#palooza answers

[venomous-qwille]

Are people still allowed to join the discord server? :0

Yep! Here is the latest invite link to the DCA Palooza!

[zhaozaipalooza]

Why WAS zhao in the family section at zukos agni kai? Front row seats to basically babys first and most fucked up shirtless father-son dance recital

This is indeed THE question, isn't it Anon?

Zhao's position during the Agni Kai has been used to support the argument that he is Azulon's bastard child and a sort of half-prince. It also easily lends itself to the argument that something may have been going on between Ozai and then-Captain Zhao.

Interestingly, though, there only seem to be members of the military (or ex-military, in Iroh's case) occupying these seats -- note the uniforms and chest-plates.

While Zhao's proximity to Iroh and his positioning in front of at least two clearly more senior members of the military is still a point of curiosity, perhaps the real question is what's Azula doing in the midst of all these soldiers?

Likely she got saddled with having to sit next to her uncle as the only family available to supervise at the time, but still.

It does get one wondering, doesn't it?

[tapipolouzer]

i swear if the video i made doesn't process im quitting Tumblr™

[justaduckarts]

!! Doesn't relate to you too much, but the whole thing just made me think of you!!! On the DCA Palooza discord server one of the Moon alters became the server mom and calls us little ducks!!! The whole duck thing reminded me of you!!! Hope you can get a lil smile outta this lil shenanigan :D

Hello!

Oh, that's so precious :'D Reminds me of Mason (DLNS) <3 <3 <3

I just joined that server not too long ago! Everyone has been so kind!

[nomsthecat]

the shrekening seems to have calmed down i think it's safe now

oh thats good still can't speak in the server because I have no need to and will feel overly annoying if I just appear randomly♥♥♥ anxiety am i right pals sigh

[pkmoth]

THE ASK-A-PALOOZA HAS STARTED!!! [AUGUST 4th–31st]

Happy asking, and happy answering!!! Askers, make sure to read people's intros/FAQs before asking stuff, and participants, make sure to have fun and pace yourselves!! If you're an artist, make sure to take breaks and stretch regularly :]

Also, in case you missed it (because it was kind of spontaneous and recent), I will be reblogging all event related posts to @motherbound-askapalooza!! If you don't want me archiving your posts, just let me know!!

ALSO also, if you're not on the list but decide you want to participate, you can still join mid-event!! All are welcome :D

PARTICIPANTS:

(I tried summarizing your intros in 1-2 sentences, let me know if anything seems off!!)

FULL MONTH:

*@defector-commander [INTRO] - A canon divergent AU where Claus malfunctions two years into the timeskip and breaks free of his brainwashing, going into hiding inside the chimera lab.

*@askmagicantprince [INTRO] - Magicant!Ninten AU! Everything is perfect in Magicant :)

@pk-ghost [INTRO] - Ness and Lucas take a break from SSB to visit different worlds!

*@commandernachos (most weekends + fridays) [INTRO] - A Chimera Ness and Porky AU!

@turnaboutfromnowhere [INTRO] - A Mother 3 x Ace Attorney crossover AU, where askers take the role of Phoenix Wright in Claus's trial for the murder of "Mr. Pig".

*@jefferson-earthbound [INTRO] - A Jeff RP account!

*@stearix-ask-magikin [INTRO] - An AU where Lucas is raised by Locria after Hinawa goes missing and Flint spends all his time trying to find her.

@kerushi-lemonz [INTRO] - Their Reliving the 80s AU! Tatsuro (Ness) and his friends are having strange dreams where they have different identities (their mother series counterparts).

@nucas-roof [INTRO] - Ness, Lucas, and the OMINOUS HOLE IN THE CEILING?!

@askfuelcas [INTRO] - Lucas and Fuel, featuring Claus as well!

*@ask-commander-arild [INTRO] - Post-Mother 3, the pigmask army is repurposed by Claus in he name of peace. Arild, a former captain of the old army, is now the commander of the new army.

@ghostbox99 [INTRO] - Porky wakes up in an abandoned city one day, with only an old computer (and you, the askers) to keep him company.

*@theworldreturning [INTRO] - A post-Mother 3 AU, where the new world takes place in an alternate post-Mother 2 universe (with the inclusion of the Nowhere Islands).

@quirkyearthboundinspireddinner [INTRO] - The protagonist of eggnogisdead's comic! Ten years after the events of Earthbound, Giegue's planet wages war against earth.

@butacyanide [INTRO] -The Earthbound characters!

*@daily-dose-of-lucas [INTRO TBA] - Ask Lucas!

NOT FULL MONTH (in order of week(s) participating):

@misticfog (week 1) [INTRO] - Li'l Miss Marshmallow!

@tonys-room (weeks 1-2) [INTRO] - Mostly canon compliant, except Tony has PSI and the ability to see through the fourth wall.

@twothpaste (weeks 1-2) [INTRO] - Their Intermission AU! A modern AU of the Earthbound/Mother 3 casts in college, dealing with real-world problems (and, of course, playing D&D).

*@judgment-days (weeks 1-2) [INTRO] - Corruption AU trio! King Lucas and a severely mushroomized Ness are brought in by Giygas and Cosmic Commander Ninten for questioning.

*@kellanzy (weeks 2-3) [INTRO] - Lovebound AU: a post-Mother 3 AU where all the protagonists (and Giegue) meet in the newly made world.

@projectc-114 (weeks 2-3) [INTRO] - Takes place after Claus is kidnapped and brainwashed, but before he becomes the commander. The scientists at the lab call him C-114.

*@pkmoth (weeks 2-4) [INTRO] - Swap AU Claus and Lucas in Smash Mansion! (intro TBA)

*@tanejineri (week 4) [INTRO] - An AU Claus called Commander Samuel!

PRE-EXISTING ASKBLOGS JOINING:

*@plutothenotdwarfplanet [INTRO] - A gieeg OC!

*@masterporky [INTRO] - A Pokey/Porky Minch RP blog!

*@ask-the-fever-four [INTRO] - Mayhem AU!

*@ask-clausten [INTRO] - Clausten! >:D

*up for rp

[jelliclechoice]

Ask Magikin Lucas (and Locria) (and me).

After Hinawa goes missing, Lucas' father Flint goes slightly mentally unwell from depression and loss and gets obsessed with finding his presumably lost wife. At the same time Locria came to twins' life, surprisngly volunteering to take care of Lucas and raise him as his own child. The answer to that unusual act of kindness lays in the new-found psychic powers that the boy has.

FAQ for @pkmoth's ask-a-palooza

[askmagicantprince]

"i need... I need to put an end to this..."

"Hey, Ninten! I need a shield here!"

"Dude, a little bit of backup would be awesome!"

"I'm... I'm trying."

"I don't know if I can take it much longer!"

"We are falling down! Gimme a 4th D-Siip, would ya!?"

"Why can't I move?"

"...what's... hey!"

"..........listening to me!?"

"Wait..."

"Wait, wait wait wait wait"

"...happening.... down there? ........... Ninten?"

"...Where's the......... I need help!"

"...no........"

"...Oh. Another nightmare. I can't quite remember it. What was...?"

*A voice echoes next to His Majesty.*

"...Oh. That's new. I guess Ican answer a few questions for this thing. I'm sure my friends would love to see it."

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AND THAT'S my introduction to the ask-a-palooza! Thanks for having me in and sorry for being a bit late. Anyways, feel free to ask questions (and maybe roleplay, I'm a bit rusty and I can't quite understand how tumbrl works yet).

[sadboi-writer]

Dear Jack (Series)

Chapter Three: Dummy Dancing

Summary: Truman is targeting the members of the Bobby Wasabi dojo. Except for Eddie. When it’s revealed Truman is blackmailing Eddie the dojo springs into action to protect their friend, and Y/N’s feminine wiles are the perfect distraction (much to Jack’s dismay).

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

Masterlist ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Four

The four snuck into the freshly waxed hallway. Jack crouched and felt the wax.

“Ah, Waxy Wednesday, where a lunch tray meets a freshly buffed floor and legends are born,” He smirked

Eddie ran in from the cafeteria, “Hey guys, I got the trays!” 

“Any problems getting by Marge the Lunchlady?” Kim asked

“Nah, she said they don’t pay her enough to care.” Eddie answered

Y/N nodded, “Fair enough.”

“Guys!” Jerry came bounding down the stairs, “Did I miss anything?”

“No, not yet.” Kim replied

“Aren’t you supposed to be in detention for that toll booth in the boys bathroom?” Y/N asked

He smirked, “I should be, but when you sit me in the back and leave a window open. I’m what they call a flight risk.”

Milton shook his head, “Jack, your record is about to be broken. Prepare for the new world champion: Milton ‘The Missile’ Krupnick!”

Milton took off his jacket and track pants to reveal a skin-tight spandex suit. Y/N was quick to cover her eyes.

“Pants, Milton!” Y/N cried, “For the love of God, pants!”

Jerry groaned, “Dude.. eat a sandwich.”

Milton frowned and put up his hood. The door near the cafeteria opened. Y/N went to the stairs in case they needed to cover for any of the others. That’s when they saw Truman.

“Oh look!” He greeted, “I walked into the middle of a loser-palooza! And the lovely Y/N of course.”

He took Y/N’s hand and kissed their knuckles. They snatched their hand back and sent him a glare.

“Hello, Truman,” Y/N grimaced

Jack stepped between Truman and Y/N protectively. 

“What do you want, Truman?” He asked

Truman sidled up closer to the group, “I thought I’d just hang out.”

Jerry sneered, “Do you have to do it here?”

Y/N climbed the stairs and sat next to him on top of the lockers. As far as they could get from Truman. 

“It’s a free hallway, Jerry.” Truman replied

Milton cut him off, “Truman, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with destiny!”

The snobby boy laughed, “Well that’ll be your first date ever.”

“Hahaha, very funny.” Milton mocked, “You’re about to see my skid marks... okay, I thought that was gonna sound different when it came out.”

Kim rolled her eyes and ran to the garbage can before turning back to the group.

“Okay, guys, this garbage can marks Jack’s record of 47 floor tiles!” She hollered

Milton stepped back and took a running start before he jumped and slid on the tray on his knees. He was going super fast and slammed through the doors. 

Y/N was the first on their feet.

“Milton, oh my God!” The shouted as they ran to him

Jack was right behind them, Jerry and Eddie close after.

“Dude, he just shattered your record!” Jerry cried

Kim nodded, “And that paper mache solar system outside the science room!”

Jack looked at the floor, “It looks like someone greased his tray!”

Y/N saw the slight trail of oil spray on the ground.

“You’re right!” Y/N agreed

That’s when they heard Truman laugh, “Looks like!” 

The boy strolled off cackling to himself. Milton limped toward them, grimacing with pain every step he took.

“It looks like Saturn is now lodged in the dark side of the moon.” He groaned before limping away

They all saw that Saturn was lodged between his butt cheeks. Y/N cringed at the sight. 

After school they were at the dojo. Jerry was taking his usual shower while the rest of them worked. That’s when Jerry ran out screaming.

Correction, he ran out screaming with bright pink hair. The others were immediately giggling while Y/N got shaken by the brightly colored boy. Kim strolled up to the two as Jerry sat down.

“Wait, something’s different,” She teased, “Don’t tell me... new bathrobe!”

Jerry huffed, “It’s my hair! This is what I get for showering! Rudy, what kind of shampoo are we using?”

Rudy took the bottle, “That’s the same shampoo we always use.”

Y/N looked at it and peeled off a false label that showed it was actually a bottle of hair dye. 

“This isn’t shampoo!” Jerry cried out, “It’s pink hair dye!”

Eddie was looking lower than everyone else, “Dude... do you shampoo your leg hair?”

Y/N glanced at Jerry’s legs and burst into a fit of giggles, leaning into Jack’s side for support as they both laughed. Jerry put his foot on the bench, showing of his newly pink leg hair.

“Dude, when I shampoo... I’m all in.” Jerry replied 

It was then that Truman strolled in, smug as ever.

“Love your new look! Awesome!” He mocked, “Just awesome!”

Jack stood, “I know you did this Truman. Somehow you snuck in here and switched out the shampoo for pink hair dye!”

“Whaaaaat?” Truman asked condescendingly

“No, it wasn’t Truman,” Rudy piped up, “I’ve been here all day and I never once saw him ooze his way in here.”

Truman smirked, “Looks like I’ve got an airtight alibi. See you around, Pinky.”

He cackled before sending a wink to Y/N then strutting out of the dojo. Jerry scowled as he slightly trailed after Truman.

“Pinky? Why would anyone call me Pinky?” He asked

Jack plucked a hair out of Jerry’s head and handed it to him.

“Ow!” Jerry looked at the hair, “Ohhhh, I get it!”

The next day before classes there was a pep rally with Kim leading. She was pep-talking the girls basketball team before she ran through the banner. But the banner stuck to her and took her down with it. 

Y/N was immediately next to her trying to pull the paper off of her. As Truman strolled down the stairs cackling. 

“Looks like you got yourself into a sticky situation!” He laughed

Once they had gotten most of the paper off of Kim everyone was sent to class. During the next passing period Kim was standing with Y/N as they grabbed their books from their locker. As they opened the locker there was a small box in it with a little letter attatched.

“Huh, wonder who that’s from?” Kim asked

“I don’t know.” Y/N shrugged

They looked at the letter.

Dear Y/N,

I saw this and thought of you. 

I was wondering if you would want to go on a date on Friday?

Love, 

Jack

Y/N’s heart fluttered, Kim peeked over their shoulder.

“Ooh! You better open it!” Kim prompted

Y/N was quick to untie the little bow and as soon as the lid was off Y/N was covered in glitter. Their eyes filled with tears. Until they heard Truman laughing.

“Looks like you’re finally as sparkling as your eyes!” Truman semi-complimented

Jack, Jerry, and Milton approached. 

“Y/N what happened?” Jack asked 

Y/N ran off to call their mom. They went to the dojo as soon as they were picked up and sat in the locker room, staring at the note. 

After school everyone came to the dojo. Kim was the first to seek Y/N out, entering the locker room and sitting beside them.

“I was so hopeful,” Y/N murmured

Kim wrapped an arm around them, “I know.”

The two got up to leave the locker room and joined up with the guys. Y/N sat on a bench next to Eddie. Head toward the ground. Milton was the first to speak.

“Guys, we all know Truman is behind all these pranks,” He reasoned, “We just have to figure out how he’s doing it.”

Jerry shrugged, “Grease, hair dye, sticky paper, glitter, and blue cheese. Sounds like my grandmother’s medicine cabinet.”

“Truman’s picking us off one by one, he’s got all of us!” Jack despaired, “Except for Eddie.” 

Eddie turned away from the group, “What are you guys saying?”

“We’re saying you’re next.” Milton said, crossing to sit on the opposite side of Eddie from Y/N, “If I were you, I’d roll myself up in bubble wrap and sit in the basement. I did that when my father showed me my own birth video.”

Y/N gagged, “Gross.”

“Do you guys have any idea where we come from?” Milton cried in disgust

Eddie smiled, “My mother told me it was a pumpkin patch!”

Milton shook his head, “I wish.”

Jack stood and approached the bench, placing a comforting hand on Eddie’s shoulder. 

“I think what Eddie needs to hear is that we’re going to be there for him.” Jack stated

Eddie stood and moved to the other bench, “Guys, guys, guys, I can take care of myself.”

The group followed him.

“No,no,no, don’t worry Eddie! We’ll protect you!” Jack offered, “We’ll walk you to school in the morning!”

“And after school we’ll walk you back home.” Kim added

Milton sat next to Eddie again, “We’ll be the last thing you see at night, and the first thing you see in the morning! How do you like your eggs?”

“Guys, stop! I can’t take it anymore!” Eddie panicked, “It wasn’t Truman who pulled those pranks on you!”

Y/N stepped forward, “Then who was it?”

Eddie looked at the ground in shame, “It was me.”

“What?” they all demanded

Jack walked forward, “Eddie, why would you prank us like that?!”

“Do you know what you did to me? That paper was so sticky I lost four freckles and half an eyebrow!” Kim scolded, “And you broke Y/N’s heart!”

“And a clown keeps following me around asking where I get my hair done!” Jerry paused, “Wait, what did he do to Y/N?”

Y/N shook her head, “I’ll tell you later.”

“I didn’t want to!” Eddie lamented, “Truman’s been blackmailing me.”

“How is he blackmailing you?” Milton asked

“Truman’s dad owns the security company that watches the mall,” Eddie answered, “One night Rudy let me stay late in the dojo to work on some moves. The thing is, I wasn’t working on karate moves.”

Eddie explained how Truman had recorded him dancing with a practice dummy, and kissing said practice dummy.

“Truman saw everything from his father’s office. He put it on a flash drive and unless I do whatever he says he’s gonna put it on the internet.” Eddie explained, “I’m sorry, guys.”

“That’s okay Eddie,”Jack assured, “He’s not gonna get away with it.” Milton nodded, “Truman’s gonna be sorry he messed with us. When you poke a bear do you know what happens? Seriously, does anybody know?”

That night they all gathered around some practice mats, laying out a map of the mall. 

“Okay, our goal is to get into the security office and get the flash drive out of the safe.” Jack explained, “So, let’s go over the plan one more time.”

Eddie pointed to the map, “I’ll lure Truman out of the office by taking him to the parking lot with the promise of shooting me with paintballs.”

Kim quirked an eyebrow, “You think he’ll go for it?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

Eddie pulled the front of his gi apart to show his already paint-stained chest. Y/N continued the plan. “To avoid Eddie actually getting shot and freeing him to come help you, I will bump into them and distract Truman.”

Jack grumbled a bit at that part, “Once we’re inside I’ll disarm the security system.”

“I’ll crack the safe.”Milton added

“In the courtyard, I’ll distract the security guard.” Kim continued

Jerry piped in, “And I’ll distract the guard’s dog!”

Jack made a face, “How are you gonna distract the dog?”

“See, I don’t know if you know this about me, but I was partially raised by wolves.” Jerry gloated

“No you weren’t.”Y/N corrected, “You lived in a camper and traveled until your little sister was born.”

Jerry proceeded to howl and a wolf pack howled back. Y/N glared at him. The rest of them seemed impressed. 

Y/N proceeded to set up outside on a bench. She streaked her mascara so it would look like she had been crying and then she placed a little bit of bubble solution near her eye to make her eyes water.

Not long after they sat down Truman and Eddie exited the mall. When Y/N saw them she immediately started loudly sobbing. 

“The lovely Y/N!” Truman was quick to abandon Eddie, “ What burdens thee?”

She blubbered for a moment, “I just, I really thought Jack liked me! But, I guess I was wrong. I’m just ugly and unlovable!”

Y/N knew that would set Truman off, if he could do anything to one-up Jack he would. 

“But, that’s not true! You’re amazing, kind, and beautiful!” Truman replied, “Jack is a fool to not like you!” 

Y/N wiped their tears, “Well, thank you Truman. That’s very sweet of you.”

They made eye contact and Truman started to lean in toward them. No one had come to retrieve Y/N so they worried they would actually have to kiss the little rat. Until they saw Kim over his shoulder. 

“I have to go, Truman!” They announced, “Thank you for cheering me up.”

Y/N then ran off, once they rounded the corner they were face to face with Kim. 

“You have impeccable timing,” Y/N complimented as they headed to the dojo

Kim nodded, “I’m glad I saved you from that.”

Once back at the dojo the group sat together to wait for Truman. Jerry sat back to back with Y/N as they tried not to fall asleep on each other.  It wasn’t long until Truman stormed in.

“Breaking into my father’s office?! You guys are in so much trouble!” Truman shouted

Jack shrugged, “We’ll take whatever comes. But, we had to help a friend out.”

“I want that flash drive, and I want it right NEOW!” Truman demanded

Y/N stood, “Sure, no problem. But, first, come take a look at this.”

Truman stalked toward Y/N, “And how dare you utilize Y/N’s feminine wiles against me.”

Jack and Jerry’s eyes widened as they stared at Y/N. They let Truman suffer as they watched his meltdown over the flash drive.

“Doesn’t feel so good when it’s you, huh Truman?” Jack asked

“Please tell me you won’t post that.”Truman begged

Kim nodded, “We won’t post it. We’re not like you, Truman.”

Jack stepped up, “Let’s make a deal, we destroy both videos and you never mess with us again. Deal?”

“Deal.” Truman agreed desperately, “Just delete it, please.”

Eddie quickly deleted both files. And Truman was quick to change his attitude.

“You know I only melted down like that because I knew there was a camera,”He lied, “I was just putting on a show.”

“Well, show’s over.” Eddie replied, “When you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. Bye, Truman.”

“Bye, Eddie.” Truman mumbled, “Maybe next week we can go paintball-”

Eddie cut him off, “Get out!”

Truman nodded but stopped at Y/N, “Could we finish what we started?”

He started to lean in again, Y/N put their hand on his cheek and pushed him away.

“Never gonna happen, Truman.” Y/N replied

Jack looked at the two, his face growing rather hot. But,he turned to Eddie anyway.

“Eddie, remember what you just told Truman.”Jack said gently, “If you’re in trouble we’ll always be there for you.”

“Got it,” Eddie replied, “Thanks guys.”

As they all left, everyone’s parents picked them up. Save for Jack and Y/N’s. Jack’s mom was running late, and Y/N lived within walking distance of the mall. But, Y/N didn’t want to leave Jack to wait alone. So the two were just sitting together, on the same bench that Y/N had distracted Truman on. 

It was oddly silent between the two. Like neither knew how to start a conversation that needed to be had.

“What did that note say?” Jack finally asked, “The one from Truman’s prank? Kim said he broke your heart?”

Y/N shook their head, “It was just a stupid love letter.”

“Not from Truman though, right?”

“Obviously not, Jack.”

“Well, after you used your feminine wiles on him, I wasn’t sure.”

That had come out far more bitter than Jack had intended. The air was suddenly tense as Y/N scooted away from him.

“It’s not like you actually care, Jack. You just care that it was Truman.” Y/N spat back, “It doesn’t matter, I was just distracting him.”

“I just think it’s interesting you didn’t come up with anything else.”

Y/N stood, “Whatever, Jack. If you really want to know, he wrote the letter from you. Because I have a big fat crush on you!”

Y/N stormed off. Leaving Jack sitting alone, dumbfounded at how he had messed up that badly.

[defector-commander]

(OOC) ASK BLOG RULES, FAQ

FAQ:

What is this AU?

The general concept of the Defector Claus AU is that 2 years into Claus being missing, he malfunctions, gaining his free will back and escapes! Current standing, he deals with severe memory issues; having to remember who he used to be and those he used to know, as well as hiding with a certain doctor in the Chimera Lab, fixing a malfunctioning arm canon and replacing dented and broken wings. The rest you will have to find out later! Send in an ask or two.

Who ARE you???

Hal pinkalliums. Pinkalliums Hal. ( @pinkalliums ) Halliums. I love, Mother 3....19 and never learned how to read.

So....can you refer to Claus as Claus or what?

He refers to himself as The Defector, because he doesn't remember his name...as he doesn't most things. If you call him Claus, he'd mostly just be confused.

This is for the MOTHER Ask-A-Palooza created by @pkmoth , so how long will this blog stay up?

I don't know! I'm here for the ride. Ideally if this goes well this might be a blog that lasts throughout the month of August and beyond, but we'll see what happens!

Can I, as another ask blog/rp blog interact with Defector!Claus? Yes! PLEASE. Foaming at the mouth thinking about interacting with other people's awesome AUs/OCs. This blog will by default be Claus', in the fact I will be in character unless stated otherwise! (Under the tag #ooc post.)

Wait, what do you mean Claus' blog?

Claus owns the blog! In universe, Doctor Andonuts gives Claus an inter-dimensional communication device which allows him to make a tumblr account(Read this sentence to a Victorian child). It's enrichment to him as he waits to be repaired as well as hiding from the Pigmask Army. This device is the only one in existence in their universe, so there isn't a real issue with anyone finding him through his blog.

When do asks open?

Now, but I will only begin to answer them August 4th!

Any references?

Hell yeah brother here you go!!!

RULES:

No NSFW questions, you will immediately be blocked! Claus is ~12 in this AU, also this is a SFW blog.

Be patient! Once you send in an ask, I'll get to it eventually. Don't spam questions either(i.e. ending the same question over and over. Feel free to send many different ones!).

That's it for now...I might have to add more later(This is my first ask blog ever!!).

ANYWAYS! That is all! I hope you all enjoy this blog as much as I've enjoyed planning for it.

[raptorprowl]

@chaoticxbeast from here

"So the ehhh... traipsing around the rooftop and the underwear-a-palooza. You went and did that 'cause the fight woulda gone down too soon if you fought 'em all directly-like. ~Mark of the master~, I shoulda known. Imposing limitations on yerself."

But the kid did good in the end. So less ribbing and more of an answer to his question, he shall receive. Direlash even opened up a pouch on his belt used for storing "gabagool." But technically, the cold cuts he'd brought with him were actually slices of pepperoni rather than cappacuolo. Teenagers were nothing if not constantly hungry, so he offered some over to Raph as a snack. And perhaps to lull him into trust sooner than he should have.

"Bingo. When I started out, I wasn't so far off from where you are skill-wise. Had a lotta time on my hands, talents liable to atrophy without practice... so I started doin' this. Figured it was a constructive outlet. And some of those hoodlums? I actually manage to get 'em to turn a new leaf! Workin' for me."

[venomous-qwille]

Following up on the ask someone sent about a potential server - there's a DCA server? Do you know where we can find an invite?

Yep there are a couple out there! I'm a mod over at the DCA Palooza, which you can join here

[zhaozaipalooza]

I got excited and got most of my prompts plotted out!!! May i ask if this (and pre-prepping in general) is allowed? Its not mentioned in the rules whether its supposed to be like nanowrimo or inktober where youre supposed to be doing it the day-of.

What an excellent question, Anon!

Pre-prepping and planning ahead of time is more than permitted — in fact, I’d encourage it! There has never been and still is no expectation that you only work on the prompts day-of.

In fact, we’ve been fairly loose about Palooza submissions from the start. If a prompt from the previous years really catches your interest and you want to submit something for that instead, you are more than welcome to. If you happen to submit for a prompt on a different prompt’s day, nobody’s going to fault that, either.

We’ll accept late submissions indefinitely, too!

Thanks so much for asking, and for your enthusiasm about the event!

🔥

[the-blind-assassin-12]

To Fall At Your Feet

1200 2400 words for 1200 followers #13

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! This is the first of the final two requests, and since they have taken me SO long to get to, I've decided to double them as a thank you for putting up with me your patience. This one was a challenge for me, and I hope you like what I did with it. The song is about trust - or a slight lack of it - and what it feels like when something seems too good to be true, so that was what I had in mind when writing this one. This is completely stand alone.

Warnings: SW canon typical violence, brief mention of blood/injuries

Requested by: @chiyo13 Song: I'm Not Calling You A Liar Character Choice: Din Djarin - with a heavier set/ plus size woman - Thank you so much for this request! I'm sorry it took so long to get to and I hope you enjoy it! <3

Having a place to call home was new to him. 

There was so much he had forgotten about his life before the Mandalorians took him in. He was young, and it was long ago, and the things he’d experienced since then had been in such stark contrast to his earliest memories that they’d been almost entirely overwritten. He knew he had a home, once. A safe place with a soft bed and a family that loved him fiercely. And when he and Grogu settled into the cabin on Nevarro, he realized it was something he could have again. 

Something he could give the kid. 

Though they spent much of their time traveling the galaxy, Din teaching Grogu along the way, having a place to return to that was just theirs was a comfort that he never imagined he would come to value. Being raised in the Fighting Core and then working in the Guild taught him to aim for survival. Spending time with his son taught him to aim higher. 

It taught him how much more to life there was if he was willing to open the door to it. 

But before he could think about what that looked like, he needed to ensure that his home was safe. It wasn���t an issue when he and Grogu were there. Both of them were more than capable of defending their territory from any number of threats, and Greef had done a terrific job of eliminating most of the crime in the city. A Mandalorian would always have enemies, though, and an empty cabin couldn’t defend itself. 

That was where you came in. 

When he brought up his safety concerns to Karga, the magistrate was quick to offer a solution. “I doubt it’ll be necessary as Nevarro is a perfectly respectable planet these days,” the man had said, one hand disappearing into his robe pocket and coming out with a treat for Grogu. Handing it over with a chuckle at the child’s eagerness, he clapped Din on the shoulder. “But I might know someone who can help.” 

He’d gone on to explain that while most of the damage that had been done during Gorian Shard’s attack on the city had been repaired, there was still a section of it that had yet to be restored, leaving a small number of citizens without homes. Most of them had people there on Nevarro who could take them in until the reconstruction was complete. 

You, however, weren’t from Nevarro. In fact, you’d only been there for a few weeks when the pirates descended, and you’d come only because Karga himself had asked you to. He explained that you were once one of his most skilled bounty hunters, and that he’d asked you to help keep his people safe since the New Republic didn’t seem too keen to answer his requests for aid. 

“I’d wager that she’d be more than happy to keep an eye on your abode while you’re gone, so long as the price is right and you give her a place to stay.”

“A hired gun?” Din asked with a tilt of his head, Karga nodding in response. “And you trust her?” 

“Of course I do! As much as I trust you, Mando! I’ve always said that some of my favorite people are bounty hunters. And with a weapon in her hands she’s just as capable as you are of providing protection.”

Din considered the man’s words for a beat, then let out a sigh. “Well, I’d want to meet her first before I agree to anything.” 

“Of course, my friend, of course!” Pulling another confection from his pocket and handing it to a wide-eyed and perpetually hungry Grogu, he promised to set up a meeting. 

– – – 

“I don’t know about this, Greef, I’m not a kriffing housekeeper.” You’d scoffed at first when your boss-turned-friend had brought up the idea. Hands on your hips, you frowned at the man. “You told him that, right? I’d sooner catch a transport back to Tatooine and take my chances in Mos Eisley than take a job cooking and cleaning for some-” 

“Just meet with him,” Karga had insisted. “He’s not looking for anything other than security, and we both know you’re more than up for that task.” 

You’d grumbled, but agreed, and within the next few days you found yourself on a speeder bike, heading in the direction of the cabin out beyond the lava flats. You were doubtful that the man you were on your way to meet would end up hiring you to protect his homestead, sure he would do what so many others had done when deciding whether or not to work with you: take one look at your fuller figure and assume the weight you carried around your midsection meant that you weren’t skilled or able or athletic enough to complete the task at hand. People judged. You assumed he would do the same. 

You were wrong.

When you pulled up to the cabin he - and his kid - had been waiting for you on the bench just outside the front door. He rose as you stepped off of your bike, the sunlight glinting off his broad armored shoulders as he moved. The child hopped down from the seat and trailed along at just the right height that the man’s tattered cape brushed the top of his long, green ears, and you couldn’t help the small smile that curved your lips. 

“Thank you for coming all the way out here.” His voice had surprised you, huskier than you thought it would be. Warmer. “Greef Karga had nothing but good things to say about your skills. I trust his judgment, but I needed to be sure that I could trust you.” 

You liked him right away for how straightforward he was. “Fair enough.” Nodding, you removed your speeder gloves and tucked them into a pocket near your right hip. “If you’re opening your door to someone, you want to know them first.” You brushed your palms together and then extended your right hand out in front of you, introducing yourself.

Just like the sound of his voice, the texture of his gloves against your skin came as a shock to you, the material softer than it looked as it wrapped around your hand. “I’m Din Djarin, and this is Grogu.” He released your hand from his grip and tilted his head towards his left boot, where the child was peeking up at you. 

You glanced down, waving to the kid, his toothy little grin bringing the smile back to your face. He raised one clawed hand to wave back, babbling happily, and then Din’s smoky tone caught your attention again. “Is that a pulse rifle on your back?” 

You assured him that it was, and though he’d asked you several questions about yourself, posed different scenarios to see what you’d do if the cabin were under attack, and thoroughly threatened you should you ever even think of hurting the child or turning on them in any way, you were fairly certain that you had him at the rifle. 

He’d given you the job that same day, which meant that - for the moment, anyway - you had a home. Or at least a place to stay, you reminded yourself, which was all you had been looking for. And that was enough. 

… Wasn’t it?

– – – 

All he was looking for when Karga set up that meeting had been insurance. Safety. The comfort of knowing he - and more importantly, Grogu - wouldn’t have to go through the pain of losing their home again if something happened while they were away.  

You gave him those things, and he was grateful for that.

But the longer you stayed at the cabin, the more he got to know about you and not just about your proficiency with weapons. Each time he and the kid left on a training mission, he realized that he was looking forward not just to returning home, but to seeing you. By the time a year had passed, he realized that he’d found far more than what he’d been looking for when he welcomed you into his life. 

You weren’t only there to protect his home. To Din, you’d become synonymous with it. 

It wasn’t just the familiarity. It wasn’t just the trust that had grown between you, or the companionship that came with sharing a roof, or the way you helped him look after Grogu without having to ask. 

It was the swell in his chest when he caught a smile curving your cheek. It was the calm he felt at the sound of your voice when you spoke his name. It was the way his mind would wander on nights when he couldn’t sleep - to thoughts of sleeping next to you, the shape of you molded to him, skin to skin beneath the sheets. It was the way he imagined how his hands would look, gloveless and gripping your flesh, soft and warm when all he’d ever known had been hard and sharp and cold. 

It was the way he wanted you in every sense of the word. 

He wasn’t sure how you’d respond to such a bold confession. You’d never indicated that you felt the same way or that you wanted your arrangement to change, so he’d kept it to himself, unwilling to risk damaging the relationship you did have. He convinced himself it was better if you didn’t know. 

One holo call was all it took to change his mind on that. 

It came in when he and the kid were just re-entering the Outer Rim territories after a lengthy trip to Kashyyk. When the transmission code blinked on screen and he saw that it was coming from you, he smiled to himself under his helmet. “It's her,” he told Grogu, pointing at the section of the screen that displayed the code. The kid’s eyes brightened, his ears lifting as excited little sounds tumbled from his mouth. “You want to answer it? Go on, you remember which button to press.” He nodded as Grogu’s clawed hand hovered over the correct switch, telling him to push it. 

But he was unprepared for what he was about to see - or what it would make him feel. 

Your face flickered before him and even through the blue tinted light of the projector he could make out a trail of blood coming from your nose, another from a cut that stretched over your eyebrow. The sleeve of your shirt was torn and charred, likely from blaster fire. Your name burst from his lips as Grogu let out a whine from beside him. “What happened?”

“Din. There was an attack. It’s…” You sucked in a breath and winced. “It’s safe now. Bandits came. I took care of them. I just wanted to let you know what you were coming back to.” 

“They hurt you.” He growled the words, moving forward in his seat.

You let out a tired huff. “Occupational hazard. Don’t worry, they won’t be back.” Your eyes flashed sharply and he caught your meaning. 

And though he was glad that they were dead and could pose no further threat, a part of him almost wished they’d gotten away so that he could kill them himself for what they’d done to you. Fists clamped tightly shut, he seethed silently - over the fact that you were injured, yes. But also over the fact that you assumed all he cared about was that you’d protected the property, because that was all he’d given you reason to think. 

He decided then and there that you deserved to know how he felt and what he thought and how much he wanted and needed and cared for you. 

–  –  –  

Both Din and Grogu were out of the cockpit before the sand that had gotten kicked up when the N-1 landed had settled. 

You’d been waiting on the bench, holding a cold pack to the blaster burn on your left arm when the kid jumped and flipped to your side, a slew of worried sounds spilling out, little arms reaching for you. Dropping the pack, you caught the brown-robed bundle, trying to hold back a wince as he collided with you. “Hey, little guy, it’s okay. I’m alright, see?” You rubbed one of his ears between your fingers to soothe him. “Everything’s fine.” 

“No. It isn’t.” 

You looked up at the sound of Din’s voice, setting Grogu on the seat next to you. “What do you mean? Are there more bandits? Did you-” 

“Nothing like that.” He looked down at the kid. “Grogu, why don’t you go inside and draw a picture of what we did on our trip? You can show it to her later.” 

Grogu’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and within seconds he was climbing down and scrambling inside. As soon as he was no longer in sight, Din let out a sigh and sank onto the seat beside you. “I’m sorry.” 

You frowned. “It’s not your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

“I… don’t mean for the bandits.” He turned towards you, bringing his hand up to rest against your wounded arm.

“Din?” 

“I can’t believe I could have lost you without ever telling you how important you are to me. How much I care about you. That’s what I’m sorry about.” 

“What?” You blinked. “You… You don’t have to say that just because you feel bad about what happened, Din.” You swallowed. “You don’t have to-” 

He said your name, hand leaving your arm to hesitantly curve around your cheek. “I’m saying it because it’s true and I need you to know it.” 

Though it came as a thorough shock, you could almost feel the honesty rolling off of him and you realized that he had never once been anything but truthful with you. And even though it seemed like something you only dared to dream about when he was gone and you were alone in the cabin - him choosing you when he could have anyone in the galaxy - something in your chest told you that it had been there all along. 

You’d just been too afraid to admit that you wanted it. 

“Well -” You brought your hand up to cover his, keeping it there as his fingers spread to accommodate yours. “Now I know.” 

And now you would make sure that he knew how you felt, too. 

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[lemon-wedges]

Just wanted to ask (and feel free to not answer), but how do you draw so much so quickly? I'm always impressed by how fast you doodle or paint. Also, wanted to say that I appreciate your Barok and DGS art as a whole.

and with this ask i have finally reached an artist milestone 😭

Well theres a short answer and a REALLY long answer (which ill put under cut when i get there).

short answer: practice + refs

which.....can be an annoying thing to hear. And as someone who studies art and has bought a LOT of online courses trying to figure out how industry people can just churn out work like nothing. it feels like a let down every time i find out their big secret. just practice and photo refs. Every. Single. Time.

LONG ANSWER:

its how you studying your refs. heres how i do mine

sorry if this is rambly. but ill try my best to at least be clear. BUT THIS is the EXACT way i taught myself how to be quicker.

I do not know if youve taken any art classes but essentially one of the ways to study gesture drawing is by first tracing ur photo ref to get a sense of the flow/proportions of the body. youve probably seen a billion of these tutorials floating around:

So last year around hmmmm june/july? i was NOT looking to get better at my anatomy or gesture. i was actually trying to get better at clothes. but my problem was it took me so long to draw out a figure (which i was fine with cause i liked how my people looked at the time) that i could never really just focus clothing part.

So i told myself look. ur not looking to draw in this style like this forever. so for now SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY!!!! I WANT THE BAREBONES OF A HUMAN HERE TO MAKE A MANIQUIEN FOR CLOTHES OK

but how do i do that....

Im gonna use this piece as an example from my rise and yosuke fashion palooza month. FIRST u see i got all my photo refs together. i like those poses on the right and i want to switch out the clothes for the other ones i picked out. i trace out my poses. kind of like the tutorial up top but since this is about draping i was focused the exact places their waist/arms/legs/etc would bend.

and like the tutorial u turn off the photo ref and do a drawing based off that traced piece.

then i would turn on my refs and add on my clothes

And after a month of just doing that over and over and over. i was surprised to find that figures and poses were so much easier to understand when i would break them down like this. and once u get familiar with them the faster and more confidently you'll draw them.

I and still do this btw. heres my otasune from the last week

i used photo refs for all my sketches. if i cant find anything online to match what i want i just take photos of myself. and some might say well arent u just relying on reference TOO much?

AND AGAIN take it from someone who has spend a lot of money buying classes from their fav artists in the industry. The Secret of how they churn out so much cool work so fast always turns out to be this. practice and photo refs.

Every. Single. Time.(tho this is omitting a lot. im not getting into like they way they stylize their art work. that actually the fastest and funnest thing to do once u have ur base down)

Now PAINTING

The thing is, i dont actually post up all my work on this blog. So theres a ton of stuff you havent seen me do. These are some paintings i did 2 years ago for a class.

I already know how to pick my values and set up lighting. When you see me painting my figures now. i am not focused on learning these basics im actually just honing a technique.

you might see me post readmores with these kinds of wips. I lay in all my colors and lighting with the lasso tool. ALL THE MAJOR DECSIONS ARE DONE HERE

(the little miniature i add on the side basically tells me what the overall feeling is going to be when i blend in the lineart to be cohesive with my colors) ( also if you had any questions on my prepainting process tho. feel free to ask!!!)

and if you compare this wip to my finished piece youll actually find that i dont stray that far from what i've laid in.

everything happening at THIS stage is about feeling out how i want the textures to blend with one another and getting funky with some brush strokes.

and thats it? im not sure if any of this is helpful but if anything. i hope you come away from this feeling like what ive been doing here is nothing special. "THATS IT???? THATS ALL THERE IS??? well i could have done that :T"

exactly man. you can do ALL OF THIS aND MORE!!! I BELIEVE IN U :D

but ill let this be the last thing i leave u with my friend: my barok sketch and the refs i used for his boobies

[yaz-the-spaz]

hey, so I kind of fell off of Tumblr for a while and distance away from the Ziam stuff but I was just wondering if you have any new updates on what’s been going on or if there’s any new so-called evidence lol I’m still very much interested but life got very busy for a while if you don’t wanna answer that’s totally fine. I appreciate it either way.

hey nonnie, welcome back!

check my ziam proof tag and shade game strong tag and feel free to take a gander through some of my recent posts! there hasn't been a ton happening or anything (and i haven't been super active lately either) but there's definitely been some interesting things of note that have gone down!

just a couple notable/memorable things i can remember off the top of my head are:

liam's recent rainbow post

liam's pink bear hat

the douche canoe crew 2.0 fiasco

beard palooza 2.0

it's been a lot of recycling of old stunts apparently lol

anyways hope that helped and feel free to come back to my inbox (or DM's) to chat more if you're so inclined! :)