#spidersona out of nowhere

[its-minart]

SPIDERSONA

[oharababe]

CONCEPT 01 －meeting miguel's variant of earth 2401

variant! miguel o'hara x reader mature rating. wc: 434

It happened so fast. One moment, you’re fighting off an anomaly in your assigned universe for a mission. And the next, you’re thrown across the fabric of time into a different world again.

Your back hits the bricked wall and you fall onto the ground with a thud. It hurts and you groan but still have the energy to get up and fight. Your body aches and your head is spinning, but you have a job to do. To protect the multiverse.

That is, until you hear the anomaly that you’re fighting, let out a cry of pain. You merely stand up on your two feet when you feel your spidey senses tingle. It’s not from danger but something else entirely. When you run towards the noise source where you think your enemy is, you find the anomaly tied in webs and hanging in the middle of the warehouse. 

The anomaly is tied in a spider’s webs and it makes sense of your intuition earlier. There’s another spider-hero variant other than you in this universe. 

“You need to be careful in the future if your enemy discovers that you can travel through time-space easily.” A voice says. “It would cause more problems in the future, no?” 

“I– thank you,” you say breathily. “He came out of nowhere. I didn’t mean for the anomaly to escape.” 

“It’s not a problem. Mistakes happened.” The man says. The moment he turns around to face you—to reveal himself—your eyes widen in disbelief. Other than the fact that you’re gawking because of his shirtless state, this man in front of you looks familiar. But it’s not the man you know. 

The full body muscular, eight-pack abs and huge biceps. The tattoos on his body; one on his left arm, right shoulder and the side back of his neck. A full Spider tattoo on the left, a covered shoulder tattoo on the right, and a large cross on his neck. He still has the same dark brown hair, but it’s a little messy and you spot a silver streak on the front. There’s a slit on his left brow, giving him that devilish look, with two silver hoop earrings.  

The red eyes of the man staring at you are exactly the same eyes of a man you know. But he’s not completely the man you know. And you didn’t think you find a version of him from this universe. “Miguel?” 

“You know me? Well, that makes it easier for me to skip the introductions then,” he smirks. “I am this dimension’s Spider-Man. What are you doing here, nena?” 

this miguel variant is from peachy's drawing of her miguel spidersona (definitely one of the artists that i admire a lot). miguel is no longer a want, it's a need. i plan to write more miguel from earth-2401 (ahem, a threesome with atsv miguel and you)

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[fearyandear]

Where You Stand [Monster! Spidersona Reader x Miguel O'hara]

(Can be read as Romantic or Platonic. Is set as Miguel is still figuring things out, before there were so many spiderpeople he'd bring in)

*Sona's comic book slams down*

So, let's go through this again.

My name is [Insert].

I lived a pretty standard life. 

*Pictures of Sona as a kid, smiling, and slowly stopping as more photos stack of them doing different stuff through the years*

I was bitten by a pretty gnarly spider...

And, I started changing into something…

*grotesque changing sequence in an alley*

Unrecognizable? 

*stumbles through the streets, bumping into someone and spooking them*

Monstrous? 

*Sona looks at themself for the first time through a reflection on a shop's glass, onlookers inside staring at them*

I was so scared, 

*Sona is having a breakdown as they run to their apartment*

I didn't know what I was! I had to hide it,

*Sona locks themself inside their room*

To lock myself away…

*Blanket burrito as parents bang on door, speed up through days of staying locked. Stops and shows MC staring wistfully out the window. It's raining, and dark*

But then…

*lightning flashes, and suddenly there's a figure crouched in the sill*

Someone paid me a visit.

Sona, tingling spidersense going off: "Woah… you're… like me…?"

Miguel, disgusted, looking around the room: "Don’t-Don't ever say that again. Get up."

He was a serious grump that came out of nowhere. And it was like.. 

He was trying to assess me. 

Miguel: 'What are you doing?' 

Sona: 'I liked your cape!'

Miguel: 'You look ridiculous.'

Sona: 'I'm literally copying you!'

It was tough…

*montage of getting beat to the ground multiple times*

But I got to learn a lot of stuff. 

Like that I was part *Spider* of all things!

Sona: 'Woah… I thought I was Mothman'

Miguel: 'What the hell is a Mothman?'

How to change forms at will, how to 'fight' crime, how to shoot my own webs, how to FIGHT THE URGE TO BITE PEOPLE,

*Miguel holding snarling sona back like a dog against webbed up, concerned looking robbers*

Those few days that didn't last long at all. 

*Sona reaches out to try to hold his hand*

I didn't want him to leave, but. 

*He snatches it away. He holds his hand, looks at them, then turns around*

He had a team to take care of. One that I just... couldn't join.

*Portal closes. Sona is alone.*

I admit, that I was angry at first. 

*Sad and lonely Sona shots*

Maybe a little depressed. But. After a while, it was fine.

I got to make my own group.

*Sona saves people*

I helped people.

*Sona takes webbed mutated villain away from the scene*

People like me. 

*Sona takes a bag off the mutant and shows they're in a cheery-looking pit in the sewers with balloons, cake, and 'Rehab for Rehashes' is on a banner in the wall.*

People that were considered 'Other', and were outcasted. 

*Mutant looks around, incredulous*

The people that I should've been fighting.

*cuts to a 'support group' meeting for the people Sona helped, the same mutant talking animatedly*

Heh. I was getting pretty good at 'stopping crime'. In my own way. 

But then...

Civilian 1: 'It's Spiderman!'

Civilian 2: ''We're saved!'

*He* came.

*A more classic-looking spiderman kicks the Mutant across a street*

Another. Spiderperson. 

*Closeup of his get up, as he lifts the mutant up to deliver another punch. Montage of his 'good deeds' plays*

More normal looking, more 'morally aligned.' Accepted and adored like a poster child. 

And I was enemy number one for him. 

*posters of Sona everywhere*

His *nemesis.* 

*video if a fight between Sona and Spiderman plays on a big screen*

He made it his mission to stop me at any cost.

As if *I* was the fraud. 

He took my friends. 

*Sona in the now empty, sad Rehab*

He cornered me to my home... 

*'Civilian' Sona sees cops parked all over where they live*

My family....

*Parents are talking with the police outside as Sona sneaks to listen*

Parent : This explains so much… I just… Where did we go wrong?

....

*Shots of being in the street*

I had to run. 

But anywhere I went, he'd find me. 

*more fighting between the two, more intense*

I couldn't do anything back, I could barely even survive.

*Sona is losing*

It was all over for me. 

*Sona hit to the ground, is closing their eyes* 

I had accepted that this was it.

Except...

*Sounds of Spiderman being hit, Sona opens their eyes and sees a portal glow. Perspective shifts as they're picked up. Miguel is talking to someone else on his comm*

Miguel: 'I told you there couldn't be two spidermen.'

He came back.

*Future shot of a bandaged, sad Sona*

I almost died because I didn't belong in my own universe. 

*touches where the spiderbite was*

Because the spider that bit me… 

*a memory of Sona being shown that dimension, full of monster creatures*

Came from somewhere else. 

I really was the fraud, in the end...

But,

*a hand touches Sona's shoulder*

I was lucky. 

*Sona looks up at Miguel*

Miguel, softly: 'Come on.'

I guess I scored enough brownie points because the Spider Council took pity on me.

They finally let me join. 

*Sona putting on the portal gizmo. Flashes of the following weeks go by*

It's fine. It's fun. I get to go on tons of missions!

Meet so many new people!

And when everyone has to leave back to their own universes…

I… stay and do a bit of cleaning…

Miguel: I told you to stop messing with that. You're gonna make SpiderByte mad.

Sona, sobbing: BUT IM SO BO-HO-HOOOORED

*Sona looks out the building's window, overlooking Nueva York's skyline at night.*

I don't belong anywhere else. 

*Miguel drops a blanket on their shoulders and hands them a cup of steaming liquid*

This is my home now. 

*Sona scooches on the couch and they start going over plans for another mission, paperwork on the table* 

And I'll do anything to keep it that way.

[winniethewife]

You Can’t Always Save Everybody.

(Miguel O’hara x Spidersona!Scarlette Web)

Holiday Special

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

A/N: A break from the regularly scheduled updates for some holiday angst. Takes place in the same universe but before our story takes place. Image By @joycemelanee1 on twitter

Words: 435

It was the first Christmas after Miguel had died. Valentine had been invited to stay With Peter B. and MJ, they had just recently gotten married (for the second time) but despite their newly rekindled love they were more than willing to take in a stray with nowhere to go for the holidays. After dinner, on Christmas eve, Val wandered over to the window that looked out on the city, it had just started to snow, and she couldn’t help but think about last Christmas.

~

Valentine Looks around the room trying to spot Her husband, they had been invited to this Christmas party By the member of a band that was under the same management company as Miguel’s Band “Scarlet’s Web” the place was packed and the music was loud but that was relatively normal for her, Just as she was about to give up and call Miguel to figure out where he was when her spidey senses started to go off and she turned around to see Miguel sneaking up on her with a grin on his face. She gave him a smirk.

“Nice Try Tiger.” She laughs as he looks at her and snaps is fingers.

“Darn, Chiquita. Your pequeña araña abilities always get in the way of my fun” He says with a laugh. He pulled her in close holding on to her waist. “Well not all of my fun.”  He says flirtatiously.

“Whatever do you mean? I don’t think I’m getting in the way of any fun.” She says sarcastically. He laughs.

“No, No of course not. Mi Esposa es el alma de la fiesta.” He says flirtatiously as he grabs her hips sways against her, causing them both to laugh.

“Mi escandaloso marido, causando conmoción.”

“Hey, who you calling escandaloso? Eh?” He chuckles while leading in to nibble on her ear. “Chiquita, Que linda mi niña” He whispers as he continues to move with her in time to the music, their own private dance in the corner of the party.

“Merry Christmas Tiger.”

“Feliz navidad querida”

“You okay Valentine?” Peter B. asks, She had been standing at the window watching the snow fall for a while.

“Hm? Oh yeah…Just a little a haunted by the ghost of Christmas past.”

“I get that. If you need anything…I’d like to say I’m the ghost of Christmas Present. But really that’s just because my presence is a gift.” He winks at her and she laughs.

“Thanks. I’ll be there soon. I promise.” She says before looking out on the snowy scene of Earth-616B.

Won't you bring back my baby to me?

~

Translation

pequeña araña: Little spider

Mi Esposa es el alma de la fiesta.: My Wife is the life of the party

Mi escandaloso marido, causando conmoción: My scandalous husband, causing a commotion.

Chiquita, Que linda mi niña: Little one, how pretty my girl

Masterlist

Tag: @femmeanonymelives

[punkeropercyjackson]

Got a burst of motivation to make a relathionships ref for my Spidersona???For some reason,out of nowhere????But yeah,take this!

@insomniac-jay @julieemarine @nogender-onlystars @floof-ghostie @honeypotsworld @moonage-gaydream @cottoncandyspikes @desi-pluto @genderfluid-bat

[kobiiioo]

hanpunk relationship development (oc x hobie)

fyi this is me rambling about my spidersona and hobie so if you don’t like oc x canon just scroll 🤗

alrightieeeee so i don’t think i’ve ever explained their relationship that well because it’s technically a ship but it’s not at the same time ?? their relationship is so complex and i love how complicated it is because i have a whole buildup in my head of how their relationship develops through time !

this is actually their first meeting and she wasn't supposed to go on a mission but since gwen had emergency back to her universe, lihan decided to go instead for her because gwen helped her the day of her *COUGH* first canon event. so the situation here is that they had to capture an anomaly and she was supposed to go with hobie but he wasn't at HQ at that moment so she decided to go alone first and when she arrived she was already planning in her head what to do and how to capture the anomaly anddd

of course.

that lad just pops outta nowhere to knock the sh*t out of the anomaly almost killing it which WASN'T WHAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO DO OF COURSE!? and yeah she just start having a crisis since she's already pissed that he didn't came on time and she was still overwhelmed by the death of her brother, trying to grief over his death and this silly dude manages to push her to the edge.

so yeah, i think you can tell that her first impression of hobie wasn't the best.. and she's legit being sarcastic when she says she's going to quit if miguel puts them together again but she's being so fr at the same time 😭 i just LOVE HOW DIFFERENT THEY ARE AWUAAUWUAU (opposites attract each other 😔)

aaaanyway, after that unfortunately for lihan, hobie just continues to interact with her (he tries).

it’d be like whenever he sees her wandering around HQ, doing wtv just minding her business he’d pop outta nowhere and wave at her or say “hi” as if they’ve known each other 4ever and he literally knows she HATES him and it pisses her off (which is exactly the reason why he’s doing this) and she always freaks out even though she sees it coming and simply ignores him as usual. 😀

but it actually gets worse because at first it was just him saying hi to her for few days but after that, whenever he saw her around he’d stop what he’s doing and immediately rushes to her just to mess with her. there’s one time when he started running towards her and she literally thought he was going to jump on her or literally harass her and she started running away bc she got scared (HC but i swear, i bet that when this man runs, his stomps are so damn loud.) so it was a chasing game in the whole HQ LMFAOOO

he simply finds it funny and enjoys seeing her angry and she's definitely done with him and can’t really do anything about it because he’s not specifically being mean towards her so she can’t really blame him either. but they eventually kind of get used to each other's company since they start to go on missions together more often (even though she warned miguel she’d quit if he does that but we ain’t talking about that ! 🤭)

so yeah, later on, she tries to adapt in the Spider-Society, trying to socialize with other spider people and talk with them but her social anxiety kicks in and she’s like “nope 🫡⁉️” and runs away from them.

now she’s on the HQ’s roof just trying to relax and enjoy her evening alone but ofccc it’s him again, as always he pops outta nowhere (it’s his thing literally).

fun fact about them is that this is only their second time seeing each other without the mask which explains why lihan gets so embarrassed because when they first saw each other’s face without the mask, it was in this exact same spot. (omg coincidence)

ngl, when she first saw him she wasn’t intimidated at all bc she only saw him as a unorganized, irresponsible, disrespectful punk. but she got sooo intimidated after seeing his face like she was acting kind of odd and hobie noticed that but he just plays it off bc he finds it even more funny to see her act like this and he enjoys pretending he’s clueless when he actually sees everything.

anw anw anw thanks for reading this long ass really bad paragraphs of hanpunk this is so silly and so corny and so cringe and embarrassing but let me dream about them a little bit because why not guys ?! don’t we all love oc x canon ? 😰😤

[mokios-poems-and-stars]

hey sillies so i have a spidersona/oc guy (he's also silly dw) his name is cameron callister and i forgot i wrote one of his canon events like a month ago so here :3

Cameron Calister was born on a rainy day with periods of hail. His mother was nearly knocked out from a baseball sized pellet. His father was nowhere to be found. He was an average child, toys and tantrums plaguing most of his younger years. His mom died.

Cameron isn't sure when she died. She was missing for a while. The gravestone simply put the date she was reported missing. He remembers standing over her grave, spider suit under his thick Winter jacket. She never knew. She died before the Cobalt Spider was alive.

He's been swinging(and running) the streets of New York for about a week. The civilians kind of tolerate him, some even let him walk a dog or two. Cobalt, Cameron's alter ego, was a bit more peppy. Smarter and more sharp-tongued, he was the new hero in town.

It was a cold Tuesday evening. There were no storm clouds in sight and everyone was wearing a black puffer. Cobalt was wearing a pair of cargos over his dark blue suit. He had just taken his dose so his webs were in top shape.

He didn't need to use his webs tonight. There wasn't enough criminals for Cobalt to break a sweat over. So, somehow, he was stuck on dog-walking duty. She was a Great Dane named Princess. She smelled of cigarettes and Cheerios.

The webbed vigilante was avoiding the melting patches of snow. More accurately, he was sliding through them while Princess barked angrily. Cobalt giggled before continuing on his walk. He heard a ding from his cargo pockets before he pulled out his phone. His gloves were specially designed to be compatible with touch-screens.

It was his cousin. "hey!!! you busy? i bought fruit roll-ups‼️‼️"

Cobalt, Cameron now since family was involved, bit his lip. He stopped where he was, Princess whining in annoyance. He shifted from the balls of his feet, eyes squinting as he tried to figure out what to reply with.

"can't. lotta stuff to do. sorry, quincy :("

Cameron shook his head with guilt, knowing Quincy never had much free time. He was only ten years old and barely had a life to live. Cameron only got to see him every month or so. He nearly zoned out before Princess started dragging him by her leash.

Cobalt quickly kept walking, ignoring the next ding that came from his phone. And the next. And the next. It wasn't like it was on purpose. It was more like he zoned out. For a while. He's not sure how many dings went off before the gunshots did as well.

Gunshots. One after the other. And then the screeching sound of rubber tires on cracked asphalt. Cameron heard all of this. Two miles away and it felt as if he was right at the scene.

And eventually he was. Not in that stupid spider suit anymore. He was wearing a torn up tang top and his cargo pants. He pushed through the bitter wind chill to get to his bleeding cousin. There were multiple shots fired. And it seems like they didn't miss a single one.

His skin was cold and pale. His lips were tinted blue and his shirt was stained red. There was no pulse. Obviously. But Cameron kept checking. He nearly dug his two fingers into Quincy's neck before he finally gave up.

He fell to his knees, melted snow seeping through his cheap pants. He thinks there were tears rolling down his face. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything. Except for the fact that his cousin was completely dead. There was no chance or miracle to save him.

No Cobalt or God could save this boy. And Cameron knew.

He failed to save the one person who knew who he was inside. The only who gave two fucks about him.

Two miles. 10,560 feet. 126,720 inches.

That was all it took. Cameron was always told life is short. But never for Quincy.

He was supposed to grow old. See his hair gray and feel his joints weaken.

Not like this. Not like this. Not like this.

It can't be like this.

hope ygs enjoyed that?? idk man but i'll probably write more of him soon

(also here's an amazing drawing of cammy my great friend multi-purpose-paperclip made go give them some love please)

[gayshitanddadjokes]

After seeing so many spidersonas I decided to make my own and damn I wish I could draw.

Their name is Night Weaver, a completely nocturnal superhero in a suit like Venom where it just comes out of nowhere. They can't turn invisible like Miles but they're completely silent and have black webs, so they work stealthily. They aren't a smartass because they literally never speak. They don't communicate with anyone. If they catch someone/something they better hope that they're found in the morning. They fight crime but no one is really sure who did which crime, so it's a little confusing.

And then there's Milo Dean (aka Milo D.). They're a huge superhero nerd and obsessed with finding out who Night Weaver is. It would be a lot easier if they were able to sneak out at night and watch them, but Milo sleeps like the dead and gets sick when they don't get enough sleep.

If you put two and two together it's pretty easy to realize that Milo is Night Weaver. It isn't even an alternate personality that takes over when they're asleep it's just kind of instinct. Once they realize that they're Night Weaver they end up controlling themself kinda like a mech? (anyone who has experienced a disassociative episode knows what i mean) but they do end up being able to fight crime during the day so that's a plus.

[actuallynobutwhynot]

More spidersona to tide her 3 fans over until i get a Big Piece done and here's the first post for reference

The proper way to write her name is Sædra Saraç, pronounced say-dra sah-rash. I just came up with this name out of nowhere a long time ago it has no meaning it's just. fun

-Baby Sae was a scrawny screemplet

-She is very much not good at leaps of faith, only really figured out how to do any spiderability stuff through fear-induced adrenaline.

-She can throw webs from all 4 limbs but prefers her right front paw

-The animals of her universe all have somewhat opposable hands. It's ofc less so with things like hooved animals but there are accommodations

-She still has the spider that bit her in a glass terrarium. Has no idea what species it is but despite the fact she resents it a bit for giving her her powers she still keeps it alive and well.

-Was obsessed with cats in elem school. Drew this particular design a million times.

-If you're wondering why Sæ's parents didn't freak out about her nose suddenly disappearing and being replaced by weird pits in her face, it's because she lost them both before she was bit. She's 16, considered a ward of the state until she turns 21, and is allowed to keep living in her parents' flat.

-Sæ's a bit of a recluse these days, both at school and at home. Her dad died in the line of duty as a police chief before she was born, but her mom? It had only been about half a year after her mom's death from a break-in when Sæ gained her spider powers. Kid's having a rough time. When she meets the spider society, it'll probably help lift her spirits to know there's people out there who get it.

[dalkyeom]

Wip since I finally watched spiderverse and decided to make a spidersona out of my persona oc

Dream themed so I can have an excuse to why she can manifest webs out of nowhere

[the-flower-herald]

OKAY I GOT MORE DETAILS WORKED OUT ON MY SPIDERSONA. I have yet to draw him because I suck at it and I'm scared lmao

Jack nn. Bug AKA Jumping Jack

22, 7/17 (cancer)

5'6"/168cm

Transmasc

Autistic/ADHD/BPD

Very kind, will die OR kill for you after 5 minutes of knowing you. Always wants to help, but VERY volatile and one of the few spiderpeople who'll legit kill.

Bit by radioactive jumping spider- the peacock ones with all the colors (it's set up for the sick suit, leave me alone)

Suit: Iridescent blue-green, more blue at the top, green to feet. Chrome web pattern, iridescent red/purple spider emblem on chest and back that spreads across, joining in the webbing details of the suit. Has the typical spider eyeplates but the lower half is a skull, the teeth, jaw, etc. Has hints of yellow striping around his joints.

Powers: Advanced strength, gravity altering, telekinesis, phasing through objects, makes his own webs, spidey sense (duh), climbs walls, ceilings, etc., heightened hearing and reflexes.

The skull motif is brought on by his backstory- he was bitten while he was dying, so he's stuck in this Danny Phantom/The Crow limbo of being a superhuman half dead guy. He can float somewhat and has very mild telekinetic powers- can move small objects, etc. The more he tries the larger the object, but the bigger the toll it takes. He can also phase through things like doors and windows, thin walls. Too thick though and he rams straight into it.

Not sure if he's aging or not, since he can't see himself but he doesn't feel like it, or at the very least it's happening incredibly slowly. He "died" in 1997 at 18, and just now in 2023 he's hitting 22-ISH. So he just kind of shrugs his shoulders and moves on.

Downside to this? He's completely invisible. He can make himself be seen for very short spurts of time, but his relaxed, natural state is completely transparent. You can still feel and hear him like a normal person, and he still casts shadows. This includes his hair, anything he eats/puts in his mouth. Does not include clothes! So a lot of people just see a pair of pants walking around by themselves.

VISIBLE: Stocky framed, muscular but still a little squishy- like the jumping spider he's small and compact but still capable and a force to be reckoned with! Light brown hair, green eyes, frecks for days, and a gap in his front teeth. Has an unintentionally bad/trendy choppy haircut just because he can't see his hair, he just cuts when it FEELS long.

Along those lines, he has similar ghosty/vampiric workings- can't be seen in photographs, mirrors, reflections overall. His body is markedly cooler than that of a normal living person and he no longer has a heartbeat. Because of that he prefers cooler temps and is sensitive to the heat. He still eats and drinks normal things ofc.

Jack's style is very second-hand grunge but light. Think Kurt Cobain meets cottagecore. He likes his flannels and ripped jeans and cropped shirts but also his blouses and mom jeans and whatever else he can buy for $5 that feels good. Has a few ear piercings and stretched lobes, his labret is also pierced! Nowhere near as plentiful and cool as Hobie, but he's working on it!

LOVES music. All kinds. Everything from Cher to Bowie to Elton John, The Clash, Bell Biv DeVoe, Beastie Boys. Then he really likes his heavy edgy modern music- BadFlower, Bad Omens, Sleep Token. Also Tally Hall/Miracle Musical, Amanda Palmer, Will Wood, all kinds. More often than not people will see a pair of floating headphones just jamming out.

Gets away with going out in public and a WFH tech job with sclera contacts, water proof makeup, sunglasses, a wig, face masks and gloves. If people ask, Jack tells them he has an "all encompassing skin dandruff/dust allergy and severe asthma." Usually people feel so bad- or don't want the details- for asking and they leave him alone.

Absolutely has a big, fat, hair twirling, feet kicking crush on Johnathon Ohnn AKA The Spot AKA The Bad Guy

[cicadidae-tm9899]

My brain is HUGE RN

Spidersona based on a spider nebula, with colors from the redback spider, and costume elements from jesters and stuff. Hero name is Pulsar bc of the nebula, jester stuff bc I'm gay, and colors from the redback bc that's one of the types of spider nebulas!!!

And and and on the front of the suit there's a simplified silhouette of a redback spider, and then on the back there's a larger/more detailed one, with the much smaller silhouette of a male redback!! It's too late for me to design this rn, but I'm going on a roadtrip tomorrow so I'm gonna try to flesh it out more then.

Original SUPER messy sketches in a journal, pre-jester idea. I'm thinking big jester hat (sun silhouette??) And a small frilly collar (small for range of movement/comfort). Maybe a little cropped jacket with big sleeves, a little hip frill, and silly shoes. I think the mask is gonna be the hardest part to design, because I'm not sure how much coverage i want it to have, if i want it to be open at all, or if i should just want to keep it simple and let the rest of the outfit speak for itself.

Ok now that I'm thinking ab the mask, i think i want the nose down to be uncovered to allow for maximum big goofy smiling. Like, imagine you're a petty criminal, and you hear jingling out of nowhere and some fuckin clown drops down in front of you with a full on joker grin??? UGH my brain is so big. I hope my subconscious will cooperate and give me a spider dream. Or at least a dream i can remember

[porcelain-clown]

The Kraven Problem

Penelope Parquette, aka the Araignée du Cirque, [the circus spider] is sent on a mission to retrieve a Kraven anomaly with Miguel O'Hara, her close friend and confidant. But when the anomaly bears a striking resemblance to the same Kraven who destroyed her old life, Penelope is thrown for a loop. A loop that is made worse when Kraven starts trying to flirt with her.

also on ao3! user nyxtryx 🫶🏻

trigger warning for death, fire animals dying, etc. this is super evil backstory for my spidersona.. have fun!

i'll update as i write, no promises lmaO

“A Kraven anomaly? Vous plaisantez j'espère?” [are you kidding me?] Penelope exclaimed as she thwipped alongside Miguel, shooting him an exasperated look. 

“Relax. Should be a pretty quick in-and-out.” Miguel grumbled, dismissively waving his hand before the pair settled behind a pile of rubble in Central Park, watching carefully as the Kraven anomaly rambled to nobody in particular about the state of the world with a thick transatlantic accent. He pulled a small, toothed comb out from seemingly nowhere, slicking back his Danny Zuko-esque hair with a flourish. 

“LYLA, what do we need to know?” Miguel spoke quietly, as to not disturb the prowling, large man. LYLA, chipper as ever, popped up, her glitching yellow screens displaying scrolling data about this Kraven. 

“Shouldn’t be any trouble, guys. He’s not even a successful villain in his own universe. Just web him up and toss him through a portal!” LYLA chirped, pushing her pink sunglasses up her nose with one hand as she used the other to swipe past multiple displays of video footage, showing Kraven sitting in the back of many, many cop cars. LYLA vanished, leaving Penelope and Miguel, crouched behind the rubble, to analyze and attack together. 

“You alright, clownie?” Miguel tilted his head, flicking at Penelope’s shoulder affectionately. She bristled slightly at the nickname, but seemed distracted, her overpainted clown makeup doing nothing to hide the anxiety in her eyes as she kept them trained on Kraven, refusing to look away. 

“Ce bâtard… looks just like him…” [that bastard] Penelope muttered under her breath. Miguel nodded slowly, realizing. 

[earth-0254. paris, france. many, many years ago.] 

“Ma précieuse araignée, nous devons partir! Les… animaux sont arrivés.” [my precious spider, we must go. the animals have arrived.] Guinevere, her long blonde hair, typically woven into the tightest, most perfect ballerina bun, now loose around her shoulders, falling across Penelope’s face as she sat up groggily in her sleeping quarters. The scent of smoke quickly filled her nose. She turned to the dreaded sight of the far lip of her tent curling into orange flame. 

“Guinevere? Est-ce que les chevaux sont en sécurité ? Où est Monsieur Jamesion?” [guinevere? are the horses safe? where is mr. jamesion?] Penelope blinked rapidly, her movements becoming increasingly frantic as she threw herself up and out of her nightclothes. 

“Je dois vérifier les chevaux. Monsieur Jamieson est avec le reste de notre troupe. Il n'y a que vous et moi qui sommes partis rassembler les animaux.” [i have to check on the horses. mr. jamieson is with the rest of our troupe. it's just you and me who are left to round up the animals.] Guinevere spoke, her crisp blue eyes darting around frantically. The tail end of her sentence was muffled, as the pair covered their mouths with the sleeves of their dresses to combat the growing plumes of smoke. 

As Penelope and Guinevere darted out from beneath their tent, they caught a glimpse of their attackers. There were 6 men, all but one wearing various taxidermied animals as masks. They were tall and menacing, each one covered in various furs, holding torches and laughing at the way the red and white striped fabric curled and went up in flames. The unmasked one turned, his eyes cutting into Penelope’s soul as he held eye contact with her for a searingly painful moment, which was ended by Guinevere sharply pulling Penelope’s arm. 

“Bouge-le, ma précieuse araignée. Nous n'avons pas longtemps.” [move it, my precious spider. we don't have long.] The intensity of Guinevere’s gaze caught Penelope off guard. She nodded, quickly trotting along. She almost swore she saw Guinevere dart a dirty look back to the sight of the men burning their tent, the unmasked man keeping his eyes on the two until they vanished from his sight. 

When Penelope and Guinevere approached the animal tent, they were too late. The left side of the tent was collapsing in on itself, thick plumes of black smoke and fireworks of angry red sparks rising as the fabric folded and wilted. Guinevere, who danced ballet on the backs of the horses, let out a strange, anguished cry. She threw herself towards the burning tent, opening a flap before Penelope could stop her. The pain-filled wails of the animals bled out from behind the tent flap, as did the horrific smell of them burning. Penelope gagged, the sight overwhelmingly grotesque. She threw her arms out, ripping Guinevere away from the tent, the flap settling back into place.

“Vous ne pouvez pas les sauvegarder. Il faut rejoindre les autres, c'est bien trop tard pour les animaux!” [you cannot save them. we have to join the others, it's far too late for the animals!] Penelope screamed over the howls of the burning animals, fighting to pull Guinevere back from the tent, desperately grabbing at her arms. Guinevere fought back, ripping herself out of Penelope’s grasp so sharply that the two tumbled onto the grass. Guinevere was faster, throwing herself up from where she lay, tangled with Penelope. 

Before Penelope could blink, Guinevere was gone, vanished behind the flap of the smoking, collapsing tent. Penelope’s heart lurched, a twisting feeling getting more intense in her stomach. She let out a strangled scream, tripping over her own feet as she stumbled beneath the tent flap.

The smell of smoke was suffocating, filling Penelope’s eyes with hot tears as she attempted to filter the smoke with her sleeve again, to no avail. She spotted Guinevere in the distance, untying one of her horses from his post, tears streaming down her face as she tried desperately to calm the braying, kicking animal down. 

“Guinevere!” Penelope cried out, her voice getting whipped away by the sounds the animals were making, the smoke filling her throat even faster. She choked for a moment before her spider senses activated and she turned quickly, dodging a blow from the unmasked man who had tried to sneak up behind her. 

Penelope dodged another blow. She gasped for air as she thwipped away from him, unable to tear her eyes away from his daunting figure, the smoke making any intense movement unbearably difficult. 

“Que veux-tu?” [what do you want?] Penelope cried out to the man. He grinned, showing off sharpened teeth. More animal than man, a predator. Penelope thought. 

“Je suis Kraven, le chasseur. vous connaissez ma troupe... les Chasseurs Voyageurs. mon maître de piste bien-aimé nous a demandé d'éliminer votre pathétique petite troupe. Moins il y a de concurrence sur le marché, mieux c'est.” [i am kraven, the hunter. you know my troop... the traveling huntsmen. my beloved ringmaster has asked us to eliminate your pathetic little troop. the less competition there is in the market, the better.] He shrugged at his last few statements, a smug movement that flared Penelope’s anger. With a cry, she threw herself towards him, landing a small barrage of punches, bruising his face only slightly before he quickly overpowered her, throwing her to the ground with one arm. She glowered up at him, his smug face smirking down as she rolled to desperately get away from the assault of harsh kicks and stomps he began aiming at her head. 

From her position on the ground, Penelope twisted her neck to see Gunievere, finally able to get her horse to calm down enough to untie, narrowly avoiding a flaming piece of tarp that came crashing down in front of the horse’s legs. Penelope screamed her name out again, her voice dying at the end of her throat from the smoke. Quickly, she jumped up, fighting Kraven with a refreshed purpose. She finally managed to get him on the ground, immobilizing him with her webs. 

But she was too late. Guinevere whirled in circles, searching for a way out, completely overwhelmed by the heat, the smoke, and the sound of her beloved animals screaming in excruciating pain. In her distracted, distressed state, her shoulder harshly caught a load-bearing wooden beam. Penelope ran over, seemingly in slow motion, as she watched the flaming beam splinter and collapse, a burst of red sparks and woodchips flurrying as the beam split, the flames growing larger as the beam sliced down onto Guinevere’s head. She collapsed with a shriek, the untied horse spooking and galloping off into the night. 

Penelope fell back, the flames from the beam catching quickly to the grass, spreading rapidly towards her. She turned, dashing out of the tent, too shocked to cry. Flashes of the pale blue crinoline that made up Gunievere’s tutu swirled in Penelope’s mind, her perfect posture as she grinned a row of pearls and turned on one extended, strong leg while a large horse galloped beneath her now a thing of the past, faded away and burned. 

[squicksquak]

spidermod spidersona where they have normal spider powers but also hit you with a catalogue of the sims CC or bring cheats out of nowhere

or materializeze stuff through the power of game mods cheats and cc

imagine you're mid fighting a spiderman and they just go "shift> right click, destroy object"

and just fucking obliterate you

[sapphireskies15]

Spidersona’s Sketchbook Starting Pages

A little sneak peek into Gabriel’s mind, his interest, what he draws, and just his overall artstyle.

I had recently got a new sketchbook that I will soon be customizing overtime to fit my spidersona, how I envision his sketchbooks to look, despite that he is actually supposed to be me and my art looks nowhere near this aesthetically pleasing. So this could be like… I don’t know, a possible learning experience.

Naturally my usual sketchbook’s never come out looking this nice, most pages are full of messy sketches that honestly make no sense or have any thought behind them, mostly unfinished drawings, some only have one tiny drawing on it. It’s pure chaos really.

Ah, I’m totally rambling though! Let’s back on topic.

Gabriel’s drawings are often of people, animals, or sometimes and very rarely, structures. His style varies from cartoonish to semi-realism. His art has sketchy look to it, even when inking the lines are messy, kind of like the initial sketch.

He rarely uses color, but when he does they’re also pretty messy, sometimes falling outside the lines and looking as if he were in a hurry.

Sticky notes are often used to either fix a part that was messed up on or to give an… abstract look? I think that’s a way to describe it.

That’s really, I don’t have much else to say.

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* The blue tape at the top with with date has been undecided for now since I have yet to start the actual sketchbook itself so for now it will be left blank until I officially start.

[firebird-inkheart]

2, 5, 9 and 16 with your spidersona?? i want to know everything about them <3

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

About a few months prior to Gwen's arrival. They followed the team of Spiders' back to HQ after dealing with an anomaly popping up in their world— The team wasn't explicitly told not to bring another Spider back with them so no one thought to object when they just stepped into the portal without invitation.

Miguel: Put them back.

Evrin: "pUt ThEm BaCk." God you sound like a dad that doesn't want the cat his kid brought home. Newsflash! I'm a delight and you can't get rid of me. I'm your problem now. So you know, like, nya sucker.

Miguel:

5. does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

- Necrotic Venom

- Night Vision

- Excels at long distance running

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

They get along great with all the kids, but these two are the ones they vibe with most:

Hobie. They just vibe well. Causes Miguel so many headaches, but they're effective when teamed up so he can't just say *no* lol

Noir is also fun to hang around. He says some of the most wack things (which they understand is a product of the era he lives in) and they just go, "Yeah, sure, I'll incorporate that into my vocabulary now." These two like to go find places to sit and color watch— wherein Ev will point out a color and Noir tries to guess it. Very chill.

(As a general, y'all are welcome to slide your inserts up next to Evrin and go "You're my friend now!" and go ham lol)

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

Along with the sketchy line style of their universe, there also seems to be this washed out filter overlaying everything. It sets a nostalgic tone that curiously causes people to relax and almost forgets that Evrin is there. As a result they have unintentionally scared quite a few people who think they just popped up out of nowhere even though they've been there the entire time.