#so that’s still Peter and not a doppelgänger

[therealquicksilver]

@tony-starkinator @clintbarton-thearrowguy @official-buckybarnes

*Speeds into the room*

Sup, dudes. Totally not trying to be that guy, and I’m sorry about crashing your meeting, but I had to meet y’all in person. Nice crib. I’ve been couch surfing for the past few days, and I gotta say, not great. Oh, I came here for something else too, what was it…oh, yeah. Think I stole one of your arrows. Sorry, Clint. Just thought it looked cool. Here you go, it kinda stabbed me, so I don’t want it anymore.

[lauriel816]

Captain Marvel Spoilers:

In the post-credits scene Monica wakes up in the laboratory of x mansion, and is told by Hank that she is in a parallel universe. Monica, who once met Peter at westview, ends up in a universe where xmen thrives. Coincidence? I think not.

[inators]

From that one prompt that said 'Heinz Doofenshmirtz has died'

The main console nearly bowed to the power of Perry's fists as he slammed them down, chair behind him clattering to the ground from the force at which he stood. He glared up at the screen, murder in his eyes and a ferocious curl to his lip. That was not funny.

Major Monogram and Carl glanced at each other, then back down at Perry with some amount of trepidation. Everyone knew of Perry's less-than-professional connection to Heinz Doofenshmirtz; they just didn't know how deep that connection ever went. "We understand that this might come as a bit of a... shock. We just got the news ourselves."

Perry's fists clenched even harder, if such were possible; his nails dug into his palms as he ground his teeth. Heinz, dead? Impossible. He had just thwarted him yesterday. The resultant explosion from his self-destruct button shouldn't have been near enough to cause serious harm. Not to the most resilient man he knew. Could it be? Did someone finally manage to thwart his nemesis? But that was his job. Who else... What else...?

( If this was Peter's work, he thought savagely, then OWCA would have a rogue agent on its hands in no time flat. )

「Show him to me,」demanded the agent without preamble, his signage snapped out restlessly. He held up a finger when Carl opened his mouth to object.「Now.」

Carl pressed a button. A pneumatic tube appeared next to Perry, which he tried not to hurry into. His mind was still reeling from the news... If it was news. Some elaborate plan, perhaps — or a duplicate, a clone, a doppelgänger of some sort. He'd cloned Perry before. Why not himself? He felt sick. His stomach was tying itself in knots. It was as if his body knew, even if he refused to believe it himself. Don't be dead, Heinz, he prayed, his heart beginning to ache as its beat thundered in his ears. Don't. Don't. Don't.

The morgue was clean in a way that was disturbing even to Perry. Every inch of it gleamed with a sickening promise. I will take him, it whispered as Perry exited the tube. I will take him and tear him apart.

He was so small.

Perry swallowed hard and approached the gurney, his body beginning to shake. Monogram and Carl stood nearby the tube, but he didn't care about his audience just now. Heinz — wonderful, ridiculous, extraordinary Heinz — lay there cold and lifeless. His arms were missing; someone had put them to the side in preparation for the autopsy, he guessed, but it only served to make his nemesis look... Tiny. Frail. Helpless. His fingers danced over his narrow forehead, down his cheek and along his neck where he finally stopped to check for a pulse. He bent, listening for a cough, a breath, anything, but nothing came. His own breath caught in his throat. No. No-no-no.

Ever so slowly, ever so painfully, Perry realized that yes, he was looking at his esteemed beloved cherished nemesis. He could remember every burn, every scar, both pink and grey, old and new. They were all there. Every single mark, every single story, mapped out on the stiff body displayed before him.

Perry choked.

Was he sick, or was that a sob? There was a constriction in his throat that he didn't recognize, and a wetness in his eyes that he refused to name. He breathed hard through his mouth, tried to let the pressure out, but he couldn't. For once, Perry the Platypus couldn't control himself. His fingers clenched on the side of the gurney as he tried and failed to stem his tears, determinedly blinking them away. Heinz wouldn't want him to cry. He would never want Heinz to see him crying. He needed to be the personification of unstoppable, dynamic fury that Heinz knew. For Heinz, he needed to be Agent P.

I never got to tell you, he lamented, and let his fingers trace over Heinz's cheek again. I never got to tell you... but I will show you.

He took one last look at Heinz, not knowing what his expression looked like — not wanting to know what his expression looked like — and turned away, heading back for the tube.

"Agent P — " Monogram tried; but Perry shouldered past him and took the tube back to his lair, where he shouldered his jetpack and headed straight for Doofenshmirtz Evil, Inc. He would find out who did this if it took his last breath.

And they would pay.

[hobiebrownismygod]

Miles G. Morales isn't "cold"

So...I see lots of people characterizing Miles G. Morales as a cold, arrogant "bad-boy" in their fanfictions. But y'all this just isn't accurate if you want to write him carefully.

Note: Headcanon him how you want, this post is specifically for writers who want to write him as accurately to his character as possible! Think of it as a character analysis.

42-Miles was on screen for approximately two minutes. He says maybe 5 or 6 lines, all delivered with very little emotion and in a fairly cold tone.

Its completely understandable that people would think he would be the "bad boy" type and would be a cold, arrogant person. HOWEVER-

Lets look into this more deeply.

First lets talk about the scene we got of him.

42-Miles ties up 1610-Miles to a punching bag. Where have we seen this before? Oh right-

1610-Miles did the exact same thing when he met Peter B. Parker for the first time.

These scenes mirror each other extremely closely, with 42-Miles even talking in a deeper tone of voice the same way 1610-Miles talked in a slightly deeper tone when he was trying to present himself as more intimidating to Peter B.

So why is this significant?

42-Miles is putting on an act. He just met his doppelgänger, somebody who's wearing a spandex suit, showed up in his apartment and is overall just very creepy. Of course he's going to be a little reserved, of course he's going to be stoic and unemotional. We don't even know if the concept of the multiverse exists in this universe. For all we know, 42-Miles doesn't even know that multiversal travel is possible.

Lets talk about 42-Rio's reaction to seeing Miles-1610

When 1610-Miles shows up in Earth-42 and talks to Rio, she doesn't seem that put-off by him. She makes jokes with him the way the average mother and son do.

Why is this significant?

The difference in the characterization of 1610-Miles and 42-Miles is absolutely insane. People treat 1610-Miles like a baby and they treat 42-Miles like a full grown man. However, the reality is that they're both going to have very similar personalities.

Rio would have noticed her son's demeanor changing and probably would've said something about it. But she didn't seem put-off at all by the way 1610-Miles acted. She even brings up comic-con, which suggests that 42-Miles has talked about comic-con and is therefore a ginormous nerd.

This suggests that 42-Miles acts similarly to 1610-Miles at home. He's also a talkative, friendly kid who spends a lot of time with his mom, and thats why she didn't realize there was anything going on when 1610-Miles showed up.

He's not cold. He's the average, maybe slightly depressed, kid.

Let's talk about Peter Parker.

Every version of Peter Parker we've seen so far is pretty similar. Even Pavitr Prabhakar and Hobie brown have fairly optimistic vibes, cracking jokes and being fairly outgoing. Especially with their masks on, we can see that they seem like they'd be pretty fun to hang out with. None of them can be described as cold.

42-Miles was supposed to be Spider-man. He'd have the same personality. Maybe he'd be a little more reserved, a little more stoic, but he'd still be the lovable goofball Spider-Man is supposed to be.

Miles G. Morales isn't a gangster. He's a teenage boy in a bad situation. Write him as such and do justice to his character. He deserves it.

He's a goofball guys.

ART IS NOT MINE!!! MADE BY @xrandomxpostsx ON PINTEREST AND IS LINKED!!

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Pitch for Spider-Man 4:

A year after “No Way Home”, Peter Parker has reluctantly taken a job at the Daily Bugle in order to make ends meet. While there, he befriends one of J. Jonah Jameson’s interns, a college student named Miles Morales. Miles is attending the same college that Michelle Jones is enrolled in.

Although Peter is trying to maintain his distance due to everyone’s memories still being wiped, Miles can’t help but talk about MJ since he’s friends with her. That’s when Miles drops the bombshell reveal that MJ is currently seeing someone.

Peter reluctantly asks who is MJ’s new boyfriend. Miles, although he doesn’t know why Peter cares so much, says, “I think his name is Ben something.”

Later on, Peter decides to spy on MJ to see who this new guy is. After much build-up, Peter’s jaw drop when he sees that “Ben” - full name is Ben Reilly - turns out to be:

The rest of the movie is Peter trying to figure out who the heck is this doppelgänger. And, if you aren’t familiar with the storyline this is based off, the answer is clones. Peter Parker was cloned at some point in the past for mysterious reasons.

(It goes without saying but the highlight of this movie would obviously be Tom Holland acting against himself since Peter eventually has to team up with Ben Reilly)

Mid-credits scene: Peter Parker and Ben Reilly encounter the 2nd Peter clone, Kaine Parker. Who probably has this kind of energy -

[noellie-writes217]

Unemployed and Uneducated

Summary: Peter is desperate for a job after months of living on his own

Warnings: none really, just a few mentions of loneliness and a lost relative

“Peter Parker?” A woman from the unemployment office calls into an overall dejected lobby. Peter looks up from holding his head in his hands as his knee bounces anxiously.

The same few thoughts flood his brain:

* I’m pathetic

* I can’t do this much longer

* I can’t do anything

* I need help

- Who the hell could I ask?

- I’m fucking alone!

- I couldn’t save May, who else can’t I save?

* I am so fucked in the head

- Lost everyone

1. First my parents

2. Ben

3. Tony

4. May

5. Everyone else, including my best friend, my doppelgängers, and of course, the love of my life

Man this shit is gonna give me a complex

* I am so depressed

- I should get medication

- I can’t afford medication

- That’s why I’m at a fucking unemployment agency

* And I’m back to being pathetic

“Here,” Peter pushes away all of those invasive thoughts for the next fifteen minutes in that woman’s office. She types his name into her computer and pushes her glasses up, as if that will change the astonishing lack of… anything.

Peter sits there, awkwardly, eyes darting around the room as if he has no clue about what she’s seeing— not seeing on that screen.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think we’ll just have to “build your resume on print.” The red haired middle aged—Gina, Peter reads the name on the plaque on her desk— grabs a pen and some paper.

“So where did you graduate?”

“Oh, I uh… I had to, uh… dropout…?”

Gina nods and writes something down on the paper. She kinda reminds Peter of a glorified guidance counselor… but maybe a little meaner. “Look Peter, I’m not gonna lie to you, this isn’t looking good for you. Without a GED and a diploma shits gonna get real difficult. I seriously recommend you getting that GED. I can’t give you some entry level jobs to start until you get that degree.”

Now it’s Peter’s turn to nod.

“So tell me about what you like to do.”

‘Apparently, I like to self sabotage a lot.’ He filters himself so he doesn’t projectile word-vomit all over this stranger’s office.

“I wanted to be an engineer. I had my sights set on MIT before I had to drop out.”

———

Trying to think of a time before a traumatic event is extremely difficult. A victim of rape can be triggered by something that once was innocent, like a lemonade stand; a son who used to be pushed by his father on the football field might not be able to play football ever again after they stop talking to their father; a victim of domestic violence might not be able to respond to sudden movements from their partners the same way. And for all of those people, looking back on their memories before the abuse might be difficult to do with a totally unbiased opinion.

Something’s you never forget, like the way Aunt May felt in Peter’s arms just before she died. Or the words she spoke in those final moments, the same words his uncle Ben said when he died.

‘Nothing will ever be the same.’

Peter can’t afford flowers for May’s grave, but he still visits her grave three times a week on average, no less than two in that span.

And that’s where he is right now. Sitting across from her grave stone with his journal between the hedge and him.

“So I’m still looking for a job, and I haven’t really had time to make friends, but it’ll get better soon…” as soon as he feels a tear fall down his right cheek, he sniffles, blinks. And uses his sleeve to wipe it all away.

“Good God, May. Why didn’t you tell me it’d be so hard to make it on my own?” He chuckled somberly, the same way anyone would when they were trying to hide their emotions.

“I don’t want to keep going.” He cries. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can.” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice says from behind him. “She’d want you to.”

It’s Happy.

Peter closes the journal and stands up as fast as possible for him.

“Sorry,” Happy starts, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

Peter hides his face and can’t even bring himself to self to glance at Happy even by accident, “No no, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I should probably leave anyways.” He starts to step away but Happy takes hold of his jacket sleeve.

“Wait, let me take you to get something to eat,” He smiles, “please. My treat.

Tom takes a moment to consider the offer. The most surprising thing about his moment of hesitation is the fact that he thought about saying no.

“Why would you want to take a stranger out to eat?” He asks.

“I don’t know. You just remind me of someone that I can’t quite place.”

Peter smiles with a glint of hope in his eyes.

— — —

“So,” Happy starts as Peter munches on his cheeseburger, “what’s a young kid like you doing visiting someone’s grave instead of going to school?”

Peter puts down the burger, “I had to drop out actually.” Happy leans back on the booth bench.

“It’s not drugs or anything,” Peter reassures the older man, “I just don’t have the money for anything and I need to earn money for rent.”

“So was May helping you with that before she died?” Happy asks.

Peter debates being forthcoming about his past, but decides against it because he doesn’t have the strength anymore. He lost that at the Statue of Liberty.

“Yeah. My parents died and she always managed to find someway to help me.” Peter smiled.

“I was her boyfriend,” Happy begins, “she never mentioned you. Peter, are you hiding something?” Peter gets a l little nervous.

“I went to the soup kitchen after school. She helped so many that she probably had no idea the effect she had on me.” He covers his ass.

Happy is still suspicious but doesn’t push. “Well, Peter, you seem like a good kid. I’m sure everything will work out eventually.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.”

“So where’s the first place on your list?” He asks.

“What?”

“You said you’re looking for a job, tell me where you’re looking and I can give you a ride.”

“Stormy’s Autobody.”

[shrinkthisviolet]

What, if anything, would drive your ocs to becoming a villain?

Oooh I love this question!

So for Morgan, I actually have a whole RF!Morgan concept floating around (see tags). Details of it are TBD, but it basically involves Morgan becoming a speedster and Eowells grooming her to be...essentially his executioner, for lack of a better word. Since this is from the start of s1, she never gets close to Barry, and Eowells systematically chips away at her friendships with Caitlin, Cisco, and Iris. Thus, by the time s1 ends, Morgan is essentially pushed out of Team Flash.

However, this isn't what pushes her to villainy. What does that would be the death of someone who grows to care about her and even puts her safety above his own goals (won't say who because spoilers, but it's someone unexpected 😂).

(The reason it wouldn't be Tina is because Eowells would likely kill her off during s1, and Morgan killing Eowells (partly in retaliation, partly to protect Team Flash when she learns the truth about him) doesn't make her a full-tilt villain yet. It just sets off a chain of events that will eventually result in her becoming one)

Now Lucy...she'd have to be turned by Luke. There's already a precedent for him using history and her ideals against her to make a point—if he were a Sith, he could do that even more. It would take a lot to wear her down, considering all she knows about the Sith...but it's Luke. He knows his sister like he knows his own mind. It would work eventually.

(Still, when it comes to Lucy, I prefer the angst of Luke turning to the Dark Side and Lucy battling her every temptation to try and save him, even if it’s in vain).

Reyna's is fun to think about because of how much it mirrors what Cisco's could be. Now ofc, she doesn't meet her evil doppelgänger like Cisco does...but maybe she does eventually come to realize that these powers she's feared all her life (an unfortunate consequence of needing to suppress her powers from an early age in a world where metas are illegal) are insanely powerful and she can control them.

So maybe she learns how to do it...and she sees other Earths. She sees all the good, all the bad...and she becomes obsessed with fixing things, making them the way they should be...especially for Nora's sake. All of it is for her loved ones, see, and especially Nora. Nora, who's the only one who could pull her back to reality...unless Reyna mentions an Earth, a timeline, a reality where Barry survives Crisis 👀

For Amelia, it would likely be her putting on the Doc Ock arms to save her adoptive father from that fate, knowing from NWH what Otto Octavius's fate is 🥺 then she's corrupted by the inhibitor. It could also result in a very angsty Amelia vs Peter fight, wherein Peter is begging his now-twin sister to remember who she is, while Amelia (who, ofc, doesn't know who Peter Parker is or that Spidey is him) attacks him.

The angst potential fr 🥰

ask my OC(s) anything!

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[swiftyangx12]

🕷️The Adventures of Agent Arachnis!🕸️

[Ep. 3: Briefing & Chill out]

[Valorant x Marvel]

[Synopsis]: Arachnis has more to tell about Earth 2020-6-2 (Valorant Universe) and it’s mostly a chilled out day.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[(A/N)]: Yeah, I’m still working on the OC. Just need some time working on their traits and backstory.

[Earth-928, Spider Society H.Q.]

[Spider-Man 2099’s lair]

Arachnis: So, you’re still questioning about my world and line of work?

Miguel: It’s unlikely we recruited a Spider-based hero who has no variations of Spider-Man’s enemies.

Arachnis: That should be a good thing since we’re already dealing with doppelgängers stealing our power source. *Hooks up their tablet to the computer*

Peter B. Parker: What are you about to show us?

Arachnis: Video feeds of the agents doing their duties. Lyla, is everything ready?

Lyla: Yep! *Plays the video*

Peter B. Parker: What’s with the music?

Arachnis: Sorry. My colleague, Cypher edited these videos and he likes to add dramatization to everything.

Miguel: This is where we caught the Goblin variant.

Arachnis: Yeah, back on Omega Earth where I freaked out because we were on their territory.

Peter B. Parker: Huh. Sounds like you two had fun on your “date”.

Miguel & Arachnis: We’re not dating.

Lyla: Wow. You have so many video feeds. *Plays another one*

Peter B. Parker: *Growing concern* Are you sure this alright to watch this?

Arachnis: Peter, everything is heavily edited in case newly recruited agents are too squeamish when reviewing these feeds.

Peter B. Parker: What if the kids see these videos?

Arachnis: I added a passcode to the feeds for security reasons and only agents can access them. *Points to themselves*

Lyla: *Plays another feed* These look fun.

Arachnis: Oh yeah. For odd reasons, he likes to add titles and thumbnails like if they’re cinematic episodes or something.

Peter B. Parker: You have a training bot?

Arachnis: We had one, but everyone destroyed the thing. Originally, it was a cleaner bot and some agents decided to rebuild it as a killing machine for petty games, and it was completely demolished because it tried to eliminate us all.

Peter B. Parker: Oh. At least you’re okay.

Miguel: [Y/N], why aren’t you in any of these feeds?

Arachnis: I wasn’t recruited yet until later and had stealth missions during those times. I have some clips with me in them. *Shows some exclusive feeds to Miguel from their phone*

Miguel: *Watching intently* *Secretly impressed by their performance and gets surprised by the killing spree*

Arachnis: Ah fuck. Sorry. I forgot those parts. Some guards spotted me and I had to fight back.

《🕷️》

Arachnis: Wait. Say that again? You called everything about multiple universes with their variants of Spider-people, the “Arachnohumanoid Polymultiverse”?

Miguel: It’s an accurate description.

Arachnis: It sounds stupid. Cute, but stupid.

Miguel: How would you rename it?

Arachnis: The Spiderverse sounds like a better fit.

《🕷️》

Peter B. Parker: Has anyone seen Mayday?

Miles: *Nods* We haven’t seen her.

Gwen: Oh god. Let’s go find her.

[The Spider gang search everywhere in the building. Through the food court, to every sector, to the Go-Home area and even the darkest corners of the society.]

Hobie: *Spots a bundle of webbing by Sector 2* Found ‘em.

[Peter lifts off the flap that is attached to the funnel web and he finds a surprise inside.]

Arachnis: *Quietly napping with Mayday on their chest in the funnel-shaped web hammock*

Peter B. Parker: Awww. *Pulls out his phone and snaps some images*

Arachnis: *Wakes up drowsy and yawns* Huh? Peter?

Mayday: *Also wakes up and yawns* *Adorably rubs her eyes*

Peter B. Parker: Morning, sleepyheads.

Arachnis: *Takes out their mouth guards* Bleh.

Peter B. Parker: Huh. I didn’t know you wear retainers.

Arachnis: No, these are mouth guards. I can’t retract my fangs and don’t want to hurt Mayday.

Miles: When did you have time to make this?

Arachnis: Just an hour ago. It’s pretty easy when your role is Sentinel on missions.

《🕷️》

Arachnis: *Babysitting Mayday again* “Spider-Mayday! Spider-Mayday! Does whatever a spider can do! She can swing, from her web!”

Mayday: *Giggling while Arachnis lifts her around the air*

Miguel: *Watches the two playing around through his monitors*

Lyla: *Over his shoulder* Stalker, much?

Miguel: What? No. They’re still a possibility that they can be dangerous.

Arachnis: Look, Mayday. Check this out, *Creates a Web Barrier* Can you do that?

Mayday: *Manage to trap Arachnis in her webs* *Cheers happily*

Arachnis: *Wrapped up like a burrito* Somebody help me.

Lyla: Uh-huh, yeah. They seem dangerous.

《🕷️》

[Earth 2020-6-2, Valorant H.Q.]

Arachnis: *Contacting with the others through their watch* Sorry, Miguel. Things are tense at the VP now and I’m not sure how long it will take for the mess to settle down. There are major updates about Kingdom and something triggered my friend’s buddies from the revelations.

Gekko: *In the background trying to calm Thrash down with Wingman*

Miguel: Understandable. You do what you need to do. Just…

Arachnis: What?

Miguel: Just don’t get in trouble and do not fail your duties.

Arachnis: I know, you grump. You don’t have to remind me. Maybe when things get better, I’ll be back in the Society. Don’t miss me too much, big guy.

Miguel: I won’t miss you.

Arachnis: I know you will. Tell the others I’ll be gone for some time and be back soon. *Ends call*

[Back on Earth 928]

Lyla: You’re worried about them.

Miguel: No, I don’t.

Lyla: C’mon, admit it. I read the vitals and they don’t lie. You’re more than worried for their safety.

Miguel: Lyla, just stop. I understand they need to do their job. Just like everyone else.

Lyla: Not everyone faces their own double everyday to prevent a worldly disaster while avoiding hundreds of bullets.

Miguel: *Sighs* “Shock. I do worry for them.”

🕷️[Reblogs helps creators and creates for more content]🕸️

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[trash-king18]

spider-sona🖤🕸️🕷️

finally created a spider-sona, just finished the concept sketches because i don’t like doing digital art but i might for the color.

meet penelope parker, 26, from earth 927

————

“all right, let’s try this again. my name, is penelope parker and four years ago i was bitten by a radioactive spider. 

my brother, peter, worked for alchemax and when he tried to show me what they had been working on his boss decided to use us as test subjects to make sure we kept quiet. the poison killed us, or at least i ~was~ dead. i had been brought back to life by my brothers nonconformist coworker.. he couldn’t save us both. 

when i woke up, everything was different. i was stronger, faster. i also had fangs, and venom, which was new. if i concentrate enough i can channel my own bioelectric currents into my fingers. good trick if you need to short circuit something and sneak away from the police.. which i totally haven’t done. 

at first, all i wanted was to avenge my brother. they started calling me widow maker… because i widowed the wives of every man who played a part in his death. it’s not something i’m proud of, i was angry then. but since those days, i’ve shaped up, starting using my powers for good. they still call me widow, because spider woman’s kinda corny.. no offense. but i’m stopping crime, and the occasional inter-dimensional threat, you know no biggie. and now? i’m just another friendly neighborhood spider” 

————

here’s my head cannons for her in the spiderverse

Steven Stone (doppelgänger of the grandfather of tyler stone earth 928) was the boss responsible for her brothers death and he was the last person she killed when she was avenging him

the edge of her swords is charged with electricity and can cut through spider webs

her fangs inject black widow venom with cause pain, stiffness, nausea, and trouble breathing but the reaction varies for each person and she doesn’t bite almost ever.

suit is all black including the detailing which is just matte black

motorcycle girly asf

if venom exists in her universe she would be best friends with him and eddie is kind of like her tired grumpy dad friend. she crashes on his couch after missions when she’s hurt so she doesn’t arouse suspicion with her roommate since she’s still in her last year of grad school.

resident older sister for all the kids (miles margo hobie pavitr and gwen) at HQ.

fluent in spanish, puerto rican, and would absolutely help miles get better

best friends with lyla, and loves making miguel’s life as difficult as possible with her

doesn’t hesitate to question miguel’s cannon theory (bc it really doesn’t make sense) and knock some sense into him (probably literally)

would absolutely teach mayday more tricks with her webs

she met deadpool once on a mission with miguel and they bonded over their swords and he practically has to drag her back out of that universe but they immediately promised to hang out again. “You make the weirdest friends” “aw don’t worry i’m sure you’ll make some of your own one day”

[johanna-swann]

Okay so I finally watched "across the spiderverse" last friday and I've been reblogging some art, but haven't really said anything about it yet. Because honestly, I didn't want to spread any negativity and I wanted to cool off first, sleep on it. (Settle in for a rant.)

First of all: The movie was awesome and I had so much fun watching it. The visuals were mindblowing, I loved the new characters and they set up some really interesting storylines. But here lies the problem. They mostly set up a great climax, built up tension and more tension. They built and built and built. And then the movie was suddenly just over. And I absolutely hated that.

Not in a "awe dang" / slightly annoyed way, but in a truly pissed off way. Because they didn't leave us with one or two unanswered questions or a vaguely open ending, a slight teaser for a third installment, no. They basically left us hanging in the open air. It didn't feel like closing a chapter, it felt like being cut off in the middle of a sentence. No resolution, no catharsis. I left the cinema completely wired up and with the knowledge that I would be sitting on these unresolved feelings for at least 2 years. (If I'm informed correctly it's now 3 years.)

And that made me so angry even though - no, because I really liked the movie while it was still going. It felt like they promised something truly amazing and then didn't deliver.

I know that they will deliver eventually and it's not like they actually promised anything. I know that it's good that they're taking several years to work on the third movie. (It's good for the artists and the quality of the movie, I'm glad they're not rushing this.) But right now this is how I feel and I won't be watching the second movie again before the third one comes out.

[There's more mostly minor details that I didn't love about this movie. I felt like Gwen's background story/introduction sequence could've been shorter because we already knew a lot of what was shown. I missed the other spider-folk from the old movie. Even Peter B. had only a handful of moments. I'm not a big fan of the doppelgänger thing they're doing with universe 42. But as I said, minor details.

I just know that I kept waiting for the feeling I had in the first movie when Miles finally takes that leap of faith and truly becomes Spider-Man, but that moment didn't come. Maybe it's not fair to judge the movie so harshly when we don't even know yet how the story ends, but in my opinion a good sequel should be able to stand on its own two feet instead of relying on the next movie to fix everything. And for me this movie can't do that.

Another problem of course is that I keep comparing it to the first movie which I have not a single negative thing to say about. Into the Spiderverse is one of two movies that to me are basically perfect. Big shoes to fill and all.]

TL;DR: The movie wasn't bad, quite the opposite. The animation was so so good. I had a lot of fun in the cinema. But I feel very disappointed with the way the movie ended.

[spirestar]

Andrey sounds even worse than he looks, somehow, and he looks a wreck -- His face a rainbow prism of shimmering bruises, one eye shooting red with blood loose from a vessel, jaw wound tighter than the springs in the barrel of a gun primed to fire. There aren't enough people to blame. He can blame the Bachelor, laid up in his attic with a fever fit to wrestle God himself. He can blame the Saburov girl, wants to even, but the urchin slips through the town like water and no amount of blades or bullets could touch her. ( He still dreams of ringing her neck. ) He can blame the self-centered Kains, the greedy Olgimskys, the Saburovs who've wanted the Stamatins's heads since they arrived at the Town's perimeter. Everyone / EVERYONE is to blame and Andrey has nothing left to bridle him, ho hopes or dreams or glittering fantasies wishing for the breath of life. No, he has never been the creator. The destroyer, yes, an artist, a breaker of boundaries and shatterer of skulls. Nothing more, nothing less, not enough.

He can blame Artemy Burakh, too. It isn't difficult. A healer of tradition who should have innately understood the pest so connected with the godforsaken Town -- Who should have surpassed Isidor / The bastard had no right to die, to leave them all toddling in the Marbles Nest / Wasn't that his role? Andrey will kill Daniil Dankovsky when he's well enough to put up a fight again. ( When he can pummel his face in and hear him crying loud enough to regret it. To give it up. ) As of now, it's Burakh who stands in his path / WHO DARES TO SHOW HIS FACE / and so Burakh will do. Andrey is a man cleft in twain, his marrow and bone split in the center and peeling, splitting, crumpling away like old blueprints. Mitosis gone backwards.

"Get out," he spits, the words laced with more heat than a thousand suns and enough blatant hatred to prove he's willing to bash Artemy's brains in, or at least try to. He takes a step closer. The Broken Heart is nigh empty aside from the few employees remaining, ( hovering behind the counter now to avoid danger ) the ones who quarantine in the building, who Andrey can't take care of and doesn't try to and yet remain. "You're not welcome Burakh and I won't say it twice." His voice is pulled taut, string about to snap. He's not making any attempts to hold back. He's just -- Vacillating between all-encompassing grief and rage. Explosive and counting down to the moment he snaps another neck or runs through another town mob to batter and be battered by. His eyes are far away. Lost somewhere he's not meant to be but can't keep from going / Near slipping into unconsciousness of the mind, but not the body. Andrey is firmly rooted to the carcass -- It's all he has left of Peter now. The brass knuckles looped over the fingers of his left hand still shine bloody. "Oh, I'm sure you're sorry," he chuckles something wicked, ugly and curdling in his throat like bile. Sorry now that you'll be haunted for the rest of your short, short life / Sorry now that you're stood face to face with another doppelgänger. "Cry about it then, hah! Prove it."

@spirestar said: "did you come here to die?" ( andrey for one of the healers, take your pick 🤭 )

"No." Artemy pauses. The other Stamatin--the one he has not failed--is a very loud sort of man, dangerously volatile, a kaleidoscope of shifting images only accentuated by those truly horrendous clown pants he wears. Andrey Stamatin does not belong in the Town, and neither did Peter Stamatin, and they aren't part of the Haruspex's Bound but he can't help but feel responsible anyways. Strange how his sense of guilt doesn't limit him to the role he must play.

( Artemy imagines the Bachelor wandering into the Broken Heart, disheveled, afraid, angry, frustrated, tired -- he imagines Andrey threatening him with a punch only to collapse at his feet wracked with grief. ) It is an easy image to conjure. These men from the capital, they think themselves so hard to define, but Artemy can take a look at them and see all their flaws and all their virtues like they're bugs in a jar. Even the ever-shifting Andrey--he is not that hard to read. Artemy is grateful for his steady nature.

The Stamatins and the Bachelor are not from here, but the Town has graciously taken them in, and that too has to count for something. May the offering Peter has given up count for something too, the blood-soaked calfskin in his pack adds on. "I did all I could. I'm sorry." Artemy is tired too. And more people need healing. Always. "I came here to sell twyre. I'm on my last bit of coin. Move. Please."

[soothinglee]

SAVE ME.

spoilers to SPIDERMAN: NWH

peter parker(TH) x reader

please do not steal my work!

masterlist

(this is the first time I have ever wrote a spiderman fanfiction, just to get that out of the way.)

EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO FAST, the scaffolding that was connected to the rebuilt statue of liberty came crashing down. MJ held on tightly to one of the metal bars somewhat stabilizing herself as the boards beneath caved in. Ned held on tightly to you as everything shook.

"I wont let go of you." He breaths trying to stop you from slipping off the edge.

gasping, you unconsciously hold onto his arm tighter. "yeah I'd hope not."

All the spidermen where occupied with fighting off their own villains, the sound of webs being shot and metal clanking bounced off lady liberties copper surface and into the sky. You couldn't run, the portal was to far away and the chances of being tangled up in a fight or falling off on the boards were just too high. The only thing you could do was stand still like dolls and pray you didn't die. Or until one of the peters could save you.

Your body was fatigued and feeble, your grip on Ned weakened. Running from high teched villains with superpowers not even a normal being would believe could get tiring after awhile. With no food in your system the feeling of fainting lingered in the back of your mind.

but there was no time to faint now.

Neds hand began to clam up and you slipped slightly making you let out a shriek, grabbing on tighter. you look up terrified as the boards around you came crashing down on top of each other like dominos. You slip again and your heel dangles off the side of the wood. MJ turns her head at the sound.

"I got you," he says backing up slowly trying to give you some space even though there was not a lot available. "I got you." beads of sweat build on his forehead, he himself was growing tired, you could tell. He doesn't seem to have enough strength to hold the both of you up but he was trying.

"Ned I-" your words get cut off by the intense shaking of everything around you. One minute you are in the grasp of Ned, feeling somewhat secure and safe and the next you feel yourself flying the air. You opened your eyes, when did I close them, and see the pure terror that flood Ned and MJs' faces as Neds' outstretched hand reaches for you, but you were to far

gone.

A scream rips through your mouth as you freefall, with nothing around you to stop yourself you had no hope. Were you ready to die? Were you ready for everything to be over just like that? You were only 17 will big plans ahead, you wanted a job, a house, a well working car, a husband, peter.

where was he when you needed him?

the sound of MJs' cries float into your eardrums as you continue to fall, its not how the movies made it out to be, it was peaceful, calm. You knew you were going to die and you just, accepted it.

You let your body go limp.

Somewhere on the Liberty peter continues to fight Doc Oct and manages to knock him back, giving him enough time to run. He huffs and swings around a pole, hitting doc in the face with a web and landing on his feet. He was bloodied and bruised, his rib cage still trying to heal itself from earlier.

Something isn't right. A weird tingling sensations coats his body like a blanket as he stops and listens. The hairs on his arm raises as he slowly stands. Sadness he feels, and misery. He hasn't felt this since earlier when May died, and since finding and making friends with different versions of himself he felt happy. So why now?

"Y/N!" he heard MJ scream over the sounds of grunting and clanging. She was looking over the edge clutching her chest as sobs racked her body.

oh god.

He dodges Docs' tentacle. He knew this day was coming yet he really wished it didn't. He couldn't lose you, not now and not ever.

He had heard the devastating stories of his doppelgänger lovers, different versions of you and yet he thought he could re-write the story and save you. To hold you in his arms and apologize for ever getting you into this mess in the first place. He should have just listened to Strange. But like May said; With great power comes great responsibilities.

and if he couldn't save you he would be responsible.

He swan dives off of the wood, pushing himself forward to give himself a boost to get towards you quicker. He was so close, he could smell the perfume you wear in the air as you both continue to descend further.

He reached a hand out to you, trying to grab onto your blouse. A metal clanking sound nears peter and in seconds he was ripped away from you.

"NO!" he screams banging on the metal arm trying to land a punch on Docs' face.

Your were going to die because of him.

and he couldn't save you.

[itskotka]

backstabbed

tony stark & peter parker

summary: peter gets backstabbed. or stabbed in the back? tony doesn’t understand

warnings: mild injuries, stabbing, non-graphic drug depiction

w/c: 2.7k

It was a normal August day in New York. Sweat dripped from Peter’s face as the sun was indefinitely burning his forehead. He sighed in exhaustion and disappointment in the day’s work. Another job interview, another fail. Tony had offered him a job - a real job - at SI, but he knew he couldn’t take it. He needed to “be a man” on his own, judging that his 18th birthday was encroaching on him in just a couple more days.

“Get off of me!“ a voice called from across the street. Peter could barely hear it, but it was enough of a sound to make him stop. He whipped around and scanned the surrounding area until he spotted the problem. A short lady with frizzy black hair was locked in a chokehold from Vin Diesel’s doppelgänger. Well - if the whole job thing didn’t work out - at least he had Spider-Man. Except for the suit, which he didn’t think to bring to a perfectly normal interview and walk home. But, as per his duties, he had to do something.

He crossed the street cautiously, trying not to be seen but trying not to be suspicious. The man stumbled backward with the girl into an alleyway before Peter reached them. Quickly, he ran behind one of the dumpsters and waited.

“Finn, please,” the lady pleaded desperately, “Don’t do this, it isn’t right.” Finn. Huh. Finn growled at her instead of letting go.

“I say what’s right and what’s wrong. Remember? Or is that something else you’d like to forget?”

“Oh come on,” she argued, “You had it coming.” Finn glared in response and drew a pistol from his full belt of weapons. Peter’s head buzzed at the sight.

“Sorry to interrupt this sir, but I think you should put the gun down,” he suggested as calmly as he could. Finn smiled wickedly and aimed the gun at her head.

“See this Vanessa? This is a real coward,” he uttered, gesturing to Peter. The girl - Vanessa - scoffed, but Peter could see her legs start to quiver. The hair on his arms stood up and his heart skipped a beat. He needed to get out of there.

“I’ll call the police,” Peter warned, “You know him, right?” Vanessa nodded in slight annoyance.

“He’s my ex-husband.”

“That’s husband to you-“

“Okay, okay. Let’s just rationalize this out,” he offered out of fear, “You put the gun down and we all walk out of this unharmed, and maybe the police let you off the hook. Or, I call the police and you go to jail. Or, I could fight you myself.” Finn laughed loudly.

“You?” He spat. “That’s hilarious kid, nice try but this is an adult problem, okay? You don’t understand. So why don’t you just walk away before this bullet is in your back?” He cocked the gun and aimed it towards Peter. Peter’s seen many guns by now - and many aimed at him - but something about this felt off. He shook slightly. He was Peter Parker right now; what was he doing? He overviewed his options and decided he still had to do what was right.

“You love her, right?” Peter asked shakily, “That’s all I need to understand here. You love her, and she doesn’t love you anymore. And you can’t bear to let her go. So, you do this? You know it’s not right.” Finn hesitated as he fiddled with the trigger. His eyes were full of a soft, tragic fire. He blinked and his initial anger returned.

“No. You’re wrong, kid,” he sneered, “Sorry… not sorry.” He pulled the trigger suddenly, in tears. Peter dodged it to his left breathlessly. Tony’s going to kill me, he thought. Finn cocked it and tried again. Peter thinks it just missed him - but there was screaming and shouting and sobbing and he was about to spiral into a panic attack. He gazed down and noticed there was no hole in his body, so he had that going for him at least. He tuned into yelling for a minute, just enough to hear their argument.

“Finn! Stop it! Stop, please,” Vanessa screamed between sobs.

“This is all for you,” he pleaded in return. Peter stopped listening and felt a wave of nausea creep into his stomach. He was panicking, but now wasn’t the time to zone out. His eyes peered up for a split second, enough to see Vanessa grab Finn’s arm to stop him from shooting. Finn turned toward her aggressively and Peter seized the moment. He knocked the pistol out of his hand and landed back onto the ground. He heard footsteps clatter above him.

“Leave him alone,” she warned as he continued to approach him. Peter flinched before the impact of a fist came barreling into his jaw. He grimaced in pain and dizziness. “Finn.” Another punch hit high on his nose, most definitely breaking it. Blood poured down his face.

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” he quipped, stumbling to stand. He was stronger than this, suit or no suit. He took a swing back at him, hitting him in the abdomen. Finn doubled over but not for long. He swept his leg under Peter’s, causing him to fall over once more. Peter jumped back up tiredly as the sun beat down on his damaged face.

“Finn!” Vanessa screamed again, “I’ll come home with you! If you stop. Please.” They both stopped. Finn turned, forgetting about Peter for a second.

“Really?” He asked sheepishly. She nodded unhappily. Peter’s vision went double and he toppled back down, still conscious but exhausted. “Today’s your lucky day, kid. Guess I’ll leave you to it,” he muttered. Vanessa rolled her eyes and started to walk away from the alleyway. Finn began to follow but came back before he could turn the corner. Between sweat, blood, and heat exhaustion, Peter could barely see two feet in front of him. “One more thing,” Finn added. He groaned. What more could this guy possibly want?

At first, it felt like a tiny poke in his back. Like a needle - perhaps he was being drugged. But then it continued to grow and grow; in intensity and size. A prick of an actual needle in his neck finished the job, as Peter finally heard Finn leave for what he hoped would be the last time he’d ever have to see that guy again. He figured though, he better stand before he probably passes out. As soon as he moved to stand up was when it hit him.

A deep burning sensation radiated from his back to… everywhere? He recognized the feeling - but never this intense. Peter reached behind his back instinctively toward the pain and felt a knife handle sticking out of somewhere it should not be in. The needle was easily some sort of drug, instantly making him go dizzy. His brain felt fuzzy and spiraled along with his first thought, call Tony. He listened to his instinct for once and struggled to reach his phone in his back pocket.

The dial tone rang almost once before Tony answered. “Hey Pete, what’s up? On your way home from your interview? How’d it go?” He asked way too excitedly for Peter’s hazy brain to process.

“Uh-“

“Nevermind, you can tell me later. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Uh, actually you seem busy so I should just-“ Peter rambled, regretting his decision already. Humility is all he felt aside from the burning sensation engulfing his entire body from the inside out. He closed his eyes in pain and dizziness.

“Okay, see you later. Wait, are you okay?” Tony made sure to ask before letting him hang up.

“Um, sorta.” Tony groaned loudly.

“The last time you said that you dislocated both of your wrists. What did you do this time?” Peter contemplated how to explain it.

“I didn’t do anything this time. Well, maybe I influenced it but really,” he mumbled almost incoherently.

“Just spill.”

“I got backstabbed,” he blurted, the words not coming out exactly right. Peter braced himself for the retaliation, but all he heard was a stifled laugh.

“We’ve all been there bud, I have more times than you can count,” Tony said with a small laugh. Peter wasn’t sure he understood.

“Really?” He asked in disbelief, “Even with the suit?”

Tony snorted and replied, “Especially with the suit. It’s been making enemies since I made it. And especially with me hanging it up.”

“Wait - what? You’re hanging up the suit?”

“Uh, never mind that. We’ll talk later,” he responded, obviously regretting mentioning anything. He avoided conversations similar to this like the plague. Maybe they just weren’t his thing, but it made Peter feel like he never heard the important stuff.

“Um, no? The last time you said that you never told m-” Another wave of pain hit him like a punch to the spine. He whimpered and tears spilled down his face.

Tony noticed the quiet cries and commented, “Are you crying?” Peter paused. “If it’s about the whole backstabbing thing, it’s not worth it. I promise.” He gulped and held on firmly to his sides. How was it not worth crying for? “Was it Ned? I never trusted him anyway,” Tony questioned. He made a noise of confusion.

“What? No, of course not,” he quickly dismissed.

“Well sorry. I just assumed it’d be a friend.”

“Um, no,” Peter disagreed, “It was just this guy on the street.” Tony quieted on the other end.

“How did you get backstabbed by a stranger?”

“How would I get backstabbed by Ned?”

“How wouldn’t you? I dunno, betrayal? The whole ‘shot through the heart and you’re to blame’ scheme?” Peter stopped. That’s what this was about? He laughed, partially in hysterics. Probably also from blood loss, and whatever was in that needle. And the fact that Tony thought he was betrayed. Well, at least it made sense. He stiffened again in agony.

“Tony,” he began, starting to slur his words, “What’s your definition of backstabbing?”

“What do you- I just told you, betrayal.”

“Tony.”

“What?”

“I got backstabbed. Stabbed in the back.”

“I understan-” The line silenced. Peter could practically hear Tony’s a-ha moment. “You- You got literally stabbed in the back I’m presuming.”

“There you go.”

“Oh my God, Peter. I- I’m sorry. Wait, you’re bleeding. Right.”

Peter stopped his ramble and admitted, “I don’t have my suit.”

“What?” He heard Tony inhale a deep, deep breath. “Okay. Where are you?”

“Alleyway by 6th. I think. And I think I was drugged. But I think a lot of things.” He had been initially trying to ignore his literal stabbing pain, but he couldn’t hold it in for much longer. His breath was laboring and shallow. His pain, on the other hand, was not. It was deep and fiery, and seemingly never-ending. He listened briefly to the curses from the other end of the phone.

“Okay. Hang tight, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“‘Kay. Bye.” The bustling street crowds made up for the silence surrounding Peter now, but everything just felt quiet. His face stung and his back burned. His whole body hurt if he was being honest. Peter’s eyes dropped and he felt another wave of exhaustion wipe him out. He knew what Tony would say: “Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep. Stay awake for me, okay?” But he was tired. Too tired to stay awake, even for Tony. After some hazy thinking, he watched the sky turn black and the busy street noise turned into buzzing.

-

“May, I know. I know. Yes, I understand. What I don’t understand is how he still gets himself into this stuff? And without his suit? Well- yeah but- I gotta go, see you soon.” Peter could hear Tony’s voice and footsteps as he began to wake up. His eyes fluttered open; the bridge of his nose burning. Water filled his eyes immediately and he blinked, noticing they were swollen. His head throbbed in response.

“Hey, hey,” Tony approached calmly, “How do you feel?” Peter grumbled in response. “Not good, huh?”

“‘S it still in m’ back?” he mumbled, somewhat surprised at his dry throat. Tony chuckled and placed his hand on his bed.

“Afraid not, kiddo. Although, we have it around here somewhere if you care to keep it. It’s not that cool of one though, so it’s not worth adding to your collection.” Peter groaned an angry no. “So… I was an idiot.”

“So was I.”

“Well, besides the point, I’m sorry.”

“‘hanks,” he accepted meekly.

“Care to explain what happened?” Peter replayed the day in his mind from start to finish. Yeah, okay. Maybe not his greatest of days.

“Uh,” he started mumbling, “Vin Diesel lookin' dude. A lady at gunpoint, ‘ivorce drama. Gunshots? She went back to him. Stabs me. Needle in neck.” Tony whistled with a small chuckle.

“Lordy, that’s fun.” Peter grumbled again and yawned. “We’ll talk later. Just get some rest. Gotta sleep off the drugs, right?”

“Right,” Peter agreed wearily; his eyes already drooping closed.

When he woke up again, May was at his side instead. She looked exhausted and Peter couldn’t blame her.

“Peter,” she awed, quickly standing up to wrap her arms around him, “You really scared me, you know that? Don’t do it again.” He laughed meekly.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” She released him and put a hand on his head. “Sorry May.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay. I would give you a lecture on how you shouldn’t get into this stuff without your suit, but I think someone else would like a turn.” She gestured to Tony, who was standing in the doorway. “I’ll go get you some water, okay? Love you.”

“Love you too.” She walked out as Tony walked in and sat on the chair next to his feet. “Was it bad?”

“Bad enough to scare us. You were pretty out of it.” Peter examined his injuries. He had several bandages on his chin and forehead, and one big wrap over his abdomen and back.

“I already know what you’re going to say.” Tony crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. His eyes were swollen and red, making it obvious that he was crying. Peter’s stomach dropped.

“So you know that I’m gonna call you an idiot and yell at you to be careful, especially when you’re not in the suit?”

“I’m sorry.” Tony sighed, pressing his hand to his head.

“It’s… it’s okay.” He moved his hand to Peter’s. “I just thought since we’ve been over this so many times, that it wouldn’t happen again. But I get it.”

“The hero complex is hereditary,” Peter joked. Tony scoffed, rolling his eyes at the line. “Speaking of which, you’re really hanging up the suit?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that.”

“Yeah well, I did. So?” He sighed.

“Yes, I am. We’ve been through so much already, and I’m only getting older. Doesn’t mean I won’t be there for you though, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks for, y’know, actually telling me?”

“Of course, Pete.” He relaxed into his pillow and closed his eyes. “Oh, hey, how was the interview?” Tony asked. Peter grumbled. “That good, huh?”

“I’ve bombed every one. I’m starting to think I’ll never get a job. Ever.”

“You’ve always got a place here. We pay well,” he teased. As much as Peter would love to accept the offer, it didn’t seem right. He wanted to earn something on his own for once.

“But I’m almost 18. I don’t- I don’t need handouts.”

“You don’t have to say yes, but at least consider it. I’d love for you to work with me. And you’re plenty qualified. Extremely smart and has a hero complex way larger than necessary? You’re hired.” Peter smiled meekly.

“If the next interview doesn’t go well, I’ll accept it. Deal?” Tony grinned.

“Deal.”

“Oh, what day is it?” Peter asked.

“Wednesday.”

“Wait, what?”

“Happy belated birthday kid.” His eyes went wide.

“You mean to tell me I missed my 18th birthday and nobody told me?” Tony chuckled.

“I wouldn’t exactly say you missed it. You were still drugged. Talking about your Star Wars theories and… fanfiction?”

“You didn’t.”

“I did. Padme brushed her hand against Anakin’s cheek-”

“Tony!”

“Maybe I should read it at my next convention. Rich guys love this stuff right?”

“Tony.”

“Fine, I’ll stop. Go back to sleep or something. And, if you get stabbed again, you should really rephrase how you tell me.” Peter pressed his hand against his chest dramatically.

“I feel… betrayed. Maybe even, backstabbed?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll come back later. Have fun.” Tony smiled.

“Oh I’ll have so much fun. Laying here. Alone.” He grinned back, ignoring Tony’s barking laugh as he left the room.

[cyphersuna]

1. HUMAN DOGS

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader!mikaelson (Slow burn), derek hale x ex-lover!reader, mcCall pack x platonic!reader, original family x sister!reader, stiles stilinski x platonic!reader (at the moment)

sypnosis; Y/N Mikaelson arrives in a small town with the hope of becoming independent and having a new life but a near accident will turn her plans around and risk them knowing who he is.

Has the war of Original Vampires and Wolves started?

The smallest of the Mikealsons, will she be with a wolf?

Will Isaac accept Y/N?

warnings; none

author’s note: hello baeess, welcome to a new #saturdayofyouaremikaelson!!! I only hope you enjoy this chapter because your emotion excites me and if your emotion excites me, I will be excited to do more chapters to excite you. see you next week 😺

Word count; 1.7k

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YOU WERE ENTERING Beacon Hills while looking at the forest around you which looked spooky, possibly because it was night or they were infested with those human dogs. Possibly both. You still remember the faces of Niklaus, Kol and Elijah knowing that you would live here. You think it was the best thing in the world, but you get it. That your sister, the youngest of the Mikaelson clan, decides to move alone, with no one from her family nearby and in a "city" full of dogs. You would also worry.

It began to be heard on the radio lurk from the neighborhood to which you began to hum it. This century was very different: 16-year-olds look like 18 or 19, their type of clothing... You did not complain, it is better than the clothes of before.

Six teens and two adults appeared out of nowhere to which you stopped. You got out of the car and they watched you from head to toe. One in particular made your blood run cold. Derek Hale...

You sighed and spoke.

"Forgiveness! Are you okay?" You asked, and the bearded one came up to you.

"What are you doing here?" He asks and you start to breathe. Human dogs have to hear it and feel it so they know that you are not something supernatural. Speaking of that title, it's the best series and more daddy Dean. You pulled myself out of your thoughts and looked from left to right to fix your gaze on the dark haired man.

"Me?" He nodded. "Sorry. Do I know you?"

"Don't act, Mikaelson," he snap at and Peter comes closer to both of you. The Good Peter, he was more your brother than the ones you have, well not so much like that but he was like a brother.

"I think you're wrong" you say to see him in the eyes. "My name is not like that" you say playing stupid, well! When you don't? Coming here you thought that Derek and Peter would leave and more because of what happened to his sister who did not doubt that Peter would kill her. But just in case you knew you would have to change your first and last name.

"It's not a name," says the older of the two raising an eyebrow. "What's your name?" He ask.

"Diane Jones" you say pretending to be a little scared. You saw how Derek would glare at you deadly and the teens stared at the scene in confusion. Wow! The redhead's shoes were fantastic.

"What brings you to Beacon Hills?" Asked Peter.

"I came to live here" you respond.

"Alone?" Said the one with black hair, super furious. He looked sexier like that. "Without your parents?"

"Excuse me, but I don't have to tell you anything" You walked back and Derek took your arm tightly and the children approached looking worried.

"You won't leave until you answer." Peter put his hand on Derek's shoulder with a "calm down" look

"And your parents?" He asks calmly.

"I do not have. I'm an orphan" you say looking at your feet. Seriously, you deserve an Oscar for best actress.

"How did you get here?" Peter still asked.

"My uncles sent me here to study and not cause problems" you say looking at Peter.

"Don't li-" Derek says to be interrupted.

"It's not her" said Peter. "Listen" as you said, breathing helps and more if it is accelerated when you feel threatened.

"Can I go?" You asked.

"Yes" Peter says. You walked to your car and your turned it on to continue on your way, when you saw that you were far away you start to laugh. Derek's faces and the wolf children, the banshee, and the humans were gold.

You arrived at your new home. You smiled when you saw that it was normal, not big and not too small. A normal house. It was supposed to be furnished since yesterday. You got out of your car and opened to see the living room, you closed the door and walked into the kitchen and up the stairs. You went into all the rooms and they were perfect and yours was much more.

It was big, being a Mikaelson it couldn't be small. You were already beginning to miss them. Well not all. Elijah and Rebekah's overproduction were suffocating. Also you will no longer be listening "little Klaus" or "little Kol" You're not like them, you just like to have fun. And you like being with them more. Kol and you, hunted and had fun at parties and flirting with people. Klaus gave you life lessons. You were amused by his stories and how could he be so... him. Of your seven siblings, you only loved Kol and Klaus, of course you had your differences: you were friends with Katherine and Klaus hates her, you love the Salvatore brothers with your life and they detest them, even more. You lay down on the bed and you smiled a smile that only bring problems.

Isaac Lahey Pov

"It was her," Derek says, somehow I felt concern and more to see how he reacted when he saw the girl as our age.

"Who is she?" Scott ask.

"Y/N Mikaelson" Peter said calmly.

"And she is...?" Stiles question them.

"She is one of the Originals and Derek's great love," Peter replies.

"Original of what?" Lydia ask.

"From the Original Vampires," Derek says angrily.

"They exist?" Almost all of us say at the same time.

"Yes. And between them the two hybrid of Vampire and werewolf" explains Peter.

"What is a hybrid?" Allison ask to which Stiles responds.

"Hybrids are a supernatural cross between two or more different species. The term is commonly used to describe a werewolf turned vampire, as they were the first type of hybrid introduced to the world. However, since the creation of the werewolf-vampire hybrids, there have been other hybrids of other races in the universe, such as siphons turned into witch-vampire hybrids, werewolf-witch hybrids, among others" he says to finish.

"How do you know that?" Asks Scott.

"I read it when I was trying to find out what you were, but I thought the vampire thing was a lie," Stiles responds.

"A hybrid is more lethal than any werewolf or vampire" Says Derek. "Nature does not tolerate such an imbalance of power. Thus, the warlocks, the servants of nature, saw to it that the wolfish side of Klaus and Y/N Mikaelson are asleep. But they are still a danger.

"Who are the Mikaelsons?" I ask.

"The Mikaelson family is a powerful family whose line goes back at least to the Kingdom of Norway in the late 10th century with Mikael and Esther, a wealthy landowner and a Viking warrior, and a housewife and a witch, respectively. In the early 11th century, the family was deadly until the loss of Esther and Mikael's seventh child, Henrik to a werewolf attack that spurred them to use Esther's magic to turn Mikael and the rest of their living children into the The world's first vampires, from whom all Vampires are descended from the original vampires, are known as the most powerful supernatural beings in the world, but the Mikaelson family is also known to have members who are also witches and hybrids. Among them are two hybrids: Klaus and Y/N. In total the Mikaelsons are eight; Mikael, the father, Esther, the mother, Freya, The first daughter which is only a witch and does not belong to the original lineage, Finn, The second son, Elijah, the third son, Klaus, the fourth son which is the hybrid and is not the son of Mikael but bears his last name, Kol, the fifth son, Rebekah, the sixth daughter, Y/N, the seventh daughter which is not the daughter of Mikael and the last, Henrik, the eighth son. Of these eight only are alive: Freya, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Rebekah and Y/N" Derek answers.

''They wasted no time," Stiles says.

"Neither is Esther. Children of different parents" I say smiling. "But how did "first hybrids" happen?

"When Klaus and Y/N first killed after being turned into vampires, they triggered their werewolf gene, which finally reveals the truth of their true paternity to their family: Klaus and Y/N were not Mikael's children but the boss's children of her village werewolf clan, with whom Esther had an affair. Once Mikael learned of Esther's infidelity and realized that her lover's pack were the werewolves who killed Henrik, Mikael hunted down and killed Klaus and Y/N's father and his entire family, igniting a war. Between vampires and werewolves that still exists. Shortly after the Mikaelsons became vampires and learned of Klaus and Y/N werewolves' legacy, Esther was forced to curse Klaus and Y/N to make their werewolf natures lie dormant, so that they didn't bother yet. More to nature by possessing so much power. However, Klaus and Y/N felt betrayed by this punishment, and in retaliation, Klaus murdered his mother and framed Mikael for the act. Understood?" Peter asks and I nod.

"I'm more than sure it's her!" Derek exclaims.

"It has to be her, if you questioned her or just stopped...-Lydia says to be interrupted by Peter.

"It's her Doppelgänger..."

Y/N Mikaelson Pov

You got out of the tub while you were dripping to grab the towel and start drying off. Tomorrow would be your first day in high school, you had never attended one and according to Caroline and Stefan they are very good, also Rebekah go into one and she looks older than you. You wrapped the towel around your body and left the bathroom to go to your room. You dropped the towel while you felt the air all over your body, you took off your underwear from the wardrobe and then put on a loose shirt and some pajama shorts. You go down to the kitchen for some whiskey and you go back upstairs. You arranged your things for tomorrow and left them arranged so that you only had to go...

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Prompt 18: Doppelgänger (wolfstar)

Hey again, this one is a lot more focused on Sirius himself than his relationship with Remus but I wrote it and now I’m posting it. Feel free to suggest any prompts or tropes if you have the time. (Not going to lie, I’m kind of hurting for ideas)

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There was a time when Sirius and his little brother looked nearly identical. Same height, same face, same uniform haircut. People often assumed they were twins, could never quite tell which one was which, mostly they just didn’t care to look for what made each boy different.

Sirius didn’t mind looking exactly like Regulus, they were close, they loved each other. But then Sirius left for Hogwarts and his little brother had to stay behind. It was odd, being without Reg by his side. He met James with his horribly messy hair and Peter, a stout boy with gapped teeth and a dimpled smile. On the same train, they met Remus. He wore sweaters four sizes too big, pulled the sleeves down to cover his hands. Even then they could still see that his face and neck held just as many scars as there were freckles.

Sirius loved these boys, from the very first moment he saw them. He loves them just as much as he loves his Doppelgänger. Perhaps his new friends fill in the hole Regi’s absence leaves behind. Regulus will come to Hogwarts with him next year and they’ll be back to the way they were but for now, Sirius can indulge in this newfound friend group where he is Sirius and not one of the ‘Black boys’.

Sirius is sorted into Gryffindor and his world stops for a moment. Sirius gets to keep his new friends, now his dorm mates, but he also knows that his family will be very angry with him. He sends a letter to Regulus that night, it might have contained several apologies and quite a bit of begging.

Sirius receives a single howler the next morning at breakfast. The moment he sees the red envelope, Sirius sprints out of the Great Hall and into the nearest empty classroom. Remus is the first one out of his seat, urging the other two boys to follow. They find Sirius in one of the abandoned charms classrooms, he’s huddled in the back corner hands cupped over his ears to block out the screaming.

Walburga’s yelling was not something new to Sirius, he’s had eleven years of it. But when the howler ends with Regulus’s small voice telling Sirius that he’s disappointed, that he thought Sirius was better than this, Sirius nearly throws up. Logically he knows that Regulus has to say these things, Walburga would force the words from him one way or another. That doesn’t make it hurt any less.

A gentle hand brushes his hair at the same time a different hand offers a square of chocolate. Three boys crowd around him on the floor, and to Sirius, even their silence was comforting. None of them speak, they help Sirius up to the dorm room. Sirius is grateful for the way his best mates create a wall around him, hiding him away from any passing students.

James starts the shower in their shared bathroom, Remus guides Sirius under the spray and also climbs in behind him. Walburga would smack Sirius silly if she knew he was getting his school robes wet like this but he really doesn’t care. Sirius clings to Remus like a lifeline, and he sort of is.

Later that day, Sirius tosses out his personal wardrobe, all the fancy pureblood clothing Walburga commanded he wear so that he looks like a respectable pureblood. He didn’t want to be the perfect, obedient son anymore, he wanted to be Sirius, just Sirius. His Gryffindor uniform became his armour because they made him different. Sirius borrowed his dormmates’ clothes until James finally snuck into Hogsmeade a week later with his invisibility cloak.

The school year did Sirius a world of good, he pushed his family to the back of his mind. James supplied him with new hair products to style his hair while he started the painstaking task of growing it out. By the time Sirius went home at the end of his first year, he was a whole new person, for the better. But ten whole months of work went down the drain the moment Walburga dragged Sirius off the train platform.

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Remus remembers standing with James and Peter mere minutes before the Hogwarts train was set to leave. James was fretting, panicking that Sirius might just miss the train and they would have to go through their second year without their best mate. The train horn whistled just as Remus spotted a familiar face. Sirius. He looked exactly like the day they had first met.

Remus swept the boy into his arms, relieved to see him alive and well. It was no secret Sirius’s parents were abusive, they had all heard the howler. He half expected Sirius to be beaten bloody.

What Remus did not expect was his best friend, and secret crush, to push him away and look at him with such disgust it made his stomach churn. The boy glared and stumbled back several steps, almost tripping backwards. “Sirius, what the fuck?”

“I’m not Sirius.” The boy growled just as someone came to stand beside him. Two Sirius’s. Remus looked between the two. Both of them were identical, head to foot, save for the way they held themselves. Even though the two of them had impeccable posture, the Sirius on the left looked proud, too much so. The other Sirius seemed to sink in on himself despite also having a rod straight spine.

“You didn’t tell us Reg looked just like you,” James commented pulling the real Sirius into a hug shortly followed by Remus and Peter. “Hurry up, the train’s about to leave without us.”

“Ever the mother hen, Jamie.” Sirius laughs hooking an arm over Remus’s shoulder, made nearly impossible by the fact that Sirius was over a foot shorter than Remus. Regulus followed them into the compartment Peter had snagged for them earlier. “I’m telling you Regi, Gryffindor would treat you well.”

“You know I can’t do that, Sirius.” Regulus hovers awkwardly by the door even as the rest of the group sprawls haphazardly across the seats. Remus is glad that even though Sirius physically looks prim and proper, he still acts like the same boy they left two months ago. “You could, you can.” This was apparently the wrong thing to say and it sparks the biggest fight Sirius and Regulus have ever had. It ends in Regulus storming out of the compartment, he goes to Hogwarts by himself, he gets sorted into Slytherin by himself, and he doesn’t talk to Sirius again.

Just like last year the boys, later coined the Marauders, force Sirius into a clothed shower as soon as they can. This time is so much worse though because Sirius loses his little brother, and in a way, he loses himself too.

Over the next few years Sirius grows out his hair, starts wearing eyeliner and biker jackets, he starts doing all the things he knows will piss off his family. Eventually, he falls in love with Remus, they get a flat together right after Hogwarts, he’s the best man at James and Lily’s wedding and he’s happy. Sirius is far happier than he ever would have been if he was an obedient son and sometimes he feels guilty for it. For letting Regulus stay in that house when he himself had to leave, for not being a good big brother.

One day, Remus comes home and finds Sirius in the bathroom. There are clippers on the countertop, long black hair covers the tile floor. Sirius has cut it the same way Walburga used to make them, he’s wiped off the eyeliner and taken out all his piercings. And then he looks from the mirror in front of him to Remus with tears streaming down his cheeks. “I just wanted to see him one more time…”

His doppelgänger is dead and Sirius mourns him. Sirius was not a good son, he was a good person and he would make the same choice a hundred times over, but he should have made the choice for Regulus too. Maybe then he’d still be alive.

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name.   phillip anthony broyles

residence.   queens,  new york.   rents a small apartment that pretty much none of his coworkers ever have seen,   but still pays for the house in which his  ( ex - )  wife and children live.   it’s close enough to his kids’ school so he can pick them up occasionally.

number of blankets.   one!

number of pillows.   he owns a queen size bed with two pillows,   of which one pretty much has no use other than making the bed look less incomplete.

type of clothes.   he’s a typical boxer shorts and loose t-shirt wearer.  occasionally,  he’ll wear socks to bed  ( particularly during winter )  or switch up his shorts for joggers,   but that’s pretty much it.   when he isn’t sleeping and he isn’t in uniform / a dress suit,   he’s got a golf dad chic asdjbfasjd.   a lot of polo shirts and comfortable jumpers.

do they sleep with company?   lmfao,  he’s been practically celibate for months.   ( i say,  jokingly,  fully aware that he’s separated from his wife but not yet divorced unless discussed otherwise. )   if the occasion arises,   he does enjoy sleeping with women.   but mostly at their places and not his own because,  again,  it’s a small apartment of a nearly-divorced special agent who put his work over his family.   it’s not exactly suited for sexy tête-à-têtes most of the time.

do they sleep better with company?   usually,  yes.  but he doesn’t a lot of trouble sleeping.   that changes once his doppelgänger dies and he takes on the responsibility for the funeral,   and develops nightmares about switching places with sergeant broyles from the red universe.   but overall,   he sleeps well on his own and slightly better with company.

does it matter where they sleep?   he has slept on the couch in his office before,   but that was when it was already clear that diane wanted to separate and was threatening with a divorce.   once he found an apartment to rent,   he avoided sleeping at the office for the sake of his efficiency.   he’s also adamant of his agents to not sleep at their own offices  ( or the lab,   in the case of walter, peter, kat… )   and go back home to get a good night’s worth of sleep.

what do they do if they can’t sleep?   he reads.   or,   something he’d be less likely to admit:   booty calls lol.   or just generally texts people late at night of whom he knows that they’re likely not asleep either.   mags occasionally gets obscure texts about the chapters he’s reading.

frequent dreams, nightmares:   pretty much all dreams,   whether neutral or negative,   are based on his experiences as the head of the fringe division.   the death of the other phillip broyles haunts him as much as losing / constantly worrying about olivia does tbh.

deep slumber or naps?   deep slumber,  although he can take a power nap if necessary.   then he’s mostly just sat behind his desk,   head leaning against the backrest,   and lightly snoring probably lmfao

when do they sleep?   he works out several times a week after work,   mostly to get the job off his mind.   on most days,   he goes to bed around ten or eleven pm to get up around six.

what could wake them?   he’s a pretty deep sleeper but any loud or sudden noise can wake him up.   his phone ringing definitely does a lot of the nights.

tagged by.   my loml @divcrse,   tagging.   @emcrse,  @theresastargirl​,  @roseguided (chani),  @desafia,  @ethyreal (syd),  @kvnghs,  @gentsleuth, anyone who wants to indulge me tbh <3