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Since the release of Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse, there's been an influx in Spider blogs! So I've decided to make a masterlist of all of the active Spider-People blogs in the community. This includes: Into the Spiderverse, the Spider-Man video games, MCU, and comics.

In order to be added to the list, reblog and put in the tags:

muse name / single or multimuse / canon or oc / mcu, itsv, video game, or comics

You will be removed from the list after one month of inactivity. But should you return, feel free to reblog the post again and I'll re-add you.

This post is constantly under construction and will be added to as frequently as I can.

".....soooo....should that be a compliment? Or just a neutral statement you're happening to make?"

"Web-shooters use the same ventilation system - never had a problem. Power supply sounds more likely. I'll check both." He nods, finding his way over to the table. He knew what he was doing - mostly. He'd built this from scratch, using discarded tech from his universe's Oscorp. Best source of materials he could find. Especially on a budget like his.

his fingers brush over a different pile of coffee pods. 'nespresso stormio!' rose chirps. he crinkles his nose, and reaches for another. 'odacio!' better, he decides, and uses her sight to load the pod into the machine.

"the osborns are gone?" now that catches his attention. rose turns her gaze towards peter, claw tilting in a mimicry of human emotion. "as in 'in jail,' or..."

he doesn't want to think about the second option. norman, whatever; let him die. he's a stain on new york anyways. but harry? that boy had always tried his best, was always desperate to prove himself. and norman had kicked him down every time. otto feels his jaw clench. he forces himself to breathe.

He'd only been here once before - but that was in a different universe, where the place had been abandoned. Seeing it up close and- well, occupied, was a different experience entirely. He trusts Otto, pulls off his mask the second he gets in there (he's not from here, it wasn't like anyone would know anyway), and smiles. "This place is awesome." Stark, as a person, put him on edge. But his stuff? Jesus, he half wished it existed in his universe. And... that's not the only thing that made this place awesome. It was nice. Being around this guy. Reminded him of how he was with Connors, before... well. Before.

rose closes the window as soon as peter is in, though she leaves it unlocked. it isn't as though someone else can follow them onto the 43rd story. they are safe as can be. her father is as safe as can be. leaving the window, she slithers over to rest beside his shoulder. her claw opens, and a world bathed in red filled what was the black of his vision.

his hands move easily along the far-too-fancy. rose chirps as he lifts the coffee pod, a gentle 'nespresso intenso!' echoing in the back of his mind.

otto octavius was BLIND, his vision seared from his eyes through the intensity of the glowing sun in the air. he didn’t care. it didn’t matter. all the wrong he had done in the pursuit of doing something right. now, though, he understood. he had placed his ego above all else, thinking he knew best, when he truly knew so little.

                            “I WILL NOT DIE A MONSTER.”

Slipup - yeah, he liked that term. Much better than trapped in an alternate dimension with limited options and no place to sleep tonight. "Stark equipment? Well, as long as it's not Oscorp, I'm happy."

he moves across the claustrophobic city with ease, pausing only when he reaches the stark tower. now it's up, up, up— and then into the open window that leads to his office. as soon as his feet touch the ground, he moves towards one of the counters. one of the arms remains at the window. it seems to be waiting for peter.

"another multiverse slipup?" he tsk's gently, but there is a fondness in his hidden gaze, in his tone. some things never change, he thinks, and lets his hand fall from rose's claw. "provided you have no qualms with using stark equipment, i might have what you need."

his lower arms brace themselves as the upper lift, to pull their father off his feet. his cheek twitches at the weight on his abdomen.