#oscursions

[papayasector]

“i was gonna lose my shit if that last corner had cost me pole”

[arxchnoverture]

+ @oscursed liked for a starter !

+ " I'm not exactly FORGIVING of Osborns ... " Still basked in SHADOWS , obscuring the blue and black features of what anyone would assume to be her COSTUME, April narrowed her eyes at the figure . Multiverse HOPPING wasn't always the safest option, but compared to the MESS she had left at home, she wasn't sure she had many other OPTIONS left . " Old HABITS die HARD . "

[spinxeret]

✨ an absolute 10/10 we stan all of this every verse ever iteration of MJ.

send ✨ if you like my writing and feel free to tell me why !! the rpc is in serious need of some positivity.

+ ( !!!!!! Thank you so much ?? Absolutely adore seeing you on my dash, and you've been fun to talk to OOC ! Can't wait to write stuff with ya <3 )

[labwebs]

@oscursed liked for an Insomnaic!Peter starter

"I really did want to tell you, y'know," Peter said, now on his... third? fourth? cup of coffee. He'd made sure to keep the coffee maker far away from all of Harry's attempts to learn how to control the exo-suit's unexpected abilities. "There was a couple of times but I..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I'm just- I'm sorry, y'know? For leaving it so long. Almost ten years now, which is... wild to think about." He hated how a big part of his hesitation had always been out of fear of Norman finding out too but... well, things had changed now.

"I mean probably a weird thing to ask but ah... anything you want to know?"

[insidemyblood]

@oscursed continued from here

Peter winced before Harry even answered. He could already sense it in his eyes. His heart still plummeted when he heard the words.

"You shouldn't have done that," he muttered, quieter. "You didn't have to take the fall. I was there too..." His voice was sad, filled with guilt and honest.

"I don't know. I should've said something. I should've stood next to you in that office and told them it wasn't just you. It wasn't your experiment. It was mine. We were... I was the one who pushed it too far." He dragged a hand through his hair, he tried to smile but it faltered.

"I mean... I get it. It's what friends do, right? Cover for each other but..." He looked back up at Harry, guilt written all over his face. The truth was that Harry knew Pete's scholarship would've been gone. And Aunt May (who was working two jobs already) wouldn't have been able to afford a new school. That was not in the cards.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I really am."

Despite Harry's optimism , reassurance and banter, Peter couldn't shake the feeling of it all being wrong. That the right thing to do was standing there with Harry and take his share of the blame. "I'll lend you all my notes and come over to study with you."

[labwebs]

"Nah, I was just um... thinking about getting my board out. Decent weather for it, nowhere in particular to be" Peter shrugged, though internally wincing at how basically the second or third thing he said to his best friend that he hadn't seen in years was a lie. If Harry had dropped by even five minutes later, he would've needed to do some explaining about the red-and-blue spandex clad figure that had jumped out of Peter's bedroom window. He wasn't sure if that was a conversation he was ready to have with anyone else. Only two people knew- Gwen and Connors. Well. Only two people who were still alive knew.

"That makes a change," slips out of his mouth before he can stop it- the reflex to make bad jokes in somewhat awkward situations a little too strong. "Sorry, I didn't um... Sorry. Uh, yeah 's been weird around here too. Y-you want coffee or something?" he asks, nodding towards the kitchen.

At least the door wasn't closed in his face. He had practically just up and disappeared, not bothering to call (writing letters was far too 1950's) once after he'd been sent away. It might not have been his choice to go, but it was his choice to cut the ties he'd had here. Truth be told, he had hoped a few more years would pass before he would have to come back to New York. He does smile at the offer. "Are you sure? We can always meet up later, if you have somewhere to be. I just wanted to catch up with an old friend."

How has he been? That's a loaded question. "Things have been strange, to say the least. My father demanded I return home ---" A lie. "--- And so here I am."

[redhead-reporter]

What Chess Piece Represents You?

The White Queen

You are the White Queen. The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, meaning you are strong in some aspect of your life. Physically, emotionally, mentally, one of these is your strong suit. The queen can move anywhere she wishes upon the board, meaning you have your hands full with all the different tasks and choices in your life. Just be careful not to overwhelm yourself. For all your poise and status, your position will surely crumble under the weight of your pride.

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[papayasector]

“fucking finally, jesus”

[you-name-it-tours]

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[ricky52sblog]

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[labwebs]

@oscursed asked: “ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “ / mcu harry @ mcu peter :)

So that was what it was like to be on the civilian side of a battle, then. Peter wasn't entirely sure what the heck the thing that Strange had been fighting was... but he sure was glad it wasn't going to be him that Jameson was going to be blasting for leaving a mess on the city's streets. He would've jumped in if things had started going wrong, of course, but thankfully all he'd needed to do was pull Harry out of the way of some of the debris that'd come flying at the both of them.

"I'm always hungry. Though um... Probably not sushi."

[insidemyblood]

@oscursed asked: 🎧 for peter // pre-tasm // song: it's amazing to be young by fontaines d.c.

"Why did you take so long? This is like super urgent, man, I need to show you something." Peter could barely contain himself and was pacing around, fidgeting with his old -but precious- iPod. It had been hard for him, waiting all morning for Harry to show him what he had just found.

"Take this," he said, practically shoving one of his earphones into Harry's hand. "Put it on, put it on, put it on." It had been great, having his best friend back after so many years. Not having grown with any siblings, he felt he had found one in Harry. Peter liked sharing a lot of his interests, mostly to keep Harry's mind off whatever it was that worried him so much. He figured it was best to give him his space. "You ready? I haven't heard it yet, so we'll do this together. One, Two. And now," he said and played the new Fontaines D.C. song for the two of them.

[limeonie]

“ bingo, eso es lo que soy. pero siempre me ha gustado llevar un diario y dibujar ” dice ante su tan confiada afirmación, una de las primeras veces que compartía su área de especialización con sus compañeros de allí. la mayoría de la gente no preguntaba, y a ella no le importaba contarlo. era casi entrañable verle dibujar tan deprisa a petición suya y mirándola tan fijamente, podía decir que lo estaba dando todo. no puede evitar sentir cierta anticipación y preguntarse cómo se reflejaría ella en los ojos de ese desconocido, qué tipo de aura captaría y cómo la plasmaría sin conocerla de nada ¿qué mentira vería reflejada en esa página? después de todo, leonie intentó dibujarse a sí misma más de una vez, visualizar cómo era, y no puede hacerlo. por eso le parece interesante descubrir cómo la ven los demás, si su esfuerzo por ser una persona brillante, llena de luz se transmitía. es gracioso como parece entrar en una competencia imaginaria con aquel caricaturista de años atras, pero sólo asiente. “ haré todo lo posible por dar mi veredicto más sincero ” asegura con una leve sonrisa. qué broma, aunque el resultado final fuera terrible nunca lo diría en voz alta. animar y validar a los demás en primera instancia era lo suyo, sólo destruía cuando alguien amenazaba el status quo que leonie ideaba en mente.  “ ¿y qué hay de ti? ¿te han dibujado alguna vez? ” se pregunta bajo la atenta mirada de él, pero sus ojos no vacilan y le sostiene la mirada a él y a sus manos que parecen trabajar con rapidez, sólo de vez en cuando mira hacia abajo con aire tímido, arrancando algunas de las diminutas flores y hierba que hay bajo ella. “ criminologia, huh. es bastante divertido ” menciona. “ tú intentando capturar lo último de la existencia física de una vida humana mientras yo hago lo mismo, pero con plantas antes de que se marchiten, incluso conservándolas antes de eso... con las obvias distancias y diferencias, por supuesto ” tiene que añadir con una corta risilla entre dientes. " aunque no me extraña que quieras ser detective ahora que lo mencionas " ¡eso era básicamente para lo que se había preparado! frunce sus labios para disimular sonrisa al tiempo que se agarra a la manta que poco a poco va cayendo de su hombro “ ah... no suelo ser tan atrevida ” inventa. “ encantada de conocerte, ivan ” lo recordaría, lo hace con aquellos que conoce. no puede darse el lujo de ser desatenta. “ ¿de inglaterra, verdad? ” al menos, su antiguo colegio estaba en londres. en cualquier caso, su atención se centra rápidamente en ese cuaderno suyo que por fin se le permite ver. parpadea una, dos veces. era demasiado bonito. le encanta. es validación que hace rato siente le falta, ¿cómo no va a gustarle? incluso ese pequeño conejito en el que se fija. pobre de él, piensa de igual modo. una voz en el fondo de sí le recuerda no es tan linda, ¿o sí? las líneas entre el ser y parecer se encuentran difusas. elige ignorar esa molesta voz y simplemente muestra una gran sonrisa. “ ¿así que soy un conejito a tus ojos? ” dice en tono juguetón. “y justo en ese momento, la belga levanta el brazo y le pone una pequeña flor silvestre en la oreja como agradecimiento. “ me encanta ” asegura sin necesidad de grandes palabras ni declaraciones, pues quien más aclara, más pareciera oscurses. debe admitir no está exagerando sólo por conveniencia, sí le gusta. “ ¿pero de verdad no está terminado? uhm, si necesitas más tiempo... ¿te gustaría... dar una vuelta? ¿y encontrar donde sentarnos? ” cada sílaba sale lentamente, como si luchara con su propia timidez. “ ah, ¡no te preocupes por perderte cuando estés cerca de mí! " aquello lo suelta con prisas, como si fuera una verdadera preocupación que el otro pudiese tener para negarse. 

conforme compañía habla, comienza a enlazar las ideas que va recolectando en cada pequeño pedazo de información. no se da cuenta y está visualizando los trazos, las flores, las hierbas imaginarias que navegan en páginas invisibles. ‘ eres botánica ’ el apunte final se entiende como una conclusión más que como parte de una adivinanza, lo ha entonado con la seguridad de quien no pretende equivocarse pero, quién sabe. en lo que los dígitos sostienen el lápiz, se está obligando a mantener la visión fija en lo blanco del papel, apenas confiando en la memoria para trazar los contornos de las facciones femeninas. ‘ así que era ese tipo de dibujos ’ las comisuras se estiran un mínimo apenas perceptible, no puede evitar cuestionar qué rasgo femenino habría elegido ese artista callejero para caricaturizar. la oscuridad de iris asciende para fijarse en ella, ¿sería la similitud que comparte con un conejito? ‘ cuando terminemos, dime si estuvo mejor el suyo o el mío ’ confía en sus habilidades para hacerse con una respuesta favorable por su parte, persigue la validación a ciegas, ¿cómo iba a existir si no tenía reconocimiento? la atención se mantiene en los detalles de dicho rostro, deja que las líneas plasmen sobre el papel lo que ve, ¿no está siendo demasiado soberbio? no hay forma de que le haga justicia. ‘ estudié criminología, me la pasé haciendo talleres de arte forense ’ es un complemento a su profesión, pero sólo es por conveniencia, siempre disfrutó del dibujo. ‘ es un trabajo más aburrido de lo que parece, la consultoría forense ’ las palabras se atropellan un poco al reencontrarse con la mirada impropia y, en esas, se aclara la garganta. ‘ mis cuadernos y apuntes también están repletos de bocetos aleatorios ’ agacha visión de nuevo, está haciendo buen trabajo en poco tiempo. ‘ eso es porque nunca lo pediste ’  se aventura, duda que alguien pudiera negarse. la apreciación estética es total y, en parte, se muere de vergüenza por tenerla tan presente. ‘ leonie ’ el lápiz se desvía para apuntar el nombre en uno de los márgenes, al lado, se atreve a dibujar un rápido y esquemático conejo. ¿lo recordaría? quizá ella sólo está mintiéndole. ‘ ivan ’ traza unos detalles más. ‘ llevo poco tiempo aquí, vine de intercambio ’ ahora, gira la libreta para mostrársela. ‘ ¿qué tal va? necesitaría un rato más contigo para concluir con los detalles y dejarlo perfecto ’

[papayasector]

oscar to lando this weekend after he gets blinded

[papayasector]

"ah, fuck. well, good effort everyone. thank you"

[papayasector]

“huh, i was gonna lose my shit if that last corner had cost me pole! well done everybody, was not the easiest session but nicely done!”