u/AceGhostGirl

This is my first time fully drawing Spider-Light in traditional media, so enjoy this foray into my worst art fear... markers- This is Avery in their E3 suit, aka the redesign of their Classic E2. Hope yall enjoy!

Name: Avery Wilder

Age: 18

Year: 4

Role: Brawl Star

Extra Caricular: Punk Club President

First rule of Punk Club, there are no rules! Avery leads the group of you g rebellious Spider-Spirits in the name of their legendary Club founder, Hobie Brown. They arent known for their academic prowess, but Avery's presence is known and admired across campus. They try and stay out of the lime light, but at the end of the day if they have to call attention to themselves to do whats right Avery isn't afraid of being in the public eye. All they want is to be themselves and make their world a better place.

(Second photo featuring Khan Kendall aka Fiddleback aka Avery's boyfriend lol)

"Loving me is terminal." Avery whispered. The air felt thin in their lungs even as they stood on the ground. The earth beneath their feet, it was real. It was solid. Dirt and stone and grass. The thing that grew. The thing that bloomed. The thing that lived-

How long had it been since their feet had settled on something they recognized as alive. How long since they had touched the land instead of cement, slate, and steel?

"I draw them in. With the colors, and the smiles and the light and the masks but I am the deadly disease. I am the corruption creeping through the heart of the city. I poison the goodness. I ruin the great. I kill those who could actually save this place, these people, my home-"

"At what point do I stop looking at all the tragedy that has existed in my life and finally acknowledge that on some level... There is only one common thread."

"Me."

Avery was so tired. So utterly exhausted. They could no longer tell if the efforts they put in were for the sake of the world, or to give themselves an excuse to still be in it.

"Don’t ruin your life by giving in to a bad addiction. You have a brother. You have friends. You have a future... I'm not that." They glanced over to the woman standing just a few yards behind.

Wilma was silent, hands in her pockets as she watched the sun setting over the cliffside. "You could be. You could be in my future-"

"No. Wilma, I can't."

She shook her head, arms crossing over her chest. "You can be part of my life, we could have one together Avery-"

They tensed, eyes settling on the ground. What did she know? Wilma hadn't lived their life. She hadn't seen the tragedy, the horrors, known the things they had done… All the lain Avery had caused. All the torment that had arisen in their name. She saw them and saw a hero.

But Avery knew the truth.

"I am a death sentence." Avery's heart felt like it was going to rip from their very chest. "When will you see that?"

There was a pause, a look settling in Wilma's eyes. Hazy, hurt.. lost.

Like waking up from a dream.

The woman shook her head, scarred features falling in disappointment. "When it kills me.”