#A spider bitten by a radioactive pig

[curls-cat]

unpopular opinion but i feel absolutely no sympathy for miguel atsv

#he's mean to miles >:C #i know this is the villain loving website but half the pro-miguel stuff i see doesn't even acknowledge that he's a villain? #also he's. Wrong #spouse pointed it out after we left the movie but the very existence of peter porker proves him wrong #peter porker wasn't bit by a spider #he got bitten by a radioactive pig

[hobie-enthusiast]

FATES AND CANONS !

— hobie brown x gn!reader

— hobie brown and his six canon events

— angst, fluff, comfort, no happy ending (kinda?), petnames, major character death (twice, including reader), pretty long fic, might go against some comic canons, anarchist reader, cutesy kisses

— let’s play spot the tv girl reference 😜 anyway sorry for the delay ive been traveling, got sick, and now school starts next week, woohoo. so enjoy this for a little :)

The first canon event Hobie Brown experienced was being bitten by a radioactive spider.

But of course, that much is known. It’s the origin of every Spider-person in every dimension. That story has been over-told.

The real stories come from the preceding canon events, one that though every Spider-person goes through, it’s story-worthy each time.

—

The second canon event Hobie Brown experienced was the death of his best friend.

This friend was someone so dear to him, one he met at his lowest times on the streets. They picked each other up, helped each other out, and always had each other's backs. His best friend had big dreams just like him; stop the corrupt system of the Prime Minister and uplift the voices of the minorities. And his way of doing that was joining the police force, working on the inside to break it down and show others that the government is corrupt. Hobie had a friend on the inside, and together, they were able to stage protests and riots that were completely unbothered by the troops, thanks to his friend’s rank as captain.

Until he got infected with Norman Osborn's toxicity.

Hobie didn't realize it was him. He was bringing down those pigs left and right with his soundwaves, fighting for his side. He thought that there was no way he was in this. He was stronger than that.

But then he finished them all, and when the black goo disintegrated from the bodies, he saw that all-too-familiar person.

Hobie Brown had killed his best friend.

He was quick to run to his side, hands trembling. "Shit mate.. 't wasn't supposed t' be you."

"Hobie..?" His friend questioned, only then laughing quietly. "Hmm.. shoulda known my best mate t'was the coolest super in the world."

Quickly, Hobie moves his friend to a secluded alleyway, where he can take his mask off. There, his friend can see the way tears prick the corners of Hobie’s eyes. No one ever really sees him cry. This was a sight, a sad one at that.

"'m so sorry.." Hobie whispers.

His friend shakes his head. “Don’t be. Ya did good.”

Despite those words, Hobie couldn’t help but feel deeply guilty. He was just trying to do good? Why did this happen?

He was Spider-punk. Wasn’t he supposed to be able to save everyone?

“Ya gotta keep doin’ this.”

Hobie’s thoughts were interrupted as his friend grabbed his arm, gaining his attention. He was way worse looking than a couple seconds ago. Blood pooled around his stomach. Hands stained red from coughing it up. He wasn’t going to make it. Hobie knew that.

“Not killin’ your best friend, obviously.” He laughs at his own joke weakly. “But fightin’ for the people. They need ya, Hobie.”

Hobie nods in understanding. He promised him he would. It was always easier to make a dying person such bold promises. But Hobie could never give up on helping the people.

Even as his best friend takes his final breath, Hobie swore to protect the innocent. Even if he can’t save everyone, he’ll try his hardest.

Because that’s what he promised his best friend.

—

The third canon event Hobie Brown experienced was meeting the love of his life.

It was post concert; spirits were high and everyone was dying to meet the lead guitarist. Hobie’s onstage presence was something to marvel at, one that everyone adored.

You were no exception. You noticed the way Hobie was seemingly getting lost in the music. He was so passionate about his music, about what he performed. You admired that, truly. Not many musicians nowadays care about having a good onstage presence. Even with a band.

Lucky for you, your good friend was the bassist for the band. He was the one who invited you tonight, who wanted you to meet the band. He came out from backstage after the show and lead you to the dressing room.

“Alright mates, this is [Name].” Your friend points out each band member, stating their names before realizing something. “Aye, where’s ‘obie?”

His band didn’t seem to know, but you just shrugged it off. Though, you couldn’t deny the small sliver of disappointment that came with not meeting him. Soon, you excused yourself to grab some water, exiting the room.

What you didn’t expect was to run into someone.

“Crap, my bad. Didn’t see you there!” You immediately apologize, glancing up at the stranger.

Except it wasn’t a stranger. It was Hobie Brown. “‘s alright, swee’heart. No hard feelin’s.”

Hobie, after the show, decided to grab something to drink. He played a good show at the pub, so he rightfully thought he deserved it. But people were getting irritating, being touchy and pushy. He didn’t really appreciate that, and soon went backstage to find his bandmates.

When walking down the way, he said hello to a couple of the crew members. They were always considerate, doing their job correctly. Surely they deserve at least a wave and a verbal confirmation Hobie saw them.

Then, his spider-sense started tingling. Glancing around, he was quick to realize there was no true threat. But then he ran into you, and time seemingly stopped.

At the time, Hobie couldn’t describe the feeling of seeing you for the first time. It was like a part of him connected for the first time. You were a missing piece that he never knew he was even missing. But why did his senses go off for you?

“Actually, you’re Hobie, right?” You question, pointing up at him. “I’m a friend of the bassist in ‘ur band. It’s nice to meet you.”

Hobie muses. “Pleasure’s all mine, darlin’. C’mon, ‘ll take ya back t’ ‘em.”

The guitarist would be lying if he said he didn’t take you in the wrong direction for a little while. He wanted to get to know you more. And you weren’t complaining. Hobie was an incredibly charming guy.

The rest of the night was spent chatting with him. You couldn’t seem to leave him alone, and Hobie couldn’t keep his eyes off of you either. The two of you worked well together, and everyone in the band seemed to notice.

So Hobie slipped his number into your pocket, giving a kiss on your cheek. Bold, sure, but he had to make his move. Nobody has ever made him feel this way.

He can’t let you slip from his fingers.

—

The fourth canon event Hobie Brown experienced was giving up his mask.

Being Spider-punk was not everything Hobie cracked it out to be. He was constantly putting himself in danger, and you in the process. Everything was just so tiring. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He finally caught his breath after a confrontation, sliding down against the wall. He panted heavily, clutching tightly on his guitar. He barely made it out.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell..” He muttered, coughing and hacking.

Hobie Brown was tired of this. He stood up, taking off the parts of his suit that came undone. Searching for a nearby garbage, he found one. Then, Hobie simply shoved his suit into it messily.

Staring down at the bin, he slung his guitar on his back. Then he just.. walked from the alleyway, never taking a second glance back.

The walk back home to you was long, considering he didn’t swing there. But when he made it, he let himself into the door, placing his guitar on the table. His eyes caught you in his peripheral vision.

You glance from the counter, giving a smile. “Hey, Hobes! How was-” Your words fall short at the solemn expression he wore. “What happened?”

Your boyfriend stayed silent as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Nothin’.. ‘s all done..”

“Done? What do you mean?”

He sighs, face in your shoulder. Should he even-?

Of course he should.

“I gave it up. ‘m done bein’ Spider-man. A symbol.. or whateve’.”

You turn your body to face him, taking his hands to analyze him. You frown, eyes narrowing as he just stares down. When was the last time you saw Hobie so.. defeated?

Then, a sigh. “Hobes.. listen..”

You move your hands to cup his face, lifting him to face you directly. His tired eyes meet yours, and you give a smile.

“You can’t give it up. This is your favourite thing to do for the people.. Being their voice. But it’s okay to take breaks.” You start, gently stroking his cheek. “‘s not selfish.. you’re trying to be the best for them. To fight for them. But you can’t do that if you’re so tired, my love..”

Hobie chuckles quietly, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Always the wise one..” Is all he mutters.

You muse, rubbing his back gently. “Let me take care of you tonight. Please.”

“…mmkay...”

And you surely took care of him. You cooked for him. You cleaned up his wounds. You cuddled with him in bed. Anything to help Hobie feel better from such a long day. Even then.. from such a long and tiring career.

Hobie is so incredibly thankful for everything you do. The way you’re so tender with him. The way you just seem to know what to do to help him. You’re so incredible to him.

So he whispers a simple ‘thank you, swee’heart’ to thank you, finally letting his body rest and recuperate to continue his work in the coming days.

—

The fifth canon event Hobie Brown experienced was kissing the love of his life upside down.

It was cheesy, as Hobie and you could describe it. But he had just taken down some more corrupt government, seeing victory shine in his eyes. On top of that, he previously asked you to marry him, and you saying yes only added to his wonderful day.

Of course, your shared idea of marriage was different. In short, he put one of his rings on yours to be the symbol. The two of you would spend a day together, forge a silly little paper to say your married, sneak it in the courts, and call it a day. The perfect wedding for the perfect anarchist couple.

After his successful take down, he swung to the neighborhood you two lived in. It was quaint, you both preferred it that way. Somewhat safer as well.

He heard you earlier say you had to head to the corner shoppe, so that’s where he went. He lied on the rooftop with a perfect view of the entrance. Then, all he had to do was sit, and wait to see your pretty face walk out.

When you did, he turned himself upside down to hang on the side of the building, calling out to you. “Back from a day’s work of corrup’ gover’ment take down.”

You glance down the alleyway the voice came from, an amused smile cornering your lips. You glance around before making your way towards Hobie. Gently placing down the groceries, you glance up at him.

“Hope all that blood and ego doesn’t rush to your head, hanging upside down like that.” You tease.

“Can’t help how cool I truly am.” He replies, lowering himself so that he’s now at your level, still upside down. “You seem t’ think so too. Wha’s that on ‘ur finger, hm?”

“Geez, this gonna be a regular thing?” You fake a groan, hands finding placement on Hobie’s cheeks.

“‘s like y’know me so well..”

You stare at your fiancé for a while, just admiring him. The way he seemingly gave no care to anyone who judged him. He lived so freely, teaching you how to follow after him. Hobie Brown was so magnificent.. and here he was, at your every whim.

Before you knew it, your fingers began taking off the lower bit of his mask. Rolling it up, to reveal his beautiful lips, lip piercing shining in contrast to his beautiful skin.

“Wha’s this for?” He questions, hands holding tightly onto your now dropped ones.

You smile. “Such a.. silly reason, I’m afraid.” You mutter, leaning into his body. “I just wanted to kiss you..”

Then you lean in, kissing Hobie gently. His lips immediately match yours, taking in the warmth you provide. The kiss is so loving.. so incredibly beautiful. It is your first engaged after all.

Even when you pull away, a smirk plays at his lips. He brings his hands up to cup your face, pulling you in for another long kiss. He just can’t ever get enough of you.

Hobie never did believe in canon events. Of course he’s experienced so many with you now. But he can’t help but still keep his belief away from the idea. Because that could lead to your demise.

And Hobie will be damned if you die on him.

—

The sixth canon event Hobie Brown experienced was losing the best thing to ever happen to him.

It was a protest gone wrong. You both agreed to march the front lines, to protest for a better living wage for the lower class. Something the two of you have been fighting for for months on end.

Government never liked protests.

Of course, they sent their force to shut it down. To “stop any future damage”. But that was only a front. The pigs sent down actually stormed the crowd of protesters, putting their hands on anyone they could find.

Hobie quickly took on his Spider-punk role, defeating anyone he can before it happened. He saved a ton of lives, swiping them away from the police before webbing the bad guys to buildings. Things were going good for him. Until the explosion.

He just landed on a building to try and observe who still needed help. His eyes caught you shoving down a cop onto the ground, and his smile under the mask grew. You glanced up at him, giving your own smile, and a wave.

Hobie was about to swoop down to come grab you, but the cop got up, through his explosive to the ground. It rolled right next to your feet.

“Shit! [Name], watch-!”

But his words were too late. The explosion sent you flying into the side of a building, back thrown against it harshly. Almost everyone began scrambling after that, running from the scene. But not Spider-punk. He immediately made it to you, picking up your weak body.

His breathing picked up. “No.. no, ‘s not like this. Jus’, hang on.” He whispered over and over, swinging to a nearby rooftop.

You groan, already feeling the crimson liquid leak from your head and stomach. Everything was blurry, like a daze. Yet Hobie’s face was clear and recognizable. Even under his mask, he showed such obvious signs of worries, even regret.

Eventually, he drops his own body to the ground, yanking his mask off. His hands immediately hold your again.

“Damn.. just like.. that, hm?” You managed, body already showing the signs of shutting down. “Hurts, y’know?”

“Don’’ you dare give up on me.” Hobie muttered, ripping off the sleeve to his suit. “‘s all gonna be fine.”

You laugh weakly, head thrown back. “Dunno if I’ve got a choice, Hobes..”

With careful fingers, Hobie ties his sleeve around the wound. He didn’t want to hurt you more, but the bleeding had to stop before getting any worse. A small part of him knew it was hopeless. Futile, even. He was almost back in the beginning. When he was barely starting out in his duties, and he failed to save his good friend. Now he failed to save you. Here you were, dying in his arms.

Hobie took a deep breath. “Ya can’t.. swee’heart, c’mon..”

“Don’t be sad, Hobes..” You whisper, hand finding his cheek. “I wanna see you smile..”

Of course you would request that, only you. He gives such a weak laugh, one that brings the best smile he can manage. But it quickly turns back to sadness.

Then, a smile graces your face. “God.. I love that smile..” You whisper, coughing weakly. Blood seeps through the cloth on your stomach. You were losing it.

“‘m gonna miss ya, swee’heart.. s’much..” Hobie says, tears falling from his eyes.

“I know, Hobes.”

Hobie doesn’t remember the last time he let himself cry like this. Maybe when he was a kid? When his best friend died? Who knows. But now, now his tears wouldn’t stop flowing, nose sniffing over and over again.

Why can’t you just stay?

“I have’ta go..” You say sadly, almost as if reading his thoughts. “Don’t you dare.. stop bein’ a hero, ya hear? I’ll rise just to smack you..” Were your next words, almost as if reprimanding him.

Once again, Hobie laughed his quiet laugh. “Well now I neve’ can.. Jus’ f’you..” He says in a whisper.

You feel your breathing start to fall short, coughing and hacking. Hobie holds you tighter, whispers of “I love you” and “I’ll miss you” exchanged over and over.

“I love you.. Hobie Brown..” Were your last words. “My Spider-punk..”

And then.. you were gone. Just like that.

—

“Hobie? Hobie!”

Gwen had to call out to him a mere three times before he came back to. His eyes shut and opened as he remembers where he was. Right, Spider-society. Gwen and him were walking and chatting.

“Righ’, sorry Gwendy.”

Gwen waves it off. “Don’t even worry. Anyways, I heard about a couple new recruits.”

Hobie listened to his younger friend talk and talk, but his mind was elsewhere. Today was a particularly.. memorable day. He just couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. Normally Hobie wouldn’t complain.. but he misses you.

His thoughts circle him too much, and next thing he knows, he bumped into another Spider-totem.

“Crap, my bad. Didn’t see you there!”

…what?

Hobie knows that voice. Of course he does. He glances down at the stranger, finally seeing the face he missed so much. The face his nights yearned to see again. The face he missed screaming and supporting him at his concerts. The face of you.

“…uhm, are you okay? Oh my god I didn’t hit you that hard, did I?”

Gwen glanced back from her spot, noticing the scene occurring. Her eyes widen. Oh no..

She immediately walks to the two of you, chuckling awkwardly. “Hey! So sorry, he’s in a little daze today! C’mon Hobie!”

You glance up at the guy again, finally getting a good look at him. But he’s just staring. His eyes are seemingly.. longing. They’re lonely, that much you can tell. He has a demeanor about him.. one that reminds you of someone. Even his face looks familiar.. wait!

“What a coincidence!” You suddenly say. “My boyfriend’s name is Hobie! From my dimension at least.”

Hobie finally snapped from his trance, your words reaching his ears. “How.. coinciden’al..” He whispers.

“Well.. it was nice to meet you, Hobie.” You smile, offering out a hand for him to shake. “Hope t’ see ya around!”

He shakes your hand and.. oh does the contact feel so good. But he doesn’t linger. Hobie simply watches you walk off, that same cheerful demeanor reflecting in your every step.

Of course it felt like you got away again. And he had almost no doubt that the Hobie you love so dear will meet a demise. But he’ll stick with you. Stick with being your friend and being there when you need him.

Because Hobie would walk through this pain a thousand times if it meant you were in his life again.

#NEW ARTICLE || OUT NOW !! #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv hobie

[fandomnerd9602]

Please at beast lab, Monica staring at her dead boyfriend Spider M!web!reader from her world and his pregnant girlfriend Mj, talking to beast about their unborn son

Monica: “So how long are you? *looking at Mj pregnant belly*

Madame Web: “my grandson due date is on Christmas”

Spideypool: “I’m the godmother” *tearing up*

Spider ham: “And I’m the

godfather “

Monica: is that a talking pig?!

Ham: technically I was a spider bitten by a radioactive pig

Monica: what?

Y/N: don’t worry. Any way, Mj and I are about have a little baby shower if you want to come with us

Monica: okay! Thanks

Mj wraps Monica in a sisterly hug…

MJ: I just might name you godmother

Spideypool: hey! That’s my title!!!

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #spider society #spider man #monica rambeau #Mary Jane x reader #mary jane watson #mj x reader #mj

[womanofwords]

Spider-Army

Miles: What are you doing? Pavitr: Bringing food to the colony of spiders that live in Peni's room. Miles: I'm sorry, WHAT?! Gwen: You know how Peni has a psychic bond with the spider that bit her? Miles: Yeah . . . Gwen: Well, that spider, named Spider, is a girl. And spiders can lay up to 1,000 eggs at a time. Pavitr: Yeah, Spider's got a lot of babies to look after. Good thing Uncle Porker's helping them out. Miles: Uncle Porker? Pavitr: Yeah, Peter Porker used to be a spider until he got bitten by a radioactive pig, so he's helping out with stuff. Miles: Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting that. Gwen: Because everyone else got bitten by a spider. Miles: Gwen: Miles: How about we stay away from her room for a little while. Gwen: Works for me! Pavitr: I hope you're speaking for yourselves because I really need to drop off this food. *pulls out a giant tray of delicious Indian food* Miles: DO YOU HAVE HAMMERSPACE TOO!?

#creative writing #my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writers #writeblr #writerscommunity #incorrect spiderman quotes #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #peni parker #peter porker #hammerspace

[trrickytickle]

You've Got The Face On

A/N: GWEN GWEN GWEN SPIDER-GWEN MELOVE!! She's actually one of my favorite lees in these movies but I hadn't done any fics. Anyhoo. I say this is for myself, but this is revenge for YOU!!! yes yes yes, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! THIS IS REVENGE FOR BEING SO NICE TO ME!!!!!!! One moment, Gwen's distraught at the fact she can't see the few friends she cherishes- especially the one who made her never take the risk of friendship again. The other, she's laughing on the floor at the touch of her new friends.

There was one place that could exist many Peter Parkers.

An array of many different versions of the nerdy kid bitten by a radioactive spider gathered in Miguel O'Hara's secret spider society- some more similar, some much too similar- (since when did he have a clone!?) and some bitten by a radioactive pig. So many Peters- yet none from Earth-63.

None were hers.

Gwen Stacy, for lack of a better word, was sulking. Familiar faces and familiar names held different memories and things to heart and she couldn't help it. She wanted her memories. The things she held near and dear. Unable to hold it, a strained sad sob slipped out the quiver of her lips under the gap in her teeth which bit back the same somber noise. The one other Spider-Man- not Peter- that she wanted to see more than anything in the multiverse, wasn't even invited. Forbidden- cast out by the same people he wanted to meet more than anything.

She tried to shake it off, drumming loudly over the strangely poetic sadness in her mind. The snares hid the sobs and stored away the anger, and as the beat built up- and up- and up and up and up- it stopped, with a clatter of drumsticks on the wooden floor.

She cried. She cried, and cried, and cried. Anguish was present in her low, demure voice, forming in the raspy calls from a closed throat, which recieved a catatonic response of spider chatter and futuristic ambience. The room was empty already, but it felt more hollow than it was. The cramped practice room for some silly soon-to-be band that won’t soon come to be because of her stupid social skills was now a cave where her distress lined the noiseless walls.

Gwen hiccupped, laying face-first on a tom as her tears pooled up. The cries grew loud, desperate and lonely - but all of a sudden, the plastic footsteps of Chuck Taylors paced her way, and inconsistent flecks of color glowed.

Hobie Brown. "Gwen." "Gweeeeen." "Gwen-dy!" "Gwendolyn!"

She choked back yet another sob, sitting up with tears welling in her eyes. Hobie walked over to her drum set, kicking away the drumsticks she held absentmindedly and taking off his mask to lend a snake-bitten smile, the sight of which made Gwen grin back apprehensively.

"So, wasson your mind? Gwen? Gwen?- Gwendy!!" Hobie bugged the girl, pulling at her hoodie and jabbing her in the ribs- the latter of which caused her breath to hitch not out of sadness but a reaction she couldn't deny. A small giggle escaped her- and on the inside of her heart, (seemingly made of stone- like a veneer on the inside to cover the softer side of the silly girl), she had hoped Hobie didn't care and continued crying, swallows and whimpers building this time out of gratefulness, practically enveloping the posh punk into a hug.

She wasn’t alone. Hobie still wasn’t quite who she was expecting, but that didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate him. The silent embrace, broken by only a few sobs was quickly cut off, when-

THWIP! THWIP!

"Gwen! What's wrong!?" Pavitr exclaimed. "I heard drumming- like, angry drumming- and then just like that- nothing, and you're crying. Oh, you're crying. Oh, Gwen!"

"...mmImissMiles..." she muttered. A whimper turned into a sniffle, and then a small well of tears dripping down her weary eyelids.

"Hey, hey, uh'know what he said, but- we’ll find a way.” Hobie said. “It’s really fookin’ rank- the fact you can’t see him.”

“Hey-” Gwen sniffled. “It’s not like you guys can help it.” Gwen averted her gaze, burying her head in Hobie’s denim jacket. “It’s just- it’s- I- I just… I never thought I’d make friends. But I did- and why do I lose them just as quickly!?” There was an aggressive prickle building with her tears. “I’m practically cursing you guys.”

”Gwen! Look at me!” Pavitr piped up. “I-I mean, look at you! You’re a blessing.” He shook the cold shoulders of the Ghost-Spider suit, while Gwen clung to the chest of Hobie’s buttoned jacket. “Miguel chose you! And even if you probably won’t see Peter again- Hobie’s probably going to find a way to voip Miles on in here!” The punk gave Pavitr a high-five, the resounding thwap! of palms making the corners of Gwen’s lips perk up into a small smile. At the sight, Pav smirked, a saccharine glint shining in his bright eyes…

”….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwww, you’re smiling!” He coyly batted his eyes. “Mission accomplished, Hobie! Gwen’s smiling!”

Gwen giggled, averting his hyperbolic gaze. “Am not.” Her expression shifted to an ingenuine pout, shoving Hobie as she wiped her puffy eyes.

The punk inched forward to hold her tighter- in a constricting, friendly embrace- well, more of a suplex.

“Are too. C’mere, you.” As Hobie’s arms clenched tighter, Pavitr ran at Gwen and wrapped her into a (less bone-crushing) hug, coifed hair brushing at the Spider-Woman’s shoulderblade.

In that moment, the small band-room felt fuller than it was. The three stood squarely in the middle of the room, both boys squeezing Gwen tightly as to wring out the tears. She thought of practices and pranks and their faces after placing cling wrap on Miguel’s office door and how stupid they felt after remembering he had spider-senses and how much trouble they got in and Pavitr helping with her homework and Hobie being livid at her and Pavi for washing his favorite pair of crust pants and their songwriting sessions and —SQUEAL!!!

The warmth of nostalgia prickled into the cold jittery feeling of a squeeze from behind to the white-clad sides.

“Hey, hey, don’t, that really tickled.. Don’t!” Gwen attempted to shove Pavitr, who laughed in an infliction a little too evil for her liking. Hobie let out a small chuckle. Too. late. Both of her new friends had her surrounded, the one thing currently on their mind being to exploit this knowledge for all they could.

“Don’t? Y’take me for a pillock? You really expect us not tuh’ tickle you after you so frantic’lly announced y’r weakness? Keep hold of her.” Hobie told Pavitr, who poked where the armpits met the shoulderblades and played at the ribs. The punk’s umber hands were unintentionally strategically around her ribs and torso, resulting in both boys scheming to make her laugh until her ribs hurt- by targeting the area.

“Ehe-HEEyouguyssuck-yousucksomuch! A-haha-ha-ha-ha-ha!! Sto-hoooopit! Na-nnh!! Ha-hahaha-haha! Nnstoppit! StahahahaAAAA!!” Gwen writhed out of the spider-strength hold, thrashing so much as if it was a testament to her ticklishness, almost pushing Pavitr down on the hardwood floor.

“Oh, come on, Gwen! What’d you expect- like come ON!” Pavitr teased, immediately flipping Gwen over with the thwoop of a bangle, which spun her arms to the plywood.

“We’d toooooooootally wanna try.” He straddled her waist, digging his fingers into her midsection, made smooth and sensitive by the fibers of her costume.

Pavitr’s dextrous digits were tickling as fast and as sporadically as he could talk, and switching techniques faster than he could save face in front of Inspector Singh. He went from poking rapidly in areas which ignited a loud noise- something like “-SQUEEEEE!!-” , or “AH! NAHAhatthere!” or “Ple-HEEASE!”- to name a few, skittering lightly over skin which required only the lightest flit of fingers, making Gwen give out giggly, wheezy and awkward laughter. All while Hobie, sitting at her spider-webbed arms, was strumming in her exposed armpits as he would consistently copy the most complicated guitar riffs he knew, in total smug silence.

”HOBIE! hee-HEEH! GahahET OUTTA THERE!”

The punk mockingly traced at her pits, singing as if he were playing. “Destination uu~nknown-”

”NO-ho-HA!! Eeeee!” Gwen squealed, thrashing with every touch. The pleas she had uttered fell on deaf pierced ears.

“Ruby, Ruby, Ruby Soho… “

”You two-hoo—HA! Heh-hahaha-AAH!”

”What izzit, Berkley, m’trynna concentrate on playun th’ guitar!!” Hobie, preoccupied with yet another riff (underneath Gwen’s own admittedly adorable screaming laughter, she could make it out as Anarchy by Sex Pistols) spat sarcastically, earning a chuckle from Pavitr. Gwen thought Hobie had mercy on her for only a split-second, before she realized that he only freed his right hand from her hollow to high-five a poking and prying Pavitr… who smirked.

Pav never smirked- unless he was planning something (typically a crafty scheme or a juvenile prank.) He would smile. He’d beam. He’d even grin. But not a smirk. A smirk was when you knew you were fucked. And fucked Gwen was.

”No! No. Pav-PAVI. Do not touch the Conv-”

Her teal Chucks were practically thrown off by Pavitr, who smiled up at Hobie- and Gwen, indirectly, who gulped and let out a “meep!” Slowly (kinda-sorta for once), he’d drag his fingers up and down her socked feet, causing her to titter and resist- until they were lifted, little by little, revealing bits of her sheer nylons which he sent a barrage of quick fingers at. Eventually, due to Gwen’s tortured thrashing, the socks came off- and the floodgates opened.

”AAAAAAAH-hee-hee-hee-heehee-HyEEEEE! EEE-ahaha-huh-HUH-HA! AhahahA it’s so bad ICAN’T guysguysguys EEEEEEEEEEheeheehoohuh-hUHAHAH-HAAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA- wheezeAAAAAAHHhahahHHHHhahahhstoppitnotthefeetNNNGHHHHNGHheehee-h-”

Ghostly silent laughter. Gwen still thrashed, sides hurting from not the dirty trick her friends had played, and needing a serious breather. Thankfully, Hobie laid off on the picking and strumming and fretting and whatnot. Pavitr wasn’t so quick to catch on, but stopped a few seconds after him. She caught her breath, clutching her stomach covered in scars of phantom feelings.

It was laughable. Earlier that day, Gwen was griefstricken about the distance of her few peers, heartbroken and filled with longing. But now, she was wishing death upon the new connections she’d made- still feeling the barrage of chords on her armpits, shaking off the fact that her ticklishness could be taken advantage of anywhere, anytime, by anyone-

”Please don’t tickle me. Again, or like, ever.”

”Is that a challenge?” Pavitr said, quirking up an eyebrow. “I’d love to partake in such a thing, honestly. It’s fun seeing you-”

”I’m eating all your bhuja.” Gwen deadpanned. “Or leaving only the peas. Whichever’s worse.”

”Well I reckon we skip practice today. I got plenty of guitar in today.” Hobie smirked at Gwen, urging Pav to taunt her as well. “Isn’t that right, Gwendy-wendy-bendy-fendy-mendy-” They wriggled their fingers in her face, giggling at her pout and furrowed brow.

Gwen shook the thought creeping in her mind off. No. Not the time to think about that.

#tickling #tickle community #tword #tk fic #tickle fic

[kanerallels]

Me, in the middle of the night a couple nights ago: Wait if Spider-Ham got bitten by a radioactive pig does that mean he was a spider before? Cause where else would the spider part come from? Hahahaha what a wild thought

Me, rewatching ITSV last night and reaching the scene where Spider-Ham does his backstory: Wait a second--

#IT SHOWS HIM AS A SPIDER BEING BIT BY A PIG #I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS COMMON KNOWLEDGE BUT IT WASN'T TO ME #just when you think this guy can't get any weirder #you find out that he's?? a spider?? that got transmogrified into a pig?? #i think??? #spider ham #into the spiderverse #into the spider verse #itsv #spider man into the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse

[im-a-luxury]

no bc the way that being bitten by a radioactive spider isn’t even a “canon event”. the way that ham, noir (in the comics), jess, and miguel, weren’t bitten by radioactive spiders. (radioactive pig, the spider god, and random spider dna respectively). the way that the true spider-person “canon event” isn’t suffering, isn’t love, isn’t even power, it’s realizing that you can be a hero. the way that the true “canon event” is getting up and never stopping, realizing that you can help people. the way that the true canon event is literally a spider-person always gets up. the way that the true canon event is a leap of faith. the way that spider-people shouldn’t be defined by death, pain, suffering, or sadness, but by courage, bravery, and compassion. the way that spider-man isn’t a random “superhero” with weird powers, but their a good person who wants to make a difference. the way that, in our own ways, we are all spider-man.

#sorry this is weird #just needed to get it it out of brain #or else i would explode #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderverse

[sporesgalaxy]

Also not what your looking for but Spider-Ham is a spider that was bitten by a radioactive pig!

yeap i know him from spiderverse movie 1

#asks

[ask-the-prowler]

Did you know that spiderham is actually a spider who was bitten by a radioactive pig

These Spidermen names are ridiculous, and huh?

What??

#Spiderham???? #the writers on drugs atp #and theyre not tryna hide it #prowler miles #miles g morales #atsv miles 42 #miles molares #across the spiderverse #miles gonzalo morales #ask the prowler #miles 42 #miles morales prowler #atsv prowler

[sir-adamus]

there’s the question of why Miles gets sent to Earth-42 instead of 1610, with the reasoning being that his mutated DNA from his spider comes from that Earth

thing is the first movie sets up a precedent for that - the inciting incident that pulls Gwen, Peni, Ham and Noir to Earth-1610, but only Noir and Peni are actually counterparts to Peter, Gwen got bit instead of Peter and Ham is the spider, who was instead bitten by a radioactive pig

so what the collider latched onto was the spider DNA and its alternate counterparts in the other dimensions

which may also be why the Earth-42 spider wound up in 1610 in the first place (because it seems like an odd thing to show up in the testing), it may have emerged through an earlier test of the machine but Gwen arrived a week earlier than the incident as well

...this is another nail in the coffin for Miguel’s thesis, because even if Miles being at the collider is why 1610 Peter died, he’s only there because the spider bit him, and that’s then because Peter got his head shoved into the collider while it was active in the first place and the Earth-42 spider got pulled into 1610 before it could bite that universe’s Miles - it’s a time loop and things then always had to be heading in that direction

#Across the Spider-Verse #ATSV spoilers

[marythedestroyer]

COLUMBO : ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

C: Ah, Mr. O’ Hara! Do you have a second?

M: ....Make it quick. im busy.

C: Of course sir. this will only take a second. Y’see, I was doing research on dis canon event sir...

M: You’re a spiderman lieutenant.. I’ve taught the whole society in here. You should know about the key that makes us... us.

C: Oh, i know all about sir!

M: Oh, do you now...? Are you gonna hurry up? This is already pointless.

C: oh i dont think so sir.. ya see.. it made so much sense when you explained it.. but in this theory-

M: Theory? Can’t you get it through your thick head. look around you talk anyone here. bitten by a spider and lost a loved one.

C: what about Peter Porker sir? bitten by a radioactive pig... He was already the spider.

M:... what is this about?

C: Then...i thought maybe you just have to bit by radio active anything?

But.. sir. I was doing sum research on you-

M: Why in the world would you do that?

C: its kinda part of my job

M: Columbo.. you’re not in the police station right now-

C: Sir. Why werent you bitten by radioactive spider? Plus there are quite a few spider people that werent bit either.

M:... what?

C: You had a lab accident. Did you not?

M:…

C: I remember you saying that you have to get bit by radioactive spider?

M: ….. yes.

C: Gee, dats funny ain’t it?.. Another thi-

M: I don’t have any more time for these useless questions.

C: Please sir. Just give me a moment.

M: You’ve already had a moment Columbo. I’m sick of you asking me these stupid questions. I want you leave me alone.

C: I have question about Miles sir.

M: .. What about Him?

C: My wife always talks about how What if i didnt get bit. She always makes me think about it. My life would be so much different huh? *chuckle* Jeez loui-

M: WHAT ABOUT MILES?

C:... Im sorry sir i didnt mean to upset ya. But where was i?-

M: Miles.

C: Oh right! So ive been thinking.. If theres a universe where Miles was supposed to get bit. but he didnt. And the miles that were after. wasnt supposed to get bit. Which caused Peter parker to die Even though he wasnt supposed to. Then why is the universe still in tact? I just think you’re going too hard on dat kid. He’s still learning!

M:...

C: I’m sure you have answer! You can explain to me later. You said you were busy......

Oh... Just one more thing.. Y’know How- .... I hate to remind ya but.. Do ya know how you tried to replace yourself in a different universe. but it got destroyed.....didnt you say that was a canon event?

Well doing my research... its seems that was actually caused by a “Multiversal Incursion“....

M: I want you to stop talking to me.

C: Why are you in charge? You werent bit, you dont have an uncle and.... you were supposed to die.

You always talk about these canon events but.. its seems to me. You dont know much about them.... do you sir?

#columbo #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #fake script

[princess-of-the-corner]

Spider Ham is also technically a Spider he was bitten by a radioactive pig.

I always forget that.

[rockyjunerose]

Alright, let's do this one last time-- ⚡💜💖💚

My name is Joelle Ji (冀).

I was bitten by a radioactive spider. But turns out it had a symbiote inhabiting it!

And for the past 2 months, I've been the one and only Orchid-Spider. Saved a bunch of people. May have pissed off some people. Saved the city once. Sometimes a buddy to Spider-Woman and sometimes a buddy to Deadpool. Depends on how I'm vibing.

I'm on some kids' backpacks. A few stickers on some street signs. And most likely on the watchlist for most of the pigs in the city. Not just excluding cops.

But after everything...

I still love being Orchid-Spider.

#digitalart #originalart #art #rockyjune #digitalillustration #marvelfanart #spidersona #spider oc #spiderverse fanart #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman #spiderman fanart #spider woman

[moffster-37]

so there’s spider-ham who was a spider bitten by a radioactive pig, so would there also be a spider-man who’s a spider bitten by a radioactive person? i feel like there’d have to be right?

#spiderman across the verse #spiderman atsv #spiderman itsv #spider ham #peter porker #spiderman

[hammrspace]

° • there's something to be said about how peter has dreams/nightmares about his life before being spider-ham, and how consistently he reminds people that actually, i'm technically a spider, i was just bitten by a radioactive pig. it's such an interesting character choice to me- especially with how long he's been spider-ham- to have him insist on that fact abt himself. he only really refers to himself as a pig for the sake of a joke ("what a pig" "i'm right here >:[") or when he isn't in costume, but otherwise it's always no, i'm a spider. he treats it as a fun fact but its so so so interesting how firm he is about that part of his identity.

#° • character study

[frankendykes-monster]

Just now realized that the cut Spider-Ham dialogue from Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse (2018) doesn't make any sense. Peter Porker was a spider bitten by a radioactive pig so how was his uncle turned into bacon.

#im aware people eat spiders but people eat the whole spider not just strips