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izu

i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door

milk-bat

move over peter its my turn next

deadclawshc

he’s so cutie

amageish

From Avengers Academy (2024) #46. Written by Anthony Oliveira. Art by Pablo Collar and K.J. Diaz.

Avengers Academy routinely shocks me with what it is able to do on-panel and this objectively isn't as bold as the politics or its fairly obviously closeted Carol, but I am still shocked by it.

Good... for... Jack O Lantern???

(The twist of this issue is also very good - I won't spoil it. Go read the issue.)

smoky-moka

Do you have any designs in mind for any other people in ur Spideypool au? Like anyone else in Peter’s life, I’d love to see how you draw Aunt May if she’s still kicking it 🫶

atomikats

calmest peter parker evening (he dealt with everything before this dw)

noodles-and-tea

My two babygirl princesses <3

npc-dude-art

There’s no way they made this happen accidentally. Rivals I’m ONTO YOU.

prkrknr

what's your favorite parkner fanfic?

i am so sorry for answering this so late, i've had this side blog kind of abandoned 😭

i have plenty of favorite parkner fics tbh, but the series to build a family by @thompsborn is probably my absolute favorite. i honestly can't explain how much this fic means to me and how much i love it. ari is such a talented writer! this one and all of her works are incredible and so well written.

prkrknr

peter: people who sleep with their phone on silent or DND really don't give a fuck about anybody.

harley: look, if you decide you have a problem after midnight, that's between you and god.

peter:

tony:

tony: how do people put their phones on dungeons and dragons?

volantium

circles around the sun

i have risen from the grave to write peter’s pov of the first prize bravery ‘verse 😌 read it here on ao3

Someone, years later, in an interview for a magazine Peter doesn’t remember the name of but was definitely more interested in their love life than their contribution to science, asked him why Harley.

“Why Harley for what?” Peter had asked, confused.

“Anything, everything,” the journalist had replied, and the suddenness of it had struck Peter, he remembers that much, the way they’d lent forward, eager for an answer. “He’s your work partner as well as your life partner. There must be something about him.”

He’d snorted, because there was definitely something about Harley, that’s for sure.

“Harley’s, well,” Peter took a moment, to gather his thoughts, failed at figuring out how to put into words that his whole world existed for some six-foot-three menace from Tennessee. “He’s Harley,” he’d said in the end, not at all to the point but clear all the same.

And that was explanation enough, really, when Peter thinks about it.