Hi, hi! Idk if is possible but, can I ask for a romantic letter from Hobie Brown from Across the Spiderverse? It would be pretty lovely <3
(Thank u sm if u read this! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆)
**The multiverse is a vast place, and it's always fun for the posthound to meet fellow pioneers swinging through. Even if trouble means they can't visit long, a friendly neighborhood punk is always a fun surprise! Your letter arrives with the posthound who's sporting a few new colors in his fur, and with a "WOOOOF!" he announces your delivery!**
Hey, love—
Not big on letters, yeah? Feels a bit too proper, like something you’d find tucked inside a royal invitation or whatever. But you’ve been on my mind all day, and when that happens I’ve got to put it somewhere before my brain explodes like an overdriven amp.
So… here we are.
Been thinking about the way you look at the world. Most people just walk through it, heads down, doing what they’re told. But you? You notice things. The cracks in the pavement, the music in the noise, the bits that don’t quite fit. That’s rare. That’s punk.
And I love that about you.
Truth is, the whole multiverse thing gets messy. One minute you’re swinging through neon skylines, next minute everything’s upside down and someone’s telling you what you can or can’t do. I’ve never been good at following those sorts of rules anyway. But when things get loud and chaotic, you’re the thought that cuts through the noise.
Like a riff that keeps the whole song together.
I know things seem all crazy and it's hard to see them ever getting better but remember, we keep trying and shouting, and making sure to protect the people who can't protect themselves. It'll get better even if we have to drag it kicking and screaming.
I don’t do the whole “perfect future” speech. Never trusted people who promise tidy endings. But I do know this: wherever I land next—whatever dimension, whatever mess—I’m hoping you’re there beside me, laughing at the same stupid things and making the whole place feel a bit more alive.
You’re brilliant. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.
And if the world ever tries to box you in… well. You know I’ve got bolt cutters.
