#thanks for sending me this ask it is fun

[imissthestarswhenicry]

hello! I hope youre doing well, big fan of your art style! if you are still taking requests, how about caldarus (human form) from fields of mistria?

do u think he sings back to the birds…

[peace-hunter]

Hi! I love your Ghost Primes with Optimus AU! It’s so good.

I have a question though, do the Decepticons know that Optimus can see the 13 prime ghosts or do they just get increasingly confused each time they fight?

Thank you for the lovely artwork!!

oh they Know something funky is going on for sure lmao

a little more serious answer: they can tell something is going on with optimus and they desperately want to pretend it's not. they don't want to know how he's aware of things he shouldn't be, how he knows stuff that should have long been forgotten, how he seems to be more familiar with them than he should be. how sometimes he speaks and it's like the dead are talking through him. how sometimes he will answer to empty air and somehow they can just tell what he's responding to. who he is talking to.

they Know. and they really, really want to pretend they don't.

they already carry the guilt of failing them once. the idea of doing it once more is unbearable and they'd rather deceive themselves than face it. they'd rather their friends stay dead and gone than think of them seeing what they've become.

haunted au

[clownhonkbonk]

guys how do you draw backgrounds

[craske]

What if SMilk's hair was still messed up despite it not making sense for his character, because deJammed his hair does the cartoon-character-with-poofy-hair -thing where if they try to "tame" or flatten it, it just poofs back out?

(Bonus: If it needs a reason to do that, one idea I had was that maybe it's because his hair is usually (so with Jam) "drenched" in magic, and when he loses that his hair gets frizzly, a bit like what happens if one lets their hair dry after swimming in saltwater)

(Of course, this is just something silly I thought of and decided to use as a fanart opportunity. Regardless of whether you vibe with the idea(s) or not, I hope the art is enjoyable :3 Love the AU, and love this pathetic wet cat of a guy!)

thats such an awesome idea i LOVE IT!!! magically maintained appearance, of COURSE he would do that

and the possible explanation behind it is so cool too, itd be very fun. i had a very similar idea actually!! that his hair is so covered with enough magic and actual shadows that it looks nothing like hair at all when he is his normal self (hence it moving in tandem with his emotions, not to mention the eyes in its dark parts). so yeah now that the magic is mostly gone, so is that shadowy coat, leaving his real hair visible to everyone + also much more difficult to actually deal with

thank you for these lovely drawings!!! ive been looking at them all the time and kicking my feet, theyre great!!! and im really happy to hear that you like it!! 🥺🥺🥺

[gomzdrawfr]

I had the absolute honour to draw with @unhingedpolycule on Magma :3 here's some of our shenanigans

[whalesharkstho]

(sorry if this sent twice, it seemed like my internet shit itself)

Your Jazz art has been so inspiring for me, it's been helping me through really dark times rn and just seeing my favorite guy done so much justice and in such a fantastic style makes things feel less hard. Thanks for posting sm and hope you know you'll always have a fan ❤❤❤ (might be able to convince my aro ass to even ship jazzop but we will see lmao /silly)

ahhhhh this message is one i’ve been staring at for a while it’s been making me giggle and kick my feet i’m SO very glad you like how i draw jazz!!! he’s my fave bot to draw and i’m very very happy my art is bringing you a sense of joy!! it’s genuinely all i desire as an artist for people to be happy when they see my work

anyway, here’s a jazz doodle for you!! i’m wishing you well and i hope things get better for you but in the meantime know there will be a pretty much endless well of jazz content from me X]

[technically-human]

i have a habit of asking things like rp blogs and blogs like yours that i like who like to respond to ask about characters about things im doing in the moment because funny, mostly relating to food and drinks for some reason

anyways how do you think stone or Ivo would feel about the water brand liquid death?

[i was originally gonna ramble about them but it ended up being really long so i made a separate post if you wanna read it lol]

Well, I learned something today. Apparently those are not available in my country but there's something with a similar concept called Killsed (sed means thirst). Seems to be a copy, and the designs aren't as cool, but water is water.

Now, I think Stone would like the idea, because he can use it to trick the Doctor into drinking more water. He would also drink it himself, I think, when he wants to make someone think he's having a drink with them. Sounds useful when you're an agent.

As for Robotnik, he might like the designs, but if given the choice, he would get an energy drink.

[purble-turble]

Firstly, I love your art! Secondly, I was just vibing and listening to music, when the song: "Let The World Burn" By Chris Grey, came on... And despite having heard it before, for some reason this time, I thought, wow, this song has a Dark SpicyNoodle vibe, and then my mind jumped to your Demon King Red AU! And honestly, thought it fit pretty well. Anyway, Thank You for reading my rambling, and sorry for the random word dump. I just thought I'd share!

Thanks so much for sending this ask in! I saw this this back in September when I first was going through my art requests and it was actually the first time I had listened to this song and oh my gosh I was immediately down with the Demon King Red vibes of it 😍 So instead of just answering your ask normally I saved it to complete as an art requests even though it wasn’t one and, well… here we go :U

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you for posting about your fallen London oc, it made me dust off my old account which I haven't played since- *checks journal* omg since 2021 😭 do you play any of their other games, like sunless skies?

Thrilled to hear you got back into the Flondon-verse! I played a bit of Sunless Skies last summer - these were my favourite officers B*)

[babyboywilson]

do you think poker night would be a domestic thing if hilson got together or would house kick him out of the apartment once a week just to be a dick

poker night starts out domestic. it starts with house’s legs propped up in wilson’s lap, wilson using his free hand to trail fingers up and down house’s shin and drawing silly patterns against the material of house’s jeans; occasionally slipping fingers under the hem of the jeans to graze fingertips against skin which always makes house shudder. they play against house’s tax accountant, dry cleaner, and the guy house knows from the bus stop. there’s playful jabs between house and wilson, but everyone at the table seems to know it’s some kind of weird foreplay between house and wilson and they stay out of it. house and wilson share the same bottle of beer, passing it back and forth to each other and their touch lingers every time they do. they bicker over every round of the game, yet house has a fond look on his face and wilson has a tender glow to his eyes whenever he looks at house.

it always seems to go downhill when wilson wins more rounds than house does. wilson grins such a smug little smirk at house, because he’s a cocky winner and house is a sore loser. house drops his legs out of wilson’s lap and mutters darkly about never loving wilson in the first place. wilson blows house a kiss and claims he’s going to win the next round, too. he does. and the next. and the next.

house starts to get agitated, dropping his cards and muttering about his leg hurting as he makes his way towards the kitchen for another beer. wilson cheers when he wins the next round and teases that they should switch to strip poker because house is going to end up naked in three rounds flat. “get out,” house grits out, motioning at all four of them and nodding towards the door before turning on his heel, marching towards his room. the other three pack up their stuff and move to leave without complaint. wilson, however, moves to follow house on instinct. “you too, get out,” house hisses, moving into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. wilson leans up against the bedroom door and drops his forehead against it with a thunk. “house? c’mon, it’s just a game. let me in,” wilson calls out, tone switching from gloating to fondly exasperated because he really doesn’t think house will throw up out over a dumb poker game. house ignores him. wilson avoids everyone’s gaze as he packs up his stuff too and grabs his jacket, not wanting to acknowledge the fact house was kicking him out of their now shared space.

everyone else leaves. wilson settles against the wall by house’s front door and closes his eyes. he drifts into a fitful and uncomfortable sleep propped up in the hallway. he cracks his eyes open what must be hours later when house opens the door and locks eyes with wilson’s bleary gaze. house turns and walks back into the apartment without saying a word. wilson knows he’s silently forgiven and he follows house back into the apartment. the bedroom door is open, and wilson knows he’s been given permission to sleep in the bed next to house. wilson sleepily kisses house good night, and house kisses him back. definitely forgiven.

the same thing happens a week later. and the following week. and the week after that.

everyone knows it’s a charade now. house isn’t actually mad at wilson. it’s just another weird way the two of them flirt.

[i-like-forcefem]

what's your favorite forcefem premise? (like, circumstance in which the forcefem occurs, if that makes sense)

Incredibly hard question!

Tonally my preference always goes to Humiliating yet Loving- but premise wise there's nothing but amazing things to choose from-

But if I had too pick right now...

Losing a Bet! Which gets escalated as "he" seems to like it~

I love it when there's plausible deniability at the start, "it's not like I want this! They're making me do it!" And the bet is a very simple, grounded, and silly way of it!

Then I love it when it slowly escalates!

Not due to anyone putting on a lot of force- but because the girls boundaries slowly get pushed and pushed and she's not pushing back

She's enjoying this- a lot- she'll never admit it- but she doesn't need to

The look on her face when she first put on a skirt is all the forcefemmer needs as a go ahead to plan what makeup she'll need to buy for her~

The bet, is in my eyes, the most elegant trans wishfufillment scenario out there, I don't think I've ever since an execution of it that I didn't love

And gently pushing someone's boundaries as escalation is just good manners~

[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 :)

[hodangelphoenix]

Heres my awesome art request:

Draw Martlet from UTY clothes-swapped with Ceroba :3

Also very kind of you to take requests!! Only draw if your feeling like it no pressure X3

I dones it :>

Yaey!

second version and doodle under the cut

Second version! They kept their colors

Doodle (from me trying to figure out what to do)

[cawsceries]

Pretty please can codywan kiss in global warming? If ur not doing ships then just cody having a silly/light-hearted/nerdy moment maybe!

yeah i’ll do ships!! BAD color palette did not enjoy it. the green… it’s killing me

contribute to my misery by sending me one of these color palettes :)

[firstkanaphans]

Yes!!! to the CPs who are most likely dating ask and response! Now which ghost ships do you believe in?

Ghost ships, my beloved. I'll keep this GMMTV adjacent just to make things easy for me. Ranked below from most to least likely to be real.

InnTie

They're married, your honor.

DiamondLego

This is all but confirmed, right? Lego's been walking around with Diamond's jewelry around his waist. They're dating.

PoonFluke

You're the one who turned me onto this, bestie, and all I can say is if they're not dating, then what the fuck are they doing? They're literally always together and yet trying desperately to hide it. They're also getting worse at it as the months go by. I'm just waiting for the announcement tbh.

MarkNamtan

No one matches each other's freak like these two.

JoongEst

I don't think they're dating now. I do think they dated in the past.

KapookCiize

I don't know if they're actually dating or just trying to get branded together, but either way, I'm into it.

ThorNut

LISTEN. A girl can dream.

[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.