#aimless answers

[aimless-aimz]

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i've had this in my askbox for a while and i was considering deleting it or ignoring it but you know what i'll let you see the light of day little one

[uncanny-tranny]

Please intentionally attempt to see the magic in everything. Everything is magic, even if you understand the "boring" reasons why things happen. Look at the magic in growing plants, the magic of your muscles flexing and retracting, the magic of your eyes and skull, the magic of a cat's purr.

It's all magic. Understanding the "why" is just understanding what makes things magical, it doesn't change that it's all significant and magic.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Going to get into the habit of carrying my journal everywhere w me bc I truly want to soak up every snapshot of this transitional period where I’m just a 22 year old girl finding my footing and the only thing I’m tied to are the decisions I make and the path I carve for myself

[canisalbus]

Have you ever done a line up of other dog breeds in your anthro style (not sure what word you use describe you humanoid pups!)

That would be super cool to see sometime!

I could try making something like that! It would be interesting to pick some breeds that won't be seen in Vaschete's original setting because of time period and geographical restrictions. Like xolo or shar pei and newer ones that would look sort of out of place in an early modern environment, like boston terrier.

[n0-eyed-girl]

There will be a video of a woman petting her dog and some man will earnestly decide to open the comment section and type, "Yet they won't give that same love to a guy."

Hey, your abrasive angst and resentment may be what's holding you back from meaningful connections with women! As it turns out, you don't know this lady at all! Her life doesn't impact yours. All it took was perceiving her gender for you to become provoked. That says something. Reevaluating your thought processes could prove fruitful.

[pieruru]

Draw both of the guys from YOUR 🫵 country.

I said they were going to be sloppy and bad (also bc im lowkey dying)

I LOVE Paraguay dont even joke lad!!!!

[necrotic-nephilim]

What are your opinions on Casstim?

i LOVE CassTim. i've actually written a CassTim fic that's mostly just fluff and smut, but i have a lot of ideas/thoughts about them that play with the more complicated aspects of them.

i'm of the opinion that Tim and Cass were a potential romance that DC left the door open for before Tim got adopted by Bruce. (and tbh, even after he got adopted there were certain interactions in Red Robin (2009) that felt romantically implied) a lot of their interactions have implied feelings on both sides so of all Batcest ships, i think this one has a *lot* of genuine canon backing despite it being one of the most underrated ships of the fandom.

the dynamic between Cass and Tim is really interesting to me because Tim doesn't want to be Batman in any capacity and thinks that goal is actually incredibly unhealthy and unachievable, whereas to Cass it's the thing she strives for the most and if anything she wants to be even more than that. (Batgirl (2000) #59 actually has a really interesting discussion about that and that whole post-War Games arc is fun for understanding how Tim and Cass feel about each other) so a lot of their interactions clash because of that and they can't always see eye to eye on what vigilante justice and Batman's vision should look like. their relationship with each other is always going to be dependant on their relationship with Bruce first, as well as the Batman mantle as a whole. so for them to love each other (which, they do without a doubt, romantic or not) they have to accept where they don't agree with each other.

there's such a gentleness to CassTim, i think? not because i think Cass (or Tim tbh) is gentle, but i think for the exact opposite reason. there is this fullness and drivenness in the way she loves and her undying devotion to them. she would do anything to protect her loved ones. and when you combine that with Tim, who's pretty self-sacrificial at his worst, you have some interesting conflict because they're both too-willing to die for the other. their lives are defined by violence, *especially* Cass', so for her to finally let herself be loved and protected by someone else as much as she loves others is something that simply makes me feral.

they've both been trained by Shiva, which i don't think gets explored enough because it's fun for exploring the way they fight and think in a fight being potentially similar. Cass is *far* smarter than anyone gives her credit for being, and has detective skills on par with Tim, in my opinion. they balance each other out in a lot of ways. they're two people who have *chosen* this fight more than a lot of the rest of the Batfamily. being Batgirl is so important to Cass and it's something she chose because of her desperate want to be good. and Tim chose to be Robin because he knew Gotham and Bruce needed that. while they don't always agree on it, i would argue Cass and Tim understand the nuances of the Batman mantle and what it represents deeper than almost anyone else. because of that i'm particularly interested in a future CassTim, where Cass becomes Batman and Tim is in a weird limbo where he wants to stop being a vigilante but can't seem to quite let go of the life and how they end up meeting in the middle of that. i think it could be really fun with a lot of complicated arguments between them that end in a slow burn romance.

idk man this is baseless rambling, but tldr i love them so dearly and there's so much that can be explored between them. also, i think TimKonCass should be a thing. i like KonCass more than most people do (why do y'all hate this ship it's so good pls hear me out-) and i think as a complicated weird throuple they'd be fun.

[theredstargalaxy]

Word 3!

Wonder.

Wonder? Well, that's something this world is definitely full of. The seven wonders of the world, the 'wonderful' world of Disney, the Wonder Years. You know...I wonder who you are. Who sends us these word prompts?

[unexpectedbrickattack]

talks about my own damn post in your inbox i guess but i think a good part of the bros' trusting peppino is like. pizzahead can so easily buy out or win over basically anyone who stands against him and peppino is like the ONE guy they knew for sure that wasn't gonna happen with. he might not have cared/known about their plight, but he also didn't seem to have any ulterior motives that would make their lives more hell if he got the treasures, so that was...really as much as they could ask for given the circumstances

I like the idea of this 🤔 Like maybe there were other people theyve seen immediately take the money, like randos but also some of the bosses. So their only hope was someone who wasnt going to be talked or bribed into leaving this tower alone. I can see ph still trying to buy his way into peppinos restaurant, even towards the end…like ouuuh…fat and rude italian man…i dont HAVE to explode this shop, i can just buy it 🥺🥺🥺 please let me buy it 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 pwease…..🥺 and peppino is so fucking determined to just smash everything into oblivion that that simply isnt an acceptable offer. Get ur ass beat. That is the only acceptable offer. And u know what? John will definitely put the small amount of faith he has in this man bc of it.

[magnifiico]

How would Magnifico feel if he met another magic-user? Since magic appeared to be forbidden in the kingdom of Rosas (used by another other than him), does he view other magic-users with suspicion? How did he come to learn magic to begin with? Did he learn it purely for pragmatic reasons (i.e., it could serve as a useful tool to further his ambitions) or was there ever any sense of wonder?

@seaprofound || thank you for these great questions! :)

magnifico has a particular rule against magic users within his own kingdom because he wants to be the one sorcerer and therefore the one person his people can rely on (alongside amaya, of course; she handles most of the... diplomatic aspects while mags is over here messing around with magic like he's a kid playing with legos lbr). when it comes to magic-users in other kingdoms, he's not bothered; most of the time, he's intrigued and also cautious, but as long as he can manage an alliance with that kingdom... he doesn't fear them treading on his toes—

and hey, if they dare to tread on his toes...? he has that book of forbidden magic for a reason ;) we know he's not above using it :D shakes him shakes him shakes him shakes hi-

the learning of magic was definitely spurred by the devastation of his original kingdom (what @howthesleeplesswander and i named Primevère), but before that ever happened, mags has always been intrigued by it. y'see, the problem is that before reality punched him in the face and made him get his life together, he never had a real "drive" to push him to pursue anything earnestly. unfortunately, it took the passing of his family and the destruction of Primevère to wake him up (wake him up inside) and really get him to dig in and do something—which, as we all know, is dedicate himself wholly and completely to learning the thing he was... ehhhh... too lazy to commit to beforehand

as far as how he learned magic: all self-taught. lots of poring over tomes he found (both in libraries of neighboring kingdoms and in some fun ancient ruins he got to explore owo/), experimentation, and plenty of "wow i definitely almost just blew myself up there" moments. but he's done it! so it all ended up working out for him in the end, yeah? c:

[jayesprite]

ok this is a stretch and I don't blame you if you like don't think about them ever but with that being said Any headcannons for the exiles?

well i thought abt them now

wayward vagabond (he/it) gay aromatic

peregrine mendicant (she/ey) bi demigirl

aimless renegade (he/none) gay trans agender

windswept questant (she/xe/zir) duskian lesbian

ms paint (she/fae/aer) transfem genderfae femme lesbian

[aimless-aimz]

is your refrigerator running

yeah, it should be working properlHOLY SHIT WHERE DID IT GO

[tsuiokuno]

🚬 relapsed kusakabe + maria

caught smoking / accepting

atsuya takes one last long drag, savoring it for a full moment before exhaling the smoke and stubbing out the remnant in his pocket ashtray.

he's already itching for another.

(it's been happening more and more, lately. it's bad enough that he started smoking again, but for it to worsen into chainsmoking is just shameful. he really let his guard down. ever since his sister's wedding, there's been this weird feeling inside him. weird not as in the feeling itself is strange, but the fact that it might be the root of his relapse. because the feeling is relief; that he's no longer her only family anymore, that he's not her sole caretaker anymore, that he's not anyone's caretaker anymore. since he was 12, his life has been a series of taking care of his family members. from his grandma's last days, to his father who never quite recovered from losing the love of his life, to his younger sister.

but perhaps it's unfair to blame it all on the aforementioned relief. the more direct cause, the feeling he came to realize so acutely a few days after during a mission, is purposelessness. this entire time he's had to survive so he can come home to and provide for his sister, but now he doesn't have to anymore, and he doesn't know how to deal with it just yet. aside from going to the nearest convenience store and buy a pack of cigarettes, apparently.)

just as he's about to put the new one in his mouth, however, he finally notices the presence of another person nearby. he looks up, and their eyes meet — she definitely saw him finish one cigarette and immediately take out another, that much is clear from her expression alone.

atsuya quietly places the unlit cigarette back in, keeping his expression as flat as he can, even as he feels the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck. he clears his throat before finally addressing the woman.

“do you need something?”

@cderiva

[honeydots]

If you want another prompt: ❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜ Leokumi

"Because I care about you, okay?" 1.2k, leokumi (background xanlow) from this ask game

Takumi is sick in Nohr, and he hates it.

He’s laying here, in one of their hugely fluffy Nohrian beds, wrapped in blankets and feeling gross. He was already cold, but now he’s shivering, and the air tastes weird. It’s an all around bad experience. He’d rather be sick anywhere else.

Leo’s decided to just hang out with him while he’s dying here, for whatever reason, working on something on a desk near Takumi’s bed. It’s seriously embarrassing enough that everyone knows Takumi got sick, Leo doesn’t have to stick around and watch him roll through the covers miserably.

That’s exactly what Takumi’s doing, too. He groans, and he flops onto his side, as if facing the left will make him any less sick than facing the right might. “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that weird fruit,” he mumbles, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

Last night, Takumi had a typical Nohrian dinner—which is to say it was pretty damn atypical for Takumi’s tastes. And ultimately it was fine, just not what he’s used to, but there was this one thing. A Nohrian fruit with a skin covered in bumps to peel off, that was mushy and sweet to eat. And he didn’t hate that either, but he had a bad feeling about it.

“We don’t know it was the food, you know,” Leo comments, obviously not working and rather eying Takumi with his legs crossed. Takumi squints at him.

“I ate it, and now I feel sick. What part of that doesn’t point to the food?”

Leo shrugs at him, of all things. It isn’t Takumi’s fault Leo fed him something weird. Takumi shuffles more under the blankets, feeling just as gross but also moody.

Leo, still not working on whatever it is he’s working on, leans forward in his chair. “Have you been able to stomach anything I gave you?” he asks. Takumi frowns, and he glances over at the plate of food Leo offered earlier. Much more simple stuff, easy grains and soup. Takumi sighs.

“Kind of,” he says. “The crackers were okay.” His stomach is in complete knots, and those were basically the only things that didn’t make it worse. But he can’t say he has an appetite anyway.

Leo hums. “The water?”

“Don’t want it.” Which makes Leo frown.

“Not even a sip?”

“Later, okay, I don’t want to vomit.” Mostly Takumi doesn’t want to have to sit up to drink it, actually. Leo gives him such a look, too, like he knows. Takumi gives him a look right back. “What’s with you?”

Leo raises an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”

“You’re being pushy.” Which doesn’t seem to bother Leo as much as Takumi would’ve liked it to. Annoying. “Go somewhere else. I don’t get why you’re sitting in here with me.”

Leo, pretty pointedly, does not get up. “Because I care about you. Or is that not allowed?” he says, which is also annoying. Leo turns to his work, still clearly not intending to leave, and then glances back to Takumi. “Just drink the water.”

Takumi scrunches his nose. But he’s too sick to think of a retort, so he shuffles up onto his forearms and finally takes his drink. And yeah, it’s nice, whatever. It doesn’t cure him or anything. But it’s about as tolerable as the crackers were.

It’s almost more irritating that Leo doesn’t give Takumi a haughty look, but instead just an average one. “You should probably sleep, too.”

Takumi scoots back into the covers. “I’m too tired to sleep.”

“Interesting. Any other hypocrisies you’d like to share?”

It’s a lot easier to deal with Leo when he’s being himself. “You’re such a pain.” Takumi barely knows what to do otherwise. Especially while he’s sick—which is also why Leo’s being weird, for sure, so this is just a useless situation all around.

Takumi does mean it when he says he’s too tired to sleep. It won’t work, plainly, he’s just stuck staring at the ceiling feeling miserable. He’d love to pass out and get better so then hopefully Leo will stop being nice to him because it’s intolerable—but he’s stuck conscious.

So, he flips around again, and also flips his pillow, and tries to look at the papers on Leo’s desk. “What are you working on, even?” he asks. Leo looks his way briefly, then sighs, finishing a sentence before he puts his quill down.

“It’s for Camilla,” he explains, rubbing his fingers absently. “It’s this orphanage program she’s trying to put forward. I’m giving her some financial estimates.”

Takumi blinks. “Oh yeah?” Takumi wouldn’t have guessed, exactly, but that’s not unexpected for Camilla. Leo nods.

“She’s always been interested in developing one. But… Ever since Siegbert was born, she’s just been—I don’t know. I wouldn’t call it baby fever, but it’s something similar.” And then Leo starts working again, just like that.

Takumi guesses it is pretty significant to have a baby around the palace. People were freaking out when Shiro was born, Takumi included. He’s still kind of freaking out about that. It’s been a little while now, though.

“Their other kid is close, right?” Takumi asks, then elaborates more. “Your brother and Laslow's.” Takumi’s met Siegbert a few times, and he’s cute, but it felt like he’d barely been around long before it was announced they were having another. Takumi doubts Ryoma’s going to have more, since Shiro’s already a rascal as a not-even-one year old. But Siegbert’s been calm whenever Takumi’s met him, so. Maybe that spurred them on.

“Quite,” Leo says. He looks away, out towards the door. “I wonder if you’ll be here when it’s born.”

Kids are something that seem really far away from Takumi. He’s too sick to even think about it long. It was crazy enough to suddenly have a nephew. There’s a weird way things have felt like they’re moving both faster and slower, now that there isn’t a war to worry about. And to be honest, Takumi’s not in the mood to go fast.

Leo tilts his head, looking thoughtful. “You know. I think Laslow might’ve gotten sick when he ate that fruit for the first time,” he says. “Maybe it’s something you acquire a tolerance to.”

Takumi, feeling right but way too sick to appreciate it, huffs. “Don’t feed it to me again, then.”

“You only gain tolerance by repeating the process, you know.”

“What if I’m just allergic? I don’t want it,” Takumi says back, not eager to experience this stomachache again. “I’m not sure I liked it enough to really want to try, anyway.”

Leo gives him a ghost of a grin, then gets back into his financial whatever. “I really think you should sleep,” he says. Takumi buzzes his lips and pulls the covers over him more.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, mind getting foggier by the second. He might be too tired not to sleep now, thank goodness. “Wake me up when the baby’s born.”

And—it’s kind of nice. The last thing Takumi hears before he drifts off is Leo’s light chuckle, and the sounds of quill on paper.

And he really, seriously, barely even thinks about the kid stuff.

[canisalbus]

My favorite part of any post you make is the inevitable 40 lines of tags. Yes, give me that extra secret content.

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[kotaerukoto]

👤 for renge!

@himedachi Send me 👤+ a character name for my muse’s opinion on that character

" Kasuga-san has an interesting way of looking at idioms, doesn't she? H-Hey, I don't mean that in a bad way at all! I just don't think I've thought of a poem in the way she has before... It's coming from how seriously she's thinking about it, right? It's not just poems, either-- I can tell how much she enjoys history just from listening to her. Kasuga-san's face lights up with enthusiasm about it, too. "

“ To be honest, I think that part of her is inspiring. “