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omg I love this🥹🥹 this is so cute love the brushes sm

I saw you were taking sketch request 😙😙

can you sketch Callie reading a story to a few of the octarians?

here u go! sleepover and story time. This one's a real page turner...

played around with some new brushes, so lmk what you think!!

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beach day w/ bucky :3

going to the beach with Bucky in just the absolute sweetest swim suit!! a bikini with skirt like bottoms in a color of your choice. your hair in a updo as he admires you. he runs his hands down your body in a sweet and indulgent way, a beautiful intimacy found in his touch. this was no form of lust, this was devotion.

he would help you out on your sunscreen, basically massaging your back as you'd let out soft exhales everytime he came close to your shoulders. he loved it, letting out a chuckle every time you'd twitch at the sensation of his hands coming to your waist.

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"mmmm...and I thought the ladies at the spa place were good at this..." you moaned out, breathy as your head fell on the couch in your rented condo for the weekend. your hands were grabbed onto the couches fabric, constantly stretching and shifting. bucky looked at you with this love sick smile, his pretty face looking back at your own (love urself reader xoxo). the way he looked at you, god, you couldn't help but smile too, softly giggling as he did the same. "the metal arm adds pressure, doesn't it baby?" he gave a laugh, his hands still on your back with precise movements. "you really make this thing look good." bucky spoke softly, one of his hands slipping under the tied ribbon on your swimsuit, trying to insinuate he was talking about the bikini. you kicked your legs lightly at his comment, giving a shy sheepish smile. "you're too sweet."

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and then once you guys actually get to the beach, it's reserved. nobody is there to judge either of you, nobody is there to see you in this absolutely adorable bikini. it was just you and bucky. and he loveeesss it. being able to spend time with you at such a private, yet public place? he's in love. spinning you around or walking the beach with you, he's head over heels.

and when the time comes around where it's getting late, and you both have to go back to your lovely condo, he's sitting outside the shower curtain talking to you while you wash your hair in the shower. not trying to barge into the shower, or even peak a look at you. just talking to you through the curtain. a smile on his face. knowing someone trust him so deeply, knowing someone even loves him soo deeply, it's exhilarating and ever so romantic. he can't even believe that he could love someone so much.

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Sorry for the absence here is a perspective practice with Marie

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thank you splatoon! 🧡💙

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I love these omg

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(original design by teethflavoured)

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draft sneak peek

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Nobody touch me 😭🥹

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man....bucky as a dad.

tw: idk children??? maybe even motherhood idk

it was probably sometime around before Bucky went back into cryo that you had brought up the idea of children, talking about how it's something that you would maybe commit to if it were to fit the right circumstances. bucky's initial response was to give you wide eyes and dry "No" almost immediately.

it wasn't the thought that having kids with you was a bad thought to him, it was the thought of having kids that was scary to him. let alone at this stage of his life? when he's hiding away from the world? no child should have to endure anything he has to. and that was final for the time being.

he basically had said "not now"

sure, initially hearing him deny you with little hesitation hurt, but as he explained it opened a bigger picture to yourself, seeing how he was far too broken at the time for the sake of a child. so for the time being, you let go of it.

...and then he was in wakanda, out of cryo, he seems to be doing well. you'd visit him whenever given the chance cause he had needed time to himself-- and you didn't want to move to wakanda in the long run.

the world came to pause when infinity war happened, so that gate was closed for awhile.

but now, everyone's back. everyone was reminiscing of tony at his funeral, as Bucky had just watched steve retire for his own selfish needs. at least in your eyes. so, when he could finally see you after what was now a solid 6-7 years, he was silently thrilled. (I'm pretty sure thats how long it would've been, but what do I know) you were both sitting in the grass, silence filling the air as you bathed in eachothers presence.

it was pretty weird to think about. years of not seeing him and waiting for him just to not know what to talk about. the both of you were still stunned tony had died, so surely that was also contributing to the silence.

suddenly, he eyes at you with a soft tone in his voice. he sounded vulnerable, his tone a little shakey as he spoke. "you brought up kids awhile ago. before I..." there was a pause in his words, as he tried to search for the right way to say what he needed to. "... before everything went to what it is now." it wasn't the best wording, but it got the point across.

he finally turned his head to face you, your gaze still fixed on how the wind brushed through the trees across the lake from the both of you. it was truly a sight to take in, how does someone even have a frontyard like this?

reality was slowly settling in, as you turned to face his gaze. his exhausted eyes looking at your own, patiently waiting for your response. now it was your turn to conjur up words, how does someone even respond to any of this?

did you even want kids anymore? was all this waiting really worth it at the end of the day? oh my days, this was helpless in the long run. another man could've already taken my heart hostage if I had really went up on it. with a sigh, your gaze started away from his own as your quiet voice filled the air. "I did." it was simple.

"I think..." bucky's voice spoke directly after your own, a slight stutter at the start of his words. "I think that I...god, this is a lot to get off my chest." he has to pause to really process this whole thing. process the words he may regret. "I think I'd be fine with commiting to a kid when you think it's best too."

now that, that was actually hard to hear. the way he spoke with such honesty in his voice, so much vulnerability in his voice after all those years. it was hard to process, hard to think about, yet easy to understand some how. his words raced through your mind, trying to think of the possibilitys of his it may even turn out.

I mean, I guess in his eyes he was in the right place to have one, but he could've been wrong. what if he gives this kid the life he never had? or he just ends up giving up the kid halfway? you didn't know what to expect from him, especially since the last time the both of you spoke was back in wakanda only days before thanos came around.

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what if it's worth all those risk?

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time went on, and trying for a kid had actually happened. surprising. though you were hesitant about it, it happened. he actually managed to put a baby in you (I hate that saying but you get my point)

now, the process of cooking the baby was something different from what you ever thought. cause why on earth were you always wanting to piss every single waking momen you're mother was liar when she said the most magical part of having a baby was the pregnancy part. this was far from magical, this was in fact nothing magical. this was constantly wanting to piss yourself whilst also being in the worst mood known to man with a boyfriend who had no idea how to comfort people.

...now that part, that was a process alright.

9 months pass, and oh my days, baby! you had your own baby. you couldn't help but stare at your precious baby and think "I MADE you." It was hard to think about. you made life. now THIS was magical. and you made life with possibly the most attractive man to walk the planet-- yet also one of the more deadly men out there. probably could've done better on that part.

and bucky? oh, he's absolutely encapsulated by the baby. the first thing he did when he was being handed the baby was to start spewing out every curse he knew.

"fuck-- oh my god-- shit this is-- wow, oh my god, are you seeing this? im-im- wow." he was astonished, maybe even kicking his legs a little while you smiled, though your whole body wanted to kill itself so it kind of felt like you had nothing to smile about.

(I kind of had to include a gender for the baby for this part, sorry)

he was showing off your baby to you like you hadn't just held him for ten minutes. bucky was pointing out every characteristic about this baby as if you were a stranger. "baby- baby look, look at her nose." you nodded with a soft smile "yeah I know. she has a nose bucky." while you spoke, he was playing with her nose and rubbing her cheeks with his thumb. he looked up at you when he realized the silence in the room.

he looked at you, almost clueless on what to say next. like his brain was short circuiting from everything around him. "you're so hot. and then you made a really cute baby-- you're so hot, ugh, your so hot" he was basically just rambling while he was standing just were your hospital bed was, making sure you could still touch the baby or take her out his hands if you really wanted to.

you couldn't help but smile, though his rambling was stupid in a funny way, it was so desperate and raw at the same time. he usually doesn't even use the term 'hot', it's not even in his vocabulary. but he was just so raw in that moment. you couldn't help but put your head back on the hospital bed, enjoying the silence of the room yet also the presences in the room.

idrk how to continue this and rly wanna post so

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Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky ✦ (2009)

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hi! I had a cool thought run through my head.

bucky x moth reader

this ethereal moth like girl, ever so intrigued by Bucky. follows him around everywhere without his knowing, almost stalking him. her neck fluff puffing up whenever he looks in her general direction. he knows someones there-- but who???

she keeps following him, fluttering her wings to hide behind pillars of walls, using her black beady eyes to watch him with parted lips. he can hear the fluttering of her wings, but who could be there???

shes never followed him home. but he always find his way to her even if it's not his intention. as she wanders around outdoor super markets, he always passes by her. some way or another.

but, on one of these days at their outdoor super market runs, they actually interact. kind of. he's grabbing a fruit and she was going for the one next to it, their fingers grazing over eachother. her antennas went up, threatening to pull the hood of her jacket up before she quickly pulled it down.

she couldn't bare to look at him, walking away with her hands fisting onto the fabric of her hood. her head down as she walked into a more secluded area, past the venders, giving herself a second to absorb what was so small, but yet so big for her.

her head came up to look at the brick wall in front of her, her hands falling from her hood as her antennas came out. it looked like they bloomed out of her hood, her neck fluff coming to un-poof.

and when she turns, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes before opening them--

his face is almost across from her. staring. confused. beady eyes stared back at him, parted lips wobbling at his own wide, shocked, eyes.

this is so choppy😭😭 sorry lmao

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I got to be the cover artist for @agent24zine :)

(leftover sales happening rn here!!!)

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when people say Bucky text super proper with little to no mistakes an angel loses its wings

I have a very heavy belief bucky really does not know how to type and puts little to no effort into doing so. he probably finds it to be a waste of time.

either you give that energy back or don't at all. say you don't give that energy, and you both give some of the most dry text known to man, rarely ever using capitals in most of his text.

"where are you"

"home"

"ok"

average conversation between you and him.

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heyyy... I have 3 drafts in the works. I'll get to actually getting them done soon enough. no promises they'll be any this week tho.

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I think people may have eaten this post up 🫣🤨

bucky imaginess....

a lot of people talk about how they think bucky would be possessive over the person he loves, but it really had me thinking...

how would he show that possessive love of his?

I think he seriously would try and bottle up that 'possesive' feeling for you, after all it's an unhealthy habit. most of the avengers are men, he has no place to be getting all pissy JUST cause you're talking to another guy, let alone anyone else.

one of the most common ways he shows that possessive love is by staring whoever is talking to you down. hard stare, directly in the eyes, no blinking. you always used to wonder why people would get all anxious talking to you before walking away with a "ahaha ok see you next time" before you would turn around and see his eyes still staring at them.

...you got into him about that habit. he said he'd stop, he just does it behind your back now.

when you and him would have your more physical moments (cuddling, straddling, literally anything including touch) he would hold you TIGHT. he would be sure you ain't going nowhere-- not like you planned too anyway. though a majority of the time he was holding you with his flesh hand, he was possessive and STRONG with that grip!

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bucky held you firm in his arms, this time actually using his metal arm to hold you. you both had been in this position for around 2 hours cause he just would not let go for the life of him. you were running out of excuses.

"bucky, please for the love of all that is good..." you tried moving, trying to squirm away but he only ended up holding you plush against his chest. "stop trying to leave me..." he murmured out, his eyes shut as he spoke. he was going to be the death of you.

your brain was searching for excuses, the first excuse coming mind being stupidly perfect. "I gotta pee-- let gooo!!!" you were squirming out of his arms, constantly squirming desperately to at least get out of the bed. he finally gave up with a groan, his arms loosely falling away from you before he spoke in a grumble. "finee..."

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this is kinda short but I thought it'd be cute, if you wanna request read the rules in my introduction.

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i was thinking for awhile and realized a really big detail about bucky that I never see anyone talk about-- that being how he would most likely forget a lot of basic hygiene, at that how he may rely on a romantic partner to remind him and or help.

considering bucky had no real access to hygiene and alongside that hygiene has changed a lot since last he was mentally stable and grounded, hygiene would be a mediocre topic to touch up on for him.

of course he would know the basics; taking a shower, brushing your teeth, putting on deodorant, you get the picture. things like brushing his hair at that doing it in the morning? nah.

especially when he had his long hair, he never brushed it. but I'd also like to assume he didn't shower at that time cause his hair lowkey looks greasy in certain shots. showers didn't exist for him in civil war apparently.

BUT THEY SURE DID FOR YOU. dragging him by his flesh arm to a shower inside your own apartment (cause his was barley taken care of) and throwing his ass under the shower head. you'd be scrubbing for like 5 minutes with the shampoo and conditioner you'd put in his hair. while he sits there and acts like he's upset about it, but in all reality it felt nice. id like to imagine his scalp was DRYYY so having it scrubbed was in comparison to reaching the heavens.

In his more recent years with the short hair, he was actually adapting to hygiene by now. it wasn't really surprising, I mean he's been back to his mentally grounded state for awhile now, and especially with your help, he was actually starting to understand it better. but his fucking hair again.

he'd get it cut just for the sake of not having to deal with styling it. even if it did look terrible, he would just run his hands through it and call it a day. it was infuriating. you started shoving his hair under the shower head again, just so you could style it yourself. he'd have hairs going the wrong way on his head, and would not do ANYTHING about it. but you sure as hell would.