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hi :3 my name is bibi (23 + she/her)! it's been a while since i've written for a character on tumblr like this! i'm excited to try writing again with you lovelies!! like many of you, i am a sucker for superpower stuff...

this is sohee / 26 years old / spider girl / doctoral candidate in anthropology / all around witch, academic, and anti-imperialist in love with the natural world ! i'll be reaching out to y'all soon but please feel free to message me or like this and i will message you to connect on discord!! more on her below

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#hi this is my intro!!#nm:intro

hi everyone :> i'm currently going thru some personal stuff + with family. i'm so sorry for disappearing. thank you all for your kindness; i love being part of this group! i will catch you all soon in 2 weeks or so !

#ooc

yeonwoo / rnaim:

( ... ) yeonwoo sighs. hot air. "you already know how i feel, sohee, so why ask," he says more gently, but with finality, attempting to shut the conversation down but strangely unable to truly let it go. he places all the blame on alcohol. he pockets his phone. "are you ready to go?" he says abruptly.

sohee's been taunted by righteousness ever since she was a child and had a child's hand and in that child's hand, would grip the wrists of another child's hands — yeonwoo's — behind his back until he admitted that he was wrong and she was right. yeonwoo was always wrong about who started the fight, about whose toy was better, about who got to have the last bite of cake. he's also wrong now, sohee felt, 20 years later, even though the better part of sohee knows that he's right.

inside sohee, righteousness boils and burns. righteousness takes the more tangible form of offense when yeonwoo, in his toneless voice, points how just how much sohee's been drinking. she gulps down the rest of her drink to spite him.

righteousness, also, takes the physical form of a face that gets hot when yeonwoo points out the silliness of what she was implying. who was she kidding? no one in that room cared. not even sohee, necessarily, who was really just taking advantage of this party's vague connection to the party, that evolution one — an often showy, dramatic, trivial body, even she knew — to confront yeonwoo one more time.

"well, i can take myself home, thanks," sohee retorts, the syllables slurring. on a nearby table, she sets her glass down with almost enough force to break it. she pivots, at a loss for words, with intent to protect her pride by hurting his: "i just wanted to know if anything's changed in you. like, if you've ever cared about anything other than yourself." she pauses, ignoring his question by returning one of her own. "do you?"

#yoon yeonwoo #i moved the gifs for simpler reblog format hope thats ok!!

jaehyun / 13elmst:

( ... ) now they’re here, standing across from each other at the nurse’s office. he’d noticed her from across the room, sniffles and the weather enough to know that she wasn’t here for anything grave, so he’d taken this as an opportunity. something about a distant branch and a hanging fruit. jaehyun approaches, begins with an, “ah, the elusive chae sohee.” and it must seem like a bit of sarcasm, the way he’s limped his way to her with a wicked sprain and a maddening rash on his neck from having to use the fucking patch during the game, but the grin he dons betrays his genuine delight, “must be my lucky day.” and there’s a pause, like he’s holding the words in his mouth, contemplating if he likes the taste of it. the conclusion: a cheeky, “but am i lucky enough to get your number?” and here, he cocks a brow like a challenge.

ah-choo!

giving her genuine best effort, sohee raises the crook of her arm in hopes of catching her sneeze in time. she misses by half a mark, partial sneeze floating inconspicuously into the sterile office air. the nurse at the front desk gives sohee a look from under her thin, silver rimmed glasses. without skipping a beat, sohee looks away, blushing, because in spite of her genuine best efforts, sohee is spent — nose tinged a cherry red, eyes itchy and swollen to the point where she begins to wonder if she should just close them, if she should just rest her eyes for a little bit and sink a little further into this wall until the nurse comes back with her medication...

that old spider instinct kicks in, prying her eyes back open. when her eyes finally focus again, it's jaehyun, heading (read: limping) straight for her.

the first thing she feels is bashfulness, and it surprises her. bashful, because she doesn't have her armor (looking cool and stylish and not allergy-ridden) on. bashful, also, because jaehyun looks hotter a little roughed up. wait, she's not supposed to think that. sohee reels it in — puts her parts back together, spent as they are.

"dang, picking up girls at the nurse's office? you make quick work," she purses her lips into a slight smile, disbelieving so that jaehyun knows she — any woman with half her wits — can see right through his cheeky opener. determined to meet his challenge, sohee doesn't feel so sheepish anymore.

then she straightens, tilts her chin up, and crosses her arms, passing over a direct answer about her number. "what happened to you? couldn't resist another fight?"

#park jaehyun #ty for starting !! its lovely

eilouros

queen cards ｡

// @ge0mi

it's always this time of day when the sun has just dipped past the horizon that something stirs in sooah. sometimes it's an itch for adventure, other times chaos. whatever the case, it's an absolute must for her to expel this energy that all felines seem to have at dusk. she thinks first of her favorite partner in crime and it doesn't matter that she vaguely recalls sohee mentioning a potential hook up tonight. chicks before dicks after all, right? she quickly pulls out her phone, scrolling until she lands on her desired target. [ sms to: spider babe 🕷️ ] cancel your plans !! [ sms to: spider babe 🕷️ ] you and i are going on a date into town tonight she leaves little room for rejection but it's nothing new to either girl. they're two beings cut from the same cloth after all, inseparable since their first encounter at freshman orientation.

ge0mi

on thursdays in the late afternoon, sohee teaches an undergraduate seminar. on this particular thursday, sohee is fresh out of class and of brain cells. something about heading into class while it's still light out and coming out of it when the sun is gone — when that cold, unforgiving winter starts lashing at her cheeks — feels more miserable than anything.

she's just made it past the exit of the discussion hall, planning fully on rotting in bed for the next 4 hours before heading over to some random's apartment for blatantly unceremonious cunnilingus when —

[ sms to: sooah 😾 ] girl [ sms to: sooah 😾 ] were u planning to go down on me? otherwise i think i am going on this date later

sohee tucks away her phone into her coat pocket, walks forward a few strides, reaches the crosswalk, and pulls out her phone again.

[ sms to: sooah 😾 ] hypothetically what were you thinking of doing tho 👉👈

#bang sooah

with yeonwoo @rnaim

she's on her third, fourth — was it fifth? — drink now, her cheeks flushing a bright, rosy pink. it's almost midnight and she could choose peace, intervene in her inebriated wickedness, and just ask yeonwoo with a smile on her face something that would've ended the night then and there: can we go home now?

but even as she edges further and further away from her mid-twenties to her late ones — towards a period of life in which she will finally begin to reckon with the fact that she can't live forever — she doesn't say that something. that night, she just can't rein in her passive resentment for a dear friend that appears to her never to stand for something. it's like her mind wants to scratch an itch, and desperately.

sohee leans back against the wall, cosmo in hand, tongue pressing up against the inside of her cheek as the blue hall somehow descends into even further chaos. she gets the feeling that maybe yeonwoo and she, closer to age 30 than age 20 now, are a little too old for this shit. that maybe, also, she's a little too old to pick a fight with yeonwoo at a silly college party.

despite her best efforts, she deludes herself into anxiety over a question: are yeonwoo and i friends because of some inertia? because we've known each other since we were kids? can i be so close with someone who can't share with me their hopes for how the world should be?

in her drunkeness, sohee clenches her jaw and gives yeonwoo a serious look. out of nowhere — "why are you even here? like, what do you even care about?"

part of her hopes yeonwoo won't take the bait.