#.musings ( miles morales )

[paintbrushnebula]

Have you ever thought about making a Ghostflower Tangled AU? Because I can't stop thinking about Miles with 70 feet of blonde dreads, and Gwen's failed smolder and begrudgingly guiding Miles to see the lanterns. It just works so well in my brain.

Hi! YOU! YES YOU! You've got my number! Because I LIVE for Ghostflower x New Dream. Gosh, I live for Spider-Verse x Tangled, period! I've had it rotating in my brain for about a year now, although I guess I've never really talked at length about it or shared any of my ideas for a proper Spider-Verse x Tangled AU, have I?

I was a little embarrassed before, if I'm being honest 😅. But if y'all wanna indulge me, THEN HYYYES IMMA WAX POETICALLY ABOUT THIS AU TILL THE END OF TIME AND SPACE.

Rapunzel - Miles Morales Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Rider - Gwen Stacy/Ghost Spider Mother Gothel - Olivia Octavius Captain of the Guard - George Stacy King Frederic - Jeff Morales/King Jefferson Queen Arianna - Rio Morales/Queen Rio The Stabbington Brothers - Tombstone and Ben Reilly/Scarlet Spider Maximus - Widow (Web-Slinger’s horse) The Snuggly Duckling Pub Thugs - The Sinister Six (they’re soft-confirmed to appear in Beyond the Spider-Verse after all) Pascal - isn’t in this AU.

So the overall plot of Tangled remains relatively the same, with the cast of Spider-Verse implemented into it, of course.

18 years ago, King Jefferson used the sundrop flower to heal the dying pregnant Queen Rio of Corona. Prince Miles is born with golden, ultra kinky 4c hair and magical healing powers, gets kidnapped by Mother Olivia, locked away in a tower deep in the woods, the whole shebang.

Now, Gwen Stacy is the secret identity of masked legendary thief Ghost Spider, currently a respected, high-ranking member of the Spider Society, a crime syndicate run by The Kingpin in the neighboring kingdom of Vardaros, the most powerful in the Seven Kingdoms due to its members' all wearing masks that hide their faces, rendering their identities completely unknown to anyone and impossible for any law enforcement to track them down. Recently, Ghost Spider has been commissioned by The Kingpin to steal the Lost Prince of Corona's crown from the palace.

So Ghost Spider has been on the run for years from the Captain of the Coronan Guard, Captain George Stacy, her father, who has no idea the masked thief he's hunting is his own daughter.

And don’t think I haven’t thought about the TV series exclusive characters!

Cassandra - Lyla (you have no idea how happy I was when I came up with that) Lance Strongbow - Hobie Brown/Rebel Spider Kiera and Catalina - Peni Parker and Margo Kess (they’re not kids in this though) Uncle Monty - Aunt May Varian - Miles G. Quirin - Aaron Davis Adira - Jessica Drew Hector - Miguel O’Hara The Baron - Kingpin (obv) Anthony the Weasel - Web-Slinger Baron’s Henchmen - Spider Society Lord Demanitus - Peter B. Parker King Edmund - Spider-Noir/King Benjamin Hamuel - Spider-Ham/Hamuel (he’s not called “Spider-Ham” ofc but he is still a talking anthropomorphic pig in this) Zhan Tiri - The Spot

Your concepts about Miles with golden dreads, Gwen's smolder, her taking him to see the LANTERNS OOHHHHHHH yeah imma just have to draw all that, sorry. Talking about it aint enough. Expect a buncha Tangled x Spiderverse fanart to be flooding my blog soon XD

[spiderman2-99]

Any from 7-9 or em 15-19... I'm not exactly decisive or 25 even

Actually 7 I chose, there

7. What are your opinions on superheros? Super villains? People who have powers but refuse to get involved?

I run a whole multidimensional Society of heroes, what do you think? Though I must admit, for the longest time prior, I always thought superheroes were just… self-serving beacons of idealistic false promises. I live in a time where the “classic” heroes are long gone and their ideals have been warped beyond recognition, see.

I never thought I’d become what I originally despised.

As for the last part? People with great abilities but refusing to do a single thing with them outside of whatever helps them and them alone are too common for me to hate anymore.

9. What was the most creative application of your ability?

You can easily impress a twelve year old girl by making novelty fruit shapes with your talons.

15. Is it possible to overuse your power? What symptoms do you experience as a result?

I’m not… really sure how to answer that. I don’t get fatigue toxins as quickly as a baseline human’s. Usually whenever I’ve overworked myself, it doesn’t have anything to do with my powers; or making the wrong call during a fight.

I’ve ran out of silk in my spinnerets before, if that’s anything.

This answers 19 as well.

25. Would you, or have you, ever abused how people view you (as a result of your abilities) in order to get what you want?

I have the vague (/sarc) feeling that you just like airing my dirty laundry.

Yes, yes I have; and I’ve deluded myself into believing jt was for the greater good, too. I’m trying to fix all that I’ve broken. I’m trying.

[yeahimcal]

More Cyberflower/Flowerbyte!!!!!! They make me so crazy I love them I made a playlist and everything

Anyways sorry for being crazy about them I have so many thoughts and nowhere to put them

[matchlessmagus]

[adventures-written]

@halfxspider || Continued from here.

"And what if I am supposed to get it right? Who are you to decide whether I do or don't? I am the master of my own story!" Miles could feel the anger bubbling up. The idea of not being good enough, the idea of failing, those were not options for him.

"I'm not going to let you stop me..."

[faultyconscience]

If you’re friends with miles, he will absolutely be teaching u slang in Spanish and if ur real close he will teach u horrible things to say that will earn you a very severe look from his mom if she hears u say them. (Also she will scold miles for teaching u bad words in Spanish lmao)

[whomuses]

open rp || Insomniac!Miles Morales

"Uh... ." he was frozen completely still, arms held out in front of him, lenses turned down towards his palms. Natural electricity - bio-electricity - his titled 'venom' - was crackling visibly up it, intense orange-and-blue sparks and flickers that flooded the suit with light. They went up and over his fingertips, crawling their way to his shoulders. "I'm not - I'm not doing this -"

[webslingerx]

Not a great picture but I do love the start screen!! ☺️

(Click for better quality)

[museincarnate]

Sol's Marvel Muses!!!

// While I mostly write DB OCs, I've fallen in love with Spider-Man all over again, thanks to someone very close to me, and I'm here to announce that I'll be adding these five, that's right, FIVE Spider-Muses to my muse list!!!:

Ben Reilly Kaine Parker Miles Morales (Insomniac) Peter Parker (Insomniac) Peter Parker (Spider's Shadow)

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @dragvnsovl FOR THE WONDERFUL EDIT!!! I hope I can portray all of them well, and that everyone enjoys writing with them!!!

BUT WAIT... THERE'S MORE!!!

Introducing:

Bruce Banner / The Hulk Eddie Brock / Venom The Hunter (Main Protagonist of Marvel's Midnight Suns) Magik Logan / Wolverine!!!

These characters will all be added to my muse list, for anyone interested in interacting with them!

[thenextchapterbegins]

“You know...i think something is seriously going wrong with me.  Ever since that encounter with spot, ever since he transformed...since those visions i keep having them, but i see more then just my dad’s death..i see the darkness curling at the edges, i see the darkness that lays beyond...light and dark curling together into the shape of an eye...i see spots form shifting, twisting, like thousands existing within the form of one all trying to break out.”

He rubs his head. “i see things from the corner of my eye, hear my name being called by no one...what happended to me?”

[galaxythixf]

Alrighty! Did some work on my carrd to add to my rules and work on a few character pages (Specifically the Miles Morales pages). Still have a long way to go in order to transfer everything over but we're marking steady progress. The Queue will be released in a day or so I think so keep a look out for that. It's been building since the last one.

[scribewrote]

⁰⁰² ▌ miles morales

[pracses]

Tag Drop: Request Only Nova Prime- Clone Trooper Hexx

CW: LONG POST //

[bothsidesofaquestion]

::update::

Marble, you could have won but you’re afraid of success.

**fan art by marcusthevisual at Twitter

**do not remove credit!

Holy shit

Ooh damn, I have mixed feelings about this tho… I linda like it, I’m not thrilled Spurrier is still writing it although I’m intrigued

I’m going to give it a chance despite Spurrier, I mean at least he is not Chuck Austen.

Although:

[adventures-written]

;; Muse additions and Tag dump

Spider-Man: Into/Across the Spider-verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O'hara

Borderlands 3

Katagawa Jr

Feel free to pester any of the new muses! :D

muse;; naw. i’m gunna do my own thing (miles morales) - Muse tag for Miles Morales.

muse;; i never found the right band to join so i started my own (gwen stacy) - Muse tag for Gwen Stacy.

muse;; janky old broke hobo spider-man (peter b. parker) - Muse tag for Peter B. Parker.

muse;; i have to be the one to do it (miguel o’hara) - Muse tags for Miguel O’hara.

v;; our family doesn’t run from things (main; miles morales) - Main verse tag for Miles.

v;; let’s do things differently this time (main; gwen stacy) - Main verse tag for Gwen Stacy.

v;; a leap of faith (main; peter b. parker) - Main verse tag for Peter B. Parker.

v;; a choice between saving one person and saving every world (main; miguel o’hara) - Main verse tag for Miguel O’hara.

muse;; favorite son by elimination (katagawa jr) - Muse tag for Katagawa Jr.

v;; head of mergers and acquisitions (main; katagawa jr) - Main verse tag for Katagawa Jr.

[kombuuuu]

NEEDD someone to write more about simp!miles and how he finally asks reader out. I love him w the trope friends to lovers i definitely feel like he would try to ask his s/o out and fail to so many times😭😭

Jitters.

Simp!Miles Morales x Gn!Reader

“Oh my god you’re clueless.”

THIS WAS LIKE FIVE MINUTES ADTER MY CALL FOR POST LMFAOOO OKAY BBY I GOT U ‼️

2 + 1 Trope? Got that DOWN baby.

—

The first time Miles had ever met you, it had been the most bland, unimportant, nothing-burger of a day he’d ever been privy to living.

The weight of his classmates gazes settled uncomfortably, but familiarly, onto his back. The whispers they shared with one another having him strain to hear over the beating of his own finicky heart.

A boring, low effort slide show casted on a lazily erased white board was barely keeping him from falling asleep.

And yet his foot wouldn’t stop tapping, the nerves alighting something within him like sparks near a gas leak. The way his heart was beating wasn’t just from the whispers flown around he knows weren’t about him. (He couldn’t help it, what if they are?)

There was something else, like an anticipation boiling his blood vessels. Spidey-sense through the roof and heart rate accelerating.

He stanced his feet, twisting them slowly to shoot out of his seat when ready, as if a crazed, murderous version of him was going to burst the the door at any moments notice.

The handle twisted, his vision honed in, ears sharp-tuned to every movement the muse terry figure made.

And as the door swung open, the breath he was holding left him. Exasperation and amazement at the person in front of him, the harmless, beauty of a person.

“Ah. Mx.[Last Name], Pleasure of you to join us,” His Teacher snarked, adding a hasty ‘finally’ to the end under his breath.

Miles shot the man a dirty look before focusing back onto you, as seemingly everyone had.

You caught people’s attention from the get-go, aura leaking something trusting, something good. Like out of everyone in the world he could talk to, he knows you’d listen in earnest.

You made eye contact with him, your eyes glistening against the light of the projector, he almost sighed.

You looked away again, addressing your Teacher. “Sorry Sir, I didn’t exactly know where to go.” You politely laughed it off, disrespect to authority wasn’t exactly something you wanted on your track record the moment you got to this place.

“It’s—“ He dragged a hand down his face whilst you shuffled in your spot. “It’s fine. Just go sit next to uh.-“

Miles say up a little straighter, a silent competition with the other people in his class crawling for your attention.

“Miles. Morales raise your hand.”

He felt almost smug as he did Small huffs of disappointment coming from his undeserving peers. You smiled at him, waltzing over with a confidence he could only dream, and sat in the chair beside him. He watched you unpack your stuff as the professor drawled on, and when you caught his watchful eye, you waved.

He blushed. The whispers definitely weren’t about him now.

—

One.

You were putting you books in your locker when a small tap was placed upon your shoulder.

Catching your attention, you stuffed the remaining books inside carelessly and turned to face the subject of curiosity.

The boy you had sat next to your first date stood shuffling foot to foot before you. Nervously scratching his neck and kicking his Jordans.

“Hey I- Uhh.” He coughed, scared his voice would crack in front of you, he almost cringed at the thought. “I’m Miles-“

“Morales. I remember you.” You smiled sweetly up at him, you did remember him. It was no lie, he was kind of hard to forget. “Oh, you do?”

“I mean, you were the only one in that class willing to sit next to a stranger. And you were pretty nice about it too.”

“Uhuh, yeah, that’s me.” Only one willing? With a person like you showing up? The entire room was glaring at him.

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

You closed your locker and turned back to him.

“Yeah, no problem. It was no big deal, really.” He rushed out, your presence alone making him nervous.

“Anyways I-,” he cleared his throat again. “I was wondering if you’d y’know..” He looked at you through his thick eyelashes, god he was pretty. “I’d…?”

“Wannahangoutsometime.”

You stumped for a moment, trying to figure out what he’d just said before laughing lightly. He swears he saw heaven the second you’d smiled at him.

“Yeah we can hang out, right now actually!”

Grabbing his arm and walking with him as you chatted. His breathing stuttered, unprepared for your misunderstanding of his intentions, but okay with the outcome. Having your arm linked with his, pulling him wherever you wanted to go like some puppy. Giggling and whispering to him something he couldn’t pay attention to over the sweetened sound of your voice. He was pretty damn okay with it.

—

Two.

It had been around three months since you had met Miles. And although you hated the thought, you only had your mean professor to thank. So, kudos to him.

You were into the boy, no doubt. His charming personality additional to the kind of dorky thing he had going on, you loved it. A month after the initial meeting, he had finally got the courage to ask you to hang out with him. It was probably the most adorable thing you’d ever seen watching him stumble upon his words.

Now you sat with him on the rooftop of his apartment building.

A picnic blanket had been laid for the both of you by Miles himself, and his mother had made snacks.

You had just met his mother, Rio. The sweetest woman you’d probably ever met. And by the way Miles and Rio interacted, you could only think how good of a man he was.

You can always tell the intentions of a man, by his treatment of his mother.

“Your ma is really nice.”

“You think? She’s kinda protective of me.” He turned to look at you through his peripheral, leaving enough space it wasn’t obvious. “I think it’s cute, she cares for you, y’know?” You shifted yourself to face him, the Sundown light glittering against his smooth skin. He looked beautiful here, you thought. He looks beautiful everywhere.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Good, ‘s always good to know you’re loved.”

Miles’ heart stuttered in his chest, sucking in a quick breath and turning himself to face you.

“Mhmm.”

You looked up at him, leaning on your hand, drifting closer to him subconsciously.

He let himself drift as well, your voices quieting without either knowledge.

“Miles?” Your soft words questioned him, doey eyes gazing up at him, heart on your sleeve.

“I wanna—“ His sentence was cut off, a blaring siren sounding in his head, nerves.

“I think I might..—“

He huffed, mad at himself for being unable to speak.

“Do you want- Holy shit.”

You laughed, leaning back, a genuine glee in your eye.

“Do I want holy shit?-��� You giggled, he felt his heart flutter along with his disappointment (once more).

“-Not really, no.” You kept giggling, the serenity of your moment with Miles and his fumbling an apparent treat to you. He buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly. Only furthering your hysteria, “Leave me alone.” He dragged the ‘lone’ dramatically before flopping back against the blankets. Huffing and staring up at you from his spot. The smile on your face was a quick fix for his soured mood, not that it was that sour in the first place. But knowing a moment of undeniable spark like that, had you smiling and giggling after, even if it led to nothing. Had his hopes and his pulse rate rising.

—

Miles was head over heels for you. He was smitten, a total and complete dog for your affection. Sitting at home sulking when you weren’t there to hang out with him. Making you add his steam solely so he can play games with you.

A puppy of a man, god he wasn’t even ashamed.

“Dude, you just need’a ask ‘em out already.” Hobie served no help to his ever growing dilemma with you, but did serve to humiliate his seemingly non-existed romantic experience. “I’m *trying, man. They just keeps misunderstanding.” “Are they taking the hint?” “What hint?” He looked up from his slouched spot in his gaming chair. Spinning the thing in circles idly. “You haven’t given ‘em a hint?” Hobie blanched at Miles, like it was some obvious mistake.

“What. Hint.”

“Oh my god, Miles.”

—

He still didn’t get it, Hobie had explained his way of ‘hinting’ to someone he liked them. Through slight touches and subtle looks, a wink here and there. But not a cringey wink (Miles would argue they’re all cringey.), the ones where you feel like you’re part of a secret. This would be helpful to him, sure. If had hadn’t done everything with you already, except the winking, that is.

He did touch you, he did catch your eye when everyone else around looked away. He kissed your forehead and held your hand. You seemed borderline allergic to walking without you arm linked through his. All of there’s things that Hobie said were couple things, he’d already nailed. So why couldn’t you just.. date each other?

“I don’t know, it’s not like that.”

“But it is,” Hobie pointed to the centre of Mile’s’ forehead and flicked. “You guys are quite literally already dating.” “No, not really?”

“Oh my god you’re clueless.”

Hobie sighed, jumping off the bed and stretching his arms above his head. Miles grumbling a pouted ‘am not..’, Hobie settled him a look, taking a deep breath and continuing.

“Miles, mate, You both go to each other for comfort. You cry to each other, you find solace in one another. You touch and cuddle and sleep in the same bed.” He took another breath, seemingly needing a lot, “The only things you’re missing, are kissing each other for real. And calling each other your partners.”

“And if they end up saying no?”

“Then i’ll smash my guitar.”

Miles paused, considering the severity.

“Okay, okay i’ll do it.”

“Thank fuck.”—

—

+one

Miles had spent the better of an entire afternoon hyping himself up (and subsequently psyching himself out), before he finally had managed to make it your door and knock.

He was beyond nervous, the jitters in his bones crawling under his skin like spiders. Worse than normal, he observed.

A shuffle from inside your apartment had brought him back down to Earth. Everything suddenly becoming very real to him as you opened the door grumpily.

“Oh i’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Oh, Miles!” Your pout had almost instantly been lifted, a smile grazing your face sleepily, it was so late, he shouldn’t have come.

“I’m so sorry- It’s late. I should—“

“No!”

“No?”

It was your turn to get bashful, twisting the hem of your shirt in your hands nervously. “Stay Miles.”

He softened, posture relaxing at your tone.

“Don’t want you running away again.”

That caught his attention. “Wha-“ “I was wondering when you’d finally show up outta’ the blue.” You glanced down to his lips then back. The amber in his eyes haunting your dreams, in such a welcomed way.

Miles couldn’t take it, with the way you spoke, so soft and fragile. To the things you were saying, confident and headstrong. He couldn’t fucking take it.

His hands shot up to your face, caressing the curves of your cheeks and slope of your jaw. The trails of hair behind your ears his fingers just grazed. He brought himself down to your height once more, standing on your porch step. Like some sappy rom-com.

“Tell me to stop.” He was near breathless. You didn’t, you didn’t say a thing. You simply carded your deft hands over thick curls, and pulled him down to meet you. His eyes fluttered closed and lips met yours. He felt like crying.

Like after the months of pining for you. For trying and trying for your love, for your affection, that everything in his life had only ever led to this one point. And everything farther was his happy ending. The spiders under his skin stopped crawling, settling into the crooks of his bones and finding home. He wasn’t shaking. He was still.

And as you pulled away to breathe, ogling up at him with nothing but love to give he smiled and laughed just like you did.

ITS FUCKING 3 AM I GENUINELY HAVENT SLEPT THIS IS SO CUTE

(he is ⬇️)