#Sinister Villains

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*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

[muffypollz]

"dying for shizun or dying together with shizun, either one is something this disciple would gladly do."

[louiejoyce]

Had to do a villain version! ❌

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Mister Sinister

X-Men '97

Season 1 Episode 9: Tolerance Is Extinction - Part 2

Bonus

[r0zeclawz]

she let me strike it cause im nefarious

[lemon-and-lead]

I'm planning to do designs for my Spider verse OC's whole Sinister Seven. I count these two as one- Doc Ock and Octopus Girl.

Doc Ock has a similar origin story as the Sam Raimi version, only he was stopped before he could turn on his reactor for the second time, and he didn't have to die taking it down. He's been causing problems for Spider-Man and New York as a whole ever since. He was the mastermind behind the Sinister Seven and major figure in the New York underworld.

After his accident, his inventions were put up for sale and the patent for his actuators were purchased by the Across Company, which planned to sell them as adaptive technology for the disabled.

Otoha Okutamiya was a fourteen year old Japanese student living in Tokyo. She was hit by a car while trying to rescue a cat that had run out into the road. She ended up with a spinal injury that paralyzed her from the waist down. She was part of the pilot program when Across decided to test their actuators, and had the wiring surgically implanted into her back. However, her inhibitor chip was improperly installed, leading to her taking violent revenge against her bullying classmates. She ended up as Doc Ock's sidekick/henchman (totally not his adopted daughter, guys, definitely not, what are you talking about).

[bardly-working]

Why did all the X-Men suddenly get supremely stupid?

Why did…

Xavier think that splitting the team in two and mind controlling Magneto was a better option than, like, saying “hey, the sentinels are still active actually so if you do still care about the few mutants left you should help with this”?

Logan go for a killing blow on Magneto when it was repeatedly stated that they need Magneto’s powers to fix the planet?

Xavier even bring Logan, a guy who famously has a metal fucking skeleton, to fight Magneto?

Xavier bother trying to convince the President to let him talk Magneto around if he wasn’t going to bother to actually try and talk Magneto around, but rather run in blasting?

everyone start acting like Magneto being in charge of the X-Men wasn’t ultimately a huge success? (because it was! not only did they neutralize an enemy, but they convinced him to stand trial for their crimes AND they won recognition for Genosha by the UN!)

none of the X-Men mention to Magneto that destabilizing the earth’s magnetic field is going to destroy the world in 12 hours, killing every mutant still remaining, even though doing so might have gotten him to help out?

the writers lay the foundation in the last episode for at least one human finally recognizing in the last episode where Magneto was coming from and why he is doing what he’s doing… only for the mutants to go “no actually that guy is irredeemable and we should kill him immediately, no more talking despite the fact that we actually really need his help and cooperation”?

Not only were these just idiotic moves strategically, but they barely make sense thematically!

I get that they want Magneto to be a straight up villain again. I get that Magneto is a villain. And I absolutely get that he has just altered the earth’s magnetic field in a big bad way and that needs to be addressed immediately (though there was barely mention of how the EMP blast was necessary to deactivate the humanoid sentinels). But if the writers want us to side against the guy they’ve spent the entire season making us side with, why are they only saying “think of the poor infrastructure lost in his EMP” and not even bothering to mention the lives that must have been lost in that blast? They’re making the X-Men look like absolute idiots by having them charge in with no intent to have a real conversation, and they’re making the damage Magneto did sound trivial by just focusing on property.

This feels like FATWS all over again. (－‸ლ)

[thelastharbinger]

Saw some graphic fanart the other day where Pav's arm was missing in the aftermath of battle and then it dawned on me...Spot can close a dimensional portal on someone's limb and could easily dismember all of the spideys if he wanted to (or worse). And I haven't known peace since :)

[knizuu]

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know~

— HEEHHE BASED ON THIS SPECIFICALLY

[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

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A Khan By Any Other Name

a prequel to Star Trek: Into Darkness

mystery, suspense, danger ~ romance & NSFW material to follow

summary: Seraphina DiPietro is wise in the ways of the world; she has to be, as she travels the California coast as a torch singer in pubs, bars, and nightclubs. She knows how to take care of herself and stay out of trouble--most of the time. When trouble comes, it's usually because she lets her kind heart overrule her common sense. Stopping to check on a handsome stranger stranded roadside in the Mojave Desert, her curiousity is piqued as much by his classic, mint-looking Mustang, as by its driver--a tall, dark, mysterious drink of water, whom she quickly learns is so much more than he appears.

characters: Khan Noonien Singh (aka: John Harrison), Seraphina DiPietro (OC)

words: 1.9k

Chapter Two

“Drop it now,” he repeated, with the sure authority of a man accustomed to having his orders obeyed, “And I promise I will not hurt you.”

Despite his iron grip, Seraphina struggled to pull her arm away, hissing through teeth gritted against the pain, “Won’t hurt me?  You’re hurting me now.”

Harrison’s hold on her arm loosened some; she was still tightly caught, but the pressure of his grasp, the pain, had receded a fair bit—although she knew she’d find dark, finger-shaped bruises there in short order.  If she even lived that long. “Forgive me,” he told her, his voice low and even, “I’d forgotten how fragile your bones can be.”

What an odd thing to say, she thought, straining for release from his clutch and realizing it was all too impossible; she was no match for his strength, and even if she could manage to trigger the mace, she had no sure way to aim it properly.  She felt desperate, frightened tears well up in her eyes, but squeezed her eyes shut against them—for she would not give her assailant the satisfaction of her despair, nor would she beg for mercy.

He must’ve read that quiet resignation on her face, for he tugged her fist close and covered it with his free hand, urging her to see reason, “You cannot win this struggle, Seraphina.  Your resistance is futile; surely you understand this?”  Harrison’s voice was silk persuasion, rich and dark and seductive—at complete odds with the very real threat he presented.  “I could easily break your wrist and prize your little weapon from your fingers—but I honestly have no desire to hurt you. Just let it go.”  And then, to her great surprise, he added, “Please.”

Blinking through the tears that fell against her will, tears that betrayed weakness when she wanted to be strong, Seraphina met his eyes again.  His beautiful, deadly eyes—and saw in them an unexpected sincerity that matched his gentle “please”.  She bowed her head and opened her fist, leaving her key and the can of mace to fall onto the passenger seat.

“There—that wasn’t so difficult after all, was it?”  Why was his voice so soothing?  Fear of what he might do to her next coursed through her veins, yet Seraphina thought she could easily crumple to the ground, curl up into a fetal ball, and let his voice see her into untroubled darkness.  The heat, the fear, the adrenaline, the struggle—all of it had sapped her of the will to face whatever might come next.  She’d always believed it wasn’t in her nature to fall apart so quickly, but she felt that way now, all the same.

True to his word, Harrison released her arm, but Seraphina remained in place, braced against the passenger side door, shaking in the aftermath and considering her very limited options. She might try to make it to her hovercraft, but the stranger now held her key; and even if she had the strength to run and the speed to outpace him, to flee into the desert at her back would be equally as brutal as anything he might do to her. She'd have to make her stand right here, then--and though she was no match for his size and strength, she knew enough to leave him hurting before he took her down for good.

Taking stock of her condition--mentally preparing to fight him off as best she could--Seraphina flexed her left wrist carefully, wincing as she explored her tender forearm with cautious fingers. Nothing broken at least, though she felt a bone-deep ache; but it would not be enough to hamper any effort to defend herself.

Strangely, Harrison was ignoring her at the moment; having retrieved her keychain, he had torn the can of mace free with no effort, before hurtling it carelessly into the desert. Seraphina had a vivid image of her own broken, half-naked body flung just as easily and left upon the sand for carrion-eaters to feast upon. She shoved the idea down deep, knowing such fear would only cripple her--and was immediately dumbfounded when he held the key out to her.

"Did I not say I have no wish to harm you?" Harrison's eyes bored into her own, searching for calm and reasoned understanding. "In spite of how it appears, we are equally vulnerable in this place and situation. We must find a way to trust one another. " Sera only continued to regard him warily. "Take this," he insisted, "If I judge you correctly, simple concern for a traveler in need motivated you to stop. And in keeping with your nature, I believe that you will not deny me the help that I need."

Sera studied his face, looking for signs of deception, skittish to trust him but accepting his peace offering nevertheless. "You lied," she said, defiant yet holding her anger at bay, "This car isn't yours..."

Harrison nodded, his full lips pressed together against a small placid smile, "I never claimed that it was..."

"It's stolen," she fumed, irritated with herself for allowing him to so easily mislead her when her first instinct had been correct after all.

"An act of desperation, I assure you..."

"Just as this was," she exclaimed, extending her bruised forearm to him, "I have to wonder what happens to people who truly stand in your way, Mr. Harrison. "

Unruffled by her outburst, Harrison closed his eyes a moment and breathed deeply. When he looked to her again, he was the picture of patience. "I swear I have no desire to cause you--or anyone else--harm. But you must understand, I am in dire straits and as we linger here, my family is in imminent danger." He paused, weighing the effect of his words upon her. "Such a thing will make a man act beyond the measures of polite society."

Seraphina narrowed her eyes, skeptical of his revelation of a family, but suspending her disbelief for the moment, "How then? What sort of danger is your family in?"

"Their very lives hang in the balance, threatened by a powerful man who seeks to manipulate me into working for him." Embers of hate flashed in his eyes, and he gave a bitter huff as he added, "Forcing me to work toward the most nefarious of purposes."

Sera shook her head, clearing the double vision that had crept up on her; she cupped a trembling hand against her forehead, which came away slick with perspiration. It was the heat getting to her, obviously. She felt parched, although the thought of putting anything into her roiling stomach left her feeling even more nauseous, and her head was pounding in time with her racing pulse. She needed to get out of the goddamn heat before she collapsed from heat exhaustion--while the man before her looked completely unaffected by the desert climate. "And...and I suppose this mysterious man is so powerful that you can't seek help from the proper authorities?" Sera leaned all her weight against the car door, wondering if Harrison had noticed her current state of distress.

If he did, he gave no sign of it, a mix of pain and rancor coloring his strikingly handsome features. "So powerful that it would be in your best interest to remain ignorant as to his identity and position." Anticipating her next question, he warned her, "Do not ask--for I cannot reveal that information."

Though stymied by his vague replies--and sensing a much more complicated tale behind what he'd already admitted to--Sera read blunt honesty in his voice and body language. And the fact that he had willingly returned her key while asking for--rather than demanding--her help, seemed a testament to some underlying truth. She realized that she likely had only a few more minutes until she passed out, leaving her completely at Harrison's mercy. "Then how...how did you end up here, stranded in the Mojave," Sera asked, panting softly, "How does any of this help your family?"

He was watching her closely now, so that he had to aware that she was fading fast. "That is a rather long and complicated tale, Seraphina." His voice had again taken on a lulling pitch. "One which I believe would outlast your capacity to remain on your feet."

She held on to the window frame, white-knuckled but determined to remain upright long enough to learn his hidden agenda. "I'm fine...I...I'm just a little light-headed..."

"Step aside now, Seraphina." Again, that tone of a man whose orders were obeyed without question. "You have little time left before you lose consciousness." His hand was already on the door handle, and she stumbled back in time for him to swing the door open.

Then he was looming over her, a tall, cooling shadow, reaching out to brace her. His touch this time was firm, while surprisingly gentle. "We need to get you out of this heat." Unexpected concern in is stunning eyes, calming concern in his voice. The man was a beautiful enigma.

"No...please...tell me. If...if you want me to trust you..." Her world was darkening around the edges, narrowing so that only his face remained in her field of vision. "If you want me to help...I need...I need to know..." Seraphina felt herself going, and as her consciousness fled, so did her fear and curiousity; only one need remained. She sobbed against him as he scooped her up into his arms, "But you promised...you promised not to hurt me again..." Her eyes fluttered shut as she slipped away from awareness.

Harrison strode swiftly towards her hovercraft, cradling her as softly as he could, knowing that the cool, dark interior was the quickest remedy at hand for what ailed her. "Oh, pretty little Seraphina," he murmured, brushing his lips against her dampened hair, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine and honey, relishing how light and easy she felt in his arms. "Hurting you is the least likely thing I have planned."

(to be continued)

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[weebiemcweebington]

I really love Vulture's design from TSSM.

Using red instead of green works for him and makes him stand out more. Spider-Man has a lot of enemies that wear green.

I'm glad they kept him an elderly man. Some versions try to make him younger and more attractive because they're worried that Spider-Man beating an elderly man makes him look bad or stupid. Let him be older and bald!

I love his long nose that looks like a beak.

And his eyes! They have slit pupils! Even though it doesn't make much sense because he's not an animal hybrid like Spider-Man, Lizard, or Kraven. Slit pupils aren't really a vulture's thing or any bird of prey. They're the ambush predator thing, like cats. But it looks cool!

Too bad they didn't add his neck feathers. But it wouldn't work with the more robotic/realistic design.

What do you think? What's your favorite design from the show?

Bro I really have to agree. One of my favourite things about TSSM is the art style, they made each male character look so unique and accentuated realistic features, Adrian is a prime example. So I have to completely agree.

Also here’s a collage I made last year explaining that very subject.

[that-nerdy-vertherav]

Sluty lil dress.

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WEB CRUSHER villains lineup part I