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Your Vash art brings me much joy :)))))
WAHHH??? THANK YOUUUUUU HAVE SOME EXTRA VASH ART WITH A BONUS TRIMAX VASH AND WOOWOO
#ari's art#ari answers#trigun stampede#trigun fanart#trigun maximum#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood
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The young baron wonders if you would like to aid the anti-human cause?
How do you respond?
Donnie may not have chosen the best Surp-rise contestants to pitch this plan to...
(Panel 1 correction: to all of humanity, yokais, and mutants alike, not just humanity)
@phoebepheebsphibs @tmntaucompetition
#even if we are no longer in the comp i will respond#esp now that i am free of wedding stress#woo! mara and i are married heehee#anyways….. yeah poor choice donnie baron#surp-rise!au#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt april#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#ari answers
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could you write a matt murdock x reader one shot where the [reader] is spider-man’s cousin, is a doctor in hell’s kitchen and has a thing going on with daredevil.
Then one night after patrolling Spider-man brings DD to meet his cousin after the two get into a fight with baddie of the day but Spider-man doesn’t know that’s the two know each other and just starts going on and on bout how brilliant his cousin is to DD. After their meeting [Reader] wonders when they should tell the poor teen that they already know each other.
haven't you heard?
Pairing: Matt Murdock x nurse!gn!reader
Wordcount: 748
A/N: such a fun ask!! i love writing these guys :D writing comms are open btw :3
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“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt says, voice barely above a whisper as he clambers through your window. Your head immediately shoots up from where it’s lying on the couch, an episode of an old sitcom playing forgotten on your TV.
“Matt, hey, are you okay?” You ask, rushing to him. You try to hold him at arm's length, to see his injuries, but instead he pulls you in. He hugs you close to him, cradling your head and holding you tight, breathing in your comfort. You instinctively put your arms around him, laughing lightly as he walks your bodies towards the couch. He uses his leg to make your knees buckle, and you let out a light ‘oof’ as he falls on top of you (gently, always gently).
“What’s up with you?” You laugh, scratching at his scalp at just the right way to make him melt into you. He pushes his mask off, settling into your arms, like an extremely touchy weighted blanket.
“Hard day. Tired,” he mumbles, pushing his face into your neck, his stubble tickling you.
“Any injuries?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Matthew.”
He sighs. “A small cut on my abdomen. That’s it.”
You run your hands down his sides, trying to feel for it, when he takes your hands in his and holds them to your chest. He lifts his head, giving you a soft kiss. “Five more minutes,” he whispers, “then you can patch me up.”
You never could say no to him. “Fine. Five more minutes.”
***
Matt’s ribs hurt. His hands hurt. He’s pretty sure even his teeth hurt. He heard Peter (Matt figured out his identity pretty quick, he doesn’t even try to mask his voice) get hit a lot harder than he did, but the kid won’t stop talking. It would be endearing, if he wasn’t annoyed.
“—and when you grabbed his arm? I mean, even I didn’t see that coming, and I can see!”
Matt hums, trying to find a way to leave and go to you. He’s pretty sure he has some bones that need to be set back into place, and sure, he could do it on his own, but he really wants you.
“Oh man, you’re looking rough,” Peter says, stopping mid-ramble to take a good look at him.
“It’s okay, I know—”
“We should see my cousin!” Peter almost yells, enthusiastic. “They’re amazing. Did you know they’re a med student? Top of their class, about to start their residency. And when they help set my bones it doesn’t hurt as much. I swear, they have magic hands or something, everything heals faster when they help.”
Matt snorts. “I’m sure your healing ability also has something to do with it.”
He hears Peter shrug. “Sure, but they also make me hot cocoa if I’m really injured, which has to help in some capacity, right?”
Matt sighs, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. Should he just run? Just make a break for it? No, he shouldn’t. Peter might follow him and find you. He wants to have something just for him. So, with a weary smile, he turns his head in Peter’s general direction. “Where’s your cousin located?”
Peter excitedly leads him in a seemingly random direction, and Matt blames his injuries on why it took him so long to realise they were going to your building. What are the chances that Peter’s cousin and his doctor live in the same place?
Then Peter swings to your window.
Wait.
Your window?
He throws it open, calling out your name. Matt scrambles in after him, and sure enough, you’re there.
“Matt?” He hears you say, confusion laced in your voice.
The tension bleeds out of his shoulders as he awkwardly gives a half-hearted wave. “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Wait, you two know each other?” Peter asks, head swiveling. “Also, sweetheart?”
You rush over to Matt, leading him to your kitchen island and lightly pushing him to indicate he should sit down. “Long story short, Petey, this is the guy I’m seeing,” you tell him sheepishly. Before you can run off to grab your first aid kit (which is really a mini pharmacy, at this point) Matt grabs your hand and gives you a light kiss.
“Ew, gross,” Peter says, almost absentmindedly, “why didn’t you tell me you were seeing the Daredevil.”
“You never asked,” you chuckle.
Peter sputters. “I didn’t know it was an option!”
As you leave for your kit, Matt smiles at Peter. “I agree, your cousin’s pretty great.”
#inbox#Anonymous#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#ari writes#ari answers#ari speaks#daredevil#marvel
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Hey, Ari do you think Yunjin is a dom or a sub?
hey! and Yunjin is a TOTAL dom!
she’ll be nice and cuddly and clingy and may seem like a sub on camera and off camera with her members
but when you ask for sex or just asking her to rail you?
she will not hesitate to bend you over her desk or a counter and she fingers you right then and there. FULL ON DOM! (she also has a mommy kink heheh)
#ari answers#le sserafim#huh yunjin#huh yunjin smut#jennifer huh#huh yunjin x you#huh yunjin x reader
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Hello, my beloved moots!
I know I'm always behind on my Asks and DM's, but I had a little bit of time yesterday so I wanted to share the love and appreciation I have received in the recent months. ♡
♡ Personal post below! ♡
My darlings @underthenightskydreamsneverdie @evaslytherpuff @shanaraharlyah @hotcinnam0nspicy @valyrra and @sevprince-91, thank you so much for dropping by to remind me that you think I am wonderful and for spreading your sunshine into my humble blog! Please know I love and cherish you all! ♡♡♡
And to the kind anons who had sent me nothing but positivity and love, I hope you know you've brought a smile to my face! 🥰
After one whole year of being in this fandom, I am still awed by how supportive and generous a lot of you are! I feel blessed to have had been able to curate my experience in this fandom in a way that makes me feel happy and safe in this little chunk of internet I call my blog. And even though it hasn't always been smooth sailing for some of us, myself included, I'm glad I still share the same space and niche with some of the nicest, craziest, most creative lot I've ever had the pleasure of calling my mutuals!
And lastly, I feel so bloody blessed to have met my soul sisters through HL! Like, I cannot truly imagine what my life would be like without the unwavering love and support of two of the hottest people to ever walk this earth @esolean and @valyrra! Like, sheesh! Have you seen these two?! And of course, what would I be without my girlfriend, confidant, and sisterwife @subastian-swallows? Babe, it's you and me forever. Sorry I have to drag you into this emo fit.
Apologies for the long post. I just wanna remind everyone that my blog is a safe space and that I really do genuinely cherish you all even if I'm not able to mention you by name. Like, my ride-or-dies know who you are. Okay, I'm going now byeeee! ♡♡♡
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Just wanted to shoot you a note saying I hope you’re doing well. Don’t know much about what you’re going through, but know chemo is rough and I’m just wishing you the best.
this is so sweet, thank you so much 🥺
it's been rough but im attempting to get through it!! if things go well then I'll only have a month of chemo left, or else it's till the end of june 🤞🤞
I hope you're doing well, and you have a lovely week ❤️
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yes please oh my god thank you, this has been buzzing in my mind since last night! + i also apologize if this is a bit long!
but imagine being in a relationship with soap—but also being the captain’s ‘daughter’? here me out: he’s not actually your dad, the man is only about 38-39. but let’s say him and your dad were apart of the same team, best friends basically. your dad meets your mom, your mom falls pregnant but something happens to your dad whereas he’s no longer in your life, so price steps in takes that fatherly roll and helps your mom out—you know the whole thing!
and you’re apart of the task force with an outstanding performance + record for your age and that’s when soap comes in, he’s had his eye on you since day and you had your eyes on him. you both decide to keep your relationship lowkey to avoid price finding out—which fails fucking epically. ghost and gaz know but they don’t speak on it—gaz doesn’t, because he knows you’ll probably end up breaking his damn arm and ghost keeps quiet because he secretly likes seeing johnny so happy and so in love.
price has his suspicions because one, fathers intuition, hello! and two, he overheard gaz and ghost (gaz can’t whisper to save his life). and he catches you guys both in the act one night (if you knowwwwww what i meannnnnnnnn!!!) and you both are just sitting in the bed, pulling the blankets up and staring at him in disbelief.
*** minor note: i was doing some research last night about military rooms n apparently some bases let the soldiers have their OWN rooms instead of sharing so that’s what i picture their base looking like! the reader has her own room and she decorated it really nicely; like a tv, mini fridge, air fryer, led lights, nice full size bed + etc …. and i feel like she orders stuff from amazon a lot even though price is kinda sketch about what arrives and what leaves the base — but she has her ways! i just picture the reader having a really nice n cute room that her and soap love hanging out in during after hours. she definitely has a bluetooth speaker she plays her music in and sometimes he likes to sit on her bed while the music is playing and draws!!
no anon because you are onto something here.
Price is so torn because on one hand he has this protective "no one is good enough for my girl" thing going on but on the other hand that is Johnny and he knows him and that he's a good man.
Like he'd probably not talk to either of you for a week and then you come back to your room to see he has left a package of condoms and a brochure about safe sex in your room as if you are not in your mid twenties.
He still acts a bit awkward around the two of you, is a bit harder on Soap for a few weeks and then he finally calms down fully and invites both of you out for dinner to talk things out.
#this is so unrelated but omg i didn't know you could do colored text in asks lmfao i am amazed#also simon being so happy for johnny HELPPPP#anon i am giving you a gentle forehead kiss your mind amazes me#i hope you're aware you just made my little neurodivergent self flap my hands real hard#Captain Price#anonymous#ari answers
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YOOO WHY DID I NEVER KNOW OF YOUR SIDE BLOG HOLY FUCK IMMA LIKE THE HELL OUT OF THIS ONE
JHDFFHFKJD i opened the site to a bunch of notifications and it's all you i love that sm (/≧▽≦)/
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What is Love??
Is it a curse or a blessing, A cure or the disease??
Your Mr. Anonymous Poet
Please note I am an Episcopal Christian, and I writing from my personal worldview. Quotations from 1 Corinthians 13 and 1 John 4:18.
In the beginning, the world was a story.
But before that…it was love.
A cure? Or a disease? Here is the truth as I have found it: there is nothing simple alive today. And love is the disease that drives us for a cure; the things we are willing to do for others, for ourselves, for our passions and prayers….our love here is broken and we redraw the lines again and again, hoping to make them straight. But brokeness is a kind a beauty, too…and we are all drawing pictures through a fogged mirror, imitating the Divine in a game of cosmic Pictionary.
There are many kinds of love. Tell me: when is the line crossed? When is it time to realize you hated one thing but loved another; somewhere, somehow, your love bled out and became a mourning? Is not grief and hate and rage and contentment all a kind of love….
I believe that, at the end, everyone has truly loved at least one thing.
A safety. A soul. A vision .A being.A child, a promise, a delusion, a moment.
Someone once said that love is a dagger, and they were right. But we get to choose how it cuts us. And it will, it will, because there is no safe love for love itself is fundamentally unsafe. Love requires your soul to open, no matter how small, and that is never safe. It’s risky. It opens the possibility of horrific pain with a disarming gentleness. Love asks us to open our hand and say I will allow this thing to hurt me. I will feel something. I will risk.
And there is nothing more powerful or more risky than our ability to feel.
Love requires vulnerability and that in itself is dangerous.
Love is a thread that ties a dying world to a brightening universe, Created to their Creator. Blessing? Curse? There is no greater curse than that of alienation, and it is the one thing removed from us entirely. It is gone, unless we put it there ourselves. It’s been replaced with a promise, which many call a curse. But I ask: when was blessing a promise of ease? Maybe a blessing in it’s purest form is a knife, to peel back the layers of what we believe. Isn’t self knowledge a blessing too?
I believe love is a blessing. I believe we can pour our own self-hatred and fear into it, and stir it into a scourge for those around us. And no matter what we do with it, we eventually drink the poison ourselves, for the one part of the blessing that can never leave is that it touches you somehow. Emptiness is a curse, too, and it can begin in love.
We are so afraid. We whisper our fears into our love until we can no longer tell which is which. Our love is no longer Divine; we have made it our own. We punish ourselves with our own poison. “but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.”
When we truly love something, we are setting aside our greatest fear. Death no longer matters. We might die — die horribly — but we have found something worth dying for. It says I might die from you and also I would die for you; love whispers in the hearts of both the person taking the bullet and the person holding the gun, for we have to love something even if it is a delusion. The purest form of love strikes the gun away and says no, I have found something better to love even if it kills me. I have found something worth sacrificing everything I have. I have realized that the story is bigger than me, bigger than my soul, bigger than a short beginning and a swift end. It goes on. The love I left goes on. “Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.”
It is not always a physical death, for love is recognizing there are stronger things than the end. It can be a death of the soul, a death of a dream, a death of a chance to reach out to another and say I love you. In a wounded world and a cold sky. I love you and I love you and I will look inside my soul for all good things for you are deserving of them. True love is looking past pain and the awful soul sickness of hurt.
There is something greater than my pain, and that is the Divine Love.
“Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away…For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away….For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.”
The world began in love; it will end that way, too, with our cosmic Pictionary wiped away, and our final Love revealed.
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I'm so tired but relaxedd??? If that even makes sense like, im relaxed because theres no classes but life is making me so tireddd (TT) so much happened in a span of days now i am just drained
I feel you. (It makes sense lol) having classes is stressful but life also makes me stressed and tired. Because there is so much drama going on in school and stuff so yh.
But I hope you get good rest tonight! Sleep well
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I hope this isn’t too personal but can you show a picture of the cats?
Unprompted ask
I don't mind at all!
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I don't know how to say this or why it happens but whenever I see you on my dash posting teenage mutant ninja turtles my brain without fail goes "Oh yeah, they're going turtle mode!"
This is what you see me doing anon:
And yes, this is me so often when I reblog a bunch of rottmnt / turtle content. You understand me
#this made my morning to see oh my god#and my mind went right to this meme#Rottmnt#TMNT#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#Ari answers
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Thanks for kindly replying!
I sorta want to request a RC9GN story about Randy having a lonely birthday (which Howard has again forgotten about because… he forgets his bestie’s all the time!).
PS: Yeah, I’m a very sfw person but I don’t want to tread into shipping territory atm, so I’ll stay safe with the bromance friendship route.
Sorry about the late response! I'm currently halfway into the fall semester of college, so I'm working on a butt-load assignments at the moment. So, forgive me if any part of this feels rushed. 🥲
Also...I know your prompt wanted it to be centered on Howard forgetting Randy's birthday, but the whole "Randy having a lonely birthday" reminded me of a plot point in my Idol!AU that covers just that. Inspiration struck, so I had to write it out. I hope you don't mind! 😅
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Time was a funny thing. Despite its consistency, the way it moves along at the same rhythm and tempo for everybody on earth, the way you process its passage will never be the same as how others go about it.
It had been six months since Randy came to Akemioka. 26 weeks since he decided to keep the other trainees at arm’s length, the last words Howard said to him replaying in his mind over and over again like a looped song. 181 days since he dedicated his time to testing the limits of his vocal range, improving his dancing skills, and practicing his Japanese. Anyone else would’ve thought those 4,344 hours were the longest they’ve ever endured, or the fastest that has ever managed to give them the slip. But Randy? He watched the clock in real time. Felt all 260,640 minutes pass by him like a classmate in a busy hallway. Time wasn’t a tangible thing; you couldn’t reach out and grasp it, as if it was a ball you had to catch or a bar you needed to grab. And yet, those 15,638,400 seconds churned something fierce in the depths of his stomach. It twisted his guts, pushed bile up his throat, got tears swelling up in the corners of his eyes. Every breath, whether slow-deep or shaky-shallow, was weighed down by the ticks that resonated from each clock Randy came across. All because Randy spent 15,638,400,000 milliseconds avoiding others like the plague, hoping—no, praying the thought of him being a major-league shoob would never cross any of their minds. Isolation was key. If he didn’t want to prove Howard right, if he didn’t want to run the risk of letting down anybody else, he had to alienate himself from everybody. He needed the loneliness, the company of himself and himself alone. That’s the only way he’ll be able to survive all this.
Except…
Birthdays weren’t a private thing. Not to Randy. It was unfathomable to him, to spend a day centered on the fact that you beat out the odds and lived another year in complete, utter seclusion. This accomplishment, this goal post, needed to be shared with others. It needed to be celebrated with the people you care about the most. That’s how it’s always been for Randy every time March 21st rolled around. He always had his friends and family at his side, congratulating him for the mere feat of being alive. He always had somebody to wish him a happy birthday, to give him a gift and lift up his spirits.
Until now, that is.
It had been 6 months since he left Norrisville right in the midst of the week before Thanksgiving break. 6 honking months since his fight with Howard and the end of a friendship he’d wholeheartedly believed would follow him to his grave. Randy knew 6 months after November was March. He knew he’d be spending his 15th birthday in Japan. Yet, it took his parents calling him at 6am sharp to actually accept that. It took his parents’ smiling faces on a tiny-ass screen, idly remarking that they had to get the timing just right so that their birthday message for him would be the first thing he woke up to, for him to finally acknowledge that, yes. It was his birthday now. Randy was officially 15 years old. And this phone call right here was all he’d be getting this year. No gifts. No parties. No…Howard. Just him and his parents on opposite sides of the Pacific, with only their phones keeping them connected.
If it wasn’t for the fact that his roommate was literally right next to him, Randy would’ve cried right then and there.
#Ari answers#imadumdumjewel#rc9gn idol au#rc9gn#randy cunningham 9th grade ninja#randy cunningham#this bit will definitely pop up soon in a later chapter of the idol!au fic#except more polished b/c i really felt like i rushed this one 😖#i really didn't want to keep you waiting!!#so i wanted to post this ASAP#once again sorry if there are any errors and for not sticking 100% to the prompt!!
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"I would look at you like Ryujin looks at Yeji"
yeah but Ryujin looks at Yeji with a lot of love in her eyes!
#itzy imagines#shin ryujin#itzy ryujin#yeji#itzy yeji#itzy#alexey is my baby girl ❤️🔥#ari answers#ryujin#hwang yeji
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Hi!
Been thinking about asking this for a long time. You've had a lot of AIs generated for Ren, a few people did fanarts, not to mention picrews. They all look rather different! I understand differences in hairstyles and got used to those. But which AI/picsrews/fanarts do look MOST like the girl you envision? Eye? Face in general? Lips? Perhaps it's not just one thing, but a combination (eyes from one, chin from another and so on)?
What visual features make Ren Ren?
Thank you!!! This Ask got me all excited! I don't think I've ever elaborated on Ren's outward appearance before, so I'll take this opportunity to add more to her lore and the rationale behind her varying updo's.
Ren Aries is of mixed race, with an East Asian muggle-born father and a Western European pureblood mother. (Her father assumed a somewhat anglicised version of their family name to bridge the cultural gap when they moved to England, with Aries being the Western zodiac equivalent of the dragon in the Chinese zodiac. Weird tangent on the onomastics of her totally not Asian-sounding last name lol sorry).
As a child, her nannies would often put her thick, black hair up in double buns, which she was not very happy with (see picture of grumpy baby Ren). As her hair grew, she started braiding it herself, opting for twin braids with mostly messy parted bangs, which she keeps for the majority of her younger years. As she matured, she started wearing either a half-tie or a single braid, letting her hair down completely only when she's most vulnerable. She inherited her father's sharp, brown eyes and neotenous features and her mother's pouty lips and small stature.
To be completely honest, Ren in HL-verse started off as a self-insert, both in likeness and in lore, but as I've expanded on her story over the past year, she's kind of taken a life of her own. The first AI images of her have evolved since and there are different versions of her depending on who's drawing or rendering her. Her trademark features would be black hair, brown eyes, pouty lips, but I guess to sum it all up, Ren Aries would canonically look like this:
Younger Ren vs Adult Ren
I use the same set of reference photos to generate AI images of her but there are always slight differences depending on the template I'm working with and the angles of the images. Be that as it may, this is probably the most accurate images of how I envision Ren Aries looks like. ♡
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Sup babygirl
sup shawty
#ari answers#wbc shots giving me the worst back pain known to man#exam chal raha hai kya#friends#tanya#im writing bucky angst because my college wont tell me if i deserve rest or not
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