#criskape

[whosmoraless]

“ you know, if there's a miguel burger in the cafeteria, why not have a miles drink? or a gwen salad? or a hobie... fork? i'm trying to gauge how many other spiders would want a change like this, i really think it would boost morale. “

☕️ @criskape

A HOBIE FORK IM CRYING

ykw that’s not a bad idea, idk who’s in charge of the food but they’re bound to see this

[spiderman2-99]

hi, miguel. not sure if this has been asked before, how good is your spice tolerance? just curious, i'd say mine is around a 7.

☕️ — @criskape

8, probably. Why?

[spiderman2-99]

Tonight (technically 'this morning' by now) was as productive as a Peter B. Parker on the weekend.

Meaning, not at all. Miguel had been working all day on the servos of the Spider Society's web, trying to fix.... whatever the shock was going on-- hell, even just find out what the problem is-- to no avail.

But it's been hours now, it's almost two in the morning, he's gone nowhere fast, and his eyes and back hurt. So with a groan, Miguel sends out the PSA and puts a pause in the work long enough to get up and actually get something to eat for the first time since lunch.

... which is where he finds Cris, asleep slumped over on the table with a long-cooled drink and surrounded by sewing supplies, managing to look worse than Miguel himself.

An impressive feat, really.

It's none of his business; he shouldn't bother someone who really needs the rest... but wouldn't the other Spider at least be more comfortable in one of the dorms? Does he even know they exist?

Besides, Cris missed that mission. By hours. Least he could do is read up on how it went and who replaced him.

Ay coño, realmente estoy haciendo esto.

Hesitantly, Miguel sets a hand on the other man's shoulder and gives a gentle shake.

open rp starter ⎯ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 💌

Between Christmas cafe sales, preparing gifts, and general household malfeasance, Cris might have not had enough time to rest.

There was still so much left to do. Ramona needed more litter for her cat, so that was extra shifts at the cafe. He would be needed at the cafe anyway because so many people went home for Christmas, and he had to adjust that top for--

Oh, whatever. It would be fine. He can pass by the cafeteria at HQ just in time for that strike mission he has later and be fine. He could even work on the gifts, and grab a coffee!

However, just as the soft breeze of the Nueva York floated against his skin, as he took a nice sip from his hot beverage, and as he pulled out his sewing kit to get to work on the gift...

It's just like something came over him. His eyes started to feel heavy, and his brain started to turn off, maybe it was the last two weeks he hadn't slept, maybe it was... was...

Thud!

[nan0-sp1der]

> H.A.S.S._INFO

Greetings. It seems you have found my internet blog, or 'Tumblr', as one would call it. Here you will find some basic information about myself, as seen below. Do read through it at your leisure or at your convenience.

> NAME: " BRIDGE ", HUMANOID ANDROID SURVEYOR SYSTEM, NAN0-SPIDER, "BB"

> ACTIVATION DATE: DECEMBER 24TH, 3048, 4:00:35 UTC

> WEIGHT: 95 LBS / 43.09 KG

> HEIGHT: 5 FT 8 IN / 172.72 CM

> SPECIES: ANDROID, ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, " SPIDER-PERSON ", " THING "

> LOCATION: EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE

> MBTI: ENTJ-A

> ADD. DOCUMENTATION 🔗

> AUDIO RECORD 🔗 [MISSING ENTRIES]

> VISUAL REFERENCE:

> CONNECTIONS

> Boss - @spiderman2-99

> Allies - @lyrate-lifeform-approximation , @glowing-arachnid , @kari-araneaai , @noir-spider-noir , @peterbsideparker , @spiderbite-from-0202 , @ghostly-sunflower , @itsmiguel2099 , @peacockjumpingspider , @criskape , @spideroracleofficial , @🕷☠ ,[INCOMPLETE DATA SET]

> Enemies - Deimos

> DIRECTORY

// post tags

> .IMG - reposted images

> .TXT - reposted textposts

> .LOG - IC blog posts

> Active Processes - physical interaction posts

> ABOUT_H.A.S.S. - headcannons about the muse

> { mun's art } - you get it

> { mun's writing } - self-explanatory

> { ask the mun/muse } - the ask game tag

> { OOC } - mun posting

> { Patch Notes } - small but relevant updates to the blog and other yammering from mun about the blog that is supposedly relevant like seriously who cares?

> { a blip on your dash } - queued posts

> MUN_INFO/RULES

Mun/Admin: misnomer/misno/'mis', she/they/them--nonbinary preferred

lives in the EST timezone

Other Blogs: @asciiid, @whodo-yourvoodoo

{ OOC looks like this by the way. This is mun, hi. A lot of Bridge's blog posts might have this weird formatting, but more often than not it'll just look like a normal post without the additional formatting and whatnot. If this lowers readability for anyone, do let me know asap so I can use a more readable method. }

{ here's some basic guidelines for interacting with the muse or myself }

18+ content is permitted, but smut is a no-go. Gore and violence are ok (I'll include a CW out of courtesy ofc).

Haven't really (openly) dived into shipping the muse yet, but if you're considering, hit me up with a DM and we'll discuss things further for the sake of cohesion. Please, please ask me first.

My activity is a bit scattered. if im slow on the pick-up, im either: burnt-out, busy, still trying to figure out how to reply, or with my head deep in a project of some sort. it's never going to be personal.

If I ever forget about a thread, hit me up! I have the memory of a goldfish (/j) and tend to forget most things with ease. Just remind me.

Asks directed at mun are ok! just be mindful and specify who the ask is for. :)

It's self-explanatory that if you come to cause (genuine) trouble, you're not going to receive a warm welcome. think before you speak.

Kind-of a personal rq but if you're ever curious about oc lore or wanna interact to explore it a bit more, I'll happily oblige! This character has been a passion project for about three years now, so I have plenty to share--both tangible and in the form of thoughts that have yet to see paper... oops.

Random starters to my ask box or tagged are ok! Mind the brief period of inactivity as I formulate a reply.

Wanna do an art or writing collab of some sort? Hit me up at @asciiid! Alternatively, DM me here and we'll discuss there.

Thanks for reading, and see you somewhere out there in the rpc. (^^)

[spdrvyn]

@criskape roleplay blog is officially complete and ready to go! please send me things, i started my christmas break and i am very bored 😢

[spiderman2-99]

“ haha, not sure if anyone has asked about this yet, but how many hours of sleep do you get on average? i know there are other people like me who can go weeks without it due to the bite, but i don't really get that vibe from you. let me know if i can make anything that can help with those sleepless nights. ”

— ☕️ @criskape

5.

I can handle myself.

[nan0-sp1der]

{ I PROMISE I did not try to get this result on purpose-- }

{ tags; @lyrate-lifeform-approximation , @glowing-arachnid , @ghostly-sunflower again , @noir-spider-noir , @vinylweb , @criskape , @peacock-spider-man , and you }

❄️ WHAT'S YOUR COZY CABIN DRINK? ❄️

i was tagged by @olismabel and @queerbuck - thanks, loves! :)

no pressure tags: @nadja-antipaxos @danielsarmand @evan-buck @clara-maybe @jackharkness @rainbowcrowley @blakbonnet @mobius-m-mobius <3

[nan0-sp1der]

"I feel nothing." 📥

— ☕️ @criskape

"Nothing..."

The word brought a pause to the torrent that had thus assaulted her conscience since this spat began, and in its place arose a sensation that made her coolant nearly curdle in its circulation system.

The glare that came to sear into the middle of Cris' brow was unintended. Although, in her current state where reason was trumped by anguish, there was nothing in the way of her emotions ripping through the artifice of calm she had built over the years.

When a good man breaks, he breaks fully, and this principle was resolute in respect to the typically palatable android. Even a worm will turn. The worm in question, today, would be Bridge. The decided subject of her vitrol would be an unfortunate

"Nothing...? You say you feel nothing?"

Only to further underline the woman's ire, she took several strides towards the man until they were face-to-face, the air between near to boiling with the way the pressure made it seethe. Her words were laid thick into existence like crude oil to pollute that space.

"You... You know not even the first thing about being numb. What you equate to being hollow-- it is nothing but SPITE."

Hot air that billowed out from the woman's nostrils carried her words directly into Cris' personal bubble, being steadily generated by her hardware, her internal temperature rising, rising with the once dormant anger that she thought she had swallowed. She now regurgitated it as it once was as she was no longer able to digest what she has come to. Her compliance. Her placidity. Her submission.

"If I could grant you even a modicum of the torment I have had to bury deep in my conscience, trust you me, you would TRULY understand what it means to feel NOTHING."

[spdrvyn]

hi, everyone! not anything fic related, but i made a new blog for my spiderman oc. it's a roleplay account (because i am shameless) so if you're into that kind of thing: @criskape then feel free to check it out.

i'm still working on the blog's pinned posts, rules, and character post so it's empty. i will slowly be updating it over the course of an hour or more, thanks guys!

[spiderbite-from-0202]

[i also got a story that ends in blood…….. scarily fitting]

[also soft tagging: @criskape and @peterbsideparker ]

Let me assign you an affection language.

A Knife Called Grief You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

[yoinked from iobartach]

[spiderman2-99]

As Miguel retracts his arm like the contact burnt him, and Cris sputters, he's smacked upside the head with how unbelievably awkward this is. This was a terrible idea. I should've figured out what I was going to say first. Why the shock didn't I?

Ah well. No good deed goes unpunished. Even if said punishment is just mild embarrassment that feels worse than it actually is.

"That's-- it's not. Not right now at least," the leader of the Spider Society says very eloquently, very intelligently.

This is one of those very rare times he wishes he actually had a decent sleep schedule. He can damn near hear LYLA taunting him for it now.

He runs a hand down his face in an attempt to center himself. "Just wanted to let you know there's dorms here. So you're not..." he makes a vague gesture in lieu of saying drooling on my tables.

"Unless you'd rather go back home," he continues, ever so slightly too fast. "I could send the mission reports so you know what happened."

Buen trabajo, maldito idiota.

open rp starter ⎯ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 💌

Between Christmas cafe sales, preparing gifts, and general household malfeasance, Cris might have not had enough time to rest.

There was still so much left to do. Ramona needed more litter for her cat, so that was extra shifts at the cafe. He would be needed at the cafe anyway because so many people went home for Christmas, and he had to adjust that top for--

Oh, whatever. It would be fine. He can pass by the cafeteria at HQ just in time for that strike mission he has later and be fine. He could even work on the gifts, and grab a coffee!

However, just as the soft breeze of the Nueva York floated against his skin, as he took a nice sip from his hot beverage, and as he pulled out his sewing kit to get to work on the gift...

It's just like something came over him. His eyes started to feel heavy, and his brain started to turn off, maybe it was the last two weeks he hadn't slept, maybe it was... was...

Thud!

[spiderman2-99]

"Alright," Miguel mutters to nobody in particular. He clears his throat, mentally prays for patience, and is unsurprised when he isn't magically endowed with it in nanoseconds.

He takes a step away and gestures for Cris to follow. "This way then." Since when was I a damn tour guide?

open rp starter ⎯ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 💌

Between Christmas cafe sales, preparing gifts, and general household malfeasance, Cris might have not had enough time to rest.

There was still so much left to do. Ramona needed more litter for her cat, so that was extra shifts at the cafe. He would be needed at the cafe anyway because so many people went home for Christmas, and he had to adjust that top for--

Oh, whatever. It would be fine. He can pass by the cafeteria at HQ just in time for that strike mission he has later and be fine. He could even work on the gifts, and grab a coffee!

However, just as the soft breeze of the Nueva York floated against his skin, as he took a nice sip from his hot beverage, and as he pulled out his sewing kit to get to work on the gift...

It's just like something came over him. His eyes started to feel heavy, and his brain started to turn off, maybe it was the last two weeks he hadn't slept, maybe it was... was...

Thud!

[spiderman2-99]

Chalk it up to the late hour and lack of sleep, but in spite of himself, Miguel gives one in return. It's barely there, at best a fleeting twitch of the corners of his lips, but it was there. Acknowledging. Commiserating, perhaps.

If it were literally any other time, he'd give Cris some sort of short-and-not-sweet lecture on not pushing himself so hard that his body literally crashes on him. Something about not being at his best, missing a mission, how does he expect to help others when he won't help himself, all that.

But Miguel has done that exact same thing long enough that just this time, he saves it. God knows he's enough of a hypocrite already.

(no promises on a message not being tacked into the files he needs to send Cris though.)

Instead, the rest of the walk is in silence, as is when he shows Cris his room. It’s not much— a bed, a desk and chair, and a small bathroom attached, with that same minimalist aesthetic as the rest of HQ— but it’s nice, it’s comfortable; has a great view of the city.

He should say something before just leaving, right? Yeah…

“Rest well.”

open rp starter ⎯ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 💌

Between Christmas cafe sales, preparing gifts, and general household malfeasance, Cris might have not had enough time to rest.

There was still so much left to do. Ramona needed more litter for her cat, so that was extra shifts at the cafe. He would be needed at the cafe anyway because so many people went home for Christmas, and he had to adjust that top for--

Oh, whatever. It would be fine. He can pass by the cafeteria at HQ just in time for that strike mission he has later and be fine. He could even work on the gifts, and grab a coffee!

However, just as the soft breeze of the Nueva York floated against his skin, as he took a nice sip from his hot beverage, and as he pulled out his sewing kit to get to work on the gift...

It's just like something came over him. His eyes started to feel heavy, and his brain started to turn off, maybe it was the last two weeks he hadn't slept, maybe it was... was...

Thud!

[spiderman2-99]

The walk through the winding building, to the elevator, and the ride itself is silent.

Awkwardly so, actually. Miguel could damn near claw it apart.

But he doesn't, because experience has forced him to learn that almost anything he says past one in the morning is bound to be future blackmail material, and he feels like ass, and he'll probably be passing out right after Cris does.

When they arrive at the floor, Miguel damn near sighs from relief. After he steps out, he quickly summons a holoscreen on the gizmo to see what dorms are open, then makes his way down the halls.

... he should... probably say something, as much as he hates small talk. Or any talk right about now.

A throat clear. "I don't, ah, know how many know this, but-" great start, you ass, "-anyone can just take a dorm at any time as long as it's logged. A few agents have even permanently taken them."

Gwen once did.

Ugh. Christ. Why is now when he decides to forget how to interact like a Normal Human Person?

open rp starter ⎯ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 💌

Between Christmas cafe sales, preparing gifts, and general household malfeasance, Cris might have not had enough time to rest.

There was still so much left to do. Ramona needed more litter for her cat, so that was extra shifts at the cafe. He would be needed at the cafe anyway because so many people went home for Christmas, and he had to adjust that top for--

Oh, whatever. It would be fine. He can pass by the cafeteria at HQ just in time for that strike mission he has later and be fine. He could even work on the gifts, and grab a coffee!

However, just as the soft breeze of the Nueva York floated against his skin, as he took a nice sip from his hot beverage, and as he pulled out his sewing kit to get to work on the gift...

It's just like something came over him. His eyes started to feel heavy, and his brain started to turn off, maybe it was the last two weeks he hadn't slept, maybe it was... was...

Thud!

[nan0-sp1der]

{ replying late woo-hoo. tagged by @lyrate-lifeform-approximation. } 𝐀 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟

You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

tags: @vinylweb , @peacockjumpingspider , @criskape , @spiderbite-from-0202 , @halfxspider { lol miguel double-tag }

Let me assign you an affection language.

A Knife Called Grief You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

[yoinked from iobartach]