#self insert stuff?

[dixxiemaegraphics]

It says something that the only scenarios I could even imagine drawing myself in with Hoffman are ones in which I’m annoying him endlessly.

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[fernzwing]

i love playing pressure guys (i dont its a whole pain in the ass I KEEP DYING)

i love. p.ai.nter

and magma. i lvoe magama

[betrayusofficalwife]

You and your f/o

[sourlemonadez]

OOOH YEAH SONA X DCA BABYYY

Slight suggestive warning for the drawing undercut

[squidflavoredsoup]

I JUST REMEMBERED I HAVENT POSTED THIS PINKIE PIE DOODLE YET

she’s so me

ALSOOOO MY PONYSONA

bc someone mentioned somethn abt a ponysona n now i gotta show off mine

[varganardi]

Based on a true story

They literally only have eyes for you hellooo??

Your f/o loves you btw, they told me. <3

💕🦋💕🦋💕🦋

[Pro-ships DNI - To the person that "borrowed this meme - I saw that. Make your own memes sweetie x]

[legglesspotato]

Random scenario I thought of-

Imagine an MC getting babysat by Barbatos (not a child, I feel like MC needs to be babysat sometimes… just like the brothers…) and it’s the middle of winter. MC and Barbatos are outside, with MC playing in the snow. Barbatos is giving a small smile to MC when they try to get him to play in it with him.

“MC, what do you mean by wanting me to…. ‘play in the snow’?”

*MC laying down absolutely covered in snow*

“Just roll in it like me!”

“Roll in it?…. Hehe…. Very well, I suppose it’s beneficial to ‘let loose’ once in a while.”

*Barbatos proceeds to flop face first into the snow.*

[dreamyblanket]

I'm on a art roll! //^^// 🌸

[r3db3ans]

Is this a field of echo flowers?

Yes

To be honest with you, I really like this atmosphere, so much so that I want to turn it into a series of illustrations bwahaha-

Maybe i should do this?

[simicule]

your f/o adores you just as much when you're upset. they love you even when your emotions are ugly, and confusing, and mismatched. they don't expect anything from you but yourself

[mister-ancunin]

Imagine holding your f/o after a long, long day.

Imagine how they curl up in your embrace, your arms tightening around their frame as you pull them closer. The way they begin to ease, feeling your gentle kisses pressed into their skin. Do they give a little smile when hearing your murmuring words of comfort?

Imagine slowly rocking them side to side, doing whatever you can to feel them relax. They appreciate how safe and secure you make them, how determined you are to help in any which way.

They know they don’t have to hide anything from you, least of all, their struggles.

[grilde1chesse]

ppl complaining about proshippers in self shipping communities is so funny 2 me </3 like u come into MY house & ask why I? live here?? cmon man

[parasolladyansy]

Hero of Bombs - Isekai-ed Artist

WELP. Now I really am trapped in this AU XD I’m currently in Hebra on my way to the Wind Temple - that’s why they found me-Ansy (not DxP Ansy!) in the snow. 🌨️

Notes:

Not canon (or a much sillier AU of an AU)

Draws in a little pocket sketchbook 📖

Has other magic rods, but likes Sapphire best - freeze / flee & AOE ice cloud ❄️

Was most useful in Lanayru & the Water Temple (Opal Rod💧) - otherwise just forages for ingredients, cooks / crafts potions, & helps navigate 🗺️🌿

Hangs out with Ingo the most (Link wanders off a lot lol)

Since I wouldn’t last very long in a world without my medicine, I’m sure there was some kind of solution for that, like “Ansy found [Infinite Medicine] in her inventory!” or “Ansy’s health problems were all magically cured!” (if only 🥲) If all else fails, there’s always Fairies…? ouo;;

[sun-kissy]

hi baby!! for your christmas sleepover can i request the 🧸 with poly!marauders and prompt try to eat please!! thank you so much love bug!!

thank you for the request, my lilypad! hope you like your teddy bear, love you loads 🧸💛

muffin | poly!marauders

— “Try to eat.”

poly!marauders x reader

summary: you feel sick because you haven’t eaten in a bit. your boyfriends take perfect care of you.

tw: nausea, implied ed recovery, just a whole lot of hurt/comfort, our boys are angels fr <3

“Sweetheart,” Sirius coos worriedly as soon as he’s within sight, clearly tipsy as he stumbles towards you and Remus. James follows close behind, one hand on his boyfriend’s back and a pinch between his eyebrows.

You’re crouched on the cold floor of the bathroom, Remus right beside you with his hand on the small of your back. Everything looked like nothing but blurry dots, fading in and out of your vision. You can faintly make out the silhouette of one of your boyfriends flushing your sick down the toilet.

Mary and Lily were throwing a Christmas party at their new place. You and your boyfriends had been here for a couple of hours, Sirius going straight to the food table while James was immediately dragged away by a couple of old pals from the team back in school.

You could see Marlene beckoning to you across the room from the corner of your eye, but opted to stay next to Remus instead. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with your friends, you really did miss them. You just felt really, really sick. It had started as a quiet upheaval in your stomach on the way here, but then started to feel like a full-on tornado. It was as though someone was slamming a hammer against your temple, the metallic taste of bile quickly rising up your throat.

You knew you probably looked worse than you felt. Your hair clinged to the sweat on your forehead, breaths coming out in small, painful huffs. Even your makeup felt smudged, mascara mixing with the perspiration and further adding to the irritation on your skin. It was obvious that Remus had noticed. He asked you if you were okay a couple of times, and you waved him off. His instincts told him to stay right next to you. He was glad he did, because less than a half hour later, you had your hands pressed tightly over your mouth as you gagged, wide-eyed and panicked.

Now you were sat pathetically on the marble tiles of the bathroom, tear-streaked cheeks and burning throat. Sensing your need for space, Remus had resorted to rubbing his thumb over the curve of your ankle while you leaned against the wall opposite. He had quickly texted James about the situation, who gathered up Sirius, in all his inebriated glory, before rushing into the bathroom.

You feel a hand wrapping around the nape of your neck, some things cold and metallic, though not unpleasant, digging into your skin. Sirius’ rings. The same sensation hits you someplace on your hips as you’re steered into another person’s arms. Your back falls snug onto a hard wall of a chest, gentle arms wrapping around your waist.

“Baby? Can you hear me?” James’ voice is soft near the shell of your ear, hands loving where they rub the fat of your stomach. You blink a couple times, vision still hazy but clear enough to pick up on your surroundings. The buzzing in your ears seemed to quieten at your boyfriend’s murmured words.

Your voice comes out as a quiet croak. “Yeah.”

Remus’ hand stills on your ankle, knowing you’d feel overstimulated by the sensation of two people touching your skin in different places. It’s no matter, though, because Sirius is quick to take your hands in his and squeeze them. He looks dangerously close to tears from where he’s kneeling in front of you.

“Are you okay? Do you feel better?”

You clear your throat, trying to muster a weak smile for his sake. “I –”

“What happened? Why did you feel sick? Did you –”

“Siri,” Remus is quick to take initiative, wrapping his arm around Sirius’ shoulder and gently pulling his boyfriend against him. “Relax. She’s okay,” he murmurs, unclear whether he’s trying to reassure Sirius or himself.

The long-haired boy frowns, but doesn’t say much else. Satisfied, Remus turns his attention back to you, eyebrows bunching up concernedly. “Do you feel better, lovely?”

You nod, and it’s a little more convincing than the smile you just tried to flash them. You feel yourself sinking more and more into James’ embrace, the feeling of his thumbs on your stomach distracting you from the searing pain in your gut.

James and Remus share a look. “Dove,” Remus starts softly. You meet his gaze curiously. He reaches out to wipe the tears off of your cheeks, palm settling on the dip of your chin. “You haven’t been eating enough.”

You sigh exasperatedly, opening your mouth to brush it off like you always do. But you’re cut off by James, tone slightly harsh though his touch remains gentle. “He’s right, angel. You’ve been skipping meals these past few weeks.”

“Yeah, and… and when you do eat,” Sirius pipes up, eyes narrowing like it’s taking him tons of effort to form a coherent sentence. It probably was, given the alcohol in his system. “You barely touch your food. You nibble on it, like… like um, a mouse.”

“Guys,” you speak up, feeling their eyes trained on you. Your breathing starts to pick up speed, and you try to ignore the anxiety slushing around in the pit of your stomach. “I’m fine, okay? I eat enough, and I didn’t puke because of that —“

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” James murmurs from behind you. You expect a telling off, maybe even a fight — but there’s nothing but sadness and worry in his voice.

You swallow, feeling your eyes start to sting again. “I’m not doing it on purpose, I swear. I’m trying,” your voice turns shaky as you lock eyes with Remus. He softens, moving forward slightly to take one of your hands in both of his. “We know you are, sweet girl. It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah,” James adds quietly, dotting a kiss into your hair. “You were doing so well. You still are. Just let us help you, okay?”

You nod, and almost don’t notice Sirius clumsily pulling himself up and staggering out the bathroom. Remus frowns, turning around and calling out to him, only to receive silence in response. He sighs and turns back to you, continuing to thumb at your palm comfortingly.

The three of you sit in comfortable silence for a bit, the only sound being that of soft kisses as James presses his lips to different parts of your cheek. His hands move sideways from your stomach, coming to rest against the curve of your hips. He feels the empty space between your skin and jeans — jeans which fit you snugly just a month ago. He says nothing, but you feel the disappointment radiating off him and seeping into your skin.

That’s when Sirius bursts in through the door, causing all three of you to glance up startledly. He marches towards you with a hint of determination in his eyes, sitting back down in front of you. He takes one look at you, and everything hard about his expression melts into softness.

“Here,” he mumbles, holding a muffin out to you like a child would. “Try to eat.”

You don’t miss the hint of adoration in Remus’ gaze as he smiles at his boyfriend, then at you encouragingly. “Go on,” James says softly, hands resuming their movement on your stomach.

Letting out a shaky exhale, you reach forward and take the muffin with a quiet murmur of thanks. You swallow and stare at the muffin. It glares back with hostility.

Sirius starts to babble, like he always does when he doesn’t know what else to do. Only this time, he knew exactly what he was doing. He tells you about this weird girl at work who tried to flirt with him.

Between the animated storytelling, Remus’ soft smiles and James’ touches, you find yourself quietly biting into the muffin. You still didn’t feel like you deserved to eat. But you did feel safe. And you wanted to try, for them.

You even let out a laugh when Sirius mentioned the girl’s disgust at finding out about you guys, making him grin. It takes a while, but you finish the muffin. Your boyfriends tell you just how proud they are. You believe them.

san’s christmas sleepover

[sourlemonadez]

My first tumblr post aa throws this unshaded mess at you and runs