WITH GREAT RESPONSIBILITY!

Great power. Great responsibility. And a great left hook!

[withgreat]

an independent, private, low-activity rp blog for peter benjamin parker, the amazing spider-man from marvel comics. written by aaron.

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AFFILIATED: @stormlit

[withgreat]

reading more spider-man and i really love stuff like this.

[celestialmega]

Fearful Symmetry: Kraven's Last Hunt by J. M. DeMatteis and Mike Zeck.

[withgreat]

i will try and get out some more starters tomorrow, buddies. i've done most of my replies so i'll just focus on those for a bit

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does anyone remember when you'd follow somebody and you'd get tagged in a greeter thread with 20 other people

[unitlead]

#UNITLEAD "everyone can be broken in time ... But I will not betray my friends, my planet! Not as quickly as you need! " Rani's Kate Stewart. show and audio canon compliant.

[withgreat]

now write spider-man supporting characters

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peter does this in front of your muse, wyd

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legitimately the most writing i've done in a year probably, spider-man brain goes brrr

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@atomkins liked!

thwip! he uses a nearby skyscraper as support for his webs, momentum used to propel him onto an armoured truck, reports of a robbery in progress fresh in his mind. " fellas, didn't your mom ever teach you not to steal from other- " the quip in progress is stopped, his eyes drawn to a figure in the sky, then quickly downcast to some unconcious men on the concrete. " oboy, am i late to this one, huh? "

[saintsknight]

The silence between them feels older than either of them should be. Older than school halls and borrowed lunches, older than scraped knees on Manhattan sidewalks, older than two boys sitting shoulder to shoulder in a room too large for one of them and too lonely for the other. Rain slicks the pavement beneath them, turning the city lights into trembling gold. Somewhere in the distance, sirens wail like the city itself is grieving, but Harry can only hear the sound of Peter lowering his fist. His jaw tightens. “You say that like he’s just been waiting somewhere,” Harry says, voice low and rough around the edges. “Like if you ask nicely enough, he’ll come back. As if I can peel all of this off and hand him to you.” He laughs once, but there is no humor in it, only bone dry exhaustion. “You want your friend back?” His eyes lift to Peter’s, bright with something too sharp to be tears and too honest to be anger. “So do I.”

[withgreat]

the mask hides his pained expression, the tears that he can feel falling down. the lenses narrow, responding to peter's attempts to dry his eyes. how many times have they done this? the same confrontations, the countless battles. the last few have been clouded by his anger towards his best friend, his only friend. " i have to believe that he is. " naive, maybe, after all that they've done. everything that harry has done to him, everything peter has done. he has a small, barely noticeable gasp, " then cut this crap out, harry! how long are we gonna let ghosts tell us what to do, man? i know the guy i met all those years ago, the kid just as lonely as i was, is still in there. beneath all this crap. " he feels the rain drip on his costume, the thing that has caused so much anguish and turmoil between them. " you don't have to let his legacy define you. "

[tremaynes]

❝ peter... ❞ maybe, if he weren't a first responder, it would be easier to take this at face value. maybe peter really is clumsy as fuck, and got unlucky on the stairs. but fionn's seen a lot of cases, too, where that's the easy excuse. where it's the cover up, concealer over a bruise that shouldn't be there. it's entirely possible fionn's overreacting, but his concern is too big for his heart to be able to just contain it. fionn rubs his face, but he can't drag his eyes away from that bruise. ❝ you—you don't have to be. ❞ fionn sighs, perching on the arm of the sofa before he wears a hole in the carpet. ❝ look, i—i have spent most of my life bullshitting people, about so many things. often that i was okay when i wasn't. i still do that one. it-it's a bad habit. but—if you're not okay, you can tell me. ❞

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he's... touched by the concern, to put it mildly, but in a way it makes him feel even worse. what's he gonna do? tell him? 'oh, by the way, I got bitten by a radioactive spider when I was 15?' it'd be easy to make him believe, do the things that a spider can, but then he'd be putting him in harms way… all to make things easier for himself. he won't do that, he can't do that. his remaining eye opens up, looking at fionn. the genuine concern, it makes his heart ache. " i-i kinda do, man. " he sighs again, a heavier one. " i got it on the job. " smart lie, parker. " taking pictures, got socked in the eye by one of those costumed weirdos, you know? dunno why i even lied about it. " a brief laugh comes out, nervous in nature. " my aunt finds out that i get hurt like this, on the job, i'd have to quit… only thing keeping her afloat, only thing that keeps the lights on. " he offers another strained smile, " yeah, i have to be. "

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i am currently toying with inserting comic book sound-effects into my action scene writing because it makes me laugh

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@optiblasts liked!

crack! his foot lands across his face, one of those purifier goons he thinks, rolling backwards to land both of his feet on the concrete " sorry to cut in, cyke, thought you might want some help. these guys aren't usually my wheelhouse but hated and slandered? hey, i can emphasise there! " he slings a web and zips quickly over beside him, " is it cool if i call you cyke or is that an x-men thing? bobby never really mentioned it. "

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i've done a few starters from the starter call on my other blog, so starter call here!

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after i get some more starters out i'm gonna put out a mains call, i'm serious about this blog again

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already posted about this when i first started this blog (but that was a while ago whew) but my main canon for Peter will follow him being a science teacher at midtown high, love that part of the comics & i feel like it's the perfect staus quo for him.