#THANKS FOR THE ASK ILY

[liketheletter-l]

Hi!!!! Just wanted to say ur little jester Totally not leo guy is so silly and fun he gives me so much cuteness aggression I need to crumple him into a ball and chew on the porcelain shards. Okay bye hope ur having a good time

Yes you should do all of that please break him into tiny little pieces it'll be good for him!!

it's his fault i bought CMYK markers and stayed up way too goddamn late about these 💔

#THANKS FOR THE ASK ILY #GENUINELY EVERY TIME I SEE YOUR TAGS OR ASKS IT MAKES MY WEEK #LITERALLY. NO BULLSHIT HERE IM GIDDY THE WHOLE SEVEN DAYS #AAAAA ❤️💕💛💖💚💘💞💘🧡💕💚 #letter art #letter asks #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt fanart #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo fanart #rise leo #rise leo fanart #eye strain #tw eye strain #cw eye strain #jester leo #snowglobe au

[wordy-little-witch]

Shanks and Buggy should both be regressors because Shanks also feels like a mayoralty depressed little guy to me and if anyone has taken a number just as much as Buggy did from his days as a Roger pirate it’s him thanks for listening to my Ted talk.

No but srsly I can just imagine Shanks as having some extremely off days where he usually drinks himself into a stupor because yay bad coping mechanism, but what would actually do him some good is to feel taken care off again or to at least be with someone who „gets it“

Buggy would absolutely „get it“, even tough he also probably would be reluctant to even just watch after a regressed Shanks at first. Probably has an easier time when he’s also regressed and feeling just a bit older than Shanks and can take that responsibility („older“ is a broad term here since Shanks regression is mostly nonverbal and also muddled. He could be anywhere from 15 to 5 and sometimes he’s somehow both at the same time somehow). In that case he will go absolutely „annoyed but caring older brother“ mode on Shanks tough, who’d just follow him around like an oversized Puppy and mostly just watches him do stuff with curiosity. Rarely initiates anything play related, rarely talks and rarely asks for anything, but if Buggy snatches a knife out of his hand and berated him for using something so dangerous in his state, before cutting the apple Shanks was about to cut himself, he’ll just beam at him with happiness.

Oh and also, chews on everything. Chews on the cloth of his coat, chews on his fingers, chews on random piece of driftwood he found at the beach. Has probably more than once been catapulted out of his regressive state because he was chewing on a pen and then realized to his horror that „Oh fuck. I obliterated this thing.“ before looking at a befuddled Benn with blue ink all over his lips.

YESYESYES THIS THIS ENTIRELY THIS X100000000

Okay but on a absolutely dead serious note, I feel like Shanks regressing as well is absolutely within realm of possibilities. I feel like Buggy probably does it more... idk, visibly? Identifiably? Shanks usually passes as just "Oh it's just one of those moods" whereas Buggy hides away instinctively and struggles to let anyone in on that level of vulnerability because of how absolutely WACKED out his trust issues are.

Honestly, when it comes down to it, they both have this ingrained instinctive reaction to one another. Buggy is feeling too tiny in the face of the world? Shanks can't tell where his lines end and the world begins beneath the fluff and fuzz? Small things of each other are what brings comfort.

Buggy has a red blanket, his favorite blanket with eyelets and lacing, he adores it, the fiddling, the texture, the color, and he refuses to tell anyone or admit to himself that, half asleep, cuddling that blanket, the lacing pressed to his cheek, it isn't a tent around him, earth beneath him, it isn't on land where he's resting - it's on a boat, in a tiny storage room turned cabin, in a hammock or on the floor or in a familiar yet distant bed, far too big for a far larger man,, sea salt in the air and his Red under his snuggling might.

When Shanks is fuzzy and struggling to process input, struggling to offer output beyond the pressure in his teeth against whatever can soothe the urge, he is staring at the sea, he is looking at the shifting blue hues and remembering bright hair and brighter eyes that shifted just the same with the waves of emotion in a familiar little face. He is remembering a time when he would feel funny like this and a smaller, paler, scarred little hand would grab his and drag him away from whatever was going on, would gently smack a knife from his hand, would take over and complain with faux-anger in his high little voice as he mothered the redhead and blushed furiously when Shanks turned that warm-fuzzy-heated-happiness into a smile to give to him.

Even decades later, years apart, pieces of each other remain and offer comfort when needed the most.

Should the rifts between them ever mend, should a world exist where the rift is not there, or is not quite to jagged and jarring, they'd be each other's. They always have been and always will be, soulmates in any and ever way imaginable, a connection deeper than labels can define and beyond the spectrum that humans use.

They, to this day, would find safety and security with each other. Buggy's regression is still hypervigilant, perceptive and cerebral which offsets Shanks' body and brawn. They click in ways most can't fathom but simply Is and Was and Will Be.

The first time Shanks visits Karai Bari, Crocodile and Mihawk see it first hand. There is a time frame there, and initial setting of the stage. Buggy and Shanks fall into banter as easily as breathing, biting comments and affable laughter, but it's in the body language that the truth lies. It's how Buggy can lean into Shank's space, on the side of his missing arm, pass into that vulnerable spot and Shanks does not move away. He just smiles, easily, as if this isn't something he'd flinched away from not even three years ago when Mihawk himself passed that space. It's how Shanks reaches out easily and catches one of Buggy's flailing arms and the jester doesn't disconnect to keep moving, just squirms and complains loudly. It's how they easily meet eyes and millions of words are exchanged between two men with barely a thought.

It's then how later on in the night, as they are relaxing post dinner, Mihawk feels the pickling-flowering-gauzy sensation Buggy's Haki makes when he is teetering on headspaces, when he makes the decision to attempt a tasteful exit with his little clown in toe, and the swordsman watches as Buggy slips easily into Shanks's space, grabs his bottle of nameless drink, and drops it to the floor with a pout. "No," he demands, grabbing Shanks by the cheeks and bonking their heads together. "'S bad for you."

Mihawk expects many thing and yet nothing by way of reaction from his former rival. By the way Crocodile shifts his weight and hand minutely, he is preparing as well. Neither is ready for the little plume of strawberry-spiced-clouds by way of the other emperor's energy oozing from him as he laughs - it's nearly a giggle, nearly a snicker, and his hand comes up to tap-tap pause tap-tap on the freckled arm of his clown-faced captor.

Buggy just giggles, nodding. Shanks beams and doesn't hesitate, lunging. Mihawk is quick to grab Crocodile's shoulder, palm haki coated to be safe, watching on as he realizes suddenly that the two Emperors before him had so suddenly, so readily, become the two little Princes before him in complete confidence. There's an emotional component there, he knows, can feel it in his diaphragm, but that takes the back burner in lieu of the dawning realization from his sand man boyfriend at his hip, watching the children cling and laugh and push at each other.

Before a scaffold was built in a small east blue city some two decades ago, two boys were each other's in a way nobody could explain or replicate. It was a bond forged on survival, trauma, codependency, and dreams bigger than their little hearts even put together could weather. Despite the tlchanging tides and dawning eras and passing days-months-years between, they've never strayed far from that - front what they are, from who they are to each other. They've changed. But that's always the same.

And now, they have just a few more people on hand who are willing to ride the waves there at their sides in varying capacities.

Mihawk and Crocodile never expected to have two semi feral part time kids, but weirder things have happened.

They don't really mind rolling with those punches

#sorry if i made it more buggy focused #tried balancing it #i love he #regressor shanks!!!! #regressor buggy #agere one piece #agere buggy #witchy answers!! #tHANKS FOR THE ASK ILY

[buttertrait-old]

I know holly is clumsy by the amount of bandages she has on her legs… I know she just fell into a bush somewhere 😭😭😭

she probably fell over on the farm she’s honestly that clumsy! literally after she finished planting her crops she almost fell and i was like please bestie

#she’s just in a silly goofy mood #thanks for the ask ily #sim: holly thornberry #max asks

[simarcana]

👑 and🚪for Allika!

I made two version for the Royal fit because I couldn't resist putting a gown on him and I was right, he looks so pretty?

Please don't tell anyone he's a cryptid with heavy eyebags at home, he wants people to think he looks like a cute cloud 24/7

#THANKS FOR THE ASK ILY #answers #c: alika diamandis #ts4 #ts4 cas #ts4 tag game #ts4 screenshot #void-imp

[alelelesimz]

you’re super funny to be around irl, you hate phone calls and you wear wide leg jeans/tote bags combo!

omg yes!! i do love making people laugh with my dumb jokes and i hate phone calls i literally always ignore them :p and yes i wear mostly wide leg pants however although i adore tote bags they keep falling off my shoulder so i’m more of a backpack/crossbody bag person!

#thanks for the ask ily #ask game

[angelmichelangelo]

From the prompt list: #89 for Marc x Layla, pretty please?

“I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.” 

Hands tremble, the paper beneath them crumples under the pressing weight of his thumb. There is his name, the only one that she knows of, smeared in wet ink dipped over and under the dotted line, a stark blue against the black print.

There is the envelope set across him, the pen that he'd used to scrawl his signature. The heavy press of his heart against the inside of his chest. It feels so final, seeing the block letters across the top.

'DIVORCE AGREEMENT'

The rest of the document that requires his involvement remains blank and waiting. His hand hovers for a moment, the muscles beneath his skin aches to reach for the pen and scratch across his name, tear through it and pretend like it perhaps never existed.

He doesn't grab the pen. He doesn't rip the sheet of paper into tiny little shreds and scatter them like snowfall into his waste paper basket.

He folds the paper in thirds, the blunt end of his nail creating a sharp edge and he slips the paper into the awaiting envelope, brown and foreboding, he doesn't seal it quite yet. There's another letter, the lettering and penmanship a little wonky and hasty and he tries to drag his gaze across it but he's repelled by his own scribbled out words, like a sense of second hand embarrassment, each desperate word drips with the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed before he'd written it out. It's addressed to her, like some pleading, pathetic attempt to beg for her forgiveness, as well as a ramble of incoherent thoughts, all self absorbed and not at all responsible. He blames her, then blames himself. Blames his mother. Blames the damn world and then tells her, the words barely visible, ink running wet with old, dried tears, 'I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.'

His gut churns, clenching around nothing, he hasn't eaten, hasn't so much as cared at all for himself in these last few days, body cannibalising himself, he's happy for it to happen until there's nothing left. He reaches for the letter, a dry sob heaves through him, and his fist closes around it, paper curling under his grasp, he screws it into a ball until the edges soften and it's nothing, no longer a piece of him, just trash.

He closes the envelope without the added extra. Just the required documents, the ball is essentially in her park now; whether she decides to fill it out on her own accord that was her decision.

He scribbles her name and address across the front. He stares blankly at it, like if he does, something might happen, a shift somewhere in his brain, pulling him back from these frayed edges and stopping him from doing what he knew was wrong. But he just slips the envelope into his bag and sighs. He has to run into town for some errands, he can drop by the post office on his way. Nothing changes, nothing shifts. He sends the papers on their way, like dropping a bomb from a height, and waits patiently for the fallout that follows.

#IM SORRY I MADE IT ANGSTY </3 #i cant help myself hehehe >:3 #marclayla #ask #ask game #mk fanfic #marvel #THANKS FOR THE ASK ILY #five minute fics

[cityprix-moved]

The post probably meant "send your unpopular opinions" but do YOU have any?

God i have so many but i'll stick to my less inflammatory ones

In an alternate universe where he doesnt drive for merc i would much prefer redbull lewis over ferrari lewis. Partially bc he would have more of his own individual legacy by being in rb (the way he has in merc) and partially bc i dont even want to think abt how racist ferrari fans would be to him like why put him through that 💀

ask?

#also can i just say i typed out and deleted like three other unpopular opinions bc i didnt want trouble 💀 #thanks for the ask ily #lewis hamilton #f1 #ask

[the-light-of-stars]

hey :)

Hi

#ask #MWAH MWAH HELLO EYDI 💕💕 #thanks for the ask ily

[gaylittlelasagna]

since you are the nicest human being ever and have agreed to tag me in cute animal pictures please be aware that i will totally be doing the same for you (wait what's your favourite animal? i must know)

trust me I am not the nicest person but you are <3 ..I don't specifically have a favorite animal but I do love small animals (a lot like the ones I tag u in or see you posting)like especially hamsters, hedgehogs and those little bunnies..i do like cats but I just like them in pictures..i personally have had some bad experiences with cats in real life :) I'm a little scared of them snejs lol but I do like them and then a bunch of mystical creatures lol (wish they were real) do you have any favorite mystical creatures? and are you a dog person or a cat person?

#harley<3 #thanks for the ask ily

[jamietxrtt]

Let's try Untitled 3 because ~mystery~

OH OOPS I SHARED THIS ONE WITH YOU ALREADY LOL (well, part of it, anyway)

this is the one where dr. sharon has a therapy session with jamie around the time of his 25th birthday and he admits how he doesn't feel very grown up and she talks to him about processing childhood trauma as an adult.

here's a snippet, part of which i think you've already read--

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And then he turns 18 and moves out of Dad’s house, and it all goes to shit.

Not externally. Externally, he’s in a much better spot than he’s ever been in before. It's just Jamie himself who goes to shit.

Because suddenly that picture of himself he’d been careful to construct— dutiful, dedicated, disciplined— falls the fuck apart. He’s still dedicated to football, of course, still keeps his weight in check and trains harder than anyone else he knows, but his hedonism rages. He parties hard, he drops thousands of dollars on things he'll never need, he shows off the cruel words he’s been sharpening in the dark for years, now left plain in the light of day. On his nineteenth birthday, he gets drunk— really blackout drunk— for the first time, and it’s one of the worst experiences of his life.

After that, Jamie is different. They way people see him is different. They see him as a playboy prick, immature and snotty. Roy’s digs about vanilla vodka and such a child are far from the first such digs Jamie hears, and far from the last.

Things stagnate like that for the next few years— even after Jamie cleans up his act and stops being mean, he knows everyone still looks at him and only sees his profound lack of maturity. Things stay like that, just like that, for years, until…

Until he breaks down sobbing in Roy Kent’s arms in the locker room at Wembley.

See, Jamie hasn't cried— really cried— since he turned 11. He’s teared up, but he always chokes them back down, squashes them back to where they're meant to be. But once the tap turns on it's like it can't stop, and after he's cried once he suddenly can't stop crying— at Disney movies and sad T.V. shows, at funerals and weddings— thank god no one had caught him sobbing in the bathroom at Rebecca’s dads funeral, is all he has to say about that one— at calls and texts from guess fucking who. Everything seems to shake him to his core now, and conjure up tears where none had ever been before.

“I feel like I’m a fucking toddler again, throwing tantrums every other day,” Jamie tells Dr. Sharon. “It’s humiliating. I try to hide as many of them as I can, but…” he shakes his head. “I dunno. I just feel like— kinda, like— like I don’t deserve to turn 25? Like I don’t deserve to be a true proper adult yet, not when I still act like such a child. I just— I don’t know.”

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thank you so much for the ask!!! sorry it's one you've kinda already heard about lol, you can send me another if you want a truly new one.

get a snippet of one of my wips

#THANKS FOR THE ASK ILY #sorry its one youve already heard about lol! #my writing

[rockbottomwithashovel]

If you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be??

One song?! that is waaay too hard. Maybe Mr brightside?? Or Hell above by pierce the veil. Or Boy Division by MCR. Or No Love in LA by palaye royale. Yeah nah there's way too many, sorry! BUT if I could only pic one band it'd probably be MCR. What about you?

#asks #rick rambles #thanks for the ask ily

[daydream-ideas]

Hi! All your paracosms sound super interesting and I went on a trip down your paracosms' tags, it was so fun!!

Can you tell us more about In The Gloom? Everything about it sounds so interesting and enticing

uwaaaaaa this is so sweet???? <3 I love that people are engaging with my paracosms and enjoying the little stories that I have in my head <3 <3 <3

In The Gloom is a fun one, I'm intrigued that you mentioned it because its not one of my more 'frequently used' paracosms so this is a cool excuse for me to go back into thinking about it

fun fact: its based off an actual dream i had!

the dream took place in modern day but i changed the paracosm so that it takes place in more of a pseudo-victorian-esque time period

the overdramatic title is because I imagine the academy to be this huge dark stone gothic castle with towers and spires, surrounded by fog and misty grey skies, so it looks so gloomy and foreboding, and then the professor has got such a sunshine-y disposition and appearance

he's very well liked by the students because of his sunshine-y disposition and beautiful appearance, he’s very charming and kind and beautiful

but he's hated by all the other professors and faculty because he's a commoner and doesn't come from a prestigious background (is an orphan) while all the other professors do since its a really prestigious university

the main girl (none of the paras have names ahahaha) is so extra like she's humiliated by this man in front of the class and immediately is like "okay so he needs to die"

that's not exactly how it went but

there's a professor who asks the main girl to kill the guy professor and she's like "yeah okay" but she ultimately can't do it after she sees what a sad motherfucker he is that this isn't the first time someone has tried to kill him

the prof who hired the girl to kill the guy gets her expelled for cheating (she didn't cheat but the prof didn't want word getting out that she hired a student as an assassin)

prof guy hires the girl as his assistant despite her literally trying to kill him because he feels bad she got expelled and exiled from her family for it

prof guy is also a liason for a private eye group who investigate magical crimes

he also knows dark magic which is illegal in that society

his appearance is also based off this guy:

from the manhwa "Why are you doing this, Duke?" because I was reading it at the time I had the dream and he's what showed up

#thanks for the ask ily #willow answers #answered asks #paracosm in the gloom #i should get emoji names for these characters oof #theres more info but i didnt want the post to get super super long #so thats the basis of it #prof guy has a tragic backstory becuase i can't help myself #paracosm #paraportal

[permanentreverie]

hiiiii babe ask time

favourite book genres and why - also recs or anti recs within each genre

in general how's your life and/or summer going?

last song you downloaded

hi babe I literally love you

favourite book genres: fantasy, contemporary romance, classic lit, historical fiction

recs/anti recs: for the wolf/sorcery of thorns, beach read/make it sweet, anne of green gables/anna karenina, between shades of gray/bridgerton

my life is going pretty ok! I was finally feeling like it was summer and I was going to enjoy it, but now I'm trying to adjust to working a whole lot more, so that's taking its toll on me if I'm being honest

I last downloaded part of the band by the 1975 cause I wanted to listen to it on my way to work lol

#honestly I just couldnt get into anna karenina im sorry like yes it was good but it was SO character and plot heavy #also like 20 chapters of this dude on a farm for 6 months and how he would farm with like his favourite cows and all that #and idk if bridgerton can technically be filed under historical fiction but yeah no NOT those books #thanks for the ask ily #answered asks #mutuals tag #abby tag

[harlequinmoss]

Get morbed

It's Morbin' Time 😔

#this is how cinema was meant to be consumed i think #dianpalpin 0p #thanks for the ask ily

[canadian-turtle]

good morning here is my mother's cat with immaculate loaf form

Aaahhhh she's loafing so well! 10/10, very bread ❤️

#i love her #thanks for the ask ily

[andromacheflints]

Helloooooooooooooooo what's your favourite ninja turtle?

hi helloooo my favourite was the purple one (Donatello?) bc i was a nerd kid and was drawn to """smart""' characters

#thanks for the ask ily