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StarWars-ified Painting Edits!
So, my mom has a friend who makes a living selling paintings. One of the styles she does are fast-done, simple paintings of landscapes that she can make a lot of, and sell for very affordable prices.
My mom bought a few after asking if she minded if "her daughter made them Star Wars themed by adding stuff to them" and the artist was thrilled about it.
So, anyhow, here's the two paintings my mom came home with, that I finally got around to adding Star Wars details to:
I didn't do much to this one, it was already so pretty and I didn't want to make the changes obvious. So some bantha, a sandcrawler, and two suns + the text "Tatooine" in Aurebesh. I added yellow highlights to all the plantlife to bring out the glare of hte sun and give a bit more detail to the flora, and match with how highlighted the additions I added in are.
Close-up on the bantha and sand crawler
Closer-ish look at the text and flora and bantha
OKAY. LET ME START BY SAYING. *THIS* ABOVE PHOTO IS THE MOST ACCURATE. (It is also my favorite of the two)
Like, wow, this painting changes colors when you move it or put it in different lighting, and my camera HATED trying to take a photo of it.
On the plus side, the warmer-tones the camera gives really highlights the scene in the skies and the detail on the AT-AT.
pew-pewBOOM
X-wings cming in behind the Tie-fighters, ruh-roh.
You can't see if in the photograph but that explosion looks way cooler IRL; there's actually some black in there for the tie-wings being scattered apart. The camera ate it nooooo
I forgot to put the white line inside the plasma-bolts, oops. I'll get that next time it's out of the sleeve. So possibly never.
Wow the camera played with this painting funky. You get the gist hopefully thought!
Nothing fancy for materials; Pre-done acrylic paintings on canvas sheets, I then painted on with acrylic paint-pens and my fingers.
Also, I need to chase my mom's friend down, becaUSE SHE DIDN'T SIGN EITHER PAINTING HONEY PLSSSSSSSSSS
I doodled in a signature but i'll ask her if she'll sign on it next time we see her.
Jedi: Fallen Order AT-AT
Shattered Realities Prt3
Hobie Brown/Reader (3/5 part)
"Yes or no?"
Maybe she was the dirty window.
(A/n I wanna preface that webbie is based of you, the reader but mainly as a POC with semi tan to dark skin but you can imagine her as whatever because she is a self insert in a sense so go nuts)
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It's been about a few weeks since Webbies arrival and stay at Hobies, yet she still isn't used to some things.
"I'll be heading to out now" Says Hobie getting ready.
Webbie asks, getting bored of the mundane life she's been living "Wait what do I do here?"
"Uhm? I don't know, just chill. I guess? Don't watch any British shows without me, I heard kitchen nightmare is airing in an hour but I 'ought to handle this police chase real quick"
Before Hobie could gear up, he was alarmed by the sound of popping from the window.
"Woah, fireworks." Webbie said trying to stick her head out to get a closer look while Hobie is confused.
"Fireworks on a normal day? My god Webbie-" He shoots his webs to her shoulders inside to hold her back and closes the curtain with another
Webbie struggles in his webs, hands stretched to the window "Hey! you're blocking me the fireworks"
"Those are gun shots Webs" Hobie deadpans.
Sometimes Webbie forgets that there were scheduled protests in Old York.
She stops her struggling and backs away from the miror "Oh, noted....Wait, Webs? I didn't know we were on nick name basis"
Hobie shrugs "I've been calling you so many names all this time, and you notice when I call you Webs?
Her eyes glimmer, not paying attention to what he says "You need a nickname."
Hobie crosses his arms "Isn't Hobie short enough"
"Not short enough, what about Bee-bee?"
"That's like the same amount of syllabus. You make me sound like a cartoon character" He says, trying to make sense of the name "Plus it sounds odd, anyways gotta go now. Call me if you need anything"
Webbie taps his shoulder before he can go out "Erm...I don't have a phone to call you though, I could probably learn how to do smoke signals to communicate with you?"
"How would that even work in this small place"
"Like incase I burn your place or something, smoke signals"
"Thats it, you are officially banned from the stove"
Webbie looks at him in shock "I was only joking!"
He gives her a teasing look before trying to think of an alternative solution.
"Hold that thought" Hobie types something on his phone, there was a ping back "Right, I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Just sit tight"
Webbie does as told watching an animal programe that was playing on the television when Hobie swings back with a small device on hand and hands it to her.
"One of my ex-bandmates is a tech whiz, she had some extras on hand. It already has a sim card inside so its all set"
She takes the phone after thanking him, trying to figure out what type of model it was "Not complaining, but what brand is this phone? I just want to know to jog any memories because it looks familiar but mixed in with a bunch of other brands i know"
"Thats because it is a mix of brands"
Webbie tilts her head still confused.
"My bandmate experimented on a couple of phone scrapes to make the most efficient phone and came up with this, works like a normal phone. Just better" He explains.
"Woah, you even got me a tangerine charm"
Hobie gleams, almost proud of himself for getting the little phone charm "I got Pav a watermelon one, seems right to get a matching one with you too"
"Whose Pav?"
"He's my-" Hobie wants to say but is rudely interrupted by his watch beeping "Acrually it's better if you met him in person, I gotta bounce right now"
He swings out without another word and before Webbie could even peak out of the window he webs it shut with a note reading.
Don't even try, call me if you're burning -brown
Webbie contemplates burning the building down out of pure pettiness and dying the the flames.
-
Hobie returns after an hour of erands.
"You're finally letting me out of the house?"
"You make me sound like I'm holding you captive" He says making his way into the window "But actually, we can go out now-"
But Webbie has already made her way to the bathroom, changing her attire.
As promised, Hobie brings her around, taking her sightseeing.
She even got to take a picture with the clock tower which was called 'An doomsday clock' by Hobie.
Once that was done, it was late evening so Hobie decided to introduce her to his old band mates after bumping into them.
He decides to grab some snacks, leaving Webbie to converse by herself.
Webbie thinks of something to try to break the ice "Oh! If you had the chance to be any animal, what would you be?"
"A penguin" Says the one with a bandana
"Thats a tricky one, totally would be a salmon fish" The other with gauges in his ear says.
Webbie makes an 'ooo' sound, taking note of everything "I want to be a whale" She states "Not only are they the biggest mammals but oh!"
They jump a little, waiting for her to continue.
"I just remembered I like space! Like black holes and all that"
The other two seemed to be having a conversation on their own, so Webbie just speaks to the Jerm (the guy with the bandana)
The more Webbie speaks, the more excited she has with the overwhelming feeling of her memories resurfacing.
"And did you know that Venus is actually more hot than Mercury from the atmosphere, quite similarly....."
Webbie stops, realizing that his expression was slightly bored.
He shakes his head when she stops talking "Sorry Webbie just dozed there for a second, what were you saying?"
She covers her emotions "Actually that's all! Thanks for listening"
"Oh really? Well, you're welcome"
Their voices slightly blur as a familiar sinking feeling from when she was younger.
Oh
Oh
Oh
Webbie thinks she sees a child? A person? She settles on child with child person.
She thinks she sees a child looking at her mother.
Then she cant seem to here the words.
But she can feel them to her core.
They run into the bathroom and just stare into the miror, tears streaming down their face.
its like she could feel every emotion they felt from that rear view miror.
Theres a moment where they just cradle their head, trying to make sure they dont make a peep.
It hurts.
She feels hurt and its scary.
They child person stare into the miror, tears streaming down their face as they they slide down the wall - biting on their hands, making sure they didnt let any sound out.
It was lonely.
It was c̴̡̰͖̯̹̲̱̤͈͎̤̻̜̺̠͍͚̦̦̈̍̿͆̿ͅͅo̸̡͉̤̟̩̼̰̯̻̞̱͉̤̺̳̞͙̣̫̲͇̠̼̠̽̅̉̈̀͑́̽̌͆͘̚l̵̛̫̫̯̗̪̖͇̣͋̍̂́͒̒́̍̽̆̾̐͊̓̀̾͝͝ͅd̶̢̡͖̪̫͍̩̞͎̱̣̮̮͚̝̩̯͓̻͓̰͇̥̉́͜
Oh
Oh
õ̴̢̨̙͕̘̳͓̘͈̼̩͍̙̊͐ͅh̶̡̡͚͍̗̫͔̗̞̮̗͔̮̰̱̅́̑̍̏̉
Oh
Her thoughts are snapped back into reality when she receives a text from her phone from Hobie.
Of course, it was Hobie, the only contact on her phone.
She calms herself to make an important decision as Hobie send her an assortment of snacks for her to choose from saying she could only choose one.
Webbie makes her decision to settle on a hashbrown and skittles.
Hashbrown and skittles por favor (*¯︶¯*)
Hobie replies in an instant
That has the weirfedt combindsation evear
M texting eithj one hend si dstop your snar ky reples
Webbie snorts and sends him a reply
( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) okay illeterate slob
Webbie sets her phone down and dec8des to try,to engage in conversation again.
She compliments their earings.
"Have you ever thought of getting one?"
"I uh...not really? But I'm open to get like a super cool one, but only one, but like....a cool one"
"She should get a dermal piercing" His friend laughed and grabbed Webbie shoulder suddenly, who was slightly alarmed but played it cool.
She could totally be cool.
These were Hobie's friends, after all.
Her eyes kept darting between all of his band mates, hoping Hobie would get back when his unnamed friend spoke up "Come on guys don't"
Hobie walks back with the snacks on hand, paasing then to his friends "You getting along bug?"
"Y-yeah totally bro man"
He gives her a weird look, resuming conversation.
The laughther is interrupted when her a dermal piercing is brought up.
Hobbie turned immediately towards Webbie "Piercing? Did he or you say that-"
Webbie tries to reasure him, punchjng his shoulder lightly "You worry wart, of course I suggested it"
"Yeah man don't worry, she said she might get a dermal at Mikes"
"Come off it man, a dermal? You trying to poison her first experience?"
"Chill it was just a joke, no harm"
Webbie inhales smiling, trying to be cool about it even though she felt a little foolish about it "It's fine, I'm alright" She scoots to Hobie whispering "What's a dermal?"
Hobie looks around and points to his neck.
"Oh....ew"
"Yeah ew, don't get crowd pressured to get something. Seriously."
Webbie pats his back "I know.It's fine, really"
Hobie doesn't look that convinced until she playfully punches him and sticks to him from the side.
He decides to let it go, shoving his hands in his pockets "You wanna drink?"
Webbie makes a thinking face "No but I would like to try?"
Hobie nods, confirming plans with his friends as they make their way to a nearby pub.
----
Webbie was slightly hoping for a margarita or a sweet type of alcohol but the place they went to only seemed to serve beer and chicken wings.
"Ew, this beer, taste like bread" Webbie gags after trying to drink it again "You might as well blend bread and mix hand sanitiser with it"
Hobie rolls his eyes at her "That's what all bear taste liks"
"Gross, it tastes like my broken dreams"
Hobie raises an eyebrow, interested "You got dreams?"
"I was being sarcastic!" She tries to take another chug to spit it out "I don't feel anything, this taste like garbage and im feeling good. Alcohol is one big lie"
He takes the mug away from her "That's enough beer for you. Usually it takes some time for people to feel it, gotta pace yourself for that"
She scrunches up her face at him "Gross"
The music booms louder and Webbie closses her eyes for a while to try to quite it down as Hobie slowly seperates from her to his friends at the other side of the island table.
She doesn't understand why she feels so, lonely?
Like all the people are laughing and talking but she feels like she's looking right at them from a dirty window.
Maybe she was a dirty window.
That needed windex.
The beer was the windex.
But she hated beer, so that still leaves her as the dirty miror.
She just asked for some water entertaining herself by watching the football on the TV.
She has a whole conversation in her mind about what's so interesting about balls getting tossed around.
Seems like it was a huge event because more people rushed into the bar.
It kind of felt like mash potatoes, Webbie would relish in some mashed potatoes with actual relish right now.
Unsure and a little fed up, she looks around the pub to find Hobie.
She gets up and squeezes her way towards him, sighing in relief and holding his sleeve like a lifeline.
She could almost fall asleep like that.
Hobie tilts his head back to look at, her distasteful smile in her sleepy state.
He says something to one of his friends who nods their head and wave at the confused Webbie as Hobie slowly menurvers them out of the crowded room.
He shoves his hands in his pocket and points to the street sign with his thumb "Wanna get smoothies then go to spider society? I have to check in for something, but we can get little bites before we go"
Webbie thinks her heart expands then sinks at the same time "What? No. You don't want to hang out with your friends? You talked about wanting to do this since like, last week?"
"What about it?"
"I just....I don't mind going home"
"Alright let's go home"
She panics.
Ashamed that he can read her mind.
She grabs his vest "No- I mean you go have fun, I'll go home. It's totally fine Beebee" her fingers tighten.
Hobie chooses to ignore the name "And I mean we can go home together, I hang out with them next week for the gig. Might as well do one more song"
"Hobieeee" She drags.
"Webs" He mirors.
"Webs?"
"Yes Webs" He leans on a wall, looking at her, but his tone becomes gentler "What's got your panties in a bunch?"
"Okay I know that's slang, but it sounds so weird and secondly, what makes you say that
"For starters, you're being less" He makes some hand gesture "You"
"Whatttt?" She shurgs, trying to seem nonchalant "No way, bro......"
"Webbie" Hobie says firmly.
"Okay, fine so what?"
"You do know that I don't mind your silly annoying absurdness"
"You think I'm silly?"
Hobie rolls his head back, punching her shoulder lightly to get out of whatever sappy mood that was slowly forming "My friends don't mind you also. They're just a different demographic. Promise not to change your individuality"
"You sound like a self-help lecturer but alright Brown"
"Promise?"
"I promise to always be annoying" Webbie smiles, looking up at him and knocks her feet against his.
She forgets how tall he was sometimes.
Hobie looks down at his feet and knocks his feet back to hers "Atta lad"
After some time Webbie pushes him back to the door of the pub "But for realzies, go back to your friends. Maybe I could go and take a nap at the spider society pub or something"
"Spider society does not, unfortunately have a pub. Trust me I've checked" He sighs thinking back "Throughly"
"I mean, the whole multiple universe thing that you explained to me seems like a whole space theory" She adds "Which means there is a possibility where there is a univerese where people drink alcohol like water"
"That would probably mean they found a cure for liver cancer. The universe would either be fun as hell or a living nightmare"
They both nod their head.
After just stalling, Webbie looks at Hobie again "But seriously, go back to your friends. I'll just go to Spider Society and hopefully avoid Miguel on the way there"
Hobie hums "Are your memories coming back?"
"Something like that, its just an uncomfortable feeling I get" She grips herself and let's go before Hobie can speak "Like when you think you're about to sneeze but can't"
"Thats oddly specific-"
"Or when you think youre about to silently fart but its really loud-"
"Alright, alright. You've made your point." Hobie opens up the portal. "I'll be home at around four, so give me a ring if you get back early"
Webbie hops into the portal waving goodbye with her last words "Okie Beebee"
"I ought to shank you for that-" The portal closses before he could even finish his sentance which leaves Webbie giggling to herself.
She makes her way to Margo (Byte) without pulling too much attention to herself.
By attention to herself, she means to avoid talking to any of the spider people which could be hard sometimes because they were all so friendly and funny.
Why couldnt Miguel be funny.
He's like one of the few spidermen that were not funny, well other than Spider plush, his backstory with uncle with Teddy Ben was quite heartbreaking so it dosent count.
Webbie calls out for Margo, who is estatic at her return
After hugging, she takes a selfie of the both of them with flash on.
"Oh, you got a new phone. Did Jess give that to you?" Margo quickly noyes.
"She was supposed to, but she seems kinda busy with the whole pregnancy and balancing multiverse, so I didn't bother asking again"
"Did you steal it?"
"I wish I was that cool, but no, Hobie got'em for me, and oh." She dangles her phone charm to Margo. "He evem got me a tangerine charm"
"Thats nice of him, how long are you staying here today?"
"Just for a couple of hours, wouldn't want to distract you guys"
"You don't girl, you good. Let me finish some documents them we'll talk"
"Kay-kay"
Webbie likes spider society, everyone here was nice and fun.
Just being in company with Margo made her gleam in joy.
She doesn't even dig for more information about her memories unless specifically asked for.
Margo finishes up a report and looks at Webbie, who was sitting upside down on her phone "What are you doing?"
"Trying to send Hobie an animal fact, did you know seahorses mate for life? And slugs have like, four noses. Like what are they smelling in the seafloor other than salt and steel?"
"I did not know that" Margo says typing something on her own phone to notify Malala of Webbies surprise visit.
The two converse their weekly updates to each other.
"Yeah, I tried convincing Hobie to let me cook something but he won't let me near the stove because I made one joke about burning his kitchen-"
"Webbie!" A figure yells.
Malala takles Webbie to the floor out of pure excitement "Oof, good to see you to scarffy"
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back!"
"It was a last-minute decision babes"
"Babes?" Malala Saya caught off guard "You hang out with Hobie too much. Anyways, how have you been?"
"Just dandy" Webbie says, feeling slightly woozy "Do you ladies happen to know where the snacks are, more specifically tangerines?"
"I think we do, mind if you get them yourself? I've got a mission to do soon and need a nap" Margo says.
"Same here" Malala adds.
"No worries my bromies, I'll to get it. Where is by the way?"
Margo chuckles awkwarly, not making eyecontact with webbie " Uhm...Just near Miguel's office"
"You've gotta be kidding me" She looks for Malala's eyes "You're kidding right malala?"
"Sorry Webbie" She says apologeticly.
"I'll be fine, why wouldn't I be fine approaching a tall angry man that gave me big time pain through a porwal....peetal" Webbie smacks her lips together trying again "Portawl....close enough"
Her speech becomes slured and vision becames a little messy as the alcohol finally settles in her stomach.
It honestly felt like sleep walking so she couldn't be drunk, at least she thinks so.
She finally finds Miguels office but hides behind some equipment when she hears Jess's voice through the intercome
"Don't you find it weird that the spider-9833 event isn't happening?" Miguel says.
"Right, it's been a lot of unscripted filler. Which is normal, but not to the point where no canon events have been happening lately"
"More anomalies have been showing up but thats normal, but its becoming more......Mundane"
"Are they linked to her?"
Webbie feels herself sweat, they dont even have to say who.
She knows its her.
Miguel sighs "Theres no way of confirming....Other than the bigger work load she hasn't been causing all that trouble and most of the events have been docile so there isn't a huge issue"
"Alright then, over and out"
She looks at her hands and back at Miguel thinking about the entire exchange between the two, did she really want those tangerines?
Webbie didn't belong here. Period.
Where would she go to?
She's so close to-
Miguel sighs, grabbing a picture frame, Webbie peaks her head inside more to get a better look.
It was a little girl, who she assumes is either a little sister or daughter.
He was looking at her so longingfully.
With such.
Solemnes.
And longingful eyes as he plays a clip of a little girl and him playing soccer.
Webbie stands there for ten minutes watching Miguel replay the same clip over and over when she feels like she's intruded.
Well she has obviosly intruded, but alcohol has made her placid to stay in place.
She backtracks her steps and makes loud stomps with her feet to the door.
With a a sigh Miguel turns off the computer, returning to his stoic expression once more.
"Hi Migi-bear" There was no reply "Okay not on nick name basis. Hey, have you seen a box of tangerines anywhere?"
Miguel points to a corner, grufly saying "Right behind the table over there"
Webbie nods her head and scurries to the box, tripping on herself again causing her to slightly slide across the floor.
Miguel looks at the girl who immediately tries to sit up playing it cool by making finger guns at him "How's it going from up there"
"Are you okay?" Webbie could have sworn he almost sounded concerned, actually maybe he was, she couldnt tell.
"Of *hic* course bro-man" Why did she say that?
"Are you drunk"
"Er.....no?" He is totally falling for that.
"Do you actually think I'm falling for that"
He does a pose which can only be described as an angry old man when he finds used socks left by someone on the living rooom floor "Can you at least tie your shoe laces?"
She finally finds the box, looking back at Miguel sighing "It's a style choice..."
Webbie picks up the box and manoeuvres the box of tangerines, scooching side to side to try to get the box out of the room without dropping it.
Unsure, she gives him a slight bow for respect purposes.
Does he know its respectful?
Regardless he makes a grunt of acknowledgement.
It makes Webbie somehow.
Glad.
-
"Found the hangover meds!" Margo hands the medicine to Webbie after she requested for it after beung unable to open her packet of skittles.
She chugs the medicine down, soering at the horrible taste, but in an instant, she's sobering up.
"You good to go now?" Margo checks.
"Yeah all good" Webbie grins rubbing her head "Argh, my heads all woozy now"
"At least you decided to come here today, those tangerines should be ripe in a day or two"
Webbie frowns "But I'm hungry right now for them"
"They're going to taste like rubber"
Webbie groans picking up the heavy box "The last time I came over there was only like six tangerines, you guys need to inform me if there's another tangerine lover out there"
Margo types out Hobie's universe's serial number and opens the portal "Actually Miguel ordered those for you"
"...He did?"
"Yeah, he got them sent in last week. Said you would and I quote 'Bother everyone' if you didn't have these"
"He does have a point" Webbie says trying not to think to much about Miguel as Margo hugs her and makes her way to the portal "See you next time Marge"
"Webbie you got my name wrong-"
But she's already gone into the portal
She smiles to herself.
She did a bunch of things today.
Got a phone.
Met new people.
Saw her two babes, Margo and Malala.
Got tangerines.
A job well done.
She didn't even flinch when she got out of the portal this time, becoming a normal thing.
Webbie groans as she placed the box of fruit down on the floor with her entire body bending forward.
"Ow- My back" She yells out, holding her back like an old man in his late sixties "My backkkkkkkkk"
Once she felt less sore, she plops herself on the couch, looking at the time. It was about four in the morning.
No sign of Hobie yet, she shrugged it off and slept off.
When she woke up, she didn't realize how hungry she was until she remembered she just ate a singular hasbrown and one skittle.
Yes a singular skittle, because she left the rest at spider society.
She nags herself in the miror for the mistake after ransacking Hobies house realizing that she might need to get a job because there was little to no edible food in the fridge anymore.
Webbie thinks back of the other week when she suggested to go out but was hit with an immediate 'Naur bruv'
Something about being unsure, which was a rare thing for Hobie to say considering his whole 'I break rules' agenda.
Webbie walks over to the box of Tangerines and Peels, one open with her hands "I know Margo said these aren't ripe, but meh"
It tasted like the balls you got at the gumball machine.
She should have listened to Margo.
They were indeed, not ripe.
This was an insult to all tangerines.
Webbie sighs, chucking the horrible tasting fruit into the bin, looking in the cabinet realizing the monstrosity she might have to eat.
-
It was approximately eight thirty into the night when Hobie walks back into the house tiredly.
He was not prepared to see the horror movie in front of him.
"What the hell are you eating?"
Hobie is home, and he is unamused.
Webie looks at him, taking another bite her food "Cereal"
"I can clearly see that, but it's what you eating it with"
"I- what the bloody hell are you doing?"
Hobie was very blunt with his question, and he looked like he just wanted the answer.
He was also a little disturbed from the cereal with water, and he raised an eyebrow.
Webbie just continues eating making faces while reading the newspaper "Not my fault you don't have milk....or any other edible stuff"
"Couldn't you eat it dry?"
"Yeah but it wouldn't be the same"
Hobie sighs "But...why?
"It was either this or gastric" she says, taking another aggressive bite.
Hobie is about to say something but she flails her hands around "But don't worry about it! I totally can live off this, Maybe I should get a job?"
"And feed this capitalistic society?" He scoffs.
"I'm litrally free loading here. I don't know why Miguel won't let me just stay at the spider society?"
"He did say you were distracting the rest of 'em with your annoying stories"
"My stories are not annoying!" She yells defensively but sooner realizes the true power of her storytelling bullshitery "But they do, in fact, distract the people...."
He signals her to his window "You know what? Let's go get some groceries"
Webbie nods excitedly, throwing away the watered soggy cereal into the sink.
Hobie chuckles as she hobbles to him wearing her shoes and helps her up the balcony which Webbie found odd since they used the door earlier.
"Question" Webbie asks, looking down from the rooftop.
"Proceed"
"How are we getting to said store if we are supposed to get on the store on the roof-"
Hobie wiggles his wrist to her direction.
"Oh yeah..." Webbie takes a moment to process what this means "Oh yeah! Wait, so this means I'm getting one for myself? I don't even have the upper body strength like you, spider people. I've watched this one cartoon called invincible and my arm will totally-"
Webbie realizes she's rambling and stops to wait for Hobie to make any sound of annoyance.
But he's just watching her patiently adjusting his web shooters "Gonna keep going, bug?"
Webbie scratches her head "I mean, I totally could but I'm reading the air so I'm gonna let you speak"
He clicks something on his wrist "Alright then, you cool with me holding yer waist?"
"Uhm why?"
"Yes or no?"
"Yes but why?"
"We're gonna swing there"
"Swing? Swing as in you're gonna" Webbie makes finger motions "Pew pew us there?"
Hobie nods.
"Excuse me for one moment" Webbie turns around and squeals before turning back to Hobie with a stone cold expression, offering her hand like a little lady in movies "I am ready"
He grabs it with as muxh grace before hoist her arm around his shoulders "Don't puke on the way there"
"Now this is a targeted insult to-ME!" Webbie says as Hobie runs at full speed and shoots his webs to a building and jumps off the roof.
Webbie has a tight grip on him.
Thankfully, his grip is tighter as he swings from building to building.
Though she feels the motion sickness coming through.
She can't help but hold a wonder look at the cars and buildings that she passes by.
It was almost surreal looking at the people go on their day.
Hobie lands behind an aly, taking of his mask and throwing on a bomber jacket quickly.
Webbie could definitely see Hobie in those fashion changing magic shows.
Where the lady would wear a horrendoes leapord dress one minute, and the next moment, she was wearing a ballroom dress.
The only difference between them was spandex, and a hint of punk and grunge.
Other than that, there are totally no differences.
They walk into a little quaint conner shop, Hobie seems to know the owner and gives him a little dap on the shoulder.
"Pick out some stuff" Hobie says to Webbie, handing her a basket.
Her eyes follow him as he picks up a carton of milk "You say that like you have a bunch of cash"
"I don't" He chuckles, going to pick out some fruit "Did I tell you that I was briefly a runway model"
"You need to stop getting cooler" Webie's places her hands on her hips, trying to imitate a model's pose.
Or at least that's what he thinks, with her odd pose.
"Want me to teach you some stuff?"
Webbie inhales and does a little hand spasm motion, staring at Hobie excitedly nodding.
Hobie and her stayed at the same spot, simply conversing about posing techniques.
"And you gotta strut your hips and make sure you put your chin up- No, not that up"
Webbie currently looked like a disoriented baby flamingo trying to replicate to various vouges magazine poses.
"You look lopsided"
"No, I'm doing it right. Your head is just lopsided" She says confidently as her legs cross each other, on the verge of falling on the floor.
"They're not-"
The owner clapped his hands to their direction "As much as I love to watch two people bond, I've gotta close up so if you lads could wrap it up"
"Right right" Hobie grabbed a few more things and was ready to pay "You would be a horrible runway model"
"That's why I'd be an amazing story teller duh"
Hobie nods along and pays for the groceries heading to the back aly again to put on his mask and offers a hand "If the lady would mind"
"Why thank you gentleman-" She tries to finish her sentence but he's already grabbing her waist and swinging without warning it almost seems to be on purpose to get a reaction out of her.
Her thoughts are replaced with the slight motion sickness.
Through the piss smelling city she finds solance in his shoulder.
"You enjoying the view?" Hobie says swinging.
"Yeah! Pleugh" She shouts, spitting out some stuff from her mouth that was probably bugs "Totally!"
Hobie takes a glance at the girl in his arms, whose eyes are barely open, trying to get used to the swinging.
He let's his gaze linger, slowing down as she slowly peels herself from his shoulder to look at the view.
Webbies eyes lit up like starlight, which was obviously scientifically impossible but it did.
Hobie just watches the many emotions on her face.
He decides to take the longer route home this time, swinging through the more lit parts of town.
She smiles like she just found out her favourite cartoon got rebooted.
Regardless, Hobie decides to make new tech for her.
Was the city that good to have Webbie gleaming?
But also maybe it was.
He ought to appreciate it more often.
— boypussy!skz.
18+ only. minors do not interact.
sub!skz. dom!reader.
🏷️ boypussies, use of toys (a dildo machine and a cumming toy), breeding kink, oral (cunnilingus), pain kink (pussy biting), squirting.
— bang chan
chan is no stranger to having his cunt used. he loves it when you rub your skin against him just to tease, or slide toys in his tight and wet hole. considering how pretty his folds look and how huge his oversensitive clit is, it’s easy to get him on edge by just flicking your tongue against it. he especially loves it when you lock your lips around his clit, sucking on the bud, making him squirm and writhe under you.
“t-too good,” he’d whine, attempting to cage your head between his trembling thighs; it’s no use with the way your arms lock his legs down so you could concentrate. chan’s desperation to orgasm washes over him as you lap up at his sweet clit, taking your time to taste his juices in between flicks. the savory taste of his folds paired with the delicious whimpers only spur you on. you could eat him out for hours.
“y-y/n,” he stutters, “i’m close!” and he instinctively tries to push you away from his cunt, but your lips are attached to his aching clit and it feels so good. too good. chan’s head spins even more when you shove your fingers inside him and you clamp his clit in between your lips and tongue. chan creams all over you, embarrassed at how wet and sticky his cum is, but you eat it and show your tongue to his shy face.
“you’re so sensitive, channie.”
— minho
it’s no surprise that your favorite catboy has one hell of a pussy to play with. there’s something about his that screams addictive to you: maybe it’s the taste of it. he’s particularly sweet, surprising for a boy who creams more than he squirts. it doesn’t help that of all the places on his cunt, his hole is heartwarmingly delicious, as if it was made for your tongue to stick inside. minho loves it when you’re casual with it. any agenda of his to out-brat your other boys is thrown out the window every time you caress his pussy and stick a finger inside his creamy walls.
“so needy for a boy who claims to hate this,” you smirk, “aren’t you such a liar?”
“i’m not,” minho’s voice vibrates, “just stop making it feel good!”
but of course, you don’t stop. you keep going. you dip your head down to his cunt and replace your fingers with your tongue every now and then, sometimes biting his thighs when he dares to close his legs around you. he barely speaks until he’s a squeaking mess, begging and creaming on your fingers in an endless orgasm that just won’t stop.
“don’t pull out,” minho pleads with wide eyes while he shoves your fingers back inside his sticky cunt. “i want to feel full.”
— changbin
puffy, pretty, and pink. his hole hides cutely behind chubby lips and it’s delightfully sensitive along the sides. he loves being penetrated most, his nerves connecting and jolting best when you stretch his tight hole with yourself. whether it be fingers or a cock, changbin gets shy yet increasingly more greedy with every thrust of anything that enters his cunt.
“am i a good boy?” he asks every now and then. you reassure him with kisses that yes, he’s indeed so good, taking the biggest dildo so well even if it’s pushing his limit. he’s unsurprisingly a size king, which is surprising considering how tight he is. even if the monster cock toy leaves him gaping, his pussy has the magical ability to revert back to being too small for your two fingers right after.
“i want to cum!” he whines over and over, chasing your lips for another kiss while he bounces on the dildo again. he loves workouts but his body is so sore from bouncing. it doesn’t help that, instead of helping him finish, you simply push down on his puffy tummy and let him feel the whole size of the toy inside him.
you ask “is it good?” and he nods speechlessly, only to respond seconds later with a loud whimper. you look down to see his cream leaking down the dildo, coating all of it in his juice. when you finally pull the toy out, changbin whines into your warmth, hiding his pretty pussy as his cum seeps out all the way onto your thighs.
— hyunjin
hyunjin’s biggest kink is to get creampied, so he did something behind your back. he ordered a cumming dildo, and of course, used it right away. his cunt couldn’t be any more excited — the only thing rivaling how sopping wet he gets is when you’re actually playing with him. hyunjin could settle with this for now, his pussy only dripping more until his panties got soaked as he connected the cum lube to the toy.
from how wet he was, the big toy slid in with ease; he felt like crying as soon as it hit his limit, squishing his insides even if the toy hasn’t filled him up with cum yet. so, as he would do with you, he moved his hips to “please” the dildo and felt the toy all the way inside. his instinct to be bred, one that came along with having a cunt as beautiful as his, overloaded his system as he greedily rode the toy. he definitely minded when you came in the room to help him, though.
“y/n, please, breed me!”
cutely enough, his moans fill the room as you pressed the mole on the side of his pussy. your laughter along with your hands helping his hips down made him leak cum, but he didn’t dare stop. you grabbed the end of the toy and squeezed cum to load out of it, which only urged hyunjin to keep going. the cum filled him up slightly, but not quite — the boy kept bouncing so as to “empty” the cock inside him. that was, until the toy finally emptied, hyunjin’s body spent after five consecutive orgasms. the cum seeped out, flooding out of his beautifully folded lips like a waterfall of delight.
“good boy,” you say, “how about you get the real thing, hmm?”
— han jisung
his pussy is the freakiest, having tasted it all from your antics: he’s taken vibrators in public and he lost his pussy’s virginity to you. who wouldn’t treat it as cruelly as you do? why not, when jisung tends to leak his wet essence messily each time you play with it, especially since he’s tried so many toys with you?
the one toy jisung hasn’t tried yet was a dildo machine. he can immediately feel the heat pooling in his core at the mere sight of you stroking the dildo, teasing him by previewing the speed controller. his legs instinctively closed and tightened firmly to hide the wetness running down his leg. but jisung blinked twice, and unbelievably instantly, he was suddenly on all fours in front of the machine.
“wait—” he asked, but you didn’t hesitate one bit when you slid the dildo into his cunt.
the machine starts pumping slowly into the boy, stretching him fully and filling him up to his limit before slowly pulling back to leave him empty. then it would thrust back inside again, the squelching of his leaky pussy filling the air alongside his moans and cries. jisung held his ass up high as he melted onto the carpet, drooling and relishing in the picked-up pace.
an orgasm started before he could even prepare, jisung whining loudly not even five minutes into the machine action, before the toy slides out — jisung squirts everywhere without warning, his clear and sweet cum making its way on your thigh even if you were on the couch. that’s how messy he always gets, but he’s never came this fast.
“that’s all? i didn’t buy this for you to cum in three minutes,” you smirk, pushing him back down on the toy.
— felix
something about a freckled pussy is just too cute to you. you loved kissing felix’s cunt for the sole reason that it was just so adorable. the shape of it, the color of it, even the starry sky of freckles littered around his pussy. there’s a lot to kiss, a lot to love, a lot to destroy.
given the oversensitivity of felix’s nerves down his crotch area, it’s easy to overstimulate him. even something as light and lovely as the pecks you leave on the beauty marks and freckled skin gets him writhing. “but i love your pretty pussy,” you justify, leaving lipstick marks all over his cunt in the process.
feeling your lips on his pussy lips is heaven to him. felix grabs onto the sheets, too scared to pull on your head, jutting his hips upwards so that you could kiss him better. it’s all over when you kiss his clit though, all of his nerves reigniting at once as lightning strikes through his core. he instantly gets wet, essence spilling on your bottom lip and chin in the process.
“s-sorry, didn’t mean to…” he could almost cry from the pleasure and the rising need. he feels you smile, even if your face is hovering over him now and not touching his skin in the slightest. he still feels it without looking — he’s too shy now, burying his face in the pillow to the side.
but you’re not done.
you take two fingers down his slit, teasing his severely wet entrance, but it’s all a distraction. felix waits for you to put it in, let him cum, get it over with. the rare impatience grows within the usually patient boy until he feels pain shoot up.
you bit his clit. and it feels so good that he squirts under you, wiggling under you like a poor little boy.
— seungmin
what you don’t expect of seungmin is for him to admit that he’s a squirter. he confessed it in a dirty party game once and ever since then, it’s been your life’s mission to see it in action. you knew that he’d always been so incredibly wet every time he came, but he apparently squirts like a fountain personally sculpted by god.
as you slide your fingers through his cunt, his pussy squelches sinfully. it drenches the sheets beneath him, coating everything in a savory essence that can only be described as a natural aphrodisiac. the wet sounds paired with seungmin’s shy whimpers fills you with an aggression you can’t express without a necessary gentleness on his pussy. as poetic as it is literal, even the scent of his cunt is enough to drive you down between his legs, ready to ruin him.
“no, n-no, don’t do that! i’ll squirt—” seungmin chokes on his own words as your fingers hook his sweet spot, clit violated by your tongue and lips. he practically screams as you bite through your lips, jolting everywhere as his body readies itself for a full orgasm. “i-i can’t take it, too much, too much!”
begs and pleas fill the room for you to both stop and keep going, his grip on your head either pushing you away and pulling you in, he doesn’t know either. but before he could even spare a second thought, he jolts his hips up, followed by a powerful stream of wet cum. he soaks you fully, apologizing with his face behind his hands. you open his fists and kiss his cheeks happily, making him smile contently.
— jeongin
there’s nothing more for him to be confident about than of his freshly shaved pussy. he promised to be a good boy for you on this date night, and in the off-chance that you were going to treat him, then he had to be at his best. now here you both were, making out on the couch, jeongin whimpering because the both of you were still fully clothed after an hour of teasing.
“what’s wrong?” you ask. “i wanna show you my pussy…” jeongin shyly asks, every shroud of prior confidence leaving him as the desperation kicks in. you only chuckle in response, the delightful sound making his clit firm in excitement. but you don’t do anything. it’s a part of your teasing, sure, but he’s been waiting so excruciatingly long for you and it shows through his needy whines.
jeongin finally takes it upon himself to tug at your tie; you pull down at the hem of his pants , revealing his panties, only to shove both down in only two swift moves. it catches jeongin by surprise, but it’s nothing compared to the shock on your face to see his clean pussy.
you love him hairy and you love him clean, you don’t really mind either. jeongin’s still the same, the prettily creamy folds presenting themselves to you along with a hidden slit that can only be described as angelically cute. you finger it immediately, all teasing discarded along with both your clothes, and your haste brings him over the edge. “y/n,” he pants, your name being the only thing on the tip of his tongue as he immediately creams all over your hands.
but date night isn’t quite done yet.
wat da fuk
Stuck Together
A Deliveryhipping OOC comic
Afficher davantage
Showing love for the more obscure characters so you don’t have to (that being Mini and Mum, don’t ask me which one is which).
Small gift for @foxalone , i ha a dream about his characters so I drew Nor the cutest skeleton girl I know (⌐■-■)
(i'm not talented for draw backgrounds so... ;>;)
Hope you like it !
i think. showing a locked boy all the other ways he'll feel good now that his cock is gone. playing with his ass for hours just to make him feel good, teasing and stretching that sensitive little hole until it's hungry and gaping. groping his chest throughout the day, every day, until all that attention puts a little consistent extra puffiness to his nipples. no need to cum because he can't. he just gets to feel good
"stop horny posting on main"
NEVER
there was a post somewhere that was like 'mommy holds my legs open so daddy can r-word me' and it is living in my head rent free even tho i can't find it for my life.