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atlascripts · 9 months

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Warnings: smut

you're a spider person, the Hobie Brown of your world is not

You stared at your hands observing the bandages wrapped around them, you had had a rough night and had come crashing into yours and Hobie's shared apartment, soaked in rain and blood and other multiple wounds before you collapsed. When you came to you were just in his old spare shirt and bandages all over. You swallowed a lump in your throat knowing he knew your identity yet none of you addressed the issue that night, it was like the giant looming time bomb in the room.

You were now in his room as your bandages had come undone and Hobie instructed you to just sit in his bed and wait…so you waited. You put the shirt away and used the covers to cover your chest with your back exposed. Being a spider person included an added benefit of regenerative healing but some days it just wasn't helping, the pain throbbed and you closed your eyes. Hobie's tall figure came shuffling into the room holding the aid kit as he saw your exhausted expression and defeated form, and his shoulders dropped a little. He'd never seen you like this, you barely spoke. You didn't look traumatized to him, no, just very tired and in pain, and yet still seemed to be holding up a wall to not let anyone in emotionally.

Yeah, you guys were just flatmates, recent ones too, he was an underground musician hanging with the happening crowd of the underground scene and you happened to have a large network of people there, that's how you two met. It was obvious from the start that you had a crush on him but with your duties as spider woman, you didn't really have time to pursue your love life, though if you were honest your breath would get stuck in a hitch every time you were around him. And Hobie well he was one receptive fucker alright. Everyone said he had a crazy sixth sense and that his gut feeling was never wrong and he loved flirting with you ever since he figured you may have liked him. He was charming and handsome and would always say the right words to get your heart all mangled.

But the tension rose when the two of you started sharing a roof, his senses always made him look at you all suspicious as if you had a secret, and your spider senses always told you to be extra careful to not let him know and so far you had been doing a great job until today.

Hobie cleared his throat “aherm” letting his presence be known and having you snap out of your daze, he sat facing your back and started going through the aid kit, he may have helped you out before when you were passed out and he had only concern then than the now growing boner in his pants. But with you awake he was a little just a little breathless and he could tell you were too. You felt the touch of his calloused fingers over your exposed back and a shiver ran down your spine as you tried not to look worked up, he was so close to you, you thought. His hands worked with ease to undo the stained bandages and for a moment your thoughts of being so exposed were broken by the blood stains you saw and looked a little worried. You were brought back to reality when you heard Hobie break the silence, “Huh?....it's already healing.” Your brows furrowed as you stared at your hands again at that statement and Hobie looked over your shoulder into the mirror in front seeing your expressions. 'There was more to the secret' he thought as his hands traced every scar he had bandaged seeing the smaller ones already healed and the bigger ones looking better already except he heard it, the way your breath got stuck in your throat with every graze of his finger. His hands would gently trace your skin, over the pattern of a scar on your shoulder blade and you felt his breath over the skin. The tension in the air could be cut with a scissor and cut he did when you felt his plush lips against your skin, the cool of the metal ring around it a contrast to the heat of your own burning skin. You gasped closing your eyes from the sensation of it, so soothing and comforting, and he took it as a cue to plant more gentle kisses across your back, slow and dragged over every scar he saw. The kisses lingered and your breathing got hot and heavy, he could tell. His hands traced the length of your arms before wrapping around you and pulling you closer. His fingers found their way to your bare chest playing with your sensitive buds. At this point, you threw your head back over his shoulder as weak little whimpers escaped your lips and his groping became a little intense making the arousal pool between your legs, all the while he hadn't stopped littering your skin with his kisses. His black chipped nail dragged over your thighs under the covers slowly trying to reach the spot where you wanted him to touch you the most.

'BZZZZZ' the buzzer bell rang jolting you out of your lust-hazed stupor and Hobie groaned in utter annoyance and got on his feet immediately taking long strides to pad out of the room to see who it could be. In those few minutes, you caught your breath, rubbing your neck and asking yourself 'what am I doing?' You looked up as he walked back in and he was shirtless now with his denims undone, “They won't disturb us again,” and he gave you a flirty smile as you averted your eyes the shyness immediately taking over. Noticing this he sauntered up to you and held your chin in his hands to have you look up at him. And he leaned down to kiss you a dizzyingly slow kiss, and you held his hand that was holding your face as your lips moved against his with such neediness that when he parted he saw the sigh leave your lips and it only made him grin mischievously seeing you so worked up for him. Stepping back he walked over to his bedside drawer to check if he had a pack of protection with him and he picked one out keeping it on the side table before settling down in bed. "C'mere luv" his voice was deeper but tender at the same time, it was commanding in its low tone and you found yourself crawling to him still hungry for the burning desire and he let you straddle him as you wasted no time in cupping his face and crashing your lips to his. He held you in place in his lap grinding against your wet cunt, he'd leave kitten licks over your lips and nibble at them to let him in.

With just the tension alone that had accumulated ever since you two were flatmates, had led you two to wordlessly just fuck with every passionate fibre of your being, not even bothering to address the obvious elephant in the room and why should you when he was pounding you into the mattress so good, just as you had wanted ever since he touched you with the initial intention to bandage you. His grunts and groans reverberated and made you feel the coil in your stomach begin to form for the third time that night. His metal-ringed hand held both of your wrists over your head and he used his other hand to dent crescent moons into your skin with how fiercely he held you in place that you were sure he'd sear marks in them. Your ankles dangled over his shoulder and he fucked in and out of you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping could be heard in the room mixed with the scent of sex and petrichor because of the rain storm outside. The thunder had been particularly loud and it only seemed to add effect to the fervor in which Hobie snapped his hips against yours. Your eyes welled with tears as you felt the oncoming wave and mewled his name pathetically.

“HOBIEEE!”

He deliberately slowed down his thursts into slow and deep ones letting go of your wrists to make you face him, he wanted the eye contact, the intimacy of it as he sloppily kissed you and you whined. Your eyes saw where the two of you connected and another lewd moan escaped you as you threw your head back and clutched onto the sheets on the sides. “Like what you see babe?” He teased picking up his pace again, your bodies rocking with every fast thrust. He lets your legs fall off his shoulder and you wrap them around him wanting him closer than ever, your now free hands clinging to his back trying hard not to claw him but lord knows your strength as a spider person gave in dragging streaks down his back and he winced and moaned at the feeling, clearly this sheit turned him on. His arms rested on the side of your face budding foreheads stealing kisses as his pace got faster and so did your vocal pleas. “G'nna cum for me again luv?” his deep voice added to the intensity that was building between you two, “ah sheit..babe 'm close,” he muttered and you held his face up to kiss him again and again and again, till until your hearts desire. You broke the kiss with a loud whine feeling your orgasm peak, making you shudder with an intensity you never felt before. Your muscles spasmed and your liquids coated his length as he watched your fucked out face while he kept thrusting to reach his climax. Your eyes were hooded but you held his face to give softer pecks to him encouraging him to finish up as he shot his load but stayed in you rocking back and forth slowly riding the high. The thunder kept roaring though as you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer in an embrace, hands rubbing circles at the back of his neck. Both of you share the silent contentment against the patter of the rain on the window.

mood song: harvest moon ft. kevin brauer by blazy

#hobie brown #spider punk #anarchic spider man #spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #mood song #punkgulaab

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pears-palette · 10 months

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Still being inspired by Spiderverse to fuck around with styles- this time with everyone’s favorite anarchic spider

#hobie brown #hobart brown #anarchic spider man #spider punk #spiderman #hobie spiderverse #spiderverse fanart #sony spiderverse #across the spiderverse

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yvie99 · 10 months

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#hobie my beloved #atsv hobie #196 #spider man #spider punk #anarchic spider man

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le-regrems · 11 months

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Okay I just wanted to say that this is straight up rude you guys could at least pretend to like my fanarts ya know?

Meanwhile enjoy fact that blue shoelaces are signs of killing a cope in anarchist circles.

Suddenly this scene hits different

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shyyuhh · 10 months

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anarchist tendencies

#hobie my beloved #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #uk #anarchist #anarchism #i did this at like 2 am #i apologise for this

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dukeofriven · 10 months

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Finally I can web-sling in style.

#spider punk #spider-punk #spider-man #spider man #marvel's spider man #spider-man ps4 #hobie brown #The Anarchic Spider-Man

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spiderdangeromo · 10 months

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"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗." 🤘

#hobie brown #spider punk #anarchic spider-man

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arachnik · 10 months

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if you call hobie spider-punk they’re gonna look at you with The nastiest side-eye imaginable and wait until you correct yourself

#tag later.#its NOT spider-punk it’s SPIDER-MAN ‼️#the ANARCHIC spider-man if you wanna get all technical with it #like yes hes punk but he hates being called spider-punk. it sounds silly to him 😔

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thasthar · 1 year

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“We don't have the power of the state. We don't have the authority on our side, the cops, or the media. What we have are angry hearts. Clenched fists. Love and rage... and 15,000 watts of punkrock, from an army of amps set to 11.”

Foul-mouthed teenager Hobie Brown became a Spider-Totem after being bitten by a spider irradiated by illegal waste dumping. He proclaimed himself a Spider-Man and began to fight for freedom alongside his new friends Captain Anarchy (Karl Morningdew) and Hulk (Robbie Banner).[7]

Leader of the Spider Army hat fought against President Osborn's regime, Hobart Brown utilized his free spirit as a "radioactive suicide machine" to rally support from the lowest classes that the regime was aiming to stamp out in the name of America's "strength".

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heckcareoxytwit · 6 days

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A preview of Spider-Punk: Arms Race #3

SPIDER-PUNK: ARMS RACE #3

ANARCHY IN THE USA! Just when HOBIE and the SPIDER-BAND think they have everything under control… CHAOS COMES COURTING CONTROL! As the heroes regroup, will their amped-up gear be enough? …I’m sorry, the new SPIDER-VAN does WHAT in this issue?!

Written by: Cody Ziglar Art by: Justin Mason Cover by: Takashi Okazaki Page Count: 28 Pages Release Date: April 24, 2024

#Spider Punk #The Anarchic Spider Man #Hobie Brown #hobart brown #Captain Anarchy #Karl Morningdew #Daredevil Drummer of Philly #Mattea Murdock #Spider Band #Dok Ock #Otto Octavius #Hammer Weapons Inc #spider punk: arms race #marvel preview #marvel

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atlascripts · 7 months

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Warnings: angst, no comfort..okay maybe a little if you squint, minor smut

punkgulaab

Twas a particularly humid evening when you came home, dropping your bag on the bed and kicking your shoes off you only had one thing in mind, a shower and dinner to wrap up the day. You didn't quite expect a visitor until he came over. Helping himself in through the balcony and straight into the kitchen as you leaned by the water cooler, "Hi, you could have used the door, no one's home." You spoke and chugged down some water smiling at your friend. The masked man before you just shrugged, his accent thick as he replied, "Not as fun is it then?"

He sat down at the little table in the kitchen, he ...never really unveiled himself, though you two had been friends for a while now. You met Spider Punk and the gang when anomalies became too frequent in your universe, your universe didn't have a spiderperson...or at least not yet. Pav mentioned something about your world bleeding into his hence the anomalies but that was also the way you met the spider folk. A band of superheroes that fascinated you, and though as much as you and Pav may have bonded over similarities in your worlds it was Hobie who you were intrigued by. He had popped in one day by himself to say hi after a mission and ever since then he’d have chai at your place.

"Oi where'd you go?" He asked bringing you back to reality from your thoughts about how weird it was to encounter interdimensional friends. The night was young, the neon lights of the nearby buildings shone through, the scent of roses and the seaside air was a gentle breeze as Hobie; a name you didn't know yet, followed your gaze out the balcony at the dystopian city with eco brutalism for architecture.

"Something on your mind luv?" He asked seeing as you were oddly very quiet. "Just tired I think, I'll make us some tea." You spoke and got two cups out almost like a routine you loved. You heard as Hobie went on about his day and if something fun happened he was sure to tell you the tea, but of all days today a soft sadness had seeped into your soul. You had only just found out about how the universes worked and about the 'arachno humanoid poly multi verse' or something Gwen had mentioned. The sadness settled in knowing one day they all would disappear from your life.....Hobie would disappear and though you tried not to think about it, it settled in like a slow grief ebbing into your veins.

"Hey.." You asked cutting him off from a random story he was mentioning about that Miguel guy, "Yeah?" he asked, "Is my universe really under threat....would it disappear?" You asked hesitantly watching the tea leaves in the water waiting for them to boil. "Not if we can help it, no...besides it's been off the danger zone for a while now so don't worry you’re good." His voice was chirpy as always but it was a little more grounded as he observed her from behind his mask. "Is that what's bothering you?" He asked as he joined you leaning by the counter with his arms folded, "Sort of it's a weird feeling ya know.." You looked like you had more to say but didn't and he picked up on it watching as you poured hot tea over the sieve into your cups. Hobie as always would only lift half of his mask to enjoy any snacks you served him with the chai. However you noticed a bruise over his bottom lip, and you were aware he had a lip ring, it always made you wonder what kind of a person he was visually. "Spidey...yer wounded." You spoke and he took a sip of the tea and winced, "Ow that was hot and yeah it's just a little cut nothin’ much, don't worry about it." He waved it off as always but you wanted to get the aid kit and help him but realized reality isn't always like the movies you see, you couldn't bring yourself to pull such a stunt, you tried though. "I have an aid kit with gauze and everything you can use my bathroom if you need to." You offered. "That won't be needed but you are a sweetheart to ask that, I promise to let you know if I ever need it alright?" He assured you and couldn't help but smile seeing you smile at his words, the blush on your cheeks was evident every time he used a pet name, he did it on purpose but played it off like it was a habit.

Hobie noticed as you opened your mouth to speak and stopped but then spoke eventually, "Once this is all over...will you all go back to your homes and like we’ll never see each other again?" There was hesitance when you asked but this time you looked at him as if really wanting answers, "Well that's the plan to eventually settle back in our own worlds, though truthfully I don't think the spide society is ending anytime soon."

Hobie's response made her eyes hopeful as she asked, "Does it mean you can still visit or that isn't allowed?" He took a sip of his tea as you looked away down at your own cup, sadness seeping into your words, "It's just I thought you weren't gonna show up, it had been a while and I didn't expect a goodbye to be so abrupt.., but it made me wonder that its inevitable right?"

"Is that what's buggin’ you, why you been so quiet?" He asked leaning over the round kitchen table you two were sat at, "I wouldn't leave without a proper goodbye luv, none of us would trust me." You smiled pursing your lips and took the last few sips of your tea now gone cold, "It's weird because here if someone leaves I can still know they are alive and doing well but with you guys.... I'll never know it's like you never existed and I am struggling to come to terms with it..." Your words choked up at the last bit, tears threatening to spill as you looked away and Hobie realized then just how much it had been affecting you, "M'sorry I didn't mean to worry you." You spoke and wiped your tears away but sat in that awkward silence as the sounds from outside wandered in, someone's radio was playing old songs with broken audio, twas some old folk tale love song, how fitting.

Hobie observed you in that moment, he didn't speak either, the reality of it wasn't far from his thoughts in fact he knew it the moment the spider kids wanted to stay over a while at your place, he knew since that day...this would happen and he couldn't lie that it wasn’t hurting him. Maybe because he was confused about his growing fondness for you, he was damn sure you felt the same way your vulnerability right now was proof for him, he trusted his gut and that’s what it was saying right now.

The hanging silence of grief was disrupted by the beeping of the watch on his wrist, there was so much he wanted to say, he was gathering courage or better yet trying to form words but before he could the messages on the watch rolled in and he sighed dramatically throwing his head back on the chair, "M' so sorry about this, I need to go." You quickly wiped your drying tears away and and straightened up, "Right right sorry about this." The dread was seeping in slowly of the awkwardness but Hobie being Hobie played it off so casually and so well, "They can't resist my charms y'know." He pulled down the half tucked mask and walked towards the balcony, "Uhh hey I just wanted to say tha-" he was cut off once again by the beeping watch "Oh for fucks sake, I'm so sorry luv I promise I'll come back around and we’ll continue but for now g’night darlin’." He swung off as he wished her good night as his watch kept beeping and then for a split second you could feel the air get still and you knew that was the dimension opening and he was gone just like that, leaving you with this weird sensation you weren't happy about and also cursing yourself for being so sappy but really was it unjust to feel this way? You found yourself asking that and gosh you hadn't even seen his face but you were falling....slowly and very deeply like death by quicksand drowning you away.

It was a long time after that, till he showed up again, you met the spider kids in between whose faces you also didn't know until now and they just mentioned how Spider Punk was busy these days. But with each passing day, you knew you had scared him off, it hurt thinking he may be the type to avoid feelings so hurray for you to fall for the cliche emotionally not available dude, but then other times you blamed yourself saying things like he's probably just making boundaries as one should. None of them was a solace, it hurt for a while before it started growing numb, to the point where you were starting to come to terms with never seeing him again..or them...even the kids stopped showing up, that too without a goodbye.

But then one golden sunset with the autumn breeze in the air, you had stepped up to your rooftop to redecorate it for the winter, a place for friends and bbq hangouts and such. You were oddly feeling content that day, work had been good and you had made plans for the weekend with friends, it was you know that brief flittering moment on a windy day when everything seemed fine, like you’re going to be okay. Except you couldn't help but suddenly miss Hobie, heck you didn't even know his real name, he was Punk Spidey to you. The universe worked in mysterious ways when you felt it almost like a miracle that you had thought of him after so long and..there he was, that voice unmistakably his.

"Hey there mate, missed me?" You whipped your head around to see him jump over the ledge and onto the roof. You were speechless eyes brimming immediately, you lost your voice for a moment but smiled so wide just happy to see him, "I..thought you all would never come back...I was sure of it." Hobie could see the hurt in your eyes the feeling of betrayal almost. But first, he wanted to come clean, he took off his mask in one swift motion and you were left gobsmacked. He was beautiful, with dark brown eyes, an awesome hairdo which made you wonder how'd it even fit but most importantly, that smile, you could finally see it spread to his eyes and lord knows you felt your knees give out for a moment. He had a few scars over his sharp bone structured face but really he belonged on a vogue magazine cover that's for sure. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased sauntering forward but his smile was genuine as you snapped back to reality making a mental note of, yeah he's out of your league. "Hi," you managed to say as if seeing him anew, "Hey, the name’s Hobie, Hobie Brown." he introduced himself in that thick cockney accent that gave a nice ring to it. He reached out a hand to shake as if being playful, "Lovely to meet you Hobie I am umm me, just me." You giggled at the silliness of the moment but never noticed how he was stepping closer, he didn't have all of his spider suit on like the gloves..weren't present. You realized that when he reached up to wipe the stray tears away feeling his skin against yours for the first time, "I promised not to leave without saying a goodbye remember?" Those words hit like a ton of bricks, "Is this goodbye?" You asked feeling like a lump was stuck in your chest, you so very much wanted to hold his hand as you struggled not to cry. He was silent, eyes solemn, and he was closer as tears blurred your vision and you stared down at your feet, all reason went out the window and soft sobs erupted, your throat hurt so bad from trying to hold back but you just couldn't. And you felt him wrap his arms around you, it wasn't a simple sort of a hug, no, he slowly took his time to hold you close, closer, firmly and you sniffled into his chest, hiccuping as well. Only Hobie knew how he managed to hold in his emotions for your sake, it took everything in him to not cry at this sad state of affairs, divided by universes, star crossed lovers be damned, you two weren't even supposed to meet or be at all....it hurt more knowing you both would disappear out of each other’s lives like you never ever existed.

"Hey look at me luv," he coaxed you to look up and you tried to steady your breathing as you looked up, his pet name almost sounding less flirty and more like an established relationship thing. "Hobie I, before I forget I need you to know, I really like you, like a lot, I've never felt this way about anyone before and I am scared you'll disappear any moment now so I had to tell you-" You rambled out immediately as if there was some clock ticking by and Hobie was both surprised and pained at the way you confessed, it wasn't romantic, it was rushed and he could tell why. "Hey hey, breathe, I am right here, look at me." He tried to find your eyes but frankly speaking this all was starting to feel like a nightmare to you, you held his hand that reached to wipe your tears again and gently squeezed it as if wanting to know he was real. Hobie knew no words could fix this torment, his eyes were glassy from holding back his own tears and his breathing was heavy. You two just were in that moment, under the sunset’s glow and like moths to a flame, Hobie closed the gap between you two pressing his lips to yours in a longing kiss. He tried to be gentle, he really did but the way you gripped his vest pulling him closer, had him going in with such fervor it left you breathless in a matter of moments and even then when you'd break away catching your breath he'd pull you right back in, closer in his arms, never wanting to part.

The sun was slowly going down but Hobie stayed, longer than any stay, he stayed with you for such a long time wanting to commit you to his memory. You knew this would hurt and yet still you lay yourself bare for him to take, making love like it was the last day on earth. Guiding your leg up a little and around his waist, he moved slow and sensual for this last round, lips not leaving yours. Tears pricked your eyes from both pleasure and sorrow and you held his face mumbling a soft, "..I love you." It felt too soon yes, but also felt like it was now or never. "I love you too.." his words were practically muffled into the kiss. Still, you heard it, you felt it and his thrusts became deep leaving you gasping and whining, clinging to him as he trailed wet kisses down to the sensitive spot on your neck. You wordlessly felt yourself clamp around his length climaxing while he rode you into overstimulation, whispering praises and sweet words. He grunted and buried his face in your hair gripping onto your waist so tight as he chased his own high and he groaned when you felt him finish and you held him as if to steady him. No words were exchanged then, just gentle touches and an embrace to lull you to sleep when he lay beside you.

You were asleep when he'd wake in between his restless slumber from nightmares, he'd curl up closer to you face buried into your neck. "I promise I'll find a way.." He whispered to your sleeping form a promise to you and to himself...he wasn't going to let this god forsaken issue be the reason for you two being torn apart. Rules be damned, there are always exceptions, he knew of it, he was sure of it...or at least he'd die trying.

That dawn he was gone, kissed you goodbye before the sunrise and disappeared. When you awoke the wind was knocked out of you as if it dawned on you all over again, this was it you thought to yourself...you just stared out the window with blank eyes and endless tears, still in bed, bare and covered in last night's pleasure. A part of you might as well have been buried alive that day, eyes hollow and longing, waiting each day then for time to move faster to heal the void.

Hobie was gone..

‘Hobie, my beloved..~’

mood song: mehram from coke studio s14

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#hobie brown #spider punk #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown angst #anarchic spider man #spiderman across the spiderverse #mood song #desi coded reader #desi reader #punkgulaab

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soranatus · 11 months

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The Anarchic Spider-Man! By Jhony Caballero

#spiderverse #atsv #Across The Spiderverse #Across The Spider-Verse #spiderman #Spider-Punk #Spider Punk #hobie brown

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eccentricpumpkin · 10 months

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Anarchism and Fish

I watched into Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse today again for the second time.

Anarchism and going against the direction the stream around you pushes is something I struggle with. The world tells you "this is how it is", and ushers you onwards. Your "why"s and questions are met with a deflated huff and eye roll, with a "just do what you're told." and a "stop being so difficult."

Swimming up the stream hurts. It burns, flaking off your scales and skin, leaving you bleeding and struggling as those around you sigh, watching as you make your life more difficult. Be smart, not right, they shout over and over again, viewing your act of defiance as a naive ego battle.

But you, the fish that bleeds, knows this is not about that. It never was about what you know, about being right or smart. Rather, it was a testament to what you do not know. You stop and stare at the stream, at the water, studying it. You wish to understand the liquid surrounding you, you wish to be a part of the game it plays.

Is it worth it?

I don't know. Perhaps you should let go. Perhaps asking why is the wrong approach. Perhaps there is a certain level of resistance needed for you to grow. Perhaps there isn't and you burn brightly until your fuel runs out and your lidless body is carried along the river into the ocean. It often feels inevitable.

I cannot put what I feel into words. The confusion and fear and anxiety and idiocy that fuels it all. I am santient and smart enough to ask these questions, but nowhere near capable enough to answer them. In a cosmic way, it's rather funny. On a personal level, it's tragic.

I wonder what answers Spiderman would have to my queries. Whether he should continue swimming upstream, and what will become of him if he does.

Signing out,

E.P. 03:25

#spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #into the spider verse #philosophy #diary #anarchism

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pearlsinmyhair · 9 months

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☆ hobie brown. the anarchic spider-man.

taking a crap on the establishment, i salute you.

now playing: anarchy in the uk, the sex pistols

brainrots:

experience - nsfw. fem!reader. hobie asks you if you want to feel your favorite song, and it’s not in the way you expected.

teach me - nsfw. fem!reader. inexperienced!reader.

one shots:

mirror pic - you ask hobie to help you take a suggestive picture invoking his hands as a bra. fem!reader. nsfw.

his angel - hobie adores you, and thanks more should too. fem!reader. nsfw. personal fav and fan fav.

mark me up, baby - hobie asks that you give him a little signature of yours to go on stage with, but it doesn’t stop there. fem!reader. nsfw.

no labels - hobie doesn’t believe in labels, until he meets you and makes some exceptions. fem!reader. nsfw.

come home to me. - hobie always comes home to you, no matter what. fem!reader. nsfw. angst at the end.

love of my life, don’t hurt me - hobie confesses to you with the help of freddy mercury. gn!reader. fluff.

slow - hobie and you get a moment of peace. gn!reader. fluff.

hobie the thrifting god - self explanatory. fem!reader. fluff.

idiot - hobie is selfless, and sometimes it gets your heart rate up a bit too high. fem!reader. fluff.

oops - hobie accidentally drops in on you in an intimate moment. fem!reader. nsfw. smut.

his muse - hobie can’t for the life of him find inspiration for a song, so his friends take him out in an effort to free his mind. the club doesn’t work, but maybe the girl stumbling into the room he’s occupying will. fem!reader. slight smut at the very end.

multi-part:

lovely:

pt i: hobie walks in on his s/o singing and decides to join them. gn!reader. fluff.

pt ii: hobie finally convinces you to perform with his band. gn!reader. fluff with one suggestive sentence at the end.

-these parts are loosely connected and can be read as stand alones

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months

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My Unpopular Hobie Brown Opinions (& Headcanons) - [Part 1/??????]

Excuse me excuse me i got some shit to say that needs to be said cause this just what i be thinking when i be thinking too hard cause i be doing that sometimes (photo is of me when i be thinking cause i be doing that)

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First of all - Hobie doesn't have a smart phone.

Those little fake text yall be making? Where Hobie has a blue bubble? Nah bro not happening.

You think Hobie Brown is walking around with Siri in his pocket?? Siri who listens in on you and responds to the things you're saying while storing your info?

He isn't.

And he's not on twitter either so you can put those fake tweets in the basket too

He's not scrolling on the bird app giving Elon Musk revenue and engagement

Hobie seem like the type to walk in your house and start bad mouthing your Alexa. Be in your kitchen like 'Hey Google, kill yourself'

He has never opened or witnessed Tiktok and he never will

AT MOST he has a burner flip phone like a plug. And even then you have to pray he buys minutes. Voicemail? FULL.

Hobie is not a player.

He's from the 70's - the strongest time for HARDCORE second-wave feminism. Like bra-burning. Plus he's in the punk scene. He knows better than to say some slick shit or pull anything

BUT if ya'll make it clear it's casual and you catch feelings.. damn that sucks for you

Also, Hobie Brown doesn't get jealous. Lets stop the cap right now.

Mans doesn't even believe in private property and you think he'd feel comfortable being possessive over his partner

ESPECIALLY if they're a woman?

And secondly what insecurities does he even have to make him jealous? Can YOU , right now ,even imagine a man that would make Hobie Brown insecure/jealous?

I'll wait.

Realistically speaking, if you're not punk he's not into you most likely.

You don't have to listen to the music or 'dress the part' he doesn't care about that i mean like politically if you aren't in the movement good luck

Like if you turn down going to protests, or organizing,

or you don't wanna do community service with him he's not gonna feel it.

And he'd most likely be into people educated and into thinks like communism, socialism, anarchism, etc. If you can't hold a conversation about the immoralism behind being a landlord, then yeah there might be some awkward silences

Also can't believe I have to say this but ACAB and I mean that.

If you fuck with cops, Hobie doesn't fuck with you. Unless they're your family and even then they're on thin fucking ice.

Hobie has one-on-one interacts with fascists cops on the regular. The actively know who Spider-man is and target him.

Of course he's gonna hate them, or vent about them. The same way his one good experience with Gwen doesnt make him like the Society, having one good theoretical experience with a cop wouldn't make Hobie not hate cops.

In addition, Hobie has canonically killed people and is willing to kill again any day of the week if he has to. He stays ready.

He's done it with his guitar and he'll probably do it again in the future

And if you're with him you'd genuinely have to be comfortable and okay with that.

What are you gonna do? Defend a fascist? Exactly

So if he comes home with blood on him that isn't his, how you react is on you-

He's still gonna sleep good as hell at night

Hobie isn't very romantic. Like at all.

He's not buying you flowers - that's a sexist trope. He's not taking you to the movies because fuck the studio execs. He's not celebrating Valentine's Day because it's literally made up and he'll only celebrate anniversaries if you REALLY want to

He probably isn't chivalrous at all because he doesn't think to be - it's outplayed. So he's not opening doors and pulling out chairs or nothing

I feel like he's the type that if you got mad about it he'd be genuinely surprised because it just doesn't occur to him to be romantic

He'd be like 'why the fuck do you need roses?? i mean i love you i can knick you some if u want??'

He'd probably feel like all that is superficial as hell, and show his love in other ways

like stressing that you text him when you get home or always asking if you've eaten

he'd be like 'had any scran' or 'you've eaten right?' and if you havent hed immediately turn and go looking for the nearest food to give you (food insecurity does that to you)

Oh and he is not getting married not even a hippie wedding

cause Hobies not buying a ring (gold mining causes suffering anyway) and he's not proposing and if his partner proposed I feel like he'd be shocked in a slightly uncomfortable way

I could absolutely see him being poly. Like either being in a thruple, but most likely just having multiple seperate partners who also have partners

i can see Hobie being a baby daddy. Not in the bad way. In the good way. But not in the Peter B. way.

Not elaborating on that last part it just is what it is

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okay ill leave this here before it gets long also no proofreading oop - but tell me what you think id love to hear your thoughts! What you agree with or disagree with and why :) im chill and nice and not a twitter person i promise lol

but also, I said what I said <3

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