#...who's askin'?

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

my fav thing to do is chip away at random parts of characters humanity and seeing what happens

[kurj]

i posted this once unedited in a chat and it went into the world, so here's a cleaned up version with my signature lol

[ashipiko]

did I hear a DOUBLE DATE ???????

😭😭 art block has been kinda sucky not really lately so in attempts to fix it after LOOOOTS of talking and rambling w my good friend @nohrianhime I decided HEY. WHY NOT DRAW THE DOUBLE DATE WE’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT??? <3 and look at how much fun they’re having fr

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Thinking about Soda’s breakdown again. Thinking about how scared he sounds. Thinking about how he’s begging his family to not fall apart and crumble any further. Thinking about how long he must’ve been bottling it up just to keep them together. Thinking about how much he needed it. Just, thinking about Soda’s breakdown.

[jei-rifni]

polnareff trying to ask avdol how ramadan works and he's confused by the whole "fasting during daylight hours" thing and he's like "ok but what if you were at the north pole where it's daytime for 24 hours" or "what if you were on a space station with no proper night and day" and other theoretical questions that complicate the definition of "during daytime"

“While yes we fast when the sun is up only, it does vary, if its daytime 24 hours then you will follow the time on the clock that you have set, or follow the closest country/timezone that DOES have a sunrise and sunset, these things aren’t too strict as long as you still follow the rules of fasting in general, if it has to be bent in this way it’s not a bad thing and it’s fine! If you are in space, follow the time of which you had left earth from, the time of launch, etc. Fasting isn’t as strict as you think, it’s more symbolic than anything, so you don’t have to follow the rules of ‘sunset or sunrise’ like its gonna bite you! Just follow the clock with what feels right but make sure it still follows the same set of rules you understand what i mean? I hope this clears it up!”

[conceptofjoy]

double trans hal. maybe even triple.

[chernabogs]

Reading how much Malleus blew up the gardens really has me feeling for the groundskeeping staff of Black Scale Palace 😭😭

[plasplasplas]

Some good ones from the past few months. Gonna stop sitting on them and finally post 'em now ;PP

[uhohdad]

RAAAHH WHEN IS AFTERMATH COMING OUUT

((take your time!! i’m just hella excited /gen))

ugh i know 😓 i hate making y’all wait. you know dad lives to serve, for the people by the people 🫡

THE AFTERMATH wasn’t originally planned so unfortunately it might take me a bit to work through 😭 don’t worry dad is grinding for y’all. as soon as i have an estimation i will let you know and then ultimately miss the deadline bc i’ll get carried away lmao. dads got his flaws too 😔

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

I’ve been meaning to write this commentary on the first exchanges between Askin and Yoruichi for years and since it was recently animated, I think it's a good time. I mean write it in a better organized post with panels, the original text is somewhere on the Quincy server, and it was prompted by a gross misinterpretation I came across on another platform. I will delve into it again though as an analysis on Askin’s character. It serves as a glimpse on what displeases him and how he reacts when pissed off. I think the whole scene was a well written exchange of verbal attacks, building a sort of erudite violence and tension. Perfect for someone that is displeased by physical violence like him.

The scene starts right after Askin explains his killing method to a reishi poisoned Chad and how he must wait for his stomach to settle after drinking too much coffee so he can use his power to manipulate a lethal dose of chosen element and kill them all. The translations and formulations vary between manga and anime but convey essentially the same thing. Yoruichi pops up in a rather amused/playful mood suggesting it’d be easier for him to strangle his immobilized victims instead of waiting to use his lethal dose power. It might sound practical to her but Askin declares himself quite angry and as offended as he was the first time Bambi suggested something similar, and accuses Yoruichi of lacking ‘delicacy’. It’s not that Askin isn’t capable of physical violence, he demonstrated quite a few times that he is athletic and trained in close combat but he CHOOSES not to resort to physical violence. Since Yoruichi’s comment deemed herself more open to such actions, he makes an exception to highlight this very choice and makes a swift turn to kick her - sort of like “if you like physical violence so much then how about I give you a kick”. Yoruichi dodges easily as the exchange isn’t over and they are both as adept to physical as much as more erudite kinds of attacks.

Despite different formulations, basically Yoruichi inquired into what exactly he meant by lacking delicacy and what really offended him, and he confirms his offense was for disrespecting his choice, his style for killing enemies. It is not new that the Quincy care a lot about style, aesthetics, identity, and for Askin, this holds particular importance. His reason is because he holds to elegance, and his power of lethal dose manipulation has cachet, as opposed to strangling people to death which is ‘more suited to women the likes of her and Bambi’ - this was meant as an insult, returning the earlier insult to Yoruichi more exactly. “the likes of you” holds such disdain.

And here is the good part, Yoruichi rejects the insult. Or more exactly takes it and makes it a compliment. Her self-confidence is so unshakable that takes the insult of “the likes of you” but cuts his perception of her and adds her own, and she thinks herself very beautiful so the “likes of me are beautiful”. Of course she doesn’t know if Bambi is as beautiful - so she adds that to the reply.

The match isn’t won though as Askin rejects her twisting of words as well by trying to nullify it altogether saying it doesn’t matter that she and Bambi are beautiful because the real value is in having style. And we all know by now that he thinks higher of elegant, ranged styles like his and very low of more physical and violent styles like hers. It doesn’t even matter what her powers are at this point, she hasn't even used them yet, just conveying her view on strangling people and disrespecting his style by finding it odd/impractical was enough for him.

He was never complimenting her, it was just a ping-pong of intelligently formulated verbal attacks. He was pissed the whole time, and if there would have been any chance for respect, he lost all respect for her the second she opened her mouth. 

It doesn’t stop here as he continues to mock her even later, after she attacks him with Raijin Senkei. He comes out casually, sighing and feigning worry that he’ll get scolded by his Majesty. She plays along by casually threatening to kill him, to which he rolls his eyes and mispronounces the name of her attack - like ‘kill me with what? that attack I have no respect for that you used earlier? which I just survived quite easily??’ - The anime version of ‘raising whatchamacallit’ was hilarious imo. Anyway, the insults are getting so bare that even someone like Yushiro, who takes words too literally, understands them. After Yushiro’s attacks, Askin also starts to get more serious. The whole set of fights have this nice crescendo that I appreciate a lot but those require separate commentaries. I think I made my point here.

Lastly, I would like to point out to the beginning gif and panel, which puts them in opposition from the very start - one up standing on the ground and the other up-side down, hanging above the ground.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

First of all, adore your art, so wonderfully pointy.

Second, I've been watching a lot of gx lately, and I was wondering if Chumley is in your au? I feel like he's kinda overlooked by the fandom, and if you do add him I'd love to see your interpretation! <3

CHUMLEYYYY MY FRIEND CHUMLEY 🥺 i adore Chumley and youre so right, he is underrated to the MAX. IT MAKES ME SO SAD!! HE'S A GOOD CHARACTER!!!

anyway he IS in my college AU :3 he had to take a couple extra semesters, leaving him to struggle a little with making and keeping friends, but he was Jaden's dorm roommate in Jay's freshman year and they became fast pals (especially once they pulled Syrus into the fold too, he basically became the third honorary roommate.) Much like in canon Chumley landed a sweet illustration gig at Industrial Illusions (still exists in the 'regular world' AU, theyre just a regular game company lol) with his art chops, and after he graduated at the end of Jaden and Syrus's freshman year he moved to San Francisco to go work with THE Maximillion Pegasus. He still comes back to Not-Lawrence to visit though, and after Jaden graduates and goes on a cross-country solo wandering trip he crashes on Chumley's couch for a couple weeks. They are friends!!!!

Des Koala is still his spirit parner too, it's always hanging out close by ❤🐨

(also thank you i love making pointy and sharp art!!! <3)

[dont-freeze-together]

[vampryn]

what compels people to ask why somebody looks how they do?? i dont necessarily have an answer, but people ask me randomly when im out in the world.. existing isnt a statement to society or something, im literally just wearing my clothes..

[ur-ghostgirl]

why can i never get over anything ever

[illusionaryartist]

ITS MIKUO YALL!!✨✨

Mb y’all…I’ve been basically dead for a couple months..not sure if anyone actually checks this account tho, but that’s fine 😘

[fives-girlfriend]

Boundaries

You and Gregor have a much-needed discussion about proper pleasure.

Characters: Captain Gregor, GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT. MINORS, STAY AWAY. Smut all the way down. TW for miscommunication and people-pleasing on Reader's end. Usage of the "stoplight" safeword system (green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop).

Word count: 830

Each of his thrusts was met with a whimper ripped from your throat, each tug and yank of your hair pulled tears from your eyes. Muscles pushed just past what was comfortable trying to lean back or hold your leg up or do this-that-or-the-other, each whimpering gasp catching in your throat as you struggled to keep pace. It was only when his fingers just started to close around your neck that your eyes shot open and your hand snatched his wrist, gripping tight to hold him back and wordlessly shaking your head.

You were bruised, exhausted, sore and whimpering. Thin trails of tears streamed down the sides of your face as you laid beneath him, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your gaze met Gregor's, and he had stilled in the shock of your sudden denial of his touch. He took in the scene before him, of you, beneath him and trembling like that, the panic in your gaze that was slowly ebbing away as he drew his hand away from your neck…

"...color?" Gregor asked between panting breaths, and at first, you didn't answer. Worse, actually, was the fact that your expression had shifted into something nearly indiscernible, far from the pleasure he had been hoping to bring you. When he was met with silence, his hand met your cheek, cupping your face with a delicate reverence one would never have expected in conjunction with the roughness those same hands were exhibiting mere moments ago. His thumb brushed your cheek, swiping away tears, and his brows knit into something far more concerned. "...cyare, what color are you at…?"

The look on your face became clear, and it made his heart plummet.

Guilt. You looked guilty.

"...r… r-red…" you mumbled almost imperceptibly, unable to meet his gaze. The instant that tiny word met his ears, he was out of you. He was sitting you up now, arms careful around you, hands smoothing over fingerprint bruises; he drew you in close to his chest and let you rest your head there, fingers stroking your hair in an obviously apologetic gesture for how hard he had been yanking those silken strands. Your breath hitched as he held you, your body trembling - and you clung to him like a lifeline as you tucked your face against his neck.

"Oh, cyar'ika… why didn't you tell me it was too much…?" Gregor mumbled, his voice breaking in the quiet as he held you. You hadn't called it, so all those signs of pain, he had mistaken as pleasure… and the thought that he had been hurting you all this time broke his heart.

"...y-you were… you were enjoying yourself…" you muttered, curling up further in his arms. "I-I didn't wanna stop you… n-not just on my account…"

"...cyar'ika, it isn't fun anymore if we aren't both enjoying ourselves…" he whispered in response, his arms encircling you protectively. "I'm flattered that you wanted to keep it up for my sake… but… I want you to feel good, too. If all I do is use you like a toy, and that isn't what you want, well… that doesn't make me much of a lover, does it…?"

Gregor gently cupped your cheek so you could look up at him, see the small, sad smile on his face. "You don't have to feel guilty over needing to stop, okay…? We have the color system for a reason. I know I can be… intense," he said with a grimace, "but if what you need is gentle? Then I'll be as gentle as any man could possibly be. Okay…?"

"...o-okay…" you muttered in response, reaching up to wipe away your stray tears - but he beat you to it, kissing them away as he peppered your cheeks with kisses, not stopping until he had you laughing in his grasp. His own involuntary giggles mingled with yours, and he held you close as you both laid back in bed.

"Do you want to keep going, cyar'ika?" he asked, stroking your back - and his expression shifted as he watched that look of guilt steal over you yet again. That look said all he needed to know, but he wanted to hear you say it. You needed to vocalize what you wanted from him, he decided. "...use your words, love. Come on…"

"...c-can we, um… stop, for- for now…?" you eventually mumbled out, to which Gregor immediately nodded. In that moment, he had pulled you close and further down into bed with him. He cradled your body close to his own, and his hands smoothed over every bruise, every aching muscle he had left behind. He wanted to make it up to you somehow. But for now, he would do his best to comfort and soothe, holding his darling close.

"...we'll stop for as long as you want, ner cyare," Gregor whispered into your hair, never once letting you go as you both settled into the warm, velvet confines of your bed.