| hey man is this not artwork of a 16 year old Kitty Pryde

| good riddance brah! Tell the dried up lands of California that you were bullied on Bluesky

| last thing about AI, but I’m almost positive the damage of the data centers is widely public knowledge at this point, just even Google California Data Center and see the shit it is doing to natural water sources there. So genuinely, eat rocks if you’re using that stuff.

| booo!! Your Kon doesn’t have PUPILS! This is a take of hot doo doo garbage! “I don’t support it but it’s convenient to me and I like it :)!” LAME!

| and seriously if you do use AI art do not even get near me, get a job and comish an artist you dork

| we will never be free of AI art users until we publicly shame them fr im not kidding these lame asses will fall off when the tide turns

He landed with his hands and feet stuck to the dirt and brick —- his head peering down at them from a couple of feet above. White lenses that seemed to move and shift with a squint, before expanding open.

“Hey!”

𝙏𝙃𝙒𝙄𝙋! 𝙏𝙃𝙒𝙄𝙋!

Two threads of webbing attach to a light pole just to their left, in a single swing a blur of red and blue flies across the open sky and finds its mark on the wall one leaned upon. (c)

| definitely but I would never ever ever want to deal with this guys fans ever

“Seven. And no.”

| have an idea for another costume wearing nut job but would maybe like to start him off with a proper thread going, so I guess DM me if you wanna plot up with that future character

Web-Swinger! Comin’ through!

Being Spider-Man, he was beginning to wonder if it were a secret power of his.

“Just stay out of trouble, yea?” Parker said off handily as he began to leave.

“Until then.” Peter said, shuffling his satchel —- he offered a smile. As good as one as any new stranger turned somewhat friend could offer, and as good as one Peter Parker could offer to.

Trouble seemed to follow him like a magnet, and 10 years of (c)

“Only people that look like Roblox characters.”

“What’s up with this —-“ Motion a circle around his face. “Skin condition?”

“Huh. Could’ve fooled me.”

“Peter Parker. Local substitute teacher. Are you killing people, dude?”

I’m sorry?

Crap! Late for subbing! ANYWAYS! GO METS GO!

SKENES WHO?! GO METS GO!

🎨 - Daniel Sampere.

| Today! Superman / Spider-Man! Visit your local comic store!

* Quitely

| TOMORROW!

🎨 - Frank Quietly

“He’s hard to get of hold of.” Alright maybe he was having a little too fun with this.

“Tonight. Eight o’clock. The building over there —-“ Peter pointed at a very distinctly green facility. “Just in the back. He’ll be there.”

| this Wednesday!

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚.
𝐈𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧.