#//this ask is cute omg??

[mechahero]

anonymous asked- Lambda! Lambda, what are you wearing today? Where do you usually get your outfits from? Readers are desperate to know!

come in my inbox pretending to be a reporter! (accepting)

“Oh! Uh-” Lambda stammers, obviously caught off guard. He glances down at the bright pink dress (bodycon, no poofs or frills!) with a skull decal carefully ironed on, paired with a black spiked bracelet and an equally spiky belt to match. He’s also got fishnet leggings and the chunkiest boots in his closet on as well. “This!” He slightly gestures to himself.

“As for where to find stuff, um, sometimes I find it in the store? And thrift shops sometimes? Usually I just get stuff from the internet.” He says with a nervous chuckle at the ends.

[choccy-milky]

congrats on baby #2!🥰👍 part 2 to this post bc seb is a smug ass bitch when it comes to getting clora pregnant. and ty @rednite-dork for sending me the original pic ages ago LMFAO... i knew as soon as i saw it that i had to redraw it eventually 👼

[tojisun]

Biker Simon with the clubs kids 😮‍💨

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CydQgv0IaHO/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

HELP?? THAT IS SO COOL WHAT

simon snaps his visor up and laughs when he hears your nephew’s resounding merry scream, the boy still bouncing around excitably at simon’s little trick. he then stops waving his hands around to run back to simon and hug his legs.

“that was sooo cool,” he cheers, his voice muffled by his helmet.

simon fondly shakes his head before reaching down to unlatch the helmet from the boy’s little head.

“promise not to tell y’r aunt or y’r parents that i did that?” simon asks, holding up his pinky.

your nephew hooks his pinky with simon’s then mimes himself zipping his mouth shut, before theatrically whispering, “i promise!”

simon chuckles and ruffles the boy’s short hair before straightening back up to remove his own helmet only to jolt in surprise at seeing you standing by the garage door, your jaw hanging open. it’s all the confirmation simon needs to know that you’ve caught them.

“uh-oh,” your nephew gasps out, having caught on.

uh-oh indeed.

“sweetheart,” simon starts. “i, uh, won’t do it again-”

“how’d you do that?! that was so cool!” you shout, too buzzed to notice that you’ve cut him off, before elatedly bouncing – truly like aunt, like nephew – towards him, your eyes still wide with glee.

you stand beside your nephew and simon chokes on his laughter when he notices the way you two are staring up at him in twin awe, your guys’ cheeks round from the forces of your smiles.

if only he can take a picture of the two of you right now.

-

simon later receives a message from your brother-in-law.

> Apparently, I’m no longer his favourite adult.

attached is a video taken from the garage’s security cameras – simon doing his little trick, your nephew bouncing around happily, and then you ambling towards the two of them in your mismatched slippers.

simon saves the video and bites a grin as he sends in his reply.

You never were. <

(biker!simon root post)

[deerspherestudios]

Hello Cheea! Hope you're doing well, but I do have a question.. Has Mychael ever had any experience with bees, and if so... How did it happen?

(p.s here's a small doodle of Mychael and the fandom)

Bees? Knowing him he'd probably be curious about the honey first (since it's one of his favorite smells) when spotting a hive. Very Winnie-the-Pooh situation where he sticks his hand into the sweet goop and get a face full of stings haha. Lesson learned, I guess.

[mintypsii]

sogesoba doooddleeeeeee they won't GET OUT OF MY BRAIN

[seiwas]

for your ask! kita and farmers market au where he has a little stand and sells his rice :)

heids!! thanks for playing with me 🥺 this is an adorable au!! shoutout to @mieiri for helping me find pics 🥹

kita + farmers market au

kita joins the farmer’s market on every other sunday of the month.

his rice stall is quaint, barely even a full stall if he’s considering the technicalities. the display on his table consists of baskets of rice, all in varying grains and types, along with a few spices from akane-san, the middle-aged lady he agreed to partner with to help her cut booth costs.

it’s a good partnership, he thinks—he’s learned a fair bit about spiced rice.

business today is as usual: slow in the early morning, but bustling once it reaches 8:30 a.m.; he’s become familiar with the locals just as much as they trust him and the quality of his rice. and everything is as it usually is, except—

“hello,” you approach his booth, your smile a little shy as you gather what to say.

akane-san glances from the side.

in your hands lie two jars of jam, one a deep purple, and the other a bright orange.

he tilts his head slightly to acknowledge you, “good morning.”

you offer the jars of jam while chuckling nervously, “we’re neighbours,” you gesture towards the booth beside his, “this is my first time here, so…”

akane-san rises from her seat, smiling at you graciously, “those look delicious, my dear. you made them yourself?”

you look at her, flustered as you nod. akane-san nudges kita closer, his feet nearly stepping over yours as he inches forward.

“this is very kind of you, thank you,” kita offers his palms for you to place the glass jars on. akane-san reaches for the purple one and pops it open, the scent of wild berries filling the space between you.

she hums, long and delighted. kita smiles softly, “welcome to the market. i’m sure your jams will be a hit.”

.

it’s your sixth farmer’s market now, the fourth one you’ve spent as kita’s stall neighbour. and it’s been nice, having your company around, he thinks.

you are sweet, just as the jams you make are, and you never fail to give him a jar or two before selling even starts.

in exchange, he gives you rice, different grains and different types; he learns about your cooking schedule, and what you intend to cook for the rest of the week, just so he can give you the correct ones.

akane-san tells him that he should ask you out.

“you smile a lot around her,” she mumbles to him as you walk back to your booth. you’d just finished grabbing some lunch with kita during your break.

“it would be rude to frown, akane-san,” he settles back behind the display, hiding his smile.

she tuts, jokingly hitting him on the arm, “don’t be all smart ass with me.”

kita laughs, its sound echoing down to your booth. you turn to his direction upon hearing it and end up locking eyes. much to his surprise, he doesn’t turn away, and instead settles into giving you a smile.

it’s not like he denied what akane-san said anyway.

.

something is different the day kita walks up to your booth with a carton of eggs in his hands instead of rice.

(you’d mentioned something about wanting to try your hand at a quiche—that must be the reason why, you tell yourself).

he stands in front of your booth, shirt tucked in a little more properly than it normally is, and hands over the carton.

“fresh from the farm,” he starts, “thought i’d bring you some.”

“you didn’t have to,” you reach for it gently, your fingertips grazing the dips between his knuckles as you lower your head slightly.

“thank you for your sponsorship,” you add on, teasingly, “i’ll have to let you try the quiche now, once i make it.”

he laughs, waiting as you take your time opening the carton.

and when you do, the look on your face makes him wish he captured the moment. maybe with that polaroid camera atsumu gifted him last christmas.

inside the carton of eggs is a small cluster of flowers, handpicked (you can tell) and joined together by knotted grass.

(it’s sweet, you think, that there are even a few stems of a rice plant in the mix.)

the expression on your face is a mixture of confusion and surprise, and kita has never been one to be flustered or nervous for anything, but—

“i,” he clears his throat, “have been meaning to ask, actually,” another cough. your stare shoots straight into his nerves.

“would—“ you begin.

“would—“ he manages to say at the same time.

you both giggle, and he clears his throat again, reaching his hand out, “sorry, please go first.”

(the sentence forms itself in your mind, and you stare at the flowers again, a glimpse of courage, before you speak—)

“would you want to make some quiche with me?”

and kita smiles. is ‘no’ even an answer to anything you ask?

[a-noodle-doodle]

Hi! I love Riddlerang, and your art is so cute! And I have this feeling, Riddler would be so sooo annoyed by Boomers speech mannerisms that he would correct him all the time to the point when it gets silly. Poor Harl having to listen to this via commlines. XD

HELLO!! :D YOU'RE SOOO RIGHT HEHEHE I WOULDN'T WISH RIDDLER BASICALLY HACKING INTO YOUR BRAIN ON MY WORST ENEMY, HE CAN AND WILL CORRECT YOU ON EVERYTHING. ESPECIALLY TO BOOMER <333

[elitadream]

Sorry you've been feeling poorly. Hope you feel better soon ❤️‍🩹

MY HEART. WHY, YOU INSANELY TALENTED AND CONSIDERATE HUMAN BEING-!!

Brb. Gotta go lie down and cry. (;﹏;)

[valhallavalgrace]

How have your interactions with your floormates been? Do any of them seem particularly friendly?

I think this might be your guy to talk to, Leo, just a hunch...

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[fallinallincurls]

quinn hughes thought: not being super affectionate words wise but always having you close and getting you your favorite treats when he comes back from practice or roadies!

STOPPP this is so perfect for quinn. you know he loves you and although he isn’t scared to tell you, it’s more obvious in the things he does for you than the three words. he always keeps you close when you’re out with friends, his touch a reassurance that he’s there and cares about you. no matter how early the practice is or how late he gets back from a roadie, he always comes home with your favorite coffee or dessert which he hands over the same moment he kisses you hello. when he’s on the road, he makes sure to send flowers home for you. he also loves making sure you’re cozy at any opportunity at home. those actions say everything you ever need to know and quinn is wearing that shy but sweet smile every single time

[choccy-milky]

Hello! I'm not sure if you remember me but I DM'ed you one time and ask for some advice when it comes to drawing.. XD I just wanted to post this to show you how much I have improved, as well as a gift to say thank you for giving me the inspiration to practice drawing again!! I know I still have a lot to learn, but I will do my best to keep on practicing and maybe someday I can draw my MC along with yours :D

AW THIS IS SO CUTEE THANK YOU!!😭🥹🥹im so happy i could help you even a little bit with any advice, and also that i could inspire you to keep drawing!! your art is already super adorable so ik youll just keep getting better and better, and im hononured to see clora in your style...TYSM AGAIN!!🥹💖💖🙏

[atomic-peach-boy]

TRANS SEX, TRANS SEX, FUN AMAZING TRANS BOYS HAVING SEX

[deerspherestudios]

Hi, I don't know if you're having a good day but I have a question that's always stuck in my head.

What clothes does Mycheal wear to go to the city? Does he wear a cloak to hide or something? That's my question, what I have, anyway, have a good day or night :D

Cloaks would be too dramatic and do the opposite effect of being inconspicuous I feel like, especially in the middle of a city haha! Maybe back then but definitely not now. To avoid spoilers, you'll get to see an example of what he does in Day 3 ::-)!

And ty, my day has been going ok! Hope you have a good day too!

[miutonium]

The weird nerd in a labcoat that you talk to every week at the diner appears in front of your door with a rose in his hand wwyd?

[chumbyy]

Made more fanart for u:3

🤯🤯🤯 HOLY SMOKES TYSM!!💛

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Remembering these guys are all adults now and just chanted “SNACKS!” like silly kids all the way home

Its so sweet

Im crying youre making me cry

The fact that this fic started with sad mandarin oranges and ended (kinda) with happy mandarin oranges. The fruitsbeing offered to the dead at the start and instead being eaten and shared by the living now.

I’m-

The contrast is killing me man

combining these because they are so charming and funny I LOVE THEM TEEHEE THANK U 🩵

hehe i'm so glad you noticed the irony >:3c i really liked this one shot it was very fun and sweet to write 💞