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"I mean I know we're talking about the new guy in town here but... I'd- I'd say you do that already, honestly. I mean I know you hate it when they stick you on features or whatever, but your investigative stuff?" He pauses for a moment, thinking. "Especially the ones that may or may not have given me an ulcer or two but... y'know."

“Feels like part of being a hero is standing behind your actions; being willing to say ‘yeah, that was me’. That’s the sort of hero I’D wanna be, at least.”

º ✧ 。a canon dialogue starter for @labwebs !

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🕸️being an angry crier freaking sucks

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🕸super fun when i have intentions of doing things i enjoy but then Stuff Happens and i loose all ability to concentrate bc i'm Stressed and it sucks because doing the things i enjoy is how i Stop Being Stressed 🙃

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🕸can't wait to be managed by someone who's brain isn't fully developed. again.

🕸celebrated work not imploding too soon. great.

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🕸celebrated work not imploding too soon. great.

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🕸the urge to do a whole sm1 replay in the bombastic bag man outfit

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"J. Jonah Jameson? Formerly of the Daily Bugle? No?" he asks, only briefly glancing up at the other man before shaking his head. No, this Charles Xavier didn't look like a reporter or even wannabe podcaster, but it wasn't a story he shared. Heck, since the night it'd happened he'd only told one person the entire truth about Gwen's death. Even the half-true story he'd rarely shared with those who didn't know about both of his lives was just that: rarely shared. And certainly not with a stranger.

"I'm fine," he said, though his hand rubbing away a few tears that stung at the corners of his eyes told another story. "'s just... I'll be alright. Bad day. Nothing new." Grief was rarely linear- something Peter knew all too well. He just hated that anger had been his reaction this time. He almost wanted to go find that intern and apologize but... no. Someone willing to hit him when he was low and twist a figurative knife in him didn't really deserve that. Probably.

"I- I appreciate you stopping, man, but I'll be fine. Seriously."

"Who's JJ?" The professor questions, tilting his head to the side just a bit as he observes the mutate sitting in front of him. He's got mutated genes, that much Charles can tell, but he won't know more about it unless he goes digging - which he won't. He doesn't feel the need to. The only thing he wants to do right now is see if he can help with anything. Something about the man in front of him tells him their fates are intertwined in one way or another. In what way? He doesn't know yet. An ally, a teacher? Maybe. Or maybe something else entirely.

"My name is Charles Xavier.... I don't know who JJ is, but I'm not an intern. I run a school in Westchester." He sits back in his chair some, keeping his eyes trained on the man in front of him. "You look like you're having an incredibly rough time."

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send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

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🕸️ik the world in general is on fire but can my own life stop falling to pieces for a bit or what

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🕸i really did want to write tonight but i had to leave work early bc Stuff Happened that made me upset and just sorta pushed me over the edge keeping-it-together wise so uh. yeah. maybe tomorrow but depends on how things go. man would i like to have something nice happen tbh.

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🕸️I’m just. Straight up having an awful week. Haaaaaa.

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* 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋: 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐏. 𝟏-𝟔.

feel free to change pronouns / wording! spoilers ahead!

— " the city finds other ways to protect itself. " — " i just wish we had popcorn. " — " they're coming for me! " — " they're gonna be right here any minute. " — " you stay with me. " — " daredevil's been gone for a really long time. " — " crime is just so out of line over here. " — " i just wanted to catch you alone. " — " i know you're lying, i'm just not sure who to, me or yourself. " — " my message is very clear. " — " i'm impressed with your enthusiasm. " — " stay out of my private life. " — " i was wondering if we could have a little chat. " — " tragedy can transform a man. " — " it's hard to come to terms with a violent nature. " — " if you step out of line, i will be there. " — " i said stay out of it. " — " are the strong obligated to protect the weak? " — " all i was trying to do was help a guy out. " — " is there anything you're not telling me? " — " you're one of the first people to take me seriously. " — " are you even capable of feeling guilt or remorse? " — " i'm not looking for trouble. " — " someone's gotta protect the streets. " — " for the most part, men are weak. " — " i'm sick and tired of being afraid. " — " i'm here to help, you can trust me. " — " i think you've misunderstood the concept of a safe house. " — " you promised i'd be safe. " — " we're gonna need a lot more bourbon. " — " let's not fall into a place where i don't trust you. " — " good people can do bad things. " — " real heroes don't need to hide. " — " gotta love a man who cooks. " — " a man who wears a mask to cover his face is a coward. " — " i needed to feel alive, not crushed down. " — " i wish i could be a vigilante, i'd be out there too. " — " this entire thing is my fault. " — " i know how unreliable people can be. " — " if you ever do anything like that again, it will be the last thing that you ever do. " — " i ain't hiding from shit. " — " that guilt, that shame, that's my home, and i can see it on you, i can smell it on you. " — " if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were trying to avoid me. " — " you ever feel like you're pushing a rock up a hill, and there's a bunch of people on the other side pushing back? " — " i can tell you pretty much anything you wanna know, i'd just have to kill you. " — " i can't imagine you not being here. " — " that's certainly the nicest 'no' i've received yet. " — " these weapons are loaded, they're live, and they're very, very real. if anyone has any doubts about that, feel free to carry on and find out the hard way. " — " what kind of lawyer are you? " — " you and i both know you didn't come here to kill anybody. " — " i always believe things happen for a reason. " — " i just came here to check on you. " — " you were a victim of a crime. " — " does a mask allow us to be our true selves, or does it strip away our identity and allow us to act like animals? " — " don't tell me how to be. " — " therapy talk? was i doing that? " — " don't rely on anyone to do what you can do for yourself. " — " the people that actually make it happen, they don't sit around and wait. " — " you gotta let this one go. " — " there's a lot of shitbags in the world. " — " sometimes, when you need to get the job done, it requires a little... well, creative thinking. " — " i didn't know who else to call. " — " it's okay, i'm here. "

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The name Charles Xavier tickled at something in the back of Peter's mind, but he couldn't quite place the man. But apart from his trip to Symkaria to be MJ's photographer for her articles and book, he'd been pretty solidly focused on news and things happening just in the city and his neighborhood for... well, years now. He'd have to ask MJ once he got back- she'd know for sure.

"Oh, I didn't realize- sorry. But thank you again, really," he said, shaking Charles' hand with one of his own and waving the other at the kid with a friendly smile just in case she was still watching. Though his own attempt at being a full-time teacher had been disastrous, he still enjoyed teaching. Substitute teaching was one of the (many) things he was doing these days while building the Emily May Foundation back up, though. Mostly at Midtown- an easy enough bike ride over and often with the opportunity to meet MJ for lunch.

"Not the most comfortable, no- but not the worst I've dealt with either," Peter chuckled, following the man. He'd made upgrades and improvements to his suit over the years, but it remained a downright awful experience to fall into the East River. Always took days to get rid of that funk. "I do seriously appreciate this though, sir."

A smile settles on the professor's lips when the other thanks him for letting him in. "It's not a problem, I promise." If anything, he's become a little bit of an expert at taking in strays. Not that he expects the young man to stay long per se, but the school has been a safe haven for people looking for shelter for a long time now. Which.. well.. Charles is actually pretty convinced that he doesn't realize what kind of place he just walked into. Probably missed the sign on the gate while in a hurry to get to the door.

Charles hardly believes that he's going to be a problem for them - after all, he can tell he's got mutated genes too.

"We have some rice in the kitchen. One of the things we keep on hand for the kids here." He had a lot of mouths to feed after all. As if on cue, one of the kids curiously peaks her head around the corner, before quickly retreating.

When Peter introduces himself, Charles holds a hand out to him. "Charles Xavier. I'm the headmaster of this school."

The professor moves his chair backwards for a bit before turning around to start heading into the direction of the kitchen. "Let's get your phone settled and then you can have some dry clothes. Those can't be very comfortable to be walking around in right now."

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🕸️Steve’s face lol

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Reblog if you’re willing to do threads that involve more than 2 muses

For some multi-muse blogs, they may have two muses who are always together or may want to introduce another muse partway in the thread to shake things up.

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"Oh, if that's how you feel about it then maybe I'll have to think of something else that you'll owe me," Peter teased, smirking as he took a sip of coffee from his mug. Yes, the worry was still there behind his eyes but... but it was something he could manage.

Which was nothing short of a miracle compared to how he'd been living his life before he'd gotten pulled into the whole multiverse everything. Of course so much of it was down to MJ's care and patience, but the likelihood of their paths crossing if he hadn't gone through all of that was minimal as far as he could tell. And for her to have stuck around through everything? His ups, his downs, finding out his closely held secrets and being exposed to some of the darker corners of his mind?

Well, he frequently wondered just exactly what he'd done to deserve her in his life. She was amazing.

"Love you, MJ," he said, leaning over to give her a kiss of his own. Sometimes he still couldn't quite believe that this was his life now. But he knew that he'd fight like hell to keep it. This- moments like this- were worth any struggle or challenge he might face.

In the years she'd known him, MJ had seen Peter fight THOUSANDS of times. She was more acquainted than either one of them would like her to be with what he looked like when he dug deep to find a way to win, when it was his sheer force of WILL that won the day and not his exceptional abilities.

He was doing it again, right here and now at their kitchen table. She was watching him breathe his way through the PANIC warring for control of his mind, actively fighting those dark inner voices he'd let win for years so he could join her in the FUTURE they both wanted.

God, he really was AMAZING.

"Sorry ... you're saying I get to have it my way AND my fiancé is going to be even clingier than usual? I'm struggling to see what the compromise is supposed to be here. Sounds like a win-win to me." MJ hummed, leaning in to kiss Peter's cheek to reward his show of bravery. "Proud of you, Tiger. And thank you."

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I'd love to say that this is the dumbest thing I've ever made, but we both know that's a lie