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Angela McCoy’s Backstory

Sept 16th 2025

8:30pm

Angela walked back to her dorm, avoiding the girls in the hallway in hopes of not having to talk to any of them. Invisible. That’s what she was, Angela like it that way. It was comfortable not have to worry about being on everyone’s minds. Sure it meant she didn’t really have friends and that she didn’t go to parties or well anywhere for that matter but she was fine.

Walking inside she closed the door and made a beeline for the desk, putting her newest sticker in its place on her laptop she smiled. Angel loved her stickers, she often collected different ones but her favorites were her Spider-Man stickers. She loved the different spider men and women and their suits, she’d even started making her own. Not that it was any good yet but It definitely was something. She changed out of her wretched uniform into one of her favorite hoodies and leggings.

She hated being in the dorms, way to loud for her liking so she grabbed headphones and left hands in her pockets. She walked to who knows where, doing something similar everyday.

Angela liked walking to her hearts content, it let her clear her head, it helped her think. How did she get here? One day she’s down at Manhattan middle the next she’s at this fancy boarding school. She doesn’t really fit in and all her old friends live in her neighborhood. She only visits on the weekends and then her mom drives her back to visionary. Not that she wanted to go back.

Soon enough she’d come across a patch of wildflowers. Making a bouquet of Aster, Yarrow, Columbine and Chicory she failed to notice the mouse spider that crept up her thigh. The spider moved slowly, staying out of her peripheral vision it climbed up her sleeve. Up, up, up it went, crawling into her hoodie it bit her. “What the hell?” She muttered as she slapped her neck, killing the spider with relative ease. Rubbing her neck and grimacing at her hand she stood up and tied her bouquet with a hair tie she found in her pocket. “I can give these to Esther.” She mused, knowing the old woman would love the gift.

Starting on her way to miss Esther’s house she ignored how odd she felt. Knocking on the door she put on her best smile, she wasn’t unhappy often she just didn’t smile much. Where’s that beautiful smile of yours hunny? Miss Esther would ask. The kind elderly woman opened the door “Angel my love how are you?” The woman cocked her head and smiled her kind smile. Miss Esther is Angela’s current guardian, she’s had atleast three but they didn’t like her much.

As angel walked inside as could smell the okra in the kitchen. That’s weird she thought. Okra doesn’t smell that strong. She brushed it off, ignoring the odd sensation her other senses seemed to be going through. After an hour the throbbing of her head, the strong smells, loud noises and bright lights she said her goodbyes and ran back to visionary. she just needed to take some Tylenol and go to bed, she’d be alright in the morning.

***The next morning***

Sept 17th 2025

6:15am

“Mnn..” she groaned as she rolled over, entangling herself more in her comforter. Angela swatted the alarm off the desk and rubbed her eyes, pulling herself from the bed she noticed her roommate Diane wasn’t there. Must’ve left already she shrugged. Putting on her uniform she noticed that her shirt seemed..bigger? Odd. Still she put it on and went about her day, grabbing her backpack she walked out of the room and down the hall.

Noticing her crush she smiled a little “maybe I should say hi.” She mumbled as she hyped herself up and went over “Marcus! Hi- um how are you today?” She cringed at how awkward she sounded talking to him. Marcus smiled at her “hey ange long time no see huh? I’m good what about you? Still collecting stickers?” Marcus remembered her stickers! That’s so sweet, Angela and Marcus went to grade school together. They were the best of friends, but Angel Isn’t very good at keeping stable friendships. They drifted apart and she stopped talking to him, it was to embarrassing honestly.

As always the conversation short and sweet, Marcus waved goodbye and went to leave only for angel to grab his shoulder. “Is something wrong ange?” He tried to pull away but to no avail as she was dragged along with him. “No I just wanted to ah-..” she went quiet as she struggled with removing her hand from his jacket. The two continued to struggle, growing more frustrated and embarrassed as time progressed before finally Marcus yanked away hard enough to rip his jacket sleeve. The two teenagers said nothing as they walked separate directions.

She ran to the roof, not knowing where else to go. Climbing the stairs she’d heard her name yelled, looking back her eyes widened a yelp ripped from her as she ran. “Go away go away go away go away!” She repeated as she ran, making it out she slammed the door and locked it.’

(This is an excerpt from my notes I hope it's good!)

meet spyderfunk!! a graffiti artist spider variant who never learned how to make web shooters and gets around through their trusty skateboard and parkour, bomb rush cyberfunk style!

Saw across the spiderverse yesterday

Yes, this is my soidersona

Yes, a little bit cringe

But the movie was amazing

Weaver meeting Doc Ock

Weaver and Friends

Weaver is kenough

Weaver may have stolen docs arm and they may have regretted it later.

Spiderjest

A Spiderverse OC I made but don’t know what to do with. Their name was Huxley Osborn and they were attacked by a magical venomous spider. They fight corrupt nobles that stole their father’s power after he died. It’s a HUGE WIP so I’m open to suggestions

I wasn’t tagged, but I’d like to do this

Flash’s world is pencil-sketched, but specific things have colored pencil(Flash’s suit, Venom, Minty’s hair, and characters at specific times)

Flash themself is a variation of Harry Osborn, but some other people include Peter Parker, an autistic Jewish bisexual trans man, Flash’s boyfriend, has an internship at the Daily Bugle; Winnie Stacy(Gwen Stacy), who is black in this dimension, is the school theatre program’s lead costume designer and makeup artist; Flash Thompson was Flash Osborn’s best friend until Venom used him as a host and killed him(and our spider stole his name); Norman Osborn isn’t the Green Goblin, but he is a great dad; and MJ is a genderfluid Theatre Kid(TM)- it stands for Mento Jax, but he would really prefer to be called Minty.

Daddy Longlegs, baby- they’re a particularly tall stick figure

St Louis, in the late 2010s

Yeah, they have a lot of friends there(and a couple people don’t like them because of the Hobgoblin, but they’re good at what they do)

They technically have organic webbing, but it’s literally their blood so they don’t use it that way. It’s whitish and runny, but incredibly sticky. They don’t websling at all, they just teleport because they can do that.

They collect radioactive spiders- at this point they have like twenty, but some notable ones are Harrison, Chrissy, and Jared. They also have a tabby cat named Bacon who follows them from a distance at all times.

At the moment, yeah.

Sherbet spritzes- it’s like a root beer float but with rainbow sherbet and Sprite.

No one dies. Unless it’s Venom. Venom is to be killed ASAP.

Y’know, I’m appreciating the abundance of Spider-Sona tag games recently- so I’m gonna be making my own here! Only 10 questions because I don’t want to go too wild with this one- or else we’d be here all day!

Spider-Sona 10 Questions!

What artstyle is your Spider-Sona’s world? ( For example, Gwen’s world is watercolor, Hobie’s world is inspired by punk art and punk album covers, etc. be creative! )

Do any characters that appear in the 616 or 1610 universes appear in your Spider-Sona’s world? If so, who and how are their roles different? ( For example, if Hobie Brown is in your universe, is he still the Prowler? Is Peter Parker in your universe? )

Is there a specific species of spider your Spider-Sona was bitten by, or was based off of? ( Can’t think of any specific canon examples here- but I’ve seen a lot of Spider-Sonas based off wolf spiders for example! )

What city and what time period does your Spider-Sona live in?

Is your Spider-Sona in the Spider Society? Were they ever asked to join but declined? Were they not scouted at all? Did they join and then quit? Tell me all about it!

Does your Spider-Sona have organic webbing, or do they use web-shooters? Mix of both? And is their webbing typical spider webbing, or does it have a style to it? ( For example, Miguel’s webbing being red and presumably digital. )

Very important question here- do they have any pets? And if so, do they ever take them out on their crime fighting missions?

Are they the only Spider-Person in their universe? ( For example, Miles and Peter co-existing in the Insomniac Games )

Are there things that exist in their universe but don’t in others? ( For example, Comic Con existing in Miles-42’s universe but not in 1610 Miles’s! Or certain Marvel superheroes existing in their universe but not others. )

And lastly ( For now will probably make a few more of these… honestly I could make one daily but I don’t wanna bother people lol ) what does your Spider-Sona think about killing criminals… and their general approach to crime.

Okay and that’s a wrap for this one! Let me know if you want more of these and how frequently you’d like them! If you aren’t tagged, you can still absolutely do this by the way, just gonna tag a few mutuals and people I follow who I know have Spider-Sona’s! Please let me know if you would not like to be tagged in the future- no hard feelings I’m just autistic and need things to be spelled out bluntly for me!

@spidey-bie @the-cat-and-the-birdie @brown-spider @autisticarach

( You know actually I don’t follow a ton of Spider-Sona blogs so if you come across this post and would LIKE to be tagged in future tag games please let me know in the reblogs or the replies! )

My Spiderguy

This is Flash Osborn, aka the Huntsman. They’re inspired by daddy longlegs, which are also known as huntsmans. And no, they’re not a fusion of Harry Osborn and Flash Thompson. The latter is dead, and more details will be given at a later time. Along with the general run-of-the-mill spider powers, Flash can teleport(which he does instead of web-slinging) and show zero signs of life without actually dying.

SpiderSona from a while ago !

My partner’s spidersoba

I'm rewatching all the spidermans and I know I'm late, but i love this trend, i love how ppl can be creative doing this.

Soooo I wanted to redo my spidersona, so this is it.

I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed drawing it ^^

P.s. "Uffa" in italian is a word for the emotion behind the sound "ugh".

Y/N: have you heard the joke about the gaslighter?

Miles: no....

Y/N: yeah, you have.

Miles: no i haven't.

Y/N: you've literally heard it already.

Miles: NO I HAVEN'T.

Y/N: yes, you have.

Miles: I DON'T KNOW IT?

Y/N: you're crazy.

WEB HEAD SEVEN

(TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM, PTSD, DRUG MISUSE, FLASHBACKS⚠️you have been warned)

Sweat and blood stains my suit as the rugged man drags the knife across my skin again. All I can think of in this moment is my family, tessa, Emily and Kate. Thankfully Tessa is with me in the room. Yet unthankfully she isn’t responsive at all. Through all of my screams and pleading all I can see is the man’s face. Black slicked hair with a taper fade, a few strands falling onto his cold face. Thick eyebrows, one with a scar running through it much like my own. His piercing black eyes, his defined cheek bones and large nose. His small lips and his tidy beard. The tattoo that runs up his neck and the uniform that reads HYDRA. He swings the hammer to my face as I scream once again. Darkness.

-

My body shoots up. Sweat covering my body, a cold feeling lingering as I take in my surroundings, assessing the potential dangers. With heavy sharp breaths my eyes dart around the room, a mixture of dark purples and blacks decorate the walls.

A warm hand reaches for my shoulder as a light is flicked on. I prepare myself for another slash to the face but it doesn’t come.

The person instead positions themself in front of my face. One of their hands fall onto my waist as the other reaches up to caress my cheek. I wince in pain as their finger traces the newly stitched cut on my jawline. A lavender scent fills my senses and it hits me. It’s just Kate. Looking up at her she gives me a lopsided smile. Concern evident on her face.

She speaks but I cannot hear what she says, her lips move but I cannot listen. I’m zoned out completely.

I try to concentrate on her face. The raven haired girl, comforting blue eyes, full lips, a cute nose and shaped eyebrows. Her hair is down and wavy. She is wearing my purple sweater. One of her favourites of mine.

Once again she speaks but this time I listen “Milo, I swear to god if your high again I will murder you in your sleep with a pillow. I mean I’m not saying you’re not allowed to get high of course, but you are completely out of it right now. It’s getting bad, Nat and Wanda are staring to ques…” she pauses suddenly as my arms wrap around her waist and my head falls into her shoulder. I let out a small sigh which is a mixture of relief and pain. I can’t let her know that I’m having nightmares, I need to ‘be a man’. I need to ‘man up’ as Tessa’s father would tell me when Tessa and me where playing with one of his guns and she accidentally shot my in the arm.

I take deep breaths, breathing in as much of Kate’s lavender scent as I can to calm me. She strokes her fingers through my hair, slowly to not trigger anything but fast enough for me to count how many times she’s done it without getting distracted by something.

“time?” I mumble not knowing if Kate even heard or understood what I was asking. Without missing a beat she turns her head and replies “it’s 6am Milo, remember you have to go meet your brother at eight, then you have training with Natasha at ten.” She starts to list off things in my new/forced to do by the avengers daily routine.

-

I grab a pair of black chucks, I make quick work of lacing them up and webbing one of Kate’s many bracelets onto my wrist for safe keeping. She had left for training with Clint half an hour ago now. I check the clock on my phone and it is half seven. Fuck. I stumble out of the room putting my phone in my pocket and walking straight into someone.

Just as their body moves to hit the floor I web their waist and pull them up to their feet. “Fuck shit I’m so so sorry I wasn’t looking at what I was doing I’m sorry” I say flustered and rushed, I look up toward the victim of my clumsiness and it’s none other than Wanda. A sigh of relief escapes my lungs, Wanda lets out a laugh at my actions before shaking her head and telling me to run along.

-

Luckily my brother Brogan had a first class pass into Tony Starks school for the future geniuses of the world. Is my little brother a genius, absolutely not, however his big brother is and got him a scholarship to the school, he is safely accommodated in a private mansion built specifically for the students who attend the facility, meaning he is no longer than a five minute stroll away.

Walking across the hallways of the building I hear gasps and chattering, students gawking at me like I’m iron man or something better. The next thing I know a weight is rested on my shoulders, looking down I see legs dangling from my shoulders, a pair of black and white high top Jordan’s on those legs. I don’t even need to look up to know that brogan has safely planted himself on my shoulders. A low laugh escapes his throat as he jumps off of me. We walk around campus for a few hours, I help him improve on a new mode of weaponry for hero’s he’s been working on. Before I leave I give him a long needed hug which weirdly he reciprocates, wrapping his arms around my nearly healed shoulder blade.

-

Now for the worst part of this travel. The walk home, yes I know I can just web my way back to the compound but why do so when walking is so much more fun.

Reaching into my pockets I search for my favourite thing. Eventually finding it, my weed pen. I know Kate said I have training in like 20 minutes but just a few little drags won’t hurt. It helps with everything, the pain, the anxiety, the flashbacks. Everything.

A tall brown haired man walks into me, brushing past my shoulder, he has a beard, slicked back hair and is wearing black work out gear. I don’t take another breath before taking off, my legs taking me as fast as I can. Before I know it I’m back at the compound. Running up the stairs and collapsing into my room I don’t even turn back to greet Tony or cap who both say their hellos to me.

Once in my room I see Tessa. Thank god it wasn’t Kate. “Milo” Tessa screams while looking up from her phone as she throws something at me, before my mind can comprehend what she threw I catch the it, looking down at a pillow. I look up giving her the ‘seriously’ face before we both burst out laughing. “Your tingle is getting better” she says between laughs. Groaning I throw the pillow at her, not looking at where I aimed, the pillow goes flying into her face, earning another laugh from the both of us. “you wanna come train with Natasha?” I ask knowing either way I’m going to make her take self defence classes now that hydra knows she is associated with me.

My brain fuzzy and my vision fuzzier, Nat lands another punch to me. Sparring was never my strong suit in the first place. “Seriously Milo you have to try” she shouts as she goes for another punch, I swerve my body so she barley misses my ribs, then i sweep her off of her feet before walking over to my water bottle. Tessa sits there observing me and fangirling over Nat.

I pour some water into my hands then rub my face with the ice cold liquid. A hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. It’s Nat, I can sense it is but why is she attacking me? I’m out of the ring. She pushes me back to the ring.

We go a few more rounds before she stops randomly midway through a segment. “Milo” she says using her intimidating voice. “Look at me milo” she demands. Fuck. I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact with the older widow. She takes a few steps towards me and grips my chin moving my face so I have no choice but to look her in the eyes. “for fuck sake milo” she mutters before letting my chin go and stepping out of the ring, grabbing her phone and typing something. “Sit down right now” she orders, I follow her order like an obedient puppy. I stare at the clock on the wall trying to act normal. Nat and Tessa converse for a few minutes before someone else storms into the gym. Probably the hulk. A hand grabs my arm and guides me out of the gym, leaving Tessa and Nat to talk or train. looking around I see who the culprit is, Wanda looks at me, sadness in her eyes. Panic engulfs my brain as I think the worst. She takes me into her own room and sits us both down.

“When I was younger, around your age actually, me and my brother joined this family, fresh out of HYDRA’s torment. My brother struggled with his new found powers and the new environment” she says in one breath, confused I nod allowing her to carry on, she takes a deep breath before starting again. “He started associating with the wrong people. Started taking substances, he was suicidal. He died on a mission while he was high, tried to grab Thor’s hammer while it was flying through the air” she finished before holding my hand. “I’m so sorry Wanda” I say genuinely, she shakes her head. “Milo me and Natasha have noticed you’re acting weird, coming home later than curfew and Kate has informed me that you have been struggling with sleep” she looks me dead in the eyes. Shit. “Wanda I’m fine, nothings weird about my behaviour. Even ask Tessa” I say praying she won’t ask Tessa. I’ve just got this avenger job and I can’t loose it now, I need to protect everyone.

Wanda stays silent and nods letting me off with a warning, I leave her room and head back to my own, not risking going to Kate’s as Nat has probably already told everyone now.

-

(TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM)

I run straight to my bathroom, my back hitting the cold tiles of the wall, I slowly slide down it and press my knees up to my chest, trying to take deep breaths. Without thinking or even hesitating my right hand shoots a web onto a set of draws attached to a vanity, I open the drawer and pull out a small metal box with my ‘shaving’ tools in it. I make quick work of grabbing my chosen weapon. A small razor blade, the silver glistens against the harsh light coming through the windows from the suns rays. I pull my hoodies sleeves up to my biceps and look at where to start. Angry red lines mock me as I stare at them. Ignoring the pain I slowly and harshly drag the blade across my wrist making a multitude of lines ranging from my wrist to my inner elbow. Then the same on my other arm. It’s only when my vision starts to become blurry that I realise how much shit I’m in. My eyes start to close and darkness.

A knock on my bedroom door startles me awake, with spotty vision I manage to make out that I am on the bathroom floor, not sure why though. I hear the bedroom door click open then a few seconds later I hear it click closed. That was a close call. “Hey Milo I noticed you haven’t been out of your room in hours I decided to bring you some food” I hear a woman’s voice, a hint of sokovian dripping off of the American accent. Footsteps come closer to the bathroom door and then another knock. “Milo? I can see you have to light on in there, please let me know your okay” she says quietly. Another few seconds passes and for some reason I can’t bring myself to answer. Maybe it’s because I know if I speak my shakey voice will give it away or maybe I’m frozen in fear and confusion. “Milo I’ll give you three seconds to either come out or say something or I’m coming in” she says a little louder. “One” fuck she must be bluffing she wouldn’t actually come in, right? “Two” say something Milo or she is going to find out, I grab a towel and press it to my arm, grabbing another and doing the same to the other arm. The once white towels turning red. “Three” she twists the door knob and starts to open the door, fuck she wasn’t bluffing.

Once the door is fully open she scans the room before lowering her eyes to meet my own. Not even a second passes before she is running over and knelt down beside me gripping the towels to my arms. “Fuck fuck fuck what the fuck Milo” she whispers while caressing my cheek with one hand “bandages, where do you keep them” she mumbles while standing up and opening all of my drawers. Without needing an answer from me she finds a first aid box, one that every room has, kneeling back down and opening the box she starts placing things on the floor, alcohol wipes, bandages, and scissors. She opens the wipes and takes the towel off of my left arm, looking me in the eyes, her own turning a hint of red, she’s using her powers. She quickly disinfects my wounds and wraps both of my arms before letting me out of her mind control.

She does as she intended and escorted me to Kate’s room, first making sure I pulled the sleeves of my hoodie down and had eaten some food so I didn’t end up loosing consciousness on the way to the room next door to my own. Kate is none the wiser to what had happened. Me and her cuddle until we both end up asleep.

-

Kate wakes me up with breakfast in bed while informing me that tonight we are attending a stark party. I eat a little bit of the breakfast before giving her the majority of it, I then make my way to hang out with Tessa, kissing Kate on the cheek before I leave of course.

-

Me and Tessa stay in her room most of the day gossiping about our time and what we have seen in the compound, she scolds me for showing up to a training session high before realising we need outfits for the party tonight. We always match for these things, this will not be an exception.

After searching for what seems like forever, Natasha agreed to let Tessa borrow one of her dresses and Tony handed me one of his vintage suits a simple yet elegant black suit with a black dress shirt, I pair these with my favourite pair of doc martens, then to complete the outfit I tie my hair up into a slick man bun, combing down any loose hairs. I get pushed into the bathroom by Kate and Tessa to put it on while they put theirs on. I stumble out of the bathroom before straightening my posture and looking at the two most beautiful girls in the multiverse.

Tessa is in a floor length satin gown, a modest yet revealing slit runs down the front of the dress revealing a glimpse of her legs. Her hair and makeup is done, not too much but the perfect amount.

Alike to Tessa, Kate picked out a Lilac coloured satin dress with a lavender glitter on the top of the sweetheart neckline. Kate’s hair is half up, half down, she has mascara and a winged liner on. Both of their dresses are paired with heels making them a little taller than me.

While walking into the party me and Kate loose Tessa on the way in while we greet people, Tessa probably just went to the bathroom to freshen up Kate reassures me.

Looking into my eyes as a slow dance song plays, she wraps her arms around my neck, mine take their respective place on her waist, she smiles. A gentle, genuine smile. You don’t see many of those these days. I smile back a goofy one, earning a chuckle and a slap on the shoulder from her.

As if on que a loud bang is heard throughout the party hall. I wasn’t planning on this type of workout tonight but I guess it’ll have to be done. All of the avengers look between one another and sigh, running to the noise. A few of us are commanded to stay behind and keep the guests safe and entertained. Those people being me, Kate, yelena, Clint and some woman named Jennifer, she has some relation to Bruce but I haven’t really met the whole extended team yet. What better time than in the present though I guess.

WEB HEAD PART THREE

Sitting on my double bed me and Tess are gazing a the small vile of medication that could possibly save my life. Tess picks it up, ripping the needle out of its package and places the tip in the tiny glass bottle, absorbing the liquid into the needle “you ready?” She asks me, with a small nod i lifts up my shorts to expose my upper thigh, tattoos litter my legs, the needle goes in and the liquid is pushed into my bloodstream. With everything going on i never thought this would be happening. I’m finally on testosterone. I have grown at least four inches since i got my powers, my aunt who works at the hospital managed to get me in with a doctor who specialises in gender affirming care. And now i have just took my first shot of testosterone.

Anyway that was last month.

“Oi emo” Tess says as she waves her hand in front of my face snapping me out of my trance, I look up and we are at the rugby club. Presentation night, she nudges me and nods her head to a group of boys, tall muscular boys who obviously play rugby, I see her crush Finley by the bar with them, he’s a sweet boy, admires Tess’ father and is respectful. “go talk to him” I say jokingly knowing Tess would never even go close to him. She laughs and I stand up to walk over to the boys, she grabs my arm and pulls me back earning a few chuckles from the rugby girls, I turn back and smirk shrugging my shoulders “what I need a drink” I say laughing “no you don’t” she replies.

The night quickly ends as Tess and her millennium mindset kicks in even though she is LITERALLY GEN Z. We head home and go get rest for the next day. School has finally broke out and me and Tess have to search for university’s to go to, I run home from Tess’s place and quickly change into a black hoodie and black cargo joggers matched with a balaclava, I climb out of my window and onto the roof with my radio that I had modified to channel the police’s walkie talkies.

The radio cackles and creeks then a man’s voice comes through “ROBBERY ON THE WEST SIDE OF TOWN AT THE OLD AYLES CORNER SHOP” I smile before jumping off of the roof and using my webs to swing downtown, I quickly end up at the shop, I walk in slyly and see three tall men wearing purge masks, I sneak up behind them and grab a can of redbull cracking it open and leaning against the till, all three of the men and the cashier snap their necks to turn and look at me. “Cmon guys did you not hear the news they cancelled the anual purge this year” I chuckle at my own joke before throwing my wrist out and webbing one of the robbers hands to the wall behind him, the other two make quick work of getting to me, the one with the baseball bat lifts it up and goes for the swing before he swings it down onto my head I catch the bat in my hand, using the other one to web him in the face, temporarily blinding him, once he screams of pain I take the opportunity to kneel down and sweep his legs, knocking him to the ground, I then web his arms and legs down to the ground. Next the bigger guy grabs me by the hood of my hoodie and throws me into the aisle stocked with glasses of alcohol, my body flys to the ground and a bottle crashes onto my head, cold beer runs down my face, I wipe my eyes and look up at the man “wow you fellas sure know how to show a man a grand time” laughing again I stand up and nod to the cashier “hey ma’am how much do I owe you for that and the redbull?” I say with a smile, she chuckles and waves her hand “oh nothing dear, catch these guys and it’s on the house” she says with a thankful look, determined to get my redbull I make quick work of webbing the man’s eyes then arms before grabbing my drink and watching the police enter the car park, I walk out of the shop, quickly swinging away from the police as bullets fly past me. Apparent the police did not appreciate the help.

I look at the time on my phone seeing it’s only 11pm I decide to go to anyone but Tess’ house, I swing by Emily’s house and climb up the fire escape. I look through the window sighing, there she is sat on her bed watching a Tim burton film, me and Emily have been friends since childhood, we know each other like the back of our hands. I knock on the window and she jumps a little but knows it’s me, looking over she rushes to the window and opens it, grabbing me by the scuff of my hoodies collar she drags me to her bed and throws me down pointing at me then her phone with a stern look, I pull my balaclava off my face and give her a look which screams i need help. She whisper screams “your the Spider-Man dude?” She slaps my shoulder “what the fuck y/n/n” she goes to her set of drawers and grabs a jar. I look at her as she grabs some weed, a grinder and papers, throwing them at me she points at it “explain yourself lover boy or no drugs” I chuckle at the unserious tone in her demeanour, cracking open the grinder I put some of the magic plant in and start to twist it allowing the parts to be cut up into tiny pieces. “So I may or may not have been bit by a spider, and decided to go fight crime” I smirk as I then take out the green and place it on a rolling paper still explaining my situation. I start to roll the joint and twist the top completing it. Emily comes and sits next to me placing her head on my shoulder before looking up at my face slightly “your bleeding” she stares before lifting her head up and grabbing my face to look at her, she looks down at my lips before looking back up to my eyes, she lifts her finger up wiping the blood from my bottom lip and and kissing my cheek and grabbing the joint out of my hands “go change into my clothes you look like bat man” I laugh and go over to her closet grabbing a pair of grey joggers and a Radiohead shirt, I walk back in and throw her the lighter from her bedside table, she lights the end of the joint and blows on it allowing it to burn. We take a few hits each before playing puff and pass, the room is blurry and we both are in one of those moods where everything is funny.

“Wait wait stay here I have an idea” she shouts as she runs to her closet, she comes back in with a navy blue hoodie that has maroon sleeves she throws it to me making my spider sense go off and allowing me to catch it before it knocks the joint out of my hand, then she throws me a white paint pen. “Get to work wonder boy” she says as she gets on the bed and drags me down cuddling into the side of me. “Doing what?” I pass her the rest of the joint “make ur super human costume” I laugh and pop the top off of the pen, I decide to stick with the spider themes and draw a spider smack bang in the middle of the hoodie “baby?” She whines “mh” I say while I scribble in the details on the spider “does Tess know?” She asks, shaking my head I sigh “I don’t know how to tell..” I am cut off by a knock on the door, Emily groans and gets up opening her bedroom door, in walks Tess… shit.

Closing the door Tess points at me “it’s you isn’t it?” I smile confused “your the spider thing all over the news you idiot” she comes over to me slapping my head “why didn’t you tell me?” She demands “I didn’t know how” I shrug “y/n y/l/n I’m your best friend, she’s your lover or whatever you two are I haven’t really figured that one out yet but that doesn’t matter, you should’ve came to us not go out and try to be a vigilante” both Tess and Emily sit either side of me asking multiple questions about my powers. I answer everything in time then we all decide to turn on a movie, Tess’s father ends up calling her forcing her to come home leaving me and Emily alone once again.

kai sketches wooooo!!!!!!

very lazy art but just a lil something

dawg can I just say this has been one of my fav spidersonas I’ve seen the design is just so??????

spidersona spidersona

ok people let’s do this one last time❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️