#btsv oc

[circusmantis]

I’ve found out Hobie has 8 siblings, 1 brother and 7 unidentified ones, so I decided to make this into a fun character design excercise!!!

Also before anyone starts yelling about Hobie’s age, it is still not confirmed so there’s no use in starting that convo again thank you👍

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captive desires - prologue

pairing: bts x reader

status: ongoing

word count: 2.3 k

warnings: depictions of violence, death, family trauma, insecurities, mentions of blood,

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“i wish i were a cat,” myah said softly, her chin resting on her hands as she stared into the flickering flames of the hearth. the fire crackled and popped, casting dancing shadows across the room. the smell of freshly baked bread still lingered in the air, mixing with the earthy scent of wood smoke. it was a feeling of warmth, of comfort, and myah had always loved these quiet moments. with her grandmother sitting beside her, sewing a blanket, and her grandfather curled up in his favorite chair, reading, she felt safe. the mansion was her world, and everything felt perfect in it.

her grandmother looked up from her work, her eyes soft with affection. "a cat, huh?" she chuckled, the sound like a gentle breeze. "you’d be spoiled rotten, little one. cats don’t do anything but sleep all day, eat when they’re hungry, and let everyone adore them. that sounds like a dream, doesn’t it?"

myah smiled at the thought. “it does! they get to do whatever they want.” she sighed, a little wistfully, imagining the luxury of a life with no responsibilities, no worries. "i’d love to just curl up and nap by the fire whenever i felt like it."

her grandmother laughed, the warm sound filling the room. but her grandfather, who had been quiet for most of the evening, suddenly lowered his book, the movement slow and deliberate. myah didn't notice at first, too absorbed in the fire and the cozy atmosphere of the room. but then, she felt a shift, like the air had changed in some subtle way. her grandfather’s sharp gaze was on her now, his dark eyes studying her with a coldness she wasn’t used to.

“being a cat’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “they’re independent. mysterious. but you should know... not everyone would trust you if you were one.”

myah blinked, confused. she had been half-joking, lost in the idea of being a lazy, carefree creature. her mind had been filled with thoughts of soft fur and lazy afternoons. but now, the tone in her grandfather’s voice had a strange edge to it. something that made her spine tingle, just a little.

“trust?” she echoed, frowning. “why would a cat need to trust anyone?”

her grandfather set his book down completely, now fully turned toward her. his movements were deliberate, and there was something unsettling in the way his eyes lingered on her. “because, darling, there’s always someone who wants to control you,” he said slowly, his voice strangely calm. “and not all creatures are as harmless as they seem. some are much more dangerous.”

myah furrowed her brow, not understanding. she was just a child, her thoughts wrapped around the fantasy of what it would be like to be a cat. she didn’t think about danger, or control. she only thought about the freedom, the warmth of the sun, the carefreeness of the life she imagined. she opened her mouth to respond, but her grandmother quickly intervened, her soft voice cutting through the tension in the air.

“oh, now, dear, your grandfather’s just being silly,” she said with a laugh that was just a bit too bright, as if to distract myah from her grandfather’s words. “you’re too sweet and innocent to ever be anything other than a darling little girl.”

myah hesitated, sensing the sudden shift in the room. her grandmother’s smile was a little too forced, and her grandfather's gaze never left her. something in the way he watched her made her feel small, like she was being weighed and measured, as if he were seeing something in her that she couldn't see in herself.

“but you’re right about one thing,” her grandfather continued, his voice taking on a deeper, darker tone. “the world can be dangerous, myah. people can hide their true nature. and not everyone who seems kind is. sometimes, it’s better to stay hidden, to keep to yourself.”

myah felt a shiver run down her spine. the words, while soft, were heavy, each one loaded with a meaning she couldn’t fully grasp. she didn’t want to think about such things, didn’t want to feel the weight of her grandfather’s words pressing down on her. she wanted to believe that everything was safe, that her world was just as it seemed. but his stare, cold and calculating, made her feel like there was more to his words than just simple advice.

“grandfather?” she asked hesitantly, her voice small. “what do you mean? what kind of things are dangerous?”

her grandfather’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “you’ll understand when you’re older,” he said cryptically, turning his gaze back to his book. but his eyes flickered to her grandmother for just a moment, and the look that passed between them was not one of love or understanding, but something far colder. something that made myah’s skin prickle.

her grandmother, still smiling, turned back to her sewing, but her eyes were distant, as if she too was hiding something. myah didn’t know what to make of it, so she let the conversation drop, letting the strange tension fade away.

but that night, as she lay in bed, her thoughts kept drifting back to her grandfather’s words, to the strange way he had looked at her, the way her grandmother had avoided the subject altogether. myah tried to push it all away, tried to tell herself it was just her imagination, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

the basement was quieter than usual, the only sound the soft rustle of shifting bodies and the occasional low growl that escaped from namjoon. the air was thick with the stench of damp stone and iron, and the flickering of the single bulb above cast strange shadows across the cages.

“who’s this?” jungkook’s voice cut through the silence. his dark eyes narrowed as he watched the young boy, another hybrid, being shoved into the cage next to his. the boy was a deer hybrid, his legs shaky, eyes wide with fear. his limbs were thin, frail from months of neglect, but his eyes, his eyes were wild.

“don’t bother with him,” taehyung’s deep voice rumbled from across the room, his eyes not leaving the boy but the muscles in his shoulders tensing, like a tiger preparing to pounce. “they’ll break him like the rest of us.”

“he looks different,” hoseok mused, his voice light and teasing, but there was a bite beneath it. “smaller, younger... guess they’re going for something new.”

“won’t last long,” yoongi murmured from the shadows of his cage, his voice cold, but the flicker of something dark in his eyes suggested he was already calculating the new boy’s fate. “they’ll make him hunt, or they’ll make him... entertain.”

the new boy flinched at yoongi’s words, his body shrinking back into the corner of the cage, eyes darting nervously between the older hybrids.

“shut it, yoongi,” seokjin said softly, though his gaze lingered on the newcomer. his pale fur shimmered under the dim light as he shifted in his cage, clearly uncomfortable with the boy’s arrival. “they’ll break him fast enough. no need to make him scared.”

“too late for that,” namjoon growled, his eyes hard and unwavering as he watched the boy. his voice held an edge of bitterness, a reminder of his own capture at such a young age. “this place is made to break us.”

the deer hybrid trembled as he slowly sank to the floor of his cage, clearly overwhelmed. he opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a soft whimper.

“it’s okay,” jimin said gently, his voice soft but firm. he leaned forward, his clouded leopard fur rippling slightly as he moved. his eyes were filled with sympathy, though there was a hardened edge to his expression. “you’re not alone, kid. we’ve all been here longer than you think.”

“don’t tell him that,” taehyung muttered, his voice low and tense. “don’t make him think he has a chance.”

“he’s just a kid,” jimin shot back, his eyes flickering with a mixture of pity and something more complicated. “he’s not like us.”

the deer hybrid’s head snapped up at that, his eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. he opened his mouth again, but no words came out.

“you’ll get used to it,” jungkook said, his voice carrying a bitter, hollow quality. “not like you’ll have a choice.”

“don’t listen to him,” seokjin whispered, though there was no real hope in his voice. he lowered his gaze, as if ashamed of his attempt to comfort the boy. “they don’t break everyone. some of us... some of us still have our minds.”

“barely,” hoseok added with a sharp laugh, the sound hollow and mocking. “barely.”

there was a brief silence as the newcomers’ quiet sobs filled the room, but the hybrids didn’t move to comfort him again. they’d all learned long ago that emotions didn’t help. sympathy only made it worse. their captors had a way of punishing any act of kindness, twisting it into something cruel.

the flickering bulb above cast long shadows, its dull light casting strange shapes on the walls. the new boy, small, trembling, barely more than a child, was curled up in the corner of his cage, eyes wide with fear.

he hadn’t said anything since the last exchange. not that anyone expected him to. in fact, none of them were sure he could even speak anymore.

“he won’t last,” taehyung’s voice was low, but it cut through the thick silence of the basement like a whip. his tiger eyes glinted in the darkness, watching the boy with something close to disdain.

seokjin’s gaze was softer, but the weight of his words still held truth. “they always think they can survive. they always think they’re different.”

jungkook leaned forward, his jaguar eyes narrowing. “the thing is… none of us ever were. different.”

hoseok stretched in his cage, cracking his knuckles. “nah. that kid? he’s too soft. they’ll take him by morning.”

yoongi didn’t even blink as he spoke, his voice as cold and detached as ever. “if he makes it that long.”

the boy flinched at their words but said nothing. his eyes darted nervously between them, his chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths.

“don’t waste your sympathy,” jimin murmured, his eyes trained on the boy. “they want him to suffer.”

the air was thick with tension, suffocating in its silence. none of them spoke again. time seemed to crawl as the hours passed, but none of them had any illusions about what was happening.

they knew what happened when the sun set in this place. they’d seen it too many times.

the new boy curled into himself, his tiny body trembling. “please…,” he whispered, but the sound was drowned in the oppressive stillness of the room.

the rest of them, silent, watched, their faces hardened masks. they’d seen this play before, had played their parts, and they had no intention of making the same mistake.

the night dragged on, until it was nothing but endless darkness.

then, just as the first light of dawn began to creep into the basement, they heard it.

a loud slam. the sound of a door being ripped open, the unmistakable sound of someone being dragged across the cold stone floor.

the boy’s pitiful scream echoed in the night, though it didn’t last long. it was quickly muffled, a brief cry lost in the sound of something heavier being dragged.

“it’s time,” yoongi said softly, almost too softly, as if it didn’t matter anymore.

taehyung cracked his neck, eyes flicking toward the door where the sounds of struggling were still faintly heard. “the kid didn’t even make it until morning.”

hoseok snorted. “surprise surprise. they always come here with hope. that’s what makes it so much easier.”

seokjin shifted uncomfortably in his cage, his gaze flickering toward the door, then quickly away. “doesn’t matter. no one gets out. not us. not him.”

the dragging sounds stopped, followed by a heavy, sickening thud.

the room was deathly quiet again.

“he’s gone,” jungkook said, his voice flat, but his gaze dark. his jaguar eyes glinted, almost like a distant echo of something untamable. something that, like the rest of them, had long been buried.

“it doesn’t matter,” hoseok muttered. “they always die before the sun comes up. they either break or they... get taken.”

the others said nothing in response. there was no need.

they’d seen this happen too many times.

jimin let out a breath, his eyes flickering to the corner where the boy had once been. “you think he’ll even remember who he was?”

“does it matter?” taehyung’s voice was sharp. “they don’t care. we don’t care.”

but the silence was heavy. unsettling, like a weight pressing down on them all. even yoongi’s eyes, dark as ever, held something, a flicker of something ancient and knowing.

“it’s always the same,” namjoon said quietly, his voice rough, like he hadn’t spoken in ages. “they come in thinking they’re different. they never are.”

the basement was cold. too cold. they were alone again. but this time, it was different. the absence of the boy, his fate sealed before dawn, sat in the air like an unspoken truth. they knew what came next.

more would come, just like him.

and they would never make it either.

the sound of the heavy door creaking closed echoed through the basement, sealing them once again in their dark cages.

and in the dead of night, only the faintest whisper of the boy’s cry remained.

authors note: here is the first partish of captive desires !! part one will be up in a little bit, i just have to edit a few things. also spring semester did just start for me so uploads may be slightly slower (i'm hoping not too much but i am a stem student so we will see) thank you guys for reading,

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[paintbrushnebula]

Max outfit studies

I think the one on the far right is my favorite, feels most like her, it's sort of bohemian and woodsy and I love it, thank you Pinterest

[just-some-friendly-fun]

Listen, I definitely think that the "multiverse" trope is so cheap, and has become overused but boy.

Do I love eating the potentiality slop as an oc x canon person, and also seeing self-insert ships, because in my brain. ANY universe is possible, the endings, the beginnings are--INFINITE. So, by that math--there is a chance that my goober, you, me, ANYBODY can get with this character or that one, and no fun-eating goblin can spill absolute gucking gahooli in my ear about it

[cupcakeinat0r]

My Spidersona <3

10 months late but whatever

This is me drawing after like years w/o practicing or anything so pls………………. also click 4 better quality omg. Idk tho, I think she’s so cewt n cunty!!!!!!!

yes, I did this on an old ass notebook I didn’t have anything else😭😭 did this w a mechanical pencil as well, like I’m so unserious abt this yall it was for funsies n I got vvv bored when I was sick ☠️

Spider symbol heavily inspired by the lovely @/boricualy on insta. I luv her sm.

Mask is heavily inspired by traditional “Vejigante” wear of Puerto Rico!!

Used refs from Pinterest cuz ain’t NO way I raw dogged these bro lmao

K thnx byyyeeeeeeee

My inspo:

[tikiki05]

Another chapter of my big Spider-Verse story, another OC art dump! RTSV chapter 2 is live and ready for reading! And with that I give you all the spider-suits references for the Spider-Family as they wear these at the end of chapter 1 and for the near entirety of chapter 2. OC’s are fully mine but my art is all done by the incredible dee_from_webtoon on instagram! And/or Dee Deffieux on webtoon

Here’s the link to the story! I really hope you enjoy Rest from the Spider-Verse

[kuvstark]

SPIDERMAN - A NEW SAGA

while coming up with plots and ideas for a spiderverse story, I’ve come to the idea that I want to branch out all different types of spiderverse stories. different lives, different universes. each character would have their own villians, goals, and conflicts that won’t initally be related to miles and his story.

the format would be similar to marvel universe, written in order. these stories would eventually be tied together, except the focus won’t be on the ‘main’ people of itsv, atsv, and btsv. similar to the avengers — itsv, atsv, and btsv would be similar to infinity war and endgame.

just wanted to see if anyone would be interested in that sort of thing !

[junkkey]

Coloring Spider-Jolt doodles.

( @yayalooove spidersona)

[gogglleskun]

Who is thjs.... Do you think we will see them in beyond .....

[nymphapunkcake]

Hobie Brown x Spider Nymph

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What would be the ideal name for this shipp? punknimph? nimphpunk? Idk but there are so many posts coming from my sketchbook of Elfie with her cute punky boy.

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[circusmantis]

Gwen of earth 42

[elysiumnotes]

Hey guys meet my Spidersona,

Maisie Day

AKA

Spider Ghoul

The spider name is still in progress, but anyways. Here’s the civilian look:

And here’s the Spider:

Link to the new picrew by @naylissah on TikTok is right here:

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Me daydreaming.

Me manifesting the day The Writing Team of Beyond The Spiderverse finally reaches out to me about licensing my Spidersona as Hobies canonical on-screen partner because I'm delulu but also I've somehow convinced myself that it's physically and very literally impossible to create or write another character that's more of a perfect match for him than My Sona In Specific because they're a match made in heaven so the next logical step is to just Put Her In The Movie please I'm begging you:

[paintbrushnebula]

Gwen-73 aka "Max Stacy"

*in Ekko’s voice* I had this dream where things went another way. (hehe… brainrot)

I thought I’d elaborate on Max a lil bit–about how this Gwen Stacy’s story compares to /ours/, where the similarities end and the differences begin, how her life’s been affected by not being the one who was bitten instead of Peter Parker, etc. 

Max is just my prediction/interpretation of a character that’s been hinted at to be introduced in BTSV, for those who don’t know back in 2023 Lord and Miller confirmed that Beyond is going to feature alternate versions of Gwen Stacy. They didn't really elaborate further irrc, but what I do remember is that it was said that *one* particular variant is meant to be of service to the main plot in some way. I took this to mean that they’re possibly planning on exploring a similar juxtaposition with the character of Gwen Stacy as they are with Miles Morales–a variant who isn’t a Spider, and how their life would go as a result of The Change. It’d make perfect sense for this to be the direction they should go in, since Spider-Gwen’s arc isn’t yet complete with how the question of her fate still lies open-ended, and whether she’s going to face her existential crisis. 

So for starters, I call her Max because my headcanon is that that’s what Spider-Gwen decides to address her as, since their middle name is Maxine. Although as I’m typing this–I just thought of this lol–it’d /also/ be tasteful to name her a different part of their first name…Like the “Lyn” part of “Gwendolyn”... yeah that sounds kinda clever... *waves dismissively* Maybe change it later, possibly, idk, whatever.

I want things to be simple, so that means adhering to the status quo of the character’s history if The Change shouldn’t affect that part of the alternate timeline. So for example, Miles G is evidently a more emotionally reserved, tragic, scarred version of Miles because of his Change. Not becoming Spider-Man when he was 14 inadvertently allowed his father to die shortly afterward, so he’s suffered a graver loss and a more corrupt world than what our Miles has. But everything that happened before the direction of their lives had changed remains the same–all the photos of Miles as a child match the ones in 1610, showing that before Jeff’s death, Miles G was the same Miles dancing across the street listening to hip hop posting up art stickers, because why wouldn’t he be? (I think this crucial point is what a lot of fanfic writers and Y/N enjoyers forget about Miles G) So despite his scars, Miles G is still Miles Morales. 

Same thing applies to Max. With her, The Change does a lot–If she didn’t get bitten and gain powers at 13, then Peter didn’t die, her father doesn’t send an angry mob after her, and she wasn’t wallowing in self-isolation. She got straight A’s and made it into Empire State University like in the comics. Is everything easy now? Is her life pristine perfect with extra marshmallows? Well, no obv. Max is like the Miles 1610 to Gwen’s Miles G–seems like the bubblier, more starry eyed positive one by comparison, sure, but they’ll still share core struggles, inner demons that make them who they are in the first place. Max and Miles 1610 just have a more nurturing environment with a healthier support system, because the timelines they live in have allowed it with The Change out of the way. 

Kinda ironic when you think about it, how for Miles Morales, having become Spider-Man was what saved him from a dark future, from losing his way, whereas that same event could seem like the harbinger of said dark future from Gwen’s perspective (which is doubly ironic because little does she know, suffering the curse of being a Spider is exactly what prevents her from the fate of an imminent death to keep the story going as written). 

So let me give you my quick summary. Max and Peter were still childhood friends who got picked on in middle school, Max still always punched back only she was definitely catching hands more often than she could throw them since no powers. In the Spider-Gwen comics, Harry Osborn was a part of their friend group too, so that gets added on (What doesn’t is the part in Gwen’s comics where he leaves for 2 years to join S.H.I.E.L.D. to get weapons to hunt Spider-Woman because Peter isn’t dead, and Gwen isn’t Spider-Woman). 

Peter in high school is usually supposed to be kind of a distant, self-isolating outcast who pushes people away so as the trio age into high school this is what he starts to grow into. Max and Harry stay together and start making new friendships. Meanwhile, Peter gets bitten by the spider at 16. College Years: Max aces AP classes and practically gets invited into ESU with a diamond ring, Harry gets accepted in out of nepotism. They reconcile with a redeemed Flash Thompson and become buddies, light work no reaction, Flash is basically like Groose from Skyward Sword now. ESU is where they cross paths with Peter for the first time in years, except Peter is Spider-Man now and still a social wallflower with a bad temper, but Max /also/ has a temper and a sneer on her face too, because she’s still Gwen Stacy. She just doesn’t have as much need for the sneer on this side of Earth 73. But Gwen doesn’t like Peter’s ‘tude. So now, they’re full-on rivals. yeaaa that's right I SAID ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

I have like, a lot more details to explain about her life and story leading up to the present, and her fashion sense, likes and interests and her design of which I've posted a few drawings of in the past, but this is all pretty much it in terms of how her teens were different from Gwen’s.

Oh and I know nobody asked, but if we’re talking dreamcasting, I say with full adamance Jennifer Lawrence.

[juustalexx]

day 72 of drawing spider-man until beyond the spider-verse is out

[cupajoscafe]

"what the hell are you doing standing around here for, penelope?! miles is getting away!!" "if i had known i could have stopped peter from dying, i would have done the exact same thing as him!! i'm not gonna sit by and watch someone else go through what i did, especially if that person can be saved!! i can't do that again, miguel!!"

in penelope's dimension, she was in love with her childhood friend/police captain peter parker. he died in her arms and she couldnt do anything to save him. the last thing he said to her was that he loved her, and she's carried that with her ever since. had she known that she could have been able to stop peter from dying, she would have done anything to save him.