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[skeletoninthemelonland]

starbles… do you still have that drawing of how to draw behind the codes springstraps robotic arm? it's so good but i looked at your entire blog and still haven't found it….

Here it is!

[infamous-if]

Was rereading povs...Seven saying theyre not a puppy to be taken care of and Avina calling them SV's puppy they baby and take care of...

I just laughed

[fuerrziah]

Feed us more mer Elliot

good timing to answer this request since i have drawn this today

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

How do you know if you're mentally regressing or just really burnt out and/or depressed?

Hi there,

Personally I find this quite hard to answer. But I have some sources about it if you’re interested:

I hope this helps answer your question. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

[bunmurdock]

need matty to walk me thru giving him head.

need his fingers tangled in the roots of my hair as he gently guides me up and down his cock. need him to coo mockingly as i whine about the ache in my jaw and chuckle at the tears streaming down my cheeks. need him to tease me about how wet i’m getting just from sucking him off.

need his dirty talk to become low and slurred as he gets closer, the muscles of his lower abdomen tensing as he makes little stuttered thrusts of his hips, struggling not to just shove his cock down my throat. need to struggle to take all of him at once, tears burning hot trails down my cheeks as i work my throat, trying to swallow around the thick length of him on my tongue.

need him to lose control and push my head down as he cums, throwing his head back against the pillows as he moans and spills down my throat. need to gag and squirm and struggle to breathe as i swallow around him, trying not to choke on the thick seed he’s pumping down my throat. need him to let me up right as my lungs start to burn, letting his softening cock fall from my mouth as i turn my head and cough, gasping for breath as i let my forehead rest on his muscular thigh.

need him to coo softly and tell me how well i did, his hand in my hair soothing and comforting, letting me know that he loved me. need his nostrils to flare slightly, catching a whiff of my arousal in the air as i nuzzle against his hand and kick my feet, still wet and eager. need him to chuckle at how floaty and mindless i am, coyly asking if i was up for more. need to blush and squirm, rubbing my thighs together as he grins and tugs me up into a kiss.

need him to guide me up to straddle his face so he can eat me out until i cum, gasping and trembling and so deep in subspace that i don’t even notice that he’s hard again until he rolls me onto me back, wanting to pound me into the mattress at least once before we fall asleep.

idk… i just- i just need him. i need him bad.

- ⭐️

the soft fuck i just let out under my breath, star nonnie. i just know you'd make him feel so good. just like he deserves. whenever i see your signature i have to brace myself. this is going in the feral tag.

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his lower abdomen tensing as he makes little stuttered thrusts of his hips, struggling not to just shove his cock down my throat.

slamming my fists against the table, hurghrnhrghrhngm... clearly you pay attention during the show. his abs tighten when he's tense and i'm losing it over this little detail.

need to gag and squirm and struggle to breathe as i swallow... need him to let me up right as my lungs start to burn... gasping for breath as i let my forehead rest on his muscular thigh.

i've never read a more visceral sentence about giving matt murdock head holy FUCK

need him to coo softly and tell me how well i did, his hand in my hair soothing and comforting, letting me know that he loved me... need him to chuckle at how floaty and mindless i am... grins and tugs me up into a kiss.

ALSO YOU ALWAYS MAKE HIM DADDY I CAN'T HANDLE IT I CAN'T. your matt murdock is always the perfect balance of rough and sweet/protective. pease... mercy

[sonicexelle-junkary]

the most scary part of the house party au is that sonic is wearing heterosexual looking clothes

He lives in the 70’s. He can’t let everyone know he’s a homosexual.

… and also a cannibal.

[spirit-doll]

Asides Dark Cacao, are there any more Cookies that may have escaped/broken out from your phone or it's just only Dark Cacao himself?

[miasonwing]

When did Jason and Dick fall for each other in your timeline? Or when did Jason's crush occur?

The only thing I'll say u//u because I'm working on comics about it, is that Jason had feelings for Dick since he was 13, it was a very innocent crush of someone who admires someone else. Dick didn't fall for him until they were adults much later.

[mattastr0phic]

Can we get some chainshotgun yuri pretty please? :3?

Yuri edition is in fact the main version we're on

[coff33andb00ks]

ohhh viv this is so unbelievably late but maybe 📸 + franco? <3

And if they find out, will it all go wrong?

secret relationship 🥰 lingering looks on the paddock, stolen kisses whenever possible, constant texts about how beautiful you are, when you're alone he can't keep his hands off you, and fans absolutely going insane trying to figure out who you are when he posts your hand on his insta

[tealottie]

What are your headcanons about Della?

I have so many, but tbh my favorite headcanons have to do with her having PTSD - so i can't promise this will be a fun post

MASTERLIST OF DELLA HEADCANONS BELOW:

Appearance:

Scars from the Moon

One across her beak on left side

Scars on her arms and legs

Other markings

Stretch marks especially on her tummy and butt

A few stretch marks on her chest and thighs

Freckles on her beak (because she had triplets and ducks IRL sometimes get freckles after pregnancy)

Other

Chubby pear shape

DD cup size

Squishy belly

Big eyes

Fluffy unkempt feathers (she's bad at preening)

Thin hair (also bad at taking care of it)

Short beak

Queer Headcanons:

Homoromantic

Bisexual

Prefers to just call herself a lesbian

Ciswoman (doesn't mind they/them pronouns and probably finds it entertaining if she's referred to as he/him)

Supports all of her queer babies

She also does not actively seek out romance, but she isn't offput by the idea entirely

Mental Health and Neurodiverse Headcanons:

PTSD

Hates being alone at any given moment and had to ask Donald if she could room with him in the houseboat for a few months

Genuinely cannot look at her reflection and will be needing exposure therapy

Does not like the feeling of movement underwater because it reminds her of the moon's gravity

Terrified that she'll never be fully capable of being a mom because of the 10 years she missed

Cringes at any moon or space themed items now - sometimes triggers her on a bad day or if she looks at them for too long

Her hair being too long is a trigger for her, so she always keeps it shoulder length or above

She ALWAYS feels cold even if her body temperature is normal and sometimes it drives her crazy

Lots of nightmares about what-ifs - what if it was my kids instead of me, what if it was my brother instead of me, what if i didnt have oxychew, what if i never met the Moonlanders, etc etc etc

The taste of black licorice will genuinely send her spiraling, and because it lingers - it wrecks her for days (she hates similar flavors such as rootbeer)

Finds a lot of joy in warm places so she now loves to be out in the sun

Had a period of time where she wasn't really talking with Penumbra because of the severity of her triggers/ptsd

Both finds peace in dead silence, but it also brings her back to the moon as well - she has a very complex relationship with isolation

Prefers silver over gold (even though she doesn't wear jewelry, she likes silver on others and silver on things such as zippers and buttons)

Spent quite a few years terrified of flying after the horror of her own trauma set in, but it threw her into a big depression since piloting is her passion

Hates taking care of her stump because she doesn't like taking her prosthetic leg off - she sees it as her own, so she hates taking it off even though she knows she needs to when sleeping or showering

She has a hard time looking at her stump and scars because on one hand; sick as hell battle wounds, but on the other; damn was that the worst time in my entire life

Depression and Anxiety

Even before crashlanding on the moon, she dealt with depression and social anxiety

She has a bit of a hard time keeping her room tidy and taking care of herself, but she's phenomenal at putting other people first

Feels as though she's not attractive enough

Wants to be a ray of sunshine in other peoples' lives

She's very scared that she won't be enough for people and therefore she must put 110% into everything she does for others

ADHD and Autism

Her sensory issues tend to directly conflict with her PTSD issues - like she hates silence because of the moon, but sometimes she gets overstimulated by noise and needs the silence or alone time

She does not sleep until her body physically passes out because the change in activity is hard for her to deal with

Goes insane if she feels understimulated because her brain begins to shut down and she dissociates

Many, many stims (sometimes doubles as grounding with PTSD): bouncing her leg, various hand motions, feeling the fabric of her clothes, physical affection with her loved ones, playing with the tightness of her prosthetic (loosening and then tightening it over and over), shaking her head to feel her hair around her shoulders (and solidifying that what she's feeling is earth gravity)

Really hard time understanding social cues that makes her come across as rather ditzy

Special interest in aircraft technology and was a top student at her flight school

Love/Hate relationship with reading because if she enjoys what she's reading she gets invested, but if she's understimulated, the words jumble together in her mind

Not good at math for a similar reason

Fish are a huge sensory nightmare for her; the scales, the smell, the taste, etc

Is generally pretty sensory-seeking, but has a few Hard Nos on textures (such as slimy scales)

Other:

I headcanon Della having compulsive sexual behavior disorder, and her libido especially spiked after being on the moon for 10 years, and it makes her feel really gross at times

Due to said hypersexuality, she gets intrusive thoughts that piss her off

Because of the moon not really having a clear indicator of night and day, Della lost her circadian rhythm and struggles with a Hell combination of non-24 and ADHD insomnia

The lack of general sleep makes it hard for her to lose weight and so she's insecure about that

Physical Disabilities:

Because she was on the moon for so long, the zero gravity and lack of proper breathable oxygen took a huge toll on her, physically

She developed really bad asthma and will likely be recovering from it for the rest of her life

Her lungs can only intake so much oxygen at a time, so she also struggles with shortness of breath

Upon returning to earth, her body was really broken down from the cold atmosphere - causing her to not be able to regulate her body temperature properly

Her bones were weakened upon arrival, so she has to spend years recovering physically from it

Her stump is irritated a lot because she doesn't like taking care of it properly

She owns crutches for when she needs to take breaks from her prosthetic just because of the discomfort when wearing it

She is not afraid to hit Donald with a crutch BTW

IF THERE ARE ANY OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS THAT YOU ARE CURIOUS ABOUT, SHOOT ME AN ASK! <3

[aloysiavirgata]

Dryad universe prompt. William does something telekinetic at school. Maybe on purpose, maybe not.

William launches himself into the car like he’s escaping the paparazzi. “Go go go,” he hisses, raspy, to his mother.

Scully, bewildered, looks back at him. “William, there’s a line! This isn’t an action movie, what’s going on?”

He makes a noise like a dying walrus.

Heather up ahead in a Juicy tracksuit and day-glo safety vest, directing traffic like a fucking Busytown cop with rhinestones across her annoyingly fantastic ass.

She spots Scully and waves like a beauty queen.

Scully smiles back, waggling a few fingers.

“MOOOOMMMMM GOOOOO,” her son wails.

She whips around. “William Samuel Scully, what on earth is wrong with you?”

He slouches, scowls. “I messed up.”

Having been with his father for nearly two decades, she knows “I messed up” can mean anything from “I might have eaten a smidgen of evidence” to “I sort of released a serial murderer of children.”

Something throbs in her temporal lobe. “Tell me.”

“There was…there was this bird,” William says, hiccuppy. Curled against the door.

She knows. She knows before he says it that the bird hit a classroom window during recess and that its delicate flower-stem neck snapped and it fell and fell and fell.

“Oh, honey…” she murmurs, closing her eyes for a beat.

Her boy - her lovely, strange, terrifying, angel of a boy - makes another hiccuppy sound. “Katie handed it to me and she was crying and I didn’t know what to do, Mom, his eyes were so…and and his beak was a little bloody and Katie was crying and even Aiden looked really sad and he’s NEVER sad and I just…”

He sobs a little.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathes. “Oh, Will.”

“I pulled the… anyway. I made him alive and his eyes were so bright but everyone was talking and they told the teachers and…”

Her sweet, sweet boy. He never asked for this.

William is gasping, trying to stay in control. “Am I in trouble?”

Scully laughs a little, merging left as Heather waves. “Honey, no. Let me call Daddy, let’s go to The Melting Pot. Let’s eat cheese and chocolate until we’re sick.”

He sniffles, looks up. “You said to nev-“

“Cheese,” she says firmly, blinker on. “Chocolate.”

William smiles from the corner. His beautiful eyes, red-rimmed because he is too good.

“Okay,” he breathes, with a watery smile. “Okay.”

[infamous-if]

Hint on what to expect the next chapters? I love Infamous so much the brainrot is consuming me

MC will be fighting for their life so basically the #usual

[fuerrziah]

everytime i see you draw elliott boobs i think of the cover them up slut meme ty for drawing elliott so delicious my life is yours

HAHHAH oh ny god

so true

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Not the anon who asked the story related question but I've been wondering what are some good representation in media if you know?

Hi there,

A Facebook blogger known as ‘Neurodivergent Lou’ has some great media suggestions:

Neurodivergent_lou is a great resource and blogger that I really like. I would highly recommend recommending following them.

I hope this helps answer your question. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

[bunmurdock]

Hi I have mm thoughts like imagine having a kid with Matt and your worried how it will change your body but infact it just makes him love you more like your feeding your guys kid ? He wants to be there loves feeling you up even more need to pump for later ? He ain’t complaining

Also if it isn’t already taken I would love to be 🦋anon 😊

NEW EMOJI FRIEND! i believe someone has claimed 🦋, would you like to claim a different emoji (or multiple)? nicknames are ok as well!

maybe i'm ovulating, but you got me deep into dad!matt feels:

oh my god okay so imagine matt murdock as a husband and dad.

you're worried about how your body's changing, but to him? it just makes him fall in love with you more. you’re carrying his kid, feeding them—he’s in awe of it. he’ll rest his hand on your stomach, tracing his fingers over every little curve, whispering how incredible you are, how much stronger, more beautiful you've become.

and when you’re pumping? he’s right there. nothing but support, hands still gently resting on you, maybe teasing with that smirk of his. he’d joke about being jealous of the bottle but would also be dead serious about helping however he can. "don’t worry, sweetheart, i’ll take care of this later," in that playful yet sincere tone.

then there’s matt with the baby, lying on his chest, tiny hands tugging at his glasses while he chuckles, that crooked smile breaking through as his eyes soften. "guess they’re taking after me already, grabbing things they can’t see," he murmurs, voice thick with affection. he’s smiling the whole time, completely wrapped up in the little miracle you both created, his vulnerability showing in the way he holds them just a bit tighter, like he can hardly believe this is real.

he’s still matt murdock, though—always thinking ahead, always ready to protect, but softer now. he’s got one ear on the baby, the other on the world outside, but right there, in that moment? it’s all about you and them. just the three of you, and him never wanting to be anywhere else.

forget the baby monitor—matt is the baby monitor. he hears everything. every tiny breath, every little coo. you'll wake up in the middle of the night, maybe panicked that something's wrong, and he’ll already be halfway across the room, whispering, “they’re just stirring, sweetheart. go back to sleep.”

no need for gadgets when you’ve got matt murdock with those insane dad reflexes. you’ll be sitting on the couch, and suddenly, the baby tips over while trying to crawl, and before you can even react, matt’s already caught them mid-air, all casual like it’s no big deal. "gotcha, kiddo," he’ll say with that teasing grin, acting like he didn't have superhuman reflexes in that moment.

"how do you know they're about to cry?" you’ll ask one day with an eyebrow raised, and he’ll lean in close, smirking, "i can hear their heart race before the tears even come." or when you’re about to check if the baby’s too warm, he’ll casually slide in with, "not a fever, just working up to a diaper change."

and the baby? loves grabbing onto him. they’ll tug at his hair or smack at his chest, and he just lets them, totally patient, playful, letting them explore him like he's their favorite jungle gym. "strong hands," he’ll tease with a grin, "just like their mom." and you’ll gasp and swat at him.

and then there’s the moments where you’re not even aware, but matt? he’s got you both clocked—whether it’s catching the baby from rolling off the bed or knowing exactly when you need an extra hand without you having to say a word. "you know," he’ll say softly, wrapping an arm around you. "i hear you too, sweetheart. every breath, every heartbeat. i’ve got you—let me take care of both of you."

he’s so in tune with everything, it’s almost like magic. but it’s just matt—hyper-aware, always ahead of the game, being both the city's greatest protector and this ridiculously loving, protective dad who somehow knows what the baby needs before they even do. and you? he knows you just as well, maybe even better, appreciating every bit of who you are, body and soul.

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