#tumblr request

[9ffairs]

hello. can you please draw soldier eating a burger thank you.

wahhhh 🤤🤤🤤🤤

#the color desaturated... #tf2 #tf2 soldier #team fortress 2 #chez burger 🤤 #BABY FIRST ANIMATION #soldier eating a burger #THANK YOU FOR THE REQ ^_^ #tumblr request #9ffairs art

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

If you’re still taking requests, can I get LinkedUniverse Time meeting your Time?

It's a really cute idea! I thought Grumpy man would tell Lu Time about Link, and how much he hates him 😂

Lu Time obviously understood that Link is a kid who just messed up

I hope you like it!

Thanks for your ask! 💖

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[realtimefanduboutofcontext]

bing bong what's up you're doing a bad job

SnapCube's Real-Time Fandub | "Shadow the Hedgehog" (2022)

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[mysticwolfentertainment]

I’m a sucker for Husk doing cat things… could you draw him about to pounce on (completely oblivious) Angel?

Here you go!! Hope you like!! This one was really cute, and i think i finally picked a good simple background color!!

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[teaandransacking]

In response to the Lockwood x reader smut I think that the “we might die tonight” concept is good thank youuuu

Hi! I hope you like this.

fever dream high in the quiet of the night

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x female reader ~ Words: 1600 ~ content: heavy petting, swearing, sexual tension

a/n: let's agree that Lockwood is 18 or over for the purposes of this fic, ok? ok thanks.

The room is very still around you.

You wish Lucy and George were here, but they’re back at Portland Row, recovering from rapier wounds. Barely a scratch, Lucy insisted, but Lockwood won’t have anyone working unless they’re at full health.

That should count you out, really. You’re never at full health around him. He’s as distracting and frustrating as he is magnetic. You could just as likely kiss him as punch his stupidly handsome face. Most of the time you think you’d choose to do both simultaneously.

Lockwood eventually shrugs off his coat. You’re in the third (?) sitting room of this manor house in Surrey, waiting for the clock to strike seven. That, according to your clients, is when the Visitors arrive. It’s quarter past six - you’re always early, and for once, Lockwood is, too.

“Getting comfy, are we?” you snark.

He folds his long body into the armchair, and you have to resist looking at his lap. You could easily curl yourself up on it.

He lifts one shoulder in a half shrug. “We should rest while we have the chance. We’ll need our strength later, especially with our reduced numbers.”

You swallow. “Yeah. We’ve got this, though.”

He meets your gaze and nods one, decisively. “We’ll do admirably.” He stretches, and you almost miss it - the tiny wince that passes over his face.

He’s still in pain from the gunshot wound.

It was months ago, but-

Your throat goes tight to think of it. How you and Lucy and George closed ranks around him. How his eyes seemed so dim when he finally opened them. How limp he was.

You must make some sound of disquiet, because his eyes narrow and as always, he sees too much. “Are you all right?”

“Fine.”

He smiles, a little. “I’ll allow that I don’t know a huge amount about girls, but I do know when when they say fine like that, they’re far from it.”

You fold your arms over your chest. “You’re a massive hypocrite, you know that? You force Lucy and George to stay at home and rest, and meanwhile, your shoulder isn’t even fully healed.”

Something flashes across his face - vulnerability or pain, you can’t tell. “It’s fine.”

“Oh, and now who’s insisting they’re fine when they’re not?” You hiss, stalking over to him.

He stands from the chair, his face murderous. “You do not get to be in charge here. It’s my name on the door. I am responsible for all of you.”

“Yes! A job that, might I remind you, you cannot complete if you are dead!”

The word comes out in a sob and, startling yourself, you crumple against him.

His arms come around you instantly, and he gently tugs you down into the chair, urging your legs up so you are curled in his lap. You panic for a second but manage to arrange your rapier so it doesn’t stab either of you.

“You have a fucking death wish, don’t you, you prick,” you try to snap, but the seeing as you’re half-crying, the words don’t have the desired effect.

“Believe it or not, I fear death much more these days, now I have the three of you,” Lockwood says softly, pressing a kiss to your hair.

You freeze, and something in the air crackles.

You’ve never been alone together like this before. There’s always someone else in the house, or you’re walking somewhere - Tesco, Arif’s shop - and suddenly the yawning pit of need that constantly lives inside you around Lockwood opens its maw and begs.

“Can’t you just stay home just once?” you murmur into the soft, clean cotton of his dress shirt. “Just stay safe, for fucking once.”

“I’d be a pretty poor agency head if I did, darling.”

It’s the first time he’s used the endearment and it turns everything inside you to liquid. 

You lift your face and see that he’s gazing down at you, his dark eyes lust-blown, and he’s so tempting and so close. You slide your hand up his chest, cup his cheek. “Every time we do this, we court death. And I don’t want to die before we’ve had the chance to live.”

He inhales sharply at your words, and then his hands - warm and rapier-callused - cup your face and he captures your mouth a kiss.

It’s soft and sweet at first, then hungrier, deeper. Your tongues tangle. He tastes of bergamot and marmalade and it’s both exotic and comforting, and his mouth is pliable and delicious. You have limited time, so despite the fact you could kiss him for hours, days, you want more.

He makes a sad little sound when you break the kiss, and that alone makes you want to dive back in. 

Instead, you shift upwards, move to straddle his lap. When you next look down at him, his gaze is fixed on you, his eyes as black as night. He looks at you as if you personally hung the moon and every single star, and it’s heady, these feelings he always stirs inside you.

His hands slide down to your hips, pulling your body flush against his, and oh. He is definitely as into this as you are. 

His throat bobs as he swallows, and then he says, thickly, “Dreamed about this. Being near you. Like this.”

Your heart clenches. “Me, too,” you admit. You glance at the door. You’ll have to go out there soon. Endanger your life. Lockwood will protect you with his. You know it without a doubt.

“Hey,” he begins, and then he whispers your name in that low, buttery smooth voice. “Just be here with me. Don’t think about anything else.”

You almost snark back that he finally has a good idea, but this moment is perfect. You don’t want to ruin it, so you dip your head and kiss him, let your hands start to work on the knot of his tie. It slides through your hands, silky smooth, and then you’re deepening the kiss, plundering his mouth while your slip one, two, three of his shirt buttons through the tiny eyelets, then spread your greedy palms over the smooth, warm skin of his chest.

He groans into your mouth, and it’s a powerful thing, to rob Anthony bloody Lockwood of words, but then you find that any possible clever quip is stolen at your own mouth as his hands burrow under your jumper and cup your breasts through the bra. You arch into his touch, and he mutters something like “perfection” against your lips as he caresses you.

You grind into each other on the wide, soft armchair. He’s hard where you’re soft, and the pressure is exquisite. Impatient, you reach behind yourself, under your sweater, to unclip your bra, and when Lockwood feels the cups release and your bare skin against his, he swears, low and guttural, and making him come this undone makes you feral for him.

He pushes the hem of your sweater up, breaks the kiss, and then sets a hand under your bottom, urging you up so he can put his mouth on your breasts. His face is just a little rough from half a day’s stubble, and the tiny hurt grounds you as he lavishes attention on one breast and then the next, while the push and pull of pleasure makes you dizzy. You fist your hands in his hair, and it’s warm and silky.

You arch your back, pressing into his mouth, and all you can think is yes and don’t stop, and he doesn’t. He is nothing if not thorough, but then it’s not enough, and you’re impatient, every iota of you on fire. You unsnap your jeans and almost rip open the buttons, taking one of his hands from your chest and shoving it right where you want it.

To his credit, Lockwood is a fast learner - he can’t have become the UK’s youngest agency head for nothing, you suppose - and he finds your clit after a only few fumbles, quickly learning which movements make you cry out and press into his hands. 

You’ve wanted this for so long that you’re soaked, and it doesn’t take long before that tell-tale sensation begins to coil in your belly.

“Say my name,” he murmurs against the curve of your breast. “Please.”

And he circles his finger over you twice more and you come like that, squirming against him, breathing his name -  his first name - and he sighs as he works you through the orgasm, until you’re shuddering from it.

You drop a kiss on his forehead, and you’re about to ask if you can return the favour, find out what he likes, how he tastes, Christ that’d be hot - and the clock strikes seven.

Lockwood withdraws his hand, pulls your jumper down.

“This is not over,” you whisper.

He flashes that megawatt grin. “Not by a long shot.”

And reluctantly, you break apart and get ready to face whatever is behind the door in this old house. 

But you’ll do it together.

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood and co fanfiction #tumblr request

[kryzinz]

Hi can draw subsmoke :)))

I love the gays 🙏💕 I hope you like it!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat art #subsmoke #sub zero #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #mortal kombat smoke #mortal kombat fanart #tumblr request #anon submission #art #art on tumblr #mortal kombat 9

[pumpkinpowder]

May I request Ghostface and Michael being besties 🥺

Ghostie went Weeee

#slashers #slasher #slasher art #request #michael myers #ghostface #Halloween #scream #tumblr request

[saltywithsarcasm]

Can you write some Ussop and Sanji fluff? 🙏🏼

As the frigid night envelops the sea, a freezing atmosphere settles over the ship and the sniper is more than relieved when Franky comes up to the crow’s nest to take his place on lookout shift. Usopp hastens his return to the men's quarters, visibly trembling and clutching his coat tightly. The biting cold seems to seep into every fiber, amplifying the sense of vulnerability in the face of the vast, unforgiving ocean.

It’s unfortunately it’s not much warmer inside than it is outside; Usopp quietly closes the door behind himself, kicking off his boots and begins vigorously rubbing his freezing hands together to warm them up.

“How can you all possibly sleep in this cold?” Usopp whispers to himself, half tempted to crawl into Luffy's bunk for some warmth but unsurprisingly, Luffy and Chopper had already joined Zoro in his bunk. Usopp plops down on the edge of his own bed, rubbing his arms to keep himself warm as he looks around the room, searching for a solution to combat the cold and then, his eyes land on Sanji, fast asleep in his own bunk.

Usopp wraps himself up in his blanket, thinking about whether he should hop into bed with Sanji and wonders if cook would mind the unexpected company. With the limited options he has and a strong desire for warmth, Usopp sheepishly makes his way towards Sanji's bunk, blanket still snugly wrapped around him. He approaches mindfully, hoping for a warm welcome and notices the blonde visibly shivering underneath the blanket.

“…Sanji?” He whispers, giving the other man a little shake against his shoulder and the cook wakes with a sharp breath through his nose. Sanji rolls onto his side, still groggy and rubs his eyes before looking up at Usopp.

“Is it my turn to keep watch?” Sanji mumbles, his eyes still half-closed and Usopp can tell from his expression that Sanji is still in a drowsy state.

“No but it’s freezing and I was wondering if I could bunk with you?” Usopp asks, lightly chuckling awkwardly under his breath before Sanji is lifting the blanket for him as a silent invitation. Usopp quickly places his own blanket on top of Sanji's and gratefully slips underneath both, snuggling up close to feel the comforting warmth radiating from the other man’s body.

He should have known Sanji would be like a furnace, the heat coming off the man is thawing the chilly aches in his bones and leaves him feeling wonderfully cozy and content under the blankets. It didn’t take long before Sanji is fast asleep again, his breath caressing against his face and tousling his hair. Usopp's exhaustion finally catches up with him and leans against his crewmate, finding solace in their closeness.

Usopp feels an arm slip over his side and around his waist, opening one eye to find Sanji still snoozing away. Not that it's surprising, given how loose their sense of personal space is and how Sanji is known for moving in his sleep; Usopp just shrugs it off, being used to his friends clinging onto him by now and shuts his eye again, just enjoying the warmth the other is giving off.

The double layers of blankets are doing a great job keeping them warm. However, he soon realizes it’s working a little too well, that Sanji's body is giving off a bit too much heat and making him feel a little flushed. He tries to wiggle around a bit, hoping to free one of his arms to remove at least one of the blankets but that arm wrapped around him feels like a vice, holding him in place. He knows the moment one of Sanji’s legs slid over his own that he's done for, completely at the mercy of an unconscious chef and just goes completely limp against the mattress as the man uses him like an oversized teddy bear.

Usopp briefly hears Sanji mumbling and lifts his head, thinking he might have woken him up while trying to remove a layer but nope, Sanji is still fast asleep, completely unaware of Usopp's attempts. He’s already sweating buckets but somehow manages to free one of his arms and with the limited range of movement he has, uses it to tug the top layer off, at least down to their waists.

“So much better.” Usopp lets out a sigh of relief as the cool air sneaks through the blanket and refreshes his overheated skin. Finally reaching a comfortable temperature, he decides to close his eyes for some much-needed sleep.

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[fyreflys]

Hey friends! I posted this little drabble I wrote for this Tumblr Request (<- original/unedited version) to my AO3 a month ago & totally forgot to mention it until now (wow I’m so good at self promotion /sarc). I edited it & added a few more details. I’ve kind of really fallen in love with it, & I think you guys probably will too! Go ahead and give it a read if you’d like <3

Birdbath

Everlark • 2.9k words • Teen • No Archive Warnings

Peeta finally comes home to 12 after the war to find Katniss a mess. Somehow, they end up taking a bath, and Peeta becomes a little more hopeful about their future.

#the hunger games #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #fanfiction #fanfic #mockingjay #tumblr prompt #tumblr request

[moqi2004]

uhmmM UHMMM CORN YAOI MARRIAGE BANTER MAYBE? FIC WHERE THEY ARE HAPPY AND MARRIED AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER..........

Anon to let you know I saw you ask this literally like four minutes after the post went up, I was beyond amazed. Ask speedrun award goes to this person.

Also sorry I made your happy happy fic hurt/comfort I couldn't help myself...

Marriage Banter

Words: 913

cross-posted on Ao3

tags: hurt/comfort, wedding anniversary, lazy mornings, breakfast in bed, self-doubt, fluff, Dalv being kinda traumatised but he's doing his best, hugs and kisses, no beta.

Summary: Dalv overthinks about his past. His husband unknowingly cheers him up with a little surprise on a special day.

Fic under the cut :) enjoy

Dalv never expected this would be him. That life could be kind to him. He had spent an entire year hiding… Not of the unknown, mind you - the unknown was his only friend back then. No, it was the known that was truly scary. What he’d seen with his own eyes, felt within his own chest, tasted within his fearful breaths. The sound of her cries… He couldn’t deal with that life, where he could be hurt all over again. No, hiding was safer. His cornfield was there, his projects. Pops and Broom were his only friends… Sure, Penilla and Decibat were kind to him, but that was it. 

Then Clover showed up. Clover, who reached out their hand even when Dalv attacked them. Clover, who showed them he couldn’t predict the world by hiding. Clover, who made time to visit him in Snowdin. Clover, who he never got a chance to say goodbye to… 

No. Dalv’s eyelids fluttered open. Now was not the time for that. Not today.

He rolled over to his side, only to find the bed empty. Where… Where was his husband? This wasn’t the first time Dalv had woken up alone, but usually he knew about it beforehand. He knew that they would be spending the day together, and yet his absence only made him paranoid… Dalv shook his head. Not. Today. No getting in his own head! Everything would be okay. Everything is-

Dalv snapped to attention. The door creaked open, just a notch. For a few seconds, there was nothing… From the gap in the door, Dalv could see something. He squinted, focusing as hard as he could, and yet he couldn’t make it out. It was then that, higher up from the object, something yellow moved to peek through the crevice. An eye was staring at him, the white shining from the glasses protecting them. He noticed it widen, which made Dalv lift a hand up to suppress his laughter.

“Dal, yer not supposed to be awake! Goshdarn it…”

Dalv couldn’t hold it in, his face scrunching as he giggled. The door fully opened itself to reveal his husband, dressed in casual teal sweatpants and a black shirt with a sleeping horse on it reading “ride off into dreamland”. Dalv recalled that Starlo’s posse got that shirt for him. Dalv then realised what the object he couldn’t describe was: the corner of a tray. It was now fully in view, holding two steaming breakfast plates. On it was some sausages, hash browns, and-

“Corn?” Dalv tilted his head slightly, a fond smile forming on his face.

“‘Course!” Starlo smirked proudly, “straight from my parent’s farm! Only the best fer you.”

Starlo walked next to Dalv and carefully placed the tray in his lap, the fresh corn smell causing Dalv’s mouth to water. Starlo leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Dalv’s cheek before moving to his side of the bed, sliding in next to his husband and reaching over for his own plate of food.

“Mmmm, this is so good,” Dalv munched contently, “your cooking is getting better and better by the day.”

“I hope so,” Starlo sighed, “can’t have Martlet fixin’ the stove again…”

“Or Ceroba scolding you,” Dalv smiled.

“Angel above, especially not that…”

“Oh, uh, and about that entrance?”

“It was suppos’ta be a surprise!” Starlo moved his hand to rest between the points on his head, “nothin’ much, mind you, but just a lil’ somethin fer-”

Dalv watched, amused, as Starlo’s face flushed a deep red. Starlo collected himself with a deep breath, a tell Dalv had learnt over the last year of their marriage and their time dating before that. Starlo quickly flipped to his North Star persona, leaning towards Dalv with a wink.

“A lil’ somethin for the most charmin vampire in the Wild East.”

Dalv felt his own cheeks warm at the corny attempt at flirting. Even after Starlo grew more confident to be himself around Dalv, he still couldn’t deny being charmed by both sides of his husband - the confident sheriff and the dorky farmboy. Starlo then leaned forwards to press a light peck to Dalv’s lips. The contact was fleeting and brief, yet it hit Dalv square in his soul. He turned away, beet red, noticing Starlo do the same out of the corner of his eye. Dalv melted completely at the sight.

The two of them soon recovered from their lovestruck thoughts and enjoyed their lazy morning breakfast, Starlo chatting constantly between mouthfulls.

“So, I’ve got tha whole day planned out,” he gave Dalv finger guns, “first, this. Then imma give you my gift; thought I’d tell ya instead of makin’ it a surprise. Then we’ll head on down to Snowdin for a lunch break, cause I know ya love the food they’ve got over at the Honeydew Resort. After that, we come back here and celebrate a lil bit with Ceroba, Martlet, and my posse. And finally, there’s nothin planned for the evenin’! Just, uh, potentially cowboy movies and cuddlin..? I didn’t wanna do anything too crazy since I know yer prefer time to recharge and-”

“It sounds perfect, Star,” Dalv leant against Starlo’s shoulder, content.

Dalv mentally thanked Clover for allowing him this chance. For the opportunity to make friends, to take steps he never thought possible. Without meeting Clover, Dalv would have never met Starlo.

“Happy Anniversary, Dal,” Starlo wrapped his arms around Dalv’s smaller frame, “love ya’.”

“Love you too.”

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Author's note:

ANON I HOPE THIS IS GOOD HONESTLY I MIGHT HAVE GONE TOO FAR FROM WHAT YOU WERE ASKING FOR BUT ONCE THE IDEAD WAS IN MY HEAD I COULDN'T STOP ;w;

As of making this post (the 16th of January 2024) asks are still open! You can find more info by going to my pinned blog post :)

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[9ffairs]

HEAVY TF2 TUMMY !! !! !!

#HEAVY TF2 TUMMY #so real #tf2 #tf2 heavy #team fortress 2 #tumblr request #i have never drawn hevy before but i tried

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

What happens if you shine a really, REALLY powerful flashlight on dark link?

Approximately this...

Now I can't get it out of my head that it could be scary to find yourself with him in a dark room, it's disturbing that he appears and disappears with the light 😅

Thanks for your ask! 💖

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[realtimefanduboutofcontext]

“you’re mad because people sin? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” it makes me cackle everytime plz :3

SnapCube's Real-Time Fandub | "Shadow the Hedgehog" (2022)

#dubposting #real-time fandub #snapcube #out of context #real time fandub #snapcube's real-time fandub #2022 #shadow the hedgehog (episode) #shadow the hedgehog (character) #shadow the hedgehog #requested anonymously #tumblr request #request #requested during the strike no less #THIS IS THE 300TH POST ON THE TUMBLR PROFILE

[mysticwolfentertainment]

Request: Vox and Val, on a date at little cafe, making their popsicles kiss (these)

I love these idiots so much

After reading your ask i immediately had an idea!! I was trying to go for a cotton candy background but i hate it! Oh well 😅 (also i just now realized you wanted a cafe, sorry bout that 😅😅😅)

Hope you like!!

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[wowbright]

Sometimes I wish I had the option to remove the original post from a reblog chain, because the original post isn't that great but the reblog is amazing and stands on its own.

But in those instances I often end up not reblogging at all, because I just assume most people have "shorten posts" turned on and won't find the content of the original post interesting enough to click through to the entire thread. Which is a bummer, because there are some really good reblogs out there.

#tumblr #how to tumblr #tumblr request

[kryzinz]

hello i saw your subsmoke fanart and love it can you maybe draw suggestive or nsfw subsmoke bottom smoke is ok if no sorry I have bad English :)

‼️Softcore Content Ahead‼️

Subsmoke art has been done! Made this wholesome while it is suggestive. Hope you enjoy this 💕🙏

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat art #mortal kombat fanart #art #sub zero #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #mortal kombat smoke #subsmoke #tomas x kuai #tumblr request #anon submission #art on tumblr #mortal kombat 11 #the gays #ship art