I Lied - Tumblr Posts
time to post and run? yeah, that's what I'll do. see yall tomorrow
im literally in love with u omfg.
how do you come up with your designs for mcyt’s? theyre so creative and cool so i thought id ask
THANK YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTION
now entering yap city tihs will be a long post
my steps are basically
voice
personality
og look of minecraft skin/branding
player movement
other ppls fanart (if any)
things that happened/cultural associations
i start with a bunch of random sketches to get the feel of the person.. that's why so many of my early posts were doodle pages. to me, character design is more based on what the person is like rather than what they look like. i think a lot of people do that
I do this with all of the above and shape language, but in bigger art pieces outside of lineups i also use color and perspective (as in youll see more of someone like spepticle in large, sweeping scenes while someone like zam in closed, heavily perspective-based ones) to indicate personality. ill change designs when suited for this too (spoke with or without a gas mask, vi with or without a mouth, etc etc)
my first iteration of lifesteal designs heavily relied on the look of the skins and were gradually tweaked over time. my most prominent example of this is my spoke design, so i'll use him at least once in the examples for continuous comparison.
i watch a couple of each person's videos first, understand their voice, personality, and what they do, then focus on them in other people's videos too to get a full story, their movement, and what others think of them (helps with personality and things we might not see). streams are the most helpful because they're less biased and you see so much more of their antics. huge stream fan.
i get into the how after this
this process doesnt go in order for some designs and others have a more prominent focus on particular parts of the process that override or effect other parts
Voice
starting off with not spoke here's a problem i encountered when designing wemmbu
I based him a lot off of spoke and ashswag due to not knowing much about him besides the fact that he schemes (spoke&ash-esque) and he doesn't move his character around too much when talking (ash behavior). he didn't match the left one because his voice doesn't have the dramatic, flamboyant fratboy flair that spoke has, so I shifted it to be more friendly yet still dangerous with curved square shapes rather than triangles. i made his scheming, diabolical nature more evident through his clothing that's pretty jester-like and sharp, but with a smoother middle that spoke doesn't have (and to match his eyes).
voice also impacts character height. i dont know how to describe this. mapicc and zam are similar heights because their voices are similar, same goes for parrot and vortex, but leo and vitalasy are close to the same height (due to vitalasy's huge fuckass ears) despite having wildly different voices, with leo's bold text voice and vitalasy's higher-pitched jumbled kinda speech they still take up the same "amount of space" in conversation. they stand out. and even though spoke's voice also stands out an incredible amount he is still only slightly taller than average. this is where personality overrides voice in my designs.
Personality
spoke is sharp in every sense of the word, but is also able to mold himself around to get what he needs.
my first attempt at him was pretty lackluster. i didn't know much of him at the time, only his wither video, and thus understood him mainly through his association with parrot. he seemed a lot more evil and more serious at first glance. like woah! fully fledged mouth and nose?! not anymore.
i cover certain expressive parts to also depict more of their personality in some abstract, holistic way. after watching streams and whatnot, spoke doesnt actually speak (excluding his random sounds and yips or whatever he does) too terribly much, except when the spotlight is on him or he's trying to get something. so, i tweaked his design to encompass that when i understood him better.
i take away his arms to allow his hands to stand out more (character movement thing, he moves around a lot when no one is paying attention to him, punches the air when ..not talking but making a point ig. he's a big fan of hovering menacingly), i give him a slinky-like outside skeletal structure to both capture his affinity for withers (i made him a wither thing because of the wither sounds in his video.. and the withers in general) and to give him the feeling of more freedom with his movement.
i also just really like gas masks so. basically, spoke is someone that hides away until he chooses to stand out. thank lord heaven he looks like some shadow creature.
later on i gave him more magenta highlights, especially in the wormhole era because 1. magenta wasnt heavily included in his rainbow look, making it stand out on his whole being, and 2. because magenta is really really cool and people should use it more.
og minecraft skin/branding
hi spokeis here. this will be quick because his branding is so heavy. lightning, rainbow, black. boom. character. withers and white eyes? easy. causes a lot of anarchy? again, lightning and withers.
planetlord on the other hand is someone i greatly differed from the og skin and branding. i saw the design in a vision idk. i shift his colors all the time in different pieces but i use more of his pfp colors now because there's too many purples in this world. his branding, personality, and voice all connect very well. a bit misleading, he's a bit of a weasel.
Movement
i never used to look into movement, but pvp styles and conversational movement of lifesteal is intriguing. unfortunately it was only something i started paying attention to during the end of s4 because vitalasy's movement was so interesting. he's a big fan of getting in people's faces.
ill be real, i didn't really notice spoke a lot during things because he was almost always never alone, and when he was it is always at a distance or you knew he had people to back him up.
spoke's movement isn't actually too abnormal. he's goal oriented and tends to always be doing something, and when he does he finds the most efficient way possible. pretty basic. his design choices are based mainly on voice and personality.
someone like mapicc on the other hand has very particular movement. he spins around people when fighting and gets right up in their face (in nethpot pvp mostly), so i made his clothing tighter to the skin with looser parts to accentuate that movement: practical clothing for close combat battles. it was also noticed (by the lord) that he tends to look straight forward instead of the slightly down that most players do.
zam fights differently, but i made him with the og branding (he's princezam) and what he does in mind. his body language in my art is more indicative of his personality.
Other people's fanart
shoutout the community, a notable amount of ideas were from the mid-late 2022 lifesteal community.
dog leowook and leather jacket mapicc were from gen, jackalope rek from aoi i think, "croptop" jacket spoke from saints-blade, snail terrain from navy-leader, tv ashswag from kish, sock puppet red definitely from someone i dont remember, 4 armed squiddo from seri, and old cartoon jaron was from bucket
Things that happened/istarted talking about cultural inspirations
spoke and his connection to godhood influenced his redesign greatly. this section affects what the character wears most of the time.
i give both spoke and vitalasy painted palms (alta) due to their connection with godhood and destruction, with spoke in particular reminding me a lot of Kali Ma, thus i gave him a skirt (due to nppp too). vitalasy's clothing is based on Indonesian cultural clothing. wemmbu's also takes inspiration from Indonesian and Bhutan cultural clothing.
indigenous cultures inspired some designs too (i do a lot of ethnographic anthropology work with some of the tribes i base the clothing off of), with woogie having Yupik and Inuit inspiration. polar bear = cold climate in my head. and leo has Haida and Yunnan (minority Chinese providence, not a tribe) inspiration.
bacon's... not bacon strip design's clothing was based on Bangladeshi clothing (im Bangladeshi, i also added alpona patterns to ash's design), nomadic cultures, and some german pilgrim thing?? idk not my best design. i specifically looked for nomadic inspiration because of his willingness to flee at any moment lol. i didnt do this for rek despite his fleeing reputation because i dont watch rek content too much and he already had hybrid traits that took care of that presentation.
poafa's design is a goat because of the medusa trials where he was used as a scapegoat. makes sense i think. his horns are from past associations with jepex that infected mapicc as well (devil trio s1). zam's design is very much from s3 empire and s4 castle.
planet's design changed slightly, mostly rounder shapes, but also the number of "spikes" on his scarf, now stuck at three because of 3ht.. and easier to draw than five. minutetech has a bow instead of a bowtie from jumper due to s5 happenings. the gem on his crown has wemmbu's highlights from his gem's main color.
roshambo's design was also heavily influenced by medusa where i gave him a snake body. in my art that depicts before medusa events he doesn't have the snake body, and same goes with before s4 spoke where i draw him with full pants. in some sketches ive depicted mapicc with a muzzle only after the destruction of s4 spawn due to quix's mapicc dog influence shoutout.
mapicc and ro have matching things that persist seasons (mapicc periwinkle collar, ro red painted ring finger... head finger?), as did subz and vitalasy with matching shoulder pads (beginning of s4 subz had a bandana and vitalasy had a bell that traded between them through artworks of mine) Vitalasy also gained sun and moon earrings. mid and 4c have matching hoods/cloaks ^_^ marriage or something.
hope this made sense and covered everything you could have ever wanted forever... feel free to ask me questions i love explaining processes
After voting, please reblog the post so we get a wider range of responses (or to add a headcanon not listed here in the tags or replies!)
onigiri manko living on in my roverscar world 🧎♂️🍙
Salvador, my veteran from darktide! Absolutely trustworthy, the sanest cadian man out there, I assure you!
spider-min - spider-man!seungmin x gn!reader
˗ˏˋ pairing: spiderman!kim seungmin x gn!reader
˗ˏˋ description: you work as a journalist for your local newspaper and your boss is absolutely obsessed with spider-man. after almost being mugged one night and saved by no one else than the friendly neighbourhood superhero himself, your boss assigns you to work on an article about your experience. together with seungmin, the best spider-man photographer in town, you work on your article - and find out a thing or two about your relationship with your favourite coworker.
˗ˏˋword count: 7.4k
˗ˏˋ tags: spiderman!seungmin, journalist!yn, coworkers to lovers, a mugging but it is prevented (duh), blood, insults (derogatory not sexual), bruises, injured seungmin (but it's gonna be fine), flirty spiderman cutie civilian persona! but make it seungmin, no cliffhanger this time
˗ˏˋ taglist: if you want to be (un)added, send me an ask please !!
author's note: i love spider-man and i love seungmin. i read a fic with a similar idea ages ago and i have been dying to write my own spider-man!au, so i hope i did well. i already aplogise for my lame action scenes in advance. (i also added some dividers this time, because tumblr doesn't do the paragraphs the way my google docs does). enjoy !!
don't repost. don't translate. minors and ageless blogs dni!
spider-min (kim seungmin)
It was still dark outside when you left for your work at the Daily Stay, your local newspaper. Your boss had asked you all to come in early for an emergency meeting, as he called it, even though it would most likely just be him gushing about Spider-Man for a few hours before he let you guys go on with your work days.
Spider-Man was something of a local hero from your town. Even the rest of the country was absolutely smitten for the new superhero. It was some guy in a spandex suit, who would occasionally help people out whenever they needed him. His suit was inspired by a spiderweb and according to eyewitnesses who have met this hero before, he even shared characteristics of a spider. Allegedly, he was able to crawl up the walls of buildings and occasionally even shot spiderwebs out of his wrists to either constrain the criminals he fought or to swing around town like a maniac. You had not met him in person yet, however, and if he looked anything like a spider under that mask, you were not sure if you really wanted to. He never really answered your boss’ pleas for an interview, anyway.
When you arrived at the meeting room, Seungmin was already there, waiting for you. Seungmin was a colleague of yours who you talked to occasionally. On some level, you would consider each other work friends, since you were one of the only two young people in your department. You both attended the same college and were just trying to make ends meet with your jobs respectively. Seungmin usually worked on reporting Spider-Man related cases, since he was the only one in your company who even got a glimpse of the superhero in the wild. The both of you had worked on an article a few months back when Seungmin just started, which made you guys grow closer to each other. Seungmin used to be really shy around you and on some level, he still was - but he finally cracked jokes around you and it made your heart warm.
Said man looked up when you arrived and smiled widely. He always showed his teeth in a lopsided smile whenever he talked to anyone and it was cute, you thought. One time you overheard his friends on campus call him a human sized puppy and they were absolutely right.
“Good morning,” he said and you answered with a yawn.
“Morning.”
Seungmin’s smile turned into a grin and his eyes into crescent moons, “Long night?”
You nodded, “I had to finish this article and an essay. I can’t wait for today to be over."
Seungmin nodded understandingly and pulled the chair beside him back.
“I get it, I did the same. I saved you a place, though, I was hoping you’d be here. I wouldn’t survive this meeting without you.”
Dramatically, he put his hand on his chest over his heart and you smiled weakly.
“How does someone have so much energy at seven in the morning?”
“It’s my special talent,” Seungmin grinned, “I mixed my coffee with my energy this morning. I’m gonna be unstoppable today.”
You snorted as an answer and turned around to look at your boss, Mr. Park. He was a man in his mid-fifties and utterly obsessed with Spider-Man. To your boss, Spider-Man was the best thing that has ever happened to your town and unfortunately, he might even be right.
Mr. Park spent the entire meeting talking about said superhero, just like you were expecting when you got up this morning. He highlighted once again how important it was to get stories out about the hero and how important he was because he kept your city safe. It was the least you could do to thank him, because which superhero does not want the general public to know about the good things they do?
You grinned. Considering that no one knew who Spider-Man was, let alone saw him in the wild if there was no crime going on, you were really doubting that he did all of this for fame and gratitude, as your boss claimed. Beside you, Seungmin snickered.
“Does he really think he does it for all of that? I’m pretty sure Spider-Man is lame. I only ever see him harass pigeons on rooftops.”
You turned your head around to hide your smirk growing onto your lips.
“Shut up. I’m trying to pay attention,” you whispered when your internal laughter died down. It made Seungmin grin even wider.
“I’m serious. I’m pretty sure I saw one shit on him before.”
You snorted again quietly and looked back at Mr. Park, who was now staring at you. Quickly, you hid your laughter by fake-coughing, which he gracefully accepted.
“As I was saying: We need to get more stories about Spider-Man out. Ask around town what people have heard. Our digital submission app for Spider-Sightings is also almost up,” Mr. Park clapped loudly, “We get the town involved. It’s gonna be beautiful.”
You grimaced and Seungmin beside you snickered again. Scoffing, you elbowed him and told him to pay attention. It was just in time when your boss called out to him.
“Mr. Kim. Do you have new pictures for us?” Seungmin nodded in response.
“Wonderful,” Mr. Park seemed pleased, ”We will use them for our new articles. I want them out by tomorrow. Please work hard today.”
And with that, he finally closed the meeting. It was almost nine now. You stood up to stretch your arms and Seungmin did the same.
“I need a coffee,” you mumbled and Seungmin nodded.
“Get one. I need to go out and hope I see the spider somewhere. I don’t have anything, he was literally nowhere to be seen all week. That dumbass is probably busy getting revenge on the pigeons.”
You laughed again and bid Seungmin goodbye, “Alright. Have fun! See you later.”
Seungmin smiled lopsidedly, “See you.”
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
Since you already finished most of your article that was due tonight last night, you finished up pretty quickly. You spent the rest of your day preparing some notes from your classes and were desperately hoping that you day would go by faster. While working on your notes, you were thinking about buying fast food for dinner tonight. You definitely deserved it after the days you had and you were still considering where to go, when your coworker indicated the end of your shift.
Sighing, you packed all of your things together and got up. You told everyone goodbye and left the building. It was dark again outside and it really dampened your mood. Your dinner tonight was the only thing you were looking forward to.
Since the place you decided to go to was not that far away, you walked there by foot. It was still bright enough to see where you were going, or so you hoped. When you walked around the corner, you accidentally stepped into a man.
“I’m sorry,” you said, confusedly looking at his face, “I didn’t see where I was going.”
The man huffed and pushed his shoulder against yours.
“Dumbass.”
You breathed out and fixed your bag on your shoulder. You did not want to start an argument, you were smarter than this. It was widely known that this entire town was unsafe, hence the obsession with Spider-Man.
“Did you say something?” The man mocked you amusedly, “You shouldn’t walk around at night all alone looking like this.”
He looked you up and down and licked his lips, “Where are you going? We can get you there.”
You looked past him and saw the other two men who were with him. You nervously pressed your lips together and shook your head. Your hands were slightly shaking.
“It’s all good. I’m going to meet my boyfriend right over there,” you lied and pointed to the place you wanted to go to. It was only a few metres away and you were desperately hoping that the men would get the hint. Naturally, they did not.
“Your boyfriend?” He laughed and forcefully grabbed you by your arm, “Who would want you?”
Talking to this man was like a whiplash, and even worse, his friends did not seem to mind. They were grinning, even. It was hard to stay calm, but you tried to level your breath in hopes that he would let go if you did not react to him. That was when one of his friends took a step forward and tried to grab your other arm. You took a step backwards, horrified.
“Enough. Just give us your money and we’ll let you go to your boyfriend. He can pay for your shit, can’t he?” His laugh and breath was even more disgusting than his friend’s who approached you first.
“I don’t have money on me,” you lied and tried to get your arm out of the first one's grasp. His hold around your arm tightened.
“Listen to me, asshole. You’re gonna give us your fucking bag or else.”
“Or else what?” A voice interrupted him. The third man sighed and spat on the ground.
“Not you again.”
The stranger laughed, “Oopsie!”
You glanced behind you and saw a blur of blue and red jumping down on the street light. The figure crouched down on top of the street light, both of his hands tightly holding himself still on the lamp below him.
“Go ahead. Tell me what you’re planning to do. I’m sure the police would love to know too.”
The guy’s grip around you tightened and you hissed in pain. The stranger took notice of this and stood up. He had broad shoulders, you noticed, and his shadow engulfed you and the thief effortlessly. His voice was sharper now.
“Let them go.”
The guy huffed and pushed you to the ground. You were barely able to put your hands out to stop the fall, resulting in bruises on your right elbow and your knees. Your hands were wounded, too, and you could feel the sharp pain on your palms.
You heard a thwip sound coming from behind you and you instinctively fully laid down on the ground. A rumble could be heard, followed by the three men violently yelling out loud. Scared, you put both of your arms over your head to save yourself from whatever was going on.
Suddenly, it was all quiet. You dared to look up and were met with the man who pushed you to the ground. He was now lying beside you, completely engulfed by white strings. The same substance was all over his mouth, too, which is why he was now unable to speak. Carefully, you looked up and saw the other two men covered in the same substance and attached to the wall. Their mouths, too, were covered so they were unable to let out another sound.
You looked downwards and took a deep breath. The substance looked familiar, you knew exactly who was behind this. It was the same guy you wrote most of your articles about; the same guy who you owed your income to.
As if on cue, he approached you. Spider-Man approached you. You could see his feet beside you, but he was still a respectable distance away. He crouched down and reached out towards you, but did not touch you.
“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly, “I didn’t know that they were out, usually I swing by here during patrol and they know. They were supposed to still be in their prison cell at the station, but fuck. I’m sorry.”
You sighed quietly and tried to sit up. Immediately, he put his hands out further to assist you, should you need it, but he still did not touch you.
“I’m fine,” you mumbled, feeling a bit dizzy, “Thank you.”
Spider-Man nodded and you looked up at him. It was the first time you have seen him up close and he looked way less intimidating than people have described him. His energy was sweet and you trusted him not to hurt you. How could you not, since you actually knew that this was the same guy who occasionally helped elderly ladies with their grocery shopping.
He had his mask on, of course. It was bright red and connected with the rest of his bodysuit. The sides of the suit were a dark blue, which you knew reached all around his back, too. It was the same colours as what seemed to be his pants, but his shoes were the same red as his mask and chest. On top of that, he had the painting of a spider right in the middle of his chest. It looked better put together than you assumed it would be.
On his mask, you noticed two two triangular shapes framed by a black outer part. It was where his eyes were supposed to be, if the guy under the mask was even fully human. To your surprise, the eyes on his mask looked at you worriedly and you tried to put a slight smile on your face.
“I’m really okay. Thank you for helping me.”
Spider-Man nodded and you heard him let out a breath.
“I’ll get these guys back to the station,” He clarified and chuckled awkwardly, “You can go back to your boyfriend. I bet he’s already worried about you.”
“Boyfriend?” You asked confusedly. Then you remember that this was what you told the thieves just minutes ago.
“Oh yeah, I guess I’ll leave then. Thank you again.”
You got up and patted your clothes to clean them. You could already tell that they were torn slightly from your fall and you sighed internally. Buying new clothes was not on your agenda, but you figured you deserved a little something after today.
Spider-Man got up too and stood beside you. Awkwardly, he put his thumbs up and his eyes went wide, “No worries. That’s what I’m here for. Your platonic friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.”
You pressed your lips together in a smile, “Thank you.”
“Bye, Y/n,” He said and turned around. He walked a few steps towards the men and typed something into his … arm?
Deciding that this was your cue to leave, you walked towards the fast food place. You were still hungry and really needed something to get our mind off of what had happened. Only after you were back at home, you noticed that Spider-Man had called you by your name. You wondered if that means he actually read the news about himself on a daily basis, like your boss suggested. Maybe he knew you and all of your colleagues by your names. You snorted at the thought.
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
When you went back to work the next day, your boss called you into his office right away. He was sitting behind his desk in his chair, sipping coffee from his Spider-Man themed mug. A lot of his belongings were Spider-Man themed; the stickers on his laptop, the pictures on his wall, and there were even pictures of Spider-Man neatly framed beside pictures of his actual wife and kids. His greatest pride was probably the Spider-Man themed stapler he had sitting in front of him.
“Y/n! There you are!” Mr. Park exclaimed and hastily put his mug down. He gestured to you to come in and have a seat. You sat down nervously and waited for him to talk.
“I heard about what happened yesterday. I hope you’re okay,” he began and you sighed. You knew where this was about to go.
“You met Spider-Man too, yesterday, am I right?”
You nodded, “I did. He saved me.”
Mr. Park clapped excitedly.
“Saved! I cannot believe it!” he wiped an imaginary tear out of the corner of his eye, “The things he does for us!”
Awkwardly, you nodded again and smiled, “Hah, right?”
Mr. Park did not take notice of your feelings, since he was way too invested in your story.
“Now tell me,” he began and slid some Spider-Man themed cookies over to you on the table. His wife most likely made them for him; she was way more accepting of his obsession than anyone in the office liked. Politely, you picked one up and started nipping on it.
“What was he like? What happened?”
You thought back to yesterday night and cringed.
“Some guy held me back and tried to mug me. He arrived just in time and saved me and brought them to the station, he said.”
“He arrived just in time,” your boss copied and sighed dreamily, “He’s really always there when you need him, isn’t he?”
You nodded again, not knowing what else to say. Mr. Park clapped again loudly, making you jump in your seat.
“Now, now, now. Let’s not get distracted.” He turned around and opened something on his laptop.
“You’re part of the journalist team, right?”
You nodded, “Yes.”
“Hm,” He typed on his keyboard and added, “You’re gonna write an article about your experience.”
It was exactly what you expected. Mr. Park looked through some other documents on his laptop again and then his eyes turned back to you. He thought about something for a second, before he pressed a button on his work phone. His secretary answered.
“Hello Mr. Park. How can I help you today?”
Mr. Park smacked his lips, “Can you get that boy here?”
“Sorry?”
He shook his head.
“That kid,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows, “that little guy who takes the pictures.”
The secretary sighed quietly and then asked: “Kim Seungmin, sir?”
Mr. Park scoffed, “Whatever. Just send the picture guy in. I need him here.”
The phone call disconnected and the both of you sat there in awkward silence. It took Seungmin not too long to knock, but it was long enough for you to regret not being knocked out by the muggers the day before.
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
“Come in!” Your boss yelled and Seungmin came into the room. He looked a bit dishevelled and disoriented this morning. It was nothing out of the ordinary, he usually came in looking like he just climbed out of bed and it had something sweet about it, you thought.
“Yes, sir?” Seungmin asked politely.
Your boss waved for him to come in, “Sit.”
Seungmin did as asked and sat down beside you. His arm slightly touched yours and you guys glanced at each other, trying not to laugh.
“Y/N here had the pleasure of, I mean,” Mr. Park cleared his throat awkwardly, “the unfortunate displeasure to meet Spider-Man last night. They got mugged and he had to step in to save them.”
Seungmin put on a serious face in front of Mr. Park, but you could see the corners of his lips twitch.
“That sounds very unfortunate,” Seungmin agreed. He furrowed his eyebrows and nodded. You had a hard time not bursting out laughing.
Your boss waved, “A mugging, can you believe it?”
Seungmin gasped, “Another one?”
Your boss nodded and shook his head, “Poor lad, so much is going on and the police barely support him.”
You exhaled with a silent laugh.
“I’m okay, though,” you confirmed again and looked at Mr. Park, “What was it that you wanted to tell us, sir?”
He smacked his lips and turned back to his computer.
“I want you to write an article about your experience. I need something new, something fresh. We finally have someone who can talk about the Spider-Man experience firsthand. The readers need to know that they can trust him and we will use it to advertise the SpiderLice link.”
You did not need to look at Seungmin to know that he had a hard time not bursting out laughing either again this time. The SpiderLice link was a GoFundMe created by Mr. Park himself, in which he wanted to appeal to the police to work together with Spider-Man, instead of talking shit about him during every interview he had with any of them. He came up with the name himself, which he was very proud of. He was also very unaware of the Twittertrend that followed after the GoFundMe gathered some more traction online, and he definitely did not know about the memes that everyone in the office still sent to each other occasionally.
“We will try our best,” Seungmin eventually got out and you nodded.
“When is the deadline?”
Mr. Park looked through something on his laptop again, “As fast as possible. Preferably until next week.”
Seungmin and you both nodded and Mr. Park stayed quiet. You took it as your sign to leave and got up.
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
When you left the office, some of your coworkers approached you.
“Is it true that you met Spider-Man?” - “What was he like?” - “Are you okay?”
It definitely did not hurt your feelings that the question about your wellbeing always came in last.
You nodded and smiled, “I’m all good.”
“What did he look like?”
You snickered, “He’s shorter than I thought he would be.”
Seungmin behind you got offended on his behalf.
“I take pictures of him regularly and I can assure you that he is of a very-average height. Tall, even.”
You smiled a bit wider, “Are you sure that you’re not only saying it because you guys got a friendship going on?”
Seungmin raised his eyebrows and shook his head. The coworkers around you were staring at him now and his ears turned a deep shade of red. It was adorable.
“But I’m good,” you drew the attention back to yourself. From the corner of your eye, you saw Seungmin smile softly.
“He saved me and I got dinner. It was good. And his outfit is cool.”
Your coworkers were pleased with your answer and one by one left you alone with Seungmin. The latter was still smiling and hit your shoulder with his.
“He’s cool, huh?”
“Ah!” You groaned and hid your face behind your hands, “We’re supposed to start working on our article. You’re only here because we need new pictures of him.”
Seungmin laughed quietly.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
The both of you got back to your workspaces. Ideally for your article, you guys were seated right across from each other. It usually led to the both of you talking to each other occasionally, mostly making jokes about Mr. Park’s obsession with Spider-Man and the classes either of you took. Seungmin was, like you, a student. He was very smart and it was very well known how smart he was to everyone on campus. A lot of people assumed that he would start an internship at Oscorp Industries right after he graduated, that he had his life sorted out for him already; even more people said the same about him and Stark Industries. You, however, knew that Seungmin himself did not even know what to do after he graduated. He really liked his job at the Daily Stay, especially his view, as he put it. It was funny, you thought, you could not even look out of the window from where you were sitting.
Seungmin was usually very shy. It took him a few weeks to somewhat open up to you. And as he was sitting down in front of you with a pained expression, you smiled at yourself. He used to always smile at you and he still did, but it was a lot more genuine than it used to be.
“Do you feel comfortable writing about this?” was the first thing he asked you. You nodded slightly.
“Even if I wasn’t, I really need the money,” you sighed and Seungmin smiled weakly.
“Same. I’m really glad that the guy always shows up when I’m around,” he hummed and turned on his work computer.
You laughed, “Maybe he likes you.”
“Likes me?” Seungmin snorted, “Maybe he likes my attention because he knows that I work here.”
Offended on Spider-Man’s behalf, you huffed.
“He was very nice when I met him.”
Seungmin perked up at what you said. “Really?”
“Yeah.” You turned on your own computer, “He’s probably, like, really hot under that mask too. With shoulders like that there’s no way he isn’t.”
Seungmin smirked and your heart skipped a beat.
“What happened to ‘What if he’s a human-sized-human-shaped spider’?”
You rolled your eyes: “Some people are into that.”
As an answer, Seungmin scrunched his nose and looked away from you. You snorted in return and started planning out your article.
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
It was about an hour later when Seungmin sighed and looked at you.
“I don’t have any new pictures of him. I need to take new ones,” he started and thought for a second, “Do you… Do you want to join me?”
Surprised, you looked up.
“Are you sure?”
Bashfully, Seungmin nodded. His ears were turning red again and it made your heart warm. You smiled and nodded.
“Let’s go.”
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
It was still warm outside when you left the building. Seungmin and you ended up walking around and he had his camera ready around his neck. You guys walked around for a little while with no Spider-Man in sight. It started getting colder and you felt yourself freezing a little. Seungmin took notice of this and took his jacket off.
“Take it,” he said and handed it to you. You felt your face heat up and looked past him.
“I’m fine,” you mumbled, but he insisted. His cheeks turned a faint shade of pink and he looked at you.
“Please put it on.”
Eventually, you nodded slightly and let him put his jacket around your shoulders. Seungmin’s hands stayed on your shoulders for a few more seconds and he gazed right at your eyes. His ears were red now, too, and licked his lips quickly. Your own face was still hot and you opened your mouth slightly.
Seungmin leaned it and you batted your eyes quickly. He smelled good, you noticed and your gaze fell down to his lips. He smelled just like lavender and coffee. He leaned a bit further into you, his eyes now half closed. The camera touched your chest slightly. His nose grazed yours and you sighed. He pulled you a bit closer into him, your lips almost touching.
Suddenly, Seungmin jerked back and coughed awkwardly. His head was so red he could double as a redlight if he wanted to.
“Sorry,” he said quickly and stood up straight. Bewildered, you tried to catch your breath silently and shook your head.
“We should eat something somewhere. What do you think?” Seungmin asked and did not even give you a chance to say yes before he turned around and walked away from you.
You both had dinner together. It was a bit awkward, considering that is just how Seungmin was around you sometimes. But today, it was a different kind of awkward. He paid for your food after the both of you were finished and brought you home. Seungmin waited for you to arrive in your room and for you to give him your okay, telling him that you were safe and sound, before he left without another word.
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
You did not have work the next day, but you did not see Seungmin on campus, either. He had sent you an email with pictures of Spider-Man he took after you left. Apparently, Spider-Man had been closer to your neighbourhood than the one you guys had been strolling around.
It was fitting for your article. It was a picture of Spider-Man sitting on top of a streetlight, just as he had when you first saw him. You saved the picture to your laptop and looked at it every time you were stuck on your article. It happened a lot of times, because all you could think about was what happened with Seungmin and the almost-kiss the both of you shared.
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
When you went back to work the day after, Seungmin was not there. It was good with you, since you were almost done with your article anyway and him being there would only distract you.
Your boss called you back to the office right after you finished your first draft. Seungmin was already in the office with Mr. Park, who looked delighted.
“Sit down, sit down,” he ordered and you did, right beside Seungmin. Mr. Park beamed at something on his laptop.
“Mr. Kim just showed me the pictures. They’re fantastic!” He turned his laptop around and showed you the exact same picture Seungmin had sent you.
“I’m thinking about using this for the article,” you commented. Mr. Park nodded happily.
“Of course, of course.”
Your boss nodded again and smiled at his laptop.
“This article will make it big. I just know it. SpiderLice will finally get the recognition it deserves.”
You smiled weakly and as did Seungmin.
Mr. Park turned his attention to you, “How is the article going along?”
“I’m finished with my first draft,” you said and Mr. Park hummed, “I can submit it later today.”
He clapped, “Fantastic. Don’t let me hold you back any further. Go go.”
Your boss hushed you out of the room. Awkwardly, Seungmin and you both got up at the same time and almost walked into each other. Your eyes crossed for a split second, before you both just left the room after each other.
“I don’t work today,” Seungmin said when you both stood in front of the office.
“I noticed,” you smiled weakly and Seungmin pressed his lips together.
Still, Seungmin walked back to your seats and you followed him. You both sat down and he looked for something in one of his drawers. Suddenly, he looked up.
“I’m still sorry about the other night,” Seungmin said bashfully and you furrowed your eyebrows.
“About what?”
“You know,” he gestured weakly, “I know that you have a boyfriend. I won’t do it again.”
You furrowed your eyebrows even more and just gawked at him. “Boyfriend?”
Seungmin shook his head and gazed at you painfully.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.”
You could not even answer him because he got up and left right away. Was that what was plaguing his mind? Did your coworkers come up with some rumour about you? You did not even mention anyone you were seeing to any of your coworkers, much less a boyfriend. Where did these thoughts come from?
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
Seungmin and you did not see each other again for a few more days. You had submitted your article and your boss loved it. Reexperiencing your mugging was less emotional than you thought it would be. If anything, it made you think a lot about Spider-Man again and how comforting he was in many ways, even though you barely talked to him. Maybe your boss’ obsession with him was finally getting to you.
You were sitting at home and aimlessly scrolling through Twitter when you saw Spider-Man trending. Apparently, he had a big fight going on against someone called the Green Goblin. It was a flying green creature based on the pictures you saw. Worriedly, you turned on the TV to see the fight play out live with your own eyes, all while checking the Twitter Hashtag every second. It was scary.
“Spider-Man is said to be heavily injured, Ladies and Gentlemen,” the reporter said. She was standing in front of the Golden Gate Bridge where the fight took place.
“If you just joined us: The police have evacuated everyone out of their cars. Citizens living nearby are urged to stay inside their homes and find a safe place to take shelter in case Spider-Man won’t be able to stop the Green Goblin from reaching the buildings.”
You shuddered and sat up straight. People on Twitter were rooting for Spider-Man. A few people were already sharing their experience and what it was like to be out there, saved by Spider-Man, just minutes after he got them into safety. The news showed a close up of Spider-Man and the Green Goblin fighting together. They were both just trying to power each other out. A part of Spider-Man’s costume was already ripped on his stomach and he was bleeding. A few strands of black hair peered out of his mask and his big eyes, who were filled with sneakiness when he met you, were nothing but worried now. As were you.
“The Green Goblin just got another hit in. Ladies and Gentlemen, he just hit Spider-Man. He is on the ground. I repeat: Spider-Man is on the ground.”
You gasped and clutched your phone. Hastily, you leaned forward and stared at the red and blue coloured dot worriedly.
“C’mon, Spider-Man,” you whispered and furrowed your eyebrows. You were desperately hoping that he was okay, because it did not look well for him if you were frank. A few more seconds passed and - nothing. You started to become even more concerned, when the little dot started moving. The Green Goblin coloured dot flew closer to the ground where Spider-Man was.
The drone, which the reporters used to film the scene, flew closer. A shrill laugh was heard and suddenly, all you could see was the Green Goblins own face.
“Now you all can watch me kill your hero,” he screeched and hovered his board closer to where Spider-Man was lying. The Green Goblin screamed and laughed again and suddenly, the camera was turned off.
Hurriedly, the news team switched their point of view back to the news reporter, who was extremely pale in the face.
“I-” she started and looked at something behind the camera. Her mouth was open and she was visibly confused and concerned. The camera, which was on her, panned back to the Golden Gate Bridge to where the situation took place just seconds before. Nothing could be seen anymore. It was as if both had vanished.
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
You sat still on your couch, out of breath. You could not believe that this had happened and you were grasping on straws, hoping that Spider-Man was somehow fine. Worriedly, you rubbed your face with the palm of your hands and turned your TV off again. Even Twitter did not know what had happened and everyone was still speculating about what the Green Goblin did and where Spider-Man was, unsuccessfully.
You got up after a few minutes and still felt like you were in some kind of trance. Was it valid for you to feel this way about someone you met once? You were thinking about calling Seungmin. Obviously he had to be close with Spider-Man to get these pictures, so he must know how he was doing?
Deep in thought, you did not hear the noise at first. It was a faint knocking on your living room window, barely audible. It was louder the second time and made you whip your head around. In front of your window was the man you were thinking about, completely beat up and slightly bleeding, but alive.
Hastily, you opened your window and let him in. Spider-Man wobbled through your open window and fell down right on your living room carpet.
“What are you… Are you okay?” You stuttered and kneeled down. He was still dressed in his costume, despite it being extremely shredded. He must have gotten here right after whatever happened on the news, you assumed and your heart felt warm. It also left you confused, but you decided to help him first and ask questions later.
“Just stay here, I’ll get the first aid kid,” you mumbled. Carefully, you put your palm under his head and lifted it up to put a pillow under it. He whispered a quick thank you and you got up.
When you got back from your bathroom, you saw Spider-Man sitting up with his back against the front of your couch. He had a hand on his stomach and hissed painfully.
“I only have this kit here,” you held up your first aid kit with some bandaids sticking out, “I think it would be better if we got you to the hospital.”
“NO!” Spider-Man complained immediately and groaned, “I can’t go. I can’t tell them who I am.”
“I won’t be of much help,” you added, trying to convince him to go, “I can even pay for it, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
Spider-Man laughed, “Having you around will help me more than any hospital ever could.”
Your face heated up at his words and you smiled weakly. Does that mean he came to you on purpose and did not just choose the next best window to fall into? You kneeled down beside him and started dabbing the open wound on his chest with a wet towel.
“I think you have to take your suit off,” you said eventually and looked at his face, covered in his mask. “You can leave the mask on. I have some stuff to change, if you want to.”
Spider-Man nodded weakly, before he added: “Stuff from your boyfriend?”
You stopped your movements and stared at him.
“Boyfriend?”
Spider-Man tilted his head, “Yeah -ah- clothes from your boyfriend. The one you met up with the other day?”
“Oh,” you answered and laughed lightly, “That was a lie. I don’t have a boyfriend, I just wanted these guys to leave me alone.”
Spider-Man perked up at what you were saying: “So you are…”
“Single,” you confirmed and your face heated up again, “But I think your wounds are more concerning than my love life.”
Spider-Man sighed sweetly and took your hand in his to stop you from getting up.
“To you. I can’t believe I have been so stupid,” He laughed and you blamed it on his pain.
“Shush. Let me get something for you to change. Take your clothes off.”
“Bossy, I like it.”
You blushed again and left the room to get some clothes for Spider-Man to change into. They were a hoodie and some sweatpants Seungmin left the only time he was over at yours. It was for an allnighter you pulled for the first article you worked on together months ago. It was also around the same time Seungmin started to warm up to you.
When you went back to your living room and saw Spider-Man sitting on your floor in his underwear, but still with his mask on. Your mind went blank for a minute. He had abs and it was the first thing you noticed. Obviously he had, considering all he did was parkour around the city as if it was nothing. Yet, it still made you gasp silently. His shoulders were broad, like they were when he was wearing his suit. It did not leave much to imagination, anyway. He had strong thighs, too, and your mind was wandering towards what it would be like to sit on them… Or to bite them.
You shook your head and counted to three. You would not let this stop you from giving him the care he needed. In whatever way he asked you to, anyway.
Out of his suit, the wounds did not look as bad. He had a deep cut on his stomach, but it was nothing that could not be fixed with a few stitches. Other than that, he had a few scratches on his chest and his thighs.
Spider-Man tried to sit up when he noticed you coming back in. You gently put down the clothes beside him and kneeled down. He offered you the pillow his head previously laid on and you shook your head.
“Keep it. I’ll clean your wounds.”
You softly dabbed some alcohol around the big cut on his stomach. Spider-Man hissed again and grabbed your arm. Gently, you took his hand in yours.
“Just squeeze if it hurts and I will stop.”
He nodded and levelled his breath, “thank you.”
You continued to dab the wound on his stomach until you deemed it sanitary enough. Just when you went for the cut on his chest, he stopped you.
“Can I have your kit for a second?”
You nodded and handed it to him. Spider-Man took out a needle and some thread.
“I’ll sew the wound myself. You can turn around if you don’t want to see it.”
You gulped and started to clean the wounds on his thighs instead. They were strong, just as you assumed earlier, and he flexed them every time you touched them. One of your hands was resting on top of him close to his stomach and he sighed.
“You’re so distracting,” he mumbled cheekily and you huffed, “I’m just trying to help.”
“I know,” he said and gently touched your arm, “thank you.”
You put some healing cream on his cuts next. Spider-Man hissed and you worriedly looked up. He just finished sewing the cut on his stomach and he seemed a bit more lively now. You worked on the cuts on his chest next. Your face was close to his and you could feel his hand ghost over the low of your back. His bare fingertips barely grazed you over your clothes and you felt a shiver run down your back.
You finished up his cuts quickly and looked at his face. He had another cut on his cheek.
“Would it be okay for me to take your mask off?” you asked carefully and Spider-Man nodded.
“Please do.”
Softly, you grabbed the bottom part of his mask and pulled it up slightly. You passed his lips and saw him smile at you. It was the same smile that you loved so much. His lips were full and … familiar. And they looked so so kissable.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” the same lips whispered and you pulled off the mask entirely.
“Seungmin?” Your eyes went comically wide and you laughed.
“Of course. It makes so much sense.” You put both of your hands on his cheeks and he looked at you confusedly.
“Pardon?”
“You being Spider-Man, it makes so much sense,” you chuckled and he raised an eyebrow.
“I repeat: Pardon?”
“Spider-Man is the only person who has overheard me talking about a so called ‘boyfriend’” you imitated the quotation marks against his cheeks and he smiled lovingly, his eyes turning into the crescent moons that you loved so much, “plus, there is no way you would have taken all of these pictures of Spider-Man, well, yourself if you didn’t at least know who that guy is.”
Seungmin giggled, showed you his precious smile, and put both of his hands up to clasp them around your wrists and he held you tightly.
“You’re so smart,” he whispered and looked up at you with big and hopeful eyes. You giggled back and put your face closer to his.
“In comparison to you? Obviously,” you joked around and Seungmin leaned towards you in protest. His nose grazed yours softly and you sighed lovingly in response.
“Are you making fun of me?” he cheekily said and gently hit your nose with his. You giggled again.
“Maybe.”
Seungmin grinned. “Unbelievable.”
And then, he kissed you. It was a soft kiss. At first, your lips only grazed each other carefully, as if to get to know each other for the first time again. Seungmin desperately pulled you closer by your wrists, which were still embraced by his hands. His grip around you tightened. You pulled his face closer to yours and deepened the kiss. Seungmin let out a sigh. On cue, you pulled back slightly and saw him look at you with a dreamy expression.
“I wanted to do this days ago,” he confessed and scrunched his nose, “I can’t believe that I’ve been so stupid.”
“Me too,” you joked and looked at him sternly.
“You’re an idiot. I really wanted you to kiss me.”
Seungmin perked up at your confession.
“Really?”
“Do you think there is anyone else I would have gone all around town with to look for a superhero? Who wouldn’t even show up, because I was a dumbass and went looking for Spider-Man with Spider-Man?”
Seungmin grinned bashfully and pulled you back closer.
“No more talking,” he laughed and kissed you again and again, “I need to make up for the past few days.”
And he did.
˖⁺‧₊˚🕸˚₊‧⁺˖
masterlist
Will Herondale never lived in a world where Jem Carstairs didn't exist
He was born second and died first
Hauntingly beautiful in my opinion, would draw again
today, the ghost living in my pantry, @pantrygeist , and i decided that it would be fun to take our blorbos and play with them like 7 year olds play with their dolls. look! we even made them gay (for authenticity’s sake of course)
because both of us are cartoon characters, each of us has a designated color we have to stick to at all times. Pantrygeist being purple, me being green
switched roles for a bit, with them drawing Lesterpollo (barely knowing anything about him), and me drawing Pyramid Head (knowing a bit about him)…then we switched roles again, with Apollo getting revenge
fully embracing our crackship, a ship-in-5-mins couldnt be avoided. we did this independently from each other, the results are horrifying
BTS: keep on posting on IG innocently
me: 🎶 can’t even run away anymore 🎶
jungkook showing us that he took off his eyebrow piercing
even the VILLAINS are nd coded let’s be honest
Can we all agree that nobody in Bones/working for the Jeffersonian is neurotypical?
Okay but if this isn’t the CUTEST illustration I have ever seen, may God himself light me on fire.
I am absolutely tired rn but I feel the need to post all my art pieces of Addair's kids (AU/HC for then I suppose)
All I've done is shittily sketch them mainly but still, somewhere to keep all the singular art of them
If anyone has any questions abt them I'd be happy to answer^^ especially since I'm still tryna figure them out LMAO-
¡ 100 «Me gusta»!
oh
Gonna be real with you guys, using a makeup brush to tickle literally anywhere is absolutely evil.
Hope this email ah, finds you well.
💜😩😩 the absolute hold -the Grip!- you have on me because of of your art!!! (Thank you 🙏for doing this!!) ✋😞👍💜
Still practicing a style so boom pow Macaque redraws !!
