Choose your character from the selection above! Other possible choices can be found at my muselist though they may not as definitely be available for threads.
Name the character you want and either go right into a prompt or request a starter from me! Feel free to indicate any preferences of your own as well.
I'm open to a variety of scenarios, with my main limits being avoiding scenarios that are too extreme in terms of being bleak/graphic, and I also do not play smut, although adult content is otherwise still fine.
When it comes to shipping, I mostly play m/f with my characters or f/f when it comes to my female characters. Some exceptions are possible here and there (including Ishimaru/Mondo and shipping Drake with Launchpad and/or Fenton). Open to trying out both ships within canon or crosscanon pairings!
Feel free to pull from various memes such as the Random Scenario Meme and various other non-smut ones! Gen, adventure, comedy, some crack, angst, hurt/comfort, cuddling, romantic tension, being stuck in ridiculous scenarios, there's many possibilities. I do also love characters exploring dreams/mindscapes. And AUs can also be welcome!
[ It was all hands on deck by the time his team had made it to Earth-42. Miles being in the wrong dimension gave them a little buffer to catch him before he did something catastrophic, but the timing was already fraying his nerves.
Miguel is perched on a roof parallel to a familiar looking Brooklyn apartment building, marred by the city's rougher history. Miles' apartment. It was dark, and a heavy rain that just cleared up had obscured the window with droplets and streaks. He could still see some movement in there, but it wasn't Miles. It must be his mother. Or a version of her, anyway.
Peter's greeting is ignored in the meantime, choosing instead to tap at his wrist watch to give the status report. The rest of the team gets their instructions - He's not here. Keep looking. - and then Miguel's posture stiffens upright in acknowledgement of his friend's arrival. ]
Peter.
[ He had asked Lyla to send out everyone, so he doesn't suspect anything awry with Peter B, but he was getting a very frosty hello. ]
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Miguel is perched on a roof parallel to a familiar looking Brooklyn apartment building, marred by the city's rougher history. Miles' apartment. It was dark, and a heavy rain that just cleared up had obscured the window with droplets and streaks. He could still see some movement in there, but it wasn't Miles. It must be his mother. Or a version of her, anyway.
Peter's greeting is ignored in the meantime, choosing instead to tap at his wrist watch to give the status report. The rest of the team gets their instructions - He's not here. Keep looking. - and then Miguel's posture stiffens upright in acknowledgement of his friend's arrival. ]
Peter.
[ He had asked Lyla to send out everyone, so he doesn't suspect anything awry with Peter B, but he was getting a very frosty hello. ]