#cleaning up old asks

[hyperblue]

What if Kon had been born as a baby and had been raised as a weapon, subjected to dehumanization and abuse...

He does not consider himself a human being, he does not even have a pronoun in relation to himself from himself or from others, he is just a Superboy, - Superboy is a weapon, Superboy should not feel or think.

Clark and Luther do not consider him their child, although Clark is much better, he at least considers him a human being and gives him a real name. But his feelings for the beautiful young Robin are the first human thing he feels.

kon being raised by luther has always been a fascinating concept to me, especially thinking about how it would affect his relationship with the other kids from the core four and specifically tim

after reading the name bit i immediately thought about tim going "i like your name, sounds cool", and then kon has to thank clark once again the moment he sees him because robin likes the name he picked for kon, isn't that cool!

[dracocheesecake]

Maturing is realizing that this scene:

Was Oogway letting Shifu face his own problems (it's crucial to his development).

[applejuiceyjuice-art]

hi could you draw more twitchtube (fluttering eyelashes)

i used to have this friend who reminds me a bit of youtube (as in he was goofy and said dumb stuff all the time) and my default response was to jokingly tell him to shut up at everything he said. eventually he started making fun of that by saying “shut up” in the smosh voice and i had no comeback for that LOL

i think they would have a similar dynamic also

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

*Look at that one ghost pregnancy carving meme*

Sure, they're normal pregnancy carving... And then they're weird ones. Like, yes, he can't eat a batarang, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to.

Have a little crack I guess! Also bonus point if it's angst for the others batfam members

Angst, you say?

Jason came out of a daze to the sound of broken glass.

Why was he in Tim’s room? He remembers getting up to look in the kitchen. Nothing was appealing at the moment but he was hungry and Dr. Leslie mentioned he was a little below weight.

He was looking and nothing was appealing but then he felt a pull and-

“Jason, what the fuck.”

Tim looked disheveled, clearly back from his patrol.

Why was he freaking out? Sure, Tim finding him here was strange but-

Jason was suddenly aware of something papery in his mouth.

“Wha-?”

“Jason why?”

Tim looked like he had shot him, and as Jason looked around him he realized that he may as well.

Around him laid a shredded old box.

Tim’s old photo box.

He remembers when he was first reached out to his family again after the mess of reintroduction.

The olive branch Tim held out to him. The night they sat in the lounge as Tim shyly showed him the years of photos. They were up until dawn reminiscing. It was the first time he started to think of the two of them as brothers.

They weren’t all ruined but quite a few had obvious teeth marks and tears.

Shit.

“I-I don’t- fuck! Baby bird I’m so sorry. I don’t even remember..”

Jason raised a frustrated palm to his eyes at tears started to pool.

Fuck, Tim was shutting down.

“It’s- it’s fine, I was in the middle of digitizing the photos anyways. Never know what will happen, you know?”

Jason removed the photo from his mouth and tried to flatten it out what was left. It was one of the one’d around his debut as Robin, sitting on a gargoyle under a moonlit sky.

Jason gently got off his knees with a wobble before he gently took his brother into his arms.

“I-I already got most of them taken care of.. It’s fine.. you didn’t- the baby been doing a lot of strange things to you. You nearly bit a batarang last week- it’s not- something like this was bound to happen and-“

Tim made a keening he folded himself into Jason’s side.

Looking around at the carnage as Jason tried his best to comfort his brother as he wailed.

“This shouldn’t’ve happened. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

He muttered as he rubbed up and down Tim’s back.

“Okay… Okay.. How about we go downstairs huh? We can go downstairs, and I’ll make us some hot chocolate ‘n’ we can put on one of those shitty b-rated horror movies we love to roast.”

Avoiding what Jason could only assume was a cup of coffee on the floor, he closed the door and gently guided his little brother down the hall.

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[aubeezz]

Hey aubeezz how do you feel about your old art like your phantommy art?

These feels personal and honestly I might delete a lot of my dsmp stuff /gen

[theslyvoid9]

still thinking about your sheriff

god you and me both

[llondonfog]

Oh no please take care of yourself! Drink lots of water and rest! Hope your fever go away soon!

I have a little something (hopefully can cheer you up during your sickness). It was a short ficlet (which I am devastated to announce I have lost the link to 😭) from Lilia's POV on one of his rare sick days. He feels his brain all mushy and he very much intends to sleep the fever away like he always does, but he wakes up to tiny Silver putting a dripping wet towel on his face in his attempt to mimic what his father did to him when he was sick. Lilia is, of course, touched by the gesture, but he is also concerned that tiny Silver might catch the cold from him, yet he can't persuade tiny Silver to stay far from him. So he tells tiny Silver that Malleus is coming over and assigns tiny Silver the honor task of tidying their house to welcome the prince (Lilia lies, Malleus is busy to show up that day and he never minds the messy state of Lilia's abode anyway). But tiny Silver believes him and welcomes his papa's knightly order and he, along with his animal friends, sets out to make their home spotless!!! Lilia then drifts back to sleep, only wakes up when the fever has subsidized, just to find the tiny bunny plushie on his bed. That was the plushie he made to gift tiny Silver on the day he started sleeping separately from his papa, to "be his guard to protect him from bad dreams".

(Please if anyone has the link to this ficlet please please please share 😭 I need to read it again and again it's one of the cutest things ever)

WAHHHHHHH one of my greatest weaknesses is Silver being the caretaker for Lilia!!! This hardened warrior who has been guarded and alone for so many centuries of his life now being gently cared for by his little human son??? UGH.

(also the thought that Lilia has softened so much as to handmake a little stuffed animal that would serve to comfort his son!! the domestic vision of him clumsily sewing together a bunny plushie, nicking his fingers and the stitches crooked and uneven, only for Silver to exclaim so happily that he loves his new friend when Lilia presents it to him and hugs it close!! oh, it makes the stinging ache in his bandaged fingers all the more worth it, this strange warmth spreading out from his chest.)

Hopefully someone will see this and know what the fic was so that we can link it properly here 😭

[carlyraejepsans]

"you'd think people from the minority with a specific slang word for "young, skinny, clean-shaven effeminate man" would be a little less clueless about this stuff, but you know... gay terminology only exists for online jokes right? LOL"

Huh???

what do you people think a twink is

[leafpoolstar]

Leafpool ♥️♥️♥️♥️❤️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️

the only warriored cat that matters....

[jays-doodle-spool]

i never know what to say whenever someone who’s never pursued learning a language asks me “where are you in [language]”

how am i meant to express how far i am when they have no reference points but refuse to accept “im in year 2 of the language” as an answer. what answer do u want. i beg of u.

like, there’s general markers such as saying “i’m getting into more complex grammatical structures with compound sentences” but the person i’m speaking to has no idea what that means for progress

i then get asked if i would be able to “talk to them”

yes?? if they used words i know, which are simple, but still enough for a complete conversation, but not fluent

just ask me if I’m fluent yet if the deepest you’ve thought about language learning is “can speak to a native speaker or not”

idk what u want from me. i missed this lecture on small talk

[roger-paladino]

Going anon cause of nervousness, but I really love your Kevin drawings? Requesting a little more cause it's all super great. /nf

Never feel nervous to ask for Kevin they're my favourite to draw

[positivelybeastly]

Hey, could we see a story about Hank’s (Grant Morrsion, shortly after his recovery from Cassandra’s beat down) parents showing up to visit him? He tries to hide about what happened, but hide parents see right through him and he can’t hide his tears. But it ends off one a happy note, literally! (Leaving a cause for a brief moment isn’t a crime…)

“You’re going to wear the paper through, doing that.”

Scritch. Scritch. Tear.

“Hank.”

Scritch. Annoyed scritch.

“Hank.”

Annoyed scritch. Tear.

“Ha - ” He threw the pen against the windshield and let out a ragged breath, the new paws flexing angrily as the biro shattered with the force with which he’d thrown it. Jean was quiet. The breathing was hurt, on the verge of tears, and she knew better than to continue.

Hank was a man with more letters after his name than he could write right now. It wasn't a pretty thought.

So they sat like that for a good long while, Hank’s head in his paws and Jean’s knuckles near white on the steering wheel.

“… I can’t use a pen, Jean.” She nodded slowly, drumming a finger on the wheel. He was a little bit scary like this, eerily focused on whomever he was talking to, eyes like lamplights now. He claimed that the blue would return once he settled down, that it was just a case of emotional state and hormonal imbalance, but she didn’t know if she believed him or not. She let him believe it, though.

“I can’t use a pen.”

That belief is one of the few things that he was able to hold on to at the moment.

“I know, Hank.” A hand moved over to squeeze at his paw, and the grip that came back was painful but bearable. She could feel the grip wavering as he shook. That was another thing he’d mentioned - mood swings, inability to express fine motor control … it was going to take a lot of adjustment. But hopefully this would help. Slow and smooth, they pulled up on the end of the road leading down to the McCoy family farm, and Jean turned to him.

“Should I - ?” Already he was shaking his head, letting out a hot breath that exuded tension. Nerves. “I can do it. I need to do it.” He looked up at her and nodded. “Thank you for doing this for me.” She nodded, making a motion as if to say it was nothing, but he was shaking his head already, expressing it really wasn’t nothing.

He couldn’t drive, either, after all.

Easing his new, bulkier form out of the car, he closed the door behind him - carefully, now - and popped the trunk, grabbing his bags, letting the magnetic lock pull the lid back down. He didn’t really trust himself to push it back down, his strength was … he’d broken a few things. Hank waved, moving down the road slowly, hearing the three point turn and trying to keep himself calm. Last chance.

Ask to go back with her. You can’t do this, this is too soon. You’ll scare them.

He kept moving, knowing without looking that she was picking up speed, moving away.

You can catch up, she’ll see you in the rear mirror. You don’t want to do this, you’re forcing yourself. You don’t want to scare them. Please turn back.

His grip was near painful on the luggage handles, feeling like it was sheer hormonal energy propelling him along the road. It certainly wasn’t will or desire doing it.

You can hitchhike back or something, just turn around, wait, call someone, this is an awful idea, they won’t even recognise you, they’ll be scared, they won’t believe it’s you, they’ll hurt you it’ll hurt it’ll hurt please turn back I don’t want to do this I’m scared I’m scared I’m so fucking scared it hurts.

Without even realising it he had staggered over to one of the fence posts, his claws so deeply embedded in it that he could feel wood splintering out around his fingers. That was what was hurting. Sweat - in his eyes - ?

Panic attack. He was having a panic attack, right outside the house.

It’ll be all right. They’ll know it’s you. You’re their son, they’ll know you. They did it once, they can do it again. You aren’t some animal that they’ll shoot to keep the chickens safe, you’re their son.

Absently, his free paw reached out to touch one of the near abnormally large tomatoes that his parents grew here on the farm. He’d done that. Genetic engineering. Snapdragon genes, transcription factors - improved nutrition. Lemon basil genes, geraniol synthase - improved taste. He did that. Years ago.

With a deep breath, Hank very gently pulled his paw from the wood, picked the splinters out, blew out a breath, picked up his bags - it was all very smooth, very calm, one action to another, don’t think about the animality in the way you’re doing it - and walked up the front steps.

“ - I’m telling you, Norton, if you keep up with these small portions - ”

“Edna, I’m a grown man, if I want to slow it down and eat just three pancakes at a time instead of four, then that's what I'm going to - ”

Knock on the door. If the old him were here, he’d have picked up the key under the mat and sneaked inside, only to start reciting Three Little Pigs as he crept up on his mother and father.

He didn’t particularly want to be the Big Bad Wolf today.

He could hear them moving around inside, evidently not expecting anyone - senses were going overboard, picking up so much that was familiar and yet completely new, being seen with five fresh senses - and Hank took a deep breath. Door lock, tumblers sliding out. Turn. Hinges. Focus on the immediate, focus on what’s going on right in front of you. Stop overthinking.

They stood there for a few moments, just looking at him. He didn’t know what threw them off more. The fact that he was dressed from tip to toe in kevlar and leather and cotton, instead of barely clothed? The yellow of his eyes, intelligent, darting, slitted, a stark expression of the fear that was pulsing through him? Or perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t have a nose anymore - he had a snout, and fangs, and little cat ears that he wanted to pin back or tear off or anything to just stop thinking about them - 

“Hank?”

It was his mother who said it, and he felt the greatest weight fall out from underneath him. She recognised him. He was strange and familiar and human and animal and even his voice sound wrong and his own mother recognised him.

And with a trembling little nod, he stepped forward and into the house.

“Hi mom. Dad.” Hank gave them a little smile, a little shade of blue returning to his eyes. They just kept looking at him, not sure what to make of him, not sure of what to say, looking like their entire worlds had been rocked. So he did what he always did.

“… Dad’s right, you know, if he wants to starve on such a small portion, it’s his choice.”

[syrenki]

post depressive episode clarity like what the fuck do you mean they'll never disappear, just fade.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

every time my dad does anything he has to do it in the most annoying and loudest way possible. and honestly i'm not sure if he means to or he's just really goddamn stupid but it's really really grating. and i'm suffering the werewolf curse rn so i'm ready to die

[naturesbeat]

Hello everyone! It's been a while, but I think I'm finally in a better place time & health wise to be back here again! I'm gonna be sprucing things up around here and re-following some people. Thank you for everyone who stuck around, and thank you to those of you who are willing to be mutuals again!

[foccaccia]

does anyone have recommendations for fictional media that has like. actual lesbians in it. not like supergirl Two White Skinny Girls, One Blonde and One Brunette Kiss media, or "its implied lesbianism!!!" but just regular fucking lesbians