#spider smile

[taro-jpg]

::::)

[lby2k99]

Some Miguel doodles and HCs c:

[hobiebrownslove]

Hobie is definitely Miles number 1 defender😭

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie stopped to draw a little doodle of himself. He was like oh I'm writing a note for Gwendy I'll draw a little me.

And it's like not crunched in the corner or anything it looks like he planned to have it there so he left a little space to doodle 😭

He got out red and white markers to draw a little SpiderPunk for that note.

He's such a silly little guy. I'm gonna cry about it.

[hinamie]

binding vow

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Doodle that evolved into "ready for Krillin's wedding" maybe 🤔

[thetinyvoid]

Dude, I don’t know ANYTHING about the “arachno-humanoid poly multiverse” but even I know this is bad!

[ikarakie]

tony’s been dreaming of the day peter and harley meet, because he just knows they’ll get on like a house on fire.

he, however, certainly doesn’t expect their first meeting to be them getting kidnapped together, over 900 miles apart. he also doesn’t expect the frantic phone call he gets two sleepless days later, from their kidnapper, begging him to please come get the kids because they’re so fucking irritating.

[foldingfittedsheets]

There’s multiple spider seasons where I live. One in spring, and one in fall. They just explode everywhere, and when they do they tend to take up residence in our entryway. There’ll be a bunch but over time it’ll be one big spider left standing.

The very first door spider we had was our favorite. Her web was out of the way and she was a beautiful bright orange and black. Also much like ships, they’re all she to us.

One year was a giant terrifying spider who lived directly over the door. My betrothed called her Shelob and I’m grateful every day that I never saw her.

The latest to reign supreme is an average garden spider that my betrothed has named Fat Princess for her round little butt.

Today we exited the house and my betrothed started cooing up at her, “Ooh! Fat Princess is getting so big! She prospers!”

At that moment a delivery man walked around the corner and stared at us. We stared back. I quietly said, “We named the spider Fat Princess.”

[improbabledreams900]

Planet of the Spiders (1974)

[cupcakeinat0r]

[poppy-s-rampage]

Once a Hero.

-Prologue-

Danny Phantom fought with the knowledge that at any given time he could be stricken dead. With the knowledge that his own parents, the people who brought him into this world, could be the ones to take him out permanently. The Job was already half done after all.

But no matter what, no matter his adversaries, Danny held strong. Despite the constant threat of the GIW and his parents, despites his rogues’ shenanigans and Vlad’s scheming, despite the citizen’s ungratefulness, he held his ground. Always staying true to his beliefs.

Yes, he made mistakes ,terrible ones. Yes, he has done things he would forever be ashamed of. But he never let others take responsibility for his actions. The very proof being his existence as Phantom.

There is no denying it, Danny Phantom/Fenton is a hero.

An existence to whom every victory comes hand to hand with tragedy.

An existence favored by fate.

And fate is known to be a cruel mistress.

~~~

He should have known something was up. It was too good to be true. He should have trusted his instinct. But he ignored it, choosing hope instead of the very thing that kept him alive all these years. All it took was one mistake for everything to domino into a nuclear warhead that quite literally took his everything.

And now, there he is on all four in the middle of a crater of what once was Amity Park and its surroundings. His ears ringing only able to hear the sounds of his own screams.

The once menace, once protector of a city too soon departed wailed in agony. Clutching at his wounds with a strength that reopened his sloppily made stitches. His devastated wails, only interrupted by his sobbed breath and hiccups. His throat was ripped to shreds, tainted ectoplasm pooling into his mouth and lungs while some got projected out with each wail.

Rivers of tears cascaded down his face burning his already bloodshot eyes. His unstable form glitching from ghost to human to something in between.

His once healthy balanced core was now struggling to remain whole. Cracks appearing all over, life and death fighting to preserve their precious Halfa’s existence. Danny felt his body and core beginning to give out. His consciousness finally fading. His body slowly being engulfed into the cold familiar embrace of death.

He fell on his back. His wails dying to choked wet sobs and coughs. Through his tears, Danny could only vaguely see the smoke covered nightsky. Ash falling slowly around him like snowflakes.

He could feel the cold creeping up his limbs then gripping his chest. His already dying heart being embraced by a type of cold even his core couldn’t dream to reproduce. Phantom finally fell silent, his unseeing eyes staring at the starless sky above.

Danny in his last few coherent thoughts felt the pain of his core shattering and reforming itself. It felt like his entire being was set on fire before being melded back together. He felt familiar arms cradling him close to their unbeating heart. The familiar ticking of a clock luring him into a dreamless rest.

--------------------------------------

Masterpost!

Chapter 1!

------------------------------------

Author notes:

My brain vomiting this at 3 am. I am sorry for any catastrophic grammar and english, that would be my brain short circuiting from lack of sleep. I intend to hopefully continue this story wherever it may go. You’re welcome to suggest anything or add yourself something to it.

[llamagoddessofficial]

I love Farmtale Sans a lot. But also, living in the country isn't always sunshine cottagecore magicalness. It can suck. But... here's some unromantic country stuff that I think could actually be very romantic when you're with him.

As mentioned before, the two of you end up spending a lot of time in the car together. The nearest big store is a ways away, after all. On those long drives, the radio often cuts out for long periods of time... it can feel pretty lonely, especially at night. But when you're together, it's alright. You sleep with your head against the passenger window, your coat over you, holding his unoccupied hand through the quiet.

He gets a call in the middle of the night from someone else further into the village that there's a surprise rain shower coming through tomorrow, and they need to move a lot of kit indoors ASAP before it hits. He grumbles, but heads out anyway. ... An hour or so later, in the middle of a dark cold field, he sees your flashlight rushing over to him. You have a flask of steaming soup and a tupperware box with a slice of hot pie inside. Despite your fear of the dark and bugs, you made your way out to him. He feels himself fall in love even harder, and just like that, the task takes half the time.

When your home is as exposed as country houses can get, the wind can be really fucking loud. Especially if your room is on the windward side of the house. It can sound like a train is driving over your bedroom at night. You decide to sleep on the couch, both because you can't sleep and because you're nervous about how loud it is; it's difficult to rest when you can literally hear the roof rattling and the shingles jumping up and down. Sans, even though his room is absolutely fine, opts to join you. He lights the fire and gets comfy with you, then stays awake so you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep. You wake up the next morning snuggled up to his chest.

The weather is horrendous pouring rain, cold and damp and treacherously muddy. But the animals have to be fed regardless of the weather. You both go out into the early morning darkness, feeding the chickens and cows, checking on the crops, making sure nothing is leaking, hands almost frozen. You come home absolutely drenched in a thick mixture of rain and mud. And as much as Papyrus complains, refusing to let either of you past the porch until you strip all your dirty items... he's got hot lunch waiting for you both, dry pyjamas and thick socks hanging up over the stove, warm blankets on the couch. There's nothing like the feeling of sheltering from a tempest in someplace cosy. Even if the power does keep going out.

[rambutanjpeg]

miguel buzzcut lore 🎱

[nix-vulpis]

I don't know how I ended up here, but I'm vibing with this. 😎

A whole new world I've discovered, and what an amazing discovery it was 🥺🥹

I'm here for more Peter in the DC universe with the Bat Fam (and if we have Dick as Peter's dad, oh, it’s game on!!). ❤️

[iwasbored777]

I'll never shut up about this scene it's so soft it's the fact you can see that Gwen obviously isn't buying it but she doesn't want Miles to feel embarrassed so she's acting like she believed him when he said that Peter broke the USB and Peter overhearing the whole conversation but not saying anything cuz he also didn't want Miles to feel embarrassed >>>>