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someone on this website wrote “grantaire died happy and enjolras died in realization” years ago and expected me NOT to think about it every day of my goddamn life? unacceptable
“We choose how to use the gifts we have been given.”
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Artist : SeerLight (DA / IG)
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And the world kept turning
He was lying on his back looking at the sky. Grey clouds drifted somewhere beyond the horizon, their edges murky and pulsing in time with the blue blood that flowed away from him. He could feel the snow on his neck, caught by the collar of his jacket as he fell, powerless, to the ground covered with a thin layer of white. The snow had already begun to melt, sticking his silver hair into strands and sending almost imperceptible blue waves across his exosuit. The warmth was leaving him.
One by one he turned off the danger alerts, turned off the beacon. Turned off the comms. The red spots of warnings in front of his eyes disappeared, grayness flooded his entire field of vision. Slowly he took his hand away from his pierced side, letting it fall beside him. The bleeding was easing.
Something small and cold touched his cheek. He closed his eyes for a second and didn't open them for a minute.
Two minutes.
Then he looked up.
Snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky.
There was no one around. Just the sky, the snow, and him, soon to be just as cold. It did not bother him.
Snowflakes had already stuck to his eyelashes, small drops were running down his face, tangled in the fur on his jacket. He couldn't see it, but the snow beneath him had turned blue. Warm. Cerulean streaks widened, penetrating deeper into the ground, small rivers stubbornly making their way between the transparent crystals. Running away from him.
A crack passed through his face with a quiet crunch. It didn't hurt anymore - his whole body was numb, unable to sustain life any longer. He accepted it, lazily watching the clouds as they began to blur. Something other than melt water ran down his cheeks.
He was alone
He didn't care.
“You’ll float too, Batsy!~”
Some guilty pleasure fanart inspired by @jokersjollies‘ post.
“You ain’t from Michigan if you never done this before!”
//holy crap! This blog is one year old already?! Sure doesnt feel like its been a year! Thank you my dear followers(and friends!) for sticking with me and all my random bullshit!
Small folk at work.
at this point i dont know how likely it is for me to finish this, so the world can have it in its storyboard-and-roughs-form
one of my pieces for the @reddiezine zine :D
![[final Pam Voice] Healthy Baby](https://64.media.tumblr.com/99825eb62fdc31dcb9f59c7fd6db5b04/tumblr_inline_owyntcHP5h1sb79dp_400.png)
[final pam voice] healthy baby
Hi! If you want to maybe lee hobie and ler pavitr with cheer up t words after making sure the spider lings all stay safe on a mission?
Also I love your blog
A Friend in Need
A/N: thank you so so much for the request and support! I’ve been dying to write these two for a while now! I did my best to stay as close to their character as I could. Hope you enjoy! We need more lee!Hobie!
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Hobart Brown was a stoic man. No, not stoic like Miguel, but it took an awfully huge thing to disrupt his demeanor, to throw him off his uncanny rhythm.
That is what scared Pavitr Prabhakar at this moment, as both of them sat on the floor of his colorful and warm apartment. The lanky man beside him adjusted a tuning peg on his guitar with a shaky hand. Not only that, but the more than normally chaotic colored outline around his figure was brewing like a storm, like a kid’s drawing made with every crayon color. He’d been like this since they came back from Spider HQ.
The pair were sent on a mission not long ago, to take care of yet another anomaly. It couldn’t have gotten better, to be honest. It was an easy catch and transportation of the villain. Heck, Miguel even seemed satisfied with their work. He even gave a smile. But the Spider-Punk’s color remained uneasy, and it didn’t seem to be wearing off with the change of scenery.
Spider-Man India knew better than to ignore his friend’s feelings.
“You doing ok, Hobes?” Pav broke the silence.
The young punk stopped his fiddling, making eye contact for the first time in what felt like forever. He eyed his guitar, and gained control of his once shaky hand. “Ah shit.”
“What’s up, man?”
“No point lyin’ to you,” he sighed, “just got spooked, that’s all.”
Pav nodded, “that’s okay. It happens.”
Hobie scrunched his face up, picking at a sticker on the guitar’s base. “Din’t think the anomaly would be a…”
“…police officer?”
He bit his pierced lip. “Din’t know that. Ya think Miguel would tell me: a Green Goblin cop, that’s who we’re after. Fits the character, greedy bastard out for power,” he chuckled sadly.
“…but goddamn… he looked too much like that bloody bitch that killed my friend.”
Hobie smoothed out the sticker he was picking. It’s like he had more to say, but getting the words out were too hard right now. He took a deep breath, giving his buddy a small smile. “But he’s long gone now. Nothin’ to worry ‘bout.”
“You seem pretty worried,” Pavitr frowned, cocking his head to the side. “You gonna be okay?”
“Pav, my man, I’ll be fine. Ya know what I’m about.” The punk puffed his chest a little, feigning his usual confidence.
That only made his friend giggle lightly. He put a hand on Hobie’s knee. “It’s ok to be shaken up, bro! No shame in it! I’m here!”
Hobie exhaled. Pavitr’s smile was contagious, too contagious. “You’re too fuckin’ softhearted, mate. Love that ‘bout you.” He leaned into his friend’s kind touch, his colored outline flashing to a warm orange. “Thanks.”
“You know I’m not done! Tell me, what can I do to help you?”
Oh, Hobie didn’t think that far yet. He gave a loose shrug. “I ‘unno. Just need to get this pang outta my chest.” He said, holding his hand near his heart. “Ts’like Gwen doin a drum solo.”
Pavitr scooted closer. “Well maybe a hug?”
“Mmmm…maybe somethin’ to take my mind elsewhere,” the punk suggested.
Pavitr leaned on his shoulder now as he thought, letting out a hum. “Hmm… we could always bother Miles!”
“Nahhh he don’t wanna see me like this.”
“Hooooobieeeee,” the shorter man whined, clutching his arm, “you’re making this hard on purpose now!”
The laugh from Hobie confirmed it, a relieving sound to hear. Pavitr punched his arm gently, “ahalright, if you’re not gonna give me an answer, I’ll tickle you to cheer you up!”
“Says the most ticklish goddamn person on earth,” Hobie spat back, not missing a beat.
Pavitr gasped dramatically. Without saying another word, he pretended like he was gonna go, but was yanked back by Hobie’s arm. It almost felt desperate. “Wait I was doggin’ mate! You can tickle me!”
Pav’s eyes practically sparkled. It wasn’t often that Hobie was in the mood for tickles. Usually he was in the mood for tickling… tickling Pav. “Really?”
The nod from his friend immediately made him pump his fists. “Yes!!!”
“‘Ey,” Hobie grabbed the eager hands reaching out towards him, “nothin’ too crazy, ‘Kay? Not lookin’ to pass out.”
“I’d never!” The young man said, watching his friend adjust himself, laying on the floor of the room. “You tell me when you’ve had enough.”
The punk gave a thumbs up. “Got it, mate.”
“Alright,” Pav climbed on his legs, getting comfy. He smiled, watching the outline of Hobie turn pink. “You nervous?”
“Nah.”
“You’re pink thouuughh,” his tone was laced in mischief, placing his hands on Hobie’s stomach, only covered by his thin and messily made spider-suit. He felt him flinch. “You’re always pink when excited!”
“Bruv y-yohou better shut up-!” It was taking everything in his power not to grab Pav’s hands, Pav’s now wiggling hands. Oh god. He was tickling now. Hobie slapped his hands over his mouth. “PFFt-!”
Pav simply chuckled, letting his nimble fingers dance around his tummy. “Aw don’t hide your laugh from me! C’mon, Hobieeeee!” His hands gave his sides a quick squeeze as encouragement.
“ACK-!” Hobie’s hands grabbed Pav’s out of instinct, “ohMYGAWd!!”
Like it was nothing, the strong arms of Pavitr pushed Hobie’s arms up and away. “Nuh uh uh! You keep those up there! You better not punch me!”
“Ihihihi might!”
“Then I’ll just web your arms down!”
Hobie narrowed his eyes threateningly. “Don’t.”
Pav wasn’t one to wear a shit-eating grin, but this was an exception. “Then keep your arms uuuuuuup!”
He heard his friend do something he rarely did: groan in annoyance. Of course that groan was replaced with a hearty chuckle once Pav wiggled his fingers at him.“There’s that smile I love!”
Hobie already felt like spontaneously combusting. It was something about Pavitr and his stupidly silly way of tickling that made him break into a goofy grin, and also the fact he was the one receiving. This wasn’t a usual spot for him to be in. Was it unnerving? Yes, but the pangs in his chest were barely felt over the fluttery butterflies in his stomach.
And then Pav was back to the side squeezes.
“BRuhuhuhuvvv!” He snorted, his boots hitting against the floor. Hobie was trying to focus on kicking his legs so he wouldn’t give his friend a bloody nose. Pav didn’t make this easy at all. He felt fingers slip into his vest, then dig into his rib cage. “AH SHIHIHIT!” Hobie blurted, twisting from one side to the other. The crop top he had on was doing nothing to protect him.
“I gotcha good!” Pav teased, leaning closer. Now he was gonna start being mean. Wait, he wasn’t mean before? No, my dear reader, he wasn’t. “Awwww Hobieeee look at youuuuu!”
“SH-Shuhuhut the f-!” Hobie stopped himself, snorting again.
“Ohhhh? What was that? Hobie, you can’t swear at meeee! You know what’ll happen.”
Yeah, Hobie knew. A panicked grin spread across his face, avoiding eye contact with his shorter friend. “I-IHihihi d-din’t say nothin!”
“You sure?” Pavitr scritched into the punk’s lower ribs. He got the reaction he was searching for.
“FuHUCK!”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” his goofy tone slipped into a more sly one. Hobie felt Pavitr adjusting himself around. “Nohoho c’mon mate y-yaha don’t gotta!”
Pav paused. “Is this a ‘stop?’” The mischief was absent in his voice.
Hobie finally looked at his friend, his face heating up. “I-I mean…”
“We can stop if this is too much. I’m only trying to cheer you up.” Spider-Man India had removed his hands, holding them up to gesture his compliance.
The outline around the punk stirred pink. Hobie wasn’t one for admitting things, even to someone like Pav. “I-I…” he clamped his mouth shut.
“It’s ok if you want more tickles!”
Oh come on Pav! It was hard enough to even ask for it.
That’s why Hobie was gonna do it his own way, a way his friend would get the signal. He took his hand off his mouth, showing a smirk. Slowly but surely, he lifted a middle finger at Pavitr. “Fuck off.”
Spider-Man India’s eyes went wide, not only wide but bright. “Hobart Brown!!” He gasped, feigning offense. “Okay, you asked for this.”
Even if it didn’t do much, Pav lifted Hobie’s crop top upward to expose his suit covered stomach more. He only did it to make the Spider-Punk anxious. Clearly it worked. The man was giggling. Yes, I said giggling.
“So…Hobart…what is a tickle monster’s favorite fruit?” Pavitr asked, cracking his knuckles.
“Aahaw shit yohohou’re bein’ a dick, now…”
“Answer the questiiionnnnn!” His fingers fluttered teasingly, making Hobie flinch. “Ah! Noho come on I’m naht answering!!”
“Ten…” he counted, “nine…eight…seven…”
Hobie scoffed, balling his hands into fists. “Imma kill you after this, I swear to non-existent deity.”
“Six…” Pav lowered his head a few inches, causing the stomach below him to quiver from chuckles. “Five…”
“Pav!”
“Four-“
“KAY FINE! It’s rahahaspberries! Raspberries, you fuckin tw-AHT!” Hobie almost bonked Pavitr on the head when he saw the guy dive face first into his stomach. He dissolved upon impact, wheezing. “YOHOHOU BASTARD!”
Pavitr raised his head, “what was that?”
“YOu-yohohou’re a basT-“
“PRRBBTTTT!!” Pav planted another raspberry mid-sentence, relishing in his friend’s free flying cackles. He felt his friend grab his head, digging his nails into his hair. He was definitely holding back from his instincts, which Pav appreciated from a self-preserving point, but also from a “my friend really wants to laugh” point.
The punk threw his head back, snorting. “Yohohou-y-yohohou’re killin’ meeEEHEHE!!” His suit wasn’t protecting him at all from the raspberry onslaught. “SHIHIT!”
“You hangin’ in there?” Pav looked up. Hobie panted coming back to reality for a sec. He loosened his grip on his friend’s head. “S-Sorry ‘bout that, mate. D-Dohon’t…don’t wanna rip your perfect h-hahahair out.” He took a bigger breath, “m’good…m-maybe a minute more and we stop.”
“Can do!” Pavitr smiled… then immediately went back to another tummy raspberry. Hobie almost folded in on himself, wheezes escaping his lips. “NAHA FUCK!”
It was by the third round of raspberries when Hobie tapped out, laughter getting a little too frantic. “OKAHAY! OKAYIMDONE!”
Like a switch turned off, Spider-Man India let up. He swished his hair out of his face and fixed it, smiling at the big ol’ grin across Hobie’s face. “Did I kill ya?”
His chest heaved with each pant, shaking his head at the question and pushing out his residual giggles. He peered at his stomach. “C-Close tho…” he mumbled, watching his friend roll off him and sit beside. “Y-You’re a menace.”
Pavitr grabbed Hobie’s now outstretched hand, pulling him up to sit. “But lookit that smile you got!”
His hand rubbed his face, sort of sore from smiling so much. “Yeaaaaahh shuddup.” He punched his arm playfully.
“How are you feeling?” Pavitr placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it. “Need water?”
“Please. Thanks.” Hobie coughed, remaining where he was as Spider-Man India reached for a bottle on his nightstand. He handed it to him. “…feel tired…but good. Dopamine’s some good stuff.” He twisted the cap off and downed it.
“That’s what I’m saying! It’s a nice feeling, right?”
Hobie shrugged as he drank. He took a breath, “yeaaaaah maybe you’re right.”
“Maybe?”
The punk squinted at him, then rolled his eyes. “You are.”
Pavitr grinned. This was a better sight to see. “It’s nice to see that smile again.”
For a split second Hobie’s outline went pink, then reverted to its neutral gray. “Thanks. You helped it, mate.”
“You hungry?”
“Starvin’.”
“I know a great place, c’mon!” Pavitr stood up, stretching. He grabbed his mask on his bed.
“You paying?”
“Aw, come on, Hobes!”
“You owe me after that.”
“Okay fiiiiine, I’ll pay… even though you liked tickle time.”
Hobie sighed, “you aren’t gonna shuddup, are you?”
Pavitr simply grinned, opening his window. “Nope!” He hopped through it, already swinging away.
It took longer for Hobie to get up. He felt the blood rush to his head when he stood up too fast, “shit.” It stabled after a few seconds. He grabbed his guitar, putting the strap over him. He made his way to the window, smirking when Pav kept beckoning him atop another building.
He’d catch up, don’t worry. The punk just needed to take a second and appreciate his friend.
500 Follower Boop Booth: Day 2
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Ho boyyyy Grayson’s in it now.
REEEEEEEEAAAAAHHEEEHEFJAKDHKSHFH 👹
>////< !!!
500 Follower Boop Booth: Day 8
Poor thing :(
I—
*COMBUSTS* SHDJAGDJSBHDHAAAAEEEEEE!!✨✨✨
This is something I’ve been working on for a few days now. I figured I’d push myself into making a longer animation and perk up a friend in the long run.~ So glad you like it @stardroptickles It’s the longest animation I’ve ever done. XD Hopefully I can try doing this again sometime.
