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[cryptocism]

Hey! I don't know if you're busy with something important in every adult's life but I was thinking that I've never seen Meloni thawne in your style, if it's not too much to ask can you draw her? I'd really like to see it! (I don't know if you've already drawn her, but I'd like to see her in your style anyway lol)

mrs meloni thawne...........

[canisalbus]

This might be a strange question, but do you think it would be cathartic for Machete to have a tamagotchi in the modern AU? One of those things where it heals his inner child but he isn't sure why?

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[suzukiblu]

Please, cuddling, and TimKon?

. . . I am sorry but also I am NOT sorry for what I have done with this reply, but hey, why don't we all enjoy this one being the only prompt fill from this meme that got a read-more cut??

“Please,” Kon tries, trying not to look–he doesn’t know, weird and needy and like an embarrassment, or whatever. It feels like such a stupid thing to ask for. He knows Tim’s not really a hugger or a touchy-feely guy or whatever and that he likes having his own space and basically always hops out of bed right after sex to go write down all the shit his post-nut clarity made him think of, and the idea of, like, just staying still and actually cuddling or whatever is probably basically literal torture to him, assuming it’s ever even occurred to him at all, just . . . 

Just he’d kind of like to sometimes, maybe? Like–not regularly or whatever, he’s not trying to drive Tim nuts or cut into either his worktime or downtime here, just . . .

Just he’d like to do it sometimes, that’s all. 

Tim’s not the tactile type. Tim isn’t even the eye contact type, unless he’s lying to somebody or at work or just faking it for Robin-mode or whatever. Kon gets that. He’s been, like–careful about that. Not trying to take up too much space or ask for too much attention or mind when Tim doesn’t even look up at him when he– 

He’s been careful about it. 

But he is . . . well. The tactile type. Like . . . kind of, anyway. 

Like–it’s kinda unavoidable, honestly. 

“Oh,” Tim says, blinking at him in just enough bemusement to make him feel even more self-conscious about bringing this shit up to begin with, and Kon tries to keep his expression casual and noncommittal and–and just normal about this. Because he is totally normal about this. He is so normal about this. He is.

He’s also normal about the fact that when he asked Tim if he could talk to him about something, Tim didn’t even put down his tablet. Didn’t even put it to sleep, or actually even look up from it until . . . 

Kon’s normal about that. About all of this. 

(and he definitely never feels kind of weird or a little bit abandoned because Tim can’t EVER just bring his stupid laptop back to bed or at least work on whatever he’s thinking about IN the bedroom at the untouched desk he's got set up in there or even just, like . . . stick around and hang out on the couch with him, or anything like that. he definitely totally ENTIRELY doesn’t ever just feel like a casual fuckbuddy or an easy hookup or a gala-night accessory or just the most immediately convenient option and not actually–not actually any kind of a–not actually something that– 

he doesn’t. 

definitely.)

“Uh,” Kon says, and backpedals awkwardly, because clearly this conversation is not going the way he’d wanted it to and Tim just looks so surprised by it all, like–like it never even occurred to him or something, that maybe . . . that maybe Kon would want anything like that, or like he literally just hasn’t noticed how hard Kon’s been trying to be normal about it, or . . . 

It doesn’t feel very good, the idea he’s been trying so hard to respect Tim’s space and preferences and comfort levels and Tim hasn’t even noticed that he was doing anything at all. 

Especially because Tim usually notices just about everything. 

Maybe Tim’s just never thinking about it. Maybe he gets out of bed so quick because he’s spent the whole time in it thinking about other shit and just putting up with–just– 

“Kon,” Tim says, his voice going a little tight, and Kon just tries not to wince. He didn’t mention any of the complicated stuff he’s been trying not to feel, he just asked if Tim could–if Tim would– 

He didn’t even mention any of the complicated stuff, so it’s, like–not a great sign that Tim’s looking at him like that right now, like he’s said something really serious or upsetting or . . . 

He really shouldn’t have said anything, yeah. 

“Sorry,” he tries stiffly, glancing away and wrapping his hand around his own wrist and digging his fingers into the inside of it. It’s–tactile. Just . . . something tactile. “I know you don’t–sorry. Uh. Just forget it.” 

“Fuck,” Tim mutters for some reason, and Kon feels like such an idiot for saying anything at all, and a worse one for apparently doing it in a way that’s got Tim making that face at him. That face is Robin’s “my utility belt is empty, comms are fried, and the mission just went to shit” face. 

He really fucked this up. It was fine. Everything was fine, and now he’s wrecked it and Tim’s about to say it’s not even that serious, it’s not like it’s even–not like they’re even–and that Kon’s clearly gotten the wrong idea and they should just–just– 

“How long have you felt this way?” Tim asks very, very carefully, like the question’s something fragile, and Kon thinks from literally the first fucking time you left me alone in bed all night so you could go recalibrate some stupid useless specialty sensor that wasn’t even part of your primary gear, like, a WEEK into us sleeping together and says, “I dunno. It’s not–I told you. Forget it. It’s not a big deal.” 

He’s being weird about this. He’s being an asshole about this, actually, because being prepared for literally every single possible contingency ever is the Bats’ whole thing and he got into this knowing Tim wasn’t the touchy-feely type or all that expressive and emotive about–about his feelings, or whatever, and–and it’s not like he even–not like he– 

(he just wants a fucking HUG he didn't have to FUCK him for every now and then, or for Tim to at least exist in the same space as him for longer than the time it takes for the next email from Oracle to come in or next alert from Batman to go off or next self-assigned project to finish processing or–

but that’s not something Tim does, and Kon knew that going in, so–so it’s his own stupid fault if he feels SMALL sometimes, when . . . when there’s always something else, always another problem to solve or place to be or thing to think about, always . . . always something more important than just . . . staying, just for a little bit, and just BEING with–with him. just him. not the team, or either of their families, or . . .)

He knew all this going in, Kon reminds himself. He knew it. If he were this bad at being with literally anyone else, he’d just–he’d just– 

But something about it being Tim means he just . . . can’t. 

Tim’s jaw tightens, and he finally sets down his stupid tablet. 

Only now, though, Kon thinks bitterly, and digs his fingers a little deeper into the inside of his wrist. 

“Kon,” Tim says again, says too carefully again. Like something’s fragile, again. “I–” 

“I said forget it, for fuck’s sake!” Kon snaps too hotly, and maybe hates himself for both doing it and for the stricken look that doing it puts on Tim’s face, and also maybe cheats a bit by super-speeding straight out the balcony door into the night air and not taking his cell or his communicator with him. Or–definitely does, in fact. Definitely that’s cheating. He knows it is. 

He just really can’t stand to hear Tim tell him how he’s fucked up this time right now, though. He just–he tried so fucking hard not to fuck up this time. 

He really, really tried. 

He should’ve known it wouldn’t work, but . . . but he really did try.

[peace-hunter]

I can imagine all The primes trying to figure out how the heck this ghost thing works.

They’re fighting over who gets to spend one on one time with Optimus, they collectively forget they all can just manifest themselves at any time at the same time. Listen all wisdom goes out the window during the argument of who gets to bond with their baby brother for the day.

Meanwhile Prima is just chilling with his baby brother the most out of all of them, he pulls the I’m the oldest card a lot at the beginning or the he’s mine :) I called dibs (T-cog) :).

Optimus is just begging them to be quiet lmao.

it's really not as intuitive as one would expect! manifesting comes pretty easy to them, it's everything else that causes them trouble lol

and see that's exactly why zeta made a schedule but these heathens keep ignoring it-

and the thing about one on one time is that even if only one of them is manifesting, they and OP will have an audience of twelve anyway most of the time because while they can retreat into the matrix and give them some privacy... it's honestly kind of boring lmao

also while manifesting themselves to OP isn't nearly as draining as doing it to others or channeling, it's still not effortless. they gotta keep focus to keep their form visible to him and it also requires a bit of energy to keep up. mind you, it's not that bad of an energy drain and they could easily keep it up for hours if they wanted to, but it's not as simple as simply speaking to him from inside the matrix.

not prima tho. he can manifest to OP pretty effortlessly and it barely takes anything out of both of them. and the longer times goes on, the stronger their bond becomes to the point they kinda suspect that even if OP lost the matrix, there's a chance prima could still remain with him in some way. they're not eager to try it out tho lol

"Optimus is just begging them to be quiet lmao." sometimes yeah! that's just how it is with family, especially with thirteen people that literally cannot talk to anyone but each other and him lol

but even at their most annoying he's glad to have them around. just the thought of having to face everything that comes with being a Prime on his own is honestly a little bit terrifying and he's always grateful to have people he can lean on for things he doesn't dare to burden his friends and the people that rely on him with.

(and also... he's kinda relieved he doesn't get much chance to be alone with his own thoughts. the times when he wishes he could have five minutes to himself without someone piping up from inside his chest are far outnumbered by the times the absence of Dee would've crushed him if there hadn't been always someone at his side trying their best (sometimes clumsy, sometimes heavy-handed, but always kind) to make him feel better.)

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[markscherz]

hi mark, i think you’re really amazing and inspiring! i love seeing you on my dash!!

Well shucks anon, you're not too bad yourself. Though tbh you're a little inconsistent. Sometimes you send me the weirdest asks, sometimes it's heartfelt appreciation, sometimes it's weird facts, sometimes it's pretty pictures. You okay?

[deedala]

Don’t feel pressured to draw it, but I just wanted to say that I feel like your style would be perfect for a gallavich over the garden wall au! 🍂💓

lol i dunno anon whats your verdict?

[snaileer]

Behold!🤲🏼

The wildest fic I have ever come across.

[arttsuka]

fiddlestan but they're BOTH mermen

The lineart was pretty neat bit I didn't take a proper picture unfortunately

[flightyalrighty]

Yup! a small mercy that will surely will always exist and totally wouldn't get a mini comic spinoff where that small mercy is ripped away and thrown at his feet!! good thing he Doesn't Remember!!!

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[yutaan]

Found some old Chihayafuru doodles from back when I was watching Season 1! Get hugged, Taichi

[canisalbus]

my sibling just referred to vasco as "the floppy dog"

There have been dogs floppier than him but I'd say he's at least a good 7/10 on floppiness scale.

[dailyhatsune]

miku but she is in a game theory thumbnail

i debated whether i should leave the text on there and decided it’d be outlandish enough for a theory

[allastoredeer]

Fun fact, Alastor's haircut has a name! It's called "shingle" which is a type of bob

I'm not the only one who thought of this right?

Without the words cuz he pretty.