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Welcome to the ultalliance, ran by The Archfey (30s, any w/ fem terms). This is a comic-based multifandom multimuse held together by plot convenience! This is a temped pin while we get things sorted over here, but I can't wait to get writing with you all!

I don't normally write men but, thankfully, Phenomaman is an alien and only very loosely a male because it's just what Earth really assigned to him and he just rolled with it. He does not comprehend gender, his species wasn't really Like That. In fact, his very masculine features are, as said, very much "ugly" to his species.

Anyways, I finished (my wife did, I was just backseat gaming) Dispatch, I'm absolutely going to play myself soon.

Anyways, I just wanted to write Pete but knew in my heart that I wouldn't be able to keep him masc for long so I decided to nip that in the bud tbqh.

(ignore the white bars on the left one i fixed that in the psd lmao)

Anyways, yes, Paige Parker is undoubtedly the same Spider-Man that's been swinging through the streets all these years. Once known as Peter Parker, a certain traumatic event forced her to reevaluate herself and find herself. Spider-Man was spotty, if even there, for some time.. until, suddenly, he was back. With a new black look and a certain pep to his step that nobody could place.

What changed, of course, was Paige herself. She'd always felt her most comfortable around women, after all, and with some help? She figured out something vital while she was at her lowest. Coinciding with a certain alien symbiote-related incident, Paige began her transition proper at the same time as acquiring the symbiote.

Adjusting to a new you whilst also housing a Symbiote looking for connection and identity, surprisingly, was a very good cocktail for a more amicable relationship with the alien. The two bonded both physically and mentally, forming a connection that was far healthier than what happened in the mainline universe. There were still rocky times, as there are in any relationship, but Paige views the symbiote as a friend.

It also meant that, due to the timing, the identity of "Spider-Man" didn't have to change in the slightest. Who would think the incredibly masc-presenting wall crawler was really the feminine new woman in town? Certainly not most, of course. Even still, the identity of Spider-Man is something she came to terms with as part of her, for all the good and the bad.

...So what if I told you I was going to pick up another (heavily canon-divergent) Spidey? Would you believe me? Would you grovel and plead for me to stop?

"Ooo, my one year anniversary present is my very own Fist of Khonshu? N'aw, you shouldn't have." I didn't, it was just a funny coincidence. "Oh, don't play coy, you."

It was another day in Metropolis, the summer light bouncing off every piece of glass in this sparkling city and forcing most to have to squint to see past the glare of the sun's rays. For most, such a day in sweltering heat would be torturous, but to the city's very own Superhero, it was likely a boon. Not nearly as weighed down by the summer heat and soaking in the yellow star's rays, Clark Kent would've felt like he was on top of the world. Something that, perhaps, he'd need very soon, even if he was unawares of it just yet.

"Okay, Clark, we've got a big day today."

The sentence came from none other than the Daily Planet's other star reporter: one Lois Lane, busy checking her phone and her daily planner at the same time. Something that became such a habit that Clark occasionally having to steer her from barrelling into someone also became second nature.

"Rumors are saying that Ambassador from Themyscira is visiting our very own city today. If that's true, we've simply got to get that interview! Imagine an exclusive like that, Kent! We'd get a bonus that'd have us set for the year!"

As the two walked-and-talked, it wouldn't be hard for even Lois to notice people running in the other direction. Some even screaming. Lois perking up even more as, just as likely predicted, she too ran toward the danger without so much as a second thought. If there was ever a person as courageous as the nigh-invincible man, it was Lois Lane.

"I always ponder what tyrants think makes them special. In the rare times they've been willing to engage in dialogue, they'll speak of several things.

First, perhaps it is their birthright to be as they are. They'll claim that their parents and their parents' parents were such, and ergo they are allowed the same by virtue of blood. I cannot fault them on that logic, for it makes sense as to how they came to the throne, but it's also so... sad, yes? They truly believe that because of their upbringing, something that must have been so devoid of love, that they are allowed to hurt others. As if that will make up for what was done to them, in some wicked way, when even they know it will not.

Next, they'll likely bring up their 'power'. Whether that be their army, their 'gift' or their technology. I find this one to be superfluous at best. Power is only power when it is 'unmatched' to them, so they will do their utmost to ensure nobody has it but themselves. It is like the Hydra, in a way, they keep hacking off one head and are alarmed when two more take it's place. They will always be seeking to be the one with this 'power', even if there will always be one stronger by their own metrics.

Then we reach the most idiotic of them all, to me, 'wealth'. They think that, because they are the richest of whatever currency, that they surely are the superior. This is the truly most vile, in my opinion, for all their 'effort' is merely getting others to do what they cannot. They know their talents are lacking, so they employ others, yet are unwilling to acknowledge those others as equals. Despite, without them, they would have never gotten to where they are.

Sometimes, in these rare moments, one may surprise me with a different answer, but ultimately, it ends the same way. Whilst these initial dialogues are rare, the next are rarer still.

So few times, I have been able to converse with these people at the end of their long roads, but ultimately, when I do, I will ask them again. What makes them special.

Without fail, these tyrants have not been able to answer, this second time. For their lineage, their 'power', nor their wealth stayed with them to the end. They always lay there, alone, at the final crossroads, and are lost without a guide. For none of these things are permanent, nor do any of these things help any when they truly need that help.

It's a lesson that seems so simple to some, but to these people, it seems impossible for them to grasp. Yet, for all the people they lord over, it seems most all but them have kept something to their final days.