#assistant answers

[inupenka]

Uh, ma'am, we are going to need more information on your omegaverse original work for uh... [checks notes] science.

(PSA: assistant answering here, not pia, just so there's no confusion haha)

I had to blink twice when pia sent me a screenshot of this ask in discord this morning-- thank you so much for the interest;;;

funnily enough, the story in itself was an idea of mine, the self-assigned assistant friend. I had introduced it to pia in dm's a few months back and she became obsessed and started drawing lots of amazing artworks while listening to my ramblings and giving me input to help my brain developing it further. I'm a bit timid nowadays to share my stories, characters, writing, etc. online - so pia shares all of the artworks she creates for them on twitter and bluesky crediting me as the anonymous friend. She also shares my ramblings with my name censored out with friends of hers to push the agenda of our churchboys as well, which I find very cute and still suprises me how much she seems to enjoy the story / characters, really. (Also, I might add, she obviously only does all of that with my consent everytime and double-checks with me to ensure nothing makes me uncomfy!) But yeah, back to the question at hand in regards to the story/omegaverse in itself:

It's a polycule with three alphas and one omega that grew up together in a small religious town and officially met due to the sunday sermons their families always dragged them to. I came up with a set of different rules (like alot of people creating omegaverse's do) and based my omegaverse very closely to our current real-life, even down to different sets of sex parts that felt would make a bit more sense biologically haha

We also have 4 secondary sexes - Alpha, Omega, Beta (active & inactive ones) as well as Delta. So... there's that too. (though explaining the differences in detail would definitely derail this answer too much) Considering it's playing in our world, there's homophobia as well of course. And alpha women & omega men are both considered "devils bait" by more conservative parts of Christianity ie. Which will bring Jamie, the omega, a bit into a predicament at parts, but ironically he's the most free-spirited one of the bunch, because he got unleashed by his families demands and expectations the earliest, while the three Alphas (Robin, Noah and Lukas) still struggle under the leash their family puts them under. With Robin definitely having the hardest time in that regard.

Also, while Noah is bisexual and Robin and Jamie are both homosexual - Lukas is actually asexual. I don't think we get to see asexual folks alot in omegaverses, but as an asexual myself I wanted to explore it a bit further. There's honestly... alot at this point... I really don't know where to start or how to condense it better, really. But if you're curious about more specific details of their stories or rules or something just lemme know and I'll pull up my armsleeves to elaborate haha

all in all its a polycule childhood friends to lovers story that majorly explores how pressure of society, religion and family can strain relationships and make life's of people harder than they need to be; but how - in the end - love persists anyways.

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

part one part two

there’s an incessant & incredibly annoying sound coming from the kitchen when eddie finally drags himself out of his massive bed & down the stairs the next morning. he’d just gotten off a long phone call with chrissy that should have taken ten minutes & ended up taking a full hour, only for her to come to the conclusion that he needed to be there when both teams met this afternoon to discuss the logistics of the joint public appearance she had finally talked him in to over the course of two very late-night phone calls the night before and dozens of increasingly desperate text messages. eddie was an asshole, but he wasn't about to ruin everything that he and the band had been working toward for years. so he’s already deeply annoyed & a little pissed off as he makes his way to breakfast & it takes him a moment of standing in the hallway, face scrunched up in confusion, but it almost sounds like… jingling.

he sets his mouth in a straight line, takes a deep breath, & drags his still-tired body through the doorway into the kitchen for breakfast.

a breakfast that’s being made by assistant steve, who’s wearing… the most hideous sweater vest known to man.

“what the fuck are you wearing?” eddie blurts out before he can even think twice about it. not that he would’ve, anyway.

steve looks up from where he’s cooking at the stove to glance at eddie before looking down at his own torso. “you don’t like it?” steve frowns, as if he actually cares about eddie’s opinion. “i know it’s a few months early, but it’s one of my favorites. i found it at a goodwill a couple of years ago, can you believe it? someone just gave this away?”

“uh, yeah,” eddie rolls his eyes dramatically to make sure that steve can see. “i can definitely fucking believe it.”

because steve is wearing the most disgusting christmas sweater vest eddie has ever seen. hand-knit, if the crooked & misshapen santa head is anything to go by, & absolutely covered in… jingle bells.

“come on,” steve says, returning to his task of cooking eddie’s breakfast. “surely even you don’t hate christmas.”

“i do,” eddie lies. “and this is a strictly non-religious household. it’s against company policy to bring christmas into the building.”

“what company is that?” steve asks, not even looking at him.

eddie scowls but doesn’t respond, noticing a green gift bag on the counter. “what’s this?”

steve turns. “what’s what?”

“this,” eddie gestures toward the bag.

“oh,” steve smiles. “well, since you gave me such a great ‘welcome to the team’ gift yesterday,” steve gestures to the pink cat collar eddie hadn’t noticed that he’d looped through one of his belt loops, “i figured i should get you something too.” eddie makes no move toward the bag on the counter. “go ahead,” steve goads, still smiling. “everyone loves presents, right?”

eddie, not one to back down when challenged, pulls the bag toward himself & stares at it for a moment, as if it might bite him. steve has gone back to plating eddie’s morning omelet for him, like he doesn’t even care if eddie opens the gift or not. eddie discards the green tissue paper & pulls out… a set of black plastic tongs. the cheap kind you get at ikea for 39 cents when you finally move out of your parents house & have your first ever apartment. clearly used, if the melting on one side is anything to go by, like whoever owned them had left them resting on top of a hot toaster for too long.

“what the fuck?”

steve brings eddie’s breakfast plate over to where he’s standing at the massive kitchen island. “i thought they’d be helpful.” he’s still, infuriatingly, smiling.

“helpful for what?” eddie demands.

“to pull the stick out of your ass.”

~*~

eddie had fired vickie for less. he’s still stewing on it, the insufferable way steve had grinned at him as he’d thrown the tongs across the room & stormed from the kitchen, leaving behind the omelet he’d actually been looking forward to. he’d retreated to his basement studio without a word, pretending as if he’d try writing or even just playing mindlessly in the hopes he’d strike gold, but so far he’s just been sitting in silence with his guitar in his hands, replaying the events from the kitchen in his mind.

the thing is, eddie knows he’s an asshole. and he knows it’s gotten worse since… well, he knows he’s gotten worse in the last year. since everything happened. since wayne.

he knows it & he can’t stop it, even if he really wanted to, which he doesn’t. he likes the power rush, the adrenaline, the superiority he feels when he’s nasty to someone & they just have to take it. it feels good, after so much bad. as long as he doesn’t really consider the feelings of the person on the receiving end of his ire. as long as wayne isn’t there to give him that disappointed sigh & those sad hangdog eyes of his.

because wayne had been his moral compass. wayne had been everything. and now that he’s gone, eddie has no way to check himself. no reason to. it just doesn’t matter anymore.

so he’s mean & he knows it. likes it. won’t stop for anything.

he startles when there’s a knock on the glass that separates the booth from the control room & looks up to see steve waving at him & then point down at his watch.

eddie waits until steve retreats back upstairs before following.

~*~

the car ride to nancy’s office is silent. eddie wears his noise canceling headphones & sits in the back seat, doesn’t even acknowledge steve when he jumps out of the car at the valet stand, just shoves past the security guard at the door & makes his way toward the elevator where chrissy’s waiting for him.

“hey,” she greets him, sunny smile on her face. eddie wants to say something biting, wants to hurt her because he knows he can, but he doesn’t.

“hi,” he grumbles instead & follows her into the elevator where she hits the button for nancy’s floor. he leans against the back wall, folds his arms over his chest & stares down at his boots.

“so like we talked about, his team it here. doesn’t look like he’s with them,” she tells him. eddie looks up at that.

“then why the fuck do i have to be here?”

chrissy sighs. “he was supposed to show. that was part of the deal. that you’d both be here to work out the details of the appearance.”

“if he’s just gonna make this a joke—" eddie can feel the anger rising in him.

“i don’t think that’s what this is, eddie,” chrissy levels him with a look. “i think he’s in real trouble with his label.”

“chris, i don’t need this. i didn’t do anything wrong,” eddie tells her, anger flaring.

“you started a brawl at a club that damaged twenty thousand dollars worth of property, eddie.”

eddie rolls his eyes. “there’s no way anything in the hideout is worth twenty thousand dollars. the land it sits on isn’t even worth that much.”

chrissy sighs again. “what’s the issue? seriously. i thought you guys hadn't even seen each other in over a year. i know he was shitty back then, but i thought everything was fine. how did this even start?”

if it were anyone else, eddie would just ignore the question. but since it’s chrissy, he takes a deep breath and says, “he talked about wayne. said shit that was private, between us. stuff that was said behind closed doors. stuff that shouldn’t have been brought into a fucking club in front of a bunch of drunk strangers doing coke, for fucks sake.” he slams his fist into the elevator wall, too angry to stop himself. chrissy doesn’t even flinch, too used to his outbursts at this point.

chrissy just looks at him & he can feel himself squirm under her gaze. “okay,” she says, like that’s all there is to it. and maybe it is, because she loved wayne too & she was there for it all. wayne’s illness, the funeral, the fallout. she saw it all. “why don’t you go home? he’s not here. we can do this without you.” eddie tries to interrupt but she cuts him off. “we won’t agree to anything without talking to you first. i promise.”

the elevator dings. they’re finally at nancy’s floor.

“fine,” eddie says, leaning back against the elevator wall & crossing his arms again as chrissy moves to hit the button for the lobby before getting off.

“i’ll call you, okay? and we’ll talk about it,” she says, before walking down the hall to the conference room.

~*~

the elevator ride seems to take forever & by the time eddie makes it back down to the lobby, steve has somehow managed to park the car and find another smoothie, the same purple as yesterday’s.

“let’s go,” eddie grumbles as he passes where steve is sitting. steve looks up in surprise.

“that’s it?” steve asks, getting up from the bench he’s sitting on. “i thought you had a meeting?”

“canceled. i wanna go home,” eddie pushes through the glass doors out into the LA sunshine.

steve doesn’t say anything, just hands the valet their ticket & they wait several minutes before the car is brought back around.

eddie knows he shouldn’t. knows it’s mean. but he can’t help himself. as he brushes past steve to climb into the backseat, he knocks the smoothie straight from steve’s hand, where it falls to the sidewalk, sending splatters of purple all across steve’s clean sneakers & the bottoms of his light wash jeans.

“oops, sorry. no liquids in the car,” eddie says, shrugging in mock remorse as he slides into his seat.

eddie watches from inside the car as steve stands on the sidewalk motionless in surprise as the valet scrambles for tissues. and honestly, eddie feels better than he has in days. he almost smiles.

[demonic0angel]

Happy New Years Kiss (click for clarity)

And then they freaked it 😌

Ty to everyone who has supported me through the years and have given me advice, support, or just a friendly compliment! I appreciate each and every one of you! I hope this year goes well for all of us with plenty of fortune and good luck, and I hope to continue a year of fun, romance, and more creations! Thank you to everyone who have been by my side!

[barachiki]

Knight in shining armour, ready for battle.

[apas-95]

You're a professional diver now? That's so cool! If you don't mind my asking, what is it exactly your job requires of you?

Diving,

[amber-tortoiseshell]

ohhg recently i was wondering. do coat genetics affect toe pad colors? or do you know what determines the colors if not? im a visual learner btw (really want to see many images of toe pads)

Oh yes, the base color absolutely affects their color. (But further coat patterning, tabby, color restriction ect usually not much.) And if the pads are part of an unpigmented (white) area, they'll be pink.

Black:

Useful trick - these kittens may look white but the paws reveal the true color:

They are black shaded or tipped tabbies: extreme expression of wide band combined with silver.

Blue:

Chocolate, cinnamon, lilac:

Red, cream:

Tortoiseshells can have pads in both of their colors:

And everything touched by white can be (completely or partially) pink:

Or not.

[canisalbus]

What kind of clothes would Vasco wear after Machete's death? He tends to wear bright and warm colors, and I was wondering if he would start wearing dark and cool colors to reflect his inner state

I also had thought that he might start to veer towards more somber shades. In reality, late 16th century fashion was dominated by dark colors, if you look at portraits from late renaissance/early baroque eras you quickly notice that pitch black was the most fashionable color (compare that to early and high renaissance fashion from 1400 to 1550 which was visibly more vibrant and colorful). I might be bending the timeline a little bit by having him dress in vivid blues with gold accents, but it's his signature style and I think it mirrors his luminous, free-spirited and approachable personality well. After Machete's death he might've experienced a period where jewel tones had lost their luster to him.

[animatronic-assistant]

Crimson: *keeping an eye on leonis and lyrea*

Red: hey mama what's for lunch

Elara was making chicken nuggets amd fries. Something simple and fun. All homemade of course.

Chicken nuggets and fries. You get your choice of dipping sauce.

She tugs at the sleeves of her daycare dress wishing the sleeve were longer instead of going to her elbows. She still has the dents around her left wrist and her other arm was bandaged to cover the holes made by Atlas.

[tizeline]

Damn, they really squeezed in as many lore reveals as possible in those eight pages huh

[the-monkeies-girl]

H my god the Caesar fic shoot it straight into my veins

Caesar lovers RISE.

[fabuloustrash05]

Next to being loyal, what kind personality would Frida have? In your point of view.

For a second, I thought you meant my TMNT 2012 RaMona baby OC Frida Hamato, but then I remembered that Rottmnt also has a Frida 😂💀

For Rise Frida’s personality, much like her brother who inherited their fathers traits and personality, I’d like to imagine she inherited the women of Splinter’s family personality and certain traits, like Karai or Splinter’s mother.

So I imagine Frida would be stern and responsible with her duties but also be very tender and caring to her loved ones especially when she starts to warm up more to her family. She’d be very blunt with her thoughts and opinions, and much like Karai to have a strong sense of justice and fight till the very end.

[superbellsubways]

relationship chart (which i hope is somewhat readable

[ranticore]

does some part of unicorn retain some kind of vestigial knowledge of kitty, if only in the knowledge that there is supposed to be Someone standing next to him? if you told him what had been done to her, what would his reaction be?

as far as anyone is aware, Unicorn has never strayed from his encoding (like some other famous* imimata have done) and plays his role truly firmly and honestly straight. he has no offstage mode. what this means is that, as of his redesign, he knows only One thing: he's an alien who's come to Earth to find what he's missing (true love?) and by god he will find it

he has never shown any evidence of recalling Kitty

[nimpnawakproduction]

Hey, I saw that mafia/baker au about Phoenix being mafia family member. I'm generally curious how Miles will react if he finds out about that. Like would he have that moment of 'Ah, this explains everything' because how Phoenix barely gets hurt or would he ask a lot of questions?

And Phoenix, would he treat that like it's embarrassing family secret, not realizing how well famous his mafia family is?

Anon, from what kind of split in the time continuum did you fall from????! I'm literally speechless that this AU is still alive somehow x'D

To answer your question, I did not fully think about the "Phoenix was part of the mafia too" at the time I was drawing the Mafia AU. It was a prompt that somebody send me and I thought that the idea was fun! But it was not my original idea for my scenario, I don't know if I would have include it in my comics in the end. So I can't really answer your question I'm sorry ! And to be honest with you, I don't remember every plot point I thought about at the time ;v; it was quite a while ago...

[canisalbus]

Trying to imagine if the Pope in Machette's universe is, like, a Pomeranian, and thus shrinks down to a fraction of his original size when wet. Like it rains and everyone is like 'oh, Your Holiness. Oh no'

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[animatronic-assistant]

(weeeeeee)

There was a light knock at the room//nest’s door, some shuffling and uncertain voices on the other side

“uhm- Elara? Is- are y- uh, you awake?”

Bloody and Harvest stood there, concern and a dash of self consciousness on their demeanor

Elara was laying in the nest reading a book. She looks up when she heard their voice.

Yes, I am awake. Is something wrong? The door is open.