#team answers

[sanct1f1ed]

[lock3d-n-load3d]

Hii! Im the anon that asked for owl facts (Thanks Rafel!) Im honored to have been the first ask :]

Now, Ask for everyone:

Favorite color and food?

[[Orange! For both questions!]] - Firebug

Favourite color, hm? Well thats gotta be ah...call me a bit bland but brown. Its a nice, simple colour. 'N my favourite food is beef jerky. Its a good snack during long battles, and considering I usually stick near my machines its nice to have somethin' to keep me going. - Reese

You're velcome! Now zhen...favourite color...I vould have to say blue, its vhat mein liebe vears! Oh it just suits him so vell, such a calm und nonthreatening color on zhe best man I could ever ask to end up vizh! Und yet he manages to best me in zhe battlefield vhenever ve do have to fight, but zhat might be due to me getting distracted by him. I cant help zhe distraction! Hes just...alvays on mein mind. Gott I should bring Francis to zhe base again, I've already begun to miss him. Anyvays enough about mein husband. I got distracted zhere. Cant help but zhink about him anyvays. Aheh...uh...vhat vas...ah, yes! Favourite food...mm...pretzels, admittedly. Zhey're salty yet somevhat sweet. Zhey're not as sweet as Francis, of course, but zhat doesnt change anyzhing! - Rafel

Aye. Silver. And alcohol. I dont eat. - Demobot

...Favourite color is baby blue. Its a nice color. Reminds me of snow. Favourite food is Shchi. Reminds me of home. - Stas

Easy answers, these. Red, and kangaroo meat. Surprisingly good stuff. All the others here are too chicken to try it though...except for Firebug and Reese. Bloody scare me sometimes those two. - Archie

Well like da Sniper said, red! Its a frickin badass color and way superior to blue! Favourite food is turkey! Way more flavourful than chicken! Seriously if you wanna attract a girl, go for turkey instead a' chicken! - John

GREEN, LIKE THE STATUE OF LIBERTY. AND MONEY. AND MY FAVOURITE FOOD IS FISH. ANY KIND. DOES NOT MATTER. - Terry (who has been told he does not need to shout for these to function)

Hm. Stupid question. But I would have to answer with wine red. And my favourite food would have to be salmon en papillote. - René

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Hey! Mod again, sorry about taking so long. Took awhile to think of how to answer this honestly. Especially since as of now my wifi isnt so good. Also Firebug's answers will have [[]] around them as a sort of translation of their muffled nonsense because otherwise there'd be no point in having them answer anything - Epimedes

[deltachapel]

this is a question to the team themselves. how did you come up with gustatl's typing quirk?

Well, I have to go on a bit of a tangent to answer that. Gustatl's name comes from 2 things. Gust, as in a gust of wind, and Ehecatl, (E-heh-cah-tuhl) also known as Quetzalcoatl. (Kets-all-coh-tuhl) Quetzalcoatl is the most important god in Aztec mythology, and along with many other things, created the wind. He appears in the form of Ehecatl, a bipedal feathered-serpent that looks somewhat like a human in stature. Since Ehecatl is a serpent, we figured that a neat quirk would be that Gustatl slurred his "s" sounds, which include s's, c's, and sometimes x's, (like in the word next) which is a trait mostly given to snake or snake-like characters in media. This also references a sort of spoiler-y detail about Gustatl, being that he pulls from another Aztec mythological entity, the Ouroborus, which, in Aztec mythos, is depicted as a serpent eating it's own tail. It represents both the beginning and the end, and is a metaphor to Gustatl's never-ending lust for power, which ended up "consuming" most of his humanity. Not that he's a human, you get what I mean.

Sorry about the long-winded answer! I could write for hours about all the thought that went into Gustatl's design, personality, origins, and backstory. He's by far my favorite creation, even if I only created certain parts of him. @snakeoilsalemsan originally thought of his concept, after all.

Long story short: Snakes. Have a good one, anon. -Vic

[aardvaark]

i think maggie would be the only person in the leverage universe who DOES notice the leverage team members occasionally becoming famous. like she’d tune into the world news and then have to call the team to check if sophie really died in a small european country during a turbulent election. "no but wasn’t my funeral so poignant? they put my face on the $20 note!" okay great glad to know you’re not dead. she watches a game of baseball on TV and just sighs deeply when the camera pans to eliot. next time she sees the team, she compliments his baseball skills. for some reason he mutters something about a sandwich while looking wistfully into the distance.

[slimsnipes]

baby scout chews and drools on your 1,500 USD designer tie.. what do you do..?

[parisoonic]

can you draw some more medic and pauling...? I would love them just gossiping

have some doodles! Something something patient confidentiality....

[mail-me-a-snail]

kinda like this is what im saying

[rooniearts]

so how does Omega react to Shadow having a child?

he doesn't really see what the big deal is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[hoe4hotchner]

Hi there! Can you write some HotchxColonelReader?! Like the Team comes by morging and sees Hotch, Strauss, Rossi and a woman from the army discussing something at Hotch's office about a case. Then, then discovery that THAT is the Hotchs' wife?! Sorry about my english. :) And Thank yoouuuuuuu!! I love all your work!!!

Absolutely!!! This was so much fun to write, and such a different prompt to what I usually get 🫶 Don't worry about your english ;) i'm not a native speaker 💕😘

Reverence | [A.H]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘞: 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘱, 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘞𝘊: 1𝘬

           The early morning haze clung to the bullpen, and the rhythmic hum of coffee machines mixed with the muffled clicks of keyboards as the team settled into their desks. The quiet lull of routine was only broken by Morgan’s curious gaze as he caught a glimpse of Hotch’s office from across the room. The blinds were open, revealing an unusual scene - Hotch, Strauss, Rossi, and an unfamiliar woman standing together in what could only be described as a tense, closed-door meeting. The three agents looked on edge compared to her.

           “Hey,” Morgan called out quietly, his voice low with intrigue as he nodded toward the glass window. “What’s going on in there?”

           JJ glanced over from her desk, noticing the woman in uniform standing alongside the senior agents. Her sharp, tailored military attire contrasted starkly against the office's corporate formality. The woman exuded authority; her posture was stiff, shoulders back, chin raised with the kind of self-assurance that comes from years of commanding subordinates.

           “Who is she?” JJ whispered, leaning forward. “She looks like she’s ready to bark out several orders any second now.”

           Morgan folded his arms across his chest, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Definitely military or marines. Look at that posture. You don’t stand like that out of free will unless you’ve seen action.”

           Reid, already drawn into the mystery woman, was fidgeting with the edge of his sweater trying to piece the puzzle together. “Maybe she’s part of an interagency collaboration? It could be something related to national security.”

           As the team watched, the woman turned slightly, her profile sharp and no-nonsense. Her movements were measured, and deliberate - every inch of her seemed to be about precision and control. Even though they were observing her through glass, it felt like her presence dominated the entire office.

           They didn’t have long to speculate before the door to Hotch’s office clicked open. Strauss emerged first, her usual expression in place as she nodded to the agents, followed by Rossi, who sported his signature knowing grin with a quick wink. But it was the woman who truly commanded attention as she stepped into the bullpen. The clack of her polished boots against the floor was precise, each step purposeful and calculated. Her uniform gleamed under the fluorescent lights, the medals and badges catching the glint of rays from the morning sun through the windows. She held her head high, her gaze sweeping the room like a hawk surveying its territory.

           Morgan straightened in his chair as she walked past, eyes wide with respect. “She’s definitely not here for pleasantries.”

           Before anyone could add another word, the woman stopped, her sharp gaze locking onto the team. It wasn’t just a glance - it was the kind of stare that felt like being x-rayed. The whispers, the subtle looks, the quiet gossip - they hadn’t gone unnoticed. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and with a swift motion, she crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze narrowing.

           The air in the room shifted instantly as she addressed them. Her voice, though calm, carried the unmistakable weight of authority. “Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

           The team froze. Her tone wasn’t loud, but it was firm, resonating with the controlled power of someone who was used to giving orders. It sliced through the air like a knife, leaving a lingering tension in its wake. JJ’s mouth opened slightly, Morgan leaned forward, and even Reid looked uncharacteristically startled.

           “No, ma’am,” they responded in unison, almost instinctively. The words tumbled out, a reflex to the command in her voice. It was as if, for a brief moment, they were recruits in boot camp being called to attention.

           Her eyes lingered on them for a moment, assessing, before a flicker of amusement danced across her features. Her posture remained as strict as before, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. She nodded once, satisfied with their response, then turned her attention back to Hotch, who stood quietly in the doorway of his office.

           “I’ll be returning to base,” she said, her voice noticeably softer, though still firm. She gave Hotch a look that lingered just a fraction too long for it to be strictly professional.

           “Thank you for coming by,” Hotch replied, his tone warm but restrained. There was something different about the way he spoke to her - his usual clipped authority was replaced by an almost imperceptible tenderness.

           “Of course,” she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. Then, her voice dropped into something far more intimate. “Aaron.”

           The use of his first name hung in the air, so casual, so familiar, yet it sent shockwaves through the team.

           JJ’s eyes widened. “Did she just call him Aaron?”

           Morgan’s jaw nearly dropped. “Hold up. Did she just—?”

           The woman didn’t wait for their reactions. With a brisk turn, she walked out of the office, her boots echoing down the hallway as she left, her military bearing never faltering. It was only after the door had swung shut behind her that Rossi, who had been watching the whole thing with barely concealed amusement, let out a chuckle.

           “Looks like the cat’s out of the bag,” Rossi said, crossing his arms as he leaned against a desk in the bullpen. “That, ladies and gentlemen, is Hotch’s wife.”

           The team stared at him, slack-jawed.

           “His wife?” JJ managed, her voice unbelieving.

           “Colonel actually,” Rossi clarified, eyes twinkling with mischief. “She’s been in the army for years. Taught Hotch everything he knows about being strict.”

           “She’s tougher than Hotch,” Morgan added, still trying to wrap his head around the revelation.

           “Way tougher,” Rossi said, winking at the team.

           “That was… something else.” Emily managed to say through her disbelief.

           They turned to look at Hotch, before he returned to his office, his expression unreadable as he resumed his work. For a brief second, though, as his gaze flicked toward the team, they could see the faintest smile - a private, almost imperceptible curve of his lips.

           “You never asked,” he said simply, allowing a rare smile to tug at the corners of his lips before turning his attention back to his office and paperwork, leaving the team still gaping.

[prlssprfctn]

Ever think about how niche and rich Gotham culture must be? (aka i've been going over this whilst writing and needed to share)

Like-

Would gas masks become fashionable?

Would there be even stricter laws about importing certian goods into Gotham or even tracking places that sell them?? (ex Nitrous Oxide, balloons, birds, etc)

Do people rep different Bat merch like a local sports team?

Would people treat the Bats (or other guest vigilantes) like bird watching? (*cough tim cough*)

Is there a weapon/gear drop off service??

Or do people collect that shit

Would there be antidote administration lessons alongside epi pen first aid in schools?

Please id love to hear your thoughts/interpretations because I swear theres so much- (Sincerely, @batfambrainrotbeloved)

this is one of the best asks i had received here. single-handedly. here is what i think:

gas masks are DEFINITELY a part of the local fashion. they have vigilante and rogue themed once also! do you want Batman-themed gas mask? here you go. or Red Robin one? oh, what is it? you want THE special edition gas mask? the Scarecrow THEMED one? don't worry. we have you covered.

i just know that customs house workers are NOT getting paid enough for this shit. they have, like, ridiculous amount of directive about the simplest items, and that's why tourists are skipping this fucking town. i also pretty much need the game in Papers, Please style with customs house in Gotham, lmao—

my personal canon? every vigilante and some of rogues have merch selling in the town; some more popular than others. my personal canon x2? the Crime Alley started to rep their own Red Hood merch, and Jason was flabbergasted. he then visited the owners of the merch, encouraging them to donate this ridiculous amount of money they get for the rest of Crime Alley citizens. once people found out about this? they went even more insane. the selling of Red Hood merch is just OVER the top. (bonus headcanon: sometimes, there is a ship merch, too. like SuperBat stuff. or BatCat. Dick accidentally stumbles on BatJokes when he hunts for SuperBats key chains and calls Jason to ask him to burn this place down.)

Tim was the OG birdwatcher, trust. but also, YEAH. i am pretty sure some people prepare themselves for the night by grabbing binoculars and super-puper rich cams to examine Bats in their natural habitat. Bats know about the existence of these people, but they can't really do anything about it. Tim has a secret Reddit account that is a local expert in their Gotham Birdwatching community, where he is giving advice or just being a condescending asshole to people. Barbara sometimes chimes in this subreddit to add her own thoughts.

Bats suck at keeping their gadgets or broken pieces of inventory, trust. and people...? oh, people collect this shit. it is either freaks, who have their own personal museums for this, or, like, people who sell what they find on Amazon. everyone wants a piece of that to themselves. (bonus headcanon: Crime Alley people keep bringing Red Hood's dropped weapons and gears back, under Jason's door, even though Jason *insists* that he has no connection to Red Hood. uh-uh.)

i always thought police stations, schools, hospitals, and similar public spaces have different antidotes stocked in any case — Bruce Wayne makes sure it does. and yes, i think they have special lessons for different, specific scenarios: what to do once faced with toxins or pollens, how to apply medicine, or what to do if there is none of it. how to act if there are Poison Ivy's plants surrounding you, etc, etc. police officers definitely carry a few antidotes on themselves, just in case people will need it. and, obviously, the same goes for Bats.

[800db-cloud]

PLEASE POST THE ONE MILLION DOODLES YOU ARE SHY TO POST /pos 🙏

sure thang o7 here are some i made that i think are good enough to post. can you tell who my favorite merc to draw is

re: the last comic: i have way too many spy hcs. Way Too Many. anyway here’s (BLU) spy accidentally traumadumping on his teammates. is he Alright.

[sanct1f1ed]

So fer a guy like me who doesn't know a lot about TF2 comics. Just how big of a deal is issue #7 becoming real.

i will explain how big of a deal it is with two images:

[lock3d-n-load3d]

What’s your thought on skibidi toilet (everyone)

What.

- All.

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I know who you are, anon

- mod Epi

[demaparbat-hp]

In your Spitfire AU between Azula gaslight gatekeep girlboss attitude and Lu Ten II big puppy eyes they’re unstoppable duo

Woe betide those who stand in their way to greatness (aka Zuzu).

[scribz-ag24]

Everyone go play PMD Seven Symphonies, it's a sequel for both Explorers of Sky and Special Episode 0 and it's making me fall in love with a bunch of teams i had never thought twice about!! i cant believe im saying this but i actually wanna draw team raider.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posting to Tiktok: My husband is on a bar trivia team with our friend, Max.

Eddie: Every time he goes to trivia, he gets drunk and then text me asking why I don’t introduce him to celebrities I don’t know.

*Eddie moves to the edge of the screen to show a screenshot of their text conversation.

The first text Steve sent says: They gave us a free round of drinks cause they can’t accommodate Max’s vision impairment this time.

The second text says: Round 1 done. We’re in last place!

The third text says: U were an answer!!!!!

Then an hour goes by and Steve texts: Why won’t u let me meet Rihanna???? I won’t be embarrasssing*

Eddie, taking up the screen again: ….Hi Rihanna, we met on a carpet once. Dunno if you remember but would you like to meet a middle school math teacher from Indiana? He’s cute.