#no pressure tho!!!

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

hi!!! :D so i love "cyanide narwhal", i've read it twice and i gushed about it to my friends while you were updating it (i swear they were so done with my long ass rants hfkdjdjd) BUT i'm not here to fangirl, i'm here to ask if you would be okay with me translating your fic to spanish? i'm a native spanish speaker and i would love for the hispanic fans to be able to read this fic. here's my AO3 profile if you wanna check out how i translate: https://archiveofourown.org/users/asterr_isk so yeah, have a good day! :DDD

oh! claro, por supuesto que puedes traducirlo! sólo recuerda avisarme cuando comiences a postearlo para que pueda añadir el link a las notas del fic <3

[wayfayrr]

I saw that you were happy to be getting more self aware asks… is that permission to blow up your ask box? 👀

It's absolutely permission!!!!!!! feel free to send as much as you'd like!!!

[anghraine]

It’s, hmm, interesting that people at the Council of Elrond are at such pains to remind Boromir that it’s not ONLY Gondor who is guarding against Sauron and his fixation on Gondor’s sacrifices is so often used as an indictment of him, and then they’ll turn around and be like

‘Only the waning might of Gondor stands now between him and a march in power along the coasts into the North; and if he comes, assailing the White Towers and the Havens, hereafter the Elves may have no escape from the lengthening shadows of Middle-earth.’

[moonmoonthecrabking]

WAIT WAIT OKAY

[lapastaasciutta]

Allora però adesso non scherziamo @ spallettone, infortuni vari a parte se non ci ridai i pessitelli assieme SOPRATTUTTO agli europei io sono pronta a querelarti in 57 diversi stati spero sia chiaro

[roetrolls]

Holds out my cup

I am humbly requesting Levvie asks, if it please the court

[chryzure-archive]

if it’s not a bother, could i get some asks to prep for chrysi’s bday on thursday? :))

[4th-make-quail]

ok I’m making zero promises because I am tied up in three different fandom events and I’ve also never written rpf before. but your response was so lovely and the sweetheart scene idea is still marinating in my brain, so I might have to write it at some point.

also if anyone else wants to write something inspired by it, I would happily read a thousand different versions of that idea tbh. holy shit two cakes etc.

-🎭

Omggg yesss 🎭nonny, yessss!!!

I am here to encourage you in any and all ways!!! It's SUCH a cute idea!!!

Highly seconding the Two Cakes motion also! 💚💚

[islandiis]

❛  here, you look like you're freezing.  ❜

I love affection I love frenships | always accepting

"I— oh," Fannar blinks at Keira, looking both caught off guard and vaguely guilty. He really shouldn't be surprised; Keira knows him well, too well. She always has, and she probably always will. He clesrs his throat before reaching out to take the blanket she's offering. "Thank you. I feel like I'm freezing."

He wraps it around his shoulders and brings his knees up as well. It helps a little, in combination with his sweater and wool socks, but there's still a chill in his bones he can't seem to shake. After a second, he looks up at her through his bangs as if he is going to say something more — but without really knowing exactly how to ask, nothing comes out. He starts coughing quietly again.

[teknikolor-walters]

And btw if anyone has any ideas for entogram PLEASE feel free to tell me I love when my friends have ideas

[violettttttttttttttt]

Rising from my grave to show off art of my wife (A 10 foot tall fish man) + doodles of my roblox character

[kakujis]

Nooo, it's bc I like your vibes 💕 plus I gotta read more of your fics dvishs

- anon that sent the chain ask ✨️

KANDFJKD !! i like ur vibes too nonnie!! omg i hope u like what u read ♡

[hinamie]

itafushi nation how r we Feeling!!!!!!!!!!!

[ruushes]

was going through old art and remembered i had a phase of trying to paint my weird dreams, this one kind of rules actually?

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[wisteriagoesvroom]

when you're being ANTI oscar piastri this is who you're being ANTI to