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Self Insert

Doc Ock! Hobie x Spider Persona! Roze

Enemies to Forced Allies to Lovers dynamic kinda thing

Ehehjdekf i got lazy in the shading and gave up on all the metal and cloth shading cuz y'know why not, don't mind- so um Wild card week hah. Might be OOC idk man I'm so done. Really enjoyed making the outfits but coming to a final design is a PAIN IN THE ASS. I like Roze's (feels weird talking in 3rd person) suit but idk how i feel about the colors.

@the-kr8tor Pookie enioy Doc Ock! Hobie

Ngl I don't think I've ever done a self insert before mainly cuz i feel like a narcissist when i did but lifes too short to gaf anymore🙏

Okay beeye, *Goes out to buy milk*

Banner by @thats-a-mushroom

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33

Yeah I'm too lazy for this so ima just tag a few, love you tho

@the-kr8tor @thats-a-mushroom @pinksugarscrub @hobieszeze @sluggyboiyo @insuke69 and idk

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bestows upon you a few banners

ONG YOU DID NOT HAVE DO THIS😭🙏 OMGGG I LOVE YOU RAHHH, IMPECCABLE. I'M GONNA PECK YOU.

HEHEHEHE NELJRODVIWIVEOVOWLLELV

it's roze but I'll ignore that for now😰👀

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You should.

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*bite*

RAHHH!!!!! THE PAIN!! Do it again😏

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YIPPEEEE !! >:D

-❄️

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I might just reconsider letting you come to my birthday party…

But…

You have to watch Atsv with me, eat snacks with me and listen to me yap about every tinie tiny thing and detail. (You are NOT allowed to interrupt me.)

How does it look like, my friend ?😏

-❄️

YES SURE OH MY GOD I LOVE PEOPLE WHO YAP TO ME ABOUT ATSV AND I LOVE YAPPING TO PPL ABOUT ATSV ISTG PLEASE :3333333

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Don't ship Miles and Hobie but GODDAMN. To be Miles😩

ALSO THE ART IS SO PRETTTYYYYYY!

Post fight shenanigans

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I smell talent👃

spiderverse fanart!

I realize its been forever since I posted art on tumblr HAHA heres some spiderverse stuff!

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I thought you were actually gonna kill R... I'm surprised😃 but damn this was good af. The angst was perfect as always (even if I don't like it sometimes😒) like it's heartbreaking how Hobie can be seen blaming himself cuz idk, that's kinda a spiderperson dynamic(idk if that's the correct word) now.

But anyways, fuckin' amazing shit. I'm supposed to be doing my maths hw rn but I'd much rather read this🙂

(Un)Lucky

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Blackcat! GN Reader / Spider-Punk x Blackcat! GN Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Tags: FBW, smut Implied, TW blood, TW violence, TW death, cursing, hurt/comfort. No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader. Idiots in love.

Synopsis: Unlucky in life, unlucky in love. You question your situationship with Spider-Punk.

* I don't consent to having my work translated/ published on other platforms*

Black silhouetted shadows dance around the moon lit mansion, your feet expertly landing on the marbled floors without a sound. Slinking around the fancy beige colored furniture, your focus is on one thing – The safe hidden behind a large modern painting, how very cliché you thought. Swiftly dodging security cameras by climbing up the ceiling using your manicured claws, you finally drop down next to a large pair of concrete doors. You raise your brow at how atrocious it looks compared to the colorful modern paintings you've seen around the mansion.

"God, I hate brutalist architecture" you whispered to no one. 

Bringing out your index finger, you admire your sharp claws for a second before bending down to pick the door's lock. You feel the soft leather of your suit expand at your movement. But before you could pick the lock, you felt a presence behind you. Stopping for a brief moment to slowly grab one of your throwing knives, unclipping it from its holster - you fling it at the presence behind you.

The figure hanging upside down from the ceiling catches the knife's handle gracefully before it could stab him in the face. He lets it fall to the ground, impaling the oak table below.

"Woah, Don't mind me just enjoying the view" the spikes on top of his mask shine in the moonlight, bathing his suit in a soft blue light. 

"Of course it's you, hello to you too, beanpole" You scoff at his appearance, Pretending to be annoyed. 

Spider-punk drops from his web, softly landing on his feet. "I'm offended, after our last encounter I thought we're past the mean nicknames" He detaches the knife embedded into the table and plays with it.

"Oh so that's why you're here, you missed me, web-slinger" your voice saccharin smooth as you confidently stride towards him, your hand reaching out to him, non-verbally asking for your knife back.

"In your dreams, love. The owner hired me to watch over his place, you've been hitting a lot of his friends' places, he figured he's next" he says with a scoff.

Instead of the knife, Hobie puts his hand on your waiting one, You stare at your joined hands, and raise your eyebrows questioningly. Your eyes soften as the whites of his mask widen at his realization. 

"I beg to differ, you dork" you smirk at him. 

He lets go of your hand, and puts the knife on your palm. Hobie's thankful you can't see his face, albeit he still stares at you directly, challenging you to have a go at him like you usually do, you can definitely do better than call him a dork. But you don't for some odd reason.

Putting the knife back in its place you turn your back at him, you continue working at the lock. You bend down again.

"Fuck'n hell, love" he unashamedly groans at the sight of you.

Fully aware of his eyes on your ass. It doesn't bother you, quite the opposite actually, you liked the attention he's giving you, and dare you even say you like the guy. But the words 'I don't like labels' echoes in your mind. You don't like it either, you liked just having fun with him, but the memories of your last encounter with the man behind you keeps playing in your mind. 

The way he kissed and touched you that night, it felt different, a good difference, you think. The entire time It felt like there was an underlying emotion other than lust prevailing that fateful night. You have no idea how to make sense of your situation, or how to feel about him. So you do what you always do, shelf it in the back of your mind, keep piling similar memories on top of it, until one day it bursts out of you like Vesuvius. Hopefully no one's there with you to witness it when it finally happens.

"Oi, cat got your tongue?" His voice snaps you back to reality. You can't see his face with your back turned but you imagined him with a smirk under his mask, the same way you imagined what he would look like. You've only seen the bottom half of his face, the same way he's only seen your face clad in your domino mask. 

"I'm busy" you bite back as you feel for the mechanism to finally unlock with a click. 

"Right, no cat puns when working" he says.

You push the heavy doors, satisfaction on your face. You look over your shoulder to look at him. 

"If you're gonna web me and sell me out to your boss just do it already" you pointedly tell him.

"As much as I'm into the first part, it's a no to the last bit" His comment gets ignored. 

You head inside the office, with Hobie not far behind. You glare at the expansive yet unnecessary room. 

The room's marble flooring is covered in various animal furs, the walls lined with tacky paintings of the owner. A few of the paintings show the greedy man hunting wild animals, you glare at the painting as if your eyes would suddenly cause it to combust into flames. 

"With all the money in the world, he couldn't hire an interior designer?" Hobie grimaces at the various décor around the room. "No cameras" he pointed out.

"Probably to cover his shady dealings with Roxxon" you tell him.

"Tsk, nasty, nasty old man." Hobie finally looks at you taking down the huge painting to reveal the large metal safe. 

He sighs annoyed at your attitude. "Y'know me, cat, I would never actually help people this rich, hell I'd even help you if you asked" 

"Why'd you take the job then?" You ask as you try to crack the safe's code.

Hobie leans against the doorway watching you. "Unfortunately we live in a capitalist society, and I need money to eat. He didn't ask me to catch you anyway, just watch the place. No matter how much I want to burn down this bloody eyesore" And I was hoping to see you again. He also wanted to add.

You didn't bother to reply, you hum at his explanation. You hear the satisfying click of the safe's lock finally unlocking. Why was it so easy?

"What's up with the stick up y –" He cuts himself off.

His spidey-sense kicks in. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion for Hobie, a wave of red hot fear floods his entire body as he sees you slowly open the safe. His mind seems to be stuck in the moment, thankfully his body moves with muscle memory, he swiftly moves away from the doorway, one hand reaches out to web you towards him, his other hand reaches behind him, he webs the wall to pull you both out the room. 

The subsequent explosion can be heard, smoke and ashes fill his vision. The once heavily decorated room now looks like ground zero. 

Hobie's ears are ringing, but he doesn't care, he needs to find you. His eyes pull towards the room where they were both in. The large concrete doors closed, their edges burned from the explosion. The force from the explosion must've closed it.

The heavy doors accidentally saved them, he didn't have time to think how it happened, he just needed to find you, he needed to know that you were okay.

He screams your alias with a gutteral screech. Hobie stands up, his stance wavers but he continues on. He winces when some of his blood gets into his eye, realizing his mask now torned up from the side, only hiding half of his face. His eyes roam around the damaged mansion looking for your figure, his eyes stop once again to the concrete doors. 

His heart sinks at his realization.

"No, no, no!" He limps towards the large doors.

He didn't notice if his web actually reached you in time to pull you both out. 

He pulled and pushed at the comically large doors. It doesn't move.

Hobie's mind plays tricks on him, he keeps seeing in his mind's eye - your charred body, skin turned to ash, eyes burned into your sockets, your jaws permanently set in a scream. His own mind mocks him. Hobie ignores the vision. He kicks and screams for the doors to magically open.

He has no idea how long it has been since the explosion, with his ears still ringing, smoke and dust clinging around the room. His hope dwindles. 

Hobie falls to his knees, eyes unblinking and wide, crimson seeps from the cut on his head. He ignores it and just stares blankly at the gray doors.

It was his fault.

He can't believe he left you, he was too slow. Of all the people in the world why you. Memories of you keep playing in his mind, trying to push away the image of your death.

In his stupor he doesn't notice a shadow enveloping him, arms finding its way to his shoulder hugging his twitching form. For a second he thought you were haunting him.

He finally gets a grip on reality and looks behind his shoulder.

Your domino mask now clinging to one side, mirroring his own damaged mask. Blood seeps from the side of your cheek. Your eyes are dull but open. 

Your eyes are open.

He turns around lightning fast, Hobie clings to you like velcro. His shoulders sag from the relief, as if he can finally breathe again. You sigh at the contact, and let out a small laugh. 

"Oi, what's so funny" he pulls away from you slightly, he looks at your head to assess the damage. 

"I'm not brain damaged," you smile at his concern, you grab his face, cradling it. "I'm fine, we're both fine, you saved me" you look at each other, affection prominent in every crevice of your bodies.

You both now have a clear view of each other's faces. 

"You look better than I imagined," he softly says. 

You giggle at his comment "And you look so much cooler than I thought, it's unfair, I thought I was the cool one" 

"I was this cool the whole time" he teases. 

You grab his neck to carefully put your foreheads together. To calm the lingering tension from it, you rub circles on his skin, In turn Hobie cranes his neck to look at your lips asking for permission. You nod and let him ground you both back to reality with his kiss. 

Hobie reluctantly pulls away "Let's go before they find us, yeah?" He helps you stand up. "You up for a swing 'round the city?"

You give him your signature smirks "your place or mine?" 

"Yours" he grabs your waist. "There's a first time for everything right?"

"Oh you're gonna love my cats" You smile wildly, you don't know if your face hurts from the cut on your cheek or from smiling too much. 

He memorizes the look on your face as if, all of this was just a dream, and he'll forget what you looked like once he wakes up. He grabs you by the waist, and swings out of the wreckage. Just in time before sirens could get closer to the mansion.

As you swing away towards your home, you think about where your relationship currently lies. There might not be a label for your relationship yet, or what this all means in the future. But at least now you know how he truly feels, how you feel.

As for the bastard who tried to blow you both up, revenge can wait, for she is patient.

You'll think about everything later, but right now you enjoy the moment as you cling to him.

A/n: Hope you enjoyed reading it! Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated ♥️

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Hobie's a pain in the ass for everyone fr. (That could have a double meaning, knowing me) But yeah, we still love that mf.

I love the pattern change, it's so cuteeeeeeee. Mf's gonna be stealing my heart all over again😔

WHY CAN'T HE BE REAL. HE'S SO ADORABLE AND CUTE AND HOT AND I CAN'T. 😭😭 (I'm gonna use his wicks as handles fr.) (I've been looking at this for the past 10 minutes) (I srsly am getting distracted by the art)

But let's be fr, the details in the art😮‍💨 I wanna kiss those fucking juicy ahh lips so hard. Ngl you could easily be an animator with those fucking skills.

He has such squeezable cheeks tho😭💗

I was not notified of my tagging until I went thru your account but I'm honored to be apart of this chaos lmao

Hobie slow blinks you so hard …Also, still working on animation tests, no wonder these movies take 8 years. It’s 99% Hobie’s fault. (I realize that, much like me, this is a hot mess)

Tagging @rexlroze @the-kr8tor @pinksugarscrub for feedback, since you guys are a part of the creative team now (you’re welcome)

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The last line caught me offguard😭 Hobie- CHILL.

Bro's having his Miguel phase.

𝐼𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

Hobie Brown x Reader

First story on here so 😅 hope it's okay! Enjoy!

Not proofread 🤷‍♀️

*I DIDN'T DO HIS GORGEOUS ACCENT BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA BUTCHER IT*

Please do not respost my work on this site or any other! Resposts and likes are appreciated greatly!!

Summary: You weren't his. At least not his version, but did that really matter? You didn't have to know.. You wouldn't know.

Warnings: Slight angst? Manipulation ig, Implied character death, Sad Hobie :(, not really how Hobie is tbh, Yandere Hobie?

To say Hobie missed you was an understatement.

You were his life, his everything, the first person to understand him, to truly understand him.

He had lost you two years before Miles had appeared in the spider society. None of the other spiders knew, well except Gwen who found had photos from there dates just a few months before miles arrived.

"Hobie who's this?" She had asked, picking up a photo frame of him and a beautiful woman at a concert, she was kissing his cheek on her tippy toes.

"That's my girl" he grinned"

Oh? come I've never seen her? I'm sure she's cool" she smiled, hoping to meet her friends girlfriend.

"Oh trust me she was" he sighed, his chest hurting.

"Was?.. "

And here he was now. In another universe. Another universe that had you. It was wrong sure. But it was you. The person he'd been craving since the moment her body went cold.

It was wrong. So so wrong. But it felt right?

"Hobie? What're you doing here?" She smiled, confused.

She knew him? Maybe there was another him in this universe? It didn't matter. He had you back. And he wasn't letting you go.

"Hey luv" he grinned hugging her, it was a tight, warm embrace, he was holding his tears in.

"Hi" she giggled, ignoring how tight his grip was on her. "I thought you were at practice?"

"Practice?" He tilted his head "oh- oh yeah practice. Finished early doll"

"Oh okay" she smiled holding his hand and walking him back to her apartment, it was the same as in his universe, their universe.

Maybe this time he could grow old with her, have kids and all that shit. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he had her. And that she didn't have a clue that he wasn't from her universe.

Now he just had to dispose of his other version.

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All hail Kobe Larry Brown. KOBE.

Cat Hobie! :D

Credits to the Artist @shinkomiii on Twitter

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Go for it! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

god i need one of these drawn as hobie brown SO BAD ill pay you

how does one go about asking for this from artists? is this considered a headshot? bust???? please help 😭😭

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Damn, get better bruh💀💀

I fucking fell and my foot did a full 360 twist

I’m on “bedrest” by my father

He brought me a cat for ‘emotional support’ and my cat is laying on a pile of clothes

I’m dying

Ankle is swollen :3

I’m in sm pain dude I’m laughing so I don’t violently sob

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ADDING THIS TO MY LIST OF READ TOMORROW. OMG I LOVE YOU FOR THIS💗😭

CAN'T WAIT TO READ THIS AHHH!

Starstruck

Hobie Brown x fem! reader (high school au)

@rexlroze, @the-kr8tor What better place to stir up drama than high school? ✨️Enemies to lovers✨️

Part(s): Prologue, ???

Visions Academy. Elitist? Yes, but the school of your dreams. An hour trip from Harlem on the subway. But if your mom’s dingy blue bug held up for another year you wouldn’t have to worry about paying for a Metrocard.

It was incredible when you visited on a campus tour. The music program was world renowned. You plan to take every course available but you need to be in that music room. Smell the polish from the guitars and touch the marble of the grand piano. You shiver just thinking about standing in the auditorium. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything your family could ever dreamed of for their daughter.

So it doesn’t bother you to work until the dead of night with customers that make you want to tear your hair out. Visions makes it all worth it and well, being able to pay for your own gas is nice too.

It’s Friday, the parlor is loud and bustling with families, high schoolers, and disgruntled adults who just want to pay. Life couldn’t be any better than this.

“Manolo where are my damn pizzas?” Yuri screams over the bar separating the kitchen and the cashiers. Stacking empty boxes into her hands before shoving them under the counter.

“What do you expect me to do!?” He yells back. Antonio, his younger brother slipping on what you assume is the ghost pepper Manolo never picked up. “I’ve got six other orders before damn what’s his name. Tell him to wait his fu-”

You tune them out as you smile politely to the little girl in front of you who’s asked for a to-go cup.

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” you chuckle. Watching her run back to her parents. It was sweet, reminding you of your own dad and mom back home.

“(y/n)!’

You don’t react as Yuri spins you around, pushing you towards the kitchen where boxes and boxes of pizza are stacked up. “Go, I expect you back within two hours eh?”

You also don’t react when she glares down at Antonio. Who is usually your delivery boy but is currently nursing a burn on his hand. The poor guy really was as clumsy as a deer.

“Two hours (y/n)!” She repeats.

Then the door slams shut behind you. Your car keys in hand and a bag draped over your shoulder that burns into your side with how many pizzas are stuffed inside. Don’t even ask how that worked, Yuri has her ways.

You sigh as you hop down the steps. Gently setting the bag in the passenger's seat once you reach your car. It takes you a second to set up your phone with directions along with music. The speakers are surprisingly clear as you turn the volume up and drive off. The city becomes a blur and the clock ticks back at you with each and every stop.

The last apartment. A pink building that’s chipping and full of overgrown vines that reminds you of a photo you saw at a pop up show once. You walk up the steps, the last two boxes in your hand.

“O’hara…”You mumble, “O’hara, O’hara- ah ha, there.” The loud buzz of the intercom makes you recoil as it echoes across the street. A minute later a voice rang through, words muffled and unintelligible

You shift nervously on the balls of your feet. Leaning close to the speaker against your better judgment.

“Hi! For Mr. O’hara?”

More words? You’re sweating at this point. You’re almost hitting your two hour mark. A second later another buzz rings through and the door unlocks.

You sigh, muttering under your breath. “Oh thank god.”

You quickly swing the door open. Scaling the steps once you see yellow caution tape and a note stuck to the elevator.

By the time you reach the fourth floor you’re huffing. Holding onto the railing you catch your breath.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,”You huff in exasperation. Eyes wide as you see every door number is faded or falling apart. “These people need a better landlord.”

You almost shriek as you see what time it is when you look down. You have less than fifteen minutes.

Running through the numbers as best you could. You settle on a door with punk themed stickers. You hope this is the apartment or the tenants will at least be nice enough to point you in the right direction.

Before you can even knock the door swings up.

“What do you mean-”

You stand there visibly in awe as you stare into the most beautiful set of eyes you’ve ever seen. Silver piercings and earrings decorating his face. Wicks pulled back into a ponytail.

“Oh hey! Can we help you?” A second face pops out from the side of the door. A kind smile on his face.

You clear your throat as you avert your gaze. “Yes, uhm, I’m looking for 4D?”

“O’hara?”

You melt inside as you hear his accent. British? But not exactly?

“O’hara,”you confirmed. Smile wobbly as you force your butterflies down. You really need to get out of here.

You don’t notice the two exchange a look.

“Oh, that’s us love.” He grins as he stares down at you.

“Great!” You beam. Mentally storing the name in the back of your mind. For what? You don’t know. It’s not like you had the courage to ask for his number.

It takes you less than a minute to hand the boxes over.

“How much do we owe you?”

This confuses you but your smile never wavers. “I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure you prepaid online.”

“Right right!” The second boy nods. Dragging his friend inside by the arm and snatching up the pizza with his free hand. “Thanks!”

The boy with wicks sends you a wink before closing the door behind them.

You wait until you’re out of sight to swoon. It lasts for about five seconds when you realize it’s been exactly two hours.

-

Yuri’s too busy when you come back to scold you. So the rest of your shift goes smoothly. Your mind drifting to the boy every once in a while. A small smile on your lips.

The phone rings and your bliss is broken. You hold your breath as insult after insult hits your ear through the receiver.

You feel like an idiot. The boy’s pretty face fading into obscurity. You blink back tears as you talk with the real Miguel O’hara.

What a shitty night.