#// thanks for the ask!

[stealingpotatoes]

Ahsoka deserves to bite Palpatine

SHE DOES!!

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

#this machine bites fascists #ahsoka tano #sheev palpatine #star wars the clone wars #my doods #thanks for the ask! #biteysoka

[keyunto]

hello!!

so sorry to ask, but could i ask for a lilia drawing too?

no pressure at all!!

i know you just made one but lilia is my oshi, and I really love your art, and how you made him look!!

thank you for being alive and drawing all your lovely drawings!

WAH thank you sm for your kind words!!! i appreciate it very much

i bestow upon you lilia & tsum drinking tomato juice with sippy straws

#keybox #thanks for the ask! #my art #art #doodle #twisted wonderland #twst #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #twst tsum tsum

[hypewinter]

Bit of a long post

Danny has a core. He's the only ghost with a core. Or rather, he just has the power to absorb forms of energy that would kill anyone else and condense it inside himself

Which is why he survived the portal (3 times), Vortex (basically a god) zapping him, and blasted by every single ghost with a grudge in Phantom Planet (which includes Pariah Dark, thank you animation errors)

Incidentally, since the core is the sole reason Phantom exists, Dan and Dani (and the dead clones) need cores of their own due to coming from Danny, but don't come with any built in. Dani needs one a lot more since Dan's core is the Plasmius half of him

Ok what if these core substitutes were lantern cores? I would say Dani runs into Green Lantern (Let's say Kyle Rayner because why not) and gets this boost of stability from his battery. In the process this drains the battery and freaks Green Lantern out so it's off to Oa with both of them. There, Dani feels this pull from the main core. A strong urge that she needs to touch it. And before anyone can react, she's already absorbing the core. Becoming one with it and Ion in the process. This stabilizes Dani and gives her a major power boost as well. She has to stay on Oa for a time before she figures out how to impart some of her power back into the core but after that, she's a walking talking battery who just so happens to prefer Earth (As if the Green Lanterns of Earth weren't overpowered enough).

When Dani finally makes it back to Earth the first thing she does is excitedly explain to the others how she has a core now and is also a super powerful semi deity or something. Pretty cool right? Cue Danny and Dan slow blinking, "You became a what now?" Danny is kinda huffy because "I didn't become a super powerful semi deity when I got a core. All I got were death threats and responsibilities."

Meanwhile Dan gets excited because while he's not in dire straits without a core like Dani was, he technically needs one too. No he's not going out to look for a lantern corps just to become more powerful. That's ridiculous. You're just jealous Danny. Anyway off he goes and a short time later, he finds Indigo Tribe. Apparently their emotion is Compassion (gross). But they're all about rehabilitation which he supposes is what he's been doing after being released plus these guys are kinda fun to be around. Especially the not quite all the way rehabilitated ones. So one core absorption and merge with Proselyte later and Dan is now the entity of Indigo.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter answers #thanks for the ask!

[ideavian]

Hi ! I really like your art, especially the colors you use and the way you shade things ! I'd love to try something like that and was wondering if you could perhaps explain your technique or make a small tutorial ? (Or if you could share it again if you've already made one before ?)

Thank you !

Aw thank you! I’m glad you like it wwww

I wasn’t sure what you were looking for exactly so I just made a tutorial on how I usually shade clothes alsksks I hope it’s helpful!

Basically triangles are my best friend I love triangles

Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to see!

#thanks for the ask! #I’ve never done a tutorial before so I hope it’s not too confusing akdkdkd

[foolsocracy]

I can't help but notice you haven't posted any angst in a while and I'm suspicious

whipped this one up just for u anon

#a guy can only post 3 happy artworks before the people get concerned..... #LMAOOO jokes jokes #heres a .. colored sketch? #anyway behold the recurring dream ive given pete where hes ummmmmmmmmmmm inside uncle bens ribcage #i think abt it all the time but ive never actually done anything w it so here we go #blood #gore #not actually i dont think but im straying on the safe side #i messed around w it enough where u cant even see any organs or anything (much) #bones #idk #skeleton #i feel like thats everything maybe #ask to tag #might make a nice finished piece w this who knows #anon #asks #thanks for the ask! #glad to know angst is still my brand #such is life as a noir blog #peter benjamin parker #spiderman noir #spider man noir #spider noir #my art #bOOM thats so many tags #double art night guys who cheered #this and the stupid ass music one LMAOO the range #made this in an hour and a half lets see what i think of it in the morning when i wake up lol

[hogans-heroes]

HC that once they’re back home, Gale starts wearing Bucky’s clothes, mainly on rougher days. He likes having that reminder that he’s not alone, that makes him feel warm and safe, especially because he can get away with it in public where most people won’t notice his shirt is a bit too loose around the shoulders. Bucky always notices right away though; has since the first time he caught Gale and teasingly asked if that was his shirt only for Buck to quietly hum while rubbing the fabric between his fingers with this indescribable look on his face that had Bucky feeling overwhelmed. It ends up leaving him feeling a little extra protective after that, especially with how it shows off flashes of delicate collarbones and how the sleeves cover everything except Gale’s fingertips. One time he even finds Buck bundled up in his new “hated” Sherpa jacket and he can’t help laughing when Buck just looks back at him like an angry kitten even as he ducks further into the coat.

Anon you have made my entire year with this and I’m so sorry I didn’t get to it sooner! My HEART IS MELTED JUST LIKE BUCKY OMGGGG😭😭❤️❤️

I’ve seen photos of Austin in shirts/sweaters that’s are big on him, over the hands and falling over collarbones and it’s the sweetest thing ever you are so right that Bucky would be overwhelmed with emotion and protectiveness!! And having Bucky’s clothes and scent would be so comforting to Gale IM EMO. I so want to see this in a fic, someone please, I beg you.

#mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #clegan #thanks for the ask! #too emotional I’m DYING

[its-elsy]

please tag your angs, I WANT ZIM AND DIB TO BE HAPPY TOGHETER

Sorry about that. Here have something soft. As a treat.

#my art #invader zim #invaderzim #iz zim #zim iz #dib membrane #invader zim art #zadr art #iz zadr #zadr #third tallest au #enjoy while you can #that’s all you’re getting when it comes to fluff #thanks for the ask!

[i-love-linux-and-reject-gender]

which 4 planets in the solar system would you get rid of?

mercury (nobody remember him anyway)

uranus (boring ass ball)

venus (what are you gonna do over there, boil?)

neptune (the guy is far away and a less good version of jupiter, obsolete)

#thanks for the ask!

[devilsrecreation]

What are your thoughts on Makuu x Ma Tembo? It makes no sense, but this crack ship interests me.

Glad you asked! I didn’t make it up, I found it purely on reddit.

Personally, I ship them platonically. I like how Makuu has gained respect for Ma Tembo’s no-nonsense attitude, so they’ve become close friends. They both have their flaws but come from a good place and they grow into better animals together. Maybe Ma Tembo’s almost like a mother-figure to him in a way

But I have to agree, the crack ship is kinda funny if you ask me. Imagine Makuu’s stubborn ass backing down/changing his mind all because of an elephant looking at him a certain way.

#thanks for the ask! #i love talking about TLG ships #crack or otherwise #crack ships #the lion guard

[branchsbunkerblog]

Hey Branch! So, we all know that Floyd is your favorite out of your brothers, but who's your second favorite? Also, are you aware of how much you and John Dory are alike?

Branch: Hmmm....my second favorite will actual be John Dory. Yeah, and that's why I'm so aware that me and him are alike. We're both survivalists!!

#branch trolls #trolls branch #brozone #trolls band together #trolls floyd #trolls #dreamworks trolls #thanks for the ask! #ask me anything

[feministkomaeda]

nagito, what do you think about Teruteru and Kazuichi?

While I admire the both of them greatly as symbols of hope, their conduct towards girls…leaves a lot to be desired. As an ally to women, I’ve taken it upon myself to call that sort of behavior out when I see it, but it’s pretty hard to renounce certain ideals when they’re so ingrained into you, you know?

I think we’re making good progress, though. We’re really close to a breakthrough with Teruteru. He didn’t even sexually harass anyone yesterday! It’s amazing what Ultimates are capable of when they put their mind to it. I think he should kill himself

#thanks for the ask! #nagito komaeda #danganronpa

[stealingpotatoes]

I’ve only had bd1 for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself-chopper probably

and chopper would be so real for that

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

#rebel survivor #chopper #c1 10p #bd 1 #star wars #jfo #star wars rebels #my doods #thanks for the ask!

[austajunk]

10D with the arson color palette with Hitman Zilch? Arson is a Zilch word

You know, Yomi *would* date a guy who set five people on fire, wouldn't he?

#oh fake Zilch #hehe i went too ham with this #I'm sorry #mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #fake zilch alexander #zilch alexander #hitman zilch #i love him #thanks for the ask! #color palete challenge #emotions challenge

[buckets-of-dirt]

Top 5 things to find on an excavation (artefacts or non-artefacts; 'find' can be interpreted however you like)?

1. Cats

Can you say "site mascot"? Nothing turns a crowd of archaeologists into a cooing mess faster than an unexpected kitty, no matter how tough and professional they try to pretend they are. They're usually very pushy site visitors, but they're so dang cute that I don't even mind when they step into my unit without permission. Though there was the one that rolled in poison ivy and then immediately demanded scritches...

2. Stories

Those once in a lifetime finds you'll still be talking about at parties when you're 80. The trowel that went missing. Assemblages that create little mysteries you'll never unravel. The time the truck got stuck. That Tim Hortons your crew is never allowed to go back to. Your first projectile point. How hard so-and-so cried on backfill day

3. Friendship

Excavation crews share a special bond that can only be forged through engaging in many hours of often-tedious manual labour together over a few weeks or months. And you'll need this bond to get through (especially with the kinds of deadlines you have to work under in CRM). You may never see some of these people again, but if you're lucky you might find a lifelong friend or several down there in the dirt. Even the short-term friendships you form are important, though, because excavations aren't always within commuting distance of your home and it's pretty miserable never socializing with anyone outside of field hours

4. Artifacts that clearly belonged to kids

Toys, learning aids, first attempts at tool making, all fantastic. Even frozen Charlottes and tiny shoes, both of which are often seen as "creepy", make me smile. I am not immune to evidence of people being people, okay? Go look at the toys found in the Indus Valley sites (particularly the MANY found in the cities' extensive drainage systems) and remember how to feel joy

5. Textiles and textile-adjacent artifacts

We all knew this one was coming, let's be real. It's no secret that I love textiles. Several of my hobbies are fibre arts and I'm always looking for new ones to try, and this love of textile technologies extends into my archaeological work. Unfortunately for me, textiles themselves rarely survive in most contexts. But happily, there are other artifacts related to textiles that do survive. Buttons, thimbles, needles, loom weights, beads, spindle whorls . . . and then there's certain pottery decoration styles that everyone who knows me is thoroughly sick of hearing about. I will put down whatever I'm working on, no matter what, to go see any find related to textiles

#thanks for the ask! #I tried very hard for this to not turn into a list of artifacts I desperately want to find #original post

[atrueneutral]

Just read the last chapter of HWBASK (I somehow missed that chapter 😅) and... I've got to ask...

What does/did Raphael do when a current/potential client insults Tav?

What does/did Raphael do when a current/potential client tries to flirt or make a pass at Tav and/or tries to include some funny business involving her as part of their contract with the devil?

What does/did Raphael do when a current/potential client does both?

“Color me not surprised to see the Hero of Baldur’s Gate here,” said the brute of a man who had come to the Devil’s Den seeking a deal - as anyone always ever did.

Since arriving a minute ago, full of swagger, he was pegged by Tav to be ugly, arrogant, and unpleasant.

“Is it true, hero? You’ll fuck a devil to save a person’s soul? How many fiends have you spread your legs for?”

Ah, and what he had for brawn was there to compensate for his lack of brains.

But, to answer his question, she’d spread her legs for two fiends to be exact. One of which she fucked on a regular basis - irregardless of a soul hanging in the balance.

The very fiend (who looked quite handsome as a human) stood not too far away from where she sat pretending to read her new favorite romance novel. Being a lawful fellow (though still evil in many regards), Raphael cooly leaned against the writing desk with no outward reaction to the salacious attack against her reputation - outward being the key word. She snuck a glance from over her book and could tell he was visualizing a future where the man’s soul was nothing more than a tasty meal.

“Are you deaf, hero?” asked the man.

“Speak to me, not to her - you are here for a devil’s deal, are you not?”

The man snorted in her direction before turning his attention to Raphael.

“Alright, devil. Let’s talk.”

—

“Then we have an accord?” Raphael oozed warmth - his steps slow in taking him from the desk to the man. “You are to procure a Bag of Devouring and personally deliver it to me in this very room - in three weeks time. In return for completion of this task, I will see to the end of your rival and his gang. If you are unable to deliver the item I seek within the allotted time, then there is the unfortunate matter of a price to be paid.” 

“My soul, is that it?” asked the brute, smiling with yellowed teeth.

“Why, yes - your soul would be a fine price,” responded Raphael, smiling with devilish charm.

Anticipation burned in his eyes.

The brute was not so brainless to accept on the spot; he mulled it over for about half a minute, but it was clear he predicted a favorable outcome.

“Agreed - and I think I’ve heard of this schtick.” The brute regarded Tav. “You’re gonna travel with me, yeah, sweetheart? Help me out?”

Rather than read (for the fifth time) the paragraph in which the protagonist and antagonist expressed their hatred for one another before kissing, Tav pondered on ugly, arrogant, and unpleasant souls and what they tasted like to fiends.

Something flavorful, she supposed, for behind his mask of congeniality, Raphael was gnawing at the bit for a bite.

Snap!

An infernal pairing of contract and quill appeared in front of the brute’s face - conveniently obstructing his view of her.

“All that’s left to do is sign,” Raphael said evenly.

The brute snatched the quill from the air with his meaty hand, pointed tip and ink was put to parchment, and the words blazed after a quick scrawl of a signature. Little time was given to the man to read anything (as if his tiny brain could understand Infernal in the first place) for the signed contract quickly disappeared in a plume of smoke and embers.

“Best of luck to you,” Raphael purred, allowing a sneer to eek through.

“I’ve had worse odds before,” the brute replied with a cocky shrug. “But, speaking of luck, how about it, sweetheart? How about you give the devil a good fucking when I leave? A good fuck for good luck - all for my dear, sweet soul.”

“Infiltrating Zhentil Keep for a Bag of Devouring…” Tav whistled as she flipped to the next page. “I remember doing something eerily similar not too long ago. Whether or not you make it out as I did… well…”

She pulled a face that said: unlikely.

“Aren’t you coming with me?”

“I might be too busy fucking the devil - not for luck or for your soul, mind you.” For the first time, she met the brute’s stare - his arrogance was fraying into worry. “But because I enjoy it.”

“You’re obligated to do this with me!”

Tav laughed, “Says who or what? The rumors?”

“I put my soul on the line because of the guarantee!” The brute snarled, moving towards her in anger.

There was a flash and burst, and a large, pointed red wing fanned out to block the brute’s path. Tav was saddened that she could not witness the man’s reaction to seeing Raphael’s true form -  especially when her cambion looked so wonderfully antagonistic.

“A fool shall run a fool’s errand,” Raphael announced. “Run along, little fool.”

The brute snarled again in anger, and his bootsteps stormed for the door.

“Wait!” Tav shouted. The steps halted and Raphael refocused his glare on her. “If I were feeling up to a journey, when and where would I meet you? No guarantees, of course…”

An audible sound of relief.

“The bridge from the Lower City to Wyrm’s rock - dawn.”

After a moment, the door opened and then shut with a slam.

There was another flash and burst of fire as Raphael returned to his mortal disguise.

“Don’t look so peeved with me,” Tav scoffed. “I’m peeved with you! You know I hate Zhentil Keep…”

“You are under no obligation to go. It’s the fault of your own moral code - helping any and every mortal who steps into this den...”

“He’s not the first asshole and he won’t be the last.” Sighing, Tav closed her book and stuffed it into the pack that laid at her chair’s feet. “But, in all honesty, I won’t be too upset if you win this one either. The odds aren’t looking favorable - given your stipulation of three weeks.”

Raphael smirked. “A fair stipulation.”

“Says the devil,” came her droll reply. She stood while throwing her pack around her shoulder. “I think I’ll walk home tonight and will probably hit the hay as soon as I get back - early rise and all.”

“Mm, I’d join you on your stroll, but there are other matters I must attend to.”

Tav headed for the door. “Don’t take too long - I’ve unfortunately grown accustomed to you being in my bed.”

When she reached for the handle-

“Does it bother you?”

Raphael did not need to clarify his question; the remnants of his play, particularly the gossip that overran the city and followed the local hero wherever she went, had evolved into other less-than-savory rumors. Seeing the futility in denying the slander, Tav leaned into taking each blow on the chin and hoped that rumors of her good-deeds would one day overtake the bad.

“Some days more than others,” she answered truthfully.

Raphael blinked at her, something on his mind, but he merely nodded for the exit.

“Hurry home, dearest.”

“I will, under the fair stipulation that you hurry with your business - it’s cold out and I’ll want to wrap around my personal furnace.” She twisted the handle and opened the door. Pausing, Tav threw a last look his way. “I’m happy, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“And I’ll be happy - when this man’s soul is mine,” said her beloved antagonist.

To counter, the protagonist held her head heroically high. “Not a chance in Hell, you rat-fucking-bastard.”

At that, Tav left the Devil’s Den with a smile on her face.

—-

#thanks for the ask! #I see him letting things play out as he doesn’t want to intervene and possibly lose out on a soul that he could have EXTRA fun torturing #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x tav fanfiction #my writing #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3 fanfiction #Hwbask #answered

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

based on that one post, can i get a Harvey reacting to the Farmer who's eating the books after reading them at a un-yoba-ly pace? bonus points if they're married!

Pffff! Eating books 🤣 You probably mean this post, dear anon, right?

I got such a laugh out of that headcanon. In this ask, though, I changed the script a bit, namely that it was Harvey who thought the Farmer was literally eating the books, when in fact the books just disappear from their hands after reading (like the spell book in Skyrim that disappear from Dovakhiin's inventory forever when read). Hope you enjoy it 💕 Thanks for the ask!

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Farmer was always fond of eating something tasty during an interesting reading. Harvey also knew this habit of his spouse, so one evening, when they were both resting from a hard day, Harvey prepared tea with healthy sweets and fruits for himself and Farmer.

They gratefully took the plate of food, not forgetting to kiss their caring husband, then immediately stuffed their mouths with a few slices of orange, and sat down at a chair near the cozy fireplace. Harvey sat down in another chair that was close by.

Farmer asked Harvey to give him a book they had recently bought, and the doctor gladly complied with their request. No sooner had he asked what the book was about than the said object disappeared from Farmer's hands.

It's a good thing Harvey put aside his cup of tea at that moment, or he would have dropped it on his pants for sure. Farmer had forgotten to tell their husband that their bookreading was going on a little.... different. Seeing Harvey's face go pale, they began to gibber their explanation quickly (with mouth still full of orange's slice).

However, the doctor himself did not perceive any information at the moment, as his brain began to search for a logical explanation of what had just happened before his eyes. The book had just been here, and it was now gone, Farmer wouldn't have time to throw it away so quickly, Farmer's mouth was full of something...

The formula is: Vanished book + Farmer's mouth full = ?! Hold on...

"Dear, did you just eat... a book?" Such a question almost made Farmer choke and freeze in place. Harvey stood up and slowly walked over to his spouse, who squirmed in their chair in fear. "Darling, spit out the paper, please."

Never had the Farmer seen the doctor look so menacing. It frightened them so much that they took and swallowed the food at last. Harvey took it a little too emotionally.

"Farmer! Why did you swallow the book!" The worried doctor immediately took Farmer by the arm to go with them to the clinic for a gastric lavage. And Farmer realised that they would have to spend a very long time explaining the concept of spell and magic tomes.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv harvey #sdv farmer #thanks for the ask! #sdv headcanons