#gwen stacy across the spider verse

[infernalodie]

𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐏𝐭.𝟏) || 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐲

“𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘮, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯“

Inspo: Sleep Token - Ascensionism

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: They would understand soon enough and when they did they would wish to have followed you...

Warnings: Angst

Part Two

Words: 1461

A canon event.

It’s something Miguel had lectured to you about a year ago. The inevitability of having to lose someone that makes you and every Spider-person them. It defined you as a hero and a human being and made you realize that the positives of this job came with their negatives. Dire and unchanging ones. And sometimes you thought that you would be prepared for that day. But it was a simple lie you continued to tell yourself in the hope that it would numb the pain.

But who was Miguel to tell you how your story was supposed to go?

He worked off a theory. Off the numbers and data that an A.I. gave him. He was a man of science. Not belief. So, there has been no in-person count of what it led to if a Spider-Person stopped their canon event. Saving their loved ones and themselves from the pain that could come from it if they didn’t do what their instincts told them.

And you had planned to be the first. Wishing to prove the man wrong in every statement he’d made to your first meeting.

The plans had been set, promises were made for people to be there when that day came. You did everything you could to be prepared. You trained harder. You fought harder. All of it with the goal to protect those you could.

But you weren’t enough. Your efforts were fucking meaningless.

Looking down on New York, your swollen eyes watched the fires burn brightly. Rain soaking your braids with loose strands sticking to your forehead and cheeks. And your suit was charred and torn in multiple placements. Mask balled up in your tight fists. A wound spanning across your stomach bled continuously despite your attempt of webbing it shut for the time being.

All you wanted was for it to all stop.

You could hear it. A rapturing through reality with its natural orange glow reflecting off the puddles surrounding your spot on the edge of the clock tower. Two shadows cast on either side of your quivering figure, relaying the arrival of two people you’d trusted.

Arriving too late for it to matter.

“Y/n?” Gwen muttered, peeling her mask off and approaching your stiff figure. “Are you okay?”

You sat there for a few moments, sifting through the many emotions flowing through you at once. Pondering how to answer such a question from someone you thought to care.

“I never got to see the sunset, Gwen,” you said, words measured. “I hoped that I could feel its warmth again. But it’s been blocked out.”

A lingering absence, in reality, was the best way to describe how you spoke. And the way your eyes watched out on the city with a bittersweet smile. Something was poetic about this outcome. How after one event, everything else seemed to dissolve into chaos.

Beside her, Hobie pursed his lips at the sight of the city on fire. “That ain’t good,” he commented, staring at the chaos ensuing in your universe.

Riots, killings, and theft. All being committed under your watch. If someone asked you if you’d let it get this bad, you would say no. But whatever was left in your heart from the day before was gone. A thick, black void leaked from the wound. Its presence is only left to show you its place once held love.

Looking over your shoulder, your gaze connected to Gwen’s. It was full of anxiety and pain. “Where were you?” Tears clouded your vision. In a way, Gwen couldn’t help but find you beautiful at this moment. Rain pelting down around the two of you. Water droplets disguising the tears that slipped down your cheeks fearlessly.

But she could also see the pain in them. “You told me you would be here when I needed you! But you were elsewhere. Running around with him!” You waved your hand dismissively toward Hobie, who was confused about how he was brought into the argument. “I trusted you and you lied to me!”

“I had no way of knowing, Y/n. I wasn’t able to come here,” Gwen tried to reason, taking cautious steps toward you. “You have to understand I have no control over this. Miguel-“

A laugh erupted through your chest. It was eerie. Full of anger and frustration. And Gwen felt tiny underneath your hollowed gaze. With each provoking step, you grew larger in threat and intimidation. “Really? You’re going to blame this on Miguel?” You questioned, finally reaching her and grabbing her by the throat.

The action caused Hobie to step in. “Y/n, stop!” As Hobie reached to grab you, your claws drew. Nails swiftly carved themselves into his flesh, paralyzing him–his body becoming numb and crashing to the ground. A grunt fell from his lips as his eyes watched fearfully of your intentions.

Turning your gaze to Gwen, you tightened your grip around her thin throat. Feeling her hands slap at your arm, fingers squeezing around the limb in hopes she could break free. Yet, the struggle only enabled you to lift her off the ground. A blood-boiling rage mounting levels that combatted any level of understanding you held for the girl.

This wasn’t about you losing your sister. This wasn’t related to Miguel or any of the other Spider-People. This was about Gwen. Her promise. Her reassurance that everything would be fine–and you fucking believed it.

She twisted your expectations. Betting on a piece of fiction that was riddled with lies of its consistency to your story. Her words, her whispered lies of misconstrued success–They were all hopeless conceptions to place in your mind. A methodical game of chess that she’s been winning from the first move.

But even with this outlook on her, you couldn’t understand why. Why would she do this? Why would she leave you on your own? Why wouldn’t she just say she couldn’t be there? Why, why, why? Too many questions for a simple answer to justify. And it posed the final question rattling in your head; do you even want to know why?

“If you cared about me, you would’ve been here to help me. If Miles were trusted, he would’ve been here. He would’ve tried to save my sister. He would’ve followed through on a promise.” Clenching your jaw, you squeezed a little tighter, teeth clamping together. The faint wobbling of your lips was evident as your nose twitched in frustration. “What does that say about you?”

Gwen bit her lip, hoping the pain would suppress the stinging behind her eyes. Managing to find leverage with her feet pressing on your chest, pushing away just enough to let out a choked, “I’m sorry.”

Two words. An apology that was not only long overdue but meaningless. Not when you had buried Amelie yourself. When you had to listen to her whimpers, hands holding onto your arms demanding you reveal yourself to her.

Gwen should’ve been here.

“If you’d asked me to be there for you, I would’ve been there in an instant. The same goes for Miles,” you confessed shamelessly. The idea of restrictions on emotions is unveiled by the brutal and honest truth of your pain. Displaying the bitter ink that seeped through your eyes, masking themselves in tears. “And that’s because I love you two too much to see you both be in pain. I would do anything to take that pain and place it on my shoulders. But you lied!”

Through the open skylight of the clock tower, the clouds shifted from obscuring the large rock floating in space. And the moonlight spilled through the glass and revealed Gwen’s tear-stained cheeks. There was a second of hesitance. A flicker of question in yourself. But you pushed it aside, clenching your jaw. “And I won’t let you or any more of us do that.” Grabbing her wrist, you peeled the interdimensional travel watch from her wrist and tossed her aside.

Gwen hit the ground with a thud, rolling across the wet rooftop until she was laid beside Hobie. But when she found you, the portal using the watch was activated. The destination was unknown to her.

“Y/n, stop, please!” The blonde cried. “You don’t have to do this. We can talk about this!”

But you kept your back to her, hoping the ink leaking from your eyes wouldn’t be noticed. “I continued because I wanted to be ready for the day you came when I needed you,” you muttered. “You made me this way, Gwen.”

Gwen leaned Hobie against a wall, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder as he closed his eyes. She fell to his side, placing her hands over her face. The sunrise. The start of something new.

[vhoudk]

Wanted to draw them!!!! it’s been a while since i rendered faces so it was good practice

[katsunaksu]

the gang's all here!!

[usaigi]

I hate the implication that the Spider-Man in our universe is the goddamn popsicle

[alexxuun]

They are the best of friends.

[murkbrew]

Peter popsicle 💔

[suncrat]

(Someone save Gwen)

[shayneysides]

hobie: kill yourself

pavitr: WHAT THE HELL BRO WHAT DID I DO

original format from @ha-youwish in this post!

[sapphic-storm69]

Spiderverse thots

[arguablysomaya]

ATSV + textposts/tweets

[infernalodie]

𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐏𝐭.𝟐) || 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐲

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘚𝘰 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦“

Inspo: Sleep Token - Ascensionism Dominic Fike - 4x4

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: The sunset was on the bound...

Warnings: Angst. That’s it.

Part One

Words: 2981

“Miguel, we need to take this seriously!” Gwen followed behind the man, Hobie and Jessica in tow. All three of them share the same kind of anxiety revolving around your disappearance top priority. Along with the fact that across the spider-verse, there have been people plucked out which has been causing more trouble for Miguel than he thought he had before.

“And I told you before that we can’t just act blindly. Y/n hacked the watch and we can’t track her,” he reminded, stopping at the terminal Spider-Byte was working at. The screen displays multiple scenes of news outlets across the infinite universes covering the fact that many villains had simply up and vanished. Which in itself was creating problems that needed to be solved, fast. “If you and Hobie had done a better job apprehending her, then this wouldn’t have become my problem-”

“She did it because you told her she wasn’t allowed to save her sister, Miguel!” Gwen exclaimed, silencing the man. “What did you expect to happen?”

Gwen had played that night over and over the past few nights. Waking up in a feverish sweat, trying to piece together how things could’ve been done differently. But she knew the answer was simply, “I should’ve been there.” And she couldn’t change the past, but it didn’t change the pain that she felt knowing that things could’ve been different. That and maybe, somehow, saving your sister would’ve caused a revelation for not only herself but Miguel.

But what hurt just as much was her telling Miles the news. She’d been forced to see him crack. Left only knowing that she was the cause of the disaster and she wouldn’t be able to fix it.

“I trusted you to handle it,” Miguel barked. “You were reckless, foolish!”

“That’s rich coming from the man who wouldn’t go and deal with it himself,” Hobie commented. “You are the reason all of this is happening. You gave her hope by telling her when it would happen. So, don’t go tryin’ to pass the blame on one of us, mate.”

The sudden blaring of alarms grabbed the team’s attention. Their eyes flickering to the door and spotting many people running and yelling. “What the-” Hobie froze as the ground shook with a loud crash heard far beyond the doorway. “That can’t be good.”

“Byte, put the facility on lockdown!” Miguel ordered, sprinting in the direction of the commotion. “The rest of you, with me!”

They followed, sprinting toward the door and stopping just outside the entrance to see the chaos in full effect. Many of the Spider-Men were fighting, but their force was matched with villains from all different universes. Much like Miguel had been seeing for the past few weeks. It had become full chaos and there was no telling the full-scale disruption of the multiverse that could occur the longer this kept on.

Plucking a villain out of a universe was one thing. But if a Spider-Man was to die from a separate one? There was no telling what could possibly happen.

But at the center, Gwen could see you. You were hanging from a web in the distance without your mask. A smirk on your lips as you watched onwards.

“I got Y/n!” She announced without so much as a warning, swinging forward. Leaving the other three to deal with any villain they could pick off.

Moving through the sky, dodging, punching, and kicking to get to you, Gwen kept a cautious eye on you. Doing her best to watch your movements as she dealt with Doctor Octavius before moving on to an Electro.

But as when she went through each villain with a certain finesse, her sense flared up. Causing her to turn and was kicked into the air. Her body met the concrete wall that ripped the air from her lungs. Barely able to catch her breath before her throat was grasped and she was tossed into the gym facility in the headquarters. It was silent and dark beside the glow of certain lights along the floor or walls.

She was quick to get to her feet, battle ready. Again, her sense flared and put her into action. Spinning on her heel and catching your wrists. Nails baring, ready to slice into her flesh and paralyze her.

A sickly-sweet smile pulled across your lips, eyes wide and crazy. “Long time no see, Gwen. Miss me, sweets?”

The look in your eyes wasn’t normal. Not by a long shot. There was something in them that was close to unhinged. Like all former switches that made your eyes shine had been turned off, revealing a darker side of you to her. And she didn’t know if she should be scared or hopeful that she could use this against you.

Gwen groaned, sweeping your feet out from under you and using her grip on your wrist to perform a hip toss, forcing your body to the ground. She straddled your waist with your hands pinned on either side of your head. “Y/n, stop this!”

Planting your feet on her chest, you kicked her away, sending her colliding into a beam. Flying to the floor, panting with a sharp erupt of pain followed up the lower part of her back. Rising to rest on her knees, finding you standing on your feet. “This could ruin everything, Y/n. Do you not realize the untrackable amount of problems you’ve just caused?” She spat. “The multiverse could collapse because of you!”

All you could do was laugh.

“You wanna take the moral high ground now? Fine. But I will not stand by and act like you all have a higher understanding of what you believe to be the truth,” you exclaimed, pacing side to side. “You sat by and let my world fall apart!

But it’s not too late to change that.” Gwen frowned, shifting back slightly as you approached her. “You allow the chains to bind you to rules that were never yours in the first place.” You crouched down in front of the girl, hands cupping her cheeks as you whispered, “Break free, Gwen. We can show them the truth. It could be beautiful.”

And there was a brief pause of compilation written on Gwen’s face. Lips parted and eyes relaxed as she weighed the options. The negatives and positives. She was fated to see the path you’ve been down and feel the pain you felt at this moment. And she had to decide if she would submit to algorithms Miguel had discovered or take a chance.

But she wasn’t given enough time to mull over it because she heard you gasp sharply, eyes widening in shock. Gwen watched for a few moments until she caught sight of Miguel approaching from behind. “She’s good, Y/n.” You coughed, blood dripping from your lips as you fell onto your side and let out hoarse breaths. But Miguel shed no sliver of emotion. A simple look in his eyes with a shrug as he said, “Thanks for the offer though.”

Gwen stood to her feet, holding her side with her gaze focused on you. Watching you exhale shakily, resting in a suto fetal position. Hand pressed to the ground as you tried to sit up. But the stab wound in your side prevented sudden movements that could affect the area.

“We need to contain this problem as soon as possible. Every single person in this building needs to help.” As Miguel continued to bark out orders, Gwen’s gaze was unwavering on your trembling figure. Finding your eyes lifting to hers, face tensed in pain as you tried to find your bearings.

She couldn’t understand it. How could you go from one extreme to another? The easiest answer was that you were angry. Anyone would think and do irrational things if their emotions were wildfire like yours. But Gwen knew that you were beyond reasoning or understanding. Because one thing she absolutely was certain about it was this…

Amelie wouldn’t want this from you.

“We’re going to be choked up for the next few hours, Miguel,” Peter B Parker spoke up, cradling Mayday in his arms. “It would be great to know if you have some sort of invention that could speed this up.”

“Miguel isn’t capable of that. And don’t expect much from him. He’s prone to leave people disappointed,” Gwen stated, turning from you and shoving a shoulder into Miguel as she walked past.

“She was a danger to everyone, Gwen. And as far as this goes, you should be thanking me that I saved your life,” Miguel spat at the young teen. “She was going to kill you and everyone in this facility if I didn’t stop her.”

A shaky and unnerving chuckle echoed in the training hall. It gaged everyone’s attention, turning to find you smiling, spitting blood onto the pristine floor. Nose twitching as you pursed your lips, jaw clenching as you exhaled heavily. Forcing yourself to your feet, growling, “You…”

You staggered, knees buckling beneath you where you placed a bloody hand to catch yourself. Strangling a groan as you clenched your jaw. Lifting your gaze to find the core four. The four that had been there to give you the news of your story. A dilemma that they knew you wouldn’t stand for, even if there had been nothing you could’ve done. And the pitiful look in their eyes made you sick. They didn’t say they were sorry, but you could see in their eyes. But they were too late. “You stand there, y-you, judging me, acting all high and mighty from your ivory tower. But you all are one bad day from being in my shoes. You just can’t see it yet.”

They didn’t move. Not a single person. All in their own collective headspaces, mulling over your words. But Miguel, he straightened his stance. Appearing bigger than he truly was as he said, “You have put everyone and everything at risk, Y/n-”

“You know nothing! You don’t know what it takes to wear this suit! You are nothing, Miguel!” You yelled, waving your hand with a pained grunt as you forced out, “Everyone knows it.”

The room was painfully silent with Miguel’s expression unchanging by your words. But you knew that in some way, your words struck him. He was a fragile human. And it only took a few buttons for you to press to finally receive the reaction you wanted so desperately from him.

And that’s when you smiled up at him, whispering, “Even your daughter knew it.”

His nose twitched and his teeth bared, anger being ripped from deep within his chest and put on display for everyone to see. He charged at you with his only intent being to pull your head off. But the other three were quick to stop him, restraining him quickly.

But you still laughed in amusement, stepping to your feet that wobbled beneath your weight. “I see I struck a nerve.” You sniffled, waving a hand toward Peter. “If you had to lose your daughter, would you listen to what Miguel had to tell you? That you had to allow her to be taken from you?”

His silence that followed answered your question. Making you let out a short laugh. “None of you understand the pain. But you will,” you whispered. “It’s just a matter of if you’ll allow him to dictate your choices.”

They all stood amongst one another silently as Jessica took the initiative to put the cuffs on your wrists. Forcing you to walk down the platforms that lead to the G.H.M. and left to look upon the chaos of your decisions had caused. Spider-Men were injured and the villains were all restrained. And you believed they got what they wanted. Hurting and attacking a thousand or more Spider-Men for them was like a birthday gift. But with how quickly it ended, you got no closer. All you wanted was to hurt Miguel and destroy everything he built.

But all this did was end with you being stabbed in the back and tossed in a holographic cage with blood dripping, pooling around you. A needle plunged into the side of your neck, forcing your muscles to relax. Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion as you stared at the open space in front of you.

Voices around you seemed to hollow out. Their figures morphed into melodies that further numbed your mind. All of it became meaningless the longer the drugs swam deeper and further into your bloodstream.

It took the tapping of a finger against the shield surrounding you to extract you from your thoughts. Tired eyes flickering to your left, finding Gwen crouched with soft eyes directed toward you.

“I’m sorry for what happened to Amelie, Y/n. If I was there, maybe we wouldn’t be here,” Gwen stated. But with your eyes flickering away from hers that was beginning to cloud up with tears, she moved closer to the cage wall. Her eyes squinted as she shook her head, muttering, “But you know this isn’t what she would’ve wanted, right? She saw you as a protector, not a destroyer.” Your nose began to burn, lips wobbling as you clenched your hands into tight fists. “And despite what she saw when you put on that suit, she saw her sister.”

You stayed silent for a few moments. Lips pursing faintly, parting to exhale shakily. And there was hesitance in meeting her gaze. Finding the pain in her eyes too much to bear and take accountability for. Because you didn’t regret what you did. But god dammit did her crystalized eyes hurt you knowing that you were the cause of her sadness. “You… Y-You ever wonder-” You coughed up blood, droplets wetting the back of your hand that dropped to your stomach. Slowing your breathing as you said, “Before the p-powers: would you go back? Go back to your childhood and just be young and unaware of everything?”

Gwen bowed her head, sniffling as you chuckled softly, glancing over at her. “I think I might have to find a way to get rid of these powers, you know?” Smiling through the tears, you shook your head. “I don’t deserve them after all of this.”

Your curled legs swayed slightly, the drugs slowly easing your mind from the pain. Or it could’ve been the blood loss that was slowly fracturing your attention span. The heaviness of your eyelids growing. The formulation of words drifted in brief pauses as you smiled at the girl, whimpering out gratefully, “I don’t have a chain on me, Gwen.”

The way you said it, the relief in your words, it pained her. And stroking your neck, as if a metal collar had been irritating the skin, made her realize how trapped you must’ve felt with all this knowledge. Because she knew the moment you found out about your canon event, a noose had been placed around your neck. It tightened each day that drew closer to your cataclysmic moment. But now, you seemed glad that it was over and that you went out how you wanted to.

And seeing her tears slide down her cheeks made you smile. “Hey.” Gwen sniffled, nodding, seeing your lips quiver as you said, “I’m free from all of this–my way. Not Miguel’s. Not theirs. Mine. And there isn’t a damn thing they can do about it now.”

Licking your lips, you stared off into open space. Eyes layered with deliriousness that mounted with each moment. Then, Gwen saw your lips curl slightly, tears brimming as a soft chortle slipped past your lips. “Amelie.”

Gwen felt her face twist, bowing her head–hearing you painfully crawl across the box and press your hand to the holographic wall blocking you from freedom. “Oh, I missed you so much, kiddo.”

“Can you finally come with me?” Amelie wept, pressing her hand to the wall where yours was.

Smiling, you nodded as a sob racked your body. Sniffling harshly, forcing yourself to swallow the lump stuck in your throat. “I think so, sweetheart,” you whispered. “We get to run off into the sunset. Just like I promised you.”

“Gwen.” You called for her, finding her shaking her head, wiping fearlessly at her eyes. “Hey, baby.” The pet name finally forced her to meet your broken gaze. Seeing your body glitch, yet, your expression still held a proud look despite the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Amelie forgives you.”

She let out a sob, covering her mouth as she nodded in understanding. “That’s good. I’m thankful,” she forced out. “I wish you had more time with her.”

“I will, Gwen. You will too when the time comes. We’ll be back together.” Reaching for her, sadly, your hand met the cage wall. Fingers curled slightly, hoping to break through it and feel her touch one more time. “And I forgive you.” Her face twisted again, tilting her head slightly, wiping her eyes frantically as you continued. “My soul mate. My best friend.”

Gwen was sobbing, pressing hers over yours. It made you smile. Vision beginning to blur with your thoughts slowly drifting and strength in your body dissipating. It was nice. The freedom that came with it. No worries in sight. Merely the warm touch of Amelie’s hand on your shoulder. Her eyes were bright with happiness and tears of relief. And the choice between another day or ascensionism. Ascension to a place where you knew was the only outcome. Somewhere you belonged.

And Gwen watched as your eyes stared at her softly, able to whisper out. “We will be waiting for you at the sunset.” Your bloodied hand fell with your body slumping against the wall. Leaving Gwen to sob, pleas falling from quivering lips.

And the sun fell with the darkness of night taking its place.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Quick little drawing of our favourite queer Spideys 😌

Guys you can use this as a banner or a background or a header or whatever, as long as it’s credited you’re free to do so <333

[amartworks]

While listening to Hobie's contemporary records an incredibly vital question comes up… does he know?

[soranatus]

The Spider Target By Dan Martins, a character designer and illustrator

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[icepopcider]

it's funny (not really) because imperial measurement system hahahha

also, i tried some moon girl colouring style for miles and gwen!!!! i love moon girl sm omg, so i'm probably gonna draw miles' hair like this from now on