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[luxites]

"Know your place, fool." ⛩

I really want to know more about how he became the King of Curses

[drac0line1nn1t]

Do you think Logan would kill people for Wade?

Despite Wade being able to fend for himself?

Oh absolutely, not only is he not used to being around other people who can't get hurt, but violence is his love language

If someone was being rude to wade like for example making fun of his skin, that guy would not be found again

And if anyone hurts wade, even though it won't last a second, if wade doesn't take em out, Logan will one hundred percent fuck em up

The only one who gets to hurt wade is him

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

Do the sneaslets/sneaslings see Ingo as their Dad? Do they try to imitate him, like do his pointing stance and their best mimic of his "All Aboard!" and "Bravo!" phrases?

...Does Lady Sneasler mimic him?

I think depending on which litter they're from, they either see him as their father/second mother or their older brother. Lady Sneasler has considered Ingo to be her weird skrunkly kit since she found him, so most of the older sneasels consider him their sibling.

The sneaslets absolutely attempt to imitate him. They will also climb him and try to steal his hat to complete the look. It is not rare to see him hiking through the Highlands with a gaggle of excitable sneasels all trying their best to say "All Aboard" in time with him. I imagine it sounds like when housecats try to mimic their owners.

Lady Sneasler prefers to mimic his train whistles more than his shouts, but on special occasions (when the sneaslets beg hard enough) she will yowl in a rough approximation of whatever Ingo is saying.

Ingo: All aboard! Lady Sneasler: mmmMRAAAAAOOOOWW chorus of excited sneaslet sounds

[tunastime]

for the comfort prompts, draping a blanket over a sleeping body ^-^ maybe with 2 of our sweetest boys.... xisuma and doc ^-^ OR also maybe with ranchers ^-^

draping a blanket over their sleeping body (923 words) (x)

Xisuma scrubs his eyes. 

There comes a point in every shift that his body starts to give out. A point where, no matter the length of the shift, or how much he'd eaten, or slept, or drank tea, Xisuma felt his body slip away from him and the dull ache of sleep start to root and take hold behind his eyes. It's at this point where respite usually comes, in the form of Cleo or Doc walking through the door. And eventually it will be Cleo, he knows, because Doc's shift neatly aligned with his tonight. So much so he was able to actually get dinner at the same time as him, and Doc was able to kick him under the table over a cup of coffee. The jerk. 

Regardless, he could expect Cleo to wander in when she wished. Joints starting to protest weakly under the stretches he contorts his spine into, Xisuma gathers his belongings, and starts the trek down the levels toward his room.

It's a quiet walk—one he's learned to catalogue his thoughts to, to enjoy as much as the daily chatter of a morning shift beginning, or an afternoon shift ending. This early morning closure means that he'll have the good part of the day to sleep before he's on for another 48 hours. It also means that, for just a few of those hours, he might get to sleep next to his partner, after a few too many nights of just-barely's and near-misses. Xisuma sighs. For a moment, he lingers in the hall, peeking out at the rest of the station through a long, double-paned window, spanning the length of the propelled walkway. As he steps on, leans against the barrier, he watches stars flick idly past him alongside the sprawl of Prometheus. At its heart, where he was headed down to now, were the quarters. And his, along with a select few, got their own atrium view.  

The rest of the walk is similarly quiet, Xisuma's feet working on autopilot as his mind wanders from task to task, correspondence, to shipping requests, to diplomatic communique. He frowns, chewing the inside of his cheek as he waits a beat for the elevator. There had been a recent communique from the Coalition. It wasn't uncommon, but it hadn't happened in, what, two or three years now? Certainly enough time to have forgotten the last time he saw any of the crew on an official basis and certainly long enough to forget just what that little check-up meant. He holds back a particularly violent shiver. It's nothing this time—has to be. Prometheus hadn't done anything new or interesting in months, let alone enough to warrant an investigation. If the Interspace Investigation Coalition needed something from Xisuma, Admiral Void, it was going to take a very special visit and a lot of convincing. Not words on a screen.

By the time the thought passes through his mind, Xisuma is already at his front door. He shakes away the feeling crawling up the base of his spine and taps his keycard, door sliding open at his behest. 

"Doc?" he calls, as he enters. "I'm home."

The front entry is still warmly lit as he toes off his shoes and organizes his coat and bag at the front door. The living room is dark, aside from the faint glow of blue light, as are the desks they share and the kitchenette. Xisuma hums, frown deepening. He makes his way into the living room as he starts unclasping his overcoat, hands fiddling with the zipper behind him.

There, sprawled haphazardly on their small sofa, is Doc. One of his legs bends under the other, his ankle propped on the arm of the couch, socked foot hanging just over the edge. His pajamas are ruffled from moving, rucked up over one side of his ribs where his arm stretches to cover his eyes from the dim, ambient light. Xisuma stifles a snort that then catches the back of his throat. He looks comfortable. To an extent. Enough to fall asleep, at least, and enough to stay that way, even as Xisuma had called out to him and noisily shuffled in. 

X crosses his arms. He has but two options: one which requires him to deal with a sleep-disoriented, disgruntled Doc M now. The other: listening to him complain about tight muscles as he slipped into bed later that morning, seeking out the shape of Xisuma he missed. On one hand, X would get his partner's warmth and weight and grumbled words sooner. On the other... he looks so dang peaceful he'd almost feel bad disturbing him. Xisuma smiles to himself—the image alone of Doc crawling into bed next to him and letting X curl tiredly around him seems wildly comforting. A little selfish, but, really, who could blame him? 

Quietly, Xisuma shuffles over. He lifts the blanket from the back of the couch, ruffling it lightly in his hands as he sets it over Doc's sleeping form the best he can. Shrouded by the multicolored fabric, Doc seems to shrink, just a bit. Clearly cozy and comfortable, his face remains soft, sleep smoothing out the lines of stress on his face. X tucks the blanket carefully around his partner, careful not to jostle him awake as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. Upon drawing back, Doc doesn't seem to stir, and Xisuma hums his thanks to no one. He steps back, satisfied with his work, and shuffles off to bed.

[myokk]

70s au

[thresholdbb]

In the spirit of First Contact Day (and in the aftermath of boop-stravaganza), please interact with this if you post about Star Trek and/or we should be mutuals. LLAP I love you all

[megastrikeback]

based on the

[howlonomy]

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY S H I T THE AMAZING ARTIST I FOLLOWED A WHILE AGO FOR A UTY AU KNOWS ABOUT MEGAMAN. RIGHT AS I AM DIVING INTO IT. AHHHH?????

can you please make more? I love these silly robots. Just wondering

KYAAA HI!!!! i would love to do more robots despite knowing nothing ab megaman so feel free to throw some requests my way if u want?? hehe

[fyoht]

season 2 + nods to 'crowley was raphael' truthers

[sleepis4theweak]

I just saw your post on Mikey doing angry stimms and had to ask for more /nf since this is the first time I've seen someone draw angry stimms for a character (it's not that common from my perspective)

Thank you- love your artstyle so much!!! :D

(P.s. I also get angry stimmys too sometimes)

Aww- thank you so much for this ask! I am really, really happy you liked it!! And yeah I feel like angry stims aren't talked about as much...

Anyways I was really super excited to draw more- still using stims that I have done, though these are a little more uh... aggressive? I wanted to preface this by saying that I do these gently, or they are stims that I've replaced with something else hehe :)

For my angry stims a lot of it is based on frustration so it's kinda a lot of flailing? Like aggressive shaking. The biting one isn't something I've done in a while- and is one that I would try to do gently (would not recommend that one lol), and the punching of the thigh is something I tend to do (gently) when I'm hella frustrated with homework :)

[celestialtarot11]

What does sun in the 8th remind you of?

golden glitter raining from the sky, turning into embers and ashes. smudging onto hard floors, leaving a bittersweet remembrance. you’re crowded by their absence, flooded with their visuals, and yet they remain eerily distant in the shadows. slippery like mercury. hard to get any real grasp, yet they burn so bright you’re blinded by the weight of their existence. always leaving behind their scent, their mark, their words somewhere. you think you see a sign of them, a touch of warmth lights your weary heart, and then it’s cold. cold like the way they stripped you vulnerable with their eyes. they’re desperate for a chance to redeem their soul, yet somehow hide from the sunlight, crawling back to their corners of darkness. morphing into the shadows.

[shrimparts-blog888]

Please,god,please. Can you draw Apple looking at a marshmellow like those and thinking about Darling because the palette is simular?

🤲🏻 u ask and shall receive

[fruitbatvampiresociety]

OC ask game: Send me a fact about your character, I'll tell you a semi-related fact about one of mine!

[jbwashere]

When is Kevin gonna pop out the special question? 😉

(Love your art btw 🙏🏻)

When I saw this I immediately brainstormed, and honestly, this is how I imagine this going.

also thank you so much^^

[basketobread]

⭐ANNOUNCEMENT!!!⭐

i feel a little embarrassed to be announcing this truthfully but... i opened up a kofi! if you'd like to support me, here's the link!

first, i want to say that by no means should anyone feel obligated to tip me. ive received so much support from everyone these past few weeks that my heart is so incredibly full. so thank you so much. each and every one of you :) <3

and also, minor announcement, but my commissions page/info is almost done too! i'm still debating between keeping 4-6 slots open at a time but it'll be a first-come-first-serve basis. i know a few people were interested so i thought i should announce that too. ^_^

anyways, before this gets too long, thank you all so much again for your support! i hope to continue my daily comics/doodles for years to come! have a lovely day and know that im rooting for you :) <3

[deeenjoyer]

dennis giving charlie a bath

i love you for this prompt. yes charlie has his clothes on still what do u expect