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[zoe-oneesama]

My first few chapters have a lot of Childhood Flashbacks, so, here's a rainbow of children in preparation~

[akiione]

Sorry I had to do this xD Petey with his last opponent: Grampa!

[shurikthereject]

New sketchbook spread after so long! This time with my millionth au: bagginshield set in the 1950s with greaser Thorin. I've been also fooling around with Bilbo's outfits for this au and im actually obsessed. I hope to make more in the future!

[galaxysketches]

L4D2 inspo

[lcwtdii1e]

WUAAA SAIKI K GENDERBEND!! im in love with touma and mikoto's design even when i made them :33 i wanna make a saikechi fic about this !!

[bizzylosingcats]

Damian had a realization the first time he was handed an infant during a Robin involved emergency, where the rest of the bats were getting civilians out of a burning building, and they had a spare baby that they couldn’t find the parent of. 

What was the realization? Well in Damian’s opinion, babies are very very similar to his foster kittens. The ear piercing whaling of the little girl made Damian cringe while desperately trying his best to comfort the thing *cough* baby. If there’s anything Damian knows best it’s how to take care of animals. And at this age babies are pretty much the same thing. So he treats the baby girl as if she was a terrified kitten, with slight adjustments. Damian stays back to get away from the smoke, holding the little girl closer to his chest, and speaking in soft comforting voices, rocking her slowly as he had seen mothers do before. 

And while the rest of his family pulled civilians out of the building, Damian sang a sad lullaby that Damian had heard in a movie that he had watched with Grayson. Something weird about an elephant with large ears, but it involved a traveling circus and it was Grayson’s favorite, so Damian endured it all of the many times Grayson played it.

When the rest of the bats (Bruce, Nightwing and Red Robin) came back to where they had left Robin, they found Damian singing a lullaby to a sleeping baby in his arms. And if they recorded the scene before Damian realized they were there, he didn’t need to know that. (He also didn’t need to know how Dick cried at the footage later in the cave, and how Bruce sulked about not getting to hold Damian when he was a baby.)

[fangirlingpuggle]

SVSSS AU/fic prompt where Shen Qingqiu and the entire sect find out about Luo Binghe being at Huan Hua palace much sooner.

Shen Qingqiu panics and goes into mini qi deviation as how is so soon, oh god he going to come for me and kill me so soon, the bodies won't be ready!

The sect however see this as a qi deviation at the betrayal at Luo Binghe defecting and not returning to his Shizun, especially cause Shen Qingqiu keeps mourning him and is always at the sword mound, he's still not eating or sleeping and it seems to have even got worse!

The peak lords are honestly ready to storm Huan Hua palace and demand answers or drag Luo Binghe back (they have had to stop Ning Yingying from doing so multiple times) the only reason they haven't is because oh god what id they drag him back and he leaves again? It'll be so much worse! Will Shen Qingqiu even survive?

When sowers mission comes up Shen Qingqiu is not sent because he's in such an awful state they're pretty sure he'll drop into a qi deviation at any time, and Ning Yingying Ming Fan are so protective they probably won't be able to get him off the peak.

So Luo Binghe doesn't meet his Shizun in the city but a lot of very pissed of peak lords who are giving him death glares, he's pretty sure they must know he's a demon and that's why.... until he mentions Shziun and they go off on him. That Shizun has been in mourning for years? IS not eating? There's a sword mound? And that he's gotten even worse after finding out Luo Binghe joined Huan Hua palace?

He kinda just freezes and is so confused, he can't believe it until he sees there dreams and oh gods his shizun is suffering so much, he misses him, he must miss him and he thinks Luo Binghe left him, that he escaped abyss and then abandoned him!

Luo Binghe nopes out of Huan Hua without a second look and basically tells peak lords he's coming back with them they don';'t trust him but Luo Binghe is not running off to Shizun's side immediately is to show peak lords how strong he is and that he will be returning to shizuns side no matter what they say.

Shen Qingqiu jut standing there in shock after peak lords return with Luo Binghe who instantly begs to be accepted back as a disciple and that he never officially joined Huan Hua and he is still his disciple and please let him stay.

He has no idea what is happening

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Besotted 10

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes (silverfox)

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By the time Bucky finds a place, you’re exhausted. A shell encases you. The world feels far away. The day in the sun feels like it never even happened in the chill desolation of the night. 

The motel sign flickers as the buzz of crickets thrums in the air. Bucky walks behind you, like a warden, herding you to the door marked with the same number as the key in his hand. He opens it up and points you inside. He slaps the light switch and the space blooms with a tinge of yellow. 

He puts the saddlebags and helmets in the wooden chair against the wall. He’s silent as he tilts his head, his neck cracking as he stretches out the kinks. He sighs as you hug yourself and flutter along the wall. He pulls shut the curtains and turns to face the room again. His eyes scan the fading wallpaper and double bed. 

“Long day,” he says. 

You nod and reach up to rub your neck, “yeah.” 

He marches suddenly across the room and you flinch. You watch him disappear through the door way, another light flipped on. The metallic chink of the shower curtain rings tweaks in your ears. You chew your lip and examine the room. The place looks like it hasn’t been updated since 1997. 

The shower whines to life, the pipes rattling behind the wall, and Bucky’s groan wafts through. The spray of water patters onto the porcelain. You pace along the bed, teetering on your heels as you turn to sit. Before you can, his shadow paints wall. You stop and look over your shoulder. 

“Come on.” He has his shirt off already. His chest hair sparkles with stray silver strands and his muscles constrict under his flesh. You’re terrified but he’s still hot as hell. 

You follow him to the small bathroom. He sits on the closed toilet and unties his boots. You slip off your sandals and wince as he peeks over at you. You catch his errant gaze on your chest as it threatens to slip free of your tankini. The coverup does nothing to help. 

You stand straight and peel of the sheer shawl and lay it on the small counter. The damp heat coiling in the air is welcoming as the salty grime of the beach lingers on your skin. You pull of your tankini, angling to hide yourself. 

He stands, the floor groaning under his weight, and startles you as he puts his hands on your shoulders. 

“Hiding?” He growls. 

You shake your head. You shrug him off and face him. You roll down your panties. 

“Doll,” his voice thins to a wisp. “You are the most gorgeous thing...can you really blame me for getting a bit wild? Seeing that brat touching you--” 

“Let’s not talk about it,” you say. “Please, I’m tired.” 

“Hm, you’re right. We got a big day ahead of us. Let’s move on,” he agrees. He steps closer and brings his hand up to frame your face. He forces your chin up. His thumb strokes just beneath your lip. “I missed you, doll.” 

He bends before you can register what’s happening. He kisses you, his grip on your tightening, and you let him. After what he did to Colin, to Angelique, and what he threatened to do, you know better. Too little, too late. 

He brushes his hand down your arms and draws you closer. He urges you toward the shower and turns so your back is nearly touching the curtain. He parts and purrs, his blue eyes dark, his hair falling forward around his chiseled features. 

“Go on,” he reaches around you and taps your butt. You twitch and step back, your calves touching the cold porcelain. “I’m comin’ right after you.” 

He releases you and grabs the top of his brief. You spin and push past the curtain. It ripples closed behind you and you heave into the steaming spray. You let it wash over you but it can chase away your fear. 

Bucky can be nice but you know now that he can be mean and violent and scary. That you can only have the former if you behave. If you do what he says. That other side that you ignored is what he tried so many times to warn you about. His self-awareness is less than reassuring. He knows what he is but he can’t control it. You don’t think you can either. 

You wince as he steps in behind you. You sway slightly. He touches your hair, spreading his hands wide as he drags them over your head and along your neck, tracing the shape of your body from shoulder, to waist to hip. 

He steps closer, flush to you as he hooks his arms around you. He fondles your chest as he nuzzles your neck and hums. 

“You miss me too?” He growls into your skin. 

You gulp, “yes.” 

“Mmm, it’s lonely without you. Quiet.” 

“Oh?” You utter. 

It’s strange. He’s so soft now. So gentle. Only an hour ago, maybe a bit longer, he was something else. An animal. 

He rocks his hips and you feel him. He’s hard. Wanting. You cringe now as you think of how badly you wanted that before. Of how stupid you’ve been. 

He rolls your nipples between his fingers and kisses your neck. “Tell me again, baby.” 

“Tell you...” you murmur. 

“What you said before. You said I was perfect,” he snarls. “Perfect for you, right?” 

You try not to show your discomfort. You said those things. It isn’t that you didn’t mean them, just not how he heard them. That moment was perfect. And it’s over. 

“Yes, Bucky, perfect,” you assure him, almost impressed at how convincing you sound. 

He drops his hand down and tickles your pelvis. You shudder and close your eyes as the spray of the shower pings off your chest. He pets along your hip bone and trails further down. A tingle crawls through you. You might be afraid but you’re still human. 

He dips his fingertips between your folds and teases your clit. You clasp onto him at the spark it lights in you. You cling to his wrist, arching your back slightly as you gasp. He kneads your chest with his other hand, nibbling at your neck as he growls. 

He rubs you until your wet and swollen. You heave as your heartbeat pounds behind your ears. He pushes his fingers down and spreads them around your entrance, opening you to him. 

He bends his legs and shifts his hips. You suck in a breath as you feel him prodding. He pushes his chin down on your shoulder as he inches into you. You feel as tight as the first time. You reach to slap the tile as he slowly impales you. 

He brings you to your toes as you whine. He stands straight and hooks his arm around you, his fingertips curling over your shoulder. He pulls you back against him as his fingers creep back to swirl around your clit. You squeak as he pumps into you. 

“I missed this, baby.” He snarls. “You’re perfect for me too, huh? You feel that?” 

You whimper and nod as you grab onto his bicep. He jolts you with each thrust as his pace grows sharper and faster. Your nerves flicker beneath his touch. You can’t resist it. 

You spasm as you cum. He grunts and speeds up. His flesh claps wetly against your ass as lean back into him. He rams as deep as he can and stops. 

“Uh uh,” he tuts. “I’m taking my time,” he rasps and rocks slowly. “Doll, I’m gonna make sure you feel how much I missed you.” 

👙

“Doll,” Bucky’s voice startles you awake. He’s standing at the foot of the bed. There’s a shopping bag in his hand. You look at the hue trickling in between the tacky curtains. “What time is it?” 

You sit up and catch the blanket before you’re exposed. Your muscles ache from the night before. It didn’t stop after the shower. You’re surprised the squeaky old bed held up. 

“About noon,” he says coolly. “We got time.” 

“Time? For what?” You ask as you rub your eyes.  

You’re still spinning. The beach, Colin, Bucky, Angelique... all of it is too much. 

“You’ll see, baby. All you gotta do is be you.” He walks up the side of the bed. “Get yourself dolled up.” He puts the bag on your lap. “Not that you need much.” 

He bends and kisses your forehead. You stare at the bag then look up at him. Huh? Shouldn’t he be anxious to get home? You must still be hours out. 

“For what?” You wonder. 

“For me,” he insists as he stands straight and crosses his arms. “It’s a surprise. No more questions.” 

You look at him, careful not to frown. You grab the bag and let the blanket fall. There’s really no point in hiding anymore. No point in trying to get out of this. He won’t let you. 

“Bathroom’s all yours. I’ll figure myself out here,” he goes to the saddlebags and flips the flap up. “Ride got my hair all mussed again.” 

You hesitate and get up. You scurry into the bathroom and shut yourself in. The sliver of privacy will give you some time to get your head straight. Or as close to as you can. 

Your bag is in there already. You set down the shopping bag and search in the fabric one. Your phone’s not there. 

You shrug and reach into the shopping bag. You take out the dress inside. Huh? White’s never really been your colour. Too delicate. It’s cute; long bell sleeves and a short skirt. A low back with a thin tie across the shoulders. It would kill in black. 

That’s not all that’s in the bag. A white lace thong in the exact same shade and some cute heels with silver bows. Hmmmm. It’s... a bit much. Your red bra won’t go either. Not with the dress so scant in the back. 

You lay it all aside. You’re thinking this is some sort of date? If he’s really serious, you expect he’ll be trying to be normal. As normal as this can be. 

You dig out your pouch of makeup. You didn’t bring much and never wear too much anyhow. Moisturizer, blush balm, some shimmer, very simple and dewy. A touch of mascara and gloss, a spritz of setting spray. A bit much for a lunch date, isn’t it? 

You face down the all white attire. You’ve never been a fan of going without your bra but there’s not much choice. You didn’t pack anything but swimsuits and shorts. You get yourself into the thong and dress. Oof, right up your crack. 

You pack everything away and hook the bag over your elbow. You pick up the shoes and carry them out. Bucky’s back greets you as he stands in front of the wall mirror and growls. 

“Think I about got it,” his shoulders strain beneath the black fabric. “Alright.” 

He turns as he straightens his tie. Oh. He looks out of place in the button-up and slacks. 

“Wow, doll,” he blinks. “You look amazing.” 

You look down and tilt your head, “thanks. You got the right size.” 

“It fits perfect,” he praises. 

“Right, uh,” you set your bag by the door. “But won’t we get dirty on the bike?” 

He chuckles. “I took care of that.” 

“Ah, okay. Good,” you put the shoes down too. “You look nice too.” 

“You think?” he smooths his hair and checks the mirror again. “I thought about a cut. Shoulda done it before I got out of the pen but then you wouldn’t have anything to grab onto.” 

He chuckles and winks in your direction. You sit in the wooden chair and bend to put on the shoes. You make a crackly noise which could be mistaken as a laugh. This is strange. Something’s going on but you know he won’t tell you. 

He faces you entirely. You look up. He puts his hands on his hips and grins. 

“Sorry, I can’t stop looking. You just. Everything is so... perfect. Isn’t it?” 

You sit up and make yourself nod. “Yes, Bucky.” 

“You’re glad I came to get you?” 

You barely keep from reacting. You smile. “Of course, Bucky. I... I’m sorry I left.” 

“I know you are,” he says. “After last night... I know you told me the truth. I know you want me like I want you.” He crosses the room and stops in front of you. He cradles your head between his hands and strokes your cheek. You struggle not to quiver. “I know that after today, life’s gonna be exactly how it should be.” 

[jokesitos-art]

[elmushterri]

Free from university again! Well, at least for the summer.

All the refs for the Robin Hood video are done!!

I won’t show the refs here but I wanna make sketches!

Robin Hood— no one knows where he came from or how he got the resources he did. He joined John Little or “Little John’s” gang, The Merry Men and made it a giant force to be reckoned with, with members across the UK. (The Merry Men wear a feather somewhere on their outfit) He’s one of Britain’s most wanted, annoys the hell out of Commissioner Nottingham. Robs the rich to feed the poor.

His personality? Very devoted. Too devoted. People don’t know where he’s from or what his background is but he is absolutely dedicated to bringing down the crown. He literally wont die till he does it. Puts himself in any amount of danger. He’s kind, and a sweet person— but sort of unhinged. Always keeps a wide-eyed grin and jokes around unless he can’t.

When he’s serious,, he’s.. serious.

And yeah he’s got a hearing aid!

(This story is vaguely based off the aesthetic of Carmen Sandiego.)

I’ll be answering a buncha asks so if you wanna ask about it,, go ahead! I’m currently focussed on this Robin Hood story!

[shadowxamyweek]

This amazing artwork is by Combatmaster and has been posted with their permission! You can find it and so many of their other fantastic works by following this link to their Deviantart!💖🖤  

[kaifarikus]

[babyblankyerror]

Some mob gang or stan usual client: "hey freak! Are you just gonna stand there all day? Or you didn't have the correct eyes to see that we're in hurry? Come treat my guy already, wierdo!"

Stan: "alright sire, coming right up!" *with his creepy smile"

Ford, hearing this: "...." *already planning to murder the guy*

How I think this would play out really.

[primroseduck]

Saw GZEltingville Jerry Coachella fit and now I can’t stop drawing it…

[aloof-cold-hands]

Some more recent mermaid AU! Lots of early access and exclusive art available for the poly boys on patreon, consider joining if you're interested