#mwah😘

[keepscrollinghun]

[moonlight-prose]

Your Logan fic IS SO COMFORTING!!!!! Like everyone I’ve been getting back into the wolverine love and having him be so sweet and gruff makes me grin 💗

thank you so much!! babes you have no idea. i've been consumed, eaten alive. i haven't been down bad this hard since the last of us came out.

[luyo-mi]

I just wanted to compliment you on your designs for the characters! I absolutely love the artwork you've done. It actually made me want to go back into fashion design!! You keep being you I love your work!

OMG FR??!

you literally and totally should, its super fun❤️😭

ALSO THANK YOU, you're too kind to little ol me omg❤️

[liverpool-enjoyer]

not gonna get deep on main but last years birthday kinda sucked so yalls wishes rlly, truly, mean the world to me. i love you all endlessly <3

[bidisasterevankinard]

You enjoy playing mobile games

I actually don't play, but i enjoyed it in school

Make assumption about me and I'll tell you if it's true or false

[chocolatecake47]

Something I have always noticed about TDP is the recurring message of softness and being soft. Not even just with the “history can be a narrative of love’ theme but just in all the main character’s core qualities there is such a precious underlying softness and tenderness. Even when the world stomps them down, it’s still there, in their love for each other and in simply everything. This show has illustrated the beauty and strength in softness over and over again, through all the cracks and breaks. I guess it just reiterates the lesson that real strength falls in compassion and love. Real strength is being soft no matter how hard it is ❤️. 

That's a pretty important lesson to learn.

[ameliaenya707]

I don't usually post comfort over here (well, more like hurt/comfort), but I think yall might like this one!

𓉸 Absolved 𓉸ㅤ

"I found this recipe in one of my old boxes from when I first moved in, guess mom must have slipped it in for me!" You hum softly, setting his warm meal in front of him. "I had some leftovers when I got home anyway, let me know if it's good!" You giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before sitting down at the table with him.

Something felt off though the more you watched him eat dinner. The amber in his eyes were dulled, the faintest bit of purple tinting the skin beneath. His smile was pained, forced. His eating was slow, and he just all around looked fatigued. Not even able to respond to you.

"Kei? Baby, what's wrong?"

There was a substantial pause. A short exahle leaves his lips, with enough exasperation for you to mistake it as a huff of frustration.

"Nothing, m' fine, dove. Food's good, thank you."

You would have let it go if his tone wasn't so clipped and sharp. A small glance picked up the slightest twitch of his eye when he spoke.

"... Are you mad at me?" You mumble. That had to be the explanation for his dismissive tone, the twinge of annoyance tainting his handsome features. It was just bizarre. The behavior so out of character for your boyfriend. You watch his eyes widen slightly as he glanced up with you, dropping his chopsticks completely into his chicken rice soup on accident.

"No baby, m' not mad at you, I promise,"

"You're acting like you are... did something happen today? Something you're not telling me?" You say, concern surely etched into your features.

"I-..." He lets out a soft sigh, resting his elbows on the table and rubbing his eyes. "Work incident, multiple buildings collapsed. We...couldn't save everyone...I just-" you wait patiently for him to gather his bearings and continue.

"I just thought I was used to it by now," he says, his voice heavy with frustration. You silently stand and grab his hand, pulling him up from his seat.

"Dove w-" you cut him off with a chaste kiss to the lips. Something he melts at, instantly relaxing. His shoulders slump as he returns the kiss with the same amount of gentleness.

"Shower?" You mumble sweetly against his lips. Your hands massage small circles into his shoulders.

"Shower sounds nice," you giggle when he softly nips at your bottom lip before you take his hand again. Abandoning the half eaten food on the table in favor of gently undressing him in the bathroom.

He lets out a soft groan at the feeling of the warm water hitting his skin. The exhaustion deep seated in the marrow of his bones lifting when your fingers massaged his lower back. He lets out a small sigh when you trail your fingers on the feathers of his wings, kissing in between his shoulder blades.

Your hands tangle in his hair, lathering it with shampoo and working it into his scalp. His head tilts back as he lets out a heavenly moan.

When you finish his hair, he does the same for you. Afterward, both of you finish washing up before getting out and drying up. Getting dressed clumsily, hands immediately reach for each other afterward as you tangle up in the sheets with him.

"Dove..." his voice comes out heavy with sleep, looking down at you as you pepper kisses on his palms. Before turning them around and placing soft kisses on the back off his hands and his knuckles.

"There we go, all clean again, yeah?" You smile up at him. Not missing the way his eyes gloss over and how he blinks back tears before tugging you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before nuzzling his nose into your hair.

"I don't deserve you..."

"You deserve everything, Keigo, all the best things."

[shima-draws]

Hi all!! My medical bills and other various expenses are kicking my ass so I'm opening emergency commissions!

It says so on the google form as well, but additional characters will cost 50% of the base character's price, so please keep that in mind 💕

I'm not doing slots for these, so don't fret if you don't have the funds right now. These will be open for a while, so take your time if you can't afford it right away :")

If you have any questions at all, you can DM me or contact me through my commissions email (which you can find on the carrd site that is linked on the form!)

Link to fill out the commission form is below. Thank you all so much for your support!

[theeroticlover]

Mhmmm !!! 😘

[writer-by-the-sea]

Not to be pornographic but… you’re the type of man that I would cuddle and bite and hold onto for comfort

Claim me.

Dig your claws into me. Leave trails of your love with scratches on my back, your bites on my neck, your scent all over me.

Cuddle me until the sun has risen and gone back down. Let me hold you in my arms until the end of time.

Come to me with tears in your eyes, with a frown, and sadness in your soul. Let me scare away every demon that haunts you.

Not to be overly poetic, but I love you. So much that it hurts. So much that my heart aches for you when you're not here. So much that I would be lost without you, a blade of grass blowing into the wind to never be seen again.

Cuddle me.

Bite me.

Love me.

Always.

[keepscrollinghun]

[moonlight-prose]

love it whenever your notifs pop up on my screen 🥰 so so grateful that we have you on tumblr (btw i can’t wait for ur upcoming fics asdhfksjd i get giddy just thinking about what you have in store for us — especially the drover one, it’ll def be a banger 😵‍💫)

notifs??? as in....tumblr notifs??? please tell me you don't have notifs on for my blog cause the shit i spam is TOO RIDICULOUS FOR THAT. fuck i'm sorry if you've opened it and seen like five posts about me lamenting for the moon knight bois.😭

[luyo-mi]

I love you.

woah woah woah we havent even been on a date yet anon

you got me blushing tehe

[liverpool-enjoyer]

HAPPY BDAY U SAUCY AMERICAN 🥳🥳

PSYDUCK!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i love being your moot, thank you for the birthday wishes my north american in Christ <3

[tvichpi]

sonadow klance

it’d be cool if you drew them getting each others snow cones ^-^

ty 4 request! (honestly i dont like this😭)

uhh never taste snow cones😔/yes my loss/

and i I rarely draw colored pictures...

+bonus for why not🙌

[hippolotamus]

Way More Than Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the lovely and talented @kitteneddiediaz @tizniz @diazsdimples @spotsandsocks @inell @wikiangela Be sure to check their works!

IDK this has been rolling around in my brain since I first heard Casual. Sooo… 🦴 🍎 🦷

“C’mon, Luce,” Nat teases from the driver’s seat, poking Lucy’s thigh. “I play personal taxi and can’t even get a tour? Guess I need to up my game.”

Lucy rolls her eyes. Hopefully it’s more annoyed than fond. Honestly, Natalia could ask for a million things and Lucy would readily give them. At least, she wants to. She wants to want to. But that involves levels of vulnerability Lucy plans to keep locked up tighter than Diaz’s Catholic guilt.

“Your game’s fine, Dollenmeyer. I’ll show you around.” Lucy grabs her work bag and exits the car before Nat can gloat and kiss her about it.

Kinard and Thompson are chatting over coffee in the hangar, while Lee checks over the equipment in one of the birds.

“Well, if it isn’t my little ray of sunshine,” Kinard chirps, flashing his stupid, dazzling lovesick smile. God, Buckley’s got him so whipped. She’s happy for them but Jesus Christ. “And who do we have here?”

Tommy, ever the gentleman and charmer, takes Nat’s offered hand. “Tommy Kinard. One of Lucy’s favorite teammates,” he says with a wink.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard about you!”

“This is Nat. Natalia,” Lucy interjects. “We were hanging out and she very nicely agreed to drop me off since my car’s in the shop.”

Beside her, Nat stiffens. Tommy raises an eyebrow, shooting a knowing look at Lucy.

This. This is why she tried to resist Nat’s offer and insisted an Uber would be fine. Because Lucy knows she’s fucked up. Knew she would before it happened. What’s worse is Tommy knows — or highly suspects — she fucked up. He was in the closet too long, and with too many shitty partners, to not see right through her. He’s going to give her hell about this.

“Uh, yeah,” Nat agrees, barely hiding the way her voice is trembling. She drops Tommy’s hand and clutches her purse tighter. “So, uh, gonna take a raincheck on that tour. Maybe another time. Nice to meet you.”

Nat doesn’t run back to the car but she may as well. She doesn’t look at Lucy once. Not with anger or sadness or disappointment. Not at all. Lucy bites the inside of her cheek and watches her go despite the desperate clawing thing in her chest that wants Nat to stay. Now. Forever maybe.

She hikes her bag up on her shoulder, turning to walk toward the locker room, only to be met with Tommy still there. His arms are crossed and he doesn’t look at her with any judgement. It would be better than the almost pitying, understanding expression he’s wearing.

“What, Kinard?” She bites out, staring past him. “I have to change for my shift. Just- say it already.”

He watches her a moment longer, rolling his lips in, assessing. “Do I even have to?”

“I have to change for my shift,” she says again, biting her bottom lip, hard. Because she’s not going to get upset about this now. Just like she’s not going to think about waking up this morning, for the very first time, to Nat sleeping beside her, hair sprawled across the pillow while sunlight painted her bare back. How it made Lucy ache.

Tommy sidesteps, making a sweeping gesture to let her know she’s free to go anytime. She nods tightly, unable to meet his gaze as she passes.

“Y’know, I kinda wanted to hate her,” Tommy starts. Because he’s a bastard that way. She hates him. Hates him so fucking much for it that she loves him for being so goddamn forgiving and thought provoking. She swears he went to the Bobby Nash School of Life Advice and Mentoring.

She stops, but doesn’t turn around.

“Evan said nice things about her. Decent things anyway. Admittedly, I wasn’t crazy about why she was into him. But he didn’t have anything terrible. Being his first- I felt a little nervous and wanted to find something. Anything about the people in his past. You know how it can be with exes. Gets messy sometimes.” He pauses, probably sipping his lukewarm coffee. “And then they just- I don’t know, surprise the hell out of you in an unexpected way.” Another pause. “Don’t worry. I won’t hold you up anymore.”

His footsteps echo across the hangar, growing quieter. Lucy tightens her death grip on her bag and marches to the locker room. When she gets there, if she turns on the showers so she can cry in peace, that’s between her and the ancient tile and god.

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