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[akanemnon]

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[crimsonbubble]

James Sunderland... I KNOW hes a sad wet puppy but like.. I need that blonde man to gently dom me and praise me and encourage me hhhhhhh

don't do this to me rn 😩😩 the softest soft dom to ever soft dom

i just know he says things like "there we go." "so good for me." "just like that, sweetheart." "feeling good, baby?" but even when you try to brat him at the hopes of getting him to be a little rougher, the only thing he does is quirk a brow with a soft tilt of his head and it has you crumbling back down to him. he def laughs and kisses your cheek when you pout and deflate into his arms because he brought you back to him again. just like he always does <3

when he overstims you and you start whining that it's too much and you cant come again, he goes "yes, you can, baby." "please baby, do it for me" and he says it all whiny and begging as he continues to make you feel good. KISSES. SO MANY KISSES. he cant and wont stop kissing you and your pretty body while he makes you come over and over again.

taking all of his cock inside you for the first time and he's holding your hips so gently as he coos at you with stuff like "easy, honey, let me do it." "taking all of me so well, baby." and his voice is so fucking nice to listen to; all reassuring, loving, and trusting. when you ride him for the first time, his hands stay on your thighs as he lets you take him at your pace. mainly because he loves watching how your face scrunches in pleasure as his cock hits your sweet spots and fills your pretty hole. "gonna take all of me? yeah?"

im gonna stop here before i turn this into a 12 page essay

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 216

“So we all know that Damian is trying to sneak in a new animal, right?” 

 “I mean, yeah, he only starts sneaking around like that when he’s sneaking something he shouldn’t be, and the box was pretty obvious…” 

“Are we going to ask about it or…” 

“Nah, plausible deniability when Alfred or Bruce inevitably finds it.” 

Later, Duke will regret listening to Dick and Steph, because there is now a massive fucking dragon glowering down at all of them from the back yard with nine heads. Each of which do not seem pleased. It might be time to question what Damian might have brought home this time…

[jellazticious]

bursts in. JEANNE HEADCANONS GO!

Okie dokies artichokies!

This ask is so juicy sksksk

Actually I liked making this HC list for someone as niche as Jeanne

Jeanne the Hydra

First things imma say that I subscribe to the theory that she was part of a biker gang

However, it was not her full choice, probably was dragged in it

She's still in the gang but she's at the stage where she's considering to dip the hell out of it but couldn't find the strength to actually do it

Yeah I believe that, she blames herself in the game for something out of her control

Her affliction enhanced the part of her that gets pushed around by other people. The feeling eats her from the inside since a longggg time ago if her transformation is that extreme

She's happier after the fact

Sure, a lot of adjustments have to be made, she's like twenty times long now, she doesn't have a human body anymore but..

She no longer feels trapped, she broke down her walls (metaphorically and literally 😭). She gets to do what she wants now

A few heads will still bud from time to time but she gets to cut them off on her own after Sam saves her

She's good friends with Lyle if he told her about the shortcut to the first floor, at the time she found out the way there is messed up

They used to chat gossip and updates the same way Sam and Sybil does until they looked outside. They both hated how they changed

Although Jeanne learns to accept her transformation while Lyle kinda gets frustrated about it

Technically she never leaves her apartment ever again (main body is rooted there) but she can maneuver around easily. She is simply Very Very Long

[thewintersoldier-readytocomply]

Bucky....?

@captain-s-falcon

Who the hell is Bucky?

[nix-sacrificium]

someone hot doesn’t thirst over nazis log off and touch some grass and stop being some sad loser who sexualizes fascists to cope

Assuming you read this post?

Jesus fucking Christ it’s been 11 years of this bullshit aren’t y’all tired? Don’t y’all have like- Jobs? Other obligations? Or has fandom purity culture continued to backslide so far you have to wander into someone’s house, realize that something makes you uncomfy uwu and have to ripbitetear to get that feeling to stop. First off, I don’t have to justify the trauma I’ve been through- Nobody is entitled to that. And, fuck, I barely use this shit to cope if I’m being completely goddamn honest. It’s fun. It’s fake- That’s it. No real life effects

So is it that something I posted made you feel good? You read whatever I write and now you have to try to reconcile that fact internally while still playing the good and pure anti- card to all your buddies? Just as a heads up, once they’ve chased off all the ‘bad people’, you’re next. Groups that police content like that eat each other alive.

Or do you just need to posture and virtue signal to get off? Something’s gone so wrong in your life that you need to seek out content to get mad at. Need to expend the energy to feel a lil bit of power.

Seriously- It’s not that deep and it’s never that deep. They’re pixels and words and jpegs, not real. Sorry if you’re two and can’t differentiate fiction from reality ❤️‍🩹

[creator-indy]

Can I get some uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Plutocrat and satellite investors?

*crawls out the tenth pit of hell that is art block and adhd*

Here

They broke my hands

[ratsvalley]

can you yap about your favorite ships or maybe dynamics for stex? love your art btw ❤️

Favorite ships are definitely HydraxRusty, and most of the canon ships.

I also kinda like Electra and Porter if people couldn’t tell already lmao

Honestly my favorite dynamics (and this is non ship wise) would have to be the freight trucks. They are soo fun to watch and their reactions to stuff around them are gold.

I also love how Slick, Porter, and Lumber actually act like a family. Like I get very happy when I see them pat Lumber on the back or hype him up while he plays the harmonica. Plus how they act around Rusty like he’s a part of their circle makes me feel things.

I especially love picking apart their relationship with HYDROGEN because it’s clear from the show they do not like him…and if the cast recording has any indication of how he truly feels about them then I suppose it’s justified lmao

I mean me personally I would not speak to my family if they were attacking me for the way I do things… (oh wait)

But sometimes I wonder if he genuinely wants to create a connection with them, he’s seen in the backgrounds watching as Rusty and the other freights chat. It gives me the vibes of disagreeing with your family members on certain things but secretly wishing in your heart that your relationship were different. (Sorry for that horrible explanation)

If so then why even insult the people you’re thinking of creating a connection with..by all accounts it doesn’t make sense.

So anyway guys check out carrot part 2 when it comes out cause the freights are in it—gets shot.

[toxooz]

ALRIGHT THIS WAS A WILD ONE BUT I DONT CONTROL MY BRAIN THE BITCH CONTROLS ME

i had a dream last night with the whole SquadTM in it - and i was some sort of nerdy dragon girl, like kari if she sucked and liked blue instead of pink.

and i was hangin with the gang, a lot of wack stuff happened, but the IMPORTANT bit was that. Fuckin. Ollie wanted to bang. he wanted to BANG ME but Kari was in the friend group and they weren't together yet but i KNEW she had a big crush on him so I was like "...no thank you." and i felt so bad cuase he's so hot but i had to look out for my bestie.

anyway love your oc's, hate my brain, and ollieXkari otp FOREVER

pfpftkajgkdfj Ollie for some damn reason

guess i gotta get the gotdam spray bottle agin 😞

[theywhoshantbenamed]

NE raised Greg picking all the fights which makes Hydra Gov very happy he gets to defend Greg and get praise and attention

When you only have two hands :(

[slick2quick]

what’s with the hydra slander?

what did they do to you ??

no this isn’t hydra this is patrick.. /ref /ooc

ㅤ⠀

𝓗mm .. well , let’s put it like this. how would you feel if some new n fancy fuel truck came t’ your yard and started singin’ a whole song about how he was gonna replace ya ? and that song is soo annoying. they sing it every. single. time.

don’t get me wrong , though. i don’t just hate him — i don’t care for anyone in th’ yard. except for porter , lumber , and occasionally momma. and dinah , but that’s a recent addition.

ㅤ⠀

[ofthe-valley666]

Jett and Hydra doing make up together >:333

I imagine these two have a sibling-like relationship so this was really fun to draw!

[practically-an-x-man]

Prompt:

"Don't you think it'd be better if you stayed behind?"

"No, this is personal."

Oooooh I've got a neat idea for this one!!! Enjoy Gia, Kate... and a special guest star >:)

____ Iolaus

Word Count: 1.9k Tags: ficlet, some angst, PTSD, flashbacks, crossover fic

Crossposted on AO3

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A bell chimed from the door as a man entered her shop, and Gia's blood ran cold.

She didn't recognize him. Not on any semantic or episodic level, at least. She racked her mind for memories of him, for a name to put to his face - stubble, chin-length brown hair, grayish eyes steady on her as he approached - and came up empty. Her mind told her he was a stranger to her.

But her body remembered. Her racing heart, her clammy palms, the whole-body chill that enveloped her from the moment he crossed the threshold, told her exactly where she'd once known him.

An image flashed in the back of her mind: those same gray eyes with nothing behind them, a blank stare and bloody knuckles.

Shiny knuckles.

Blood and silver.

She was sure a few of the scars on her skin belonged to him. And she was reasonably sure he had a few that belonged to her too. It was faint, indistinct... but not all of that blood had belonged to her.

Despite herself, her eyes fell to his left arm. He was wearing full sleeves and gloves, but she had a feeling she knew what lay underneath.

And his eyes had dropped to her leg- the stretch of bare metal and plastic between the hem of her skirt and the strap of her Mary Janes.

HYDRA is dead, she thought, And its last two living projects are staring each other in the face.

She wasn't really sure if either of those statements were true. Maybe HYDRA was still lurking around in the shadows. She was willing to believe it was, much as the various worldly governments and guilds wanted to squash it. And maybe there were others out there, putting their lives back together in this same way.

But she knew one thing for certain. There was nobody else like her. And there was nobody else like him. They were the final survivors of their clades, for better or worse.

Gia snatched her phone off the desk, fingertips jabbing out eight quick characters - come down - and then she set it face-down between her hands and offered him the closest thing to a smile she could manage.

"What can I do for you?"

Until he made a move, he was just another customer. It wasn't quite plausible deniability at this point. She knew what he was. Or what he'd been. It was just... etiquette. If their positions were reversed, she'd want him to do the same for her.

Besides, she could hear the floorboards creak above her as Kate got moving, and maybe this courtesy would buy her a few extra seconds.

The man before her took a deep breath, and then his eyes were once again steady on her face. Gia preferred when he was looking at her leg. Looking him in the eyes made her skin prickle.

"My name is James Buchanan Barnes and I'm here-" he began, but abruptly cut himself off and cleared his throat. His head jogged a little like he was shaking off his thoughts, and he waved a hand- his right hand, and she barely caught the motion because she was so focused on the left - at the flower shop around him.

"I'm here to buy some flowers."

"No, you're not."

She didn't know what he was really here for, but it wasn't just for flowers. If he wanted a fight, she'd give him a fight. If he wanted information, let him ask. If he wanted some strange reminiscence, let him reminisce. She just wanted him to get it over with.

"No, I'm not." he agreed, the words coming out as a sort of sigh. His left hand slid into his pocket and Gia's whole body went tense, but all he drew out was a crumpled photograph. He hesitated briefly before laying it on the table.

Kate's thundering footsteps down the stairs spared Gia from looking at it. She did a decent job of looking casual, skipping down the steps and beelining for Thistle's cage like she wasn't doing anything more than checking up on him, but Gia was sure the man saw straight through it. Kate's eyes scanned the room through the slats on Thistle's enclosure, even as her fingers reached through to scratch his feathers. The oversized sweatshirt she wore concealed the knife strapped to her thigh, but she couldn't hide the way her hand drifted to her side when she saw who stood across from Gia.

Gia had a thousand questions she couldn't ask. She was surprised she'd even made it this far without collapsing into a trembling, sobbing mess. A year ago, she'd have jammed the panic button underneath the desk before he even made it through the door.

"Do you recognize him?" James Buchanan Barnes asked, gloved fingertips sliding the photograph a few inches closer to her.

The movement drew her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.

This one she remembered.

Gia had spent over a year in HYDRA's grasp, and most of that time had been swallowed by an impermeable gray fog. That was probably for the best. As damaged as she was without those memories, she figured it would only be worse if she'd retained them. She didn't want to know everything that had been done to her within those walls. Even the few flashes she got in her nightmares were too much.

But there were two things she remembered vividly.

She remembered walking in the door that very first time, trailed by guards and led by the musty smell of wet rot and rust. That was the moment her life collapsed. That was the moment she knew she'd made the biggest mistake of her life.

And somewhere in the middle of the fog, she remembered that man's dour gray face hovering over her. She was strapped to a table at every limb. The room was shiny and white save for one patch of color- the pot of clover just out of arm's reach.

A voice amid the fog. One of the nurses.

If it doesn't work?

There's technology. We've used it before.

There. Him. The gray man. Crow's feet at his eyes. Gray stubble on his chin, like he hadn't shaved in a day or two. Somehow she remembered his face more vividly than she remembered even her own. All of the memory she missed from those months was instead concentrated into that one moment.

Why not start with a finger? Or a toe? Something less... extreme.

She's defied everything we've done so far. What's more extreme than defying death?

A brief pause. Silence filled the room, save for the nurse's heavy breathing. Or maybe that was her own heavy breathing. The silence, the fear, made things hazier.

We proceed.

"I remember him." Gia muttered, wincing at the sudden pins and needles that had exploded down her left leg. Phantom pains. Phantom memories.

"So do I." Barnes agreed. A similar wince had crossed his face. "He's the last one. Tracked him to somewhere in the city. I wanted to ask if he'd ever passed through here."

"No." The word was curt, and another shiver passed through here. She hadn't known he was here in the city. She could have brushed past him on the street. He could have tracked her down, bugged her shop, kept eyes and tabs on her-

Or maybe she'd never seen him because he truly didn't know she was here.

Doubtful.

She knew HYDRA. She knew how men like that operated. He'd probably been watching her since her escape. She was stupid to think this haven had ever been safe.

Strangely, the next emotion that filled her was rage. He'd escaped the collapse of HYDRA? He'd been lurking, less than a mile away, all this time? While she rebuilt her life from the ground up?

At first she wanted to shrink away. But she'd done enough of that. Now she wanted him to look her in the eyes. She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to feel the same pain he'd inflicted on her.

"You know where he is?" Gia didn't enjoy the cold anger that had come into her voice, but by now she was past the point of ducking away. Barnes pulled out his phone.

"East Side." he said, pointing to a blinking white dot in the center of the screen, "Headed there now."

"I'm going with you."

For once the thought of going across town didn't scare her. For once the thought of being face-to-face with her old monster didn't scare her. For once, Gia Pantazis wasn't scared at all.

She knew she was too timid for HYDRA. Too timid, too frail, too prone to collapse. It didn't matter that she was the one who survived. She was the runt of the litter. Even being made effectively unkillable didn't make her enough of a supersoldier. That was a failed project, through and through.

Now she'd give that man what he wanted.

She wanted a new memory of his face.

"Whoa, GiGi-" Kate's voice seemed to contain all the fear that Gia couldn't find, and it made her turn. Kate was fidgeting, restless, Thistle's cage the only barrier that kept her from crossing the room. "That's- uh, that's a lot. Like, a lot. Don't you think it'd be better if you stayed behind?"

For a moment, all of Gia's resolve drained away. Kate was right. This was at best a trap and at worst a death sentence. It was definitely something she wasn't ready for. Maybe something she'd never be ready for. There was a reason she'd left HYDRA in the dust. There was a reason her mind wouldn't even let her remember it.

She forced her shoulders to straighten once again. She remembered this monster. He was within arm's reach. She knew she'd never truly rest until she knew, for certain, that this head of the beast had been cut off and burnt.

After all, she had to have one moment of bravery in her life. She couldn't die without having done something. She couldn't die letting this chance pass her by.

"No," she said, "This is personal."

For a moment she thought Kate was going to continue to protest. For a moment she thought she'd have welcomed it.

Please, she thought, Talk me down from this ledge.

But if that was what she wanted, she shouldn't have expected it from Kate Bishop.

"I'm requesting a detour," Kate said, finally coming out from behind Thistle's cage and looking Barnes dead in the face. For all Gia's newfound courage, that was something she still couldn't manage herself.

Barnes nodded. Even avoiding his eyes, there was a quiet elegance to his posture that seemed particularly antithetical to those few flashes of memory. Bloody knuckles and blank eyes and jarring mechanical movements- not the man standing here, hands clasped politely in front of his body like an old war vet.

And Kate stared him down, all fire and brimstone. Gia could see the thoughts written across her face like the morning news. If she couldn't take Gia out of it, she'd throw herself right into the fire alongside her.

"I need to grab my bow."

[mantafreaky]

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh not sorry

[symphonic-power-metal-bracket]

The form of this physical copy doesn't matter, but I'd love to hear about them in the tags!

[bbyboybucket]

Do you guys think that Bucky and Steve have to take vitamin and mineral supplements? Bc most the general population is deficient of several vitamins in general and can’t get enough from food sources, but a super soldier with a much higher metabolism would need even higher than the amount for a normal person. So without supplements, they’d be pretty deficient right?