#halfxspider

[eideticspider]

@halfxspider didn't ask for this but i did it anyway

{✗} Her house didn't smell like a BURNING tire, so she'd consider this evening a success based solely on that. An evening alone with her lover, actually ALONE. Even if he had properly destroyed her cooking. (Which...VALID. But I will never tell him that.) Cindy had thrown her hair back into a ponytail, the window in the living room lit with the setting evening sun, and her iPod hooked in the dock playing music softly in the background.

"Are you ever going to tell me where you LEARNED to cook?" Her question came with a soft kiss pressed to his shoulder, delicately moving around him to set the table with plates. "I mean, isn't a trope for Spider-Man to suck at COOKING?" Hence, her inability to boil water. "How do I even know you can COOK?" She teased, a playful grin on her lips.

[chiromutt]

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This child is staring.

While eating nachos.

With metal flakes on them.

[aslyfcx]

@halfxspider || continued from here

"Look here, I'm not threatened by your words. I've dealt with a lot of bull-headed people, and you, my friend, are awfully being bull-headed." Nick tched with his lips. "I need your help to get me home."

[whomuses]

@halfxspider very loosely plotted! "Hey! You're, um - you're - the guy, right? The important guy?" Peter pulled his mask off, peering towards the shape there. "You're - like me, right?" he added, after a moment. The guy was tall and broad and imposing, all the things that Peter just - couldn't seem to manage to pull off, even with his wings, which now were held tight and strong against his back, a nervous habit. but - "Because, I mean, I'm -" he awkwardly reached up and pulled his lip up just slightly, although it wasn't particularly necessary, because he already had his own fully extended. Only the top two canines extended into long, sharp points, when he was feeling... defensive. The nerves and the desperate need to have someone who understood this part of him that he so hated -

[adventures-written-archive]

@halfxspider || Continued from here.

"Just one of these new juice things I got for Mayday. It definitely has a distinct flavor of chemical. No wonder she doesn't like them..." He was holding up a juice box of sorts. Some sort of off-brand orange flavor.

He offered it out to Miguel, "Wanna try?"

[finncomet]

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"And people wonder why I act the way I do…"

☄️ "Um."

"How do you act?" 🦋

[ordinariums-a]

@halfxspider asked:🩸 peter b mayhaps? pokes my fingers together. ⤷ Send 🩸 to find a wound that my muse was trying to hide

"Hey- hey. Hands to yourself, O'Hara. Jeeze." He dramatically - obviously, that's who he was - pulled his coat back over the smudged blood on his shirt. "I'm good. Come on, don't look at me like that."

[itsybitsyparker]

Peter had swiped another day pass and a muffin from the commissary and was on his way to the holding cells to sneak them to a Doc Connors variant who was having particularly painful-looking glitches.

Maybe it was because it was Doc Connors, and well...in his universe, he TA'd for the man, he had inside jokes with him, and he'd helped him edit his first book. Watching him shrink into himself, wracked by glitches was hard.

He didn't understand why they had day passes here if they couldn't give them out to the people they locked in little bubbles.

He'd just rounded the final corner and then had to skid to a stop to avoid slamming face-first into Miguel's abs. The man scowled down at him and Peter cringed.

"Heeey Miguel, fancy seeing you here. I'm just, taking a stroll..."

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