#(yes she is flirting with him)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[demaparbat-hp]

Besties being besties

[columboscreens]

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

absolutely crazy to me that there's people who genuinely think that Crystal is the meaner one when it comes to her arguments with Edwin

at one point, my girl opened up about how she felt trapped by the demon who had violated her, and Mr Edwin Payne over here was like, "well, now you know how we feel!1!1!" in regards to the poor lass just having to tag along with them because she's got no memories, no clue who she is, and nowhere to go. be fucking for real

[cyancees]

long time no dnd dump

[backpackingspace]

a rough sketch of an idea

Polites found odysseus in the sheep's field weapons and armor and body broken and bruised. It looked like he had been dropped from a great height. He felt his gut clench at the sight. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. But it was the worst he had ever seen his friend.

Odysseus had been collecting more and more bruises over the past year, becoming more and more cagey about their source. About his training. "Proof of athena's favoritism" he called them with a grin "it'll all be worth it when I'm the best fighter around"

But polites couldn't help but worry. Pride and honors and achievements didn't matter if you didn't survive the training to get there. Polites desperately wished there was something more he could to do to help but even if he could convince odysseus to cease this insanity, how would even get out of it without offending the goddess?

"I take it training didn't go well, my friend?" Polites asked with a smile forcing his voice to keep its teasing edge. He extended a hand to help odysseus up off the ground.

"Shut up polites" odysseus grumbled as he threw a hand up to clumsily grasp at polites hand.

Despite the muscle odysseus was rapidly gaining polites could still haul him up easily. He'd thank the gods for his height but lately praying had left a sour taste in his mouth. As he dragged odysseus towards a well paid and secured doctor he eyed the broken spear, sword, and sheild. A glimmer of an idea started to take shape. It was likely odysseus would continue to break mortal equipment as he did battle with gods and his family had been pressuring him to choose a calling already....

"Eurylochus is coming from same tomorrow" polites chatted ideally, hoping to distract his closest friend from his pain. Odysseus groaned and banged his head against polites shoulder.

"Come now!" Polites chided through his laughter "you love the man!"

"Not when he's trying to bed my sister I dont" odysseus slurred somehow managing to drip annoyance through the concussion and other pains.

(@www-dot-why-are-you-here-dot-com tagged as promise! It's more on the angsty side of my headcanons so let me know if you only want to be tagged in the fluffy ones)

[antaripirate]

holland mid conversation with ojka

[sunlaire]

The crew make it back to England and a few months later, the admiralty host a social function and crozier is only going so he can check in with the men, see how they're recovering. And while he's there, he spots James. But as he approaches, he overhears him talking about this "beautiful and elegant creature" he has back home

And crozier thinks "ah, alas. He is straight. But I'm happy he found someone..."

Meanwhile James won't stop telling people about his cat. Also he's carrying the BIGGEST torch for his co-captain, who is tragically uninterested in men. Whacky shenanigans ensue

[sonknuxadow]

perhaps i need to stop swinging bats at hornets nests by saying i dislike popular sonic fandom things but it has to be said. the idea of knuckles and rouge dating doesnt make any sense to me

[vroomvroomvroommf]

My man really said “Last Chance”

like he wouldn’t fall to his knees if she asked

[1tsstargaze59]

CANON ANXIFEAR COLOR DROP WOH?????

While I work on the others concept arts, may have had them on the brain- again LMAO 🧡💜

Imagine being scolded by your bestie for being a simp???? Couldn't be me /j

Bonus sketches tehehe ft. Sandy aka Beachside! Sadness ^^ Her and Finn's friendship is so wholesome IM IMPLODING 😭😭😭💥💥💥

[quillsandblades]

I don't need sleep, I need answers. What was Levi thinking in "devil's choker" when Hange kissed him??

Haha ok fair, I'll give you answers so don't deprive yourself of sleep 😂

So firstly, no one ever did that to Levi. No one dared to touch him, one glare was enough to keep people out of his personal space. Sure Mike, Erwin and Nana sometimes threw him into a hug or two, ruffled his hair but that was all. He'd push them away at that as well.

But out of nowhere this underground thug, this crazy woman, who's somehow not only an equal rival to his skills but also annoys the living shit out of him, comes down upon him like a hurricane. They're fighting each other, prepared to kill, ready to rip the other's throat out and-

She corners his against a damn wall and KISSES HIM??!!

What--where--how did this happen?!! Levi's brain short circuits, system error, he cannot grasp what has happened. This was not the plan. Wasn't she about to kill him, how did this happen?

But a part of him actually thinks the kiss isn't that bad - which is high praise coming from Levi btw - her lips are a bit dry but they're warm and soft and it feels. . . good?

NO WAIT!

Why is he thinking that??! What's wrong with him? And he pushes her away, much too harshly cuz he's rattled and shocked and there's a minute where he can't think straight so he simply lunges at her and attacks again. Furious that she caught him off guard like that. No one had ever caught Levi off guard.

Their fight is over, the crazy woman agrees to join the Scouts.

Hange Zoe.

That's her name. And it reeks of trouble, which Levi wants to avoid at all costs.

Days pass, he most certainly does not watch her from the corner of his eye while she's training with her gang. He does not think of that kiss over and over again and he most certainly is not curious about Hange Zoe.

Even though it's clear she wants to kill him. He's not interested to know more about her. Nope, not at all. (lol who's he kidding?)

He wonders if that kiss meant something or not.

(Here's the fic if anyone wants to read)

[venti-death-watch]

when i make modern aus i try to find the equivalent of canon to have the characterization as close as possible, and i was trying to think of how to explain sunday and aventurine’s penacony beef. and tbh i still haven’t decided but i have determined the funniest:

aventurine and robin go through a crisis as young adults (late teens, early 20s) and briefly date before realizing neither of them are into each other and becoming friends, and sunday has never fully recovered from the ~2 weeks where they dated.

[hauntingblue]

making a collection

making another collection with a threatening aura

[storge]

Stay still. Almost done.

Love Me, Love My Voice (2023) 1.11

[pengtheplush]

If Brûz took part in Mordor’s conquest of Minas Ithil, I imagine him to be the type that flirts with his captives. This is my take on that hypothetical scene. Critics are welcome to point out ways to improve, so with that said, enjoy!

[Scene: Dusk descends upon a ruined Gondorian outpost. The heady scent of blood hangs thick in the air. The camera pans over the aftermath of a recent skirmish, battered bodies strewn about like discarded children’s toys. The orcs who still draw breath—the victors—limp or lounge amongst the black and crimson-painted rubble, tending to themselves and their newly acquired possessions. At the heart of the carnage stands BRÛZ THE CHOPPER —hulking, smug, and gloriously bloodstained.]

[Enter TERRA, a Gondorian scout: clothes caked in dirt and dried leaves, disheveled but none too worse for wear. She strides in with as much dignity as the two Uruks corralling her on either side allow. She’d just been captured before the battle but isn’t acting much like a prisoner.]

BRÛZ (grinning wide as he turns to her): “Well now, look wot we’ve got ‘ere! A little mouse sniffin’ round my grounds. You lost, luv?”

[The keeper on her right lets out a gravely cackle while the other on her left grips her shoulder like a vice. Terra ignores them both in favor of observing the towering figure before her, the first Olog she’s ever seen up-close.]

TERRA (raising an eyebrow; his ‘grounds’ belonged to her kinsmen not 2 hours ago): "Depends. Is this the part where you bash my skull in, or the part where you make some crass joke about my ‘brittle tark bones’ first?"

BRÛZ (chuckling deeply): “Heh! Got bite, this one. I like that. Most tarks either squeal or faint when they see ol’ Brûz. But you? You look like you’re almost enjoyin’ the view.”

TERRA (eyeing him up and down, reluctantly amused): "You're not entirely unpleasant to look at, that is if one's into massive, mace-wielding murder machines."

BRÛZ (stepping closer, voice dropping to a sly rumble): “Careful now, you keep talkin’ sweet like that, and I might think you’re flirtin’. Which’d be very dangerous for a… slight lass like yourself.”

TERRA (tilting her head curiously, trying not to smile): "Is that so? I thought orcs didn’t have much use for… charm."

BRÛZ (grinning wider, revealing a pair of sharp, white canines): “Oh, we mostly don’t. But I’m a rare breed. I chop heads off by dusk, woo trespassin’ bewdies till dawn. Balance, innit?”

[He circles her slowly, casually, as if it wasn’t the blood of her kin he was treading over. Terra doesn’t flinch. Instead, she watches him, equal parts wary and intrigued.]

TERRA (playfully sarcastic): "You are surprisingly well-spoken for someone who got intentionally mauled by a caragor just to try and win a drinking contest."

[Brûz’s stride halts for a moment, surprised yet refusing to let it show. So, the little mouse knew a thing or two. It would seem his moves to cut off Minas Ithil from the rest of Gondor hadn’t truly gone unnoticed, nothing their pitiful defense would have lead him to believe. Despite the offense, he had to give her some credit. He couldn’t be too mad since he does love an audience after all.]

BRÛZ (chuckling again, but with a darker undertone that makes Terra shiver —almost imperceptible beneath his gaze): “Won that contest, thank you very much. And I’ve got the marks to prove it.”

[Beat. There’s a long pause as they lock eyes, a strange kind of tension fills the space between them, like a primed bow string. Terra finally breaks it.]

TERRA (exhales sharply, feeling heat beginning to rise in her cheeks): “This is ridiculous. I should planning my escape. Or stabbing you. But instead, I’m just… standing here, wondering what you'd be like if you weren't, you know, an enemy."

BRÛZ (leaning in close, his breath hot against Terra’s upturned face): “Oh, don’t let a lil' thing like war get in the way, darlin’. I always say: ‘Chop first, chat later.’ But for you? I could... rearrange the order.”

[Brûz graces her with a disarmingly lazy smirk, and for a moment, Terra is visibly blushing —which she immediately curses herself for.]

TERRA (turning away with a huff): "This is insane! You're unbelievable."

[Brûz waves his hand to signal she be taken to what are to be his new quarters for the foreseeable future.]

BRÛZ (calling after her as she’s escorted away): “Sure, but you like that, don’t ya?”

[The camera lingers on Terra’s flushed face as she’s escorted away. Her flustered expression hardens… but there’s a definite, undeniable grin tugging at her lips’ ends. Although this battle has died, it would seem something else stirs within the ashes…]

[Fade to black.]