once again feeling the need to remind everyone that spider-man’s first interaction with the fantastic four is him breaking into their home like a criminal and them responding by trapping him under a giant cup
This started off quite simple, and it started out with wanting a non-evil portrayel of the Spider God. It quickly became far too long for me to put fully succinctly.
But it goes something like this:
You are a God of stories. Perhaps you weave them, perhaps you have taken them from others, perhaps you simply annotate in the margins of pre-existent ones. What matters most is that this is how you live - telling tales.
You yourself are a story, in this sense, one believed and beloved. It is through being cherished that you preside over humanity, and through this you grow close to its storytellers. Humanity, and its writers, are your anchor. The more compelling a story, the more your chance of survival.
And then, like any aged tale, you are forgotten. You struggle to remain in the consciousness of the dwindling number that aknowledge you. You exist soley, desperately, in the artifacts they once gifted you. Others come and leave. Others from further prey on the needy, the hungry. Your likeness is sold to the nearest collector for a family's dinner. You can't fault them.
This happens in a cycle, and with every hand you pass between, more of you is lost - names go easy, and easier still, oral tradition. Then its location, context, years lost to the murk of black market archeological sales.
You land in the hands of Norman Osborn's people. You are starving, tired, barely corporeal in the land of the people you once loved. You are an ocean from your inception, in both distance, years, and memory.
And they have the gall to drop you.
With what little you have left, but yet sheer scraps, you manifest and strike out in vengeance. This is not to help you, nor is it strategic - you're furious, betrayed by the slow bleed-out death of culture and the long dream of imperialism. You sink your teeth in. You make quick work of the pawns of one in a long line of fools.
This will not save you.
But in this process, by the whims of this narrative even you are bound to, you chance upon someone else. What is special isn't necessarily who he is, so much as it is what surrounds him. He's motivated, so much that its eating him alive, towards goals you recognize are completely impossible. His idealism will kill him.
But first he will live. And he will live longer than perhaps he would expect - because this story is stubborn, as are you.
It might just be what you need.
And after all, what's more compelling this era than a tragedy?
I love Superior Spiderman so much. He tries to be super serious but instead he comes off super goofy.
Dude has a robot sidekick butler that serves guests that was one of the first Spiderman villains. He has the evil scientist look but everyone just treats him normally. He maniacal evil laughs out of nowhere and people just wonder if he's lost his mind.
He took one look at Peter's life and instantly went back to college to get his PhD AGAIN in Peters body because doctor is in his name, always. He will kill you unless his girlfriend, Anna Maria, said no. Then you're on thin fucking ice. He also drops everything for her instantly even if the city is on fire.
When he became Superior Venom he was ready to murder a guy in cold blood for texting and driving. Whereas normally he just says such things are below him and sends a message to the police to deal with it instead.
Despite being one of Spiderman's greatest villains, he started recruiting Spidermen from the Spiderverse to save the Spiderverse from vampires. He led them and organized the whole thing. Multiple times. He even became 1048 (Insomniac) Spidermans friend WHILE 1048 KNEW FULL WELL HE WAS OTTO OCTAVIUS.
He's so un threatening. Everyone just thinks Peter's back in his jerk era. He straight up quit the Avengers and they never even figured out what the hell was up with "spiderman" at that time. They barely even bat an eye.
I haven't gotten to this point in the comics yet but he names himself fucking Elliot Tolliver.
He's great.
This is my discomfort character I want to see them in unimaginable pain
NO YES I GET YOU BECAUSE I ALSO LOVE HIM AND I DONT KNOW WHY
someone remind me why the hell i imprinted on jean dewolfe the way i did, like?? my man has like two comic panels and zero context. 99% of what i write about him and include about his past and actions and thoughts and person is made up. by me. and just plain not supported by canon at best. 99% of the people i surround him with are also made up. this stupid little man i still living in my brain anyway