#thanks for the ask"

[penumbramewtwos]

NGL, seeing that video I thought Chilli was gonna pull a Huey and ask either Dialga or Palkia to turn them green lol

He was deffos thinking it, but Arceus probably took them all off him when they last met XD

At least we think Arceus did....

[crunchchute]

can you draw butch dude

is this anything

[itoldyatshirt]

artrick wedding mood board please!!!

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

🎨 u already know

So this is Rayla giving Callum another sketchbook after lots of his filled-up ones burned with the castle. Maybe more chapters with sorvus and ezran + aanya? Idk yet

"Just… a reminder that you haven’t lost everything.” She carded a hand through his hair, smiling gently. “You have me."

[havanillas]

I think your Yuri ratiorine art made me realize I might be gay, thank you

[glitchedcosmos]

Sonic and Shadow never really wanted to admit that they liked each other, especially to their crush's face, but that went flying out the window when Sonic took one of Shadow's threats during their sparring sessions as flirting, and he went for it.

Sonic got gut punched immediately after.

[thaltro]

more horror art please... i love the way you draw him ....... <:3

Ok!

I drew a doodle of him a little bit ago so I just coloured it

[stealingpotatoes]

A Jedi, a Sith, and a child killer walk into the bar. The bartender says “Get the f[rick] out, Skywalker."

well now you've raised a great question bc he's only a child-killer as a Vader and doesn't have enough time pre-suit to go to a bar, so he'd have to go when he can't like... drink properly. would he order a drink to stare at it??

or -- and hear me out here -- crazy straw

[whump-in-the-closet]

what are ur fav tropes for stoic whumpees? love da blog

stoic whumpee tropes that are a 100/10:

"I'm fine" and then immediately collapsing in front of their loved ones in a bleeding pile, revealing a hidden injury that has festered for far too long

silent, muffled crying with shaking shoulders and a bloody hand clamped over their mouth because they view crying as weak and beneath them and they're stronger than this, they're stronger, they can take it--

the moment they close their eyes in defeat and it's all over and they fucking know it, and when they open their eyes again all that remains is a glassy-dead stare

adamantly refusing medical treatment even when they need it. Shoving away everyone who comes close to them, a choked sound in their throat, fighting back with everything that's left in them.

when they kneel at Whumper's feet, eyes on the ground, white-lipped and tense. The only betrayal of emotion is their clenched fists and tight breathing. In every other way, they're compliant.

refusing to talk about what they endured at Whumper's hands after they're rescued, but the scars tell the story for them. They don't have to say a word, but their team's pitying gaze follows them wherever they go

normally unaffectionate and distant but exhausted and defeated they rest their head on Caretaker's shoulder or Whumper's lap, just finally admitting--nonverbally-- that they can't take it

reversely, more willing to be tortured than to ask for help-- If I'm breathing, I'm fine

stitching their own wounds back up with an unsteady hand, painful stitch after painful stitch. Deep breath and pull. Working in a dimly lit apartment with bleeding clothes on the floor around them and the bed unmade

sacrificing themself for their team. "Take me! Do what you want to me. Not them." And their team watching as the torture takes its slow toll and Whumpee-- the one they look up-- falls apart.

[moshaeu]

I love your art style so much !!

i’m happy to hear that! u.u

[rollersfataft]

Good evening, I was curious if you doodle a Swerve?

absolutely, swervimus right from the source

[itoldyatshirt]

this might be a hard request!

but can you do a mood board of patrick and art’s first year as roommates? 🥺

I recommend these posts:

[new-revenant]

Whenever Danny gets summoned, Clockwork freezes time and tells Danny to accept or reject. From an outside perspective, it looks like Danny's glitching

Clockwork is the one actually honoring the deals whenever Danny is told to say yes. Clockwork is bored and this gets him out of the tower

It's usually simple things like restoring youth or offers of power, which Clockwork does by rewinding time on a target or giving them a blob ghost, thank you Spectra for a proof of concept

Clockwork's price for doing this? Breaking Barry Allen's legs. Danny doesn't know why Clockwork has it out for this one guy, but he's not gonna question the guy who's been helping him and every other time traveler not named Barry

Except now. He's really questioning Clockwork since the latest summoning ended with Clockwork turning the human sacrifice into a baby and dropping Danny and the baby back home... in front of his parents

I’ve seen the last ask you gave to finemeal prompt, you sure do have it out for Barry haha.

Anyways, Danny’s just like “help i found a baby what do I do” to his parents. New sibling, or maybe child??? acquired.

[shhhsecretsideblog]

We were in a restaurant, purposely going there while you’re in labor (water already broke) because we wanted to do a public birth. We played along as you continue to labor.

Soon enough, you told me that you need to push. I was excited to see you give birth into that tight jeans of yours, but I say to you: “Don’t push… not yet.”

I’d done so well, keeping my labouring noises to a minimum, as we sat in a booth at a mediocre restaurant chain. When we arrived you waited politely for me to take a seat first then, instead of sitting opposite, you sit down next to me on the leather covered bench. No doubt wanting a front row view of what was to come.

The music played loudly over the speakers, accompanied by the excited chatter of patrons drinking and laughing on a casual night out, completely aware of our current situation. There was barely any room with us both sat on the same cushioned bench, my swollen pregnant body squished between the wall and your body.

As the contractions ramped up I began to rock forward and back, desperate to alleviate the pressure building in my hips as our baby’s head sunk deeper into the bowl of my pelvis. I clamped my mouth shut to muffle my involuntary groaning as the waves relentlessly crashed through my whole body. Your hands were soft and supportive, rubbing my aching back, squeezing my thigh or holding my hands. And yet, your body did not move from the seat, keeping me trapped in the corner of the bustling restaurant.

The waiters gave me concerned looks as I became more and more sweaty and dishevelled with every visit to our table, but your reassuring smile and friendly tone seemed to put a stop to the staff making any comments of my wellbeing.

I managed to last through the starters and main course, but as we ordered desserts I was starting to struggle. The heavy weight pressing down in my hips was getting more urgent, the skull of the baby’s head widening my cervix and squeezing through the birth canal. Even with the soft elastic of my maternity jeans, my belly felt tight and constricted. The pain of the contractions starting to make me nauseous.

The grunt that rattled my throat was uncontrollable as the latest cramp squeezed everything down.

“Nngh— I think I need to push…” I panted, gripping the edge of the wooden table, trying to breathe through the instinctive urge to bear down.

“Don’t push… not yet.” You grumbled against the shell of my ear, holding one hand possessively on the top curve of my contracting belly.

The waiter came over with our desserts but I could barely look up, solely focussed on not giving into the pressure. You took the plates with our desserts, ordered another beer, and rubbed my back in a casual affectionate way.

I whimpered against the raging spasms rippling my belly. I needed to move, my legs needed to be wider, the baby was coming down… coming out. The noise of the restaurant faded into the background as my grunting occupied my senses. Another contraction contorted my belly, shifting and squeezing everything inside. Oh fuck, I couldn’t last much longer—

“I can’t h-hold it… I have to push…. Mnghhhh!!”

Before you could react I was bearing down against the weight in my womb, giving in to instincts and the primal urge to birth.

“No!” You snapped, quickly moving your hand from your beer to between my open legs under the table. Your palm covered the crotch of my jeans and it was clear from the look in your eyes that the hand was going to stay for a while. “Okay… you’ve done so well sweetheart. You can push now if you want.”

I knew it was futile, I knew your immovable hand was blocking its exit, but I couldn’t stop myself from bearing down, pushing against the large mass of the baby sitting just behind my lips.

“That’s it. Push for me darling.” You smirked, feeling the baby bulging in my jeans, knowing it wouldn’t get very far with your hand and my jeans in the way.

~ ko-fi ☕️ ~

[forrpercyy]

So like that one ask where you drew Alex, is it okay if you draw Nico and will? It not I understand!! I love your percabeth art sm!!

hiii i’ve actually drawn them before i just don’t think i’ve posted them here!

i def do need to draw them more than i do tho ;(

thanks for the ask anon!

[havanillas]

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