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palettesofrenaissance · 16 days

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Desc: Stormy middle of the day, gray and full of thunderclouds, stuck inside alone and needing to feel cozy, tea kettle on to boil, pile of unread books

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 (𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞)

The sky outside is a dark greyish-indigo as the setting sun reflects through the thick clouds that are heavy with an impending, angry thunderstorm. The telltale humidity is strong in the air; it wafts through the room from the opened window. Despite, inside it's quiet, calm, and she's cozy, wearing an oversized, knitted cardigan with its sleeves tightly rolled up to her elbows.

The thick, undeniable smell of blood from her prey continues to drift in from the bathroom, mixing with the smell of the oncoming rain and the tea that's been steeping on the stove.

In the kitchen, the cast iron tea kettle sits on the stove coil, still hot and lowly simmering. Also along the counters are her cutting boards with knives, her chosen seasonings lined up, an uncorked bottle of red wine for cooking, a lemon to zest, and a stew pot on the stove and a bowl to collect excess.

In the outside distance, the first roll of thunder rumbles over the city, and through the opened window a soft breeze blows, pushing aside her curls that have strayed from her high bun.

From her speakers, her calm playlist plays and she sways her hips to the music.

This is her third time doing this. She's still thinks of herself as a beginner but has learned enough from her previous mistakes to be cleaner and thorough this time. Also, she's made sure to do this when her fiancé is out.

This isn't her first time doing this; the first time had been when her beloved fiancé witnessed her, so grotesquely and animalistic. She has been in the bathtub, hunched over a dying cat in her hands. It's dying, helpless meows gripping her fiancé's heartstrings in sorrow as he helplessly watched her sink her mouth into its corpse. Tuffs of its fur haven been pulled off. Blood dripped down her mouth, thickly slicking her luscious lips he loves so much and which he's kissed far too many times to count. Back then, her fiancé sat against the bathroom wall watching, stunned, as she ate the kidnapped neighbor's cat in order to feed.

Then, her fiancé had made her promise to not do this again—even though her turning in the first place had been his fault. She'd agreed—after discarding the feline carcass and after a hot, long shower, shes agreed with her eyes downcast as if in shame and while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket.

She had promised to not do it again—

Despite her turning being his doing.

So, now during an impeding thunderstorm and calm and cozy in her home, she flips through the cook book currently in her hands and bites off a hanging nail on her thumb, nonchalantly spinning on her toes as she paces inside the small semicircle pile of books. She mentally calculates how to replace the Chateaubriand steak in the recipe with human meat.

Still lightly dancing to the music, she ventures into the kitchen and retrieves another bowl before returning to the bathroom where her meal rests, slumped in the porcelain tub and dead. She'd already skinned his abdomen, biceps, and parts of his calves and thighs to get to the good muscle and fat.

She remembers when she first saw him—on television while sitting beside her fiancé who wore a wrinkled nose of deep disgust—and that's when she decided he'd be a delectable next target. Eating him was just a bonus and a way to savor her kill.

For her, choosing him would be getting rid of two birds with one stone, minding the online threads about him containing further disgust.

Here in her home, she's already cleaned the cuts of his meat she's already sliced. Now, she pounds them with a meat tenderizer mallet, putting to use the cooking apron her conservative great aunt and uncle gifted her last Christmas. "Choose your weapon" it read surrounded by a silhouette array of cooking utensils.

Once more, another roar of thunder echoes over the city. The clouds look like dark waves rolling over the rooftops.

The books she now has stacked nearby vary from more cooking books to those of the occult variety, to bat anatomy, to global mythologies.

The song currently playing fades out and another one begins, this one from her childhood—which her mother would play loudly on the weekends she was awoken early to help clean the whole home. It makes her smile at the warm memory, pausing to take another drink from her cup of chamomile tea.

When the rain begins to pour, she closes the front windows to halfway. By this time, her home smells heavenly—of relaxing tea and the seasonings accompanying her delectable meal that's simmering on the stovetop.

Her fiancé isn't scheduled to return until tomorrow. In the meantime, she's invited a few friends for this dinner, informing them to bring over plastic bags big enough to take away leftover limbs and carcass for themselves.

They're just as excited as she, knowing she's a newbie; they became even more excited and encouraging once it's revealed who her latest target had been.

They're just as bloodthirsty as she, and who the meal is tonight makes it just all so much more delicious.

Looking to her clock, she realizes her guests should be knocking on her door in the next 20 minutes or so. So, she goes to get dressed.

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i-lovethatforme · 1 year

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prompt mayhe pre relationship spideychelle? I miss them

pre rela unhinged petermj at your service xxxxxxxxxx

Peter feels his cheeks heat up as his phone slips through his fingers for the third time in ten minutes. It wouldn’t really be a big deal if Aunt May was still unaware he had the ability to stick to almost anything but as his luck would have it, she found him on the ceiling three weeks ago and hasn’t stopped asking him about it since.

So she knows just as well as Peter, that he should be able to hold his phone in his hands.

She also knows just as well as Peter that the reason he can’t hold onto it for the life of him is that he’s trying to text MJ.

May probably doesn't know Peter just wants to be able to call her MJ in real life and not just in his head. And he just wants to be able to sit closer to her at lunch. And maybe have a conversation with her that isn't just asking if she heard the date the chemistry homework was due in. (Peter had already written it in his diary, something Michelle pointed out to him with a stern, unreasonably beautiful look.)

"Sweetie," May laughs, not for the first time this evening. "Just ask her out."

"Ask her out?!" Peter replies, almost sticking to the wall with shock. "She doesn't even know my name, May! She only ever calls me ‘Parker’ and not in an affectionate way because she's so far out of my league that I'm surprised she even looks my way at all! She's three whole centimetres taller than me even though I had that growth spurt with the -"

"I know, the thwip thwip," May says, wiggling her eyebrows as she mocks him with a twist of her wrists as though she's sending out a web. It's entirely rude and she would have missed the landing unless she wanted the web to hit the ceiling fan but if he has any hope of ever speaking to Michelle, he needs May's help. She knows what it's like to be the one a hopeless guy falls for.

"You're so mean," he grumbles, spinning his phone between his fingers again. He frees up at least 3% of his brain power to concentrate on keeping hold of his phone. The other 97% is, as always, thinking about Michelle.

"But honestly May, I can't just ask her out. Today, today I tried to sit near her at lunch and she slammed her notebook shut and frowned at me the second I hovered near the table. I think she was working on the chemistry homework already because she's brilliant and I watched her fingers move in little sweeping motions so I knew she was writing formulas and - oh my god, am I a stalker?!"

May throws her head back in laughter which makes Peter feel a little better because if he was a stalker she'd have called the police on him already. And she doesn't even like the police.

But it's too late, he's pacing in front of where May is shoddily chopping onions as he tries to retrace all the times he's looked at her today.

There was the time In the cafeteria but she wasn't looking back at him so she probably didn't see him at all so that doesn’t even count. Besides, her face was in a book and her heart was racing a little too fast for his liking, but she's fantastic and was probably just reading a horror book during lunch though he did look out for any active threats.

There was the time she stepped off the bus this morning and her cheeks were pink and so pretty and honestly, he can't remember anything else about that encounter at all.

There was the time in English when he watched her doodle in her notebook instead of writing down the assignment but he knows there was a good chance she already finished reading the assigned book in like third grade or something. She spun to look at something and caught his eye and he almost head-butted the table with how fast he turned away which is a shame because one, it makes him look like a big dork and two, she had a braid in her hair and it’s his favourite favourite, when she had a braid in her hair.

Then there was the time he saw her on the way home from school which is maybe the most stalker-ish one but he just won't even tell May about it. Besides, it was dark and he won’t apologise for making sure she got to her house safely. Well, he won’t have to apologise because even though she did look up at the lamppost and see him once, she doesn’t know he’s behind the mask so it doesn’t even count.

"Peter, it's just a crush."

"It's love, May," he whines, his heart somewhere in his throat.

"Okay, Mr I've spoken ten words to Michelle Jones, it's love. But you'll only know if she loves you back if you ask her out."

"I've spoken to her more than that," he mumbles, then more clearly, "she's just so cool, May!"

"You're pretty cool too, honey," she smiles, motioning with her knife haphazardly at his suit.

"It's spandex!" he cries. "MJ pushed a senior last week because he was rude to the new kid, she went to two different protests last weekend (he did too but in the aforementioned spandex) and she has a leather jacket! And I'm wearing Spandex!"

Peter huffs as he barely hears the sirens go past on the street over the sound of May cackling. He slips his phone into his suit, he’ll just ask a random criminal, or a cat, depending on how his evening goes, how to talk to MJ. He kisses May on the cheek, grabs a slice of bread for the swing and tries not to throw himself out the window as he thinks that maybe MJ is just too cool for him.

—

MJ has spent the past three minutes screaming into her pillow because she’s the dumbest person alive and she’s also the smartest person she knows so she knows she’s correct in saying she’s the dumbest person alive.

Peter was so close to seeing her sketching him at lunch because she was too caught up in making sure she got his curls correct that she didn’t notice him standing there before it was too late and she just knows he’s polite enough to be kind about it and not call her a stalker in front of the entire school but then she’d have to leave town and probably live in England or something and who wants that when all she really wants to do right now is get the sketch back out so she can find the right watercolour for the blush on his cheeks.

“Shelly,” her mum laughs and honestly has she ever not been the rudest person in the world?

“Muuuum,” she grumbles, refusing to come out from under her pillow.

“What did Peter do now?”

Okay and listen. MJ lets her mum get away with most things like calling her Shelley even though that’s not her name and borrowing her jumpers even though he gives them back with cookie dust on the sleeves and she lets her in her room even though there’s a sign on the door that says no entry because she’s hilarious.

But clearly, she’s given away too much information and her mum must be reined in.

So she moves to sit with her back against the headboard, clears her throat and smooths out her hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh please,” her mum laughs again, throwing a cushion at her. “You forget I was there for Peter Gate take one, two, three, four -”

“Muuuum, stooop,” MJ groans but she can’t be too mad because she has been itching to tell someone about today. She sighs and her mum capitalises on her moment of weakness.

“Tell me everything,” her mum squeals, crossing her legs and getting comfier on MJ's bed. She’s so annoying but in an unreasonably not annoying way. It’s infuriating.

“He asked me -”

“Wait! What was he wearing?”

“You’re so -” MJ laughs, crossing her legs so she’s opposite her mum. “Okay, he had on the blue sweatshirt -”

“You love that sweatshirt.”

“Shhhh,” MJ replies, covering her face with her hands. “Anyway, he asked me when the chemistry assignment was due in but he already had the chemistry date written in his diary because I saw him write it when I was drawing him and no I don’t want you to comment on it and no you can’t see it.”

Her mum gasps which is a little dramatic if you ask MJ because she shows her mum most of her drawings eventually anyway. But that’s not what her mum comments on.

“So he asked you just for a reason to talk to you?”

MJ’s heart thumps in her chest and she desperately tries to pull her lip between her teeth to stop from smiling but it doesn’t work and she wasn’t really expecting it to because she tells her mum everything. But she’s nervous because she’s never said out loud that maybe there’s a tiny piece of Peter that finds her interesting, or strange, or maybe weird if she’s honest but she doesn’t care. Not really.

He’s way out of her league anyway, not that she cares about that or even thinks leagues are a reasonable way to think about people.

But it doesn’t stop her from thinking about the way he watched her walk off the bus earlier and then stumbled over his own feet. It doesn’t stop her from replaying the way he almost snapped his stupid pretty neck when she turned to look at him in English class. It doesn’t stop her from reliving the way his eyes traced her outline from across the cafeteria and how she had to reread the same page five times just to get in the information in. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t wonder what it means that he leaps from lamppost to lamppost when she walks the long way home at night in the dark.

“Yeah,” she whispers, picking at a thread in her jeans. “I think he just wanted to talk to me.”

#spideychelle #petermj #jssc prompt #not edited as always and ty!!!!!

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seek--rest · 1 year

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me: the MCU fundamentally fucked up the execution of iconic characters like MJ and Flash and did a huge disservice to Miles by making Ned Leeds a Ganke Lee rip off. This was bad storytelling, with some fundamental and core issues to how these characters were treated— both as legacy Spider-Man characters AND as characters in and of themselves within the franchise, made worse by making them POC and doing jackshit with it

Some racist comic clown who hyperfixates on Shailene Woodley as MJ from TASM: RIGHT

Me:

#seek speaks #petermj #spideychelle #petermjane #I wish the creator of the petermjane tag a very fuck you racist clown #they can edit their bio #they can change their disclaimers #but I know the truth

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darlingmurdock · 1 year

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MJ WATSON

#michelle jones watson #michelle jones #my moodboards #my graphics #edit #petermj #mcu #peter parker #the avengers #spiderman #zendaya #mj watson #spideychelle

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dayas · 2 years

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Tay dropped This Love TV with Spideychelle in mind I KNOW THIS TO BE TRUE

#miss swift told me herself moments before the release #taylor swift #this love tv #spideychelle #k chats #COME ON NOW #when spider-man four drops and the edits come back with mj’s memory THEN WHATTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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fieldsofview · 3 months

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Spider-Man: Homesickness

Rated M | 9/20 Chapters | CW: Graphic Depictions of Violence | Five years after No Way Home (ft. Alt Peter Parker) The week that Peter finally learns to let people in again, despite kicking and screaming the whole way

Read on AO3 here.

CHAPTER 9 TEASER BELOW THE CUT

He peels off his suit and tosses it into the sink, to wash later, and takes his second shower of the day. In the stifling heat of the New York summer, a cool wash of water would be just the thing to bring some clarity to everything. Something to wash away the blood and sweat and ease the burning ache in him. Something to perk him up and spark his mind to action.

He turns the tap to its hottest setting and drowns in the choking steam, coughing up lungfuls of wet, ash-ridden mucus and devoutly promising that the water dripping across his face is not salty.

Chi troppo vuole nulla stringe.

He knew better.

His web of lies is catching up to him. Spinning away from one sends him careening to another.

He has no one to lie to now but himself.

He stitches his suit up, clean and ready for a new day.

He does not stitch himself up, instead letting his wounds ooze, untouched.

He deconstructs the nano-bots from his suit, deprogramming them and leaving them in a pile to use for Miles.

He does not deconstruct the thoughts tangled in the back of his mind.

He cuts apart an older suit, shrinking it to a smaller size and reinforcing the spots that are most likely to tear.

He cuts apart his desires into confetti so small he can no longer tell one piece apart from the next, turning them into paper mache and pasting them together in a wall against the world.

The light from his window shifts from the deep, endless indigo of midnight to the watercolor hues of the early morning, and eventually settles into another bright celeste sky, without a single cloud to mar it.

He’d like to say that he ignores his phone, that he put the night behind him, never to return.

He can’t.

He checks the messages over and over again, rolling them over his tongue and ghosting his fingers over the keys, but never responding.

He can’t.

He wants to set it down, to lock it away, to forget.

He can’t.

He throws his phone at the wall, hard, but shoots a web out to catch it almost the same moment it leaves his hand. He can’t afford a new one, no matter how cathartic it might be.

At some point later - somehow simultaneously a blink and a lifetime - when he’s elbow-deep in the new code for the nano-bots, his phone chimes again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. He almost ignores it, but in the end, he can’t.

It’s Miles. The messages leave a ghost of a smile in his heart that doesn’t quite reach his face, and he simply replies: Glad you’re safe, kid.

It reminds him that he should probably get a new earpiece to add to Miles’ suit, on top of everything else. The kid will need a way to call him hands-free if there’s an emergency, and he can program it with a few extra features he doesn’t bother with having integrated into his own.

He’s going to need more money for that, which means he’s going to need photos to sell to JJ, which means he needs to go out and take photos.

And so he does.

He swings.

#Spider-Man: Homesickness #spiderman fic #spiderman #peter parker #mcu fic #mcu #post no way home #spiderman: no way home #marvel fic #spideychelle #god I can't believe this chapter is finally here #I remember writing the rough draft months ago and literally breaking my own heart in the process #coming back to it to edit this week was tough #but a good kind of cathartic pain #you know?

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petermj-week · 2 months

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The prompts are in!

special thanks to @missamyshay for creating the graphic!

Remember:

Originally spideychelle week, now rebranded!

Rebrand includes expansion; while works primarily focused on the MCU iteration of Peter and MJ are expected, other iterations / versions also welcome

WITH EXCEPTIONS: expansion is not erasure. Don’t be a racist fuck about MCU MJ. She is the MJ of the MCU. If you include a white MJ into the MCU version of Peter, you will be banned.

Create any kind of fan work for the prompt of each respective day

Fan work includes but is not limited to fic, fan art, video edits, moodboards, etc.

100 Days till PeterMJ Week

See you then!

#petermj #spideychelle #petermjane #peter parker #mj watson #petermjweek #petermjweek 2024

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monthly-challenge · 2 months

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Februfluff2024 Gifset Masterlist

Beneath the cut, you will find the complete list of the Gifsets that were submitted for the February challenge. Thank you to everyone who participated. You are all amazing and I hope to see you participate in the next challenge…Magical March

@aintinacage

Day One: First Kiss (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez)

Day Two: Long Walks (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Dune AU)

Day Three: Banter (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Men in Black AU)

Day Four: Fixing Something (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Domestic AU)

Day Five: Holding Hands While Dancing (Zac Efron)

Day Six: Sharing Food (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Domestic AU)

Day Seven: Acts of Devotion (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Domestic AU)

Day Eight: Taking a Nap (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Domestic AU)

Day Nine: Moral Support (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Ten: Night Out (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Domestic AU)

Day Eleven: Bear Hugs (Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez)

Day Twelve: Compliments (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Celebrity AU)

Day Thirteen: Begging (Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez)

Day Fourteen: “I Love You” (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Fifteen: Dancing (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez)

Day Sixteen: Caretaking (Rewrite the Stars edit)

Day Seventeen: Confession (Phillip Carlyle and Anne Wheeler)

Day Nineteen: Singing (Troy Bolton and Grabriella Montez/Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Twenty: Party (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle Au)

Day Twenty One: Goodbyes (Troy and Gabriella)

Day Twenty Two: Hands (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle/Troy Bolton and Grabriella Montez)

Day Twenty Three: Staring (Zac Efron)

Day Twenty Four: Ask Out (High School Musical Parody)

Day Twenty Five: Meet Parents (High School Musical/KC Undercover)

Day Twenty Six: Gifts (PT Barnum and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Twenty Seven: Stuck Together (High School Musical)

Day Twenty Eight: Forehead Touch (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Twenty Nine: Free Day! (Phillip Carlyle)

@trapezequeen

Day One: First Kiss (Zendaya Kisses)

Day Two: Long Walks (Peter Parker and MJ)

Day Three: Banter (KC Cooper and Ernie Cooper)

Day Four: Fixing Something (Peter Parker and MJ)

Day Five: Holding Hands (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Six: Sharing Food (KC Cooper and Darien)

Day Seven: Acts of Devotion (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Eight: Taking a Nap (Zendaya)

Day Nine: Moral Support (Peter Parker and MJ)

Day Ten: Night Out (Dates with Zendaya)

Day Eleven: Bear Hugs (Zendaya Hugs)

Day Twelve: Compliments (Tomdaya and Spideychelle)

Day Thirteen: Begging (KC Undercover)

Day Fourteen: "I Love You" (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Fifteen: Dancing (Zendaya Dancing)

Day Sixteen: Caretaking (Peter Parker and MJ edit)

Day Seventeen: Confession (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Eighteen: Awkward/Cute (KC Cooper and Darien)

Day Nineteen: Singing (Zendaya/Neverland edit)

Day Twenty: Party (Peter Parker, MJ, and Ned Leeds)

Day Twenty One: Goodbyes (Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle)

Day Twenty Two: Hands (Zendaya)

Day Twenty Three: Staring (Phillip Carlyle and Anne Wheeler)

Day Twenty Four: Ask Out (KC Cooper)

Day Twenty Five: Meet Parents (Peter Parker and MJ)

Day Twenty Six: Gift“ed” (Zendaya)

Day Twenty Seven: Stuck Together (KC Cooper and Darien)

Day Twenty Eight: Forehead Touch (Zendaya forehead touches)

Day Twenty Nine: Free Day! (Zendaya Edit)

@accidental-spice

Day One: First Kiss (Different Fandoms)

Day Eleven: Bear Hugs (The Dragon Prince)

Day Fourteen: I Love You (Lucy Chen and Tim Bradford)

Day Fifteen: Dancing (Different Fandoms)

Day Twelve: Compliments (Lucy Chen and Tim Bradford)

Day Twenty Two: Hands (Lucy Chen and Tim Bradford)

Day Twenty Six: Gifts (Lucy Chen and Tim Bradford)

Day Twenty Seven: Stuck Together (Lucy Chen and Tim Bradford)

Day Twenty Nine: Free Day (Lucy Chen and Tim Bradford)

#februfluff2024 #gifset Masterlist #gifset #gif prompts #prompts #monthly challenge

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kiekiecarrera · 2 years

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Finally got my shit together long enough to make another Creators’ Appreciation post :’)

I’m constantly picking my jaw off the floor bc of all the amazing talent on this site, so here’s a few edits I fell in love with recently 💛

Feel free to tag me in any fandom you see me reblog/like, I track #userreina

Obx blue and gold set by @aimeegbbs

Jiara s2 soundtrack by @lydiaas

JJ + f. scott fitzgerald by @lydiaas

Obx characters: a summary by @lydiaas

Obx relationships according to the tags by @lydiaas

Jiara heat waves fanart by @goingfullpogue

Jiara I don’t want to lose your love fanart by @goingfullpogue

Obx improv by @jjmaybanks

Obx + 2x03 by @jjmaybanks

Jiara fanart by @yucasl0ve

Kiara carrera set by @obxhub

Lumax in s4 by @comfortblr

Max mayfield + black, red, white by @sith-maul

St running up that hill set by @yenvengerberg

Klaus in green and pink by @seance

Shadow and bone female led set by @addycarver

Fexi + ao3 tags by @aimeegbbs

Cassie and Lexi set by @aimeegbbs

Fexi playlist by @twerkforambrose

Fexi back to the old house by @twerkforambrose

Euphoria gossip girl au by @twerkforambrose

Fexi playlist by @selinakyls

Fexi (taylor’s version) by @erinchristmaselvis

Fezco set by @erinchristmaselvis

Fexi + cardigan by @erinchristmaselvis

Fexi begin again by @littlesgreys

Jules + purple by @forbescaroline

Fezco set by @rudypankow

Euphoria s1 set by @brooksdavis

Jules vaughn set by @television

Maddy perez set by @ashleysolsen

Derry girls colors set by @nicknellsons

Derry girls erin set by @usergamora

Thg + greek words of love by @orla-mcool

Spiderman no way home set by @wandasviz

Spideychelle set by @onlyhereforangst

Amy santiago set by @daptainholt

Jake peralta set by @jakeyp

Succession + love by @kimjunmyonie

#creatorsappreciation #creatorsnetwork #ca4 #<3

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hotidiotsummer · 2 years

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What’s up, sluts! It’s the most wonderful time of year again! That’s right! Hot Girl Summer of 2022 is here. You know the drill. Once again utilizing thorough research strategies such as excluding any tag that did not directly involve Peter and MJ, and scrolling very quickly on each page, we found that this year, there are 313 explicit fics. That’s 116 more than last year! Great work everyone! Round of applause! Pat yourselves on the back. You’ve earned it, champ.

(Note: while we are aware of the existence of fics with the M rating that contain some smut, our research exclusively focuses on fics that are rated E).

Still, we feel as though there can be even more.

And once again, we present our solution:

HOT IDIOT SUMMER 2022

The collection of Spideychelle works centered around thotty activities is back, babey! Just like last year, it will be open from June 1st to August 31st.

Housekeeping Items:

No prompts. Only vibes.

There will be no dedicated prompts or days. Write whatever you want, whenever you want!

If you need some inspiration, here are a few lists that can help!

100 Smut Dialogue Prompts

Smut Prompt List

Kink Prompt List

Smutty Prompts

Sentence Starts. Flirty/Suggestive/NS*W Edition

Starting June 1st (yes, we know that’s not the first day of Summer, but Hot Girl Summer isn’t about when you start) post on Tumblr and/or to the collection on AO3.

Make sure to tag us so that we can reblog your work!

We know that there are other events this summer. Explicit works you make for those can be added to our collection!

So what exactly can we do?

Lots! Writing (drabbles, blurbs, three sentence fics, full-blown 100k slow-burn friends to lovers if that’s your vibe, etc.) and art on any medium (moodboards, sketches, digital art, animation, etc., as long as it follows our guidelines).

Any Rules?

Non-con/dub-con are strictly prohibited.

NO RACISM, SEXISM, HOMOPHOBIA, PEDOPHILIA, OR AGE-INAPPROPRIATE SHIPS

If there are any issues that you see, don’t hesitate to communicate with us!

REMEMBER: Tags are very important.

Not everyone has the same interests and experiences. Please include necessary trigger warnings.

We reserve the right to deny any creations that we feel can cause harm.

If there is any question as to whether or not you should tag something, feel free to reach out, but the safest bet is to just tag it.

This is a strictly Spideychelle collection, however threesomes (lol) and more are more than welcome as long as they follow the rules above.

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In further research, we hope this resolution increases our data for the Spideychelle tag. Thank you for your time.

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zosankitten · 1 year

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Welcome! ☽|✘

☽|✘ main fandoms : one piece - fire force - gintama - my hero academia - mania - gachiakuta - digimon - saiyuki - card captor sakura - daiya no ace - hirano to kagiura - owari no seraph - haikyu - given - naruto - 19 Days - on or off - free - hetalia - idolish7 - slam dunk.

☽ LIKE!! animanga, web comics/webtoon (mostly GL/BL), animated movie/series, winter, books, edit.

☽|✘ comfort couple: zosan, cobylu, kidlaw, kidlawlu, frobin, doflacroc, acesabo, akataka, bartodish, lawsan, sanuso, lobin, kikuxyamato, shanksxbugg, shinarthur, benimaruxkonro, bakudeku, todobaku, kiribaku, miritama, tododeku, bokuaka, iwaoi, kagehina, atsuhina, sakuatsu, kuroken, sasakixmiyano, hiranoxkagiura, spamano, usuk, prucan, lietpol, aokise, gureshin, mikayuu, haruiko, taito, sourin, hiyoiku, otayuri, momoxyuki, sogoxtamaki, stony, wandavision, spideychelle, petermj, spideypool, winterwidow

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— please read my carrd.⚠️

• heavy rt and not spoiler free!!

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vaguekiwi · 1 year

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Tagged by @peterrparrkerr

1. Three ships? Starker, Parksborn, Spiderio (edit: I kinda wanna put Spideychelle as the third one, but Spideychelle and Spiderio are both so good in very different ways so 🤷‍♀️)

2. First ever ship? Zutara (Avatar The Last Airbender), Specialshipping (Pokémon), or Zelink (Legend of Zelda). First Marvel ship was probably Stucky / Clintasha.

3. Last song? Prior Warning by Marcus Mumford.

4. Last movie? Recently rewatched Tick, Tick... Boom. Most recent new movie would be Roald Dahl's Matilda the Musical.

5. Currently reading? Gentle Ben by Walt Morey and Quantum Girl Theory by Erin Kate Ryan

6. Currently watching? Rewatching Daredevil. Newly working through Abbott Elementary.

7. Currently consuming? Coffee and leftover Christmas chocolates

8. Currently craving? More time

Tagging: @professional-benaddict @sinditia @lemonpeter and anyone else who wants to fill out :)

#grace talks #basil is not an absol #tag game

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i-lovethatforme · 2 years

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I listened to a song once--can't remember the title sorry--about roommates that fake date to get a discount at a Chinese restaurant. They go out of their way to walk by the street together so they have to hold hands. When they want to order in, they realize their apartment needs proof of them as a couple. So they spend days doing couple things and taking pictures to put around the apartment. They're so in love it hurts, but both just use this restaurant as an excuse to pretend.

It's a banger of a song. Can you write a fic about it?

ofc anything you for you my brain twin pally. hold all criticisms bc my sick brain refused to edit as i deserve!!!! slightly long drabble for you as is my brand. goodbyegodbless etc xxxxxxx

This is the best idea Ned has ever had and last semester he successfully helped Peter escape a crime lord using the map and movements from a Spider-Man game prototype he has on his laptop.

But this. This is his best creation. Because not only will he get his two best friends together after helplessly pining over each other for years.

He also gets cheap Chinese food.

“What do you mean?” Peter asks, his brows furrowed as he struggles to peel an orange. Ned is convinced Peter has taught himself how to squirt juice in his eye instead of peeling the fruit like a normal person because MJ will always help him. And she’ll tut and take the orange from his hand with an eye roll, but her fingertips always linger against his cheek when she wipes the juice away. So Peter will be an idiot, if only for her.

Well, Ned has seen him swing into a billboard a few times, so maybe he’s just a bit of an idiot anyway.

“Yeah,” MJ pipes in, snatching the orange from Peter’s hand in a way that would probably dislocate a smaller person’s wrist, but Peter just looks at her fondly. “Why would we get a discount because we’re like, uhm a couple or whatever?”

MJ blushes whenever she talks about being in a relationship with Peter which isn’t often at all considering it’s definitely all she thinks about, but whenever it slips out, Ned thinks he could warm his palms on her cheeks. He won’t - obviously, he’s not ready to die right now. But he does think about how adorable it is that she thinks noone can see if it’s anything other than a bright sunny day. As if Peter doesn’t have countless photos of her on his phone that would prove her theory incorrect.

“Because that’s the discount?” Ned says, shrugging his shoulders.

MJ looks at Peter with her lips pouted to see what he’s thinking - to see if he’ll agree to fake dating her before she can dare to make it known that that would be something she would be okay with. As if Ned isn’t right here, having already seen her Mrs Michelle Parker doodles all over the English book during high school.

Peter is already looking at her, because of course, he is. He doesn’t immediately answer her, nor does he really acknowledge that she’s spoken. He just looks at her as he always does, a little dopey and a lot in love.

“Dork,” she mutters, knocking into his side where she’s standing next to his bar stool.

“Wh - sorry, what?” Peter asks, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back. He takes the orange back from her with his free hand.

“Wanna date for cheap Chinese food?” MJ asks and you’d think with Peter’s super hearing and whatever else he likes to brag about with MJ is in earshot, he’d be able to hear the longing in her voice.

“Like, uhm, pretend, obviously,” she continues when he pulls her a tad closer and Ned has no powers but he hears Peter’s heart thud to the ground anyway.

“Yeah,” he coughs. “Still weird that’s a discount but I know you love rice noodles and I haven’t been able to get the recipe right yet.”

Sure - it’s a little strange and yes Ned did have to talk to the owner into it but he promised that it would only be a week or so tops and that yes, he would give the owner May’s number.

He’s kept that information from Peter.

And MJ.

Maybe when they end up arguing between themselves about who will have Ned on their side of the wedding party - he’ll tell them then. Maybe.

But then Peter places an orange segment against MJ’s lips, pulling it back when she goes to bite it and Ned fears that maybe he won’t get as much cheap food as he thought. With the way MJ leans into him and the way Peter looks at her. Ned might have to start spreading rumours to get this deal for longer.

“Loser,” MJ smiles with Peter’s fingers against her lips and well. Maybe Ned doesn’t mind if it’s over all that soon.

—

Ned owes the Chinese takeaway a fortune at this point. And probably an actual face-to-face meeting with May if this plan takes any longer to sort itself out.

So far they’ve bought their body weight in noodles and they have enough chopsticks to build a fort if they really wanted to. Peter and MJ have shared more than three whole kisses because Ned is nothing short of a genius and yet - they still sleep in separate rooms. Well. Sometimes they fall asleep together on the couch because they’re ridiculous and MJ likes to check Peter is safe when he stumbles in at four am and Peter likes to be wherever MJ is.

But the daily handholds as they walk past a closed Chinese takeaway, in case the owner sees them not holding hands and immediately figures out this is a whole ruse, of course, are not enough to shove them into a relationship.

Ned thought it would be easier than this. They already cook together (before the aforementioned couples discount which Ned is regretting more as the days pass). Peter makes MJ’s coffee in the morning. MJ leaves a note with Peter’s lunch every day. Peter comes home with flowers for MJ on Thursdays because she doesn’t like Thursdays and MJ runs Peter a bubble bath after a long mission.

Oh. And they’re in love with each other.

But apparently, that doesn’t matter.

But it’s fine. It’ll work itself out. They’ve only been dancing around each other for the better part of six years but they’re both finally single. Ned does not need to get involved any further.

—

Okay, so it turns out that despite Ned’s best intentions, his plan will not work unless he gets involved further. And he promised that he wouldn’t. Well. He promised himself he wouldn’t get involved because once in tenth grade he tried to help MJ ask Peter out and he still has the scar on the back of his hand where she hit him with a book.

So, he’s vowed not to get involved again. Sure he created the couples discount at the Chinese down the block, but truly, he just wanted some chow mein and Betty was out of the city. But that was weeks ago. And he’s tired of watching Peter’s heart crack open every time MJ drops his hand when they return to their apartment. As if he wasn’t aware that she’d do anything he asked. As if it isn’t painfully obvious to everyone bar the two smartest people that Ned knows - that they’re it for each other.

Honestly, Ned wasn’t expecting Peter and MJ to be so woefully dense that he’d be sick of eating fried rice. But as he throws his container in the bin - his stomach crying out for a vegetable - he decides it’s time to fix it for them.

Because frankly, if Ned has to watch Peter run down the stairs quickly, just so he can reach the ground floor and officially be in MJ’s fake boyfriend territory, one more time, he’s going to snap. Especially when neither he nor MJ can run as fast as Peter can lest they snap an ankle on sight - so, he just has to watch MJ fidget and fix her hair while they walk five floors down.

It’s after Ned gets blisters because MJ and Peter decided to walk the long way home in the middle of summer ‘because it’s a nice night’ and not because if they walked that way they could hold hands and pretend to be together for a hundred metres of pavement - that he decided he needed a new plan. And fast.

—

It’s a frighteningly short amount of time before both Peter and MJ agree to another Chinese takeout. Anyone would think they like being a couple more than they like a healthy bank account.

“I can pick it up,” Ned says, not even bothering to move from the armchair because he knows Peter and MJ will offer to go and get it.

“No!” Peter says, running into the front room, almost taking MJ out in his haste.

“Easy, Tiger,” she warns, her hands against his stomach as if he needs her twig-like arms to keep himself from falling to the ground.

“Thanks, Em,” he whispers and Ned rolls his eyes so hard they hurt. God, they’re oblivious and they’re putting him off the food he doesn’t really want anyway. But he needs them to at least bring the food back so he can throw his handmade fortune cookies in the bag. It’s a last-ditch attempt honestly, if they ignore the signs from the universe, well, Ned will just watch them pretend to be happy for the other when they inevitably get with someone else.

Probably.

Or he’ll try something else that will take a considerable amount of planning and convincing May that it’s just one more date. Or, he’ll just curse them for the rest of their days. Whichever is easier for him at the time.

Ned watches MJ link her fingers with Peter’s before he’s even finished putting his shoes on but Peter does respond by pulling her a little closer and pressing his lips to her forehead. When they’re like this, Ned doesn’t mind the apology texts to the takeout place and he doesn’t mind the way he has to listen to Peter complain about some guy hitting on MJ at her work summer party. (As if she didn’t only tell that story for a second time when Peter was around because he was supposed to be there with her - and he had to go and be a hero. As if MJ thinks she’s sly enough to make out that she’s only telling the story so Peter knows she’s annoyed he left her there. As if MJ wouldn’t cover for Peter in any given situation and the only reason she’s bringing it up is to let Peter know other people are interested in her - but she’s not interested in them.) But MJ has been doing the same thing since they were thirteen. But for the first few years - Peter wasn’t interested in her either. At least not in the heartbreaking way he is now.

So when they seem like maybe, just maybe, they’re both just going to confess in the middle of the living room - Ned’s heart grows eight sizes. But then MJ pushes her hair behind her ear and Peter looks at her a little too closely and it startles her. And suddenly, they both realise how close they are and Ned is transported back to the day they had to kiss for photographic proof that they were a couple. Something about an employee coming to deliver food and not being able to see photographic evidence which honestly, was Ned’s worst cover to get them to kiss but they were both so desperate to do it they didn’t call him out on it.

But the memories of Peter’s breathy moan long after Ned had put the camera down and the way MJ practically climbed into Peter’s lap after what was supposed to be a quick peck, haunt Ned to this day.

And he doesn’t want to be witness to that again. Not if he has to sit with the awkwardness afterwards when they both don’t just admit they’re halfway married already.

“Er, the food?”

“Right,” MJ says, not at all moving away from Peter.

“Sure,” Peter replies, moving backwards just so he doesn’t need to stop looking at MJ. “Be right back.”

Ned knows he’s lying. They’ll be twenty minutes longer than they need to be because neither of them wants to give up living in their fantasy world. But it’s fine. Ned is barely hungry anyway. He only needs to sneak these fortune cookies into the bag with eagle-eyed Peter seeing.

—

It’s not a difficult task because Peter spends the entire time they’re eating staring at MJ and Ned may as well be bursting into flames for all anyone cares.

They would care. That’s the only reason Ned is going to so much trouble to make them happy. Because sure, they’re happy right now. Content even, to be around each other. To enjoy each other's company without the need to stake a claim. They’d both be happy enough to just be this - to never get any closer and to love each other from afar. Because they love each other enough to live just on the outside - if that’s what the other wants.

But Ned is over it. Ned isn’t nervous that they’ll ruin their friendship because he’s not sure anything ever could. Not Peter flinging himself in danger every three seconds. Not the blip. Not whatever might come next.

It’s Peter and MJ forever and always because that’s always what it has been. That’s always what it was going to be.

“Oh,” Ned says without any fanfare lest he sends either of them into a panic because they forgot he was here. “There are fortune cookies.”

He tosses them at Peter who lets MJ pick hers first. It doesn’t matter, obviously, they say the same thing.

“Shouldn’t they be sealed?” MJ asks.

“I opened them, sorry,” Ned replies not at all sorry because, at this point, he’s just about to confess for the both of them.

Ned hears MJ’s sharp intake of breath first even though he knows Peter read his fortune before her. Because despite it all, when it comes to MJ, Peter is nothing if not careful.

“What does it say?” Peter asks, and Ned can see his fingers trembling from here and he starts to feel a little queasy that Peter is the one that swings him home late at night when he can barely keep a piece of paper in his hands.

“Uhm,” MJ starts as Ned gets up to leave. He built the scenario but MJ and Peter have been working towards this since the first day they met each other. So Ned wants them to figure it out alone, even if he did shove them together just a little.

He just hopes this is enough but as he eases his bedroom door shut, he hears MJ stuttering over nothing and he’s not sure it will be.

But then -

“I’m in love with you.”

“What?”

“I’m so in love with you. I always have been and -”

“That’s what your fortune says?”

“What? Oh, uhm, no,” Peter laughs, definitely running his hand through his hair. “It erm says -”

“I don’t care.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” MJ laughs. “I’m in love with you too. That’s all I care about.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, loser.”

There’s a clattering of plates and probably things thrown on the ground and Ned assumes the fortune cookies have been lost but it’s alright. He doesn’t mind. Well, not that much anyway.

“Arseholes,” Ned curses with a smile.

#spideychelle #so serious i did not edit this #do not at me about it #good DAY #ask

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