THIS LIFE CAN ALMOST KILL YOU.
ind. multimuse / canons & ocs / penned by bree.

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THIS LIFE CAN ALMOST KILL YOU.
ind. multimuse / canons & ocs / penned by bree.
SELECTIVE HIATUS NOTICE.
Long time no see, babes !! Just popping in here to make this little notice. Due to inactivity on this blog, I’m putting Peter on a selective hiatus. This means that if you wish to interact with my speedy son, shoot me a message on one of my more active blogs and I will pop in here to write with you. You can find my active blogs here: xxx ; xxx ; xxx. I will queue this a few times in case some of you missed this the first time around. I hope to see all you lovely babs around the dash !!
SELECTIVE HIATUS NOTICE.
Long time no see, babes !! Just popping in here to make this little notice. Due to inactivity on this blog, I’m putting Peter on a selective hiatus. This means that if you wish to interact with my speedy son, shoot me a message on one of my more active blogs and I will pop in here to write with you. You can find my active blogs here: xxx ; xxx ; xxx. I will queue this a few times in case some of you missed this the first time around. I hope to see all you lovely babs around the dash !!
SELECTIVE HIATUS NOTICE.
Long time no see, babes !! Just popping in here to make this little notice. Due to inactivity on this blog, I’m putting Peter on a selective hiatus. This means that if you wish to interact with my speedy son, shoot me a message on one of my more active blogs and I will pop in here to write with you. You can find my active blogs here: xxx ; xxx ; xxx. I will queue this a few times in case some of you missed this the first time around. I hope to see all you lovely babs around the dash !!
❝ A true master of stealth can blend into any environment. If I remain still, my enemies will have no idea when I’m about to strike. ❞
THE DEADLIEST PREDATOR IS THE ONE YOU CANNOT SEE.
"I have to leave. My dad knows where I am." / slams this into your ask
❝ I’m coming with you. ❞
There is absolutely NO HESITATION in his words; Peter meant it when he said he would follow where Clara went, and now that he knew she was most likely in grave danger, there was no way he was about to let her walk off on her own. From what he heard, her father, Murmur, was dangerous beyond words. Although Peter knew Clara was strong and could handle herself, he also knew that she didn’t have to. ( And he didn’t want her to. )
❝ I know some places we could go. – It’d buy you some more time. ❞
scott summers & jean grey - cyclops & marvel girl
Blondie.
❛Uhm, they sure haven’t asked about the guy with the grey hair…❜
She stood there looking around in the search for cops. Caroline lifted her brows waiting for a reason from him but she was sure getting no answer. ❛—-why would the cops asked about you, anyway??❜ The blonde was curious to know on why he seemed to be running away from the police.
❝ Really ? ---- Huh. ❞
( Well, that was relieving. ) It wasn’t hard for Peter to OUTRUN people, but he found that the cops had always been a real pain in his ass. Many of them knew who he was and where he lived, but once he started living at Xavier’s, it was as if he had a fresh start. Sadly, old habits died hard, and he found himself SHOPLIFTING at places near his home again.
( His favorite store was there, anyway. )
A light chuckle escaped the speedster’s lips, and chocolate hues flitted downwards to stare at his sneakers for several moments.
❝ I kinda, uh, borrowed a couple things from a grocery store. ❞
( With no intention of giving them back, of course; that was IMPLIED. Wasn’t it? )
???
“Uhhh——”
Sudden questions about TWINKIES, of all things, weren’t what Jan expected to encounter right at that moment. She was more concerned with figuring out WHERE she was and how she managed to get herself there— or if it was part of her issues again. There was a hesitant shrug of her shoulders before a crossing of her arms until–
“———-I’ve never really been a box of Twinkies, myself, let alone several DOZEN, so I’m not entirely sure they can actually hide themselves. But, um…do you remember where you last saw them, at least?”
❝ Yeah, well... -- I saw ‘em at the STORE... and then they were in... my hands... ❞
As he speaks, his words get more and more spread apart, as he is racking his brain about where he hid the Twinkies. It would be a shame if all of them went to waste; surely, no one would find them if he didn’t.
( Man, thinking this hard sure did make him hungry. ) Almost subconsciously, he sped away for a SPLIT SECOND and appeared right back in front of her again -- this time, there was a Twinkie in his hand. He took a bite into the snack, his silver sneaker tapping on the ground as he continued attempting to retrace his steps in his mind.
❝ I’m really outta ideas here. ❞
@hersanity.
He practically has a HEART ATTACK when he peers under the bed ( where he kept his secret snack stash ) to find that a very important part of it was missing. Chocolate hues widen as he double-checks -- then triple checks. Nope, they were gone. All of them.
( Every last box. )
There weren’t many people who knew about the stash, but in that moment, Peter figured he shouldn’t have told ANYONE. Silver locks swing violently as his head jerks up to stare at his friend, who was sitting in a chair across the room watching his panic unfold.
❝ Joey !! -- Did you touch my Suzy Q’s ? ❞
I love them guys
Malia.
❛ i guess technically, i am a MUTANT, but i don’t have superhero powers. i just turn into a coyote. well, actually, i can’t do the turning thing anymore. did it once, couldn’t really do it again. ❜
❝ A... were-coyote ? Like, a werewolf, but -- not ? ❞
( Like Hank, perhaps? ) There was a pause, and Peter found himself FURROWING his brows. Alright, so if she couldn’t turn into a coyote anymore, what was she?
❝ So you’re not a mutant ANYMORE ? ❞
❝ I’m holding your neck so you don’t get whiplash. ❞ What?
❝ WHIP-LAAAASH. ❞
independent. private. selective. fox-based peter maximoff. written by bree.