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2 yrs ago
Current Itching to find a new RP to join or to start a new one...
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The Owl House finale was so good. I'm sad its over, but glad it got a great ending ;-;
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Have you drank enough water today? Reminder to go take a sip!!
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S C R A W L S

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Scrawls is just a lil dude who likes writing and playing pretend... I am currently a college student, was once a small Youtuber, and now just vibe and write stories. Now carry on along your merry way!


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In Howdy 2 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
Welcome Rou! Hope to see you around! :D





S P I D E R - M A N

N E W Y O R K C I T Y


The rush never got old. Swinging from building to building, feeling the wind flow by, waving at bystanders, webbing up crooks, being the one and only Spider-man. One moment, Peter Parker was just an average New Yorker, late for dates, a fan of good pizza, selling photos for a quick buck. But with the mask on? He was spiraling through the air, diving past office windows, running on walls, and leaping off skyscrapers, ready to save the day. And today was just another day. After hearing a police siren in the distance, Peter Parker raced through the air to be on the scene. Who was it this time? A small-time thief or someone big? Rhino? Scorpion? But as he found himself outside a bank, he saw the police arriving at a scene already covered in webs.

“Hey there Spidey!” One of the police officers smiled up at him and waved. “You’re late buddy.”

“Afternoon officer! How’s the—”

“One of your smaller spider-bros just managed to clean up a couple of bozos and webbed them up good. I guess he’s like Spider-boy or somethin’? Arachne-kid?”

Peter nodded, it must have been Miles. Peter's not really the only Spider-man... A few months back, he’d met Miles, a bright kid from Brooklyn who’d also gained spider powers. Peter had been trying his best to teach Miles all that he’d learned over the years, but at some point, the kid had to spread his wings and do what he had to do, and that seemed to be being a hero. Ever since then, Peter had felt a bit less alone, and the Big Apple seemed to feel a little smaller—for better and for worse, as Miles began to take his share of rescues and criminal shut downs. Sometimes Peter wondered if he himself was growing too old for the job, if it was time to fully pass down the torch… “Just Spider-man.” Peter corrected.“We’re both Spider-man, officer!”

Seeing he wasn’t needed so much anymore, Peter got ready to swing away once more, but before he left, he saw the officer reach out to pull out a phone. “Wait a sec Spidey. Could I get a quick photo? The other guy seemed great, but my daughter’s a big fan of you too. And her head’s gonna blow when she sees that her pops met you.” Peter smiled softly and hopped down to stand beside the officer. “Sure thing sir!” He felt a bit guilty thinking this, but Peter couldn’t help but enjoy being needed and admired every now and then. He was still needed.

***


The city was surprisingly peaceful today. Besides that robbery handled by Miles earlier, and a few minor incidents, Peter wasn’t seeing much crime. He sat on top of a light post, looking down at a busy city street. A group of teens bustled over toward an internet cafe, an old man was being helped cross the street by a young businesswoman, and a pleasant shopkeeper was painting a new sign for their cafe. Things seemed to be just right—

“HEY MUTIE! We don’t want your kind here! Buzz off!”

Peter’s spider sense tingled ever so slightly, and he craned around, trying to find the source of this angry voice. Was there some bigot about to assault an innocent mutant? As he turned around on the top of his light post, he squinted and saw a man holding a beer bottle in one hand, pointing his other hand right at Spidey. “Me?” Peter asked. At this point, Spider-man was more confused than worried.

“Yeahhhh, you! Mister fuckin’ Webhead, mask-wearing, mutie. I know you’ve been swinging around this fuckin’ city, but I’ve seen the truth, I know who you really are… Get your mutant ass out of my country! Go back to Krakatoa!” The man’s speech was slurred and he seemed to be vehemently drunk… at two in the afternoon. Peter rolled his eyes under his mask and stood up from his crouching position.

“Look man, first of all, it’s Krakoa, not Krakatoa. Second of all, I’m not even a mutant! And even if I was, that is a terrible way to greet a stranger, like at least a hello—” Peter tensed as he watched the man reach to chuck his bottle at Spidey, and Peter reflexively shot a rapid-fire of webs, one to stick the man’s hand to the bottle, one to stick his other hand to the wall, and a last one to cover his mouth. The man writhed in tipsy, muffled rage, and Spidey gave a little salute. “This is for your own good, and for the good of everyone else who definitely does not wanna hear your voice!” Peter then began to swing away through the city. “So much for peaceful…” he muttered.

What was the whole deal with mutant hate? It was never something he understood, even with all the controversy around Krakoa recently. When people like him or the Avengers put on their masks, they were revered (most of the time) as heroes. Yet when everyday people happened to get superpowers, the world seemed to twist against them. But mutant or not, hero or human, if they were here in this city, they all were New Yorkers in Peter’s eyes. Was that so hard to understand?

As the sun began to set, Peter swung up towards the top of an apartment building, running across the glass windows, then shooting a web towards the roof and pulling himself up to the very top. The city looked so small from up here, millions of people, real honest people living their lives, working towards their dreams, all here in the greatest city in the world. The relative peace was strangely getting him a bit too sentimental. He needed to get busy. What else was there to be done?

Suddenly, Peter felt his Spider-sense tingle once again, yet not that aggressively. Something potentially dangerous was behind him, hopefully not another bigot with a bottle.“Spider? I swear, it’s like you’re stalking me.” Peter turned towards that familiar playful voice and saw none other than Black Cat, his… enemy? Friend? Situationship? The woman was someone he’d tussled with time and time again, sometimes trying to put her in jail for her elaborate crimes, sometimes fighting alongside her against a greater evil. No matter what the situation was, she always managed to catch him off guard.

“Black Cat, I did not mean to run into you… What are you doing up here?” Peter eyed her suspiciously, looking at a black bag in her grasp, and seeing that she’d just crawled out from the fire escape.

“Always questions with you isn’t? Well, I’ll have you know, that it’s none of your business Spider, just a little personal project.”

“Thieving again? T’was hoping you’d get tired of the whole petty theft thing.” Peter said. Although he said it jokingly, he did genuinely mean it. He wondered if there was a chance she would ever give up her criminal ways. Despite her antics, the two of them had had moments in the past where it felt like they had something more… More than just hero and villain, but perhaps something as equals, as partners, as more.

“This time’s not just petty theft, I have a legit purpose right now.” She replied with a scoff, then swung the black bag over her shoulder. “I don’t see you giving up the mask anytime soon, why should I?” Black Cat walked over to Peter and placed a single finger on his chest.

“Felicia. Is this all you’ll ever do? Is that all the future holds?” Peter looked at her, and an expression of genuine concern seemed to take hold on his face, surprising her and even himself.

“Future? Awfully dramatic aren’t you this sunset? What, Spider? Worried about me? High-and-mighty Avenger wanting to help a corrupted villainess out of a wrong path towards danger?” She snickered and walked her fingers up his chest towards his collarbone, and up to pat his shoulder. Something in her expression softened when Peter didn’t retort back.

“You’re so quiet suddenly… Are you… genuinely worried?” Peter backed up from her reach but nodded. “Is it wrong? Wrong, that I am worried about you? That I wished you’d give up crime and try out being good?” he said. Whenever he met the Cat, he always felt so tangled up inside, caught in her own webs. Black Cat’s hand dropped to her side.

“You really are a hero aren’t you?” she whispered. Before Peter could respond, she began to walk away briskly. “I’m fine Spider. Don’t worry, this kitty can take care of herself… But I’ll see you around… Maybe we can talk again… about the future.” And just like that, she lept away, from one rooftop to the next, disappearing into the shadows cast by the sunset.

Peter Parker was left alone watching the moon rise. As much as it had been a quiet day, there had been big moments throughout it. He looked over the New York skyline and just took a deep breath. He had no idea what the future held in store, but he knew that as long as he could, he’d keep being Spider-man.





Cunningham's Bookstore



A lanky-winged man approached her and began to chat and help her with the books, which Minerva was graciously thankful for. “Thank you! That’s kind of you to help. Moving days just get me a bit flustered.”

Minerva looked at the tall, avian fellow, admiring his wings. She’d met many a harpy in Linkhaven, but she’d always be fascinated to see their wings and the ways they moved. “I like your wings! They look incredibly fly. Pun intended. Unless that’s offensive, in which I deeply apologize, as I mean fly as in cool, and cool as in… cool!” Suddenly, Min’s eyes lit up and she began to rummage within her satchel. Every now and then, an object would slip out, and one of her golems would catch it, and place it back in the bag while Min continued to look. Min clearly seemed to be the type of person who would change in an instant from being chatty to being contemplative. “I don’t mean to be rude at all, but your wings just reminded me of this…”

From inside her bag, she pulled out a simple origami crane, that suddenly fluttered to life and jumped off her fingertips. It flapped its wings and took the air, weaving around Min, the statues, then circling around the harpy. “It’s a little creation of mine I made on the train ride. Not at all sentient, but it is quite great at mimicking life.” The paper bird fluttered and tried to land on the harpy’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Min noticed that the owner of the shop herself had come over to help. “Oh thank you! I am quite alright, I am so sorry about the books.” As Bonnie introduced herself, Min nodded and gave a half-bow, then reached out to eagerly shake Bonnie's hands. “Delighted to meet you, Ms. Cunningham! I am in fact one of the new tenants. Minerva Yoon, at your service, but most call me Min. And behind me at my service are my two… children? Creations? Friends?” Min scratched her chin a spent a moment pondering this dilemma.

“Well, the tall marble princely-looking statue is Abbott, and the stout terracotta lad is Costello! They’ve been charmed to help me fix things up, and I’m sure that they’d be willing to help carry things around this cozy shop of yours if you’d ever need help.” Abbott and Costello both solemnly bow at Bonnie, then lifted up Min’s boxes to demonstrate their strength. The two statues tossed the hefty boxes up in the air with a bit of a twirl, as if on cue, then caught them without anything spilling out. Min watched this and laughed.

“Obviously, they can be more coordinated than my clumsy self… But nevertheless, I am excited to be here!”





Spry footsteps skipped across the cobble roads, followed by the heavy clunks of much heavier marching behind. Every now and then, the lighter footsteps would stop as the woman paused to admire a shop, monument, or particularly interesting-looking stranger. The young woman with white hair tied in a ponytail, wide eyes framed by wider round glasses, a devilish grin, and a slender frame wandered through the crowds, carrying a leather satchel. Behind her were two animate statues carrying several rather hefty-looking boxes labeled “STUFF” and “MORE STUFF”. One statue was made of marble, with a tall, knight-like frame, its sculpted grooves mimicking the plates of armor. The other was some sort of terracotta-like brute, built with a wide bulky frame. And each had a simple face etched into their material, two dots, and a curve—smiley faces.

This trio was none other than Minerva Yoon and two of her magically animated creations. And she had just arrived in the city.

“By the gods, this really is Gloomminister! It’s just as I imagined. What do you two think? Should be a magnificent place for you two to run around, ay?”

The two statues nodded their heads and made grunting noises that sounded like grinding stone, and Min laughed, clapping her hands together.

Min (it was just much quicker to say than Minerrrrrvaa Yoon~) was full of excitement, taking in the new landscape. Growing up in Linkhaven, she was accustomed to the bustle of merchants and tourists, but something here just felt different. Gloomminister felt brighter, more magical, imbued with the glow of progress as the university of her dreams towered on the horizon. But she couldn’t head to class just yet, she needed a place to stay. After hours of aimless meandering, Min remembered that she could, in fact, use navigational tools. Activating a directional charm on her mobile Orbuculum, a few sparkly arrows pointed her toward a charming storefront. Cunningham’s Bookstore.

Min burst through the door with a smile and held it open for her creations to step in after her. They were a bit big but lowered their heads to fit under the door. Min glanced around, putting her hand on a dusty tome sitting on a shelf, then tracing a little star in the dust. She took a deep breath of that old book odor and smiled even more.

“Excellent! It smells authentically ancient in here! Must have some real magic, book magic! Hahaha, wonderful.”

She peeked around, spotting a woman with a beautiful mess of iron-colored hair at the counter helping a tall, thin customer. The woman must be Bonnie Cunningham. Min took a deep breath as she was about to meet her… landlord? Possible friend? Fellow Gloomminister denizen? She had to make a good impression!

With that thought Minerva Yoon confidently began to walk toward the counter, and promptly stubbed her toe on a shelf, stumbled, and toppled into a pile of books. With a yelp for help, her two statues slowly placed the boxes on the floor and trundled over to help their creator to her feet. Min frantically took their help, then began to stack the books back in the order they were before being toppled.

“So, so, SO sorry about that! I am incredibly sorry about that.” She looked bashfully in the direction of the shopkeep, hoping that she was possibly too occupied with the customer to notice Min's dreadful entrance.

Her first day in Gloomminister was off to a wonderful start.


A second character, this time a mutant OC. Inspired by a canon mutant named "Piper" with similar abilities, however he had basically no backstory so I wanted to reinvent the title
In Scrawls Space 2 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum



Edit: Apologies, for some reason it double-posted the same message, so ignore this message :)


Spidey swings into action :D
In Scrawls Space 2 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

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