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hobiebrownismygod · 2 years ago

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So on one of my recent posts about Hobie, I got this comment from @unnecessary-account and I thought it was really interesting.

Miles has a connection with the Prowler

That's already been established (Prowler Miles)

We know that Uncle Aaron was the Prowler and he was a 'bad guy' and all that. We know that the Prowler in ITSV was supposed to be a bad guy, with his scary theme, the fact that he worked for Kingpin, and the fact that he was trying to kill Miles until he found out who was under the mask.

But the Hobie Brown Prowler is different.

Hobie Brown was a really smart kid who grew up in a really crappy family. His father left when he was a baby and his mom was an alcoholic. He had 9 siblings and all of them were basically forced to raise themselves.

In order to support himself, he became a window-cleaner who used his intellect to build gadgets to make his job easier. When he was eventually fired, he turned to a life of crime, where he would steal money from the Daily Bugle.

But after a confrontation with Spider-man, he realizes this life of crime sucks and he actually becomes an anti-hero. Spider-man even comes to him for help every once in a while and Hobie joins the Silver Sable group, a group of anti-hero mercenaries that includes Sandman.

"The Prowler gives me control over my own life-- and power. Power I can use to protect the helpless."

The Prowler Issue #1

The Prowler gives Hobie power over himself and his identity

It gives him control over his own life and his own future

Now lets connect this to Spiderman Hobie

Hobie advocates for freedom and free speech. He would want people to have control over themselves and their future. He actively fights against a fascist dictatorship in order to provide human rights for all the citizens of London

Being Spider-man means having the freedom to do these things

Having that mask on means being the voice of the people

That's what being Spider-man is to Spiderman Hobie

Now lets connect this to Miles

The first thought Miles has when he sees Hobie is "Damn. He's way cooler than me."

He's jealous of Hobie, not just cuz he's close with Gwen, but because he's an older boy who knows what he wants, does what he wants, and doesn't have to worry about other people's perceptions of him.

He's the definition of cool

Miles in the meanwhile is struggling to balance his classes, struggling to keep his identity a secret and feeling completely alone in his world

He's struggling with anxiety, panic attacks, maybe even a little bit of depression from what we saw in The Spider Within

He's struggling with the meaning of Spider-man

He's working so hard to protect his city, help the helpless, to fill those shoes that the original Peter Parker left behind. Hobie Brown's Prowler does the same thing, where he takes inspiration from Spider-man to fuel himself and his goals

Miles doesn't have control over his own life. At the end of ATSV, he doesn't even have control over his own future or his own fate.

Hobie Brown wanted control and power. Hobie Brown became the Prowler to have control and power.

Miles Morales wants control and power. Miles is fighting against his canon event because he needs that control over his future and he needs that power in his life.

Because both Spider-man and the Prowler are good people that have been put in tough situations.

And both of them want control over their own lives

Miles and the Hobie Brown Prowler share that connection. Spider-man in general shares that connection with the Prowler. I think that's pretty cool.

This analysis was kinda all over the place, mb 😭

if something doesn't make sense I'm happy to explain it though

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froot-batty · 2 years ago

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Ever meet Nightcreeper from Earth-692 or the Amalam universe.

He's a cross between DCs The Creeper and Marvels Nightcrawler

Every Creeper added is another year off Batman's life

#frootverse #jack ryder #the creeper #doodles

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worstdeathstudent · 2 years ago

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So I did a thing where I made some Cards Against Humanity cards on the Wizard101 subreddit and encouraged people to make more in the comments, so I was wondering if you had any ideas for some.

Omg that was you? I commented on that post and my guild has used the post as a suggestion for our own cah set and I made a post on Pirate101 for a similar reason! I'll try to offer a few more suggestions, sorry if they repeat anything!

White Cards:

> Dom Sylvia

> Getting spammed with Ra by all versions of Belloq

> Farming Loremaster for years only for them to add bosses that make the spell easier to get

> Teaching Dasein economics

> Fizzling with 99% accuracy

> Elegant gear on the leaderboard

> Spending two hours on Yevgeny Nightcreep

> Wizard101 VS the Transphobia game

> Claims to be a Life Professor. Dies anyway.

> All players being furries

> Ocean TitanDisaster

Black Cards:

> Today, the Wizard decides to teach Dasein about _

> The latest pet updates finally allows you to _

> For this special Friendship Festival, your crush npc gives you _

> Nick Jonas has escaped! Quick, _

> Uh oh, wizbros have found a new reason to hate Mellori, that reason being _

> The real reason for the schism was _

> "Trick or Treat! Trick or treat is how we greet!" You say to _

> The Cabal soldier has come back and still wants revenge! They want _ and are going to _

#wizard101 #wizzy fandom #wizzy101 #wiz101 #cards against humanity #cah

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eihyndaye · 1 year ago

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The Aussie Nightcreeper

NIGHT ONE

The buzzing of Bush Crickets carried on into midnight hours in (rural town), Australia. Hidden in the dark, their cumulative songs carried throughout the dusty plains and engulfed the lone house at the end of a gravel road. The only source of light in the area beamed through the chipped windows.

Alicia stood in front of her easel in paint splattered overalls with a mug of steaming hot Milo by her side and half unpacked boxes lining the four walls of her living room. Guitar riffs from a local Australian punk rock band blared through her stereo and helped guide the brush.

Feelings of being energized, relaxed, relieved, and optimistic overwhelmed her at once and flowed into her newest painting – the first of a series she had planned for this next chapter of her life. Her flow state, a state of mind in which all time vanishes, had itself been absent for nearly 6 months. Survival instincts reigned in its place. Tonight was the first time she felt like she was back to being her true self.

A quick glance at her phone revealed that it was approaching one in the morning. Hours had vanished as a vibrant lioness appeared on the canvas. A sigh escaped her, and the corners of her lips turned slightly up. She was satisfied for the night.

Grasping her art supplies and empty mug, she made her way around the corner and into the kitchen to begin cleaning up. The left-over paint washed out of the brushes and spiraled down the drain, swirling the blues and purples together until disappearing into nothingness.

The punk rock playlist she had been listening to for hours came to a deafening end. “Good timing” she thought as she rinsed the last brush and clinking it into a cup to dry. A creaking from the outside the kitchen window above the sink followed immediately after, snapping her out of her mind and back into the moment.

She flicked on the outside light to half peer out the window and intently listened. It was dead silent. Even the Bush Crickets had gone to bed for the night. After scanning the illuminated wooden porch and into the blackness outside, the assumption of it being nothing more than an old house seemed to be the most reasonable explanation. She turned off the light and retired to bed, excited to pick up where she left off the next night.

NIGHT TWO

A setting sun created a multitude of orange hues in the sky that Alecia felt inspired by. A light breeze blew past her as she closed her eyes to breathe it in. Expanding her lungs fully and holding it in, she felt gratitude to be out of Darwin. As simple as that, she was ready to finish off her day with painting. Feeling inspired by the sky, her porch seemed like the perfect place to set up.

She collected the mug from the previous was sitting in the sink. “Why dirty another dish?” she thought as she gave it another quick rinse and prepared another hot Milo.

Making her made her way into the more put together living space, she collected her supplies but stopped to admire the work she had completed during the day. Previous paintings she had done had hung on the walls, a bookshelf of various ocean life books was neatly pressed in the corner, and string lights traced the edges of the ceiling. This small house was beginning to feel like a home.

The buzzing Bush Crickets filled the space between her and the vibrant sky. Its oranges had now been accompanied by pinks. Instead of continuing with her series from the night before, she wanted to paint the landscape from her porch. Then time melted away.

Halfway through her painting now and intently focused on getting the scattered vegetation just right, a rustling in the distance caught her attention. She peered beyond her easel to wild shrubs, looking intently through the darkening area.

They were still. She thought to herself that it’s nothing more than some wildlife that she isn’t used to and started carrying on with her painting. Trying to get back into her state of mind, she had noticed that it was eerily quiet. The gentle breeze from not that long ago had stopped, and so did the buzzing that filled the air. She tried thinking back to a time where it was this silent but couldn’t recall any.

Goosebumps ran down her spine as she raised her mug up to her lips. The feeling of being watched suddenly overtook her. She glanced past her painting again and noticed a pair of glowing white eyes at the top of the shrub.

Caught off guard and gasping while drinking, she began to cough uncontrollably as it ran down the wrong pipe. Wiping her mouth and the tears that formed in her eyes she quickly turned her attention back to the shrub. The eyes that had been there before were no longer there.

After a short time, the assumption that it must have been a wild dingo seemed like the most reasonable thing. She took a deep breath and refocused on her painting that was now spattered with bits of drink she had coughed up. “Fuck me dead!” she expelled.

A disappointing sigh escaped her. Shaking her head in disapproval, she carried her supplies inside to retire for the night.

NIGHT THREE

Water boiled and danced with Alecia in the kitchen. She twirled with a glass of red wine in her hand between cooking her favorite shrimp pasta. Uplifting music filled every corner of the house and her soul.

It was especially late for dinner, but after her fourth glass wine nothing sounded better. She hazily served herself up a portion and finished the last bit of wine in her glass.

“I shouldn’t get another, but why not” she thought to herself. Stumbling and giggling, she imagined the floorboards under her were really of a pirate ship traversing in rough seas. Falling into the way along the way into the living room, she lost her footing and gently lost her footing.

“I reeeaaaallllyy shouldn’t get another… but I’m already here” An angel and demon were arguing on her shoulders, but the latter was winning.

A smirk appeared on her face as she was digging through one of the last unpacked boxes, searching for that other bottle of wine. Finally, she found it and pulled it close to her face. The crimson color appealed more to her than the actual taste.

“Saw-vin-non!” she half-heartedly tried pronouncing in a poor French accent. The joints in her knees cracked as she stood.

She started returning to the kitchen when she faced the SCREEN DOOR. The wine slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor, but it may as well have been her jaw. Her vocal cords desperately wanted to scream, but not a sound escaped from her mouth. She tripped back, falling into the easel and hitting her head and causing her to go unconscious.

A tall dark figure with two glowing eyes watched intently on the other side of the glass.

NIGHT SEVEN

Days had passed when she came to, but it felt like weeks to Alecia. At times she faded in and out of consciousness but was locked in a state of paralysis. Even at the most alert times, her mind spun and everything she perceived slowed and twisted in her bloodshot eyes.

A cloaked figure peered at her with those vibrant white eyes behind the corner. The moonlight barely touched his porcelain skin. The shine from those eyes were the last thing she saw as she faded back into blackness.

Chills ran over her body with prickly goose bumps closely following. At one point something wet and spongy dragged up her face, accompanied by a warm iron stench. A low growl whispered in her ear “my queen”.

Brrriiing… brrriiing… brrriiing…

Her eyes widely shot open as she instantly sat upright with a loud gasp. “What’s happening?” she thought. Her gaze darted around her bedroom.

Brrriiing… brrriiing…

She patted around her bed searching for her phone. Quickly tapping under the sheets and pillows with no luck.

Brrriiing…

Her head creaked sideways. “Kitchen” she whispered. Gliding her way through the house, she managed to snatch it up off the counter just in time to answer it before seeing who it was calling.

“Hello?” Her voice was dry and cracked.

“Grammy!” screeched through the phone. It was so loud she thought it was on speaker.

“H-hey there, kiddo.” She spoke up through her hoarse voice as loud as she could.

“Where have you been?” The high-pitched voice shrieked through her phone. “We’ve been trying to get ahold of you so we can visit!” She was half paying attention, half wondering why it was so bright outside. The rays piercing through the kitchen window felt like acid on her skin and soap in her eyes.

Moving out of the way of the light and holding the phone away from her face she replied “Oh… I’ve just been busy”. She crept out of the kitchen and noticed the broken glass of wine and dark crimson everywhere. She tried recollecting but in the moment it was too much. Tiptoeing over the shattered glass and puddle of wine, she continued “Getting everything set up and ready takes time”

“Okay, but when can we come see you?” the overly excited voice turned to two. She cringed with how loud everything was.

“S-s-sooon… darlings. But grammy isn’t feeling well right now. Can I call back?” she gently said, hoping they’d understand to be quieter.

“Sure! But whe-“ she hung up and retreated back into her dark bedroom, burying her body and face under the blankets.

“I’m never drinking again” she thought

NIGHT NINE

A deafening silence flooded her ears awake. She felt incredibly well rested – more so than she had in years. With a deep breath inflating her lungs, she reached for her phone again.

0237 20/04/2023. She sighed and flicked it off. “Wait” she checked again. The 20th of April? She had only been here in her new home for a few days. “What…”

A light creak from outside caught triggered her head to snap to the door. She listened intently but didn’t hear anything else. Instead, she noticed how the room was dark, but a different kind of dark. One she could see through more easily. She sensed that something was off.

Creeping off the bed and seemingly to glide down the hall, she backtracked to her reflection in a large mirror that hung in the hall. Her eyes glowed white and her memory flashed back to her.

The eyes outside the screen door, being carried to bed, that iron stench… She gasped and held her hand up to her mouth. Now noticing the large splotch of crusted blood on her neck. She pulled the collar of her shirt down to reveal it more, exposing marks of teeth and bits of flesh missing.

Her heart started beating rapidly. Another creak caught her attention. This time instead of investigating she retreated to her bedroom, shutting the bedroom door as quietly as she could and pressing her ear up to it.

The screen door slowly dragged open and gentle taps of footsteps crept in shortly after. Her eyes darted around the room for an exit but there was none. She was trapped. The footsteps gently crept closer, causing her to back away from the door and dart behind her bed to hide.

She crouched down as the footsteps got closer and stopped at the door. The only thing she could hear was her heart seemingly beating out of her chest.

“I hear your heart, my queen.”

Her jaw dropped as the door creaked open slowly. The tall figure from her dreams, what she thought was just dreams, was on the other side of the door with glowing white eyes locking with hers.

#horror #thriller #vampire #shortstory #story #creative writing #australia

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nikitajyotipalmer · 9 months ago

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This is gonna be a freewrite (Yes I made up a word) so nothing about this reflects my actual full process. Just what comes out when I let my mind run.

**Nightcreepers**

It was about seven-pm. I sat outside the bar with a cola and small plate in hand, as I always did, telling myself tomorrow would be different. That I wouldn't have to go back into that heaven-forsaken bar in the morning. That I would find another job. I was lying to myself of course. I always was. Constantly. Deep down I knew I would be back at 6am. But as my dad always said; I was a hopeless kid with too many dreams.

I sighed, "Why is there no work in this hellbound town?". It was true. There were never any new positions. And never any new houses either. Which seriously sucked because I had less then 3,000 dollars to my name. And since my house was old, and rundown, and had seen far too many hurricanes. But what can you do, ya' know? Yeah, I was really down in the dumps, no, the pits of hell that night. I should have gone back into the bar for a drink or something. But instead I made a really stupid decision; I stood up, threw away my cola and plate, and I walked into the highway. Dumb right? I know. If only I knew what would happen next...

"It's not worth it... It never was.. Why do I even try?" she whispers, as she stares at her latest check: $2,000. The highbeams of the approaching cars are blinding. The rumbling seems to shake her very soul. "Okay... Okay.. Okay...", she repeats, feeling as if she's going into a trace. But it soothes her. She feels herself start to fade. What an awful time to dissociate. But she does it anyway. The rumbles get louder, as if that were possible. But these metal monsters do not care about what's possible. They only lunge forward into the darkness. She sits down, not wanting the pitiful, naïve creatures inside them to interfere with her plans for the monsters. The rumbling turns into roaring. The glowing eyes of the monsters are hurting her own eyes now. She smiles as tears roll down her cheeks in a mix of sadness and relief. She breathes out and closes her eyes. A twisted sense of peace filling her heart as she awaits her fate. Suddenly an hand is on her shoulder and she is yanked away from her dreams. She yelps as she feels herself lifted into the air. Then her butt hits the sidewalk with a hard thud.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!", a voiced screamed. She groaned and muttered curses under her breath. The voice was a male, commanding and scolding. It reminded her of her father which pissed her off almost as much as the fact that this man had ruined her plans. So she refused to speak to him and simply stared at the traffic. "Hey... Are you okay?", he asked in a softer tone. To no response of course as she was furious with him. He sighs, "Look... I'm sorry for yelling at you. It just... It really upset me to see you do that. I don't understand...", he sighed again. This was clearly going to be a habit. "Just... Are you okay? Do you need anything?", his voice was gentle, almost soothing, but something about it scared her. However she was a sucker for a sweet sounding boy's pleas. She caved and hissed a soft response, "Yes. I'm fine.", obviously she didn't mean it. She just wanted him to stop talking. "I seriously don't believe that for a second. But alright.", he mumbles. She still refuses to look up at him, which only feeds his concern.

After a moment of silence, which she wishes had lasted, he speaks up again. "I'm Caspian.". She finally looks up at him. He's young, maybe early twenties, fit, tall, bright yet soft skinned with piercing brown eyes, and a worried expression. He's wearing brown cargo pants, a band t-shirt, and a jacket with a mix of leather and flannel. In any other situation she would have found him seriously tempting. For a moment she imagines if their meeting had been in the bar rather then well.... like this. But she shoves the thoughts away. "I'm... Nasrin.", she huffed. "Nasrin? I've never heard that name before. It's really pretty. Reminds me of something sweet. Like raspberries.", he chatted sweetly, inviting himself to sit on the sidewalk next to her as she stared into the traffic. Nasrin silently cursing him as he did so.

"So... Can I... ask why?", Caspian asked. No response. But he was getting used to that. He waits a few more moments before speaking up again. "Nasrin. I'm not going away. Either I make sure you get home safe or we sit here all night. But you can't get rid of me", he scolded. It was clear to her by his tone that there was no chance of arguing her way out of this. Or getting away by any other means. So she cursed herself silently as she caved again, "Why not really? Everyone in this town wants to. Most are just too scared to say it or try it.", she grumbled. Caspian looked down. "You're right. You're right.". He sighs, she knew he would. "But", he continued, she groaned internally, "Everyone has their own final trigger. Everyone has their own reasons. The only thing we all share is the fact that this town sucks. So tell me, Nasrin. Why? What happened? I swear I won't judge or whatever.", he soothes. Despite herself she feels the need to tell him. And she hates herself for it, but complies with the feeling.

She sucks her teeth, "The usual young adult struggles I guess. Bad house. Useless job. Unsupportive parents. Whatever", she admitted. He simply held her gaze for a moment. His eyes calm and empathetic. "Can you tell me more, Nasrin?", he finally asked. She glared at him for a moment but her gaze softened involuntarily and before she knew it she was telling him everything. To her surprise he listened and gently engaged in her unwilling vent.

Finally she stopped and stared at the traffic again. He waited a moment then spoke in a kind but sad voice, "Well... I can't fix everything for you... But I can try. And I could be a shoulder to cry on or a friend to vent to, if that's what you want.". She looked up at him, struggling to hold back her tears, "I just need to fix my stupid life.".

"I meant it literally when I said 'shoulder to cry on', Nasrin.", he whispers. She stares into the traffic, not wanting to admit her weakness. He frowns and sighs. Of course he sighs. "Well, Nasrin. I have... One more offer for you. It's not a good one though.", he began. "Then why on RDJ's soul are you offering?", she retorts. "What? 'RDJ's soul'? Oh my god!", he chuckled.

"But anyway. I'm offering a job, Nasrin. It might suck slightly less then working at the bar. But I can promise it pays better. Which shouldn't be hard since the bar pays you...", he pulls out her check. Disturbing to her since she last had it in her hand. "$2,000 a month!?", he exclaims, utterly disgusted, "That's absolutely ridiculous! That's what?... $24,000 a year?" She puts her head down. He sighs, quite the habit.

"My lord. I think you'll take me up on my offer. Seeing as it pays $13,000 a month.", Caspian chuckled. She snaps her head towards him and stares at him. Utterly dumbfounded at the insane amount of money. "What's the job? Guarding the freaking mayor?!", she blurts. He chuckles and sighs, because of course he does. "Actually... It's a janitorial nightshift at the town cemetery.", he continues. "... That's it? That pays 13-freaking-k a month??", she gasps. "Yeah. There's a catch though. And you will not believe it.", he sighs. Seriously? Again with the sighs? Anyway. "What? What could be going on there that you have to pay 13k a month? Please. Enlighten me oh wise one.", she taunts.

"It's.... haunted?", he stutters. She looks at him for a moment. "Seriously? That's not funny. You're really freaking annoying.", she growls, standing to leave. He quickly reaches up and grabs her wrist. "Nasrin! Wait! I'm seriously. Unfortunately I'm very serious. But either way. Whether you believe the reason or not. Are you really going to pass up this opportunity? I mean you were planning to die tonight! And... I don't want that to happen, Nasrin.", he stammers.

She looks down at him. His gaze is soft and his eyes are pleading, a small pout on his lips. Seemingly practiced yet involuntary. Ever the sucker for his soft voice. She entertains the idea for a moment. "Well... I suppose you're kind of right. But how can I trust this? It's utterly ridiculous! That's so far over the standard pay for entry level! I've looked it up before. I'm not stupid, Caspian.", she snaps.

He winces, "I didn't mean to imply... Oh whatever. Look, I am not lying. The job is dangerous. I'm sure you've seen the news from when my father owned the cemetery. People have *died* on that shift, Nasrin! I have to have the pay high! Haunted or not!", he shoots back, a hint of desperation in his voice. No response. He stands and looks her in the eyes. Well he tries to, but she has no intention of looking at him."Come on Nasrin. Either way I have to pay you what I said I will. No matter what's going on. So why don't you just come with me and look at the contract, okay? It's worth a try right?", he pleads. She doesn't respond. But Caspian has learned to be patient.

She turns to look at him. Finally taking her eyes off the whizzing traffic. Caspian's a much more appealing sight anyway. "Fine. But this better be worth it, Caspian."

You've been hired to clean a graveyard every night for 80 bucks an hour. Its haunted. And by god you are going to make that 80 bucks an hour

#writing prompts #free write #first story #new writers on tumblr

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