Once upon a time I was a solider. Demons called me 'the Grimm' for I was their reaper.
Infected by Green Goblin.
Shadow of Spider-Man @SpideyHobo
#MVOC
"All my life I was a weapon. I was made to kill the wrong people for all the wrong reasons. Ignorance isn't bliss; it's a poison.
No more. Never again.
I'm no reaper.
I'm just a man trying to make amends."
Socially awkward do-gooder
Penned by experienced and friendly Scribe
"Anyone can be redeemed if they put in the effort, sounds like you definitely did what you could. I think that deserves recognition. Glad you were able to"
"Spent too many years making things wrong. Nein, not everyone can do better. Be damned if I do any less. We take our victories where we can."
He's too old to be a cool kid, but if she's offering... he'll bump.
"We were a compound of coyotes, picking apart the corpses of what we didn't understand until we'd taken every useful scrap."
"It hurt them to lose that tech the day I left."
His eyes ignite with the memory of fire and freedom.
"I set it right. That's how I sleep at night."
"Dang, that's... Actually impressive they managed to take tech from a group that basically controls the multiverse... Concerning, but impressive. Hope it's... Well, from the sounds of it, it wasn't used responsibly, but I hope it hasn't caused too many issues"
"Old commanders borrowed their technology."
"Easy to steal and hold control when you can re-write reality to suit you."
"Breaking free of that illusion is a gargantuan endeavor. But, Hope's a fighter."
"That Spider stubbornness, und a support system, will help with that."
If TVA's brain recoding is a fraction of what I've seen, he knows what they've buried beneath tungsten and concrete.
He just needs a jackhammer, C-4, diamond-cutting claws, and perhaps a priest to wrest it free.
Und regular doses of touch therapy.
Ja. That'd do him good.
Call me a villain for the blood on my hands.
Call me a traitor for all the knives buried in people's backs.
Call me a devil for whispering your demise in the ears of one who cares.
Call me the dream-eater. As God is my witness, you'll eat them unto reality.
The look I give @BrokeOldSpidey when I smell smoke on him.
...He has seemed a little tense lately, though. Guess I should give him a break and not bite his head off about it.
[𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧]
Report of Miguel O'Hara of Earth-928B, HQ Commander.
Date of Assignment: August 2, 2099.
Format: Audio Recording, Transcribed.
(TW: Dark Themes, AU Character Death)
Read: https://t.co/Ghh5ItTsjZ
@AGingerJackpot Inside is bread. Fresh. The kind that crackles a symphony when you give it a squeeze.
There's also a jar rich yellow butter packed along with and a bottle of amber honey.
@AGingerJackpot "On alert tonight. Moon's out. Prudent to keep an ear to the ground."
"Und... I wanted to deliver this."
He hadn't been holding anything a moment ago. Now there is a neatly folded paper parcel in his outstretched palm.
"It's polite to give offer gifts to your neighbours."