#spiderman shifter

[heroshifter]

• No context, just sharing how does my scripts looks like :

(Please share yours too) (I wanna know) (please) (please)

[audristarzz]

SPIDERVERSE DR ੈ✩‧₊˚

“Miguel! We got another anomaly..?”

“Why did you say it like that?”

“Uhhhh you’ll see”

“you may be wondering “why the red suit?” well that’s so bad guys can’t see me bleed! :D”

CASSANDRA (CASS) WILSON

EARTH 41633’S DEADPOOL

AGE: 21

S/O: HOBIE BROWN

ABILITIES: IMMORTALITY / BODY PART REGENERATION

“I am NOT a hero.. and I am NOT a X-MAN.”

“i was this cool the whole time.”

HOBIE BROWN

EARTH’S 138 SPIDERPUNK

AGE: 20

S/O: CASS WILSON

“I DON’T BELIEVE IN COMEDY… JUST KIDDING!”

”I am?? I- haha that’s so silly! how uh.. imagine that.”

MILES MORALES

EARTH 1610’S SPIDER-MAN

AGE: 15

“he… kicked his own butt.?”

”will you adopt me?” “what.” “what?”

GWEN STACY

EARTH 65’S SPIDERWOMAN AGE: 16

“why why why why..!? UGHH gwen,gwen, gwen gwen…!” “GWEN! :D” “😨”

“well that was another easy adventure for spiderman!” 💥💥💥 PAVITR PRABHAKAR

EARTH 50101’S SPIDERMAN

AGE: 15

“are you okay I was so worr- AUGHEM.. I MEAN- you seem like a nice young woman who I do not know :D”

“cya dawg! don’t come back! :3”

MARGO KESS

EARTH 22191’S SPIDERWOMAN

AGE: 16

“I’m spiderman..” “no wayyy we all are.”

”ay cõno! miles! miles morales he’s entering sector 4!”

MIGUEL O’HARA

EARTH 928’S SPIDER-MAN

AGE: MID 30’S

“it’s.. much more cooler than a watch.😐”

”hobie you’re not helping”

JESSICA DREW

EARTH 928’S SPIDERWOMAN

AGE: 30’S

“if I haven’t said it before you’re a terrible mentor!”

”well he did just beat you so maybe I’m not a terrible mentor!”

PETER B PARKER

EARTH 616B’S SPIDERMAN

AGE: 41

“you’re the only spiderman that isn’t funny we’re supposed to be funny!”

[theyluvlyss]

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡😻‼️

but anyways, here are some of my desired realities with more to come of course x).

or, you could just check out the list here - 🖤💜🤍 - but I do plan on expanding on/lore dumping soon, so yeh😆♡.

[wonsters]

NOBODY FAINT PLEASE

just me in in my spiderverse dr :p

no cause.. why am.. i hot.. i am like genuinely salivating like YOOO WHO MADE HER HOT (i did) good lord I love her so much.

my suit is so cool toooo :333 I love my spiderverse dr so much omg. lowkey one of my favourite drs. selfcest (guys I'm slash jay pls... 🙁)

[velvetx]

i'm feeling really connected to my mcu dr right now!! i'm going to bed at a decent time, and i'm shifting :))) if i don't shift tonight, i can always try again tomorrow.

[eddieisashifter]

Me: *watches Across the Spiderverse twice*

Me:

Me: *makes a new script*

[dizziedupthegirl]

yall im working more on my spiderman dr I SWEAR YOULL GET CONTENT SOON

[milton-chamberlain]

[xxxcry7taliz3dxxx]

mm hi mootie :3 what drs are you excited to shift to the most?

hi! I am really excited to shift to my gravity falls dr at the moment. But I am also very excited to my winx club, atsv and to my marauders dr! Not gonna lie, I think my winx club dr is my most favorite once since I put a lot of thought to it (I am basically replacing Bloom but I added so much more lore to Domino and overall Magix.

[katiawidow]

Why İm so tired?

İ cant doing shifting anymore. I mean we in summer, everything should be ok. But i feel like i cant imagine anyting. İm not talk about my dr (yes it is too but not mainly). Even i dont imagine my rutines in my head. Normaly I have an imaginary plan in my mind. İ lost it, font know how but i did. İ try clean my mind. İ try work, sleep, watch old animations, talk friends how i feel. İt doesnt work it. İ want imagine clear. BRO İ EVEN REMEMBER MY DREAMS

[heroshifter]

Sorry I didn't post much since a few weeks, but now Univeristy is fully back in my life to hit me like a truck so here I am !!

Also there's a picrew for my spidershifters :

Here's the link ↓

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2435758

[nessieart]

》Teeth

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, a  Shifter!Reader.

WC: about 2.3k

Warnings ⚠️  cursing probably, no y/n used, Canon level violence?, made up fantasy elements probably. image from google.

Summary: It was a nice evening for a walk before some jerk in a metal suit tried to take matters into his own hands.

---**---

Next>>

This wasn't anything new to you; that feeling of someone watching you. Although it was normal, you suppose, being in a big city like New York would do that.  But you still couldn't shake that feeling that someone was just beyond your periphery. 

It was colder today than it had been all month.  The end of summer finally giving way to the cooler days and nights of Autumn.  The wind swept low in Central Park, as you made your way through a small forested area. 

The sun was setting behind the skyscrapers, painting the sky in bright shades of pinks and orange.  It was your favorite time of day, the noise of the city didn't really reach you here, and there wasn't a lot of foot traffic either.

As you walked, your hands reached out to touch the leaves and twigs as you went by - the wind shifted and blew your hair in your face.  Then you smelled it, the change of scents in the air.  You stopped and turned your head into the wind, sniffing again, yep there was definitely someone following you - and poorly at that.

You had a few choices you could make: make a break for it and try to outrun who was following you; run at them head-on and take them out, or confront them politely, it could just be a misunderstanding... right? 

Right. Ok. Think fast. 

So, outrunning was as good an option as any!  Dropping the things you had in your possession, you sprinted through the woods and down the path near a small lake.  Behind you, you could hear someone cursing, trying their best to keep up with your unusually fast running.

You lept over fencing as you sped through the rest of Central Park, the exit only a short distance away.  You could lose whoever was chasing you in the evening crowd of people coming out of the subway. Then you heard it; a whirring, loud and getting closer.  Instinctively, you ducked, dodging out of the way of red metal fingertips close to closing around the hood of your hoodie.  You skid to a stop as the one and only Iron Man pulses to a stop about 20 feet from you, in the air. 

Iron Man's blue gleaming eyes of his helmet zeroed in on your form, your chest heaving as you catch your breath.  

You narrow your eyes at his hovering form, "ain't you got bad guys to chase, metal man?" You shift on your feet when he only tilts his head at you.  Huffing, you look around you, maybe you could lose him if you could make it to the subway and hop the turnstile if you really tried. 

"She's at the south entrance, spidey," you can hear Iron Man speaking to someone, you assume since you don't smell or see anyone else around. "Yeah, don't worry, kid, she isn't going anywhere."

You think you can hear a smirk under his mask, you roll your eyes.  The whirring of his repulsors slowly fade out as he sinks back to earth, his heavy metal clad feet clomping on the asphalt.  You shift on your back foot ready to run as he approaches you.

Iron Man raises his hands up in surrender when he sees you take a defensive stance, "Easy, lady," he says, his mask still in place, "wouldn't want things to get...hairy." That damn smirk was clearly back on his lips and you stilled.

He couldn't know.  I've been careful.  He's just being a dick. 

Then you heard a thwip, and a soft padding of feet land on the lamp post above you. 

Shit. "Well, howdy there, little bug," you say, faking nonchalance, glancing up at him while also keeping Iron Man in your sights.

"That's her, Mr. Stark! I can't believe you found her!" The spider boy said.  His enthusiasm palpable as he leaned far over the lamp post and hung upside down to look at you.

Heaving a sigh you said, "listen, Bug, I thought we had a deal?"

"W-well, ye-yeah," he stuttered. "It's just--"

"No!" You interrupted his stuttering, "I was pretty crystal clear there, bug boy!" You snarled. You were getting irritated. Maybe because it was only a few days away from the full moon, who's to say.

--*--

A month ago...

The full moon was tonight and you were itching out of your skin.  It was always like this -- living in a new city was like that.  Uncertainty around the corner, and in alleyways.  

You've been bussing at a restaurant when you arrived about a week ago in the city.  It was easier getting food when you could sneak it out with you when you left. Living on the rooftop of the building wasn't bad either, at least the weather was nice.

That evening before the moon was high, you made your way up the fire escape of the opposite building to get to your sleeping arrangements when you hurt a commotion coming from the alley across the street.

Thinking nothing of it, you continued your way up. 

"Please! Someone, help!" You heard someone cry. Placing the food that was wrapped up in napkins down, you peered out from the fire escape to see if you could get a better look at what was happening across the street. 

Leaping off the fire escape, you landed swiftly and started to jog your way to the commotion further down the alley.  There you found a group of men - to say men would be an understatement -

"Scum," you snarl at the group of four.  One of them has a woman in his hold, her back to his front as she struggles to get free.  His arms are wrapped around her midsection and across her shoulders, he whispers something in her ear and she turns to look at you with wide eyes.

"Please," she whimpers, a slight shake of her head.  Was she warning you?  Maybe she should warn the men, you smirk.

"Why don't ya'll let the lady go, yeah? Pick on someone else, or maybe just fuck right off."  Your skin prickles, a feeling you've becomes so used to since the first time you shifted. 

One of the men takes a few steps closer to you as you take a defensive stance.  He goes to attack you, punching with his fist as you catch it in your palm.  His eyes widen as he looks down at you, "what the hell?"  You shift your weight and toss his clear overhead at the side of the dumpster.  

The other two men not holding the woman look back at the one that is.  He must be the boss man you think.  They charge at you and you dodge one, punch the other in the stomach and he doubles over.  Quickly turning around, the one you dodged comes back to tackle you.  As he grabs around your midsection you grab around his torso to hoist him over head and he falls down to the concrete of the alley with a heavy thud. 

The last one standing has shoved the woman he had in his arms to the ground, away from him. You nod to her, and she scrambles back as far as she can. The moon overhead breaks through the clouds and your heartbeat picks up, thudding in your chest you can hear the whoosh in your ears.

Your bones crack in a sickening crunch; it only hurts for an instant before you change.  Teeth lengthening into large fangs, the bones in your fingers and toes crack and extend into claws.  Your heels breaking and shifting.  Tufts of reddish brown fur sprouted from your elbows, shoulders, the back of your calves and along your arms.  Your ears point and extend, little tufts of fur forming at the tips. 

Your height and build are lean and tall. A big bushy tail bursting out above the top of your jeans, which has ripped and shredded from your partial transformation.  You look more coyote than wolf, in your half done features.

The process takes all but a few seconds while the assailant stands there gaping at your now towering form.  Blueish green eyes glow in the dark alley, illuminating the frightened man's features.  

You crouch, intent on knocking the man out, but before you make contact a sticky substance wraps around your ankles and you trip into the man in front of you.  Sharp pain radiates in your side after you roll off the man as best you can.  There's a knife sticking out of you.  Growling low you remove the knife and jab it into the man's leg.

"Uh, h-hey! Excuse me," a voice from above you calls. Gripping your side you stand, bent over slightly.  You glance in the direction of the voice. Was he sitting on the wall? Well nothing should surprise you, honestly. 

"What d'you want, kid?" You ask, voice gravely and deep.  Taking your clawed hand away from your side.  Yep definitely still bleeding. 

"Whoa! Are you like some kind of wolf? What do you call it? A werewolf? Man that's so crazy - oh man, Mr Stark will never believe this.  Hey wait, where are you going?"  The little bug kept going on and on, rambling faster than you could register.  So you started making your way back up the alley towards your fire escape.  The food was probably cold by now. 

A boy clad in red with giant bug eyes leaps from the building to land silently in front of you; while also thwipping the men in the alley with - what the...webs? Did those come out of him?  Gross. - Sticking them together for him to hopefully deal with later. 

"Wait, you're hurt. Let me help you," he says, his hands up to show you he means no harm. "I'm Spiderman, by the way." His eyes squint like he's smiling under that mask.

You huff, "I'll be fine, Little Bug," you remove your hand to show him your side is already healing and the blood oozing out has stopped.  You eye him warily, giving him your name quietly.  His big bug eyes widen again and he goes to touch your side but stops short.  You're a good 3 feet taller than him when you go to stand up fully. 

Spiderman backs up quickly, thwipping up to the fire escape above you, "whoa ok hey, sorry.  I was just curious! That's pretty neat, though. Do you also have a fast metabolism?--" he's rambling again.  Rolling your eyes you leap from the ground up to him on the fire escape to pick up your discarded items and food.

As you make your way to the rooftop, he's still talking a mile a minute.  You grunt responses every now and then to show him you're at least semi listening.  

Before your little big friend leaves you for the evening you stop him, you have shifted back to looking normal, small again and around his height.  He was less intimidated by you now after spending most of the night by your side.

"Listen, Bug, I would really, really appreciate it if you never told anyone about tonight. Or about me," you shuffle on your feet while looking around. "Can you promise me?" You look at him now, his giant eyes soften almost and he nods.

"Of course, I'm really good at keeping secrets! You can trust me!" He waves a little goodbye as he thwips onto a building and slings away.

--*--

You growl, "you said you could keep a secret!" Maybe you had too much faith in the spider-boy to keep his word. After all, trusting humans never worked out well for you before.

You crouched low as he dropped from the lamppost, his hands raised he called your name softly, "Please, I just want to help - we want to help," the spider motioned towards Iron Man who hadn't moved since he landed a few feet from you.

You shook your head, "can't trust humans as far as you can throw 'em."  You backed away a few steps.

"Bet you could chuck Spidey here pretty far, Michael J. Fox,"  the robotic distortion of the voice was gone as you looked toward Iron Man.  His suit slid open and out he stepped, wearing a beat up looking band tee and well-worn jeans.  That stupid smirk you could hear earlier was at play on his lips.

You narrowed your eyes at him, straightening back up, "It's a figure of speech, metal head."  He kept a nonchalant gait as he made his way towards you and Spiderman, his hands shoved into his pants pockets.

He shrugged, looking you up and down, "I've got an area back at the tower for you, during the full moon if you're interested," he didn't wait for you to respond as he kept talking. "It's a nice, secured floor only you can enter. Shift in the safety and privacy of your own space. Or whatever you need to do." He stopped about 2 feet from you. Looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. 

You sniffed, he smelled of engine grease and coffee, and maybe a hint of something else you couldn’t place.  You couldn't smell any deception from him.  He seemed sincere enough. 

Eyeing him warily, "Why?" Was all you said.

He shrugged a shoulder, "I'm a generous guy, what can I say?" He sobered a look from the little spiderling to you.  “Sometimes it's ok to take the help when it's offered to you," he nodded a little, stepping back a bit. 

The spider boy stood near you bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands fidgeting at his side.  Big eyes pleading silently at you.

You sigh, looking from your little Bug to the man who was offering you sanctuary for the next full moon. So you nod.

Iron man claps his hands once, "Great! Let's head out!" He turns to go back to his suit, which was waiting patiently for his return.  Before he enters it he looks over his shoulder at you, "Are you more of a David Kessler or Jacob Black?"  

You growl at him in response.  His laugh echoes through the street as it morphs into that robotic lilt when the mask closes over his face, and he takes off into the night sky. 

--*--

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AN: I don't write. Well I haven't written anything since high school. But it's been in my head and I really need to get it out and put it down somewhere..

its bad but it's been haunting me forever and I just needed to get it out of my head.  If you reached the end I want to thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this hot mess.  

[someonesrealityshifting]

Theory: (two theories, but still)

In Multiverse of Madness, we saw that Strange and America changed forms depending on what universe they were in. But in the Spider-Verse films, we saw that that’s not how it works (see Andrew Garfield and Donald Glover still being non-animated). This has lead to two theories.

A) when traveling with America, you change for the universe because she is a multiversal being and made for every universe, and her portals change you to fit your surroundings.

B) beings from Earth 199999 change depending on their universe. Meaning that if Peter 1 were to fall into the Spider-Verse (pun intended), he would become a cartoon. This could also mean that if Miles went to Earth 199999, he would become non-animated.

The America Theory (as I’m calling it) seems more likely, but what do y’all think?

[florashifting]

4 some reason I can't common on ur post but I wanna hear abt ur spiderverse dr!!

Oh gosh I haven't talked about this dr before, I think.

Basically in my spiderverse dr, I am a very very close family friend of Miles. We're so close to the point that we basically consider ourselves cousins. My mother also grew up with his dad so they consider themselves brother and sister, which is how me and miles are basically cousins.

Just like Miles I am a spider-person. I got bitten a few hours after miles did. Basically I found a pink rock with what I presumed to be a dead spider inside of it. So I went home and broke it open cause the spider looked interesting (I should probably script out my fear of spiders in this dr) but right as it opened the spider crawled out, bit me, and died. I kinda just do the same thing miles did and clean up the spider corpse and go to bed. And the rest is history.

Well not really.

My superpowers are the same as almost all spider peoples except I have rock/gemstone manipulation/creation powers. Which means I can manipulate gemstones and rocks and I can also create them!

So as far as the storyline goes, I kinda scripted out across the spiderverse. I mean the events of atsv still happen but we are able to resolve them.

As for my relationships with other people.

Gwen and I are cool, we hang out sometimes

Miles and I are inseparable, we like this 🤞🏾 fr. He's my best friend in the whole world

Hobie is my main man (WE ARE NOT ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED I USE THIS TERM PLATONICALLY)

Pavitr and I are best friends.

Don't leave me and Miguel alone cause I'll beat his ass. I haven't even shifted and I can't stand him. I'll admit it, he's attractive, but he makes me angry with the way he treats my cousin LIKE BACK UP WHY ARE YOU BODYSLAMMING HIM.

Jess and I are cool, we're not best friends or nothing but we're cool.

[fucking-internet-idiot]

The spot isn't even a bad "hear me out" its reasonable. I remember when I was so obsessed with him that I studied the spiderverse art style and make a revamped spidersona and private oneshots, scenarios, and fanfics while literally writing the plot of movie one and 2 into A03(took days)+ (changing some shit around) so we would be enemies 2 lovers . Anyways here some spot posts

[adsdragonlover]

Peter nods. “Yeah, Wade. I’m sure,” he scoots closer to Wade until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. He reaches his hand out and gently traces over a scar on Wade’s thigh with his pointer finger. “Do they hurt?”

Wade doesn’t answer right away but then he lowers his hands. “Yeah. Some days are worse than others though. Most days I can kinda just ignore them. I’m used to it.”

Peter frowns. “Does it hurt when I touch them?”

Wade shakes his head. “No, it-“ he cuts off. “It feels nice. No one ever really…”

Peter moves his focus from the scar on his leg to Wade’s face, looking him in his expressive eyes. “I think you’re gorgeous,” he says honestly. He reaches his hands up to cover Wade’s where they dropped by his sides. “I wanna see,” he whispers. “And I’m not going to run away,” he squeezes Wade’s hands and briefly wonders where all this tenderness came from.

Peter’s always been a bit of a bleeding heart, but there’s something about Wade that lowers his guard. Something instinctive. Maybe it’s the same reason Peter’s spideysense called him to Wade. But it doesn’t really matter. Peter wants to live in the moment, and he tugs one of Wade’s hands closer and kisses the back of his scarred hand. “I promise.”