#Btw im always open for asks

[felissaurusrex]

An attempt at making a gumball/rob fusion, but now it just looks like the void version of Gumball um

I do have a another fusion attempt of the two

Looks like this. Uhhh i need to choose one, chat which gumrob/robball (idk) fusion looks better ?

[the-broken-pen]

Please write a chef! Villian who adores to cook for their people, literally. They even cook for their sidekick and their henchmen. But never ever for their oh so devilishly beautiful and just as infuriating hero. (whom they have SWORN to never cook for)

But once when hero's parent falls ill, villian is the one who cooks for them so they can get better. However, they are unable finish all of the food, thus ask their kid (the hero) to have the leftovers

Hero, (who unbeknownst to villian was literally starving for days as they were busy) loves the little bits food they had and when they tell that to their Villian, their faux cold demeanor breaks down completely..... And fluff happens next?????

I really hope you don't mind writing on this! Cooking for someone is willingly wanting to nourish them. I just wanted to see that in an enemies to lovers dynamic...

“You’re looking less terrible,” the villain noted as soon as they stepped into the living room. The hero blinked up at them owlishly from the couch, a mangled crochet project clutched in their hands. It was all so horribly mundane.

“Thanks,” the hero said dryly. “Just what I needed to hear.”

Truly, though, it hadn’t been a dig. The hero did look slightly better: there was color in their cheeks, that exhausted sheen had vanished from their eyes. Their hands weren’t shaking around their crochet hook.

“Your mom is out of the hospital?”

A shadow of that tiredness passed over the hero’s face. It was gone in a blink.

“If you don’t already know the answer to that, I'll be disappointed.”

The villain raised their hands, drifting through the living room. They peered down at a childhood photo of the hero, all toothy grin and smeared ice cream. “Just making conversation.”

The hero sighed.

“She’s home on bed rest, now,” the hero said, quietly, like they were trying not to wake her up. “She’s doing better, she is, it’s just not…” they trailed off.

“She’s still sick,” the villain supplied. The hero nodded when the villain turned back around.

“I don’t know why I expected her to be better as soon as she came home.” The hero sounded so small, in that moment. Like they were still that little kid in their childhood photo album, and not someone who saved the city on the daily.

The villain shrugged. “Because you’re human. Human’s don’t like it when the people they love are hurt.”

“Maybe,” the hero agreed.

The villain slid their gaze over the room once more, snagging on an empty tupperware container balanced on the edge of the coffee table.

Their tupperware container.

Which shouldn’t have come as a surprise, exactly. As soon as they had gotten word that the hero’s mother was in the hospital–which had been as soon as it happened–they had gathered a week's worth of meals and sent it over. And then, they had done it again the next week, and it became just one of the things the villain did. They cooked for themself, their sidekick, their henchmen, and now, the hero’s mother.

They knew the hero’s mother had figured it out, but she had known better than to say anything. The villain didn’t swear on much, but they had sworn to never cook for the hero. Even their mother was cutting it a little bit too close to that.

The hero followed their gaze to the container and blushed.

“Sorry, I meant to clean that up–”

The villain cocked their head. 

The hero stammered for a moment in the resulting silence, “Someone’s been sending my mom food. She can’t always finish it, because she’s…” they trailed off, like they couldn’t bear to say the word “sick”. “She gives me the leftovers,” they finally finished.

The villain had nothing to say to that.

“Hm.”

“Yeah, um,” the hero looked down, tossing aside their terribly failing project. “Normally I get by just fine, you know, I’m not incompetent,” the hero added quickly, like they were worried the villain would judge them for it.

The hero swallowed, and again, that yawning and endlessly exhausted look loomed over their face. The villain wanted to never, ever see it again. “But there was patrol, and then the agency wanted me to do publicity, and then I was with my mom at the hospital whenever I wasn’t working and I just–I’m just really tired.”

Seeing it on the hero’s face, in their posture as they slumped against any available surface when they had even a second to rest, in the bruises from hits they should have been able to avoid easily, was one thing.

But hearing them admit it–

“Get up,” the villain said. Something inside them felt raw at the look on the hero’s face.

“Why?”

“I’m making you food,” the villain said easily. It was anything but.

The hero froze, a deer in headlights, before glancing down at the tupperware and back to the villain.

“You’re the one sending the food.”

Even sleep deprived out of their mind, their hero had always been quick.

“And the one cooking it,” the villain added, and the hero gaped at them.

“Why,” they managed a moment later, hand clutching into the armrest of the couch like it was the only thing keeping them upright.

“I like your mother,” the villain picked up the tupperware, hero watching them the entire time. “And you’re not entirely terrible.”

The hero barked out a surprised laugh.

“I’m not entirely terrible,” they repeated.

“No, you’re not,” the villain agreed. “Now, get up.”

The hero got up.

Before the hero could do something stupid, like ask again what they were doing, or a trip over their own discarded crochet, the villain hushed them.

“I’m making you food,” they said, and the hero’s mouth closed. The villain sighed, looping their hand around the hero’s wrist. “Now shut up, and let me take care of you.”

The hero looked at them like they had never had someone do that. Like they hadn’t even considered the possibility that they might need help as much as the people they took care of did.

The villain had enough of their idiot face, turning to drag them to the kitchen.

The hero went.

That terrible, awful look never showed up on the hero’s face again.

The villain made sure of that.

[nams2]

Talking to other partnering aros: Yeah so I've been reading original fics on AO3 to try and find some good queerplatonic stuff. Theres a steady stream if you filter by the queerplatonic tag which is nice. The problem is that most of it's either too short for me or just underdeveloped background characters but its something. Yeah it sucks to settle for that but you know how dire it is finding rep.

Talking about being aro to allos: No Im aroace. That means aromantic and asexual. They're different things. It- no asexual means a lack of sexual attraction. They can be different.

[sorrelpaws]

fic recs!!!! fic recs!!!!!

honestly i don't read many fics, and if i do they're typically oneshots, but anywhooo anything by legacymj is incredible !!!!!!!!!

[three-soulmates-askblog]

What’s the difference between, like, romantic and queer platonic relationships/soulmates?

Kusuo: and it's different for everyone this is just how it works for us

Mikoto: yeah every relationship is its own!

Reita: we just vibin'

//

I'd like to note I have never been in a queer platonic relationship myself. But I am an aroace individual. This explanation is based on the research I did for myself in writing this askblog. I feel it's important to note this bc everyone's relationship is really the peoples involved own thing. I didn't want to go too deep with their explanation bc like I said I don't have experience with it myself.

Anyway that's all 👍 thanks for reading my note

[pwderedsugar]

horny delusional breeding/pregnancy kink zamasian >>>>>> actual magical/weird biology mpreg imo

this is true. shared delusion is hot. plus it’s funny too like there’s nothing there but assad has to quit vaping and give up his beloved white wine to keep up the self imposed pregnancy ruse.

[so-very-small]

i recognized a pattern in my ocs

[salavijas]

almost two years into transition and i can't help but find it entertaining seeing the clumsy way in which your body changes, like, testosterone has worked overtime on covering my entire body in hair but its only in the last three months that a bald spot on my inner thighs has filled in. how cute.

[tapipolouzer]

my ink oc for my verse, his name is scrib!

feel free to send asks abt him!

[daily-property-police]

Day 211- I used my mouse.

[blood-mocha-latte]

hi :)) it's been a while! how are you? how's the baby?

hey love! all good, pretty normal <3. jan 2nd due date save me preeclampsia rot in hell etc etc. hope you're doing good!

[unjest]

ITS BEEN A FUCKING WEEK. PASS THE DETRITUS

[bangcakes]

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[kengi-bengi]

for anyone curios were Albatross’ Guide au is- im working on a 4 page comic slowly lol.

then after that prob some more concept sketches after i finish more au refs Then finaly a PMV explaining more of the au- particularly the Haunting,

and then whatever stranglers i want to post- maybe the ruined sea temples and destroyed kingdom concepts would be fun to show once the PMV is made. [Reminder i am adding more lore to WOF in this au; particularly surrounding the origins of the magic and fleshing out some seawing history]

[irl]

yea

[jebigaurr]

HELLO HI I JUST CAME ACROSS YOUR PREVIOUS POST AND MY GOD THEY’RE SO CUTE 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 can i ask what the dynamic here is?

heyyyy absolutely ! essentially it’s a fun lil mix of tired guys that have a little unspoken understanding and very much loser (but whatever we persist) x loser (it’s all over)