I need ta' lock in, huh?

“𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎.”

“Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man is back to defend the Spiderverse!”

“ Ain't nothin' too dangerous for me—ya' could say that i have a penchant fer' it." He took a sip from his own teacup, a brief period of silence between the two before he tried to break the ice. "Sooooo.." he trailed off. "What're th' x-men like in your universe? Not everyday i get to talk— ++

A cup landed down in front of his guest, a steaming reddish-orange mixture poured into it from a pot he had in the other hand. " Just a simple mix o' red oolong and raspberry tea—should be enough energy ta' get you down to five o'clock. "

Currently up having his morning tea, trying to get the day started if the reader wants some as well.

Who's around for me ta' pester...? Show yerself—i can feel your pulse.

Swinging around, currently looking for some form of action on the street.

────────────────⋆⋅❌⋅⋆──── 𝕋𝐡𝐞 𝕀𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞... ══════════⊹⊱✖️⊰⊹═════════ 匚𝕪𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕤 ───⋆⋅❌⋅⋆───────────────── 𝕋𝕠 𝕞𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕏-𝕄𝕖𝕟...

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Currently sitting in a chair atop the baxter building, eating up the snacks that the fantastic four leaves him in a fruit bowl. Having Peter for a mentor has its perks here and there...

"WHAT?!"

"...what???"

Tea over coffee, kiss ma' ass.

Morning from Spider-Shock. Taking some long stretches before he prepares to do a giant warehouse raid. A turn of the hips, and his elbow accidentally bopped the reader on the nose.

Where's all that damn humanity that you speak of?

❝ 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 . . . ❞

❝ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 . . . ❞

( A Solo Drabble. ) TILEWORK GHOSTS ( READ: ⬇️ )

"Ooh!! oh so scary. . ." He walked over, simply ripping the webs off with a finger pulling down the middle of the tight cocoon. "What're ya' even doin' up here? Patrollin' the streets or are ya' feeling a bit mischievous like me?"

Yishai instigating when he sees someone he knows damn well is above his power belt

"𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 !! " Hunching into a defensive position, aura of blue starting to illuminate around his mask and hands, but not before drawing out his arm to show his finger. He curled it alongside a popping of electricity. A quiet way of sayin' 'c'mere'.

"It's all biodegradable, besides—white's a nice secondary color for yer' hair. " He stifles back a chuckle. He's enjoying it.

“ Don't announce it ta' me. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧' 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄. “

Currently webs ( the reader ) up after they got too close in his space. He was on edge, and didn't mean to, but also didn't feel like apologizing either.

Morning. He's currently up spending his morning walking around on the ceiling as he thinks to himself. "If it truly ain't ma' fault, then why do still i blame myself... Sometimes i wonder maybe if i'd just... ( A pause, before going in for another sip of tea. )

// if I get any I'll get to them soon.

// if I get any I'll get to them soon.

Yishai’s fingers drummed faintly on the book he’d closed minutes ago—now just a prop beneath his palm. His jaw shifted side to side, like he was working something loose from his teeth, even as he stared somewhere off behind Strange. Not dismissive, at least not fully, moreso of him just— ++

Morning from Yishai as he stared out into the horizon. "Another lonely mornin' in a populated New York, huh?"

"Don't suck yer' own ego off in front of me..." He audibly groans in disgust, more annoyed by his not so subtle antagonism. " That's what grinds ma' gears. That hoiler than thou messiah theater shit. "

// im such a shit writer bro

"Yeah, i know where electricity sits on th' spectrum, old fool. I also know it’s not just voltages anymore, think I’m just hurlin’ bolts like some busted outlet? Nah. My nervous system adapted past that. My powers aren’t just electric—they’re reactive. Environmental. Dimensional. You— ++

Why do people use shock as an' alternative for swearing? Which one are ya' even referring to?

"Oh, i've been there. Probably heard that yer' time will come soon too—it will." A beat. "Why're ya' even around? Seems oddly coincidental we're in th' same area when nothing really is goin' on."

// I'm so sorry magneto-mun 😭😭😭 Yishai's universe Magneto killed his sister and he just doesn't fuck with any Magento from any universe 😭😭😭

"I mind yer' existence—all of ya' damn neto's..." Seems like a personal nerve has been struck by their presence, despite them not doing anything to him, at least not THIS version...

Stops, immediately giving them a death glare.

Good morning from Spider-Shock. He's currently on patrol, or moreso is dancing up on a rooftop to his walkman as he got distracted by the rhythm.

// I can't take a like at face value for an answer bro...

// Anyone down to plot? Feels like i don't really get a chance to do anything on here

"You're all in for a SHOCKER! HAHAHAHAHA! I'm so funny..."

𝗪𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗔 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗼 ⚠️ 𝗖𝗪: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗺 Read: docs.google.com/document/d/1WE…https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WEd0EkF1LuSyAsvGG-kqq_EmGxRT-LoRINWSD6GuDOI/edit?usp=drivesdk