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[stormbreaker-290]

Intro post time <3

Heya, my name is Storm! im an artist, writer, gamer, professional simp, chronic fandom enjoyer, and shitposter.

i post art on here sometimes, (maybe even a coherent thought every now and again), and love to yap with my mutuals and friends about anything and everything :]

I'm in a lot of fandoms, but currently fixated on the fnaf DCA and a handful of me and my mutuals ocs.

On the topic of ocs, I Roleplay as one of my own! @static-x3 is the designated roleplay and ask blog for my main OC/sona, Static (ref TBA)

I use tone indicators a lot- and they're much appreciated so I can tell how ya mean things through text better :3c

I am a certified Tag Yapper, but I do try to tag things properly where applicable; my notable tags + other mentions will be thrown under the cut for your convenience <3

#beloved mutuals is my tag for mostly asks and other shenanigans with my Moots :]c

#storm draws and/or #storm doodles is where all my art goes :3

#storm rambles is most of my own posts :p

#storm loses it is the same as before but I live up to my blog title and go EXTRA bonkers in my rambles (only /neg sometimes)

#mutuals art <3 is where all my mutuals gorgeous art goes (I HEART MY MUTUALS GO CHECK THEIR STUFF OUT💥💥💥)

#malware my beloved is my main simp tag. you see my header?? Yeah, that's my friends DCA oc Malware. You're gonna be seeing a lot of him on here. He's . My husbanf <333

#malware my beloved but more is the same as before but where all my fanart of the lad goes o7

Header is by my lovely friend @bumble-the-sun-bee (the creator of Malware and many other wonderful characters)

Also, eat shit @gigabyte1027 I made my intro before the end of the year >:)

General DNI stuff. Don't be a shitty person, respect me and I'll respect you. If you don't like me or my content just block me and move on, i wont take it personally.

[flamingo-writes]

Autumn English Sky 

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Third person, self insert, fem reader, she/her pronouns used

Summary: Hobie goes out looking for one of his childhood friends, after a while of being missing and busy due to his Spider-Man duties. However when he finds her, she seems to have been struggling for a while. Hobie sits with her in an attempt to get her to open up about it.  Warnings: cursing, mentions of weight, weight-loss (but there’s no explicit description of the reader’s appearance other that having lost some weight), eating disorders, depression, Word Count: 1.7K 

Big shoutout to: @midnightnoiserose, every so often I go back and read the comments you leave to get a serotonin boost. Thank you for supporting my work so diligently 🥺💜

Putting the Author's note here bcs its longer than usual:

Author’s note: It’s been a while, I know. Life’s been busy I guess. ADHD-ing too close to the sun, dealing with adult life, work, periods where I feel burnt out, depressive episodes that come and go, you know how it is. Even though I’ve been constantly writing, I haven’t finished writing, nor I’ve written something I deem good enough to be posted. Whether it's my impostor syndrome, leaving stuff incomplete, or simply because my writing has been lazier, who knows. The thing is I haven’t posted anything in a while. As I’m writing this, I’m thinking: Hopefully this one will stick to the wall, like spaghetti. If you’re reading this, it means I made it. I finished writing something.  I guess this one will be slightly more personal? I’ve been mostly rummaging in my own life events and thoughts, looking for an outlet, so this might as well be that. 

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It’s been a while. Hobie can’t exactly place his mind as to how long it has been. He’s been busy. Between taking care of his own universe, protecting people, making art, subversive actions, and taking part in some of the missions assigned in other parts of the multiverse. He was busy, indeed. Not because he had the responsibility to respond to Miguel’s every request, but because his friends asked for help. It’s been hard, tiring even, but not impossible to balance everything happening in his life. Every once in a while he went incognito for a while to catch his breath and ground himself. 

But he had to admit, things slipped off his mind every so often. With Gwen’s constant presence lingering in his sailboat, he’d forgotten to check up on one of his friends. To check up on her, who he called by every pet name in existence but never actually calling her by her actual name. 

“Shit,” he sighed tiredly as he put his guitar aside and got off his bed. Gwen, who was hanging out as usual in his dimension, bouncing her drumsticks on the dining table gazed at him. 

“What did you forget?” She asked, already used to his quirks. 

“I’ll be right back, I might take a while,” he said, completely ignoring her question and grabbing a scarf and heading out into the chilly autumn afternoon. 

Gwen watched him leave, raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t weird for Hobie to avoid questions. So this wasn’t anything new. Also when he said he’d be away for a while, that always ended up being at the very least six hours. So she guessed he had some important business to attend to. She sighed and kept drumming on the table. 

As Hobie swung around the city, his mask on, he took the usual route to her place. It wasn’t far away from the dock where his boat was docked. But as he swung past her flat building, he noticed all the lights were off. Gazing through the windows, there didn’t seem to be anyone inside. So he proceeded to keep swinging around the city, going to the usual spots she frequented. 

It was Saturday afternoon, so stopping by her workplace wasn’t an option, she wasn’t there. He tried her favourite coffee shop, nothing. He headed to the park she usually took her dog to, nothing. As his options narrowed down, he went to the public library, hoping to find her. She wasn’t there, not inside the library at least. But she was hanging out by one of the small gardens inside the old building. 

One of the small gardens, with a small playground, and a couple of benches, he spotted a hooded silhouette. Although, even with the hoodie over the head, he was quick to recognise her smell. That familiar smell he associated with a warm hug the countless times she snuck him into her room when he was homeless and she still lived with her parents and let him spend the night and sleep on the rug beside her bed, wrapped in blankets that smelled just like her. 

“Been lookin’ for ya” He said calmly as she was sipping something out of a paper cup. 

As if snapped out of her trance she looked up at him, meeting his honey eyes and smiled at him. 

“Hobie!” She said happily, although he was quick to pick up on the tired tone in her voice. 

Not only  her voice, but something about the eye bags under her eyes, even the sight of her face, he noticed something different. 

“Are you alright?” He asked as he sat beside her, and noticed her slight shivering, holding on to her paper cup as if clinging to the heat. He took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck. “If you’re cold why don’t you go inside?”

She shook her head solemnly and gazed at the empty playground looking rather bright compared to the autumn dirty English sky. 

“I don’t mind the cold…” She admitted in a low voice. 

“You’ve lost weight.” He pointed out calmly, looking at her attentively. He was aware of her constant recovering-relapsing cycle, noticing how seeing her gain and maintaining her weight worked as an indicator that she was doing good. Seeing her lose weight meant something had triggered her relapse. 

“Sorry about that…” She sighed defeated. 

“Don’t apologise…” He pointed out as he kept gazing at her. “Is everything alright?” 

Hobie didn’t want to admit it, but he felt partially responsible. He knew how important he was to her, they were close friends. Or at least used to be. He’d been busy, absent, and she also hadn’t been reaching out as she would normally do. But he wasn’t looking for someone to blame. He was more worried about her current state. 

“Could be better, frankly…” She sighed and took another sip to her paper cup. “I’ve been maintaining my current weight for a few weeks…” She explained. “I mean, I know I’m looking thinner that I normally do…I lost weight, haven’t gained it back, but at least I haven’t kept losing any more weight…” 

Hobie hummed, and glanced back at her. “Care to share a little bit more, luv?” 

The silence lingered, filled by the howling of the wind. After several seconds. 

“Frankly speaking, I am not sure what happened…” She admitted. “One day, I just noticed my appetite was gone…” She looked at Hobie. 

The tired look in her eyes was enough to tell him she was telling the truth. Perhaps, in the beginning, her eating disorder was tied to self esteem and image issues. But her most recent relapses seemed to be tied to a feeling of losing control, and even an addiction. She’d explained to him that at some point it just felt like an addiction. It was harming, torturous, self destructive, but something about it was oddly comforting, sometimes even euphoric. It was something he couldn’t understand. His time being a homeless boy, the stomach aches he’d get from being hungry for so long were far from gratifying. He couldn’t understand how she’d find comfort in such a feeling. But he understood how addictions worked, and he was more than aware that addictions simply didn’t make any sense. Yet, they held their victim by the throat and seduced them over and over again despite the number of side effects. 

“I’m sorry,” Hobie said softly, filling in the silence. She hummed. 

“Don’t apologise…” She whispered softly in an attempt to comfort him. “It’s not your fault. I really don’t know what caused it…” 

“Maybe if I hadn’t gone MIA for so long…”

“Or maybe it’s just the seasonal depression,” She added and gazed at him. “You’ve been busy, I know that. And it’s fine. You being gone didn’t cause me to relapse,”

“I’m not saying it did. But maybe if I wasn’t missing for so long, maybe I could’ve checked in on you earlier and helped you,” 

Hobie watched her shake her head slightly and look away. 

“There’s no turning back time, plus it’s fine…My appetite is still gone, but I’m not actively losing weight…I just can’t bring myself to gain it back…”

“Baby steps, huh?” 

“I guess…” 

Hobie sighed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him, hugging her tightly. 

“I’m still sorry for suddenly disappearing. I just suck at managing my time,” He smiled when he heard her soft chuckle and her free hand wrapping around his body while the other kept holding her paper cup. “But I’m here now, okay?” He said looking down at her and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. 

“Thank you,” She whispered softly and gazed at him. “The weather is getting colder, the sun setting earlier…and the fact that I’m busy with work as of lately…It’s starting to mess up with my head,” she explained calmly. “I haven’t been able to make any art either…”

“Life’s been busy, hey? It sucks…” Hobie pointed out. “You haven’t made any art because of a lack of time, or a lack of motivation?” 

“Both,” she admitted and gazed at Hobie. 

Hobie sighed. “Come on,” he said, standing up and offering a hand to her. 

“Where?” She asked and finished her drink. 

“Your place…it’s getting late. We can order some takeout, eat together, and make some art. It’ll do you good…” He purred softly. 

“And make what exactly?” she chuckled awkwardly as she stood up and held his hand as he pulled her with him and headed out of the library. 

“Anything…you draw and paint, the possibilities are endless…” He said with a warm and optimistic tone. “You write too so, either a poem or a short story…Just let that silly creative mind of yours spread it’s wings,” 

She chuckled and followed him. Throwing her paper cup on the first bin she found and headed out of the library. 

As Hobie had said, they stopped by some restaurant, ordered take out and went to her flat. They ate dinner, chatted, caught up, and spent the afternoon together. All attempts at trying to make art failed. Feeling rusty, she wasn’t able to make anything substantial, nor anything she liked. But even just the effort made her already feel some sort of relief. 

At the sight of her smile, Hobie felt his own lips curl into a smile as she watched her get frustrated, laugh, sigh and start over repeatedly, whining about being out of practice. He’d say something back, either a sarcastic comment, or a joke, anything in an attempt to keep that smile on her face. 

He decided to spend the night over, reminiscing of their teenage years, when he’d stay over the night in her room. When they were kids, he’d sleep on the rug next to her bed since her bed was that small. Now her bed wasn’t so small, allowing both of them to fit in there. The chilly weather was the perfect excuse to share the bed and keep each other warm. They kept talking well into the night, snuggled under the bed covers, whispering as if they would wake someone else, despite being the only ones in the apartment. Eventually falling asleep next to each other. The company, the talking and the banter, as well as being pushed to create art were the therapy she needed, granting her a good night sleep in a long while. 

[rinzwrld]

Heh... Thanksgiving is tomorrow so you know what that means

Thankfull-ness to these wonderful souls (mutuals who are super great):

@weemssapphic you literally write the best stuff ever. Like I'm sorry but omg chefs kiss?? You string together words in a way so magical I will never understand how you do it. My explanation? You're a majestic witch or something (idk bare with it). Jokes aside though, you have a super kind heart and I'm very lucky that you are my mutual.

@scorpsik your art.... I love it. It's so, so good. The colors, the dynamics of how you blend everything, the volume and how much the poses speak, it's just SO GOOD. It's like looking at a pack of smarties/any rainbow flavored candy. Also thank you so much for drawing Ashley for me it was so sweet 😭🫶

@twyz dude I've lowkey been looking at your art since like April/may (it was near my last birthday that I got into rhps and you were one of if not the first artists I found) and I was like... In awe. The way you draw stuff, how absolutely positive it all looks, even when using darker palletes it just idk honestly it's a very joyful thing to look at and see your art. I'm so happy I could finally commission you and thank you for yapping with me about rhps and Esther, as well as perchance being a friend. You're super sick and I'm super greatful that you and I can talk about rhps together and not get bored.

@pestybones HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOO

Your the boys art is still my favorite by far. You're so silly goofy and thank you for constantly sending me those goofy memes, they honestly get me through my day. I'm greatful we became moots and that you drew that Homelander Miku binder thing for me, I still love it 😭 also still have your art on my wall as well, thank yew pookie!

@im-a-carnivorous-plant you are literally the most amazing Lilia artist out there and I gladly stand by that. Thank you for sharing your drawings in the server back when it existed, and being so funny and sweet. You're also the number one Patti Lupone fan ever! 🩷🩷

Good golly geewhilikers! Psst hey yeah go check out their pages they are super awesome

[galenationcore]

sci can I see your wife

Yes! Of course.

Her name is Morgan. sadly I don’t have many photos with her because of job limitations, however this is a very nice one I have of her.

She works here with facial reconstruction and nursing care :)

Possibly I will be allowed to answers questions with her someday.

Character and art is by

You should go check them out!

[tagarilaghost]

hi :3 there’s now a part two of this!

He cooked a full on meal over the magma, your honor.

Inspired by this post from @wowitsmetaylor I seriously can’t stop drawing PMD stuff what is this😭

[loppiopio]

just some 🥥 related sillies i've made for that fic we all know.

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

My friend @niche-artist drew my lamb for my primary save file of Cult Of The Lamb! :D

Look at 'em!! Love my lil lamb of fortunate!! <3

[thatraccoonthing]

So my friend just realized that for multiple weeks my pfp has been possessed by bill cipher

[fluxydrawings]

stickmen go brrr. couplea my friends’ve been drawin/talkin bout Purple recently so i thought id draw their designs/vaguely imitate their styles at the same time :)

Designs belong to: @chosec @alebrijediscordico and @navy-leader!

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[emotionally-happy-pyro]

Hudda humph hmmm!!

[[Hello! Welcome to Pyro's blog! Feel free to send in asks, I really enjoy answering them!]]

Ooc, things to note:

☆I'm quite new to Tf2, so please be patient with me! I very much love Pyro and I think that our personalities overlap, which is why I chose to play this character!

☆I headcanon Pyro to be Aro/Ace, but very affectionate. Lots of hugging and stuff :))

☆I also headcanon them to be non-binary, or rather, doesn't care what you refer to them as

☆I love making Pyro-style drawings, please keep those asks coming! It really makes my day when people interact! :D

☆ Go ahead and aim some asks at me, the mod, if you like(?) I doubt anyone would care, but if anyone's curious about my thoughts or a drawing from me, I don't bite!

[tokencisgirl]

i'm not sure if i really want more online friends outside of the people already inside my circle atp honestly because tldr; Discourse

[carbonateddelusion]

have some recent doodles ft. a "draw my oc" submission and @xxmourningdove666xx 's character, Cyril

[randomwords247]

TOLD YOU I'D BE DOING MORE! Here's the full artwork of the second "fake thumbnail" I've done, for rekrap2's "Getting Every Armor in Minecraft (it took 800 days)" video!

I also actually did a speedpaint for this!!! Here's the link!

I spent longer on this than I meant to (around 9 hours as opposed to the like 3 hours I meant... whoops) mostly because I decided it'd be fun to try and do the background rather than JUST use a screenshot. Oh my days it took so much longer than I thought and I already went into it KNOWING it'd probably take a bit.

Kind of fitting given that's rekrap's sentiment about the whole armour trim thing but I digress haha!

I definitely reccomend checking out the armour trim series and the video this "fake thumbnail" is for, because it was a blast to watch, and I also just reccomend checking out rekrap's content in general! He's one of my favourite mcytbers atm and his stuff is great!! :D

Will be making a seperate post about the speedpaint just in case tumblr tanks this one for having a link :)

Want to support me directly? Buy me a Coffee! (Ko-fi)

(Original sketch below cut)

[ask-mrxmts]

//uhHh gunna go on a small hiatus due to not having internet+other (ill expln in the tags c/tw vent/rambling)

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."