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@gothamspider
❝When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.❞
independent & non-selective roleplaying blog portraying marvel's PETER PARKER in the dc universe. canon-divergent, multi-verse, & muti-ship. typically multi-para to novella. canon trigger warnings apply. 18+ writers only. webbed by charlie! est, 26, nb.
work has been cuckoo insane & taking up a bunch of my time, but i'm off tomorrow so hopefully getting to replies tonight ((: also working on my dc multimuse, just gotta finish my oc bios !!
protector / protectee starters
“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”
“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”
“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”
“just be careful.”
“i’m always careful.”
“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”
“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”
“i won’t let them hurt you.”
“you can’t save me from this.”
“please try and stay out of trouble.”
“if anything happened to you…”
“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”
“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“this is the only way to keep you safe.”
“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”
“everywhere you go, i go.”
“it’s not your job to protect me.”
“it’s my job to protect you.”
“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”
“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”
“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”
“please come back in one piece.”
the cowl on her face hiding most of her emotions but the fear evident in her doe hues before eyes squeeze shut. hoping her parents and her beloved isis the black cat and her best friend and sidekick ace, her furry beautiful german shepherd – that she's now glad she left behind on this mission so he doesn't have to watch her fall to her death or panic trying to save her – KNOWS she each loves them in her last seconds.
options have ran out for helena and in her seemingly last moments, she's cursing herself for getting AHEAD of herself just like her father warned her about and now with a shriek cutting her throat at her fingers slipping AWAY from gravity ... helena GASPS and warm eyes pop back open, life still in her body, caught by someone. no. eyes go even wider, at just the thing she was LOOKING for catching her arm.
after searching nights to catch the appearance of this new spider person she's been hearing about, needing to know who they are and if they're bad news or not... her subject is just the ONE to thank for letting her live to see ANOTHER day? the petite brunette is standing astonished taking in the red and blue he's adorned in, heavy black cape dragging behind her as helena's boots guide her to take a few steps back once she's on a flat surface again, in utter disbelief. searching for the words to say. otherwise, she would've completely warned him about kicking at the rocks.
"i–" it's YOU, her brain burns to blurt, but resists. "i wasn't practicing, i was..." well, she couldn't reveal that, now could she. a hard swallow. "just sight seeing. getting a view of the stinky socks and underpants being rolled in by the groves down below at the laundromat, probably wasn't WORTH all of that though." the long haired brunette with tiny pieces of cement stuck in it quips with a sheepish laugh, making herself sound ridiculous all to save her cover. despite, still stricken with shock written all over her half covered face. purple bat symbol etched across her chest that matches the purple utility belt wrapped around her waist.
"i just didn't realize i was going to want to attack hug a spider for SAVING me either, though." what a weird turn of events. "my puppy ace will be glad to know i'll be home to feed him his favorite food, so thank you mr. spider guy." her heart still thudding from the events of that, that was a close one. and.. there's no way her father can find out about this. relieved and beyond grateful her life was spared, despite hating the need for help just then... she really does want to squeeze him for saving her, but the unknown and paranoia helps her refrain because what if he somehow SET her up? he could have, couldn't he? this line of work requires being ultra paranoid for helena, apparently. "you ARE a nice spider guy, though. that wasn't just a trick was it?" the young bat switches to interrogating, brows behind the cowl furrowing skeptically, beginning to circle around him with a gloved hand pointing at him. "hmm." slowly giving his arm an experimental poke.
???
As her gaze lands upon him, his spidey sense prickles like pins and needles in a snoozing limb. It's not quite danger he's detecting, though— he's familiar enough with the leaping of his heart that came with that warning to recognize it isn't as serious right now. No, this feels more like...uncertainty, caution. Like his senses aren't sure what to make of her and whatever thoughts of him are brewing in her mind.
His head tilts with burning curiosity, but he keeps his posture casual as he strolls towards a more stable side of the building. No more kicking rocks for him, he's a changed man.
"Sight seeing?"
A snort of laughter is slightly muffled by his mask, but, unfortunately, his quirked eyebrow is lost to her beneath the spandex. Okay, it's not funny, she very well could have died, but— she didn't! And her explanation sounds just like something he'd make up in a panic.
"Oh, man, if this is the best Gotham's got to offer for sight seeing, that's tragic. No wonder everyone is so miserable here."
His voice is light, tone playful, as he turns to stare out at the city. He's doing his best to make a good first impression— this is his first encounter with the many vigilantes roaming this place despite the fact that he constantly felt their eyes on him during patrols. He'd started to stick to daytime in hopes of avoiding them longer, but even then, a warning buzzed in the back of his mind, as if he could sense their gazes through the city's cameras...
He's glad he'd braved it tonight, doubts this girl deserves to be another stain on the Gotham sidewalks.
"New York has much better laundromats. You should check 'em out some time."
At her gratitude, an uncomfortable sensation builds in his chest. Peter has a complicated relationship with praise; he craves it almost as much as he's embarrassed by it, feels undeserving of it. He's just doing what any good guy in his shoes spandex would do, right?
His hand waves dismissively, but he hardly has time to blurt out all the humble rejections flooding his brain before she's speaking again and—
"Spider-Man," he emphasizes, voice vaguely pained. "Hyphenated, too, just so you know."
He's bewildered when she starts circling him like a predator going for the kill, but— all he suffers is a small poke. He's dug bullets from his skin before, stuffed stab wounds with gauze, and yet...
"Ow."
He rubs the spot where the pressure of her poke lingers, huffing.
"Umm, spider powers, remember? Not concrete. I'm afraid that's just good ol' fashioned poor construction. Or maybe one too many vigilantes have tried to perch menacingly here. Murder by crumbling building isn't really my style."
There were a lot of terrible things that came along with the vigilante life. The constant, looming fear of an identity leak, the crushing weight of responsibility for the safety of a whole city’s population, always staring down the barrel of a gun.
But what Peter hated most was…the inconvenience of changing out of his suit.
Listen, he was a modest guy, okay? His idea of a fun time wasn’t stripping down to his boxers in some random alley and praying no one would stumble by before he managed to dress. Going home to change wasn’t an option— what was stopping anyone from tracking him back to his place? It hadn’t been so bad in New York. There, at least, he knew his city like the back of his hand. He’d become intimately familiar with the comings and goings of all the other native Queens folk. He knew Archer Avenue was a no-go most weekend nights since it sat between two popular bars. Liberty’s alley, though, was almost always a safe bet; the lamp by its entrance had gone out years ago and no one wanted to tempt fate by wandering somewhere so dark alone.
He didn’t have that kind of knowledge with Gotham yet. He was winging it. Trial by fire, he kept telling himself, but he could only take so much heat.
This very unfortunate encounter burned like a son of a bitch.
“. . .Woah, dude—”
A nervous laugh grated past his lips forcefully as he stared at the stranger with wide eyes. Luckily, he’d already stashed his suit away in his book bag and he’d had enough time to yank his pants up as he heard their footsteps near, but…he was still very much shirtless and alone in the middle of an alleyway at 3 AM.
“You, uh, wow—! That was a close one. Mugger almost got away with my shirt ‘til you…scared ‘em off.”
Ugh, everyone always told him he was a shit liar. He hid his grimace behind his top as he hurried to pull it back on over his head.
“Umm, thanks for that! Really. You saved my bacon—” What the fuck was he saying? “Gotham's lucky to have you out on these streets!”
His fingers wrapped around the strap of his book bag as he started edging back further into the alley, kicking off the world’s slowest, most awkward escape.
Hidden Injuries
"Wait - you're bleeding."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Okay, I have you, I have you -"
"Don't you dare pass out on me."
"You good? You look a little pale."
"Your shirt... is that blood?"
"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"
"Why would you hide this from us?!"
"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."
"You idiot! You could have died!"
"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"
"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"
"You can barely stand."
"Sit down. Right now."
"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."
"I've had worse."
"It's not that bad, really..."
"I'm just a little... light headed...."
"It's barely bleeding at all."
"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."
"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."
"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."
"My chest really... hurts..."
"I can't really breathe -"
"Ow. It's fine. Ow."
"I can handle it myself."
"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."
"Barely touched me."
"Why are there two of you?"
"I'll be fine. I'm great. I'm - I'm fantastic. Don't worry about me! I'm just gonna go... into this really nice... warm light..."
✧ — ⋆ open to mutuals & non mutuals. f or m. / open to any verse. dc, marvel or fandomless. ( helena's saved by your muse! )
the usually over confident vigilante has an uncharacteristically panic in her eyes, a malfunction in her gauges that allow her cape to spring into wired wings that give her flight off SKYSCRAPERS such as the one she's barely hanging onto on, dangling from –– useless. heart pounding out of chest, the young bat who's lost her WINGS forgot she lost her backup plan for situations like this earlier. foot slips from the piece of cement she was using to hold her weight on, fingernails digging into the ledge before a shriek tears from her throat.
!!!!
Peter is mid-leap when his senses flare suddenly, startling him enough that he lands on the next building with a slight stumble. There's no time to think or feel. Instinct overtakes him as he jerks forward and—
There!
A flash of color against the dark backdrop of Gotham's skyline is hanging from the nearest skyscraper. He takes off like a bat out of hell, shooting out a web to swing closer. He comes in hot, much quicker than the speed he typically preferred to fly at buildings with, but lands against the metal panes between windows with a resounding 'thunk'! His shoes hold to the building firmly— he'll have time to be proud of his new, sticky soles design later— and he runs up the side of it in a desperate attempt to beat the crumbling cement.
He reaches her just as it finally gives, but with a firm grasp of her arm, he jumps and pulls them both to the safety of the roof.
". . .If you wanna practice scaling buildings, I recommend starting with something a little shorter."
His wisecrack is accompanied by a relieved huff of breath and his lenses narrow to reflect the scrunching of his eyes as he smiles behind the mask.
"Man, what are Gotham buildings made out of, Play-Doh?"
He kicks some of the rubble of the fresh crater in the building over the edge before he realizes— oops, he probably shouldn't do that! With a fall from this height, that could really hurt someone.
Blinking down at the distant street below, he waits to hear the distinct clacking of concrete pebbles hitting pavement instead of flesh. Satisfied he hasn't just brained some poor citizen, he spins back around to face the girl.
"You alright?"
in my room on a saturday evening talking to myself like this
if i have a silly little fun fact to share and i dont get to say it i will fucking die
“Would it kill this place to get a decent hot dog stand? Maybe that's this city's problem.”
Gotham villains were a whole different breed. He hadn't realized just how unprepared he was to face off against them when he first began his patrols. How could he ever have thought that fist fighting muggers and webbing up bank robbers was enough training for this?
He was so terribly out of his depth.
“What—”
Peter stumbled backwards on wobbly legs, panic clawing its way up his throat until his breaths were little more than desperate wheezes.
𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱.
𝘜𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘯’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘸’𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.
“No!”
He hardly recognized the shout as his own voice as he scrambled to get away from the sight before him. His mind fought to find lucidity even as fight-or-flight was kicking in— he'd clearly been dosed with something. The cloud of gas that had been sprayed at him seemed to be nothing more than a means of distraction to escape, but there was no denying the connection now that hallucinations began to wreak havoc on him.
PROMPT — "Hey, you're that guy, aren't you?"
@cptnstars
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How many times had he heard that before? It used to drive him up a wall, witnessing citizen after citizen butcher his name— Spider-Guy, Bug-Boy, that dude with the webs. Peter from a year ago would have squawked his protest, voice pitching embarrassingly high as he declared: “𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘔𝘢𝘯! It's Spider-Man, I— I am.”
As it was, he could only grin behind his mask in the present. This was his first time being recognized outside of his little corner of New York and that merited celebrating to him. His pride showed in the sudden propping of his hands on his hips, his back a bit straighter and chin raised.
“Hm? Oh, uh, yeah! That’s me.”
Smooth, so smooth, Peter, he thought to himself with a grimace.
His head tilted ever-so-slightly, lenses widening briefly before blinking twice with a soft, mechanical whir.
“. . .Unless you’re thinking of someone else. Someone less…spidery?”
PROMPT — "Well, that is an interesting way to say hello!”
@whereishine
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“...Oh, god.”
Realization dawned rapidly on an increasingly red-faced Peter.
He'd just wanted to brush up on his photography. It'd been months since he'd properly taken the time to devote himself to the hobby— juggling school, a social life, and full-time vigilantism was no joke! The dust coating his camera case had been depressing enough to finally urge him to pick it up again, though, and then he was off into the city to find some sights worth capturing.
It just so happened that, unfortunately, this sight was a freshly painted mural situated directly behind… a complete stranger. And there Peter was looking like the shadiest guy ever, oversized hoodie swallowing his frame and the twisted little scowl he knew he got on his face when focused half-hidden behind the camera that he had pointed at this guy.
“I wasn't— there's a mural behind you!” he blurted, lowering the camera from his face to gesture behind the man with it. His fingers fiddled nervously with the focus, not minding that he was ruining his own carefully calibrated settings.
“Umm, ‘scuse me, I think you've got the wrong spot.”
A masked head poked over the side of the building seconds after he spoke, white eye lenses flexing into a squint as he stared up at the other vigilante. He clung to the wall for just a moment longer, waiting to see if his spidey senses would flare in warning, but silence reigned.
Huh. He'd heard whispers of Gotham being anti-meta in his short stay here. He'd thought for sure that'd be a problem, but...he didn't seem at be at risk of any sudden maiming. For now.
Newly confident in his safety, Spider-Man scuttled up to stand on the ledge of the roof and began toddling along the raised wall, arms stretched out on either side of him as if balancing himself. The bright red and blue of his suit contrasted starkly with the gloomy dark that had fallen over Gotham.
“This is the gargoyle for perching menacingly and glaring at thugs.”
He stopped just close enough to give the stone statue a pat on the head and— voila! No sticky fingers! He'd been having some issues controlling that since his arrival. His running theory was that it was stress-induced, but the stickiness was decidedly not helping him to destress. Just last week his fingers had refused to drop his cash at a convenience store counter and the clerk decided that that was a robbery in progress.
Sooo...yeah, Peter wasn't going to be showing his face around there anymore. He mourned the trashy, reheated taquitos Zapmart had graced him with this past month.
“The 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 gargoyle is on the other side— right next to the stakeout one.”
Then, he was jerking a hand over his shoulder, thumb pointing to the opposite edge of the roof.
". . .You seem like you need the brooding one, though."
First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 3
(Sentences for muses meeting for the first time. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"What am I supposed to call you?"
"You're following me. I don't care to be followed."
"Hey, you're that guy, aren't you?"
"I don't even know your name."
"You must not know who I am. Want to find out?"
"We don't know each other well enough for you to say something like that to me."
"You're not what I expected."
"You look like a man who could use a drink."
"You have me confused with somebody else."
"Well, that is an interesting way to say hello!"
"From your description, I expected you to be a lot taller."
"Who told you where to find me?"
"I know who you are!"
"How long have you worked here?"
"Say, why don't we carry on this delightful conversation over a cocktail?"
"I heard you were looking for me?"
"You've been following me since I arrived, haven't you?"
"Do I know you? You look so familiar."
"Do you know this city well?"
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Who are you? I've seen you someplace before."
"Is that seat taken?"
"Who are all these people?"
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?"
"I've heard stories about you. They can't all be true."
"I don't believe we've been formally introduced?"
"It's exciting to have someone new to talk to!"
"Don't get many visitors here, do you?"
"Can you just explain exactly what you do?"
"They told you I was crazy, didn't they?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know your name?"
"We've never met before, right?"
"What's your name anyway?"
𝚅𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 " 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 " 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂!
below is a list of starters from both sides of the conversation , with prompts geared toward scenes involving some sort of confrontation. prompts rage from friendly to not so friendly. please consider following for more prompts and please do not steal!
❛ i can't believe you hid this from me. ❜
❛ that's it. we need to talk about this. right here. right now. ❜
❛ don't see how we can get around talking about this anymore. ❜
❛ you can't just keep avoiding me! ❜
❛ i'm not leaving until we talk about this. ❜
❛ come on just . . . talk to me. ❜
❛ all this time . . . and it was all a lie? ❜
❛ i trusted you. ❜
❛ did you think i wasn't going to notice? ❜
❛ start talking. now. ❜
❛ when are you going to stop lying to me? ❜
❛ i just wanna talk. ❜
❛ can we talk about this? please? ❜
❛ i came to talk this out. ❜
❛ you and i can work this thing out. ❜
❛ enough lies. tell me the truth! ❜
❛ i just wanna know what happened. ❜
❛ you can tell me. ❜
❛ just . . . start from the beginning. ❜
❛ are we gonna talk about this like grownups? ❜
❛ can you just be an adult about this for once?! ❜
❛ i didn't think it was gonna be so hard to talk about it. ❜
❛ i don't wanna talk about it. ❜
❛ i said leave it alone! ❜
❛ it's not that simple. ❜
❛ can we just . . . not talk about this right now? ❜
❛ i didn't want to see you get hurt. ❜
❛ okay fine. you wanna talk about it? here it is , ❜
❛ i kinda hoped you would just ignore it. ❜
❛ okay , fine just . . promise you won't get mad. ❜
❛ i don't wanna lie to you. ❜
❛ i wish it were that simple. ❜
❛ we passed the talking stage a long time ago. ❜
❛ the truth is more painful. ❜
❛ the beginnings , still a little hazy. ❜
❛ stop saying i'm not taking this seriously! ❜
