;; WHY CAN'T I EVER MAKE THINGS RIGHT?

STELLA CITY AFFILIATED ;; HOUSED IN MOONPIE MOTEL #36;; icon credits to @cindergraphics

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What’s that about Spider-Man? He’s decided to drop the super-hero gig and become a comedian? Like this for a one-liner! Uncapped!

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“You know, I really owe a lot to these sidewalks, without them, I’d be on the streets!”

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    There were so many terms that Pete couldn’t quite comprehend, he could guess, of course, but really he had no idea. From his own knowledge of wars, he could only imagine that what she’d mentioned were different races of people, or perhaps religions. 

   As for the blight, he had no idea what that was. 

  A thoughtful look crossed his expression, fingers tapping his side as he attempted to find the words for how he’d describe Earth.”Well, there are wars in my world but I’ve never properly experienced one in New York. As for aggressiveness there’s plenty of that, especially with all the heroes and villains, but they’re generally taken care of pretty quickly.”

   Little did the woman know that he was, in fact, gloating, subtely of course, but the notion was there. “These... wars, have you fought in any of them?”

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   The boy’s cheeks puffed beneath the suit as he took holdy of the bag of books, almost dropping them before he adjusted to their weight. Grunting momentarily, he caught up the short distance that he’d fallen behind. “Tokyo, huh, I’m from New York,” he answered. 

  Spidey himself had little knowledge in the area of other languages, although he did know bits and pieces. As someone who ran their own business it was required that he knew at least a little.

  “Trying to be a spider?” There was a laugh that brushed past his lips, had his hands not been preoccupied he likely would’ve scratched the back of his head. How was he to explain his situation? “Back in New York I’m a superhero, or vigilante, depending on who you believe. I had abilities similar to a spider’s back home, so, the costume made sense, as well as the name.”

Ealizationbrought a somewhat guilty look to the face behind the mask momentarily, “Ah, they call me Spider-Man, how about you?”

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Swinging into your hidden village this new year

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Spider-Man doodle

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▓

   It was only out the very corner of his eye did he see the attempted pick-pocketing. Before the boy could take off with his wallet, Peter snatched it back with a frown. Who did this kid think he was? “Theft is a crime you know,” Peter informed the child as he crossed his arms in annoyance. 

  “You’re lucky I’m not alerting the police you know. Do not try this again, you won’t find the experience rewarding.” 

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“You know, yesterday a clown held the door open for me,”

“I thought it was a nice jester.”

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❂ (is it blood or more war paint? the world may never know)

  Having studied this woman’s face paint before, he could... sort of tell it apart from the other substance on her face. The face paint had a slightly different texture he’d noticed, the blood on her face lacked that. Pete’s brows furrowed as she wiped away the blood. 

   He couldn’t judge; he’d been in a similar situation more times than he cared to admit. Concern oozed into his gaze as he travelled toward the woman. “Are you okay?” The question was sincere as Peter’s gaze searched her face for any sort of injuries. 

   “Is that blood or?”

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☢

   The crowds were eager. For what, Pete wasn’t sure. Not that he really cared. His eyes flicked across the crowds, different people of all kinda brushing past him. Some had strange hairstyles, odd clothes and some were even sheep. Though his attention was drawn to someone else. 

   He appeared as if he had no interest in what the rest of these people were heading towards. Rather, he was just like Pete, fighting against the flow of the crowd. Unfortunately, the other fellow’s travels were cut short as he... fell. For a moment, Pete was rooted to the spot, brows furrowed.

  Perhaps he should, ah, help. 

  Slipping through the crowd, he dodged a few people of his own to stand in front of the fallen figure. “You have a nice trip?” Pete joked as he held out his palm for the other. “The floor can’t be comfortable, take my hand.”

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🌀

  With Peter’s noticable lack of abilities as of his arrival in the city, he still hadn’t shook off a few bad habits. One of those being his abilitiy to overestime his abilities. That, ladies and gentleman, was how Peter Parker landed himself nursing a mean black-eye. 

  It was his own fault. He’d always been told that his puns were annoying but he hadn’t exactly expected to be punched for it. Not when he wasn’t even dressed as his superhero alter-ego. Seriously, who attacked a nice photographer like himself. 

  Only out of the corner of his eye did he see his neighbour, Hakuno. A somewhat pained smile slipped across his lips. “You seem to stumble upon me at the worst of moments,” He teased aloud, “Why can’t we meet somewhere in a cafe or something.”

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Platonic Affections Meme

Send me a ◇ for my muse to to play with your muse’s hair Send me a ♧ for our muses to cuddle Send me a ♤ for my muse to style yours, whether it be clothing, jewelry, makeup, etc is up to you Send me a ♡ for a platonic kiss between our muses Send me a □ for my muse to give yours a backrub Send me a ○ for another type of platonic affection that either the sender or receiver can specify Send me a ° for my muse to try and teach yours something they’re passionate about, a hobby perhaps Send me a ■ for my muse to read a story to yours Send me a • to share headphones with my muse Send me a ☆ to go on a mundane adventure with my muse, such as to get groceries or coffee etc Send me a ● to hold my muse’s hand Send me a ¤ for YOUR (The sender’s) muse to play with my muse’s hair Send me a ▪ to help my muse with a project, mission, something routine around the house, etc

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   Sorry about the delay but I’ll have to answer the meme’s in my inbox tomorrow! 

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Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) by Dustin Knotek

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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🌀

  It appeared as though villains occupied even this seemingly peaceful city. He’d been patrolling, though as usual he wasn’t really expecting to find anything. This place was too pleasent, too nice. Sheep ran it, how could anybody terrorize a city run by sheep. Unfortunately, it seemed even Spider-Man could be incredibly naive. 

  They’d been trying to rob a convience store and Spidey wasn’t about to have any of that. He’d ran into action, itching to swing and crawl but remembering that such abilities had been hindered. Instead, he fought. Hand to hand, right up until his opponent had pulled a knife. 

   The fight had gone sour, Pete ending up heavily wounded, though somehow, still managing to knock the criminal unconcious before he slunk away. He didn’t make it far. A nearby alleyway was as far as he could make it. His suit in shreds and his own blood equally blending in with the red on his suit. 

  Gritting his teeth through the pain, he noticed the stranger far too late as he barely managed to pull his mask off. His back was pressed against the wall, his body a mess and his hair even worse as it stuck up at odd angles. He was barely clinging to conciousness as his eyes met with the woman’s. Shit. 

  For a moment, he made a feeble attempt to stand but was shut down when he shrunk back against the wall. Unable to do much more than frown, he covered the weeping gash on arm. “Please don’t tell anyone,” was all the man managed to groan out. 

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Send "🌀" to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up