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Are there any active The Amazing Spiderman /The Amazing Spiderman 2 rpers out there? I’m looking for you guys, but I can’t find you!
This is an INDEPENDENT, Harry Osborn rp blog.
My rps are typically based on the TASM storyline, but I am familiar with comic book continuities as well!
I’m looking for Peter, Gwen, MJ, Electro, and other sinister six characters-- as well as any other marvel rpers!
ARE YOU GUYS STILL ALIVE?
The clawed tips found themselves against the wall and began to scrape the wall slowly and dangerously close to the other’s head. “He is the one that betrayed me, what made me become this.. Look at me.. Look past the ugly disgust..”
His eyes were back to the familiar blue but the feral madness remained. Goblin decided to allow his host out for the time being. And also to see if he can somehow get out of the trouble that it had caused him. “You don’t look like this-” His hair began to flatten and fall against his head, some green disappearing from his face. His sharp nails dulling. “You will be very confused by now.
I’m making this simple for both our sake. I Am You” He lost all strength that the Goblin seemed to have held and his body slammed hard against the desk in his fall. “-Shit- Desks” He coughs. At least he was free for now, besides the air knocked out of his lungs and his brain feeling like it was going to explode.
Okay, he was 99.9% sure now that he was losing his mind and this was all just one big delusion. He pressed the button in his hand, and said, “Actually, I’m fine. Thanks guys…” But his voice shook a little as he stared at…
…Himself? A slightly older, sicker version of himself. “… Okay, seriously, who are you? You’re really freaking me out right now.” He didn’t believe that the person in front of him was himself, that was just crazy; and yet, here he was.
He needed a drink…
He didn’t sweat as much as when he changed into the Goblin. His ears were what stung the most though due to the pointed ears having to go back to their more human shape.
He grasps onto the desk, giving up on what any pride he thought he still had. He points at his armor where the name: OSCORP was labeled. “I question the same thing. Goblin touched some sort of gem and we were pulled into a light. And, well, you know the rest.”
He looks at the claw marks Goblin left, still not happy that the animal dared to act like such with his body. “I am Harry Osborn, any question you ask, no matter how secret I can answer without flaw.. And yes even about Peter” The name was bitter on his tongue. “First I’d like to drown in some drink, if you don’t mind. My head is splitting in half”
Harry backed up even further against the wall--if that was even possible. He huffed, eyeing his look-alike up and down, and still utterly confused. Goblin? Gem? A light? Okay, this guy was definitely on drugs.
He just laughed, “Wh-what are you on, man? Nothing coming out of your mouth makes any sense.”
When the other man mentioned alcohol, he stared at the spilled, empty bottle on the floor. “You kinda knocked over the rest of the brandy.”
That was all he had. He’d been thinking of asking one of his interns to buy him some more, with a hefty tip of course. But... That wasn’t really possible with this guy in here.
He wasn’t really inclined to believe that this guy was him. But... Well, he’d just go with it. “Fine. What’d we do with Peter in the second grade? And what girl did we secretly have a crush on in the sixth?” He crossed his arms expectantly. He couldn’t know the answers to those.
The clawed tips found themselves against the wall and began to scrape the wall slowly and dangerously close to the other’s head. “He is the one that betrayed me, what made me become this.. Look at me.. Look past the ugly disgust..”
His eyes were back to the familiar blue but the feral madness remained. Goblin decided to allow his host out for the time being. And also to see if he can somehow get out of the trouble that it had caused him. “You don’t look like this-” His hair began to flatten and fall against his head, some green disappearing from his face. His sharp nails dulling. “You will be very confused by now.
I’m making this simple for both our sake. I Am You” He lost all strength that the Goblin seemed to have held and his body slammed hard against the desk in his fall. “-Shit- Desks” He coughs. At least he was free for now, besides the air knocked out of his lungs and his brain feeling like it was going to explode.
Okay, he was 99.9% sure now that he was losing his mind and this was all just one big delusion. He pressed the button in his hand, and said, “Actually, I’m fine. Thanks guys...” But his voice shook a little as he stared at...
...Himself? A slightly older, sicker version of himself. “... Okay, seriously, who are you? You’re really freaking me out right now.” He didn’t believe that the person in front of him was himself, that was just crazy; and yet, here he was.
He needed a drink...
He didn’t understand. It had to be some time of separation. But the voice that was in the back of his head finally came through and proved it wasn’t true. “Why didn’t you say something sooner, Harry?” He asked while glaring down at the floor. “… One insult and you shut up now? Thanks so much” He grumbled for a moment before he went back to reality- or what he assumed was reality.
“The Osborn Curse as our dear daddy called it-” He knew he clicked the button, he had no time. He had no glider, no pumpkin bombs. He was in a world that wasn’t ready for him. “Oooh.. does this mean-” A sick grin began to form, showing his broken and rotting teeth. “that you are friends with dear Pete?” Oh now this would be a fun turn of events. His body was moving closer to Harry. “You’re still so sane, naive, innocent.. I envy that” The green faded to a blue in the maddened eyes.
He was starting to get more alarmed as the thing before him continued to reveal its knowledge. “... How do you know about that?” How did he know that he hung out with Pete? There were some things the media didnt catch onto, or rather, things that he didn’t let the media catch onto... And that was completely secret. He didn’t let his friends get into the media with him.
He began to tremble. What was this person going to do, kill him?
“Me? Sane? That’s hilarious.” He laughed as the person came nearer and nearer to him.
Between his father being a complete prick and a life practically devoid of familial love-- unless you included Aunt Mary fretting over him when he was a child familial love--he had a ton of problems... And he of course suffered from schizophrenia, just like his father had...
He looks around, taking in everything. It was different, somehow, how? It didn’t know. The free claws left light scratches on the floor. His nose breathing in the air and caught the familiar smell of scotch.
The voice was what caught it’s attention and it’s head turned back, snarling at the voice- at least until he saw the face, which made his bared teeth hide behind his lips again. “H-Harry? How did you separate from me? Not that I’m complaining– Your whining isn’t missed-
HaHAHA! You know last time security tried to come after us? Of course you do” He slowly stood on his feet. He began to take a step forward, taking in the other’s scent. It wasn’t there, the disease, at least not like his was. “That’s strange I must admit. So I have the full disease and you’re cured. That is rude of you, Harry”
Harry didn’t understand what was going on, or what this thing was talking about. His features hardened. Clearly this person was delusional, and their delusions involved him.
“Separate?” He tried to take a step back, but then remembered he was already up against the wall. “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. “
He clicked a button, and just like that, the security was notified that Harry needed help. Now. His eyebrows scrunched together as he stared at the intruder. “Disease?-- Look. You’re obviously sick. Maybe even in denial about it--I don’t know. But... Dissociating from it won’t fix anything. Take it from me.”
He knew that from experience. Dissociating from his anxieties, his father, everything, through drugs. It didn’t change anything, it just stopped it for awhile. Which is exactly why he kept returning to them.
Maybe this person was on drugs right now?
[ I also think this might have to do with the people who wrote the script for spiderman vs. the people who wrote the script for the amazing spiderman too. The writers had to have included those details about Harry’s problems in the movie’s story. Either that or Dehaan did a LOT OF RESEARCH on Harry, which I’d believe too.]
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The green eyes had caught the flow of the strange gem before it. It and Harry couldn’t make sense of it as the gem glowed. All it knew was it could hear Harry’s worried voice whisper in the back of it’s head. Goblin was never one to listen to the little weakling it shared a body with and it being feral and insane also made it curious.
It’s clawed fingers reached out and poked at the gem that reacted with a bright light that caused a shriek from the Goblin as the blinding light went around him, causing his claws to lash out at it, even bite at the light on instinct.
The light disappeared as did the nightmare that plagued New York and the Green Goblin was slammed into the floor, causing it to cry out in some pain. Having 50 lbs of arm on it’s body wasn’t fun when one is thrown down so hard, even if it would heal. His green eyes open, teeth baring. “What the hell?” He asked as his eyes tried to adjust. He was still at his host’s home. But the gem was gone and he noticed it was oddly not as trashed as he usually left it. “Great, I just had to touch a Time Traveling Gem..”
The last thing he had expected was for someone to pop up out of thin air and land on his floor almost as if they’d been thrown there. Harry reeled back from his desk, away from the man, or, THING, before him--the scotch in his hand now spilled all over the desk and floor as he backed up against the wall. Which said something about his nerves because Harry Osborn, the troubled addict, did not waste his alcohol.
“Stay back.” He said flatly, his fingers curling around something in his hand. “Get any more friendly and I’ll call security. So keep your distance, alright?”
But something was stopping him from following through with that threat. Like how the thing kind of... Looked like... Him? Well, something like him?
[Uh... So apparently I set up my queue wrong? So instead of spreading all the posts out, it just posted everything at once??? Whatever. I give up. smh Im going to bed. deal with it. ]
I just need a moment with my friend.
Have your hands started to twitch yet? When you lay awake, can you feel it coming? Hiding under your skin, waiting to show itself, to show you who you really are.
It’s been awhile since I made a promo post. I’ve been gone awhile, actually, and I’d like to get things rolling again.
I’m theosbornwithin. I’m a Harry Osborn (green goblin) roleplayer. I’m looking for more roleplay partners in the Marvel fandom. MCU is preferred, but I know quite a bit from the comic verse too.
Like this post or message me for a starter or if you want to plan. Reblog if you want to promote.
— Yeah, I don’t do complicated.
