#asking for asks is like yelling into the void

[goethefaustworld]

I didn't ask you who prints your money

I asked where the money, the actual worth, comes from

Can you answer or do you think it comes from the void?

Like, your slogan is just that. You have no plan, yet you congratulate yourself for being so brave, yelling at your echo chamber

If you can't defend your idea, maybe it's not as good as you think. Or maybe you're more incompetent than you think...

[momosweetpeach]

is there anyway to see more of your OCs? 🥺👉👈

-yells into the void-

This is genuinely the type of anon any oc-having artist would die for OTL And yet....I am unfortunately in one of the worst Art Slumps of my lllllllife (aka clinical depression).....so atm I don't have much-

The planned story/comic however is under the tag of either 'Threadbare' or 'Tota and Kyou'

Tota is a nb young adult who is striking out on their own

Kyou is a strange scarf-person entity who is looking for answers

I will try my best to actually see about art that I haven't posted before with them cause I DO want to start actually posting more about them as well as the other characters of the story, titled 'Threadbare Intentions'.

You asking about it does give me a spark of happiness in the idea that people would like to see more of what I am cooking in my brain, so thank you very much, it is very much appreciated.

[stargirlsturns]

MY CREATION MY BEAUTIFUL CREATION.

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Summary - Matt lives on the top of a hill in a normal town, but Matt.. He's not normal. Instead of returning his brothers calls he spends all his time in his laboratory, making his new creation.

Warning - smut, p in v, no protected sex. (DON'T DO THAT.)

"God - Fucking - Dammit!" Matt yelled, throwing his glasses to the ground, shattering the left eye. His lights flickered, another yet.. Failed project. Matt jogs up his stairs and through the basement door. He makes it ground level and sits on his living room couch.

He turns on the tv with a groan. He pulled off his lab coat and throw it to the side. The moment he got comfortable, there was a shatter. It came from the basement. He crept his way down. He opened the door to a void of darkness. He turned on the light as it flickered loudly.

He stepped down the old wooden stairs, each creaking as he put his weight on it. There was a slam then a loud 'fuck!' he looked past a pillar, and saw her. He laughed loudly. He saw his glasses and the bottom of the stairs and quickly went to grab them. He put them on, he groaned when he realized the left one was shattered. He turned to face his stretcher that was supposed to have a body on it. But the body... Was gone. When he turned back around she was closer. She had a sewn together leg, 4 arms, 2 on each side, and a crooked torso. She looked like a messed up science experiment, like she was. Because she is.

"You are a beauty.." Matt began to speak, she flinched as he spoke. She took a step back. Matt fixed his glasses. "My creation.. My b-beautiful creation." he stepped close to her.

"W-who are you?!" she screamed.

"Your creator, call me Matt." he said trying to calm her down. "I created you.. On accident. But you are.. Wow." he said in awe. "I'm going to call you... Y/N."

"Y/N..? Is that my name?"

"It is now, darling. You are perfection. Come here." Matt pointed to a mirror. She slowly walked over to it, stumping on her way. She stood in front of it. She screamed in a mix of fear and excitment.

"I'm..im a monster!" she covered her eyes and fell to the ground. She pushed herself to a corner and cried.

"Your not a monster! Your a beautiful creation. You took years and finally... I have you." Matt crouched down closer to her.

"How many others have you... M-M.." she struggled to find the word.

"Made?" he asked a she nodded. Looking up from her hands. "Your my third. But you know what else you are?" Y/N made a confused face. "My favorite."

"I h-hate to ask but.. Can I have clothes?" she asked. Matt didn't realize, he was to distracted by her face. Her beautiful face.

"Oh. Yes of course. Follow me." Matt stood up straight and offered a hand.

She took in and stood up. He lead her upstairs to his bedroom. He went through his closet and handed her a shirt that was big enough to cover her (he cut out holes for her other arms) . He found old joggers, he thought for a minute then went into his bathroom and grabbed scissors. He cut them into shorts then handed them to her. She put them on and sighed.

"How do you feel sweetheart? Sick, at all?"

"No. I just need to rest."

"To be honest.. Sleeping would be the worst thing for you right now. How about a nice drink?" he held out his hand. She took it and held on.

He took her back down stairs to the kitchen. He sat her at the counter and started a tea kettle. He heated it up on the stove then leaned against the counter.

"How do you feel?"

"Light headed.."

"You can speak just fine. You used to be alive, I assume. Do you like tea?"

"Chai."

"Mm. My favorite. Just like you." Matt brushed her hair behind her ear, and out of her face.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"34. Old. I know right."

"I was younger when I died." she said causing Matts eyes to widen.

"What do you remember?"

"I was... 23. And I think I was poisoned."

Matt sighed and took off his broken glasses. He tugged at the collar of his blue button up. He unbuttoned the shirt halfway. Y/N stared at his bare chest.

"Do I.. Intrigue you in any way?" Matt asked, undoing another button.

"K-kind of." Y/N adjusted herself in her seat.

The tea kettle went off and Matt turned around to make her tea. As he was stirring it. He unbuttoned his shirt all the way and left it fall the the floor. He handed it to her as she choked.

"Kind of.. What about now?"

"Yea." was all she said as she took a sip.

"I do have to do a couple more Experiments with you. How would you like to have sex with me?" Matt asked.

"What?"

Matt just nodded and gazed deeply into her eyes. "For experimental purposes.. Obviously."

"If it helps you. Then yes."

"Great. Finish your tea." Matt walked over into the living room and sat down.

He waited for her to finish, soon after she walked over with her head held up high. Matt stood up without a word and grabbed her hand. He lead he back up to his room and set her on the bed. He locked the door. He walked back over to her.

"Do you know what to do?"

"Yeah. Can I ask.. Why are we doing this?"

"I need to know how your body reacts to different things, Y/N."

"Got it."

He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. He lifted the shirt over her, as he arms plopped back down. He reached down, looking up at her, he Roughly pulled down the makeshift shorts. She huffed in response. He took off his pants, he stepped out of them then laid her down. He crawled on top of her, positioning himself in between her legs. Y/N breathed out heavily at the sight of his hard cock. He pulled down his boxers slightly and alligned himself with her. He held onto her waist as he pushed himself into the wet, soaked, lips. She let out a gasp. Her second left hand going on his chest, her first right going over her mouth. He went slow, deep. He moaned at every slight push, everytime her tightness pulled him back in. He hurried up his pace, sound of moans and pants filled the large room. Matt wrapped his arms around her and humped fast. He pulled himself closer, her arms and legs wrapping around him. He thrusted hard, making the bed creak and the bed shake. Y/N on the other hand, was trying to find the words to tell him how good it was, how big he was. Matt had done his research, a dead creature like her could not get pregnant, so yes, he was excited to fill her up.

"Fuck your so tight." Matt said causing Y/N to whimper.

"W-whats this feeling?" she whispered into Matt's ear.

"Does it feel like a knot in your stomach?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?" her breath hitched.

He looked at her, then leaned in closer with a smile. "I'm gonna make you come." Matt laughed.

--

They sat up on the bed and took a second to breathe. Matt grabbed a notebook and wrote down everything about Y/N, how she reacted, how her body reacted, her emotions, everything. Y/N brushed her hair back and sighed. She put her clothes on laid down in the bed.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked, placing a hand on her thigh.

"Did you get everything you needed for your.. Notebook thingy?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" she asked sitting up with a smile.

"I could add a couple more things."

A/N

This took a minute I fell asleep halfway through but wtv

[ase-trollplays]

I'm crazy bored and craving interaction, but none of my little bitches have ideas for an open. X_X

[dustykneed]

Hello! Random whipper snipper! Share a WIP of your work!

ooh, with pleasure. six the musical araleyn fanart? in the year 2k24? more likely than you think xDD

i realize this looks finished, but technically i'm still deciding whether to add a background or not lol. still, for the sake of sharing a proper WIP, here's a line or two from an araleyn brainworm WIP that i started reworking yesterday (mild tw for religious guilt and period-typical internalized homophobia from aragon's pov):

She remembers sharing her bed with Anne at Henry's behest, remembers the nights of tossing and turning and trying not to think about Anne asleep next to her-- remembers waking up to dark hair spilling across her pillow and the press of blood-warm bosoms against her own, softer than sin, as hot as the Devil, remembers lying still as death, mouthing prayers into the heat of Anne's neck like an act of penance.

[kindlythevoid]

(FotR, pg. 42)

(FotR, pg. 74)

Guys Guys Guys Guys I know I know I KNOW we talk about Frodo and Sam's bond. Which is valid. Totally valid, I do it myself on occasion.

BUT.

BUT.

FRODO AND MERRY!!!!

FRODO PROBABLY GREW UP WITH MERRY!!! (I did the math cuz I'm a nerd) Merry was 7 when Frodo left to go live with Bilbo, but Frodo spent 9 years in Buckland!! He was there when Merry was born!! Merry hasn't known life without Frodo!!! Yes, Frodo was 21 when he left but he was in his "tweens" and probably still had to hang out with the younger kids aka MERRY!!!

Just. Look at them!! Frodo was a Respectable Gentlehobbit and Merry was one of those weird Brandybucks but they were both Adults and Frodo trusted Merry to find him a suitable house that he would supposedly retire in and Frodo didn't know that Merry knew that Frodo was leaving!! He just trusted Merry to get all the accounts settled and to find him a cute little house and he does!!! Merry does!!! He helps him find a house, he goes with the furniture to set it all up for Frodo when he gets there!! He even helps monitor everything that's being given away after Bilbo leaves and Frodo needs a moment!!

It's just. We're not even 100 pages in, they haven't left the Shire, but it's so blindingly obvious that Frodo trusts Merry and Merry looks out for Frodo, even though there's a 14 year age gap between them. They're friends, best friends, look at that first bit I put up there, they're joking around after Lobelia insulted Frodo and it's so natural, such a great little moment.

It's so. It's so obvious, right from the very beginning, like, of course Merry follows Frodo out of the Shire. It's not because Frodo's All That or anything, it's just that they're best friends and Merry cares for him and he wants to make sure he'll be alright. And I love that about Merry, I think it's a great character trait of his that you see again with Pippin. He loves them, so he follows them, even and especially into the unknown, but when it's their time to leave, to move on, he let's them. He keeps on loving them and trusting them, except this time it's trusting that they'll come back. And hoping that letting them know that they are loved will help them return.

[kideternity]

A lot of people point out and joke about and compare the change in fashion Hongo undergoes after the first fourteen episodes, when he returns properly to the show, around the late forties episode mark, which is very understandable to do to be fair because he really does start letting that chest peek through. This might just be reading into it too much, but, to me, I always viewed this change of fashion to simply reflect Hongo's change of character. Along the way I've noticed once Hongo is properly reintroduced, there’s a much less heavy emphasis on his suffering and his feelings of depression, even in the ending narration for each episode- not to say that he suddenly doesn’t Have Those feelings anymore, more that they’re (probably) less of a major forefront on Hongo's mind. I always read the implication personally that Hongo started dressing more casually and even arguably more fashionably to be a reflection of him slowly learning to accept what he is now- becoming more comfortable in his own body again, literally and figuratively. Of course, this is all simply one ant's thoughts, that doesn’t really take in things like say cultural influence or show behind the scenes/production changes, it’s just a nice thing for me to muse about

[rachadoodz]

Part predictions part wishlist

[necrotic-nephilim]

i love your fics and the ideas you describe for the ask games. i'm especially fond of your takes on the rarer pairings and i always smile when i see your posts in the ship tags <3

and don't stress too much about not posting anything, real life is important and participating in fandom should be fun, not something you have to force yourself to do. god knows fandom burnout is real, especially if you feel like people are expecting something from you. just keep doing what makes you happy :)

ghgfhgjhkjhjhg this was so sweet, thank you so much! i *love* talking about rarer rarepairs, especially if it gets other people to ship them too. the popular ships are fun and all, but i truly love spreading rarepair propaganda.

that's very reassuring, thank you <3 i've loved everything i posted here so far and have not felt pushed to post anything i haven't enjoyed, but sometimes i forget i can like. use this blog for whatever i want and not *just* headcanons/fics/mets/etc lol. and i also forget i don't have to rush myself. it's annoying to want to write and either not have time or not have the words work. i used to run a fandom blog in my teens that got very large and felt like a chore and i was so stressed about the need to perform and the numbers and all of that. like if a fic didn't do well i saw it as a personal failing and forced myself to write popular headcanons just for the numbers game. was not fun or sustainable in the long run and i think it contributed to me no longer having any taste for the ship i primarily wrote for. so for too long i treated existing in fandom like a job lol. i've mostly gotten it through to myself that this is a space for me, but i occasionally forget when i'm so caught up in all the things i want to get to for this blog. my to-write list is a mile long and i need to be bonked with a paper towel roll, i think. so it's very kind of you to say this bc the reminder is nice <3

[crossbackpoke-check]

Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣

re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’

wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!

[thelonelyshore-if]

It is possible that tumblr ate an ask I received, since I had a notification but didn't actually have any new asks. If you've sent an ask today you might want to go ahead and send it again, because otherwise I will not see it!

[ford-ye-fiji]

being your father’s favorite child is a burden not often talked about

[gender-premium-tm]

im new to tumblr but you’re like one of the first artists ive come across and I just want to say that I really like your art.

HEGUGEHEGEH???? thank you so much!!!

[anachronistic-falsehood]

going 2 imagine that tide lambert my dad tide lambert is holding my hand thru these interviews and saying supportive shit like "you got this!!! 👍" yes i am mentally ill dont talk 2 me

[ferretpajamapants]

DUMB QUESTION 🗣️💥💥💥

How did you find out about BBT? :D (JUST CURIOUS, IT'S ALR IF U DON'T WANT TO ANSWER :D)

not dumb at all!! :33

I've been a life-long fan of newgrounds since I got access to the internet as a youngin', so I've always just kinda knew about it! ʅ ( ․ ω ․) ʃ

though; it sparked up again a few months ago due to my hyperfixation/interest on the oneygang! I'd listen to sleepycast alot just whenever — and stamper was a main guest on there! I already liked and admire stampers stuff (especially considering hes inescapable if you like NG in general lol)

Which lead my spark to battleblock theater again! I don't remember exactly what started it, but it was kinda bound to happen eventually X))

much appreciated question!! I hope I didn't ramble on too much, here's the first hatty I drew when my hyperfixation started this year!

[kindlythevoid]

Y’all, y’all, I know this is (among many, many other things) the talk-about-your-fanfics site but I physically cannot talk about them without being prompted. However, because I am dying to talk about them, I have decided to do it in the format of an ask game.

What story (stories?) are you writing rn that you’ll most likely publish next? ∩(´∀`∩)

What story (stories?) are you writing rn that will most likely linger in your head for an undetermined period of time? (*´▽｀*)

What tropes do you like writing about the most? (´▽`ʃƪ)

Lore dump about the OCs (see tags for options)! (∩˃o˂∩)

One individual fun fact for each OC in the tags. ヽ(‘ ��‘ )ノ

Longest fic you’ve written (published or not)? ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

Shortest fic you’ve written (published or not)? ‹•.•›

Fic that is near and dear to your heart? ♡

Top three fics you’ve written (in author’s opinion)? ♡♡♡

Story Moodboard of choice (either you or author picks the story; author makes). (◡‿◡✿)

OC Moodboard of choice (either you or author picks the OC; author makes). ❀☉‿☉❀

Write another line in your WIP (rude, productive, but okay). ◔̯◔

Drop a playlist for a story! ♪♡♪

Umm… yeah, so feel free to reblog to use the ask game yourself!! Fingers crossed all those nervous writers get to lore dump, yeah?