#♣. ANSWERS.

[canisalbus]

The little Courage the cowardly dog-esque paws on this drawing just sent me for some reason I'm so sorry I just had to quickly doodle a little Machete the cowardly dog XD

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[xefrostritohlover69]

If your art requests are still open... Could you draw Fefetasprite? :D

sure! my art reqs are always open lol 7:P

also, thanks for requesting her i love drawing fefetasprite, shes my fav sprite! (other than davepetasprite)

[the-actual-ocean]

I'm alive guys.

[dyshonor]

“Hey!” Yes, yes — quite unfortunately for Randal, Serra’s managed to track him down. “So... you managed to get my habit bloody. I think it’s only right you buy me a new one. I’m sure you know how impossible blood is to get out of white. Well, if you don’t, it is. So, that’s the deal.” Her arms are crossed. For what it’s worth, it is, indeed, a little bloody.

-- IT IS LESS IMPRESSIVE of a feat for one's eyebrows to disappear into their hair when they've got a mane as wild and tangled as Randal's, but it doesn't stop it from happening nonetheless. "Huuh? Miss, what sorta charity case d'ya think I'm running?" He leans back, crossing his arms. "If you think yer the first solemn-sworn deal that I'd be failin' t'fulfill, yer right mistaken."

Or he says all this, but he is all too aware of Emma and Alice and whomever else might be watching him semi-judgmentally from the sidelines. He sighs through his teeth, digging through his side-satchel and pulling out a coin.

"Look. Get yerself summat nice, alrighty?" He places it in Serra's hand and closes her fingers over it, patting it once before withdrawing.

"And enough o' this 'hatin' girls' nonsense. I'll spear through men, women, n' critters all th' same. Ain't it 'equality' that I'm not givin' ya special treatment, if you think on it?"

[timeislikemusic]

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞ ( @ liu xiao because …. ofc he wants to be difficult <3 )

Evening fog seeps around the vehicle. Liu Xiao watches the lights of the car ahead of him. They’re trapped together in standstill traffic, him and his unfortunate, in-need-of-a-ride passenger. He suspects an accident somewhere up ahead is to blame, but he’s too distracted by Xia Fei’s backchat to think on the subject further. Once again, the blonde says something to drag his attention from the road.

“I see,” he replies, his expression saccharine sweet. Desaturated blue eyes flit about Xia Fei’s features; he’s not put off by this act in the slightest. If anything, all it does is prompt a trade-off. He lacks the same amount of sass in his voice, but who would he be if he let that stop him? “I hope you feel better soon.”

Xia Fei’s fussiness has become oddly charming. Was this an obstacle for Vein as well, back when they were getting to know each other? He hopes not. Xia Fei gives him a hard time, but the repartee feels uniquely theirs. He’s alright with it, and enjoys humoring it, whether he eventually wins him over or not. He won’t, however, be letting this redirect slide that easily. The matter at hand is too important.

“You should make sure you get enough sleep tonight.” Liu Xiao’s focus is back on the road and he speaks with amused simplicity. “I’ve heard cases of ‘not my problem’ can rapidly decline. Before you know it, it might become ‘my problem’ after all.” And maybe it’s not Liu Xiao who Xia Fei would help with this. Maybe. But, that’s neither here nor there ‘til the illness passes, is it? “Be careful.”

[biohazard-4ever]

Do you have any affectionate leon headcanons!

♣ Leon loves affection. To give and to receive; ♣ He is an attentive boyfriend. He knows his S/O's likes and dislikes. In a restaurant, he orders what he knows he can share with his S/O even when they have chose their own plate already; ♣ He smiles at them for no apparent reason; ♣ He playfully hogs all the blanket for him so you/his S/O is 'forced' to come and lay down next to him to be held all night long; ♣ He is working in his home office? Sit on his lap. He will lay his head on his S/O's shoulder and enjoys your touch;

This is what I have atm. AM SORRY! DX

[rietveild]

❝ just keep talking. ❞ ➝ @proditeur

HE SPITS OUT THE BLOOD THAT FILLS HIS MOUTH and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. red streaks across his gloves and his hair, once clean-cut and smoothed back, falls unkempt in front of his face. he grins something sadistic, something wolf-like, and his eyes glint with the excitement of a fight that proves a challenge.

he spreads out his arms as if he were performing on a stage and raises his head high, ❝ talk is cheap. it wastes our time. ❞ he drops his arms to his sides and his grin falls, ❝ so, what are you waiting for ? ❞ kaz's voice dips into something dangerous, ❝ why are you buying time ? ❞

[howdyneighborr]

Tweek: ’ How many next times are there gonna be? ’ (for kenny and/or clyde >:) )

@troublcmakcrs

The two men—the intended targets of the singular question—stood and sat, respectively; juxtaposed in their expression of guilt. Or, lack thereof.

Clyde posed coolly against the framed entrance of their tiny kitchen. He put all his effort into concentrating on the small bubbles under the white paint haphazardly slathered over the cheap wood across from him. Directly in his eye-line, the tiny imperfections diverted and distracted his attention. If his arms hadn't been folded across his chest, shielding himself as Tweek began to tear into Kenny's hide, he might have absently picked and peeled the decrepit Landlord's Special paint job. After all, he didn't really have to be here. Kenny needed the intervention. Clyde only contributed to his share of rent. And was banging them both. But other than that, he felt no responsibility for the opening of Pandora's box. He avoided eye contact with his seated partner, and he could feel Kenny doing the same. Clyde half-expected, if he were to steal a glance at Kenny, to see cartoonish lines of tension drawn over his hanging head. The standing brunette refused to believe he had any part in this other than being an observer. He would deny all allegations as an enabler—as he always had, anyway. He kept his mouth shut and stayed a safe distance as the squabble roiled to a head.

Kenny leaned forward over his knees, feeling small and sick. He sat curled around himself until he could bear to raise his chin. When the wave of guilt-induced nausea ebbed, the skinny blonde rested the point of his jaw in his hands and stared up from the couch at Tweek. He wanted to chuck a pillow, stuffed with blame and accusation, across the room at the good-for-nothing bartender. Even still, when the thought formed in his head, he regretted feeling that way towards the other man. Ken knew the responsibility lay mostly on his own shoulders. Not throwing Clyde under the bus or even turning to face him for backup took every bit of Kenny's resolve. He knew the other man would male a slick remark and weasel his way out of the room  Kenny was surprised he hadn't made an escape already. He knew Clyde would slough off the accountability regardless. He also knew the time for making excuses had passed and he should start fixing his mistakes. Clyde could do whatever the fuck he wanted. Treat Tweek, treat him, the way he wanted. He would only have himself to blame when he had to sleep on the couch. Or with whoever would take him in. Clyde could make his own bed, but Kenny– He was tired of coming home, or waking up, or getting a text from a disappointed Tweek. 

That amalgam of factors ultimately stopped him from casting his sad, blue plea for help in Clyde's direction; Kenny knew he would find no comfort. And that was okay. He was an adult, not a giant man-child like Clyde. Okay, now that thought felt good. Albeit a bit internally vindicated, Kenny couldn’t shake feeling like a piece of shit, but weren't they both? Wasn't that what else had caused this? No one owning up to their own bullshit, history dooming itself to be repeated? With a whump and a sigh, his back hit the sofa cushions and his legs extended in Tweek's direction; an invitation and the very picture of man-spread. Wallowing wouldn’t un-fuck or un-drink anything. With a puckish grin, the lounging blonde was the first to respond.

“Can you be a little more clear about which specific fuck-up you're pissed about right now? I’ve kind of done a lot of shit lately…”

[qunz1]

@starfiaer said: "who taught you how to do that?"

she enjoyed the stretch and pull of muscle as her body doubled over backward, hands and feet firmly planted on the ground before she kicked off, turning the world upside down. harley didn't miss a beat at the question, walking closer to the woman with one hand in front of the other. she imagined herself something akin to a horror movie creature, and the imagine in her head brought a chuckle out of her.

"i had this coach in college," she began, disdain lacing her tone at the memory of him, "who made us all walk the length of the gym on just our hands every day to 'build core strength' or somethin'," she rolled her eyes, letting herself fall forward into a roll before popping up onto her feet. "i had blisters for months!"

[painofhumanity]

The only person Alice loves as much as--if not more than--Bruce, is Alfred. He's the only other person who she felt immediately safe around, and he treated her like a child from the moment he met her; Alfred didn't care that the young miss could warp reality or read minds, he was still going to make sure she brushed her teeth and got to bed at a reasonable time, but he was always gentle with her. Before she was ready to go to school, Alfred was also who she spent the most time with, which was often her following him around the house as he worked, asking him questions about what he was doing and just life in general.

[askcupsandcasinos]

(i swear the next one will answer an ask. just gotta get through all this plot (: )

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[xefrostritohlover69]

Draw a femme twink

wwhy do you wwant a femme twwink? hm?

[the-actual-ocean]

Neurodivergence.

It's Liv!!!

[dyshonor]

"You have my apologies."

There was no need to fluff about, or beat around the bush—Diamant had been working on incomplete information, and used it to so earnestly accuse an innocent man. All of this was a game, there weren't any actual stakes, but he knew to recognize when he was wrong.

"I didn't get a chance in all the commotion of the trial, but I was wrong about your allegiance, and for that I apologize." He offers a hand for a shake, though his smile is somewhat tight. Diamant still wasn't particularly a fan of Randal's attitude.

"You can accept or not, but I offer it regardless."

-- RANDAL EYES THE HAND with a wide facade of neutrality. He blinks, then defaults to his usual half-smug, half-kind expression. The sort that seemed to beg to be punched.

So this was the infuriating placidness of true-born nobility. He has to fight to keep his lip from curling. Here was the 'honorable' gesture that those who care about such things think necessary. Aggravating. For a moment, he is almost glad that he has been forced out of such necessities and shows of faux care. Almost.

"Apologies? What for! Ser, this was a light-hearted game. Accusations and misconceptions are to be expected! In fact, it would hardly be any fun without them no?"

He waves his hand dismissively, his smile- no longer cute, but spread thinly over his jaw- picture perfect. "If you're apologizing, doesn't that posit that I should as well? That seems a waste of breath. We simply played the game as it was meant to be, ser!"

[tyrantsmonarchy]

𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝕆𝕣 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘈𝘻𝘶𝘭 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭 𝘝𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢, 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦.

𝗬𝗲𝗽, 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲. 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗶𝗳 𝗥𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻. (𝗜'𝗺 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀(𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀).

𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚!

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ . . . ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

ᴴᵒˡᶦᵈᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᶠʳᵉᵉᵈᵒᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵇᶦˡᶦᵗᶦᵉˢ, ᵈᵘᵗᶦᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒᵐᵉʷᵒʳᵏ!

˚｡⋆୨୧˚🦁˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖆 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖗⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🦁˚୨୧⋆｡˚

Why, in the name of Sevens, you were texting him at night? Aren't you supposed to sleep, huh? Oh, it's because its the time for your night walkings. Right. How can he forget?

This lazy sleepy head usually rambles at the time you chose for the things like this. But not today.

He closed his eyes and inhaled. The cold air filled his lungs. It was so refreshing. Inhale. Exhale. And inhale again. Feels like... Like here's you two in the whole world. No bothering noises, just stars, moon, him and you. Shivering.

He frowned and opened his eyes to look at you.

— Are ya cold or something? You shivering like a banshee.

You answered him, what's the problem was.

You haven't warm enough clothes for winter. How didn't he notice? But Leona had find the solving the problem. He hold your hand in his in pocket of his coat. Romantic and warm, right?

˚｡⋆୨୧˚🐙˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝕬𝖟𝖚𝖑 𝕬𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖔 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🐙˚୨୧⋆｡˚

You have been mumbling for hour and quarter. Sevens, aren't you tired? But suddenly Azul hears your sneeze

— Darling, are you cold?

You said, that you aren't, but he didn't believe it. So now his scarf and gloves are on your neck and hands.

You asked, if he okay with it.

Azul chuckled and smile appeared on his face.

— I'm okay, darling, don't worry. In the sea I've experienced colder environment than here.

You nodded and intertwined your gloved fingers with his uncovered ones. His cheeks flushed.

Cute.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚🐍˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑 𝖁𝖎𝖕𝖊𝖗 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🐍˚୨୧⋆｡˚

He refused to go outside, but once he heard that you are making a snowman he won't hesitate.

Outside was cold (of course it was, it's winter, Sherlock). You were sitting on your knees and draw face to your snowman. Wait, he looks familiar. Is it... Him? How cute of you.

You called for Jamil and smiled widely, proud of yourself.

— Is it really me? I don't think I'm even looking like him...

You pouted and turned away with crossed arms.

—... Because I can't see snowman, which looks like you.

You turned to him and giggled. Oh, so that's the problem was.

He took carrots and some twigs. Making snowmen with Jamil was an interesting experience. It was like making funny sculptures of you and him. And you two have done such a great work.

Now, everyone can see two snowmen, which were holding hands and smiling(at least your copy was).

˚｡⋆୨୧˚♣˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖞 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚♣˚୨୧⋆｡˚

You almost burned down the whole kitchen. Oh Sevens, give him patience and good nerves.

He didn't think that cooking gingerbread with you would be so hard.

It started three days ago, when you asked him for the recipe.

You were a stubborn one, so it's no surprise when you insisted on your own and started cooking. But one day ago you gave up and rustling on the floor with your feet came to him.

You whined him to help you and here you two are.

No one was injured while your cooking session.

In the end you finally made good gingerbread people and hearts. They were tasty and soft. Also Trey's cinnamon and apple cream was perfectly fitting.

You hope you could make cooking session again, and Trey hope you don't burn the kitchen next time.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚🐉˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🐉˚୨୧⋆｡˚

Malleus was pleasantly surprised when you invited him to sleepover at Ramshackle. You swear, you saw the widest and the brightest smile he could make. His eyes has been shining for the whole day until you met after lessons.

He took his pyjamas, some books he brought from Briar Valley and his tamagochi. And here he was, standin in your door frame and smiling.

— Child of Man, I'm guite sure what you have no games with you or am I don't correct?

You ssaid what you borrowed some board games from Azul's club.

Malleus hummed with smile and nodded

— It's pretty good, Child of Man! Are we will playing games and talking or would you rather go sleep after activities we'll have?

You said what you'd like to sit next to fireplace under blanket with him.

His eyes widened, but quickly narrowed and he laughed loudly

—How bold of you, Child of Man! You are indeed interesting and sometimes even stunning!

˚｡⋆୨୧˚🔥˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🔥˚୨୧⋆｡˚

Rollo wasn't sure, if the problem was in you or in weather, but while you two were doing the homework(which you wanted to do in the end of holidays), it started snowing outside. Like, pretty heavy. You can't even look through from the window.

And here he was, sitting on your sofa, with your head on his shoulder, watching some romantic and tragic movies.

And he should confess, it feels comforting and cozy to sit with you.

— [Name]. [Name]?

When you didn't respond Rollo peeked at your sleeping frame.

— Oh, you fell asleep. Sorry for disturbing you, I don't mean that.

He shook his head and covered you with blanket. After that he turn off the TV and closed his eyes, letting his head fall on top of yours and drifting into his own sleep.

Snow stopped only at the morning of next day.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

Hi(◍•ᴗ•◍)/

I'm pretty sure, I'm doing good job as writer(at least I try to write everyday, but me being lazy ass and having mood swings as Floyd is hard to believe that I don't abandon this account,but I'll try my best to this not happen). Thanks for reading me, it makes me feel happy and motivated for new writings(•̀ᴗ•́)و ��̑

[screwslooseboozer]

Hey skeptic, there is someone going around telling people you are a proshipper and to stop writing with you. I am one of those people and I've seen one or two people make a post referancing anon hate so I'm assuming they got those as well? Just letting you know so if you suddenly start getting blocked by mutuals, that might be why.

　GASP!!!! ME?????

　SOMEONE WHO BELIEVES FICTION IS NOT ON A ONE - TO - ONE SCALE WITH REALITY??????

　ME????????

　OH MY GOD WHO WOULD SAY SUCH A THING!!!!!

　I don't care. Follow me or don't. Be an adult and make your own decisions, okay? While I may not be happy about it, if a mutual decides what's best for them is to not have me around, I'm not going to stop them from setting that boundary. Your own health comes before the little fictional characters we bang against one another in our free time.