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patheticbatman · 3 months

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I haven't seen any posts about this yet but l've seen some fan art that makes me feel this needs to be said:

Don't forget Leah Sava Jeffries has darker skin when making Annabeth Chase fan art!

She is much closer to Lupita Nyong'o than Zoe Kravitz when it comes to shading, reflection, and complementary color usage :).

Lighting for dark skin is different on light skin. Light skin gets changed by lighting, and dark skin reflects the lighting. Below is a lovely shot of Nyong'o's character from Wakanda Forever in mourning. The filmmakers emphasize the umber qualities of her skin in contrast to the funereal white and (arguably harsh) light across her shoulder below.

Try to pick spots that aren't directly in or near the light, and try mixing 3 or more! You can put it into a color mixer online, or even color pick, lower the opacity, and lay the shades over each other until you find one that fits. And of course, the more 'realistic' you want to go with shading and lighting, the more shades you're going to want to be able to explore vivaciously :D.

Let's take a look at the same 3 beautiful actresses I mentioned at the beginning, with a bad color picked area and a better-ish color picked area. (Please keep in mind, these are not perfect comparisons, as I was not able to find pictures of all 3 actresses under the same kind of lighting.)

Kravitz's has a clear difference between the two, but they aren't too far apart, in comparison to Nyong’o’s and Jeffries’s. Note the dullness in the poorly picked shades as opposed to the better ones. Also keep in mind that while Kravitz has a rosy undertone (at least in that picture - it’s from The Batman, which has stylized coloring) Nyong’o has a slight cool undertone (I can’t pin down quite what, but the picture is definitely not stylized like Kravitz’s).

Jeffries runs more ochre or russet, but neither of those are pink. They are more red than terracotta or umber, but to call Jeffries’s face rosy would be wrong. Err more towards the golden when drawing her.

^^saved an image from a writing tutorial long ago, but can’t seem to find it. If someone recognizes it, I’ll link it. EDIT: it’s from this post. Thanks @autumnrowancollector ! <3

And also, the darker skin gets, the less likely warm undertones are going to appear. Don't be afraid to use blue or purple or even green on occasion!

Additionally, cool lighting on dark skin is always a win imo.

(I was going to use that picture of Jeffries as Annabeth by the lightning bolt, but then I realized the lighting on her face doesn’t quite match up with where it should hit from that angle, and I realized they kind of just turned everything bluer, so screenshot time!)

(Also if you want another really great live action example, check out anything Aldis Hodge is in, like Leverage and Black Adam)(and of course there’s Spiderverse <3 but I want to post pictures of Hodge)

Now, to here’s a list of more experienced people’s advice:

Black facial features & hair

Shading digitally for a (somewhat) monotone Black character

Stylistic choices and places to start looking for inspiration (besides a search engine).

Coloring Black people’s lips

A better coloration tutorial

Also a nice tutorial for Indigenous skin tones, just in case yall want to draw Piper or use this information for other dark skinned characters :).

EDIT: Some actresses who are closer in skintone to use for Annabeth, provided by the lovely @blackfemmecharacterdependency ! If you can’t find a reference for Jeffries in a specific lighting, maybe check out these ladies’ pictures! It’s a reblog, so scroll down.

TLDR: Don’t make Annabeth pink and pale, make her dark and golden.

#Annabeth chase #Percy Jackson #percabeth #leah sava jeffries #pjo #leah jeffries #art tutorial #percy jackon and the olympians #I love superheroes and so of course all of the actors I thought of were from superhero movies lmao #also for the record my advice is mostly from reading others’ tutorials and observation #and I don’t really use it a lot because I stick to lineart a lot lol #like down to mentioning Hodge (love himmmm) as a reference for good lighting on dark skin #there’s another post floating around here that specifically mentions him and Leverage for that #I’m tagging this as an art tutorial but really i want it to be more of a master post #master post so yall can see the tutorials I usually use #but then I ended up writing about Jeffries specifically because I’m dumb #I wanted to go to sleep four hours ago I’m dumb #I really want to draw her and ginger Percy but #irl it’s starting to get busy at school again :/

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splattacktastic · 7 months

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RP Interest post┊┊┊✧ AU Edition

To read about my preferences, writing style and rules (I guess??), see here! Pretty please with sprinkles on top♡

I will not respond through likes/interaction on the post. Instructions on how to contact me are at the end.

|CanonxOc|Doubles|Fandom|

Fandoms I'm Seeking:

Spiderverse (Priority)

Overwatch

Resident Evil

Hello! I am Chainsaw or Fami, whatever you wanna call me.

|20|She/Her|EST|

I write, MxF, M//, F//

I prefer to write on Discord, I also primarily dabble in Canon/OC (doubles ehehe). I also prefer that anyone I write with is 18+ for my own comfort. NSFW can come about, but ideally it's not the main topic.

I’m currently in college, my semester has started! So activity varies but, largely I'll be in ooc if needed. I don't shut up if given the room. I will say that my posting time may be boiled down to once a week/twice a week, it all depends on my assignments and workload. I strongly ask, no beg, of you not to nudge/bump/or poke me. It's a zero tolerant thing due to past experiences.

I do adore ooc and getting to know my partners. I do play a few games so I’m happy to add anyone to my friends list. I love making fan art of our characters + ships, chatting about head canons, playlets, etc ,etc. I don’t shut up! I love babbling about stupid stuff, I am insane!

Today, I'm asking for some AU related content, a bit tired of direct canon especially since I get burnt out easy on it lololol. So, here are some ideas for AUs regarding each fandom, please keep in mind that this is just want I want for myself! I can do anything (within reason) for your side <3

Fandom Info + Interests

Spiderverse

Okay guys, DONT LAUGH, but what I have in mind is something...with merfolk. There's a bunch of prompts I've seen regarding a mermaid AU and it's been rattling in my head. I have like things written down for like possible world ideas n stuff.

Characters I'm seeking: Miguel O'Hara, Peter B Parker

>If someone could write something poly for those two with me, you have my heart <3

Characters I can write: Gwen Stacy (selective), Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Spot (Jonathan Ohnn) Pavitr Prabhakar, Lyla, Peter B Parker. A lot more, just ask!

I've lifted the Miguel ban, I'm willing to write him in this AU. Especially if it's with him being the merman cuz...I have ideas.

I have interest in wanting to write Hobie (really want to practice his muse), Lyla and Pav the most, mostly because all those little fics and comics I write are rotting my brain. But seriously, I'm happy to write anyone, I want to better my muses!!

Overwatch

So, I have this oc that in the ow verse, is like a omnic leaning towards the human side in physical characteristics. So I was thinking something with a dystopian world similar to Detroit: Become Human? Also would be for doing something with the Junkenstein canon...I HAVE IDEAS

Characters I'm seeking: Cole Cassidy <33333

Characters I can write: Literally anyone, I've written Overwatch a lot during the prime days. HOWEVER, I do have a banned muse list. It's pretty short. Not cuz I'm a hater but because I've written them soooo much, too much.

Resident Evil

Kinda feeling a RE muse coming up, don't have much ideas AU wise for this. Can probably do the regular canon with this but yk.

Characters I'm seeking: Carlos Olivera, Leon Kennedy

Characters I can write: Anyone, just ask <3

If this has interested you:

Shoot me a DM!

Just DM me, I hate cold calling people.

#rp interest check #rp finder #discord rp #rp search #canon x oc #canon/oc #spiderverse rp #across the spiderverse #resident evil rp #resident evil #overwatch #overwatch rp

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avatarvyakara · 2 years

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Strands of Webbing

A Spiderverse Fanfic

Prompts 157-168

“Traversing the Web”

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157. Genealogy

"Richard and Mary Parker," says Peter B, writing the names at the top of a piece of paper next to his own.

Noir nods. "Same here. Never met them, though."

"Curtis Parker and Hida Haraka," says Peni.

"I think my mother's name was Susan? She left us a note next to the egg sac."

"Ranjit and Mina Prabhakar," says Pavitr.

"…Peter Parker and Marie-Jane Watson," says Mayday, pointedly.

"Reinhold and Miriam Pauker," says the Cob.

"Albert and Claire Reilly," says Mabel.

"…how did this start?" Miguel asks Miles, from the other side of the room.

The other Spider-Man shrugs. "They started talking about blood types in case anyone needs some for transfusions, and it turned into making a family tree."

Miguel blinks. "But…they're from different universes, so the blood would glitch out of existence inside their bodies anyway—"

"They'll figure it out," Gwen reassures him. "Eventually."

"Why's Pavitr there?"

"Apparently he's got some English blood on his mom's side and they think he might be related."

"And El Porquito?"

"He just turned up. He does that."

"And we wouldn't want it any other way," says Miguel fondly.

158. Tribute

Peni doesn't accept payment for her work. So whenever someone needs something, or has been given something, they leave her snacks and treats instead. Gray has a bit of a minor advantage here—the textures of smells and tastes work on overdrive in his world to counteract the sparsity of colour—and candy buttons from his universe are the most stolen item in her workshop. But she's also developed a taste for peda, which has started a minor black market trade from Pavitr and Roshni's worlds.

Miguel would happily accept payment for his work if literally any of the Spiders around here had any money.

("Put your wallet away, Porquito.")

159. Quarantine

"Dude, if your world's really shutting down because of a global plague…" Gwen begins.

Peter sighs. "Nah, it's fine, guys, it's fine. Spider-Man's still out at work, I can still write science articles, MJ's been editing papers, the villains have actually been lying low for the most part…the only thing that's a bit frustrating is that May gets cranky if she can't go out. Buuuut I think I've found a way around that."

"…Peter."

"What?"

"What?" says Miles, before the answer dawns on him. "Oh. Peter, you didn't…"

"What? She likes the fresh air. You can't get fresh air on the ground in this city." Peter lifts his ten-month-old daughter up to the camera. "Here, May, say hi to Auntie Gwen and Uncle Miles!"

"Baaah!" says May happily, on general principles.

"Aw, hi sweetie!" Gwen coos. "Look at how big you're getting! Peter B. Parker, we are not done here. How are you!"

"Gah!"

"She's gonna say my name first."

"Nuh-uh, it's gonna be me. Hey, May, it's Uncle Miles!"

"Mmmmah!"

"See?"

"You're already daddy's superhero," murmurs Peter to May, who giggles.

160. Student

"You can really teach me?"

The kid has potential, Olivia can admit that to herself. But Carolyn Trainer is a Doctor Octopus for a very different sort of world. She's much more into blending virtual reality and physical than looking for new ones. Reasonable, but not the most transferable of skills. Besides, she's already got a pretty good student back at home, even if she's still waiting for the right time to involve Mr. Morales in her…off-the-books research.

Still, she can definitely pass on a few tips.

"Well, I'll try, kid. First of all…actually, first and foremost, don't get too attached to your mentor figures. You might end up kidnapping them without their realizing it, then having a car thrown at you by their super-powered nephew whom you're now not allowed to kill yourself. That gets annoying."

"I…what?"

161. Forward

"This is Peter Pauker," says Miguel, prodding the Cob forward. "Please don't show him any pirate holos."

Peter, who looks like a half-crazed shaman with a moustache worthy of a cowboy, shiny white glasses, and a raggedy red cloak with a tight hood, is still looking around in astonishment.

"Welcome to Brooklyn, my man!" says Miles, cheerfully.

He's still in his spider-suit. So is Gwen, and Peter B., and Billy, and Ham.

Peter leans over to Miguel.

"You're sure I haven't just joined a cult of demons in Hell, right?"

"Seriously? Not to put too fine a point on it, but you're the one with the fangs."

"To be fair," says Miguel, "this is Brooklyn."

Miles looks mildly insulted. "Hey, not cool."

"What can I say, parcero, the Bronx has you beat no matter the century."

"Just please tell me Staten Island has remained the same," mutters the Cob. "We just managed to get rid of the British a few years ago. You know, the bad ones. It's still got that strength of spirit, right?"

The other Spiders look at one another.

"Dude," says Miles, putting a friendly hand on Peter's shoulder, "I am so sorry."

162. Gradation

“I’m serious,” Peter insists. “Whenever I’m around, the universe just won’t let people swear. If you think it’s a swear word, you can’t use it. It’s a curse. I’ll prove it.”

The pig goes to the fridge, and takes something out. “Miles, what delicious delicacy do I have in my hands?”

“Uh...applesauce?”

“Very good! Tall, dark, and breezy, your turn. What’s this?”

“Miles just said it was [bleep].”

The other Spiders blink.

“[Bleep]. [Bleep]. Jumping catfish, what the...[bleep]. [Bleep].”

“I rest my case,” says Peter, walking out of the room. (With his snack, of course.)

But not far enough that he doesn’t hear Noir suddenly roar, “GODDAMN APPLESAUCE!”

“Peter! Language!”

“...sorry.”

This is apparently too much for the other Spiders, who burst out laughing.

Being a cartoon is fun.

163. Similarity

Sometimes, diplomacy is required.

It's nearly midnight, it's probably somewhere in Japan in the mid-19th Century, and there's a spider-demon at the bottom of a crevice near a waterfall. Trying to hide.

Keep away!

It sounds deep and yet surprisingly feminine. It also manages to sound both alluring and deadly while at the same time conveying a terrible panic.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," calls Peni in what she hopes is the right Japanese for the time. (SP//dr's helping to translate and feeding her the words in her head, but it's not always perfect.) "I'm a friend. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Jorōgumo, down in the crevice, stares at her—and then shakes her many-eyed head in puzzlement.

You're…you're like me?

Peni smiles. "Kind of."

Jorōgumo waves her front legs around in confused despair. But…you're not like me. You're human. Nearly.

"Oh! That extra bit is probably from Takara here," she says, patting SP//dr on the leg. "We're SP//dr—that means, well, spider. We're best friends. And you're a jorōgumo, right? A golden orb spider?"

The spider-spirit nods, miserably. I didn't want to be. I still don't.

Peni sighs. "I don't think you have a choice. But it's okay, you're not alone. There's a whole bunch of us. We can help. It's going to be alright."

There's silence from the crevice.

Can you stop it from happening? whispers Jorōgumo. It gets so hungry. I try to only go after bad guys, but…it keeps coming back.

"I don't know," says Peni. "But I'll try. I promise you. Just…come out. It's okay."

There's a pause, and then a scuttling noise. Slowly but surely, the giant golden spider climbs out of the crevice. As it does, it changes into a young woman, wearing a raggedy red kimono with blue and white wave patterns. (It is August, after all.) She looks strangely familiar.

Peni holds out a hand, which the other Spider takes, and pulls her to the surface. It's not so bad a place, this waterfall, in the moonlight.

"My family name is Pākā. Pākā Peni." She beams, and bows.

The girl—she can't be much older than seventeen (or thirty, or seventy-five)—smiles nervously and bows as well.

"Haraka. Haraka Hida."

…well, that she wasn't expecting.

164. Magnetism

“He’s not too bad-looking,” muses Mayday. “You know, for a guy from the 18th Century.”

“He’s also your father,” says Hobie, bluntly. “Sort of.”

“May has a point, he is right comely,” muses Billy.

“...for you, I have no words.”

“Do you think someone should tell him those are replicas?”

“I want to see how long it takes him to find out.”

Peter Pauker, swinging away at what he knows to be automata dressed as pirates but hoping to put on a decent show for his new friends, is having the time of his life.

165. Dybbuk

"You're actually Peter Parker?" asks Olivia in amazement.

The Superior Spider-Man snorts. "Hardly. I merely took over his body and let his consciousness decay in my own dying form. I like to think I'm putting it to good use."

"As…Spider-Man."

"The Superior Spider-Man, thank you very much."

Well, someone’s proud.

"A psychic transfer…" muses Olivia. "Huh. Do you still have the schematics for that device?"

"I might do. But these are fascinating." Spider-Man is poking at her arms. "A fluid-filled polymer with pulses running through to control movement…oh, marvellous." The mask is removed. Peter Parker stares at her work with a peculiar interest that Olivia's only really seen in the mirror. Even Rosie and Carolyn and Luke were more interested in the person their counterpart was, rather than her tech. Not that she’s one to talk, give her science over people most days of the week, it’s just that it’s…

…actually she's not too sure how she feels about this.

"Guess you didn't need yours anymore, huh." She slowly retracts her arms.

"Oh, you'd be surprised,” says her counterpart, not seeming to notice. “I just swapped them out for a more…lightweight model. Not dissimilar to your own. Now," and Peter Parker sits down while Otto Octavius looks up, "what can you tell me about the multiverse?"

166. Crier

“HEAR YE, HEAR YE! THE MASKED DEMON KNOWN AS THE COB HAS ONCE AGAIN STRUCK UPON OUR BELOVED ISLE! TWO INNOCENT THIEVES WERE...innocent thieves, who wrote this garbage?...TWO INNOCENTS FRIGHTENED NEARLY TO DEATH BY THE SPAWN OF SATAN!”

“...wow,” says Mayday. “Old J. Jonah Jameson actually found his niche. Deafened by the sound of his own voice.”

Peter Pauker laughs, and they go back to leaping across the rooftops.

167. Mayfly

Life is measured differently in the ‘30s. Peter is nineteen; that’s old enough to hold a job, be working for several years, be an adult for two. His older counterpart is thirty-eight; by that age, Peter’s half-surprised he doesn’t have kids already. (Only half; Parker luck probably came into play.) Porker is...actually Porker is probably timeless, which is helpful because it marks him as that much less likely to die on the job. And the rest are just...okay, not children, nearly adults, but so small.

Peni sees it differently, he knows. What to him is the insurmountable gap of years she sees the same way as being born in different weeks of the same month. Kid’s basically got three times the lifespan he hopes for, six times the lifespan he expects. To her, they’re all kids.

(And yet she’s working a job deemed too risky for most adults even in her time. At fourteen—she started a year ago, same as him, but was bitten at nine. For him, a child; for her, basically a baby.

Sometimes he wonders whether her uncle, nice as he seems, actually is Doc Ock, only out to torment his own niece instead of the unsuspecting “lessers” of New York in general. He's half-worried that he'll find out her Aunt May looks like another super-villain—and one-eighth-worried that she wouldn't need to.)

168. First

It is Peter Pauker's terrible misfortune to be in his home dimension when a black portal opens in the air, and three figures drop out over the southern shore of Manhattan.

A black-and-white giant, flashes of red lightning crossing its featureless ebony face to make a hideous expression. A white wraith with terrible burning eyes, smallest—human height—and possibly most terrifying. An enormous black spider—no, not a spider, a harvestman.

They land on the nighttime rooftops, barely seeming to touch the surface.

itsnotthesamewithouthimisit

That's the giant's voice. It bypasses the ears and scares the mind into remembering it. It sounds…oddly feminine. And young. And familiar.

noitsnot

imisshimtoo

That's the harvestman, deep voice sinking through to the bone and freezing it solid. And also familiar.

focus

werenotgoingtoletKarnturningtraitorspoilourhunt

besides

weneedourstrength

theOneWorldsarecloserthanever

That's the wraith’s voice. Familiar, and terrifying for it, because Peter's heard that one in his own universe and he doesn't like the implications one little bit.

icansmellit

itsclose

The black one twitches, glitches, and suddenly is looking directly at Peter.

dontplaywithyourfoodtoday

letsjusteatit

The wraith again. She sounds distinctly annoyed.

icalldibs

The giant's lightning-mouth has split apart, revealing a deep red cavern and a deep black tongue.

youalwayscalldibs

The black harvestman is already spinning out a line of thread between its front limbs. It sounds amused.

imagrowingspider

ineedsomethingsweet

There’s no time for banter. Peter has two choices at this point. Make a jump, and try to fight off these monsters on his own. Or take the Gizmo Device and hide in another world. Get help.

He wouldn't be the Cob if he let others get hurt (again) for work he should be doing. The burden of capacity, Uncle Bernhard always called it.

“You dare to come to my world?” he shouts. “Stealing the voice of the woman I love? You are not welcome in this place, foul impersonators!”

The three demons look at him like cats watching a very angry one-legged mouse.

thevoiceofthewomanitloves

ihopeitsnotyouagainJennix

rememberthatlasttime

That’s...that’s Gwyneth’s voice. Twisted and warped, but it’s her.

hahahaaa

iremember

itwassofunny

iloveyouyouknowido

youcanfightit

iknowyourestillinthere

wellofcourseiamsilly

whereelsewouldibe

howdidittasteMorlun

High-pitched and giggly.

likeautumnleavestumblingthroughasilentcity

Rumbling and soft.

betyouthisonetasteslikecowardice

italreadyreeksoffear

theseshadowsgetmoreandmorerealisticeverytime

“Coward? Hah! Better insults have been spluttered by dying rats!”

oohfeisty

Peter draws his sword and revolver, and leaps. The Cob’s special abilities push him hundreds of feet into the sky...

It occurs to him, as he's high in the air, perhaps a split second too late, that perhaps he's still the Cob in spite of never backing away from a fight—

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galactic-magick · 5 years

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A Little Bit Sinister: Quentin Beck x Reader Pt. 1

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY OTHER STORY “TOGETHER” SO MAKE SURE YOU READ THAT FIRST IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY: Pt.1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Bonus Chapter 1 (Fluff) Bonus Chapter 2 (Ball)

Summary: A sequel to my fic "Together." Y/N is determined to get back at Peter Parker after what he did to her husband, Quentin, and she's going to need some help. ;)

Rating: T

Words: 900+

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any? Yet?

Quentin wakes up in the familiar bed the two of you share, dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He sees you shuffling around with something at a desk across the room.

“Y/N?” he calls.

“Quentin!” you immediately drop what you were fiddling with and run to the bedside. You take his hand in yours. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m-“ he starts to sit up, but immediately falls back in a groan. “I don’t know,”

“Don’t try to move, your wounds are still healing,” you brush your fingers through his hair and kiss him. “I’ll come to you,” you slide under the covers with him and drape his arms around you. There’s a comfortable silence, both of you enjoying each other’s warmth and safety.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry about all this,” he whispers. “I should never have gotten so carried away, I should’ve listened to you,”

“I forgive you,” you press your lips lightly to his, tickling him enough to produce a smile.

“I love you Y/N, more than anything,”

“I know. I love you too,”

“Honey?”

“Hmm?”

“I will give all this up for you, if that’s what you want. We’re on the Avengers’ radar now, so we need to stay low anyway. We could move anywhere you want, leave everything behind, maybe settle down-“

“Quentin, are you crazy?” he squints at your reaction, confused. “You don’t have to give up anything for me, because we started this together. The world still believes you’re a hero, we can’t just throw that away,”

“What do you mean?”

“I did a little something with the footage you got,” you smirk, whipping out your phone and pulling up the video. Quentin watches it, his mouth falling open. You perfectly edited the clips to not only frame your husband as a martyr, but also reveal Peter Parker’s identity to the entire world.

“Holy shit, honey, I can’t believe you did that,” his eyes are still wide. “So does everyone think I’m dead?”

“For now, yes. Besides me and a few people on our team who stuck around,”

“You’re amazing,” he pulls you against him, his lips moving straight for your neck. He presses them against your skin, creating a warm rush down your body. He runs his fingers along your waist and grips the hem of your shirt.

“No celebrating just yet,” you giggle. “You need to rest,” you squiggle out of his arms.

“No, stay,” he instinctively reaches out for you and pulls you back in, firmly enough that you’d have to put in some serious effort to leave again. “Please, honey,”

“Okay,” you laugh, returning to your former position, snug in his embrace.

After you’re sure Quentin’s asleep, you slowly slide out of his arms. He certainly notices, and he starts shifting uncomfortably. You grab a pillow and put it where you used to be, and he seems to calm down. You sigh in relief.

You slip on your shoes and leave the room as quietly as you can. Grabbing your keys, you make your way to your car and drive into the city. It’s still light out, which hopefully means where you’re going is open for visitors. There’s not many people in the parking lot besides security.

Queens New York Prison, you read on the building. Well, here goes.

“I’d like to see Adrian Toomes, please,” you tell the person at the front desk.

“I’m sorry, visiting hours ended,” they huff, barely looking at you. You pull out your wallet and slap a card on the surface. It’s a fake government security clearance card, you and Quentin occasionally use them to get into whatever you need to. So far, it’s worked every time.

“I need to speak with him about classified matters, privately,” they finally nod and call someone to take you to his cell.

“You have thirty minutes,” the guard bellows, slamming the door behind him.

“Hello Toomes,” you greet him. “Or should I say, Vulture,”

“Who are you?” he demands, gripping the bars.

“Someone who’s going to help give you your life back,” you smirk. “You see, I believe we have a common enemy,”

“Look, I’m sorry, but you’re not the first person to try to team up with me against Spider-Man, and I’m going to tell you the same thing I told them, no,”

“Why not? “

“I’m done being the bad guy. I have a wife and daughter, and there’s still a chance I could go back to them when my time is done. I’m not going to risk having to stay in here any longer,”

“What if I told you that you could get out of here, reunite with your family, and get revenge on Peter Parker?” he freezes, his expression turning slightly more hopeful and intrigued.

“You know?” he shakes his head. “Wait, no, everyone knows, I saw on the news-“

“I’m the one who made that video,”

“What?”

“Peter Parker nearly killed my husband,” you grit your teeth. “I used to think he was a good kid, but he’s nothing but a reckless teenage menace, he messes with things he shouldn’t and he’s given more responsibility than he deserves,”

“Your husband is Mysterio?” you nod.

“And we both need your help,” he paces around his cell a bit, his eyes digging into the ground in concentration.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you grin.

“We’ll be in touch,” you say, just as the guard opens the door.

Author’s Notes: I’m so excited to continue writing this!!! As much as this is just more indulging in my complicated love for Quentin I’m also one of those people who would LOVE to see some version of the Sinister Six in the MCU, and this is my imagining of one way that could come about. I’m planning on bringing in a couple more villains from Homecoming and a couple from Spiderverse in the next parts! (It won’t be the original Sinister Six from the comics, but it’ll be similar and basically every Spider-Man villain has been a part of the group at some point anyway so it’s fine lol) Also I LOVE PETER PARKER, in this particular fic he’s the enemy because the story is told from the villian’s POV but I am BY NO MEANS a Peter Parker hater, plz don’t come for me...

#quentin beck #quentin beck x reader #mysterio #mysterio x reader #jake gyllenhaal #far from home #sinister six

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