#[asktag]

[catgirlhell]

I mean I wasn't doing that but if you want to be a retarded nigger faggot then whatever

[lemongogo]

I just gotta say I was perusing your trigun tag and I LOVE ur legatos!!!!! The way you draw him is just so good and I think about it frequently 💗💗

aaaa omg thank youu T__T <3 ^__^ !!!! hes honestly one of my favorite characters to draw imo , especially when hes drawn w his latemax weapons ?? guernica ?? AHHH i need to get back on it

THANK U SO MUCHHH

[metroid-fusion]

you're lirerally io

yippee! ^w^ <io

[mylarena]

I’m thinking about SoapGhost and them having a subconscious system to help soothe eachother after Las Almas & Chicago. Imagine, they’re on a mission, all is quiet, and everyone’s trying to sleep. Then, “Ghost?” - “Soap”.

Gaz has never had to ‘room’ with the two before this mission and he’s fairly sure he and Ghost are the only ones awake. Suddenly, Soap, from the dead of sleep, calls for Ghost -starting to squirm. Ghost see’s this and just lets out a quiet “Johnny”. Soap, immediately, quiets down and stills.

Another mission, the inverse happens but Ghost is a lot more violent in his squirming and Soap is also asleep. Gaz witnesses as Ghost calls out, concern in his voice, for -“Johnny?” Gaz prepares himself to wake up Soap because everyone knows not to wake up Ghost, unless you’re Soap, but is stopped by Soap, once again from the dead of sleep, calling back to Ghost. Once again, Ghost quietens down and stills.

This continues to happen, every mission, every night. Gaz realises why the two are always paired together, why they’re so close. It’s because the only time they sleep through the whole night without panicking, is when they’re together, touching. A physical reminder that the other is safe.

— Okay so I’m having thoughts™️ about these two and I wanted to know if you had any thoughts about any other potential ways they might act? (This is an outline, kinda, for something I might write)

OH........ OH I LOVE THAT.......... 🥺🥺🥺I LOVE THEM.....

[tabaquis-barking]

👩‍⚕️ + jonathan crane you won’t *smiles*

"Sadistic doctor seeks to hurt" Warnings: Medical abuse, needles

"Ah-Ah. Quit strugglin'."

Edward grunts as Jonathan yanks the final strap too tight behind him, leaving him painfully secure in the stiff white canvas of a straitjacket.

"Crane!"

"Nygma," Jonathan parrots derisively. "You know what happens to naughty boys who try to escape. Guess we'll just have to settle you down the hard way, huh?"

The tiny click of a syringe uncapping is suddenly deafening, even in the padded cell. Edward has heard gunshots that startled him less, eyes suddenly glued to the glass tube and needle perched in Jonathan Crane's spindly fingers.

"Jon. No. Not that."

The bravado has drained like a tide torn back before a tsunami. So too, has the blood gone from Edward's face, green eyes impossibly wide and glistening in terror. Jon only grins down at him, relishing in Edward's terror as he tries to scoot backwards, away. Restrained as he is, the endeavor is nothing short of pathetic, and his back soon meets the cushioned cell wall.

Cornered.

"Jon--No! Come on--PLEASE!"

The hysteria is delightful. Seeing Edward come undone is always a treat, and Jonathan forgives himself a subtle lick of his lips as he crouches, grabs a fistful of ginger hair, wretches a now screaming Riddler's head back, and plunges the needle into his neck.

"Gotta keep that mind of yours busy somehow, don't we? I'll give you a few hours alone with whatever your clever little brain cooks up to scare you with. We'll see if you still feel like trying to escape, then."

There are no cameras in the solitary cells. As Edward begins to whimper, eyes darting around at specters that don't exist, Jonathan smooths his hair away from his forehead and plants a gentle kiss before leaving him alone with the terror.

"Sweet dreams, Eddie."

[kandrakelsier]

I love eating baklava because texture wise it provides the experience of eating an antique book

Mood, you're not wrong. Although the books i've handled are usually less sticky.

[candywafercutie]

The worst part about this being a secret exchange is I am not allowed to share bits and pieces with you as I write them and I think this is a cruel and unusual punishment but I'm hoping it will make you as feral reading it as it is making me write this. -🍂🎁 (aka someone who had to take a walk around the kitchen for a couple minutes cause the fic is ficing and the gays are gaying)

IM SO EXCITED <3<3<3

[perpetual-pathos]

POINTS

CRANE WIVES POSTING

<- normal about crane wives

REAL AND REAL I LOVE THE CRANE WIVES

[charaistatus]

Could you please explain the "remix" feature? I don't really get what that is for

Gonna look into this I have no clue what you're talking about

[tabaquis-creatures]

ACT BUGS TOUCH BIKES REVV GAY

Closer, brother, but I fear your comprehension of the doctrine still leaves much to be desired. Back to the study chamber with you.

[the-sparrow-sings]

Which Fable is your favorite and how long have you been playing? :)

I started playing when I was super young myself lol

Thank you for asking! I honestly can't remember how old I was. I know I was pretty young, but I can't remember if my brother was born yet or not when I started playing (I am SIGNIFICANTLY older than my brother, and I did a lot of his raising. If we were in a Fable game, I'd have died in the tutorial).

I do remember buying him his own copy at some point so he could play in his room when he was old enough to play it (my mom had a hyperfixation on fixing broken game consoles, so people would just give us their red-ringing xbox 360s, or she'd buy them super cheap, so even though we lived in a trailer in the woods we each had an xbox in our rooms lol).

Suffice it to say I was fairly young.

In any case, Fable 2 was my first Fable (my Great-Aunt bought it for me for Christmas when I was young because Sparrow on the cover reminded her of the characters I used to draw), and I hold it INCREDIBLY dear.

To me, Fable 2 (and Fable as a whole) had such an absolutely PERFECT aesthetic of "Fantasy that doesn't take itself too seriously", with pirates, steampunk elements, lampshades to its own plotholes/nonsensical worldbuilding, Frankensteining Lady Grey (my last name used to be Gray, so of course she was my favorite wife). NOT TO MENTION THE COMPLETE NORMALIZATION OF BEING BISEXUAL, WITH CANONICALLY LGB CHARACTERS (though transgender people weren't represented, to my knowledge. Outside of Sparrow's ability to change sex with the potion in the castle)...anyway, as a young bisexual, it meant a lot to me to see "Bisexual" in the description for random NPCs. It wasn't "playersexual" or highlighted to the point of making it seem like the developers were doing it for clout or worse, shock value. Reaver's bisexuality, while flagrant, felt natural in universe considering the fact that we could plainly see that bisexuality is common in Albion.

Though, I will say the fact that I play Fable 3 as though I'm Sparrow's ghost watching it all play out says something about how MUCH I love Fable 2 lol

Sparrow being nonverbal and having a difficult relationship with her mother figure really spoke to me too when I was young. I took the entire narrative SO personally, and it still effects me as an adult lol.

. . .

You didn't ask, but I was WEIRDLY attached to Reaver, to the point where it confused me, and then I later found out that Stephen Fry voiced an audiobook cassette I used to listen to to calm myself down when I woke up from night terrors as a child (a frequent occurrence). I was pavloved into finding Reaver EXTREMELY comforting. So I guess it makes sense that I picture Reaver as a sort of toxic unhealthy source of comfort for Sparrow in the aftermath of all that happened with The Spire. (Especially since Reaver himself suffers from night terrors)

I'm the Creative Lead at a ghostwriting agency that specializes in romance (increasingly more Fantasy Romance) and I feel like Fable 2 shaped a lot about my writing. It was just very good at having rich worldbuilding without having to make the narrative point to it like "LOOK AT MY RICH WORLD BUILDING". Spreaver was also THE first major "Ship" that I lost my mind over. So, my career as a romance writer was severely influenced by the way I ship Spreaver.

Reaver and Sparrow are T H E comfort characters for me.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!

[lemongogo]

idk if yr into kny anymore but i wanted to tell u that ur akaza art is sincerely the most beautiful akaza i have ever witnessed.. hes so beautiful through your eyes i love your art so much <3 thank you i love him deeply

ohhgg.. my godd... >__<!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP IT !! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! truth be told , akaza is probably like. one of my top three favorite characters in anything ever in this entire world 4 all of time.. to hear that abt my art in general is awesome but 2 hear it about My akaza.. you are joking.. ugh. love you, thank you 🤧 im so excited for infinity fortress akazaaa ... movie animation treats him so well <3

anyways, drew this for you as thanks.. i hope you have a nice night ^__^.

[metroid-fusion]

AH FUCK MY FISH 𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆞𓆝 𓆟

okeay ^w^ fucks your fish hey theres a lot of these (is overtaken)

[mylarena]

i just re-read your post about Soap in Ghost's hoodie and I had the extremely vivid image of Soap making a habit of stealing it.

Like sneaking around the base humming a spy theme while creeping up on Ghosts chair where he left his hoodie.

Ghost knows and is in the corner, watching Soap try to be stealthy but not even realising hes still in the room looking at him like 🧍

YUORE SO SMART FOR THIS. soap sneaks into the room with a mischievous smirk, snatches the hoodie off the back of the chair, buries his face in the fabric and breathes in deeply and then slips it on. then he hears from behind him,

"johnny."

and he just. Oh Shit™.

but ghost does not strangle him as he thought he might !! what happens due to the sight of soap is his clothes is up to you, actually.

[tabaquis-barking]

For the medical whump ask thing

💐 with Bruce visiting Harvey after The Accident, past bruharv vibes mayhaps 👀

"Awkward/Painful visit" BRUHARVEY YOU SAY

(Warning for implied child abuse)

"I told them I didn't want visitors."

That hoarse rasp in his voice is new. It's raw, sounding pink and fresh like ground beef.

Bruce hovers in the door, feigning oblivion.

"Oh? They must not have noticed me."

He'd snuck in.

Harvey lies propped up on the bed, head turned away from the door. Even from this angle, two strips of bandage are visible, wrapping around the back of his head.

Bruce knows what they're holding in place on the other side. He's seen the footage. Harvey knows he knows--there's nothing to say about it and no reason he should be turned away.

Bruce doesn't press. Weak rays of golden afternoon sun reach through the window, straining through the Gotham smog. They weave into Harvey's dark hair, caressing the back of his jawline.

Harvey's vanity is interesting in that he's always been rather ashamed of it. That shame was a red ribbon of humility that keept it from becoming narcissism--he's always been beautiful, he's always known he was beautiful, and he's always been a little afraid to confront his own awareness of it. It manifested in little ways, like hands that whipped out of his hair before the mirror when someone walked in. The presentation of Apollo was Gotham's to ogle at, but the pressure that went into creating and maintaining it was deeply private.

He'd never liked to be seen disheveled.

Bruce longed to tell Harvey it was never the manicured facade that Gotham had loved. They'd fallen for DA Dent, not Apollo, his wild hands and blazing passion in the courtroom. He wanted to tell him that it was Harvey Dent and, not Apollo, that he had fallen for--messy hair after long nights in the library, whispers of the better city he wanted to create for everyone, the little round scars scattered across his arms.

Everything stuck in his throat, somehow feeling flimsy and fake, like the cheap nothings he'd seen on his failed excursion through the gift shop. They didn't carry a card that said "I promise you're still beautiful."

He'd come back empty handed, as there was nothing worthwhile to bring, and sat in silence in the chair next to the bed because there was nothing worthwhile to say.

Bruce Wayne would come to regret that silence, later, over countless nights spent awake and wondering of things might have gone differently if he'd just said something. It didn't matter--he hadn't.

He'd sat there quietly, until the nurse informed him visiting hours were over. It hours after he'd sat down--long after the last of the golden light on Harvey's face had been eaten up by a Gotham night.

[chodarktrash]

chosendark is such a good ship i wish gay people were real :C

God so true, when will there be justice in this bitch of an earth