#meme answers yay!

[rainbow-wolf120]

Ougahhhh suffering art block. Drew some SB ships to get out of it

[1-800-luvmail]

had a funny idea of having a long distance relationship w/ johnathan ohnn and remaining in touch even after the whole collider incident but being completely left in the dark abt the whole situation.

at some point in your relationship, he seems to go radio silent— which does in fact make you panic— but then he's back!!! and everything is normal again between the two of you! well,,, kind of?

weirdly, he prefers calls and texts over facetime now. and yes, it is kinda odd that he never talks about his job at alchemax anymore. nor does he reply as quickly to your calls or texts,,, but you don't mind! of course, he hasn't been exactly told you what happened but he swears he will. eventually. at some point.

you hear on the news about a new villain causing chaos and shit around where he lives so you— having no clue— tell him to stay extra safe!

you also ask him abt wtf is going on there becuz??? hello? does shit like that just happen in new york?

yeah so he doesn't tell you. but he can't hide it forever.

especially because he's not the only one with secrets! you've got the plane ticket already, excited to surprise him with a visit.

ft. crappy edit of the meme becuz i cant stop giggling 2 myself. itz not even funny im jus amused easily (*´ｰ｀)ゞ

[eesirachs]

Hi Sam, can you explain what does Body without Organs mean?

the bwo is the exit-point of the body, it is the figuration of the body that is affective, semiotic, nonfleshy. it names a selfhood that is nonorganic and nonrepresntable. it is the body unthought, the body emergent

[dooxliss]

luigi with 2B :]

ik this ask wasn’t like. meant for me but i really wanted to do it when i had time so uh.

plus bonus daisy + peasley

ask meme

[remyfire]

ohh my god 66 for beejhawk would be so good, if the spirit grabs you

Kink Writing Prompts 66.) Caught masturbating (THE MOOD DID INDEED STRIKE ME. I hope this is as fun for you as it was for me~)

In a MASH unit, there are risks one is forced to take every day of their life, and everyone is familiar with them. There might be a sniper. At any moment, they might have to bug out. The food in the mess tent could kill them without any warning.

The biggest risk happens every time someone goes to grab a shower.

There are small, frail pockets of time that people get to themselves here, and there's a basic understanding that if you head into the shower when there's an unoccupied stall, you're accepting the danger of finding someone with their hand working feverishly just out of view. Everyone does it. You've just gotta be perfunctory about it and be ready to be teased for the rest of the day if you're not as quick at pulling away as you should be.

Hawk, fortunately, has gotten very good at being speedy.

It doesn't hurt, having a guy like BJ attached to his hip for a good twelve or eighteen hours out of the day. He's got plenty of material to pull from. And as nice as it would be to take his time with a nice, long jerk-off session—maybe fingering himself, milking his prostate just to see how far he can take his release—he'll have to save that for the next time he scores some R&R.

Every inch of Beej is so good looking, it's almost intimidating, but there's always an aspect that'll catch Hawk depending on the day. Sometimes it's his legs, so long and strong and begging to be bitten. Maybe it's his hands with such beautiful, elegant fingers that he wants to suck on for hours. 

Today, with water still hot on his skin, Hawk tips his head forward with a shiver as he works his cock, and he thinks very specifically about BJ's torso.

He's so keyed up that he can barely let himself settle on one part of it for long. He wants to nuzzle his thick pelt of hair, to bite his trapezius, to press his hand into his stomach and watch how the skin pillows gently around his touch. He wonders what it looks like when there's long, red fingernail stripes painting Beej's back when he's fucking someone so well that they can't do anything but cling and ride the wave.

A quiet whimper breaks from Hawk as he digs his fingers into the stall's edge, so close to his release. In his mind's eye he pictures Beej smirking up at him as he pulls his shirt all the way up to his collarbone, murmurs for Hawk to cover him in his—

The door creaks and Hawkeye's eyes fly open as he rips his hand away, slams it into the stall so hard that it makes an audible impact.

"Whoa!" A deep laugh. "Did I scare you?"

Hawk twists his back to BJ with a forced chuckle of his own. "Jesus, Beej, warn a guy, will ya?"

"Ah, sorry, I'll knock the next time I'm heading into the public shower," BJ murmurs, amused.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. It's one thing to be interrupted while you're jerking off, and it's another thing entirely for it to be the subject of your fantasy just strolling in right when you're approaching the point of no return. Hawkeye glances down. His cock is aching, flushed and angry with him for straddling his peak, forcing himself to walk back.

Behind him, he hears BJ slipping out of his robe, the stall door opening, the clink of his shower kit. "Everything all right, Hawk?"

"Peachy." He's already washed himself, but he feels for the bar of soap and starts lathering his body again.

A pause. Only when BJ turns his own shower on does he speak. "Soooo what're you looking at?"

Hawk stares a hole through the canvas wall, his mind taking a moment to catch up. "Oh, I was thinking we should consider wallpaper."

"Wallpaper?"

"Yeah. Something red. Maybe floral. Why not?" Oh, he dearly hopes the water turns cold soon. The fear's not doing enough.

"Well, isn't it a little gauche to paper a bathroom? Not to mention the humidity."

Hawkeye sets the soap aside and clears his throat. "All right, all right, if you'd rather do paint—"

"Hawk." BJ's tone is warm.

"Yeah, yeah?"

"You can just finish it off, you know."

He comes very close to choking on his own spit as he peeks over his shoulder. "Do what now?"

BJ smirks, eyes shut as he scrubs his face. "C'mon. You think this is the first time I walked in on that? I was a jock. I lived in a frat house. Literally nothing I haven't seen before."

I wanna say this is a completely different situation. Unbidden, his eyes skim down BJ's whole figure before Hawk forces himself to look at his face, nothing else. "You don't think that'd be a little...weird, huh?"

BJ shrugs. He scrubs his hair next, suds starting to cut marks down his cheeks. "It's sex. It's relief. What's more normal than that?"

There is a terrifying door that BJ's opening up for Hawkeye right now, and he really has no idea what he's doing. There are two beasts at war in his body—the one snarling for any opportunity to give into the hunger he feels when Beej is nearby, the aching one in his skull that's whispering about what a shit idea that is. It'll make everything hurt worse in the end. There's not a piece of him who could pretend he'd be happy with just that, no other part of BJ.

But he starts to relax a little more in the stall, letting the chain go finally to preserve a bit of warm water for whoever might traipse in here next. "Oh, and I'm sure you'd say the same thing to somebody like...like Frank or Charles or Colonel Potter."

Beej furrows his brow. He ducks under the spray and rinses himself clean. "Ah...no. Probably not. Just you."

Heat surges straight back into his gut. "Just me."

"Mm. But let's be honest, Hawk." When he opens his eyes, he stares straight into Hawkeye's. "If you walked in on me jerking off, you'd tell me to finish too."

Hawkeye takes a very long, very slow, very deep breath purely because if he doesn't, he's gonna faint right fucking here. They don't look away. They don't even blink. There's a million different ways he could take those words, and as the humid steam continues to swirl around them, he uses it as a cloud to speak one uncertain reply. "Okay. So you do it too, then."

BJ actually laughs, one of those big ones that makes the sun come out. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. If it's so...normal and all."

Hawk expects BJ to balk, to make a joke of it and grab his towel and start finishing up. But he still doesn't turn away. He shakes his head with a little sigh and leans into the stall wall too, aligned with Hawk, separated only a couple of feet apart by one thin door that hides nothing from the imagination. "All right. Sure. Why not?"

There's no way this is happening. Objectively this is the most ridiculous thing Hawk's gotten himself into, and that's saying quite a lot. The world he exists in can't possess a reality where he could goad BJ Hunnicutt, happily married heterosexual man, into jerking off with him.

But as Beej drops his hand to his cock, Hawk chances a glance, and the other man's already half hard as it is.

Maybe it's just a further evolution of the competitiveness that colors their every interaction. Maybe it's just another sign of how being in a tiny compound outside of Uijeongbu has morphed reality into something so far beyond what they're used to that even this isn't that big of a deal. Maybe it's just a big joke to him.

None of those incredibly reasonable thoughts make sense of why BJ is leaning back on one elbow as he hums and slowly tugs at his cock, but...

Hawkeye's the worst of men tonight, he thinks. He's had integrity in the past. He's leaned into it time and time again. But right now, the only part of it that he can really grab hold of is just to look away—not to violate whatever thin boundary might still exist by using BJ's living, breathing, married body as fantasy fodder.

He's not sure why he bothers, really. The second he closes his eyes, it's all he can see anyway.

Hawk returns to himself, long strokes that start to settle the millions of conflicting emotions in his body. The pleasure running through him is electric, like grabbing a live wire, and he chokes back a quiet moan until it's nothing more than the edge of a whine.

But he guesses BJ still hears it because the sound he makes in reply can't be described as anything but a growl.

Fuck. Just one more look. That's it, and he's done.

The moment he turns his head, BJ's already watching him.

It's probably...just...another part of their competitive nature, that they don't look away, that they're... Yeah, no, makes perfect sense, for the exact same reason as why BJ's lips quirk as his lashes fall low, as he turns to squeeze himself into the wall next to the shower head instead so they're facing each other, and...

Hawk shrinks back against his own stall, licking his lips, his eyes flicking down once, twice, before he becomes aware of how Beej is watching his hand in turn. There's no way, there's no way—

One more rough moan held back behind Beej's closed lips and Hawkeye throws his head back with a shuddering gasp, coming in fire-hot spurts that he just barely manages to catch in his palm.

"Fuck," BJ spits, just sharp enough that it draws Hawk's startled attention, almost takes the edge off his own orgasm. But the moment he gets to watch how Beej tips his head back and lets go, Hawk's wobbly knees threaten to drop him to the ground. Beej lets out a single groan as he comes, and Hawkeye loses himself in the details—how his cock twitches with each second of release, how his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, how...how his cum coats his stomach, his chest, dripping down with the water, how he...

Fuck. Fuck. He's so fucking gorgeous. It's not fair.

BJ rolls his neck with a widening smirk, fingers coming to rest lightly on his stomach. He moves back into the path of the shower spray and scrubs his belly clean with slow, deliberate moves. As though he's aware of exactly what he's doing to Hawk, he tightens his stomach, each part of his rectus abdominis flexing.

A new hunger twists itself into knots within him. He wishes he'd been bold enough to... His mouth waters, jaw aching from how tightly he's clenching it.

Only when Beej grabs his towel does Hawk remember he hasn't moved a fucking inch since he finished. He lunges for his own chain and scrubs his slick hand off, but the movement in the corner of his eye makes him flinch.

It's BJ, dried off completely, reaching across the wall. He hesitates. As the air trembles around them, Hawk holds his breath as the fuzziness in his skull bleeds into uncertainty.

BJ tilts his head. Reaches a little further. His fingers are gentle as they wrap around the back of Hawkeye's neck and draw him in, step by step, until he can leave the softest peck on Hawk's lips.

Time stands completely fucking still. Hawk leans after him once BJ starts to back up, which only makes Beej grin harder. "We should go grab dinner," Beej murmurs.

Hawk blinks wildly. "BJ?"

"C'mon." He looks Hawk up and down. He snags his robe and laughs. "You made me build up quite an appetite."

It's...it's okay? Nothing's... The smile's infectious, creeping across Hawkeye's face as well as he grabs his own towel. "Beej."

"Last one there's a rotten powdered egg."

"Oh, no, no, you son of a bitch, don't you go anywhere," Hawkeye calls after him as he scrambles for his robe. "I'm not done with you yet!"

BJ looks over his shoulder, bright as the sun. "You'll have to catch me first," he teases, then strolls away.

[geraniumplant]

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𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 Ö 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈’𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ~

Hmm. I have to think. 🤔 Maybe Meier Link from Vampire Hunter D. The movie & the books don't go deep enough into his back story, which is his clan doesn't feed on humans. I think I could have a lot of fun with him. Plus his love for Charlotte is so wholesome. I'm such a sucker for forbidden romances like that.

[divinacaptivus]

Assumption: Big E has tried to breed larger floofier doggos so that he can pet them.

And even he doesnt know who killed Captain Alex in the movie: Who Killed Captain Alex

"I have not heard of 'Who Killed Captain Alex'. I have, however, attempted to use genetic manipulation to breed dogs the size of Fenrisian Thunder Wolves to keep as companions. The unfortunate thing about dogs is that they are very short lived. I am attempting to remedy that!"

[thorst]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog !

Thanks for the tag, @thorfics ! 🥰

1. My favourite is that I used to (many years ago now) crew a tall ship (three-masted barquentine, with both square rigged foremast sails & fore & aft on the main & mizzen) and I draw on those experiences heavily for my writing set in the age of sail.

2. I'm an architect by trade, and I used by trade just now because I think it's fun

3. The first piece of creative writing I can remember doing was also fanfiction (though I didn't know what fanfiction was). It was 1995, I had a class assignment to write a short story about my class and I going on an adventure, and I wrote about us all being shipwrecked and arriving (by dolphin-back, of course) on the shores of Dinotopia. Of course Bix greeted us. Thanks, Miss Shelly

[arthyritis]

3C yay-yay?

Loooove

[itstimetodrew]

Marik! Que 5, 12 and 24?

YES!!!!! jumping up and down!!!!!!!!! ^_^

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

I have One Million songs for Marik and half are just Nine Inch Nails tracks lmao BUT! if I get to pick one. I will move away from the edgy and stick with My Mirror Speaks by Death Cab for Cutie.

It is SUCH a good song for Marik's potential post-canon story. The excitement and fear of having an Imposed Lifelong Purpose laid to rest. Really reflecting on his past, wondering what aspects of himself are faults he needs to overcome versus just being Him. I love him sooo much

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

It's a pretty common fandom one I think but. That his eyesight fucking sucks. Because of being in The Ground. I don't think he'd reject glasses totally out of vanity though, I think he'd be more annoyed about the little things like sunglasses or them fogging up, just being an overall tiny nuisance lol

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

I do not have many fandoms so nothing jumps to mind and yet I must once again rail against THIS GUY in Fate. I am going to sue on Mr. Ishtar's behalf because having to do a double take in fanart or merch is damaging my well-being. You can't do the bangs AND spikes AND earrings AND tattoo schtick all at once what the hell is wrong with you... (technically this is a yami marik comparison bc its the most egregious but DON'T WORRY this fate guy also has a hair-down pretty boy look so 😒)

[tiberius-kirks]

hiii elle!!! for the oc asks: alone, future, and midnight for unnamed paladin?

hiiiii val!!!

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there’s no one around to see them?

as an oath-bound paladin, he has had his bond to his god present with him ever since he was divinely called upon -- so he hasn't been truly alone for the past twenty years, until one moment the radiant light in his soul is just simply gone. he's not doing well about this development, to say the least

future: What’s the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it’s a possibility?

the worst possible future for him is that there is no going back -- his god will never speak to him again and he'll never be able to apologize for whatever unknown mistake he did. he's losing his mind about it and it's his singular thought after he becomes forsaken. all of his self is now directed in avoiding that outcome, trying to figure out what he did wrong and how he can reach his god

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

he hasn't been able to have a good night's sleep since he was forsaken, so he stays up half the night praying to the empty silence that used to respond. i'm so obsessed with him you cannot believe

oc ask meme!

[attroxx]

❛ @inhumann said . . . look at me / botan & loni sdjfksldf ❜

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒. but he doesn't have to, because she does it for him. gripping his chin easily, she turns his head to meet her gaze which is intense to say the least. he'd told himself this year he'd work on being less shy. how was he able to do it behind a computer but once he left his apartment it was all over as far as social interactions go. botan feels his skin burning, an all too familiar feeling when standing this close to someone. he is quite taller than her, causing him to bend his neck at an awkward angle.

❛ loni . . . did i make you upset ? ❜ maybe avoiding eye contact had upset her and well, he can't blame her. he'd been scolded by his father multiple times about maintaining eye contact . . . shoulders straight, good posture . . . he can hear his dad's voice scolding him now.

send   “ look at me. “   for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them. ― accepting.

[sae-mian]

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

thank you for the ask!

nira'sae's current look actually has a story to it! their signature black coat is actually a chirurgeon's coat, lent to them by a doctor in mor dhona after they were treated for a... particularly problematic injury. they found the garment comfortable and easy to work with, so (with permission) they kept it, augmenting it to fit their needs.

we don't talk about minasha's.

(i was in my kpop era while designing him. the fashion influences are palpable.)

[mechahero]

anonymous asked- Lambda! Lambda, what are you wearing today? Where do you usually get your outfits from? Readers are desperate to know!

come in my inbox pretending to be a reporter! (accepting)

“Oh! Uh-” Lambda stammers, obviously caught off guard. He glances down at the bright pink dress (bodycon, no poofs or frills!) with a skull decal carefully ironed on, paired with a black spiked bracelet and an equally spiky belt to match. He’s also got fishnet leggings and the chunkiest boots in his closet on as well. “This!” He slightly gestures to himself.

“As for where to find stuff, um, sometimes I find it in the store? And thrift shops sometimes? Usually I just get stuff from the internet.” He says with a nervous chuckle at the ends.

[remyfire]

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🥰 sending you hugs 🥰

Mutuals Compliment Ask Meme

LYNN!! :D Hi hi hi.

I love how enthusiastically you embrace new ideas, new ships, new concepts that maybe don't always fit with the popular mold, and how quick you are to run with them and dive into WIPs with that new inspiration. You're one of my rare ship comrades and I get so incredibly excited when you talk about them in any form or fashion and when I get to read your snippets of them that you're chiseling away at!!

You are kind, bright, creative, and incredibly interesting, and I'm so glad we got the chance to meet!!

[goddessofroyalty]

Dick Grayson for the ask meme please!

my general perception of them

How did they manage to so well capture Eldest Daughter syndrome into a male superhero?

But more seriously - a long standing comic character who does deserve respect as a character while also shouldn't be taken too seriously (best butt of DC and all that)

an unpopular opinion or, failing that, a fun fact

I think I already covered that above.

music i associate with them (if any)

It's all the obvious stuff like Greatest Showman and Circus by Britney Spears.

if I feel (spiritually) like I could beat them in a fight

Absolutely not. On every single fighting front he would be able to beat me like immediately.

send me a character/ship