#Ask mack a question

[aboyandhisstarship]

rule tag ten people you want to know better: i was tagged by both @star-going-supernova and @halogenrobotics

Relationship Status: it, like most things is complicated

Favorite Color: Orange

Something I want right now: a chocolate milkshake

Song stuck in my head: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtnEYpbhW1o this

Three Favourite Foods: Pizza, Polish Coil Sausage, and Bagels

Last Song I listened to: I have a few tabs open to YouTube right now, so there are a few answers to this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB8mDkJzXx0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6t0g-r7HZk  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzseE_0Zo3w&list=RDRzseE_0Zo3w&start_radio=1

Last Thing I Googled: I honestly don't know? the Weather I think?

Dream Trip: The Arctic, or Calgary which is connected to the first question.

Bonus Question:

If you had the opportunity to [safely] become a cyborg via body upgrades, would you take it?: a loaded question, I guess it depends on what the “upgrades” are and there applications there in, but for the sake of an answer...sure?

[alish-artie]

Would the Smithy Gang have a Titanic crying party (AKA watching Titanic)?

Not a crying party : some of them would be confused, others would cry indeed, but mostly the emotional scenes are ruined by Speardovich's jabs at others.

That’s just how movie nights go for them-

[the-best-ads-worker]

Guys who found this and sent it to me?? This is like from a while ago. Back when Mack didn’t past the vibe check.

(I’ve been laughing at this for 15 mins I can’t breathe)

[movietonight]

I'm now an official mash scholar because I got to stand next to my poster for half an hour explaining fanfiction translation to actual academics and then having them ask oh what TV show was it and me being like uhhhh mash

[bestbehaviorofficial]

mack -> failure

marissa -> desire

michael -> alone

failure (mack): What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

he doesn’t have one. he just fails all the time. he has what he thinks of as personal failings, which are simply facts about himself that can’t really be changed. everywhere he looks he sees something that needs to be fixed. every time he tries to fix it, he ends up in a worse place. he messes up his mental health, his relationships, et cetera. mack’s not exactly what we might call Good At Things. it keeps him up at night. he doesn't really sleep a whole lot

desire (marissa): What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

this is going to sound extraordinarily corny and basic but she literally just wants a close friendship. that is all she has ever wanted. she’s not exactly open about it but people can tell that she’s kind of lonely. she was so excited to work with mack and michael because she thought they might actually genuinely love her. and even when the rules of the Fellowship started to get weird, and she had to work 24 hours a day, and life became intricate and impossible, she still stuck around so they would still want her. because, in all honesty, she would do pretty much anything.

alone (michael): How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

he’s not alone that often tbh. as the only extrovert in the trio, he always tries to surround himself with social situations. he’s been lucky enough to always have someone to rely on in life— i don’t think he’s ever been just completely alone before. when he becomes a public figure in the Fellowship, he just gets more respect from others. however, when no one is around to see him, he’s not quite the same, by which i mean he’s not as pro-mack’s-leadership. because he doesn’t agree with it all the time. he thinks some of what mack is enforcing is bullshit, but he also just can’t bring himself to shut it down.

[jinxed-ninjago]

brent miller interviewing deven mack means i can ask deven the one question that has been on my mind since i first watched season 13: can korgran's axe actually speak, or is it just in korgran's head?

[sartorially]

totes luv your art in genz, but that self portrait got me thinking immorally. We ever gon see or learn about the man behind the page?? Single?

Not! I have one forever and ESPer psyfriend who supports all my ventures. They're fantastic; can be found over at @the-weirder.

[onekisstotakewithme]

💖, 🤩, and 🤲!!

💖 What made you start writing?

Not to sound too earnest or whatever, but I've wanted to be a writer since i was probably eight years old (my parents were both journalists, I loved telling stories, etc. etc.). In terms of fanfiction, I had things I wanted to see happen to characters I loved, and since it didn't happen in the show I was watching, I'd have to do it myself!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

It's a lot of fun fleshing out Peg Hunnicutt, I'm ngl. But writing Hawkeye can be so special because he's clever and writing him makes me clever too, dammit. Or at least, makes me feel more clever. I also just love writing CJ Cregg, for literally no particular reason except I adore her.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Sure! This is from the 'subverted noir' AU I started writing for M*A*S*H the other weekend:

Peg fiddles with Dr. Pierce’s stethoscope, which hangs off his desk, letting it trail through her fingers like a string of pearls, pitching her voice low as she looks up at him through her eyelashes, “I understand you’re quite the crackerjack surgeon, Dr. Pierce.” He blinks, noticing the shift in her voice, but all he says is, “You don’t look sick.” “I’m not looking for a surgeon for me. It’s for my husband.” “He has something wrong with his heart?” Dr. Pierce asks, and she smiles, because he’s like a bloodhound catching a scent, his eyes lighting up. Of course, he tries to hide it – no doctor wants to show it when they’re interested in a case – but he looks like he’s been presented with an interesting puzzle. She keeps her wording ambiguous, her heart starting to pound again. “You could say that.” “Well, fixing broken hearts is my specialty. It ought to be since I’ve broken so many myself.” He grins at his own joke. “Your conquests aside-.” “Look, Mrs. Hayden, trust me when I say that there’s nothing I’d rather do than take on a tricky case. But without a case history, with a consultation, without a patient, I just don’t know what you want me to say.” “I’m asking for your help.” “I don’t take patients by mail order. Or any order, for that matter. If you want, send your husband. I’ll gladly slap him on the rack and give him a lube job, but I can’t cure what I don’t know.” “That’s fine. I don’t want you to cure him.” “Come again?” “I want you to botch the surgery,” Peg says, her heart pounding so loudly in her ears that she can barely hear what she’s saying. Dr. Pierce stares at her, unblinking.

[wastedonthesebutterflies]

Mack’s Poetry: Punctuation Guide

I identified a problem last night. The punctuation we currently have doesn’t do what i want it to. This will likely be updated as needed, so if you see a strange mark used, you should be able to find an explanation on it here. So!! Without further ado, here is a list of all the characters I’ve repurposed so my poetry can hopefully be read correctly.

> This mark is different in reading and reciting. Written it acts as a period, separating sentences. When reciting, there is no break read. Sentences written with this mark are read as one, without any pause.

{} These brackets will have writing in them. They are quiet asides, and not spoken aloud if you are reciting it. In reciting, simply pause for the duration of time it would take you to read it aloud, then continue on with the rest of the work outside the brackets.

[korrinhorizon]

OC QUESTIONS OPEN

I am now taking questions about my OCS, mostly about Zotz (My Sing 2 OC, who is part of the New Moon theatre crew) with also Mack and Aster ( two guys who are apart of Klaus’s dance class/group)

I’m even taking questions about Ocs, that are not Sing movie related (shocking I know) for example, Korrin (my main Oc), Arthur, and even more :D

[nihiltism]

oh goodness! hi vee! i know its a little bit late, but can I ask for 6 on your oc ask game?

wowie zowie hi person who Definitely isnt just me on anon!!! i absolutely can thank you for asking!!!

so thats my guy chucklefuck and ive been looping this song for a WHILE so its their song now!!

i know for a fact i have Not gotten the chance to talk about chucklefuck here so im gonna be using this as an excuse to talk about them a bunch! basically theyre. best adapted to be a ttrpg campaign character, for one. but theyre a spy bot created by The Main Oppressive Regime to mislead their peers, as well as spy on them and report back. so basically if i played them id be rolling bluff checks every 5 seconds because of their other main gimmick: they think theyre the funniest bitch in the world. see to avoid suspicion they elect to play under the "beep boop, i am a robot" facade. this is Incredibly fucking funny to them bc. yknow the gags where a robot character will do some faux pas or embarrass another character in the party but its not like they Meant to they didnt know any better. well. yeah this guy definitely knew better and they are Living It Up.

im not gonna explain their whole Deal but i will say that i think they Will eventually get found out bc they cant bullshit forever and thats where i think the song fits bc they kindaaa. only exist to be in service of CapitalismCorp Incorporated and havent had enough freedom ever to really think of this as a Bad thing really. theyve got this Delight at watching the world burn and they know that includes them but they sure don't care! why would they?

[sukunasweetheart]

Being the bane of sukunas existence as you're his girlfriend because you act like a perverted old man around him... he kinda digs it tho, its mildly hilarious and he doesn't dislike the unhinged attention (he tries to be so lowkey about it)

Every once in a while, you'll caress his behind or fondle his big boobily man breasts, the same way he does to you. he was only stunned at first - now he is completely unphased by your sneaky little hands.

he texts you, asking you what you want for dinner, and he's not surprised when the answer is "i want you oiled up and naked in bed by the time i get home". then he just replies with "making pasta"

Big obnoxious smacking noises when you kiss him all over, and sukuna just lets you be, he'll be sitting on the couch turning the tv on and here you come, smooching his cheek. sometimes, its the top of his head, other times, its his forehead or neck. if you do it too much though, you'll get covered with his bite marks in return.

when sukuna gets up to go to the toilet, you ask him if you can hold his peepee while he takes a piss, bc you saw a funny tiktok talking about it... he gives you a silent judgmental stare as he closes the door on your face. but behind it, he lets out the tiniest snort and shakes his head bc the idea of it is so ridiculous.

one time when you go outdoor camping with him you genuinely accidentally stumble close to sukuna who is taking a leak in the forest bush area and he catches you staring from behind as he's buttoning himself back up. and then he's chasing you down while you're screaming that it was an accident and that you only heard him peeing and didn't actually see anything. (not that you don't know what it looks like, anyway.)

when he's sweaty after a workout or some physical exertion, you'll definitely be approaching him deviously, talking about some "covered in flavour" type of bullshit... he'll push your face away and head into the shower but his ears are flushed with red.

just... sukuna who will let u mack on him endlessly bc he secretly doesn't hate the doting 🥹🥹🥹 and if you're not being obnoxiously lewd or affectionate?? thats when he knows something's up...

and obviously, every now and then you'll say something that makes him know that you're not just lusting over his body.

during a walk back home on a summer afternoon, you point upwards while holding his hand and looking up.

"sukuna, look. you're in the sky."

he reluctantly looks up, expecting some sort of dick shaped cloud or something like that. but there are no clouds in sight.

"what is there to look at?" he asks, quizzically.

"the colour, silly. when the sun's still setting, the sky always gets like this, around the same time everyday. the pretty pinkish colour, like your hair."

he turns silent and observes the sky for a minute. you call him silly, as if it's an everyday thing that you compare a person with the literal sky.

"it's my favourite time of the day..." you mumble, just barely audible to his ears. and something about the way you stand there, and speak so softly, makes you look so pretty to him. "i'll always think of you when the sun is setting."

"oh- but i think of you everyday regardless, i suppose."

he already knows that. he already knows you love him. why does he feel so flushed right now?

"alright, i get it. enough. let's continue home," he urges you, holding your hand tighter. you follow him down the street, like a puppy.

life couldn't feel more at peace right now, with your fingers interlocked with his, listening to you hum your favourite song on the way home, the street now covered with the orange light of the sunset.

"any ideas for dinner?" he asks, a few minutes after some silence.

"mmm..."

oh, he regrets asking the question now, fully knowing what's coming.

"i want your tatas in my mouth, please."

"tatas?" sukuna's asks with furrowed brows.

after bursting into laughter at the way he said it, you attempt to think up an actual food you want for dinner.

"...just for tonight." sukuna mutters.

"huh?"

"don't ask me again, i might change my mind."

"wait- really?"

let's just say, your mouth had a taste of heaven for the first time that night.

[thevalicemultiverse]

What if you got a job in the past and used the money for coin collecting?

Doc: [grimacing] That carries even more risk of altering the space-time continuum, because you'd be naturally displacing the person who normally be working there, who would then go and do something else, and--

Marty: You really think that one person getting a job in the past might screw over the whole universe, Doc?

Doc: The risk may be small, but it is still present. The problem with time travel is, you never know what small change might end up having huge effects later on! And I personally don't want to take the risk of, I don't know, half of England being leveled as a bizarre side effect of one person from the future getting a job in the past to look for rare coins.

[the-best-ads-worker]

Gunther Mack needs some comfort!

Gunther sat up from his bed and nodded his head. He walked to Mack’s room and lightly knocked on the door. “Hey Mack you ok?….”

@thebetterengineer

[t1red-twilight]

tonguing down peter parker

summary: ushy gushy mushy loser makeout

content/warnings: gn!reader, mdni, andrew!peter, fluff, suggestive content, excessive macking (very excessive)

notes: um uh um NEXT QUESTION

word count: 1k

masterlist p. parker masterlist

peter’s favorite thing at the moment was making out.

so much so that he would come home from fighting crime and whatnot to just swap saliva with you.

he had no idea why this was the only thing that could seem to motivate him, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you.

currently, he was at your apartment and you were both watching some sitcom rerun from the nineties.

but alas, not much of the show was actually being watched and absorbed.

you weren’t touching besides your lips, and my god, was he good at kissing. he was licking into your mouth with such an intense fervor that you couldn’t help but scoot closer to him ever so slightly. one of your hands was on your leg, which was bent, while the other was making small movements over to peter’s hand.

the small smacking sounds from your lips seemed to be deafening over the sound of the television. every now and then, you could hear him exhale rather strongly whilst you felt it on your face.

he reached over and grabbed your knee, attempting to urge your leg to straddle his waist.

evidently needing to get closer to you, he pulled away after pressing one short kiss into your mouth before asking, “please?” he then leaned back in to continue his ministrations.

his voice was both shrill and hoarse. his kisses then migrated from your lips to your jawline, and he was quickly making his way down to your neck. the breaths that you made caught his attention and he let out a chuckle as you left open-mouthed marks against your warmed skin.

“what?” you replied breathlessly. “do you want me to-” you trailed off, much too embarrassed to finish your question.

“oh god, yes please,” his easy pulling on your leg pursued. when you pulled away, a thin string of spit connected your mouths.

you decided that you too, had not had enough and you put your pressure onto your other knee to hoist yourself up before slowly placing your legs on either side of his torso. the breathless chuckle he breathed out against your neck did not go unnoticed. you did not, however, settle your weight onto him just yet.

he slid his hands underneath the oversized shirt that you were wearing and tried to pull you downwards. because you were so much higher up than him, he had to pull away from the column of your throat.

he continued to try and get you to relax against him. you had become too distracted by the blown out look in his eyes, the ruffled nature of his hair.

he settled for situating his head underneath your t-shirt and mouthing more kisses against you stomach. small traces of saliva were left in his wake.

he was always careful enough to only suck marks that would be covered by your shirt (ever such the gentleman).

he hummed into your skin, laid down another kiss, and whispered another plea.

“c’mon.”

it was soft, gentle, but nonetheless convinced you.

you settled down onto his lap, and he pulled out from underneath your t-shirt. he began leaving languid kisses along your neck again. the feeling of his hands splayed across your back would’ve been overwhelming in another scenario, but they felt just perfect for the time being.

peter was encompassing you entirely, and you had no problem with the line blurring between you two. there was no telling where he began and you ended, and vice versa.

you huffed out a jagged sigh. this had motivated peter to make his way back to your lips, and this he did.

he left tentative kisses wherever he went. he was always like this, subdued and sensitive. though, he was by no means shy.

when you were alone, something unleashed from him. something that never seemed to never stopped craving you. his thirst for you never satiated.

he moved his hands from your back to your waist, and pulled you closer. you abided and scooted as close as was humanly possible to him.

your hands were on either side of his face, your thumbs on the part of his cheek closest to his ear. you could almost hear his heartbeat; you were sure that he could hear yours (he had told you the benefits of his spider senses once, but you had been, um, preoccupied).

he pulled away and smiled at you, turning to leave a kiss on your palm before leaning back in.

“you taste good,” he said after saying your name.

you responded after kissing him one short time, “yeah?”

he didn’t respond vocally this time, opting to only answer with “mhm,” which you could feel the vibrations of.

the lewd wet noises emitting from your mouths should have been embarrassing, neither of you paid any mind.

every so often you would exhale out of your nose, which you’re sure he could feel against his cheek. “quit holding your breath,” he would sometimes say.

your knees were digging into the couch, so you adjusted yourself to avoid any further pain. this resulted in something that was a mix of a groan and a whine from peter.

his lips were very soft, and the feeling of his tongue inside your mouth felt foreign, but commonplace. he was always so gentle, and this was demonstrated by the way that he was licking in short motions in your mouth.

this time, you were the one to part from him. you began leaving kisses from his cheek to a spot behind his ear. your efforts demonstrated to be successful, as the noises leaving peter’s mouth were nothing short of blissful.

eventually, he pulled your face away from his neck and guided it back to his own.

his hands had migrated to your back again, and yours to his. you thought that you might have felt him scratching into your skin, but you weren’t too sure. you’d be able to tell later in the mirror.

in the background, the tv had begun to play a commercial for some erectile dysfuntion drug. the irony of this was not lost on either of you. you disconnected and laughed hoarsely.

later you realized that you had hickeys that expanded across your belly.

[tobebrutal]

this is a dance danced many a night before. he knows the steps. he knows the words and when to smile. a game , to whatever end. but not all games follow the same rules and despite knowing little of their language , there are still bits and pieces that slip through. impossible to understand their application without knowing the rest , but something to cling to when waters surge with theron's rise and a strong hand leaves him to hold his breath. it lands at his jaw , his chin , and spares his throat. not the typical mercy and zevran doesn't swallow for being given it. not yet. while the questions mount and honied eyes blink through an array of lewd responses that.. suddenly , seem unfit for the giving. not out of fear ; theron doesn't scare him and neither does death. it's the alternative he struggles with. what to do with an offer when he yet lives.

" ah.. you have caught me , " soft , a quiet confession is safe , here , with him. it's lack of caution makes clear there's no intent to fight whatever this is. a body pliant for hands or blades , his has always been. since a fledgling still donned in down and learning its wings. he knows how to sit upright. he knows how to raise his head that inch further , spare a glimpse of his jugular. both predator and prey , crows often are , but the absence of expected fangs make this interesting. as always. " do you often play with your food ? "

he did. he was.

zevran wonders , sat as he is , what this scene may strike from across the camp. how quickly one would come to their leader's aid despite how he is diminished , there , beneath him. eager , too , the lot of them , no doubt. it makes him shiver more than this confrontation with the ethereal. " and to compare me to demons no less ? you wound me so. " he was much more efficient than demons , he thought. even in loss , often , he found some form of triumph. he finds it now , a pursed frown slipped in favor of the grin most frequent to pass.

" to answer your question is not so simple. what do i seek ? is it not what all men seek ? to enjoy the pleasures of the world , untethered and inspired ? " a half - truth is still truth. it's no more poisonous than the crease across his nose. the lean forward that turns a delicate grip into one more summit crested. " perhaps it is to find a strong , alluring man to hold me as my mother never did. " the step too far is taken. he comes out the other side of this less serious. lacks the morose of what could have been , had he let theron press further into very , very fresh wounds. " did i mention i never knew her ? i'm so , so sad about it. "

Carved nostrils flared as drew his thick silken cloak tightly about his person, the metallic threads of its antiquated embroidery glimmering in the firelight. “ Ir ame tel'din sha'melenal alin, ” Theron muttered, shaking his head bitterly. He moved with with practiced fluidity 'twixt tongues, and there was something about each of his words that bore a silvery quality that could compel within a listener the desire to hear more. His enunciation reverberated like a song; an exquisite rhythm invoking memories from a bygone era with how each word played off his lips and against the other's pulse. It was a silent invitation, an invisible chair pulled out for Zevran to sit upon, should he choose to meet the occasion by discerning the rhythm and lending his voice to the song of the conversation, as it were.

“ Dirth ma, dahabana. Mar palasha ena mar din — at least, if you are not careful, for I have glimpsed your like in the Fade — or memories thereof, perhaps. It never ends well. ”

“ And you are not merely admiring me, ” he insisted. Though Theron moved not, his gaze was now fixed upon Zevran, and the shadows about the fire seemed to bleed toward him until it looked though the very shadow of Theron's hand lay upon Zevran's neck, poised to take him in its tenebrous grip. “ There is, despite what you pretend, nothing innocuous about what you do. You wish something from me, and though I know not what it is, you are endeavoring to goad me into surrendering it. ”

“ The act of gazing upon me does not require actively conversing with me, especially in a manner that bears uncanny semblance to dark hunters in the Fade who attempt to ensnare their quarry with many a fair word or visage. Know you this: you are not the first to come before me with designs of ensnaring me with flattery and so fair and golden a visage, and I doubt very much that you will be the last. There have been hundreds before you, and not all of them wore flesh. It did not avail them then, and it shall not avail you now, and you do not even have the excuse of the Veil. So tell me, wherefore do you wish to possess me ? In your estimation, am I higher, or lower and more base than those that have come before me ? To what end do these banal delights of yours extend ? ”

Theron rose from his seat suddenly, his movements jarring in their abruptness as he advanced upon Zevran. Pale fingers slid beneath the other's chin, tilting Zevran's face upward to meet his gaze, pensive and piercing. His hands seemed to tremble slightly, as though Zevran were something irreparably valuable and fragile.

He shook his head softly, expression softening as the erstwhile blend of contempt-laced attraction relented in the wake of great sorrow and pity. Dark lips trembled, and for a moment the tide of emotion threatened to sweep him away utterly, seeing his tone wane to but a choked whisper. “ Do you even know ? ”