#rain answers!

[huachengscrustybandages]

New Halloween Theme!!

stole this idea from nat!! @kurooandkenmasslut

It is also in honor of my birthday on the 25th!

Also in honor of Kinktober I will be writing 1-2 smuts. So send in your asks people!! It can be male, gn, or female reader.

Tagging!: @kurooandkenmasslut @utas-faerie-gf @aetheromi @strawberry-hanafudas @mirophobic @mirophobic2 @glitteryapricotranchbiscuit

[kalivasquezart]

[canisalbus]

What if I drew Machete and Vasco as dragons? What then? What if I made them twine their tails together (hold hands)?

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[crispyscoop]

unmm unm um um i request 1 monk... pleasde

You get the siblings they come in a two pack

Hi hi hi hi monty

Yes that famous m,ont you see on ur following page… im friends with them… so im basically famous too snickers

[ask-queen-arti]

Maybe you aren't queen of the scavengers... But you definitely queen of my heart *wink wink fingerguns*

[ask-the-pioneer]

you're a good kiddo

[comvi]

do u think rw lizards would loaf

your ask spurred me to make this thing. name him he will be buddies with mole

EDIT okay hes called custard

[yuki-n-centi]

did the iterator love their centipede messenger? or were they just a tool?

The iterator loves the messenger more than it should

They will most likely be completely alone if the centipede does not return.

[maryymaruu]

Wawawawawawa

[screechingsandwichhologram]

i saw someone else do it and the result was bad. so here we go

also no, new york is NOT PART OF NEW ENGLAND

[huachengscrustybandages]

!!ATTENTION!!

I will be revamping my masterlist and fandoms I write for and my rules!

[kalivasquezart]

Would marbles die if she was green?

I think she'd be an entirely different person...

[ideavian]

looks at you too. may i order a serving of break and/or future from that oc ask game

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

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?

EE's worst future is one of his "canon" endings, which occurs if the Rarity ascends. Completely and utterly alone for the first and last time in his life, he surrenders all hope and gives himself up to the pearl rot, which will at least preserve his structure in pristine condition for centuries to come. There is no one left to see him at that point.

[midnight-bay-if]

How would the RO's react to getting home super late and being greeted by a very sleepy MC hugging them and saying "I missed you" ?

S: Another long day, another broken promise. They had spent far too long relying solely on themselves, so when Rain suggested they delegate tasks to finish early, their brow creased, leaving them to wonder, 'Why?’. They enjoyed their work and had always believed in the principle of ‘if you want a job done well, do it yourself’. This had been a gross miscalculation and neglect on their part.  

They had left you waiting.

So, when they return home in the early hours, they expect to walk into a dark, cold house where an eerie silence taunts their lack of forethought. They are already composing an appropriate apology for you in their minds so they can properly express their regret the moment you open your eyes. They barely settle on a word, a foot barely in the door, before a weight pulls them into a warm embrace.

“I missed you.”

They did not believe it possible that their guilt could grow, but your whispered declaration only solidified in their minds how terribly they had behaved. “Forgive me, darling,” they whisper, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead, “I could offer an explanation if I thought to, but none would be adequate enough to explain my absence. I apologise for not returning to you sooner. If there is anything I can do—”

“Saying ‘I missed you’ wasn’t a criticism, my love,” you explain gently. “You’re passionate about your work, and I think it’s wonderful.”

“You’re far too good to me.” You notice the faintest flush on their cheeks, the stray hairs that are typically so perfectly in place, and their rising chest, and you realise how quickly they must have rushed home the moment they became aware of the time. They run their thumb softly across your cheek in a tender caress.  “I am impossibly fortunate to have you. If there is any way you would like me to reward your patience, tell me. I will make it so.”

Rain: They were feeling a bit spiteful—a surprise even to themselves. However, the desire for their time to be exclusively yours has become increasingly excessive since entering a relationship with you. It appears that Selby has grown more demanding. Their more reasonable side understands how perceptions influence the situation—Selby isn’t pushing them harder; they wish to spend more and more time with you—but that doesn’t diminish their sour mood in the least.

As soon as the mission concludes, they insist that Selby drives them to your apartment, practically flinging open the door without much consideration for the lateness of the hour. They simply want to see you.

It appears the feeling is mutual, for before their eyes can adjust to the sudden light, your arms are wrapping around their waist, your cheek nuzzling against their chest. “I missed you.”

Three words. That’s all it takes for a bad day to become joyous. That is a power you possess; it’s entirely yours. “I missed you, too,” they whisper, their arms squeezing you tighter. “So much. So, so much.” They release you just enough to gaze into your sleepy face. “But you must be terribly tired. Would you allow me to tuck you in?”

Taj: They felt the weight of the day on their shoulders, and all they wanted was to sleep until midday the following day. As always, they completed their mission with only minor grumblings about the late hour. Their complaints were never directed at Selby, not any longer. Theirs was an unenviable position, and Taj knew that despite heading home to their bed after a job well done, Selby would stay awake for hours yet, writing up a report while the details remained fresh, only to sleep for a couple of hours before getting to work making breakfast for the team while Taj rolled over in bed, refusing to be dragged out until dinner.

Well, that was how they lived before… before you.

Having a spare key to your apartment already seemed a bit absurd, but being welcomed with a tight embrace and a whispered ‘I miss you’ felt like an entirely different novelty. Someone misses them? They have someone who thinks of them when they are away? Someone willing to wait despite the myriad of reasons they give you not to? It’s stupid. Ridiculous. And the only reason they feel their heart beating.

“Hey, Koel,” they whisper in the tone they always adopt when feeling slightly soft and vulnerable, lacing their words with a sharp edge. “You shouldn’t stay up waiting if I’m working late. You’ll fuck up your sleeping habits.”

“You’d do it for me.”

“What makes you think I’d do something like that?” they scoff.

You smile. “You saw the sun rise this morning.”

N: It wasn’t their typical routine. In an ideal world, they wouldn’t spend two minutes outside your company. Not because their heart yearns for you (they are not that pitiful) but because their already waning power withers like a rotting apple after it has fallen from its tree, forgotten on the ground with the sun bearing down on it. You revitalise them in a dependency they despise relying on. This fettered symbiosis turns their stomach… but it has its consolations.  

So, when they return home in the dead of night, they are grateful to be breathing the same air as you once again—though taken aback by the sudden inhalation of your breath as you pull them into an embrace so tight that they fear it might burn you.

“I missed you.”

‘What nonsense!’ The reprimand imperils their tongue, yet they manage to suppress the biting remark before it can take root. Perhaps it isn’t the heat of their touch they should have worried about, but the sting in their words. This has so often been the case. There is power in the coercion, but far too often with you, their instinct is to forsake the charm in favour of chastising your gentleness.

How dare you lower your guard with me? They think. Do you not remember what I am? Why I am still here? Do you think that will change because you dare to love me?

They pull away just enough to run their fingers along your neck and towards your cheeks, cupping your face with the mercy of someone who understands that you have made the wrong choice, yet does not wish to inflict a wound where none need exist.

“Of course, you've missed me, my dear,” they cajole patronisingly, for the alternative is recognising their genuine gratification. “The feeling is entirely mutual, but I wouldn’t want to bolster your ego any further. There's hardly enough space in this tiny hovel for my own.”

They refuse to acknowledge that your ongoing confessions are far beyond what they ever deemed themselves worthy of, for to do so would be to concede that their power is not what they desire. Not any longer.

“Let’s go to bed, and I will demonstrate exactly why you have missed me so.”

Umbra: They hadn’t intended to be away for so long. Recently, you had been kindly encouraging them to take some time apart from you. Initially, they had interpreted it as a disparaging judgment of their character—believing you sought distance because you found them strange, broken, unsettling—but you swiftly reassured them otherwise in the dark of night with dishevelled sheets and honeyed words. No, rather, the distance was meant to encourage them to explore more of the world beyond you.  

Odd, they thought. Why must one be encouraged to leave their happiness behind? Fresh air and sunlight mean little to them compared to the light of your life. They are content to remain your shadow for as long as you shine.

But they did as they were told, your smile providing all the encouragement they needed. They did not venture far. The rooftop opposite your apartment felt like a sufficient distance, although they were uncertain about what an appropriate amount of time away would be. They did not want to disappoint you, so they fidgeted away the hours while keeping a watchful eye on your bedroom window. Just in case of danger, they promised.

When they finally feel brave enough to return home, they are taken aback as you squish them against yourself, leaving them fearful that something terrible has happened during their absence, despite their caution.

“I missed you.”

At first, they thought the words fell from their mouths since they parrot what they so often feel, but then they realise it was you. Their usual despondence at being held disappears in an instant, and their long limbs encompass your form, holding you with a strength they typically dare not evoke.

“Yes,” they mutter, the word choking their breath. “I have all the sun I need right here.”

(Hope you enjoy! But... I do seriously need to learn to rein it in if I'm ever going to finish writing the 40+ asks in my inbox.)

[atropinenightshade]

What do u think of the prequels' characters fashion sense in modern context

Good question!

(I've been waiting for an opportunity like this haha!)

Rhian would enjoy wearing makeup, at least like eyeliner or something! He'd also be in debt for always getting designer brands. I think he would like most trends unless they are really flashy or tacky. I can see Rhian wearing some jewelry-- earrings definitely. Rhian would enjoy his natural curls, but maybe dye it from time to time. And Rhian would invest in expensive cologne and always wear it on him. Rhian at work or in public would be the type constantly applying touch ups, reapplying cologne, combing his hair, etc. Thrift stores are no nos for him-- new only!!! (Waste of money but okayyy) but then he'd also buy from Temu or Ali Express 🤔 Ah and his makeup is never drugstore. It's brand name makeup by celebrities or Clinque or something far from cheap.

Rafal would mostly use baggy clothing/hoodies and sweatpants and dark colors at that. Mostly black. He'd wear the same shirts (meaning, same kind but different actual shirts. Not that he doesn't change at all because I do think (or hope) he does practice hygiene.) I can see him have a helix piercing and wear a bunch of rings, and maybe one necklace that doesn't stand out too much. Rafal looks like the type to always cut his hair so it doesn't get too long-- one, because maybe he thinks he looks unpresentable and two, because I think Rhian would attack him for not maintaining himself enough. I think Rafal would have small tattoos you can barely see or are hidden by clothing, but never sleeves of them. And I think they'd be simple, symbolic things. Also, I can picture Rafal trying to dress like an edgy bad boy and get the leather jacket thing, though he wouldn't look bad with it. He *sometimes* wears some fragrance, but it isn't as strong as Rhian's. He also goes to thrift stores and finds nice things.

James: He'd be super fancy, but also have loads of tattoos. I think he'd wear his hair long and many times try to go in a tank top or something. As long as it isn't an important meeting. James would also be big on name brands but actually not be affected too much financially by it. And he isn't so quick to jump on trends, especially if they are too tacky and humiliating for him. He may also like some jewelry in order to show off his wealth and status. Also, I think sometimes James tries too hard to fit into "old money" type aesthetics and be too snobbish. He would constantly have dress shoes, or boots. He thinks sneakers are beneath him. He would also like leather, mostly for cost and fake leather is a disgrace. He can sense a knock off of a name brand from a mile away.

Aladdin. Nothing much. I think he'd be those kids that try so so so hard to act gangster. Or, unless he's with Kyma, he's sloppy and always messing up his outfits.

Kyma: Presentable, modest (meaning not too attention grabbing or over the top), and I can see her wearing pearls! She'd carry nice handbags. She wouldn't be ashamed of hand me downs or thrifting, as long as it's something wearable and lovely. Her emphasis is more on cleanliness and keeping her hair neat. She'd use natural makeup looks more often. Sometimes she wears heels, sometimes, clean sneakers or flats. She doesn't follow trends or believe in shiny and new in the fashion world.

Midas: I feel like he has perfect hair everyone envies. It's perfect curls and a lovely color. He prefers wearing gold to silver. I don't think Midas would like trends too much-- or care. Especially if something is too attention catching or tight and suffocating. He'd have earrings that are small and not too noticeable. I think Midas would go for classy or "professional" vibe. He'd like golden or darker colors, though maybe with some shades or red, he wouldn't look bad. Midas would be the kind who would ALWAYS have killer shoes. (Canonically, he wanted to pick pocket to buy boots.) They would be like Clark's or something. Rocker bottoms. Name brand sneakers. And well, nice boots.

(I only mentioned "main" ones, but if anyone wants me to do Marialena, Peter Pan, etc, feel free! Just do it in the comments or ask box!)

Thank you so much for the ask, anon. Feel free to ask anything else!

[ask-queen-arti]

...How do you make your spears and bombs?? I've always wondered..