#villain 42

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

May... may we get info on the super au? 👉👈

"Monsters", in local dialect, can refer to any being that wields magic and/or is made of magic

SOULs are a culmination of magic, not self

tw/cw (trigger warnings/content warnings)

long post

medical system neglect/trauma

eating disorder (kind of)

food difficulties

knives

violence/murder/death (all implied/mentioned)

body horror, sort of

Killer

first to join the gang

hand arthritis because you're not allowed to enjoy your remaining arm (but you get an arthritis glove so)

mask

transhumeral (above elbow)

knee disarticulation

only character who gets a prosthetic

weird soul shape is the power

very stable

very unstable

Cross

second to join the gang

hood

mask

hasn't lost any limbs (yet)

knife summoning

"scarf"

saw Dream ACCIDENTALLY crush a metal beam with one hand and now screams at the top of his lungs anytime Dream gets close to grabbing him

Dust

third to join the gang

motorcycle-esc helmet

and they were roommates

literally

the economy is in shambles

Doctor: well actually we can't give you prosthetics unless we do a procedure to ensure you're actually missing your arms

Dust: ...but i was born without arms

Doctor: the procedure costs over a thousand dollars and i don't have the authority to diagnose you if you don't do the procedure

Dust: what

Doctor: im sorry

when the medical system is useless you have to improvise

bad for teeth probably

adjustable length grabber tool

whoopee cushion probably

villain outfit

scarf

ankle length

got blue to cut off the arms of a morphsuit and sew the holes up

GASTER BLASTER

Random Civilian: WTF

glowy eye

has a lot of magic to burn

Horror

fourth to join the gang

villain outfit fits him when he grows to a specific height

hasn't lost any limbs

motorcycle-esc helmet

least scared of Dream (because he can run away fast enough)

sharp teefers

Dream

was originally meant to be a manipulative government-working hero who's fake personality reflected canon Dream's while the real personality reflected canon Nightmare's

psychologically broken from spending 500 years in a statue

the constant hunger pains don't help

huge lidless eyes and permasmile tend to disconcert people (uncanny valley)

head is always slightly tilted to alleviate neck pain (making it worse in the long run)

little-no fine motor control

anything in his hands will be held with every ounce of strength he has (which is a lot)

Swap

was sweet and relatively innocent when he started working as a hero (and was a bit squeamish about even hitting villains a bit too hard)

naturally black hair, dyes it constantly to match outfit

prone to trembling violently when angry

blurred for violence

Karen: <- interrupting Blue while he's trying to do his job

originally tried to replace screams with laughter to trick his brain into not panicking during high-stress moments and now ends up laughing hysterically when startled/scared

Villain 42: boo

Past Blue: hahaa! you missed!

Villain 42: boo

Current Blue: AHAHAHA

Villain 42: hey man wtf

Current Blue: i don't know why i did that

Villain 42: it's ok

sledgehammer

mental stability is stretched thin from constantly supervising a murderous human-eating being with the psychological state of a severely traumatised child and a paint-eating psychopath with severe memory issues

Ink

travels the aus where he's human and technically doesn't actually belong to the super au

dislikes water (makes him start dissolving)

likes this au because he doesn't have to hide his supernatural abilities

Ink: wh.. where are my vials

keeps mixing up the definitions of hero and vigilante because it's different from au to au

supposed to have a tragic backstory but he's always forgetting it

legally diagnosed with traumatic brain injury and ASPD despite never taking the tests

[moodyvoid]

[cucumberteapot]

Okay, so I've read the Spider-man: Across the Spider-verse artbook, and there is this fantastic passage on Earth-42 that gives context to the dimension, Miles G., Uncle Aaron and the Sinister Six.

“Miles comes face to face with a parallel world version of his own in Earth-42 – an alternate reality where he never gained superpowers and where his Uncle Aaron is still alive. “We wanted to craft this moment where Miles encounters this powerful figure in his life that he loved so much and he lost," says director Justin K. Thompson. “That's when he realizes that he is not really in his own dimension, as well as the gravity of what he has lost. In this reality, Aaron has had to shake off his life of crime and became a surrogate father figure to Miles.”

The artists changed Uncle Aaron's outward appearance to reflect this new reality and convey how he has changed. The Uncle Aaron of Earth-42 has a little gray in his beard. His clothing still has the old “cool streetwear” vibe, but he has a more sophisticated and older look. In this alternate reality, the Sinister Six have been able to flourish and take over the world. “We wanted to create a world where it felt like Aaron and Miles G. Morales [this reality counterpart to Miles Morales] are the only heroes.”

It's a much darker version of Miles' original home. So, we looked at comic book artists who epitomized that sort of noirish world - artists like Frank Miller, Sean Gordon Murphy, John Polygon, where there is heavy use of black and colors sort of recede behind the dark shadows. The powerless version of Miles is still capable and efficient and has great acrobatic and physical prowess. We also needed Miles to feel trapped in this dark world. We wanted to leave the audience with the burning question: ‘How is he going to get home?’ It was just exciting to see the development of this world to underscore all of these narrative choices we were making.”

[edsnun]

HES A VIGILANTE!!!!! YIPPEE!!!

[commander-revan]

God please take all of Spinner's suffering, double it, and then give it to Endeavor.

[pixiatn]

Beyond the Spiderverse is actually a 42!Miles and 1610!Miles team up movie guys, trust me, I'm all the writers and the directors (I'm delusional and fucking insane)

Hobie and Miles are also secretly in love, trust me

[rose24207]

Web of feelings

Summary: When Spider-Girl is dosed with a love potion and falls for her enemy, the Prowler, he must fight to undo the chaos while questioning if this fake love could ever become real.

Genre: fluff, humor, angst if you squint

TW: under the influence of a love potion, fighting

A/N: tell me how you feel about these types of stories! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Brooklyn was never quiet—not for Spider-Girl, and definitely not for the Prowler. You’d been chasing rumors of a villain called Alchemy, some mad scientist type who’d been dosing unsuspecting people with potions to wreak emotional havoc. It sounded like a bizarre nightmare.

You weren’t exactly thrilled when the trail led you to a dimly lit warehouse on the edge of town, but that wasn’t the worst part.

No, the worst part was the claws that nearly took your head off the moment you landed.

“Seriously?” you hissed, flipping out of range and landing on a rafter. “Do you have a tracker on me or something?”

Below, the Prowler straightened up, claws retracting momentarily. His purple mask glinted under the flickering light. “Not everything’s about you, Spider,” he drawled, though his distorted voice made it sound more menacing than smug.

“You sure about that?” you quipped. “Because the last five times I’ve been out here playing hero, you’ve been right behind me like some creep.”

“Maybe you’re just predictable.”

“Maybe you’re just annoying.”

The banter was cut short when the floor rattled beneath you. You both froze, attention snapping to the back of the warehouse where shelves of vials shimmered in faint light.

You and the Prowler moved at the same time, rushing toward the shelves. You weren’t sure what Alchemy had cooked up, but you didn’t want him getting away with any of it.

“Stay out of my way!” you snapped, shooting a web toward the vials.

“Not happening,” he retorted, slashing through the web with his claws.

“Oh, come on!”

You lunged at him, but he dodged with ease, spinning to swipe at you. The two of you moved in a deadly dance, dodging and countering with practiced precision. It might’ve been impressive if it wasn’t so frustrating.

“Do you ever get tired of being a pain in my—”

Your words were cut off as your foot slipped on something slick. You barely had time to process the shattered vial beneath you before a cloud of pink mist enveloped your face.

“Great,” you muttered, coughing as the world spun around you. “What now?”

When your vision cleared, the first thing you saw was the Prowler standing above you, claws raised.

But instead of feeling your usual surge of annoyance, something else hit you—something stronger, warmer, and completely inexplicable.

“Wow,” you breathed.

The Prowler hesitated. “What?”

“You’re... gorgeous.”

He froze, his claws lowering slightly. “What did you just say?”

“I mean it.” You pushed yourself up, brushing rubble off your suit. “Why didn’t I notice it before? The way you move, the way you fight—ugh, it’s like poetry in motion.”

He took a step back, his claws retracting completely. “Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said dreamily, tilting your head. “You’re just... amazing.”

“This has to be a joke,” he muttered, pacing away from you.

“It’s not a joke,” you insisted, following him. “Why do we have to fight? We could be partners—no, more than that. We could be everything.”

The Prowler spun around, holding up a hand to stop you. “Nope. Nope. Nope. This is not happening.”

“But it is happening,” you said, stepping closer.

“Stay back,” he warned, pointing at you.

“Or what?” You grinned, your voice dropping into a teasing tone. “You’ll sweep me off my feet?”

Before he could answer, a laugh echoed through the warehouse.

“Oh, this is better than I imagined,” Alchemy said, stepping out from the shadows.

Miles turned toward him with a growl. “You. Fix this. Now.”

“Fix it?” Alchemy asked, feigning offense. “Why would I ruin such a masterpiece? Spider-Girl and the Prowler—Brooklyn’s newest power couple!”

“You’ve got ten seconds to give me an antidote,” the Prowler snarled, claws extending with a metallic click.

Alchemy smirked. “Or what?”

Before Miles could lunge, you stepped between them, pointing a finger at Alchemy.

“Not my man,” you declared, your voice dripping with defiance.

Miles flinched. “What did you just—”

“Not my man,” you repeated, stepping closer to Alchemy. “Nobody messes with him except me, got it?”

Alchemy looked at you, then at Miles, then back at you. “Oh, this is delightful.”

“I’m serious!” you snapped, shooting a web at Alchemy’s arm and yanking him forward. “I’ll fight you myself if I have to.”

“Please stop talking,” Miles groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

Alchemy tossed a vial at the ground, releasing a cloud of purple smoke that filled the air. You coughed, your senses momentarily dulled, but Miles didn’t hesitate.

“Stay here,” he ordered, claws slicing through the haze as he charged after Alchemy.

“But—”

“I said stay!”

You frowned but obeyed, your heart pounding as you watched him fight. Even in the chaos, you couldn’t help but admire him.

“Look at him,” you murmured to yourself, a dreamy smile creeping onto your face. “What a man.”

By the time the smoke cleared, Alchemy was unconscious, pinned to the ground by one of Miles’ clawed gauntlets. He stood over him, breathing heavily, a vial of green liquid clutched in his other hand.

You rushed to his side, your eyes wide with concern. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Miles flinched at your touch, holding up the vial between you. “This is the antidote.”

“Antidote?”

“For whatever he dosed you with,” he muttered. “You’re not thinking straight.”

“I think I’m thinking clearer than ever,” you said with a soft smile.

Miles stared at you, his chest tightening. For a moment, he hesitated. If he gave you the antidote, you’d go back to normal. You’d hate him again.

But if he didn’t...

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and before you could protest, he pressed the vial to your lips.

When you woke up, the Prowler was gone. Alchemy was unconscious, groaning softly as he regained consciousness.

You didn’t remember much, but something about the night lingered in your mind—something you couldn’t quite place.

The next day, you were surprised to find Miles Morales waiting for you at your locker.

“What do you want?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He shrugged, his usual smirk noticeably absent. “Just checking in. You seemed... off yesterday.”

“How would you know that?”

“No reason,” he said quickly. “Just... take care of yourself, okay?”

Before you could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving you confused.

Miles sat in the back of the classroom, watching you from a distance. You were back to your usual self—sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and completely unaware of what had happened.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you’d stood up for him, the way you’d called him your man.

It wasn’t real. Not yet.

But maybe, someday, it could be.

For now, he’d settle for being a little kinder, a little softer. After all, the line between love and hate had never been blurrier.

Thanks you for reading!

[berrrydameyve]

When Miles G. is old enough to get the motorcycle from Aaron, he renovates it too, just like what he did to his mask and gauntlets, he loves that sick looking motor (I love it too). He's like a mini Jess,

like in a way when the spider-gang invites him to hang out, when they hear a portal opening and motorcycle they are like: "yep, 42's here"

and I love the idea of 42 having a motorcycle like his uncle

[shokuto]

I really hope the Sinister Six cartel consist of the original 60s lineup. I wanna see the insanity of THESE guys being made into big scary mob bosses that lead a criminal empire written in blood together lol

[berriweb]

OMG??

more fanfics with 42 miles as a vigilante when????

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

top left reference: young adult probably, files down horns/doesn't care about ears

bottom left reference: middle aged, lets horns grow/hides ears

Villain 42: hru

Goat Person In Armor: bad tbh

[moodyvoid]

what if I end it all

[turtlemurmurs]

What he said: Btw earlier I pretended to kill this rabbit in front of you to cruelly manipulate you into thinking we implanted something to explode your heart if you tried to escape

What I heard: Look at my pet bunny, his name is Eight and I carry him around in my satchel

[whomstdosthouthinkiis]

once the leaks are translated I will cannibalize them for parts, such as the bakudeku talk and other characterization, but most will be discarded.

To everyone here's something I have taken to heart since getting into star wars: If there is a part of canon you don't like, you can just ignore it. which is what I'm gonna do.

extra chapter? never heard of her. mha has 430 chapters. this is known.

[commander-revan]

Last panel of Touya we get. Sorry that man is your author, you deserved so much more.

[ayyunah]

This fleeting bright new morning, I wish would last a moment more. But again time isn't on our side