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candyfloss-esophagus · 3 months

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Heyo, it's me! Not being late for once!

Okay, ask game time! (not holding back this time so get ready!)

These are all for Crying Wolf, cause I'll never be normal about it <3

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(I know you've answered similar questions about the fic before, so feel free to skip those if you don't wanna answer them again <3 )

Hey, thanks for the ask!! I'm sure I have answered similar questions in the past but fortunately for you, my brain is a sieve that has been thrown over the edge of a waterfall.

☼: how i came up with the idea

I didn't actually come up with the idea all by myself, I'm part of the noirpunk discord server that regularly has little round robin fics and snippets that everyone can add onto. In its very early days, we were discussing what would happen if there were a symbiote that was virtually undetectable (and also, tangentially, what would happen if Hobie became infected) and I was so intrigued by this concept that I asked to use it in an actual fic!

☄: what the writing process was like

Arduous. Writing is like pulling teeth for me lol and Crying Wolf is certainly no outlier. I wrote chronologically whenever I had the time to sit down and think about it, but I had it vaguely planned out from the get-go. The only thing was that I added in another chapter -- chapter four was never meant to exist! I was going to shove everything that happened in chapter four and five in together but that seemed like a little much.

✄: something i deleted before the final draft

I post on a chapter by chapter basis because I'm too impatient to keep an entire wip to myself (trying to change that!) but there was going to be a scene where the symbiote was explicitly purged from Hobie. I decided not to write it because of medical semantics and how it would have made it even longer and also because my mental health was like a raft strapped together by duct tape at that point in the year.

♡: my favorite part

My favourite part is the end bit and Peter's conversation with Hobie because that was the thing that the server went into most detail about when we were cooking up the whole concept. I love thinking back to that night so much!

☠: something i found challenging

Fucking writing the damn thing lol. Motivation is very tricky for me and finishing what I start is even moreso (ta adhd!) but we got there in the end!!! As mentioned before, writing is difficult for me and I'm not actually a very good writer so trying to get it to a standard that I felt honoured what we had originally come up with in the server was definitely a challenge.

☾: how i thought people would respond to the fic

I.. didn't? Getting comments is so incredibly rare and special to me and the fact that I get so many purely because I write the most for noirpunk on ao3 is WILD.

☽: how people *actually* responded

Well they responded for a start lol. I got veritable essays on how bad I made people feel and theories for how it would progress and how well done the whole thing was and people from the server cheering me on and even one person who only investigated for the cannibalism, and were grossed out by it which is incredible. It was just a torrent of warmth and love and it was so confusing to me at the time but so important now looking back. It was an awful time for me and my life and having all those comments and responses was so special.

∞: something i wish i’d done differently

I read back on it a few days ago and it all seems so superficial to me now, so suffice to say most things and be done with it there.

★: something i’m proud to have accomplished

Just fuckin. Writing it. Finishing it. Impacting people's lives with it. That's why I write that's why I do this. And it was my first foray into more violent stuff so I'm glad I started it by diving in headfirst instead of just dipping my toes in.

Thank you for the ask! Ask game for any other fics of mine that you care to hear about is here, the fic Crying Wolf is here, and I hope you have a lovely day!!

#fiepige #ask answered #esophagus speaks #noirpunk #ask game #atsv #atsv fic #behind the scenes with esophagus

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hobiebrownismygod · 5 months

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VENOM - Part 2

Venom!Hobie x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Having a symbiote is a canon event...which means Hobie must've had one of his own at one point, right?

~2.7k words

TW: Blood, Cannibalism, Cursing

Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @s6onder @@d0ubl-tr0ubl3 @fiepige (concept credits!!)

(concept art belongs to @levionok!!)

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Just one week ago, if you had told Hobie Brown that a random object he'd found in an Osborne facility would fix all of his problems, he would've laughed in your face and called you mad. But now he was starting to realize, not only was it possible, but he could now accomplish what he used to think would be impossible.

"Thanks for the help Spider-Man!"

He waved at the random civilian he'd just finished helping before moving on to the next, his oddly enhanced hearing helping him catch the quietest of cries, the muffled yells, aiding him in being the best Spider-Man he could be. Honestly? It felt like magic.

It was like all the stress had just melted from his body. No more muscle pain from all the heavy lifting, no more headaches from not being able to sleep- in fact, he hadn't slept in days. He simply forgot to. And he was feeling great!

He was stronger than usual, faster than usual, smarter than usual...the list continued. He was doing more in less time and getting closer and closer to his goal- defeating Osborne and completely ridding the city of crime.

But there were a few added cons to his new state of being. His head hurt whenever he played his guitar. Well, he could still play it, but some notes just hurt. Sounds he used to consider beautiful now sounded like nails screeching across a chalkboard. Even high-pitched screams from troubled civilians made his head spin.

There was also the restlessness. Hobie had never been able to sit still, but now...it was twice as bad. Just the thought of going back home revolted him. Sitting down? Taking a nap? God no. It would be a waste of time and a waste of energy. He needed to keep moving.

And then there was the hunger. He. Was. Always. Hungry. No matter what he ate, the hunger pangs never stopped. What had been his favorite foods now disgusted him and he found himself eating the most bizarre items. Mounds and mounds of white chocolate (something he used to despise), loads of fries and worst of all, frozen meat. He couldn't understand his new obsession with frozen meat.

But then he found himself shrugging it off and moving on, a fistful of frozen chicken pieces in his mouth. After all, the pros outweighed the cons, right?

But you...you were fairly put-off by this new development.

"Can you stop eating all my food?" You asked him angrily, telling him off for what must've been the fourth time this week. He shrugged sheepishly as he took a bite out of one of the apples on the counter and spit it out. "Sorry. 'm just hungry" he muttered, wiping his mouth as he opened the fridge back up.

You tossed the apple in the trash behind you, standing across from him with your arms folded over your chest. You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him, eyebrows furrowing in concern. "You know, Hobes-" You started, trying to keep your tone as soft as possible. "-ever since you came back from that facility, you've been acting...off."

"Off how?" He asked casually, barely paying any attention to you as he grabbed a yogurt. "Well you've been-" you let out a yelp as yogurt splattered all over you and him, his eyes widening in realization. "Whoops." He mumbled.

"WHOOPS?"

In an attempt to open the yogurt, he'd accidentally caused it to explode all over the kitchen, having squeezed it too hard. "Forgot m' own strength." He said with a quiet chuckle, tossing the mangled container into the trash before moving to the sink to wash his hands.

You watched him in shock. How was he so...normal about this?

He must've caught your expression because he turned around with an eyebrow raised. "Wha's wrong?"

You scoffed, still in shock. "What's wrong?" You repeated, hands falling to your hips. "What's wrong is that you've been acting absolutely insane these past few days!" you marched up to him, pointing your finger in his face. "Not sleeping, not sitting still, eating like a damn dinosaur-" his eyes widened "-not knowing your own strength-" he looked to the side. He must've heard something again "-acting like you're on top of the world and-and-what the hell are you looking for?" You exclaimed, exasperated as he looked around confusedly.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

He jumped, head turning around wildly. "That! That voice!"

"I don't hear anything, Hobes." you said tiredly, putting a hand on your head and leaning back against the counter. "I think you need to take a break. Something's going on with you-"

"How can you not hear that?" He whispered desperately, eyes wide.

"Are you sure it's not just the voice in your head?" You asked sarcastically.

"No, no, it's saying something-" he gasped softly, putting his hands on both sides of his head and squeezing his eyes shut. "It's saying it's hungry. It's asking for...food?"

"Oh my god-" You said annoyedly, shaking your head in frustration.

"I'm telling you the truth, love, really-"

"You're insane! That thing did something to you, Hobes-!"

"DON'T CALL US A THING."

You stopped. He stared at you, chest heaving up and down as he slowly calmed himself, putting his hands on top of his head while he struggled to catch his breath. "Fuck." He mumbled. He looked back at you, realizing he must've scared you. "Hey, don't look at me like tha-"

"Get out."

His eyes widened. "What?" he asked softly. He felt horrible now. He hadn't meant to get so aggressive and he definitely didn't mean to scare you. He just felt so...angry. It was an odd, yet somewhat powerful feeling. Like he could do anything. Like he would do anything.

"You want me to leave?" he asked, dumbstruck. "Seriously? What happened to you being here for me?"

"Just go." You choked out, pointing towards the door.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when that voice came again.

You Don't Need Her.

For a moment, he wanted to defy that voice, to not let it control him, but alas...it was just so convincing. His expression turned coldly sour. He scoffed, shoving his hands in the pockets of his vest and walking right past you. "You'll regret this." he said quietly, walking out and shutting the door behind him with a slam. You glanced out the window and caught a glimpse of him pulling his mask on and swinging away.

Instead of using his normal, white webs, he was using black ones. You'd never seen them before. What was going on?

Hobie swung away in frustration, muttering nothings under his breath, not paying attention to the world below him. He didn't even realize that he'd run out of his own webs ages ago and was now using different ones. Ones that his body was somehow creating by itself, without web shooters. That wasn't possible...right?

Whatever. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. His best friend had just kicked him out for no reason. Why would anything still matter?

What had he even done wrong? He was just being himself. It's not like he killed someone.

Why did you have to be so dramatic? Why did you have to be so dramatic about the-the-what was it called?

A Symbiote.

Right.

Whatever. Symbiote, then. It was helping him, wasn't it? Helping him be a better Spider-man. Helping him do better things? What was your problem with it? You were just jealous.

These were the thoughts running through Hobie's mind as he swung to nowhere, just trying to release the tension from his body. This, along with one other thought.

Food.

Of course. He was still hungry after all. The eyes of his mask narrowed as he looked around. Where was he going to find something to eat?

"Hands above your head you filthy scum."

Hobie stopped swinging, sticking onto the glass of a tall building as he looked around, searching for where that voice had come from.

"Please, I didn't do anything. I'm just trying to go home, I have a wife-"

Hobie heard the clicking of a gun. He jumped towards the noise, staying hidden as he approached a darker alleyway, wedged between two boring buildings. Standing in the alleyway was someone with a badge, gun in his hand as he pointed it at a young man holding a bag.

"What's in the bag? Stolen goods? Weapons?" The cop asked, shoving his gun in the man's face threateningly. "I-I needed food." The man said quickly, eyes widening in fear. He opened his bag, revealing nothing more than some groceries. "We're starving, please-"

"Fucking punk." the badged man spat, pressing the gun to his victim's temple. "Actions have consequences." The young man squeezed his eyes shut in fear, the bag falling to the ground.

No. Hobie couldn't let this happen.

He lunged at the cop, almost animalistically, knocking him to the ground. He webbed the gun out of his hand, pulling him up aggressively. As Hobie stood up, he grabbed the cop by the throat, tightly choking him. He wasn't able to stop a small smile from forming on his face under the mask.

And then it was like he was engulfed by darkness.

Like the night had somehow swallowed him whole, but left no stars in sight. No light. Only a hole of black nothingness.

The last thing he remembered was a voice. The same one he'd heard earlier. A deep, guttural, alien hiss.

You Look...Deliciousssss...

And then the rest was a blur.

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How could you have just kicked him out like that?

You were pacing your living room, biting your fingernails out of nervousness while you tried to calm yourself down. There was something wrong with Hobie, that much was obvious, but kicking him out was too far.

What if he got hurt?

What if he got someone else hurt?

But it wasn't even about Hobie anymore. It was about whatever that thing that he'd found was.

Us he'd called it. Don't call us thing.

Who was us?

You pulled out your computer, the file already open. Ever since he'd gotten back, you'd been trying to crack the code. Trying to figure out what was inside that flash drive he'd stolen. What this thing was.

You hadn't told Hobie about your efforts of course. You suspected he wouldn't take it well and after seeing his reaction today, you definitely weren't going to be telling him anything.

And you definitely weren't going to be telling him that you sent his superhero friend a message asking her to help you decrypt the code just a few days ago.

Riri Williams was a genius, and although the two of you weren't close, you knew her because of the fact that she and Hobie worked together. Normally, you'd be embarrassed to ask someone to help you decode something, but Riri was very kind about it, not even asking you why you didn't want Hobie to know.

You trusted her to keep it from him. And today, she had finally sent you her finished product.

"Hopefully this works. Lmk if you need help with your spidey problems :P"

She'd attached a note. How sweet.

Smiling at the note, you clicked out of it and copy pasted the decryption code into your computer terminal. The computer flashed, but then the file opened. You stared at it for a moment, confusion settling over your face.

All the file contained was a single, eight minute long video.

Hesitantly, you clicked on it, and a page opened up, a young man's tired face taking over your screen.

"Take 17. This is Otto Octavius, head scientist of Team #6's V.E.N.O.M. symbiote trials." the man gave the camera a half-hearted smile. "The subject volunteer of this video is unnamed."

You sat back slightly, folding your arms over your chest as you made yourself comfortable. "Subject Zero is in captivity. It seems to be showing signs of aggression." The man turned the camera to face a large glass cell, inside of which was what seemed to be...a glob.

Was this what Hobie was talking about?

You flinched back as the glob jumped at the glass. The scientist in the video flinched as well and set the camera down with a distasteful look on his face. "Bring in the volunteer." he called out.

You watched in horror as a half-conscious elderly man was shoved into the glass cell. The man looked around confusedly, before he let out a shriek of fear. You were barely able to make out his fists, banging on the hard glass, as the symbiote climbed up him and melted into his body, sending him to the floor, convulsing ferociously.

The young scientist simply turned the camera away, shaking his head in annoyance. "Test failure." before he could move to turn off the video, another person's voice piped up in the background.

"Mr. Octavius?"

"...yes?"

"What exactly are we waiting for the symbiote to accomplish?" the voice was coming from a young woman with a lab coat and a wide-eyed expression on her face.

"The symbiote-" the scientist sighed "-is looking for a host. And once it finds a host, we believe it'll become more powerful than the derived V.E.N.O.M. serum. This power...its unimaginable. But the symbiote is very...picky, for lack of a better word." The man looked back at the screen, and then moved his finger towards it. The video turned off.

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, your heart racing.

A host?

"No..." you whispered under your breath as realization hit you.

The symbiote had found it's host.

Hobie.

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What the-

Hobie looked around groggily, coming back to his senses.

What happened?

He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the alleyway which he barely remembered. He was still...there? That hungry feeling he'd had before had disappeared. Strange. Clutching his forehead in confusion he looked around.

A bag was on the floor in front of him, half-open with food packets and vegetables flowing out of it onto the dirty pavement. A little ahead of the bag was a badge. As he squinted his eyes slightly, it seemed to look like the same badge the cop from earlier was wearing.

Wait...what happened to the cop from earlier?

Hobie could barely remember...lunging at him. Grabbing him by the throat. A hiss of a voice had flooded his senses and then...

Darkness.

As he moved to reach towards the badge he stopped, breath hitching in his throat. He pulled his hand back towards him, shaky breaths escaping his lips as he fought to process what was in front of him.

His hand was covered in blood.

And so was the rest of him.

He could barely breathe, feeling panic settling in his chest. He stood up straight and stumbled back slightly as he stared at the blood dripping from his black suit- wait...black? Since when did he wear a black suit?

"What in the bloody-"

A glint caught his eye. The glint of a pistol, twisted in half, lying next to a body. A body covered in the same crimson red that was trickling down Hobie's arms and neck and mouth-

Mouth.

Why the hell was there blood on his mouth?

"No...no...no no no no no-" Hobie started to whisper, feeling as though his knees would give out any moment, the dread settling deep in the pits of his stomach and sending shivers of fear and guilt down his spine.

He'd...

Eaten someone.

Taking a few steps forward, he collapsed in front of the body, looking over it in shock. Missing an arm, a leg, a head.

Memories flooded his brain.

The voice had called the man...delicious.

That voice...

More.

Hobie jumped. He looked around furiously, fists in front of him. "Show yourself!" He called out, anger running through his veins and adding to his tone.

We want more. We need more.

He grabbed at the top of his newly black mask, crying out in frustration. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD." he yelled, punching at the air, raging, fists flying and kicks landing on solid nothing.

He fell to the ground, trembling, failing at trying to pull the black off him. "What do you want from me?" he quietly whispered, a lump forming in the back of his throat.

There is no me. Only...

Us.

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hobiesdump · 2 months

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@fiepige p sure it's just an animation error. They are def not usually out.

The same mistake happens here

#what's up with your suit?#hobie brown #spider punk #atsv #my posts #blorange #hd #screenshots #source #spiderpunk #gifs #gif #my gifs

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deritosmi · 1 month

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I painted my sketchbook cover in my Spider-Man pajamas

tags: @pinkpinkstarlet @ask-the-prowler @moth-wave @tatumis-agoober @wizardex-yt @spookyysilverr @hoe-bie @jacuzziwaters @hobiebrownismygod @gaasublarb @fiepige @theratthatgotyeeted @pingledoofus @dobry-slimak @sarylide

#my art #painting #paint #acrylic paint #koi fish #fish #sketchbook #book cover #cover #stickers #artists on tumblr #art #traditional art

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gaasuba · 24 days

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@fiepige thanks for the brainrot that motivated me to finally try animation~

#seabeast hobie #pencil #drawing #gif #animation #pencil animation #my art #smol #my gifs

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fiepige · 6 months

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Summary:

“HOLY SH-” Miles and Gwen simultaneously turned to cover Pav’s mouth so as to not alert the creature in the middle of the carnage below them. The creature either didn’t hear him or it was too preoccupied with whatever it was doing. To his regret Miles soon realized what that was, as another wet snapping noise broke the silence once more. The creature was crouched down on all fours over what Miles assumed was the body of an officer, though it was so mutilated that it was hard to tell for sure. Its head was buried into the chest of the body beneath it, another wet snapping noise emerging as it pulled out a couple of ribs between its bloodied jaws... Or The Spider-Gang goes looking for Hobie. They don’t like what they find.

Hey guys, remember how I mentioned that I was working on a Venom!Hobie fic a while ago? Well the draft is done and so is the first chapter!

#this is my first fic so I'm kinda nervous but also happy to finally be able to share it lol #trying to improve my writing cause I still feel pretty insecure about it #but I'm putting myself and my writing out there and seeing what'll happen lol #also this thing was beta read by google translate so please let me know if there's something I need to correct ^^'#I just love the idea of Hobie with a symbiote so I wanted to put more of that content out there #also comming up with a name for the fic was HARD lol #settled with this one cause I did not know what to call it but I didn't want that to be what was holding me back from posting it lol #oh well here goes nothing <3 #hobie brown #spider punk #miles morales #spider man #gwen stacy #spider gwen #pavitr prabhakar #spider man india #Venom!Hobie #the spider gang #across the spider verse #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #my fic #my post

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mana-sputachu · 5 years

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For character meme: Jin Kazama ^^

favorite thing about them: I always considered him one of those character i find similar to me, in some way. His desire of being alone, but at the same time wishing for friendship (even tho he forces himself away from everyone because of the Devil Gene), is something that really speaks to me. I also like him being relentless about pursuing his (destructive) goal. And also him being extremely awkward sometimes, lol.

least favorite thing about them: He’s going crazy… and i don’t like it. In a meta PoV, is just bad writing. Thanks Harada for ruining everything you touch. :v

favorite line: There was a line in Blood Vengeance about him considering himself a monster, but i can’t remember the exact scene, sorry!

brOTP: Xiao, Hwoa, Lars

OTP: XiaoJin

nOTP: Ji/na. In general i tend to ignore every ship with him that doesn’t involve Xiao, but that one annoys me the most.

random headcanon: He likes manga, and during the various Heihachi’s work trips that he probably had to endure, he discovered american comics, french bd, ecc. So now his collection is bigger and more varied. Also, he wears eyeglasses regularly: at first it was because of headaches he thought were caused by bad eyesight, but he then discovered the headaches were caused by Devil inside him.

unpopular opinion: nothing that i can think of

song i associate with them: Monster - Sick Puppies I know the reason you’re running scaredI met the monster inside your headYou’ll never know the feeling of being yourselfIt’s not enough, it never stops comingIt’s not enough, so take a breath, say goodbye

favorite picture of them:I can’t find a decent screenshot of him smiling in T4 Hwoa’s ending, but this fanart by Ryo will do. Namco pls give me this Jin again, kthnxbai.

Send me a character!

#tekken #blood vengeance #jin kazama #replies #fiepige #text post #meme

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spearxwind · 5 years

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Hi Windy, I was wondering if mimics are able to regenerate? Like can they regrow lost limbs? And if so would they need to consume someone/something to get enough energy/parts to regrow?

they can!! they can heal all wounds as long as they have uh. material/parts enough for it ye? if they don’t then yea, they have to consume stuff until theyre able to repair it

BUT

they CAN get permanent damage done, that cannot really be repaired (or not by them at least). Adris white eye is one of these things! Both his eyes looked the same before, and he permanently lost one on his first fight with dianne she later healed it for him though, but she’s not good at that stuff and its really hard to do that on mimics so now he has an eye but its completely blind and he cant see shit out of it EXCEPT for some magic ((which is a dangerous bonus to give to a monster but it was kind of an unexpected side effect so))

#underground #mimic stuff #he's actually got a big scar that crosses over his eye that he hides constantly #bc he's too proud #but it becomes visible if you hurt him or destabilize him enough #fiepige #ask

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asktojinkazama · 10 years

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[[In other news, i've done with my exam and with the con, so i'm back... for now. I hope to not lose interest again. Also, i chose to take back the classical question istead of the Silent Hill AU, but the AU asks are still there, so... Mana Sputachu]]

#ask to jin #n.183 #fiepige #Ask to Jin Kazama #jin kazama #tekken #tekken tag tournament 2 #ttt2 #tekken 3 #jun kazama #gaming #videogames

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candyfloss-esophagus · 6 months

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CRYING WOLF FOR ASK GAME!!!! GIMME ALL THE INFORMATION!!!!

Okay I'm just gonna spam you with asks here so feel free to ignore them if it's too much <3

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (don't think I've forgotten about the post you made mentioning an alternate ending! 👀👀👀) 10, 11, 13, 14 and 15

Hope this isn't too much! (like I said feel free to ignore these if that's the case!)

I remember you mentioned something about making a lore post about stuff that didn't get put in the fic and maybe you could combine them? If you still feel like making it that is <3 (seriously I still love that fic so much!!!!)

Alright buckle up boys this is gonna get LONG. @voidpants since you sent me an ask with a couple of these in, I'll combine them here <3

This probably goes without saying but there are extreme spoilers for crying wolf below the cut

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way? My recent obsession with vivisection, dissection and cannibalism <33 I know I'm very good at falling into stereotypes and I'm your local transmasc butch unhealthily obsessed with cannibalism <33333

The noirpunk server did, in all honesty. I don't know what I'd do without you guys.

2: What scene did you first put down? The very first scene! I write generally chronologically, unless there's something I'm raring to get down!

3: What’s your favorite line of narration? He pulls back, unable to staunch the hysterical giggles building in his chest, and they tumble free like the intestines of a mutilated fox at the side of a road -- all bloody ropes thick with mucus.

I just like this comparison lol. A close second would be the line about Peter's organs being better to eat than the pigeon.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? “Oh, I know you’re on the square, doll. I don’t think you’ve ever lied to me.”

I really love this line because I love blatant foreshadowing. But also because in the previous line, Hobie really wasn't lying (as is shown later on).

5: What part was hardest to write? The scene directly before the first cannibalism scene. I'm never too sure how to draw it out and build the tension in the proper way and I'm not entirely too sure I managed it.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics? It's absolutely dripping with paranoia, a lot of what is drawn from my own paranoia (where are my insane babes at ik we're around here somewhere). And also it's one of my most violent fics. Didn't tend to write it before now but I'm really enjoying messing around with it now!

7: Where did the title come from? I was brainstorming with myself after I told the people in the discord that I would try to write something approximating what we'd cooked up together and it took a while (probably about half an hour) before I hit on the story of the boy who cried wolf.

In this context, the boy crying wolf is Peter, whose spider senses are so fucked up that he tends to ignore them when he implicitly trusts people -- which means that when that person isn't in their right state of mind, he dismisses any notion that there might be something wrong.

Simultaneously, the crying wolf is Hobie, who is by far the more dangerous one of them, having been possessed by an actual murderous cannibalistic alien, but who is in much more denial about it. (Literally in the scene where he kills and eats Peter, he refuses to accept what's happened, whereas Peter just told him that it was going to be okay. Both of them are Fucked Up okay.)

Anyway this was a long-winded way of saying that it came from a children's story lol

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? Yeah!!! In the early days of the noirpunk discord server, we were chucking around the vague idea of symbiote Hobie, throwing out a few vignette scenes and pieces of dialogue, and it was so compelling to me that I said I'd take a crack at it, so here we are! Thanks guys!

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic? AHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHA

Yes. I have an alternate ending kicking around in my head at the moment that I'll probably start with once I'm finished with whumptober and another couple of things I've promised people I'll do </3 the adhd is real you guys

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story? UM?? BECAUSE NOIRPUNK????????

Because this idea was thought up in the noirpunk server with noirpunk in mind and it would have been a disservice to write this pairing as anything other than noirpunk. And also I wanted to give Peter more cannibalism trauma. And at the moment noirpunk is the only thing keeping me sane (which I mean in a very real and worrying way. We ball.)

11: What do you like best about this fic? I got to write cannibalism under the guise of love :>

Also very proud that I came up with the acronym for the D.O.R.M.A.N.T symbiotes

12: What do you like least about this fic? Um. Am I allowed to say my writing. If not, then I know there are plotholes and pieces of lore about the worlds and the symbiotes that don't make sense. Consider: I wanted to write cannibalism.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading? I listened to a lot of Tunng, Troy Kingi and Arab Strap!!

Mostly from Tunng I was listening to a lot of their album Dead Club and out of those were my favourites of Eating the Dead, Man and also Woman (the last two of which are spoken word poems but I choose to treat them as music because they are <333)

Troy Kingi specifically Sleep (Slumber), First Take Strut, and No Reason to 2nd Guess M.G.

Arab Strap specifically The Turning of our Bones, Here Comes Comus! and The Fable of the Urban Fox.

Sleep (Slumber) was looped specifically for scenes where I needed them to be soft with each other. The Turning of our Bones was looped specifically for the cannibalism. Please watch the music video (don't if you're sensitive to gore) because it's actually one of my favourite things in the world.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic? HUNGER AS A METAPHOR FOR DEVOTION. or there might just be a parasite eating your brain lol

Just kidding. Hm. Sometimes we go through something in our lives that's horrific. And we're trying to process it and not getting anywhere because it's so huge that our brains can't wrap themselves around it. Most of the time, we start to convince ourselves that it's us at the core of the problem. Sometimes we are. But to peel back the layers and get to the actual center, there are almost always outside forces that influence us into certain behaviours/choices that we regret later. And that's part of being human!

I'm not saying that you have a parasite in your brain that's making you eat your romantically inclined partner. I'm saying that the love shown in crying wolf is a relatively equal balance of give and take. They try to be as their worlds have shown them that love is, they're unlearning some of the more detrimental things, they're learning and growing together. They take steps back from each other when they need to and try to navigate their situations as well as they can. Idk.

Forgiveness is probably one of the main themes here. Please be gentle with yourself. It's so so important that you are.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic? That I really enjoy writing cannibalism. And that I need to watch a hell of a lot of 30s nyc films and 70s london films because I STILL don't have their turns of phrases down and it's annoying me.

And to take the leap (haha itsv references). This fic was very overwhelming for me at first because I don't tend to write very fast-paced or violent stuff. But I really enjoy reading it and so I really wanted to write it! Even if it isn't that great, I had a blast writing it!

Thank you for sending this ask in!! It's been really good to look past the writing into the inner mechanics of what makes it tick! (And I promise that I'll have that lore post up sometime!! I have not forsaken you!)

Edit: just realised you skipped 12 in your request but in my defence I'm not wearing my glasses and sort of assumed you asked about everything whoops

#sorry about the lack of life on my writing fronts at the moment #life's thrown me a good few curveballs recently #i am but a small lad <3 #esophagus speaks #ask game #ask answered #fiepige #voidpants #crying wolf #hobie brown #peter benjamin parker #noirpunk #atsv #on writing #behind the scenes with esophagus

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VENOM - Part 1

Venom!Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The Venom Symbiote is a canon event for every Spider-man, so Hobie Brown must have one of his own, right?

TW: Cursing

WC: ~2.7k

A/N: Based off of @fiepige's Venom!Hobie post!! Check them out, their page is really cool and they have concept art!!

Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @s6onder

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Hobie repeated the numbers in his head over and over again as he crawled towards the entrance of the facility, terrified of setting off one of the alarms. It'd taken weeks of research and spying for you to get him the code, and he knew that if he messed it up, he wouldn't get another chance like this.

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Hobie lowered himself from the ceiling, hanging upside down in front of the keypad as he slowly inputted the numbers, being careful not to get one wrong. He felt his heart stop as silence fell.

The door made a quiet whirring noise, before unlocking and opening itself for him. He breathed out a soft sigh, taking a deep breath before silently entering.

Why was he breaking and entering into a multi-million dollar science lab that was heavily guarded by some of the greatest security systems in the nation? Because you'd told him to.

Just a month ago, you and the rest of his gang had received intel regarding the V.E.N.O.M soldier that Osborne used to wreak havoc on the city. Although you'd all already known that whatever powered them wasn't exactly...from this world...you still had no idea how to stop them.

That's where this heist came in.

Hobie believed that if he was able to steal the data situated in the lab, he'd be able to learn more about the V.E.N.O.M. soldiers...and hopefully figure out how to defeat them. It was a smart plan, but one that would prove difficult to carry out.

That's how he ended up here. Crawling along the length of the ceiling while examining the inside of the room that, according to his blueprints, would contain the data he needed. He dropped himself down onto the ground, crouching slightly as he approached what looked like a large glass cell.

It reminded him of a terrarium almost, something that was meant to cage those that could easily escape. In this case, 'those' stood for whatever was powering those soldiers. What was it? He wasn't sure.

All he knew was that this was the original. Where Osborne took his inspiration from, the thing that paved the way for the V.E.N.O.M. technology he used to terrorize the city today. See, Osborne's super-soldiers didn't actually use the original power source. They used a synthetic version of it, created by some of Oscorp's finest scientists, forced to perform a nearly impossible feat with a tight deadline.

But they'd done it. They'd duplicated whatever was in that cell. And now...it was Hobie's turn to find out what exactly this power source was.

As Hobie approached the glass, he could hear a slight squelching sound, so quiet that it was barely audible. Where was it coming from? He peered into the cage, hand pressed flat against the cold exterior. He couldn't see anything.

For a moment, he wanted to open the cage, maybe take a look inside, but he thought against it. There was nothing there. Could they have moved it? He cursed under his breath. Their intel wasn't exactly up-to-date...there was a chance that the power source had been moved.

Biting back his frustration, he turned his attention towards the large computer sitting on the desk next to the cell, pulling up the keyboard and glancing down at the messy scribbles on his wrist. The prewritten bypass codes, in permanent black ink, stood out against his dark skin, just legible enough for him to input them without making a mistake.

He began to scroll through the contents of the computer, pulling out a flash drive from his pocket and stabbing it into the side, the upload beginning almost immediately. While he waited for the files to load, he walked back towards the cell, hands in his pockets.

The small screen on the side of the door had begun to flash, little red warning signs appearing. He clicked past them and a page with graphs and charts opened up with a beep. He squinted slightly as he attempted to read the writing.

Beep

No Host Detected

Host?

Beep

Symbiote Pheromone Levels Spiking

Symbiote?

Hobie furrowed his brows in confusion, trying to click on the page again to make it larger. Instead, his finger accidentally brushed against the open button.

Beep

Are you sure?

The warning message popped up. Hobie hesitated for a moment, glancing back into the cell. He pressed 'yes'.

The door to the cage made a quiet whirring noise before it slowly opened, allowing Hobie to cautiously step onto the white tile inside. He could feel his spider-sense acting up, but he couldn't see anything. He entered the cell fully, hands up defensively as he looked around. And then he saw it.

Beep

Host detected.

On the floor in front of him was what looked like...a glob? It was jet black, and he could make out some slight ripples on the surface of it's skin (skin??) that shined when the light from the bright bulbs on the ceiling hit them in just the right place. It was slowly approaching him, not slithering or crawling like an animal, but extending itself out and pulling itself forward.

Hobie was taken aback by the sight, in such shock that he barely even noticed how much his spider sense was flaring up. He stared at it and it stared back up at him. When he tilted his head to the right slightly, it tilted its body the same way, as if it was mimicking him.

Hobie didn't know whether to laugh or run away.

"Unauthorized entrance"

He snapped his head back as he heard the robotic voice sound over the speakers, alerting the entirety of the building of his presence. His heart dropped. "Fuck" He muttered under his breath, shooting one last glance at the glob before walking back towards the door of the cell. He almost didn't notice it latch onto his boot.

"Wot the-" He let out a small yelp as he saw it crawling up his boot. He attempted to kick it off, and it fell to the ground, but instead of trying to crawl towards him again, it pushed itself back slightly. Hobie looked at it amusedly for a moment before a chill ran up his spine in realization. It was acting like an animal. An animal about to strike.

It pounced towards him, faster than he could react. He tried to dodge out of the way, but it extended itself out, something Hobie'd never seen before, and it latched onto him, forcing him to stumble and fall onto his back. He sat up quickly, eyes wide with fear as it began to climb up his chest.

He tried to pull it off, grunting with exertion, but it was too late. Hobie watched in horror as the symbiote sunk into him.

"He's in there!"

He didn't have time for this.

Ignoring the fact that the so-called symbiote had disappeared, Hobie jumped up onto the ceiling, sticking onto the rough surface and heading towards the vents he came through earlier. The guards entered and aimed their guns at the ceiling, but he was already gone, having climbed through the vent without a trace.

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"A symbiote?" You asked, folding your arms over your chest as you leaned back in your chair. He nodded in response, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. "What the hell is a symbiote?"

"I don't know. It's probably where the tech came from. 's the original V.E.N.O.M. mech. Or at leas', it looked like V.E.N.O.M. mech." He replied, bouncing his leg up and down.

The two of your were sitting in the living room of his canal boat, going over the contents of the flash drive that he'd just barely escaped with. He'd been able to download most of the files, but they needed an encryption code to access, which neither of you knew. The whole heist had ended up being a waste...except for the fact that he said he saw the original mech.

"What do you mean it looked like the V.E.N.O.M. mech?" You asked confusedly, tilting your head at him. "Was it not the same?"

"No." He shook his head and put his hand against his face, nibbling on his fingernails. "It was this weird...gooey...stuff." He said awkwardly.

You pushed his hand away from his mouth. "Don't do that. Are you okay? You seem nervous." He looked up at your concerned face and his expression softened slightly. "I'm fine. Jus' still on edge." he said quickly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his vest.

"Look, tha' symbiote thing did something. It kind of-" he cringed, knowing that your response wasn't going to be positive, "-latched onto me."

You froze. "What."

"It melted. It melted on top of me, an' then it jus' disappeared. Like I absorbed it or somethin'" he said quietly, his fingers moving back towards his mouth.

"Why would you go near it?" You asked, shock spreading through your body. "Are you insane?"

"I didn't know it would do tha'!" He voice turned defensive as he leaned back slightly, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "I didn't even know it was there! It just appeared out o' nowhere!"

"Okay, okay" you put your hands up to calm him down, or more to calm yourself down. "How do you feel? Did it...change anything?"

He stayed silent for a moment, thinking it over. "I feel great actually."

You raised your eyebrows. "Really?" You asked curiously.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm a bit nervous but that's just 'cause I almost got caught." He stood up, stretching his arms out, a smile appearing on his face as he realized that he was in fact feeling much better. "I feel amazin'"

"Amazing?"

He ignored you and jumped up, sticking his hand to the ceiling. "Huh. I didn't even realize 'til now."

"Okay, let's not jump ahead. We still need to figure out where that thing went." You said, gesturing for him to sit back down. "Did you really just...absorb it?"

He wasn't paying attention to you. He was looking down at his hands weirdly, inspecting them as he stayed sticking to the ceiling. "Hobie!" He looked back at you. "Yea?"

"Can you sit back down?"

"Yes ma'am." He unlatched himself from the ceiling and plopped back down onto the couch. He looked down at himself curiously before glancing back towards you. "You don' think that thing attaching itself t' me is gonna change my powers, do you?"

"Why do you think that?" you asked, eyes widening slightly as you thought about that idea. What if?

"Well, if it's the original V.E.N.O.M. tech, it should act like the tech Ozzy's groupies use, right? Maybe I could use that-"

"No."

"Wot?" He looked at you confusedly. "What do you mean, no?"

"We are not planning another riot when you haven't even figured out what that thing's done to you, Hobes." You said with an eye roll. "You're taking this too easy."

He gave you one of those starboy grins of his. "Come off it, I'm Spider-Man, remember? I'll be fine. Might as well put this t' good use." He said with a wink.

"Put what to use? You don't even know what that thing's doing to you-"

"I'll figure it out along the way." he interrupted, leaning back with a smile. You smacked your forehead in annoyance while he gave you an amused look. "'s cute that you care about me so much-"

"Don't. Even. Start."

"Alright, alright" he put his hands up defensively. "I'm jus' messing with ya."

You gave him another glance. "Are you sure you feel okay?" You tried one last time.

"Peachy."

"Fine." You grumbled, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. "You want something to eat?" You asked, opening the fridge and peering inside.

He followed you, leaning against the counter as he watched from behind. "I'll have a yogurt or something."

You squinted. "I don't think we have yogurt."

"It's right there." he said, vaguely gesturing towards the contents of the fridge.

"Where?"

"Here, jus' let me-" He pointed his hand to towards you, attempting to shoot a web towards the fridge. Suddenly, instead of a web coming out of his wrist like usual, something else appeared.

You watched in horror as his arm turned black and extended towards the fridge, grabbing onto the yogurt before pulling it back. You looked at Hobie and he looked equally as confused, staring down at the container in his hand in shock.

"What the fuck was that?!" You exclaimed, taking a step back.

"I-I don't know!" He replied back, his voice just as high-pitched and nervous as yours was. He held his hand in from of him like it was a weapon, pointing it out. "Tha's new..."

"NO SHIT?!"

"Don't yell at me!" He said, eyes wide.

"What was that thing?!"

"I don't know! Maybe it came from-" his jaw dropped. "You don't think-"

"The symbiote." You both whispered together. "I don't remember V.E.N.O.M. soldiers being able to do that" You said nervously. "Well, it is the original...it probably has some different abilities?" He asked, obviously trying to play it off.

You stared at each other in silence. "You know wot? It's fine." he said, opening up the yogurt container. You watched him in shock. "Are you mental?" You asked, approaching him, throwing your hands up in the air. "How are you okay with this?"

"Well what else am I supposed to do? I don't know how t' get this thing out!" he said defensively, mouth full of yogurt. "I'll figure it out later. I'm hungry." He mumbled, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth as he looked away.

What the hell?

Why was he acting so weird? You'd have never expected him to be okay with some weird gooey alien controlling his body. And since when did he like yogurt?!?

"You're hungry?"

He nodded in response, tossing the empty container into the trash and sifting through the items in the fridge as he searched for another item to attack. His eyes landed on a bag of...frozen shrimp.

He pulled it out curiously, putting it near his face. "What is this?" He asked, looking at it as though he was on the brink of starvation. "...frozen shrimp?" you replied cautiously. "Don't tell me you're gonna ea-"

It was too late. He'd already opened the bag and was crunching on the pieces as if they were chips. "Hobie!" You exclaimed, jaw dropping as you watched him. "What are you-" You stopped yourself, barely able to process what you were seeing.

He just shrugged in response. "I'm hungry."

"FOR FROZEN SHRIMP?!?"

"It smells good!"

His ears perked up and he put the bag down, as if he'd heard something. "Do you hear tha'?" He asked, walking towards the window near the two of you.

"Hear what?"

He pressed his ear to the glass of the window. "Someone needs my help."

"How-"

"I gotta go. Spider-man duties." he interrupted, taking another handful of shrimp in his hand before he grabbed his mask off the couch.

"What are you-"

"See you later, love!"

"Hobie-!"

And just like that, he was gone without another word, swinging off into the distance, faster that he usually did.

Strange.

You stared into the distance, still trying to process what'd just happened. You couldn't help but feel as though something was off. I mean...obviously something was off, but there was this feeling in the pit of your stomach that made it seem as though something far, far worse was going to happen.

It was best not to dwell on it. The best thing for you to do right now was to figure out the encryption code for that damn flash drive. Only then would you be able to figure out what that symbiote really was. And what it could be doing.

End of Part 1.

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