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SPIDEY FAM: CINNAMON ROLL MEME EDITION
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featuring @partyhcrdy, @araniiita, @mjwatscnx and @spdergwns.
a closed starter for @araniiita from here, RE: “I immediately regret this decision.”
“that makes two of us, then.” cindy’s face is shaping to a grimace as she eyes the failed attempt at cookie dough. “are you sure they don’t sell that prepackaged stuff here? because that would be a lot easier than attempting to make...” her nose scrunches as she inspects the bowl once more. “whatever this is supposed to be.” curiosity causes the girl to get a bit of the mix on the wooden spoon she’d been using to combine the ingredients, tasting the slightest bit of their concoction. “it’s... salty? anya, why is it salty?” dropping the spoon, cindy’s nudging the bowl aside with her elbow before she turns away from it, leaning her hip against the kitchen’s counter. “well... that was a flop. do you know how to make anything else?”
a closed starter for @thwipit from here, RE: “I’ll walk you home.”
brows raise when peter offers to walk cindy back to the mansion, an abundance of mischievous thoughts already begin to brew in the back of her mind. “wow, petey, that’s a really generous offer.” she’s stepping up to the buildings edge, overlooking the city as it begins to wind down and prepare for yet another busy day come sunrise. she begins to tightrope walk the raised edge, arms extended outward to aid in her balance despite the fact that she didn’t really need the help. “wouldn’t it be more fun if we... raced home?” cindy is quick to turn on her heels to face the other, hands lifting for the mask of her suit. once it’s pulled up over her mouth, cindy’s flipping backward off of the ledge, a hand extended in the direction of the building that settled on the other side of the street, not too far from where she stood moments ago. her webbing secures to the brick. in just a few short seconds, she’s on her feet once again, waving a hand for peter to join her from the adjacent rooftop.
a closed starter for @mjwatscnx from here, RE: “I’ll walk you home.”
it’s the other’s offer that has cindy sure that peter had decided to keep their classmate in the dark about all things spidey. which meant in true spider solidarity, cindy would do the same. though one day, if mj should discover the identities of both she and peter, she’d have to offer a web-slung guide around manhattan. there was something about seeing everything from above that made the city seem less daunting. truthfully, it was cindy’s preferred viewpoint. “thanks, mj.” a smile graces her features as she reaches to link arms with the other girl. the city was vastly different from back in their time. cindy had always enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city, despite how crazy things may get. the 70′s was a lot calmer, albiet there wasn’t much to hustle and bustle to. “so, how have you been filling up your days? i’m dying out here, scoob.” a bit of laughter leaves her. “i didn’t think i was one of those people who lost their minds without a cell phone but i miss netflix. that’s dumb, isn’t it?”

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a closed starter for @partyhcrdy from here, RE: “Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”
“leesh,” cindy hums, her hand slipping into that of her friend’s. though cindy had always harbored a habit to keep close to her feline friend, after felicia’s rough patch the last couple of days, she tried her best not to leave the other’s side. she couldn’t even imagine what felicia must have been feeling but that didn’t stop her from being there for her friend. cindy knew in her heart that had she been the one in need of a friend, felicia would’ve dropped anything to be by her side, too. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to sound like that. i just -” she’s absentmindedly swinging their hands for a moment. “i hate that you feel like this. that this... has such a hold on you, and makes you feel so crummy when you’re anything but. you... deserve so much better.” their hands come to a stop, and cindy maneuvers her grip to link pinkies with felicia’s. “i know all of this is your own personal feat to conquer but i just want you to know, you’re not going at it alone. you never were.”
partyhcrdy:
five days. she’s been awake for five days. truthfully, felicia doesn’t know how nobody’s noticed that she hasn’t really been herself all week. but every single time she looks at herself in the mirror, she understands why. the dark bags underneath her eyes have been perfectly hidden by makeup, her lips just as red and full as ever and not a single mascara track from tears have ruined her look. she’s been perfectly put together as always, trying her best to compartmentalize the flashing memories that have been bouncing around her mind for the past week. she’s in the large gym today, blonde waves tucked into a messy ponytail, grunting slightly as she’s throwing punches against the large bag, a sense of absolute blind rage taking over her. with each punch, she’s reminded of a different part of that night—– the way everything that had ever been hers, her choices, her body, her heart had all been ripped away from her. felicia had tried so hard to reclaim everything, to learn how to defend herself, how to keep herself from becoming vulnerable and a victim again… from being weak. and yet, here she was, months after taking on the role of the black cat and she was still stuck reliving the same night over and over again. derek’s face flashes into her mind once again, that wicked grin that’s remained firmly ingrained in her head in the dimly lit room and with one final punch, she lets out a loud scream, feeling her wrist bend back slightly and she falls to her knees, choked up sobs slipping past her lips.
Cindy didn’t exactly hate having nothing to do in ‘73 -- well, it was ‘74 now, wasn’t it? -- Because silence meant things were okay, that there were no missions to embark on. She can see the silence driving other’s crazy, however she took this time out to raid one of the many libraries the mansion had to offer. It isn’t until she’s flipping the page to one of the books she’d checked out that she years a familiar voice in distress, her silk sense triggered only making her grow more concerned. She tucks the book under her arm and cautiously makes her way down the hall where the source of the noise had been, the only logical room it could’ve came from being the training gym. When dark hues catch sight of a familiar head of snowy white curls, Cindy is quick on her feet to approach her friend, falling to her knees in hopes of consoling the other. “Cat, what happened? Are you hurt?” She gives a preliminary glance around the room before Cindy sets the book aside a hand coming up to gently place at Felicia’s back. “Leesh, what happened? Is everything alright?” If anyone knew Felicia beyond the facade the charming feline put up, it was Cindy. The two had always had a way of getting one another, an inexplicable bond immediately forming after the two started to work together. So to see her friend like this was beyond heartbreaking for the girl. “Do you wanna get up? I can get you something to drink - some water, or something?”
whitetcger:
“1973?” words were soft, almost taken back by the new information. her expression remains neutral but inside she’s slightly freaking out. who’d watch her cats back home? more so, who’d watch her home period? surely someone would find the makeshift home she’d created in the many abandoned buildings of new york. and even though she reflected neutral features, anyone could feel the pure annoyance radiating off ava. “fantastic.” she tried her hardest not to come to the 70′s. not because she didn’t want to fight nor did it mean she wouldn’t but, the tiger was on a mission. one that involved taking down the man who took her family. glancing about the mansion she lets out a sigh, arms crossed. “so, we’re basically stuck here?”
it isn’t until cindy hears another voice occupying the room that she looks up from the magazine that had settled in her lap. she could practically feel the other’s annoyance at being stuck in ‘73, something cindy felt too among joining her fellow heroes at the mansion. “well, only if you look at it that way.” she says in hopes of lightening the mood. “i mean, yeah. or, at least until we know that stryker is dealt with once and for all.” there’s a shrug that rolls from her shoulders, offering a small smile. “i’m cindy, by the way. have you like... eaten, or anything?”
chairdood:
“uhh..” ned was panicking. it was a yes or no question and he already let on earlier that he did know about them, he couldn’t possibly deny it now. could he? “no, no i don’t!” looks like he could. “i-in fact, i think you know about them! maybe that’s why you brought them up!” he declared, trying to stretch the webbings to see if they can break, to no avail.
her brows furrow at the other, arms lifting to cross over her chest. she nears the other, watching as he messes with the webbing she’d previously shot at him. “i think you’re lying. i think you know about spider people, otherwise YOU wouldn’t have brought them up to begin with.” there’s a finger pointed at him, emphasizing her words with a poke to his chest. the whole reason she was here to fight as silk, and although she usually kept her identity under wraps, the other seemed harmless. “i know a thing or two about spider people. i’m cindy,” she says finally, removing the webbing from the other’s hand only to offer out her own to shake. “or silk.”

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kxngtchxlla:
at the others words, t’challa picked up on the fact that she was a newcomer. almost instantly, his demeanor changes. he couldn’t exactly get mad at her considering he’s walked in her shoes before. the kings voice soften along with his features, standing up from where he’d been sitting. the suit and his work could wait till later. “my apologies than. have you just arrived?” he asks. "i do think we could use a better system for open rooms. but i’m sure we can find you one.”
there was something about the other that made cindy want to trust him. he seemed laid back and chill, something she definitely needed to take notes of considering she had been feeling anything but. “i don’t know how or why but i just got here, yeah.” hands lace together and settle in front of her. “i don’t want to be a bother. i don’t mind playing musical chairs with these rooms until i find an empty one.”
wandcmaximoff:
the witch chuckled from the younger woman’s explanation of the movie, humming in agreement as she took her offer of the popcorn. “me neither, it has always been on my list but not something i ever got round to.” she admitted with a smile. “do you mean if you were possessed like regan — is it?” wanda sent the other a smirk as she looked back at the screen and made herself comfortable on the couch, shaking her head. “no, i just couldn’t sleep, i hope it’s alright if i join you.”
There’s a nod at the other’s words. “If I was possessed, if someone I loved was possessed. Even without demons or possession puke is just a big no from me.” She scoots herself over when the other joins her, much more interested in the other woman than the film playing on the screen. “Couldn’t sleep? I resonate with that far too well. Usually it’s because I have too much on my mind. And let me tell you, just being here is a lot to take in.” Cindy was glad to join her fellow heroes and vigilantes in ’73 but it was still such a large feat to take on, one she wasn’t sure she’d be all that helpful joining.
thwipit:
peter emitted a deep exhale to try and calm his nerves, although every move he made only drew his frame closer to hers. his senses had seemingly calmed down since cindy entered, but there was still something so different about this situation and her light touch only confirmed this as peter only edged for more. “oh?” he practically breathed out, his hands shifting to hold her waist and he stood there silently, desperately resisting the urge to close the minuscule gap between them, but fortunately her next words snapped him out of this. kind of. “you do, huh? yeah i — i guess you do.” his tone remained gentle and his smile was soft as he gazed down at his old school friend. he tried to pull away a little, but for some reason, he decided not to, unless cindy said otherwise. “did… you move away? from — queens, i mean. since you weren’t… around.”
Cindy can’t help the grin that is forming to her lips, blood rushing to the apples of her cheeks as a blush quickly moves across her features. The touch placed to her hips have Cindy leaning against his chest now, hands flat against him as she angles her gaze to meet Peter’s. “I did move away… kinda.” She was completely lost on how to tell Peter all of this, but she figured as soon as he knew she was Silk and that she knew he was Spider-Man, things in ’73 would be a lot easier. It also may give him an explanation as to why the two are quick to throw away any need for personal space when in the other’s presence - but Cindy doesn’t really mind this part too much. Her fingertips trail gently against the fabric of his shirt, gathering the material gently as she focuses on anything but his countenance. “I know more about you than you think, but that’s because I’m like you.” Could you sound anymore cynical, Cindy Moon? “Peter, I know about Spider-Man.” It’s released in a huff, her stance never faltering as she remains in his arms. “I know about Spider-Man because we were both bit by the same spider. The same day. Minutes apart.” She pauses abruptly, well aware she can go on with her explanation but the last thing she wished to do was overwhelm him. “Are you following?”
chairdood:
ned looked down at the webbing in near-panic. he’s never been on the receiving end of peter’s webbing despite always being up for it (and telling peter so). it felt strange, and it makes him think back to what the webbings are made of. despite all of that, he stares at the one that shot him. “you - you’re a spider person, too?!” he exclaimed, though regretting it since he didn’t know where he was and who knows if someone kidnapped him to get to spiderman? what if this was a set up?
it wasn’t like cindy to be so jumpy, but in ‘73 there was no saying what could happen. her silk-sense hadn’t even detected any danger... why did the other spook her so bad? she takes a few steps forward, eyes wide and apologetic before soon turning to a look of confusion. spider person? he knows about them? “i... you... know about spider people??”
chairdood:
“yes ma, i’m on my way home.” ned walked along the block on the way to his family’s apartment. the field trip had been cancelled, on account of the huge space donut spotted on the city skies that day. “i’m safe, i have my things, i have my hat..” he paused to yawn, eyes closing for what felt like an eternity as his mother’s voice started to fade away. he opened them to find himself in a field, with a mansion not too far in the distance. the only sound he could hear on his smartphone was static. “ma? hello? what – ?” he looked at his phone. the call had cut off. “w-where am i?” he clutched his backpack close and looked around, hoping someone was around. “hello? anybody here? i come in peace!” he exclaimed, raising his arms defensively.
Sitting still wasn’t one of the things Cindy excelled at, especially when she’d only been free from the bunker for such a short amount of time. Though she was advised against leaving the grounds of the mansion, she found enjoyment in just exploring the campus. It was huge, definitely unlike anything in Midtown. Though when an unfamiliar voice is catching the girl off guard, a hand extends to shoot a trap of webbing around the other’s hands. “Oh I-” She stutters. She hadn’t recognized him but it’s obvious he wasn’t a threat of any kind. “That’s my bad. I’m so sorry.”

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💬 + you and petey need to be kept 50 ft apart at all times
RUMOR HAS IT 🕷 accepting
“I get it. But he’s my friend. Unless someone wants to fashion that thing with two cans and a string, I don’t think I could be 50 feet away from him at all times.”
💬 you’re in love with Peter
RUMOR HAS IT 🕷 accepting
“Woah! I mean, sure, I care about him a bunch. I dunno about all of that, though. Petey’s a really great guy, and an even better friend.”