#ask pppp

[ask-pppp]

How y'all feeling about exploding?

[I- I’d really rather you didn’t explode us??? I mean, if you really want to explode us then at the very least only d- <Message redacted>, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t do it at all.]

(if you are going to explode one of us then do it to ASH)

(only joking of course dont explode any of us)

(but i mean if you do decide to-)

{dust please theres an “asker” or whatever ASH calls them}

[theapollospectrohelioscopic]

The dust, ASH, SnoW ask blog has been created!

@ask-pppp!

Please, I put so much time into the introduction post. I know it may look daunting due to its length, but please?

[cakebatteronabrickwall]

⭐  because i fully ask you about specific lines all the time already😭

from this post

It's kinda hard to be given free choice here lol, but I'm gonna pick a managable little part from Painter, Piper, Prisoner, Pawn. In chapter 7 in the scene where River has s sort of panic attack and Spider somewhat walks him through it like this:

"Take a breath. Hold it, count to ten, release it." (...) “Okay, do it again. And this time, shake your shoulders after, and snap your fingers.”

He gives him that advice, and not only does River recall him doing that at some point in the past when faced with the aftermath of a physical fight, but I actually wanted to reference the little "dance" Spider does right before Pashkin arrives in the Glasshouse. The hands flexing and not quite knowing were to put them, rolling back and trying to relax the shoulders-- I wanted to give that context. It actually repeates throughout the story. Like a nervous tick, maybe something deeper. In chapter 9 James is described like this:

He cleared his throat and flexed his fingers, as he was prone to do whenever he felt watched.

And in chapter 10 after the horrible no good dinner date, he does this as well:

Once his feet were planted back on ground level, back to the pavement and busy streets, James took a deep breath. He held on to it, flexed his fingers and exhaled as slowly as he could.

So, yeah, I guess one could watch out for moments like this in the future chapters as well. This isn't a 100% promise but I do want to give this an eventual payoff as well.

[tabieeee]

*Stands there shooketh while pointing at a rather sharp looking fella*

Omg! Look! It's a wild Sawman! Is it a friend or foe? Why does it have such a different type of hardware head compared to the other alliances, quick! What do you do? -Salvador

I think he's pretty busy at the moment @strux-the-entity @askthesmoltitans

[disgustinggf]

How does one obtain a photo of said nipple piercings Madame?

if u rly wanted 2 see them u would figure it outttt !

[ryl33qrtiz]

Look! New ship /BJ

I already saw this in Pinterest i know :)

[rogdona]

i adore how well you do volumes in 3D etc it all looks so graceful

UR NOT GONNA BELIEVE HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME!!!!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

trying to convey volume is something ive been trying to get better at, IM AM SOSOSO HAPPY U LIKE IT!!!! TYSMMMM, REALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[feathersinthesun]

youre the reason im this gay n patheticccc

s your faultttt

hehehehe yay <3333 /silly /evil

[takeariskao3]

87 and 88

Draco and Dobby!

🥵

aroused by her voice + erotic dreams

“Please,” Draco heard himself whine.

“Shhh… Dobby knows what young Master Draco needs.”

Draco awoke drenched in sweat and instantly felt he was on the verge of being sick. Except for the second pulse pounding in his– *GUNSHOT*

SEND ME TWO TROPES AND A SHIP

[ask-pppp]

[Hello, it's us from the @4c-heliosjunoatlas blog. Just checking in on you all.]

(How are you guys!!!??)

{I am also curious if you are all okay.}

<bok..>

[Oh, and for ASH, since i think you might find it interesting...]

○woah! Mind has gifted... a book of various Edgar Allen Poe stories!!○

(im… about the same as usual)

[*Staring at the book of Edgar Allen Poe stories* …]

{I have the same answer as dust Im about the same as usual}

[… I’m going to put this next to the plastic raven I have named Aldri Mer.]

{… Aldri Mer what kind of name is that}

[It is Norwegian for “nevermore”. “Aldri” means never, and “Mer” means more.]

{… Right… Why is your voice even duller than usual}

[…]

<I’m quite good! I finally have a physical form! I… Still don’t have a name��� But I suppose I can wait>

<Wait, if ASH made my physical form, does that make her my parent-? … Let’s not think about that-!>

<Anyways, I think I’m going to make it so that Powder and Ember can also answer>

<Oh, also, Angel seems to be intrigued by Darrell’s presence>

*Bunny noises*

h-huh… who are these people talking to me…? i uhh… im… fine… i guess… thanks for asking…?

I’m doing great! Better than ever! : )

[cakebatteronabrickwall]

It's quite intriguing to watch Louisa and River, wondering "Is she/he alright?" while being drawn into a sexual encounter by those two who "look like people you'd find wandering the streets after a long night of questionable decisions". And I'm curious when and why you think Shirley and Spider made such a decision? (In my reading, it feels like both of them use sex to handle their own fears and urges to retreat, like Shirley's panic before trying on clothes and Spider's unpleasant dining experience.)🚬

btw NEED more l&g fake marriage adventures👫

Heyyy <3

you know, the funny thing to me is that all four of them are people who do not like losing control in any sense of the word. River and Louisa sort of maintain it by being the one to inquire about other's well being (savior complex, hello!) and disregard their own to a certain degree. But Shirley and Spider are both put in a situation here where that is not an option for them (okay, I put them there, for plot purposes and sick twisted enjoyment lol). Shirley because, yes, she has to sort of help out in a capacity that is not at all within her comfort zone, but also because in the margins of the story there waits the issue surrounding her addiction and the fact that she is out of "supplies" (trust, this will become more important). Spider because he has just put that too revealing drunken night behind him and now that dinner with a guy who reminds him of who he wanted to be/become and who he definetly isn't/can't be now. Like, that hurts! Neither Shirley nor Webb wanna talk about their stuff so they use the next best comforting thing which is physical intimacy (which seems as close as you can be to someone and yet it can happen without much earnest communication at all). I'd say for Louisa and Shirley the entire thing is a bit happier because they have clearly been aiming at a release like this for a bit now *wink* but River and Spider... man, it has a sad aftertaste, since Spider does have to recognize that whatever control or comfort he gets out of the encounter almost immediatly subsides and he feels alone/empty again-- "nudity is not the same as nakedness".

More lavender marriage (doesn't fully apply, maybe 'boring undercover hetero marriage'?) adventures are coming next chapter, actually THE chapter for it tbh

[mobiushusband]

thinking about Vladimir Makarov who’s just a sucker for older guys blheeee i’m so silly :PPPP

Okay but think about it— The man has issues, we all know that, and he’s a momma’s boy without a decent father figure— Or absolutely non for the matter.

And then there’s you, his second in command, his right-hand man, his most trusted ally and closest friend that had been with him through thin and thick, and also, you casually came to be an older man. The age gap between you two isn’t crazy, but enough to have him stealing glances from you. He has never actually asked how old are you, but taking in consideration the few white hairs that had been starting to grow in your thick beard and in your hair, he would guess that you’re around your first or mid forties.

You’ve worked for and with him since the beginning, always around for him, with those dad vibes that sometimes just made excitement lick up his spine. He would never admit it, but he loved the casual ‘good job, son’ you would throw at him from time to time whenever he did a good planning that made the mission be successful, a hand gently squeezing his shoulder as your taller frame loomed over him. How you would stand out for him whenever a soldier was misbehaving and trying to mock him or make him feel less just because he was young and full of ambitions— There’s immediately a hand wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him back towards your chest and shooting a death look at the soldier who had tried to disrespect him. He never asked why he never saw the soldier again after that.

He would be damned if him himself ever admitted that he sometimes, and just sometimes, procured in making an specially good speech for his men, just so he could go back to your shared office after that just to find you there, leaning against your desk with a cigarette in hand, a proud, soft smile dangling from your lips as you gently ruffled his hair in a fatherly way. “You really putted some effort in that, huh, kiddo?” You would playfully say, knowing how much it annoyed him whenever you called him that. “I’m proud of you. Those men couldn’t have a better leader.” You would then say, your hand lingering in his hair a moment later just to pull away and go back into business.

Vladimir had known that he had a thing for older men a long time now— Probably since he was in high school and had a boner when he saw his hot history teacher rolling his sleeves up. He had never really payed too much mind to it, however, thinking that it was something of the age. And oh, it definitely wasn’t. But he only realized that only after letting one of his men, Ivan, fuck him senseless in his first year of starting his criminal organization.

Now here you were, both of you staying late at night in your shared office, empty bottles of different alcohols spreaded all over the coffee table in front of the small couch there was in the office, soft, drunk chuckles emerging from the bottom of yours and Makarov’s chest after a succesful mission. He leaned back in the couch, his fingers wrapped around the neck of a vodka bottle as he took a sloppy drink from it. “I’m-I’m serious, (Y/n).” The russian stumbled with his words, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as he readjusted himself in the couch to look at you. “How does that even works? I mean— Chickens are birds, but they don’t fly! How useless are they?” He huffed, falling silent for a brief moment just so he could bring the bottle up to his lips again.

You simply chuckled, low and seductive at Makarov’s ears, at how silly the younger man got every time he putted alcohol in his system. You shook your head to the sides, leaning forward to snatch the bottle from Makarov’s hand to take a sip of your own. “Why are we even talking about this?” You asked between laughs as the burning feeling of the alcohol going down your throat numbed your senses. With half-open lids, Makarov looked up to you, his words stucking in the back for his throat for a moment. God, why did you have to be so hot? Your handsome factions, a sharp jaw covered in black-white stubble that made him want to nibble on it, thin lips that looked red and wet for constantly licking them, messy black hair with white strands that shone under the tenuous light of the room, big, muscular arms covered in black furr that looked just so perfect to wrap around his neck as you pounded on him— And don’t make him get started with your hands and the rest of you.

“… I think I’ve some issues. Serious ones.” He suddenly mumbled his answer to your question, his eyes driving up and down your body until they eventually fell on your own (e/c) once again. You raised an eyebrow to his words, pulling the bottle off your mouth with a wet sound. “Why do you say that?” You asked back, titling your head to the side and allowing yourself to rest the side of your body against the comfy couch, now both of you face to face as Vladimir popped his head in the knuckles, his elbow digging into the back of the couch. “Because…” He began, but trailed off mid-sentence.

He was drunk, he told to himself, and so were you. If he did a move on you right now, you probably wouldn’t even remember the next morning. But was he willing to take the risk? What if he made a move and fucked up everything? If he threw away all those years of friendship you have gave him? If he lost you?

The thought sent a shiver running down his spine, his eyes ripping away from yours as he thought about what he wanted to do. He was already starting to feel that familiar heat pooling in his lower belly, his legs growing restless and pressing together from time to time. There was so many things he could lost— “… Because I think I want you to fuck me.” He bluntly said, staring right into your eyes. Fuck it, he thought to himself, I can always force him to stay with me if he rejects me. He was drunk out of his ass, you were drunk out of your ass, you both were the only ones probably in the whole place— He could not let this chance go away. The alcohol had took such a tool over him, that he didn’t even feel nervous while he awaited for your reaction.

In anyway, soon enough he discovered that he wouldn’t be needing to pull the move of threatening you, because just after a few seconds of you staring at him with wide eyes and in total silence, you left the bottle on the coffee table; the same hand that had been holding the bottle now sliding to brush against his thigh. “Thought you would never ask, sweetheart.” You whispered back, and Vladimir would be damned if he ever admitted that he got hard just for hearing you say that.

The feelings he had been hiding within him were suddenly too much to handle, and in a blink he was leaning forward with his hands grabbing the collar of your shirt, his mouth crashing with yours in a desperate, needy kiss that was all tongue and teeth at first. Your own hands went to grab his hips, providing a gentle squeeze as he changed his position and got on his knees on the couch, quickly straddling your lap without breaking away from the kiss.

His hand went to wrap around your neck, his possessiveness and need for control hitting him all of sudden like a brick wall. His hand wasn’t large enough to totally wrap around your neck and choke you efficiently, so he thought that scratching the back of your neck with it would be enough for now. “You’re mine, you hear me? Mine.” He whispered against your mouth, hearing you growl and shiver against his lips as he eventually figured out, through his drunk cloud, that he could use both of his hands to wrap around your neck. “Have been yours for a long time, love.” You answered, your own hands going to gently knead at his bubble ass.

The confession made his cock immediately go hard, a painfully noticeable bulge now in his slacks. He couldn’t help but grind down against you, his cock coming in contact with your own hard dick. He smiled playfully at that. “Maybe we should get drunk more often.” He teased after breaking away from the kiss, your hot, ragged breath hovering over his mouth. You returned the smile, giving a testing thrust up just to see his reaction, totally delighted with the pretty groan that fell from Vladimir’s lips. “My pretty boy...” You growled, pulling him down into another bruising kiss. Makarov would deny forever and ever that he whimpered when you called him that.

PD: this is not corrected nor revised, so sorry for any mistake. English is not my first language either!!! And probably this is a bit ooc but i don’t care. Thank u x reading my silly thoughts :33333

[sombrathedragon]

I think it’s finally time I do one of these..

Hey there! I’m Sombra :]

I’m Pansexual, Genderfluid, and Demiromantic!

Im a Minor! and I go by She/Her but idc if you use He/him or They/them :3

I mainly draw and do art about my interests but I also reblog SO MUCH stuff sooo yeah :}

Feel free to tag/mention me in ANYTHING, I really don’t care!

I use a BUNCH of emoticons and emojis (ex: :D :] :3..) So you will see those a lot if I’m talking and not being super serious about a topic 😁

I AM NOT TAKING DONATION ASKS, SO SO SORRY !!

OBSESSIONS:

The colored ones are my current obsessions!1!1 The rest are things I either just like a little or I’ve had a past obsession of them :)

Wings of Fire! Also Greek mythology (TSOA, EPIC the Musical, Stories of the Styx, The Iliad and The Odyssey are the main parts of the obsession if that makes sense) I also love the Hades games! Musical theater and theater in general, (Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, Little shop of Horrors, Beetlejuice are all the big ones that I’ve watched/bootlegged :3), Critters? (Like animals and little creatures and stuff), Science! (Specifically like biology and genetics, that intrigues me :3) I also like Creatures of Sonaria and Pressure! There’s probably much more but these are the main ones :pppp

I’ve officially made 7 online moots/friends/people and 3 irl friends listen to EPIC and become part of the winion family, and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon 😈😈

KINS:

Literally the entire Arc 2 Protags from Wings of Fire

Cricket from Wings of Fire

Achilles from Hades (shh just trust me with this one guys)

Zagreus from Hades

SOCIALS:

My YouTube is SombraTheDragon and my artfight is also SombraTheDragon aha and ermmm yeah that’s it. I have a Pinterest but I like make nothing on there sooo uh yeah (◐‿◑)

I do have 5 other blogs, @wof-inbox where you can send any wof characters asks, @sombradesignswof where I upload my designs, @epicasdragons where I have my epic the musical dragon/wof designs, @wings-of-the-fallen-lives which is my Greek mythology oc ask blog, and @your-favorite-wof-dragon-is which is just a fun little blog of mine which you can insert your wof headcanons :3

TAGS:

I reblog a lot of things sooo use these tags to actually look for (some) things that are mine !! :3

Art: #Sombra arts (me)

Talking about things: #Sombra yaps (me)

Inbox messages: #Sombra inbox (me)

Oc info: #Sombra thath (me)

Things that actually made me laugh: #made me chuckle made me giggle

(Most of) My witty banter with my alter ego: #alter ego

Things I like to save :3: #Saving this !!

A anon that likes to talk to me about wof headcannons mainly: #🌅 anon

EXTRA INFO!:

I’m a Capricorn!! Birthday is Jan 6. Erm I speak Chinese, no where close to fluent whatsoever but I still can say a little :> Im also learning Spanish !!I’m like 25% Italian and 20% Ukrainian, very little German, REST IS AMERICAN BABY 🦅🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🎆🎆🎆🎇🎆, I collect snowglobes! ( currently have some from Minnesota, Vermont, Connecticut, North Carolina, Rome, and then a bunch of other random ones :ppp) I can write somewhat of good stories! My favorite animals are literally anything that’s not a mammal (I mean I do like bats :3), but I do have a soft spot for Corvids, Kakapos, Golden Eagles, Shoebill storks, and Secretary Birds :] I have 1 dog, 2 cats, and a medium amount of fish!1!1!1 🐠 🐠🐟🐠 I’m a ambivert, And I have never gone outside the U.S.A 🥲

Anyways have fun looking at my blog!!1!1!! 😁😁😁😁

[chancesdealt]

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>: PPPP

(if you saw the other ask u can just delete it- I forgot to tag the Tumblr anon thingy)

~ @the-silly-anon

🎲 ; " Cat in the hat? More like cat is the hat. Hah..wheres my hat. "

🪖 : ' Did you even properly hear the anon..? '

🎲 ; " ..Maaaybe? "

[stellathyst]

ASH from @theapollospectrohelioscopic's AU "Powder's Precarious Pain Précis"! (that punctuation there is weird but i put the exclamation mark to separate it from the actual name. sorry fellow grammar people) ASH is the AU's Mind equivalent. I started doodling this a few days ago. I don't have the other characters because they don't have a description yet. Except for Angel. Anyways, the style is based off ouji, which i thought fit the formal tone I thought would fit. The shading and anatomy and everything i did was weird. Based the sword (i cannot draw weapons too well unfortunately, wish i could have done better and made it specifically a rapier) off one ask someone else did on preferred weapons. Still, hopefully it's okay to y'all? Lux's AU can be found at @ask-pppp.

[feathersinthesun]

hiii no homo or anything i definitely didnt just cum

awwwww you're so cute <333333