#Spider-Jolt

[junkkey]

Doodling Spider-Jolt (@yayalooove spidersona)

Spider-Jolt in action

"Check out my new eyelashes!"

The back of her head.

Her spider beans

Headphone

[attractthecrows]

kicking my feet like a schoolgirl. wouldn't it be fucked up if the Architect found the HoF when they went to the deep roads on their Calling. wouldn't it be fucked up if they fought their way as deep as they could go until they're too blighted and injured to go on and the Architect picked them up on the verge of death and kept them alive and experimented on them with darkspawn & archdemon & his own blood until they're corrupted and immortal like him

[zortartrix]

More ocs

[samasmith23]

I just read the last issue of Kurt Busiek’s original run on the Thunderbolts collected in my omnibus edition yesterday, and its portrayal of Jolt, aka Hallie Takahama’s, backstory was genuinely tragic! During a psychiatric session with her fellow teammate Moonstone, Hallie reveals that the reason she’s been so adamant against returning to school per Hawkeye’s orders is because she’s been using her status as a superhero as a form of escapism. To try and run away from the painful memories of her former friends and family who were all killed during the Onslaught incident. These flashbacks also convey Hallie’s strong sense of altruism inspired by the superheroes she looks up to, as she took it upon herself to look after fellow orphans who similarly lost their parents during the disaster before they were later all kidnapped and experimented on by Arnim Zola (which consequently gave Hallie her electric & speed powers).

Like… dang! Hallie is only 15-years-old and has endured so much pain & loss, yet she still perseveres and is quite easily the most mature & morally upstanding member of Thunderbolts (Hallie had the worst luck joining the superhero team who’s members were all secretly supervillains in disguise…)!

Oh, and my boy Ben Reilly even has a cameo from his brief tenure as Spider-Man during The Clone Saga in the Onslaught flashbacks! Joy!

From Thunderbolts (1997) #33 by Kurt Busiek & Mark Bagley.

[hellomystraightlacedfriend]

Thunderbolts #19

Kurt Busiek/Mark Bagley

[lovecolibri]

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[vivalas-vega]

god bless my cat for alerting me to spiders

[doodlefright]

redesigned superhero au jolt bc i was bored. i am bad at drawing lightning bolts

[muchmossymess]

My ability to be scared by spiders is unparallelled like girl what

[candycryptids]

Gotta not make a poll right b4 I pass out knowing I left out the zones people r gonna be tilted about cos they don’t have the context \o7 (<- that’s me dabbing) (I didn’t provide any context)

[junkkey]

Okay so soft redesign on Maestro, It's just little details that needed to be fixed.

Comparaison old/new :

[memory-and-sky]

i can’t breathe i jolted up when i saw this and i nearly cried i can’t breathe i can’t seee i went blind my bird is concerned for me i died my heart rate went so high i got a heart attack light yagami got to me i died i died oh my lord oh my god oh good heavens

🎸 🎸 🎸

some pencil Hobies for soul~~~

really glad we have all these gorgeous concepts and variants out to admire at <3

[zortartrix]

gore warning ⬇️

[foxpostingalphax]

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☾ - sleep headcanon

Circling back around to the ratio of how deeply they sleep, when falling asleep with someone else, they’re of two modes—

One is sleeping lightly and sort of having frequent bouts of wakefulness where they’ll sort of give a brief once over of their surroundings to keep watch for a the other party/parties. Very occasionally, if they’re under a lot of stress (rare), they’ll wake up and think someone is there when they’re not and bark or wroo at nothing for a moment before fully waking up.

The other is sleeping as close to on your face or throat as they can get without accidentally smothering you or getting kicked off and then sleeping for twelve uninterrupted hours

[frogoat]

A blog about comic books and geek culture in general and Spider-Girl and the MC2 universe in particular.

[phantomwithbreakfast]

~ 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ~

⟢ One-shot Danny Phantom — Genre: Angst / Hurt — TW: Emotional Distress — Rating: T — AU? — First Person’s POV

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There he was—there it was.

My reflection stared back, the green glow of my eyes erratic, flickering like a faulty lightbulb. I wasn’t just looking at myself—I was looking through myself, and I hated what I saw. Not just the face staring back, but the endless spiral behind it—pulling me deeper into some unknowable abyss.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the battle. That one battle. Not with a ghost, not with some lurking threat—but with myself.

The dark part of… me.

The part that had escaped.

Again.

I’d won, of course—I had to believe that. I was the good side of myself, wasn’t I?

The hero.

But winning didn’t feel like triumph. It felt like a delay. Some whispers of the future lingering behind me, leaning over my shoulders, suffocating me with their burden.

I was afraid of becoming him.

That dangerous, older me. That monstrous version of myself that had been waiting all along.

All the—what ifs—it claws at the edges of my thoughts, unraveling my already frayed mind.

What if I couldn’t stop it? What if I was already becoming that monster? What if it was inevitable?

I stared deeper into the mirror, my fists tightening until my nails bit into my palms through my white gloves. I thought about my family, my friends—the people who had always been there. I’d already pushed them away, hadn’t I?

Maybe they aren’t even my friends anymore. Maybe I don’t deserve them.

Sam and Tucker had gone to college, following their dreams like normal people. Jazz was too busy carving her own path to stay. And me? I had stayed behind in the crumbling town I couldn’t abandon, giving up my dream of going to space. Protecting people was my purpose now. At least, that’s what I told myself. But deep down, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Was it a noble choice—or a coward’s excuse?

You could still go. You could leave. You could be an astronaut. Fly into space. Fulfill the dream. Your dream.

But it wouldn’t be the same. Nothing ever would.

I gritted my teeth, my reflection rippling in the glass like a warped painting.

Happy thoughts, I told myself. But they didn’t come. They never did anymore. It was always easier to sink into the darker ones, to let them drag myself down into the undertow.

The mocking voices of ghosts, the weight of battles fought and won—none of it mattered in the face of the gnawing feeling in my chest.

My core.

It purred softly, a dissonant hum, both comforting and sinister.

It felt… so freaking wrong.

As if it didn’t belong to me anymore. As if Phantom—him was bleeding into me, hollowing me out from the inside.

My breath hitched. My fingers trembled as I gripped the edges of the sink. My eyes clenched shut, but it didn’t block out the image of myself—the warped, flickering, monstrous reflection staring back. I felt like a glass that was about to shatter, cracks spidering across my soul.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

I punched my palms tighter until the pain jolted me back. But the ache in my chest was worse. Phantom wasn’t just part of me. Phantom was me.

My breath staggered in my throat—a sob trembling on the edge of release. My knuckles ached, my chest burned, and that pressure—that suffocating pressure—kept building on.

“Get out of my head!” I screamed, my voice raw, ripping through the suffocating silence.

The sound reverberated in the tiny room, crashing into the walls and returning to me like a ghostly echo. My reflection flickered again—glowing red of Phantom’s eyes overtaking my own for the briefest moment before fading back into green.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Leave me alone!” I shouted again, this time so forcefully that my throat hurt, as though I was tearing myself apart. The sound cracked into a wail—an uncontrollable, heart-shattering release.

Green tears left cold trails down my cheeks as I screamed again, and again, and again… until the room seemed to quake.

The mirror shattered.

Shards exploded outward, raining onto the counter, the floor, my arms. A jagged piece nicked my cheek, drawing a thin line of green that dripped down onto my trembling hand.

I didn’t care.

My reflection was gone—splintered into a thousand fractured pieces scattered at my feet.

My knees buckled, and I barely caught myself against the sink. My hands shivered, slipping on the porcelain.

I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold tile, knees pulled to my chest. My hands tangled in my snow-white hair as sobs wracked my body. Every shuddering breath felt like it might break me further.

The shards of glass caught the dim light, a kaleidoscope of chaos surrounding me, reflecting parts of me I couldn’t escape from.

I clutched my chest, my core still purring that discordant frequency—like a faint, mocking laugh echoing from deep within.

“I’m scared,” I whispered to—no one. My voice cracked. “I don’t want to become… him.”

My words dissolved into another sob as I curled tighter, the shattered mirror fragments glinting like stars against the dark void I felt, pulling me under.

“I will never turn into you.”

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Okay. First time I drew Dan. I was scared. Scared of those eyes. Those eyes that pierced the whole time into mine—no, through mine. I should’ve waited with his eyes until the end, but of course, I didn’t.

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⟢ You can find my Phan fics here.