#they are both idiots

[starchaser45]

Regular writers: The two main characters can't be both idiots one of them has to be smart

Merlin:

[adoptable-fanfic-prompts]

DP x DC Writing Prompt

For whatever reason, Tim hires Danny as a bodyguard/assistant (unaware of the ghost powers until later). Tim only did it for appearances but hey, Danny is actually really good at his job and understands completely that sometimes, Tim just needs to disappear for a bit and that it just happens to coincide with there being a problem in Gotham. Danny even lets Tim drink all the heavily caffeinated coffee he wants and doesn’t try to limit it like Tam tries to do (considering Danny drinks just about the same amount… (Tam tried to have an intervention, it did not work)). It’s going great…

… then Tim realizes that Danny has been bodyguarding him and secretly assisting him while Tim is out as Red Robin (how does Danny know Tim is Red Robin? Who knows). Eventually, Tim learns to accept it and you know what? Danny is a great partner to have… on the field… behind the scenes, that is definitely what Tim meant…

Then one day, while Tim is drinking the coffee Danny prepared for the both of them, he realizes where they both are and has just one question:

“When did Danny become his roommate?”

[janahanooo]

Yuu: do you guys celebrate valentines day?

Ace: obviously?

Yuu: oh okay

Yuu: I want to ask Horntorn to be my valentine, so I was worried you guys don't do that here. But now I'm relived

Ace: horntorn? Who-? Omg

Ace: you mean Draconia senpai??????

Yuu: yeah?

Ace: oh lords, yeah good luck

Yuu: fucker, I have been tring to tell him with the help of Lilia, so I better be lucky. Don't jinx it for me

Yuu: hey horntorn!

Malleus: oh? Child of man, what a pleasure seeing you!

Yuu: I wanted to give you these... here.

Yuu: *gives him a giftbox and a letter*

Malleus: may I know the reason for these gifts?

Yuu: uuhh.. j- just read the letter first!

Malleus: as you wish. *opens the letter*

"Dear Horntorn,

I have been meaning to tell you this for a long time. However, I never really had time, or something came up. So I tell you here, in this letter.

Malleus Draconia, I love you. I fancy you. I admire you. For a long time I have been. I'm not quite sure if you noticed yet, but I have asked Lilia to help me giving you signs of my love. So, can ask you...

Would you be my valentine?"

Malleus: ...child of man.

Yuu: oh god I knew it it was a dumb idea, of course I understand if you don't feel the same.. I'm not even sure what I was thinking? Why would you love me of all people? I'm very sorry-

Malleus: child of man. Calm down. *smiles at Yuu*

Malleus: I do love you too, and I have been too trying to court you. However, it seems dragon courting is very different from the human way.

Yuu: ...so when you offered to kidnap me from P.E. was actually you... courting?

Malleus: ...yes...

Yuu: oh. OH. It seems the both of us are oblivious

Malleus: it seems like that. So, for the question my answer is, yes. I would love to be your valentine.

[nico00235]

How to show Affection 101: Lick your partner´s cheek so you can make sure how they taste to recognize their flavor

[catboy-medic-tf2]

im letting my urges win, can you please draw medic head-patting a sad soldier??🫣‼️

I thought this idea was so silly that I felt I should animate it

[cybernightart]

late valentines day doodle i forgot to post lol

gotta love character development XD

(also sneak peak at my monty design)

these drawings where actually done months apart so its kinda realistic to how my au goes XD if you change the 4 months in to years at least.

sleepy bear hugs<3

i need to finish this at some point

Human glamFronnie doodle 💅✨

Kith

Now just some additional Freddy doodles, because my Freddy has a cape lol

[tooshadez]

whiteboard tingies !!1!

[ogdegenerate]

Bowser has shit pick up lines.

This is not me saying that Bowser has no rizz, infact he’s very handsome in koopa standards and can be very swave when he wants to be. The thing is that his confidence and presentation is the only thing making up his charisma.

I shit you not, bowser will say the most corniest, cringiest, and downright left field shit to you and grin as if he was a poetic genius.

Peach tries not to laugh out of sheer awkwardness because bowser WILL take it as a successful flirt. The only people who have the balls to point out the koopa king’s lack of game is Mario, Daisy, Kamek, and the older koopalings. (Wendy is very mean about it). Everyone else is either too afraid to tell it to the king’s face or is actually caught up in Bowser’s hype.

Now LUIGI is the only of very few people to actually get verbally seduced by bowser. Luigi doesn’t really have any standards of pick up lines, pretty much because he barely gets complemented and even gets flirted on even less. He also find the goofiness very charming. The first time Bowser flirted with Luigi, he got really flustered, and the koopa kings ego grew three times as big to the dismay of everyone.

Luigi: “Mario, He’s not-a THAT bad!”

Mario: “Mio fratello, the princess with her explosive speech is better with her words!”

Now you think that since bowser can dish it out as much as he can take, and you’d pretty much be right. As royalty, people do sing his praises and talk about how hot he is. But you had to see the flabbergasted face of King Bowser once Luigi muster up the courage to flirt back. It was like if a cave man discovered FIRE. Bowser’s entire face was redder than his hair and eyes. Reptile brain full on blue screened. He was hooked.

And no, luigi isn’t this secret love master, he (and mario) just has that autistic rizz. And bowser not having his feelings reciprocated to someone he was romantically interested for most of his life played a big part in that.

At this point it’s a game of quick draw, whoever flirts first makes the other a red puddle of giggles with a belly full of butterflies.

[acediaedeus]

I just know coming off of the battle high after a spar with Ichigo makes Grimmjow a little bit dumb, and he’s suddenly all loose, and relaxed. a cat readying for a nap after eating a mouse it caught for lunch.

so obviously this state of his leads to some interesting revelations. because the first time Ichigo witnesses this abrupt relaxation he immediately goes into panic mode, and hurries over to check on Grimmjow. but all Ichigo gets when he grasps his forearm to pull the fucker up and get him into the healing spring, is a half-lidded look full of reverence and satisfaction, which hits him like a freight train, and makes him go dumb too. because, sure, he’s witnessed his fair share of Grimmjow’s satisfied looks. but all of them were marred by blood splattered across Grimmjow’s everything, coating his sword, his hands, a lot of the times his teeth (asshole loves taking a bite out of him), they were pure battle and blood thirstiness. this? this is wholly uncharted territory. it’s soft, and contented, and all around nothing like what Grimmjow is. and then it hits Ichigo that maybe he doesn’t know what Grimmjow is like at all. and then, for the first time in his life, he finds himself jealous, of all things. because there definitely someone that does know this side of his favourite Arrancar (there isn’t).

also, let it not be forgotten, that Ichigo’s kind of an idiot, at least when it comes to things that aren’t beating up thugs and gods, or Shakespearean tragedies and dramas. so it should be no surprise that this also happens to him. that just like Grimmjow, he too, becomes just a tiny but dumber. but instead of a cat that got the mouse, he’s more akin to a lizard basking on a sun-warmed rock.

revelations come from this too. and although at the start of their arrangement Grimmjow isn’t even close to being so nice as to help the asshole up, and make sure he’s fine, that doesn’t stop Ichigo from propping himself up on his elbows and beaming an absolutely blinding smile at Grimmjow, before passing the fuck out. and because Grimmjow is still unsure of what’s to happen now, and also not at all accustomed or prepared for human interaction, he thinks the bastard’s good will ran out already, and this is some pathetic last resort attack on his senses. but Kurosaki’s not moving, very obviously sleeping (and isn’t that an insane power move? “hey look, I’m so sure you’re not anywhere near my level, that I’m going to sleep right in front of you, my enemy.” downright mocking, how dare he). he opens a Garganta, and ditches as fast as his sonído will allow, before his brain even starts trying to find any other explanations as to what THAT was. he tries not to think about it, and swears to, from now on, leave before Kurosaki attempts any bullshit.

but the next time it happens some stupid curiosity wins out, and he stays, and he watches as the Shinigami does the whole routine all over again, and… Grimmjow suddenly can’t breathe, can’t take his wide (surely from fear) eyes off of Kurosaki’s prone figure, his face bursts into flames, his mouth runs dry, and that useless dead heart in his chest beats out of rhythm. whatever he’s doing, whatever that attack is, it’s working, and Grimmjow better get away fast.

later, much later, Grimmjow will realise that the reaction he, at first, classified as a symptom of poisoning, was him falling in love with the way Kurosaki’s permanently scowling face stretches out in an expression of pure joy just for him to see.

[whuuuuuuhhh]

someone pls come and sedate her

[unlawfulchaos]

Ice: Honey bun?

Mav: Yes?

Ice, blushing: I meant, would you like one?

Mav: Oh. Yeah, thanks. Sugar?

Ice: Yes?

Mav, also blushing: I was just asking if you want sugar in your coffee.

Ice, flustered: Oh, yes please.

*Both flustered and avoiding eye contact*

Goose, at the table, head in hands: This is painful to watch.

Slider, sighing: I'm embarrassed for them.

[watcherinthesky225]

[foundinthevoid]

Macdennis for you!!

[moethh]

both Marius and Javert's dynamic in the Brick and The Amazing Digital Circus are living in my head rent-free for the time being so here you go

also i still can't draw hats so yeah

[rambleonwaywardson]

Clegan Olympics AU Drabble

Gale and John re-watch Gale's cross-country run, and John worries about Gale's well-being. As requested by @lenabutler 😊 We are being real flexible with the word "drabble" here because none of these are going to actually be anywhere near that short!

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Gale and John are sitting at the bar on the upper story of USA House. It’s like a frat party in here, with the music and the lighting, the drinking, sports on the big screen, and rooms full of hot as hell athletes. And yet the two of them, as usual, manage to make it feel like they’re the only two people in the world. 

They’ll join the other gymnasts (and a massive crowd of team USA athletes) to watch women’s gymnastics in a bit, but for now it’s just them. Bucky sips on a beer that he probably should not be allowed to have with some competition still left to go. But he’s questionably decided that it’s fine as long as he limits himself to one and then has a lot of water for the rest of the night. Gale, opting for something non-alcoholic this time, denied all of Bucky’s ridiculous virgin drink suggestions and has settled on water. Bucky tells him he’s boring. 

“Here,” Gale says, pushing his phone across the bar so it’s in front of Bucky. 

Bucky taps the screen to see the title of the video. “Cross country?”

Gale nods and bites down on a tortilla chip from the bowl they ordered to share. “You said you wanted to see my run. So here it is.” 

“I do wanna see it,” Bucky agrees. “Even if it scares the shit out of me.”

Gale scoffs. “You’re doing some of the most dangerous tumbling passes in the world. But this scares you?”

“Yes!” Bucky exclaims. He plucks the rest of the chip out of Gale’s hand and pops it into his own mouth. “You’re going so fast. And you have to trust her to get you over safely. All I gotta trust is myself.”

“Hey.” Gale shakes his head and points to himself and Whiskey paused on the screen. “I trust that mare with my life more than any human being on this planet. Now watch.”

Gale patiently talks Bucky through the whole nine minute course, pausing the video to explain things here and there. The alternate routes at some of the obstacles and why a rider would choose to take them or not. What he was thinking at any given moment – change the stride count here, rein her in there, let her have her head over that jump, don’t fuckin’ fall off – and why some of the jumps are harder or easier than others. “These jumps are a lot bigger than they look,” he tells Bucky. “Especially the tables.”

“They look pretty damn big,” Bucky replies, wondering how they could possibly be bigger than he even thinks they are. 

He bites his lip as he watches, willing Gale and Whiskey to make it over every obstacle even though he knows they do. When Whiskey trips jumping down a bank, his breath catches when he sees Gale snap backwards in the saddle, his back twisting uncomfortably as he tries to keep himself and his horse straight and steady. 

“Did that hurt?” Bucky asks. 

Gale shrugs. 

“It did, didn’t it?”

“I mean, nothing I’m not used to.” Gale gives him a pointed look that says just watch the damn video, and Bucky closes his mouth for the moment. 

When he watches Whiskey spook at one of the spectators though, he gasps as he watches Gale lose his balance in the saddle, his back once again fighting to stay steady. Gale hadn’t mentioned that he’d nearly come off at one point, and Bucky says as much. 

“Don’t be dramatic,” Gale says. “I wasn’t even close to coming off.”

Bucky doesn’t relent, though. “No wonder your back hurts all the damn time.”

“I’m fine, John.”

Bucky pauses the video and looks at him. “No, I’ve seen you grimacing cause it hurts to breathe sometimes this week. I’m not stupid.”

The corner of Gale’s mouth quirks up. “As I said, nothing I’m not used to.”

Bucky frowns. “That’s not normal, Gale. It’s not normal for breathing to hurt!”

Gale shrugs. “It’s my normal.”

Bucky stares at him, at a loss. “God, you’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re a hypocrite,” Gale points out. He motions to Bucky’s leg, and Bucky huffs. “That’s what I thought. Now watch the damn video.”

Bucky asks a lot of questions at the end that he didn’t get to ask before. Does Gale wear any protective gear? – yes, he has an inflatable vest with a cord attached to the saddle, so when he falls, the cord pulls and the vest inflates. How long have he and Whiskey been training for this? – six years, not counting groundwork before she was three. Are the water complexes as fun as they look? – sure, if you like getting wet. Does it feel like they’re going as fast as it looks like they’re going? – feels like he’s flying. Are horses scared of water? – some of them. Does Gale ever feel afraid? – Gale hesitates, but he says, not really. A horse can feel if you’re afraid, so you have to act like you aren’t even if you are. You convince even yourself.

Bucky frowns when he sees Gale grimace again as he breathes in. He reaches a hand out, places it hesitantly on Gale’s back, digs his fingers into the tight muscle there. Gale bites his lip and leans into the touch. “You’re an idiot,” Bucky says, even as he offers this little, inadequate massage. 

“What? Cause I keep doin’ my sport even when I’m in pain?” Gale frowns, getting defensive. “So do you.”

Bucky shakes his head. “Darling, you wouldn’t believe how much PT, heat, ice, bodywork, and rest I need on a weekly basis. Even before I screwed this thing up.” With his free hand, he points to his knee, which he currently has taped up for extra support due to the mild discomfort he’s been experiencing the last couple days. Then he points at Gale again. “You, on the other hand, seem to do absolutely nothing for yourself.”

Gale shrugs. “I stretch.”

“Oh you stretch, do you?” Bucky mocks. “How often?”

Gale shifts uncomfortably. “…Sometimes.”

“Buck!”

Gale glares at him. “I’m fine,” he says again. 

“You are not.”

Gale works his jaw, but he doesn’t disagree again. He sighs quietly as Bucky tries to work at some of the knots in his back, and it makes Bucky smile even though this man and his disinterest in keeping himself functional frustrate him to no end. Gale relaxes under Bucky’s touch, and a strand of hair flops over his forehead as he looks down at the bar top. Bucky watches his shoulders tense and relax, muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his team USA t-shirt. He’s all too aware that they’re in a public place.

He can’t resist leaning in to kiss Gale softly on the lips though. When he pulls away, Gale blinks up at him, that little hint of a smile on his face. “What was that for?”

Bucky shrugs. It wasn’t for anything, really. But also it was for everything. 

“You’re an idiot,” he says again, making Gale roll his eyes. 

“Hey lovebirds!” Curt calls out. He approaches from behind and shoves in between them. He gives them both a look that’s half grossed out and half amused. “Quit with the PDA and get down there with the rest of us. The girls are on.”

[alexsays-no]

Robin and Dani.2

I redesigned them a lil more. I tried Robin with the buzz cut using the whole “hair holds memories” so his hair is big part to know his mental state. And Dani lanky tall long hair man because…. That’s my type

Anyway wanted to share them some more