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unconventional bug boyfriend [Commission]
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out of context thing. i guess
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Norman Grierson
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Big WIP I started in late July ft. my EOX guild composed of ~20 guys. Will I finish this one day ? Who knows
#erm. time to tag all that shit#oc: elise#oc: macaron#oc: ikkaku#oc: xavier#oc: alphonse#oc: lola#oc: steven#oc: lynne#oc: myrtille#oc: charlotte#oc: tamara#oc: soleil#oc: georges#oc: jules#oc: norman#oc: matcha#oc: antoine#oc: adrien#oc: prionace#oc: hubert#i was really determined to work on this when i started it but also#it would be weird to finish the big pic of the last game in my eo story chronology thing first.#my eocs story basically takes places on the course of around 15 years with eox as its end#my dream is to make a doujin/zine about it... ill work hard for that to happen in the future#btw my eox guild is fully composed of eocs from past games (minus eo5 i do not like eo5 too much) except 3 of them#the 3s being Macaron (green hero) / Matcha (yellow Vampire(hero)) / Prionace (semi-colored Hero(Imperial))#Macaron is a bit too normal. Matcha is a bit feral. Prionace is completely unhinged#wip#lagaard_ocs
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DO YOU LIKE BIG SOFT MEN??
DO YOU LIKE OPTIMISTIC TEENAGERS PUSHED TO THE VERGE OF COMMITTING MURDER??
DO YOU LIKE AROACE FORMER VAMPIRES??
AND OFC, DO YOU LIKE FOUND FAMILY??
well boy do i have the ocs for you (theyre my ocs) (these ones) (the ones i drew here)
theyre my silly guys
#also i did a new signature do you like it i like it#names subject to change but here we go#oc: scimon#oc: norman#(cannot decide on my dilfs name)#oc: bertie#oc: kitty#ocs#original character#doodle page#art
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norman would wear those weirdly specific and wild novelty tees he got from a thrift store at $3.99
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alison bechdel's lesbians and gerard donelan's gay men
#this was a fun challenge 😁#alison bechdel#gerard donelan#mine#oc#bishop#harper#norman#eugene#sentimental value
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Daryl with a fem reader who’s love language is physical touch? Like whenever they’re cuddling she’s always burying her head into his side or neck. Or another one is acts of service so imagine when they first came to Alexandria she noticed Daryl was the only one in the group who still hasn’t bathed so she offered to do it for him.. he just sits in front of her in the bath while she cleans his hair and scrubs his body
Soap and Bubbles
✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader
✧ Era : Season 5
✧ Pronouns : she/her
✧ Genre : Fluff
✧ Word Count : 1.1k
AN ~ I’ve been slacking on requests big time:( But recently I got my wisdom teeth removed and the whole recovery has been kicking my ass, so sadly I just haven’t felt motivated to write anything new. Though I’m hoping this lil oneshot makes up for it and you guys don’t completely hate me lol.
Hope you enjoy! xoxox
He was stubborn. You were persistent. It was like when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. But in the end it was almost painfully obvious who won those battles most of the time.
When the group first arrived to Alexandria; a safe haven that was gifted to you by the grace of God himself, it was no secret that Daryl was one of the first who didn’t trust it. He was constantly tense and on high alert most of the time, when in reality there was never any real danger to begin with. But his thoughts seemed to haunt him, not necessarily because he felt the constant need to protect himself, but because he felt the constant need to protect you.
You were the most precious thing to him, like a delicate flower that he was constantly worried about squishing under his boot if he wasn’t too careful. And just the thought of you being in this unknown place that none of you really knew, it was safe to say it took him a while to even sleep. And it took him even longer to feel comfortable enough to bathe.
After the first few days of getting comfortable in the new community, you couldn’t help but notice that Daryl was the only one who hadn’t taken advantage of the luxury that was given. He hadn’t slept on one of the actual beds, he hadn’t even eaten any of the food that was stocked to the brim in each of the houses. The man just continuously hunted for his own food nearly every single day instead, working for it as if he felt like he had to. And he was one of the last people to use the nice new bathroom that everyone else had been hogging.
It was hard seeing him like this, knowing without even having to ask that he was slightly uncomfortable here. In the end when the place didn’t seem that dangerous, you knew he only really stayed so you had a roof over your head, and that was it. He always seemed to put you first before anything else and it never failed to melt your heart in the best way. But at the same time, you wanted to help him. You wanted to ease him into everything so he could learn to eventually call this place home.
Which is why you ever so slowly tried to coax him into taking a bath. Like a dog who was afraid of water.
“Nah.” was his original answer when you first asked him, that stubbornness really shining through as he put his foot down at the idea. Knowing that he didn’t feel safe enough to be so vulnerable.
But then you offered to help him, and that seemed to change the game as his interest piqued.
So after just a little more convincing, you finally got him into the tub filled with warm water, even adding some bubbles just to make it a little more enjoyable. And although he scoffed at the sight, he clearly wasn’t complaining as he practically melted into the warm water.
You sat yourself behind him as you ran your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp as you cleaned it with a fresh shampoo. His eyes fluttered closed at your softness when touching him, even letting out a satisfied groan or grunt here and there just to let you know how much he was enjoying it. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself every time he did so, dragging the process out just a little bit longer upon seeing how relaxed he was.
Your nails gently scratched his scalp every once and a while which you knew he thoroughly enjoyed, loving the soothing feeling you provided as he slowly came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. His muscles twitched as you rinsed the bubbles out of his hair, feeling the warmth running down his back.
A smile stretched across your lips as you looked down at him, “Feel good?”
He nodded slowly as he let out a long and satisfied sigh, keeping his eyes closed as he was certain he could fall asleep within seconds. “Thank you.” he muttered.
Your face softened at his gratitude, “You’re welcome.” your sweet voice spoke, leaning down to place a kiss on top of his head.
He smiled to himself when he felt the touch of your lips, relaxing even more as you continued on for however long you wished. He wasn’t complaining, nor was he going to stop you anytime soon.
You then ran some conditioner through his hair, being able to run your fingers through the full length of it smoothly as you removed all the tangles. It smelled like heaven and it made his hair feel nearly brand new after not having it clean and fresh in so long. You then took your time washing his body, which to him was his favorite part of this whole thing. Your hands worked delicately, watching the soap run down his arms and chest as the remaining dirt just melted off his body.
A few more cuts were now more prominent on his skin as you continued to wash him, making some kind of mental note to help him clean those when he got out of the porcelain bowl. With being on the road for so long you had no idea how long they had been there, now being thankful you had everything you needed to fix him up. Seeing him constantly putting you before him in every single scenario, you wanted to do the same for him whenever you could. Though he was thick headed and usually refused, he did occasionally like being showered with affection like this.
Once you were done and the water was now a bit colder, you opened your mouth to tell him that he should probably get out. But you stopped yourself upon seeing the look on his face, seeing him finally looking content for the first time in months. You figured a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt as you began to drag your nails through his hair again.
“I love you.”
It was so soft you almost didn’t catch it. But the second his words met your ears you couldn’t help but freeze. He had never said that to you before.
Though you knew he always loved you, showing it in the little ways he knew how, you knew he felt a deep love for you that he couldn’t even describe. His actions speaking much louder volumes than words ever could. But now hearing him admit it out loud, you could feel a warmth spreading through your chest as you smiled, continuing to run your fingers through his hair as if to pretend it didn’t affect you as much as it did.
“I love you too.”
~ Thanks for reading!
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl dixon the walking dead#daryl dixon x oc#daryl dixon twd#daryl dixon smut#daryl dixon x original character#daryl dixon x reader#daryl fanfiction#daryl dixion imagine#daryl dixon x female reader#daryl dixon x you#the walking dead#the walking dead fanfiction#the walking dead imagine#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl dixon#daryl twd#twd daryl#twd fanfiction#twd#norman reedus#norman reedus fanfiction#norman reedus x reader#walking dead
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bunch o' doodles
#batdr#bendy and the dark revival#joey drew#ink demon#bendy#henry stein#allison pendle#thomas connor#batdr oc#the projectionist#artworks#sammy Lawrence#norman polk#roni
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hi
#vel.png#<- i guess it counts#oc: norman#oc: trip [placeholder]#at this point i might not even get rid of the placeholder in trips tag it’s just part of her name now#mary bell township
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A long time coming, but here’s a set of revamped designs for a pokemon black gijinka team! Old designs under the readmore.
Character list: Jonathan (reuniclus), Eziekel (houndoom), Normal (omastar), Aaron (smeargle), Jasmine (dustox), and Cooper (mow rotom)
#man the old ones are so weird to look at its like. sniff. my guys are all grown up#also white jumpscare under the readmore . disclaimer that most of these designs were from like middle school so yknow.#my art#pokemon#pokemon gijinkas#pokemon gijinka#my ocs#jonathan#eziekel#norman#jasmine#aaron#cooper#omastar#reuniclus#houndoom#rotom#mow rotom#I think jasmine is my favorite of these revamped designs she took a while to figure out but I am so happy with he#character design#body horror
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This is in my drafts since end of november wtf. Anyway rough eocs draft banners from august-september which I should finish one day
#oc: alphonse#oc: adrien#oc: tamara#oc: charlotte#oc: norman#oc: juliette#oc: yvette#oc: jules#oc: prionace#oc: xavier#wip#doodle#2023#lagaard_ocs#lagaard_art
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Friendship is: getting really high together
Norman doesn't do hard drugs, like, ever, hes always been a bit of a paranoid goody-two-shoes, never doing anything bad like drugs or violence, one time, as a teen he talked back to his parents and cried so hard because he felt terrible. Literally the last time he got high was when he got his wisdom teeth taken out
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What Did You Say?
Relationship: Norm McLean x Reader
Fandom: Fallout
Request: Yes by @fallout-girl219
Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Pregnancy
Word Count: 1,406
Main Masterlist: Here
Fallout Masterlist: Here
Summary: The whole reason they got married was with the goal of repopulation. That is why anyone in the Vaults gets married. Being married to Norm is a challenge all on its own.
Norm was speechless. That alone was highly unusual for him as he did not get speechless, simply he did not voice every thought that pops into his head. But here he sat, without a thought to voice, and a mouth with which to do it. He did not process the fact that his wife was slowly loosing her smile, and instead of excitedly bouncing, she was shifting nervously.
“What’s going on in your head, sweetheart?” She asked, concerned for her husband’s wellbeing. In the entire time that they had been married, or even had known each other, she had never known him to be this paralyzed.
“Are you sure?” Sure, it was not the best thing to say, but it was the first thing that came to him.
“Of course I’m sure. The doctor checked me a couple days ago,” she moved to hold his hands. “Norm, we’re having a baby.” While she held out hope that at some point he would get excited with her, that hope was draining by the second.
“And it’s mine?” Again, it was not the best thing to come out of his mouth because her look turned sour really quick.
“Are you accusing me of something, Norman?” Her voice was no longer sweet; this was a dangerous growl.
“No, no. I’m not. I’m sorry. I’m just- we’re having a baby?” He was still not on the same plane of existence as her.
“Yes, Norm. We’re having a baby. I thought you’d be excited, or joyful, or even able to crack a darn smile. What is going on with you?” She was starting to tip over into yelling and their vault doors could only do so much sound proofing.
“No I’m- I mean, yes I… just,” he stammered, “I’m just not sure this is the best time.” He murmured, and began to fiddle with his hands.
“Well, it’s apparently a perfect time according to our bodies. Ever heard the expression, ‘it takes two to tango’? I didn’t make a baby by myself.” It felt like such an obvious observation, and yet, she felt like she was trying to talk to a child.
“I know that, I’m just. I’m not sure I’m fit to be a dad. I’m just gonna-” and he took off. Opening their door, Norm left their little humble home to go off to who knows where. Slouching to the floor, she held her stomach and cried. Sure people got scared to be parents but they did not run out on their pregnant wives while doing so? Thoughts ran wild in her head with Norm gone. Would she end up being a single mother? She knew that divorce was a thing but no one in the last two hundred years had one in the vaults. If someone was a single parent, it was because one parent had died.
Her sobs continued well into the night. Even when dinner time came, she ate alone; staring at the empty seat but a full plate where Norm would sit. She went on with her nightly routine as if nothing was wrong, as if half of her world was not missing. The bed felt too big now without her husband. As she lay in bed, she could not help but to let the tears come once again. She cried herself to sleep without even realizing it, and was only awoken by the morning bell. Her husband’s side was still together, even if she had taken his pillow to provide some comfort for herself.
She went about her breakfast routine, but was quickly sent to vomit when she smelled the eggs and bacon she had prepared. Coming out, nothing looked amiss, and she set about making toast. Toast would be safe to eat.
An executive decision was made for her, by her, to stay in for the day. She could afford a day off with the evening she had. A lot of her time was spent reading, or staring at the door. As much as she did not like him right now, she still loved her husband and wanted him by her side. The notification came through her pip-boy from the doctor about her ultrasound appointment today. It almost felt bittersweet. On one hand, she did not feel like inviting Norm to the appointment with how he was acting. But on the other hand,he was still her husband and the father of her child. He deserved the choice at least.
The forwarded message came across the gear that was on Norm’s arm, and he was shocked. After he ran away last night like a coward, he did not expect this from his wife. Norm saved the appointment onto his pip-boy for later use and scrubbed his hands over his face.
“You alright, son?” Hank asked of his boy, bringing over two mugs. The one with tea was set in front of the younger MacLean, while his dad drank his allotted amount of coffee.
“Just grappling my thoughts. She sent me a notification of a doctor’s appointment this evening, but I don’t even know if she really wants me there.” Norm admitted, fiddling with his hands underneath the table.
“If I remember one thing about your mother, is that during both of her pregnancies, her hormones made her a ball of emotions. You could say the grass was green and she would burst out crying.” Hank chuckled, and took another sip while his son just sat there.
“There was a time where she was so angry with me that I didn’t like the name that she picked for her top name for you, that I was kicked to the couch for two days.” This made Norm perk up.
“So what did you do? How did you fix things with her?” He asked, eager to hear the rest of the story.
“I went with her to your final ultrasound. Didn’t hold her hand or anything, but once we say you fully formed, she reached for my hand and said, ‘Norman, that’s what we’ll call him.’” His dad chuckled as he finished the story, and gained a sad look in his eyes.
“So what should I do?” Norm asked, finally taking a sip of his tea.
“If it were me, I’d go to the appointment. No matter how mad she is now, she’ll be worse if you miss that.” A timer dinged and as they looked for the source of the sound, they realized it was Norm’s pip-boy. Hs reminder for the appointment came up and he dashed out of the door without another word. Norm walked briskly to the doctor’s office, and tried not to run; no matter how much he wanted to.
By the time he got there, he saw her head dip into a room, that he somehow managed to catch. Norm saw her unzipping her vault suit, and rolling up her white shirt when he opened the door. He let out a breath that he did not realize he was holding and came over to help her.
“You came.” She stated, resting her hands on his face.
“I came.” He repeated, holding her body close to his in a crushing hug.
“I’m ready to be a dad.” Norm whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. It made her heart swell to hear those six little words come from his lips. The couple pulled away right as the doctor came in.
“Oh, hello Norm. Here to see the missus and the kiddo?” She spoke jovially, setting down her equipment to get started. Rubbing the cold gel on the mom-to-be’s belly, she held the wand against it to start looking inside. norm remained silent as he stared at the screen with a little black and white mage starting to emerge.
“There they are. That’s their leg, and arm. The beginnings of their head and organs and, oh wait. There’s their head. No, wait.” The doctor spent a minute looking intensely at the screen which freak the MacLean’s out just a little bit.
“Oh, okay. Not to worry.” She spoke finally.
“Why? What’s going on?” Mrs. Maclean was confused and concerned as she tried to sit up, only to be held down gently by her doctor.
“No, everything is okay. There are two heads. You’re having twins. Congratulations.” Once more, she held a happy tone as she went back to the screen. Yet again, Norm spoke without thinking it through.
“What did you say?”
#rebelliousstories#writing#fallout imagine#fallout#norm maclean imagine#norman maclean x reader#norm maclean x reader#norman maclean x oc#norm maclean x oc#norm maclean
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TLID CHARACTER INDEX
(UPDATED)
All the essential information needed to know about TLID's main cast!
This will be updated with more characters as time goes on.
Stay tuned, toons!
(( Ophelia is my (@discobowser) OC, Ripper is @taizarack's OC! ))
#the last ink droplets#the last ink droplets au#tlid#ink demon#sammy lawrence#bendy au#bendy oc#bendy#alice angel#susie campbell#allison pendle#thomas connor#buddy lewek#buddy boris#audrey drew#henry stein#wilson arch#the projectionist#norman polk#batim#batdr#bendy and the ink machine#bendy and the dark revival#bendy the cage#bendy movie#bendy fanart#bendy fan art#art
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i feel like norman and alice would unironically like la croix because they think its classy/more healthier/something like that
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