#ask ef

[emberfriday]

Hellooo 💛 who's that character you drew on your last Nickel's arts? These images does something to me, they're so kawaii... (*´∀｀*) (Sorry for my English 🌼)

hii🤲💞 that's my oc Ember🥺🥺

[elsa-fogen]

Rise of the Radio Demon | Prologue Part 1

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insert joke about that 50k animation

is that a bird? is that a plane? No! That's Elsa is starting new comic! That's the third one and it's finally pure radiorose AHHAHAAHA well almost. Don't tell me that your friendship with your bestie didn't start with them trying to murder and eat you?????? Impossible (i don't have friends)

I have such a funny twist prepared ohh this is gonna be good!

I need to draw human Alastor at last! But i'm... afraid??? idk-

next part soon?

[onlyancunin]

He's so adorable when he's thinking what to say

[meo-eiru]

silas is so damn pretty. i'd immediately fold if i met him irl. thanks so much for creating him🛐 he is so precious💘❤️💖 i've got a question btw... so does he sing the human lullaby during night? do we get to cuddle him? ahhhh

Thank you he is indeed very precious!

You can kiss sleeping alone goodbye once Silas gets his hand on you. You’ll constantly have a giant elf with big tiddies hugging you tightly through the night no matter how hot or cold ghe weather is.

He does sing you lullabies but usually the words are quite mixed up and half of the song is just humming because he has a hard time remembering the whole thing. Sometimes he also just talks your ear off until you fall asleep

Unfortunately with him you don’t really get to stay up for too long, when he says sleep time it’s sleep time because staying up late isn’t healthy for you and he can’t risk you getting sick or something. But it’s ok! You get to be glued to him and you do fall asleep isn’t it fun :)

[weirdglassthing]

Posting more of my ouaw fanart here because I think I’d die if I shared it on the discord and one of the party members saw it.

Some guys

Some husbands

0 impulse control

[inkzectz]

I love your art, it's very very very cool =)

Tyy!! Here’s a little wip :P

[baflegacy]

im a closet amangela brainrotter bc im not really in the smosh community but i need SOMEONE to point out the way amanda looks at angela while biting her tongue immediately after angela gets the question master card at 24:19. she wants that cookie so bad its actually crazy

because i, too, am insane i decided to check the timestamp and.

hey. hey? hey???

[samstronomy]

i saw an edit of him to this song on tiktok and was actually screaming and crying about it earlier

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[efverse]

grandparents part 3 outta 3, baby!!!!

Long text under the cut,

espeon evolved at a young age. when he had begun to develop a mysterious illness in his brain that couldve been fatal if his body didnt evolve into an espeon to combat the potentially terminal disease early on. it didnt really impact him past that point in his life and recovered very well but...

his own unconventional evolution piqued his interest in how far an eevees adaptive abilities could be pushed. But from what he could tell no one else had been able Really look into that.

but espeon had always been fascinated by evolution in general helping his parents with their work. espeon was born around the time they started the research facility in kanto after they had moved there together. he had made impressive advancements in the field of evolution studies himself. wrote books, publicly spoke on the topic and just. generally became a respected authority on it all, over the course of his life.

over the years he had also found the time to start a family. not very present in their lives since he was extremely busy with his work. his oldest and youngest did not have much interest in their family's line of research at all but his middleborn always had a respect for the work his father did.

However, as successful as he was in his field...he still wasn't satisfied with his personal knowledge of his own species's natural abilities...

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one day espeon had gotten an offer from team rocket to be a lead scientist on some project. something about cloning mew. they said that they would assist him with anything he wanted. give him any amount of money he wanted for him to be on the project. he made a big show of kicking them out of the facility, however...he secretly contacted them telepathically before they got very far away telling them he would work with them.

the project progressed and espeon became fascinated with not only the science and technology involved in what they were doing but the ethics as well. And how they could just...do it. But then again he'd never personally cared about whether an experiment could be considered cruel to its participants. Always being ruled by his own curiosity and his want of knowledge in that regard...

As he felt like the progress was going smoothly on the project...something went wrong and Mewtwo broke out. He was prepared for his offer to be rescinded but...team rocket kept up their part of the deal they agreed on and gave him as much protection and money for whatever he had in mind as they could...

he wanted to see how far an eevees natural adaptation could be pushed. Even though he knew the route he was going possibly wouldn't offer reliable research he didn't particularly care as long as he could sate his own curiosity in the topic...he only had three test subjects after all.

Espeon couldn't let his kids evolve for the sake of his pet project to work. Not only did he do experiments that physically harmed them on occasion but since eevees also evolved w emotional stimuli he messed around a lot with that aspect of it too... his eldest evolved on her own one day the first chance she got. after an argument w him she left home on her own. Soon after his youngest followed her lead. Left with only his middleborn he still did what he could...

Begrudgingly the experiments came to an end. leaving him still unsatisfied but he understood that there was little point in continuing on.

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as the years went on he actually did try to have a *decent(by his standards at least) relationship with his grandkids despite his son being "overly cautious" and not really wanting them to have to interact with him in any way if they didnt have to...

when one of his grandchildren evolved into an espeon he immediately took them on as an assistant of sorts in hopes that they would be able to take over the family business. However his expectations were not met and he was disappointed more than anything.

When he eventually passed around his late 70s(?) he kind of had no other choice but to put his son in charge of the family labs seeing as everyone else he thought of as a possible option was either no longer in contact with him or dead.

He died about 2 years before EVs egg was laid.

[cillixn]

Did Dano's Riddler actually want to fuck Batman or am I just projecting my RiddleBat fantasy onto the film?

i mean… does this answer your question

[emberfriday]

Omg did u change ur pfp? :0

yeahh I put Ember on my profile pic in all my socials hehehe I love him

[elsa-fogen]

Rise of the Radio Demon | Prologue Part 3

(Used to be First Day in Hell comic)

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NO WAY FINALLY???

Last part was so long ago that ive changed my style

also probably won't go for full line and color in next chapters, because it's EXAUSTING and i will NOT survive another part.

And i figured that the previous name is not quite fitting... and i changed it. this and previous parts still have the old tag, but next ones will have only the new one

New part in another half a year i guess

btw let me know if you want to be tagged (and if you reading this from a reblog, check original postm maybe there's a link to the new part)

[poisonouspastels]

I haven't really gotten to talk about the Ender Dragon yet in the Minecraft AU, and you guys really liked the worldbuilding of oreposting for whatever reason, so we're talking about her now.

To clarify first and foremost: Jean (the dragon) is an intelligent and fully sentient creature. She knows and can speak every spoken language of this world, knows your name, knows every little thing about you, being seemingly omniscient despite having never met prior. That being said, she is not an unfair fighter and is not malicious in nature.

Dragons existed in much greater numbers long ago, though now the only ones you can find are in Ender. The Endermen are direct evolutionary descendants of these other dragons spread through the infinite realm - but not of Jean specifically. Despite this, historical writings would often (inaccurately) refer to her as "The mother of a thousand children." She is not capable of reproduction and is a fully sexless being.

Her relations to the Endermen are begrudging, serving only to have a brutal mutualistic relationship. The Ender dragons (not just Jean) allow them to eat from the chorus fruit trees within their territory so they may not starve, as well as spawn their own young, and the Ender dragons gets their fair share of food in return... by eating some of the Endermen. The Endermen are rather intelligent creatures in their own way, and they often escape to other dimensions to attempt to live a different life that isn't under the "rule" of the dragons, but quite a few are set in their ways because it's what they know. It's the circle of life they've become familiar with as they subject themselves to it for the sake of survival. Jean is unique in that she is "manufactured" in a way. Not to say that she is artificial, far from it, but that she's not a naturally made dragon. She's to the Universe what Cerberus is to the gates of hell, only existing and serving to guard and provide a challenge if necessary. She knows the rules and is respectful of them, and will never be afraid to die again. Much like a phoenix, with each death she is reborn. Upon being slain, she retreats back to the egg from whence she came many times before, only to re-emerge 10,000 years later.

When Jean finds her way back into the world, the knowledge of the return manages to find its way into the minds of everyone as a call to action. Though slaying the beast right away is not necessary per say, its better not to delay, as the longer one waits, often the more the idea will eat away at them.

Much like how the Wither represents the concept of inevitability, Jean represents the repeating cycle of the world - whether it be the persistence in humanity to come back time and time again, the cycle of her own return and inevitable death, or the tendency this world has to repeat itself over and over.

The Universe works in mysterious ways, and she is no exception to its design.

[fullmetal-scar-simping]

That's... Still using the stone. That's still one genocider using the souls of the people he murder-transmuted to heal a different genocider and his cronies so that they could attain the class positions they desired. Whether the energy of the stone is what healed Musked-Stank or whether it was a bargaining chip is irrelevant to the point of absurdity.

A lot of mangahood fans just stubbornly refuse to see the actions of their beloved blorbos as the racist, fascist bullshit it is.

[rosesradio]

In the Principia there was a beautiful statue depicting one of the few Praetors who was the child of Neptune, in those years very few Roman demigoddess were born - they were either already old women, or they were all little girls, therefore, the two praetors were both male. And as it should be, the Praetors were in a reliable romantic relationship, the other Praetor was the son of Jupiter.... The statue depicted the son of Neptune, who was in the early stages of pregnancy - his stomach was tiny, and the flawless milk marble perfectly repeated the gentle fluidity of silk, beautifully emphasizing the delicate swelling of the uterus.

And how beautiful he was, so that captivated the eyes - an elegant tall body with smooth curves, slightly curvy hips, loose hair falling in soft waves over soft, modestly slumped shoulders, a gentle curve of the nose and a thin jaw line. His slender arms gently hugged his stomach, cherishing the child growing inside. He was drowned in soft and wide clothes, a luxurious veil flowed beautifully to his ankles.

Jason had always admired this statue since he was a little boy and his Senior Caretaker took him there to show him who he was destined to be and where he belonged by right of birth. The son of Neptune was so beautiful, little Jason could stand for hours gazing at the statue. All the statues depicting Neptune himself or his children were magnificent. When Reyna asked him who he saw as his ideal mate, Jason immediately replied that it should be the child of Neptune. And similar to this statue. Then Jason Grace met Percy Jackson the Greek and Poseidon's son, but sweet Juno, he was amazing and really looked like his brother. Jason's heart started beating faster and his head started spinning when he thought that he could conceive Percy so that he really looked like that statue.

The Big House attic was where people were sent for punishment. They were to clean and organize the seemingly endless piles of memorabilia. Cobwebs traced delicate lines across now dull breastplates. Dust shot up in disarray, floating back down in sun-soaked specks through the west-facing window.

Percy had hated every aspect of the experience, from sorting awards to lifting heavy archaic weapons.

That is, until he saw the painting.

Percy had once asked Chiron about other demigod groups. The gods got around...a lot. It couldn't be just the Camp, the Hunters, and the occasional runnaway, right? The old centaur had responded, hand across his mouth and eyes distant, that they were the one and only demigod sanctuary. There was no other one in existence.

The painting seemed to contradict that statement. It appeared to be from another culture entirely, depicting two male demigods in sweeping togas. They both wore golden wrist cuffs. One was etched with arching waves, the other with crackling lightning.

It was peculiar...the one with the wave cuffs, a clear son of Poseidon, looked like Percy. Not to an eerie extent, though they did share the same dark, wavy hair. The same eyes. The same smile. It was like looking at a painting of a distant relative. It was a distant relative, which was strange to think about.

Even stranger was the fact that Percy so easily dismissed his half-brother in favor of studying the other demigod. The son of Zeus. They were so clearly a couple based on the way they were depicted. They stood side-by-side, strong, with the son of Zeus's hand on the other's shoulder. The son of Zeus was utterly breathtaking—a straight posture, strong and handsome nose, lips curved in the slightest crooked smile. It was something off in the formality. Something that breathed life into the already beautiful piece.

The son of Poseidon was pregnant. It was in the later stages, the push of his stomach full and promising.

The son of Zeus had made him that way. He'd mated with him, above all odds...and they were going to start a family. An impossibly beautiful family.

They already were a family by the looks of it. Already happy.

Percy wanted that. As he studied every brushstroke of the painting, letting time melt away in a haze, he realized he wanted that more than anything.

Percy had never thought about taking that route. Pregnancy. A son of Zeus. He imagined that if there were any sons of Zeus, he would get along with them as well as he did with Thalia (friends one minute, blowing each other up the next).

Still, it didn't matter. Percy would never find a strong, beautiful son of Zeus in the first place.

That is, until he met Jason.

Jason, with his electric blue eyes, sparking with equal parts power, kindness, and challenge. His posture was as straight and tall as that of his predecessor. And his lips—gods, his lips were the same, with that crooked, inviting smile. There was a scar on his upper lip that distinguished him, made him Jason rather than that painting come to life.

Percy's stomach writhed at the thought of wearing silky togas to match that of the painting. His swollen stomach, growing with a child. The way Jason looked at him, polite with that underlying layer of curiosity...Percy wondered if he could somehow read into his innermost desires.

[waterghoulcalamity]

“Don't be afraid of me,

I'm what you need.

I saw you on the screens,

I know we're meant to be.

You're starrin' in my dreams,

In magazines, you're lookin' right at me.

I'm here around the clock,

I'm waitin' on your block,

But please don't call the cops.

They'll make me stop,

And I just wanna talk.

Bet I could change your life.

You could be my wife,

Could get into a fight,

I'll say you're right,

And you'll kiss me goodnight.

I waited on the corner 'til I saw the sitter leave.

Was easy getting over and I landed on my feet.

I came in through the kitchen lookin' for something to eat,

I left a calling card so they would know that it was me.

[...]

I memorized your number, now I call you when I please.

I tried to end it all, but now I'm back up on my feet.

I saw you in the car with someone else and couldn't sleep.

If something happens to him, you can bet that it was me.”