#asks box

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Raphael does not give a shit about your tav. Use all the mods you want it doesnt change canon. Raphael isn't romanceable for the same reason cazador isnt. Theyre villains, youre supposed to kill them. not kiss them.

Does this scare you, anon? Does it upset you? They're kissing, anon. Look. Raphael puts his tongue right into her mouth. They're smoochin up a storm. Goin mwah mwah mwah all over the place.

[f1-sketches]

oscar and bluey?? (idk any other australian cartoons/characters)

i did consider this pairing when i was first drafting the idea but was also debating putting bluey with daniel ricciardo. :)

i’m not crazy familiar with australian cartoons so if you know of any others, please lemme know ^_^!

[startheskelaton]

Can your take on Jet Jaguar change size like his original movie?

Yes 💛

[inkclover]

Bestie (if your okay with the term) I love your art so much the glowey vibes of Prissy and angles of Scrabby like a night light and sword and I just-

Becomes that dog while viciously tearing up your art like it's a chew toy and rabababbabababa

Have a good day/night/whenever^^

Awaahhh THANK YA! (sure dawg bestie is fine, thanks for asking tho!!

Sorry I held off answering your ask for a while cuz i was so happy ya like my doodles but didn’t know how to respond…but now I have something

It started out as a doodle to loosen up from an assignment but it turned into a little self indulgent guide on how i usually draw these two…kinda silly hahaah!

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Could you write a Little! Yelena ficlet where she is injured after a mission and regresses so Bucky takes care of her ( in a platonic way! I feel like they’d become close while working on the Thudnerbolts team and he quickly realizes she regresses. I kinda feel like he’s a flip but leans more CG)

Alternatively, Little! Yelena with CG! Natasha and sort of the same scenario.

Little!Yelena x Cg!Bucky - Comfort

Regressuary day 3

Tw: mentions of blood, mentions of injury, swearing

Word count: 737

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Shit shit shit. Blood was never a good sign, Yelena knew that. Even in pain and feeling small, Yelena knew that blood was supposed to stay inside her body. Her new black suit had covered the blood throughout the fight but now as she was cleaning up afterwards she’d found a deep cut across the side of her torso. It stung but she was used to the pain, it wasn’t the first time she’d been injured, but the blood was bad and the sight made her head feel fuzzy and small.

This didn’t make her incapable though - Yelena had been cleaning up injuries far worse than this since she was 6. She cleaned and bandaged her cut, albeit with a fair bit more wincing and whining than normal. It still hurt though, worse because feeling small always made her a bit more sensitive. She couldn’t help crying a little bit, she never ever cried when she was big, ever, but she wasn’t big right now. James - Bucky - who had gone on the mission with her was sitting right outside the motel bathroom and Yelena did not want him to see her cry. Yelena rubbed at her eyes frustratedly, huffing and puffing and stomping her feet when she couldn’t stop the tears. “Yelena? Is everything ok in there?” Bucky called out. Yelena pouted, not wanting to lie but not wanting to worry him either. She opened the door with uncharacteristic hesitancy and a pout on her face.

Bucky immediately noticed Yelena’s regressed state and sighed softly with an understanding smile. “Oh little pup, what’s the matter?” Yelena huffed and shuffled across the motel room to where Bucky was sitting on the edge of one of the dusty old beds.

“Owie,” she frowned, crawling into Bucky’s lap.

“Oh kiddo,” Bucky frowned, rubbing firm but gentle circles on her back with his non-metal hand. He knew she had to be pretty injured to regress so quickly and so openly in front of him. Whilst they’d known each other for a while now, and he’d known about her regression almost as long, Yelena was hesitant to trust anyone - especially when it came to her little side. “Do you need me to clean it up?”

“No.” She grumbled, taking offence to the insinuation that she didn’t know how to clean up her own injury.

“Alright, alright, just checking, wouldn’t want you to get an infection now would we little pup?”

“‘Nfection bad,” Yelena mumbled. Bucky nodded in agreement and gently petted Yelena’s hair. He held her for a moment longer before Yelena grew restless, squirming around in Bucky’s arms. “Wan’ play.”

“Did you bring any toys?” Bucky asked, assuming Yelena hadn’t expected to regress while on the mission.

“No,” she frowned sadly, remembering her toys which had been left in the safety of her apartment.

Bucky thought for a moment, glancing around the bland motel room. “Ok, give me five minutes kiddo and I’ll figure something out.”

Yelena shuffled off Bucky’s lap, being careful not to irritate her injury too much. She watched in confusion as Bucky moved around the room, picking up blankets and pillows. It took a few minutes before she figured out what he was doing. Yelena hadn’t been in a blanket fort since she’d lived in Ohio. Her chest fluttered with excitement as she squirmed and clapped her hands happily. “You excited Любимая?” Bucky questioned, glancing up from the blankets he was spreading over the table with a smile.

“‘Essited!” Yelena squealed, all discomfort forgotten.

Once Bucky had finished setting up he beckoned Yelena over to him, she slipped off the bed and crawled across the floor and into the fort. There were blankets all around the table and pillows on the floor creating a cozy nest just the right size for Bucky and Yelena to cuddle. Bucky let Yelena burrow against him, finding safety in his firm presence beside her and the small space blocking out any possible threats. Whilst they hid under the table Bucky pulled out a small torch and held it up to a blanket. He used the lights to create shadow puppets. Yelena had never seen anything like it! She clapped as he displayed a bunny and then a butterfly. With the help of his metal hand allowing the extra flexibility, Bucky became more adventurous - creating dinosaurs and flowers for Yelena to watch. She giggled and awed at the sights, calming down completely.

[somnolancee]

Ask me stuff about my Cookie run OCs!!

It's been a while I haven't used the TUMBLR Ask stuff but feel free to ask me questions Cookie Run related, OCs related, I would love to answer them!

[leonardoeatscarrots]

Why do you headcanon fiddleford as transfem?

Thanks for the ask, anon ::) ♡

To answer: I don't, necessarily.

I've just always found scientist characters to be quite trans-coded. I love the idea of experimenting on oneself and altering ones own body, both in a divine alchemy and in a body horror way. Trans people are just so cool, haha! Ford and fidds could be trans in any direction they wanted to, and I'd eat that headcannon up, I don't care, so long as they're not cis XD

Plus, being trans myself, I find it enjoyable to project that onto characters. Even since I was younger, I liked to project onto Ford and genderbend him and shit as a means to explore my own gender. So, when I'm drawing him now that I've figured myself out? It feels almost obligatory that he needs to be transmasc. And, you know, while I'm at it, I may as well make Fidds trans too.

Although, I personally envision Fidds as more agender. ヽ(￣▽￣)ノ But even then, I don't think he really knows (or cares) about modern labels. At the end of the day, he's just him, and he wouldn't want anything more. He'll transition how he wants.

TLDR: genderbends, AUs, and headcanons are a tool for viewers to experiment with and explore new identities through characters, or create a character with whom they can relate to.

[dead-dolphins]

NEW | TPP Characters - The Queen's Family

Left to Right ; 1st Prince Ramsay, 3rd Prince Kian, 8th Princess Hiana, Queen Victoria & Lord Theo Magath (Hiana's Husband)

Queen Victoria of House Fritz

Lord Theo Magath of House Marley's Triarchy

1st Prince Ramsay of House Ackerman

3rd Prince Kian of House Ackerman

8th Princess Hiana of House Ackerman

I LOVE THIS FAMILY, idc, I think they are amaziiiiiing❤️❤️❤️

[nightmareevara]

My man keeps giving his unwanted opinion tell me how can I control him bestie?

Can't stand his opinion? Then take a seat on his face.

[starshapedspider]

IIIIIII WOULD LIKE TO TALK ABOUT DOMESTIC TOMREY!!!!!!! I VOLUNTEER!!!!!!! I VOLUNTEER!!!!!1!1!1!!!!!

please tell me whatever thoughts you have i fuckinggg love them sooooo much

you are like an angel from heaven blessing me while im sick thank GOD

IVHAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ITS DIFFICULT TO COMPILE SO ILL LIST SOME TO READ EASIER ... I love them whether it's romantic or platonic they squeeze my little heart. for anyone who'd like to know i headcanon them both to be very autistic n vary differently on spectrum on both sides

AU thoughts under the cut [0 0]/)

- i like to think before getting together they had a very close friendship, close enough for tommy to know how to read benrey's sweet voice which seems to be based off emotion/intention! this would make it easy for them to talk to eachother at times, and I feel like benrey would feel more comfy with him

- after the events of black mesa I don't imagine it was very easy for them to be close again like they were before (very understandably so) but that doesn't mean they couldn't talk it through, about why benrey did what they did and tommy's experience .. i think tommy's dad being g-man had an impact on the rescas, maybe g-man having the ability to end it n take him out of it, etc etc but I'll dwelve into that later lel.

tommy can be very forgiving/lenient to a fault, I feel he'd even know that but would choose to reconnect with benrey anyway. benrey would be very hesitant with accepting his help, I think fully well they'd know what they did wrong and would have shame for choosing to be 'bad' .. in a way tommy can connect to them through this by their connection with g-man/etc. its not much but its something and they'd feel less lonely together, just like they did back in black mesa.

- in this sunkist is tommy's service dog! she accompanies him to help him feel more comfortable in public/focus at work on some days, and after rescas he starts bringing her out daily to accommodate the Much more severe anxiety he'd have. I think after a little bit she'd get used to benrey and even stick around them, if sunkist barks sweet voice at them, they make the same tone back like they're talking!!

I'll stop for now but AAAAHH THX FOR SENDING THIS ANON MUCH LOVE

[lsunstreakerl]

Which chapter of any fic, future or current, do you think will bring the most emotion to us poor readers? (any big emotion)

hmmm probably chapter nineteen of search history! there's a lot to tackle there, but personally I think it's impactful :)

for those of you who follow 1+1+1, the doomed yearning of chapter six is also going to be pretty brutal

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Just so you know "gith" is usually used as a slur in the game so I probably wouldn't use it if I were you.

I promise you it's not. Just because Shadowheart says it with distain sometimes does not make it a slur.

[f1-sketches]

if you ever do more of f1 x cartoons from their country drawings, may I kindly suggest checo and el chavo del ocho? You don’t have to ofc!!😭 love ur art!!

hope this did your ask justice :)! i did a bit of research on the show after i received the ask and spent some time looking at both the live action and animated version for the drawing ^_^.

[preciouslittlewatcher]

Emmrich really would love kate bush oh my god

He would waltz to Army Dreamers (this version specifically) with his lover and there's no denying that.

[inkclover]

Your Nightmo has such pretty eyes (*^▽^*) he’s very cool!

ya managed to catch his attention, op!

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Hi!! I have a request for a little! Rio fic! It's a little bit angsty but can you write one where Rio regresses pretty small and just wants her mama, even though she's a ghostie now? Maybe it's after the scene where she tells Billy he may go and after he's gone, she just slips and wants her mama so bad.

Little!Rio - Alone

Regressuary day 2 !!

As you can probably expect this one is ANGSTY… please be careful reading <3

Tw: brief mention of suicide, in depth discussion of death (it’s like the whole thing)

Word count: 594

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Since the beginning of time Rio had presided over earth. She’d experienced life and death and everything in between a trillion times and would go on to do so an infinite number of times more. She’d seen people laugh and cry, fall in and out of love, kill each other, kill themselves. She’d been the face of fear and the hand of death to every being that’d ever existed yet somehow nothing had hurt as much as this.

As Rio stood in the dark, windy, yard, accompanied only by the flowers bloomed by her own hand, she realised for the first time the finality of death. Agatha was gone. As the younger witch had requested she hadn’t seen Rio’s face as she crossed over, and Rio hadn’t seen hers in return. She’d spent the better half of her existence loving Agatha, and a fair bit of that watching her from a distance like a lost puppy. But now there was no one to love, no one to watch. No Mama. Just Rio.

It was fitting that death was the last one standing at the end of the road. She always was. Death couldn’t cry, couldn't feel such a pitiful human emotion as grief. But somehow she did, every death she’d played a role in since the beginning of time could not compete with the pain this one death forged in her soul. There was no one around anymore, no one to keep her mask up for.

Rio began to regress, her mind growing fuzzy to block out the pain burrowing in her chest. Why was it burning there? Death didn’t have a heart. She sunk to the ground, soft moss engulfing her skeletal knees. She dreamed of a forest far, far away. One with moss just as soft and flowers twice as bright. A home she’d once shared with Agatha, a cottage in the middle of isolation where she’d thought she could live for the rest of eternity, small and safe. At the beginning of time, Rio had thought death was home, that bringing a soul to her realm was bringing them home, but now Agatha was dead and Rio still ached to take her home. Not to the land of souls that were at peace or weeping, but to the little forest with a cottage where they could just be Mama and baby.

Rio wept, though no tears came from her darkened eyes, her chest heaved and her bones rattled. She erupted with choking sounds, strangulated sobs which ached for a comfort they would never again receive. Words slipped through her lips though they fell on deaf ears. Mama. Please, I’m sorry. I want to go home. I need you. But there was no one here, there never would be again.

She dropped her face down by her knees, pressing her forehead into the dirt and moss. Death saw and heard more prayers than any god, but Rio had no god to pray to. She cried to the ground, to the flowers. Allowing her muffled sobs to echo through the soil until she couldn’t tell what was hers anymore. Her words only grew further entangled, coming out wobbly and childlike. Mama. Mama. Mama.

What was there in the world if there wasn’t Mama?

The worst part of it all was that Rio knew Agatha was out there somewhere. That if she hadn’t taken her soul it meant that her Mama wasn’t truly gone. Just hiding from her as promised. Agatha wanted nothing more to do with Rio, but Rio still needed her Mama.