I - The Explosion
I CANR BELIEVE MUMBO IS GONE ON SESSION 5????
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one of the many practical applications of organic webbing (being cringe)
🕷️ written by me & nevi
Chapter two is out!
Chapter one of my slow burn spideypool fic!
The man he’s holding by the shirt slumps to the ground as his grip unfolds. His knuckles ache, but his heart still itches for another fight.
Sensing his intentions, Wade clears his throat. “Not here for a fight! Though I’d totally love to see you kick my ass, several times, with your hand-“
“Shut up.”
“Yep! Lips are sealed.” He mimes the motion of zipping up his mouth, then shudders as if the very thought would drive him mad.
“What do you want with me?”
oh i'm gonna need a thousand years to recover
creature
It’s been three weeks of this; waking up and expecting himself to be back on a battlefield, ready to move at any moment. It’s absurd to think that now, there’s no battle raging that needs his undivided attention, no more lessons to learn from his sensei. He’s directionless, floating aimlessly through the life he worked so hard to obtain.
Is this really the life he's living after everything Master Leonardo sacrificed? Everything Leo worked for just fell through Casey's hands like meaningless sand. He can feel the guilt crawling up his throat, a life wasted in the wreckage of their victory.
OR Casey Jones has to confront his trauma.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42291486/chapters/106192779
Current obsession, the babygirl
I could NOT get this out of my head for the life of me