#Thanks anonymous!

[anonpolls]

Thanks for the question, Anon!

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#poll #polls #thanks anon! #Submitted May 7 #submitted by anonymous #anonymous #anonpolls #random polls #tumblr polls #poll blog

[junglejim4322]

do you think a 5'4 and 6'2 height difference is predatory?

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#asks #anonymous #i feel like you sent this to make me feel better after I was bitching but as a certified 5’4 binch no I do not think height differences #are predatory. thank you for the ask though

[philosophika]

what's a soft memory for you?

Hmm, this is an excellent question... A lot of my memories with my ex, who died in January of last year, are soft. One of the first memories that popped into my mind when I read this ask is of him getting up at 5 am to go to work. Although he was quiet, on this particular occasion, he woke me. I heard him rustling around, but I kept my eyes closed and pretended to still be asleep. And that's how I know that every morning before he left, this man would tuck me in, kiss my forehead and whisper he loved me... I honestly don't have words to describe how peaceful that was. It's one of the softest, most beautiful memories of my life.

#answered asks #Thanks anonymous! #the love was there #it didn't change anything #it didn't save anyone #but it still matters that the love was there

[ducktracy]

laughph

#good to wake up to thank you #anonymous #asks

[canisalbus]

I've been following for many years, and I gotta say I'm so excited to see Machete happy! He's a classic sad dog man but seeing him happy makes me happy

#it's all thanks to the golden boy #answered #anonymous #Vasco #Machete #own characters #own art #comics

[lunaticpebble]

Now you got me thinking of Henry in the this is fine meme or bendy t posing over Henry crying in the corner i mean what

Customized Hell‼️

oh the horror

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #bendy #henry stein #batdr #bendy and the dark revival #Thank you! #anonymous #for random idea xD

[werewolfaday]

Sire, I'm going to have to ask you to draw the biggest booty werewolf you've ever drawn in your life with no pants, I crave ass and cheek :P

day 117 everybody

#the one time i'll take an anonymous request. thank you lmfao #werewolf a day #werewolf art #werewolf meme #meme #donkey kong #star's asks #anons

[tatck]

Hey, how do you draw sonic characters? I love you art so much!

no good at explaining so instead here are some notes

#hhwAsk #Anonymous #sonic #sth #sonic the hedgehog #tutorial #i suppose #stvh #forgot to say thank you! #my doodles

[markscherz]

You are everything I aspire to be

If parenting has taught me anything, it is the importance of getting down on your hands and knees and teaching not just facts, but love and enthusiasm for the natural world.

This is my son Q and me. I have dozens of photos like this by now, even though he is just two years old.

Every chance I get, I will kneel down with him and show him the little creatures all around us. Especially when they are frogs. He loves frogs for some reason. No idea why.

It is important that we all see this together. It is beautiful. It is magnificent. We are here. It is improbable to the highest degree. It is fleeting, but it is everything we get. And we can get so, so much of it. If we just get our faces into it and really absorb it.

So that's what l'm trying to do here, I guess. Get all of you to join me in the reeds. And I am so happy to have so many of you along for the journey.

#tumblr #lifestyle #advice #life #nature #animals #answers by mark #anon #anonymous #yes the tumblr scientist named his child Q what of it #also you should not aspire to be me #or like me #at all #I am a hot mess #totally chaotic and extremely stressed #months behind on my emails #and badly overcommitted #but of course when all you see are cute frogs I understand why you would feel that way anon #just letting you know that I am struggling just as much as the next person #though of course as a very privileged person it is substantially different than most #my troubles are largely of my own making #anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk

[aru-art]

two-headed calf by laura gilpin

#the magnus archives #tma #michael shelley #michael distortion #gertrude robinson #two-headed calf poem #god what a monster of a project this was to work on. ive never finished a comic before #im so happy its finally done #(/s) please direct any anonymous hatemail for this at my good friend @crestofcethleanns he pitched the idea i just visualised it <3 #also tim (the real one not stoker) (i will never get tired of making this joke) ilysm thanks for being my emotional support #my art #2023 #backgrounds #comics #mag 101 #mag 101 another twist #sorry the quality sucks on mobile #i am by no means a comic artist im just a silly little illustrator #so i didnt know the best way to go about formatting this but liked the idea of scrolling through the drawings :)

[half-bakedboy]

Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it

Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways. 

Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning. 

This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket. 

He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard. 

Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front. 

It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest. 

He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back. 

Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s. 

He’s Buck’s. 

He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it. 

“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek. 

Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror. 

Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks. 

“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—” 

Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern. 

It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. 

When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head. 

“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll. 

“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?” 

“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips. 

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away. 

“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked. 

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”

It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.

(now on ao3)

#911 on abc #bucktommy #kinley #kinkley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #answered #ficlets #my writing #anonymous #911 spoilers #please im actually dying of how soft this is #also i now headcanon that tommy owns a dog #and his name is hercules #and hes an elderly greyhound who used to be a racing dog #thats just what it is now #thanks so much for sending me this prompt 🥺 #also these keep getting so much longer lmao #the feelings are just too intense now #long post

[anonpolls]

Note from Anon:

“Please say your opinion in the tags! I’m asking cuz I have two oc ships and I’m afraid that the age differences might be a problem, the first is a 28 year old x a 31 year old the other is a 41 year old x a 46 year old.”

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#poll #polls #thanks anon! #Submitted May 6 #submitted by anonymous #anonymous #anonpolls #random polls #tumblr polls #poll blog

[rayactive-factory]

You drew sonic in a dress can you draw shadow in a skirt?

hi! two fun things about this ask: 1. i've only posted a sonic in a dress here once, but you'll never guess one of my all-time favourite subject matters (hint 1, hint 2, hints 3 and 4, hint 5, hint 6,,,). so i was very happy to see this in my inbox lol, thank you! 2. you sent it on a day i was meaning to post a shadow in a skirt actually!.. but then i saw this ask and was like, "no, i have to answer first!!!!" so here we go:

#ask talk #ask requests #anonymous #sth #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog 2005 #sonic fanart #sketchbook #kicks and dresses #<— this is my art tag for characters in outfits btw #but we can make another one for just shadow if needed #thanks again for asking!! i love drawing hedgehogs in skirts #whether i can do it is for the viewer to decide on their own though lol

[togamest]

hi hiiii ^^ i just wanted to request how the furin boys + togame would react if they were out shopping with their s/o and they reach their hand out intending to take their bags for them but their s/o mistook it for them asking to hold their hand so they switched their bags in one hand to hold theirs? i just think it'd be rlly cute <3

-> take my hand, love | 1,020 words. gn!reader (reader is called pretty, my love, honey, sweetheart). sfw.

author’s notes: this was absolutely precious to write. i love these boys so much…and i know umemiya would be such a doofus about the whole thing, haha! hope you enjoy! thanks for stopping by <3

Sakura would go bright red out of embarrassment. The one time he tries to be smooth, and you still thwart him with your sweet eyes and downturned lips, confused as to why he looks so off at simply holding your hand. “Did…did I misread?” you eventually say, hesitantly, and his face goes even redder. He’s almost as red as the tomatoes in the produce aisle you’re both walking through. “N-no! Well, yes,” he eventually gets out, “I, uh…wanted to grab the grocery bags. We got a lot of stuff.” He brushes the back of his neck with his hand, and your frown turns upside down as you laugh, squeezing his hand, before replacing your hand with the bags he’d been reaching for.

“B-But I can hold your hand too,” he says, going for your hand in his free one. You can’t help but smile at him. “You’re so cute, you know that?” you say, and he shrugs, looking off at the ceiling, anywhere but you. “Yeah, yeah,” he responds gruffly. But the blush is still there.

Hayato wouldn’t even question it. Really, he is going for your hand, but on principle he tries to grab the bags first; you’d been on a long shopping spree today to get summer clothes, and you had several bags that he could’ve carried with ease. Not that you were struggling, but he hated not helping you with carrying things into the house even though you were quite a self-sustainer. When your hand meets his own, and your smile, so bright, beams at him, he can’t help but ignore his motive and simply smile back. He does tell you on the way home, though, and you’re incredibly embarrassed, dropping your hand from his own. “I’m sorry,” you say, frowning, and Hayato just smiles, taking your hand in his own again. “Not to worry, my love,” he says softly, squeezing your hand in his own, “I still won anyway.”

Next time, he takes the bags first, and doesn’t even let you think about carrying them yourself. If you do, he gives a tut and holds his hand out. “Not today,” he says, grabbing the bags with a smile, “I know you can handle it, but let me do it.” And he always manages to win.

Hiragi has too big of a heart to not tell you what he meant; while he’d have been happy just holding your hand, even though you weren’t much of a hand-holder in the first place, he did see how many bags you had from shopping and couldn’t help but try to kill two birds with one stone; bags first, hand later. He doesn’t laugh at you, or tease you; instead, he swiftly grabs your hand, pulls you close, and snatches the bags from your other hand so quickly that you barely have time to register what happened. “Hir—” you attempt to say, brows furrowing, but he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Wanted to get your bags, honey,” he says smoothly, and your face goes bright red as you pull your hand away. “O-oh,” you stammer out, but he’s faster than you, grabbing your hand again, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I have two hands f’r a reason, you know,” he says, smiling as he squeezes your hand in his own. Your now-free hand moves up to giggle behind it, rolling your eyes. “Smooth talker,” you grumble.

Umemiya laughs hysterically at it, mostly at the perplexed look on your face clearly reacting to the brief confusion on his own. He’s always been carefree and a little silly, but making fun of you for wanting to hold his hand? That’s pretty cold. You yank your hand away, going to storm off when his hand grabs your arm, tugging you back. You look at him, fuming, even more confused as to why he thinks holding your hand is so funny. Does he not like public displays of affection? you think to yourself. Maybe it’s a sign of weakness for him…which isn’t the case as Umemiya’s voice carves right through your thoughts, remorse strong in his eyes. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, apologetically grinning at you, “I was just going to grab your bags. But I’m happy to hold your hand, too! Promise!” His sweet attitude isn’t something you can say no to, so you roll your eyes and let him take your bags, and then your hand.

“Sorry,” you say softly, under your breath, and Umemiya brings you close, wrapping an arm around your waist as your head tucks into his shoulder. “Never apologize, my dear,” he whispers against your head, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Togame doesn’t question it, either. He’ll only tell you once you’re home, and you’re unloading all of the groceries into the fridge when he clears his throat, a devious smirk on his lips as you look over at him, frowning. “Remember when I went to hold your hand today?” he asks, and you nod. You have absolutely no idea where he’s going with this, but as he explains that he meant to grab all the grocery bags you were huffing about, you go bright red, turning away from him and grabbing the eggs, placing them in the fridge. Togame’s throat clears again, and you turn around, annoyed. “What?” you say, a little aggressive, and his expression changes to something close to guilt. “I didn’t mean I didn’t wanna to hold your hand, you know,” he says slowly, handing you the lettuce from the produce bag, “I always wanna hold your hand. I was jus’ sick of hearin’ ya complain about haulin’ all these damn bags by yourself.” You huff, your hands on your hips as you turn away from the open fridge. “And I can, can’t I?” you counter, and he laughs.

“Ya sure can, pretty,” he says, moving to stand right in front of you, clasping the hand at your side in his own, “but let me do it next time, yeah? Gotta keep these hands nice ‘n smooth f’me.”

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[tanblaque]

hello tan! i hope that you are doing well <3

since we are finally in february, it means that it will soon be valentines day...and i wondered how the off valley characters would react if they received a love letter? (from player, maybe...? haha)

let's spread some love this month, please take care of yourself <3 <3 <3

Your collection of the OFF Valley character's reaction to receiving a love letter! Happy heart month. :>

#tan says #anon #anonymous #off valley #off game #off #spoiler #I am doing wonderful. thank you!

[canisalbus]

I love everything about your art. Also one of my friends simps for machete

#thank you! #say hi to your shrimp friend- #simp friend from me #answered #anonymous #own art #own characters #Machete