#they're adorable dorks

[confuzzeledpanda]

If y'all don't know, Angel's running the cutest Infinite DTIYS challenge and you should absolutely join!!

It's been so long since I've had a reason to draw the boys, I've missed them 🙏🏼💙❤️

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP2 | Murder on the Dancefloor

This is just Firstkhao throwing moves as they would whilst drunk at karaoke. Convince me otherwise.

[woohoorin]

he's concerned

[itz-shinyy]

Hello!! Just wanted to say That i love ur art!! And also if you don't mind..Could you draw some..Wandering eye?

AW THANK YOU💞

And for the art Request, Ofc! It's no problem!!

They're my comfort ship..

[giggly-squiggily]

I humbly request Giorno distressing our favorite Capo with tickles. Bruno totally deserves it.

Oh you don't have to tell me twice! *dancy dance* I love Bruno so much, and I love Giorno! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

CW: Swearing, very very light restraints (Giorno's stand ability- nothing truly constricting)

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@gladdygirl18 @t-wordiiish

So many zippers…

Giorno knew he was staring- likely an unreasonable amount so, but he couldn’t help it. Bruno’s suit was weirdly hypnotic. Black speckled fabric, the longer he looked at it, the more he realized they were zipper heads. Gold stripes of teeth across various parts of the outfit that logically made no sense, yet still came out incredibly fashion forward. He wondered if the zippers worked or not.

“Can I help you, Giorno?” Bruno hadn’t looked up from his gaze out towards the horizon. Giorno felt himself flush at being caught, suddenly shamed. “You look as if you have questions.”

“I…sorry, Bucchirati. I was just thinking about your suit.”

“My…suit?” Bruno looked back at him. “What about it?”

“It’s just so…odd.” Giorno winced at his lack of word choice. Bruno raised a brow. “Not in a bad way, by any means! I’ve just never seen anything like it! The design especially catches the eye.”

“Oh? Well, thank you.” Bruno seemed pleased by the comment, amused at the younger boy’s ramblings. “Your own suit is eye-catching as well. It’s not everyday you see someone wearing such a getup.”

Was…was he making fun of him? Giorno didn’t know how to feel about it. He cleared his throat before turning back to the horizon, trying not to stare.

It lasted exactly five seconds before he was sneaking glances at the patterns once more.

“Would you like a proper show?” Bruno asked, turning to him completely. Giorno was about to apologize again, but Bruno waved it off. “It’s fine- I am rather fond of this suit. I picked it out for the same reasons.”

“So you also thought it looked like a dalmatian?” Giorno asked, then froze. Oh merde, he let that slip.

Bruno, to his credit, burst into laughter. “Given your love for animals, I’m not surprised that’d be your first thought. I was thinking of dominos myself.” He stretched his arms out and did a slow turn, his back to Giorno to give him the full view. “The zippers were something I had added when it was tailored.”

“Ah..” Giorno nodded, shuffling closer. “Could I touch it?” At Bruno’s nod, he reached out, running his hand against the fabric along his upper back. “Wow, it’s good quality too. Why the zippers though?”

“Surely I don’t need to explain that one to you, do I?” Point taken. Giorno’s eyes caught the glint of the zipper teeth, tilting his head curiously at it. He poked at it, wondering if it was as cold as it looked.

“Eh!”

“Bucciarati?” Giorno flinched back, suddenly concerned. Was he hurt? “Wait..”

“F-Forgive me..I was surprised.” Bruno tried to play it off, but Giorno’s brain was already running a mile a minute. He had jumped, but the sound he made wasn’t one of pain. The spot he poked was rather close to Bruno’s neck…

Feeling bold, he poked again.

“Giorno!” Bruno yelped as he twisted around, eyes narrowed. “What-”

“You’re ticklish?” It wasn’t a question. Red flooded Brunos’ face. Giorno felt himself starting to smile. “Bucciarati…”

“That’s enough of that. As your Capo- Giorno!” Bruno tried to jerk back, but the blonde was fast. Too fast. Bruno’s feet were suddenly wrapped in vines, keeping him in place as Giorno dived behind him. “Release me at o-oohohnce!”

“Whoa, no wonder you’re always gone when Mista and Narancia act up.” The blonde was amazed, grinning as his fingers wiggled along Bruno’s neck. The older man was struggling to escape, scrunched up and slightly bent over. “If they knew just how sensitive you were, they’d be all over you!”

“Doohohn’t assume! I’ihll hahahahve you knhohow I’m rahahther goohohd at tihihickli-eeheheh!” Bruno’s argument was cut short by growing mirth, jumping and twitching at each press and flick of the blonde’s fingers. It didn’t help that the vines by his feet seemed to grow, wrapping around his legs up to his calves and squeezing gently. “Yhohoohu’ll rehehehgret thihihis- ahehahaha!”

“I’ll take my chances.” Giorno chuckled as he dragged his fingers down Bruno’s back, finding the action rather effective. Bruno went from scrunched and giggly to arching sharply with a startled cackle. “Your back is this ticklish?”

“Aheahhaha! Dhohohon’t shahahy thahahaht! Gehahhaha!” Bruno nearly lost his balance from the pokes along his spine. It felt like he was in an elevator, and Giorno was an annoying child who pressed every button from the bottom up. “Rehehehaleahahse me thihihs instahhahnt!”

“Sure- just after I figure out which one of these black dots will get you to scream.” Giorno was rather enjoying himself. How often did their beloved Capo let himself laugh like this? He poked and prodded at all the different dots along the back of Bruno’s suit, relishing the yelps and shouts he let out. “I suspect there’s one that’s especially bad.”

“Ah! Ehehe! Heh! Thehehere ihihisn’t-GAH!”

“Found it!” Giorno dug his index finger into the one aligned with Bruno’s hip, twisting while the older man spasmed and shrieked. “The great tickle spot of Bruno Bucciarati! I’ll keep it a secret for a price.”

“GIHIHIORNO!” Bruno was begging now, cheeks red as beets and laughing near hoarse. “MEHEHERCI! MEHEHEHRCY!” At his please, the blonde did as requested- if not a bit reluctantly. The vines retracted back, acting only as a net to catch Bruno when he stumbled free. When he was steady once more, they returned to normal. “Ehehe..hehehehe…thahahnk you for the sahahve…”

“Didn’t want our Capo to break his nose.” Giorno shrugged, not used to gratitude. Bruno raised himself back up with a long sigh, smoothing down his suit. “I got a little carried away at the end there, huh?”

“Never mind that, it wasn’t out of malicion.” Bruno seemed fine with it. If anything, he looked rather proud. “I believe that’s the first time you’ve done something like this, Giorno. I hadn’t expected such a playful side from you.”

Giorno winced, averting his gaze with a blush. “Forgive me, that was so-”

“I told you, nevermind that.” A hand rested on his shoulder from behind. “I’m glad. For the longest time, you’ve been so stiff around us. I was starting to get concerned. It makes me happy to know you’re not all business.”

“Bucciarati..” Giorno started to smile, looking up-

He found his Capo before him. Smiling the most devious of smiles.

Wait, but if he was there, who was…

Zipper Man. Uh-oh.

“Of course, it wouldn’t be wise of me to not address this. You’re brave, Giorno Giovanna, but like Mista and Narancia in the past, you must learn what happens if you decide to target me.”

Giorno had no time to react before Zipperman’s hands shot out, grabbing his sides and ribs. “Bu-ehahahahahahhaha!”

“Ah youth.” Bruno sat back on the fencing, elbows on knees and folded hands to his smiling lips as he watched Giorno squirm and laugh before him. “So bold, yet so quick to forget. Allow me to remind you just who you’re messing with.”

Thanks for reading!

[athousandbyeol]

what are you laughing at, mew? i'm laughing at you. you're going off-key. are you saying i'm toned deaf? no. you're cute. why would i care if i'm toned deaf? i'm blinded by the love for you anyway. who would have thought a rich man could come up with this cheesy line?

[lucienarcheron]

Ok but after seeing the Bambi post my brain can only picture Elain drunkingly licking Lucien on the face 😂

But you know it's happened at least once. Drunk Elain is my favorite to picture (and write hehe). I can easily picture them at the end of a fun night and Elain's curled up in Lucien's lap, giggling like crazy about their day. Her mouth is going a million miles a minute and she's squishing Lucien's cheeks as she's talking because she's so excited about god knows what and he is so amused and in love, just letting her go off.

Until the conversation is suddenly about desserts and she's thinking about baking a cake tomorrow and —

Elain gasps suddenly and Lucien's brows go up, "What is it, dove?"

"I don't know if I have all the ingredients to make the frosting I like!"

His lips twitched and leans in to quickly peck her lips. "That's alright, I'll buy whatever you need tomorrow morning."

"But what flavor cake should I go for? I'm thinking chocolate but what about strawberry? Ohhh, what if I make red velvet!" She gasps again. "Lucien!"

"Elain."

"What if I make a Lucien flavored cake?" she asked with a coy smile that was more of a twitchy-drunk smile and Lucien tried so very hard not to laugh.

"And what flavor would I be, dare I ask?"

Her expression was mischievous and before Lucien could stop whatever drunk shenanigan she wanted to do, her tongue darted out and quickly licked his face.

Lucien barely made a noise of objection when Elain squished his face again and rested her forehead to his, staring intensely into his eyes. He blinked rapidly as she said in all seriousness, "Carrot?"

His expression flattened. "How dare you."

She burst into giggles at Lucien's outraged expression and Elain tried to make it up to him by peppering his face with kisses then licked his cheek once more, for good measure. "Cinnamon? Pumpkin Spice? Ohhh — how about caramel?"

"I think you need to stop, dove."

"Apple cranberry?"

"Elain."

"Maple?"

"Not the kind of sticky I usually go for."

She ignored him and gasped dramatically again, "Gingersnaps."

Lucien's lips twitched as he gave her a playfully reprimanding look. "It seems I need to remind you exactly what I taste like, my love."

Elain bit her lip, her cheeks already tinted pink from how hammered she was and she hiccuped. "Oh? And what do I need to bake to find your flavor?"

His smirk was roguish as he cupped his mate's face and kissed her lips slowly, reverently earning him a soft whine before Lucien pulled back and said, his voice filled with wicked promise, "No baking required. All you need is your pretty, pretty mouth."

[tinderbox210]

Christina Chong and Ethan Peck + being adorable dorks at Dragon Con 2023 (x, x, x)

[optimisticallycyn]

Hot chocolate!

I think RiseCaseyJr and 2012Leo would make an adorable couple! So I'm imagining the 2012 guys visiting the Rise guys for Christmas and they hit it off really well and constantly find ways to hangout together and chat or train and *gasp!* sometimes hold hands! Leon is very much going to be a little shit though and tease them the whole time. 🤣

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Idiots. They're both idiots 😆🥹

Webtoon series: Villain With A Crush

[golden--doodler]

Awhile ago, I made a piece which was a colored version of this drawing, but it wasn't as good as the original drawing on paper that I did, unfortunately 😅

I just wanted to share this because I think it's cute, and I actually drew backgrounds back then!!

Plus, have a bonus Blitz lurking in the background.

[ID]: Traditional drawing of Millie and Moxxie from Helluva Boss, two Hellborn Imps who have a similar build and similar red skin, though the drawing is just in black ink. Millie has rather large, protruding black eyelashes, and a black heart tattoo on her right shoulder. Her mouth is open in a grin and she has a joyful expression on her face. Moxxie is wearing a large bowtie and has much larger horns than Millie (his are primarily white, and hers are primarily black, which indicate their sex assigned at birth). He also has a few distinct freckles on his cheeks. He has a bashful expression on his face. The two have similar short hair. They're standing in an office, with a few posters on the wall, one of which being of Moxxie and Millie's wedding. Another one has Blitz, their boss, his twin sister, Barbie Wire, and his mother on it. Blitz can be seen in the background with a grin on his face.

[rupphiremoyo]

Sammy: Yaz reminds me of my appendix.

Brooklynn: Excuse me?

Sammy: I don't understand how she works, but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take her out.

[pierswife]

Got some down time so look at my new sticker!!!

[silver-butterflies-and-spirits]

Ok, I know I said I won't post any art. But maybe, just MAYBE, I might.

[just-slightly-chayotic]

yes, jeff, we do love you in every possible angle. and, actually, the pictures where you're being a dork are my favourite ones.

[giggly-squiggily]

Hc to drabble: noelle and leopold sometimes like to compete over who mimosa and who's is the better cousin.(It kinda makes more sense in my mind sorry🦲)

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

Oh this is CUTE! The idea of Noelle and Leopold having a bit of a cousin rivalry makes me laugh, and over Mimosa too! That's beyond precious! I've gotcha covered, anon :3

“Obviously it’s me- we can talk about anything and everything together!”

“Please- we talk loads! Plus, we train well with one another!”

“So do we! I also know her favorite colors.”

“I know her favorite songs!”

“I’m friends with her teammates!”

“I’m dating her teammate!”

“Erm- hey; are you two alright?” Mimosa asked from her spot nearby.

“FINE!” Noelle and Leopold shouted simultaneously- then blanched, blinking. “Sorry Mimosa- but we’re fine.” Noelle slumped some, flushed in shame.

“We’re trying to figure out who’s the better cousin. Or really- I’m trying to tell the little mermaid here I’m the superior one.” Leopold raised his chin in pride, slapping a hand over his chest. “Don’t you agree?”

“Who are you calling the little mermaid, pinocchio? And that’s just foolish- I’m clearly the better one, right Mimosa?” Noelle fumed, earning a gap of shock from the redhead.

“You’re just mad I’m closer to her!”

“You’re projecting!”

“I am not- I’m Leopold!”

“That’s not what that means-”

“Plant Magic, Fairy Garden’s Terrarium.” Mimosa raised her hand, and instantly the two were engulfed in sweet smelling greenery. Noelle squeaked in surprise as she was lifted into the air while Leopold made a less than flattering string of words. “There. Now- let’s get something clear. I don’t have a favorite cousin-”

“What?” They squawked at the same time. Mimosa smiled. Then…

“Ah! AHehahahahhhaha! Nohohoho- dohoohoohohn’t doohoohoh thahahhahahat!” Noelle squeaked when the flowers closest to her face began to wiggle, brushing her neck and ears like feathers. “Mihiihihmosa!”

“Ahehahahahhaha! Nohohohoo, gehehehhet ohohoohohohut!” Leopold shoved at the vines creeping up his shirt, leaves brushing at his belly and sending waves of ticklishness up his skin. “Stahhahhhaap pleahhahhahahhse!”

“As I was saying- I don’t have a favorite cousin because I love both of you equally. Neither of you are better than the other- you both bring a different kind of joy in my life.” The plant user nodded before releasing her magic, watching them float to the ground in a heap of tired giggles. “So no more fighting about it, alright?”

Weak sounds of submission was all she got.

“Good.” Mimosa nodded, pleased.