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@tornhellfire
featuring Spider-Man (Earth-120703)
The following is an affiliated, selective, mutuals exclusive and crossover loving blog featuring various video game and animated muses with some original characters sprinkled in!
Affiliated with The Torn Squad
Rules and Muses
Penned by Destined.
27 y/o, 10+ years writing experience, minors don’t interact please.
welcome to an independent, selective, mutuals exclusive crossover multimuse blog
that will feature various characters across film, animation, gaming, and comics!!!
~~~RULE AND ROSTER INFORMATION CAN BE FOUND HERE~~~
studies on redemption, expectation, responsibility, trauma and more.
..................................... Penned by Destined ............................................
28 y/o . he / him pronouns . CST time zone . no minors allowed .
THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED
I have moved to a new multimuse blog, please inquire via DMs for the link!
THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED
I have moved to a new multimuse blog, please inquire via DMs for the link!
Blog reboot / Cutting Affiliation
I’m thinking of rebooting this blog under a different name and with a slightly different roster of characters, and happily bringing along any mutuals that genuinely want to go on the ride with me.
So please LIKE this post if you want to come along on the journey, and I will follow you on the new blog, and carry over any existing ships, threads, and plotting sessions over there.
Do NOT like this post if you simply want to maintain follower numbers, only like it if you plan to write with me.
Blog will be ready to launch in the next couple days, this will probably be the final time I reblog this. So like away if you wanna stay mutuals.
I’ve registered the new blog that will replace this one, and started following people that liked the previous announcement post .
If you have genuine interest in continued interaction, and want to stay mutuals, please give that or this post a like so I know.
The new blog probably won’t be finished for a bit, so threads will continue here for the time being.
Blog reboot / Cutting Affiliation
I’m thinking of rebooting this blog under a different name and with a slightly different roster of characters, and happily bringing along any mutuals that genuinely want to go on the ride with me.
So please LIKE this post if you want to come along on the journey, and I will follow you on the new blog, and carry over any existing ships, threads, and plotting sessions over there.
Do NOT like this post if you simply want to maintain follower numbers, only like it if you plan to write with me.
Blog reboot / Cutting Affiliation
I’m thinking of rebooting this blog under a different name and with a slightly different roster of characters, and happily bringing along any mutuals that genuinely want to go on the ride with me.
So please LIKE this post if you want to come along on the journey, and I will follow you on the new blog, and carry over any existing ships, threads, and plotting sessions over there.
Do NOT like this post if you simply want to maintain follower numbers, only like it if you plan to write with me.
redhead-reporter:
PETER. It was impossible, MJ knew that. Better suited to those science fiction movies her ex loved so much than it was to real life, too CRAZY even for a girl who had been by Spider-man’s side for almost a decade. And yet what other explanation could there be? It was all there - the name, the suit, the corny jokes. Even the RAMBLING and shaggy brown hair, the way he somehow managed to simultaneously seem like the most and least confident person she’d ever met. It was that PARKER CHARM staring her in the face, the truth undeniable even if it was completely unbelievable.
“… I was.” MJ acknowledged, raking a hand through her long red hair and then waiving it through the air to ward off any further digging into the subject. It still HURT, loathe as she was to admit it, the way things had ended with Peter. Her Peter (fuck this was going to be confusing as hell). How little he must TRUST her if he kept interfering with her work, how he never seemed to listen when she told him not to baby her so much. It was still hard to process, even all these months later.
Not that NOW was the time for that. Not with another Peter standing in her living room.
“But I’m still his FRIEND. We work together when he can stand it.” she elaborated, even if the words she chose no doubt raised more questions than it answered. “I’m Mary Jane; my friends call me MJ. I’m a reporter with the Daily Bugle.”
@tornhellfire
Ex-girlfriend? That was certainly a development that he hadn’t been prepared for, but then again... when you’re an unexpected visitor in a different dimension? Well, could you really be prepared for anything? Let alone the most mundane of things? At least, there was solace in that a friendship remained? Even despite that, he could see the pain caused when talking about it... bringing a small frown to his face, but opted to change the subject for both of their sanity,
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, MJ...” he awkwardly extends his hand outward towards the woman, a clear attempt at a handshake, “...maybe you might just be my ticket home.” it was a long shot, for sure, but it certainly didn’t mean it wasn’t worth at least an attempt.
When the exchange of pleasantries had concluded, Peter would get a sudden sharp and jagged pain coursing through his head; clutching at his temple, the pain would reside for several moments before subsiding into nothingness... for now.
Glancing up, he could see the display caused a look of concern on that of the reporter’s face, “Side effect of being in a universe that isn’t your own; jury’s still out on a cure.” Peter smirked, trying to use humor to cut through the awkwardness that clouded the air of the apartment.
@redhead-reporter from x
Take off the mask? That was about as intimate a request as completely stripping down to his birthday suit, but then again... she was already well aware of the identity of this world’s Peter, it only made sense to adhere to the demand; at least that had been what was going through his mind until a tattered gadget was tossed in his direction.
Spider-Bot? He certainly didn’t have anything like this back home, but upon inspection he could see the practicality in it... more eyes in the neighborhood means an easier time for Spidey, right?
There was hesitation in him, even as his hand moved upward to clutch at the fabric that made up his mask... the one barrier that prevented the horrors of villainy colliding with his personal life; eventually, he no longer stalls, practically peeling the garment off his head to reveal his true face... the one of Peter Parker.
“My name is Peter Parker... but you kind of already figured that one out, huh?” he sighs, crumpling the mask in his palms; still completely taken back by everything that has transpired in just the last... 15 minutes alone? “You must be other Peter’s girlfriend?” it wasn’t a hard deduction to make in the slightest; even he had to admit that other him had immense taste... she could honestly rival Gwen in terms of beauty.
What the hell are you talking about, Peter?! No one compares to Gwen... he muses to himself, shaking his head,
“S-sorry, I shouldn’t be the one asking questions here...”
Got bored, started playing Slime Rancher again a couple days ago...
...and now I have added these two slimers to the blog.
"peter, hey, it's mj. listen i ... i know it's probably WEIRD that i'm calling. actually it's definitely weird, but i ... there's a party tonight at the bugle. it's for jameson, which is laughable, but a lot of people will be there and ... i was wondering if you wanted to come with me. and yes, i meant as my DATE. so ... let me know."
Working out the mechanics of returning to your own universe was a fickle thing, to the point where Peter had to develop a fake alias to compensate his actual identity already being taken by another.
It wasn't ideal in the slightest bit, but at least the fake name of 'Andrew Garfield' was enough to open up a cell line and acquire an apartment in Queens...
...the difficult part of it all, was the not being able to save the neighborhood once rumors of a third Spider-Man swinging through the streets began to spread; so he had no choices but to stay cooped up in MJ's apartment, running various calculations and equations in a means to discover a way back home.
At least, that was what he was doing until he received a voicemail on his phone.
A date? Tonight? With MJ?
Of all the things on Peter's "expect list", that hadn't even made the top 100 entries... what was he gonna wear? I mean, he hadn't really found the time or need to get a suit.
[SMS]: Hey MJ, got your message... what am I supposed to wear?
Setting the phone down, he would return to scribbling down calculations whilst awaiting a reply.
º ✧ 。continued from HERE with @tornhellfire bc beta editor !
Okay, seriously - what the HELL was going on here?!
MJ's brain scrambled to make sense of the puzzle pieces being flung at her in rapid succession, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't form a picture that made SENSE. She knew it was possible that there were other Alchemax spiders capable of turning people into heroes still out there - Miles getting bitten last year was proof enough of THAT.
But this guy ... the way his suit was designed, the colors he'd chosen, the way he spoke? It all SCREAMED Peter Parker; she would know better than anyone, since she'd been at his side for half of her life. She would've thought this guy had just built an incredible COSPLAY of her ex-boyfriend if he hadn't just swung on actual webs to save her, if he didn't mention MAY unprovoked like he knew her. Like he loved her just as much as Peter did ... had ... no, definitely still DID.
For a moment, MJ stood there in SHOCK. Opening and closing her mouth without making a sound, heart hammering wildly in her chest. But eventually she nodded, clearing her throat awkwardly before stepping back into the unfamiliar spider's grip and pointing towards Greenwich. She didn't know what was happening, but she did know that a new spider wandering around New York was going to be a PROBLEM if they didn't figure out what he knew and how he knew it.
"My apartment's not far from here. It's safe - we can talk THERE. And you can tell me why the hell you know May's name and how you got your WEBSHOOTERS."
She definitely seemed like a grossly mistrusting person, but then again... could Peter really blame her in this moment? Coming face to face with a second Peter Parker in the same timeline was a rather shocking experience to say the least, “Alright... your apartment it is.” he drapes an arm securely around her waist before flicking his wrist to create an audible THWIP! from his webshooter; just like that, they were swinging through the New York skyline once more... it reminded him of the times he spent swinging with Gwen, she always loved the adrenaline rush it provided...
...not wanting to get lost in the memories of the past, would focus up on the task at hand, rounding a corner as he did so, “I know your name is Mary Jane, but can it be MapQuest for a moment?” only Peter would ask for directions in the form of a quip, eyes of New York’s residents watching them intently as they swung... he wanted to get some place private, and fast.
Fortunately, what MJ had said proved true... the apartment wasn’t far from where they met at all; soon enough they found themselves on the fire escape just outside her apartment window, the web-head struggles with the window for a moment, before sliding it upward and gesturing the reporter inside, “Ladies first.”
So far, everything had seemed to be going rather smoothly... but Peter couldn’t help but shake the chilling feeling that there was an immensely long night ahead of him.
Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character
They’ll have to:
Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.
Answer that question.
Drabble about E-120703 Peter post TASM2
The death of Gwen Stacy took the heaviest of tolls on Peter, even more so than the death of both his parents and his Uncle Ben... why?
Unlike the rest, Gwen’s death was purely his fault... it was his hands that took her life... at least that is what he tortured himself into believing.
Perhaps the world would be better off without Spider-Man?
For five months after the “murder”, Peter’s day was comprised of the same maddening routine:
Wake up
Visit Gwen’s grave
Cry himself to sleep.
Repeat.
It wasn’t until a talk with Aunt May and the words from Gwen’s graduation speech that he convinced himself to go forward, to dawn the suit once again and continue to try and be that Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man that his beloved had admired so much... and the funny part was? It worked...
... at least for the first few months.
That’s the thing with grief, it sneaks up and swallows you when you least expect it... even after you convinced yourself you had overcome those demons.
After saving a young couple from the wreckage of a burning car, Peter began to see a vision of Gwen in place of where the young girl should have been; at first, he chalked it up to stress and lack of sleep, totally normal... right?
But then it happened again... and again... and again. Every time he save someone, a vision of her would appear... the one person he failed to save, the woman he loved.
What started as visions drove quickly into obsession, as Peter began researching and studying quantum mechanics; with special emphasis being put into the concept of string theory. Maybe there was someway to undo his greatest mistake? Perhaps even just one more day with Gwen?
While his life as Peter became quickly consumed by his research, his life as Spider-Man didn’t fair any better in comparison. As his grief turned into rage, causing him to become bitter and no longer feel a need to pull his punches.
It should go without saying, but these dual lives of self-destruction were going to eventually lead to Peter’s death, or perhaps worse... him taking another life.
The latter of those two possibilities almost became reality nearly two years later, when a foolish criminal tried to mug Aunt May as she was walking to the bus stop after work; Spider-Man was most certainly there to save the day, but at the cost of beating the thug within an inch of his life; desperate to stop the supposed superhero from killing, May would rip the mask from his face to reveal the face of her nephew.
Fortunately, she was the only around.
Unfortunately? The conversation that followed was one of weight, angst, and outbursts of yelling... but eventually, May slowly but surely brought him back to reality and reminded him of the lesson that was most important from dear old Uncle Ben:
With great power, there must also come great responsibility.
It was after that night he began his long road to recovery, to relief, to redemption.
Gwenpool starter for @redheadarcher
Heya! True Believers! It’s your totally awesome Gwenpool here! This issue, we’re gonna be doing something a little different... see, me and Scarlet have a date tonight! Can’t go messing that up with some no good villainy, right? So, I’m afraid you’re gonna be stuck with a slice of life filler issue! But hey... you already bought the book, so read on and enjoy!
Luigi’s on 5th Avenue was without a doubt the best pizza joint in the entire city of New York... of course, that was a hotly contested opinion; who cares what other people think, though? The only two opinions that mattered were the two women sitting across from one another in the restaurant booth.
“So then, your dad was like ‘Well I played eighteen and I shot eighteen... just can’t seem to miss.’
and then Iron Man blasted his arrows out of the sky, and Clint was like, ‘Made you look.’ and suddenly WHAM! the cars in the garage came falling down on top of Tony!” the blonde girl recounted a tale through heavy emoting and exaggerated sound effects, it was difficult finding people to listen to Gwen’s supposed “crazy talk” about “the real world”... but that statement didn’t seem to apply to Scarlett, in fact... the pants-less ex-mercenary might go as far to say, the archer enjoyed her stories.
Reaching for another slice of the double pepperoni, triple cheese pie, Gwen would eagerly shove it down her gullet before washing it down with a fountain soda. Was it lady like? Not at all, but it was Gwen... and the woman city across from her seemed okay with just Gwen; that was a notion that couldn’t help but make her heart flutter a bit in her chest.
redhead-reporter:
Fisk construction was one of Kingpin’s rare LEGITIMATE businesses; they actually did finish the buildings they promised to deliver, and usually on time too. But that didn’t mean that MJ thought they were wholly INNOCENT operations. No, if witnessing all the hell that man had put Peter through over the last eight or so years had taught her anything? It was that Wilson Fisk NEVER did anything entirely by the books - there was always something, a hidden use or agenda to every decision that man made. Especially THIS place, the low income housing development he’d announced last spring that he had personally funded.
That man had NEVER cared about the needy or the weak - he ate them for breakfast, just like every other psychopath in this city. He was up to something with this place and MJ was determined to figure out WHAT before he got away with it. Frowning at her camera’s viewfinder, she quickly clicked through the various photographs she’d already taken - completely unaware of the precarious steel beam dangling over her head until it was entirely too late.
SNAP!
MJ only had time to lift her gaze and widen her eyes, a scream not even fully formed in her throat before a strong arm wrapped around her and she was FLYING. No, not flying - swinging. A sensation she was more than a little familiar with, considering the identity of her ex-boyfriend. God dammit, was he STILL watching her? Still swooping in to save her before she ASKED? Had he not listened to a WORD she’d said during their breakup, about how he needed to stop babying her and treating her like she was made out of glass?
Never mind the fact that doing so was the only reason she was STILL ALIVE to be angry about it, of course …
“Peter, what the HELL? Why are you-” MJ began, but her words died in her throat as the shock wore off. As she realized this was NOT a suit she recognized, nor a voice she’d ever heard before. Instantly she scrambled backwards from the unfamiliar spider, shaking her head. “You’re not… who ARE you?”
@tornhellfire
The anger was rather off putting, it wasn’t often that people were one to get pissed at their resident web slinger for saving the day... did this girl wanna die or something? If that was the case, perhaps he should be swinging her to the nearest hospital afterall...
...Wait... Peter? This woman knew his name? That... that could only mean one of two things:
This universe’s Peter was horrible at maintaining a secret identity... which meant even further complications in trying to find a way home.
This woman was his girlfriend, ex or otherwise.
“I could be asking you the same thing!” Peter snapped back, before glancing around to make sure there were no prying eyes or ears around them... wouldn’t want to screw things up for this world’s Peter if the secret wasn’t already out, “I can think of only two people that would know who the gorgeous mug beneath this mask was...” Of course, the one constant amongst all Peter Parker variants was the quipping that hid whatever anguish lied beneath the mask, “...You’re too young to be Aunt May.” did the May of this universe even know his secret...? Questions for later.
This was bad, very bad, the Peter Parker of this universe had a girlfriend? Albeit a breathtakingly beautiful one at that, and that woman was the one that he just saved?
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. this was certainly not something he had accounted for... he needed a solution, and fast.
Glancing down, he would realize that in the commotion he had somehow acquired her camera:
Property of: Mary Jane Watson the back of the device read; that name didn’t ring a bell to him at all, he certainly didn’t know of anyone named that back in his world; then again, perhaps she could be of help to him after all?
“Do you have somewhere private we can talk? Got too many bad memories of Nosy Nancies.”
