IND / PRI / SEL blog for 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 based off the prequels. written by zig ( he / they, 28 )
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Peter knew he was cursed. There was bad luck and then there was getting stranded in an alternate universe where no one knew he existed with his ex-best friend who had tried to murder him on more than one occasion.
Guess which one he had?
Still better to stick with someone from your own dimension he guessed. And well, he wanted an excuse to talk to Harry- to talk things out if he could. And WOW. That was a new thought. Making amends with Harry Osborn.
Up until he had caught that other MJ, he’d only allow himself to think about CAPTURING his universes Goblin. Making him pay for Gwen. He’d mourned his best friend, it’d been easier to pretend he’d already died, even after he’d made that cure.
But it hadn’t helped. It had only made him more miserable. So, if they were stuck together maybe it was a sign to try a new tactic. Make nice. Make up. Be.....friends again.
“So, they uh, don’t have Oscorp here,” God. That was a bad conversation starter. He was so bad at this. He turned to Harry and attempted a smile. “Starktech looks pretty cool I guess?”
@csborn
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@csborn asked: ❛ life is messy sometimes. ❜ (tasm!mj)
Understatement of the century, she chuckles softly. “Everyone’s is, the trick is not to go through all that mess alone, I believe.” Not that it would matter. At the end of the day, she’ll always be alone, but that doesn’t mean it has to show. Or that other people should know that’s how she feels. “What happened to you anyway? Wouldn’t imagine a rich boy would have a lot to complain about,” Mary Jane smiles, teasing him.
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bitch
-dramatic hair flip- yes, fellow bitch?
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@csborn / gifts tony a shirt that says 'my dad resorted to mephisto and all i got was this t-shirt' ❝ now we match. ❞
“Yeah, wow, this is really-” Depressing. Disturbing. Maybe a little too on the nose, he can’t decide which word he wants to go with. “-Something.”
Talk about trauma ping pong he doesn’t actually want to play with anyone. He can’t even say he’s a little surprised.
“I’m trying to figure out what it says that there’s enough of us to form a little club.” He reaches up, touches his nose quickly. “Not it for snacks.”
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@csborn asked;
we don’t get to pick the things that fix us.
“Maybe for you, but I like to choose what or who fixes me. The last time I let ‘fate’ chose for me,” she paused as she moved something. Grinning it fit perfectly, “it fucked me over and made me worse than I was. Besides, where did you get that phrase, huh? A fortune cookie?” Gemma laughed and continued to work, “or is that a saying that helps you get by.”
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+ @csborn gets something small !
+ “ Hi ! Don’t think we’ve ever met. I’m Mary Jane. Are you a friend of Peter’s ? “
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who the fuck eats a banana in a half filled bath tub, with the shower running, with pants on? who the fuck does that, peter?
*throws web at*
“leave me alone harry, i can do what i want!“ @csborn
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I'm holding a blood drive at oscorp you should donate :)
A look. That's all Harry gets. "Ah yes, I'm sure everyone at Oscorp would love radiation poisoning, nice try."
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@csborn asked: “ i knew i would find you here . ” @ peter.
‘ good guess , ’ he says without turning to look at harry , bitterness clinging to his words. he kneels down , brushes off some of the snow that fell on her name. ( it never truly gets dirty , peter tends to try to clean the gravesite every week , if not every day. it might have been a couple of years , but it still... hurts. ). it feels wrong , standing at her gravesite with the person who had lended a hand in causing her death , and it takes a considerable amount of self-control to not grab harry’s collar and just toss him out of the graveyard , but -- ( that wasn’t him. he couldn’t let that be him ). still , without looking at harry , peter asks , tone neutral , ‘ was there something you needed ? ’
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plotted starter for: @csborn // harry osborn
OSBORN --- a midgardian surname of which she was familiar. she could feel the tendrils of her grasp around the edges of his soul, the kiss of the inevitable licking at his heels at an accelerated rate.
it was this that surged her interest, the goddess appearing via cloudy and surging portal, looking with a disinterest gaze at her surroundings --- before giving an all but WICKED smirk at the young man she found staring upon her arrival.
with the elegant gait of a predator she’d all but stalk forwards, tilting her head with the motion as she took her time approaching --- green eyes studying him and confirming that YES, this was the mortal of which she sought.
“ i can feel the tendrils of my domain taking you midgardian --- tell me, how does a mortal so young and.. ” she’d pause, a coy pout before continuing, “ well, not healthy.. but RESOURCEFUL find himself knocking on my door? ”
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@csborn asked : “ what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind? ”
in truth , she can’t IMAGINE what it’s like for him , to not know what’s real at times . to have some unseen voice whispering into your ear and fighting the urge to listen to it , to believe it . but she does know what it’s like to not TRUST YOURSELF . she’s been through hell and back and there are days she doesn’t trust her gut , days she QUESTIONS EVERYTHING . so she understands the sentiment . understands not believing in yourself . so brows pinch and a sad smile pulls to her lips . ❝ you have to keep going . that’s all you can do . you know what’s been true in the past and you have to just trust that it’s true still . ❞
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@csborn asked : " I stay up late every night, regret it in the morning, and the next day I do it all over again. "
◤ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ... ◢ she had done her research on oscorp . had spent weeks slouched over newspapers and biographies and web forums and anything else she could get her hands on . it had seemed like the perfect investigation spot ... but the more she learned , the less she believed that ghosts were truly what were haunting those walls . there had been ... enough tragedy to fill a silo but she wasn’t sure there had been the sort of death that traps the spirits of the dead within walls . but there was something there . she could feel it .
and the ceo ? maybe she had made up reasons to investigate so that she could meet him . she’d found mentions of a disease that sounded ... similar to the voices in her head and she needed to know . it was the first chance she’d had to meet someone who might understand and she needed to go . needed to prove to herself that she wasn’t the only one . even if thinking that was absolutely bonkers .
a soft laugh as she shifted in a leather seat that she was pretty damn sure cost more than her tour bus . ❝ you ain’t the only one . believe me . think i got an hour of sleep last night while we were sittin’ in the tunnel . ain’t used to cities like this . ❞
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“hello, harry.”
his voice is soft, gentle, as otto breaks the silence that’s fallen over the penthouse’s main room. it never hurts to check in on harry. even with his own mile-long list of ailments, the scientist knows where his priorities lie. he knows when others need him. and right now, the younger osborn needs someone.
g-d help the boy if it turns out he is the solution.
the balcony doors are wide enough for most, but with his arms, otto has to hunch, pulling his children close to his side. rose lifts as soon as she can, scanning the room.
“where is everyone?”
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☆ 「 @csborn / LIKED FOR A STARTER 」
“ rough day today , i assume ? ”
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