#dots answers asks

[dotstronaut]

A gift 🤲

Ahhhh thank you for drawing my silly fluffy eldritch beasts!

#thank you!!! #dots answers asks #they are angels they are christmas trees they are eldritch monsters #i love them #sleepy-dragons #not my art

[honeydots]

tell us more plz

im ASSUMING based on the timing of this u mean my fates ocs! and if not well im taking this as a chance anyway lol. under the cut bc im sorta shy

basically i have my dead nohr sibling ocs, and my son-of-hinoka oc. i'm gonna try to keep it short, but i'll start with the nohr sibs!

sketched these yesterday just for this lol so these're pretty rough, but! here they are :D they're certainly older in these deigns compared to when they actually died, shhh. oldest to youngest is victoriana, wilfred, klaus, odette. and victoriana and odette are actually full siblings, not just half!

very briefly:

- victoriana: stern and kind, technically the second princess, a little over-ambitious for her skillset - wilfred: paranoid and cowardly, a homebody, studies birds (from afar, or in books) - klaus: friendly but ruthless, his mother was from the ice tribe, quite intelligent - odette: cold and quiet, naive enough that it killed her, wants victoriana to dote on her more

aaaand then we have my son-of-hinoka oc, Kazuki!

this is pretty old art so forgive me lol. kazuki was made for the sake of a conquest ending, but i don't think he's actually limited to that route. age wise he's probably right between shiro and kiragi, a little closer to shiro's age. he gets lost easily (both physically and in conversation), but is slightly serious and pretty true to his ideals--though he's as hot headed as his mom, and takes walks when he gets flustered (and then gets lost during said walks). in a conquest ending he'd inherent raijinto, typically he'd lean towards clubs!

and those are my fates ocs :D thanks for asking!!

#yay :D #wilfred is technically blond but he turned out very green here #a greenish blond. if you will. djfskdfjsdf #klaus is blue tho that's just him #i have how they died planned out too. sorry guys. #kazuki tho!! he is fine. sweet boy. #also his class is master of arms! ​so he can yes use swords and clubs but also lances! all around kind of guy! #:3 #oc tag #dots answers asks #anonymous

[curioscurio]

hey! do you support the death penalty ?

Why ask me this . All I'm doing is eating cheese

#my answer is no if youre wondering but no way in hell am i defending myself like this on tumblr dot com #this is s funny ask though so ill let it pass

[howlonomy]

If Star is a lizard/some sort of reptile, does he have slit eyes like a snake? Is that why he hides his eyes with his big nerd glasses and hat? So that no one can see his eyes?

starlo eye reveal

#asked and answered #undertale yellow #couldnt decide if i wanted silly dot eyes or lizard/snake eyes so. both? both is good

[canisalbus]

is there a reason you usually answer asks with a . and talk in the tags? i got confused when i first saw that bc usually when people do that its a 'presented without commentary' thing but you do have commentary haha it feels like you're answering just in whispers like a ghost

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#who's to say I'm not just a whispery ghost #no it's just an old habit #talking in the tags feels more casual and pressureless it's a pretty common tumblr thing #if I do that my (sometimes dumb and rambly or very personal) ask posts are less likely to be reblogged #and leave their target audience which is people who follow this blog and know these characters and their context #I don't want to turn reblogs off completely either because sometimes people reblog so they can write their response in their tags #the dot is there because you can't publish the ask if you leave the main text field empty #it's not that sensible but I just like doing it that way #answered #anonymous

[shanastoryteller]

Happy lovers season Shana! I'm very excited for the upcoming prompts! 😀 Can I please request some more Enola Holmes or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries? 💚 If not please feel free to do a dealer's choice. I love all that you write and it fills me with joy to see new updates from you 😊

set in the same universe as Here is Your Home Country

Dot doesn’t want a big wedding, doesn’t want a lot of fuss. Married at her church, and then Prudence has offered to have the reception in her garden. Probably more at Jane’s insistence than anything else, but considering Mr. Butler has already insisted on handling the catering and logistics and anything else she might need assistance with, she might as well.

It’s sweet of him, really. She knows that he’s worried about her sisters that disapprove and her mother that disapproves and her brothers that had been apocalyptic at the news, and how that means she’ll be planning this wedding without them. She’s not worried. They’d never cared about her life or her happiness until it was something that would embarrass them.

The less said about what her friends from church think, the better. But she hasn’t headed their gossip for years, not since she started working for Miss Fisher.

Jack’s a good man and doesn’t deserve their ire. She won’t tolerate it.

~

“You’re really doing it, huh?”

Dot looks up and feels first pleasure then wariness that settles on a gut rolling mixture of the two. “Hello, Nell.”

Her older sister is standing over her, blocking her light, but she just closes her notebook and uses her foot to nudge the chair opposite her. The waiter should be by again soon.

She looks different out of the heavy makeup and light clothes of the club. Wearing a sweater and long skirt, she looks like the sister Dot remembers. “Mum called me. Me.”

Dot winces. “You’re invited, of course, I just wasn’t sure where to send the invite.”

Nell leans back in her chair, raising an eyebrow and reaching into her purse for a cigarette. Dot wishes she wouldn’t. She hates the smell. “I didn’t really get that impression from you two.”

“We were just colleagues then,” she says, which isn’t completely accurate, but neither is friends. Or perhaps it is. They knew one another then, and respected each other, and were kind to one another. But she’d had Hugh, and Jack’s eyes had been on Miss Fisher, and – they hadn’t known, then, where they would end up.

It’s nice.

She knew him and liked him and cared about him before she loved him. It makes her feel like she can trust him, that he won’t surprise her in a way she doesn’t like.

Nell hums, then says, “She wants to know if you’re having money troubles.”

Dot stares, wishing she knew her mother a little less well and didn’t understand exactly what she was saying. “She thinks I’m marrying Jack for his money because I have gambling debts?”

She shrugs. “You know what she sees at the church.”

She’s not going to get angry. Getting angry won’t do her any good. “I’m marrying him because I love him.”

“You loved Hugh,” she says. “He was cute. Your age. He even converted.”

Part of her wonders who was keeping Nell updated on the gossip of her life. The rest of her doesn’t care. “He didn’t love me right.”

“There’s a wrong way?” she asks, too lightly.

“Yes,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from scowling. “And I can’t love anyone right who loves me wrong. Hugh and I would have been miserable, in the end. We were in love with people that didn’t exist.”

She’d wanted someone who would love her through all of her changes.

Hugh had wanted someone who would never change.

Even in her bitterest moments, she can’t truly blame him. She had been a static woman when they’d met. She was the one that changed and she was the one that had wanted someone who would love her anyway and she was the one that had ended their engagement when she’d realized that someone wasn’t him.

Nell leans forward to steal her half-drunk cup of coffee, leaning back as she gulps it down in three long swallows. “Okay. I’ll tell Mum to back off, yeah? Not that it’ll do any good. She never listens to me anyway.”

“Oh,” Dot says, startled, and then Nell is getting to her feet and waving as she melts back into the crowd of the street.

~

Bert and Cec are in their room, sleeping after working through the night. Jack is over, but he’s never not known, and these days they don’t even bother to shove their twin beds apart when he's here.

She’s seated on her knees at the coffee table, Jack sitting behind her on the couch, nose buried in a case file that she’s going to look over herself as soon as she figures out this seating chart.

Jack clears his throat and she leans back, pressing her back to his knees and looking up. The file has been discarded and he’s looking at her with a sort of warm softness that has her reaching out her hand and letting him haul her upright just enough so that she can fall into his lap, seated sideways so her legs are stretched out over the couch.

His arms come around her waist and his lips quirk up in an almost smile. She smooths out the line between his eyebrows with her thumb, almost asks, but know it’s a waste when he’s nearly there already.

Sure enough, he looks at the space over her head and asks, “Do you want us to get a new house?”

She blinks. She hadn’t considered it, really, had assumed that she’d move into the house Jack has now. She’s been there. It’s a very nice house. A little empty feeling, perhaps, but she figured they’d solve that quickly enough. Instead of saying any of that, she asks, “Do you want me to want us to get a new house?”

He looks at her then, exasperated, and she smiles, shifting her hand lower to trace his bottom lip. He licks his lips, his tongue barely brushing her fingertip, and her breath hitches, but he says, “Rosie picked it.”

It makes sense that his first wife helped pick the house, and Dot has never tiptoed her way around Rosie, but that’s not quite what he’s saying.

Rosie picked it.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

Jack shrugs, looking away from her again. “She made a good choice.”

“Yes,” Dot agrees. It really is a very nice house, in a good area. “But do you like it?”

He shifts beneath her, meeting her gaze when he admits, “I let her pick what she wanted. I thought things would be okay, if I could give her what she wanted.”

And now it reminds him of how much that didn’t work, how she left that house and him both. He’d offered her the house in the divorce, but she hadn’t wanted it, for her own reasons.

“Why don’t we pick something we both want?” she asks, because no matter how nice the house is, she doesn’t want what he doesn’t’. “I bet Mac has some good leads on houses that are going to be on the market. She knows so many useful things like that.”

“Yeah?” he asks, relief making his whole body relax even as his arms tighten, tugging her that much closer against him.

“Yeah,” she echoes, then dips down her head for a kiss he’s eager to give her.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #solvblad #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #i'm so glad you asked #dot/jack is my rarepair and i love them

[basilpaste]

can we boop looping isa?

so i like. misunderstood this a little bit when i first read it and by the time i realized i was in too deep. but. osisa boop.

#in stars and time #isat #isat fanart #in stars and time fanart #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #because elles eye dots make things kinda obvious i fear. #of stitches in sequence #isat au #basil paints #basil answers #asks #anon #isaloop

[hrokkall]

🏳️‍🌈 how about V1? my kind of guy :3 (gender neutral)

-🥊

Admittedly, this is a vast generalization for both of them. I see V1 as not really caring about gender (as has been stated by the devs, the machines really have no need for any of that unless they really want to, and V1 is infinitely more interested in maiming than it is in the nuances of gender. I use it/its for V1 but to my knowledge the devs use he/him as well; maybe V1 likes he/him too just because it remembers one of the technicians using he pronouns for it. There's so little info on V1 that anything goes honestly. I've already drawn it with the trans flag once so this is an excuse to do it again) whereas V2 enjoys human culture due to its peacekeeper role and therefore uses Every Pronoun Ever with no preference.

TL;DR they both probably don't care but in completely opposite ways. (Also I doubt either one of them would use labels)

Send me 🏳️‍🌈 and a character for my lgbtq+ headcanon and a doodle

#Re: Inbox #Re: Anon #🥊 Anon #V1 #V2 #Ultrakill #In an extreme comedy of errors I misread this as V2 at first #Then realized I DID have a V2 ask in the inbox #...and promptly deleted that ask instead of answering it. #Fantastic work from Hrokkall dot tumblr dot com #I don't hc that their lenses can display anything either but hey. These are 500x500 px icons. They're going more for readability here #Pride asks #<- Almost forgot my sorting tag for these things

[excessive-moisture]

#and to answer your question #articest is a reference to oncest (shipping evil onceler with good boy onceler) #it is a bit #which is not to say i don't genuinely enjoy the concept #kind of shocked by the amount of people who have never heard of oncest. here on tumblr dot com #ask #articest

[commsroom]

if hera could eat, i think she'd be completely prepared for indulgence, but she would ultimately prefer subtler / more natural flavors. like, hera is getting pistachio rosewater ice cream while eiffel is creating ungodly sugar concoctions out of the most brightly colored artificial flavors known to man. minkowski - needless to say, a big fan of ice cream! - is a healthy eater through rigorous discipline, but in her heart of hearts, she does want, like. dark chocolate cherry with cake bits in it. minkowski earnestly believes in the concept of a "cheat day" and marks them on her calendar. which is a real "how do you live like this" moment for eiffel, on multiple levels.

#wolf 359 #w359 #renee minkowski #doug eiffel #hera wolf 359 #gotta just Say Things sometimes. they get asked about ice cream preferences a LOT in the amas. and i still think #the most correct answer was zach saying eiffel likes cotton candy dippin dots. repulsive sweet tooth on that man. #guy whose favorite flavors are colors. etc.

[bokettochild]

Fun fact!; In one of the minish cap translations it made zelda and four related. Four's grandpa is zelda's uncle there

Wait, so would that make Four Dot's....second cousin?

*is bad at family trees*

#lu four #lu dot #asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse

[dotstronaut]

Will you be doing an OFMD calendar for 2024?

Sorry I missed this ask!

The 2023 pin-up calendar was a collab between many artists for charity, and one that we had a lot of fun making. It was a lot of work but totally worth it - we ended selling more physical copies than I ever thought we would and raised $750 for Rainbow Railroad!

As far as I know, there were never any firm plans to do another one for 2024.

I was so busy at the end of last year that I didn't even think about it... I bought a house in December, so that whole process consumed ALL of my brainpower for months beforehand haha.

For what it's worth, the 2023 calendar (and all of the beautiful art inside) is available to download for free in my shop!

#omfd #pin up calendar #our flag means death #dots answers asks

[honeydots]

If you want another prompt: ❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜ Leokumi

"Because I care about you, okay?" 1.2k, leokumi (background xanlow) from this ask game

Takumi is sick in Nohr, and he hates it.

He’s laying here, in one of their hugely fluffy Nohrian beds, wrapped in blankets and feeling gross. He was already cold, but now he’s shivering, and the air tastes weird. It’s an all around bad experience. He’d rather be sick anywhere else.

Leo’s decided to just hang out with him while he’s dying here, for whatever reason, working on something on a desk near Takumi’s bed. It’s seriously embarrassing enough that everyone knows Takumi got sick, Leo doesn’t have to stick around and watch him roll through the covers miserably.

That’s exactly what Takumi’s doing, too. He groans, and he flops onto his side, as if facing the left will make him any less sick than facing the right might. “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that weird fruit,” he mumbles, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

Last night, Takumi had a typical Nohrian dinner—which is to say it was pretty damn atypical for Takumi’s tastes. And ultimately it was fine, just not what he’s used to, but there was this one thing. A Nohrian fruit with a skin covered in bumps to peel off, that was mushy and sweet to eat. And he didn’t hate that either, but he had a bad feeling about it.

“We don’t know it was the food, you know,” Leo comments, obviously not working and rather eying Takumi with his legs crossed. Takumi squints at him.

“I ate it, and now I feel sick. What part of that doesn’t point to the food?”

Leo shrugs at him, of all things. It isn’t Takumi’s fault Leo fed him something weird. Takumi shuffles more under the blankets, feeling just as gross but also moody.

Leo, still not working on whatever it is he’s working on, leans forward in his chair. “Have you been able to stomach anything I gave you?” he asks. Takumi frowns, and he glances over at the plate of food Leo offered earlier. Much more simple stuff, easy grains and soup. Takumi sighs.

“Kind of,” he says. “The crackers were okay.” His stomach is in complete knots, and those were basically the only things that didn’t make it worse. But he can’t say he has an appetite anyway.

Leo hums. “The water?”

“Don’t want it.” Which makes Leo frown.

“Not even a sip?”

“Later, okay, I don’t want to vomit.” Mostly Takumi doesn’t want to have to sit up to drink it, actually. Leo gives him such a look, too, like he knows. Takumi gives him a look right back. “What’s with you?”

Leo raises an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”

“You’re being pushy.” Which doesn’t seem to bother Leo as much as Takumi would’ve liked it to. Annoying. “Go somewhere else. I don’t get why you’re sitting in here with me.”

Leo, pretty pointedly, does not get up. “Because I care about you. Or is that not allowed?” he says, which is also annoying. Leo turns to his work, still clearly not intending to leave, and then glances back to Takumi. “Just drink the water.”

Takumi scrunches his nose. But he’s too sick to think of a retort, so he shuffles up onto his forearms and finally takes his drink. And yeah, it’s nice, whatever. It doesn’t cure him or anything. But it’s about as tolerable as the crackers were.

It’s almost more irritating that Leo doesn’t give Takumi a haughty look, but instead just an average one. “You should probably sleep, too.”

Takumi scoots back into the covers. “I’m too tired to sleep.”

“Interesting. Any other hypocrisies you’d like to share?”

It’s a lot easier to deal with Leo when he’s being himself. “You’re such a pain.” Takumi barely knows what to do otherwise. Especially while he’s sick—which is also why Leo’s being weird, for sure, so this is just a useless situation all around.

Takumi does mean it when he says he’s too tired to sleep. It won’t work, plainly, he’s just stuck staring at the ceiling feeling miserable. He’d love to pass out and get better so then hopefully Leo will stop being nice to him because it’s intolerable—but he’s stuck conscious.

So, he flips around again, and also flips his pillow, and tries to look at the papers on Leo’s desk. “What are you working on, even?” he asks. Leo looks his way briefly, then sighs, finishing a sentence before he puts his quill down.

“It’s for Camilla,” he explains, rubbing his fingers absently. “It’s this orphanage program she’s trying to put forward. I’m giving her some financial estimates.”

Takumi blinks. “Oh yeah?” Takumi wouldn’t have guessed, exactly, but that’s not unexpected for Camilla. Leo nods.

“She’s always been interested in developing one. But… Ever since Siegbert was born, she’s just been—I don’t know. I wouldn’t call it baby fever, but it’s something similar.” And then Leo starts working again, just like that.

Takumi guesses it is pretty significant to have a baby around the palace. People were freaking out when Shiro was born, Takumi included. He’s still kind of freaking out about that. It’s been a little while now, though.

“Their other kid is close, right?” Takumi asks, then elaborates more. “Your brother and Laslow's.” Takumi’s met Siegbert a few times, and he’s cute, but it felt like he’d barely been around long before it was announced they were having another. Takumi doubts Ryoma’s going to have more, since Shiro’s already a rascal as a not-even-one year old. But Siegbert’s been calm whenever Takumi’s met him, so. Maybe that spurred them on.

“Quite,” Leo says. He looks away, out towards the door. “I wonder if you’ll be here when it’s born.”

Kids are something that seem really far away from Takumi. He’s too sick to even think about it long. It was crazy enough to suddenly have a nephew. There’s a weird way things have felt like they’re moving both faster and slower, now that there isn’t a war to worry about. And to be honest, Takumi’s not in the mood to go fast.

Leo tilts his head, looking thoughtful. “You know. I think Laslow might’ve gotten sick when he ate that fruit for the first time,” he says. “Maybe it’s something you acquire a tolerance to.”

Takumi, feeling right but way too sick to appreciate it, huffs. “Don’t feed it to me again, then.”

“You only gain tolerance by repeating the process, you know.”

“What if I’m just allergic? I don’t want it,” Takumi says back, not eager to experience this stomachache again. “I’m not sure I liked it enough to really want to try, anyway.”

Leo gives him a ghost of a grin, then gets back into his financial whatever. “I really think you should sleep,” he says. Takumi buzzes his lips and pulls the covers over him more.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, mind getting foggier by the second. He might be too tired not to sleep now, thank goodness. “Wake me up when the baby’s born.”

And—it’s kind of nice. The last thing Takumi hears before he drifts off is Leo’s light chuckle, and the sounds of quill on paper.

And he really, seriously, barely even thinks about the kid stuff.

#thank you for the request!!! i hope you like it hehe #i know u also sent in that xanlow one before this but i decided i wanted to finish on xanlow so im gonna do that one tomorrow~ #or possibly wednesday since my semester begins tomorrow and i have less classes on wednesday than tuesday #BUT it's comin. its comin. im cookin. #dfjsdjfskdf anyway to talk about THIS fic #sickfic!!! sickfic!!! #and bg xanlow cause. i said so. #dfjskdfjs #just a little thang. little chat. i love aimless chats they make me gooey #anywho thank u again~~!! this was fun and im excited to do the last one :3c #dots writing games #dots answers asks #antivanwine14

[ask-conniedot]

What are your thoughts on Vespa.

🐑 I do make sure to not bother her of course...

(Vezzpa belongs to @cosmicwhoreo )

#connie ask blog #connie dot #Vezzpa #kirby oc #kirby series #krbay #kirby right back at ya #king dedede #chibi/mod's art #questions and answers

[howlonomy]

Boo(spooky)

our clovers :D

(discussing the best & worst cowboy movies and their innacuracies)

OUR CLOVERS!!! THIS IS SO CUTEEE they r having an INTENSE debate do not interrupt them….

#asked and answered #monster clover au #monster clover fanart #HEHE THANK YOU FOR DRAWING HTEM AGAIN AWGH I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW THEM!!! #their little dot eyes. literally everything

[canisalbus]

If you don’t wanna leave a dot you can use an invisible character! It will basically leave the response looking blank so you can talk in tags

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#hey you're right #that's pretty nifty #I might still go with the dot it's just faster #answered #anonymous #or I could start using some cryptic symbol like #𓅷 #answering all asks with the plucked chicken hieroglyph