#Asks: answered

[rolkstone]

sideshow bob and sideshow mel doing phantom of the opera

[rayofsunshinc]

ASKS ANSWERED

@lettherebemonsters sent: Day after day....it was all the same. Ross couldn't tell time in his prison, locked away in the depths of the Raft. Isolated under thousands of tons of vibranium and steel. No sun, no sky....this was his life now. And he deserved it. Sam and Betty came to see him when they could, but Ross was alone most of the time. He could go days without talking, just growing paler in the isolation. He didn't complain, not once. But even he knew that....this was the end for him. The world didn't need another hulk.... (* nudges this Natasha. *)

Natasha's boots echoed lightly as she stepped down the cold, sterile hallway of the Raft. She crossed her arms, pushing aside the guilt that lingered whenever she thought about the ones who had ended up here; pushing it too far, being out of control. It could've easily been her once upon a time.

She stopped outside Ross' cell, staring through the glass. She hadn’t come to offer sympathy. No, this was something else.

❝I used to wonder if you'd ever get what was coming to you, Ross.❞ She said, her voice quiet but clear. ❝I thought maybe karma would catch up. And maybe... maybe it did.❞ She leaned closer, eyes scanning his form as he sat, hunched, a shadow of the man he once was.

[c-167]

"This question is for Beth, do you regret marrying Jerry or does it just...ehh you know wash off with the rest of life."

@nihilistic-rick

[trialbystory]

Favorite RWBY character and why?

RWBY character you are kinda interested in maybe writing into a story you haven't written yet, but haven't found a way to work 'em in, and what drew you to them.

Windmill slam Robyn. I love me a good Robin Hood fantasy, and I don't even care if it's on the nose just do that kind of story with her and the Happy Huntresses. I wanna make a Leverage-style contemporary 'band of thieves pulls heists in the name of helping people who've been screwed by life,' fic centered around them. Maybe throw in CinWin as well, because that's a ship I've grown to enjoy quite a bit and there's a few ways to play it that would be a fun dynamic to add to that setup.

Second choice: Raven. There's a lot of raw cool factor at play behind this one; I think she's got a great design visually. Plus I've read enough fanfics that approach her in both canon-compliant and AU settings as someone who got scared and/or overwhelmed and made bad decisions because of it but has a heart of gold deep down and now struggles with reconciling that mostly-good core with the guilt of her damning past. I think she could slot into the above hypothetical fic as well. Hell, I'd probably end up pairing her with Robyn in it. That sounds fun.

[sxskxtoon]

Stirring The Pot! - ACCEPTING

@odditymuse said: you're  really  gonna  do  this  here? // for waide from logan hehehe ( can be a fem variation too! )

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Almost immediately, Waide shot around, a finger raised and pointed at her companion — like she would with HER Logan. As if forgetting that they weren't, in fact, the same person despite having that same debbie-downer attitude and multiversal trauma.

Maybe they should have an intervention of some sort?

"You're starting to sound A LOT like my Logi-bear, you know." She only used that nickname because she knew her friend would positively hate it. "And I don't mean that in a good way, either. You're meant to be the COOL one. And maybe that's on me for believing my sexy other self, but I had FAITH, damn it."

She turned back around, continuing in her task of — Jesus, she actually was writing a shopping list; so far she had three things on there, one of which was viagra ( which was underlined twice ) . She tapped the end of her pen upon her masked chin.

"Stop and smell the roses, mate." British accent was thick with those words. "Do you have to be business ALL the time?"

[unrclypirxte]

Scene Prompts! — ACCEPTING

@t-errifier said: loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. / beth !

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Killer clown — a tad CLICHÉ, right? Beth was having fun telling him that, calling him Pennywise and John Wayne Gacey ( he seemed happy about that! ) . Honestly, she was having FUN at the start. The jokes, the blood, the vague torture-murder thing.

She didn't quite know if he was trying to torture or kill, but that was neither here nor there.

Of the same ilk, she thought. Moreso when he turned on her. And yes, she would've done the same. Didn't make her any less annoyed by it. A good thing ruined. OH WELL.

She left his lifeless body with dripping hands, heaving breaths, and an axe wedged into his neck. She came away not unscathed, but injuries she could manage. Rook ensured that. She limped away, out of the room and into the adjacent hall.

She leaned against the wall, scowled at the mess on her hands and the ache in her muscles, and for a while she stood there. Staring at her hands. The blood. The mess. Viscera. Huh. She didn't notice the cut right th—

A horn caught her attention, ears pricking at the shrill sound. She pushed off of the wall and spun on her heels, eyes widening at the sight. Her mouth fell open for a moment, closing only when she managed to blink.

Pennywise indeed.

"Oh." Was all she could muster for a moment. Then, she smiled, something that reached her eyes. Going out on my own terms. "Is...is it my turn to die now, mate?"

[grollow]

'#nova does what nova wants'

cat behaviour

TRUE

[alwaysgodownwiththeship]

I think your comment that Paul ‘froze the others out with impersonal politeness’ is actually very perceptive. The general consensus among Beatle scholars and fans is that Paul was desperate to reunite with John, but I’m not so sure. He gave an interview to a British newspaper about 10 years ago and said something about John phoning him in tears, begging him to reform the Beatles. I think Paul was very hurt and couldn’t get past how the others had treated him. If anyone was dragging his feet on a Beatles reunion, I think it was him.

Thanks!

I hadn't heard about that interview, I'll have to find it!

I think he wanted it the least, for sure, for a variety of reasons. Not just hurt. Perhaps once he was out of the Beatles machine he also felt a little more free.

I don't reuniting with John was the same thing as reuniting the Beatles for Paul. Linda did say that Paul was desperate to write with John again, but that's not to say that he always felt like that since they broke up. That's not even to say that Paul ever said that directly to Linda and she wasn't just inferring from what she knew of Paul. (Because she knew both of them better now and thought she could see past their games.) And she also said it after John died after all. People have had cynical interpretations as to why Paul felt desperate to write with John again. But as to why, I think the truth was that by the late 1970s, Paul had thawed out towards John, meaning he was more open than he had been before towards being close friends again. They had both made steps towards repairing their friendship, but there was still some space between them, on both sides I think. Paul and John have always had a musical connection, and I believe Paul wanted to renew it because it was (for him) a part of renewing his friendship with John. Think of how Paul wanted to play to play live again, first on Let It Be, then as touring band again in small clubs, I think he wanted that as a way to connect to the others emotionally again, and that this pattern repeated itself with John.

Which is to say: No, Paul didn't want to reunite the band- he was still very hurt and angry about it all, but he did want to be friends again by the end of 1970s with John. (Not sure what Paul's feelings were towards George before John died).

[tomblr-man]

endogenic systems are literally. scientifically not real ☠️☠️ can you get a grip and stop taking resources from people who actually have osddid by saying 'Noooo this is real you should cater to their needs!'

Babe, I can give you so many resources from scientific sources, it ain't our fault you refuse to read them.

Also not endogenic, but nice try!

[rolkstone]

Chalmskinn cyberpunk astatic

[rayofsunshinc]

ASKS ANSWERED

@70yearsofwinter asked if i'm not annoying you, what's the point? [sam!]

❝You know, most people try to be, I don't know — pleasant company.❞ But there was no real bite to it. Sam shook his head, rolling his eyes for good measure. He tilted his head, watching Bucky like he was trying to crack a particularly stubborn puzzle piece. ❝Lemme tell you something — if you ever stop being a pain in the ass, I’m gonna have to start worrying. Check your temperature or I dunno, check to see if you’re a Skrull or something.❞

[c-167]

A "Genius" Jerry? Hehe, what'd he *burp* do? Find matching socks?

- @coffeerick

@coffeerick

[trialbystory]

Do you have any playlists for your fics or favorite fandoms? Any songs you want to share that remind you of your story?

The most thought I've put into deliberately pairing my fics with music are the time I assigned entrance music for Beacon and P2W in one of the later chapters of SoC when I posted the chapter link here on tumblr. And the whole-ass fic I wrote inspired by The Longest Johns' The Hammer & Anvil Song, of course. Also the oneshot I wrote for Power_Taco last month was originally inspired by Paradise by Within Temptation, I guess. That said I am a music lover, so there are links that get formed in my mind almost semi-consciously. For example Evolve: Infinity by Zaid Tabani feels especially well-suited for Spirit of Competition. Which makes a stupid amount of sense, considering SoC is a story of chasing eSports glory and that song is the main theme for EVO. And Home from Beetlejuice: The Musical exemplifies the feelings I was having writing the last two chapters of Hammer & Anvil, though the exact circumstances differ pretty hard between the musical and my fic.

Obviously my current front-burner WIP is inspired by You Didn't Know from Hazbin Hotel (enjoy this semi-genderflipped version by Caleb Hyles and some others) and as I'm working on the first chapter another Beetlejuice number The Whole Being Dead Thing, which is not thematically appropriate at all, occasionally plays through my head. Hopefully it'll keep me from making the first few bits too depressing.

[sxskxtoon]

Guardians Of The Galaxy Prompts! - ACCEPTING

@cyberpawn said: 'i don't learn. one of my issues.' (for logan b.!!!)

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THE WOLVERINE STARED.

While this kid wasn't Waide, and thus wasn't automatically at the top of her shit list, they were still on that shit list regardless. Especially with this laissez faire approach to... well... everything.

There was a squint to Logan's eye as she gave a laugh of disbelief. Her head shook, her laugh persisting, words coming out from between them: "Then you're more fucked than we are."

She exhaled to calm herself, face settling back into it's permanent scowl. Dirtied, bloody, hole-ridden suit ( katana shaped! ) did very little to shape her into a superhero, into the kind that this Spider-Kid was looking for. She didn't know what they expected, why they were following her like a lost puppy.

Evidently, the reputations of better Wolverines preceded her.

"Kid," She began, gruff tone accompanying a stiff crack of her knuckles. If you listened closely enough, you could make out the soft creaking of metal. "I think you have bigger problems than being a fuckin' idiot. And we can start with this stupid Spider shit you've got goin' on. What's that about?"

[unrclypirxte]

I Can't Find The Meme!

@b3ast0fburd3n said: (If you're looking for more threads! //ignore otherwise)

"Since I've met you, i've nearly been incinerated, drowned, shot at, and chopped into fish bait < and I don't even know your name." From Elias to Beth

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Today was one of those unhinged days — moreso than usual.

She had been putting off trying out that new café type place that had opened up, even at the behest of other pirates who urged her with pulls and pushes and promises of how good it all was. Even in a rare moment of downtime, she chose the local dive over something better. Glancing around, she spotted the owner of the newer place at the bar, made a mental note to strike up a conversation.

How was she supposed to know that Rakyat would hit with a good bit of arson ( hey, molotov cocktails were HER thing! ) ? Beth hadn't even gotten to order when it happened! So, through frantic noise and panic, her and the owner of the newer place - Elias, if she remembered correctly- ended up trapped in a smaller back room, flames closing in, bullets flying. But they got out. Beth made SURE they got out.

The gunfire became even worse as they breached the outside. She made sure to keep Elias down, or let him be helpful, if he could muster it. All good! All swell! Until a few Rakyat snuck behind and managed to strike Beth from behind, rendering her unconscious for a little while. When she came-to, surrounded by water and hearing chattering, she sprung back into life.

Despite the fact that he had almost drowned ( so had she, admittedly ) , they were alive! I mean, Elias definitely almost got dismembered by a machete there, but Beth WOULDN'T let that happen. A flash of teeth and blood and gurgles signified the end of that attempt. And that's where they remained, white smoke in the short distance indicating that the bar was, in the very least, no longer actively burning.

All things considered, this went surprisingly well.

Beth sat in the shallow-enough water, a leg outstretched and the other bent at the knee, watching the smoke and steadying her breathing. It felt like hours were passing, but when he spoke, it had only been a few minutes. A laugh filtered from her, light and airy and DELIGHTFUL. For someone who didn't know her, it made her seem normal. Harmless, if not for what he had seen during the attack.

"Not bad for three o'clock on a Tuesday, no?" She flashed teeth then, pure delight and humour plastered on her face. Laughing still, she placed a wet hand over her chest in an attempt to steady herself. "You know me, mate. Or you know OF me." A hand extended itself towards him, an offer of a handshake, genuine in its appeal. "I'm Beth. You're that, uh, guy who owns that place? Elias? You alright? Any major injuries?"

God, her head was beginning to ache.