#ask game (answered)

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[twofoursixohjuan]

which of your ocs are (select all that apply):

watching that woman drown?

fine, it’s just a sitting in the shower day?

looks like they crawled out of a lost and found?

making a vow out to the dark?

strong enough to do this on their own?

bonus:

strong enough to do this on their own (lying)?

watching that woman drown: Ellemer, Tippet

fine, it's just a sitting in the shower day: Talven, Tippet

looking like they crawled out of a lost and found: Athan, Aspen

making a vow out to the dark: Athan, Tippet, Talven

strong enough to do this on their own: Ellemer, Hildebrandt, Talven

strong enough to do this on their own (lying): Aspen

[lealdog]

6. Which clan haven't you played/ developed but would love to try? 7. What is your favourite discipline? Why? 16. Do you have a character that was created from a dumb/ silly idea but now you can't imagine not having them?

19. Which character is least spoken about? Speak about them now!

Thank you!

6. Which Clan haven't you played/developed but would love to try?

TREMERE

It was the Clan the pulled me into VtM and yet somehow I've still not (meaningfully) played it. I've tried a few times in big pbp servers but never stuck to it. Or lost interest of my initial idea. My last good Tremere concept I gave to my husband @mournwatch to play as Tag's Mawla (although I meant to make a "brother" for that character but instead I made a Banu. It's a curse.

Lasombra is another one.

7. What is your favourite discipline?

Good question. Probably Auspex (and Oblivion kinda sexy).

16. Do you have a character that was created from a dumb/silly idea but now you can't imagine not having them?

Yes, Mike Hawk. I was joking that it would be my next character name. And then I did. He's somewhat stereotypically manly to a point of parody (into cars, probably sports, always horny, gets off on blood and gore) and then I also made him trans and he's in big debt because of the incredibly fancy cybernetic dick he got and it's his most prized piece. His Ghoul and sort of boyfriend(?) is called Mikey Hunt.

[tiallussims]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

5 Random Facts about

Moira Hemlock

Moira was the protégé and bodyguard of the former Sage of Vampire Magic.

Moira is also known as The Blackest Hand, a nickname that sends cold shivers down the spines of mages and vampires alike.

The black markings on her hands and forearms are actually scars caused by pure magic force.

Moira worships the ancient Egyptian gods.

Unknown to anyone (yet), Moira is the current Sage of Vampire Magic. Being made the Sage saved Moira's life, but ultimately cost the life of the former Sage, who survived the first attack by a powerful but unexperienced Hunter.

[walker-extended-universe]

End of year asks number seven please.

This is probably just recency bias but he is also maybe convincing me to watch a medical drama so......

I'm gonna have to say Daniel Gillies

I adored him as Elijah Mikaelson in TDVU and I'm currently living on him imdb page

[flowercrowngods]

for the first sentence ask: a little bit of angst for the king of angst 💕

“He's never going to forgive me for this.”

hdhdhd i melt aah 😭🤍 idk what this is but yeah!

“He’s never going to forgive me for this.”

It’s a whispered certainty weaving itself into the very fabric of the universe the second the words leave Steve’s lips in what’s barely louder than an exhale — and barely stronger than it, too, for his body is numb with dreadful fear that shadows whatever determination he’s still feeling underneath all of this.

“What’s one boy’s forgiveness against the weight of all these lives saved?” the creature asks him, condescension and even a hint of curiosity in its voice as it echoes inside Steve’s mind in that he’s never quite grown used to.

Everything, he wants to say, biting his tongue in the last moment even though he knows the creature, the monster, is inside his head already, chuckling along as the cracks of his heart fill with, He’s everything.

“Do you hesitate, boy, because you’ve changed your mind and rejected my offer?”

It reminds him that this creature is stronger than Vecna and the only chance they’ll get at winning, after so many tries; and with one last glance at his friends — his family, found and kept — frozen in time, the vision of Eddie making his heart stumble and shatter, Steve shakes his head and finally caves and lets the tears roll down his face (mourning, even though he will be the one who dies), as Steve Harrington becomes the Unforgiven.

send me an ask with the first sentence of a fic and i’ll write the next five 🌷 continuation welcome

[seldompathic]

Sonic! Sonic is your TM. You draw him really well, he feels like his canon self and also expressive and fun and the art style makes him adorable

Also, love the way you do expressions

My soul has risen- this is all I have ever asked for :D Thank you thank you! 🥳

I wanted my endgame style for him to be similar to canon with a few distinct differences, and to hear that I've already achieved that when I thought I had another year of practice to go is everything to me :'))

I'm hoping that I can push their expressions further in the coming months too! The way their eyes work used to trip me up so badly but now it's like I've unlocked the windows to the SOUL 👀 I'm really glad you like their peepers and grins! Thank you for being you :))

[peridot-the-photographer]

“Best photography”

Thanks

[foxbroart]

About the Ask game about favorite artist, I’m here to show you one of my favorites (if not my favorite): Baot Pham ✨

https://www.instagram.com/baotpham?igsh=aW5tZjF2NnVoNGxh

Check out his insta, he’s absolutely brilliant.

What I love about his art it’s the repetition and de innovation at the same time, his subject is always ethereal women but they are all different and unique. Hope you enjoy it :)

Hi!

oh wow i can totally see what you mean! every piece is new and different and you never know what he might make next. his work is so unique!

this is one of my faves:

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thank you for sending this!

Art Ask game idea 🎨: send me one of your favorite artists and why you like their artwork 💞

[two-birds-alone-together]

14 & 27 please!

14. Something new you tried this year

I wrote my first 5+1, a hand to hold, a hug to warm me through! (Remaining chapters will be posted 12/30; 1/2; 1/5; and 1/8)

27. Shout out to a commenter/blogger who encourages you

@22thumbs leaves me so many lovely comments! I'm always honored to see BocasAwlBeBack in my inbox 💖😘💞

Send me some Artist and Fic Writer EOY Asks!

[mellancholy-morose]

assumption ask: You have a fursona

Mmmm kinda? There was this that I ages ago. But nothing ever really felt right to represent me for a fursona. That was the closest I got. However I did make something of a monster persona of sorts that felt a lot more me, idk if they count. I just never got around to using it much lol.

They're based off of a process of dying a wet specimen so you can see bone and cartilage called diaphonization.

Assumption Ask Game

[seiwas]

for writing game, iwaizumi + assistance <3

hope this sparks some inspo and thank you in advancee

hi there!! thanks for sending in a prompt 🫶

contains: friends to lovers (ish), halloween parties, reader is dressed as catwoman, expletives, iwaizumi is thiiiiis 🤏 close to murdering seijoh4 (jk)

iwaizumi + assistance

this is a set-up.

iwaizumi knows he shouldn't have fucking believed anything the boys "promised" him back when they assigned him this costume.

the suit is fucking tight, spandex digging into his groins and all other crevices that definitely should be aired out after after a few hours. he's had to constantly readjust his stance almost every few minutes, the black fabric compressing his thighs and torso, significantly constricting the range of motion his shoulders and arms are typically used to. if anything else, it could double up as a back brace from how rigidly straight it's kept his posture all night.

he'll give it to makki though; he did outdo himself sourcing this year's costumes―this batman set looks pretty damn legit.

except for one tiny problem.

there's no fucking pee hole. it's a zip-up, zip-down one-piece situation. and that normally wouldn't be a problem, except that oikawa "accidentally" knocked over a cocktail straight into his pants, the sickeningly sweet liquid now seeping straight into the fabric and past his boxers―cold and sticky as it touches his skin.

and so, the problem: his pants are wet, it makes him want to fucking pee, and coincidentally, the only vacant bathroom is across the hall, at your apartment.

this is why he believes this is a set up. that, and the fact that you're dressed in an outfit strikingly similar―just with cat ears.

he's been asked five times in this party if you're in matching couple outfits.

it catches him off guard, flusters him because of how badly he wants to say yes. but, you're just friends, and he doesn't even think you like him that way (despite mattsun and oikawa practically begging him to confess. makki tells him he thinks you're going to do it first).

so he politely smiles and says no, but you look good, your costume clinging to you in all the right places. thank fucking god he has a cape because he's pretty sure he spent the first 30 minutes in the party hiding his boner.

"hajime, it's fine, i swear," you stand beside him in front of the conveniently locked bathroom in oikawa's apartment. from the other side of the door, he's pretty sure he hears mattsun and his girlfriend mumbling. maybe fucking? who knows. "you can just use the bathroom in my apartment."

he glances at you before closing his eyes, contemplating, before finally agreeing to you.

"okay."

if he's being honest with himself, friends is definitely an incomplete label to what you are. as oikawa's neighbor, you are conveniently around all the time; and oikawa being oikawa, the ever-social butterfly, he's somehow managed to carve a space for you in the friend group.

(never mind the fact that oikawa's sniffed him out from the moment he first introduced you.)

you were a crush, then a friend, and now you're someone he picks up from work and drives back home three times a week, because he "has to train oikawa." you don't question it, even when you both know he stays over for dinner way past the gym's open hours.

"you know where it is," you open your apartment and urge him in.

"sorry again," he turns to face you.

"yeah, yeah, just pee!" you laugh, shoving him towards the bathroom door.

getting out of the suit is manageable, and he's able to wipe off a bit of the cocktail that's leaked to the suit and his boxers just to make sure it isn't gross and sticky when he gets home later. peeing is a big relief once he gets it over with, but it's when he has to suit up again that things become difficult.

stretching out the spandex one body part at a time is a workout in itself―the hardest task being when he has to pull it over his shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly over his arms and chest.

but then the zipper breaks.

and he truly thinks makki has fucked him over.

iwaizumi contemplates what to do next for a good, good while. he tries calling oikawa, only to no success every time; no way in hell is he calling mattsun in the middle of having sex. and calling makki isn't even an option; he'd never hear the end of it.

then you knock on the door, your voice soft and concerned as you ask, "hajime? you good in there?" you hit it spot on, too, "do you need help with your suit?"

iwaizumi presses his palms to his eyes. he's a rational man, straightforward and logical in thinking. there is literally no other option for him right now but to ask help from you. again.

fuck.

.

it's 30 minutes later when oikawa barges in your door, and the sight that greets him is iwaizumi in nothing but a hoodie (the hoodie you borrowed some time ago) and his boxers, with his hands on your waist as you hover your hairdryer over the crotch of his batman costume―cat headpiece off and all.

"you finally got together?!"

[twofoursixohjuan]

WELL i’m feeding your ocs to the GHOST THAT MAKES YOU ANSWER A RIDDLE otherwise you die <3

I would back Talven to answer a ghost's riddle correctly. He's fine.

Athan's clever but he doesn't have much imagination. This could go either way.

Tippet would take a wild guess, but she's the kind of person who would get it right by accident.

Hildebrandt doesn't have a clue, but she's also the one I'd back to beat a ghost in a straight-out fight.

Aspen has died. Badly.

[lealdog]

For the VTM ask game 2, 5, 17, 27!

Thank you!

2. How and when did you get into VtM?

It kind of snuck up on me. The first time I heard about VtM was because @deathandthesoul mentioned it / talked about it but I wasn't into it at that point. I also don't remember just how long ago that was. Then what must have been some years later I was randomly in the mood for something related to blood magic and I remembered there was a VtM clan for it. So I went to the wiki and started reading about the Tremere. And then wanted to do VtM rp (but without the mechanics, just some lose thing). I think that was around 2019/2020.

5. What's your least favourite clan? Why?

Brujah, I think. I don't know they're just boring to me? Anything they do, other Clans can do with more flair (like Toreador). I can surely be convinced if someone showed me a cool Brujah or told me fun things about them. But the little I watched LA by Night I was very put off by the stereotypical Brujah.

17. You suddenly switch places with one of your characters, which one would you prefer to be?

Oh man, good question. I wanna say Mike because I too want to have a fancy cybernetic dick and swing my baseball bat at anyone I don't like. (This would be a terrible idea).

27. Where and when is it set?

In the 90s. I'm less set on the where. Some major american city probably. I need the diners at night vibes.

[tiallussims]

🧋

I have made you a dirty chai latte bubble tea, will you spill the darkest secrets of your favorite OC ?

I never had that drink before. A chai latte with a shot of espresso sounds unusual. *sips and pops bubbles*

So you want a dark secret. Ooooh. You don't play around, don't you? Okay, I have one for you. Although it's not of one of my favorite OCs, Cameron Oxford, alone, but his entire mother's family.

Morag Oxford, née Grimond, comes from a long line of powerful spellcasters. What she doesn't know about her family is that her ancestors played a leading role in the assassination of the former Sage of Vampire Magic. The Sage's assassination led to the devastating war between spellcasters and vampires that left the Realm in Ruins. As punishment, her family was stripped of their magical powers and banished from the Mage's community. A weak connection to the Realm of Magic prevailed, as Morag was born with a weak magic ability: the ability to sense vampires. Although she doesn't know that uneasy feeling around some people is that hidden ability.

[walker-extended-universe]

🍻

🍻- Deranged!Dean kidnaps August AU

Cordell Walker had been a Texas Ranger for over a decade. He had an impressive case closure rate and his superiors praised him for his work ethic. He married his high school sweetheart soon after he retired from the military and was a father of two. He was a well respected member of the community and a badass with a badge. All the information Colter Shaw and his team had dug up on the ranger didn’t manage to prepare him for how intense Walker’s gaze was. They were sitting in a bar and Cotler felt like he was handcuffed in an interrogation room.