Name one villain from your au that spider-man knows personally that ISN'T the goblin, doc ock, venom or the lizard(those guys would be way too obvious).
For mine, I'm going with electro. In fact, I'd say electro has the closest relationshionwith peter alongside venom.
Pete always saw fran as the big sister he never had, kinda like how he saw eddie as the big brother he never had.
Pete's really tried his best to be there for her as a friend too, especially after the whole "coming back from the dead as a walking electromagnet" thing.
For mine, the answer is no. He gets infected with spores that hitched a ride on the symbiote. These spores absorb electricity and convert it into fuel grant him herculean strength and durability, only issue is the more juiced up he is the more cliuded his logic and reason is, causing him to act out on raw emotion and impulse. He was recruited into the wildpack as colonel jupiter, a superhero team sanctioned by mayor fisk. Eventually he left and became a solo superhero after fisk's corruptionw as revealed.
The man-wolf moniker instead goes to the lobo twins in my au. Twon mutants who can turn into werewolf-like creatures with similar powers, including the ability to turn other people into werwolves via a mutagenic venomous bite. They were enforcers of the kingpin sent to set up a "werewolf pandemic" as part of a scam and publiciry stunt for their boss.
Frank had taken Elektra to the aquarium because he wanted to talk to her and thank her for everything she had done for him and for Eden, his daughter. Since it was right after their shift at S.H.I.E.L.D., they were both still wearing their uniforms.
Elektra: So... why are we here?
Frank: I just wanted to talk to you and... thank you. If it weren't for you... maybe Eden... she... might have ended up with the same fate as Eira...
As he spoke, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His eyes remained fixed on the moon jellyfish drifting through the tank.
Elektra: Don't exaggerate... I just did what anyone else on our team would've done.
Frank: No... Greer and Simon wouldn't have.
Elektra: You're wrong. Greer definitely would've saved Eden just like I did. After all... she was a mother too. But... yeah... maybe Simon wouldn't have. He's always been a little different from the rest of the team.
Frank: Maybe... but I'm still glad it was you.
Elektra: ...
Her lips didn't utter a single word, but her mind drifted through countless thoughts all at once.
Frank: Hey... are you okay?
His hands slowly relaxed, letting the blood flow through them again. His voice was gentle, almost afraid of whatever answer she might give.
Elektra: Sorry... I got lost in thought for a moment... Eden is a wonderful girl, so... thank you for letting me get to know her.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the graceful dance of the moon jellyfish.
Frank: No... thank you for giving Eden the chance to meet someone as incredible and strong as you.
For a few seconds, he slowly turned his head toward her, watching her quietly admire the tank. Then he looked back at the jellyfish, as though nothing had happened.
Elektra: Strong... and... incredible? Really? Are you sure you're talking about me?
she asked, genuinely curious. She knew herself well enough to question it.
Frank: I'm serious. You are incredible. I know you've lost everything too, but... somehow, you still seem like you keep going without letting it break you. It's amazing that, after everything you've been through, you still choose to move forward.
Elektra: It only looks that way... because it isn't.
For a while, neither of them spoke. They simply stood there, watching the moon jellyfish drift and dance with effortless grace.
Then it happened.
Their hands found each other.
Frank's hand moved first—large, warm, rough with countless calluses—asking for permission to go further.
Elektra's was small, slender, delicate... and cold.
Her fingers welcomed the gesture.
His fingertips brushed against hers before slowly weaving between them. The contrast was impossible to ignore: rough skin against smooth, warmth against cold, thick fingers intertwined with slender ones.
Finally, their hands closed together, fingers fully entwined—a quiet, undeniable sign of intimacy.
It felt as though their souls had begun to dance.
Each of them reacted differently.
A shiver ran through Elektra's entire body as the faintest smile appeared on her lips.
Frank felt a chill travel down his spine... and something else stirred inside him, becoming... different than usual.
But the moment didn't last.
A familiar voice suddenly echoed through the aquarium.
Talisa: Elektra! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!
Elektra: Sol! I-I was... Frank asked me to...
Startled, she immediately let go of Frank's hand.
Frank: He let out a quiet sigh, surprised and confused. Talisa... what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be back at the boarding school already?
Instinctively, he tried to keep Elektra's hand in his, but failed, his fingers closing into his own fist instead.
Talisa: Yeah, but Elektra promised she'd take me back this time.
Elektra: Ω σκατά... ξέχασα.
(Oh, damn... I forgot.)
Frustrated, she ran both hands through her dark hair before pressing it back down.
Frank: Alright... then let's all go together. We'll take you there.
Spider-man au question of the day!(tw grooming mention, and character mutilation)
What's the overall tone of your au? Is it more tame and silly or more dark and serious?
For me, it's a bit complicated.
For the most part, a lot of spider-man's villains in my au have been toned down a fair bit from their mainline counterparts. In general I've been trying to avoid shock value in my au as much as I can.
That being said, there are plenty of times in my au where things get more heavy, like the fact that peter was a victim of grooming during his teen years, flint marko and francine frye's "deaths", scorpion-girl dismembering flash, adrian dying of spinal cancer, curt getting his armed ripped off by a crocodile, etc.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm trying to achieve a bakance in my au. Pkenty of more lighthearted and fun moments while still being willing to get serious when the situation calls for it. While also avoiding going into becoming edgy shock value schlock.
are you a minor or adult? I dont think my blog has content I’d like minors to see but I like your spider man au and stuff so I wanted to ask
I'm an adult!
I mentiin that on my pinned post for future reference.
Now I do try to keep nsfw stuff off my blog cuz I do have moots that sre minors, but like, as long as your not a nsfw centric blog or don't put explicit stuff without a proper warning you can interact.
Spider-man au question of the day!(sorry I firgot to do one yesterday! I was just kinda...majorly bummed out and didn't have the energy to do it)
What is your version of doctor octopus's motivation for becoming a supervillain?
For mine, it was the abuse he faced from nirman while working at oscorp. The accident that left his lower half parlayzed and rewuring him to uses his bionic tentacles to get around was cuased by norman's negilgence. Ever since then he was treated like a work ox by norman. The sinister six plan failling was what motivated otto to strike out on his own and become a supervillain to get back at osborn, but also being an unexpected and reluctant ally of spider-man.
notes: wrote this for ghostwalker week back in oct, deciding to post it here now
Fifteen is an amazing year, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. You’ll find love, they said. You’ll glow up, they said. You’ll have friends, they said.
Look how that turned out. I’m almost sixteen and I’m single, depressed, ugly, and friendless. Great. Just freaking great.
I walk past the bleachers; my high school’s football game was about to start. If I could get out of going, I would. But my guardian, Bill, wouldn’t let me. I found a seat next to my lab partners. That’s right, I’m a geek. Ava Starr. The lab geek.
“Hi.” I say, as I sit down a seat away from everyone. And of course they ignore me. I sigh and watch as the game starts. The other school’s team walks out onto the field. Then I hear the announcer shout, “and give it up for our quarterback, John Walker!!”
John Walker runs out onto the field as the crowd goes insane. Like a pack of zoo animals yearning to be set free. His hands hit his chest and legs in some sort of beat as his teammates come out doing the same, shouting the I-believe-that-we-will-win-chant. The crowd joins in on the chant, hyping up the team. It’s loud. So loud. After the first quarter, I head to the hot dog booth. Our team was losing. Ten to six. While in line I look to my left and see the champion John Walker standing off in the sidelines, and some older man yelling at him. It’s not his coach. Maybe his dad. As the line moves forward I get closer to them, I can hear them better.
“Get your f**king head in the game! I can’t have you lose this game! Do you hear me!?” The older man shouts in his face, spit splattering in his face.
John doesn’t answer. He just looks numb. And hurt. The man slaps him across his face, John stumbles back.
“DO YOU HEAR ME!?” He roared.
“Y-yes sir.” John muttered, regaining his balance.
“What did you say?” The older man shouts.
“Yes sir!!” John yells, angrily.
The man shoves him back onto the field, I quickly grab my hotdog and rush back to my seat. I watched the rest of the game. As it ends, I head to the locker rooms and wait. I kinda wanted to see if he was okay. But I didn’t want to intrude. I mean, he is just some random jock. Maybe I should go back. No. Just stay. He’ll be here any minute.
Moments later, the whole football team rushes past me. Roaring in victory. I look for John, but I can't find him in the mess of things. I groan and decide to head home. Giving up on my plans. I walk through the field, looking up at the stars. The cool breeze sends shivers down my neck; I tie my hair up in a messy bun.
“What are you still doing here? Everyone’s left.”
I turn to see John Walker sitting on one of the bleachers. His expression was cold and bitter.
“Uhh.” For some reason I couldn’t find the words to explain why I was here. Maybe it was because he was approaching me rapidly. Maybe it was because his hair was dripping with sweat, and the sleeves of his t-shirt framed his biceps perfectly. What was I thinking? It was John freaking Walker for Pete’s sake. A jock. And a douche bag. He’s not my type. Pull it together Ava.
“I was just getting water in the bathroom. Didn’t realize it was so late.” I say, as chill as I possibly can.
“No one but the team is supposed to be here after ten.” he says, sternly.
“I’m sorry, I-”
“It’s fine,” he laughs. “I’m kidding. You can stay. If you want.”
“Oh. Uh, I think I’ll go. Bye.” I start walking past him when he grabs me by the arm, “Ava, right?”
“Yeah?” I confirm, confused.
“We went to kindergarten and middle school together,” he says. I look up at his face. The stadium lights lighting up his icy blue eyes. The wind rustled his short blonde hair. His mouth parted so perfectly. His lips, so soft looking. His freckles mark his face so faultlessly. Like specks on a painting.
“Oh. Cool.” she cringes at her response.
He lets go of my arm. “I… haven’t seen you around in a while.” he says, looking into her eyes.
“I’ve been here. Can’t really go anywhere else.” she fake chuckles. He laughs. God. His laugh. It’s so… dry. It sounds painful.
“I don’t mean to intrude. But I saw you with who I’m assuming is your dad earlier…” I say cautiously. He groaned. His posture shifted. Clearly annoyed. “Go on.”
“Is everything okay at your home?” I ask, trying to sound genuine.
“Just fine. Now, if you don’t mind. I have to go.” he says as he walks away.
I sigh. I messed up. I shouldn’t have said anything.
I take the next week off. I need a break. When I get to school the first day back everyone is laughing at pointing at their phones and me.
“Did they really hook up?”
“She’s so not his type.”
“Her? Really?”
“Yeah, he must be desperate.”
Confused, I checked my Instagram, immediately seeing what everyone was talking about. Someone photoshopped me and John and posted it under an account named ‘totally-not-ava-starr’ . I checked the account; it has all of my posts. Not that I post much. But it looks like my account. But it’s not. Because I’m on my account.
Suddenly someone pulls me into a corner. Panic rushed through my body. My instincts kick in, and I elbow the person behind me. I turn around to see John clutching his gut. My eyes widen with surprise and fear.
“God, Ava,” he spat. “What was that for?”
“I uh, self-defense.”
“From what???”
“You?? I mean you did just pull me in a corner, and I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know who it was, I’m sor-”
“Ok, ok, calm down,” John says. And of course I didn’t calm down. Whoever does when someone says that?
“Why did you pull me aside?” I ask.
“Did you make this?” he says, shoving his phone in my face. The photoshopped image of us glowing from his phone.
“No??? What makes you think I’d do that?” I shake my head in disbelief.
“It’s posted from your account!!” he exclaims.
“Shh. Don't yell, idiot,” I sigh. “And no. It’s not.” I shove my phone in his face with my account on it. “This is my account. That’s a fake”
Realization hits his face like a slow punch. “Ohhhhh,” he shakes his head. “Well, it’s too late now.”
“What do you mean?” I say with a worried look.
“My parents have already seen it,” he sighs. “They think it’s real. They think I have a girlfriend, and they think it’s you” I stare at him with a blank expression on my face. He did not just say that. “What?!” He steps back. Almost like he’s scared that I’ll hit him again. “You didn’t think to tell them that I wasn’t your girlfriend?!” I step closer to him.
“No, I did! They just didn’t listen to me. They said that they want to have you over for dinner tonight.” He steps back, throwing his hands in the air in defense.
“Uh huh… well what do you want to do?” I sigh.
“You have to come over for dinner. And we have to act like a couple.” He says, running his hands through his hair. God. How can that simple gesture be so attractive?
“Fine.” I sigh, shifting my posture. “What do we need to do?”
He crosses his arms, “Well, we have to get to know each other. So maybe, we can have lunch break together.”
“That’ll only raise suspicion IN the school.” I roll my eyes.
“Right, right. Well, maybe meet me by the bleachers after school.”
I roll my eyes again. “Sure.”
After school I head to the field. Bill is on a work trip, so he won’t need me to be home early or on time. This is really stupid. Fake dating the jock. God. What happened to being invisible? I pull my bag over my shoulder and sigh. I mean it can’t be that bad. At least he’s not ugly. I reach the bleachers and set my bag on the ground. Sitting on the lowest one. I sigh and pull out my sketch book and start drawing a face. I’m not sure who I’m drawing, he’s smiling though. He has dimples. His eyes are very prominent. I imagine them being blue. One of his eyebrows is slit. Messy hair. Broad shoulders.
“Drawing me already?” startled by the voice I dropped my sketch book. I turn around and see John walking down the bleachers, football in hand, his letterman jacket slung over his shoulder.
“What?” I bend down to pick up the sketch book, when I look at the page, I realize I was drawing him. What a freaking weirdo I am. I shake my head and place the book next to me. “I didn't realize I was. My bad.”
There's that dry, painful laugh again. “Sure, you didn't,” he tosses the ball to me, and I catch it. “Hey, nice catch!” He sits down next to me. Hands resting in between his legs. “So, tell me about yourself, Ava Starr.” his shoulder nudges mine.
“Promise not to laugh?” I joke.
He laughs. “Promise.” He holds out his pinky. I grasp it with mine. “I use pinky promises as a legitimate way of keeping promises by the way.” He says, laughing again.
I nod, “That's great. Okay, about me. Um I dress like this,” I gesture to my sheer black tights, black combat boots, mini skirt, and oversized sweater.
“It's cute.” He says, I look at his face. The compliment seems genuine. I smile.
“Thanks. Anyway, I like to dra-”
He laughs and picks up my sketchbook and points to my drawing of him. “I can tell.”
I shake my head, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Please stop interrupting me.”
He nods, “Sorry, sorry.”
“I like to draw. Mostly animals but sometimes people. I write poems. Nothing good though. I play guitar. Both acoustic and electric. I read. Mostly historical fiction, sometimes fantasy. And I'm a music addict. My favorite movie is Lord of the Rings; Return of the King, and my favorite show is Avatar: The Last Airbender.”
He laughs. I punch his shoulder. “Shut up,” I stand up and grab my bag, “Walk with me.”
And he does. “What do you listen to?” He asks as he catches up to me.
“Eyedress, girl in red, cigarettes after sex, and alex g.” he nods, like he knows those artists.
“Okay, my turn, football is my life, obviously, I've had a few girlfriends, but they were just hookups. I'm obsessed with The Weeknd. Outer banks is my favorite show, don’t watch many movies and yeah.” he pauses. “Oh, I also play guitar”
I nod. And nudge him to keep walking. “Okay…I could’ve guessed that just by looking at you, but whatever”
He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Yeahhh. I figured as much.” He shrugs. “Anyway, we have to act like an actual couple tonight. So, don’t be stiff around me. Be clingy, even. Okay?”
I nod as we reach the parking lot. “Alright.” he starts to walk away, then he turns around. “Oh uh. My parents are very political. So, yeah.”
I raise my eyebrows, “Ah, good to know. See you tonight.”
That night, I arrive at the Walker's house. I wasn't sure if I should change my clothes at all, so I just added an oversized leather jacket. I nervously walk up the sidewalk to the house. Once I reach the steps I take a breath in. I walk up the stairs and knock on the door. After a few moments I hear someone walking towards the door, John opens the door with a smile on his face.
“Ayyy, Avaaa welcome to my home!” He smiles and gives me a hug. I tense, for a moment I forgot why I was here and then I remember. I hug him back. Smiling. “Hi John.” He takes my jacket and hangs it up.
He holds my hand and walks me into his house. The kitchen is the first room when you walk in from the front door. A girl, younger than him, jumps off of the counter and walks up to me, giving me a side hug.
“Heyy girlll!! I'm Kate!! John's sisterrr.”
“Hiiiii.” I smile politely.
John's hand is resting on my waist. Lightly gripping my side. That's all I can think about. His hand is strong and firm. But gentle and careful.
I look around the kitchen and see the man from the football game last week and his wife. The woman comes up to me giving me a side hug, “You must be Ava. I’m Emily. John’s mother.” She forces a smile. I smile back.
His dad shakes my hand, “I’m Caleb, his dad.” I smile, “Nice to meet you all.”
“We’re having Chicken Pot Pie and Tiramisu after dinner.” his mom says, leading me to the dining room table, gesturing me to take a seat. I sit down, followed by the rest of the family. The topic of interest for most of dinner is politics. Arguing over who should’ve been president. I don’t care much for politics, and I can tell John doesn’t either. While slowly eating my dinner, I listen to the bickering for a while and then I zone out.
“Guys. I thought this was a dinner to get to know Ava. Not talk about Kamoola or whatever her name is.” John says, his voice snapping me back to reality.
“Oh my gosh, you’re right! I’m so sorry Ava! You must be bored out of your mind!” His mom exclaims.
“Oh no, it’s fine.” I smile politely. John sighs and puts his arm around my shoulder.
“Right well, tell us about yourself Ava.” Caleb says. So, I do. I tell them everything I told John. I hold his hand, the one that's draped over my shoulders, caressing it gently. We talk about me. And John’s childhood. But judging by John’s expression, there were some stories that were left out. His dad acts like a good dad. But all I can see is him hitting John that one night. And it’s hard to look him in the eye. Dessert came out not long after Emily told me about John’s first touchdown.
When everyone had finally finished dinner and dessert, I join John in the kitchen.
“It’s raining pretty bad outside,” he says, washing a plate. “I can barely see the tree outside the window.”
I walk over to the window and shrug. “I’ll be okay to walk home.”
“Uh, that’s not very smart.” John says, as a lightning bolt flashes across the sky, thunder rumbling loudly above the house. Emily walks into the kitchen, “Ava, why don’t you stay the night?”
“Yeah, I can get the guest bedroom ready.” John offers, putting away the dishes.
“No, no. You're dating. Ava, you can sleep with John.” Caleb says smirking.
I freeze. John does too. But he quickly regains his posture. “Yeah, okay. We might as well go to bed now. It’s ten thirty”
I nod, “Yeah.” I say, yawning and stretching.
His parents say goodnight and John leads me to his room. The walls are painted white. His trophies are lined against the wall on floating shelves. A few The Weeknd posters hang on the wall. On his dresser were photos of him and his team, some of him and his best friend Lemar.
“You can have the bed; I’ll sleep on the floor.” He says, grabbing a pillow and blanket and placing them on the floor.
“What? No, this is your house, your room. I’ll take the floor.”
“Um. Yeah, that’s not happening.”
“Why?”
“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, Ava.”
“Fine. But you’re not sleeping on the floor either.”
He sighs, running his hand through his hair. “We can both sleep on the bed, I’ll be as close to the edge as possible.”
“Yeah, okay” I slid into the bed, getting under the blanket. John does the same, turning the lights out. His LED lights are the only light in the room. I close my eyes, trying to sleep but the rain is pounding on the window too loud.
“Ava?”
“Yeah?”
He sits up, I turn to face him. “I… I really like you.”
I freeze. Wait. He what?
“What?” I sit up.
“You heard me.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He looks offended. “Why? It’s true.”
“I don’t believe you because how can a jock like someone like me? You’re like the perfect blonde boy who is so annoyingly perfect and I’m just-”
“Stop. No, I’m not.”
“Yes you are! You’r-”
“Ava stop! I’m not!” he pauses. “I’m not this…” he gestures to his room and himself. “I hate football. I hate it. I hate The Weeknd. I hate Outerbanks. It’s the worst piece of media ever made. I’m not the person everyone thinks I am. This person, the quarterback of the Bears, it’s not me. It’s who my parents want me to be.” He turns to look at me. “I’m not all about girls. I’ve never been in a serious relationship. I’ve never had sex. I’ve never been to clubs. And I’m not a douche bag!”
He takes a breath in, and then out. “I like Twenty One Pilots, Fall Out Boy, and Arctic Monkeys. My favorite movie is Scream. I like to read horror books in little cafes with a small cup of espresso. I like to skateboard down the sidewalks; I love playing my guitar to Paramore songs and screaming the lyrics as loud as possible. And if you don’t believe that I have feelings for you, well…” He pulls up a screenshot of a conversation with Lemar. “Read this.”
I take his phone and read the texts.
Lemar: who is the most beautiful girl in school?
John: Honestly, Ava freaking Starr.
Lemar: 😂really?
John: Yeah, I wanna make her mine but in the most innocent way possible. I wanna comfort her when she’s not okay, I wanna kiss her under a mistletoe on Christmas, I wanna cuddle her until she’s asleep, I wanna braid her hair, I wanna go to cafe and listen to TV Girl with her talking about small things, I wanna take her to a park and push her on the swing, I want to bake with her every night, I wanna watch horror movies with her at midnight.
John: I just want her.
Lemar: oh dam, boys in love.
I put the phone down and looked into his eyes. His gaze seems so genuine. Like this is actually what he wants.
“Really?” That’s all I can manage to say. Not because I don’t believe him. But because I need it to be true. Because everything he wants, I want, and I have for a while.
“Yes.” he says, voice breathy.
And suddenly my lips are against his. His hand grabs the back of my neck. Mine are holding his face. His hands slid down my body, pulling me onto his lap. We break apart, he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. I giggle and kiss him again. He breaks the kiss and lays me on the bed, kissing my forehead, he lays next to me. Wrapping his arms around me. Holding me. I close my eyes and slowly start to drift off to sleep. This feels right. Everything feels okay when I’m with him.
