#hope that's okay!

[draagu]

yo!! @boyswhowawa

your foxificer!!! because one homygosh they are so cool and two! because you are really awesome! all the little doodles and drawings you make are amazing and you are such a nice person!

hope ya like it :D

#my art #would've answered the ask with this but I didn't want to confuse people to think I'm doing requests #hope that's okay! #and augh the floof is so fun to draw #your floofy scugs are awesome

[oldmanenjoyer]

If you’re alright with it, I’d love to see something with Noise! Maybe a polite, caring and respectful lover who’ll always be at home waiting for him. Someone to cook him dinner every night, who’d let him lay his head down on their lap as he vents and relaxes as they pet his head, someone to hold him close at night..

I’m very normal about this little gremlin. Very, very normal. I want to see this man domesticated.

You two are an enigma to everyone else. The Noise is, well, the Noise. And you seem to be his complete opposite. You have gentle hands and a gentle voice, while the Noise is all about shouting and bombs. How do you two even make it work?

They don't see the tiredness that weighs on y our little rat man once he comes home in the afternoons. The way he slugs in, kicking off his uniform (be it the costume or the suit) just to walk into your waiting arms. You easily lift him into a warm hug, the silence a rare peace for such a chaotic man.

The Noise could fall asleep in your arms, if you'd let him. But he is hungry too, so he reluctantly lets you set him down at the table to ready and eat. He always horks it down too, whatever you made, no matter how tired he is. Your food makes him feel like he hasn't eaten in days and he's finally found the buffet he's been crawling about the desert for.

Afterwards, when he's rounder and even more pliant, you carry him to the couch for snuggling. He flips the TV to some old show and curls up in your lap. You run your fingers through his hair as you watch, making soft comments occasionally, not that he's really paying attention.

Come morning, he's tearing you out of bed to dance the morning away, breakfast serving out faster than you thought possible. But for now, he's curled up against you stomach, smiling as you scratch his back.

And the love you both feel keeps you warm throughout the night.

#pizza tower x reader #the noise x reader #noise x reader #i added reference to the “normal man” worksona he has in here #plus how he's called a rat man sometime #hope that's okay! #i like those headcanons for him

[bouquetshark]

Hello there! Is it ok to do a request for Royal Margarine Cookie x reader. Asking him a one date

Royal Margarine x Barkeep!Reader

As a general baseline, Royal Margarine is a naturally flirtatious, passionate and charismatic individual— catching stares everywhere he goes for his handsomeness, and his ADORABLE Wyvern!

• The day you met Royal Margarine Cookie, who walked in was the day your eyes set on him, and him only. You'd never been so in love with any cookie before! Even if you'd only talked to him a handful of times—and he was very flirty the entire time you two talked, despite it being a very clear front for his true social awkwardness and lack of eye contact. But, that didn't matter to you.

Y/N work's at the tavern, being a cook in the back and waiter in the front. After all, there can't just be 3 Cookie's running the place!

• And being you, you immediately sought him out on a date. In your own special way, of course.

• You sat next to him in the tavern— it was your day off. Smiling at him with a wink as you wrote your number on a piece of paper, and handing it to him discreetly. You blew a kiss on the way out. Of course, Royal Margarine was quite the flirt, but to have a Cookie as beautiful as you sit next to him?! And give him your number?! It was like a dream come true!

• The next day, Margarine sat at the bakery, anxiously awaiting your arrival with a coffee in hand. Buttercream at his side, her had rest on his shoulder.

• as you walked in and sat down across from him, you swore you heard Margarine mumble something under his breath.

• “This is the one. I just know it.”

#cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cookie run kingdom #cookie run headcanons #cookie run #royal margarine cookie #i took a couple creative liberties with this one #hope that's okay!

[freshcutswag]

My Yyh dating timeline..

(NOT SATIRE!!!)

-

Hi guys!

#yu yu hakusho #yusuke urameshi #x reader #this is a joke #or not idk #send help #love #romance #timeline #anime and manga #shoujo #shonen #story #This is from the lovey Yyh4ever #Thought it'd be funny to edit #hope that's okay! #first time on tumblr #hi! #satire

[overnightheartbeats]

continued from here // @dedicatedesire

His momentary silence led her to believe she had made a point, it wasn't often she had those wins. Phoebe almost wanted to say, I told you so. But, of course, he made an even better point. They were both single. Her and Dillon met in...odd circumstances, telling others they met at grief counseling sessions was not the most normal thing. It was nice though, having someone in her life who understood her grief and everything that came with it.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I count your dates towards your non-singleness." Was that a word? Probably not, but she hoped it made sense. As Dillon explained, she tentatively glanced over at him. That was the worst feeling. Knowing that the person you're seeing doesn't have a chance, because you'll inevitably compare them. Setting a standard that both parties know won't be met. "I get that, no one will ever be them," she spoke in agreement. "Do you tell them?" Referring to their loss. And, oddly enough, she quoted her old counselor. "Patty would always tell me to be honest about my past with whoever I began seeing, gives them a better chance. It sorta works, they try to be more understanding, and it makes it hard...to hide behind that when shit goes wrong."

#dedicatedesire #hi thanks for the reply! :) #I moved it to a new thread because I clowned and this was still a legacy post..not beta #hope that's okay!

[ethtyn]

moments from the charity stream that made me soft as hell, 3/∞

[transcript:

Martyn: (reading donations)

Bdubs: "go sit with Etho"? good—good idea. very good idea.

Martyn: (reading donations)

Bdubs: he's glad. he's glad.

(chatter)

Bdubs: he's happy i sit with him.

(chatter)

Bdubs: Etho, big fan of Bdubs, big fan.

end transcript.]

#hccs22 #vonswayenthusiast.mp4 #hermitblr #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #transcribed #sorry for not fully transcribing this one. energy levels are dropping and the donations being read were not the focus anyway #hope that's okay!

[genshin-hsr-rambles]

any hcs abt gaming? man needs more love

Gaming Headcanons:

Definitely the kind of guy to help the elderly. Probably does small wushou dance performances for retirement homes.

Though typically busy, in his free time he likes to try replicate some of Xiangling’s recipes. Always makes them way too spicy.

Has a lot of obscure talents he discovered before he settled on wushou dancing as his career.

Very family-oriented. Big brother figure of a lot of Liyue’s younger residents as a result.

Brings Baizhu and Qiqi presents every now and then to thank them for their help.

Though they don’t see eye to eye, he hopes his dad can be proud of him one day.

Good conflict resolution skills. Often has to deal with Hu Tao and Qiqi’s issues.

Would love beach volleyball. This one is just a feeling.

Sometimes when people cancel their deliveries, he ends out with the cancelled package. Takes it to Xianyun whenever this happens to see if she can use it for her inventions.

His love languages are quality time and acts of service. Still enjoys and partakes in the others, but those are definitely the main ways he expresses his love.

Has worked with Kirara a few times, they get along well.

Used to get really nervous before wushou dances. Even though he’s quite skilled at it now, he still gets a little nervous.

Very empathetic; doesn’t really hold grudges.

Gaming, Nahida and Yoimiya would absolutely get along and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Enjoys chess but isn’t very good at it.

#hope that's okay! #i can always do more if you want #gaming is precious #genshin #genshin impact #genshin rambles #genshin impact rambles #gaming #genshin gaming

[the-haunted-office]

Night stepped out of the office. She was getting a bit bored just wandering around the hallways, and plus, there really wasn't all that much the Foundation was interested in, in there. They always wanted more. "ooh, what's the local climate like? how about flora or fauna?" she muttered and rolled her eyes, and tapped her wristband indicating that she was about to start recording data. Then, she swung a heavy backpack (who knows where it came from) onto her shoulders, and proceeded to wander off into the outside lands.

-@nightwing-scp

Upon exiting the office, there are the following things that can be readily seen:

The ground, most of which is covered in a mixture of dirt and varying lengths of grass of varying species.

Insects and a few small lizards scurrying around here and there, many of which were not evolved at the time humanity ended.

An abandoned camp. There are tents and a couple of burned out fire pits. There are no people present, but this is because this is where the slasher zombies were setting up camp waiting for the inhabitants of the Haunted Office to venture forth and become their next victims. The zombies are gone now, thanks to the Lobster Mafia.

A pile of what appears to be garbage, which is full of artifacts from the world before it ended - shoes, purses, bottlecaps, scraps of clothes, some bits of unidentifiable plastic, rocks. It looks like it has been dug through and this is because Thursday has been picking through it and collecting colorful pieces of smoothed down glass and other interesting things.

Bushes, shrubs, brambles, vines, trees; all manner of flora.

No animals outside of birds and insects and the small lizards. Not yet. Or at least none that can be readily seen. Or at least nothing that resembles an animal.

In the distance, towering over even the tallest trees, are skyscraper buildings. Oddly enough, they tremble and sway in the breeze, looking at some points like they might break or topple over, but they don’t. They’re moving in a solid, fluid motion that’s baffling to the eye, like stalks of seaweed swaying in an ocean current. And when the wind moves just right, eerie howling sounds fill the air from all around, the sounds of the structures speaking to each other.

Smaller buildings scattered about haphazardly and with no visible pattern unlike the way humans would lay out their environment with careful planning. They are in varying states of decay, although some appear to be in great shape.

The sky, marred by checkered spaces filled in with ads that are playing on an endless loop. Anything and everything from cars, car insurance, homeowner’s insurance, renter’s insurance, health insurance, insurance for your pets, fast food, slow food, soda, beer, perfume, cologne, make-up, clothing, medicines, medications, salves, anti-aging creams, face masks, masks for each part of your face, toys, collectibles, and all manner of things in between. Thankfully the volume either appears to be on mute or broken, because there is no sound emitting from them.

Nothing else of note appears to be going on.

Night's gadgets, however, may note that although it is the beginning of February, traditionally a cold winter month, the ambient outside temperature is a balmy 76 degrees. The sky is blue and fairly clear, save for a few wispy clouds high up above even the sky ads. For all appearances, it could be a pleasant spring day.

#nightwing scp #oooooh excited to see Night join in! #i copied and pasted the same opening sequence that everyone gets #it's so everyone is on the same page #hope that's okay! #i did add some extra at the end in response to your ask though :) #post-apocalyptic fictional earth

[ohmylcve]

closed starter for @mycrymes ! plot on source :p

"i thought i was clear when i said we were done." megara said with her classic tone of irony, clearly teasing them: it was pretty clear that it didn't matter "that being said, you've got no right to act like an asshole the whole party just 'cause i brought someone else." even though she said all that, the amusement her expression held was pretty much saying the opposite.

#megara's #mycrymes #hope that's okay! #let me know if it's not :)

[roleplayingspinosaurus]

“I’m just trying to find out why you’re here”

@cursedxmuses

“My own?” She seemed rather confused at the concept, but she was visibly much more relaxed now that he looked less like a normal human. She grew roses in her hair as well to match his, but they looked rather sickly and pale in comparison.

“I will be sure to repay your kindness, Sir.”

He noticed the confusion and began to elaborate. “Your own, yes. Some of my creatures are rather...territorial, but my forest has areas aplenty that are not yet claimed by anyone... or anything, so you could try to create a home in one of those. That being said, best to get settled first and see how you fit in before we make any big decisions.” 

He’d started walking towards the place he considered home. While the whole forest was his, this one specific ruin was what he considered to be entirely his and his alone. A few select creatures of the forest were allowed to enter, but most stayed away, knowing that it was his territory. 

#Moved the ask to a post since it's easier to trim this way #hope that's okay! #also no worries just glad to see you're back #Forest of Forever AU #the deer #cursedxmuses

[wayward40k]

@ask-the-sanctus-militant

Mahvaris had to duck themself down behind a rockrete wall, taking the momentarily lull between skirmishes to try to catch their breath. Their last attacker was just around the corner, neatly impaled on his own cobbled-together spear as it groaned under the Ork’s weight. If they’d known there were currently Orks planet-side, the hybrid would’ve tried their luck elsewhere. 

Not that their luck was ever kind to them, it seemed. Various scrapes stung in the hot breeze, and throbbing aches in their muscles reminded them they weren’t in the best condition to be fighting. A scarf was tied tight around their head, both to hide the poitiness of the hybrid’s ears, and to stem bleeding from a gash they’d gotten not four minutes earlier.

At least it sounded like the fighting was dying down, but-

A low hiss escaped them, almost in warning, as Mahv heard heavier footsteps heading in the direction of their present hiding place. A knife was silently pulled from their belt as their heart thundered in their chest, prepared to stab another potential attacker from hiding.

#ask the sanctus militant #The Wanderer #hope that's okay!

[avastyetwats]

❛ calm down. you’re okay, you’re safe. it was just a dream. ❜ (stede to izzy)

It was his voice that pulled Izzy from the nightmares. It was his voice that saved him from the darkness, that kept him afloat when he was drowning. Something Izzy would've never thought he'd admit to - and he wouldn't out loud - but here he was, having been woken by Stede fuckin' Bonnet. Having been saved from the painful nightmares. He was sat up now, covered in sweat and panting, his hand holding onto Bonnet's wrist which he hadn't even realized until he felt Bonnet's other hand on his forearm, touching him with a gentleness that he wasn't quite used to and fuck, it both calmed him and made him more anxious. He looks around the room, reminding himself of where he is, but why was Bonnet here? Was he yelling in his sleep? Was... was he crying out? His cheeks felt wet, and not just from the sweat, and his eyes were watery, too. Fuck, he'd been crying. Bonnet probably heard him. Did anyone else? Still...

"The fuck are you even doing in here, Bonnet?" He questions as he withdraws his hand, embarrassed that he'd been holding onto Bonnet in such a way, yet... already missing it. And despite his question, he felt comforted by him. He felt... safe and he was thankful he intervened, even if he was embarrassed. But the fact that he wasn't yelling at him to get out was something. It spoke volumes. As was the fact that even though he pulled his own hand away, he wasn't shoving Bonnet's off of him.

#old meme that i suddenly felt inspired for #hope that's okay! #c; izzy hands #indestructiblelittlefuckers

[lost-shoe]

Before and After Colouring

I was tagged by the very lovely and talented @sensitivehandsomeactionman - thank you for thinking of me! :)

I love love LOVE seeing others’ colouring styles, so if you’re reading this and you make gifs/edits, consider yourself tagged please (and let me know, I wanna seeee!)!

I picked three examples from three fandoms I generally post in:

#tag games #giffing #gifmaking #colouring #supermanandloisedit #jensenedit #buckybarnesedit #I liked the way you presented your Before And Afters so I did the same #hope that's okay!

[demcnsinmymind]

@little-miss-buffy liked for a starter! | SC still open

One would think he'd ever get sick of abandoned buildings. Always the same smells. Always the same sights. Creepy and dangerous, really. And certainly with a history of...questionable things happening. But still. There's still that certain something about it. The allure of not knowing what's around the next corner. What he'll see. What he'll find. Another shithole or....paradise. Well, this time, it's blonde. A person. Coming around the same corner he'd been trying to round just now. Pretty much a whirl wind of motion and something there. Making him curse and put his defenses straight up. Because even though it isn't unexpected per se, it's still startling as shit.

"Jesus, fuck! You scared the hell out of me!" he gasped, reaching for his chest on instinct, then taking a few steps back. Not just to get some safe distance between him and the stranger, but also to get a better view of them. Her. Looking completely out of place and yet...not. "Am I interrupting something here?" he asks, more of a reflex and immediately on the defense just so she can't get the first question in.

#little-miss-buffy #buffy tag pending #verse tag pending #not sure yet if I'm setting this in my pre canon or post canon #pre canon means him being more of a douchebag #post means your friendly neighborhood hell spawn is part of the package #I'll see what her reaction sparks in me :) #hope that's okay!

[starshieldrogers]

@zemothethirteenth​

“Legal in what country?" Zemo offered a vague smile. "There may be very few things we agree about, Captain, but I suspect even you can agree that breaking some laws is the lesser evil to letting Hydra get a foothold again."

“... start talking.”

He certainly wasn’t pleased about this, but just hearing out what Zemo had to say wouldn’t cause any harm... and it might just provide him with the information he was currently lacking.

#zemothethirteenth #moving to a separate thread so it's easier to manage notifs #hope that's okay!

[sheisthenorth]

@jazzborn : continued from here.

Jenna tilts her head to the side, gently, watching the other. From her scent, and her appearance, it's obvious that Peg is expecting a puppy. Perhaps even a litter. Jenna's glad that she's found this warm place. ❝ I'm Jenna. It's lovely to meet you, Peg. Here. Please; you should stay warm. ❞

Moving toward Peg, Jenna lowers her head, allowing her scarf to fall to the floor. She then picks it up with her mouth and drapes it over Peg's shoulders.

#sorry i had to make it into a new thread because it's so old that it wouldn't let me edit it haha #hope that's okay! #* ━━ 𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : short thread. #jazzborn