#spiderman brainrot

[pasteloctoz]

Ok I just want to highlight some shit from atsv and itsv so uh- ATSV spoilers under the cut

Both movies are coming of age stories but they both have their own lesson that is repeated throughout the movie.

In itsv its "don't run away from things"

His mom said it, both peters said it, and he taught it back to peter b.

Lemme explain that last part.

Essentially by chosing to stay in miles' dimension, Peter B. was choosing to run away from his life in his own dimension.

He was chosing to run away from MJ, he was chosing to run away from his financial situation, he was chosing to run away from it all back there.

Miles pushed him to go back and fix it all.

In atsv the message repeated was "be your own person".

In the beginning Miles is trying to be like his universe's Peter by being popular on social media and such. What I mean, is him endorsing baby powder was literally him trying to be like his universe's spiderman, who was so popular he had a flippin christmas album.

Then he's surrounded by thousands of spidermen who are not like him at all and confident in that. Peter B., Pav, Hobie, Gwen. In his eyes all of them ARE spidermen, he's just a wannabe. Hell, Hobie is just a walking billboard that says "I am my own person".

But then he is outright TOLD that he is not spiderman. That he was never supposed to be spiderman. So, he chooses to "do his own thing".

In the next movie he's met with who he could've been. Who he's supposed to be. Whatever the plot is for the next movie, the message is gonna be related to that.

This trilogy is gonna be SO FUCKING AMAZING.

I'm eating up all the content I can from it.

Bonus:

"I always get up." - Miles' Universe OG spiderman, Into the Spiderverse.

"Spiderman always-" Miles Morales, Across the Spiderverse.

"Not always, Miles." Peter B. Parker, Across the Spiderverse.

[voidpremonition]

so uh, Spiderverse huh, it kinda started a big hyperfixation on spidey-related stuff which led me to discovering some new things like

TOXIN

ANTI-VENOM

and MANIA ( i love you MANIA)

and then after a while i thought about sp//der and the posibility of spiderverse spinoffs, and I thought ) "man it kinda sucks that some others like earth 14512 are kinda just.. there, because i kinda like tho whole multiverse thing of we do this, but with a TWIST (noir show, the future, looney tunes you name it) so I thought, how would it be if VEN#M was a reocurring villain for SP//DER, how would it work, what changes would be made, could this affect peni's development.

SO HERES ARE MY WEIRD BRAINROT SP//DER IDEAS

so you know the thing, peni gets bitten gets a cool mech and stuff, and after a while of being SP//der essentially with her ITSV attitude at some point she gets a interesting experimental AI assisted suit called VEN#M, yes this time he's mostly an AI you'll see later why, VEN#M is essentially a suit oriented to be an "upgrade" of sorts to the original SP//DER with a combat especialized AI designated to take down targets effectively and aiding the pilot, now adding the whole psychic link thing, and peni, after a while of using the suit, evreything seems fine at first the AI helps calculate and time attacks better,it never sem like they can hit her,every swipe hit and strike is always on point she's not so fine with not having her spider bestie cooperating as much as she'd like but she's doing a good job(though sometime she swears she hears someone from time to time even when all alone) all swell and good, well... until VEN#M with the whole psychic link stuff starts learning more about peni and her villains and, how they almost always seem to come back, and so the singularity starts, you know the venom stuff a few changes in behaviour, though this time is mostly centering herself more and more on crimefighting and leaving behind her other matters and stuff, and VEN#M at that point gets even more linked and more or less peni has to deal with the constant sound in her head that tells her to just pull the trigger on mysterio for once,( essentially VEN#M is meant to be an effective battle AI, not a hero) and the more she struggles the more the voice becomes human until she forcefully removes herself out of the suit, after a inner battle trying not to kill, so yeah, she forcedully shuts VEN#M down and bring it back saying it was defective and prefers doing things more her style, they get take the suit to analyze what went wrong and episode ends, "but why can I still hear.. something...?".

And so of course VEN#M eventually gains sentience due to his link with Parker, gets a grudge against her finds a pilot named addy brock, and after a while he decides, "I like this one, she's mine now" and so VEN#M gets on her head starts telling her stuff, slowly ruins her friendship with parker, annnnd addy starts also getting an insane amount of knowledge and a lot of conflicting emotions due to having a vengeful AI on her head, a few confrontations later and, boom, They are VEN#M (not exactly in the most cooperative way, though)

OTHER STUFF CUZ WHY NOT

#So I also thought, what if Addy VEN#M also had a human techno suit, like a weird nano-tech stuff like creating objects and weapons to fight SP//DER, kinda like jake the dog but blue beetle but iron spider but venom. Oh and peni also makes one of those eventually (maybe).

#Also VEN#M of course has backups of himself around and his original mech suit is taken away after the first fight with SP//DER

#Addy is not happy about any of this, at all.

oh and Carnage and others are copies of VEN#M's original code

So yeah you can use any of this ideas if you like them or change anyhing you want, go crazy, none of this will ever be canon so why bother? GO NUTS, GET CREATIVE, LET'S MAKE SPIDERVERSE THE NEW UNDERTALE WITH SO MANY AUS

[daiwild]

Artist miles, musicians gwen and hobie. I think Pav's artsy thing would be crafting/jewelry making/embroidery 🤷

[stil-lindigo]

mumbattan's one and only pavitr prabhakar!!

prints

[gayslicedbread]

Across the spiderverse said “oh you guys liked the experimental animation style of the last movie? bet” and cranked it up to ten billion and i thank them for that

[chuchayucca]

This is my contribution as a Pavitr Prabhakar fan.

(I will update this when more movie screenshots become available)

[milessmoralessirl]

I'll have a spiderman themed birthday and idc if that's cringe or anything >:(

I'm now one of those neurodivergent teens who have a hyperfixation on spiderman 🗣

[nsee-dious]

I got sooo overboard like I was supposed to only draw for 30 min and then I don’t know what happened

[prazinos]

Miguel O’Hara NSFW 18+

You’re riding Miguel, his hands are on your hips as you bounce and grind. He’s telling you how good you’re being for him.

“such a good girl cariño” he says softly, fingers digging into the plushy fat of your hips. he’s grunting and groaning underneath you, smiling and allowing his fangs to show.

“making me feel so good” he grunts “such a good slut for me. my little cumdump aren’t you?”

you’re not exactly sure why, but you suddenly have the urge to slap him. You’ve only ever done it when you’re dominating him but you have this itch to find out what happens if you do it now.

your hand comes into contact with his cheek swiftly. his eyes shooting open and darkening.

before you know it you’re on the bed, and he’s pounding into you, his claws shooting out and coming around your neck, but instead of wrapping around your neck, his claws dig into the mattress below, no doubt leaving holes and leaving you no where to go.

you’re a writhing mess under him, moaning as tears of pleasure spring to your eyes.

“really think you could slap me and get away with it? huh?” he asks mockingly. grinning as you whine.

you practically white knuckle his arm as you come. you can hear yourself getting wetter as he groans and pounds into you almost inhumanely fast.

“t-too much!” you cry out, the overstimulation making your vision blurry. Miguel only chuckles darkly at you “oh really honey? should’ve thought about that before you slapped me” he grunts.

you moan loudly at a particular thrust and you shut your eyes, only to feel a slap to your cheek, not enough to actually hurt but enough to sting.

“come on honey, keep your eyes on me. that’s it good fucking girl” he groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy

“you want me to fill you? huh?” he asks, and you nod enthusiastically.

you whine as you feel him bring his hand down to your lower stomach, and you can feel his cock causing a bulge.

“feel how deep i am? God me being this deep i’d definitely get you pregnant. You’d like that though wouldn’t you? You’d love having a nine month long reminder of who you fucking belong to” he grunts as his seed shoots inside you.

his seed filling you triggers your second orgasm. your legs shaking as Miguel takes his hand off your neck, retracting his claws.

“So cockdrunk you could barely respond cariño” you hear him whisper, kissing your cheek.

and just like that, your loving Miguel is back and ready to take care of you.

[meziniart]

he's touchy

[nickgoesinsane]

Calling Prowler Miles “bro” during an argument, and it just pisses him off even more.

You see it on his face the second you say it. His eyes widen incredulously, and he tilts his head in that way he does when he’s going to absolutely tear into you. “¿A quién tú le estás diciendo bro? I ain’t your bro, I’m your man.” Miles snaps, poking at your chest with the clawed fingers of his gauntlet.

You take a step back, both caught off guard and amused by his reaction. “Yeah? You’re my man?”

Miles jerks his chin at you, sneering, “Yeah. You get that shit through your head, negro.” The cocksure tone in his voice makes you smile, and his gauntlet curls around the front of your suit to tug you closer. “You gonna kiss me or what, Spider-Man?”

Your hands settle on his waist, and you duck your head to press your lips together. He sighs against you, moving his head to make the kiss less chaste.

What were you even arguing about anyway?

[sklyight]

speak up - nsfw miguel o’hara brainrot

he’s got you pressed up against the stall door, your legs are wrapped around his waist and the heels of your feet are digging into the back of his thighs.

you have to muffle your voice into his shoulder as his fingers rub against your clit.

“miguel,” you breathe out. the stall suddenly feels too small for the two of you. it’s hot and there’s a slick feeling of sweat running down your body.

you can’t see the way he’s looking at you, but you can practically feel his eyes boring into you.

“that’s it…keep making those pretty noises for me.”

you softly whimper as his fingers slip inside. he chuckles lowly and you can feel his smirk form as his lips press against your neck. his fangs lightly graze over your skin.

“come on, you can do better than that,” he whispers roughly, and from that alone you can tell every word is coming from deep inside his chest.

“come on, a little louder…you’ve got it.”

[claie171art]

Spiderdads comic because I’m not immune to the sweatpants and suit combo and neither is Miguel. Him and smug Peter is my favorite dynamic just two old men bothering eachothers

[spiderlyla]

im on my period and im having a miguel brain rot so you guys bear with me—

but can you imagine how tender miguel would be during your period?

like i imagine he'd be home for however long it lasts just so he could assist you

first two days are the worse and he knows that full well, so he does everything in his power to make you feel like you don't need anything

sanitary products? all accessible in one place and in your feild of vision so you don't have to think too much while trying to find them

snacks? he bought all of your favourites, put them all on a big bowl beside your bed for you to munch on while watching that silly spanish soap opera on your laptop to distract yourself

anything else you might need? he has it all covered.

hes much more softer when he sees you bent over in pain, too stubborn to listen to him. he just wants to make you feel better

"nena, come on, I heated this up for you, it'll make you feel better." he'd be offering a heated pad, but you'd shake your head, squirming in place. "I promise you'll feel better, hermosa, don't you trust me?" his kind tone would make you give in just a few minutes later.

when the heating pad was no longer doing anything, you'd guide his hands to your lower stomach and he'd keep them there. his hands are always warm and the feeling of his skin soothed the cramps for a bit

once you feel okay enough, you'd tell him to lay beside you and he complies without second thought, wrapping your figure in his big arms and pulling you close to his chest, the sound of his heartbeat and those gentle soothing words of his lulling you to sleep that was so rudely intruppted by your cramps earlier this morning

"you're so pretty, mi sol", "mm, pobrecita, you're clinging to me really hard, feeling comfortable?" , "duérmete, amor, estaré aquí cuando despiertes. ¿vale?" [go to sleep, love, ill be here when you wake up, okay?]

and you bet your ass he's going to be there, playing with your hair or massaging your abdomen gently.

and when you start ovulating? he's for sure going to be home for it too

but this time, it's less for you, and more for him.

tell me if you guys want a part 2🤭

[stil-lindigo]

into the hobie-verse! (inspired by all the hobie concept art)

prints

[lotte-s-web]

Hobie who fucks you to his own songs, and sex isn’t all soft and lovely when kick-ass British-hardcore punk music plays in the background.

— SAMO 🎸🥀⁉️

samo babe youre trying to kill me this is the first thing i saw when i got home😭😭 youre so right tho i HAD to write a thing

💿✩ ❝record ❞ hobie brown x gn!reader ✩💿

₊˚⭑ warnings: penetrative sex, teasing, hobie records reader's voice, overstimulation (i think?)

God knows how long it’s been since his record started playing, but all you know is that he’s been wrecking you for more than 3 orgasms. You’re shaking, hands uselessly gripping at the sheets as if it’d tether your mind to your body, as if you could do anything against the unrelenting pace of his hips. Your cheeks are damp with overstimulated tears, your voice raspy from all the noise you’ve been making.

But noise doesn’t matter when his music is so loud, blasting from all angles of the room and drowning out even the loudest of your moans. It drowns out the loud clapping noise your bodies make as his hips meet your ass, over, and over and over again, following the ever-changing rhythm of each of his band’s songs. The combination of the aggressive music blasting in your ears and his length making space within your body making you dizzy with pleasure.

Hobie groans from behind you, his lean frame fucking into you from the back as he keeps his hand on your hips to pull you back against him with each thrust. His other hand is pushing down on your back, forcing you to arch for him, holding you down despite the way you writhe under him and making you take each thrust into you. 

His skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, making his dark skin glisten in the dim lighting as if he was some god of the night. And with the way he was keeping you on the boundary between pain and pleasure tonight, it certainly felt like he was. 

He’s panting, groaning, and moaning above you, the rough and guttural sounds blending in with his song in a symphony that makes you clamp around him, your lust-addled mind soaking in his pleasure. His hips follow the aggressive beat of the drums, grating and angry guitar riffs pumping his veins with adrenaline and the energy to keep driving into you. His eyes zero on the way your greedy hole swallows in his cock as if it wasn’t enough, as if you hadn’t been complaining just a few minutes ago about it being too much. 

A new song plays, something even faster, even angrier. “Fuckin’ hell,” he grunts above you, stilling his pace to listen to the first few beats of this new song. The sudden stop gives you air to breathe, giving you time to gasp for air and thank whatever higher power there was for the much-needed break. Your face falls into his pillow, your body exhausted.

It’s just as sudden when he starts to move again, his hips pulling back and pushing back in, full force in one swift motion that makes you jolt, making you choke on your breath. The motion is repeated again, and again, and again in another swift rhythm that has you falling apart on his cock. It makes you whine into his pillow, trying to retreat from him in any way you could.

He clicks his tongue at that, disapproving, making his thrusts harder, making you moan louder. He removes his hand from your back to hold your cheeks in a firm grip, pulling your weakened body up flush against his chest. His mouth is right up in your ear as he continues his brutal pace, his fingers digging into the flesh on your hip and leaving purpling marks where they lay as he runs filth into your ear about how good he knows you sound. You can barely hear your own moans but his words ring loud and clear within the foggy state of pleasure he’s got you in.

“Wanna hear ya sing dove,” he groans into your ear, emphasizing each word with a thrust that hits right up against that gummy ridge that makes your eyes roll back and your mouth fall slack. He rests chin resting on the junction of your neck and shoulder, moaning into your skin as he starts to ramble in your ear. “Gonna— F–Fuck— gonna use i’ as yer audition tape, yeah? Mmmph— wanna show the band how fuckin’ pretty ya sound when y’re all fucked ou’ f’me.” 

You keen at the idea, getting his blood pumping hot through his body downwards to where he’s sheathed inside you, his grip on you tightening with every little noise that blends with his song. That’s when it hits him: an idea, a brilliant one. 

The hand on your hip moves away to scramble for something on the nightstand, your body trembling against his as he finds his tape recorder amidst the mess on the small table. He sets the device down underneath you and clicks a button, the cassette starting to roll just as he starts to move again, your whines and cries of pleasure all caught by his tape. You barely notice in your haze, too cockdrunk to even consider any resignations to the idea of you being recorded.

He hears your breath hitch at the idea of being recorded, your voice softly crying out his name in complaint. He chuckles, kisses your cheek then continues pumping up into you, murmuring into your ear, “who knows, hm? Migh’ even get ya on the next track li’ thi’.”

a/n: ik his accent here is shit guys MY BAD IM SORRY aghh its so hard to write it shfbdsh

๋࣭ ⭑ tag/s: @eyesxxyou, @s4mo-is-dead