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༺ INDEPENDENT roleplay account for original character. mature content warnings . ♰ 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 by Winter / / 𝘦𝘴𝘵. 2017. × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
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been thinking abt tai's main ( ocean spirit ) verse a lot lately and sigh. it will always be my baby and favoritest creation...... ( in my mind )
my only crimes were loving too much and confusing love with violence and so also extreme violence too i guess also i stole a few things too
[ . . . ] #SP1D3RM4N⸻ peter parker aka spiderman. an original portrayal of spiderman, based predominantly in the mcu. semi-canon compliant, set pre & post brand new day - but has verses in line with most films. penned by bee.
" So, you're cheating on me with a spider in spandex? "
" kitty, please. c'mon... " he takes a big sip from a spider-man shaped cup he bought from a tourist-trap bodega that sells 'I <3 new york' shirts and bags. the straw is bendy and white, meant to resemble web, and makes a loud slurping sound, as he doesn't even look over at his friend. " don't compare yourself to him. nobody can; it'll just make you depressed . . . 'comparison is the thief of joy', you know? let's just enjoy this time together, and ... yo! " he points up at the sky, where a flash of red moving between buildings catches his eye. " there he is! should we catch him— should we say hi ?! "
[ . . . ] #SP1D3RM4N⸻ peter parker aka spiderman. an original portrayal of spiderman, based predominantly in the mcu. this space writes both multi para and short form, and may potentially write without icons. only semi-canon compliant, set pre & post brand new day - but has verses in line with most films. has seen brand new day, spoilers will be tagged with 'bnd sw' - you can also find me here: @hatesdogs, @lambify & @hydraspuppet
⸻ rules & bio under the cut ...
"get lost."
" is that supposed to be insulting ? " he laughs a short laugh, unbothered. " maybe i like being lost— you ever think of that? one time i got lost in the city, in the rain, and guess what i found... ? " when he speaks, it feels like the setup for some kind of deep, thought-provoking lesson... ( himself? no. the meaning of life? certainly not. money? clearly no. ) but it isn't anything of the sort— it's a very simple pleasure, yet one he boasts of calmly but proudly, like he had won the world's greatest lottery: " it was a coupon, for a free plate of nachos. it was lying in the middle of the street and it was rained on— and it was probably expired—but the restaurant still took it from me! i think they felt bad for me . . . but i got my nachos! and that's the kind of deal you can never find, if you never get lost in life, " he sagely explains.
A solitary fisherman’s home keeps watch on quiet Placentia Bay in Newfoundland, Canada, 1974.Photograph by Sam Abell, National Geographic Creative
" I have literally never told a lie. " And if he had, well, that's not his problem - surely's he's innocent in matters like these - surely, if he was dragged to the witness stand, the overlooking juror panel would deem him absolved of all crimes related to truth telling or lack thereof . . .
His judge room day dream is cut short by Taiyang dragging him right back into the present day. " You didn't deny that we're best friends . . . " he mumbles, idly removing the ( nearly new ) belt from his skinny jeans - it had spent the better part of the last hour painfully digging into his waist. It's thrown in the general direction of his 'best friend' before he speaks again: " . . . why are you here anyway? Deal gon' wrong, or something? You better be quick about it, 'cause I'm planning on killing all the assholes in the next room. "
" i made a mistake. it's none of your business, " he petulantly dismisses the question ... before remembering he had kinda made it kitty's business by asking for his accompaniment. fine— ! " . . . undercover cop, " he explains of his panicked fleeing, admitting the truth despite his hurt pride. " he was really convincing... should've been an actor instead of a cop... missed calling, if you ask me, " he muttered coolly, trying to hide his embarrassment. this is where taiyang would have told kitty the story of how he tried to sell a stolen rolls-royce to a plain clothes officer, then ran for his life like a bat out of hell when cops appeared out of the darkness, pointing at least 6 guns at him in an impromptu sting operation. but, he's distracted by the strange mannerisms of the cat before he can start the story, his face scrunching at him in question. " why the hell are you undressing for— ?! " he interrupts, dodging the belt tossed his way, and staring at it briefly in utter confusion. he squints at the pink haired criminal with doubts... but growing curiosity. unusual, but perhaps intriguing methods were being developed in front of his eyes. " how are you planning to kill them, exactly... ? " he forgets to ask the perhaps more pressing question of why.
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" okay ... the old lady thing was already a stretch, but i don't have an ass, so now i know you're lying ! " kitty just has to rub it in , doesn't he ? ( some might say taiyang has the lithe, sleek build of a panther, or some other graceful, elegant thing . . . others would simply say he is kinda tall, slim, and has no ass. )
so maybe kitty wasn't stalking him . . . but he was definitely up to something. " fine, i don't care if you trust me. i don't trust you either. but since we're both in the same place at the same time, and neither of us want to die, we work together on this. agree ? " he doesn't ask it like much of a question, and he should know better about ordering the cat around, ( cat's were not known for their obedience ) but he hopes kitty's logic and survival instincts will override his feline pettiness...
@52232
" ... well, not that well, no. " he's pretty sure that was a rhetorical question ─ more of an insult than anything, really ─ but taiyang answers it anyway. " i'm not from here, okay?! " he snaps, somewhat defensively, but mostly, he's just tired and stressed and more than a little scared. " i just don't think . . . " he starts, but the words trail off. how is he supposed to offer an alternative theory? or any theory at all? he's no professor... an 'eye virus', huh . . . that's what professor takayama thinks... taiyang finally cuts his pacing short, and sits down─ abruptly. ( round and round he walked, but he was going nowhere. ) " . . . have you MET anyone who watched the tapes? have you seen what happens to them? if you did, I don't think you'd be calling it a... a 'eye virus', " he dismisses, hardly polite. exhaustion had robbed him of the last of his social niceties. but he picks up the newspaper anyway, and tries his best to decipher it. honestly, he hopes what ryuji says is true. he hopes he reads these pages, and within them, finds a rush of relief, seeing that after all, it's nothing more than an 'eye virus' ! . . . but he doesn't think that's going to happen. " you don't believe in ghosts, do you ? " he asks the man, not looking up at him as he sifts through the words in the newspaper. ( picking up bits and pieces of information, but most of it, he skims over, uninterested in the text. it feels useless to pretend. he knows the answer is not in this article. ) " . . . i didn't used to either, " he mutters, under his breath.
i'm gonna try to clean up tai's carrd & pages soon and i have so much writing inspo !! i think i am back fr FOR REALSIES THIS TIME, NOT CLICKBAIT
i'm gonna try to clean up tai's carrd & pages soon and i have so much writing inspo !! i think i am back fr FOR REALSIES THIS TIME, NOT CLICKBAIT
‵ ⚘ *・'𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭. ･ ′
They were likely several kilometers inland, quite a ways away from his element. Roxanne knew he would brave anything with her, numerous adventures and misadventures could attest to that. Today was different, just at the foot of what appeared to be a nondescript knoll nestled within a clearing, Roxanne stood arms akimbo like some sort of strange, abandoned effigy. The sparse beams of early morning light piercing through the canopy of evergreens and broad-leafed trees, served their purpose in amplifying the mystery around this place.
❝Here it is, the old stomping grounds. My summers spent as a kid here, and my safe haven.❞
There was a beat of silence save for the sound of rustling grass and the occasional trill of birdsong before Roxanne began circle around to the east side of the knoll. She beckoned Taiyang to follow her until she found the hidden entry point, concealed beneath a dense mat of grass, moss, and other vegetation. She pushed it aside to reveal a wooden door made of yellow cedar and disarmed the wards, allowing them entry inside.
❝My grandmother built a pithouse all the way out here as an anchor point for us to spend time together. She cannot stay in one place, but she can settle here for a bit. It's also a place for when we want to get away from the city... and other things. Think of it as an enchanted Airbnb!❞
The cozy interior smelled of wildflowers, sweetgrass, and a hint of smoke. The subterranean, earth-packed walls were draped with blankets and other warm-coloured textiles. A fire pit sat at the centre, next to a wooden ladder that led up toward the zenith of the domed ceiling where a hatch could be opened from the inside to let more light in, or let the smoke out. As Roxanne slipped her shoes off upon the inlaid hardwood floor, it was though she easily melted into the domesticated setting ⏤ as though the charm and novelty of this strange corner of her world were completely mundane. She turned and leaned against a wooden support beam with a smile.
❝Questions? Compliments?❞
a hidden clearing bathed in dappled light, exuding the scent of damp earth with @velvetineblue
The air feels different out here. Alive, and faintly charged, like sun rays caught in dust, suspended all around them. But he isn't sure that there's anything supernatural about that-- not any more than your average forest cove. Nature, even in it's most mundane form, had a way of feeling otherworldly... " All the way out here, huh...? " He remarks, taking slow steps behind her, with a subtle reverence for what was clearly a place of great meaning to her. He gently pushes the door aside, and closes it, as if to protect the sanctity-- an unnecessary step, probably, as the wards would do that even better than a physical door-- but it's a habit borne of time among humanity. " So, was your grandma a hobbit ? Or like a garden gnome ? " He asks, looking around the earthy shelter which though it may not have been intended to, imparted a certain note of whimsical fantasy when compared to the very urban world he was accustomed to. (She knows he'll have meant no harm by the comment; he's just a being with a very low instinct for tact.) The next part, however, was in fact jest that he knows and understands if she takes offense to-- but he can't help it; it's in his nature to tease her. " 'Explains why you're so short. " He concluded with a thoughtful nod at her small stature, having satisfied himself with that explanation. After a circular stroll through the place, examining the remnants of her family, a quiet place of protection... he turns to her, with a genuine curiosity. "What was she like? Or-- still like." He had a grandmother who protected him, too. More, perhaps, than anyone else. He wonders, if in another life, his and hers could've been friends... They probably would have been the closest of friends, just like them, he thinks.
