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tried to persevere despite it all and bake more cookies, gave the test batch to [redacted], and they said they didn't like them. so do i burn down the whole house with me in it now or what

[pixelforgestudios]

Which Vert Was It Again?

Nothing like the rollercoaster feeling of almost being done with a render and having to fix just one last detail...and you fix the wrong detail.

[the-kr8tor]

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.

[pinksugarscrub]

Heartstrings

Hobie Brown x fem! black cat! reader

Inspired by a post by @undobutton , I'm sorry I can't link it to the story. It's been so long I can't find it. Thank you again!

Word count: 1,162

Part(s): 1, 2, ???

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Art is a freedom of expression. That’s something that your mother drilled into your head when you were young. Your small fingers littered with paint or covered in clay as you listened to her speech for the umpteenth time.

Before, you hated the constant lessons. English, math, science. All centered around culture and the history of man. It was unbearable until…it wasn’t. Until you saw him. His voice cracking as he sang and his fingers missing every other chord on his borrowed guitar.

That’s when you finally understood what she meant.

Art, is freedom.

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The streets of Camden were always full of life. The back streets anyway. That’s where Norman Osborn’s authority ended.

Kids running around carefree as music played from a scrapped radio. It always brought a smile to your face.

You greeted everyone you passed briefly. Blending in with the crowd easily as you weaved through the many makeshift homes.

To the government you were outcasts. But this, this was home.

You eyed one home in particular. Freedom fighters laughing as they knocked their glasses together.

Pursing your lips as you bite back a smile as soon as you spot him. His wicks give him away instantly. There were too many people around so for now, Hobie would have to wait.

Tearing your gaze away from the tall punk, you came to an alleyway. Narrow enough that you would have to suck in your breath and position your body to the side to even squeeze through. You grinned at the challenge. With a quiet huff you gracefully scaled the building. Your footsteps silent against the concrete. It was exhilarating.

Rolling to a stop you cause the spray paint cans in your backpack clink together. Your expression only brightened as you quickly tore your bag open. The familiar cat eye shaped goggles you adorned along with a black coat and gloves folded neatly inside.

Gingerly you slip the leather on before fixing the metal studded belt around your waist. Of course, you offset the intense color with a pair of jeans and chucks.

Keeping your identity was a priority. Just like that new Spiderman swinging around the city. He was a sight to behold. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him that is.

You shook your head to pull yourself from the cloud of your imagination. It was time to search for the perfect canvas.

You nodded mostly to yourself as you slid a scarf over your nose. Dropping down with a thud onto an abandoned apartment building as you scoured the skyline.

Not noticing the curious gaze on your back.

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You popped open a can of fresh paint. The cap clattering to the ground as music blared through the walkman attached to your belt. You took a deep breath as you glanced down at the sketch in your black book.

“Here we go,���you murmur as the hiss of the can echoes through the air. The colors blending together seamlessly as you tapped your foot to the beat.

Normally, you would tag your name into any and every surface you could find. But today, you decided to go the political route. An outline of a young girl appearing on the brick. She was messy, unkept. But bright and bold against the black background.

You wanted your work to embody hope. For a better future, for freedom.

That’s why you had made it this far right? You had to have some purpose as the people closest to you passed on and left the picture of your life.

That’s what you cling to on the days you miss your mother.

You blend out of the confounds of your outline. Flicking open a can of blue paint before shaking it. It was almost impossible to find paint now that the police had caught wind of you and other artists so you had to make this can last.

Your eyes shifted every once and awhile as you kept an eye out for officers. Used to their angry shouts as they tossed objects at you. It was hilarious watching them as they doubled over, gasping for air as you mocked them from above. There was even a device in your bag in case things went south but that day had yet to come.

After what seemed like hours which was actually only a matter of minutes you were met with silence. Your hand lowered as you paused the walkman. Stepping back to critique your work.

There were some errors here and there. Places where you colored in a different color than you had intended and empty spaces but overall, you were happy. Ten minutes below your normal time.

“No expectations?”

You froze at the unfamiliar voice. Gripping the can in between your fingers as you slowly turned to look behind you. And if you were holding your breath before you were sure you had nothing left as you exhaled.

“I think I see what you’re tryin’ to say but-” The loud thud of his boots causes your skin to crawl. By the tone of his voice you assume he has a smile underneath his mask. Possibly even smug. “-be a dear and humor me.”

It takes him not one but two strides before he’s at your side. He’s so nonchalant, hands dug into his pockets as he towers over you. Spiderman. The Spiderman. You feel faint.

“What, cat got your tongue love?” Tilting his head to the side as he chuckles.

You bite your bottom lip, anxiously watching him as you resist the urge to bolt. You did not just steal a new set of supplies only to leave them in the hands of Spiderman. Regardless of how noble he seemed. They were yours. Taken fair and square.

“What’s it to you?” Posture stiff as you eye his form for the hundredth time.

He seemed amused by your response. Head moving back to its original position. He can practically see the cat ears atop your head. Maybe even a tail flicking angrily against the back of your thighs.

“You wound me love.” Shifting his weight so he’s facing you directly. “Thought us rebels had to stick together.”

You purse your lips. Casting a glance to your bag before returning your gaze to him. “Rebels are just as disloyal as cops. Save their own skin if the situation calls for it.”

He scoffs at your threat. It’s cleverly disguised.

“What do you want with me?” Your eyes narrowed beneath your goggles. Beginning to slowly circle him like a predator eyeing its prey. Like a cat ready to crush a nuisance of a spider.

He practically fell over with laughter. Hands on his knees as his body shook.

To anyone else he would seem entirely relaxed. Showing vulnerability to a civilian was natural of course. But you weren’t just some civilian. You weren’t helpless like the rest of Camden.

You were the Black Cat.

You were a wanted woman.

And you were ready to pounce.

[pockystixxs]

I'm pocky! aka button. (18) she/her, queer!! This is my main, but if you wanna see my writing head over to @undobutton or @redobutton if you wanna see the kinda writing i like to reblog!

currently in love with: Crux Hertz 🙄 💚 (from @/doubledeadstudio 's game: reanimated heart!!)

[redobutton]

hi hi! (this page will be updated later <3)

my main blog: @pockystixxs

my writing blog: @undobutton

rules: same as writing blog aka, no homophobia, transphobia, etc. no racism, ableism, etc. and if it's a nsfw post then mdni

[is-there-an-undo-button]

tired of people accusing me of things i didn't do and thinking things about me that aren't true i feel like everyone's playing a game where i don't know the rules or no scratch that a game i didn't even know we were playing like how can you say this thing i did was for this reason when there's absolutely no way i can prove i didn't it's literally just your crazy word against mine!!!

[towncentermusic]

Instagram Dispatch – Oct 25, 2017 @ 16:43 Ctrl+Z. And the customer couldn't be happier! - - - - - #tcmrepairs #guitarrepair #guitartech #undobutton #fender #fenderguitars #telecoustic #finishwork #geartalk #gearybusey #knowyourtone #buystraplockskids

[idv-sunsxin3]

->Random List of Other Fandom Writers ~*

Recommended by myself, the lovely Pins! ùwú (This is (notably) a list of tumblr writers I favored so much, also because I want a masterlist so I don’t have to scroll my list of follows when looking for their posts- I might have to check again if I missed some blogs. yesimalurkershhh-) Feel free to check out these incredible writers’ works,,,- Also, sorry for tagging, fellow writers! I hope you don’t mind this humble reader ;u;

IDENTITY V 🌺

{ @idv-marythefairy }

GENSHIN IMPACT ✨

{ @anemo-writes }

{ @dandelion-dreams }

{ @genshinarchives } note to myself// Alice’s blog :D

{ @multi-maker }

{ @tartglias }

Twisted Wonderland ♥️

[ @cupids-chamber ]

[ @dormhouse ]

[ @mad-hatter-alice ]

[ @malakiee ]

[ @oyster-sauce-tart ] note// nothing much yet, but I found the two of yuu’s series neat,,, 👀✨

[ @traumxrei-archive ]

[ @twistyprefect ] note// love their OCs,,,,

[ @umichanya ]

[ @wolken-himmel ]

[ @writingforatwistedworld ] note// how I discovered self-aware AU stuff,,, lovely 😔✊🌸

[ @pomefiwhore ]

{ @twst-drabbles }

Multifandom

{ @crystal-clear-constellation }

{ @nanamisflowerfield }

{ @undobutton }

{ @yanderes-galore } note to myself // lots of yandere content but still check it out because of IDV Victor headcanons- x’3

{ @dazey-aceie }

{ @ira-hydrangea }

{ @willowwhispersspeakeasy }

{ @writer-akihiko }

{ @kazuharas }

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The new Emperor cannot be stopped. He is ageless, has unfathomable wealth, and cannot be killed by any known means. However, rebel spies in his government says an ancient enemy of his lay buried, many kilometers into the mantle in a solid metal sphere- a simple creature, and his only weakness.

[undobutton]

hii!

... why am i still getting requests??

i love that you all like my writing and things like that but ny requests and interactions are closed���️ I'm not trying to be ungrateful! i really do appreciate it but,,

I've got a four hour class every day and since my sleep schedule is so fucked i take a nap as soon as i get home. then i have chores to do, and i have to help take care of my little sister. and i have therapy once a week. my anxiety really can't take all this hehe.

please be understanding! i get it if you didn't see that my requests were closed. i almost deleted my blog bc I sent a request to someone who wasn't taking requests at the time... i panicked, but they understood ✨😌 that's where i got the name undobutton from.

so please wait, the class will be over soon and I'll have more time to work on these requests. i want them to be good quality because that's what you all deserve.

love you all and hope this is clear.

as always I'll still be active for non request related things.

mwah💖

-button🌺

[araearts]

So here’s a water color doodle! I’m outlining in a 005 micron pen. I should have taken a photo before I outlined it I sorta messed up her face. Haha. #undobutton #watercolor #painting #paint #paints #pink #doodle #doodlesoninstagram #doodlesofinstagram #artists #Artist #artistsoninstagram #artistsontumblr #flowers

[haydaveartist]

Refining #amywhinehouse Taking it slow. No #undobutton . . . . #contemporaryart #poprealism #popart #portrait #portraiture #haydavecom #haydaveartist #haydave #emergingartist #artist #artistsoninstagram #paintinginprogress #wip #acrylicpainting #liquitex #gallery #galleryrepresentation #lookingforgalleryrepresentation #london #paris #brooklyn #chelsea #manhattan #newyorkcity #provincetown #chicago #losangeles #sanfrancisco #dreambig #eyeliner #cateye #beatmakeup (at Haydave Art Studio)

[is-there-an-undo-button]

FOUND THE OG POST (X)

This fish is ruining my fucking life

[kinuasa]

Office 365アイコン(imageMso)一覧(U)

[Office 365アイコン(imageMso)一覧(U)]

Office 365のデスクトップ版Officeアプリケーション(WordやExcelなど)のアイコン一覧を作成しました。

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[is-there-an-undo-button]

is every person in my life set on disappointing me in cruel and unusual ways or have i just discovered a new flavor of depression that warps the way i view reality yet again