#Ty for the ask!! :3

[elkkiel]

hiii i would like to ask 21, 29 and 34 if its ok!

hello eggy friend!! it's good to have you here 🩷🩷

artist ask game

21: What do you think your art style would taste like?

ooooooo this one is tough! I go for sweetish vibes, like a tiramisu with extra coffee iykwim. but I reblogged a thing last month (one of those "what is prev..." poll things) and was told by a few people it tastes savoury! so maybe we'll go for salted 70% dark chocolate? idk let me know your thoughts @ anyone reading this

29: Do you use a lot of references when drawing?

Absolutely, to the degree that I would have been bullied by the mid-2010s art community for it. Like I've talked about it before, but I genuinely don't think there's any problem with compositing/tracing a basic "skeleton" for your sketch from a photo. It's a legit technique a lot of industry professionals use, and as long as you're transformative with it, who cares? It still takes skill to make that shit look good lol

Here's a super quick example of my process below (I don't do this with my cats normally, I just use references by sight. this was just the thing I could draw super quick for u lol)

if that makes sense?

34: What's something you still like from your old art?

Answered that one here! (my line art, while not up to my current standards, is cute for the time lol)

[bronzetomatoes]

🎧

High and Dry - Radiohead

"You'd kill yourself for recognition / Kill yourself to never, ever stop"

[large-baguette-112]

:O

Aww :3

Okay okay, 10 and 16

:333

also ooh these are tough ones

for 10, i cant really think of any facts that people wouldn't believe. maybe that i dont watch anime? a lot of people i know say i look like I'd watch anime but i dont, very entertaining to me

as for 16, what i think makes me attractive? honestly i dont. really think about that LMAO

id like to think i have a pretty nice attitude about things though! maybe my open mindedness. my ✨humor✨ iunno! im just a lil guy makin it through :]

[merge-conflict]

Can you tell me more about Goro and Valentine ??? What's their ship dynamic like ???

Yes!!

In short, both Goro and Valentine are Good Dogs, and loyal to a fault. Two people who are bound and obligated to do their jobs well, even if they're sometimes treated like shit.

They have that Forbidden Romance™️ going on– as a full-time bodyguard, Goro isn't allowed to have relationships. This is a little more nuanced after the game events where they're both back working at Arasaka, as Saburo doesn't really need a bodyguard in the same way, but Hanako holds him to the same standards when he's doing work for her. Conversely, Valentine is just Some Guy at Arasaka, and most importantly is supposed to be proving that having Johnny in her brain doesn't secretly make her a traitor.

Otherwise, their relationship is very solidly a power couple. They work well together and trust each other's judgment and cues and sense of humor. Funnily enough they're used to being the one who takes care of other people so sometimes they have to swap off who is tenderly holding the other's face in their hands and reassuring the other that they are doing it right. A couple of trusted, strong right hands hiding goofy dorkish and utterly sincere centers that makes them just the most disgusting pair of romantics. But their dedication to each other isn't quite enough for them to want to break free from Arasaka... their sense of loyalty is their weakness as well as their strength.

[emevergreen]

lapsang souchong and green for khed'a! :)

Lapsang Souchong: If your OC was a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Pine, Jasmine & Rose, or sage, lavender & ginger root :) A candle with his vibes would have earthy/floral notes with a little sharp/spicy note.

Green: What is your OC’s favorite piece of clothing?

The answer is probably his green cotton chasuble, but any of these looks of his among his personal favorites :3 He likes wearing deep greens/blues, also looks very good in red. He usually wears gloves or something covering his forearms. His favorite gloves are the orison fingerless gloves. They also like necklaces, little scarves, and neckties when it suits the look :3

[freak-vy]

Just checking in on my favorite Edvy writer, how’s your classes going?

Hey! I'm doing good haha. Classes and work have been kicking my ass, but I'm alive I swear XD

[6ftkyle]

15 23 77 78 kyman!!

15 - Who's into Eurovision?

i think they both are. cartman, no hesitation. the big numbers, the dramatics, the excuse to be overly critical and bitchy?

kyle, he says hes watching to be wordly, to take in other cultures buuuut.... he also enjoys being overly critical and bitchy. they watch together and rip on as many little things as they can.

23 - Which of the two would you rather team up with for a game of laser tag?

oh cartman. im also out of shape, i think kyle would be up my ass about not playing hard enough, so cartman and i would just get some shitty laser tag nachos and find some way to cheat

77 - Who’s more likely to execute their threats?

i know its such a copout to say both but like. cartmans out there completing elaborate schemes to exact revenge and kyle if he threatens to kick your ass, he will kick your ass. i wouldnt want to piss off either one of them. i guess cartman is just slightly more likely? hes more willing to make threats, thats for sure.

78 - Who has the more embarrassing Spotify Wrapped? + Give a run-down of each character’s Spotify Wrapped, in as much or little detail as you want.

kyyyllleeeee. cartmans spotify wrapped is like pop top 40s hits, which i guess is kind of embarrassing if someone's small minded about what ~boys~ should be listening to or if they're concerned with being "basic" but kyle?

kyle listens to absolute noise. like real crunchy crusty fast paced miserable noise. he says its because it forces him tune it out and focus even harder on what hes doing (homework, driving, what have you) but its like. nightcore layered over heavy construction asmr at 500% speed and whatever equivalents you can listen to on spotify.

anyway, at least cartman's wrapped is like. real music people listen to on a regular basis.

[bogglle]

I LOVE YOUR FORD so anything w him!! (Congrats on 8k!!!)

he's so babygirl

[emahriel]

I am losing my mind. source: x

[demonic0angel]

Normal City spirit Danny except villain attacks are pretty much like horrific migraines or something for the poor dude. So basically he becomes Gotham's warning system. Like it takes a while for people to realize they've got their own mothman now except theirs is a white haired boy who looks like he's going through hell.

(At this rate, I should publish this lmaooo. A series of short events where Gotham Spirit City Danny watches over random Gothamites. It gets long 💀. Also, cw: kidnapping and physical violence towards a minor at the end)

Joel the gas station employee eyed the homeless looking teen that was across the store. Said teen was staring at a pack of yogurt covered pretzels, looking dazed as he just stared mindlessly.

Joel wanted to ask if he was actually alive, but decided not to, since this was Gotham and everyone was crazy.

He continued to count the coins in the tip jar, but out of the blue, he heard a voice.

“You should go to the back room.”

Joel looked up. “Sorry?”

The teen stared at him with bright blue eyes like glowing stars. In fact, he kind of looked like he belonged to the Waynes. But that wasn’t possible, because Joel didn’t recognize him at all.

Unless he was new? But surely not… Bruce Wayne usually gave some warning before. And this kid looked homeless.

“You should go to the back room,” the boy said again.

They stared at each other. Then Joel nodded stiffly and went. He wasn’t about to question the sudden order. Not in Gotham. But before he could leave entirely, the teen called out again, “I like your pin.”

Joel turned again slowly. “What?”

“I like your pin,” the boy said, pointing to the pin in Joel’s apron that said, ‘he/him motherfucker’ over a trans flag.

Joel blinked and then smiled. “Thanks!”

The boy gave a small smile back and waved a hand for him to shoo. Joel raised an eyebrow in exasperation but nodded and moved.

Just as he ducked behind the counter to move to the back room, there was a commotion and a sudden eruption of noise and gunshots nearby. It was clearly some sort of robbery, since there was a pretty successful bodega nearby that was run by an asshole. Several bullets hit the glass of the gas station window, striking exactly where Joel was standing just moments ago.

Joel’s jaw dropped.

When he looked back at the shelves, the kid was gone and so was the bag of pretzels. The perfect amount of pay was left on the counter. Extra tips included.

————

Lina stared at the boy who was sitting on the swing. However, he wasn’t swinging, just staring at the night sky.

When she looked up to see what he was looking at, she saw a surprisingly clear sky with sparkling stars. She watched in wonder for a moment before she looked away.

Lina wasn’t supposed to be outside right now, but her friend had told her that there was a cat that wandered around the playground at night. Lina had wanted to see it, so she snuck out. Now she kind of regretted it, being so cold while it was night. But since she was already out, she was determined to wait for the cat to come out.

“Mister,” Lina said, because her mom always told her to be polite, “Are you going to swing?”

The boy turned to her and then asked, “Want me to push you?”

Lina perked up and nodded. They switched places and the boy pushed her on the swing gently. He didn’t push her as high as he could’ve, but she didn’t mind. She was still waiting for the cat. Lina told the teen as such, and he smiled at her gently, freckles across his face glowing ever so slightly like stars whenever her flying shadow passed over his face.

“That’s nice, Lina. I’m sure it’ll come soon.”

And sure enough—

“Meow!”

“Kitty!” Lina called, and she jumped off the swing in her excitement. But before she could crash onto the ground, she was plucked from the air and gently deposited onto a flat surface. Lina turned to thank the boy, her heart pounding, but when she whirled around, he was gone.

She blinked. Where was he?

Something soft brushed against her legs and she looked down, where an orange tabby was rubbing against her ankles, mewing softly for attention.

She pet the cat for a little while. A feeling washed over her, like a gentle call from her mom to come home, and Lina said goodbye to the cat and turned back to the empty playground.

“Thank you, mister!” She called. She knew it was him who had brought the cat here. A feeling like fondness washed over her again and Lina skipped all the way back home. Her mom was still asleep and the TV was still playing, but things were good. Lina crawled into her mom’s arms and slept the entire night away, dreaming of cats and stars.

————

Elizabeth sighed as she tried to straighten her poor back. Ever since last year, her bones seemed to be feeling weaker and weaker by the day. She suddenly missed her husband, when he would’ve held her hand and they would’ve walked to wherever their hearts lead them together.

She clutched her cane and started moving again.

“Excuse me,” a voice called. “Do you need some help?”

She turned and stared at a young man. He looked scruffy and somewhat dubious, but Elizabeth had an excellent judge of character. In his eyes was a sort of kindness that she hadn’t seen in a long time.

She nodded. “Please. I’m trying to get to my doctor’s appointment.”

He tilted his head but reached out to steady her gently. Together, they walked slowly as he supported her. “Why not call for a taxi, ma’am?”

“It’s not dependable,” she said. “And I cannot get off or on easily. It’s easier to walk.”

That was a lie, but what could she do? She was too tired and too weak to call for a taxi and exit on and off of it by herself.

The young man nodded. “I see. Where’s your doctor appointment, ma’am?”

She pointed to the direction and together they walked. At first, it was pleasantly silent, but she eventually asked, “Tell me about yourself, son.”

The young man laughed lightly. “There’s not much to know. I’m just someone who’s trying to get by and help others.”

“That’s a good cause, sonny. This world could always use more kindness,” she patted his hand with her crooked fingers and he gave her a small and brilliant smile.

“I’m glad. I hope to make a difference every day.” She was focused on their feet as she tried to keep steady as to not inconvenience her helper. “Oh look,” he suddenly said, “we’re here.”

She looked up and true to his word, they were in front of the clinic she used for checkups. She blinked.

She was old, but surely she wasn’t old enough to hallucinate, was she? How on earth had they gotten here so fast?

She wasn’t able to question it as the young man led her inside. Elizabeth confirmed the appointment and she had expected him to leave once he had completed his task, but he stayed with her throughout. He sat down with her in the waiting room and they chatted about anything and everything under the sun.

Elizabeth had no children and no siblings. Her husband had died and her friends were also getting old. She was lonely, but this young man was accompanying her throughout the appointment and she felt endlessly grateful that Gotham City had not snuffed out another bright light just yet.

When she was called in, the young man still followed her inside and talked to her physician for her.

She was suddenly reminded of her father, who had died when she was 42. Her father had done everything he could to provide for her and her mother until he died from murder. She was starkly reminded of his protection and how she had mourned it when it was lost.

Elizabeth felt for the first time in a long time, like she was a young girl being protected by her father again.

When the appointment was over and Elizabeth was prescribed new medications, she was led outside by the young man again.

“Thank you so much, dear,” she said, a little teary eyed, “I appreciate the company and the help.”

The young man guided her to her apartment and said, “I’m just doing whatever I can as one person in this world. It’s the only thing I can do, y’know?”

They parted on good terms and it was only later as she sat in her home, that she realized that she had never asked for his name.

There was nothing to remember that kind young man by other than her waning memory and his act of kindness.

In her pocket, however, was a mysterious card for a free taxi service funded by Wayne Enterprises.

————

Tom and his friends were playing a game of heroes, with Red Hood as the hero and the other Bats as the villains. Tom was lucky enough to win the game of rock-paper-scissors and was Red Hood, valiant and brave with a pair of guns in order to protect Crime Alley.

“Alright, Batman!” Tom crowed. “This’s the end of the line for you!”

Maria, the only girl of the group, glared at him theatrically and flapped the ends of the jacket tied around her neck. “Red Hood, I’ll defeat you! For Justice!”

She waved her hand and their friends, who filled in the place of the other Bats, rushed at Tom with a war cry. Tom grinned and ran away from them with a loud laugh.

They passed through several alleys in their game of play, passing by no one but a boy with black hair and a girl with red hair. Tom didn’t really pay attention, just trying not to be tagged. But it didn’t matter, because no matter what, Red Hood was always able to get away and save the day!

Tom cheered as he pretended to shoot the Bats with his toy guns that he got for Christmas last year, and his friends all groaned and pretended to die dramatically. George, who was playing Red Robin, engaged in a fake battle with him as the others laughed and watched.

Tom was completely enthralled in their pretend play, when he suddenly froze with the sound of a car door being opened far too close and the sound of footsteps.

Oh no. Tom immediately grabbed at George and they were bolting down the streets they came from. They ran like their lives depended on it, because it quite literally did. But it was too late. Davis, one of the slower runners, was captured.

Tom turned and gasped at the sight of Davis struggling and kicking within the hold of a trafficker. “No! Get away from him!”

“Get the kids!” The man shouted as Davis screamed, and they all screamed as more men rushed into the alleys to grab them.

Tom screamed for Red Hood, Batman, anybody and popped off his fake guns. It did nothing but make loud sounds from the tiny amounts of gunpowder in it that Tom was saving. Still, he needed to do something. The sounds didn’t scare the men as they grabbed at him next.

Tom scratched and bit and struggled, but it was useless as he was hauled into the back of the van. Even as he knocked against the van’s door, making even louder noises to draw attention, it was hopeless as he was tossed inside. Jim, the smallest member of their group, was crying and Maria was knocked out, slumped next to a shuddering George. Alan and Davis were also captured and they were trembling.

There were also two other people, one with black hair and one with red hair. They seemed angry, and the teenage boy seemed especially cold while the young woman looked furious.

Tom glared at the traffickers. “You won’t get away with this! Red Hood is going to kill you!”

After all, Red Hood hated anyone who hurt kids. With him in Crime Alley, kids were now secure and safe under his protective wings.

Tom was immediately backhanded. He fell back, pain bursting from his cheek and he whimpered, tears in his eyes. Alan grabbed at him worriedly and pulled him away from the traffickers’ hands.

“Shut up, brat! Just wait and see! The Red Hood ain’t shit in these parts!” Then the door of the van closed. Tom and George lunged forward to bang on the door to no avail.

“Red Hood! Red Hood!! Help!”

As the van began to move, Tom choked back his tears. No, he couldn’t cry.

He was Red Hood for today. He was supposed to be brave.

Maria woke up then and started crying. The sound set off the other kids and Tom barely resisted crying too. Suddenly, the woman with red hair in the corner of the van opened up her arms. “Shh, shhh, come here.”

Realizing that there were adults in the situation, Jim and Maria went into her arms. She rubbed their heads and soothed them softly. Alan and George looked at her and the boy next to her with hope.

“Hey! Can’t you get us out?” George asked urgently.

The woman shook her head, but gave a small smile. “We’ll be okay. You just have to have hope.”

Tom bristled, scared for his life and irritated by the presence of other adults. His tears hadn’t fallen yet, but it was a very close thing. “So you don’t have anything? Figures.”

The boy spoke up, “Red Hood will come get you. You’ll be just fine.”

Tom looked down at the dirty floor of the van. How could he believe that now? He wanted to believe it, but what would he do if it was only false hope? If he and his friends got hurt, it would’ve been his fault because he was the one who led them too far away from home.

The boy gave a small smile, similar to the woman next to him. In fact, they were both weirdly comforting and familiar, like old family friends. He opened up his own arms and said, “Come here.”

Tom inched closer and leaned against him, as George and Alan also came closer. Davis squished himself between the two and all of them were being comforted by the two older people. Tom sniffed, and the teen started talking in a comforting tone, rubbing at his back.

“You’ll be okay. Close your eyes. When you wake up, Red Hood will be here to save you… that’s it. It’s alright, we’re here to protect you. Gotham City is on your side, little ones….”

When Tom snapped awake, he was shocked to find himself being held and carried by Red Hood. “Red Hood?!”

Tom startled, but the Red Hood just readjusted his grip and said, “Careful, kid. Your friends are over there.”

Tom leaned over Red Hood’s broad shoulders and looked for his friends. True to his words, they were next to Batman and the other Bats and Birds. Maria was being held by Batgirl and excitedly gesturing, while his other friends were chattering away to Batman, who was smiling.

Red Hood began to approach them.

“You did good,” Red Hood suddenly said. Tom looked up at him and the Red Hood tilted his helmet downwards at him. “You made a ruckus and got my attention. Good job.”

Tom looked guiltily down at his hands. “No… I was the one who led my friends too far… I got us captured.”

“It’s not your fault,” Red Hood said. “You’re not to blame because some sick ass— er, some sick jerks decided to take kids. You did good and that’s final.” He ruffled Tom’s hair.

Tom giggled and then nodded, chest warm. He couldn’t believe he was meeting his idol and was saved by him too! Then he asked, looking around for the woman with red hair and the other teen, “Where’re the other two?”

“Other two?” Red Hood asked curiously. “We only saw you six kids alone in the van.”

Tom paused for a moment and then shook his head. “Never mind. Musta been my imagination.”

Gotham City was a mysterious place. Who was Tom to question it?

However, he still silently thanked the two strangers. He was sure that they had been the ones to help them.

Some distance away, two spirits stood on the roof of a nearby building and watched the commotion.

“It’s a good thing we were able to find Jason in time, huh, Jazz?”

“Mhm. I’m glad those kids are going to be okay. Thank goodness the Bats responded in time.”

“Of course. With my protection and your help, we’ll help them save this city. So…. Meet up next week?”

“Yep! See you then, Danny!”

[knifvd]

🔥🔥

🔥 ONE. i know i say to practice reblog KARMA , and i can understand not wanting to send something in , so going to the source and reblogging it , but repeatedly going to the source and reblogging something instead of like ... idk , just sending one in ... ? why are you even here ? like lmao ? especially if it's someone i don't interact with ? it just kicks me in the stomach like , why do you even bother at that point i'd rather you unfollow me than see you do that multiple times .

🔥 TWO. i've said it once but if you really base who you write with off their graphics , that's really PATHETIC . a writer's worth isn't determined by their subscription to photoshop . i've noticed that a lot of people won't write with people who don't have the "best" graphics , or those that follow the aesthetic that might be in right now , but i also notice people who have the SAME aesthetics tend to have the same flat muses . :)

𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙊𝙋𝙐𝙇𝘼𝙍 𝙊𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎. 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.

[neapoliting]

hrm... for the drawing reqs you should draw a season 1 ninjago character, pre-horrors shenanigans perhaps

no horrors just 3 weird roommates who just met each other

[merge-conflict]

heretic pride calls to me and i'd love to hear more about it pls and ty :3c

Yesss, thank you! I already talked about it here, but don't worry there is more...

This is definitely a turning point for the entire fic, for a number of reasons:

This is Valentine's final POV chapter. It's just Johnny Silverhand show after this

After the events of the parade she breaks with Goro for the first time since they've agreed to be partners

This is where they face an Arasaka and remember their romance is a tragedy

The damage from the relic has affected V enough so that when she IS back in control she's very obviously decaying

And a snippet from my "outline":

And then has a real bad attack. A Real Bad One. Disoriented, in pain. She sticks around too long and Oda comes. She can barely get up. They talk, argue a bit, he slams her head against a wall and that’s when things get Ugly with her. She patches him through to Goro, who by that time has found Hanako. They bicker, Oda threatens to kill V and Goro immediately gets nasty, and Oda backs down although he’s not happy about it. That’s when V starts getting patchy, and Johnny is musing for longer paragraphs, and V doesn’t realize she’s blanking out. Johnny’s not in control, but neither is V. Goro immediately knows something is wrong– since Hanako is at least listening (she could tell Oda to be hostile but does not. she’s curious about V. she’s noticed the relic (it hurts)) he does crouch next to her and try to help. But she doesn’t want to look at him. She uses him to hold herself up– it’s the best she can manage but everything is falling apart and she won’t look at him. MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH HANAKO AND DRAWING HER FULL ATTENTION. just like saburo with goro. (know a sucker when you see one)

[reds-skull]

Could we possibly get Soap yelling at a recruit for trying to steal Ghosts mask, with Ghost in the background like that’s my mans.

Or something you want to do for shits and gigs because you can and it’s fun

Sorry this took a while, I kinda made a mini comic because, as you said, I can and it's fun lol

Thank you for the ask! This was quite fun to make haha

[smthaboutuss]

I kinda had this thought about Vox not rly remembering that he sold his soul bc he was in a rly weak state or smth and Alastor took advantage of that ,, here’s a quick comic (ooc)

[hootyhoowoo]

hi <3 for the doodle requests (!!! 👀): either the fluffiest binghe you can manage or sy!shen qingqiu with wavy/curly hair, please 🥺 i looove your art so much

Airplane must have messed w their shampoos again!!