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[twinknote]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers:)

aw ty for this! tbh it's good to have an excuse to be thankful for things that make me happy bc there are Many things making me Unhappy rn

my goofy ass dog who i finally got to spend time outside with today because it was finally not 90+ degrees out

music for sure. music has never not been one of the most important things to me, but lately it feels like it's one of The Things that's getting me thru life

gay and/or trans friends <3

anime :) i should start watching smth bc i don't think i've watched anything since uhhh. probably since i watched sxf in december?? and then i rewatched the first half of bsd when i was petsitting for my sister in april but didn't finish it bc the only reason i started rewatching is bc she has crunchyroll and i don't. Sad! (yes i have a link to a site but. that's annoying and i wanna watch it on da tv)

dismantling my internalized diet culture and fatphobia and seeing others do the same <3 it is Very hard to do, especially when you grew up with a parent instilling it and enforcing it for You specifically. but thankfully there are smart and kind people in the world who have realized that Actually. none of that makes sense or is medically proven and actually maybe people should eat food :)

[blackjackkent]

4 for Matty for the dark OC meme!

(Dark OC Asks)

Finally getting around to answering this. XD Today has been hectic.

4. What appears in your OC's darkest nightmares?

I was going to say "we see it in game!" but as I'm thinking about it, the ME3 forest dreams are really not Matty's worst nightmare. They're awful, don't get me wrong, with all the whispers of his dead friends and the boy running away and dying, but it's oddly peaceful and quiet and sad more than anything else.

There's no way Matty's actual worst nightmares aren't about Akuze.

He dreams of the day he spent when all the rest of his squad was dead and both of his legs were broken and the thresher maw venom was slowly working its way through his veins towards his heart. He dreams of agonizing pain and utter solitude such as he has never experienced before or since. And in the dream, no one ever comes to save him.

These dreams definitely become a lot less frequent during the war when the forest dreams start to take over. Those are awful in their own way - but never the worst.

[demonic0angel]

More Fenton! Damien please?

Y’know, I was planning on posting this another day, but since it’s my birthday and I gotta empty out my drafts anyways, here ya go! :D

Extra info:

+ Damian is 10 years old, but the Fentons used to think he was 12 bc when he was young, they were trying to determine his age using an IQ test. It was supposed to determine his mental age, but they made a mistake and thought he was actually 2 years older than he really was (bc he was a smart kid). It’s been corrected since then, but he’s already accidentally skipped 2 grades.

+ He was also named Alexander at first, but they discovered that his real name was Damian, which is why it was moved to become his middle name.

+ Unfortunately, bc he was raised in America with the Fentons for most of his life, he isn’t that connected to his heritage or culture. However, Fentons did learn Arabic for him, as well as join several clubs and groups in order to help him connect to his heritage. Talia is also still a part of his life, so he learns more of his culture from her as well.

+ Talia found Damian and Jazz when he turned seven. She began visiting regularly without revealing her identity, but Jazz figured it out and now they have a custody agreement. Damian is aware of her identity as well, and they have a civil, friendly relationship. (Meanwhile, Talia thinks of Jazz and Damian as both of her kids.)

+ Damian is raised by Jazz, and very, very loved by the friends and family that she has. Maddie and Jack (and Vlad) wholeheartedly consider themselves as his grandparents and Danny and the others think of Damian as their nephew. Bc of this, he’s a very carefree and happy child.

+ Damian still learned fighting and weaponry, but he trains under Maddie, Danny, Talia, and Jazz. He’s very proficient with bladed weapons but is trying to be better at melee weapons like Jazz.

[kenobihater]

reblog for a bigger sample size of former angry, creative, and/or highly dramatic children

[mblue-art]

late halloweeen dooodleee

[aubeezz]

Hello i just wanted to say that the way you draw eugene is so beautiful and sparkly and shiny and omygod i love em sm, theirs hairs are so pretty and i think they might be one of my favourite oc from yours :') AND ALSO, I DONT KNOW WHO THE FELLA WITH THE EYEPATCH IS BUT THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND THEM AND EUGENE TOGETHER, THEY ARE SO CUTE OMYGOD I LOVE EM, ALRIGHT THAT IT GOODBYE THANK YA-

TYSM?!?! EUEUEUEE.. Eugene my beloved oc... the one with the eyepatch ^^ Her name is Cass! She belongs to my friend Connski :3 she's Eugene's partner after a slow and painful pirate slowburn </3

[gambeque]

hellow i like them teehee

DUUDE

they look so awesome u just made my day holy shitt 💚💚🦖

[shih-coulda-had-it]

What animal do you think users are one for all?

I don’t wanna limit myself to just one per… take these with the disclaimer that it’s just one iteration of an answer! This is purely based on vibes instead of anything symbolic.

Yoichi: Weasel

Kudou: Red fox 

Bruce: Badger

Shinomori: Elk

Banjo: Wolverine

En: Fruit bat

Nana: Leopard

Toshinori: Lion

Izuku: Black-footed cat

[vaguely-lavender-er]

I see your Klavier: “Sparkle on!” art and counter with Simon: “Fuck off.” art

Here’s a still:

And here’s the OG post 😋

[blackjackkent]

Prompt fill for @thedarkstrategist from this ask meme: [ 🛁 ] - running them a bath, Shadowzel.

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“She is in pain,” Lae’zel says, pacing back and forth before the bar on the Elfsong’s bottom floor. The ale Karlach purchased for her sits undrunk on the wood bartop; she seems to have forgotten its existence. “And it is a pain I do not know how to soothe,” she growls. “It is maddening.”

“Yeah,” Karlach says, watching Lae’zel’s quick, restless movements with an air of sympathy. “Fucking sucks, when someone you care about is hurting. And this kind of hurt… whoof.” She breathes out, rattling her lips heavily. “I lost my parents, back before the Hells, but at least they went… normally, y’know? Bad fever, overturned cart. Things like that happen to people. This, what she had to do… that’s a whole different ball game…”

“This is not helping,” Lae’zel says curtly.

“I’m commiserating,” Karlach says with a slight shrug. “I don’t really have an answer for you. ‘s not the sort of thing you fix.”

Lae’zel comes to an abrupt halt and turns to face Karlach directly. “There must be something,” she says. “I--” She breaks off abruptly and scowls down at the battered slats of the floor. “You know of these things,” she mutters. “I do not. I must have your help.”

“These things?” Karlach cocks her head slowly to one side.

A pause. Lae’zel flushes, her jaw working with frustration at the struggle to articulate her own feelings. “Romance,” she finally says carefully. Another pause, then suddenly rapid, “No. Not romance. Something more. The gentleness that comes with it. I feel the need for it, but do not know…” She falters, her ears flushing a deep olive. “I do not know what to do.”

“Oh.” Karlach would be tempted to smile, were it not for the fact that Lae’zel looks so terribly agitated. “Well, I’ll let you in on the first secret I know,” she says, “which is that we’re all making this the fuck up as we go along. I certainly am.” She nudges the barstool next to her with her boot toe. “C'mon, sit down."

Lae'zel sits abruptly, a soldier obeying orders. Karlach studies her for a moment thoughtfully. "Y'know," she says slowly after a little while, "sometimes when my engine's real bad, Hec'll just... do things for me. Just so I don't have to. Get my dinner served up, or clean out my armor, that sort of thing. And it helps." She rubs at her jaw. "I think, with this sort of shit... it's not about fixing. Not really. It's about... just being there, and holding some of the weight. Helping her keep living, while she sorts it all out."

Lae'zel considers this with narrowed eyes. "Yes," she says slowly.

Karlach's teeth flash in a cautious grin. "We've got a proper bathroom in our rooms upstairs now. You could draw her a bath, bring her dinner after... give her a night not having to think about anything."

Lae'zel nods. "Yes," she repeats. Her whole body is stock-still except for her fingertips which fidget almost imperceptibly against the floral-carved edge of the bar. 

Karlach's smile softens. "The way Hec tells it - it'll make you feel better too," she says gently. "Maybe feel a little less like your head's eating itself alive." She claps Lae'zel on the shoulder. "Look. We're gonna make this happen," she says. "And I'll help. She likes night orchids, right? I'm gonna go right now over to Bonecloaks and shake that woman down for every blossom she's got, and then Jaheira and me'll take the boys off on an adventure for a while. Leave the rooms upstairs all yours till, say, ten o'clock?"

She doesn't expect thanks - the whole crew, by now, is well aware that Lae'zel doesn't tend to say it out loud. What she does get, though, is a sudden tight grip on her forearm from the gith's long-fingered hand; a gesture of camaraderie - or perhaps the clinging of a drowning woman to a driftwood life raft. "That is... generous," Lae'zel mutters.

"Just doing my part to make love bloom," Karlach says airily.

Lae’zel flinches, her color deepening again. “We have not spoken of love,” she says stiffly.

Karlach lifts her eyebrows innocently. “Oh, are we not saying that part out loud yet?” she asks.

“Kainyank…” Lae’zel grumbles, rolling her eyes - but Karlach notices she doesn’t argue the point.

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Shadowheart sits on the bed, leaning against the window, her knees drawn to her chest. She’s dimly aware that the others haven’t come back from dinner yet, but it’s hard to muster the energy to care. Ever since the House of Grief, she’s felt drained, empty, surrounded by the shattered pieces of a world she doesn’t know how to reconstruct yet. She feels broken.

There’s the soft sound of a footstep up the stairs. Rustling movement in the center of the shared floor of their lodgings. The sound of running water from the magical taps in the bathroom. Shadowheart ignores it all, focusing her eyes on the progress of a fly climbing up the outside of the window glass. 

Then-- “Shadowheart?”

Something in her heart loosens just a little, hearing Lae’zel’s voice. It’s astonishing, given how they began, the way that Lae’zel has come to mean protection, and understanding, and calm. Lae’zel is safety in a way that none of the others are, because Lae’zel too has had her life taken apart, and the two of them have built a new one out of the ashes. “Yes,” she says softly, forcing herself to stir and lift her head. “I’m here.”

To her surprise, she finds that Lae’zel is standing watching her with a bundle of deep blue flowers in one hand. The gith shifts awkwardly and then sets the plants down on the nearby table. “I--” she says haltingly. A pause, and then she presses on doggedly as if expecting a burst of laughter from some corner at any moment. “All day you have sat here alone. I have drawn you a bath. Will you come?”

“A bath?” Shadowheart tips her head, mildly bemused.

“Yes.” Lae’zel shifts her weight slowly from one foot to the other. Then she adds, almost sheepishly, “Karlach said it would help.” A pause, then so low Shadowheart almost can’t hear it, “Let me help. Please.”

A sudden tight lump settles in Shadowheart’s throat, making it hard to speak. “Lae’zel--”

“I said I would protect you,” Lae’zel mutters. “But there is no enemy to strike. There is only this. These small things. It is not much, but…” 

“No.” Shadowheart slowly uncurls herself from the tight ball in which she has spent the last few hours. The barest hint of a smile pulls at her lips for the first time in days. It’s not about the bath, not really - she didn’t need or even really want one. It’s the reminder that there is more around her than the impenetrable shadow Shar has draped over her world. That Lae’zel is driving it back with both fists, even when she doesn’t think she knows how.

“No,” she repeats softly. “That sounds perfect.”

[pop-squeak]

For your tng doodle requests: perhaps Data tried to open a jar but miscalculated how much strength to use... Oops 😛

couldn’t resist sneaking geordi in there too

[valhallavalgrace]

Have you used your powers at all since getting to Hotel Valhalla?

Leo hasn't used his powers once in battle and it's probably costed him a couple losses. (The dreams are likely both from the gods and also from genuine demigod PTSD.)

I've posted a flashforward in-universe valgrace fanart about this arc here... he'll be happy again one day I'm sorry

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[demonic0angel]

Writing prompt time!

Fenton!Damian stealing pieces of Skulker's mech suit as they get knocked off during fights, eventually building his own ghost robot suit.

Danny blasted off Skulker’s arm and tried not to scream and draw attention to the fact that his little nephew was scurrying within the battlefield between them while carrying blown off pieces of metal. Damian scampered back and forth, picking up ectoplasm-infused metal sheets and ghostly copper wires from the floor. Shadow loyally followed along with things in its mouth, the both of them dodging all projectiles in the middle of the fight.

By the time, Danny was finished dismantling Skulker’s suit and capturing him in the thermos, Damian still wasn’t done, shoving a bunch of screws into his pocket.

“Alright, you little gremlin!” Danny said, in a teasing tone, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Damian giggled and looked at him with big eyes covered by the goggles that Danny once bought for him. “Shopping.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Danny said, poking him on the nose. “It’s dangerous to be here while I’m fighting, you know that. Where’s Jazz?”

“Mom gave me permission to see you.”

Danny narrowed his eyes. “… you didn’t tell her I was in the middle of a fight?”

Damian smiled with all of the mischievousness of a pre-teen boy and the cunning taught by a woman who learned from Spectre. “Nope. But it’s okay! Shadow is watching over me.”

The ghostly Ancient-turned-dog blinked its big, bulbous eyes.

“You are a little monster,” Danny said, pinching his cheek and pulling. His nephew was the cutest, most adorable child to ever live, but by the gods, was he a little manipulative brat. “You’re gonna be in soooooo much trouble.”

“No, I won’t!” Damian beamed.

“No, you won’t,” Danny conceded with a sigh. Because knowing Damian, what he was going to say next was—

“I’ll show you what I’m building if you keep quiet,” Damian said.

Danny rolled his eyes, but nodded anyways, since he wanted to see. “You show everyone your inventions to keep them silent. This is coercion, y’know, you’re making me an accomplice.” Damian began leading him towards Jazz’s house and into the basement door located in the backyard.

“I’ll sue you for slander,” Damian said pleasantly, “And as long as you don’t tell, no one will know.”

Danny groaned aloud. “Jazz turned you into a growing mob boss.”

Damian giggled again and finally flicked on the switch. Danny’s jaw dropped. In the middle of the basement floor, which was unofficially designated as Damian’s lab, was a mech suit that was partially completed. Danny turned to stare at Damian with wide eyes and a still open mouth.

Damian grinned. “Pretty cool, right? So you won’t tell Mom that I snuck around while you were fighting?”

Danny clicked his mouth shut. Once Jazz found out, she was going to freak. “Deal.”

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

You're drunk I'm high what's your favourite drunk food

Also what do do you think about Leon being like protective of Merlin

Hi by the way how are you doing

Hi!!!! I'm doing so good, stress exists but no it doesn't, not right now, I'm very good! I hope you're doing good too! (How are you?)

Im eating nachos and its making me happy, so nachos?

I am a slut for Leon being protective of Merin. That's kind of the thesis of the immortal Leon au/ the series of Death and Destiny. They are brothers, and I think Leon canonically protected Merlin a couple times subtly (he knew/ guessed more than he let on, otherwise why poetry scene, otherwise why servant of two masters??)

[zukosdualdao]

Thoughts on what the Gaang would call Iroh post canon? Toph obviously would stick with Gramps, but I'm not sure about the others. I feel like just calling him Iroh might be too informal, but I don't know that any of them would feel close enough to call him Uncle for a good while yet. (Other than Zuko, of course.) There's always General Iroh, but I think that's a title he'd like to put behind him. I cannot remember for the life of me how any of them address him the few times they're all together.

ooh so what i remember of the instance in canon of the gaang referring to him:

sokka calls him iroh when detailing the plan to rescue katara and zuko and try to take down the dai li in tcod, and katara calls him general iroh in sozin’s comet. there might be some other instances (i feel like i remember at least one instance of aang referring to him by name but i could be wrong), but mostly i remember them calling him “your uncle” whenever zuko brought him up in the latter half of book three.

with that in mind:

sokka still definitely calls him iroh. onlookers might indeed find this too casual, but neither of them care, lmao. though he would do just do this anyway, part of it is because of iroh's history, and while i think sokka does trust by the end of canon and especially post-canon that he is a changed man, his pragmatism insists on that distance a little bit. but i also think they come to quite like, understand, and respect each, though sokka still just calls him iroh because he would prefer to just refer to people by their names in general. this works out for iroh, who would much rather people call him by his name or an affectionate moniker than any sort of official title these days.

i think katara might still refer to him as general iroh directly proceeding post-canon (she means, as i believe she did in sozin's comment, it as a reference of respect to iroh's actions trying to make up for his past wrongs, a la leading the battle to take back ba sing se with the white lotus.) he eventually tells her that she doesn't have to, though. it's a gradual switch, as she still catches herself doing it a lot, and though she wouldn't be the first one in the gaang to do so, she'd probably occasionally call him uncle iroh as they come to know each other, but mostly calls him iroh.

does toph call him gramps in canon? i don't remember, but if so, ADORABLE, and regardless, i can totally see it. he does not mind this at all, he gets that it's an Affectionate Nickname. if they're in a more formal setting that calls for something (like a summit or something) she might call him iroh, but really, it's mostly gramps.

i think aang might call him general or even prince iroh - mostly because it stood out to me that he called hakoda 'chief hakoda' when meeting him - but the second iroh says he doesn't have to, it's all uncle iroh all the time! (he is the first, outside of zuko, to call him that.)

i think suki would probably stick to iroh for a long time, mostly because she didn't know him very well in canon, but once she and iroh do grow to know each other well enough, she might use uncle iroh occasionally.

i have to include my buddy zuko, even though we know he mostly calls iroh 'uncle'. he does sometimes still call him uncle iroh, which we see a couple of times (esp in book one i think) in the show, but that's mostly just in casual settings. one notable thing is that NO ONE is allowed to call iroh just Uncle like zuko does. that's his uncle, excuse. (no one ask me or zuko to explain why it's different when they call him uncle iroh. it just is.) though this is entirely unspoken. aang tries this once and receives a glare from zuko so strong that he refers to him only as "zuko's uncle iroh" for a month straight, including to iroh's face. lmao.

[non-un-topo]

could i please get some of nicky and joe dancing please <3?

You certainly can, my friend! <3

I may have accidentally made it a little angsty (and they look like they're not dancing rip but I promise they are)