#attack peter

[thehauntedrocket]

Hellboy

Art by Attack Peter

[chessboxingstreetwear]

ATTACK PETER

[curatorofthisdigitalmorass]

Invasion of Astro-Monster (1965) - Art by Attack Peter

[graphicpolicy]

Copro Gallery Celebrates Hellboy’s 30th Anniversary with an Art Show Curated by Gary Deocampo

Copro Gallery Celebrates Hellboy’s 30th Anniversary with an Art Show Curated by Gary Deocampo #mikemignola #hellboy

2024 marks the 30th anniversary of one of the most influential independent comic characters in pop culture: Hellboy. Mike Mignola’s iconic character has inspired artists working in every medium for decades. To celebrate Hellboy and Mignola’s legacy, curator Gary Deocampo has assembled a group exhibition with over 40 artists paying tribute to Hellboy with paintings, drawings and sculptures. The…

[mikeshouts]

Creature From The Black Lagoon - Vinyl Designer Figure by Attack Peter - Green Timed Edition Variant

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[crazycatmilo]

We don’t talk enough about how Martin was likely mostly running the institute by himself (cuz Peter probably wasn’t all that helpful, Martin for sure never wants to see a spreadsheet again) while in a depressive episode AND manipulating Peter to make him think he’s on his side. Like holy fuck bro. It pisses me off when people act like he’s dumb because did we listen to the same show??

[fyrebendyr]

spideypool “i can fix him” or poolverine “i can make him worse”

[uhhhj13iguess]

let me in

peter parker x gn! reader drabble

i am a firm believer that peter parker is afraid of bad storms, especially at night. they’re a huge ptsd trigger and give him nightmares and he holds a lot of guilt around it because come on peter, it’s just a storm, you’re literally an avenger

wc: ~450

peter parker is afraid of thunderstorms.

it’s stupid. it’s feels so stupid to be afraid of something so menial compared to the horrors of queens.

but here he is anyway, curled underneath the blanket next to you, panic taking a strong hold over his body as he pleads his lungs to breathe slower, begging with his irrational brain to not wake you up.

peter hated when anyone saw him cry. he hated when he wasn’t the strong person everyone needed him to be.

so to be caught tucked under the blanket in fetal position, sobs racking his chest over some thunder? he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt that sheer amount of shame in his life.

he panicked harder as you joined him under the blanket, your voice soft to not disturb him further.

“peter? honey, what’s wrong?”

he tried desperately to steady his breathing, scrambling to wipe his tears before you could catch sight of his face. he peaked his nose out, head still facing away from you on the pillow.

“nothing, bug. just can’t sleep, go to bed.” he murmured against the comforter.

you started to prod further, but a betrayal of white light flooded the room and peter tensed, his whole body clenched as he rode out the crash of thunder.

your own shoulders loosened, a soft coo escaping your lips as you reached a hand to gently rub his back. he slowly relaxed under the touch, but not without the accompaniment of his overwhelming guilt. he laid there silent for a while, physically cringing each time he tensed with the storm.

“please go back to sleep.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “pete, what?”

“i’m sorry i woke you up. you don’t need to worry about me, really.”

it was rare that peter didn’t immediately open up to you, too stuck in his own head.

you climbed over him, shoving yourself between him and the wall. you grabbed his face between your hands, your gentle touch pulling him back to the present. his watery eyes met yours.

“hey,”

he took a deep breath and flashed a tight smile that didn’t meet the rest of him. “hey,”

“don’t do this alone. let me in.”

there was an immediate shift in his demeanor, a surrender that was all too physical. opening his arms to wrap tightly around your waist, his head buried in your neck as he took a deep breath to steady himself. gently, you guided him with your own and matched soft circles rhythmically on peter’s back. the room was filled with whispered sweet nothings until he was sound asleep again in your arms.

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[wispexists]

Watching Black Friday in 2020 after rewatching tgwdlm: oh wow is that the hot chocolate guy at the end? What a neat callback

Watching Black Friday now: FUCK FUCK FUCK THAT WAS PETE. THAT WAS PETE AT THE END. HE FUCKING DIED WITH EVERYONE ELSE. FUCK FUUUCK. THEY FUCKING KILLED HIM. HIS LAST MOMENTS BEFORE DYING WERE SPENT WITH HIS BROTHER. WHAT THE HELL MAN.

[ichor-emia]

people misinterpret the titans tower incident a lot. jason never hated tim. he hated robin. jason also never intended to kill tim, just to beat him up enough to scare bruce. it wasn't the pit rage that made him so angry, it was talia manipulating him into thinking bruce didn't mourn him, and that he willingly chose the next robin. yes, he was upset that bruce 'replaced' him, but he was truly angry about the fact that the legacy continued. jason was angry that bruce kept putting children on the front lines, directly endangering them. he felt that bruce had learned nothing from his untimely demise. his motive wasn't to teach tim a lesson for putting on jason's colors, it was to finally convince bruce to stop involving children in his war on crime. if jason's death meant anything, he wanted it to be warning sign against child heros.

[ttroubledwaters]

"but peter was a death eater!" ur favorite character is regulus black.

[ccccatttta]

[ONGOING]

࣪ ִֶָ☾. jegulus socmed au where james wants to get his college papers done. regulus just wants him.

barty tries to help but he doesn't consider the woes of technology and regulus' dry personality.

good thing james might want regulus just as much.

heyy

[part 01 ; part 02 ; part 03 ; part 04 ; part 05 ; part 06 ; part 07 ; part 08 ; part 09 ; part 10 ; part 11 ; part 12 ; part 13 ; part 14 ;

[theshadowrealmitself]

“What the fuck, Mr. Osborn?!”

Norman had stood there, frozen, hand still curled into a fist. Curled up on the ground by his feet holding a bloody nose was his son’s best friend.

His son’s kind, nerdy, weak best friend who was still mourning his father figure’s passing.

And he had just stormed up to him and assaulted him.

What was the serum doing to him?

—

Norman thinks about that day pretty often. He thinks about the awful crunching noise Peter’s nose made when he broke it that had originally felt so satisfying in the moment, he thinks about the blood that had to be wiped off the ground later, how it took awhile for Peter’s nose to heal.

How it never quite healed right.

But more than anything, he thinks about how Peter had flinched from him afterwards.

He liked likes his son’s best friend, who has kept Harry on a decent path, who understands all his science talk, who’s so polite that he still called him “Mr. Osborn” when he broke his nose. He’d almost come to see Peter as a son, and yet he attacked him, under some serum-induced delusion that Peter was secretly an arachnid themed vigilante out to ruin Oscorp.

A delusion he feared he still suffers under.

Sure, there were some coincidences. Peter and Spider-Man being the same height. Peter and Spider-Man have never been seen in the same room, despite Peter always photographing the costumed individual. Peter acting so oddly when people point that previous fact out- he needs to stop thinking about it.

But it’s too late, the same anxiety and anger is coming out. The thought that his company is being targeted by some mutant pretending to be his son’s friend. It fills him with a rage, one that keeps boiling. Boiling. Boiling. Boiling. Boili-

“Oh, hey, Mr. Osborn!” Peter, the real Peter, not the taunting costumed vision that haunts him, is in front of him.

Norman stays zeroed in on his face and gestures upstairs to where his son is. He doesn’t hear what the young man says, but there’s not a single doubt that he came here to see his friend.

Peter waves and rushes up the stairs, more energetic than he used to be, more athletic than he used to be, but Norman shoves down that thought. He shoves it all down, the anxiety, the anger, the suspicion. All that’s left is the churning feeling of guilt as he thinks about Peter’s face with the crooked nose that

Never

Quite

Healed

Right.

[rumple04]

Happy Halloween everyone 🤍🎃👽

[jades960]

Attack eyebrows www With progress this time✨ (Trying to draw out every pic I can find of him www)

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

Ah yes the eternal struggle of trying to find a Peter Parker fic that DOESNT infantilize him or be weird about him or be really really intensely 2020 to the point where even I can’t get through it