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ninebaalart · 8 months

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Spider-Man Villains (Part 1)

A follow up to the Spider-Men pieces, my take on five different Spider-Men villains.

Green Goblin - I took inspiration from the Raimi Spider-Man design of Green Goblin, which probably was my first exposure to the character- although I also took inspiration from Evangelion mechs. There's those pops of purple I also implemented to sort of make it so it's not just entirely green, although I did try to keep that iridescent metal shading that gives off that purple tint that the Raimi suit had.

Kindred - Kindred is one of those villains I think just needs some tweaking to make truly great. I sort of took inspiration from The Lich but also generally giving him a bit more of a "look". Had to include the centipede.

White Rabbit - White Rabbit's white face kind of gives me the feeling I do seeing a clown- bad vibes. I sort of took some inspiration from a more obscure appearance from her but also DVA. Gave her those bugged out eyes.

The Prowler (Hobie Brown) - So like, Hobie Brown is The Prowler in the 616 continuity, Hobie wasn't like, designed to be Spider-Punk. That came later. I sort of went back to those roots but bringing in that Spider-Punk vibe to the design as well. It was really fun!

Mania - In my mind, Andrea Benton is absolutely friends with this version of Hobie. They're not so much villains as they are against the establishment. Her design is mostly faithful but I gave her sort of a more turtleneck hoodie influence, adding tongue "drawstrings" that makes her just look a little alien and offputting.

#green goblin #kindred #white rabbit #the prowler #mania #hobie brown #spider man #my take #character design #art #fanart

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alphacomicsvol2 · 2 years

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Spider-Man #24 Cover Art (Villain Variant by Ryan Brown)

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hellomystraightlacedfriend · 1 year

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The thing that irritates me the most about the Harry Osborn-Kindred arc is that Harry really doesn't have a good motivation for hating Peter Parker and wanting to hurt him. Like in this arc, Harry has every reason to HATE HIS FATHER: his father abused and neglected him, and in a Spencer add-in literally sold his son's soul to the devil. It was Norman who killed Harry’s close friend Gwen, and in Spencer's story, the forms of the demons who tortured Harry in hell were of his father.

But with Peter, Spencer actually DELETED Harry’s motivation for hating Spider-Man in every previous story - by having Harry know all along that Norman Osborn was alive. Which is a HUGE continuity shift, because we absolutely saw Harry thinking in previous comics that his father was dead and in his head Peter had killed him. Taking this away is like taking away Hamlet's father's death in Hamlet.

It's fucking WEIRD.

Like a story about Harry/Kindred torturing his father to death only to resurrect him and do it over and over again probably wouldn't have a lot of substance, but it'd still be more compelling then Kindred torturing Peter - because there is more motive there. In Spencer's events, Harry has been tortured for years because of his father and by demons who look like his fucking father - why wouldn't he go after Norman Osborn?????

Like I do not get why people thought this was good Peter writing - as he's the main character, but he just feels kind of shoehorned in. Harry's only motivation for hating Peter is that Peter lied to him, and also Peter saving people made Peter’s loved ones' lives miserable. Which yes, fine, Harry could totally be upset about that - but compared to the things that Norman Osborn has done, it's just like eh. It doesn’t make sense at all narratively why Harry's fury would be so focused on Peter.

Except that Peter is the main character. That's the only real reason, and it's so obvious it's grating.

Like if you wanted to bring someone back from the dead, and have them be angry at Peter for lying and bringing about their death, it should have been GWEN STACY.

Peter lied to Gwen point blank, saying he wasn't Spider-Man - and the main reason for that was because Peter selfishly didn't want to lose Gwen, because Gwen HATED Spider-Man. But by lying to Gwen about this, Peter was actually taking away Gwen’s agency, and because Gwen had no idea about the fight between Spider-Man and the Green Goblin, she couldn’t choose to do anything that might protect herself from an early death. A death which was a direct result of Spider-Man and the Green Goblin fighting.

This isn’t me hating on Peter. (Peter was young when that happened, and it probably never crossed his mind that Norman Osborn would actually kill Gwen.) I just think it would make a more interesting, nuanced story, and it really frustrates me when writers don't pay attention to character motivation.

#rant #harry osborn #peter parker #norman osborn #gwen stacy #kindred #kindred arc #marvel comics #marvel 616 #my post #spider man

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keycomicbooks · 20 days

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The Amazing Spider-Man #1 (2018) Ryan Ottley Cover & Pencils, Nick Spencer Story, Amanda Clarksdale 1st Appearance, 1st Appearance of Kindred

#TheAmazingSpiderMan #1 (2018) #RyanOttley Cover & Pencils, #NickSpencer Story, 1st Appearance of #AmandaClarksdale & #Kindred An alien invasion hits New York City and the only one who can stop it is...#SpiderMan?! ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA https://www.rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/The%20Amazing%20Spider-Man%202018.html#1 #RareComicBooks #KeyComicBooks #MarvelComics #MCU #MarvelUniverse #KeyIssue

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angelbroad · 5 months

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The Night I Fed You Your Mother's Heart

TW: Descriptions of violence, referenced abuse, cannibalism

The break room smelled of cigarettes and anxiety. It was here in this well kept, yet suffocating room that Camille had found herself in along with Vincent. She didn’t smoke, the vile clouds irritating her throat and lungs. She, instead, lit her friend’s cigarettes whenever he felt like he needed the sensation of nicotine.

Yes, Vincent, he was a strange one indeed. Camille found herself drawn to him ever since their first class together in this culinary school. It was not a romantic interest, not at all, it was more like finding a kindred spirit. Broken homes, physical disabilities....hers more obvious than his.

Vincent couldn’t taste, he made that known to her from day one. He was a very closed off person, rarely speaking and mostly focusing on his work. Their first interraction had been during a pastry assignement, where they made profiterole. He was the only student that was willing to approach her. In a way, Camille couldn’t blame her kitchen mates, her unnaturally tall height and elongated limbs would make anyone turn away. She hated how her bones and skin were stretched, like the limbs of the spiders that raised her inside the walls. It was disgusting, but not to Vincent. He treated her just as he would treat anyone else, and she could tell by the raise of his eyebrow that he was impressed by just how much she followed his instructions to the letter.

She liked to consider them friends after this. Camille would approach him to talk, and took the fact that he wasn’t turning her down or walking away as an open invitation for a friendship.

They talked about their childhoods, about Vincent’s mother and Camille’s father. Both figures they hated. They would hang out more and more, Camille visiting Vincent’s dorm at some point. She still lived in the long abandoned house, serving as a perfect disguise for her violent grocery shopping. Vincent’s furniture was much more comfortable than hers, and she accidentally slept on them more than once. The man always forgave her, though. He never minded how touchy Camille was, or her weird habits. He tried to teach her things like properly plate a dish, or how much time she should leave the macaroons in the oven.

Vincent Charbonneau was amazing. He would give her so much, and for that, Camille felt that she should repay him....greatly.

“What are you thinking about?”, Vincent asked, bringing Camille back to the present.

She hummed, “Nothing. Macaroons.”

Vincent made a noise between a scoff and a chuckle, “Right.”

The man put out his cigarette on the nearest ashtray before turning to Camille.

“Our finals are coming soon.”

She nodded, “Yes, I know that.”

“Are you...free tonight?”

Camille tilted her head, much like a curious dog would, “Why?”

Vincent inhaled, “Look...you know I can’t taste so, do you mind being my taste tester for some possible dishes I am planning?”

Camille gave him a signature wide smile, complete with a salute, “Yes, chef!”

This time, Vincent actually chuckled, arms crossed, “Save that for when I am your actual boss, Camille.”

It was like eating a full course meal at an actual bistro, and like always, Vincent proved himself more than worthy of bearing the title of chef. It was ironic how someone with no sense of taste could make food this good.

Their fun night however, would be spoiled by the very much unneeded visit from Vincent’s mother. Or at least, her attempt at a visit. Camille had went to open the door, blocking her from entering as soon as she opened it, and shutting the door completely once Vincent ordered her to.

She was filled with absolute disgust as she heard how his mother had treated him, how she was the reason he had lost his taste in the first place, and that was more than enough to bar her entry as soon as she saw her face.

“Just...don’t let her in the next time she comes over, got it?”, he asked.

“Of course.”, she responded, her eyes staring at the wall and her pupils constantly changing size as the gears in her brain grinded together. She looked down at Vincent, who was sitting on a chair, and put one hand on the table. “Vince.”

He looked up at her as she continued.

“If you want me to...I can kill her for you.”

The man gave her a confused look, seemingly not believing her. He sighed, leaning on the table.

“Did I...say something wrong?”, she asked.

“No.”, Vincent responded, “Just don’t say those things with anyone else.”

“Yes si-Vince. Yes Vince.”

Vincent himself felt odd about Camille Bouchard. She was probably the only person that understood his struggles, and she accepted him despite his unpleasant, in his mother’s words, attitude. She followed orders like she was a doberman, and she always agreed to everything he would ask of her. In a way, it was comforting to have control over someone so...dangerous.

It was no secret to him, from day one he knew something was wrong upstairs, but he did not seem to be on that woman’s list. In the beginning, he was willing to be around her because of that fear. However, soon he found himself actively seeking her out, her cheery attitude and oddly touchy habits making her pleasant company. She would fall asleep over at his own house more than often, and she herself made a comfortable pillow to lie on. Not that he would ever tell her he used her as one out of embarrassement.

She started acting weird after his mother’s unwanted visit, finding her more distracted in the classes of the following days. After their finals, which they both passed with flying colors, Camille made a proposal on their way home.

“Hey, Vince?”

“Hm?”

“It might come off as a little odd but, could you come by my house tonight?”

Vincent raised an eyebrow, she never invited him over to her house, “Sure, but what is the occasion?”

“Our freedom, of course!”, she said, “We successfully passed culinary school, and are now officially chefs.”

“Mmmhmm.”, Vince slowly nodded, squinting his eyes up at her.

“So, I decided to repay you for all those meals you made for me over the two years we’ve known each other.”

“By doing what?”

“Making you a meal!”

“Oh?”

“Yes, let me cook for you!”, she cheerily responded, earning a raise of the eyebrows and a small smile from Vince.

“What will you be cooking?”, he asked.

“I was thinking, braised heart.”

“Sounds lovely.”

When Vincent dropped by the house, it was already dark out, and he would be lying if he said the house did not look intimidating, because it did. But then, he questioned why Camille would choose to stay in this house that looked close to falling apart. He sighed, hesitantly walking up to the house through the garden of tall grass and knocking on the old door.

The door creaked open, Vincent catching a glimpse of Camille’s brown eye through the darkness.

“Vince! You uh, came in early..”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

“Oh no no I just....didn’t start yet.”

Vincent rolled his eyes. This woman was terrible with time management.

“Can I come in?”

“Yes yes, sure!”

Camille let him in, and he followed her through the contorting halls. The further they went the more Vincent realised how bloody Camille was. She was wearing the standard chef’s uniform, but most of the blood was on the rubber black gloves and apron she was wearing. Eventually, they came to a more civilised room that served as a kitchen and a small dining area. Vincent went to drag a chair for himself as Camille went past him and to the countertop. The room was decently lit, but had many dark corners. How did she live here?

“Sorry about the mess.”, she said, “I don’t get many living visitors.”

“That is a....weird remark to make.”

She let out a short laugh before pulling out a large knife, digging into meat he couldn’t see, “Yeah.....yeah..”

He raised his eyebrow, “You...are using pork for this, right? You do know this is the standard meat for braised heart.”

The slicing of the meat stopped, Camille straightening her back as it was still turned to Vincent.

“Vince.”

“..Yes?”

“You told me you couldn’t taste anything, right?”

“Yes..where is this going?”

Camille sighed, lifting up a bloody hand, “I have eating habits that would be considered....unnethical, by most people. But I found that depending on the relationship I had with them, the taste of the meat was different...more savoury.”

Sweat started to form on Vincent’s forehead, swallowing down his building concern.

“And I thought...maybe I could help you, too.”

“...In what way?”

Camille finally turned around holding the freshly ripped heart, which looked nothing like a pig’s. Which was confirmed as she stepped to the side, allowing Vincent to look at the freshly dead body of his mother, her chest split open like a bloody flower.

All he could muster was a wide-eyed gaze as he looked at his deceased mother’s hazy eyes as Camille worked on the braised heart, neatly placing it in front of him. The cooking process made it impossible to see it was a person’s heart. The woman let go of the plate, a little blood staining the rim.

“Please....try it...”

Vincent looked up at her, her lanky body shaking in anticipation. Vincent looked down at the plate, she had followed his plating tips. He took a knife and fork, and cut a decent bite off the heart, slowly placing it into his mouth. He chewed, and he swallowed.

“...It still tastes like nothing....”

The two stood in silence for a few painful minutes before Camille slumped in a chair next to him, bringing her bloody hands on her face.

“...Stupid..”

“Do not say that.”

“H-Huh..?”

“This....might not have worked but...you did something like this, because you wanted to help me.”, he felt a lump on his throat, getting emotional, “...Thank you.”

Camille’s eyes lit up, giving a wide, but sad smile, “I uh...I’m sorry I could not make her taste.”, she looked back at Mrs Charbonneau’s corpse, “I can throw this away, then.”

“Throw it away?”

“I hate the woman.”, Camille explained as she fired up the incinerator to burn the woman’s corpse, “I know better than to taste the bitter flesh of hers.”

It clicked for Vincent. Le Boucher Des Gens.

“Camille. You are in your twenties, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“The Butcher’s killings can be traced back twenty years.”

“......Yes. Since I was seven.”

Vincent did not talk about this topic anymore, but now, he was gifted a new philosophy. Perhaps, if her found the right person, like Camille suggested, he could finally taste again. For this reason, he decided to keep Camille close, even at his bistro. She took care of his problems, like she was a dog that answered to no one but him. A provider of the highest degree, and an individual that always had his back.

Yes, he was truly lucky to have such a monster under his thumb.

#ao3 writer #ao3 #dead plate oc #dead plate game #dead plate #vincent charbonneau #camille bouchard #writing #art #digital artist #digital painting #digital art #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #hell's kitchen au

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thewertsearch · 1 year

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That damn puppet is worth at least three giant spiders on the Homestuck Childhood Trauma scale.

The little coolkid is making a mess of his lovely new horseleather bib. It is about as adorable as it gets.

Guess Maplehoof really didn't go to waste. I wonder what sort of weird timeloop the bib will get caught in?

This race appears to be quite martially adept, even from early childhood. They must have proven to be very powerful Sgrub players. No wonder they managed to make so much money. You suddenly understand everything.

I'm loving Terezi's thought process, as she attempts to extrapolate from the crumbs of information she's getting. Her deductions are reasonable, considering how little she knows - but they're hilariously wrong.

I can relate, is what I'm saying.

"Soon."

Haven't seen those shades in a while. I'm pretty sure we're seeing their final moments, since that's John's package from Act 3.

GC: H3Y 34RTH BOY GC: W41T… GC: 1 JUST 4SSUM3D YOU W3R3 4 BOY GC: M4YB3 YOUR3 4 G1RL? [...] TG: yes im a girl

Take the bit far enough, and you never know what might happen.

GC: WH4T 1S YOUR SP3C13S C4LL3D TG: north american hollering phallus baboon [...] TG: when our territory is threatened thats when the indiscriminate fucking begins [...] TG: the glittering civilization before you was built on angry apefuck power alone

Well, not apefuck power alone, but you're honestly not too far off!

GC: H4H4H4 OK TH1S 1S NONS3NS3, YOU 4R3 4 JOK3R GC: L1K3 M3 >:]

You do happen to be talking to your kindred spirit among the humans. This is one of the rare time loops that works out well for every Player involved.

GC: TH1S F1RST 3NCOUNT3R 1S NOT GO1NG 4S W3LL 4S 1 HOP3D TG: oh man another failed trolling attempt TG: i had such high hopes trapezi it started out brilliantly

Trapezi, oh my god - that's almost as good as cruxploder. Dave clearly has a talent for this sort of thing.

GC: 4ND 1 4M NOT TROLL1NG YOU, 1 4M JUST TRY1NG TO G3T TO KNOW 4 L1TTL3 4BOUT YOU 4ND YOUR SP3C13S GC: 1 JUST D1SCOV3R3D 1T 4ND 1 4M CUR1OUS TG: excuse me but it says right in the header of this conversation that youre trolling me TG: persterchum always knows

Pesterchum can recognize a Trollian connection. It's likely the trolls are being pestered by the kids - although I'll hold onto the faint hope that they're being humaned.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s66 #2765

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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wait I just had a random idea

Miguel x Siren!reader idk why but it popped up in my head and I cannot get it out

But anyways how have you been doing? You been posting lots!-🪼 anon

oh my god yes i can definitely do that tehe

it’s because i have a lot of requests and i write them BUT i save them to my drafts and post like every hour or so to space them out 😭— lin 🧚🏽‍♀️

miguel o’hara x siren! reader

what happens when spider-man meets and falls in love with a siren 🧜🏽‍♀️

miguel had always been captivated by you, drawn to your ethereal beauty and enchanting voice. but it was your siren nature that truly intrigued him – the magic and mystery that surrounded your every movement and melody. he couldn't suppress his growing feelings any longer and felt a burning desire to express his love.

one evening, miguel gathered his courage and decided it was time to confess his feelings to you. he found you sitting by the waterfront, your voice carrying across the waves as you sang a haunting melody. as your last note echoed through the air, miguel approached, his heart racing.

with a nervous breath, miguel spoke, his voice filled with sincerity. "i may not know you personally but, there's something i need to tell you. i have fallen deeply in love with you. your siren nature, your beauty, and your voice... they've enraptured my heart." he paused, searching for the right words. "i want you to know that i am willing to adjust my life to accommodate your unique siren lifestyle. i want to be with you, to support you, and to create a life where we can both thrive."

your eyes shimmering with emotion, listened intently to miguel’s declaration. you had guarded your heart for so long, fearing rejection due to your siren existence. but in miguel, you saw a kindred spirit, someone who embraced your uniqueness and offered genuine love and understanding.

a smile bloomed on your face as you responded, your voice as melodious as the waves crashing against the shore. "miguel, your words fill my heart with joy. i have yearned for someone who would accept me for who i am, sirensong and all. to know that you are willing to journey alongside me is a gift beyond measure."

with your hearts now laid bare, miguel and your embarked on a new chapter of your lives together. miguel cupped your face and sealed a kiss that would be a testimony of the beginning of your relationship and for many years to come. both of you worked together to create a home that would accommodate your siren needs. miguel studied the lore and legends surrounding sirens, seeking knowledge and finding ways to blend the human and siren worlds.

your home became a sanctuary, a place where your enchanting voice could echo freely and where miguel found solace in your song. he embraced the shifting tides of your lives, determined to navigate the challenges and celebrate the magic you shared.

you charted a course of love and discovery, with miguel supporting your siren lifestyle every step of the way. on moonlit nights, you would stroll along the beach, hand in hand, sharing tender moments as your voice harmonized with the crashing waves.

as you embraced your intertwined destinies, miguel and you found solace and a profound sense of belonging in each other's arms.in your loving union, you discovered a harmony that transcended the bounds of reality, a love story guided by the song of your hearts, forever entwined by your shared passion and desire to explore the depths of your connection.

in your siren song, you wove a melody that would resonate throughout your lives, an eternal reminder of your love and the promise he had made to accommodate and embrace all aspects of your unique union.

tags 🏷️!! @meeom @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x female reader #miguel o’hara x siren!reader #miguel o’hara fluff

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theelectronicstranger · 6 months

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About the New Ultimate Spider-Man

So yesterday it was confirmed that the new Ultimate Spider-Man book that was going to be written by Jonathan Hickman would be about an older Peter Parker, who in this new Ultimate Universe is married to Mary Jane Watson and has two kids. Here are the covers and pictures with that confirmations:

I am so fucking excited for this book after this confirmation because before yesterday, we didn't really know if Jonathan Hickman was going to be writing about Peter Parker. The only thing we knew was that he was writing about an older Spider-Man, so to see these covers as confirmation and to see Peter and MJ have kids is so fucking refreshing.

I kind of fell off Amazing Spider-Man after Nick Spencer's run because throughout his whole run he was teasing that Peter and MJ were going to be back together again, maybe even married, but it never happened. My best guess as to why is because Marvel Editorial intervened and that's why Nick Spencer's last arc in the series and the reveal of who kindred was became weak. That's just my speculation though. I feel like Marvel does not want this character to ever grow up, so he's kind of stuck in this arrested development where he can grow for just a tiny bit only to be knocked back down to status quo.

I'm really excited for this series. I have not finished Ultimate Invasion yet, so when i do I'll talk about that on here. I just hope Jonathan Hickman does this character justice. I know a married Peter Parker isn't new. Dan Slott wrote Renew Your Vows which I loved. However, that title is gone and it really is nice to have a married Peter and MJ after not liking what they've been offering in the current Amazing Spider-Man title.

Also, I really hope Hickman stays on this title for a long time and that Marvel let's him do what he wants without too much interference. This isn't the main universe Peter Parker, so I don't think it'll be a problem.

By the way, I don't know if this is because Marvel has teased me so much and for so long, but as much as I'm optimistic about this title, there's also a small part of my brain that think that this is all a ruse or a lie of some kind. Like Peter and MJ are not actually together and in this title, they're divorced who hates each other's guts. That is just the paranoid person in me talking. However, you can't really blame me for thinking that way because Marvel has teased this pairing so much only to go back on their word. I guess I'll just have to wait and read the book to see if my optimistic side is right or the paranoid side of me is right.

Thanks for reading this. I'm going to go read some comics and maybe I'll talk to you guys again.

#peter parker #mary jane watson #spider man #spiderman #marvel #marvel comics #comics #ultimate universe #jonathan hickman #dan slott #nick spencer #amazing spider man #ultimate spider man #asm #usm #amazing spiderman #ultimate spiderman #marco checchetto

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moralesmilesanhour · 3 months

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Ghostflower why they broke up go!

Comphe-[CROWD BOOS]

But also codependency. They get into a relationship and quickly realize that they don't actually know each other, and realize that they are not actually kindred spirits. Gwen has to open up and actually bond with Miles over something that didn't traumatize the both of them, and Miles has to develop an identity outside of being Spider-Man. Them being together fundamentally makes this very difficult, especially as Miles develops connections with others that understand him ways that Gwen cannot, and vice versa. No hard feelings but that breakup is AWKWARD oof

#I sound like such a hater but this is where my mind's at #asks #blabbering

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Is there a moment Peter realizes he's starting to crush on Cable? Like, is it post 3some or one time when he's watching how gently he handles Wade or....?

peter's a weak man. there are certain physical attributes a man can't ignore. i think peter's already attracted to the guy, but in denial over it (as always).

it's not something new for peter parker (kind of his bread and butter), he's been here before plenty. conflicted boners abound.

i mean, nate is huge. and the shoulders, and the voice, and th–

peter doesn't know anything about him. i think he'd definitely have to get to know him. and i think it'll be a difficult process for him, getting over himself and his own worries and insecurities to actually get to know nate. and the thing with nate is that - (and this is the thing that made wade so frustrated with nate, actually) - nate doesn't bare himself, emotionally. it was kind of a one-sided street. kind of a big part of why wade found it so difficult to bare himself with nate. not to mention how he's essentially a caricature of masculinity - i think it's something that flared up insecurities in wade, and would definitely do the same for peter.

i don't think peter likes nathan out of the gate - he has an air of civility at first, then - then probably dislikes him vehemently. peter thinks nate's overpowered, and oh, he thinks he's so cool and stoic and macho and better than me...

i think they eventually find a kindred-ship in just how much they care for wade, and how much they want him to be happy. and probably they find a kindred-ship in their desire to do good for the world - i think nathan probably holds spider-man in high regard - not just for his heroics, but also how well he's handled all of wade's... you know. being wade. and there's no way he wouldn't let peter know that.

it would probably throw peter for a loop - why nate is so soft on peter, and not... jealous or resentful - it probably confuses peter a lot, until he starts to figure out just how much nate wants wade to be happy - just, genuinely. i think peter grows soft on nathan when he starts to realise that.

wade definitely brings up the prospect of a threesome many times. mostly to embarrass peter. mostly to test peter's limits. peter consistently rejects the offer - IT'S WEIRD, wade. but i think, as the mystery around nate gradually chips away as peter gets to know nate, the prospect starts to get more and more intriguing. and eventually... eventually he'll ask just how serious wade is about it.

#sci speaks #spideycablepool

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zapreportsblog · 10 months

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A Twist of Fate

➥ Here’s a headcanon in which Miles Morales befriend his classmate (y/n), realizes he’s in love with her, asks (y/n) out on a date, asking (y/n) to be his girlfriend, when he saves her as Spider-Man, when he tells her he’s spiderman, her meeting his parents, him meeting her parents, her being his canon event and dying

➥ fluff turns into angst towards the end

Befriending Them:

It was an ordinary day in the bustling halls of Brooklyn Visions Academy, the place where I spent most of my days navigating the complexities of high school life. As I made my way through the maze of lockers and students, I couldn't help but notice a girl who stood out from the crowd. Her name was (Y/N), and little did I know that our chance encounter would lead to a friendship that would change my life forever.

(Y/N) had an air of confidence and warmth that drew people to her like moths to a flame. Her smile was infectious, lighting up the room and inviting others into her world. I was captivated by her presence, and something deep within me compelled me to seek her out, to unravel the mystery of her magnetic personality.

It took a bit of courage, but one day, I found myself striking up a conversation with (Y/N). We started with small talk, discussing classes and teachers, but it didn't take long for our conversations to delve into deeper territory. We discovered a shared love for art, music, and the endless possibilities of the universe. It was as if our souls resonated on a frequency that transcended mere acquaintanceship.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, our friendship deepened. We spent countless hours together, exploring the city, visiting art exhibits, and losing ourselves in the vibrant streets of Brooklyn. (Y/N) had a way of seeing the world that was uniquely her own, and being in her presence opened my eyes to new perspectives and endless possibilities.

We laughed, we cried, we shared our hopes and dreams. In (Y/N), I found a confidant, someone who understood me in a way that no one else did. She saw through the mask I wore, both figuratively and literally, and accepted me for who I truly was—flaws and all. With her, I didn't have to be the Spider-Man burdened with responsibility. I could simply be Miles Morales, a young guy trying to navigate the complexities of life.

Our friendship wasn't without its challenges, though. As Spider-Man, I had a duty to protect the city and its inhabitants, often leaving me with little time for anything else. (Y/N) understood the weight of my responsibilities, but there were times when the distance between us grew, and doubts crept into my mind. How could I be a good friend when I had to prioritize my duty as a superhero?

However, (Y/N) was never one to give up easily. She reminded me that true friendship is built on trust, understanding, and the ability to support each other through thick and thin. She encouraged me to embrace my dual identity and to find a balance between my duties and the relationships that mattered to me. With her unwavering support, I found the strength to be both Spider-Man and Miles Morales, a hero and a friend.

As I reflect upon the journey that led me to befriend (Y/N), I am grateful for the twists of fate that brought us together. In her, I found a kindred spirit—a person who pushed me to be the best version of myself and who celebrated my triumphs and failures with equal enthusiasm. Our friendship became a source of inspiration, a reminder that even in the most challenging times, genuine connections can bring light and joy into our lives.

Falling In Love With Them:

It all began with a twist of fate—a serendipitous moment that would forever alter the course of my life. As the sun cast its golden rays upon the bustling streets of Brooklyn, I found myself caught in the chaotic whirlwind of high school, navigating the labyrinthine halls and juggling the pressures of teenage life. Little did I know that within this seemingly ordinary world, a remarkable encounter awaited me—one that would lead me down the path of unexpected love.

The first time I laid eyes on her, my heart stuttered in my chest, as if sensing the profound impact she would have on me. Her name was (Y/N), a classmate whose vibrant energy and captivating smile immediately caught my attention. There was an undeniable magnetism in the way she carried herself—a blend of confidence, kindness, and a touch of mischief that left me yearning to unravel the layers beneath.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, our paths intertwined, leading to countless conversations and stolen glances across the classroom. It was through these moments that I discovered the depths of her intellect and the nuances of her character. (Y/N) possessed an insatiable curiosity and a hunger for knowledge that mirrored my own, igniting a connection that extended far beyond surface-level small talk.

But it wasn't just her mind that drew me in; it was the way she made me feel—alive, seen, and understood. In her presence, the weight of the world seemed to lift, and for those fleeting moments, I could let go of my responsibilities as Spider-Man and simply be Miles. She saw beyond the mask and believed in the person I aspired to become, not just the hero I was destined to be.

Yet, amidst the blossoming friendship and the tantalizing possibility of something more, doubts and insecurities began to gnaw at the edges of my mind. How could I, a masked vigilante burdened with the weight of responsibility, possibly make room for love in my life? The fear of putting (Y/N) in danger and the worry that my dual identity would inevitably complicate our connection became constant companions, casting shadows over the nascent romance that flickered between us.

But love, as I would soon learn, has a way of defying logic and breaking down barriers. It was during a pivotal moment—when the world teetered on the edge of chaos—that our paths intersected once again, intertwining our fates inextricably. In the face of danger, the masks we wore became irrelevant, and the truth of our hearts bared itself, vulnerable yet resolute.

As the city trembled with uncertainty, I discovered that love is not merely a distraction from duty but a powerful catalyst, fueling the strength and determination within me. It was in (Y/N)'s unwavering support and belief in my ability to protect both the city and the fragile connection we shared that I found solace and renewed purpose.

In the ever-evolving tapestry of life, love can be both a beacon of hope and a catalyst for change. It has the power to redefine boundaries and challenge preconceived notions, reminding us that we are not defined solely by our titles or responsibilities. With (Y/N) by my side, I discovered that I could be both Spider-Man and Miles Morales—a hero and a young man navigating the labyrinthine paths of love and self-discovery.

As I reflect upon the twists and turns that led me to this moment, I am grateful for the serendipity that brought (Y/N) into my life. She is not just my classmate or a fleeting crush; she is the spark that ignites my spirit and reminds me of the boundless capacity of the human heart.

Asking Them Out On A Date:

The hallways of Brooklyn Visions Academy buzzed with youthful energy as students hurried to their classes, their minds preoccupied with the daily whirlwind of high school life. Amidst the chaos, my attention was fixated on one person—(Y/N). The way she effortlessly captivated the room, her infectious smile, and the sparkle in her eyes ignited a fire within me. I knew, in that moment, that I had to gather the courage to ask her out on a date.

As days turned into weeks, my admiration for (Y/N) grew deeper, and our friendship flourished. We shared laughter, secrets, and countless meaningful conversations that only strengthened the bond between us. However, beneath the ease of our connection, there was a lingering uncertainty that plagued my thoughts. Would she ever see me as more than a friend? Could I muster the bravery to take our relationship to the next level?

Confidence was never my strong suit, but with (Y/N), I felt compelled to push past my comfort zone. The idea of asking her out filled me with a mix of excitement and nervousness, like a spider dangling from its silk, teetering on the edge of uncertainty. I yearned for the chance to explore something deeper with her, to take our friendship to uncharted territories.

One afternoon, as the sun cast its warm glow across the city, I found myself standing in front of (Y/N), my heart pounding in my chest. The words I had rehearsed a thousand times in my mind suddenly felt inadequate, unable to capture the depth of my feelings. In that moment, I decided to let authenticity guide me, to speak from the heart without any pretense or artifice.

With a deep breath, I mustered the courage to ask her out on a date. The vulnerability of that moment was both terrifying and exhilarating. I laid bare my intentions, sharing my hopes and fears, and expressing how much she meant to me. It was as if the world around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us standing there, suspended in a moment of possibility.

Her response was everything I had hoped for and more. A smile blossomed on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and delight. It was a magical moment—a recognition that our connection held the potential for something extraordinary. She accepted my invitation with a resounding yes, her excitement mirroring my own.

In the days leading up to our date, anticipation coursed through my veins. Thoughts of what to wear, where to go, and how to make this night unforgettable occupied my mind. I wanted to create an experience that would reflect the depth of my feelings for (Y/N), to show her how much she meant to me.

Finally, the night arrived—a blend of nerves and excitement swirling within me. As we embarked on our adventure together, exploring the city streets illuminated by the city lights, it felt as though time had suspended, allowing us to exist in a bubble of possibility. We laughed, shared stories, and discovered new facets of each other's personalities.

As the evening drew to a close, and I walked (Y/N) to her doorstep, I felt a profound sense of gratitude. Our date had surpassed my wildest dreams, creating memories that would be etched in my heart forever. It was not just about the experience itself but the connection we had cultivated—a bond that continued to grow stronger with each passing moment.

As I reflect on that pivotal moment when I asked (Y/N) out on a date, I am reminded of the power of vulnerability and taking risks. It was a leap of faith, an act of courage that allowed me to not only express my feelings but also to open the door to a realm of love and companionship. It taught me that sometimes, the greatest rewards come when we step outside our comfort zones and embrace the unknown.

Asking Them To Be His Girlfriend:

The halls of Brooklyn Visions Academy echoed with the energy of students rushing from one class to another. Amidst the whirlwind of teenage life, there was one person who stood out from the crowd—(Y/N). Her presence filled every room she entered, and her infectious smile had the power to brighten even the gloomiest of days. We had been friends for quite some time, and as our connection deepened, so did my feelings for her. The moment had come to take a leap of faith and ask (Y/N) to be my girlfriend.

The realization that I wanted to be more than just friends with (Y/N) had slowly taken root within me, blossoming like a delicate flower. Our friendship had become a haven, a place where I could be myself without fear of judgment or pretense. Her laughter became the soundtrack to my happiness, and her understanding was a balm to my soul. It was clear that my feelings for her ran deep, and I couldn't ignore them any longer.

But with the certainty of my emotions also came a fear of what could be lost. The thought of risking our friendship for the possibility of something more sent shivers down my spine. What if she didn't feel the same way? Would our connection be irreparably damaged? These questions haunted my mind, but deep down, I knew that taking a chance was the only way to truly understand the potential of our relationship.

One sunny afternoon, as the school bell rang, signaling the end of another day, I found myself standing before (Y/N), my heart pounding in my chest. The weight of my words felt heavy, as if the fate of our friendship hung in the balance. Yet, I knew that honesty was the only path forward.

Summoning every ounce of courage within me, I took a deep breath and confessed my feelings. I told her how much she meant to me, how her presence in my life had brought joy and light. I expressed my desire to take our friendship to the next level, to explore the possibility of a romantic relationship. It was a vulnerable moment, baring my heart and soul, uncertain of what her response would be.

The seconds that followed my confession felt like an eternity. (Y/N) looked at me, her eyes searching mine, and a mixture of surprise and contemplation played across her face. The silence stretched between us, until finally, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

She spoke softly, her words carrying a warmth that melted away my fears. She revealed that she had been grappling with similar emotions, unsure of how to bridge the gap between friendship and something more. The air crackled with a newfound understanding, as we realized that our hearts beat in sync, yearning for a deeper connection.

In that moment, everything changed. What was once an unspoken connection blossomed into a shared understanding. We took each other's hands, a symbolic gesture of unity and trust. It was official—we were now a couple, embarking on a journey of love and discovery together.

The days that followed were filled with the intoxicating joy of new love. We spent hours talking, laughing, and exploring the city hand in hand. Our connection deepened as we discovered new layers of each other's personalities, creating a tapestry of shared experiences and cherished memories. Love had transformed our friendship into something even more beautiful—a partnership built on trust, communication, and a shared vision of the future.

As I reflect upon that pivotal moment when I asked (Y/N) to be my girlfriend, I am reminded of the power of vulnerability and the rewards that come from taking risks. It was a leap of faith, a declaration of my feelings that opened the door to a world of love and companionship. In (Y/N), I found not only a girlfriend but also a confidante and a source of support, and a kindred spirit who understood me in ways no one else did.

Where He Saves Them As Spider-Man:

Within the labyrinthine halls of Brooklyn Visions Academy, a secret weighed heavily on my shoulders—one that separated me from the girl who had captured my heart, (Y/N). While our connection had deepened and our love had blossomed, she remained oblivious to my true identity as Spider-Man, the masked hero who had saved her life. This is the story of how I navigated the delicate balance between love and secrecy, as the Guardian of Secrets.

It began with a chance encounter, an unforeseen twist of fate that drew me into (Y/N)'s orbit. As our friendship grew, my admiration for her flourished alongside an unwavering desire to keep her safe. But beneath the veneer of our blossoming romance lay the weight of the secret that threatened to tear us apart—a secret that I was Spider-Man, the masked vigilante who patrolled the city's streets.

I had chosen to keep my alter ego hidden from (Y/N) out of fear. Fear of endangering her life, fear of complicating our relationship, and fear of the burden that being a hero would place on us both. The thought of exposing her to the perils that came with my dual life filled me with trepidation, and I convinced myself that protecting her meant keeping my secret hidden.

As (Y/N) and I spent more time together, our connection deepened, and I reveled in the joy of her presence. But with every laugh, every shared moment, the weight of my secret grew heavier. I watched her, day in and day out, oblivious to the fact that I had saved her life multiple times, oblivious to the risks I took to protect the city, and oblivious to the sacrifices I made to keep her safe.

There were moments when the truth teetered on the tip of my tongue, when I yearned to share the depths of my love and the battles I fought in the name of justice. But each time, doubt and fear clutched at my heart, pushing the truth back into the recesses of my mind. I convinced myself that protecting her innocence and preserving the sanctity of our relationship were more important than the temporary relief of unburdening myself.

In my quest to keep (Y/N) safe, I doubled my efforts as Spider-Man. The city became my canvas, and I darted through the night, defending the innocent and battling the forces of evil. With each victory, a bittersweet feeling washed over me—a mixture of pride and longing. I yearned to share these triumphs with (Y/N), to let her into the depths of my soul, but the walls of secrecy remained firmly intact.

As time passed, the strain of my double life grew more apparent. The nights spent fighting crime left their mark, both physically and emotionally. The constant vigilance and the weight of the city's safety bore down on me, chipping away at the joy and lightness that (Y/N) brought into my life. It became a delicate balancing act, trying to be both the hero she needed and the boyfriend she deserved.

But secrets have a way of unraveling, of demanding to be heard. And so it was that on a fateful day, as danger once again loomed on the horizon, (Y/N) found herself entangled in a web of peril. In that moment, as I witnessed the threat closing in, a clarity washed over me—a realization that the truth could no longer be hidden.

Without hesitation, I donned my mask and swung into action, navigating the chaos to reach (Y/N) in her moment of need. As I fought to keep her safe, a new layer of vulnerability settled upon me.

In the aftermath of the battle, when the dust settled and the danger subsided, (Y/N) looked at me with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and awe. It was a defining moment—a juncture at which the path before us diverged into uncharted territory.

As I reflect upon the journey that led me to saving (Y/N), my girlfriend, I am reminded of the fragility of secrets and the transformative power of trust. While I had chosen to shield her from the truth, I now understand that true love can only thrive in an environment of honesty and openness. Our relationship, once built on the foundation of shared experiences and unspoken admiration, now had the potential to flourish in the light of truth.

In Which He Confesses His Secret:

The night was filled with a palpable tension as I swung through the city streets, adrenaline coursing through my veins. The battle had been fierce, but I had emerged victorious once again, saving the life of the girl who had captured my heart—(Y/N). Now, as I carried her safely in my arms, I knew the time had come to reveal the truth—the truth about who I truly was and the extraordinary powers that coursed through my veins.

It was an evening tinged with both trepidation and anticipation as I made my way to (Y/N)'s home. The weight of my secret had burdened me for far too long, and I knew that the time had come to unmask the hero within. As I landed gracefully on the rooftop, my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and hope. Would she understand? Would she accept me, not just as Miles Morales but as Spider-Man?

Taking a deep breath, I entered through (Y/N)'s window, my heart racing as I gently set her down on her bed. She stirred slightly, the remnants of the ordeal still etched on her face, but her eyes flickered open, capturing my gaze. It was in that moment, with the moonlight casting a soft glow on her face, that I knew I had to share my truth, no matter the consequences.

Sitting beside her, I reached out and took her hand, the warmth of her touch grounding me in the reality of our connection. With a mixture of apprehension and determination, I began to reveal the secrets that had defined my life.

"(Y/N), there's something I need to tell you," I started, my voice tinged with emotion. "I'm not just an ordinary guy. I have a secret—a secret that I've kept from you for far too long."

As the words tumbled from my lips, I watched her face contort in a blend of confusion and surprise. It was a daunting task, trying to explain the intricacies of my life as both Miles Morales and Spider-Man, but I pressed on, determined to be honest with her.

"I'm Spider-Man," I confessed, the weight of the revelation hanging heavily in the air. "I have these incredible powers that allow me to do things that seem impossible. The city is my responsibility, and I've dedicated myself to protecting it."

Her eyes widened as she absorbed the enormity of my revelation. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, and a mixture of disbelief and wonder played across her face.

"I've been the one watching over you, keeping you safe," I continued, my voice filled with both relief and vulnerability. "Every time danger threatened, I was there, fighting to protect you and everyone else in this city."

A myriad of emotions flickered in her eyes—surprise, awe, and a hint of fear. I held my breath, uncertain of how she would react to this truth that I had held so close to my heart.

"(Y/N), I understand if this is too much to process," I said gently, my voice filled with an unspoken plea for understanding. "But I needed to share this with you because you mean everything to me. You are the reason I fight, the reason I strive to be better. I couldn't bear to keep this secret from you any longer."

Silence settled between us, as the weight of my confession hung heavy in the air. The room felt charged with anticipation, the outcome of our future unknown.

And then, a smile played on (Y/N)'s lips—a smile that spoke of acceptance, understanding, and a willingness to embrace the truth. Her hand tightened around mine, and she looked into my eyes with a newfound resolve.

"Miles, I don't know exactly what to say, but I want you to know that I'm here for you," she said, her voice filled with a quiet strength. "You've been protecting me all this time, and I trust you. Your secret doesn't change how I feel about you."

Relief washed over me, like a gentle tide lapping against the shore. In (Y/N)'s eyes, I saw acceptance, love, and a belief in the person I was beneath the mask.

As the night wore on, we sat together, sharing stories and baring our souls. I explained to her how I had acquired my powers—the bite of a radioactive spider that had granted me extraordinary abilities. I told her about the responsibility I felt to use these powers for good, to protect the innocent, and to stand up for what was right.

In the depths of that conversation, I felt a deeper connection form between us. (Y/N) not only accepted me as Spider-Man but also embraced the duality of my life. She understood the sacrifices I made, the dangers I faced, and the unwavering commitment that fueled my actions.

In that moment, our love transcended the boundaries of the ordinary. (Y/N) saw the hero within me, not just the boy she had come to care for. She became a partner, a confidante, and a source of strength, sharing in the weight of my secret and supporting me on my journey.

As I reflect upon that pivotal moment when I revealed my true identity to (Y/N), I am reminded of the power of trust and the transformative nature of honesty. The journey from secrecy to vulnerability was not an easy one, but it forged a bond between us that was unbreakable. (Y/N) became not just my girlfriend but also my ally, standing by my side as we navigated the challenges that lay ahead.

Where His Parents Meet Her:

The day dawned with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I prepared to introduce (Y/N), my girlfriend, to my parents. The time had come to bridge the gap between the two worlds that defined me—the world of my responsibilities as Spider-Man and the world of my family. This is the story of how (Y/N) and I embarked on the journey to meet my parents, a step that would weave the threads of our lives even closer together.

As I swung through the city, my mind was filled with anticipation and questions. Would my parents accept (Y/N)? Would they understand the complexities of my life and the sacrifices I made to keep the city safe? Bringing (Y/N) into my family's fold meant exposing her to a world that had long remained hidden from her—an intricately woven tapestry of love, support, and the weight of responsibility.

Arriving at my childhood home, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the reunion. The door swung open, and my parents stood before me, their eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and joy. They welcomed me with open arms, their love serving as an anchor amidst the chaos of my double life.

And then, it was time for the moment I had been both anticipating and dreading—to introduce (Y/N) to my parents. She stood beside me, her hand clasped tightly in mine, as we stepped into the embrace of my family's warmth.

"(Y/N), these are my parents," I introduced her, a mix of pride and nerves in my voice. "Mom, Dad, this is (Y/N)."

Tension hung in the air as my parents' eyes flickered between (Y/N) and me. They studied her, taking in the gentle smile on her lips and the spark of curiosity in her eyes. It was as if they were searching for something deeper—a connection that extended beyond mere appearances.

"(Y/N), it's wonderful to finally meet you," my mother said, breaking the silence. Her voice was filled with warmth and genuine interest. "Miles has told us so much about you."

Relief washed over me as my parents extended their hospitality, inviting us into their home. The anxiety I had carried with me began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of comfort and belonging.

Over the course of the evening, stories were shared, laughter filled the air, and the divide between my life as Miles Morales and my life as Spider-Man began to blur. My parents listened with rapt attention as (Y/N) spoke about her passions, her dreams, and her unwavering support for me. It was in those moments that I saw the acceptance in their eyes—the recognition that (Y/N) was not just another girl in my life but someone who had become an integral part of it.

As the evening wore on, my parents began to share stories of my childhood, of my dreams of making a difference in the world even before I had acquired my powers. They spoke of their pride in the person I had become, of their unwavering support for my endeavors, both as their son and as Spider-Man.

In the depth of those conversations, (Y/N) witnessed the love that my parents had showered upon me throughout the years—a love that extended beyond the masks we wear and the responsibilities we shoulder. They saw me for who I truly was, and in their acceptance of (Y/N), they acknowledged the significance she held in my life.

The evening came to a close, and as (Y/N) and I prepared to leave, my parents pulled us into a warm embrace, their words of love and encouragement lingering in the air. It was a bittersweet moment, as the tapestry of our lives became more intertwined, merging the worlds of family and love.

In the days and weeks that followed, (Y/N) and I reflected on the significance of that meeting—the introduction of my girlfriend to my parents. We marveled at the seamless way our lives had merged, the way (Y/N) had seamlessly become a part of my family. We reveled in the acceptance and love that had been extended to her, knowing that our relationship had gained an even deeper foundation.

As I reflect upon the journey that led (Y/N) to meet my parents, I am reminded of the power of connection and the beauty that exists when our different worlds collide. (Y/N) became not just my girlfriend but a part of my family—a testament to the depth of our love and the bond we shared. Our relationship transcended the boundaries of individuality, weaving together the tapestry of our lives with threads of acceptance, support, and shared values.

In the chapters to come, dear reader, I invite you to witness the evolution of our relationship—the triumphs, the trials, and the delicate balance between love, family, and the responsibilities I bear. Together, let us explore the power of acceptance, the strength that emerges from unity, and the profound connection that lies at the heart of a love that spans across worlds.

In Which He Meets The Parents:

The sun hung low in the sky as (Y/N) and I made our way to her childhood home. The air crackled with anticipation, mirroring the nervous energy coursing through my veins. It was a pivotal moment in our relationship, as (Y/N) had invited me to meet her parents—a step that would bridge the gap between our two worlds. This is the story of how I embarked on a journey into the heart of (Y/N)'s family, navigating the unfamiliar terrain with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

As we approached the front door, my heart pounded in my chest. Meeting parents was always a nerve-wracking experience, but this time, the stakes felt higher. (Y/N) held my hand, her touch providing a steadying presence amidst the jumble of emotions. We shared a glance, a mixture of determination and uncertainty reflected in our eyes, before ringing the doorbell.

The door swung open, revealing (Y/N)'s parents, their faces painted with curiosity and warmth. Their eyes landed on me, and I felt a surge of vulnerability. It was as if they were assessing not just the person standing before them, but the love and connection I shared with their daughter—a connection that had become an integral part of both our lives.

"(Y/N), it's so good to see you," her mother greeted with a smile, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "And you must be Miles. We've heard so much about you."

The knot in my stomach eased slightly as (Y/N)'s parents welcomed me into their home, their kindness enveloping me like a comforting embrace. As we settled into conversation, I began to understand the source of (Y/N)'s own light—the love and support that emanated from her parents.

Over the course of the evening, we shared stories and laughter, unraveling the layers of our lives and allowing the threads of connection to weave between us. I spoke of my dreams, my aspirations, and the lessons I had learned on my journey as Spider-Man. Their eyes shone with a mixture of intrigue and pride, recognizing the passion and determination that fueled my endeavors.

In turn, (Y/N)'s parents shared tales of her childhood—of her vibrant spirit, her unwavering resilience, and the love she had brought into their lives. It was in those stories that I saw the origins of the remarkable person (Y/N) had become—the strength and character that had drawn me to her.

As the evening wore on, (Y/N)'s parents posed questions, delving deeper into my life and my aspirations. They sought to understand the person standing before them—the one who had captured their daughter's heart. Their genuine curiosity and open-mindedness created a space in which I felt seen and accepted.

It was a pivotal moment when (Y/N)'s parents turned their attention to her, their expressions filled with a mix of tenderness and admiration.

"(Y/N), we can see the love you share with Miles," her father said, his voice filled with genuine emotion. "You've brought someone into our lives who is not just a part of your story but a part of our family. We're grateful for that."

The weight on my shoulders lifted as their words washed over me, filling me with a sense of belonging. (Y/N)'s parents not only acknowledged the significance of our relationship but embraced it, recognizing that our love had become a thread interwoven into the fabric of their lives.

In the days and weeks that followed, (Y/N) and I reflected on the significance of that meeting—the introduction of me to her parents. We marveled at the seamless way our lives had merged, the acceptance and love that had been extended to me. We reveled in the knowledge that our relationship had gained an even deeper foundation, strengthened by the embrace of (Y/N)'s family.

As I reflect upon the journey that led me to meet (Y/N)'s parents, I am reminded of the power of acceptance and the beauty that exists when two worlds collide. The connection between (Y/N) and me became not just a bond between two individuals but a bridge between families—a testament to the strength of our love and the shared values that united us.

In Which She’s His Canon Event:

Life is a tapestry woven with joy and sorrow, triumphs and tragedies. Within this intricate fabric, there are moments that shape our very existence—events that become part of our personal canon, forever etched in our hearts and minds. For me, that canon event was the profound impact of (Y/N), my girlfriend, whose presence in my life forever changed the trajectory of my journey. This is the story of how (Y/N) became my canon event, a force that shaped my world, and how her presence continues to resonate within me.

I first met (Y/N) amidst the bustling halls of Brooklyn Visions Academy, a beacon of light in the sea of faces. From the moment our eyes met, there was an unspoken connection—a pull that drew me closer to her. With time, our friendship grew, nurturing the seeds of something deeper, something extraordinary.

As our bond deepened, (Y/N) became my constant companion, the person I turned to for support, guidance, and understanding. We laughed together, shared dreams and fears, and explored the complexities of life side by side. In her presence, I found solace, comfort, and a kindred spirit who understood me in ways no one else could.

The love that blossomed between us became the foundation of my world—a beacon of light amidst the darkness that sometimes shrouded my path. With her unwavering support, I found the courage to face my challenges, to embrace my responsibilities as both Miles Morales and Spider-Man. She became my inspiration, my pillar of strength, and my reason to persevere.

But within the tapestry of life, there are threads of sorrow that weave alongside joy. It was during a fateful battle—a battle that demanded everything of me—that (Y/N) found herself in the crossfire. The weight of the moment settled upon my shoulders, igniting a fire within me to protect her at all costs.

As I fought with every ounce of strength, I watched in horror as (Y/N) was gravely injured. Time seemed to slow, the world fading into the background as I rushed to her side. With trembling hands, I cradled her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her fading presence.

The anguish that flooded my heart was immeasurable as I realized the magnitude of the situation. I pleaded, I fought, but ultimately, I had to accept the painful truth—(Y/N) was slipping away, her life slipping through my fingers.

In those final moments, I held her close, whispering words of love and gratitude. I thanked her for being my canon event, for lighting up my world, and for teaching me the power of love and connection. Her presence had forever changed me, leaving an indelible mark upon my soul.

As (Y/N) took her last breath in my arms, a part of me shattered—a part that could never be fully repaired. The pain of loss enveloped me, threatening to consume everything I held dear. I felt a profound emptiness, a void that echoed with her absence.

In the aftermath of (Y/N)'s passing, I faced the daunting task of navigating a world that suddenly seemed devoid of color and purpose. Grief wrapped its tendrils around me, threatening to suffocate my spirit. But within that darkness, a flicker of her memory shone brightly—a reminder of the love we shared, the moments we cherished, and the lessons she had imparted.

Though (Y/N) was no longer physically present, her legacy lived on within me. Her spirit became my guiding light, pushing me forward, urging me to carry on, even when the weight of the world felt unbearable. She became a part of my canon, a defining moment that shaped my perspective, my purpose, and my path.

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traincat · 11 months

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I know you haven't been following Zeb Wells run because you love yourself and you are a beautiful human being, but I know you saw that leak.

And sis, fuck it, just let Miles be Amazing Spider-Man. This whole Peter Parker thing? Tank that shit. Years ago, you suggested this and I, an avid Miles Morales fan, disagreed, but now...Norman Osborn is the good guy and genius now, Ned Leeds is happily married to the woman he abused with a kid, and apparently someone cloned Gwen Stacy to sleep with her best friend's father in a some twisted bed trick and I AM SO FUCKING DONE!

No, I am sick of the misogyny of these past three writers. I was sick when you had "Superior" Spock beat down Felicia Hardy and it being touted as "cool" and how awesome Otto was while he objectified and leered at Mary Jane in Peter's body or used Peter's memories with Mary Jane as his own porn take. I was sick of Cindy Moon being used as a glorified Axe Commercial power fantasy of Peter being oh so irresistible that she can't keep her hands off of him and some twisted Asian fetish! I am sick of a writer stating MJ has no real value as a love interest to Peter because she doesn't care about real things! I am sick of the background routine violence of different variances of sexual assault such as Michelle Rodriguez getting assaulted by Chameleon because she thought it was Peter, Anna Marie getting assaulted by SpOck because she thought it was Peter and after the fact still fancying the guy who tricked her, Betty Brant getting impregnated by the clone of her abusive husband because what is the point of being a woman in Spider-Man if you aren't sleeping with Peter and not married?

You kill Kamala Khan? Sure, it's to bring her back as a mutant but you do it in Peter's book? Yes, Kamala Khan, famously known as Spider-Man character, dies in a plotline that had nothing to do with her. Peter has no connection to her. And you fridged her? For Peter's angst?! While you have MJ and FUCKING Paul eloping in the background!? I am over this shit. Bring on Miles.

I was actually going to wait until "the most shocking issue ever" was released to catch up on Wells' run and then I saw the leaked spoilers and then Marvel confirmed the leaked spoilers and then there was no avoiding the leaked spoilers. And like to be completely fair I did not see this ending coming. I don't think even the most out there comic bookies had "Kamala Khan dies in a Spider-Man book" on the odds. It's just a completely ludicrous choice on every level, unless your only marketing strategy is to cause outrage.

It's sort of weird because up until this point I think my biggest complaint about this run wasn't unique to it specifically -- my complaints were things that the Spencer and Slott runs had also done, and to a lesser extent, mostly because of time restraints, the various short-lived Spider-Man tie-ins and events. (Beyond was a mess, and while Wells was leading it, there's multiple people to blame there.) It's all well and good that people are saying it took too long to reveal the bad guy of this storyline, because it did, but compared to the seventy issues it took them to reveal Kindred's identity, this has been fast-paced for modern Peter Spider-Man comics (which is a problem in and of itself). Like if I had to pick one Wells-specific complaint before this point, I'd have to say that the way he withholds information doesn't actually serve his storytelling -- it makes readers frustrated, not intrigued, to be confronted by things like Paul and MJ's mystery kids. It's similar to how there was obviously something wrong with Ben Reilly in Beyond, but the story took far too long to reveal what it was. I think the flash forward in Amazing Spider-Man and questions like "what did Peter do" hurt it far more than it helped to build up any sort of reader curiosity. It doesn't help that those storylines ultimately don't lead anywhere, it's just red herrings and desperate scrambling all the way down, but this time with Wells bringing up a storyline I best remember as "pretty boring" that he wrote in 2008. I genuinely don't believe anyone out there was asking for a The Last Nameless Day sequel. (Does anyone even remember The Last Nameless Day.)

And the "shocking ending" they've been teasing this entire time is killing Kamala Khan in a totally unrelated superhero's book with no catharsis and no meaning for the actual character, and framing Peter front and center on the cover of her announced memorial issue. It's deeply tasteless, stupid, and offensive, even more so because we know she'll almost definitely be brought back in a few months in time for the release of The Marvels movie. I had been kind of side-eyeing this run having Kamala intern for Norman Osborn, because she's a top ten character I want Norman to stay away from, and that they did that with the intent most likely of killing her off all along is just so tasteless. And you're right, the misogyny in the recent years has gotten really out of control, even as they try to spackle over it with girl powers moments you can crop down to a single panel, recirculate around social media, and feel good about devoid of context. There's been a lot of fridgings (Mattie Franklin, Ashley Kafka, Marla Jameson) but they were all of Spider-Man characters. If Marvel has a headlinining, incredibly popular, marginalized teen girl character, and they're going to kill her off for shock value or to reset her powers in keeping with the movies or whatever, they should at least have the grace to do it in her own book and not in a highly criticized Spider-Man run. It's clear these problems are going way higher on the Marvel ladder.

I would rather they kill Peter 100%! And this has nothing to do with the "twist ending" because it definitely wouldn't fix that, but I really do think at this point that the only way to fix a lot of the damage that's been done to Peter Spider-Man on such a deep level is to kill him for a few years. Like at least five. It'll give some purpose to the endless amounts of spinoff books (who was asking for a Red Goblin Normie Osborn spinoff) and provide enough time for things to settle enough for a soft reset.

#*replies #traincat talks comics #wednesday spoilers/#i'm tagging just in case even though it's very hard to miss them at this point #since marvel's strategy seems to be plaster it everywhere

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awkwarddork-0 · 5 days

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do you have voice claims for ur characters or any canon characters?

I do have a few, but it's nothing too serious for now. They will be most likely changed at some point :>

Ichi (Ghidorah) - Dottore (Genshin Impact)