#whoa!askbox

[whoatherebigguy]

A little quick question, but is Toto the little brother of Gamera in your AWE AU?

Hi!! First off, thanks for the ask, sorry it took a bit to reply to it. It’s silly but I do love chattering away about the stuff I work on.

And to answer your question: well…sorta. I didn’t intend for them to be related though. Heisei and Showa Gam are the same person in AWE and her role is similar to a mentor at a youth centre, with Toto being the kid she’s looking out for. She probably tries to set a good example, but also can’t stop getting into fist fights in the parking lot of the only fast food joint. Or at least that’s how I see it in my mind lol.

[leah2eroes]

i don't wanna disappoint u but i've... i've never gagged on it before u_u i'd probably be rly rly nervous... frightened... :/ ohhh the shaaaame... who would ever want to facefuck a trembling whimpery mess like meeeeee 😭 (suddenly staring directly into camera) why... they'd have to be some kind of sicko or something o_o

i want you to look back on this moment when i finally get my hands on you. i want you to think about how you were deliberately provoking me, when youre frantically tapping out trying to get some air to breathe while i shove my knot down your throat, and you catch my gaze and im just admiring how pathetic you look all teary-eyed and cockdrunk. ill only let you up for air because i cant have such a sweet thing like you passing out so soon~

[maritime-matchups]

dear individual who sent me this - and also the broader audience of this poll - being angry on the internet is an engaging pastime, I am aware, but please do remember that there is A Person who runs this blog, and that I don't know you and you don't know me, nor do I control the outcomes of these polls.

this bracket is fully intended to be all in good fun, and tho' this is the 'being abnormal about fictional characters' website, sauntering into my messages in such a manner is what I might refer to as Rather Out of Line.

it's fictional characters. it's made-up guys in a silly poll. Perhaps You Should Chill Out.

[synonymroll648]

see you get the keefitz vision <3

i don't know what i did to have this honor bestowed upon me but. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :DDDD

[zhukzucraft]

=> Pearl & Co: Ponder the portal

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Gem: I messaged Mumbo and Skizz but no answer yet. I think we should wait-

Gem: Scar!!

Scar: What? No point in letting it go to waste, am I right?

Pearl: Hey whoa whoa whoa

Pearl: Let's hold our horses

Pearl: Why- why do we even need to go to the Nether, anyway?

Scar: Isn't the Enchanting Table there this time, Grian?

Grian: A-yup.

Grian: It's just plopped in a Bastion in there. 'Cause why not.

Scar: Ancient City is a hard act to follow, huh?

Grian: Eh, it works as long as nobody gets access to enchantments too early.

Gem: You don't say! Then maybe WE shouldn't be going there so soon, huh Grian?

Grian: Don't tell me that GeminiSlay is scared of some little piggies!

Grian: I fully expect you to carry, by the by.

Gem: UGH.

Pearl: Come on guys, let's at least wait for Skizz and Mumbo to come back!

Scar: Nooo, you never know who's trying to beat us to it. Those rapscallions could be closing in on the magic table as we speak!

Pearl: :(

=> Pearl & Co: Be Martyn

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It's time for another

What Will You Do?

this time addressed to the whole group!

Should they jump right in? Should they wait? Should they do a dance-off? You can suggest actions and arguments for any of the 4 characters, or all of them at once!

Please submit your suggestions as replies to this post, or at this channel in our discord (LINK), or if all else fails - directly to my askbox. This event will last for 3 DAYS, until next Wednesday.

Also - next update we'll be checking in with the POV vote winner, Martyn!

[therentyoupay]

I got one, I got one!!! Spaceboy!!

kris' thoughts: okay this is the first one i've done so far that didn't include "snow" in it, so this is a fun twist. 😂 "space" makes me think of the Moon, which makes me think of Manny, okay, here we go—

p.s. this officially part 3 of the brand new fic call me, in which i will be writing one drabble/one-shot/ficlet each day every day until christmas eve, entirely based on the petname prompts i get in my askbox. so. bear with me. 😂 this will be a ride lmao. start at part i if you haven't read snowpea or snow bunny yet!

❆ snowpea ❆ snow bunny ❆ spaceboy ❆

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❆ spaceboy ❆

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The evening air in Burgess was crisp and filled with laughter. A small group of children, bundled up in coats and scarves, stood beneath Jack Frost’s latest masterpiece, ignoring the calls of distant parents summoning their children home for dinner. He floated a few feet above the ground, spinning his staff in lazy arcs, conjuring snowflakes that hovered like tiny stars. With a flick of his wrist, he guided them into constellations; Elsa blinked. Those weren't just random clusters of snowflakes... the patterns mimicked the shapes of celestial figures no less than the Orion (The Hunter), Gemini (The Twins), and Sagittarius (The Archer).

“Whoa, is that a dragon?” one of the older kids exclaimed, pointing to a particularly elaborate design Jack had made up on the spot; this one was not one of the known constellations.

“Not a dragon, Wes,” Jack corrected with a grin. “That’s the constellation Frosticus Majesticus. Legendary hero of the winter cosmos.”

The children burst into giggles, their breath misting in the frosty air. “That’s not real!” one of them cried, though their awe suggested it didn't matter. Elsa watched from the outskirts, wondering if she should join in, but decided not to.

“Not real?” Jack pressed a hand dramatically to his chest, feigning deep offense. “You wound me, kid. You hear me, Evelyn? Wound! This is premium cosmic artistry you’re witnessing!”

“Elsa!” one of the children called out, shocking her out of her reverie. “Can you make stars too?”

Jack turned to her with a smirk, and she was pinned. “Yeah, Snow Bunny—show us what you got.”

Elsa sent him a look, but without much heat; the kids were cheering, after all. Elsa sighed, her lips twitching in the ghost of a smile, and with a graceful flick of her wrist, she sent icy tendrils spiraling upward. They glittered in the moonlight, weaving a delicate lattice that intertwined with Jack’s constellations, and then shimmered and separated and shifted, settling into filler-stars between the great constellations, deepening the sky.

The kids erupted into cheers. “You made it even better!” one said, while another added, “It’s like a winter galaxy!”

Jack huffed, mock-offended. “Better? I don’t know about that.”

Elsa arched a brow at him. “Do you want me to take it down?”

He grinned. “Nah. You can stay in my galaxy, I guess.”

Brow raised. "So generous."

The kids stubbornly stayed until the cold began to bite, reluctantly heading home at their parents’ calls, at last. Jack waved them off with exaggerated bows, while Elsa gave quiet nods and gentle goodbyes and a few extra waves to those who couldn't quite seem to stop turning around. When the last of the children disappeared around the corner, a hush settled over the snowy park.

Elsa shifted, preparing for another portal journey, but Jack made no move to retrieve his snow globe. She watched him, as Jack stayed determinedly put, and instead lifted his face to the sky.

"They are pretty cool," he said, apropos of nothing; his voice was quieter now, the playful bravado fading. "Right?"

Elsa followed his gaze, but wasn't sure what to say. Carefully, she echoed, "Cool?"

"Yeah, you know. Interesting. Fun to think about."

Elsa fought to hide her impatience. With measured tones, she clarified, "I do know what 'cool' means. I'm wondering, rather, what you find so interesting bout them, in particular."

Jack sent her side glance. "Can't a guy have interests?"

"Yes, but yours have thus far been rather limited to pranks, reckless dives, dangerous feats, and initiating miniature wars among the children."

"Wars! Giving me an awfully lot of credit, there, for a few snowball fights, arent'cha?"

"You are very competitive."

Elsa wasn't expecting his smile. He looked at her like... he knew something she didn't. She couldn't let that slide, she needed to ask him, but he turned back to the sky and said—

"You know, super quiet, starry nights like this remind me of the first time I saw the stars and Moon as a Guardian.”

Elsa tilted her head, intrigued. Jack had never spoken to her before about his transformation; she didn't yet know all the rules of this life and this—this family—but she understood well enough that One's Story (the true one, the one that was not shared in the storybooks) was earned.

Softly, “The first time?”

“Yeah.” Jack leaned on his staff, his gaze fixed on the twinkling expanse above. This deep into far suburbia, nearly reaching the rural farms, the only sound beyond their voices was the hush of the falling snow. “The night Manny woke me up, I didn’t know what was going on. I just remember looking up and seeing… this. The Moon, brighter than I’d ever noticed before, and all those stars... "

Elsa waited for him to continue, but he trailed off into silence.

His smile was wistful, and for a moment, Elsa saw a side of him she didn’t expect.

Sincere. Deep in Memory. (Vulnerable?)

“It must’ve been… overwhelming."

Jack shrugged, brushing off whatever that had been—but there was no mistaking the emotion that she'd sen in his eyes.

“It was. But it was also kind of amazing. Y'know. Once I got the hang of it.”

The three centuries that no one seemed to want to speak of. Another topic they had not yet broached.

A streak of light cut across the sky—a shooting star, long and bright. Jack’s face lit up instantly.

"Guess that's our cue. You can still make a wish on it, if you like."

There was the tone she was more familiar with; gone was the wistful Jack, who disappeared in the blink of a shooting star.

"Thank you," Elsa aimed for politeness, which was often simplest in strange moments like these, when she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do or how she was supposed to act. "But I think I've rather had enough of making wishes, for now."

She worried that he might make some sort of quip about her past again—a little joke intended to poke at stories she dared not yet tell—but he nodded, suddenly certain, staring back up at the calm sky.

"Yeah, I get it. Granting them is a lot better than making them."

Elsa remained quiet for a moment, her gaze fixed on Jack as he stared upward, the starlight upon his face. His words lingered in the air between them, settling over her like the snowflakes falling gently around them. She was astounded that Jack, so often the jester (the antagonist, the prankster—the fool?), had been able to reach inside her thoughts and understand what she’d meant. It wasn’t a skill many (had) possessed, and certainly not one she’d expected from him.

She allowed herself a faint smile, watching him, this Guardian (this boy) who seemed so utterly at ease with the universe... even when it had been cold to him.

She was pleased to admit that she liked this rare side of Jack—conscientious, thoughtful, empathetic; she wished he would come out more often... but she also understood why it stayed hidden, tucked behind the boisterous grins and reckless antics.

Jack needed the laughter, the chaos, the Fun. It was his armor.

He had his armor, and she had hers.

The silence stretched, more comfortable now, and Elsa found herself doing something she rarely did: acting on impulse.

A small, mischievous idea bloomed in her mind—a way to meet him halfway, to let him know she appreciated this quieter version of him without making it too obvious. A taste of diplomacy. An offering, yes, that's what it was. A boon.

A truce.

“I had no idea you were such a... a little spaceboy,” she said softly, the word slipping from her lips like a secret. She bit her cheek to retain her smile.

As expected, Jack blinked, his head snapping toward her.

“Wha—what did you just call me?”

Jack floundered. "Um, excuse me?! Space is cool?! What does any of that have to do with—with innocence?"

“You'd likely spend half the night staring at the stars, crafting constellations, and waxing poetry about the cosmos,” she said, arching a brow. “It seems fitting.”

A stunned beat.

And then Jack’s face suddenly split into a wide grin, a laugh bubbling out of him, seemingly before he could stop it. “Oh, I see. You’re trying to be funny now.” Jack leaned on his staff, his grin impossibly wider.

"I believe I did hear a laugh, just now."

To which Jack gaped, and then barked another laugh, his eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t quite name. “Alright, Snowpea, I’ll take it. Spaceboy it is.”

Oh dear, Elsa thought, half-gratified, half-mournful. What have I done?

They stood there a little longer, Jack spinning his staff idly, Elsa clasping her hands at her waist; the two of them, just watching the stars. For the first time since she’d joined the Guardians, the silence between them wasn’t awkward or tentative—it was simply… easy.

Or... easier.

Elsa realized she didn’t just like this side of Jack; she respected it. She’d like to see it again.

But how do I lure him out?

❆ read from the beginning on ao3

[molsno]

@•≈ ammonite in your askbox

whoa... this is so cool... I can have this...? really...?

[a-cat-in-toffee]

okay so did a insane amount of research into motorcycles and stuff for fics before and i wanna say. ik not all of them are all racers but shhhh

william would be such a stereotypical road racer. like it’s one it the more thrilling styles of how people race next to stuff like supersport which is like…fancier w/ modifications then superbike which is ur standard Make A Deathtrap. like he’s reckless and roadracing is recklessness embodied due to tight curves high speeds etc. no wonder he dies alot

i feel like vyncent would do trick riding as a side thing next to roadracing. that or motocross which is ur stereotypical Ramp In The Woods type thing. freestyle motocross is all stunts and thats very important 2 me

dakota would fucking Cook at endurance races which are more about how long someone can drive then anything else but. it’s mostly about how many laps someone can do and it’s very much a teamwork thing bc ur depending on other people usually

asheee. is harder. but i could see her in speedway racing which is Just 300 meters w/o breaks. its a test of like reflexes and control and i think thats just very her yk. blanking on her </3

i could assign them motorcycles but they’re futuristic so..woe! leaving ur askbox now

WHOA!!!!! MOTORCYCLE STUFF!!! that's all so cool thank you for coming into my inbox :)

[whoatherebigguy]

What would be your favorite crossover with American Godzilla right now? Pacific rim? Dc movies? The substance? Ghostbusters? Hot frosty? The hangover? Mission impossib? Duolingo?

DUOLINGO?!?!?

I can’t even think of a serious response , I’m too caught up thinking of the world where the Duolingo bird goes up against Godzilla. Big G is learning Spanish or going to die trying oh god. Honestly he can cross over with anything/ everything at this point. I mean he’s in fortnight, right?

[march-april-mae]

trick or treat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i am the yomi hudtle mutant)

whoa!!!! genuine celebrity in my askbox

here's your treat 🥰

[thecodeveronica]

Hello~ hopped over from AO3 to Tumblr after reading your fic (which is wonderful btw) - hope you don't mind! As someone who frequents the barren AO3 tag and then saw your askbox title I had to stop by.

Anyway actual question! I'd love to hear why the Claire/Steve dynamic appeals to you. Whether that answer be about the characters or anything (or if you don't want to answer at all, that's totally fine too!), I'd love to hear your thoughts on it as a fellow burnfield shipper/writer. It'd be like a little author's commentary track for when I reread your fic!

Anyway whoa this was long, sorry. And hope you have a good day~ thanks again

Thank you again btw, your comment on AO3 had me totally elated; I didn't really expect anyone to actually read my fic, and then actually like it 😭

The boring part of why I like Claire and Steve together is because they are both two of my favorite characters. Steve is my #1 favorite RE character, and Claire is in my top 3, I just love them both a lot!

But on their actual relationship, I'm a huge fan of characters that would do anything to protect the other. Claire starts CVX and DSC clearly not expecting much from Steve (and in CVX, I'm sure it doesn't help when he gets caught in that trap in the Palace really early on and she has to rescue him lol), but there is a clear, gradual warming up toward him as the game goes on, even if she's hardened up a little since the events of RE2. She's very gentle with him even when Steve can be a bit difficult, like when he has to shoot his dad and is upset afterward or when he says guns are more reliable than people. Her reaction after his death which i'm still in denial about haha is just gut wrenching, she seems so distraught and it shows how much she'd come to like him.

And from Steve's side, he's obviously lonely, dealing with the tragic circumstances of being imprisoned by no fault of his own, his mother dying, the disappointment of what his father did. He has a hard time trusting people, and that extends even to Claire early on. I just love how you can see his feelings for her start to grow and how he finally has someone to trust.

One of my favorite things about the Cleve/Burnfield ship are the times Steve is quick to try to protect Claire, even though she's obviously the more capable one. He's just a civilian and is clearly coping with the horrifying situation they are in with humor and things like that, but even so, he still does things like rush in front of Claire when they confront Nosferatu. It's just so sweet ❤️

And even if Darkside Chronicles isn't technically canon, it's so fun seeing Claire and Steve together for almost the whole game. They grow to have such a fun, playful rapport with one another. Darkside Chronicles also gave me one of my favorite moments when Steve is ready to pilot that plane out of Rockfort Island and Claire puts her hand over his and they pull that lever together, ahhhhhh it's such a short but soft little gesture

Sorry this got SUPER long!!! I was happy to have the perfect opportunity to gush over Claire and Steve lol, thank you so much again for the ask!!!

I hope you have a wonderful day too!!

(also, you have good taste being a Gundam fan too with the Kamille icon 👍)

[dogboyratgirl]

MOONBEAST!!!!!

Half decade hangover reference.,..,… whoa.,..,,,

did youaalready reach post limit orare you just chilling in the askbox

anyways "In Case I Make It," save meeeeeeeee save me "In Case I Make It,"

[that-other-dead-person]

Due to the POPULAR VOTE of 9 voters (whoa where did 9 come from...) the characters in the Anomaly Report group are OPEN TO BE ASKED ABOUT !!!!!! Asks can be In General or directed at some - when the other designs come out they will automatically be added to the Able-To-Be-Asked section! :3

In the meantime, feel free to absolutely maul these guys in the askbox/silly

[synonymroll648]

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And then Dex tries to climb under his covers as quietly as he can and curls up on his side, so he can fake being asleep if his mom pops in to check on him. (She’s a light sleeper, which she’s jokingly coined as her proof that she married into the Dizznee family instead of being born into it.) 

[skyward-floored]

Dropping a random snippet in your askbox :3

Legend’s eyes were missing their pupils, and instead were consumed by a bright lilac. The vet moved closer, yellow sword raised in a threatening position. Inside his head, the colours were thrown into chaos. Vio had no idea what to do, Green was trying to comfort Red who was silent and broken by the sight of the veteran attacking them. Blue was frozen with shock, anger not at the vet, but whatever was going on building inside him. “Legend?” Four tried again, and heard rocks skitter down a surface.

He looked behind him to see a cliff, and the blood drained from his face almost instantly. The veteran gained a cold and cruel grin that seemed so out of place. “LEGEND!” Four screeched, his eyes changing colours rapidly as his voice went off with each different emotion.

Tears began sliding down Four’s cheeks as Legend approached rapidly. “Please ve-“

HEY WHOA YOU CAN'T JUST DROP STUFF LIKE THIS IN MY INBOX (POSITIVE)

[irl-morros-account]

Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh

Make it count, play it straight Don't look back, don't hesitate When you go big time What you want, what you feel Never quit, and make it real When you roll big time (oh-oh)

Hey (oh), hey (oh) Listen to your heart now (eh) Hey (oh), hey (oh) Don't you feel the rush? Hey (oh), hey (oh) Better take your shot now Oh-oh, oh-oh (hey), oh-oh, oh-oh

Go and shake it up, what you gotta lose? Go and make your luck with the life you choose If you want it all, lay it on the line It's the only life you got So you gotta live it big time

Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh

Step it up, get in gear Go for broke, make it clear Gotta go big time (oh, hey) Make it work, get it right Change the world over night Gotta dream big time (oh-whoa)

Hey (oh), hey (oh) Give it all you got now (eh) Hey (oh), hey (oh) Isn't it a rush? Hey (oh), hey (oh) Finish what you start now Oh-oh, oh-oh (hey), oh-oh, oh-oh (whoa)

Go and shake it up, what you gotta lose? Go and make your luck with the life you choose (life you choose) If you want it all, lay it on the line It's the only life you got So you gotta live it big time

Look around (uh) Every light is shining now It's brighter somehow (whoa) Look around Nothing's really as it seems Nothing but dreams

You and I Gonna make a brand new sound Like we own this town (we own this town) We can fly Now our feet are off the ground We'll never look down

Welcome to the big time (time) All the pretty people see you walking in the sunshine Welcome to the good times (times) Life will never be the same

Go and shake it up, what you gotta lose? Go and make your luck with the life you choose (oh) If you want it all, lay it on the line It's the only life you got So you gotta live it big time

Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh

If you want it all, lay it on the line It's the only life you got So you gotta live it big time

-music anon

Traduci in italiano

Did you really just copy paste the lyrics into my askbox?

Anyways I searched up the lyrics and in the first three seconds I had such a strong bolt of recognition what the fuck. I don't recognise any of the rest of it. Just those three seconds.

It's not that bad of a song, not my taste though