#⟨ asks ⟩

[hellsitegenetics]

is it bad that i forgot animals could also have genetics and appear on this page as well

you forgot animals ... of which you, presumably, are one ... have genes

[infectiouspiss]

opinions on chess?

too complicated, but i like the horsies

[redstonedust]

anon hate

witty response

[comicaurora]

From a discussion on the discord: is Ignan fire resistance a soul-related trait or a biological trait? Eg. would a dead Ignan still be immune to fire?

biological! wait please tell me the discord isn't trying to turn people into coats again

[batsandbirdbrains]

Imagine the only reason bruce finds out clark's superman is because dick drew glasses on a picture of superman with crayon

“Hey chum, whatcha got ther—wait a damn minute, I know that guy.”

Bruce’s finger is pointing accusingly at the crayon drawing his eight year old newly adopted son is drawing, and Dick looking at him like he’s grown a second head.

“It’s Superman!” he says, using his crayon to shove Bruce’s finger away. “I’m drawing you all in disguises! See, Wonder Woman gets a fake mustache!”

Wonder Woman does in fake have a fake mustache in the crayon drawing. Batman has a blond wig. But the glasses on Superman are throwing Bruce off.

“That’s Clark fucking Kent.”

“Alfred said you’re not allowed to use that word around me anymore.”

“Well don’t repeat it at school and no one will know!”

“Who’s Clark fucking Kent?”

“He’s a reporter. And that is, in fact, his full name. That little asshole, he called me a himbo in his last article about me!”

“What’s a himbo?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

The next weekend, Bruce brings Dick to a gala. It’s getting towards the end of the night, and Dick has forced Bruce to carry him. He’s tired. He’s been cut off from the dessert table. He wants desperately to go home, but Bruce said they had to do at least one interview before they could leave. Dick is looking sleepily over Bruce’s shoulder, scanning the room, when he perks up.

“It’s Clark fucking Kent!” he tells Bruce. Loudly. He’s also pointing.

Bruce is trying desperately to shush him, but Dick is waving Clark over, calling out Clark fucking Kent until the man in question is standing in front of them, sweating.

“Interview him so we can go home please, I want to go to bed,” Dick says with all the authority of a grumpy eight year old up well past his bedtime. Then he shoves his cheek against Bruce’s shoulder and pouts.

Clark is flustered and floundering, and while Bruce’s face has turned ten different shades of pink in the last thirty seconds, he sees a beautiful opportunity presented before him. He’s since discovered that Clark fucking Kent is, in fact, Superman. The very same Superman he’s been having discussions about creating a Justice League with. The same Superman who’s been pestering him for weeks and been a bit of a thorn in Batman’s side, really.

And Clark fucking Kent has written some less than stellar articles about Brucie Wayne’s personal life. And now it’s time to repay the favor. Starting with encouraging Dick’s inquisitive nature.

“Dickie, didn’t you have a question for Clark fucking Kent?”

“Oh yeah,” Dick perks up a bit, then narrows his eyes at the reporter in front of him. “You called my Bruce a himbo. What’s a himbo? Why’d you call him that? It sounds like bimbo. What’s a bimbo?”

Dick continues his rapid fire questioning, not giving Clark fucking Kent a moment to actually respond. Bruce is trying very hard not to laugh.

“That wasn’t very nice if himbo isn’t a nice word. I don’t think it’s nice, because my Bruce said he wouldn’t tell me what it means ‘til I’m older. You shouldn’t use mean words in your articles, Mr. Clark fucking Kent, that isn’t nice.”

The reporter is stammering, and damn near shaking in his loafers.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” is what he finally manages to squeak out.

“Calling you what?”

The reporter stammers again, stuttering a few times, before saying in a hushed tone, “Clark fucking Kent.”

“My Bruce said that’s your full name.”

Bruce grins at Clark, says, “Well that was a wonderful interview, Mr. Kent, hope you got the makings of a great article. Toodles!” and he turns away with Dick to go home.

[drill-bits]

OH GREAT MONARCH DRILL BITS OF THE MECHPREG WORLD

GIVE ME A SINGLE MORSEL OF SWINBLURR AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

[fragranticareviewers]

I was wondering, what would you imagine a modern vampire would wear? Like not an old gothic “I live in a castle with all my ghost pals and my raging homoeroticism” but a “I live in a small apartment with multiple roommates and my raging homoeroticism” type of vampire. Can be fem, masc, or unisex scents.

sometimes, when i get requests, it's difficult to come up with a list because there's just one perfume that's showing up to block my thought process. like every time i try to think of anything else, i get an annoying pop-up, but for my brain, and i can't even begin to conceptualize any other answer

this is my way of saying "lost cherry by tom ford, and i will not take any other suggestions," unless one of those suggestions is one of its numerous dupes. of which there are many.

[pvtpunsart]

*Gives Donnie a normal softshell to see his reaction*

flat mean swim real fast, go little flying saucer go

[i-give-you-a-fish]

May I have the fish with the lewdest name?

Oh the lewdest of names

You get a Slippery Dick

Halichoeres bivittatus

[personostient]

My favourite thing about shadow (aside the obvious) is that It is like a black cat. A void cat if you will.

I bet Sam would mistake a hanged coat for Shadow at least once.

Sam goes to get something from the fridge at night and trips over shadow because you can't see them in the dark or hear their silent little movements (totally not based on something that has happened, yep)

Other black cat shenanigans too

midnight snackies

[ray-is-a-angel]

I'm bored so ask away

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[drill-bits]

I don't know if you've shown it already, but can we see the full version of the blueberry and strawberry banner?

Fully Upgraded

[batsandbirdbrains]

dick getting de-aged and everything is in a chaos for a little bit but then the batfam is finally settling in when dick goes “hey b, where’s uncle harvey?” and now everyone is like “wtf??” bc they weren’t aware of the lore™️. bruce tries to explain that “uncle harvey is sick” but dick insists on visiting him and giving him presents to make him feel better. bruce keeps saying no. dick eventually finds out harvey’s location (Arkham) from the bar computer and decides to deliver his cards and presents in person. harvey is just “wtf???” but ends up rolling with it.

Stop I love Dick originally having a good relationship with Harvey before he becomes Two-Face 😭 it makes Two-Face beating him half to death with a baseball bat all the more devastating.

But imagine little de-aged nine year old Dick sneaking into Arkham, a backpack full of Alfred’s cookies, Capri Suns, homemade get well soon cards he made with fancy art supplies he found in Damian’s room, and a stuffed animal he thinks Uncle Harvey would like. It’s a penguin, because Uncle Harvey always makes jokes about the Penguin when they see Ozzy at an event.

“Uncle Harvey! Pssst!!” Dick whispers as he unlocks the door to the room Harvey is supposed to be in. “Uncle Harv? Are you here? B said you’re sick.”

“What the hell?” a baffled voice asks, and the light turns on to reveal Two-Face in all his glory staring down at the boy who used to be his favorite nephew. Who still is, really, but he hasn’t seen Dick in ages. But he knows for damn certain the kid isn’t a little kid anymore.

“Uncle Harvey?” Dick asks, his voice shaking as he looks at the burnt half of Harvey’s face. “You’re hurt! Why aren’t you at a real hospital?”

Dick is scampering over to him, and Harvey falls back on his bed, and Dick is fluttering at his bedside with his hands hovering around, unsure of what to do. He has a very concerned look on his face, his lower lip trembling.

And something inside Harvey snaps. Because his little nephew is tearing up and going through the contents of his backpack and decorating the bedside table with homemade cards with silly drawings, shoving juice pouches in his hands, and opening a container of fresh cookies he knows must have been made by Alfred.

“You brought all this for me?”

“Yeah, B said you were sick, I wanted you to feel better.”

Harvey pulls the kid to sit on the bed with him, making sure Dick stays on his good side, not wanting to scare him. Then the kid pulls out a stuffed penguin, and Harvey has to laugh.

“I knew he’d make you feel better,” Dick tells him proudly, shoving the penguin under Harvey’s arm. “You always laugh when we make penguin jokes.”

“Does the penguin have a name?” Harvey asks, remembering how Dick always named every stuffed toy he ever got.

“Ozzy, of course.”

Harvey barks out a laugh, pulling Dick close to him.

“You really have made me feel better, kid.”

“I knew I could. B didn’t believe me, he didn’t wanna let me come see you.”

“You wanna tell me why you’re a pipsqueak again?”

Dick fiddles with his fingers, looking away from Harvey.

“I dunno,” Dick shrugs. “He said a bad guy hit me with something. Maybe I got kidnapped again? He didn’t say.”

Harvey hums, because that does sound like something that would happen to Richie Grayson, but he hadn’t seen anything about it in the news or heard any underground chatter. Arkham really does keep him out of the loop.

But he sees how Dick shrinks in on himself, and he tries to coax him back out of the shell he’s about to retreat into.

“B has lots of other kids now,” Dick whispers, tucking himself deeper under Harvey’s arm. “He wouldn’t play with me at all, and he always tells me a stupid story before bed but he wouldn’t do it even when I asked him to, and he…” Dick hesitates, because he can’t let Harvey know he’s Robin or that Bruce is Batman, but something has been bugging him and upsetting him since he woke up in this weird world where Bruce has a million other kids. “…he calls them chum, too. I thought I was the only one he called chum. He said it was special.”

He hasn’t actually heard Bruce call anyone else chum, but he knows three of the others have been Robin. That one of them is Robin right now. And it made Dick’s skin crawl and made him feel like he couldn’t catch his breath.

“Bruce Wayne is a moron at best,” Harvey tells him without hesitation. “You were always the best of his bunch, though. Always.”

“Why did Bruce say you were sick if you’re not sick? You’re hurt, that’s different. Are you in pain?”

Harvey is quiet for a moment, squeezing his arm around Dick in what he hopes is a comforting manner. It’s been a while since he’s had any physical contact with someone that wasn’t meant to be threatening.

“I’m not in pain right now, no,” he lies to the kid, because there’s no point in worrying him. “Bruce said I’m sick because getting hurt made me go a little crazy, that’s all.”

“Oh. But you’re okay?”

“I’m okay.”

“Do I visit you when I’m big?”

“Of course you do,” he continues to lie.

“Oh, good,” Dick says with a smile.

They’re quiet again for a while, munching on cookies, until something sparks in Harvey’s mind.

“Wait a minute, how did you get in here?”

“Security guards don’t usually look down.”

Harvey laughs, and Dick grins at him.

When Batman and all his little birds rush in an hour later, Dick puts up a hell of a fight. He kicks and screams and bites, and Harvey is laughing up a storm as the Bat is nearly thwarted by a little kid.

“I’ll come visit you later!” Dick promises him from where he’s thrown over Batman’s shoulder.

“No you won’t,” Batman growls at him.

“I don’t have to listen to you!” Dick snaps, tugging at one the ears on Batman’s cowl. But then he turns to smile at Harvey, waving as he calls, “Bye, Uncle Harvey! Feel better!”

“Bye, Dickie!”

Harvey is cackling in delight even as the other bats hold him down. Not that he was trying to escape. This was the best time he’s had in years.

[synodicas]

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[guineapigposting]

I’m gonna trim your nails. can you please stay calm so i can get it done quickly?

I will take us both down