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hitwiththetmnt · 1 month
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H'lo~! I rlly love ur au btw
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Where’d you get that cash Donnie? WHERE’D YOU GET THA-
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nouverx · 1 month
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thank you for drawing so much radiorose! i also have terrible radiorose brainrot and your art keeps me alive, it's so cute ;_;
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T-t-thank you ily
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quilbe · 1 year
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not sure if you’re taking reqs but could u draw creek baking together!? i just think they’re neat..🤞
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ur ask hit me with the most violent inspiration wave for a silly comic .. i think craig wld suck at baking so hes banished to decoration duty. And his decorations suck too but SOMEONE finds him too Adorbs to kick out of the kitchen ...
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comradekatara · 3 months
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Any fun Aang facts/ headcanons/ thoughts?
i don’t know if this is exactly fun but i think a lot about aang coping the first couple years after the end of the war. like i think on a spectrum of “the war is over and im so happy!!” to “suddenly thrust into a leadership position that is uniquely isolating and horrible,” aang perhaps isn’t struggling as much as the new firelord, but it’s a close thing.
i think katara would be the one who is happiest out of all of the gaang, since the war being over relieves this huge weight off her shoulders and she also gets to do the fulfilling work of rebuilding her tribe and finally being able to live up the potential she’s always imagined for herself, being able to preserve and pass on her heritage to a hopeful new generation. (that isn’t to say that she isn’t traveling the world with aang, trying to mitigate the damage caused by the war, but she would go back home as soon as possible. she needs to see gran gran!!!) there’s a sense of pride and satisfaction and joy to her role in this world that cannot be denied. 
suki is in a similar position, where as the leader of the kyoshi warriors, her reunion with her sisters and their return to kyoshi island would be triumphant and joyous, and she gets to participate in the process of teaching a new generation of warriors, passing on her traditions and using her skillset to help people elsewhere. but then there’s also the lingering, nagging memory of being alone in a maximum security prison, and that trauma isn’t something one just gets over… 
i see toph, more than anyone, spending the most time with zuko in the fire nation. she understands what it’s like to be alone, and she’d rather be with her family than her biological parents. i think she does visit them, but it doesn’t go well. toph may be incredibly sharp and mature for her age, but she is still just a kid, and the fact that her father will continue to reject her his entire life is a great wound, as much as she could flippantly deny it. but zuko understands what that’s like more than anyone, so being able to help him helps her through her own pain. even if zuko is a dick about it (although i think she stubbornly forces him to acknowledge her pain at some point instead of just outright dismissing her like he did on ember island), it’s a symbiotic relationship in its own way. i mean, he could definitely use a human lie detector. 
sokka is like all over the place. i don’t know man he’s too complicated to sum up in one little paragraph. but yeah let’s just say the war ending doesn’t automatically Heal him and Solve his copious Issues. because it does solve some things but it also causes other problems. new problems even. but i already sort of talk about that here so let’s just move that for now. 
and then of course zuko being crowned boy king of racist nation is like… not great. it works for thematic/symbolic/narrative reasons, of course, but realistically. it's a struggle! so, like i said, i think toph would stick by his side, and i think aang spends a lot of time in fire nation as well, and sokka as much as possible (NOT because he loves zuko, but because he thinks zuko is very stupid and he’s the world’s biggest control freak so if he doesn’t micromanage everything he’ll feel like it’s his fault if anything goes wrong). but iroh is…. not there. his best friend katara (i said what i said) is in the south pole or traveling the world or anywhere but Here. azula is. broken?? the world?? is broken?? and he (famously a fuck-up) is supposed to fix it???? poor kid. 
anyway. this is all preamble to contextualize what can only be described as The Worst Puberty Anyone’s Ever Had. okay here’s a bonus fun headcanon: aang is born in october! i say this because he’s the most libra to ever do it (i don’t know shit about astrology but i do know that). so for the entire run of the show (from winter to summer) he is twelve years old. i don’t know if you’ve been around any twelve year old boys recently (not to brag, but i have), but they are Going Through It. and that’s the average twelve year old, not even including the shocking temporal displacement and being the sole survivor of a genocide and shouldering the burden of the whole fucking world and knowing that an entire country full of people want you dead. 
the fact that aang maintains his childlike wonder and sweetness for the most part means that it’s going to hit him like a truck once the war ends and he finally has a chance to focus on himself. we see the early stages of puberty affecting him in terms of how he behaves around katara, the change between his book one kiddie crush and his book three confusion and intensity. but it’s more than just burgeoning sexuality. he wakes up, is informed that he’s been stuck in an iceberg for a century, that everyone he ever knew with the exception of appa and bumi are dead due to a genocide, and that it’s his responsibility to end the war. and the rest of the show is him trying to step into that duty and finally becoming the kind of person the world needs him to be. and now… it’s over.  
on one hand, there’s that overwhelming sense of relief. he did it. he successfully prevented yet another genocide, stopped the war, and did it all without compromising his values. his new friends (his new family) are all alive and safe and now can rebuild the world together. they can rest and have fun and be kids. and that’s what aang is celebrating in the finale when he looks at all of them and smiles, when he hugs katara in acknowledgement of how far they’ve come. aang is incredibly strong and resilient, and it’s a strength that comes from a place of genuine love and understanding. he was taught good values as a kid, values that have guided him through the most unimaginable of tragedies. but he’s not perfect. no one is. 
no one can prevent the oncoming swirl of hormones and trauma and second-guessing that is about to hit aang once it finally occurs to him that the purpose he has been fighting for ever since his entire life changed is now over, basically, and he has to figure out what it means to be alive outside of one sole, defining goal. as anne carson said in red doc>, “to live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.” as jp sartre said in la nausée, “i outlive myself” (specifically, anny says it to roquentin). what is aang doing if not ouliving himself? had he lived a normal lifespan that hadn’t been disrupted by a spiritually imposed stasis, he probably would’ve been dead by now (long dead, if we can assume that his death in lok is by natural causes). and his myth, his grand destiny of stopping the war and once more carving out a space for his people in this brave new world? well, he did it. accomplished it with flying colors. now it’s over. now he is a perilous thing. 
as i alluded to before, i think the only person who can really truly empathize with aang’s situation is sokka. sokka, too, has survived beyond any point he imagined. he has built his entire identity around being a shield, and now that the war is over, his ability to protect others from immediate threats and sacrifice himself for a cause has been ripped away from him. he now has to forge an identity beyond reducing himself to a soldier, in a fundamentally unfamiliar world. sokka was shaped by war, and yet he lived past it, past the end of his myth. aang’s world is now also unfamiliar, not solely because the war is over, but because the war is over and yet he is still alone. he did it, he saved the day, and yet what is his reward? he saved a lot of people, but none of his people. he can never go home again. 
aang and sokka’s role as foils is something i want to write about more because i do find it truly fascinating, but in these terms i think we can also read their psychological states postwar as a sort of reciprocal dynamic. i’ve spoken in the past about how in a postwar reconstruction landscape, sokka would do a lot of the administrative work that aang cannot. not only because aang is literally twelve, but because aang cannot focus all his attention on this world when he is also its only real tether to the past. so sokka would make room for aang to focus on being the last airbender by sort of taking on the mantle of pseudo-avatar. solely in the most bureaucratic sense of the title, of course, but that would be the role that sustains and (somewhat) fulfills him after the war. and i think aang would be grateful for that, but he’d also be somewhat resentful?? not of sokka (aang is too emotionally mature for that, plus he respects sokka too much), but he’d definitely resent himself. think about how guilty and shameful he feels whenever he feels like he’s let the world down due to factors beyond his control. and so the fact that sokka is doing so much of what aang himself should be doing because he’s too busy being defined by his status as a genocide survivor… well, it might make him angry. he might lash out. and we’ve seen him frustrated, volatile, and emotionally confused. it’s not pretty. 
i know that we all only want the best for aang and want him to be happy and thriving after the war because he’s such a perfect kid who deserves the world, but realistically, i do think there would be a period where he’s kind of hard to be around. not only because that’s just something that happens to all adorable baby boys once they turn thirteen (i, for one, learned this lesson extremely painfully), but because he’s dealing with a lot and the only person who even remotely understands what he’s going through is also the most emotionally repressed guy he knows. 
throughout atla, he never allows himself a moment to just stop and feel, because the depth of his grief is actually scary and incredibly difficult to confront. but i think if he did ever allow himself to feel, he might never stop. he might, in fact, spend a month or so curled up in blankets in bed eating nothing but bean curd puffs and shutting out everyone but momo. i actually think that’s more realistic than him immediately entering a perfect relationship with katara and being highschool sweethearts and popping out three kids. and frankly, i think going through that kind of depression now that he no longer has any pressing responsibilities also happens to be something he’s earned. he’s been pushing down his grief, ignoring it, distracting himself from it, this whole time. it’s time he finally lets himself feel. 
on a happier note, i like thinking about aang and suki getting closer after the war (or even being close offscreen during the show, like on ember island). i like to think that suki can act as a sort of cool big sister figure to aang, who has suffered just enough that she can empathize with his pain, but isn’t too close to the situation (like fellow genocide survivors katara and sokka, or genocide perperators’ direct descendants, like zuko) that she can still discuss it with him without bringing her own baggage into the fore. she’s very good at giving direct, no-bullshit advice in a nonetheless kind and compassionate way, and she’s also very good at joking around and knowing how to let loose and have fun in a way aang appreciates. she also really admires and highly values the role of the avatar in the world, and she also admires and cherishes aang as a person, so i think she could give him that kind of measured encouragement that aang really needs to hear. 
obviously katara has done this for aang a lot in the past, and i’m not saying she wouldn’t also continue to be a shoulder for aang to lean on, because no matter how much he may try to push her away, she will always be there for him, but i think suki also sort of provides a necessary detachment where he isn’t bogged down by any romantic feelings for her and she isn’t bogged down by her own all too similar trauma the way katara is. suki has people to help her work through her own trauma (sokka, her sisters, etc.) so aang doesn’t need to reciprocate. she’s just happy to be there for her surrogate baby bro who needs her. she’ll serve the avatar in any way she can, whether by becoming a kyoshi warrior, by sacrificing herself to free his bison, or by just chilling with him in bed while he rants about his impossible situation and cries on her shoulder.
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reegis · 10 months
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I'm obsessed with your art you're my favorite person in Mechanisms Tumblr and I just thought you should know. The amount of serotonin my brain produces when I see your drawings is through the roof.
AW THANK YOU SO MUCH?????
please have some more 🤲🏻 the punishment for shooting a few too many holes into the Aurora (and fellow crew mates) while fighting
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risingsunresistance · 2 years
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techno ^
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Plans for Halloween?
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originalartblog · 6 months
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Hi!
I’m a longtime lurker and I saw your recent (as of asking this) answered ask about skk and their relationship (the one where you talk about your need for them, to quote you, “to yearn for each other's company in big and small ways both”) and your answer + your tags perfectly explained/put into words (one of) my favourite relationships (types)??? Like I’ve been trying to explain it to people for years and you did it so much better!
Can I (please) paraphrase and/or quote you (and/or just flat out show the answered ask + tags) whenever I have to explain it to others? (Also, regardless of your answer, thank you for taking the time to read this)
From an AroAce lurker (who really likes your blog)
aaa🥺 I'm glad my vision and words resonated with you!!
Thank you for your concern, but absolutely use it however you want I don't mind at all! Integrate it into your vocabulary or world view or whatever, and the post is right there if you need it for whatever reason. Go out there and have fun.
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mcybree · 28 days
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yaknow what fucks me up about RL Scott? the fact he continues feeling guilty for killing Jimmy throughout his entire episode.
Everytime something bad happens to him (i.e. Cleo accidentally hitting him) his reaction is "it's alright, I accidentally killed Jimmy so- (I deserve it) "
Like what is up with that
fuck wait yeah you’re onto something. At first I personally interpreted it as some way of helping Jimmy’s reputation— by claiming he takes responsibility whenever Jimmy being a red name is brought up, it makes Jimmy being a red name look less pathetic. Which iirc is the context it was often brought up in, but I do remember him bringing that up when Cleo accidentally hit him which is fascinating… “It’s okay that you hit me I killed Jimmy on accident” is a line of logic that doesn’t make any sense but is definitely in line with how he thinks redemption through personal suffering is correct and noble, albeit on a much smaller scale.
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the-writing-mobster · 2 months
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Underfell sans in your style is very hot. I wanna hug him
eeeee, thank you so much!!! I think so too~
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galaxysugarr · 9 months
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Hi can you draw my bean? Sorry if the artwork is bad. You don't have to draw it but that's up to you!
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Here ya go, :'>
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shitpostingkats · 19 days
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So I'm currently in a YuGiOh weekly game as we progress through the history of the card game (each week we play with the next set and move up through the years). We haven't reached the GX era yet but I was informed that when we do I have to be Jaden Yuki because my name is so similar.
As somebody who only knows GX through reading your posts about it, I'd like you to infodump about Jaden to me so I can be Prepared
First off, gosh that sounds so fun!!!! I hope you and your group have a great time playing through the release history of the TCG. Experts have assured me it's a blast.
Second off, you are absolutely in luck when it comes to playstyle because I'm fairly sure heroes still holds the esteemed title of most cards printed for a single archetype. Options! You could even argue that, to properly channel the spirit of Jaden Yuki, you must be exempt from such paltry things as "extra deck limitations". For true authenticity, consider having a forty card extra deck!
As for personality, I will list several true facts about Jaden Yuki. Feel free to incorporate aspects of this into your playstyle as you see fit
Jaden Yuki:
Does not know what a riceball is
nor what the word "fiance" means
Won a contest to design and illustrate his own ocs and have them printed into the game when he was 8
Spent his entire senior year living in an abandoned building by himself despite multiple people telling him it was probably doing his severe depression and ptsd no favors
Eats forks by accident
Keeps his old science teacher's soul in a jar
Has been to Venice
Cannot pick up social cues to save his life
Shares his brainspace with a bigender dragon demon who's been to space and tried to kill the entire universe (they got better)
Has a cat
And, of course, if you're really looking to embody the spirit of Jaden Yuki, be sure to end every duel with a weird little salute and the phrase "And that's game!"
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Godspeed in your GX era!
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unknownarmageddon · 3 months
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it was raining. hard.
rain didn’t happen often; the earth was too dry around here. but when it did, it came with a roar and hiss, rumbling thunder and spitting lightning.
it drove them indoors, the wind at their heels, rain hitting them like little stones.
they were in an abandoned school bus tonight. The windows were all boarded up, for one reason or another, the musk of rotting leather pungent, but faint enough that they could ignore it.
cross had used killer’s bat to crack open the overhead emergency exit, and on the rusty cold metal floor, they started a small fire, tearing into the bus seats for fuel. the bus seats, thankfully, had wood planks hidden within the rank green fake leather and rot-brown foam cushions.
they used the foam to get a quick fire going, setting the planks on top and sat on opposite sides, reclined in some of the more intact seats on either side of the fire.
“this blows,” killer muttered, his foot bouncing, dangling over the side of the bus seat.
the storm had come unexpectedly, catching them in the middle of checking out some clothes store, so killer was stuck in the bright orange dress he’d found on the floor behind a burnt mannequin.
“mmn.” cross hummed in response, holding a can over the fire, watching as the chicken soup bubbled.
killer stared out his window, peering between the boards at the thick wall of rain, his breath fogging the glass. he drew a smiley face in it.
cross watched him, eyes lidded and content as he let his chin rest in the crook of his elbow.
killer shivered, his head turning to the back of the bus, where the emergency door was missing. cool burst of wind blew through every few seconds, nipping at his exposed legs and arms, and he grumbled as he grabbed his jacket. it was still damp from them running through the rain, icy cold on his chilled fingers.
he huffed and crossed his arms, pouting before grinning at cross, rolling forward onto his hands and knees and reaching out.
cross backed up, dodging the sudden grab, “hold it, bandit, what’re you after?”
killer sat back on his heels, “i want your jacket. m’fuckin cold.”
cross gave a puff of a laugh, though it was more of an exhale than anything, and shook his head, “just get in your sleeping bag.”
“but i’m cold, and you’ve already pre-heated it!”
“pre-? if i give you my jacket, then i’ll get cold.”
“nuh uh! you’re always warm!”
“that’s- im not always warm, i get cold too. i just don’t whine about it.”
“wh- hey! i don’t whine,” killer whined, reaching out again and swiping at cross’s fluffy collar, “just a few minutes!”
“dude-“
a harsh crack of lightning startled them both, the sound deafening and sudden, and cross jerked up, glancing out the back of the bus, suspicious.
“…” killer did too, and then was immediately back to his mission to steal cross’s clothes. “cmon, wolf, i’m dyin over here.”
cross squinted out the back door a little longer. it was getting dark; the addition of rain along with the setting sun made for an almost black night. he could barely see outside.
he glanced across the bus, to killer, and back to the darkness beyond the bus, and reached out as well after a moment, taking killer’s trembling hand. he really was cold, his bones looking brittle and joints faintly flushed in an attempt to heat up. actually, upon closer inspection, all of killer was shaky from the chill he was feeling, cross realized, though he was more concerned with getting him over.
“come here,” cross muttered, and killer’s soul brightened, and he grinned triumphantly, standing on the bus seat and stepping over the fire into cross’s side, cross reaching up to grab him securely by the arm to ensure he didn’t fall into the fire, pulling him the rest of the way.
cross grunted as killer’s knee rammed into his ribs, and his hip bone dug into cross’s cheek as he all but crammed himself into cross’s space like an overeager cat.
with a bit of adjusting, though, soon, cross had killer wrapped securely in his arms, halfway beneath him and curled up, soaking in cross’s warmth, his arms folded up and wrapped loosely around the arm cross had around him. he was snuggly huddled in cross’s thick coat, his cheeks already smearing against the fuzzy fabric on the collar as he rubbed his face against it contently.
cross couldn’t seem to find it in him to care about the staining.
it was a tight fit, the two of them tangled and pressed in tightly to fit in the seat, but neither of them complained. cross just pulled killer closer, and covered them both with a sleeping bag.
killer fell asleep rather quickly, his soul humming and giving off a warm light that carried echoes of his affection. cross thumbed at killer’s messy cheek, his expression softening as killer gave a sleepy murmur in response, pressing up into the gentle touch with a half-purr. his bones were warmer than before.
cross didn’t sleep, staying alert, listening for any unusual sounds and watching the darkness beyond the bus, on guard.
-proximity anon :]
sunrise arc is great because cross is like “cmere let me be your shield” and killer is like “omg warm cave” (the space between cross and the seat)
YEAHHHHH AUGH let’s fucking go dude
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bluegekk0 · 8 months
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man this day kinda sucks. i wanted to draw but i guess i'm artblocked and the impostor syndrome is kicking in hard today
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captain-rickbond · 12 days
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Okay alright OKAY Right, first of all, I love your art SO MUCH and I know I keep telling you, but that's because my love for your art keeps growing with every piece <3 That Mike Peabody pic? Ben as a villain??? WHY CAN'T WE HAVE A VILLAIN PLAYED BY BEN FUCKING WILLBOND?????? (technically we do in A Kind of Spark, but you know what I mean) NOW To be quite honest, I thought it was an illustration for one of your old fics "Aiming for Love" because that's exactly what i pictured for Ben (and Larry as well) to look like! xD So I was thinking, would you ever consider drawing a scene from one of your fanfictions? :> (And maybe, juuuuuust maybe, Mike could have a villanous right-hand man, Bob Hale...? 👀)
thank you for your fanart service 🙏
Don't stop telling me if you like something 👀 it's good to know when I'm doing things right 💜
omg yes, this is a perfect image of Ben from Aiming for Love
I've done 4 illustrations for my fics so far (all of them on my ao3), one of them was for the fic you mentioned - it's here
I also do the opposite - I write fics for illustrations I've already made 😅 like Fall for me and Movie Night (fail) (both fics in progress)
I can't believe that one day (6 months ago, I checked) I made a random illustration for one of my fics (Bruised, jesus, look at that old thing) and that's how it all started... and now I draw every day (!)
hmm… Mike P. Body and Bob W. Hale – this sounds… interesting (already on my to-do list)
feels weird not to post anything with this long-ass message so have my chaotic drawing process instead, 3h compressed to 30s, have fun watching me struggle ✌🏻 (and let me know what fic would you like me to do an illustration for 💜)
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osaka-lilac · 11 months
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I literally NEED you to post your lance brainrots if you have one. Or multiple! Or strollonso idc!! I needed gimme gimme!!
(i’ve never gotten an ask about my thoughts like this so thank you <3333)
okay. like for lance i have So Many Thoughts but like. No Words cause like. he’s a scrunkly. my little guy. he’s bewitched my mind, soul, and hole, yknow?
BUT i have many thoughts about the grid power couple. i am always down for the sweet stuff but. these guys are the peak of crazy4crazy. delusional. fernando’s possessive streak just enabling lance’s need for validation and his daddy kink. think like. the joker and harley quinn but like. less murder and more war crimes on track. they are obsessed with each other. they would be like the couple making it constantly and is Often made fun of for it. think like first couple to die in a slasher flick cause they’re too busy sucking tounge
im also in love with the implications of esteban being involved. like your ex-teammate that terrorized you for two years is now getting dicked down by your best friend. like that dynamic makes my brain tingle :)))
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