Yesterday I Watched Spider-Man:Across The Multiverse (10/10). It Was Perfecto, Beautiful, Mwuah

oh dang who’s that

A note on Miguel bc I feel like some people are overlooking this

Miguel is stricken by grief.

That doesn’t justify his actions. But it adds depth to his character, and explains why he was so ready to fight miles.

Miguel lost EVERYTHING that was important to him. She didn’t get any screen time, but he lost his wife. She was the love of his life, his estrella, his vida, his everything. And then he lost his daughter. Imagine loosing two of the most important people in your whole life in the same way at the exact same time

You can’t. Because it is mentally incomprehensible for your brain to do so!! We aren’t equipped (as humans) to experience the amount of grief we have to. Our bodies can literally shut down due to grief. And he experienced that not once but twice.

And to add even more pain, he is Spider-Man!!! He was supposed to save them!! To be there and save the day. But he couldn’t and didn’t and that’s why he feels so much guilt over their deaths.

so he built a device to literally change dimensions to try to get them back (this isn’t ever explicitly stated but I highly doubt he just stumbled upon a universe where he was happy) This is what makes Miguel a sympathetic character. He lost everything, got it back, but at a cost.

We know in our heart of hearts he didn’t care abt killing the other universe’s version of him. He got back what he lost, no matter who had to die for it. But then. he lost it all again.

And at the cost of an entire universe this time.

billions and billions of everything glitched out and vanished.

(Basing off the theory that Miguel’s device prevents him from glitching yet the glitch of the displaced atoms must go somewhere, therefore they went to like... the universe)

Miguel HAS to believe in canon events and shit. Because if he doesn’t, then all the suffering he went through was just. nothing. it happened for no reason.

And Miguel is (highly implied) to be someone who doesn’t really deal with “there’s no rhyme or reason to death” well. So in this mess of grief over losing the love of his life, his daughter, killing a version of himself, and then loosing them AGAIN at the sacrifice of an entire universe where his daughter is begging in his arms as she dies, his brain creates the idea of canon events. Complete bullshit justifications for all the pain that he had to go through.

They aren’t real. They aren’t based in fact. There is no other example of a universe “dying” due to the disruption of a canon event. Even visually Pav’s universe was being eaten alive by The Spot, slowly being consumed by black (hobie calling it “a metaphor for capitalism”) while Miguel’s was glitching out, pixelated, and spotty.

Miguel is deeply delusional and just a really sad man who is willing to kill to keep his delusion alive. He went violent when the first “threat” to his delusion intervened (miles) and will stop at nothing short of LETTING A CIVILIAN DIE AT THE HANDS OF A SUPERVILLAIN to stay delusional. Miguel is not the villain but simply an antagonist.

So there's this AU I have with a friend (I draw and they write) where Zamasu finds somehow himself in Hell after dying and he meets Z Gogeta. That's it, that's the premise. And I love them (I swear it all started with "they both have halos" LMAO).

→ Turns out their dynamic would be hilarious and it's awesome

So may I present to you: Them.

Need to say that it is specifically Z Gogeta and not the DBS one. Entirely based on headcanons but the AU just works better that way!

(For you)

May you tell us information about your OCs? Frankly I'm new to Star Wars and I like anything related to Kaleesh/Kaleesh Culture :p

Oh of course!

Inann'a kur Kummar

When Grievous was taken by Count Dooku, the role of khagan fell to Bentilais. Bentilais held onto this role until he was taken by Lord Sidious. For almost 20 years, there was no khagan, no izvoshra, and no planetary army of Kalee. The kolkpravis had scattered to the wind, returning to their homes on Kalee or colonizing the nearby planets of Tovarskl, Oben, and Abajji Minor. However, not long after Bentilais died, a new, unnamed female Kaleesh leader was believed to be the reincarnation of the legendary demigod Ronderu lij Kummar. (Fun fact, the unnamed female Kaleesh actually has a basis in the source material, I have simply given her some character).

Inann'a was born in 22 BBY to the kur tribe, a clan of Kaleesh jungle warriors known for fighting like demons. The kur tribe places a lot of emphasis on names and their meanings. They believe your first name represents your future and your path in life. Your tribe name represents your past, where you come from, your people. Your earned title represents your present, who you are, and why. Inann'a means Lovely Warrior, someone both beautiful and dangerous. Kur is one of the Kaleesh afterlives, somewhat comparable to hell. The name kur means "from hell", ie, demons. The tribe takes pride in this name, leaning into Kaleesh demonic imagery. They also have a habit of coating their weapons in the poison of a paralytic jungle flower. The name Kummar is actually Grendajuin in origin, as it was initially used to describe Qymaen jai Sheelal's twin demigod from the ice continent Ronderu lij Kummar. Inann'a loathes her title, as it isn't hers to begin with, and was mostly forced upon her. However, nobody listens to her because, c'mon, that's the reincarnation of the Kummar!

Inann'a's village was massacred by a wandering warlord and his horde, who slaughtered all of the warriors and took the remaining Kaleesh as slaves/concubines. Inann'a, who had suffered an injury hunting was resting and unable to help while the attack occurred. Over time, she learned that most of the horde simply tolerated their tarkhan, and fought for him out of necessity and convenience. Using this, she organized a rebellion, and dragged the tarkhan out of his bed one night and killed him in front of his warriors. The horde summarily dispersed, but Innan'a was left with about 300 or so warriors loyal to her, mostly the slaves, the tarkhan's various wives, and a good number of the horde. Over time, she has amassed a greater army than Kalee has ever seen, and is well on her way to making the Kaleesh a galactic force to be reckoned with.

Gharash'fa

Gharash'fa once had a true Kaleesh name, but it has been lost to the annals of history. Now he is only known as Gharash'fa, aka, Problem Dad.

Born in 55 BBY, he lived in a small fishing village on the coast of the Jenuwaa Sea. His village would often trade with a much larger livestock village upriver. Every year at the New Year's Festival, the two villages would merge into one to throw a huge celebration. It was at one of them that he met a girl. She was of a richer family than he, and was set to become the matriarch of her tribe when the time came. He, on the other hand, ran wild as a fisherman's son. (A bit of context: I headcanon that Kalee's ocean is way more biodiverse and alive than the land, and tends to be quite dangerous for the water-averse Kaleesh. Fishermen and sailors of all types are regarded as a fair bit crazy because they purposefully go out on the Great Blue Death). They were almost polar opposites, but they complimented each other perfectly. She taught him a bit more restraint and could soothe his wild streaks of emotion, while he gave her more excitement than her family thought was healthy. They'd often go out on his canoe and simply float, staring at the stars. They were in love.

Then the Huk arrived. They were called away to war. He was amongst the first to serve under Qymaen jai Sheelal. In 33 BBY, he was deployed to Abbaji Minor to fight the Huk there. His kamen was sent into an ambush unknowingly, and they were stranded. The Huk's reinforcements arrived and pushed the Kaleesh off the planet. They were helpless, deserted on an alien planet, with no hope of returning home. Over the years, disease, starvation, or losing the will to live dwindled the original group of 32 to him and one other. By 20 BBY, it was just him and one other. The pair was never told that the Huk War had ended, that the Huk had won, or that the planet had been returned to their greatest enemies. They spent years terrorizing the Yam'rii colonizers before his friend died of an infected wound. It was also during this time that Gharash'fa lost his left arm from just above the elbow down.

Despite the loss of his greatest comrade, he refused to give up the fight. If he stopped now, it would all have been for nothing. He had lost too much. Eventually, though, the Yam'rii enemies stopped appearing. He still saw them in the shadows, in the twitching of branches, in the canopy as the wind rustled the leaves, but they weren't there. It was as if they had simply dropped off the face of the earth. In reality, the year was 3 BBY and the Yam'rii had returned to their home planet of Huk to defend against the Empire. It took another 3 years before he was found by a group of rebels looking for a place to hide. The fact that the planet was seemingly only inhabited by one large, angry, borderline-senile lizard man with one arm did nothing to deter them. Their pilot, a young Kaleesh woman, recognized the Yam'rii scars on his chest, arms, and face, and asked how long he had been fighting the Huk. Almost immediately, they began to swap war stories.

Now, Gharash'fa fights for the Rebellion. Even one-handed, he fights better than any stormtrooper. His time on Abbaji Minor has scarred him, mentally and physically, and he's still incredibly jumpy. Despite this, he's as quiet as death and prefers to use sign language. The young Kaleesh woman had been orphaned by the Empire, and he never had any kids, so they've become a family unto themselves. As for the girl he loved on Kalee? They say when she returned, she became a reclusive hermit, living alone in the woods. Nobody has seen or heard from her since.

Nanulak kan K'ush

Nanulak is my newest OC and the one I've got the least solid backstory for. I'm still trying to decide whether I want him around during the High Republic era or the Sequel Era.

Nanulak is a Kaleesh bounty hunter from Grendaju. He has been exiled from Grendaju for the crime of patricide and has taken up bounty hunting to make ends meet. He lives by a strict code of honor dependent on proving his strength and capabilities. He travels the galaxy, only taking jobs that could prove a challenge for him. His reputation is of a cold-blooded animal, relentless in his icy fury. He sees everything as a game and conducts himself not as a hunter of men, but as a predator. Think Kraven the Hunter, or the Yautja from the Predator series. He dislikes blasters as a rule, instead preferring to use his slugthrower rifle or any manner of melee weaponry. His skull mask is made out of the skull of a karabbac.

Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933

My Mandela Catalog HC

Type 4 Alternates;

TULPA appear in the background of a reflection when their victim is checking their appearance. The victim will whip their head around in fear, checking behind themselves and rushing out the bathroom in a panic. Alternates are bad enough it's no question people will go crazier if one appeared right in their mirror taunting them with unwanted words, all darkly smiling. Not only is MAD diagnosed but they'll develop Spectrophobia (Fear of mirrors) caused by anxiety and paranoia. This will only make their survival chances plummet to the ground. Life will only get harder; hearing voices, faces popping in every reflection from a car rear view mirror to a simple puddle, constantly being haunted with nobody daring to help, the police officials you can forget, shattering mirrors won't help it'll only create tinier TULPA Alternate fragments and more voices, they'll be too scared to look in the mirror fearing the TULPA Alternates and twisting their reflection into such inhuman monstrous structure no one should ever see, an endless torture that ends with the victim ending their own life.

Now, a mirror by definition is:

"A reflective surface, now typically of glass coated with a metal amalgam, that reflects a clear image"

Anything that produces a reflection is a easy realm TULPA Alternates enter to spread M.A.D quicker and conventionally, just like The Intruder uses technology to kidnap hundreds of children faster to pace up the s****** rates. Note that these Type 4 TULPA Alternates are a recent threat beginning to appear, encounters starting off as small ripples only getting bigger and spreading wide all over Mandela County and beyond. This war between Humanity and Alternates will only get harder and trickier to survive. Mirrors are used in everyday life and reflections are everywhere. There is nowhere to escape.

Spider-Society Zoom Calls

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just...no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of goofiness and a whole lot of fluff :3

When you have a superhuman with superior senses, they’re bound to be perceptive to their surroundings. Now when you have an entire lobby the size of multiple football fields filled with superhumans with superior senses, very few things will go unnoticed.

It’s why people very quickly realize that you and Miguel have…something between the two of you. It’s just that no one is quite sure what.

Camaraderie? Maybe, you were one of the first spiders to join the society.

Friendship? Perhaps, but it was known that Miguel wasn’t one to do friends. Not with the amount of loss he has gone through.

A relationship? This one seemed the most unplausible. Miguel was, well, Miguel. Stoick, cold and calculating. Meanwhile, you were you.

You had a light that drew people in, kindness that knew no bounds and warmth like a fire on a cold winter’s day.

Everyone knew the saying ‘opposites attract’, but it was like comparing night and day with the two of you. Regardless, a small little group within the society were set on trying to figure the two of you out.

~

“Ain’t no way the two are together, she’s too good for him!” Hobie argues, his legs kicked up on the table in front of him.

“I don’t know, maybe that’s why they work together. Because she makes him better?” Miles says, but his tone of voice failed to hide his skepticism.

“I think you should just leave the two of them be. Besides, what happens if you figure it out or not anyway?” Peter says, feeding Mayday as he does. Immediately a chorus of arguments breaks out from the group.

“OKAY! Okay, forget I asked,” he says with a shake of his head, while Mayday just laughs at the commotion.

They spot the two of you walking into the cafeteria making conversation none of them could make out.

“Look at them,” Gwen says, “have you ever seen the guy happier than he is with her?” she asks, and Hobie snorts.

“C’mon mate, you call that happy? Mans got that frown tattooed on his face, can he even be happy?” he says, but they all continue watching intently.

You glance over to the table they were surrounding, and they all brush off your gaze pretending as though they weren’t just studying the two of you like specimens under a microscope.

You wave your hand, a bright smile on your face while Miguel only glances over for a moment before continuing to walk. You jog to catch up to him, grabbing a tray and picking up things you wanted for lunch.

They watch as they see Miguel pick up the empanada, the last one left. He pauses for a split second, holding it before turning to place it on your tray. Almost as though they were straight out of a cartoon, they freeze at the interaction.

You seem to be slightly surprised as you, saying something to him but he only brushes you off before continuing on.

“Did…that just happen?” Pavitr asks. Everyone at HQ was aware of Miguel’s fondness for the food (even if he did hurl one right at Miles when they first met), there was no way he would give one away so easily for just anyone, right?

“Somebody pinch me,” Gwen says, and Hobie jumps at the request.

“OW!”

~

Miguel never lets anyone help him out when he’s injured. That was just a known fact. He could walk into HQ battered and bruised and wouldn’t even look in the infirmary’s direction once. After depending on himself for so long, he wasn’t going to stop now. Besides, what were First Aid kits for after all?

The only way he was going to the infirmary was if someone dragged his unconscious body there themselves.

Well, unless you were there.

“Miguel O’Hara I swear to god, you better get your ass to the infirmary or so help me I will tie you up and drag you through the halls myself,” you say sternly as you both reemerge in the Lobby. The rest of the Spiders there continued with what they were doing, but their attention was zeroed in on you both.

“I’m fine,” he says, glaring at you as if trying to say ‘Just try’. Had you been anyone else, you would have backed down by now but you didn’t.

“You wanna test me right now? That was a nasty hit, I will not be letting it get infected under my watch,” you retort, and he puffs.

“This is nothing, I’ve dealt with worse,” he scoffs, and in an instant your finger shoots out, making contact with the side that got hit with the anomaly’s flames. Miguel can’t help the sharp intake of breath as the pain from the impact hits him.

Your eyebrow raises, an expression of disbelief on your face before it softens. Murmuring softly, you say something that only he can hear.

For a moment he studies your face before sighing, finally relenting. With a triumphant smile, you place a hand on the man’s broad back, leading him towards the infirmary with a gentle but firm hand.

There, Pavitr is laying in bed recovering from an awry mission of his own. The doctors had ordered bedrest for the next 2 hours at least. Superior healing or not, they were not going to risk it. So there he lay, slinging his golden bangles up and down bored before he hears the two of you come in.

“Mr. O’Hara-" a doctor’s voice can be heard, but he is quickly interrupted.

“She’s got it from here,” he says, Miguel’s tone final. A small “yes, sir” can be heard before footsteps fade away, the doctor’s office door closing once more.

“You know, you should really let the professionals help you,” your voice can be heard.

“You dragged me here, you can deal with the consequences,” he says, and you just laugh fondly before your voices quieten, murmuring too quietly for Pavitr to hear.

Curiosity builds as he recalls the conversation he and his friends had, and before he can stop himself he shifts silently to the side, just enough to be able to catch a glimpse of you both from the small gap between the hospital curtain and the wall.

There, Miguel sat on the bed, a disgruntled expression on his face but his eyes were soft as he watched you fuss over his side.

He only watches for a few seconds before pulling away, this being a clear invasion of privacy, and his boss’ privacy no less.

It wasn’t going to stop him from telling everyone else though.

~

“This is a bad idea. This is a really, really bad idea,” Miles says, grasping onto the ceiling like his life depended on it.

“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught, so Shut. Up,” Gwen says sharply, hanging from her place on the ceiling as they watched the fight from above.

Gwen had come up with the mighty fine idea of sneaking into a mission between the two of you. It wasn’t often that it happened, Miguel more often than not only went on missions with only Lyla by his side. But when he needed a partner, it was always you.

“Why did you have to bring me with you,” he whispers, “Miguel already doesn’t like me. He doesn’t need more of a reason to.”

“Because I needed backup and you can turn invisible. And let’s be real, Hobie would be laughing his ass off getting us caught, Peter would bring Mayday which would get us caught, and Pavitr is already on a mission, now shhh,” she whispers, turning back to watching the scene below.

You swung from pillar to pillar in the abandoned factory with practiced ease, a carefree laugh escaping your lips as Miguel stands on the ground fiddling with his watch.

“The anomaly’s last known location was here,” Lyla’s voice echoes out, and you let out a sigh.

“Why can’t villains have easy powers. Maybe a giant blob that is easy to take down? Why do they have to be so complicated? What’s this one again, a freaky shadow monster?” you think out loud.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Miguel retorts, glancing up toward you for a moment before turning back to Lyla. “Do a scan of the place, will you?”

“What do we say~” Lyla responds, and you giggle softly while Miguel huffs.

“Please,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“Please, Lyla,” he says a little louder now, irritation growing in his voice.

“Already done,” the AI snickers, and he groans out loud as your laughter bounces off of the walls, a fist held out for Lyla to bump.

“The two of you will be the death of me,” he says lowly.

“Oh, don’t be like that, grumps. You’d be too stubborn to die,” you retort before tensing up, the hairs on the back of your neck rising with the familiar feeling of your heightened senses at work. The moment you sling yourself up is the moment a loud thud sounds out from where you once stood.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that the anomaly was in the far right corner,” Lyla says before disappearing.

“I really need to do a rewrite of her code,” Miguel mutters to himself.

In your previous spot emerges a dark figure, plumes of smoke emerging and dissipating from its form and allowing it to disappear into the shadows with ease.

With a simple nod, you get to work. Like a well-oiled machine, you work in practiced synchrony, bounding across the walls and slinging webs.

And just like that the anomaly is captured, the force field around it effectively trapping it for the ride back to HQ so it can be sent back to its own universe.

“That was…kinda lame,” you snicker, pulling off your mask

“Told you so,” Miguel says as he opens up a portal for you both, dragging the anomaly behind him.

“Don’t say that to me,” you pout.

“What, can’t handle the truth?” he retorts, a smirk playing across his lips as your bickering voices fade through the portal.

“…was that a smile,” Gwen asks as she watches the spot where they both had stood.

“Was that what it was?” Miles asks, a shudder racking through his body.

~

It was late at night at the HQ, and at this time everyone else had already gone back to their own universes. The few that lingered were the ones finishing up after a late-night mission.

Or, you were Peter B. Parker frantically searching through the kitchen for a bottle of milk for Mayday after a playdate with a select few spiders that went on for way longer than expected.

Mayday was an easy baby. Always happy and smiling, but that all disappears when she was hungry and you did not want a spider baby on a rampage.

“Alright, alright, give Daddy a few seconds to warm up your milk please?” Peter pleads as Mayday continues to babble angrily, crawling all over him.

She pauses for a moment, attention drawn elsewhere as she hangs off of her father’s back before leaping.

“Hey, lil spider!” You say with a laugh, catching her in your arms. “What are you doing here so late?” you ask.

“Playdate with Miles, Gwen and Hobie. Time really flew and she refused to leave until now,” Peter sighs tiredly, and you pat him on the back before putting her up onto your shoulders. “What are you doing here so late?”

You shrug, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

“Working late. Like you said, time really flew,” you say, but Peter knew that wasn’t the full truth.

“Working so hard that you need two cups of coffee?” he asks, holding out the bottle for Mayday to take, which is what she does happily as she snuggles up in her father’s arms.

“What can I say, caffeine doesn’t really work on me,” you grin, pouring the coffee from the machine. “Goodnight, Peter, Mayday,” you say, ruffling her red hair fondly.

And as quickly as you appeared, you disappear.

~

People didn’t often disturb the big boss man Miguel when he was working. Not if you wanted to stay on his good side.

It was even less often that someone barges into his room full of screens as he monitors the Archno-Humanoid Polymultiverse, let alone a group of them.

“We heard you talking to someone! And laughing,” Gwen says hesitantly as if she couldn’t even believe it herself. But she was invested in figuring out what the deal was between the two of you now.

“Well, do you see anyone around?” Miguel deadpans, his arms wide and gesturing around broadly. You could barely stifle the giggle as you sat on a beam high up on the ceiling, going unnoticed.

“W-well, no…But!” she says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow which makes Gwen shrink in her spot slightly before recovering. “But we heard you. There was someone here, wasn’t there?”

Hobie, ever the perceptive one tracks his eyes along the ceiling before spotting you swinging your legs with an amused look on your face. It seemed as though no one else had noticed though.

Miguel watches Hobie spot you and his eyes narrow in his direction, as if saying ‘I dare you to say anything’ to which the spider only raises his hands in mock surrender.

“No. There wasn't." He says, his tone final. "If that’s all you’re here for, I have important work to get to. So why don’t you go bother someone else, yeah?”

~

“I give up,” Gwen says, slumping in her chair. “We’re never going to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Jess asks, walking up to the group.

“Whether or not there is something going on between those two,” Miles says, nodding towards you and Miguel talking over in the corner of the room.

Jessica only hums, a knowing look in her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. Only asks a simple question.

“What makes you think so?”

“Everyone here knows that there’s something there, even if they want to admit it or not. She’s one of the few people he tolerates, they’re together almost all the time and he actually seems happy around her,” Gwen reasons.

“You could have just asked, you know,” you say, coming up on their conversation with an amused look on your face.

Their expressions range from flustered to simply amused and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up as you make eye contact with Jess.

“And to answer the question,” you reach down your suit, pulling out a simple chain with a ring dangling off of the end.

“We’re actually married.”

The group goes silent for a moment, eyes wide as they stare at the necklace in your hands, trying to process your words.

Then, all hell breaks loose.

A/N: Hehe, I'm quite happy with this one :3 This is my first attempt at writing Miguel, sorry if I butchered him but I am absolutely hyperfixating on him after seeing ATSV in theatres yesterday.

Based on the prompt by @imslightlycreative though slightly changed :)) I hope you all enjoyed <3

Part two out now!! Read it here.

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