//Hey everyone, sorry that I’ve been absent so long. I was feeling a little ill for a while but it escalated pretty quickly and I’m now in hospital recovering from surgery. Hopefully I can get back to rping when I get out, which should be in three days.

posted 2 months ago

Spider-Man: Blue

Spider-Man: Blue


Superior Spider Man #31


send me a ship and I’ll tell you who:

  • shops for groceries
  • kills the spiders
  • comes home drunk at 3am
  • makes breakfast
  • remembers to feed the fish
  • decorates the apartment
  • initiates duets
  • falls asleep first

also, just gonna put this out there: if we have a verse together, or just a really big thread that we’ve built a good story with, feel free to send me meme stuff any time. because i do adore writing long responses for those for my partners. even if they just stay as drabbles and you just like/reblog them and put them in the tag instead of answering them with a response.


Send “✆” for a morning text.
Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.
Send “☎” for a rushed text.
Send “⁇” for a drunk text.
Send “✿” for a suggestive text. 
Send “ø” for a late night text.
Send “✘” for a hateful text.


//It’s been almost two weeks since my last reply. I have good excuses but I won’t bore you with them. For anyone interested I hope to be back this weekend.

//I think I only have one reply to do, for thwippinghero. I’d like to get some new threads going though so like this for a starter.

//It’s been almost two weeks since my last reply. I have good excuses but I won’t bore you with them. For anyone interested I hope to be back this weekend.

The Spider in the Streets
by~ KIRKparrish

The Spider in the Streets

by~ KIRKparrish


        “Like I said, if this was easy, I’d have told you.” Was the best he could do to explain himself as his eyes, forlorn, watched her cross over to the window, which she was peeking through. 

        “Your dad didn’t know the secret. I don’t know what he would have thought if he did. He loved Spider-Man. I like to think he would have wanted me with you as part of the family. George Stacy was my friend.” Both in and out of the mask, Peter took comfort in knowing Captain Stacy was in his corner, pushing him onward. There was so much Peter wanted to tell the man, one thing being his secret, another being how much that support for Spider-Man meant to him, and the depth at which he loved his daughter. 


What he had said was true. Her father had always been a big supporter of Spider-Man’s. Gwen had thought for a while that it could’ve been that that had gotten him killed. The part of Gwen that mourned her father’s death found it much easier to blame Spider-Man than admit that she had, on a few occasions, considered her father’s death could’ve been an unfortuneate case of ‘wrong time, wrong place’. It helped her to move on if she was able to pin it on someone. But if that someone was Peter?

Her Peter was standing in front of her, risking all they had, and telling her that it hadn’t been him who had killed George. Could she ignore that, and keep believing in something that she had doubted indepentently?

It’s time to let go.

With that thought in her head, she took a few slow steps to Peter, arms going out to slip around his chest in a slightly shaky embrace, face turned to his shoulder and muttered “I believe you.”

Peter Parker had always been one of those names that had floated around Gwen’s early school years. She knew he was in the same grade as her and she could probably put the name to a face but she’d never really had cause to speak to him until third grade Science when they were put next to each other at the start of the year.

Gwen loved Science, even at the basic stages it was in then. She liked school in general but this was her favorite class. She sat down and turned to the boy sitting next to her who was quite small, with brown hair, and smiled.

"Hey, I’m Gwen. Peter, right?"

posted 4 months ago

Gwen exited the metro and took a left, starting the walk to Peter’s apartment that was a couple of blocks away. Spring was just starting so while it was warm enough to be without a jacket there was still a bite to the early eveing air that while pleasant meant she didn’t walk at an amble. She’d been fairly busy recently with assignments and labs at ESU and hadn’t seen as much of Peter as she liked to, so they’d arranged for a quiet night in at his place, just to relax together and catch up.

Gwen had guessed they’d probably be ordering food in, but had brought some brownies she’d baked earlier in the day and, as she rounded the corner before Peter’s apartment, stopped in at a convinience store to get some ice cream. She got to his door a minute later, checking her watch as she buzzed the bell to his apartment. A little early, but she figured he wouldn’t mind.