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[echosong-87]

Question with is the favorite instrument of Branch

Moonlit Branch liked the violin and the piano…. Those two instruments were his favorite because of how he enjoyed having his adoptive family’s company.

The violin being the very first and it gives him more of a reason to bond with Minuet Sonata… same with the piano and bonding with the Crescendo brothers… Dante and Forte.

And of course later down the line… Barb taught him to play the electric guitar…(part of hers and Poppy’s lil bet on winning his heart.. 😆) and of course he did loved it.

Fun fact: he doesn’t smile a lot and tends to never show it at body language… kinda acting like a statue from most times…. the best thing to see any emotion from him are from his eyes… like the saying goes… the eyes are the windows to the soul.

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Anyone got any more questions for me?

I been getting some questions...but I am not forcing any of you to question me...

But I don't mind having more questions about my Cartoon Oc's and my toon universe...

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Ok hear me out… Negatus… wearing this:

(Pretty please)

Here comes the boiiiiii

[theroundbartable]

If anyone wants to send me any asks, I'd be delighted to answer them :)

You can ask me about me, about my takes on BBC Merlin, on characters, my fanfics , my art... Anything that may interest you.

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Also what is Time if the Hero of Time is dead

i mean... *I* certainly never said that! (he is the hero of time through some wishy-washy magic time travel (?) bs, but the counselors and the campers don't know that.) thats all im allowed to say!

[sariastrategos]

Writing prompt! Hux being a snooty tea aficionado while Kylo's like "it's not that deep". Bonus if Kylo tries to make Hux some tea and and it's just water and leaves, getting Hux all flustered up on his high horse about varieties and steeping times, etc.

I love this so much, reminds me of my tea shop AU!

“Listen, I know you’re particular about everything, but don’t you think this is a bit much?”

Hux scoffed “There is nothing wrong with being particular, I shouldn’t have to settle for sub-par in anything. And no, this is perfect.”

They stood looking at the machine Hux had dramatically revealed moments ago, expecting the deserved oohs and ahhs such a marvel was due. Kylo had looked at it and raised an eyebrow. Hux was beyond thrilled with the final product and Kylo was certain it had been a waste of time and effort.

“It isn’t a kettle you neanderthal” Hux clicked his tongue and took a calming breath before continuing, quite patiently he thought. “It’s a variable range temperature controller. You see I pour water in the reservoirs and-“

“And it heats it to whatever temperature you program it to?” He asked wryly.

“Yes, exactly!” He replied excitedly. Or as outwardly excited as he ever got. “I can program any temperature I want and-“

“And it boils the water.” Kylo felt his lips twitching up.

“It heats the water precisely to the set temperature. To the very degree!” Hux told him, desperately trying to impress upon him how magnificent the machine was and rapidly losing his own enthusiasm.

“So it’s a very precise kettle.” He replied, amused “It’s still just a kettle.”

Hux had kicked him out after that. He may have deserved it, Hux had apparently put a lot of hours into designing and building his very own water heater. With separate reservoirs that heated individually in case a guest wanted a different tea. Kylo understood being proud of something you’d made but Hux had already had a perfectly fine kettle that even heated the water to different temperatures. Maybe not to within ‘the very degree’ but an acceptable range was fine for most people.

Not to Hux who shunned tea from the mess hall or anything not prepared meticulously by himself. Kylo had seen him choke down a cup of tea at a social event with a dignitary they’d needed to secure relations with. He’d looked like someone had handed him water from the garbage disposal as he forced down sip after sip until the cup was empty. He’d politely declined a second cup, he was watching his caffeine intake he’d lied through his liar teeth. Kylo had declined simply because he didn’t like tea.

So fine, Hux’s big things were tea, engineering and precision in all things. And maybe he should have at least made an effort to fake interest. Made the oohs and ahhs Hux felt were due. Not that Hux would have believed it for a second but he appreciated whenever he made an effort.

Often when it came to Kylo, Hux was satisfied if he at least tried. The bar was pretty low but he somehow managed to slide under it.

He’d make it up to him. Go back later on once he’d cooled off with a few cups of precisely boiled tea. He’d tell him to give him a demonstration, to the very degree, and pretend to be suitably impressed. He’d choke down the examples of perfection and Hux would be delighted and appeased with his suffering. Apology via self sacrifice.

Hux wouldn’t give him the chance.

“Ren I don’t have time to entertain you.” He’d declared the moment the door opened. “I have work to do and so do you.”

“Well…maybe we could work together? You can make me a cup of your fancy tea and we-“

“Your pathetic attempt at an apology for your shameful lack of appreciation for my efforts is less important than my budget reports.” And the door was shut in his face.

Ouch. Shunned for budget reports…

So Hux may be more upset than he thought.

A bigger gesture would be required.

He spent a few days trying to talk to him. Asked him how his day was going (“like you care”) how were the budget reports? (“Can you even tell me what a budget is? Hm? After destroying yet another console when I expressly told you the expense?”) how was Millie? (“You leave her out of this!”).

He even tried brewing him a cup of tea! Maybe a little to show him that the precise temperature barely mattered but also as a peace offering. He’d made sure to put in exactly as much tea as he’d seen Hux use and followed the steeping times and everything.

Hux had sniffed it like it might be poison, sneering in distaste but he tried it. He took a tentative sip and promptly spat it back out into the cup “Stars, Kylo, what did you brew this in? A metal kettle? Did you even strain it, there’s leaves everywhere!”

“You can taste the kettle I used?” Was he serious? “And of course I strained it, it’s just hard to get all the pieces out!”

“Of course I can taste it, there’s an awful metal tang! A standard kettle no less, the leaves, which are everywhere by the way, did you even use an infuser? The leaves have been scalded by the incorrect temperature and made it bitter. Undrinkable. Thank you for the further insult.” He thrust the cup back at Kylo who just barely caught it and stomped away.

Hurt and anger rolled off him in waves, amplified whenever Kylo was close enough. The crew had picked up on the tension, barely hiding the fact they were watching and listening to their conversation. Not even bothering to cover their smirks as he stomped off the bridge. They were all Hux’s men and he’d never bothered to endear himself to them. Perhaps he should have. Ever since their argument, his favourite foods were mysteriously all gone from the caf before he could get there.

Before he could figure out a way back into Hux’s good graces, and by extension the crew’s, he was sent away. A minor planet under their control was trying to rise against them, burning banners and FO symbols, declaring their freedom. Kylo and his Knights were dispatched to quell the matter quickly and a contingent of troopers left behind to maintain control.

It was on his way back that he got the idea. They were right by the system…

He informed his Knights of a detour and that they were to proceed without him. A chorus of acknowledgements rippled around him laced with amusement and at least one impression of a whip being cracked. He had old them to fuck off and changed his flight path.

The delay had cost him several hours, two hundred credits and the mortification of walking in civilian clothes through the streets but he thought it would be worth it. The looks he got stalking the halls with his prize grated against him. The amusement flooding his senses even more so. But he would bear it. The echo of Hux’s disappointment and hurt had followed him like an echo for long enough.

He approached his quarters with no small amount of trepidation and fumbled the basket to remove his helmet. Took the time to position everything just so, precision in all things, presentation. Hit the request for entry button.

It opened seconds later “Where the hell have you been? Your Knights-“ Hux’s furious face morphed into one of surprise. A look Kylo didn’t get to see very often but now was not the time to revel in it.

“I’m sorry.” He told him quickly “Your work deserved more than my derision. You put time and effort into it, you were happy and proud of it and I didn’t appreciate it as I should have.”

The surprise only grew with each word and when he held out his offerings he thought he almost saw his jaw drop. Almost. “I’d like to make it up to you.”

Hux took the offered items from him, the tiniest hint of pink at his ears and Kylo thought maybe he’d done well. He belatedly hoped the general had no allergies as he leaned forward to delicately sniff at the perhaps overly large assortment. Hoped the shopkeeper had made good recommendations from the sparse information he was able to give them. That the baked goods weren’t too sweet. Hux didn’t like sweet. He liked tart. Citrus. Shortbreads and lemon tarts were the sweetest he’d seen him go. Was it enough? Was it too much?

“Kylo this is…” the struggle for words gave him a slight thrill of hope “You went out of your way to get these things? For me?”

Kylo nodded, tried not to swell up with pride when the pink crept down into his cheeks. Hux hated blushing, thought it made him look splotchy and undignified. Kylo sought to make him flush as often as he could.

“Kylo is that tea from the-“

“The Christoph system? It is.”

“Don’t interrupt me.” He glared. The rebuke held less venom than it might have normally. Lost some of its impact with the colour staining his cheeks. “You went to the Christoph system to get me tea and flowers? Because I was mad at you?”

Kylo shifted his weight from foot to foot, an action he was supposed to have grown out of, and measured his words carefully. “Because I was an asshole and I hurt you. And I needed to make it up to you. I may have gone a little overboard…”

Hux huffed at him, the corners of his mouth beginning to twitch up. “I don’t know, the insult to my work was worth at least the flowers.” They’d die all too soon “But I do appreciate the effort.” Kylo smiled hopefully “Did you get me six teas?”

He ran a hand through his hair “I couldn’t pick one. I don’t know enough about tea, I just told the guy your three favourites and he recommended these-“

“You know my favourite teas?” The colour bloomed a little brighter, reaching across his nose. “How?”

“I do listen when you talk” Kylo smiled “I notice things. Like when you reach for your tarine and click your tongue when there’s only a little left. The little hum when you take your first sip of Orange Pekoe with an extra scoop of tea in the afternoon. You like lemon ginger if you’re feeling ‘less than optimal’ and trying to hide it. I notice.” He finished quietly.

The flush had well and truly reached his collar and beyond. “Would you like to come in for a cup?”

“I would love to.”

He might not know a thing about tea.

But he knew Hux.

@janzoo I love you I’m sorry it took so long!! What a fic this turned into, thank you for the prompt!

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Pink Sue?

One down, Seven to go!

This is my first time in literal ages drawing Sue, and I’m really happy with how she’s come out! She’s disaster-prone, but beautiful. I may change some things between this and my eventual ‘design’ for her, but I still love this nonetheless.

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???

ask are open and please ask anything

[loonsightneedshelp]

(OOC)

Dude why are comics so hard.

I wanna lore drop

But I want neat art

But art is hard

Help

(Also, would yall like a sneak peek? I have 1 panel done but I should have at least 1 more by the end of the day)

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YO MIME!!! >_< how tall even r u??? u so big /aff

6'2 w/o antlers . 7'3 [technically] w/ antlers

(sloppy drawing because I'm tired but need to prove I'm still active on this blog)

[lasnevadasisopen]

Hey Big Q, do you ever miss Wilbur after he left to Utah?

I'm sorry he went where?? Why the fuck did he go to Utah? Of all places?????? What the fuck is that man smoking???

And I might miss him a little bit but that's none of your business-

[echosong-87]

What would a Country equivalent to Moonlit Prince Branch be like? I can't help but imagine Centaur!Branch like in Deltamune's Country!Branch AU.

You are confusing me on there…. Umm? Like my Moonlit Branch meeting that AU Branch? Like his reaction?

Or do you want a Centaur Moonlit Branch? And him meeting the original Moonlit Branch?

Cause I dunno on what you mean?

._.;

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Um...😳

Thank you for the Water Carl...? 😶

Um...😶

😐💬

[autumntouched]

Definitely need to turn off my tumblr notifications next time my parents are in town 😅 Smut asks popping up on my phone while I’m showing them pics of my friends’ kids 🫣 😳🪦

[kittynugg]

okay now this is getting out of hand who gave stan mabel's sweater

there's a time traveler on the loose and they keep giving the youngins of new jersey accessories that arent supposed to exist yet

i dont think he likes pink

anywayyy reblogs appreciated as always, or like it or just scroll past it but if you want anyone else to see this you're gonna have to reblog :>

also i did one of little ford if you're interested shdfksdhkuh

insanity is once again below the cut

what was i DOING the scale was all off

"duhhhh uhhh whats hair"

i figured it out eventually like i always do

gave him a face, it is enrichment

did NOT know what i wanted the pose to be

eventually decided on this despite wanting to give him little dino hands instead because i cannot dra w hands

colored without shading

also i drew most of this with my cat sitting on my shoulders

my back hurty

[havenandart]

if you perchance wanted to draw jay n dick just hangin out. i would have no choice but to love and appreciate you forever

"watch your mouth, little wing."

just thought about dick being a good big bro to jaybin before everything falls apart. ruined my own life for a moment