#THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK LEGIT

[dismas-n-dismay]

Seeing Damian grow to make a community collective to better Gotham actually could make me cry. Him learning from Jason and how Jason is a hero to the people of Gotham but suffers from the stress of doing it all alone (as this is how it seems to Jason who’s inadvertently isolated himself) and instead incorporating more people into helping both themselves and others is literally so??? Inspiring?? I could fucking sob

[bobokitty]

Castlevania: Nocturne is out, and I want to thank everyone for giving the show a chance! It's been an absolute blast working on Nocturne and seeing all the hard work and passion that went into it. Everyone worked their butts off!! Ahahaha I had more to say but I'm too full of emotions to process words well ;;^ w ^

Anywho here's a bonus doodle of these dorks <3

[cable-salamdr]

Yooo just wanted to say your art is AWESOME KEEP IT UP ‼️‼️‼️

annnd if you are still taking requests I desire lloyd and garmadon chilling 😊

Okay I know you said chilling

However, consider.

[lavendarneverlands]

put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers <333

Thank you so much lovely🫶🫶🫶

Oh goodness this is a hard question because I like way too many songs😂 though I am a huge Swiftie & since I’ve on my TOG binge have been listening to a lot of fan playlists so let’s let my history decide🤣 these have been in a heavy rotation:

“Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?” by Taylor Swift

“Red Wine Supernova” by Chappell Roan

“Please Please Please” by Sabrina Carpenter

“Blonde” by Maisie Peters

“Can’t Catch Me Now” by Olivia Rodrigo

@impossibelle @iwantavaldezinator @idfendyr @shadowhunters77 @archerons-elain @cheap-spirits @maevecrom @endlessdaydream @somethingsomewhereanywhere @korepio

p.s. as always, no pressure tags :-) 💕

(Heads up for some tags: this is my main account, the side-blog ur probably used to seeing (as I’m more active) is @acourtofquestions I have a terrible habit of mixing up pages/conversations; so if ur going “who tagged me?” it’s just me lol)

[scatterbrainedbot]

are your rat sons rat sized after their mutation or person sized? somewhere in-between?

an excellent question! heres what im thinking:

so despite being exposed to the mutagen at exactly the same time as Splinter, i think it takes a few years for the boys to develop any physical signs of mutation (ie size or more humanoid proportions). instead they show more signs of mutation in their intelligence, rapidly developing skills in things like verbal (and non verbal) communication, problem-solving, recognition of themselves and the concept of other people, etc etc.

basically they mentally develop like wickedly smart and chaotic little human toddlers, but in only-slightly-bigger-than-average rat bodies, up until theyre about two or so. then they start getting growth spurts. (yes this is largely because drawing tiny rat babies clamoring over an entirely unfazed happy turtle papa fills my heart with endless joy)

around age four ish is when i think theyre approaching like clearly anthropomorphized 'oh that is a child' status. theyre much smaller than a human kid their age would be, and they face a lot of mishaps in which they learn the hard way they can no longer squeeze through every tiny gap in sight (donnie def gets stuck inside serval appliances).

around seven ish they also cant all fit on splinters back at the same time anymore :(

now, while this is very much an Alternate Universe and not really gonna be more than vaguely parallel to the '03 verse, it is born of the 03 verse, and one of my favorite things of '03 is how those boys feel like absolutely massive tanks of turtles that are in fact hilariously miniature whenever on screen next to any average sized human person. in a similar vein, no one in this house is getting even close to 6ft. short kings all around.

so the answer i suppose is, eventually, mostly human sized, just very short human sized!

[erinwantstowrite]

he's my spirit animal

he's mine too. he didn't have to slay so hard but he also did because selina would never be caught dead with a protégé that doesn't have a great outfit and a snarky attitude

[ccycloneblogging]

Okay,, is there a possibility that AJ catnap sleeps like this sometimes

@crazycakeparrotart

Ooooooh Cake~!

[dragonpyre]

First responder batfam au??

Any headcannons ur willing to serve up yet??

I'm so glad you asked.

Ok, SO!

Basically, it starts cuz Jason realizes he wants to be legally alive again, and struggles to think of a job he'd do well at and actually enjoy. Decides on firefighting cuz that way he can still help people and not do the long form corporate desk bullshit Tim does. So he signs up and gets in.

Firefighter calendar time rolls around and he's SO excited. Except because of his extensive scarring he's not allowed to participate. Steph goes "skill issue" and signs up JUST so she can be in the calendar while Jason can't. He is endlessly bitter about this.

Cass enlists because I don't think she actually has a job??? Just living on Wayne family money and ass kicking. She and Jason are paired together as heavy weight rescue while Steph is paramedic.

Meanwhile Tim is like "actually corporate work sucks ass" and joins the call center. He also makes a back door for the bats to listen in on all the calls. Yes Oracle already did this, but this takes up less ram space.

And Dick is still a cop.

[brucewaynehater101]

Dick, suffering from eldest daughter syndrome and tired of Bruce’s shit: everyone’s always talking bout how Bruce Wayne gives people job security bc he’s always hiring and what not but nobody ever talks about the job security Batman is giving therapists worldwide bc everyone Batman comes into contact with ends up soul deep trauma that’ll take yrs to recover from.

Batman: hm.

Dick: that sound alone has been brought up in five different therapy sessions

Goon: "And what does that even mean? 'Hm?' What am I supposed to get from that?"

Therapist: "You're awfully focused on that one sound."

Goon: "Then you tell me what it means! Was he angry? Was he laughing at my fear? Did the entire interaction make him bored?"

Therapist: "Unfortunately, there's no real way to know."

Goon: "I just want to stop waking up screaming to the sound 'hm'!!!"

[last-starry-sky]

Looked at your kinktober list and maybe this idea will stick. For morning sex I just have this cute idea of a lazy morning with your boyfriend (maybe Gaz or Johnny). And you're just hanging out having some tea or coffee. The laziest of mornings really.

I just picture you trying to play your switch or video game. Maybe Stardew Valley or Animals Crossing and they start going down on you. Except they tell you to keep playing.

kinktober day 24 - morning sex

soap x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.4k (!!!), established relationship, tooth-rotting domestic fluff, I don't play Stardew Valley so lmk if I got anything very wrong, oral, implied multiple orgasms.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

You loved mornings like this: sleeping until the intense morning light pouring through your lacy white curtains forced you up and out of bed. You had tried to roll your back to the window, only to fall against the large, sleeping form of your boyfriend.

You smiled, remembering how he had blown in last night, showing up at your door dead on his feet, hollow and hallowed looking. There had been no time for questions. You simply ushered him into your bedroom, managing to pull off his boots before letting him fall into the soft, pillowy heaven of your bed. 

You let yourself look at his peaceful face. His hair had grown longer and scraggly, his mohawk faded out from lack of upkeep, and a prominent stubble occupied his jaw, making him look so much older. You ran a light hand through the tips of his hair, praying it didn’t wake him. He was sleeping hard, and from the bags under his eyes, he needed it badly. So you turned away, shuffling out from under your down blanket and the lovely little pocket of warmth you had created in it. 

You tried to begin your normal morning routine: breakfast, coffee, shower, workout, etc. You stretched up, toes curling in your slippers, as you shifted back and forth on your toes in the kitchen, trying to will yourself forward. Letting your arms fall back down, you gave in. It wasn’t everyday your boyfriend dropped back into your life, you should take advantage and enjoy it while you could. 

Decision made, you shuffled over to make yourself a cup of tea: steamy, herbal, and with plenty of honey. You hoped the smell wouldn’t wake him. Padding back into the bedroom, you found it didn’t matter. Johnny cracked open his eyes as you entered. They were still as sweet and blue as you remembered. He had rolled over, one of your pillows now crushed between his chest and bicep.

“Mornin’ baby,” you cooed softly, stepping out of your slippers and crawling back into bed.

“Morn’,” he grunted. The singular syllable sounding rough in his throat. “Wha’s’at?” he asked, head following you as you arranged yourself to sit up against your pillows.

“Tea,” you responded, taking a sip. “Want some?”

Words failing him, he answered by unwrapping his arm from the pillow braced to his chest and reaching over. You placed the warm cup, suddenly so small, in his massive hand. You worried about him spilling hot, sugary, liquid all over your bed until he propped himself up with his other arm to take a long, noisy gulp, followed by a satisfied groan.

You let him enjoy the rest of the tea, which he did. You had other things to occupy yourself with. You reached over to your side table and grabbed your phone and Switch off their chargers. You did your usual quick morning scroll through social media: checked in on your family and friends, looked at some cool crafts, and saved a few videos to watch later if your lazy butt ever made it out of bed.

The one thing you didn’t do was pester Johnny with questions. He was barely awake now, eyes mostly open but content to snuggle up against your side, sipping his tea occasionally while you switched between apps on your phone. Whatever situation had taken him away from you this time was over, but had spit him out rougher than you’d ever seen. Mentally and physically, he looked like what he needed most was sleep and a shower, possibly followed by more sleep and then a meal.

“Mind if I play?” you asked, looking over at him, turning on your Switch. You clicked the volume almost all the way down as the screen lit up your face. 

He shook his head, gulping down the last of his tea. He put the cup on the table behind him. Turning back, he removed his stolen pillow to wrap his arm around your waist. He made himself comfortable, pressing his head to your arm while you waited for your game to load.

Soon enough, the little speakers were piping out the soothing, woodwind notes of the opening theme as the title screen dropped in over the pixel mountains. You smiled, thinking of all the things you had planned for your little farm, the townsfolk you needed to deliver things too, and your animals-

“You playin’ t’ chicken game again?” Johnny mumbled as you loaded in, your little farmer shifting out of bed fully dressed, sprinting off, ready to start her day. You couldn’t relate. 

“Yeah,” you answered, letting him pull you further and further down until he was nuzzling your neck with his prickly stubble. “Want-” you laughed, letting your console fall out of your hand as he kissed at whatever skin he could reach, arms wrapping you up tighter and tighter. “Want me to show you all of them?” Johnny didn’t show much interest to any other part of your farm beside your chicken coop and “the little apple guys” as he called the junimos. “I have a blue one now,” you said proudly as you walked over to your coop to let all of them out for the day.

He didn’t answer you, simply humming as he slid his body down the bed and under the comforter. He pushed your legs open to lay between them, a satisfied little moan falling from his mouth when he settled into your warmth. You shivered at the feeling of having his weight on you again, his hands gripping into your thighs as he kissed at your stomach, all while you were trying to concentrate on harvesting your crops.

“J-johnny,” you gasped as he rucked your nightgown up to plant tickling kisses down your navel. He moaned as he crossed down onto your mons, your little hairs now prickling his lips. You managed to pause your game, lifting up the covers to ask him what he was planning to do while suffocating under there.

“Don’t mind me, lovie,” he said looking up at you, that once lost, impish, sparkle now back in his eye. He pushed your hand away, making the white blanket fall back over his head. “Go back t’ your game. Gotta give some love t’ my best girl,” he said with a kiss to your needy, leaking pussy. “Gone so long without her,” he finished with a deep groan.

You clutched your Switch to your chest, determined not to lose it in the bed during sex again, a moan caught behind your hand. Your boyfriend didn’t wait another second to dive in, pulling open your outer folds to lap at your slick, moaning and rolling his hips into the mattress. He was just as desperate as you were. Maybe just as close.

It was embarrassing how quick he pulled you to the edge, suckling on your clit, his tongue pulsing little flicks across the delicate skin and teasing it with the hard edges of his teeth. He had your legs shaking against his back in less than a minute, cunt pulling tighter in anticipation. 

Oh, it was exquisite torture the way he played with you. Putting you just on the edge of heaven and keeping you there until you sobbed and begged. He liked you like that, liked you misty eyed, soft and trembling against your sheets. He’d mumble something disgusting down at you as he pulled himself over you, making sure to knock his hard, leaking cock against your over-sensitive mess of a pussy as he did. Your cheeks would burn, less from embarrassment and more from how badly you needed him, as you agreed to whatever depraved thing he wanted to hear before he buried himself in you. 

Fuck, just the thought of his cock had you wavering closer. You needed him. Needed to be filled with him. It had been too long. You had really missed him.

Neither of you ever lasted long after that, just as Johnny had you cumming now: sparks bubbling across your pussy as your clit throbbed in his mouth. You reeled back with a weak, thready moan, Johnny’s hands held your hips as you shook, not letting you pull away. He kept at it, sucking on you as your moans spooled on and on. 

“Johnny johnny johnny,” you whined, legs too heavy to move, brain too syrupy to form any other word besides his name. 

“Stop?” he hummed, lapping over your bud.

“Noooooo,” you keened, fingers grabbing at his overgrown hair, that sparkling feeling dancing just behind your skin again. 

“‘kay love,” he said diving back in, intent on bringing you as many orgasms as you damn well pleased this morning. It didn’t matter to him. He had a lot of lost time to make up for.

[juniper-clan]

i have to say i admire how much love and care youve put into this universe.. all the little details in this comic make it feel so fleshed out, and you put so much care into your characters, even the minor ones . i love to see the things from other media that you draw inspiration from for your cats its so wonderful idk i just love to see someone with a keen eye for art in all its forms ;_; and i was floored by death grips in the last moon lmfao

Thank you so much! This is an incredibly sweet ask.

I am a huge art lover and find a lot of inspiration from movies and music (me liking Death Grips is the ultimate jump scare) -- but I do think a lot of inspiration can be found in unusual sources.

Off the top of my head ... Magazine covers from the Victorian to WWII era and propaganda posters are great for color theory, and I reference them constantly. (I have a huge book on every cover of the Saturday Evening Post's 70+ year runtime)

I just woke up from a 12 hour sleep so this ask probably won't make much sense or it will have a lot of nonsequitors BUT I encourage everyone to look at old art, advertisements, music, and movies for inspiration. Stray from modernity, just a little.

Heronstar wouldn't be the character she is if it wasn't for the American noir / neo-noir concept of the femme fatale (largely Evelyn Mulwray a la Chinatown and Rachael a la Bladerunner)

[verysmallcyborg]

mental image received loud and clear 👍

OOOUIHSDUFGHWBGJHSDFGJWNKJSDFG???????? I'M WEEPING INTO MY HANDS!!! I'M JOPPING AND POPPING AND DOING LAPS AROUND THE APARTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY'RE SO CUTE I'M SOBBING..... THANK U FOR BRINGING THE MENTAL IMAGE TO LIFE GHOSTS........ ;___; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OUGH fornax is so shaped.... i love their happy expression and the TAIL WAGS!!! COMICALLY TINY STOOL!!! and her little orange floral shorts..... i'm in tears i'm going to stare at this forever [inserting 500 crying cat pics with hearts here]

[daily-dose-of-bucket]

Of course you receive a treat 11 days later because i was dead! Here, have some...

Instant miso soup (20 servings)! Sou's favorite! Or so I heard...

(Kanna tried to match your deer(i think?) energy with the power of cosplay)

[nekrosmos]

☕️ König headcanons

Oooooh thank you Anon, I love König very much <3

- The man is extremely capable in his work and has no problem leading a high risk mission, but the moment he's not working, his anxiety creeps back in. I think there's a huge difference between König and the man behind the name and mask. He feels safe and strong as König but as a civilian he hates how much he stands out, how much people are looking at him when he's outside, and he has a very lonely existence because of it.

-Where some other operators / characters wear masks for anonymity, König 100% wears his because it makes him feel confident, makes him feel intimidating and accentuates that König/The man behind distinction. Doesn't help that he's a pretty boy and that people used to not take him seriously because of it, thus leading him to wearing a mask.

- Ginger, 100%

- Struggles with mental health a lot, and I hc that someone important (family maybe?) gifted him that red bracelet from his arachnid skin. He seems like someone who would be close to their mom to me.

- Not really a hc but I just want the 141 to adopt him. I've seen fanart of him and Gaz being friends and it melted my poor heart, and I think Price should take him on a fishing trip someday.

NSFW below, in case you don't want to read

- Subby top, the man wants, NEEDS to be told what to do in bed. He's not very experienced and fumbles a lot through the act, but has a lot of energy and love to give. He's into wearing lingerie but feels extremely ashamed of it, thinks he's too big and manly for it. He'd need a partner to guide him, tell him what to do, treat him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world, reassure him and praise him while he's ravaging said partner. Big guy.

Have a little screenshot edit of him

[akkivee]

is the number 11 important to samatoki bc 11/11 feels very specific for a birthday i feel like you would know

it feels important but i don’t think it’s a date that has any relevance in japan other than it being cool lol. i personally always assumed it had something to do with ore-sama samatoki-sama da lol that king talk part of his personality being lowkey symbolised in his birthdate

but while looking up important dates in japan, apparently two different beauty companies registered 11/11 as beautiful eyelashes day in japan and i think that would be so fcking funny if that was why samatoki was given 11/11 as his birthday as king of the lash game in this franchise LOL

[coryothesub]

I don't want it, I need it! Coryo who is obsessed with the reader's nipple piercings

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / dom!reader

This was literally Coryo's happiest day ever. Well at least in a long time. 

He hadn't been allowed to play with your titties for a few months, but it seemed like a hundred years for him, because he loved those titties more than anything.

You had told him you'd got something very special for your boobies and he had to wait until you revealed the surprise. The boy suspected what it was but he let you be secretive about it, because it just added to his excitement.

Finally the day had come and he was sitting on your bed waiting for the great reveal.

“I'm gonna show you something now, but you have to be careful,” you warned. “If you get too excited you might hurt me accidentally and then it would take extra time for it to heal.”

Coryo nodded. He had sworn himself to be as gentle as possible.

You unbuttoned your cardigan and he noticed right away that there was something different about your nipples under the soft cotton bralette that you were wearing. 

The boy perked up waiting for the moment you finally pulled the bralette over your head and your lovely tits fell out of it revealing a pair of pretty little nipple piercings adorned with tiny crystal blings on the sides.

Coryo's breath hitched at the sight alone. He wasn't really a piercing person but he had to admit your tits looked hella good.

You crawled into bed with him and he rushed to cup your breasts in his hands marveling at the pretty shiny jewelry reflecting in the afternoon sun.

“Can I…?” Coryo licked his lips and you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Yes, just be careful.”

The boy nodded enthusiastically and wrapped his lips around your nipple, making you shiver at the feeling. This was a whole new sensation for you. Not only his tongue teasing your soft skin and the usual coolness you felt as the air met with his saliva. Oh no, you discovered a whole new set of sensations as his lips and tongue were playing with the delicate metal pierced through one of the most sensitive spots in your body.

You felt his excitement growing as he moved over to your other breast, sucking hungrily and desperately, his whole body aching for the sensations that had been denied to him for such a long time.

You knew he was curious how it would be to add some teeth and pull on your piercings a bit harsher but he knew he had to behave and obey your warnings. Hurting you was the last thing he wanted.

Coryo kept sucking on your boobie, gently squeezing the other one in his hand and a soft moan escaped your lips as you felt wetness pooling up in your panties.

Desperate to relieve the pressure you brought your hand down to your clit and started rubbing yourself, sinking the fingers of your free hand in his gorgeous curls and tugging on them gently.

“Babyboy, this feels so good,” you hummed blissfully, enjoying his mouth on you and your own ministrations below your waist.

“I like it… I like it a lot, mommy,” he replied before focusing on your breasts again.

“I need to fuck you now,” your voice got more commanding feeling that your own fingers wouldn't be enough to suit your needs.

“Uh-uh,” Coryo nodded and undressed himself quickly just to get back to playing with his shiny new toys as you lowered your aching pussy on his already hardened dick.

“Fuck!” you moaned, feeling that it wouldn't take long until you came undone.

“Am I making you feel good mommy?” Coryo batted his icy blue eyes at you while fidgeting your piercings in his slender fingers.

“So good, angel! You're perfect,” you mumbled between moans and pants while bouncing up and down his rock hard cock.

Pleasure took over your body as you felt him sucking on your titties with even more enthusiasm and his tip hitting against the most sensitive spot inside your cunt.

“I'm gonna…” you didn't manage to finish the sentence as you came all over his cock coating it in your juices.

Coryo moaned against your nipple feeling his own release approaching and in a few moments you felt his hot load filling up your pussy as his member twitched violently against your walls.

“So… Do you like my new jewelry?” you asked teasingly as you both were coming down from your heights.

““Like” does not cover it. I'm obsessed!”

Something about his tone was telling you that you were gonna have a lot more fun that evening.