#Green Goblin IV

[revolutionaryjackelving]

Elving’s Musings Tumblr Roundup #10

Starting #2024 with a Stack of Old Asks on Tumblr.

(Detail from ASM#700 Festive Variant Cover by Marcos Martin)Previous Tumblr Roundups: (#1) (#2) (#3) (#4) (#5) (#6) (#7) (#8)(#9) My last Tumblr Roundup was January 2023. So let’s ring in the new year with a stack of old asks. I have explained my situation in my End of Year 2023 Post, so I won’t explain anything beyond that today. JUNE 01, 2023: Thoughts on the “Death” of Kamala…

[turrondeluxe]

Project Duende Verde

[greenmenace]

GUESS WHO'S BACK!

[emilynightshade89]

Willem Dafoe + text memes

The Trilogy: pt. 3

[spoonbf]

i love the idea of spider-man steve but can we talk abt spider-man eddie for a Moment☝️

like. Uncle wayne ??? Aunt may ????? hes poor, his parents are dead (probably) AND hes a creative little guy he could for Sure make a spidey suit And his own webs from scratch

[squids-comics]

Everyone knows the big three of New York: Spider-Man, the Green Goblin, and Crime Master. (They kill Crime Master off in the very next issue by the way)

[aowyn]

it is a good day when i can move a book from my giant pile of unread books back to the bookshelf

[that--unusual-person]

green time

[cloverisnonexistantbro]

You know what? Fuck you all

*Baldur’s your Gate*

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Imagine Miles telling Hobie about Noir and how he's so funny and harmless and silly and stuff

Then Hobie goes on a mission with Noir and is like heh I guess Miles was right

Until Noir pulls out a gun and starts bustin shots at the enemy like it's normal. Like that's what Spidermen do

Green Goblin start flying and Noirs like 'Ive got this one fellas' Hobie turns around and my mans standing there with a tommy gun like

[violetsgayhouse]

If you have a spider-sona, does that make Cami Poison Ivy? 8D (I can’t rly think of a plant chara that’s not necessary a “villain” but think a lot of modern takes has her still doing things for the environment so kinda like catwoman but slightly less selfish ahah (that said nothing with the hero x villain secretly dating tropes lol)

(Ah there is nature girl who has antler ears lol, I think it mentions that she becomes a villain at some point but from x men so the villains are nuanced and usually right like Magneto was lol)

CAMI IN SPIDER-KATS UNIVERSE I HADNT THOUGHT OF THAT...... i gotta learn more of the more prominent characters that are (mostly) consistent in a spider-persons universe to figure out her exact spot there but i like that a lot

[littleeggrock]

ive said it before and I'll says it again, jaiden is a fucking mastermind when it comes to manipulation. She may not be good by enigma solving standards, she's actually pretty good at pvp, but put her in a role playing setting and she will THRIVE as we all saw today.

Entertaining bad to see if she could get leverage, having a bit of an awful time getting spawn camped by him, leads bad over a thousand blocks away to "find" her body, agros a whale and dies, escaping to spawn, does ok for a bit, the gas comes in and she dies more, meets el q and allows herself to be spawn killed to put blue in last, gets camped and kidnapped by pierre, uses pity points to get mercy from him, gets taken to greens base, warns them of his plans, steals greens enchantment goblin guy right in front of both bad and Pierre, escapes, forms an alliance with green, loses the goblin but its alright, goes insane with the rest of BOLAS to end the night on a high note.

Tldr: she gaslit gatekept and girl bossed while playing the part of sacrificial lamb today and I respect the hell out of her for it

[greenmenace]

My motivation for finishing off this long week, thank god they exist! I really want to print this out and get it framed on my wall. 😂

[nycswebhead]

ive been told that what makes me so iconic is my enemies, like the green goblin, doctor octopus, and the cost of living

[emilynightshade89]

WIP Wednesday

(belated 😅)

I was tagged by the lovely @wretched-mischief   ! 🥰

Well here it is! A teeny tiny sneak peek at Seance AU CHAPTER 3: Forces Beyond Our World.  

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Norman walked closely nearer to Octavius. Taking small precautious steps as to carefully avoid the good Doctor’s strange merciful wrath. He manages to get close enough to kneel beside him and place a comforting hand on his shoulder. Swallowing nervously, Otto’s face is half illuminated by the burning fireplace as he turns to look at his friend. “You don’t question it?” he asked puzzled, “Any of it?” Norman offers a kind smile. “After all that you’ve seen of the spectacle that was me and my other half?” Norman shakes his head, “I believe everything you say. You’re a good man Otto Octavius, and I’d trust you with my life.” Otto smiles warmly. “Thank you, old friend.”  

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[shedobewritingalittle]

I Know The End

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary: She meets him. They fall in love. She dies, he mourns. The cycle continues.

Rating: R

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst, mildly graphic descriptions of death, grief, mentions of injury

In every universe, she dies.

It was a canon event-completely unstoppable if they wanted the multiverse to stay together.

Every Spider-Person knew this. Every time they saw a version of her at HQ, they knew not to get too attached. She'd disappear and another version would take its place, looking slightly different from the previous version of her, but her nonetheless.

In every universe, she also fell in love with Miguel O'Hara.

It was a canon event and Miguel had to just let it happen, no matter how much it hurt him.

Every time she'd swing into his life, he had to let the cards fall where they may, even if he knew exactly where they led to.

In one universe, she had a baby who looked just like the two of them. She balanced being a mom and being Spider-Woman almost effortlessly. Miguel, once again, was able to play dad, was able to pretend like this could be his life. He would spend the night in her universe, sleeping with her in the bed, helping her with the midnight diaper changes and three a.m. feedings. Hell, he had even thought about marrying her, wanting so bad to ignore the canon, wanting to find a way that he can have his cake and eat it too.

She had gotten impaled on some rebar after saving a kid from Green Goblin and the others had got there too late to do anything about it. Peter B. Parker had watched as Miguel lifted her off of it, her blood staining his suit. He could hear as his friend whispered something to her over and over in Spanish. Peter had kept his distance, knowing that Miguel needed this moment. Her daughter-the one that had his hair and her eyes-went to live with her mother's family in California.

In another, she was a nurse. She helped save lives off and on the clock. She would tend to the other Spider-People's wounds, stitching them up when needed, giving IV's and injections and millions other things. They had spent so many nights together in his room post-mission where she’d take care of him. Her lip drawn between her teeth as she carefully focused on her work. As soon as she was done, as soon as she came out of that almost trance-like state, his lips would be on her skin, wanting to repay her. Medical supplies would be tossed to the floor, injuries ignored.

She had gotten taken out by her universe's Doc Ock. Miguel had personally hunted him down after that, unable to control his rage. Peter B. and Hobie had to drag him off of the guy.

In one, she had been married to someone else, but that hadn't stopped the relationship from forming. She'd slip away from her universe and into Miguel's, and in between helping take down anomalies, she'd be in his bed. She had been sick the whole time and every time she used her powers she had gotten worse. They could all see it-the gradual decline even if she wouldn’t tell them outright, but Miguel knew. He wouldn't let her do missions anymore, but she still continued to be Spider-Woman in her universe. She died in her sleep beside the man she was married to, but not the one she loved. Miguel had attended the funeral, but had kept his distance. He had waited and watched as she had been buried. He had been the last one to leave the cemetery that day.

There were versions of her that were artists, models, chefs, actresses, teachers, but they were all her. And they all fell in love with him, one after another. No one could stop it, no one could prevent it. It was just fate.

She meets him. They fall in love. He mourns. And then the cycle continues.

The Y/N they had right now, she has lasted longer than all of the others. She had been with them for a few years now, which has felt like a lifetime compared to the time they got with the rest of them. That had only made them all uneasy. Every mission, every missed visit to HQ, they all thought that was going to be it, but then she'd show up, a smile on her face and jokes spilling out of her mouth without a second thought . Miguel was constantly checking in on her, which was something she teased him about.

"I guess you really do like me, eh bug boy?"

God, he did.

It was terrifying how attached to her he was, how his whole demeanor seemed to change as soon as she enters a room. His stoicism and broodiness completely melts away, no instead he gives her a version of himself that no one else sees (save for maybe Mayday-she's a baby, so how could he be a dick to her?). At first, Jess and Peter B. used to tease him about it, but as Y/N died over and over, the teasing came to an end. Now all they could offer was sad smiles when Miguel talked about her.

He was selfish-he wished he could keep her at HQ forever. Miguel wanted to ignore the canon and just hold onto her as long as he could, keeping her all to himself. Who cares if the multiverse falls apart? He’d have her, he’d have a life with her. That’s all he needed, isn’t it?

But he’d never go against the canon.

-

"I know, you know. How this ends. That we are doomed to repeat this over and over." She announces one right, moonlight-or at least what she thinks is moonlight-streaming in through the gaps of his curtains, his room smelling like the two of them-a mixture of her perfume, his cologne, sweat, and sex. Her finger absentmindedly traces a mark she’d had left on his skin moments ago. He sits up in bed, looking at her with wide eyes. His mind was racing. Had someone told her? Had he somehow let it slip? How did she know?

"Y-You do? Mierda. Why didn't you say anything?" He questions, his brows furrowed together. She shrugs, tucking an arm behind her head as she looks at him, as if it wasn't a big deal that she knew about her own coming demise.

"What's the point, cariño? I die, I come back, this starts all over again. Why spoil the time I get with you?" She responds, her eyes focused on him, "It's me and you, always."

"It's me and you, always."

She said it so nonchalantly, as if a piece of him doesn't die with every version of her that does. As if he doesn’t meticulously check for signs of the next version of her after she disappears from his life. As if it doesn’t feel like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders when she starts to don her black and pink Spider suit, because he knows he’ll be with her soon. He lets his eyes shut for a moment as her fingers trace a scar on his shoulder. He thinks about what he should say, about if he should be upset that she knew and didn't tell him. But it's Y/N, and he can't bring himself to be mad at her.

"How long have you known?" Miguel asks, his eyes opening and landing on her. In the moonlight, he could see that her neck and chest were littered with marks-bruising from sucking at her skin, angry red lines from where he had dragged his fangs against her, puncture marks from biting her. They had already started to heal, just like the matching marks on his skin had started to.

"I think we all know-at least I did. We get bits and pieces of it, of you mainly. Of a life with you. I think for the most part, we all think it's a dream-that you're just a hot guy in a dream and then we meet you." Y/N explains, her gaze turning soft as the corners of her mouth turn upward. He keeps himself from rolling his eyes at her little “hot” compliment, his mind still reeling.

The rest is left unsaid-the fact that she can see all the different ways she has met her end, how she knows how it feels to die. The feeling of falling on that rebar, the sickening snap of her neck, her being strangled by a Doc Ock’s tentacle, the crushing feeling of a building falling on top of her, choking on her own blood, the feeling of her organs spilling out-

Sometimes she’ll reach down and expect to feel metal sticking out of her, tearing her apart.

"And you're-You're okay with that?" Miguel's eyebrows are furrowed together as he looks at her. Her eyes were on him, but she wasn’t there, not fully. He wished he could take a peak inside of her mind, wanting-no, needing to know how much she could remember. He studies her face in the moonlight, trying to read her, trying to understand how she could be so…okay with all of this.

"I still get a forever with you, don't I? I still get to live a life with you, even if it's just bits and pieces." Her voice is soft as her smile starts to grow ever so slightly, "And I'd take that any day."

His lips are suddenly against hers once more, his hand cupping her cheek. She’s a little surprised, but returns it eagerly, her hand slipping into his locks, holding him to her. Y/N knows that Miguel isn’t good at expressing his feelings, that talking about his feelings is like pulling teeth for him. She also knows what the kiss means, what he wants to say. Each kiss, each bite, each thrust-she can decipher them all.

I wish we had more time.

I wish it wasn’t like this.

I want this, with you, forever.

This isn’t enough.

I can’t keep watching you die over and over.

I need you.

It’s me and you always.

-

This Y/N still meets her end, just like the dozens of others before her.

When she goes this time, she’s in his arms, crimson spilling out of her, covering both of them. She’s looking up at him, tears in her eyes from the pain as she gives him a small, pained smile.

“Don’t be sad, pendejo. I’ll see you again, yeah?” She says hoarsely, blood covering her lips. He leans forward, pressing his lips to her forehead. He stays there a moment, his eyes shut. When he pulls away, there’s tears streaming down her face, but she is still trying to smile at him, trying to tease him. Even like this, she’s still trying to make him feel better. So Miguel tries to smile back at her, but he’s sure it looks more like a grimace.

“Yeah. You’ll see me again.” He murmurs, wiping away her tears. It’s more like he’s reminding himself rather than agreeing with her. He swallows the lump in his throat, “It’s you and me.”

“It’s you and me.” Y/N manages to get out, her breathing more ragged. Her hand moves to rest on top of his, where’s he’s putting pressure on her wound even though they both know there’s no point. Her fingers intertwine with his and he holds her hand. There’s tears streaming down his face, his like there is every time he watches her dies.

Miguel just sits there, holding her hand long after her body stills, her head laying on his chest. He knows eventually he will have to get up, that he will have to take her back to her universe. For now, he just sits there with her, holding her body to his, quietly telling her all of the things that were left unsaid.