#ahahaaaaaaaaaaa

[muirneach]

not really any casual way to come out i think. difficult to just walk into a room and announce this sort of thing. but that’s what im about to do. brb gonna go ruin my moms whole life

[ransomroom]

Hm. Y'all should forget to click anon more often. Feigning embarrassment is cute, but nothing is more delicious than witnessing a genuine twinge of embarrassment. C': rare delicacy for an emotional sadist.

[labwebs]

The world seemed to stop when the Green Goblin's mask revealed itself in Harry's hands. A moment where everything, everything shifted and rearranged. Suddenly every time he'd fought the Goblin had a new, horrific context. While it was true that he'd made a promise to himself to only ever use as much force as was necessary to incapacitate but not cause lasting harm, the fights against him had been increasingly brutal. Increasingly desperate on both sides even though Peter hadn't had a clue what they were actually fighting for unlike with other villains he'd tangled with in the past.

He'd hurt his best friend. Badly. Multiple times. And not had a single clue. The horror, shock, and guilt played plainly on his face. He couldn't hide that.

Peter could hear what Harry said after revealing the mask but only barely processed it- mind too busy racing to try and figure out what to do. What could he do? He wanted to be there for his best friend- to help him and to figure out what had happened. But knowing what was wrong and what had happened faced him with several impossible choices. None of them good.

As Jameson and others so often liked to remind everyone else, he'd never taken any sort of oath or vow like the police did. He had no legal duty to stop bad things from happening- just his own sense of responsibility and right that had been instilled in him by his Aunt May and Uncle Ben alongside the reputation that he'd gotten over the years of being someone that the city could turn to when it needed help. He knew this would be easier if he did have that duty- no question about what to do. But his own sense of morality? His own loyalties and concious? No. He'd not turn Harry in. That much he knew. Not like this. Not when he was coming to him for help.

He hated the idea of Dr. Octavius slowly loosing his ability to control his motor functions while trapped in a cell with nothing he could do about it, but that man had done so much harm both to him personally and the city at large. Harry... the Goblin had yet to act on that scale. And now Peter knew why. Sort of. And he wasn't going to make him pay the same price if he could help it. No. Not his best friend. They could make this right. He had to make this right. Harry coming to him and asking for help meant he was willing to stop, right?

"Harry, I-" he started before words failed him again. Was he willing to stop? If he told him his own secret now, what would happen? He knew what Peter cared about, who he cared about. Harry had met Miles and once he had one piece of the puzzle it probably wouldn't take long for him to put it all together. He knew the teen was more than capable of looking after himself and the people in his own life, but Peter still knew he'd personally go to the ends of the Earth to protect him like he was his own brother. And he felt that about Harry, too. Wanted- needed to help and protect them both alongside everyone else.

As much as honesty on his end could put thing in jeopardy, though, he couldn't see a way forward without it. Trusting, hoping that Harry was enough of the person he'd grown up with to see this as his own olive branch and not a threat. Reaching into his own pocket, he first disconnected the ear piece. Just in case something happened so he'd still have it to contact Miles and MJ. A deep breath. A metaphorical dive off a skyscraper. Trust in his friend... and in his own sense for danger. Peter showed Harry his own mask.

"I don't... I don't know what to say here, Harry. Other than I'm sorry."

'Why', Peter asked, but that was not what Harry focused on. Instead his mind latched on what he next revealed, about Octavius' goals once, or perhaps just in theory: living a relatively normal life, even with his diagnosis. It hadn't been common knowledge, no, but it was yet another unwelcome parallel, a quiet reminder that maybe they were not so different, the first villain Peter had considered a friend and now Harry. It might have been a chilling thought, if the whole conversation didn't have him on edge already. If Harry hadn't long accepted that this path would make something dark of him, even if he hadn't expected to look back and find out just how far from the line he'd ended up.

It was almost painful, to see the concern so clearly on his best friend's face. He was not so easy to threaten, not so easy to coerce. Not now, when he'd learned to wield fear in a way he'd once promised himself he never would.

What was he not telling him, Peter asked, and Harry thought that was not the question. What mattered was what he'd tell him instead. And yet, after all he'd revealed, there was little left to say. Chances were Peter already suspected, and Harry was tired.

So he breathed, then took off the earpiece he always wore, small and black and so very practical, and without looking at Peter just yet, he brushed his thumb over the the side of it. It took no more than a heartbeat before he was carefully holding his visor and mask instead, watching his reflection stare back at him evenly despite the way his heartbeat drummed in his chest.

It might be better if Peter learned it from Harry himself. It would not be painless.

And yet, before the silence stretched too long, Harry spoke again, not looking at his friend just yet. He couldn't bear to see the heartbreak -or worse, disgust- he expected to face.

"Last time I was in a battle, things went worse than usual." He admitted, quietly. "I had to flee, but I couldn't make it too far on my own. And then someone helped me. Selflessly, recklessly, because they couldn't know I wouldn't harm them." He exhaled. "But they helped me."

Another Peter, someone who had already lost a friend to a path that might have been so very like Harry's own.

"We talked. I think I needed it." He added. "And while this all seemed like the best idea at the time, the one that would get the least people hurt... Things have gotten out of hand, Pete." He admitted. "I fear I'm losing myself."

But it was this, or the clock ticking once again.

[enden-k]

no way i forgot about the time change (? i mean it usually closed at midnight right) and now the server is closed and i havent logged in yet and broke my login streak of this AHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

[blackmagictrait]

that "early acccess WHAT IS THE DATE" post hit home for me because i remember commenting on a CC preview post asking the creator when it was going to be released and they never answered 🙃 it came out maybe a month later ahahaaaaaaaaaaa

it's free whenever they feel like it teehee~~~ (maybe a year from now maybe never 💋 you'll have to wait and see!!)

[itsrhet]

Like what actually is this asking shit I'm so confused

I have absolutely zero idea what is happening right now, and I have no idea where this came from ahahaaaaaaaaaaa

wait, is this a post now?

i am confuse

[bluebellswood]

i want to purge my art account on twt again....... or maybe change it to zzzenmui_prsk................. but i only draw prsk or mhyk exclusively ahahaaaaaaaaaaa............. its not like i have many people following me but...... ahhhhh maybe i should just go to bed lollolololol

[chelleisamazing]

LEOOO GOAAAALLL AHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

[spidercookie18]

GIRL SHUT UR CORNY ASS UPPPPP “angry lil gay boy cis man🥹” 😭😭😭

YESSSSS I FINALLY HAVE BEEF WITH AN ANON AHAHAAAAAAAAAAA THE DAY HAS COME YEEEEEEEEEEEEES

[lillllbabygirl]

AHAHAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK.

[devotedtosadpoetry]

ahahaaaaaaaaaaa

glad you liked it ✨

*Scrolling Through My Subscriptions On Ao3* Me: Hey Look! A Oneshot To Read! This Surely Will End Well. *Reads Still…Beating…* *Jaw Dropped, stomach churning, Makes Me Want to Curl Up In a Ball And Sob.*

@devotedtosadpoetry YOU OWE ME A FUCKING APOLOGY /lh /silly

( Check The Oneshot Out Btw, But I advise you read it with caution guys, really heavy stuff in it.)

[squirrelprime]

I love hearing my neighbors screaming at 10pm :) :) :)

[drivemysoul]

You know that feeling when you feel like your best friend hates you because the last time you spoke you must’ve seemed really cold and uninterested because you were having a panic attack and now you’re not talking and you want to message and apologise and explain but also you feel like you’d just bother them so you let them go about their life with their friends they don’t hate and you start isolating yourself from everyone so you never fuck up again because you’re a screw up and you hate yourself and you just want your best friend back but you’re so convinced they hate you and you just want them to message like “hi I don’t hate you” but you know you’ll seem clingy and annoying if you ask so you make a post and hope they see it even though they probably won’t and won’t know it’s for them even if they do ahahahahaha I hate myself :)

[kordeliiius]

glowy? glowy.

[be-lis-mamamoo]

Okay let's forget my theory BUT HOLY SHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[askandrewkreiss]

excited to see the blog active again!! welcome back!

((ahahaaaaaaaaaaa imsoinconsistent shheeet))