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More Irondad and spiderson soon but for now go my Deadpool and Spider-man art
Tony: Peter is the kindest Mayan person I know!
Peter: *smiles innocently*
Wade: pfft
Peter still smile: *whispering* say something to him and that knife will go back to your spleen
lokius exorcism for the WIP ask!
"you know what this fandom needs? An exorcism fic."
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"Sigh." *unzips pants*
You caught me 😆 I couldn't get this out of my head so I wrote a thousand words of it last night. Priest Mobius hears there's a demonic possession and is Really Stoked about it, because who wouldn't be? A chance to exorcise a real demon? Hot damn!
Meanwhile God Loki is definitely Not a Demon (right? Or maybe...)
Anyway I don't have much of a plot worked out yet, but some juicy vibes. Also Mobius is a hot daddy priest. Loki will definitely be getting tied to the bed at some point.
Here's a snippet. A wippet, if you will. Please forgive that it's totally unedited.
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The man opens the door, and Mobius immediately knows it must be him. There’s something serpentine about his looks, tall and pale, sharp and slithering. His black hair is slicked back and his black silk shirt clings to his shoulders, but the most telling feature is his eyes. They’re a shining, emerald green, and if the light catches them just right, the pupil of one almost looks like a vertical slit. Mobius doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything so beautiful.
He extends a hand.
“Afternoon! Name’s Mobius.”
The man looks down at the hand, confused, and then his eyes trail up Mobius’s torso, catching for a moment at his collar, before settling on his face.
“...Father.” The word is a simple, dead-end statement of fact, not questioning or inviting conversation.
Mobius waves it aside. “Don’t worry about all that. I never cared for the title, anyway.” His hand is still extended, and the tall man still hasn’t taken it, nor has he opened the door beyond halfway.
He looks out, up and down the street, then back at Mobius. “And you’re here because…?” He’s got that Hugh Grant lilt, with none of the smiling charm.
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I will be reblogging this on @harrowitzer, my non-Spideypool blog, and posting more Lokius there in case anyone wants to follow along.
Spidey has the braincell at all times and is completely done with DP’s shit
My last two brain cells when I got a good flow writing fanfiction
forgot abt this blog but uh
new spider-man movie!!!! [insert screaming so loud it cracks glass]
hozier. that's all. <- guy who is listening to wildflower and barley