#Trial Captain

[furtbert]

Lorelei and Mina/ Roxie and Whitney doodles, March 2019

[9823678]

[brooklet-hill]

been forever since i drew her last

[namelessheartz]

Spooky vibes for real. Weezershipping (yes all 4 of them are in love with each other and that's the ship name) in a haunted house. (Ship name was due to me drawing them over the iconic weezer album.)

Based off some screenshots from a show about ppl in a haunted house? I think? (For fun.) Just grown ass adults scared out of their minds lolz.

[taeaart]

days 13 + 14: ramen + painter 🍜🎨

[lobotr-on]

how many trials and tribble-ations redraws must i do till i am finally free

[pokemonblack3white3]

tumblr user pokemonblack3white3 this is the 7th week in a row you've shown BB League in class

[cakypa120]

With the title of Champion of Magic came a lot of work. Separating a couple of Cyclopes or dragons, participating in peace talks, reviewing petitions and participating in court hearings. And that's just to keep the peace in the magical community. Billy didn't expect this kind of work at all!

The heroes were used to Marvel sometimes disappearing for days or even weeks, to him bringing piles of papers to the Watchtower and burying himself in them until the night. Or when he mumbled incoherent nonsense about fairies and leprechauns.

Hal: Cap, are you free tonight? We were planning on going to a bar tonight.

Marvel: Sorry, but I can't go with you, I have court today.

Hal: Wow, what happened.

Marvel: A dragon is suing a knight for breaking into a palace and stealing his bride.

Hal: What?

Marvel: Bye.

Batman: Captain, you've been gone three weeks. What were you doing that took so long?

Marvel: Does a treaty between the elves and the dwarves to end a centuries-old feud count?

Batman: I want a report on that.

Marvel: Not now, sir, I need to review the lawsuits filed against the fairies.

Superman: Captain, you need to take a break.

Marvel: I'll rest when I'm dead. But even in death, I'll have to work to keep this world from falling into the legal hell of the wizarding world.

Superman: Marvel, I'm worried about you.

Marvel: And I'm worried about how that pack of werewolves managed to cross into vampire territory and stay alive.

Diana: Hermes? What are you doing here?

Hermes: Just helping the Champion, of course!

Marvel: Did you figure out what kind of people you need to find?

Hermes: Don't worry! I'll get them for you even from Hades! Now go get some rest, Champion!

[jadeazora]

Lillie immersive rare from Celestial Guardians!

[hatsbuckets]

Another Price x wife/fem!reader ficlet because I'm addicted to him. might do a nikprice thing soon though.

cw: eventual smut (designated at the ellipses), so 18+ but i wanted it to be cozy. It's a soft fic tbh, I cried. nothing too descriptive but oral! fem receiving, p in v unprotected, idk if anything else.

The door clicks shut behind him with the gentlest sound, but even that feels like too much. He moves on autopilot. Boots off. Coat hung. Bag dropped. Keys placed. Hands still dirty, fingers aching from the cold, from the tension that never left his knuckles even once.

He hasn’t spoken in hours, and now the silence stretches around him, too big and too loud all at once, but then he sees you.

You're curled up in the corner of the couch, legs tucked, head tilted, some book half-forgotten in your lap. Light catches on your face like it was meant to land there, like it knew that’s where it should rest and so does he.

He crosses the room without thinking. His knees hit the floor, slow and creaking, and his hands reach for you like they always do--like they must. He doesn’t know what to say, wouldn’t trust his voice even if he did. All he knows is this: he needs you. Just you and your warmth and weight and breath.

He leans in and lays his head to your chest, where your heartbeat taps steady against his cheek, strong and soft and very alive. He exhales slow and steady, the breath shaking out of him.

And fuck, your smell. That quiet warmth he only ever finds here. The fabric of your shirt soft against his skin. Your fingers brush in his hair without needing to be asked. He presses his face in further, breathes deeper, lets his arms slide around your waist and up your ribs and stay there, holding the rise and fall of your lungs in his palms. His thumb brushes the smallest motion along the proof that you’re still here. That he’s still here. Your heartbeat’s in his ear, and he counts the beats like a lifeline.

He tangles his legs with yours, big frame curling in like he wants to crawl into the space where you exist and never leave where there’s no mission, no gunfire, no blood he couldn’t stop. Just stay in the place where your chest rises and falls and rises again, and the way your body always makes room for him.

He doesn’t cry, but he thinks maybe if you said his name right now--soft, like you mean it--he just might.

So instead, he whispers yours, quiet, like a prayer. And when you breathe deep, slow and steady, he lets himself match it. He lets your rhythm become his anchor. He lets your hands in his hair bring him home.

... smut below ...

He doesn’t plan on asking for anything, doesn’t plan on taking, or moving, or talking. He just needed to feel your chest rise and fall beneath him. He needed your warmth to bleed into his skin and remind him he’s alive, that he came home, again and again, to you.

But then your fingers slip under his shirt, brushing the bare skin of his back, tracing an old scar at his hip--warm and gentle and familiar--and his whole body shudders with pure relief.

Your touch travels slow, up from the scar to the top of his shoulder blade. It moves featherlight down the line of his spine, then up again, smoothing over the tension in his shoulders. He breathes out hard--chest trembling against yours--and presses his mouth to your sternum, open and reverent, just a kiss, just him saying thank you without needing to speak.

Your hand moves from his hair to cradle his cheek. You tip his chin up, give that one, soft smile, and he’s unmade.

He shifts, pushes up on his arms to hover above you, his big hands bracing either side of your waist. For a moment he just looks, studies the way your lips part, the way your skin glows in the low light, the way your eyes hold him like you want all of him... like he’s not too much.

His hands move slow. He undoes the buttons of your shirt one by one, like unwrapping something precious. His fingers are light, shaking, moving not to get it off fast, but to savor it. Every inch of skin revealed is met with his mouth, soft kisses to your collarbone, your ribs, the inside curve of your waist. You feel his beard drag, the scratch of it rough, every brush a reminder that he's here.

“Let me,” he murmurs, voice low and hoarse.

You nod, and that’s all he needs.

He kisses down your stomach like he could live in the space between his lips and your skin. His hands massage your thighs, slow circles with his thumbs, and when he parts your legs, it’s with reverence.

He's still for a long moment, just looks at you, eyes meeting yours through his lashes. He breathes against your skin, rests his head on your thigh, lets you feel how much he wants this, how much he needs to give. Then his mouth lowers, and he starts slow. Long, languid movements of his tongue, gentle kisses to the inside of your thigh in between, murmured nothings and praises half-swallowed by the way he holds you open for him.

He stays there, mouth devoted, until you’re trembling with it, until your fingers are in his hair, tugging, until you whisper his name like it’s a secret only he deserves. And even then, he takes his time.

When he finally comes back up, he's meeting your soft, blissed smile with his own. He kisses you slow, like he’s savoring your taste on his tongue, like he wants you to know what you do to him and what you mean to him.

You help him out of the rest of his clothes, soft touches and kisses exchanged in the quiet between breaths. When he finally slides into you, it’s deep and deliberate--one long press that has both of you gasping into the space between your mouths.

“Fuck,” he whispers, lips against your cheek.

"Romantic, John," you whisper, all tease in your voice.

He hums, happily pressed as close as he can be, warm skin against warm skin. Your hands slide up his chest, fingers brushing through the course hairs there until they lock behind his back.

He finally moves, barely any space between where your hips meet before he's back again. He just rocks into you, slow and steady, his whole body wrapped around yours like he could shield you from the world and could hide here, in you, forever.

He murmurs your name, over and over. He tells you you’re perfect, tells you you’re his.

You come apart beneath him, soft, and gasping, and so beautiful--you know because he tells you so--he follows with a low moan and a stuttering breath, clutching you to him like a drowning man finding shore. He stays inside you for a while, presses his forehead to yours and breathes with you. He only moves away when you're both ready, sighing longingly at the seperation.

His hands settle once again at your waist, just as they did when he walked through the door, feeling your breath rise and fall beneath his palms. His head rests over your heart. And after a few moments he sleeps. Despite the sweat and spend--and grime still on him--you don't dare move because he's yours and he’s safe and he’s home.

thanks for reading

[star-pocalypse]

I think Jupiter should punch Corvus in the face at least once

[tsuutarr]

Hi my friend! May I please request headcanons of Kiawe x Unovian!gn!reader who has a team consisting of a servine and "cute" pokemon? Like eevee, Minccino, skitty etc? Thank you!!

(it's been so long since I've done a Pokémon ask!! very exciting <3)

If you're from Unova, Alola would be a pretty big change of scenery for you. The bustling cityscape is replaced by beautiful beaches, so of course you want to explore!

I imagine you run into Kiawe somewhere on Akala Island, maybe on his family's farm or Wela Volcano Park. Either way, he'd notice that you're not from Alola. This would lead to you guys conversing for a bit, with Kiawe being intrigued about your experiences in Unova.

He'd offer to take you around Akala Island, which you agree to! He introduces you to a bunch of Akala Island staples and tells you a bit about Alola, like its myths.

It's really nice talking with Kiawe because he's a pretty chill guy despite how passionate he is. Plus, he's cute! And it's pretty obvious that he thinks you're cute too. He initially found you interesting since you're not from Alola, but talking to you in depth also makes him appreciate you as a person.

Eventually, your conversations flow to Pokémon. You guys talk about your teams, with Kiawe mentioning his preference for fire-type Pokémon that can dance. You mention how your team is filled with Pokémon that you find cute.

Kiawe is really interested in seeing your cute Pokémon! Contrary to what some people may think, Kiawe really likes cute Pokémon, especially Pokémon that seem warm and fluffy.

He'd find mincinno really cute and think that it's a really useful Pokémon to have since it's so good at cleaning! Skitty and its slightly air-headed tendencies would make Kiawe smile fondly. But he'd love your eevee the most! Since eevee can evolve into a fire-type Pokémon, I would imagine that Kiawe would be interested in having one himself. If you two end up spending more time together/dating, Kiawe would definitely get his own eevee and evolve it into a flareon.

If you date him, he'd dote on your Pokémon often, giving them lots of treats! He's not used to grass types like servine, but he'd consult Mallow so he can treat servine the best he can.

Once you guys move in together, Kiawe would (1) be a bit of a blanket hog (before throwing the blankets off of both of you and onto the floor) and (2) would loooove cuddling with your Pokémon in bed. Skitty has a spot between the two of you where it can curl up. Servine would be at the foot of the bed. Your eevees would be curled up near your heads. Mincinno would sleep elsewhere because I imagine it to be a bit of a diva that likes its personal space.

Regardless, Kiawe would adore your Pokémon a lot and would be really sweet to them! Very husband material <:

[overchromatic]

Pokekids fashion!

[imafuckinstar]

i love jason grace x captain america comparisons but hazel levesque is actually captain america. like dying to save people only to be revived in a different decade being removed from a time where her love was and having to confront that love’s relative with a complicated dynamic? put her in the suit.

[esprei]

Emmet month: Day 6 - Cooking

(dystopian AU) Emmet wasn't asked to help cook but he does anyway - it's fine Mallow, adding beer will definitely enhance the flavor of the stew! bonus: later, when the group is sitting around the campfire enjoying the meal...

[billfrancois]

I almost forgot how much I adore Sun and Moon's character designs~