It was always nice, checking up on the other spiders. Whether she ended up just... staying for lunch, helping them with something, or even just saying hi, it was something... familiar.

After everything they’d all been through, didn’t feel right not swinging by every now and again, but...

This version of New York is... y’know. a thousand years in the future. So it takes a little longer than Gwen is ever likely to admit before she sees Peni on a patrol, quickly catching up to her, and landing a few buildings ahead, so. she doesn’t end up a bug on the windshield of the Big Mech.

  bright eyes flit between the offering held almost warily in her open hand and what he can see of her face , turned away in what he recognizes from his own experiences as fear. he'd like to think that he'd never given her any reason to be scared of him , but he knows better than anyone that fear doesn't always need a reason to manifest.

  without a word , dwight plucks the makeshift bracelet from her hand and slips it over his hand , tightens it enough that it rests comfortably on his wrist.

Subconsciously, Hector recognizes his close friend’s footsteps before he even hears his voice. Doesn’t stop him being pleasantly surprised, though! He takes the cupcake almost reverently, gazing on the candle with wonder. What a strange twist of fate, that he should find himself a whole continent away from home, surrounded by familiar faces...

On a day like today, he’s all the more glad for it.

“I’m supposed to make a wish, aren’t I?” he muses aloud, brows furrowing. Pensive doesn’t really suit him, so he doesn’t spend overlong thinking about it. He already knows what he wishes for, deep down. For his friends to be happy and healthy. For Ostia - and Lycia, and all of Elibe - to find prosperity. For his brother to rest peacefully, knowing he’s left their home in good hands.

He blows out the candle, plucks it from its chocolate prison, and grins. “I’d offer to share, but since you say there’s more lying in wait... I’ll indulge, if you don’t mind.” He takes a bite and damn, that’s good stuff.

And then he almost chokes on the buggered thing, hacking and coughing before pinning his friend down with an incredulous stare. “Let me win?” he echoes, puffing his chest out. “I’ll make you eat those words, Eliwood. Heed me well.”

fleetwood mac: rumors starters | accepting

    “Dick, that’s not true.”

[ invite ] my muse inviting yours to sit on their lap .

it’s    not    so    much    an    invitation    as    it    is    a    rather    drunk    artemy    slipping    his    arm    around    daniil’s    waist    and    pulling    him    down    into    his    lap,    holding    him    almost    possessively    and    resting    his    forehead    on    his    shoulder.    their    company    don’t    seem    to    pay    them    any    mind    ————–    it    has    become    common    knowledge    at    this    point    that    they    have    become    close    friends,    with    a    bond    firmer    than    most.    (    if    only    they    knew.    ‘    friends    ‘    is    not    quite    the    word    to    describe    what    they    are,    not    even    remotely.    )

@initcne​      :       i’m not really here.

vanya had told darlene where the spare key was      —      tucked in a little envelope under the potted plant in the hall,      the most obvious hiding spot in the world      —      after the first few break - ins,      so it isn’t much of a surprise to see her sitting on the couch when she gets home from orchestra rehearsal,      watching something - or - other on vanya’s tv.      nothing she’s seen before.      she sits down next to darlene anyway,      a tired half - smile and a hello.