Someone made this awesome edit on Instagram about Doctor Strange + the spidey gang to Shakira and Rihanna’s Can’t Remember to Forget You and I can’t look at him without singing it.
Anyway, here’s some Spidey art I did a little while back🕸
Part I, II, III, & IV of MoM doodles + Spidey doodles + MCU Gals
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The Weight of the World (Art)
Click for higher quality or find it on AO3 here
Check out Judge1964's accompanying fic on AO3 here!
For @spideychellebigbang 💜
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Movies inspire fanfic.
Fanfic inspires fanart.
Fanart inspires doodle.
Doodle inspires graphic.
Graphic inspires book cover.
Book cover inspires fanfic.
XD enjoy this burst of creativity today:
The cafeteria was as loud and stressful as usual. Despite the crowd, it was still surprisingly easy to spot the boy with odd rune-covered accessories.
Peter watched as the new kid looked for a spot to sit. Loki was clearly being outcasted already and Peter felt kind of bad for him. He was kind of intimidating, though.
Loki wore a pair of worn converse. He’d covered them with odd runes in vibrant colors — probably using a set of neon paint markers or something. He wore black ripped jeans with colorful patches and a cropped sweatshirt that had been patched together with various dark colored fabrics. Underneath the sweatshirt was a black fishnet undershirt covering his midsection. His hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail. Instead of elastic, he had tied a green ribbon around it. On top of his head was a pair of headphones with another neon multicolored mess of runes. These were clearly made with the same paint markers that had been used on his shoes.
Seeing Loki get denied a seat yet again, Peter had enough. He willed his nerves in preparation to call the boy over. MJ glanced at him and, seeing his anxiety, straightened.
“Hey, new kid.” MJ called, “Over here.”
Loki looked at her in surprise and then he saw Peter. He looked around, shrugged, and walked over.
“Can I sit here?” Loki asked tiredly.
Peter grinned, “Go ahead.
“Fair warning, this is the weirdo reject table.” MJ cut in and ignored Ned’s offended protest, “But Peter likes you, so whatever.”
“Sounds like I’ll fit right in.” Loki said and sat down.
“I’m Michelle Jones, but friends call me MJ.” The dark haired girl introduced, “You’ve met Peter. The other loser is Ned Leeds.”
“Nice to meet you.” Loki said honestly, “I’m Loki.”
“Nice to meet you.” MJ glanced at the runes on his headphones, “What do those mean?”
Loki reached up and touched them, “Oh, they’re just some mix of old Nordic runes. I mixed some traditional seidr- er, magic rune combinations together. Simply stuff, really.”
MJ’s eyebrows raised, “I didn’t take you for the type to believe in magic?”
“I prefer to keep an open mind.” Loki said.
Ned just looked excited at the idea, “Have you ever seen any evidence of magic? Signs that it’s working?”
“I haven’t seen any evidence that it isn’t working.” Loki said.
“But you don’t have evidence that is working either.” Peter pointed out.
Loki just shrugged. The two boys took that as a yes and started to debate the potential logistics of proving or disproving magic. MJ, however, stared at Loki with an oddly perceptive gaze. He looked at her questioningly and she went back to her book.
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