Y/N becomes the hero Blue Beetle after an alien scarab bonds with him, granting him a powerful suit of armor

Max Morales never meant to become a monster. After being bitten by a spider that crawled out of a cult's failed summoning ritual, Max gained incredible abilities - agility, webbing, strength - along with something far worse: infernal power fueled by rage and guilt. When his temper spiraled out of control and innocent lives were lost in a blaze of hellfire, Max died believing he deserved damnation. Hell agreed. Now reborn as the demon known as Hell Spider, Max swings through Pentagram City's skyline, stalking predators, crime lords, and abusive overlord enforcers.

This is some fanart and comics I did for the story "The Pop Star and the Violinist" by WingZero245

Rick's eldest grandson is more like him than his father

"Why fit in when you were born to stand out?" - Dr. Seuss

Y/n is a guy with a unique arsenal slugs ready to take the caverns by storm with his formidable slug slinging skills

Life couldn't get any worse for young Y/N. He was a loser with a shitty job, a terrible landlord and a cheating ex to top it all off. Just when he thought he had hit rock bottom, he got fired from his job. Feeling hopeless and alone, Y/N contemplated his future. Until Y/N was just walking home from his shitty day at work, feeling utterly miserable, when he stumbled upon something extraordinary - a magical mask. As soon as he put it on, his entire world shifted. In a flash of light, he transformed into a green-skinned, bald, cartoonish figure known as Mask.

Y/N L/N Is Seeking A New Beginning, After Everything That Went Down In New York He Needs A New Life. Needs A Second Chance. The Phoenix Program Is Offering Him One. A Chance To Redeem Himself And The Actions He Committed That Led To So Much Misery. ATTENTION: Pictures, GIFs, and even characters in this story are not owned by me. And I do NOT claim ownership of any Pictures, GIFs, or characters unless created by me, in which the viewers will be told of this ownership.