All Hail The Osborns

Harry Osborn Closed RP

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Purple - what is their favorite animal?

Hedgiepoos

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27-31

27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it?

DEAD GIRLFRIEND PRANK (GONE WRONG) [GONE SEXUAL] {IN THE HOOD} «ARRESTED IN CLOCK TOWER»

28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for?

He already is numnuts

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one?

One time he stubbed his toe saving a teddy bear from his fathers wrath.

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?

31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what?

I refer you to point 27

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10

10. Is your character more feminine or masculine?

Yes.

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5

05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type?

As confident as a man in a wheelchair in 10k sprint.

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Red, Green

 Red- Their opinion on love

Harold believes love is a marketing ploy to get guys to spend billions of dollars on useless gifts. 

Green- What’s their favorite weather?

The type of weather that isn’t cold. 

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Send in a color and I will tell you about my Muse!

Blue - what brings them comfort? Pink - what makes them blush? Red - Their opinion on love Green - what is their favorite weather? Yellow - what makes them happy? Teal - what does their laugh sound like? Purple - what is their favorite animal? Magenta - What type of music do they listen to? Chartreuse - Do they have any bad habits? Black - Their fears/phobias? White - make up your own question!

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Get to know my character

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01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded? 02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? 03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? 04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical) 05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type? 06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying? 07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? 08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it? 09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday? 10. Is your character more feminine or masculine? 11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage? 12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up? 13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker? 14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates? 15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear. 16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like? 17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children? 18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode? 19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily? 20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures? 21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear? 22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have? 23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved? 24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like? 25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day? 26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc? 27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it? 28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for? 29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one? 30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like? 31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what? 32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do? 33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go? 34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc) 35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go? 36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life? 37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them? 38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc? 39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct? 40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others? 41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way? 42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change? 43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self? 44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character? 45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover? 47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along? 48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious? 49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood? 50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

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Smoke||Peter & Harry

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As much as he tried to keep composure, Peter couldn’t stop the way his nose crinkled, and his lungs tightened up as the smoke was blown toward him. It was a common reaction, and the smell made his nostrils tickle. At first, he raised his hand to push and fan at the smoke, turning his head to sneeze and cough, before glaring holes into the back of the man’s head. 

That’s when he got a closer look at him, eyes scrolling over his features.The hairline at the back of his neck, the slope of his shoulders, the peek of his profile Peter got. It was painfully familiar to him, like Peter may have already had a name to match with this man. And he did, he had a name. His mind had been chanting it since the other first spoke, as much as he didn’t want to think about it. Harry. His brows furrowed, Peter slowly crossed in front of the other, scanning his face as it came more into view.

Suddenly, he was gripping his book far too tight for comfort, eyes disbelievingly running up and down the other as he checked and re-checked who this was. Even if he didn’t need to, if he knew there was no mistaking someone like this. A scoff left him, and he shook his head, stunned in place. What did the universe have against him?

Peter felt white-hot frustration curling inside of him, blending easily with the rest of the emotion building inside him. Anger. Hurt. Pity. It was starting to coil up in him, threatening to lunge out, as much as Peter held it in. They were in public. There were witnesses. But the second he let the memories hit him, he couldn’t control himself. He reached out, hands flying out to grab his cigarette clumsily in his fist, wincing when he felt a burn growing against his palm. It hurt, enough to make him suck in a quick breath through his teeth, wincing at the pain. 

It was squashed away under his grip, then tossed to the ground, jaw setting as he looked at Harry in absolute disdain. His hand tingled from the pain, barely noticeable past his fury. Did he miss him? Yeah, he missed Harry. His best friend Harry. Did he want him to come back? More than anything. But his behavior, his lack of common courtesy, that venomous tone showed him that this was not the best friend that he missed. Teeth grit against each other, he glowered down at him, doing his best to control his angry breathing. 

“No-smoking campus,” he managed, feeling the binding of his book starting to warp in his hand.

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Harry winced, just the tiniest bit at the coughing over his shoulder. Kid must’ve had asthma or something. Kinda reminded him of some punk he used to hang with. Welp, now he felt bad. Not enough to apologize, god no. Just the right amount of sadness to require a good high. 

He tried to ignore the kid, he really did. But even with all his might he couldn’t get over the feeling of being watched. It made his skin crawl. He hated it. He was about twelve seconds before saying something hurtful. 

But then he did it.

If there were two things that pissed Harold off in this world, it was the Irish, and people who cut off his nicotine.

He needed it. It was the only thing keeping him calm he needed it he couldn’t live without it he needed it right now.

“I’m going to-

...

...

oh.”

Suddenly, Harold’s original hypothesis was proven correct.

This was the man of Harry’s dreams. It just so happened that those dreams were nightmares.

Harry remembered it all. Every last thing thing he did, all dragged in front of him like the first time it happened. How he wished he were still in those few blissful months of peace when he first got here. When the mystery medicine first started to cure him. When he wasn’t plagued with memories. Before his mind was assaulted, his memories unlocking like a little girl’s diary, spilling their disgusting content over Harold’s brain.

Harry was glad that the worst he had to withstand was his fix being taken away. From every scenario that he had thought of, this had never crossed his mind. Too tame for someone as despicable as him.

“...Are you just gonna sit there? Seething in rage?”

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I’m Home. {Gwen & Harry}

   She had to admit, training was probably not the best idea given her current physical state. Her ribs were still damaged, she was still pretty cut up, and her limp wasn’t completely gone. But early that morning, deciding that sleep was a thing that just wasn’t going to happen, she elected to go to the gym. A poor decision, really.

   She sat herself by the fountain and scarfed down some snacks she had brought with her. The sun had come up by now and a few students were walking around campus in a sleepy daze. She should probably get some real food from the cafeteria, but the thought of moving from where she was sitting just seemed so unappealing. She laughed to herself and noted that she probably couldn’t move right now, even if she wanted to. Pulling blonde hair from the high ponytail, she flipped it back over her shoulders and reached around in her bag for her iPod.

   She had listened to quite a few songs before she felt someone looking at her. So she pulled the earbuds out and immediately two sets of blue eyes met. Her body shifted and she attempted to stand, but the sudden jolting of her limbs pained her so she stayed put, simply looking at the brunette from halfway across the courtyard.

   “Harry?”

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The courtyard was a wholly accepted change of scenery from the medbay [Which he stayed in more than his dorms, joked the nurse who had treated him four different times.] where he licked his wounds from his Goblin’s encounter with Gwen.

How strange it was, to refer to Gwendolyn Stacy in present tense again. It was almost like he never fucked up. Like he never made her fall in the first place. Like if Peter had never cradled her dead body.

But Harry had fucked up. And Peter had paid the price for it. No amount of alternate universe Gwen’s could change that.

Jesus, that was really weird to say, even if it was just in his head.

Harry had made it a point to track Gwen the 2nd down. The least you could do after having a fight was apologize. 

Even though, ya know, the conversation would be weird. 

‘Sorry, my alternate personality was triggered by your presence and immediately tried to strangle you with your own intestines. Here’s a twenty dollar gift card to starbucks!”

Yeah, no that wasn’t going to work. If he could even find her in the first place. Seriously, how hard was it to find-

Oh. There she was. And now he was staring. 

....And now she was staring back. Jesus he really needed to have thought ahead. 

He walked over, tentatively.

“I have banana bread and scotch, if you care to join me”

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Smoke||Peter & Harry

As comfortable as the lodgings were, the courtyards were even nicer. Spacious and open; glowing with sunlight in the prettier days of summer, hazy with mist after the static rain. There were plenty of short walls– probably not meant for sitting, but who would argue– that Peter deemed fit to be sat on while he flipped through his brand-new textbooks. They still smelled fresh, all his, itching to be pulled apart by highlighters and pens and Peter’s own excited index finger as he traced along his reading. 

It was peaceful today, bright filtered sunlight haloing the yard, as he perched himself comfortably and breaked on into his required reading. Time passed quickly as Peter absorbed the book, page by page, easily making his way through it. He fell into almost a trance, making soft comments to himself under his breath as he trucked through, lost in his own little world. It wasn’t until the disturbing scent of smoke interrupted his haze, that he began to peel away from the book. 

Nose crinkling, Peter glanced up to identify the source, praying it wasn’t a chemical fire already when the semester hadn’t even begun– and thanking God the fire wasn’t his fault this time, as he was so used to. Nobody at Midtown would drop it when he set the chem labs on fire his sophomore year. It followed him for years. But, no. Peter saw a small trail of smoke, and, with another inhale, easily detected the scent of tobacco. Against the rules. And highly disturbing.

Peter rolled with that thought, standing up to see the trail descending below a line of bushes beside him, and he frowned. He shut his book firmly, enough to make a soft clap, as he carried it with him, striding astutely toward the break in the divider. 

“Hey,” he started, tone announcing his annoyance. “You know this is a no-smoking campus, right? I’m trying to read, and I can’t focus when it smells like a nicotine factory over here.” Scoldingly, he crossed over to the accusatory figure, hunched over: the end of the smoke-trail.

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“So if it takes two thousand a month to restock the bar, plus the private lounge, then would it be more cost effective to charge an entrance fee that covered all alcohol consumption, or to instead sell the drinks at a 30 percent hike... shit, haven’t even thought of the utilities. Shit, shit, shit.” It was hard, trying to run a small business on your own, Harold had decided. Especially a night club. No wonder Norman had hired so many yes men. So much easier to decide things when everyone agreed with you.

It was stressful, to say the least. Could anyone really, truly blame Harold if he didn’t care so much about catching a bad case of the cancer? He was gonna die anyway, might as well die with a cigarette in his mouth.

He didn’t bother hiding his power anymore. Nearly every student on campus already knew what he was. If not from the dance, then definitely from the attack on campus.

His finger lit up into a low flame. Harold couldn’t help to stare at it for longer than necessary. The red flower had always excited Harold. Except that one time he tried doing the thing while his hand was still ablaze. Worst mistake of his life.

The cig in his mouth was promptly lit, and his finger was extinguished.

A slow drag and release followed, practically making Harry shiver. It was just so quaint. He’d spent all of last night higher than a kite with 12 pounds of blow stashed in his room, but something as simple as nicotine could give him such a rush.

He probably would’ve lit another one right then and there with how eager he was, if not for a voice behind him.

A dry, boring, stupid, totally not sounding like the man of his dreams had come to life voice was scolding him- Get that, somebody scolding the goblin, must’ve had a death wish-about the offending cancer stick in his mouth.

“Ya, well, no ones stopped me before, and I ain’t stopping cause of you.” He quickly turned his head, blowing smoke over his shoulder then promptly returning to his work.

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[TEXT] one day soon i’ll learn the difference between a good high and way too high. today is not the day.

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: u and me both

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: come to my dorm

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: i got some yayo we can do

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[TEXT] honestly i am too high to watch videos of you jerking off right now.

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: D:

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: rude

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: can u even get high i thought the summers gene stopped all fun from being able to happen

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[TEXT] you’ll be happy to know that the bruise is gone from my cock.

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: awwww

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: but

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: i worked so hard for that

[Text→The fun Summers brother]: uve ruined my day

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[TEXT] do you want me to add this to the list of actions i will state at your intervention?

[Text → Secretly a dominatrix]: heyey

[Text → Secretly a dominatrix]: not my fault i dranjl both of those bottles

[Text → Secretly a dominatrix]: UUUUUU

[Text → Secretly a dominatrix]: lwft the out

[Text → Secretly a dominatrix]: why do u even have the vodka

[Text → Secretly a dominatrix]: ur 12

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[TEXT] this hangover is what we deserve after that level of debauchery.

[TEXT] i already left my house once this summer. maybe we could do something in october.

[TEXT] why make bad decisions when i can watch you?

[TEXT] a dick pic is not a proper way to say you’re sorry. 

[TEXT] i appreciate your acceptance of my lack of morals.

[TEXT] you’re not talking any sense into me. you’re cheering me on to disaster. 

[TEXT] i don’t remember anything but bad decisions last night. 

[TEXT] we almost ended up sober because of you!!

[TEXT] is this like a preordered booty call?

[TEXT] you’ll be happy to know that the bruise is gone from my cock. 

[TEXT] you’re always so late and i’m always so drunk.

[TEXT] I’M SORRY THIS WAS SEXTING AND I MADE IT SERIOUS.

[TEXT] you’re too drunk for my bullshit, and i’m too sober to put up with yours. i have no idea how you expect to find middle ground here.

[TEXT] i just feel like i’m worth a little bit more than your recycled nudes…

[TEXT] honestly i am too high to watch videos of you jerking off right now.

[TEXT] i have a black eye again and don’t know why again.

[TEXT] when you make me feel sane and well-adjusted, it is time to reevaluate your night out habits. just sayin.

[TEXT] do you want me to add this to the list of actions i will state at your intervention?

[TEXT] who would you rather hang with tonight, drunk me or high me?

[TEXT] you are the human incarnation of a drinking problem.

[TEXT] the quiet that you are hearing is a silent suggestion that you should go fuck yourself.

[TEXT] there are not enough nopes in the world for that situation.

[TEXT] seriously. are we going out tonight? if we’re not, i’m going to put on sweatpants and do drugs.

[TEXT] on a scale of 1 to 10 how concerned should i be?

[TEXT] i really don’t want to get drunk alone tonight. like, i’ll do it, but i won’t enjoy it.

[TEXT] i didn’t think this needed to be said, but our sexts are an emoji free zone. 

[TEXT] i’ll be home in an hour. be in my bed ready for disappointment.

[TEXT] one day soon i’ll learn the difference between a good high and way too high. today is not the day.

[TEXT] i refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me.

[TEXT] i swear to god it was like we were fucking in 9 dimensions. 

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🌃 : your muse knocking on my muse’s door late

“Wha- who the-

Oh. Come in, make yourself comfy. I’m gonna make a pot of coffee. 

Try not to stabby me, kay?” 

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nolongeraweapon-x23:

“Sorry Harry. Just… never mind” she said sitting down on his couch “I won’t so long as you don’t do something stupid”

“No no, you don’t get to wake me up at 3am and not tell me what’s wrong. I took psychology as my major, Laura. Tell Uncle Harry what ails you.”

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“Umm.. I can explain-”