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Updated on 8/15/2022

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Now, one would think that perching on a building this high up would mean a quiet time alone. No one in their right mind could possibly reach this particular spot unless they could fly. This made the figure dropping next to him all the more disturbing. ❝ Boo! ❞ Sonson hung upside down from the flag pole right above him with her tail, legs crossed in the air and a huge smile on her face, ❝ It's been ages, Spiderman! How've you been? ❞

Legs dangling off the roof of the Whitney Museum; coffee in one hand and a bagel slathered in cream cheese in the other – oh yeah, this morning's coming together. His perch gave him the perfect view of the Hudson River. Curious eyes flicked between the sparkling waters reflecting the sunrise and early commuters driving down West Street on their way to work.

It’d been a rough few days, not helped by the lack of sleep, but it was all worth it when a kid gave him a drawing as a ‘thank you’ for saving his balloon at a parade a few weeks back. That treasure sat neatly folded in his pocket. One for the fridge.

Time to take it easy, enjoy this peace and –

Boo!

Spidey senses dulled from exhaustion, Peter jumped and launched his bagel skyward at the monkey girl’s sudden reveal. “Ah! Shoot! Uh -- hEey, Sonson!” He croaked, voice cracking from surprise as a hand flicked out to sling a web and yank his food back.

Turning towards her, he lifted the bottom half of his mask to free his mouth so he could nibble around the fiber now stuck to half of his breakfast.

Taking a second to chew and recover, he held up a finger to signal for an extra second. One long sip of coffee later, followed by a sigh straight out of a Folgers commercial, a bent grin finally curled his lips. “Busy, y’know, the usual!” Peter’s tone deepened into a cheesy, gruff detective (probably one week from retirement) schtick. “Crime never sleeps, so neither does Spider-Man.”

Well, at least he found himself funny. “What about you? How’s your village doing?”

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“I’m Peter, by the way.”

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#oh we’re using our made up names. then i am spider man ›› self promo #spiderman rp #mcu rp #marvel rp #(getting back into the /swing/ of things)#(this promo is so old but itll do for now)

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an indie rp account focusing on andrew garfield's telling of peter parker, with a little bit of tom holland's on the side.

written by theta (she/her), i'm 21+, dash only

( blog // rules & about ) // promo credit!

#promo tbt #(i seriously need a promo tag aahhh)#(but hello!!)

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 — 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀. independent & selective may parker from the mcu’s SPIDER - MAN.

#promo tbt #(omg i don’t have a promo tag)#(but hiiiii!)

I’ve been busy in a few other RPC’s but god if the new Spiderman movie didn’t skyrocket my muse for him… cries about that movie it was so GOOD

#out of costume ›› ooc

rosesandth0rns:

🌸

The game loaded up with a bright, cheery soundtrack playing. Pixelated cherry blossom petals float down on the screen and what appears to be a school loaded in the background. The music and dialogue was quite crunchy, as this game upon first glance seemed to be at least a decade old.

However, when the last petal fell, a boy appears on screen. It was almost like he was out of place given his current placement on the tv screen. He had dirty blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a smile on his face. “Ah! A new gentleman has graced us with his presence! Are you here at Aimi High to find love?~ 💖” A small pixelated heart appears next to him as he said that.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place, PETER!” He didn’t scream the last word, but it almost sounded like a robotic voice filling in the last word as often done in most games. “My name is Senpai! And I will be your guide through this semester! Shall we get going?”

[Y]/[N]?

Two text boxes pop up and Senpai seemed to be… waiting.. for his choice.. Oddly enough, if one looked at Senpai for even a second, they’d notice a small..

Twitch..

In his eyes and smile.

Something wasn’t right here.

“Find love?” Peter couldn’t help but snort a little, letting the screen linger on the choice. So this was some kind of dating sim? He’d never played one but he’d watched Ned play something like that. Interesting. The waltzing cherry blossoms were a nice touch. Weird that the game assumed he was a gentleman, maybe it was made for the male demographic.

Hearing his own name, though robotic, perked him up. “Seriously? They coded some text to speech into this? Cool.” Color him impressed. “Nice to meet you, dude.” Again he chuckled, talking back to a fictional character that sparkled and beamed. This would be a nice way to unwind after the day he had, spend an hour or two going on some grand ‘love quest’.

Sinking further into his computer chair, until his knees bumped the underside of his desk, he lifted the controller and idly switched between NO and YES. It'd be amusing to see what happened if he picked NO but he didn’t feel like going through the game’s opening screen again if it made him restart.

The twitch didn’t go unnoticed, especially since he was taking in every pixelated detail. Huh, must be some weird animation loop. It was easy to blame it on a mistake or the limitations the game had to adhere to. Rendering human details down to bits had to be hard to recreate. Still, he watched it for a moment longer before highlighting and selecting the YES option. “Show me whatcha got, Senpai.” God, did he seriously say that out loud? Kinda cringe. Luckily it was just him and this make-believe pretty pixel man. No witnesses.

#your friendly neighborhood spiderman ›› para rp #rosesandth0rns #crossed threads ›› crossover au

// @rosesandth0rns

A figure dropped into the alley skirting Aunt May’s NYC apartment and landed without a sound. It stuck to the shadows, cautiously peering out for signs of any wayward nightlife before emerging. Peter lifted the bottom of his mask enough to reveal his mouth and stuffed a corner of his cold sandwich into it to hold. He moved the trash bins aside to grab his school bag and stuff, quickly changing back into his civvie clothes.

As he finished pulling his shirt over his head, something caught his eye sitting atop the trash bags. A game. It looked to be in OK condition too. The discovery had his geeky side intrigued. Thoughts raced back to late nights with Ned reading Creepypasta’s about cursed video games found in flea markets that made everyone involve suffer. ‘The walls oozed hyper-realistic blood.’ It made him snort and shake his head. Checking for any takers, the teen snatched it and started the climb up the fire escape to his ajar window.

Tossing his bag onto the floor, Peter bit off a section of his late dinner and looked for a cloth and cleaner to tidy up the cartridge. Once disinfected, he rummaged around his room to find something to hook it up into. Within 30 minutes he had it secured and hooked up to a monitor. Fingers crossed. The power button sprung back against his finger and the screen flickered to life with cherry blossoms and a school setting.

“Wicked.” Slumping back in his computer chair, he took another mindless bite and snagged the controller to begin scrolling through the game prompts and menu. After a bit of fiddling, New Game was selected. When prompted for a name, he typed in PETER.

#your friendly neighborhood spiderman ›› para rp #rosesandth0rns #(i hope this is ok!!)

ANGRY BIRDS

|| @amcricanidiot ||

Say what you want about the tight suits most heroes sported, they had their pros. One nice thing about spandex, namely the masks, was that they held wireless earbuds in place. An unintentional boon. Especially for someone swinging through New York twenty stories above bumper-to-bumper traffic. These musical modern marvels weren’t going anywhere, they were snug and secure. A random playlist droned out the whistling of the wind that tore past with each swing.

Another night of patrolling with only a few muggings in between dead air. Peter relented and began the trek back home. My disappointment is immeasurable and my night is ruined. Meme away the pain, disassociate from reality to numb the festering fear of being nothing more than Queen’s version of a Mall Cop. Eugh. Paul Blart was a look, for sure, just not for him. Don’t get it wrong, it was good that nothing terrible was going on but some nights made it hard to justify his worth.

Slipping his phone from his jacket, the young hero mindlessly slung webs and let his body shift to auto-pilot while one hand dedicated itself to scrolling through social media. It was unfortunate that someone hadn’t been filming to capture Spiderman webbing a nesting Pigeon and not the stone pillar it sat upon, causing both to plummet. Gravity was a bitch. Yells and squawks rang out in discordant harmony. Stuffing the phone back into his hoodie, several webs were tossed out before one made purchase and violently jerked the hero, nearly pulling his arm from his socket. Call it falling with style. Expressive bug-eyes on the red mask popped open in sudden realization as he reached the vertex of his downward swing.

This was going to hurt.

Yanking the webbed pigeon into his arms like a feathery yo-yo, Peter had enough time to turn so his shoulder took the brunt of his body meeting the side of a brick building. The pain that lit up the nerves in his arm was a small price to pay to keep an innocent, winged bystander from the same fate. This wasn’t Angry Birds.

A weathered awning sat over the entrance to some hole-in-the-wall pizzeria acted as a fabric spiderweb and caught the felled brunette. Wheezed symphonies consisting of groans and swears colored the evening as the rough impact forced the wind out of his lungs. He struggled to breathe in while holding the floundering pigeon away to lessen the effect of its furious pecks and screeches.

Don’t swing and text, kids, or you could end up like Spiderman.

#your friendly neighborhood spiderman ›› para rp #amcricanidiot #(sorry this took so long!! i hope this is alright <3)

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John Mulaney - sentence starters

1. “I am very small, and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress I am under.”

2. “You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.”

3. “I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day I’ll die.”

4. “Sometimes babies will point at me, and I don’t care for that shit at all.”

5. “This might as well happen. Adult life is already so goddamn weird.”

6. “______-year-olds are the meanest people in the world. They terrify me to this day.”

7. “And I said ‘no’. You know, like a liar.”

8. “Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because he sounds like he sucks, and I will totally kill that guy for you.”

9. “Because it’s the one thing you can’t replace.”

10. “I try to stay a little optimistic, even though I will admit, things are getting pretty sticky.”

11. “I’m very gay. I’d like a few dollars.”

12. “In terms of like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin. It is an amazing feeling.”

#out of costume ›› ooc #suit up ›› rp memes

ascnsion

@spider-dude sent [ALONE] ↳ Injury/Hurt Prompts

Splitting pain set nerves alight, the kind of pain which would paralyze a normal human only drew a hiss from Barry’s mouth. Gloved digits sprawled across his ribcage, and his body’s response to tender touches notified him a rib had indeed been fractured. It was clean, at least, then another shaky breath left him. Barry was still capable of movement though each movement spiked a sensation all the way up his spine, and he swore he felt it click at his jawline. Fortune was not only blessed upon him via his incredible speed but also through healing. Others weren’t so lucky unfortunately. Muttered words drew his attention to the left. The Flash waved at the officers leaving the scene with criminal in tow before he retreated to the seclusion of an alley to draw gaze to his comrade. Burns had dissolved the spider suit, and the flesh of the hero’s arm had given way to a raw and bleeding state. ❝ Hey, ❞ voice came out soft, laced with worry, as to not startle him.. though keen senses most likely sensed Barry’s approach. He ignored his body’s protests as he dropped down to his knee and reached forth. ❝ Second degree burns.. We really need to get some ice on this and ointment. ❞ Gloved fingers gingerly released arm only to take him by the hand. ❝ Come on, champ. Let’s take a field trip to S.T.A.R. Labs. ❞

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“Shhhhoot.” Spiderman hissed the words and sucked in a quick breath through gritted teeth. His arms were held up to get as much of the off-yellow light from a distant alley light fixture as he could to examine the damage. Suit? Ruined. Skin? Burnt. Hues of red and orange discolored his forearm, blisters bubbled on the surface, the epidermis dared to peel. Aunt May would flip if she saw this; and not in the ‘do a sick flip for the ‘gram’ way, the ‘panic attack I’m flipping out’ way. Fingers experimentally pressed on a patch and sent a fresh wave of pain through his body. The way the burnt skin threatened to stick to his fingertips was a bad sign.

A new spidey-sense tickled the back of his skull, orchestrating his attention like a maestro and pulling his gaze sharply to the side to glimpse the alleyway entry. It was the other hero on the scene. The stark red of his suit contrasted the dingy browns and greys of the alley. Red suits stay winning, Peter mused before noting the worried expression and tone of his voice.

He cleared his throat to stop it from cracking. “Heeey. What’s up? That fight, huh? That was, whew, that was really something.” He instinctively curled his arms closer to his midsection while monologuing, an attempt to hide away the disfigured skin. It wasn’t fooling anyone, certainly not Barry. “It’s fine--” Before Peter could sway the other, his hand had been taken. Barry's blanketed concern chipped away at the wall put up to protect his ego.

The kind gesture was a double-edged sword. It was pure comfort to know that someone had a plan but it made him feel small to think he couldn’t handle this on his own. Just another rookie mistake for a neighborhood hero. General respect for his fellow heroes won out over teenage rebellion, for now. “Thanks.” Slipping from his perch atop a dumpster, he moved to follow the Flash’s lead.

“I’m Spiderman.” Better late than never to exchange names. “Field trip? Do I need a permission slip signed by my guardian? I think I left that in my other suit.” An attempt at a joke to keep things light, accented with a small laugh.

#your friendly neighborhood spiderman ›› para rp #ascnsion #(sorry this took so long and sorry it got so long!!)

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One word Prompt List #1

Nightmare

Jealous

Mistake

Weak

Past

Cheat

Sacrifice

Drunk

Manipulation

Misunderstanding

Accident

Plan

Secret

Prank

Anniversary

Realization

Broken

Fear

Fake

Danger

Risk

Power

Weapon

Experience

Pain

Memory

Time

Trust

Race

Fire

Mission

Lose

Hallucination

Alone

Battle

Regret

Unconscious

Trouble

Lie

Joke

Fault

Protect

Crazy

Prove

Prison

Worry

Strange

Fight

Help

Money

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Send in a word or number and I’ll whip up a starter based on what you choose. ✨

#out of costume ›› ooc #suit up ›› rp memes

Hey all, Tiny here! ✨

My muse fizzled out and I took a small break but I’m back!! I’ll probably RB an rp meme, mutuals feel free to send em in!

#out of costume ›› ooc

peterparkerincorrectquotes

tony: keep talking, kid. you can’t pass out

peter, gravely injured and bleeding out: ok ok, I got this

peter: *clears throat*

peter: ah ah ah ah stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive—

tony: good god please choose a different song

#out of costume ›› ooc #with great memes comes great responsibility ›› memes

madame-ree

Peter: I think the concept of having a huge legacy is stupid I mean a persons life doesn’t have to amount to some physical thing like a monument. A persons legacy could be an impact on someone’s life

Peter: but if I was to have a legacy it would be eating 5000 skittles in one sitting and doing 15 backflips off of Wade and not throwing up

Tony:

Tony: youre literally Spider-Man???

#out of costume ›› ooc #with great memes comes great responsibility ›› memes