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SPIDERMAN—AN UPRISING!

Spiderman! The beloved, friendly neighbourhood web slinger. Cruising through the city in red and blue, utterly naïve and narrow minded on the scope of his prowess. Disappointingly content on remaining a street level brawler. Not his alternate though. Oh noo~ Zalack El Jaar is someone –not a nobody– from a different world altogether. Who crawled his way up the rotten systems of humanity with his bare hands, strangling every rat along the way. An excellent Apex from a dog–eat–dog reality who so happens to grasp at his second life. Would this old dog finally learn new skills? Or would the world burn in its attempt to domesticate a beast? . . . ________________ Author's Note! ________________ All credit of the original Spiderman to those whom claim him on official clauses. I am not a translator, this story is solely my own creation(within fanfiction protection ofc). Hence, you ought not to fret, neither bother me about ‘RAWS'! Moving on; I attest to your expectations as per the tags I've laid out for this work. Shall we proceed to the blueprints then? /\_/\_/\_/\____ • To those of you whom overly glaze the swinging spandex mascot, I sadly announce to you that none of that shall be happening. As is my due (as a 3rd POV writer) Peter B. Parker shall have his screen time, but do not forget...he is NOT the major MC. Let's just hope I don't get rid of him on a random Monday. • If you're weak to gore, tread carefully, please. I shall be dumping random human anatomy facts. Yes, you shall know the taste of your spleen. • And I'm no Japanese writer either. We shan't have none of that weak-mentality cardboard character BS in here. Expect spiced up Character interactions. • The characters will not be based off of their MCU counterparts (because I personally don't enjoy reading through creepy kinks ‘some' fans portray on said actors.) • This will be a slow-burn type of fic. Hence, if you're a fanatic of constant spandex fan service, please leave calmly. This is not minecraft, I intend to build this house on solid foundations. • You and I both are disgusted with the overuse of AI on this platform. Two words, mate. I Gatchu! • There wouldn't be daily updates for a variety of reasons. One of them is that; I am worming my way into a Patreon (sub if you deem this worth your time and eventually, make it rain green). Btw, English is not my first Language. ( /\ ~ /\ )
Ratatouille_Lvl999 · 22.7k Views

Marvel: God of Spotlight, The Homelander

"I am not Superman. I am Homelander." The whisper was an internal prayer, a caustic reassurance. Outside the glass tower, the world saw only the Homelander, the Icon, the Man Who Flew the Bomb. They saw the perfect, smiling face of the hero who, in the chaos of the Battle of New York, carried a nuclear warhead through the wormhole and saved a city. The cheers from the streets below—the deafening, worldwide adoration—were the fuel for his ascension. He was crowned their king, a savior in star-spangled spandex. In this new reality, fame wasn't just influence; it was power. He had a system now: the Superstar System. The higher the popularity, the stronger the abilities. It was a viciously simple contract, one he embraced completely. "Matt," he purred into the spotlight, curing the blind lawyer's eyes on live television. "Your city needs an icon, not a devil. Let the light in." He assembled his own team—a perfectly marketed, perfectly managed Super Seven—with Spider-Man now running PR and Daredevil as his reformed protégé. Every action was a performance; every enemy, a prop. When the news of a purple alien named Thanos reached his gilded penthouse, Azu smiled, a blinding, dangerous flash for the cameras. "Thanos," he murmured, the adoration of billions surging through his veins, making his skin feel like charged steel. His eyes flared with a dazzling red light that promised annihilation. "I heard you're going to wipe out half of my fans?" He was trapped in the Marvel universe, now its most powerful celebrity. And the show had only just begun.
HeroicVerse · 1.5m Views