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[wallcrawld]

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WALLCRAWLD    —       welcome ! this is an independent, private, and headcanon based portrayal of PETER PARKER from mixed media, inspired primarily by marvel comics and the mcu, webbed by leah ( 23, she / her )  ! established 2019 and revamped 2023.

carrd. prompts. verses. pinterest.

a study in : the weight of the hero, the ability to endure, responsibility as a way of life, never letting go, the ever constant struggle to do what is right, the heart of a team, the pursuit of science, genius intellect, what it means to do the right thing, and above all, sacrifice of the self for the good of others

[streetsrot]

hello hello ! i'm gonna be hanging out on ellie, if you like apocalypses, bad puns, and lil bit of violence you should give her a follow 👁

[streetsrot]

𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 - 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗌. 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. do you understand ?

[proditeur]

"don't you have to be a hero for the hero code to apply to you? don't tell me you think—" he releases the remainder of his thought in a breathy scoff and touches his fingertips to his chest, "—me? hero? never. that's the most insulting thing you've ever called me." and by now, they've emptied the entire dictionary of insults at one another. to... varying degrees of light-heartedness.

"are you really upset with me? then i'm sorry. but we weren't friendly at the time." oh, then that makes it okay! crown readjusts his posture and, folding his arms neatly across his chest, settles into a casual slump. "would you like me to start a rumour that your shapely arse is insured for $100,000? would that make up for it?"

[wallcrawld]

the eyes of his mask narrow into thin slits, ❝ dude ... you're kinda a hero. you punch shifty guys in the face. that's saving people. heroes save people. it's a pretty simple equation. ❞ he grins playfully beneath his mask, ❝ but i never said you were a good hero. ❞

peter's body suddenly convulses with laughter and he bends over, clutching his stomach as his laughter grows more intense, forcing him to gasp for breath. ❝ i- i.. i-'m sorry, ❞ he struggles to get the words out and straightens up, ❝ it's just you — you — ❞ he doubles over again. oh no, tears in mask, tears in mask. he presses down on the fabric, hoping to soak up some of the wetness of his eyes. ❝ i can't believe you said arse seriously, i can't believe you talk like that. ❞

[leatherforhell]

starter for @wallcrawld

Poor thing. Clara has previously labeled this feeling as pity, or grief. The word seems to change on the day, or perhaps the circumstances. Whatever the language used, Clara is small and soft and delicate. She is hurting. Gotham won’t stand for it any further. She is swept into the blur of thought and action and feeling that is the rest of the city, carefully washed over with too much useless sensation.

Gotham slips into the body.

It’s a complex machine, but it is used to that, isn’t it? It raises their head first, then the rest of their body. The body is doing its best to fix itself, but it could use a little help.

Peter’s already rushed over. Very sweet, that boy. “Hello,” It says, smiling, because this is technically a first impression. “I need a sink. Second degree burns require running water for at least fifteen minutes. Then I can go somewhere to fix the broken arm. Yes?”

[wallcrawld]

something is wrong. that much is obvious from the way clara raises up, almost mechanically, nearly lifelessly. for as long as he'd known her, clara was all theatrics, exaggerated motions and a distinct lack of awareness for personal space. this ... version of her has none of that. her eyes are emptier, colder, like the soul that had once inhabited the body had dissipated.

his stomach flips and he crouches down, taking account of the injuries. ❝ you're not clara. ❞ it wouldn't take a scientist to figure that out and well ... he is a scientist. ❝ in case you didn't know, possession is only interesting around halloween. and even then it's overdone. i'd rather not make this exorcist 2.0 so ... ❞

peter's voice lowers to something rough, almost threatening, ❝ give clara control back. or i'll find a way to wrestle it back myself. ❞

[andromedaarchives]

🌿                                    “  organs  ?  ”          her  voice  hitches  up  an  octave  in  alarm.    organs  ?    hands  fly  through  the  cabinet  that  homes  supplies  :    where  do  you  even  set  up  your  medical  station  in  a  shitty  apartment  in  new  york  city  ?    by  the  window  that  vigilantes  crash  through  or  the  door  that  rarely  gets  used  ?    andromeda  scoops  the  hello  -  kitty  bandaids  into  her  arms.          “  oh  hon,    the  streetlight  ?  ”          she  echoes  gently,    as  if  this  dialogue  were  suited  for  a  pity  party  instead  of  an  emergency  patch  -  work  job.    supplies  are  dumped  unceremoniously  into  the  nearest  chair  before  she  shoots  forward  to  guide  a  swaying  peter  to  the  couch.          “  not  your  fault.    it  was  clearly  in  the  way.  ”         

[wallcrawld]

don't make her worry. the song sings brilliantly in the back of his mind, an ever present chant that he's never learned to shake. the steps are simple, they should be easy : stay awake, stay alive, don't let her worry. ❝ it was a small one. ❞ peter is quick to murmur, wincing as he shifts his hands and looks down at the coursing blood. ❝ got pushed off a building, didn't have time to catch myself and splat. ❞ he lowers himself weakly down to the couch, laying back on it. ❝ i said the same thing ! ❞ blood covered palms fall to the side, exposing the flayed and twisted skin, ❝ so — think you can patch me up ? hello kitty's not gonna let me down ... right ? ❞

[leatherforhell]

Circe by Madeline Miller / unknown / Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz / unknown / Nectar by Upile Chisala / Critical Role Campaign 2 / The Affliction by Marie Howe / Aubade by Louise Gluck / unknown / Rebeka Anne / BBC Merlin / Franz Kafka / She-Ra: Princesses of Power / My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift / Francis Forever by Mitski / mine (thalia grace muse) / Frank Bidart / unknown / Titanic (1997)

[inthesp0tlight]

There wasn't a day that went by that MJ didn't wish there was MORE she could do for him - that she had some of his super strength to take his burdens away, that she could suit up right along with him and be the helping hand in a fight he sometimes DESPERATELY needed. But she also knew how badly he needed her to be exactly what she was; arms to land in that didn't remind him of VIOLENCE or pain, warmth to weigh against the bitter COLD of the sacrifices he sometimes had to make. She was his connection to Peter Parker after a hard night of being Spider-man, the thing he CHOSE for himself in of life full of responsibilities he hadn't asked for.

His HOME. The bright red beacon of light in the DARK of nights like tonight.

"No, not this SONG again." MJ frowned, lifting her head from the top of his to try and catch his eye. Adjusting her grip around him so she could slide one hand up to his cheek, thumb lovingly stroking the skin. "That wasn't YOUR fault - it is never your fault, Tiger." It was easier said than believed, she knew; Peter took every loss so PERSONALLY, all of New York's 8.5 million souls resting firmly on his shoulders. He was strong, stronger than anyone else she knew, but even he would BUCKLE under a weight like that in the end if he insisted on carrying it this way forever. She couldn't lose him to something like that; she REFUSED.

"You saved SO many people ... they're all home safe tonight because of you." MJ cooed, pressing their foreheads tenderly together as her heart quietly BROKE for him. It never got easier, seeing him in this much pain - listening to him PUNISH himself for not being perfect when in so many ways he was still just a kid himself. "You aren't a FAILURE because you can't protect everyone, baby."

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[wallcrawld]

mary jane was his rock, his homebase, his whole world. she was one of the only people in the entire universe who had even a smidge of a chance of ripping him from the endless swirl of guilty thoughts threatening to drag him under. she's one of the reasons he wants to be better, not just as spider-man, but as peter parker. he could stop a hundred crimes in a day as spider-man, but if he never showed up for the girl that he loved when it mattered most ... what sort of hero was he ?

he leans gently into her touch, a reaction he doesn't even realize. he's meant to sit like this : held in her arms and encompassed by her love. peter brings up a hand and wraps it around her own, lovingly rubbing his thumb across her skin. ❝ this time it was, mj. if i'd just paid closer attention, i could have ... i would have done something. ❞ he might have saved him and then a family would not be burying their son tonight. the people had been counting on him and he hadn't just let them down, he'd failed them entirely.

❝ what about ... ❞ peter's voice begins to break and he's quick to swallow it down, ❝ what about the ones who didn't make it home safe because of me. the ones who never made it home again ? ❞ he closes his eyes as she presses her forehead to his and falls quiet for a long moment, taking in the comfort of her presence. ❝ how do i make up for it ? how do i make up for someone's death ? ❞ it's an impossible question, there's nothing he can do to fix death. he can't right a wrong that's been shattered into a dozen tiny pieces.

[wallcrawld]

a few announcements and housekeeping updates :D - my work has started up again (YUCK AHAH) so i'll be mostly shifting things to a queue focus in order to stop these long stretches of sporadic writing and then spamming dash with all my replies that i have a bad habit of doing - related to the above, i'll be slower during the day replying to messages, i unfortunately don't get a ton of opportunities to check my phone throughout the day so most of my time online will be nights/weekends - i have another blog that i haven't had time to make an official promo for yet so i'm gonna plug it here ! you can also find me @streetsrot — it's a c.yberpunk 2.077 rp blog but miss v DOES have a marvel verse ( i'm working on her verses page on her carrd i PROMISE the deets will be up soon HAHA you can always ask me directly tho ehehe ) and you should totally follow me there wink wink nudge nudge

final notes : i appreciate you all for your endless patience, kind words, and general greatness, i hope you all are taking care of yourselves !

[wallcrawld]

are we spreading love? because i love you as well <3

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!! i am uno reversing the love right back at you ❤️❤️❤️

[wallcrawld]

Leah your writing is wonderful and I’m so glad we get to see it!

I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOY SEEING IT )))))): this means the world to me, thank you so much ): truly ): i am so lucky to be able to have such amazing writing partners that i'm able to bounce such great ideas and plots off of 🥺

[wallcrawld]

OH HELLO SPIDER-MAN I’M SUCH A BIG FAN WOULD YOU LIKE THIS BAG OF CANDY AND ALSO A HUNDRED DOLLARS

❝ you betcha ! ❞ he grins — was this what it was like ... to be liked by people ? usually they just threw garbage in his face after he saved their lives, it was basically a new yorker tradition. ❝ you're not gonna ... like take it back ... right ? ❞

[wallcrawld]

today I got my coworker McDonald’s fries because I was going anyway and I had the rewards points so she got me a gift card even though she didn’t have to do that was nice

AWWWW OH WOW this is... the Dream actually, that is so sweet of her ):

[wallcrawld]

hello I love you

hello not holly i love you person that is def not @leatherforhell

[wallcrawld]

REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.

ㅤㅤKEEP THE RAIN by searows ----- i don't know what steps to take / i do the easy ones until it helps / little acts of conversation / i don't think i really like myself / am i comfortable in silence? / or is it eating me alive? / nothing's ever really quiet / when you need distraction to survive

ㅤㅤFUNERAL by phoebe bridgers ----- i'm singin' at a funeral tomorrow / for a kid a year older than me / and I've been talkin' to his dad / it makes me so sad when i think too much about it, i can't breathe / jesus christ, i'm so blue all the time / and that's just how i feel / i have a friend i call when I've bored myself to tears / and we talk until we think we might just kill ourselves / but then we laugh until it disappears

ㅤㅤMARS by sleeping at last ----- we laid our names to rest / along the dotted line / we left our date of birth and our history behind / we were full of life we could barely hold it in / we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering / we made our families proud but scared at the same time / we promised we'd be safe / another lie from the front lines / our nights have grown so long / now we beg for sound advice / let the brokenness be felt 'til you reach the other side / there is goodness in the heart of every broken man who comes right up to the edge of losing everything he has / now we're young enough to try to build a better life

ㅤㅤPLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME GET WHAT I WANT by the smiths ---good times for a change / see, the luck i've had can make a good man turn bad / so please, please, please / let me, let me, let me / let me get what i want / this time / haven't had a dream in a long time / see, the life i've had / can make a good man bad / so for once in my life / let me get what i want / lord knows, it would be the first time

ㅤㅤBE NICE TO ME by the front bottoms ----- i got boulders on my shoulders / collar bones begin to crack / there is very little left of me and it's never coming back / there are certain things you ask of me / and there are certain things I'll lack / what's it matter anymore ? / if you believe the lies i tell / there's no meaning to the words / but we still sing these songs well / we are running out of time / we are running, we are running / but you're a killer and i'm your best friend / think it's unfair, your situation / i try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense / the hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense

ㅤㅤFOREST FIRE by brighton ----- when you were young you used to dream about fires / and scream into the night / to find me standing barefoot at your side / i used to whisper it will be alright / and how was i to know i'm not strong / i should have saved you and i hope you know that you're my home / but now i'm lost / now i'm the one left screaming through the night / i'm gonna carry your bones / i'm gonna carry them all / i'm gonna carry you home / i'm gonna bury these bones / i'm gonna write it in stone / that you were my home

BONUS SONG : BLITZKRIEG BOP — THE RAMONES

& 6 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.

⊹ ❝ i offer to you my bones and my veins. that parts that break and spill ❞ — mary kate teske ⊹ ❝ we leave doors open for people who'll never knock again. stubborn human heart. living, for the maybes and what ifs. hoping, until the day it dies ❞ — mollie adler ⊹ ❝ the worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. you will eat your toast. and you will drink your tea. ❞ — rhian ellis ⊹ ❝ you remember too much, my mother said to me recently. why hold onto all that ? and i said, where do i put down ? ❞ — anne carson ⊹ ❝ the tragic hero is complete. you can call him unhappy (miserable, utterly broken) even before he is dead. for an instant he is something like divine. and then he dies, because there's nothing left to do. ❞ — michael kinnucan ⊹ ❝ and when i turned to face grief, i saw that it was just love in a heavy coat. ❞ — shannon barry

BONUS QUOTES : ❝ we're not just our failures. as much as they hurt, we learn from them. then we go out there and do our best to make up for them — even though we never will. we save people. we save as many as we can to make up for the ones we couldn't. that's all we do. ❞ — the boy himself ):

and of course,

❝ with great power, comes great responsibility. ❞

tagged by: @spidersiren THANK YOU BELOVED tagging: @gardiennes, @spinxeret, @arachnidiots, @proditeur, @kryptonfuture, @timewound, @magitanna, @gobleir, @loetise, @eideticspider, and you !!

[wallcrawld]

happy spider-man day :D

[wallcrawld]

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

01. type of bed: twin bed - it's tiny but it does the job ( for the most part )

02. number of blankets: depends on the season, usually just one but when it gets super snowy and cold he'll use two for Comfort

03. number of pillows: usually three — one to hold, two to sleep on

04. type of clothing: very little HAHA usually just boxers and sometimes sweatpants if it's the colder months. he does sleep with the suit nearby in case he ever needs to quickly throw it on in an emergency situation.

05. does it matter where they sleep?: yes but also no but also sort of <3 HAHA peter's best sleep is obviously going to be in his own bed ( and saying best sleep is generous, considering none of his sleep is really good or frequent enough to be classified as 'best' ), but he'll crash on a couch or the floor or a chair. he really struggles to fall asleep unless he's absolutely reached his breaking point of exhaustion and at that point where he's passing out at doesn't really matter

06. what do they do if they cannot fall asleep?: goes on patrol. rationally, he knows it's probably not the best idea to put his life in danger when he's exhausted and can't sleep, but swinging helps clear his head and fighting crime is simple ( find bad guy, punch bad guy, profit ), far simpler than the racing thoughts keeping him up. he'll go until he physically can't any longer and his body succumbs to exhaustion.

07. frequent dreams, nightmares: nightmares almost every night without fail, it doesn't seem to matter how good his day was prior. peter's dreams are extremely vivid and, while dreaming, he struggles to ever identify his surroundings as being just a dream. this is worsened by the fact that he often feels the tingle of his spider sense reacting to his own fear or distraught reactions within the dreams.

08. deep slumber or naps: naps naps naps, peter doesn't really have the time for anything more than short bursts of sleep and it's a huge part of why he's constantly exhausted

09. when do they sleep: whenever he can. it's not uncommon for peter to be up for two, three, sometimes even four days straight. juggling a personal life, work/school, and spider-man stuff doesn't exactly allow him much time of his own and there's times his obligations mean cutting sleep from his schedule. in a perfect world/ideal scenario he'd go to bed around 11pm or midnight and get up around 9am or 10am.

10. what could wake them up: it would be easier to list what wouldn't wake him up — peter is by no means a deep sleeper and the smallest noises usually disturb him enough that he stirs awake. whether or not he ignores the source of that noise and rolls over to go back to sleep ?? totally different question

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