#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK KIND ANON!!

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

would love to more chapter four thoughts,,, maybe even about his execution if you have any thoughts about it you haven’t shared!

Ohh Gonta's execution!! My opinion's kinda shifted on it over time so I'm very happy to talk about it.

When I first played ch4 I very vocally hated his execution. It was the last straw for me in a very painful trial, and honestly I was just disgusted by the monokubs' role in it. I still am. That definitely hasn't changed LMAO. As with many things in v3, the monokubs really weren't necessary and actively made it more upsetting in a way that I think detracted from the tragedy already happening on screen. Also, I'm still a bit puzzled by the wild west theming? Like... sure? It's not the worst thing in the world but wouldn't something relating to his backstory in being raised by wolves be more relevant?

That being said... I do think it did one thing extremely well. The way the execution had Gonta placed (completely tied up and unable to move) was a good move for his character. Gonta was facing his death head on, not even trying to resist. I think any execution that has Gonta resist kind of misses the place Gonta was put into at the end of trial 4. So putting him a situation where things happen to him, rather than him having to pointlessly try to prevent his death, was a good choice.

I'm still not the biggest fan because of the big stain of the monokubs, but ignoring them for a second its really not that bad of an execution. Still probably not my favourite in v3 (that honour goes to Kaede or Kaito). I also Wish they had leaned more into fun bug theming, but I understand that bug related horror can get to be too much very quickly. I would also have liked if they had leaned into other things relevant to Gonta's character (I'm still confused... wild west???). I do have some fun alternate execution proposals:

The classic I think most people talk about is something to do with insect pinning, which I think is an AWESOME idea. Or alternatively, maybe something to do with how you often freeze live insects before pinning them? Or how smaller insects are preserved in vials of alcohol instead of being pinned? Regardless, I think this is an great idea

Something to do with spiders. I know they're not insects, but Gonta likes ALL arthropods so...

Something to do with insect molting or pupating. I think either being trapped inside a pupa or having to escape an insect molt could be a fun idea. Escaping a molt is probably too active for Gonta's headspace at the end of trial 4 though, and I'm not entirely sure what could kill him from this that doesn't repeat a previous execution.

MY Alternate execution idea, which incorporates Gonta's desire to be a gentleman. Gonta is at a fancy dinner party, all other guests being finely dressed mannequins. Gonta is either eating at a table with lots of high profile guests OR his hands are tied in the position of a waltz around a mannequin. Every time he slips up in etiquette or dance steps, the mannequins scowl and heckle him. Meanwhile, a giant bug zapper is displayed on stage in the ballroom. As Gonta attempts to put all his focus into being proper and gentlemanly, more and more insects are being lead to the zapper and dying vividly. Eventually, Gonta can't take it anymore and abandons all decorum. In the dining scenario, I imagine him vaulting over the table and knocking it over entirely. In the dancing scenario, I imagine him tearing free from the mannequin, potentially destroying it. He runs onto the stage, to the shock and vocal disgust of the mannequins, attempting to turn off the zapper. But he's unable to stop it and gets electrocuted to death. This. Is definitely too active for the end of trial 4. But I really like executions where the character has to struggle to remain composed against it (like Makoto's), so it's a concept I've rotated around in my mind a bit.

[rcntlydcccased]

Hello!!! You're my fav Silco drawer- uhh, artist who draws Silco. Ya draw him so good that I seriously can't function properly (in a good way, don't worry) every time I see your drawings of our dead druglord daddyy 🥴🥴

Anyway, I was just wonderin how young Silco would look like with the old Silco hair… just to be clear, I don't want to force ya or anythin like that, so yeah!

Idk how to end this, so I guess I'll just tell ya that I & probably dozens of other Silco simps think you're reaalllly wonderful + amazing & we thank you for the art that you bring into this world!! ❣️❣️❣️

YOOO thank you so much anon, that’s very very very sweet 🫢 I love our definitely very much alive druglord daddy, I cannot get enough of him, and I’m endlessly glad other people are with me in this 🧘‍♀️

This is a fun idea! I love old man Silco’s short hair so much… dare I say, more than the long hair…… I did these on the train home so they’re just quick sketches (sorry!!) but-

I was fighting DEMONS trying not to put the grey streaks in his hair

[lucy-stone]

I love the idea of your farm AU! Also the art was so pretty. :) Ghost would be very good at farm work, so why leave?

omggg yes because Ghost is literally built for farm work. He falls into the rhythm of the farm naturally.

Simon is a strong guy used to physical labor and long summer days from being in service. He's good at following directions, being reliable, and adapting to a variety of difficult conditions. He hasn't missed a single early rising since basic training (still getting up earlier than Johnny these days) and the cattle don't talk back (much). plus he can still wear his masks since he needs protection from chemicals and debris.

The only issue is that he argues with Johnny sometimes, but that's just his stubbornness peeking through... not to mention Soap is easily frustrated these days. I have a comic coming soon that I am working on about this actually 👀

But don't worry about that- despite it all, he's (probably) going to stay for lambing season!

[britishneonjello]

Not a question I just wanna say how I love Franz and Lyov they’re so cute together

:*) <3 thank u so much Anon <333 happy pride! <3

[miedei]

hiii I love that you write season one spenwr because I think he's my favourite

idk if you're taking requests but I think he'd be sooo quiet in bed because he's trying not to cum too fast and would that make reader nervous? like shy reader please! ❤️

omg yes i agree so hard and i lovee shy reader! requests are open!

drabbles mlist | mdni please

the first time you and spencer fuck, you notice his lips are pressed together firmly, as if he's struggling to do so. whatever, it's probably a quirk of his, something he does when he's truly in the moment. you brush it off.

however, the second time it starts to get to you. he's just so quiet. you're writhing under him, caught up in the sheer swaths of pleasure that roll over you, and he's silent.

he wants you, you know that. you can see it by the dilating of his pupils, the way he crushes his lips to yours, but he won't say a word. just the sloppy, harsh thrusts of his hips against yours.

by the third time, you've had enough. sitting on his sofa next to him, you're determined to get him to make a noise, embarrassment be damned. pushing past the nerves that sit heavy in your stomach, you straddle him, knees knocking into the outsides of his thighs.

it's a clumsy attempt at seduction, your teeth nipping at his adam's apple, but it does the job. you feel him harden below you, his previously open mouth clamping shut right on cue.

pushing your hips down against his, you hum against his neck. his lips move, but don't part.

you hold your hand up to his face, running your thumb down his cheek, catching on his bottom lip and dragging it down with it. even that does nothing, his jaw remaining clenched as he bucks up into you. still silent.

it's all too much. you don't make it a secret that he elicits sounds out of you. you've never been quiet with him.

all the frustration and insecurity within you comes rushing up to the surface, and you burst, pulling back from him.

"spencer! are you— what's wrong? you're so quiet all the time, I... it's really off-putting,"

you didn't think you'd be this emotional about it, but when the guy you're so infatuated with seems as though he'd rather not say a word in the most vulnerable moments of your relationship, it tends to eat at you.

spencer seems taken aback, his hands shooting up from your hips to cradle your face.

"what? what's going on?"

his voice is so achingly tender, you can't help but crumple, lamenting your worries into the crook of his neck as he holds you to him.

spencer can't fathom it. he'd been silent, yes, but he's never felt far away from you during sex. in fact, he feels so intensely close to you that he has to rattle through mathematical proofs in his head in order to stop himself from careening towards his release too quickly. he never thought that it would affect you like this.

but the feeling of you sniffling into his neck begs to differ, and he resolves, then and there, to never have you feel this way again.

he just needs to figure out how to stop himself from reciting kelly's proof of sylvester's theorem in bed.

[baihujun]

Can i just say that when i found this page i absolutely ADORE how you draw hal... hes got that cheeky look on his face and those muscles (i want to bury my face in his tits) and the hair!!! The hair!!! Swoop!!! Not to mention his gorgeous smile... thank you for the food

You're welcome! I just think he's neat

[starleska]

Hi so l've been quietly fawning over Mr Ring A Ding ever since he got revealed and your head canons are making me go INSANE. That bit of dialogue you wrote with him regarding light sensitivity??? Hello YES PLEASE???

As for my own headcanons, that scene of him literally flattening himself to get underneath the door both scared me and gave me so many ideas. Gonna go insane in your inbox rq, I apologise in advance. I imagined someone who tried to lock the front door to avoid him, only for him to literally squeeze in THROUGH the keyhole. Bit by bit until he lands in front of them. Shit eating grin and all. You can try to hide from him, but he'd squash and stretch his way towards you eventually.

Hiding under a bed? Who do you think he is, the Boogieman? He'd just stretch out his arm until he grabs your wrist, slowly dragging you out with a firm yet playful grip. Or who knows? Maybe he might crawl under there with you. Ask you who you're hiding from with a devilish gleam in his eyes. How would you get out of that?

(Answer: You don't. <3)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

anon, dear sweet anon!!!! i think you've given me a cardiac event!!!!!!! how can you SEND me something like this without signing a consent form?!?! 🙈🙈🙈🙈 let it be known that i turned so pink that my partner, from the other side of the room, had to ask me what was wrong 😂😂 don't you dare apologise i'm going absolutely feral over these ideas, my GOD they need to put you in Mensa immediately!!!! ugh. you know how when he's making his way up the theatre stairs, and making a great show of it, like it's actually effortful, but the Doctor says it's all just a game to him? that. that's what makes cat-and-mouse with Mr. Ring-A-Ding so heart-poundingly scary. and he loves every second of it. he adores that frightened glint in your eyes: "Awful strange place for a get-together, don't'cha think?" Mr. Ring-A-Ding asked, as he collapsed into a puddle-like shape and wriggled his way under the bed. You squirmed and tried to claw your way out, but a winding, impossibly long arm wrapped itself around your leg and yanked you right back. "What's the problem, doll? Got somewhere to be?" In the dark, Mr. Ring-A-Ding's eyes were lightbulb-white, and his teeth flashed like knives that carved through the black. "Ohhhh. I get it! You wanna be wooed the old-fashioned way. No worries, sweetheart. Tight spaces are my speciality."

[uhohdad]

Just a little idea, loser Konig at the beach with reader who is torturing him in the best way (sun screen/ice cream), your work is so so good! Take all the rest/time you need, art/smut this good takes time!

(18+) Beach Day with Loser!König

☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ

Loser!König purposely misses when he swipes for the glob of sunscreen you pointed out on his cheek. He’ll play dumb until you take matters into your own hands, leaning forward to smear it in for him while he peers down your swimsuit. His eyes flutter shut as you touch him so intimately, touch him the way a lover would touch him, cupping his stubbled jaw with your thumb massaging circles into his cheek. When you pull away, he’s more than disappointed, having used this moment to play out a fantasy where you held his jaw steady to plant a kiss on his lips.

Loser!Konig is bright red, and while you assume he’s getting sunburnt, it’s actually because he is more than flustered by your swimsuit. He can’t help the way his eyes are lingering on all of the new skin covered only by dainty straps. The perfect, plush thighs he wants to rest his head on. Soft shoulders and pretty collarbones and cleavage on display for anyone to ogle. He’s memorizing your body to take home with him.

Loser!Konig who can’t keep his eyes off you as you work an ice cream cone, scarfing it down with a greedy tongue before the searing sun turns it to a puddle. He won’t so much as blink, imaging you’re using your flat tongue to lick stripes up his cock instead, sand sticking to your shins and knees as you pleasure him in front of the entire beach right here right now.

Loser!Konig who has to set a folded towel over his lap even though it’s an ungodly hot day, because he’s been straining against the net in his swimtrunks since you stripped down to your bathing suit.

Loser!König who has to bite back a needy whine when you grab a handful of ice from the cooler and rub it on your skin to cool off. His half-lidded, ravenous eyes glued to the melted droplets tracing your curves as they glide down your body. When you let out a breathy, relieved sigh, he swears you’re doing this to him on purpose.

Loser!Konig who chokes on his own spit when you ask him to lather sunscreen on your back after you gave up awkwardly contorting your arms to reach. His breaths are shallow and hands trembling as he watches you pull your hair out of the way. When you slip the straps of your swimsuit off your shoulders, his mouth goes dry. From where he’s standing, you might as well be naked from the middle up.

Loser!König who’s pleading with his fingers to steady as he pops the cap to the sunscreen. He doesn’t even bother warming the lotion between his fingers because he’s too eager to get his hands on your glowing, sun-kissed skin. He sucks in a sharp breath as you shudder under his touch. He’s painfully hard and praying you won’t notice as he smooths the sunscreen over you. He goes slow, hoping to stretch a task that should only take a few seconds for as long as he could. Your shoulders are so smooth and soft under his coarse, hardened hands. When he slides down your sides, he pretends that he’s filling you up from behind, gripping on to your core to keep you steady as he pounds into your pretty cunt. He’s breathing so heavily, his heart slamming against his ribcage as he smooths circles over your skin. His cock is throbbing in his shorts, a shiny glint of arousal already forming at the tip.

Loser!Konig who has to sneak off to the filthy boardwalk bathrooms to relieve his aching cock, rutting into his hand and stifling his breathy moans and grunts by biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. The show you gave him had him practically on edge, and it takes less than a minute before he’s choking on your name as he coats his hands in his generous, pent-up finish.

☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ

loser!könig

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Heyyy uhh can you fuse your sun and moon together pretty please btw oh my lord i love your art keep going you rock! 😁✨️✌️👍

d. do you mean like. Eclipse.

and thank you very much <3

[nightwonder7]

I love your Norton and Ithaqua's beefs so much XD thank you for making those!!!!! Your artstyle is so expressive and moveable, the comics are a joy to read! :D

Aww thank you so much!! ;//W//; I'm so glad to hear! How this beef came to be was actually so random cause it's such an unlikely duo. But they are fun to draw, and I love it whenever people are referencing the comic where it all started XD

[darkthare]

As you're doing so much art for jadder nation, is there anyway we can repay you? <3

If you’d like to get some Jadder stickers or a kiss print, check out my new Redbubble store! 💖 I’ve never used Rebubble before or really had a shop anywhere, so I hope it’s a good way for Jadder fans to get some merch 😊

My commissions are always open (OCs, fan art, whatever you’d like!) you can just send me a DM!

If you’d like to emotionally support me and feed my soul, leave comments and tags, send me asks, and share in the Jadder love. I love these two so much and I get an insane amount of joy in sharing that with everyone in Jadder nation 😫🙏💕 I’ve read every fanfic and I read every post in the tag (or I try to lol)

I hope to add more prints and stickers to the shop in the future!

[askthehedgehogs]

What was Shadow doing during the six months Sonic was captured by Infinite?

Trying to find him, obviously. I knew he wasn't dead... I just needed to find him and everything would be fine.

Of course I believed in him. How could I not? He's been manipulated and controlled before, so I just thought maybe it was happening again. But he's Shadow. I always believe in him. I was mostly worried about what’d happen to him. I’m… glad it wasn’t really Shadow, though.

[waywardstation]

I don’t know if this makes sense, but the way you write Akari and Ingo reminds me of One Summer’s Day by Joe Hisaishi. This is a compliment. Maybe not a very good one.

Um. I like your writing!

Ahh I love that track!!! So nostalgic! Thank you so much anon ;w; I take that as a huge compliment!! I’m so glad you like my writing!!!

Here, take a sketch I did back in November. Never got to finish it for the holidays like I wanted to, but I want to finish it when I can!!

[goomyloid]

also, ill be turning off anon asks for the foreseeable future… i left them on for so long because i know some (well-meaning) people are just more comfortable remaining anonymous, but with the huge uptick in asks comes more and more unkind messages that i dont want to deal with LMAO. so it was fun while it lasted but sorgy

[flowerakatsuka]

updated kuroba's main character image and finally made proper references for their default & summer work outfits!

[kittenisstarstruck]

i noticed ur asks r open but if this makes u uncomfortable feel free to ignore but i was wonddering if you could do a small daichi or sugawara x first year!fem! reaader??? and js in genral how'd their relationship would be like?

ty for taking the time to read this!

hmmmm wait maybe i've got something here >>

The first day of college was not going as planned.

You’d left your apartment early, map screenshot in hand, backpack packed the night before, and your brand-new shoes laced tight with quiet determination.

But all the planning in the world couldn’t save you from two things:

The confusing maze of campus buildings.

The twisted ankle you got from tripping over an uneven curb outside the admin building.

You’d tried to shake it off, of course. It wasn’t that bad. You could walk, technically. It just�� hurt. A little more with every step. And now, as you stood between two nearly identical classroom buildings with no clear signage and your phone refusing to load the map, you were two seconds away from giving up and sitting on the nearest bench to cry.

“Hey,” a warm, low voice said from just behind you. “You okay?”

You turned around, startled—and looked up into the face of someone who could only be described as effortlessly solid.

Dark hair. Steady brown eyes. The kind of face that made you think this guy’s either a campus security officer or a golden retriever in human form.

“I—uh,” you stammered, taking a step back—and immediately wincing as your ankle reminded you it still wasn’t happy.

He noticed.

“Ankle?” he guessed.

You nodded, embarrassed. “Yeah. Slipped earlier. It’s not bad. I’m fine.”

“Right,” he said, clearly not convinced. “Let me guess. First-year?”

“…Is it that obvious?”

He grinned. “Only a little. And definitely lost?”

“Completely,” you admitted with a sigh. “I’m trying to get to Building H, room 217. Stats class. But this place is like a labyrinth and my GPS hates me.”

He chuckled, then slung his backpack higher on his shoulder. “I’m heading that way. Come on, I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I know. But I want to.” He glanced down at your foot. “And you shouldn’t be wandering around alone with a bad ankle.”

You hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Okay. Thank you…?”

“Daichi. Sawamura Daichi.”

That name rang a faint bell—maybe someone had mentioned him during orientation? Regardless, you followed him, trying not to limp too obviously. He adjusted his stride to match yours without a word.

“Stats, huh?” he asked after a moment. “Brave choice for a first class of the semester.”

“I figured I’d get the suffering out of the way early.”

He laughed, a low, pleasant sound. “Smart. I took it last year—it’s not too bad once you get past the first few chapters.”

“Guess I’ll find out soon enough,” you muttered, then added, “So what year are you?”

“Third. Crim justice major.” He gave you a side glance. “If you ever need someone to help interrogate your stats professor, I’m your guy.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “Noted.”

When you reached your building, he held the door open and waited while you limped through. The hallway inside was buzzing with students, but he kept a hand lightly on your elbow so you didn’t get jostled.

“Room 217’s up the stairs, but…” He glanced down at your ankle. “You sure you can make it?”

You looked up at the long staircase and winced. “Not… gracefully.”

He looked thoughtful, then offered, “You want me to carry your bag? Or you could lean on me.”

Your eyes widened. “You’d… let me lean on you?”

He gave a small shrug, easy and sincere. “Of course. I mean, unless that’s weird.”

“…No. Not weird.”

So, you did.

It was awkward for maybe two seconds—until he joked, “You’re light. Definitely under the weight limit.”

You laughed, and just like that, the tension melted. He helped you up the stairs, steady and patient, and even waited outside the classroom until you were fully seated.

“Thanks again,” you said, finally settling into your chair. “Seriously. I might’ve cried in a bush without you.”

He gave you a warm smile. “No problem. And hey—if you need help with stats, let me know. I still have my notes.”

Your heart did a small, unexpected flutter. “You’d tutor me?”

“Sure,” he said easily. “We’ll trade—I’ll help you pass stats, and you keep me updated on which campus vending machines are least disappointing.”

You grinned. “Deal.”

Daichi smiled one last time, then gave a small wave before disappearing back down the hallway.

And as the professor started setting up slides, you stared at the door just a second longer than necessary—ankle still aching, heart suddenly not quite so heavy.

If college was supposed to be the beginning of a beautiful new era, yours was off to a catastrophic start.

Your ankle throbbed from twisting it on a curb during the mad dash across campus. Your phone had 8% battery left. You hadn’t eaten since last night because your nerves made you forget breakfast. And your first class of the semester? Already started five minutes ago.

You tried to limp quietly through the hallway, heat rising in your cheeks as your shoe scuffed the tile with every uneven step. Room 204… 205…

“206,” you breathed in relief, grabbing the door handle.

And that’s when your folder, awkwardly tucked under your arm, slipped and exploded across the floor like confetti. Papers fanned out everywhere—syllabus, notes, and the little hand-drawn map of campus you were trying not to admit you’d made.

You just… stood there for a second. Hovering awkwardly in the doorway, blinking down at the mess.

“Wow,” you whispered under your breath. “I’m killing it.”

“Need a hand?” came a soft voice beside you.

You turned—and looked straight into the kindest gray eyes you’d ever seen.

The boy crouching to help gather your papers had silver hair, a soft sweater pushed up to his elbows, and a smile that somehow made your panic quiet down just a bit.

“I—I’m sorry,” you said immediately, dropping to your knees despite the flare of pain in your ankle. “I didn’t mean to hold everyone up—”

“Hey, you’re good,” he said gently, stacking your notes before offering them back to you. “Professor’s still figuring out the projector. You’re actually early, by college standards.”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

“Mmhm. Trust me. No one’s judging you.” He paused, then nodded to your foot. “But I am a little worried about that limp.”

You froze, internally groaning. “You saw that?”

He grinned, tilting his head playfully. “Saw it. Heard it. Felt it in my soul a little.”

Despite yourself, you laughed.

“It’s nothing,” you added quickly. “I just… missed a step earlier. It’s fine.”

“You sure?” He opened the door for you and followed you inside. “Because if you faint from pain halfway through class, I’ll feel guilty for not insisting you see the nurse.”

You glanced at him as you made your way to a seat near the back, carefully lowering yourself into the chair.

“I’m really okay,” you assured. “It’s just… kind of a terrible first day.”

“Ah,” he said, sitting beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world. “So you’re one of those first-years.”

You gave him a look. “Those?”

“The ones the universe picks on for no reason during the first week,” he said dramatically. “I was one too. Ripped my jeans, forgot my schedule, spilled coffee down the front of my hoodie. My reputation never recovered.”

You cracked a smile, shoulders relaxing for the first time all morning. “Glad to know I’m not alone.”

“You’re not,” he said warmly, then added with a little smirk, “But, since we’re classmates now, I feel like I should properly introduce myself.”

He held out his hand.

“Sugawara Kōshi. Second year. Bringer of good luck and extra pens.”

You took his hand, trying not to look too flustered. “(Y/N). First year. Disaster in human form.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Disaster.”

You snorted.

By the time the professor finally started the lecture, your ankle still ached, your phone was probably dead, and you still hadn’t eaten—but somehow, everything didn’t feel quite so awful anymore.

Not when Sugawara leaned over halfway through to whisper jokes about the syllabus margins.

Not when he offered to send you his notes afterward, just in case you missed anything.

Not when he waited after class and casually said, “I know the best vending machine on campus, by the way. Let me walk you there before you pass out.”

And definitely not when he added, just as you limped beside him:

“You know… first days suck, but they get better. Especially if you have someone to sit next to.”