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spiderverseconceptart · 10 months
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Spinneret and Spiderling concept art and draw-overs for Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse by Kris Anka
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stark-and-shield · 3 months
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Hahahahahhahaha
Peter being a sneaky little shit! 😆🤣
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jtexplorer · 8 months
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The Perfect Timeline
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Original Twitter post: https://twitter.com/brooklynvtc_/status/1696935058974573037?s=46&t=oiiOxn3x_8ttssHQvsfL5w
Original Artist: https://www.instagram.com/ghostpainters_real/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA%3D%3D
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itsagentromanoff · 11 days
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Why did I just learn that Mysterio aka Quentin Beck was stalking Peter before he showed up
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I’m gonna need to rewatch SpiderMan: Far From Home again
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milimeters-morales · 4 months
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Spider-Man/Woman fighting someone, and they land a hit that makes Spidey go down and hiss in pain, which makes them think the hit was really good + makes them overconfident when the truth is that Spidey had a painful pimple there and hitting it felt like being stabbed a few times in a single second
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foxssketching · 1 year
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Iron Dad is maybe gone...but Doctor Dad is here 😊
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Invertebrate Tarot Illustrations
Card 1: The Fool
A young spiderling casts its web balloon into the air and takes flight. Young and innocent, it will allow the wind to carry it far, and wherever it lands a new life will begin.
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This is a big project- 78 cards planned, and 22 already sketched down! I can only afford to work on it between other work however and I don't know if I'll be able to keep it up after this year; if you'd like to support my work and keep this project possible, check out my recently-opened Ko-Fi! <3
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inksilvery · 6 months
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commission for Saint_NerdGhost on twitter
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Amazing Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows #13 ( Michael Walsh Variant )
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this is Blueberry (aka Blue)
Blue is a dolichothele diamantinensis (Brazilian Blue Dwarf Beauty) spiderling. They’re not blue yet but they will be! Anyway i adore my new spood 🥹💙
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your-favourite-plague · 9 months
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✵ The Mother ✵
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✵ The Thoughts ✵
[Kalluto & Kikyo, before the mission in Yorknew]
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The scissors blade sliced through the paper with a quiet snip. Another set of little pieces fell on the desk, each perfectly even. The small, agile hands gathered them and carefully hid in the slits of the long sleeves.
Kalluto looked in the mirror, ensuring his hairstyle kept the intact shape and smoothed nonexistent wrinkles on his obi decorated with a geometrical pattern, matching the one on the bottom of his furisode. All preparations were done, and he was ready to go on a mission; technically not his own, as he only assisted his older brother, yet he wanted to polish everything all the same. In a long time he didn't leave his home and he couldn't hide from himself the anticipation of seeing the outside world again.
Obviously, he loved his home and his family. There was no doubt about it, and no reason for him to want to leave. But lately, sometimes, just sometimes, he found it difficult to breathe.
Everything changed when Killua ran away. His abrupt and impudent breaking the rules left everyone distressed. Outwardly, the Zoldycks still worked flawlessly like the harmonized organism, yet the home atmosphere drowned in tension. The wound seemed to heal for the moment, but then these people came and aggravated it once again. They called themselves 'Killua's friends', invaded their property and took him away, ruining the family peace. The butlers crept in foreboding, Illumi began to disappear even without missions, Mother cried more often. And the Thoughts — the ones Kalluto so desperately tried to quell or at least seal somewhere deep inside him; the ones that made him glad all Illumi's attention was always dedicated to the heir, so these awful taints on his mind could slip unnoticed — now they got excruciatingly harder to bear. In this situation, he should especially increase his efforts to be a good child to ease Mother's pain at least a little, but everything he did seemed to make the matter worse.
If only Killua was here.
He couldn't tell what he sensed first — the stately aura, the flowery scent of perfumes or a click of the heel. He quickly neatened already perfectly adjusted clothes and bowed to greet his Mother, coming into his room.
Maybe at heart he actually wanted to leave home, even briefly, but he definitely didn't want to leave Her. Recent disarray visibly worsened Her state and agitated Her already fragile emotions. He feared She could have a breakdown at any time, and he desperately didn't want it to happen. Even though going on missions was his official responsibility, the one much more important for him was to ensure Mother's peace of mind. He always tried to be near Her, as Her companion, support, confidant. Making sure no one, and especially himself, would do anything what could upset Her, and if She was screaming or crying even then, do everything to distract Her, talk about art, about nature, about assassinations.
He was also painfully aware he was being irrational. The outbursts, no matter how terrifying, always passed without the repercussions, and She regained serenity as if they were just Kalluto's delusion. Moreover, She was surrounded by skilled butlers who knew how to comfort Her. There was nothing in which he would be irreplaceable.
"Oh, I see you are ready. Very well." The praise felt warm in his chest. "You really remind me of Illumi, dear, you've matured so fast! When you come back, I will have to implement more trainings he underwent into your routine, and soon enough, you will be just like him!" While She chattered, this warmth was slowly succumbing to the cold stinging.
"Yes, Mother," he said habitually, not sure if She even needed the affirmation.
"However, I have to say, it was not necessary to take you as his assistant. This is not what is best for your current situation. If only he consulted me, I would have opted for something more quiet and clean for you." The red iris on Her visor shrunk minimally, Her voice momentarily shrill. "And quick." He understood the reprimand.
"Yes, Mother."
"I should be the one to always choose your missions, I know what you need." His heart tightened when Her tone hit the mournful string. "It is regrettable that your father pretends not to understand this. But we will work hard nonetheless and correct these little defects, right? Don't worry, dear, mama will take care of everything."
Yes, Mother, he wanted to say, but something heavy choked his throat.
"I don't want—" the Thoughts blurted weakly, taking control over him. His eyes widened, when sudden silence made him realize what he had done. He was insubordinate and he just saddened Her again. Maybe he should leave home after all.
Silk taffeta rustled when She came closer and fondly caressed his cheek, the pressure of Her fingers painful against his skin.
"Kalluto, is everything okay?" Her voice needled him with guilt.
"Yes, Mother," he said with difficulty, through the mouth stitched by Her presence. "I'm sorry."
He shouldn't forget.
He might still not be the completely finished product, but the course was set. His path was decided in advance, the role that was assigned to him from birth and the sole reason he was created — to serve the head of the family, first his father, then Killua, then Killua's child if he would live long enough to see them. The desire to change was not only unnecessary, but could be harmful.
Unconsciously, his fists clenched.
"I have no doubt that you will do well, dear, just remember to look after each other." She returned to Her previous tone as if nothing had happened, and began adjusting the collar of his kimono and evening his musubi. "You will be a good helper for your big brother whenever he needs you, won't you?"
"Yes, Mother." He couldn't look Her in the face.
With the last stroke on the cheek, She left him, standing in the middle of his room. And he stood, maybe for hours or seconds, his head uncomfortably heavy, yet deprived of any thought. His mind disobeyed again. He just had to concentrate on steady breathing, inhale through nose, hold, exhale through mouth, hold, and on executing the mission. Still with splinters of hollowness in his head, he glanced at the mirror and, straightening up, went out into the corridor.
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It's a part of my longer fic, but I kinda like this excerpt on its own too.
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thelonelymutant · 1 year
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They’re in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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extraordinary-heroes · 10 months
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Amazing Spider-Man Renew Your Vows #4 (Cover art by Ryan Stegman)
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jtexplorer · 2 months
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luthifer · 7 months
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Found this baby spider in the corner between two tea boxes no one uses. She's got a great web for such a tiny spider.
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saphicc-drew · 1 year
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this trio is so chaotic
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