#persephone pemberton

[linoone]

junes nonsense !

[jennajaeger]

Okay, let’s do this one more time....

Her name is Persephone Pemberton. From Earth-713, she originates from the city of New Kiev, an amalgamation of New York City and Kiev, Ukraine. 

In this universe, the legend of The Scarlet Witch was treated as prophecy. Some sects even worshipped her as a goddess. So prolific was her mythos that eventually, Alchemax became determined to bring this prophecy to fruition. In order to do so, they began running human experimentation, lying to the masses that these experiments were meant for medical research.

Persephone became a voluntary subject of one of these experiments. Her parents died when she was young, and she was raised by her older brother, Patrick. From an early age, Persephone showed scientific aptitude, and a deep fascination with the meeting point where science and magic intersect. When she volunteered for the Alchemax program, Patrick volunteered with her.

They were bitten by a radioactive spider.....that had been infused with dark magic. Chaos magic.

Persephone survived. Patrick.....didn’t.

When she watched her brother die, the immense power that was now running through Persephone’s veins manifested all at once; pure and uncontrolled. All of her pain, her grief, her rage, all of it poured out of her in a single instant in a massive burst of magical power.

Her power l e v e l l e d the city. There was nothing left. No Alchemax. No Oscorp. No villains to fight. No people to protect. There was just.....her.

The Spider-Witch.

Persephone has become something more than just the Scarlet Witch. She is the point at which science and magic intersect. She can shoot webs and use magic to facilitate flight. She has telekinesis, enhanced physical strength, mind reading abilities, superhuman agility and reflexes. But more than even all of that....she can follow each string of the web that makes up the multiverse, and traverse it as she pleases. She can open up portals of her own between dimensions, without the use of a nifty watch. 

(As you can imagine, Miguel O’Hara does not like this one bit.)

With nothing left in her own universe, she began to travel the multiverse, meet other Spiders, help them defend their worlds. In many different Earths, Persephone Pemberton is known as everything from a world famous singer to a teacher of astronomy and divination. 

But there is only o n e Persephone Pemberton. Only one Spider-Witch.

She is entirely too powerful. And her power makes her dangerous.

Spider-Witch playlist ~ Miguel/Persephone playlist

(tracklists under the cut)

Spider-Witch playlist:

1. season of the witch - lana del rey 2. army of me - the great discord 3. survivor - 2wei & edda hayes 4. dog days are over - florence + the machine 5. the matriarch - unleash the archers 6. cry little sister - vomitron ft. anneke van giersbergen 7. at the speed of force - tom holkenborg 8. holes in the sky - m83 ft. haim 9. halley’s comet - billie eilish 10. wolf totem - the hu ft. jacoby shaddix 11. scarborough fair - colm r. mcguinness 12. me and the devil - soap&skin 13. not ready to make nice - the chicks 14. shum - go_a 15. bad blood - taylor swift ft. kendrick lamar 16. little girl gone - chinchilla 17. if i burn - emilie autumn 18. i’m a bitch - league of distortion 19. born again - rihanna 20. alive - sia 21. work it (metal version) - leo 22. cry little sister - chvrches 23. lilith (diablo iv anthem) - halsey ft. suga of bts 24. glittering clouds - imogen heap 25. the reckoning - within temptation ft. jacoby shaddix 26. little house - the fray

Miguel/Persephone playlist

1. something to someone - dermot kennedy 2. bejeweled - taylor swift 3. battleships - daughtry 4. love song for a vampire - annie lennox 5. vampire smile - kyla la grange 6. spider-man 2099 (miguel o’hara) - daniel pemberton 7. going ghost - jeris johnson 8. poison & wine - the civil wars 9. e.t. - katy perry 10. out tonight - rosario dawson 11. just a girl - florence + the machine 12. lilith (diablo iv anthem) - halsey ft. suga of bts 13. twin skeletons (hotel in nyc) - fall out boy 14. ceilings - lizzy mcalpine 15. pieces - red 16. shy boy - jordin sparks 17. princess of china - coldplay & rihanna 18. save me - nicki minaj 19. llovera - mia maestro 20. total eclipse of the heart - exit eden 21. she’s a rebel - green day 22. fall out of love - salem ft. carlie hanson 23. btsk - ms mr 24. i’m with you - avril lavigne 25. decode (acoustic version) - paramore

[ladyarrowhead]

The ever so wonderful @atomicpen tagged me in this! I cannot remember the last time I did a tagging game and sadly I am very often just listeing to the same songs on Spotify - but I'm giving my best! Tagging @mauve-soul @fragilespark @katie-altman @shedramoontauren @katatty and @emeraldforestraven - but only if you want to of course! Prompt: Shuffle your 'On Repeat' spotify playlist and list the first 10 songs that play! (Feel free to adapt to whatever "liked/played recently" version of things you have on something Not Spotify as needed)

Oh No! - Marina and the Diamonds (Happy, dancy ???-vibes)

Lurking - Akira Senju (creepy FMAB Brotherhood I use in my DnD Campaign for appearances of Kelemvor)

Frau Gorbatschowa tanzt Bossa Nova - Ifa Wartburg (Swedish Band singing in German for some reason)

The Game has foun its feet (again) - Daniel Pemberton (Enola Holmes 2 Soundtrack)

Hades Pleads - Parker Milsap (Hades and Persephone Vibes meets Country)

Unholy Orchestral Version - Sam Smith, Kim Petras (took me months to find out what this song is called, embarrassing, I know)

A Part of Their Story - Borislav Slavov (in general fell i love with Slavov's music from playing BG3)

99 -TV Edit - Mob Choir (also fell back into anime, specifically Mob Psycho which is hilarious in german)

Human Nobility - Inon Zur (Cousland <3)

Verbatim - Mother Mother (one of my all-time favourites, especially good on the

[cherry-leighxox]

Some of my art from this year (2023), featuring my characters; Winona Ashdown, Garth Pemberton, Aurelio Alderney, Constance Tempest, Rowan Lee, Wren Wolfe, Jocelyn Ingram-Ward & Percival “Persephone/Persie” Rhodes.

Most of these are from my original creations, whereas Constance, Aurelio and Rowan are from the Wizarding World, the world belongs to the original creators.

As you can also see, I’ve been experimenting with colour and branched out with coloured marker pens. I’m quite pleased with the results, even though I have a long way to go.

Please note that whilst I doodle and such, it is for fun and I’m not doing commissions, nor are any of my artwork for sale at this time. This is mostly because, whilst I am confident in sharing it on the internet, I am not confident or knowledgable when it comes to business practices. If this viewpoint changes in the future, I shall say so but for now there are no exceptions to this rule.

[a-case-of-neverland]

The Storm is Here, Part Five

the last part of the Storm is Here! When It Rains, It Pours, the sequel, is being worked on. 

The hideaway of the Gases was a bit old fashioned. Red walls, dark curtains standing for doors, dark wooden floors mopped with hydrogen peroxide to get the stains off. Large lounge chairs dotted the living room, an old Victrola sat in the corner, lazily spinning a record on it’s turntable. Krypton walked into her private room she shared with Neon to remove her jewelry, setting her jewels back in their velvet lined case Neon had gotten her for her birthday last year. Neon followed, setting her spiked club next to their door.

“What you think ol’ Ash is thinking?” Neon asked, taking off her bandana as Krypton set her heels in the closet.

The glamorous girl shrugged in reply. “I know whatever it is, he’ll tell us soon.”

“I sure hope so,” Neon muttered. “Or I’mma force it out of him.”

“September 8th, 1934.

I don’t know what’s brewing in this stupid town. There’s something lingering in the shadows of every street- More than usual. I blame the Gases for making me paranoid. Surely they’re not stupid not to deliver the money soon. Oh well. If they don’t, I know what to do. Ethan wants to write them a note, but he can’t even write.

Lillian’s said she took care of a girl going by the name Roxana Pemberton. Sounds a little familiar, doesn’t it? Girl had her entire back covered in scratches, like it’d been filleted by a hook. Not sure if it’s actually Radon’s sister or not yet. But there was another kid that came in at the same time as her going by Owen Caputi whose entire head was covered in blood. I have no idea if these two are connected.

But for some reason I can’t get the thought out of my mind…

Aaron has told me he saw a Gas headed into the general store and come out with a woman in a low back brown dress and heels. Said he’d never seen her before. What are those damned fools up to now?

It’s Eric’s night to cook. Hope he doesn’t make fish.”

Radon looked up from the journal and rolled his eyes. Captain always had been one for the theatrics. Was he staging his own journal?

Or did he really not know that Quartermaster had ripped up Raz and Jackie?

Had Captain had nothing to do with this? It was a Pyrate gone rogue?

But why?

Radon knew one thing.

He was damn sure gonna find out.

Newt blew the smoke off his revolver as a hole appeared in the shop’s window with a satisfying shatter. The young man behind the counter leapt back and lifted his hands in surrender.

“Please sir, take anything! Just please, please don't shoot me!” He cried.

Newt rolled his eyes. “I'm not here to rob you. And I don't kill ya, either, if you answer me good. Got it?” He leaned across the counter, narrowing his eyes.

The salesman nodded quickly, his eyes round with fear. “Yes- Yes sir.”

“Damn right.” Newt nodded, slipping his gun into his sleeve, so the handle stuck out. “You sell hooks here?”

“We do, sir.” The man nodded again.

“Tell me all about the people that came in here lookin’ for hooks, yeah?” Newt said.

The man looked even more distressed. “Uh, not many sir. Only one.”

Newt scoffed. “Well that narrows it down a hell of a lot. Tell me more.”

“A- A man, sir. Black hair. Many tattoos. Shifty. I think he stole even more than he bought, sir. Had a woman with him, a pretty one. A low-back brown dress, she did, sir. She didn’t speak a word, sir.”

A raised brow. Newt pulled out a notepad from his pocket and said, “Details, boy. Give me more details about the man.” Letting his gun stick out a little more in his sleeve.

A drop of sweat fell from the salesman’s forehead and landed on the counter. “Y-Yes sir, of course. He was about five foot eleven, dark hair and eyes, not very distinct. Could blend into a crowd easy, you know, sir?”

Newt was writing as the man spoke, before slipping it back into his notebook. “One more thing before I go. Here’s some money.” He handed the salesman a five. “Use it to get some damn better windows.”

And then he walked out, knowing he had a lot to tell Ash.

“I don’t get it. What’s this mean?” Xenon asked, wide eyed as he looked around at everyone.

“Gods, Wren, has that sniper hit you too many times or what?” Neon snapped. “It means that a Pyrate didn’t do this. None of the Pyrates line up with this.”

“Unless they hired someone,” Helium mused, writing another note and ripping it from the pad.

“Also plausible.” Krypton nodded. “I just don’t get it, though. Why even bother with this? What do they hope to gain?”

Helium looked like he could go for a drink. A long sigh escaped his mouth and he stood up, beginning to pace before he tacked another note to the corkboard. “Who did this?” He asked to no one in particular, running a hand through his ginger orange hair.

“I’d like to know that too.” A new voice said.

The entire crew snapped into one state of mind, all drawing their weapons and aiming them at the front door. There, in their doorway, stood Radon. The tall, lean criminal was hard and tough looking, especially now, but there were flaws in his facade, per usual. Dark circles under his eyes. A weariness in his stance, like he was tired but wouldn’t allow his body the rest. Nonetheless, he had a gun of his own and wasn’t hiding it, spinning it in one hand.

“What do you want, Radon?” Newt asked. “It’s six on one. You can’t beat us in a gunfight.”

Radon only shrugged. “I’m not that stupid, Throne. I know. I just have questions now. More.” A glint came over his eye. “And it’s in your best interest to answer them, or I swear by the gods-” With every word his voice gathered strength until it was almost a yell. “I will rip Ichor apart brick by brick with my bare hands until I find the low-life that did this.”

Persephone was the first to lower her gun. She sauntered up to the criminal with ease, navigating the sea of her fellow gang members and put an arm around him, her voice a purr. “Listen, sugar, I’m sure whatever it is, you can come on in and we can talk about it, yeah?”

As if he hadn’t already let himself in- Somehow. “Some whiskey work for you? Helium don’t mind sharing, do you, hmm? Thought so.” She led Radon over to their liquor cabinet and opened it with one fingernail, pulling out a bottle and setting on the table like a peace offering. “Now, sugar, sit down, would you?”

Radon glared at the rest of the gang, looking them up and down. It was clear he wouldn’t sit until they put their guns down. Argon was easy to crack, their handgun went right back into their bag as they sat back comfortably with a notebook. Xenon followed after, his sniper going back in his case with ease. Newt and Neon both had to give Helium looks first, who nodded. Hey, it was better than Radon blowing up everything.

Helium sat down beside Krypton and across from Radon, who hadn’t touched the bottle yet.

“Ask away, Radon.” He finally said, Neon and Newt retreating to opposite corners, their guns just inside their sleeves. Just in case.

“The hell did one of you do with a woman in a low back brown dress goin’ in the general store?” Radon blurted, leaning forward, like he would absorb the information as soon as he heard it.

Immediately, Helium glanced at Krypton, who wrinkled her nose. “Nobody wears brown dresses anymore, sugarplum. No one with a good sense of style, anyways.”

“Where did you even get that information anyways?” Helium asked.

Radon’s voice morphed into a growl. “Nothing you need to know.”

“It might be helpful,” Helium muttered, rolling his eyes. This is why he didn’t like working with Radon. He showed up, uninvited, demanded things from people, and left. While not leaving you with a scrap of information of why he was here.

Radon snapped, “I regret to inform you sir that you will not be the receptor of such knowledge. Now which one of you fucks went to the general store with a lady in a dress?”

Newt stood up away from the wall before walking over. “A low-back brown?” He asked, raising one of his brows and sitting down next to Helium.

“Yes, idiot.” Radon replied, venom in his voice.

Newt took a deep breath. “Okay. I have a better idea of who did this. I interrogated a shopkeeper, the general store clerk. He said there was one person who came in for a hook the other day. A man with a woman in a brown, low-back dress. Not one of us, but no Pyrate either. Descriptions don’t line up with anyone we know in this town.”

While Newt spoke, Krypton watched Radon’s expression. It was as if his mind had reached a conclusion, but his heart couldn’t believe it. In a swift motion, he pulled out a knife and drove it into the table, safely away from any fingers. “Describe him. Now.” His voice was tight and high, as if only years of self discipline were keeping him controlled.

Newt recalled the information with surprising speed. But that wasn’t hard, really, with Radon demanding it from him.

“Black hair. Tattooed. Could easily blend into a crowd. Steals more than he buys. Dark hair and eyes, five foot eleven.”

It wasn’t even the end of Newt’s description when Radon let out a string of curses and yanked his knife from the table, running out the front door of the base as quickly as he’d come.

“...Well that was, something.” Krypton said after a moment of quiet. “Hope he finishes off this business.” She took off her white gloves and shook them out, a bit of dust coming off. “There we go,” She purred to herself before getting up and leaving the room, as if nothing of importance had ever happened. Neon waited a moment before following her, pulling her bandana off her face as she went.

Argon looked over at Helium and asked, “What do you think will happen now?”

“It’s pouring now, gang. Pouring and storming.” Helium said quietly before he took a sip of whiskey and put it back in the cabinet.

[linoone]

Forgot to upload ❤️ februarys sketches ...

[jennajaeger]

once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

My good friend @damngoodbabysiitter got me to take the above uquiz for my self insert OCs and share the results for each of them!!

(if anyone else wants to do the same for their OCs, feel free to do so and say I tagged you!! <3)

Jenna, Persephone, Gigi

acerbic wit

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

Nyx

silent admission

in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.

Soraya, Nova

rippling sunset

you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.

Annette, Jacaera

fractured glass

no amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. you’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? you’re a fraud. your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. you’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. i hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

Liesel

sympathy for the devil

you try so hard to be a beacon of hope for everyone, but nobody’s a beacon of hope for you. most likely, someone’s betrayed you in the past. it’s not like you’re easy to walk over, you just believe(d) too much in the inherent good of people. that isn’t a bad thing, and there’s nothing wrong with being kind and forgiving… i just feel kind of bad for you. i hope you can get a friend who doesn’t fuck with your head and take advantage of your kindness for once.

Valkyrie, Naomi

animal intuition

loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

Melody

spun gossamer

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

Ianthe

behind the mask

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

Corie

benign culpability

everyone hates you because you are a facetious lying bitch. …kidding, i think. seriously, though! you try way too hard to look like a picturesque example of class and responsibility, but you use your position as a social butterfly to take advantage of those weaker than you. it’s rare for anything not to be your fault, and everyone thinks you’re crying wolf when you actually HAVEN’T done anything. it gets kind of tiring to have everyone on your dick all the time, but it’s less interesting to actually behave. good luck with the therapy?

[jennajaeger]

More new working base designs for Persephone :P I definitely think I'm getting a clearer and clearer picture for her, though I'm still working on how to potentially work a mask into her look since it's a quintessential Spidey thing XD

[jennajaeger]

Not me screaming upon realizing that Persephone will ABSOLUTELY pull her boobs out to win an argument with Miguel XD 

God I wish I could draw, I have the most hilarious mental image 

Miguel does absolutely everything with silence or ambient noise as much as possible, meanwhile Persephone is ABSOLUTELY that girl who falls asleep listening to true crime podcasts 

I just keep picturing these two in bed next to each other and Persephone is peacefully asleep while poor Miguel is just laying there staring at the ceiling listening to the details of some gruesome murder

[jennajaeger]

third go around :P Slowly but surely pinning down more and more aspects of her design; one thing’s for sure after seeing the movie a second time I had to give her a braid since she’s gonna be swinging around so much XD 

Okay, let’s do this one more time….

Her name is Persephone Pemberton. From Earth-713, she originates from the city of New Kiev, an amalgamation of New York City and Kiev, Ukraine. 

In this universe, the legend of The Scarlet Witch was treated as prophecy. Some sects even worshipped her as a goddess. So prolific was her mythos that eventually, Alchemax became determined to bring this prophecy to fruition. In order to do so, they began running human experimentation, lying to the masses that these experiments were meant for medical research.

Persephone became a voluntary subject of one of these experiments. Her parents died when she was young, and she was raised by her older brother, Patrick. From an early age, Persephone showed scientific aptitude, and a deep fascination with the meeting point where science and magic intersect. When she volunteered for the Alchemax program, Patrick volunteered with her.

They were bitten by a radioactive spider…..that had been infused with dark magic. Chaos magic.

Persephone survived. Patrick…..didn’t.

When she watched her brother die, the immense power that was now running through Persephone’s veins manifested all at once; pure and uncontrolled. All of her pain, her grief, her rage, all of it poured out of her in a single instant in a massive burst of magical power.

Her power l e v e l l e d the city. There was nothing left. No Alchemax. No Oscorp. No villains to fight. No people to protect. There was just…..her.

The Spider-Witch.

Persephone has become something more than just the Scarlet Witch. She is the point at which science and magic intersect. She can shoot webs and use magic to facilitate flight. She has telekinesis, enhanced physical strength, mind reading abilities, superhuman agility and reflexes. But more than even all of that….she can follow each string of the web that makes up the multiverse, and traverse it as she pleases. She can open up portals of her own between dimensions, without the use of a nifty watch. 

(As you can imagine, Miguel O’Hara does not like this one bit.)

With nothing left in her own universe, she began to travel the multiverse, meet other Spiders, help them defend their worlds. In many different Earths, Persephone Pemberton is known as everything from a world famous singer to a teacher of astronomy and divination. 

But there is only o n e Persephone Pemberton. Only one Spider-Witch.

She is entirely too powerful. And her power makes her dangerous.

Spider-Witch playlist ~ Miguel/Persephone playlist

(tracklists under the cut)

Keep reading

[jennajaeger]

second pass at it; though I’m beginning to realize this doll maker is more limited when it comes to color choices than I originally thought :P 

Okay, let’s do this one more time….

Her name is Persephone Pemberton. From Earth-713, she originates from the city of New Kiev, an amalgamation of New York City and Kiev, Ukraine. 

In this universe, the legend of The Scarlet Witch was treated as prophecy. Some sects even worshipped her as a goddess. So prolific was her mythos that eventually, Alchemax became determined to bring this prophecy to fruition. In order to do so, they began running human experimentation, lying to the masses that these experiments were meant for medical research.

Persephone became a voluntary subject of one of these experiments. Her parents died when she was young, and she was raised by her older brother, Patrick. From an early age, Persephone showed scientific aptitude, and a deep fascination with the meeting point where science and magic intersect. When she volunteered for the Alchemax program, Patrick volunteered with her.

They were bitten by a radioactive spider…..that had been infused with dark magic. Chaos magic.

Persephone survived. Patrick…..didn’t.

When she watched her brother die, the immense power that was now running through Persephone’s veins manifested all at once; pure and uncontrolled. All of her pain, her grief, her rage, all of it poured out of her in a single instant in a massive burst of magical power.

Her power l e v e l l e d the city. There was nothing left. No Alchemax. No Oscorp. No villains to fight. No people to protect. There was just…..her.

The Spider-Witch.

Persephone has become something more than just the Scarlet Witch. She is the point at which science and magic intersect. She can shoot webs and use magic to facilitate flight. She has telekinesis, enhanced physical strength, mind reading abilities, superhuman agility and reflexes. But more than even all of that….she can follow each string of the web that makes up the multiverse, and traverse it as she pleases. She can open up portals of her own between dimensions, without the use of a nifty watch. 

(As you can imagine, Miguel O’Hara does not like this one bit.)

With nothing left in her own universe, she began to travel the multiverse, meet other Spiders, help them defend their worlds. In many different Earths, Persephone Pemberton is known as everything from a world famous singer to a teacher of astronomy and divination. 

But there is only o n e Persephone Pemberton. Only one Spider-Witch.

She is entirely too powerful. And her power makes her dangerous.

Spider-Witch playlist ~ Miguel/Persephone playlist

(tracklists under the cut)

Keep reading

[jennajaeger]

made here!!

Okay, let’s do this one more time….

Her name is Persephone Pemberton. From Earth-713, she originates from the city of New Kiev, an amalgamation of New York City and Kiev, Ukraine. 

In this universe, the legend of The Scarlet Witch was treated as prophecy. Some sects even worshipped her as a goddess. So prolific was her mythos that eventually, Alchemax became determined to bring this prophecy to fruition. In order to do so, they began running human experimentation, lying to the masses that these experiments were meant for medical research.

Persephone became a voluntary subject of one of these experiments. Her parents died when she was young, and she was raised by her older brother, Patrick. From an early age, Persephone showed scientific aptitude, and a deep fascination with the meeting point where science and magic intersect. When she volunteered for the Alchemax program, Patrick volunteered with her.

They were bitten by a radioactive spider…..that had been infused with dark magic. Chaos magic.

Persephone survived. Patrick…..didn’t.

When she watched her brother die, the immense power that was now running through Persephone’s veins manifested all at once; pure and uncontrolled. All of her pain, her grief, her rage, all of it poured out of her in a single instant in a massive burst of magical power.

Her power l e v e l l e d the city. There was nothing left. No Alchemax. No Oscorp. No villains to fight. No people to protect. There was just…..her.

The Spider-Witch.

Persephone has become something more than just the Scarlet Witch. She is the point at which science and magic intersect. She can shoot webs and use magic to facilitate flight. She has telekinesis, enhanced physical strength, mind reading abilities, superhuman agility and reflexes. But more than even all of that….she can follow each string of the web that makes up the multiverse, and traverse it as she pleases. She can open up portals of her own between dimensions, without the use of a nifty watch. 

(As you can imagine, Miguel O’Hara does not like this one bit.)

With nothing left in her own universe, she began to travel the multiverse, meet other Spiders, help them defend their worlds. In many different Earths, Persephone Pemberton is known as everything from a world famous singer to a teacher of astronomy and divination. 

But there is only o n e Persephone Pemberton. Only one Spider-Witch.

She is entirely too powerful. And her power makes her dangerous.

Spider-Witch playlist ~ Miguel/Persephone playlist

(tracklists under the cut)

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