#look at iiit

[shokujin-art]

You could just have said you want them all!! I would be happy to show off ALL of them like this~

Thank you for your lovely words and affection!

AAAAaaaah — !!! My heart it's so hecking cute !!! I didn't want to give you more work by saying all of them knowing you did want to draw something 😭😭 ! Thank you so much Dollya hhhhhh going to squeeze it lovingly 💖💖

[deludedandlostcause]

Just some causal modeling happening (x)

[jizzlords]

if someone tells you "you deserve better"/"I don't deserve you", tread cautiously. personally, I'd say leave but it's not that easy.

[enginator2000]

infinite doodles 51-60 from last year. i love my infinite plushie so much, it looks so goddamn stupid and i like to violently shake it around. my real dog, kefla, actually stole him off of my bed a few weeks ago and i caught her chewing on his hair. i wasnt mad though, its what he deserves. plus kefla is just too cute to stay mad at. if you could see her, you would understand

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

[violetcancerian]

THE BACK SHIRT PATCH IS DONE

About to embroider some patches onto my jacket and totally just stabbed my hand with a pin where the sleeve hem is. Bless

[fatherentropy]

[perilegs]

*through gritted teeth* i love stylized games and prefer them over seeing each pore in HD even if it means having to see the same wax sculpted looking style over and over and over and over and over again in anything ea touches

[pinkadillydoo]

this is like, my fav looking armor rn

[steel-and-fire]

As promised heres a delivery. Sorry if I butchered your boi!

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//Haha this is great!!!!!! XD look at these dorks <3 pfffff it is very pretty~

[kookiecrush]

[beforus-against-real-justice]

okay? confesseyeon for you talcus?

eyem steyell pale for you? eye steyell leyesten to our song? but eye cry talcus, thats all eye can do? eye can't talk to you? eye can't be your moeyeraeyel?

and eyets not because of meyenthy? our relateyeonsheyep eyesnt perfect but eyets not why eye dont talk to you?

eye dont talk to you because you treyeed to keyell me? eye almost deyeed, talcus? talcus, eye almost deyeed? you know that, reyeght? 

you doxxed me? you let everyone know my name? you put me eyen danger agaeyen? 

do you not feel bad? 

maybe eyets my “shiiitty moiiiraiiil” ness, but eye want you to get better on your own? eye want you to be leyeke how you used to? 

eye meyess that talcus? eye meyess you? eye meyess future talcus?

eye want you? eye meyess you? but eye am not letteyeng someone who hurts me leyeke you deyed eyento my leyefe?

tell me eyef eyem a crazy palestuck troll who cant get over a verseyeon of theeyer moeyeraeyel who eyes dead? okay? tell me?

and eyef eyem not, try to be leyeke that troll? who eye held wheyele he creyeed? who told me “everyone else stupiiid iiif they don’t liiike you” when eye worreyeed what trolls thought? who made me leyettle clay geyefts when eye was sad? please? 

even eyef eye never get to be freyeends, or moeyeraeyels, or whatever weyeth that troll? eye want someone to? eye want that troll to have freyeends and be happy? eye want that for you? eye want that for heyem?

eye want that for that cryeyeng leyettle troll eye saeyed eye wouldnt geyeve up on? do you not theyenk about them anymore? does eyet never cross your meyend?

eyem not sure? eye dont know? eye never know? eye just? had to say theyes?

“youd come over and say eye looked lovely, oh, you keyessed me just to keyess me not to make me cry, eyet was seyemple, you are sweetness, lets just seyet a wheyele”

iii dont know what to say to this

grumblr can see iii guess

[somegiantmess]

Happy birthday to an old and loyal friend, @percevall! <3 Also passionate and very supportive, one of the people that make me want to keep doing the things I love~

I love Ariall's new design so much, had to draw her again like this, but realistic-sized and colored this time!

Hope you like her! 🎉

[salvador-oct]

I am having a crisis over this. Such a small detail they decided to throw out, a little doodoo goatee, and yet I could not be angrier that they didn't go with it. He looks so cool and it differentiates him from the Trilogy even more than just a hair outta place and a new suit

This art look so cool

i found out about aa5 goatee concept art phoenix.... (GRIPPING HIM)...

[monards]

i dont say it alot but spicaze's art makes me feel emotions beyond human comprehension.

[fangswbenefits]

For Science

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: There has been a rumour circulating in regards to Miguel’s venom. It has to be too far-fetched, right?

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

𓂅 𓄹 Warnings: 18+. Fangs. Biting. Venom!play (is that a thing?).

You eyed Jessica Drew with utmost interest as she worked her way around Miguel’s surveillance station, easily dragging files in and out of the multiple screens.

“Why do you get access to his stuff and I don’t?” you asked as sudden jealousy crept in.

“We go way back,” she started, pulling some information to her watch. “You’ll get there in time…”

Your ego soared.

“… if you don’t keep annoying him.”

It immediately plummeted.

“He’s easy to piss off,” you beamed. “And I’m easily entertained. What can I say? Match made in heaven.”

She chuckled at your antics. “Just don’t get yourself expelled.”

You nodded and waved your hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. So have you heard that rumour about him?”

Jessica finished setting up her watch and mission logs and threw you a suspicious look.

“Well… the one that says his venom does more than causing paralysis,” you wiggled your eyebrows, letting the not so subtle implication dangle.

“You know what? One day Miguel is going to kick you out and I won’t do anything about it.”

“What? I didn’t come up with this!”

It was absolutely true. You hard heard it from some spiders one night while strolling throught the lobby. Rumours came and went. No one thought much of them and these were just harmless fun.

“Well, I’m not commenting on this.”

“Fine! But it’s fascinating.”

Jessica sighed, rotated on her feet and went down the stairs. “You can go ask Miguel, then.”

“Ask Miguel what?”

You froze in place as spider-man 2099 entered the dark room, eying both of you.

“Oh, I’m out,” Jessica snorted, heading towards the exit. “You two have fun.”

Miguel kept his gaze on your and you waved a hand at him.

He frowned.

“Lyla, reroute all the main sectors to earth-1610,” he said, pressing on his dimensional travel watch. “Any possibility of a canon event being disrupted must be reported to Jessica.”

The AI appeared next to him and adjusted her heart-shaped glassed up the bridge of her nose. “Is she tagging along, too?” she pointed at you.

He shook his head. “Not a chance. She’s more useful here.”

“Hey!” you were about to protest, but decided against it.

You knew there was a compliment in there somewhere. Your past missions had not gone without some minor bumps, which was why it had been decided the previous day that you’d tag along Miguel for a couple of weeks to hone your off-field abilities.

“Anything major must be reported to me.”

Jessica nodded but Lyla was not so easily dismissed. “I didn’t hear you say iiit.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. “Thank you for your services as always, Lyla.”

She took a dramatic bow and vanished.

He took large steps towards the platform, greeting you with a curt nod.

How would you describe your relationship with Miguel O’Hara? Tense? On the verse of collapse each time you teased him? Friendly? But only when you didn’t have to spend more than one hour together.

“Morning to you, too, boss,” you saluted.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he checked the screens in front of him.

Maybe you should go easy on him. You were already on thin ice, but just adored pushing him. There was something about teasing him that just did wonders to you.

“Did you sleep well? Did you get some food?”

“Don’t start getting on my nerves.”

You raised both hands, feigning a look of innocence. “I did nothing. You’re paranoid.”

His head turned to you.

“You do have an issue obeying the chain of command. Your last mission was a disaster, because you got into an argument with Peter instead of focusing on the anomaly — don’t interrupt me!” he said pinching the bridge of his nose as you were about to defend yourself. “You have much to offer, but you’re also all over the place and lack discipline. I don’t think you—”

You gave him a jaw-popping yawn which effectively cut him off.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I boring you?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You do know that I was pressured by others to let go of you.”

A long pause stretched out.

“Then why didn’t you?”

In your mind, you had hoped your growing friendship with him had played a part, but…

“You have potential,” he said with a sigh. “One day you might even be better than me.”

Well, that was a high praise and your spine snapped straight instantly. “Really?”

“Maybe… probably not,” he concluded. “But if you keep your focus and work hard, you will be a very skilled spider.”

You rolled your eyes. “Woah, thanks a bunch!”

In truth, you knew Miguel was trying his best to smooth over your bruised ego, but your pride got the best of you.

“Any questions you have, just let me know,” he said reassuringly while glancing at the screens in front of him.

“I can ask anything?”

“Yes.”

“Sooo… have you heard that rumour about your venom?”

It was too early in the day to be so serious, so you genuinely saw no harm in lightening the mood.

He threw you a side glance. “Be specific.”

“Well… that it can cause extreme pleasure,” you blurted out. “Oh, besides the paralysis thingy,” you quickly added.

Miguel turned to fully face you. “I don’t even want to know where that came from.”

Deep down, you felt a pang of disappointment. It would be such an interesting finding.

“Ah, so it’s not true.”

“Probably not.”

That piqued your interest. “Probably? So there’s a chance? It’s just so fascinating, because you’re already so different from the rest of us,” you started rambling not able to hold back your enthusiasm. “Now this is just an added layer!”

You were a scientist at heart and Miguel was pretty much an outlier when it came to being a spider-man. For months you had been trying to let him agree to you running some tests, but to no avail.

In all honesty, Miguel knew his way around science and the inner workings of biology better than you could ever, so he had no reason to indulge your curiosity.

“How do you do it? Is it the same venom or a different one?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Science, remember?”

It was a half truth, though. Yes, this would be mind-blowing science-wise, but this was also about Miguel O’Hara. The very man who had been guiding you through spider society for months. The same men who whose genius and dedication had built the foundations of the spider society.

He now had both hands on his hips and you figured you were already pushing it too far, but enjoyed doing it too much to stop now.

“Can you just tell me how it works? Please?” You clasped your hands together into a beg, hoping it would be enough to bait him for information.

But Miguel remained unfazed.

“No.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” you offered expectantly.

He didn’t budge.

“Please, pretty please?” you tried once again.

Nothing.

“I’ll bring you empanadas every single day from now on,” you enthused. “On demand! Whenever you have those cravings. Two in the morning? Check! Canon event disrupted and universes imploding? Check!”

Miguel quirked an eyebrow. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“Just show me how it works,” you sounded desperate by now. Arguing with Miguel ranked high up with the likes of trying to move a boulder with a wooden fork. “How did you get it to work?”

His eyes to widened slightly. “Show you?” he started out. “Are you asking me to pleasure you?”

Now that was probably on your top three of ‘Things you never expect Miguel O’Hara to say’.

“Oh — I mean… well… what?” you stammered, caught by surprise. “I didn’t — you know… huh…”

He only glared at your babbling self.

“Are you… offering?”

Miguel extended his arm to you. “Give me your hand.”

You panicked. “What? Now?”

“For science, right?”

Point taken.

You hesitated momentarily. “You’re not going to paralyse me, right?”

“Do you want me to?”

You offered your hand for him to grip, flipping it palm up. “No.”

“Then I won’t.”

Miguel’s voice was so flat he could just be reading items off a grocery list.

His gloved fingers traced the heel of your palm and his eyes darted down. You held your breath at the sight of him lowering his head. “This might sting.”

And just like that, you watched in complete awe as Miguel O’hara bared his fangs, slowly raking them across your skin before digging into the flesh.

“Ouch!”

Your stomach turned and your heart fluttered as his warm lips grazed the spot he had just bitten. Two circular and symmetrical openings pooled with a tiny amount if blood.

“So? Do you feel a wave of intense carnal bliss?” Miguel asked, straightening up and brushing the droplets away with his thumb.

You merely stood there, waiting for something — anything — to kick in. But as tense seconds ticked by, it was evident nothing was happening.

“No…”

He shrugged, letting go of your hand to tap his watch. “Ah, well. My pleasuring abilities must be below par this morning.”

You scowled at him and considered smashing his arm with a fist. “You could have just said it was all a lie!” you grunted in sheer annoyance, feeling like an idiot. “Now I’m bleeding to death.”

“You’re not going to die.”

“You’re annoying,” you huffed as you checked the bite marks.

“It’s not a lie. I can indeed inject an innocuous version of my venom that can be quite pleasurable,” he said.

“Then do it!” you said, your temper flaring.

Miguel wasn’t one to take orders. He was much more into being the one to call the shots, but your curiosity was eating you alive now that he had revealed that this rumour had some truth to it.

He was now looming over you, his impressive height adding to the tension. “It depends on where I inject the venom. Certain places are more effective,” his voice was uncharacteristicly low as his eyes landed on your neck. “This is just scientific curiosity, right?”

Your mouth had gone too dry to reply, so you just shrugged. Miguel had you taking a few steps back until your lower back hit the railing that lined the platform, causing your hands to clasp around it reflexively.

“Tilt your head.”

You did as you were told and felt his fingers tracing along your jaw, angling you just the way he wanted.

“Hold on tight,” he said, breath now fanning the prickling skin of your neck. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

Feeling your face heat up from the sudden close proximity, you closed your eyes as if embracing for impact. He pressed his lips to your pulse point before digging his fangs slowly into you.

Your mouth dropped open, aghast, and you finally felt it. His venom poured from the fangs and into your bloodstream, spreading through your veins like wildfire. At first, it was just merely a pleasant sensation, like the one you’d get as you finally drank water after a hot day in the sun.

But it soon turned into something else, and unlike water, the new overwhelming feeling was leaving you thirstier with each thump of your racing heart.

Miguel had his hand on the back of your neck, keeping you in place. He moaned first — no, he grunted —, and you felt a jolt of almost painful pleasure shot down your spine and spread between your thighs.

Your grip on the metal surface wavered momentarily and you feared you might fall, but were firmly grounded by his other hand on your waist. It didn’t take long until your clit started throbbing in unison with your heartbeat.

“Miguel… this… this…”

Suddenly, your suit felt too tight and in the way, especially once he pressed lightly into you.

The venom was no longer being injected, but the remnants of it were enough to wreak havoc throughout your body.

“It’s just for science…” he growled, pulling his fangs away from you. “Does it feel good?”

You didn’t dare open your eyes and could only gasp when you felt him push his erection into you.

“Yeah… science… or whatever…” you gasped, feeling yourself being pushed over the edge with each second that passed.

Just when you thought your orgasm would hit you slowly, Miguel tilted your head to the side, exposing the intact skin.

You gripped his wrist as if holding on for dear life, fearing you’d explode. “Again?”

“Your body is neutralising my venom too fast,” he rumbled, lips hovering a sensitive spot. “I need to inject more.”

“Miguel…” you nearly cried out at the thought of your heart no being able to handle the intense pleasure.

“Look at me.”

Your breathing evened briefly as you did as commanded, his red eyes fixed on yours, pupils fully blown.

“Think you can do this?”

You blinked.

“I know you can take more.”

Your clit was now throbbing at an alarming rate at the promise of more of him.

Miguel flashed you his blood-tipped fangs before sinking them into you once again.

The liquid traveled through your body so fast, you felt like someone had punched the air out of your lungs. You vaguely wondered if you would die from this, and concluded that there were worse ways to go.

Being on the receiving end of Miguel’ dry humps would be enough to make anyone tip over the edge, let alone with the added layer of venom engulfing you into an explosive orgasm.

Your vision blurred in an instant as spams and contractions swept through your body. The friction of his clothed cock rubbing against your clit had you arch your back into him, feeling the bittersweet realisation that you were clamping around nothing. You weren’t sure if this was his venom’s doing, but you felt an overwhelming part of you wishing he had been inside you.

It hurt.

It hurt so good and lasted for so long, you like crying from the overwhelming tide of pleasure.

Miguel gave you time to ride out your orgasm, pressing a bloodied kiss to your lips, swallowing your cries.

Metallic taste filled your mouth and you broke away from him, gasping for air.

Your eyes landed on his crotch.

He was hard. Painfully hard. A faint stain of precum seeping through the material of his suit.

“You okay?”

You bent over, hands on your knees and laboured breaths.

“Are you?” you managed in between gasps.

Miguel crouched to eye-level with you. “I think you owe me one.”

“Yeah…” you nodded, swallowing hard. “Thanks for the… scientific… huh… demonstration.”

Masterlist

[nocturnowlette]

imagine you're at a crowded house party, sitting on a couch

you don't really like all of the noise, but still enjoy the feeling of being around people - so there you sit, soaking in the vibe in your own little way.

while gazing around lazily with your eyes, you slowly scan your head to the right, until, suddenly, your eyes dart to the corner of your peripheral version.

someone else has sat down on the couch.

and she's looking at you.

her head is faced mostly forward, feigning attention towards the crowd. her eyes, however, are fixed right on you - a near imperceptible grin lifting the corner of her mouth.

you almost throw your head to the left. 'why are they staring at me?' you think yourself. while you're not a stranger to being social, you're more comfortable being on the outline of attention rather than the center of it. right now, though, you're being stared at.

how long has she been there? is she still looking? obviously you can't check, it'd be even more awkward if you looked again and saw them still staring. what would she even think of you? what is she thinking of you now? why is it getting... hard to think-

you're feeling something: a light, repetitive scratch, up and down, just behind your ear. what? what's happening? why is everything getting louder? its like the vibrations in your skull are being amplified. you can hear a gentle sound- a bracelet, the hard plastic beads clacking gently against eachother, almost entirely drowned out by the music. it sounds so far away, yet so, so loud. all of the instruments have fallen away into a mush, everything except for the overpowering, repetitive drums and bass.

you feel like an antenna. all of the sounds in the room are only resonating more and more, dropping deeper and deeper with every scratch, sinking and melting and- wait-

your head jolts from the hand on the back of your head. you still feel drunk- did you even drink alcohol? so hard to remember. the feeling is starting to fade, as you hear the girl to your right.

'do you want me to stop?' she asks. oh. she was scratching your head. what? why? you can't speak. you feel frozen. you could swear that everyone was looking at you, but when you finally get yourself to look around again, the party is continuing as normal. even the music, returned to its regular volume. what's going on?-

iiits comiing back, so suddenly, feeling so dull. your head feels so heavy, the bass of the music only getting louder. the vibrations amplify in your brain, drowning out all of your thoughts, spinning and swirling and getting so heavy and-

the scratching stops.

back to normal again, kind of. you look back at her, her grin unmistakable now. did she get closer? she's staring at you still, but this time, expectantly.

does she want you to do something? it should be embarrassing how long you're staring at her confused, but she seems unwavered. clearly figuring that you don't know what's going on, she raises her hand back towards your head. you flinch a bit, and she stops. then, her hand just... stays there. it's almost positioned like a handshake, but more relaxed. an offer.

you can't stop staring.

this is all so strange, but the hand... it feels magnetic. it has gravity. this party had been nothing special until this moment, another night of watching others enjoy themselves. right now, though, you have an opportunity.

you take it.

you start to raise your hand to lead hers, but before you can, you're pulled into a strong embrace- head on her shoulder, your weight leaning against her. it feels a little awkw-

it starts again. you melt into her embrace, falling so much faster into mindlessness. consumed by the music. consumed by the scratches. consumed by vibration. resonance. you're deteriorating into bliss, every structure in your brain so effortlessly melting away. towers into dust, mountains crumbing.

she leans her head a bit forward, and whispers into your ear.

"Good Puppy~"

Mindless.

you don't know what thoughts even are anymore, you don't know what a "self" is. your mind has simply disappeared, it's presence no longer needed. you're an extension of this hand, of the person wielding it. there's nothing else you possibly could be.

how much time has passed? has it been 5 seconds? a minute? hours? it's impossible to remember where you even were, what life even was before this. maybe this is all existence really is. you don't complain. you couldn't complain if you tried. it's everything you know. how could you fight this feeling? how could you fight everything? there's nothing you'd rather be-

you wake up. there are several other partygoers on the floor, presumably passed out drunk, with blankets lazily thrown over them and pillows under their heads. nice enough, you guess. you're on the couch, given the same treatment.

you check your phone; it's 7 AM. when did you even go to sleep? you feel around to see if you have everything - wallet, keys- there's a piece of paper in your pocket, folded twice over. opening up, through the heavy creases, there's a phone number. below it is a multi-colored note reading,

"if you wanna be a Good Puppy again, call me."

just reading the phrase claws at the back of your mind, bringing back everything that happened last night.

you blush, stuffing the note in your pocket as if one of the sleeping partyers would somehow see it. shaking your head to clear it, you grab everything you need and start to head to the door.

you pause, considering everything for just a moment, before heading out to your car.