#definitely ooc

[theshadowrealmitself]

Spiderman: This is going great actually -annnd Doom’s about to betray us

Dr Doom: *freezes*

Reed: What? No, he’s been redeeming himself, what makes you say that?

Spiderman: I got a spidey sense, tells me when there’s danger

Spiderman, pointing behind himself at Doom: He stepped closer to that weapon

Spiderman: Spidey sense went off

Spiderman: Means he’s a danger with that weapon, he’s gonna betray us, he’s betraying us right now

Reed: Hmm, I say we trust him

20 MINUTES LATER

Dr Doom: I was always going to betray you, and no one knew it!

Spiderman: I knew. I literally said this is what you were going to do. You were right there.

Dr Doom:

Dr Doom: And no one knew!

#definitely ooc #but this scenario made me laugh so I’m sharing it with the rest of y’all #I bet people don’t really understand the spidey sense and underestimate it a lot #Spiderman #spider man #spider-man #Peter Parker #Dr Doom #victor von doom #mr fantastic #reed richards #mister fantastic #made up dialogue by yours truly

[radio-ghost-cooks]

the brain is certainly braining

okay so the fic is,,,,, struggling atm because now my brain is lowkey daunted by the idea of trying to pick out which bits have to go to cut it down to a decent length

it is coping by coming up with really short one shots. so have this. (it's a little sad but very hurt/comfort. basically u take Graves to buy a stuffed animal bc his dad was a jerk and forced him to "grow up" too quickly)

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okay but imagine inviting Graves to visit home with you during leave and you have a hella big plushie collection

imagine Graves seeing your bed covered in plushies and he's... oddly fixated on them? he keeps reaching for them like he wants to hold one but then he stalls and doesn't do it.

so eventually you ask him what's up and he gets a little misty eyed as he tells you that his dad took his stuffed animals away when he was a kid. once he turned 10 he was basically told "if you're going to become a man, you have to act like one" and was forced to get rid of them.

naturally, you're pissed. it's stupid that people think that you can't have plushies when you're an adult.

so you drag Graves into the car and you take him to where else than build-a-bear, because you aren't about to sit there and let him be miserable.

sure, it's an odd sight; a couple of grown men laughing their asses off at the sight of a deflated Tom Nook (Graves reached his hand into a random bin and pulled Tom out by the nose and you both broke down cackling), but who cares? it made Graves happy.

he wound up getting a longhorn cow (he named it Bella) and you're pretty certain you haven't seen him smile this wide since meeting him for the very first time. he didn't put it down for the rest of the day and fell asleep with it cuddled to his chest.

#graves x reader #x reader #phillip graves #i love him so much #let him be happy #let him be silly #stuffed animals #plushies #headcanons #kinda #i feel like his dad was just an ass like that #probably ooc #actually #definitely ooc

[ya-zz]

Junkerqueen Drabble

“This is for you.” For once, the queen sounded shy, almost embarrassed for feeling the way she did.

“What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” She practically demanded, her hand still holding out a small box to you.

“Thank you, Odessa…” Your cheeks were flushed, hot to the touch.

She pushes forward, pressing the box against your chest. “Go on then, take it.”

Shaky hands reach out and take the box, a small written note hanging beside on the tag. Scribbled and incorrectly spelt words, ‘something, something, I love you’ scrawled out in black pen.

Odessa’s cheeks were also red as her eyes avoided yours. She looked rather cute, her demeanour completely changed before she recomposes herself, a hesitant cough before she stands straight.

She doesn’t say anything else, muttering something quietly before leaving you standing there.

You only just caught on what she had said…

“I love you…”

#overwatch #junkerqueen #junkerqueen x reader #junkerqueen Drabble #yazzfics #definitely OOC #for someone special

[hypergryphsketchbook]

I’m sure you’re getting lots of these but like HOW DARE. how dare. Genuinely hard to tell who would be more devastated, Mikey out of guilt or Leo out of fear

I almost didn't! The idea woke me up, and I couldn't fall back asleep until it was drawn out. XD

Leo. Any version of Michaelangelo cruel enough to prank Leo/Green with a hand-buzzer of all things, probably doesn't feel too much remorse to begin with. Mikey would never!

#lfls #lfls fanart #rottmnt lfls #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #the comic only works if Mikey were like...1000% more evil #definitely ooc #still #it made me laugh

[twcfaces]

Tim is growing on me so much I want to smooch his lil' head and tell him it'll be okay.

#ooc #definitely ooc #harvey aint kissing no robins no way

[tomtepixiedust]

A touch, a word, a little feeling

It took one breath, for when he was about to take a step forward, and any other thought (of music for the good crowd, lovely words spun into songs, how long they'd be stuck in this inn, how the rain managed to soak his good cloak - any plans or goals or ideas, places, people, where to go, stay? - anything and everything...)

"Jask..."

All dissolved into a warm flood.

The arms, firm and strong familiar muscle, wrapped around like a ribbon, yet and why

(such a gentle touch)

They had traveled for so long, fought together, ate with each other, he had sung so many ballads, songs and little melodies.

Each word enchanted by the feeling he had, the overwhelming sensation, be it anger, sadness or sheer glee.

So why, at this very moment, when that dear bastard (that kept fighting, moving, bleeding to which he bore witness one too many times) kept him in this gentle hold, his one hand a warm presence over his own heart, why, just why, did the deep voice near his ear make his heart aflutter in surprise? Why the word make his eyes go wide? Just why his own blood course so quick?

Why, just..

His breath hitched.

(unseen by the open wide eyes, the stern expression melted into a soft frown, an embrace akin to a furnace at its highest temperature, to melt and mold, give new shape)

For the many words he might have known, he didn't expect, didn't even think to ponder, consider (maybe once a wishful whim, a distant dream, an impossibility)

For the many meanings he spun into new arrangements (and so many more times that kept him by this dear witcher's side)

He heard.

"Jask..."

(a love whispered gently into his ear)

Here ya have the inspiration, @kaciart

#geraskier #fic #no idea if i tagged this properly #link above just in case #go bother the artist #i just write stuff #btw the art is very nice very tender #geralt #jaskier #definitely ooc #the witcher

[mahoyaku-incorrect-quotes]

Incorrect Mahoyaku Quotes #13

*Murr is cooking* Chloe: Any chance that’s for me? Murr: It’s for Shylock. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side. Chloe: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

#incorrect quotes #mahoyaku incorrect quotes #mahoyaku #chloe collins #shylock bennett #murr hart #Definitely OOC #but I'm working with what I got

[myuminji]

Doodles of loser behaviour (he gets kisses)

Another loser behaviour (he gets kisses, again)

they bring Roberto a headache on a daily basis

#merylvash!! merylvash!!!!!!!! (yelling loudly on the top of my lungs) #you know when you actively avoid something because you know you'll inevitably fall into an endless spiral of it once you trip and fall? #that's me with meryl (points at girl crush) #it's too late... i've started another obsession I cannot turn myself back onto anymore. sighs. girl crush hits hard. #heads up tho my take on meryl is a bit ooc. like ''the most studious student that definitely has a wild college life'' kinda take. #i think she can handle them both. ''in a fight?'' you may ask. schrödinger effect ensues #trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #meryl stryfe #vashwood #vashmeryl #mashwood #myuminjiart

[rowantarctic]

Tulips 🌷 🌷🌷

#technoblade #technoblade fanart #definitely ooc but he’s silly and I love him <33

[eggsdrawings]

home visit 🏠 ft. shiketsu au dabihawks

#bnha #mha #dabihawks #i suppose this is more toukei than dabihawks but u guys get the idea! #keigo takami #touya todoroki #natsuo todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #shouto todoroki #in this world we need silly and ooc things to keep us happy 💆🏻‍♀️ #dabi and hawks knowing each other in hs is really funny bc they would definitely have some weird little rivalry goin on to cover their crush #anyways natsuo is an instigator and shouto blabbers too much. fuyumi finds it all entertaining #eggsdrawings

[ohdeerfully]

Alastor and reader singing jazz songs together and then reader dips Alastor and he gets all flustered? Like maybe reader notices that Alastor is having a sad time (without frowning of course he always smiles) and sings to cheer him up and then they dance together. Just general fluff? Thanks for having open requests! Remember to drink water and eat a snack!

Yess yes!! My first request >:)) i hope this was fluffy enough and not TOO ooc!

Them There Eyes

Alastor x Reader (fluff)

TW: None here (:

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You knew Alastor better than you would care to admit. How come you, of all people, could tell when that ever-prominent smile he held was more strained than usual? You always noticed when his ears twisted slightly back, and when his brows wrinkled with an emotion he would never admit to feeling.

Was it that you knew him and just noticed these things? Or did he allow himself to loosen up his usual chipper façade around you? You honestly weren’t really sure, but you were definitely sure that something was not right with him as you watched him from the doorway of the radio tower he seemed to frequent more often lately.

He sat with his back against a red and black couch with an eye-themed pillow, one leg kicked up over the other and gently bouncing as he stared dismissively at the papers in front of him. His hands absentmindedly tossed that cane of his between his hands. You knew he was aware of your presence, probably long before you even entered the room. One couldn’t really sneak up on the famed Radio Demon. It was just strange that he had yet to acknowledge your presence.

Both of his ears flattened the slightest millimeter, but that was enough of a sign for you to finally enter the room, carefully stepping yourself to the side of the couch. You tilted your head and balanced on one foot as you tried to angle your body oh-so-inconspicuously in his line of sight.

With a look at his face, you saw that smile of his still stood strong against his sour mood, although it was a tight grin. Almost like a grimace. You straightened yourself out again and sat down on the arm of the couch, carefully not to get too close. You knew he tended to get claustrophobic, especially in this sort of state.

“Alastor,” You spoke, trying to make him acknowledge your existence. You saw that strain in his lips get even tighter, obviously not thrilled at you interrupting his brooding time. You remained silent, gently looking at him and watching the smallest movements of his ears, his lips, his eyes…

Finally, his red eyes closed and he heaved a sigh.

“(Y/N), as much as I take pleasure in your company…” He trailed, thinking about whether or not to shoo you away or let himself be so vulnerable in front of you. He decided neither option, and you watched as his whole demeanor changed in an attempt to stick that gleeful façade of his back up. “What prompted you to grace my evening with your presence?”

You knew better, obviously, than to believe that gleeful look on his face, especially after witnessing the state he was in literal seconds ago.

You eyed his perky grin. And that twitch of some sort of emotion that broke the corner of his lip. This guy… you thought, with a mental roll of your eyes.

With a motion for permission, which was given, you scooted down off the arm and next to him. Your fingers tenderly interlaced with his.

“You know,” You began, looking around the room and coming up with a scheme that was sure to put him in better spirits. His eyes followed your every move, flicking away from your face every now and then to see if there was anything of interest that had caught your eyes. “...I was listening to some songs on that old radio you gave me.”

This piqued his interest quickly. You could tell in the way his head tilted and his eyes squinted quizzically at you.

“I’m glad you are enjoying the gift, dearest,” He responded. The buzz of radio frequency in his voice was noticeably less prominent than usual, but it still stuck a tickling sensation to your skin. A sensation that had grown to be more comforting than irritating. “I assume there was something you enjoyed, to be bringing it up all of the sudden?”

“Yes,” You nodded at his question, a small hum of a sigh escaping your lips as you worked up some courage. “Stay here.”

Alastor obliged as you stood and took off down the hall. You were back only minutes later with said radio carefully gripped between your fingers.

Of course, seeing as it was a gift from the Radio Demon, the majority of the music the radio played was old jazz music. It was fun background noise usually, though, so you had quickly learned how to tune and play the thing.

You gently turned a nob, and then another, adjusting the frequency and volume of the radio. Alastor watched, a slight hint of admiration in his gaze as you fiddled with the gift he had given you. He couldn’t help but feel a greedy sense of pride knowing you liked it so much.

A tune began to play through the black mesh front, and you tugged on Alastor’s hand as an upbeat band got straight to the point in their song. You noticed a glint in the demon’s eyes and a genuine smirk quirking his lips.

You held each other’s hands, loosely jerking your arms and stepping towards, away, towards each other to the rapid tempo of the song. Alastor seemed to recognize the song, likely something from his own life, as he sang along to the voice in the radio. You were able to join in with your own makeshift humming.

You felt your chest inflate with the joy of seeing that genuine smile return to his face, and that recognizable crinkle in his eyes that you knew meant he wasn’t just putting up his usual front. Those eyes of his made your stomach flutter, especially when they looked down at you with a softness that only you knew.

He twisted you around him, and you rapidly stepped your feet in a circle to the song. You were starting to lose breath, but you ignored it for the sake of keeping up with the man in front of you. Who, unsurprisingly, had great stamina for this kind of thing.

Without thinking too much, with a trill of an instrument in the band, you stuck your leg between Alastor’s and curled your elbow and forearm over his waist, using your hand to push his torso down and against your leg, successfully dipping the vastly taller demon over.

The position was held for a moment, with your eyes locked on his widened. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He seemed barely winded. You wouldn’t dare point it out, but the gray color of his face had begun to dust with a warm blush as he was held precariously over your leg. At some point in the move, his hand had come up to grab the back of your neck. Prickling sensations rolled up and down at the feeling of his sharpened nails digging gently into your skin.

You inched your face towards his, watching his expression for any signs of rejection. When there wasn’t, you lightly pressed your lips against his, and you felt him grin against the kiss. He pushed himself up and on his feet, though maintaining a bent at the waist to keep his lips against yours.

How strange it was, you thought, being like this with one of the most feared overlords in Hell.

Breaking away, he straightened himself and smoothed down his clothes and brushed away imaginary dust. That smile of his was back, real this time. 

“Why, what a treat you are, my dear!” He exclaimed, grabbing his cane from the couch and leaning on it as he crossed one leg over the other, examining your exhausted and slightly disheveled state.

Usually, you would take care to smooth down your hair and straighten out your shirt. Momentarily, though, you just cared to see that genuine look of happiness on your demon’s face. Not that Alastor cared about your current state, of course. 

Another song began to play through the radio, and Alastor bowed and flourished his hand out towards you. You had only just caught your breath, but you took his hand again anyway and he tugged you towards him.

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #fluff #ohdeerfully #alastor is definitely ooc #but thats ok #i also could not find a good jazz song for the life of me #i dont proof read

[thedemises]

. . . SAVE A HORSE, GO ON A RIDE WITH THE COWBOY! featuring boothill!

notes! . . . y'know the phrase, “save a horse, ride the cowboy”? well, I decided to-do something about it with boothill... except it's sfw and more like “save a horse, ride with the cowboy” cuz i dont do nsfw here >:/. god give me acceptance for how boothill is so ooc here- 😭😭 idnk how to write his character properly, and does he even have a horse?? I don't remember seeing a horse when his character and banner got leaked, so let's just pretend he does have one for the sake of K'hailreigh for this plot. 💀

imagine returning the horse boothill had been searching for all day after it got the chance to escape through the tall fences the moment they were opened, his eyes widen at the sight of his companion with you guiding alongside it. normally, his horse wouldn't follow after someone else's orders other than him... and it behaves pretty feisty and rough with people who isn't him.

boothill is relieved to see that his trusty horse hadn't been injured, briefly thanking you as he goes over to fuss over his stallion. you can't help your gaze wandering and examining his figure, in awe of the metallic and cyborg parts of the cowboy in front of you. sure you might've seen people having artificial and metal parts attached to them, but this man right here just plainly looks like a robot if it weren't for his humanly head.

boothill notices you eyeing every inch of him, glancing from the lasso that hangs at his hips to the pistols to his arms and to his legs. he glares a wolfishly smile at you, baring the shark-like teeth that you gaze in short surprise at, and asks in a teasingly tone, “like what you see, darlin'?”, observing how you blink owlishly at him. but then, he's becomes sort of surprised when you nod your head and confirm that—yes, you like his appearance and how the color scheme matches altogether, while indirectly  commenting how he's a good-looking cowboy.

boothill, after his turn of blinking at you, grins and narrows his eyes with an intrigued look in them; amused by you and how you don't seem in the slightest.. nervous or terrified in his presence. you perked the cyborg's interest.

finishing the small talk with the man, you mention that you'll be needing to go somewhere for an errand and boothill takes the opportunity to offer a ride there on his horse—as a thanks for retrieving his horse, taking in your surprised expression with a grin as he ends the sentence with a “darlin'”. he insists, even if you refuse, so you decide that it'll be quicker to go in a horse ride with the cowboy than rather walking by foot as you were given no other choice.

with boothill's assistance, you were boosted onto the horse and instructed by him to hold on as he looks back at you, flashing a toothy grin and a finger tilting his hat just slightly for a short moment before you and him rode off towards where you were needed to be at with his horse. startled by the increasing speed his horse was going, you instinctively grasp onto the cyborg cowboy's built body in order to not fall off during the ride accidentally—boothill grins at your expression, his laughter going with the wind, “better hol' on tight for now, sweetheart. this'll be a rough ride! i'll get ya to where yer headin' in no time!”

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#thedemises; honkai star rail #thedemises; writing #honkai star rail #boothill #boothill hsr #boothill x reader #sfw #mihoyo #hoyolab #hsr #boothill likers don't hate on me for this pls- I just thought it'd be nice to write something for boothill cuz I guess he's cool and stuff- #his design is so cool btw and i love how his eyes are designed!!! #cyborgs and cowboys are cool as hell #but i still made boothill ooc cuz it feels like I DID- I do NOT know much about his character 💀💀 #other than the fact that any swear or vurglar word he says is replaced with some kinda compliment that definitely doesn't match and #anr confuses others #hsr writing #sfw writing #“save a horse ride a cowboy” but its sfw #more like “save a horse go on a ride with a cowboy” like #a HORSE ride- NOT that kinda ride cuz >:/ no nsfw. not on my blog. >:/ #cowboy #cyborg

[tvlandofficiall]

one of my favorite dumb pastimes is making up names for the little platonic trio dynamics i come up with. you can never have enough platonic trio dynamics. i think.

#ooc #ralsei #kris dreemurr #lancer #cap'n #spamton #deltarune #its definitely a byproduct of getting into kh. love when theres three characters with a dynamic

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Don't talk to me or my son ever again.

The thought of zim holding gir like a toddler has lived in my head for a long time now. I had to put it on paper.

#what happened to zims cunty waist? #we'll never know #cut to mrs bitters looking suspiciously more like violet chachki #she took the burden sdkjhfjkfghjk #anyway this is probably very ooc #but it's not. #it's not to me. #Anyway I used this fountain pen and UHHHHH I THINK INKING MIGHT BE MY NEW THING?!?!?!? #I was surprised by how fun it was #invader zim #zim #dib #dib membrane #invader zim fanart #gir #i definitely like drawing robo gir more #still figuring out the fursuit face :') #inktober #HELL YEAH!!! i inked something???? in october!!! I make the rules

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

I realized two nights ago that I don't think ive ever heard Gonta swear. So. So

#definitely ooc but i dont care i thought it was funny #gonta gokuhara #kaito momota #drv3 #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #pluto's creations #feat. implied domestic kaigonta becausei have too much power #in reality i think gonta would be much gentler about it but #but its late and i cant articulate myself so you get trash. enjoy #thrills chills queues

[oonwah13]

Happy birthday @ender1821 pookie 😋

#geminitay #pearlescentmoon #my friend really likes them a very definitely normal amount so i promised to draw them for their birthday #but im not familiar with them so sorry if its ooc or weird ect ect #i hope u like ur gift pookie #yay #yippee #:3 #shiny duo #oonwah13 fanart