not like the others

indie rp blog for miguel o'hara // spider-man 2099 -- written by nix

[iobartach]

íobartach - sacrificial, sacrificing;  victim (of sacrifice)

welcome! 👋 this is an independent, mutuals-only rp blog for miguel o'hara / spider-man 2099, based upon his portrayal in sony's across the spider-verse film & my own headcanons!

rules - about - ask - memes - verses - hcs - links - playlist - multimuse

miguel o'hara is the spider-man of 2099, a former alchemax geneticist whose attempt to break free from the corporation's control ended with his DNA being fused with that of a spider. after inadvertently causing the collapse of an entire universe—and losing the only daughter he ever knew—he founded the Spider Society to protect the multiverse from similar catastrophes. Burdened by grief and guilt, Miguel is a relentless, uncompromising leader driven by one purpose: ensuring history never repeats itself.

"I see him now, born of rage and tragedy. Haunted by a sense of responsibility. Determined to prevent the same fate for others. Willing to do whatever it takes...no matter the cost."

Somewhere in my head, I'm still a white knight Flying across the planes until my last fight

working full time ! replies tend to come on the weekend! extra spotty activity wise this season due to frequent travelling + excessive heatwaves :')

[pandadrake]

Spider-Society and The Day of Lots of Involuntary Trips to Earth-19999. (Finally finished this, god damn.)

I hadn’t seen any takes on what Spider-Society was like during Spider-man: No Way Home (2021), so I thought about it too hard.

I.e. I pulled up a clip of No Way Home to see what the Peter-abduction spell would look like from Miguel’s POV, then realized he'd have no idea what he's looking at and would probably mistake it for something else.

[american-ghouls-deactivated2014]

Spider-Man 2099 #2

[iobartach]

hAvE yOu tRiEd rEvIeWiNg wItH cO-PiLoT

my BROTHER, I've been spending 6 weeks looking for a HUMAN to REVIEW this pull request bc that's what we're SUPPOSED to do, apparently :')))

[iobartach]

Anyyyybody want some memes? 🤔

[dimaiv-nov]

Pencil - me Colors by Dorets

[iobartach]

:'))))

[iobartach]

Would be cool if sprint burndown charts ... weren't a thing 🥲

[spider-man-2o99]

[asm(2018) #32]

miguel “knifehands” o'hara + experiencing infinite hell and agony torments at the (metaphorical) hands of glass-paneled skyscrapers 

[iobartach]

✶  ︵  *dash  game:  knowing  your  writing  partner  can  potentially  make  writing  together  a  lot  easier!

the basics

name: nix

pronouns: anything! i don't have any preferences :)

sexuality: heterosexual

three facts

made bruce willis laugh! saw him in person on broadway, during a production of stephen king's misery, the one and only time i visited NYC

met and spoke with jo salter, britain's first female fast jet pilot, and also got a tour of stamford bridge on the same day... the one, and so far, only, cool work trip that i got to be part of, lmao

i don't know if i've said this much to tumblr mutuals, but i went through a phase a long time ago where i hatedddd anything spide.r-man related? which, in hindsight, is now hilarious af, considering picking up a wallcrawler as a muse got me back into writing regularly! :)

roleplay experience

how long: ha...haha ... i'm gonna sayyyy 12 years on tumblr, and probably about 20 years all told! (which is SCARY, i feel ooold 😬)

platforms you've used: always gotta pour one out for the original bebo, my beloved 🥀 😔 tumblr will never hold a candle to it, but alas, this hellsite is now the main platform i use! aside from that, i dabbled a bit in form rp -- it was a good time, if very brief! and of course, discord is an option for rping, but i'm wary of it, due to having a bad experience with a 1-1 rp server, many moons ago.

best experience: at the risk of sounding a tad sappy, i'd argue my best experience has been... happening with this blog? 😄 it's wild to think that before i came back, the last time i was writing on here consistently , i was still mostly college, trying to get a degree, or taking a stab at my first real tech job, as a graduate. i reckon i did some amount of maturing / learning not to give as much of a fuck, and just chill in my own little corner? 🤭 and signs on, i've had the pleasure of befriending some wonderful folks, and write such amazing and fun plots? i'm quite content <3

muse preferences

female or male: 9/10 times i usually prefer writing guys? it's just something i've always gravitated towards? i have and do want to write female muses, especially now that I have a multimuse blog on the go! i am just short on ideas for who to pick up!

fluff, angst, smut: huuuuge advocate for angst 👀 in moderation, ofc, lol! fluff also has appeal to me, but i don't want to get flooded with too much of it, you know? 🤔 smut is a... no thanks, lol. It's a maybe for discord, but eh, idk, i don't feel i'm good at it :')

plots or memes: i love both!!! memes make for the best icebreakers, and i'm always ready to throw memes at another mun, or answer memes/turn them into new threads. plots, i loooove, especially with both new and longstanding mutuals? I feel like it gives me a chance to really hit my stride with the kinds of stories and au's that i'm keen to tell for my version of miguel, and the fact that I get to do so with a buddy just makes the experience so much more fun <3

long or short replies: defo leaning towards long replies, these days! (soooo sorry) my minium feels like two paragraphs or more? sometimes i feel like calling it waffling 🤣 but i guess i just get in the zone sometimes, and end up having lots of words to write down in a reply! stuff like one-liners don't come easily to me... so i usually cheat and grab a song lyric or meme prompt instead, for those!

best time to write: 100000% during the afternoon/evening time, on weekends! i spend much of the weekday already sitting in front of a computer for work, so to do it later on for a hobby is.... yeah 😬 sometimes, i might do a reply or two, but it's rare!

are you like your muse(s): unlikely! i sure ain't a genius by any measure. for one, i nearly flunked biology in my final school exams... which i had to do TWICE (biology by itself, and then part of an agricultural science module) 🤣 which is just as well, because having claws and enhanced eyesight, whilst cool on paper, would probs not feel great after a while!

TAGGED BY . . . @thesickening [cheers! <3]

TAGGING . . . let's gooo with ; @therapardalis @gazelessmenagerie @healingbrews @discodamned @spectracle @localwebslingers @seven--deadly--dragons @sunfallsprophet @monenblogi @mementomoriia @purgirltory @stardstschlar @primegrim @diavl @heavnhill @apotheotica @supraxstcllas @niratias @monstyrious @echolaliia @modestmuses @natura1order @no1rwebs and you!!! do the thing!!!!!

[iobartach]

Oh, we might be getting a glimpse/first trailer for beyond movie at sdcc this week

🧍‍♀️

I'm a tiny bit terrified, ngl

[thedarktowerdames]

Art Credit to Robeet Atkins

[iobartach]

fresh new plot/chapter arcs ideas!

so for those unaware, i'm a biiig advocate for plots/plot arcs, that can span months / possibly even years. i like to make a list of them, which i've chronicled here!

since it's been a minute, lemme jot down some new plots that i'd love to write, sometime!

the haunted house ; miguel & co. stumble across a house where strangeness afoot has been chronicled!

the captured ; okay, so how exactly do you manage to capture nearly 7 feet of pure ornery spider meanness? i've got no clue! but somehow, it happened... i'm so sorry, miguel!

the stranger ; this one's more of a low-key arc, but what's a man to do when he struggles to recognise his own reflection? to remember who he was, rather than what pressure, mount responsibilities, and his own altered DNA, is slowly turning him into?

[gazelessmenagerie]

The powerful rush of air tore at any and all loose debris, sending them scattering in all directions from where a set of imposing talons clutched onto the mound of ivory remains. The cascade of light still filtering from above illuminated the background behind the immense shadow of a bird-like visage, spires of light catching onto the brilliant crest of a sharp teal shifting into speckled crimson and indigo tufts shrouding over a neck. The extent of wings folded back to a manageable length to allow a set of scaled hands tipped with curved claws to pick through the claimed pile efficiently.

However the 'figure' that she had effectively deterred momentarily from her quarry did not go ignored entirely as a proud crest shot up and snapped towards the other.

No words were spoken yet as the intensity of aurelian optics beset within crimson seas stared with an unblinking gaze to the bright intensity of cobalt and neon red. Slowly rising from a landing crouch, the sheer scale of the figure could put the most robust human to shame with a staggering height reaching well over seven feet built and bearing the powerful gait of a tank on the prowl as a few steps were taken in a cautious advance. As the avian stepped into a larger beam of light reaching from above, the features of a beaked face was the first to be blatantly seen tilted to the side as if questioning the very sight of what stood in front of their eyes.

Another step and the mass of feathers covering like a mane down a neck led to a human torso fitted over with a sturdy attire made for weathering the elements. Moving outwards from the main body was smaller patches of feathers quickly shifting from smaller tufts of down into the heavily coated arrangement of plumage. The sturdy grace of raptor-like legs dared to press its weight into the ground, closing the distance one step further before a thrumming voice resonated from her chest.

" What are you? "

[iobartach]

Caught directly within that sunset hued gaze can be found a man of unusual bearing. Namely, where most males with his exact height and build would end up tumbling away, he has enough sense to hunker down, lying nearly chest-to-ground as claws rake at the ground, embodying in turn the rarely used aspect of his altered being that tended to stay still, and wait.

Which, in itself, appeared to pay dividends by not coming off as an antagonistic force, the time that would've otherwise been spent on bickering and posturing turned instead towards appraising this massive bipedal predator of the skies, plumage and stature both unlike anything alive or extinct that Miguel has ever viewed a record of. Not to mention, when finally approached, the importance of being asked what he was rather than who, an important distinction that's immediately capitalised upon;

"Not your enemy, for one. A potential friend, for another." Was it premature to talk in such terms? Probably, but given that the massive bird's attention had seemingly gone straight for the bones of the already-passed, rather than his own, it brought to mind the tendencies of a carrion-eater, rather than an arachnid predator.

Should he be so lucky.

"Does this area belong to you?" For he couldn't shake the feeling that it did, such that, with painstaking slowness, Miguel draws himself up onto the balls of his feet, bent legs pointing out in different directions as his hands continued to clutch at the dirt for support. "If it is, then I clearly owe you an apology for the intrusion."

[black-white-and-leather]

[sunfallsprophet]

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ, ᴛᴏᴏ, ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪɴᴀᴅᴠᴇʀᴛᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ. Ironically, Djahima did not pay too much close attention to the Spider despite that everything they were doing was for his own good and not theirs. Staring at him probably would've made it worse anyway, and there was nothing about him that struck them as particularly fascinating or unsettling. It was simply a fact of life—his life—that needed tending to in a manner that would make it seem unremarkable. It was the least they could for him now.

With the last of the little cut-throat mirrors swept into the dustpan and promptly discarded into the rubbish, they could just start to smell the scent of the beef stew on the stove. Going over to taste it again (though they knew they nailed it out of the park even as leftovers) and judge the temperature, they decided to give it a few more minutes for the chuck roast to at least be nice and warm all that way through.

They elected to go see how Miguel was doing for the time being, pulling the ottoman over to sit in front of him. They positioned themself close enough to him that he could've grabbed them had he so wished, talons or no. Djahima quietly looked him over and noticed that the ashen pallor he had been so stricken with earlier has relented somewhat. Closing their eyes, they sighed. This whole ordeal they put him in could've gone much worse.

Yet despite their brazen stupidity, he tried speaking, offering to them what they could only guess to be an apology.

An apology?

"No, never you mind that. No sense in straining yourself tryna apologize for something I made you do." The bite(s) he had given them were already gone, the blood they had allowed to flow now seemingly vanished without a trace. The small cuts from the flying shattered glass, too, had gone away. It was as if nothing had even transpired between them. "No harm, no foul" one might say.

"Your supper should be ready. One second..." They lifted themself off from the ottoman and entered the kitchen, shutting off the heat before Djahima began ladling the stew into a bowl. Once full, they returned to Miguel's side, sitting in the same place as before. "Let me know when you good. Don't push yourself."

[iobartach]

Whether desired or not, time, and the globe upon which they were mere specks, continued onwards, endless and without pause. Constants that, when contrasted with his current state, could help keep any struggling man grounded in reality. Not that he welcomed being evicted in such a manner, push down and conquered so that an accident-made creature could influence the same environs that they shared.

In fact, speaking of their surroundings, it's hard not to notice the bronze-skinned stranger's latest approach, the same figure that it had set its fangs upon. That it still flashed its venom laced dentition at, even now, though the effort was considerably. No matter what was thrown their way though, still the familiar being settled next to them, watching over and attending to... that which now struggled to raise its own head for more than a few seconds, drained of energy and not quite up to annunciating well.

Fortunately for the Spider, and for the bits of Miguel's conscience beginning to poke through, the incident appeared to be downgraded considerably, given the unofficial status of 'water under the bridge', had the saying been remembered in time. All the same, with his alertness, and overall presence in the moment increasing, it isn't long before Miguel, not the Spider so much, is leveraging himself into an upright, seated position, coincidentally timed in such a fashion that he managed to sit upright before DJ returned with a bowl of...

Food!

It rises like a clap of thunder, loud and deafening inside the cavity situated between his ears. If he had any brains left to speak of, then the proper course of action was to walk away, disengage, hide, as he rode out the worst of the Spider's influence, and not--

Before either of them has the chance to process this unfolding scene, the Spider, not Miguel, is seen reaching for the bowl and begins to pour it all directly down the hatch without stopping. Often to the point where the Spider leverages open Miguel's jaw further than humanly possible, so that ever last drop is claimed. The ask to signal when, as well as reminder to not rush, are inevitably ignored, set aside by a head that, little by little, with further sustenance consumed, did not buzz so red-hot and angry any longer.

That, aside from the iron-like vice grip on its empty bowl, and a dull red sheen visible in its eyes that Djahima was brought face to face with a form resembling Miguel, at least in name.

It will require the use of his voice to confirm that he was back in the helm of his own thoughts and body.

[iobartach]

@radi-unlimited asked; "Is that the way you picture it?"

searows lyrics, part 2 prompts

It's not often that he could be described as a talker, an open book to anyone willing to lend an ear. Upon review, he'd point to trite compulsions, such as the rarely fulfilled need to make conversation with a fellow human. When he wasn't trying to rob them, anyway. Aside from that, there was another quality that set his mouth in motion, orating like some kind of self-taught scholar from his perch upon a shipping container, lanky legs crossed beneath him. It was the feeling that he'd seen the inquisitive stranger's face before.

That they were one of those registered heroes, that the world seemed to adore so much.

"Yes, it is, right down to the fact that you're not going to leave a single scratch on me."

Given to a throaty chuckle, time is then taken to keep them waiting, and guessing, having just finished sharing their plan. In short order, the Spider declared that he'll be walking out of this still in use warehouse, long before either the next shipment arrives, or any of the stranger's fellow quirk-gifted friends arrived as backups. The randomly selected few who, in a bid to expand and further his own research, he still hadn't managed to replicate in a lab.

Not that he worked in one, any longer.

Doubting that the other wished to hear that particular sob story recited, a need to move set the reclusive geneticist's limbs into motion, beginning his attempts to clamber down from his seat to stand on solid ground. To look at him was to spy the gangly shape of something that was once human and Quirkless, that was now capable of sizing up his unannounced guest with an unblinking, burgundy stare, taller than anything else with a pulse in the local vicinity.

"So, please, won't you step aside? Let me pass?"