One Of The Many Practical Applications Of Organic Webbing (being Cringe)

Aren't they cute?

:')

He Bite

The brightness of the Sun will give me just enough

To bury my love in the Moondust

lae'zel is not immune to the owlcub

Assorted doodles.. my deadpool charms came yesterday too :3 they'll be up on my etsy this friday!

Casey centered multi chapter angst fic!

It’s been three weeks of this; waking up and expecting himself to be back on a battlefield, ready to move at any moment. It’s absurd to think that now, there’s no battle raging that needs his undivided attention, no more lessons to learn from his sensei. He’s directionless, floating aimlessly through the life he worked so hard to obtain.

Is this really the life he's living after everything Master Leonardo sacrificed? Everything Leo worked for just fell through Casey's hands like meaningless sand. He can feel the guilt crawling up his throat, a life wasted in the wreckage of their victory.

OR Casey Jones has to confront his trauma.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42291486/chapters/106192779

"I guess I thought... we'd be competing... and I'd be on your heels... for the rest... of our... lives..." - Kacchan of the Bakugou's

a different version and then close ups if y'all wanted that

But anyways, I'm gonna be sappy and say how grateful I am to have been here watching and reading this story for years. It means so much to me, it was one of the first anime's I ever got into, and has helped push me to improve my art. It's made such a big impact on my life and I am thankful that I got to witness these characters grow and develop as I grew up with them.

Thank you, Horikoshi, for this work.

He takes to the streets, clothed in darkness and itching for a fight, and Peter finds it. Again, and again, and again. He’s quiet this time, his voice too hoarse from tears to speak, too enraged to do anything other than scream. So the only sounds that fill the warehouses are the dull pangs of fists and blood splatters. Knuckles hitting flesh, and screams echoing off of stained walls.

One day, when the nights calm, Peter will be disgusted by the monster who stalked the streets, for once his knuckles red from another man’s ichor. Today, he feels righteous.

OR

When Spider-Man loses it all, will a deal with Deadpool save them both?

What do you think I'm doing, hunting boar? I came to save your noble arse!