S-Force

Welcome Web Warriors and heroes of Marvel! While Director Fury is handling Superior SHIELD, I decided to take the next step by recruiting the next generation of heroes and reformed villains so that they can unlock their true potential; their "ultimate" selves. The reason why I chose to name our organization "S-Force" is solely because of what "S" stands for to me; Spidey, SHIELD, Superheroes, and Saving lives. More importantly, in some cultures, "S" stands for Hope and who better to provide said hope than the heroes and reformed villains of tomorrow. So feel free to join us on our countless adventures in crime-fighting because this place was founded BY young heroes FOR them to be free.

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Alternate universe where the Spider-Slayers are the Slingers, who were kidnapped off the street and given powers before they could form on their own.

Ghost-Spider is Cassie St Commons, “Dusk” to her friends. A trans femme goth girl, her powers as G-S match up with her mainstream counterpart with the addition of wall crawling. Shes calm and collected, more of a loner bit always there for her friends when she needs to be. She’s not dead, she’s not alive. She’s something else

Goliath Spider is Ritchie Gilmore. A former wrestling student with a lot to prove and the strength to do it. He’s not only super headstrong, with the muscle to accompany it, he can now turn his skin into organic steel. He claims to be the leader, but he’s more brash and arrogant with a lot to learn

Bone-Spider is Johnny Gallo. Already a super powered mutant with almost perfect spider-like powers, Johnny had bio organic spikes and spurs implanted in his body. He is a flirt, but nervous behind his mask, afraid his new form will scare others

And the fourth… oh Eddie… Eddie McDoughnah had been a gifted intellect, a skilled mechanic. He had wanted to build a mechanical wing suit to help those around him. Unfortunately not only did his heart stop during the procedure, the biochemistry injected into him caused his cells to turn to dust. He was designed to be the Kaine to his enemies Abel.

They had been taken in to this government facility. They were modified, extremely, trained heavily. They were to be government weapons, spies, assassins. But when they witnessed Eddie perish, they fled. Into a world filled with supers. They were on their own, runaways, vagabonds, nomads.

[sanesaviour]

what do you think the team was like before they became heroes?

It depends because each of them became hero/got superpowers at different age

Peter was big science nerd, big science enthusiast, very shy and quiet teen,... with superpowers also grew his confidence and he became more outgoing, made lot of new friends and overal became more social

Danny's life before being hero was all about training with monks to become one

for Sam there was nearly no change personality vise, he used to be exact same as with superpowers, maybe little less loud... he used to skate and spend lot of time outside due to wanting avoid his home, especially his father... also I think he was little bit of loner, just trying to find some peace without getting disturbed

Luke was problematic lol, I actually like the version in which Luke joins some gang for while and then changes his mind like "don't wanna be bad anymore, now we good"

Ava was happier, less stressed,... she didnt know about her father being white tiger at the moment, so she would wonder why he is so often away from home, but still she would spend good amount of time with him

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Second-Stringers

Since it's been a while since I've done one of these, here's another team lineup piece I did for the substitute Avengers of Earth-982.

Avengers

Oliver Osnick/Steel Spider

Jubilation Lee/Jubilee

Richard Rider/Nova

Robbie Baldwin/Speedball

Helen Takahama/Jolt

Hope you like it!

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Commission: A Small Request by Amenoosa on DeviantArt

Commission: A Small Request — artwork by Amenoosa on DeviantArt. Commission for SuperSaiyanD https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14315975/3/The-Iro

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Luke Cage redesigned by me by HottubUSA on DeviantArt

Luke Cage redesigned by me — artwork by HottubUSA on DeviantArt. To redesign him, I took into account details from his original design, such

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Elektra as Daredevil on Comic Blank by RandyGreen on DeviantArt

Elektra as Daredevil on Comic Blank — artwork by RandyGreen on DeviantArt. Published: 2022-11-01 · Likes: 170 · Views: 13656 · Comments: 3 ·

[sanesaviour]

I did the thing

behold- gender swap ultimates✨✨

I tried to keep the most significant parts of their designs like Luke’s short hair, Ava’s ponytail or Peter’s curtain bangs, but gave it my own twist

also I changed their names a bit

I’m curious which one is your favourite, mine is probably Samantha or Petra

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[fadetouched]

Ultimate Spiderman: 2x08 -Danny Rand as Spider-Man “Yes! It is I, the Spider-Man! It is as I always say: with great power comes inner peace, oneness and tranquillity. Plus I shoot webs!”

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Ultimate Spider-Man - Great Responsibility

[peterparkerprotectionposse]

How can anyone say usm peter doesn’t take anything seriously when this happens in literally the second episode

[sanesaviour]

New warriors

tbh I like more in concept than how they ve been done in the show, but that’s just my opinion

in my version I would make them appear only from time to time… separately from each other OR I would make them like the second shields team, so ultimates would have rivals… tbh I think original team would be called Ultimates and this New Warriors by public and I think New Warriors would be formed 1,5 - 2 years after ultimates, they would be bit older so they would have better start overall and grow on popularity pretty fast what would make ultimates bit jealous (is anyone even surprised?)

so I think leader of New Warriors would be Cloak, he has most experience in my version, he is very tactical and cautious, often acts as protector of his team, that’s why I think he would be perfect rival for spiderman, since they both carry that moral burden of leadership role,…

Dagger would be second in command, she is very good in keeping balance in everything, and is also cloaks right hand (and he loves her ofc)… her perfect rival would be White Tiger and they would take word rivalry to the whole new level,… I think Ava would start it actually, she would push ultimates to their maximum to “defend their place as shields number one team”, so naturally after that dagger would push New Warriors to step up their game too… also this would be kinda ironic because Ava sometimes complain about being the only girl on team but when new team with two other girls appears, she doesn’t try to befriend them and immediately sees dagger as competition… I guess this would be commentary on how successful women are often forced to compete with each other

Triton would be probably Iron Fists rival, like they are both skilled, disciplined fighters… and also from “different place”… but I don’t think they would dislike each other, it would be more like friendly rivalry

Squirrel girl is perfect rival for nova, not lore vise or power vise but lather vibe vise… they are both wildcard/pranksters of the teams, so I think they would just pull pranks at each other (or others team),… now when I think about it they would be also fun together during some training arc, the both have really fast movements so it would make sense for them to be paired up together during training sessions

Last one is Kazar… and only one left for him is Luke… tbh I don’t think neither of them would engage in some kind of rivalry with each other, so I think they would just stand there and what their teammates fight and be like “are they like this all the time” “yep, what about your teammates?” “Pretty much same”

Both teams would fight over under who’s protection the specific areas are (under shields lol but both teams believe it’s under theirs)

But yea, after few missions they would like each other more ofc

[sanesaviour]

what would happen if sam took one of his pranks or jokes too far and hurt someone (emotionally or physically)

It depends on who would fall for his prank:

1. Peter

emotionally - good mission accomplished

physically - would laugh at first but after realizing what he had done he would freak out, he would try to do something but would not be able since he would freak out about what he done

2. Ava

emotionally - she would not talk to him for week, he would have to SINCERELY apologize to her 100 times before she would forgive him, and probably buy he some apology gift too

physically - he would be dead man, not because she would kill him but rest of the team would, when it comes to Avas well being they are very protective

3. Luke

emotionally - he would get "not cool man", Luke won't be mad about it but rather disappointed and would let Sam feel it until he would finally realize his mistakes apologize

physically - he can't do that lol

4. Danny

emotionally - Danny,being calm, might withdraw or go silent rather than lash out, rest of the team, especially Luke and Peter would likely call Sam out for crossing a line

physically - he would afterwards challenge Sam to a sparring match, not out of anger, but to help him understand weight of his actions or learn self-control

in general is Sam would do anything like that it would mean:

- Sam being called out for his actions by rest of the team

- trust within the team might be shaken

- Sam's guilt arc

- Sam learning his lesson

- Sam possibly overcompensating or becoming overly cautious to show he’s learned his lesson to others

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“Light Meets Shadow” Setting: Horizon Labs Rooftop, New York City — Midnight.

Rain hums softly against the roof as thunder rumbles over Manhattan. Striker stands near the edge of the roof, jacket unzipped, lightning dancing faintly between his fingertips. Veil appears beside him — emerging from the mist like a whisper.

Before either can speak, a bright flare of magenta light splits the clouds.

Julie Power, a.k.a. Lightspeed, descends — energy wings unfurled, boots clanking against the slick metal surface. She shakes her hair loose and grins.

Striker (smirking): “You just can’t resist a dramatic entrance, can you?” Julie: “I could say the same about you, Sparky. You light up the skyline every time you’re brooding.”

She turns her gaze toward Veil — assessing, curious, but not unkind. Veil’s misty form coalesces slightly, her outline glowing faintly silver beneath the moonlight.

Julie (tilting her head): “So this is her, huh? The infamous mystery girl who managed to keep Jonas from setting something on fire for an entire week.” Veil (dryly): “Two weeks, actually.” Julie: “Impressive. He usually can’t go forty-eight hours without a small explosion.”

Striker sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

Striker: “Julie, this is Veil. Veil, Julie Power — interplanetary peacekeeper, cosmic powerhouse, and the only person I’ve ever met who can out-sass Captain Marvel.” Julie (grinning): “Flattery noted. Might even believe some of it.”

Julie: “Alright, Veil. Tell me something — what do you see in him?” Veil (pausing): “Someone who’s still learning to believe he’s more than his power set. Someone trying to be better, not just stronger.” Julie (nodding slowly): “Good answer.” Striker: “Wait, was this—were you testing her?” Julie: “Of course I was. I’ve seen you crash and burn enough to know you need someone grounded.” Veil (smirking faintly): “Then we’re both experiments in progress.”

Julie chuckles, visibly impressed.

Julie: “You’ve got bite. I like that.”

A sudden rip in the sky — a tear of crimson light — opens above them, spilling energy into the air.

Veil instinctively phases, her body turning to vapor as debris scatters. Striker charges his hands with lightning, and Julie rockets upward, tracing the anomaly with glowing contrails.

Julie (shouting over comms): “Dimensional instability — I’m detecting an echo from the Negative Zone!” Striker: “That’s a Friday night for us.” Veil (focused): “If it’s leaking through, we can contain it — but I’ll need someone on the other side to close it off!” Julie: “Guess that’s me.”

Without hesitation, Julie dives through the rift, her light illuminating the chaos beyond — streaks of red and black swirling through her wake.

Veil’s misty arms extend upward, holding the rift open just long enough for her to stabilize it.

Striker channels his lightning into her mist, merging electricity and ether like an improvised circuit.

The portal collapses — a shockwave of light and fog rippling across the skyline.

When it clears, Julie reappears, landing between them — slightly scorched, but smiling.

Julie (catching her breath): “Well… that’s one way to meet the girlfriend.” Veil (grinning softly): “You make a good first impression.” Striker (relieved): “You both terrify me, by the way.” Julie: “You love it.” Striker: “...Yeah, maybe.”

Julie steps forward, placing a glowing hand on Veil’s shoulder.

Julie: “You’ve got his back. I can see that. He’s lucky.” Veil (quietly): “So am I.”

A long pause — then Julie smirks again, her usual warmth returning.

Julie: “Alright, I officially approve. Don’t make me regret it.” Striker: “You’re acting like my older sister.” Julie: “Please. If I were your sister, I’d have grounded you three dimensions ago.”

They laugh — all three of them — standing against the skyline as the storm clears, stars faintly visible between passing clouds.

Veil: “You think this is the part where the credits roll?” Striker: “Nah. This is just the pilot.”

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Last Night, Last Time: A Flash Thompson Mini Fic

The morning Delilah left, the camp was still half-asleep. A gray-blue haze hung over everything, the kind that made the world feel quieter than it really was. Flash stirred just enough to notice the absence before he fully woke—the space beside him already cold.

For a second, he thought maybe she’d just stepped out. Then he saw the note. Folded carefully. Set where she knew he’d find it. Flash sat up slowly, already feeling that dull, familiar weight settle in his chest. Not panic. Not shock. Just… knowing. He picked it up. It read:

Flash, Orders came in late. I had to move out before sunrise. Didn’t want to wake you. You actually looked peaceful for once—figured I shouldn’t ruin that.

There was a small smudge in the ink, like she’d paused there.

You already know I hate long goodbyes. So I’ll keep this simple.

Take care of yourself. That’s not a suggestion.

And… in case we don’t get another quiet moment like the ones we had

I’m really glad it was you.

—Delilah

Flash let out a slow breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. There was something else, too—not written, but felt. He lifted a hand to his forehead without thinking. That’s when he noticed it. A faint warmth, lingering just enough to imagine it.

A kiss.

He closed his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmured to the empty space. “Me too.” He wasn’t surprised. That was the part that hurt the most. They had both known what this was. What it could become. You didn’t make promises like forever out here—not out loud. You held onto moments instead. And hoped.

The report came three days later. It wasn’t dramatic. No buildup. No warning. Just a voice calling his name. A piece of paper. A tone that said everything before the words even landed. K.I.A. Flash didn’t react right away.

He just stood there, staring at nothing, like if he stayed still enough, the world might correct itself. “She was one of the best we had,” someone said. “I’m sorry.” Flash nodded, but the words didn’t reach him. Not really. Because all he could see was her—leaning against that crate, calm and steady. Teasing him. Grounding him. Alive.

His hands clenched. “She doesn’t get to just be… a report,” he said quietly. No one argued.

The flight home felt longer than anything he’d endured overseas. Not because of distance. Because of what he carried. Flash sat rigid the entire time, uniform pressed, jaw tight, eyes fixed forward. Every instinct in him wanted to look away—to not face the reality of what he was escorting. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Delilah Blake deserved more than that.

Her family home was quiet. Too quiet. Flash stood at the door for a long moment before knocking. When it opened, he felt something inside him crack. Standing there was her sister—Daphne Blake. For a split second, he saw Delilah in her. Same eyes. Same strength, just worn differently. And then the understanding hit her.

Her expression didn’t shatter. It didn’t collapse. It tightened. “…You served with her,” Daphne said, voice steady in a way that took effort. Flash nodded once. “Yes, ma’am.”

A pause.

She didn’t ask the question. She didn’t have to. Flash swallowed, every word feeling heavier than anything he’d carried before. “I brought her home.” That was it. That was the moment everything became real. Daphne closed her eyes, just for a second. When she opened them again, they were glassy—but focused. “Thank you,” she said softly. Not why. Not how. Just… thank you. Because she understood what that meant.

Later, after everything that needed to be said was said, Flash stood alone for a moment. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded note, worn now from being opened too many times.

His thumb traced the edge of it. “You told me to take care of myself,” he muttered quietly. A faint, bittersweet smile flickered across his face. “I’m trying.” The wind shifted gently, brushing past him. For a second—just a second—it almost felt like that morning again. Like something warm against his forehead. Flash closed his eyes, holding onto it. Not the loss. Not the report. Just her. And the quiet, real thing they had built—something that didn’t disappear, even now.