#spiderverse reality

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wondering if i should just be called Spiderman in my spiderverse dr and jumpscaring people when i don't sound like a man. "oh hey spiderman, thanks for saving me!"

"you're welcome <3"

"...you don't sound like a man?"

EDIT: i feel the need to inform everyone that i am indeed genderqueer and hearing people call me a man (im afab) makes me happy 😭

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seeing "273" while talking to my father about spiderverse... seeing "273" again while sunflower plays in the background... oh universe you ain't slick

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this is.. @bridalribbon's 333 event!

day 1 ;❝ midnight mass ❞

what do you do in your dr when you can’t sleep ? where do you go, what do you touch, how do you comfort yourself in the dark ?

sleep is something that doesn't come easily, even as a kid. there are too many nights that i spend staring up at the ceiling till i black out and wake up with no memory of that, or just squeezing my eyes shut and hoping for the best, kicking my blankets off and pulling them back on, praying sleep would claim me sooner.

nowadays, what with being Spiderman and all my other responsibilities, it shouldn't be surprising that my mind churns more, causing such sleepless nights to occur more and more frequently. on the bad nights, my brain replays deaths, people i weren't able to save, and i cannot tell if it is worse when they are regular civilians or my peter and my uncle.

on such nights, i like to pad over to my balcony, careful to be quiet so as not to wake up gwen. i stare out at the night, watching the occasional vehicle zoom by, and sometimes watch the people down on the street below, if any.

sometimes i like to be alone, to just feel the cold night air and watch things in the peace of the night, with whatever words i utter between me and the moon alone.

other times, i crave other's company. i used to call harry, knowing that he too, doesn't sleep well, and that he'd come over and we'd probably eat ice cream and stare at some movie playing on my tv, even if it is 2 am in the morning. but now? now i pull up my phone that hobie has rigged to text him. i don't even know if he's awake, or if he's free, but i text him anyway.

we end up relaxing on the sofa, talking about some random topic or watching a movie. he's warm against the coldness of the night, and i always find myself moving closer to him under the blankets. it doesn't matter what we're doing, one way or another, his presence is soothing enough that i'd fall asleep, head lolling onto his shoulder and he lets me. the first time it happened, gwen woke us both up, with enough teasing that i threatened to cut off her breakfast supply of cereal that she loves so much (as a joke. i will never truly threaten someone's food source.); but as it goes on, it becomes just another thing that's habit, something familiar that we always do, as so many things happen with hobie.

>> 333 flashes on your screen, return..

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when not swinging around nyc as spiderman , rowan nightwine's a pretty stylish gal .

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what if i could summon knives/ a sword out of nowhere in my spiderverse dr. you think spiderman can only shoot webs and kick ass? nah. weapon user on top of the super strength and shit...

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guess who is finally starting (redoing) their spiderverse script... (ib: @viperrshifts)

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shuffle the cards and read the signs..

𖦹°‧ oh,, one fell out ! what is it..?

THE FOOL (DAY 0)

〝 the embrace of new beginnings. 〞 anything about your first day in your desired reality! what will you wear? what is your schedule? who will you meet?

0800: my alarm goes off, loud and music blasting from the speakers installed around my room. i groan, pulling my blankets over my head as i use my magic to get my alarm to "shut up!", but my plans of rolling back to sleep is ruined when a giant paw comes smashing down against the side of my face. my eyes open to see a snout near my eyes, wide and panting as Rocco paws yet again, a sign that i should get out of bed.

0815: a robe wrapped over my pyjamas, i am now squatting in my living room as Rocco and Damian eat, one more enthusiastic than the other. i yawn, wet tissue in hand and ready to clean up after my darlings once they're done. luckily the other three were with my siblings or my work would have more than doubled..

0830: with my pets' breakfast done and over with, i'm soaking in the tub and mentally running through my day. first uni, then patrol, then my office.. my life is packed. still, i lift myself out and get dressed quickly, finishing up my makeup in the mirror.

0900: school starts in fifteen minutes.. and i'm still in line at my favourite pancake place across my apartment. i order my usual (a stack of pancakes with mushrooms, weird as it sounds) and have it to go, stuffing the plastic utensils into the bag.

0915: i arrive in class on time, laptop open and food half-eaten on the table. how, one may ask, when the school is very much half an hour away from my place? well, spiderman knows shortcuts, and i only slammed into one (1) building on the way so.. win ! my friends sit on either side of me, and eleanor steals a piece of my pancake,, as if she hasn't already devoured her breakfast minutes before.

1145: the 2h writing class is finally over (i say, as if this isn't a dream course i picked over all the other courses i could've enrolled into) and my friends and i head out for lunch. it's monday, which meant that the next class started at 2, so we could go further from campus to our favourite restaurant.

1305: i snuck away from eleanor and arlo mid-shopping to go stop a bank robbery – i should've known that my lunch could never be fully peaceful – and luckily, i made it back before they noticed i was fully missing. to them, i was just taking the longest shit known to man.

1400: time for directing class, and arlo has left eleanor and i to take his art class. it's interesting really, to go through the technical portions of what happens behind the camera when i've spent so many years of my life in front of it.

1630: and of all professors i could've gotten, i had the long-winded one who would not let us leave on time. i bid my goodbyes to my friends before going on patrol, checking in with the spider society.

1717: guess who i ran into? hobie brown. he was standing on a rooftop waiting for me as i swung a cat back to its owner, and i nearly fell when he called out for me. gods, his voice is way too attractive and distracting. my webs missed the building, and if not for my quick reflexes, i would've slammed into yet another building, as if i am some sort of rookie.

2030: so uh.. i just got home. and i didn't go to the office today. more work to be done at home i suppose. it's my fault really, i wanted to hang with hobie a little longer, which turned into talking for hours.. hey, at least we got dinner for gwen and i before i swung back here and he went back to his dimension.

2100: not to bore you with work details since it's just a whole lot of planning my schedule, tackling homework, editing magazine spreads, possible outfits and more planning for the next month's magazine.

2222: i could hear gwen in the hallway and i leave my room to say hi. she had just came back from the spider society, and i help heat up her dinner as she went to take a shower before returning to my work.

0000: well, it's midnight and i am pretty much done with work. i got distracted by youtube halfway but i've done what i could for the day and there's still school tomorrow so good night !

bonus: fit check !

>> back to the tarot reading..

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❝ fool's journey ❞ (day 3)

where do you go in your dr when you need to remember who you are ? the location that feels more like home than home itself. what makes this place yours, and what do you do there that you can’t do anywhere else ?

there's a door that's always open, that smells of cooked food and washed clothes. the Parkers'.

some days without Peter can be... horrible, especially at the start. i'd reach for my phone to tell him something about my day before i remember the text'd just go to his now-dead number, or maybe to someone else who now owns 8 digit code. i'd see something that reminds me of him and get hit with this sense of loss, as if i was reaching out for something but was meant with cold emptiness instead. i'd need comfort, and instead of having my boyfriend to talk to, i curl up on my bed, on blankets that he once laid on, aching and alone.

i'd usually go to harry – he understood, because he too lost his best friend, because he was there when peter died – but with norman in jail, the responsibilities of oscorp falls to him. he's forced into the position of ceo, forced to clean up the mess that norman left behind by being green goblin, forced to deal with the power-hungry, money-grabbing 'advisors' of oscorp; and i don't want to add on to that. so where do i turn? where else can my grief be understood by those who lost peter too? the Parkers' was the place.

i didn't want to face them at first; i failed to save peter, i caused them to lose their boy, but i'm a selfish person and i needed my emotional comfort, so i showed up on their doorstep one tuesday afternoon and aunt may let me in.

since then, aunt may and uncle ben has always let me come over whenever i want, whether with notice or not. they're like a second family to me, right there in new york city, and they welcome me so warmly that i cannot help but return time and time again. they're so kind really, helping me move on, listening to me rant, and even encouraging me when i showed up unsure what to do with my feelings for hobie, and they're basically my home away from home <3

>> 333 flashes on your screen, return..