re: ace eridan discussion, hcing hardcore romantics as aspec is something that can be so personal (<- hcs eridan AND karkat as ace/arospec)
LOL, YUP^2 🤝🤝
gotta love when characters enjoy shows of attraction and/or romance in entertainment and getting to explore the reason why they enjoy it being "because its being presented in a controlled space and not directly at them" <3
<33 herse a snipet of my re2 cleon fic where i force them to bond more during the apocalypse
Leon shrugs and the smile fades a little: “I am… hanging in there.” Claire felt bad for him. She saw the welcome signs in the west office. The little puzzle left for him to make a warm welcome. Now all his future colleagues were dead and walking. “Helluva night, huh?'' She tried to joke a little. Which prompted a little laugh from the rookie.
“You find your brother?” Leon asked and stepped a little closer to the gate. The thought of Chris being far away from this mess warmed Claire’s heart; “I did actually, he’s in Europe. Vacation.”
Leon’s eyes brightened a little, in relief. “Though he didn’t tell me about it.” Claire pretended to roll her eyes which made Leon laugh. Which was nice, hearing him laugh during all of this.
“I’m sure he had a reason.” Leon joked.
“Then that should be a pretty damn important reason to leave me in the dark. Though it’s not that strange of him.”
25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by
Hmmm I think once said it gave them steven universe vibes? but like, i think subconsciously it did influence me so i won't count that. some people say its like voltron, but again i didnt really Seek to emulate that style or whatever. i honestly dont remember what else it's been compared to
30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated
my dress kon ones <3 i need more people to see him looking pretty in a dress
i cant remember who posted it but im trying to find that post thats like "most terrifying lantern corps ranked" to prove to my friends they shouldnt try and assign themselves star sapphires or something and i cant find it ANYWHERE and i feel like you either were the op or mightve reblogged it at some point can u help me ; ;
i wrote that one actually! here it is. and here's an ask going a bit into why i find the star sapphire pretty disturbing in their current form in canon
A wet, pitiful laugh slips out of Jason’s throat when he reaches the top of the building and drops on his knees, gloved hands falling on the concrete beneath him, knuckles pressed down as he heaves a hysterical giggle. He still smells the dust, the rot, the explosives that filled the room, he still feels Bruce’s eyes on him as he turned away from him, as he let him bleed out on the floor, the width of his shoulders the last thing he saw before the building went up in flames. As he rests on top of this damned city, a bleak sun climbing above the skyline, bathing the soiled stones in sick yellows and pinks, Jason can’t help but laugh at the irony that this time, the explosion took the father instead of the son.
👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?
i do, either because they’re too saucy or too revealing about me so i keep them buried far from others’ eyes. i’ve got lots of unfinished wip because of boredom/it’s been too long since ive started them so i’ve lost interest but few i actively veto myself out of publishing
👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?
it’s not thinking, it’s knowing, the oud fic is definitely buried and i’ve got lots of feelings about this one, how and why it ended like that, it’s actually pretty sad when i think about it :/ that's why i dont do multi-chapters, and why i dont post before im sure i've got the whole thing written beforehand
🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.
more werewolves because there can never be too much lycanthropy in the world <3
“You stink,” Hal presses his cheek over his hair, indifferent to the filth covering him.
“Your problem, not mine,” he grunts even as he burrows deeper in his neck, pulling him closer with two arms wound tight around his back. Hal scoffs and flicks his ear with a couple fingers, watches as Guy lazily bats his hand away.