Y/n into the spider-verse

Team:The Arachnids 

Jumper: once an ordinary spider, found himself forever changed when he unwittingly encountered your blood. The crimson liquid seeped into his tiny form, triggering a metamorphosis that defied nature's laws. His once-fragile exoskeleton thickened, veins pulsating with newfound strength. Eyes that once saw only shadows now perceived the intricate weave of fate itself.
As the mutagenic energy coursed through his eight legs, Jumper's instincts sharpened. He became attuned to the ebb and flow of the mystical currents that permeated your world. His spinnerets wove not just silk, but threads of destiny—each strand a bridge between realms, each web a map of hidden truths.
Jumper's loyalty to you, burned brighter than the sun. He scurried alongside you, a silent sentinel, guarding against unseen threats. When foes emerged—be they monstrous beasts or treacherous sorcerers—Jumper leaped into action. His venom, now infused with remnants of your essence, carried a potency that defied reason. A single bite could paralyze a dragon or unravel a curse woven by ancient gods.
But it wasn't just physical prowess that set Jumper apart. His newfound connection to your blood granted him glimpses of your past and future. In dreams, he witnessed battles yet unfought, whispered secrets, and the ache of your unspoken desires. He wove these visions into his webs, creating a tapestry of prophecy that fluttered in the wind like forgotten memories.
And so, Y/n, the warrior and the mutated spider forged an unbreakable bond. Together, you navigated the shifting sands of destiny, leaving footprints where none had tread. Jumper's eight eyes reflected determination, mirroring your own. For in this world of gods and magic, where alliances crumbled like ancient statues, he remained steadfast—a testament to the power of blood, loyalty, and the extraordinary paths woven by fate.

Psycho Spider: a unique and enigmatic character, wields the power of psychokinesis—a formidable ability that allows him to manipulate objects using the sheer force of his mind. Yet, this extraordinary gift comes at a price: when his spider sense activates, it temporarily fades into the shadows, leaving him vulnerable.
Picture him standing amidst the chaos, his eyes ablaze with determination. The air crackles as he lifts debris, cars, and even adversaries, orchestrating a symphony of destruction. His mind dances with the weight of skyscrapers, and the city trembles under his influence.
But what of his spider sense? That primal instinct, the guardian of danger, now dulled. As he bends reality to his will, he forfeits the very warning that once kept him alive. The tingling at the nape of his neck—the whisper of impending peril—fades into silence.
In the heart of battle, Psycho Spider grapples with this paradox. Is it hubris or necessity that drives him? Does he embrace his newfound dominion, heedless of the cost? Or does he yearn for the return of his spider sense, that primal tether to survival?