#ask away :)

[ask-hsr-characters]

dear Anaxa, if you do not become my boyfriend immediately I will use my divine knowledge and spike your drink with a love potion. No I’m not delusional, love potions do exist.

Anaxa: “Boyfriend? Preposterous. You do not simply demand me like that. What- a love potion?! Ugh, I guess I’ll have to watch out now…”

[theronanlynchshow]

new ask list post!!!! feel free to ask whatever

[chrissy-kaos]

What’s your current favorite snack?

Oh that’s definitely @cutie-chimera 🤭😜

Jk jk umm probably some all dressed chips

[m0th-h]

Do I smell a chance to info dump? IM TAKING IT

Character asks!

These are more focused on the background stuff rather than the usual "what would the character do in XY situation" kinds of asks. I've been looking for something like this for quite a while and in the end decided to make my own. Feel free to use, go wild, enjoy

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

What is an aspect of their appearance that you like the most?

What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?

How big is their role in the story? Do they make a frequent appearance or are they a character with little "screentime" but big influence? Or are they just a favourite background guy?

What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?

Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Do you have a voice claim for the character? What do you imagine the character sounds like?

Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Have you ever made a moodboard for them?

Is there any memes or running jokes associated with the character, both in- and out of universe?

Are there any motifs or symbols associated with the character? How are they represented, in their design, personality or in some other way?

Does the character have other characters connected to them? Do you have a family tree and "offscreen" connections made up for them or do they exist in a vacuum purely for the purpose of the story?

What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

[my-castles-crumbling]

Fandom/fanfic asks!

Ahhh so many people are reblogging! I'm trying to send numbers to people but if I missed you, I'm sorry!

Send me questions in my inbox and I'll answer!

Reblog so I/others can send you numbers, too!

What is the first fandom you were ever a part of?

Most recent fandom you joined?

All-time favorite pairing?

Pairing that makes no sense to you?

Favorite platonic pairing?

Favorite headcanon?

Least favorite headcanon?

Fandom you're a part of that's the most obscure?

Fandom you're a part of that's the most well-known?

Fandom that you've spent the most money on?

Most unique merch you have for a fandom?

Craziest thing you've ever done as part of a fandom?

Fandom you've been a part of the longest?

Fandom you keep returning to?

Fandom you find annoying?

Fandom you'll probably end up joining?

Favorite blog(s) in your favorite fandom?

All-time favorite fanfic?

Fanfic you read again and again?

All-time favorite fanfic author?

Favorite fic trope?

Least favorite fic trope?

Age when you started reading fanfic?

Funniest fandom-related story?

Add any other questions as you reblog!

[d3composedlove]

I want my love to be like a drug,, so addicting u couldn’t get enough!!

[neodafloof555]

ask for a poem

Get Me Motivated Ask Game

I decided to put together my favorite ask games I have found or invented and make my own ask game. Send me a number in an ask anonymously or not and I’ll answer! I’ll reblog this with my current valid universe list if you want to glance at it.

1. Send me a word and I’ll search my WIP folder. If that word appears, I’ll answer with the sentence it appears in.

2. Send me a universe and a character and I’ll answer with a fun fact about them.

3. Send me a universe and a character and I’ll answer with a not so fun fact about them.

4. Send me a universe and two characters in that universe and I’ll answer with a fact about their relationship.

5. Send me a yes or no question about any of my fics and I’ll answer with yes, no, I don’t know, or I hadn’t thought about that but… yes/no.

6. Send me the name of a published fic and I’ll give you my favorite line from that fic.

7. I’ll answer with a special feature you may or may not know about my blog.

8. I’ll answer with a fact about a not yet published WIP/idea.

9. Send me a universe and I’ll write 100 words in that universe. (You probably won’t see them for a while, but I will publish your ask when I’ve written them.)

10. I’ll give you a tea fact.

[milkandbubbletea]

Cleaned Special Edition Volume 15 V●ᴥ●V

This was a fun one to do! I also upscaled the image so its a higher quality (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Also my asks/requests are open so if you need me to clean any of Aidairo's art just send it over (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Before and After~

Back when they were happy.... (kinda)

[ruinedwithlust]

Hello and welcome!

☆ I'm not new to nsfw tumblr, but this account is new. I go by Syl, and I'm a fem dom in the BDSM community. And this blog will be my archive of NSFW writings that I write every so often!

☆ I'm in my 20s

☆ While most of my content leans fem dom, I do write switch pieces from time to time.

☆ DM's are open for moots

☆ happy owner of @domofdestruction 🫶

☆ Asks are open and encouraged (need help thinking of an ask? Go to my #ask away tag)

☆ Everything that is written here is written and said with consent in mind. Consent is always needed no matter what

☆ Everything here is 18+. Therefore, no minors are welcome here, nor anyone who thinks that disgusting shit is okay. No creeps, pedophiles, trumpers, transphobes, homophobes, racists, general hatred for people living their lives are welcome here. Pack that shit up and get off my blog.

☆ Minors, ageless blogs, and blank blogs will be blocked.

Anons: 🌲, 🐌, 🫣, 🫶, 🔥, 🐾, 😻, 🌌MP, 💙, ⚪️, 👓

Audios sent in: 4

☆ #syl speaks : personal

☆ #syl's txt post: horny txt posts

☆ #syl answers: answered asks

☆ #syl writes: nsfw writing

☆ #syl's a switch: switch posts

☆ #ask away: ask games

Read, explore, and enjoy ☆

[totheseus]

TICCI TOBY GENERAL HEADCANONS

ft. Toby Rogers

Due to the hole in his cheek, he mainly eats really quickly and tilts his head to the side without the gash.

Wanted to have been a game programmer when he was younger.

Either very particular about his food or will eat literal trash.

Doodles on himself.

Collects items and gives them to whoever he deems worthy.

This goes without saying, but a pyromaniac.

If you get given phones? He's spamming you with reels. Mostly him trying to make you laugh.

He is VERY awkward. Like, not "cutesy" shy, but "stares at you like a deer in headlights" awkward.

If there is a proxy who he particularly admires? He treats them as if they're untouchable, and he's the dirt beneath their shoe.

I might explore more on this in another post!

More wholesome note. Loves orange juice and pancakes.

Like I said, either eats really specifically or literal trash. Frequently begs Tim to drive him to IHOP or Five Guys. Loves himself some sweaty greasy food.

This is canon, but is heavily neurodivergent. Autism, ADHD, OCD, BPD, etc.

If you're kind to him though, he VERY quickly favourites you.

I've been gone for a short while, but I'm back now! Feel free to ask away.

[kittenshift-17]

39 Sterek?

Thanks for sending this one in! I hope you like my drabble.

39. "You are such a hypocrite."

"You know, you're such a hypocrite," Stiles huffed at Derek in annoyance when he walked into his bedroom and found the werewolf in question lounging on his bed.

"How so?" Derek quirked an eyebrow without taking his eyes of the book he was reading.

"You're always at Scott about using a person - using Allison - as his anchor. And yet here you are, invading my bedroom every other night and surrounding yourself with my scent and presence. I'm onto you, sourwolf. I know you think of me as your anchor. What happened to 'People don't make good anchors'? huh???"

"What makes you think I'm using you as my anchor?" Derek asked coolly.

Stiles faltered a little.

"Uh, the invading my room all the time, seeking me out when you've been shot, generally shoving yourself into my life?" Stiles suggested.

"That's called being Pack, not an anchor," Derek argued, snapping his book closed and glaring at Stiles.

"Uh huh," Stiles huffed doubtfully as he turned back to his computer. "Sure it is."

"Anchors shouldn't be people," Derek reminded him. "It's too dangerous to rely on another person as a means of clinging to our humanity."

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it a thousand times when you lecture Scott," Stiles rolled his eyes. "People can't be trusted; people can leave you, or betray you, or try to kill you. You're so damaged, dude."

"Don't call me dude," Derek growled, and he sounded like he was coming closer. "I'm not trying to be a dick to Scott by telling him not to use Allison as his anchor, you know?"

"Not trying, but artfully succeeding."

Stiles flinched when Derek's large hands came to rest on the tops of his shoulders, squeezing lightly.

"An anchor is supposed to help us remember our humanity," Derek reminded him, and he had his lecture-y voice on, which meant Stiles was about to be bored to tears. "It's supposed to be something we can grab hold of and cling to when the wolfish side battles for dominance and threatens to overthrow our humanity, rendering us mindless, ravenous beasts."

"I know that, Derek."

"It needs to be something consistent. Something that can ground us. Something we can hold onto to keep from losing ourselves entirely, which means it needs to be something that isn't going to break up with us and swan off with someone else the second the flush of young love begins to ebb."

"You couldn't sound more tragic if you tried, sourwolf."

"I tell Scott that he needs an anchor that isn't Allison because she's an Argent, and sooner or later, we'll see her fall in line with her family's values and ideals, which will mean she hunts werewolves. And because they're dumb teenagers, head over heels for each other in the thrall of young love, and it will fade as they grow up. They'll go to different colleges, move away, or find other people they're romantically interested in, and Allison will be fine. But Scott will be a wreck because his anchor will be gone, and he'll be no closer to having full control of his shift and his wolf than he was when he was first bitten."

Stiles sighed and tipped his head back, peering up at the ceiling before Derek hung his face over Stiles's, brow heavily furrowed like it always seemed to be.

"Scott needs to find something that makes him feel human that isn't a girl," Derek repeated.

"Like what?" Stiles asked. "Anger, like you?"

Derek flashed a little bit of fang at him before he sighed softly.

"Anger was my anchor for a long time," Derek nodded. "But that's not sustainable either. Anger is only useful for as long as a person remains angry, and I'll never heal or move forward if I cling to my anger as a means of clinging to my humanity."

Stiles raised his eyebrows.

"So... I am your anchor now?"

Derek huffed softly.

"Not you specifically," he grumbled.

"I so am," Stiles laughed.

"Your humanity is my anchor," Derek whispered. "Not specifically you, Stiles. Just your humanity. How breakable you are, how fragile compared to me."

He gave Stiles's shoulders a slightly firmer squeeze, making the joints ache just a little.

"Knowing how easy it would be to break you is what I use."

"So you think of maiming me to keep the wolf in check?" Stiles deadpanned. "Thanks, dude. I feel super safe with you right now."

Derek barked a little laugh before quickly suppressing it like he always did whenever Stiles managed to drag a smile or a laugh out of him.

"Knowing how easily I could hurt you and how much I don't want to do that is what I use as my anchor," Derek murmured. "Knowing how, even as human and breakable as you are, you still fling yourself headfirst into danger with little more than sarcasm, and your baseball bat is what helps me keep my wolf in check."

"What if... you said it's bad for Scott because he and Allison might be separated or whatever..." Stiles frowned, twisting his chair to peer up at Derek when the werewolf moved back to give him room before stepping between his knees.

"Scott and Allison aren't pack, even though they're dating," Derek shrugged.

"Meaning, what?" Stiles smirked. "We're pack, so I'm stuck with you for life?"

Derek's smile was all meanness.

"Something like that."

[pissboy-pi]

Post E3 conspiracy board update complete!

A tragic lack of string for the moment as the areas are as of yet self contained.

Also added the Brigstoc name anagrams per @ramblingsupernova's suggestion.

Close ups since tumblr loves to crunch my board:

[atarathegreat]

Hello! May request a Draken sibling!Reader x Mikey. Any scenario and/or headcanons will do! Thx♡

No one knew what the hell was wrong with the commander. For weeks on end Mikey had been acting weird, not acting as childish or as ruthless. Even in fights, he was more inclined to let people at least have the ability to walk away, which was a little concerning to Draken. All the founders and captains were used to Mikey absolutely destroying his opponent, and he just suddenly...stopped.

Draken leaned back on his bed, watching his friend. "The hell is up with you recently, man?" Kenny couldn't take it. Especially when Mikey was over to hang out, he wasn't acting like himself. "What do you mean, Ken-chin?" Mikey looked up from the comic book in his hand. "Dude, you've been acting strange as hell." Draken threw a pillow at him. Mikey was the only one who hadn't noticed this change. He thought he was the same as always.

"Kenny!" Mikey straightened up at the cute voice, "I brought you and Mikey some drinks." Draken's little sister came in and set down a couple of drinks. She was only a few months older than Emma, and Mikey figured that if Kenny had a crush on Emma, then he could have a crush on Y/n. Dark eyes watched as she plopped down next to her brother, "And the ladies said that, when you have time, they need help moving a couple boxes."

"I'll get to it when I get to it. Damn." Draken rolled his eyes, "Don't they know I'm busy?"

Y/n giggled, and Mikey felt like his heart was going to implode. She was adorable. Unlike Emma, she had no desire to grow up fast, be more mature, or even dress like she had something to show. Mikey loved his sister, of course, but this girl... she was everything he wanted, and he couldn't help but compare and contrast the two the same way he did to himself and Kenny. Draken was mature and careful where Mikey was childish and impulsive. Was Y/n the same as him? He really hoped so.

"What about you, Mikey? Can you help?" Y/n turned to the shorter blonde.

Draken tugged on her ponytail, "Hey, don't start asking my friends to do your chores!"

"I'm asking for help, you overgrown lima bean!"

"Watch your mouth, you underdeveloped mouse!"

It was always weird when the two argued, hurling meaningless insults at each other that Draken would apologize for later.

For a second, Mikey wondered if she'd even be into a short guy. He was just around below average, but she grew up staring at the ceiling to talk to her brother. What if she couldn't stand looking eye level at him? Or what if she wanted someone with a deeper voice? Mikey wasn't exactly...gruff.

"Stop being a brat!" Y/n was pinning Draken down and jerking on his shirt, "I'm only asking for help, not for him to do everything for me!" Kenny could've easily thrown her off, but she was his baby sister. So, he yelled to Mikey for help. "Mikey, grab this deranged dust bunny!"

Mikey was careful to grab around her waist, no higher and no lower, to pull her away from her brother. He liked carrying Y/n, but he didn't want to hold on for too long and risk Draken seeing that he had a crush. "We should bring her along to our next fight and set her loose on the guys!" Mikey laughed, though he wouldn't actually let her anywhere near a fight. "I'll help you with whatever it is." Mikey smiled, ignoring the way Draken groaned and told him not to bother.

Despite her brothers' warnings to not help, Mikey followed her through the brothel and to her own little room. "I just need help moving these boxes to the room across from Kenny's." She crouched down and picked up a box, a box that Mikey quickly grabbed from her. "Alright." He grabbed another box underneath it, "Lead the way."

Maybe he would just confess to Y/n when Kenny confessed to Emma...

yes, the parallel is on purpose :)

Part 2

[i-give-u--art]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog ! (feel free to ignore)

I shal not ignore >:)

I fucking hate bees 🐝 (KILL IT WITH FIRE) *jk I know their actually good for the environment but I still hate them*

i once burned my hand on a stove

i believe the freedom is the right of all sentient beings

@ranboothesillyartist @pansexualcake9 @sk3llyr4yr4t @glitch-1983

[eggcompany]

older viktor who needs help around the house and younger! jayce who was assigned the helper

Older professor viktor who can’t get around very well anymore. He needs help at home and getting to class, and a little assistance getting from class to his office and a few other things. He uses his wheelchair almost everyday but can get around a few steps with help of his cane. So he went looking for a personal aid. Someone to live in his large apartment and assist him all day.

Jayce was freshly moved out of his Mama’s house. He was living with six other people in a two bedroom and was sleeping on a couch. So when it came up that his idol, the renowned inventor and professor Viktor, was looking for a personal caretaker and assistant, he jumped for it.

Viktor interviewed. And interviewed. And interviewed. It was tiring. He needed someone who was ready to assist him at home, someone strong yet knew how to do basic household tasks like dusting and cooking. He needed someone who was also prepared to see him at his most vulnerable and insecure, they needed to be gentle and unjudgemental. He needed someone academic to assist him in and out of class without having to explain everything.

And no one was fitting the bill.

Then it was the last interview of the day and he was exhausted. Jayce came in dressed in his best button down, it was brown and he hung it up in the bathroom while he showered like his ma had told him too so there wasn’t any wrinkles, and he made sure to shine his shoes and comb his hair.

He sat down and smiled, he was so close to Viktor, he was curious if the tired looking professor preferred coffee or power naps. He tried his best to answer every question politely and truthfully but he was nervous, palms sweating. Viktor told him to show up at his apartment the next day with his things, prepared to work.

Jayce happily told his mother about his new job and she made sure he knew to be good, kind, and to remember that his boss was still just a normal man who needs help.

Jayce never knew it would be so easy. He helped Viktor dress, helped him put on his braces, getting instructions the whole time, he cooked breakfast, did the dishes, did a load of laundry, and then walked with him to class, helping him over some more difficult doorways. Then he sat in the back of the room and watched Viktor lecture.

Then he went with him to his office and helped fetch him books and took out the trash. He dusted and ate some candy from the professors desk. And then brought the older man back home, cooked, dishes, bath, and then chatted over tea before sending him to bed.

Jayce found it easy, nothing more than labor. And the surprisingly nice company of the older man. Viktor was witty but kind, firm but caring, and so utterly brilliant it was dazzling.

Jayce savoured every moment. Even when Viktor was snippy and short, when he just wanted to sit in the bath, he still allowed Jayce to read to him or listen to music. He paid handsomely and even invited Jayce to accompany him to galas and events, buying him new clothes and supplies.

Jayce can’t lie and say his heart doesn’t jump everytime Viktor speaks to him in that quiet, soft tone reserved just for him.

Viktor isn’t a shy man, but he can’t help the way his face warms and he feels like a school boy again when he sees Jayce smile at him or when he’s dancing in the kitchen, when he gets thrown into a fit of passion about mechanics or his favorite show. It makes Viktor feel young again.