#Spider-Man across the spiderverse part one

[burnt-squid]

old spiderverse art i never posted!

[mel-kusanagi]

mylo ‼‼

a completed full body design my spidey oc, mylo! it has been a fun and awesome process coloring her, and im SO happy it turned out well!

[mockingspider]

since the spiderverse fandom is dying out, i have a confession to make

i thought gwen and miles were already dating until i saw the clocktower scene and was like "wait.. they're just friend?"

[alethianightsong]

Across the Spider-verse is 10/10 in animation, story, voice acting, and soundtrack (MILD spoilers)

To all the people who “Spider-Man can’t be black!” in 2018, Imma need y’all to hold that L indefinitely. Due to the concept of the multiverse, Spider-Man is literally all races, creeds, and backgrounds and it’s canon. There’s Indian, Muslima, paraplegic, Latino, and 4 different black Spider-people. The movie is 2hrs and 20-ish minutes, so PLEASE don’t bring your toddler cuz their attention span is gonna plummet an hour in. The plot of this movie is for the people who saw the first movie, so it’s matured with the original audience. Miguel O’Hara wants to preserve the multiverse (saving billions of lives), meaning each Spider-person’s story has to play out the same (get bit by a spider, your uncle dies, police captain dies). Miles Morales was NEVER supposed to be Spider-man (remember his spider came from Universe 42). Miguel’s all like “you’re not supposed to be Spider-Man but since you ARE Spider-Man, your police captain dad needs to die to keep your story consistent with the rest of us.” Miles response is “Hol’ up, you want me to sit back and let my dad die? I know these deaths make us who we are, but if we have the power to save people, then we should do the responsible thing and save them.” Both Miguel and Miles think they’re doing the responsible thing (letting canon play out vs saving lives regardless of canon). Miguel is lawful evil, believing the needs of the many outweigh the few. Miles’s very existence disrupts Spider-man canon, but he IS Spider-Man, whether he was fated to be or not. Also, Miguel keeps saying that the Spot is the huge threat to the multiverse then spends 15 minutes chasing down Miles, diverting a good portion of his resources to capturing him. HELLO, I thought you said the Spot >> Miles so why are you focusing on one kid and not the multiverse-ending superbeing?

[chwippy]

Messaaaageeessss !!

Miles x reader lmfoa WHAT

Online dude who cant stfu and you suddenly can’t speak. [ Fluff, burning, cool reader :P]

Warning(s) - grammar mistakes, confusing writing, a lot of ‘as’ idk why I liked used as, its a safe fanfic with a ton of words and mistakes ig LOL.. Miles is still Spiderman.

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Hours after hours.

Messages after messages.

You had been woken up from another message from someone you had met from a discord server you and your friends had made for fun.

It’s been weeks since the server was created, already have been filled with hundreds of people as you felt like you had accomplished something - not having a life!

Kidding.

You took your phone into hand, putting it up til your phone opened automatically and the high brightness that had an automatic increase hit your eyes, making you wince a little.

You quickly recovered from that awful brightness that had been stuck onto your phone, now laying on your back instead of your side now.

You hopped over to instagram, checking out the next messages you had been sent over the past few minutes upon receiving them.

You read them,

M1LES_: DAWG STOP LIKING AND SAY SMTHN M1LES_: (I'm running out of things to text u)

You felt yourself smile a bit from these messages, now going ahead and typing out;

Y_OUR_NME: Do you wanna talk to me that bad?

You sent, closing your phone once again as you didn’t expect him to respond THAT quickly to your reply to his messages.

But he did, you had heard multiple dings from your phone as you checked our him spamming you the following;

M1LES_: Do

Not

Make

It

Seem

Like

That.

You chuckled at such a response as you went ahead and spammed him the same way he did.

You spent a couple of more minutes talking to him back and forth. Until he stopped sending you replies as you had been left on read.

After spamming you multiple messages at a time.

Wow, the audacity of this man.

You proceeded to do the same, spam the poor man with numerous messages until he replied to yours. And it somewhat worked - he read them, just not replied.

You rolled your eyes to the screen, annoyed at not getting him to respond to your messages as you planned your ‘devious’ plan to spam him with calls.

You then started on doing that ‘wicked’ plan of yours, spam calling him both on Discord and Instagram.

You were a master at spamming others using the calling technique? Not sure but you liked to call it a technique.

You continued doing so as you let the one on instagram ring for a while as you go ahead as grab a cup of water.

You hoped he’d decline it and finally respond to your dreadful replies, wasting sleep for him wasn’t easy because you were nearly asleep when you texted him a few minutes ago.

You settled the cup on the sink as you ended the call and started another one while you yawned, looking for some snacks to eat now that you’re downstairs.

Until you heard a certain sound coming out of your phone, hearing a voice come out of it - one you haven’t heard. Quite embarrassing to admit it took you a few seconds to realise your call had been answered.

You immediately got up from your position when you were in search for some midnight snacks. You quickly grabbed your phone as you listened to the voice.

“Y/N?” The one over the phone said, knowing your name. You froze for a moment before realising it is your friend who had answered your call.. oh dear.

You thought about it for a second, decline or not? It was a frustrating choice because you did want to hear his voice a bit more as you stayed silent.

You heard a cough from over the speaker, catching your attention as he spoke once more, “Hello?”

You now braced yourself, finally having the ugly guts to respond to him because you areee the one who called him in the first place.

“Hey,” You finally greeted back, seeming a bit nervous from the small stutter that probably wasn’t noticeable from the other side as you coughed.

You held your phone next to your face, having both hands hold your phone as you patiently waited to hear him continue talking.

“Sorry,” He apologised, “I’m kinda ..busy, right now,” He continued, chuckling weakly as you heard a small thud against the speakers of the phone.

You seemed kinda disappointed knowing that, wanting to talk more in call. You sighed, now going to say your last words before ending the call.

“Talk to you later,” He said, waiting for you to end the call as he held the phone close to him - which seemed obvious to you from the random shuffle in the audio.

“Yeah, uhm.. can we call again?” You asked hesitantly, wanting him to hear it despite it being a mumble.

Yeah, he probably have heard it since we’re in call.

“Sure,” He agreed with his voice being in such a calm manner yet so ..rushed? Before he had ended the call himself.

Sure? Sure.

Wow, not even a goodbye is crazy.

You thought, expecting a much more better response from him since he might have of been the reason why you’re staying up so late.

But he isn’t, you’re clearly the reason for not sleeping yet due to being pretty stubborn to sleep despite telling Miles you to go to sleep soon.

You aren’t, you’re waiting for his call, a message of some sort. You couldn’t erase the thought of hearing his voice once more out of your mind.

It particularly implanted as you felt your heart beat a bit faster.

And whats with all the noises in his part? Was he- was he doing that?.. No, no! Don’t think about that now. He’s the same age as you, it’d be weird - no, it’s somewhat normal..

No.. ew, yuck.

You grossed yourself out for thinking such a thing but the thuds? No, it was quite obvious he was outside - outside?! In public!? No, you’re overthinking it.

Just overthinking it? But why was he so tired? Why do you care so much?!

You’ve soon to come to a conclusion that you’re overthinking everything and that he was simply having a life outside of his phone and those noises were background noises of being hit in the stomach or what? What is this conclusion?

You closed your eyes, still downstairs and not up your bedroom as you sat on your couch thinking about that call.

Maybe you should move on, he probably did.

You stood up, walking over to your phone that you had thrown an ridiculous distance away from you.

You watched your phone light up as soon as you picked it up, showing a notification from discord as you read the user, M1LES_.

Miles.

MILES?!!

You had completely forgotten about how your phone could’ve been absolutely damaged as you instantly dropped it once again. It wasn’t a large distance from the ground but you still gasped.

You didn’t quite understand why you had a big reaction as you picked your phone back up. You looked at the notification, opening your phone

M1LES_: Yo

Y_OUR_NME: Hey

M1LES_: You still up to call?

You looked at the message for a bit more, not knowing what to say in response as you bit your lip in response.

Y_OUR_NME: Yeah

Y_OUR_NME: Sire

Y_OUR_NME: sure

You seemed pretty proud of yourself for your response, applauding yourself. Seeming a bit crazy as watched the cctv your guardian had set up turn away from you.

You looked back to your phone now, seeing the bubble stay there for a few moments as you got incredibly bored from waiting.

M1LES_: LAtr

LAtr.. that’s cute.. I guess.

Y_OUR_NME: Alr

You replied, now feeling yourself get s bit more nervous now that you got a somewhat confirmation that you’d actually.. be.. calling him.

You don’t know exactly when you’d be calling him so you tried to reduce your nervousness as you went inside your room and plopped onto your bed.

You placed your phone on the side of your face, your hand laying on top of it as you laid on your stomach.

Your face was basically implanted onto your pillow, feeling your nervousness either die down or reach a new kind of high.

Most likely a new level of high as you started to kick the air, feeling crazy since he could call you in any minute now.

You just hoped it wouldn’t be when you were about to fall asleep because you are about to fall asleep, and you hoped so badly he could just call you now.

You wanted to hear his voice, and you had no idea why you were so desperate to hear it once more.

You might be insane or you’re just someone who wants to online date a dude who has a great voice and you ridiculously haven’t seen despite being in the same city.

How weird is that.

Maybe you’re the weird one, but how to justify your weird thoughts with weird thoughts? Now you’re just speaking nonsense and you got no idea how to respond to you saying nonsense.

You were stuck in thought, rambling about nonsense while nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter played.. until the audio had slowly faded and started to ring in a ridiculously loud tune as you grabbed your phone to see M1LES_ calling.

He’s calling.

[dirtytransmasc]

thinking about how Miles's whole vibe when it comes to being spiderman and being a hero is that he does it for his people. he tries his hardest to save others, not just cause they're people with their own lives to lead, but because they're his people. he protects them like they're family.

but the second layer to him, is that anyone and everyone he interacts with on any level, are part of his people. it doesn't matter if he knows them or not, if they're even from his universe or not, because he's so kind and selfless and people-oriented.

he refuses to be lonely, he refuses to be this loner hero no one knows nothing about, that comes in, saves the day and disappears. he doesn't protect people because its his job, but because he wants to on such a deep and meaningful level. it sets him apart from other spider people we see (outside of pav and maybe some of the other teens, we don't see enough for me to judge them completely just yet), what makes him one of the best Spidermen.

saving people isn't a job, its a need for Miles. saving people isn't something he does cause they're innocent and its the right thing to do, its cause they're his people and he values them as not only living beings, but also as people with lives that are strands in the web of his life, and he doesn't want to lost them, even if they're technically a stranger or from a different universe.

life is something Miles can't put a price or stake on, he will always try to save everyone, because life is never a factor in a "greater good" situation. he won't pick who lives and dies, because that's not a decision he will make, be able to make, nor one he should be able to make.

Miles doesn't have a god complex; he just sees himself as a kid who was given the ability to help people (he gets a little cocky sometimes, cause he's a teenage boy, sue him, but deep down he is just so good).

there's just so many layers to why I think he is one of the best spidermen out there and I can't stop thinking about it, but I also can't get the words out of my brain right, please, someone indulge me, discourse (? that word always feels negative, but I'm blanking on the actual word I'm looking for) on this with me so I can finally get this shit out of my skull.

[local-strange]

Just casually summoning different fandoms to my blog. This is as caught up as I can be for now, I don’t have any access to India ink at the moment but I will try!

Day 11: Wander

[the-cooler-vigilante]

I've been thinking about Ben Reilly's portrayal in Across the Spiderverse again, and the more I think about it and try to make sense of it the more I find him to be a product of the knowledge of canon events "absolving" those they effect from responsibility. Now I'll admit there's not alot going on for this theory, it's built off a headcanon or two and I've only really thought about this for like half an hour but who cares anyway. So my headcanon is that not everybody knows about canon events, cause that shit would fuck up a lot of people, I think Miguel only told those that he could trust with it, and that's why only so many Spider-people show up at the intervention with Miles and the rest have to be told to go after him without knowing why. I'm pretty sure Miguel prefers to work with Ben when he's out in the field, choosing both him and Jessica Drew when he stressed out and trying to deal with something that could be a huge multiversal threat, and we know that Ben is aware of the existence of canon events. Which he doesn't seem to be handling very well. Ben has had a pretty tortured existence in the mainline comics, and as far as we know, this variant of him isn't very different. He's suffered abuse at the hands of the Jackal screwing with his mind and giving him one of the worst cases of imposter syndrome known to man, he's had to rebuild his life from the ground up and god knows what else.

So I think that with the knowledge of that all of this stuff and worse was going to happen to him, which might even include his own death at some point in the future, I think he regressed into that sadboy edgelord personal we see him take on throughout the movie. What's the point of it all if he's going to die in a canon event soon?

I really hope we get to see more of him in BTSV, and maybe see him without the "mask" on and acting alot more like the selfless dude we know and love.

[they-callme-ami]

I dunno maybe it's cause I'm black but Gwen and Peter B betraying Miles despite being his friends and doing it for the "Greater Good", but Hobie + Margo just meeting him were down with him 100% is so f'in true to life.

Miguel: Canon events have to happen. You're an anomaly Miles. Your dad has to die. You're a mistake.

Peter B and Gwen: sorry buddy™️ but Miguel is 100% right and we won't question him until he fucks us over.

Miles, Hobbie, and Margo:

[nkp1981]

Art: JustRalphyyy

Source: https://shorturl.at/eoHPW

[tokruta]

I’m starting to hc Miguel as Miguel Rivera (from Coco)’s great grandson.

It’s mostly because I’ve been doing my family tree for a good while now, so most of my free time is occupied with tracking down Mexican ancestors, looking for resources to better understand the different settings they lived in, reading old Spanish handwritten records, etc. So, with genealogy on the brain, and seeing some names repeated down family lines…I think having Miguel O’Hara be descended from Miguel Rivera would be a neat lil idea.

Like, imagine little Conchata growing up in Mexico with a famous musician grandfather who loves her and dotes on her and her cousins. Yes, he’s a famous musician, but he’s a family man first and is always ready to pass down stories from his life and his loved ones, dead and living. She loves her grandfather so much she decided to name her firstborn son after him.

She wasn’t always the best mom, especially to Miguel, but she passed down those stories and traditions, including singing and a love for music. And Miguel grows up loving to sing, and being good at it but keeping it to himself and Gabriel because George hated to hear it.

Gabriel, on top of being a good artist, is a pretty damn good guitar player and also has a great voice. He mostly keeps it on the down low, though, even in adulthood.

Miguel didn’t pick up any instruments, but he sometimes wishes he picked up the violin before he became Spider-Man. Instead, he let Gabriela pick out an instrument she wanted to play, and if she happened to pick the violin, the onions that manifested were a complete coincidence.

Plus, it’s literally canon that Miguel goes to Mexico to celebrate Día de Los Muertos and that his suit in the comics was one he wore to the festivals. I think it’s better for that to be a thing he does bc the holiday is a big deal in his family rather than bc it’s an excuse to party or whatever.

His mother had an ofrenda and so does he.

Miguel Rivera is still alive (he was born in like 2005, he could totally still be alive in the 2090s and 2100s, so he is in my hc ☺️) so Miguel visits him in Mexico, too. Miguel is shy about singing in front of anybody, but his bisabuelo is able to bring him out of his shell, especially by singing his old songs that Miguel grew up listening to.

The more I think about it, the more attached I become to this hc.

Now I want to write a fic where Miguel is visiting a dimension in the 2020s (616B, 1610B, etc) and he happens to see that a young Mexican musician is starting to trend, and it’s his bisabuelo Miguel as a young man 🥹 so he buys tickets and flies to Mexico 🥹 to watch him live 🥹 and yes he knows this isn’t his bisabuelo but he is as close as he can get to a young Miguel Rivera at the start of his long and successful career and it just hits him in the soul 🥹

And if Miguel Rivera happens to notice a 6’9” giant at his show, who looks strangely familiar, watching him perform like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen… who’s to say.

[internal-soundtrack]

I just think it's the best thing ever actually

[limeflavoredlobotomizer]

How bad must it feel to be Disney, desperately trying (and failing) to make 1 good Spider-Man movie over and over again, only to be upstaged by pure artistic brilliance coming out of the studio that made the EMOJI MOVIE and the director that was responsible for VOLTRON LEGENDARY DEFENDER?

[ant-man98]

Alright, halfway through the year so here’s my top 5 movies of 2023 so far. Let’s see how much this changes by the end of the year (highly doubt anything will eclipse pure euphoria of seeing John Wick 4 for the first time though)

[halfdeadhalfpaniced]

I went to see across the spider verse with two people and right when it finished we me and person A learn person B did such a good job avoiding spoilers he didn’t even know it was a part one. Like that’s really impressive and also kinda sad for B (he realized somewhere during the last 25 minutes).

[spidercrusadersworld]

what's this? part six?

maya's pov

I threw the vile on the ground in anger, and punched the concrete floor with my fist as I tried to contain the tears of frustration in my eyes. I am exhausted, peter is dying, and the only cure, might not even work.

I could hear guards from the floor beneath me climb the stairs, and I realize that I have to go now. the one problem is there's no way I'm making it out of here with Peter's unconscious body in my arms. even if I did, the sun is coming out and I'd be in broad daylight. I really didn't want to use my watch, but I'd rather leave here with a couple of confused guards, then not leave here at all.

I quickly gather a large wad of my webbing, grab peter, throw the webbing to the ground, turning it into a colourful, glittery smoke bomb. it takes a lot out of me as my vision blurs and my head spins, I manage the hit the right buttons to summon a portal home, and stager to the blurry orange light as the room spins around me. by the time the guards arrive, and the dust clears, I'm gone.

I get thrown out of the portal, holding onto peter desperately, as if my life depended on it. I am meet with the hard wooden flooring of the apartment, and the sound of footsteps running in my direction.

I look up to find the image of Mj with a bat coming in and out of focus.

"WHOS THE-" she freezes as she absentmindedly lets the bat drop to the floor. her already red-from-crying eyes start to tear up as she sees her husbands unconscious body.

"PETER!" she cried, dropping to the ground to see him. "is-is he okay? he-he was screaming and then the broadcast was cut off- and I-I-I didn't know if he was okay, o-or if he had been killed or-"

"hes okay." I said observing as the blackness was retreating in his veins "but the cure, its... experimental.. it seems to be working for now, but I can't say for sure what effects might come up in the future.." the thought of peter not being okay in the end, after all of this, makes me start to cry. "I-I'm sorry Mj, I should have done more, or-or been faster or-"

"No. there is no way you are going to blame yourself for this, you saved him, without you he would have surely died and-and that ass hole would have gotten exactly what he wanted!" she said firmly.

I force myself to stand up from the floor "I'll look over him for you, I'll-" my vision goes blurry again and my legs give out and Mj catches me and lowers me to the ground.

"hey, hey, hey easy now, that's enough of that." she cups my face and wipes my tears with her thumb. "You have been so strong and so brave during all of this, and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for us. let me handle the rest. you look exhausted. it's okay. you can rest now, it's over."

I start fully crying now, and let all the fear and exhaustion i've been keeping in rush out all at once. and she pulls me into a hug. "shhh, shhh, It's okay, I'm here, he's here, we're all okay."

she helps me go off to bed to recover, and I ask her to leave my door open.

she tucks me in as if I was a child, but I'm okay with it, as I for once in my life want to feel how it is to lie down and let all the walls around me fall down and feel loved and safe and protected. a feeling I haven't felt in years of living alone and feeling responsible for everyone else as my role as a hero. I let my eyes close, and it could just be the exhaustion but I could have sworn I felt someone place a gentle kiss on my forehead. I smile gently, and as I drift to sleep i feel safe in knowing...

It's over.

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