spiderceo - Tumblr blog

spiderceo · 2 months

Text

writing part 3. also trying to format for ao3 so im channeling the multitasking gods for help

− ⌗ vaudeville vows pt.2 ⊹.∿

summary; alastor shows up to ruin your evening in his own fun little way.

tags; gender-neutral reader, reader can play piano and sing, reader gets used to alastor surprisingly fast and he (definitely) doesn’t like that, sugary sweet manipulation, scopophobia (fear of being watched or stared at), alastor’s stupid mangled body

word count; 2.2k

pairing; alastor x reader

a/n; i plan to make chapters longer in the future so hopefully you enjoy that kind of thing. i also have proof-read this. as usual, reposts are greatly appreciated <3

tag list; @chewbrry @zatrinaxxx

master post | part one

Days passed since your first encounter with Alastor. He hadn’t shown his face again in your apartment which you were extremely happy for. But even though he wasn’t there physically, there was always this awful feeling of being watched no matter where you went. It was that bad that you struggled to even go for a shower or get changed for work in the mornings.

The whole while this was happening, you couldn’t shake the idea of the demon’s proposal. The allure of fame and fortune continued to tug at your thoughts every time you passed by your piano. The instrument now served as a reminder of what you could have had. Having someone like Alastor to guide you to your full potential would mean you could have so many great things. It was a tantalising dream that seemed just out of reach.

The days turned into weeks and still you remained steadfast in your decision against accepting the deal. Life had gone back to normal and the staring had reduced in its intensity. Whenever you got home from work, you managed to sit down at your piano and get some practice in. Part of you wanted to prove you didn’t need to make a deal with a demon to achieve what you wanted.

However, fate works in mysterious ways and we don’t always get what we want.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the city was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, you found yourself lost in your music once more. The melody flowed smoothly from your fingertips, weaving a tapestry of sound that filled the room with warmth and light. You sung along quietly with a content smile on your face. This had been your calmest night by far, until an awful feeling washed over you.

A chill ran down your spine as you looked around the room. The sensation of hundreds of little eyes watching you made your skin crawl as the temperature dropped. The lights in your apartment dimmed and flickered and your hands shakily slid away from the piano keys. Your eyes landed on a dark corner of the room where a lanky shadow stood. Eyes with a familiar shade of carmine pierced your soul and you couldn’t help but keep your body completely still.

He hadn’t moved from his spot, just tilted his head as if to tell you to continue what you were doing. If he hadn’t been a scary looking creature that wanted your soul, you probably would have found this gesture cute. Alastor’s eyes carried a look of amusement in them as he waited for you to do something.

Should you continue playing? Is that what he wanted?

You carefully turned your back to him and felt your hands tremble as they went back to their positions on the piano. With uncertainty, you pressed the keys and began to play a different song from before. This one was a bit more well known despite it’s age, and had also featured a lot in your grandad’s record collection.

‘Anything Goes’ by Cole Porter.

The beginning of the tune rung out and was immediately halted by Alastor’s presence reappearing on your left. “My dear musician,” he addressed you as if you were old friends, his voice exaggerated as always. “Your playing is splendid, but I feel that something is missing.”

You tensed at his words, unsure of what he meant. Before you could respond, Alastor took a step forward with his wicked grin becoming slightly smaller — he looked less like he was straining. This was how his expression usually sat, you guessed. But smiling constantly must be painful, right? Perhaps demons didn’t feel that type of pain.

“Why don’t you sing with me, my dear?” his gaze never left yours as you could feel your heart ready to beat out of your chest. A mix of excitement and trepidation coursed through your veins at the thought of singing with Alastor. Sharing a duet with a devil wasn’t something you got to do everyday. “Sing with you?” you queried, not quite sure if he was joking or not behind that talk-show voice of his. The idea of the duet was both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. Sharing the stage with a demonic being was definitely something you could tell the grandkids one day.

“Why, of course! I wouldn’t pass up the chance to perform with a talent such as yourself, now would I?” Alastor sure knew how to sweet talk his way into getting what he wanted. You glanced at the piano, its keys beckoning you to return your hands to them. You knew you couldn’t resist this time, and decided it wouldn’t hurt to entertain Alastor just this once.

With a weary smile, you began to play once more, letting the melody of the song flow with effortless grace. And as you finished the intro, your voice began to accompany your playing. It was trembling, unlike when you were alone. Alastor’s overbearing presence was making it hard to focus on the words. It wasn’t until radio crackles filled the room and more instruments joined in. Along with them came the demon’s familiar accented voice.

Your singing quietened as you listened to the creature sing. His voice was pleasing to the ear and with the added effect of a vintage radio, it reminded you of home — listening to your grandad’s records play as you ran around his garden and he sat in his rocking chair on the porch. The pleasant memories brought a bigger smile to your face as you forgot all about the fact that who you were singing with was trying to capture your soul.

For a moment, you and Alastor were united in a devil’s duet. Your singing was more confident as the demon leaned against your piano casually. Even when he sung, his toothy smile never ceased. And as the music eventually faded back to static, you met his gaze that was just as oppressive as it had always been. A glimmer of approval appeared in them as he moved to pace behind you. You turned to watch him as his boots clicked against the floor and he twirled a cane behind his back.

“Marvellous, my dear! Simply marvellous!” he praised, coming to a stop and stretching his arms out wide with great exaggeration (You hadn’t noticed just how lanky his limbs were until now). His tone was dripping with satisfaction and you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of pride at the fact you had impressed him. Your subconscious was whispering to you that maybe taking his deal wouldn’t be so bad if these were the emotions you got out of it. It had been so long since you showed your music to anyone and his reaction was slowly pulling you towards his clutches.

As you pondered your next move, Alastor’s stare was unwavering. He had moved into a more relaxed position with his arms back behind him, still holding that cane of his. The demon’s presence was a reminder of the choice that lay before you. No matter what choice you made, there was always the certainty that Alastor would continue to be a pest in your life. If you refused his deal then there was nothing stopping him from sticking around until you finally caved or he came up with another proposition.

Exhaustion hit you like a brick wall when your eyes caught sight of the clock on the wall. It was almost two in the morning and you had work later in the day. You groaned and made a move to get up. “Leaving so soon?” the demon didn’t sound the least bit concerned about where you were going. His tone hinted at a secret plan to simply annoy you.

“The night is still young and I’d like another song.” Alastor requested, switching places with you. He now sat at your piano while you stood glaring at him through half-lidded eyes. “I need to get ready for bed,” you sighed, desperately trying to find words as to not offend him. Having an angry demon on your hands sounded worse than giving away your soul at the moment. “I have an early start tomorrow.” you tried to justify yourself.

Instead of a response, Alastor simply slipped away into shadows. You stared confused at the spot where he once sat. That was odd…not a single goodbye or comment. You tried not to linger on it too much and left to do your nightly routine.

The fluorescent light in your bathroom made a light buzzing sound as you turned it on. The tiles were cold on your feet as you shuffled in and grabbed your toothbrush. You knew you were alone now but that all familiar feeling of being watched remained persistent. Glancing nervously in the mirror, you half-expected to see Alastor’s sinister grin staring back at you. All that appeared, however, was your own tired visage which donned bags under its eyes.

After you finished, you left the bathroom and immediately went to change. You grabbed the first set of pyjamas out your drawers and slipped into them with haste. Crawling into bed, you made yourself comfortable and turned out the lamp on your side table. You tried to ignore the creaks of the floorboards and the uncharacteristic cold in the room but it was bothering you too much.

“Still awake there?” came Alastor’s voice from somewhere in the room. You rolled face first into one of your pillows sleepily. You knew he hadn’t left altogether. “Go away, Alastor,” your voice was muffled by fabric as you willed it not to shake. He still made you uneasy but you could manage it as long as you didn’t look him in the eye. “I just want to sleep.” you squeezed your eyes shut tighter and mentally hoped he would take the hint and go.

But Alastor was tenacious, his laughter that filled the room was accompanied by a faint laugh track. “But where’s the fun in that?” he teased, his voice coming from multiple directions at once. “Surely you wouldn’t deny me the pleasure of your company?”

You grit your teeth. Trying to ignore him was almost impossible as his voice bounced off the walls of your room. You tried to block out the sound with your pillow but even that did nothing to muffle it. No matter how hard you tried, sleep remained elusive as your new pest continued to ask you numerous questions purely for his own entertainment.

His insidious whispers penetrated your mind, you could feel them twisting and coiling like serpents, their venomous words seeping into every crevice of your consciousness. With a surge of frustration and fear, you bolted upright, your gaze fixating on the ghastly figure perched at the foot of your bed.

His form was twisted and contorted, limbs elongated and skeletal, like some grotesque parody of the human form. Antlers sprouted from his skull, their jagged points piercing through the walls and ceiling of your room. The glow of his eyes illuminated the darkness, casting an unearthly green hue that seemed to dance with malevolent intent as radio dials ticked within them.

But it was his grin that sent a shiver down your spine, a macabre smile stitched together with glowing green threads that threatened to unravel at any moment. Each stitch seemed to pulse with a sickly light, as if straining against the weight of the demon’s own malevolence.

You narrowed your eyes, your resolve hardening in the face of his unsettling presence. You craved sleep more than anything and if it meant scolding a demon to get it, then so be it. Despite the fear gnawing at the edges of your mind, you refused to cower before this twisted abomination. Your voice was filled with steely determination as you met his gaze and spoke.

“Leave me alone, Alastor.” you commanded, your tone ringing with defiance. The dead serious expression on your face was almost laughable. For a moment, Alastor’s smile faltered and his form shrunk down. A low chuckle crackled from his chest as he disappeared into the darkness, leaving your alone with only the memory of what you saw.

Now that he was gone, you let out the gasping breath you didn’t realise you were holding in. You tried to steady your racing heart as you placed a hand to your chest. With trembling hands, you reached for the lamp on your bedside table, casting a warm glow across the room that banished the shadows to the corners. But even in the soft light, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that clung to the air like a suffocating fog.

As you lay back against the pillows, exhaustion weighing heavy on your limbs, you couldn’t help but wonder: Was this only a temporary reprieve? The idea left a nagging sense of dread that picked away at your conscious. If he was like this now, you hated to see what he would pull later on. A demon like him was hound to have more tricks up his sleeve than just shapeshifting.

You were baffled that he even listened to you. Something told you that he was limited to what he could and couldn’t do without a contract between you both. You knew he could probably cause you physical harm given the way he could interact with your environment. So maybe it wasn’t what he could do to you, but rather how much time he had with you. You pushed the thoughts aside for the night and pulled yourself back under the covers.

Lingering fear aside, sleep eventually claimed you, dragging you down into the depths of unconsciousness where dreams and nightmares intertwined in a tangled web of darkness.

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #reader insert #gender neutral reader #x reader #vaudeville vows

92 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 2 months

Text

− ⌗ vaudeville vows pt.2 ⊹.∿

summary; alastor shows up to ruin your evening in his own fun little way.

word count; 2.2k

pairing; alastor x reader

a/n; i plan to make chapters longer in the future so hopefully you enjoy that kind of thing. i also have proof-read this. as usual, reposts are greatly appreciated <3

tag list; @chewbrry @zatrinaxxx

master post | part one

However, fate works in mysterious ways and we don’t always get what we want.

Should you continue playing? Is that what he wanted?

‘Anything Goes’ by Cole Porter.

Lingering fear aside, sleep eventually claimed you, dragging you down into the depths of unconsciousness where dreams and nightmares intertwined in a tangled web of darkness.

#hazbin alastor #reader insert #gender neutral reader #x reader #hazbin hotel #gender neutral insert #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #vaudeville vows

92 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 2 months

Text

This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi

148K notes · View notes

spiderceo · 2 months

Text

− ⌗ vaudeville vows ⊹.∿

summary; in the middle of the night, an unwelcome guest makes an appearance at your piano. he brings you offers of fame and fortune for only the small price of your soul…

tags; gender-neutral reader, reader can sing and play piano, manipulation, alastor being unsettling, probs gonna be slow burn <3

word count; 1.9k

pairing; alastor x reader

a/n; ive never written for alastor before and this kind of character is outside my comfort zone. im hoping to make this into a multi-part story so let me know thoughts and such. reposts are greatly appreciated ^^

master post | part two

The piano that sat in your apartment was barely played anymore. Ever since you picked up more shifts at work to help pay your ever increasing bills, there wasn’t enough time in the day to play. You badly wanted to sit down and glide your fingers over the keys again, but every time you got home from work you were too tired. Today was just the same.

You had finally just gotten cozy in bed when you heard the sound of a singular key being pressed. That was enough to stir you and make you sit upright in bed. Your body froze in the darkness, brow furrowed, as your strained your ears to listen again. The silence was deafening all until you heard not just a note, but a chord being played.

Someone was in your home.

Your heart raced at the thought of someone breaking in. Adrenaline ran through your veins as your reached for your phone. The bright screen strained your eyes as you typed in the number for emergency services. Slipping carefully out of bed, you avoided all the floorboards you knew to be squeaky. Even the slightest of ruffles from your duvet sounded so loud in the dead of night.

You kept the emergency number on your screen, thumb poised to hit the call button the moment you were sure someone was there. Moving towards the living room, you could feel the weight of anticipation hanging heavily in the air. Anxiety crept up your neck as you reached the doorway and poked your head around it, expecting to see a murderer or a robber.

Instead, you were met with a surprising sight. There, sitting at your piano, was a figure cloaked in shadows, positioning their hands on the ivory keys. Then they began to play. The song you recognised was from your childhood. Your grandad had a vast collection of vintage vinyl records and this song appeared on one of them.

‘Ain’t Misbehavin’’ by Fats Waller.

You stood there mesmerised by the stranger’s skilful performance, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t until the other instruments in the song began to play that you were truly dumbfounded. It sounded like they were coming from an old radio, just like the one your grandad also happened to own.

You were unsure of what to do. Call the police? The number was still pulled up on your phone. Confronting them might end up in you being attacked. But something about the music held you captive, it drew you closer a few steps. That was a mistake. One creak of your floorboards and the music was reduced to radio static. A glint of red shone through the dark as you stood there like a deer in headlights.

Piercing carmine eyes held your wide-eyed stare. They bore holes into you and you could have sworn you felt your skin burning. You didn’t so much as breathe as you waited for the shadowed figure to make their next move. The only light in the room came from the city beyond your curtains and the phone which was slowly slipping from your grasp. When it hit the floor, the stranger’s eye twitched before they turned around fully on the stool to look at you.

The lights in your apartment flickered on and you almost let out a scream at the sight of the creature posed at your piano. His wide uncanny grin held the sharpest teeth you had ever seen in your life. Just that alone was enough to make you want to turn in run. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“Ah, it seems I have an audience,” the voice came out like it was filtered, playing through the same radio that the instruments were coming from before. “I hope you don’t mind the impromptu performance. Your piano was simply too tempting to resist!” the make voice sounded smooth but with an edge of menace to it.

Torn between fear and curiosity, you hesitated with your next move. He just sat there grinning at you with wide eyes as he waited for your response. The crackling of a radio filled the void as you considered your options. This creature was such a stark contrast to your home and yet here he was, sat playing your piano as though he belonged. It was disturbing to say the least.

“What do you want?” you managed to choke out, your voice sounding quieter than you intended.

The creature chuckled as though you were the most amusing thing he had seen in a while. It send a chill down your spine as he crossed his legs and continued to eye you up without a change in his expression. That ever-present smile twisted as he spoke once more.

“Oh, nothing much, my dear. Just a bit of entertainment to lighten my mood,” he moved his hands as he spoke, swirling his wrists dramatically. “After all, what harm could a little music do?” with a flourish, he stood from the stool snd began inspecting various things in your living room. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he looked through your bookshelf silently.

You felt like the odd thing out right now despite this being your home.

You watched the creature as he looked at you over his shoulder before dissipating into the shadows. It happened so fast that is you blinked, you would have missed it. As you stood there, a new feeling of unease settled in the room. The piano beckoned you to it, its keys whispering a siren’s song that promised you happiness.

With trembling hands, you approached the instrument, still feeling the presence of the creature’s lingering charm. You couldn’t place what he was and that somehow felt worse than actually knowing. Your mind was trying to come up with any rational explanation for what just happened to you, but every string of thought came back blank. You started to consider the impossible and the supernatural. A wendigo, perhaps? The small, twisting horns on his head certainly suggested that but he didn’t look like any of the usual depictions of the folklore anomaly. What about a demon?

A demon.

Oh god, what if you just let a demon into your home? You stared straight ahead at the piano with fear building inside you. Despite your current mood, your hands rose to rest on the keys. There was an undeniable allure to the piano, a yearning to finish the demon’s song and fill the room with music that had been silenced for too long.

Taking a deep breath, you tentatively placed your fingers on the correct chords and hesitantly pressed down. The sound was uncertain at first, rusty and unpracticed. As you continued to play, however, the rhythm of it all came back naturally. You really hoped your neighbours wouldn’t mind you playing in the middle of the night.

With each note, you felt more at ease. It was a rather good distraction from what had just happened to you. You had almost convinced yourself you were just seeing things. With how exhausted you had been recently, you just chalked it up to being sleepy. The worries you had faded away and were replaced with the joy your music brought. You forgot about the intruder, going to bed, your unpaid bills, and all the responsibilities waring you down. All that mattered was the music, a beacon of light cutting through the dark that was your life at the moment.

As the final notes rang out, you closed your eyes with a peaceful smile. Whatever may come, you knew the music would always be there as a source of solace in times of need.

“Impressive, my dear. It seems you have a great talent for music,” a voice crooned in your ear, it dripped with honeyed malice, ��But imagine what you could achieve with a little…assistance.”

Your eyes snapped open as you pushed yourself backwards and put as much distance between you and the demon as possible. The piano stool was now lying sideways on the floor as you moved with urgency.

So you weren’t just seeing things because you were tired. There really was a demon in your home and he seemed pretty adamant on conversing with you. Despite his charming voice, you knew his words were not to be trusted. Not only had he broken into your home, he had played your beloved piano. And now he was trying to offer you something by the sounds of it. Classic demon stuff.

“What do you mean?” you asked cautiously, now happy with the distance you put between the two of you. The demon’s grin widened more than you thought was possible, more teeth visible than before. “I propose a deal,” he said, voice dripping with temptation. “I give you piano lessons, help hone your skills, and guide you on the path to fame and fortune. In exchange, when the time comes for you to depart this world and enter the depths of hell, your soul will belong to me.”

Your heart raced at the offer. The promise of fame and success would be tempting for almost anyone, but the thought of selling your soul to a demon made you reconsider. “Is it worth it?” you asked yourself but he obviously heard you.

“The pleasures of fame are beyond compare!” He exclaimed, arms gesturing widely. “It’s much better than that awful dead end job you have now, that’s for sure. Think of giving up your soul for this as a small price to pay for greatness.”

You didn’t know what drug he infused with his words, but they were seriously making you consider this. The thought of being a master pianist who was loved and admired by millions was a silly dream you had when you were a kid. Now it was a single hand shake away. It was almost too enticing to resist but deep down, you knew that no amount of fame was worth the cost of your soul.

With steely resolve, you met the demon’s eyes and shook your head. “I’ll pass.” you said firmly, your voice tinged with whatever confidence you had in you at that moment. Who knew what denying a demon his feed would do.

The entity’s eye twitched, a look of annoyance crossing his features. The grin he kept on his face turned tense as a glint of frustration passed through his glowing eyes. Suddenly, all those emotions were gone as he put on a bright persona again.

“Ah, well,” he dismissed casually, waving his hand as though the encounter never happened. “The offer still stands should you ever change your mind. Until then, I bid you adieu, my dear musician.”

With a flourish, the demon disappeared into the shadows. The light went with him and you were left to stand in the darkness. The only light was coming from your phone which still lay on the floor with the emergency services number on the dial pad.

You were truly alone with your thoughts now. The fading echoes of his proposal stuck with you. You turned back to the piano and glared through the dark to see a piece of paper sat against the music desk. At the top of the sheet, the name ‘Alastor’ was written in elegant cursive. It didn’t take an idiot to figure out that this was the demon’s name.

Judging by the way he left, you were certain that this would not be the last time you’d be seeing him.

part two

#alastor x reader #gender neutral reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #x reader #reader insert #vaudeville vows

214 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 11 months

Text

thinking about how i’m gonna do the rest of part 2….this is what happens when you only think about the main plot and not the bits in between

“your music is shit.”

➪ paring: hobie brown & gn!reader (platonic or romantic. up to your interpretation)

➪ warnings: y’all hating each other, swearing, crying, mentions of death

➪ tags: ‘enemies’ to lovers(?), sfw, english person written by a scot ✨

master post!

miguel loves making your life hell so putting you in with a bunch of teens the complete opposite of you was horrible.

you never wanted to be a spider-person in the first place. you had no strong sense of justice that could drive you towards doing things just for “the greater good”. some would call you selfish but you thought of it as just looking out for yourself.

being surrounded by people who had much stronger opinions than you made your head hurt. especially when you found out one of your new teammates was a punk…

you and hobie clashed immediately when you stated that the world wouldn’t just change overnight because some rich guy gets taken out of power.

every time you were in a room together there would always be an argument.

didn’t matter what the topic was, you’d both be at each other’s throats.

“i never fucking asked to be here okay?”

“then pack up and leave! i certainly ain’t gonna miss you.”

it’s gotten to the point where people just start leaving the room when the two of you walk in.

they’d rather do anything else than sit and listen to you both bicker like a married couple.

speaking of that, pavitr is convinced you both got off on the wrong foot and you really do like each other.

miles and gwen called him delusional…rightfully so.

there was one rare occasion however when the two of you were absolutely silent. everyone could tell there had been an obvious shift in hobie’s attitude towards you.

not seeing you try to murder each other was somehow more worrying than it happening.

little do the others know that hobie had accidentally walked in on something personal.

it was purely coincidence that he managed to catch a conversation between you and miguel.

“so i’m going to die?”

“yes. there’s nothing we can do to stop it. you will fight him when the time comes.”

hobie had never heard you so scared before for your own life. you were always so reckless on missions to the point he and the others had to save your ass quite a few times.

he hadn’t realised he’d spaced out until you ran into him while leaving.

your face was stained red from tears and the silence was so loud.

you didn’t say a word to him, just stared with hollow eyes. it was obvious you were trying to process the news miguel had unfortunately given you.

hobie didn’t say anything as the two of you walked side by side in silence all the way back to the group’s usual hang out spot.

he ended up taking you back through your portal home (albeit reluctantly after finding out your fate) and standing awkwardly in your apartment.

“you good, yeah?”

probably not the best thing to say to someone who just learned they were going to die sooner or later-

you only nodded and shuffled to your room, leaving him to head back through the portal to his dimension.

hobie didn’t have much of a liking towards you but he’ll be damned if he has to watch the others grieve you…

a/n: gonna make this in a few parts me thinks. makes it a bit more fun :)

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spider punk #atsv

190 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 11 months

Text

The spot

#i fucking love the spot so much it’s an illness #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #the spot

1K notes · View notes

spiderceo · 11 months

Text

“your music is shit.”

➪ paring: hobie brown & gn!reader (platonic or romantic. up to your interpretation)

➪ warnings: y’all hating each other, swearing, crying, mentions of death

➪ tags: ‘enemies’ to lovers(?), sfw, english person written by a scot ✨

master post!

miguel loves making your life hell so putting you in with a bunch of teens the complete opposite of you was horrible.

being surrounded by people who had much stronger opinions than you made your head hurt. especially when you found out one of your new teammates was a punk…

you and hobie clashed immediately when you stated that the world wouldn’t just change overnight because some rich guy gets taken out of power.

every time you were in a room together there would always be an argument.

didn’t matter what the topic was, you’d both be at each other’s throats.

“i never fucking asked to be here okay?”

“then pack up and leave! i certainly ain’t gonna miss you.”

it’s gotten to the point where people just start leaving the room when the two of you walk in.

they’d rather do anything else than sit and listen to you both bicker like a married couple.

speaking of that, pavitr is convinced you both got off on the wrong foot and you really do like each other.

miles and gwen called him delusional…rightfully so.

there was one rare occasion however when the two of you were absolutely silent. everyone could tell there had been an obvious shift in hobie’s attitude towards you.

not seeing you try to murder each other was somehow more worrying than it happening.

little do the others know that hobie had accidentally walked in on something personal.

it was purely coincidence that he managed to catch a conversation between you and miguel.

“so i’m going to die?”

“yes. there’s nothing we can do to stop it. you will fight him when the time comes.”

hobie had never heard you so scared before for your own life. you were always so reckless on missions to the point he and the others had to save your ass quite a few times.

he hadn’t realised he’d spaced out until you ran into him while leaving.

your face was stained red from tears and the silence was so loud.

you didn’t say a word to him, just stared with hollow eyes. it was obvious you were trying to process the news miguel had unfortunately given you.

hobie didn’t say anything as the two of you walked side by side in silence all the way back to the group’s usual hang out spot.

he ended up taking you back through your portal home (albeit reluctantly after finding out your fate) and standing awkwardly in your apartment.

“you good, yeah?”

probably not the best thing to say to someone who just learned they were going to die sooner or later-

you only nodded and shuffled to your room, leaving him to head back through the portal to his dimension.

hobie didn’t have much of a liking towards you but he’ll be damned if he has to watch the others grieve you…

a/n: gonna make this in a few parts me thinks. makes it a bit more fun :)

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #gender neutral insert #reader insert #gender neutral reader #across the spiderverse #atsv #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #sfw

190 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 1 year

Text

WORLD SWAP AU

warnings: slight scopophobia (fear of staring)

a/n: welcome to my funky lil au inspired by @aerkame and their ‘alive au’. i really like the idea of the puppets somehow ending up in the reader’s world and making their life ten times harder than it needs to be lol

master post

🌟 you were never a morning person so you always hit the snooze button the moment your alarm went off. you reached over like you usually do to your alarm clock but instead of the usual metal, you grabbed onto something soft and squishy like…felt? hold on-

🌟 you opened one eye only to come face to face with a little yellow puppet staring at you widely with a grin. it’s blue hair in your hands and nothing but staring between you both. time seemed to pause as you waited for your brain to catch up but then it suddenly spoke:

🌟 “…good morning, neighbour.” it smiled brightly.

🌟 you let out a screech that could burst eardrums and tried to put as much distance between you and this creature. you backed into the wall against the other side of your bed and just kept screaming bloody murder. the puppet was also screaming alongside you but it wasn’t scared, it was just copying you.

🌟 cut to a few minutes after and you are standing in your living room with all of the puppets crammed on your couch. they all came in varying sizes so it made their squeeze to fit rather difficult. the puppet who almost gave you a heart attack introduced himself as wally and then told you the names of all the others. the fact you even felt sane enough to sit and listen to them all talk over each other for your attention was a miracle. most people would have either fainted or gone back to bed in hopes this was just a bad dream.

🌟 for some reason, the shock of these living puppets in your home wore off pretty quickly. it was probably the idea of having to take care of them and the stress it would put you through that did it. no time to be in shock when your entire life needed to be rearranged.

🌟 none of the puppets could find a way to explain their situation. “one day we were playing, and the next we were here!” the one named sally exclaimed, using her arms expressively as she talked. it wasn’t like you were much help in this situation. you were just as confused as they were.

🌟 the rest of the day went by a bit chaotically. these new roommates of yours caused a lot of trouble. they didn’t know anything about the modern world apparently so you had to teach them like they were children. they asked about everything from the toaster to your toothpaste. curiosity was something they all didn’t lack.

🌟 keeping them entertained wasn’t a hard job. it meant that you could process your situation and figure out a way to send them back to where they came from.

🌟 frank was interested in your bookshelves. you found him reading pride and prejudice. the speed at which he read amused you greatly. they were practically flying through the pages.

🌟 you had to teach poppy how to use your kitchen. all she wanted to do was bake you a nice meal in thanks for welcoming them into your home — despite all the trouble it was going to cause.

🌟 you let julie try on all your clothes and have a fashion show with everyone. cleaning up after her was a haste but they offered to help clean up which was weirdly sweet.

🌟 wally had figured out how to use the tv but not entirely. you walked in on him watching static to which you asked “how long have you been staring at that?”. his response was “my eyes feel funny.”

🌟 sally has taken a liking to the random ornaments scattered around your house. she will randomly pick one up and come running to you to ask what it is. of course you’ll explain anything to her but it was strange that she didn’t know what a sea shell was…

🌟 eddie has started doing arts and crafts in bulk. frank said that he does it when he’s stressed. you’re not entirely sure how to relax him because it’s not like you can take a puppet to a spa or treat them to a nice meal-

🌟 barnaby has been following you around with perfectly timed jokes and sound effects. it’s starting to get on your nerves (especially when you’re trying to nap) but your hope that they’d soon return to whatever world they come from makes you tolerate it.

🌟 howdy hasn’t found something in your home he enjoys yet. he spends most of his time helping you with housework. his multiple arms and tall stature help when it comes to cleaning and reaching the top shelve. if you could choose any of them to stay it would definitely be him because he’s so kind and helpful — maybe you’d keep poppy around too because her meals are like heaven on a plate.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wh #reader insert #gender neutral insert #wally darling #eddie darling #frank frankly #julie joyful #poppy partridge #sally starlet #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle #fanfic

74 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 1 year

Text

i have something planned and i shall post it soon >:)

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wh

2 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 1 year

Text

These poor things!!!! 🥺

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wh

4K notes · View notes

spiderceo · 1 year

Note

Hey uh...idk if requests are closed but if not

Y\N just moved to neighborhood it's great it's grand everyone loves them yadda yadda

Here's the thing Y\N swears like a sailor....the puppets unfortunately picked up on it happily screaming the colorful words their new neighbor taught them

Y\Ns only thought right now is ".....oh no.."

THEY TAUGHT THE PUPPETS HOW TO SAY FUCK AND THEY CAN'T GET THEM TO STOP

WELCOME HOME NEED TO BE STOPPED !!!

summary: you move into the neighbourhood and bring some trouble with you

warnings: swearing (ofc lol)

a/n: just thinking about that tik tok audio where wally falls down the stairs. if you know, you know

master post

🍌 you’ve always had very colourful language and you can imagine the neighbourhood’s reactions when you first said the word “fuck” in front of them.

🍌 poppy always covers sally’s ears whenever you start wearing around her.

🍌 when julie asked what some swear words meant, and you explained it to her, she kept giggling. you explained to her to try an use them in a better context than just running up to frank and yelling “shit!” in his face.

🍌 wally once fell out a tree you were both sat in and swore like his life depended on it once he hit the ground. you had explained that swearing was a natural pain reliever and he took it very seriously.

🍌 “shit! fuck! bastard! ow!”

🍌 you were most definitely a contributing factor to the show being taken off the air /hj

🍌 frank is always reminding you that the more a person swears, the less vast their vocabulary is.

🍌 “that’s ridiculous. swearing does not mean i’m a fucking idiot.“

🍌 poor howdy suffers whenever you decide to rant to him. he sometimes considers washing your mouth out with soap to teach you a lesson-

🍌 barnaby has taken to using curse words in his comedy routines which A. does make some parts more funny, and B. worries you because it made you realise you’re a bad influence on these guys.

🍌 eddie was the last person you expected to start swearing so you can imagine the look of absolute horror on everyone’s faces when he said “holy shit” for the first time.

this made me giggle a lil bit so thank you for requesting ! i’ll get around to writing any other request you guys have given me when i have the time. i’m heading back to work on tuesday T-T

< previous post

#welcome home #welcome home arg #gender neutral insert #reader insert #wh #wally darling #julie joyful #frank frankly #sally starlet #eddie dear #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle #shitpost

27 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 1 year

Text

Shit post hc: Wally’s hair works like a shark’s nose. If he does the eye contact thing just punch his pompador, it stuns him for a few seconds

#help this is so funny #i love that man #welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling

103 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 1 year

Note

Can you make a hc of wally and the gang playing evade with the reader? if you don't know about evade, Evade is a game on roblox where you run away from the NPCS chasing you. You can revive players by carrying them away from the NPCS and revive them, You should look at the videos on tiktok for info or play it on roblox! (SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE OR BAD GRAMMAR. IM NOT GOOD AT EXPLAINING THINGS😭-)

WELCOME HOME PLAYS EVADE

ft. you!

warnings: none

a/n: this idea is so funny to me jshsjsh and don’t worry about anything being ‘cringe’. cringe culture is dead and this is a judgement free blog <3

also i’m just gonna assume that the neighbourhood has access to the internet and roblox for the sake of entertainment purposes lol

master post

🍬 when julie initially introduced the game to everyone, most of you were apprehensive. the game didn’t look like much from the description she gave you but now that you’ve been playing it for hours on end, you were most definitely wrong-

🍬 let’s just say there is always a lot of screaming (mostly from eddie and sally).

🍬 wally practically owns all the cosmetics in the game. goodness knows how he even managed that.

🍬 you are everyone’s saviour. you’ve ran out of fingers (and toes) to count the amount of times you’ve had to run into the direct line of danger to save frank or howdy from the jaws of death.

🍬 barnaby once got stuck in an emote and couldn’t figure out how to stop it while running. you’d just round a corner and there would be barnaby’s roblox avatar breakdancing as he screams for everyone to run in the other direction.

🍬 eddie, bless his heart, sacrifices himself for frank every time it’s needed. the gesture is cute but frank always tells him off for not playing the game correctly.

🍬 poppy usually sticks with you the entire game thanks to not being the greatest with technology. she is always asking what the mechanics of the game do whenever she forgets.

🍬 wally is such a cheat. if he can sacrifice any of you to save himself, he will. he finds it hilarious when you give him the biggest look of betrayal.

🍬 “i saved your skin! how could you?!”

i’ve only ever played evade a total of two times, both with my sister, so i tried to leave this kinda vague with just the general idea of the game in mind xoxo

next part >

#welcome home arg #welcome home #wally darling #julie joyful #frank frankly #eddie dear #sally starlet #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #barnaby b beagle #welcome home headcanons #reader insert #gn!reader

64 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 1 year

Note

Hi :3

Can (ofc if you want) do a wally x reader with ADHD or who has sensory issues? /Nf I love your work btw 😄 (this can be platonic or romantic)

WALLY DARLING HCS PT.4

pairing: wally & adhd!gn!reader (romantic or platonic — up to your interpretation)

warnings: mentions of overstimulation, mentions of vomiting

a/n: hello and thank you! as someone who has sensory issues myself and struggles a lot with them throughout the day, some of these are from personal experience. i was a bit tied on whether or not to post this because of that but decided that it would be better to do so — just in case there was someone out there who needed the comfort from this goofy lil puppet as much as i do <3

master post

★ wally’s hair is like the best thing in the world to you. styling it whenever you get bored and running your hands through it to ground yourself from a particularly busy day. he lets you do whatever you please with it despite being known for his protectiveness over it.

★ living in the brightest neighbourhood in the world can sometimes be a bit too stimulating. as much as you love the pretty colours and the cheerfulness of it all, there were some days where it all gets too much. whenever you have days like this, wally will happily retreat into your home with you to spend the day away from it all.

★ wally copies your stims. whenever you’re happy and stimming like you usually do, he will do it exactly as you do. whether it’s flapping your hands, listening to music, vocal stims etc. he is right there beside you doing the same. as long as you’re happy, wally is happy.

★ some days things can be too much to the point where it makes you nauseous and even sick. but never fear! wally is right there to care for you and help you in any way you desire — holding your hand, awkward hugs (he’s never been very good at them but he’s trying just for you), or letting you ramble about the things you love to him.

★ getting things done is tough and so is remembering. if there’s something you need to do then wally has most likely got it marked on his calendar and written on a list somewhere. if you forget, he is always there to remind you and help get the ball rolling if you feel stuck.

★ when you first brought up adhd to wally he didn’t quite understand. it took you having to explain it in simpler terms for him to fully get it.

★ “so your brain works in a different way? i get it now!”

★ wally is very patient with you unlike some people you’ve met in the past. he understands that sometimes you need support and sometimes you’d rather be alone. it took a while for him to get used to being without you sometimes but he’s trying his best just for you!

i’m really glad you’re all enjoying these hcs. because of this i’ve decided to write a lil story. it’s in the works still but i think you’ll enjoy it (hopefully) ^^

< previous part !!

#welcome home arg #welcome home #wally x reader #wally x y/n #wally & reader #wally darling #wh #welcome home wally #reader insert #gender neutral reader #x reader #wally x gn!reader

132 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 1 year

Text

So we all know that Wally is 12 apples tall, right?

If an apple is roughly 12 cm tall

Then that means that Wally is 144cm tall! How tall is that in feet?

WALLY IS AROUND 4'7".

#silly height for a silly guy #he’s literally perfect #wally darling

416 notes · View notes

spiderceo · 1 year

Note

Lol, I can’t help but imagine how Wally would react to a gothic, kind of grungy, reader. Just someone who wears black and white all the time, maybe with hits of darker blues or reds. I just find the idea amusing since the neighborhood and characters are all bright, fun colors while there’s just this one gothic person wearing spikes or something. Anyways hope you’re having a good day/night I’ve enjoyed your headcanons so far but make sure to not overwork yourself <3333

(Platonic or romantic I don’t mind what you pick)

WALLY DARLING HCS PT.3

pairing: wally & gothic!gn!reader (platonic or romantic — up to your interpretation)

warnings: none

a/n: you are such a sweetheart! thank you for the request <3 i hope you have a good day/night as well ^^

master post

⋄❥ never in his life had wally seen someone so…desaturated. living in the world of colour that was the neighbourhood never really exposed him to this sort of style.

⋄❥ when you first introduced yourself to everyone, there were so many questions about your clothes, your hair, and your makeup. you had to spend a while explaining what being a goth was to these bright and colourful puppets.

⋄❥ it was out of the blue one day when wally approached you and asked for help with picking an outfit.

⋄❥ you tried to decline, reminding him your tastes were very much different, but he was insistent on wanting your help and only you.

⋄❥ the two of you spent hours going through wally’s enormous (and seemingly never ending) walk in closet filled with a sea of rainbow items of clothing. it was during this time that he asked to dress the way you do.

⋄❥ because you had never been able to share your style before, you were ecstatic! wally was just as excited about it as you, copying your happy mannerisms with a bright smile and his monotone laugh.

⋄❥ you went to work —restyling his hair, lending him some of your clothes, doing his makeup. it was all very much fun. both of you were so joyful and being in each other’s company just seemed to increase the feeling tenfold.

⋄❥ at the end of the day, you showed off your hard work to wally in the mirror. he did a little twirl for you, delighted with himself.

⋄❥ “it certainly is different, neighbour, but a very fun different.”

⋄❥ on days where there wasn’t much to do, wally and you would swap clothes and make each other look completely different. he would ask questions about your style and incorporate your answers the next time you both dressed up.

⋄❥ it’s safe to say that despite your lack of colourfulness, you fit in very well with everyone in the neighbourhood. everyone, especially wally, adores you.

i hope you enjoyed this! i tried my hardest to figure it out jshjshbfjd as always, my asks are open if you have any questions or requests ^^

< previous part !!

next part !! >

#wally darling #welcome home #welcome home arg #wh #wally x reader #wally x gn!reader #gender neutral insert #reader insert #x reader #welcome home wally #wally darling x reader

480 notes · View notes