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x-gon-give-it · 1 year
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Additional art dump because it’s that kind of night
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magicturtle · 3 months
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I’ve come to realize that the PS4 Spider-Man game really fucked me up. I kept waiting for the flip, the twist, but it never came, I just literally spent a third of my time activating towers, built by an objectively evil corp that allow the police to spy on citizens…
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isabella-kr · 11 months
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SPIDER-MEN MASTERLIST
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no-mercy-bby · 6 months
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Playing Spider-Man 2 and asking myself "why he kinda..." about all of 'em
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artbynio · 1 year
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Ps4 spidey and miles take up all of my one (1) brain cell
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ask-cloverfield · 11 months
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Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 needs to have Drive that Funky Soul on the soundtrack and the ability to do a certain dance
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it-seemo · 11 months
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Day 31: "Free Day"
This is one of my first ever Spider-Man renders in SFM. It dates back to 2019, which was... oh god, that was four years ago... uh, anyway, it's one of the few first SFM renders that I'm still really genuinely proud of today.
So it feels like the perfect way to end off @sciderman's Spider-Month. This has definitely been a wild ride, and I had a ton of fun with the whole thing.
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So out of having time to kill, I decided to make some stuffed Spider-Man and Deadpool frogs.
I used the Spidey suit specific to the PS4 video game with the white spider.
Lots of fabric paint and attempting to take a pattern on a human body and translating it to frog. And because I painted everything on before sewing, not everything lined up (especially on Spider-Man).
But I love how they came out regardless. Now excuse me while I go complain about knee and back pain for the next week 😮‍💨 [exhale emoji]
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[image descriptions]
Image one: the Spider-Man frog with the PS4 white spider suit on the left of the Deadpool from which has the suit I believe is more accurate to the movie version. They’re both facing the camera. They’re sitting on an off-white mattress with a baby themed pillow behind them.
Image two: The Deadpool frog is alone and facing the left.
Image three: The Deadpool frog is alone and stomach up, being held by my hand.
Image four: The Spider-Man frog is alone and facing the left.
Image five: The Spider-Man frog is alone and stomach up, being held by my hand.
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itsyagerg-author · 1 year
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Summary: Peter Parker finally cuts his hair and realizes he might not be a girl. Transgender Peter basically.
Warnings: Dysphoria, minor swearing, overstimulation, breakdowns, etc. Nothing awful though.
Word Count: 555
Author’s Note: This is very short, and a bit of a comfort piece. If you’re transphobic or anything, I will straight up block you. This is also set in the Ps4 Spider-Man universe.
Shit.
I looked down at the scissors in my hand, and then further down at the floor. Hair was circled around me, on my feet, on the counter. As I looked in the mirror, I knew what I was going to see.
My hair was cut.
It was cut into a choppy, slightly-above-shoulder length cut, with my front hair just above my eyes. My head felt so much lighter. My body felt lighter.
Yet I couldn’t stop sobbing.
Why did I cut my hair?! Aunt May was going to kill me, I looked awful. I had school tomorrow, why did I decide to- Knock, knock. “Ben,” Aunt May said from the other side of the bathroom door. “Are you alright?” I cringed at the name. I had told her I wanted to go by my middle name a while ago, but in reality, I hated being called that. Maybe just as much as I hated being called my actual name. Why couldn’t I be normal? Another knock. “Ben?” “I-I’m fine, Aunt May,” came my small, high-pitched voice. Talking made me feel worse. “Just, y’know, trying to freshen up!” Small moment of silence. “Well, alright honey. Just be sure to come out soon, I’m about to order some food!” I heard her walk away and my eyes drifted to the mirror again and I started sobbing harder. This was horrible. I had to get out of here, but I couldn't. Not like this. Maybe I should just stay in here forever. I could do that. Ask Aunt May to send food under the cracks. Perfect. I sat down on the floor, hair surrounding me. I felt so uncomfortable-everything felt Wrong. My shirt felt too tight, my pants were too scratchy, I was too cold.
Breathe, Peter, breathe. That was the name I picked for myself. It was the male version of my real name, and I liked it better. I didn't get why. I didn’t get why I wasn’t uncomfortable with Peter. I should be, shouldn’t I? I was Aunt May’s little niece. I was my parents’ little girl. I was the smarted girl in class. Yet, it didn’t feel right at all. Even though it should.I curled up, hugging my knees with my head resting on them. I rocked back and forth, quietly counting to myself. One, two, three, four…One, two, three, four… I was so focused on counting, I didn’t realize the door was pushed open until Aunt May put her hand on my shoulder. I jumped.“Benny,” I bit my cheek at the nickname, “Shh, it’s okay, come here,” she gently pulled me into her arms and suddenly I wasn’t fourteen. I was six, crying in her arms due to who-knows-what. I was a kid. As my crying slowed, she gently said, “Needed a change of style?” I heard myself laugh, but I didn’t feel joyful. “…It looks awful.” Aunt May pushed me away, looking me up and down and sighed. “I can clean it up for you. It’s not awful, you could’ve done worse,” she smiled softly and put her hand against my cheek.“Ben-“ “It’s Peter,” I blurted out, eyes widening, as did hers. “I-I mean-“ I felt tears swell up again. “I-I want to be called Peter, n-not-“ Silence fell before she spoke again. “Peter...let’s get this cleaned up.” I just sobbed.
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x-gon-give-it · 1 year
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Day #8 of drawing Spidey everyday.
PS4 Spidey my beloved
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dargoww · 2 years
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ok but we really DO need more harry osborn & peter parker content
been rewatching Spider-Man 3 with Tobey and damn their duo is so good?? it's such a pity we got so little of it :(
like literally they're besties and it shows. a chaotic but iconic™ duo i'd die to see more of! loved their friendship while it lasted in the amazing spider-man btw
wonder if we'll get more interactions? maybe in ps4 marvel's spider-man if there's ever a second game?
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shsl--fangirl · 2 years
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I’m replaying PS4 spider-man and I can’t help but think of that Osborn becoming the fucking Green Goblin because it’s so funny to me.
Like that mf is the (former) mayor of the city. Like the idea that a politician becoming a supervillain isn’t that far fetched, but becoming like a goofy (but deadly) villain like the green goblin???
Can you imagine that mf getting unmasked on live tv and the utter shock so many people have when they see the mayor they may have voted for is a villain with a goofy voice???
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comicbookfanzevad · 5 months
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In the PS4 Spider-Man continuity the inspirational poster line instead appears on a keychain for that version of Peter. I kind of want to make that a reality as well now. And add it to my keychain.
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spiderdeli · 6 months
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Spider-Men
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mustasekittens · 6 months
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that's rough buddy
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hanasnx · 6 months
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closure
MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: sexual content | booty calling spider-man :)
PETER PARKER doesn't understand why he keeps letting you do this to him. Over and over again you tell him friendship is all you want, yet at the late hours of the night— since you know he's already up— you ask if he can afford a break. Like an idiot, he swings by. Doesn't even get the chance to take off the suit before you're shoving him down into a seat, straddling him to rub yourself all over his bulge.
"Hey, easy," he tells you, "you're gonna leave a wet spot." To protest you, his gloved hands cup the plush flesh of your backside, lifting you over him. That spider-strength has you weak in the knees, eagerly latching onto his neck over the cloth. A gasp emits from him as he maneuvers his erection from the confines of his suit and you mouth at his pulse point.
"Want- you, Spider. Need you." At the invoke of that nickname, he lulls his head back and you bite onto him in your enthusiasm. A delicious and low groan pours from his throat, from both the sensation and anticipation of being inside you again. Obediently, he lowers you, nudging your entrance with the head of his cock until he feels a give. You suck in a breath to feel that stretch, no one stretches you like Peter does.
"Fuck," he drags out the word, slowly reintroducing you to his every inch. Impatiently, you push down, as if you could ever hope to overpower him. The man has lifted buses. "Wait a second, baby, wait," His fingers dig into your skin, warning you that you're going too quick for your sake.
"I can't wait any longer, you took so long getting here," you whine, burying your nose into the crook of his shoulder. You can smell his sweat through it, the musk of recent exercise, prowling the streets of Manhattan looking for trouble. "Just fuck me already?"
Pete can't believe this is working on him. Yet again bowing to your whims because he's that desperate for your attention, that desperate for your touch. He can't lie, your impetuous begging for him and his dick strokes more than his ego, length twitching while half-seated inside you. "You want it that bad?" his tone betrays his hope.
"Yes! Yes, please, Pete," With your plea, your grip on him inflects with your syllables, rutting your body against him for any kind of friction, while his halt remains infallible. No matter how you wiggle, he won't let you sink further. At first it was to keep you from hurting yourself, now it's because he likes hearing your bargain for him. Those addicting lips glide up to his ear, and he can feel your breath on the shell of it through his mask. "Need my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
"You're gonna pull that card? Seriously?" his indignant question is adversely punctuated with a buck up into you and you cry out. It got you fucking wet. It spurs him on, working himself up to a steady pace as he fucks you. He can hear the sounds of the city through the open window, if sirens flew by right now he's not sure he'd have the strength to leave you.
Putty in his hands, your body acts as fluid as he uses it, and you're so grateful you reached out to him. Fucking a superhero is thrilling enough, but fucking Spider-Man has a perk you can't pass up. That spider bite may have gifted an extra couple inches to his cock, but you're more interested in his power to fuck you like a sex toy. Along for the ride, you bounce on him because he's moving you. Like you're nothing. Out of instinct, your lips clumsily find his on the cloth as you brush noses. Your tongue peeks out, the felt drying the tip and his lips shift under your touch.
Breathless and amused, he asks, "Are you trying to french me through the mask again?"
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