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Anyone want a quick sketch request? I’m working on a commission but need some warm up work. Only accepting 3 sketch requests~ just dm me for a request.
Please note, I will not do fetish art and would prefer humanoid characters
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“Quit lookin` at me with those judgemental eyes will ya?”
“Who said they were judgmental? Maybe these are my bedroom eyes! Now ya would never know.” She teased.
‘Well there’s nothing for you to judge for your information. This is only the 3rd dumpster I’ve been thrown into this week.”
Just realized I never posted pictures of our new kitten on here! She’s an asshole and we love her very much~
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Jax had been living on the street for awhile now. He hid in the darkness, not wanting to get close to anyone. He couldn't trust them, how could with everything that had gone on in his life.
He went from abandon building to abandon build, just looking for some shelter and he thought he found a good one to stay at for awhile. Until a man was flung through the door of the room he was staying in.
His eyes widen and he scuffles back into a corner, trying to be as hidden as possible as watched the scene unfold in front of him.
This wasn’t something Bucky had been expecting. This mission was supposed to be quick, easy, an in and out job, that’s what he was told. It was just an intelligence gathering gig, this faction was supposed to be small, under resourced, not a small military installment. He would have words with the intel committee if he could manage to get out of this with his head still attached to his shoulders.
A stray grenade was what sent him flying through the doors of the abandoned warehouse. He managed to block himself from the worst of the blast, but the force of it was still able to shove him violently against the doors, causing the glass to break and his body to skid across the ground. “Fuck!” He gasped on impact. He didn’t have much time to gather his senses before forced himself up and crouched behind some old storage containers. He reached for the assault riffle strapped to his back and checked his ammo. Not enough... this was one he would either have to punch his way out of or make a run for it.
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As she moved closer she could tell that something wasn’t right. She expected a quip or an invitation to join him, but when he was barely able to mumble out what sounded to her like nonsense she could feel a panic rising in her chest. She dropped her bags and knelt by his side, cupping his face in her hands. He looked drained, like he wasn’t really there and worse he could barely open his eyes. “Cas? What the hell happened to you?” She muttered and started feeling around his scalp for a head injury but was surprised not to find anything. “Hey, can you hear me?” If it wasn’t a head injury, she could at least try to move him into the apartment and consider her options. She knew Cas didnt like hospitals, but if she couldn’t figure this out they may not have any other option.
Cas pushed Wanda’s hands away from his head when she was feeling around for an injury. “You smell like celery... have you been eating celery? Celery isn’t high in nutrients.” He rambled, slowly sitting up with her help when she asked if he could hear her. “When did you get here?” He asked, still slurrinsomewhat and working a little more to get his eyes open fully.
“What happened?” he asked as his mind started to settle, the awful swimming sensation calming a bit. “I was in the lobby... I saw you leave we...” he glanced around. “A lady was talking to me and I saw you leave...” he exhaled heavily and put his face in his hands with a groan. “I’ve got a headache.” He grumbled.
Wanda frowned when Cas tried to push her hands away. She instead placed them on his back as he tried to push himself up into a sitting position. “Careful, don’t force yourself.” She warned but stuck close. “Just now.” She answered then listened to him trying to gather his thoughts.
Her brows furrowed as he explained the last few things he remembered. “Cas, I went out to run errands hours ago.” She explained, looking him over with concern. “What woman? I didn’t see anyone with you when I left.” She began to stand up. “Let’s get you inside so we can get a better look at you. Can you stand?”
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Starter Call!! Clint Barton
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Ray casually is trying to sneak Lucky out without Clint noticing the dog-napping in progress.
Clint imediately throws himself on the floor without a second thought, grabbing for Ray’s ankles “No!! Not Pizza Dog! I offer myself as tribute! Take me instead!”
“I’m freezing, hold me.”- boundinmybones
“I told ya to get yourself a jacket before we left.” Bucky pointed out before glancing over to Zeph. With a sigh he slipped his own jacket off and draped it over her shoulders. “You know, it wouldn’t kill ya to listen to me every now and then.” His arm draped over her. “What is this place we’re going to anyway?”
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“Marinara sauce is just a tomato smoothie. Salsa is just tomato fruit salad. There’s literally nothing stopping people from drinking marinara sauce like a smoothie or eating salsa like fruit salad except for their own cowardice.”
“You’re completely ignoring the fact that eating those things like that is fucking disgusting.” Bucky pointed out with a shake of his head. “But this is you we’re talking about and I’ve seen the atrocities you’ve managed to shove down your gullet.”
“You just don’t wanna admit I’m right because you’re scared of the implications,” Clint retorted. “And I’m not saying I’m gonna do it, I’m just saying it’s totally possible.”
"The only implication possible is that your taste buds are busted." Like the rest of him. "You're probably the only person that I wouldn't be surprised to walk in on guzzling an entire bottle of marinara." Bucky pointed out with a slight grin pulling at the corner of his lips.
“i don’t care if you think you don’t need it. you’re getting it. i’m in charge of upgrades, am i not? this is gonna help protect you.”
“Funny coming from the guy who insisted I get rid of my boomerang arrows.” Clint huffed with a scowl as he crossed his arms. “Now none of `em come back to me! I gotta chase `em down, and sometimes they’re really up there like on telephone poles or on top of office buildings! You got some kind of fancy pants upgrade to fix that issue?”
Aimless, I think not [Thor]
“We are rebuilding Asgard. But I am not going to be the king.” He said.
Wanda looked the god over, trying to see any sign of jest, but there was none. “And how do you feel about that? Giving up the throne?”
“Marinara sauce is just a tomato smoothie. Salsa is just tomato fruit salad. There’s literally nothing stopping people from drinking marinara sauce like a smoothie or eating salsa like fruit salad except for their own cowardice.”
“You’re completely ignoring the fact that eating those things like that is fucking disgusting.” Bucky pointed out with a shake of his head. “But this is you we’re talking about and I’ve seen the atrocities you’ve managed to shove down your gullet.”
we were robbed by not getting to see this, in this essay—
