#this was my first ask and it made me happy really happy <3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[marauder-misprint]

Eek I’m the one that asked about requests, so excited you’re taking them!

My idea was fem!reader x whichever marauder you want (not Pete sorry not sorry) where the reader is flirty but not in a hitting on everyone and pickup lines type of way. It’s in a she’s very friendly, likes to give out compliments just cause she wanted to, and is just warm and open to people type of way.

Ngl im a sucker for some angst with a happy ending so if that somehow works with whatever idea you come up with that would be cool but no pressure!

I hope this sounds like something you’d wnjiy writing but again no pressure at all<3

I hope this has that kind of vibe you were going for! Thank you for being my first request - I'm very excited and very nervous for this. ♡

Sunshine Incarnate

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

1.8k words

cw: fluff, angst

“God, she’s such a fucking tease,” Sirius sighs, leaning back in a plush armchair in the library.

“Who is?” Remus asks, not looking up from his book.

“Her,” he answers, gesturing toward you. “Little Miss Sunshine herself.”

Remus’ gaze shoots up, first looking at Sirius and then at you. You were talking with some Ravenclaw boy, absorbed in the conversation and oblivious to the rest of the library.

“A tease?” Remus asks.

Sirius hums. “Whenever you talk to her, she gives you these eyes. Then she’ll give you some flirty comment and walk away. Fucking. Tease.”

“Don’t talk about her that way,” Remus growls, still not looking away from you.

“Remus, you’ve experienced what he’s talking about though, right?” Peter asks. “She sits next to you in Herbology.”

Remus has experienced the eyes that Sirius is describing. When you talked to someone, they had your entire attention. You were fully engaged. He’d also been on the receiving end of your compliments before as well; he replayed them in his head when he was feeling low. But Remus would be an idiot to ignore that you did this with everyone. 

“Oh my god, I love your hair like that!”

“That’s brilliant! You’re a genius.” 

“I haven’t read that book before. Is it any good?” “Yeah, It’s my favorite.” “Yeah? Tell me about it.”

It’s who you are. As Sirius had called you, you are Little Miss Sunshine. You brightened every room you entered and made everyone feel important. Remus didn’t think there was a single person in all of Hogwarts who didn’t like you. How could they? 

“Remus?” Peter repeats, tossing a crumpled piece of parchment at him.

“Huh? What?”

“Wormy asked you about Sunshine’s eyes and you zoned,” James says. He’s busy working on an essay that the rest of the group had already finished. 

“Of course. Yes. Although I think it’s called active listening,” Remus says, sounding more irritated than he intended. “Something you could work on,” he adds on in a grumble. 

“My ears work just fine, thank you very much,” Sirius says. 

Then his face lights up and he waves at you. You had briefly turned away from the Ravenclaw boy and Sirius’ wave caught your eye. You wave back, excuse yourself and make your way to the Gryffindors. 

“Hi!” you say cheerfully. “Remus, that sweater looks really soft.”

His face flushed at your words. He could barely mutter out a thanks. 

“What’re you working on?” you ask, standing next to Remus. You’re looking at the pages of the book he’s reading, hoping to see a title at the top of the pages but there’s nothing to go off of, not even a diagram to say if it was a Herbology or Charms book. 

“That damned Potions essay,” James answers. 

“Good thing you’re not too shabby in that class then,” you say with a smile. “Can’t be too difficult.”

James looks up from his essay to return your smile. “It’s not. Just annoying to do.”

“Annoying to do is my Divination dream journal!” you reply with a giggle. “Like I need a teacher knowing what happens in my subconscious.”

“I’d like to know what happens in your subconscious,” Sirius says, now leaning forward. 

You give him an eye roll. “Become a Divination tutor and maybe. Remus, did you do that Herbology worksheet yet?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did. Yesterday.” 

“Shoot, I was hoping we could work on it together. You’re so much better at Herbology than I am.”

“Oh, it’s not too difficult,” he says, briefly looking up from his book to give you a smile.

You’re already looking at him with those eyes and a smile. Butterflies take flight in his stomach. He has to look away quickly, despite not wanting to. 

“Okay,” you say, bouncing on your toes. “I’ll see you later.”

As you walk away, Peter hits Remus with a roll of parchment.

“Are you daft?” he whispers, unsure if you’re out of earshot yet. “She was flirting with you.”

He shakes his head. “No, she wasn’t.”

“She wanted to work on Herbology homework with you.”

“Because we share the class? And I’m smart?”

“You’re daft,” James confirms.

The rest of the afternoon and into the evening, Remus is replaying the conversation. Had you been flirting with him? Actually flirting or being your kind self? Even if you were flirting with him, you’d certainly stop as soon as you found out that he was a werewolf. Sunshine incarnate could not be with someone who turns with the moon. He was Moony for goodness sake. But she had complimented both his sweater and Herbology skills in one conversation with only James also receiving a compliment. How had he earned two compliments over Sirius? With all of your kindness and Sirius’ natural charisma, you two usually bantered like an entertaining yet sickening tennis match. 

“You know, the things I would do to her if she said the word,” Sirius says, bringing Remus out of his thoughts. 

“Still on about Sunshine, are you?” James asks.

“Still on about Evans?” Sirius retorts.

“Would it kill you to shut up and stay away from her?” Remus snaps.

Sirius and James shoot him a confused look. He had been mostly quiet since leaving the library, but it was Remus. He just did that sometimes. 

“Stay away from her?” Sirius repeats. “From Madam Sunshine herself? Why would I do that?”

“She’s the sweetest,” James adds with a smirk. 

“Yeah, I know,” Remus grumbles. “She doesn’t need you assholes to bring her down.”

“I’m not bringing her down,” James says defensively.

“Just leave her out of your… fantasies.”

“Why?” Sirius presses.

“Just, it’s… it’s you,” Remus says, gesturing wildly. 

“Yeah, and?” Sirius asks, leaning forward toward Remus with narrowing eyes. 

“You’re messy.” Remus pauses. “We’re messy.”

“So we’re all staying away from her?” Peter asks. 

“I, uh, I guess so.” 

Remus couldn’t tell his three closest friends to stay away from her because they were messy and not include himself, possibly the messiest of the group. But, god, he wanted to be close to you. He wanted to hold you and be held by you. He wanted to kiss your perfect smile that was ever present on your perfect lips. He wanted to be the reason your gorgeous eyes lit up. He wanted you to look for him in the room. He wanted you to be his sunshine. 

Sirius shares a knowing look with James and Peter that Remus misses. Though he had tried to be subtle, his friends know when Remus is down bad, and he is for you. 

---

In Remus’ presence, you’re no longer a topic of discussion. The boys successfully steer all conversations away from you. Remus doesn’t think anything of it, assuming they actually listened to him and are staying away from you and all your perfectness. 

That is, until you walk over and sit next to Remus at lunch. You set your books down gently and give the boys a smile.

“That’s our cue to leave. See you in Dark Arts, Moony,” Sirius says with a grin. James and Peter follow him away from the table, leaving you alone with him. 

“That was… weird,” Remus mumbles, watching them leave before turning his attention back to you. 

He tries to hide the confusion on his face, but you see it anyway.

“Did you not… did you not ask me to practice nonverbal spells with you?”

Remus stares at you blankly. “No?”

You pull out a piece of parchment and hand it to him.

“I got this at breakfast.”

It was a note, in Sirius’ handwriting no less, asking you to meet at lunch to practice spells. When he looks up from the note, you are biting your lip with a hopeful look on your face. 

“Even if it’s not from you, would you mind practicing? I’m rubbish at them and, well, you’re great at everything.” 

Remus feels his face heat at the compliment. 

“You’re not rubbish at them.”

“No, I really am! I try them all the time and they never work! I’ve tried to levitate notes to you in Transfiguration and the stupid notes never lift more than a centimeter off the desk!” you ramble.

“Notes… to me?” 

It’s your turn to blush. You had never successfully passed a note to him. The notes that never made it to him often had compliments on them; the most recent had been to ask him to Hogsmeade. But when you continuous failed to get them to him, you had taken that as a sign from the universe that it wasn’t meant to be, but you weren’t one to give up easily. Maybe you were misreading the signs and you needed to go to him for help. So when you received the note from fake Remus, you were over the moon. 

“Oh, yeah. Just little comments about lessons. Nothing too important,” you lie. 

“You were trying to give me notes…” Remus mutters, still in disbelief that you were writing notes to him in the first place, even if they were ‘little comments.’

“Yes?”

You’re not sure what gives you the boldness, but you dig through your bag again and pull out some of the notes. You’re not sure why you kept them, but you did. 

“Okay, little comments, yes. About the lessons, not really.”

You hold out one for him to take.

You mastered teacup to gerbil quickly. You’re amazing!

“That, uh, that should be the first one.”

His hands are shaking as he reads it over and over. 

“You kept them?”

You nod, a little unsure. He reaches out and takes the rest from your hands. You feel your blush grow as he reads each other. It’s only a slight comfort that his blush is also increasing with each note. 

He looks up at you with a curious expression that’s topped with hopeful eyes.

“You were going to ask me to Hogsmeade?”

You open your mouth to speak but words don’t come out. You nod.

“If the offer still stands, I’d, uh, I’d love you. I’d love to. Ahem. I’d love to go to Hogsmeade with you.”

You’re certain your face is as red as his. 

“This weekend then?”

“Yeah,” he breathes. 

You lean in and kiss his cheek, your own boldness surprising you yet again.

“We can, erm, work on nonverbals later. I’ll see you later, Remus.” 

He watches you leave the Great Hall in a hurry. His hand slowly comes up to touch the spot where you had kissed him. Maybe, just maybe, you had been flirting with him. 

---

“How did that go, Moony?”

“You are bastards. All of you.”

“How did it go?”

“She kissed me,” he says, still blushing furiously.

“I told you!” Sirius cheers. “I told you he was projecting.”

“Projecting?”

“Mate, you called us messy. I mean, yeah, we are, but it’s your tell.”

[plumpybread]

Asking because of the previous ask, are you not a fan of Ethan anymore? If so, why?

It's complicated, I suppose (rant where i talk abt ethan but then also my OCs in general)

I really do not like the first version of Ethan I made like 3 years ago. Obviously I like indulging in devilish ideas but I don't know, it ended up turning into something I didn't really end up liking too much.

Then I revisited and sort of rewrote his story a bit a while back when making the OC archive site (I'm aware the site is not available anymore for the people who asked, I took it down myself) and was much happier with it for a while.

Don't get me wrong, I like Ethan, I know he's the OC people seem to like the most, but it's still like a personal mental battle of like maybe it's too effed up? Even when I draw characters going through unwilling/accidental extreme weight gain, I make them either ambivalent or accepting of their situation, but for Ethan it's kind of like torture, and I can't bring myself to get like..aroused and excited to draw more of that *personally*.

Changing up his lore wouldn't really work either since his story is based on helplessness and stuff, and it'd be disingenuous to make him be happy with his situation, so I've just sort of subconsciously decided to leave him as is and treat his content as its self contained story more than nsfw art to goon to, if that makes sense. I don't know, maybe I'm just thinking about it too much, but just wanted to say what goes through my head.

I also don't really revisit Ethan for the same reason I don't tend to draw much of all the past OCs I've made, as I see each of them as a way to explore different facets of how weight gain can manifest and adapt into a character's life to create a story around it, and I feel like I've covered most of the ground around them already.

All of my OCs come from a sudden short prompt that pops up in my head, usually out of nowhere. I suddenly wanted to make a big-hearted southern farm guy who was super massive and I immediately ran to draw Rudy, for example.

I draw them a little reference, with my typical bullet points next to them with basic info to get an idea of what their dynamic is like, and a more lengthily written backstory or description if I'm feeling fancy under it, and then for the next week or two it's all art of them and answering questions about them... and then another idea pops up, and a new OC comes in.

It's not that I get tired of them, but I just simply do not know what to draw with them. Ethan is the biggest outlier in this case, since he is my fattest OC and half immobile, you just don't really know how else to bring something new that's not him laying on his bed at a slightly different angle.

I guess that's why I always do OC asks, I sort of need them to be able to know what to draw with them, since I struggle coming with things like that by myself, and you know I always like avoiding drawing a character in a void with no context.

The Genshin Obesity AU is my longest running like "project"?? thing just because there is an endless amount of content I can pull from since there's all these characters, places and possibilities I can write from. My OCs are obviously much more self-contained and moreso serve as individual experiments to explore different people and scenarios, so after the 10th drawing of them... I genuinely do not know what else I can add to them.

I hope that was a bit insightful. I know most of you guys love Ethan, and I love him too! But I don't know, I guess this is why I don't tend to have immobile/near immobile OCs, since the potential art ideas for them drop to just them sitting on a mattress or sitting on the floor and I'm just left confused on what to do with them.

Maybe Ethan in his college days is something you guys might be interested in? Or I don't know, I'm just writing this post as my thoughts enter my head.

Sorry for the rant, I sure do love typing, hope this clears up some questions people might've had

[factual-fantasy]

28 asks, thank you!

@dogtor-of-the-hole

Oh I absolutely hate it through and through. You cannot convince me that the movie is being made by people who love/appreciate/understand Minecraft in any capacity. Jack Black being cast as Steve is the worst part by far. I will absolutely not not be watching it.

(Link in ask)

That music was really nice actually.. I clicked on their most recent video and listened to it while trying to take down art theft and making this post. It was spooky yet very calming.

I've always wanted to make short pixelated game that just tells a cool story with some kind of haunting twist. But I'm really bad with tech so never dared to try and code something like that.

I originally shelved my FNAF AU because my health was/is still in shambles and I couldn't handle trying to keep up with such q big project. But now I'm not wanting to go back to it due to the constant art theft I've getting recently.

Thank you for the concern.. I'm doing my best to have thick skin about it and just focus on reporting it all.

They still exist for sure. But my persistent illness along with the mountains of art theft is keeping all my FNAF stuff on the shelf.

@aishutoon

Happy Thanksgiving! :DD

I like the first one a lot and can watch it any day. Second one is about the same. But any movie after that I either don't like or it makes me too sad to watch.

Also, I cant remember making any artwork about it, no..

@howeaboutsomeketchul

Hello!

The only way all this can get worse if if they turn the thefts into a meme. Absolutely disgusting. I will not be returning to this fandom.

@rockyztownesys

Thank you,, I'm on a quest to try and get all the stolen art I can find taken down. In the meantime I've been trying to draw for myself but the truth is I'm really unmotivated atm. Hoping I feel better soon.

Thank you! :) I'm hoping I recover from all this too..

@paper-starz

Thank you,, I'm doing my best to draw for myself. But the truth is I'm just very unmotivated to draw without the nice feedback from my followers.😔I'm sure I'll find a way around it though. Maybe a longer break is what I need..

@misscherrypie

I'm sad they're out of season now 😔

(Link in post)

oooo I like the designs! :D

@mimiocto

Hello! :)

@neo-metalscottic (Digital circus post in question)

Thank you! I'm glad you like him. And funny you should mention the Lego batman movie Joker, I think his coattails subconsciously inspired me!

As for Roblox, I've been playing Creatures of Sonaria. Its a neat Gacha game where you get to run around as all these whacky creatures. So far my top 3 favorites are the Momola, Shararook and Jhiggo Jangl. Though I don't really play as Shararook because it moves so slowly and cant jump, climb or swim :(

And lastly, I really like that portrayal of Mario and Luigi! I imagine since Mario seems to be tough and a real go getter, he doesn't typically think situations all the way through and plan things out. He just jumps right in and sees what happens!.. Which don't usually turn out well <XD Giving him the appearance of the "dumber" brother as a result-

Meanwhile Luigi is more anxious and on the cautious side and is always thinking everything through before he does it. This makes me think he'd come out as the "smarter" brother who does a lot more thinking than doing. When in reality they're both pretty smart!

@glitchhayden418

Positive potato save me.. save me positive potato..

Yeah, I left a comment explaining that I wasn't ok with people using my designs. They apologized saying that they didn't know and immediately made their own design and hasn't used mine since. Nice fellow honestly, though I wish they had just checked first.

I'll have to look into that, thank you!

Thank you.. I've been trying to take a break and draw for myself. But I find myself unmotivated to draw while also missing drawing. Is that what burnout looks like.? I don't know..

For now I'm kind of lurking. I'm going to go try and get a lot of my stuff taken down. Hopefully it works and that gives me the confidence to come back and post some more. I love the interactions I get and wanna keep sharing my drawings. I just gotta take some time to try and feel better I suppose..

@lizardlover-skylarglamrock

Thank you,, I'm trying not to let it demotivate me. But its sure been happening a lot more than usual..

@wolfie-777

That's a neat idea! :000

@anonymous-red-shades

The CookieRun: Kingdom spooky muffin..

(link in ask)

Not particularly interested if I'm being honest.. the only character I like so far is Golden Osmanthus Cookie. Don't get me wrong I like the designs and themes of this update, but the cookies personalities are kind'a annoying to me so far 😔

Hmm.. what's something about him I haven't shared...

I don't think I've shared this- in my welcome home AU there are silly and colorful versions of normal foods. Like silly blue spaghetti or purple pizza! Stuff you might find in a show like that.

Now the thing is, Eddie wont touch any of these foods. He'll only eat foods that look normal to our standards. And he doesn't really know why he's picky about this.. he just is..

(Its because he was a human before becoming a puppet)

@captain-skyley

Aww, What a cutie! :D

[missredherring]

Introducing the Girlfriend

Mrs. (Claudia) Flores x Fat F!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 902

Contents: holiday fluff. use of mistletoe.

Summary: Mrs. Flores needs 'encouragement' to feel 'festive'.

A/N: Here's my submission for @beefrobeefcal's What Could Go Wrong, December prompt challenge! I was thrown for a loop when I got Mrs. Flores, but after watching the skits a bunch this morning I came up with an idea I really liked and just banged it out.

Challenge requirements are bolded.

The character of Mrs. Flores is fluent in Spanish and I'm not, so I used Google translate.

Thank you to @galaxyedging for beta reading and support. You're the best. <3

Divider by @saradika-graphics.

"It is the season of the heart, A special time of caring, The ways of love made clear."

The Ghost of Christmas Present sings on the TV, but all you can hear is Claudia in the kitchen.

Pans and serving dishes alike are rapped with her spoon as she plates dish after dish; nothing is safe from her ire. You can't hear what she's saying, but you can certainly understand the tone. She's annoyed. Well, maybe that's the emotion at the forefront right now, but you know it goes deeper than that.

Luis is visiting with his new girlfriend today. While meeting them is nothing new to Claudia, this is the first time Luis has announced it ahead of time and it's a signal that he thinks this one is different.

You get up from the couch and go to the kitchen entryway. Just as you expected, the table is set for lunch and the rest of the kitchen is on it's way to being spotless under Claudia's keen eye.

"You need to relax a little. Come sit down with me," you say, standing your ground when her brown eyes meet yours over her glasses. Her lips soften just a touch as she gives the room one last glance over. "You can't be upset when you watch the Muppets."

"Who said anything about being upset? ¿Los Muppets? No tengo doce," she grumbles, but her shoulders lower and her slippers scuff along the floor as she walks over to you. You smile and reach an arm out for her, fitting your hand into the curve of her waist as she passes by. The material of her outfit is soft and flowy like she prefers and it feels nice. Claudia Flores is always well put-together, but the extra effort she put into her hair and makeup mark today's gathering as a special occasion.

Claudia makes a noise in the back of her throat when you don't let her go. You keep her there in the doorway with you and use your other hand to nudge under her chin. "Look up."

She tsks but the sound turns into one of pleasant surprise when she sees the mistletoe hanging from the lintel.

"And when did you put that up?" she asks and uses her height advantage to crowd into your space, pressing further into your soft body. Claudia maneuvers her knee between your legs and pins you to the doorjamb. It's just the right amount of pressure to spark interest in your core.

"This morning when I finished decorating the living room for you," you say, happy she likes your surprise. "I thought it might help you feel more festive."

You'd like nothing more than to kiss her properly, but she wouldn't thank you for messing up her carefully applied lipstick, so you kiss along her whiskered jaw instead.

"I don't think 'festive' is the right word, amor." She says, lifting her chin up to give you better access. When you suck a kiss on her neck her hands grasp at your shoulders to hold on and bring you closer at the same time. You release her neck with a gasp when she moves her knee against you.

The house is decorated for the holiday season, the movie's music is doing it's job to drum up cheer, the smells of a delicious meal are wafting through from the kitchen and Claudia is finally relaxing in your arms. Her body feels good, her skin soft as you nuzzle into it, and you're proud of the little noises she's making when you slip a hand under her blouse to cup a breast.

It's just you and her and home and there's nothing else in the world you want in that moment.

"Mama, we're home!" Luis announces as he opens the back door, but he freezes when he sees you and his mother in a passionate embrace. His girlfriend is right on his heels and knocks into him with an 'oof.'

"¡Ay, Luisito!" Claudia cries out, not missing a beat as she throws her arms in the air and goes to him. The movement lets you retrieve your hand from inside of her bra and adopt an innocent pose.

Apparently she doesn't have the same consideration for her lipstick that you do, and she leaves kiss marks all over her son's cheeks as she greets him. Luis is just as affectionate with his own greeting and their obvious love for each other just adds another cozy layer to the atmosphere.

Luis' girlfriend bursts out from behind him, a loaf pan held in front of her like an offering.

"I brought fruitcake!" she blurts out as if she's unable to help herself.

Claudia tilts her head and her mouth flattens out into a polite smile as she takes it gingerly.

"Buena, necesitaba un doorstop," she says and you have to bite your lip to keep a straight face.

"¡Mama!" Luis protests and as he defends his guest his eyes keep coming back to you. "Who's this?"

Her smile warms with genuine pleasure as she reaches for you and her grip is firm and comforting when she takes your hand to bring you to her side.

"Mijito, I want to introduce you to my girlfriend."

[spinecouture]

perverted

word count: 1,180

summary: daryl has a sick obsession, a crush that has become a real pain in his ass. when you ask for a favor, he's more than happy to. hell, he'd kill for you. and a whiff of your panties, but you don't need to know all that.

themes: perverted!daryl, fem!pov, creepy behavior, panty sniffing, male masturbation, intentional lowercase

notes: a sick and twisted idea insp by my partner, my own sick nasty freak <3 a little longer one for you whores!!! feedback is much appreciated.

“daryl,” carol snapped him out of his daydream.

the man never daydreamed, never got lost in thought. at least, not with a smile like that on his face. he sighed, rubbing his face.

“sorry,” he grunted.

carol shook her head, “no, don’t be. you… got somethin’ on your mind?”

something, or someone?

daryl had been thinking about you since his group got to alexandria. oh god, you had him in a chokehold. he was going crazy, thinking about the way your hips swayed, you hair bounced and eyes sparkled. he felt sick, like a damn junkie passing by a crackhouse.

daryl finally shrugged, “jus’ thinkin’ about life, i guess. about bein’ here.”

carol gave a empathetic smile, knowing he had been struggling to move on from all the death, all the loss. he’d struggled to find his place in their new home, too, and that made her nervous.

“you can talk to me,” she murmured.

daryl nodded, “yeah, i know.”

then you walked by, and carol figured it out. she watched the way daryl’s eyes shifted, pupils blowing wide as you walked along the pavement. the way his lips parted slowly, nearly drooling at how your ass looked in those jeans.

“daryl,” carol smacked his arm. “you could at least be more subtle.”

“ah, alright,” the man grumbled, rubbing his bicep. “fuck.”

slowly, though, a smile painted carol’s face. she watched you disappear, before giving daryl a look. “you like her,” she said.

“nah,” his hair fell in his face.

“oh, you so do!” carol exclaimed.

daryl groaned, rolling his neck dramatically, “shut up. ain’t nothin’ happenin’, so jus’ leave it alone.”

“really? i think you deserve someone,” she replied, poking daryl teasingly. “she seems like she’s got a good head on her shoulders.”

“you don’t even know her.”

carol shrugged, “well, i’m just saying. i think it’d be good for you to at least make some friends besides us.”

daryl huffed, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. he didn’t need friends, or a lover, or anything like that. he was better on his own, anyway.

daryl’s small crush had quickly developed into a borderline obsession. he couldn’t help it, you had something that drove him crazy.

he made a point to come and visit you often, where you usually had a lunch ready for him to take on his supply runs. you had a big smile every time you handed it to him, and it made daryl want to shove his cock past those lips and down your throat.

he loved your voice. he listened to you tell stories, laugh, sing. god, he could listen to you sing all day. he even heard you bickering with someone once, and that had him jerking off against the side of your house, hands slapped over his mouth as he came to the sound of your angry tone.

it got worse and worse with time, because he could barely talk to you most days, but fuck if he wasn’t constantly fisting his dick to the thought of you.

one day, though, it all tipped over the edge. you had enough trust in him to ask if he could grab something from your house.

“daryl, since you’re going that way, can you grab my first aid kit? it’s in my bathroom, under the sink,” your gorgeous voice rang.

he nodded mindlessly, immediately getting up and wandering towards your house. a couple people nearby snickered at his eagerness.

once inside, however, daryl found himself in a pickle. the scent of you was everywhere—your clothes strewn across the hall, your shampoo in the bathroom, the lipstick stains on your coffee mug from earlier that morning. it made him dizzy.

his task was to go straight to the master bathroom, located inside your room, and grab the first aid kit. daryl found himself walking slow, taking in every detail of your home. down the hall, he pondered the photos hanging on the wall, the stains in the carpet. he wondered if you’d lived with anyone else before the outbreak, of the life you might’ve lived.

once in your room, daryl was overwhelmed. your scent was flooding his nose, damnit, he was getting hard just thinking about how you’d look in bed, what you wore.

inside the bathroom, a couple towels and some random discarded clothes littered the floor. but one item in particular was screaming at him. your panties. the tiny piece of lace had daryl’s stomach doing flips, and even as he knelt down to open the cabinet, he was looking at your underwear.

the first aid kit was easy to find. he had no issue with that. his problem was pulling his mind away from your clothes. namely, your little lace panties. his hands squeezed the kit, debating how low he would go.

“fuck…” he hissed under his breath.

it wasn’t long before he gave in. he dropped the kit, and got down on his knees. scooping the fabric into his palms, he admired them, mouth watering. oh god, i’m going straight to hell, he thought. slowly, tantalizingly, he brought your undergarments to his nose, breathing in. fuck, that’s good. daryl’s cock twitched, his head foggy.

“daryl?”

he heard your voice from down the hall, quickly jolting back to reality. in a panic, he shoved your panties in his pocket, grabbing the first aid kit.

“y-yeah!” he called, stumbling out of the bathroom and towards you. “got it.”

your brows furrowed, taking note of his flushed cheeks. “what, d’ya get lost?” you asked teasingly, nudging his shoulder. “c’mon.”

the fabric in daryl’s pocket was burning his skin, making him dizzy and disoriented. he kept walking, though, following close behind you.

daryl had never been so wracked with guilt in his life. even now, laying on his bed alone, he felt sick. because he hadn’t returned your underwear, and he may never. what was worse than you losing your panties? finding out that daryl stole your panties, like a sick freak.

despite this, his fingers were still intertwined with the fabric, slowly wrapping it around his length. hard, twitching and aching, he gripped his cock like a vice. he needed this—that’s how he justified it. it was the only thing keeping him from snapping.

daryl’s head fell back, eyes fluttering as the sweet scent of your pussy mingled with his dick. the scene was deplorable, but it was working. the man struggled to get off for years until you entered the picture. now, he was like a teenager again.

“fuck, fuck, fuck–“ daryl groaned, hand moving faster, tightening around himself.

at some point, he’d adjusted the lace so it hugged the tip, giving his pre-cum something to soak into. the back of his head screamed at him, degrading him for being so perverted, but it only made him harder.

balls tightening, daryl came hard, all over your white lace panties. his load spilled down his shaft, his fingers, as he slowed his movements. once his breathing had evened out, he let the lace fall onto his stomach.

he couldn’t keep doing this to himself.

[respectmyfrench]

Hello! Sorry the food knocked me out lmao.

So. Miss Fudd got 18 points. Paige got 29. This duo 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I told y'all. Whew. This will be a fun season.

I was impressed with the first half of the Baha Mar championship. That needs to be a consistent thing. Started off strong and discombobulated the Old Miss defense. They were stunned. It started to unravel a bit in the second half. They almost blew a 21 point lead which cannot happen against higher ranked opponents.

Sarah is so good. Like really good. I'm so happy at how quickly she's acclimating to the team. Literally her last name. STRONG.

Jana is a really good center. She's technically still a freshman so people need to give her a break. She has real potential to be a star. I can't wait to see her develop more.

KK and Ash both had 16 mins in the game and both got 2s in their stats. Kk with the angel numbers 2-2-2 and Ash with 2 pts and 2 rebs. A bit of a slower night for Ash but with each team they play against, a different need will require different asks so I'm not worried about. KK got looks good on defense. It's starting to look like she's a pass first guard now which is interesting and I'll dive into that another time.

We had some nice assists from Kaitlyn and good rebounds from Ice. People love ti hate on Ice but she's not bad guys lol.

I didn't like the refs, I didn't like the environment, I didn't like the braodcast, I hate Flohoops. Lol ummm yeah the people wiping the floors were slacking and everyone was slipping on sweat which I hated because everyone literally just recovered from injury 😭😭 I was paranoid watching everyone drop.

To dive deeper on Azzi's highest scoring game since she came back, I saw some quick release shots that reminded me of old Azzi. That shooting form🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. She made some really good plays too. She even broke someone's ankles a lil 👀🙂‍↔️ lol. Ole Miss was on a 15-0 run but Azzi hit a crazy 3 and shut that down REAL QUICK. Also also mentioned that her knee feels great and she feels more flexible already which is amazing.

I didn't talk too much in Paige because yall know how great she is already lmao. Paige doing Paige things. We gotta work on those turnovers but when you're shooting like that, I might let a couple slide lol.

If you know me, you already know who I missed dearly in this game. I love all the girls on the team & as l much as I speak on Azzi, my first fav is Aubrey. We're form the same state, play the same position, I'm very biased on her sorry😂.If Aubrey was in this game, I'm positive this game would have been like 90-64. Her impact on defense is missed. Her and Sarah on the court together will be MAGIC. Her basketball IQ🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾. Her speed🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾I can't wait until she's back🙏🏾

Y'all can rewatch the game below from this youtuber i found🙂‍↕️

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[ohdudedhesflirting]

hi i saw your review/reactions/theories?? on the next installment of written in the stars and i loved reading it hehe

my favorite thing about tumblr is reading everyone's reactions and having conversations about stories we all write 🥺 so thank you for taking the time to type all of that omg??

i won't confirm or deny anything, but the plot is pretty much set! i won't spoillllllllll :D excited for your reaction to the final chapterrrr

sending love <3

Hii darling!

First of all thank you for writing that little note it's adorable <3

Yeah hehehe well I'm sorry and at the same time not lol.

I always try to give like reactions and feedback/theories about what I read.

I know that when you write its hard to share it and even harder when there is no feedback lol. So I really wanted and especially for this work to show my support ! And I know it's not much but I still wanted to let you know that you know people read it and love it.

So thank YOU for taking the time to write it. And I congratulate you for having the strength of putting it out there.

But im also sorry because I hope all of those comments didn't go overboard!

And yes I do write a lot because I did write a bit (not anymore lol) and I remember that seeing the feedbacks/feelings of those who reads always made me so happy. So I really wanted to give back what I had received <3

Please do not spoil anything I really wanna discover and laugh, be sad and everything lol

I cannot wait for the next part and I always support you ! No matter if its for this fic or other works.

Thank you for your little note it made my day <3 Keep going I believe in you. I support you. Remember to eat, rest and drink enough water.

With lots of love 🩷

-Rose

[tangledinink]

i want desperately for you guys to know that this is how swanatello was born. he was designed and drawn in a span of approximately 30 minutes at work and made originally with the only intention being "pun." thanks @actuallynobutwhynot for getting me to make him lmao i gotta draw him and your sona together sometime.

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[bleaksqueak]

Woah dang, waking up to 99+ notifs on tumblr almost always means that an old Homestuck piece is going around again... imagine my delighted surprise to see it was all notifs about Soli! That was a great thing to wake up to. Felt an actual flutter in my chest. Thank you so much, everyone! And apologies for how Elias' hair keeps subtly changing. You always kind of figure out exactly how a character looks and how to draw them as you go along with sequential art. It, funny enough, largely comes from figuring out their acting (so lots and lots of different angles and features that need to shift/change slightly to carry the weight of looking like they should feel, for lack of a better way to describe it ) At any rate, glad to see people are excited for chapter 3! next update will be next week, and will be a two page spread.

[ryuseitai]

walked in this morning snd my coworker says You're training today! and I said Oh.

[good-beans]

Your posts are always super super cool and and you are very nice

Baps you with my paw

Waahh thanks pal :D I think your posts are so cool and kind -- I always love seeing you on my dash! And haha, every time you say something kind on one my posts I go >:0 A High Honor... I Have Entertained Cool Mutual...

I hope you're having a wonderful day/night! ✨️✨️✨️ ..... *bapbapbapbap*

[bluebellseclipse]

Boooooooooooop! :>

Tell me about the favourite art piece you've drawn, if you'd like to? :o bring yourself up! Appreciate yourself! >:3

awh this is really sweet!!

my favorite pieces from this year would probably these two since i really love the overall composition and emotion from each, i can really see a lot of my growth in these two pieces

these two were also very self indulgent and made me feel really satisfied

((my art blog is @bluebelledmoon 🌟!!))

thank you for this ask!! i am booping you 207 times again 💕💕🤭🤭

[miutonium]

Yesterday during Pre-FYP pitch:

[olibensstuff]

This is so random but TYSM for always complimenting my art. Like I’ve kind of been obsessed with ur art and comics ever since u followed me. Like i genuinely cant believe that one of my fav artists also is moots with me it makes me rlly happy. Your ideas are always so silly and your artstyle is so unique and charming. It feels like little school doodle scribbles but in a really intentional way. Also love the messy bright colors that you use. I’m tired of artists being told to not use bright colors. You always make everything look rlly nice and i would love like,,, a tutorial or tips on how u add color to your drawings. Idk what else to say man like everytime i look back on Ur ac i think to myself how tf areas we moots bc ur so amazing and ur art is so good and cute and like it makes me so happy whenever I see it like i wanna make those little comics and color like u. Ur so cool

AWHWHWHHWGEGEHHS IM CRYING HI your my favorite artist of all time words cannot describe how much this means to my thank you thank you thank youug

Below is just me ranting abt colors I really really like talking about colors you Awakened my color nerd

TY FOR ASKINF ABOUT COLORS I LOVE COLORS im not the best at them im still kinda new with playing around with color palettes?? There was this post I saw like two years ago where someone was like “never use white in your art” and I used to use white like a LOT esp for eye whites so I started using diff colors for eyes?? Which made me realize that my color palettes looked really off without normal whites. I started having to experiment a lot more!! I found out I’m really really fond of warm tones, so when in doubt, i overlay all my colors with a solid red and the lower the opacity, take that color palette and then change it up how I want it?? I dunno my process is a little weird ? After I find a color palette i like i keep it in a little folder so I can take it out whenever I need so a lot of my palettes are actually recycled hehe

I like using bright colors theyre my favorite!! I kinda figured out if I can put #FF0000 red into my art and it still looks normal then I’ve done a good job🥺

OBVI these tips don’t work for everyone and my process is super strange and I’m not like the king of colors or anything but that was generally my personal color process!! tldr don’t use perfect white for main art piece, color eyes first, overlays are fun, if you can use bright red youre Winning