#cause like not EVERY spidey is gonna be like good

[movedtodykedvonte]

Do the Spider people just not fuck with the evil Spider people or is there like evil Spider Society that have like office space in the basement?

[periprose]

Arachnid Anxiety

You're Spider-Woman, and you've been tasked with babysitting Mayday. Maybe you have a bit of stress that you need to vent about, and Hobie comes along quite conveniently for that purpose.

Genre: Fluff, reader having anxiety, Hobie giving her advice, very cute, reader is a Jessica Drew variant, perhaps mutual pining if you squint, takes place during the movie but before Miles arrives to the Society, terrible british slang attempts (sorry Hobie :'))

Word Count: 2.4k

Babies are hard to wrangle when they’re crawling up walls.

Of course, Peter B. Parker said that he needs a nap, just this once, and he needs someone to watch over Mayday while he sneaks away into the sleeping pods in the Spider-Society-System. Sometimes he and MJ don’t get sleep for days at a time, so you get it.

But Mayday is so curious, and you find yourself having to pull her prying hands away before she inadvertently tampers with things around Miguel’s labs and causes either a mass outage or a explosion or Miguel’s wrath. You understand why Peter is a little exhausted.

She’s a very cute baby, though, and you can’t help but coo at her as she clambers off the wall into your arms. 

“Who’s a good Spidey? Who’s gonna be the best of us?” You shake her up and down and she giggles, wrapping her arms around you. 

You instinctively flinch, feeling your Spider-Sense go off.

“Large statement to make. But I see where you’re coming from.” Spider-Punk comes up from behind you, and you turn to him. “She’s definitely punk.”

“Hey, don’t go claiming someone else’s kid as one of your own.” You joke, and Hobie scowls as he pulls off his mask.

“Don’t believe in claims. Or labels, for that matter.” He scratches his hair, looking effortless as he ever does, and you roll your eyes. “She is… who she is. Forgive me for using a descriptive word, Spider-Woman.”

“I get it.” You hold Mayday as she squeals at the sight of Hobie, and she motions in an uppy-uppy motion. She wants to be held by him, but he ignores her.

You never quite know how to feel about Hobie Brown. The Amazing Spider-Punk is revolutionary, known for being better than just his words– he holds himself to the very essence of anarchy. He practices what he preaches.

But you can’t quite get a read on the guy. You don’t know if he’s pulling your leg– or taking the piss as he would say– when he gives his bouts of advice while somehow simply being amazing through it all. He somehow knows what to say but he also isn’t the most comforting, and that in itself makes you drawn to him. He just happens to be kind of rough around the edges, and it’s because of that you know he truly means what he says. 

No sugar-coating, ever.

But you hate yourself, because you’ve somehow managed to fall for him. 

It’s not uncommon for Spideys to fall for each other. Peter Parker and Cindy Moon, Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy. But you know this is the one time it just wouldn’t end well for you.

You can already hear Hobie’s comments if he ever found out. He’d probably rebuke you even though you’d never try anything. Tell you he doesn’t feel that way and you’re delusional for potentially thinking that he would ever tie himself down. Spiders are meant to be swinging free and all that.

Even worse, he just happens to be beautiful. You’re positive that if Hobie wasn’t so anti-everything he would have stuck with being a runway model. His face is molded in a distinctive way that has you trying to catch his glance, even if he only looks at you with nonchalance, completely unbothered, not a hint of chemistry in his eyes.

It is with great displeasure that you find yourself wanting his bored attention anyways.

And so you’ve been swallowing your crush for the greater part of a year now. You’re sure it will pass like all things do.

Pavitr, as much as you love him, has told you many times about the “chemistry” between you and Hobie– and you have told him every time to fuck off. Not in an actual harsh way, because again you can’t help but love the guy, but because you don’t need false hope.

You’re just Spider-Woman. Another red-and-yellow suited variant of Jessica Drew, you might as well just be another Peter Parker. You know that’s not how you’re supposed to think of yourself, but it’s just how it is. Canon events brought you here, and according to Miguel, it’s not something you chose– you just happened to be there at the right time and place. You’re no Jess, who comes in on her motorcycle, raging heat and excitement on her toes– you are one of the many, instead of being exceptional like the few.

You’re not like Hobie, who is as far as you know, one of a kind.

“What’s on your mind, Spider-Woman?” Hobie asks as he picks through random tech on the desk in Miguel’s lab, taking what he feels is useful for whatever it is he does with the stuff. He’s never used your name, because he doesn’t know it.

You and a few other Spider-People have chosen to stay anonymous, for different reasons, and only Miguel and Margo know who you really are. Hobie has told you before that that’s pretty cool– he only chose to give up his name because it was easier to get along with people that way. Hobie knows there’s power in people.

“Just babysitting. Obviously.” You motion to Mayday, who takes this moment to thwip out a web and swing away from you– but you’re faster and you grab her back into your arms, and she pouts.

“Nah, nah. I mean that sour expression upon your lovely little visage, imbecile.” He pokes your masked cheek, and you find yourself blushing but pulling away from him. Hobie is like that– overly familiar and no real sense of space because he doesn’t care.

“It’s not lovely.” You retort, fully convinced of it because he has never seen your face, only your incredulous expression through the eyes of your mask. 

You think that Hobie is again being sarcastic about your unknown appearance, and because his back is facing yours as he searches through random shelves now, you don’t catch how his face frowns at your response.

“Disagreements about your anonymous-but-surely beautiful face aside– not that looks matter, mind you– you’re clearly miffed about something.” Hobie turns and crosses his arms, and it’s with a little embarrassment and comfort that you want his advice. Even if it’s kind of to do with him.

“Well, I guess, uh… lately I’ve just been feeling kind of down. Like what’s the point of all this?” You bite your lip, knowing Hobie’s feelings on nihilism. “I don’t mean like nothing in life matters, Hobie. I mean more that I don’t matt– I don’t… anyways, I feel useless. I don’t have anything special about me, I don’t really bring anything to the Spider-Society that wasn’t already brought.”

"Whoa whoa whoa. Nah, lady, you've got your priorities all twisted." Hobie pulls your arms, bringing you kind of closer to him, and rests his hands on your shoulders, making you listen. "This inner hatred stuff– that sick urge to feel shame and then blast it inside of yourself, all that repression, yeah? It's a crock of shit."

"Huh?" You and Mayday both peer up at him. You behind your mask, and she with her crocheted one. 

Hobie picks up Mayday, finally giving into her wishes to be held by him, and she immediately giggles. There’s a subtle smile on his face that warms him to you a little.

"It might feel good in the moment. It might even feel revolutionary." Hobie scowls, and scratches his jaw. "It's worthless. Notice, Spider, I didn't call you worthless. The very action is garbage, a visceral thing that brings no productive value– that's what they want you to feel."

"Ah, because then I'll never fight against the establishment, right, Hobie? I'll be too busy fighting myself." You say mockingly, taking on a fake-pretentious-Cockney accent, mimicking him, but Hobie gives you a chill look and nods.

"Now you're getting it."

"Aw." You slump and slouch and sit on the counter full of gadgets and gizmos next to him. "I know you're right, but… don't you ever get people getting mad at you?"

"You've lost me."

"Like… being so responsible." You roll your eyes as Hobie snickers and whispers the spider-mantra you all know so well. "Or just living by your own ideology so… efficiently. It's almost like a slap in the face to the rest of us Spiders. We don’t know how to cope, and here comes along Spider-Punk with all his personal assurance that even if things aren't alright, he'll make it alright for himself."

"Oi, trust me, it wasn't all that easy." Hobie sniffs and sits down next to you, holding Mayday close and then letting her go as she crawls onto the wall in front of you. "You really think I haven't had a bad day? I haven’t had my moments of self doubt, huh?”

“Uh… well. When you put it like that, it does sound kind of crazy.” You admit, and nudge him with your shoulder. “I didn’t mean any harm, Hobie. I just feel so… inadequate.”

“Just stop.” He crosses his arms and closes his eyes, and you feel that yet again, he’s somewhat unreadable. “Don’t think those things. You’re not inadequate.”

“But I–”

“Stop.” He grasps your hands, and squeezes them tightly in his own, and you wonder if Hobie has ever looked this seriously at you, his eyes soft yet firm with affection.

You’re in trouble, you think. Your heart is pounding and you’re really glad he can’t see your face.

“I don’t think you know how important you are.” He utters so quietly, in that very deep voice that has you leaning in to hear him better. “You’re not nothing, Spider-Woman. You’ve done a lot of good for your Earth-257, I’m sure, and that makes you something special. Like the rest of us– you’re kind of irreplaceable, right?”

“I guess.”

“Not ‘I guess.’” Hobie punches the side of your arm and you pretend to say ow, laughing a little. “If you didn’t exist, we’d all be poorer for it. Peter couldn’t ask you to chill with his baby, and I couldn’t be here talking your ear off.”

“But I’m not– I don’t really compare to her, you know?” You say without thinking, and then immediately squint at your own stupidity. 

“Who’s her?” Hobie is wary of how your expression is shifting. “Stacy?”

“Uh, no.” You inhale, exhale, and then decide it’s time to get it over with. “Jess.”

“Jess? Jessica Drew, huh?” Hobie smirks a little. “You don’t want to be adopted by her, do you?”

“More complicated than Gwen’s weird fantasy.” You shift on your spot on the counter, and pull off your mask after a minute of tribulations. “I’m… also Jessica Drew.”

You feel incredibly shy as Hobie takes in your face, wary of his every move as you feel yourself sweating, and he grasps your face gently, peering into your eyes and taking a look at your features, as if he’s really trying to remember them.  

“Huh.”

“What is it?” You say a little too defensively, and he shrugs. 

“You do have a lovely visage, you silly little sod. Even if it’s completely different from Jess’ face.” He laughs as you shove him away, covering your face in your hands. “No, don’t do that.”

He’s tracing your jaw, and he murmurs. “Maybe you could use a few piercings… a tat or two… ever thought about it?”

“No.” You shut your eyes. “I’m not cool like you.”

“Oh, shut it.” He leans in imperceptibly closer, and you blink, eyes open. Maybe Pavitr had a point that Hobie and you have something, because there’s not really another explanation for that look in his eyes. “You’re plenty cool, Jessica Drew. It was just a shit suggestion of mine.”

You think Hobart “Hobie” Brown is sweeter than you previously thought. You have half a mind to tell him about your feelings.

You and Hobie both look up, Spider-Senses tingling, and sure enough, Mayday is cooing from the ceiling– she leaps into your already waiting arms. She giggles at your expression.

Oh well, you think. There’ll be some other time to work up the courage to tell him.

Hobie half-smirks at her. “Way to interrupt us, Mayday.”

She looks at him all confused, tilting her head in a “huh?” motion, and you feel the same way, not entirely sure what Hobie meant by that and not willing to assume either.

He answers you by pulling your face in a sudden, swift motion, connecting his lips to yours, and in between the two of you, Mayday shrieks and laughs. She crawls off to the side of you, no longer smothered between your torsos.

Hobie is weirdly insistent– you feel like he’s been wanting to do this for a while, maybe longer than the length of your conversation (you don’t know if this is just a funny little fling for him, but you’re fairly sure it isn’t) and he’s a lot taller and lankier than you, so he really has to tower over you to reach your mouth better. He’s grasping your jaw and neck and the back of your head with a lot of intensity– you feel wildly dizzy when he pulls away.

“Uh.” Peter B. Parker is standing in front of you both, mouth wide open, and you look back at Hobie and he grins rather coolly, not really giving a damn. It’s enough to make you snort. “Wait, who are you?”

“Oh. Spider-Woman from Earth 257.” You remember Peter has never seen your face, either. “Jessica Drew?”

“Right, right.” Peter raises his hands in a whoop-de-doo motion, like he should’ve known that. “Nice to know what you look like behind the mask. Not nice to know that you’ve been avoiding your babysitting duties. Why are you two fooling around like prepubescent children? What happened to responsibility?”

“Ahhhhh, please, Peter. Live a little.” Hobie stands up, his full length of height drawing him to about the same height as Peter if not an inch taller. He picks up Mayday and hands her off to him. “Let’s not act as if you and MJ weren’t shacking up in the sleeping pods last week, yeah? Does Miguel need to know about how irresponsible you were?”

You think he’s kidding, but Peter pales and you clap your hands over your mouth, trying not to laugh. Miguel would absolutely throw a fit if he found that out.

“Uh…” Peter swallows. “At least that’s not an interdimensional tragedy-in-the-making like you two.”

“There’s no rules against that, I don’t think.” Hobie shrugs. “And if there are, fuck them. Miguel doesn’t know it all.”

“He really is punk to the very end.” Peter groans and leaves out to the hallway with Mayday. 

Hobie flashes a smile at you as he sits back down, ruffling your hair.

[sadistic-kitty5601]

FINALLY, THE SUB WADE (DEADPOOL) FANFIC IS HERE!!! FEAST!

Sorry I didn’t write for so long, I lost motivation :[

Wade had a huge crush on you. You're his Spidey, not every Deadpool had a Spidey, but he did, and you were that. He first saw you when you first debuted on the screen for saving a kid. Your perfect figure, that sexy voice...oh lord, he dropped the popcorn in his hands immediately, squealing, he needed to meet you IMMEDIATELY! So, next time you were on night patrol, he found you. At first, you were annoyed, and tried to ignore him, but you soon gave up, growing fond of his energetic and chaotic ways. You two became close friends, then started dating, then more, yadah yadah...

So, there you were POUNDING his brains out in his own bed! His face in the pillow, SCREAMING for dear life. Holy fuck your dick was so good, I mean, he loved your beautiful pussy, but GOD DAYUM, this shit was AMAZING.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! I've been pegged before, but this is different! Have I said that yet!?" He yelled, gripping the sheets tightly as he pushed back to get some more of that girthy, long cock of yours, moaning loudly. "Fuck, baby, the whole neighborhood is gonna hear you-and…..and ooh fuck, you're so tight." You said as you bit your lip, gripping his hips. Thanks to his regenerative ability, he always stayed tight, which meant he'd always get that sweet feeling of being stretched, (If you remember my last post.😉) Tears rolled down his cheeks-and oh yeah! Did I mention this was the 3rd round? Cum trickled down his shaking thighs, your cum, that you filled him up with 3 TIMES.

Your huge dick rubbed against every spot inside him, the way your hips moved managed to hit his g-spot every single time, causing him to whimper in pleasure.

"Fuck—! Make me cum! Make me cum with your big cock! Like a dirty slut!" Wade screamed, burying his head in the pillow. "Harder?" You asked, panting, you were close too. "Yes! Do you have to ask?! Fuck me with no respect, baby!" He urged. You let out a breathless chuckle, a smirk spreading across your face. You suddenly rammed into him, bucking into him over and over again, forcing a surprised but pleased yelp. "Oooh yeah! Woo!" He yelled out as he writhed in pleasure. You groaned as you fucked his BRAINS OUT!

"God, I can feel you clenching around me." You growled out. "Mmm, you feel how my ass wants you? It's so tight! Sooo gooood!-Oh! Oh, I'm cumming!" Wade yelled, letting out a long, shaky mewl as he came again, his poor cock twitching. That's when he heard you moan, feeling your hot load filling him up, only making more seamen leak out. Fuck, it felt so good feeling your warm cum filling him up, it made him shake and whimper in pleasure. He let out a big sigh.

…

"One more round? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

[dirtytransmasc]

pav x hobie x gayatri content, cause I feel like this, I'm bored, I'm just putting down my thoughts as they come, this is gonna be super unorganized and random.

when they take naps together, it's typically hobie in the middle with either on top of or next to him, and it's honestly just one big pile. when they go to sleep at night, gayatri's in the middle, little spoon to pav's big spoon, with hobie big spooning the two of them from the other side, cause he's long enough. is kinda like this, (99, pav and gayatri facing the same way, and hobie facing the other way wrapped around them.

gayatri and hobie wear silver, pav wears gold.

gayatri = stars, hobie = eclipse, pav = sun

hobie isn't the jealous or possessive type (he is, casually, won't cause a scene about it and knows when he's being irrational about it), he's just protective (you keep telling yourself that bub). in short, he's defiantly a bit touchy in public, like in the way that he always has an arm over pav and gayatri's shoulders, likes when they where his clothes, kinda lurks behind them a bit. pav is a little clueless to it, he just thinks hobie likes being near them, which he does, but gayatri who is also a bit possessive over her boys, assures him that everythings fine. pav rarely gets jealous, but, when he does, particularly at hobie's shows where everyone wants a piece of him, or within his community where everyone's got little crushes on gayatri (cause who wouldn't?) its bad (within the bounds of not being toxic of course), he's quite aggressive, cause those are his partners thank you very much.

the boys chug their respect women juice and are like lovesick puppies for gayatri. like, they don't fall into icky stereotypical trope of "ones dominant and controlling of the other two" or the hierarchy trope, but if anyone had to be the designated "in control" person of the throuple, it would be her, if that makes sense. in all honesty, its just the boys being willing to do anything and everything for her, and trying to beat each other in a playful competition of who can be more of a gentleman, that just makes it seem like she's calling the shots. she plays into them, but its clear to all of them that they're all equal and equally in control of the dynamic.

only time hobie will use labels is when he's talking about his partners.

gayatri likes late night dates, just watching the stars or watching a movie, the night time has always felt like it her time, so she likes to share it with her boys.

hobie is a lovesick fool and rights songs about the two. he also just makes them little crafty things, cause he no doubt knows how to sew, so anything from clothing, little plushes, or patches, etc. cause he likes giving gifts, hates capitalism, so he makes them himself.

pavs love language is words and parallel play, like he just likes to sit and talk and talk and talk, but in such a nice way that even the least talkative of people enjoy his company.

serving their communities is also their idea of a good time, from anything like helping out at community kitchens, feeding strays, to just spending the day with family helping out.

I know hobies a family favorite, he's respectful and kids love him, so he's always welcome around pav and gayatri's family.

gayatri knows they're both spidermen and that hobies from a completely different dimension, it was really hard to hide from her.

its hard to keep secrets from her in general, the boy swear she has a spidey sense, cause even stuff like planning dates or gifts is impossible to keep under wraps, and they've tried so hard.

pav is the most "traditional" lover, playing into every trope known to man, from red roses, to fancy restaurant dates.

gayatri's not super "traditional" but doesn't mind swooning her lovers/being swooned over; hand made gifts/food, love letters, poetry, etc. she likes things that come directly from the heart. this also includes quality time where she can do her boys' mehndi or makeup, spending time cuddled up together, gossiping, cooking (I know she's a food girl, but not your typical sweet tooth person, she's more a fan of savoury things), etc.

hobie, is surprisingly kinda, in a way, "traditional" when it comes to romance; he's a very proper and respectful gentleman while also remaining very punk and against the system/binary/etc., so he takes them both out dancing, gets them both flowers and jewelry, offers his arm(s) to them when they're walking together, pulls out their chair and opens doors for them, etc. some people are shocked that he doesn't have an "odd" idea of romance, but pav and gayatri aren't at all, cause he does do other things, like take them to punk concerts, teaches them to mosh, make them part of his "band" in one way or another (honestly they're just there, looking pretty or something, they much prefer to watch), gets them into punk music, etc. he just likes the softer, more main stream ideas of romance, sue him, he hates consistency, maybe mainstream isn't all bad all the time.

they will stockpile jokes just so they can tell each other them at the end of the day. thy

hobies the best listner of all times, he just looks at them with those heavy, love dazed eyes, and plays with their hair or their hands, or just watches their expressions change, cause he's just so down bad its not even funny.

they're all the type to do the whole; points out a feature "I love this" points out another feature "and this" points out a feature the other is insecure about "and especially this" type thing.

hobie and gayatri love horror movies, and while pav is easily jumpscared, he can sit through them, he just gets annoyed by cliches, to the point that he will rage quit a movie and leave the two of them to finish it, though he does have a weakspot for slashers that play into the cliches and have some level of comedy, he enjoys those. (I hate the, "pav would be terrified of horror movies" thing, I just can't see it, he would just get mad when white people are constantly doing something stupid)

gayatri has made it a rule that even if they get checked out at the HQ's medbay, they need to come see her and get looked over/patched up after missions.

both pav and hobie are aware of the danger she's in a their lover while both of them are spiderman, and are always a little on edge, cause they know she could be either of their canon events.

thats all I got for now, but I love these three, so there will most certainly be more at some point.

[callsign-rogueone]

been enjoying your writings and I had a thought from the Bodhi/Darling line. And you don't have to give too much detail if it is included down the line in their story. But when Bodhi told Violet that he defend himself from an assassin butt naked in the showers, in your cannon would Darling have been with him In there? Maybe just so they can protect each other? Or would she have learned about this the same time that Violet did? Low-key I kind of hope she was in there cause personally I would have asked if he was ok, then been a little turned on after. Just saying, after reading that in IF I wanted more details... But in your universe how would this have gone down?

oooh I love this ask! I love talking about all the gfs of course, and I’m always happy to answer questions like this so thank you 💗

I saw a theory the other day that Col. Aetos is the one paying these people to keep trying to kill Bo, since canonically he’s the eldest / “most important” marked one that was at Resson (bar X/G who are graduated) and has the closest ties to Xaden. I like it. and I’m gonna roll with that theory for some of the girlfriends… hehe >:)

anyway, I had to think about this one… it might make an appearance in their storyline at a later date, but I don’t know when I’ll have time to write it all the way out so. some thoughts under a cut, since this got long.

I’m gonna say no, Darling wasn’t there.

she doesn’t see 100% of the bad stuff coming, because then we wouldn’t have a plot. more often than not she does get unexplained, impending-doom, spidey-sense type feelings when herself or one of the gang is in imminent danger, so that could have happened here. maybe she’s across the hall in the girls showers and feels it, but doesn’t know why, or maybe she doesn’t feel it at all.

either way: Sìoda and Cuir are homies. they’re the ones bonded to mated humans, not the other way around 😅 so there’s gonna be some relay there, like for all the couples (minus Peach, sorry girl): human to dragon to dragon to human communication, especially in times of urgency. so Darling could ask Sìoda to let the gang know to be on their guard, or Sìoda could casually tell her via Cuir that yeah, your man is fighting some guy in the shower, buck-naked. aaaaand he just won. all clear.

OR, her finding out when Violet does would also be a good possibility. sitting at breakfast or whenever it was (I really need to reread IF) and she takes a bite of her toast then Bo just lays it on her all casual-like. hilarious, but she’d also be upset by it. Darling feels incredibly guilty when she can’t see harm coming to her friends in time to stop it, so even though Bo handled it perfectly, she’d still feel bad, because what if… 🥺

he’d have to do some sweet-talking to comfort her, reassuring her that he’s safe. and he’d definitely bring humor into it, making some inflated remarks about how good of a fighter he is and how nobody is catching him off guard, etc. and I’m 10000% sure he’d drop some playful line like… “Y’know, if you’re worried about it happening again, you could start showering with me every day. Safety in numbers. Buddy system!” <- this said in a playful tone with a lip bite or a wink and some suggestive, not-sexy-at-all eyebrow wiggles. that’ll get a laugh out of her and have her start to feel better.

she’d decline, of course, because she’s a wingleader now and can’t break rules like that, nor does she want to shower in the boys bathroom, and she’s sure as hell not bringing him in the girls one. she might make him start bringing a knife into the shower, though.

but on that note, I do have some shower fun planned for them. Bodhi has his own room (shared with Darling) at Riorson house, with a private bathroom attached. and I bet that the shower in there has excellent water pressure.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

The Dutchess of Camden

Hobie wants to take Diane to her first punk show. And she has just the outfit. (a.k.a How Diane got her punk battlejacket - aka I saw this photo of Fran Fine and laughed so hard.)

DiscoPunk - DiscoSpider!Diane x Hobie Brown - PURE FLUFF. More fluff than a cappucino with extra foam. FLUFFY

Also this post was largely inspired by @spidey-bie and their post about Ansi & Hobie!!

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Diane isn't punk.

With chiffon skirts and silk shirts and glittery nails and light up roller-wheels - if anything, she was the farthest thing from it. But that never stopped her, did it?

Without a doubt, she was still Hobie's #1 fan.

Hobie had only known Diane a couple of weeks - and it was only four months ago that he'd met her that in that darkened club, a Daiquiri on her lips and a joint at her fingertips.

And since then, the party hadn't stopped.

Hobie didn't have an explanation for it - but for some reason, Diane seemed to like him. If anything, she seemed to adore him. And that in itself wasn't a rarity -

She just wasn't afraid to show it.

Out of a room full of people, she'd be the one to approach him first. In a cafeteria full of tables, she was the one to ask if she could sit at his, just because 'y'all seem like you're having fun'.

And regardless of what anyone had to say about it, to Hobie - that only added to the appeal. Because Diane said it all the time -

'Closed mouths don't get fed - Ain't that right?'

Over the weeks, he'd gotten used to her face, front row at SpiderBand's every show. He'd gotten use to her laugh, and the way she'd smile every time he told a joke - no matter how unoriginal. How he could make her laugh without fail.

He'd gotten use to the way he felt when he knew she was there, safe somewhere nearby.

Like praying for someone to turn up to school that day, and then hearing that they did.

And did having her on his arm, his voice in her ear, an inside joke between the two of them - mean them anything?

Hobie didn't know. And he didn't care.

It didn't matter what Diane being at his side made her - as long as she wasn't going anywhere.

And so he'd bring her along for the ride, as long as she'd let him.

Hobie and Diane had known weeks, and she was never shy to invite herself, asking for permission to tag along any place that sounded funky enough for her to find it far out.

And he was never one to tell her 'No'.

But there was one place she'd yet to go - and that was 138.

"Oi, I'm taking you to a rock show tonight. It's in 138, so try to blend in, alright?"

"Of course!" she says. "I've been waiting for this! I have just the outfit."

And then she turns up in this.

Diane looks at him and goes "What'd I tell ya!"

She's so proud of herself. She thinks she's killing it. She brought that outfit the month she met him and she's been waiting for this moment.

She's like -

Hobie has to cover his face. Because if he looks at her - he's gonna start laughing. Cause what iN THE HELL-

Hobie looks at her like -

"Di, where'd you get that?"

She's like "Malala (Spider-UK). It's SO CUTE right. I look all posh!"

Hobie is like "You look like a Spice Girl. You look like Scary Spice and Ginger Spice had a baby."

Diane takes a moment to assess the situation. She reads his body language. And of course she's like "I feel very complimented but your tone of voice is saying otherwise, Hobart."

Cause what do you mean??? she absolutely understood the assignment!!!

Hobie takes a moment. He loves the enthusiasm, but still, he considers a way to break it to her softly, before telling her "Yo, me and my mates be setting that flag on fire-"

"Good cause it looks fire on ME."

And.. She's not lying. So what's the problem?!?

Hobie doesn't have one. And it'll be a frigid day in hell before he tells Diane to change - for any reason, clothes or otherwise.

He asks her if she'd dead set on wearing it, and she's goes "What- do you think the skirt is too tight to dance in? I can. Don't worry, I checked."

If she's going to have a good time, that's all he cares about. And Hobie just smiles, telling her if that's the case then the outfit is bloody perfect.

Because somehow Diane finding the most perfectly coordinated outfit regardless of crowd, vibe, occasion, or time of day, seemed so entirely her.

Not faking it for him in ripped fishnets or studded clothes. Turning up in her perfect black stockings and the most painfully British outfit she could find.

And it wasn't until she pointed to him, that he understood why. "I wanted to match - you know, your pin." she says, pressing a manicured nail to his lapel. "It's my favorite one."

To him, the outfit is perfect. Funny as hell, but perfect.

"Brilliant taste you have." "Couldn't you tell from my taste in boys?"

The whole 'blending in' thing went out the window. But the outfit is a hit.

People couldn't help but notice the 6 foot girl who wore stilettos and a Union Jack to the function. A regular in the circuit, Hobie couldn't help but stay by her side - watching amused as she looked around the shitty backalley venue like it was a palace.

It was so different from the discos.

Diane couldn't help but marvel at how 'Hobie' the world seemed. "You're still the coolest thing here, though." She tells him over and over.

Hobie makes sure to keep an arm over her shoulder, not out of possessiveness, but the fact that Diane was liable to drifting off, eyes dazzled at how cool and punk and textured and rough everything seemed, how vibrant people were.

And Hobie loved it.

He wants her to love it, to enjoy herself. To smile and laugh and go on and on about how funky everything was. "But like - in a you way."

He wanted her to have a good time, but Hobie knew eventually, someone would say something.

And it came with a laugh.

"Christ, that's gotta be the funniest thing I've seen tonight." A guy wearing red liberty spikes said, and Hobie recognized him as Ned, a guitarist in some straight edge band.

And the girl at his side, Betty, grinned as she laughed along.

And Hobie wondered if he should scare them off, or give Diane a chance to bite their heads off first. Until Betty said-

"Fuck. I wish I'd thought of that."

"Huh?" Diane asked pointedly, seemingly more annoyed at the distribution of her Hobie-induced haze than anything else.

"Ain't that a giant 'fuck you' to the fascists - a black chick wearing their 'heritage' like it's the new spring collection - I'd pay to see the first skinhead that had a butchers at you," Betty said and she was a black girl herself, hair in neat boxbraids. "They'd be fucking fuming."

Diane side-eyed Hobie for a translation, and Hobie smirked, leaning in closer to her ear. "That's a good thing," he assured her, voice teeming with pride as he gave her shoulder a squeeze.

Because pissing off skinheads was very much a compliment.

Diane raised her eyebrows, because she surely couldn't tell. But, if Hobie said it, she was willing to take his word on it.

"Thank you..?" She chuckled, a hand on Hobie's arm. "Sorry, I ain't that good at speaking British. Hobie usually translates for me - Thank God he speaks American or I'd be so lost -"

"And she's American - that's fucking hilarious. No wonder she doesn't give a fuck." Ned said, grinning, pointing to her top.

And finally, Diane looked down - as if she'd just noticed what they meant.

"The flag?" She questioned, pouting her lips in confusion. "Am I supposed to give a fuck about the flag?"

"You aren't." Betty said. "That's what's so punk about it."

Her face lit up. Diane didn't speak British, but that she understood.

And she had to turn her face into Hobie's shoulder to not squeal. They said her perfect outfit was punk!

They said she was Punk!

Hobie stiffled his laughter, pulling Diane closer as he reached up to ruffle her perfectly curled hair.

Diane bit back her euphoria as she composed herself, flattered beyond belief. And to the pair in front of her, Diane said -

"Why, thank you!" mimicking a curtsey, head bowed and knees bent.

The pair burst out laughing.

And then, they did the same, playing along.

"Pleasure is ours, Your Majesty.~" Betty snickered, nudging Ned to get him to play along, and the dark-skinned boy did the same. "And to whom do we owe the honor?" he asked.

"Diane." Hobie said, squeezing her at the waist for a moment, and before she could tell them otherwise, Hobie said. "Call her Dutchess, yeah?"

Betty held back a snort. "Dutchess - She the Dutchess of Camden then?"

"Brilliant, you two." Ned said. "Leave it to Hobie to find a cheeky one."

Diane was glowing in his arms.

"The Duchess of Camden." Hobie said, a smirk coming to his lips. He adored the sound of it. "That she is. A national treasure, this one." And he believed it.

Hobie couldn't help but drink in the joy on Diane's face.

The name was so prestigious sounding - glamourous even - and Diane had no idea what the hell a Dutchess was, but she damn sure knew what royalty meant.

But nothing could compare to Hobie's words.

She pressed her hands to her cheeks, drinking in the flattery. And when she looked at Hobie her eyes were elated, dazzled to share the moment with him.

"Oh my, What a Prince Charming!" Diane laughed, wrapping her arms around Hobie. Who knew people in his universe would be just as cool, as interesting, as kind?

Who knew that not caring or thinking about British culture at all - not trying to make a statement, or say much of anything at all, could be punk? Hobie didn't.

Somehow, though, Diane managed to work miracles.

"Well, Dutchess," Ned said. "I take it you and Prince Charming here fancy a cordial invitation to the pub after this?"

Diane's jaw nearly dropped. "A Pub, like a Tavern?" And she couldn't imagine anything more British than a tavern. "Like the kind that serves pints? Just say the word and I'll call my horse-drawn carriage!"

Dutchess rode carriages, right? Who else would?

Betty shook her head, a grin on her lips. "Enjoy the show, Your Highness." she said, lacing her fingers with Ned's before weaving them back into the crowd.

For a second, Diane didn't say anything - cheeks glowing with the smile she was fighting back. Hobie wished he could make her feel that way forever.

"Well Punk royalty, how do you feel?" he asked, his voice low enough just for her to hear.

"You know," Diane said, turning to look at him, and slowly she laced her arms around his neck. "With this dimension time travel stuff - it's like you're the Punk Doctor Who, and I'm your companion, right? You know that British show, Doctor Who? The watch is like our Tardis-"

"Diane," Hobie said. "Never change."

__________________________

Hobie didn't know what this made him, but he didn't care.

He'd take Diane any place she'd follow. Any place she'd follow, he'd want her there.

Even here, on the curb of a street somewhere in London. Outside of a 24-hour Chip Shop at 3am.

Diane had followed him to 138 - and in return he'd followed her to a punk show. And then to an afterparty, and then to a pub, and then another.

And more and more people came over, to laugh and talk, to invite her into the community. And bit by her bit, her 'perfect' outfit had gained color.

A pin passed on from a friend, a patch someone would pull off their jacket, fishing for bobby pins to pin it to hers. A clover patch to match his pin, an A sprawled across the front like The Scarlet Letter.

Hobie couldn't describe the way Diane looked at him every time, the way she squeezed his hand and didn't let go. But that didn't matter. He just wanted her to do it more and more.

By stop two, she was complaining about her feet. But come 20 minutes, without fail - there she was, hanging on his sleeve. Asking him to leave so they could go someplace more her speed, 'hipper to the groove'.

And he'd always say 'Yes'. There wasn't a moment of it that he regretted.

He'd follow her anywhere, because he knew she'd do the same. And now, sitting on the curb on some random street in East London, Diane had the beginnings of her own battle jacket.

And a backpatch to match his, with her own addition:

'Punk's Not Dead.' 'He's back at my place.'

Hobie popped open the box of takeout, steam escaping as he lifted the flaps on the fish & chips. Beside him, Diane rolled her eyes in ecstasy at just the smell of it, throwing her head back in excitement.

Needless to say, Diane was plastered.

"You spoil me." she squealed leaning in closer to gaze at the sacred food that sat in Hobie's lap, her arm looped with his as the smell of fresh battered fish rose from the box.

Hobie lifted up a bit of fish, holding it out to Diane. "You ever tried this? Can't say you've been to London until you have. Like going to New York and leaving without the pizza." he smirked, eager to see her reaction - that look in her eyes.

Diane leaned forward, taking a bite of the fish without even taking it from his hand - too drunk to care.

"I don't know if it's because I'm drunk, or because I'm with you - but British food is so good." she snickered, stealing a chip from the box.

Carefully, she sniffed it.

"It has vinegar." he told her, watching as Diane nodded seriously, before pointing the chip at the box. "And that?" she asked.

"Mushy peas."

"Mushed peas?" Diane said, part bewildered, but mostly disgusted. "Mushed peas - is that what you said?"

Hobie snickered. "You ain't gotta eat them. I'll eat them if you don't want to-"

"You're gonna eat them?!" Diane demanded, jaw agape. "I was just complimenting you're national cuisine and now you're offering me pea sludge?" she laughed, almost in disbelief.

"You ain't gotta eat the pea sludge, Dutchess. Dump it in the harbor if you wanna kick off. That's what you all do, yeah?"

Now Diane's expression turned to shock. "Don't compare me to a Bostoner! As a New Yorker, I take offense to that." she said, stealing another chip. "You don't see me calling you a Birmingham-nite or whatever."

"Brummie -" Hobie corrected. "Surprised you know about them."

"I don't." Diane assured him. "I just know they exist."

Hobie grinned, taking a bite of fish, as for once - London seemed quiet around them.

No loud music. No crowd, or laughter, no anything. Just them. And Hobie realized that this was the first time they'd been alone - since that night they'd met, four months ago.

And he still felt the same as he did back then - in the alleyway behind the club, bathed in neon lights.

He had slipped into her world to find her - and now here she was, slipping in to his. And here, now, with her post-show hair, and smudged red lips, and blurred eye-liner. In her spray-painted jacket, and a hangover around the corner - he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Hobie -" Diane asked, eyes far away. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." he snickered, simply because he knew it would get her attention. Diane grinned, even despite herself, and she shoved his shoulder.

But he could tell, whatever it was - she meant it. "Anything." he said.

"Why do you.. let me follow you around?" she asked, and even to her, the words felt clumsy, clouded by nerves and 4 pints of beer.

"I mean - Why do you put up with it?" she asked, voice barely at whisper. And for the first time, it was like she couldn't look at him. And yet he couldn't look away.

"With what everyone says. I mean - I know that you hear it. And..I'm not subtle about it. But you never complain. Or tell me to go away. I guess at a certain point, a part of me thought that maybe you just...didn't want to hurt my feelings, I guess."

Diane said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

"But then, you invited me here. And you've been so kind to me all night. Even though I'm just some chick who shows up to your shows. And, I don't know how to thank you, or why you do it." she said, voice barely a whisper.

"Because I know that you care. Cause I can tell you do." Hobie said. "And I can tell you don't want nothing of me. You aren't asking me for romance or anything. We can just be together. Wherever. And that's enough. More than enough." Hobie said, and to him, the answer came easy. Now that it was her who was asking.

And maybe that was it. "We're enough for each other."

And she was more than enough for him. More than enough for him to watch to keep her around, and then some.

Diane's expression softened, the lump in her throat growing. "Thank you," she said. "For never making me feel like I was annoying. Or like I wasn't worth your time."

For making her feel like she was enough, always.

"You are worth my time, Daiquiri." Hobie said, and he reached up to brush a stray curl from Diane's face. "Don't want you to ever think otherwise. I don't know why you do it - what I did to deserve it.

But it doesn't matter. I ain't letting you get rid of me now."

Beside him, Diane grinned, hanging her head in bashfulness.

"I'd kiss your cheek right now, if I didn't smell of fish and vinegar right now." she told him, and instead, so instead she pressed a kiss to her fingers, before smooshing it in his face.

Hobie snorted, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. Pressing kisses to her forehead, even as she faked a grimace. Because he didn't care about fish or vinegar or anything else. Just her.

Diane laughed, shoving away from him just as Hobie asked "And what about you?"

"What about me?" "Why do you do it?" he asked. "I mean, could have any bloke on any Earth. But you choose me."

And he would never understand it, but he would always be grateful.

For a moment, Diane had to think about it - and Hobie wondered if she ever questioned it herself. Or if she just did what made her happy, and worried about any bridge when she came to it.

Diane shrugged a bit, stealing another chip as she thought, eyes lidded and voice quiet under the haze of alcohol.

"I dunno. You make me feel safe, I guess." She said, and maybe it was that simple. Because saying it felt right.

"I don't have to worry - about you laughing at me, or judging me, slutshaming me. You don't think I'm stupid, or annoying. I mean, you let me wear this outfit, you made me feel good about it. So I trust you."

Because she could tell he cared too.

Hobie grinned, leaning forward to brush his nose against hers, their own form of kiss. "And that's enough for you to treat me as good as you do?"

"I mean, we met when I was shitfaced drunk." Diane said, well aware she was probably shitfaced right now. "In a club, basically throwing myself at you - and you somehow got me home and into bed." And she snickered at the memory alone. "You even put my bonnet on me."

"You were there the first time I saw the Sun. Or a sunset. I guess I feel like if you're there, it'll be okay. Or like, super far out - groovy, psychedelic, absolutely dynamite!"

She laughed. "Like tonight. Thanks for tonight, Hobie."

"Anything for you, Dutchess." he told her.

"Look at you, treating me like Queen Eliza." "Elizabeth." "Does it matter?"

Did it matter what they were?

"Not at all."

Because they were enough.

_-_-_-_-_-_

"Are you actually going to eat the pea sludge?" "What, is that a crime, your highness?" "No, but it should be."

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Hobie will keep Diane ignorant about British culture, if it's the last thing he does. He finds it really, really funny.

And that's the story of how Diane got her punk jacket, why Hobie calls her 'Dutchess', and why they stick with each other through everything. UUHHHH N-E-WAY I think this might be like my first DiscoPunk fic holymotherof!!!!! I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM. Let your OCs be loved. If you read this far thank you so much! It genuinely means a lot, so thank you for your time! In an act of gratitude here is Hobie

(thats them im gonna go cry)

[wildglitch]

A long Side tangent for the WIZ!Spidey x DCU AU

A longish post on what I think happened to the other dimension travelers. This is gonna be semi canon with the other heros! Timeline I sometimes mention. This means some of what I say is canon, some might be subject to change, while others I have decided to write total bs for.

And YK what the best part is? You get to figure out which one is which :D

Since this is gonna be focusing on a lot of other characters that aren't Peter, this is gonna be a bit longer so the characters can get at least one paragraph to them.

This is mostly gonna be off the top of my head since I only know what happens to Loki, T'challa and Bruce. The others I'm gonna figure out as we go, so we are doing this together

Anyways- let's start.

-Ok so lets break this into sections

Main canon: the one every post is talking about unless I say otherwise. Yk, the main au

Other Heros: the au where I add characters that didn't show up in the show, but canonically they do exist in the main MCU timeline so theoretically they could also survive. Yk, the Daredevil au I wrote a bit about where everyone dies, this is if they live

Absolut BS: Is there gonna be bs in the other sections? Yes. Is there gonna be anything serious in this one? Absolutely not. This is for those sweet non canon MCU characters. I try to stick to canon as much as possible, but sometimes I get an idea so good I wanna add it, but refuses cause I gotta lay in the bed I made for myself (it's fine lol). This is for stuff we know aren't canon or are very heavily implied not to be in the MCU. Yk, for funsies, (and cause team red is missing its degenerate, yes Im weak Im sorry! Deadpool you still aint canon to this until your movie comes out! You too Logan!)

With those out of the way, lets start of with the

Main Canon

-So, starting off simple are the people on the ship. T'achalla in my opinion, looking at the movies, is weaker than Peter. And since Peter dies in most of his crashes if there is no interference, the answer is clear to see. After all, the black guy always dies first :^

...MOVING ON-

No, uhh, to not just leave it like that cause, yes, it's sad- I like to think that if he dies then his ancestors and powers let him transcend a bit to the point of minor godhood. Meaning that if there were ever a godly meeting the avatars had to attend to, Peter would be in for a big surprise

-Scott, wtf happened to you bro-

He survives due to the fact he had the cloak of levitation, he has no clue what happened and due to his lower weight, gets blown away by the wind, never to be seen again. So sad

...anyways he ended up in a box-

No clue how he got there. He just knows that one minute he was disoriented as hell in the sky, the next he's stuck in some crate in some magic labyrinth with no hope of rescue. Long story short, he's stuck there for many, many months.

Scott: How Am I Still Alive!?

-Bruce is the Hulk when he gets chucked into the DCU, he's also at an old abandoned military base...why are there people here?

Ya so, apparently the abandoned base he was Hulking out at against a bunch of Zombies, wasn't so abandoned in the DCU. In Fact it's one of, if not the most top secret base there is in the U.S military. So imagine with me, this X foot tall green beast appears out of nowhere and is in some sort of rampage at this super secure military base. You're welcome, I just put Bruce on the Villains list. I can see a few JL members or maybe some YJ kids showing up and dealing with him. And since we know that Hulk is sentient enough to make friends and enemies, Hulk is sent to some top of the line prison while Bruce is unconscious in the back seat. The JL try to interrogate him, but they only get vage half formed sentences about being weak (not a good look) people (Valkyrie, his best bro, is very much missed) and a mission (protect spider...Batman filed that one away for later)

-Bucky...Ha! No

I've proven to myself that I like his character enough to make him important to Peter's Character and the Plot (since when is there plot-) so Ima save him for another post.

-Thor (+Rocket and Groot)

These 3 didn't get split up, Surprisingly. They end up traveling through Africa (yes, the whole thing) trying to find their way back. Thor in his depressive state, keeps fighting and trying to find a way to his brother, since he could tell that whatever happened to them, it happened because of Loki.

Rocket and Groot are just there, since they're aliens who have never been to Earth before, they are just treating it like that. Though they do know something happened and they aren't really in the same place as before, they aren't struggling as much as the Earth natives. Thor is also having an easier time, but he keeps forgetting he isn't well known here. It's actually a bit refreshing.

Think of it like a road trip DnD adventure as they travel through Africa then Europe then Asia, trying to find his brother but having no clue where to go. Saving people and gaining a sort of reputation as “That nice aussie that saves people'' alongside “The raccoon and Groot” (Everyone loves Groot)

Rocket Is a good dad and is just there protecting Groot and scamming people. And Groot discovers the internet. They continue to save people because that's what they did with their family, so they will continue to do that even if they can tell it's just the two of them again.

-Loki, my God…you sneaky shit-

When I tell you, Loki dropped in the middle of a league meeting. Im telling you, he dropped in the MIDDLE OF A LEAGUE MEETING! JL Light, JL Dark, YJ, the Titans, literally everyone was there! Why? 1. The league has a yearly meeting where they try to get every superhero team and hero esc people in the room so they can touch base. 2. Loki's magic…scared the hell out of them. The meeting was really soon and all of a sudden they get a really strong magic signature tearing reality apart? Yeah, they are gonna move the meeting up by a week to see what the heck is going on. Only for this British fuck to drop onto the table just ozzing out the energy they where Looking for. Yeah, you can bet all hell broke loose. 

Loki gets locked in a cell on the tower as they try to figure out who he is, but they have absolutely no experience with his realitys magic so they can't get anything off of him. Some of the more godly inclined (Captain Marvel) can tell that he's a god from another universe, but comes to the conclusion that it's best to just let things play out. 

Loki:...

CM:...

Loki: you’re quite the interesting child

CM: nOPE! You’re on your own. Good luck with that.

The hero's try interrogating him, trying to find out what he wants, and Loki is just like “nuh uh” and is just enjoying his time in his cell like the chaos god he is. Obviously he's playing all of them and getting info off of every single one of them, figuring out slowly where the other people could be and sending Peter to investigate the leads. Could he escape? Absolutely, he has walked to the kitchen more times than he cares to mention. Will he leave? No, he is in the most strategically useful place at the moment so he will stay there screwing with Batman until the League get bored of interrogating him. There are moments where they think he means no harm, and while that is true, it also means they might kick him from the tower, and he can't have that. Besides, scaring the Flash in front of everyone to keep his danger status is just so much fun.

And that everyone that should be in the Main Canon, onto

Canon Divergents: Other Heros.

Ok, so I like to think, personally, that everyone on this list died a horrible gruesome death before the episode started. But I can tell that some people like to keep them alive, and what is this if not just us having fun right? So this is a little “what if '' of the “what if ''. I don't know why they weren't in the episode, maybe they left, maybe they thought they were dead, maybe they were on another mission, who knows, you choose. But like I said, this is for fun so I’ll let you lil’ brains figure it out.

Lets start of with

-Kamala Khan. Ok so with this, Ima play with the timeline again. We never get confirmation if she blipped or not, but I don't think so(correct me if I'm wrong). So looking at her age I’d say she's around 16? In the year 2024 (holy shit thats this year-) so in 2018 when the blip/ the episode happened she would have been 10-11

You see my vision? Little 10 year old Kamala was possibly one of the youngest kids of the group, so her getting chucked into the DCU can only land her in one place. Foster care. You can make the argument that months of zombies made her jaded and able to survive the apocalypse and thus the streets considering I gave her the bangles. But I honestly think she was found right away and protected by everyone because of her age no matter the fact she has the bangle. She’s so small, it doesn't even fit her right. I think she's still a sweet, excitable little girl that is traumatized, but spent most of her time at the base being protected and cheering the others up.

 So, her being this excitable and happy gets placed into many foster homes. But she also has trauma and issues so the family realizing she's not an “easy” kid sends her back, moving her around a lot. I can totally see Peter actually finding her but the only thing keeping him from getting to her is the constant address changes and his lack of funds. 

-Darcy Lewis is truly in her 2 broke girls era as she takes the Identity of “Max” and starts working at a shitty Cafe.

-Moon Knight system

Remember how I said that only Jake was present for the Zombie Apocalypse? Well-

M: 8 MONTHS!?

S: Where are we!

M: 8 months!

S: What happened?

M: 8. Months.

S: Why weren't we here! Wait as second we- who are you 2?!

M: 8. Months…

S: Ahhhhhhhhh

J: *end me now* ( o_o)

Ya so instead of them trying to find the others, the 3 of them are actually trying to learn how to live with each other. The multiple Identities and accents are throwing Peter off

-Barton children

Ok Ima rapid fire this

Lila: somehow ends up with the arrows and being her fathers daughter, shows them up. Artimist likes her a lot

Cooper: He ends up in (you decide) city, and being his mothers son, starts doing some spy shit trying to find the others.

Nathen: lil’ baby somehow showed up at the Kents farm instead of his, and they sort of just …*adopt*. He's good friends with Jon.

Bonus points: Pizza dog is found as a Puppy by the kid and adopted as “emotional support” and “I must protect this poor dog, he doesn't have an eye for pete's sake!”

(These can not all happen, you gotta pick one kid for your hc cause I refuse to let all of the kids live no matter the au. The angst potential is the best part people)

-Last but not least Matt

He was found by a Church, the church sent him to the hospital, the hospital called him insane and sent by a psych ward, the psych ward said nope and sent him to arkham. He's pissed about it but like the reasonable guy he is, understands. Lots of the guys in there call him a “wanna be batman”.

He has no clue who that is but he is deeply offended.

I can totally see Peter finding him within a few days of looking and just going to visit him under the guise that he's his son. 

Peter:...

Matt: …

Peter: *glare*

Matt: soooo, how have you been?

Peter: I Thought You Were Dead!

Peter cant get Matt out cause Matt keeps beating the other rouges up. Peter is so done with his shit and Matt regrets nothing. That 2 face piece of shit had it coming.

Bonus point for the Batfam finding out Peter’s “Father” is in arkham. Just Bruce and Matt having the most awkward silent meeting. Neither talk for like 15 minutes at first. It's glorious.

+Miles morales. Oh you thought I was done? Tf I am! He's canon to the MCU so I’m rolling with it. Timeline wise, I’d say he's about 6-8 years old give or take. He can either A: get the spider powers and survives just like Peter until they find him, and Peter taking him under his wing, or B: im being the only person Peter could save because…idk, maybe he was having a confrontation with Aaron at his apartment and it turns out Miles was there cause he wanted to go trick or treating with him and is wearing a spiderman custom, awww, and kinda awkward for the two (mostly Aaron). Zombies come in, and Aaron sends Miles with Peter because yk, good Uncle. Yeah that works-

Miles' face is planted right in the center of brooklyn and like the good boy he is, waits for someone he knows to find him, (if lost, wait at the spot you are until they find you). He tells people his guardian is Peter Parker, but since Peter is going under a different allies, they can't find him. But Miles is determined and decides that he needs to stay In Queens so that Peter can find him, he knows he will.

And that wraps up that part which leads us to

Total Bull Shit

Yep, this is for those sweet non MCU canon characters. (No other fandom ones though, I haven't fallen that far from grace) (with this au at leasts)

These are just for the sillies and won't be canon unless they somehow become canon to the MCU (*stares intensely at Deadpool and Wolverine* sooooon)

-Wade Wilson

We all have seen the trailers ok, I see him, he's coming, we have all waited for this. And not only is he coming to the MCU but his reasoning works really well with this fic. He's crossing dimensions to fix the timeline and shit and he somehow gets chucked into this storyline as he's doing it. With his awesome fourth wall breaks, I can just see him showing up in Gotham for a bit, causing shit, and breaking Matt out of Arkham because he wants to do the Team Red thing. I can totally see him being super excited about meeting his first spidey lol. And Peter and Matt are just in a constant state of “wtf” as they deal with this guy that is apparently from the same multiverse and Universe(?) as them. Also, apparently it shouldn't even be possible for them to be in this universe, so that's fun

They warm up to each other and end up having a bit of fun I swear. He wont stay for long cause I can see this as being like a quick side plot in both the AU and the movie as he tries to get back to whatever he's doing.

-Logan. He's there for like a Minute, he gets there trying to get wade back to whatever they are doing, and ends up getting stuck too. Peter and Matt help them get back to whatever they were doing and when they offer a way back to their home, they say no for a number of reasons. Logan still ends up giving them a dimension hopping thing just in case.

-Andrew!Spidey from the main timeline NWH. Techincally hes canon, but hes also kinda owned by Sony so ima let this slide. Hes there for like just a minunte ok- he gets pulled into Deadpools And Wolverings Shit and decides “Fuck it, we ball” and helps the out. He sees little WIZ!Peter and thinks, “Holy shit, I just saw you!” and tells Peter about the weird shit he just went through with the other version of him and Peter is just amazed. Like “wow, a world where my friends are alive, a world where no Zombies came and destroyed the lives of the people I love. A world where I got to have more time with aunt May….must be nice”

Sorry-

Also- *has flashbacks to Andrew Garfield and Ryan Renolds kissing and the canonical list of people Deadpool is allowed to cheat with. ( o_o)

DP: heya hot stuff

A!S: No.

DP: yes

Wiz!P: Wtf is happening

DD: Look away kid

*Deadpool and Spidey comic dynamic of full display*

-Harry Osborn.

Peter: Hey Harry, who are those guys?

Harry: idk, my dad is working with these biochemists for a company from Russia. I think the name was some Greek monster? I don't really care. 

Peter: Oh ok, I'm gonna say hi to them

Harry: Sure, but be mindful of the creatures they’re working on

Peter: Got it!

Boom there’s your origin story. Peter just wanted to say hi to the nice looking Hydra agent and Harry let him.

Could we have him be hobgoblin alongside Peter when they are in gotham? Sure. Have it be like a nice spider that does no harm and his mean goblin bodyguard. Except it's the spider who can truly kick your ass. Also, just the absolut drama these 2 can have with each other is just *chefs kiss*

-Gwen Stacy

Just- just Gwen dude. Maybe she's from the DCU and they have a meet cute at a coffee shop. Maybe Peter Meets this super cute girl hiding out in a lab in the middle of the apocalypse. Maybe she's dead. Idk, idc, I love Gwen’s and Peter’s dynamic in TASM movies and I can see a traumatized dark humor version with these 2. Just give Peter his Girlfriend pls 

-Johnny Storm is one of Peter's best superhero friends in the comics. Spidey's first appearance is also in a FF comic, so it just feels right. Just integrate that into the story and you're golden. I can see them having inside jokes and stuff no one will ever get cause “you had to be there”.

-Nova, because I'm pulling from my experience with the 2012 show. No, I bring him in because I think it could add not only to Peter's character but also rockets and groots, considering they just heard the Xandar was destroyed, and all of a sudden they find this kid with an old bucket. They’re gonna get some feels, small as they might be.

Also, the ultimate 2012 team may have treated Peter like shite, but with better writing and stuff, these 2 could have been good friends. Sadly that doesn't really translate that well in the show imo.

Uhhhhh, anyone else for this monster of a post? No. Ok cool-

Idk when I'm gonna post the next part of the main lore stuff, but I'm gonna post this and some DC p.o.v's to flesh out some stuff. I might also post a bit of art and another fic in between the posts.

This is too long- have fun with this while I go pass out for a bit lol

[retracing-my-steps-again]

Spider-Man: Expiation Ch. 2 Notes

My author and story notes on Ch. 2 of my spidey-deku fic (fic linked below)

Spoilers for Ch. 2 below

Author Notes:

I swear this whole fic is not just explaining and backstory. It's just the set up/origin chapters that have so much of it. There's plenty of action and dialogue to come, my friends.

I have a whole additional thing I want to say about the quirkless allegory but might just make that a separate post? I'll still link it to the fic I just think I have too much to say about that to put it here.

I feel like every single time I've gone on social media for MHA I see takes I disagree with, usually involving Izuku and Katsuki. They're surprisingly massively misunderstood characters. At least, that seems to be the case to me. I don't spend a whole lot of time online anymore though, so maybe that's changed. I hope to do the canon characters justice in this, even though it's both canon divergent and a fanfic (obviously).

I hope people are able to trust this fic a bit on character development. Since this isn't the same as the canon, I can't develop anyone in the same way but I do my best to do it accurately and with respect to canon. I also add in lots of parallels which showed up surprisingly often as I was writing all this. Hopefully that will keep people on board if they feel I'm not doing a good job? They'll be like well this is nothing like Izuku... oh wait here's a parallel I guess he's sort of like Izuku. Idk haha

Also, I wrote out an additional scene for this chapter that was literally just the beginning of the manga from Izuku's POV. Specifically, the beginning parts where he's in class the day of the sludge villain attack. All his classmates want to be heroes, Katsuki wants to go to UA and is pissed Izuku wants to as well, and then the whole exploding Izuku's notebook and Katsuki being like perhaps a hard reset via a swan dive? I didn't include it because I was worried it would be too boring to simply repeat a whole scene from the canon. I don't really do that anywhere else in the fic, I just considered it here because it's one of the few scenes from the manga that occurs before the canon divergence of this fic. I feel like it's a good starting point for Izuku and Katsuki's characters as well, and it would help emphasize how bad their relationship was at the beginning.

I still might go back and add it in. Mainly because even though it's in the manga, it feels like people seem to misunderstand that whole scene more than most. People are welcome to their bad takes, but I just wanted to establish a baseline for this fic, which is best done with my own interpretation of Izuku's thoughts during that scene. Idk I can't decide what to do about it. I feel like not including it and including it could both cause problems in different ways so idk we'll see

Also, no hate to the nickname "Kacchan" but I have to write it so many goddamn times in this fic and it sort of drove me insane. Actually, for the entire first draft I wrote Katsuki instead of Kacchan (unless Izuku was speaking to him of course) because I didn't want to type "Kacchan" that many times. However, it is technically Izuku's pov so I knew I needed to toughen up and just write Kacchan. I love the nickname in the context of the story and I think it's important for the sake of showing how Izuku views/wants Katsuki as a close friend throughout the years despite their issues. That being said... idk man. I'm gonna get hate for this for sure. Kacchan is Izuku's name for him and no one else uses that name in canon so even though it's his pov I'm like bro why tf am I calling him Kacchan? I don't know him like that. Blech idk how to say it but anyways I fixed it by now I just had to rant about it somewhere

Story Notes:

Funnily enough, out of every chapter I've written for this fic, this is one of the ones that makes me the most nervous for how I've written Katsuki's and Izuku's characters.

The difficulty with this fic is they've had this massive traumatic event right at the start. In this, the Izuku who is injured is all but exactly the same as the Izuku at the very start of the manga. He's had none of the development he gets from meeting and training with All Might. He's gained none of the confidence that he gets from training with his idol and getting a quirk and getting into UA (which might not seem like much at first glance ? but it actually seems to do a lot for him). In canon, Katsuki's character development mainly begins when he gets to UA, which he also has not yet done in this fic by this point.

So while I don't think I've written them incorrectly necessarily, they did feel somewhat OOC sometimes when writing because there's not really a canon reference at this point in time in any capacity. It's completely unique in a lot of ways. I could probably write a whole essay on why, but I won't bore with the details. I don't think they're actually OOC to the best of my ability, but I worry they come across that way. Largely because they probably seem really different from canon. So I worry that I'm starting off the fic and them acting strange might put people off. Hopefully, people stick it out and can see where I'm coming from both during the chapter and as time goes on. Also I tried to drive home how extreme the situation is, so hopefully people can at least give any uncharacteristic actions the benefit of the doubt for now.

I did a lot of revisions for the "apology" at the end. Again, there's no close reference in canon for something like this so I got stressed about it lol. Katsuki's apology in canon comes after a lot of development and is driven by very different motivations and understandings than this Katsuki. My references are my understanding of his character and comparisons to irl life experiences both for myself and others I know so idk I tried my best.

I've been writing this fic for a really long time so sometimes I forget how dark and dismal the very beginning is. Izuku has a rough time, and there's the beginnings of his mental struggles in this. I'll talk about it some more when I post about the quirkless allegory.

Honestly, as much as these first two chapters are a lot of explaining, they are pretty important setup for everything else. Because this fic is already so goddamn long I try not to include anything unless it has a specific purpose for the story

I had more thoughts but my laptop is trying to end itself so perhaps I will add more later if I remember to :)

[2-many-ideas-help]

happy (late) valentines day @rotinthehead! I was using @throwaway2277 as a way to stay anon but still contact you. sorry it took so long lol cosmic horror is harder to write than i thought

@mcyt-valentines

ft: enderman biology headcanons, joan jett, Spidey Senses, grackles being little shits, me nerding about stars, and more!

“I’M SORRY?”

“Tubbo keep it down!”

Ranboo quickly shushed their companion. They could already feel the Eyes on their back as the other tourists turned to glare at the two hybrids, causing the fur on their neck to stand up. Wonderful. The tour guide continued prattling on about the history of the quarry the group was touring. Something about a major project they were commissioned to provide the marble for? It was honestly rather boring.

“Come on Ran,” hissed Tubbo, “You’ve never seen the Milky Way?”

“I mean, I’ve seen the things they show us in school?”

“THAT DOESN’T COUNT!”

Of course, there was a reason Ranboo had never seen the Milky Way, or really any stars, in person. They grew up in the city. The constant light pollution meant that they couldn’t really see anything in the sky. The most they had ever seen was Orion, and they only ever saw him when they visited their cousins in the suburbs. Tubbo, on the other hand, grew up in the middle of nowhere. He got the pretty skies every night, and apparently considered it a federal crime for someone to have never experienced said pretty skies.

“Okay. Change of plans. We need to find a dark sky area.”

“I- wait what? Tubbo? We didn’t bring any camping supplies?”

“Irrelevant.”

“TUBBO?”

—

As soon as the tour ended, Tubbo hauled Ranboo out of the gift shop and back towards the car. He half-shoved, half-threw the incredibly discombobulated ender hybrid into the passenger’s seat, before racing around the car to get behind the wheel, staring intently at his phone all the while.

“Alright, the nearest full-dark sky area is about 2 day’s drive southwest on Route 66.”

Ranboo blinked. Tubbo, do you really think this is a good idea? We’re kinda… messing up our travel plans completely.”

“It’ll be fiiiine,” laughed the goat hybrid, “We didn’t have any reservations anyways. Hang on, lemme call Tom and let him know about the change of plans.” He tapped at his phone screen, causing a ringtone to, well, ring out through the van. After a couple seconds, the boisterous avian picked up, and soon the van was full of laughter.

Ranboo watched Tubbo cackle at something Tommy had said. The ender hybrid grinned slightly, before stiffening up like they’d been shocked. Someone, or something, was Watching them. They whipped their head towards the window, glancing around the parking lot. Tubbo cut himself off in the middle of a sentence. “Ran? You okay?”

The feeling disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared. “…Yeah.”

Their friend looked utterly unconvinced. “If you say so…”

—

The old van raced along the road that cut through vast cornfields. Music blared through the radio, Ranboo and Tubbo singing along, albeit horribly off key.

“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY REPUTATION baw na naw na na naw na naw na na LIVIN IN THE PAST IT’S A NEW GENERATION baw na naw na na naw na naw na na I’M GONNA DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO AND THAT’S WHAT I’M GONNA DO AND I DON’T GIVE A-“

“No no no those aren’t the lyrics Ran! It’s ‘A girl can do what she wants to do’, not ‘I’m gonna do what you wanna do’!”

“I don’t care bathtub boy, let me sing Joan Jett damn it!”

“BATHTUB BOY??”

“Yes. Bathtub b-“ There it was again, that same feeling from earlier. It felt like someone was Watching them. Someone they didn’t know.

“…You okay?”

“Tubbo? Stop the car.”

He stared at them blankly, but tires screeched as he pulled the van over anyways. “What’s going on Ran?”

“Someone was Watching us.”

“ExCUSE ME?”

Ranboo didn’t answer. They ducked out of the van and stalked towards the fence separating the roadside from the corn, the grass bending under their claws. Tubbo’s hooves clattered against the asphalt as he hopped onto the road and jogged over to the taller hybrid. “Ranboo, what the FUCK do you mean someone was Watching us?”

“Exactly what I said. Something was setting off the Enderman Spidey Sense, and it wasn’t you.

Tubbo paled. He immediately darted over to the fence, hopping it easily.

“I- TUBBO? That’s PRIVATE PROPERTY??”

The goat hybrid turned to look at his friend. “Yeah. And?”

“And- TUBBO WE’RE GONNA GET IN TROUBLE!”

“Not if we don’t get caught.”

Now, it was Ranboo’s turn to stare blankly.

Tubbo sighed. “Look, you wanna figure out what’s setting off the spidey senses or not?”

Silently, Ranboo joined their companion on the other side of the fence.

—

In the end, the duo found a grand total of 27 mourning doves, around 20 cowbirds, and no less than 300 grackles (all of which attacked them on sight), but absolutely nobody that could have been Watching them. It was eerily peaceful.

—

This pattern continued through the next few days. Ranboo’s “Spidey Senses” would go off in the middle of nowhere, they’d pull over, do a sweep of the area, and find absolutely nothing. The worst parts, though, were the nights. If even a little bit if the sky was visible, Ranboo would be entirely unable to sleep due to the constant feeling of being Watched. About 2 and a half days passed before Tubbo pulled them offroad into a little clearing. They had arrived.

—

As night fell, Tubbo hoisted a very disgruntled and blindfolded Ranboo onto the roof of the van.

“Really Tubbo, I don’t see why this is necessary.” “It’ll give the best impact Ran. You can take it off now by the way.”

The grumble building in their chest died as they lifted the blindfold off and looked up at the sky. It was beautiful. Stars were scattered across the massive expanse like paint splatters on a canvas. Purple nebulae accented the multi-colored dots. The crown jewel, however, was the full moon, glimmering high in the sky.

Tubbo started pointing at specific constellations, telling their stories. “That one’s Cassiopeia, classic victim of hubris. Earned Poseidon’s ire by saying her daughter was more beautiful than the Sea Nymphs. Got cast into the stars for that.”

Ranboo already knew most of the stories Tubbo was telling, having been the recipient of multiple Technoblade Infodumps, but they just let their companion ramble.

They sat there for what felt like hours, so engrossed by the stars and their stories that they didn’t immediately notice that the forest had gone dead silent. Once they did notice, however, they did their best to fill that silence with forced jokes and barely hidden dread. Ranboo was in the middle of a story both had heard a million times when it happened.

The sky.

Went.

Dark.

Just blinked out of existence, throwing everything into chaos. Tubbo immediately fumbled for his phone, but Ranboo sat ram-rod still, filling with dread. The feeling was back in full force. They were puffed up like an angry cat, in a way that would have been rather funny if it weren’t for the circumstances.

“Tubbo,” they whispered, “get in the car and get moving. Now.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice! Come on!” Tubbo’s shout seemed to be smothered by the void. The darkness was oppressive. Even Tubbo’s phone flashlight seemed to be swallowed into blackness.

Ranboo nearly face planted trying to get off the van’s roof. They leapt into the car as soon as they righted themself, and no sooner had they closed the door, they were off, racing down the road with high beams on and both hybrids holding on for dear life. Their flight was cut short when Ranboo noticed a speck of light growing much larger as it fell towards Earth.

It hit the ground hard, but left no crater. As the… thing unfolded itself from its landing spot, the only things in the duo’s minds were 1. Oh that’s really big, and 2. RUNRUNRUNRUN. Their minds were screaming at them to RUNMOVE do ANYTHING to get away, but they were frozen in place. Their panic spiked horribly when it lowered its head(?) to peer at them through the van window. The feeling of being Watched peaked, Ranboo’s panic was at a fever pitch and THEN…

The Thing… Spoke to them. No, not Spoke, not exactly. Its Voice rang out in their heads, loud, incomprehensible through layers of static and whispers, but still perfectly clear.

NO. YOU ARE NOT THE ONES I WAS SEARCHING FOR.

With that ominous message, the Thing vanished. Just blinked out of existence, much like the sky had earlier. Speaking of the sky, one peek out the window revealed everything was back to normal. It was like nothing ever happened, like the sky hadn’t just vanished, like their perceptions of reality hadn’t just been flipped on their heads. Ranboo’s voice broke the shocked silence with a perfect encapsulation of the duo’s thoughts.

“What the FUCK just happened?”

[erin-rosita]

RISK IT ALL

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

CHAPTER 2 EVERYBODY!

2 MIGUEL O'HARA

You woke up this morning feeling so heavy on your eye. Feels like the whole multiverse is about to unravel straight out of it. 

But then your spidey sense kicked in.

Flashes of the Spiderman trying to get into your universe creeped up in your mind. You need to be ready.

She can pinpoint the exact location where they'll be coming from, should she confront them head on? or should she ambush them?

She's in good terms with the police so backup should be good, but she don't want to cause panic, arrggh, why is she overthinking this?

Okay, stay calm, The best thing to do now is to keep her composure and handle this as calm as possible, don't panic, if she panics, so will the city. 

"Found a loophole.", Lyla confirms.

"Get a squad ready for backup in case things get messy. I'm going in."

Miguel has seen everything for all he knows,  so this should be easy.

As he enters the portal,

"No anomalies on sight, we'll just do a quick scan of the spiderman in the vicinity and invite them to the society and call it a day, now where is that spide-.."

She stood right in front of the portal, confronting, her one eye stern, unmasked, but stood tall. 

"Who are you and why are you here?", she says with confidence.

"I'm Miguel O'Hara, Spiderman of Earth 928B, I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse, and I'm here to recruit you."

He unmasks himself. Probably to give her some assurance that he's not a bad guy because of his good looks, not gonna lie he is pretty, but he still has that menacing look.

She raises a brow, "Yeah I'm going to need a lot more information than that buddy." She crosses her arms towards her chest.

 "You can have all the information you need if you come with me." Miguel says impatiently.

 

"Hey I'm the one asking questions here! You're the one that snuck in MY universe!"

"Oh yeah? Well why are you hiding it in the first place? Because if you didn't then we wouldn't be having this conversation, instead you would've just joined and helped us plenty with the multiverse in crisis!"

"Oh it's hidden for a good reason, to rid my universe off of all this multiverse nonsense, and my world is doing just fine until an anomaly killed my dad!"

The silence was deafening from that very second.

Miguel was caught off guard. You stood your ground, yet he sees your eye filled with anguish. 

You broke the silence,

"Peter says its a canon event, and I know plenty about it. I'm not going stand by and watch anymore people get hurt by this.", You followed.

"And that's why we are here, to make sure that these anomalies go back to where they came from, and stop them from wandering to the wrong universe. We can't do that without your help.", Miguel replied.

You weren't aware at all that Miguel was holding you close on your shoulders to avoid yourself from falling onto your knees of how much it hurt for you to unravel just like that towards a man you just met. 

"How bad is it? The crisis?"

"A kid is attempting to break a canon event, and created a powerful entity that wants to destroy the kid's universe and potentially every other universe. Want me to keep going?"

"That bad huh, hope I'm not too late."

"We could use all the help we can get."

You sigh."Let's do it."

"Good."

Into the Spiderverse you go.

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Late update, sorry. But here it is! Should I add some illustrations too? What do you think?

[ben-talks-art]

My Favorite versions of Peter Parker

Spider-Man has been adapted a lot in the media over the years. Japanese Tv shows, movies, games, animated series, and so on.

It's hard to settle what would exactly be the "ideal" version of Peter Parker since every writer who tries to handle him offers their own spin on what Spider-Man should represent and why he's such a good character.

I myself wouldn't say that I have a definitive Peter Parker, but I do have several versions of the dude which I gravitate towards the most. Be it because they capture the sense of tragedy, the sense of getting up after being knocked down, the sense of friendliness, or even just the sense of humor that appeal to me so much, so I felt it would be fun to talk a little about my favorite versions of him and why I enjoy them so much!

So let's do exactly that...

Ultimate Spider-Man

I'll admit I never read much of the comics of the classic 616 Spider-Man, but I did read the entire run of Ultimate Spider-Man by Brian Bendis, and I honestly really liked it.

This Peter is what I would describe as the "Puberty Spider-Man." This is a Spidey that represents what's like to be a teen trying to be a hero and slowly learning how the real world works and... how much a lot of it sucks.

It's a Spider-Man that's being challenged into continuing being a hero even though he's constantly getting disappointed by the adult world around him. Doesn't matter if it's villains, heroes, allies, teachers, or his own boss, this is a Peter who keeps being exposed to how selfish and self-centered people can be, how ready they are to use or throw away others to fulfill their goals, and how now that he turned himself into someone important, he needs to decide who will he allow to use him or if he will allow it at all.

It's kinda depressing cause you see this young boy just going into this hero thing and being all "I'm gonna save people!" and then learning that it's a lot more complicated than that.

But that just makes it all the more impressive that he does keep going and doing the right thing, even with the bureaucracy of the adult world trying to swallow his motivation.

He's the Peter that was forced to grow up, but still managed to grow up as a good person who knows how to do the right thing, despite how hard the world around him tried to convince him otherwise.

Peter B. Parker

This is the "Almost lost cause Spider-Man." One of the great themes around Spider-Man is that he never gives up, never quits, never stops doing what's right, but in this case we have a Peter that almost, ALMOST indeed gave up.

Due to a series of unfortunate circumstances, this Peter ended up reaching his lowest point after losing nearly everything he cared about and feeling like there was no reason to keep going. And yet, despite everything that happened to him and having all the reason to give up and let go of the mask, he still managed to bounce back.

All because he ended up meeting a little boy that needed a hero, and thanks to that little boy he managed to find in himself the will to be that hero once again resulting in not only helping him, but the boy helping Peter as well.

And now, because he decided to try one last time and take the risk with one last "leap of faith" this Peter managed to find happiness once again.

He is a guy that managed to get up after reaching his lowest point, and not only managed to bounce back but went even further and achieved a happy life with the family he never knew he wanted and needed after being inspired by a confused boy who was also just trying his best to find his place in the world.

This Peter shows how healing helping others can be, and why even when there are times you think nothing else matters there will always be something that matters.

He shows that you're never too old to learn or too lost to find yourself.

Insomniac Peter

This is the "Friendly Spider-Man." The best way I can describe this Peter is that he's incredibly wholesome and kind.

He's the dude that actually tries to chat with the people of the city and make them see that he's just a guy no different than any of them, a very humble dude, the kind you want to hang out with because you know you two would get along super well.

You can even see in his type of humor like when he's fighting Vulture and Electro and making jokes about Rocky and getting excited that one of them got it. Or in the DLC where he tries to get a high-five from Silver Sable. This is a Spidey that wants to get along with the people around him.

He's not just a hero that punches bad guys, he wants to actually help them out. It's the one that comes to my mind when I think of "Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

This is the kind of dude you want living in your city, cause you know you can count on him when you have a problem, and this is exactly what a superhero should do, make you feel like you're safe and in good hands.

Amazing Spider-Man

This is the "Struggling Spider-Man."

He's the one that you feel sorry for because everything that could possibly go wrong with this guy always go wrong, and yes, being miserable is a thing that happens to every version of Peter Parker... But something about the way this Peter responds to it really works for me.

It's the fact that you can tell he's trying to keep his problems inside while still doing the job that needs to be done. He's not pretending his struggles don't exist or letting them completely take over him, he's just trying his best to keep going since he knows Spider-Man is needed, even if life may not be so kind to him.

Each live-action Spider-Man handles how they react to their struggles in their own way. With Tobey you can really feel how it destroys him inside sometimes and with Tom it feels like he hasn't even processed the severity of what happened until it happens.

Andrew's Spidey feels like he's trying his best to stay optimistic, stay on the right path, keep fighting the good fight, despite the fact that inside he might be carrying a lot of pain.

He's a Spider-Man that I really respect because he captures the harshness of facing these struggles but also the strength to face them and keep going.

Spectacular Spider-Man

This is my favorite version of Spider-Man. Is it perfect? No. Does it capture the essence of what makes Peter Parker Peter Parker? Who knows. But when I think of Spider-Man, this is the first image that comes to my mind.

He's the "born leader Spider-Man." The kind of guy that will jump into battle with 5 different plans already formed in his head, and if they all fail he'll just come up with another 20 more because he knows he has a job to do and people to save.

This Spidey is the embodiment of confidence. Anytime he sees someone in danger he instantly goes into "have a job to do" mode and starts formulating how to best deal with the situation while making full use of all of his skills and gadgets while also taking full advantage of the environment and even his own opponents as he learns about them.

He always feel like he's in control of the situation, and even when he fails he's quick to adapt to the situation and try the next thing. He doesn't just dwell on his mistakes, he accepts them, learns, and moves on like an adult.

I love this Spidey because he at times feels like the ideal version of what a mature Peter would look like. You sense no hesitation or fear when you look at him, you just feel that if you're in trouble and he shows up you're gonna be okay because this guy always gives 200% to get the job done.

Even though this is one of the "jokiest" Spider-Mans, you still know he is taking his job of saving people completely serious. If he falls, he just gets up. If a plan fails, he thinks of another one. If the enemy is strong, then he just starts acting smarter. He always has his head in the game and always sure that he has what he needs to save the day.

And I think that's it. Confidence, friendliness, growth, persistence, hope, strength, humor, intelligence, kindness, there are a lot of things to like about Spider-man and a lot of ways to adapt this character into the media while focusing on his several qualities.

These were the ones that stood out the most to me and these are the qualities about them that made them stand out so much.

I know Spider-Man might be going through some rough times right now in the comics, but I still love the character, still think he means a lot to me, and still hope to see more of what makes him so great in the future as well!

[thattimdrakeguy]

Glad to see you excited for some comic, and more glad to see your blog back with color and an icon (I particulary always loved that header you had with Tim in a flying pony), keep going buddy always seeing your blog.

Thank you! I always like getting notifications and seeing your name, because I always enjoyed you

Lately I just been loving Marvel comics. I been reading nearly every single current ongoing in Marvel. Except the X-Men stuff, because those runs been going on longer than the rest, and I don't know how far back I'd need to read to understand them. But once I get the patience I'm gonna go in and read those too.

Sadly Amazing Spider-Man is...the opposite of good 'cause Spidey is my favorite, but I am enjoying the ongoing just called "Spider-Man" and Miles' Spider-Man run is currently really fun. So I still get my Spider fix.

So far only other runs I haven't enjoyed are Guardians of the Galaxy 'cause it's doing a mystery box storyline I simply don't care about, and I think it feels clunky. And Black Panther, not because I think it's bad, but because a lot of it relies on you knowing what happened in the last run, and I never read it, so I'm really lost. Which sucks, 'cause I think Black Panther is super cool. I'm still gonna keep up with it though to see if I can make sense out of it enough. He's not king anymore. I know that much.

Best though, is Fantastic Four. It's such a good comic. It's written so smoothly, and full of depth, while still mostly being light hearted, it's literally best described as fantastic. It blew me away.

They're not all equal, but they're all fun...besides Amazing Spider-Man which has recently just gotten very depressing. The opposite of fun.

Much better than DC, where I felt like I couldn't read any comic because it kept getting stuff wrong, and/or only cared about ripping off fandom stuff...that should've remained fandom stuff.

Can't believe Normie Osborn so far has a way better series than Tim Drake has for what feels like a long long time (Probably 'cause it has been a long long time). Red Goblin has a focus on Normie, and uses history to back up what he should be like. Whereas Tim's was just...the feeling of a total fan fiction that couldn't remain loyal to characterization, besides the most generalized stuff. Leaving it boring. And left characters like Bernard's unrecognizable to who they are.

Latest series I been digging into is Carnage, since I've always loved him, and it starring a villain is pretty different. It's intriguing, unique, surprisingly...somewhat adventurous? I'm not all the way through it. But I wanna catch up soon to see if I can understand this current Carnage related crossover event better. It lives up to it's name "Carnage", I've been surprised at the amount of violence in it. It does not hold back.

Basically, besides a few things, I really been loving Marvel. It's more at home for me.

(Also I lost that header lmao It's just gone)

[aceofhearts25]

🖤❤️ Touchy, Touchy (Deadpool x Spider-Person Reader) ❤️🖤 Deadpool and Spider-Man/Spidersona👇

Ayy, peeps, time for some fun shit of one of my favorite ships: Spideypool! Basically the dynamic of the regular Spideypool ship. Reader is gender neutral, so y’all can ship yourselves with Deadpool or if you want, y’all can imagine it being regular Spideypool with Peter and Wade. No limitations fr. Summary: Deadpool is always touchy and clingy around you, and you always hate it, but what happens when maybe you need his touch? Warnings: Angst, some fluff, some sexual jokes, some violence, some swearing, (I mean, it’s Deadpool) “Ah, who gives a fuck, let’s fucking go already!” -Deadpool

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Swing, whoosh, thud. The vigilante landed on the edge of a rooftop, perched on it, peering out onto the city. Sigh. A boring night. No crime, painful silence, almost deafening, it felt off…

“Hey Spideyyy~” A voice said from behind. The ��spidey” in question instantly flinched as the voice was easily recognized. Deadpool. The Merc with a Mouth, the happy, insane chatterbox of violence and death that plagued the hero’s every breathing moment. Maybe deafening silence was better? Another sigh escaped the masked mouth of the spider-themed hero.

“Leave me alone.” The Spider said in a monotone voice. Deadpool walked from behind and gave the hero’s waist a big hug from behind, placing his masked head on the Spider’s shoulder.

“Aww, c’moooon, don’t be like thaaaat~” The merc said with a whiny voice. With a quick shove and push, Deadpool was no longer holding on to the hero.

“What the fuck do you want now, Wade? I’m not in a good mood.” The troubled hero said, as life had been going very wrong for the webslinger. Work, money, relationships, it seemed like the vigilante was in a low point. Recently, one of the hero’s closest mentors and acquaintances, Otto Octavius, had gone bad, and was now wandering about the city, causing disasters, with four giant, metal arms behind his back. The hero had been looking for him all week long. “Ooh, feisty today. I like that.” Deadpool exclaimed while leaning near to the webslinger. A disgusted frown appeared on the webbed mask. “I can make you feel all better, Spidey, just come to Deadpool!” The merc exclaimed, the eyes on his mask indicated that he was smiling as he stretched his arms out, inviting the hero for a hug. A frown was all he got in return. With a quick thwip, swoosh, the hero was gone. Deadpool sighed and slumped down. One day, he was gonna get’em. This was usually how their interactions went. Something similar had happened the day before, and two days before that, and etc. The merc would speak (and make endless sexual jokes), touch, hold, cuddle, and/or (attempt to) kiss the hero nonstop until the Spider eventually got fed up and either hit him, yelled at him, or left, in an attempt to keep him away, but it never worked. It sometimes even seemed like it motivated him even more. -

The next day, the hero was following leads on where Doc Ock could be hiding out. The vigilante snuck through the city from morning to afternoon, through abandoned buildings, hidden places, and more possible leads, picking up little clues and signs of Ock’s presence. As the Spider attempted to read an old, faded blueprint that was hanging off a wall in an abandoned warehouse, a pair of arms wrapped around the hero’s neck. On instinct, a big punch landed on the face of the person and the Spider turned around to face them. It was Deadpool. “Aaaaahahaow, right in Ryan Reynolds’s nose-” He muttered and whined, rubbing his nose aggressively. “Shit, sorr- what the fuck are you doing here?” The webslinger said with a frown, hands on hips. Deadpool halted his nose-rubbing. “Aww, did you just apologize to me, Spidey?” He said with an eager smile, placing an hand on his chest and acting flattered. Again, all he got in return was a silent frown. “I followed you, silly.” He said, booping the hero’s nose playfully. The frown remained prevalent. “Yeah, no shit. Why? I’m doing some serious stuff here. Your presence could ruin everything!” The Spider said, pointing aggressively at and on his chest. Deadpool just chuckled at the pokes and attitude of the Spider, which he found adorable, especially considering that he was taller and bigger. The frown on the hero’s mask got deeper. “Why? Well, cuz I like being around you, Webs. We’re like lovers, like Sonny and Cher. Also, I gotta have a lazy reason to be here for this fanfiction to work.” He said, while waving his hand around, looking somewhere else for a second. The webslinger frowned and shook off the confusion of Deadpool’s existence and his weird words. “Well, you know Sonny and Cher divorced, right?” The Spider said with a small smirk, arms crossed, voice sassy. Deadpool frowned and then smiled. “Okay, bad example… uh, we’re like Bonnie and Clyde!” The merc said, grabbing the Spider’s shoulders. Another frown. “Sure, man, I’m a murdering robber.” The ever-sassy hero said as the vigilante moved away from the excited chimichanga-lover’s grasp and started rummaging around the place. The echoing sounds of metal, wood, and the red and black chatterbox filled the warehouse. The superhero didn’t find much, but there were definitely hints of what Ock had been planning and doing. Deep thoughts were soon interrupted by an arm slinging itself around the neck of the hero. “…And that’s why I think that prostrate-assisted orgasms are the best.” The lewd mercenary finished his endless, uncomfortable speech that the Spider wasn’t even listening to. “Right… I’m done here, so g’bye.” The Spider said in a monotone voice and swung away, glancing back for one millisecond only to see Deadpool waving eagerly. With a sigh and a head shake, the hero headed off home, keeping the clues in mind. One thing was obvious, the arms were interfering with Octavius’ mental health somehow.

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Three days later. The Spider, now in civilian attire, wandered about the city, shopping for necessities and sighing when the prices were always a little too much than what the webslinger had in hand.

As the currently fairly normal-looking hero filled the fridge with required food and not required snacks, a huge thud erupted from outside, not too far away. And with a quick suit up, the hero followed the sounds of screams and metal moving about. It was Doctor Octopus. His menacing arms looked worse in the darkness of the night. They instantly began fighting, the vigilante trying to reason with the mentally unstable man. Ock got various hits in, almost annihilating the hero with a hard squeeze of his tentacles. The Spider dodged and backflipped away, landing on the edge of a building. “Listen to me Otto, this isn’t you- the arms-!” The hero pleaded, only to be cut off by a metal hit to the face, dropping the Spider to the ground. Something broke. After various flips, attempts to web up the maniacal Doctor, and many, many broken bones, the Spidey sense of the hero suddenly triggered. The vigilante’s head flicked around until the mask’s eyes landed on something and widened. A large, yellow, crane that had been weakened from the fight was shaking, about to fall… on Doc Ock. “DOCTOR OCTAVIUS, WATCH OUT-!!!” The hero yelled, voice harsh and raspy from the adrenaline. However, the Doctor did not react fast enough, and the crane landed, smashing his metal arms into something that resembled a crushed soda can, and leaving his body severely bloody, with many limbs no longer in their right places. The webslinger’s eyes had never been wider as the hero ran up to him and took him out from under the crane. He had no pulse. “SOMEBODY, HELP- GET AN AMBULANCE-” The hero yelled as loud as humanly possible. Ambulance sirens roared nearby as passersby were aware of what happened and had called for police and ambulance a while ago. The Spider watched from a rooftop as they carried Otto’s destroyed body to a hospital to attempt and save him. The webslinger swung off and sat at the edge of a rooftop, mask off, eyes wide in thought and crying involuntarily. The image of Otto’s distorted and destroyed limbs and bloody face and body burned into the superhero’s brain and it wasn’t going away. What could’ve been done differently? What could’ve been prevented? A close mentor and friend was dead, and it was all the presumed “hero’s” fault. Maybe Jameson was right? All those thoughts lingered on the broken hero’s head. “Spidey?” A voice asked from behind. The hero’s head flicked back, filled with blood, tears, and a new type of pain inside those crying eyes. Deadpool stood there awkwardly. For one, he liked how the hero’s face looked, this was his first time seeing it. But that didn’t matter right now. Second, he knew something was wrong, terribly wrong. He could feel it. His beloved Spidey was broken, and it was a look he’d seen all too many times, on himself mostly.

“You okay?” He wondered with a little head tilt and a small poke to the hero’s back, his voice wasn’t as loud as usual. The hero stood up, defenses down. The Spider wasn’t fighting back or frowning. Deadpool walked up to the webslinger and placed a hand on a suited shoulder awkwardly for some slight comfort, looking down at the saddened and maskless face that stood before him. He would offer a hug, but he knew how the vigilante felt about it. “He’s dead because of me, Wade.” The sad hero murmured, In this moment of vulnerability, of pain, of being so broken, the merc offered a hug, arms outstretched, expecting an all-too common rejection. Only this time, his eyes widened when the Spider walked over and fell on his large chest, in a weird, pained, almost touch-starved hug. Deadpool stiffened in shock, but then quickly returned the hug, holding on a little too tight. (Super strength.) He was so confused. Whatever happened must’ve hurt the hero badly. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love this. The Spider closed the eyes that were tear-filled in pain and just rested on Deadpool, head only reaching near his chest and neck. It seemed like the superhero’s pain was weirdly, slowly but surely lifting off. It was a weirdly comforting feeling. He was weirdly comforting. Deadpool felt the need to maybe offer the Spider a warm chimichanga after this. Maybe Deadpool wasn’t that bad after all. ‘C’mon, Mini Deadpool, not now!’

Aaaand, that was my first time posting a fanfiction anywhere, like ever. I only ever read them or wrote some for myself.

Tell me if it was good! (If it’s not imma be very sad cuz writing’s like a thing I do a lot, like a hobby, so it SHOULD be good) Tell me if you want more, idk. G’bye, I love y’all. 🫰

[dirtytransmasc]

I've been thinking about what it might have been like if blond Peter Parker didn't die, like, if he got to mentor Miles, cause screw canon, I do what I want. (context; everything else happens, Peter B, Gwen, Noir, Penni, Spider Ham still show up. Goober still breaks. Rush to shut down the collider, etc. all that still happens, Blond Peters still there though)

the thought first and foremost in my mind, is that while in a playful manner, he is very protective and almost possessive of miles, in the "this is my kid from my dimension, I'm his mentor, he's my responsibility, I've had him for five minutes, but so help me god, anything happens to him I'm killing everyone here and than myself, look at him wrong, I will fight you" type of way, all the while keeping a friendly smile on his face, even if its slightly unnerving.

teases Miles about Gwen and his little crush on her, while also not exactly playing match maker cause he knows they're gonna be separated shortly. its a bittersweet thing for him.

he praises Miles so so so often, like, whenever he does anything, cause he knows Miles is scared and a kid and he needs to know he's doing a good job.

tries to protect his childhood and innocence, not wanting him to feel like he has to take up the mantle of spiderman just yet. always telling Miles that he "always gets up" cause he doesn't want Miles to feel like he has the responsibility of replacing him on his shoulders. this comes up more and more as they set out to destroy the collider.

always has a hand on Miles, mostly on his shoulder, so he knows his kid's fine and his kid knows he's not alone. he also does the forehead stroke, where he rests his hand on Miles's head and strokes his thumb over the center of his forehead. also also, he rests his elbow on the kids head, I don't know why, I just know he's that type of guy.

they hug a lot, mostly in the moment, when neither of them are really thinking. he just pulls miles into his side and squeezes him, which Miles ends up turning into real hugs after a while.

does the worried dad "check over" every time they escape a conflict. always asking if he's ok or just staring at him, trying to make sure he's ok. basically, he's a big worry wart.

"kid/kiddo" and "punk" are go-to's

when Miles is anxious, he stands closer to him, only touching when Miles leans into him.

held Miles when his uncle died, not letting him go through it alone.

gives him the "leap of faith" talk, alongside many other pep talks, cause the guy is good at those, before the collider, and gets to watch from a distance as Miles comes into himself as a spider man.

tries to keep Miles from the collider anyway, cause the stakes are too high, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if anything happened to Miles.

isn't surprised when Miles shows up anyway.

still has a near-death experience, leaving Miles to be the one to take down Kingpin, send everyone home, and shut down the collider. He wants to give up, badly, he's tired, but Miles needs him, is begging him to get up, just this one last time, and then Miles would be spiderman. Miles has to half drag him out to the streets.

he'd bring him to his dad, cause he's a kid, and the one person he's been able to lean on in this shitshow is half dead, and he's scared, so he finds his dad and comes clean out of desperation, begging him for help.

is one of the only people Peter actually wants to see while recovering, he stays at the hospital night after night just so he can be there for Peter, like Peter had been there for him, not letting anyone drag him out until after he's woken up, and even then, it's like pulling teeth to get him to so much as go to the caf to eat.

he spends whole days with Miles teaching him to cope with his spidey sense, use his webs, etc.

keeps him away from the big things, but lets him help out on patrol to give him a taste of the action.

takes hits for him, even if Miles tells him not to, cause that's his kid, and that's just what "dads" do.

when Miguel tries to recruit Peter, Peter is extremely protective of Miles, especially when he finds out he's technically an anomaly, making sure no one hurts him or undo any of the work he's done in terms of making Miles confident in himself and his abilities.

is in support of trying to save everyone, no matter what canon says, as he's literally the parental/mentor of a whole-ass anomaly and knows Miguel's theory is crap or at least mostly crap.

once everything sorted out, Spot and Miguel and Earth 42 wise, he ends up taking Miles 42 in as his own as well, and sticks around with Miles as (at least in my head, cause I say so) he stays with Miguel and HQ to be recruited.

Miles tells Miguel that Peter will ignore his own well being and pushed himself past his limits to protect Miles, because he thinks if he shows Miles weakness, the kid will feel like he has to replace him and will get stressed out/abandon what remains of his youth. he makes Miguel bench the two of them when Peter's not doing so hot so he can recover physically and emotionally.

Peter eats over at the Morales household once a week, assuring Miles's parents that he's safe with him every time.

insists on making Miles a suit for the colder months that's a little more cold resistant and when they're not in the suit, he's literally throwing coats at him.

kinda takes up the place in Miles's life that his uncle once held, being his safes pace, the person he turns to when it all goes to shit.

goes to Miles's school events.

if Miles falls asleep somewhere, like at HQ, Peter goes on guard like any dad, putting himself between Miles and the people around them so his sleep goes undisturbed.

do y'all want more of this, I might go somewhere with it if it does well.

[the-inglorious-king-of-dunces]

third time posting (I'm totally very creative)

Spiderman villain rant edition, numero uno

Tombstone, a very scary mother fucker. A tall ass gang leader, sometimes drug lord, with impenetrable skin and teeth like a fucking shark, a very terrifying but awesome son of a bitch. In spiderman PS4, done absolutely masterfully... in into the spiderverse, he kinda, sucks.

in PS4, he is a tough bastard who spidey needs to make a counter drug to temporarily make his invincibility stop working so he can just subdue Tombstone long enough for police to arrive, and he tanks a bullet pointblank between his eyes, and then proceeds to casually stomp the skull of the guy who just shot him open. also, because I'm probably never going to get to mention this again, apparently not only is tombstone an amazing cook in the insomniac universe, but spidey knows this somehow, and my head canon is that before one of their fights, tombstone just decided to make food for spidey for whatever reason, and that is just hilarious to me. anyway, back to rant, in into the spiderverse, tombstone is just kingpin's henchman, who just shoots people a lot. that's it. he doesn't really do anything interesting, and it's dissapointing. I honestly didn't even really realize it was tombstone the first time I watched the movie.

It's always a bit dissapointing to see a villain or character in a movie and then like, kinda, dumbing them down? is that a good way to put it? like, making a character a basic goon rather than an actual character. like, a great example to me is Blitzwing in the Bumblebee movie. In the movie, he was just a common Decepticon seeker who was hunting Bee and gets killed immediately, they could have given him any name other than Blitzwing in the credits, there are so many other seekers they could have named him because he wasn't even named out loud in the movie. In every other iteration of transformers, Blitzwing is a triple changing sadistic badass bastard, sometimes with like cybertronian Dissociative Identity Disorder like in Transformers Animated. But he was delegated to just "Seeker number 13 that actually goes to earth to chase Autobots who escaped Cybertron" in the movie. and it just sucks to me. I'm hoping, I'm desperately hoping that Blitzwing is gonna come back in the new movies with his triple changing ability, and maybe with the split personality thing of the animated version of Blitzwing by somehow a human government using the bodies of Blitzwing, Shatter, and Dropkick for experiments or something.

oh shit, this was supposed to be about spiderman villains, lol. uhm, but yeah, seeing a cool character or villain be used as just fodder or a goon is kinda boring to me, and I hope it stops happening as much for movies and stuff, cause I like my cool characters, I want them to continue being cool!

also, in other news, apparantly the new flash movie sucks dick, and I'm not surprised, in fact I'm glad it's failing, and hopefully they'll finally catch Ezra Miller and put... them(? is that the pronoun they're hiding behind now? not that they deserve the respect of being called whatever they prefer, they lost that respect the moment they groomed several children into being drug addicts, and then ran from police the moment everyone found out about it) in jail.

anyway, that's it for today, make sure to drink some water, get some sun, and eat well everybody!

[miliamin1]

And now my nerd out about the action scene cause I really got into it the moment I remembered my pre-injury jock era. First before writing I remembered a video from Polygon about Insomniac's Spiderman game.

And then it hit me that I used to be a capoeirista so, lol yeah, this is gonna be mostly about capoeira. I'd tell you what my level was but capoeira groups have all different systems and just a year before my injury I changed mine with my trainer. But in one of them I was at the end of the beginner era and one level below the rope (our belts are made of rope) rank that would technically allow me to teach beginners if I remember correctly. So. Obviously it's been a few years so I'm no longer at that level and I also forgot the scraps of Portuguese I learned but that's my background. (Also English isn't my first language nor the one I learned this stuff in the first place so bare with me and take everything I say with a grain of salt.) First of all, ignoring even the game Spidey inspiration capoeira fits Enid. She is a dancer, she is someone who loves to perform and I'm pretty comfortable saying that capoeira is the flashiest martial art. You don't do capoeira, you play capoeira.

Of course historically it was caused by the style needing to be concealed as mere dance because slaves in Brazil were forbidden from fight training to avoid revolts but today as a consequence capoeira is where you learn to hit hard while looking good doing it. And you will be hard pressed to find an experienced capoerista that would be difficult to persuade to start doing flips or other acrobatics for you. If my leg would let me I'd teach you how to do my favorite jumping kick anytime. Also one of the basics is literally just learning a cartwheel that becomes a blocking strategy as well as a dodge with time. The basic guard, ginga (swing), is a mobile stance, triangular footwork that looks like a 3 step dance. You practice to music, you learn songs and instruments. It is a very musical martial art, it is a flashy one, and very useful both for destroying opponents and filming a TikTok at the same time. In the fic, Wednesday as a classically trained musician keeps track of BPM of Enid's moves: allegro, vivace, allegro vivace. The substyles of capoeira have different tempos, with the slowest you stay closest to the ground, movement largely supported on your hands, with the fastest you're basically flying with it's signature jumping moves, which is reflected in Enid's aggressive switch of attacks. I wrote that Wednesday could clap out the tempo as it is the custom that when you're in the roda (circle) and spectate the two fighters inside you are supposed to sing and clap to the music to provide Axé, the energy for them. Even as the time signature is 4/4 the clap is two quick and one slow on repeat. Samba is an afro brazilian dance, and Samba de Roda is celebratory event from the state of Bahai, and at the end of any capoeira function the Roda de Capoeira transforms into Samba de Roda with people genuinely dancing to the same instruments they were previously fighting to. I wish I remembered the steps I was taught but Enid can dance with Wednesday after every practice, as a treat. With how each martial arts names every move differently from each other the fic could be just filled with Portuguese noone would understand or Kung Fu terms. From Wednesday's pov as someone who just knows Enid and what she practices enough alongside the half-understanding of Portuguese as a Spanish speaker she translated the moves either into colloquial English names of them or literally. Even as not a werewolf Enig gets to do spinny half moon kicks (meia-lua) that Wednesday calls crescents. The word for the 'hammer' roundhouse kick is martelo.

The push kick would be chapa to Enid.( Irrelevant side tangent, midway writing I got irrationally mad at a random reddit thread complaining that people call the push kick 'spartan' but he also called it a teep kick, so, dude, if you're gonna complain about a word in English at least use the common English name for it. This is the most basic move in all martial arts, it doesn't belong to muay thai come on.) It is up for interpretation if Enid started in capoeira because Esther went 'no martial arts for girls' or because she went 'dancing is lame'. Could be either.

I kind of know more about wrestling than an average person but the Polygon video already contains the majority of the relevant points. Enid would like wrestling. She just would.

She does do hurricanrana on Wednesday. A lot of her attacks aim to do brain damage overall. Peak comedy and all. (Spiderman for sure doesn't kill, what do you mean???) As Wednesday is majorly on the defensive, adapting to Enid's moves and using weapons, her Kung Fu expertise doesn't come to play yet. If you finished this whole thing, thanks for reading.

Who the hell came up with the word identity porn when it's not smut...

Anygay, second installment in my wenclair Spiderman AU follows up with drop into angst as repercussions of the very silly short one shot. ---

when first we practice to deceive (6190 words) by miliamin Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair Additional Tags: Wednesday Addams is Bad at Feelings, Angst, Identity Porn, Secret Identity, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Humor, Relationship Discussions, Autistic Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair Has ADHD, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Aged-Up Character(s) Series: Part 2 of Spiderman AU Summary: Wednesday realized that her reality is one in which her superpowered girlfriend didn't figure out that she has powers too and never approved of the way that she's been coping with the circumstances in which she got them. Nor was Enid a willing participant in it. Moving in together might have been an attempt at forcing that reveal to be out of her hands and inevitable. It didn't work. And with time it starts to seem like she set herself up for a break up.