not a fan of closed doors.

[thxspideyguy-blog]

Peter tensed, senses skyrocketing as if he had been struck, and he looked sharply to the left. Blocks down, he could feel that same, familiar presence from before. Cindy. It felt like a pull. Something purely magnetic and impossible to ignore. Even back when they had met, their connection had felt irrepressible, and it had puzzled him just as much then as it did now. 

A beat of hesitance passed before he bit his lip and sighed, tugging his mask down and detaching himself from the wall of a building to swing down a few blocks, towards the pull. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Cindy, because honestly, she was great. Someone he would want to be friends with, without a doubt. But the magnetic aspect of their interactions was mildly off putting. Though, if he could actually explain it, it might be easier to deal with.

His feet hit the ground just past a street corner, shadows falling over him in order to hide from any wandering eyes. He eyed her for a moment, unable to keep from smiling a little when she tucked away a phone. Huh, so she was catching up with the times. Neat. “I think your phone is more recent than mine. Not sure how I feel about that.”

[siilked-blog]

One second she is wrapped up in the device before her eyes, the next it is long forgotten. She feels him before she sees him. It’s like a rush that runs over her body, sparking every nerve ending in her body, its both electrifying and so incredibly annoying. It’s like she doesn’t even have control over her own body when he’s near and she’s stuck between whether or not she likes it or hates it. She likes Peter, that much she knows, he’s a nice guy, smart and easy going. Helped her as much as she allowed, bailed her out of bad situations once or twice. However, this striking sensation that built up whenever he was around was almost too much, like if she stayed too long one of them was bound to explode.

Cindy closes her eyes as she tries to zone in on which side he’s coming from, her silk senses let her know he’s making his way in from the left. She opens her eyes as she searches for him now, her orbs looking for the red and blue streak she knows too well. The closer he gets, the harder he is to ignore and she knew if she left now, he’d know she left. He’d think she didn’t want to see him. He might be half right. 

“Perks of working for Fact Channel.” She says as she looks at him, suppressing the burning song her body sings whenever he is near. “I’m pretty sure they give us these as some form of control, if I could only figure out how to use the damn thing.” She shamelessly admits, Cindy’s been having a hard time with the new tech for a while now, this they both know well. Hell would freeze over before she would ask for help though, they knew that even more.

“Haven’t seen you in a hot minute, busy are you?”

[siilked-blog]

☂

☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm.

She should’ve known when to say when. That was her problem, Cindy knew her limits but, she never abided by them. She would fight and fight until she was so low on energy she would probably not even make it home. She’s bloodied and bruised and only managed to silk herself up a t-shirt and some thin leggings. She’s shaking and its starting to rain and she debates on calling Peter, the thought of his disappointment or his questions is enough to distance herself from the idea.

The rain is light and she feels the groan building up as she sits on the park bench. She needs to sit for just a minute, just breathe. Soon enough it’s been fifteen and she’s freezing, her energy levels are lower than she thought. She’s shaking and one minute she’s alone and then there’s a redhead who seems to be making her way home. The girl spots Cindy and Cindy figures she must look pretty bad because she offers her jumper to her. 

“I-Thank you.” Cindy thanks softly with little hesitation as she slips the new layer on. Her previously exposed skin thanking her for the coverage. She bites her lip and tries not to look like she just fought off men twice her size. “If you could give me an address, I promise to return it.”

[siilked-blog]

♡ = complimenting them

♡ = complimenting them.

“Oh? Me?” Cindy points to herself questionably, there’s an awkward look on her face. It isn’t that she isn’t confident, her confidence is well, it’s not terrible. Its the fact that she isn’t exactly looking her best today, she hasn’t slept in a week, she’s got aches in her bones and her hair is in probably the messiest bun in the entire world. Still, Cindy sensed a form of sincerity and felt the blush creep into her cheeks, curse whatever evolution went into making humans blush.

“I-Thank you. You too? I don’t know, okay bye!” She stumbled upon her words and with a painfully managed smile she scurried off into work.

[xhydraviper-blog]

“Ready for round two? I can go all day, darling. ”

[siilked-blog]

“If you honestly think that’s all I got, well...” Cindy stumbles on her words, she’s taken some good hits, she isn’t matched in this fight but, that doesn’t stop her. “Well then you’re really mistaken!” Great Cindy, great comeback. Her words are not as confident as before and she curses the way her voice broke in her exhaustion. Her silky webs run out of her fingers but, even she can sense the toll this fight is having. Her energy won’t last much longer.

[siilked-blog]

What the Puck? {Cindy & Wardo}

@snapshot-wardo31

So she’s probably going to be up all night writing up her next article. So she’s probably going to get seventy different silk-senses during that article. So she’s probably not going to find the vitamins and nutrients she needs from this hotdog but, god she was starving. She patiently waits for the man to prepare her hotdog, though patience is clearly not her best quality, she’s practically shaking in anticipation by the time she gets her first meal of that day. Cindy had skipped breakfast when she realized how late she was for work, making it with just a minute to spare. Work however became interrupted when she heard the cries for help, a local connivence store had been robbed and Silk was on the scene.

Cindy made it almost without a scratch, there was one cut on her thigh that was annoying her more than it caused any pain. Then there was the matter of the cops that tried to get into her face after she had helped them, it was safe to say she just wanted to enjoy her food. Cindy thanked the man for her hotdog and paid for it, he hadn’t exactly liked the looked of her crumpled up money but it wasn’t like she could help it, or she could but really who carried a wallet around anyway? Adults, Cindy thought with an annoyed look, Adults carry wallets.

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

[siilked-blog]

Beverage, Escape, Hobby

Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why?

Cindy drank orange soda the entire time she was in the bunker, to say she can’t stand the sight of it is an severe understatement. However Cindy loves Boba Tea whenever she gets a chance to buy it. Daily, if the day allows, Cindy drinks pomegranate tea as it was her mother’s tea, she isn’t sure if she loves the taste or the way the taste makes her feel somehow close to her mother.

Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it?

Punch people. Whenever she is overwhelmed or finding herself falling into despair, Cindy dons her Silk suit and hits the streets. She fights crime and no matter how petty the criminal, Cindy will go after them. It is pretty successful for the initial moment, it isn’t that great later when she’s all by herself again. 

Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

Hockey. Cindy’s passion for hockey knows no bounds and since she was in grade school all she wanted to do was play on the ice. After being locked away, she felt such a disconnection with herself as she felt the most alive and well when she was shredding left and right. Now Cindy goes to a ice rink after hours and shoots some pucks, it makes her feel a strange kind of happiness. It’s the most fun she has apart from being a superhero. 

[yourfuckingmuse]

A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play? Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details? Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo? Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long? Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising? Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper? Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it? Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others? Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence? Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about? Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks? Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head? Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big? Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces? X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves? Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about? Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

[rpfunstuff]

Ask my muse for advice on or off anon.

this doesn’t necessarily mean it will be good advice that you should follow, fyi.

[targetx]

“It is not as bad as it looks.”

It’s the only grumbled explanation she is willing to give when she realises someone’s staring at her. After all, it’s not like the bruises and cuts are going to be there for much longer.

[siilked-blog]

"Still, it looks pretty bad.” Cindy offers, clad in her silk costume as she takes note of the girl’s injuries. Her silk sense was going crazy, it had lead her right to her. 

[iron-rand-danny-fist]

Danny nodded. “I know what you mean. I inherited my company rather than build it.” He said with a small chuckle. “When both my father and his business partner passed I inherited it.” Danny shrugged. “I have a lot of help running it though.”

[siilked-blog]

"I see we all have our own hard chapters,” Cindy offers with a softer look, an understanding one. “My parents, we’ve had some distance issues.” She puts into the simplest terms possible, there’s no guidebook to telling people your parents are messing and you were locked in a bunker for almost half of your life. “That’s great, I mean a helping hand is always great, not the my father passed bit, wow I should stop talking...” She feels the nervous smile come onto her face, followed by a wince. Get it together, Cindy!

[iron-rand-danny-fist]

“Ah well, that’s one difference between you and me. I am my own boss.” 

[siilked-blog]

“Massive difference then, that’s um...good for you?” She says that in the most sincere way, she didn’t know how to answer that if she was honest, “I couldn’t imagine being my own boss, at least not when it comes to work.” Cindy honestly offers, she could boss herself in these crime ridden streets but, for the most part the girl wasn’t really cutting it at being a responsible adult.

[plxntisms-deactivated20180331]

     “Uhm– the seat here’s free, if you want…”

[siilked-blog]

“Thanks,” Cindy said as she slumped herself down next to her, she’d been out pretty late last night, silking these streets up and then had work at 8am sharp, “Normally subway people are jerks.” 

[iron-rand-danny-fist]

Yes I look young. No I am not young. I’m 28. 

[siilked-blog]

“Looks like it’s you and me, I’m Twenty-Four and my boss still thinks I’m Fifteen.”

[siilked-blog]

Prior to the bunker, Cindy had managed to get the first generation apple iPhone and thought technology couldn’t go any further because that had been revolutionary. She’d been pretty wrong. Since then, the girl had been tinkering with everything and there she was, with the huge new iphone. Trying not to look like a total nerd as she zoomed the camera in and out, Cindy’s silk sense lit up once she felt someone approaching her, or just in her ray of personal space.

She turned to figured out who it was, hoping she wouldn’t be late back to work again. Bad guys didn’t usually care about that kind of stuff.

[siilked-blog]

tag haul (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[cleocazo]

  — ❝ i survived,                    but i P A I D for it. ❞