#have a shitty ms paint spiders

[pursuit-of-adoration]

I love the little spider guy, they deserve more attention. Here, take all of my plushies

need to get back on these but colleg kicking my ass

[zkzm500a2]

feel like answering them but nobody ever asks so i'm going to pull a major funny and just answer them all here

1. yeah for the most part

2. my girlfriend

3. who doesn't

4. yes, not cripplingly so but definitely notably so

5. taken, i have a girlfriend who i love

6. gunshot to the head. 9x19mm or .45 caliber preferably

7. slice o pizza from my work

8. no, but when i was in high school i signed up for my school's CS:GO comp league and then never participated

9. not compulsively, but i do usually bite them off instead of clip them off

10. good question, probably back in elementary school. 4th or 5th grade

11. as in, do i have a crush on someone? or just a general positive opinion of someone? elementary school ass question. anyway i have a crush on my girlfriend whom i love

12. i've gone over 24, but never hit 48 (and don't plan to)

13. public figures yeah, but nobody i know personally

14. who doesn't

15. two cats :)

16. pretty neutral, not stoked about going back to work but definitely not bad

17. not yet, but i can see it happening

18. i mean i'm not arachnophobic but i think i have a normal human level of fear of spiders. i respect them and their space and go out of my way to avoid killing them

19. yes but only to shoot my past self in the head. oh and to see the Crab Nebula in person :)

20. my girlfriend's bedroom

21. work son!!! today's saturday and i have work tomorrow too

22. i've long said it depends on who i end up with

23. no i do not, i wouldn't be opposed to getting my ears pierced though

24. history and other social studies. i'm not a r/history guy but i've always liked it

25. isn't this also question 14?

26. some fuckin... gotdamn uhh... not much really

27. yeah

28. not that i'm aware of

29. yeah

30. my shoes!!! my work shoes fucking suck i'm getting new ones asap

31. yes. go ahead and guess who it is

32. yellow orange

33. nothing too extreme i don't think

34. hell if i know, i rarely remember my dreams. last one i remember involved a former coworker flirting with me and i was like "woah hey i have a girlfriend"

35. hard to remember. my mom, probably

36. i mean i give them out but only when reasonable to me. also i don't have such shitty friends that i need to give second chances

37. forget!!! i don't remember a goddamn thing

38. i mean statistically yeah but we're only six days in. 2023 was pretty solid for me though

39. Twenny

40. not completely naked but i have been in my backyard naked from the waist down before

51 (it jumps from 40 to 51 lmao). idk man i can't pick favorites. americans do be eating cheesed burger though

52. yeah but that reason isn't spiritual

53. drew a fake website named "i love you dot com" in ms paint and sent it to my girlfriend

54. i want to say no but my parents got together through cheating on their previous partners and they've been together the whole time. so like, in 99% of cases no

55. no i'm niceys :) i used to be a dick online but i've always actively tried to be nice in person

56. one guy, but at least twice

57. i mean i guess it depends on your definition of "true," but generally yeah

58. overcast and chilly is a go-to but i also love the sunny and chilly that comes after a storm in the winter or early spring

59. conceptually yes, but i would never want to drive in it

60. yeah

61. depends on the context of course but generally i'm into it

62. bideo games give me pleasure, but hanging out with my friends or my girlfriend makes me actually happy

63. i mean i'd prefer to keep my current name but in the event i had to, i have one in mind that i like

64. absolutely not, it's easy as hell

65. i'd be like "sorry i have a girlfriend. and you know this. she's all i talk about"

66. yeah

67. my girlfriend

68. how deep are we talking? probably my girlfriend though no matter how you define it

69. in a spiritual sense no, but it's still a helpful term

70. man i'd die for 20 bucks. but yeah there are several people i'd die for

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[ud93]

hi y’all i’m tay ᅌᴗᅌ (she/her, 21+) and this is ud (pronounced “aht”), a small-town phuket boy, the son of a fruit stand vendor and a struggling artist & an ex-chao pho member. he’s been living in bangkok with his lil’ sister since the age of 10 & now he’s ur friendly center point custodian who moved to ville city just under a year ago. some more info and quick plots(?) under the cut:

grew up a really happy kid up until the age of 10 when his parents passed away in an accident 😔  moved to bangkok with taeng (his little sister, who was 4 at the time) to be with their only living relative, their senile paternal grandmother

needless to say, ud practically raised taeng seeing as grandma couldn’t. she also passed away when ud was 16

high school drop-out, but he did receive his GED at 21 to help taeng with her high school homework— literally will do anything for her 😭 

(speaking of which @someone pls make taeng it’ll be qt, kthanks)

long story short: had to find a way to raise a kid when he himself was a kid. got mixed up with a bad crowd to make a quick buck or two, next thing you know he’s being initiated into the whole ass mob lmao

judo athlete from the ages of 5-16, so that came in handy with his *ahem* profession

has sacrificed a lot in his youth tbh there is nothing he won’t do for taeng (except maybe kill a man but if u ask maybe he did lmao)

basically had to make a quick getaway so he and taeng ended up in ville city (ville city bitch, ville ville city, bitch. ten ten ten twenty on yo titties, bitch), where he was looking for a job a dropout could do. ended up stumbling upon center pointe and bargained with ms. eom and ms. patel for room & board included in his shitty wage

he was a shit gangster (read: did the bare minimum always) and he’s a shit custodian tbh, esp when it comes to mopping. except he’s pretty good at using his hands and fixing things so there is one (1) redeeming quality ig

laid back, charming (read: a natural flirt), & maybe just a tad bit eccentric (hates being bored, was bored a lot at his old job and smiled thru the pain djsnfkjsdn). now that he’s outta the syndicate he’s making use of some of the money he’s saved and delving into things he had to give up: you’ll often see him around the neighbourhood walking to the local dojo in his judo uniform, or with an old film camera taking random ass pics with paint splattered on his pants

also taking selfies with all the neighbourhood cats and dogs ૮ ・ﻌ・ა /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ 

plots:

every time you see him he’s probably slacking off, so it’s no surprise to you that he forgot to put up the wet floor sign and now you’ve got your coffee spilled all over you

strange things keep happening but ud just shrugs it off. a bunch of items that are not his keep on ending up in his north-facing apartment— he’s got a little box filled with random things. you notice him throwing out your very special thing and accuse him of theft

he chases down a mugger and gets your bag back for you. very unexpected because you’ve only ever seen him sitting on the job, but suddenly he’s parkouring over fences n shit???? 

sparring partners at the dojo!

you lose your cat/dog and find it with ud, who’s taking selfies with it. you accuse him of pet-napping

dee’s not at the front desk and ud is staring at his paintings like he’s at an art gallery. you decide to join him (to talk shit about dee’s paintings)

you’re at the local karaoke and some tone deaf idiot (ud) is singing his drunk little heart out next door. it’s completely ruining your flow

more drunk shenanigans pls

“ghosts? lmfao” except he will cry if he sees a gecko or spider dskjfnksjdnf 

you clogged your toilet and ud is called in to unclog it. it’s embarrassing

you think maybe the custodian might have a thing for you since he greets you every day and is a lil’ flirtatious. you’re not mad about it— that is, until you see him doing the exact same thing with someone else

you go up to the roof a lot to yell out your frustrations, but ud is annoyed since that’s his secret napping spot to get away from ms. patel

“what’s up with that tacky dragon on your back, did you used to be in a gang or something?” “......”

because i’m a sucker for cliche plots: you’re trying to get a creep off your back and ud is the closest normal looking guy so you ask him to do u a solid and pretend to be ur boyfriend. he’s bored, so he agrees

you come home from work late at night and one particular night there was a scary incident that could’ve been bad, and ud witnessed that. you notice that on those days, ud is conveniently taking out the trash to make sure you get in safe. he never really mentions it

he’s kind of that neighbourhood guy who walks around in track pants and socks & slides on his way from the convenience store. one night, you don’t recognize him and think he’s stalking you. you attack him with your umbrella

he’s a bi disaster. do with that what u will

pls come @ me with any other crack plots u have in mind!!! & also ofc i’m always down to hash things out. i am a connoisseur of crangst (crack angst) mmmm yes that’s that good shit 👌   

[captain-lovelace]

On the topic of your servantsona's eyesight, do we know how well the visual sensory methods the Cambrian lifeforms had were? What if your eyesight was an aggregate of all the lifeforms in the Cambrian shelf? Like sometimes you could have SPECIAL EYES that see everything, and other times you have SPECIAL EYES that are basically only good for processing how much light there is? Bearing in mind, I know nothing about the Cambrian period aside from that it happened, and that it is no longer happening

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Okay so, first, I’ll be super honest: I’m mostly interested in Cambrian arthropods, so my entire answer to this question is going to be based off of that. I don’t know what an “early chordate” is and have no desire to learn. And pre-emptively, 1. this post is LONG AS HELL, and if you read all of it I will die and kill for you, 2. I refuse to proofread my work because I’m tired, and 3. I am an undergrad, I do not have a degree in any of this and some of it might be inaccurate. If it is, I invite people to correct me. With that out of the way, let’s start!

So, to understand Cambrian arthropods in general, you have to have a little bit of a background on modern arthropods. Modern arthropods are, roughly, split up into four groups: the chelicerates (arachnids, sea spiders, horseshoe crabs, etc), the myriapods (millipedes and centipedes), the hexapods (insects and related arthropods), and the crustaceans (you know this one). Hexapods and crustaceans are grouped into the “Pancrustacea”, where hexapods are technically within crustaceans, so we’ll use the phrase Pancrustacea here to mean both hexapods and crustaceans and give us functionally three groups. The current hypothesis, generally supported by both morphological and molecular analyses, is the Mandibulata hypothesis— myriapods and pancrustaceans are in a monophyletic group called the Mandibulata (because they have mandibles), while the Chelicerata (chelicerates, so named because they have different mouthparts called chelicerae) are another branch. Here is a phylogenetic tree I drew in MS Paint to illustrate what I mean: 

That is the current state of extant (aka living) arthropods. Now we want to understand where extinct arthropods, like those in the Cambrian, fit in. 

A lot of Cambrian arthropods are “stem-group” arthropods. Quick vocabulary rundown: a crown group is the most recent common ancestor of a specific group and all its descendants, a pan-group is the crown group and everything more closely related to it than to any other living groups, and a stem group is the pan-group minus the crown group. All members of a stem group are extinct. (In this case, the pan-group would be called the Panarthropoda.) We would place things like Opabinia into the stem-group arthropod group, because it is most closely related to extant arthropods while not being part of the crown group. To illustrate, here is an image from Wikipedia:

Don’t worry about zygotaxon/plesion/scion stuff. We only care about stem groups and crown groups. So, if I was given this and I wanted to make it about arthropods, I would do something like this: 

This is an exceedingly shitty edit, but it gets my point across. Now, looking at this, you may be wondering where things like trilobites fall. I have great news for you on that front! Trilobites and megacheirans are part of the Arachnomorpha, a larger group that contains both them and some other arthropods (including the megacheirans or “great-appendage arthropods” in some theories, though the paper I found that stated that megacheirans are part of the Arachnomorpha rather than stem-group arthropods was from 2004). To edit the beautiful MS Paint diagram I did above, that would look something like this: 

To use another, better diagram, we can look at this: 

(For context on some of these terms: Trilobitomorpha, Eurypterida, and stem Cheliceromorpha are in quotes because they’re paraphyletic rather than monophyletic, Pycnogonida are sea spiders, Xiphosura/Xiphosurida are horseshoe crabs, Eurypterida are sea scorpions. I’m not sure how accurate this diagram is when it gets down to the relationships within the Chelicerata, but it pretty well illustrates my point that trilobites are related to chelicerates and that there are other, stem-group chelicerates within the Arachnomorpha.)

All of this is to give you a little bit of background, extremely simplified, on extant arthropod phylogeny and some extinct arthropod phylogeny. There’s a LOT more of it, but these are basics. And now that you know this, your next question might be “how does this relate to the visual systems of Cambrian arthropods?” Weellll… it’s a little complicated.

According to the paper “Arthropod eyes: The early Cambrian fossil record and divergent evolution of visual systems”, “Four types of eyes serve the visual neuropils of extant arthropods: compound retinas composed of adjacent facets; a visual surface populated by spaced eyelets; a smooth transparent cuticle providing inwardly directed lens cylinders; and single-lens eyes.” That’s a hell of a sentence, so let’s start with definitions: a neuropil is basically a dense area of nerve fibers and synapses, while a visual neuropil is a neuropil associated with visual systems. The first kind of described eyes are characteristic of pancrustaceans, so crustaceans and hexapods.  The second kind are characteristic of myriapods, in which there is essentially a cluster of simple eyes on a visual surface (though some have compound eyes). The third kind are what you can see in horseshoe crabs, while most chelicerates have simple eyes, aka single-lens eyes. (Note: a lot of pancrustaceans have single-lens eyes as well as compound eyes.) 

So we have these examples of eyes in extant arthropods, and now what we can do is go back and look at trilobites and Cambrian stem-group arthropods to see what eyes were like back then and gain an idea of how eyes evolved. (For note, because you said you didn’t know anything about it: the Cambrian is a period that went from 541 million years ago-485 million years ago and it’s the period of time in which we see the origins of pretty much the beginning of every modern animal phyla, which is what we call the Cambrian explosion.) The good thing about examining eye structures and visual systems of Cambrian arthropods are that there are what are called Lagerstatten from the Cambrian that contain fucking incredibly preseved fossils. We’re talking the soft parts of these animals are preserved, with certain ones you can look at the digestive and nervous systems, they’re amazing. The Burgess Shale is just one example, but it’s pretty much the most famous. All this is to say that if we want to look at the visual systems of arthropods, and specifically at the eyes, we have a fairly good basis. 

We can start looking at Cambrian arthropod eyes with some of the earliest compound eyes, as seen in the radiodontans. The radiodontans are stem arthropods, and one of the most famous members of the group is Anomalocaris, which if you did not already know, looks like this. 

The radiodontans were the apex predators of the Cambrian, and they had stalked compound eyes with as many as 16000 lenses. These eyes are similar in structure to three modern taxa: mantis shrimp, dragonflies, and robber flies. All of these taxa are predators, and their eyes are structured this way to allow them to better see/track their prey. Compound eyes like these are thus theorized to be the plesiomorphic or ancestral form of eyes. 

For my Servantsona specifically, I was initially drawing off the idea of trilobite eyes, which are somewhat different. Trilobites generally have compound eyes with calcified lenses, which is distinct from pretty much every other arthropod group, and because their eyes are structured this way, they are often preserved in pretty good detail. Most trilobites have what are called holochroal eyes, which are the most “primitive” form of trilobite eyes. These eyes consist of a lot of small lenses in a dense group, covered by a thin corneal layer and set on a kidney-shaped visual surface. It’s likely that under each lense there was an ommatidium, aka a lense like the ones that make up modern insect/crustacean eyes. Schizochroal eyes are found in only one group of trilobites, the phacopid trilobites, from the Ordovician to the Devonian. Since they are not in the Cambrian, we can discard them, because that’s not relevant to what I’m talking about. A third type of eye only found in one group (the eodiscids) in the Cambrian is the abathochroal eye, which have few, small lenses, each with an individual cornea, separated by a layer of sclera. Here’s a diagram I found that illustrates what I’m talking about pretty well:

So given all of this, we can assume that my Servantsona would have either holochroal or abathochroal eyes. To determine which one, we can look at the proposed properties of holochroal and abathochroal eyes to determine what it would be like to see through them and then apply those to what would make most sense for a humanoid. (Interesting note: all later eodiscids are blind due to secondary eye loss.) Everything from now on will be largely speculative, as I have no idea how these would actually apply to a human form, and I suspect no one else does either.

Holochroal eyes appear to be more focused towards “bending” the optical surface, making it more curved vertically in a trilobite. In a human, this might translate to having a curved field of vision more focused on the forwards direction, with limited vision extending to the sides further than it might otherwise. Aka, my Servantsona’s peripheral vision wouldn’t be good, but there might be a lot of it. Holochroal eyes would have also likely been more effective in moderate to dim light conditions, which probably means I would have some pretty significant light sensitivity. Abathochroal eyes are not described as well in terms of function; the best description I have of eodiscid eyes at the moment is that “the eyes of these early trilobites, where present, were of elegant design and were clearly functional” and that they were able to sharply focus light and possibly bifocal. (“The eyes of trilobites: The oldest preserved visual system”). 

Considering all this, and if I kept the idea that my Servantsona’s eyes were only based on trilobite eyes, it would probably be more likely for my Servantsona to have holochroal eyes. This means my eyesight would be, in general, probably still pretty bad, and I might have to rely on other senses. HOWEVER, if I went with the idea that I had eyes like a radiodontan’s in a non-stalked form, I would have probably much better eyesight and be very attuned to movement in my surroundings. (Also, I’d probably have INSANE color vision.) So I might go with your suggestion of switching forms of eyesight, because I do think that’d be super cool!

Sources, aka things I cited directly and also things I just looked at: 

Cotton, T. J., & Braddy, S. J. (2004). The phylogeny of arachnomorph arthropods and the origin of the Chelicerata. Transactions of the Royal Society of Edinburgh, Earth Sciences, 94(3), 169–193. https://doi.org/10.1017/s0263593300000596

Edgecombe, G. D. (2010). Arthropod phylogeny: An overview from the perspectives of morphology, molecular data and the fossil record. Arthropod Structure and Development, 39(2–3), 74–87. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.asd.2009.10.002

Edgecombe, G. D. (2017). Inferring arthropod phylogeny: Fossils and their interaction with other data sources. Integrative and Comparative Biology, 57(3), 467–476. https://doi.org/10.1093/icb/icx061 

Paterson, J. R., García-Bellido, D. C., Lee, M. S. Y., Brock, G. A., Jago, J. B., & Edgecombe, G. D. (2011). Acute vision in the giant Cambrian predator Anomalocaris and the origin of compound eyes. Nature, 480(7376), 237–240. https://doi.org/10.1038/nature10689 

Rota-Stabelli, O., Campbell, L., Brinkmann, H., Edgecombe, G. D., Longhorn, S. J., Peterson, K. J., … Telford, M. J. (2011). A congruent solution to arthropod phylogeny: Phylogenomics, microRNAs and morphology support monophyletic Mandibulata. Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences, 278(1703), 298–306. https://doi.org/10.1098/rspb.2010.0590

Strausfeld, N. J., Ma, X., Edgecombe, G. D., Fortey, R. A., Land, M. F., Liu, Y., … Hou, X. (2016). Arthropod eyes: The early Cambrian fossil record and divergent evolution of visual systems. Arthropod Structure and Development, 45(2), 152–172. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.asd.2015.07.005 

Torney, C., Lee, M. R., & Owen, A. W. (2014). Microstructure and growth of the lenses of schizochroal trilobite eyes. Palaeontology, 57(4), 783–799. https://doi.org/10.1111/pala.12088 

Thomas, A. T. (2005). Developmental palaeobiology of trilobite eyes and its evolutionary significance. Earth-Science Reviews, 71(1–2), 77–93. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.earscirev.2004.12.003 

https://www.trilobites.info/eyes.htm 

[dal3ks]

the interview

pairing: tony stark x female reader 

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none! just a little bit of cursing and teasing! some flirting! 

"so ms. (y/l/n), i have a new assignment for you," your boss slid you a manila folder, "i need you to conduct an interview for me. preferably recorded. it needs to be in my office tomorrow at eleven a.m., no later."

you stared at the folder, opening it slowly. once you read the name of the individual you were supposed to interview, your jaw dropped, "but getting an interview with tony stark is practically impossible! he's a multimillionaire with much better things to do!"

"and that is precisely why i need you to interview him," your boss cleared his throat, "it is extremely difficult to get time with such a prestige man, but, i do have the interview already scheduled for you. unfortunately, i have to run home early today to pick up my daughter from daycare. i do have faith in you, (y/n). you're a fantastic journalist. your last article about spider-man was not only inspirational, but very thought provoking."

"you're just throwing this assignment in my lap because i mainly write about modern superheroes," you grimaced, "spider-man was a fifteen year old boy. he was a breeze. this time around it's an asshole in his thirties. he's cocky and arrogant."

"i mean if that's what you really think, then i can give you an alternative assignment," your boss shrugged, picking through more folders, "how does the  lady-bug crisis in valor, vermont sound?"

you let out a sigh, "i'll do it. just text me the time and address. and just for your information, i do care about the lady-bug crisis. for some reason i cannot write those kind of articles for the life of me."

"well, i know you will exceed my expectations," your boss gave you a genuine smile, "i'll have my receptionist send you the address on your way out. good luck!"

"i'll do my best," you mumbled, standing up from the chair.

on your way out of your boss' office, his receptionist gave you the time and address of the interview. your jaw dropped once more once you realized where the location was. the interview was scheduled at tony stark's mansion. it was also scheduled for eight-thirty p.m., which was kind of late for a single interview.

you sat down at your desk with a huff. even though the man was an asshole, you were sure that tony stark was brilliant and complex. you jotted down some questions in your phone, preparing for a short interview. typically tony stark got bored with all of the questions, and then proceeded to kick the journalists out. hopefully it would be short. you couldn't stand the man.

even though most of your work involved modern superheroes, you shied away from covering the multimillionaire. there was just something about tony stark that irritated you, and you couldn't place your finger on what it was. sure, he was cocky, arrogant, and boasted about himself, but there was just something else you disliked about him.

it was mainly the way he treated women. he used women as eye candy, toys, and much more. you had heard dozens of stories from women reporters and journalists about how he hit on them. with some of the women, he even offered them a night with him. he was disgusting in that matter, and you were sure to keep your guard up around him.

you left work early to prepare for the interview. although you were wearing black slacks and a blouse, you opted to change into a pair of leggings and a crew neck. you felt that it would give you a more "comfortable" vibe, as you wanted the interview to be more casual. you let your hair stay down in loose curls, and you washed off your makeup. the more you dressed down, the better.

also, you wanted to be comfy since you were going to be staying up all night to write the damn article. the deadline of eleven a.m. was ridiculous, but you knew your boss had good intentions. there was a promotion within the office, and if this article was amazing, then you would earn the job. so, there was more at stake than just an interview with mr. stark.

around eight, you left your apartment. you typed the address into your phone, your fingers shaky. even though you had conducted hundreds of interviews with strangers, this one intimidated you slightly. you were afraid that you were going to bore the man.

once you arrived at tony stark's mansion, you swallowed a lump in your throat. you showed your identification to the security guard, who let you in with a grunt. you pulled into the driveway, exiting your car once you gathered your needed materials.

you knocked on the door, expecting to see mr. stark's assistant, pepper. instead, it was tony stark himself, clad in a pair of sweatpants and a metallica shirt. his outfit was more than likely designer, which intimidated you.

"ah, ms. (y/l/n)? come in," mr. stark opened the door, allowing you to step in.

once you stepped into the house, your heart dropped. it was completely beautiful. the floor was a shiny hardwood, and expensive looking furniture was everywhere. surely this was a mistake. you weren't worthy of being in this man's home.

"is it okay if we do this in my lab?" his voice interrupted your thoughts, "i have something i'm working on. i talk better if i'm tinkering with something."

"oh yeah," you nodded, "not a problem, mr. stark."

he scoffed, "please, call me tony. don't be like everyone else."

his sharp comment made your eye twitch, "i'm sorry, it's just that i'm not used to this."

"new on the job?" he began to walk towards an elevator, which you assumed lead to the basement.

"actually it's my second year," you answered, "my jurisdiction is with the heroes of today."

"ohhh fancy," tony chuckled, "i wouldn't call myself a hero, but i guess i'm popular, huh?"

goddamn this man was cocky. you gritted your teeth, "you must be. the media is all over you."

tony glanced at you, actually taking a second to look at you, "wow."

"what?" you raised a brow, your tone sharp.

"you look good," his voice sounded genuine, "you look amazing, actually."

"and how does this correlate with the interview?" you smirked.

"no one comes dressed like you," tony answered, "i like you already."

"thank you," his compliment made you grin, and you started to think that maybe this man wasn't as bad as you thought.

the elevator doors opened, and tony led you to his work area, where he was tinkering with a new version of his iron man suit. he gestured towards an open chair, and you hesitantly sat down.

"before we start," tony cleared his throat, opening a program on his computer, "do you want anything to drink? is the air comfortable? if it's too hot or too cold, let me know."

"that's sweet of you," you beamed, "but i'm fine. thank you, though."

"no problem," tony nodded, then began toying around with the hologram in front of him.

you admired him for a minute as he worked. his dark hair was messy, which you assumed was due to working in his lab all day. his shirt was a little small, as it defined his muscles in his arms and shoulders as he worked. his brown eyes were focused, searching for a new development on his project. you stared for a second, star struck. this man was gorgeous. no wonder ladies dropped their panties for him.

"you okay?" his voice interrupted your thoughts. you glanced up to see him smirking at you, arms folded across his chest, "i believe we were about to start an interview, not a staring contest."

you felt heat rush into your cheeks, "sorry, you're just uh, extremely attractive when you work."

tony raised a brow, obviously enjoying your embarrassment, "yeah? i get that a lot."

"i'm sorry," you could feel the waves of embarrassment radiating off of you, "let's get started."

"how about i shoot an email to your boss?" tony interjected, "and we postpone this whole shindig. you're different, and i want to get to know you better. forget about me, there's hundreds of interviews with me out there. i want to know about you, (y/n)."

"but tony," you began, "this interview could earn me a higher position."

"and i could get you out of that shitty office and promote you as head of marketing for my company," tony scoffed, "you're an excellent writer, (y/n). i read your article on good old spider boy last week. you deserve something more than nine dollars an hour. you'd excel as head of marketing. and if you want something else, you got it."

you blinked, shocked, "tony, i don't know. your offer is gracious but i just can't up and leave. they need me at that office."

"and who's being cocky now?" tony winked at you, "just consider it, all right? i'll send you some answers to your questions later in an email."

"my boss wants the interview to be recorded," you swallowed a lump in your throat. god he made you a blushing mess.

"they'll be sound bytes then," tony sat down on the counter beside you, "speaking of bytes, how about we grab a bite sometime? do you want to have dinner sometime, with me?"

"like a date?" you widened your eyes.

"yes," he chuckled, "like a date."

"i like the sound of that," you murmured, glancing up at him. even though tony was short, you were still shorter than him.

tony gave you a gentle smile, "you're by far the most beautiful woman who's ever walked in my life."

you blushed, "oh, you don't mean that."

"i do," he nodded, "you're drop dead gorgeous. and i like that you came here as yourself, not some version of yourself that you're forced to be. it's different, a nice different."

you found yourself melting under all of the compliments. your mind buzzed, wondering what was going to happen next. one minute you hated the man, the next, you were falling for him. he really was not the man you had painted him to be in your mind. it just took some time alone with him, away from the media and cameras, to see who he really was.

"thank you, again," you murmured, "you're quite handsome yourself."

"thank you," his voice was soft, "so, tell me about yourself."

you found yourself opening up him, memories and stories spilling out of you. and you didn't know it yet, but as he got to know you, as you opened up, he only fell harder and harder for you.

and you found yourself falling for him as well as the night continued.

[lewa358]

Big City Interview Part 1: Lost in the Concrete Jungle

This day was about time for a good old-fashioned Proper Interview. Not an interview over the phone, or with a staffing agency, or through one of those garbage questionnaires, but one where I had to physically haul my ass to some office building to speak directly with the people who might eventually be my supervisors. More than that, actually--it was a Big City Interview. In contrast to the small-scale franchises or local businesses I usually applied to, this job was in a building tall enough for Spider-Man to swing off of, and to say I was intimidated would be an understatement. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The first thing to note about this journey is that I got dressed in a minor rush; part of that process involved unbuttoning the the top two buttons of my dress shirt to put it on easily, and loosening my tie slightly to ensure I wasn't choking. Now, I want to point out that I was being strategic here, not lazy. After all, I don't need to look completely sharp while I'm driving. You might think I would have the intelligence to correct those shortcuts before the interview started. You would be wrong.

Now, despite my being in a rush, I decided to leave early just in case I wound up running into any problems, and this turned out to be correct enough assumption. See, the job I was applying to was located in a skeevy part of town. Not scummy--I don't think there was gang violence or anything--but most of the buildings and roads were cheap-looking and poorly maintained, with the notable exception of the massive billboards every few blocks. But the company I was applying to was anything but "skeevy"; on the contrary, it was shiny and green, a distinction sharp enough to fuel a dozen generic YA novels about class warfare.

As such, the campus of the offices where I would find myself that day were locked behind those kind of gates that make you validate parking with cards that they print out before they a metal arm swings up to let you drive in. I was not familiar with these sorts of machines, so naturally when I pulled up next to the parking pass dispenser machine, I was too far away to reach. I tried to stick my arm out, but no dice. I eventually had to kill the engine to my car, open the door, unbuckle my seatbelt, hit the button through the open car window, watch the paper come out and the arm swing up, close the car door, put my seatbelt back on, start my car up again, and move on my way.

The buildings were only a fraction of this size, but this is how they felt. Source: Free_photos via Pixbay

Now, this campus was a big place, with at least 5 different buildings for who knows how many organizations, few of which were labeled. All I had to go by was an address and suite number, but before I could even manage that, I had to find a place to park. I absolutely hate being stuck in my car, driving around without knowing where to park, so my policy when entering a new place is to find the first available spot I can see and wander around on foot. Right after I pulled in past the initial gate, I was directly facing a parking structure, so I pulled right on in there. There was another gate with an arm, so I was not--and still am not--sure that I was meant to park there, but when I pressed a button on an intercom the gate swung open so I moseyed on in and parked next to a black Honda Odyssey.

(Well, yes, the parking structure did have the word "visitor" on it, but other areas of the campus had the word "guest" used to refer to different parking spots, and will go to my grave without knowing the difference between the two.)

At this point, I got out of the car and examined myself. This time, I dressed myself properly. I had showered and my nice shoes were tied tightly on my feet. I had even thought to bring masking tape to help pick away at the cat hair that was all over my clothes. Now properly prepared for a legitimate interview, I set off to find the right building.

I immediately failed. All of the buildings on the corporate campus looked identical--massive, generic blocks of concrete and glass, with unit numbers hidden on one seemingly random face of the building. So I walked around, here and there, left and right. There were other people walking around, too. Some wore badges, but I couldn't check to see if they were from the company I was applying to without being creepy about it. Others wore headphones. The people seemed to come from all races, ages, and creeds.

Eventually I found one shorter guy with pathetic facial hair and asked him where I should be headed, which was right in the general direction of the parking structure, and specifically at a building I had walked past before after being unable to find the unit number on its side.

In order to properly explain what happened here, let me whip out MS Paint.

This is the path I had taken after leaving the parking structure (the N is me, with "N" standing for "Noodlehead"):

That big rectangular building in the center would eventually prove to be my destination, but since I couldn't see the unit number on it I walked right past it. All I saw was two small doors specifically labeled for electricians. Now, after talking with the guy, I found myself traveling back, looking at the building again:

After looking at what seemed to be the fourth and final side, I finally saw the unit number I was looking for. This side had a door, but it was completely unlabeled, which was the best option I had at the moment. At this point, I had maybe 10 minutes until my interview, so I wasn't running short on time, but I still needed to get into the building. I knew beforehand that I needed to call someone from the company to unlock the door for me, so I figured that this was the time to take out my phone.

It is around this time that I finally realized that my fly had been completely open all this time, revealing my blue boxer briefs for everyone to peruse. This, at least, I fixed.

I called the number I was given, hoping that I would see someone walk through the door, thus confirming that I wasn't completely lost. The person on the phone told me that she would open the door for me, so I waited a few minutes for someone to appear behind the door. They never did. I called again and asked if she was waiting for me, and she said she was--and she mentioned something about an elevator. There was no elevator outside, so I apologized, explained I was a little lost and would try to fix my situation shortly. So I wandered around a little more and was struck with A Revelation.

Apparently, my sense of direction was so monumentally shitty that I completely misunderstood the size and shape of the building I was walking around. Had I just kept going straight after leaving the parking structure, instead of turning right, I would have realized that the building was concave, and not a rectangle, and the entrance was very prominent and obvious. But instead I took the longest way around possible, confusing both myself and my potential employer.

So, in summary:

This is the true path I took. The interview hadn't even started, and I already felt like a dumbass.

[marvel-lously]

Hot Bath And Cuddles

Words: 1500

Content: fluff

Warnings: implied smut at the end but nothing explicit

A/N: This was a request from the lovely @petalparker <3 I am sorry it took me so long babe. Anyways I am quite happy with how this came out, let me know what you think in the comments please :)

Tags: @dearcindymoon @paramedicpanther @spokenforunicornism @one-big-dreamer @slut-for-fandoms @the-crime-fighting-spider @falseosterhollandfantasies @purespidey @afilmbypeterparkr @hoteaholland @hollandharrison @beautifullydisconnected @princessunicorn13 @itstomsdarling @loverboy-holland @lilyholland @xoxoholland @awshucks-ace @zpidey-sense @infamous-webhead @mandatheredpanda @ahollandy @loserparker @girl-in-the-chair @thcmasholland @trulytom @honeynutholland @cuteparkers @angelicparkerr  @parkers-holland @no-aaaahhhh 

(again, I tagged some of my lovely mutuals, I hope that’s okay, also if you want to be tagged or untagged send me an ask)

You were tired, so, so tired. Your muscles were slowly becoming numb and you were losing your sense of balance, your feet barely holding you up. Now where the hell was Tom?! When you talked with him on the phone he said he'd be here in ten, it's been twenty minutes already and you were getting chilly, your clothes dripping wet from the rain because as if this day couldn't get any worse, you had to forget your umbrella.

You were barely holding back the tears. You never cried in public, not ever, you didn't want to be a damsel in distress, you were a strong independent woman, just ... not today. Today you needed Tom. Where the hell was he anyways?

As if he heard your thoughts, you saw his car pull up to the parking lot. Frustrated, but with relief you sat in car. You were fuming on the inside, on the outside however, you were too tired to even say hello.

»Hey darling, I am sorry I am late, there was this huge traffic jam and ... are you okay?« he urged, finally taking a note of your state, concern colouring his voice.

»'M fine.« you sighed.

»Are you sure 'cause I am fairly sure that even white paint has more colour than you have right now.« He tried to joke, his smile quickly faltering once he saw your unimpressed expression.

»No, honestly Y/N, look at me.« He was waiting for you to face him.

Once you did, he could finally see the tears dwelling in your eyes and small smudges of mascara in corners of your eyes.

»I am just ...« a sob broke your voice. »I had a very bad day today and all I want to do right now is curl up in bed and cry« You admitted defeatedly.

After a moment of silence, Tom spoke up: »Alright, I know just the thing that's going to help.«

You looked at him with doubt. He just smiled at you gently and tenderly caressed your cheek.

After five minute ride he parked in front of a small coffee shop.

»I'll be back in a second, wait here.« He rushed to the shop.

You saw him come back with two cups of coffee.

»Here you go hon, hazelnut cappuccino, no sugar, am I right?« He stammered nervously.

»Yes!« You nearly cheered, this coffee being the first good thing today.

You sighed contently when the hot liquid warmed your insides and the smell of hazelnut along with the bittersweet taste of your cappuccino took over your senses.

Tom grinned, looking at the scene. Just moments ago you were on the verge of a breakdown, interesting how a small cup of coffee can do wonders.

»I am still a little cold and my clothes are still damp so you might want to take us home now?« You sassed, already feeling just a tad better.

»Plus I still haven't completely forgiven you for being late.« You added jokingly.

»Well what can a man do then, for you to forgive him?« He joked back.

»We'll figure something out.« You smirked.

After a while, he finally parked the car in front of your apartment building. You stepped out of the car, nearly tripping over your own feet.

»Okay, that's it, I am carrying you.« Tom tried to suppress his laugh.

»Tooom...« You tried to protest, but he already picked you up, giving you a piggyback ride all the way to your apartment.

»Aren't I a little heavy?« You asked, after he dropped you off his shoulders in front of the door.

»You? Never.« He gave you a comforting smile.

»Why don't you take your clothes off, while I run you a nice, hot bath?« he offered.

You nodded and began the struggle with trying to take off your sticky clothes.

»Tom ... I am stuck.« You came to the bathroom, your jumper half covering your head, making a mess out of your hair, you managed to free one arm from it, the other still struggling to rid of the long, itchy sleeve.

»A little help would be greatly appreciated!« You huffed, irritatedly.

Tom coughed to cover up his laugh. »Of course darling.«

After a few roughly pulled hair and just mild complaining from your side, you two managed to take the jumper off.

Tom grinned at the nest that came to form of your hair.

»Stop it!« You said, lightly hitting his shoulder.

»Come on, get in the bath you goof.« He gushed.

He really did make you a nice bubbly bath, with lavender oil, your favorite.

»You know you can join me, right?« You quipped.

He seemed to be in thought for a moment but was quick to start stripping his clothes off, seating himself behind your back.

»So, wanna tell me what happened today?« He urged.

You sighed. »It's just the professors. Especially Ms. Pike, she literally pushed me on the verge of a mental break down today. She knew I wasn't present in class previous lesson and she still insisted on questioning me and gave me a D-. Can you imagine? She questioned me about the topic that I barely heard a few sentences about from my schoolmates. And now, it will affect my GPA and I'll have to study extra hard for this subject, despite already having a dozen assignments from other professors.

And as if that wasn't enough, someone stole my lunch today and when I wanted to go to the panini shop over the street I figured I forgot my wallet, so I had to ask my friend to buy a sandwich for me. Well, turns out the shop was closed today, so we had to go and buy some shitty toast from our cafeteria, where they put loads of mayo on everything and you know that I am not really a fan of mayo, so there's that and then when waiting for you I remembered i had forgotten my umbrella at home as well and just ...« You stopped to take a breath from your rambling.

»I am sorry, I must seem so silly right now.« You felt tears returning to your eyes.

»Hey, hey, hey! Stop it right now, these things aren't silly if they upset you. Nothing that upsets you is silly or stupid or trivial to me, understand? But you know what? I believe in you, I believe you can fix your grade, although it'll now take you some extra work because of that douchebag teacher.

But you can do it Y/N, you can manage all of this because  truth be told, I have never seen more hardworking, more intelligent, more talented and more determined person than you. You totally got this! I believe in you! Now all you have to do is to believe in yourself!« Tom said in a certain voice, while gently rubbing your shoulders, holding you in his embrace.

»Still, you need to relax and take your mind off of it for today, okay?« You nodded while he softly kissed your forehead.

He started to shampoo and massage your scalp delicately, putting just the right amount of pressure to your skin while rubbing it.

You hummed, content with how you currently were; pressed against Tom's warm chest, while he's taking care of you. Unfortunately, water started to cool down and eventually it was time to leave your pleasant bath.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, you sat on a sofa, in the meantime Tom offered to make you some soup, to finally get you an edible lunch.

»Thank you!« You said and patted a spot next to you, urging him to sit down beside you, so you can snuggle up in his arms.

Tom's hugs always felt good, they gave you this sense of familiarity, safety-he felt like home to you.

You two decided to have a movie marathon and were currently watching The Proposal, when you decided to speak up.

»Hey Tom?« you chimed.

»Hmm?«

»Thank you for today, I honestly don't know what I would do if you weren't here.« You said, fidgeting.

»Always.« He replied.

»Was that a Harry Potter innuendo?« You giggled.

»Maybe.« He crooned.

»You dork!« You laughed, ruffling his hair playfully.

And then you kissed him. At first a light kiss turned into a needier one when Tom softly grazed your lip, his tongue begging to give him entrance to which you happily obliged. The kiss got more passionate with Tom's arms slowly roaming over your body, his hand skimming over your exposed skin.

Out of breath, he broke the kiss, a lustful glint reflecting in his eyes. »How about we take this to our bedroom?«

Maybe this day wasn't so crappy after all.

[obscuraxrp]

The smoke settles to reveal KOMATSU NANA, a 21 year old witch of Sunseong. She is a drug dealer who appears to be adept in snake persuasion and cannabis manipulation --- but like most things in Sunseong, there must be more to her than meets the eye.

FACECLAIM: komatsu nana, actress

APPEARANCE:

She has 8 tattoos and one piercing. Her first is the one on her stomach, a huge snake that wraps from her lower chest to the top of her pelvic bone. Her second is a tattoo of the middle finger that says “dear patriarchy” this is on the back of her right arm. Next she has a skinny snake that travels from her elbow down to her wrist. Her fourth tattoo is a spider on her left thumb. On her neck she has a group of flowers that go from her shoulder blade to the back of her ear. Her biggest tattoo is that of a hissing snake on her leg; it goes from the top of her thigh to the lower part of her calf. Her last two tattoos are a heart that says “brat” in the middle on the back of her left arm, and a snake biting a hand on the front of her left arm. Under her tongue she has a frenulum piercing.

BIOGRAPHY:

Not much can be said of the life that Nana Komatsu has lived to this point. She was what she would consider the average cool kid; she drank, smoked, talked to snakes and in her youth, did a little too many drugs.

Her childhood was uneventful. Her parents loved her, she was always encouraged to shoot for the stars, cause like her parents always said, “even if you fail, you’ll land on the moon.” But it wasn’t the stars that the awkward, gangly girl adored. It was the earth. Nature, plants, flowers and even weeds were all of fascination to the girl, and for a short while, even the people on earth was something she adored. Such a caring, loving, rose of a girl was turned and twisted into a callous thorn when the realizations of the world settled in. People were not a thing to admire. Not even children had kindness in their hearts as she was ridiculed and shunned for who she was.

Nana grew up in a house of acceptance and exploration. And as she aged, she learned that she liked girls as well as boys. Her parents caring nature accepted her and encouraged her to never hide who she was. These good intentions were sadly not the best advice for Nana. As school years came and went, Nana, became more and more secluded. Liking girls and guys seemed to put her in the perfect position to be a target of ridicule. From as young as fifth grade she was made to seem like a freak. Something as basic as love made Nana receive an ungodly amount of hate.

As middle school came and went, she made the decision that people were useless, and she quickly discovered the next best thing to friendship, drugs. Painkillers, hallucinogens, Xanax, and sometimes even paint thinner became her best friends. Getting high was her way of getting through the shitty life that schoolyard ridicule put her through.

In her freshman year of high school, Nana discovered much more than drugs; she discovered the magic she held within her. During one particularly heavy session of shrooms in the woods behind her family’s house, she made a life-changing discovery. She was sitting next to a tree, enjoying the scene of colors and music dance through the air when she hears a small voice travel to her ear. It sounded like a tiny whisper that came from the ground and with eyes widened, Nana proceeded to search on hands and knees for the source of the voice. With her ear almost place to the dirt she said in a voice that shook with a sing-song voice as it came from her lips, “what did you say Ms. Earth?” And it was then that she was the source of the voice; a four-foot snake slithered in front of her, as she sat up the snake coiled and rested up as if to be eye level with her. “I asked, what was your name?” the snake said in a slight hiss.

Nana spent the rest of her high talking to this snake, who, she eagerly decided to name, sunbeam. As her high began to wear off, she said her goodbyes to sunbeam baby and went home to sleep off the remaining high. For a while, she tried to blow off talking to snakes to just being a result of a high, until she went to a reptile house and could hear the hundreds of conversations between the snakes.

Over time, she actually developed friends through this passion of finding the next high, and the ability to speak to snakes. The reptiles kept her company during the summers and weekends, while a shady group of upper-class men kept her company under the bleachers during school.

High after high, drug after drug Nana and her friends tried more new things. It was after a friend brought a tiny baggy of white powder that the girl was forced to discover another life-changing event. As the mixture was prepared upon a spoon, the white powder turned to a brown liquid and was sucked into a syringe. Nana was the last to inject the liquid into the crease of her arm. Nana was the only one who never felt high. As if almost immediately she began to tremble, all the color drained from her body as she collapsed from the chair in which she sat. Seizing, she frothed at the mouth and her lips turned blue. Although it looked like a terrible sight, Nana couldn’t feel a thing; better yet she couldn’t even move. As she vomited she remembered seeing the look of horror on her friends’ faces and she slowly had tunnel vision taking over her sight. As she laid there in her own filth she expected to hear the sirens of emergency care, but they never came. Before she blacked out completely she witnessed all of those who were with her leave her to die under the filthy bleachers.

Although, this didn’t kill Nana. A teacher found her under the bleachers and called an ambulance. Her life was saved but ruined at the same time. She was expelled from school and forced to go to rehab. While her parents still loved and cared for her, she refused to talk to them after that experience… out of anger but particularly out of shame.

While she lived a hard drug-free life, as she took to her life after rehab she did fall upon the dependency of marijuana and cigarettes. As she settled into to life in her new city she started growing and selling marijuana as a means to pay rent and afford food. As the years passed, she created a lucrative business for herself, with the help of her magic of course. She lives a life that is what she a disappointment to her parents, but she can’t say she hates it. After all she didn’t reach the stars, and she never even landed on the moon.

CHARACTERIZATION:

More concerned with the sky above her than the people on earth, Nana tends to put most of her thoughts and efforts into space, stars, or the non-talking creatures of earth; never truly caring about the people around her. The only time she finds people to be of use is when she is intrigued by their astrological sign, or when she wants someone to get high with. Although this does not mean Nana likes to spend her time alone, in reality it is the exact opposite. While she won’t go and openly admit it, she hates being alone and prefers to spend her time in places that has a lot of people. The young adult likes to people watch and listen into other’s conversations; mainly for the purpose of guessing their star sign, also because she cannot help but be nosey.

She is often quite around people she is unfamiliar with, but once when she feels comfortable her loud mouth, ridiculous humor, and faux deep tendencies are quite apparent. She tends to have a quite chaotic side. A side of her that likes to steal, destroy, and lie just for the fun of it.

It is difficult for Nana to go a day without getting high, and usually smokes cigarettes when she can get the time or money to smoke weed. Although the young woman does not see a problem with this; cigarettes are bad of course, but compared to the drugs she did in the past, they are not anything that she worries would kill her.

She hates the world she lives in; not understanding why the people are so quick to judge, criticize, and kill. Which is why Nana dwells herself into the simpler things in life; the stars, plants, and animals of the earth. She believes that the only reason why earth is of value, is because of the animals that live here. If only humans inhabited earth, she would rather have it destroyed.

SPECIALTIES:

RANK II. (Requires 40 points):

·       Snake Persuasion

She can verbally and mentally communicate with all types of snakes. This allows her to manipulate or influence the actions of snakes to do her will. She is only able to control snakes who she has properly introduced herself to.

o    Snake Empathy – She can sense and understand the emotions of snakes, and due to this link the snakes can sense her emotions and pain. This is a form of mind link and she is only able to use it on specific snakes such as her two pet snakes, Banana and Sriracha.

RANK II. (Requires 40 points):

·       Cannabis Manipulation

This is the ability to manipulate and to enhance the growth and lifespan of Marijuana, hemp and other cannabis family plants. You could say she has a ‘green thumb’… *finger guns*. She can heal unhealthy weed plants with her touch and she can speed up growth as well. Overall her plants seem to thrive and always give off a great high.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                                Komatsu Nana, who is known by no other name;                                                  a 20 year old daughter of Wadjet.                                  She is a employee and party hostess at Roller Disco.

FC NAME/GROUP: Nana Komatsu CHARACTER NAME:   AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 20 years – feb 7 1996 PLACE OF BIRTH: tokyo, japan OCCUPATION: general employee at Roller Disco & party hostess HEIGHT: 5’6” WEIGHT: 118 lbs DEFINING FEATURES: She has 8 tattoos and one piercing. Her first is the one on her stomach, a huge snake that wraps from her lower chest to the top of her pelvic bone. Her second is a tattoo of the middle finger that says “dear patriarchy” this is on the back of her right arm. Next she has a skinny snake that travels from her elbow down to her wrist. Her fourth tattoo is a spider on her left thumb. On her neck she has a group of flowers that go from her shoulder blade to the back of her ear. Her biggest tattoo is that of a hissing snake on her leg; it goes from the top of her thigh to the lower part of her calf. Her last two tattoos are a heart that says “brat” in the middle on the back of her left arm, and a snake biting a hand on the front of her left arm. Under her tongue she has a frenulum piercing.

PERSONALITY: More concerned with the sky above her than the people on earth, Nana tends to put most of her thoughts and efforts into space, stars, or the non-talking creatures of earth; never truly caring about the people around her. The only time she finds people to be of use is when she is intrigued by their astrological sign, or when he wants someone to get high with. Although this does not mean Nana likes to spend her time alone, in reality it is the exact opposite. While she won’t go and openly admit it, she hates being alone and prefers to spend her time in places that has a lot of people. The young adult likes to people watch and listen into other’s conversations; mainly for the purpose of guessing their star sign, also because she cannot help but be nosey.

She is often quite around people she is unfamiliar with, but once when she feels comfortable her loud mouth, ridiculous humor, and faux deep tendencies are quite apparent. Although she is not stupid, Nana tends not dwell into the more serious side of things; It’s not her business or duty to find out all the answers of the world.

It is difficult for Nana to go a day without getting high, and usually smokes cigarettes when she can get the time or money to smoke weed. Although the young woman does not see a problem with this; cigarettes are bad of course, but compared to the drugs she did in the past, they are not anything that she worries would kill her.

She hates the world she lives in; not understanding why the people are so quick to judge, criticize, and kill. Which is why Nana dwells herself into the simpler things in life; the stars, plants, and animals of the earth. She believes that the only reason why earth is of value, is because of the animals that live here. If only humans inhabited earth, she would rather have it destroyed.

HISTORY: // Trigger warning! This backstory contains Drug usage, overdose, homophobia, and the description of a high and drug use. //

Not much can be said of the life that Nana Komatsu has lived to this point. She was what she would consider the average cool kid; she drank, smoked, talked to snakes and in her youth, did a little too many drugs.

Her childhood was uneventful. Her parents loved her, she was always encouraged to shoot for the stars, cause like her parents always said, “even if you fail, you’ll land on the moon.” But it wasn’t the stars that the awkward, gangly girl adored. It was the earth. Nature, plants, flowers and even weeds were all of fascination to the girl, and for a short while, even the people on earth was something she adored. Such a caring, loving, rose of a girl was turned and twisted into a callous thorn when the realizations of the world settled in. People were not a thing to admire. Not even children had kindness in their hearts as she was ridiculed and shunned for who she was.

Nana grew up in a house of acceptance and exploration. And as she aged, she learned that she liked girls as well as boys. Her parents caring nature accepted her and encouraged her to never hide who she was. These good intentions were sadly not the best advice for Nana. As school years came and went, Nana, became more and more secluded. Liking girls and guys seemed to put her in the perfect position to be a target of ridicule. From as young as fifth grade she was made to seem like a freak. Something as basic as love made Nana receive an ungodly amount of hate.

As middle school came and went, she made the decision that people were useless, and she quickly discovered the next best thing to friendship, drugs. Painkillers, hallucinogens, Xanax, and sometimes even paint thinner became her best friends. Getting high was her way of getting through the shitty life that schoolyard ridicule put her through.

In her freshman year of high school, Nana discovered much more than drugs; she discovered the magic she held within her. During one particularly heavy session of shrooms in the woods behind her family’s house, she made a life-changing discovery. She was sitting next to a tree, enjoying the scene of colors and music dance through the air when she hears a small voice travel to her ear. It sounded like a tiny whisper that came from the ground and with eyes widened, Nana proceeded to search on hands and knees for the source of the voice. With her ear almost place to the dirt she said in a voice that shook with a sing-song voice as it came from her lips, “what did you say Ms. Earth?” And it was then that she was the source of the voice; a four-foot snake slithered in front of her, as she sat up the snake coiled and rested up as if to be eye level with her. “I asked, what was your name?” the snake said in a slight hiss.

Nana spent the rest of her high talking to this snake, who, she eagerly decided to name, sunbeam. As her high began to wear off, she said her goodbyes to sunbeam baby and went home to sleep off the remaining high. For a while, she tried to blow off talking to snakes to just being a result of a high, until she went to a reptile house and could hear the hundreds of conversations between the snakes.

Over time, she actually developed friends through this passion of finding the next high, and the ability to speak to snakes. The reptiles kept her company during the summers and weekends, while a shady group of upper-class men kept her company under the bleachers during school.

High after high, drug after drug Nana and her friends tried more new things. It was after a friend brought a tiny baggy of white powder that the girl was forced to discover another life-changing event. As the mixture was prepared upon a spoon, the white powder turned to a brown liquid and was sucked into a syringe. Nana was the last to inject the liquid into the crease of her arm. Nana was the only one who never felt high. As if almost immediately she began to tremble, all the color drained from her body as she collapsed from the chair in which she sat. Seizing, she frothed at the mouth and her lips turned blue. Although it looked like a terrible sight, Nana couldn’t feel a thing; better yet she couldn’t even move. As she vomited she remembered seeing the look of horror on her friends’ faces and she slowly had tunnel vision taking over her sight. As she laid there in her own filth she expected to hear the sirens of emergency care, but they never came. Before she blacked out completely she witnessed all of those who were with her leave her to die under the filthy bleachers.

Although, this didn’t kill Nana. A teacher found her under the bleachers and called an ambulance. Her life was saved but ruined at the same time. She was expelled from school and forced to go to rehab. While her parents still loved and cared for her, she refused to talk to them after that experience… out of anger but particularly out of shame.

While she lived a hard drug-free life, as she took to her life after rehab she did fall upon the dependency of marijuana and cigarettes. As she settled into to life in her new city she started growing and selling marijuana and working at a roller rink as a means to pay rent and afford food. She lives a life that is what she a disappointment to her parents, but she can’t say she hates it. After all she is beginning a new, and the only person who matters is herself.

PANTHEON: Egyptian CHILD OF: Wadjet POWERS:

Snake Persuasion - She can verbally and mentally communicate with all types of snakes. This allows her to manipulate or influence the actions of snakes to do her will. She is only able to control snakes who she has properly introduced herself to. Snakes that she has not introduced herself to will not listen to her or heed her commands.

Snake Empathy – She can sense and understand the emotions of snakes, and due to this link the snakes can sense her emotions and pain. This is a form of mind link and she is only able to use it on specific snakes such as her two pet snakes, Banana and Sriracha. It takes a deep connection to be formed to be able to link minds.

STRENGTHS:

Incredibly smart -  specifically with any type of science. Her favorite being physics.

Fearless – if there is a dare brought up to her you can consider it done!

Independent – she has lived on her own since she was 16 years old, and she will never accept a handout.

WEAKNESSES:

Lazy – cleaning the house? Brushing her hair daily? Wearing something other than tee shirts and sweatpants?  Nana has surely never heard of any of these things.

Unmotivated – she legit tries for nothing, school comes so easy for herself that over the years she just doesn’t try but still finds a way to succeed.

Addictive – although her past clearly describes this, nana is a person that is easily addicted to anything that she can become addicted to.