#I drew this completely without reference

[budgetlobotomy]

made the fatal error of reading a fic for the funni Minecraft game oh lordi

[can-of-slorgs]

Completed the Shenkuu Stamp collection some time ago, so it was only fair to draw my girl Mirsha

[murdleandmarot]

@toki-toro I had a grumpy cat in mind. And his friend :)

[mxntio]

thinking abt them again. a totally normal amount

[seasonalberries]

@dailydoseofshoko gave me some grand ideas for cowboy AU Shoko

[bookwyrminspiration]

it does look like sophie!! if you wanted to help her look a little more youthful, you might try adding some roundness to the cheeks and emphasizing the cupid's bow a bit more

ty catherine I love you forever and ever dedicating this piece to you and you only <33

me vs the roundness of sophie's cheeks is an ongoing battle I keep trying but she is staying stubbornly a little angular. actually almost everything about her is fighting me.

I think the reason it's not quite doing it for me is that she doesn't match the other individual in the piece. Who has a certain *essence* to them, a style that Sophie doesn't have. So while she technically looks fine and like Sophie, she doesn't look like she belongs in the same piece as them. and I very much want the two of them to go together. Will continue trying, even though I have class tomorrow and will. get a bunch of homework </3

also!! thank you to everyone else who made comments and suggestions as well :)

[cjgladback]

[ID: A version of the four panel Gru meme from Despicable Me, where a presenter gets increasingly enthusiastic through three slides before realizing something is wrong with the third. A cartoon bee with orange fins on its back and sides stands in place of Gru. The slides are presented on what appears to be a small stack of papers held with a single purse clip.

Slide 1: Countdown to Fishbees!!! About a day of focused work left on the dinos! Slide 2: Almost a third of the way through the cactus and scorpion animation! Slide 3: Excited about a new planned intermediary project!

In the third panel of the meme, the fish-bee's eye highlights are sparkle-shaped. In the fourth and final panel, its highlights are teardrop-shaped. The third slide gains an extra line of text in a smaller font that says, "studying macramé!" End ID]

[givemethedamnflowers]

I hear about Nancy Drew occasionally and i always thought i would have loved it when i was 8 bc i loved the Alice books and they seemed to have the same vibe.

They're the same. Alice is the french translation.

[soulstuffjunkie]

Nothing like watching your sweet sensei take apart Vaati without batting an eye.

I saw that reference image and IMMEDIATELY knew what I had to do with it. I’ve been working on this for an AGE and I know the og image says Super Mario Land but I figured it was a good time to shout out my favourite GBA game of all time, 🦆Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap🦆. I first played it multiple times to completion on the PSP and then later on a GBA emulator on my pc after our PSP died on us. I still love it to bits to this day 💖

Also you can see how I figured I liked the image more when it was flipped and then had to flip Kakashi’s hair and scar to be accurate. Also drew myself a little Kakashi face ✨as a treat✨ before I covered it with the mask

[ID: Naruto fanart of genin Team 7 plus Kakashi crowding around Iruka, who's playing on a Game Boy with an eyebrow raised. The kids look intense and impressed, Kakashi's leaning down to watch with an arm around Sakura, and Iruka's hair is down. The background is taken from Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap. Image two zooms in further on everyone's faces.

Image three is the reference, a photo of four kids standing around their mother on a Gameboy, captioned "A mom helping her kids beat a hard level in Super Mario Land, 1990s." The last three images are progress photos of the art. End ID] (many many thanks to @princess-of-purple-prose for the description, I’ll add these to what I have up and to the rest of my art too, going forward!)

[grimmcheems]

Piltie Jinx💖🎀

I always thought it’d be interesting to see what would’ve happened if Powder had been left behind or caught at the scene when she triggered Jayce’s lab experiments, when I watched the show like a yr ago that was one of the thoughts that always lingered and I like to think she would’ve been more cut out for Piltover society than the undercity bc she was neglected so much there and I think she’d be more charming to Piltie citizens with her docile nature and intelligence.

No hate to the other characters or Vander but the girl clearly had problems and they all wanted to pretend like they didn’t see it so they could feel better about taking her in and looking after her. She was also weaker and more unexperienced than the rest but they all somehow expected her to pull her own weight in high stress situations.[This unintentionally overlapped with the trailer drop bc I was completely unaware they even released them when I was making this like two weeks ago.]

That’s a whole can of worms that I’d rather not open rn bc then it becomes a whole discussion on her trauma along with poverty and a bunch of other things having to do with the people that were around her. She is given the name Jinny bc they got tired of having to refer to her without a specific name, and becuase she begged Jayce to give her one and he blurted out the first thing he saw lmao.

Anyways. In this the kids and Vi basically leave her at the scene out of fear of getting caught and because they aren’t confident that she could have even survived the blast. They all think she’s dead and Powder experiences memory loss, so law enforcement dumps her on Jayce as a punishment and reminder of how dangerous his lab was and how lucky he is that she’s alive, but along the way Viktor sees her potential in becoming a scientific inventor of some sorts based on the items she had with her when she tried escaping along with the intelligence she displays and he adopts her and takes the load off of Jayce after his probation period form the academy. Her and Jayce have a sibling bond.

I need to draw more of this but her young self experiencing this and growing up in their thriving society and blending into their society. I added makeup on her to show how well she’s managed to integrate into Piltover society and because she indulges in the riches there so much that people even forgot she was originally form the undercity, she pretty much looks and acts like she was born there. The pinkish color she puts around her eyes is her remembering Vi and the purple comes into play later when Viktor’s sickness gets worse.

I originally only drew her as an enforcer bc I got inspired by an edited pin on Pinterest but also wanted her to be an academy student so it’s a bit of an awkward mix but I figured she probably picked up becoming an enforcer as a pastime and way to make money(idk if they make money lmao) bc she can’t rely on Viktor and Jayce to provide for her forever, and because Grayson sort of inspired her a bit (though she is subconsciously reminded of Vi when she’s around Grayson). She also has a funny dynamic with Marcus, with him already being a double crossing loser he tries to be this cool older guy around her and miserably fails every time but only because she’s still young and carefree and because he basically kept it under wraps that she was alive the whole time after finding out that she was Vander’s adoptive daughter. So I guess you could say he just has a fatherly instinct towards her but who knows.

Might draw more of this later and have better details but for now this is it oop.

[skygoldart]

Cod Grian Cosplay Build!

The fish man himself, season 10 Grian!

Reference Sketch

Some notes:

I always end up changing somethings from the reference when making the actual outfit, although I stayed pretty close it it this time.

I initially drew him with a handlebar mustache and goatee to mimic the whiskers of a fish, however I switched to a fluffier mustache beard to match the guy from Frozen.

I also opted for my turtleneck shirt over the red sweater+collar to go for more of a fisherman vibe

Since Grian is usually drawn with parrot wings, I wanted to call back to that with red yellow and blue feathers on the bobbers.

The tail and fins

I wanted to lean into the “fish”er man design and gave him fish fins and a tail.

It’s design is based on a cod fish with striped fins based on the feathers of an osprey

To make it, I drew the tail pattern on a large piece of paper, cut it out, cut each section out of the respective fabric times two, sewed the two sides together, and lastly filled it with a ton stuffing.

The tail is heavy, but it’s fun to wack people with it.

The fins for the arms and beanie are made in a similar way, each hand sewn onto the beanie/bracers once stuffed.

The Overalls

I had originally planned for him to be wearing waders, but wanted to make the outfit more wearable for everyday wear without overheating. So I opted for some brown corduroy overalls instead.

To add a “wet” look to each pant leg, I briefly dipped each one into some black fabric dye before rinsing and drying.

The green pixels on his skin look like they could be kelp or patches so I decided to go with the latter and dug through my scrap fabric to find these green pieces.

I embroidered the edge of each piece with a unique stitch and placed them randomly on each leg.

The snails!

Of course we can’t forget about the snails

There are three snails for this project with two more eventually on the way (a plush pink snail, and a plush brown snail).

I made the clay blue snail first with polymer and attached tie tacks to the underside so I can use it like a pin and stick it anywhere on my clothes.

Same goes for the pink worm snail which is also made of clay.

The blue plush snail is based on a pattern from Etsy by willowynn with some slight modifications, mainly to the eyes/feelers, and doubling the size.

Facial hair

This was one of the parts I was the most excited about for this cosplay and the only part I didn’t do myself. I commissioned @basic-amoeba to make a custom ventilated beard, styled and everything. This part turned out so good!

Some final notes for this project

This cosplay took from Feb 20 to March 15th to complete since I was so determined to finish it before Grian changed his skin. Haha look at me now. He still hasn’t changed it.

Not pictured (cause why can I only add 10 photos 😭) is the mending book with a fish hook I made using scrap faux leather, cardboard, and some cut printer paper. I painted in galactic the word mending and sprayed the whole thing in my “enchanting” spray paint (a blue to purple iridescent glitter spray paint)

A small fun backstory to the fishing rod:

My grandpa is an experienced fisherman and has dozens of fishing poles. When I talked about this project with him, he brought me out to his workshop and pulled down the dustiest fishing rod there. He told me he had fished this fishing rod from a lake one day with the line and bait still attached. Can’t get anymore accurate to Minecraft fishing than that lol.

Obligatory cosplay photo:

[nicholaschavezslut]

MAKE YOU MINE - father charlie mayhew

★warnings: nsfw content (dni if you're under 18), smut, degrading, blowjob, cussing, oral, use of "father" during sex, size kink, (m! receiving)

!! English is not my first language, sorry for grammatical mistakes!!

The soft glow of the scented candles danced through the stained glass of the church window, casting gentle, colorful reflections that flickered across the stone walls. You had been sitting on the kneeler of the old, traditional church pews for quite a few minutes, silently whispering your prayers in your head. Suddenly, faint footsteps echo in the distance, growing louder and louder. "It's not often I find someone so young so late here. Is there something on your heart you'd like to share y/n?" the moment you heard that low-pitched, warm voice, you knew it was Father Charlie. A young, handsome priest who had just moved to this lonely town a few months ago. Word had spread quickly- every girl in town seemed to have found a reason to attend mass. Whispers of Father Charlie's striking looks and commanding presence echoed through the pews, as if the very sight of him was enough to draw them in. He was aware of the effect he had on many young women, but it never seemed to faze him. His passion for the sharing of the word of God was evident in every prayer he spoke, every prayer he led. It wasn't just his looks that drew people in ; it was the way he lived his purpose so wholeheartedly, without a hint of ego, that made him truly captivating.

She hesitated in telling him the truth, torn between the respect for him and the uncomfortable feeling of guilt building up inside her heart. She was afraid that he might see through her and know the sinful thoughts she couldn't shake. Cause the truth was, she had been falling in love with the priest. No matter how many times she tried to suppress those thoughts, they would just grow back and stronger. You took a heavy sigh and replied reluctantly: "Hello Father, uhm- I've just had some thoughts and decided to come here, nothing special."

Father Charlie studied her carefully, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He didn't quite believe her- something about her words didn't ring true. His voice was gentle, but insistent. "Come with me." , he said, nodding toward the confession booth. "Let's talk more privately. I think there's something you need to share." Y/n follows him, heart racing and uneasiness building up inside her. When they entered the booth, the air was filled thick with anticipation, the heavy wooden door creaked shut behind them. He looked at her, gaze steady as he motioned for her to sit. She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should speak the truth or continue to hide behind her shame. But Father Charlie, sensing her nervousness, gently encouraged her, his voice low and steady. " Take your time.", he would say, his tone warm yet firm. "This is a safe space."

The priest leaned slightly closer, offering a reassuring warm smile. After a long pause, she finally spoke quietly "I-it's him..." she murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor, utterly ashamed of herself. "The way he carries himself, the way he speaks..I can't stop thinking about him and I feel so guilty..." She couldn't bring herself to say it outright, but the truth was clear- her thoughts were consumed by a man of God.

"Who is the man you're referring to Y/n?" Charlie softly asks with a genuine hint of concern in his tone. Y/n stays silent for a few more seconds until she softy replies: "It's so embarrassing father, I cant speak these impure thoughts...you might think differently of me after this. He nurturingly chuckles and reassures her: "Y/n, I promise you can tell me. We get more confessions like these than you think. it's human nature and it's completely normal. No wrorries."

"It's you, Father" she confessed, barely above a whisper. "I never meant for it to happen, but it's you..and- God I can't stop thinking about you. I feel so guilty.." The room goes silent. She doesn't dare to look up. She braces herself, expecting to be thrown out of the church any moment now. All of a sudden, she feels a big, warm hand holding up her chin. "Look at me, I'm not mad. Now get up and get on your knees." , The handsome man speaks up, feeling the buldge in his pants growing. She could barely comprehend what she had just heard, the words swirling in her mind like a blur. "you heard me, get on your knees." he speaks up again.

She obeys and slowly gets up, her hands shaking of emancipation, nervous about what was going to happen next. Without warning, he pushed her to her knees, forcing her into a position of submission. She looks up at him in admiration, knowing she's deeply in love with this man and everything about him. The best thing about him being his beautiful dark brown eyes. "What are you waiting for? unbuckle my belt you slut." , he aggressively speaks. She does as he says, and slowly moves her hands toward his belt, slowly unbuckling the belt and letting out a heavy sigh, nervous about what was about to come. She was soaking and was hoped he wouldn't notice. Once she pulled his pants and boxers down, his cock jumped out. It was huge, the biggest she's ever seen. The tip was bright red and dripping with precum. She slowly stroked his cock a couple of times and then started licking his slit, making him moan. "Fuck..." Charlie breathed out. Without warning, His hands started pushing her head and gripping her scalp, and even though it hurt, she liked it. More than she shouldve. She took him further in her mouth, the church filling up with disputable and obscene noises. There was no doubt that anybody in the radius of 20m would hear everything. She sucks off what's left that she couldn't fit in her mouth.

"mmm fuck, just like that baby, such a fucking good girl for me" she finally feels him twitch. He puts her hair up into makeshift ponytail to make the process easier for her. He looked so done, but she didn't care, cause in her eyes he was the most handsome man to ever exist, he was majestic. Instantly, he finished in her mouth and pulled away. "You did so good baby, but we don't have time to finish this anymore, the service is about to begin."

It's safe to say, her wildest dream came true.

[ddodol]

embedded — j.sc

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, bf!sungchan, fem!reader, oral (f.), slight edging, cervix is mentioned once, slight cum inflation, creampie, unprotected SEX, sungchan and reader are dressed as beast and belle from beauty and the beast for reference, sungchan is described as huge :3, (fake) facial hair mentions (sungchan is a pseudo-furry in this). word count⭑.ᐟ 1.7k+

a/n; i fuck with this one heavy idk

✩🎧⭑.ᐟ [ butterflies — rini ]

sungchan’s angelic and soft features were what drew you in; the way his eyes would go round and stare into yours, or even the way they’d completely disappear as he smiles at some silly misfortune you just went through.

it was always a mystery to you whenever all of that seem to just disappear the moment he has his hands on your body— like he is right now.

you could tell sungchan was on a high from winning best costume as the beast from a certain beloved fairytale, his kisses sloppier and needier than usual, hands grabbing on whatever piece of fabric or skin he could. he wanted to have you right in front of everyone, to ravage you and let everyone know who he belongs to. sungchan nipped at your bottom lip, prompting you to pull away with a soft whimper.

he smiles, leaning closer to trail ticklish kisses up your neck. "let's take this somewhere else, princess," sungchan whispered, gently biting the shell of your ear before lifting your feet off the ground.

the two of you found yourselves at the nearest unoccupied room, selfishly locking the door as small giggles escape your lips. sungchan sat you down on the table, giving you a once-over with a contented smile. he looked at you as if you were his reward, while the forgotten trophy he just won was left behind the table you two were just at. he wanted to put all his focus on you, on how beautiful you looked tonight, hands now snaking up your yellow ball gown.

sungchan let out a soft sigh at the feeling of your warm skin on the tip of his fingers, eyes shaking as he stared up at you. with a chuckle, you ran your hands over the fake hair that covered his face. he looked dashing despite the disheveled and hideous appearance he currently had.

"want to keep this on?" you whispered softly, breath hitching in your throat when teasingly ran his fingers down your inner thigh. sungchan nods wordlessly, leaning in to bury his face against your chest.

you laughed, playing with the fake horns he had on the side of his head as sungchan continued to place soft, fond kisses all over your bare skin. the fake hair he had on made you feel ticklish, goosebumps popping up all over your body at the foreign sensation.

sungchan glanced up at you, using his hands to hold your thighs open. "can i?" he asked meekly, a huge contrast to how beast-like he currently looked.

"can i what?" you repeated, giggling at his shaky breaths.

"have a taste?" his words sent shivers down your spine, finding yourself nodding without a second thought. sungchan knelt down, trailing kisses up and down your legs in appreciation. the ticklish feeling of his fake beard almost felt wrong, whimpering as he inched closer to your clothed heat.

you shuddered, holding your gown up to take a peek, soft moans escaping your swollen lips when sungchan bit the hem of your lacy pair. he stared up at you as he ripped it off, your heat throbbing at the unexpected action. sungchan licked his lips at the sight, seeing how wet and ready you were for him made him want to return the favor.

"just a quick taste, princess," he whispered softly, breath fanning over your dripping heat. sungchan dove right in, licking up a long strip over your slit. you moaned shakily, thighs trembling from how sensitive you were feeling. his face felt prickly and the fake hair attached on his face made you even more sensitive than usual.

sungchan let out satisfied moans, sending vibrations right as he dipped his tongue inside your warm walls. you cried out, gripping on his hair tightly. his lips curled into a smug smile, pulling out to swirl the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. he relentlessly licked and suckled on the sensitive bud, drawing out more moans out of you, each one louder than the last.

"sungchan," you whimpered, "need your fingers inside me, baby." sungchan was more than happy to oblige, two of his fingers sinking deep inside without complaints. he began to thrust slowly, groaning at the way your walls would flutter around them, desperately wishing it was his cock instead.

he knew you were close; the way your thighs tensed up and your hands tugged on both his fake horn and hair were all telltale signs that he was doing a fantastic job. despite all of that, sungchan pulled away abruptly, watching as your chest heaved up and down.

you were in a daze, your orgasm dissipating as fast as it built up. you let out a frustrated moan, "sungchan, i wanted to cum."

sungchan chuckles breathlessly, cooing at you as he brushed over your disheveled hair. he leaned in to press kisses all over your neck, satisfied with how sensitive your entire body was, melting against his touch.

"i never promised that," he mumbles, "i just said i wanted a taste." you felt frustrated at the unfair situation, pressing your thighs together out of desperation. sungchan notices your soft whimpers, slipping his hand in between your thighs and parting them open. "you'll get something much better, princess, i promise."

you pant softly in anticipation, holding your legs open as he unbuckled his pants. you could feel your head spinning at the thought of his cock nestled deep inside you, "i need you inside, sungchan. hurry," you whined.

he smiled, cupping your cheek as his other hand guided the tip of his cock into your entrance. sungchan winced at how slick your walls felt, letting out small grunts with every inch he pushed inside. you took his length in so well that he greedily kept pushing deeper even after he bottomed out, tip of his cock kissing the entrance of your cervix.

"fuck! too deep!" you sobbed, legs trembling at the new depths he was reaching. you felt full, sungchan's cock stretching you out in ways he never has before tonight.

sungchan shuddered, starting to feel lost in your warmth. he pulled back slowly, only to snap his hips back inside forcefully. you cried out when he began to pick up his pace, desperately clawing on the wooden table in an attempt to keep yourself from sliding off.

"need to see," he panted, hips never stopping the frenzied pace as he dug through your frilly gown. sungchan pulled your gown up, enough for him to see your lower torso and his cock fully coated with your arousal. "so fucking good, you're taking me so well," sungchan whispered, face contorting as his fingers traced over the obvious bulge his cock was making against your stomach.

you trembled, tears starting to prick your eyes from how overwhelmed you were getting. sungchan bit his lip, standing straight and leaning back as he pressed on your lower stomach, a drawn out moan leaving his lips when he could feel the pressure on his cock.

"tell me to stop if it hurts, princess," sungchan mumbled breathily, "you just, fuck— feel too amazing." you whimpered at the praise, walls fluttering around his cock in response. sungchan winced, shuddering as his hips began to stutter.

he leaned forward, moaning against your ear, "i'm so close, princess. i'm about to fill you up with my cum." sungchan bit your neck, hands gripping tightly on your thighs as he held them open, leaving an imprint of his hands on your skin. you cried sensitively, wrapping your legs around his waist and raising your hips a little to meet his thrusts at an angle.

"cumming— i'm cumming, sungchan!" you sobbed, throwing your head back against the table. the intensity of your orgasm made your vision go white for a second, body trembling sensitively. sungchan followed soon after, rolling his hips as he came deep inside you.

"fuck," you whimpered, legs quivering as you ride out both of your highs. sungchan smiles at you, pressing a kiss on your cheek before pulling out.

you reached your hands down to hold his cock, gently pumping his length up and down, making sungchan moaned softly. "want more?" he asks breathlessly, "keep going, princess." you bit your lip, doubling your efforts and rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb.

"cum inside me," you whispered, staring into his eyes. sungchan shuddered, moans starting to get louder as those words left your lips.

he pulled your hands away, trembling as he positioned himself against your entrance once more. sungchan immediately came as soon as he thrusted deep inside, hips jerking sensitively as he kept pushing his cum inside you, creating a wet, squelching sound with every movement.

you could feel his cock throbbing against your sensitive walls, moaning softly. "i'm so full, baby," you whined, prompting sungchan to pull away soon after. you could feel his cum spilling out of you, shuddering at the now empty feeling.

sungchan applied soft pressure over your lower stomach, watching as a thick mixture of his cum and your arousal kept pooling out of you and onto your underskirt, ruining the fabric.

"you're so pretty like this, princess," he whispered breathlessly, mesmerized with the way you'd keep pushing more out, cunt twitching sensitively.

you laid back on the table, panting softly as your body finally relaxed. "you good, baby?" sungchan spoke softly, rubbing his lips against your neck before pressing kisses all over your skin.

"no," you mumble, "i can't move."

he laughs, the sound vibrating against your skin. "i didn't hurt you too much though, did i?" he asked nervously, preemptively massaging your hips. you smiled at him, shaking your head in response.

sungchan hums, nuzzling against your neck, drawn in by the warmth you were radiating. you chuckled, tangling your fingers through his hair.

"wanna take this somewhere more... comfortable?" sungchan's head snapped up, eyes visibly sparkling at your words. you smiled mischievously, peeling some of the fake hair he had on, "and maybe we can kiss without me feeling the ick?"

sungchan giggled, nodding as he lifted you up in his arms once again. "i won't hold back once these things are off," he warned playfully, "and just know this won't end until my cum is overflowing out of you like earlier, understand?"

[shittysawtraps]

Hello, beginner artist.

Before you lies a device with an art app opened, containing a blank canvas, along with every various brush you could ever need.

You need an idea in your mind to project onto the canvas, but.

You cannot find any references that match what you are thinking. You have 3 hours to fully complete your art, without any references to what you are thinking. You are not allowed to get sidetracked with scrolling through media.

You are not allowed to give up and move onto something else. You must draw that first idea specifically, or you will feel regret for not doing so.

If you fail? I don't know. You drew SOMETHING, though. ^_^

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Your Fault

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: Reader is pregnant and suffering from morning sickness, only to be comforted by Daryl. Takes place in Alexandria. (I'm so bad at summaries, please forgive me).

Tropes: Fluff, Pregnancy Fluff, Established Relationship

Warnings: I mean, I don't think there's any. If anything I'll say references to past smut, but not explicit at all. Mentions of vomiting.

Word Count: 1.5K

Note: This is written in a dialect style with Daryl's accent in mind so the misspellings are intentional. There is minimal use of (y/n).  Any references to the reader besides the (y/n) is done using "your" or "you". I tried to proofread the best I could, but nobody's perfect. If you don't like, don't read, but if you do like you're my favorite!

Internal monologue is done in italics.

ENJOY!

Main Masterlist

Prequel Fic "Meet Cute"

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Daryl's hand is soft, tangling into the strands of your hair to pull it back from your face as you unleash the remnants of your dinner into the toilet with a loud groan. The brightly colored tile on the bathroom wall mocks you, each swirl of color illuminated by the fluorescent light above that hurts your sensitive eyes.

Who picks bright pink for bathroom tile?

You think with a groan as your stomach heaves again.

Daryl’s right hand rubs soothing circles into your back  to let you know he's there.

“It’s alrigh. Jus get it all ou.” He mutters.

You had practically run him over when you ran to the bathroom, waving your arms to make him go away, not wanting to see you like this, but Daryl had ignored your half hearted attempts to push him away.

And even though you hadn’t wanted him to see you like this, it was easier. Daryl made everything easy, effortless, and most importantly made you feel loved, more loved than you had felt before all of this.

Your forehead presses against the cool lip of the toilet as you wipe the remnants of dinner off your chin and let out a shaky breath.

"Here." Daryl gently pulls you back from your position to wipe at your chin with a towel.

"Hmm." You lean into his touch with a sigh.

"Ya alrigh?"

"Ughh."

“Come on.” He pulls you against his chest, sitting back so his back is against the bathtub, folding his knees in front of him and dwarfing the already small bathroom.

Daryl looks almost exactly the same as he did when you first met and every time you look at him, you feel the exact same. Butterflies flapping against the walls of your stomach, heart surging up into your throat while pins and needles trace his well placed rough fingertips against your arm. Every touch feels like the first, every kiss sets you on fire, and you wouldn't change a second of it. Sometimes you think just how lucky you are that all this happened, because you can’t imagine your life without him. Admittedly a little selfish, but  then you think of what your life would have been if none of this had happened.

Maybe you would still be in Atlanta finishing up your residency, still live in that apartment downtown, still have the same shifts, eat at the same restaurants- but then where would Daryl be?

Where else would you meet someone who got you so simply, who understood what you were thinking just with a quick glance. Who else would make you feel like you’d swallowed the sun when you found them looking at you?

And who else would you love as utterly and completely as you love him?

"This is your fault." You lean your head against his shoulder, stretching out your legs to knock your thigh against Daryl’s knee.

He was  taller than you, broader and stronger in all the best ways. It was what drew you to him, well that and you thought that it was cute how shy he was, how he'd stumble a bit through his words when you first started talking and how the tips of his ears would flush pink when you smiled at him.

"My fault?" You can hear the smile in his voice. Daryl shifts his arm up over your shoulder to pull you closer into his chest, brushing his hand up and down your arm, letting you settle into him.

"Yes. It's your fault I'm pregnant." Your right hand runs over your stomach that has begun to protrude more in the past few months, a whirlwind to be sure, but a welcome one. The initial 30 days had been 30 days of agony while you tried to think of a way to tell Daryl that he was going to be a father. When you first started dating he had been hesitant to tell you about the raised pink scars on his back and chest- the ones you had seen when patching up a bullet wound that he had taken for you.

And when he finally told you what his father did to him, you couldn't help but fold him into you and hold him close.

The pregnancy wasn't a surprise to you, you'd been living together since you'd arrived at Alexandria and this was a happy accident. But nevertheless when you told Daryl he had left without so much as a word taking your heart with him. You had stayed in bed for what seemed like days, only to have him arrive 4 hours later with a bouquet of wildflowers and prenatal vitamins, where he found them you didn't know, all that mattered was that he was back and he was happy. Happier than you'd ever seen him.

Since then Daryl had been at your side almost constantly, the occasional run had intervened, when Rick himself had to  drag Daryl away, but on each run Daryl always brought something back for you. Whether it be another book you could read together, one of the last candy bars to ever exist, or a knitted blanket to cover your shoulders when you dragged yourself into the bathroom at what seemed all hours of the day- like the exact one you had draped around yourself now. And when he wasn't on runs he was helping you with the small nursery, where a hand carved crib stood as another sign of Daryl’s love, the exact crib that made you burst into tears when he and Rick brought it into the house for the first time.

"Pretty sure we were both there." He rumbles with a smile.

"Logistics don't matter." Your eyes narrow.

"Pretty sure they do. Ya're the doc after all." Daryl's smirk makes a warm tingle travel down your spine, the same smirk that got you into this mess in the first place. "I also remember that ya were wearin my shirt-"

"Typical man blaming the woman for what she's wearing. I thought you were better than that."

His smirk grows. "More like what ya weren't wearin."

"My clothes were wet from the storm, I was trying to change-"

"Inta' my shirt!"

You lean away from him, feigning anger. "Oh you think you're so innocent? You came into the house soaked to the bone and no one should look as good as you do soaking wet." You accuse.

"Maybe you should have shut your eyes then." He shrugs.

"Shut up." Your hands fall against his chest, playfully pushing him away, but he grabs your wrists.

"Make me."

"Don't look at me like that." You groan shifting away from him. "That's what got us into this mess in the first place-" Your eyes search his face for a minute, taking in the familiar blue eyes and scruff that scratches against the smooth skin of your fingertips. "But at least we know it's a girl. No more Daryl Jr."

"We ain't gonna call 'im tha. And how do ya know it's a girl?"

"They say that  if it's a girl you get sick more often.”

He snorts, pulling you back into his chest. "The way ya are going we might be havin' two."

"Shut up. Don't joke about that. One's enough, and this one is taking it's sweet time."

"Maybe jus' likes it in there."

You groan into his solid chest, feeling his muscles tense around you, familiar and welcome.  "Everyone always talks about what a blessing it is to be pregnant, how you glow, blah blah blah. It's all propaganda! I feel like I'm smoldering. I'm fat, my feet hurt, I'm sick all the time-"

"Ya ain' fat y/n."

"Don't lie to me." You sit up to look him in the eye. "You made a promise to not lie to me."

"I ain' lying." He breathes.

You search his gaze, nostrils flaring as if you think you can smell the lie, but all you smell is Daryl. The hypnotic scent of cigarettes (that he refused to smoke around you), sweat,  the heady smell of the woods and the smell of a thunderstorm before it hits, that  clean smell of rain  as it dribbles through the branches above before falling onto your skin.

"Ya're even more beautiful than the firs' day I met ya." Daryl's touch is feather light against your cheek, drawing you closer so he can press his forehead against yours. "Pretty sure ya get more beautiful every day. And if this is a girl-" His free hand drags across your belly, smiling as the baby kicks against his fingers. "She's gonna be beautiful jus' like ya."

You feel the blush drift up into the roots of your hair remembering the day you met. “That was a crazy day-“

“Because ya shot me.”

“It only skimmed your hair, don’t be a baby. And I thought you were a walker.”

“Las' time I checked my hair is on top of my head.”

“You were fine.” Your palms gently fall against the scruff of his cheeks. “I’m really glad I missed.”

“Me too."

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Thank you so much for reading!!

If you liked this fic, be sure to read the prequel “Meet Cute,” that shows the story of how Daryl and the Reader met!

[dunmeshistash]

Hi, so recently there was a dunmeshi signing (?) event with Ryoko Kui in Korea. And I have found some posts from korean fans about their experience and a bunch of illustrations. @Dgae_715 is the acc on twitter i have found most of information from reposts. But basically here are the most relevant facts that I have found (Please note that they may be inaccurate due to me relying on online translator):

A fan asked if post canon Falin will live longer, Ryoko Kui basically answered “maybe so, right?”

The same fan asked if Thistle without desire will able to live happily with the care of others, and as far as I got she said “I hope so”.(Note: I am really not sure if I got this one right at all) The fan themselves said the way Ryoko Kui answered was rather unprepared, so she may not have an answer in mind really on such specific questions.

Another fan asked how Mithrun is in post canon, Ryoko Kui said that he is doing well, working and pursuing hobbies.

Somebody asked Mithruns about strength, he is weaker than a soldier, even though he is got the fighting skills, but he developed them mostly because of his sense of professionalism (?), rather than for fighting.

Past Mithrun didn’t really fight that much, he was mostly an investigator(?), he rarely had to fight in the rear(?) units.

Apparently Falin’s chimera form can get oily, so she repells water a bit

In real life, Marcille would be a med school research student, while Laios would be a “furita” (basically a freelancer with no stable income)

Someone said if Ryoko Kui considered a bad ending for Falin, and Ryoko Kui said she, as an author wanted a happy ending, but in case of Falin, she was worried after the ending (14 volume or later?), but overall she thinks it turned out well. (I think the after the ending refers to her post canon fate, and maybe thats why Ryoko kui did an extra on that specifically later on) 8. Also someone asked if Ryoko Kui would eat the dishes from dunmeshi, and she replied she is a picky eater, and she also said to someone that she drew dishes that she liked and disliked in dunmeshi (I bet she doesnt like fruitcakes).

(Note: There is a 90% chance I got this completely wrong, translator was struggling a LOT here) Someone asked about what Laios is good at, she replied “when he is a party member”. 9. She also likes Lord of the Rings and Wizardly 6(?), and she likes Skip and Loather

When asked about what word definies Laios, she said he is actually a normal/usual person(?). I have lost the post with this specific answer, so I am going by my memory;-;

Some fan showed her that picture with Tennant Chilchuck, she didnt recognise the actor unfortunately. Also apparently this meme originated from Korean dunmeshi fandom???

There were other questions and answers too, but they mostly about Ryoko Kui. And I also may have forgotten to add some;-; Also some fan suggested to Ryoko Kui that Falin in the real life should be a dentist by the way she makes them drool(????I think they meant it in non-sexual manner, like an excited dog), they kind of laughed about it. Also Ryoko Kui drew Falin the most(?) for signing postcards, other characters, and only 5-6 Senshis, 2 Winged Lions

Anonymous asked: The same anon with Korean sign event ask. I knew I forgot something, but basicaly some fan showed Ryoko Kui the day dream picture that most of fandom presumes to be a Chilchuck’s wife and asked if its true, she answered “Its up to your imagination”. So basically neither no or yes

Thank you! I LOVE SKIP AND LOAFER WEEEE

Hopefully we get some more corroborating translations for the bits you're not sure!