#he's a fuckin menace

[mister13eyond]

if vin's gonna annihilate the local bird population he's gonna hafta wear one of these on outside adventures

He should still be put in the cat collar tbh

[bananafire11]

I saw minus one and immediately had to draw godzilla

[frnkiebby]

fucking cackling~🎃

[vvwychnia]

the absolute mess of plushie stuffing you find all over your room after octo könig finds the other octo plushies.. sigh

and you can't do anything about it :( other than cleaning all the questionably destroyed plushies... you'll have to deal with him, being more clingy than ever :(

octo!konig who thinks that he's not enough— but then again, as long as he can destroy all the little annoying plushies (who's got absolutely nothing to do with him, he's just possessive) then he's happy! well, nevermind the fact that he doesn't let you go anywhere unless he's attached to you because what if you buy another plushie again?? :(

better promise him he's the only one you fancy :(

anywho, credits to @frogchiro for bringing octo!konig to life, i absolutely adore you.

[venisontransmission]

@voxxcd said "Do you want me to play it back? We can go out into the hall where people are walking around to hear,"

"Hmmmm..." He looks thoughtful, tapping his claws on his cane. Lets the moment sit for a few seconds.

"Oh, my mistake, are you referring to when I called you daddy?"

[takamikeiigos]

You and Hawks on a covert stealth mission together, since both your quirks complement each others almost too well. You feel it. He feels it. It's impossible to ignore-

Then things get dicey; some low level grunts making the rounds and walking around the corner. Hawks reacts instantly, as if he's operating on autopilot- grabbing you by the elbow and pushing you into the closest closet he can find

But his wings are so big and the closet is so small... of course he has no choice but to press you up against the wall. For a brief moment, Hawks is shielding you from any form of harm, while caging you in at the same time

Your first instinct is to bristle up in embarrassment; he's just too. Fucking. Close. But the moment you open your mouth to ask him 'What the hell are you doing!?' he's covering your mouth with one of those gloved palms. He brings his free hand up to his own lips and whispers a hushed 'shhh' as the two grunts meander drunkenly past the closet

Even when they're gone, Hawks' shoulders don't loosen up; he's got a new problem now... he kinda likes the feeling of pushing your body up against a wall, even if it was a little cramped in there

imagine: me, poking my head around the corner, foaming at the mouth

THIS. IS. MY. SHIT.

teaming up with hawks works so well for both of you. his speed compliments your strength, something he's admitted lacking. but together you make a strong team, knocking out missions thoroughly and quickly. the hspc had no choice but to teak you two up, nobody works together as wee as you two.

if only they knew about the cloying sexual tension that you and hawks are much too stubborn to act on.

you're both bickering with each other over stupid shit, hawks arguing that chicken is the best food ever, hands down (while you have other preferences), when both stop dead in your tracks.

you've been sent to scope out a building before a raid, lurking in the shadows, undetected to the enemy, when you both hear drunken laughter and a pair of unsteady footsteps approaching.

"are these people for real?" you can't help but whisper, and just as you go to poke your head around the corner, hawks grabs you by the waist and drags you backward.

the fucker drags you into a dark, cramped supply closet to hide when you easily could've taken down whatever drunk idiots that were meandering around outside.

the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and your skin prickles with annoyance. he's so close - chest pressed firmly against yours, and his wings, which occupy at least 80% of the space, are tucked around you like a shield while he tilts his head to listen through the door, oblivious to your discomfort.

and just as you're about to pitch a fit, reaching up and grab him by the shoulder, he throws a gloved hand over your lips and stares at you. there's a gleam of light coming through a crack in the door and it reflects off of his eyes, his amber irises much more terrifying in the dark than they are in daylight.

he brings a finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet.

the two idiots outside linger, hooting and hollering in the hallway, just a few feet away from the door, and with each passing second your irritation boils. not so much with the fact that they're out there, but the fact that hawks has you pressed up against the wall of the closet, the hard line of his chest pressed so firmly to yours, and his thigh pushing into the space between your legs.

he rustles slightly, and the friction between your thighs causes you to hiss. he turns his attention away from the door once more and peers at you in question, annoyed that you keep making noise, only to look down and see the problem for himself.

the cheeky bastard just looks back up at you with a smirk.

-

a few weeks later, you're teamed up again, this time fighting some assholes who are having a little too much fun setting explosions off in the downtown area.

you've managed to subdue one of the villains while hawks flies overhead, preoccupied with evacuating a damaged apartment building.

you tune into your comms as you slap a set of handcuffs over the villain's wrists, unheeding to the absolute hissy-fit the assailant is throwing below you.

"let me know when you get that building cleared. first guy is about to get shipped off, the other one's hiding out somewhere nearby,"

the comm crackles before hawks' voice comes through, much too chipper for your liking this early in the morning.

"maybe your imposing demeanor scared him off. you aren't exactly a morning person, chickadee," he teases, and you swear you can see the playful smirk he's sporting.

you yank the villain to his feet and push him forward toward the swat team that's on standby, once again ignoring his protests.

"not everyone has the energy to spew sunshine and rainbows out of their assholes at 8 o'clock in the morning, hawks."

he laughs brightly over the comms, "yeah, yeah. almost done, here."

you ditch the first villain with the swat team and turn around, heading back in the direction you came from, when a line of consecutive explosions rapidly go off to your right, heading straight for you. you brace yourself for the worst, but suddenly you're flying through the air before colliding with a wall and landing on the ground.

the impact knocks the wind out of you and you cough, caught in a daze as smoke hazes around you. and when you blink through the confusion you realize there's a weight on top of you, pinning you to the ground.

hawks is crouched above you, leaning in low, with his wings spread out in what you guess is either a protective or predatorial stance. he leans back just enough to get a good look at you, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"we've gotta stop meeting like this," he muses; entertained.

you shove at his shoulder and he laughs. "you say that, hawks, but i'm beginning to think you like pinning me up against things."

-

a month later you aren't actually teamed up on a mission, but attending a ceremony for newly recruited heroes. you stick by each other's sides, set to be a prime example of how hero-duos are supposed to work together - basically eye-candy for the commission to gain clout.

you will admit, you've had a few drinks to take the edge off, and hawks had resorted to being your babysitter this time around.

the speeches are over with and it's social hour, the new recruits making their rounds with their agencies; seasoned pro-heros glad to finally have a moment of free time on their hands.

you finish your glass of champagne and sigh, staring off into the crowd.

"don't get me wrong, i like working with you. but why do we have to be bait for the commission's schemes?" you mutter, tugging at the shoulder of your tailored dress.

hawks reaches forward and takes your empty glass, setting it down on the table you're standing next to.

"probably because we look good together," he inclines, brushing your hand from your shoulder and adjusting the strap of your dress for you. he smooths the fabric down beneath his fingers and moves to adjust the other strap, doing the same until it lays even against your skin.

you cast your gaze to the side, avoiding him, as your cheeks flush.

"not our fault we're good looking.." you mumble.

you've definitely piqued his curiosity, and damn you for letting the alcohol talk.

"you think i'm good looking, huh?" he taunts, leaning in to catch your gaze. you roll your eyes and shove at his shoulder.

"i mean, you've pinned me up against so many surfaces that i've gotten a close enough look. i don't think my eyes would deceive me, hawks."

he laughs. "i'm glad it finally paid off, then. shall we show them what two, deliciously good looking people are capable of on the dancefloor?"

"watch it. you're biting off more than you can chew, pretty bird."

[yasperapologist]

[hjemne]

Just remembered independent plants don't need to eat or drink to survive which makes Vash stealing Wolfwood's (and Meryl's) food and being grumpy over Wolfwood drinking his water so much funnier. He's just out there causing problems for no reason other than he's just a bit of a bitch sometimes and I love him.

[tojisun]

I need to know if you like Lyle from avatar cuz I need him and his bald ass head

nah bc he is kinda fine i fear 😞

this was the edit that made me go, “huh🧍🏼he kinda..”

[genie-made-of-clouds]

All Might: [sneezes]

Aizawa:

All Might: you're not even going to say 'bless you'?

Aizawa: I'm sitting right here, you've clearly been blessed

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Guys don't let the media lie to you I'm not obsessed with this monkey I'm not I'm nOT FAKE NEWS!!!!! ITS ALL A GODDAMN LIE!!!!!!!!

[gloriousmonsters]

sympathies go out to people who were into paranoid DJ's songs during the 4 year gap and thought of Valentino as having this super mean, dark, gravelly voice but the contrast between that and joel perez's beautifully queer-accented code-switching mood-ring roller coaster of a voice is so funny

[thehellishtrinity]

i know nothing about them but i would die for that blonde vampire guy 😳

Though vampire coded, he is regrettably not a vampire. At least, not in Trinity he isn't.

[frnkiebby]

X is for X-Eyes

honestly what a fuckin cutie~🎃

[b0nelessdoodles]

at this point i'm just an infomercial person trying to sell you goblin content i'd say i'm sorry but i'm not

[crossbackpoke-check]

Hello, im wehaveagathering from my main blog, im kind of obsessed with your hockey poetry edits and I think your blog is great! I guess I kind of have a dumb question, where do you find the images you use for your edits? Did you say Getty in your tags?? I’ve gotten into making icons recently (and i have ideas for poetry edits hrrrghhh) but it’s hard to find high res images. Thanks for your time and I hope you have a nice day :)

first of all thank you so much 🥹 and second that’s absolutely not a dumb question!! i do pull a lot of images from getty and i’ll also download pictures from sports articles (i got a lot of the hugheses pictures from online access articles, for example), or sometimes from instagram/facebook/twitter if an account is public. freely admitting that i am not technologically advanced? inclined? in the slightest here, but the image editing software that you use and how you import/export photos with it makes a difference in the quality of them as well!

if you haven’t seen them yet, i would also recommend checking out @simmyfrobby @national-hockey-lesbian @hauntedppgpaints @tapedsleeves @starscelly and @captainbradmarchand’s blogs just off the top of my head!!! they might know more places to get high res images and also i love their work 💕🫶