#thanks for the ask non~~

[waterfallofspace]

🤧😩👃😳 for loid if you're still doing these!

Thanks for the ask~ I am still doing them, and I'm so happy to get a L/oid ask!! ~From This Ask Game~ Answer under cut because they're wordy~

~~~~~ 🤧: What does their sneeze sound like? (Description, spelling, or both!)

He's someone who normally stifles, tight little bursts of "gnxt-! engt'shh-! ek'gxnt-! hh'knxtshh-!" but if it's a bad attack, or he's sick/feverish, they rapidly devolve into "gn'chiew-! heh'knZSHhiew-! ah'GNDTiew-!" whiiiich leads to them fully coming out. I think he has a lot of his voice in them, kinda growly, but not scraping. Something like "eH'TIEZSHhhihh-! enchSHHHiew-! hh'yEAZShhhiew-!"

😩: Do they tend to sneeze just once or twice, or multiple times? Do they have fits frequently or rarely? Does how many times they sneeze depend on the cause?

It deeply depends on the cause. If he's sick, he'll normally get little bursts, but not whole fits per se, just comes in multiples. But if he's allergic, or being induced (for some reason ;D) it'll be a full on fit. Especially if he tries to stifle first, since it makes the irritation just grow desperate.

👃: In general, how sensitive is their nose? Can something like a certain flower or smell make them sneeze even if they’re not allergic to it? Do they sneeze a lot on average, or not very much? Does their nose twitch a lot, or barely ever at all?

Okay for this I have kinda a weird answer... I feel like naturally, his nose is quite sensitive. And as a spy, you have to train all your senses to be hyper aware. However, I think he's also trained himself how to ignore the sensitivity, so generally certain smells could in theory make him sneeze, and they will make him itch, but he's generally pretty good at ignoring it into submission. Doesn't sneeze a lot on average, he's always on guard, but if he's with Yor and Anya, and lets his guard down, he'd naturally get at least 3 - 5 per day. (of little 2 - 4 in a burst) With his control, he won't normally twitch his nose, but if it's tickling bad enough, or he's trying to hold back a full fit, it'll definitely scrunch a lil~

😳: Are they embarrassed by their sneezes, or do they just not really care? Do they apologize after sneezing? Do they say “sorry!” or “excuse me!” or anything like that? If they’re embarrassed about it, why?

Yes, definitely embarrassed. Reason: lack of control. He hates feeling like he's messing up the mission, or his own body is revolting against him out of his own control, so if he succumbs to a fit, or even his stifles just start slipping into let outs (or even half stifles) he tends to feel quite irritated with himself, and embarrassed to be seen as, in his mind, a failure. Though, even when he doesn't, he's still the type to excuse himself and apologize, then quickly change the topic to avoid further scrutiny~

[stealingpotatoes]

do you think luke and leia know who’s older??? like what if “the force told him” or something

I don't think Luke is bothered about who's older, but Leia...

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

i am sincerely sorry

I. I-

you know what nevermjsnimhh jj

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yeah ok

[daily-grian]

HELLO for your aussie backyard birds: bin chicken <3

Someone tell pearl her weirdo pet escaped again >:(!

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

What if, now hear me out, power/vampire/monster/human swap?

oh i hear you!!!!!

what if they magically switched. no explanation, no cause, no way back.

follow-up ideas under the cut

Vampire Edd: little to no change. lack of sun poses a nuisance at worst. struggles with how the others have changed.

Monster Matt: quieter, more volatile. has some trouble adjusting. stares off into the distance a lot.

PowerTord: initially really disappointed he didnt switch with someone else, but gets over it pretty quick. almost immediately becomes obsessed with finding the limits of his powers. loses contact with the others aside from sporadic visits.

Tom: something integral to his being has been lost. doesnt talk for weeks at a time. never fully recovers.

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I have to single handedly thank you for reminding me of Tad's existence I adore your take on him and I think I'm going to suck up every drop of content of him and Stan with a silly staw

Not to be a helpless sap but the amount of positive feedback and engagement has genuinely made me incredibly happy and sometimes even distressed (in a good way!) I can't thank each and every single one of you enough for the support and simple engagement you've given me! I don't have the words in my broken vocabulary to properly convey the happiness I feel whenever I see people enjoy my silly art and create their own things because of it. This is the first time I've gotten fanart and asks about stuff I make and honestly it's such a motivator! Thank you! Thank you all so so much for sticking around for a while! I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I enjoy making it!

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Ragatha crumbs…. please… for the poor 🙏🏼

I gotchu fam

Y'all can decide for yourselves what she's listening to <3

[starstruckodysseys]

since they're not being played by the intrepid heroes it won't actually happen, but it's very funny to imagine nsbu getting quangled to ny since it's completely possible that nsbu takes place in the unsleeping city magic world except none of them know it

anon i am so glad you sent this to me, number one nsbu fan (as voted on by absolutely nobody and possibly not even true), especially bc i literally had this exact thought!!

i am literally so close to writing something about it. ignore all the other wips i have they’re not important rn

[stealingpotatoes]

also just

Mando bringing TL4J to Boba’s Palace and Boba breezing by Luke, Ahsoka, and Ezra to be like “WAIT A MINUTE-“ with Cal ALNSKCDN

maybe Boba can help Cal with his latest problem

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I haven't read these books at all, but your art is so fun and cute that I like seeing your comics a lot regardless. Fantastic Silly Little Guy energy.

Thank you for enjoying my silly little guys and my comics B*)

[ninyard]

Thoughts on Kevin ending up nonverbal after Baltimore and everyone’s reaction

God. I love this.

Neil comes back, everyone - even Andrew, especially Andrew - is focusing on him, and listening to him talk, and Kevin kind of... sinks off into the background.

He doesn't mind it, really. Yeah, it's weird that Andrew has hardly looked at him, it's weird that Neil hasn't said much to him at all yet, but it's okay. He sits back, and listens. But the more time that passes, the more this feeling creeps its way up into his chest, around his heart, around his throat.

What will the Moriyama's do now that the Butcher is dead? Has Neil implicated them in it all, did he rat them out to the FBI? If the Moriyama's name finds itself involved in the investigation, how long is it until Day is mentioned? How long is it until someone starts questioning the hand, and the nest, and how long is it until all of these loose ends and messy leads find their way right up to Riko's feet?

There's a hundred questions in his head, but all he can do is sit and stare at a drink in his hand as the stories about Nathaniel Wesninski find their way around the room. Usually at this point Andrew would turn to him, and look between his eyes, and send him some sort of comfort, but he was too involved to care. But that's okay.

Kevin isn't sure he would be of much comfort right now, anyway - he thinks of his hands around his throat, he thinks about how scared he was to lose Neil, how quickly he turned on Kevin to keep Neil safe. Kevin doesn't blame him. But he doesn't forget about it. He knows what it means.

He sleeps that night without saying anything, he's not even sure anybody noticed him leaving early the next morning. He goes for a run as the sun comes up, and the dorm room is still empty when he returns. He makes a coffee. He sits by the broken window. He thinks of all the things he could say to Neil, the things he wants to say to Neil, but nothing feels right. Everything is half formed, and worthless, and when he imagines the words leaving his mouth, they lose their meaning. They lose their purpose.

Andrew texts him sometime before 10, later than Kevin expected him to text, but earlier than he expected him to be awake. It's not much, but something that doesn't require much effort to answer - you good? Kevin doesn't respond. Instead he takes a shower, pulling on the most comfortable and loose fitting clothes he can find afterwards, and he finds himself under the covers of his bed before he could find the energy to convince himself to be productive. He pulls the sheets tight around his head, hugging himself to keep the fabric from loosening.

He thought Neil was dead. He knew Neil should be dead. But he wasn't. And somehow, for some reason, it felt like he was next.

It felt like Neil had dodged certain death time and time and time again, and Kevin had just gotten off lucky. How could he explain that? How could he explain to anyone that he was glad Neil had survived, but he didn't understand it at all? How could he explain to anyone that he was afraid he was next - perhaps if he'd spent more time listening to what Neil was saying the night beforehand, he'd know more about what he'd told the FBI. Instead he'd spent most of that time exhausted and anxious.

He tried to tell himself it was jealousy, for a while, to shame himself into stopping this selfish feeling, but that wasn't true. Jealous that the attention wasn't on him, jealous that everyone cared so much about Neil. He wasn't jealous of anything Neil had been through. For a minute he wondered if it was the attention, but Kevin had never cared much for the attention of his teammates. He'd lost most of their desire to be his friend quite quickly into his arrival to South Carolina, and Andrew was the only one who seemed in anyway interested in dealing with his bullshit. Even then Kevin knew it was a chore, an obligation. Was Andrew his friend? Was he his friend anymore?

Do I keep going? Do I keep thinking about Kevin going into this hole of not knowing what to say, not knowing who cares, not knowing what matters? There probably isn't much of a reaction at all - the only reason people notice being that it's been suspiciously long since Kevin has bitched to them. Neil notices as quick as Andrew does, but he has so much recovery to do, so much mental energy to recoup.

I just picture the trip to the cabins, and Kevin still hasn't said much at all, but nobody really notices. Andrew can't be bothered trying to pull it out of him, so he just accepts that Kevin's gone quiet, and he doesn't say anything about it. It's not that he doesn't care, he just doesn't see a point of trying, because when Kevin goes quiet, he has to come out of it himself. So Andrew knows there's nothing he can do. Neil notices it too, but Andrew just tells him that he's fine.

Then them telling him about Kengo? About Jean? Him finding out where Renee has gone?

[aka-indulgence]

[stress]

[foolsocracy]

Peter B, trying to explain gay people: it’s—you know, like when two men or two women like each other—-

Noir, who grew up living above and working in a Bowery welfare center: Peter do you think I don’t know what a fairy is

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

you made it onto a gianni stream did you know this.

INEEDTOLEAVE IGOTTAGETOUTTAHERE

[cydanite]

"You remember that you are a distinct being with a finite form and a mortal body."

!!SPOILERS for the ending of StP!!

Concept sketch for my interpretation of Slay the Princess’s protagonist. I like the canon vagueness of his design, but I came up with a concept I wanted to explore c:

He has 2 pairs of wings, one on his head and one on his back. The "Narrator", in trapping him, clipped his wings and disguised them as hair and a cloak. Best to not to give any reminder that flying out of the woods is even an option.

The smaller pair wrap around his head like hair, the few remaining primaries folding over each other as bangs. On the “thumb” of the wings are birds feel, decoratively chained together. Don’t be fooled into thinking that chain isn’t meant to hold, though.

The larger pair drapes limply off his shoulders like a cloak. It’s fastened by an X shape. You know the one, when people are lazy with drawing medieval clothing (myself included) we use it as a closure, a formless cross drawstring. You don’t question it when you see it. You wouldn’t suspect it’s two massive metal staples puncturing his flesh.

He can’t see his wings for what they are, so he doesn't feel through them. Not until he can manage to remember...

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(also i wrote a snippet hehe)

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The Narrator: The pain is threefold.

First comes stiffness, an ancient ache creeping in from the edge of your perception.

Awareness of this newfound sensation latches on to your mind and pulls, quickly fracturing into a sprawling map of new body parts.

It’s your hair. It hurts, in ways hair shouldn't be able to hurt. Every fiber protests against you despite being just hair mere moments ago.

The fabric of your cloak betrays you as well. You're inescapably aware of the space you now take up. New, itching, uncomfortable, ugly sensations form all down your back.

Voice of the Hero: It's like we just regained blood circulation there. We're being stabbed a thousand times over.

The Narrator: It doesn't end there. Injuries that previously gone unnoticed now make themselves known. You recall running sharp fingers through your hair. Only now can you feel the dried blood. You would've taken better care of that cloak if you'd known it was made up of you.

Voice of the Hero: But what's happening to us?

The Narrator: The web of pain maps out its shape. Two pairs of feathered wings become part of your body once again.

Voice of the Hero: 'Once again'... having wings makes sense, I suppose. But how could we have forgotten this? It seems so inescapable now.

The Narrator: But as you go to reign motor over your limbs once again, the third pain rears it’s ugly head… cold, harsh metal digs into your flesh.

It pins your limbs in their poses. A tiny set of cuffs pull small wings taught around the circumference of your head.

The closure of your "cape" is two enormous staples, staked through your flesh and clamped down hard. There's no blood here, the wound long since healed.

...Who or whatever did this to you, it was never intended to be removed.

Voice of the Hero: Maybe we should keep more vigilant in the future. If we can't trust our own body... I don't want to think about it more than we have to.