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[neonbrutalism]

miguel being miles' mentor instead of peter has some impacts in surprising ways

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[i-am-pixxie]

Thank yoooooooou!

As 'ACKERMAN' reaches 1.5k reads, over 60 followers, and a 10star rating (weeeeee), I just want to say thanks for all the support!! It really means a lot ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Art by me. **Strictly no AI** **Do not repost without credit/permission**

[minnesota-fats]

Some sketches I did for a fic I made where Jason and Danny get kidnapped by the GIW

(spoiler Maddie is also there)

[craetor]

Scene in Isolation AU where they get down from the roof & like 3 unknown policemen are chilling in the monitor room

[murrpa]

Possibly will be posted in the next couple days, loving what im cooking so far

(As non-native English speaker fics are the reason for my expanded vocabulary istg)

If you haven’t seen first chapter here ya go :D

[turtles-allthewaydown]

Chapter 11 of Nothing Ventured has been posted! Featuring: Chilchuck finally shares some important information with Laios, some thoughts on how the half-foot union works, and giving up on finding a more medieval word than "graffiti." Finally, a chapter where they don't fuck!

No major chapter warnings for this one. Anti-half-foot sentiment, I guess? Again, nothing worse than what's elsewhere.

[willowmckinley]

Folks!!!!!!!! I commissioned KingKaibosh for fanart of my Wifey Raylan from my fic A Memory Polished, as Shiny as: Satin, Pearls, Teeth. Look how good it is!!!!!!

The pose is a reference to Karina Drawfee's broom pose!!!!

Thank you again @kingkaibosh!!!!!! I love this so much!!!!!!!!

[atwooozi]

I'm making y'all look at the thing I made on canva for my fanfic Too Sweet

[applekitty]

sparknotes

[lamiue]

BAMF Stiles finds Cora and The Hales live happily ever after!!!

Boy with a mission by Lamiiue

[winterserra]

Officially wrote a Winterserra fic. Read it here!

Rating: M

[worldsmessiestwriter]

Maybe.

tw - heartbreak :(

word count - 959

Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

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The Stark Tower was usually buzzing with life—Tony in his lab tinkering with his latest invention, the Avengers dropping in and out between missions, and Y/N Stark doing her best to keep up with the chaos. But ever since the breakup, the Tower had felt… quieter.

At least for her.

Peter Parker had a talent for avoiding her, and he did it so well she sometimes wondered if he was using his Spider-Man stealth just to dodge her presence.

Case in point: earlier that day, she’d walked into the kitchen to grab coffee and found him already there. He had been mid-sip when their eyes met, and before she could even muster a “hey,” he mumbled something about needing to fix something for Tony and bolted.

It hurt.

It wasn’t like Y/N wanted to hash things out or relive their breakup. She just… missed him. She missed their late-night talks about everything and nothing, his dumb science jokes, the way his hand always found hers when they watched movies on the couch.

But now? He was practically a ghost.

That night, Y/N sat curled up on the couch in the common area, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she stared out the window at the city lights. Her laptop sat open next to her, but she couldn’t focus on anything.

Her mind wandered, as it so often did these days, to the “what-ifs.”

Maybe I’ll see him at Christmas, she thought, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. Maybe he’ll walk in, all awkward and fidgety, and we’ll laugh like none of this ever happened. Maybe things could go back to the way they were.

She pictured him sitting across from her at the Stark family Christmas dinner, nervously chatting with Pepper while Tony teased him about his haircut. She could almost hear the sound of his laugh, feel the warmth of his hand brushing against hers under the table.

But the image dissolved as quickly as it came, leaving a hollow ache in its place.

Maybe I’ll see him at New Year’s, she thought. Maybe he’ll show up just before midnight, and we’ll accidentally find ourselves standing under the same mistletoe. And maybe…

She shook her head, wiping at her eyes. “Get a grip, Y/N,” she muttered to herself.

Over the next few days, Y/N threw herself into anything that could distract her—helping Pepper plan an event, running errands for Tony, even taking up one of Natasha’s grueling training routines. But no matter how busy she kept herself, the fantasies found her.

Maybe one day I’ll get married, she thought one night as she flipped through an old photo album. She imagined Peter standing at the mic during her wedding toast, his voice cracking as he told a story about how stubborn she was, making everyone laugh and cry in the same breath. She imagined catching her dad wiping away tears—a rare sight.

Maybe our kids will be best friends, she mused the next day, watching Morgan Stark play with her dolls. She pictured Peter’s child—a little boy with his curly hair and curious brown eyes—sitting next to her own, their heads bent together as they built LEGO towers in the living room.

Maybe we’d live down the street from each other, she thought wistfully. Maybe we’d wave hello every morning and share coffee on lazy Sundays, like nothing had ever gone wrong.

The “maybes” wouldn’t leave her alone, no matter how much she tried to push them away.

The final straw came when Y/N walked into the lab one evening and found Peter working quietly at one of the stations. He was wearing the same hoodie she used to borrow, his hair a little messy like it always got when he was focused.

He didn’t notice her at first, but when she cleared her throat, he froze.

“Oh,” he said, standing up straight. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi,” she replied softly.

An awkward silence filled the room, and Y/N could feel the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on her.

“I…” She hesitated, her fingers curling into the hem of her sweater. “I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what.”

Peter’s eyes flicked to hers, and for the first time in weeks, she saw a flicker of the boy she used to know. “I know what you mean,” he said quietly.

They stood there for a moment, the distance between them feeling both too small and too vast.

“I miss you,” Y/N blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them.

Peter’s eyes softened, and he took a small step closer. “I miss you too.”

Her heart ached at his confession, but it wasn’t enough to bridge the gap. Not yet.

“Do you ever think about… us?” she asked hesitantly.

“All the time,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes I think about what could’ve been, and it kills me. But then I think about how I hurt you, and—”

“You didn’t hurt me,” she interrupted, her voice breaking. “I mean, yeah, it hurt, but… I don’t regret us. Not for a second.”

Peter looked at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read—hopeful, regretful, and something else she didn’t dare name.

“Maybe,” he said softly, “someday we can figure it out.”

Y/N swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “Maybe.”

He gave her a small, sad smile, and then, just like always, he left.

That night, as Y/N sat alone in her room, she thought about his words. Maybe someday. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep her going.

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[honkshoo-zzz]

more saxwell, specifically from my fic, Don’t Go, linked below ;)))

[running-tweezers]

Ok since I’m posting my 80’s AU fic about my OCs, I figured I might as well give a little bit of info about them. Don’t want to give away TOO much tho.

If you’re interested 👀

Zephyr Nguyen

- light of my life, my beautiful child, my number one blorbo

- 19 in canon (22 in the 80’s AU), they/them, gay, Vietnamese, 5’6”, weird androgynous goth icon.

- STORYTIME: They were NOT AT ALL supposed to mean this much to me. They were created as a stock NPC for my original table top role playing game. I wanted to give my players someone to go to if they needed something they couldn’t get from a normal shop, an underground black market dealer type NPC. At first I wanted to make a character who was dark and mysterious and didn’t reveal too much about themself.

Then I thought, you know what’s so much better than that?? Someone who thinks they’re dark and mysterious and is trying not to reveal too much about themself. But in reality is just really bad at it.

So I made a character that I only referred to as “Zee”, made them a try hard goth kid selling black market stuff out of their grandma’s basement, and sent my players to them. Those were truly the only details of the character I had going in.

Unfortunately for me, my players FELL IN LOVE WITH THEM INSTANTLY. They all became so invested in this weird kid and were like “ok so we’re adopting them, right?”

So I realized they were gonna come back and see “Zee” as often as they could get away with, so I had to scramble to build an actual character around them. That’s when they got their full name, age, a solid appearance, and a full backstory. From there I slowly got more and more invested in them until they became My Favorite OC.

Nate Grey

- 20 in canon (23 in 80’s AU), he/him, bisexual, White, 5’10”, chill asthmatic plant-loving sunshine boy

- I actually share custody of this oc with my bestie. He belongs to both of us.

In the fic, I mention Nate’s sister Mick. Mick is my friend’s player character in my game. Nate was an NPC created by them for Mick’s backstory and motivation.

This particular friend ( @phantasmechanical I’m calling you tf out) was the ringleader of the “let’s adopt this basement goth” movement. They LOVE this little weirdo.

So one day they come to me on discord and offer an idea that permanently altered my brain chemistry. “Mick’s brother and Zephyr are around the same age, What if they met?? What if we smooshed their faces together and made them kiss???”

I was not the same after that. Brainworms took root and have not let go. Now I’m here 3 years later with a Google drive full of fics of them.

That’s all for now. Again. Don’t want to give TOO much away.

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NEWSIES OF TUMBLR: Read My Fic Please

welcome to more of my endless shameless self promotion. please read this it's good i like it and its not that long!!

snippet: Finch didn’t say anything and suddenly Albert was being pushed against the brick wall and he felt the other boy’s lips on his. Finch was a good kisser but all Albert could think was; 'This would be better if Finch was Race…’

sir ma'am mister missus mx dude bro man do you not want to read this?

why not i ask you?

i'm jus' a poor newsies tryn to sell my paper (fics)

please read this i tried

P.S.

-> i'm pinetree603 on ao3 so come and stay a while

[murrpa]

OMG I FINALLY FINISHED SECOND CHAPTER!!!

my motivation came back so here it is:3

pls leave kudos and comments i would appreciate it sm🩵