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3surience · 24 days
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actually i think it'd be fun if Merkoff gnoles were really good dads, really bad moms
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vamprnce · 7 months
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the new spider man 2 trailer omgggg MY BOYS 😭😭🥹
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alloftheimaginesblog · 8 months
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breakfast {peter parker}
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been going through my inbox to see what old messages/requests inspire me
prompt: “I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
character: peter parker tasm x reader
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The sun warmed your bare leg which had escaped from under the duvet early that morning as you gradually began to wake up. You could hear the muffled noise of the usual New York traffic from the open window, a sound you'd learned to drone out, and as you began to stir, you snuggled in closer to the warmth which was that of Peter Parker.
Upon you snuggling into him, he himself began to stir and wake up, eyes struggling to adjust to the brightness as he opened them, peering down at you confused before he realised the events of the previous night. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he mumbled a sleepy greeting to you.
"G'morning," you said back through a yawn. Nerves and excitement bubbled together in your stomach as you fully woke up. It had been the first time you'd stayed at Peter's apartment. The two of you had been dating for the last few weeks and last night, you... well, sealed the deal.
He let you shower first as he prepared breakfast. Eggs, toast, beans, bacon and mushrooms. You'd been in his apartment before, he'd made you dinner here, but not like this. You'd never got to use his vanilla body wash; never got to feel his soft towels on your skin, never got to use his toothpaste. It was all rather intimate.
Peter had thought of the issue at hand before you did. When you walked out of the en-suite to his bedroom, you realised that you didn't have a fresh set of clothes to wear but Peter had sorted you something. On the bed lay a large ESU hoodie and a pair of boxer shorts.
I've put your clothes in the washing, they'll be ready in an hour or so, in the mean time here's some of mine to keep you warm. Making breakfast - P :)
You smiled widely as you pocketed the note, you liked to have little keepsakes like that, and you changed into his clothes. They were too big for you but you loved the comfort of them. They smelled like your favourite cologne he owned.
When you walked out, Peter brandished two plates full of food, "Just in time." You sat at the breakfast bar, tucking into your food. You hadn't realised how hungry you were until you smelled the food in front of you and then all of a sudden, you were ravenous. Peter watched you with a smile, "I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."
You looked up at him, mouth full and smiling, and Peter's heart grew three sizes. He loved that even though this was your first official sleepover, you were already comfortable with him, you didn't mind sitting wearing his jumper, hair messy and eyes tired. He loved that you didn't mind eating in front of him and you didn't mind to show that you liked to eat. You swallowed your mouthful and said, "Remember how nervous you were to ask me out?" Your voice was teasing and Peter rolled his eyes with a laugh as he sipped at his coffee.
"Best decision I ever made though," he told you truthfully, "now I have a pretty girlfriend."
You spluttered at the word, "Girlfriend?" As far as you knew, it wasn't official yet. He hadn't asked and you didn't want to just assume. You were shocked that he'd said it but not because you didn't want it, you did. You wanted to be his girlfriend, you wanted to be exclusive and hear he was just throwing the word around without you knowing.
Peter's face blanched, "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't - it's too soon, isn't it? I just- shit."
Realising he'd taken you the wrong way, you shook your head, "No, no, Pete!" You had to yell over him for him to stop the quick excuses, "I didn't mean that to be bad, I was shocked, that's all."
He released a breath, "Oh, good." There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again, "So... you want to be my girlfriend?" Here he was, at the ripe old age of twenty-seven, and he was bloody nervous over asking you to be his girlfriend.
You grinned, "Of course I do, Pete," you nodded, "I have a boyfriend." The giggle that you let out was the most adorable thing that Peter had ever heard before and all of a sudden, he was taken over by a rather animal urge. He pushed your plate away, pulling you off of the stool you sat on, "What are you-"
He kissed you hard and you knew exactly where this was going, "Last night, we weren't together. Now, you're my girlfriend. I say we need to celebrate that," he murmured against your lips as he navigated the two of you backwards and back to the bedroom.
So far being Peter Parker's girlfriend was a phenomenal experience.
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valeskafics · 6 months
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"You Either Die A Hero" - Dark!Peter Parker x Reader
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Summary: Peter struggles with your breakup more than ever after a certain symbiote bonds with him.
TW: DUBCON, stalking, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, oral f receiving, p in v sex, bondage
Word Count: 1,350 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Marvel characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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You and Peter breaking up had been for the best. At least, that’s what he tries to tell himself. Spider-man has so many enemies, it was too dangerous for you to continue dating, no matter how much you loved each other. Peter did the right thing by letting you go. No matter how many times he tries to remind himself of that, the words ring hollow in his ears. Every time he sees you on campus at ESU, he wishes he could run up to you and lift you up in his arms as he always used to, peppering kisses all over your face, nuzzling his nose against yours in that way that would have you whining, asking him to stop embarrassing you. You always looked so damn cute like that.
Ever since he fought that asshole, Eddie, he hasn’t been feeling quite himself. He’s been angrier, gotten rougher with his enemies, taken more risks. And he’s been consumed by thoughts of you. The symbiote feeds on his heartbreak, his anger at having to let you go. Sometimes, he finds himself sitting on the fire escape by your window, just watching you go about your business, pretending that the two of you are still together.
Tonight is no different. He swings over to your apartment and perches himself on that same fire escape, barely visible to the naked eye in his now ebony black suit. He wonders if you’ve seen it on the news, if you’ve wondered why it’s black now. He watches you as you sit at your desk, wearing just an old tee shirt of his and those lacey red panties he always loved seeing you in. Fuck, he wants you so bad. His eyes rake over your body, mouth watering at the thought of just pushing his way in and having you as he always used to after a long night of crime fighting, the way you’d welcome him into your arms and your bed with that sweet smile on your face.
Peter watches you put your headphones on and sigh. He can see on your phone that you’re listening to “Lovesong” by The Cure. What used to be your song with him. You lay down on your bed, holding the teddy bear he gave you for your last birthday to your chest, eyes looking sad and weary. He feels a rush of nostalgia and sadness wash over him. It’s clear that you’re hurting just as much after the breakup as he is, a fact which gives him little comfort. And even though he’s consumed with melancholy, he can’t help but feel a deep-seated lust for you, a yearning to see how you would look with that shirt laying on the floor, spread open for him as he fucks you.
And then? He watches as you burst into tears, wiping your eyes as you cuddle the teddy bear, wordlessly sobbing. He feels like his heart cracks in his chest when he sees you like that. As if not in control of his body, he pries open your window and moves to kneel beside your bed, resting a hand on your waist, murmuring your name softly.
Your reaction isn’t exactly what he anticipates.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you yelp, pulling your comforter up over you.
Peter removes his mask and stares at you. Shit, what the hell are you yelling at him for? He just wants you, desperately. It’s all he can fucking think about when you’re laying there looking so sweet and vulnerable. He moves closer to you, his movements slightly aggressive.
“What’s up with the tone, babe?”
“Get out of here,” you snap, grabbing your softball bat from beside your bed, “Peter, I’m not fucking joking! This is not okay!”
“You don’t need that, sweetheart,” Peter coos, moving closer to you, his pupils blown wide with lust.
He walks closer and closer, and you question suspiciously, “Why is your suit black? Why does it look like Venom’s?”
“It’s nothing, baby,” Peter says, trying to placate you in a silvery tone that isn’t soothing in the least, “Don’t worry about it.”
You hold the bat out in front of you and narrow your eyes, “Why. Is. Your. Suit. Black.”
“Baby, you don’t need that bat, just come here,” Peter lets out a huff of annoyance and grabs the bat as you try to swing at him, “Baby. Just let me love you. Like always.” You struggle against him as he holds you in his arms, making a split second decision to knee him in the crotch and break into a run. Peter lets out a loud grunt of pain, watching you disappear out the door, “Baby, come back!”
You scramble out the door and Peter hears your breath quickening, your heart rate increasing. And it just makes him feel even hungrier for you. The symbiote is one with his desires and he feels like there’s no reason to resist anymore. You slam the button for the elevator, hitting it over and over, willing the damn thing to just get to you already, muttering some silent prayer under your breath.
“Baby, come back here, I’m not done playing with you…”
You whimper slightly in fear, watching and waiting for the elevator door, but it doesn’t come. And you know he’ll be here any moment. To take you. You hear his footsteps, slow and measured, his ragged breathing. A chill goes up and down your spine. This isn’t your Peter. This is something else. You try to hide in the maintenance closet, covering your mouth and holding your breath. But you’re no match for him. He pries open the door, eyes traveling along your body, fixating on the bare skin of your thighs. You burst into tears as he drags you out of the closet, back to your bedroom.
“Please, Peter, don’t,” you plead, “If you love me, you won’t do this!”
“I do love you,” he insists, manhandling you onto your bed, pressing you down against it, “But I need you so bad right now, baby. More than ever.”
He pins you down, pressing his lips to yours, hungry, fierce. He’s so desperate for your love, for your body, for your essence, he just needs you back and he needs you to need him back. Peter’s tongue snakes its way inside your mouth, and you, in spite of yourself, allow yourself to kiss him back. You’ve missed him, his touch, and even if it’s wrong, part of you still wants him. The biggest part of you still wants him. He pulls his suit off, webbing your hands to the head board and lets his hands roam your body, his lips mapping a trail up your legs, before he begins lapping at your pussy, holding your legs apart as he tastes you. You writhe against the bed, all but sobbing his name as he holds your gaze, mouthing at you, fucking you with his tongue.
But he has no intention of letting you come like this. He pulls away and swiftly replaces his tongue with his cock, thrusting into you with a low groan of your name, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he ruts against you like a feral beast. Peter’s arms are wrapped around you as he fucks you like he never has before, desperate and rough and needy. His hands grasp at your hips, sure to leave bruises behind, his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck as he marks you as his, telling you he will never leave you ever again. His cock is so long and thick and it’s been so long since you’ve had him that you can do nothing but moan his name as he rolls his hips against yours.
Somewhere deep inside, Peter knows that this is wrong. Taking you like this. But he can’t bring himself to care, not with you squeezing around him like that, looking up at him with those pretty teary eyes, begging him for more.
He definitely owes Eddie Brock a thank you for the suit upgrade.
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hana-no-seiiki · 3 months
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Happy Holidays Everyone!! As promised this was finished and published before Christmas so I can work on official portraits. Enjoy your gift from your one and only god, Yun ♡
I don’t know where this takes place in the timeline for the HNSverse and my webtoons but we’ll just go with whatever the fuck was given to me in my dream.
Likes & Reblogs are much appreciated!!
YANDERE POWER RANGERS-ESQUE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS x AMNESIAC! MALE! RANGER READER
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OPERATION : PRETTY PINK LIAR ♡
tw/cw: dddne. yandere fic typical violence. mech/scifi fantasy violence. off-screen character deaths. in this version reader is male. check the masterlist for other versions of the fic. your name appears as [ REDACTED ]. one-sided semi-cestuous pining(by yan). brief mention/implication of cheating. necrophillia (implicit). descriptions of gore/violence.
fic type: long oneshot
status: unedited
[ MASTERLIST / CHARACTER APPEARANCES ]
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When humanity needed them the most, the Elemental Squad Unit came to save the day. Composed of Earth’s mightiest, most righteous men, they drive those wretched aliens away. Protecting our daily lives, while risking their own.
That was the story often told to the people. Those who lived blissfully unaware of the turbulence in heaven. Everyone knew of the ESU, whether they liked it or not.
“[Y/N]. You really don’t have to do this y’know.” Blue Ranger: Kaguya, repeated. He had medium length navy hair tied into a ponytail. He was short, cute almost. Sparkle shaped freckles dotted the middle of his face. Throughout your stay in the hospital, he had been the second most frequent visitor. He always touched you in one way or another. His fingers always grazed a part of your body. His eyes in a glaze as he’d stare at your injured figure. You found out it was because you two were dating or had a mutual interest towards one another . . . you think. At least in the eyes of the other crew members.
To you he was just a rando that always seemed to ignore your boundaries. Even when you were adamant with keeping a certain distance.
You tried your best not to flinch every time he came close, meticulously concealed any involuntary reactions, and strived to maintain an unwavering composure. It was difficult being so intimate with a total stranger. What was more concerning was the way your heart wrenched at such occurrences. An unsettling sensation, leaving you with a peculiar awareness that the narrative he presented was a well crafted farce.
You rolled your eyes at his worried face. It felt so off on him. Instead of the average look of concern one might show towards an ill individual, Blue’s expressions and tone always came off as haughty, snobbish, pitying, condescending. Red assured you that it was just what Blue sounds like all the time due to his background but you still couldn’t help but grimace as you spat back, “The squad has almost been eliminated thrice since I’ve woken up and was able to watch the news. I think I do.”
Yellow Ranger: Malik, shook his head. Despite being the tallest and rather gruff looking in comparison to the other members, his nagging often made all the intimidation in your nerves melt away. He had been the worrier you observed. Except that his worry usually came in massive spiels and sermons that threatened to have your ears bleed if you so much as breathed the wrong way. He was the complete opposite of Blue. Fitting when you weighed in his hometown — the kingdom on the other side of the planet of Blue’s. Harsh and condescending on the outside, a complete softie on the inside. “You don’t even know how your suit works! And it hasn’t been responding properly to your commands—“
You sighed as the brunette continued, delicately slipping a hand into the control unit positioned before you. Your fingers glided within akin to a nimble set of needles, traversing through the viscous, gelatinous substance within the intricate contraption. Abruptly, the entirety of the suit burst into a vibrant display of illuminating hues.
【 SUIT ACQUISITION SUCCESS 】
You fought the wide grin from appearing on your visage as you completely enclosed yourself into the suit. The odd, metal like material encased your form. You closed your eyes for a couple of moments, embracing the darkness and the brief second of peace you had without the other team members on your 6, before opening it to see the outside world beyond your suit’s controls. Completely in your view despite your current location and condition. Holographic graphs and charts on the edge of your peripherals.
“Ranger Pink. Welcome back.” The leader of the ESU, Red Ranger: Jasper, smacked the rose colored sentinel. He was your half-brother as you’d learnt. With features similar to your own. Tall, muscular, he towered many of the members. You spotted a lot of scars throughout his body, a few could be found accompanying his facial features; lips, eyebrows, his nose.
In the advent of this world’s technology, those scars could have easily been removed. In fact you knew the procedure was popular with many of your other members. Yet Red refused to do so.
“I’ll accompany them.” Blue ran off to his sentinel. His steps leaving a layer of water across the launch pads in his excitement.
“Blue . . .” Yellow reached out to him, only for Blue to brush his hand aside and eagerly jumped inside his suit.
Green Ranger: Zelenka chimed as he chewed on a špekáček, “Way to be obvious about what his dick thinks.”
“Green!” Yellow smacked him at the back of his head.
Green only grumbled, not at all surprised, bothered or in pain. His face blank, and eyes drifting off in boredom, “It was a compliment. At least Blue is honest about getting hard when Pink’s around. Unlike some people.”
“S-shut your goddamn mouth.” Yellow gave one last ‘hmph’ before he stalked off of the platforms.
Green gave the seething man a brief glance before his eyes wandered to his own sentinel. After a long sigh, he got inside.
Finally, Red provided a go signal, and the three rangers took off. Their sentinels; gigantic, metalic humanoid stepping from within the Ranged HQ and into the deep dark ocean.
Red smiled to himself, rotating his body to walk to his own suit’s platform for his own set of missions, nonchalantly speaking into the air. “Black. Ensure nothing . . . unfortunate happens with Pink.”
A figure clad in black emerged from the shadows. Much larger than even the ESU leader’s form.
“Understood.”
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【 MEMORY UNLOCKED 】
Accessing files . . .
“. . .”
As consciousness gently clawed its way back to the surface, a haze of confusion shrouded the mind. Blinking away the remnants of slumber, [ REDACTED ] ‘s eyes slowly adjusted to the harsh, artificial lighting of the hospital room. A flicker of anxiety danced across their thoughts.
“You’re . . . awake!” A muffled voice entered their ears. The sensation of cool, crisp sheets under fingertips became apparent, offering a peculiar contrast to the warm cocoon of blankets. And as their sense of touch returned so did their full hearing capacity.
A face, dark tan — excessively alluring really, your gaze was immediately glued — with golden eyes reminiscent of the blaring sun covered most of your vision.
“You goddamn idiot! I- I was so worried. Why’d you protect me?! I could’ve handled it y’know?!”
“Easy, Yellow.” Another voice. But you could not move your body to view them. But with such a beauty right in front of you, did you really want to?
“To hell with that.” The pretty boy continued, “You hear me, Pink? I’m one of the original three. I am above you. I don’t need your god damned pity. Or anyone else’s! Especially not a nepo baby like—“ His pointer landed on your chest, painfully despite the massive amounts of bandages the surrounded your nearly eviscerated body.
“Yellow, that’s enough.” The voice popped out again, this time more authoritative and firm. You see a gloved hand reach from behind and grab ‘Yellow’s’ shoulder.
“No, I need to hear it from him directly! Tell me you won’t do this again!”
“Your Majesty, I don’t think—“ This time another voice advised the young man in front of you. They sounded a lot more frail, older.
“Answer me, bastard!”
“. . . Who . . .” You breathed, struggling to form words as every second you remained conscious was agonizing as it much less when you produced any sort of moved. “. . . Who are you?”
The more delicate voice spoke up once more. Your vision was starting to turn blurry and dark. “As I was saying, I’m afraid Ranger Pink has sustained too much damage in the battlefield.”
On a more solemn tone they added, “We did the best we could do.”
“Who . . . are these . . . people . . ?”
You fought with everything to stay awake. You truly did. But as the moments passed and the world around you started spinning and blending into itself, you could not resist the temptation to close your eyes. Your once anxious mind now slowly faded into serene clarity.
【 MISSION ACCOMPLISHED 】
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The world was lot more vibrant than you expected it to be. Everything looked apocalyptic whenever you watched the ESU in battle. The only thing that signaled an invasion was happening was the occasional alien and buildings that were being repaired post-fight.
You marveled at the view around you, almost in a daze.
The sound of a lazer being shot snapped you out of your stupor.
“The hell—?! Green! That’s friendly fire you mani—“ Blue hollered.
You’re sure that if this man were any more petulant his suit itself would be stomping the ground in anger.
“I just saved you, your highness.” Green’s suit does a curtsy. He then pointed to the dead blob on the ground.
“Thank you, Green.” You bowed back.
“Hahaha! I like the new Pink. Maybe he should never recover his memories—“
“Had an Alien on your shoulder.” Blue deadpanned after shooting a jet of high pressure water towards Green.
“Bullshit.”
You grinned at their antics. You almost couldn’t believe that these were the saviors of humanity. One of if not the only line of defense against its extinction. But then grimaced at an indicator flashing within the corner of your vision. “Enemy at 7 o’clock.”
“On it.” Blue’s sentinel hurried to the scene, moving around as if it were swimming in the air.
Green cursed. It wasn’t just a normal enemy. “Shit. It’s a full on ship.”
“We have to re-unite with —“
Green is promptly taken down. A group of fliers came at him like vultures to corpse.
“Pink!” Blue screamed, swiftly flying to close to you once more. His suit takes yours’ hand and held it tight.
“. . .” You looked at him, almost angered that he tore your attention away from Green’s potential demise.
“We have to fuse. You’ve seen the squad do it on the news right?”
“Ain’t no way I’m fusing with—“ Green screeched as he fought off the bird like creatures. Vines reaching to grapple the them, but are promptly sliced by support from above: the main ship.
“Well I didn’t ask you did I?” Blue practically hissed at him. When you saw the ESU fight before they seemed so in sync, now you were starting to understand why these men kept on almost dying recently.
“Will Green be alright?”
“You heard him. He doesn’t want to fuse.”
It takes you moments to reply and hesitantly you finally responded with, “Okay.” You nodded, closing your eyes as Blue’s sentinel moved towards you, melding into your suit.
Your eyes flutter open. You’re surrounded with water, but somehow you were able to breathe. You see Blue’s figure beside you.
“. . . Your interface.” He looked over to your system, most of which has been covered in the ooze aliens were typically made of.
You must have been infected while Green was first attacked, hence the reluctance to fuse.
“Enemies” You reminded.
“Right.” Blue shook his head. Every ESU member was taught to put the mission before their own well-being. He had a natural resistance to infection due to his cockpit’s watery environment. It should help stave off the infection for enough time until back-up arrives.
“Let’s switch forms this time.” He suggested. If he took more control he’d be able to help fight the infection off better. “Flight mode ON!”
A chase begun. You and Blue flew at a breakneck speed, leading the ship and birds away from any nearby cities and Green. While fused, you could feel what Blue felt. Anxiety, fear. Perhaps this was how the team worked together properly. It was hard not to empathize when these emotions were shoved in your face.
You release one of your hands from your interface and place it on his shoulders.
You feel a sudden wave of warmth. Calm.
“You forgot the boosters.” You advised, hoping to jog his memory a little in this moment of extreme pressure and stakes.
He fumbled, causing your fused sentinels to dip for a moment, but was able to activate the booster in time. Creating a workable distance
“Shit, we’re heading straight into a city.”
Panic returns to your senses once more. You release your hold over his shoulder. With a smile, an idea popped into your head and you take over.
“Perfect, I got this.”
You shove the hand you used to comfort him back into the sludge and take control. The whole cockpit turned pink with swirling black tendrils.
The enemy followed you as you passed a bridge leading into a city.
“What are you doing?! You’re going to get people killed!” Blue attempted to override your command but found himself unable to.
You try to keep the sentinel above most of the building as to avoid making the alien ship collide and cause unnecessary casualties.
You soon reach the center where a monstrous skyscraper stood. You figured out from watching other members use flight mode that it was based off of the distance from underneath the suit to its main hull. As such, if you went up close to scale the wall of such a tall building . . .
【 TARGET LOCKED 】
The system prompted you and Blue as your soared through the skies and above the aliens.
You waste no time and shoot. A beam of electricity, water, and . . . shadow? releases — piercing straight through the tar like material. You made sure to destroy the wings of the birds and the flight mechanisms of the ship.
And as an extra assurance you fly back down, switch modes once more, and use the suit to stomp on their soon-to-be corpses.
As you float back down to check, you spot an aura of shadowy wisps clinging unto the wreckage. It seemed to be minimizing the damage surrounding the area via changing the material’s weight.
“Black. Thank you for the assist.”
Black Ranger: Noir. Close friends with the White Ranger. They looked nothing alike, acted nothing alike, and you never saw them even speak to one another. But they worked in terrifying efficiency together — scout missions — and as such were assigned into a sub-unit that rarely ever crossed paths with the main ESU.
Red was watching over you.
Your body tensed in the suit.
“No problem.” Black muttered. He was a man of few words. Rarely ever seen. You don’t think he even wants to be.
“We should go check on Green”
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【 MEMORY UNLOCKED 】
Accessing files . . .
“My name is [ REDACTED ]. It’s a pleasure to join your team!”
Your introduction was fine you think. Jasper told you not to make it too long as the team was usually chasing time enough as it is. You even added a bow at the end, in both the Lunar and Solar Kingdom’s variation as to show your respect and admiration for the team.
“I can’t believe this. Another one? Green is already a pain in the ass.” Yellow reacted first. You flinched at his reaction, which made his demeanor soften for a brief moment before it returned to its domineering self.
“Yellow.” Red glared at him, this time semi-permanently making Yellow sink into himself. “Welcome to the team, brother.”
Blue does not respond nor look at your direction. A grim expression painted his pretty features.
“Guess I’m not the only newbie anymore! What should I call ya?” Green vibrantly beamed. Poking your cheeks as he munched on a bag of cheese puffs. No doubt making the dust stick to your face with his saliva.
“P-Pink would be fine.”
“Pinkie it is!” Green laughed letting go of his snack and hugging you tightly.
Your hands slowly, inch by inch, raised hug him back.
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“Your vital signs are all fine.” You mused as you put down sphygmomanometer.
“Thanks for your concern, Pinkie.”
You shook your head. There was no concern here. “No problem. We simply can’t lose our healer. That would be a dire situation.”
“Pffft— I’ll be up and about after a day no problem.” He waved his hands. Well, a hand. His other one was broken and almost completely detached from his body when you busted him out of his sentinel. He was able to heal it enough to somewhat move it safely, but otherwise it was unusable.
“ . . . Red is considering taking you off the team.”
“. . . What . . ?”
“He says you’re too much of a liability. Your conduct and lack of cooperation that is.”
“Lack of cooperation my ass.” Green sat up and straightened his back with a grunt. “What do you get by telling me this? I’m guessing you aren’t supposed to?”
“If he’s kicking you out I’m coming down with.”
“Pinkie . . . “
“You’re a valuable member to the team.”
“Hey, do you . . . do you have a name I can call you by? Your actual one I mean.” Green leaned his forehead against yours.
He peered into your eyes. The once pink color had now slowly faded into black with swirls of purple.
What was he asking? He knew your name.
And then you realized.
“. . . I don’t have one.”
“Then I guess I’m stuck with calling you Pinkie?” He smiled holding your cheek. Sluggishly his face tilted moved closer to yours —
“Get your hands off of him!” A whiny voice resounded throughout the medbay’s room.
“Augh, your highness. Can’t you see I’m having a moment with your ex?”
Dazed you pushed the Ranger away from you and left the room, bumping shoulders with Blue.
You were able to get quite a distance away and were about to take a long sigh in relief. You were too exhausted for the other member’s antics and drama.
“[Y/N]—!” Blue panted. It seemed that he ran after you. In any case, he yanked you by the wrist to face him. “I- I’m . . . I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
“That we used to be—“
“In a relationship? I knew. White told me.”
“That bastard—“
“May you let go of me? I have another check up.” You raised your wrist and his hand, shaking it a little.
“No!” He shouted. You gave him a shocked look which led to him lowering his voice and talking in a nervous, timid manner. “L-look, we can make this work. Alright? I don’t want us to just — end up like this.”
You do not sugarcoat your words and simply spoke “Blue. To me you’re a stranger.”
You continue even after he flinched at your words. “I don’t know you. Coupled with the fact that you purposely hid something as big as that makes your reliability questionable at best.”
You watched as his face morphed into sadness, then grief,
“I’ll make the judgment when my memories come back. Until then . . . It’s a no.”
and lastly, anger.
“No? No! Do you think you can say no to me?” He squeezed your wrist and you hear bones crack.“I’m the goddamn crown prince of the Lunar Empire! I get what I want and—“
“And you need to get off your high horses.” You halted him from his spiel. “We’re all equal here. As rangers. As defenders of humanity. Only Red has the right to be ordering the rest. You’re the prince aren’t you? Go find another potential mistress. I’m not doing this to Yellow.”
“But I . . .” Blue’s tone finally went back to it’s more quiet and tolerable version. “I need you.”
You feel Blue’s hold slacken and immediately took the moment to pull your hand away.
“You disgust me.” And you walked off.
You heard him falling to his knees as he cried. Yet you do not look back.
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The control room wasn’t a place many team members went to. It was implicitly known that it was Red and his most trusted entourage’s domain.
You weren’t a part of that group. Not even from the memories you’ve slowly started to gain.
But this matter was of utmost importance.
“I’d like to be taken off the team.” You said as the doors slid open. A robotic greeting could be heard in the background, signaling your entrance.
From your rare visits, it was mostly where Red and White would plan out patrols and store their information about the invading forces. The place remained unchanged. Most likely due to Green’s lack of interference in the decor, and overall organization.
“If this is about Green, then don’t worry. I’ve changed my—”
“It’s about Blue.”
Red looked more alert. His head flicked from the various screens inside the room to your direction. Finally looking at you directly. “I told you two that a relationship would be detrimental to the future of the squad. But none of you ever listen. See what happens?”
Beside him, Ranger White: Blanc, mumbled yet it was audible enough to be heard by you from across the room. “Let’s be frank here, Red. You said that because you were jealous.”
“White—?“
You didn’t know Red could even be flustered. He always seemed so level-headed, so dangerously focused on the task of eliminating the invaders that anything aside from a stoic look on his face looked . . . well . . . out of place.
“Red. It’s easy to see your favoritism.” Unlike him, White’s eyes do not leave the screens. The man’s void like eyes were trained unto the replay of the fight you just had.
“Aren’t we . . . siblings ?” You questioned. You weren’t unaware of his feelings. But you always viewed it as a over-protective if not suspicious brotherly act. Thinking of it otherwise . . . vile.
“Oh honey, you two aren’t completely blood related remember?” White swiped to another angle of the battle. “At least that’s what Red keeps reminding himself in order to lessen the guilt he feels lusting over you.”
“But — “
And then he suddenly looked at you.
Void meeting tar.
“Much less now that you’re hosting an alien parasite.
Fear. It was such a human concept. The way your heart thrashes within the confines of its boney cage. The way your mind goes blank. The way your instincts take over and all you could do is either fight, run or freeze.
You chose silence. Cursing this human shell for glueing your mouth shut and feet to the floor.
“What are you talking about?” Red gripped White’s clothes. A jacket you’ve often seen him wear that completely engulfed his body.
Completely unbothered by Red’s actions, White continued, “I was wondering why you weren’t able to get your suit activated at first. But suddenly you’re able to control it with ease. Better than you were able to from before actually.”
He then brings up a tablet of your previously brutalized state. Ooze of black, violet and magenta coming from every orifice and wound. Your bones mangled in a way that seemed almost uncanny. Viscera from all sorts of organs on display. If you were anything but an ESU member you’d been twice dead. You feel your . . . this body’s stomach reel at the way it was treated.
“Green wasn’t able to heal you either, you had to ‘recover’ the old fashion way. I bet he knows too.”
You know of that memory. Green was all over you that day. He was a sobbing mess. He was always trying to help you recover, until you gained consciousness he spent countless nights without sleep or much sustenance just trying to figure out why he couldn’t help.
Zelenka. He was one human you’ll spare to move unto to the next phase of your plan. Such selflessness and kindness deserve recognition after all.
But back to the matter at hand.
“That the original pink ranger is dead and only a gooey parasite in the brain remains.”
Red released his hold on White, turning to you in a flash, and in a gentle manner he laid his hands atop your shoulder.
“[Y/N], tell me this isn’t true.” His red eyes were overflowing with grief, held back by a single, cracking dam. You shivered internally at its uncanny look. His face devoid of emotion suited him far better. “You know I’ll only believe in you. Whatever you say, I will follow.”
You looked down, mustering all the tears you could squeeze out of your vessel’s eyes.
“He’s lying, brother — no — Jasper. I’m alive. I’m right here in front of you.”
“Yes. Yes, you’re right.” Jasper placed his head right atop your chest, “I can hear your heart beating. You’re still alive.”
“Red? Are you listening to yourself? Of course your brother looks and sounds alive. A parasite is puppeting his body, forcing his heart to beat, his eyes to blink, his limbs to move. But he’s dead.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Noir?
Black approached from the shadows. Without his suit you can finally see his handsome face. Dark skin and hair like the night sky, and white eyes that lacked pupils.
“You can’t be serious. . .”
“Dead or alive. At least [Y/N]’s body is here with us. Don’t you see it, Blanc? God has given us the opportunity to be with him again.” Black’s face was smeared with an expression akin to religious ecstasy. A fervor so unlike him that it gave you a whiplash harder than Red’s sudden change.
“Are you going to take that opportunity away from me Blanc?” Black’s hand reached to carress White’s pale features.
And with those words White visibly turned docile. “No. No, of course not.”
“Good.” Black planted a kiss atop White’s hair and forehead. “Now what was this about you leaving the team, [Y/N]?”
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[ PRESENT TIME ]
Humanity was far from salvation. As such, your kind, the so-called ‘Alien Race’ were sent to end their suffering.
In a world where billions of their currency went into glorified missile measuring contests, you were there to reset them back to zero. To their naive, infantile, god fearing state.
“Your Majesty. The carriage to the Lunar Kingdom has arrived. The mission in the Northern Front was successful. Reinforcements will arrive in due time.”
Planting yourself into the world was an easy feat. Although you missed your designated target and occupied a much weaker vessel than you intended to, it ended up being a boon. It barely took a decade before you wiped out humanity’s biggest defenders from their main planet. Only a few more left standing.
You stared up into the heavens. The moon and sun’s destined reunion shall signal a start of a new age and you were its herald. Smoke billowed and obscured part of the sky, but the celestial bodies’ light still remained visible in the sky.
“Good.”
You arose from your throne of corpses. You felt no guilt, not an ounce of remorse for the genocide of billions. You knew this was for their own good. Besides, you have done this several times before. In the end, humanity would thank you, even see you as the deity you served. Not that you would want that. You were to loyal to Them after all.
“Let us break down Humanity back to its roots.”
You took your seat upon the helm of your army’s main commanding vessel. A large rose-like entity that covered at least a few cities below.
“Praise be to the Divine.”
“Praise be to the Divine.”
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©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I feel like this was just a glimpse into what this part of the HNSverse was like so I’ll be glad to make this into a holiday tradition instead of a one-parter if this post is successful.
And yes the romance/elements between the members is a Genshin reference.
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lemon69lol · 7 months
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Ok. so.
Here’s my Jane Doe isn’t real theory<3
Apologies in advance because this is all over the place
First and foremost:
Karnak read the entire choir's hopes, thoughts, and dreams. The man knew everything about them down to their deepest secrets and you're saying that none of them even so much as had a passing thought about this “last-minute addition to the choir”?
You know Ocean's micromanaging ass would be all over that.
Plus Jane is nowhere to be seen in Fall Fair Suit, You’d think at the very least theird be a gap in the choreography where the 6th member of the choir should be but no.
So then how did “Jane Doe” come about?
I think there was a misprint in the newspaper. We already saw in the 2016 Chicago production that there was a misprint in the way that she was blotched out of the photo, so who’s to say it wasn’t supposed to originally just read “our 5 saints' “.
So now imagine you're in a small town that just went through a horrible tragedy and now the papers are telling you that it was actually 6 children who died. Not the 5 you knew. So who was this 6th kid? How did nobody know about them? And why are you only now hearing about them? Naturally, people are going to start to speculate and make up rumors
(Her story literary sounds like an urban legend your bother tells you to scare the shit out of you before you co to the fair)
Nobody was able to identify her because she was decapitated (how tf do you not find a whole ass head). No parents stepped forward to say their kid was missing or to claim the body. And the only person who would've known for certain, Father Markus, died of a heart attack 7 hr after the fact.
There are even inconsistencies in it. Karnak says himself “Some say she joined the choir at the last minute, others say she was never even in the choir at all”.
I think Karnak continued to read people's fortunes and learned about the rumor of a Jane Doe through them and just assumed they were true. Karnak probably assumed he just didn’t read this mystery 6th kid fortune and that's why he didn't know about her.
Flash forward to when Karnak's bringing the choir into temporary limbo. He gets the main 5s souls easily enough but the 6th? How do you bring back the soul of a girl that doesn't exist? You can’t, but you can unknowingly bring back some weird ass creature that’s been chilling around the carnival.
And so Karnak unknowingly created a Jane Doe, gave it a body in a stcassinas uniform, without a proper head that she had to substitute with a doll's head, Scripted her story and song based off of the little he knew, and bam. We got our Jane Doe, a girl with no clue what’s going on besides what Karnak scripted with a bunch of kids she doesn't know, and is left to figure out what’s going on right along with us.
Right off the bat the choir knows somethings wrong with their “mystery contestant” to the point that ocean straight up calls her a freaky monster and refers to her a a “thing”
She has the head of the doll( obviously), and she moves and walks like she’s never been in a body before. Her voice has an echo/ sounds almost disconnected from her body. And she flies around in her song and in the ESU production she even just straight up had a moment of telekinesis.
Meanwhile, The wildest thing about the choir is that Ricky can speak/ his disabilities are lessened
Tldr the choir accidentally chose some creature to be brought to life as some weird teenager named Penny lamb
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localwebslingers · 2 months
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@inhcritance continued from {X}
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It was that time of night where everyone was supposed to be asleep unless they worked overnight or were hitting one of the many clubs or bars around town. Maybe in college pulling an all-nighter before a test but most people would be sleeping. So of course, Peter wasn't, and of course, this was the night where he had no chance of making it back to campus. He'd tried to, which was immediately deemed a bad idea. Trying to push through made it worse and he nearly blacked out mid-swing before pulling himself up onto a roof and tucking himself somewhere out of sight.
He called Harry as soon as he knew he was at least safe, "I...I don' know where I am..." he admitted, breathing strained and his vision kept going in and out. With a bit of effort he managed to send where his current location was from his phone, but even looking at the map of the city he grew up in and fought for, Peter had no idea where he was in it. Which was a really bad sign for him, so was the fact that his words kept slurring, "...'nd my head really hurts."
A lot of him hurt. Bruises were forming under his suit, he had blood caked onto his suit by his shoulder and Peter was pretty sure he had a limp but had no memory of why he did.
Peter made a sound of confirmation and swallowed a wave of nausea before managing to speak again, "Sorry....if I woke you up. 'm on the roof, didn' know who else to call." he didn't even know how close he was to ESU in general terms. It was dark, the moon made weird shadows everywhere, and the tingle of warning in his head felt like it was warning that everything, everything, was a possible threat and risk. Jumbling and blending with his other senses into a mess that was only making his head hurt worse, "...time is it?"
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seek--rest · 4 months
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Your ideal SM4 plot. Go!
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I have thought about this so much and it might change again in 6 months but as of December 2023:
spider-man swing sequence babey. I want us in media res of a car chase, of swinging around with a hot dog, of kids cheering and a guy yelling
I want us seeing Peter /in his element/ as a parallel to the end of NWH with his shiny ass suit but in the day time. He is spider-man. He is living. He is thriving.
He comes home to shitty apartment. EVEN BETTER if it’s the same shitty apartment. Some time has passed. Maybe a year? Background has ESU brochures, the place is no less shitty but more filled out. Peter had made it a home™️
Eating noodles from the fridge like the trash he is, turning on his shitty tv and what does he see???? Fisk. Running for Mayor.
Special cameos: Black Cat Felicia, who he’s already done the horizontal tango with. There’s chemistry. There’s vibes. Knowing the MCU, this would end up being downgraded into just barely meeting her but in MY movie, they’re established off screen.
Daredevil cameo. Flingy bois fight together. Plot of SM4 ties in with Daredevil Born Again.
Peter is smart. Peter is capable. Peter figures shit out and then mid way through the movie it happens: he sees her.
MJ (and Ned if Jacob Batalon gets over himself) are back in the city. Why? Who knows. Peter doesn’t that’s for sure and that’s what trips him up.
Maybe almost gets hurt / gets hurt because he’s distracted. Gets patched up, preferably by Felicia, reminding him that he stayed away for a reason.
Grounded moment volunteering with FEAST. BIG May Parker’s enduring legacy vibes. But oh no. Fisk,,,, is on the move.
Fight punch kachow. You know the drill.
Peter swings off and he did it and the mystery of MJ is unknown but. He will live to see another day.
I would SCREAM if it ends with Flash as the end of the movie stinger, he is the one who has the “oh shit” Peter is Spider-Man moment. But if it’s MJ, I won’t complain.
@ Feige hmu let me ruin a franchise I got ideas.
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counterklock · 6 months
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SWINGTEMBER: Day 0.5 - Character Sheet
So I intended to participate in Swingtember proper but between life bludgeoning me to death and my creative muse flitting in and out of existence, I am swinging in six years late with Tim Hortons with my submissions! This is a (faux) reference sheet for my Spidersona, Pidge Tremblay, otherwise known as Orbweaver: The Arcane Arachnid. Pidge is a 25 year old grad student from Canada who, in the span of about a month, moved across the continent to New York to attend ESU, was bitten by a radioactive spider, and had previously dormant magical powers surge to life. Between her schoolwork, day job as a research assistant, sorcery lessons from the Ancient One, and her nightly duties as the newest Spider-person of New York (Earth-1937), she is kept very, very busy and tired. you guys she's so tired. give an enby a break she's doin her best #LetPidgeNap2k23 Pidge was created and rendered in Sims 4. Her suit is a complete re-texture of @aralenorimaki01's Spider Gwen suit V2. Her symbol was shamelessly yoinked from one of the Across The Spider-verse background character reference sheets and her suit design is vaguely inspired by Spider-Gwen, MCU Spider-man, and PS4 Spider-man. A big shout-out to @someone-elsa for their Spider-man suits, and to @makesims for their recolors of the above - I majorly referenced the layouts of each of your textures when designing Orbweaver's suit <3
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esuemmanuel · 11 months
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Y no, amarme no se trata de darme lo que me convenga, ni de tratarme como yo deseo, mucho menos de que se finja ser algo que no se es para “quedar bien” conmigo. Nada hay más lejos de esto. Amarme es aceptarme como soy, es proveerme de calma, es ofrecerme confianza, seguridad, cariño, comprensión, compasión y, lo más importante, transparencia, porque mi alma y mi ser merecen ser tratados como lo más sagrado, así tan sagrado como lo eres tú, y en esta sacritud mutua, lo más que puede haber de mundano es el capricho del corazón, el mismo que busca ser remanso de vida para el ser amado y no una espina venenosa en busca de una absurda expiación.
— Esu Emmanuel©️, And no, loving me is not about giving me what suits me, nor about treating me as I wish, much less about pretending to be something you are not in order to "look good" to me. Nothing could be further from this. To love me is to accept me as I am, to provide me with calm, to offer me trust, security, affection, understanding, compassion and, most importantly, transparency, because my soul and my being deserve to be treated as the most sacred thing, as sacred as you are, and in this mutual sacredness, the most mundane thing that can exist is the whim of the heart, the same that seeks to be a haven of life for the loved one and not a poisonous thorn in search of an absurd atonement.
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(There was a moment, when Harley was changing Peter’s bandages and checking him over, where he had gone stock still, frozen. There was a frown on his face, more of a grimace, really, and something strained and sad and angry in his eyes. Peter had given him a silent, questioning look, and Harley had responded with a soft sigh before trailing his fingertips over the expanse of one of Peter’s scars. One of his many scars, all etched into his skin like tally marks of mistakes, of injuries, of fights. “Where did this one come from?” he had asked.
Peter didn’t have to look before answering, “I don’t really remember.” There’s too many to keep track. Every single injury he’s gotten since the fight at the Statue of Liberty, since he stopped being able to satisfy his metabolism the way it wants to be, has left it’s mark. Only recently, when his friends started filling his kitchen with groceries for him, did his injuries start to heal similarly to how they did before. There’s still a mark, but they’re next to invisible now.
But the scars haven’t gone away, even with his healing more sufficiently fed.
He’s pretty sure they’re never going to leave.
Harley had moved his hand over until he could trace over another scar, this one longer, larger, stretching from his left hip, over his ribs, coming to a stop near the center of his chest. Peter stared down at it–couldn’t help but to admire Harley’s hand resting so softly on him, touch gentle and warm, his skin a bit tanner than Peter’s paper pale complexion. “What about this one?”
Peter almost replied the same–was about to give a little shrug and murmur, I don’t know–when his brain picks up speed and recognizes this specific scar. It was one of his first injuries, after everything fell apart. A couple months into living in his apartment, getting used to being alone, he had gone on patrol in his new (at the time, of course) suit. It was when he was still just planning to get his GED but wasn’t sure when he’d have the time for it, before he decided that ESU might be worth his time, before his first late night visit at the Late Night Latte where he had met Harley for the first time.
The scar that Harley was asking about, the scar that he was still lightly tracing over despite Peter momentarily becoming lost in thought, was one he actually remembered. “It was, uh… a knife.”
A crease formed between Harley’s brows. “When?”
“Not long after I ended up by myself,” Peter said. “Like, two and a half months or so. My healing was already taking a hit because I couldn’t afford to eat much and I didn’t really have an appetite, so this is, um–it’s actually the first one, I think. The first time it left a scar. And it was the first time I ever had to do stitches on myself, which was… fun.”
Harley’s thumb skimmed over the raised skin. “I’m never letting you skip a meal again.”
Peter snorted, and it made Harley smile, though it didn’t sound like he was joking.)
scars and sentimentality and trust and tension
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wallcrawld · 9 months
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MUSE'S INVENTORY. [ original meme from @treasurechestrpmemes​. ]
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rules: list what your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their everyday life. ( optional: explain their significance .) repost, don’t reblog.
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POCKETS.
mets keychain — having grown up going to baseball games every year with his uncle ben, pete is a lifelong mets fan. he keeps all of his keys on a mets keychain which may or may not have a spider-man charm on it as well
earbuds — peter still has the earbuds with a cord attached, he likes the security of having them actually be attached to something as he struggles to trust bluetooth ones to stay in his big ears
gum wrappers/straw wrappers/assorted trash - as an official member of the online group 'new yorkers against littering', peter usually has some kind of small piece of trash stuffed into his pockets that he told himself he'd throw away when he saw a trash can and then promptly forgot about
student i.d. — for empire state university ( ESU ). it's used to get into labs/buildings after hours
wallet — thin leather brown wallet. he keeps an old photo of him, may, and ben in it. never enough cash in it. he has an "official spider-man fan club member" card hidden deep within it
daily bugle key fob — programmed it himself. after getting tired of having to get someone let him into the upstairs offices of the building every single time he wanted to drop photos off ( because jonah refused to give him one as he "wasn't a full-time employee" ), peter made one. he got some grief for it but it became pretty evident real quick that it was saving everyone a lot of hassle
bobby pins — with great power comes great responsibility and sometimes, a great need to get through a locked door without breaking it down. he's picked up the skill of how to lock pick after years of watching thieves and with a little bit of advice from none other than black cat. these have been a point of contention in his romantic relationships when discovered as, traditionally, there doesn't appear to be a reason for him to need them. he's used the explanation that they work great to unscrew the panels of his camera when he's without any real tools, which is true, just not the full truth
spider-tracers — a must-have for patrol. small electronic tracers in the shape of a spider that peter can use to track objects, people, or anything else
BAG.
peter has a backpack problem and by that i mean that he can not hold onto a backpack for very long. he goes through them frequently as they often get dropped and left in various places around the city, nowhere to be found when he goes back for them. he does, however, tend to go for the same style. it's almost always a medium-sized dusty red backpack and every time, without fail, it ends up scratched and a little busted. he keeps little pins and stickers on it, some pertaining to his interests ( science puns + star wars references ) while others are for causes that he supports. if he's on patrol and not wearing his backpack, he'll usually make himself one out of webbing.
camera — originally this is a canon ftb which is a 35mm film camera ! peter loves the look of film and the amount of control that comes with it but while it's great for photography in a slow, controlled environment, it doesn't quite get the job done when it comes to selling action shots of spidey. after saving up for months, he ends up splurging on a used nikon d500 which he cleans up so that it's in perfect condition. it sets his bank account back enough that he's pretty much on a "rice and beans only" diet for a hot minute but it's totally worth it
backup web shooters — if there's anything he's learned in his time hero-ing, it's that gear fails and breaks, usually when you need it most. he keeps an older, spare set of web shooters in his backpack at all times
spidey suit — if he's not wearing it, he's still got it with him. it's rare that peter goes anywhere without the spider-man suit as it's always when he least expects it that he needs it most
change of clothes — this one is only if he's actively on patrol. he'll stuff a change of clothes into his bag in the event that he needs to de-spidey quickly for any reason, usually this is just the clothes he was wearing over the suit before he changed
physics textbook + science journals — reading material ! peter's been subscribed to the american science journal for as long as he can remember, he's always got the latest issue on him. he keeps a textbook or two on him for uni work, forever trying to find the time to cram his homework into his schedule
steam deck — yet another item in the line of purchases that put him on a rice and beans only diet, peter eventually upgrades his psp to a steam deck which he'll play on patrol, in between crimes
handheld police scanner — can't fight crime if you don't know where the crime's at ! his phone is also programmed with an app that works in the same way, but it's always good to have a backup
snacks — a constantly rotating supply of chips, treats, and goodies for on the go. his diet is relatively terrible but if he wants to feel healthy he'll reach for the trail mix. sometimes he carries around canned food to donate or give away to displaced people in need of it.
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ewzzy · 11 months
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Meet Debra Whitman, secretary at ESU and a long forgotten but long term love interest of Peter Parker. She gets treated worse by Spider-Man than anyone else in his supporting cast. I'm doing 5 long posts to catalogue her whole history because she deserves it.
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Deb is sensitive and insecure. She doesn't have a lot of support in her life and needs someone to be there for her. Too bad Pete has immediately run off to put out a fire. This is going to be a trend.
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That's what second chances are for! Except that date doesn't happen.
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Okay, but they do go to Wesner's Pub and... it goes nowhere. Deb clearly has feelings for Pete, but he's not over Gwen and isn't really thinking about Deb's feelings.
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Debra Whitman's heart is broken when Pete brushes her off.
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It goes on this way for a while with missed connections. Deb introduces Madame Web to the series. She's there when Pete's giant stuffed bear dog thing catches fire. She's a series regular.
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Then there's this whole story where Pete blows off Deb's fear for her Uncle's safety. You look at these panels and assume the next one is him suiting up to investigate as Spidey but nope he fully ignore her plea.
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Like for real he takes multiple issues to do the very basic thing she asked and even then it's only because the Sub-Mariner made him stumble across it. Not looking the other way is your whole thing Pete!
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But hey he does get his act together eventually. Then he involves Deb in a scheme at the Bugle but instantly skips out on her. Dang it Pete! Think of her feelings FOR ONCE!
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So it's time for the big Debra Whitman Story of her first act. She's been a bit player for over a year and it's high time we got a story centered on her.
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It starts with Pete calling her in the middle of the night to ask her to be his date when he meet's Aunt May's new boyfriend so he can look good in front of him. Again, not thinking about her at all.
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Because this is still a Spider-Man book the evening is interrupted by aliens. Pete is taken hostage and then Deb is too.
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That's when Deb discovers it's not really aliens but Mysterio. She manages to shatter his glass dome and escape.
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That of course gives Spidey the advantage and he saves the day.
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That's it for part 1. Pete is a huge jerk but things are normal for now. In part 2 things get serious with our two lovebirds.
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valeskafics · 1 year
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BEL MY HOTD BESTIE also my co-Andrew simp:
Adult TASM! Peter aka our wonderful Andrew, accompanying his lovely wife to her HS graduation reunion. She went from ugly duckling to gorgeous swan (y'know this trope) and I was thinking of those pics in that tumblr post I sent you wincjdjsnsiiwbshshwhw imagine it
Also imagine adult peter with tiny kids toddlers children AHHHHHH
WE LOVE ANDREW BESTIE LSDKGJSKLDGJSDGA UNDER THE CUT MY DARLING (ok kids with Peter???? MY HEART!!!!!)
-you've been dreading your high school reunion ever since you got the email about it
-you didn't attend midtown with Peter, you went to a regular high school and rather, you met him while you were both attending ESU
-college is where you found yourself and really came into your own, so Peter doesn't know the full extent of how awful high school was for you
-he's told you about how terrible it was for him, but his former bully, flash, was actually very pleasant at his reunion, the two even exchanging numbers and saying they'd grab a couple of beers sometime
-you know you look nothing like you did in high school, and the thought of having your former classmates see you as you are now? gorgeous, successful and settled in your career, with a handsome husband and two amazing kids? it should make you happy, but you still have reservations about it
-your mom has agreed to watch little Mary and ben for the evening so you and Peter can go and enjoy the festivities. enjoy? yeah right
-Peter comes up to you, pulling you into his arms, his eyes lit up in amazement as he looks at you, "baby, you look... wow"
-but Peter looks pretty damn "wow" in his suit too, you can't take your eyes off of him
-"thanks, Pete" you smile, taking him by the hand, "let's get this over with so we can get get home and I can get you out of that suit"
-he snickers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "promises, promises"
-when you arrive at the gate of your former school, Peter notices your hesitance and assures you he won't judge you if you want to skip the event, you shake your head and say that you need to put this behind you, he squeezes your hand and assures you that he'll be with you every step of the way
-when you enter the gym and check in, you recognize a girl, carrie, who used to be the most popular girl in your entire school, checking people in
-she still has that air of self importance around her, you note
-"I'm assuming that's carrie?" Peter asks you, making you laugh
-she's alerted to your presence by the sound of your laugh and walks over to you and Peter, but her eyes are only on Peter, "I don't remember anyone as handsome as you attending-"
-"I didn't" he cuts her off, "my gorgeous wife y/n is the alumni here"
-she stares at you in shock, "no way"
-"hello carrie" you smirk, "we'd like to check in"
-when you and Peter are announced, you walk in with your head held high, his arm around your waist
-you see all the kids who ever picked on you, staring up at you in awe as your many accomplishments in your field are announced on the screen where everyone is introduced, plus a family picture of you, Peter, and the kids in the Bahamas ("you look super hot in this one, babe" Peter had said, "go big or go home!")
-when you get home that night, you show Peter a picture of you in high school, your most awkward phase
-he smiles at you and says "nah, I think I would've fallen in love with that version of you too. look at those pretty eyes. look at that smile"
-you don't think you've ever loved him more than you do in that moment
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No Strings Ch 12
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Warnings: Mentions of work hostage-ish situation. Blood, angst? Feels.
It had been another month, the summer in New York making you thankful for the warmer weather. Rafael had slowly been leaving more things at your apartment, spending more and more time there, and that, you were definitely okay with. 
Then it happened, you were the last one in the office when a domestic violence call came in, a quick text to Carisi with details and you headed out. A squad car was already parked out front when you arrived, so without thinking, you entered the brownstone, announcing that it was NYPD. You hadn’t expected to find a gun pointed at you, and you certainly hadn’t expected to have to give up your own. You tried your best to talk the perp out of it, of letting everyone just walk out of there, your heart pounding in your chest as the gun turned towards you.
The uniformed officer had made a call in before entering the house, it wasn’t long until back up was there, including Olivia and Sonny. The minor details had been passed along, ESU was setting up, and the perp wasn’t backing down. Adrenaline was coursing through your body, keeping your senses heighten and on edge, working SVU had you shift to focussing on victims, shoving your instincts on situations like this to the back burner. Your brain was scrambling, trying to think clearly, while the uni was talking, and all it could focus on was Rafael. You prayed this wouldn’t end as badly as it could. 
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Carisi had made the call, realizing that it was only fair to at least have Barba there when you came out, he hadn’t said anything, just gave him the address and to get there. 
“Anyone care to explain why you needed me out here before you even have a statement?” Rafael wasn’t impressed with being called halfway across town at the end of the day, especially on date night.
Olivia turned to him, a soft expression on her face, “We didn’t call you as the A.D.A…Y/N’s inside, perp was armed when she got there, she surrendered her weapon.” He went from annoyed to deeply concerned in a matter of seconds, feeling the colour draining from his face while trying to maintain composure, it had been nearly a year that you’d been involved, and he may have been holding back his emotions, he was absolutely terrified at the thought of something happening to you.
“You do have a plan to get her out of there safely?” Carisi could hear the ever so light shake in his voice.
“We’re workin’ on it.” An eye roll for a response, “Hey…she’s gonna be fine.”
“You don’t know that” Rafael muttered, Olivia gave him a sympathetic smile, squeezing his arm gently before turning back to the ESU team, figuring out their game plan.
Barely a moment had passed before shots rang out from inside, ESU, Liv and Sonny sprang into action and Rafael felt sick to his stomach, the bile piling in his throat as the scene unfolded in front of him, blood pounded in his ears. Officers were coming back out of the door, a woman with them, followed by the uni who’d been first on the scene. Trails of red speckled across their clothes. Raf could feel his eyes starting to swell with tears, doing everything he could to keep from running into the building himself. It was then that Liv came out, guiding a young boy over to his mother, behind her Carisi was at your side, a small girl in your arms, your shirt stained with blood. You looked shaky, frazzled, leaning on Carisi for support.
“Y/n!” He yelled, your face shot up, passing the girl off to Sonny, you quickly made your way over to him, “Oh my god.” He muttered quietly, reaching out for you.
“It’s not mine, I’m fine.” You shot out as soon as you were within ear shot, Barba made to pull you into him and you stopped him, “I’m covered in blood, I don’t wanna ruin your suit.”
Rafael laughed gently, “I don’t care.” He pulled you into the deepest hug you’d ever felt, you felt safe, you felt loved, you felt everything you hadn’t felt before. “All I care about right now is that you’re okay, that you’re alive Hermosa” Rafael stroked your hair gently with one hand as he pulled you tightly to him with the other, his heart still hammered in his chest, the thought of losing you was too much, you did your best to hold the tears in, the ones threatening to spill onto his chest.
After relaying your statements of what happened inside, talking with the people you needed to talk to, and a brief check up by a paramedic that Rafael insisted upon, Olivia sent you home. You were visibly shaken, sure, you faced dangerous situations pretty regularly, and were used to witnessing pretty horrible crimes, but it had been a while since you’d had a gun to your head. Squeezing Barba’s arm gently, you headed to the shower, being covered in someone else’s blood was never an ideal situation. The heat of the water streaming over you helped your body slowly relax as the crimson swirled down the drain, slowly scrubbing your body clean of the physical memories of the day. You took your time washing your hair and drying off while Rafael stewed in the kitchen, he’d poured himself a glass of scotch, not sure what else to even do at the moment. His head shot up when you padded back into the living room, clad in a pair of sweats and one of his old Harvard shirts, tears seemed to be swimming in your eyes.
“Drink?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, you shook your head,
“Just you please.” He shot over to the couch, sitting with his back against the arm, pulling you into his chest, he could feel the vibrations of your body as you tried to hold back the tears, snuggling deep into his embrace. You let out a shudder of a whisper into his neck, “I love you…” Rafael’s heart both soared and shattered at your admission, he knew it came from a place of truth, a place of trust, but also a place where you realized you might not have gotten the chance to ever say it. He placed a kiss to the top of your hair, squeezing his arms tighter around you.
“I love you too.” Your body relaxed at his reply, the tension slowly leaking out, knowing that you were safe, and you were right where you belonged.
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name: Peter Parker name meaning: for Peter, derived directly from Greek Πέτρος, Petros (an invented, masculine form of Greek petra, the word for "rock" or "stone"), which itself was a translation of Aramaic Kefa ("stone, rock"), the new name Jesus gave to apostle Simon Bar-Jona; for Parker, Parker is an English language unisex given name of Old English origin, meaning "park keeper", hence also an Old English occupational surname. someone who is protective and takes care of their environment alias/es: Spider-Man, Spidey, Wall-Crawler, menace, Petey, Tiger, Michelangelo, Slugger ethnicity: white one picture you like: too many of him in and out of costume for me to like, my compliments mostly to illustrators over the years who've done his suit(s), though Peter's civilian looks are not often done well by every artist, I admit.
three hcs you never told anyone:
That when he first donned the suit, and chased after Ben's murderer, he heavily contemplated taking the gun he pulled from the mugger's hand, and shooting him fatally with it. He did, however, bash him upside the head with it before swinging away once the cops caught the perp.
It was never a worry he had coming out to his aunt and uncle of his sexuality and gender concerns because he was always so sure either would accept him. Peter never did expect any fellow Midtown or ESU alums to be just as accepting, or even on similar journeys.
Peter's invented super-suits and XE (extreme environment) suits since having first worn the Iron Spider. Elements of the flexible interiors and the armors, including impact resistance in the Spider emblem portion and rib cage alignments of his regular suit have protected him from most threats of bullets, melees, or energy blasts (minus Electro, whose power can surge through fabric creases and still penitrate through weaker spots, like Peter's lenses, or anywhere below his waist).
three things your character likes doing in their free time:
Trying new foods - just because he's a broke mf, don't mean he isn't culturing himself.
Scenery photography (as a hobby) - he'll snap shots of a sky when it's pink on a spring evening, consensually picture people playing games or doing any form of public leisure in the park, just, things to remind him the science and the soul of the city, and the world around him, is worth fighting for.
Listen to music - there's never enough of reading he does after only diving his nose in books of physics, theories of the world and the cosmos, or even political texts; but he does get bored enough to want to listen to tunes, which often can be simplified messages and stories. He likes rock, alternative, jazz, hip-hop. A little of everything.
eight people your character likes / loves:
Aunt May-Reilly Parker - she's the main equilibrium of his soul. A woman with no children who stood up to plate as an active mother for him, poured her soul into costs for Peter's education and continued life in the wake of Richard and Mary Parker's estrangement/deaths. In his mind, the world belongs to her, and that's all the more reason for him to make it better, no matter how he does it.
Mary Jane Watson(-Parker) - MJ, for all intents and purposes, has been his cheerleader since before he was Spider-Man. Since before he would ever even begin to socialize with her. And she's been there through thick and thin with him, even at times when he felt he couldn't let her in.
Robbie Robertson - this man helped usher Pete into an internship and eventual career in the Bugle bullpen, albeit as just an investigative photojournalist. Jonah himself would've left Pete to scrounge for other work. And Peter once helped curb Robbie's son towards a better path in life as a return courtesy. Which really put Pete in both his and Jameson's good graces enough, along with his skills, to always have a place to return to for work when he needs it.
Johnny Storm - the Human Torch helped put Spider-Man in a better light for the city to appreciate him more. Jonathan's undying kindness outweighs his more childish tendencies, and Peter treasures his loyalty and charity enough to pay it back by helping him and the Fantastic Four on their missions.
Flash Thompson - the high school tormenter turned respectable war hero, Eugene 'Flash' Thompson was with Peter throughout grade school. They were old play pals, until sports called him and Peter turned to Chem lab kits. They've caught up under their vigilante guises, Flash donning the Venom symbiote as a Thunderbolt, Avenger, and Guardian of The Galaxy. And even as they know each other's identities now, Flash is nevertheless a tease to Peter as he is a fan of his. Spider-Man's *best* fan.
J. Jonah Jameson - for all he can judge about Jameson, he knows he's a man trying to do right by a deceased father, albeit often out of sync with the New York that's grown around and counteractive to his problematic world view. Jonah is a man in occasional mourning in a world nearly ignoring him, and as often, if not seldom, as Peter can, he tries to remind his boss that he's a good person; just in need of a reshapen perspective of the world around him.
Harry Osborn - in spite of their tensions, Peter loves him like family, and not-so-admittedly more than Norman. To him, he mourns whoever Norman could've been, but knows Harr can do better. That he doesn't live to make the family name any better a notoriety than it already has. But neither does he have to enact vengeance for losing his father or Norman's trust. He can live for himself.
Matt Murdock - to Peter, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen is the dark counter to his Spider-Man's white knight, but the blind lawyer has saved his life more times than Peter could even thank, or allow him, to. He's seemed to find his partnering equal in the superhero community through Matt, and a wealth of friends through him like Foggy and Ben Urich, to name a few.
two things your character regrets:
Not saving Ben Parker, Captain George Stacy, Gwen Stacy, and Officer Jeanne De'Wolf in time
Never starting his own lab company (I do not include Parker Industries nor anything surrounding the Superior run in my canon)
two phobias your character has:
Financial destitution
Death
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