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Independent RP Blog for the OC son of Peter Parker. Mutuals Only Dash Only Follows from playerentity.
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Send "Can I kiss you?" for my muse's reaction!
send my muse “please… please don’t go.” to see their reaction !
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . ( a series of kiss prompts . some nsfw material present . )
❛ 01 . a kiss to say hello . ❛ 02 . a kiss for the first time . ❛ 03 . a kiss after a long time apart . ❛ 04 . a kiss to apologize . ❛ 05 . a kiss to forgive . ❛ 06 . a kiss during a fight . ❛ 07 . a kiss to say what you can’t say aloud . ❛ 08 . a kiss in secret / a forbidden kiss . ❛ 09 . a kiss to prove a point . ❛ 10 . a kiss against a wall . ❛ 11 . a kiss on a rooftop . ❛ 12 . a kiss that seals a marriage . ❛ 13 . a kiss before one goes away . ❛ 14 . a kiss in the shower . ❛ 15 . a kiss that comes out of nowhere . ❛ 16 . a kiss first thing in the morning . ❛ 17 . a kiss last thing at night . ❛ 18 . a kiss during combat . ❛ 19 . a kiss during a fake relationship . ❛ 20 . a kiss out of desperation . ❛ 21 . a kiss on the cheek . ❛ 22 . a kiss on the forehead . ❛ 23 . a kiss on the back of the hand . ❛ 24 . a kiss on the neck . ❛ 25 . a kiss on the fingertips . ❛ 26 . a kiss on the stomach . ❛ 27 . a kiss to end the sexual tension . ❛ 28 . a kiss over a scar . ❛ 29 . a kiss over a wound . ❛ 30 . a kiss to say goodbye .
‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters
Something’s Wrong With My Muse
“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”
“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”
“Hang on, I got you.”
“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”
“We should get that looked at.”
“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”
“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”
“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
“Whatever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”
“Oooooo. That looks painful.”
“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”
“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”
“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”
“You stopped breathing.”
“Oh look, it’s alive.”
“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”
“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”
“What happened to your leg?!”
“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”
“Here’s some ice for that.”
“You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Yeesh, you look like shit.”
“Wait, you were mugged?!”
“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”
“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”
“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”
“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving around too much if I were you.”
“I thought you were dead!”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”
“Can you walk on your own?”
“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
Something’s Wrong With Your Muse
“Is that three fingers you’re holding up?”
“I’m so sorry for getting blood on your clothes!”
“I’m not sure I can walk on my own.”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, my pain’s at least an 8.”
“You thought I was dead?”
“Do you think I have a concussion?”
“I hit my head; now I don’t feel so good.”
“I’m so sorry. Do you mind cleaning up?”
“I think I’ve been stabbed/shot.”
“I just got mugged!”
“Do I look as bad as I feel?”
“Could I maybe get an ice pack for this?”
“Thank you, by the way.”
“I think my leg is broken.”
“I can’t feel my arm.”
“I’m going to need more than deep breathing to calm me down.”
“I’m not dead yet!”
“Oh, God, I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding a lot.”
“Are you really trying to help?”
“Please help me.”
“Can I lean on you? I don’t think I can walk.”
“I think I need to get this looked at.”
“I can’t get my nose to stop bleeding!”
“I can’t seem to catch my breath.”
“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
“Please help me stay awake.”
“This hurts just as much as it looks like it does.”
“Sorry - did I scare you?”
“I don’t know how I managed to do this to myself.”
“I don’t know if I can stay awake.”
“I stopped breathing?”
Note: Revamp of an older sentence starter post found here.
Send ‘🍞’ to throw a loaf of bread at my muse.
breaking the ice prompts.
have you ever been too afraid to approach a mutual for plots and conversation? ever been intimidated by the idea of making that first step? then YOU need to know that ur valid and wonderful and it's natural but unnecessary to be afraid bc mutuals obviously wanna write with you if they followed you back. but u also need these prompts. ily. have some water. and some of these prompts--
" lovely/weird/terrible weather, huh? "
" hey! need some help? "
" sorry, i'm lost, could... could you help me? "
" i like your shirt! "
" woah, take it easy... you feeling okay? "
" oh my god, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?! "
" you need to watch where you're going. "
" your shoelace is untied. "
" okay, don't panic, but i saw someone was following you for the last block. i thought i'd keep you company a while until they're gone? "
" walking home alone in the middle of the night is stupidly dangerous. come on. i'll keep you company a while. "
" hey! you left your wallet at the coffee shop. "
" see, normally people run AWAY from danger... who are you, again? other than the craziest person i've ever met. "
" engine trouble? "
" is this your dog? "
" don't i know you from somewhere...? "
" say, aren't you that one who was in the news this week? "
" i thought you looked familiar! "
" oh, man, i'm sorry! i'm so clumsy... "
" sorry, i've, uh... i've never eaten here before. what do you recommend? "
" excuse me? i could use a little help, if you don't mind... "
" oh! that was one nasty fall... are you alright? "
" come on. you'll catch your death, and my umbrella's big enough for two. "
" you know the host/hostess/couple/deceased? "
" not much of a party person, huh? "
" don't panic. i saw everything... you okay? "
" hey, uh... i just moved in next door. i thought i'd introduce myself. never know when you need a cup of sugar, right? "
" you're not from around here, huh? "
" help! help me! "
" was that person bothering you? "
" need some help with those? "
send 💕 to just grab my muse & kiss them!
who cares about consequences, kisses all around !!!!!!
noblegassd:
Even though Malik had his headphones on at nearly full blast, he still managed to feel his phone vibrate against his desk, as he was hunched over it, working away at rough sketch. He turned it over, turned his screen on, and raised an eyebrow, before swiveling his chair around to look out his window. As soon as the teen recognized his friend, he gave a breathy laugh and pulled his headphones off before opening the window.
“Nah, it’s all good bro,” Malik assured Benji as they hugged. The whole in-person talk did worry him though, as well as Benji’s nervousness.
“You okay there, man? Did… Something happen?”
Slowly he pulls back from the hug and looks at Malik, his nervousness mounting. So he paces for a moment before he moves to sits on Malik’s bed and sighs, picking at his palm. “No... no, nothing happened.” he shakes his head. After a moment he looks up at his best friend, sucking his lips in for a moment. “Have...” he starts, taking in a mouthful of air. “Have you ever liked someone you feel like you shouldn’t?” he asks nervously. “Like you liking them might fuck things up?” he says quietly before looking down at his palm again.
noblegassd:
“Basically, I’m gonna use my powers to put up a giant neon sign around Stark Tower. I wanna make sure there’s a whole buncha people to see it though… Do y’know if they give tours at night over there?”
“Okay that’s.... actually pretty dope.” he grins widely. “Um... no I don’t think they do but um.... I might be able to get you up where you need to be.... you’re not afraid of heights are you?”
“I’m brushing your hair, it’s a mess.”
Meme: Accepting @sevenbulletsavior
Benji lets out a groan and makes a dramatic expression but there is no protest. “But Aunt Karen, I’m a mess.” he then sticks out his tongue. He supposed his hair was getting a little long, so it turned into a birds nest much easier when he slept, and he moved a lot in his sleep. “Fiiiiiine.” he whined and moves to plop down in a chair at the table.
Perfectly Platonic Starters
“You look like you could use a coffee.”
“Is that something you want to talk about?”
“Come on, sit down. It’s break time.”
“I needed that, thanks…”
“Here’s a blanket. You looked cold.”
“Thank god you’re back, I need to rant.”
“Is my sweater ever going to be returned?”
“Bad day? Emergency plans are in order.”
“Alright your ride has arrived, where to next?”
“I’m brushing your hair, it’s a mess.”
“You happened to go get lunch and ‘bought too much’ huh?”
“Your hugs are the best.”
“Hey. Hey. Heeeeeey. Come on. We’re gonna be late, get up.”
“I’m late, yes. You should be used to that by now.”
“How long as it been that we’ve known each other? Feels like ages.”
“There was something on your face, I had to get it off.”
“You’re sure people think we’re dating?”
“I think it’s hilarious people assume they’re dating just because they’re nice to each other.”
“I need to hang out with someone I like, can we pretend to be working for an hour?”
“Tea and coffee? What happened?”
“Here you go, one forgotten, left it at home in a rush, lost item!”
“I’m going for a walk, you want anything?”
“… sorry I took a nap on you.”
“I suppose I am now requisitioned to being a napping spot.”
“We could pretend we’re dating, but that might confuse your significant other, and then that might be a waste of petty effort for the sake of rumors.”
noblegassd:
“I’m ‘bout to pull off the biggest art stunt in New York City history, but I need someone to watch my back. You with me or nah?”
“Of course I’m with you man.” he scoffs. “I always got your back.” Benji bumps shoulders with the other. “So, what are the deets?” he grins.
MAKE MY CHARACTER FEEL LOVED.
all of this ANGST lately – while nice – it’s getting a bit OLD. I want your character to try their best and make mine feel super loved. give them ALL you’ve got. make them blush like crazy and CRY because they’ve never heard such beautiful things before. do it. I dare you.
noblegassd:
Malik noticed Benji’s body expression and frowned a bit. “Hey dude, don’t sweat it. I’m probably gonna end up doin’ a victory lap cuz I ain’t got no fuckin’ clue what I wanna do either. I mean, art school just seems logical, but… I dunno dude. Don’t need a bunch of elitist profs tellin’ me what is an’ isn’t art, y’know?”
The mutant was fairly sure his art style would offend some art schools anyways. Plus, he wasn’t too good at adopting other styles like Baba was. There was a few he could copy, sure, but… He preferred further developing his own style.
“Plus, like you said, we still both got time to figure this shit out.”
“Actually I heard of a great artsy school out in North Carolina that I think you should check out man.” he smiles warmly. “It’s called Warren Wilson College.” he sits back a bit and looks over at his friend.
Benji enjoyed art, but he wasn’t like Malik or Uncle Steve. He just dabbled. He sort of felt that described a lot of things he did; he just dabbled. There wasn’t just one thing he stuck to solidly, something that was well... his thing. Though the boy truly believed his best friend was gonna do great things, Malik was special.
“Yeah I know....” he pauses to take a breath. “I but sometimes I think people sort of expect that I’d have my thing by now... you know?” he looks at Malik. “Like by my age babi knew he wanted to go into science, study chemistry....” Benji sighs heavily. “And I don’t have a thing.”
distractedbymorality:
Matthew feels his heart break again as Benji utterly wails for his lost dad. His blood turns to ice when the ashy hands rest on him. He had heard whispers of something big, that the invasion a while back was more of a scouting mission. He didn’t want to believe it at the time. Why would anyone want to attack and destroy Earth? He knew of the scum that rotted the planet, yet there was also so much good and beauty. Apparently, this was the more. Suddenly those rumors and murmurs were more than just that.
Peter was gone. Plain and simple.
Didn’t mean it hurt less. Didn’t mean that there wasn’t a gaping chasm in Matthew’s chest at the thought. But, Benji’s voice reminded Matt that he wasn’t alone; that the chasm wasn’t as large as it could have been. That he had his son to be strong for and protect.
“Shh! Benji, it’s gonna be okay, I’ve got you, bud,” he says as a mantra as he holds Benji close, rubbing a hand along his back and through his hair in the most comforting way Matt could muster. “Benji, I know you’re scared, I’m scared too, but I’m here now, and I promise you I will protect you with everything I have and get your Babi back, okay? It’s gonna be okay.”
Matt just hoped these were promises he could keep for Benji’s sake.
Benji had no idea what was going on. All he knew was his babi was gone and he didn’t know why. The chaos around them only making him cry more. Though now that Matt was here, he had somewhere to hide. The little boy just curled further into his father, little hands clutching at the man’s suit as he did. Everything was so loud and he hated it.
“I want to go home!” he cries out softly. He was smart enough to understand his babi was gone, that there was nothing to be done about it, but he didn’t want to be outside anymore. Outside was loud, people were screaming, and it smelled bad (a combination of ash from the disappearances and all the crashing cars and the explosion). “Please daddy I don’t like it out here.” he whimpers.
Benji lifts his head and looks up at Matt, gently tugging at his jacket. “Please.” he begs.
distractedbymorality:
The day had started just like any other day. Matt had kissed Peter and wished Benji a great time at the park before heading into his office. There was some paperwork he needed to comb through for an upcoming trial. Foggy and him were confident they could win their client’s case, but it never hurt to run over the details again in case he or Foggy somehow missed something.
After a few hours of fruitless work, Matt decided that he would take the rest of the day and spend it with Peter and Benji. He’s too wrapped up in getting to spend time with Peter and Benji, that it’s easy to ignore the tension he feels rising from the streets as he leisurely strolls with his cane. Keeping up appearances was important with whispers of what could go down with The Accords. He does seem to sense something…other. Matt shrugs it off, figuring that it’s just a new weirdness happening in New York.
But then…
S i l e n c e.
Utterly, deafening silence. Like a calm before the proverbial storm. But then…
All hell broke loose.
Chaos, screams, salt, fear, and ash hung heavy in the air. Matt didn’t know what was going on–but something seized his heart. Was it fear? Crippling loss and despair? Whatever it was causes him to ditch his cane and run like very fires of hell were at his heels. It is a miracle he didn’t run into anyone on his way to the park where he knew Peter and Benji were.
His heart thumps like an ominous metronome in his chest while the absolute hell New York had apparently descended into pulled at his other senses. He had to find Peter and Benji, now!
“Peter! Benji!” he starts to howl, voice getting drowned out by the other wails of people. Why was the air smelling and tasting of ash? Why were there less heartbeats? Why did everything seem so wrong? What was happening?!? He prayed that whatever was going on hadn’t touched Benji or Peter. Prayed that they were safe and could tell him what the hell was happening.
“Benji! Peter!” Matt keeps shouting as he gets closer and closer to the park. His focus narrows and nearly falls over himself in relief when he hears Benji’s heartbeat, strong but scared…why would…“BENJI!” he shouts, running to the boy and sliding up to him to hold him close, to feel the familiar beat of this heart, not knowing where the other one was…the one that Matt knew almost like he knew his own heartbeat.
“Benji,” he gasps, hands roaming all over the boy to make sure he’s okay. “Benji, where is Peter?” he asks, dreading the response (though he thinks he knows–Peter’s scent lingers but it’s stale and ashy), tears already falling, heart breaking into a million pieces…again. Someone he loved has left him.
“Where is your Babi?”
He didn’t hear Matt at first, everything was just so loud. All of it overwhelming him and making him curl in on himself. It was so much! People were screaming, things were exploding, cars ramming into each other, one so close it made the little boy jump and scream in fear. People just ran past him. Then Matt appears and Benji looks up at his dad, wailing and crying. “Daddy!” he cries loudly as he leans into Matthew.
The little boy starts to hiccup, trying to speak but it all comes out stuttered, like he’s having a hard time verbalizing what he just saw. Where is Peter? Where is you Babi? Little did Matt know the small boy had some of the person in question balled up in his fists, and Matt was sitting right in what used to be Peter.
“He’s gone!” he wails. “He he h-he turned...” he whimpers. “He turned... he crumbled!” he yells, starting to cry all over again. He puts his hand on Matt’s and he’d feel ash against his skin and it smelled like Peter. “Dad I’m scared!” Benji clings to Matthew and curls against him.