liked ― for joaquin.

❝ IT'S FUNNY WHAT CAN HAPPEN WHEN SOMEONE BELIEVES IN YOU. ❞

[causedavalanche]

@mu1tiverse liked ― for jemma.

❝ ALL COULSON WANTED WAS FOR US TO TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER. ❞