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hobie as tim laflour !

(you know- him)

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Wow!!!

Octobie Month 🎸

Final Week : Halloween!!!

Did this quick I forgot to finish it. Drew this while watching Silence of the Lambs with Friends for Halloween night

Credit to @the-kr8tor for Octobie and @mushroom-graphics-allotment for the banner !

I hope you enjoyed this Octobie too guys !!!

See you next time !! <3

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IM DELULU-

I have no shame teehee

Swanpunk nation RISEEE-

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Thanks for reading loves❤️

🧹𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬🧹

Author's Note: Reader has no specified gender.

This short story includes some minor satire!

Modern! AU

Hobie banner by @the-shroom-garden

Word Count: 1.8k

Enjoy Reading!

╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

Late October night was settling in with its spooky autumn vibes. The wind howled against the trees, causing the dry leaves to scratch onto the window panes. Inside the apartment, you were surrounded by blankets and pillows. The smell of buttery popcorn filled the air, setting the right tone for a horror movie marathon.

You were cross-legged on the couch, sitting in the dim lights of your apartment lit only by the small flickering artificial candles around the dark space. You look relaxed, dressed in a comfy hoodie along with a new hairstyle of your choice. Hobie was lounged next to you, his arm draped lazily across the back of the couch as your gaze trailed up to the plastic headband, the tiny devil horns poking out near his hairline. The tiny accessory seemed a bit too small for him, hilariously straining against his bigger sized head. 

A lazy grin was plastered on his face, expecting your amused reaction when he first put them on, “Gotta get into the spirit somehow.”

The TV screen flashed, casting shadows across the room as the opening scene of The Conjuring played. You leaned forward, grabbing a handful of popcorn, your eyes glued to the screen. “I’m telling you,” you said, your voice low, “this is the part where everything goes to hell. Why do they always gotta investigate creepy basements?”

“That’s ‘cause none of them have proper fight or flight response. They hear somethin’ weird, and instead of leggin’ it, they go ‘who’s there?’. It’s for plot drive.”

“I just know you’d be the first to bolt if you were in one.”

“You better believe it,” Hobie said, leaning back further, “Soon as I hear a creak, I’m gone. Ain’t makin’ friends with no ghosts.”

As if on cue, a loud *thump* came from the hallway outside the apartment door. The two of you froze. Your head snapped to the direction of the noise, “what was that?” 

Hobie’s eyes narrowed, his playful demeanor slipping. “Dunno. Maybe some neighbors messin’ about.”

You wouldn’t deny to admit that the timing was… weird. “You think? I swear if someone’s pulling a halloween prank, I’m gonna—”

Suddenly, there was another bang. Louder and closer, this time.

You almost flinched at the noise. “Okay, nope. We’re on some paranormal bullcrap, and I am NOT here for it,” you muttered, your voice a bit higher than usual. “Relax, Y/n,” he said, groaning lightly as he slowly stood up from the couch, stretching a bit before heading to the front door, “I’ll take a look. Could be the wind.”

You instantly grabbed his arm, pulling him back down next to you. “Uhm, no your not! Haven’t you learned anything from the movies we’ve been watching? We stick together.”

The sound of your stern voice made Hobie chuckle. “Fine, fine. But y’know this’d be the part where the couple splits up and—”

Bang!

You shot him a glare. “Finish that sentence and I’m sending you out there.”

“Alright, alright. You wanna arm yourself with somethin’?”

You looked around the room for a weapon, the only intimidating thing you could find was the small bowl of hard candy. “I got these,” you picked up a handful of rock hard candy balls.

“Brilliant,” Hobie deadpanned.

You both moved cautiously toward the door. The air inside the room was crisped and muffled in your ears. Hobie reached for the door first, glancing back at you before unlocking it. With a dramatic flair, he swung the door open. Standing in the doorway….was nothing. Absolutely no one. Hobie took a peek down the hallway, scratching the back of his neck at the sight of an old broom leaning against the wall. The broom looked like it had been knocked over. He pointed at it, grinning, “Looks like our ghost is a broom.”

“Really? A whole broom in an empty hallway. You don’t find that suspicious?”

Hobie shrugged, “Looks like the ‘ghost’ was a janitor’s broom on its smoke break.”

“Seriously? A broom on a break? What is it, unionized?”

“Gotta respect broom rights.”

“Not funny.”

You both returned to the room, closing and locking the front door back in place.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. Maybe I overreacted.”

Hobie gave you a cheeky grin, glimpsing at the handful of candy that were still held tightly in your palms “Maybe? Nah, Y/n, you were ready to take down a demon with candy treats.”

“Yeah. Well, at least I came prepared.”

You were both settled back into the couch again, deciding to keep the lights on this time (it was your suggestion). You quietly shook your head, watching Hobie relax and adjust his plastic devil horns as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. You narrowed your eyes, “You're taking the couch tonight if a real ghost shows up. I’m not sharing my bed with your spooky ass.” Hobie smirked, throwing his arm back around you, “Wouldn’t dream of it, luv.”

“Yeah, sure. Keep dreaming, Hobie.”

Halloween night was back in full swing, watching one horror movie to the next. You both managed to laugh off the broom incident from earlier, blaming it on the wind and your jumpy nerves. Already halfway through the third movie of the night, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, when the lights flickered around you. You and Hobie exchanged a look, this time neither was laughing. They flickered again before they went out, now replaced by total darkness, other than the faint glow of the distant moon through the window.

“Alright, what the hell’s goin’ on?” he muttered, setting his popcorn down as he stood up. You grabbed your phone, using the flashlight app to scan the dark room; the TV, the couch, even the empty hallway leading to the kitchen. Nothing.

“Maybe it’s just a blackout,” you said, although the tone of your voice wasn’t convincing at all. Hobie, ever the skeptic, wandered toward the kitchen, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet against the silent apartment; the atmosphere was almost too quiet, the kind of quiet where you can hear your pulse beating.

You broke the silence, your voice tense, “I swear, if that cat’s back to scare the shit out of us, I’m locking it outside!”

Concrete, the scruffy gray tabby next door, can be an aimless furball. She had developed a reputation for being an adventurer, always prowling around the apartment complex like her own playground. The habit has been a lot more frequent these days due to some careless owner who barely keeps tabs on her, letting the feline wander in and out of people’s apartments like she owned the place. Concrete always managed to show up at the worst possible times, sneaking up on people when they least expect it.

Before Hobie could say anything, another ‘thud’ sound erupted from behind them. It came from the hallway near the front door. Something heavy shuffled, like feet dragging against the hardwood floor. Hobie instinctively stepped in front of you, his shoulders tensing. You spun around, the flashlight in your hands now pointing at the living room table.

Sucking in a breath, “Hobie…”

The broom they dismissed earlier was upright leaning against the kitchen wall.

Hobie blinked, “I’m startin’ to think that the broom’s got a grudge.”

Another ‘thud’ this time. This time, it came from the hallway near the front door. Something heavy shuffled, like feet dragging against the floor.

“Who’s there?” he called out, but there was no response. Only the slow, dragging sound drew closer. 

Your heart was in your throat, “Maybe it’s a prank…?” you whispered, your hand gripping his sleeve. “Or maybe,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the dark hallway, “it’s one of those situations where we die first because we thought it was a prank.” The shuffling noise grew louder and closer now.  Hobie moved forward, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure in the faint moonlight. The beam of Josephine’s flashlight followed him, but it flickered, dimming with each step he took. Suddenly, there was a loud *crash* from the kitchen, like a pot had been knocked over. “What the hell is going on?” you hissed. He didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the hallway as a new sound filled the air: a soft, wheezing breath. Someone. Or something—was breathing in the darkness, slow and ragged. "Alright, this is gettin' ridiculous," Hobie muttered.

A figure emerged from the darkness. Tall, hunched, and dragging something long and heavy behind it. Hobie’s stomach clenched; he knew this wasn’t a joke. The shadowy figure shuffled forward. With your back against the wall, you whispered, “Hobie, I don't like this.”

The figure came closer, its face hidden by shadows. It dragged what looked like a... shovel? 

Hobie’s hand landed grabbed the broom, holding it out like a weapon. “Oi, stay back,” he warned, though his voice quivered with fear. But the figure didn't stop. It stepped into the moonlight, revealing its face. 

You gasped, eyes wide. “Oh my God—” 

And then, just one more step—

“Boo!”

The lights flashed back on, revealing Pavitr in the middle of the field, in his very own crazy costume. He wasn't holding a shovel; it was a mop, and in his other hand, a bucket of water, which he promptly dumped onto the floor. You groaned, “Oh, come on! Are you serious? You scared the life out of us!”

Pavitr was laughing so hard he was almost doubled over. “You guys should have seen your faces!” 

“Mate, I was ready to throw hands with you. What are you even doing here?” 

Before Pavitr could answer, the front door swung open again, and in came Miles and Gwen respectively. “Gotcha,” Miles shouted. Gwen gave them a sheepish smile. “Thank you,” she said, holding up a bag of snacks. “Pav thought we should, you know, give you the full horror experience.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at the trio. “And you thought nearly giving us heart attacks was the way to go?” Pavitr shrugged, still grinning. “Hey, it’s Halloween! It’s all part of the experience!” 

Hobie glanced at you, his expression deadpan. “Next time, we’re watchin' *romantic comedies* for Halloween.” 

As the group settled down, Pavitr took the opportunity to playfully mop the spilled water around, making a complete mess of the place. Gwen tried to help clean up while Miles rifled through the snack bag, oblivious to the chaos. 

But just as everyone was about to relax, there was a final ‘thud’—a loud, unmistakable bang—from the hallway closet. 

Everyone froze again. You and Hobie exchanged nervous glances. Pavitr, still holding the mop, went pale. “That... wasn’t me.” 

The closet door slowly creaked open, and out shuffled…. 

Concrete. The cat. 

There was a moment of stunned silence. shaking your head, you finally cracked a smile. “Okay, we seriously need to start locking the door.” 

The silence broke into laughter, Concrete hopping onto the couch like she owned the place, her tail flicking with satisfaction. 

You leaned against Hobie, your shoulders finally relaxing. “This was officially the dumbest Halloween ever.”

“Best one yet, if you ask me,” Hobie said, pulling you close. The group dissolved into laughter again, the tension of the night finally broken as Concrete claimed her rightful spot in the middle of the chaos.

Author's Note: Thanks so much @the-kr8tor for starting the Octobie event! It was such a fun experience, and I loved seeing everyone’s creativity. Really appreciate all the work you put into making it happen!

[noharaaa]

Guts

Hobie Brown x fem! spider! reader

Event by @the-kr8tor and banners by @the-shroom-garden

Thank you @hyperfix-wip! (beta reader) you know how excited I was to finally finish

Can you tell I like Olivia Rodrigo yet? Thanks to my little brother for forcing having me to listen to her music 💜

word count: 1,770

parts: 1, 2

cw: cursing, suggestive comment from Peter, and simping

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Tap, tap, tap

Tap, tap, tap

“Oi mate-” Hobie’s foot tapping falters as he turns around.

“You look bloody fit,” Ned groans. Draped over the edge of Hobie’s bed bored out of his mind. “Will you get out of here? You’ve only got ten minutes.”

Hobie’s shoulders sink as he glances at himself in the mirror again. His fingers running over the leather of his jacket. A plush lining to keep him warm after your persistent warnings about New York Autumn.

“Oh mate…” Ned’s expression falters as he turns to lay on his stomach. “You’re really worried about this.”

Hobie swallows as he tears his gaze away from his reflection. “No shit.”

Now Hobie knows tonight is nothing more than a casual dinner. It really isn’t anything special. Just pie and more pie and oh wait, more pie. But it’s also the first time he’ll meet your family and the encounter feels more like an indoctrination than an introduction.

He wants to make a good impression and when did he become the kind of person to care about impressions? It’s just that these people care about you and you care about them ten fold. If he fucks it up with them will he even have a chance with you? 

Hobie can see you smile in the back of his mind. He doesn’t feel good enough for you but he also doesn’t want anyone else to have you either. Doesn’t that sound egregious.

He wants to hear you sing. He really does and he’s somewhat terrified the moment he does he’s going to fall deeper in love with you. 

He really wants to be there for every wonderful moment the way you’ve been there for him. There isn’t a show you’ve missed or a song you haven’t listened to that he’s recommended. Hobie wants to be by your side and the feeling is as suffocating as it is satisfying. He didn’t even know you played until he caught you fiddling with his guitar. 

Is it weird he wants to hold you in his lap while you strum a few chords? Sing to him like his own personal songbird.

Damn he was whipped.

“Listen, Hobs.” Ned’s hand clasps his shoulder. He softens his voice too to a tone only reserved for moments much like this one. “You’ve got to trust her.”

Trust her? With what? His unyielding affection and admiration.

“If it’s meant to be it’ll work out.” Ned bites his tongue. Unsure if he’s said the right or the wrong thing. 

Hobie sighs and finally turns to Ned. A half hearted smile on his lips as he pats his hand. “I know but…”

“Doesn’t make waiting any less shitty?” Ned replies. A weak laugh escaped him. 

“Yeah,” Hobie chuckles. Wrapping his arms around Ned and becoming dead weight. 

“Want me to go with you?” Ned shifts Hobie in his arms to keep the two of them from collapsing. 

“Nah, I couldn’t ask you to do that for me.” 

“You’re not asking, I'm telling.”

Their flat goes quiet and Ned knows Hobie is seriously debating the idea so without much thought he drags him along on his way to his room next door. 

“Is it a shithole? Because I don’t want to lose my good chucks.” 

“It’s a good part of town,” Hobie mumbles. Face hot as his nerves finally seem to settle. “Thanks Neddy.”

“Shut up and get off,” Ned huffs. Snatching his favorite jumper and searching for a pair of jeans. 

“Really mate-” Hobie slowly grins as Ned shoves him off. It deters him none as he makes obnoxious kissing noises. “You’re the best.”

“Bloody back off!” Ned chokes on a laugh. “These lips aren’t for you, you little shit.”

“Promise I’ll make it up to your date.”

“I don’t want you anywhere near Riri.”

Ned cringes as soon as the words leave his lips. Well, fuck.

“Riri!?” 

-

The venue is loud. Not burst your eardrums loud which Ned agrees with, but definitely loud. 

“Are you sure we’re in the right place mate?” Ned scans the room before shrugging. “Looks like a regular old pub to me.”

“It’s a different kind of show.”

“Really? Different how?”

Hobie doesn’t know. You were so nervous when you asked him to your show he couldn’t bring himself to pull it out of you.

“Guess we’ll have to find out-”

A quiet buzz forms from the back of his neck down his spine. Subtly he turns his head. 

“I’m too old for this.”

“Oh please, we’re in our late twenties.”

“Early thirties,” someone else corrects.

They look familiar but he can’t quite place them until one person from the group catches his eye. It’s your MJ.

“Oh, hey! I’d recognize you anywhere.” She grins as she leaves behind who he now knows to be Peter Parker and Harry Osborn. “You must be Hobie.”

 Hobie’s hands suddenly feel sweaty. “Yeah, pleasure to meet you miss.”

Ned looks over at him flabbergasted but doesn’t say a word. Only makes a twirling motion with his finger and silently mouths ‘whipped’.

Hobie glares, prepared to give him the greatest beat down of the century until Peter and Harry finally seem to catch up. Then he’s all smiles and polite laughter.

“Babe you totally ditched us b— woah, hello sailor.”

MJ sighs while pinching the bridge of her nose. Way to make a good impression, she thinks.

Peter leans in close to her ear. “I see the appeal.”

“We…we can still hear you,” Ned interjects. Perplexed as he turns to Hobie. “They do know that right?”

“Hey, Hobie right?” Harry smiles. Pushing past Peter with a much softer tone to his voice. “Our girl has told us so much about you. You must be…?”

“Ned, Leeds.” Now Ned feels like quaking in his boots and he’s not even the one needing moral support.

“Ned, ah, I’m glad you could make it.” He nods toward the stage. “Should be starting any minute. Mind if we join you?”

Hobie yelps before nodding and letting out a hurried, “yes of course.”

“Great.”

Hobie thinks Harry’s turned away for his benefit. He takes the opportunity and rubs his side. 

“Did you really have to hit me that hard?” He hisses.

“Nah, I just enjoy torturing you.”

“You little-”

“So, are you two excited?” MJ chirps back in. “You’re the first friend I think she’s ever invited to one of her shows.”

That gives Hobie pause. “How come?”

“Oh well she’s always kept to herself. Society's been good for her. I trust you’re looking out?” 

Hobie nods, “I’m taking care of her, I promise.”

MJ smiles and nods in return. “Good.”

“Looks like it’s just us.” Peter wraps his arm around MJ’s shoulder. Eyes on his phone. “Junior just texted her other friends will meet us at F.E.A.S.T. after the show.”

“So it’s just Hobs she invited?” Ned asks. Not even hiding his cheshire grin.

Peter immediately matches his energy. A cheeky grin on his lips. “Just him.”

The butterflies in Hobie’s stomach grow worse. So much worse. Then the lights shut off and cheers erupt.

To be completely frank, Hobie doesn’t pay a lick of attention to the bands on stage. He’s just waiting for a glimpse of you. 

Time doesn’t feel fast enough but when he hears your voice, he wishes he could stop it.

“Is everyone enjoying the show!” 

The cheers grow even louder and your laugh, god his heart tightens in his chest.

“Wonderful! Well, I have the honor of closing tonight so I’m pleased to introduce The Mary Janes!”

Goosebumps break out on his skin the moment the guitar riff echoes into the area. It’s the exhilarating feeling he gets from playing with Ned and the others. Listening to music with you in your car, talking nonsense all at once.

Driving on the right-side road

He says I’m pretty wearin’ his clothes

And he’s got hands that-

Wait, was this song about him?

Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote

I wish I wrote

Please be about him.

And he laughs at all my jokes

And he says I'm so American

Oh, God, it's just not fair of him

To make me feel this much

His heart skips a beat when you lock eyes with him. There’s a slight falter in your voice but you push through. Smiling at him as sweat builds up on your skin.

I'd go anywhere he goes

And he says I'm so American

Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him

If he keeps this shit up

I might just be in love

God, I'm so boring, and I'm so rude

Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you

The way you dress, and the books you read

I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me

When he's with me

Yeah, he’s kissing you tonight

I apologize if it's a little too much, just a little too soon

But if the conversation ever were to come up

I don't wanna assume this stuff

But ain't it love?

I think I'm in love

Shit he wants to kiss you now.

The final chords ring out and the screams have been loudest out of the whole night. 

As soon as you’re out of sight he looks to Ned and Ned laughs. With a shove he points his best friend into the direction he’s sure the backstage is in.

“Go get em’ tiger!” MJ yells.

“Please keep the tongue to a minimum!” Peter cries.

The pounding of his heart and the smack of his boots on the floor are all he can hear. Skidding to a stop he slips through a door with a taped over sign.

He spouts apologies and jumps over drum kits until he barrels into you or, you barrel into him. You’ve really got to watch where you’re going.

“Hobie-!” You feel dizzy after the clumsy collision of limbs. “What are you doing back here?”

“Was that for me?” He asks out of breath.

You blink as you finally register his presence. A shy smile makes its way onto your face. 

“If it was?”

“If it was?” He laughs. “You’re such a cheeky little thing.”

“Hey! I’m-”

The words die on your tongue as he crashes his lips onto yours. His hands moving from your shoulders to your face. Gently caressing the skin there.

“Yeah.” You answer when you part. Dizzy for a whole different reason. “It was for you.”

Hobie laughs again.

“Well what are you waiting for?” You sigh. “Kiss me again.”

So he does.

I had so much fun participating and hope we can continue to have this mass collaboration moving forward. You all did wonderfully and if I haven't gotten to your work I hope to do so soon. Well done everyone! 🫶

[noharaaa]

today's international artist day and punk for a day day!!

linocut prints.

some one-year-old art.

this is how linocuts look like.

[noharaaa]

🧹𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬🧹

Author's Note: Reader has no specified gender.

This short story includes some minor satire!

Modern! AU

Hobie banner by @the-shroom-garden

Word Count:

Enjoy Reading!

╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

Late October night was settling in with its spooky autumn vibes. The wind howled against the trees, causing the dry leaves to scratch onto the window panes. Inside the apartment, you were surrounded by blankets and pillows. The smell of buttery popcorn filled the air, setting the right tone for a horror movie marathon.

You were cross-legged on the couch, sitting in the dim lights of your apartment lit only by the small flickering artificial candles around the dark space. You look relaxed, dressed in a comfy hoodie along with a new hairstyle of your choice. Hobie was lounged next to you, his arm draped lazily across the back of the couch as your gaze trailed up to the plastic headband, the tiny devil horns poking out near his hairline. The tiny accessory seemed a bit too small for him, hilariously straining against his bigger sized head. 

A lazy grin was plastered on his face, expecting your amused reaction when he first put them on, “Gotta get into the spirit somehow.”

The TV screen flashed, casting shadows across the room as the opening scene of The Conjuring played. You leaned forward, grabbing a handful of popcorn, your eyes glued to the screen. “I’m telling you,” you said, your voice low, “this is the part where everything goes to hell. Why do they always gotta investigate creepy basements?”

“That’s ‘cause none of them have proper fight or flight response. They hear somethin’ weird, and instead of leggin’ it, they go ‘who’s there?’. It’s for plot drive.”

“I just know you’d be the first to bolt if you were in one.”

“You better believe it,” Hobie said, leaning back further, “Soon as I hear a creak, I’m gone. Ain’t makin’ friends with no ghosts.”

As if on cue, a loud *thump* came from the hallway outside the apartment door. The two of you froze. Your head snapped to the direction of the noise, “what was that?” 

Hobie’s eyes narrowed, his playful demeanor slipping. “Dunno. Maybe some neighbors messin’ about.”

You wouldn’t deny to admit that the timing was… weird. “You think? I swear if someone’s pulling a halloween prank, I’m gonna—”

Suddenly, there was another bang. Louder and closer, this time.

You almost flinched at the noise. “Okay, nope. We’re on some paranormal bullcrap, and I am NOT here for it,” you muttered, your voice a bit higher than usual. “Relax, Y/n,” he said, groaning lightly as he slowly stood up from the couch, stretching a bit before heading to the front door, “I’ll take a look. Could be the wind.”

You instantly grabbed his arm, pulling him back down next to you. “Uhm, no your not! Haven’t you learned anything from the movies we’ve been watching? We stick together.”

The sound of your stern voice made Hobie chuckle. “Fine, fine. But y’know this’d be the part where the couple splits up and—”

Bang!

You shot him a glare. “Finish that sentence and I’m sending you out there.”

“Alright, alright. You wanna arm yourself with somethin’?”

You looked around the room for a weapon, the only intimidating thing she could find was the small bowl of hard candy. “I got these,” you picked up a handful of rock hard candy balls.

“Brilliant,” Hobie deadpanned.

You both moved cautiously toward the door. The air inside the room was crisped and muffled in your ears. Hobie reached for the door first, glancing back at you before unlocking it. With a dramatic flair, he swung the door open. Standing in the doorway….was nothing. Absolutely no one. Hobie took a peek down the hallway, scratching the back of his neck at the sight of an old broom leaning against the wall. The broom looked like it had been knocked over. He pointed at it, grinning, “Looks like our ghost is a broom.”

“Really? A whole broom in an empty hallway. You don’t find that suspicious?”

Hobie shrugged, “Looks like the ‘ghost’ was a janitor’s broom on its smoke break.”

“Seriously? A broom on a break? What is it, unionized?”

“Gotta respect broom rights.”

“Not funny.”

You both returned to the room, closing and locking the front door back in place.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. Maybe I overreacted.”

Hobie gave you a cheeky grin, glimpsing at the handful of candy that were still held tightly in your palms “Maybe? Nah, Y/n, you were ready to take down a demon with candy treats.”

“Yeah. Well, at least I came prepared.”

You were both settled back into the couch again, deciding to keep the lights on this time (it was your suggestion). You quietly shook your head, watching Hobie relax and adjust his plastic devil horns as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. You narrowed your eyes, “You're taking the couch tonight if a real ghost shows up. I’m not sharing my bed with your spooky ass.” Hobie smirked, throwing his arm back around you, “Wouldn’t dream of it, luv.”

“Yeah, sure. Keep dreaming, Hobie.”

Halloween night was back in full swing, watching one horror movie to the next. You both managed to laugh off the broom incident from earlier, blaming it on the wind and their nerves. They were now halfway through their third movie of the night, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, when the lights flickered around you. You and Hobie exchanged a look, this time neither was laughing. They flickered again before they went out, now replaced by total darkness, other than the faint glow of the distant moon through the window.

“Alright, what the hell’s goin’ on?” he muttered, setting his popcorn down as he stood up. You grabbed your phone, using the flashlight app to scan the dark room; the TV, the couch, even the empty hallway leading to the kitchen. Nothing.

“Maybe it’s just a blackout,” you said, although the tone of your voice wasn’t convincing at all. Hobie, ever the skeptic, wandered toward the kitchen, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet against the silent apartment; the atmosphere was almost too quiet, the kind of quiet where you can hear your pulse beating.

You broke the silence, your voice tense, “I swear, if that cat’s back to scare the shit out of us, I’m locking it outside!”

Concrete, the scruffy gray tabby next door, can be an aimless furball. She had developed a reputation for being an adventurer, always prowling around the apartment complex like her own playground. The habit has been a lot more frequent these days due to some careless owner who barely keeps tabs on her, letting the feline wander in and out of people’s apartments like she owned the place. Concrete always managed to show up at the worst possible times, sneaking up on people when they least expect it.

Before Hobie could say anything, another ‘thud’ sound erupted from behind them. It came from the hallway near the front door. Something heavy shuffled, like feet dragging against the hardwood floor. Hobie instinctively stepped in front of you, his shoulders tensing. You spun around, the flashlight in your hands now pointing at the living room table.

Sucking in a breath, “Hobie…”

The broom they dismissed earlier was upright leaning against the kitchen wall.

Hobie blinked, “I’m startin’ to think that the broom’s got a grudge.”

Another ‘thud’ this time. This time, it came from the hallway near the front door. Something heavy shuffled, like feet dragging against the floor.

“Who’s there?” he called out, but there was no response. Only the slow, dragging sound drew closer. 

Your heart was in your throat, “Maybe it’s a prank…?” you whispered, your hand gripping his sleeve. “Or maybe,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the dark hallway, “it’s one of those situations where we die first because we thought it was a prank.” The shuffling noise grew louder and closer now.  Hobie moved forward, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure in the faint moonlight. The beam of Josephine’s flashlight followed him, but it flickered, dimming with each step he took. Suddenly, there was a loud *crash* from the kitchen, like a pot had been knocked over. “What the hell is going on?” you hissed. He didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the hallway as a new sound filled the air: a soft, wheezing breath. Someone. Or something—was breathing in the darkness, slow and ragged. "Alright, this is gettin' ridiculous," Hobie muttered.

A figure emerged from the darkness. Tall, hunched, and dragging something long and heavy behind it. Hobie’s stomach clenched; he knew this wasn’t a joke. The shadowy figure shuffled forward. With your back against the wall, you whispered, “Hobie, I don't like this.”

The figure came closer, its face hidden by shadows. It dragged what looked like a... shovel? 

Hobie’s hand landed grabbed the broom, holding it out like a weapon. “Oi, stay back,” he warned, though his voice quivered with fear. But the figure didn't stop. It stepped into the moonlight, revealing its face. 

You gasped, eyes wide. “Oh my God—” 

And then, just one more step—

“Boo!”

The lights flashed back on, revealing Pavitr in the middle of the field, in his very own crazy costume. He wasn't holding a shovel; it was a mop, and in his other hand, a bucket of water, which he promptly dumped onto the floor. You groaned, “Oh, come on! Are you serious? You scared the life out of us!”

Pavitr was laughing so hard he was almost doubled over. “You guys should have seen your faces!” 

“Mate, I was ready to throw hands with you. What are you even doing here?” 

Before Pavitr could answer, the front door swung open again, and in came Miles and Gwen respectively. “Gotcha,” Miles shouted. Gwen gave them a sheepish smile. “Thank you,” she said, holding up a bag of snacks. “Pav thought we should, you know, give you the full horror experience.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at the trio. “And you thought nearly giving us heart attacks was the way to go?” Pavitr shrugged, still grinning. “Hey, it’s Halloween! It’s all part of the experience!” 

Hobie glanced at you, his expression deadpan. “Next time, we’re watchin' *romantic comedies* for Halloween.” 

As the group settled down, Pavitr took the opportunity to playfully mop the spilled water around, making a complete mess of the place. Gwen tried to help clean up while Miles rifled through the snack bag, oblivious to the chaos. 

But just as everyone was about to relax, there was a final ‘thud’—a loud, unmistakable bang—from the hallway closet. 

Everyone froze again. You and Hobie exchanged nervous glances. Pavitr, still holding the mop, went pale. “That... wasn’t me.” 

The closet door slowly creaked open, and out shuffled…. 

Concrete. The cat. 

There was a moment of stunned silence. shaking your head, you finally cracked a smile. “Okay, we seriously need to start locking the door.” 

The silence broke into laughter, Concrete hopping onto the couch like she owned the place, her tail flicking with satisfaction. 

You leaned against Hobie, your shoulders finally relaxing. “This was officially the dumbest Halloween ever.”

“Best one yet, if you ask me,” Hobie said, pulling you close. The group dissolved into laughter again, the tension of the night finally broken as Concrete claimed her rightful spot in the middle of the chaos.

Author's Note: Thanks so much @the-kr8tor for starting the Octobie event! It was such a fun experience, and I loved seeing everyone’s creativity. Really appreciate all the work you put into making it happen!

[noharaaa]

Room of Angel

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grumpy hobie 4 the soul

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Please do Christmas one! I'll definitely be on time for it!

It's currently nov 1st here so I'm happy ( and a bit sad) to say that Octobie is done and is such a major success!! The whole month felt like atsv was first released back then!

Thank you all so much for participating, whether it's by making Hobie fanarts, fics, headcanons, banners and everything under the sun, I thank you for making this event possible and much more memorable!!! I'd also like to thank the people who interacted with those Hobie works! We couldn't have done it without your reblogs and much needed support ❤️

I'm incredibly proud to be a part of a very talented fandom!! See you next year for Octobie'25! 🥂🎉

(As always, the octobie masterlist is in my nav and if you haven't finished an octobie work in time, you can still submit it if you want! It's better late than never!)

[noharaaa]

Its over for you? Crap. I knew I'd be a victim of Novembie. Its almost 11pm here !! (Sad crying noises)

It's currently nov 1st here so I'm happy ( and a bit sad) to say that Octobie is done and is such a major success!! The whole month felt like atsv was first released back then!

Thank you all so much for participating, whether it's by making Hobie fanarts, fics, headcanons, banners and everything under the sun, I thank you for making this event possible and much more memorable!!! I'd also like to thank the people who interacted with those Hobie works! We couldn't have done it without your reblogs and much needed support ❤️

I'm incredibly proud to be a part of a very talented fandom!! See you next year for Octobie'25! 🥂🎉

(As always, the octobie masterlist is in my nav and if you haven't finished an octobie work in time, you can still submit it if you want! It's better late than never!)

[noharaaa]

🧹𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬🧹

Author's Note: Reader has no specified gender.

This short story includes some minor satire!

Modern! AU

Hobie banner by @the-shroom-garden

Word Count: 1.8k

Enjoy Reading!

╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

Late October night was settling in with its spooky autumn vibes. The wind howled against the trees, causing the dry leaves to scratch onto the window panes. Inside the apartment, you were surrounded by blankets and pillows. The smell of buttery popcorn filled the air, setting the right tone for a horror movie marathon.

You were cross-legged on the couch, sitting in the dim lights of your apartment lit only by the small flickering artificial candles around the dark space. You look relaxed, dressed in a comfy hoodie along with a new hairstyle of your choice. Hobie was lounged next to you, his arm draped lazily across the back of the couch as your gaze trailed up to the plastic headband, the tiny devil horns poking out near his hairline. The tiny accessory seemed a bit too small for him, hilariously straining against his bigger sized head. 

A lazy grin was plastered on his face, expecting your amused reaction when he first put them on, “Gotta get into the spirit somehow.”

The TV screen flashed, casting shadows across the room as the opening scene of The Conjuring played. You leaned forward, grabbing a handful of popcorn, your eyes glued to the screen. “I’m telling you,” you said, your voice low, “this is the part where everything goes to hell. Why do they always gotta investigate creepy basements?”

“That’s ‘cause none of them have proper fight or flight response. They hear somethin’ weird, and instead of leggin’ it, they go ‘who’s there?’. It’s for plot drive.”

“I just know you’d be the first to bolt if you were in one.”

“You better believe it,” Hobie said, leaning back further, “Soon as I hear a creak, I’m gone. Ain’t makin’ friends with no ghosts.”

As if on cue, a loud *thump* came from the hallway outside the apartment door. The two of you froze. Your head snapped to the direction of the noise, “what was that?” 

Hobie’s eyes narrowed, his playful demeanor slipping. “Dunno. Maybe some neighbors messin’ about.”

You wouldn’t deny to admit that the timing was… weird. “You think? I swear if someone’s pulling a halloween prank, I’m gonna—”

Suddenly, there was another bang. Louder and closer, this time.

You almost flinched at the noise. “Okay, nope. We’re on some paranormal bullcrap, and I am NOT here for it,” you muttered, your voice a bit higher than usual. “Relax, Y/n,” he said, groaning lightly as he slowly stood up from the couch, stretching a bit before heading to the front door, “I’ll take a look. Could be the wind.”

You instantly grabbed his arm, pulling him back down next to you. “Uhm, no your not! Haven’t you learned anything from the movies we’ve been watching? We stick together.”

The sound of your stern voice made Hobie chuckle. “Fine, fine. But y’know this’d be the part where the couple splits up and—”

Bang!

You shot him a glare. “Finish that sentence and I’m sending you out there.”

“Alright, alright. You wanna arm yourself with somethin’?”

You looked around the room for a weapon, the only intimidating thing you could find was the small bowl of hard candy. “I got these,” you picked up a handful of rock hard candy balls.

“Brilliant,” Hobie deadpanned.

You both moved cautiously toward the door. The air inside the room was crisped and muffled in your ears. Hobie reached for the door first, glancing back at you before unlocking it. With a dramatic flair, he swung the door open. Standing in the doorway….was nothing. Absolutely no one. Hobie took a peek down the hallway, scratching the back of his neck at the sight of an old broom leaning against the wall. The broom looked like it had been knocked over. He pointed at it, grinning, “Looks like our ghost is a broom.”

“Really? A whole broom in an empty hallway. You don’t find that suspicious?”

Hobie shrugged, “Looks like the ‘ghost’ was a janitor’s broom on its smoke break.”

“Seriously? A broom on a break? What is it, unionized?”

“Gotta respect broom rights.”

“Not funny.”

You both returned to the room, closing and locking the front door back in place.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. Maybe I overreacted.”

Hobie gave you a cheeky grin, glimpsing at the handful of candy that were still held tightly in your palms “Maybe? Nah, Y/n, you were ready to take down a demon with candy treats.”

“Yeah. Well, at least I came prepared.”

You were both settled back into the couch again, deciding to keep the lights on this time (it was your suggestion). You quietly shook your head, watching Hobie relax and adjust his plastic devil horns as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. You narrowed your eyes, “You're taking the couch tonight if a real ghost shows up. I’m not sharing my bed with your spooky ass.” Hobie smirked, throwing his arm back around you, “Wouldn’t dream of it, luv.”

“Yeah, sure. Keep dreaming, Hobie.”

Halloween night was back in full swing, watching one horror movie to the next. You both managed to laugh off the broom incident from earlier, blaming it on the wind and your jumpy nerves. Already halfway through the third movie of the night, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, when the lights flickered around you. You and Hobie exchanged a look, this time neither was laughing. They flickered again before they went out, now replaced by total darkness, other than the faint glow of the distant moon through the window.

“Alright, what the hell’s goin’ on?” he muttered, setting his popcorn down as he stood up. You grabbed your phone, using the flashlight app to scan the dark room; the TV, the couch, even the empty hallway leading to the kitchen. Nothing.

“Maybe it’s just a blackout,” you said, although the tone of your voice wasn’t convincing at all. Hobie, ever the skeptic, wandered toward the kitchen, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet against the silent apartment; the atmosphere was almost too quiet, the kind of quiet where you can hear your pulse beating.

You broke the silence, your voice tense, “I swear, if that cat’s back to scare the shit out of us, I’m locking it outside!”

Concrete, the scruffy gray tabby next door, can be an aimless furball. She had developed a reputation for being an adventurer, always prowling around the apartment complex like her own playground. The habit has been a lot more frequent these days due to some careless owner who barely keeps tabs on her, letting the feline wander in and out of people’s apartments like she owned the place. Concrete always managed to show up at the worst possible times, sneaking up on people when they least expect it.

Before Hobie could say anything, another ‘thud’ sound erupted from behind them. It came from the hallway near the front door. Something heavy shuffled, like feet dragging against the hardwood floor. Hobie instinctively stepped in front of you, his shoulders tensing. You spun around, the flashlight in your hands now pointing at the living room table.

Sucking in a breath, “Hobie…”

The broom they dismissed earlier was upright leaning against the kitchen wall.

Hobie blinked, “I’m startin’ to think that the broom’s got a grudge.”

Another ‘thud’ this time. This time, it came from the hallway near the front door. Something heavy shuffled, like feet dragging against the floor.

“Who’s there?” he called out, but there was no response. Only the slow, dragging sound drew closer. 

Your heart was in your throat, “Maybe it’s a prank…?” you whispered, your hand gripping his sleeve. “Or maybe,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the dark hallway, “it’s one of those situations where we die first because we thought it was a prank.” The shuffling noise grew louder and closer now.  Hobie moved forward, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure in the faint moonlight. The beam of Josephine’s flashlight followed him, but it flickered, dimming with each step he took. Suddenly, there was a loud *crash* from the kitchen, like a pot had been knocked over. “What the hell is going on?” you hissed. He didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the hallway as a new sound filled the air: a soft, wheezing breath. Someone. Or something—was breathing in the darkness, slow and ragged. "Alright, this is gettin' ridiculous," Hobie muttered.

A figure emerged from the darkness. Tall, hunched, and dragging something long and heavy behind it. Hobie’s stomach clenched; he knew this wasn’t a joke. The shadowy figure shuffled forward. With your back against the wall, you whispered, “Hobie, I don't like this.”

The figure came closer, its face hidden by shadows. It dragged what looked like a... shovel? 

Hobie’s hand landed grabbed the broom, holding it out like a weapon. “Oi, stay back,” he warned, though his voice quivered with fear. But the figure didn't stop. It stepped into the moonlight, revealing its face. 

You gasped, eyes wide. “Oh my God—” 

And then, just one more step—

“Boo!”

The lights flashed back on, revealing Pavitr in the middle of the field, in his very own crazy costume. He wasn't holding a shovel; it was a mop, and in his other hand, a bucket of water, which he promptly dumped onto the floor. You groaned, “Oh, come on! Are you serious? You scared the life out of us!”

Pavitr was laughing so hard he was almost doubled over. “You guys should have seen your faces!” 

“Mate, I was ready to throw hands with you. What are you even doing here?” 

Before Pavitr could answer, the front door swung open again, and in came Miles and Gwen respectively. “Gotcha,” Miles shouted. Gwen gave them a sheepish smile. “Thank you,” she said, holding up a bag of snacks. “Pav thought we should, you know, give you the full horror experience.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at the trio. “And you thought nearly giving us heart attacks was the way to go?” Pavitr shrugged, still grinning. “Hey, it’s Halloween! It’s all part of the experience!” 

Hobie glanced at you, his expression deadpan. “Next time, we’re watchin' *romantic comedies* for Halloween.” 

As the group settled down, Pavitr took the opportunity to playfully mop the spilled water around, making a complete mess of the place. Gwen tried to help clean up while Miles rifled through the snack bag, oblivious to the chaos. 

But just as everyone was about to relax, there was a final ‘thud’—a loud, unmistakable bang—from the hallway closet. 

Everyone froze again. You and Hobie exchanged nervous glances. Pavitr, still holding the mop, went pale. “That... wasn’t me.” 

The closet door slowly creaked open, and out shuffled…. 

Concrete. The cat. 

There was a moment of stunned silence. shaking your head, you finally cracked a smile. “Okay, we seriously need to start locking the door.” 

The silence broke into laughter, Concrete hopping onto the couch like she owned the place, her tail flicking with satisfaction. 

You leaned against Hobie, your shoulders finally relaxing. “This was officially the dumbest Halloween ever.”

“Best one yet, if you ask me,” Hobie said, pulling you close. The group dissolved into laughter again, the tension of the night finally broken as Concrete claimed her rightful spot in the middle of the chaos.

Author's Note: Thanks so much @the-kr8tor for starting the Octobie event! It was such a fun experience, and I loved seeing everyone’s creativity. Really appreciate all the work you put into making it happen!

[noharaaa]

HIII :D, Heres something quick i did for homework, using my beloved, of course...

Right below there's a picture of the reference I used, credits to whoever mad that composition, it helped me a lot with my homework, and it was fun to do too.

[noharaaa]

He is not alone anymore

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this would make a nice keychain !!!!

Lil Hobie as those big head dolls 🤏