My name is Lilac, or necrotic (whichever you prefer) I am a 21 year old she/her and I've been roleplaying for about 10 years. I am a multifandom with OCS galore!(Which I will be posting). I've never been good at the whole making my account look fancy so I do apologize for how it looks right now. Below the more area will be my rules and some other things, don't be afraid to send me a dm or and ask to roleplay or just wanting to talk! I am also a mobile roleplayer so apologies if my threads get too long. I can't exactly cut them 😓
I will not do anything that is against my character's will or any characters will. I refuse to do anything that involves sexual assault in any shape or form
I am a 21 year old woman, I will not roleplay will children. Minors do not interact.
Roleplay is a hobby not a job. If you're not having fun and would like to change or try something new. Please tell me
If the roleplay is getting uncomfortable for your standards. Please tell me, im A-okay with changing things up
I don't use icons or anything when I try to roleplay, I have no idea how people do that and I haven't had anyone show me how to 😅 (if you're willing to teach me, it would be much appreciated) you can use them if you wish I just personally can't.
I roleplay in paragraphs! I, myself, love writing but if I'm writing too little or not enough by your standards. Please tell me!
Usual genres for me are romance/angst/horror. I also do platonic and family dynamics! I do allow smut (but don't do it often)
Don't be afraid to send me a dm or questions! I won't bite and I'll definitely get back to you as soon as I can
That's all I can think of at the moment, will add more later if needed!
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New roleplay account over at @crimsonxlilacs ! Made a new one so I can have more of a theme and to get my duckies in a row! Still a work in progress as I try and navigate around stuff lmao
Penelope hummed happily as she landed gracefully on top of one of the taller buildings in new York with a web crafted messanger bag on her hip. With gentle movement she took it off and opened it up while walking to the edge of the roof top, plopping down on the side dangling her legs. Inside this bag was her dinner, a nice (and expensive) helping of sushi. She had recently gotten paid and had a bit left over so she had decided to splurge a bit.
She sighed happily, as tonight had been more quiet than usual. No evil villain running amok and terrorizing the locals or any hooligans causing trouble. Tonight was peaceful..that was till she near the sound of the roof tops door opening loudly. Her whole body jumped and her head snapped to the sound, she was more than ready to deal with whoever decided was a grand idea to be up here late at night but her guard was quickly lowered when met with her new found significant other.
"geez frank, can you open a door like a regular person?" She sighed letting her tense shoulders fall and raised her mask so her mouth was free. "I get you were in the army but not every door is your enemy." She joked while opening up her styrofoam take out tray.
Shooting her a slightly quizzical expression at her mumbling, Frank's head tilted in what was almost an adorable look of cluelessness as he dutifully took the fork from her fingers, brow raised. "Now would be a horrible time to find out 'm allergic to whatever it is you jus' said's in this."
Giving her a slight smirk, he fought the urge to smell whatever it was that she was setting aside before just manning up and spearing it with the fork only to frown in slight confusion when all that happened was the fact that the food just basically... came apart because he was too rough.
"What the.." Muttering under his breath at being bested by food, of all things, he narrowed his eyes and glanced up at her covered face as his own turned a shade or two redder at his inability to properly eat whatever the hell this was. "Don' you dare go makin' jokes about how I can't feed myself." He grumpily huffed before bowing his head, bringing the box plate up to his mouth and bravely shoving the ruined round piece through his lips.
Fully expecting it to taste like the seaweed he thought he spotted in it earlier, Castle was actually surprised to find that this, whatever it was she said it was, wasn't that bad. With a small hum and a pull of his lips upwards in one direction, he nodded his head at the food and her.
Holding a hand up, he gave in. "Alrigh'. It ain't bad. 'm not convinced it's all... the same but, yeah, you're right 'bout this one." Just as he was going to poke at another interesting-looking bit of food, he glanced up before pausing.
"First of all, you make me sound like a horrible Western, you realize that, right? Like a hitman version of a Western movie. Gun-slinger? I don't even call you web-slinger and between the two of us, I think you suit the title much better than me," He shot back, the laugh already spilling from his lips as he leaned back on the concrete, shaking his head.
"Secondly... I ain't got anythin' either. That's not... 'uspicious to you? What're the chances that there's a quiet night in Hell's Kitchen?" He wondered to himself even as he reached out to steal her soda, absentmindedly taking a sip as if he hadn't just done that. "Does that mean we get to have time to ourselves for once?"
Penelope had to turn her head when he speared the sushi, a choked back snort could be heard and her letting out a soft "hoo boy.." as she tried to stifle the laugh. Her head turned back to face him, a big dumb toothed grin on her face as she watched this beast of a man was bested by a little roll of sushi. She allowed him to just take the plate, her hands up since watching him try it was more than entertaining.
"you wouldn't be the first to call me web-slinger. Find it kind of badass." She stretched her back before letting her legs dangle again. They swing back and forth as she looked down at the people below, it was a Friday night and people we're taking that time to party and get absolutely plastered. It was fun to say the least, sitting up so high and just..watching people go by.
She raised a covered brow to him as her head lazily turned "ehh not really? I mean, there's more vigilantes/heros out there than you realise." She made a pssh sound as she looked down at her fingers trying to count how many there were "everyone sort of has their area of new York to deal with? Murdock usually handles Hell's kitchen. I usually hang out around Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx." She explained quite happily, it wasn't everyday she could just spill about her hero work. As stressful as it was, Penelope loved being spinneret. She loved being a hero.
Though soon she went quiet, her shoulders shrugging to his question of them being themselves for the night. Her mouth opened to say something but soon closed as she watched this man steal her sprite. "My drink.." she muttered sounding playfully offended that he took it without asking. "Rude..~" she huffed out before letting out a little laugh, her hand raising up to pull her mask back down once again covering up. Her hands were then placed on her lap, her thumbs rubbing on each other. Penelope knew what he wanted, he wanted that mask off. She wasn't dumb, everyone wanted the mask off especially those closest to her. She trusted him, but she knew his track record. This mask was the thin line between them. If she let him in, more precautions would have to be taken. Oh how hard of a mental battle this was.
"hey..frank?" She asked taking a deep breath. "Um..I.." she didn't know how to word it. How to tell him the real reason why she made so many excuses to not take it off, she wanted him in her personal life but it was a risk for them both to say the least. "I'm sorry." She breathed out "for all the excuses."
Penelope hummed happily as she landed gracefully on top of one of the taller buildings in new York with a web crafted messanger bag on her hip. With gentle movement she took it off and opened it up while walking to the edge of the roof top, plopping down on the side dangling her legs. Inside this bag was her dinner, a nice (and expensive) helping of sushi. She had recently gotten paid and had a bit left over so she had decided to splurge a bit.
She sighed happily, as tonight had been more quiet than usual. No evil villain running amok and terrorizing the locals or any hooligans causing trouble. Tonight was peaceful..that was till she near the sound of the roof tops door opening loudly. Her whole body jumped and her head snapped to the sound, she was more than ready to deal with whoever decided was a grand idea to be up here late at night but her guard was quickly lowered when met with her new found significant other.
"geez frank, can you open a door like a regular person?" She sighed letting her tense shoulders fall and raised her mask so her mouth was free. "I get you were in the army but not every door is your enemy." She joked while opening up her styrofoam take out tray.
He gave the suited-up woman a dry look as he raised a brow, the toe of his boot meeting said door with an equally loud 'slam' as it shut. Blinking twice, he rolled his eyes at her in a playful manner and huffed out a breath in a scoff of a chuckle, head moving slightly from side to side as he walked towards Penelope.
"Ha. Ha. Real funny, sweethear'." Frank deadpanned, his eyes searching her over for any apparent injuries because fuck knows that she wouldn't tell him a damn thing should he have asked and he kept his gait casual until he was satisfied that she was okay.
There wasn't a single person who'd call Castle sexist or say that he didn't think a woman could get the same dirty job done just like he could. But that didn't stop him from wanting to shield people from the aspects of life that not everyone needed to know existed, the world of things that go bump in the dark.
Pushing back his hood with a slight grunt, Frank dropped himself right next to her as he put both arms behind his body, palms against the cement so that he could release some of the tension that was pulsing through his blood. Call him a fuckin' idiot for thinking it, but the city was just too damned quiet for his liking. Usually meant something would-
Nope, not gonna go there. He thought to himself with a slight shake of his head as he instead focused on the still-masked woman at his side. "Y'know these fuckin' rooftop doors, none of 'em ever seem to realize they have to fuckin' open when someone pushes on 'em." Grousing at her with a smirk, tugging the corner of his lip up, he shrugged a shoulder.
"Gotta get a lil bit rough with 'em sometimes."
Frank couldn't help but wrinkle his nose when he glanced at her lap. He gave her a judgmental look, his chin jerking towards her food. "I don' have a clue how you eat that. It's literally raw fish. Damn, knew I shoulda grabbed a slice before comin' to see ya." He joked as he hid his sigh at the fact that she still didn't feel okay with showing him the face beneath her mask just yet.
He understood why.
He didn't have to like it, did he?
"You takin' the night off, honey, or is everythin' reaaaal goddamn slow for you too?"
"maybe I should start acting like a roof door..~" she muttered under her breath but was quick to cover it with a laugh, her legs coming up to cross so she didn't accidentally drop her little box of food. She pulled out two forks that came with her food and offered him one even though he made it clear about the sushi.
"that's sushimi, different from this. It's like a mix of crab and fried shrimp. Well that one is, fried tempura with some cream cheese etc etc." she rambled while moving the box to the side so that the open lid was facing him; sort of like a little plate, before propping it up with her knee and placing a few pieces she think he'd maybe like if he didn't well, more for her.
Though with a fork in her mouth after shoving the food in it, Penelope looked up at him then out to the city before just shrugging "dunno." She said before swallowing her food "I mean, yeah? I guess. Nothin's been really going off. No alarms, no Spidey sense. Nothin'." She turned her head to him, her eyes scanning him through the mask looking him dead in his eyes. He was going to ask her again wasn't he..- maybe. Maybe if she didn't bring it up he wouldn't and this night would go smoothly?
She cleared her throat turning her head back down to the food but also keeping an eye down below Incase anyone suspicious passed by, "what about you Mr. Gun slinger? Got a hit out for anyone or are you taking a night off?" She asked the ends of her lips turning upwards to a cheeky smirk.
Penelope hummed happily as she landed gracefully on top of one of the taller buildings in new York with a web crafted messanger bag on her hip. With gentle movement she took it off and opened it up while walking to the edge of the roof top, plopping down on the side dangling her legs. Inside this bag was her dinner, a nice (and expensive) helping of sushi. She had recently gotten paid and had a bit left over so she had decided to splurge a bit.
She sighed happily, as tonight had been more quiet than usual. No evil villain running amok and terrorizing the locals or any hooligans causing trouble. Tonight was peaceful..that was till she near the sound of the roof tops door opening loudly. Her whole body jumped and her head snapped to the sound, she was more than ready to deal with whoever decided was a grand idea to be up here late at night but her guard was quickly lowered when met with her new found significant other.
"geez frank, can you open a door like a regular person?" She sighed letting her tense shoulders fall and raised her mask so her mouth was free. "I get you were in the army but not every door is your enemy." She joked while opening up her styrofoam take out tray.
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was the only sound your friendly neighborhood Spider heard as she swung from building to building lazily following behind a man frantically riding his bike trying to get away from her. His head whipped back firing a few shots at her with his dollar store gun (it was an actual gun) "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BITCH!" He screamed out while laughing thinking he was easily out riding spinneret when in reality she was just letting her prey ware himself out. Penelope Parker aka Spinneret had been following this criminal for the past 20 minutes, why didn't she just grab him and take him in? Well because to ight had been quiet and she was. Well. Bored! So in the name of brain stimulation and a reason to just sling around, spinneret allowed this criminal to 'get away' and pretend to lag behind him when in reality she was just letting this man put himself in his own corner or tire himself out.
But as soon as the fun started it quickly ended as the jerk bag suddenly slid his bike's back wheel doing a sharp turn down an alley way under construction thinking he could lose her. Without a second thought he quickly hopped off the bike and trashed it next to some dumpsters before hightailing it down the alleyway dodging and jumping over beams. His head snapped left and right his eyes searching for a place to hide. A grin spread on his masked lips as he ran to a near by metal trash can, anxiously he kept turning his head behind him as he took the trash from the little metal trash can and tossed it into the dumpster right next to it then hopped in closing the lid right on top of himself thinking this was an amazing place to hide.
Spinneret sighed watching him take the sharp turn into the alleyway, taking a moment to do a front flip and land on her feet. She placed her hands on her hips as she walked down the way taking in the scene around her. This game of cat and mouse was getting boring and honestly now she just wanted to go home or relax like a lazy cat on top of a building. But this was her job and she needed him up and outta here before she was allowed relaxation. Her eyes scanned the area, having Enhanced vision really came in handy when you're trying to deduce where your enemy went. She stopped in the middle of the alleyway and reared back her foot, with a grin to herself she let her foot go crashing it into a near by can sending it into a near by wall. The sound of the metal loudly clanging into the wall sent mice, rats, cats, and her suspect scrambling. Yes as soon as the can hit the wall and the sound echoed loudly through the alleyway her suspect knocked over his own hiding place trying to scramble away "Geez, adrenaline really does make people do stupid things!" Spinneret giggled before thwiping multiple webs at the guy stopping him in his tracks and tying him up against a wall forcing him to sit still. "You know, there were a lot more options than here. I mean. Metal trashcan? Really?" She laughed sticking the bag of money to the wall neck to him then webbed his mouth shut.
"you're gonna have to hang here a while till the police get here! Byee!" She waved laughing as she slung a web at a near by wall throwing herself into the air allowing her to sit on top and jump across from building to building till she got her her favorite spot. She let out a breath and stretched happily before plopping down on the edge of the building with her legs dangling taking in the beautiful lights of new York.
❝ everybody wants to be my enemy. ❞
❝ you’re our leader. they follow you. i follow you. ❞
❝ i've seen miracles spring from the hands of mages many times, but so often, they turned to horrors. ❞
❝ why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? for love. ❞
❝ in my experience, no one in power is innocent. ❞
❝ i don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth. ❞
❝ i keep telling myself that you're different. but you're not. ❞
❝ i haven't insulted your intelligence. do not insult mine. ❞
❝ if you see the opening...take the shot. ❞
❝ it's me. your vile villainess. the author of your nightmares. ❞
❝ you have no inkling what family is to me. ❞
❝ our paths diverged long ago. it was affection that held us together. ❞
❝ i'm done blaming myself for your mistakes. ❞
❝ there's one thing i know in my bones. there is no force in this world that can control you. ❞
❝ your talents can be used to build, instead of destroy. ❞
❝ no beast is more savage than man. ❞
❝ i am the dirt under your nails. nothing's gonna clean me out. ❞
❝ the dirt was on both our hands. ❞
❝ stick your head in the dirt if you want, but this fantasy you've been living out here, it's not gonna last forever. ❞
❝ now people avert their gaze when i roll by. ❞
❝ still giving me the silent treatment, huh? ❞
❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞
❝ playing coy doesn't suit you, love. ❞
❝ is it bad that i'm making friends with my demons? ❞
❝ can i do the right thing for the wrong reason? ❞
❝ ever since you dropped into my life, it's like i put on glasses. ❞
❝ jeez, lady, you crazy? talking to dead people. ❞
❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞
❝ that's a past life, kid. and it was about as sweet as last year's milk. ❞
❝ why is peace always the justification for violence? ❞
❝ haven't i done you enough favors? ❞
❝ i must say goodbye to this place now. to you. ❞
❝ you got that look in your eye again. what are you planning? ❞
❝ people have lost their heads for less. ❞
❝ everyone in my life has changed. promise me you won't change. ❞
❝ wrath must be met with wrath. ❞
❝ what you've stolen…is more precious than any gold. ❞
❝ i apologize for the intrusion. i was attempting to sneak in. ❞
❝ address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut. ❞
❝ this is what you asked for. heavy is the crown. ❞
❝ and then what? you take what you need, hang me out to dry? ❞
❝ do you realize how easy it was for me to track you down here? ❞
❝ awful, isn't it? losing a loved one. ❞
❝ i'm sorry. i’m not comfortable trusting our fates to chance. ❞
❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞
❝ whether i'm pulling the pin or not, everyone who gets close to me dies. ❞
❝ you walk along the edge of danger and it will change you. ❞
❝ your youth betrays you. patience is a product of age. both of which i possess in abundance. ❞
❝ we gotta choose right now whether we're gonna throw in the towel or make a stand together. ❞
❝ i had a different name back then, you know. ❞
❝ when will you admit that this is just one of your fantasies? ❞
❝ my arrogance led me to take on more than i could handle. ❞
❝ such force must be a final resort. ❞
❝ in my experience, only guilty men answer accusations with silence. ❞
❝ every time it seems like we might catch a break. ❞
❝ you're a monster. why? why do all this? ❞
❝ i must ask you to surrender your weapons. this is a place of peace. ❞
❝ i still think it's a dumb idea. but i guess you won, and a deal's a deal. ❞
❝ it’s nice to know there are still good ones left. ❞
❝ i promise, it's the last offer you're gonna get. ❞
❝ no matter what i do, i just can’t seem to die. ❞
❝ maybe i underestimated you. maybe you have the strength i do not. ❞
❝ you don't actually need my help. you haven't for a long time. ❞
❝ like it or not, we're in this mess together. ❞
❝ compassion. hate. two sides of the same coin. ❞
❝ i have a plan. you’re not gonna like it. ❞
❝ come closer, will you, babe? ❞
❝ i'd feared i wouldn't have the chance to speak with you again. ❞
❝ you here to finish me off? ❞
❝ i thought you were on our side. ❞
❝ what is up with you? you've been out of it all day. ❞
❝ as good as it feels to pour everyone's drink, you need to fill your own cup every now and again. ❞
❝ you must destroy it. it corrupts. consumes. ❞
❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞
❝ we do not lament a warrior's death. we avenge it. ❞
❝ for the gifted, arrogance is the ultimate threat. ❞
❝ why do you persist? after everything i've done? ❞
❝ you're not alone. look at my shadow right behind you like a ghost. ❞
❝ there is nothing to gain from this senseless bloodshed. ❞
❝ i choose wrong every time. and because of it, i've lost everyone. ❞
❝ go. before i do something i regret. ❞
❝ i don't wanna lose what makes me "me" chasing some wild dream. ❞
❝ i'm gonna find a way back, with or without you. ❞
❝ i'm sorry. i've been an idiot. and an ass. you're hurting too. ❞
❝ one's thoughts are more easily gathered in isolation. ❞
❝ all right, out with it. what do you want from me? ❞
❝ hey, in case i don't remember to tell you tomorrow, you've always meant the world to me. ❞
❝ you ever wish you could just stay in one moment? ❞
❝ if you're here to kill me, make sure to finish the job. ❞
❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞
❝ i must say that since i've met you, i've truly lived. ❞
❝ never seen you give up on anything. ❞
❝ i have the feeling that you'll be running this place soon. ❞
❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞
❝ i'm choosing to fight. and i pray that you will join me. ❞
❝ this place will grow on you. you'll see. ❞
❝ you're never gonna give up on me, are you? ❞
❝ i think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away. ❞
❝ hating you…i've hated myself. i just don't have the energy for it any longer. ❞
❝ greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive. ❞
❝ oh, don't get all mushy on me now. ❞
❝ i'm always with you. even when we're worlds apart. ❞
❝ just 'cause you're having a bad day, don't take it out on me. ❞
❝ look at the price of your ambition. you've sacrificed everything. ❞
❝ you taught me the best lies come wrapped in truth. ❞
❝ i feel like i woke up in the wrong universe. ❞
❝ oh, spare the sympathy. ❞
❝ uh, you do realize code phrases don't work when you make them up on the spot? ❞
❝ desperation is the doorway to oblivion. ❞
❝ it was a mistake to come here. ❞
❝ this will have consequences. ❞
❝ i know it's my fault that i'm here all alone. ❞
❝ if you choose to flee, don't stop running. ❞
❝ go and make some mistakes. you live and you learn. ❞
❝ let me guess. you think i'm holding myself back. ❞
❝ i have people back home who need me. ❞
❝ i’m sorry i haven’t been around. ❞
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"shit." Penelope muttered as she swung through the city of London, thwip after thwip of spider webs were flicked from the woman's wrists as she raced through trying to get to her destination even though she was at least 30 minutes late already. "Shit shit shit!" She cussed, why was she so hellbent on trying to get there even though she was clearly late? And why was the new York hero in London? Well she was here because her dearest friends Gwen and MJ wanted to visit for vacation for a few months and decided to drag the spider woman with them so that she'd finally relax. Now where was she going? Well she was trying to get to her date destination but had been side tracked by her heroic responsibility.
While on this lovely vacation Penelope had met a lovely person that she had clicked with exponentially; she met him a month back at an Egyptian museum. He was someone that simply worked the sales floor instead of being a tour guide which honestly baffled the woman at the time since she and him talked for a good while about the Egyptian history before he had gotten in trouble for talking instead of selling. They ended up exchanging phone numbers and for hours they would speak about their interests. Shutting up was never an answer for them.
With an experienced flip backwards, Penelope gracefully landed into a nearby alleyway. A quick look around to make sure no one was looking, she quickly stripped herself of her spider suit and shoved it into her messenger bag before pulling out her actual outfit; with semi skilled movement penel was able to get her semi decent outfit on (which was just a nice shirt and some jeans. Girl doesn't know how to dress for an occasion) and finally started walking down the street heading to the restaurant he had picked out that had vegan options. "Steven!" Penelope nearly shouted, she let out an audible sigh in relief that he was still there and gave him a sheepish smile "I am so sorry Im late, I lost track of time and what I was doing was keeping all of my attention but I'm here! Hi!"
human? Mutant? Spider person? It's a toss up really
ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
5'8
𝔼𝕪𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣
Brown eyes
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣
Dark brown
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖
Short curly bob that goes to her jawline since it's easier to hide under a mask
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣
Honey
𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤
Not really since she has that spider person accelerated healing!
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤
None since the accelerated healing doesn't allow ink to stay long sadly.
ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤
Just a tongue piercing that she has to keep reopening
𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤
her canines are fang, her nails are basically claws, and she's got six specific freckles. Three under each eye which are actually much smaller black eyes. Technically she's got 8 eyes yet still had trouble seeing at night!?
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𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
fast, webslinger, crawling on walls. Even went so far as to make a giant web just to skitter across
𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤
Simple metal retractable Bo Staff she made herself
english
French
Spanish
ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕖𝕒𝕣
Spidey suit!! (I don't have a picture for it yet :/)
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Penelope is the type to put others before herself, after not being able to save her uncle Ben she has forced herself to be a non-stop crime fighting. Under the mask she has a huge confidence boost and is able to socialize with those around her since well no one knows who she is. Outside though she is really really bad at talking to people and tends to be more of a introvert than extrovert. She has no time for relationships and only has her two friends MJ and Gwen. Her her it's hard for her to keep eye contact without her mask. She's a book loving worm who enjoys dance and art since it allows her to express herself in ways she likes. She does enjoy the company of her friends and those she trusts. once you get to know her she's a huge sweetheart! Though through her years as being the friendly neighborhood spider, her confidence in being a spider woman has dwindled since she is more hated than loved (she doesn't realize half of the time she's many children's heros). She DOES NOT kill and is mostly against killing. She's like neutral good.
𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤
seafood
Drawing
Dnd (she's a DM for MJ and Gwen)
the Color teal
Hoodies
Anything fantasy related, adores the Lord of the rings
𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤
people trying to take her mask off or force her to, her identity is something she doesn't mess with. She's got people to keep safe and if anyone knew, she wouldn't know what to do with herself if they were harmed
being forced to use the subway most of the time
People that don't respect her boundaries in the slightest.
ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤
• reading
• drawing
• swinging around new York when she's bored.
• sleeping on top of building like a cat
• gymnastics of course
ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕠𝕟
Agnostic. She's met gods and goddesses (Thor, Loki, avatars etc etc) so she likes to believe there's everything and everything out there
ℙ𝕖𝕥 ℙ𝕖𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕤
* when people litter
* when people make assumptions about spinneret (has to hold her tongue to not give herself away)
ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕒(𝕤)
- deep Water, like oceans or too deep of lakes
- Clowns. She despises clowns
ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤
bites her nails or bounces her leg, all nervous habits
𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤
• actually really good at baking for someone whose a bit impatient and never has time for it
• cross switching
𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕤
She's actually self conscious outside the suit. (also makes terrible dad jokes)
Over explains things. It's not that she doesn't think you're smart or anything, its just a way to make sure both you and herself understand XD
𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤
* Sudden loud noises.
* falling buildings. It's how her uncle Ben died. Crushed by a building she couldn't web up in time.
𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪
She's thoughtfull and tends to keep notes on things her s/o or friends like.
𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪
puts too much stress on herself, thinks she needs to carry everyone's burden. Compares herself to others and overworks herself too much.
ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙(ℙ𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝+𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝)
she's always stressed has a hard time taking care of herself a lot
ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖
outside of her spider suit she usually wears jeans with a t-shirt some sort of hero symbol on it because she's a huge geek when it comes to other heros. Even wears her own merch people make because sometimes they're just too damn cute not to along with some sneakers to go with. She's simple!
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𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣
deceased (passed in a car accident)
𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣
deceased (died while giving birth to her)
𝕊𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤
none
𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤
Uncle Ben: deceased
Aunt may: alive (but very old)
𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥
none at the moment
ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤
Single
𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤
Gwen stacy
MJ
𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤
Gwen stacy
MJ xD
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
Part time artist! She sells digital art online! It's a passion and a past time for her.
ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖
in a cute studio apartment
𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕
Her name is Penelope Benjamin Parker, your run of the mill spider woman. Like any other spider man/woman/animal/person, her uncle Ben had tragically passed causing her to become your neighborhoods friendly spider. Unlike most spiders she was not bit by a radioactive spider but her mother did when she was in the womb. When she was born her mothers spider abilities were passed onto her "technically" classifying her as a mutant(ish?? It's complicated) her mother sadly pass from complications with the birth and her father had also passed away which lead her to being given to her aunt and uncle. Penelope was your all around straight A student in school, got a scholarship to college etc etc. she was an excellent student in science and engineering but didn't make a career in it after college and just had a round about job like anyone else. In her early teens and onwards, Penelope had taken up the mantle of being a hero known as The Spinneret, she thought it would be cool to help the people of her city since it seems no one else was. Her uncle Ben tragically passed when one of her many Nemesis, the green goblin destroyed a building her Uncle had been in she sadly did not make it in time and her uncle passed. She has no relationship but does try to balance her friendships with her versions of MJ (who is a male varient) and Gwen. This woman is 30 and has been shot/stabbed/nearly crushed by buildings/nearly set on fire/ and so many more horrifying things to make sure the people of new York are safe.
Ship: Solas / Inquisitor Lavellan | Rating: General, no warnings. | Wordcount: 1,557 | read on ao3
Lavellan and Solas finally reunite. Spoilers for Dragon Age: The Veilguard.
“She hadn’t crossed the veil because she didn’t understand the fate that awaited them. She had come because a life without him was no life at all.”
…Or: I wasn’t happy with how Dragon Age: The Veilguard ended, so I fixed it.
Lavellan rested her hand lightly on Solas’ shoulder as they moved toward the veil. His hands stayed folded before him, still and distant, as if to move them even slightly would cause him to fall apart.
He would sacrifice himself to repair the ruin he had wrought upon the world, and she would join him.
Her heart ached with the enormity of it. She understood what this meant, the cost of the decision. And though fear coursed through her, she wanted nothing more than to stand beside him, no matter what awaited them on the other side.
Then, as his magic unfurled around them, binding them to the threshold of the unknown, her breath hitched. Some part of her had expected him to turn away from her again, to leave her behind as he had before. It would have been easier, less complicated, to be alone again.
But there was no betrayal. No trick.
In his first unspoken act of freedom—freedom from Mythal, from his duty, from the endless, crushing weight of centuries—he had chosen her. Finally chosen her. And in that choice, however small, was the faintest glimmer of healing, a step toward becoming something simpler, something real.
Her Solas.
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The world beyond the veil was muted, painted in desolation. Shades of ash smeared the sky, and jagged fissures carved into the ground bled into endless chasms, their depths humming a haunting dirge. A heavy stillness hung in the air, broken only by the faint hum of an unseen force—regret, made tangible.
Lavellan’s heart trembled at the sight. Was this where he had been imprisoned? It was a world carved from torment, a prison that mirrored Solas’ soul, haunted by centuries of guilt and unspoken grief. The Dreadwolf’s grief. Fen’Harel’s grief. For they were all one and the same.
She turned her gaze to him, standing beside her like a statue carved from sorrow. His head was bowed and his posture sagged with a defeat she had never seen in him before; a sight more frightening than any battle she’d ever faced. His hands curled into trembling fists at his sides. She remembered those hands, the way they used to hold hers, steady and warm. Now they were shaking, his fingers clenching as if grasping for something unreachable.
“Solas…” She whispered, tentatively, but still he wouldn’t meet her eyes. Instead, his attention remained fixed on the ground, as though the cracks beneath their feet might swallow him whole—or like he wished they would.
Her throat tightened as she watched him. Even now, after all he had done, her heart betrayed her. It throbbed with an unbearable ache for all that was lost. The time spent apart from him. The world’s ruin. Varric…
All of it was his doing. He had left her to pick up the pieces, to shoulder the burden he had passed on to her the day his anchor was branded on her hand.
She should have hated him. Perhaps part of her even wanted to. But as she looked at him now, silhouetted against this wasteland of his own making, hate was impossible.
He was still Solas. The man who had once whispered her name as if it were sacred, who had kissed her like she was his salvation. The man who had walked away—not because he didn’t love her, but because he feared losing her love when she saw what he had to become.
But he didn’t lose her. She loved him. She always had, and despite everything, she still did. That love had never left her—not in the near-decade since he vanished. It had clawed at her heart through every painful day, every sleepless night. And now, standing here in his purgatory, she knew this was where she was meant to be.
She hadn’t crossed the veil because she didn’t understand the fate that awaited them. She had come because a life without him was no life at all.
“Ma Vhenan…” she whispered again, releasing a shaky breath as she let her hand fall from his shoulder to his arm, sliding down until her fingers brushed his palm.
To her surprise, he didn’t pull away. He took her hand, grasping it tightly—desperately—as though she were still his anchor. His head turned slightly, just enough for her to see the edge of his face; jaw clenched, and lips trembling as though he were holding back words—or tears.
She swallowed, fighting back tears herself. What could she even say? She didn’t know whether she wanted to throw herself upon him in loving passion, or scream at him for all that had passed.
…No, that wasn’t right. Anger and grief weighed upon her, as right it should, but she couldn’t fathom even reaching for it right now. Whatever she could say, she was sure, was no worse than what he must have been telling himself for thousands upon thousands of years.
There would be time for her grief, and her anger. But right now...
“There’s…” she trembled, the words like lead in her throat. “There’s so much to—”
Before she could finish, he turned to her fully, his movements abrupt and raw. His lips crashed against hers, and the force of it stole the breath from her lungs.
The kiss was not gentle—it was frantic, desperate, a torrent of everything he had never been able to say. She felt his guilt, his grief, his love pouring into her like a flood that threatened to drown them both.
Tears slipped down her cheeks as she clung to him, her hands grasping desperately at his shoulders. She could feel his anguish in every movement, his overwhelming need to feel her, to hold her, to remind himself that she was real, and here.
When he finally pulled away, it was as if the kiss had shattered something inside him. He staggered back, his legs giving out beneath him as he fell to his knees. His hands clutched at her desperately, his face buried against her legs.
“Ma vhenan,” he choked, his voice raw and trembling, his shoulders heaving with every sob. “After everything I’ve done… I have spent years longing for you, but believing—fearing—that your forgiveness would be an impossibility. For what I had to do… for what I’ve become…”
Her heart shattered at the sound of his voice, broken and unrecognisable. She dropped to her knees beside him, her arms wrapping around him instinctively. He was shaking, his entire body wracked with the weight of his sorrow, and she held him as tightly as she could — for all those years she couldn’t.
“Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you, vhenan,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I saw you everywhere, even in my dreams. And I knew—no matter the distance, no matter the pain—we would find each other again. Var lath vir suledin.”
“You said as much before,” he murmured, his voice a ragged whisper. “But still, I could not let myself believe… I dared not hope you meant those words as truth.”
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her hands cupping his face. “I meant it, Solas. I always meant it.”
For a long moment, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms as though nothing else in existence mattered. Then, when Solas finally pulled back, his hands came up to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing away her tears. His gaze met hers, and in his eyes, she saw everything—his sorrow, his regret, his love.
“Ir abelas, vhenan,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “Ar lath ma. Ar lath ma, vhenan. More than I can express, more than words could allow.”
She smiled softly, her hands covering his as she leaned into his touch. “Be at peace, my heart,” she murmured, resting her forehead against his. “We are together now. Ar lasa mala revas. We are free.”
Solas closed his eyes, his breath gradually steadying as he rested his forehead against hers. In that moment, she saw no remnant of a god, but purely Solas, as Solas. A man who loved her with everything he had.
And then, as her tears fell silently onto the cracked earth, she saw it. A small, fragile flower pushing its way through the tiniest fissure. Its petals were soft and violet, like his eyes, glowing faintly in the muted light. Was it real, or just a trick of her mind? Solas didn’t seem to notice, but when he opened his eyes, a smile touched his lips—a smile that held the softness, the love, she had feared she would never see again.
She smiled back, a quiet, contented curve of her lips. If this prison was born from his regrets, then perhaps there was still hope for them, after all. But whether the future would be truly bright, it no longer mattered to her. Right now, in this shared stillness, all that mattered was him, and her, and the undeniable truth that they were finally together, just as fate had always intended.
Whatever the future held, as long as Solas' hand remained firmly in hers, she knew they would face it side by side.
And for the first time in years, Lavellan felt hopeful.
Ohhhh man of course Lucanis finds Rook’s voice comforting!! Of course he does!! Rook’s voice was the first kind one that he had heard in a year!!! It was Rook’s voice that guided him out of the Ossuary both physically and later mentally!!!! It has been Rook’s voice that wakes him when Spite takes over!!! Of course it’s a comfort!!!!
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