Chapter 9: Themiscyra.
(Thomas' P.O.V)
The cabin of the invisible jet was quiet. No turbulence. No roaring engines. Just altitude, hum, and space.
I sat across from Wonder Woman, blood still dried around the edges of her armor, a healing burn stretching across her jaw. She hadn’t said a word since we took off.
Neither had I.
For a while, the silence was enough.
But eventually, I had to ask.
“You know I tampered with your mind. You were und...
Chapter 33: Make Me.(the sequel. Ifykyk)
(Damian's P.O.V)
It was just past noon.
The coffee shop sat at the corner of a quiet block not far from Gotham Academy, modest in size and dimly lit by vintage bulbs and dusty windows.
Jason liked the place, calling it neutral ground. I didn’t care either way—just needed Helena to show up with the information she'd promised.
Cassandra and I were seated in a booth toward the back. Jason had one leg up on the oppos...
Chapter 32: Huntress.
(General P.O.V)
Detention at Gotham Academy wasn’t like public school. No chalkboards with “I will not throw yogurt” written fifty times. No janitors glaring over mops. It was just an empty classroom, seven desks, and one very bored faculty monitor scrolling through her phone at the front.
Damian sat in the back, slouched in his chair with arms crossed. Cassandra sat beside him, arms folded tighter than his, glaring hard.
“You’re the...
Chapter 36: Wrath of Loth.
(General P.O.V)
The chamber of the Wizengamot was unrecognizable. Charred stone and twisted metal hung in the air, frozen by residual magic from the several hundred spells cast by panicked Wizards.
At the center of the room, loghtning streaks surged from Loth, scarring the shattered tiles of the execution platform.
Remnants of the Fiendfyre lingered around him, the radiant blue flames licking the ruined seats where once wizards passed j...
Which is more powerful between these two abilities.
Messed up the third option and I can't edit it. Just read as, They're basically the same.
2025-06-24 21:21:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Been long since my last release schedule. Absolute Spiderman is over btw. Here's this week's upload schedule:-
Wed:- Anodite Mage in PJO( will come with an important poll)
Thur:- Absolute Symbiote Chapter 9 & 10.
Frid:- Anodite Mage in PJO & Damian Wayne.
Sat & Sun:- Absolute Mutant: Reality Warper SI 10 chapters (Kinda excited for this one ngl)
Chapter 8: Tragic Irony.
(Thomas’ P.O.V)
It started like it always does with the League—precise, clinical, confident.
The moment I moved, J’onn hit me with a psionic pulse that rattled my bones. He didn’t hesitate. He knew who I was now. What I was.
Carnage surged forward, ready to counter. We barely got a foot of traction before Miss Martian intercepted. She launched a blast that sent Diana who had lunged at Manhunter crashing into the opposite wall.
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Thomas and Carnage from my Absolute Symbiote fic.
2025-06-23 21:24:38 +0000 UTC View PostRegeneration has always been one of my favorite powers. Who would win between these regenerators?
2025-06-21 17:03:42 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 10: The Absolutely Amazing Spiderman.
(Peter’s P.O.V)
Prowler’s voice cut through the dark like a blade.
“Electro—get down here! The rest of you, eyes open. He's coming.”
I was already there.
They just hadn’t looked high enough.
Glass shattered above them—skylight exploding inward as the glider tore through the ceiling, scattering shards across the pool deck in a rain of glittering chaos.
I heard the shout.
“Let l...
Chapter 9: The Devil in the Walls.
(General P.O.V)
The penthouse was silent.
Somewhere above the skyline of Hell’s Kitchen, Wilson Fisk—Kingpin of New York—was getting dressed. Not with help. Not with ceremony. Just careful, deliberate movement.
White cuffs. Gold pins. Black jacket pressed so sharply it might as well have been armor. Every piece chosen, each button snapped into place like it mattered.
He stood before a mirror. Didn’t look at himself....
Chapter 8: Consequences.
(General P.O.V)
Peter handed Electro off to the cops with barely a word, disappearing into the chaos before the questions could start. A few weblines later, he was three rooftops away, crouched low and running off adrenaline.
But something was wrong.
The hairs on his arms stood up. His Spider Sense didn’t buzz, but something else—intuition, maybe—itched at the back of his neck.
He stopped on a rooftop near 14th, dead quiet, n...
Chapter 7: New Ability.
(General P.O.V)
Three weeks since Totem’s debut, and Peter had just won his first house match.
Not a fake win either—this one was scripted in his favor. Quick pin. Clean finish. Crowd roaring like he was the second coming of Lucha Libre.
He didn’t care much about the belt. The envelope in his duffel bag was what mattered. Rent. Groceries. A pair of pink boots for May's fourth birthday present, aware she would absolutely love them as P...
Chapter 6: Enter the Totem.
(General P.O.V)
The locker room was quiet. Just buzzing lights overhead and the kind of stale sweat smell that never really washes out of concrete.
Peter sat on the bench, staring at the System interface glowing faintly in front of him. It didn’t talk anymore—no voice, no missions—just a floating list of his unlocked abilities.
Still tracking him. Still alive in its own quiet way. He scrolled through the entries one by one, whis...
Chapter 5: Wrestling Gig.
(Peter’s P.O.V)
I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all.
Dreams blurred together. Fire. Claws. That sound—the Lizard’s neck hitting stone. I sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes before even moving.
Eventually, I made it to the table.
Gwen had already made toast. May was half-asleep in her booster seat, chewing on a banana slice like it owed her money.
The TV was already on. Local news. Volume low.
Learning a new skill. Don't worry bout it.
For Context, Fixed Point represents our responsibilities and duties like Family and Work.
On the other hand, Fixations are our Addictions and Hobbies.
The clouds of Fixations try to blow us away but we're anchored onto our Fixed point.
An eternal struggle of Personal Freedom vs Meaningful Purpose.
Chapter 7: The Riddler's Genius.
(Thomas’s P.O.V)
The bioship landed with barely a whisper.
Its doors slid open. STAR Labs gleamed in the daylight—sterile and sprawling, humming with too much surveillance and not enough trust.
I was the first to step out. The Lasso of Truth was still wrapped around me. Tight and pulsing with magic.
Carnage’s voice stirred deep in my consciousness.
("You sure this’ll work?")
I could feel Miss Martian'...
(General P.O.V)
Day broke across Gotham slower than Damian would’ve liked, but he and Cassandra had an excuse: breakfast mattered today.
Jason was busy surveying and reinforcing the safe house's security for their extended stay. So Damian took Cassandra out for what he called a “special recon mission.”
They hunted down a modest diner in the East End—one Damian frequented as a kid. Simple, but the milkshakes? “They’re so good,” Damian said with a grin, ...
Chapter 6: Along Came A Bat.
(General P.O.V)
Batman stepped through the doorway first.
He looked down at the body—then at what remained of the Joker’s head in Carnage’s tendril- the Symbiote having spit it out after that awful first bite.
“No,” he whispered.
Carnage held it a little higher, showing off the crooked teeth and frozen grin.
“What’s the matter?” Thomas asked. “You wanted him locked up so he could escape again? Kill more ...
Chapter 5: Arkham Raid.
(General P.O.V)
Arkham stood like a monument to failure.
Thomas watched it from the roof of a neighboring building—rusted ventilation units at his feet, old rain stains on the ledge. The sky above was low and gray. The asylum sat behind a thick wall of fencing and reinforced stone, with security patrols cycling every four minutes.
Carnage stayed silent for once.
After three cycles, Thomas finally spoke. “Front entrance is too obvi...
Chapter 30: Trouble at Home.
(Damian's P.O.V)
Jason’s apartment looked even worse than before—broken glass still on the floor, furniture barely standing, a dried pool of blood by the hallway door. We’d just stepped back in, trying to gather ourselves after the diner mess, when I made a straight line for the fridge.
Empty. Mostly.
One last can of Pringles sat at the top shelf.
Mine.
I popped the lid and leaned against the fridge door, already c...
Chapter 4: What Are We Now?
(Ruin's P.O.V)
I made it out of the diner before collapsing.
The air outside felt heavy. My stomach churned. My legs barely moved straight. I kept thinking—it’s just the human body. I’m not used to it. That’s all.
But something was wrong. Neither regeneration nor shapeshifting helped. And I couldn't discard the body- my symbiotic form seemingly stuck in a prison of weak flesh and bones.
My muscles locked up. My skin burne...
Chapter 35: The Avatar of Ragnarok.
(Loth’s P.O.V)
I knew I was dreaming the moment I stepped foot on the obsidian floor.
The air was too still. Too dense. The towering pillars of bone and black crystal hummed with deathly silence, and the throne before me radiated pressure like a collapsing star. The shadows here didn’t just darken—they swallowed.
Hades sat slouched on his throne, clad in regal darkness, staring ahead at something I couldn’t see. His hand...
Chapter 4: The Lizard.
(Peter’s P.O.V)
I wasn’t expecting to get called in.
Not after six sick days, two rescheduled reports, and the head of my department emailing me "?" with no subject line.
But the summons came anyway.
All staff. Mandatory meeting. Conference Hall A. 8:00 AM sharp.
I kissed Gwen and May goodbye, threw on a clean button-up, and rode the subway, like I wasn’t capable of shooting out webs from my wrists.
Harry was wai...
Chapter 3: Absolute Penalty.
(Peter’s POV)
The red dot led me down 41st Street.
I ran through the crosswalks, past honking traffic, vaulting over hydrants and trash bins. Two cop cars screamed by on my left, sirens cutting through the air. I beat them through the next light.
My lungs burned with bottomless energy— it was actually a struggle not to increase my speed.
By the time I reached 7th Avenue, the crowd thickened. Midtown Mercy loomed a few more bl...
Chapter 3: Ruin In Gotham.
(General P.O.V)
The Watchtower was silent—ten heroes seated around the central conference table, the light from the Earth below casting long shadows across the room.
Superman stood at the head. Captain Atom had just finished his account.
“I gave him a chance,” Atom said, arms crossed, his voice flat. “He said shoot. So I did. I hit the bioship with a low-yield quantum burst, just enough to vaporize the core without tearing a hole ...
Chapter 2: Ruin on Earth.
(General P.O.V)
J’onn J’onzz sat alone in the cockpit of his Martian bioship, arms resting on his knees, head bowed low.
The ship moved on autopilot, gliding smoothly through the cold black between Mars and Earth. Its systems responded to J’onn’s mental commands, but he hadn’t issued any since they left orbit.
He was trying to center himself.
Coming back to Mars had been a mistake.
He thought he was ready to face wh...
This and Absolute Spiderman will be uploaded hand in hand.
Synopsis: A symbiote falls on Mars, is experimented on and after the Martian Genocide escapes. And It's very hungry.
Chapter 1: Ruin On Mars.
(General P.O.V)
Mars was dead. Not in theory. Not in spirit. Literally dead. The kind of dead that didn’t even rot anymore.
The war between Green and White Martians hadn’t just broken the planet.
It had exposed something deeper—something undergr...
Chapter 2: Absolute Guider.
(Peter's P.O.V)
I didn’t move for maybe a full minute.
Just sat there, staring at the glowing screen hovering in midair like it had always been there. Solid but not. Floating but anchored. It looked digital, but it felt alive.
My first thought was that I was dreaming. Or dying of radiation. Or finally cracking under the pressure of parenting, bio-labs, and experimental spider venom.
I whispered, “What the hell are you?”
...
Synopsis: 17 year old Peter Parker was never bitten by the irradiated spider to become Spiderman. In fact, that fateful school trip to Oscorp would inspire him to pursue a carreer in bio-science. 10 years later, he's working a good job, is married to the love of his life, Gwen Stacy and even has a 3 year old daughter, May Day Parker.
Things are looking up for him but destiny has a way of always catching up and he's bitten by a new generation of Irradiated Spider. But ...