#john ohnn

[extraawake]

spotsterio my beloved (this ship is like nonexistent and my writing sucks. but i posted the first chapter of a soon-to-be spotsterio au here if anyone wants to check it out)

[eizzhah]

absolutely nothing is stopping me from making more johnny ohnn self insert ship art rn... lemme eat first though all i had 2 eat this morning is jelly and bubblegum (running on pure sugar and sweat rn HOLY FUCK I FORGOT IM CHARGING MY STYLUS ITS PROLLY OVERCHARGED RN WTF)

[eliziarts]

I'm definitely super normal about him

[simplyender]

spiderpeople that could defeat spot first try:

1. spider-ham (cartoon logic dictates that he can just pick up the holes)

2. sun-spider (disabled solidarity. would probably get spot to come to the realization that hes 100% disabled and be empathetic about it)

3. spider-punk (would explain that a majority of spots problems originate from the shitty system hes in and that capitalism is the problem, not miles)

[belleski]

you'd think considering the fact that this guy is a featureless mannequin of a man he'd be easier to draw, and yet...

Image description: Image 1: Three drawings of the spot from across the spiderverse. In the first - he is stepping away from a black hole in suprise with 'saddest man in new york' written by his head. The next is hunched over awkwardly and drawn in blurred- watercouler-esque pink and blue, with 'Imagine if he changed art syle based on what universe he was in' written beside him. The last is leaning against nothing with faux confidence- and is drawn in bright dripping paint - almost like spray paint. He has 'WHAT?' made up of cut out newpapers beside him.The background is light green with white spots in the corners. Image 2: Two bust drawings of Johnathan Ohn pre- spot transformation. The John on the left is the design pictured in his concept art- with long hair and a beard, with a blue circle behind him. The John on the right is the design pictured in the movie - with a short undercut and clean shaved. He has a orange circle behind him and the rest of the background is white.

[mothirl]

Doing a lot of work on evil john ......hate this freak................ he's made of goop

Hes definitely quite the work in progress. I've been playing with what he can do, and how he presents the spot powers. Definitely playing with him being able to throw the goop from his body to create portals. Letting him remain elusive until I can work on his official page.

Sorry if his body looks weird, he wears eight pieces of individual compression wear, his entire body is essentially made of slime and he melts and falls apart without it xx

He has so many obscure details I want to say and talk about but it's all so much. I don't particularly want to make this post too messy, and it's very difficult to articulate his information into sentences, instead of bulletpoints like I'm used to. Oh well

[xxstarskullzxx]

Seems like people hate Johns

[oopey-doopey]

I hope The Spot gets to die as a himself like pre-powers. It’s likely he’s gonna destroy himself trying to destroy Spider-man (I think he’s gonna for the mythos of the hero not just Miles, if the flash forward is any prediction) cause he’s either not gonna be able to handle the full effects of his abilities it and needs to be saved but it’s too late for him or does some not fully redeeming sacrifice as he realizes he didn’t have to resort to villainy and doesn’t want to go out with people fearing him rather than respecting.

It’d make the point that anyone can be Spider-man under the mask string as it’d point out that depending on circumstances anyone could become anything. In this case none of them would know The Spot personally or even in passing as Johnathan Ohnn, so seeing a complete stranger, someone who could of been anyone, defeated at the end of the battle would invoke a lot with the random chance and fate that comes along with being Spider-man if not just going through life rather than the adherence to canon events that is trying to be pushed on characters.

I feel like giving the Spot his face back would just make the climax feel more complete, an odd commentary on being true to oneself even if it is past your time.

[trashcansally]

baby boy. baby

[funkinmadnesss]

Mixed spiderverse doodles :]

[trainer-blue]

just a reference for everyone that the spot’s name is “johnathon” in both the original & atsv

[nb-n0v4]

GUESS WHAT I SAW. RAHHHHH THIS MOVIE WAS SO DAMN GOOD. Anyway we all new this guy was gonna be my new Guy(tm) words cannot explain how much I fucking love everything about this movie and this character and and grrrr it’s so GOOD AAAAAAA 

also more eye-strain-y version under the cut

[patheticlittlemen]

That Day (part 1) [The Spot x Reader]

the idea for this fic was inspired by @trenchcoatbees :)

“Alchemax accident ends in loss and destruction.”

The same dream you’ve had for months plays out in front of you again. 

“John? Johnathan!”

You run through the darkness of the rubble, searching for the one person you called your friend. If you had just been there that day, maybe things would have been different.

“Johnathan!”

You sob as your legs start to feel heavy and you’re unable to run any further, but still force your legs to push forward.

I just have to keep going. He’s here, I know it.

All of a sudden you trip on something and feel yourself falling for what feels like forever before waking up with a start.

Fuck. 

You groan as you try and drag yourself out of bed, the pain of a headache rushing in as soon as you become vertical. Shuffling over to your bathroom and almost tripping over the multitude of empty bottles scattered on the floor, you reach into the medicine cabinet and scowl at yourself in the mirror. After throwing on the cleanest clothes you can find, you pack your bag and head out.

You used to ride this same bus every morning to work. Just sitting in the seat you used to brings back so many memories of better times, which nowadays you try to drown out with loud music. The city passes by and you stare at all the buildings flying past, wondering if Johnathan is anywhere within them.

The bus stops with a squeak and you walk to the exit, hopping out and walking to your former workplace. Every day since the accident, you visited. Passing by the countless missing person flyers you put up, you pray that maybe today he would be there. It was an unrealistic hope, but you’re trying to be optimistic.

John would’ve wanted me to be.

The workers clearing up the area gave sympathetic smiles as you passed by. They allowed you to use Johnathan’s office to set up camp for your search, just as long as you stayed in that area. You had snuck out a couple of times to try and find hints in the ruins but found no luck. You were also scolded by the workers when you tripped over what looked like a burnt bagel and got scraped up, so you stuck to where you were allowed.

Breathing in deeply, you reach out and turn the handle of the door marked “Johnathan Ohnn”. The room was cold as usual, and you step in and place your bag on the floor before sitting in the old office chair John refused to remove that still had his jacket hanging off the back.

Reaching into your bag, you grab a piece of paper that was messily shoved to the bottom. You look up at the desk where you had put together a small shrine for your friend. It included a photo you forced John to take with you during an office party that he got framed, his leather-bound journal, a candle from a vigil held for the deaths caused by the accident, and all of the encouraging sticky notes you had written each other during work.

“Hey, Johnny.” You pause and laugh a little. “You know, no matter how much I do this, speaking to a photo will never not feel weird.”

You sit in silence, fiddling with the piece of paper covered in your scrawled handwriting and eraser marks, now being dampened by the sweat on your hands. Taking a deep breath in, you speak to the photo again.

“I wrote this. You know I’m not great at speeches, so…be nice. If you are somehow here and hearing this, which is highly unlikely, just know I wanted to say all of this to you. I was planning on it, actually, when you- nevermind.” You clear your throat and breathe deeply, closing your eyes as you exhale and re-opening them to read your paper.

“Johnathan Ohnn, you are one of the best men I’ve met. You’re super smart, more than I could ever be, and you’re really funny. You’re also incredibly handsome- not just by scientist standards like you insist, though. Just in like, regular standards. You’re attractive.” Tears well up in your eyes and your voice begins to waver as you read on. 

“I miss you more and more with each passing day. You were one of the only people I could call a friend, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say I’d fallen in love with you. I’ll never forgive myself for being gone that day, and the nightmares are a constant reminder that maybe things would have gone differently if I had come to work. You almost never took days off, and the only times you did is when I forced you to because you came in sick. You loved your job, and your enthusiasm for science spread to me and gave me hope that things might get better for me. You made my world brighter, and I swear to you I will find you. I know you’re out there somewhere, I can just feel it. And if I do find you, the first thing I’m going to do is tell you how much I love you.” By the time you finished reading, tears had stained the page and your hands were trembling. Dryly laughing, you wipe the tears from your face and look back at the photo.

“So yeah. I love you, Johnny. I’d do anything in the world to hear your voice, to smell your cologne, to get one of your amazing hugs again. If you ever feel like coming back, I’ll take you out for coffee.” At this point you begin sobbing and drag yourself onto the floor, pulling the jacket slung on the chair with you. It hasn’t smelled like John for a while, but just the memory of him wearing it comforted you as you slung it along your shoulders.

Your body shakes with sobs as you face the facts: John has been gone for months and you’ve had no sign of him. You’ve exhausted every resource available, and even when you finally managed to speak with Spiderman, he was pulled away by some stupid villain. You place your head between your legs as you try and catch your breath when you hear a familiar “pop” sound. Every time you’ve visited for the past few weeks you hear it, assuming it was something the workers were doing. This time, it startled you and you jump up, ready to fight whatever creature you imagined appeared. Of course, there was nothing, and you’re left trying to catch your breath after the scare. Movement by the shrine catches your eye, and you see a piece of paper by the journal that you hadn’t seen before.

Trying to reassure yourself that it was there before and you just didn’t notice it, you walk over to it and pick it up with shaking hands.

I miss you too

Your stomach drops and you want to scream. An overwhelming wave of fear, hope, disgust, and panic rushes over you as you start to hyperventilate.

“Is this some sick joke? Fuck you. Fuck you, I’m just trying to find my friend!” Panting and frantically scanning the room trying to find the source of the paper, you sob and angrily threaten the intruder. 

“It’s not a joke.”

A voice behind you makes you scream and you begin to turn, ready to fight despite your lack of any real ability to incapacitate anybody.

“Don’t turn around, I don’t want to scare you.” The voice frantically says and you freeze.

“As if you didn’t fucking scare me already, jackass! I don’t have anything you’d want, I promise.” You try and keep up a tough facade, despite the obvious sobs taking over your body.

“I don’t want anything from you, I just needed to see you again. I couldn’t keep watching you from afar, not when you’re crying over me like that. Not after that speech.” The voice is beginning to sound familiar and you fight the intruder’s orders, turning around and facing the stranger.

“I just told you not to do that, you never listen to me!” The stranger continues to chastise you as you take in his appearance- tall and lanky, all white except for the black spots littering his skin. He has no face, just another black spot in the middle of where his face should have been.

“-I mean, I was doing it for your own good, but it seems that you don’t care all that much.” As soon as you tune back into the stranger’s berating you, something clicks. A sob escapes your mouth as your head spins.

“See, now there’s a reaction. I told you not to-” The stranger stops abruptly as you run into him, almost knocking him over and wrapping your arms around him.

“Johnny…” is all that manages to escape your mouth as you sob.

“You…recognize me?” You nod into his chest as he hesitantly wraps his arms around you.

“I’ve been looking for you.” You whisper.

“I know. I didn’t know what to say to you, or I would have come sooner. I’m so sorry.” His grasp on you tightens and his hand reaches up to stroke your hair. 

You stay in the embrace, holding on as if when you let go you’ll he’ll be gone again. When John finally lets go, you grab hold of his hands and look at his face. At least, where his face should have been. Despite what should have been a frightening appearance, all you feel is joy. Your friend and the one person you’ve loved is back, and you don’t care what he looks like.

“Hey, don’t you have something to say to me?” John asks, cocking his head.

“Do I?” You sniffle.

“You know, that you love me or something…” John teases. 

“Okay, yeah, I did say that.” You laugh and roll your eyes.

“I was gonna confess my love for you that day. After work.” John says quietly.

“I wish I had been there. Things might have gone differently, I could have helped…” You’re cut off by John shaking his head.

“It wasn’t anything you could have stopped.”

“But I still could have been there for you.” Tears fall down your face as you reach up and place your hand on John’s cheek.

“You’re here now.”

“And you’re here now.” A grin spreads across your face and you wrap your arms around John once more. “I love you, Johnny.”

“I love you too.” John pulls away and takes a seat on the office chair. “Now, it seems we have some…catching up to do.”

[mandowifey]

Hey there was just wondering what kind of father behaviors Dr. Ohnn would have?

Love,

Absolutely not your wife

Since you're not my wife -

Paternal Headcannons for; Johnathon Ohnn

Warnings: SFW, pregnancy talk, baby talk. Reader has a uterus and able to birth a child but is not gendered.

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Johnathon would not have ever imagined having a child.

Especially now, with him the way that he is.

That being said, I think once you told him you were pregnant, he'd have a whiplash of emotions.

He'd be shocked, thrilled, scared, excited, scared again, overjoyed, then practical.

With him being so unstable, he'd worry about your health and the babies health.

He'd want to run checks on you both often. He's doting and concerned already, rightfully so considering what his condition is.

Additionally, I think it'd be very emotional for him. This is someone who lost all relationships and his job because of what he turned into. Whilr his disposition is generally light-hearted, he shows emotional instability, especially when dealing with Miles.

He loves you both already.

John would assure you he was going to take care of everything. Money, home, anything you need.

Depending on when you come out pregnant, he'd possibly open another dimension and send you there. Probably a very safe one, where he knows none of the spiders or his enemies can find you.

Did I mention he worries?

Like, constantly. So many ultrasounds and desperately wanting to be sure this is real.

He fears the baby having his powers.

"What if it somehow portals out of you?"

You'd have to hold his arm and try to assure him how unlikely that was. He'd argue the semantics of scientiffic likelihoods, and you would be falling asleep by then.

John wants the sex to be a surprise.

Though he secretely wants a girl.

He'd like listening to its heartbeat. His head on your swelling tummy, holding still and eagerly squirming once he heard it.

That man cried the first time the baby kicked.

He'd be a worrying dad, always wanting to make sure you both were okay.

I think it'd make his plight with Miles more personal. He's tired of being made fun of by his peers, he wants to be taken seriously and be given credit. The guy wants to carve a name for himself so his child (and you) can be proud of him. Which leads to his corruption arc, where you are left with his baby while he becomes stronger.

He wouldn't forget about either of you. He'd most certainly want to come back and see you when he can.

Lastly, so many corny science jokes.

Like, he will not stop, at all.

[simplyender]

ngl i hope we get to see more of john w his undercut. i like that look on him! and itd be nice to see it in color instead of just black and white like in the flashback.

[belleski]

Breaking my way out of art block by putting my fav in some situations :}

[image description] A digital illustration of Johnathan Ohnn from Across the spiderverse. He's standing in the collider explosion and holding the canister of dark matter which is cracked open and spilling out over his face. In the parts of him which are covered by the dark matter, His body is taken up by that of the Abyss form of the Spot. John is coloured in monochrome greys and whites and the background is a red and orange gradient with black, blue and purple stripes. and yellow and orange dots patterning the foreground. [End ID]