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zarla-s · 1 day
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hiya! big fan of handplates (and i love vargas too :3), you did such an amazing job on the whole story, wrapped it up in a rare, satisfying way. you don't have to answer this, but i was looking for a post where you mentioned gaster's sign names for various people - i think toriel and asgore had queen/king involved, alphys maybe the handshape a, etc. - but i can't find it anywhere. do you know where you've posted that, or anything else about gaster's signing? thanks for reading, have a nice day!
Thank you very much! :D If I remember right, Gaster's sign names go...
Asgore - A+King
Toriel - T+Queen
Alphys - A+Smart
Then I don't think he had ones for anyone else, he wasn't really very close to many people. It's kind of funny cause you only see him use Asgore's once, when he's begging him not to declare war. It's the only time he ever says his name if I remember right!
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He uses Alphy's sign-name more often though, you can probably catch it in a few places but this one comes to mind immediately.
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I don't think he ever used Toriel's though in the comic...
If he did get close to Undyne, he might use U+Spear or U+Strong for her, but I think it's unlikely they'd get that familiar. I can't picture him getting close enough to Mettaton to come up with a name for him. I think he just used formal titles for Asriel as well. He wouldn't refer to the kid as anything other than Human, haha.
(He doesn't have names for Sans and Papyrus since he can just say their names normally and they can understand him. :B)
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clangenrising · 2 days
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I always wonder how you write your characters so well — I usually end up running out of plans and then I think of a new scene and dialogue, and then struggle to write said scene and dialogue in a way that doesn't seem robotic. But the exchanges that take place here (and all the pieces in general) flow so well!
It's good to see Mystique slowly coming to terms with what is going on around her. I like that it's not rushed and that we get to see the changes and the realizations she goes through over time.
It means a lot to see the different ways that everyone goes through grief too, how relationships between friends don't always get an instant fix
I also struggle sometimes with having a scene in mind that feels robotic. Usually, I give it a second or third pass before posting though so you guys don't ever see that.
My method may not work for everyone, but what I do is usually I start with an idea of how i need the scene to go in big strokes. I often write down a little summary in parentheses to guide me, and I make sure that I know what NEEDS to be accomplished by the end of a piece. Like for instance, I might say "this piece needs to show Scorchplume convincing Mystique to take her home" and that's my only requirement. I try not to come up with too much more in advance, or if I do have specific dialogue or scene elements, I allow myself to change them if it feels necessary. I try never to get so tied to an idea that it makes the writing suffer.
From there I just start and I let the conversations flow where they need to and usually, if I've put in the right elements to motivate the characters to act how I need them to, they do. Still, I sometimes write a whole scene and say "this isn't going where I need it to" and then trash it and start over in a different direction.
And then I just try to let my characters be people. You mention that you like how Mystique's growth isn't rushed and that's something I definitely care about. People can be really stubborn and change, especially difficult change, can take a really long time. I think that's what makes it so interesting and I think it's really important to show in my art.
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bokettochild · 1 day
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i've seen people suggest wars have a leash in the war of eras for tune and mask. do you think he'd need it?
Not really.
I think Mask was a gremlin who ran off a lot, but Warriors knew he was capable, and after the first few weeks, he didn't worry too much about Mask so much as everyone else in camp.
Tune is pretty responsible, and I doubt Wars ever had to worry much about what he was up to. Sure, the occasional prank, but given that most of his soldiers are young men and boys themselves, that's not too out of the ordinary in a military camp.
When it came down to it, they knew when to stick close to him and when it was alright to go crazy, and as heroes themselves, they never did anything too crazy, knowing how much their actions could effect things. The urge may have been there on some days, but he respects both too much and honestly trusts them more than you'd expect an adult to trust two pre-teens. They deserve it though, and it goes both ways as a result, with them being careful to not bring him too much stress most of the time.
They're really only childlike with each other, and feed off of or play off the actions of the other, or other displaced persons (like Midna and Ravio), but generally, they're good at keeping themselves in check.
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dynasoar5 · 23 hours
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Are you the guy that did the “the boss needs you, you don’t need him” Dinosaur tv show stickers? If so, I sent my MOM a link to your work like 5 years ago bc I thought you exclusively did dinosaurs the tv show fanart. Extremely awkward, lots of questions
Either way, great work keep it up
yeah lol thank you
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ohbo-ohno · 2 days
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bo…..
in the 1700s in canada you could escape death by hanging by marrying the hangman (as in the poem “Marrying the Hangman” by Margaret Atwood) and i’m. i. ghost as the hangman/executioner figure and reader who is imprisoned, set to hang at first light, persuading a man, whose face she cannot see, to marry her and save her from her fate
i have worms in my brain about it that i’m now sharing w you ૮꒰˵O ﻌ O˵꒱ა
somebody JUST recently told me about something super similar and i responded here!!! if i didn't have a "to-write" list a mile long, i'd a thousand percent put some effort into writing this, your brainworms and mine have been the same since i first read that other ask lmaoo
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ladytauria · 2 days
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JAYTIM OMEGAVERSE MATING RUN??!? TELL ME EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW PLEASE!!!
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It’s a fic I started writing… a bit ago, but I’ve decided to try finishing it for Omega Jason Todd Week <3
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Mating season happens once/twice a year. Heat & rut cycles still happen as normal, but they aren’t as intense as they are during mating season.
Alphas who have caught a compatible scent (or sometimes betas & omegas) become more or less completely instinct driven; hunting down the object of their affection for a chase. To refuse the chase, the pursued party just has to… not run. Some alphas accept that gracefully, some don’t.
Jason is pretty sure no one will ever want to chase him. His scent has been wrong ever since the Pit—smelling like decaying fruit and smoke. He bundles up in a safehouse with plenty of distractions and some headphones, intent on spending another mating season alone.
Tim knows he’s caught Jason’s scent—and that he wants. It was easy enough to deal with during his first mating season, after he came of age, since he was halfway around the world at the time. This time, though… both of them are in Gotham. He knows Jason isn’t interested in him or mating in general, given the way he talks about the season, so he sets himself up in his den with some traps to keep him inside. After all, he’ll be so deep in his instincts those should be beyond him, right?
Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately ;) ),Tim is both clever and stubborn. He makes it out and to Jason.
Jason is so startled by Tim’s sudden appearance, by the hunger in his eyes, that he ends up backing up (‘running’) totally on accident. Otherwise he wouldn’t have started the chase.
Really.
He’s not pleased to actually be wanted, or that it’s Tim doing the wanting. Not at all.
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alittleloveddove · 2 days
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would you please show us how you drop to your butterfly...? it's to long ago as we seen you drop like a good girl
Since you asked so nicely 💕
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ao3commentoftheday · 5 months
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do you know where "no beta we die like x" comes from and how it is used?
The term "beta" in this context is short for "beta reader" - a person who reads a fic while it's still in the editing stage and helps the writer get it ready to post. Some betas check grammar. Some check canon compliance. Some are sensitivity readers. There are lots of things that betas can do.
So functionally, saying "no beta" means that the writer didn't get this checked by a second person before they posted it. It's a warning that there might be errors or typos etc. It's mostly used when an author has written something quickly and is posting without doing a lot of (or any) edits first.
As for where it comes from? It all started with a bumper sticker.
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This image was an internet meme at one point, and it got meme'd on in the form of "no ___ we ___ like men"
Here on tumblr, one of the versions that got really popular was from now-deleted user @grec1a who created this version:
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From there, it migrated to AO3 as the "no beta we die like men" tag, and very often the word men is replaced by the name of a character who dies in canon.
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mooreaux · 2 months
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i ADORE deirdre's design and the way you draw her she's sooooo cute.. esp her hair and freckles!
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You made her day 💙
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oldshrewsburyian · 11 months
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As much as I adore your (highly) interesting takes on medievalism and how it differs from what we actually know (or hypothesize) about the medieval period, I don't think I've ever asked: are there any books set in either the real middle ages or some fantasy approximation of the period that you WOULD recommend? They don't have to be "perfect" representations, obviously, but it would be nice to learn about any books that side-step the usual potholes. Thank you!
Hi, friend! A of all, thank you; B of all, there are and I would. From the following list it will become apparent that my criteria are idiosyncratic. Really, I think, the most important thing for my own enjoyment -- for any historical fiction, but especially for that set in the place/time I know best -- is that the work and its author are exploring the period as a way of opening up a conversation between past and present, rather than looking down on the past from the vantage point of the contemporary. This sententious prolegomenon concluded:
The Book Smuggler, Omaima Al-Khamis (eleventh-century Islamicate world, about knowledge and wisdom and religious intolerance)
Morality Play, Barry Unsworth (fourteenth-century England, about justice and law and vocation and community)
The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco (doesn't need my introduction, hilarious and deeply poignant meta-meditation on the genre of the detective story, also on theological debates and the love of one's neighbor and the nature of fear)
Sword at Sunset, Rosemary Sutcliff (fifth-century post-Roman Britain, has some clichés, also some magic, but is so richly imagined and full of people I love. Also good dogs.)
Cadfael Chronicles, Ellis Peters (twelfth-century England; I was wondering why I love these so much and I think a lot of it comes back to how much Ellis Peters loved the particular place she lived/set the books in, and watching the changing of the seasons there, so that that close observation of time -- very medieval! -- is also central. Inequality isn't made invisible or grotesque here, either, and it's often one or the other in Fictional Medieval Europe.)
Isaac of Girona mysteries, Caroline Roe (C14 Spain, also whodunits, but I cannot resist including this charming series about a blind Jewish doctor and his beloved wife and his daughters and the orphan he adopts and his chess-playing buddy the bishop and and and....! It's great.)
The History of the Siege of Lisbon, José Saramago (C12/C20 Portugal, called "metafiction about the instability of history and the reality assumed by fiction" by Kirkus Reviews and... yeah!)
She Who Became The Sun, Shelley Parker-Chan (C15 Ming China, with ghosts, definitely fantasy rather than regular historical fiction, and on the cusp of early modernity, also so so interesting)
The Apothecary's Shop, Roberto Tiraboschi (C12 Venice, deeply weird -- affectionate -- and drawing on Calvino and gialli as well as medieval history; some inaccuracies about women and medicine but I still found it compelling and thought-provoking)
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another-toy-to-break · 5 months
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zarla-s · 15 days
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Just thinking. Gaster had been in the void for quite a long while, surely long enough to where he was used to not seeing anything. So when Sans teleported him out, I feel like suddenly having light in his eye would've left him hissing in pain as he shields his eye, and all the dialogue that's in that scene gets put on hold for several long minutes XD
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TRULY THE GREATEST PUNISHMENT OF ALL assuming eye sockets work for skeletons like that, haha.
Gaster swearing is like :o but I was thinking about that one older comic where he swore in front of the brothers and they started copying him, much to his dismay. Not a common thing, but sometimes!
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clangenrising · 2 days
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Firstly, GOOD SOUP
Secondly, a couple of things I want to mention that make me go MMMMM:
- Russetfrond takes the lead instead of keeping his eyes on Mystique, exposing his back to her. He trusts her
-Russetfrond, like every other warrior cat before him, thinks Mystique is weak because she's a kittypet
-Russetfrond, unlike every other warrior cat before him, proceeds to get his butt whooped by the aforementioned kittypet (while she is clearly playing with him, too)
-Mystique beginning to come to terms with the shadow truth. At least, she wants to help the clan, which is some acknowledgement that "hey maybe you aren't the bad guys in this situation"
Very well noticed >;3c
The latest piece is pretty important as far as chains of events go so I'm glad that people are picking up at least some of what I'm putting down.
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bokettochild · 2 days
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Imagining Time as a dad, going off your ‘time has no idea what he’s doing’ post lol:
That one meme about throwing it out.
Time: Honey, the kid didn’t eat her dinner!
Malon: That’s ok, just throw it out :)
Time, confused: *pushing Kid onto front porch*
Yeah! Except, in the case of a daughter, I think I've already established that Links, in general, are girl dads, so if it was a daughter he'd immediately go to "why would we throw out our princess, Malon?"
With a son though? Yeah it's more "you heard your mother, outside you go?" and because it's a child of a Link, they are just as confused but compliant as he is. Their son would be standing on the porch until Malon says it's time for bed and asks where he is.
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dynasoar5 · 10 hours
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I don't normally ask this question but whereabouts are you from? Feel free to ignore this ask if this is invasive
i am from 72.1 million years ago
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ohbo-ohno · 4 months
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Okay but *gulp* soap with his dick slipping out and accidentally pressing into the wrong hole. Doesn’t stop him from continuing tho
listen LISTEN listen - yeah!! soap is 100% the kind of asshole to do this!!
1.7k soap x f!reader "wrong hole" drabble 🫶 (cw: pwp smut, noncon anal sex between partners (also unrealistic anal sex), pussy drunk johnny)
You arch further into Johnny, slick skin sliding along slick skin as your mouth drops open on a moan.
“Jo-Johnny,” you pant, gripping tightly to his broad shoulders. “Feels ssooo- so good.”
“Yeah?” He grunts from above you, mohawk messy and dripping sweat. “Bet it- bet it feels big, huh?”
You whine, pushing your hips closer to him as he slams home inside of you. “So big,” you agree, your mind draining from you slowly as he pulls nearly the entire way out on every thrust, leaving you almost empty before filling you to the brim. “God, you’re so good, Johnny.”
“Fuck, yes,” he pants, arms wrapping around your back and squeezing you tight to him. Your hips are pushed a little further up, a little closer to him. You wrap both your legs around his waist, hold him as tight as he does you. He only manages to keep up his rhythm through pure strength, easily able to overpower your grip.
“So good,” he mimics, eyes squeezed shut. You can’t look away from him - the sweat dripping down the side of his tanned face, the wrinkles and scars decorating his skin, the way he looks like he’s either in agony or euphoria. “Feel so perfect, so tight. Fuck, missed you so much, lass, missed your perfect cunt.”
Your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he hits the perfect spot inside of you, body limp in his arms. You feel almost like a doll, like a toy for him to fuck, but he’s so good at it that you can’t even begin to care.
The both of you devolve into moans, occasionally trying to speak and choking on your words. You might feel embarrassed of what a mess Johnny’s made of you, if he weren’t in the same condition.
He pulls out completely on several thrusts in a row, both of you gasping at the sensation - you, because it’s a shock to go from nothing to everything completely and him, because every thrust inside of you when he’s pulled all the way out feels like the first. You dig your nails into his muscles, pushing your chest against his for all the physical contact you can manage.
It happens too quickly for you to even really notice. One second Johnny is rearranging your guts, giving you the best dick of your life, and the next you feel like you’re being torn in two.
You nearly scream, eyes flying open and nails dragging down his back, peeling skin off. Johnny’s loud groan drowns you out almost entirely, and he doesn’t seem to notice what he’s done.
You notice. Your unstretched ass feels like it’s on fire, and after your first sound of shock you can’t get enough breath in to try and say it hurts. 
Johnny can’t thrust the whole way in, like he had in your pussy. Your body gives him too much resistance, which is what finally makes him realize.
You’re nearly blinded by the tears filling your eyes when he finally blinks open, staring down at you.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, and you can feel his heart racing against your chest. “Did I-? Am I in your-?”
“Pull out,” you gasp, tapping at his back desperately. “Oh my god, Johnny, pull out, I can’t- fuck, you’re too big.”
That’s the wrong thing to say - instead of pulling out, he groans, dropping his forehead to yours and letting his eyes fall shut again. You let out a long, high whine when his hips push forward, slowly spearing you further and further on his cock.
You’re made mute by the pain, left only with your nails as defense as you try and tear his back to shreds. You should know better, though - Johnny’s a masochist, and pain you inflict only drives him more insane.
“God, you’re fuckin’ stranglin’ me,” he pants, pulling out just enough to force himself a few inches deeper. “Thought your cunt was tight, but it’s nothin’ compared to this.”
“Johnny- please.”
“So fucking warm.” He looks nearly delirious above you, pupils blown so wide you can barely see his iris even as close as you are. “Tight.”
“Johnny,” you whine, even as the slide becomes a little bit easier from all the slick dripping from your cunt. “Hurts, please, you gotta… gotta stop.”
He makes a sound that’s somewhere between soothing and a snarl, a low sound that makes you instinctually arch further towards him and then yelp when that gives him more leverage.
“You’re fine,” he comforts - well, the words should be a comfort but his tone is almost dismissive. “You’re wet, I can feel it.”
“Not enough,” you cry, half choking on a sob when you feel him finally bottom out inside of you. “Ok, ok, please pull- pull out, Johnny.”
“But you feel so good,” he purrs, butting his nose against your temple. “Fuckin’ hot little ass, huh lass? You’re squeezin’ me so good, you sure you want me to pull out?”
“Yes!”
You feel the sharp smile pressed against your temple and hiccup a sob, shifting your legs so that instead of wrapping around him you’re trying to push him away. But he’s too strong for you to make him move, and he only shoves himself even further inside of you by leaning his weight forward.
“I think you’re lying,” he almost sings, grinding his hips deep inside of you. He shifts briefly, holding himself above you on one arm and sneaking the other between your bodies and down to your pussy.
You cry out when his fingers work quickly at your clit, tight fast circle that have you shaking and moaning. It’s almost enough to drown out the pain of having your back hole stretched so ruthlessly - almost.
“Here,” he says, dipping his hand down a little further to almost scoop the slick dripping from you, smearing it around your plugged hole like he’s trying to make up for the lack of lube in the first place. He pulls out about halfway, thrusting back in and moaning when you cry out. “Th-there, how’s that feel?”
“Still hurts,” you manage to get out through your sobs, eyes squeezed shut against the pain.
Johnny’s panting like a dog above you as he starts to fuck you again, his pace sharper and uncaring about your sensitivity. You can’t help but clench down, your inner muscles squeezing tight in an attempt to push him out that only drags him further in. 
You can’t do anything but lay there and take it - as he moans repeatedly into your ear - while he fucks you. The pain eases after a bit, your own wetness making the path at least slightly easier, but the sharp sting never fully dissipates. Your tears don’t dry up, and you’re nowhere close to the orgasm that had been building before.
Johnny’s your complete opposite - he’s lost in his own pleasure, and your desperate scratches down his back only make things better for him. If you’d thought he was euphoric before, he looks like he’s found Nirvana now. You’re not sure if he’s so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he can’t hear your pain, or if your pain is what’s driving him more and more insane with pleasure.
For your own sake, you pray it’s the first.
He doesn’t last long - thank God - and only a few minutes later his thrusts get choppier and choppier, jerking in and out of you without any rhythm at all.
“Gonna make me come, bonnie, fuck.”
You can only stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as Johnny buries his face in the crook of your neck and comes deep inside of your ass, the hot spurt of his come a distant sensation with the stretch of his cock still at the front of your mind.
“Alright, alright, pull… pull out now, Johnny, please,” you beg again, too shell-shocked to even flinch at the embarrassing crack in your voice.
He obeys wordlessly, pulling his limp cock out slowly enough to make you whine when he finally leaves you empty.
“Hush, hush,” he quiets you, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone and brushing over your spread hole with his fingers. You jolt and whine, turning to press your face into his sweat-soaked mohawk. “You’re alright, didn’t even tear.”
“You-you sure?” You sniffle.
He chuckles a little, the sound vibrating through your chests. “Yeah, you’re alright, lass. Didn’t think I would really hurt you, did’ya?”
You can only whine.
His fingers dip inside your back hole just long enough to drag out some of his come, moving up to shove it inside of your pussy.
“There ya go,” he soothes, repeating the process again and again. “Still got a nice load in your guts, you're alright." His fingers lift to your clit, rubbing in perfect circles to make you arch and gasp, squirming for more pleasure despite the growing ache in your other hole.
He brings you to a slow orgasm, one that has the last of your tears dripping down your cheeks and clinging to his shoulders like a life raft. Your breaths are uneven, heartbeat quick in your chest, and you feel fuzzy around the edges.
Unlike usual, Johnny stops at one orgasm. You almost expect him to keep going like he always does, never satisfied with less than three for you and two for him, but he pulls his hand away after your first pained whines start again.
He doesn’t get off of you, letting his weight push you deeper and deeper into the couch cushions. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you and breathing in his musk. It takes a while to get your breathing even again, though Johnny’s levels out in moments.
You only let your eyes close once his snores start up, loud in your ear. The rumbling of his chest is a comfort, and you float into sleep with Johnny’s sweaty body pressed firmly against every part of yours, and the ache in your ass only growing more noticeable with every breath.
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