#erm helloo

[sonny-whorezik]

im sooooo drunk @ tyler

tyyyyyyllleeeeeerrrrr😭😭😭😭😭

[twotimefromforsaken]

you know .it’s bad when I make an oc😔

[steeltwigz]

Here's. That thing I did

I don't usually write so. Sorry if it's ooc! Also it has no title. (the plot is that Sonic is really upset and Tails is the only one who notices, which makes TAILS really upset. But it's mostly abt Tails. Takes place shortly after the end of the Metal Virus arc, slight divergence from canon becuz I didn't reread the comics beforehand)

Tails watched Sonic out of the corner of his eye. They were in a meeting with the rest of the Resistance, something about the clean-up efforts. The Metal Virus had just been eradicated, but they still had a lot of displaced Mobians and humans to relocate, and even more debris to sift through and clear out before they could really relax.

The meetings were really only trivial for Tails at this point since his task was always the same- build temporary shelters and help create or restore homes in areas G.U.N still refused to touch- and as such he wasn't really paying attention. He almost missed it then, when some volunteer rookie stirred at the far end of the room. They slammed the table, interrupting Amy's speech with a loud BANG that ricochetted through the large meeting space. The jolt of surprise caused Tails' fur to fluff up, and silence to fall as the rookie started shouting, how they were tired of cleaning, how the Resistance should be out there fighting, how Sonic had ruined everything by not "taking care" of Eggman when he had the chance, and look what good it did them. Tails' ears flattened against his head, and he stood up, too, to defend his brother (who repeatedly saved countless Mobian lives!), but Sonic deterred him with a hand on his shoulder and a gentle push to get him back into his seat. Amy then dragged the rookie out by the arm and the meeting was over.

"It's ok, Sonic." He whispered, almost conspiratorially. Because Sonic wasn't supposed to need help or have big, complex feelings. His foot tapped faster and he didn't quite meet Tails' eye.

Some volunteers shot a glance at Sonic as they walked by, equally split between those who seemed to agree with their upset teammate, and those who pitied their high-speed hero. Sonic, trying to save face, only stared at the far wall, reclining back and scratching his nose. His hand hadn't left Tails' shoulder yet, though the grip he was using was almost feather-light, as if Sonic was forcing himself to relax, something the fox kit mentally added to the list of tells slowly building in his mind. Only once everyone had filed out of the meeting room, bar Sonic, Tails, and their friends who had stuck around, did Sonic's grip tighten ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing for just a moment before returning to half-lidded annoyance. Tails' noted the rigid posture, the way Sonic had tucked his hand behind his head to try and smooth down his raised quills, the way his foot tapped under the table. Anyone would have assumed Sonic was simply annoyed. Maybe even a bit bored. But there was a small tremor- a crack only Tails recognized, through years of learning Sonic's mannerisms, and to Tails it was as glaring as the red alerts that he had programmed in his machines. Tails sighed through his nose, willing his fluffed up fuzz to return to normal. He rested his hand on Sonic's and leaned in so he could talk quietly.

"'Course it is." He shot back, only slightly louder than he needed to. Amy, who had wandered back into the room, glanced over at them, clearly worried. Sometimes Tails wished Sonic would be as easy to read as she was, if only so he had someone else to notice and help him.

Dodging her gaze with an ease learned from years of experience, Sonic cleared his throat and lowered his voice again. "Why wouldn't it be ok?"

Tails' breathing stuttered. Wasn't that the question of the century. That wasn't exactly what Tails would have described it as. How could he possibly say that it was ok that Sonic had been missing for six months, only to be thrust back into the midst of a global war, to think that he could have ended it all with Mr. Tinker but chose not to and be forced to watch the consequences build in real time. How was it ok that Sonic had to run from everyone, that he couldn't do anything but watch as Eggman polluted the planet, that Sonic couldn't even take a minute to rest, that it had been that way for months, relentlessly, and that they only barely stopped it. They were used to skin-of-their-teeth escapes, but nothing like this. Tails would sometimes lie awake at night knowing how Sonic must've blamed himself, and- worse- how many people, Mobians and humans alike, blamed him almost as much. And sometimes, when he really couldn't rest, Tails was left wondering if Sonic really kept believing that the virus wouldn't have won as it got worse. But sure. Of course it'd be ok.

Sonic noticed Tails' mind racing and nudged him out of his stupor. "C'mon, lighten up." His voice lacking any of the usual pep or energy.

Tails turned and met Sonic's gaze, cold like steel. It sent a shiver down his spine. "Sonic-" he started.

But Sonic had already stood up. He stretched, ruffling Tails' hair. He spoke louder this time, voice carrying through the room and dripping with false emotion. "Good talk, bud. But really, don't worry about it, 'kay? Amy'll show that punk a thing or two for me, right Ames?" He turned to her and smiled, to which Amy rolled her eyes and laughed, muttering a 'yeah, sure' that Tails barely heard over the pounding in his ears. Sonic winked then backed towards the door, glancing away when Tails lightly shook his head. "Well," he said, stretching again, "I'm gonna head out. Go for a jog, see if I can't find any leftover bots while I'm at it. See ya!" He said, before racing off.

Tails jumped up, shouting "Wait!" and reaching for his brother, but his hand only passed through the afterimage Sonic left in his wake. His fists clenched at his sides and he breathed harshly out of his nose.

The silence in the meeting room stretched on as Tails watched the dust settle back to the floor, Sonic's titular blue blur fading from his vision and his own namesakes beating the air in tandem. He suppressed an urge to growl, instead scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows. He could feel the eyes of his friends staring at him and it made the fur along his spine raise.

"Sooo," Amy said, after a minute of silence broken only by Tails' fluttering, "he seemed to take that pretty well!"

Tails' fur fluffed up again and he shouted, throwing his arms into the air, before hunching in on himself and storming back to his lab.

[autism-corner]

wife

[nottivagos]

hihihi!! helloo!! Welcome to Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook, where I write you some filth to make your Wednesday that little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty

Rockstar!Daniel Ricciardo who's usually rowdy and rough in the press and his music, but when alone with Popstar!Reader he is quickly put into his place, quiet and flustered.

an: i listened to Juno by Sabrina Carpenter probably around over 50 times whilst brainstorming this.... oops! and this is like my first ever "SMUT SMUT". so erm, technical inaccuracies available. no refunds tho :(

If anyone saw Daniel Ricciardo now, they'd think he was a different man.

Despite he renowned reputation for being aggressive in press interviews and his own rock concerts, there was a different side to him that you saw.

The softer, more purer side to Danny that was made only for your eyes. The side to Danny that actually was true to himself, not putting up some facade for the cameras or his own image in the music industry.

Lip-glossed lips sensually kissed his own chafed ones, slowly melting into each slow peck that turned into a snog. You were still dressed in your glittery dress from your concert's 'big finale', not having time to get changed into anything different due to the rush.

A distinct line of saliva connected both of you, as your lips drifted away from his, leaving him slightly flustered at the sudden removal.

"Danny," you whispered, soft eyes glossing over his facial features as you raised his head with a gentle hand underneath his chin. "Did you enjoy the show?" you questioned softly with a giggle, glossy painted lips forming a giddy smile.

The intimacy was electric, the only sounds heard in the dressing room being your sweet hums and Danny's heavy breathing. Clammy palms held your hips so gentlemanly, as you dangled your legs, with your sparkly stiletto show boots still on, ever so gracefully over his thighs.

"Hmm?" you hummed, arching your brow as your eyelids fluttered ever so angel-like. Smooth fingertips traced his bare chest in a teasing motion, lining all his tattoos with grace, as he mumbled a “it was wonderful, baby,” bashfully.

Danny was such a sweetheart like this. It was endearing, really, it was. Noone in the public would ever have thought in a million years that the rockstar, known for being destructive and crude, would be a mumbling mess when underneath a pretty popstar.

"Thank you, Danny," you mumbled sweetly, pecking his cheek softly, leaving a distinct red lipstick mark there. You felt a rush of heat race up to his cheeks as you cupped them ever so gently, thumb brushing against the bone.

"You're so pretty when you're like this," you teased, biting your bottom lip before letting the plump flesh bounce back. You then leaned in closer, the movement causing the rockstar’s breath to hitch before bringing your lips ever so close to his ear, "Makes me wanna keep you like this forever," your hot breath brushed against his ear, "no more swearing, no more breaking guitars, no more 'bad boy Danny'. Just.. Danny."

Moving away slowly from your ear, you adjusted slightly on his lap, making him groan lowly. Raising a brow, and glancing down a subtle imprint had formed in his pants, stiff and tight.

A cheeky laugh escaped your lips as you looked back up at Daniel with a knowing smirk. "Oops," you whispered, touches now deliberately slow; sparks of electricity flowing with each stroke and smooth graze on his flesh.

Daniel bit his bottom lip, diverting his eyes away from his throbbing erection, muffling a moan as you tortured him with your gentle caresses. Your eyes flickered to his face, now reddened, before slowly sliding off his lap to in between his legs, prying them open ever so slowly.

"Do you need help with that?" Broke his flustered haze, your perfectly dolled up face looking up at him ever so angelic.

"Y-Yeah–" he fumbled on his words, as he felt his hands go clammy again. "Right," a nervous voice shook, as he rubbed them across his thighs. Locking eyes with you for a moment, he saw the excited sparkle in them, a subtle nod to his crotch following.

"B-belt, oh yeah," he understood the prompt whilst wide-eyed. He went down to unbuckle his belt with haste, signalling a hum of approval from you.

Before he could reach his zipper, your perfectly manicured hands reached there first, "Let me," you murmured, eyes half-lidded and a body buzzing with excitement. It was so endearing seeing Danny regressed into this state, mumbly and nervous as you deliberately pried his erect cock from the confines of his boxers, springing against his bare chest.

”My beautiful boy,” you cooed, wrapping your right hand against his hard length, squeezing ever so slightly. Daniel bit his lip in response, cheeks burning underneath your tender grasp, “should I start fast or slow, hm?”

Haggard breath caught in Danny's throat as his brown doe eyes widened even more, “I-I don't—” he stuttered and messed up his words as you pumped his shaft at a moderate pace, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he rested his head against the small futon.

“T-that’s good.. Fuck..” he confirmed, chest rising ever so faster now as you continued to pump, the pace gradually becoming faster and faster. Hips bucking upwards, he whimpered, followed by a small giggle from you.

Danny's cock was throbbing overwhelmingly, the ecstasy he was feeling blurred his consciousness as the red tip leaked its salty pre-cum onto your lotioned hands.

At this point, Danny's thrusts upwards had become desperate— he was a whining mess in your hands, groans and moans leaving his mouth left, right and center, as they echoed around the empty dressing room, adding some background noise which only fuelled the fire for you.

”Are you gonna come for me, Danny?” you drawled with a cheeky glint in your eye, right hand vigorously jerking his rock hard length in your palm as his hips matched your relentless pace, racing his release.

He nodded like a needy puppy, looking down at you with those big, pleading eyes, flushed face and breathless— you couldn't help but give in.

”Go on then,” you coaxed, giving his length a few sharp squeezes as you continued to pump his shaft, ”Come for me, Danny.”

Thick ropes of cum sprayed from his throbbing length as he let out a loud groan, gasping from the pleasure as he came down from the high. You licked your lips in anticipation at the salty seed on his bare chest, mingling with his happy trail.

”Happy now?” you asked with a wicked look in your eye, a smirk plastered on your face as you looked back up at him. Danny mustered a weak nod, before you moved your face to be closer to his stomach where all his cum had landed.

”Let me clean this up for you, darling.”

AGHHH DANNY RIC I LOVE YOU. anyways, thank you for joining me for the second addition to my notebook! lots of love - notti<3

[kaissauce]

erm... hiii... [stares at you pathetically], do you have anything you'd want to share about the Fresh in your multiverse?

if that's too vague.. maybe about his relationships/what people think/know of him? know from that one fic a while back that nm's gang is very unfamiliar with that guy, but want to know other character's knowledge. Like Error or Ink.

-your moot who likes fresh. but is too nervous. to not be on anon

helloo, went a little crazy with this so there's a lot

fundamentally fresh is not too different in my multiverse. he's still a parasite only focused on survival. it's just the execution that differs a bit since he doesn't have to swap hosts anymore

he's not really close with anyone. he doesn't feel the need to get close to anyone unless it benefits him and since he can just infect people he's hardly short of company (even though that's basically just hanging out with yourself since they're all under his control essentially. they are still aware though).

but dream considers him a friend (but it's really one-sided and dream has a VERY generous definition of friend so) and he acts friendly towards error to get some free food from his labyrinth (which is where error traps the residents of the aus he destroys).

while most people in the multiverse that are aware of him just hope they never encounter him ever, there are people curious of his origins and want to know more about him. it's like a whole community. he's like a cryptid to them sorta. he's aware of this and it amuses him so he spreads false rumors to spark discourse

[silentstyx]

Helloo could you do a mortal reader x percy jackson. Where percy gets tartarus nightmares and reader comforts him and he begins to open up and tell her the truth about him . And reader just continues to support him and comforts him

Orrr instead of rachel leading the labyrinth. Percy asks his mortal girlfriend and she meets annabeth and I want to see that interaction since the reader is pretty affectionate with percy and vice versa

PROTECTIVE ANNIE OR PERCYYY

No pressure ofc!!

Have a lovely day/night/evening!!

uh im gonna do these both but in like two different ways idk how to explain. lemme cook, idk just read this please:

Divine Confessions

sum! "mortal reader x percy jackson. percy gets tartarus nightmares and reader comforts him and he begins to open up and tell her the truth about him. reader continues to support him and comforts him"

tw! erm idk nightmares, none rly

percy woke up with his chest heaving, his breaths unsteady as he tries to calm himself down. he tried to sit up, yet it was like he was pinned to the bed in the dark room. his loud, wheezy breaths woke up the girl sleeping peacefully next to him. she groaned and flipped to look at him, with a grumpy look because it's the middle of the night and she was awoken from her slumber.

she then saw the pure panic and fear on his face, making her features soften. her brows knitted as she moved a hair out of his face.

"percy its okay, im here, ive got you and no one can hurt you. i promise." you reassure him.

he couldnt even move his head to look at you. he hated this. he felt so weak and vulnerable. he tried to respond but he couldnt think of something.

"ok cmon breath with me, perce." you whisper to him, softly as not to scare him anymore. you press soft pecks to his temple before taking breaths to show him.

he copies your breathing, slightly calming down from the affection. his brain started to realize there is no real threat besides his own imagination. gods. his own imagination has betrayed him yet again.

he was finally able to look at you, the worry strung on your face.

" 'm okay love" he reaffirms. he looks up at you and sighs, "just a nightmare, promise."

You cup his face, thumbs rubbing comfortingly on his cheeks, "percy what was the dream about that was so bad that you had a panic attack about it?"

He sighs, how is he supposed to tell his girlfriend that has two normal human parents that his dad is a greek god. let alone poseidon himself. "okay pretty, i gotta tell you something. you're not gonna believe me but i need you to listen."

the seriousness in his tone catches you off guard, you face him more. your brows furrow more, "what is it? are you okay?"

"im a demigod, my dad is poseidon, my nightmare was about one of the quests i went on to tartarus where i thought my best friend, y'know the girl annabeth i talked about? yeah her moms athena, she almost died while we were in tartarus." he explains, too quickly to make sense in your brain. it was practically a word jumble.

you just looked at him with a dumbfound look on your face until you breathed in and nodded, "okay."

now it was his turn to be dumbfounded. what? okay? you're just accepting it?

"only okay? is that all you have to say?" he asks incredulously.

"right now im super tired and im only really hearing like a fourth of everything your saying, we can talk about this more in the morning, okay?" you explain, rubbing your left eye. once you finish talking you yawned.

he nods and lays all the way down, resting his head back on the pillow with a light sigh. he was facing the opposite way so you come up behind him closer, laying your left leg over his and gently rubbing his spine. up and down with your strokes. this repeated gentle motion eventually lulled you and him to sleep.

the other part: Bound by Fate

[radiopixelctive]

i was pretty bored sooo.....

@mrfellsans helloo hello hello hey heyy wassup yea i know we don't talk much, like.. at all but. that doesn't mean i can't make fanart for ye you know uhuh

sillay :3 ok next uhh

@thefreedomskeleton HELLO UUUUUHHH i saw you while being on different blog and erm. p. papyryss. papyrus cool. ERM. YEAH. i tried my best to not mess it up it was super difficult but i THINKK i succeeded......

and finally

@jutudtkk6565 my guy hehe

basically it counts as doing fanart for myself. so silly!!1!

k im done bye.

[circusk]

WHYWOULD YOUSAY THAT

i'm the only person in the whole world who genuinely like dale dimmadome it is so so lonely here .

[aziraphales-library]

Erm-

Helloo‼️‼️

Havent asked before but, so here we go!

would you have any Artist Aziraphale recommendations? Or Artist Crowley?

Either one would be alright! —

You all are all angels,

thank you for making this blog!!! :D

Hi. We have #artist aziraphale and #artist crowley tags. Here are a couple more to add to both tags...

A Portrait For You by Izabella95 (T)

Aziraphale gets dragged out for the evening but not without bringing his sketchbook. He notices someone across the way and has to draw them. Anathema thinks he should give the drawing to the stranger. What could go wrong?

One Golden Glance (Of What Should Be) by Sunjinjo (G)

His first batch of pieces had all been starscapes, and increasingly big and dramatic ones at that. It’d turned out he’d really needed to get a lot of pent-up celestial creativity out of his system. Crowley discovers a new hobby. It might actually be a really old one, though, and the same sort of applies to Aziraphale. Can be read as a standalone work.

A Thousand Words by Kat_Rowe (T)

Aziraphale's been keeping a sketchbook for thousands of years. Crowley never knew that before, but somehow, it's no longer very surprising to him that he appears quite frequently.

The Poet's Eye by HolyCatsAndRabbits (E)

(Note that Aziraphale is called Ambrose in this fic) Ambrose watched Crowley stir into wakefulness just after the sun had fully risen. Ambrose was wearing a robe, sitting at the desk in his bedroom, scribbling out lines and phrases and sketches, trying to somehow capture Crowley on paper. Ambrose had never recited poetry during sex before, let alone written poetry while holding someone in his arms. He had, on occasion, stayed up all night frantically filling a notebook with ideas. Just not while staring at the man who’d fucked him the night before until he’d seen stars and all manner of other visions. Ambrose realized what had happened around three a.m., when he was in the middle of a series of drawings focusing on the line of Crowley’s neck as it curved up from his shoulder and then met the pillow. Ambrose had fallen into using "the poet’s eye" during sex, and he was still using it now, unable to stop seeing Crowley as a living work of art. It was the way he’d first glimpsed Crowley in the park, and here, with the beautiful firefighter lying naked in his bed, Ambrose was filling notebooks about him. The poor man had become his muse.

The Grand Design of Art and Coffee by kahlannightwing (E)

When sharply-dressed Anthony Crowley entered Azira Fell's coffee shop, the last thing the ex-bookseller expected was for him to be attracted to the painter. This was just a stop, per Gabriel's insistence, on Crowley's way to get rid of his art block. It was certainly not permission for Azira to develop feelings! Could it be that Crowley can fall as hard as he has?

Out of Suffering Into Love by Slow_Burn_Sally (E)

Aziraphale is a sexually repressed man who grew up in a religious household. Crowley is an artist with a sordid past. Both of them are afraid to love and be loved.

- Mod D

[riacte]

"I see 2 of me. Wait did Martyn raid me or something? I mean, erm, I wasn't spying" She is so funny

LMFKWJFKWKDKWKDKWJ

Also she got a Ren dupe and was like “can’t get rid off the guy” and it’s because Martyn’s here??? Helloo?????

[unsolicited-justice]

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ+ A THUD, A BANG . A HAMMER FALLEN.

Footsteps..Shuffling..a voice. A distant bell ringing.

"Damnit..This things workin' right? Oh-- shit."

{ Throat clearing . }

Hello !

Welcome to the [ MRDOOMBRINGER: Forsaken ] Ask/Rp blog!

This blog in question. Takes place BEFORE Doombringers appearance in Forsaken . (Same with our counterpart blog)

There will be some cussing / gore on this blog . I say gore as every so often there will be ART. Not often. At all. Dont expect it. / Will also use average roblox games for some stuff !

Boundaries!! ↓↓

-- Be RESPECTFUL and responsible about what you say, doombringer and i have our rights to not respond to any asks we deem..Erm, Not to our liking

-- RPS ARE ALLOWED!! This blog in general IS an rp in itself, being created by a little thing i and Lime, our counterpart blogs host! Did a while back. We will also be interacting with other blogs every once in a while, but mainly clinging onto [ @illiterate-bluu-dude ] 's leg..sadly (/J)

-- Finally, No nsfw or proshipping on this fucking blog, you will be blocked and or ignored entirely

-- BUT! You are allowed to flirt. We are not against this and are even fine with mutual flirting, cant say it will go any farther then that though.

End of BOUNDARIES!! Be silly gang!

You will learn more about DOOM as the blog goes on, but make sure to look towards our counterpart for any additional information!

Example for speech:

⛔// > Text

RP SPEECH:

[ ⛔ ] > " text text "

Actions:

{ Action }

Otherwise. If He sends an ask, He will speak normally.

Mod notes will use \ text / for the brackets. You will see these ALOT! Mod and tag stuff under cut.

Haha, HELLOO!! Mod Gabe here :3

i am a silly guy, i go by he/they/it and doombringer here, our main guy! goes by he/they. This blog is getting added to it at a CONSTANT. It is constantly under construction and i am fighting for my life trying to think of lore 🥀

I am very sillay! so you may just send asks for me in general aswell, anywayzz

TAGS!!

#DAMNED IN THE BANLANDS , this is for normal asks, will also use this for an rp that started from an ask (basically every single one LMAOO)

#Friend 0r foe , this is for anon asks !

#Familiar faces , this is for an ask without anonymous on, and its a user we recognize!

#YOUR VOID , this tag will only specifically be used when we are interacting with our COUNTERPART blog, he has one for us aswell respectfully, so we might as well repay that favor.

#Needed justice , is a tag for roleplay. This will be seen often.

Extras / HCS

Mod tag: #Fishy gabe , for when i yap or respond to an ask !

-- Doom often has.. outbursts, he has a temper, which is why i say be responsible and respectful, his temper is something that only two people can calm! that either being noli, or john doe. John for reasons unknown, noli for erm..Yea um, Yea. Gay, ok(/J) formerly. the other roblox admins/staff could calm him down aswell, his outbursts werent as bad then..but times have changed.

-- He's in his 30's, at best (hes literally immortal(?)) still has a fuckton of muscle, tho! I mean, yeah obviously.. why wouldn't he.

-- You will barely see or get him to have his helmet off. I will explain why later. Its not for the reason you think!

-- As keeper of the banlands, he tends to be..serious, often, but hes a big softie sometimes. So dont get too spooked by em'. He's like a big ol' mama bear.. but, he WILL be smug sometimes.

-- He takes his job SERIOUSLY. he is not fond of interruption..

-- Upon an event happening with a blog hes familiar with, even if they have not interacted yet, He will be watching. Giving warnings.

ok yea thats it sigma

This Doom is a bit different from the others, He takes his job serious, but hes a sarcastic piece of shit.

[phightingaus]

holly fartttttt

overgrow au , go

https://phighting-ocs-real.fandom.com/wiki/Overgrow_au

:3

[the link!]

YOOOOO IT'S YOU!! WAVES AT YOU HI HI HIII IT'S ME HAHAHSH ( @nonofficial-anon ) HELLOO!! LIVE REACTION TO THE AU BELOW HASHDASDG

1.) I JUST SAT DOWN???? I JUST GOT HERE???? 10/10 first sentence into an AU I've ever read LMFOAID I HEART KILLING OFF THE SUBSPACE!!! /SILLY

2.) I'm trying so hard to think of a name for half-plant Subspace.... uh uh uh uh.... Venspace Flytrap (after venus flytrap). did i cook /silly. anyways I LOVE GIVING FACTIONS LORE OMHLHL WAIT WAIT WAIT what if the plant is like. a kind of lotus. and like. that's why Vine Staff has a lotus as her phinisher. chat let me cook. anyways What Do You Mean It Got On Subspace's Fresh Corpse. DID HE GET KILLED IN THIEVES' DEN???? wait that'd be sick let that happen... oughj live laugh love plant characters

CHIGRAFT: CHIGRAFT!!!!! MY BABY /POS THE ABSOLUTE GOOBER!! aww they're a mini subspace.... dw chat I'll give you as much attention as you need !! -i say as they order my death to the 929399293 zetas nearby /silly

HYPERLASER: ooooooo wait wait wait wait wait I have a question, how and why did he improve the biografts? was it for a specific motive for himself or was it like. advice from external sources? type shit. cuz I feel like that's not smthn he would do UNLESS under very specific circumstances cuz I love the idea of Hyper taking responsibility over a biograft model.... wojghgjg hyperlaser-based bio skin when /silly ALSO THAT IS A SICK NAME FOR A BIO

VINE STAFF: WHATATATATT????? SHE'S THE WHAT?????? part of my whimsiness is dead bc tumblr saved the wrong iteration of the draft of my reply so uh. questions instead of forcing it yippee!! how is she the curse now (how'd it happen type shi)? why'd she do that to Thieves' Den (and was it out of malice)? what kind of ruler is she? food for thought, love it when an au focuses on her somewhat yippee!!

SUBSPACE: WE KNOW HIM, WE LOVE (and hate) HIM, THE MAN HIMSELF!! good lord how much damage did scythe do 💔💔😭 wait wait wait ims ory CHOPPED IN HALF??? I THOUGHT. WHATATATTT NAWH 😭😭😭😭😭 but like thieves' den comes and saves the day so /silly

Dude imagine how funny it is in concept. like. this guy. the guy who believed in the power of technology more than anything else. gets Revived by plants. yeah erm,.,. you owe the planet your life² now buddy HAHAHSHD– AWEE WAIT HE THANKS THEM nvm you're cool now nobody can make me hate you agrhagrhajgrehjw subspcae...... my wife..... belovedf......

"It (the rot) still eats on him a bit, but he's more focused on an infection of vines on his body" yeah uh, i think i would be too!! smiles aty him hehhehhdfjhfsjkefjkhdkajhwdOHS WAIT HOWB HATHAT SHJIT HOW DID I NOT MAKE THE CONNECTION THAT THIS IS THE SAME CURSE VINE HAS???? OMLOML WAIT THAT;S SO COOL??!?!?

AWWW HYPERCARER !!! THE SILLY THE GOOFY AWAUIRUDHWJHBWAKD HE JKNITTED HIM A SWETTER!?@?!??@?!@?! SUBSAPFCE TAKE THE SWEATER NOW!!!!!!!!! YELLS AT HIM LIKE THAT ONE MS PAINT REACTION PIC ("let's get you back to bed, brandpa" ass chigraft HAHSHDHAHDA GO MY SCARAB!! FORCE HIM TOS LEEP)

oh ym hgod. motehrly voice. vine sdatf is taht you... WAIT IS THAT MOTHER NATUYTER??!?! holy crap the amount of typos HAHAHAHAHS I'LL KEEP THE,M HERE FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. HEART EMOJI

oghmgohfkljh gardening subsapc.... i wanna draw that now. im gonna draw that.,., LATER. LATER I SAY!!!!

THE BROKER: ew it's him, ew ew ewhewjehjwad /pos WAHT TEH FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE KILLED WINDFORCE??!?!???@ HOW THE UFCK. HOW. HOW. WHO., WHAT;KL WHTAHTEIF ok nah he deserved that death wts /silly /pos but now he's a ghost.,,, me omw to exorcise ths mf until he stops eixsting in this very universe we call teh inphinity YOUR VERDICT IS GUILTY!!!!111!!!!1 FIR BROKEN HONOR AND RETRIBUTION!!!💥💥💥💥💥💥

BAN HAMMER: my shayla..... MY SHAYLAAAAAA!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OMGOGM MY BBYYY OHMY GOD THAT'S SO SAD (i heart banhammer if you couldnt tell /silly)

MEDKIT: "mangled subspace" ch. chat i think yall did more than that /pos SHAYLAS WHY'D YIU FIGHT??!?@!@ NAURRR oh nawh they fr did that to each other 😧😧 omg. subspace and medkit become friends arc real. mgghjggghkjshfkjsg few i lvove them i love this au ahjrgjrgrhjrg AWEEEE HE GETS A PROSTHETIC EYE!!!! omg chigraft heals. HELL YEAHHHH MY MAN!!!

SCYTHE: AND I SAY LET HER BE EXEECUTED!!!!!!!!!!!! ANGRY EMOJI ANGRY EMOJI /SILLY /POS

wait. a . af ucking CNANON????? EXIUHES ME???? LASER PROJECTILES?????? most normal scythe buff let's be real /j JESUS FUCK TH THRONE PILE..... ok yknow what that's the one thing hat's very based of her good job /silly

OLIVE: ima be honest I ain't got no idea who this guy is ims oryr 💔💔 also what happened to shuriken.... I am shuddering... timbering me boots.... me shimbers.... WHAT DO YOU MEAN FREE SHURIKEN WITHOUT HURTING VINE STAFF????? WHATSG OING ON WITH MY BABIES

"Olive also owns a good business" being the start of the next sentence is so insanely funny to me. just like. oh yeah this guy's living in a reality traumatized by its own system, but hey business is doin good! /silly HAHDHFH

woag how did Playground become the safest.... /gen unless you hc Playground differently ofc hsbdhdbfh OMG KOI FISH MENTIONED

SHURIKEN: WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHA

JUDGEMENT AX: still not over Shuriken btw. WHAT.like. ahem. anyways. YOOOOOO BAN HAMMER TRAINING SOMEONE REAL !!!!! also help using the percentage thing is diabolical but also insanely creative HAHSHDH

KATANA: HELL YEAH THAT'S MY GOAT YIPPEEE

DANTE: Hi, I ended up reading everything in this without typing down my reactions help. anyways. hyperlaser what the fuck have you been feeding your biograft child?? excuse me while I take notes but the names are also hella creative, I love using past present and future as names like ough -i say as I get consecutively shot down by all three /silly

BOOMBOX: OGMGLGMKGMGKT help I like how almost everything above Bb was tragic/horrifying and then here's this guy with Yeah I Make Music Professionally Now /silly /pos i heart boombox RAHHHHHH

OHMYG9CID I AM BOWIMG DOWN TO BB AS WE SPEAK. I WANT A VALK N DOM PLUSHIE RAHHHHHHDJJEDJD also oml I love his gear upgrade?? I'd use that to blast lofi lwk HAHSHHD

THE FLIPSIDE

VALK: I had to search up what stilts are help. did my beautiful bbg Valk get them just to be a little taller 😭 /pos

WHAT DO YOU MEAN. WHAT DO YOUM EAN. CHIGRAFT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN WHAT DO YOU MEAN. DID ILLUMINA DO SOEMTHING IS WEAR TO GOBDNREOK IM GONNA FRY HIS LAST WING AND DIP IT IN RANCH

DOM: omg Dom boyfriend era /silly I wish them the best ong 🗣️ does Dom know about what happend to Valk tho? /gen

THE SFOTH

SWORD: ONYKGOFOSJD SWOCKET IS REAL SWOCKET IS REAL I HEART SWORD AND ROCKET THOSE TWO MAKE ME WANNA CRY (inserting that one bittersweet ending swocket oneshot. sighs... i still taste you on my lips (lovely bitter water) by the googly moogly anon my beloved)

ILLUMINA: OHHHH THAT'S WHO SHE IS!!! wait. at. at what cost? what do you mean at what cost. is she the one who traumatized valk. chigraft answer me. CHI ANSWER ME DID SHE TRAUMATIZE HIM /silly /pos

VENOMSHANK: YIPPEEEE VENOMSHANK MORE TRAINING ERA!! oml he's so real. so very based. "thank you for making swocket real" we all say in unison /silly

ICE DAGGER: FUCK YEAHHHH LET HIM BE LEADER also omg the family hanging out..... ahrhfjfjjfngnfnfn I live for sfoth family stuff ogmglgmgkgng firebrand me next pls /silly

FIREBRAND: oml. adopt me next please /silly i heart firebrand

I LOVE THIS AU SM!!!! SORY FOR NOT RESPONDING EARLIER A LOT OF STUFF HAPPENED BY ANYWAYSYYSYSS LOVE THIS CHRIGRAF!!! HEART EMOJI HEART EMOJI HEART EMOJI

[formerlyfandy]

HELLOO!!!! you and i dont know each other but erm i'm aching ACHING BAD for some ghost au hilson fics

I have no idea how to find those on ao3 have you like... found any please😞

sorry my reply is a bit late, i had to search through my reading history to find some!!! but man, do i feel you!!! i love ghost aus, and im so glad that there are some for house!!!

(i looked up ‘ghost au’ under the house md tag, but honestly, after awhile i started to look up ‘ghost’ under the ‘search within results’ option since it’s not always tagged!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56812075 - house dies, original duckling team, relationship ambiguous? (mention of house & wilson being soulmates) (this one’s def one of my favorites, i bookmarked and tagged it as such lol)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/149171 - wilson dies, more hilson focused, no romance rlly implied though

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62312467 - only one chapter, posted in 2024. house dies, others mentioned, focuses more on wilson and house. no romance rlly implied, post s4 bus crash

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55875250 - wilson dies, though he does get revived? post-canon, more of a lighthearted fic, revolves around hilson

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51544252 - both die, post-canon, very hilson-centered with mentions of others. explicit romance

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3979777 - wilson dies but he’s been dead since 1989, trans gregory house, smut in the first fic, very hilson centric

and these are just the ones that i thought were good enough to read and liked!! there might be some more, but don’t be surprised if there’s not too many ,:) i haven’t checked for more, since i like sticking to what i know i like, so i hope you enjoy these!!!

[adelphenium]

ok i don’t AT ALL want this to be aggressive or pressury, but genuinely curious what percent of reqs you do/how you decide if you want to do one? i love everything you do and have submitted 3-4 reqs and you haven’t bitten on any of them which is totally your prerogative and again i love and appreciate all of your art and the fact that you share it with us, but i had a moment of being like, are my asks going through or are my asks just not what you’re vibing? ok i think you’re great goodbye for now! 💕

helloo and thank you for the ask!!

i have to say, i don't have much of a coherent process when it comes to answering requests -- sometimes i'll get an ask with my favourite teams/players that i'll feel inspired to do right away, and sometimes i'll leave them and save 'em up for later! other times i'll want to try out different teams or get to reqs that are more time-specific (e.g. trades, injuries) but then i'll forget about them and miss my chance 😭😭 while i do have players + scenarios i'm not comfortable with drawing, that actually hasn't been much of an issue thus far.

i currently have in my inbox, let's see...

uh. erm. 87.... and i also have some more started up in my drafts.........

i'm sorry to hear that i haven't gotten to any of your reqs; it's likely just me going through my asks randomly rather than being any systematic sort of issue !!

as much as i'd love to get to all of my reqs, realistically, i don't expect that i'll be able to complete them all...... i only have so much time for my hobbies as i'm also in school and working :")

if you'd really really like a certain piece, you can also consider commissioning me, though i understand that's not always feasible for everyone -- hopefully i'll be able to get to at least one of your reqs some time soon! tysm for asking + take care lovely anon!

[ihatethisstuf]

Erm... Helloo????/vpos

@sweetangle8