#and he listened

[diver5ion]

Mistakes are part of the game. And what's important is what we do next.

[abyssalgalaxy]

After getting his ass beat, Dimple tries to learn all about mob in the attempt of being the only person he could trust.

In the world domination arc its Dimple who calms Shigeo down when his house burnt down and during the confession arc is the only one who he listens to

[s0up1ta]

ANYONE ELSE WANT A PIECE 🤬🤬😡👹🗣️

alt versions under the cut:

couldn't decide so take all of them

edit: I MADE A DESKTOP VERSION !!

[angeldarkrose]

Me: “I’m not hungry.”

Him: “I’m making you a PB&J.”

Also him: “I’m not your slave, you make me do everything.”

[martyrbat]

hate when a batman artist isn't committed to bruce's lame bat schtick... give that man a bat insignia on the bottom of his boots rn

[cup1d-ch4rm]

Five minutes before god games:

[hannahlockillustration]

Pool Day with Psyduck.

[thefleshyougoveggie]

when he didn’t make me feel loved but i he made me feel seen in a way i’ve never experienced before

[manzanamarim]

These attorneys sure are ace or smth idk

[gin-juice-tonic]

remembering one of the times i was getting evaluated by a therapist to determine if i was "really trans" or not or whatever and he was like "so if you transitioned to male, how would you dress differently?"

and i was like "i.. dont know. I wouldnt?"

and he looked at me blankly and wrote something down and said "really? you wouldnt wear anything more masculine?"

and i realized i'd given the wrong answer so I just said "I would... wear... suits?"

and he smiled and wrote something else down like "ah! yes"

[a11eya]

bakugou pauses mid-sentence, then leans in, pressing his face right into your neck.

you squirm, trying to push him away. his nose brushes against your skin, and a reluctant laugh escapes you. you put your hands on his chest and push.

“stop! you know i’m ticklish there,” you tell him.

he grips your waist, holding you in place. his eyes narrow.

“what the fuck is that?” he says.

“what?” you furrow your brow, leaning back to look into his face. “what’s what?”

bakugou scowls. “you smell like shitty cologne.”

“what?” you turn your head, attempting to smell yourself. you do catch a wisp of scent on you. “oh! it got cold out, and i forgot my jacket so todoroki lent me his. his cologne must’ve rubbed off on me.”

“why the hell would you take it?” bakugou says, scowl deepening.

“it was cold!”

“so stay cold.”

“katsuki!”

bakugou reaches up and pinches your nose. “you call me if you’re cold, i’ll bring you something.”

“you were on patrol!” you say, voice nasally. you bat at his hand, and he lets go.

“i don’t give a fuck. now go shower. don’t fucking pull this shit again.”

“you’re so annoying sometimes,” you say. “he was just being nice.”

bakugou drops his head to bite your shoulder.

“are you a dog,” you say, deadpan. your hand reaches up to thread through his hair. you tug at the strands a little.

he growls into you in response, and you break into a smile, laughing.

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael doesn’t like Halloween anymore in FNAF..

[aeonmnei]

— “‘samu, stop,” you whisper, as he finds you at the opposite corner of the bed yet again. “it’s so hot.” the fan drones on, making little creaks as it oscillates. it does nothing to quell the heat. if anything, it just cycles the hot air around you, making the bedroom akin to a rotary oven.

what also doesn’t help is the six-foot human space heater in your bed.

osamu groans, his arm coming around your waist to pull you against his bare chest. “stop kickin’ me,” he mumbles. “i wanna hold ya.” he nuzzles his face in your neck, kissing it.

it would be sweet, if his body heat wasn’t the same as an elephant’s. he’s sweltering, and your shoulder sticks to his chest as you try to move away. osamu practically whines as you do. “stop leavin’ meeeee.”

a blast of heat envelopes you as he tries to pull you close again, and you let out a huff. “m’not leaving you, ‘samu, i told you, it’s boiling in here,” you tell him, hitching a leg over his hip to get some air. “s’not my fault,” he mutters petulantly, his big, hot hand reaching over to rest on your leg.

this boy…!

you give another huff. not even thirty seconds later, there’s a low snore that rumbles behind you. “how are you even asleep?” you whisper incredulously, turning to see his peaceful expression. “m’holdin’ ya,” he mumbles sleepily in reply. he inhales deeply, breathing you in. “i love ya.”

guess you can’t be mad about that.

[mewdivorce]

a personal favourite bit of dialogue

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason insists on being the bait for a joint mission with the Bats. But the moment he starts “screaming” during the interrogation process, Batman calls the whole thing off and smashes right through the window and into the first thug.

Absolutely nobody is surprised by this development. Except Jason.