#overdrive ask

[freedomfireflies]

Hiiiiiiii Miss Firefly!!!☺️☺️

How are street racerry and clover doing??

AAA THIS IS SO CUTE, STOP!!

They're good! I would say right about now...they're having some fun at a drive-in theatre hehe

Some Grace Kelly movie is on and Clover is curled up under his arm while he uses his other hand to slowly, softly, and subtly stroke over the front of her underwear...just enough to tease her but not enough to actually help hehe

And she's biting her lip, trying so hard not to make a sound as he whispers, "Good girl. Just stay nice and quiet and I won't stop. Might even let you sit on my cock if you're good."

[martyrbat]

rev up – batman: overdrive

[ID: a monochrome panel of Bruce Wayne as a toddler. Bruce is sitting in a booster seat in the backseat of a car as Alfred Pennyworth drives him. Bruce points out the window and giggles, '‘meow!’ as Alfred fondly smiles. He gently corrects him, “The cow says mooooooo, Master Bruce!” END ID]

[copepods]

whataatat the fuck that thing is Long

[soracities]

Hi, do you or any of your followers have any recs for audiobooks? Preferably that are free, I just would like to listen to something while knitting but not sure how to start exploring since I don't know who are good narrators or things like that. Thanks so much!!

i don't listen to audiobooks unfortunately but any audiobook devotees please please send in your recs for anon, thank you 💗

[montypng]

they have captivated me with their ghoulish looks....

[azu1as]

You are amazing! Amazing! And I'm a greedy person, so I propose: Older! Time traveler! Baek Cheon and Tang Bo compete for Cheong Myeong's affection. CM is oblivious and CMun is in hell reserved for protective older brothers. Those perverted bastards! How dare they lust after his precious, naive and innocent sajae?! He'll break their heads!

You're so sweet to me 🥺🫶 thank you so much!!!!

also I ADORE TIME TRAVEL AUs sm you have no idea how giddy I got when I saw this ask WAHAHAHA

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"Oh? He's pretty handsome..."

Tang Bo almost spills the alcohol he was pouring into his cup. His eyes immediately snap towards Chung Myung's face as he slowly lowers the bottle back on the table.

This guy slouched in front of him wasn't someone who gave compliments that easily. It took months of nudging and stubborn insistence for Chung Myung to finally admit that Tang Bo was 'passable-looking, sure, whatever'—a compliment that had to be drawn out tooth and nail but one that Tang Bo won through hard work and effort.

So, surely, he must have misheard Chung Myung's muttering.

"Did you say something, hyung-nim?" Tang Bo asks, smile twitching stiffly at the way Chung Myung's gaze remained locked on something—someone—behind Tang Bo as he took a long sip from his own cup.

"That man behind you," Chung Myung replies, pointing at the subject of their conversation with his mouth non-too-discretely. "He looks like a traveling prince or something."

Tang Bo doesn't know what minute expression passed through his face, but Chung Myung catches it well enough and raises a questioning eyebrow at him.

"I'm serious." Chung Myung insists, not realizing that Tang Bo is irritated for a completely different reason. "He really does look like some well-off to-do guy."

Tang Bo huffs and turns around without any subtlety whatsoever, determined to see what 'this prince guy' looked like to have managed to snag his hyung's attention so easily.

Tang Bo lets out an indignant noise. Okay, he'll admit it. The guy was abnormally handsome. He had well-defined androgynous facial features and an equally well-defined body, Tang Bo thinks, as his gaze locks onto the man's thick and muscled arms.

There might have been merit in Chung Myung's comment about this guy probably being a prince of sorts. If he was, Tang Bo would hedge a guess that he was a runaway one.

The man wore faded, plain white robes without any discernable insignia marking him from a sect or family. He had a similarly white headband strapped across his forehead with dark bangs framing an unblemished face.

If he was trying to disguise himself or hide his identity, he was doing a terrible job at it. Despite the simplicity of his outfit, his presence alone (and face) demanded attention.

"Told you." Chung Myung cheekily says, laughing at Tang Bo's disgruntled expression.

Even Tang Bo could admit that the man looks like he stepped out of one of the many heroic epics that common folk often passed around through books and verbal tales. How unfair.

Grumbling lightly, Tang Bo turns back to their table and throws back his cup of alcohol. "Bet he's just some rich runaway brat."

"Eh? Probably. But—ah, huh?"

A shadow falls over Tang Bo and he watches as Chung Myung's surprised face ends up trained above Tang Bo's head.

"Hello." The man greets them with his deep voice.

Ugh, Tang Bo grimaces as he pulls back his chair away from the man's shadow. Even his voice sounded handsome if that were even possible.

But Tang Bo was the gentleman between him and his hyung, so he replies, faking politeness, "Can we help you? My companion and I are in the middle of a meal together, you see."

Tang Bo tenses, immediately on guard when he sees the man's eyes sharpen as it turns towards him, clearly recognizing the dismissive tone Tang Bo used.

Other than an indecipherable flash in his eyes, the man's face (which felt more punch-able by the second, if you asked Tang Bo) remained unchanged.

The disruptor kept his gentle smile and Tang Bo was certain that he chose to stand where he did because of the way the lightbulb illuminated his face from above.

"It's alright, I can wait."

If Tang Bo had any less self-control, he would have already grabbed the man by the lapels of his faded robes and tossed him out of the establishment himself.

Who the hell was this man to have the audacity to look at his Chung Myung with such a warm gaze as he said that?

"Ha. Ha." Tang Bo grits out, a vein in his jaw ticking.

He doesn't care if this man looks like the textbook and fairytale version of a heroic warrior. His shamelessness should cancel out that stupid-looking face of his...!

Tang Bo feels a part of his soul leave at the unfairness of it all when Chung Myung shifts in his seat in involuntary self-consciousness.

Normal people wouldn't have noticed that—hell, not even Chung Myung himself probably realized!—but Tang Bo knew his hyung. They've spent too much time together to not not know each other's body language.

So why?

Why the hell did Tang Bo just spot a smirk on the man's face, huh?!?!

Chung Myung's eyes waver momentarily for reasons Tang Bo couldn't pick out, but Chung Myung hesitantly (why, hyung?!) opens his mouth and asks, "Have we...met before?"

Tang Bo's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull at the flirtatious-sounding sentence.

He knows Chung Myung doesn't realize it, but his hyung was personally handing over a signed warrant to this man, allowing him permission to take as many shameless liberties as he wanted.

In times like this, Tang Bo wishes his hyung wasn't as socially oblivious as he was.

He knows it's a futile hope to wish that the man missed the opening. But he seemed to recognize that Chung Myung was asking the question with pure face value.

Nonetheless, Tang Bo wishes he hadn't suggested this very detour for some alcohol because then they wouldn't have encountered this tall man in front of them.

The stupid, headband-wearing man hums as he fiddles lightly with the pink tassel on the hilt of his sheathed sword.

His gaze goes a bit distant as if recalling a far-off memory, and when he blinks back to reality, he lets out a deep, vibrating chuckle and locks eyes with Chung Myung.

"You were unforgettable."

Tang Bo's lips tremble. Why did it sound as if this man was insinuating something? His words felt like a romantic confession as well as a pointed barb directed at Tang Bo.

Chung Myung coughs lightly at the odd compliment thrown at him and throws back in one go the remaining alcohol in their shared bottle. He chuckles awkwardly before motioning at the man to sit down on the other side of the table.

Tang Bo doesn't think Chung Myung realizes it, but a light pink flush is spread over his cheeks.

And Tang Bo, unconsciously crushing the cup of alcohol in his hand, knew that it wasn't because of the alcohol.

[onethousxndvoices]

What inspired you to make hi fi rush overdrive?

the short answer: catastrophic levels of hyperfixation and an equal amount of hubris. this comic is a cry for help /j

the long answer: i really freakin like this game and wanted to create something tangible to show my love for it.

hi-fi rush is one of those games that completely captivated me in a way that most other media doesn't. everything about it was absolutely charming from start to finish and it altered my way of viewing art in a way only one other series has done for me before (mob psycho 100, if anybody's curious). it singlehandedly pulled me out of art block and for the first time in a while, it inspired me to want to do more with my art than what i'd previously done.

i guess in a sense, i'd been wanting to challenge myself to make something bigger for a while, and HFR just kinda waltzed into my life at just the right time. the sequel potential for this game is absolutely INSANE and i really wanted to take a crack at my interpretation of a hypothetical "Hi-Fi Rush 2" while we all waited for the real thing to come along (that original motive's obviously dead in the water now, fuck microsoft etc. etc.)

at first, overdrive was just a lot of "lmao wouldn't it be funny if ___" discussion in discord with my friends, and for a while i was happy with just leaving it at that. but time went on and more and more things started falling into place and suddenly i'm sitting in front of my pc at 3 in the morning staring at a bunch of character design drafts and 80+ pages of script and counting. i kinda just blinked and it manifested into existence LMAO

needless to say it's been a really fun journey so far, i've grown so much as an artist in the past few months of working on this alone and i'm learning by leaps and bounds with basically every page i finish. this is my very first webcomic (and honestly comic in general, i've only ever done illustration up til now) and it's 1000% me biting off way more than i can probably chew, but i adore this game and this community and i want to continue doing my part to contribute to the fanbase and keep the love for HFR alive. the story that's taken form in my notes is honest to god one of my proudest works and i'm really excited to get it out there to share with yall :)

(also, blame @batgirlteeth for enabling me. the screenshots that started it all.)

[pyrrhicraven]

Can we have more fic ship cuddles? 🥺

His heart melted at the sight of Luigi curled next to him, Bowser swore his heart would beat right out of his chest as the small Italian man quietly snored in his arms, the movie that they had been watching a distant memory.

They had been curled together finally a moment alone and this. This was so sweet it was rotting his teeth at the mere sight of his boyfriend so comfortable against him.

[gemkun]

i just wanted to say to people that i have written with , have yet to and have still not interacted with ( i’m so sorry ) that if i am not meeting your expectations , i will take no offence if you unfollow. i have an awful tendency to not reach out because of shyness and on top of that i am . . . a terrible replier. and i am so sorry for that. since this is a critical year for me and it’s the first time i’ve faced full time employment , my speed has absolutely fallen but i have always been relatively slow. i also get so easily overwhelmed and forgetful so if i ever miss your messages or anything please don’t hesitate to prod me again i won’t find it as pestering as long as it’s a gentle reminder. thank you for understanding i love you all.

[ask--eggman]

In a previouse post you mentioned that your nose gets in the way of you doing things.

And im curiouse, what does it get in the way of?

Kissing men?

I mean come on, we know what you are. There's no shame in admiting it.

I wasn't exactly thinking of kissing when I said that... But well, it can sort of get in the way of that too. I can't kiss head on without my nose squishing upwards to reach. It's doable but usually some tilting of the head works better. This doesn't stop anyone from wanting to try, they tend to recognize how beautiful it is as they should and tell me it's "cute..." ////

Uhh - that doesn't mean it's men I'm kissing though! I'm talking about... The trophy I stole when Dodonpa was holding those racing tournaments a few years ago! I mean, I don't just kiss trophies. I kiss people too, I am very successful in pulling intimate partners, obviously. But the exact kind of people any of that is with is none of your business!

[freedomfireflies]

Ok but imagine racer y/n doesn’t have a license due to driving anxiety and she now has a street racer boyfriend

!!! Bye why do I kind of love it?? Bc you know he was so sweet about it in the beginning and never went above 20 😭 and always held her hand or her thigh just to make sure she was all right 🥹💞

[avonne-writes]

ok but. since the scars on buck’s face were pointed out. i sort of think that bucky is lucky that buck is there to take care of him when he shows up, BUT buck on the other hand? he’s obviously much more closed off and doesn’t seem to love being touched/ being in close proximity to others. so imagine the other guys (whoever they are, maybe he didn’t even know them) taking care of him when he first showed up, and how badly he probably wanted bucky.

Pain lanced through Gale's cheek and dug into his body all the way to his bones. He gritted his teeth and kept still for the sutures some army surgeon he didn't know administered to him. Unshed tears stung in his eyes. He was angry that he got caught, scared and alone. He hadn't seen a single face he recognised. His body ached from his wounds and from the exhaustion, and all he wanted was Bucky. His never-fading fire, his dumb jokes.

The needle sunk into his skin again. When he grunted, the surgeon apologized. "I'm sorry, sir. Just a few more."

Gale closed his eyes and gripped the arms of the chair he was sitting in tighter. Part of him longed for his best friend in ways that he couldn't even comprehend, but another part was glad he wasn't here. As long as he had no news about him, he could imagine him at his happiest. Singing, dancing, smiling as life pumped through him. He hoped Bucky had faith in him surviving. He hoped he didn't lose it when they told him that Gale went down, although he knew it was futile. John would burn down the world for the people he loved.

Still, Buck hoped. He had no other choice.

[copepods]

i went to look up your profile and i genuinely typed "fish" into the search bar...

HELP

[cutiecorner]

Thinking so hard about Alfred sewing/knitting, playing old soft music, and just being very serene in Bruce's space while he's doing his own thing.

Tldr: lil baby and grandpa parallel play/lh

dadfred & babybat parallel play!!!!!! 🐻💙

[conangrayofficial]

When Is your birthday?

Conan Gray was born on December 5, 1998 in California if that's what you're asking lol

[mo-ok]

Haruta v Henderson

(comfort actors. will watch anything if they're in it actors. production team couldnt get rid of them actors.)