#not quite spiderman

[kiselwp]

[dandylion-s]

Oh man Hobie Brown saying know what the war is fighting for before you enlist before Miles asks Miguel to be a part of the spider society which wants him to stand by and let his dad die.... that's CINEMA BABEY!!!

[makotoismyson]

Considering Miles is an “anomaly” and technically wasn’t supposed to become spiderman, I think that means he has a more likely chance of altering his canon (save his dad) without any disastrous ramifications

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

[kiame-sama]

Tender Love and Care- (Yandere!Miguel x sick!reader)

Warnings; reader is bed bound by illness, helplessness, obsessive miguel, mention of kidnapping, yandere behavior, yandere tendencies, lovesick yandere, semi-soft miguel, scolding, confusion, fever, mention of death, possessive behavior, slight objectification,

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"Reckless and stupid, that's all it was! Do you not understand how stupid it was? Truly? You could have caused the multiverse to completely collapse!"

Miguel hissed as he paced in front of the three most recent spider-people to let him down. He thought that they would be able to handle a simple mission, but it was clear that he put far too much faith in those standing before him. Keeping the multiverse from collapsing was no easy feat, but so far it seemed like Miguel was the only one holding things together.

"But, Sir, the parameters of the mission were to deal with the anomalies."

"And did you deal with them? No! Ay, madre de Dios, now Noir and Spider-punk have to deal with the extras you all missed. If I have to step in again on another botched mission-"

The soft sound of coughing made Miguel fall silent, his head turning to the door at the back of his office where his most treasured possession lay. A soft whimper and croaking noise made his brow furrow in worry. The other spider-people standing at attention exchanged a look of confusion before his attention snapped back to them.

"Do better next time or there won't be a next time. Dismissed."

He held his stony demeanor for a moment longer as they shuffled out of his office with their heads bowed low, red eyes trailing the group with precision. The coughing sound came again, this time closer than before. Low ragged breaths were being gasped down as the raspy sound of labored lungs fought to inflate.

"Miguel..?"

"(Y/n)," the dark haired man turned on his heel and approached the now open back door, "you should be in bed resting."

Despite their sallow and sunken features, he still found his dearest to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. It didn't matter how many universes he had to look through before he found them again, he was going to keep this version alive. Of course, the constant canon events were trying rather hard to take them away, but he wouldn't let that happen.

The current problem was a rather debilitating illness that wracked the body and lungs of his beloved, leaving them gasping for every breath. Each cough struck his heart with pain as Miguel heard the following whimpers that came with any fit. If he could only lift away the illness that plagued his dearest, he would happily do so. However, all he could do for them at this point was keep them comfortable and hope their immune system could fight off the worst of the virus they were plagued with.

"Come on, you need your rest."

They didn't argue or fight against his gentle touch as he herded them back towards the large bed in the room. Though the room had once been for Miguel alone, it was now less sparsely decorated and seemed to have a bit more life to it thanks to the new life he felt he received from his darling. Miguel was careful to keep an eye out for any sign of stumbling or struggling so he could catch his darling before they had a chance to fall.

As their foot caught on the corner of a carpet, he quickly caught them in his arms. He may not have the spider sense like many others did, but he was no less observant of his surroundings. His muscled arms were hardened after years of training and fighting, so lifting his darling the rest of the way into the bed was an easy task for Miguel.

The other spider people knew Miguel had someone in his room, though they didn't know the true origin of how that person came to reside in the room. Not that Miguel would tell them, but he had scoured the many universes for any incarnation of his beloved and only found them after months of searching. They were laying in bed, rendered helpless by the pandemic illness that consumed that universe. He couldn't just leave them laying there without any help or defense.

His universe had already mostly eradicated the virus in question, so he knew they would be better off with him instead of in their dying universe riddled with the aggressive virus. Sure, he hadn't exactly asked if he could take them away, but in their delirium they weren't exactly able to deny thier savior anyway.

Once he got them back to his home, he endeavored to keep them safe and sequestered until the virus passed. Lyla was both supportive and judgemental of Miguel taking and keeping his beloved from their universe, she also knew how it would destroy Miguel to lose them again. She brushed off any questions the other spider-people asked her and simply said Miguel was allowed to keep his personal life away from his work life.

"Miguel..."

The hoarse whine of his dearest drew him back to the present as he finished tucking them into bed, resting a cool cloth over their forehead. They rest their cheek against his hand, nuzzling into his touch affectionately as they stared up at him with a kind of feverish delusion. He let the small smile tug at the corner of his lips as he stared lovingly at his darling.

"Rest, I'll wake you up later with food, alright?"

"M'kay..."

"Te amo, (y/n)."

[forgetful-nerd]

Deadpool: Logan, Idea!

Wolverine, already exasperated: what’s you're idea, Wade?

Deadpool: lets get married!

Wolverine: what.

Deadpool: let’s get wed! Matrimonious like!!

Wolverine: Is this a bit?

Deadpool: YEAH IT’S A BIT! Come on! We’ll get a house, we’ll spend our golden years together, we’ll hold each other at night, it’ll be hilarious!

Wolverine: that’s not a bit. That's just a marriage.

Deadpool: I know! And when people find out they are going to lose they’re minds! And they’ll have no idea!

Wolverine: what won’t they know?!

Deadpool: that it was a bit!

Wolverine: Wade, you don't know what a damn bit is.

Deadpool: come on! We’ll be a two income household! We’ll get tax write offs! We’ll adopt a pitbull and that freaky spider kid! Say yes!

Wolverine: …

Deadpool: you're thinking about it!

Wolverine: no I'm not. Leave me alone.

[love-bitesx]

was booking myself a new tattoo and this is all i could think of ! this is just brainrot ramble

: ̗̀➛ hobie brown x gn!reader - giving him tattoos (and yourself)

thinking about giving hobie sweet little tattoos with a makeshift stick and poke set up. he'd come home drunk one night, slurring his words and holding you close to him, ranting about how he wants you to give him a tattoo (and something about not wanting to pay big corporations for a real tattoo gun). even if you’re not creative, he just wants to be able to look at his skin and see evidence of you, always. you refuse him at the time, telling him he's too drunk and he'll regret it. but when it's the next day, and he's stone cold sober, you walk in on him hunched over the kitchen table, making a little stick and poke creation.

so, it’s late at night, he’s sprawled out across your bed like it was his, his head and shoulders pressed into the headboard, eyes trained on you. straddling his lap, you held his arm up to the lamp, tongue stuck out in concentration. hobie winced everytime the needle met his skin, his free hand gripping at your thigh to outlet the pain. when you're done, and he's all cleaned up, he's lit up with pride, constantly checking his arm in different lights to see your design. "it's perfect, darlin'," he mutters, his lips pressed to your forehead.

he’d very rarely ever wear sleeves again after that, always having your design on show to remind him of you when he’s away. not that he needed it, you always had a comfortable seat in the front of his mind. he’d show it off to his friends, though, all the time.

"oi, pav!" he'd call out to his friend, drawing his attention over to his exposed skin.

"you got a tattoo!" pav would exclaim, hopping over and inspecting it closely.

“my partner did it,” he couldn’t mask the grin from fuzzing his cheeks, “fuckin' sick, right?”

his heart wasn't even prepared for what he'd come home to that night. when he'd climb in through your window, shedding his spider-apparel and kicking his boots off by your dresser, he'd notice your sleeping form. smiling to himself, picking up the sheets and climbing into the empty space, careful not to startle you – not that it would, you were more used to waking up beside him than alone.

his hands wouldn't be able to stop themselves from touching you, needing to feel your skin beneath his fingertips, and beaming at the sleepy sound of his name leaving your lips. when his hands find your hip, however, you jump and groan in pain. he'd pull you to him.

"'the fuck 'appened?" he'd whisper, careful not to touch the area again, but be confused at your reaction.

"tattoo," is all he could catch, through your tired, and possibly pained, groans.

"you what?" he'd mutter, and lift the covers back, hiking up your his t-shirt to expose a tiny black design, sitting on the skin above your hip bone.

etched into you was a tiny spider, hand drawn and adorned with little spikes, similar to his persona. he'd be so taken aback, he wouldn't even know what to say.

"'s'this for me, sweetheart?" his fingers would very lightly ghost the dark outlines, honing into your body's reaction to it, steering clear of the painful areas. he's close to you, very close, and you can feel his heart pounding against his chest.

"mhmm," you moan, your brain finally pulling itself from slumber, warm in the smell of him, tangling your arms around his neck, "all for you."

"fuckin' ell," he breathed before kissing you with such a passion you'd never felt from him before. he was drowning in you, head buzzed at the thought of something of him being on your skin forever, and you on his. heart pouring, he reached for you in every way he could.

he'd be obsessed with both of the tattoos, strongly encouraging you to never ever wear anything high-waisted again, so long as he steered away from sleeves. pride and happiness overtook him when he'd see you with other people, in public or with friends, and see the black ink peek through your clothes, knowing that it was for him, and nobody else.

he just loved you a lot, and he adores the permanent reminders.

[kinkandkreep]

♡︎ 𝙲𝚆: 𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚌𝚘𝚗

Miguel is such a considerate, attentive lover. 

He kindly gathers your hair up for you so that it’s out of the way as he forces you to choke on his girthy cock. 

Your comfort is important to him, so he makes sure your head rests snuggly on the fluffy pillow he so generously provided as he pounds you into the mattress. 

He compliments you often, practically worshiping your body and even letting you decide which color rope you think suits your complexion best.

He thinks you’re beautiful, every part of you! Yes yes, even the bruises. 

He takes pride in how well he cares for you, even though you can’t always see how blessed you are through your tears. (Which Miguel is always sure to gently wipe away for you.)

He lavishes you in the finest jewelry and most expensive gifts, never expecting anything but your obedience love in return.

Not to mention, your family simply adores Miguel. What’s left of it anyway.

Family gatherings are always such a joyous time! Especially when you disregard the nervous edge to everyone’s smiles and Miguel’s never-loosening grip on your waist. 

Without a doubt, Miguel O’Hara is the perfect love, he makes you tell him all the time.

[shokuto]

Honestly Miles racking up A’s and B’s (with an A in physics no less) while being Spider-Man is super impressive

[zukotheartist]

Ik Miles is the bravest spider-person bc he actually told his caribbean mom "whatever" after arriving late AND he got a B in spanish, braver than any us marine fr🫡

[venear-tmblr]

“Everything Spiderman touches comes to ruin.”

- J. Jonah Jameson, Spiderman: No Way Home.

…. so the Sherbverse, sherbert spiderman right-

[404chm]

matching house and wilson icons in the style of alberto mielgo 💕

[blank-house]

Does the entire cast have social media? If so what do they post on there? Or do we get to see that in game 🫣

it's my dream to include! i really liked how the social media interface worked in the ps4 spiderman miles morales game because of how it kind of fills out the world because you see average npc #1 responding to something plot-relevant that happened, haha. like for keyframes, can you imagine the random passerby that saw this group of college students on a massive lawn waterslide?

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

90% of fandoms: look at my sad lil blorbo. my little meow meow. look at his trauma. his arc. my baby bear is struggling so much. there's so much angst-

Hobie stans:

very cool, amiright? look at him go yipee

[eggs-bene]

My son/daughter/child/spawn, Spider-Egg. Their entire body is covered in webbing, much like a spider egg, making them fuzzy and slightly tacky to the touch. Their abilities consist of wall-climbing, bio web that can be shot out of any part of their body, smelling like sulfur, and best of all, summoning millions of tiny spiders to do their bidding! They can't focus on anything remotely uninteresting (same), which is annoying for anyone trying to talk to him cause he does not gaf. At first glance, they seem kinda cute, but the longer anyone stays around him, the more they are put off. If you look too closely you can see spiders moving around under their webby exterior. Their lenses hide something u dont wanna see, as well as provide the public with something to recognize them by.  Despite how anyone might feel about egg, being grossed out or charmed, egg really is friendly. It moves around like a spunky kitten and has a posture so bad its probably permanent.

[bbb1rd]