#thanks for asking again :3

[starlit-meloncholia]

11. What is your favorite Studio Ghibli film and why?

my all-time favorite Studio Ghibli film is, hands down, Princess Mononoke. it just has such a sad and serene vibe throughout the entire movie, and just ever so lightly touches on deeper lore that is barely explained and leaves lots of room for the imagination. so much of that movie is just lodged firmly in my subconscious and just influences so much of my world view and the way I write and worldbuild and create. also i fucking loved like every single character in that movie, there are no bad guys in Princess Mononoke and no one is evil no matter what the other side says.

also the fact that it's the movie my mum would always put on for me when i was sick because it was my favorite as a kid probably also contributes to that

[daiwild]

more timkon.. more timkon i beg.. or timberkon... either one.. pls and thank you..

i just can not stand these guys (lying)

[smoky-moka]

Hello there! First off, I absolutely love your depiction of Spideypool! Second, how does Ellie get along with Peter? Does she even know he’s with her dad?

Ellie thinks Peter is awesome!!! He always helps with her homework, even when Dad's enemies are coming after her and they have to leave on one of their fun road trips, yaaay.

But don’t get it twisted— Dad’s dating Spider-Man, not Peter (She figured out they’re the same guy ages ago, but everyone's trying really hard to hide it so she plays along).

[noodles-and-tea]

Hi! I’ve just discovered (and subsequently fallen in love with) your art! I started with your narumitsu stuff— I used to play the cases a-la-carte with a friend, and I’m finally working through the games on my own (I’m in Turnabout Big Top now)— and anyway I’ve just been scrolling down your blog and absolutely loving all of your work.

Your style is so expressive and evocative while retaining everything that makes the characters recognizable and charming, not just in Ave Attorney stuff but in the variety of fandoms for which you illustrate.

I just felt compelled to take a minute to express how wonderful I think your work is!

Oh that is so sweet of you to say thank you so much!!

[flwrkid14]

Always excited to see you post!

If it’s not too much trouble, could we have more Dad!Tim or Tim raised by Danny?

Love your blog!

oh tysm anon!! here u go <3

It starts weird.

Which, considering Danny’s life, tracks.

He doesn’t plan on adopting a traumatized billionaire’s emotionally neglected child detective. But Tim shows up one day—scraped up, exhausted, eyes like dead stars—and Danny just. Offers him soup.

That’s all.

Not a rescue. Not a battle. Just soup, and a blanket that smells like ghost dog fur, and a “you okay?” asked without expectation.

And Tim, for whatever reason, stays.

It’s not immediate. Danny doesn’t even realize what’s happening at first. Tim starts coming by after patrol, sometimes with bruises, sometimes with files. Sometimes just to sit on the couch and watch garbage TV while Danny does dishes.

Danny, for his part, starts setting out extra food. Starts asking if Tim’s eaten. Starts dragging him to bed when he falls asleep face-first into schematics.

And one day, Tim brings his laundry over. Danny blinks. Tim blinks. They never talk about it again.

There’s a moment.

It’s small.

They’re in the kitchen. It’s 2AM and raining. Danny’s slicing fruit for no reason and Tim’s doing… something with string and duct tape. He’s muttering, hair sticking up in all directions, wearing one of Danny’s hoodies like it belongs to him.

And he says, absently, "Thanks, Dad."

Silence.

Tim freezes. Danny blinks. They both look at each other like they’ve been caught doing something illegal.

Danny says, “...You’re welcome.”

And that’s it.

No one dies. The world doesn’t end. Tim just blushes, mumbles something about the blueprints, and goes back to work.

After that, it’s different.

Danny picks up on it first. The way Tim gravitates toward him in crowded rooms. The way he asks for advice, then pretends he didn’t. The way he lets Danny fuss at him about food and sleep and schedules, even when he’s grumpy about it.

The way Tim lights up when Danny praises him. Like he’s still that little kid who wanted to make someone proud and stopped expecting it a long time ago.

What Danny finds most intriguing, is noticing how Tim starts becoming one of those quiet, velcro kids.

He doesn’t cling. He hovers. Moves around Danny like a satellite—close, watchful, drawn in by gravity. Always sitting just a little too near on the couch. Always finding a way to lean against him when tired. Always relaxing when Danny’s hand ruffles his hair without asking.

Danny catches himself more than once with a Tim-shaped barnacle attached to his side, both of them pretending it’s completely normal.

And honestly? Danny doesn’t mind.

Tim's always been a little starved. But now he has someone to curl into when the nightmares come. Now he has a home, not just a place he sleeps in between battles.

Bruce notices it too.

He notices when Tim stops calling the manor “home.” When he starts redirecting all his mail to Danny’s apartment. When someone asks who Tim’s guardian is, and he doesn’t hesitate before saying, “Oh—Danny.”

Not Bruce. Never Bruce. Not anymore. Tim doesn’t even seem angry about it. He just… moved on. Bruce tries to pretend it doesn’t sting.

Danny doesn’t know what he’s doing.

He’s not Bruce. He’s not a Wayne.

He’s not rich or trained or qualified. But he sees Tim, really sees him, and maybe that’s enough.

Maybe Tim didn’t need another mentor or mission.

Maybe he just needed someone to say: "You don’t have to earn love. You already have it." And mean it.

Danny does. Every day. Even when Tim forgets. Especially when he forgets.

Because the thing is—Danny remembers.

He remembers the first time Tim let himself laugh, unguarded and loud. He remembers the night Tim fell asleep mid-sentence, curled into the corner of the couch with popcorn in his hair. He remembers every subtle shift, every quiet moment of trust.

And he knows—deep down—Tim might never say it again. But he doesn’t have to. Danny already is. Dad, that is. And he's not going anywhere.

[crunchchute]

REALLY LOVE YOUR POSTAL ART if ur still taking requests...id love to see p1 and p3 together if you feel up to it

thank you!! hes showing him cat memes. (because i learned that that specific audio is from p3 and havent stopped thinking about it since)

[cemetegee]

Hi!

This is a really interesting theory! I would love to hear your opinion on it! I think Corona might’ve been the one who killed Naberius. I think it makes a lot of sense 😊

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57530659/chapters/150595651#workskin

https://www.reddit.com/r/TheNinthHouse/s/9hUWcD7h6Q

Oh, that's a really fascinating theory. I'll admit that I already heard about it once, but never in that debt, so thank you very much :) I find it in fact very convincing! For those who haven't read those posts, here a list of the made points and of my own points that convinced me:

The Blood

When the others come in, Ianthe is covered in blood.

And Naberius has most likely been stabbed into his back:

Thing is, if you stab someone like that the blood would spray out of their CHEST. If IANTHE had stabbed him from behind the blood couldn't have hit her. (The blood on his front supports that) This makes only sense if Ianthe's stand right in front of him, and SOMEONE ELSE stabbed him into the back.

(That's a really strong point, I think. You could maybe argue that she needed to use his blood after, and that it comes from this occasion, but as she says a single drop of blood is enough.)

The Rapier

The rapier she used must have weighed at least one kilogram (2 pounds). It's questionable at all if Ianthe could have used it (without Naberius muscle memory), regarding what Corona says about her strenght:

But there's even another point! We can assume that the stab went straight to his heart (or another vulnerable place) and that he was more or less immediately dead. Otherwise he would have probably not held his shocked face. It's rather unlikely that a beginner like Ianthe should do such a precise stab, ESPECIALLY regarding the weight and the fact that she has no idea how to use a rapier.

All that speaks for someone who has advanced rapier skills (like Corona) and does some work-outs. (Yes, I know, she's likely not as good as Babs. But you don't need to be a master duellant to murder someone from behind.)

AND - I'd like to add that, because I find it very important: I see no reason why Ianthe should murder him with a rapier. She is a flesh (and limenal) magican. Isn't it much more likely that she - if she intended to kill Naberius - would use her flesh magic skills to do that? Probably, she could even work more precisely that you ever could with a rapier - and so on. It doesn't make sense that she would use A WEAPON SHE HAS NO IDEA OF, if she actually has a working arsenal of working magical weapons she could use instead. That speaks VERY MUCH for Corona and HER murder.

Suspicious (off-screen) Talks

That's now completely my own point, but I find it to interesting to not mention it: I always assumed that there must have been off-screen talks between the twins (and Naberius) somewhen. They likely followed some kind of evil plan. Naberius says to Corona after her duel with Gideon:

Why not now? What is now? Why is now an especially bad time to do that? It really sounds if they had some kind of plan...

(And btw - I'm pretty sure that Naberius doesn't know that, but the fact alone that Corona trains under this high risk could be a hint that she prepares herself to kill him.)

Then! With the key thing, Corona and Ianthe obviously had a fight... The Bad Blood lasts pretty long:

However, for some reason Corona thinks it's insanely important for Ianthe to know that there are no rules (except Jod) at Canaan House.

(Why is that important? (Does it have to do with killing Babs? Are the later Challenging Scene?))

And after the challenging scene, they seem to be on a good base again.

But I would argue it's not only because of the Challenging Scene, but a clarifying conversation. Because briefly before Corona says to Gideon (during their duel):

And that's another odd hint THEY PLAN something! I think they have one plan Naberius knows (obviously not one where he dies) and at least one of them has the plan to kill him. Maybe they planned that Corona should kill him, so she could take his place. (That would explain Corona's feeling of betrayal even more deeply - Ianthe would in fact have fooled her. Although it's hard to me to feel empathy for betrayals in plans which go over the murder of a childhood friend :D)

To conclude: Now that I think about it, I really can't see a single reason why Ianthe could have killed Babs that way. (Except of that she claims it. But Ianthe has a HISTORY of being untrustworthy and the evidence is clearly against her.) Every point here only makes sense if Corona was the murderer. I'm absolutely convinced 10/10 theory.

PS:

I also think it would explain the shock at Naberius face. Ianthe "Poison Master of his Childhood" Tridentarius killing him would maybe not have been that surprising:

(I find it interesting how he is even in his death unsympathic :D But of course that doesn't free anyone of their guilt.)

[saetiate]

hot takes: who’s more likely to make u squirt? (bllk edition)

no bias I promise despite what I’m about to say LMAO itoshi sae & oliver aiku & bunny iglesias. extra special mention to rin. and not written but I also want to mention karasu & hiori.

sae does it intentionally. he’s very specific and precise about the way he touches you, how his fingers curl inside of you, the way he teases you first with his thumb and then his tongue, and how he kisses down your neck and tell you how pretty you look under him. he does not communicate with you that he’s trying to make you squirt and you do it without realizing and you’re like ohmygod and then you look at him and he’s got this satisfied look.

oliver does it on purpose and you know about it and you keep telling him you’re not going to and he bullies his fingers inside of you anyways and then it happens and he has this grin that you know means I told you I could do it.

bunny does it through sheer size. he’s so big inside of you already and then he also slides a finger into you alongside his cock and you feel so, so stuffed full and then he still has another thumb on your clit and it’s so intense when it happens. absolutely intentional he wants to watch every second it happens and he’s smiling the whole time

karasu does it with his mouth on you because he wants to feel it on his tongue. hiori is so mean about it :( and does it on that pleasure pain line.

rin extra special mention because he does it on your sixth round. frankly you’ve been fucking for so many hours the only break you took was to drink water and that was only because you were so dizzy you actually got worried. it’s not intentional for either of you it just happens and he cums as he watches you squirt. yeah

[lunarrfae]

a family of chaos to say the least…

my thoughts on modern toon links & friends as someone who’s DEFINITELY played the toon games ^-^

i’ll be thinking about them to continue coping with not purchasing a switch 2 + not playing ww

[setmeatopthepyre]

Since you asked:

BT - Having their hair washed by the other 😘

okay so. I didn't actually get to the hair washing but. it is mentioned? oops. set post-8x15 in some nebulous near-future after Buck gets injured (how? who knows. who cares!) so heads up for spoilers and references to events in 8x11 and 8x15.

[bucktommy | 1043 words | spoilers for 8x11 and 8x15]

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“My hair feels gross,” Evan groans, wincing as he runs the fingers of his left hand through his - definitely greasy - curls.

“Good morning to you, too,” Tommy deadpans, turning back to-- whatever he’d been doing when Evan had walked in, sleep-rumpled and scowling and fidgeting with his sling, his shirt, his hair.

Fruit. Right. He’d been cutting up fruit. He takes a deep, steadying breath, trying not to think of the last time they’d been here, in this kitchen, with Tommy making breakfast. Right after they’d hooked up. Right before Evan had told him he didn’t have feelings for him.

Evan is silent for a while. Tommy can’t help but glance up. Their eyes meet, and something open and vulnerable and complicated looks back at him. His voice is soft, still a little gravelly with sleep when he finally speaks. “Thank you.”

“Hm?”

Evan steps closer, hesitant. “For being here,” he clarifies. “For me.”

It isn’t a question, and there is no pretending he’s doing this it for someone else, for Howie, this time. Not like back in the helicopter, before he’d admitted to it anyway, before Bobby--

Tommy clears his throat. Nods. “Of course.” He puts down the knife, rinses and dries his hands. Immediately regrets not having something to do with his hands anymore.

“I could help,” he offers, and Evan blinks at him. “With your hair. I could--” he glances around the kitchen, “-- could move a chair in here, have you sit by the sink, wash your hair like that? Since, you know, your arm--”

Shit, was he overstepping? Had Evan mentioned it because he wanted help, or was he just making an observation? Maybe Evan was perfectly fine in the shower using just his left arm, maybe he wasn’t as full-body sore as he thought he would be, maybe--

“You’ve seen me naked before,” Evan says, head tipped to the side a little.

“That was different,” he replies.

“Was it?” The look in his eyes is a little daring, a little dangerous.

“Wasn’t it?” Tommy retorts, arms crossing across his chest.

“You’re here,” Evan says, like that should be answer enough.

“To help you.”

“You always do.”

Yes, Tommy wants to say, because I’m crazy about you, but that’s my problem, not yours. He doesn’t. Instead, he says, “I could leave, if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t want you to,” Evan says, and Tommy is distantly surprised to find his heart is still capable of cracking a little more. Evan’s eyes widen. “Uh--” he says. “Leave,” he adds.

Tommy uncrosses his arms, flexes his hands, pats his pockets for his keys-wallet-phone. “I don’t-- I don’t want you to leave.” Evan stumbles over his words, steps closer with sure steps, winces at the movement. “Tommy.”

He’s close now, big blue eyes searching, and Tommy feels his resolve crumble again. Jesus, he really is gone for this kid. It's going to be the death of him, one of these days. He's sure of it.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, tries to locate his spine somewhere in the meantime. When his eyes open again, Evan is still looking at him, eyes wide and pleading.

“Please,” Evan says.

“Ok,” Tommy’s mouth replies before his brain can catch up. “Ok, but, Evan--” he reaches out on auto-pilot, catches himself in time, drops his hand again, Evan’s eyes tracking his every movement. “I want to help you. But if this doesn’t mean anything to you--” he forces himself to say, “-- then I don’t think I-- I can’t--” his mouth is too dry all of a sudden, his eyes too wet.

He doesn’t realize he’s looked away until Evan lets out a pained hiss and plants one big, warm hand on Tommy’s elbow at the same time. “What-- What do you mean?” he asks.

Tommy feels like an idiot, feels like he’s ripping open his chest and painting a big red bullseye on his heart, but he’s started this and so he has to see it through. He thinks of Bobby. Thinks of Evan in that hallway. He breathes in, meets Evan’s gaze. Tries to feel brave. Doesn’t. Decides to act like it anyway.

“I love you,” he says, feeling like someone’s gripping his vocal chords and squeezing tight. “I know you don’t, uh, have feelings for everyone you sleep with, but I do. Have feelings for you. I love you, Evan. I want--” He forces air into his lungs and out again. “I want to help you, I want to be there for you, but if you don’t-- if you--”

Evan is staring at him, his mouth open just a little bit. It should look dumb. It does, kind of. But it’s Evan.

Tommy’s not sure what words he’s said and hasn’t said, feels like they’re all sticking to the roof of his mouth, desperately wants a glass of water but can’t look away. He tries for another breath instead. “You know I can’t say no to you,” he says, voice cracking a little pathetically. “So please don’t ask me to.”

Evan is still staring. His eyes sparkle like a galaxy has just blinked into existence inside of them. Tommy’s hands itch. Evan’s hand has fallen away from his elbow.

He should probably leave.

“You’re not running,” Evan says faintly.

Tommy doesn’t know what to say to that, feels caught.

“You’re still here,” Evan says, the corners of his mouth curling up. God, he’s beautiful. “Y-You said all that, and you’re still here.”

“I… am?” He’s not sure he means it as a question, can’t really think about it with how Evan is looking at him. Beaming at him. Something hopeful carefully unfurls in his chest. It should hurt more than it does.

“You’re here. A-and you love me. Me.”

Tommy searches Evan’s face, tries to find anything, any little hint that he’s about to get his heart dashed against the rocks again. He doesn’t find it. He nods. “I am.” His throat feels rough. “I do.”

Evan reaches out, suddenly, winces again but that wide, wide grin is right back on his face in a heartbeat as he takes Tommy’s hand in his uninjured one. “Tommy,” he says. “Help me wash my hair?”

Tommy swallows.

“Of course,” he says.

-

[now on ao3]

[karinasbaby]

WAIT OK IM BACK AGAIN DID YOU KNOW THAT THE WORD HONEYMOON COMES FROM AN ANCIENT TRADITION OF GIVING NEWLYWED COUPLES MEAD (honey wine) TO PROMOTE FERTILITY?????? bee jake fully believe his honey will promote ur fertility so he can breed tf out of you later on…. he swears having you eat his honey before makes sex soooo mcuh better

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oh. oh so this is what we’re doing now OKAY. but what if we made his own cum.. honey. WALK W ME ON THIS. also tagging my babies @hoonieyun & @s1rawb3rry bcs i annoyed them w this hi love u

newlyweds jake & reader just recently arriving on their honeymoon island, suitcases heavy and loaded while they unpacked in the small hut they were in, right above water. you pulled out a jar, mead. “look what they sent for us.” you chuckled as you showed him the glass container your friend probably stuffed into your suitcase last second, and jake quickly buzzed towards you before smiling.

“you know mine is better than that.” he spoke confidently, though there was a blush on his freckled face and his wings trembled. “you seem pretty satisfied with your.. production.” “oh yeah i for sure am.” he then came closer to you before breathing out heavily— “wanna test it?”

so that’s how he ended up with his back resting to the pillows, thighs twitching and falling open as you licked his leaking cock, he was big, thick and veiny. the base of his cock started off with a golden colour, like his honey before it stretched to a pale pink down his length— and his tip was a pretty gold and pink, leaking sweet precum down your mouth. he was so pretty.

“ohh— love.. you’re suckin’ it so well— nngh it feels s’ good,” his shaking hands covered his flushed face, it almost seemed like his freckles glowed golden in the dark when he was turned on and dripping. antennae convulsing above his fuzzy yellow hair as his back arched against the pillows.

your mouth kept working around him, restless and addicted. he tasted sugary sweet. each drop felt like nectarine coating your lips, thick and syrupy. warm and comforting. you hummed around his swollen tip, hands working his base and the forming sensitive knot as he gasped in pleasure.

his hips jerked upwards, the glands around his abdomen tightening and producing silky beeswax that dripped down alongside his cock, he kept producing, kept drizzling, kept giving. “m close.. so close p—please don’t s-stop— .. fuck take all of it.. it’s all yours my love, my mate.” his voice was breaking with every word— he sounded so pathetic and needy it made your thighs sticky.

you moved your wrist quicker, spreading his own honey laced precum down his length while you kissed his sensitive tip making tears prickle his eyes, “oh my god— fuck- m’ cummin’— shit-“ and he exploded in your mouth.

cock twitching rapidly, his precum now turned into thick honeycum that gushed out of his tip while his hands clutched the sheets, wings fluttering wildly around him as he groaned and buzzed all the while you sucked his honey into your mouth, “so sweet.. jakey.. your taste is the best.” you praised him, knowing so well that your words were the reason why the tears slipped down his cheeks in overwhelming pleasure, overwhelming love.

he was still dripping, body convulsing as if his body was asking you to take more. twitching under you and begging you to take more. “most delicious thing i’ve ever tasted..” you whispered as you licked the honey glob that trailed down his length.

and then you moved up, hand still stroking his pulsing cock before you pressed your honey sticky lips to his, he moaned when he tasted himself on your tongue. opening his mouth wider so you kissed him harder, and spilled more into him. “f-fuck .. you’re feeding me my own honey. it feels so good— you’re driving me crazy.” and you only smiled against his lips, chuckled when he mindlessly licked at your mouth while his cock hardened again under your palm.

“i have the whole night to drive you even crazier.” and you crawled down again.

[zu-is-here]

did you know that i love your interpretation of dustberry. like with all my heart. along with your various aus (especially rock band). but your version of dustberry takes the cake.

(´；ω；`)♡

[remcadll]

Wow crazy how it’s been two months since mha ended. what the hell was that btw

[workdailylog]

hello everyone and happy june! updates and important dates below:

the inbox will open on the one-year anniversary of the blog (6/16) and close (6/18). during that time, please feel free to submit what you like!!!

i wanted to say thank you for all the love and support for this project so far!!! i started workdailylog as a means to pass boring shifts faster but the challenge and excitement to try new stuff just kept me going. it's been a really great time, but i am also looking forward to trying new things, so this will be the very last time the inbox will be opened for workdailylog.

i plan to keep doing these as long as im able, or until the asks i want to do are all done, so you'll still see workdailylog for quite some time!!! this is just a formal update going forward aaaand also an excuse to post a massive thank you!!!!! i read most of the kind tags and comments and i am always so flattered by them <333 i appreciate you all :]

[voidedtea]

[ID in alt]

my pieces for @strawberrij's thespius fashion zine!! quite the endeavour and adventure that turned out pretty neat i think :]

special thanks go to @ratchetclankarecute for posing/cloth references + the bulk of the image descriptions! that first image would Not have happened without them <3

[strobbylemonade]

ok I’m literally in love (I’m.so normal I’m so normal I’m so n)with how u draw Dante/dante scars. how did u decide on the scars. what are the scars. where are the scars from. pleapslepelaplalslplpeewlpelepleplsplsplpeleplaplspleplepleplapplplplelapl

i MIGHT have gotten a little carried away with this but yeah! i'm not very good at anatomy but i tried my best. (edit: second page is meant to say guido not gubo T-T)

transcript:

[image 1] > Yi Sang told me it'd be useful to also log my injuries in my notes, in case I ever get incapacitated and the Sinners need to know which injuries are old and which ones are new.

> The Sinners do a surprisingly good job at keeping me safe, so most of my injuries are scratches and bruises from the pain seizures I get while rewinding. I broke Heathcliff's nose during a particularly bad revival (and then I had to rewind that too. Not fun).

> Obviously the biggest exception is when I jumped in front of Ishmael's harpoon. It hurt like hell, and it still itches all the time, but... it's nice to have evidence of some of the pain I've gone through, even if nobody else sees it (or even acknowledges it). Evidence that I've actually... done something, for someone.

> Ishmael stops me from scratching at my shoulder, or else it might pop open and I'd have to get her to patch me up again... [image 2] <Agh, my back!> > Apparently I used to have some pretty expensive body augmentations [top surgery, hysterectomy] that were undone right before I joined the company.

> Faust offered to redo the ones that she could for free since Limbus Company didn't allocate a lot of resources to LCB at the time.

> It's worth noting these weren't wiped by the K-Corp ampules back when I got melted by Kromer. I remember Dongrang saying something about how the ampules worked on what the recipient thought of as healthy. I don't feel particularly unhealthy with them, so I guess that's why they stayed?

> I think Faust likes stars. I think I do too.

[image 3] These are the stitches that keep my body separated from my new head. Some of them popped when Guido gripped me. Yi Sang had to redo some of them; he has more... sensible patchwork than Faust

[image 4] > Feeding tube port.

> Faust's replaced it for me twice now, once after Kromer and the other after the Pallid Whale. I can eat with my clothes on but it runs a higher risk of infection, so I usually eat alone in my room... if I remember to.

> Faust says I've lost a concerning amount of weight, so she's been knocking on my door every morning to check if I've eaten. The Sinners really seem to enjoy eating, but I can't relate.

> Rodya tried to feed me beer through it once. It turns out I can't get drunk, but I can get alcohol poisoning!

> Seriously though, who designed this head? Why'd they add flames but no way for me to eat normally? It's pretty stupid.

> ...Yi Sang says he suspects I was the one who designed it.