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[comickergirl]

🌌 and 🦅 for the superfam asks (I know the second one isn't terribly draw-able, but hey, I'm always looking for recs so may as well lol)

🌌 : Favourite ship

In general, I'm not really a ship person, but if I must choose...it's Kara/Brainy

🦅 : Favourite comic run of any superfam member

Gotta go with the GOAT

[outofcontextplvpw]

I would LOVE to know what people who’ve never played the game think is going on here.

excellent idea! i can't remember, and odds are neither could phoenix!

[zorlok-if]

Tommy: i left and the entire town has been destroyed?!

Zorlok: i have separation anxiety

[cupids-rainbows]

mayhaps could you do a Razor stimboard? Her or Lightbulb II (bc she's one of my biggest kins-) :333

(picture completely unrelated 💀)

Of course! Here it is! :D (also, I'll make both boards for you! >:3 /pos)

Razor from Objectified stimboard !

🪒 🪒 🪒 / 💙 🤎 💙 / 🐾 🐾 🐾 (Will add the rest of the credits later once I find them again)

[starrystevie]

hi can I request the valentine prompt for steddie with: I could marry you right now

thank you :)

"i could marry you right now."

steve freezes, his fork halfway to his mouth, and looks at eddie over the candlelight. he has his eyes closed while he comically over-chews to show how much he loves the pasta with his curls bouncing around every time he turns his head for dramatic flair. eddie grins and opens his eyes, flashing a wink over to his boyfriend before taking another bite.

he knows his own eyes must be as big as the dinner plates on the table with eddie's words bouncing around in his now empty head. the ring box that's felt heavy in his pocket through the whole evening feels even heavier now.

"i take it it's good?" is all steve can come up with, muttering out the question before shoving his own forkful of fettucine into his mouth. it is good, he knows it is, he's been working on perfecting the recipe for weeks now. this whole valentine's day has been in the works for the last 4 months, starting with the dinner plans and ending with finally paying off the silver band that's currently burning a hole through his slacks.

"good? steve, i would have your babies if i could and tell them as soon as they're old enough that they are only here because of this pasta."

eddie slurps up a noodle and steve chokes on his own. something burns bright and fierce in his chest, like his last bite held a star that found a home in his heart.

he can see it, is what it is. he can see them with a couple of kids running around their too-small house, eddie chasing after them, curls of all different colors flying in the wind. he can see eddie shushing a tiny little thing in his arms while steve helps another with math homework at their kitchen table, something bubbling over on the stove. he can see all of them piling into their bed one stormy night, someone tucked under his arm and another curled up on his chest with eddie telling tall tales to scared faces in an attempt to distract them from the thunder booming outside. he can see it, and it's all he could ever possibly want.

"i love you," steve blurts out, suddenly a bit more teary than he expects. eddie looks up, his teasing face smoothing into something softer, something lovely.

"i love you too, baby."

steve's fork drops onto the plate with a loud crash as he fumbles to stand up on his hopefully still functioning legs. eddie startles and flinches but steve's there just like he always will be, a hand on his shoulder to sooth him back down. he bends down and places the smallest of kisses to eddie's lips, thumb stroking over the bit of skin at his collarbone that he can reach.

"i hope it's not just the pasta or the wine talking," he starts as he lowers himself to one knee, his free hand tugging out the velvety box from his pocket. it's now eddie who's eyes grow big and beautiful and god, steve could stay on his knees like this and look at him everyday for the rest of his life if eddie would just keep looking at him like that-

"steve," eddie breathes out, watery smile and all.

"you said you could marry me, so i hope the offer still stands."

the band is small, shiny silver with a few miniscule diamonds for eddie and alexandrites for steve inlayed in the vine going though the center of it. the candle light gleams off the gems sending broken specks of shimmering light to dance over eddie's flushed cheeks. the ring shakes in his hand as he pulls it out, holding it up for the love of this and every life to see.

the small but there nod eddie gives steve is the only answer he needs as he grabs eddie's hand, slipping the band onto the only finger it could ever fit, sealing it with a kiss that starts the rest of their lives.

[inkedout]

5 & 6 for the ask game!

5) (Explore) Who's your favorite Voice?

So, this one's a little hard for me! There's a lot about them that I love, and picking a favorite is hard for me to do! But I guess if I had to choose a favorite, I would say that my favorite voice is The Voice of the Cheated!

There are quite a few reasons, but something that stands out to me is how he essentially tries to gather the other voices against what he sees as a common enemy. It usually doesn't matter the idea, if he doesn't have one, he will do that idea! Something about how he is so against unfairness makes me really happy to see him in action.

Cheated is just a guy I think you can really depend on to try and not screw you over. He's very genuine, and his scene with Thorn really meant a lot to me. I know people really want to kiss Thorn, but its so sweet how Cheated sees her as a victim of circumstance, too. He's so angry, but they did this.

I don’t know. He's a guy that tries to pull everyone together, even if in his worst moments he wants to focus on himself. I like Cheated.

6) (Explore) If you have a least favorite Voice, then what do you think could make you like him?

Hmm, I don't think I have a least favorite voice. I think by Fandom standards though, some of their portrayals are what I don't like. I love Broken, Smitten and Opportunist, but I do feel like people often hone in on one part of their characters instead of what they really are. They are some of my most beloved voices and sometimes it feels like they're made to be more 2 dimensional than they already are sometimes!

But that isn't particularly canon, so I don't have a least favorite voice by those standards! I do wish that every voice could be fleshed out a little more, with interactions with different voices, but thats asking for quite a bit! This is a gripe I have with all of them unfortunately, not enough time to really see them in the situations I want to.

[massensterben-a]

@jxwz sent: “ upset? why would i be upset? ” (psycho theme plays in the bg)

“Right.“ Long fingers dip into a breast pocket, fishing for the crumpled pack of cigarettes. Grey, stale eyes rest unseeing on Porco Galliard’s face until Bertholdt drops his gaze to light his smoke. He inhales the thick scent of tobacco, lets it billow down his throat and tar up his lungs. Blessed nicotine, a marvel of the world. He turns his head to exhale, some semblance of polite society not quite lost on him.

And he is hard to look at, isn’t he? Looks so damn much like his brother. Leonine, falcon-eyed. He’s grown into the man Marcel should’ve been. It is bizarre, how some griefs sit forever in the back of your throat while others barely make a dent. Marcel did. And Ymir. He remembers her, staring up at the sky and weeping bitter tears. She bought their lives with hers and she knew it then. Marley came to collect, after all. Been years now. He never got to mourn either one of them. Focus up.

Bertholdt watches Porco through the veil of silver smoke. Next to the sleep-deprived, hungry wreckage of the younger warrior, Porco looks almost pristine. He finally picks up the thread of his unspooling thought again, winds it around his fingers.

“And it doesn’t bother you at all that Braun was promoted despite everything.” He carries on. How quickly betrayal will just happen to you. How quickly the name he used to scream in fear and agony is demoted to a distant reference. Braun. Not Reiner. Bertholdt tastes bile, some other pain. But he can’t chase every damn ache in his body. He’d never get anything done.

“You’re a better man than me. I’d be upset.”

[luimagines]

have you seen the thing about like guide!reader being a space ogre/australian thing??? like gravity affects reader differently n such?? do you have any thoughts on that??? or even just like guide reader??

I don't know much about the guide! reader AU as a whole. I think that's Cloud's specific name for that au. (I could be wrong there. I've only seen it on their blog) I know that Enno has a similar one, and frankly that one I'm more familiar with. But they don't call it guide! reader.

(I realized that I started a long post in the middle of writing this, so I'll shorten it for simplicity's sake)

But I do know about the space orcs and such! I love that stuff!!! XD

That being said, this blog went through a small era where we talked about it. I don't remember if I gave it special tag or anything, unfortunately.

We mentioned that Humans (round eared reader) would be immune to magic and considered weaker by Hylians. This caused humans to compensate by making stronger defenses, medicine and stronger weapons as a result that were envied by the other races of Hyrule.

(Even if it made Reader appear to be a reckless adrenaline junkie by jumping into pits of poisonous magic since they wouldn't be affected by it. XD)

But that little tidbit in particular was interested as well because if Reader got hurt, they couldn't use spells or potions on them because again- magic doesn't affect them.

So it made them an incredible fighter, but incredible weak in the battlefield by comparison. A glass canon, if you will.

Now if we were to make them guide! reader (I'm assuming the isekai one where they played the games and they met all the boys), it would make a very interesting connection between them.

If they knew Reader as a voice in the back of their heads that helped them on their journey, then I think they would have this idea that Reader is somewhat invincible. After all, they were "fighting" with them the whole time and never outwardly got hurt. They were with Link the whole time until his adventure ended. A constant feature when he needed them the most.

Suddenly, to be in front of them and to see how powerful they would be, would only reinforce that idea.

But then Reader, for example, takes a hit to the head and goes down. There's blood. There's silence. There's no movement.

Someone takes out a fairy, thinking it would solve the problem, but the fairy doesn't even go near them. Panic ensues.

Maybe a spell then. Something strong to stop them from slipping to the beyond.

Nope. That doesn't work either. Doesn't even remotely stop the bleeding. The glass shatters.

Someone drops to their knees, trying to put pressure on the wound as the other quickly realize they don't have the means to help them. Not to mention that in trying their magical stuff, they've wasted precious time.

And that's juts one scenario.

I remember we also mentioned that while Hylian's had better hearing, humans had better eye sight. (I remember the reasoning too if you're interested for that logic). So to think that Reader as the guide could see more than they could and to continue seeing more than they could, would really mess with their heads.

They'd probably get a nickname like Eagle Eye or Sniper just for the heck of it. (Can you imagine if they also used Twilight's mask for hunting? Their aim would be perfectly and punctually precise.)

I could probably go off more on this, but I'm willing to bet this is more than what you bargained for. ^.^*

[angryspacegirl]

@queen-jala asked: Jala was just trying to get back home after figuring out her two new forms she just wanted to get back home and free it (not knowing it had long since been destroyed), But it seemed something was wrong with her navigation and she just couldn't find her way back home so she was just roaming around the stars with no real direction as to where to go. While between planets she noted of another ship passing by. it had a vague sayian design to it but not one she would be able to connect back to her planet she tried to hail the ship with her coms.

It was nice to be back in open space. Serori had been stuck training on Planet Kanlaman for over a year, and from there, she'd been in a hurry to make it to some intergalactic prizefights to test out her new skills, which meant she hadn't had this in a long while. The vast black of space spreading out in all directions, broken up only by the faint light of distant stars, the quiet hum of the ship's engine the only sound, and no set destination in mind. Where should she go next, she wondered. Maybe she'd find a place with good food and attractive women and just spend a week or so chilling out.

Having given her stolen Ikondan ship to Nixxo and Suu to take back with them to their original timeline, she'd had to make do with this old model Saiyan ship. That it was mostly auto-pilot was a drag for someone who liked handling the controls herself, but at least it meant she could lay down on her cot with some star charts and figure these things out on her own. Though, whatever comfort Serori took in doing so was dashed by the suddenly splashing of water onto her face, prompting her to jerk upwards and shake her head.

"Hey, what the hell," she grumbled, looking over at the large spherical tank built into the corner of the ship, containing her pet fish. Again, a small splash sent a few drops of water onto her face, then towards the cockpit. Following the splash's arc with her eyes, Serori suddenly broke out into a grin as she approached the tank. "You really are a genius, aren't you," she said, making a kissy face before sprinkling a few flakes into the tank once Rhubo had settled back down into his normal, lazy swimming. "Thanks for the heads-up."

Sitting down in the cockpit, Serori moved her potted plant out of the way enough that she could reach the switch beneath the comm light blinking pale green. "I'm not a pirate," she declared once the audio channel was opened, unaware of how such a suspiciously specific denial likely wouldn't help her case, "and I haven't broken any laws that I'm aware of, planetary or galactic. If you're trying to pull me over, you'd better have a damn good reason." After all, for what other reason would some random ship flag her down?

[anstarwar]

You know what I want.

I think I have an idea!?! Appo, poor dear sweet traumatized Appo. So, like, what if Umbara happened differently and Krell was controlling one Sir Sergeant Appo via Sith dark force stuff, and then oops he wasn't paying attention and transferred some of his power to Appo temporarily...and it drove Appo a little insane and he took one of Krell's sabers and then, oh no, we have a dead Krell before any of the other stuff happens

What if...

...also Appo gets Sith eyes, as a treat...

[comickergirl]

Sabine Wren

[hyaciiintho]

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

Munday Meme | ✿

����｡*ﾟ+. This is gonna hit on topics such as an adult preying on a minor and being stalked across blogs, so proceed with caution if even me speaking ill on the shitty person disturbs you! In summary: my child muse had a stalker across 3 blog remakes and it sucked. Long story /details / me being PISSED under the cut!

So my blog started off as a solo muse for the Hero of Time! I kept the url as an homage to him to always remember my Humble Roots or something like that pfft~ But anyways, he was pretty popular since he was probably one of the only active Hero of Time muses out there (others cropped up and died within a few months or so). So obviously he had some attention.

Unfortunately, that attention also attracted weirdos.

This person held a special interest in Link's child verse (prior to gaining the Master Sword), but would interact OOC with me pretty normally. We would plot together some decent stuff! Everything was normal, y'know? Some cute type of Big Brother-Little Brother stuff, trauma bonding, learning to help others and stuff... But then I got a question that made me pause: "I read that Link is demiromantic... does that also count for his child self?"

And I replied with... Uhhh... yes?? I guess?

"So what would gain his romantic interest? :) I'm interested to know and learn more!"

Okay cool... but why would he want to know SPECIFICALLY for his CHILD VERSE???? :| His muse was like... 23??? ish???? And child Link is.... 10..... bro... I thought I was overreacting at first... but then I checked his blog... and found that this guy only wrote with child muses... There was not a single adult muse in sight... it was all interactions with little kid muses and this guy's adult ass grown man muse getting closer to them.

There was even a point where he had his muse touch mine's leg, borderline thigh. Child Link has short-short's under his little tunic. That's his bare ass thigh.

I blocked him so hard. Then I remade my blog about a couple years later... And he followed me on it. I blocked him again. A few years later, I remade again because clutter ya know?

... Guess who followed me AGAIN?

Yeah... it was crazy. He even tried to IM me. Going "I don't know what I did, but I apologize".

Homie????? You don't know what you DID????????

Gross gross gross gross, it's in my RULE do NOT come at me with adult muses to my child muses, I am NOT down to clown in your gross ass circus. I felt so unsafe online for the longest time, because this guy literally followed me across THREE blogs over the course of literal YEARS. It'll be 10 years now that I've been roleplaying on here... and about a little more than half that time was spent in fear thinking this guy would crop up again.

Anyways that's my horror story of the RPC c':

[zorlok-if]

Gotta say I'm loving the mental image of Tommy doing the demon summoning equivalent of adopting a shelter cat, then putting out like two weeks' worth of kibble and water before fucking off on vacation.

Z's life on Earth immediately turned into a Sarah McLachlan commercial.

I know right? Truly! I love it. It's like...

Zorlok: "What the fuck? You summon me, erase my memories, then peace the fuck out?!"

Tommy: "Well, yeah, we've been planning this for months, Levi would kill me if I didn't go..."

Zorlok: "Bitch, I'M gonna kill you!"

[cupids-rainbows]

we share a name! neat, is it possible to get a jasmine tran (fairly oddparents: a new wish) with scene/kidcore stims in red and blue? and if possible (and it makes sense, its an odd hc of mine lol) warrior cats related stims?? if not then just regular cat gifs will suffice :P

Of course! Here ya go! ☆ I hope you like it :▹ (Also that's so cool!! :D I don't get to see others I share a name w/ often! ^w^)

Jasmine Tran stimboard with red, blue, scene/kidcore, & cat stims !

🩵 ❤️ 🩵 / 😺 😺 😺 / ❤️ 🖤 ❤️

[kylermalloy]

i read one of your fma fanfics only to be absolutely in love with the writing… AND with pussy al???? im in heaven, bless you 🙏🏻

Thank you anon! Iirc, I only have two fics with trans!Al posted on ao3—Room for Two and The Midnight Grind. Both of them are among my favorite Elricest fics that I’ve written! My love @konekowrites got me into the concept of trans!Al, and it’s just so delicious. One of my favorite things to play around with, tbh.

[sparkinglove]

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance / for charlie!

Nonverbal RP Starters || X

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

This was the one part she had feared about the party. Despite being royalty, it wasn't often she was invited to these sort of affairs -- the parties, or get-togethers that the high-class threw. Some of the Seven Deadly Sin were there by invitation, including her dad, and the invitation had extended to her as a result. Normally, she ignored them, but this time, thanks to some persistence from her friends, she decided to accept on behalf of the hotel. It was a tremendous opportunity to advertise the progress of her hotel and the residents who resided there.

Since Vaggie wasn't able to join, she invited the next best companion available: Alastor. Who better to help advertise the hotel than her hotelier?

But when it came to dancing, she barely knew one foot from the other. She hadn't planned on engaging in the activity, so when elongated claws slipped between her fingers and pulled her towards the dance floor, shock raced through her. Golden eyes turned up towards him in surprise. "Alastor?"

Right. In a brief instance, she was reminded that this was an activity that brought the radio demon real joy, not the kind that came from the screams of the souls he tormented. The reminder made a bright smile fill her face. He deserved this kind of fun, so for him, she supposed she could spare a dance or two.

She went willingly, letting him lead her to the dance floor, trying not to laugh at his quiet insistence. "I'm soooo sorry if I step on you! I'm not very good at this, for warning." She wanted to apologize in advance and give him a proper warning that now was his chance to back off if he didn't want his feet being crushed by her.

"I wanted to thank you for coming to this with me. I know all of this--," she waved her hand around the room, "--can be a lot of socializing. It means a lot to me that you could make it." She never would've had the guts to face it on her own.