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Hobie Brown Roommate headcanons
He's awake at the randomest of times, you'll walk out in the living room at two am and he's just sitting on the couch stitching up his vest, listening to his punk music quietly playing beside him.
Hes kinda an older brother in a way, checking up on you with a knock on your door, walking inside (with your permission of course) and touch the things that interest him, and he may or may not steal the occasional hoodie or sweatpants from you.
He would make extra portions of his food for you if you seem busy throughout the week, taking interest in what your preferences are and what you avoid.
Hes a relatively clean roommate, picking up around the house, doing chores but not without his music blasting, even trying to get you to dance with him. "C'mon, lovey! Feel the rhythm!" He would wiggle his eyebrows, trying to convince you.
If you have previous band experience, he would probably be a bit more comfortable with you, talking and rambling on the couch together about a new band he has been wanting to see and you guys would gush over your favorite bands together.
Hobie Brown <3
I don't get jealous
For once, on the way home from watching Hobie and his band play down at the new pub that has opened up, McGregors, Hobie is silent on the ride home, only murmuring soft replies to whatever question or comment I say to him, an deep in thought expression on his handsome face.
I frown as the bus we're on stops and Hobie gently grabs onto my hand and leads me to the front, and down the steps, and off of the bus giving a small two fingered salute to the bus driver, who Hobie knows and is allowed free rides from.
I give a polite wave to the bus driver and the man in the black cap nods before driving off and Hobie begins to walk, moving his hand from holding mine to gently holding the loop on the side of my pants as we walk together towards our apartment.
Its about a five minute walk but still Hobie is silent, brushing his thumb over the hip part of my pants in casual affection and that only makes me think harder. 'he doesn't seem angry at me...so what is going on?'
Once we reach our apartment, Hobie swiftly grabs onto the key ring on his own belt loop, taking if off and unlocking the door with familiar ease before replacing the key ring back onto his belt loop gently pushing me inside before himself.
"Is everything alright, babe?" I ask softly, taking off my jacket and placing it on the wooden coat rack beside our door. Hobie merely gives a small dismissive hum, "Yeah, I'm alright, keen as a peach." He murmurs, shedding his own jacket, placing it beside mine before walking further into our apartment.
My eyebrows furrow together at the dismissive tone, and I begin to trail Hobie, following him into our bedroom to where he's sat on our bed, untying his boots.
"You haven't said an actual sentence that isn't dismissive, since we left the pub. What is going on?" I ask, kneeling in front of him with concerned eyes.
Hobie looks up from untying his boots, and there's an small scowl on his face but I already know it isn't directed at me. "One of the blokes had the gawl to gauke at you after the show, I seen him in the crowd watching you like you weren't nothing but a pretty face." He huffs, tone coming out more irritated, but he continues. "Then, the new guy on bass, Archie or whatever asked if you n' me were serious-" Hobie's rant is cut off by an irritated groan, finally untying both of his boots with more than needed force.
I put my hands out in front of me in a calming gesture, "Woah, woah, sweetheart. It's okay." I say, trying to cool Hobies irritable and upset mood, I bring one hand up to cup Hobies cheek, gently stroking my thumb over his flushed cheek.
"It's alright to get jealous, I get jealous sometimes too-" I'm cut off by Hobie narrowing his eyes at me, as he tongues the inside of his cheek. 'oh boy'
"I dont get jealous." He scoffs lightly as if the mere idea is ridiculous, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares at me half heartedly.
I quickly begin to backtrack, nodding. "Of course..but it isn't a bad thing that you might be." I say, trying to reassure him but that doesn't seem to be a good enough answer for Hobie as he keeps his narrowed gaze on me, jaw clenching and unclenching.
I don't have a moment to react before Hobie leans forward, placing his hands behind my thighs as I'm still kneeling in front of him and gently lifts me up into his lap, effectively making me straddle his thighs.
I can't get a word in either as Hobie leans his head into my neck, breathing in my scent and the tension practically melts away from his body. "I don't get jealous." He repeats softly, pressing soft kisses to the pulse point of my neck, his hands finding my hips to bring me closer to him.
I only breathe out an agreeing "Uh-huh" as my hands tangle in the back of his hair. 'this is going to be an interesting night' I think to myself, cheeks flushing from the incoming thoughts as Hobies lips go lower...
General Hobie Headcanons
Hobie Brown gives me insomniac vibes. He would walk around late at night with his headphones on but he would probably be listening to white girl music while making a cup of beef ramen. "Ca-la-fornia girls we're unforgettable, daisy dukes, bikinis on top-"
He has an resting bitch face that makes a lot of people avoid him on the street, coupled with the fact he's tall as hell but if he comes across a stray animal? He's instantly crouching down and offering a hand to the animal with soft cooing noises, making a nickname for the animal upon the spot. "You look like a Charles to me.."
I don't care if he is spiderman, he seems like he runs into things constantly, not because he's necessarily clumsy but he's lanky and tall. If you ask him where he got the bruises, he would hum and shrug his shoulders. "Think I slept fought my toaster." Just give you a ridiculous excuse everytime.
Hobie loves beanies, problem is, the fabric has to be stretchy enough to fit his bunches of hair which some beanies are absolutely hard to find made with such fabric so he gathers (steals) the perfect fabric (He stood in the aisle for a good ten minutes before picking his favorite color of the fabric) and makes his own beanies as a result, adding his own personal touches of stitching, patterns and pins. "Big brands could never." He would scoff looking proudly in the mirror.
This man doesn't do matching socks, I don't care what you say. "Our downfall as a society started with matching socks." He would nod and say.
Sickly Sweet
Like Clockwork, every year in the spring I get sick. Be it the flu, extreme irritable allergies that won't go away or just a stubborn cough. It happens.
I groan, trying to shuffle some of the blankets that are cocooning and holding me hostage in my boyfriend's bed off of me, searching for a moment of rest from being so hot.
"What do you think you're doin'?" Comes from the doorway, and I practically deflate at the sound of that cocky voice I love so much.
"Babe, I need a minute without these blankets suffocating me." I quietly hiss, glaring at Hobie.
Hobie only walks closer, stopping right by my side to take the damp rag from my forehead and placing a fresh and cold one in its place.
I can't help but tense up at the sudden coldness of it but it becomes very welcomed after I get used to the feeling.
"Is this really necessary..?" I huff, but Hobie merely gives me an raised eyebrow look, and I roll my eyes.
"Open up, Lovey." He says, grabbing the thermometer from the crate-makeshift side table. I only glare at Hobie, eyes narrowed in refusal and pure stubbornness. "No."
"No?" Hobie repeats, an amused smile rising to his lips, shiny piercing at the corner of his lips catching in the dim light of the bedroom lamp.
"No, this is childish and I don't want to-" I'm interuptted by Hobie swiftly catching my jaw in one hand, placing the thermometer gently into my mouth and under my tongue, shutting my mouth around the thin piece of metal.
"Hush and let me take care of my darling, alright?" He murmurs, eyeing the thermometer and me with his own stubborn yet loving look.
All I can do is sigh and nod, letting Hobie keep me trapped underneath piles of blankets, fetching me cool rags to place on my forehead and hope I don't sweat to death.
Hobie Brown Boyfriend Headcanons Part II
Hobie Brown would tie your shoe laces almost instantly if he notices they aren't tied, doesn't matter what you or he's doing at the time, he's kneeling down in front of you and swiftly double knotting the laces. "Trying to fall for me all over again, eh?" He would tease.
Hobie would sleep with an arm tucked around your waist, in a loose grip with your head tucked into the crook of his neck, depending on how hard his missions went is how hard he would be to wake up, also he absolutely sleep talks. "Tha damn pigeons are everywhere-"
Pet names are an given. We know he calls Gwen, Gwendy and Miles, Peter Pan and( I absolutely Headcanons he gives every spider person a nickname even if they like it or not) so calling his partner nicknames would be often, "Darling, Sweetheart, Sweet Pea, Babe"
If you were around the same size as him, or if you liked oversized clothing, he's snatching it without a doubt, bonus points if it's a band shirt. If you were to complain, he'd just throw one of his own shirts at you. "There, now we're even."
He would leave little scraps of paper around place, often times with a small heart along with his initials just for you to find. But, he would make some if not most of them difficult to find and or reach, just as a challenge.
If you wanted your hair up, or wanted it a certain style, Hobie would do his best to help, saying, "I have plenty of experience with hair in the band business, babe." But, depending on the hair style it may turn out really good or not good at all but Hobie would stand beside you and tell you that you look great anyway.
Okay but check out the other Spider-Punk’s guitar (the one in the middle) - zoom in on it and look at the pattern. ISN’T IT SO COOL???!?!?!?!!!!
(Pls lmk if this is you so I can tag you!)
Almost done with Hobie’s guitar! This is my first time making a prop out of EVA foam, and I’m really happy with it. Just gotta add the strings and it’ll be all done 😊
And it’s not really visible in the pics, but there’s actually a compartment inside to hold my things when I’m walking around at cons. If I gotta carry this big thing around, I might as well make it useful lol
Now, more than ever:
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Listen…you just can’t keep Spider-Punk away from a protest. From the sea to the river, Palestine will live forever! 🇵🇸
(April 5th, 2025 - Washington, D.C.)
Noir: “Can you take that down? This is very inappropriate.”
Hobie: “Suck my dick from the back!”
Noir: “Oh lord, I haven’t done that since 1912…”
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Based on fan art by @brown-spider
Captions by @hobiesdump
Photographer and Noir cosplayer are both credited on my Instagram!
(Filmed in a location where graffiti is legal—definitely do not post video evidence of crimes)
📍 Graffiti Alley, Cambridge, MA
It’s actually legal to graffiti the walls here. Don’t post evidence of crimes!
“Well, clearly you didn’t climb high enough.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Noooooo!”
Climbed this thing with platform boots on because I don’t believe in risk 😎
This is probably what was in the surveillance reports Osborn’s HQ had on Hobie and the Spider-Band lol
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ELON DID A NAZI SALUTE
A Spider-Punk PSA
I’m leaving TikTok, here’s the last thing I had to say on that platform.
Don’t give up the fight. Do not comply in advance. And remember, what would Hobie do?
Showing the spikes off on my rp blog!
Hey man, I like your suit! Digging the spikes!
@nycwa11craw1er
Thanks homie! Feel free to take a closer look at ‘em if you want :)
Just a silly little clip from when I was filming the guitar video
A closer look at the newsprint guitar I made for my Spider-Punk cosplay! This was really fun to research and put together, and I hope you folks like it too :)
Making friends at Rhode Island Comic Con :)
I’ve been working on an upgraded version of Spider-Punk’s pants, and I’m so happy that I got to debut them at Rhode Island Comic Con this last weekend!
Shoutout to @hobiesdump for helping me figure out what some of the patch designs were! Couldn’t have done it without ya :)
Us punks gotta stick together, yeah?
I’m so obsessed with the paint splatters on my fellow Spider-Punk that I met at Rhode Island Comic Con 🎨
Alright folks, gather around and I’ll tell you why we need to overthrow the government!
I love this guitar so much, y’all have no idea 😄
That newsprint pattern is a collection of news clippings from American protest history, mostly from the ~1960s to the present day. I really enjoyed putting it all together, it’s like I was making an artistic tribute to the movement. There’s shoutouts to the Freedom Riders, the 2020 Black Lives Matter uprisings, the Gaza solidarity encampments earlier this year, the Weather Underground, and so much more. My personal favorite is the headline from the Stonewall riots along the bottom side of the guitar: “GAYS HIT NY COPS” 🫡🏳️🌈
Some of the guitar parts actually work, too! You could flip that switch and spin those tuners. It’s really fun to fidget with when I’m waiting in long lines at cons.
The “stickers” are all accurate to Hobie’s official character art btw!
More pics under the cut~
A Spider-Punk PSA.
I’m just saying, he canonically does kill fascists