#MJs clown art

[grassfedclowns]

The Lord of Phoenix Drop

[clowningaroundmars]

some more hobie1610! :)

i luv this little bug just bc i love mj and i LOVE LOVE LOVE hobie! i simply couldn't resist 🩷

in the story, i tried mashing together a bunch of different references for his character, while still trying to stay true to the character of mary jane watson but also not sacrificing too much of hobie brown. i hope i… did a good enough job?

more under the cut :)

☆ hobie1610 is a supermodel-in-training inspired by mj watson's dreams of being a model and an actress. except in 1610, mj has these dreams forced onto him rather than aspiring to be them. he's living mj watson's dreams and hates it lol

☆ hobie1610 has a strained relationship with his family, true to mj watson's awful family dynamics in canon. it just... runs in every mj's blood i guess lmao

☆ hobie1610 wants so badly to be an investigative journalist! his plan after graduating from visions is to land an internship at the daily bugle :)

☆ he also gets up to mechanical shenanigans in his free time, fixing and building whatever he can get his hands on. he's very handy with machines and tech, true to the original characterization of hobie brown on earth-616, except on earth-1610 he usually has to hide his tools and gadgets

☆ his favorite subjects in school are english lit and physics!

☆ i gave hobie1610 uniform locs to look like mj's signature long hair but also to directly contrast hobie138's freeform locs

☆ if hobie1610 were to ever meet hobie138, he'd seethe and mald with jealousy. just like miles, mj's biggest wish is for his family to stop stacking so much pressure on his shoulders all the time. seeing another version of him living the free anarchist life would def have him feeling a type of way

hobie meeting mj: oh wow... nearly forgot what my face looks like without m' piercings lol :p

mj meeting hobie: I'M BRITISH IN THIS DIMENSION?!

☆ but he's a hobie alright! he rebels as often as he can in the typical ways teens with strict parents do. no one is putting this guy's flame out 🔥

☆ most of that rebellion consists of sneaking out when he knows he shouldn't. his mother is strict, but she's often very busy and that gives hobie1610 many chances to slip away unnoticed. his bravery is inspired by mj's character in the spiderman ps4 game, where she gets involved in dangerous missions with peter. those gameplay scenes with her in the museum inspired the 3rd chapter of my hobie1610 story

☆ hobie1610's sense of humor is more like zendaya's mj than anyone else

☆ the concept of hobie being miles' mj didn't entirely come out of nowhere! it wasn't just abt punkflower-- the possibility came up when i remembered that andrew garfield claimed he wanted his spiderman's mj to be a man. specifically played by michael b jordan ;)

☆ hobie1610's casual wardrobe outside of visions and his photoshoots consists of mostly greens and earth tones. most mj's across various diff portrayals have green or earth tones in their casual fits

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[randomly-a-fan]

Not the best “Art” work

A part 2 to Watching you.. watching me? by @tuttifuckinfruttifriday

WARNING: Attempting Murder, endangerment 

Before MJ gets out of Star’s car, Aquarius looked over at MJ, hoping for an explanation for her behavior. “MJ, did you want to leave because of that black and white clown?” Aquarius asked. MJ didn’t answer, she just teared up with fear. “He creeps me out, at first, I thought he was cute, but him looking at me creepily...” Then she made a shivery reaction. “I’ll make it up to you; I’ll buy us a meal the next time we hang out. Right now though, I needed to clear my mind.” MJ explained. Aquarius nodded and understands, so she gave MJ a hug and waved her a farewell.

So, MJ walks into the woods of Camp Crystal Lake to get back to her loving family. That is until she heard a branch snap. “Jason???” MJ called out, thinking that it may be Jason coming for her, or is looking for trespassers. It turns out though, that it was that same clown from the café that keeps creeping her out. MJ gasped when she saw him coming out of the bush with a knife in his hand with a goofy smile. 

MJ snapped herself out and decided to run for her life while screaming from the top of her lungs, while hoping that her husband would come to her rescue. She was too scared to look back, but she did hear pitter-patters, so she knew that he was chasing her. When MJ saw her cabin, she rushed in and slammed the door and then lock it. She then closed the curtains and took a breather.

Jason heard MJ screaming when he was out on a perimeter-check, but he couldn’t get there quick enough, and he didn’t see anybody either. When he noticed that the curtains in the house were closed, he assumes that MJ was in the house. He tried to open the door, but the door is locked, so he tried knocking it to get his wife’s attention. But MJ thought it was that clown that came to hunt her, so she quietly peeked through the peeking hole and saw a familiar hockey mask-wearing husband. MJ quickly unlocked the door and fling into his arms while crying. “Jay... I-I-I wah-was being chased-- b-b-by a--” Jason tried to calm MJ down after he have closed the door; he knew right away that MJ has met with a terrible fate. 

So, he carried her into their bedroom and placed his wife on his lap on the bed. “A black and white clown was at the café this evening... And he was just... Staring at me creepily... Then, after Aquarius drove off, he was in the bushes, giving me a creepy smile while holding a knife... He’s coming to kill me!” MJ cried. Jason’s eyes were wide open after hearing about his wife being a target, so he placed his wife on her side of the bed, and instructed her to lock the door and keep the curtains closed. He also told her that he will do the secret knock, so she’ll know that it was her husband.

MJ nodded in relief as Jason went out to look for that son-of-a-goon that put a threat on his wife. While MJ nervously paces back-and-fourth, she heard Malon coming in. “Mommy... Are you okay?” Malon asked. She was in her nightgown while holding her teddy; which to MJ, it’s extremely adorable. “Hey Malon, what do you say I make us some popcorn as a late-night snack, and we can watch some Winnie the Pooh Series before bed, would you like that?” MJ asked. Malon nodded with excitement and went to her room to grab her Winnie the Pooh stuffy. Even though MJ was still scared about the clown outside somewhere, she wanted Malon to enjoy herself, without worrying about what could happen. 

***

After Aquarius got back home, she was explaining to her lover Pennywise about what happened at the café that day. After hearing the description about what the clown looked like, Pennywise stared in shock. “Are you talking about Art? He once came to our place for an interview on being baby Archie’s babysitter. How could you forget about that creep?” Pennywise asked. Aquarius looked back from way back then. (link to the story) 

Then it hit her like a bullet. “Now I remember; he wanted to hold Archie, but I wouldn’t let him, since I had a bad feeling about that clown. But he seems so nice when I chatted with him, he does cute things.” Aquarius explained. Pennywise face-palmed. “Exactly, that’s what he was attending to do, so you’ll be catching off guard; I know, because that’s my thing, it’s more than just luring kids to a balloon, or a paper boat; depending who you are that is.” Pennywise explained. “You don’t suppose that Art is a demi-human, do you?” Aquarius asked. “You can put it in that way; but actually, he’s extremely dangerous. Last I’ve heard, he saw a woman in half... naked.” Pennywise said while doing the eyebrow thing.

Aquarius didn’t have time to smack Pennywise in the face, she wanted to call MJ to warn her and to check to see if she’s okay. As Aquarius was going to make a phone call, the phone was out of line. “What the--” Aquarius said in shock. Pennywise chuckled. “He’s here...” Pennywise said in a creepy voice, as he was doing a horror movie reference. “Pennywise, you stop! Now turn the phone back on right now.” Aquarius ordered, thinking that her boyfriend cut the line. “Baby Blue, I didn’t do it; because you were making contact with Art the Clown, he’s after you, knowing that you’d do anything to protect your best friend.” Pennywise explained. 

Aquarius grew frustrated, so she walked out to her car to drive over to her friend’s place. “STAR, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Pennywise rushed out on all-fours like a wild animal. “If I can’t call her, I’ll have to drive over and warn her in person.” Aquarius said while she backs out. But Pennywise rushed over behind her to stop her. “Pennywise, MOVE!” Aquarius yelled. “No, I’m not letting you leave after you just got back! PLAY WITH ME.” Pennywise cried. Aquarius didn’t want to do what she’s about to do, but her boyfriend is indestructible, so in high speed, she drove right over him. Pennywise may be flat in the chest, but he managed to recover quickly. “STAR.” Pennywise yelled out.

***

Back at Camp Crystal Lake, MJ and Malon were enjoying watching some Winnie the Pooh series, until she heard Malon falling asleep. MJ wanted to get her to bed, but Malon was too heavy for her, and the couch is not very comfy, no matter how tired Malon is. She was going to gently wake her up until she heard a knock; Which is Jason’s secret knock. MJ got up and opened the door for him. 

When Jason entered in, he gave his wife and comforting hug and a kiss by the lips. “Did you find him?” MJ asked in a whisper. Jason did look around the perimeter very carefully, while listening to every sudden sound; like a snap of a twig or a rustle in the leaves, but he didn’t find that troublemaker, so he assumes that the trespasser was gone. So, he gave her an honest answer and reassurance that if he hears or sees something or someone, he’ll go on extreme Jason-mode. MJ nodded and kissed her husband by the lips, as she believed him.

After a calm conversation, Jason walked over to the couch where Malon was sleeping soundly. He smiled to see his little girl sleeping while being covered in popcorn crumbs, until it’s time for him to carry her to bed, while MJ turns off the movie and clean up the couch and floor. 

***

While MJ was sleeping, Jason heard something outside; he promised MJ that he’d make sure that her and Malon are safe, so he got out of bed and went out to investigate. While Jason was out, someone else was in the house, Art was still after MJ for being terrified of him. He took a knife out and approached her bedroom, as he was going to aim for the head, he heard a young voice. “Mommy, may I get a drink of water?” Malon walked towards her mom and dad’s room, since it was wide open. But when she saw a black and white clown, she screamed.

-Earlier-

Once Jason got outside, he saw someone in the bushes. He took out his machete and approaches the bush, that’s when Aquarius jumped out. “OH MY GOD-- Jason it’s me, Star!” Aquarius exclaimed, as Jason nearly swung his machete at her. Jason dropped the machete in shock; he nearly killed one of his friends. “Jason, listen, MJ was being stalked by this clown called Art. He’s no human-being; he’s even more sick than my husband.” Aquarius explained.

If what Aquarius said about Art being more sick-minded than Pennywise is true; not to mention as non-humane, then he shouldn’t have left the cabin. He found that out before he heard Malon screaming. Jason and Aquarius rushed over to the cabin to see what’s going on.

-Now-   

Malon wanted to attack the clown, but he was holding a knife and got too scared. Art would have killed MJ right this minute, but, killing the little girl in front of MJ would be just as terrifying. Malon backed away nervously as MJ slowly approaches Art from behind. Of course, that’s exactly what Art hoped she would do. He swung the knife towards her, but he unfortunately missed, but he still hit MJ by the top of the ear. MJ screamed when she felt the sting and the sight of blood. 

That’s when he turned around to kill off Malon. Only to find out that Malon has disappeared; where did she go? As Art looked around, Malon grabbed the fireplace poker before approaching the couch to sneak up on him. 

Art started to assume that Malon got out, so he decided to just finish up MJ before she recovers from her state-of-shock. MJ looked over at Art with a knife in his hand, MJ teared up before she pleads. “Please clown, don’t do this... I’ll do anything, just anything... I’ll bake you something!” MJ begged. Art is not interested; however, he wasn’t even aware of Malon coming towards Art and stabbed him in the butt; since she’s a little short and couldn’t aim for the back, but at least it’ll slow him down until her dad comes back.

Which at last, Jason did with a bang with Aquarius from behind. Both Jason and Aquarius were shocked to see Malon actually go far beyond and randomly stabbed Art in the butt with the fireplace poker. Aquarius went on ahead and grabbed hold of Art the Clown to give him the taste of his own medicine. “You’re in one big heap of trouble; but since I can’t eat your sins; being non-human and all, I’ll may as well just kill you.” Aquarius said with a ware-cat growl at the end. That is until Pennywise rushed in before Aquarius had the chance to eat off his head. “Star wait, let me settle him!” Pennywise said as he ran out of breath. “Penny, what are you doing here?” Aquarius asked. “Never mind that, just let me handle Art while you help the Voorhees; it looks to me that MJ is bleeding from the ear.” Pennywise said, then he turned to Jason. “From what Malon has witnessed, maybe have her consider on getting her memory removed from what happened that night.” Pennywise said before looking over at Malon huddling against the back of the couch.

Once Pennywise took Art the Clown outside, Jason walked over to Malon to see if she’s okay. Malon was upset for what she did, even if it’s to save her mom’s life; but she’s afraid that she’ll become menacing like her dad, just because she stabbed Art in the butt with the fireplace poker. “I don’t want to be bad, daddy... I don’t want to be a killer like you...” Malon whimpered. Jason teared up after hearing what she said, he’s not hurt for what she said about not wanting to be a killer; he didn’t want her to be a killer at all, he’s just afraid for Malon as well, he didn’t know how to explain to Malon that what she did was out of love and protection, but what she did was dark; Jason was really in a big mess.

Aquarius was checking out MJ’s ear, the knife did go through, but it’s not serious or deep, it doesn’t even need stitches; yes, it’s optional when it’s just a tiny stitch, but medical glue will work just as fine. So, Aquarius took MJ to the bathroom to clean and fix up her ear then patch it up. “Thanks Aquarius, you’re a doll.” MJ thanked. Aquarius gently pinched MJ’s nose with a smile before responding. “That’s what friends are for... And you know something, I believe we still have a woman’s night out that needed to be finished, so how about tomorrow, we grab a bite, on me.” Aquarius offered. “If I’m feeling up for it; Malon seems to be struggling over there, that even Jason is having a hard time making her feel better. If it’s okay with you... I think we needed our time at home for a while.” MJ said sadly. Aquarius hugged MJ with understanding, as it were something she would do if she were in that situation. “If you like, I can drop by tomorrow, to see if you guys were alright, and then we can have a talk.” Aquarius offered. MJ nodded. “I think that’s swell, thank you, sug’.” MJ and Aquarius hugged each other before Aquarius leaves for home.

***

After Aquarius left, Jason and MJ sat on the couch with Malon in the middle. Since MJ can speak, she can explain to Malon about what she did. “Sweetie, I know it was shocking, and it was a scary experience. It’s scary for me too. I also get why you’re upset; you did something that seems so wrong, yet you did it anyway.” Malon is starting to cry a little, remembering what she did to that clown. “I just wished I’ve done something different than poke him in the bum.” Malon admits. “Well sweetie, Art is a sick clown; even if you’d do something different, he wouldn’t have mercy to spare you or my life, so what you did was necessary; it’s not like you’re going to do this sort of thing to anyone else, right?” MJ asked. “Of course not! Even though I hated Annie, but I wouldn’t be doing something THIS hasty.” Malon answered. “There you go! And it’s not like we’ll meet up with intruders or trespassers anytime soon; not with big daddy here to scare them away.” MJ said while she gave her husband a wink. 

Malon hugged her daddy and then her mom, then they both huddled together. “I love you mom and dad...” Malon said quietly. “We love you too, baby girl... Now, let’s get ourselves ready for bed.” MJ suggested. Malon had to admit that she is rather tired, so she obeyed with ease. Jason is still wondering about something; What in the world is Pennywise planning to do with Art the Clown?

***  

Late at night at the café, Pennywise and Art were having cookies and tea, as Pennywise talks some senses to Art. “I know you pretty well, you’re just like me; you enjoy going after people and then kill them, heck! You also kill the kids... LIKE ME.” Pennywise laughed. Art was waving his arms quickly, as he was telling him to be quiet. “Relax, Derry is under my spell, people here will think it's normal. Look, I spared you, because I like your style of scaring. So I have a proposition for you.” Art smiled while resting his chin on his hands. “Here’s a town that will be perfect for you to roam; it’s called Ambrose, I have a bus ticket here for you, it’s on me... In return, if you do come back here, you can bring the children corpse; since you don’t eat them like I do. What do you say?” Pennywise asked as he put out his hand for a handshake.

Art does like the idea of being at a different town to do his bidding, he never heard of Ambrose, so he can’t really process it, but he somehow trusted him. So, he agrees and accepts the offer; he didn’t want to be around his girlfriend anyway. “Well, you and that fire-poker better catch your bus, it’s coming in twelve minutes.” Pennywise warns. Art got up and heads for the bus station, not before he gives Pennywise a creepy smile and a goodbye. Pennywise shivered from his gestures. However, he’s relieved that he got rid of Art and kept his family and friends safe.

The End

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 20/?

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Have some fluff from Jason's family

Jason didn’t want another situation like Talia to happen, so he asked Raven for help. She was happy to help.

“The spell I put around the house will help cloak it from prying eyes. Even if someone finds out the address and tries to find it, they’ll always end up back in the village. It has an added bonus; you’ll know if someone is looking for your house.”

“Thanks, Raven, I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything. I’m glad to help keep my little niece and nephew safe.”

Jason smiled. He was quickly looking at Raven as an older sister and Roy as an older brother. 

(Is this how it could’ve been with his old family?)

“Still, I want to thank you. How about I make you some waffles since it’s still morning? It’s one of my specialties.”

Raven smiled, “Well, I never turn down free food.”

“Ohh, can I help, daddy?”

“Of course, lad.”

They ended up covered in flour. Danny’s hair was almost as white as his ghost half.

“So, Jason, tell me, how’s it going with your new powers,” Raven asked after breakfast.

Jason sighed, “It’s a bit tough, but I’m getting there. I’m no longer going intangible at random times. I’m flying better, and Danny is teaching me how to make shields and ectoblasts. The ectoblasts are easier. I only have to call some up, point, and blast. It’s almost like a gun.”

“Daddy is really good at paying attention and learning—hey, stop that daddy!”

Jason laughed as he wiped the syrup from his little boy’s mouth. Jazz smiled fondly while she fed Ellie. Ellie giggled, her two little teeth on display.

That’s when it hit Jason like a freight train. He was happy. It felt like it was overwhelming him and going to overflow from his body. He knew everyone around the table could feel his happiness and didn’t care.

Raven gave him a warm smile.

“I’m glad you found this, Jason. You deserve it,” Raven said. She meant every word of it.

He didn’t know if he deserved it, but unlike a certain emotionally constipated billionaire, he knew Jason wouldn’t question it. He would hold on to this happiness with both hands and never let go.  

Danny hugged Jason with still sticky hands.

Jason owed his happiness to his little boy.

____

Bruce woke up feeling miserable.

What else was new?

The night before had been tough. There had been an Arkham breakout. Thankfully, the Joker hadn’t escaped. Bruce didn’t know what he would’ve done to the clown if he had.

(Where was his son? He was alive. He was away from the protection of Bruce’s cape.)

They had found Crane and Victor Fries but had yet to find Killer Croc.

(Was Jason dealing with villains and rogues alone?)

Bruce stretched. He bypassed the curtains and left them closed. The sunlight would hurt his eyes. He went to eat breakfast. Alfred put a plate and a cup of coffee in front of him. Bruce ignored the food and went straight for the cup of joe.

“Have you heard from Jason,” Bruce asked the older man.

(He thought Jason would always stay close by; stay in Gotham.)

“No, Master Bruce,” the butler answered with a hint of disapproval.

Bruce frowned.

“He’s my son, Alfred.”

“Hmm, well, your actions speak louder than your words, sir.”

Bruce frowned after his surrogate father as he left Bruce alone at the dining room table. A phantom chill went through the silent room.

(Jason wasn’t supposed to leave.)

The silence damned him.

I hope you guys liked this chapter. Special thanks to BatPeg and Jozette_Rosewood_125. One of them gave me the prompt for waffles, and the other person gave me a prompt for cooking time with Jason.

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[randomly-a-fan]

Ooh

Watching you.. watching me?

Pairings: kinda Art the clown x MJ?, also mainly Aquarius x MJ(platonic, obviously)

Warnings: just Art being creepy tbh, unease and blood mention?….

Note that I’m doing this on my phone :,) I don’t have a laptop anymore.. also, it might not be that good since I’m tired

@randomly-a-fan thanks for the idea ^^ here you go <3 I’m sorry it took so long!

I’m slowly getting back into writing Ig<:)

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“Thank you so much for inviting me, Star.” The latter smiled at her friend as she sat before her at the small booth. She reached over the table to gently pinch her cheek. “What are friends for? Don’t forget, it’s my treat, so you take what you want…”

Yesterday, Aquarius called MJ to invite her to a small café that she likes to go to to relax. She knew MJ needed to get out, being a mother and all… but especially since she lives in the middle of the woods. It wasn’t that bad for Aquarius, since she lives in a small abandoned area, but MJ’s family was literally isolated from the world. She didn’t know how she did it if she was being honest.

“You sure?” “Yep!” “Alright��” MJ put her coat beside her, her eyes looking at the people around for a moment. There were one or two people wearing costumes, since there’s a convention centre near the café. That was probably why no one was saying anything about Aquarius’ appearance, MJ could see why she came here.

Before she could say anything, a woman wearing the café’s uniform came to slide them a small menu, both of the women thanking her as she gave them a kind smile in return, going back to the counter. The sky outside was getting a bit dark, but none of the costumers seemed to mind, especially not Aquarius and MJ.

The latter chose something that she considered not too pricey and waited for her friend to choose what she wants, thanking her again for the treat. The woman from earlier came back as Aquarius signalled for her with a small wave of her hand, took their orders, and kindly told them that it would be ready in a bit. While they patiently waited for their things, the front door opened behind MJ, letting another costumer in.

When they walked further in, sitting at a table close to them, Aquarius couldn’t help but to gently nudge her friend over the table, a small smile on her face.

“Look at him!” She whispered, her brows raised in anticipation of her friend’s reaction. MJ gave the person a glance and her brows raised in surprise when she saw what she assumed to be a man wearing a monochrome clown makeup and outfit, it kind of looked like a mime setup. “That looks so cool!” She admitted, a small smile on her face as she took another small glance back, only to find his eyes on her.

Embarrassment took ahold of her as she now kept her eyes on the table, rubbing the back of her neck shyly. ‘Sorry’ she thought as she looked back at Aquarius, seeing her still looking towards the other table not so subtly. MJ took a drink out of what she ordered, a small frown on her face as she felt the heat of what she could only assume being the other clown’s gaze. Unease crept through her.

As her clown friend looked away, MJ dared to take a small peek back as she couldn’t shake off the unease she was feeling, a worried frown on her face. As her eyes made a beeline for the other table, she jumped back a bit, seeing him giving her a big (and seemingly mocking)smile, still looking at her.

“It’s getting late now, isn’t it?” The woman said in a small voice to the one across from her, panic evident in her voice. Star, seemingly obvious to her friend’s distress, nodded slowly, a pout across her lips as she sipped from her beverage. “But we haven’t been here long…” MJ let out a small sigh, feeling a bit bad about the fact that she wanted to leave so early. “I’m.. I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” MJ said as she got up quickly, barely seeing Aquarius nod before she went to the back of the café, going to the lady’s room.

When she came out, Aquarius wasn’t at their booth anymore, now sitting across from the creepy clown guy. She was leaning on one hand as she giggled, looking at him as his dark eyes stayed fixed on MJ, who almost froze in terror as she got closer to her and and her friend’s table, now realizing that the man clearly wasn’t what would be considered normal. It was as if his eyes never left her figure, and Aquarius seemed obvious about it as the latter continued her one sided conversation with him. MJ immediately grabbed her things, and in a haste, knocked over her fortunately finished drink that she’d taken in a paper cup. She was glad that it wasn’t a real cup or she would have probably bolted out of the place from embarrassment.

Even though it didn’t make a loud noise, it did catch her friend’s attention as the latter got up, excusing herself from her super interesting conversation with the disguised stranger. “Are you ready to go?” MJ nodded at her friend’s question as Star sighed, a frown on her face now. She was obviously upset, but MJ couldn’t care right now as the only thing she had on her mind was to get out and away from the stranger.

As both started to go out of the door, MJ unfortunately glanced back, seeing the guy waving ‘playfully’ at her, the big mocking smile back on his face. The last thing she saw before she turned back was the black garbage back beside him, the latter open and filled with what she could only guess were rusted… and bloodied tools.

Oh, this wasn’t an encounter she thought she’d ever forget.

[spnfanficpond]

SPN Rewatch: Fanfic Edition

Our goal is to rewatch the show with fanfic writing in mind. We want to look for all the places in canon where we could add a scene, show a scene from a certain character’s point of view, or change something to make things turn out differently. (We may also critique what the show writers did; that seems inevitable.)

Episodes we're discussing: 2.01 In My Time of Dying and 2.02 Everybody Loves A Clown

What time will it be for you:

UTC - Saturday 21:00

Los Angeles - Saturday 2pm

New York - Saturday 5pm

London - Saturday 9pm

New Delhi - Sunday 2:30am

Melbourne - Sunday 8am

Who’s invited? All Pond members, including Turtles! You don’t have to be a writer to have an opinion on the episodes that could inspire a writer! Everyone has valuable opinions about the show and could spark conversation and inspiration.

Where will we meet? In the discord server. There is a special channel for us to chat in so we don’t disturb other chats happening at the same time.

How does it work? On our own, whenever we have time, we all watch two episodes of SPN. At the appointed time, we all get together and chat about them. Although we have several questions to consider and creative ideas for you to do if you want, there is no pressure to actually have answers to these questions or have created anything prior to the chat. Didn’t get to watch them? No biggie! We’ve all watched these episodes enough that we can probably talk about them without rewatching them!

More info under the cut!

What questions should we consider while we watch? We have a few questions you can keep in mind while you’re watching the episodes:

Are there any “fanfiction gaps” in this episode? Any places between scenes where a juicy story could happen? (For example, one scene ends at night, but the next scene begins during the day, and what did they do with all of that time?)

How would the episode be different if you changed one thing? What is changed is up to you. It could be as complex as a character making a different choice, or as simple or silly as someone wearing a funny hat throughout part or all of the episode.

What about this episode would you like to see happen differently? How would making that change affect future episodes?

List any parts of each episode that you think could be jumping-off points for a fic. Like, in the pilot, how did Sam meet their friend who was in the bar with them?

How would the episode be different if there were another character involved like a reader insert character?

Do any of the themes we've already discussed in The Archive (See the bottom of the doc under the heading "Thematic docs") show up in this episode? Does this episode bring up any new themes we should be watching out for in the future?

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Write some meta about some part of the episode. What does this episode show us about one or more of the characters?

Write a fic based on the episode. Share a link to your fic in the discussion and we can talk about it!

Make a playlist that you feel reflects the mood of the episode.

Make some art or a photo collage or edits to go along with the episode.

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[spider-jaysart]

Hi!! I saw you reblogged the character ask game so can I ask for both Damian Wayne and Peter Parker? I love those boys and I'm curious 😊

Thank you and take care 💖/p

@zephyrwrites2

Aww you take care too and yes, you certainly can get both :)

Damian Wayne

1. sexuality headcanon:

Demipan

2. Otp:

Damijon💕

3. Brotp:

Damian and Jon

4. Notp:

Any batcest one and the canon ships with Mar'i and Cassandra Cain, plus any ones that have adult characters paired up with him, including the adult ones that were aged down just to be with him too, like Raven, Cassie, and Cassandra

5. First headcanon that pops into mind:

Besides sketchbooks, he also owns an expensive drawing tablet that Bruce got him for one of his birthdays. He makes good use of it, but he still prefers traditional more though since that's what he grew up with, so it's not something he stopped doing after getting an art tablet. He just loves the good feeling of getting out all his pencils, brushes, paints, and having fun expressing himself with them right there on his canvas or in his books. Another reason he perfers it more is because he can actually travel with a sketchbook too and just draw wherever he wants and especially because he also hates it whenever a digital drawing he's working on just suddenly deletes itself because of some error while he was in the middle of drawing it, which upsets him VERY much all the time. Most times when that happens, he just really needs a moment for himself to calm down, plus, process and mourn his erased piece that never got to be saved and truly finished.

6. Favorite line from this character:

"I'm from Earth. I'm ticked off. And I'm looking for a clown." From Adventures of the Supersons #7 (This is one of them that makes me laugh lol)

7. One way in which I relate to this character:

Okay, so remember that one Wayne family adventures chapter where Damian is struggling so much to socialize in school and it's all just so awkward for him? Well, that's me too, because I relate too hard to that lol (there's also the fact that we both love art and draw all the time too)

8. Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:

Nothing

9. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Problematic fave but one that I love very much💖

Peter Parker

1. Sexuality headcanon:

I usually just see him as straight, but I'm not against any other kind of sexuality for him at all though

2. Otp:

Hmmm, him and MJ are sweet (the Rami version of it is definitely a mess though), but I also really like Peter x Michelle from the mcu and Peter x Gwen from the Amazing Spider-Man movies too hehehe

3. Brotp:

Peter and Ned. I just love how silly and fun they are with eachother lol

4. Notp:

Black cat. She's a villain who loves living the thief life, plus, I just don't believe she's right for Peter since she's more in love with his Spider-man identity and always sees things like a game, which just doesn't work for a real relationship

5. First headcanon that pops into mind:

He got braces in middle school and would always pick orange and yellow for the bands when he got them changed every month

6. Favorite line from this character:

"What's important is not standing by and allowing someone to suffer or die because you do nothing. If you don't get that, then you don't get the first thing about being Spider-man." A line he says in the video game Spider-Man edge of time

7. One way in which I relate to this character:

We care for others a lot and always want the best for them

8. Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:

Nothing at all

9. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave:

Cinnamon roll frrr💗

Thank you for the asks! I enjoyed answering them!!

[marvels-bitch-boy]

Scarlet Spider Headcanons: Degan

Masterlist

Here are my headcanons for Degan. Making these helped me find his character and decided how I wanted him to evolve through the story.

Degan loves to be engaged in his classes, especially science and the arts

One time MJ found out he wouldn't fight a female villain and they got into an argument over if it was feminist of him or not. He would clarify to any bystanders after fights with women that he was the most feminist hero!

He likes to listen to music during quiet nights on patrol, makes him feel like he's in a movie.

He also likes to be alone...unless it its with MJ

He's terrified of clowns and had gotten into fights at horror nights with them

Camping is his worst enemy -he would rather sit in a room with a clown puppet for two days than camp-

He is the clumsiest person around outside of his suit

Climbing all of the buildings in Manhattan is a side quest he attempts on free days

He has barely any knowledge of mental health outside of what bruce has told him -he doesn't recognize his own depression as a problem-

When he doesn't want to talk to someone at school he just slowly walks away without a word

sometimes he will find random things in his pockets, not even stuff he remembers having

once he trusts someone he will be as loyal as possible

his diet mostly consist of burgers and pizza -unless MJ sends him a recipe to try

He had a GP at the avengers tower, who specializes on his powers

He hates goodbyes. His mom never said one to him.

(Bonus Ones)

Boy genius isn’t on his earth, but the first time he listened to them he cried to not strong enough for two hours and still cries when it comes up on his patrol playlist

[ofpriderocks]

𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝟸𝟻; 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽.

                     saskia santucci.

as the only girl, saskia’s felt all her life she had to prove herself in some aspect. saskia is blunt and isn’t afraid to take charge. she’s a natural born leader and always makes sure shit around her gets done. she isn’t afraid to step on a few people to get what and where she wants. she’s not a mean person by any per se, intimidating of course, but from a young age she’s known you have to forge your own way - no one is going to do it for you or worse they’ll take it from you. like her brothers, she was trained to be a fighter. saskia is skilled in martial arts and isn’t afraid to take someone down twice her size. she knows zack is in line for the crown but she also knows her brother is going to need a right hand woman because while zack’s all brawn and she’s the brain to balance everything out. and davu ? well davu’s a clown but she loves him. still, saskia has dreams of her own. she’s not looking to rule a country really. there’s so much more to than just being the princess of pride rock. 

inspired by : calliope burns ( first kill ) , michelle ‘ mj ’ watson ( spiderman ) , kiara carrera ( outerbanks ) , selina kyle ( the batman ), max ( dark angel ) ,

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻

birth name. saskia kiara santucci. nicknames. sas. date of birth.   august 25. age.    twenty-three gender.   cis female. pronouns.  she/her. species.   human powers.   n/a sexuality.  bisexual. place of birth.    the pride lands. current residence.   elias, california. occupation.    crowned princess of pride rock.

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

height. 5'10" hair colour/style. black. eye colour. brown. piercings.  ears, belly button and nose. tattoos. small santucci crest on her right wrist. notable markings.  n/a. glasses/contacts ?  n/a. faceclaim.  coco jones voiceclaim. coco jones ( X )

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷

physical ailments.   none. allergies.   none. sleeping habits. will be in bed before ten she enjoys her sleep thanks. exercise habits. combat training and surfing. dominant hand.    right. drugs / smoke / alcohol ? no / no / yes.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

positive traits. strong willed, honest, of commanding presence negative traits.  sarcastic, ruthless, competitive likes. coffee shops, the beach, quiet places, winning, being right, alone time, museums dislikes.  people being too close to her, the history of her family, losing, being told what to do, being underestimated bad habits.  always sarcastic. it’s hard to tell when she’s genuine and easily annoyed.

𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

mother.    nala omita. father.      simba santucci. siblings.   zack & davu santucci. pets.   cat named honeydew birth order.   youngest of three. significant other.  enemies to lovers tea with bryn arnadalr closest friends. rey hamato, her cousins, this could be you !

𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂

zodiac sign. leo. mbti. ISTJ. temperament.  choleric hogwarts house.    slytherin. moral alignment.  lawful neutral.

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 & 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂

languages spoken.   english, and a variety of other languages.  drive ?     yes. jump start a car ?      yes. change a flat tire ?     yes ride a bicycle ?     yes. swim ?    yes. play an instrument ?    yes. play chess ?   no. braid hair ?   yes. tie a tie ?          yes. pick a lock ?          yes. sew ?     yes.

compassion.         7/10.

empathy.         7/10.

creativity.          10/10.

mental flexibility.          10/10.

passion.         10/10.

luck.         9/10.

motivation.  10/10.

education.          10/10.

intelligence.         91010.

charisma.       5/10.

reflexes.          10/10.

willpower.          8/10.

stamina.          10/10.

physical strength.         9/10.

battle skill.          10/10.

initiative.     10/10.

restraint.          4/10.

strategy.      10/10.

team work.         8/10.

( pinterest, her tag, playlist. )

[blackiimunnii]

୧ 𓏸 　hiiii there ! i'm flavya gabryelly, directly from the coolest country, brasil ! i speak (obviously) portuguese and english. i use she/her.

୧ 𓏸 　i post about all the silly stuff i enjoy and do. i'm an artist and editor ! and i sometimes post them here.

୧ 𓏸 　first of all, i post more on instagram (especially on my 2nd-doodles acc) than here, so follow me there to see more of my drawings ! all of my accounts (tik tok, ig, twitter) have the same username (i'm not mysterious).

i love to interact with my kewl mutuals and i'm really easy to be friends with. so, don't be afraid to talk to me !

୧ 𓏸 　୧ 𓏸 　not only fanart, i also tend to post art of my OCs, whether from my own stuff or from diverse fandoms. i also happen to be a oc x canon liker (and maker)...

anyways, enough of rant. let's get to know about all (or half of) the things the person who's speaking to y'all like.

i like music. almost everything. below this are HALF of the artists and bands i love.

୧ 𓏸 　madonna, michael jackson, prince, insane clown posse, system of a down, primus, faith no more, mr. bungle, lovage, lady gaga, eminem, snoop dogg, beastie boys, smash mouth, bloodhound gang, sabrina carpenter, oingo boingo, chappell roan, britney spears, christina aguilera, anitta, 3OH!3, djo, MIKA, taylor swift, jodeci, janet jackson, ween, doja cat, bowling for soup, rita lee, weird al, charli xcx, queen, katy perry, gabriel o pensador, marisa monte, MARINA, george michael, elton john, rod stewart, legião urbana, tim maia, mamonas assassinas, inimigos do rei, ABBA, the weeknd, xuxa, baby V.O.X, 2pac, joan jett, cinderella, motley crue, sum 41, limp bizkit, avril lavigne, kittie, nine inch nails, korn... and probably more people.

୧ 𓏸 　stranger things, downtown, south park, os normais, tapas & beijos, backyardigans, charlie & lola, lalaloopsy (i love kid cartoons), phineas & ferb, and probably so much more.

୧ 𓏸 　mean girls, heathers, jurassic park, chicago, south park: bigger longer and uncut, Y2K, who's that girl, xuxa gêmeas (eu amo os filmes da xuxa tá), joker (2019), BASEketball, and i just started to get into the whole view askewniverse thing ! dogma and mallrats are awesome. and i love silent bob (hehehehe). there's probably more movies i have as favorite, but it's 1AM as i'm writing this so i can't bring it up. i will update this when i remember, tho.

୧ 𓏸 　heathers, avenue Q, cabaret, six... and more. i can't remember.

୧ 𓏸 　bully, dark deception, identity v, south park and its many games (both 2010s ones and the old ones), turma da mônica na terra dos monstros... i swear i'll update this.

okay, as i don't know in WHAT category to put this, this will be very various.

୧ 𓏸 　some actors i love are: winona ryder, david harbour, joaquin phoenix, shannen doherty... and????

୧ 𓏸 　my pookies are (or, as i like to call them, fantastic five) serj tankian, mike patton, les claypool, jonathan davis, and, of course, fred durst. i love them. my dudes fr.

୧ 𓏸 　my favorite eras are the 90s and 00s ! and i wish i had a time machine to have lived at that time !

୧ 𓏸 　i love CDs and DVDs, in which i have some. along with digital cameras and records, and vintage south park plushies!

okay, for now, i believe that's it ? i'll probably edit this when more things come to my mind. anyways, love y'all. beijos. may mini serj bless all of you.

(i'm listening to you rock my world by mj right now and it perfectly fits to jay and bob dancing LMAOOOOOOOO)

[shamrock313]

Aww RIP Leslie, he was so funny!

He does look like MJ lol. I don’t think I saw that one but I did see Tales from the Hood when I was younger. Those dolls gave me nightmares. Also the music video gave me nightmares as well lol.

I watched Grotesquerie for Niecy of course. It was pretty good. But I’m getting tired of Ryan Murphy he makes good shows at the beginning, but then gets tired of it then it gets sloppy. Like 911 was my show but now it’s meh. Then I saw he made a new show Dr.Odyssey. Which I watched and I’m like why? Which I dont mind because Joshua Jackson is kind of cute.

But then I read Ryan is making another show called The Beauty, after a comic book. SighBut why? Out of all the comic books in the world why this one? Also why Ashton Kutcher..

Let me start off by saying, I'm on a Schitt's Creek marathon and it's so worth it. I've been fangirling every time I see Patrick

lol at the dog giving a side eye.

Let me just say as someone who knows someone who dealt with Ashton personally, I'm so glad people are now realizing what kind of cheating disgraceful asshole he truly is.

I'm not going to watch The Beauty. Just Ashton alone is enough to make me turn away. I'll just wait for the trailer or gifs. Grotesquerie, I just heard about. I love Niecy but ugh Ryan...I finished Monsters. I need "The Hurt Man" to get nominated for that scene alone and I think I saw an article say a D.A. is looking into the case with new eyes so idk how that's gonna turn out.

Terrifier 2. What can I say....I'm a fan of Art the Clown. It's corny (some people might cringe, I'm use to the overuse of corn syrup at this point) and I'm invested. The 3rd movie comes out on the 11th and I'm seated.

[grassfedclowns]

The boy’s favorite pastime: talking shit

[clowningaroundmars]

Hobie1610 pt. 3

part 3 has finally arrived!!! at a faster rate than part 2 but a bit of a wait nonetheless lol

not entirely sure how long this lil story will go on for but hope y'all are enjoying this ride regardless, whether it ends on the next part or in 3 more chapters ldfjkdhf

in this installment: thrilling action, a high stakes chase, and we get to learn more abt our beloved hobie jones! yippee!

>pt. 1 here<

>pt. 2 here<

>pt. 4 here<

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By some miracle, Hobie did not mention the suit to Miles once they started texting semi-regularly.

Unfortunately, they also couldn't really make their lunch date (date? God, get it together, Morales. It is not a date…) as soon as Miles would have liked, due to a million different things getting in the way of them setting a solid day aside to chill together.

Just his luck, of course.

But in the hallways, Hobie actually deigned to give Miles a passing smile every now and then. They didn’t ever get to hang out like they did for those precious few moments on the first day of school, but Miles didn’t feel the crushing weight of guilt every time he saw Hobie in his same classroom anymore. What a relief!

So Miles was mostly okay with how things were going anyhow, even if the hangout ended up falling through and they both decided not to go in the end. He was able to patrol and do his homework in blissful peace for the first time in months.

… Kind of.

That look on Hobie’s handsome face as he looked down past Miles’ coat collar though…

That still ate away at an anxious part of Miles’ brain whenever he had the time to sit down and really let his worries manifest.

No time to think about that now, though. Miles was suited up again on a school night, hoping to get at least an hour’s worth of patrolling in before security at Visions noticed he was absent from his dorm room. He hoped Ganke would be able to cover for him like he always did.

It was yet another cold evening out in New York City, and Miles was steadily covering the edges of Brooklyn, heading towards Manhattan to do a quick sweep through Central Park like he did on occasion. There was always something going on in Manhattan, especially during the evening.

Miles decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick peek before calling it a night and heading back to Visions.

So away he went-- now fully in his Spiderman element-- vaulting and soaring over buildings, showing off every now and then by doing silly flips and tricks mid-air for the opportunistic New Yorkers looking to snap their Spiderman Sighting of the day. A little social media promo never hurt anyone, after all…

Spiderman finally swung down onto a tree branch on the western side of the park from a street lamp and was just about to lower himself down as inconspicuously as he could, before immediately feeling the tingling electricity of his Spider Senses race up and down his spine, giving him the usual headache along with it.

He crouched down quietly on a branch and watched as a familiar lanky figure streaked across the path underneath him onto the grass and beyond.

Whoever this runner was, he was fast. And hot on his trail was a gang of burly bumbling assholes cursing up a blue streak as they gave chase.

Spiderman’s eyes stayed glued to the fast runner like they were a lifeline. His senses honed in on the person and he erupted out of the leaves of the tree with one mighty leap, sailing through the air to shoot a web out and swing his way on over to the excitement.

Several joggers, people walking dogs after work, and mothers with baby carriages exclaimed and shouted as they were barreled into by the gang of men trying to keep up with their moving target. The runner didn’t seem to be giving up, though, as their long legs sent them flying over bushes and rocks and lounging people as gracefully as a ribbon in the air.

It was indeed getting dark soon again, but the darkness didn’t really affect Spiderman’s senses at all. His mask helped him fine-tune his powerful vision and anticipate the runner’s next moves.

It looked as though they were trying to make their way up towards the Great Lawn from Cedar Hill, but whether the person was planning to make a break for the now-empty Delacorte Theatre or the Metropolitan Museum Of Art… or beyond? That was the million dollar question.

Spiderman didn’t want to lose the person in case they happened to just be a petty thief, since that would be a quick and easy problem to fix. But as he silently chased down the runner alongside (and unbeknownst) to the gang, his suspicions gave way to some other... ideas.

Namely, that the runner seemed young, a bit too young for someone to be pissing off this many fully-grown gang members.

He pushed through his confusion and made a break for the theatre the second he guessed that the runner was pivoting in that direction.

The trees were getting thicker the closer they got to the Belvedere Castle and Spiderman eventually resorted himself to hoofing it, mindful of sticking to the shadows of the foliage that surrounded them on all sides.

He was super grateful now more than ever that his suit happened to be his signature sleek black and red, rather than the tacky and hyper-visible reds and blues of many of his Spider counterparts (sorry Peter!)

Once he confirmed that the suspicious target was indeed planning on hiding in the bleachers of the massive amphitheatre, he shot up a web to hoist himself into the infrastructure from the tall stadium lights. From there, he positioned himself a bit closer to the fray, hearing the loud and heavy boots of the gang following the runner, not far behind.

Then, he squinted into the dusk as he watched one of the entrances from his perch up high... and almost choked on his own saliva!

In comes none other than Hobie Motherfucking Jones, streaking down several steps like a shooting star, clutching onto… something tucked under one of his arms. He was breathless, panting loudly, and heading straight for the Belvedere Lake.

Upon hearing the heavy bootfalls get ever closer with every passing second, it seemed that Hobie got the idea to attempt a last-minute juke by throwing himself underneath the stairs that faced the lake, tucking himself as tightly as he could under the massive stage at the center.

Spiderman watched all of this happening with wide eyes, holding his own breath in. He prayed that the ugly thugs didn’t see Hobie’s sneaky last-second move, but climbed up high onto the stadium lights and prepared to swing down anyhow, just in case.

What was Hobie even doing here, out at this hour? And what the hell did he manage to steal that was so important to these men anyways? It was quite a chase they were caught up in, running nearly two entire miles all the way up to the amphitheatre just to catch him, and that was only from what he could see when he swung into action.

The group split up and pulled out flashlights, determinedly searching the bleachers and corners as best they could while the sky rapidly darkened above them.

From right below the webbed crime-fighter, Hobie poked his head out from the shadows and took a peek.

No, no, duck back down! Spiderman wanted to shout, but he couldn’t.

No one knew he had followed them and he was safe high above the action where he balanced himself on the metal bars that housed the bulbs. His muscles tensed as the bright beam of light from one guy’s flashlight swept a little too close to Hobie’s head. Damnit.

Spiderman couldn’t just sit there all day! He had a friend to save, stolen item be damned!

He rechecked his web shooters furtively and took aim.

He set his sights on another stadium light pole across from the stage, figuring that if he was quick and agile enough, he could time his swing well enough to scoop Hobie up from where he was hidden and avoid any detection. Hopefully.

Seemed like a solid enough plan though, until Hobie just. Shot out from his hiding place all of a sudden, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement and echoing all around the stage as he made a beeline for the lakefront.

Shit!!!

Miles wanted to kill him. Those guys didn’t even suspect he was hiding where we was in the first place!

... Okay, plan B!

Spiderman’s brain whirred at breakneck speeds as he watched the thugs exclaim loudly and give chase yet again, this time much closer to Hobie than they ever were before.

Without thinking, he swung down from his perch and bowled over a couple of men in his haste to simply just… grab Hobie like a damsel in distress and fireman-carry him back around the gang to get a good line of web onto a nearby pole.

The men all cursed and shouted in surprise of course, flashlight beams waving around everywhere.

One of them even yelled, “what the hell was that?!” like a character in one of his dad’s favorite cheesy slasher movies.

Spiderman was too fast for them, a black blur simply whizzing by as he grabbed Hobie and hoisted the both of them up into the air with a mighty leap. Hobie yelped in surprise, grunting from the effort, and seemed to let whatever he stole slip out of his hands which then clattered loudly onto the ground below.

The thugs rejoiced then, shaking fists at Hobie and his rescuer as they flew up to the top of a tree and detached themselves so they could fall onto the stadium light opposite from Spiderman’s initial hiding spot.

Spiderman didn’t stop until he attached another web up to the lights and dangled there for a bit. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins as he shifted Hobie off of his shoulders and let him slide slowly onto his side, his friend’s wiry arms clutching him tightly.

They both watched with rapt attention at the goings-on several feet below them.

The thugs congregated around the fallen item, picking it up and turning it this way and that. It looked like a briefcase, though with the low lighting it really could’ve been anything. It was only when one of them-- the biggest and burliest of them all-- shouted out another colorful swear word that Hobie then seemed to come back to himself again.

He squeezed Spiderman’s shoulders with his arms and kicked at him. They swung a bit from the wiggling.

“Ouch!” Spiderman hissed, as quietly as he could. He was hoping the dark dusk would conceal their position now as long as they made No Noises, but even that wasn’t guaranteed.

“Go, go, go, go, man! Let’s get out of here!!” Hobie hissed right back into his ear, his face mere centimeters away from Spiderman’s mask.

Spiderman stubbornly ignored the heat radiating out from his face at that realization and jerked this way and that, looking for an easy escape from their conundrum.

Flashlight beams danced around the ground before finally swinging up to the trees and catching sight of a pair of shoes dangling in the sky.

The biggest and meanest one of the bunch pulled something out of his pocket and took aim.

Bullet! Spiderman’s senses screamed into his cerebellum.

“Goddamn,” he huffed ruefully as the shots rang out. Hobie panicked. “Bullets for us? That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?”

Hobie clung onto his hero for dear life. “Brother, if you do not get a move on from here, we are both gonna get turned into fish filets!” He shouted into Spiderman’s ear.

“Ow. Okay,” Spiderman grumbled, sticking himself to the side of the pole they dangled from and readjusting Hobie so that he clung onto his back instead.

He took a deep breath and narrowly dodged a bullet that whizzed unnervingly close to their heads. Hobie yelled again.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Spiderman began, speaking quickly. “Hold on, okay? Hold on tight. Just hold on and do not let me go for even a second!”

“On it!” Hobie shouted back, legs kicking a bit before wrapping themselves tightly around Spiderman’s torso.

They both took a breath and then Spiderman jumped, gaining some air before twin webs erupted from his web shooters-- aimed directly towards the seating area entrance.

Together, he and Hobie rocketed from their airborne position towards their escape route once the fluids connected to solid architecture. To his credit, Hobie only whimpered a little bit through the ride.

The thugs had no chance! They stumbled on tired, aching legs towards the very door the two teens had left out of, complaining and cursing some more as they searched through the steps and made their way out onto the theatre’s general admission and concessions area.

They searched and searched through the bushes and trees, going so far as to even check the sculptures near the structure.

After several tense moments of gruff shouting back-and-forth, the search eventually died down until only a couple of the men were left sweeping the area once more. The others had already given up their fruitless endeavor and called it a night.

“Fucking kids, man. What the hell,” Spiderman heard one of them grumble before kicking at the Romeo and Juliet statue angrily and following the rest of his cohorts down the path towards the Great Lawn again.

Hobie and Spiderman let out matching sighs of relief then, happy to have given the men the slip by managing to hide behind the giant 3D Delacorte Theatre sign right above the box offices. Lucky for them, most people don’t think to search behind lit-up signs, so they went completely undetected.

“… Wanna let me know what you were doing here this whole time? You could’ve gotten killed!” Spiderman breathed. He wanted his tone to be sharper, more authoritative… but he was just so glad to see his new friend still in one piece instead of riddled with more holes than a chunk of swiss cheese!

Hobie scoffed, tucking a loc behind his ear and sitting back. Thanks to the lighting of the sign and the other park lights in the area, Spiderman could see him digging around in his coat pocket and fishing out-- a USB drive?

Hobie held it up triumphantly, sleepy down-turned eyes glistening with pride.

“I got it! Suckers! Screw them by the way, I’m not the thief, if that’s what you’re wondering,”

Well. He was sneaky, alright. Spiderman had to hand that to him, at the very least.

He sat back on his heels as well and exhaled. “Fine. I believe you. What’s on that drive?”

Hobie squinted at him then, really giving him a good once-over now that the excitement had officially died down. “…Damn. You’re Spiderman,”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, hi, nice to meet you, I’m your friendly neighborhood Sp-- ugh, seriously man, just tell me what all of that was back there or else I’m webbing you up and calling the cops.”

“Hey!” Hobie objected. “Like I said already, I’m the good guy here. I snagged this from those guys because I caught them snoopin’ around the museum over that way. I followed them and found out they were stealing this!”

Spiderman bobbed his head. “Okay? And what’s on it?”

Hobie turned the drive over a bit in his hands, admiring it. “Most likely? Security codes, schedules, maps. I’ve been uh… investigating those dudes for a while after watching them sniff around the museum for a few days now. It looks like they were just art thieves plannin' a heist, so I jumped on the opportunity to deliver justice myself.”

Hobie’s mischievous grin was met by Spiderman’s disapproving stare.

“And why didn’t you just call security and let them know? Like I said, super dangerous thing you did back there! If I wasn’t there to save you, you could’ve died, man.”

Hobie pocketed his USB drive again and rolled his eyes. “Y’know, for a vigilante hero with cool superpowers, you sure are a square.”

Spiderman sat up and placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. “Oof, ow. That’s mean,”

“Yeah, it is, but you know I’m right. If a kid like me walked up to some cops and tried to warn them of a possible art heist, you just know those pricks’ll laugh in my face and do literally nothing about it. I had to take matters into my own hands!” Hobie jutted his chin out defiantly.

Well. Couldn't really argue with that, especially considering PDNY’s less-than-stellar track record of taking preventative measures most times. All that they would most likely do is nod along to whatever Hobie was telling them and chuckle, shaking their heads as they walk away. Not their problem.

Spiderman rubbed his chin. “Point taken," he conceded. "So what’s your plan now?”

Hobie glanced around, as if he was checking for any eavesdroppers. “I’m gonna submit some photos to a journalist I met online before turning this in back to the museum. The journalist’ll help get those guys behind bars once a story's published and some actual adults talk to the cops. I am going to go collect my reward,”

Spiderman blinked. He had a bunch of questions swimming in his head, but the first question out of his mouth was, “what reward?”

“The reward for turning in precious security info, genius!” Hobie tapped at his forehead with a finger and grinned. “If I get to negotiate with them, I can get some money to save up and-- uh. Nevermind. Listen, are you gonna rat me out or not?”

Miles’ brow creased behind his mask. “… I don’t think I will. Sounds like you’re doing the right thing… mostly.”

Hobie cheered silently. “Yes! Okay, I take it back, Spidey. You are cool!”

Spiderman sighed. “But first, I need to know you’re gonna be safe. Like, actually, and that you’re not gonna get followed home.”

Hobie shrugged nonchalantly and pushed more locs out of his face again. “Yeah, you can walk me home if you want,”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean, that’s not the only thing I mean. I need you to promise me that you’re not gonna get into stupid stunts like this again. That was so dangerous and you really could’ve gotten hurt!”

Hobie exhaled as well. He stared intensely into the mask’s giant white lenses for a beat, making Spiderman shift uncomfortably.

Then, he held up his pinkie. “… Fine. I won’t do stupid shit like this again. I promise.”

Spiderman blinked a few more times and hooked his pinkie onto Hobie’s. “Uh. Okay, cool! Cool, that’s what I wanna hear, considering keeping New Yorkers safe is my job! I just wanna see you safe, that’s all. No more art heists, you gotta leave that to the professionals to handle,”

“What, professionals like you? You might’ve not even gotten to them in time before they snuck off with like millions of dollars worth of art, bro.”

“Anyone ever tell you you are just so mean? Dontcha have a little faith in me? The ‘vigilante hero with cool superpowers’?” Spiderman shot back.

They both laughed.

“Seriously, though. I do appreciate the fact that you saved my ass back there,” Hobie admitted, eyes cast downwards for a second. “I was actually gonna throw this thing into the lake and hope this drive got eaten by like… a fish or something.”

“And what about you?” Spiderman smiled despite himself.

“Well,” Hobie shrugged. “If I died, I died. I guess,”

It was Spiderman’s turn to scoff now. “You have a family, man. Don’t be ridiculous. You have friends and family that would miss you!”

Hobie’s expression turned dark, his entire face shadowing for a second before being replaced by cool detached nonchalance. A slight hint of annoyance stayed put underneath.

“… My family’s barely my family. I don’t have any friends, either. Don't worry about me.” Hobie admitted in a clipped tone. He stood up abruptly and started doing some casual stretches.

Spiderman stood up as well, knowing fully well how this song and dance was going to go.

He would never admit it out loud, but he’d seen his fair share of self-destructive citizens throwing themselves into the middle of danger in the short time he’d been doing this whole vigilante thing. He had talked many a melancholy or manic person from tossing themselves off of multiple different buildings, different bridges, stopped them from “falling” onto train tracks.

And as loath as he is to admit it, this Hobie’s particular brand of cool detachment was entirely too familiar to him as well.

A flash of his uncle Aaron’s face lit up a part of his brain that he hadn’t really allowed himself to acknowledge since that fateful day. He quickly stamped that out.

He cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck. “… Well. That sounds pretty depressing, man.”

He didn’t notice Hobie’s shoulders hitch at that phrase.

“But,” Spiderman continued, “You got people out here who care about you, even if you don’t know it. You’re still so young, you could be ending your life before you even meet, like, your favoritest person in the whole world, right? So just do me a quick favor, take care of yourself. For me. Live long enough to meet your favorite person, alright?”

Spiderman put on his best comforting expression that he could despite the mask most likely getting in the way of Hobie fully seeing it. He hoped his words were enough to convince him not to dive off the deep end, at least not anytime soon.

It seemed to work at least a little bit, because Hobie looked back at him with a much warmer-- albeit hesitant-- expression.

“Can I ask you something?” Hobie finally said after a few moments of silence.

“Uh, sure.” Spiderman replied.

“Do you know about a kid named Miles Morales at all?”

The air was sucked out of Spiderman’s lungs right then as he floundered like a fish for a minute, brain working into overdrive to make his answer sound both intelligent and convincing.

“U-uh, maaaybeee? I dunno, I meet a lot of New Yorkers everyday and I don’t get many names, yanno? S-sounds familiar, but sorr--”

“I knew it,” Hobie exhaled a laugh and surged forward to embrace Spiderman with both arms.

Spiderman stood frozen in his place, arms held in mid-air as he worked to process this.

“Uh. What--”

Spiderman felt Hobie’s chin dig into the side of his cheek a little as he turned his lips to his ear. “Your secret’s safe with me, by the way. I’m not telling anyone,”

Miles felt his whole world turn on its axis before shattering completely.

Oh no, no, no, no, no! Goddamnit!

Miles pushed Hobie off and stepped back, holding his hands up. “Oh hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I dunno what you’re thinking or who you think I am, but--!”

Hobie sighed loudly. “Miles, I saw your suit.”

The world screeched to a halt.

Hobie picked his gaze back up off of his feet and even seemed apologetic, almost. “I, uhm. Like, back on the roof. At Visions. I wasn’t… a hundred percent sure I saw it, since it could’ve been any logo at all, but. Well, you’re a pretty bad liar too, y’know that, right?”

Miles sucked in a slightly shaky breath, gulping loudly. “Uh. W-well,”

Hobie smiled shyly. “You, uh… you’re like around the same height as Miles Morales, anyways. And you sure sound a lot like him, too.”

Damn. Damn it all.

Miles spun this way and that, placing his hands atop his head as he panicked slightly. “H-Hobie, you cannot tell anyone else about this, whatsoever. Do you understand? No one. At all. Or we’re both dead!”

Hobie held his hands up, lines creasing in his face. “Look bro, you’ve got secrets of mine too. We pinkie promised, remember? I don’t break promises.”

Miles didn’t point out that the promise was so that Hobie would stop getting himself into stupidly dangerous situations, but he accepted it anyways, albeit reluctantly.

“D-do… do you actually, like actually promise me you’ll never breathe a word about this to anyone? Ever? At all?”

Hobie held up his right hand into the air, as if taking an oath. “I, MJ, solemnly swear to never breathe a single word to anyone about your super secret identity, so help me god.”

Miles planted his fists on his hip and shook his head. “Oh my god,” he exhales on a shaky laugh.

“Don’t you believe me? What would I have to gain by selling you out? Oh,” Hobie stops suddenly, perking up. “We could even work together! I got me my sweet camera and my extensive connects, man. Think about it!”

“No, no. Hobie. Stop that, man. I’m not putting you into any danger after I just saved your skinny butt. Spiderman doesn’t do sidekicks anyways,”

Hobie looked a bit put out, but shrugged anyways. “Well, I mean… think about it sometime. We could seriously take down criminal activity around here, if you’re down! And, uh. You do have my number,”

Miles looked up and took a deep breath. “Mmnyes, I do. I do have your number. That’s… I mean you’re not wrong about that. Listen, I think it’s getting pretty late and we should both be heading back home now, though.”

The corners of Hobie’s mouth curled up mischievously. “True, true. It is a school night, after all.”

Miles couldn’t stop grinning despite the heavy anvil that threatened to burst out of his chest. “Yep, yes it is! Okay, time to get you home now. C’mon, let’s go.”

Miles moved to step into Hobie’s space and carry him on his back again so he could lower the both of them down from the lip of the theatre roof.

But before that happened, he felt Hobie place a cold but strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

Miles looked up inquisitively and felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt those same hands slowly slide up the smooth spandex of his suit, up his shoulders, and then they stopped at his neck, at the seam of where his suit and mask met.

The entire thing probably only took a few seconds to do, but to Miles it felt like eons passed as he felt every single muscle twitch and the pulse beating underneath Hobie’s skin while he ran those fingers up his arms.

He was standing so close to him! Oh god!

The entire ordeal was unbearably intimate, and Miles could barely stop the shudder that wracked his body suddenly.

Hobie’s soft lips were slightly parted, the lighting of the sign next to them caught in the dark brown portals that were his eyes.

“U-uhm. Sorry, this is weird...” he mumbled quietly. But his hands didn't move.

All around them, crickets started their soothing chorus.

Here they were, right behind the giant lettering of the Delacorte Theatre, intertwined in each other’s arms on a cold night-- and Miles’ core body temperature has never felt hotter before. He felt like he could melt steel, the way this night was going. He didn’t know when his hands raised to grasp onto Hobie’s arms, but they must’ve done it of their own accord because Miles then felt himself squeezing softly onto Hobie’s biceps.

Slowly, painstakingly, and carefully… Hobie made his move.

Every centimeter of the mask being pushed up was accompanied by a soft look that asked-- no, it begged-- for permission to continue. His hands seemed to move on their own eventually, as he slid the mask up over the back of Miles' head and then eased it up off of his nose.

Hobie wore a soft look of determination then, that fully came into view again once Miles felt his mask slide right up off of his eyes. Hobie’s soft hands eventually fell away, mask in one hand, no sounds in the air except for the wildlife of the park starting to wake now that the night has officially fallen.

Miles wasn’t sure why he did, but he held his breath.

After a few seconds of appraising gazes from each other, pupils meeting pupils, exchanging a million words a second with just a few looks… Hobie grinned beautifully.

“Damn. There you are,”

Miles felt a plume of heat erupt from his gut and rush up to his face. “Uh. Hm, y-yep. Here I am,” he blinked back at Hobie with his big brown eyes.

Hobie had a look of pure joy on his face before it started to melt away suddenly. “You know… I should backstab you for abandoning me out of nowhere that one time, though… I really should...”

The moment collapsed like an undone web, a delicate thing now completely destroyed as Miles leaped up in indignation.

“Hobie!”

Hobie stepped back and laughed loudly. “Re-lax! I’m not gonna actually do it. But. Y’know.”

“And if you do, I’ll leave you webbed up to that billboard near Visions,” Miles threatened, mostly light-heartedly.

“Psshh, and then get my mom’s two million lawyers on your ass? Good luck,”

“As if they could ever catch me! I’m Spiderman!”

Just as easily as they had stepped out of being just kids for a moment, they stepped right back into it, bickering like they'd been friends since forever.

Miles lowered the both of them from the sign and they headed towards the eastern side of the park, making their way over to Hunter’s Gate. They bickered and bantered back and forth the entire way there, and it was only once they made it to the outer gates of the park that Miles stopped them both.

With his mask back on and other New Yorkers now milling nearby, Miles made it a point to lower his voice as he turned to Hobie and puffed his chest out heroically.

“So, random citizen. Where are we off to today? I told you I’d take you back home safely, and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“’Cause you promised, right?” Hobie smirked, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.

“Uhm. Yeah, yeah. I did. So, lead the way!” Spiderman made a grand ushering gesture, and Hobie chuckled good-naturedly as he stepped aside and exited Central Park.

“You gonna walk me home, Spiderman?” Hobie threw him a side-long glance.

“Yyyeah…? Why? You’d rather swing home?”

“I liked swinging, actually. Yeah,” Hobie stopped where he was on the sidewalk and nodded with an air of finality. “Yeah… let’s swing!”

Spiderman felt his heart do a few somersaults in his chest before he gestured towards his shoulders. Hobie quickly assumed the position, long lanky arms wrapping around him and leaning his body weight against Spiderman’s side.

Spiderman shot up a web to a nearby street lamp and gave his friend one more glance.

“You sure?” He asked again, really making sure that Hobie was okay with this. Not many people really liked swinging, which was understandable. Even Miles wasn't the biggest fan of it at times.

Hobie chuckled and ignored the onlookers as they slowly ambled past the two, throwing the teens questioning glances as they made their way past them.

“Yeah, I am! Let’s go,”

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Miles: Do you actually actually really like on your LIFE promise that you’re not ginna tell a soul about… well…

Miles: gonna*

MJ: Yes, Miles. I PROMISE [eyeroll emoji]

Miles: I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

MJ: Do you actually, though? ;)

Miles: No. But I can find out… I got connects

MJ: Uh huh. I’ll tell your “connects” that if you don’t take me out on that promised lunch date, our friendly neighborhood Spiderman just might be the next trending topic on ALL social media apps again very soon……..

Miles: Oh my god. You are Evil. I can’t believe this. My next arch nemesis… damn

Miles: What a killer plot twist. The greatest foe I have yet to face happens to be none other than one of my very own classmates

Miles: It be ya own people

From his family’s Lower Manhattan penthouse, Hobie laughs out loud as he reads the text messages, ignoring all of the curious glances thrown his way by various members of his team.

From Miles’ own humble dorm room at Visions, he laughs aloud as well.

[scoups4lyfe]

Okay well why don’t you just hand the clown nose over to me in person 

(damn. Got my a$$. Rlly caught me out here naked at 7/11 no cap) 

LOL 

WHAT THE FVCK 

(this totally won’t be in my nightmares lmaooo rip) 

Hmm????

What’s happening now

Did the good mojo run out or is his boss about to give him a compliment like a freak LOL

[astridkoa]

Swimsuit Day

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List some of your favorite fics from other heavily Spideychelle focused writers? :)

WELLLLLLLLLL ofc and here you go! xxxxxxx

@awakening5: his fics here and newbie when???? i count at least 6 wips xxxxx

you look really petty - ha i shortened your title

ripple effect series - as i SHOULD

cat and spider - part two for Halloween when

@coykoii: all her fics here sure would love an update before the princess di show comes out and you jump ship again

growing together series - my BELOVED

i (don't not) love you - clown hours thinking this will ever be updated I'm so sad jillllllly

the love you gave me, darling (nothing else can save me) - jill loves a bracket to be fair

@justmattycakes: fics and comment button to ask for updates here

don't fear the reaper (w wifey credits) - not over mj's bones crushing but okay

with the click of a button - BABIES

the man from shield - my birthday is like four months away matty gotta keep up w traditions

@machiavelien: spicy fics and art here dying w lack of thirst wips xxxxx

a gilded affair - poor boy peter and rich girl mj that loves him anyway exactly

black dahlia - smutty angry girl ty update when (affectionate unless [redacted] dies then derogatory)

what spiders do in the shadows - hehehehehehehe spooky season

don't forget to kudos and comment if you enjoyed! xxxxxxxxx