#((thanks for the ask!

[petricorah]

Sorry your day hasn't been great, mine hasn't been either 🫂 Can I request disabled zukka fluff where Sokka has forearm crutches?

ah, i hope your day gets better! 🫂 [id in alt]

[stealingpotatoes]

I wonder if Darth Vader can sleep?

it would be hilarious if he just randomly drifts off like a teenager in class.

imagine working at the Death Star and asking the esteemed Lord Vader a question and he’s just doing his heavy breathing thing for like half an hour so the worker just runs off bc it’s clearly a dumb question.

meanwhile, vaders having dreams about … rabbits with lightsabers that speak with Padmés voice.

that would actually be more of a nightmare …

LOL thing is tho nobody would call him out and he KNOWS this. he can sleep through every meeting and if someone questions why he stood there saying nothing for 4 hours he'll just choke them out to a speech about insolence etc

[novaluxvi]

Eight steals Captain's hat and top

—Rando Anon

GOOD.

[gilverrwrites]

yknow, something about dick grayson—golden boy, beloved, etc—falling for the forgotten sionis!reader feels entirely poetic for both of them that I love it so much

Dick Grayson/Sionis!Reader [Post in reference] gah yeah I love them, I'm so glad ya'll are seeing my vision! 💙 Like you said, theirs just something so ✨ about them

Here's a 1000 of fluff/Dick being a simp just cause I was thinking about them today. Like, they're getting ready for their first public event since they told their families; you're so nervous about seeing your father again since he’d snapped at you, telling you (to paraphrase from Roman’s much more colourful language:) no daughter of his would date a Wayne and he didn’t want to see you again until you'd come to you senses, which Dick thought was awfully rich from a man who barely made an effort to see his daughter anyway.

That night Dick is in a bad mood. He hasn’t really enjoyed these functions in years, of late he’d only ever made the effort to go when Bruce had asked him to; the silver lining always being that he might catch a glimpse of you. But you’d insisted on going tonight in order to keep up appearances. It drives him mad that even after everything they put you through, even after they’ve practically cut you out, you’re still trying so hard to please them. Him. Roman. He never deserved you for a daughter, none of them deserved you. But it’s not his call to make, he said he’d support you, whatever your decision and he wholeheartedly intends to keep that promise.

He's adjusting his bowtie in the warped reflection of the toaster for the fourth time when you emerge from the bedroom in a dress he hasn’t seen before, and trust that he remembers every dress he’s ever seen you in. It stops him mid-fold, compelling him to twist on the spot to soak you in. It’s mesh, with a tasteful amount of sparkle, a whole lot of delicate embroidery and it’s a very familiar shade of deep blue to boot.

“Is that new?” He asks, unable to stop his mouth from falling open.

“Um, kinda. New to me. Clarissa from wardrobe let me borrow it.” You explain as you give him a perfectly posed twirl, offering him a better look. The tulle skirt rises as you do so, like you’re his very own fairy princess. “Do you like it?”

“Clarissa from wardrobe.” He muses dreamily as he strides closer, stretching his arms out toward you. You reach back for him, but he dodges your embrace, locking his hands on your waist and hoisting you into the air for another spin. “Remind me to repay her with our firstborn.”

Despite his good humour and admiration. Dick is now actually in a worse mood. You’ve been so stressed the last few days. He both hates and understands how you allow your family to have that kind of power over you. He hates that he has to share you with a room full of pompous old men, and a family that can’t see past their own noses, and now has to do it while you look like that. While all he really wants to do is take you to a real dance hall, or a magic forest full of talking woodland creatures, or hell, back into the bedroom.

“So, that’s a yes?” Your voice is high and giggly as he drops you back onto the floor. Holding tight still, he brings you close to his chest, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck and planting kisses along your collar. This is the most relaxed he’s seen you all day and he wants to make the most of it. Instinctively, your soft hands travel up his back, resting on his shoulders, and he can’t help but rock your bodies side to side as he continues to speckle his affections along your chest.

“Like it, I love it!” He murmurs into your warm skin. You haven’t put on your perfume yet, he can tell. He likes the aroma of your chosen fragrance, but even more, he loves your natural scent, and he relishes it as he works his way up your neck until you’re face to face once more. It’s you who kisses him, decisively planting your soft, painted lips on his and causing him to stop his sway in its tracks. When you pull back and look at him with your brilliant eyes, through those soft lashes, he can’t help but blurt his mind. “Are you sure you want to go to this thing?”

“Oh.” You hesitate, and it’s answer enough but he lets you finish anyway. “Yes… I’m not giving up on my family, or you.”

Your determination is endearing, commendable, and hopefully not as futile as he believes. Accepting Black Mask as his future father-in-law may not be easy, but if you mend that bridge, he’ll make it work. Whatever way he has to. He thinks this as he watches you retract from his arms, he doesn’t let you go however, holding onto your hand and following you back into the bedroom.

You settle at your vanity, clearing up your makeup and Dick crouches behind you. The side of his head rests against yours as he watches your face in the mirror. You try to swat him away, presumably to make whatever finishing touches you need to your make-up, but he refuses to go, grinning ear to ear as he dodges your beauty blender.

Eventually, you give up, starting on the other side instead. He sticks his tongue out in triumph, and you roll your eyes at him despite your begrudging smile.

You turn away from him to search your drawers for something and he notices the top button of your dress has come undone. His touch is gentle as he strokes the back of his knuckle from your nape, down to the hem of the dress, and he grins to himself when his finger evokes a serene sigh from you.

“Welp…” He starts, but you're barely with him, losing yourself to his caress. Your pretty lips jut out in a pout when he halts in order to refasten your button. “Welp, if you change your mind, and wanna go for ice cream on the pier, or, well, do anything else instead; the code is ‘fuck this, let's get out of here’.”  

Your pout does not subside, even as he resumes massaging the stress from your muscles. Not until he leans in to kiss your shoulder blade and promises; “Whatever you decide, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

[do-you-ship-this-book-couple]

Do you ship...

[god-syndicate-if]

Twirling my tongue piercing between my teeth and winking to get attention from the ros.

Riley: Internally: theyrejustjokingtheyrejustjokingtheyrejustjoking dontlookintoitdontlookintoitdontlookintoit Extrenally: "Oh wow! I didn't know you had a tongue piercing! Did it hurt? Where'd you get it from? Do you think they do walk-ins?"

Franco: "No need to tease me, you already have my attention." He then leans in and whispers indecent things that I can't say here.

Sigourney: "I had one in college! I loved the way it felt."

Dame: Eyes flit between your eyes and the piercing, they make too many faces and refuse to talk, if someone interrupts them staring then Dame will yell at them.

Rebel: is now twirling the piercing between their teeth.

Harper: Looking at you, extremely angry. "Stop. I know what you're doing-" Their face just gets redder and redder "-Its... not going to work." they have to leave to get some air.

[maxwellscorner]

Does your Jimmy wears corset 👁👁 (or tried corset)

He just knows he looks great when wearing these, a pitty for him he can't work with them (doesn't stop him from wearing them in NWR's or any other parties)

[demiesop]

Sorn, watch out for the fishbones! You eating whole fishes like a lollipop worried me!

probably already happened

(thank you for the ask!!!)

didn't learn anything though

[forrpercyy]

Do you ever draw on paper or only digitally? Also any tips on drawing digitally? I'm good with a pen and a paper but I can't fucking figure out how to use procreate or other apps😭

hi! So I sometimes draw traditionally but it’s always doodles and if I don’t have my ipad on me so I don’t really consider myself a traditional artist in any way shape or form lol

and honestly my best advice I can give you with drawing digitally is just test out the app the best you can

there is always tips and tricks hidden within the program and i’m literally always finding new stuff, sometimes I don’t even know how to work with procreate lmao

also get good brushes!! trust me good brushes and finding brushes you like WILL help you draw better. There’s some brushes that make my art looks absolutely ridiculous and others that are so perfect for my style

you just gotta figure out what’s right for you!

hope this helped a little bit and thanks for the ask!

[sgt-tombstone]

09 Gaz and 22 Gaz meeting and being very surprised by how different their character designs are.

Honestly I love the idea of both Gaz's meeting, especially bc (as far as we know), they're like... not the same character. They have the same call sign, but from what I can tell reading 09 Gaz's wiki page, that's the only name of his we know

On one hand, I adore the thought of 22 Gaz meeting 09 Gaz and immediately going "what's with the beard? why is your accent so strong?? where the fuck did my melanin go???" (while Soap and Ghost cackle in the background)

On the other hand, I once saw someone ask if 09 Gaz could be 22 Gaz's dad, which... is so compelling? Like, what if Price worked with the original Gaz until his death and then took Kyle under his wing years later. He never clocked the resemblance and only made the connection when he found out that Kyle went by Gaz too, just like his old man. It would explain why they naturally gravitated towards each other, especially if Kyle was raised on stories of Captain Price, and I know Price wouldn't hesitate to essentially adopt the children of any of his fallen comrades, especially one he was so close with. Idk it just makes me think some thinky thoughts...

[stellar-collective]

What do you think your Phoenix and Reginald would look like as Zoraxis agents? :3

ooh now this is a fun prompt!! here they are :3

i’d imagine that in this timeline, Reginald grew disillusioned with the Agency’s treatment of their field agents and became a Zoraxis turncoat operative that went by the codename “Rubble.” Zor quickly realized that he was much more valuable as a handler due to his intimate knowledge of Agency operations. he was assigned to a young, nameless operative that no one else would work with due to their extreme disregard for the rules and unusually destructive nature, and after a few missions realized how much of an asset they had the potential to be. he was the one who gave them the nickname Operative Matchstick after he was questioned for sending them into a highly secure building alone, saying that a fuse only requires a single, well-applied match. they succeeded on their mission and blew up the building once they were done, cueing the higher-ups in on what Reginald had realized long ago.

since everyone else refused to work with them, Reginald himself was often recon and backup for Matchstick. reports started coming in of a strange man in a dark trench coat appearing places before vanishing without a trace. within a day or two, everywhere he went, destruction was certain to follow. if he was seen in a building, you could be certain that that very night, it would be burned to the ground. thus, the Agency started calling him The Raven; the black-clad omen of death.

soooooo yeah! the Agency would really have their hands full with these two. let’s be glad that in canon, Agent Phoenix has morals

[petricorah]

suki for the drawing request <3

here you go! [id in alt]

[stealingpotatoes]

C. Kestis, L. Skywalker, and A. Tano are all actively members of prominent terrorist cells and very wanted by the ISB. Skywalker is also responsible for the deaths of millions of innocent troopers and civilians on the Death Star, among others.

DEDRA MEERO GET OUT OF MY INBOX

[austajunk]

Nagito in a maid dress nagito in a maid dress nagito in a maid dress nagito in a maid dress- (Yes, I'm a simp, very much aware)

Nah, friend, I get it. I do.

[livfordoodles]

Are any of the characters really into music in your SBRU au? I could see Johnny playing guitar and Gyro owning a lot of vintage vinyl records n such :D

Absolutely!!

Johnny was taught guitar when he was a child! His mother wished for her sons to have a wide range of skills, so she paid for lessons in their instrument of choice. While Nicholas played piano, Johnny chose guitar. Although he stopped attending lessons in his teenage years, he picked the guitar back up after the accident. It’s calming, and reminds him of his late brother.

Lucy loves theater, specifically musical theater! She is a soprano, and participates in the college’s choir and theater program. Not sure what her dream role would be, but I’m sure she’d have plenty!

Soundman plays many instruments, including bass guitar, piano, clarinet, sax, and drums. He considered being a music major, but ultimately decided on studying physics. That doesn’t stop him from playing in his free time! (Someone get this guy in a band)

Gyro would LOVE vintage vinyls. He digs through vinyl bins at antique stores, looking for his favorites. The man has great 70’s and 80’s music taste.

[nombitenary]

If Chris was traveling with a group, do you think they'd eventually get suspicious of him for all the gradual disappearances? ;p

Chris is the sort who, if with a group, would probably end up convincing them to let him just carry them in his mouth. Unfortunately for everyone involved, he's very persuasive when he's hungry (even if he doesn't always realize it).