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:// Guess who's back bitches. For good.

A lot has happened over the years I've been in and outta here honestly. I lost one of my dogs, lost my home and job of 4 years, a shitty (coughCHEATINGcough) situation I finally got out of and a lot of life lessons learned this year alone. Finally now in the most safest, warm safe space I could be in thanks to an older sibling. Thus my return here to pass time while I FINALLY finish school and get the life I deserve for my self and my remaining puppy girl Luci.

So, this blog is OLD, a lotta memories, a lotta junk from my younger self. It's gonna be going through some major clean up and re-curating.

If anyone wants to stay for the ride, please do let me know you're here ! I have a new Discord I will hand out to those who ask for it. I've grown a lot more as well, so bullshit is highly IGNORED here too. Idk what the hell has been going on with tumblr but best believe it won't slide. Other than that, I'm here to enjoy an old friendly comfort character and safe space.

If anything, feel free to LIKE THIS POST IF YOU WISH TO REMAIN MUTUALS, INTERACT OR WANT ME TO FOLLOW BACK.

@prosewrote​ sent  ☾ / Peter for Billy ! 

send a ☾ and i will generate a number for what my muse says to yours.

❝ i know i don’t deserve it;  but stay with me a minute i swear i’ll make it worth it. ❞

“What’dya WANT Billy ?” 

Peter was TIRED after the past week he’s had; being part of the new addition of new students and already being out casted as the weird, quiet boy with a penchant for hoodies and Converse sneakers as his only main attire. He’s learned some of the kids names but DEFINITELY kept in mind the ones of those who either PISS him off or emit bully and danger vibes from. All of which the boy standing in front of him check off fully.

He was convinced by Jonathan to join him and some of his friends to the pool today; while they swam and laughed Peter stuck to himself by the edge with his feet in the water, a small paperback in hand as he soaked in the sun instead. He had heard the other boy approach him but didn’t bother to look up from his book until he spoke. Why was Billy being semi friendly right now ? Last time they interacted Peter was shoved HARD into the lockers just because he defended some one else from Billy. 

+ @spiidcr liked for a TASM starter ! 

+ “ I really don’t know what to say. How long…how long has this been going on ? “

“Since I was 16 years old. And here we are barely two years out of school anyway so, it hasn’t been that LONG.” 

It was HIS slip up, he’s been pulling all nighter’s for the past week, he should’ve known better than to hang out with MJ while this loopy. She had almost spilled hot tomato sauce on her hand when they were cooking together and his first instinct was to WEB her hand out of the way to prevent injury. He even looked at her confused at HER confusion before realizing what he had done. No use crying over spilt web fluid; he apologized for the mess and sat her down to explain everything. He gave her a sheepish smile before pointing at her hand.

He  should  have  figured  Peter  hadn’t  just  shown  up  again  to  ask  him  about  bacon  and  straighteners,  though  that  probably  have  been  a  more  interesting  than  fixing  yet  another  web  shooter.  It  had  to  be  at  least  once  every  two  weeks  at  this  point  surely,  perhaps  not  with  this  Peter  but  his  own.  “  I  was  hoping  you  were  gonna  give  me  something  more  challenging. ”  Tony  took  the  remains  of  the  web  shooter  and  looked  it  over,  nose  wrinkled.   “ It  is  different  from  my  Peter’s.  It’ll  be  fun. ” 

The  real  challenge  was  finding  a  way  to  get  Peter  back  to  his  timeline  where  he  belonged.  It  wouldn’t  be  so  bad  if  he  got  stuck  here,  Tony  enjoyed  his  company  but  he  didn’t  belong  here.  “ Stop  giving  me  puppy  eyes,  I’m  helping  you   already. ”   His  eyes  rolled  and  he  stood  to  his  feet.   

“ Doctor  Strange  was  fighting  a  half  goop  half  octopus?  How’d  that  go?  Please  tell  me  he  got  covered  in  slime  as  well.  It’s  the  least  that  man  deserves. ”  A  smirk  tugged  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth  and  he  set  the  web  shooter  down  onto  the  table.  “ I’m  probably  going  to  have  to  make  a  new  one,  this  thing  is  next  to  useful.  Got  any  upgrades  in  mind? ”

Unfortunately  for  him  he  needed  to  see  Strange  if  he  were  to  ever  stand  a  chance  at  getting  Peter  back  to  his  rightful  timeline,  but  for  now  he  was  holding  off  on  that  -  more  specifically  because  he  saw  Strange  roll  his  eyes  one  more  time  the  pair  were  going  to  butt  heads.

If Peter had a tail it’d be wagging at this point when he smiled big, following the older man to his work table without another word. He enjoyed these times; not on patrol in a New York that wasn’t his or being interrogated by said wizard guy on how he got here in the first place. He’s still not sure, all he remembers was a bright flash of blue light and suddenly he was thrown through several colorful sceneries before landing here. Everyone seemed nice enough, if a bit bothered, but TONY. He was the only one who seemed he could tolerate Peter’s antics and personality. Which makes sense, since Peter found out about his younger self finally being discovered by the man. Tony made him feel welcomed and just for that little bit Peter was grateful; standing close by as he watched Tony handle the pitiful remains of his web shooters. He thinks back to his own ideas for a moment before registering Tony’s question, grinning and nodding.

“Oh yeah, he actually got SWALLOWED by the thing, had to magically cut himself free from it too. Of course when he was out he just --” he gestures his hands up and down his body “ -- made the stuff disappear. I had to BEG him to do the same for me because I had no other clothes with me other than the suit.” 

He sits himself on a stool next to Tony, swaying himself side to side as he focused on the man working. He clicks his tongue and hums in thought, brows furrowing, head turning to the side. Didn’t he want taser webs at one point ? He sits straighter, still twisting in his seat as he shrugs, small smile on his thin lips. 

@webhaed​ sent    ❛  i’m  behaving  myself .  ❜ / from witcher!Peter !

An eyebrow arches at the Viper Witcher and Geralt gives out a small huff of amusement. Behaving himself? Somehow, Geralt doesn’t exactly believe him. Both of them tend to not know how to behave themselves from time to time. 

Geralt doesn’t know how to not get involved in matters that shouldn’t involve him but he can never sit idly by while someone is getting hurt or bein harassed. “What did you do?” If Peter is already telling him he’s behaving, Geralt assumes he’s up to something, or has done something.

Before Peter had entered the tavern he had heard a scuffle and a high pitched squeak just to the side of the building. Now he wasn’t one for imposing on matter’s that didn’t involve him . . USUALLY, but when he peered around and saw a man holding his hand over a small woman’s mouth to keep her from making noise, he wasn’t about to let that turn into something ELSE. Without hesitation he had sprung into action by kicking out his foot toward the man’s back knee, making him buckle and tumble down, trying to take the woman with him. Peter was quick to grab the woman by the underarms to keep her upright, trying to calm her down as he pulled them away from the man. She’s frantically begging him not to hurt her, which in turn makes Peter frown in slight hurt. He let’s her go immediately once he deems her able to stand herself; he reassures her he just wanted to get the other off her, watching with controlled expression as she nods, unsure of his intentions still. 

She thanks him quickly and scurries away, leaving Peter to grab the man by the scruff when he tries running at the woman, neatly catching any throws the human tries to give him. Peter ignores all insults, dragging him further into the public square before manhandling him to the ground. He was about to SCOLD the man, when he receives a shot of spit to his cheek. Passersby either slow or fully stop to stare at the pair of them, while vibrant green eyes stare down at the man, Peter’s lips thinning into an angry line. Each second that passes by, the human FINALLY seems to realize what mistake he’s made, but tries for bravado anyway. 

Peter decides to shut that down right away with a firm STOMP to the mans leg, smirking at the rather satisfying CRACK he could both feel and hear alongside with the mans screams of pain. He then begins stepping away, walking into the tavern to meet with his fellow Witcher companion finally, calling over his shoulder for one last remark. “Try taking anyone now you fuck, enjoy TRYING to heal that.” 

He ignores the aftermath and strides in relaxed, spotting white hair and quickening his pace to meet up with Geralt. He immediately assures his innocence, ordering a drink for himself via a LOVELY looking lady who giggles softly at his wink. He then stares at Geralt with big eyes, smiling and shaking his head gently, wavy locks dancing with the movement. 

“Never said you had to Z, honestly he deserved it for talking to you that way.” 

Peter was still adjusting to the impromptu show’s Zephyr sometimes did in public, enjoying them nonetheless however. Z was so good at them and often loved seeing how the kids and teenager’s would react to his illusions. But that one older guy didn’t need to state his nasty opinion to Zephyr OR try and get aggressive. Honestly even Peter was tempted to show him his own medicine but it looked as though the other beat him to it. 

@webhaed​ sent ❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

“That is exactly how you should see it.” Geralt says, looking up from his task of sharpening his sword to look over at the other Witcher he’s been traveling with. How they got on the subject of scars, he’s not sure, but he doesn’t mind it. “I have quite a few myself.”

Peter chuckles softly, peering up at his companion from under dirty brown bangs, hands habitually sliding the stone along his own blade before setting them down. He absentmindedly rubs at the scar near his clavicle, the bumps of the marred skin reminding him of his earlier days, how much fear he actually had in that moments battle. He then thinks to the hidden larger scar beneath his shirt cutting across his back. He was BOUND to gain more as he continued to live and he would be just as proud of those too, no matter the opinions of other’s. Geralt understood and Peter was was grateful. 

He set’s his things away and groans softly as he leans back to lie down, green eyes scanning the evenings sky of stars barely beginning to twinkle alive for the night. He smiles softly to himself; he likes how Geralt doesn’t seem to mind greatly Peter’s habit of randomly spoken thoughts. 

“I’ll bet you do, the great White Wolf. I always did enjoy that bard’s musical tales of you, even if he twists some things for better story telling. . .Tell me, if you were given the chance to be human, would you take it ? A simple enough life, no monster killing or berating. Just, LIVING.”

Coming to New York was honestly the last thing Zephyr thought he would do. Places like this made him feel like he would just get lost one day and never be found. He was still debating if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but hey, at least there was a coffee place incredibly close to his apartment. Black painted nails drummed on the wallet case of his phone as he waited in line, dark eyes scanning the room for…well, anything really. He wasn’t exactly comfortable in this new city yet.

As he turned to leave, a stranger bumped into him, causing his coffee to spill a bit. He inhaled as the hot liquid moved ever closer to his skin, whispering “Dleihs” just before it collided. A shimmering blue cloud of energy deflected the coffee, with Zephyr shrugging off and using a napkin to hide the magic and wipe the coffee away with some trained sleight of hand. Thankfully, he was quick enough to do so as the other was looking for napkins.

“Oh, no worries, I’ve got it. It happens.” He replied, turning on whatever remained of his former stage presence with a friendly smile.

He’s still handing the other male more napkins just in case, almost missing the call for his own order. He begs the stranger to wait just a moment as he goes to grab his coffee real quick, slightly huffing at the misspell of his name; Peet, really ? He swerves around the next irritated customer and smiles sheepishly at the other, both moving to the side for more room. He feel’s so bad, feeling fading only once brown eyes scanned for possible injury on the guy, finding there were none. He nod’s over to two empty stool seats near the window, taking a step toward them. 

“Care to join me ? At the very least so I can apologize properly without us getting bulldozed over by the lunch hour rush herd.” He chuckles, teeth worrying his bottom lip in habit. 

:// Alrighty ya’ll, it’s 3AM my side and I got a closing shift tomorrow ! I’ma hit the hay BUT ! 

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