#spiderman ‘98

[shironezuninja]

My heart is thinking of Rachael Lillie going through spinal cancer. My childhood feels are deeply saddened.

[ultrainfinitepit]

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[maythearo]

Yahoo! Scarabia into the spider-verse concept! That was way too difficult to design, idk why I got stuck on it for so long. I wanna make a comic cover piece with these two soon. I'm in my atsv era.

And UHH apparently Earth 912 is already officially taken by marvel comics but. Let's pretend Earth (0) 912 is different, idk 💀 I just took Kalim and Jamil's birth dates for their universe numbers lol

Anyone who might want to use these designs to make your own art, feel free to do so, no need to ask for permission! as long as there's credit somewhere kwndiwbfjebfj (I consider this the same I'm doing with the MH AU, I don't really own this universe idea or anything, just the designs and hcs I make up for it according to what I personally imagine of these AUs to be 👍👍)

[silver-stargazing]

I'm sorry but the second they showed Mary Jane, I was completely distracted from the actual plot.

They just casually resolved a 26-year cliffhanger! She made it back! Spider-man saved her! AHHHHHHH!!!!

[slashtblr]

All Eras. New Episodes.

Spider-Man 98 would be cool, ngl. Poster inspired by the fan comic being done by GodzillaMendoza & Bomb Squad Comics.

Also w/ Miguel O’Hara and Ultimate Peter from their cancelled animated projects too because why not.

[firelance2361]

Spider-Man ‘98 | Steel Spider

[aranaboricua]

Spider-Man 97/98 Rio includes

Wearing a leather jacket and a backwards cap with her Spider-Woman disguise.

She would love Pokemon, DBZ, and Sailor Moon.

Playing Sonic and Mortal Kombat in the arcade constantly.

All of her crushes will consist of Brandy Norwood (Moesha) and Jaleel White (Urkel/Stephan)

Her aesthetics are inspired by Aaliyah and TLC.

Singing Tevin Campbell songs to herself constantly.

Watching Titanic on a date.

Going apeshit when the Yankees won the World Series.

Ultra fangirling over Blackstreet and Boys II Men.

[freshthoughts2020]

art by Jaevonn Harris

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[orcelito]

I love that Zazie and Elendira r my fav Gung ho guns bc of the Trans Vibes. And who's my third favorite? Well, I'm glad you asked!

Mid freak the horn valley

[yourlocal-edgelord]

I feel like the most probable scenario would be young justice going their and literally ending all the bullshit in that universe with peter in less than a day but also them wreaking absolute havoc

"*insert marvel character, usually Peter* in gotham!" WHY DO THE DC CHARACTERS NEVER GO TO THE MARVEL UNIVERSE.

Like I know 9/10 any dc crossover is more like a batman crossover even when it would be much more interesting to see it with any of the other hundreds of DC characters, but can we get some variation? Would it not be interesting to see how they handle NYC's numerous villains and vigilantes?

Just a thought...

[shironezuninja]

Learning that we lost another voice actor to the current controversial war going on…was news I was not expected to hear about when waking up on this Star Wars Day Saturday morning. The harsh reality of the war lingered in the back of my mind while I was watching the 3rd episode of the Knuckles miniseries on Paramount+ last night.

[therealflickerman]

Split Lips (tasm!peter parker x reader)

Part one

series summary: Its simple hating peter parker, the cocky asshole who has made it his mission to one up you every chance he gets. In the same vein, its simple loving spiderman, the sweet masked vigilante who has made it his mission to ensure your safety. How simple will it be when the two worlds meet.

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chapter summary: you finally get the chance to one up peter and officially have the honour of meeting the friendly neighbourhood spiderman that everyone has been talking about.

word count: 2.3k

contents: reader is intended to be fem! (she's briefly described as such in this chapter), possible emetophobia warning?, tiny blood warning, language, a little banter and a little fluff, possible OOC peter? idk..., reader is anxious and clumbsy #selfprojecting, i'm not american which means i may get things wrong, please bare with me!!.

note: this is my first fic ever but let me cook!! thank u charlie for editing.

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chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four (ongoing!)

Your lip sits between your teeth, occupying them with the task of removing dead skin, it was a poor habit, something you’d done to settle nerves from a young age. You’re sure you’ll draw blood any second now as Miss Ritter works her way around the classroom, handing test results to uninterested students. A large part of you envies the way their eyes merely skim the front page of the test paper, you could only pray to care that little.

Your teeth continue their assault on your lip as you feel the usual pair of eyes boring into the side of your head. You truly do almost entertain the idea of meeting his gaze but you can’t bring yourself to give him the satisfaction. 

“You’re gonna have an aneurysm over there if you don’t chill out”

You’re not entirely sure what you did to deserve a seat next to Peter Parker, but every day for the past month you’d apologised to all possible gods for whatever sin it was that you had committed.

You avoid his gaze and he lets out a humoured scoff. 

Your foot taps against the floor as Miss Ritter now approaches your desk. She stands in front of you sorting through the test papers antagonising slowly, and for a second you’re sure she's teasing. 

“Well done” She offers a sweet smile, although it goes unnoticed as you scramble to pick up the paper from your desk.

98% 

Your eyes meet Peters,

“What did you get,” you ask, your lips leave your teeth for the first time that period and you try to suppress the cocky grin growing on your face but you’re not sure it’s possible. You watch his smirk widen and for a moment you feel yours falter.

“96%” 

A laugh of relief bubbles from your chest,

“Thank you god,” you tease and your laughter dies down.

You’re met with an eye roll. 

"What happened to the bravado, huh?" You give him a light poke in the arm, teasingly.

"Ouch... okay, I get it," he grumbles, his brows furrow slightly,  though a hint of a smile remains on his lips.

“We have a bio test on Monday don’t get so cocky” 

You shrug dismissively as you flip through your test results.

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You’re just about done with everything.

Work had practically doubled after your coworker had puked all over the break room, leaving you to scrub her throw-up from the divots in the tiled floor, and cover the two hours she had left of her shift. 

You swore you could still smell it.

You shift from foot to foot, feeling suffocated in the subway. It's packed to the brim with football fans, dressed in the colours of their respective teams and once again you’re apologising to any and all gods out there for whatever you did to deserve this. 

You’re so very close to getting your elbows involved as you push through the crowds, making it off the subway several stops early, to simply give yourself a moment of peace.

Making it to a familiar back street you take a moment to check your watch, the long hand sits just after six and the shorter one points between ten and eleven.

Silently, you curse your stupid, sickly coworker and your own poor decision-making. Your feet throb against the leather of your work shoes and you almost begin to miss the subway's scent of beer breath and football stand food. 

Your teeth catch your lip again, this time they draw blood and you wince at the sudden stinging. 

“Shit” you groan in a hushed whisper, you curse the habit as you bring your hand to your lip, examining the damage. A drop of red colours your fingertip as you touch it to the nick and pull it away so you can see. 

You roll your eyes at your luck and rub the blood from your fingers before continuing with your walk, wishing you’d simply seen the subway through and stayed on until a stop closer to home. 

“You’re out awfully late miss” 

You just about jump out of your skin at the voice. It's eerily mechanical as though it’s meant to be disguised, under the circumstances, it sends chills up your spine. 

“Holy shit, you scared the fuck out of me” you hold your hand to your chest in an attempt to calm the beating of your heart. You turn and your eyes meet big ovals of tinted glass, adorning a red mask. It hits you that they belong to those of Spiderman and suddenly the voice makes all the sense. 

“Don’t… don’t creep up on people like that, especially not,” you pause to find the words, “unsuspecting women… alone at night” you let out awkwardly, your furrowed brows ease up as you take in a deep breath. 

He lets out a small laugh from behind the mask, head tilting to the side as he manages to lock eyes with you even though you can't quite meet his gaze.

“Sorry, sorry” he lifts his hands defensively, “just making sure you’re okay”. There's a grin evident in his voice.

“No, I’m…” you let out a breath. “I’m so sorry, it’s been a rough day”, You offer an awkward smile and silently curse yourself for being an asshole to some guy that spends his life-saving people. 

“Don’t stress,” he brushes it off. 

‘Your…”, he raises his hand to where his lips would sit behind his mask, “... lip is bleeding.”

“Shit… yeah” you mumble, bringing your own hand to your lips. You lick your fingertip and wipe both the fresh and dried blood from the cut. You suddenly wonder how silly you may have looked with a trickle of blood gathering on the rim of your lip.

“I bite ‘em… my lips, when I’m anxious” you clarify, offering another awkward smile. 

“You wanna talk about it?” he offers with a shrug, taking a step in the direction you were walking when he had first approached. 

“My lip biting?” You question furrowing your brows and following his footsteps. 

“Your day” he humours you. 

“Right,” you let out a sheepish laugh and you feel your cheeks flush. “You do that?” you question, skipping a step to keep up. 

“Do what?” he asks, his brows furrow behind the mask. 

“Give out free therapy.” Your eyes lock on the ground as the two of you walk side by side. 

He chuckles, “not often… I make exceptions.”

“I’ll walk you home, you just talk” he offers. 

You accept the offer, quite gladly. It felt strange, though nice, talking to someone as a friend without the, ‘what do they think of me’ barrier. For all you knew you’d never see Spiderman again. 

You hadn’t particularly been one for friends. Not that you hadn’t wanted them, it was rather that no one seemed to fill that hole. You’d had friends throughout middle school, some in the early stages of high school but each time you’d simply fall out of friendship, and that was that. 

It was nice to talk rather than listen.

“Then my coworker, Kaylie, she threw up all over the break room,” you rambled,

Spiderman gags at the thought, ‘Not you too’ you murmur softly, though he catches what you say and lets out a chuckle.  

Your lips press into a smile, satisfied with his laughter you continue your story.

 “My asshole of a boss made me clean it,” you emphasise, “then made me stay back and cover her shift, now it's… what” You lift the sleeve of your jacket checking the time, “10:39 pm and Spiderman, of all people, is walking me home”. You send him a small smile with a shrug. 

“Well firstly your boss sounds like a jackass” he adds, almost as if stating a fact, “but at least you got to meet Spiderman', he nudges you faintly, pulling another soft giggle from your lips. You agree with a hum and a nod, once again making eye contact with the floor.

“Oh, I got a 98 on this English test,” you add looking up at him, “so, y’know… hasn’t all been bad”. 

“Wow look at you,” his grin peaks through his voice.

‘“What can I say?” you giggle with a sheepish shrug. 

“Peter, this kid in my class,” you clarify, “has been one upping me all semester, and I have finally,” you emphasise, “gotten a better grade than him”.

‘We don’t like this Peter?” he asks, studying your face as you answer. 

You smile at his use of ‘we’. 

“He’s…” your words die on your tongue as you think for just a moment, “kind of an asshole,” you nod, “but sweet…enough” you shrug with a sweet grin and meet Spiderman’s ‘eyes’. 

“He’s funny I’ll give him that” 

Unbeknownst to you, Spiderman’s lips curl into a grin. 

“As long as he’s being nice,” he adds. 

“I don’t know if I’d say nice” you giggle. 

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“Well Spidey, this is almost me” you beam, pointing to the apartment building across the street with your head, your hands are kept inside the pockets of your jacket where the cold New York air can’t reach them. 

“Thanks for, you know… walking me home, letting me talk, I don’t really do that too often” you smile up at him, meeting his hidden eyes.

“What, you don't get to talk a lot? I doubt that” he laughs, watching as you roll your eyes. 

A soft ‘shut up,’ rolls off your tongue with a smile. Your cheeks are flushed against the crisp of the night and you feel your grin grow. 

‘I better…’ your words die on your tongue as you point to the apartment block. 

He lets out a hum of approval with a short, knowing nod. 

You take a step or two backwards, sending him a wave and a sweet smile, though forgetting to look both ways as you cross the seemingly empty road. 

Spiderman's voice rings out as you turn, faced with a fast-paced car. The owner honks its horn, sending you an angry glare as it drives past you. You quickly place your extended foot back onto the safety of the curb and send Spidey a sheepish smile. 

“You need me to carry you to bed and tuck you in?” He jokes with a shake of his head. 

“I’m good thank you,” heat rushes to your cheeks and the tips of your ears, reddening them further as you turn to look both ways. 

“That’s a good start” his voice rings from the other side of the street, watching you cross the road more safely this time around. 

You wave him off with an eye roll, not turning to look at the vigilante as you trot to your apartment complex. 

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“Is that you love?” Your mother rings out from the couch.

The apartment is dimly lit, the glow from the tv lights up your mothers features as you approach her. She sits in her pyjamas, a glass of red wine in her hand, which is expected on a friday night. ‘Dirty Dancing’ plays loudly on the TV, you’ve seen the film a million times over because it’s her favourite. 

You slide your backpack off of your shoulder, lean it carefully against the couch, and collapse down next to her. 

“Hi love,” your mothers lips press against your forehead, placing a soft kiss. 

You hum, closing your eyes. 

You feel her pull away, she replaces her lips with a hand and lets out a worried hum. 

“You’re warm” her brows furrow and you feel your blush spread further. 

You’re grateful she can’t see your flushed cheeks in the darkness of the apartment. 

“Ran home,” you simply smile with a nod, “gonna go to bed.” 

She nods, giving you a tight hug and wishing you sweet dreams. 

You let your eyes close as your head lolls against the cool of your bedroom door, taking in the stillness of your room. You begin to untie your work shoes, leaving your eyes shut as you place them neatly by the doorway. 

You let out a yawn, rub your eyes and stand up from the carpeted floor. Taking a seat on your neatly made bed, your hands find the buttons of your work blouse and slowly unbutton them one by one. 

Your mind drifts and a smile curls onto your face as you think of the sweet, masked man that had walked you home. 

You wonder about his features, the colour of his hair and skin, if his face is freckles or if he has little moles that litter his body. You wonder how old he is, if he has lived his life, seen things and loved, or if he’s young, possibly even your age. If he puts the rest of his life on the line each night he puts on the suit. You frown at the possibility. 

Your teeth once again catch your lip, tongue grazing the dried metallic blood, you wince at the taste you’ve grown familiar to. Scolding yourself softly, you make a small mental note to quit the habit before putting on pyjamas and slipping into fresh sheets. 

A soft smile adorns your face as you stare up at the ceiling, you realise you had forgotten to tell your mother about your English test, how you’d gotten the highest grade in the class, and you keep in mind to tell her over breakfast. 

Your mind slips back to Spiderman. There's an unfamiliar tug in your chest and you selfishly wish to see him again, despite how busy he may be with truly important things. You think of his gentle nature and the gut feeling, a disgusting mix of guilt and longing, spreads.

Guilt for both wishing something from a man that wasn’t fair, and for allowing yourself this wish. 

You want him to be there the next time you get a higher grade than Parker, which will hopefully be sooner than later, or the next time your coworker lets her lunch out onto the table where you sit and eat, which you pray will never happen again. 

You feels a moment of guilt for your wishful thinking before rolling over to get some sleep. 

[akairawrites]

THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN READER INSERT | pt2

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"Are you ready for today?" Dr. Conners asked as you entered his office. "As ready as I'll ever be," you told him, giving a small awkward smile.

Today is the day you will be giving a tour and presentation at Oscorp as Dr. Conners' head intern. He asked you to do it, and you agreed.

As the anticipation built up, he glanced at his watch and remarked, "The group should be here any minute." He walked over to where you were standing and gently placed his hand on your shoulder. "You'll do great, Y/N," He reassured with a warm smile. You returned the gesture with a small smile before heading off to fetch the group you had been assigned.

You finally found them on the first floor. They all looked at you, you cleared your throat to get their attention and began to speak. "Welcome to Oscorp." you announced "My name is Y/n L/n. I'm a senior at Midtown Science, and I'm also the head intern to Dr. Conners. Therefore, I will be with you for the duration of your visit here." However, your speech was cut off when security began to escort someone out of the building. You quickly dismissed it, and the group began to follow you.

You made your way to the main lab where Conners was waiting. You both greeted each other before he started talking to the group himself. He began to let the group know about his knowledge of herpetology and how he wanted to create a world without weakness something you admired about him.

"Anyone care to venture a guess just how?' he asked. No one spoke up at first until someone in the back began to explain. Everyone turned to look at who was brave enough to speak up. You even took a peak yourself.

The boy explaining Dr. Conners's experiment looked oddly familiar. You checked the clipboard to see if his name was on the list, but it wasn't. The boy finished his explanation, leaving Dr. Conners impressed. He was about to speak and ask for the boy's name, but a call interrupted him. "I'm afraid duty calls," he said. "I'll leave you in the more-than-capable hands of Miss Y/n," he finished before walking away.

The hologram in front of you began to light up as the ground around it started to illuminate. From the corner of your eye, you saw the boy beginning to walk away from the group, but before he could get too far, you spoke up.

"Hey."

He turned around, looking a bit surprised. "What are you doing Rodrigo?" you asked, glancing at his badge, though you knew that wasn't his actual name.

As he heard the name, a look of puzzlement crossed his face. He then glanced down at the badge fastened to his jacket, and after a moment of silence, muttered to himself, "Oh yeah..."

"I uh, I work here," he said, you then gave him an unimpressed look. "Actually, no, I don't," he chuckled to himself. Then, he looked at you, and it seemed like something lit up in his eyes.

“Your Y/n? Right?” You tilted your head a bit “Yes that's me.”

After you confirmed your identity, Peter seemed to get a bit excited. "I'm Peter, Peter Parker," he said. Then it clicked for you. "Oh yeah, you're that guy Flash picks on almost every day, huh?" you teased.

“That’s me..” he clicks his tongue almost embarrassed at the mention of his high school bully.

“What are you doing here Peter?” You asked.

“I love science.” he simply says

"You're into science? Is that why you sneaked in?" you inquired, hoping to grasp the boy's motives. Turning back to your group, you began, "I'm responsible for leading this tour. Please don't cause any trouble, Parker," you cautioned before moving on.

"Alright everyone, please gather around. I will now guide you to the bioreactor room," you announced, motioning for the group to follow as you led the way.

Before the tour concluded, you realized that Peter was nowhere to be found. This really frustrated you, especially because you had explicitly instructed him not to cause any trouble. You were relieved when you finally spotted him walking back into the lab.

You confidently demand the badge, extending your hand towards him. With a nod, he complies, swiftly removing the badge from his jacket and placing it into your open palm.

As you were walking away, he mumbled "Sorry," but just as you were about to disappear from his sight, he suddenly yelped in surprise. Startled, you turned back to look at him, and in that moment, an inexplicable sensation tingled in your head, like a foreboding warning or a mysterious tug. It was a perplexing feeling, but you could sense it wasn't good. Perplexed, you furrowed your brows as you observed Peter reaching for the back of his neck to scratch something, and a disconcerting sensation in the pit of your stomach made you uneasy.

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Part 3

[kujarojotu]

SPIDER-MAN 98!!!

SPIDER-MAN 98!!!

SPIDER-MAN 98!!!

Spider-Man in X-Men '97 (2024)

[itstimeforstarwars]

Crack storyline for spectobi

-Ben runs into (Purge Trooper) Cody first, and Cody thinks that Ben is actually the child of Cal Kestis (several old assumptions from the clone wars that never got cleared up means he thinks Cal is Obi-Wan’s kid) (the bad batch is not canon to spectobi)

-Ben runs into Cal Kestis, and, in trying not to give away that he's not Korkie’s child, immediately calls Cal his uncle

-Cal is like,,, 98% sure that Obi-Wan Kenobi is not his father, but, well, it's not exactly like he can check the temple records NOW, and this kid is so damn insistent,,,

-Korkie’s spouse finally catches up to them and they and Cal are very Spiderman Meme about them both being Jedi

-Ben has to do A Lot of quick talking so that Korkie’s spouse does not actually mention that he is Not Their Kid. Korkie’s spouse ends up thinking he is actually, somehow, a clone of Korkie, and so??? technically??? sort of their kid???

-Korkie's spouse and Cal now have the weirdest Jedi in-law situation ever

-Ahsoka senses Bullshit and reaches out to one of the only surviving people who knew Obi-Wan very very well--Quinlan Vos

-Quinlan, thinking this is a joke, is like "yeah obviously Cal was mine and Obi-Wan’s. Did you not see the resemblance?"

-Ben now has to come to terms with the fact that he had a kid with the Duchess he was protecting AND his best friend.

-Bo-Katan is losing her mind. Cere thinks this is hilarious. (jedi survivor is not canon to spectobi)

-When Ezra comes across Old Ben in the desert, Old Ben ALSO thinks this is hilarious and clarifies nothing.

[vibee2001]

SPIDER BLOOD, SPIDER BLOOD,

RADIOACTIVE, SPIDER BLOOD 🗣❗️🗣❗️🗣

My GOAT is back!

(Spiderman 98 confuckingfirmed! 🤞🏼)