#sorry it took so long to answer!

[violinist-rachel]

Rachel, did you love karl again

"H-huh?... Carl who...? Sagan...?" "I -hic -enjoyed watching his show growing up, but I haven't -hic- met him in person before..."

[talxns]

I lOVE LOVE LOVE your brudick fics, I cannot stop reading them they are so delicious and addicting.

But I was wondering what got you into this amazing ship😌 and what is your favorite canon moment between them.

🖤💛🖤💙🖤

Thank you 🥹 I really appreciate it because I often struggle to see the worth in my own writing.

I had liked Batman from childhood but only got interested in brudick around 2016, not sure what it was exactly that opened my third eye to it, but I love toxic age gap yaoi so it was destined to happen lol there are several formative fics that I read at that time that really cemented my love for brudick, such as @holy-batmans story A Baptism of Fire, lacemonster’s Mirrors (currently privated and unavailable on the archive), & [orphaned account]’s You are forever in my mind.

As an adult I have a greater appreciation for adult Dick and Bruce’s relationship and the dynamics that form when they are older. But I still love any point of their relationship.

As for my favorite canon moment! That’s really difficult! What even is considered canon lol I’ll just share some particular moments in the comics that I really appreciate.

I love the scene in Robin Year 1 where Two-Face is beating Dick to death with a baseball bat and Bruce flies toward Harvey like a wraith

I love the embrace between Bruce and Dick in Robin & Batman after Dick saves Bruce from Killer Croc. Bruce’s horrifying realization that he’s trained Dick to kill himself to save others, not anticipating that it’d be his life Dick was willing to die for.

Bit of a throw back to the golden age (so maybe technically not canon), but I love when Dick gets beaten up so badly that Bruce is rushing him to a doctor’s house in the middle of the night for emergency treatment, and he threatens to kill the doctor with his bare hands if he doesn’t operate on him.

Also when Bruce goes out as Batman without Robin but keeps a portrait of Robin with him the whole time because he wanted to have him with him in spirit, are you kidding me???

Golden age Brudick is amazing. Also a huge fan of Bruce just. Giving up completely when he thinks Dick has died. He just goes limp and says “whatever guess i’ll die” . and this happens multiple times.

Literally any time Bruce thinks that Dick has died and either becomes brutally murderous about it or becomes a wreck. weeping for him like in Injustice or golden age comics. it really shows how integral Dick is to Bruce’s mental stability. How much he means to him!!!

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Lin, I'm curious about something in your communal wardrobe project: what's the show that's had the most number of communal pieces of clothes so far?

@kayatoasted!! Thank you for this ask. I'm happy anytime anyone gives me an excuse to talk about the communal wardrobe 😁 And what a brilliant question...because there have been some series that have used A LOT of clothes that have also been used in other series.

Before I get to the heavy hitters, and the ✨winner✨, let me spout some other facts:

There are currently 117 items on the communal wardrobe list...but I've been made aware that there are many more in The Outing, which I need to go through and document, so that number will soon increase.

So far 76 Thai and Taiwanese series have featured communal wardrobe items that have been in two or more series (I'm counting the individual Our Skyy 2 series as separate series, but if I didn't this number would be 70)

24 series have featured just 1 item that has been used elsewhere

and 17 series have featured 2 items that have been used elsewhere

That leaves 35 series with 3 or more items that have been used elsewhere.

The items worn the most are currently item #1 (the linin stripy shirt, worn 11 times by 8 characters (there are three different colours) in 6 series) and item 3 (a horizontal striped t-shirt, worn 10 times by 9 characters (there are four different colours) in 9 series).

So, on to answer your question! There are 7 series which have used 10 or more items on the communal wardrobe:

Be My Favourite = 10

A Boss and a Babe = 12

The Warp Effect = 12

Bad Buddy = 18

Last Twilight = 16 (with 3 more new ones spotted in The Outing so far but not documented)

Vice Versa = 23

But which series has had the most?!

Only Friends with 28!! 🎉 (with 2 more new ones spotted in The Outing so far but not documented)

Here are the ones I've already posted from the series:

item #6 - Blue squares polo shirt (this will be used in Deep Night too)

item #13 - Pastel stripes t-shirt

item #19 - Pran's bedsheets

item #62 - Cream with olive stripe

item #63 - 'Partner' t-shirt

item #74 - Glasses

item #84 - Brushstrokes shirt

item #86 - Hollywood idols shirt

item #87 - 'Dudes' shirt

item #104 - Grey shirt with large lettering

item #105 - 'Arc' t-shirt

item #108 - Multi-coloured chequered/plaid shirt (recently spotted in The Outing and needs documenting)

If anyone would like any of the remainder dedicated to them in a post, then send me an ask or dm! -> Items 1, 8 [this will also be used in Wandee Goodday], 10 [this will also be used in 23.5], 23, 52, 67, 68, 69, 70, 79, 80 [this will also be used in The Intern], 97, 99, 100, 107, 116.

Phew! I hope that satisfied your curiosity 😏 Anyway, I'm always happy to answer questions about the communal wardrobe 💙

[rriavian]

Do you believe Dream can use smartphone and love movie?

I might be amongst the minority here when I say that Dream can absolutely use a smartphone (though whether he does so/admits he can is another question entirely) because I see no reason why not. When asked about it he’d probably say something like ‘how foolish you are to ask me such things, you should know that this was dreamt just as all else'

I do think he’d love films!

Even with the knowledge easily accessible in the collective unconscious I believe Dream would be fascinated by actually watching them—maybe reclined on his throne with his smart phone in hand?—the same when reading a book, enthralled by the storytelling ('a stories medium may have changed form but I am still the Prince of them'). Even so Dream would definitely have favourites, those he returned to often, and I can see him having very very intense opinions on what he likes.

Lucienne has definitely been a witness to more than one instance of Dream bickering with Matthew over their differing tastes in film.

[the-scribbles-painter]

hii!! could my blog be scribbled on?

-@brightest-colors-forever

(bright colors warning)

@brightest-colors-forever's blog has been Scribbled on!!

[mywaywardcupcake]

I'll try to answer the one you sent me later today, but I'll also ask you -- Katsuya Jonouchi for 3, 7, and 13, and Rishid for 9. Thank you!

Thank you for sending an ask!!! I really liked the meme questions you made for this!

For Jounouchi:

3. Previously answered here

7. What might they appreciate as a gift from someone?

Oh! I think he is one who can be easily swept away with any thoughtful gift. I thought of you and bought you this food, or these cards, etc and he would honestly be so appreciative and excited about it. Like with some of the games that Jou got into in the manga, I can totally see him having gotten into them because Yugi was like I bought this for you!

13. What themes do you see in this character?

I was thinking of the different themes I see with him but one that I feel can tie so many of them together is Hope. Jou's perseverance, fighting spirit, loyalty, i feel that all of it is tide to his hope. No matter how dark things get, there's always that light, that hope. Jounouchi doesn't have a lot in his life. His family is broken, his father has them in massive debt, Jou is barely scraping by. He starts out not having a lot of hope for the future. He is lost in his own darkness until he returns the puzzle piece and it sparks hope within him. We start seeing Jounouchi working to fix his relationship with his dad (even when things are stacked against him he tries off of willpower alone), we see him being supportive of others, we see him start enjoying being himself. This theme continues into his dueling. Even when things are stacked against him, he pushes through and finds a way. Even when faced with death, he overcomes and fights to come back. We see him struggle with keeping his hope, we see him overcome and win and see that light shine brighter. Hopefully that makes sense.

Rishid:

9. What does this character find inspiring?

I feel like my answer is kind of basic on this but, I think he finds his siblings inspring. He watched everything both his siblings went through, from their childhood, to the thief days, battle city, and saw them come out the other side. I really think he finds them inspiring but I also think that they also look up to Rishid too.

[aria-chicken-flugget]

hey i just wanted to ask when the next part of dinner with the birches is coming out

Hey!

Ahh man, I love writing this ngl and can’t believe the feedback it’s been getting. Sorry it took a while to answer.

I started drafting Dinner with the Birches part II a few months ago, then got a little discouraged and writer’s block with some personal stuff. So i’m sorry for everyone that’s been waiting on it, but i’m feeling better mentally so can get back to drafting it again!

Short answer, hopefully sometime soon but I can’t make promises of when until I know i’m doing better 💜

[katherineholmes]

Elaborate belt buckle😂 Klaus does have a weird fixation with ridiculously elaborate belt buckles. I absolutely loved that fic. I want to say Damon had it coming because well it’s Damon😅

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends was an absolute delight to write! And my favourite parts were definitely Elena noticing Klaus' elaborate belt buckle. It's just so him lol. It's like the male version of accessorising, and I love it.

Absolutely loved writing about Klaus killing Damon. It makes sense too, Klaus wants Elena to be his in every sense, he wants to marry her, and she seems to want it too. The only problem is her very alive husband, so obviously Klaus kills him lmao.

[the-smartaleck]

I really liked ur role swap au!! , and im curious abt what type of kingdom would waluigi run? For example daisy is the princess of sarasaland and has a very special afiliation for flowers (just like walu) so im very curious (Srry if the paragraph doesnt make sense im using the translator) i love ur drawings hehe

Thanks!!

So, excellent question, admittedly I didn't put much thought into that lol. I don't exactly think he would run a kingdom as much as he would just have a domain.

'Cause normally he's just "some guy" right? And Rosalina isn't technically the ruler of a kingdom, but of the cosmos. The lumas aren't so much subjects as they are children to her. So I figure switching their roles would put them in the respective place of obscurity. Maybe he takes care of a bunch of plants instead.

I guess what I really imagine is that like one day he picks up a crown and goes "I'm king of the universe now" but he's not actually. It's a self proclaimed title, like being Luigi's arch-rival is.

((You made sense to me, don't worry))

[we-cool-beans]

Does Gordon ever ask to squish benrey's toe beans? (Atleast it looks like he has them in the flying pic)

Yes absolutely. Gordon has no idea why Benrey has them, cause birds dont have these kinds of pads on their feet, but Benreys not exactly a bird :)

[orcbardneeul]

An ask for Neel:

So how much of the budget goes to replacing/repairing his armor/clothes cause safe to say he's not the most fortunate in keeping it in good condition.

Fear not, Neeul's armor is Cast-Off Armor, which is specially made to be taken off in less than 6 seconds. So he can just pop it off and then put it back together afterwards if he needs to get out of it in a pinch.

For example, one time he sat down in a chair that was booby trapped with glue. He would have been stuck, but he just stood up in his underwear, harmlessly leaving the armor in the chair behind him. (then he just peeled it off)

Also he knows mending, so even if his underwear get torn or whatever, he can do repairs himself.

[valentinaonthemoon]

A track that makes you think of a specific color

Thank you for asking question 23! This is a very fun one, because I have very specific answer for many of the songs I listen to. Some are very easy to understand like:

[hex #f4c2c2 (also known as Tea rose, Baby pink)] for my #10, Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan. (But honestly all the songs from that album feel like a wide range of pink/red colours to me)

My #27, Six Days in June by The Fratellis to me is both [hex #f27100 (pure or mostly pure orange)] and [hex #3c8b22 (dark lime green)]

Medusa in Chains, also by The Fratellis (don't know why I decided on two songs by them) which is my #76 is a very strong [hex #eae0c8 (also known as Pearl)] with a smudge of [hex #613361 (very dark desaturated magenta)], which I admit takes a lot from the album's cover.

[Spotify Wrapped Ask Game]

[lcs-scar]

PLEAS PLEAS PLLEEEEAASSSS

Can you draw some pete content?? 🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

THAK YOU IF ITS YES

sure!!

[temeyes]

Can we get a nikolai tummy please? 👉👈

HI ANONNN, made him extra hairy just for uuuu~~~

[sb-essebi]

🍑🍎🍓 for the ask game?

Thank you so much for asking, N! <3

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

Wow, this is really hard. I haven't thought much about crossovers with the sandman fandom (I don't think about crossovers a lot in general tbf), though I've thoroughly enjoyed all the ones others have come up with.

My favourite character is Dream- something I do think about a lot is the parallels of his story with Shakespeare's The Tempest and the character of Prospero, which are pretty explicit in the comics. I would love to find something profound to weave into a fic (maybe a retired!Morpheus fic) about the similarities between Morpheus and Prospero, but I would have to give it a lot of thought after I got the right fic mostly written. So that would be my pretentious literary reference of choice I think!

🍎 Is there anything you straight-up won’t write?

Few things, I think.

It would never even occur to me to even mention eye trauma of any kind in my writing, for starters. It's the only thing I have trauma about that makes me shudder just to think about.

A handful of kinks - scat and pissing come to mind because they're just not my thing, and the more hardcore BDSM stuff mostly because I don't have experience with that irl and I'm not confident I'd write it well just from research.

Finally -and this is the least logical one-, most no powers/human/modern AU, especially the extremely popular ones like coffee shop, tatto artist/florist and the like. They don't light the inspiration spark for me at all. I rarely read these as well, usually only if I really love the writing - your fic tomorrow is a place we are together definitely comes to mind!

Also, LOADS of ships I won't write! And Sandman has so many ships, I won't even bother listing a few lol

🍓 What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated?

Oh man, none in the Sandman fandom honestly? I've gotten plenty of kudos and comments, and more than I expected too!

fruit emoji ask game for fic writers

[shurisneakers]

HIII, HOW ARE YOU

I was thinking if you could write Bucky's version of "Who did this to you" 🥰 Also, I love you writing so much! The way you describe things makes it so easy for me to imagine the scenes

a/n: hello my love! thank you for sending this in, I hope you like it<3

this is part of misery loves company but is just a stand alone fic. you don't need to read anything before this

warnings: blood and hurt, implications of violence and killin klg, hurt comfort, swearing

The longer you spend in this business, the more sleep feels like a favor the universe begrudgingly grants. Rest without nightmares is a luxury, and your salary simply did not budget for it.

So when it’s 3 a.m., and someone slips into your room without a word, you’re already awake before the light in your bathroom flickers on.

You hear the faint shuffle of movement, the sound of cabinets opening and closing. His silhouette moves inside, quiet and deliberate.

There’s no urgency to it, no noise loud enough to wake anyone else. He knows better than that. He just doesn’t know better than to pick your bathroom to raid.

Sighing, you push off the bed and head toward the bathroom.

The door creaks when you nudge it open, and he doesn’t even flinch. He’s still bent over the sink, head in your cabinet, his shoulders slumped like he’s half-asleep himself.

“Go to bed,” he mutters, his voice low and rough, not bothering to look at you.

“Sure, right after you get the fuck out of my bathroom," you reply, leaning against the doorframe. “You know there’s one in your room, right? Or did you get lost again?”

“Crazy. Here I was, thinking I’d take the scenic route,” he deadpans, pulling out a bottle and squinting at the label. “Must’ve missed my bathroom. Maybe it’s hiding behind a bookshelf or something.”

You roll your eyes and press a hand to his shoulder, shoving him aside as you rifle through the cabinet yourself. “Move. You’re just making a mess.”

Bucky doesn’t protest, just leans back against the wall with a sigh, watching as you shove aside bottles and boxes. When you finally find the first-aid kit, you shove past him with more force than necessary.

“Sit down.”

To your surprise, he obeys, perching on the edge of the bathtub. His silence almost irritates you more than his usual backtalk.

You crouch in front of him, ignoring the way his gaze follows your every movement as you pull out antiseptic wipes and gauze. You don’t want to look at him yet. You don’t need to see his face to know he looks like hell.

But when you finally glance up, it’s still worse than you expected.

If you hadn’t trained yourself to stay composed in the worst situations, your breath might’ve hitched. His lip is split, an eye swollen shut, cuts scattered across his face, and a dark trail of dried blood streaks from his nose to his jaw. The faintest smudge of crimson still lingers on his temple.

"What?" his voice comes out sharper, like he's testing you to see your reaction.

He sits too stiffly for it to just be his face—there are ribs involved, at the very least.

You don't grace him with a reply.

"I'm fine," he says, as if that’s enough to wave away the mess of him.

“Didn’t ask,” you reply flatly, though your jaw tightens.

“Did someone teach you how to be this kind, or is it a God-given talent?” he mutters dryly.

You don’t respond, ripping open a packet of antiseptic wipes and crouching in front of him.

“How’d your day go?” he drawls, voice flat but testing.

“We don’t have to do this.”

“God, the hospitality,” he drags, voice dry and cracked. "For a second there, I was worried bleeding out in your bathroom might make you care.”

“So fuckin' dramatic,” you breathe, swiping a wipe across his busted lip with a gentleness you hate admitting to. “You’re not bleeding out. And I don’t care."

The silence stretches as you clean him up. He doesn’t flinch—not at the antiseptic or the sting of your touch—but you notice his sharp intake of breath when you press a little harder on his ribs.

“Who did this?” you ask lowly, your tone sharp without meaning to be.

He exhales through his nose, something like a grunt. “Why? You plannin' on punching them for me?”

"If that'll keep you out of my damn bathroom at night."

His gaze flickers to you, sharp and unyielding, but you refuse to meet it, focusing instead on wiping the blood crusted beneath his nose.

Finally, he mumbles, “Doesn’t matter. Kids are safe."

“Good,” you say, but the word sticks in your throat like glass.

When you glance up, his good eye is already on you, his gaze sharper than it has any right to be. His breathing is steady, heavier than usual but not alarming. Whatever he’s looking for, you don’t know, but it’s enough to make you shift uncomfortably.

“I’m fine,” he repeats, softer this time, almost like he’s trying to convince you.

“Didn’t ask,” you mutter, though your hand slows for a fraction of a second before you move on to the next cut.

His lip quirks at that, the ghost of a smile. “Sure. Noticed."

When you move to dab at the cut above his brow, something in his hair catches your eye. Your fingers brush against it, and you pull the strand closer for inspection

That’s when you notice it—the small braid in his hair, crooked and messy, like it was done by clumsy hands.

You reach out before you can think better of it, fingers tugging gently at the braid.

"Who did this to you?” you ask again, this time biting back a smile.

“Don’t,” he mutters, ducking his head to pull away, but your hand finds his neck, stilling him. His skin grows warm under your hand.

“One of the kids?” you press, voice softer now.

He clears his throat, his cheeks flushing faintly. “The jet was too dark. They needed a distraction.” He pauses, as though considering how much to share. “Missed that one, I guess.”

Your thumb brushes his jaw as you inspect the braid, lingering a little too long. “Shame. It makes you look less hideous.”

Bucky huffs, more exasperated than offended. “You’re shit out of luck, then. Gotta put up with this mug as it is.”

You realize you’ve been staring too long when his eyes flick to yours. Clearing your throat, you drop your hands and reach for another wipe.

He leans back slightly, his gaze dragging over you. “You look like you’re about to punch someone.”

“Surprised there’s anyone left to punch.”

“There isn’t,” he replies breezily, though the weight of his words hangs in the air.

“Good, I don't have to waste my time cleaning up after you.” You swipe the antiseptic across his lip, slower this time, and your fingers linger a fraction longer than they should.

You don’t miss the way his gaze drops to your hands as you tear off another wipe, the way his jaw tightens when your fingers brush against his skin again.

“You’re happy you don’t get to punch anyone?” he asks, “Careful, or I might start thinking you care.”

You don’t answer, not with words. Instead, you press the antiseptic down just hard enough to make him wince.

Bucky hisses, but his lips twitch, and you hate how much you want to smile back.

Instead, you pack away the first aid kit and push it into his lap.

“Go to sleep,” you mutter, turning away.

“Sure thing,” he says, but when you glance back, he’s still sitting there, watching you like he’s not quite ready to leave.

Like maybe you don’t want him to.

"C'mon," you say quietly. "It's late."

He finally pushes himself off the tub, and drags himself silently to your bed.