#same (also in and ooc)

[milkamel]

I don't think this guy is good at handling any kind of affection let's be real 🙏

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Okay 3 things

1. I was thinking about an aroace Sonic who says things that can be taken as wildly flirty/romantic but he just means them genuinely. “You have beautiful eyes, I keep getting distracted while looking at them,” not cause he’s interested romantically in them but because eyes can be really cool and pretty man I dunno what to tell you he likes looking at cool things and he thinks his friends are neat. “You’re the most beautiful person here,” because he really thinks that, he loves his friends

2. Sonic randomly dropping heartfelt genuine comments on his friends out of the blue completely blindsiding them and then moves on like nothing happened while they’re left going ?????? Bonus points if he does something immensely stupid or jerkish just before or immediately afterwards and they can’t tell if he was serious or not with the compliment (yes he was)

3. Sonic usually being so allergic to truly vulnerable moments that when he expresses something heartfelt randomly Tails thinks he’s been stabbed or something and does not believe him when he reassures him that he’s fine he’s fine he’s not dying yeesh

[foolnamedjoey]

Cheesy but I do not care

[bluuscreen]

on being made to heal and not quite knowing how to [somehow it works out anyway] — part 2/2

part 1 | headcanon/au being referenced

[aetherixs]

fantasy high quotes

i've been binging d20 recently and my love language is taking notes so here is a vibes-based collection of fantasy high quotes that tickled me (from all seasons) in vaguely chronological order:

“Everything’s just like something else” - Gorgug’s mum

“Speaking of boning down, have you seen my mother lately?” - Riz

“Can I cast detect thoughts on myself? - Adaine

“Am I my own dad?” - Gorgug

“I’d like to invest in swamp Venice— it sounds idyllic” - Fig

“Do maids have dreams?” - Fabian

“I love you too. Is that normal?” - Ayda

“I did a bunch of magic. It was too much. You can’t just destroy a government” - Arthur Aguefort

“Well, I’m up under here and there’s this apple jammed in my mouth. I’m gonna piss." - Gilear

“I kiss her and then I skateboard away” - Fig

“I disguise myself as someone who has passed the bar exam” - Fig

“You’ll never be half the boat my van is” - Gorgug

“I cast ‘spare the dying’ on Gilear’s penis” - Gorgug

“I might have made a deal with a devil of acid reflux” - Fig

“Hindsight is 50/50" - Adaine

“If we want to save face we need to burn your house down” - Fig

“Do I have any wherewithal once I’m in the briefcase?” - Riz

“I’m going to sneak into Gilear’s room tonight and give him a vasectomy” - Fabian

“You catch a lot more bees with sugar” - Kristen

“Are the rats showing hole?” - Fabian

“DO YOU HAVE WATER VEHICLE PROFICIENCY, JAWBONE?” - Riz

“There’s too many dragons! We gotta just keep shooting Grandma and gassing it” - Riz

[bittasol]

smile, iruma! | hey ive been here before

[burst-of-iridescent]

if he’s your man then why is he jumping in front of lightning for me after he dumped your ass in prison and forgot about you

[sweetmapple]

Mostly Hiring manager, but HR manager and PR manager too

[eshithepetty]

Doodles of me experimenting with my own bbq!ENA design, making her more creachure, trying out expressions.... very self indulgent but I don't care RAAAAGHGGGHG ARFHGGG RAGHG

[ID: colored and shaded doodles of worker ENA from ENA Dream BBQ. She has a few changes to her design, namely: her ears are more animalistic, moving in accordance to her emotions; she has a golden ring on her right ear and a golden hair clip holding back a lock of hair on her white side; she has slight markings on either of her sides; and her outfit has minor changes, adding a bit more detail, as well as adding a dark green watch to her red arm.

The first doodle is lineless, of ENA screaming in anger, her hands clutched at her side. The markings on the white side (on her face and arms) are spiky. The next doodle is lined, but the lineart is colored to fit with the shading, and it's of her walking forwards, clawed hand at her hip and the other raised in a wave, face downturned in a slightly angry expression, mouth open, markings slightly less spiky. The next three doodles are similarly lined headshots of different expressions - first is of her staring, wide eyed, blushing so hard it merges the two sides of her face in a pale orange blush; the next is of her looking up and grinning with her meanie side; and the next is of her seeming embarrassed, looking down and to the side, slightly blushing. The final doodle is another lineless drawing of her sitting down, one leg over the other, claws holding onto her hat and her smiling with her salesperson side as she looks at the camera. End ID.]

[pink-n-greennneerg-n-knip]

cookie art dump :3

[idontcaboose]

Haunted Car Au part 13

Previous. Masterpost

“You done figuring out the sound files yet?” Duke asked while tapping on the hood of the Batmobile.

He was excited to hear a campy “Yes, Sir!” Come out of the open windows of the car.

“Neat, first off, any files that have your name in it?” He was a little disappointed, but still snorted to hear the tragic ‘Noooooo’ from Darth Vader.

“I think Red Robin has some pronoun type files in there, what are yours?” A mix of sir’s, dude's, and bro's were played until Duke had to stop the guy.

“Ok, what about age?” He wasn't expecting to get a straight answer, but when the car played a Scooby-Doo cut of ‘those meddling kids’, he was confused.

“So a kid?” Duke questioned. He got a weird mix of 'Ehhh', 'Kinda', and 'close enough' type files.

“We can worry about that later, any ideas how you got stuck?” A short ‘Nope’ with a pop on the P played.

Talking to the car guy was strange. Getting answers could be easy or turn into 20 questions trying to clarify an answer. So far, Duke knew the person:

is male or male presenting

a meta

has no clue how he possessed the car

has a good understanding of current memes

was possibly in their teens (probably a bit younger than Duke, but older than Daimian)

was a street kid? (When asked where he lived the car played “Why should I worry” from an older Disney movie about homeless animals in New York or something. He had to look it up.)

has a good sense of humor

and is taking their situation in stride.

Duke really had to wonder what their life has been where this is not a vast problem to fix…. And whether or not he should argue his ‘notification tone’ being a choir singing.

He really does not get paid enough for this, but it is better than the other stuff Gotham throws at the Bats.

“Mind if I get you up on the lift and check the engine? Might give us some clues.” After an affirmative from the car guy, Duke got to work.

Next

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[stellar-haikyuu]

can't keep your hands to yourself ☆ hinata shoyo x reader

synopsis: sometimes, you need a little joy and whimsy in your life. hinata unintentionally delivers. details: fluff | romantic relationship | ~1.1k words | gn! reader | based on my second date with hinata boy! (he’s so cute guys, i can’t do this anymore.)

A month ago, Yachi gave you the username of her best friend’s social media account.

She had done so out of the blue, but she insisted that you give it a try—something about being a good match for each other. 

Over the next few weeks, you find yourself vibrating with excitement whenever you receive a message from him.

He also sends you flowers on Valentine’s when you’re busy in school. It also seems he’s done his research (through Yachi, perhaps), if the cute little stickers he gives you are anything to go by.

The last thing that made you lose your mind? On your first date, he snatches the receipt away from you and pays for your lunch.

Naturally, you don’t back down. To return the favor, you insist on paying for everything next time.

(Next time, you think with a giddy smile).

So, here you are now, in the middle of your second date with Hinata Shoyo.

“That was a good lunch,” you tell him as you exit the curry place you both just ate at.

“I’m glad you enjoyed,” he grins wide, eyes twinkling. “I’m so happy we share similar tastes.”

“Me too.”

While neither of you have explicitly confessed, Yachi and your friends say that he seems to like you. 

And you hope to the gods that is the case, but that’s a discussion for another time.

“So…dessert?” Hinata shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets.

You nod. “What are you thinking of?”

“Uh, there’s this cookie place Yachi talked about the other time.” Hinata scans around the vicinity for the store he’s pertaining to. “There,” he points.

The posters of the pop-up store tell you everything you need to know about their selling point—the cookies were pretty huge.

You turn back to him. “Let’s check it out then. I’ll see if there’s something I like.”

When the both of you get closer, you see the price range. 

“It’s a little overpriced, isn’t it?” Hinata whispers to you, so none of the customers or staff overhear.

“Yep,” you peer at the cookies they have on display near the cashier. Well, they do look tasty, but you’d rather buy something else with the money that you have.

As Hinata looks over the options, you notice a little sign in the corner.

“Lookie, lookie, don’t touch the cookie?” you quietly read to yourself. 

Oh, these are actual products.

Wait-

Before you can say anything, Hinata’s has already reached out to touch the display.

“Hinata,” you whisper-shout. “Those cookies are real.”

“What?” He says, incredulously. “Nah. They’re like the fake ones restaurants use.”

You barely get a chance to grab his arm before he touches the cookies again.

“Hinata-”

“Sir, those are real cookies,” an employee finally says from behind the counter.

For a few seconds, the two of you freeze, unsure of how to react.

A nervous giggle bursts from your mouth and Hinata immediately walks a few feet away. 

You turn around to look at where he’s gone, but the sight of a grown man with his head in his hands is enough to have you doubling over in laughter.

With a hand clapped over your mouth, you physically distance yourself from the store. You’re practically crying and Hinata is close to combusting. There is no need to attract more attention from other customers and staff.

When the pop-up store is out of sight, Hinata’s bright red and you’re still wheezing, holding onto him like a lifeline.

“Oh my gosh.” You wipe at your eyes. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, I am,” Hinata replies, looking a little out of it. He pauses for a while, before giving a new suggestion. “You know what, let’s just go look for some frozen yogurt.”

“Ooooh! I know a place,” you grin at him, pointing straight ahead. “Let’s go.” 

As you slowly recover from the incident, Hinata sighs. “Oh man, I thought they were gonna make me pay for touching it or something.”

“What, why?” 

“Uh, I don’t know…destruction of property?”

You bark out a laugh in response. Man, your cheeks and stomach hurt.

“Eh, I doubt anyone’s eating those cookies. After a whole day of exposure to the public air? No thank you.” You shake your head. “Besides, they should’ve just kept the cookies behind a clear barrier if they really wanted all hands off. I can already imagine all the kids who can’t resist a touch.”

You await his reply, but he only hums and goes silent. It worries you a little.

“Hinata-”

“Do you think I’m too childish?” His voice is much softer this time around.

“No.” You answer truthfully, surprised by the sudden change in tone. “What- why?” 

Oh.

Oh, crap. Was it what I said?

“It’s just…uh…” Hinata scratches his head, avoiding your gaze as you two walk. “I don’t know, but what happened back there was pretty embarrassing.”

“What? No! It’s alright.” You shake your head vigorously. “You didn’t see the sign.”

“There was a sign?!”

“Yeah, but it was really tiny. Plus, I was in the way, so you wouldn’t have seen it. Not your fault.”

“But…” Hinata hesitates.

“Hey, I swear.” You place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. “It’s fine, Hinata. I promise. I have my fair share of silly moments too. It’s not just you.”

“You sure?” His eyes dart over to you. 

“Yes. What good would it do for me to lie to you?” You give him a gentle smile. “Now come on, let’s get that yogurt before the line gets longer!”

Hinata, ever the gentleman, walks you back to your dorm.

You find yourself wishing the date wouldn’t end, but your residential building is already in sight.

“Aww,” you pout. “Looks like I’ll have to go already.”

“Well, we have next week!” He chirps. “Your birthday party’s coming up soon, right?”

You nod. “Mhm, can’t wait to see you there!”

The two of your pause for a few seconds, wondering how to part ways on the sidewalk. 

“So, I’ll see you around!” Hinata quickly pats your shoulder, the same way he did on your first date.

But something else compels you to do more.

Just before he increases the distance between the two of you, you reach your hand out to grab his.

You see the shock in his eyes during the few seconds your hands stay connected. 

In that moment, you feel the wind knocked out of your chest.

His hands feel so nice in mine.

You give it one final squeeze, before gently letting go.

And as you tell him to take care on the way home, you realize that you also can’t keep your hands to yourself.

masterlist

[logan-asks-what]

Trying to write Brucie Wayne side of Bruce is hard and weird bc wdym I have to make him kinda bimbo himbo -ish with somewhat lacking ability to read the room but being able to make fun of any rude guest who messes up the etiquette manner while the man himself is literally walking around with his shirt undone so down low that none of the guests are looking at his eyes every time just losing their control and sneaking a peek at Brucie’s chest skin being exposed like THAT.

This man can do incredible shit related to philosophy, physics, chemistry, biochemistry and many MANY other stuff but oh uh! Here he is, the Gotham’s Prince sitting on poor looking journalist’s lap facing him, twirling their hair and trying to take away their glasses, all while a journalist just thought they found a chance to get a quote for the newspaper but noooo now they are getting rizzed up with bimbo Brucie on their lap who refuses to give something smart/good enough , only talking about “Ooohhh babyyyy! If only you could hear yourself from the side you’d know how much of a pain it causes me, but also you definitely should’ve come to my last charity event thingy where I got much more worse drunk than this time and- oh, you know! The last time I had charity Lexie got sooo so mad at me for saying his purple tax reminded me of this problematic Clown in town, he got so pissy that he straight up dared me and so I kinda dared him and Lexie got soooo mad he literally took off all that clothes and- oh my god!!! You would never believe me but this bitch literally got a fucking back trampstamp and it made me laugh so much because- hey do you know that I got that thingy too, right? And, anyways, it was so fucking funny that I couldn’t stop laughing so much, and this Rapunzel of a man pfft decided to laugh at me too and we fell into my pool-“

[bluuscreen]

on being a hero and the irrational guilt that comes with being imperfect — part 1/2

part 2 | headcanon/au being referenced

[thus-spoke-lo]

i don't think Doflamingo would ever turn completely soft and lose his penchant for sadism (he's a Celestial Dragon after all), but I do think that, if you prove your loyalty--however, whenever, wherever he asks--and he feels able to drop even a little bit of his guard with you, that he would lean into being so loverboy with you.

his desire for the sick and depraved doesn't change, but he does treat you so, so sweetly afterwards. feeds you, bathes you, dresses you in soft fabrics. memorizes the foods you love and wakes you up in the morning to hand-feed you pastries and coffee. reads your books aloud to you in bed when you complain that your eyes hurt. remembers the jazz song that played when you first met and dances with you whenever the record happens upon that track. stops to fix the ankle strap on your heel when it comes undone, carries you when you whine that your feet hurt. turns you into a spoiled little thing and gives into your every whim.

sure, some of his actions still carry ulterior motives--the more bonded you are to him, the less likely you are to betray him, or so he hopes--but your smiles, your touch, your sweet acts of devotion, make him just as bonded to you, no matter how much he may hate to admit it.

[fansblogs]

ok fuck it i’m maintagging this,,, everybody look at him. look at how sweet he is. if you hate him you will die and go to hell