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demonlattee · 18 hours

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Me with my favorite character, my pookie whom I love with all my heart, ready to beat him up just for the hell of it

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juniperarts · 9 months

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Imagine these two meeting for the first time

This is completely based off of a scene from my fav ATSV fic

#atsv #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #spider noir #miles morales #pavitra prabhakar #into the spider verse #itsv #itsv noir #my art

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mimsilverarts · 9 months

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Funny Screenshot redraw with Spider Noir and Spider Punk! The fighter duo! Honestly the idea that they’re possibly close in age makes Spider Noir being a mentor figure way funnier to me.

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i-ate-the-rats · 8 months

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hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

#tbh i don't understand what i'm doin here.#come up with a context instead of me i am an out-of-context genius the pinnacle of understatement the king of idiots.#like i'm a little tolerably uh uh wow werrry much uh unreasonably violent and lonely DRUNK.#let's imagine that from the pies you can find something other than visually propagating information noise.#da? da.#noirpunk #punknoir #hobie brown #peter benjamin parker #spider punk #spider noir #across the spiderverse #atsv hobie #itsv noir #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv

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brown-spider · 5 months

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roromiie206 · 9 months

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the sillies . i think she’d always be crawling on his back in some way like a bug ik that girl gets tired after like 3 steps (ignoring canon i know her better than they do)

#digital art #fanart #art #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderverse fanart #peni parker #peni parker fanart #spiderman noir #spider noir #spider noir fanart #illustration #peni and noir #itsv peni #atsv peni #itsv noir #atsv noir

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miguelswifey04 · 10 months

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do you have any noir x reader nsfw drabbles, or headcanons in general??👀

oh em gee, yes cooking it up right now 🙊🌱

noir groaned in response to your moan, feeling the intensity of your desire as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he wasted no time in removing his pants, freeing his hardened length. the air thickened with anticipation as he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours.

with a slow yet deliberate motion, noir began to push himself inside you, his length filling you inch by inch. the feeling of his intimate intrusion mingled with the electric tension in the air, heightening the pleasure between you. he relished in the tightness and heat of your core as he sank deeper, his groans of pleasure echoing in the room.

as he buried himself completely, he paused for a moment, allowing both of you to adjust to the intimate connection. his hands grasped your hips, his grip firm and possessive as he readied himself. with a surge of lustful determination, he began to move, his hips grinding against yours in a steady rhythm.

each powerful thrust brought waves of ecstasy, his movements growing more intense with each passing second. the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans of pleasure mingling in a symphony of desire.

his lips sought out yours once again, claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he poured his desire into every movement. the pleasure consumed both of you as he drove deep into you, his relentless pace pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

tears pricked your eyes as he rutted his hips as his cock stretched you out with each motion. it sent ripples of pleasure throughout your entire body. noir latched his lips onto your neck as he peppered wet sloppy kisses, taking in the sweet aroma of your body. “faster please…” you moaned out, your cheeks were stained with tear droplets that mixed in with your sweat.

noir’s eyes locked onto yours, his dark gaze filled with a mix of desire and concern as he noticed the tears pricking your eyes. his movements slowed for a moment, his thumb gently wiping away the stray tears from your cheeks.

“darling," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "are you alright? i don't want to push you too far." he caressed your cheek softly, his touch gentle and comforting, his hips instinctively rocking gently against yours to maintain a connection. his concern for your well-being overshadowed his own desires in that moment, his focus on ensuring your pleasure and comfort.

but seeing the fire in your eyes, the determination to push your boundaries even further, he couldn't resist. with a nod of understanding, he shifted his approach, his movements becoming faster and more intense. his thrusts grew harder, each one pushing you deeper into a maelstrom of pleasure.

“i’ll give you what you desire, my dear," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "hold on tight." with a surge of strength and determination, noir increased his pace, his hips meeting yours in a relentless rhythm. pleasure surged through both of your bodies, bringing you to the precipice of release. moans of pleasure filled the room as you both embraced the intensity of your connection, chasing the waves of ecstasy that threatened to consume you both. noir's movements became even more intense, his hips relentlessly pounding into you with a primal force. he reveled in the feeling of your body trembling against his, the raw passion and desire consuming both of you.

“you’re such a sweetheart, taking my cock so well.”

as the pressure built to an unbearable peak, your body quivered and shook, the intense pleasure overwhelming you. suddenly, a surge of ecstasy coursed through you, and your juices gushed onto noir’s cock and thighs, marking the climax of your pleasure.

with a groan of ecstasy, he buried himself deep inside you, riding out the throes of pleasure alongside you. the room was filled with the heady scent of sex and the sounds of your moans mingling with his growls of bliss.

but even as your bodies stilled, he continued to hold you close, his arms wrapped around you possessively. he peppered your neck and shoulders with loving kisses, his breath ragged as he whispered against your skin.

“you’re absolutely breathtaking," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration. "i hope i’ve fulfilled your desires, my dear. you are truly a force to be reckoned with."

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a/n: he’s definitely a sweetie but also rough you know 💆🏽‍♀️

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #itsv noir #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider noir x you #spider man noir x reader #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x reader #spider noir #noir smut #smut asks #atsv smut #itsv headcanons #itsv smut #spiderverse noir #🌱 lin writes

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spidernoirs-cigar · 9 months

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Art by Oni_oniGIRII on Twitter

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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he survived your grumpiness in the morning, now you survive his <33

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

grumpy noir x sunshine reader

peter came home from a long day. he was late to work, coffee spilled all over his cleanest and only button-down of the week because he forgot to do the laundry and would have to get right to it the minute he came home, his boss barked orders at him like he was some errand boy, which he pretty much was, given how little he was respected there--and all his photos for the paper were either blurry, uninteresting, or just flat out crappy.

it really was not peter's day today, not in the slightest. and to top it all off, on his commute home, he missed the last train for the day because his boss kept him at work, berating him for his poor performance, and of course, laughing in his face about it when he noticed his eyes were welling up with tears at the amount of horrible things shaping up his equally horrible day. oh, and it rained cats and dogs on the way home, what luck.

the time peter came home, he was about as sullen as the gray, monochrome rainy sky. he wrung out his sopping wet coat out from the veranda and threw it on the coat hanger, which toppled and fell over to its side. frustrated, peter grumbled to put it back in place. he slumped down on his sofa, trying to light his cigarette. "please, for my sake universe, give me this one good thing and let me light my damn cig." he muttered to himself angrily as he kept clicking on the mechanism of the lighter. it absolutely refused to light, only giving tiny sparks as peter kept pushing down on the mechanism.

he inevitably gave up and sank further into his sofa, angry at... everything, really. he hardly got this way, but seeing as how nothing went his way today at all, could he really be blamed? he closed his eyes as he leaned against the sofa's back, trying to sleep it off, but that simple pleasure couldn't even be granted to him.

the doorbell rang, and peter swore under his breath as he stumbled up to go get it. he opened the door, and, to his surprise... you were there. you grinned at him, all sweetly and brightly, your eyes looking up into his own, which reflected the murkiness of today's weather--sullen and melancholic as nothing, not a single thing, was right about today.

"good evening, pete." you greeted him in a chipper voice. peter looked at you nonchalantly. "oh, um, yeah. good evening." he greeted back, with emphasis on the "good" part, which that day was everything but that very word.

"how're you... oh." you began, but soon trailed off when you noticed how he was dripping wet, completely drenched in rain water from top to bottom as he opened the door a little more. "peter, you're soaking wet!" you pointed out, to which peter placed a hand on his forehead and nodded. "i couldn't catch the train, missed the last one, so had to walk home. and... yeah, the rain caught me as i was heading home, and..." he narrated his horrid day.

you looked at him with a concerned expression, feeling extremely bad for him. "oh, pete, i'm real sorry to hear that." you told him as you sympathized with the poor man. "as much as i'd like to say i appreciate that sympathy, i can't really put with void apologies when it isn't even your fault, now." he said in a rather cold tone, signifying he didn't want to talk about it nor have you pity his situation right then and there.

you nodded. "i understand." you tell him as you gaze into his frustrated eyes. "i don't need you to, but thanks anyway." he said as he was about to close the door on you, but you held it open by putting yourself in between, your hand holding the door open. "pete... can i come in?" you ask him, which perplexed him a little. why would you want to enter his home after he made it perfectly clear he just wanted to be alone for the time being.

you sympathetically grinned up at him. "please?" you gave him those irresistible doe eyes he found so endearing, those eyes that always worked on him whenever you needed him to do something for you.

he sighed in frustration and nodded slowly. "fine, just... don't cause too much of a mess while you're here." he said as he slumped back down on the couch.

you sighed as peter didn't change out of his sopping wet clothes. you took off your coat and handed it to peter. "it's your own house, so... i suppose you wouldn't be too embarrassed to change out of those wet clothes for something warm and dry?" you asked him in a concerned voice as he looked up at you and the coat in your hands.

you chuckled. "don't worry, it's quite porous, it'll keep you warm and stay dry." you beamed as your lips curved into a small smile for him. "i... okay. thank you." he said as he gently took the coat from you and began to change when you walked off.

"have you eaten yet, pete?" you asked him as you looked around his place. he shook his head. "can't bring myself to cook right now, let alone enter the kitchen. might burn down the house without aunt may here." he muttered, to which you found yourself giggling at. "what's so funny?" he asked, confused, as he turned his head to look at you.

you shook your head as you kept smiling. "nothing, that is true, though. ms. parker did say to keep you out of the kitchen, you're lucky i'm always here to look after you, peter." you beamed as you headed into the kitchen as you rolled up your sleeves. "you hungry?" you asked him.

he took a few seconds to respond, until he finally spoke up. "yeah, um, i'm kinda hungry, now that i think about it." he sounded like he calmed down after his frustration overtook him earlier. "alright, just wait right there pete, i'm on the way." you declared as you readied ingredients to whip him up something nice.

soon after, peter was presented with a steaming hot dinner, prepared by you. you smiled as you readied up the table for him, as well. he felt a little embarrassed at how a guest, who he initially refused and showed him nothing but sympathy for his frustration, no matter how much he didn't want to talk about it, readied his table and fed him food in his own home.

"you... didn't have to do this, really." he said in a low voice, which came out as a sort of grumble, but you knew he meant to thank you. "come on now, peter. i could tell you weren't feeling at your best right now. i just want you to enjoy at least one small thing from today, even if it won't last forever." you told him as you sat across him from the table and gave him a small chuckle as he blew on his food, looking up at you, too.

"you made my favorites?" he asked in subtle disbelief. you nodded with a grin. "nothing beats having your favorites after a not-so good day. if you want, i'd make you your favorites forever, if you'd like, and offer you my coat when you're stuck in the rain. i'd even listen to you grumble and gripe about all the crappy stuff that's happened to you, even if you're... going to be angry at me for wanting to sympathize." you said with a small laugh as peter hung his head.

"sorry i've been so cranky and out of it today, really, i just... nothing went my way today." he admitted, very ashamed of his own behavior, he knew better than to treat you that way, but he did what he did. you reached for his hand from across the table. "peter, i understand. really, i do. your emotions are valid, never let anyone, not even yourself, tell you not to feel what you're feeling. i'd love you even if you perpetually had a storm cloud over your head and a unibrow from frowning all day and night." you said earnestly as peter blushed slightly at your words.

he adjusted his glasses on his face as he cleared his throat. "um... thank you. again. i really, really appreciate it. i... i appreciate you." he said as you giggled at his flustered self. "don't mention it, pete. i can come by tomorrow and tend to you, even if you'll be doubly cranky then!" you joked, but were serious about wanting to come by tomorrow.

"ah... yes, please. i'll try to keep my crankiness to a minimum. but i doubt it'll linger any longer if you're here." he said with a smile, the first smile that ever cracked on his face ever since the day started. it ended with you and him, smiling and laughing, forgetting the horrible day he had at the beginning, only to relish this lovely evening you two shared.

a/n: I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS BTW, I'M MAKING THIS WHILE TIRED BECDBEIBCIUEBCIFRBIVBR

#spider noir #spider noir fluff #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #itsv #itsv noir #itsv x you #itsv x reader

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spiders-scare-me · 4 months

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i like to think that in ATSV, when hobie quit and made that new watch, he went to each one of the spiders who joined him including noir. hobie hadnt seen noir since he had been banned from the whole spider society, which made it impossible for any other spider to enter noirs dimension. basically hobie had been working on this watch a long time, ever since noir was gone but was never able to make it work the way it should. so when he finally got it to work, he immediately went to noirs dimension to ask for help to save miles and get rid of the spot

y’all get me?

#spider noir #spiderman noir #noirpunk #peter benjamin parker #hobie brown #peter parker #spiderman #itsv #spiderman itsv #spiderman atsv #atsv hobie #itsv noir #punknoir

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tooncatastrophe47 · 10 months

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You see, I’m just testing tha waters out..

#original art #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv hobie #itsv noir #punknoir #spider punk #spider noir #lovestruck #testin tha waters out #ship art

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sudsy-2oap · 10 months

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#spider noir #itsv noir #atsv noir #peni parker #itsv peni #atsv peni #itsv #into the spider verse #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse fanart #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman fanart #my art 🧼#peter parker

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wormturned · 5 months

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I think people need to discuss more how Noir was the only Spider to say out loud "I love you" to any of the others. Yeah it was probably bc he thought he'd never see them again but still

#spiderman noir #into the spiderverse #spiderverse #itsv noir #itsv

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serenitysheart1 · 8 months

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It’s worse to be nothing with you | Spiderman-Noir x Drunk!Reader

WARNINGS: Alcohilism, Suicidal Behavior (??)

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Word Count: 1,566

Context: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gender-Not specified Reader, Reader is an alcoholic

Author’s note: fanfic title from ‘Promise’ by Laufey. In this context i wrote this as Peter being your close-friend who’s in-love with you cus ykyk slow burn

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His hands were shoved deep inside his pockets as he wandered through New York City, met with only silence and empty streets. The faint reflections of dim lights from cars and lampposts moved around him like silent ghosts. Hours passed by without a trace of you.

“Where in the devil have they gone off to this time?” Peter let out a heavy sigh, unable to shake off the heavy feeling in his chest. Just when all hope seemed lost, a faint glimmer ahead beckoned to him invitingly - a small bar tucked away at the end of an alleyway twinkling like a beacon.

The moment he saw the place, he recognized it immediately and felt the urge to burn it down just by looking at it. Here he was, standing in front of the bar you visited frequently. Despite all the advice he had given you, it seemed you had only tossed them all to the ground.

Could you really be in there, again? He had no choice but to check.

He paused for a moment before he opened the creaky door of the bar and stepped inside. The heavy stench of alcohol hung in the air; even though he was used to the smell by now, it still made him nauseous to think about you consuming it. Empty glasses stood on the counter like sentinels as a few exhausted patrons lounged at one end of the room. A couple of others were playing pool, while two fiddlers sawed away in the corner. There you were, seated on a stool in front of the counter beneath the soft glow of a yellow light. He let out a sigh as he unbuttoned his coat and slowly made his way towards you.

The warmth of a fabric enveloped you like a comforting embrace. You didn't flinch but instead looked up to see who had kindly given you their coat. "Oh, it’s you. Haha.. Hey there, Peeeter..." You slightly giggled, swirling the leftover booze in your cup.

His gaze was firm as he met your eyes. "Please, make this easier for both of us and just come with me, doll."

"Say what now? Where? No, thank you..." You held up your cup to him, a friendly glint in your eye. "C'mon, Peter, have a seat and join me for a drink!"

After another heavy sigh from Peter, he snatched the cup away from you. "How many of those have you had already, Y/N? I told you to quit it... Look at yourself, doll, look at yourself…"

"Errr... one, two—six, or seven?" You pretended to count on your fingers.

He shook his head, “Never mind, let's get you home, darling. I’ll take care of you." He gently wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders and attempted to help you up from the barstool.

"Nooooo, c'mon… I still have one bottle left..." You pleaded desperately, stretching out your arm towards the bottle.

He firmly grasped your wrist to stop you from grabbing it, his face mere inches away from yours now. "You know, at this rate, you'll be dead before you're thirty-five."

Your voice was muffled by a mix of sorrow and annoyance as you spoke. “And so what?”

His grip on your wrist tightened.

“…Why are you doing this to yourself?” He asked, his voice quivering, "Why are you doing this to me?”

You laughed harshly, your cold response only digging a deeper hole into his heart. “It doesn’t hurt to have some fun, Peter. Don’t be such a killjoy!..”

"And what's so fun about drinking your life away?" he asks in a disappointed tone, then he shakes his head, “Forget it, let’s just get you home already. You’re drunk, Y/N.”

“Haha.. You wouldn’t get it.” You muttered under your breath, “Now pass me that bottle. I paid for it after all.”

Ignoring your words he pulls you up, his arm now wrapped around your waist. You tried to pull away from him, begging for him to let go of you so you can go back inside. No chance of that though; he kept a firm grip on you as he guided you out.

His lips were pressed tightly together in a thin line. "You can't even walk properly. Hold on for a moment, dear." He effortlessly lifted you up and held you in his arms like a bride. Despite more of your protests, you eventually gave up and just gave in. He opened the car door with one arm and carefully placed you down inside the vehicle.

"Are you kidnapping me?" He looked at you sternly, not answering and simply shutting the car door. He went around to the other side and settled in the driver's seat, sighing and shaking his head. He’s used to this already, isn’t he?

“No, I’m just taking you home..." He replied in a tired yet gentle tone. “I want you safe and sound in your bed.” He grumbled as he turned on the engines.

You laughed for a bit, then fell silent.

“Hah... I really am an idiot, aren’t I?”

Sniffle.

The sudden crying made him jolt in surprise on his seat, not liking how you suddenly broke down in tears like that. He quickly stopped the car and turned around in his seat, wrapping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a hug, trying to keep you from seeing how hurt he truly was. He could feel your body tremble and your shaky breaths.

"Hey... you’re not an idiot, darling... I know you know better than this.." he whispered in a soothing tone, his mind in turmoil. How much longer can he do this?

You buried your head into his shoulder, “Why am I like this? Why, why, why….” Sobbing even more. He gently caressed your head with his other hand. Even though this isn't his first time dealing with this situation, his heart breaks to see you like this.

“It's okay, darling. It's okay...I’m here, I’m here..." he whispered, but his words only seemed to make you cry more as you hugged his shoulder tightly.

Peter doesn’t have to deal with this yet unfortunately he does. It makes you sick. Why can’t he just leave you already? Doesn’t he have a job to do as Spiderman, not taking care of some drunk.

“No, it’s not o—okay…” Your voice cracked, “I’m a burden to everyone, I should just hurry up and die already.”

Hearing those words hurt him to his core. He pulled you closer, his voice in absolute despair. "No... no, no, no. God, please, don’t say that, sweetheart... you're not a burden to anyone, especially not to me, Y/N… I can’t just stand by and watch you throw away your life like this.. I-I can’t..." he sighed deeply, his grip around your shoulders tightening.

Knowing how damaging those habits are from his own experience, it hurt to see the person he loved and cared so much about go down that path. As if the universe was trying to torture him.

"Then why do you put up with this?" you said through the tears in your voice.

"Because, I love you… and nothing will ever change that, darling. Nothing.” He whispered, his voice sounding like he was going to break down at any moment too. But he can’t do that, especially not right now.

“If there was a version of me without you by his side, believe me, he’d be as broken as the bottle you kept drinking from this evening.” He sighed and pulled away slightly. Wiped the tears off your cheeks, as he looked into your eyes.

“So please… stop hurting yourself like this. I'm begging you.”

More tears stained across your face, as you buried your head back deeper into his shoulder. Words are too good to be true. He could be happy right now if it wasn’t for you. He could be loving someone else right now, someone who wasn’t drunk, selfish, stupid, and... and…

It made you cry even more thinking about it. As much as you wanted his love, but you knew… that, “.. I don’t deserve you.”

“Y/N…”

Eventually your sobbing stopped, and it was soon found out that you’ve passed out and fallen asleep. Peter pulled away slightly and adjusted the coat on your shoulder. He let you lay your head down on the car seat, but your head fell on his shoulder instead as he shuffled to turn on the engine back up again. He didn’t move and let you be, not wanting to wake you up, so he just drove. A painful expression on his face could be seen from the car’s rear window reflection. Taking in everything that just had happened. He was used to this. But the pain only grew each and every time. It never gets easier.

It’s been a long night. But all that matters now is that you’re still by his side, still breathing.

Once he reaches your house, he carefully carries you into your room and places you in the bed. Tucking you in. His heart feels lighter all of a sudden as he watches you sleep, but as soon as he turns to leave the room, he sees the empty bottle of booze lying on your desk.

Suddenly, his heart sinks again. It’s an endless cycle.

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider man noir x reader #spiderman noir #atsv #itsv noir #atsv angst #itsv x reader #itsv angst #atsv x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spidermannoir x reader #spidernoir x reader

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i-ate-the-rats · 8 months

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porpole

#yippee in a whisper yk #purple was kicked out of him uhh #spider noir #spider punk #noirpunk #punknoir #hobie brown #atsv hobie #itsv noir #across the spiderverse #I'm bored #hlepme

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brown-spider · 8 months

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Mocking each other’s accents is a love language

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