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corinthianrm0 · 1 year
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happy valentines (clark is going to kill lois - it was her interview)
[literally started this two hours ago, my back is killing me, good night]
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artnijna · 1 month
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Gay card game players get married or something idk I wanted to draw dorks in love
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TTD - Dastardly Hug
Being a hero had its inconveniences. You could be called for help at any hour, you could be harassed by any angry civilian because you didn’t do a good enough job, or of course you could be hit and killed by some villain on the loose.
However, what worried Hero at the moment was the paperwork. It was the dreaded time of the month when they had to log in the agency website and describe every one of their good deeds to be paid. It had taken a bunch of tries to finally access their account, and now they were wondering if bringing a dog back to its family counted as “security” (the dog was certainly safer inside the house) or as “improving the well-being of citizens” (a category that could embrace all kinds of actions, to helping an old lady to cross the street from stopping the apocalypse – who designed these things ?).
Behind their back, the door creaked in an ominous way (they really needed to lubricate the hinges). For a brief instant they fervently hoped that it was only a gust of wind, but the light of the room suddenly went off. They sighed and saved their progress while their roommate solemnly declared:
“I am darkness. I am the creeping blackness that cannot be killed by any light.”
“Sure, but I’m certain you still will be in fifteen minutes. Can you come back then ? I’m doing paperwork.”
“You wish to surrender to the horrors of bureaucracy rather than mine?”
“I don’t wish it, but we kinda need the money, you know. What did you want ?”
“Why, tis but a common reminder to surrender in my presence that should strike fear and reverence in your heart. Every activity of yours should pale into insignificance.”
“Can you be more precise ?”
“I’ve come for intimidation and invasion of your personal space.”
Hero looked at the screen of their computer. It had been already two hours since they began. Oh, fuck it.
“Yeah, okay.”
They patted their knee and extended one arm. For a moment, they couldn’t see anything, then they felt the weight of a person on their lap and a head on their shoulder. It was impossible to see the shape of the silhouette huddled up them, only a vague black cloud, but it wasn’t a problem. They were getting used to it by now. They closed their arms gently until their fingers met a back, that they rubbed.
“You have so many knots.”
“It’s because I’m very twisted.”
“Maybe you should straighten your back more.”
Former Villain shrugged and didn’t answer. They both stayed like that for a while, silent and quiet.
“Hero ?”
“Yes ?”
“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you ?”
Hero’s hand froze on their roommate’s back.
“Why would I do that ?”
“Just checking.”
“Of course I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
Still no answer. Fingers clutched at their shirt, almost desperately. Hero knew by now that asking if their roommate was okay was a lost cause. They never answered in a straight manner. So, after clearing their throat, they awkwardly said:
“Uh, if you let me suffer into the hands of the bureaucracy for a little while, you could beat me to video games if you want to. Or we can watch a movie together. But, uh, in a really evil way ?”
“In a really evil way ?”
“I don’t know, I try to make it sound appealing to you.”
“You’re terrible at it. Nevertheless, I will graciously accept your request.”
“How kind.”
After a moment, Former Villain slid from their lap and went out. Hero didn’t turn back to their paperwork immediately. The truth was that despite Villain being their roommate, they didn’t know much about them. Who needed to pretend that wanting a hug was very evil, and what kind of past did they have ?
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smilesatdawnmain · 6 months
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The votes are in and you all agreed some ShadowPeach fluff!!
Probably some sweet kisses before everything went wrong
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zhoufeis · 10 months
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Ya. Did this make your heart flutter?
쌈 마이웨이 FIGHT FOR MY WAY 1.01 | South Korea, 2017, dir. Lee Na-jeong.
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sketchnskribbles · 7 months
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Have a funny Treasure Planet!TMNT moment
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Our favorite dorks
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Dorks Celebrate Ishgardian Love Holiday
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Agi: I LOVE YOU
Estinien: *grunts* I love you too
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sketchyelvenasss · 6 months
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Dearest, for as splendorous and immeasurable the pleasures of our time spent entwined in the weave…I wish to have you as you are. We are flesh and heat and sweat and I desire for every part of it. I want for every part of you. When we seek each other again I covet to give back to you, as best I can, as much as you’ve given to me. Sooner than later, I hope.
—A
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jdetan · 8 months
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"Wait, you mean we're NOT?!"
This is far and away my most popular fanfic- a silly little thing!
Zelda has realized that one of her royal responsibilities is to continue the bloodline. She wants to marry Link, but is unsure on how to bring up the subject. Link, meanwhile, is under the impression that they have been married for years.
Zelda paced back and forth in her little room in the well, her thoughts racing as she recalled some advice Queen Sonia had given her during her stay in the past.
“Zelda, dear. Your affection for Link is written clear upon your face. We really MUST get you back so you and your dear husband can continue our Royal Line!” Sonia had laughed, gently teasing her.
She assumed Link was my HUSBAND. I mean, yes, I do LIVE with him… and YES, I do adore him… and of course, there’s also the fact that we’ve been intimate before. But I never married him! Oh dear… I’ve been living a completely improper sort of life, haven’t I? It IS among my duties to continue the bloodline of the Hyrulean Royal Family, but it’s also expected that I take someone as my official consort before doing so… oh, but I don’t know how Link feels about this! Would he prefer that he remain unshackled to me? But…
Meanwhile across town, Link was picking up some food. “Hey Pruce. How’s business been?” He asked, cheerfully.
“Pretty good, ever since Princess Zelda and her Knight stopped the upheaval! You ever get jealous of that guy, Link?” Pruce responded. Link chuckled. He’d long since given up on convincing people he was the Legendary Hero. No one seemed to believe it unless Zelda herself confirmed it, anyway. They probably didn’t expect their savior to be five foot six and have to stand on his toes to kiss Zelda on the lips. “Nah, and you know why? At the end of the day, she married me!” Pruce and Link laughed and fist bumped each other, then Link went on his merry way, over to the fabric shop. Read the rest on AO3!
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inferno-ontherocks · 1 year
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artnijna · 1 year
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Drew a human Miyamoto Usagi to go with my human Leo :3
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TTD - And then They Were Roommates ™
Before Villain was their roommate, Hero never had any peculiar feeling about their apartment. They were grateful to have a roof over their head, but were not particularly picky about how it looked like under. It wasn’t like they had the kind of time to arrange the place. To be honest, with their working hours, they didn’t see why they would find energy left for this. As long as they had a bed and electricity, it was fine. The result was a reasonably clean room, but a rather bland place. The only thing that was really personal was the vanity in the bathroom, covered with hair products and beads of all colors. At Villain’s displeasure, Hero spent hours in front of it, because unlike some people whining from behind the door, they had their priorities well in order.
True, Hero had felt a bit insecure when Villain had entered for the first time, stopping in front of every furniture with such solemnity you’d swear they were staring at a masterpiece in a museum. Flustered, the not-so-proud owner had explained that they were not that rich, but Villain had seldom made any comment, and well, with their shadow covering them it wasn’t like their body language was readable. Maybe they were tired too, and after their place had just been destroyed by Supervillain it was understandable. They’d glistened towards the guest room and locked their door without a word.
The agency had called in the middle of that night for news. Hero, toying with their blanket, had assured their superior on the phone that yes, Supervillain had been destroyed for good, no they weren’t making it up, and oh by the way, Villain had reformed and changed their ways, hmmhmm, yep, definitively. On the other side of the line, that declaration was met by no little skepticism. After one hour of pleading, they’d at last convinced their interlocutor not to send a team to eliminate the threat. The next day, they were ordered to keep Villain under lock and key. Villain had stared when they’d shyly explained the situation to them, brandishing a padlock they didn’t really know how to use, and had only said:
“I could open this pathetic thing in my sleep.”
Given how gifted Villain was with building tools and machines, it was probably no idle boast. The good news, though, was that they’d accepted to stay in their room whenever they were left alone as long as Hero would give them an old game-boy left in a drawer for years to keep them occupied. As time passed, it became evident that Villain was an indoor creature who was delighted at the idea of not stepping outside ever again. In return, Hero had given them pretty much whatever they wanted, including scraps of metal and lots of tools. At first, they’d said nothing, but when parts of the room had began to be covered with sinister forms, they’d felt they had to put their foot down:
“You are not building a torture room in my place.”
“What else am I supposed to do, you oppressor ?”
“I’m the one paying the taxes.”
Villain had sulked for a moment after that, but then they’d suddenly asked:
“Aha, but what if my torture tools were also useful appliances?”
Hero had stared and said:
“No.”
“No as no or no as it can’t be?”
“Both.”
“You have little faith.”
Villain had immediately put themself to work. In an alarmingly short time, they’d built a tiny guillotine for the kitchen. It could cut even coconuts properly, in one strike. Hero couldn’t use it much, because it made them feel sorry for the poor vegetables (especially after seeing Villain do it, yelling “death to all of you, you feeble preys!” at a bunch a carrots), but they had to acknowledge it was a decent tool to slice a loaf of bread. Actually, Villain was good with the kitchen in general. Being disturbingly fond of cutting vegetables and fruits, it was no surprise that they’d fallen in love with the blender Hero had never used before:
“For what it is but a miniature death trap, where my innocent victims are trapped in a transparent prison and melted into oblivion by unforgiving blades?”
Hero had asked what kind of blade would be forgiving, and they’d got lightly tapped on the head with a cardboard tube for their trouble. But the outcome of all of this was a fridge always filled with bottles full of drinkable food that never got Hero’s stomach upset. Villain had even made a damn acupuncture chair which spikes looked deadly, but were in fact quite soothing. After that they’d stood up, and Hero just knew that they were puffing their chest behind their shadow:
“So, have I succeeded in my impossible task?”
And Hero could do nothing but answer:
“Yes. Completely. It’s genius.”
And it was. Really, the biggest beef they had was the time when Villain had stolen their two favorite magnets on the fridge. They’d stopped dead in front of the aro and ace pride flags that fixated the to-do lists of the day, declared that green, purple and black were traditional colors for villains and so they were “bound to have them”, had yoinked them and flied back to their room before Hero had time to react. And as much as they were for people exploring their own identity, how were they supposed to keep their groceries list in sight now?
But none of this was the weirdest thing. It was the fact that whenever Hero returned to their place with all these strange additions, it didn’t feel bad or crowded. It was the strange new and warm feeling that finally they were home, they were home, they were home.
(Though they still wanted their magnets back.)
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smilesatdawnmain · 7 months
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FIRETHIEF FOR THE WIN!!! WOOO!!
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FIRE THIEF FOR THE WINNNN! Love these two~ SO MUCHHHHH
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wilmon · 2 years
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4x13 synopsis: Michael makes a promise to Alex.
Michael in 4x13: I'm going to be soo embarrassing, husband!
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riewiggles · 4 months
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I was in too much pain to draw but today I had some motivation.
More Kannao autistic hyperfixated madness. This time Kanjiplier again because I love how I implemented that whole YouTuber split hair dye trend in 2016 to Kanji and Kanjiplier is my best mistake holy crap he looks like a model no wonder why Naoto is giving him the "eyes." xD
At this point I'm trying to do my AU timeline lapse and I'd put this in like, 2017-2018. At least after Kanji discovers that Dean Winchester is his vibe and he could rock the smolder.
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Also I'm posing them like those 80s JC Penney photoshoots and I'm totally going to draw an actual like 80s photoshoot eventually because it's hysterical.
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