#FANGWEBS ── in a distant future where technology and crime evolved in unexpected ways... the legacy of spider-man endures. this is a private, highly selective, & in-depth character analysis of MIGUEL O'HARA / SPIDER-MAN 2099.
slow replies, low activity. DNI minors, 21+ preferred. nsfw mentions & dark themes. using beta editor. est. 6/9 of the 21st century. spanish / english.
AFFILIATED WITH: @ownst0ry as miles morales. @surpriseattack as noir.
🕷 rules under the cut / please read before interacting.
I AM:
over 21 years old, picky when it comes to following back, sometimes lazy & uninspired (which can affect the rate of my replies). bisexual, and latino.
DO:
be understanding and patient with me (english is not my native language, I apologize for any possible mistakes), interact with me and/or send me memes provided that we are mutuals.
DO NOT:
godmod, force interactions and/or shipping, try to hurry my replies.
FEATURING:
genre elements of action, comedy, sci-fi, and horror. heavy triggers and dark themes. usually includes blood, violence, and nsfw content. I will always try my best to tag everything, but if I forget feel free to remind me.
WRITING:
I can roleplay multi / single para, one-liners, and more so just let me know what works best for you. I can match any kind of writing, but you absolutely don't have to match length. quality over quantity; so be sure to write what you feel. ( side note: when writing threads with me or replies, please only use small icons or no icons for formatting. no banners, large GIFs, etc. )
FOLLOWING:
I will roleplay with original characters and canon characters. I am more selective about self-inserts and multi-muse blogs. overall, I follow based solely on your character and blog content. I do like to read whoever I am following what they've written/posted on the dash.
ABOUT MY PORTRAYAL:
my portrayal is sometimes canon-divergent and headcanon-laden. by this, I mean that I will use canon for the basis of my characterization, but it's not always something I will adamantly stick to. I'm uninterested in interactions that will underrate the character. I am also very much uninterested in shipping romantically, unless you're prepared for a long up-hill battle.
Under vitriolic vermilion his stomach churns, thrown for a moment into the vertigo of doubt that lingered in the dark corners of his mind. It lurches — leaps, scratching and sinking its claws into the tender flesh of the person he had been building himself to be, and for a moment his suit is too tight on his skin, ill-fitting, like some kid in a costume —
He swallows, jaw setting as golden brown hues stare back and he shakes his head. ❝ No. ❞ Though the fear crackles in his veins, so does his resolve, electric. Miguel's eyes burn into him and deep down, Miles can't fault the embers of grief that spark them as he too knows the agony of love lost, but that is why powerlessness scalds, why he cannot let himself be snared to resignation. There is a way, and he will find it.
❝ I know I have to try. I know it doesn't have to be like this. ❞
❝ MALDICIÓN, MORALES! ❞ he snaps, punctuating the air like venom, the snarl is primal, maturated in acrid : the heady anger filtering out like molasses. frustration mounts visibly with his back hunched as he draws in thin breaths ── he thought the kid would understand, that he'd learn from his own past mistakes... but he wants to keep going, as if the universe owed him something.
large hands grasp the other's shoulders ── grip progressively becomes antagonistic and it tightens. ❝ you think you know everything, don't you? ❞ he asks, hoarse and hedging a more dangerous accentuation. ❝ like you know what’s best for everyone, but you don’t. you have no idea. ❞
making miguel have to inject his own spiderman powers is like having mcu steve rogers not be a supersoldier like the comics and instead just be some guy who shoots up on steroids every day to fit in with the avengers, so you're insane if you think that's a good writing decision
miguel's deep and pervasive mental illness never fails to elevate how fun his vanity is. wake up. imagine a noose. imagine not breathing. would be so awesome would be so cool. walk up to the closet. what will it be today, miguel. vintage armani or saint laurent for your long day at work with the boss who groomed-slash-drugged you? no... how about a forest green givenchy blazer. fix his hair. check how clean his shave is. would be so great to be dead right now. deserve nothing. no absolution. the world is so desperately bleak. hate self. hate boss. hate job. finger guns at the mirror. looking handsome as usual, miggy. let's slay the day
