#spike hcs

[illegal-spiegel]

Jet and Spike hand holding head canons? Pls 🥺👉👈

Oh absolutely bestie. This is so cute!

Spike:

Spike's probs the kind of guy that will flirt up a STORM with you before you start dating

and even when you do start dating, homie doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut around you

when it comes to physical touch, he'll slap your ass, place a hand on your back, have you sit on his lap, all of that good shit

something sweet and romantic as holding hands though????

don't hold your breath

homie is probs just so touch starved and doesn't know the first thing about romance that it probs doesn't even cross his mind

and when it does, he just gets red in the face and forgets the idea

when you hold his hand for the first time, it's probs in the beginning of your relationship when you two are sitting on the couch watching tv or smth

gets so incredibly flustered over literally nothing

he can whisper dirty shit in your ear right in front of Jet with ZERO problem, but lord forbid you hold this man's hand LMAO

anyway, after that, y'all start holding hands more often

it takes a while for him to feel confident enough to hold your hand in public though

he's working on it though <3

when holding hands, if his thumb isn't on the outside, he will absolutely riot

Jet:

awe this lil cutie patootie

his first move on you was probs holding your hand

like, it took him MONTHS to work up the courage to actually hold your hand

just like Spike, he was tomato red in the face the entire time he was working up the courage to do it

it's probably when you two are alone, whether that be on the couch on the Bebop or at a secluded table in a restaurant

wherever it is, when he finally works up the nerve to just go for it, his hands are SOAKED

like, they're so wet and clammy it's a lil gross

you can't help but giggle at him

finally he's picked up on the flirting and hints you've been putting down

"Wanna wipe off your hands and try again, champ?" you tease him

this only causes him to get even redder

he huffs and turns his head away, removing his hand from yours

"Now you've lost your hand holding privileges."

"Wah! No! I'm sorry! C'mon, hold my hand again! I promise I won't complain!"

after hearing your begging, he smirks and offers his hand back out (which is much dryer now)

after that, it's a miracle if you two aren't holding hands after that

definitely is the type of hand holder where his thumb rubs the back of your hand

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[dinojay-art]

some small ish mlp doodles i did

[pzyii]

Every trans buffy character transitions with magic except Spike who got a back alley top surgery from Dru in the 1880s.

[wraithdolll]

i put him over a picture of my actual real life dad

[camellcat]

I can't remember where I saw this hc and it's absolutely killing me but I adoreee the idea that your last moments before you get turned into a vampire are what define you

angelus was being a violent pos and looking for a woman to end out his night. I don't doubt for a second he wouldn't have just taken what he wanted if darla wasn't willing. he was running high on cruelty for the fun of it, and becoming a vampire only exaggerated it forever

spike was reeling from a broken heart. his only desire was to love and be loved, but he'd also just been heavily ridiculed and was feeling embarrassed and angry. those insecurities and feelings were frozen in the moment dru turned him and, just like angelus, were only heightened once he'd become a vampire

darla was on her deathbed, and believed a priest was what had come to save her soul. that religious devotion carried over into her death, leading her with a strong sense of how she sees and acts as a vampire. also, the way she dresses. ofc it's probably just because of she was a sex worker, but it could also be a way to cover up the way she felt when she was sick. can't doll yourself up if you can't even get out of bed

drusilla had to deal with... well, angelus. poor girl was already explained in the shows quite clearly and I don't really feel like getting into it myself

but, oooo. doesn't it all just make perfect sense?

[mapsthewanderer]

Maps headcanons -

The LADS boys

- Gifting them a bouquet edition

Details: 500 words on giving them a flower bouquet on a random day. Maybe a lil nod to Stardew Valley, who knows hehehe. Anyway, they deserve it muah

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💜 Rafayel

You walk in holding a bouquet so big it nearly swallows your arms. His eyes widen, and then narrow suspiciously.

“Are these… for me?”

He takes them, sniffs dramatically, and then promptly sticks a paintbrush in the middle like it belongs.

“Frame this moment. I’m moved.” Then softer, under his breath, “You shouldn’t do things like this. I’ll start expecting them.”

Later, you catch him sketching them, from memory, not reference. The lines are loose, dreamy. One bloom leans a little to the left, like it’s listening. You realize it’s not the flowers he’s drawing anymore. It’s how he felt when you gave them.

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🩵 Zayne

It’s a small, elegantly wrapped bouquet. Every stem placed with precision, each bloom chosen for meaning over flash. You hand it over without a word, and he freezes like his code just crashed.

He blinks down at the flowers, then at you, then back again.

“…These are fresh. And expensive.”

You nod.

He clears his throat, sets them down with great care, and then hugs you—brief, firm, reverent.

“Thank you. I’ll keep them beside the bed.”

(He already checked if the pollen could trigger respiratory sensitivity, contact dermatitis, or cross-reactive allergens. You didn’t even see him do it.)

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🧡 Caleb

He tries so hard to play it cool, arms crossed as you hold out a precisely arranged, hand-tied bouquet—structured, solid, like it was built to last.

“For me?” he asks, one brow raised—but he takes them without hesitation, already smirking. “You know this is a little unfair, right?” he adds, glancing down at the bouquet in his hands.

Then—quieter, more like a thought slipping out than something meant to be heard:

“You’ve already got me.”

He stands in the kitchen for ten minutes trying to google “how to preserve flowers” without letting you see. Before you can call him out on it, he glances over his shoulder and smirks:

“What? Can’t have a gift from my favorite girl dying on me.”

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🩷 Xavier

The bouquet is oddly shaped, half-paper, half-stems, slightly off-center—chosen for how it made you feel, not how it looked. You hold it out, and he stares at them blankly, as if he’s processing input he didn’t request.

“…Was there an event?”

You shake your head.

“Then these are… just because?”

He accepts them carefully, like they might dissolve in his hands, and mutters,

“Strange custom. I think I like it.”

Later, you find the bouquet tucked into an oversized measuring beaker on the windowsill. A yellow post-it note is stuck crookedly to the glass. Scrawled in neat handwriting: Asset marked “Unexpected Joy”

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❤️ Sylus

You have to balance the bouquet against your shoulder just to knock—long-stemmed, dramatic, and too striking to pretend it’s anything casual. Deep-colored blooms, sharp angles, a little dangerous by design.

The study door creaks open. Sylus blinks once. Twice.

“…You’re giving me flowers?”

He holds them like they might explode—until he doesn’t. Then he smirks and says,

“Bit old-fashioned of you. I like it.”

He puts them in a crystal vase you didn’t even know he owned. There’s a pause, almost too long—like he’s weighing the softness of the moment before he lets it settle.

“Next time, don’t bring a decoy. If you’re giving something away, make it you.”

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[lidoshka]

Leave the sword behind, grab the children's hands

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Fanart for the story "Resonant" by @syndrossi (and as you clearly see, I'm dying to see the moment Jon is given a clear bill of health!)

[ghostbsuter]

"And then– I kicked ass and got crowned for it!" Danny sobs, the air around them filled with fear gas, Tim trying everything he can think of to console his little brother.

It's interesting to witness the way danny reacts to the gas with his biology–

Not now, Tim. Crying brother first.

"How about riding back to my apartment, hm? I'll get some takeout, and we watch movies." The mask makes it difficult, nothing he couldn't handle however.

The sobs don't decrease and Tim feels like sobbing himself now.

In a swoop, he's cradling danny, walking to his bike and driving off.

So much for getting to know your long estranged little brother.

[itsnotmourn]

breakfast date with a side of death glare

art trade with @eatyourmaker !! except i went overboard and made my part into a comic HEHE

fanfic below because i’m not sure how to alt text this without going overboard :’3

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“How about you tell me what you want for breakfast? My treat.”

Evermore places his hand on Rick’s back as he lets the tired man think.

It’s a cold winter morning. Although the sky is a nice blue, clear and clean, it is awfully windy, and even when the air is still, the cold bites when it can.

The mayor of this small simple town finds himself at the iron gates of a large, ivory-coloured house. In front of its grand exterior is a carefully tended garden of colours. Tall trees almost caress the walls but not quite; they barely reach the upper level windows.

Of course, it’s nothing that impressive compared to his one-of-kind home but… Evermore could consider it competition.

That’s a thought for another day.

“Hmm…” Rick stands still in thought. “Maybe… Well, pancakes are a nice idea,” he begins.

As the tired man tries to figure out his options, Evermore suddenly couldn’t help but feel something at the back of his head. Like a burning feeling. A very gradual one but it’s there.

Rick continues to muse, inattentive. “Or eggs. Like eggs on toast? But I can make that at home though.”

Internally, Evermore excuses himself and tunes out Rick for the moment, trying to find that burning feeling. It annoys him.

As he glances behind himself, he peers over the iron gate’s finials and above the young trees, beyond the finely trimmed garden, Evermore finally spots his problem.

At the house itself, facing the open streets, there is an open window with a woman there, holding a steaming cup.

It is a woman he knows very well; a relative of his partner, Rick. Carmen, one of the few people that could rival the greatest man himself, stands by the window with one of the most seething scowls she could ever give. A familiar look but seething nonetheless.

Evermore’s face scrunches slightly. Ough, he groans in his mind.

He knows too well what words that glare of her’s tell and Carmen doesn’t even need to say anything. It is one of those ‘do something wrong or you will get it’ looks. In this case, Evermore thinks it’s probably something like ‘treat him right or you die.’

“I don’t know,” Rick concludes. “I can have anything. I’m not picky.”

But Evermore knew that. That was in his plan from the start.

“I hear you,” the mayor finally answers to Rick. “I’ll get you all that you ask for.”

Rick blinks. “No, just one thing is fine.”

“Nonsense!” Evermore pats Rick’s shoulder assuringly. “It’s my treat and a treat you deserve.”

[yadchi-i-guess]

Ok drawing bedrock wasn't that bad actually

[rabotimagines]

Okay, i'm already pretty sure what characters I'm doing hcs for this for, but I also want thoughts just cause + also if I ever feel like doing a part two. But valveplug opinion, sticky related below.

Say you're a bot with a Spike+valve. Which bot do you want to suck your spike and/or who would you wanna throat frag and why. You can say more than one character if you've got thoughts.

And if you're too shy to say it on this post, you can say it in my inbox on anon, and I'll post your thoughts via that way (works about to get busy again for me so I'll post em when I get off)

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Finding Peace Pt.3: Dance With Me (Spike x Y/N)

Request: No. Part 3 of the Multi fic.

Synopsis: Being a cursed slayer is hard. Harder when a vampire won't just leave you alone.

TW: None.

Word Count: 1.2k

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Sun has set and the air is thick with fog. It’s eerily quiet in the cemetery. Not a creature to disturb the atmosphere. Inside the crypt there permeated a different energy.

Heavy sighs and lustful laughs can be heard. The sound of passionate kissing and groping is evident in the quiet of the night. Spike held you close to him on the sofa. Like a predator that caught his prey. You sighed in his mouth as you melded in a fiery storm of desire. His hands roamed your upper back, trying to unclasp your bra. You didn’t protest. Everything was going well. Too well. You came out for air. Heavy eye contact was made. As if you could communicate your deepest desires with one look.

As Spike was ready to go in for another round of erotic contact a loud noise was heard. He looked up but nothing was there. Another thud nearer still. He felt in a haze. As if something was amiss. As he looks back down at you, you disappear. His dream is broken. He wakes up with a gasp. Another dreaded dream of the cursed slayer. He felt surprised that his attention had shifted so suddenly to the new slayer. His heart still belonged to Buffy, or at least that’s what he liked to believe. However, these heavy sensual dreams were more frequent as of late.

Outside y/n roamed the cemetery, hacking away at heavy foliage near the wooded area. Another night out on the hunt. If it could stop, that would be an improvement to y/n's life. Being cursed to hunt demons for over 1,000 years is less of a privilege and more of a punishment. The world may be safe, but y/n loses her grip on reality. Every day is the same. Wake up, go to work, wait till the sun sets and hunt. Everything was the same with a little twist, this time around. Spike being the lemon to her lemonade. She regarded him as an equal, someone that she enjoyed being around, but the lord knows he was bad for her. With his British accent, bravado and underlying poet heart. She had met many like him, but he had a spark to him. A light that others missed. She hadn’t seen him since their slow dance. You could say that tonight her hunt was partially focused on finding him again.  

The cemetery was empty, quiet. The fog gave it an eerie ambiance. Y/n was guarded and ready for a fight. No, hoping for a fight. A crack in the distance catches her attention. She walks closer, hoping to encounter a demon. She pounces on a bush, wrestles with a branch or two to find nothing. A bunny on its way to its hide out.

"Attacking critters, are we?" A smug voice called from behind.

Y/n whips her head around to find him, leaning on a tombstone. She made a mental note of how ridiculously big the tombstone was. She feigned annoyance.

"You can never be too sure in the Hellmouth. What are you up to in this cryptic place." She brushed off the twigs and leaves that gathered in her hair.

"Vampire plus cemetery equals home."

She felt dumb. "Oh right, god forbid you find somewhere that doesn't smell like death"

"I like to call it musk." He grinned and walked closer. He fiddled with her hair, pulling the remaining twigs out of it. "Are we hunting tonight, cursed slayer?"

She snatched her hair back. "It’s just slayer and yes. I heard that a big demon was hiding out here. You didn't see a skinny little rascal full of horns and pointy teeth, did ya?"

"The description paints a picture but none that I’ve seen. Why not entertain yourself with some vampires while you wait?"

"No can do. That's Buffy's territory. I just hunt demons now a days.”

Spike raises his eyebrows, incredulous. “A retired slayer?"

"No, to loop back to your original point, I’m a cursed slayer. Part of the ordeal is that I can't kill vampires and they can't kill me. So we're eternally stuck with each other. Poetic, ain't it?" Y/n makes a face of defeat.

Spike takes a breath, processing what you just said. He is thoroughly amused by your circumstances. Enthralled with the idea that you can't hurt him and he can’t hurt you. Equals.

He proceeds to laugh after a pause. "You're pathetic."

"Super rude." She pushes past him. She regrets seeking him out. Of course, regardless of how she feels about him, he is still evil.

He reaches back for her only to miss her hand. The slight touch sending shivers down his spine. What a nit he has been. If she were like Buffy, she would’ve bantered with him. Picked a fight. Y/n is much less tolerant of his teasing.

Y/n walks with purpose deeper into the cemetery woods in search of the demon. Spike follows her.

"What do you want Spike? Let me be pathetic in peace." She's angry and hurt.

This is why you don't share about your curse. It makes you feel defective, useless. She thought.

He steps in front of you, hands up in a defensive stance. "I’m sorry. I didn't mean it as an insult"

You laugh. "How else am I supposed to take it?"

"I’m not used to people taking what I say to heart. I was expecting an insult back."

"Yes, please make fun of my suffering. I just love being eternal. If you’re looking for a fight, go somewhere else. Now move, this pathetic cursed slayer still has work to do."

As you walk away, he beats himself up internally. What a fucking idiot he's being. How can he reach out to you if he's too busy pushing you away? So, he follows you again without a word.

Screeching is heard from a couple of miles away. A pained scream from an unknown being. There's a clearing in the woods and an animal is seen thrashing and fighting for its life. Y/n crouches low, eyes on the demon feeding on the animal.

"That our guy?" Spike sneaks behind you.

You don't answer. You pull a sword from a sheath strapped to your back. You're ready.

You go in fast with a big swing. You miss by a small margin. The demon confronts you and you go at it. His slim form permits him to be agile while you're slightly slowed down by your weapon.

Frustrated, Spike gets tired of being on the sidelines. "Mind if I cut in." He slugs the demon unexpectedly.

The demon stumbles and before he can get his bearings you slice into the demon’s chest cavity. The demon screams out in pain. His body slumps with a disgusting thud.

"That was easy." Spike smirked.

You're frustrated with him for insulting you and the even more for cutting in. It was clear that coming out tonight was a mistake. You turn around and start to storm off, sword in hand. You hated how overly sensitive you felt around Spike. He was just another vampire. So, why were you so hurt by him?

"Wait..." Spike begs.

You swing your sword and place it inches away from his face. He steadies.

"I liked our dance the other night. It felt right. Can we do it again sometime?"

"Are you gonna insult me again?"

Spike pondered it. He liked getting under her skin. "Not unless it turns you on."

You laughed, you couldn't help it. This dolt of a vampire had you in a chokehold and you didn't know why.

"Do you know how to waltz?" She asked.

Spike grimaced. "A bit uppity for my taste but I'll do it." He pushes your sword away and steps closer "But only for you."

[koodless]

Angst Metal

[cillyscribbles]

i like the idea of older jemima looking terrifyingly like a macavity 2.0 situation waiting to happen but anyone who's shared more than one moment with her is well aware her attitude is perpetully that of a person who's never felt slighted once in their life

[transingthoseformers]

I need to see humanformer Shockwave with an obscenely large bulge in his lab uniform.

I think I've already said this before but a lot of Shockwave designs have really big codpieces, ESPECIALLY Tfp hooooooooo boy, he's definitely packing a monster.

If you couldn't tell, I spend a lot of time thinking about Shockwave's cock.

I hear you, but I'd like to hear some of your thoughts about the possible applications of Shockwave's cock :3

[rotteneldritchhorror]

I’m sorry but the entire time Max is out after season 4, Eddie is working on making her a cute little battle jacket with cripplepunk, arcade/gamer and skater patches (with a couple patches from Californian brands kindly donated from Argyle) and some cute embroidery done by Nancy