#<- technically spiders!

[neo-geo-art]

me n the boys

update :)

[benevolenterrancy]

honestly. if you decided to create giant fucking corpse-head-spiders to populate your world with then this is exactly what you deserve.

[bunnyramen]

Pavitr: You’re saying Tea-Tea!

Gwen, snorting: You said T-T.

Hobie, half smiling: Titties.

Pavitr: Shut up! I did not say-

Miles: Totally did!

[mychemicalbrromance]

Hi guys (og images under the thingy)

[pinkd3mon]

Dealing with Trauma while being King Dedede

Bonus:

Dealing with Trauma while being Taranza

[stevebabey]

The drip in the roof of the trailer is what wakes Steve.

A steady plink! of water meeting wood somewhere above them. It always leaks a little in the trailer after it rains, like a gentle metronome of fat raindrops sneaking inside the cracks. While it used to annoy him, Steve just finds it soothing now.

The curtains Eddie had poorly shut the night before are askew just an inch, letting through a sliver of sunlight. A beam sneaks through, makes the room glow, walls painted golden. Steve revels in it and it’s warmth; lets out a yawn and stretches like a big cat, giving a soft groan as he does.

His elbow knocks into Eddie’s side as he does and Steve feels the familiar rush in his chest, fond affection filling every vein— and he loves it.

He loves that momentarily forgetfulness born from his sleepiness, where he forgets that he gets to wake up with someone by his side. Wake up next to Eddie, no less.

Steve loves it, adores it, because really what it means is he gets to remember it every morning.

He gets to roll closer and poke Eddie gently on the cheek, a small smidge of him just wanting to check if he’s real. If this, this love, is real and his. Eddie lets out a groggy groan, buries his face further in the pillow. Steve grins. Yep, he’s real.

Eddie makes another groggy noise and this time pulls his face out of his pillow slowly. He looks like a disgruntled cat, hair still stuck to his cheek, some small patch of drool left on the pillow. Eddie makes a soft ‘hmph!’ and one hand reaches up, wiping across his face lazily. His eyes peek open.

And as much as Steve loves his own secret moment in the morning, it’s blown out of the water by this every time — the moment Eddie sees him. Brown eyes see him and Eddie just softens. Like butter in the sun. Sinks further into his pillow and smiles, sleepy and wonderful.

Normally, they both let sleep comes and go, drifting across the sheets in half-hearted cuddles that Steve melts for every time. Today, Eddie’s smile grows into a happy grin. Then his hands are stretching out and he’s making small grabby hands across the sheets, urging his boyfriend over.

“C’mere,” he says, hands finding Steve’s side and pulling him, soft. “Gimme.”

Steve grins, heart flip-flopping. Goes without any resistance, shifting to snuggle up to Eddie, tucking up and under his chin as Eddie’s does his best to scoop him up in his arms. It’s warm. Eddie’s pulse is a small comfort to Steve as he rests his head upon Eddie’s chest, hands curled around his middle, thumbing at soft scar tissue. Thump-thump-thump, Eddie’s heart says, and Steve can somehow easily read the love in it; his stomach turns again, in a dizzy elated way.

“Mm, birthday boy,” Eddie hums, but he’s still so sleepy that birthday sounds more like birfday. Steve feels his heart jump in surprise — a moment in which he’s baffled Eddie knows. That Eddie remembers. The last couple birthdays… well, he hadn’t been friends with Robin til after his birthday in ‘85 and then, well, with everything in ‘86… It’s been awhile since someone has remembered is all.

He doesn’t mean to sound as surprised he does when he murmurs, “You remembered?”

Eddie hums again, a sweet loving noise. His arms around Steve tighten and Steve feels his heart keen when his lips brush across Steve’s temple. A gentle kiss is pressed there. It feels like everything he needs — this quiet small moment of wonder, a tiny moment of tenderness, just for Steve. He presses his own kiss back, lips against Eddie’s collarbone.

“S’look,” Eddie continues, dragging his arm off Steve to point somewhere on the wall. Steve follows his gaze and then— there it is, on Eddie’s calendar. Circled in red is April 29th. It’s covered in sloppy hearts, so much there’s no room for any word other than ‘Steve!!’ in the middle; his birthday. Marked so Eddie would remember, wouldn’t even dare the chance to forget it.

Eddie drops his arm, returning it to where it was, hooked over Steve’s side so his hand can run soothing soft touches down his back. He sighs again, another sleepy noise, and Steve could probably cry.

“Precious birthday boy, mm,” Eddie mumbles lovingly. “Lovely precious birthday boy,” he warbles on, voice gooey enough that Steve know he means it. Actually thinks that— that he’s precious, and lovely, and everything more. “What d’ya wanna do t’day?”

Steve tightens his cuddle and whispers, “Just this.”

He can feel Eddie’s grin, in response, and then there’s another kiss to his head. Just this. It’s the complete truth.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ahem. dear Sally,

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

[theshadowrealmitself]

Peter Parker, terrible at lying, trying to explain why he’s in Wade Wilson’s apartment without revealing that he’s there for Spiderman related reasons, looking the Avenger’s straight in the eyes and claiming he’s Wade’s life coach

[shrimploverart]

i've been drawing a lot of my latest dnd pc :) this is Angel!! her race is arachne which is homebrewed. she's got anxiety and two moms. in the campaign she's had a crisis recently because she didn't know one of her moms used to be a cat and also leader of a rebellion LMAO

also funny thing her god is a siamese cat and this was decided literally years before i met our dm

[roms-art]

redraw of the reference pic (i traced the lineart) as practice for colouring/shading and all that stuff

trying to get a more spiderversy feel in my art ig so yea

[allmightyscroll-swag]

song: "Again and Again" by The Bird and The Bee

Hhhhhh something about MK having to save the world again and again and again. Being chosen as a hero and having to carry that. Then being told you're only good for destruction and having to push past that. Sure you have friends and you're not alone but the staff, the responsibility, it's yours

Someone else chose you as their successor, as the sacrifice, as the harbinger. When really you're just MK, the delivery boy, the son, the friend, the monkie kid

[binary-bird]

David's spidersona, Fateweaver, and his symbiote pal Raze!

Normally he fights crime like a regular spider-person, and would only use his monstrous form in a pinch. Over time, however, he starts to use the latter more frequently.

It's not like he's gonna lose himself eventually. I'm sure he'll be fine!

[funkinmadnesss]

Oops! All Mysterio!

I had a lot of fun doing these :] and I might eventually do more later but for now! The sillies <3

Info under the cut!

All Mysterios, left to right, top to bottom!

First slide, Cartoons: 1967, 1981, Spider-man and his amazing friends, 1994, TSSM, 2017

Second slide, Comics: Webspinners, Moosterio, Media Blizzard, Undead, Symbiote, Cosmic comic

Third slide, Fan designs: Mine :] , @hollowsart , @lazymonth , @cronchyy2 , @thenyougetbackup , @lazydaydrawings

[thatshadowgastwhore]

You can make an argument that any big three kid is the oldest, except for Jason.

Like, biologically, Percy has aged the most, he’s physically 17, which is more than any of the rest of them has reached

Thalia has mentally aged/matured the most, even if she stopped biologically aging at 15 years and 364 days, and should chronologically be in her 20s but spent some time as a tree where she aged slower.

Chronologically, Hazel was born the longest time from the present day, but she also died, and was in the underworld for decades before being resurrected, so that time didn’t really count for her, and she’s physically like 14.

Nico has been alive for the most time, but for 70 years he was in a place where he couldn’t physically age. He’s like…15 now and is aging normally, but has been alive since world war 2.

And then there’s Jason. Who had no wacky time shenanigans and died and didn’t come back. (Yet) honestly, and outlier who should not have been counted

[uncharted-constellations]

Dreaming about them 🥰

[plum-pitt]

AYO, THIS POST FOR ALL U SHELLSHOCKED SHIPPERS OUT THERE:

Mikey does the funny SpiderMan pose in one of the official Rise comics, do with that information what you will.