#thank you for the ask homie

[justanotherperson1]

Hi Hi!!

This is my first time asking on Tumblr, and your blog is probably the only one I was super drawn to. I love all of your art and your love for Bayverse Optimus. Bayverse Optimus is my favorite iteration of the character, and I always come up with some head fanfiction about how he would act in Transformers: Prime and the IDW comics.

Is there an in-universe reason for how Bay Op got to the Transformers: Prime world? This whole AU could be a great fanfiction if someone wrote it (not me, though). I also wondered how Bay Optimus would react if Prime Optimus hugged him straight up.

Hi Hi!

First ask… that’s pretty special! Thank you! I love that you enjoy my little corner of the fandom so much!! And you pose a really good question. So, as far as I puzzled it out, the ‘jump’ from the Bay! Universe to the Prime! Universe would have happened with some fuckery with a relic from one of the origional 13 Primes- Vector Prime. The guy was a demention and time hopper and in ‘Solus Prime’ fashion, would have left something behind that contained some of his power. Optimus gets ahold of it, and with his Prime-y power activates it, so another one of ‘him’ gets ripped out of his own universe and brought into TFP. I didn’t really know if I wanted a scientist of sorts to have tried to replicate Vector’s technological artifacts he may have left behind, or it just be Vector’s object itself though. Following the scientist’s route, the machine would have been powered with energy pods that would have to have been tracked down for multiple uses. The energy pod it would have been preloaded with would be used on-contact, and then the story would be kind of framed around Team Prime trying to find more (and prehaps Bay! cutting a deal with Megatron to use his resourses to get home but IDK).

As for the hug? The both neeeeeeed one for sure, but neither would ask. IF tackled with one Bay! Would probably try to unlatch immediately like a cat in a bathtub. A horrible case really. Tfp, if he would do it, would have to approach Bay! as though it was HIS idea, and if it worked it would probably be the epitome of the meme “What’s this? Affection? Pathetic… but do it again.”

[elizakai]

Can yout tell me why THE FUCK your art is so cute ( I just love it ) GIVE ME YOUR TALENT !!!!!!!

AAA IDK HOW TO HANDLE COMPLIMENTS TAKE THIS INSTEAD💥

[mikoworks]

If you take requests- can you draw Jimmy telling Curly he looks like a raisin?

Normally I don’t take requests, but I made an exception with this one. I drew a bonus at the end where Jimmy gets a little taste of his own medicine ;) Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Except to Jimmy of course. I hope he has a very Un-Merry Christmas and an Unhappy New Year.

[homelanderbutbig]

I was scrolling through the endless Homelander void that is my phone gallery and totally forgot I had this. As close as we can get to our giant blonde boi in real life despite being a couple inches short.

Thought you’d appreciate 😄💙

Damn, is that the weird Homelander paper maché head mascot from season 3?? Why they gotta do my man dirty and make him terrifying. He looks like a giant toddler with a Ken doll head and it scares me. 😭

[blindmagdalena]

homie and s/o playing the no touching game and obvs homelander loses 🥹🥹💕💕

Homelander's eyes are narrowed. "So... what would I win?" You can't help but laugh at his suspicion over such an innocuous little game. "You win the game," you say again, though it's not helping his comprehension any, so you elaborate. "It's just a game! You play it for the sake of playing it, and whoever wins, wins."

"Why would I want to win the game of not touching you?" He asks, clearly unimpressed by the thought. You sigh, though it's out of amusement more than exasperation. "You don't have to play. Go ahead," you say, holding your hand out to him. "I'm happy to win." Homelander recoils from you. "No."

You grin, dropping your hand. "Okay. Game on."

For the rest of the day, the two of you dance around one another like the other is radioactive, while also trying to trick contact. You try to ambush him a couple of times, try to fool him into bumping into you from around the corner, but between his super hearing and ability to literally see through walls, you're quickly humbled.

Similarly, Homelander does his best to beat you at your own game. He pads silently behind you, waits for you to back into him. He very nearly gets you when he utters a grave, "Oh, fuck." at his phone.

"What's wrong?" You ask, leaning over to look. You only just stop yourself from putting an assuring hand on his arm. You yank your hand back, and realize he has a video ready to play on his phone. "Rick Astley? Really?" You say, rolling your eyes with a smile as you turn away. "I regret teaching you internet culture."

"Almost had you."

"Keep dreaming!"

As the day progresses, however, you notice less and less humor in his attempts. In fact, on the last one, you see a tightness in his jaw that makes you realize he may actually be getting sincerely upset.

Time to end things. The next time he makes his move, you decide you'll fall for it. It'll have to be convincing, of course, but you're confident you can make enough of a show to-

You're mid thought when two powerful arms wrap around your middle, pulling you back with enough force to make you yelp. You feel him nuzzle in at the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His grip flexes on you, makes you feel like one of those stress relief balls. You put your hands on his arms, rubbing gently as you give a breathless little laugh. "You okay?"

"Stupid game," he grumbles, nudging your ear with his nose.

"That's a shame, I was about to let you win. I missed you."

"You did?" He asks, voice still low, still a touch grouchy, but with an unmistakable note of earnest hope.

"Yes," you assure him, biting back another small laugh. You twist around in his grip when he allows for it, and slip your arms around his neck. "Did you miss me?"

He kisses you, swift and firm. You make a noise against him that only encourages him deeper, has him clutching the back of your neck in one hand while the other snakes around your waist, holding you close.

"Stupid question, too," he murmurs, words warm against your lips. You grin, kissing him again.

"I'll take that as a yes."

[guineapigposting]

not speaking out on important issues on a silly platform where you post silly things is understandable. that's what real life is for! sometimes we all want to be more like peeg and have little peanut brains that are not equipped for the dramas and the discourses. and, as much as my pigs would disagree when they are yelling at me for not feeding them enough, guinea pigs will NOT be the voice of a revolution.

wishing you many lettuces to be eated <3

guinea pigs are important political figures in society dont you know

[askblueandviolet]

To our lovely duo: 

*a Bai He doll appears along with a tiny Mao and Hershey figurine*

Now the gang is complete! :D

Would it be alright if I could get a head pat from one of you guys? You don’t have to if you don’t want to tho-

For our amazing Hershey: *gives her a little icy blue bow with violets embroidered onto it*

To our darling author: *gives you a virtual hug and a basket full of baked goodies cuz you deserve it*

And that folks, is the final ask in the box!!! Sorry that you had to wait so long, but I have finally done it, haha!

Now, since the Blue and Violet Series is on hiatus, I have decided that as of now, the ask box shall remain closed :'))). At the very latest it will open again when the new instalment for the series comes out, but who knows! Maybe I will bring back the ask blog sooner.

If I counted right, then we have had a total of a whopping 147 asks! Far more than I could have ever expected. So thank you to everyone who sent asks to this blog and following, it's been a real pleasure entertaining you all (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠).

Until next time everyone!!!

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[if-you-like-pina-colada-s]

All the Justice League members are a little lonely on the inside. And I think they deserve to find some solace in each other's friendship, y'know? They deserve to have that kind of friendship, where it's like "we're all lonely and real fucked up and no one truly understands our lifestyle and the shit we go through, but hey, let's be lonely together". It's that comradery where after they beat the big bad and almost get killed doing so, they sit quietly on the rubble for a moment and just hold hands.

And of course they also go out and have fun together like any group of friends should do. They get drinks together. They goof off and mess around. They tell stupid jokes and leave messes in each other's houses. The steal bites off each other's plates, and buy compensation snacks. Their inside jokes are indecipherable, and they lean on each other when they laugh too hard.

[feraltvman]

*meets a flower bag on top of Broken Star's head to let out my anger and runs*

That certainly was a plan/silly

local territorial TV man pops apart an anime girl like he's disassembling a lego set.jpeg

[campbyler]

born to reread acswy. forced to study the krebs cycle.

BORN TO WRITE ACSWY FORCED TO STUDY THE KREBS CYCLE 🤝 this actually is the realest thing i have ever seen i am wishing you all the luck in the WORLD

[glistentheprettymirror]

" Glisten! Hey, uhm, I'm sorry if I'm intruding at all, I just... Had a question. "

The box sheepishly twiddled his thumbs and averted his gaze. It was a little nerve-wracking to be right in front of someone who exudes so much confidence... He felt so little.

" I was interested in your Q&A and noticed that you really want to find out more about those prints. Do you know why? I'm not against it or anything like that! I'm just- Curious. Watching you shamble about and even going to Rodger for advice—– What's driving you? "

✦ [ @musicalbox10 ] ✦

*Hearing the music box stumble out an question for him, he softly fixed up his hair and started to pace around in a circle.*

"I just can't believe that a Toon would be discarded over something as simple as not starring in his own episode! He was clearly was just anxious and shy, and I just can't think of why they would just throw away a life over something that could have been talked out...I'm sorry, but I can't believe a life was taken right underneath our noses!"

[oldscoutblog]

Oh dang! Didn’t know anyone was actually watchin those! I remember when I was standin there! I was just hitting some baseballs cause I was bored. Damn that was a hot day…

Man you’re real good! Oh you got my handsome side so well! It’s all sides by the way and you seemed to capture it just right! Ohhh you got more drawings? Some of the other guys too??

Order more BONK! if ya like it! I don’t mind sharin my favourite drink!

[putridpride]

happy (not that stoked) Labor Day to all the mfs that work today. especially if y'all aren't getting time & a half or double time. Thank you for working because it's what u have to do to survive. Labor Day is only a blue collar worker/office job kinda holiday, so bless you all that are working like it's any other day, I promise we see ya and appreciate y'all <3

[stealingyourbones]

Yoink spotoink I’m stealing your thoinks

[blindmagdalena]

Any hcs for homie with a very affectionate s/o, but who still tells him bluntly when they disagree with him? Like when deciding on the slogan, "saving the world" vs "saving America" maybe they openly say saving the world is the better choice

There are a great many things Homelander loves about you.

For instance, the way you hug him for no reason at all. In his prior experiences, hugs have only ever been an uncomfortable formality, or a transaction. The first time you put your arms around him without prompt, he was baffled enough to ask, "What's going on?" To which you simply answered, "I just wanted a hug. Is that okay?" He still smiles when he thinks about the way you looked at him when you said that. He answered, "Yeah. Yeah, sure. 'Course it's okay."

He loves the casualty of your intimacy. There's no thought or hesitation in the way you touch him. He loves that he can make you laugh so hard, there are tears rolling down your cheeks. He loves that you love him without reservation.

Something he doesn't particularly love is the ease and nonchalance with which you are constantly engaging him in full on verbal combat.

"It's not better, it's just your preference," he says, jaw tight.

You have the audacity to laugh. You're not supposed to laugh during a fight. "Okay, fine, I prefer 'saving the world,'" you say, but just as he eases at your acquiescence, you add "Because it's better."

He bristles all over again. "Why are you so intent on fighting with me?"

"Are we fighting?" You ask, brows furrowing. You look genuinely confused at that. Your posture shifts with the change in his tone. "I was under the impression we were having a conversation."

Homelander lifts his hands in an incredulous gesture. "Conversations are pleasant. You know, about the weather, or what you had for lunch, or, I don't know, complimentary! Nice! Not this-this continual dissention!"

"Dissention?" You echo, flabbergasted. "What am I, your crew aboard the Enterprise? I'm not one of your underlings," you say, frowning. He hates that look on your face. "I know that," he scoffs. He tries not to hear the petulance in his own voice. "It'd just be nice if you could be supportive once in awhile." "That's not fair," you say. Christ, it's getting worse. You're not angry with him, you sound disappointed. He'd prefer your anger. "I don't have to agree with you all the time to support you. Do you want me to lie to you? Mindlessly agree with everything you say like some kind of sycophant?" Homelander purses his lips, tapping his fingers rapidly on the armrest of his chair. Of course he doesn't want that. He despises being lied to. "No," he says eventually, realizing you aren't going to give him an out from this.

"Okay. Good," you say, which he feels a modicum of relief at. However, as he watches you get up, he's hit with a spike of anxiety; are you leaving? He's ready to snap, to tell you to sit back down and sort this out, to talk until he feels better, but he has to choke it all back when you make your way right to him and drop sideways into his lap.

Your expression is stern, focused, but there's a gentle curve to your lips. He feels the churning in his stomach ease with the weight of you, but despite the comfort your touch brings, he's grumpy enough that he doesn't immediately put his arm around you the way he normally would.

"I love you," you say. It's an immediate balm to his scorched ego. "I love you when we agree. I love you when we disagree. And for the record, I do agree with you plenty. Remember those awful Preparation H2O sticks they were pitching for The Deep? The ones shaped like dolphins?" Homelander can't maintain his sour attitude at that, he huffs a laugh. "Christ, as if they needed to associate him with the image of sticking one of those up his ass." You laugh, too. The sound is music to his ears. "Mmmhm, you and I rebranded the whole deal. We're a team. It doesn't mean we always have to agree, but we do have to respect each other. We have to love each other. Okay?"

"Okay," he echoes, less sullen and more just a touch pouty. He slides both of his arms around your waist, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You kiss the top of his head, carding your fingers through his hair. "Love you, too."

"Good," you say, smiling. "So... Save the world?"

"No," he growls through his own little grin, nipping at your throat until you squirm and break into ticklish peals of laughter, trying to push out of his iron grasp to no avail. "Clearly I need to put a little more American appreciation into you, if you catch my drift."

You groan loudly, fighting back the giggles. "Oh my god, why do I even like you?"

"I'll remind you," he purrs, hands slinking across your body as he catches you in a kiss.

Homelander tells himself that maybe the occasional disagreement isn't so bad, especially if it always results in these kind of assurance and make out up sessions.

[the-alan-price-combo]

Happy Birthday to John Steel of the Animals!! 🥁🐾✨️

(Photos taken by Terry O'Neill, early-1964)