#((ask answered

[bunnis-monsters]

SFW

a/n: here’s another kofi request, featuring Momo the bunny hybrid playing in the snow for the first time ^^

Your bunny hybrid lover, Momo, used to hibernate during the winter. Because he lived in the wild by himself, there was no reason to stay awake when food was scarce and predators were desperate for a meal.

But then he met you, and all of a sudden he couldn’t even fathom being away from you for an entire season. The thought of not getting to enjoy your kisses and soft snuggles or eat your delicious cooking while he spent all winter asleep was… heart wrenching.

“So you’ll stay with me for winter,” you said with a smile, carrying a basket of fresh vegetables and fruit on your hip. “It’s settled. Now help me start canning, winter will creep up on us before we know it.”

And it really did.

Summer and fall were gone in a flash, the air growing colder as trees lost their leaves and the grass became withered and dry. Soon, snow would blanket the earth and it would be time to hunker down for the harsh winter months.

But for now, your bunny hybrid mate was collecting firewood with some other male hybrids in the area.

“You’re really not hibernating this year, Momo?”

Momo’s bunny ears flicked, and he turned to his deer hybrid friend. “Sorry, I’ll be with my mate this year.”

A raccoon hybrid nearby laughed, leaning against a tree. “You’ll miss out on the best sleep of the year, Momo. Is a girl really worth it?”

His foot thumped against the ground rapidly. Momo loved you with his whole heart, so he really disliked when his friends didn't take your relationship seriously. “Yes, it is completely worth it. I love her.”

Momo carried back the firewood with a huff, setting it down by the fireplace. You were at the stove, preparing dinner and humming some love song you heard on the radio. It took him a moment to register that you were speaking to him, he always got distracted by how much he adored every little thing you did.

“Momo? Did you hear anything I just said?”

He blinked before giving you a flustered smile. “Uh.. mmm, what did you say?”

You bit back a laugh, wiping your hands off on your apron before you turned his way.

“I asked if you could watch the stove for a moment, I need to check the news.”

Momo scurried over, taking the wooden spoon from your hand and taking over stirring the soup you were working on. “O-of course, sweetheart. I can handle that.”

You returned to the kitchen a moment later, phone in hand. “Oh wow, we’re in for a couple inches of snow tonight.”

Momo’s ears perked up at your words, clicking slightly. He had never seen snow before due to hibernating every year, and safe to say he was pretty excited. “Really? And snow… is it really as cold as people say?”

“Mhm!”

The two of you ate dinner then curled up in bed together. It was hard for Momo to drift off when he knew that he’d get to see fresh snow in the morning, but your warmth and soft breathing lulled him into sleep.

He woke up to you getting dressed. Momo rubbed his sleepy eyes, sitting up. “Mmph… what are you doing?”

You turned, giving him a smile. “Getting ready to play in the snow, of course.”

Momo never got dressed quicker than he did that morning. You made sure to bundle him up properly before opening the door.

The ground was covered in a thick layer of snow, and it crunched under his feet with each step. He was in awe, bending over to reach out and touch it.

“C-cold!”

You laughed as he drew back and hid behind you, his fluffy tail wagging furiously. “Yes, it’s very cold. C’mon, we can build a snowman first.”

Momo laughed as he ran around the yard, making the third ball for your snowman. Once his head was on, the two of you decorated it with some rocks and a scarf.

As Momo was admiring his work, he yelped when he felt a snowball hit his head. You were standing a small distance behind him, giggling as you prepared another ball.

“H-hey!”

Momo pouted as he began preparing a ball too, but several times he was pelted with snowballs before he could get his first one done.

After tiring yourselves out with a snowball fight, the two of you laid in the snow, your breaths coming out in white puffs as you made snow angels.

“Is it like this every year?” Momo asked, turning to meet your gaze.

You shook your head, smiling as you reached out to brush some snow out of his hair. “Mmm… no. Although it snows every year, I never have this much fun. Usually I just spend winter inside, alone. You... make everything a lot better.”

His cheeks flushed red, and he looked away in embarrassment. “Ah…”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a bit before you sat up. “Brr, it’s cold. Let’s go inside and I’ll make some hot chocolate.”

“With cookies?”

“Mhm.”

The two of you headed inside, hand in hand, warming up just so you could go back to playing in the snow later.

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[timbit-robin-art]

a few of us on here believe that bucky and natasha should be couple friends with rogue and gambit and they should go on double dates together. nat and rogue are friends because of their time in the avengers together but we cant decide if gambit and bucky would get along. so your idea of bucky and gambit having a history bc gambit stole something from hydra makes this scenario even more hilarious

I think results are still pending on whether or not Bucky and Gambit would get along.

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: Silliness

Unlike the majority of versions of Stanford Pines, he did not dedicate himself to defeating Bill Cipher. Bro really just wanted to go home and made that everyone's problem.

Most "good" Fords in the multiverse decide independently of one another all at once that they need to kill their version of Bill Cipher in some grand kamikaze mission.

Jerk Ford hears about this and goes "I know exactly what I need to to."

So he proceeds to rob the nearest liquor store and get drunk in the parking lot of a Space Waffle House.

Just as he's contemplating-

Is that a portal? It feels familiar...

He quickly injects himself with a syringe full of his patented Drunk-B-Gone and takes his chance.

Stan: Stop breaking into peoples houses. Jerk Ford: Why don't you just tell me to stop being happy.

---

Stan: You should be nicer to the kids! Jerk Ford: What's the point, anyway? They will think I'm a shape shifter if I act the slightest bit nice to them. Stan: And whose fault is that? Jerk Ford: ...Mine Stan: What? I cant hear you, I think my hearing aid is acting up. Say that again. Jerk Ford: 'F*** you Stanley', that's what I said.

Stan: Antisocial personality disorder?? Jerk Ford: Undiagnosed?

Waddles: *does literally anything* Jerk Ford: If you think I'm too kosher to eat you, you're wrong. Waddles: *snuffles* Jerk Ford: Count your f***ing days.

[mister-ttt]

hi! I just wanted to say that I love your content and the clip of you nibbling the lees neck will always give me butterflies ahem

Thank you so much! That was @tklish-princess , such a sweet girl who I miss and adore.

Here's just the neck nibble part. Her screaming laughter is just... perfect.

[originalaccountname]

What are all the animals you could see Dazai as? With explanations c:

(Besides the creature cat and goblin goose)

Dog. 100% dog. That man is a puppy in need of a forever home. He finds people he likes and wags his tail while biting their ankles and following them everywhere. Got fluffy bangs ears. Loves yapping. Yearns for a pack. Naps all day. Begs for food. If you start giving him attention he will not let you stop. Loves being validated and called a good boy huh who said that

the main point is that he should be a social animal. Betray his need for companionship from the get-go. Being alone makes him sad and weak and lonely and worse. Show his true colours despite him.

[thedemonofcat]

Geralt gets cursed to only hear the negative thoughts of those around him. He already knew how most people felt about him, but it was really starting to bum him the fuck out.

He's been avoiding meeting Jaskier until the curse can be cured. He doesn't think he could handle hearing his best friend/secret crush think poorly of him.

Then, they meet by chance. Geralt braces himself to have his heart broken, but the negative thoughts surrounding Jaskier are mostly self-centered. And the ones involving Geralt are generally Jaskier lamenting how the witcher doesn't take care of himself.

And then, Jaskier has a thought about how Geralt will never love him.

"Stupid, this song is awful." Geralt could hear Jaskier's thoughts loud and clear. The bard was attempting to write a new song, and his self-criticism was relentless.

"What are you working on?" Geralt asked, hoping to interrupt the stream of negativity.

"Oh, just some new song material," Jaskier replied, though his thoughts betrayed him: "He doesn't really care."

"Can I see it?" Geralt asked. Jaskier hesitated for a moment. Sharing unfinished work had always made him uncomfortable, but after a brief pause, he handed over his notebook.

"These are good," Geralt said, his tone genuine.

"Liar," Jaskier's thoughts hissed. "He hates you. You're a worthless piece of crap. No wonder they call you the Witcher's Whore."

"I don’t think of you as my whore," Geralt said softly, the words escaping before he could stop them.

[seth-whumps]

“Where am I? Where’s Whumper?” + caretaker

"Gone. I... took care of them."

"You're in the hospital, and we got you back. Finally."

"Shh. We're not safe yet."

"...You're safe now, Whumpee. You should go back to sleep."

"Do you... remember me? Caretaker?"

[agent-darkfest]

You're dragons have aged up!

Teenage stage, one more to go :3

More information↓

Floral draconic near the end of this stage they cocoon until the last stage, It only lasts for a few weeks.

Aurorus's scales lighten up a lot before going to a black color.

The feline draconic's eyes are starting to straighten out.

Well, I definitely think that the Professor and the boys are pretty happy with their sweet and healthy friends! =)

[stray-tim]

New brother? 👁️👁️

@batkid-from-another-father

Mayhaps...? I'm unsure... But I certainly can't just leave him alone in his apartment _( _ _ )_

[artistsfuneral]

(for your one sentence prompt)

Vesemir and Lambert had never seen eye to eye since the older Witcher brought him to kaer morhen, but when Lambert came back one winter after been missing for three years, Vesemir didn't say anything and just crushed him in a bear hug, shaking slighty.

Vesemir and Lambert had never seen eye to eye since the older Witcher brought him to Kaer Morhen, but when Lambert came back one winter after having been missing for three long years, Vesemir didn't say anything and just crushed his youngest in a bear hug, shaking arms giving his feelings away clear as day.

Lambert clung to him instantly, arms winding around Vesemir's back, fingers digging into his jerkin, as he buried his head in the crook of the old Witcher's neck, bending down, falling against his frame and letting the other man take his weight. His voice, hoarse and breaking, shook under the heavy sobs that escaped him as he begged, "Da, I fucked up. I fucked up so badly. Please don't be mad, Da. I tried- I tried so hard but I- Don't be mad. Don't be mad at me, please, Da. He doesn't- I can't lose him! Da, I need help, I can't lose him. Please don't be mad at me."

Send me an ask with a First Sentence and I will write the following five! ✨

[rachelsfav-queer]

Yoko flirting

Yoko: *to Wednesday* Hey there, pretty girl. Wanna come back to my mansion in Transylvania and- oughf *trips on her own feet and falls on her face*

Wednesday: …

Wednesday: *turns to Divina* Is she always this inept at romantic gestures?

Divina: *winces* Yeah, unfortunately. She’s gotten better though! You should’ve seen her when she was first trying to ask me out on a date. I had to spare her eventually by asking her out instead. She still pouts about that.

Wednesday: Alright. *sighs heavily and pulls Yoko up from the floor with one hand* I shall go on a date with you, Tanaka. But I expect a full night of wooing and romance. I better be swooning and off my feet by the end of the night, understand?

Yoko: *pumps fist in a very dorky manner* Yes, score! C’mon, let’s go! I wanna show you my collection of antique knives!

Yoko drags Wednesday off in a random direction, leaving Enid and Divina standing together.

Divina: They’re a couple of gay idiots.

Enid: But… they’re our gay idiots!

Divina: *laughs* Yeah, they sure are! *pulls Enid in for a kiss*

End <3

(Sorry, idk what this is other than a stray idea I have of Wednesday/Enid/Yoko/Divina lol. Hope y’all enjoyed it anyway)

[mooneln0ne]

Is ur pfp the guy from dead end adventure or am I dumb

yes it’s shuraiya bascud :]

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I don't have an ask but I have a vibe

"My spine is screaming and the next person to ask me a question is gonna-"

"What do you want for dinner, Angel baby?" Wade asked hanging over the back of the couch, wincing slightly when you made a frustrated noise he could only describe as a muted scream- the dulcet sound of a bunny being strangled. "Yeesh-"

"I'm not thinking. I'm not doing. I am not accepting questions or critiques of any kind until I have had a hot bath and at least one glass of wine."

Wade flipped himself upright and crossed the floor, taking your bag off your shoulder and stealing a kiss, "Normally, I'd fully support you drinking a bottle and going to bed but- pretty sure you can't drink on your new meds."

"Wade."

"We were all in that Doctor's appointment beautiful," he said, tweaking your nose. "You've got spine damage and you already don't-"

"I never have- like ever," you sigh. "This isn't new. None of this is new. Born broken, remember?"

"You're not broken-"

"I have x-rays that say otherwise," you hum, smiling a little. "But fine. If you wanna be my nanny I'll just take a bath." You pat his chest and tilt your head to pop your neck, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort.

"I can help-"

"You don't get to be a mother hen and then try to see me naked babe, Freud doesn't have a place in my bedroom," you kiss his cheek and walk towards the bathroom.

"I'm telling-"

"Logan would have handed me the glass of wine in the bath and we both know it," you call over your shoulder. "If he gets home before I'm out kiss him for me."

_____________

Logan let himself into the apartment and frowned when he found Wade frantically typing on his phone and going through your pill bottles, "What's going-"

"Trying to see if these meds cause mood swings," Wade pouted, "my sweet little angel baby is all snarly today."

He snorted and helped himself to a beer, wrenching the top off, "No shit?"

"Peanut-"

"Listen, Mouth," Logan said, "if she's awake she's in pain and the only way she can sleep is to take pills that knock her the fuck out- she can't fuck, walk, or even drive like she wants so... yeah. She's probably a little inclined to be pissy."

"Surprisingly insightful Logi-bear," Wade groused, "guess I shoulda just gave her the wine-"

"I woulda," Logan shrugged. "It's not like someone's not here to watch her."

Wade frowned and reached back to pick up the wine bottle on the counter, "One sweet white with ice cubes I guess."

"Smart man." Logan nodded, "Just hand it to her and ask her if she wants some popcorn or something-"

"Alcohol AND a snack. Damn it, why didn't I think of that?"

"Works for just about anybody," he said taking a drink of his beer. "Short of fucking her brains out-"

"Which she desperately needs-"

"Tell me about it," you grumble, toweling your hair. "I'm gonna end up a born-again virgin-"

"That'll never happen, Princess," Logan chuckled, pulling you closer to kiss you hello. "We wouldn't let it."

"And aside from that," Wade said putting ice in a wine glass, "after taking Logan's cock that hymen is NEVER coming back."

[tinfoil-jones]

weird question, but how many divorces has jerk ford caused? i was just thinking about how he pulled the "i fucked your dad" on card on gideon—this cretin invades my every thought and i just have to ask this before i go to sleep

AND SORRY IF I ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS im just a very curious guy (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Stan: Stanford?

Jerk Ford: Yes?

Stan: Did you read the newspaper this morning?

Jerk Ford: No.

Stan: Well, the front page article was really interesting, because Priscilla Northwest just announced that she's divorcing Preston Northwest.

Jerk Ford: I didn't think after all of these years, you'd be so interested in 'celebrity drama', Stanley.

Stan: ...What did you do?

Jerk Ford: Why do you think I did anything? Frankly, I am insulted.

Stan: Uh huh, so you're telling me that you had nothing to do with the mob of lesbians who showed up at her front door?

Jerk Ford: Yes.

Stan: And Priscilla is lying when she says she didn't put up the Woman looking for Woman craigslist ad with the pinpoint location of Northwest Manor?

Jerk Ford: Well, you know how rich people are, not fond of when their scandals come to light.

Stan: And you really didn't care a few days ago when Preston told Dipper that no one in higher society would ever want to rub elbows with 'his kind'?

Jerk Ford: I don't see why I would.

[dykewithbenefits]

Dykes being hypnotised to worship femboy ass, becoming lesbo rimsluts for gross gooners who treat them like their own personal pornstars.

Dykes being hypnotised to be femboy sweat rags, forced to lick and lick all day for some lesbophobic girly boy who watches hentai and jerks off nonstop.

Maybe some of them didn’t even need to be hypnotised in the first place and just REALLY wanted to be used and abused by a femboy.

Dykes being hypnotised to act as dress-up dolls for weeby femboys, letting them clothe them in the skimpiest, slutties outfits ever made, and parade them around in public like their lewd little cosplay pets. 

Dykes being hypnotised to be femboy cum guzzlers, chewing and gagging on the youghurt-thick loads they dump into their mouths after day-long sessions of gooning to the vilest hentai there is.

Dykes doing all of this without needing to be hypnotised because they're just such needy little sluts for femboy cock.