#char: gwen stacy

[punkfloweranarchy]

Miles, texting Gwen: where are you?

Gwen: turn around

Gwen: no the other way

Gwen: wrong way again

Miles: gwen where exactly are you???

Gwen: at home, the thought of you turning aimlessly in circles amuses me

[amerihawks]

quick warmup screencap study — i loved the use of lighting in atsv, go watch if you have the chance!

[excelsiorfics]

It Takes Two To Tango

Date: 28 May 2022 Author: blue_bees Rating: Teen Word Count/Status: 15,517, 17/17 Dynamic: Harry Osborn/MJ Watson, MJ Watson/Peter Parker, Harry Osborn & MJ Watson, Harry Osborn & Gwen Stacy Characters: Harry Osborn, Peter Parker, MJ Watson, Gwen Stacy, Spider-Man Tags: Complicated Relationships, Character Study, Abandonment Issues, Implied Drug Use

Summary:

"I think we need to work on communication, MJ," Harry said one day with all apparent sincerity. "I never know how you're feeling." She fixed mister forgot-to-ask-if-they-were-dating-before-calling-her-his-girlfriend with a disbelieving stare. "Alright, well here's a tip," she said. She pointed to her face. "This one's called 'happy'. And this—" she pulled a big, clownish mope. "This one is called 'sad'." Harry frowned at her. "Oh, I know that one!" she said brightly. "That's 'angry'."

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Bizarre memories of MJ's (brief, disastrous) college relationship with Harry Osborn come back to her sometimes. It was fun while it lasted, but he needed something she didn't know how to give.

[valeriapryanikova]

i finally watched across the spider-verse recently so here have some messy doodles :D

[cheritouu]

Realizing this poster revealed the ending the entire time and none of us even noticed

Who is one of the most iconic antagonists in Journey to the West and is said to be Sun Wukong's "darker" self.

Who did Miles see at the end.

If they made a point to include some of the most iconic figures in tht story in this poster of course they wouldn't forget about MACAQUE IT JUST WENT WITHOUT SAYING

[prncessbonnie]

my fav characters!! :33

(characters i see myself in)

[infernalodie]

𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐏𝐭.𝟏) || 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐲

“𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘮, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯“

Inspo: Sleep Token - Ascensionism

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: They would understand soon enough and when they did they would wish to have followed you...

Warnings: Angst

Part Two

Words: 1461

A canon event.

It’s something Miguel had lectured to you about a year ago. The inevitability of having to lose someone that makes you and every Spider-person them. It defined you as a hero and a human being and made you realize that the positives of this job came with their negatives. Dire and unchanging ones. And sometimes you thought that you would be prepared for that day. But it was a simple lie you continued to tell yourself in the hope that it would numb the pain.

But who was Miguel to tell you how your story was supposed to go?

He worked off a theory. Off the numbers and data that an A.I. gave him. He was a man of science. Not belief. So, there has been no in-person count of what it led to if a Spider-Person stopped their canon event. Saving their loved ones and themselves from the pain that could come from it if they didn’t do what their instincts told them.

And you had planned to be the first. Wishing to prove the man wrong in every statement he’d made to your first meeting.

The plans had been set, promises were made for people to be there when that day came. You did everything you could to be prepared. You trained harder. You fought harder. All of it with the goal to protect those you could.

But you weren’t enough. Your efforts were fucking meaningless.

Looking down on New York, your swollen eyes watched the fires burn brightly. Rain soaking your braids with loose strands sticking to your forehead and cheeks. And your suit was charred and torn in multiple placements. Mask balled up in your tight fists. A wound spanning across your stomach bled continuously despite your attempt of webbing it shut for the time being.

All you wanted was for it to all stop.

You could hear it. A rapturing through reality with its natural orange glow reflecting off the puddles surrounding your spot on the edge of the clock tower. Two shadows cast on either side of your quivering figure, relaying the arrival of two people you’d trusted.

Arriving too late for it to matter.

“Y/n?” Gwen muttered, peeling her mask off and approaching your stiff figure. “Are you okay?”

You sat there for a few moments, sifting through the many emotions flowing through you at once. Pondering how to answer such a question from someone you thought to care.

“I never got to see the sunset, Gwen,” you said, words measured. “I hoped that I could feel its warmth again. But it’s been blocked out.”

A lingering absence, in reality, was the best way to describe how you spoke. And the way your eyes watched out on the city with a bittersweet smile. Something was poetic about this outcome. How after one event, everything else seemed to dissolve into chaos.

Beside her, Hobie pursed his lips at the sight of the city on fire. “That ain’t good,” he commented, staring at the chaos ensuing in your universe.

Riots, killings, and theft. All being committed under your watch. If someone asked you if you’d let it get this bad, you would say no. But whatever was left in your heart from the day before was gone. A thick, black void leaked from the wound. Its presence is only left to show you its place once held love.

Looking over your shoulder, your gaze connected to Gwen’s. It was full of anxiety and pain. “Where were you?” Tears clouded your vision. In a way, Gwen couldn’t help but find you beautiful at this moment. Rain pelting down around the two of you. Water droplets disguising the tears that slipped down your cheeks fearlessly.

But she could also see the pain in them. “You told me you would be here when I needed you! But you were elsewhere. Running around with him!” You waved your hand dismissively toward Hobie, who was confused about how he was brought into the argument. “I trusted you and you lied to me!”

“I had no way of knowing, Y/n. I wasn’t able to come here,” Gwen tried to reason, taking cautious steps toward you. “You have to understand I have no control over this. Miguel-“

A laugh erupted through your chest. It was eerie. Full of anger and frustration. And Gwen felt tiny underneath your hollowed gaze. With each provoking step, you grew larger in threat and intimidation. “Really? You’re going to blame this on Miguel?” You questioned, finally reaching her and grabbing her by the throat.

The action caused Hobie to step in. “Y/n, stop!” As Hobie reached to grab you, your claws drew. Nails swiftly carved themselves into his flesh, paralyzing him–his body becoming numb and crashing to the ground. A grunt fell from his lips as his eyes watched fearfully of your intentions.

Turning your gaze to Gwen, you tightened your grip around her thin throat. Feeling her hands slap at your arm, fingers squeezing around the limb in hopes she could break free. Yet, the struggle only enabled you to lift her off the ground. A blood-boiling rage mounting levels that combatted any level of understanding you held for the girl.

This wasn’t about you losing your sister. This wasn’t related to Miguel or any of the other Spider-People. This was about Gwen. Her promise. Her reassurance that everything would be fine–and you fucking believed it.

She twisted your expectations. Betting on a piece of fiction that was riddled with lies of its consistency to your story. Her words, her whispered lies of misconstrued success–They were all hopeless conceptions to place in your mind. A methodical game of chess that she’s been winning from the first move.

But even with this outlook on her, you couldn’t understand why. Why would she do this? Why would she leave you on your own? Why wouldn’t she just say she couldn’t be there? Why, why, why? Too many questions for a simple answer to justify. And it posed the final question rattling in your head; do you even want to know why?

“If you cared about me, you would’ve been here to help me. If Miles were trusted, he would’ve been here. He would’ve tried to save my sister. He would’ve followed through on a promise.” Clenching your jaw, you squeezed a little tighter, teeth clamping together. The faint wobbling of your lips was evident as your nose twitched in frustration. “What does that say about you?”

Gwen bit her lip, hoping the pain would suppress the stinging behind her eyes. Managing to find leverage with her feet pressing on your chest, pushing away just enough to let out a choked, “I’m sorry.”

Two words. An apology that was not only long overdue but meaningless. Not when you had buried Amelie yourself. When you had to listen to her whimpers, hands holding onto your arms demanding you reveal yourself to her.

Gwen should’ve been here.

“If you’d asked me to be there for you, I would’ve been there in an instant. The same goes for Miles,” you confessed shamelessly. The idea of restrictions on emotions is unveiled by the brutal and honest truth of your pain. Displaying the bitter ink that seeped through your eyes, masking themselves in tears. “And that’s because I love you two too much to see you both be in pain. I would do anything to take that pain and place it on my shoulders. But you lied!”

Through the open skylight of the clock tower, the clouds shifted from obscuring the large rock floating in space. And the moonlight spilled through the glass and revealed Gwen’s tear-stained cheeks. There was a second of hesitance. A flicker of question in yourself. But you pushed it aside, clenching your jaw. “And I won’t let you or any more of us do that.” Grabbing her wrist, you peeled the interdimensional travel watch from her wrist and tossed her aside.

Gwen hit the ground with a thud, rolling across the wet rooftop until she was laid beside Hobie. But when she found you, the portal using the watch was activated. The destination was unknown to her.

“Y/n, stop, please!” The blonde cried. “You don’t have to do this. We can talk about this!”

But you kept your back to her, hoping the ink leaking from your eyes wouldn’t be noticed. “I continued because I wanted to be ready for the day you came when I needed you,” you muttered. “You made me this way, Gwen.”

Gwen leaned Hobie against a wall, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder as he closed his eyes. She fell to his side, placing her hands over her face. The sunrise. The start of something new.

[laramarvelfan]

Charlotte (Ghostflower's daughter) relationship with the spider-anarchirts and her grandparents bc yes:

Miles:Cried from happiness when he knew he was going to be a dad. When Charlotte starts mumbling,Miles always implodes bc his daughter is too cute and pure for this world, Charlotte loves to see her dad drawing. he also does her hair, and when people ask: "Damn girl who does your hair?" and she says: "Oh! It's Mi papá! :)". He calls her "Mi pequena araña" (My little spider in spanish).

Gwen:She was insecure abt the pregnancy,but in a time she started to see that she was waiting one of the most important person in her life. Gwen is really caring with Charlotte, she always knows what Charlotte wants and gives all the love her daughter deserves. Gwen calls her "Char-Char" or "'lotte".

Hobie:He was really caring with Mayday in ATSV, so take care of another spider-kid wouldn't be a problem to him. Hobie was the one who stayed most of the time next to Gwen when she was pregnant of Charlotte and he was the first one to know that Gwen was going to have a baby with Miles.Hobie gave Charlotte a green frog onesie and she started wearing that onesie like a pajama.

Pavitr:He's the protective uncle,always help Charlotte and gives so many gifts to her. He would defintely buy tons of baby clothes and toys for Charlotte when Gwen was still pregnant of her. Pav calls Charlotte "Grahan" (Eclipse in hindi),Pavitr loves to babysit her every time he has a chance.

Peter B. and Mayday: He often sees Charlotte,but when he sees,he's really happy abt his niece,he gave most of Mayday's old plushies to her. Mayday plays hide 'n' seek with Charlotte sometimes,even that Mayday is really older than Charlotte,they get along pretty well. Mayday does friend bracelets to Charlotte

Noir,Ham and Peni: They often sees her, they love their niece still. Noir can't carry Charlotte bc he's kinda clumsy and Ham neither bc Charlotte when sat is taller than him lol. Peni is the only of team B who can carry Charlotte on her arms.

Margo:Always plays with Charlotte using their tech-powers,they let her play those dress up flash games,that still exists on Byte's universe. They make jokes abt Charlotte looking so similar to them when they were younger.

Rio and Jeff: Charlotte passes her vacation with her abuelos,and they go really well with their grand-daughter. Rio would give a lot of candies to Charlotte even that she can't eat those. Jeff is the grandpa who has a joke to every situation.

George Stacy: Charlotte passes her vacations with her another grandpa too, George loves his grand-child very much. He bought a lots of things to her when he knew he was going to be a grandpa. He gave those plushies Gwen had on her room to Charlotte.

Plus:Miguel is dead in the future,so, he doesn't know nothing abt Miles and Gwen being married and having their daughter,Charlotte. Jessica is the current leader of the spider-society,but she stopped to have any interaction with the spider-anarchirts after BTSV.

[goosetheluce]

sugar and pine (gwen stacy x fem!reader oneshot)

summary: your spider-girlfriend takes an evening off to help you decorate the tree.

info: christmas fic, baking, decorating, fluff, clumsy reader, gwen is a mean gf, pretty short, not proofread

a/n: yes. it's been literal months. merry christmas and you're welcome

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"pass the icicles, please."

"yes, ma'am."

gwen gripped the box full of intricately crafted glass ornaments carefully, though the microscopic hairs on her fingertips meant she didn't need to. you chewed your lip absentmindedly and held out your hand for the box. you subtly danced along to the festive bells and 50s choir singing echoing from the stereo. you stared at the tree, lush and deep forest green. the scent of pine mingled with the sugar cookies baking in the oven.

the box pressed into your palm. you brought it to the front of your line of sight and admired the collection. you'd spent a pretty hefty chunk for these on your christmas haul, and for good reason. the glass felt heavy and thick in your grasp, swirling with risen patterns and shining in the warm glint of your classic white tree lights. they really did look like icicles.

"gosh, gwen. would you just look at them?" you murmured softly. you looked up and saw that she was staring at you. your cheeks warmed, and it wasn't from the heater.

"huh? oh, yeah. they're gorg. just don't drop any," she teased at the end. she knew how butterfingered you were.

"don't even say that. don't speak it into existence," you huffed, feigning annoyance. happiness prodded at the corners of your cheeks as she rolled her eyes and flashed her gapped smile.

"maybe the cookies will be the subject of your ridiculously severe case of clumsiness," gwen prodded further, turning her head to face the kitchen. "i'm getting notes of peppermint and...oh, is that a hint of charred christmas cookies?"

you gasped and clambered to your feet, speedwalking to the oven. you crouched to look in, thanking yourself that you had turned on the light before you walked away.

"you jerk! they're perfectly fine!" you yelled out to gwen, still giggling in the living room.

after you set the cookies out on a plate to cool, you and gwen had resumed the finishing touches to the tree. the icicles were the perfect addition to the warm-toned matte ornaments hooked throughout the branches.

you sat on gwen's shoulders, straining to get the golden bow on top of the tree. you indulged on a warm peppermint sugar cookie, coated with homemade buttercream and topped with chocolate shavings. the hot cocoa was heating up on the stove (gwen was in charge of watching it, of course). you cursed underneath your breath as you knocked one of the decorations off, watching anxiously as gwen caught it in her right hand.

"what did i say, y/n?" she sighed.

"told you not to speak it into existence," you grumbled, tying the bow and patting gwen's bleach blonde head to let her know you were done.

she hoisted the backs of your thighs up from her shoulders, her fingertips molding into the softness of your legs before bringing you down to wrap yourself around her waist.

"clingy tonight, are we, gwen?" you taunted, heart secretly racing in your chest as her breath fanned gently across your face. her eyes, cold and bright as the snow falling outside, pierced into yours almost uncomfortably.

"maybe i am. it's the most wonderful time of the year, after all."

you wrapped your legs tighter around her thin waist to avoid slipping and cupped her face in your hands.

"thanks for helping decorate, babe. it means a lot. especially since you took tonight off from patrols and all that."

all she did was smile faintly, a blush creeping across her wintery cheeks. she flung a web out from her wrist and grabbed something, attaching it to the ceiling. you looked up and scoffed.

"that's so damn cheesy-" you started, but were not allowed to finish as gwen leaned forward and pressed a soft but hungry kiss to your pout. the taste of peppermint sugar cookies lingered on her peachy lips and you closed your eyes in content. gwen's grip around you loosened as she let you down, breaking the kiss when your socks met the hardwood.

"sorry, that's the rules. we were under the mistletoe, what else did you expect?" gwen grinned, her height regained after she dropped you to your usual level.

"fair enough."

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[mqonlighting]

some spideypool in the kitchen/cooking thoughts and hcs :DD

one thing I think about a lot is domestic spideypool (bc OFC i would) but mainly what peter and wade’s dynamic would be when cooking together in the kitchen.

in my scenarios it’s usually just them cooking for each other as a sentiment or bc they live together and don’t wanna order takeout all the time idk nothing big

peter is deffo the shit cook. the thing about peter’s kind of shit cooking is that he KNOWS he’s not the best— he’s just so adamant on everyone around him not troubling themselves with cooking for him so… yeah. its either he burns everything until it is literally black char or the food is so undercooked that pork would probably still oink and carrots taste halfway under the fuckin soil

(i was watching spectacular spider-man and there’s this one episode where gwen and captain stacy have to come help peter prepare thanksgiving dinner because he messed it up so badly LMAO)

wade is a LOVELY cook on the other hand and everyone’s eating good when wade is in control of the kitchen. however he’s also Spider-Man’s Loving Boyfriend™ first and foremost so whenever peter absolutely insists that HE cooks this time, wade will back down and let it play out — even if he knows peter sucks at cooking (😭)

but another thing about wade is this man’s stomach is made of STEEL and will probably eat anything from wagyu to cardboard, so no matter how much vegetable char or pale white chicken he has to ingest, he will devour it like it is the last meal he will ever eat because he will literally eat anything. AND he will never fail to send compliments to the chef just because he likes to see peter happy about smth he did

AND I IMAGINE one day may comes to visit them and peter insists he cooks for her and wade, and the minute peter is out of sight, it’s like:

may: “you let him cook?”

wade: “oh yeah it makes him happy when he gets to cook for people”

may: “that’s sweet but be honest, do you like his cooking?”

wade: “… it’s edible.”

THERE YOU HAVE IT more head empty only spideypool for you all :)))

< also my ao3 over here cough cough wink wink tear >

[farsight-the-char]

So after a brief tour with the Earth-65 Mary Janes, Gwen is moving back to Earth-616 for some reason. Apparently Permanently?

Also we are doing a deep dive with the legacy of 616-Gwen Stacy's death.

???????

Not sure what to think.

[punkfloweranarchy]

Gwen: cut Miles some slack, Hobie, he’s in love!

Hobie: that’s not really my problem

Gwen: HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU!

Hobie: oh

Hobie: I will not deny that brings me in the loop a little

[cosmiiwrites]

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male!reader • noncon • sa/rape • pedophilia • underage reader (platonic is okay) • character x character (will do character x reader x character) self harm/ed • suicide • anything with scat, piss, or vomit • incest/stepcest

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if you send in a request, i will probably take a few days to answer!

im a bit of a procrastinator, so i usually take a while to respond to requests

when requesting a sfw fic, i will always default to gn!reader, but for smut fics its always afab!reader.

be specific with your requests! i get confused sometimes, and it helps me write better if you are more specific.

anons are always welcome! i enjoy reading your comments/headcanons, and if i have the time, will add onto it!

and of course, follow the fic rules above!

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ characters i write for: adam • lute • emily • alastor • vox • velvette • alastor • lucifer morningstar • charlie morningstar • vaggie • sir pentious • striker • mammon • beelzebub • asmodeus • fizzarolli • blitzø • verosika mayday • vi • jinx • caitlyn • tasm!peter parker • miles morales • peter b. parker • gwen stacy • ellie williams • joel miller

[incorrectbeginagain]

Peter Parker: From now on, we’ll be using code names.

Peter Parker: You can address me as ‘Eagle 1’.

Peter Parker: Felicia, codename: ‘been there done that’.

Peter Parker: MJ is ‘currently doing that’.

Peter Parker: Gwen is ‘happened once in a dream’.

Peter Parker: Johnny, codename: ‘if I had to pick a dude’.

Peter Parker: Miguel is… ‘eagle 2’.

Miguel O'Hara: Oh, thank god.

[spyderwomcn]

@ghxstspiders

Of course the world was burning down at the same time as Jess’s personal life had gone to all hell, and she would be reminded that no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, there was no part of Jessica Drew or Spider-Woman that could ever be considered a functional hero. How did other people make it look so easy? It was a question she had been turning over and over in her head for years, but especially now. What she really wanted to do was spend the rest of her life in her apartment, occasionally fighting off her over-zealous landlord who wanted rent constantly in advance, but Jess had never been able to sit back. With the burns on her arms still healing, she jumped at the sound of screams on the street, slipping out her fire escape and finding herself in the middle of chaos within a minute.

What she hadn’t been able to see from her apartment was that someone else was involved in the fight as well -- someone else who received a brief reprieve while the criminals assessed the newcomer. “Hey assholes,” Jess said, waving her hand, just in case some didn’t get the message. “I’m your friendly neighbour here to tell you to pipe down. Can’t a girl watch some trashy daytime TV without having to listen to people getting mugged in the background? It’s very distracting.”

[ironiccrus]

MISC SENTENCE STARTERS || @ghxstspiders

“ i’m scared. ”

Tony had to admit the last thing he expected to receive in the mail when he heard of Hope Van Dyne’s murder was a literal representation of an olive branch. Her science was impeccable -- even FRIDAY sounded impressed as she worked through the specs, and it was pretty damn hard to get the AI to turn off the monotone and sarcasm to show any degree of excitement. It stood to reason, of course, that the second things seemed to turn around, the world threw a curveball, and that curveball usually involved death. Tony had figured that one out a long time ago.

Either way, he figured that he should pay his respects before the funeral, especially since the woman had thought enough of him to include her in her last wishes. He showed up at her place, came face to face with a young woman that definitely wasn’t Cassie, and he ended up offering his assistance with the sandwiches. Tony couldn’t even cook an omelette, but he was reminded of how bringing takeaway and washing dishes had helped Jessica after Trish’s death, at least to remind her that she wasn’t alone. Sometimes, even a stranger’s company was comforting in grief.

This was the case in point. Tony paused, a tray of sloppy but well attempted sandwiches in his hand, and looked over at the girl. Gwen, she’d introduced herself. “I’d put a hazard warning on these bad boys myself, if we’re being honest here,” he joked, before he turned more serious. “Uh, I know this isn’t my place - really not my place - but my mom died when I was your age, a little older. I was scared too. Really scared. Hid myself away under the kitchen table, pulled a blanket over my head, went full reversion to six years old, the whole works.”