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no but literally we need to take Prowler Miles away from these 20 something year old white women until they stop making him their “gangsta boo” just because he has cornrows and is the Prowler 😭😭 yall don’t even try to hide your disgusting feelings and attitude towards a young black kid and it’s honestly sickening. Why is he all of a sudden a toxic boyfriend? Why is he all of a sudden borderline or downright abusive to people? Why is the 15 year old black latino boy, that we know next to nothing about, all of a sudden fitting the worst stereotypes for black/latino men? Do you have any legitimate reasons for any of this besides, “he seems like the type?” Because you know what that sounds like, right? And i can’t even filter these out for my own peace of mind because you don’t tag your shit properly.

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hello everynyan

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HEY GUYS

Finals where kicking my ass, so the trans!atsv headcanons will be coming out a lot later than expected, I'm still working on them though so don't worry !!

In the mean time, I made some silly little insta profiles for a few of my favourite spiderverse characters !

side note, do we have a name for the spiderverse cinematic universe? Outside of the MCU, I know they're part of it but I want something to refer to the spiderverse plots specifically. ITSV, ATSV, and BTSV all refer to their specific movies, and spiderverse is annoyingly long for my ADHD brain to type out. Maybe we could call it SVCU, for "spiderverse cinematic universe"?

Spider-Gram, the multidimensional social media platform for spider-people of all kinds. Owned by Miguel, mostly run by Lyla.

Peni Parker

models fashion in her spare time, not for money she just likes trying on cute outfits. Outside of that she posts a lot of pictures of Spider and any cool landscapes she comes across.

She has the most followers becuz she has actually interesting content with her fashion shit, and none of its pervy she's a teenager who likes clothes don't make it weird. She doesn't do suggestive shit just genuine fashion or styling types.

Spiderman Noir

His username includes the earth he comes from becuz he's a professional.

his story is just rubix cube shit, he owns a bunch of different kinds. Posts are mostly Peni, his honorary adopted child.

He didn't write the description on his profile, Hobie did. I headcanon then as best friends aka Hobie annoys the shit out of him and he's completely fine with it. He only follows Peni + Hobie ofc.

Gwen Stacy

When writing her description I was going to change it to something else because the joke was super dumb, until I realized that it totally fits her character.

She follows a ton of people but doesn't post so doesn't expect to be followed back. Miles, Hobie, and Jess are her three followers.

She doesn't follow Miles back because I feel like it fits with the whole premise of the second movie, and Pav was going to follow her but couldn't find her page and never bothered to ask about it.

Pavitr Prabhakar

He follows all his friends plus some, except Gwen for reasons stated above and Miles-1610. He was following Miles at some point, but 42 removed all three of 1610's followers for shits and giggles once, Pav never noticed.

He posts the most out of all of them, lots of memes honestly but sometimes pics of his friends. He's not technically "part of" the band, because he doesn't play an instrument or anything, but he helps them write songs and shit so it still counts.

Miles Morales (e-1610)

Hobie Brown

posts dumb pictures of himself (and often Pav) that get sent in their group chat as well as cool pictures of himself that he says he only spent a min taking when he actually spent at least 3 hours on the setup alone.

he's following the following people ;

Miles - 1610

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

spider-man noir

Margo Kess

Peni Parker

Mayday Parker (- run by MJ + Peter, they only post photos where her face is covered by her hat)

the following people follow him ;

Miles - 1610

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

spider-man noir

Peni Parker

Mayday Parker

Peter B. Parker

+ 3 random spider-people who think he's cool

Miles Morales (e-42)

isn't verified because Miguel runs the app, followed all his friends but only Hobie and 42 followed him back. Was following Gwen but unfollowed her when he was the only person she wasn't following, becuz he's petty like that and they're still fighting.

He only has two posts because he didn't know the app existed until recently (everyone conveniently forgot to tell him until Hobie spilled the beans, Pav genuinely thought he alrdy knew about it)

the people he's following because I spent forever counting this out and you deserve to know ;

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy Mayday Parker

Pavitr Prabhakar

Miles-42

Peni Parker

Peter B. Parker

Spider-ham

Spider-man noir

Margo Kess

doesn't post regularly, when he does it's just cool pictures of himself.

Only agreed to match with Miles so he would shut up about it. He def pretends to hate him but he's also the only person that he follows back.

Mayday, Jess, Margo, Miguel, and Lyla next ??

I loved making these and have ideas for more characters so if you guys wanna see them shoot me an ask !!

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I hope hobie says this in the next film

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Just wait till they find out that my man Hobie probably isn't straight.

He's an anarchist, a punk, a boy kisser, an instigator, he makes out with cute boys, he's rebellious, a revolutionist, he fucks dudes, he's a motivator of the traitorous annihilistic mavericks, a leader for the generation that riots, resists, and disobeys the powers that be who chain us down, he gets fucked by guys.

I love writing dumb little punk monologues for Hobie just to put dumb jokes in the middle of it

I’m starting to see (yt) ppl complain about authors only writing x black/poc readers… i dont wanna hear nun cuz yall get everything, I don’t wanna read a book where my hair is flowing in the air while i’m talking to miles, bc it WONT. I want fics where we dance together to spanish music or rnb after I braid his hair. Hobie wouldn’t want a basic white person who does basic white person things, thats boring. Hobie would want someone (most likely colored, sry to break it to you) to try to fight for our people in the free time, or where he retwists my locs for me and i help maintain his wicks while listening to slow jams.

Yt people take over every type of media we have. Im not saying not to write x white readers, just be inclusive. And work on your spanglish and aave while ur at it… 😬

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Miles and Hobie knowing Morse code to talk about shit without Miguel being able to understand is my favourite headcanon ever, I've seen multiple posts referencing this idea and now I'm tempted to write a fic about it

Miles: *Gently taps table*

Hobie: *Taps back*

Gwen: What are they doing?

Pavitr: Morse code.

Miles: *Aggressively taps table*

Hobie: *Slams hands down* YOU

TAKE THAT BACK-

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hobie def likes when you call him your big steppa. he says that's not how you're supposed to say it but you literally just keep saying "hobie! my baby! my big steppa!" and he just lets you. he likes when you say it in your awful accent, but when you say it in your regular accent, "hobie, you literally my big steppa", as a term of endearment, he melts. he thinks you're so cute.

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FR, I'll be reading headcanons and suddenly out of nowhere it'll say "he calls you his baby girl, calls you 'my girl', you are his girl, he brags about his girl to everyone, he constantly calls you 'girl' but it's not degrading becuz u are his girl, you are baby girl, female girl, you" 😭

I understand that most fanfic readers/writers are girls and I love you all but leave room for us gay people, or at least specify at the top that the fic is gender specific rather then neutral🙏

anyway, great fic OP, the way you write out Hobie's accent and speech makes the voices in my brain happy 💥

Inconsistent

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X Reader

Synopsis: In which, Hobie Brown confuses the shit out of you.

Note: following up on my last post, here is how I would write Hobie's speech patterns.

"What are you doin' up 'ere?"

Your lids fluttered open, eyes flitting to the side.

He stood there, hands stuffed in those ridiculously high pockets you always criticised with a click of your tongue; criticisms he would respond to with a light, airy laugh that never failed to melt your insides and turn you into a pile of mush.

The glow of the billboard lit him up, coating his silhouette in a warm orange that complimented him so well—bringing out his piercing, dark eyes in ways you had only ever dreamt of.

"I just felt like the ground was getting a little boring." You shrugged, forcibly tearing your gaze away from his intoxicating form to bring it back to the twinkling city below you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Your peripheral caught the sight of those familiar, heavy boots appearing out of nowhere to swing beside your own and, all of a sudden, the bustle of the sparkling street below you was the least of your worries.

Ultimately, you found your eyes trailing back up to his form—breath hitching in your throat as you gazed at him once again.

He was close; much closer than usual. His knees were practically touching your own and the piercings that littered his face glinted under your gaze. Half-lidded eyes stared back at you—a smirk sly enough to make you gulp situated on his handsome face.

"What you sayin'?"

"Hm?" You blinked.

"C'mon, love, I know when some'in's goin' on in that pre'y likkle head of yours." His leg nudged against your own, instantly sending warm tingles through your whole body. "You can chat to me; 'bout anything. You know that."

You almost couldn't help the fond smile that stretched across your lips at his words. "Yeah, I know."

Hobie had always been tender and caring; sweet and kind. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to put it. It was one of the reasons why your legs turned to jelly when around him; one of the many reasons why he absolutely floored you.

He was just so vocal about everything he believed in—held such strong opinions that he was never afraid of voicing out; that he would yell and scream at the top of his lungs about—you had almost found yourself envious of his confidence.

Even his clothes were loud; bold and so incredibly out there. You couldn't ignore his presence even if you wanted to—

—and to be honest, you never really did want to.

"How's the youngen?"

"He's fine, still on my arse about not needing his big sis to coddle him—" you rolled your eyes, "—how're yours?"

"They're 'opeless," snickered the guy, "man's out 'ere lookin' at 'er like she's the only person in the world and they're still not together."

He threw his hands up in his exasperation and you found yourself giggling slightly—you always did at his antics, no matter how ridiculous.

"...what about you?"

He rose a brow. "What about me?"

"You, uh, you have anyone you're thinking about that way?" A sudden rush of nervousness hit you all at once and you found yourself wondering why exactly you decided to open your damn mouth. "Y'know, like a— a girlfriend or something?"

"I don't believe in labels."

He said it—plain and simple—and your heart felt like it shattered in your chest, pieces of broken shards getting stuck to your insides to sting you even further.

"Oh..."

He didn't believe in labels. You probably weren't even on the list of potential lovers for him. Of course, how could you have let yourself hope for anything more?

"There's this one girl though."

You blinked, the rapidly growing pool of salty water in your eyes being desperately put to a halt. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. She's a nice one—nice personali'y—" he placed one arm against the rough stone of the building, leaning in so close, you could feel the light puffs of his breath against your skin, "—'m thinking of goin' for it."

You wanted to be mad at him, to loathe him for liking another girl while you were so obviously head over heels for him—but in that moment, all you could focus on were his lips and the shockingly short amount of distance between them and your own.

Your heart was beating right out of your chest and you were just so confused. Here he was, talking to you about some girl he was interested in; shattering your heart in a million pieces like some worthless, glass vase—and then he was somehow making the useless shards continue to beat pathetically at just his proximity right after he broke them.

He was just so—

"Mm?!"

Your eyes widened a little, disbelief rendering you unable to move; to respond to the sudden feeling of lips on your own—of his lips on your own.

You. He was talking about you.

Warmth bubbled inside of you—coating your whole form in a lovely sheen of bliss—and soon, your lids fluttered shut as you pushed back against him—reciprocating his passion with your own.

The kiss was sweet and tender, but it soon grew into something more than that. His arm wound around your waist as soon as you kissed back, pulling you flush up against his form and allowing you to feel the heat of his body against your own.

Your fingers made their way to his wild locks, tugging on them as you felt his hands trail down, landing on your arse and pulling you onto his lap—as though just having you right up against him wasn't enough; as though he had to have you closer.

The electricity that ran through your body was enough to coax a smile out of you—one you knew he could feel through the kiss; that you hoped he would reciprocate with just as much love.

And he did, pulling away to rest his forehead against your own—dazed, half-lidded eyes staring straight at you with a mixture between a suggestive smirk and a genuinely joyful smile on his face.

You almost forgot to breathe as you looked at him with just as many pink clouds littered in your gaze—just as much adoration written clearly in your eyes.

"How about it, love?" He asked against your lips, "wanna be mine?"

You giggled dreamily, almost like a little school girl with a crush. "I thought you didn't believe in labels?"

"I don't believe in consistency."

It was official, Hobie Brown was the most confusing man you had ever met.

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Guys I was wrong, apparently gender is real and I found it 🙏🙏

Concept art for Hobie Brown (part 1) by Christie Tseng (via Instagram)

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THE PRETTIES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

More punks 🤎

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WAIT I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED THIS TILL RIGHT FUCKING NOW

I cannot stop drawing them. PUNKFLOWER but make it miles from earth-42

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‘aight, mate, we’re done! Looking like a proper little punk now, eh?

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GUYS

I love how inclusive the spiderverse fandom is with the writing, it's beautiful and I have never seen so many fics in one place that write with POC in mind.

I might be white but my hair is not long, straight, or blond.

The positivity is amazing !! It's very punk to write silly little fanfics about characters for people who look different in all sorts of ways.

So don't be a dick about it and complain if you don't see enough basic white girl fics, if you need them that badly write it yourself. Equal rights doesn't mean less rights for you, it's not pie.

THAT BEING SAID.

I've seen a couple trans guy fics so far, but I haven't come across many NB or trans girl ones.

Gwen had multiple trans pride flags on her in the movie, implying that she is trans herself. Even if not, it's amazing to just see the flags in a large feature film considering we're one of the most underrepresented groups in the media at all.

SO. I'm going to write a fuck ton of trans!reader and/or trans!character fics for you guys !!

Feel free to send me requests for these, I'll write sfw content for practically any spiderverse character.

We need more trans representation in fan communities, but I can't expect everyone else to do it all. If I wanna see more of it I've gotta make more of it.

I have a few drafts saved right now , mostly headcanons, that I'll be posting sometime tomorrow !!

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theyre literally everything to me

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spider society meeting more like gay brunch

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The wedding should be something batshit crazy and absolutely non-traditional, because you know Hobie would do something like that.

Reject society, lets have half the guest list be literal spiders (bonus points if the reader can communicate with spiders, bonus bonus points if they can't so they just buy a bunch of spiders on Amazon and let them loose at the venue)

SOMETHING INSPIRED BY THIS POST

(ignore the banner its for the aesthetic of the post)

like adult au hobie x reader where he secretly wants to marry reader except reader would be hesitant at first because they'd be a spiderperson which likes requires a lot of time

all credits to @spider-phoenix ‼️

OK working on another hobie x reader + third part of the lonely series but like

this is going to be so silly lmao

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Picking up strays is so punk culture

Fight the societal constructs that bind us to this brutality, push back against the patriotic exploitative oppression, bite the hands that feed us nothing but maltreatment and corruption, adopt 20 children, stomp on the injustice of the tyranny designed to persecute the outspoken, and reject the establishment which vilifies our vulgar delinquent identity.

I think a big thing that people are overlooking is how Hobie looks out for his own and how much that coincides with punk culture.

Him looking out for younger teens is so fucking punk of him. He lets Gwen stay with him because she's vulnerable and struggling, he makes her a watch, he lets her keep his shoes, etc. and it's not out of romance, it's because she's family. Same with Miles; he knows Miles is naive and wants to help him, because he's been in the spider society longer and he knows what's really going on. He sees the adults, who are supposed to mentor them, targeting Miles and he just knows it's flat-out wrong and that he wants no part of it.

Hobie takes on such a big brother role for the other characters and I love it. He's more mature than the other teens in so many aspects, and he uses his experience to teach them how to get by because that's what being punk is about