#he's wearing a FUCKIN HARNESS

[the-private-local-enemy]

i call my dog a wild mangy mutt because he's actin like one (barking at a dog that barks at him when its outside... when it isn't outside or even able to hear him, like a fuckin old man yelling at a cloud 🤪) and this old biddy ahead stops and turns several times to stare

like biiiitch you got something to say say it, i'll use my unfiltered vocabulary on you too 💖 i've got words that'll make you clutch your pearls so hard they shatter 😃

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥

You had always had the biggest Halloween and spooky spirit — every fall was a haven for you, and this year, you had the opportunity to harness the ultimate joy of surprising James when he came home after a long day. His reaction, however, left you speechless and stunned; wishing for every season to become fall. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☘︎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ 1.0k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☘︎ Tooth rotting fluff, Bucky is passionate

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☘︎ I died from the cuteness, ngl.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ @rookthorne's Fright Night — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The air was warm and filled with the aromas of a freshly cooked dinner. Wood cracked and burned in the fireplace as you sat on the couch, legs tucked under you with a blanket on your lap. It was late in the afternoon and Bucky was due home any minute now – Sam had called him on site for just a favour that ended up taking up the whole of his day. 

You weren’t mad, though. In the time that Bucky had spent on site, you had elected to have some Halloween fun with Sarge and Koda – both of which were cuddled on the couch next to you. Sarge’s head rested on your thigh, and Koda’s head was propped up on Sarge’s back. 

It would have been peaceful. No different than any other night that you spent reading or relaxing, if it weren’t for your stifled giggles. 

Sarge – looking as broody as he always did – was indifferent to the small hat that had black horns sticking up and out from between his ears. Or the red vest with two wings sprouting from his shoulders. A red, pointed tail was sewn onto the end of it and it laid curled next to his own fluffy (and still) tail. 

Behind Sarge, Koda stirred, blinking and huffing as she woke up from her nap. The orange hat she wore had a green stump, perfectly resembling a pumpkin top. Her brown, fluffy body was covered in an orange vest, striped with a darker hued orange to give the illusion of a round pumpkin. She stared at you with her soft, dark eyes, and you smiled. “You’re so adorable, baby girl.” 

Tires crunched over gravel outside and then light flooded the living room of the cabin – Bucky’s truck had just pulled in. Your heart skipped a beat as you struggled to move under the weight of a still slumbering Sarge. “He’s home–daddy’s home, wake up, Sarge.” 

Both dogs sprung to life and ambled to the front door just as the engine of the truck cut out, and the thud of the driver’s door closing sounded. It was music to your ears after such a long day. The dogs yipped and jumped over one another in their excitement. “Down, down, settle–here,” you said, rushing to open the door. “Go on.”

“Hey, love,” Bucky called from the stone path to the front door, but he was looking towards his truck as the alarm chirped. He was still wearing his red plaid jacket and light denim jeans, though they were covered in wood dust, and the bun he had thrown his hair up in that morning before he left was gone, instead, his long hair flowed down his neck and over the collar of his shirt. 

You sighed softly as you watched him shove his truck keys in his back pocket. “I’m so sorry I was gone so long, sweetheart. I tried gettin’ away but you know Sam. And then fuckin’ Steve, I swear to- What the–?” He stopped by the flower bed, his widening eyes downcast towards the dogs that were jumping up at him for attention. 

“Welcome home, babe,” you said, cocking out a hip to lean against the porch rail. “I made dinner–you hungry?”

Bucky stared up at you, slack jawed. “What did you do to them?”

“The dogs?” you asked, arching a brow. “I got them ready for Halloween, James.”

“Halloween,” he repeated as he glanced back down again. “You- When did you get these coats? And the hats?”

“Wands helped me.” The wood beneath your feet creaked as you stepped down onto the path. Sarge and Koda paid no mind to you as you neared – their attention entirely captivated by Bucky. “Aren’t they adorable?”

Slowly, Bucky looked back up at you, then back at the dogs that jumped up his legs. Suddenly, he dropped his work bag and fell to his knees, a wide smile on his face that made his nose scrunch and eyes squint. “They are more than adorable,” he cooed, holding Koda’s face in his callused hands. He kissed her nose then hugged Sarge. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, baby? I would’a picked up some pumpkins or somethin’!”

You watched, amused, when Bucky’s bright eyes widened just as they always did when he had an idea, or a plan. “We need a photoshoot–get your camera!”

“Babe, wait,” you called, laughing as Bucky sprang to his feet and ran inside, presumably to look for your camera. “I can go get some pumpkins tomorrow.”

“No!” Bucky’s yell was muffled, like he was on the other side of the cabin. “We gotta do it now, just look at ‘em.” He popped his head around the door and you laughed – he looked just like his dogs when they were excited about something, a treat or a toy. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just adorable.” Bucky blushed and bounded down the steps. “Do you want to take photos now, or wait for tomorrow–when I get the pumpkins?”

“Both.” He shrugged and looked down at his dogs. “They deserve that–do it every day, if you could. You’re so good at it, sweetheart.”

“Flattery will get you somewhere,” you teased, and you grabbed the camera from his hands. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. Let’s take some before it gets too dark and then you can help me plan tomorrow’s shoot.”

Bucky grinned, a beautiful sight, and before he could change his expression, you snapped a photo. “For my personal collection.”

“You can take as many as you want, Clover,” he promised earnestly. “So long as I get to see your pretty face light up while you do it. Fuck, I love you.” You blinked at his words, unable to take them in, and then Bucky kissed you on the cheek before he ran off with the two costumed pooches in tow. “C’mon, let’s go!”

Your fingers brushed where his lips had connected, and your heart bloomed with warmth. If you got to experience his joy just from taking photographs – you decided then and there that you would never put your camera down. “Coming!”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[fredwkong]

I’ve come to you with a favor to ask. I a, an artist, I draw lots of stuffs, but recently, I’ve had an issue finding good anatomical references. I would really like if the world could be populated with a lot LOT more bears, bimbos and daddies, it’s so hard finding good first account references for them.

Even better if they are open to be naked in front of me, for ARTISTIC purpose of course!

Thank you and happy to see you back!

A massive bearish genie appears next to you while you draw and slaps an amulet down on the face of your tablet. It’s shaped like a spiked cockring, with a scintillating crystal in the middle that sparkles even without light on it. “Keep that on your person at all times, boy,” the genie instructs you, then he vanishes.

The next time you go out, you have the amulet pinned on your backpack strap. You watch as first one man, then another, catches a flash of light off the crystal and starts to bulk up. As all the men around you turn into thick, hairy musclestuds of all ages and kinds, they start to impulsively strip and pose, revealing slutty jockstraps and leather harnesses that their old selves certainly weren’t wearing.

“Bro! Please! Draw my hot bod!” a bulky himbo calls to you.

“Boy! I’m a fuckin’ art piece!” says a thick daddy, his chest invisible under silver hair.

“Hey, nice pendant, lil dude,” says a naked bear. You’re so distracted by his cock pressing against your middle that you don’t notice that he’s grabbed the amulet off your backpack. A glitter of light flashes against your eyes, and you suddenly feel your clothes getting too tight. Who needs lame clothes, anyway? Your big muscles deserve to be seen in their full glory! You just wish there was someone around to draw you.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

[jesterjaxx]

Halloween AU lore dump!!!

❗️WARNING❗️

so much infodumping world buidling and headcannons

DJ- Robot

Originally built to be a robo cop type deal. But when given free will refused to hurt anyone and got scrapped

Was found and repurposed by "Momma" to be a son

Really fuckin loves animals. Nature in general but mostly animals.

They get spooked by him a lot though

Hes kinda sad about this but gets it.

Momma is a scraper/engineer and outfitted him with everything a "good human boy" would need, like touch receptors and an ability to taste

Nothing to be done about majorly changing how he looks tho

The ability to feel is a bit too much sometimes

Sometimes all he can feel is cold

Goes to Duncan to see if he can do something about helping communicate to animals that he is a friend. Ala magic.

Machinery and Magic don't mix well typically, you gotta be crazy specific, which isn't really Duncan's styel

Duncan likes DJ tho, and proceeds to steal some of Harolds spellbooks

Side plot of them being wayyyy to hard for him to read, in both way too high level and shitty handwritten chickenscratch that fucks with his dyslexia, so he has to ask Harold for help

Maybe they learn to better understand eachother idk

Maybe they kill eachother

Harold and Duncan team up 6 dead 9 injured every single person is fucking baffled

Anyways DJ is like iron giant up in this bitch

His Momma is kinda worried that one day he'll learn enough mechanics to fix himself up and wont need her anymore

Tyler - Harpy

Ok the chicken fear makes sense now

He gets the uncanny valley feeling looking at chickens

I would too

He would fly into a window

Can he fly?

Hes like a turkey

Or a seagull

Wait im an idiot hes a chicken

Duh

Eva - Gargoyle

Her carver loved buff women thank god almighty for that

Punches like a brick wall

Living Stone

lion paws for feet

Did you guys know sound resonates the best through solids??

Her music listening experience is legit i just know it

Noah - The Blob/ slime monster

Oh god that poor guy

Hes gonna get slime all over his books

Harold - Witch

He's the type of witch to have seperate waters for different kinds of spells

A pretty dorky Witch, even by witch standards

Wears proper witch PPE (robes and hat)

Has his sheldon Big Bang Theory style shirts on underneath tho

Uses incantations and written spells in magical languages mainly

Uses the starlight, paper, ink, historical artifacts and an assortment of magical ingredients as fuels

Has a large collection of quality spellbooks for references

Not those shitty amazon spellbooks that are just a list of pre written spells, these ones were written by some old hag 80 years ago and through flowery rambleing language tell you how write spells yourself. They go into spell syntax.

Harolds books for writing incantations and spells are spiral notebooks

If he uses smbols will typically craft a custom sygil for it

Uses alot of number magic and latin

Uses his confidence in his skills with writing spells to harness magic

Is better at doing spells for other people, when doing spells for himself he tends to overcomplicate things

Actually went to magic camps and magic summer schools

"I was trained for this!" and it's Mostly true

Can make the most specific fucking spell work for him

I cannot stress he is good at this type of casting.

Duncan's way of doing magic pisses him off. Both are convinced their way is better

Harold to Duncan ->"What the fuck do you mean you increased your strength with a posca marker, bare knuckles and a dream. How are you not dead yet >:[ "

He has a lot of respect for magic itself, Duncan's almost disrespectful way of using magic makes him mad.

Whats worse is that it works.

How Harold casts a spell

Writes down a goal -> outlines different methods to achieve it (incantations, scrolls, potions) -> writes out the spelleork with alot of detail accounting for almost every outcome -> it takes very long -> outwardly or inwardly recites writes spell to activate it -> profit

Alejandro - Siren

(I give up with organization here no more bullet points)

Mermaids and Sirens are almost identical, with few overt physical differences

Sirens will typically have colored iris', 2 finned gills, longer tounges, boned ears and uniformly sharp teeth

Mermaids have colored scalera, 3 smooth gills, finned ears and sharp canines

This isn't a rule, and in modern times there are few families of sirens or mermaids that havent mixed with other monsters at some point

Both species have shape-shifting abilities.

Mermaids have two forms, and can switch between them at will, though the process takes hours and the mermaid will have to stay in either aquatic or land form for a couple weeks before changing again. though this wait time can be speed up with tailsmen, it's can cause health problems.

Siren can shift their features at will, including shifting from aquatic to non aquatic with no wait time, some families of Siren encourage "good breeding" and fostering shifting abilities to the point of shifting bone structure, hair, colors and gender at will. This level of shifting controll is a very desirable trait, and cannot be learned.

Alejandro is one of these few families who try to stay purely Siren

Hes a 100% Siren, but unlike his brothers he lacks any shape-shifting abilities, a flaw that has brought him great shame (this is just a genetic fluke, it's like a birth defect)

but he has both a very powerful ability to enchant his words and natural charisma. Dangerous combo.

Because of the well known knowledge that Sirens can manipulate people with ease, Alejandro semi pretends that he is a Mermaid, using his long hair to obscure his gills

He more just lets people assume hes a Mermaid and does not correct them rather than actually lying

He lies about many things but outright lying about species is a bit much

Siren Speech doesn't work as good if someone's also using magic at the same time or knows what's up about it

It doesn't work that great on Heather, Duncan or Harold point blank, or Lindsay, Beth Trent and Justin if they're shifting or shifted

Good thing hes manipulative on his own!

Beth - Mermaid

Yeah sure why not

I don't know enough about Beth yet i need a moot whose obsessed with her

Ezekiel - Ghost

Lmao hes invisible

Poor dude probably gets looked over all the time

Hes just clothes and a transparent person

Justin - Werewolf

The twilight girls would go crazy over him i know it

Cody - Puppet

Oh poor dude

Itll look cool tho

Hed make knock on wood jokes all the time

Trent - Werecat

The trustin girls would go crazy over this i know it

But real like hes chillin

Would use claws as a pick

Geoff - Frankenstein

A man of the people

Literally

Looses limbs easily

Wakes up after a party like "wheres my leg lmao"

Heather - Zombie

Oh this is good

Shes vegan

Would insult people like "i can tell you have a brain why the hell don't you use it"

Very concerned over phsyical appearance

Uses so so many products

Pretty alive looking for a zombie cuz of it

It's kinda creepy

Her eyes got no eyeshine tho

Like a shark.

Gwen - Skeleton/Ghost

Ok this was an accidental double Gwen got both Skeleton and ghost

Since Ezekiel is already a ghost i'm Gonna lean into the Skeleton bit more but throw a transparent silhouette over all of her for the ghost bit

Ghost vs Zombie rivalry

She'd do all sorts of cool drawings and markings on her bones

Gwen, drawing a bat on her femur with sharpie: tattoo moment

Her eyeliner is also sharpie

Who the fuck cares about skincare when you don't have skin

Lindsay: you shouldn't put permanent marker on your face! It can hurt you 🥺

Gwen, floating bones:

LeShawna - Chimera

YES I LOVE MONSTER COMBOS

LIKE COMBINATIONS OF MULTIPLE ANIMALS

lets do classic chimera but with one head

Lean into the Lioness bit cuz Leshawna is a boss bitch and Lionesses are so fucking cool

I might give her a scorpion tail

Duncan - Witch

Another double whoops lol

He's a "fuck it we ball" typa witch

lmao he and Harold are beefing like crazy i know it Harold has 12 spellbooks hes memorized with their specific ways of casting and Duncan is writing runes on his knuckles with sharpie

Duncan to Harold ->"Why are you using 2 pages of latin for a fire spell??"

"Because i need only this bit of wood to light on fire a little bit and nothing else and if i dont i could loose control of it or blow it up or it might not even start"

*stares in did finger guns at a branch and cremated it for fun*

Harold to Duncan ->"Why are you writing runes on your nailpolish??"

"i'm tired of being the only scary bitch here without claws"

*stares in once accidentally rubbed spell notes off of his spellbook and onto his face while passed out on his desk and gave himself acid burns for 3 weeks"

They go crazy they go stupid

Hes self taught

The Duncan and Harold bullying arc turned Street smart vs actually Smart but make it witches

Mostly just picking shit up as he goes

"Stole" (it was free) a pamphlet on different types of magical symbols and has managed to make the symbols illustrated in it work for almost every spell he wants

Fueled by raw unrelenting audacity

Real lore tho- magic is created with belief and harnessed with confidence, you can either go the intellectual route and control every variable and have trust in your control of those variables to harness the magic like Harold, or like Duncan, have enough semi-unearned confidence in yourself to harness magic with little need for more than a few variables.

Basically as a general rule, it has as much meaning as you truthfully believe it does

Doesn't explain what hes casting or how hes doing it

"Where'd you learn how to do that?"

"what are you a cop?"

(learned from illustrations, word of mouth, and other witches on the street)

Has a couple stick n poke magical symbols, several other scribbled on symbols that are temporary

Biggest one is a glyph for fire on his hand, he doens most of his spells using it

Has burns around his glyph tattoos from spells backfiring cuz he got distracted

Uses sharpies, spraypaint, eyeliner and the insides of firecrackers for drawing symbols

If he needs a magical material he'll typically substitute whatever he has on him, belief goes a long way.

"Pure Holy Silver?... this earring looks silver enough

This doesn't work for potions cuz potions are only a little left to normal chemistry.

Has alot of talisman he wears

Carries extra ingredients on him ala accessories cuz fuck it it looks cool

Mains his spells with symbols, uses potions or material fuels if he cant make a good connection between what he wants and one of 10 symbols he remembers at any given time

Uses moonlight, bones, rocks, and personal artifacts as fuels

How duncan casts a spell

Draws glyph -> creates a mental connection between what the glyph means and what he wants to do (this is mostly subconscious with Duncan he doenst know what hes doing he just knows he does it well)-> activates glyph physically (ie hitting, tapping, lighting, punching, tracing with finger)

Example: draws fire glyph on Chris's camper -> wants to set it on fire but not the surrounding grass and trees -> smacks the side of the camper that has the glyph on it -> profit

Duncan, to Harold: You make magic math, i make magic my bitch

Bridgette - Alien

Aww she could be so cute

Surfer girl from planet nine

Owen - Plant Monster

This could visually look really cool

Big carnivorous plant

Izzy - Angel

kaleidoscope = biblically accurate form, cuz she "Looks like a kaleidoscope! Duh!"

Lindsay - Selkie

If you steal her coat ill fucking kill you

Sadie - Vampire

Ough thats cute

I'm Gonna make her pigtails batwings

Katie - Zombie

undead girlfriends

Sadie thinks Katie is so pretty it doesn't matter her eye just fell out

Courtney - Demon

Oh this bitch looooves contracts

Is also upset about Duncan but she just doesn't like witches in general

Whats the point of making deals with humans for magical powers of some humans give themselves magical powers

Demon of what?? Pride maybe?? Or envy??

Shes a sweetheart tho

[multi-fandom-friend]

“Let’s do something fun, yeah?” “Like what?” “Let’s go to a rave” “You’re Joking”

COME GET YOUR FOOD UOU SIMPS. so I got this idea from an artist named @razorsystem on here. They had art of Jason and crew in rave outfits, and being a part of rave culture myself, and the little voice in my brain annoying me until I wrote this, this now exists. Enjoy loves! TW FOR FLASHING LIGHTS AND BRIGHT COLORS ON THE DIVIDER AND FOR THEMES OF DRINKING AND BIG CROWDS

🦇Bruce🦇

🦇 when you first asked him to go? It went a little like this

🦇 “Hey Brucie?” “Jesus, I know that tone. You want something.” “Can we pleaaaase go to a rave?” “Absolutely not” “why?” “I’m too old for that. Drinking? Dancing? Flashing lights? Not my thing.” 🦇 you being you? You convinced him. And he got outfits. Pretty expensive ones too but he’s a hot millionaire what did you expect?

🦇 Once you got there he was a little uncomfortable but once he had a drink and started dancing with you? He was fine. He kept his guard up, of course, but he was fine. 🦇 on your way home he stopped and made you two get pizza and everyone in the pizzeria was looking at you two. A 6 something foot tall scary dad aged man and his partner sticking onto his arm as they giggled together in a bright colored rave outfit

🥀Jason Todd🥀

🥀 when you first asked him he was so confused as to what a rave even was

🥀 “Hey Jaybird?” “Yes, love?” “There’s a rave tonight, wanna go?” “What the hell is a rave?” “What’s a— Jason? How have you never heard of a rave? It’s basically a party with a bunch of bright colors, lots of loud music with even more bass in it, and good vibes. Wanna go?” “Will there be lots of people” “…..yeah?” “I dunno. Maybe.” 🥀 Just like his dad he’s hesitant, but he goes eventually. He probably had more fun than you did if we’re being honest. 🥀 y’all got there and he was having the time of his fucking life. And he didn’t wanna tell you but he loved the outfits you two were wearing, but he hated the thigh high latex boots with a small heel that you made him wear. It’s not that they were “too girly” or anything because he doesn’t think clothes have gender he just didn’t entirely understand how to walk without looking like he had a pole up his ass, so you had to teach him. 🥀 once he got the walking down pat, he could dance with you. He didn’t wanna drink because he still had to keep his guard up and walking in these shoes are hard enough sober just in case. 🥀 he made you two leave a little early but you had fun nonetheless. He ordered takeout and you picked it up on the way home.

💎Dickhead Grayson💎

💎 Immediately said yes.

💎 “Hey bluejay? Wanna go to a rave toni-“ “yes. A thousand times yes.” 💎 and then he showed you a photo of him at a rave when he was younger. 💎 You couldn’t believe your eyes. Your Bluejay in short shorts, a latex shirt and leather harness with platform boots and glitter coating his body was in that photo. 💎 then he got dressed and jesus fuckin Christ he looked awesome. Glittery, but awesome. He helped you get dressed and then sprayed you down with iridescent glitter spray that got in your mouth and everywhere glitter probably shouldn’t be

💎 once you got there, he grabbed drinks for you both and started dancing with you immediately. He had so much fun

💎 he still made you both leave early, just for safety reasons. 💎 he also got pizza with you and you two were standing there like two giddy hyenas. Like seriously. You both couldn’t stop laughing for a good 25 minutes.

🐍 Damian Wayne🐍

🐍 it took so much convincing and so much prodding but you got him to break. 🐍 “But Damieeeee!” “No.” “Come on! I promise you’ll have fun!” “Nope.” “Pleaaaase?” 🐍 you did your pouty face and he broke. 🐍 he got his dad to buy you both outfits and you went

🐍 hated how many people there were. Hated it. So much. But you started dancing with him and he calmed down instantly

🐍 you both left after about an hour and went home, he needed a good pair of very loose sweatpants and a very loose shirt, and a good long cuddle session and he was all better.

A/N hi y’all! If you could follow me or even like this post that would be highly appreciated. Thank you!

[lamina-tsrif]

MOON 3

hemlock is so cute !!!!! i adore him. hes is fuckin clueless !! hes wearing smth like a cat harness, bc

1: his sprite looks like he had one on

2: i say so

also scarecrowbee is hilarious. 2 moons n a row and he is so fucking pissed dove's pelt is so pretty

[amarriageoftrueminds]

i know everyone has an opinion but to me Buck n Steve are both gay canonically.

it's deeper than memes to me, but to use memes: every version Steve ends up being that "maybe a man hurts every woman in his life because his real soulmate is a man 👆🏾 " meme, and Bucky.. admitedly all Buckys are believable as bi, but to me he only dates women to prove he can pull them and would only go the Lavender Marriage route as gal pal #ally Bucky Barnes 😊

now if marvel truly had the vision, they'd let Steve come out of his centuries' worth of repression and 🎤be who you are🎶🎵 and let himself be a little fruity when the occasion calls for it. occasions including, hanging out with the other gays, or when the public is scandalized by papparazzi pics of Steve Rogers being a homo so he, being uncompromising and even contrarian at times, starts purposefully acting zestier and zestier whenever he spots the paps trying to get pictures of him.

I can see it.

(I have a looong long meta here on why I, especially, cannot Steve as any kind of w-attracted, in fact! To the surprise of no one, lol.)

Bucky to me seems like he has more of an aesthetic appreciation of women. (Like, if one of them was ever going to have a drag persona? Bucky) He seems more motivated to be gallant and polite to them than Steve, whether or not he is attracted to them. He will dutifully perform comphet for women, in situations where it would be expected (and thus to not do it, in his day, would be tantamount to an insult??). Whereas Steve won't even bother lol. He'll just assiduously avoid those circumstances altogether, and only relax around women when the context is strictly familial/platonic/work-related.

(Plus, y'know, Bucky had sisters, and ofc his hobby of dancing literally requires a woman, back then, so he'd need a gal in his life in order to access that particular channel of joy, safely.)

Steve however is the type to be pretty masc when he's just chillin, but the second he gets the merest whiff of homophobia that Lil Shit Mode activates and he becomes Captain America: ✨Camp Icon✨.

Would attend drag brunches, Pride parades (shirtless but with his shield harness), derail a pundit interview trying to imply the 'good old days' were better to talk about the time he was gay-bashed by the troops literally the same day as rescuing the 107, would own a set of pastel 'QUEER AS IN FUCK YOU' t shirts and wear them out to places he knows the paps will try to snatch a picture of him, would re-enact his 'lifting up chorus girls on a motorcycle' stunt with trans women, do a physique calendar w/ trans men for queer charities, etc etc etc.

And if anyone tried to micro-aggressively sneer at beefy Bucky for, eg. having prettily-braided hair or wearing pastels? Oof, they better hope Steve isn't within fuckin earshot.

[musical-chan]

Father of Time Chapter 37: Time Thrice Lost

Fortunately for Link, things began moving too fast for anyone to think about him being the Hero of Time.  A blue haired woman wearing an utterly ridiculous outfit ran into the tent right then, the perfect distraction. 

"Link!  Thank the Goddess you're here!  I've been trying to shut down rogue portals all day and–"

"Lana! Wait, we have an emergency!  I'm suppose to be looking for that pirate girl but these–"

"Pirate girl!? Do you mean Tetra?  IS TETRA HERE? Is she okay!?"

All the concurrent voices were making Link's head hurt and he squeezed his eyes shut tight.  Could this day get any worse? The only thing he wanted right now was to crawl into his bed under the covers and sleep. But his bed wasn't here, was it?  Instead, he finished throwing on the borrowed clothes, boots and all, and slung the Biggoron sword onto his back again. The tunic was a little snug but not what he'd call tight. At least the boots seemed to fit okay.  He tore a few strips out of his blanket, silently apologising to it, and tied it in knots to make an impromptu harness for the ocarina.  By the time he was done, the Sailor was pulling an outfit out of his own bags and angrily changing into yet another green tunic and long, floppy hat as he argued with the Captain.

"Y' should have fuckin' told me y' were trying t' find Tetra!  Where'd the Helmaroc King even come from?! He's dead! Shit! Why does he keep grabbin' her anyway?  We need t' help her out!  I've got th' mallet on me so let's go!"

[triflesandparsnips]

So I saw this post by @ipomoea-batatas about Stede Bonnet becoming "a competent pirate by fully understanding and harnessing his own particular brand of lunacy" -- and I went a bit feral.

Because I think we've already seen the start of it.

Okay. Izzy Hands, right? And his very first meeting with Stede.

All anybody knows about this Bonnet guy is that (1) he and his crew have run aground, and it evidently wasn't on purpose because (2) instead of doing repair work or cleaning the hull while beached, the crew are just running around blowing shit up and loudly listing fish--

AND YET (3) these same people, lead by the unknown, untested Captain Bonnet, have managed to capture English officers.

You know who else Izzy knows who can pull off that kind of bullshit? Who looks mad as a hatter and half distracted by whether the clouds look more or less like lunch foods, and is nonetheless "legendary" and the "most brilliant sailor" he has ever met?

Yeah.

But there's only one Blackbeard out there, so whatever this Captain Bonnet's deal is, it's probably accidental, or they're just not getting the whole story, or whatever. It doesn't matter much. Izzy and his landing party don't even bother to engage beyond asking Buttons for some info-- they just buy the officers out from under Bonnet and head back to the ship, and that should've been the end of it until they all ran into each other at the Republic or, failing that, the gallows.

And then.

This fuckin' dude.

Who is wearing half of an incredibly expensive tailored outfit in the middle of the fucking jungle. Who's clearly got no fucking clue what to do with a blade, since he's got his knife brandished off to the side, leaving his center completely unguarded, and also it's a fucking knife. Against three professionals with swords and fucking guns.

This guy. Has just jumped pigeon-toed into Izzy's path and essentially proclaimed himself to be the elusive Bonnet.

(There are bows on this dick's unscratched high-heeled shoes, Izzy thinks. And he's just said the word "trifle" five fucking times.)

So yeah, Izzy figures he can cross "secretly clever" off his list of possibilities and chalk up all of Bonnet's successes so far to blind luck and a rich man's fancy. And that being the case, Izzy has the time and inclination to have a bit of fun and give this idiot a warning while he's at it. He spends a happy minute seeing if he can make the fop scream, faint, or blush his way back into the bush with a bit of swordplay and a lot of bared skin.

The man does, in fact, gasp. But he doesn't run. And instead of screaming or covering himself up-- or, fuck, even relying on some gentrified insult that would give Izzy the excuse to just kill the guy-- this absolute asshole raises his eyebows and fucking compliments him.

And Izzy's mouth is running on automatic, already going with the tee'd up line he'd had ready for this fuckwit when he inevitably said something classist about peasants or whatever-- except that's not what Bonnet had said, was it? and-- the fuck was that noise?

"Do you hear that?" says Bonnet, cocking his head and looking wide-eyed in the opposite fuckin' direction of the sound and just, like, electing to ignore the sword pointing at his chest. "I didn't know this isle was haunted."

It's clearly a diversionary tactic, just as it's clearly one of Bonnet's crew out in the forest. Izzy knows how this shit goes, he's seen Edward do it often enough.

(A strange thought slouches indistinctly into view behind Izzy's other, more pressing concerns.)

But for all that it's definitely a crewmember out there, Izzy can't deny that Bonnet's-- weird. Compliments. Sticking his ground. Those fucking shoes.

It's distracting.

(The thought is starting to make its way to the forefront of Izzy's mind, but its trenchcoat and enormous polyester wig are preventing him from identifying what his hindbrain has figured out well before his conscious brain has.)

Out in the real world, Izzy's sword doesn't drop, but his eyes do turn away for a moment, even though he knows he fuckin' oughtn't. He course-corrects-- goes with his gut, and decides to call Bonnet's bluff.

"It's obviously one of your men," Izzy says. If Bonnet had enough people for it, he wouldn't have stuck himself as bait. Fuck, he probably wouldn't have bothered with a fuckery at all, just surrounded the landing party and been done with it. The only logical scenario is that Bonnet doesn't have the resources to actually overpower Izzy's party--

But then--

Then why try at all?--

(The strange thought has started to use its elbows to ruthlessly shove its way to the front. The wig is lost in the shuffle.)

Captain Bonnet raises his brows again, eyes now tight on Izzy's. "But is it?" he says.

(Away goes the trenchcoat. There's leather underneath.)

"Yes it is," says Izzy.

Bonnet, despite Izzy's sword still pointed at his fucking chest, actually leans forward.

(Closer now, the thought says, "Izzy, Izzy, Izzy.")

Bonnet's eyes are wide, unblinking as he says, "But is it?"

("You know me," says the thought, and it sounds amused, and bored, and it's walking right past him and moving until it's looking out of this new captain's eyes, and--)

Izzy breaks. And after a bit more theatre, Bonnet wins.

Which could be fine, maybe, if Izzy'd been bested by another Blackbeard... but he wasn't. Stede fucking Bonnet is nothing like Blackbeard. Never mind the fuckery-- that was amateur theatricals, that's all. And certainly never mind the madness-- just a pampered rich boy who managed to make Izzy Hands blink.

Reason enough to hate Bonnet right there. Because if Izzy Hands has to confront the idea that someone silly and stupid with more money than sense can do exactly what Blackbeard does, but backwards and in heels with bows on them, then he'll have to confront some grim fucking truths about how exactly Edward has become a "legend" and what it means that Izzy was fooled by it for so very, very long.

[xamaxenta]

An addition for the lingerie ask, I always imagined Sabo was the kind of person to wear a sleek silk robe that just barely covered the cheeks and was held together by the loosely tied belt, meanwhile Ace would rock some kinky ass lingerie that makes him look like a fuckin god, something with straps and garters and lace~

Thats just. Yeah anon this is my gospel

Those super short shiny silk robes and he barely ties it up so the folds drape open around his chest and god, wouldnt Sabo look divine…

Ace is definitely a showgirl kind of guy he wears the harness and the garters and all the paraphernalia just because all of it accentuates and enhances his assets bc he knows hes hot af

Someone wrote a fic where originally Ace wore a corset as a sub thing but bc Sabo was acting bratty Ace finds a new dominant streak inside himself due to the corset and the power of his forced curves n stuff it was so hot who was that im shit at names but just know i love u

[threadsun]

You got it boss! Here is the full completed vertion of "Ian is done with Jean's shit" enjoy

Jean doesn’t even knock before slamming open Ian’s door “The fuck am I here for?” Ian pops his head out of the kitchen “Oh, you actually came! Just shut the door behind you and come in here. I have a surprise for you” Jean was already suspicious, Ian acting this chipper was never normal but after the week of hell Jean had just put him through it was down right creepy. Maybe he actually broke him this time? The thought brings a smile to his face as he closes and locks the front door behind him

Jean waltzes his way to the kitchen to see Ian scooping ladle fulls of something from a pot into a bowl “Please, take a seat” Jean admires the cute pink apron Ian is wearing for him, he meant it as a gag gift but it looks nice on him, it would look even nicer without all the clothes underneath it “Here you are, I hope you like it” Ian places the bowl in front of him and he can finally see what it is, mushroom stew. It’s not a complicated recipe to be sure but it was the first dish Jean ever learned how to make, making it a bit of a comfort food for him

Jean looks up at Ian…no, no there’s no way Ian would poison him. The little bitch couldn’t live without him. He takes a small spoonful of the stew and has to stop the embarrassingly loud moan that almost comes from him as he does. It’s good, really fuckin good, since when could Ian cook? Jean snaps from his own bliss and pats himself down “I…I’m alive?” Ian rolls his eyes “Y-You like it?” Jean makes himself pause, eating another spoonful to try and sell his indecisiveness

“Hm, well I’m not dead so there’s that. Maybe cut it back with the salt next time” He’s lying through his teeth, this might be the best thing Jean’s ever tasted. He can’t tell if Ian changed the recipe or if it was just the fact someone else actually took the time to learn and make his favorite dish, but it’s fucking good. Wait, why is there only half of it left? Damn it, slow down, he’s gonna think you actually like it “Uh, so, how’d you make it? I mean, it tastes nothing like mine so how’d you fuck it up?”

Ian giggles “Oh, I just swapped out a few mushrooms is all. I think they’re called…purple fuckers? That’s what the foraging book said anyway” Jean freezes, purple fuckers? He remembers his first time eating one of those things, knocked him out for a solid fifteen minutes. And he just ate a bowl full of them…oh fu-

The first thing Jean notices as he stirs from passing out is just how cold he is. He tries to move his hand to his body to warm himself up, tries being the word to focus on. As he moves his arms he can feel the light tug of rope on his wrist. He tries his legs and gets the same feeling from his ankles “Oh good, they wore off just in time. Good morning honey~” Jean opens his eyes to see Ian, he’s changed from his frilly pink apron into a black leather harness, the straps accentuating all of his curves. Ian reaches his hand to Jeans face, lightly brushing his hair to one side before slowly trailing down his neck to his bare chest

Jean’s eyes follow Ian’s hand, only now realizing he was stark naked. He starts to writhe, struggling against the ropes “I-Ian?” Jean curses himself for stuttering “Y-Yes?” Ian mocks “This…this isn’t funny. Just let me go, no one has to know about this” Ian giggles “Know about what? You giving me that black eye last week? You forcing your cock down my throat behind your prestigious restaurant? Or maybe, how you’re already hard from the thought of being my little rape slut?” Shit

“Ian you let me go right the fuck now or so help me-” Jean’s threat is cut short by Ian’s hand wrapping around his throat “Oh no, no no no, that’s not how this works honey. This is my night, I am going to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name, and there’s nothing you can do that will stop me” Jean can’t tell if his lightheadedness is due to the choking or how slow and sharp Ian’s words are. Ian lets go of his throat making Jean cough and gasp for air. He leans down to Jean’s ear to whisper “You remember your safeword?” Jean groans and rolls his eyes “Don’t fuckin ruin this with your consent bullshi-”

Jean’s cut off by the feeling of something cold running across his cheek, where the fuck did he get a knife? “Safeword or I untie you and make you do the walk of shame home still hard” God damn it “Whiskey” Jean is rewarded with Ian’s knife lightly running over his adam’s apple “Good boy~ Let’s see if we can keep up that obedience streak” Once Ian takes the knife away from him neck Jean starts trashing against the ropes “You’re fuckin sick, you know that? Get the hell away from me” Jean lets out a little yelp as Ian grabs his cock, precum oozing from the tip as he squeezes it

“Aw, that’s not what your body’s telling me. So slick from just a few threats, you love this don’t you?” Jean uses every ounce of willpower he has not to buck up into Ian’s hand, he’s not even moving it, just lightly squeezing “Ian, fuck, stop. Just let me go” Ian chuckles at this “Can I get a please?” “Fuck you” “A shame” Jean has to fight back a whimper as Ian’s grip tightens “God you look so cute like this, I just want to take you right now, but I can wait. I want you to break before I fuck you” Jean forces out a laugh “Break me? A little bitch like you couldn’t break a glow sti-ah!”

Jean wants to just forget about time, about the ache and burn in his wrists, but Ian just won’t let him, making him read the time off his bedside clock every ten minutes “Time baby~” Jean whines “F-Fuck, it’s been ah-an hour now” Ian chuckles “And what do we say?” Jean groans, having to reach so far to find his trademark brattiness “Make me cum…now” Ian brings him up to the edge before sighing “Wrong again” Jean doesn’t even have the energy to thrash against the ropes, letting out a low whine as Ian pulls his hand away from his aching cock

“Hmm, maybe I should just leave for an hour or two, maybe then you’ll learn some manners” Jean feels the panic rise into his chest as Ian stands up from the bed “Wait, wait wait wait, you can’t leave, don’t fuckin leave-Ian! I need you” Ian stops, door handle in hand “What was that honey?” Jean hates how his cock twitches at the nickname “I…I need you to make me cum” Ian sighs as he turns the handle “No! Fuck, Ian…I…I need you” He opens to door “Damn it…please” Ian chuckles “Now was that so hard? Again”

Fuck it, the damn has already been opened, time for the flood “Please, please please please let me cum for you. I need it, I need you, I need your cock Ian, please” Ian walks away from the door and sits back on the bed “Such a good boy for me. Do you know what good boys get?” Jean moans as he blows a little air onto the leaking tip of his dick, Ian chuckles again “Good boys get to cum” That’s the only warning Jean gets before Ian swallows his cock, moaning at the taste of him

That’s all he needed, Jean’s vision goes white, completely overcome by his orgasm. Ian makes sure not to spill a single drop of his cum, swallowing some of it but keeping as much as he can in his mouth. He crawls up the bed and gives Jean a quick kiss. As the kiss deepens Ian opens his mouth, letting Jean’s cum rush into his own mouth “Swallow” Jean doesn’t hesitate, gulping down his own cum as ordered “Oh, such a good boy~ What’s your safeword honey?”

It takes Jean a minute to trust his own voice again “Whiskey…More, please…I need more” Ian leans in for another quick kiss before reaching over to his nightstand “See? I knew you had some manners under there” Ian squeezes some lube onto his cock before lining up with Jean’s entrance “Now, while I could warm you up I think we’re both aching for this, and I know you can take it honey~” Jean whimpers “N-No, no no it-it won’t fi-ah!”

Ian thrusts into him without warning, only managing to slip his head inside before filling him up with his cum. He doesn’t slow down, using his cum to make slipping into him easier “Ha, so good~ Such a good little hole for me to use, do you want that? Do you want to be my little fleshlight?” Jean can’t even respond, finally letting himself enjoy being Ian’s toy and letting go “F-Fuck, safeword baby” Damn it “Wh-Whiskey, I swear to god if you stop” Ian breathes out a laugh as he ruts into him “S-Sorry, shit, it’s so much hotter knowing you want this”

They both lose track of how long they go for, the only indication of time passing being the building pool of cum on and in Jean’s stomach and ass and the long forgotten clock on Ian’s bedside table. After spilling one final load inside of him Ian collapses, just lying there with Jean for a moment before uniting him “Fuck…are you ok? You can feel your fingers right?” Jean wiggles his fingers and toes “Mhm” Ian giggles “Wow, no sassy comment? I must of fucked you good~” Jean only has enough energy to roll his eyes

After lying there for a long while Ian helps Jean up so they can take a shower together. Ian has to help Jean keep up right as they wash up, his attitude coming back little by little as he remembers how to use his abused vocal cords. Jean whimpers as he presses back against him “How the fuck are you hard again?” Ian giggles “Sorry, you’re just so cute like this~ You don’t have to do anything, I’ll just deal with it on my own” Jean grumbles “The fuck you will”

Once they get back to the bed Jean grabs a pillow and puts it on the floor, sinking to his knees and kissing Ian’s cock “Ah, w-wait, you don’t have to-” “You want more so you’re getting more. Now shut the fuck up and let me taste you” It doesn’t take long before Ian’s shooting his cum into Jean’s throat over and over again. Once Jean thinks he’s had enough he lets his softening cock out of his mouth with a lewd pop “Fu…Fuck…Where the fuck did that come from?” Jean chuckles “Don’t get it twisted, you’re still my bitch, understand?” They both crawl back into bed and cuddle up with each other “Wouldn’t have it any other way~”

😳👀🥵 That Was So Fucking Good!!!!!! I love the like... sharp turns between rough and sweet, and the fact that they both So Clearly enjoy each other despite Everything!!!! 10/10 I will be reading this again regularly!!!

[charminstasia]

NSFW HC for the love of my life Mr. Kento Nanami since like 1 person asked lol

I write for the chubby kinky black girls/non-binaries

NANAMI NSFW HC/Drabble

Is lowkey an exhibitionist and voyeur but he would never admit it

He loves watching you try to get off without his help. How helpless you look, it boosts his ego

I keep seein HC where they describe his 🍆 as like only 6 in….LIES. This man is long and thick, he’s at least 8in. I will not be taking any criticism

Has a daddy/sir kink HEAVY

Loves having his fingers sucked. Definitely the type to put them in your mouth when y’all fuckin.

He can be submissive but that’s only when he’s really stressed or does it to humor you a little (I’m a switch so fuck off)

He’s very quiet mostly grunts and really low moans but once he’s submissive or once he’s more comfortable he’s definitely a lot louder

Eye contact- loves looking into your eyes

Office sex at least once. You surprised him with lunch at his job with a cute little track suite on thinking you wouldn’t stay long…you were in the office with his tie in your mouth and the jacket of your suite tied around your arms back against his desk

Likes hair pulling, loves when you pull his when he’s eating you out. He will literally guide your hand into his hair

Sucks titties- I don’t make the rules I just enforce them 🤷🏾

He look like he eat ass (don’t come for me but like…he do)

Loves hearing you not matter how loud or soft he loves every sound

You gueef and he laughs

He’s into body worship- loves to make you feel loved so what better way then to worship every single part of you

He’s trimmed not completely hairless but definitely neat and keeps his happy trail

He’s into BDSM- not sit here and look me in the eye to try and argue with me on this. This man is definitely into some shit. He has hard kinks

I mean the man wears a fuckin harness use context clues

Those cute pet names he calls you? Yea they definitely come out in the bedroom, along with some other ones

If you aren’t into bdsm or anything y’all try he’ll completely understand and won’t ask to try it again

He’s very gentle the first time y’all have sex, constantly asking if you’re ok and if you want to keep going

Has a safe word even for vanilla sex

THE KING OF AFTERCARE

[banannabethchase]

DrewSeth meetcute at a Eurodance club night (bonus points for title being from an Aqua or Vengaboys song)

Try My Luck

Song: Kylie by Akcent. I strongly suggest playing it in the background for the ~vibes.

~

Seth adjusts the black mesh shirt over his torso, making sure it clings to him right above the cut of his abs.

"You look like a slut," Mox says, a little too conversationally for the way he's glaring at Seth. "That's not fair. You can't be hot and a slut."

Seth shrugs, wiggling his neon-pink clad butt at Mox. "You'll find some hot guy to take you home. Don't worry." He winks. "Are these shorts too short?"

"Don't do the Posh Spice bit," Mox pleads. "You don't need it."

Seth grins and hikes the shorts up a little more. "Better?"

"I hate you."

"You don't!"

The music is so loud that they can hear it as they skip toward the venue. Well. Seth is skipping. Mox is moodily trudging behind him.

"You're so fucking boring," Seth says, sliding into the line. "If you'd let me put you in that harness, you'd have guys crawling all over you by now."

Mox rolls his eyes. "It was itchy. I won't wear itchy stuff. You know that."

Seth shrugs. The music shifts to something distinctly EuroPop. "Oh, perfect."

"Next week we're going to a sports bar," Mox huffs. "It's so fuckin' loud."

Mox and Seth argue over the merits of sports bars vs. dance clubs until they're in front of the door, hit with a delicious wall of air conditioning.

"ID please," says a voice that nearly strips the shorts off of Seth on its own.

Seth looks up to see a gigantic, looming bodyguard, from whom he guesses the accent came from. He grins. "Sure," Seth says, fluttering his eyelashes. "But I think I'd rather do you in the backseat of my car."

"We walked here," Mox groans. "Stop hitting on people with factually incorrect pickup lines."

"Factually incor - do you hear this guy?" Seth asks the bouncer. His eyes are still locked on the gaps in Seth's shirt, so he thinks he's still doing okay. "God, what I would do to spend time with a real man."

"I'm the bouncer," he says. "I'm not here to pick up guys. Just to check IDs and kick out anyone who's being reckless."

Seth pouts. "Can't I be a little reckless?"

He rolls his eyes, but leans down. "If you stay around until my shift ends, maybe I'll show you what happens if you get on the bouncer's bad side."

Seth grins. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Don't antagonize me," he replies, accent going directly to Seth's dick. "ID."

Seth hands it to him. "I can write my number on the back, if that helps."

"it doesn't," the bouncer says. "But, since I know you're called Seth, I'm Drew."

"Drew," Seth says, testing the name in his mouth. "I'll see you later tonight, then."

Seth is buzzing with adrenaline as they walk into the bar, the music crashing into them and filling Seth with the kind of excitement only this kind of a place could create.

"I can't believe you picked up the bouncer."

Seth turns to Mox, who, for once, looks impressed and happy walking into a bar. "Why? Did you underestimate me that criminally?"

"No," Mox says, "but your hair is sticking up in the back, and I'm shocked the guy went for you."

[positivelybeastly]

♔ -  pajamas / bedtime outfit

♤ -  Look-At-Me-I’m-Hella-Attractive Outfit

♢ -  FINAL BOSS Armor

♔ -  pajamas / bedtime outfit

Already answered twice, BUT. I want to give a shoutout to the rare shirtless 60s Hank!

This is allegedly what he wears during his study hour, but, like . . . Hank. Those are pyjama bottoms. Those are just straight up pyjama bottoms! Do you . . . study better in the borderline nude???

Everyone else is fully dressed, in this, Uncanny X-Men #3, circa 1964, and Hank McCoy is already more than ready to fuckin' show off what God and the X-Gene gave him.

Who knew he was destined to live most of his life shirtless? Stan Lee and Jack KIrby, apparently.

♤ -  Look-At-Me-I’m-Hella-Attractive Outfit

Hank likes to dress up fancy. Now, this is partly to distract from his obvious beastly visage - he has a complicated relationship with masculinity, and you could argue that part of his almost obnoxious sexuality is, to a degree, performative. He wants you to see him as a man before you see him as a Beast . . . but I also think he just likes to dress up well. I think there's a degree of pageantry to it.

The turtleneck is such a good look on him, I love it.

♢ -  FINAL BOSS Armor

So, it's very rare that you'll see Hank armour up? He's a bouncy jumpy man, he doesn't believe in armour, per se. That being said, if this were an RPG, and Hank was in your endgame party, I imagine he'd probably go for one of the following looks.

Jean Grey School Science Adventurer (I adore this outfit)

Bandoliers, pouches, radio, kevlar, harness, goggles - the man's fucking ready to go, he's prepared, he is tired of having to jury rig gadgets, he is ON IT.

And now, we have to dip into two alternate futures, for looks that I love, even if they require Hank to be very much evil.

Sublime Beast (fuck I love this design)

White, purple, FUCKING COMBAT BOOTS? I would not fuck with him if he looked like this.

. . . Well.

I mean, I would fuck with him, but not like - ANYWAY.

And, even though this entire plotline was complete garbage bullshit that went nowhere and came from the mind of Ben Percy . . . I actually kinda like Nimrod Beast because it's so stupid and strange.

A design like this, but as more of an Iron Man style armour that still gave him free movement? I'd be down for that, honestly.

[wheatnoodle]

that trend on tiktok with the guy in the scream mask taking a pic of his victim but it’s billy and steve

billy in the scream mask, wearing a black button down that of course he leaves open, abs on display and a fuckin harness on his chest. sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he’s got on like black gloves and these tight black jeans with like some knife holster strapped to his thigh.

he stands over steve laying face down on the ground, fake blood smears from his lips, nose, and throat. he grabs a fistful of messy brown hair, yanks his head up to show off the mess of fake blood and the collar he’s got around his neck. billy’s phone comes into view in front of steve’s face and the camera flash goes off. steve gives the camera a clearly satisfied smile and lets billy drop his head back on the ground when he’s done

the video blows up overnight and now they gotta answer the mass texts from their friends asking what the fuck was that

[ghosts-of-love]

love the guy at trans pride today who ran over to tell me he liked my outfit like,, boy what fuckin outfit?? i was wearing shorts and a leather harness in a thunderstorm ??