#askable

[chimeras-critters]

Name: Jonagold Alias: Jonnie Pronouns: she/her Species: Hydrapple/Salazzle/Sylveon hybrid Ability: Supersweet Syrup Type: Dragon/Poison Tera Type: Fairy Nature: Quiet Characteristic: proud of her power Known moves: Fickle Beam, Syrup Bomb, Fire Lash, Dazzling Gleam, Acid Spray Misc.:

No feet hidden away in the apple, she’s only got her serpentine body coiled up in there.

Syrup is incredibly sticky to everything but her.

Syrup normally tastes like bubblegum, but she’s capable of making the syrup poisonous as a defense mechanism.

Unevolved form (design by @desertmousefox):

[chimeras-critters]

Name: Pounce Alias: n/a Pronouns: he/they Species: Mewtwo hybrid (Joltik and Lucario DNA) Ability: Compound Eyes Type: Psychic/Electric Tera Type: Fighting Nature: Sassy Characteristic: likes to fight Known moves: Electroweb, Aura Sphere, Psystrike, Pounce Misc.:

Basically a hyper-intelligent housecat (retractable claws and all)

It’s hard to tell from the angle of the picture, but that fluff behind his head is his second neck.

A yellow Mewtwo with blue eyes has been left in your inbox!

Kill the dot!!!

[askchuuyanakahara]

how do you feel about the poems chuuya?

are there any good ones?

Chuuya: "Seriously.. ugh. Hearing such flowerly words about DAZAI out of all people.."

Chuuya: "Makes me wanna throw up."

Chuuya: "What'd you mean, count?"

Chuuya: "Count to what-"

Chuuya: "What are you talking about?!"

Chuuya: "At least that's what I read from shoujo manga-"

Chuuya: "I MEAN, I heard that from.. uh. Ane-san, yeah."

Chuuya: "What are you all doing here?! Don't you have things to do?!"

Kouyou: "Ah, Chuuya-kun. Good morning."

Chuuya: "I don't know who they are or what they want, but they don't seem dangerous."

Kouyou: "Goodness, the Chuuya fan club has a lot of confidence today.."

Kouyou: "Let us get to work."

[circlesuponcircles]

They'll carry out their plan, soon.

I'd say goodbye while you still can.

[ask-edd]

[ellzilla]

I am so sorry for posting old art but I find it so funny that I used to draw RLJ in mainly orange and made him bake a lot back in the 2018 ask blog days, considering what I'm doing with his character now.

I wonder if that part subconsciously stayed with me into the rewrite and manifested into malewife baker Jack Grossman or if it's just a coincidence lmao.

[syscest]

Please talk about the cybersex stuff plea sepleasepleaseplease we got a headspace made out of code/tech and we loooveeee cybersex yessyesss cybersex wheennnn!!!!!!

[lethalphighting]

Asks are OPEN!!

I think i've had the asks on beforehand, but I just wanted to make a proper announcement that they are very much open!! Both crews, the Contraband crew and the Intern crew, can be asked almost anything!! ^_^ very excited to be able to answer your questions, and maybe even unveil some lore! :3

[ask-unpleasant]

What did I miss? I left for a couple months and I come back and we're in a whole different universe like wtf!? -💜✨

[TRANSMISSION INTERCEPTED. REDIRECTING TO C:\Users\UNSTABLE\Desktop\NEURO.dat]

(NO)(NEED)(TO)(THANK)(ME)(!) (HAHA)(!)

[askthechronoverse]

Five: Hello?!? RJ??? I just wanted to tell you something, but first... come closer to me...!

[Five seems to be hiding something in his hand]

Hey! I wasn't expecting a visitor. Well, I was expecting my lawyer but this is still an awesome surprise. You can tell me anything you want. I'll listen.

I can't come too much closer to you than I am right now. I'm pretty sure the guy behind me will have something to say about that.

He does lean as close as he can though. Keep in mind that you are in a visitor's room in a high security prison.

[chimeras-critters]

Name: Fade Alias: Fae Pronouns: she/her Species: Hatterene Ability: Magic Bounce Type: Psychic/Fairy Tera Type: Flying Nature: Bashful Characteristic: scatters things often Known moves: Psycho Cut, Brutal Swing, Confusion, Play Nice, Life Dew, Disarming Voice  Misc.:

Has albinism

Lives in the Glimwood Tangle, where very little sun can reach her sensitive skin.

When she was young, Inari saved her family from poachers

[askcursedtales]

“My misdeeds are not my story to tell. You are best to ask someone else about them. I’m sure they know the history well enough,”

[ @askoinari ] [ @askiceboundlopunny ]

[chimeras-critters]

Name: Savannah Alias: Vannie Pronouns: he/him Species: Mewtwo Ability: Pressure Type: Psychic Tera Type: Ground Nature: Docile Characteristic: likes to run Known moves: ??? Misc.:

A mysterious Babytwo, where did he come from?

Hasn’t been shown to use telepathy, only mews to communicate

MEWTWO INVASION: a light blue-gray Mewtwo with a teal gradient tail and cheetah spots has appeared in your inbox!

Baby baby baby

[sinnohsiblings]

@llndeasjourney Whirl @ Zephyr: The Latias looked over the zacian for a good while before giggling to herself

"Yep you're the kinda guy my brother would be jealous of if I ever brought you home"

There was another giggle before she continued "So what's the deal behind the bodyguard thing? Surely there's more to just being hired"

Zephyr: "Whoever raised you has done a piss poor job if you think it is appropriate to make those kinds of comments towards adults. And even more disgusting if said adults even entertain those comments!"

Zephyr is quite noticeably uncomfortable and does not continue the conversation further.

[ii-cant-word2]

hi chat i have come to share an oc (i also sorta redesigned the witch outfit)

may or may not have used a base for the pose

anyway this is ezra sawyer and as you can probly see shes a witch of heart

[raineandsky]

I request [😈] a heroes and villains snippet where one of them is...sitting sad [😈], I don't happen to know how to describe what I mean, but surely you would be able to snippet-ify it no problem [😈]

And the other person was minding their own business and they came over and it's sweet or funny or goofy or silly or fluffy (your choice)

I'm so interested to see your take on this 😈😈😈

No pressure 💖

Love,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Hey! I have created the ultimate sit sad snippet especially for you, as your long awaited gift of gratitude 😈 thanks for requesting - hope you like it!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

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It’s been a long day.

The hero sits at the bus stop, legs tucked up on the bench beneath them, their head resting against their hand. They got on the bus, but now they can’t find it in themself to get the rest of the way home. They imagine everyone in a miles radius would’ve offered a ride if they were still in their uniform, but leaving the agency means leaving the hero persona behind, and no one bats an eye at a miserable civilian. The rain doesn’t make them any more inclined to move.

They let out a tired sigh as someone settles on the bench next to them, the sound of wet fabric flapping as they shake off an umbrella. “Perfect day to be out and about, isn’t it?”

They recognise that voice awfully well. The fact they’re talking at all probably means they haven’t suspected the hero yet. All they have to do is not speak.

The hero gives a stiff nod, keeping their head expertly tilted away from them, but their lack of response only piques the villain’s curiosity. They lean forwards slightly, trying to catch a glimpse at the face the hero’s trying so hard to hide from them.

“Where you heading then?”

It’s a question they purposely can’t not answer. The villain’s going to catch on either way – they already have, by the looks of things. “Home,” is all they say, the single word taut to cover their real voice, but their effort doesn’t mean anything to their unwanted companion.

“No fucking way,” they exclaim, and the hero doesn’t have to look at them to know they’re wearing a shit-eating grin at their discovery. “What’s your name then?”

They know their name, the hero knows. They’re asking for their civilian name. It doesn’t matter if the villain knows it – the agency made sure to scrub them from any official records once they joined. A name won’t give the villain any information. “Jace.”

“Jace?” The villain sounds mystified. “Huh. Never took you for a Jace.”

“Can we not do this now?” the hero asks, though they know their voice borders on pathetic pleading. “I’m just coming home. I start at eight tomorrow if you want a fight.”

“In the morning?” They huff a noise that sounds like it could be a laugh. “No, I’m not here to start anything. Work stays at work.” They wave their concern off with a sigh. “Now, totally normal civilian Jace, what’s going on?”

“Huh?”

The hero finally turns to look at them, only met with an incredulous expression. “You’re on your way home from work, sitting at a bus station, in the rain. Bad day?”

“I’m waiting for the bus,” they deflect shortly.

“The bus goes that way, dear.” They raise their umbrella down the road, pointing to the agency just a few blocks away. “I’m not stupid.”

The hero lets another sigh, deeper than ever. Seems they can’t get out of any questions the villain asks as long as they want them answered. “Just agency stuff. All happened at once today.”

The villain nods knowingly. “Tell me about it in a tedious, long-winded explanation. Don’t spare a single detail.”

They can’t tell whether they’re being sarcastic or abusing their bad mood for information, but they’d be lying if they said they didn’t want to talk about it. It might take a weight off their shoulders. “Well, [superhero] made a point to mock me in front of everyone this morning, and I didn’t think–”

“Oh, that’s my bus.” The hero turns to the street where the bus is indeed pulling up to the curb. From their position, the villain probably saw it coming, and still egged them into psyching themself up to a heartfelt talk. Bastard.

They stand up with a content sigh as the bus doors chug open, glancing down at the hero, more miserable than ever, and a look of amusement crosses their face. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” They hold the umbrella out to them. “Here. This rain isn’t going to let up for a few hours. You can’t sit here all night.”

They shake it for emphasis when the hero doesn’t immediately take it, and the moment it’s out of their grasp they’re drifting onto the bus, leaving them with a serene smile and a slightly mocking wave as it sets off down the road again.

The hero waits for a minute before standing, taking the time to gather themself after the unexpected interaction before declaring themself unfazed enough to head home. They open the umbrella begrudgingly, annoyed to accept the villain’s likely fake kindness, and they yelp as something falls out from the ribs inside, slapping them directly in the face before continuing its ascent towards the pavement below.

They catch it, hurried as to not let it get drenched in the rain, and they lean the umbrella against their shoulder so they can get a sneak peek into the villain’s life. It’s a piece of paper, folded neatly into squares – they waste no time prying it open, their eyes grazing over the words inside in hopes of finding some terrible secret to use against them. The writing inside is a disappointment to their hopes but offers something else that sits warmly in their chest.

Us ‘civilians’ have to stick together in a world dictated to by ‘good’ and ‘bad’. If actually you want to shit talk your asshole ‘boss’, give me a call and we can ‘hang out’. Civilian style.

- Maxi xxx

(Part 2)