ghost spider

gwen stacy, just another dimension-displaced twenty-something year old girl. affliated with @heroesofyesterdayrp

[hearthecanarycry]

“Is it ever gonna be enough?” @ghxstdrums

It had been a bit of a tough fight against a large group of bullies that had been harassing a drag queen in an alleyway after a show, but the Black Canary and the other masked hero had gotten away with a few bumps and bruises at the most. The fight had left Dinah with a sweaty smile on her face with the thrill of a job well done, but the other woman's words caught her attention. "Hey," Dinah said with a soft smile. "There's always going to be more bad guys and bigots in the world... but right now? We saved one person and showed them that there's someone in their corner."

[ghxstdrums]

"Right," Gwen replied numbly, staring as the crowd dissipated. If the super beatdown didn't do it, then the distant sound of sirens did the rest of the work. The queen from earlier had long since disappeared. Smart.

The fight left her itching to do more. It was in the looks on their faces, the hatred that pumped through their veins and came out of their vile mouths, taking the shape of taunts and threats and slurs. She had the power to show them all what true fear felt like. If it hadn't been for the Black Canary's presence, Gwen might not have held back as much as she did.

"Except it's my corner, too." It came out before she could stop it. It came out angry and bitter. Gwen lowered her head, ashamed at the outburst. Especially considering this was Ghost-Spider's first impression with the other hero. "Do you..." she hesitated, quieter, "do you ever have that fear that you might not be able to stop yourself one day?" She bit the inside of her cheek, choosing not to elaborate.

[hardyluckfeline]

Felicia looked at the cat in her arms before looking at the girl, her cheeks growing red. Felicia held her eyes for a moment. It was a habit she picked up as it often made people feel lured in or uncomfortable. At first, it would be something she had to consciously but now it turned on like an automatic reflex.

"So, again, just like me." Felicia's lips pulled into a grin as she stroked under the chin of the white Persian. As she asked for her name, Felicia looked back to the other. "Zsa Zsa. Like Gabor. One of the greatest beauties ever." Felicia beamed as her nose touched the cats as it purred. "You coming up? I'm bored and I'm not scared of strangers."

[ghxstdrums]

It took everything in Gwen to hold the other woman's gaze. Just be normal, this is what normal people do. Don't make it weird. "Zsa Zsa," she tested out the name slowly, smiling. She wondered if the other woman knew that most people would just assume she named her cat after good weed. She kept her mouth shut, trying not to laugh. They looked cute, nose to nose. She didn't want to ruin that.

Then her eyes went wide at the invitation. Gwen quickly recovered. She shrugged it off, trying to play it cool. She replied, "Yeah. Sure, yeah, I'll come up. I don't have any plans. Lead the way." Her heart was racing. "My name's Gwen, by the way."

[ghxstdrums]

Laura tilted her head at the masked woman. The white and pink and blue was a combination of colors she didn't recognize. There was a saturation of heroes in New York, but this one seemed new. There was a webbed pattern on them that reminded her of a certain masked Spider-Man, but nothing else was recognizable. "You did not have it under control," she said plainly. Her frown deepened at the use of Logan's moniker. "No. I am not him. Why were those men attacking you?" She knew that masked villains could exist too after all. Then a pause. "Are you injured?"

She felt oddly chastised. The woman in front of her might not be Wolverine, but she sure had the same effect the other guy had -- which was weird, considering she looked to be around the same age as Gwen. "Oh, haha, my bad," Gwen sheepishly apologized. Not Wolverine, but knows of him? Has claws just like him? Kinda looks like him, too?

Did Wolverine fuc--? Actually, scratch that, she doesn't want to know.

Gwen instinctively rubbed the back of her neck, the adrenaline from earlier quickly draining out of her, replaced with uncertainty. She stammered out, "Well, yes, but no, not really. I heal pretty fast. Thanks for asking." Then she pointed down the alley. "I was following them and they found out at a pretty bad time. Oh, wait, it wasn't in a creepy way -- I mean, I'm just trying to help someone. By following one of them. And gathering information." A beat passed. She lamely added on, "Y'know, hero stuff?" Maybe being Ghost-Spider again was a mistake.

[hardyluckfeline]

Felicia looked at the intercom, her eyebrow-raising until she saw the cat pressed up the screen. "Ugh." She huffed to herself, shaking her head before she pressed her stiletto-manicured index fingers to the button. "Yeah, she's mine. I will buzz you in." As she spoke, the door buzzed as she slipped on some heels and began to make her way down to the lobby area.

Felicia didn't care she was half-dressed in just a robe. She still walked with a confidence that consumed a room. Felicia knew it was one thing to use your looks but it meant nothing if you didn't have confidence. You didn't have to be a genius or the prettiest or the wealthiest. You just had to carry yourself like you were. That was what she always did.

Reaching the doors, Felicia opened them and smiled politely as she unhanded the feline burden off the girl. "Been hunting without me huh?" She held the cat up to her face as their noses touched affectionately. "She has a habit of being where she shouldn't. Seem to have that in common."

[ghxstdrums]

Gwen sighed in relief, entering the apartment with an armful of wet cat. It wasn't until she'd made it halfway through the intricately decorated lobby that she realized she'd been tracking in mud behind her. She must really be out of it today. Sighing again, Gwen scratched the cat behind her ears. "You must have one rich mommy, huh?" The cat blinked up at her blankly. Gwen whispered lowly to the feline, "Take it from a broke girl: once you find one of those, you don't run away."

It didn't take long for the doors across the room to crack open, revealing a stunning woman that made Gwen's heart jump to her throat. An embarrassing rush of blood flooded her cheeks the closer the woman got to her. She mirrored the smile she received, albeit tenser.

Gwen did not get nervous around pretty girls anymore. She just couldn't tell whether she was attracted to her or if she was, just maybe, a little jealous.

"I don't know about that," Gwen replied, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat. "I'd say she's pretty lucky. And smart. I probably wouldn't have found her if she didn't know to stay close to home." Not wanting the interaction to end just yet, Gwen found herself asking, "What's her name?"

[xwidowx]

It wasn't every day Natasha was thrown into a battle, fighting alongside another spider, but today was a very interesting day. They just happened to share the same target. Unluckily for said target, the pair were able to work well alongside eachother with very little words being shared. As soon as the threat was neutralized, she took a moment to catch her breath before turning to the masked vigilante. Nat could spot another dancer from a mile away. They had a tendency to hold their body weight and land in similar ways. Not to mention that the girl had a grace about her that was uncommon amongst other heroes.

"So, how long have you been dancing?"

[ghxstdrums]

Gwen laughed, a little out of breath. "You know, I had the same thought about you."

She'd spent half of her childhood in dance studios, breaking in pointe shoes and practicing for recitals that were only ever attended by the dancers' families. When she first put on the mask, she'd found comfort in that buried muscle memory. Being Ghost-Spider would sometimes feel like going to dance rehearsals or recitals. Needless to say, she could clock a ballerina's grace.

"I was probably born in a tutu," Gwen joked. She nodded at the Black Widow, silently clapping herself on the back for recognizing the other woman. "How about you?"

[snikt-23]

She heard the clatter of a trashcan outside the club and almost ignored it. Sounds like that were commonplace in the streets of NYC. It was the distinct click of a gun that had her leaving her post and rounding the corner to see a masked person on the ground, surrounded at gunpoint.

"Leave," she growled at the guys, fists clenched and body poised to leap into action. Two of the men pointed their guns at her, but Laura didn't flinch, just tilted her head almost curiously. "Leave or I will make you."

They laughed at her, until they watched as claws suddenly sprang from her fists with a snikt. "Oh shit!" One shouted, already starting to run.

[ghxstdrums]

Gwen, wide-eyed, watched as the short woman scared her assailants away with ease. One of the men nearly trampled over her in his frantic escape, forcing her to curl up and shield her body until she heard their footsteps fade into the distance.

She pushed herself up -- still reeling from the rush of adrenaline -- and yelled after them, "Yeah, you better run!" Her head throbbed at the effort. She pulled the hood of her suit back on and muttered under her breath, "Jerks."

Turning back to her rescuer, Gwen quipped lightheartedly, "I totally had that under control." She paused, surprised to see the claws extruding from the other woman's fists. How'd she miss those? "Nice plan B, though... Wolverine?" It was her best guess. Curse the dimension-shaped gaps in her knowledge.

[tay-swifts]

• HUNTER SCHAFER for Harper's Bazaar (Dec 1, 2021)

[hardyluckfeline]

[APPEAR] the sender shows up unannounced at the receiver's place of residence (Gwen) @ghxstdrums

Felicia lounged on her couch, her eyes casting around her penthouse apartment. It looked barely lived in and that was because it wasn't. It resembled a hotel suite. It was like something you would see in a tv show about rich spoiled teenagers with very dramatic lives. Very Upper East Side. Felicia was from Flushing originally and people from Flushing were never without their taste for the finer things in life.

Hearing her door ring, Felicia huffed and sat up from her couch, tightening the silk robe around her, stepping over her cat (a little on the nose, right?) She folded her arms as she looked at the screen that displayed whoever was on the other side of the door. "Whatever it is can you leave it at the door please?" She said through the intercom.

[ghxstdrums]

Gwen was having a long, bad day. She'd woken up early just to travel across the city for a gig that ended up cancelling last minute due to a thunderstorm. Said thunderstorm raged on for an hour or two while she fumed quietly in a nearby library.

She'd ended up leaving right after, walking in a random direction to let off some steam. Before she knew it, Gwen found herself in front of a penthouse apartment, staring down at an overly friendly cat rubbing itself on her legs. The poor thing looked soaked, but it'd purred so loud that she was convinced it couldn't be a stray.

"Uh," Gwen replied eloquently. She held up the cat to the intercom. It continued purring. "Are you missing a cat? Or do you know if anyone else is? I found this little guy right outside your apartment and just thought I'd ask."

[ghxstdrums]

🌙 in a dark alley at night @b4tkn1ght

Gwen found herself in Gotham, following a client's husband and his supposed mistress, his coworker. Her job was as simple as snapping a few photos on their business trip, just enough to prove that he was actually cheating. If he wasn't, her job got harder.

Clients that came to her with these infidelity stories only wanted one thing. To be right. Whatever that meant.

Luckily, after scaling a wall in a nearby alley, she managed to find a good angle into the cheating bastard's hotel window with the perfect view of him and his coworker bumping uglies. Click, snap. Gotcha.

She readjusted herself, making sure to stick her feet fully against the wall, sitting parallel to the wall. Gwen brought her camera up again, only to freeze at the familiar tingling sensation in the back of her neck.

Gwen looked up at the rooftops. She squinted. "Hello?" she nervously called out.

[ghxstdrums]

[PROTECT] for the sender to step between the receiver and an aggressor @snikt-23

She tried to keep the vigilanting to a minimum nowadays. All that mask brought was death and the reminder of why, on that life-altering day, the spider seemed to always favor Peter Parker in every other dimension. Why risk ruining a fresh start as a normal girl with normal problems?

Naturally, Gwen put the mask back on.

It'd started with her new client, a single mother of three trying to prove that the father of her children was evading taxes and paying less child support than he should be. The only problem: she didn't have the money to pay for a private investigator, even one with as low of a rate as Gwen. She had to politely decline her services and redirect the woman elsewhere.

She looked into it. Turned out, the father was in some deep shit with the wrong people. And she was way rustier at being Ghost-Spider again than she thought she'd be. One slip against an empty trashcan behind a closed restaurant turned into an all-out brawl with three men turned into her on the ground, dazed from a heavy blow to the head, held at gunpoint.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Gwen slowly put her hands up, looking for an escape. "Okay, fellas. You got me. Let's not do anything we'll regret later, yeah?"

[heroesofyesterdayrp]

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[APPEAR] the sender shows up unannounced at the receiver's place of residence [BANDAGE] the sender bandages receiver's wound [DRINK] the sender is drunk and runs into the receiver [FLIRT] the sender flirts with the receiver (feel free to specify how) [PROTECT] for the sender to step between the receiver and an aggressor [PUNCH] the sender punches the receiver (feel free to specify where) [SPILL] the sender spills their drink on the receiver [STARE] the sender is caught staring at the receiver