#drew answer

[disventureasks]

To Drew - hi! How are you? :D that's all.

[6regnad9]

Como al rediseño de dan le fue tan del asco celebremos con el rediseño de drew pasado y futuro (de paso delen like al de dan)

Puberto/tem1/allstar

[jackalspine]

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

[ovegakart]

What she said.

[tillydouspart]

the shadow people

[ruporas]

kiss of the divine

[allimili]

can't stop thinking about eternal sugar and shadow milk forming an alliance and teasing Y/N together ,, and Y/N being very flustered over their affection for them ,, 👉👈

You didnt told me which shmilk tho

[wishfulsketching]

Silco and Jinx are this meme come to life.

Like arcane basically just did this meme with them two. And it goes both ways with them both.

I wish, even if was like a special feature type of thing, that we got to see more of their dynamics and interactions. Because I feel like it would be adorable, precious, and a bit fucked up.

But like I do think that Silco did love her and was as good a father as he could be especially in context of the environment, Silco's own trauma and mental state, and what resources were available in Zaun.

I think that is something Arcane did really well is show relationships are complex and complicated and Silco and Jinx are perfect example of that.

I think that is hard to deny that Silco was her parent and that he loved her and she loved him.

You are absolutely right. Arcane is so unique thanks to Silco and Jinx, in my opinion. For years I've been yelling into the void that we need villains who genuinely love someone(who is alive and in the story)/have family they care about. I will always thank Arcane for loving yet messed up dad Silco.

He though he could help Jinx but it was Jinx who ended up helping him (realize the power of love and the consequences of your own actions, idiot)

Also, may I suggest the Neko Samurai meme, too

[potato-lord-but-not]

someone asked how the boyfriends would be with Faroe after Kayne brings her back, and sorry for being a downer but I’m on the “Arthur doesn’t get Faroe back” hill so I initially wasn’t gonna ponder about it.

And then I started pondering. weeks later. and decided I can indulge just this once because tbh I need more adorable Faroe in my life (we all do). I indulged a little too much tho and decided to make an actual post instead of answering the ask so HERE WE ARE

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[disventureasks]

Question for Drew, how was the bus ride?

[rubleoobleold]

mechanisms fandom do you still exist

[gingermaple]

found ur blog thru cuteguy art, went to ur tags to look for more cuteguy art, SAW SANDERS SIDES MY DAY IS ABSOLUTELY MADE.

I love finding more sanders sides artists even if they dont draw for it anymore!! its such a nice surprise always :DDD

did a little virgil for my warmup, i'm glad my art made your day cause this ask made mine :D

[jellazticious]

I think you should draw the shadow fortnite dancing

YOU HEATHENS LOOK WHAT YOU MADE IT DO

[angel06babysworld]

https://www.tumblr.com/angel06babysworld/785837310470209536/my-new-obsession-is-greys-anatomy-so-here-i-am?source=share

THAT WAS SO SWEET !!!!! i would love to read how he would handle giving reader an injection 'cause i know she would be the biggest drama queen about it 😭😭

doctor!rafe x gf!reader

“It’s Just a Shot, Baby”

୨♡୧───♡───୨♡୧

Rafe had warned her.

All week, he’d been gently reminding her about the vitamin injection she was due for. He brought it up at breakfast, mentioned it casually while rubbing her back as she laid on the couch, even offered to do it himself so she wouldn’t have to go into the clinic.

And she had agreed — a little too quickly.

So now, here she was: sitting on the edge of their bed in one of his t-shirts, legs swinging, arms crossed, and a pout firmly in place as he prepped the syringe on the dresser beside her.

“I changed my mind,” she announced, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he flicked the cap off the needle. “I don’t want it anymore.”

Rafe didn’t even look up. “Too bad.”

“I think I’ll just take vitamins. Like pills. Chewables. Gummy bears, even.”

He chuckled under his breath, rolling the syringe between his fingers to warm it slightly. “You’re not five, sweetheart.”

“Then stop treating me like I’m five and let me skip it!”

Now he did look up — slowly — and she immediately shut her mouth. His expression was calm but serious, the way it always got when he was in doctor mode. But under the cool professionalism was that little crease between his brows — the one he got when he was concerned.

“You haven’t been eating properly,” he said softly. “You’ve been exhausted, getting dizzy, and the pills upset your stomach. You need the injection. You know that.”

She groaned, flopping backward dramatically across the bed like she was being sentenced to death. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he replied, smiling as he sat on the bed beside her. He patted her thigh gently. “Come on. Roll over.”

“No.”

He raised a brow. “Are you really gonna make me wrestle you, princess?”

She looked at him, offended. “Yes.”

But he was already slipping his hand under her hip, effortlessly flipping her onto her side like she weighed nothing. She yelped in protest, squealing into a pillow as he tugged the hem of her t-shirt up to expose the top of her thigh.

“Rafe!” she screeched. “This is so undignified!”

“You’re getting a tiny injection, not a spinal tap.”

She kicked weakly. “You’re gonna stab me!”

He leaned closer, pressing a warm kiss to her lower back before gently gripping her thigh. “Baby,” he said patiently, “I stitch gunshot wounds with less whining than this.”

“I’m sensitive!”

“You’re dramatic,” he corrected, still smiling.

She buried her face deeper in the pillow, one hand reaching back to grab his wrist with a death grip. “If it hurts, I swear—“

“It won’t,” he said, already swiping the alcohol pad over her skin. “I’m the best damn doctor in this building.”

“We’re not in a building,” she snapped.

“Still counts.”

And before she could argue again, he slipped the needle in with one practiced motion. She froze.

“…Wait. Was that it?”

“That was it,” he said smugly, capping the syringe. “And you were about to fake your own death.”

“I was not.”

“You flopped like a soccer player.”

“I hate you.”

He leaned down and kissed the spot he’d just injected, then her hip, then her spine. “No, you don’t.”

“…Fine,” she muttered. “But I’m not talking to you for ten minutes.”

“Make it five,” he said, already pulling her into his lap. “And I’ll rub your back until then.”

She huffed dramatically, still pouting — but her arms went around his neck anyway.

“You’re annoying,” she mumbled.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured back, pressing a kiss to her temple.

But she didn’t fight him when he tucked her against his chest. Didn’t protest when his hands started gently rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles.

She just stayed there, warm and safe and very, very full of drama.

And he wouldn’t have her any other way.

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove

[xxplastic-cubexx]

pov: you are charles xavier and you have been invited onto asteroid m

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