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[ask-ragdoll]

Hey Ragdoll! What's the most awkward situation you ever had to squeeze out of? love the blog btw

Well, there was that one time I made the mistake of hiding in between a mattress and box spring. The things my senses bore witness to that day will haunt my nightmares forever.

I would have included a flashback picture here, but quite frankly, that’s one memory I’d rather not revisit. Brr!

[askthemadhatter]

Hi! Just wondering have you and Dr. Crane ever thought of cosplaying as Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens? You two would certainly look the parts!

As in: ‘Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch’? Wonderful book, that. Both authors have great sense of storytelling and humorous wit. I feel very along the lines of work of Douglas Adams– ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ fame, of course. 

As for dressing up as the characters, well. I believe we do enough prancing about in burlap and top hats to warrant us not taking on other roles. However, the similarities with characterization is quite flattering! (Even if I’ll admit, I believe Mr. Crowley might be a bit too… Hmm, unrefined in comparison to the good professor. Both are equally charming, though!)

[autisticheadcanons]

Eddie Brock from Venom is autistic! I recently watched the film and theaters and I couldn't help but see a little bit of myself in him!

[ow-boombox-blog]

If you guys want ideas for events I got one! A while back a bunch of folks for the Stanchez fandom did a "micro-bang" where an artist and a writer were paired up and did a picture and story together. It was pretty fun!

Ooh that sounds really cool! We’ll add it to the list and how people like it once we get around to voting for the Event! Thanks for the suggestion! :D

~ Blurr ♪

[the-orion-scribe]

Ok my question is who are your OC's jealous of and why?

Ugly OC asks

Well, even if the triplets don't say it, they are def jealous of each other. I think both Taka and Nita envied Nilam's outgoingness and sociability, while Nilam hoped to be as academically inclined as Nita.

I think Nita also envied Taka's adventuring desires a bit and being seemingly closer to their Dad Dipper, while ironically I think Taka also envied how "normal looking" Nita is and how she resembled her father. Meanwhile, Nilam also felt afraid she might not be living up to her father's expectations as much

But yeah, these are some deep-level feelings they have and I hoped they can be resolved during the course of my next-gen.

[micaxiii]

commissioned by @siodymph

[randomqueens]

Snow and Lights, with a touch of Classic Music for the Soul

*coughs* Yes, hello. Sooooo......this is a secret santa for @siodymph for the @symmratsecretsanta. I apologize that I didn’t get a chance to get this posted on Christmas, nor get it up sooner. Still, I hope you enjoy this drabble and some of the inspirations/liberation's I took with it. Including a video that’ll give ya an idea of what I did ^^;; 

Summary: Injuries from a recent mission keeps Symmetra from the celebrations. But Junkrat has his ways to cheer her up. With some help, of course.

Enjoy.

It was snowing outside in the outskirts of Kings Row. And it was quite a lovely sight. Without the usual hustle and bustle of city life, the snow managed to remain pristine in color and untouched. Except for a few foot prints from the local fauna and humans that braved the brisk winds and low temperatures. More so the tire tracks that led to an outpost in the middle of the countryside that belonged to the organization that was Overwatch.

Just from the winter wonderland appearance in both the city and countryside, one might not believe that there was a fight in the city. One that the newly instated Overwatch was called in for. While some believe the fight between the peace keepers and the anti-omnic group would’ve been better resolved with certain agents on the team that was sent, the end result was a city not completely totaled with some of the destructive power of certain members. While there was some structural damage, it was quickly patched up in time for the winter holiday.

The same couldn’t be said for the surviving terrorist group members that were nursing both wounded pride and bodies from their cells in police custody. 

While most of the team that went to take care of the anti-omnic group were relatively fine, the main ones who were affected the most were Symmetra and Chimera. The fire user suffered with one of her mission prosthetics getting damaged and needing repairs. It was Symmetra that had suffered from multiple wounds and a broken leg. Thankfully, Mercy was with them and got it set back.

However, Symmetra was forced to bed rest so her leg could heal. Perhaps she could’ve been like some of her vocal team mates and curse both Morrison and Reyes for sending her on this mission. Then again.....she could have easily refused to go with the fact that there were enough agents going to take care of the enemy. Especially with Junkrat practically throwing himself prostrate on the ground before her, begging her not to go.

But she did, promising him that nothing would happen. And yet, she was stuck with nothing to do but rest. She couldn’t even work on blue prints for a new building in Oasis because Angela deemed it ‘strenuous’.  So that left her with the general ‘bored patient syndrome’ of reading books, watching tv and other little activities that wouldn’t aggravate her leg. It did help that someone was always around to have conversations with her.

More so having Jamison be with her, doing everything he could that would keep her from having something akin to cabin fever. However, Satya noticed that the closer it got to Christmas, the less she saw him. And she greatly missed his company.

When Christmas arrived, he arrived early in the morning, looking a bit haggard, but in jovial spirits to get her to the living room of the outpost. There, everyone exchanged presents. But it was Jamisons promise of his gift for her would be the best viewed at night.

“I still do not see why you wanted to give me your gift at night. And no one is here to see it.” Satya said from her place  on the couch, a cup of hot chocolate in her hands, looking out the bay windows towards the pristine snow view.

“Trust me, doll. You’ll love it.” Sitting next to her, she didn’t see the small remote that he had in his hand until a calm piano sounded from the stereo system. But what occupied it were the lights that littered outside in beautiful patterns, that were also in-sync with the tune of the music. In which she finally recognized when the electric guitar started playing. 

Sarajevo Carol of the Bells. She heard this a while ago and was intrigued with the mixture of classic and electric rock. But what got her were the lights. She didn’t notice anyone outside, nor any loud noises that would indicate that there were people working on this, so that raised a lot of questions. But the most important one she could ask was simple.

“How?” She asked in awe.

“Hell. No.”

“Please, Chime!” Jamison whined while watching Ana and Walidah bake sweets for the holiday meal for the outpost. He merely got the bird flipped at him quickly while the woman was finishing the made from scratch caramel icing for a 

“You might as well, ḥabībti. He did help you figure out what to get Roadhog.” Ana said, cutting up some figs with a sly smirk on her face since she knew that the fire users face will get dark.

“.....” the short pause was followed by a loud groaning sound emitting from the woman. Muttering something about being done, she washed her hands of the sticky icing before glaring at the junk man. “You owe me!” She hissed before walking out the kitchen.

“Let’s just say ah owe some Misses.” He said sheepishly with a chuckle as he wrapped a soft, powder blue fleece blanket around them both. Smiling when she rested her head on his shoulder, he kissed the crown of her head. “So? Was this a good present for ya?”

“No.” This had the junker tense up before he felt her hand cup his cheek and her lips on his for a quick kiss. 

“It is perfect.”