#... thank you for asking!!

[hasello]

Out of curiosity, are you going to add Mutant Mayhem turtles to your cousin au? It's totally fine if you don't!! I was just if any of the relationship amongst the turtles would change if they did.

Again you don't have to!! Have a wonderful rest of your day and stay hydrated!!!

To be honest? I keep thinking about it now that the show is out 🙈 I know more about them and feel a lot more confident in drawing/writing them, I think. That was my main argument for not adding them, since I just felt I can’t write them properly… BUT I love these kids a lot and would really like to do something with them. The cousins would probably meet them as teens, tho idk yet! We’ll see!!

You have a lovely day too and have a little treat, as I try to not die finishing this tottmnt piece 🥹

[fffrost]

Do u have tips on drawing faces? Mostly getting the likeness of a character? I struggle making my drawing looks like the character im trying to draw😞

It is a little sloppy but I hope this will do!

[millportisntreal]

jeaneil cuddling...?

oh baby this is one of my favorite pairings (romantic or platonic i will take either) so this one just flowed out <3

“Don’t be stupid, it’s freezing. Come here.” Neil held the side of his blanket open for Jean.  The Frenchman groaned before acquiescing. He folded his large frame onto the sofa and under the blanket. Neil always had a way of worming himself under Jean’s arm, face pressed against chest.  “Admit it. This is nice.” Neil mumbled through the soft fabric of Jean’s shirt, who pressed his hand to the back of Neil’s head in response. The TV droned on quietly in the background, reruns of Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives lighting up the dim living room. They didn’t move until morning.

[palossssssand]

Hey there! Are there any other beasts in slug city or is it just the orchid and electric ones?

there are other beasts !! Smooks has one, it's made of paint! Best seen in this image

Delta and Oster and Co. have them too, Delta's is a round-ish beast with many leg and eyes surrounding its entire body with waterfall-like tears. Oster and Co's is one with multiple heads, each representing one of the "main" alters. I would like to heavily rework these both design-wise and concept-wise. Here's old art of them!

[mayasaura]

hi, may I ask where John being gender non-conforming and his only known family dying of pneumonia happened/was mentioned in the books? I probably just straight up missed it and would like to look back at it, thank you!

Hi!! You certainly may! Sorry I'm answering this bit late, but better late than never right?

So narratively speaking, the John verses are where the story establishes John's background, yeah? They're very deliberate in the details, and we can deduce a lot from what they mention .... and what they don't.

The only family John ever mentions in an active capacity is his Nana, his mother's mother—his mother comes up once, but only in the context of objects she left behind. More on that in a minute.

What happened to his parents is unknown; they just don't show up in his 'saga of me, confused destroyer of worlds'. Whatever the story is there, their omission suggests they weren't present in his life, at least in any stable capacity. Nana and her little dog are his only known family.

Nana died of pneumonia when John was "a teenager", so between the ages of thirteen and nineteen. Odds are extremely good that happened while he was at Dilworth, which houses students aged eight to eighteen.

As for gender non-conforming, well. Not very gender conforming of him as a little boy to pick Hollywood Hair Barbie as his favorite toy, while letting the dog chew on Ken because, quote, "[Ken] was a creep." Very masculine of him to hold that in his heart as a cherished memory well into adulthood.

Most of the little boys like that I knew grew up to be women.

[commsroom]

silly question for you: what would Eiffel think of deep dish pizza?

my instinct is to say he enjoys eating it, but he will still argue it's not "real" pizza. i think he kinda just likes feuding over pointless things, though, in the same way he's eager to defend the honor of pineapple on pizza. he wouldn't say that, for example, a pizza with a hot dog stuffed crust isn't a "real pizza"...

^ not directly relevant, but evidence of his regional pizza bias.

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

hello hello! i LOVE the international incident series (and everything else you’ve written). any plans to write anything on how xaden finds out violet was in the riders quadrant/bonded to tairn? im so curious!

Hi bestie thank you!! So! Not really? It's alluded to in ii4 (the last one!!) which is going up later today, but I don't have any Xaden POV planned, to be so real with you. But, the gist of it is that I stole the idea from canon that the Tyrrish have some sort of spy at Basgiath during the second revolution (whoever sends Brennan that missive when the marked ones are all in Aretia), and I just sort of assumed that person would also work for ii Xaden. So the spy tells him about Vi being in the quadrant in general, and Sgaeyl tells him when Tairn bonds!

But the ii4 allusion is a little something like :

“You were in Navarre,” he counters. Even as he speaks, the urgency he reveals tells Violet that she isn’t the only one he’s convincing. “You were in Navarre, and you didn’t write.” A laugh leaves her chest, indigent. “I wasn’t allowed to write, Xaden! And I had no fucking idea–” “Who do you think gave you your saddle?” he demands. “Who? Your knives?”

Godspeed working on the elections the next few weeks!!

[bittsandpieces]

We all know sister is a no, what about brother? Dad? Mom?

I wrote out a convoluted meandering paragraph and then realized no one would be able to parse that so I deleted it, but to summarize–

brother: yes absolutely

sister: there's currently one person who is allowed to call me her sister and that's it. everyone else needs to pick another title

sibling: works for me but I'm not particularly horny about it

dad: no but that might change

daddy: yes, go for it I love being called daddy

mom/mommy: only with my permission

(and, because I might as well, some bonus titles)

sir: with permission

master/mistress: hard no

goddess: please stop. please. I know you mean it as a compliment and a gesture of submission but you're just misgendering me

[amberluvsbugs]

So your banner says you're also a musician, where can we listen to any music you've created?

My youtube is the main area I will be posting my music! It has some songs on there that I've done but they are a bit outdated. I do plan on doing more music projects and releasing unreleased projects in the near future, but I've been pretty preoccupied with some big animation projects at this time.

[sindar-princeling]

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

In 1904, during the Olympics in St. Louis, only under a half of the contestants finished the marathon due to 1) the fact that the organiser decided to use this opportunity to test the limits of the human body and only give the runners two stops for water to see it they could take it 2) the organisation was so bad some contestants were attacked by wild dogs and chased off course while running. It was BAD and many people nearly died from exhaustion, heat and dehydration.

Also the guy who won was later disqualified because he had spent a solid chunk of the race hitchhiking instead of running??

(For more fun facts, check out Aaron Mahnke's podcasts like Lore, That's Just Weird, and Aaron Mahnke's Cabinet of Curiosities, they're full of things that will make you go into strange rabbit holes on the Internet and I love listening to them)

[tricitymonsters]

if you ran and jumped at the LI's while they're holding something, would they drop it to catch you or let you fall? >:]

Mori - Would probably spill what he was holding on you but WOULD catch you.

Amir - do nOT!!! (this turns into a very loud looney tunes chase scene until you make Amir spill his tea and then he shows you he can sprint in those huge heels)

Akello - WILL drop his stuff to catch you but will grumble about it.

Raath -Will spill what he was holding on you And drop you

Kazu - Will drop what he was holding, catch you, then suplex you into the couch

Marcel - Somehow the only one that manages to catch you and hold his drink

[fffrost]

takeda with "knives" or "hunter eyes" palette ? :]

I really struggled with this one but i'm very pleased with the end result!!

[storiesofaot]

Hello. Would you, please, write smth about Hange and Levi's eventual reunion in the afterlife?

Hi Anon! Of course; I’ve wanted to write Levihan reuniting in afterlife for quite some time now, so thank you for giving me the opportunity!! 🤭 Here it is!

Title: Our Eternity; Rating: T; Word Count: 1137

With one final breath, Levi's eyes fluttered shut, leaving this world behind. For a moment, there was nothing - only darkness and an unbearable quietness enveloping him. 

But then, something changed, and the weight suddenly disappeared. A warmth that blossomed within him took over, spreading from his heart over his entire body. His eyes remained shut, but he knew that he was in another place - a world untouched by the scars of his past, where only peace reigned. 

He took a deep breath, feeling life rush back into him - though not in the same way as before. It felt different, lighter somehow, as if being alive carried a new meaning in this place. Underneath his body, he could feel the crisp grass touching his arms and neck, while a warm breeze brushed his face and tickled his bare feet.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by dazzlingly bright light, which was overwhelming at first. But he continued to breathe in the sweet air, listening to the rustling of the leaves around him and gradually, the light softened into a warm, golden hue, revealing the canopy of a tree.

Levi allowed himself to linger in that peace for a moment longer, savouring the tranquillity. Suddenly, a rustling reached his ears, which definitely didn't come from the leaves. Propping himself on his elbows, he sat up slightly - and instantly froze in place, his breath catching in his throat.  

He blinked a few times, certain that his eyes were playing tricks on him. But the sight in front of him remained - a familiar face he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime. 

Hange was sitting a little distance away from him, crossed-legged in the grass, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with a dandelion. A soft light surrounded her, casting a gentle glow on the serene moment before his eyes. She seemed to sense his gaze and looked up, and when their eyes finally met, time seemed to stand still.

A soft smile appeared on her lips, and she dropped the dandelion. “Look who’s finally here. I've been waiting for you.” She unfolded her legs and knelt down next to him, her knees almost brushing his elbow. 

“Hange?” he gasped, her name a sweet sound to his ears. He quickly shifted into a sitting position, afraid to break eye contact for fear she might disappear.

She chuckled and cocked her head. “Yeah, it’s me. Time works differently here, that's why I don't look all wrinkled and worn out.” 

Levi allowed himself a moment to take in her face. She looked young and full of life. Her skin was smooth and unscarred, her hair open and falling over her shoulders in gentle waves, and she was looking at him with a pair of chestnut brown eyes. He raised his hand to his right cheek and ran his fingertips over it - there were no scars.

“You're right; injuries and imperfections don’t exist up here. No pain, no illness. That’s why I’m not wearing any glasses,” she explained with a grin. She slowly lifted her hand to his face, pausing over his right eye before finally running her fingers over the spot where she had once stitched him up. It was only with the feeling of her skin against his that he truly understood she was actually there, and that after so many years apart, they were finally reunited.

In that moment, it didn't matter to him that his feelings were probably written all over his face. He might make a fool of himself, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that she was there, that he was there, and that they were given a second chance. Together. “I missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. 

“I missed you too.” Her hand gently caressed his face - a simple touch, but it was enough to set his heart on fire. A single tear rolled down his cheek, then another, and she wiped them away with the back of her fingers. 

He gave in to the overwhelming urge and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. Her hands moved reassuringly over his back, and then, finally, she pulled him into a warm embrace. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as he returned the gesture, drawing her as close as possible.

There was one thing, though, that he still needed to do. He had already spent half his life regretting not having dared to take the first step. But now he was given a second chance, and he was determined to make it right. Carefully, he pulled back just enough to look her straight in the eyes, their foreheads still pressed together. Shaky fingers reached for her cheek, and he gently brushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear. 

Hange seemed to sense what he had in mind, and her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull back. Her eyes flickered from his lips up to his eyes again, and anticipation coiled in his stomach.

Levi wanted to say something, to tell her how he felt, but the words caught in his throat. He had never been good with words, and it seemed that even in a place like this he couldn’t find the right ones to express everything he wanted to say. “Hange, I..."

“I know. Me too,” she whispered softly, not even letting him struggle to find the right words. He let out a huff of air, and the corners of his lips turned up just a little. 

His heart was pounding very fast when he finally reached for her head, burying his fingers deep in her hair, but there was no turning back now. He leaned in, closing the small gap between them, and gently pressed his lips to hers. 

The warmth that rushed through his body at that touch was overwhelming, but it also felt incredibly good. Everything about the kiss felt right - how her soft lips moved against his as she returned the kiss, how her hands rested on his chest, one directly over his pounding heart, and how her fingers were buried in his hair as she deepened the kiss, gently scratching the back of his neck. Kissing her was both exhilarating and thrilling, and in that moment, he had never felt so profoundly loved.

What he had intended to be just one kiss turned into several, and when they finally pulled away, both were breathing heavily, their cheeks flushed but smiles wide. 

“I should’ve done this sooner,” he murmured, gently tracing her jawline with his thumb.

“Oh, definitely,” Hange chuckled, playfully nudging his nose with hers. “But I don’t care. Now we have an eternity to make up for everything.” With those words, she leaned in again and drew him into another kiss.

[millportisntreal]

ooh something from the jerejean standup comedian fic pretty pls? <3

Absolutely you can. This one is so fun to come up with because my research is watching TikToks of comedians doing crowd work hahaha also tagging @codename-adler bc you’ve expressed interest in this piece before!

“Who knows, Jeremy, maybe there’ll be a hot guy in the audience you can banter with this weekend. It’d be a helluva ‘meet cute’ story someday.”

It took a conscious effort for his eyes not to roll. Hundreds of times he and Laila had this same conversation, and the end result was always the same. When Jeremy was on stage, he was at work. It wasn’t the time for flirting with any more substance than to get a reaction out of the audience. Sure, there’d always be a few cute guys at the bars or clubs he performed at, but it just wasn’t the right time.

“Sure, Laila. Maybe the love of my life will be in the front row. Tall, dark, mysterious. And I’ll grow four inches and develop perfect pitch and I’ll –- hey ow!” A piece of broccoli hit him square in the forehead, leaving a sticky mark just below his bangs. Jeremy looked up from his plate and saw Laila still standing by the stove, wiping her hand on a dish towel.

[tw1nkee28]

Heeey quick question: does use Filipino honorifics like kuya/manong, etc?

Yes yes!! (Assuming this was about Dawn)

(while I may not know a lot of Filipino honorifics, my older brother figure taught me kuya specifically. So I know for certain he uses that one. And my other friend from the Philippines taught me Po, and if I'm remembering correctly that one's sir? Correct me if I'm wrong please. But if I ended up right, I think he'd use that one too)

He doesn't use them often since he generally tries to distance himself from his past, which includes his country, but sometimes it slips out as a force of habit.

[9haharharley1]

Since it doesn't exist on the list, I wanna see your aftercare headcanon for Vlad and Danny. I feel like Vlad would be AMAZING at aftercare

Vlad excels at aftercare. The man wants nothing more than to take care of someone, and who better to pamper than his little badger? And after a scene, he's always quick to lavish the praise, simply showering Danny with "Good boy," and "so wonderful, absolutely beautiful for me," and "You did so good for me, Daniel, just perfect." He'll run a bath with scented bath bombs and bubbles, light a few candles, and depending on how rough he was there may even be a cheese platter waiting for them to share, pick Danny up and cradle him close in his arms, press gentle kisses to his lips and face and settle them both in the bath for a long soak and cuddle.

He'll wash Danny's hair and body, still praising and kissing his neck and shoulders, and Danny will tremble and shake in his arms despite the heat of the water. Danny will turn around, straddling Vlad's legs, kiss him sweetly, and then offer to wash Vlad's hair. Vlad let's him, of course. Danny washes his hair, taking his sweet time as Vlad's head falls back, exposing his neck, moaning softly, and Danny will lean in and kiss his neck, maybe even leaving a playful bite. Then, after Vlad's hair is rinsed and conditioned, Danny will soap up his chest, feeling him up all over as he does, and they're both well aware of the tension between them.

Sometimes Danny will ride him there in the bath, slow and gentle, as Vlad cradles him close and whispers sweet nothings in his ear, letting Danny control the pace, both of them falling apart in the other's arms. Sometimes, they just finish washing, kissing and touching, and just simply being together. They get out, dry off, and Danny leads Vlad back to the bed where they snuggle close, still touching gently, still kissing sweetly, falling asleep in each other's arms.