#my ask is open

[lumidotexe]

buff Macaque? please

the closest thing i got (doodle from June)

[sora-art-513]

Hello I want to say that I Love your Fanarts of Helluva Boss! There are Amazing!😆 and are they anymore Fanarts of Helluva Boss? I Missed the way you drew Them 🥺 specially the one you drawn Barbie and Stella Concept But I Love your Other Fanarts and Ocs too🫶🏼

I’m so Excited and Happy that you Asked! 🥳

This is My AU of Helluva Boss (I don’t have a name for the AU yet😅) Reimagined and Redesign version of them👇🏼 This is something I did for Fun a while back✍🏻✨

If you’re wondering why The Reason I stopped drawing them is because I fell out of love with this series don’t get me wrong I Love The Animation and Characters so Much and all the drama that have been happening in S1 was Awesome! 😆 But When S2 was released The story was kind of confused me and I was slowly falling out of love for the series itself😔

I still Love the Series but the writing just felt way off for me Sorry, So I stopped drawing them but drawn my HeadCanon version of them?? Don’t know lol but I hope you like My AU and My Redesigns of The Helluva Boss Characters☺️ I don’t think I would be drawing them anytime soon but let me know if you guys want to see more of My Redesigns like this🙌🏼✨

[angelicmoonstone]

seeing musical instruments with hypnotic powers i had a concept: what about a hypnotic music box? anyone who hears its tune after its wound falls into a blissful trance. i liked the idea bc doll vibes lol i might commission something like that but idk tbh.

I gotta get used to Clip Studio paint lol and I haven’t drawn Kuromi Chan in a while.

In all seriousness, I think it would be a great idea. Especially if you combine it with the Dark Crystal’s Call because remember

[cowbell-ghuleh]

Have you done block printing before by any chance? If not, I think you'd be incredible at it. The way you approached the last piece in particular would be well suited (other than the quadrillion itty bitty details 💀).

I already said it but holy moly that's incredible and Ghost should pay you very many monies for the astounding work.

To be honest I don't even know what that is XD

So no I've not done it before!

Ahhh! Thank you so much! Maybe I'll try one day, getting stuff on official merch is the dream of so many fan artists, just gotta get over the crippling self confidence issues and fear of rejection! 😂 😢

[cloudly-moonlight]

Can you write where Agustin and Mirabel speak french in front of the family during dinner.

I headcanon him that he can speak french and taught Mirabel in secret.

Sure, the bold are in French and the curved brackets are in English so please excuse my mistakes ToT

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The aroma of Abuela’s famous arroz con pollo usually had Mirabel’s stomach rumbling before she even reached the dining room. Tonight, however, the vibrant scents did little to penetrate the knot of anxiety twisting in her gut, she was late, again, a flurry of apologies had fallen on deaf ears as she slipped into her seat next to her father, Agustín, the last to arrive.

The dining room, usually a cacophony of boisterous laughter and overlapping conversations, was buzzing with a festive but restrained energy, it was Abuela Alma’s birthday, and despite the joyous occasion, a certain level of decorum was expected.

Isabela was twirling a perfectly formed rose, Dolores was subtly tapping her fingers against the table, Camilo was already halfway through his second plate, Antonio was feeding his jaguar, Bruno was chatting with Pepa and Félix, Luisa looked relieved at the chance to finally rest.

Mirabel picked at her food, her stomach still tight with the sting of Abuela’s earlier reprimand. "Mirabel, you must try to be more punctual,” Alma had said, her voice sharper than usual. "We all have our roles to play, and you, too, must learn to respect the family’s schedule."

The words, while not unexpected, had landed heavier today, making the typically comforting atmosphere of the dinner table feel less like home and more like a stage.

As the family chatter washed around her, Mirabel felt a familiar sense of isolation, she watched her mother, Julieta, smile at her, a silent offer of comfort, but Mirabel looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

She felt like a shadow, a faint echo in a room brimming with brilliance, she barely registered the family’s back-and-forth until she heard her father’s voice, but the words were different, unexpected.

"Ma douce fille, je vois que tu ne manges pas, as-tu perdu l'appétit (My sweet daughter, I see you not eating, did you lost your appetite)

Agustín asked, his tone gentle, his eyes holding a depth of concern that only Mirabel seemed to notice.

Mirabel’s eyes widened, her gaze snapping to his french, he had spoken and taught her in French, it was a small, secret language they shared, a world away from the Spanish spoken in the Encanto, It had started when Mirabel was a child, Agustín teaching her phrases from his mother's side of the family.

It had become their refuge, a comfortable unspoken understanding.

She quickly lowered her gaze to her plate, trying to maintain composure despite the surprise surging through her, she had not expected him to use their language.

"je n'ai plus faim, papa." (I'm not hungry anymore, dad.)

she replied softly, her voice barely audible above the family’s hum, she felt a small flicker of warmth bloom in her chest at the familiarity of the language, the secret shared between them.

Agustín’s brow furrowed slightly, a silent question in his gaze, he knew, without her saying it, that the 'not really hungry' was more than just a lack of appetite, he'd seen the way Alma had spoken to her, the subtle but unmistakable disapproval that wrapped around Mirabel like a heavy cloak, he reached out with his own hand to gently squeeze hers under the table, a silent reassurance.

"N'écoute pas ce vieux grincheux, tu es plus que tu ne le penses, tu es une merveille." (Don't listen to that old grinch, you are more than you know, you are a wonder.)

Mirabel nodded her head, still feeling sad but smiled a bit, the shunning, slander all taking a troll on her, there are times she has dark thoughts, wanting to leave the family, especially her grandma who made her feel like she never done enough.

"Elle me fait me sentir sans valeur, qu'est-ce que je fais de mal, papa, j'ai tout fait pour la famille mais pourtant je suis sur le chemin.." (She makes me feel worthless, what am I doing wrong, dad, I did everything for the family but yet I'm in the way.)

Agustín frowns, he sees it all, the way her sister treated her, Alma treats her, everyone else is busy in their own time, his wife is always cooking in the kitchen, no one takes breaks, only on special occasion.

"Tu ne fais rien de mal, c'est ta grand-mère… elle a tort." (You are doing nothing wrong, it's your grandma.. she's in the wrong.)

The conversation continued around them, oblivious to the exchange happening in a language they didn’t understand, Mirabel felt a little less isolated, the knot in her stomach loosening slightly, her father, in his quiet way, was seeing her, acknowledging her in a way that no one else had today, the French words, spoken in hushed tones, were more powerful than any grand gesture.

He glanced at his daughter untouch food and looked at her with an small smile.

"Voulez-vous partir et faire un pas dehors, nous pouvons rester dehors aussi longtemps que vous le souhaitez." (Wanna leave and take a step outside, we can stay outside as long you want.)

Mirabel quickly nodded her head, standing up fast, almost falling down, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"S'il vous plaît, je n'en peux plus, j'ai besoin de respirer." (Please, I can't take it no more, I need to breathe.)

Agustin placed a gentle hand on her arm, sending a jolt of warmth through her, he stood up, a quiet request escaping his lips. "Excuse me, Everyone, Mirabel and I are going to step away for a bit."

He didn’t wait for an answer, didn’t offer explanations, he just turned, his hand lightly guiding Mirabel as they walked towards the archway that lead out of the dining room, the family, temporarily silenced by Agustin’s unusual departure, watched them leave.

They reached the bench, a weathered wooden structure that had witnessed countless sunsets and moonlit nights, it sat beside the stream, where the water tumbled over smooth stones, its liquid voice a constant, calming presence, they settled onto it in a comfortable silence, their limbs finding their accustomed places, the stream flowed past, a ribbon of silver in the moonlight, reflecting the sky above in shimmering shards.

"Merci papa." (Thank you dad.)

"À tout moment, petit." (Anytime, little one.)

At this moment, they both stayed outside a bit longer, continue to speak in french.

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And done, I tried my best, I haven't wrote in a while which why am slowly getting back to writing.

[tom-is-online]

I'm bored put some asks in my ask box of questions for me to answer about whatever idm what it is rly

I'm not at home so I can't draw I losing it

[mangyraccooon]

Hiya Happy new years,

I’d like to ask why do most think Croco boy had a messy break up with Dragon? I like to think that they are married still and send letters back and forth talk about luffy the probably got so many photos of him in there coats. 😂

Happy new years!!!

The short version is; people want there to be a “bad guy” someone who takes all the blame for what happened and if that person hadn’t done that or chose this everything would be fine.In general it's easier to point a finger and say "its their fault" instead of recognizing ones own flaws. (you tend to see a lot of dragon bashing)

the long version is crocodile wasn’t there, he didn’t try to find luffy or raise him or anything. Now I don’t think he hates luffy or wants him to die. After all he did come to the rescue during marineford but that was ONLY after he heard dragons name. But that's where it gets complicated, because if crocodile does by some extension care. why did he leave/abandon Luffy in the first place? Why would dragon leave Luffy with Garp if there was another parent in the picture? why does crocodile leave his ring finger bare? The most logical explanation would be a bad break up or divorce. Croc seems to care but not enough to get involved in luffys life and by association dragons life.

I don't think croc would ever have photos of luffy somewhere people could find them but..

Dragon is a different story..

[bealzebubs-blog]

I'm gonna do doodle requests if anyone actually cares(I realised I forgor to post about it) just send me an ask and I'll draw it :)

I'll do ocs if you send a reference with the request

Edit: please send requests to my ask box so I can respond with the doodle, thank you

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Man I keep forgetting to post this because of all the good art on my timeline fr. 😩🙂‍↕️ Like damn

But anyway, currently humanish vox wip because drawing him is fun.

Obsessed

Long hair vox eat different, after I draw a few scenes with long hair vox I'll probably do the same but with short hair.

[cult52]

hello sweet ♡

can you pls plsss make some james mcavoy icons? n, if its not too much to ask, also aaron taylor-johnson? i desperately need 🥹🥹

like or reblog if you save ♡

[lumidotexe]

I was wondering, what would Macaque looks like if he had long hair in your style?

(obviously awesome)

long hair macaque is growing on me (pun intended)

[angelicmoonstone]

I bet Janus can crush me with her thighs. In-game. :)

That is one devastating ground pound XD don’t let Janus into Mario Party. Still think you can handle that?

[agoodgirlhasnoname]

Have you ever seen anyone with a micro penis?

Once or twice when I was too young and dumb to ask upfront out of fear of hurting their feelings, which was stupid of me.

I’m a total size queen through and through like my blog suggests—I prefer 6’2”+ (187.96+ cm) guys with huge dicks, it’s an absolute must for in my partner🎀

I’m 5’3” (160.02 cm) and size difference is a mega turn on for me, I love feeling pocket size compared to my dom 🥰

[cloudly-moonlight]

Falling in love with your fanfic of Agustin and Mirabel’s French communicate 💙✨ can you please do Agustin and Mirabel watching the stars together that reference to the Lion King or Wish please

I headcanon that after Mirabel’s fail ceremony, Agustin was the first person to comfort his daughter and sneak her out of the house to watch the stars together and let her know that the stars will be there to guide her and Agustin would tell her a story about the lion king

Take all the time you need to write if you are doing anything special 💙✨

I hope you like it, I combine wish and the Lion king together,

Request by: @starlightmeadowbloom

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Little Mirabel sat in the corner of the nursery room, curled up in a ball, sobbing, tonight was a disaster, her gift ceremony didn't go as planned, the golden glow that usually pulsed through the Encanto had been dim and strained, focusing hope on her, only to flicker and die, her door had simply… vanished

The disappointment on her Abuela Alma’s face was etched into her memory, a sharp, deep line of worry creasing her brow, her lips a thin, disapproving line.

Then there were the looks from her family, a mixture of fear, curiosity, and a thinly veiled pity, and the villagers, the whispers.

"Poor Mirabel… what does this mean?" "Will the magic fade because of her, is she adopted, did her dad or mom cheat?"

The memory of Abuela Alma snatching the candle away, ignoring Mirabel as she ushered everyone out, promising everything was fine while Mirabel stood alone on the stairs, burned, It felt like the whole world was collapsing around her and she was at fault.

The silence that followed felt heavier than the mountains surrounding the Encanto, Mirabel had expected cheers, applause, a new room bursting with wonder just for her, instead, she had the cold, echoing emptiness of a room untouched by magic, and the crushing weight of failure.

After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, her father, Agustín, slipped inside.

He didn't say a word, just sat quietly on the floor beside her, then, gently, he pulled her onto his lap, he didn't try to minimize her pain, didn't say, "It's okay, you'll get a gift later."

He simply held her, his arms warm and strong, a solid anchor in the swirling storm of her emotions.

"I have no gift," Mirabel finally choked out, the words a fresh wave of sobs.

Agustín just held her tighter. "I know, mi dulce niña, I know."

He listened, really listened, as she poured out her heart, she spoke of the pressure, the expectations, the fear that she had somehow broken the magic.

He didn't interrupt, didn't offer platitudes, he just held her and let her cry, offering the silent reassurance of his presence.

After a while, when her sobs had subsided to sniffles, Agustín wiped her tears with his thumb. "Come with me, Mirabel," he said softly.

He led her out of the nursery, past the twinkling, magical rooms of her sisters and cousins, and up the winding stairs to the roof of Casita.

The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of jasmine and blooming Chrysanthemum. The moon hung like a silver coin in the inky sky, and the stars blazed with a fierce, silent light.

Agustín sat down on the edge of the roof, gesturing for Mirabel to join him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

"Look up there," he said, pointing to the celestial tapestry above. "Do you see that cluster of stars, just to the left of the moon?"

Mirabel squinted. "Yes, I think so."

"Those stars," Agustín said, his voice low and soothing, "they tell a story, a story of a young lion cub, born to be king, he loses his father, and he runs away, thinking it's all his fault, he forgets who he is."

Mirabel knew the story of the Lion King but still listens no matter how many times.

"But eventually," Agustín continued, "he looks up at the stars, and he sees his father, who reminds him of who he truly is, he remembers his responsibility, his strength, and he goes back to reclaim his kingdom."

He paused, looking at Mirabel with gentle, knowing eyes. "Even without magic," he continued, "Simba still had a heart full of courage, kindness, and love. He still had everything he needed to be a good king."

Mirabel looked up at the stars, listening to his words, it wasn’t a gift ceremony, but it felt like her own private ritual, she didn’t have a magical room to claim as her own, but the vast, starlit sky felt like a belonging, something no one could take from her.

Then, he pointed to a particularly bright star, shimmering above the mountains.

"That's your wishing star, Mirabel," he said. "Whenever you feel lost or sad, look for that star. Close your eyes, make a wish, and know that everything will be alright."

She gazed at the star, its light unwavering and pure. Hesitantly, she closed her eyes and made a wish, a small, whispered plea for acceptance, for understanding, for a little bit of magic to find its way into her life.

When she opened her eyes, she gasped.

The star seemed to shimmer, to almost… wink. just for a moment, it pulsed with a brighter light, a gentle wave that seemed to emanate directly towards her, she could have sworn she heard a faint laughter in the wind.

A small, fragile smile touched her lips, it wasn't a gift, it wasn't a power, but in that moment, under the vast expanse of the starry sky, she felt a connection, a sense of belonging.

She felt the star wave to her, a silent promise that even without a gift, she was still loved, she was still a Madrigal, and she was still Mirabel. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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And done, I hope you like it, I had to put them together, wish and the lion king but I hope I did good, thanks for the request.

[ivan-kazamei446]

Ask me anything.

My asks are open to anyone with a question or comment. (It can be Bomberman, Rabbids, Cookie Run, Yo-kai Watch, Super Mario, WarioWare, etc. About my ocs or my self-insert Bombersona. About my headcanons from ether the Fandoms above. Or about the lore of my ocs (Including my self-insert Bombersona).

[mangyraccooon]

That Twitter post that’s like ‘top or bottom? No we’re having the kind of sex that doesn’t make sense. Trying to kill each other like feral dogs’ is so dragodile

100%! there’s even a muzzle involved