N̶E̶W̶⠀⅁σ𝙱𝐋IN .ᐟ

𝖎'm⠀ᶠᴵᴺᴬᴸᴸʸ⠀a̶b̶o̶v̶e̶ them⠀𝐀𝐋𝐋.

[osbornes]

𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖉 ᴛᴏ r̶e̶a̶l̶i̶t̶y̶ ✷ an independent and private roleplay blog for 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 .ᐟ primarily 616 comic book based, with small inspiration and iterations pulled from multiple 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 media ⅋ adaptations. WRITTEN BY SUNNAH { she, they } 21+ ⅋ black, low activity. please read rules before interacting .ᐟ possible triggers may include horror, gore, torture, trauma, internalized homophobia, abuse, body horror, violence, etc. PINTEREST ... METAS ... EXTRAS. { affiliated with @arkhamdecay, @loveologie, @joyuex }

I.      this  is  a  private,    selective  and  independent  roleplay  blog  for  the  character  HARRY OSBORN  from  the  SPIDERMAN SERIES.     i  do  not  own  or  have  any  affiliation  with  this  character,     all  rights  go  to  the original creator.     I  AM  MAINLY  COMIC BASED,     with inspiration drawn from various iterations and depictions of harry, including the films and video games.     this  blog  will   always  be  low  to  medium  activity.     MINORS PLEASE  DO NOT INTERACT. 

II.     triggering  material  can  be  found  on  this  blog.    both  the  books  and  show  touch  on  sensitive  topics, as stated above.    I PRIMARILY WRITE HARRY AS AN ADULT, BUT THERE WILL BE LITTLE TO NO SEXUAL THEMES OR INTERACTIONS ON THIS BLOG.     i  will  be  sure  to  tag  everything  appropriately,    and  if  i  forget  anything  and  you  spot  it,   please  feel  free to  message  me.

III.      there  will  be  no  hate  tolerated  on  this  blog.    i  will  not  stand  for  whitewashing,    racism,    use  of  aave  when  you  are  not  black,     transphobia,    homophobia,     islamophobia,     pedophilia,    incest,    abusive  hate  towards  others,    bullying,    etc.    also,    untagged  gore  or  sexual  themes  are  a  big  no  for  me.    if  i  see  any  of  this,     i  will  block  you.    sometimes,    i  will   soft  -  block  out  of  my  own  comfort,    please  do  not  take  it  personally.      

IV.      please  do  not  steal  from  this  blog.    my  writing  is  something  i’ve  developed  over  the  years,    and  i  always  notice  when  i’m  being  lifted  from.     edits,    headcanons,   writing  and  anything  else  is  uniquely  created  and  plotted  by  me  unless  stated  otherwise.    some graphics on this blog were done by my good friend cece and the psd belongs to her as well, please do not steal.

V.      shipping  is  a  very  tentative  topic  on  this  blog, but i am open to development.   i  like  to   be  sure  dynamics  are  plotted  thoroughly  and  enjoyed  by  both  parties.      there  will  never  be  any  extensive  writing  of  pda  on  this  blog. i write harry as struggling with his sexual identity and it will come up in certain plot points.

VI.       my  name  is  sonny / sunnah / sunni,    and  i  go  by  she  &  they  pronouns.     i  am  black,   twenty  -  one  plus,    and  on  us  eastern  standard  time.       i  am  almost  always  extremely  busy  and  do  sometimes  disappear  for  days  at  a  time,    but  for  right  now  this  is  my  main  blog.      the  best  way  to  get  in  contact  with  me  is  through  tumblr  dms,    and  my  discord  is  open  upon  request.

[osbornes]

harry is so miserable & mad. he should have more friends !!!

[osbornes]

who is going to be harrys valentines tomorrow ?

[osbornes]

hi

harry: say my fashion is better than pete’s & i’ll bury the hatchet.

[osbornes]

goddamn you're fucking ugly

harry: opens up loro piana jacket to show large bomb counting down from 00 : 03

[osbornes]

oh you’re sure you wanna go out in that? im not judging just asking

harry looking him up & down: pete, look at what you’re wearing.

[osbornes]

happy new year, everyone! this is my current favorite harry meme

[osbornes]

everybody is having fun and decorating for the holidays and harry is busy slipping on ice and eating shit because he refuses to wear anything but his steffano r.icci dress shoes

[osbornes]

the harry of it all.

[osbornes]

it’s my birthday 🙂‍↕️

[takemetodragonstone]

sometimes a relationship with your father is like “my father is a malignant presence, a bully, and a liar” and “I’m better than you” and “let me out. I don’t want to be you” and “I just do what my dad tells me” and “I can see through you” and “why did you never ask me?” and “he sees everything” and “you have a hard time finding a happy medium between worshipping him and wanting to kill him” and “he loves me. he does. it’s just a wrong kind of love expression” and “fuck dad, he can kick me as many times as he wants” and “pass me the fucking shotgun” and “dad, please. /what have you got in your fucking hand?/ i don’t know, love?/ love? you come for me with love?” and “there’s nothing you could say to me now that I would ever believe” and “are you a cunt?” and “he never even liked me” and “I can’t forgive you … but it’s okay. I love you” and “it’s what dad would do” and “you hated him./ I loved him” and “maybe the poison drips through” and “he was so terrifying to us” and “when he let you in, when the sun shone … it was warm in the light” and most importantly, “he made me breathe funny”

[osbornes]

randomly remembered that norman canonically sold harry’s soul to the devil ??

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

[atleur]

[...] His origin story remains a mystery. Some say he is a metahuman; others say he is a ghost wearing skin. But one name sticks out from the rest: Tintin! He's the world reporter, golden-boy sleuth, he seeks adventure and the obscurity (it calls his name and he answers). Make no mistake, he'll do all that it takes to tell a story! // A love-letter, written by Duckie.

[osbornes]

everything i write is just harry being so miserable and uppity, like he is sooooo annoying to deal with

[saintsplanet-old]

margot sits perched on the edge of the rooftop ledge, legs crossed at the ankle, white coat wrinkled from a day too long in anatomy labs. the skyline glitters below like broken glass scattered across black velvet. she doesn’t look at harry right away; of course she doesn’t. she lets the silence drag, lets him wonder why she called him up here in the first place. finally, she tilts her head, eyes cutting sideways. ❝ funny, ❞ she says, voice dry as gin. ❝ you’ve got everything in this city, and yet you still look like you’re waiting for it all to collapse. ❞ her lips curve, not quite a smile. ❝ — are you looking for a diagnosis? i'm not a doctor yet, you know. ❞ | @osbornes

[osbornes]

the city's skyline paints the distance , ⅋ harry is morose. his mood sinks with the sun, as the last rays douse his silhouette with watercolors of roses, oranges ⅋ violets. he's prickly as ever at the pointed jab of his despondency, cutting 𝖗oyal blues to her in an affronted scowl. ❛❛ MORE LIKE, ready for you to stop talking to me in riddles .ᐟ you're taking me as a 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚. ❜❜ the silence is weighed with 𝖛𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎, that comes off him in waves of despairing frequency. a scoff between crystal teeth as 𝖍arry draws deeper into his stitched shell, shielding himself from the mockery of her voice. jerky motions of folding one arm over the other, clutched tight to his chest in riposte { he wishes she would TOPPLE from the rooftop, vanishing with the chill of autumn's breeze } ❛❛ what do you ᵂₐₙₜ ? did you just invite me up here to make fun of me .ᐟ ᴴᴬ - 𝐡𝐚. ❜❜

[ourcharade]

" hey, buddy, harry. look at me. who's got your back, huh? " the secret here, he's learned, is to keep very confident eye contact and drive it home by clasping the other's shoulder just as steadily. then he smiles, nodding. " it's me. i've got you. you're my boy, i would never lead you astray. now, who's gonna kill at this meeting?! "

RANSOM DRYSDALE LIFE COACH SERVICES | @osbornes

[osbornes]

his skin is inflamed with nerves, itchy beneath the lining of his ℊior𝒈io armani overcoat. the heir brushes the consoling touch with angular shoulders, a hint of jerking hysteria in his voice, ❛❛ no, no, ⁿᵒⁿᵒⁿᵒ . . . ❜❜ what a sight to see .ᐟ OSBORN PRINCE STAMPED TO A HEADLINE — hunched over, panic etched into features that resemble so closely to his father's. sweat beads to the high expanse of harry's forehead as he dodges direct eye contact. ❛❛ I DON'T THINK I'M READY. i think i'm going to be 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤. ❜❜