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Haha, today is a birthday (creation day) for a Sam!

Hard to believe I made this goober so many years ago. Feel free to pester her as I start my new shift.

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A Happy Valentines to those who do celebrate!

I apologize for my silences, it is because I have been dealing with a lot of things IRL including job hunting (which was fruitful!). I plan on replying to my drafts and inbox soon, it has been a game of catch-up on my end.

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Happy belated New Years, folks. I'm slowly returning to human form and brain-blasting my drafts, as well as fussing with my commissions.

It's been good so far for art and it's been nice doing that again. I missed just sitting down and playing with my watercolor pencils.

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About the Muse

Legal Name: Samara Isabel Viviana Vasquez Navarro Nicknames: Sam, Sammy Date of Birth: February 19th Gender: Cis Female Place of Birth: Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States of America Currently Living: Brooklyn, New York, United States of America (for now)

Spoken Languages

English

Spanish (Mexican)

ASL

Education

Graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA and several scholarships

Masters Degree; Graduate of Colombia University

Dual-majored in electrical and mechanical engineering; accidentally qualified for a third, or at least a minor due to credit hour overload.

Physical Characteristics

Hair Color: Black-Brown; has mahogany undertones in dim light Eye Color: Cobalt Blue Miscellaneous: Has two deep scars through her left eyebrow; they are hidden under her hair fringe to where people don't always see them right away. Height: 5'7" Weight: Roughly 186 lbs, give or take muscle mass.

Relationships

Main Universe Relationships and Developments

Dr. Guillermo Esteban Vasquez [Father]

Lucille Antonia Vasquez Navarro [Mother]

Joshua Cain [Friend, overall giant nerd, co-worker]

Thomas Steele [Deceased; friend, at-odds confidant, co-worker]

Orientation: Pansexual-Demiromantic Relationship Status: Verse dependent

tagged by: No one! Inspired by @thestupidmeanone and @perpetualxfire

tagging: No one because GO FOR IT! FLY YOU FOOLS!

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“The world is spinnin’, but I’m not afraid”

— Boston - Higher Power

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I've been trying to find a new custom theme given the one I currently use has not been...very functional with images or resizing text.

If anyone has recommendations, I would be grateful!

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The impact of the accident, the shrill sounds of both her and her mother's screams reverberated through her memories. A sharp, stinging pain that kept her left eye closed, the flesh running hot and aching. If it was awful enough to draw the attention of the neighborhood web-slinger, then it was enough to trust in his aid. Samara's own thoughts weren't on herself in that moment, her consciousness tempted back towards the quiet dark it had been coaxed from. Keeping her good eye open was as much a chore as trying to move- her own body felt too heavy, like lead weights tied her down.

So tired. It couldn't hurt to just rest, right? ...

Across the site of the wreck, Lucille did not have the same fortune as her daughter to awaken, however the older woman did have the luck in not coming to harm. Scrapes and bruises were the least of her issues, given she appeared to be tended to by a looming form with the care one would associate with a bedside nurse. The dim lighting and smog did nothing to illuminate this obscured figure, one lone eye visible beneath a hat and suit.

While Spider-Man kept his own presence obscured, his first mistake was to assume flinging towards the slowly rising figure would be the right move, giving himself away in action. The fire and smoke did not obscure the sound of something hefty flinging through the acrid air--

---SMACK!

There was only a gleam of something metal before the figure whipped around, catching Spider-Man in the side of his torso and leg in a swooping motion. The force alone was like taking a bat to the lungs..

Miguel found himself tumbling through the air at an angle, off course from his original target.

Undisturbed from their goal, the figure would not flinch, retracting whatever such limb that was, and returning attention to the woman on the ground. Instead of remaining where they stood, it would entwine her, picking poor Lucille up as if she were no more than a cloth towel strewn across a shoulder..

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The first clue that predated trouble came in the form of gridlock, with lines of traffic backing up along a usually free-flowing section of maglev highway, that connected locations all across the megacity. Keen to take a closer look, a tug on spun thread drops him onto a car's rooftop, at the point where frustrated driver gave way to a clear stretch. A quick glance side, to the roadway's central line, identifies evidence of an attack, pitched with a view towards disrupting the magnetically elevated pathway, bringing cruising vehicles to a halt.

Or a potentially ruinous ending, depending on personal assessment. In the Spider's case, with nothing visible straight ahead of him, he crawls to the front of the car, camping on the vehicle's bonnet as he looks down, scarlet hues scanning the darkness below for casualties, soon finding sparks.

Without a second thought, a huff reverberates in his chest as he launches himself into the gloom, diving rapidly until a flip in mid-air arrests his fall. This feat of nimbleness enables the masked arachnid to land on the side of a wrecked car, which jostled and shook from the weight of his impact. From here, he had started to search the interior for survivors, his silhouette predominantly cast in shadow, save for the patches of lightning that illuminate the shoulders of his suit, refusing to rest until the sound of a croaked question saw his attention focus on a direction -- one apart from the mangled mess of steel and electronics.

Whipping his head around to see, guided by the scent of blood, his sight would settle on a stretched out form, smeared with crimson and dirt, but unmistakeably familiar.

Samara?!

Fighting every fibre in his being to not baulk in horror at this discovery, her plea that follows drawing Miguel in closer, caught between half-leaning into the wreckage and going to their side. Such a debate is soon settled the moment that enhanced hearing registers the mention of another occupant, yet unaccounted for.

Where?!

Strongly motivated to help, his task of rescue swiftly changes direction, pivoting away from bringing the injured and incapacitated to safety to a search mission. Knowing what to do, he pulls back from the car's interior, using its side as a ledge as he pushes off of it, leaping backwards in the air until feet came up against the underside of a supporting beam, that held the maglev's tracks tracks in place above. Favouring a high vantage point, he extends the range of his sight to take in the entire scene, identifying other crumpled cars and stray fires that clogged the air with a thick, acrid smoke, messing with his sense.

How was he going to find anyone like this?

As if overhearing his thoughts, a shift gust and change in wind direction, saw the smoke dissipate to reveal the form of man, hunched over in the distance, attending to...

Lucille?!

"Oh no you don't!" With target selected, he braces his back against the metal support, then darts forward, a dark blue missile locked onto a single target, moving faster than anything considered humanly possible.

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💙 USA 💙

national suicide prevention

national domestic violence hotline

national sexual abuse hotline

trans lifeline and resources

💙INTERNATIONAL💙

list of suicide hotlines by country

domestic violence hotlines and resources by country

sexual (+ domestic) abuse agencies by country

international trans resources

edit: taking this opportunity whilst this gets traction!

Palestine Children Relief Fund

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"they might have exaggerated just a bit."

"Exaggerated what, dare I ask?" C'mon, Spider-Man, can you really leave this face hanging?

Okay, maybe you could, but that's besides the point..

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"What are you going to do? Kill me?"

A sputter emits from her at the unexpected prying. Whipping her face around to the source of the questions only proved fruitless. Just the look on her face could even provoke amusement in bearing witness to the tech's stammering.

"N-no!? Who? What?"

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A hand blooms to put a flower in Miss Samantha’s hair

If one would see Samara, they would see she's eyebrow-deep in the pile of schematics she was filing through. A pile that was growing ever the higher, but herself? More engrossed, enough to not look over her shoulder, but enough to sense there's more than just her own presence to be felt. The rush of motion just barely out of the corner of her eye was enough to startle her, knocking over the flimsy stack.

"Ah..!" was all that could be uttered as she reached up towards the brunt of the sensation. Her other hand just barely keeping the stack of schematics in place, a few slipping away and to spots that Samara will uncover later on. The ghostly brush of fingertips leaving a gentle weight pressed behind her ear was one clue. Sam's own hand found the petals and stem shortly after, carefully bringing it to her sights, if only to find a pink blossom in full bloom.

It did not take a rocket scientist to deduce who visited.. let alone placed such a beautiful flower in her hair.

Robin was not one to mince words.

A chuff of endearment leaves her lungs as she allows her body to relax. Twirling the bloom gently in her fingers, she studies it again before returning it to the spot behind her ear, within her curls, where it will rest. Such a gift was not going to just be flung away..

"Good to see you too, Miss Nico.." she quietly, a smile etched into her features.

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Is my birthday, so I am going to reply to drafts and go have a little treat for myself.

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👾 Is knowing a fandom more comfortable when RPing, or do you prefer knowing muns? (Overall.) Do you try new things, or get into new fandoms?

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👾 Is knowing a fandom more comfortable when RPing, or do you prefer knowing muns? (Overall.) Do you try new things, or get into new fandoms?

I tend to prefer to know the mun behind the character or characters they play. If I'm interacting with someone, regardless of fandom, it's actually the person behind the writing that I'm interested in getting to know or vibe with. It's how I gauge what writing is with them or even just how we mesh when talking OOCly.

Thanks to some people, I have in fact found many fandoms or content that I enjoy. There's even some muns whom have made me enjoy certain characters more with their writing or interpretation.

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🪀 How do OOC posts make you feel? Do they affect your IC writing or flow, to know other muns better?

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🪀 How do OOC posts make you feel? Do they affect your IC writing or flow, to know other muns better?

OOC posts don't put me off, especially if the mun feels it's important to let their circle know something's up. Everyone has something going on and that's completely up to them. My issue about OOC postings is if you're mixing roleplay attempts with a personal blog, that's where lines get blurry and hard to follow. It also starts to cross over IC =/= OOC lines where there's no distinction, that's different than giving ooc updates or needing to discuss some personal business in a way you feel safe about that's on your rp blog.

There's also the fact that behind all these blogs trying to put out fun writing are people too. They're allowed to break character and talk about something important to them. It's when people get weird and blur the lines is when things may get hairy.

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SIAMÉS - The Wolf

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The feeling was mutual on not wishing to be washed away like a couple of paper boats down a drain. Samara let out a huff of relief when they ducked into a nearby cafe, shaking her umbrella off at the doorway before closing it. "Well..it could be worse?" she says, rubbing her temples.

What was lucky for them is others who did seek shelter as well either dispersed or did not stay long, wandering back out after gaining their bearings. However, the smell of food and hot coffee was a siren song that even Samara couldn't ignore. With a nod, a nearby employee gestured that they could pick their seats and make themselves comfortable. The familiar comfort of a 'We'll be right with you' broke the pause as they sat down.

"Soup maybe," Samara responds, in the opposite end of his musing, "It's the right moment for some."

There's a ghost of a smile and gentleness that Teddy can recognize in her face. It's almost a little haunting.

"Please feel free to get what you want, I can pay for us both."

"Fair. We're like sitting ducks out here in the storm and they just seem to keep getting worse." Truth be told, he was just trying to make small talk as the scuttled into the cafe. He for one wasn't up for feeling like a drowned rat. The atmosphere was cozy and inviting the downpour, coffee beans being freshly ground in the next room filled the air. His momentary waffling subsided as his stomach growled. "Alright well I think my stomach has chosen this place and I am definitely getting a sandwich or panini if they've got it. You, uh, want anything?"