I've been on a Hamilton brainrot and I honestly think I'm being haunted by the ghost of Hamilton himself because I've suddenly got the urge to practice cursive writing, write a bunch of essays and letters in a flowery language.
I was thinking of trying to make a mini comic series for some sort of good omens AU so hear me out
A little AU where the Bentley and the bookshop are Crowley and aziraphales respective children.
I should also say that I’m quite certain I’ve seen someone else do this first but I could not for the life of me find the art I remember seeing but if anyone knows other artists who have done this AU lemme know!
I’ll probably make a more coherent post once I have more planned out, I’m still very new to the good omens fandom so I’m not expecting many to see this but I just wanna get the idea out there so that I actually commit to making something
How NoirPunk Meets - Hobie Brown x Noir!Peter Parker Headcanons
a/n: listen okay these two just hear me out- just listen i swear these two are perfect for each other on god i promise just trust me
also i be calling noir peter if thats okay i dont really see that much
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So let's just be honest they're a large part of why the other sticks around in the society, and I wouldn't be surprised if -
Hobie was the one that finally got Noir!Peter to join
I really like the idea that Hobie was the thing that convinced him to join.
I mean, Peter has his own shit going on, he's not just fighting Goblin and the usual villains - he's actively trying to stop a fascist regime and thought system.
I could absolutely see the society approaching him multiple times, and Peter just declining. He's the brooding type to work alone, and (aside from learning about color), it wouldn't be surprised if he was just uncomfortable with this whole 'secret society of superhumans that controls the flow of history' thing...because, y'know
So as a last ditch effort, Miguel and Jess ask Lyla whose left and who's algorithmically their best bet at recruiting him
And Lyla is like '..You know who ;) '
Miguel is like 'Jesus Christ anyone but him' - because they barely send Hobie on missions for a reason!! He's a huge wildcard
and convincing Hobie to recruit someone else is a whole different story for another time
Hobie went to Peter's universe already planning to have him as an ally
It was only after they debriefed him on Spider-Noir and what he does that Hobie agreed
Even from his case file - which Hobie thinks it's creepy they have that but whatever - Hobie admired him and his activism
SO much of world theory and social understanding developed from the thirties onward, so already he'd feel a connection and understanding, being almost impressed by Noir
And despite what he lets on to Miguel, Hobie is smart and informed as fuck, and from his large knowledge of world history, so he already knew what he was getting into
But the first time he stepped into Noir's universe it was like turning the world on its head
It really shocked Hobie, which is pretty hard to do
It was like going from the world's loudest room to dead silence. It's a kind of serenity that kind of puts Hobie at ease. The rain, the darkness, the quiet, all that
Which is why Peter comes home one night to Hobie just chilling in his apartment like it's nothing
He's just laid out on the couch like 'Oh great, for a second I thought The Man was going to have you working all night.'
And like COME ONNNN could you imagine from Peter's POV
Working literally all night, tired as hell, coming home to the dark of his apartment with the rain outside, and he just finds Hobie, vibrant and pink on his couch, his color the only thing in the room
Usually Peter turned away all the others from the society, but he felt like Hobie might be different
So he let him stay, and offered to hear him out
But what's supposed to be a recruitment pitch turns into hours of Hobie and Peter at Peter's kitchen table, shooting the shit and talking about anything
Peter makes them some coffee as Hobie looks over Peter's book collection, smiling at the ones filled with Peter's notes and thoughts in the margins
Peter is almost taken a back, because Hobie is so bold and out there and worldly
He's surprised to meet someone actually interested in justice - real, actual justice - and equality. Someone whose ready to talk about it so openly and say 'hey fuck this amiright'
It's SO refreshing to Peter
He's impressed that Hobie has all of this vocabulary, describing complex ideals that were still being formed and whispered about in 1933.
In a universe full of rain and shadows and shades of grey, meeting Hobie is like falling into an oil painting for Peter. He's full of color and humor and ease and confidence - his humor is scathing and honest, and Hobie's the first one to make Peter laugh at a joke about anti-capitalism
The first night they meet they kinda just get lost in each other
And UHHHH yeah they keep going
Hobie comes back the first night and tells Miguel that he's 'still staking Noir out', not telling him they've actually met
And for the next four nights, Hobie came over to Noir's place, just to see him, and talk
Peter knows why Hobie's there, and Hobie isn't trying to hide it. In the beginning he tells Noir straight up that he's here for recruitment, that he thinks it's bullshit, and that eventually he's going to do something about it
But he asks Noir to join because, yeah, Hobie likes him a lot, and he wants to see him more. And he thinks he'd be one of the most valuable allies to have, ever.
Noir is literally his comrade.
And Noir agrees (, but he probably will have some terms and conditions to take up with Miguel later, like the kind of missions he will do, the amount of time he can and can't spend away from his dimension, etc)
But for the next four nights, they spend it just with each other, learning each other and trading ideas, drinking coffee in Peter's apartment and listening to vinyls
And they just make each other so soft
Sometimes, Hobie brings papers from his world to show Peter
The third time he visits, Hobie brings him a stack of zines - colorful little booklets full of collages and bold ink
On some nights, Hobie reads over Peter's first drafts at his kitchen table, watching Peter make coffee on the stove, the old-fashioned way
People at the Bugle start to notice that even if it's subtle, Peter seems more at ease and easygoing, and he has DOZENS of new, forward thinking ideas in his writing that he's excited about
Meanwhile Hobie's been in a great mood (which Miguel hates cause he's a hater like that)
He asks Hobie for a status report, and Hobie smuggly tells him that the missions accomplished
And Lyla is grinning her little ass off because OF COURSE she knew that algorithmically they're romantically compatible
(And YES Lyla sets up mission teams based on her own little matchmaker algorithm without Miguel's permission because she thinks its funny)
From then on Noir requests he either be assigned solo missions or missions with Hobie
And they go around HQ calling each other their 'partner' and neither refuses to elaborate any further
Mission partner? Dating partner? Partner-in-crime? ALL THREE.
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im obsessed with these geniuses. look at what they've done to me (and by they I mean myself I've done this to myself)
hi thxs for reading also this was not proofread so if you see a typo my adhd says no you didnt
In a world obsessed with labels, he shattered them all. Gender as an obsolete construct. But even he, couldn't mask his surprise when Noir handed him those monochrome roses. If they bore color, surely they'd bleed burgundy. Now, Hobie clutched roses as black as Noir’s himself in that ridiculously attractive trench coat, echoing the haunting allure of gothic masterpieces. His astonishment wasn’t just about the irony of it all, but a ghost from the past – the only other flowers he'd known were those laid on a friend's grave.
The moment his eyes landed on those flowers, he envisioned their fate. A worn-out vase, marked by time and, let's be honest, indifference, stood on the improvised windowsill of his houseboat. In due time, he'd press the black petals between the pages of the very few books he actually owned and didn’t borrow from the library, crafting what he knew was called a herbarium.
Yet he reveled in the drama, taunting Noir with antiquated traditions. Noir, though, with eyes that missed nothing, caught the shadows Hobie always tried to bury. Rooted in old-world charm and serenades like "The very thought of you" or "My time is your time" Noir's actions screamed louder than words. It was evident in the deathly beauty of the bouquet, the embrace of a dance in his dimly-lit kitchen, and gestures as subtle yet profound as an open door or a beckoning hand. On the battlefield, Noir's presence loomed, not out of doubt in Hobie's prowess – they've danced with death together for months by now – but because a gentleman’s heart knows when to shield what it treasures most.
i'm slowly falling more in love with noirpunk (hobie x spider-noir) and just how much SENSE it makes.
they're both anti-facists, they have opposing colour schemes and designs. they have similar trauma and issues back in their respective universes, but deal with it in different ways; hobie with dry humour but realistic ideolegies, and noir as more withdrawn, serious but deadpan. they're both tall mfs. they beat up nazis on weekends. they can expose each other to new ideas. hobie is more leaning to freedom, and noir is leaning more to authority and law. they are both warring against facists in their worlds but meet in the middle. noir never shows his face to anyone but would eventually show it to hobie. hobie would play noir his music and noir would love it. noir would be in awe of hobie's kalaedescopic aesthetic. hobie would find noir's monochrome look a breath of fresh air from his universe where it's all in your face.
I may have written a little thing about Crowley falling based on this:
So um here you go.
The trial has been concluded. All angels that sided with Lucifer will fall. One by one, a third of the angels start screaming and writhing in agony. Some embrace it and cackle in defiance, others fight against it apologising and desperately begging to be forgiven. Crowley sees this all happening before him knowing it’s only a matter of seconds before it hits him too.
He looks into the crowd of angels that watch the chaos and pain before them, revelling and rejoicing in their victory. There is only one angel he seeks out. The one angel that looks upon the falling angels in horror and empathy. The one angel that admired his creations alongside him. The one angel who had warned him of this.
Aziraphale’s eyes meet his across the room of pain, celebration, and treachery. White hot claws pull at his chest and one thought crosses his mind.
“I don’t want to go.”
The broken words are silent compared to the shrieks that echo through the Heavenly halls but still they find their way to the ears of the angel. The angel. The only angelic one of Heaven. And those words break the angel’s own heart.
He sees it. He sees his own pain reflected in the angel’s eyes. It’s the last thing he sees before his vision turns white. Before the claws take hold of this arms, his legs, his wings, his face, his eyes, and finally, they take their prize, his heart.
And then he falls.
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Yeah so I’ve been watching Doctor Who and was thinking of the Ten’s regeneration and thought ‘what if Crowley said “I don’t want to go” like that when he fell?’ and that was the inspiration for this.
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