#𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 - a private, highly selective, mutually exclusive rp blog for 𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐲 from sony's the amazing spiderman and various other media. heavily headcanon based
as saved by oreo. (she/her, 26, est)
✧˖° rules & info
001. mutuals only + 18+
this blog is mutuals only and 18+ due to the mature themes that may appear. if i don’t follow you back, it’s nothing personal — it just means i don’t see our muses meshing or interacting well. this helps me manage my anxiety and keep things low-stress.
this blog will be very low activity and be focused on interactions with friends. my main blog right now is @opa1ites ♡
002. shipping
if you ship it, i probably do too! ♡
please feel free to reach out to chat about potential dynamics — i love exploring romantic, platonic, and familial ships, but chemistry always comes first. shipping is a big focus on this blog, so if that’s not your thing, please dni.
003. content & tagging
anything potentially triggering will be tagged as ‘trigger /’ — if you need additional tags, just message me! smut / nsfw content may appear here and will be tagged as ‘spicy /’.
i will never write or interact with smut involving anyone under 18.
i don’t have a dni list or personal triggers. ♡
004. formatting & writing style
i use small text, colored text, and icons in my replies. there’s no need to match my formatting — write however you’re comfortable! if my replies are ever difficult to read, please let me know and i’ll adjust. i triple space my text because it’s easier for me to read and keeps things visually clear.
i no longer do one-liners; they don’t inspire creativity for me. i don’t expect you to match length, just give me something to work with.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?
[ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ?
[ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?
[ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ?
[ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?
[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?
[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?
[ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ?
[ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ?
[ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ?
[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?
[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ?
[ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ?
[ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ?
[ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ?
[ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ?
[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ?
[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ?
[ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ?
[ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ?
[ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ?
[ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ?
[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ?
[ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ?
[ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ?
[ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ?
[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?
[ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ?
[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?
[ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ?
[ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ?
[ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ?
[ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ?
[ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ?
[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?
[ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ?
[ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ?
[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ?
[ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞
𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, like she’s been holding it longer than she meant to, eyes flicking to @webbfluid with something softer than amusement — something a little too knowing. ❝ of course you do, ❞ she murmurs, a faint smile tugging at her lips, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. ❝ you’ve always had a thing for making the worst situations sound… livable. ❞
she shifts her weight, arms folding loosely, not defensive — just… holding it all together. ❝ but peter… comfortable isn’t the same thing as right. ❞ her voice gentles, careful, like she’s trying not to break something fragile between them. ❝ and it definitely isn’t the same thing as safe. ❞ there’s a beat. she studies him like she’s trying to memorize him and unlearn him at the same time. ❝ …you don’t always have to stay just because you’ve already climbed halfway up. ❞
𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 — like it can’t quite sit still.
it starts off as this quick little burst, like she tried to hold it in and failed immediately. a soft, breathy “pfft—” that turns into something brighter, spilling out before she can catch it. there’s always a hint of surprise in it, like whatever you said caught her just off guard enough to break through her composure.
and then it builds. not loud and obnoxious, really — just sparkly. light and warm and a little contagious, the kind of laugh that makes other people start smiling without realizing why. it kind of tumbles out of her in short, uneven bursts, like she’s tripping over her own amusement.
sometimes she’ll try to hide it — pressing her lips together, turning her head, brushing her hair in front of her face — but it never fully works. you still hear it, like a secret she’s accidentally sharing. and when she’s really laughing? there’s this bright, almost ringing note to it, like glass catching sunlight.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?
[ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ?
[ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?
[ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ?
[ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?
[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?
[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?
[ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ?
[ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ?
[ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ?
[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?
[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ?
[ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ?
[ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ?
[ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ?
[ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ?
[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ?
[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ?
[ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ?
[ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ?
[ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ?
[ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ?
[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ?
[ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ?
[ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ?
[ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ?
[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?
[ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ?
[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?
[ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ?
[ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ?
[ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ?
[ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ?
[ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ?
[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?
[ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ?
[ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ?
[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ?
[ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
i just got asked to take on a temp lead role for the new training class at my job which means the next 2 weeks my days off change again lol so i will be around but idk how much
𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, just listening to the soft rhythm of the brush moving through her hair. it’s steady… the kind of quiet that doesn’t feel heavy when mj’s around. she swallows, blinking a few times before she finally speaks. ❝ it’s stupid. ❞ she says it automatically, like she’s trying to shrink it down before it can matter too much. another slow pass of the brush. she exhales. ❝ …i just feel like i’m messing everything up lately, ❞ she admits, voice quieter now. ❝ like no matter what i do, it’s either not enough or it’s the wrong thing entirely. ❞
her fingers twist together in her lap. ❝ work, people, expectations — ❞ she lets out a small, humorless laugh. ❝ being ‘fine’ all the time. i’m just… tired, mj. ❞ she leans back a little more into her, not fully, just enough to show she’s letting herself be held there in this moment. ❝ and the worst part is, nothing even happened, you know? it’s not like there’s one big thing i can point to and fix. it’s just… everything piling up until i feel like i can’t breathe right. ❞ the brush keeps moving. slow. gentle. gwen closes her eyes for a second. ❝ i hate feeling like this, ❞ she whispers. ❝ like i’m falling behind in my own life. ❞ there’s a pause, then softer — ❝ i… i don’t wanna be the one who can’t keep it together. ❞
⤷ [ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡ ] : oh my !
⤷ [ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡ ] : that is absolutely stunning
⤷ [ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡ ] : literally anything there looks amazing
⤷ [ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡ ] : i trust your judgement
⤷ [ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡ ] : as for the coffee, tho
⤷ [ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡ ] : i usually like a hot coffee but its burning up in this building
⤷ [ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡ ] : ice pleeeeeease !
Clubs were honestly the perfect venue for all walks of life — that was at least the philosophy that Jubilee held to herself with great conviction, and who could argue with the self-proclaimed Party Queen?
The dance floor: vibrant, prosperous, adrenaline powered — perfect for the individual that seeks to free themselves from any and all inhibitions that may possess them.
The inherit sexual aroma that filled the air — ideal for those that wish nothing more than to submit themselves to the most carnal of human endeavors.
The bar — a wonderful choice for those down on their luck; allowing to flush their worries and sorrows down with a bottle of intoxicating liquid.
For herself? It was all of the above.
Now, Jubilee was more than capable of reading people... even strangers — getting a sense of what they needed... and more often than not? It was a positive force to orbit their general vicinity; the leader of The New Mutants was exceptionally good at that.
❝ I oughta sue you for lookin' so damn pretty tonight... ❞ there's a confidence that glazes every syllable of the sentence — propping herself on the stool beside @midtownshope with a noticeable grin upon her face.
❝...but then if I did that? You wouldn't have someone to yap to about what's got ya' so glum. ❞ the grin transforms in a smile — genuine in its nature; as Jubilee slides a hundred dollar bill over to the barkeep... effectively covering what would probably be a lengthy tab indeed.
𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. she lets the words sit there first — lets them settle somewhere between the bass thumping through the floor and the quiet ache she’s been nursing all night. her fingers trace the rim of her glass, condensation damp against her skin, grounding in a way she hadn't planned. then she glances over. there’s a half-smile there — the kind that doesn’t fully commit, but isn’t cold either. ❝ wow… straight to legal threats, huh? ❞ her voice is light, a little dry, but not unfriendly. there’s something tired tucked underneath it, though — something she’s not bothering to hide very well.
she shifts slightly on the stool, turning just enough to face jubilee more fully, one knee hooking over the other. ❝ bold strategy. might actually work on someone with worse self-esteem. ❞ a pause. her eyes flick down to the bill on the counter, then back up again — studying her now, really studying her. like she’s trying to figure out if this is just club banter… or something a little more intentional. ❝ …and what if i say i’m not glum? ❞ she tilts her head, just slightly, a strand of blonde falling loose near her face. the faintest smirk tugs at her lips this time. ❝ what if i just look like this naturally? real ‘stand in the corner of the club like i’m in an indie movie’ type. ❞ another beat. softer now — ❝ …you still gonna play hero? ❞
"I'll tell you what it says. it says 'I love you.' because I love you. and, no offence, but you're wrong." "I'm wrong about what?" "you're wrong about us being on different paths. we're not on different paths, you're my path. and you're always gonna be my path."
the amazing spider-man 2 (2014) dir. marc webb