My favorite lil thing is just them being very tropical- doesn’t even need to be out of their lil town it can just be with Home making smoothies n vibin 🌴 (they make sure to share with Home so he doesn’t feel left out)
Also some extra doodles that I basically abandoned, but might as well show
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Lalalala!!!
AAAHHH I am going insane! I have been finding it So difficult to think of things to draw so I may not post as much!! I apologise!
The outfit in this was based off of an Animal Crossing outfit Clown had posted for Wally a little while ago! I messed around with it a Little bit, haha!
I am still working on a style I like also! So expect a lot of changes!
Oooh... I have been thinking of drawing Eddie and Frank together at some point though! I also would really like to make a mini.. storybook type panel.. thingy mabobby.. I'm sure someone understands what I mean!!
I might post some sketches of what I do!!
Thank you so so much for the continuing support!! It really does make me Happy seeing tags people put on their reblogs!! AAH! I am so so Happy!! Thank you thank you thank you!!
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⭑ experience
thinking about how hobie is a firm believer of experiencing music.
which is not an unusual or particularly punk concept. he likes concerts because he can feel the base in his chest, on and off the stage. he likes meeting new artists because you start to understand the soul of songs alongside the sounds.
and when you tell him you love a song, he asks if you want to feel it.
and of course you interpret this as getting better speakers, or going to hear it live, or some typical way of feeling music. so when he offers up a night at his place to do so, you don’t expect anything crazy.
but hobie does his research, listening to the song over and over until ever note, every thrum, every vocal rhythm is committed to memory.
why? , you may be asking.
well, it’s much easier to fuck you into the mattress to the tune of it when he can anticipate the exact rhythm his thrusts need to be.
he’ll throw you into missionary, working you up until your dripping and needy. he’ll grab his phone and click a playlist, sliding into you as the first sounds of your song come through his bluetooth speakers.
and he commits. doesn’t matter how much you beg him for a change, he’s sticking to the song until it’s over.
“oh fuck, hobie. please-“ you whine, your hands grasping the pillow behind your head as your hips buck, trying to work him up into moving faster.
“easy there.” he coos, almost mockingly as he places a hand on your lower abdomen to press you firmly down into the bed. “i thought you liked this song.”
the sex is amazing, but it always is with hobie.
the bad part is the aftermath.
because now, when the song plays on the radio or your playlists or anywhere, you get a pavlovian response of heat between your legs and a throb in your core.
and it’s even worse when hobie’s there, because he’ll lean close and whisper
“i still remember the tune if you feel like another round.”
as his hand strokes up your thigh, cupping your crotch in his palm as you keen.
i’m back~ did you miss me?
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