#verse: anomalies

[brrdhouse]

bweirdoctober day four: under-rated oc

ahh.. are roblox ocs cringe? yes? don't tell me.

i have a whole connected universe of them, and this is the spirit! he's a vampiric freak of a man that likes to. "remove" artifacts to put in his personal museum. he also has a torrid affair with the curator, who as their name implies, curates a more public museum of things they steal.

neither of them are very good people, but they love each other and love to hate each other <3

[imaplatypus-art]

Miguel blames Miles for ruining the multiverse. Clearly, it was this spider's fault 🙄.

[moralesfilms]

I honestly feel like, if they had met in itsv, hobie would’ve definitely visited miles during that year between itsv and atsv

[otakukira]

ok wait so Miguel is so worried about Miles stopping his dad‘s death which would cause that world’s canon and reality to unravel and fall apart. But he also said Miles was never supposed to be Spider-Man in that reality. The spider got transported to that world and bit miles, changing the canon. So isn’t the canon already messed up? Shouldn’t it already be unraveling? Why is Miguel so caught up in Miles changing his dad‘s death when that world’s canon is already different? 

or does it just not apply for that? i mean that’s a pretty big change tho.

also, earth 42 with no spiderman. that one isn’t following canon anymore either.

[cillivnz]

nadie como mi pantera [miguel o’hara]

PAIRING — SPIDER-MAN 2099 x ANOMALY!READER

TROPE — enemies to fuckers (?)

WORD COUNT — 2.4k+

WARNINGS — SMUT. eighteen+. AFAB!READER. cursing, injuries, legal age-gap, mentions of male and female masturbation, mentions of trauma, dark!miguel, heavy degradation, marking, biting, venom-play (?), a little bit of objectification, degrading names and descriptions, pet-names, dub-con, breast/nipple play, fingering, clit-play, bondage, public sex, size difference, penetrative sex (p! in v!), jealousy, dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, miguel being down bad for reader, basically.

A/N — you really thought i wouldn’t write for papí? i don’t like this but i had to write for miguel and i had to write for him as soon as possible. i was listening to this C.R.O song that inspired me to write this, so, i hope you enjoy my take at my favorite kind of miguel fiction! i’d love to hear your thoughts in my asks <3

lowercase intended.

LISTENING TO — ‘Por La Carretera’ by C.R.O and ‘This Love’ by Pantera.

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations]

“no puedes correr para siempre, perra.” — you can’t run forever, bitch.

‘viejo’ — old man

“estúpido, caliente puto bastardo.” — stupid, horny fucking bastard.

“joder, perra. atragantarse con mi polla así como así.” — fuck, bitch. choke on my cock just like that.

gilipollas — asshole

“si insistes, cariño.” — if you insist, honey.

querida — dear

“dios mío, ¿cómo puede una chica ser tan bonita y a la vez tan tonta?” — my god, how can a girl be so pretty yet so dumb?

puta — bitch

“yo también pensé en mi pantera…” — i thought of my pantera, too…

“𝐴𝑌， 𝑁𝐴𝐷𝐼𝐸 𝐿𝑂 𝐻𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑂 𝑇𝑈́,”

running was all you knew.

at the sight of danger, in the fear of things, you ran; or perhaps, your pride didn’t allow it to be called, “fleeing”.

either way, despite being the most notorious villain of your world, you were running away from a monster chasing you, and so you ran like him, on all fours.

“no puedes correr para siempre, perra.”

you hear him grunt, leaping from building-to-building.

he ached, not that you knew, but he ached to catch a hold of you, and for reasons he wasn’t willing to reflect upon right now.

he just needed more than the ghost of your touch against his talons for hands, to feel the softness of your flesh against his claws, not for a moment, but an eternity.

“mírame, viejo.”

“can’t catch me.” you spoke the same few words you always did to him, before leaping through yet another portal, except you were slow; fatally, too slow. so when just about your upper half slid through the dimensional portal, you were yanked back into hell by the devil himself attached to your calf.

miguel o’hara’s claws sinked deep into your flesh.

“caught you.”

you were the root cause of all his problems these days. the pinnacle of his annoyance, agitation, and arousal.

“estúpido, caliente puto bastardo,” he’d often curse at night, following the lines, “joder, perra. atragantarse con mi polla así como así,” pumping his throbbing cock at the thought, the sight of you, hidden behind mounds of paperwork, peering at the multiple cameras he’d installed in your apartment.

a part of him cherished the cat-and-mouse chase, yearned for it. the other, rational, heroic bit knew he was wrong. he should’ve captured you at your most vulnerable; spread wide apart, rubbing leisurely at your swollen clit, but he didn’t. he simply couldn’t do anything but breathe haphazardly, or unzip his suit and start stroking himself at the pace with which you fingered yourself.

he thought he was in the clear, letting this continue for months, but jessica seemed to have caught on, offering to catch you for him, which was when he snapped; at her, and at any spider who dare mention your name.

there was talk at the tables, you were labelled the sexiest, most beautiful anomaly. multiple peters lined up to offer to be appointed to you, but it only added fuel to the fire that was miguel o’hara’s temper.

his efficiency, skill, and authority were at stake. and so, he finds himself chasing after you, yet again.

only this time, he didn’t let you escape.

his own eyes widened when his talon ripped through your limb. the colour left his face, a panicked expression painted all over his hidden face. carefully, yet fervently he removed them from your leg. by the time he did so, he was on top, and you were right beneath him, pressed so tightly against his chest.

instinctively, you raised your ass, pressing into his constricted crotch. the gesture knocked the air out of miguel, who had deemed you to be in agony from the cut on your leg, but when miguel looked back at your black suit, he saw healed flesh through the torn fabric; soft and tender, like the rest of you.

he took off his mask, turning you over.

he took off yours, too. it were as if another moment without seeing your face would’ve sent him spiralling madly into the multiverse of armageddon.

solace, is what your face brought. agony, is what it put him through. everything about you, be it y/n y/l or his pantera was so, so perfect.

her eyes, mere slits staring at him with offence and hatred, yet the pupils dilate when his grip on your waist tightens, her plump lips muttering various curses at his name, but even the most vile profanities sounded like honeyed words of love coming from those perfect, bordeaux lips. her frown, her cute nose, her perfect hair, a mess underneath her mask, framing perfectly against her frame; so tiny compared to the mammoth monster towering over her.

she is perfect, and nobody does it like her.

nobody ruins canons like her, and she’s got every reason. the things she’s been through, miguel knows an angelita like her doesn’t deserve anything she’s had to endure. it all made her stronger, until she was blamed for things she had no control over; her powers, her ability to survive. her perfection, that the world tried to take advantage of. so, it comes as no surprise to miguel o’hara that the sweet y/n y/l resorted— no, was pushed to the dark side.

as much as he sympathises, and even cares for the girl he’s grown fond of, the girl that calls him ‘viejo’ with utmost conceit, he must teach her a lesson.

one she’d remember.

“i told you i’d catch you.” he leaned closer, a baritone in his velvet voice. “fuck off, miggy.” if it weren’t for ‘viejo’, it were ‘miggy’. see, o’hara wasn’t the only one spying, and y/l did enough digging to find out all about him, hence the constant reminder of their age-gap. the only difference between the two was that y/n stopped watching after what was useful, whereas miguel deemed eyeing her figure 24/7 as very necessary; even when she’d change in her room, and especially when it was into a skimpy dress to go out with some lowlife edgelord that couldn’t even pay for her drink.

miguel still has the fuckface hanging upside down in some alleyway in some multiverse.

nobody touches pantera.

“hermosa, don’t talk to me like that,” he warned in response to your curse. “oh, bite me, gilipollas.” you smirked, not anticipating his next move.

“si insistes, cariño.” he shrugged before releasing his fangs from their pillowy casing, his plump lips, to reach for your pulse point and bite. hard.

her shriek of pain turned into a wanton moan when he injected a small dose of venom into her, licking the open wound clean, savouring the ferric sweetness.

“damn you, son of a bitch,” you huffed in between breaths, “what have you done to me?” he groaned against your skin, setting every inch ablaze.

he breathed in your scent, face pressed in your slowly bleeding neck, before spreading your limbs wide and apart. he rose, shooting webs on each ending, one by one, tying you in place.

you were trapped in his embrace, on the helipad of a skyscraper. before realisation dawned in on you, miguel was dragging his mouth over your body, from the throat downwards, his protruding fangs ripping through whatever fabric came in the way, and soon enough, he had ripped through your suit, till he was right above your cunt.

a smirking miguel eyed you, conceit and shamelessness painted all over his flawless face. his large hands gripped the ripped suit from each slit and tore it off of you, leaving you only in your panties. “fucking hell, querida, no bra?” his face contorted in need at the sight of your bountiful chest, nipples hardening when the cold air of nueva york hit them.

his mouth felt obliged to latch onto both of your buds, paying the heed they so desperately craved. “days,” he began, “only i know how weeks, months went by in craving you.” “you make me hate myself, y/n.” “you don’t belong here,” he had moved on to your neck, placing sloppy wet kisses. raising himself just enough to eye you, he dipped two of his fingers into his fanged mouth, covering them in spit, before burying his face back into your neck and plunging a finger inside you.

you moaned, grinding against the palm of his large hand to provide some relief to your throbbing clit.

“you’re an anomaly,” he groaned, feeling you tighten around him, not even letting him bury himself knuckle deep. “and yet, you’re dying to fuck me.” you managed to mock miguel. “didn’t say you’re not insatiable.” his calculating eyes were fixated on the sight of your pussy swallowing his fingers.

spreading your lips apart using his index and ring finger, he plunged further into you. soon enough, while he still cursed your existence out in spanish, three of his fingers were fucking you open causing a delicious tremor of pain to run through you.

when your eyes closed in awaiting excruciating pleasure, he bit into the same, now healed, skin of your neck injecting a larder dosage of the apparent venom. “eyes on me, querida.”

he feigned a look of inncocece whereas nothing about your acts was innocent.

he looked angelic while committing the devil’s sins, fingering you at godspeed while his crimson eyes stared into your soul.

“gonna come, love? sí, good girl, let it all out f’me.” and you did.

spasming around his fingers, you let out pent-up frustration of months, because the truth is, you’ve always been a woman of reciprocity.

an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth,

an orgasm for an orgasm.

“i wanna suck it.” you whined between pants, trying to break free from the webbed bondage. “hm, tempting,” the clocks of contemplation seemed to be ticking behind those crimson eyes, “but no.” he shook his head, creating regrettable distance between the two of you. “but i want it—” you whined,

“and i want you to go back to your universe. for the sake of the multivers—”

“oh, to hell with you and your multiverse, o’hara. just fuck me and get it over with.”

you rolled your eyes, but were soon put in regret when a hand wrapped around your throat.

“you think that’s all i’m gonna do? dios mío, ¿cómo puede una chica ser tan bonita y a la vez tan tonta?” he ‘tsked’, “i’m not just gonna ‘fuck you and get it over with’, i’m gonna ruin you for everyone else.” you had no idea when he had the time to discard his lower half of the suit, until you felt something sinister and sinful rubbing against your slit.

“so wet, querida. and all for me?” he groaned shamelessly, the sound resonating in your core. villainous tendencies getting the best of you, you couldn’t help but tease, “not really, i thought peter b. would swing by.” you shot him a shit-eating grin, trying your level best not to show how pleasurable his cock rubbing against you felt.

you knew you were fucked when he clenched his jaw, crimson eyes glowing to a dangerous fluorescent scarlet, before he laughed dryly, “you’re gonna fucking regret that.”

you yelped when he turned you around, shooting more webs onto your constricted frame. in your new position, you were forced to lie with your back arched, tits pressed against the cold concrete, unwavering with how greatly they were held in place. each limb was securely taped to the floor, every inch of your body covered in sticky webs, all except the very hole where he’d shoot in his special web.

“you like this, puta? i know i do.” he said, stroking your leaking slit with his cock.

“my very own glory hole.”

he didn’t give you a moment to retaliate, instantly shoving his entire length inside you.

you were a goner.

from the way his anomaly of a cock slammed against your g-spot repeatedly, in full combat with your cervix, to the way his heavy balls slapped your clit, his talons ripping two holes just around your areoles to pull and pinch your nipples.

“miguel…” you moaned repeatedly, like a chant praising the god on his knees behind you. “what happened to ‘viejo’, hm? you like this old man’s cock too much to care now? yeah? too cock-drunk on an older guy?” he growled, in between unfaltering thrusts. “it’s okay, bébé, this pussy is my reward, too. isn’t it? i’ve been so patient with you. ‘never complaining when you touch yourself.”

“i’m not selfish like that. i want my hermosa to touch herself when she thinks of me. i know you say my name, cariño. i know you say ‘miguel’.” you buried your face further in your shame, cheek pressed against the cold concrete. “it’s okay, yo también pensé en mi pantera when i fuck my fist.”

you moaned at the thought of him jerking off to you, ready to give all the pennies in the world for his thoughts, his fantasies you’re more than obliged to fulfil.

“i’m gonna cum—” you managed to warn just in time as you creamed on his cock. “sí, querida. so good f’me.” he brought two fingers to your clit, overstimulating your high.

you writhed around, but miguel wouldn’t budge.

he still fucked in and out of you, bottomed out completely, to just the tip in, all with relentless speed and vigour.

“fuck, your cunt is so tight, y/n. hell, i might just keep you.”

“mi pantera is my fuckdoll.”

the overstimulation killing you, “no more… n-no more!” you moaned wantonly, but miguel didn’t stop his fervent flicks on your clit, nor the torturous pummelling your pussy was enduring.

when you neared your second orgasm, miguel made sure you reached it, but didn’t give you the satisfaction of riding out your high. pulling out, he gently tapped on your pussy, watching it spasm around nothingness, and then he slammed his cock inside you, letting your gaping pussy milk him dry.

the sight was something to see.

miguel o’hara, the work-consumed maniac who never let anyone see any side of him other than solemnity, had more expression on his face than ever before. face contorted in pleasure as he shot ropes of his load into you, grip tightening around your hips, his plump lit ripping between his sharp teeth.

“fuck,”

“𝑵𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑶 𝑴𝑰 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨.”

he groaned, staying buried deep inside of you for a few more lingering moments.

he slashed your constricts, hesitantly pulling out his cock from your hole, its new home.

“still hell-bent on wreaking havoc?” he asked, flipping your spent body over, placing a lustful kiss on your swollen lips. “no, sir.” you whispered softly, causing a wave of arousal to wash over miguel, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to act on it.

“good, because i was serious about keeping you.” he stared you dead in the eyes, wrapping those colossal arms around your body; like putty in his hands. putting on his suit again, he carried you away in the still of the night.

your villainous days, perhaps, are over, but something tells you, you and miguel are far from it.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Tim:Bruce is bein' fuckin' shit again

Miles:Then i hope he dies

Tim:BRUH WHAT??????

Miles:I'M SO SORRY,YOU CALLED ME YOUR FRIEND EARLIER AND MY TEENAGER WITH FRIENDS WITH SHITTY PARENTS REFLEXES KICKED IN

[fluffypotatey]

i know this has been said tons of times already in different ways but,

i just love the way Miguel and the Spider Society forcing everyone to follow the “canon” and telling Miles that he is not allowed to change the predestined story because “everyone else had to go through it” is an excellent metaphor for older generations re-enforcing to younger generations the ideology that the suffering they have to go through of whatever kind is normal and expected.

it’s like that saying “if i had to grow through hell, so do you.” but the thing is, Spiderman is the hero who is typically the one saying, “i’ll make sure you never go through hell like i did.” it’s such a cool way to show the conflict and disconnect between the two ideologies that Miles struggles with in the film

just….like the fact that Miguel and Jessica sort of symbolize the kind of parents who worked their asses off to make sure the world you live in will be better than theirs then feel upset and betrayed when their child who has the privilege to live a life they might have desired in the kid’s age. definitely didn’t find any relatability to that aha

I just love that it’s the fact that Spiderman’s story of losing Uncle Ben, losing the police chief, losing Gwen, are things Miles is told he cannot fight (the whole parallel between being told life = suffering and desiring a happier outcome won’t work). BUT THEN, Miles says fuck that! he says “no, why should i have to put up with that when i know i can change it!” and just 🫠

idk i love this movie and i hope this makes sense

[dearest-painter]

A skit with Clone!Miguel and Peter B as their kids sleep on them

Clone!Miguel:Im Miguel O’Hara but you can call me Mig to do the difference between me and that BASTARD!

Miguel:FUCK YOU!

Peter B:Peter B Parker, see the kid has taken a liking to you

Clone!Miguel:hm? *looks at Anomaly O’Hara!Reader napping against him then smiling* yes yes, this is my child of course. *Moves Anomaly O’Hara!Reader where he’s holding them on his hip*

Peter B:Aww, can I take a picture please? My daughter just joined and I wanna save it

Clone!Miguel:*chuckling* of course!

[Peter B takes a picture of Clone!miguel holding Anomaly O’Hara!Reader on his hip and Anomaly O’Hara!Reader holding a sleeping Mayday in their arms]

Peter B:I’m sending it to you. Just so cute! *airdrops it*

Clone!Miguel:Aww. I must say your daughter is very cute!

Peter B:Thank you! You know I prefer you much more then that grump over there, can we get married just so I don’t have you leave me alone with him!

Clone!Miguel:*chuckling* very funny my friend, maybe or maybe not! We shall see!

[mik3stuff]

Local burger lover Mike,what do you think the Spiderband's favorite kind of burgers are🤨🙏🏼🎤?

First of all I will pass on purchasing this title non-ironically, thank you very much. Second YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE OH MY TITAN I'LL HAVE SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ASK

All of them, no exceptions, will always prioritize artisanal burgers over big franchises like BK or McDonalds and this is just canon we're on the same page about it right?

Mirassol likes a good old chimi but she's also super into a classic brie cheeseburger, Miles G loves chimi too but prefers a spicy double burger

Gwen is a huge burger lover (she likes it especially when Hobie's mom makes 'em) and her and Hobie have a shared favorite for pizza burgers but her second option would be a big chicken burger or a bacon burger

Hobie as I said before highly prefers pizza burgers, they're his favorite and just like Gwen he'll eat any type of burger his mama makes cuz his mama is great and her food is too but scrawny as he is once in a lifetime he'll eat the whole thing. He always shares his with his friends but they're now making him eat more and soon enough he'll be just fine with eating one entire burger (angst material prob)

Pavtir's is probably a spicy Indian lamb burger and Gayatri's since I headcanon her as vegan i believe that would be a veggie indian-style burger (I've seen some pretty mouthwatering recipes recently so I had to add this)

Peni likes a chili burger with wasabi ketchup

Ganke is a burger addict too and his favorite is a nduja burger but he also loves a vegan cheeseburger (my boy is lactose intolerant)

My sweet girl Margo <3 she's a monster when it comes to eating fast food you look at this cute little girl and think "she ain't eating that much" but she is and she'll steal some bytes (haha humor) from her partner's. She likes to say she doesn't have a favorite and if you insist she'll probably say something basic like a classic burger but she loves your good old bacon burger and I would like to say it's her personal fave

Bonus Mike likes a double cheeseburger but he hates cheddar (also a lactose intolerant but since is it holding anyone back right? He's allergic to cats but had four and got adopted by Nora who counts as at least three and this is totally not me just dumping random facts about me at my oc's)

I really hope these are in character lmao, tried adding cultural rep without making it sound stereotypical but idk. Also please feel free to add your (Summer's or anyone else reading this) spidersona favorite burger 💗

[proffesionalalpaca]

Hey, Spiderverse/ multiverse question:

What would happen if two people from two separate dimensions had a baby?

All Assuming they had the wrist bands that prevent glitching. *when two spider-people love each other very much - *

Would the kid be able to go between dimensions freely?

Or is it limited to the one it was born into? Would it be born matching the style of said dimension? (Like a cartoon character giving birth in the mcu dimension, would the kid be live-action?!?)

Perhaps the child is limited to its mother’s dimension? Or The father’s?

Or, an even cooler idea;

Would the kid have the ability to dimension hop? Being able to shift into the art style of each dimension to match the multiverse phase and not glitch out, like a dimensional camouflage , more so a multiverse shifter rather than a hopper.

[filmop-tianaat]

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

I have some things to say about Miguel’s anomaly theory

Miguel keeps on getting on Miles about him ruining everything. He’s like “you were never supposed to be Spider-Man!!” Oh brother!!!But it’s not like Miles had any control of the spider biting him.

I find it crazy how Miguel glided by the fact that he destroyed a whole universe. You did that and now you suddenly have the right to dictate what the other spider people do?? If it were me I would not be able to trust that man.

And I feel like even if his theory about the anomalies were right Miguel’s situation and Miles situation are totally different.

Miguel literally took over the life of a version of him that D*ED. How do you not see something wrong w/ that. You would think you would have the common sense not to mess w that. He is from a different universe inserting himself into a new one and that’s where the problem lies.

Miles is just trying to save his dad. Now if his dad already died and he brought a dad from a different universe to replace him then I think that would be a problem, but that’s not what’s happening.

Another thing Miguel talking all this mess about Miles being the original anomaly, but if Miles was the problem shouldn’t his whole universe already be gone 🤨 matter of fact shouldn’t it have disappeared as soon as the og Spider-Man d*ed??

I’m pretty sure this is supposed to be obvious (or maybe I’m wrong 🤷🏾‍♀️) but I’ve seen to many reactions where ppl are like Miguel is right and Jeff has to d*e and I’m just like 👀

Anywho…I might add more thoughts later but I just needed to get this off my chest so I’m not thinking about it every other day 😂

[tob-anon]

Level 10

I will wait here.

it is nice and calm.

[spiderman2-99]

how much do you make a year? No funny business, just answer the question!!

Also ur my favorite, Miguel 🌞

Wouldn’t you like to know.

[moralesfilms]

I feel like everyone just forgets that pavitr saved gayatri, his first love, as miles was saving inspector singh.

[acid-harbringer]

Style experimenting with Some side characters from my OC verse "anomalies unknown". thought it looked nice without colours as well so put up 2 versions. names from left to right: Sterre Morgan, The sword/Kau de Vries, Niko Kennedy, Carmen Molenaar and Merel Jutter

[movedtodykedvonte]

My one true prediction for Beyond the Spiderverse is Miguel is gonna catch up to Miles and hold him back from saving his dad only for Miles to either call out for his dad or take his mask off so his dad can at least see he’s Spiderman before he dies.

Either Miles’ pleas or Jefferson’s realization and care for his son reminds Miguel of those last moments with his daughter and how he’s been forcing multiple Spidermen to be okay going through that and is practically gonna be the cause of that for Miles and either let’s Miles save his dad or saves Jefferson himself.