Quick Update! Chapter 7 Is Gonna Be Postponed For A Few Reasons!

when I was younger I didn’t understand why “may you live in interesting times” was considered a curse in ancient greece.

I get it now.

too cool for you

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

miniaturizing them :) like exactly the same but smaller

Lady Gaga officiating Johnshi wedding

Not sure if anyone is still following me on here BUT, I didn’t abandon grief and guillotines, I’m writing the ending rn and I hope to have it done soon, like end of the month soon.

spideypool thing from last year 😦

Doing a drawing every five kudos to celebrate!

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?

CHAPTER 2 OF “Time Gateway” IS OUT NOW!

Donnie’s eyes are practically sparkling with glee, wrapping his hands around Casey’s wrist and dragging him toward an enormous machine made up of lilac metal and a mess of wires. “Now just step in here and in- '' Donnie types away at his wristpad, sticking his tongue out in focus. “15.8 seconds, you’ll be all set!” He slides into the nearest chair, swiveling around the room from screen to screen, typing at ungodly speeds on his keyboard.

OR: a Casey jones jr hurt/comfort found family fic!

Some Mikey angst

His scarred hands grip the crayon so hard Mikey worries it’ll snap as it shakes weakly in his fist. The pencil falls to the paper with a sharp smack, and his tears swiftly follow it. It’s been weeks of this rinse and repeat, just shaken garbage filling the pages he used to love so dearly. He tries not to let it get to him, to put a smile on his face, but it hurts.

Just some good old-fashioned Mikey hurt/comfort :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41993160