" with great power comes gr - f ⭒ ck !! i'm late for rent again . . . "
( ji hansol , for rejects hq . ) what's up, silver ?! ji hansol , jake , geomi . twenty three on the verge of turning twenty four . expert at staying up late to work on my latest ( and brightest ! ) idea . most definitely the guy in the friend group you'd host an intervention for ( my mom totally agrees that it's part of my charm , by the way . )
you ever brain rot on a muse so hard you feel like your excited might just force you to implode ?! yeah . . . same here !!!! i'm tenzen, and i'm so eager to shove hansol down everyone's dash!!! ^0^ i am been WAITING and dreaming to write a spider mark and i hope that you all can truly forgive my unoriginality with this one but what was i supposed to do? simply ignore this blessing???? aaaanyways... here's the intro, which also serves as a tldr because i yapped a LOT in my backstory !! additionally, please like this post if you would like me to reach out for plotting !! if you'd like to add me on discord since it's easier to plot there, please let me know!
THE BASICS !!
⭒ born in vancouver, canada, on one of the hottest summer days ever - which is ironic, truly, considering how bad he hates the weather.
⭒ mostly known as jake, though he always secretly preferred to be called hansol.
⭒ though he knew of the gene, he still happened to be a late bloomer: got it in the middle of math class, spurted silky web threads all over the hair of his crush and became a social reject after that!
⭒ his ability is arachnid physiology, by the way.
⭒ which, as you can imagine, didn't do well with people considering that spiders are apparently enemy number one of the state!
⭒ regardless, he somehow got through high school: the lack of party invites forced him to focus more on his studies, which ultimately made him graduate with honours.
⭒ and there was the scholarship too - thank god for it, considering how broke his parents were.
⭒ ( real nice folks, by the way. )
⭒ so went to college in software engineering and his parents moved back to south korea. it was fine, totally. got amazing grades until he started to slip ( which coincidentally happened when he began to play superhero with his friends at night.
⭒ and instead of studying, naturally, he thought it would be a good idea to hack into his grade portals to turn his d's into a's.
⭒ like, honestly, it worked for a month or two. until someone noticed, until he got expelled.
⭒ though truthfully, he honestly didn't care much for school anyways. his only ever felt real drive when perched over his desk at night, working on engineering his own suit: he would get scraps he'd find in mechanical engineering labs, he would spend nights dissecting little gadgets and incorporating them in his suits. he would spend a lot of time with spiders, too - though he hated them at first, he grew to love them. they were like him in more ways than one. so he would study them until he could fully and truly become them.
⭒ he spent the next year or so in vancouver doing just that: engineering his suit, swinging around buildings, and fighting petty ( and not so petty ! ) crimes behind his mask.
⭒ he also conveniently forgot to tell his parents about the whole college thing. ( they always sounded so proud and happy on the phone: did he HAVE to disappoint them ?! )
THE PRESENT . . . ISH !!
⭒ he rushes to south korea upon hearing that his mother is sick : they tell him that it isn't bad over the phone, but when he first visits her, he can see how much she has wilted in the cold hospital bed.
⭒ he doesn't hate seoul because it sucks - he hates it because he can feel it reject him. it doesn't feel like vancouver : he doesn't know each and every corner of the city, he doesn't understand the intricacies of it.
⭒ his parents are still under the impression that he attends school in software engineering, that he has a stable job, that he isn't late on rent every . single . month .
⭒ it takes him a hot minute to adjust, but soon enough he finds himself swinging between the tall buildings of the city. people begin to recognize him here and there, and while most of them talk about him like he is a nuisance (considering the damage he often causes when fighting crime), he still does some good.
⭒ maybe it isn't so bad, after all. maybe with time, it will get better. he has always preferred to be called hansol, anyways.
i'm your biggest fan !!
starring⠀⎯⎯⠀@0woong && @rrachnid !! 🍁
tw: none !
it takes hansol a good second to lock in.
during that time he stares intently ahead of him, gaze piercing straight into the figure mere meters away from him. both at the reception of their apartment building, hansol's mail dumbly forgotten in his hand. the frown on his features is deep, brown eyes filled with concentration as he rummages through his brain, trying to figure out why the stranger nearby seems so . . . familiar.
it isn't the type of familiar that urges him to make a run for it. he doesn't feel like he needs to escape: he definitely doesn't owe the man anything. he isn't in trouble either - no. the familiarity in which arises within hansol is nostalgic, almost. it boosts him with the kind of excitement he only knew as a child.
and god did ji hansol have the fanboy gene as a child .
back when he was jake, back when his shoe size was twice as small as what he currently wears. he isn't sure why his mind goes there, but something within him urges the boy, as he stands by the mail boxes, to revisit every little phase he had. there was the star wars one, naturally, just like every respectable seven year old of his time . . . there was the girl groups rabbit hole he fell into which definitely put him in touch with more of a feminine side of his personality but no !! it wasn't that !!
but then , it all clicks : hansol's eyes widen , his lips part , his body nearly propels itself towards the stranger .
"dude! holy shit, aren't you an aeternal ? or - well , aren't your parents aeternals ?! " his smile is wide, not only feeling proud of cracking the case but also feeling ecstatic to meet such a person in real life. "oh my god! yeah yeah yeah, oh god - i can't believe it! i used to be so crazy about your parents - !! it's you, right?! definitely, no?? it has to be!"
spider complaint center !!
starring⠀⎯⎯⠀@constellieos && @rrachnid !! 🍁
tw: mentions of killing spiders !
ji hansol's anger usually only arises in high stress situations: the ones where adrenaline is pumping through his veins and where, more often than not, he is dodging a punch or two. even then, the boy is able to differentiate such fleeting emotions with what could be real anger. because ji hansol is, above all, a pretty chill, understanding guy.
so as he feels the skin his baggy shorts fail to cover stick and melt against the chair of his desk , he truly convinces himself that he is not angry .
he is peeved, at best. even goes as far as googling synonyms for anger in order to pin point exactly what he is feeling. the heat taking over the apartment alone is suffocating: it's the kind that stops him for leaving a window open, and the kind to wrap around him no matter how strategic the placements of his fans are in his room. and his mind is buzzing: from the warmth and from the herd of tiny spiders rapidly scrambling all over the large surface of his desk. it really all feels like a vicious cycle: the heat, the incessant buzzing in his head, the mimimimimimimi !!! like noise coming from the spiders.
" look , i'm sure she didn't mean to kill him , he probs just for sure scared her or somet- okay , i'm obviously not excusing murder but - UGH - okay !! fine !! i'll go , i'm going , ugh , come here . "
the knock on his roommate's door is rather loud - rather out of character considering how laid back he typically is. and the scene in itself is absurd, he knows it: him standing there, hand raised and open with a little spider at his palm.
"how many times," he begins, skipping the pleasantries of greeting minji. "have i told you. not to kill. the spiders. in this apartment." hansol is certain he can feel his eye twitch then, using all of the self control in the world to keep his voice at a pleasant, polite, tone. he raises his hand a little further up, as if to put the bug under an imaginary spotlight.
💭 10zen speaks !
sorry for being so slow with my starters !! i actually had such a busy week but please expect them to roll out this weekend<3 also, thank you to everyone who has been sending prompts and stuff for the event!! having sm fun. .... !!! i'm gonna post my tracker below as a promise that i did not forget abt u<3
" what were you thinking ? "
starring⠀⎯⎯⠀@wickedhours && @rrachnid !! 🍁
tw: mentions of blood and getting hurt but in a lighthearted way !
" it's not my fault! that one actually isn't my fault! " is what an evidently agitated ji hansol exclaims upon making his way behind the counter of the reception. the way he does it is casual at best - suffocating at worst. perhaps under different circumstances, hansol would have wondered for a second if invading the work space of his good friend sarang is a social etiquette no-no.
now, though, his nose is bleeding hard enough for him not to care about anything else. the way he scans over the desk for a tissue is distracted and a little alarmed, his slightly trembling hand holding onto his face with as much caution as he can muster.
" look , i don't know okay !! i was just kinda like . walking through the building trying to figure out what happened - because believe it or not - i had plans tonight !! and . like . i was kind of like - "
he pauses to take in a sniffle, nearly gagging from the taste of blood. " and then, i was trying to turn the flashlight of my phone on but it wasn't working, because my phone has actually been acting pretty weird for a while - i think i lowkey broke it the other day while i was swinging around and - "
he pauses again, this time to blink and let out a little sigh of impatience towards his own rambling. " and i walked straight into a door. alright. it was half opened and the edge of it fucked me up."
" forget this , i'm going out . you want to come ? "
starring⠀⎯⎯⠀@humblefigs && @rrachnid !! 🍁
rare are the times when hansol puts his bets on god. it's surprising, of course, because there is the uprising: sundays at church, his mother saying grace at the dinner table, his father's soft amen's once she was done, the bounce of his leg under the table as he waited and waited to dive into the meal before him. when thinking of that, he must think of the many last ditch prayers of despair during high school nights as well: knees sinking into the rug of his bedroom, whole body weight against the edge of his bed as he prayed.
" please god , please i promise if you help me get noticed by tasha anderson for the school dance , i'll for real start locking in on sundays !! "
and it isn't like he doesn't believe in god - it is simply that sometimes, he doubts. like now, for instance, as he heads down the reception of his building to request yet another update, a little frown permanent on his features. because of course: the one time he lands a date someone, a whole black out happens.
maybe god exists and simply does not want ji hansol to pull.
but then, there is the silver lining. the other side of the coin: the light at the end of hansol's real lame tunnel. he doesn't notice sumin until she speaks and even then, it takes him a good second to register that she is speaking to . . . him. so he stands there, dumbfounded and a little lost for a moment, finger lamely pointed against his chest to really ensure that she means him.
his hesitance is fleeting: never mind that his roommate is probably waiting for him to come back with an update, never mind that he told his date that he couldn't leave his building because of the black out not even an hour ago. someone wants to hang out - and most importantly, someone wants to hang out with him !!
" fuck yes !! what do you got in mind ? are we going to eat ? aaaare we going to try and figure out what the hell is going on ? what's the vibe ? "
#16 ╱ is it easier to make people love you or hate you?
is it easier to make people love you or hate you ? — " dude , in your case , definitely hate . "
though he laughs , there is the smallest drop of hesitance in his tone . " nah , i'm playing - i mean , these are big words , y'know ? and isn't there a saying about how love and hate are closely related ? i think . . . "
his composure falters in the few little seconds he uses to ponder the question : the chews the words over and over in his head , as if an epiphany will manifest itself . " i don't know why it's so hard for me to say love . maybe in a way , it is easier to say hate so that if i'm wrong , i don't . . . look like a total dumbass , right ? but i think . . love is so strong but can be so fragile , or fleeting . whereas hate seems so much more permanent , right ? i don't think i ever leave a strong enough impression for either of those feelings. " the pause leaves him a little perturbed . " at least not as hansol . "
he stays this way for a second more , until the clear of his throat breaks the awkward silence surrounding him . " why are you even asking such a question . . ? c'mon let's start preparing dinner !! "
when was the last time you cried and why ? — " literally last night . "
his cheeks heat up in the slightest upon answering the question. " look , i know there's like — a stigma — around boys crying or whatever , but when it needs to happen , it needs to happen !! like , i was facetiming with my friend from vancouver the other day and he told me that he hasn't cried in years ? bro . . . that's not a flex ! " he shakes his head , like the mere thought of that conversation is enough to throw him off all over again . " so i said , hey man , if you need anything , seriously , i'm here ! and he was all like - thanks jake , but i know he didn't take me seriously . " he takes a second to blink , wondering why he feels like he is definitely forgetting something . " oh . "
if the building were to burn down , what are the first three things you would grab ? — " my roommie , my laptop , and my suit !! "
" my roommate , because if i leave without her i'll simply never hear the end of it . trust me , that whole fire will somehow be my fault in her narrative !! " he allows the softest of laugh to fly past his lips , a headache forming at the back of his head from the thought of that argument alone. " my laptop , because i have everything in there !! all of my journal entries , all of my blueprints , and even a bunch of limited stickers on the cover of it . plus , in this economy , i definitely cannot afford a new one . . . "
" and my suit , naturally , because it's my most prized possession . "
what's something no one else knows about you ? — " i consider going back to vancouver at least once a week . "
though his tone is light , his words still weigh heavily in the air , a clear sign that he is serious about his statement . " it's not that i don't like it here . . . i just miss home , y'know ? if it weren't for my mom , i would still be living there . "
in another life, where do you think you would be? what would you be doing?
+ @iso1600 : in another life , where do you think you would be ? what would you be doing ? — " i would own a free for all engineering lab . "
his smile is wide as he says so, sparkly eyed and all. " look , just hear me out , alright ? imagine a giant space with work tables where you can come in and work on whatever little inventions you'd like . wouldn't that be fun ? " he hums then , like he is in said room. " i have such difficulty putting my ideas to life because of how hard it is to find space . . . and to find affordable parts . i swear , if i had all of that available ? i'd be unstoppable !! "
his smile fades in the slightest . " but above all , i think i would want a calm life - with my parents by my side , definitely , without all of this . . . existential worry looming over my head , you know ? i'd be back in vancouver , i'd probably want to meet someone and settle down in the suburbs or something cheesy like that . "
[ #8 ] what was the moment you realized your life wouldn't go the way you thought it would?
what was the moment you realized your life wouldn't go the way you thought it would ? — " loaded question , girl !! "
the uncomfortable nature of the question crawls at the back of his neck , and he can feel it hit against his stomach. he laughs anyways , trying to keep it lighthearted. " hmm . . . i mean , it would be easy to say when my abilities manifested , or when my mother got sick . . . or even when they threw me out of school but honestly ? "
he shifts around a little , lips pursed before speaking once more . " it was after my ability showed , when i showed up to play ball with my friends but no one was there . we were stupid young , so there's no hard feeling but i kinda understood that they ditched me . and like , it hurt a bit , y'know ? i knew that things would get a little harder from then on . "
he pauses , until a strained chuckle crawls up his throat and out of his mouth . " but like , i'm totally over it now , it's whatever . . "
describe how your room looks — " dude , like a mess right now . "
" more often than not , it's covered with clothes all over my floor and my desk is usually pretty messy — but hey , its organized chaos , alright ? " his mind definitely runs back to the times his mom used to nag at him to clean his room back in the days . " like , i can't do it if everything is too in order , y'know ? however - "
he sits up then , looking a little more serious than he did seconds ago . " let's be clear , just because my room is messy doesn't mean it's dirty !! i clean it multiple times a week , i clean my floors weekly , change my bed sheets in a timely manner , i even dust and all of that !! "
" though . . . the spider webs aren't entirely my fault , alright ? "
whats something you used to love but now hate ? — " honestly ? going out . "
he offers a little shrug at that , crinkling his nose in thought . " like , i used to loooove going out with my friends and socializing . . . but now , i feel like i have to be back home at nine pm or else i start getting crazy antsy . i think it's because i grew used to having my own company ? i think . . "
his cheeks redden upon feeling this vulnerable all of a sudden . he nervously plays with his fingers as he sits , the laugh flying past his lips awkward and child like , almost. " i think i used to want to surround myself with a lot of people because i craved the validation , y'know ? like . . . if i make these people laugh , and if i try to be the hansol they want me to be , they'll keep me around ? "
he's far too into it now to back out , leg bouncing up and down as he continues . " but it's like - fuck that , y'know ? because that hansol wasn't me , and i already risked too much to please others . so now i'm doing me , and i want to be in bed by nine pm !! "
💭10zen speaks ! itching to write so like this for a random little starter !! capping at 5 + will be short and sweet! if we’re already plotting, i will base myself on what we have so far<3
💭 10zen speaks !
hey ! i finally got to my plot call and i hope that i didn't forget anyone! if i did, feel free to comment below and i'll scramble in your dms .. !! while in the spirit of plotting, though, i came up with a few little plots that i would simply love to write. so if you're into any of these, please let me know !
general plots !!
yes i realize that it's three in the morning and that you probably have work tomorrow, however, i got a crying spider who won't shut up because you allegedly killed her boyfriend! why would you do that? do you know how messed up that is?
this is easily the third night in a row where you find me dumpster diving in the back of the building. okay, look, please don't tell anyone? it's just that i need new parts for some project i'm working on and i'm real fucking broke. well? are you going to help, or are you going to snitch?
you find me in the back of an alley post getting my ass beat and i'm not sure if you're here to laugh at me or help me but regardless, the company is pleasant?
yeah okay we get it you're perfect and the best at what you do and you're never wrong. cool. can you move? i need to use the elevator too. ( which obviously will stop and will obviously force us to be stuck in there for the next three hours. )
oh.. you're the one i trapped in a web last night? hm. . . i knew you looked familiar. it's not my fault you were stealing, though?! what? you weren't stealing and i was horribly mistaken? oh. . . my bad !
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QUESTION PROMPTS
tell me 3 truths and 1 lie, without naming which one is which.
do you wish you had a different ability?
what's your most vivid childhood memory?
when was the last time you lost your temper?
what's the worst thing you've ever done to someone?
if the building were about to burn down, what are the first three things you would grab?
do you think you're redeemable?
what was the moment you realized your life wouldn't go the way you thought it would?
do you think you'll ever make it out of here?
what is the biggest lie you've told?
when was the last time you cried and why?
what's something you used to love but now hate?
if your life paused for a day and you could go anywhere you want and do anything you want, where would you go?
what are three things you like about yourself?
how do you define "home"?
is it easier to make people love you or hate you?
if you could have any other ability, possible or impossible, what would you want?
how do you ask others for help?
in another life, where do you think you would be? what would you be doing?
what (or who) is your silver lining?
describe how your room looks.
what's something no one else knows about you?
do you believe in heroism? in heroes?
how do you escape your reality?
when was the last time you told someone honestly how you felt about them?
STARTER PROMPTS
"it can't get worse than this... right?"
"don't panic, but i think there's something behind you."
"what were you thinking?!"
"did you hear that?"
"i managed to get a candle before they ran out. you want to share?"
"forget this, i'm going to the pool. you want to come?"
"forget this, i'm going out. you want to come?"
"no, you don't get it, you have to help me find [object]."
"my [apartment]/[room] was getting too hot, can i stay here for a while?"
"the scanner won't read my card and i can't get back in, so..."
"do you think they keep the breaker box in the sublevel? i bet i can fix it."
"no way. i'm not going there in the dark."
"come on, we have to see it. when are we ever going to get another chance?"
"i think we're stuck here."
"i didn't know where else to go."
"okay, okay. just stay calm, stay calm, stay calm."
"i'm going out to get food. who knows how long this will last."
"is this a bad time to mention i'm not good with the dark?"
"i heard there's a bonfire at the drive-in."
"it's like these people have never seen the power go out before."