OOC: Anyway, I might be coming back to this blog soon. Stay tuned.
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OOC: Anyway, I might be coming back to this blog soon. Stay tuned.
“I’m-I’m not crying, I’ve just-- There’s something in my eye.” He’s definitely crying.
OUR KIDS DID IT!
missgwendolyne:
Her eyes widened significantly at the mention of her friend’s name in the same sentence as the word death. “ What? No, he’s not dead, why would you even say something like that ?” She had seen the other boy less than an hour ago when they had swung off in different directions to cover more of the city. She had thought she had run into him again when she had seen a blur of red and blue but when she had gotten closer it had become abundantly clear that it was not the same person. “Who are you and why are you asking me if some boy is dead?”
Alright, so maybe opening on that note wasn't exactly the best idea. Peter would just put a little pin in that to remember for future visits to alternate dimensions ( if he had any ), but for now he had to deal with the awkward aftermath of his question.
"Uh, I'm Spider-Man? I'm working on a-" The lenses of his mask squint a bit, "Case. Yeah, a case involving this Parker kid, and I don't know. You looked like you might know?" Smooth, Peter. Real smooth.
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Staring, enraptured, Olivia doesn’t move when he falls to his knees, only watches. He was weak, his body language betrayed fatigue, if not malnutrition. A far cry from the Parker her business partner had killed, this Peter was going. downhill. And fast. The glitching, as beautiful as it was to watch the different colors swirl and spaz around him, was killing the man.
Getting in closer, almost too close, she grins, adjusting her goggles.
“Like what your universe is like! What you’ve done, what you’v gone through, how it’s different, similar, how you think it’s faring without you !— standard coffee talk.”
She pointedly didn’t mention she’d also want to draw blood and get a better grasp of his abilities as a whole, both for science and if she ever wanted to create mote, but that wasn’t important right then.
A claw reached out, snatching at his neck, another moving to swirl around his midsection.
“Cooperate and I can even send you home.”
She, though she said otherwise, would never, unless she could go too. He was just too interesting to let go.
As Oliva stalks closer, Peter presses harder against the wall in a small attempt to get further away from her. He doesn’t struggle as her tentacles wrap around him, though. It makes his skin crawl like hell, but Peter already made up his mind about co-operating. Struggling wasn’t an option.
“Sure. Standard,” Peter rolls his eyes, "That's a lot of points to cover, and I'm not sure I have that kind of time left. So, why don't we start with the stuff you really want to know, and we can see how much we can get through before my atoms destroy themselves."
The comment about sending him home is mostly ignored. Given how sadistic his Octavius was capable of being, Peter didn't really expect that promise to be kept without a few strings attached. And, really, he wasn't even sure he wanted to go back. Or that there was anything worth going back to, at least.
Me @ Myself: Why am I not on Peber more? Me, seeing I’ve gotten 100 followers in a week while not posting: Oh right.
indie peter b. parker of into the spiderverse ( played by ciaróg )
Please. I’m old and tired.
OOC: Alright, I cut down my follower count by more than half, and followed a bunch of blogs. If I haven’t followed you back by this point it means I’m not familiar with your character, and I’m way too tired to give pages a read right now. Feel free to drop me a message if you have any ideas for plotting whether we’re mutuals or not!
OOC: True to form, I made a blog for a popular fandom and got overwhelmed by the influx of followers! Tomorrow, or Wednesday I plan on going through my drafts & followers, and then I’ll probably round it off with a starter call.
In the meantime, if you ever want to get in contact with me your best bet is to drop me a message over on @scorpionstung as it’s my main blog! Sorry for vanishing.
We’re a little team. Me as the teacher who can still do it. You as the student who can…do it just not as good.
day 2 after watching into the spider verse and i’m still thirsty for the hobo man and I can’t do anything more than a sketch because I have assignments AAAAAA
Remember, what makes you different is what makes you Spider-Man.
We’re a team!