#had this in my inbox for a bit

[canonkiller]

asking for help can be done at any time, and it is free. you just have to let yourself accept it.

[time-slink]

i miss etho vault hunters so bad

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"Can you hold still?" Soda leans over Darry's stomach, puttin' his full weight into it, and Darry laughs. Soda shoots him an agitated little frown he doesn't mean at all and jabs him matter of factly in the stomach. "It's star day this is important."

Darry rolls his eyes but settles back down. "I can't help it." Soda leans sits back, spins the marker in his hand over his fingers. "I'm ticklish."

"Well, figure it out or I'm gonna sic Pony on you." Darry tips his head back 'n looks at Pony upside down. His youngest brother pulls out a more than passin' imitation of the Darry's glare. Though, he should be good at it. He's seen it nearly every day. Darry reaches up 'n baps him on the head 'n Pony cracks 'n laughs.

He's layin' on his back on the living room floor, Soda at his side and head restin' in Pony's lap. Soda brings the marker back against Darry's ribs and he does his best not to laugh. He only half succeeds until he glances down at Soda's tongue bit between his teeth 'n the furrowed brow he only gets when he's focusin'. It's not funny but glory he looks so much like when he was six 'n drawin' horses at the kitchen table with the concentration of Michael Angelo, Darry can't help but snort.

"Darry!" Soda opens his mouth in mock frustration 'n that just makes Darry laugh harder. "That's it. Pony. Sic 'em."

"Wait-!" Pony worms his hand down before Darry can bat it away 'n jabs him in the ribs. "OW! That's it, you're cut off." He fights to sit up but Soda 'n Pony both jump down on him, howlin' with laughter.

"Nuh uh, mister! I'm not done!" Pony presses both his palms down on Darry's shoulders 'n Darry humors him by pretendin' that it makes any difference in him gettin' up or not.

Soda puts his marker back down 'n Darry valently bites his lip 'n doesn't even squirm. He lasts forty-five seconds. "Soda-"

"Finished!" Soda presses the cap back on 'n tosses it to Pony who snatches it out of the air.

"Can I see?" Soda studies Darry's torso for a second 'n then nods happily. Darry grabs the shavin' mirror Soda offers him 'n admires the nonsensical lines connectin' the freckles dottin' his body from his stomach up to his neck. The ones all the Curtis' only got in summer. He smiles, runs a finger along the ink fondly. "Damn Soda! You went all out this year, huh! Care to, uh, explain?"

Soda grins at Pony and points to six freckles on his side. Darry tilts his head 'n furrows his brow. "One guess on this one." Oh, well that narrowed it down.

"That one Pony's?"

"Ding ding ding!" Whenever Soda drew constellations he always managed one for Pony, a horse, 'n one for himself, a pop bottle. If Darry squinted he could see it. He could also see a dog, cat, 'n just about any four-legged animal with a tail but he would keep that to himself.

"Where's yours, Soda?" Soda points to a sort of temple that started on his collarbone 'n ended on his shoulder. It takes Darry a moment longer but he can pick out the vague shape of the bottle.

"Alright, now the rest of 'em." Soda carefully explains each one, two more horses, naturally, a fish, Orion's belt, a wonky set of three dots along a rib, a lasso, 'n two little smilies. Darry carefully traces each one, more than a little impressed by how his brothers could take a handful of random dots 'n find so many little pictures.

"My turn!" Pony jabbed Darry in the side 'n took his place on the floor. He slaps nearly every pocket before he refinds the marker, handin' it over to Darry with a mischievous lil' grin to Soda.

He pulls his t-shirt straight over his head even though most of his freckles are clustered on his arms 'n face. He never picked up his brother's tendency to walk around all summer in no shirt. Dallas always made teased him for that. Glory, Pony's playin' modest 'n makin' the rest of us look like whores. 'N Two would always howl well if the shoe fits! 'N then duck out of Dallas' grip fast as he could. Only Soda 'n Darry knew the real reason. The kid didn't tan one bit. No siree, Pony burned.

He lays flat on the floor, eyes closed, Soda playin' with hair idly. Darry picks up Pony's arm 'n twists it, lookin' for anythin' that sticks out to him. Darry always did Pony's. Pony enjoyed just layin' there 'n Darry needed more time to study where the dots could become shapes. Pony would do Soda's since, out of all of them, the kid had an imagination that could spin 'n spin 'n spit out ideas 'n drawin's n' stories the fastest. 'N Soda had an incredibly short patience for not movin'.

"Hey, look." Soda brushes back Pony's bangs 'n gently traces a jagged line across his forehead. "Hand me that." Before Pony can swat his hand away Soda's connected the freckles from one temple to the other so they form a mountain range across his skin.

"Our little prince, huh." Pony opens one eye 'n glares down at Darry but his oldest brother is just lookin' at him with that fond little smile he gets.

"Oh c'mon." He wriggles around on the carpet 'n gets nothin' for his troubles but rugburn. "Hurry uppppp."

"You sound like me now, Pone." Soda ruffles his hair 'n Pony reaches up blindly with his free arm to swing at him.

"Well, maybe I'd be done faster if you'd stop wigglin'." They drift into a soft silence, Soda standin' up halfway through to cue up the Beatles' latest record, The White Album, which had been a joint birthday gift for Darry last month. Half of the gift had been them toleratin' Darry's affinity for that McCartney kid's weepy grandma songs.

"Alright, I think I'm done." Pony jolts up, grinnin' down at his arms.

"Lemme see, lemme see." Darry twists the mirror around so he can see the back of his biceps, pointin' out what was what.

"Look, this is Soda's." Darry's linked four freckles into an elongated diamond 'n penned in DX. Soda cracks up, twistin' Pony's arms so he can see better 'n forgettin' it's attached to the kid.

"You're a walkin' ad, kid! They should hire you!" Pony snatches his arm back 'n wrinkles his nose up.

"'N work with Steve? Yeah, hard pass." Soda howls 'n Pony tries 'n fails to look put out.

"Hey, this must be yours, Dar." Soda positions the mirror so Pony can better see the lopsided Superman logo on the back of his shoulder.

"Yup, but this one's my favorite." Down the hollow of Pony's throat 'n up under his jaw are three little stick figures all facin' different directions.

"Hey! That's us, right?" Darry ruffles his hair and drops a kiss to the freckle on his temple that makes up the end of his crown.

"Yup," He shoots Soda a grin 'n wiggles his eyebrows conspiratorially, "the shrimpy one is you."

"They're sticks! They all look the same!" Soda grabs him by the chin so he can get a better look.

"Nope, Darry's right." He nods solemnly. "The good lookin' on is me." Pony shoves him off 'n he lands on his ass. Darry hoots a laugh 'n manhandles Soda so his head is restin' on Darry's knee.

"See, Soda gets my creative vision." Soda peeks up at him, upside down, 'n cackles.

"Oh shut up." Pony snatches the marker from Darry 'n instantly goes to work. Soda starts squirmin' less than a minute in 'n Darry leans over 'n flips the TV on, an episode of Scooby-Doo is playin' 'n Soda grins 'n crains his neck to watch.

"You got our north star this year, Pepsi." Darry taps Soda on the tip of his nose where one single fair freckle stands out against his tan skin.

"No kiddin'? Pony's had it the last three years, the hog." Pony sticks his tongue out 'n goes back to drawin'.

The episode's not even half over before Pony nods, self-satisfied. "Alright, c'mere."

"Oh my God, Pony, why do we even try?" Pony's blushes, the tips of his ears goin' red.

"They're just doodles."

"Do I need to bring up Soda's horse?"

"Hey-!"

Pony's joined vast groups of freckles into three distinct shapes across Soda's chest 'n stomach. A horse, that looks far more identifiable than Soda's drawin', across his side, a record 'n the player on Soda's left ribs, a map of some of the actual constellations Pony would drag them outside on clear nights to point out over Soda's heart. Darry can pick out the big dipper, one of the triangles, 'n the bear.

"Wait, this one's my favorite." He points to two little hearts on each side of Soda's face made from four little freckles each.

Soda twists this way 'n that gigglin' between the horse 'n the freckles. "God, Pone, you missed your callin' as an artist."

"Damn straight!" Darry laughs 'n pulls both his kid brothers in tight for a hug. Pony whines but buries his head in Darry's chest beside Soda. "Well, I dunno about y'all but I'm hungry after all that."

Soda whoops already clamberin' off the floor 'n divin' for the keys before Darry can get to them. "Dairy Queen!"

Pony throws his shirt back on, carefully rollin' up the sleeves so Darry's Superman logo can still be seen. Darry reaches over 'n pulls him in for another hug.

"You sure you don't wanna wipe any of that off?" Pony gestures to the mess of marker 'n Darry laughs, brushin' Pony's hair back.

Soda's already climbed in the truck, shirt still off 'n Pony's drawin's on full display.

"Hell no! I got stars to show off."

[daily-odile]

1,,,, 100 days,,,,,,,,, and 800 followers,,,,,,,,,,,,,

From the bottom of my heart, thank you everyone.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[paiirupie]

if ur still doing requests can u do surge :D

cw blood , violence

there is no freedom for me... NOT WHILE YOU'RE STILL ALIVE.

[lazylittledragon]

it has to be a joke for you to not see how bad ur same face syndrome is like come on man

ok i'm done trying to be funny whenever i get these. fucking stop this. i don't like it and you're not helping me by telling me something i already know and am trying to fix. i didn't ask you and now i want you to stop.

[intotheelliwoods]

guys guys guys guys guys

guys.

hey guys what if Big Leos nickname was actually Teacup

be honest.

[papathe5th]

Papa V: “Dream of me… only me…”

*later that night, he shows up and can’t get the door open*

Frater Imperator: “Ah this idiot again.”

What’s the matter, Frater Imperator? Why aren’t you opening the door? Isn’t the boss the one in possession of the keys? Could it be that you are just the slightest bit jealous of your twin? Oh, but I speak above my station!

Yes, I’ve been thinking that the V-does-not-know-how-doors-work meme is funny and all, but what if he can’t open doors because he has to be invited in like a vampire should?

What if you need to get Frater Imperator’s permission to invite Papa V Perpetua into the Ministry and inside your chamber? What if the boss has a weakness for you, and he entertains the idea.

Even so, would he be willing to share your attention with his own usurper?

“He haunts my dreams, Frater,” you confess. “He’s already claimed my nights for himself.”

“I won’t let him take you like he’s taken everything else of mine.” Frater Imperator sounds more scared than furious today.

There is a tightness in his new tailored trousers that is furious, alright. The sun is all but gone, and sleep will take you again. He will take you again.

“I’m yours in the waking hours.” You crawl over to his side of the couch with the purpose of pouncing on his lap and helping him work through those anger issues.

“You are,” he hisses when you give his bulge a kitten lick.

“And I’m his in the late hours of the night,” you purr as he traces his fingers through your tassels.

“Very well,” he grits his teeth. “Now, help your Papa heal this deadly affliction that is twisting and bending his core.”

Hearing him cite your other Papa’s psalm, you smile through the pain of him pulling on your hair.

[uhohbestie]

omahgod haaaiiii! happy three pronged fork day!

it is I, the live slug reaction microsoft paint doodles guy, here with the long promised part two, and lord mercy its been like a month,,, i've spent the past week and a half adding just-one-more-last-bit-this-time-its-the-last-one-for-sure-definitely and thinking of a new one at work the very next day,, BUT i am out of the dungeon now so here you have it!!

here's to me spending solid two months of my life pacing to and fro at work compiling mental essays and Making Up Scenarios tm with your characters and generally rotating them,,,, twas an experience for certain and i thank you for every point of psychic damage i was dealt <3

i tried every know-how i could think of to improve the resolution situation, and ended up just cutting it into pieces so im sorry if its a bit confusing to read (it's hectic but it works so i can't complain)

big picture for to know where things are

tip: you do gotta read the big picture left side (they are vaguely divided by the grey lines) top to bottom and then the right side for it to be chronological (more or less)

and the small bits for better resolution

i already wrote most of the things i had to say in the picture itself, so all i'll say is my soul yearns for pearl and lizzie (and Tilly) adventures extravaganza spinoff ): i have somehow so far convinced myself while reading that we would for sure get to see them within the fic that i had to doublecheck that i didn't miss a chapter on accident,,, oopsie

ps. this is where i would put my essay on how you've managed not only to show a character going through the 'ol stages of grief (scar when grian got bit) but also make the reader (or me at least, idk im gullible) go through them. ever since i figured out that Main Characters Don't Die at some point as a kid, i have never once sweated about "damn what if the writers actually do it this time?? what of blorbo dead foreal forever???" ,,, that was until i read TAMN. you took your SWEET TIME keeping us on scar pov for so long i sincerely started worrying that you actually did it you bastards. "no.. they wouldn't… they can't!" i thought to myself, but then the chapters went on and on, and Scar and Pops managed to almost get themselves killed yet again, adventures not showing any signs of stopping. and the pesky bristling brit, with whom i have a complicated relationship not unlike the one between a Sportsteam that sucks ass and their last remaining, bitter, but loyal shit-talking fan, is nowhere to be seen. i was head in hands sitting on the edge of my bed waxing poetics about how The Narrative forces the reader through the character's thought process and Long Live Indie Writing for being able to afford to break tropes and expectations n all that and then Grian's disHEVELED ASS ROLLS OUTA BUSHES AND I WAS LIKE i kNEW THOSE SONS A BITCHES WERE SCHEEMING, NEVER TRUST A WRITER!!! ! …i'm fairly impressionable audience if you couldn't tell

,anyhow this was one of the several bits rotating in my head for the past while, i hope you're proud of what you've accomplished -_- (/j/lh you really really should be <3) yeah anyway this is where i would put my essay on all that if i knew how to write one!

(if i open my mouth on the topic of the residents of the hermit commune we would be here all day, so all i'll say is i won't announce my descent into madness, but there will be signs)

on that note, be good be good to each other and don't forget to brush your teeth before bed

pps. i missed my duolingo writing this :( just another one of gods little jokes

ppps. i think you should poll the public someday on the subject of people's perception of Joel's fate in the end, would be curious to see how optimistic (or not) the folks are feeling

YES. YES!!!!! PART TWO OMG YOU'VE SPOILED US. YESSSSSSS.

Oh my goodness there's so much to wade into there. I was starting to pick out my favourite parts but realised i was highlighting every drawing, but here are my FAVOURITE favourites:

I love love love hearing ppl's opinions on the Redwood compound (AND POPS!!!! POPS AND SCAR BEST FRIENDS FOREVER [until... they're abruptly not anymore. um. ummmmmm....]) Poor exhausted Ren. Poor munched up Joel. Poor every-day-I'm-more-tired-than-the-last Etho. (Also, clasping your hands in mine, I promise you we will write about Pearl and Lizzie. I promise we will not leave you hanging.)

I'm genuinely truly deeply so happy you enjoyed TAMN, and absolutely adored reading (and seeing!) your journey as you read it. Especially the parts where we convincingly pulled off Grian Death(tm). Thank you for sharing with us :') aaaaa TAMN <3 <3 <3

Your poll idea is genius btw. We gotta do this. We GOTTA. - 🔒

[rizzanon]

Bro why do you keep disappearing

i apologise for having a life outside of tumblr i guess 🤷‍♀️

[starleska]

why do i get the feeling quite a few of you either were or would be obsessed with the deranged little menace that is Moriarty from Sherlock Gnomes 😂

[hellishgayliath]

It’s been a while since I completed a drawing so I figured something cutesy with a simple colour palette would be easy

A day out ends up on the rainy side of things but they still find comfort in each others presence 💙

[thisismeracing]

Can you do a part 2 of Mick aftercare maybe a lil Drabble with cockwarming?

Aftercare + cockwarming w/ Mick - lil drabble

Warnings: mentions of sex, cockwarming, tooth-rotting fluff. +18 (Minors DNI!)

“How are you feeling?” Mick asks after a beat of silence.

They had just finished a shower together after hours of fucking each other’s senseless, and now they were lying in bed comfortably snuggled.

“Achey,” she states and Mick lifts his head from the pillow, eyes frantically looking for hers. “But in a good way, babe. I’m not hurt or anything,” Yn explains and the blonde takes a deep breath making her chuckle.

Mick is still flushed from the previous activities, hair is still disheveled and damp. He grips Yn’s chin softly, it's his silent way of asking for a kiss which Yn is happy to oblige, caressing his plush lips with hers before finally opening her mouth enough for him to dip his tongue inside.

What started as an innocent kiss became a hot make-out session in a matter of minutes. Mick groaned when their bodies merged closer, his hard cock brushing against her thighs.

“Do you wanna go again?” Yn mumbled against his lips when they took a second to gather their breaths.

“I do, but I’m exhausted.” He lies on his back on the bed, and motions for her to hop on top of him.

“If YOU are exhausted you think I have any energy left?” She asks an incredulous look on her face that makes Mick snicker.

He looks pensive for a second, blue eyes glued on Yn, but mind drifting for just enough time to make her know he was coming up with something.

And he did.

“We could try cockwarming,” he suggests.

“Well, that sounds like a good idea,” Yn agrees and finally hops on top of him, freeing his hard shaft from his boxers and guiding it into her entrance. He slips in easily, she was wet and warm, and her body was still sensitive from the early sessions, so much so that when she feels all his girth get in her body automatically contracts and grips it.

“If you keep contracting I will cum,” Mick is watching where their bodies are joined, eyebrows arched to contain the voluntary response of his body of thrusting, lips between his teeth.

“It’s not my fault you’re big!”

He smiles and then he laughs and Yn follows suit.

“Why, thank you, princess.”

“You’re insuferae, sometimes.”

“And you’re hot as fuck sitting on my cock all bossy.”

Yn smiles, rolls her eyes playfully, and then carefully lies on top of him. Her hard nipples comfortably snuggled on top of Mick’s warm skin, his hands on her sides caressing her in a lovingly way.

“That feels fantastic,” she confesses and he smiles, planting a kiss on top of her head.

“Just like everything you do,” it's a whisper, their bodies starting to regulate their breaths and rest, but not before Mick kisses Yn’s hair one more time, “I love you.”

[crow-quet]

Hi! I know you said that you arent officially taking requests but do you happen to have anything of dovewing? I love how you drew her in your birchfeather art

this was originally a warmup (head/shoulders) and then suddenly it was a full body with color HAHA so i hope you enjoy!!!!

i lovewing dovewing

(and thank you so so much!!!)

[butch-bakugo]

Why are vetted accounts sending people stuff like this.

I mean it's clearly copy-pasted and sent to multiple people but this isn't even a donations ask. Imma guess the reason people aren't responding is because you're accusing them of not doing enough for Palestine and sending it to multiple people who you clearly don't check because I've been posting about and for Palestine since oct 7th when I learned about it.

Also yes he is looking for donations, you can check his account and find it. Why are you sending this guilt trippy stuff to people and accusing them of not caring enough? You don't know me? You send these to multiple people so your clearly not checking the account in question. This dose nothing to help you personally or the Palestinian cause, it just pisses people off and makes them question vetters.

[tummyisyummy]

Sorry for non-oc question. So you don't have to answer if you don't want too.

But I wonder if you have headcanons of how it would go if Charlotte in the entrance exam saw Noelle and went "I like her gumption" and picked her first to join the Blue Roses?

Like how'd she get along and develop with her and Blue Roses? OOOOh maybe if you have Blue Roses ocs how she'd get along with them.

Ooo if Charlotte picked Noelle for her squad🧐

Nozel would be a little upset that his plan to keep her off the battlefield is not gonna work but that’s okay

I think Charlotte and sol would genuinely try to help Noelle overcome her issue with magic control. I’m pretty sure charlotte can sense the massive amount of magic Noelle possesses and would want her to unlock her full potential.

Lots of training would occur during Noelle’s stay in the Blue Roses. If Nozel won’t do it then ig she has to 🤷🏽‍♀️.

I get the feeling that the female blue rose knight have tea parties once a month lol . I can imagine them swarming around her asking questions about herself and her life. (Charlotte watching in silent approval).

Charlotte would have faith in Noelle and her potential. For example she would ask Noelle to take lead or ask her what she would do. And if Noelle needs help in a fight she would stand by and give her guidance.

Yes I do have a blue rose oc!

I think Noelle and Clara would definitely be friends if she joined the BR ! (Honestly they could be friends even when Noelle is in the black bulls)

Clara would totally drag Noelle to train with her

Clara would also invite Noelle to her friend group ( the group consists of Levi, Mathew,Yanira)

LOTS of sleepovers and going to the groups hangout spot.(it changes every day but we don’t talk about that🌚)

Would totally find ways to help with her magic control issue

LOTS of shopping would occur. Noelle would have at least ten different outfits after a shopping spree