#hope you still like it

[unu-nunu-art]

Happy New Year 2024 🎆✨🎆

[angels-holocaust]

Costas Mandylor wearing glasses requested by anon

[jackharloww]

Can you write about Jack being cold? Maybe the reader wakes up and he’s shivering so she covers him with more blankets and he’s actually awake so he begs her to cuddle. Just something soft please

“You’re shaking”

You woke up due to Jack shuffling like crazy in bed, he kept tossing and turning not getting any sleep. You rubbed your eyes before sitting up with the help of your elbow, you turned around to look at Jack, seeing him under the cover with a black tank top on, shaking like crazy from being cold.

You shook your head, who goes to sleep in a tank top in this weather you thought and let out a sigh. You pulled away the cover from your body and just then you heard his voice.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He mumbled tiredly and opened his eyes to look at you.

“You’re shaking” you said

“Weeell, Can we cuddle” he said giving you a pout.

You only shook you head at him and fully sat up to go grab him a hoodie and another blanket. You walked back to the bed only a few seconds later, and handed him the hoodie.

“Thank you” he mumbled and sat up to wear it before slumping down onto the bed again, pulling the cover up as you laid the other blanket on top of him. You crawled back to your side of the bed yawning very loudly, making Jack chuckle at you.

“Sorry” he said once more, you gave him a small smile shaking your head.

“Don’t worry about it, are you warm now?” Your hand caressed his cheek

“A little bit, but i still want cuddles” he reminded you, giving you another pout and puppy eyes. You chuckled and laid down on you back opening your arms for him. He laid on his stomach, put his head on you chest and wrapped an arm around your waist. You played with his hair and only after a few minutes, you both fell into a deep sleep.

[cookiewoli]

Here's some sketch for @peenuttg with Teddy 👀

You can have him. ╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ

(ngl these sketch are also a training for male anatomy)

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source:

Imagine being Bruce's wife and one day the League meets an alternate version of you who is the protege/Batwoman for Thomas Wayne's Batman.

------- Imagine -------

He couldn’t believe it. He knew this word was different than their own, knew that things would be just from seeing the brief news casts and radio broadcasts on the way here showing that his father was alive. The team had asked few questions, clearly knowing he was just as curios and confused as the rest of them as to how Barry had gotten them here and why. The decision had been made to start at Wayne manor as familiar ground and go from there. He had agreed hoping to find answers in this world, if not his own.

What he never thought he would find though, was a bat case very similar to his own with his wife standing in it across from him. “Get. Out.” She, you, repeated. He noted the way she bent her knees slightly and canted her upper body forward as if ready to attack if need be. So, he did the only thing he could think of. He said your name.

[blueinkphantom]

Happy Holidays, @thal-ent ! I'm your secret santa for the @dreblrsecretsanta :D

I wrote something for the second prompt ("Rivals being cute post prison escape").

I hope you enjoy it! (Looked through your blog for some things i added (e.g. bunny hybrid c!dream).)

[hedgeartzone]

ArtFight Revenge Attack for @soupercreeper

[kingsansa]

Prompt for pp. Jon watches Sansa skate again

If he times it just right, he gets a minute. Sometimes more.

She’s got dibs on the ice as soon as school lets out. From three to five, it’s hers and nobody else’s. Perks of her family owning the place. Her music plays loud enough that the creaking of the door is lost in the crescendo of violin. Still, he always makes sure to close it carefully, so that he doesn’t disturb her.

So that he gets his minute.

Her parents always joked that she knew how to skate before she knew how to walk, and every time he sees her on the ice, he gets why. Every glide is smooth, every turn is effortless, every gesture she makes with her hands purposeful yet natural, too. She is a streak of baby blue on the ice, pony tail whipping behind her, skirt fluttering around her thighs.

She never notices him.

Jon knows all about that, getting lost on the ice. The pound of your heart and the raggedness of your breath serving as the soundtrack to your rush. Only recently, he ‘s discovered he gets a similar when he isn’t playing at all.

When he gets here half an hour before practice, just so that he can watch her for that one minute.

It wasn’t a purposeful thing the first time. He’d come to the rink early before practice to drop off the house key with his mom last year, and just saw her there. Even after years of the same schedule, the same hours, it still surprised him that she was there.

She surprised him.

Flushing cheeks and bright eyes, dabbing at her brow with the back of her wrist. The stubborn set of her jaw before she jumped, the rise and fall of her chest, her hands impatiently swiping over her black leggings.

It took him longer than it should have to realize that it wasn’t just skating, or her skating. It was her.

It’d be one thing if he could have just left that moment, that feeling, down at the rink, never to be thought of again. But it kept sneaking up on him. At the Stark house, when she answered the door, at lunch, when she sat beside him just because there was room, in the halls even, when she smiled as she walked past him, just to be polite.

All of it, it’s nothing to her. But it’s something to him.

Even if he doesn’t know what.

“Need something, Snow?”

He stopped walking and hadn’t even realized it, and it just had to be in Brienne Tarth’s range of vision. On the ice, her arms are crossed over her chest as she stares at him, blue eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Shit.

Before he can even answer, Sansa skids to a stop, looking around for the offender in question, before her eyes land on him.

“Oh,” She says, bemused but always, always so sweet. “Hi, Jon.”

Hi Jon. Two words out of the very few in the shared lexicon they refer to when interacting with each other. A solid third of it is just different variations of hello. Another third is reserved for courtesies, please, thanks, sorry. That remaining third? Miscellaneous. The frightening, awkward unscripted that he somehow managed to survive.

“Hey,” He says back, short and maybe a little too brusque. He shoves open the door of the locker room and barrels into safety.

He spends the next 12 minutes cursing himself, taping up his sticks, and trying to summon the courage to fill up his water bottle in the rec room. When the first of teammates start to filter in, he takes advantage of the cover they give him, and hopes he can get there and get back unnoticed.

Except just as he’s about to enter, she comes out, hydroflask in hand. She steadies herself on the doorframe at the same time his hand hovers at her elbow.

And even though he didn’t touch her, when he lets it drop to his side, it burns.

“Sorry,” they say, at the exact same time.

Sansa laughs.

She’s changed out of her practice clothes, into leggings and a hoodie that might belong to Robb. Her bottle is tucked underneath her arm and her duffel bag is over her shoulder and so is her hair, out of its pony tail.

She sidesteps him, tossing over her shoulder, “Have a good practice.”

Then she’s gone.

Heart thrashing wildly, annoyingly in his chest, Jon fills up his water bottle, and he tries to think about anything that isn’t her.

[kirlias452]

D...Do you still write x readers?? If so, can you write a Pim x reader from smiling friends..? Like, it's the reader's and Pim's first kiss? .3.

Coming right up!

😁 A few dates in, Pim felt as if his relationship with you were strong enough.

😁 He hadn’t gotten a kiss from them ever since they both started dating, he just knew that this the moment he gets to kiss you.

😁 At dinner, he puts his hands on his your face, smiling.

😁 “Y-you know, ever since I’ve dated you, I never really got to… y’know, kiss you. Like you kissed me on the cheek, but… Heh, I’m probably talking nonse—” he was immediately silenced by you kissing him on the lips.

😁 When they pulled away, he was red as a tomato. He stuttered like crazy as he tried to take in what you did. He instantly smiled and giggled, hiding his bushing face in his hands .

[zialinart]

Can you draw officer Vanessa from FNAF Security Breach? :3

Of course !

[unu-nunu-art]

Happy Valentine's Day 💕

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[petscoboba]

I want Toby Fox three years after the last chapter to make a game where it's just the Fun Gang going on a road trip to the east coast to go fishing. They raid a gas station on the way to grabs snacks for the road (and the lobsters they catch). Happy April Fool's.

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[sergle]

the threshold has been crossed, it is now springtime!!

[wetslug]

ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless