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KENMA LEARNING TO RETWIST YOUR LOCS SO HE CAN SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU

i can and will do a backflip. no i cant

like he'd learn and ask to practice on you.. THEN HE GETS REALLY GOOD AT IT.

mmmmm watching tv with him while he does it too. it keeps his hands busy and he always learns a little more about you during all three to four hours it takes.

you make dinner as a thank you and he loves it since he loves your cooking. (and you💖)

i love him.

-button🌺

#imagine rebloging this to the wrong acc #.... wouldn't be me lmaoo

[undobutton]

so, i accidentally deleted a request from a dear anon. But! i remember that it was for Grim with an inexperienced reader having their first kiss! so I'll gladly write it for them. Sorry anon i hope you find this!

warnings: spoilers for Grim's name! terrible grammar and capitalization. possibly ooc grim

synopsis: Grim is more than happy to be your first kiss! you're his sunshine afterall

characters: Grimmy <3

a/n: sorry again anon, hope you like it!

when you tell him that you've never kissed anyone he will do extensive research.

because he's never kissed anyone either.

won't let you know that he's looking it up though.

so in the moment he kinda dissmisses it??

"you've never kissed anyone, Sunshine?" Casper asks, tilting his head at you. The two of you are in your room, sitting next to each other on the bed. The moon is high in the sky, making his white hair glow brighter than usual. (and he thinks you're the only radiant one 🙄) You've just explained your.. lack of experience to him, your face hot as you made your way through the confession. Casper nods his head gently. "that's not a problem... we can be affectionate in other ways" he suggests, casting his gaze to the closed window while scooting closer to you. pink dusting his cheeks. "though im surprised no ones gone after someone as..." he blushes harder "stunning as you."

after spending the next day on yihoo answers and watching a few videos (don't ask) Casper feels as though he's more than ready to be your first kiss!

when you come home from work, practically dragging yourself through the door. dropping your stuff on the floor and getting situated with little haste. Casper sits on your bed, blushing brightly and absentmindedly playing with your pet.

"had a good day, Grimmy?" you smile, joining him on your bed. already feeling better at the sight of his flustered face. "yes... [pet's name] and i have made a truce" he proclaims proudly, giving them an extra affectionate pat. (the two were fighting for your attention recently). You nod your approval and get cozy on the bed, blissfully unaware of Casper's internal panic as you cozy up to him for a nap.

This goes on for the rest of the day. By "this" i mean Casper being a little.. extra flustered by your affection. not that he minds! besides, you were gonna tease him all afternoon anyways.

now, it's well after dinner time and you're in bed waiting for Casper to be done with his skincare routine.* the headboard working together with a pillow to support your back as you skim your old diary. Giggling softly at a few of your entries. Because of this, Casper manages to 'sneak up' on you.

"hey... Sunshine," he says, walking into the room and getting under the covers next to you. "hi there pretty boy" you smirk, subtly hiding the book from him and placing it on the bedside table to give him your full attention. (that diary is full of teasing ammo you don't need him having) he blushes more than usual at the pet name, but rolls his eyes all the same.

"i did some.. research on kissing" he starts, playing with the hem of his pajama top. "

"oh? you researched it?" you ask, holding back a laugh. he looks at you with a slight pout.

"what? was my approach wrong again?" he huffs

"yes, and as always it's adorable." you smirk booping his nose. Capser pushes your finger away and flushes pink, looking at your plant and questioning everything that lead to this monent.

"well regardless, I did my research. and now i think i can give you a proper first kiss" he states, getting more embarrassed by the minute. reminding you of the flowers he'd gotten you and how adorable he was while handing them over.

"you really thought this through?" you ask, feeling your own face get hot as his words sunk in.

"yes, of course I did. I have a reputation as the best of the best y'know" he scoffs, getting his confidence back. "i had to make sure that my kissing skills would be unparalleled." you roll your eyes and bring your face down near his, grinning as his face gets redder by the seconds. "then lets see it. show me how well you-"

you're cut off by Casper gently sliding a hand against your cheek and gripping your neck softly. he's still blushing madly but there's a cockiness to it. "i will, when you stop talking." he says, kissing your cheek. you mumble out a response and play with the ends of his hair, waiting for him to finally kiss you.

after a few seconds (a few seconds too long in your opinion) he finally leans forward and brings your face to his.

the kiss is soft at first, almost hesitant. he's definitely a little scared of disappointing you. but due to that, it melts into something downright beautiful. his feelings for you surpass his fears and he kisses you with a passion that he seems to only save for petty banter between the two of you. it's amazing what you guys can accomplish when your mouths are being used for... other talents.

essentially, what im saying is that after the kiss, soul babies are most definitely back on the table. (much to Grim's dismay.)

-button 🌺

* if you also have a skincare routine, then you just finished yours earlier. and if you don't, then you were just waiting for him to finish up!

#a date with death #casper x reader #a date with death casper #a date with death casper x reader #do these tags even exist? #they do now

[undobutton]

Hello! How are you??? I'm sorry in advance, I'm still figuring out how tumblr works.

There's a post by @undobutton that talks about an au where Hobie is a street musician. I think something Christmas themed would be really cute if you're interested in writing your own version. Totally up to you!

<3

I couldn't find their original post, special thanks to @undobutton, street musician au is credited to them. Thank you for requesting, lovely! Have a happy holidays 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader (except for their jacket), cw food mentions, some awkward flirting, Lovestruck! Hobie, FLUFF

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When Hobie volunteered for F.E.A.S.T he never thought he'd be freezing his balls off in the middle of a busy intersection. The Santa coat he's wearing doesn't help much with the biting cold, good thing they let him wear his leather jacket underneath the red fluffy coat.

To his dismay, the red bucket to his side has stayed half empty since his shift.

The only consolation to the cold is you. Like clockwork, you come sauntering out of the busy crowd during the rush hour, your smile a beacon of warmth from the chill. You don't know him nor he knows you, but you always come to him with a greeting, always bearing gifts of hot cocoa, soup or a pastry to warm his senses. It's not just the treats you give him but also the welcome conversation. It started off with a polite ‘hello’ and ‘thank you for doing this’ and then you exchanged names, before he knew it, you two were chatting away like old friends. Now you're not strangers anymore, there's a blooming friendship that could be more if you two manage to thaw out the cold awkwardness of conversing in a public space.

The snow nips at his fingertips as he strums the familiar Christmas tune for the umpteenth time on his well loved guitar since he volunteered last week. Hobie kept repeating to himself throughout the jingle ‘for the kids, I'm doin’ this for the kids’ he huffs, puffs of clouds escaping as a wave of pedestrians passes him by without donating.

As if you've sensed his emotions, you come walking out from the subway, your fluffy red coat almost matching Hobie's, and a stark contrast to the rushing crowd's greys and white. The people seem to part just for you, like the sea making way for you to cross. Or maybe that's what he's seeing as your straight face turns into a grin as you spot him in his usual place.

“Hi, Hobie” you're suddenly right in front of him, Hobie suddenly feels warmer. Peeking down at his bucket of donations, you wince. “Not a good day?”

He shakes himself awake. “Better now that you're here”

“Where in the world do you get your charm in this weather?” you feel warm, your hands are suddenly sweaty under your gloves.

“It just comes naturally.” He shrugs, his smirk turning you into mashed potato. “Nice jacket”

You laugh, a better sound than the loud honking of traffic he's been attacked with throughout his shift.

“Yeah, well it's almost Christmas so I gotta stay festive, you know” you lift your arms to the side a little bit awkwardly. After mentally facepalming yourself, you take your wallet out to take a crisp bill to put in the donation bucket.

“Thank you, F.E.A.S.T appreciates your donation” Hobie does his practice script, but for you there's more heart put into it.

“Also, I wanted to dress up like my new favourite person” you say a little quieter, bouncing on the balls of your feet nervously.

“Santa’s your favourite bloke?” Hobie looks like he's questioning your taste.

You blink before you let out the most glorious sound he's heard all day. “Yeah, Santa’s my favourite guy” you say sarcastically, “I mean just look at him and his magnificent white beard” laughing, Hobie’s eyes widened.

You're flirting with him, shit, he thought, wanting to punch himself for his stupid reply. Composing himself with a clear of his throat, hiding it behind a chuckle, Hobie puts his charisma to work.

“Well, Your new favourite bloke has a present for you”

“What is it?” Your face hurts from smiling too much, yet it doesn't waver.

“As our biggest benefactor, you get to spend a day with Santa himself at Feast” Maybe that wasn't his best work, but can you blame him when you're looking at him like a child during Christmas morning? He puts all the blame on the cold for making his brain all foggy.

“Only if you want to that is” Hobie tries to save himself the embarrassment.

His awkward way of asking you out made you all the more fancy him, you're a goner. “I would love to, Hobie” you're sweating under all your layers.

He feels like his chest was caving in and your answer was the only thing that could hold it up. Hobie beams, a little too excited to exchange numbers with you.

In truth, you know there isn't some prize for the biggest donation, you weren't even close to the largest benefactor. Maybe that'll be a nice ice breaker for you when you finally go on a date with Santa.

#awwww #thank you for tagging me! #this was soo cute!

[undobutton]

Hell yeah!

[undobutton]

so i uh.. i played a game....

i love him in ways that are felt but never spoken. i need him like a sunflower craves the rays of daylight. i truly and fully adore him

requests are open for my favorite little reaper! <3

-button 🌺

#button rambles🌺 #information 🌺 #reqs open #a date with death

[undobutton]

THIS>>>>>

your brain is amazing

so brilliant

so genius

so smart

i am a sucker for hobie and the reader being so completely and utterly in love with each other. so much so that it’s what tears them apart

who knew that an “i love you” could mean the end of your relationship 🤷🏾

#button reblogs things🌺 #hobie my beloved #op>>>

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do you um. happen to have any more Finch/Astarion content. even a lil sketch. a scrap of an idea. I hunger

been a lil busy w/ work and holiday but have this while i polish up a bigger comic wip

finch takes every book he finds, some to sell, some to share with astarion. they're not always hits but that just makes them fun to critique

[undobutton]

Unforeseen side effect of the hostage shirt.

Thought about what would happen if the “get along” shirt situation continued and figured that Miguel would probably just go back to work with Miles stuck to him.

[undobutton]

Hello, i saw you were doing Error 143 requests and i wanted to ask for Micah reacting to reader using one of his clothes

warnings: suggestive, possessive Micah?mentions of his jacket fitting differently on you.

reader: gender neutral!

genre: slice of life? flirty?

characters: Micah Yujin!

synopsis: Micah feels some sort of way about seeing you in his jacket.

a/n: ta-da! sorry its short anon, but i hope you like it anyways!

Micah's feelings for you aren't hard to see. He's always touching you in some way; holding hands, arm around your waist, kissing your cheek, draping himself over you, and the list goes on. So of course anyone can tell that you're together, and that's how Micah likes it. He doesn't get jealous easily, if at all. Since he knows that anyone who knows you knows that he's your clingy boyfriend.

But seeing you order a drink from the cafe you both are out at while wearing his iconic (his words, not mine) hoodie is doing something to him.

Like- He's sure that whoever you're talking to knows you have a boyfriend. Or that you walked in with him at least. But the hoodie makes you soo much more attractive, Not that you weren't before! But something about the way it fits on you how it drapes down on parts where it's snug on him and vice versa. it's just... mesmerizing. And Micah just knows that everyone in this cafe is wishing they could call you theirs. And this knowledge is making him feel a little something. Call it possessiveness if you want, but he just wants to take you home to keep those prying eyes away (reminder: everyone else is literally minding their own business.) He wants to see you in only his jacket. he wants to-

"Hello? Earth to Micah, take your coffee before it toasts me." You frown. setting your drink on the table. "what are you spacing out over anyways?"

Micah startles a little and takes his drink.

"I'm just thinking about how absolutely ravishing you look in my clothes." He smirks, shamelessly looking you up and down.

"Shut it, this is only cause I didn't think it'd be so fucking cold out today." You retort. not bringing up his lingering eyes.

"Mhm, it's a happy accident if you ask me, Angel."

"Good thing I didn't ask, love."

Micah grins and takes a sip of his drink.

"How about we go home?" He suggests.

"We just got here, and what about our pastries?" You ask, tilting your head.

"I have another sweet treat in mind, Angel."

reblogs and follows appreciated! -button 🌺

#button repeats himself 🌺

[undobutton]

warnings: attempted hobies accent

synopsis: headcanon ab hobie and you making music

genre: headcanons! fluff!

characters: Hobie hobie Hobie hobie Ho-

reader: speaks aloud, kinda gets annoyed at hobie? but it's playful banter.

a/n: mmmm on a hobie buzz bro, soo much content! i will update my masterlists when.. when- uhm, i- it's gonna happen,,, at some point.... maybe. i promise, kinda

Hobie loves playing songs for you to sing along to! especially if you don't sing well. (he still loves you if you do sing well, don't get me wrong!) he sees it as being vulnerable with each other and letting him hear your voice in that state is beautiful to him.

the two of you, up to late, making music together. in a literal sense. He's honored that you share your soul with him in that way, and that you accept his. it's like letting yourselves melt into the moonlight. a space where the only sign you're living is the music you create together. and in that sense you exist together, blended seamlessly.

but this is hobie, and every now and then. when you're really getting into a song hes playing... he'll just switch to another one. he thinks it hilarious. he will also try and make you think it's how the song always went.

"hobie!"

"hm?"

"you changed the song?"

"nah, 's a mash up"

"????"

or

"hobie! again?"

"wha'?"

"you swiched the song"

"you know 'ow i feel a'bout consistency"

or

"hobie! are you serious? i was getting into it!"

" 's always been like 'fis, sweets"

"no it hasn't!"

"wha' are you on a'bout? 's is 'ow it's always gone"

"nuh uh!"

i also think that hobie has a goofy ass laugh, it's like heaven to hear though. The music switch thing doesn't happen often though. but every now and then he likes to tease you.

-button 🌺

also lemme know how y'all feel ab that nickname hobie used for reader... for research purposes.

#button repeats himself 🌺 #self reblog #hobie!

[undobutton]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dazzling! /gen /pos

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Before we start !! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

-Reader is ALWAYS gender neutral (gn), but it's mentioned that the reader has braids (tenderheaded, like me fr).

-written with a black reader in mind. <3

-Reader's the black cat, but NOT suggestive!!

-Reader has claws

-No warnings, unless you're allergic to fluff, and cussing.

It was a breezy London night, the gentle chatter of the citizens, the cars, the trains going by, and soft sounds of the birds singing. The moonlight shining through your curtains.Your alarm suddenly goes off, with a groan, you sling the covers off of you, your braids all in your face. You throw the clock off of the nightstand, the clock landing on the carpet. You're about to put your slippers on, but-

Slip.

You slip over your slipper, face planting into the carpet with a groan. Your braids are all undone and messy.

'I knew I should've re-braided them yesterday!'

"Hey I heard- Oh.." Your roommate, Etta stands there looking bewildered at the sight of your braids, with her bonnet still on.

"Hey Etta.." You mumble, still not attempting to get up from the carpeted floor.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR?! WE GOTTA GET THIS FIGURED OUT-"

"Etta, please, I'll just redo it-"

"No! You gotta look good for the street musician, what was his name again?" She looks at you for some sort of answer.

"Hobie Brown"

"And you like him right?"

"Yes- I mean..maybe?? I saw him yesterdayyyy"

"Yeah, so you gotta look good for him!" She starts taking out your braids, you occasionally letting out a 'ouch' or a grunt as she takes them out.

"Do you like him?"

This immediately makes your cheeks darker, and warmer, looking away from Etta's piercing brown eyes.

"I mean, I get nervous..and my heart beats faster? I don't know what it means though"

"It means you love him!"

"Okay, Etta, like you would know- Ow!" Etta pinches your cheek, then lets go.

"Let's just get your dumbass ready"

After a bunch of ows, and complaints from you, your braids are fresh, and your black cat costume is warm and cozy.

Perfect for the cold London night.

"I'll see you at-"

"Just get yo dumbass out before I jump you" She threatens in the mirror, clapping her flat iron playfully at you.

"Alright alright! I'm out!" You quickly jump out and claw down the walls, jumping to rooftops to get to the nearest bank, the cold wind running through your braids.

You see a couple of street musicians, one with an electric guitar, he makes gentle strums and raves on his electric guitar, people handing him money on the way to their location.

He looks so handsome..

His hair? Woah..

"No Y/N! No getting distracted!" You whisper shout to yourself, lightly smacking your head.

You get on the London Bank's rooftop, the moon in the cityscape distracting you by the yellow hue. Relaxing first before you do anything. Crawling into the bank's ceiling, your claws gripping onto the pearly ceiling, looking down at the people in their overpriced clothes.

"We should buy Prada later!"

"Oh my God! Yes we should!"

"Let's just hope Andrew has an eye on the vault, his bitchass has the night shift!" The woman laughs, lusciously holding her jaguar print bag.

You groan quietly, continuing to get lost in the ceilings' floral patterns, you make eye contact with a girl with some butterfly braids, she ends up running away, dropping a key.

The key reflects off the ceiling..

You grab the key, and leap back onto the ceiling, making your way to the banks vault. There, you see a young man, presumably with some dreads, liking a girls Instagram post on his phone.

You quickly kick him in the neck, knocking him out, his phone dropping beside him, you move his head with your heel, making sure he's out.

Yep, out cold.

You snicker, unlocking the vault slowly, red glowing lines await as you open it.

'Really?!'

You manage to dodge the lines, having to do limbo with some of them..

oh shit.

One line is extremely close to your nose, you move slowly past it, letting out a sigh of relief.

'Fucking security' you think, rolling your eyes, getting out a bag, you stuff various stacks of money in the bag, grabbing about 80-120 stacks, you hoist the bag on your shoulders, once again avoiding the cameras and security lasers.

Running out into the cold London air, your braids flying behind you, jumping to several buildings, passing some stacks to the homeless, small businesses, and the local artists around London.

'Oh, I need to save some for Ho-'

You run into a figure, you both fall to the ground, you rubbing your head.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!" You help him pick his electric guitar up, giving him the case back, putting some money in there also.

"It's okay, no problem" He takes his guitar, putting it on his back again. He walks away, humming.

You stand there for a second, looking dumb as hell as you think about the handsome man you saw. Your heart starts beating faster, butterflies flying around your stomach as you climb another building.

You're gonna have a bunch to tell Etta once you get back.

@chessbox

Man, this took so long, this was my first time doing something off of a prompt (by @undobutton's one post on a street musician au Hobie)

Thank you to @forevayafavv for the help writing a black cat reader

honk mimimimi

#button reblogs things🌺

[undobutton]

400 SWEETIES??????

i gotta do an event soon

return of the character asks, anyone?

i just wanna say thank you and i appreciate all you lovely individuals for supporting me and my silly ass. it means the world!!! ❤️🌺❤️🌺❤️🌺

-button 🌺

also! i haven't decided on an event yet so feel free to crawl into my inbox and leave some ideas! <3

I don’t have followers. I have Sweeties,Darlings.. I don’t have any followers.

#button reblogs things🌺 #button rambles🌺 #button 400 follower event! 🌺

[undobutton]

reblog to give the person you reblogged from one piece of Halloween candy

#2 candies #for u <3 #/p

[undobutton]

okay okay so.. remember when i wrote this hobie fic and mentioned how i'd introduce my oc who's his friend?

well I lied. Bunny (the friend in question) is a black cat varient (idk why i didn't say that in the post) but anyhow. i do have a spider-sona and i wanna ramble about them and their relationship with their hobie varient as well as their earth and whatever. instead of Bunny bc im hyperfixated on them.

So without further ado... here is Juniper Willow! The Amazing Jumping Spider of Earth-19962! brought to you by myself, the sims 4 ft. many talented cc creators, and naylissah's "black centered picrew"!! someday I'll draw them for y'all, but not here. not now.

Basics~

Name: Juniper Willow

Nicknames: Purr, June, Juni, Period.

pronouns: she/they

Age: 19

Birthday: Jan. 23

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Sexuality: pan

Favorite season: summer

Favorite color: neon pink & green

Spends time: writing music, roller skating, scheming

Likes: music, helping others, thrifting, Hobie ❤️

Dislikes: Big companies, police officers,

Bad habits: mumbling, accidentally overworking themself.

Good at: roller skating, poetry, chemistry

Job: being the Jumping Spider

Family: Older sister, Tina. Tina's girlfriend, Liz. Niece(Tina's kid), Anna. Twin brother, Benny.

Extra info: Left home with Tina when she was little. doesn't really talk to her parents.

Looks~

Height: 5'7

Skin color: mocha? smth like that

Eye color: used to be brown. Now pink and green.

Hair color: dark brown.

Hair description: stomach length locs, usually tied up in loose twin buns. occasionally down for events.

Body type: hourglass

Main outfit description: (see photos above)

Not so basic info~

Fears: stuffy noses. forests @ night.

Hesitant to tell about: their relationship with their mom.

Would cause a scene over: someone mistreating another person. being lied to.

Pretends not to care about: Tina's approval.

You can find them: in their basement/hide out thingy (I'll make it in the sims soon.)

Wants to come off as: reliable, funny, caring

Comes off as: heroic, childish (on occasion)

Intro. Or extro.: introverted, but likes meeting new people every now and then.

Pets: none (Tina won't let them)

origin story (short version):

Doctor Olivia Canna was working on her experiment for years. The spider had the ability to create strong webs and a substance that could dissolve almost anything! and she lost it.. it had been months and she could only hope that the spider would find its way back to her. or still be close by.

meanwhile, Juniper caught a cold and couldn't sleep with her mouth closed bc of a stuffy nose. so while she was sleeping, the spider crawled into her mouth and took a trip to stomach acid town.

as the weeks go by, Juniper gets new abilities and with the help of their twin brother, Benny, they decide to use their powers for good! Juniper steals from big companies and gives all her findings to homeless shelters and the like. she steals tampons, pads, baby formula, diapers, toothbrushes, toothpaste, deodorant, clothing etc! and sometimes they'll stop a crime or two.

Once Juniper's savings and stealings become more public, Doctor Olivia sends her most reliable 'friend' The prowler to go out and find this Jumping Spider.

annd I'll go into further detail in the chapters I write about Juniper later! I'll have the first one out soon!!

-button 🌺

#spidersona #atsv #atsv oc #oc #spidersona oc #button rambles🌺

[undobutton]

warnings: attempted hobies accent

synopsis: headcanon ab hobie and you making music

genre: headcanons! fluff!

characters: Hobie hobie Hobie hobie Ho-

reader: speaks aloud, kinda gets annoyed at hobie? but it's playful banter.

a/n: mmmm on a hobie buzz bro, soo much content! i will update my masterlists when.. when- uhm, i- it's gonna happen,,, at some point.... maybe. i promise, kinda

Hobie loves playing songs for you to sing along to! especially if you don't sing well. (he still loves you if you do sing well, don't get me wrong!) he sees it as being vulnerable with each other and letting him hear your voice in that state is beautiful to him.

the two of you, up to late, making music together. in a literal sense. He's honored that you share your soul with him in that way, and that you accept his. it's like letting yourselves melt into the moonlight. a space where the only sign you're living is the music you create together. and in that sense you exist together, blended seamlessly.

but this is hobie, and every now and then. when you're really getting into a song hes playing... he'll just switch to another one. he thinks it hilarious. he will also try and make you think it's how the song always went.

"hobie!"

"hm?"

"you changed the song?"

"nah, 's a mash up"

"????"

or

"hobie! again?"

"wha'?"

"you swiched the song"

"you know 'ow i feel a'bout consistency"

or

"hobie! are you serious? i was getting into it!"

" 's always been like 'fis, sweets"

"no it hasn't!"

"wha' are you on a'bout? 's is 'ow it's always gone"

"nuh uh!"

i also think that hobie has a goofy ass laugh, it's like heaven to hear though. The music switch thing doesn't happen often though. but every now and then he likes to tease you.

-button 🌺

also lemme know how y'all feel ab that nickname hobie used for reader... for research purposes.

#hobie fluff #hobie x y/n #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown headcanons #hobie headcanons #astv hobie #hobie brown

[undobutton]

fat girls are hella pretty reblog if you agree

[undobutton]

YOU'RE SO WELCOME

you got me happy stiming to the moon and back!!

and thank YOU!!

/p /gen

I can't do this anymore..

I can't keep these secrets any longer...

they weigh on me..

i know, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss and whatever. but im a boy, and i have no gates and if i did i wouldn't keep them free range gates i have to reveal my thoughts...

STREET MUSICIAN HOBIE.

has this been done yet? cause if so i wanna clap for the person who came up with it before me.

but since im writing this under the impression that I'm sharing this au first i gotta ramble.

my spider-sona's hobie variant is a street musician/the prowler. (I'll share them soon) and i have been chewing, chomping, and gnawing on this idea for months now. and i just needed to share.

also!! street musician!hobie x very generous black cat!reader. the black cat is very robin hood-like. they steal from big companies and give to any and everyone. including the local artists. and they have a special spot for that cute guitarist they've been eyeing!

that's all, if anyone wants to write the black cat fic you're more than welcome to!

-button 🌺