you don’t sound like a creep so don’t worry!

Damsel in Distress- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by austonmatthews-34

I literally have nothing witty to say here. Anon, I totally understood your request so don’t worry! I hope y'all enjoy it!

Warning: creepy stalker dude

Anon Request: Do you think you can do one where you are at a store and some like creepy dude won’t leave you alone and you are like wtf and creeped out and you see Auston (and like you don’t know him also by Auston I mean Matthews Auston Matthews) and are like dude can you help I don’t know this guy and he’s following me and blah blah blah and i don’t know this sounds confusing but I’m bad at explaining things. I’m sorry


              You had had better ideas in your life.

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nyublackneko  asked:

I don't usually message people like this (in fear of sounding like a creep), but I just wanted to say that your drawings of Sans is the anchor that grounds me whenever I have difficulties drawing him. Not to say I'm trying to steal your style, but you're the muse and inspiration of what I imagine Sans looks like. So, thank you! And please keep drawing! ; -- ;

Boy, it sure was nice of sans to STAND in for me, eh? EH????

terrible jokes aside, i was this close to hoarding this ask. why? because it’s possibly one of the most flattering messages i’ve ever gotten regarding my undertale art. heck, i think i’m gonna print it out and frame it, so i can place it on my desk and look upon it lovingly, because holy shit, it’s just that sweet???

especially coming from you, like holy crap, i’ve been following your work for YEARS (since your DA days) and you’ve been one of my inspirations, the last thing i expected was this message. so to find your ask telling me that i’m your sans muse, well…gosh darnit, it just fills me with determination! (and tears of joy) 

nyu, it means the world to me that you (and other folks) enjoy how i draw this silly bag of bones. and by all means, feel free to emulate how i draw him, if you want, i wouldn’t mind one bit! jsyk i absolutely LOVE how you draw sans, he is so cute in your style! tbh your ut art in general is amazing, and your king papyrus comic made me cry, like damn, son, i was not ready lmao

so thank YOU so much, and same to you! please keep drawing, because i always enjoy seeing your art on my dash! ヽ(*´∀`*)ノ

My Little Bunny

Request: “To the previous anon: I do want flufff too, or angst/comfort. Can you do one where Newt and Reader have a baby girl? Reader wakes up early to feed her but Newt woke up first and she looks leaning against the threshold how Newt is pacing around, maybe talking to his baby daughter as he feeds her.”

Word Count: 1,512

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Tag List: @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

You start at a touch on your shoulders. Rubbing your eyes, you look up to an amused Newt, his eyes twinkling.

“Perhaps you should sleep, love.”

“No, no, I’m fine.” You murmur, stretching. An unfinished letter rests on the table in front of you. The ink near the center of the paper is smudged.

Newt chuckles, wiping a bit of ink from your cheek. “You need to sleep.”

“But I’m writing.” You gesture halfheartedly to the ruined paper in front of you.

“My mum can wait to learn about Emma’s first haircut. Really, love, you’re barely able to keep your eyes open. A bit of sleep will do you well.”

He’s right. The heaviness of three nights of four hours of sleep is almost too much to bear. The world’s a swirl of movements that are too quick to track and sounds that are just a bit too loud.

But there’s a reason you’ve been sleeping so poorly, and it’s in the other room wailing.

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Requested by herhero

”Aw our kid brother has a crush” Soda chuckled, ruffling up his little brother’s hair. Pony quickly whacked Sosa’s hand away and scrambled to fix up his hair, he hated it when Soda did that.

”Come one guys leave me alone” Pony whined. This was precisely why he chose not to tell his brothers about how he had feelings for you at first, because he knew that they’d give him crap for it.

Darry couldn’t help but smirk as he watched a blush creep on to Ponyboy’s cheeks.
“So are you going to tell [Y/N] anytime soon?”.

”No! I guess… maybe? I don’t know!” Pony exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air to emphasize his frustration.

”Don’t worry kiddo. You have us around to give you advice” Soda reminded with a big grin. Pony grumbled something under his breath that sounded like “oh lucky me”.


noirtenebris  asked:

yo! I love your expressive drawings (oh gee, all the soriku) and how you respond to the people that interact with you (I sound like a creep, tho you really sound like a cutie). ah. just wanted to ask for more Vanitas, if you ever get the time to. I mean... him with the A4 expression. there's not enough Vanitas out there owo he's also a sweetheart that deserves more love. even if you don't get enough time in your day, please have a nice day! ;3

oh so thanks my dear!! don’t worry you don’t sound like a creep, I feel really glad actually, here your vanitas!

Anonymous requested: You know I’ve always wondered what Sheldon’s reaction would be if he learned about Kripkie sending Amy nude pics. Would Penny blurt it out or would Sheldon find it on Amy’s phone?? My phone automatically saves pics whether I wanna keep them or not! Is this fanfic worthy? If so I’d love for you to write it. 😋

Amy was having trouble with her computer, so she brought it to Sheldon so he could look at it.  Leonard was actually better at fixing computers, but Amy didn’t mention that.  Instead, she was letting her boyfriend try to fix it.

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Imagine Junkrat comforting you after you start to remember bad memories

Requested: no

Warning: like, one cuss word. fluff. slight angst.

A/N: I needed to blow off some steam and writing this helped a bit. It’s my first imagine. I hope you enjoy.

You slammed the door to the apartment shut and kicked off your shoes with a frustrated sigh. It had to be the worst day you’ve had in years. There was the sound of slight curses and metal on metal. That meant one thing: Junkrat was home. You were hoping he wouldn’t be. You were hoping he was still on that mission with Overwatch. Even though you missed him you didn’t want him to see you so upset. And you didn’t want him to find out why.

Silently walking into your shared bedroom you pulled off your socks and threw them into the dirty clothes pile. You forcefully pulled off your black shirt leaving you in only your white tank and denim jeans. Tears budding in your eyes, you sat on the edge of the bed and tried to keep from letting out a sob.

Your boss fired you. He said you weren’t needed anymore. It pained you to be fired. You needed that job. But what hurt worse was the words echoing in your head after he fired you.

You couldn’t help it and you let out a loud sob. Burying your face into your hands you couldn’t stop the sobs racking through your body. Your cries got louder when you remembered the last thing that was said to you when you left home.

“Leave! Go! You’re useless! A coward! You won’t make it in society!”

Your mother was a cruel woman. She always looked down on you and said you wouldn’t make it. She never believed in you. It hurt. But it stopped hurting the moment you left home. It wasn’t long after you had met Junkrat. After a few more times of bumping into one another you decided to get to know each other. He made you feel wanted. And was always there for you. But you never told him about your childhood. Junkrat’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“(y/n)? Are you in ‘ere, love?” he asked before walking into the room. Upon seeing your crying form he rush over to you. Holding onto your arms he knelt in front of you. “What’s wrong? Did Oi do somethin’?” he asked quietly. You shook your head and took a shaky breath. Trying to wipe away the tears you shut your eyes tightly.

“No, I did. I’m a fuck up. I’m-” you paused and let out another sob. “I’m a mistake!” Junkrat sat next to you on the bed and held your small frame close. He pulled you into his lap and you buried your face in his chest. Your tears stained his t-shirt and he gently placed his chin on the top of your head. “She was right. I’ll never do anything.”

“Who? he asked gently.

“My mother!” you shrieked. He pulled you closer and placed a small kiss on your head.

“You’re anythin’ but a mistake, love. You’re perfect in your own way.” he told you. Your tears had stopped and your cries only became soft sniffles. “What brought this about, anyways?”

“My-my boss fired me,” you muttered. “I don’t know what I’m going to do-”

“Oi ‘ave an idea!” Junkrat exclaimed. He pulled away slightly and grabbed your face in his hands. He wiped away the tears left and smiled at you. “You can live at the watchtower! The team’s been askin’ me to live there so Oi don’t ‘ave to come from across town! It’ll be easier. But more importantly you can live with us!”

“I don’t know, Jami,” you stuttered. “I’m not like them. I’m not a hero.”

“Love, Oi’d feel a lot better knowin’ you’re there safe an’ sound than here where you can get hurt. But also, Oi can show ya off to everyone.” he said burying his face in your neck with a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry. Oi’ll always be there for ya. Oi promise. So, what'dya say, love?” You nodded slowly, a small smile creeping up on your face.

“What would I do without you, Jami?” you asked as he kissed your cheek. He shrugged but smiled playfully. “I love you, Jamison.”

“Love you too, (y/n).” he said before kissing you softly.

cockbiteproductions  asked:

hope you know that my name is actually + tuckington

“I don’t know about this.”

The statement was a bit out of nowhere and, quite frankly, the last thing Wash wanted to hear when discussing wedding plans. “Don’t know about what? Are you still unsure about the caterer or..?” Wash couldn’t help the worry creeping into the back of his mind. 

“No, it’s just..” Wash bit his lip, his full attention on Tucker. “I mean, I definitely want you to take my name, y’know. But ‘Wash Tucker’ sounds so fucking weird.” Laughter burst through Washington’s lips like a dam.

“You’re joking right? I hope you know my name is actually David.” Pure, unsarcastic laughter coming from Wash was rare, but always a delight. “Are we seriously getting married in a few months and you don’t even know my name?”

Tucker held his hands up defensively. “Hey, it never came up in conversation, okay!.”

Wash snorted. “Jesus fucking christ..” 

It was quiet again after that, Tucker breaking the silence only a few minutes later. “David Tucker.. not half bad.”

「dearly beloved」

{ i’ve loved you from the very beginning }

Pairing: Kagami Taiga × Reader (Married)
Word Count: 1,206 words
Description: Generalized version of the letter + scenario gift for noijakupls, who gave me the lovely prompt, for the 2K special fanfic giveaway. A confession letter.

God, you really needed to clean the room more often. After you moved in with Kagami, let’s just say you spent way too much time doing… other things instead of keeping the room tidy. Since he was busy for the day, you went over to the small storage you shared and huffed, staring the stacks of boxes in it. Time to get started.

Trashing some of the boxes and keeping most of the mementos, you found an old box covered with a sheen layer of dust. It wasn’t that big. It was more of a tiny jewelry box. Who could’ve had this before? Your heart began to fill with worries and doubts but you had to trust him. Kagami was a loyal man and you knew that. Still, you needed to open the contents before you tossed anything away or kept it.

Inside was a single folded piece of paper. You frowned and picked up the thin and yellowing paper, opening it up.

Dear ____

The first words nearly made your heart stop. You hadn’t seen this before and it was written in Kagami’s messy scribbles. You cleared your throat and wondered whether you were invading his privacy but since it was dedicated to you…

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