glad you ask for them

arm wrestled dum-e today. does it count as arm wrestling when his whole body is an arm? or is it just wrestling then

steve drew me, and then tony added dum-e to the sketch. nice to see them getting along.

this is just before the table snapped under us. that red stuff is blood from the nosebleed i got, and that white is when dum-e decided that spraying me down with the fire extinguisher would help with the nosebleed

it did not.

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anonymous asked:

Can we get a session scene between Dr. Quinzel and the joker?

Today, I’m going to be strong. Mr. J will not rattle me today. Today, I’m the doctor and he’s the patient; like it’s supposed to be. Harleen held her chin up high as she walked through Arkham to the therapy room, her pep talk echoing through her mind. She held Joker’s extensive binder close to her chest and walked with determination- with what she hoped was a game face on. However, her words became muddied and incoherent as she came closer and closer, when the room was in sight she took deep breaths trying to calm her hammering heart. Mr. J’s games will not bother me today. Mr. J’s games will- She reached the door.

Before she opened it, she straightened her clothes out and slipped a mint into her mouth. She took one last gulp of air, smiled at the guards, and unlatched the door.

“Oh!” Harleen jumped as she realized there was already someone in the room. “Good afternoon, Mr. J.” She smiled, running a hand through her hair.

Mr. J smiled, “You’re late.” Harleen tripped over her shoes at that smile.

“Am I? Or are you just early?” She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “I am. Two minutes late.”

Joker grinned, “Unacceptable.”

“Well I hope you don’t turn me in,” She giggled, making her way to the table and sat down across from him. Placing his file before her. “How are you feeling, Mr. J?”

“Fantastic,” He purred, eyes watching her every move, “Better than I was those two minutes I was sat here alone. How are you, my harlequin?”

“I’m—“ Harleen stopped fiddling with the folder and glanced up at him. That glance quickly became staring as his dangerous beauty struck her again. His eyes were bright, crazed and unblinking as they watched her. His smile was large, joyous as he waited for her answer. Harleen heart hammered, the nerves rising in her throat she tried to swallow them down and answer him. Had he gotten even more handsome? Surely that wasn’t possible.

“I’m ready to get started.” Her voice shook slightly, she hoped he couldn’t hear it. But by the slight twinge of humor added to his eyes she could see that he had.

So they started, Harleen began with asking what he saw in inkblots which quickly turned into him asking her what she saw in the inkblots. Then she did word association which ended up as him asking what she thought the words meant to her. After that, he told her a story about how he captured Batman by making him slip on grape soda. Harleen laughed until tears ran down her cheeks at that.

Productive day.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Harleen looked through her papers until she found the right one, “Last time you asked how many guards were on staff? I asked around, counted a bit myself, and the consensus is one-hundred working at one time. However, it does get up to about one-hundred-fifty at nights.”

Excellent,” Joker sighed, rolling his head around his shoulders as he took that information in. “Good girl.”

“Two minutes.” The guard knocked on the door like breaking glass. Disappointment flooded into Harleen’s heart and she dipped her head, starting to clean up the table.

“Doctor,” Joker’s voice purred breaking through her disappointment, “I have one more request of you.”

“What is it, Mr. J?” She looked up at him. Then she realized that she didn’t care if he asked for a hundred requests, she would break herself to make him happy.

In a response, Mr. J puckered his lips and closed his eyes. Smiling, Harleen was rising out of her seat and leaning over the desk before she could think twice.

“I don’t want to see anymore sadness,” Mr. J locked eyes with her before their lips made contact, “We’ll be together again tomorrow. 2 o’clock.”

Harleen nodded staring at his lips as she leant closer.

“Right, doctor?” He backed away, “No more sadness or you won’t be my little helper.”

She nodded again with more certainty, “Right.”

“Good girl.” He said again, smiled, and leant into her. Harleen made the final move and finally their lips touched.

This wasn’t their first kiss, but it had the same effect on Harleen that they all did. Her lips would burn, she would open her mouth and beg him for more. Joker’s mouth was never still he kept turning his head, the second she thought he’d be still he would turn again and force her to catch up with him. She gladly would. However, she was always so struck but how tender his lips were. The man with the scared face and brutal way of looking at the world, kissed her softly.  

Just as Harleen tried to grab his face to bring him closer, he pulled away.

“That’s enough for today.” He smiled, face moving back and forth like a metronome, “I have to leave something for tomorrow.”

She blushed.

Harleen closed her office door. Her shaking knees finally giving out as she fell against it, exasperated. She dropped Joker’s folder to the floor and tore off her lab coat, body sweating. Waving a hand against her face like a fan, she tried to control her breathing. 

She wanted to touch his face, his chest, his beating heart. She had only been gone a few minutes and she already wanted to run back to him. She missed his warmth, his smile, his laugh. His lips on hers. 

A seductive voice reached her ear, go to him.

How did he make her feel this way? How could she still feel his effect on her when they were so far away? Why did she continuously want to kiss him?  Murderer, murderer, murderer she chanted in her mind trying to calm her body. But the words were nothing to her, they might as well been from a different language. Harleen clutched her heart and realized something she knew for a long time. She didn’t care if he was in a straight jacket, she didn’t care that he was her patient, she didn’t even care that he had committed hundreds of crimes All that mattered to her now was his smile and his lips and oh, god his beautiful face lighting up when would hear an answer he liked.

She had fallen in love.

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anonymous asked:

Hello there! So I was wondering about gaster's dad on your gaster ask blog and if there's any more information that you posted about him? He looks creepy as hell btw so i'm very curious about him. Please and thank you

thanks for asking! and for giving me an excuse to post this thing that’s been sitting around for months lol (you can see where Gaster gets his creepy good looks from)

I have a small introduction comic planned for him because I feel it will give a better sense of his character than my words alone, but I can tell you some basic info in the meantime~

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Anon said:  Thank you for the bakushima!!! Well actually thanks for all of your art in general!!!!!

Naw Anon thank YOU for liking my stuff!!!!  (ノ //ヮ//)ノ*:・゚✧

anonymous asked:

The newest update made me cry, I'm in tears. I wanna just roll up Marinette in blankets and protect her but she really needs to talk to Nath to get closure and hopefully Mari comes out of the whole thing happier. P.S This chapters emails are gonna be on my mind for the next couple of days.

She has to get that closure, yes. It’s the only way to resolve her character triangle! *waves story outline vaguely*

jongxuns said: can i just say that i’m feeling so ecstatic by the fact that you now allow asks?? i have been really busy with work so i haven’t got the time to stalk (don’t mind me heh) your blog in a really long while until today and boy am i glad i did. i just spent an hour reading through your asks and i have zero regrets! you’re a wonderful person and i love reading your insights <3 but anyway, im wondering why is jungkook your bias? because he’s my bias too and i’m really curious ^_^;;            

Thank you! Man, does it really take an hour to go through all my asks now..? I’m glad you like them though! It might as well be entertaining if it’s going to be that long;; Anyway, I actually remember the exact moment when I first saw BTS and became a JK stan. It was the summer of 2015 and I was eating soondae for lunch with two of my sunbaes when the MV for Dope came on. I didn’t care much for idols at that point but then I saw this dark haired dude in uniform come on with this stupid smile on his stupid handsome face and yup, I was done eating for the day.

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anonymous asked:

if niall is your unplanned third baby who are the others?

Listen, I’m glad you asked. I am very passionate about this subject of them as my kids. My friends have suffered.

Louis is my first born. The one I expected the most, anxiously so. From the moment I found out I was having a baby to the first time I held him, it was all new and unique and magical.

Liam is my second born, the one I swore it’d be the last therefore he was my lil’ baby for a long time and even when he is a little annoying, now all grown up, I still love him so so much and know he is trying his best.

Then comes along a divorce. A new marriage and my new partner brings Zayn with them, from their old marriage. We never had an easy relationship as I am not his real mom and after the second divorce, we don’t talk much anymore but I carry the good memories with me.

Then there is Niall, my unplanned third and he knows he is unplanned so things are a little strained but he is talented and bright and just a joy. His siblings adore him and nothing makes me happier than to see them all coming together.

And last, but not least, my little boy. The last one. The tiny spoiled baby Harry. As youngest children go, he gets whatever he wants from me. All he needs is a smile and sometimes a pout and I will steal the moon and stars and give it to him, just to make him happy.

Taking Things The Wrong Way

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,704

Warnings: A little bit of self-hate

Summary: You’re life with the Winchesters is great. You love them; they love you. Do they love you? 

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You’ve always had a connection with the Winchester brothers, more so Dean than Sam but both nonetheless. You were glad they asked you to live with them when they did because you were a single hunter, living in a rundown apartment and if you weren’t going to pay rent, they were going to kick you out. And they did.

They kicked you out right before a hunt so you still had a week or so to figure things out but to no avail. You met Sam and Dean while hunting down a shapeshifter. They offered you to tag along with them after seeing how good you hunted. At first, you declined because you hated depending on people but you realized you had nowhere to live anymore and agreed to stay with them until you got back on your feet.

But as time went on, you stayed with them and never left. They were your friends and you loved them like they were family. Of course, you loved Dean a little more but that’s just how crushes go. Dean could never go for a girl like you.

You were a bit overweight, rarely ever wore makeup, and you came off as not confident. You saw the types of girls Dean dated and you looked nothing like them. So you kept your feelings to yourself, praying that they would go away but they haven’t. If only, they got even worse and you fell in love with him every day, all over again.

“Dean, Sam, I’m going to go get the things I needed. I’ll meet up with you later.” They knew you wanted to get your period stuff and girl products so they nodded and went their separate ways. It didn’t take you long to get razors, shampoo, pads, tampons, and a couple of other things so you walked over to the aisle you knew both boys would be at: the snack aisle.

Dean loved going there and every single time, Sam protested, saying how he should eat healthier. You caught up with them, dumping the things you had into their cart and watching them fight over which bag of chips to get. Sam would eat chips but it was rare and he only liked a select few.

You looked around and smiled when you saw your favorite type of chips and candy. You reached for them, examining it when you got a hold of them. You were about to put them in the cart when Dean’s voice stopped you.

“You sure you want that, sweetheart?” It was 6 simple words but you had to take it the wrong way.

“Yeah you know it isn’t healthy.” Sam added to the dance his brother caused. You looked down at yourself, seeing every single flaw that you had and put the snacks away. Of course they would tease you about your weight; you tried so hard to lose it but it’s always been difficult for you since thyroid disease ran in your family.

You weren’t diagnosed with it but with losing weight becoming difficult, you knew it had something to do with it. Of course, the boys didn’t know this but you had no reason to tell them.

“You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You shook your head and refused to look at the men. They shrugged it off and resumed their bickering. They finally agreed on a bag and went about the rest of the shopping trip. When you all got home, you didn’t stop to help bring in the bags.

“I really don’t feel good right now; I think I’m going to lay down. It’s alright if I don’t help, right?” You looked at the brothers.

“Yeah go get some rest of you need to.” Sam said with a smile.

“Yeah we got it from here, sweetheart.” Dean added. You didn’t even think to grab your own bag as you took off to your room that just so happened to be next to Dean’s.

“What did you want for dinner, Sammy? I bought steaks. I know you love those.”

“Steaks are fine. I think I’m going to search for a case.” He brought in the bags with his brother and after putting them all away, he walked to the library and started searching. A couple of hours later, Dean was almost done cooking. He knew he was the better cook out of you and Sam, so he cooked all your meals for you.

In return, you would do the dishes and his laundry to try and make up for it. Dean turned around to go tell Sam that the food was ready when he spotted the bag of the things you bought for yourself. He decided he would go bring it to you and walked into the library and saw Sam still on his laptop.

“Dinner is ready.” Sam only nodded but didn’t respond. He made his way out of the library and down the hall to your bedroom.

You had been crying for the past couple of hours. You knew you weren’t pretty and you knew that you would never live up to Sam or Dean’s standards and you once again began doubting yourself. You hated the way you looked and you hated that you hated it.

You see all these plus sized men and women who love their body the way it is and you so dearly wished you could be the same but you couldn’t see it. You couldn’t be okay with it. You were just going to give up and go to sleep when you heard a soft knock on the door.

“Y/N?” Dean asked. You scrambled to get up and you checked yourself in the mirror to see if you looked okay. You didn’t want to bother Dean with your issues. Once you declared you were fine, you walked to the door and opened it.

“Hey! What’s up?” You tried to sound cherry but knew it probably wouldn’t work on him. The man perfected the ‘I’m fine’ bit too much to be fooled.

“You okay? You left this in the kitchen.” He set the bag on the ground and you turned away from him. You couldn’t look him in the eyes and lie so you had to turn away.

“I’m fine.” Your voice wavered and you knew he saw right through that. You sat on the bed and heard the door close. You thought Dean left but when you felt the bed dip, you knew he didn’t.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You shook your head and refused to look at him.

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Don’t you lie to me,” He knelt in front of you so you looked into his eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m not beautiful.” You whispered. You blurted that out before your brain could stop you. It was like a dam broke and the tears started again.

“What?” He said shocked.

“I’m not skinny and gorgeous like the woman you hook up with. I will never be pretty and I will always look like a fat potato.” You didn’t mean to be funny, it was truly how you felt.

“What made you think these things?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“It’s true; look at me. Even you and Sam think so.” You sighed.

“Like hell we do, why do you think we think this?”

“You said it yourself. I shouldn’t be eating that crap food.” You felt Dean take your cheeks in his large hands and wipe away your tears.

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just not healthy and I know that’s not an excuse. I know I eat crap all the time and I should listen to Sam about it but don’t you dare take what I said and turn it bad. You have no reason to think of these things.” He said softly.

“What about all those girls you date? I don’t even come close to compare.”

“Fuck them, okay? They aren’t you.” Your eyes widened and you looked into his eyes.

“What did you say?”

“I said that they aren’t you. There’s a reason why I only do hookups. I haven’t found the right girl to settle down with. Do you know why I haven’t been hooking up with anyone? Why would I when you’re right here? I think you’re gorgeous and you have a beautiful body.”

“Yeah right, Dean,” you scoffed. “I have scars and stretch marks and I don’t have a flat stomach and my thighs are too big.” You started to name off the things you hated about yourself.

“Stop right there, okay? Those scars tell a story and frankly, I think they make you look badass. I have scars and so does Sammy. They tell an awesome story. The same thing goes for the stretch marks. They make you who you are and I think they are beautiful to have. Your stomach is perfect to me. It just means I have something to hold onto at night. Your thighs, whoa, just means I get to grab fistfuls of skin. I don’t ever want you thinking that you’re not beautiful when you are. Okay? And it you’ll let me, I want to show you. I want to prove to you that you’re more beautiful than all those other girls.” Now you were crying because of his words.

“You’ll show me?” You whispered.

“All the damn time.” You heard enough so you brought him up and pressed your lips to his. Normally, you wouldn’t do such a thing but he basically confessed his feelings to you. You felt him kiss back and put his hands on your thighs.

“Guys the food is getting cold.” Sam opened the door but stopped short. You two pulled away and you blushed as you looked at Sam.

“We’ll be right there.” You gave him a sweet smile and he nodded, backing out of the room.

“How about we go eat the delicious food I made and we will continue this later on tonight?” You blushed and nodded. You knew there was a lot of work ahead of you but eventually, Dean got you to see just how beautiful you really were.

j97masaki  asked:

Ask meme 10, and if yes, 16 for the dude.

10: Do you have any OC’s?

16: What would be your first or basic psychic skill (telekinesis, pyrokinesis, hydrokinesis, ect)?

well um I dont actively make OCs for fanworks, yknow, but I do remember making some just as fillers or plot devices or on a whim since Im a terrible creator. so lets just like make a list of them bc I probably should care more abt them than I do rn

  • Ando from this one comic who’s an asshole and not a psychic 
  • the child of Karma from this comic set in @crescentmoonrider‘s Edo AU, who is a spirit/yokai and feasts on the change of fate created by a victim accepting its solution for a problem in their life
  • a very nice granny from that same comic who definitely deserves better than what happened to her. I am so so sorry granny
  • Koucchi and Yuu from A Changing of Moment, playing filler roles but also are cryptid/urban legend enthusiasts (also not psychic)
  • Batch from the second chapter of that same fic, who is a spirit and also a swarm of bees. literally. 
  • the trees. do the trees count. bc I love them a lot
  • the tarantula from a request pretty long ago, who is a psychic brick
  • and of course Ouji. the best part of me. the greatest household member in my Magi AU. he can run like a wind and hear a leaf touch the ground in a forest on the other side of the country. he also loves cuddles and is very loyal to his King. he is the best. the Best. a blessing to me and to that universe. 

and heres the ask meme bby throw some in if ya feel it

anonymous asked:

The real question would be, "what would make you guys happy?" I'm glad you asked bill, because I'd love to see them nips. Now I'm not talking a picture of a single nip, because that's like wondering if your front lights are out and only checking one light. We all need to see them Bill. It'll make me happy Bill. You know what an unhappy anon does Bill? I'm glad you asked Bill because unhappy anon gives Trump a small loan of a million dollars to tell Rand "Ya fired"

There. There they are. Those are my famed wide-set nipples. They’re over 12 inches apart. I hope you’re happy.

anonymous asked:

Hellooo, how are you???😄 I have to say that I love Sugar and Melon... And don't worry with your mom... She always love you whatever you do!!! 😘😁😁 *hugs*

Hello! I’m fine now thanks for asking. I’m glad you like them and I know my mom loves me I just find her a bit childish.

taggerbug  asked:

Do you have any theories on why Omega Flowey, the DT extractor, and Sans' gasterblasters look so similar?

(undertale spoilers)

Lets first take a look at all three elements of the game here. 

As you stated, they all look quite similar, as well as pretty intimidating. In order to connect them, we’re going to make use of the idea that former royal scientist W.D. Gaster was the individual who, at the very least, created the blueprints for the Determination Extractor. Seeing as Alphys herself states that these blueprints were what allowed her to extract determination from the human souls, it’s quite likely that the blueprints had already been there for her to use. 

What else supports the idea of a connection with Gaster? Sans’ Gasterblasters. Interestingly, Sans has his own set of blueprints in his lab. These blueprints could very well be from Gaster as well, considering the strange writing it is in. Aside from the Gasterblaster attack’s name, this blueprint also hints at a connection between Sans and Gaster. And it makes sense that the two creations would look similar in design if created by the same individual. So if W.D. Gaster created the blueprints for the DT Extractor, and created or at least inspired the creation of the Gasterblasters, why is Photoshop Flowey’s design so similar to both?

Flowey was created in the True Lab and probably spent a fair amount of time there. Within the lab, Flowey very likely would have seen the Determination Extractor. This may explain why Photoshop Flowey’s overall design is so similar to it. But how does it connect to the Gasterblasters?

On the fourth completed no-kill neutral route, there is dialogue from Flowey that indicates he has fought Sans before. He states: 

Did you start the Flowey Fan Club?
Ha. I’m just kidding.
I was watching. I know you didn’t.
But I don’t care. Really.
He probably would have invited his garbage brother.
You know. Smiley Trashbag.
If I have ONE piece of advice for you…
Let his brother.
Find out ANYTHING about you.
He’ll… well…
Let’s just say.
He’s caused me more than my fair share of resets.
Stay away from that guy.

This proves that Flowey has encountered Sans. From here, it’s easy to infer that Flowey witnessed the Gasterblasters in action, which could account for this attack.

All in all, it’s extremely likely that Gaster created or inspired the DTE blueprints and the Gasterblasters, and that Photoshop Flowey is similar to both due to having encountered both in his time.