#ty for the ask <3 <3

[swordofazrael1992]

Hello local nine inch nails enjoyer. I propose a challenge. ∞ but if you get a NIN song you have to shuffle your playlist two more times and add those songs here as well (ily <333)

ILY TOO AND GHELP I GOT TERRIBLE LIE FIRST TRY

okay okay terrible lie lyrics. hmmm. probably

my head is filled with disease / my skin is begging you please / i’m on my hands and knees / i want so much to believe

that shit fucks me over because like (hey god) why are you doing this to me —> i want so much to believe FUCK

next is bloody! bloody! by junie & thehutfriends hmm i like. JUST liked this song a few days ago i don’t have strong opinions on it but maybe

and they’re all still screaming in your head, and their lips dead / calling you— bloody! / and they’re calling you— bloody! bloody!

fucked up. i like it

and then next is. the vibes of each of these songs are so different. but MR. REMINGTON by the lumineers and i really like

and the foam of the sea was an awful white / but beyond it painted black / waitin’ on the sun, i’m waitin’ on the sun / i’m waitin’ on the sun tonight

mostly because of how jean moreau coded that shit is

[babyblue-mind]

ummm what are your top 5 books that youve read recently? or if you havent read books then fics? (or both 🤨?)

yeah i haven’t read many physical books lately lmao! i’m partway through Trent Dalton’s Love Stories and it is so good! i also just finished up reading Bobby Singer’s journal by David Reed!

and the rest… will be fics

the order is a little loose since i’m bad at ranking stuff lol!

Bobby’s journal! made me so emotional at parts, i love all the sam, dean, and john bits, and getting a deeper look into Bobby’s past was so interesting and SO sad.

Love Stories! i just can’t recommend it enough I’m reading it for school and it’s so, so good. I’m excited to read some of his other books, i love his writing style

Faraway So Close by trinityofone on ao3 (2009)! I read this when i was partway through spn, it’s a short one but it really got to me. Beautiful stuff. (destiel)

Contentment by Rory_Reggie_Rose on ao3 (2023)! a midam poem that changed my life.

All Suns Set by chellefic on ao3 (2010)! a fic about Dean dying of old age. i have a different molecular structure from reading this fic. also a oneshot!

[inafieldofdaisies]

📷📷📷 + sabrina xx

prompt: send a 📷 + an OC for a picture from their pinterest board

[person4924]

for the ask game :)

🍄🌈✨

🍄(favorite song) - i have so many but rn i really like fools gold by lucy dacus and all of the rest by boygenius and long sleeves by gracie abram’s and every other gracie abram’s song and haunted by taylor swift and all of evermore (and speak now) by taylor swift 😔 and so many more

🌈(what would you do if you know you could not fail) - talk to people and make friends!

✨(a song u like to daydream to) - feels like by gracie abram’s and we’re in love by boygenius

[bogglle]

I LOVE YOUR FORD so anything w him!! (Congrats on 8k!!!)

he's so babygirl

[emahriel]

I am losing my mind. source: x

[gobspeaks]

Do you have any Ace Attorney OCs and if so, which one is your favorite and why?

oh i have ace attorney ocs indeed 👀 my brother and I have basically taken canon and thrown it to the wind with headcanons and divergences we have our own future protag and everything who we are writing the storyline to games for we are in deep

in terms of my favorite,,,,, that's a tough question.

liesel is obviously my most developed bc i came up with the idea of her really early on so she's had the most time to grow (and have her entire backstory scrapped at one point </3) and i do adore her (my tiny 4'11" autistic queen)

but her brother noah is also so silly and i enjoy him alot in all his cringefail poser glory (he's so unbelievably cringefail. he also bullies his big sister for being tiny. he's great)

i also have sammy debeste who's a menace to society (and himself)(mostly himself) and hilarious for it (he takes after his brother more than his dad don't worry)

the von karma twins are equally menaces but in a much more frightening way (your honor why do they have swords. why are they both the listed prosecutor for this trial. this feels deeply illegal)(i'm sorry bailiff but are you going to tell ms. fransizka von karma her children cannot have their cane swords because i sure the hell am not)

I've got little miss adelaide sholmes who's just the funniest detective i've had the pleasure of creating (she's very good at being a detective, she swears it)((she's not but it's okay we love her anyway))

I've also got nat (nathanial badd. nat bad. get it?) who is the detective that works for liesel most of the time. his concept is silly (naturally intimidating guy who doesn't really want to scare people so he does his best to look as unintimidating as possible when he's not on the job. he's so successful that most people don't realize he's the same person. oops) and i enjoy him

then there's rose who's the only defense attorney i've made and she needs a lot of work before she really exists as a character but hmmmmm i love her concept a ton (accidental feenris kid who looks up to her dad and emulates him as a defense attorney but will never admit it)

and that's just the ones that are in modern aa. I've got a few from the gaa era too (who have basically 0 development so they will go unnamed for the time being)

all this to say i don't really have a favorite per se i just don't work on them all as much as i should </3

[demonic0angel]

Normal City spirit Danny except villain attacks are pretty much like horrific migraines or something for the poor dude. So basically he becomes Gotham's warning system. Like it takes a while for people to realize they've got their own mothman now except theirs is a white haired boy who looks like he's going through hell.

(At this rate, I should publish this lmaooo. A series of short events where Gotham Spirit City Danny watches over random Gothamites. It gets long 💀. Also, cw: kidnapping and physical violence towards a minor at the end)

Joel the gas station employee eyed the homeless looking teen that was across the store. Said teen was staring at a pack of yogurt covered pretzels, looking dazed as he just stared mindlessly.

Joel wanted to ask if he was actually alive, but decided not to, since this was Gotham and everyone was crazy.

He continued to count the coins in the tip jar, but out of the blue, he heard a voice.

“You should go to the back room.”

Joel looked up. “Sorry?”

The teen stared at him with bright blue eyes like glowing stars. In fact, he kind of looked like he belonged to the Waynes. But that wasn’t possible, because Joel didn’t recognize him at all.

Unless he was new? But surely not… Bruce Wayne usually gave some warning before. And this kid looked homeless.

“You should go to the back room,” the boy said again.

They stared at each other. Then Joel nodded stiffly and went. He wasn’t about to question the sudden order. Not in Gotham. But before he could leave entirely, the teen called out again, “I like your pin.”

Joel turned again slowly. “What?”

“I like your pin,” the boy said, pointing to the pin in Joel’s apron that said, ‘he/him motherfucker’ over a trans flag.

Joel blinked and then smiled. “Thanks!”

The boy gave a small smile back and waved a hand for him to shoo. Joel raised an eyebrow in exasperation but nodded and moved.

Just as he ducked behind the counter to move to the back room, there was a commotion and a sudden eruption of noise and gunshots nearby. It was clearly some sort of robbery, since there was a pretty successful bodega nearby that was run by an asshole. Several bullets hit the glass of the gas station window, striking exactly where Joel was standing just moments ago.

Joel’s jaw dropped.

When he looked back at the shelves, the kid was gone and so was the bag of pretzels. The perfect amount of pay was left on the counter. Extra tips included.

————

Lina stared at the boy who was sitting on the swing. However, he wasn’t swinging, just staring at the night sky.

When she looked up to see what he was looking at, she saw a surprisingly clear sky with sparkling stars. She watched in wonder for a moment before she looked away.

Lina wasn’t supposed to be outside right now, but her friend had told her that there was a cat that wandered around the playground at night. Lina had wanted to see it, so she snuck out. Now she kind of regretted it, being so cold while it was night. But since she was already out, she was determined to wait for the cat to come out.

“Mister,” Lina said, because her mom always told her to be polite, “Are you going to swing?”

The boy turned to her and then asked, “Want me to push you?”

Lina perked up and nodded. They switched places and the boy pushed her on the swing gently. He didn’t push her as high as he could’ve, but she didn’t mind. She was still waiting for the cat. Lina told the teen as such, and he smiled at her gently, freckles across his face glowing ever so slightly like stars whenever her flying shadow passed over his face.

“That’s nice, Lina. I’m sure it’ll come soon.”

And sure enough—

“Meow!”

“Kitty!” Lina called, and she jumped off the swing in her excitement. But before she could crash onto the ground, she was plucked from the air and gently deposited onto a flat surface. Lina turned to thank the boy, her heart pounding, but when she whirled around, he was gone.

She blinked. Where was he?

Something soft brushed against her legs and she looked down, where an orange tabby was rubbing against her ankles, mewing softly for attention.

She pet the cat for a little while. A feeling washed over her, like a gentle call from her mom to come home, and Lina said goodbye to the cat and turned back to the empty playground.

“Thank you, mister!” She called. She knew it was him who had brought the cat here. A feeling like fondness washed over her again and Lina skipped all the way back home. Her mom was still asleep and the TV was still playing, but things were good. Lina crawled into her mom’s arms and slept the entire night away, dreaming of cats and stars.

————

Elizabeth sighed as she tried to straighten her poor back. Ever since last year, her bones seemed to be feeling weaker and weaker by the day. She suddenly missed her husband, when he would’ve held her hand and they would’ve walked to wherever their hearts lead them together.

She clutched her cane and started moving again.

“Excuse me,” a voice called. “Do you need some help?”

She turned and stared at a young man. He looked scruffy and somewhat dubious, but Elizabeth had an excellent judge of character. In his eyes was a sort of kindness that she hadn’t seen in a long time.

She nodded. “Please. I’m trying to get to my doctor’s appointment.”

He tilted his head but reached out to steady her gently. Together, they walked slowly as he supported her. “Why not call for a taxi, ma’am?”

“It’s not dependable,” she said. “And I cannot get off or on easily. It’s easier to walk.”

That was a lie, but what could she do? She was too tired and too weak to call for a taxi and exit on and off of it by herself.

The young man nodded. “I see. Where’s your doctor appointment, ma’am?”

She pointed to the direction and together they walked. At first, it was pleasantly silent, but she eventually asked, “Tell me about yourself, son.”

The young man laughed lightly. “There’s not much to know. I’m just someone who’s trying to get by and help others.”

“That’s a good cause, sonny. This world could always use more kindness,” she patted his hand with her crooked fingers and he gave her a small and brilliant smile.

“I’m glad. I hope to make a difference every day.” She was focused on their feet as she tried to keep steady as to not inconvenience her helper. “Oh look,” he suddenly said, “we’re here.”

She looked up and true to his word, they were in front of the clinic she used for checkups. She blinked.

She was old, but surely she wasn’t old enough to hallucinate, was she? How on earth had they gotten here so fast?

She wasn’t able to question it as the young man led her inside. Elizabeth confirmed the appointment and she had expected him to leave once he had completed his task, but he stayed with her throughout. He sat down with her in the waiting room and they chatted about anything and everything under the sun.

Elizabeth had no children and no siblings. Her husband had died and her friends were also getting old. She was lonely, but this young man was accompanying her throughout the appointment and she felt endlessly grateful that Gotham City had not snuffed out another bright light just yet.

When she was called in, the young man still followed her inside and talked to her physician for her.

She was suddenly reminded of her father, who had died when she was 42. Her father had done everything he could to provide for her and her mother until he died from murder. She was starkly reminded of his protection and how she had mourned it when it was lost.

Elizabeth felt for the first time in a long time, like she was a young girl being protected by her father again.

When the appointment was over and Elizabeth was prescribed new medications, she was led outside by the young man again.

“Thank you so much, dear,” she said, a little teary eyed, “I appreciate the company and the help.”

The young man guided her to her apartment and said, “I’m just doing whatever I can as one person in this world. It’s the only thing I can do, y’know?”

They parted on good terms and it was only later as she sat in her home, that she realized that she had never asked for his name.

There was nothing to remember that kind young man by other than her waning memory and his act of kindness.

In her pocket, however, was a mysterious card for a free taxi service funded by Wayne Enterprises.

————

Tom and his friends were playing a game of heroes, with Red Hood as the hero and the other Bats as the villains. Tom was lucky enough to win the game of rock-paper-scissors and was Red Hood, valiant and brave with a pair of guns in order to protect Crime Alley.

“Alright, Batman!” Tom crowed. “This’s the end of the line for you!”

Maria, the only girl of the group, glared at him theatrically and flapped the ends of the jacket tied around her neck. “Red Hood, I’ll defeat you! For Justice!”

She waved her hand and their friends, who filled in the place of the other Bats, rushed at Tom with a war cry. Tom grinned and ran away from them with a loud laugh.

They passed through several alleys in their game of play, passing by no one but a boy with black hair and a girl with red hair. Tom didn’t really pay attention, just trying not to be tagged. But it didn’t matter, because no matter what, Red Hood was always able to get away and save the day!

Tom cheered as he pretended to shoot the Bats with his toy guns that he got for Christmas last year, and his friends all groaned and pretended to die dramatically. George, who was playing Red Robin, engaged in a fake battle with him as the others laughed and watched.

Tom was completely enthralled in their pretend play, when he suddenly froze with the sound of a car door being opened far too close and the sound of footsteps.

Oh no. Tom immediately grabbed at George and they were bolting down the streets they came from. They ran like their lives depended on it, because it quite literally did. But it was too late. Davis, one of the slower runners, was captured.

Tom turned and gasped at the sight of Davis struggling and kicking within the hold of a trafficker. “No! Get away from him!”

“Get the kids!” The man shouted as Davis screamed, and they all screamed as more men rushed into the alleys to grab them.

Tom screamed for Red Hood, Batman, anybody and popped off his fake guns. It did nothing but make loud sounds from the tiny amounts of gunpowder in it that Tom was saving. Still, he needed to do something. The sounds didn’t scare the men as they grabbed at him next.

Tom scratched and bit and struggled, but it was useless as he was hauled into the back of the van. Even as he knocked against the van’s door, making even louder noises to draw attention, it was hopeless as he was tossed inside. Jim, the smallest member of their group, was crying and Maria was knocked out, slumped next to a shuddering George. Alan and Davis were also captured and they were trembling.

There were also two other people, one with black hair and one with red hair. They seemed angry, and the teenage boy seemed especially cold while the young woman looked furious.

Tom glared at the traffickers. “You won’t get away with this! Red Hood is going to kill you!”

After all, Red Hood hated anyone who hurt kids. With him in Crime Alley, kids were now secure and safe under his protective wings.

Tom was immediately backhanded. He fell back, pain bursting from his cheek and he whimpered, tears in his eyes. Alan grabbed at him worriedly and pulled him away from the traffickers’ hands.

“Shut up, brat! Just wait and see! The Red Hood ain’t shit in these parts!” Then the door of the van closed. Tom and George lunged forward to bang on the door to no avail.

“Red Hood! Red Hood!! Help!”

As the van began to move, Tom choked back his tears. No, he couldn’t cry.

He was Red Hood for today. He was supposed to be brave.

Maria woke up then and started crying. The sound set off the other kids and Tom barely resisted crying too. Suddenly, the woman with red hair in the corner of the van opened up her arms. “Shh, shhh, come here.”

Realizing that there were adults in the situation, Jim and Maria went into her arms. She rubbed their heads and soothed them softly. Alan and George looked at her and the boy next to her with hope.

“Hey! Can’t you get us out?” George asked urgently.

The woman shook her head, but gave a small smile. “We’ll be okay. You just have to have hope.”

Tom bristled, scared for his life and irritated by the presence of other adults. His tears hadn’t fallen yet, but it was a very close thing. “So you don’t have anything? Figures.”

The boy spoke up, “Red Hood will come get you. You’ll be just fine.”

Tom looked down at the dirty floor of the van. How could he believe that now? He wanted to believe it, but what would he do if it was only false hope? If he and his friends got hurt, it would’ve been his fault because he was the one who led them too far away from home.

The boy gave a small smile, similar to the woman next to him. In fact, they were both weirdly comforting and familiar, like old family friends. He opened up his own arms and said, “Come here.”

Tom inched closer and leaned against him, as George and Alan also came closer. Davis squished himself between the two and all of them were being comforted by the two older people. Tom sniffed, and the teen started talking in a comforting tone, rubbing at his back.

“You’ll be okay. Close your eyes. When you wake up, Red Hood will be here to save you… that’s it. It’s alright, we’re here to protect you. Gotham City is on your side, little ones….”

When Tom snapped awake, he was shocked to find himself being held and carried by Red Hood. “Red Hood?!”

Tom startled, but the Red Hood just readjusted his grip and said, “Careful, kid. Your friends are over there.”

Tom leaned over Red Hood’s broad shoulders and looked for his friends. True to his words, they were next to Batman and the other Bats and Birds. Maria was being held by Batgirl and excitedly gesturing, while his other friends were chattering away to Batman, who was smiling.

Red Hood began to approach them.

“You did good,” Red Hood suddenly said. Tom looked up at him and the Red Hood tilted his helmet downwards at him. “You made a ruckus and got my attention. Good job.”

Tom looked guiltily down at his hands. “No… I was the one who led my friends too far… I got us captured.”

“It’s not your fault,” Red Hood said. “You’re not to blame because some sick ass— er, some sick jerks decided to take kids. You did good and that’s final.” He ruffled Tom’s hair.

Tom giggled and then nodded, chest warm. He couldn’t believe he was meeting his idol and was saved by him too! Then he asked, looking around for the woman with red hair and the other teen, “Where’re the other two?”

“Other two?” Red Hood asked curiously. “We only saw you six kids alone in the van.”

Tom paused for a moment and then shook his head. “Never mind. Musta been my imagination.”

Gotham City was a mysterious place. Who was Tom to question it?

However, he still silently thanked the two strangers. He was sure that they had been the ones to help them.

Some distance away, two spirits stood on the roof of a nearby building and watched the commotion.

“It’s a good thing we were able to find Jason in time, huh, Jazz?”

“Mhm. I’m glad those kids are going to be okay. Thank goodness the Bats responded in time.”

“Of course. With my protection and your help, we’ll help them save this city. So…. Meet up next week?”

“Yep! See you then, Danny!”

[neapoliting]

hrm... for the drawing reqs you should draw a season 1 ninjago character, pre-horrors shenanigans perhaps

no horrors just 3 weird roommates who just met each other

[reds-skull]

Could we possibly get Soap yelling at a recruit for trying to steal Ghosts mask, with Ghost in the background like that’s my mans.

Or something you want to do for shits and gigs because you can and it’s fun

Sorry this took a while, I kinda made a mini comic because, as you said, I can and it's fun lol

Thank you for the ask! This was quite fun to make haha

[smthaboutuss]

I kinda had this thought about Vox not rly remembering that he sold his soul bc he was in a rly weak state or smth and Alastor took advantage of that ,, here’s a quick comic (ooc)

[hootyhoowoo]

hi <3 for the doodle requests (!!! 👀): either the fluffiest binghe you can manage or sy!shen qingqiu with wavy/curly hair, please 🥺 i looove your art so much

Airplane must have messed w their shampoos again!!

[inafieldofdaisies]

💭💭 Calahan or Sabrina, it's up to you :D

Calahan slowly took a sip of his beer as he contemplated the words just spoken to him. His blue eyes shone in mischief, giving away he's already going over possible scenarios in his head while he flicked his zippo lighter open and closed.

A delivish smile spread across his face when he asked, "Repeat again. You see, I've been needing some good news in like fucking ages."

Mary May rolled her eyes at his dramatic tone, "A girl stopped by, asking for you. Said she's looking to make John Seed's life hell. I told her to stop by this afternoon, knew you'd be showing your face at some point."

"What did you say her name was, gorgeous?"

"Valerie."

"I have a good feeling about this one.", Calahan paused, "About fucking time I got some recruits with my type of vision."

It was then that the door to the Spread Eagle opened, the bell above it sounding and making him turn around in his chair swiftly. He took in the unfamiliar girl that stood in the doorway, her demeanor and appearance making him grin as he said, "Deputy Calahan Hartley at your service, heard you've been looking for me."

Prompt: Send 💭 to hear my OCs most recent thought about your OC.

[robo-writing]

I’m so naughty for this 😻😻 literally nobody can match my freak rn

What if… fluff fanfic of Logan and Reader where he is sleeping at normal times to fall asleep, and he wakes up to cocoa to warm him and Reader up in the cold near winter fall. Huddled up in a blanket together, giggling like teenagers over dumb puns.

literally the freakiest I can be rn 🐺⁉️⁉️

Anon this is OBSCENE, LEWD EVEN…..I like your style 👀

The smell of hot cocoa is what arouses him from his sleep—the familiar smell of chocolate and marshmallows wafting from the kitchen. Warm vanilla and rich cocoa moving through the air.

What makes him get out of bed however, is the distinct lack of you. He knows from the lack of your perfume that you're not at his side, but he still reaches a hand out to feel your empty spot—still warm. It doesn't take long for him to put two and two together, bare feet padding against the floor to find you in the kitchen. Hair messy, clothes tossled with the dredges of sleep still faintly visible in your eyes when you look up at him from the stove. "Mmm, mornin' baby," you whisper, voice deep with sleep. "I didn't wake you, did I?" "You expect me to stay in bed when my girl ain't there with me?" He says, coming behind to rest his face against your neck. A pleased hum escapes you, exposing more of your neck as he inhales your scent, lets his head fall further into you while he embraces you. The scruff of his beard tickles, and you make a mental note to ask him to trim it in the morning, but for now this is good enough. His voice is low when he speaks. "Smells good, what're you makin'?" "Hot chocolate," you answer, eyes darting towards the counter. "Saved you a mug." The bright red cup draws his attention, but not enough to pull him away from you right now. He leaves a small kiss against your exposed skin as gratitude, nuzzling up and down your face like a dog does to it's favorite human. "God, I love you. Have I told you that before?" You love it when he's like this, at peace. Too long he's forced to be someone he's not, and it makes your heart swell to know that you're the only one that can turn this beast of a man into a puppy. "You might have mentioned it once or twice." you laugh. "Would you love me more if I told you there's a blanket in the living room with our names on it?" His groan makes your spine tingle, large palms squeezing at your sides. "Marry me." "We're already married Logan," you smile, only to be interrupted with another groan. "Marry me again honey—I'll buy you two rings this time."

[terristre]

Okay if requests are open can I kindly request malleus and grim silliness?

Also hi hello I love your art sm :3 it's so silly and cute :33

best ive got is some cocomelon shit

[wyervan]

I absolutely love your slasher boys! 🥰 Heck, I’d probably sneak Sunny little notes in his work locker~ ❤️❤️ More art of them please!!

I have failed to mention in a post as of yet that this AU doesn’t take place in the Pizzaplex—the setting is a smallish arcade/playplace much more akin to the original FNaF location. In the 2000s. Moon n Sun own and run the joint.

Anyway since y/n is literally their only employee, it would become pretty obvious very quickly who’s leaving notes in Mr. Sun’s locker 🫣.

vvv comic below vvv