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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
i don't do bad sauce passes
Monterey Bay Aquarium
ellievsbear
we're not kids anymore.
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Mike Driver
hello vonnie
AnasAbdin
Xuebing Du
Kaledo Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle
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Sade Olutola
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@forgedasset-a
Since this blog has become a bit hard to keep track of, and has become cluttered, I’ve decided to reboot from scratch. I’m not dropping threads, this just means that if you’d like to continue our threads or continue plotting, feel free to message me for the new URL. You’re welcomed to message me here, or Disco.
Since this blog has become a bit hard to keep track of, and has become cluttered, I’ve decided to reboot from scratch. I’m not dropping threads, this just means that if you’d like to continue our threads or continue plotting, feel free to message me for the new URL. You’re welcomed to message me here, or Disco.
Since this blog has become a bit hard to keep track of, and has become cluttered, I’ve decided to reboot from scratch. I’m not dropping threads, this just means that if you’d like to continue our threads or continue plotting, feel free to message me for the new URL. You’re welcomed to message me here, or Disco.
Since this blog has become a bit hard to keep track of, and has become cluttered, I’ve decided to reboot from scratch. I’m not dropping threads, this just means that if you’d like to continue our threads or continue plotting, feel free to message me for the new URL. You’re welcomed to message me here, or Disco.
Since this blog has become a bit hard to keep track of, and has become cluttered, I’ve decided to reboot from scratch. I’m not dropping threads, this just means that if you’d like to continue our threads or continue plotting, feel free to message me for the new URL. You’re welcomed to message me here, or Disco.
Since this blog has become a bit hard to keep track of, and has become cluttered, I’ve decided to reboot from scratch. I’m not dropping threads, this just means that if you’d like to continue our threads or continue plotting, feel free to message me for the new URL. You’re welcomed to message me here, or Disco.
Since this blog has become a bit hard to keep track of, and has become cluttered, I’ve decided to reboot from scratch. I’m not dropping threads, this just means that if you’d like to continue our threads or continue plotting, feel free to message me for the new URL. You’re welcomed to message me here, or Disco.
Since this blog has become a bit hard to keep track of, and has become cluttered, I’ve decided to reboot from scratch. I’m not dropping threads, this just means that if you’d like to continue our threads or continue plotting, feel free to message me for the new URL. You’re welcomed to message me here, or Disco.
Since this blog has become a bit hard to keep track of, and has become cluttered, I’ve decided to reboot from scratch. I’m not dropping threads, this just means that if you’d like to continue our threads or continue plotting, feel free to message me for the new URL. You’re welcomed to message me here, or Disco.
@forgedasset liked for a starter of Shuri as the Black Panther
Shuri easily runs up to block the bullet that was coming towards him, chuckling a little as it merely bounces off her suit. “ You have to be faster old man ! “ the Black Panther teases him while continuing to take down the intruders.
Now, this was a good way to put the Vibranium arm to the test. Learning how to use it by primarily using it against the incoming enemies, pausing when he suddenly spots Shuri directly in front of him. A chuckle escaping his lips, certainly grateful in that moment that she was there. Teamwork was good, even if there was a bit of teasing in between every so often. “You said it yourself - I’m an old man.” Another left hook, easily throwing the enemy off of their balance, allowing him the upper hand.
Biting back a snort, Bucky seems particularly amused by this one. With a shake of his head, he’s able to piece together why he must have been asking such a thing. “Nah, kid. I wasn’t the one trying to kill you.” He pauses, a visible smirk slowly pulling across his face as his gaze narrows. “There’s no trying with me. Only doing.”
inkybrainz:
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I’m finally in a new house, in a stable and fitting environment, and will not be moving any time soon! All details involving the pricing, process, and what to expect are shown above, however do not hesitate to browse my artwork for other examples and ideas either here, on deviantART, or Instagram @ InkyBrainz.
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Teasing and jesting had been a familiar concept during their developing companionship. It was something that’d helped Bucky laugh on his worst days–the days when he couldn’t shake nightmares or memories that’d been dug up unintentionally. The arrangement had been unexpected after Siberia, a phone call having been placed briefly in order to reconcile Merkel’s appearance. He was truly a ghost to most people and may have been the best choice given the present company Steve had kept.
If anything, the time with Bucky in Wakanda had allowed for Merkel to genuinely relax for the first time in virtual years. For years he’d been working for SHIELD with constant assignments being tossed his way, leaving little room for any sort of break. Merkel had found something of a home inside Wakanda and he relished in every moment spent there.
Hands come to rest upon the man’s waist as Bucky shifted, his hand drawing up to rest upon his cheek. Oh, it was intimate and far more meaningful in this light. There’s a moment of hesitation before Merkel’s succumbing to the gesture, resting his skin lightly against the man’s palm. Greens soften as Merkel looked upon Bucky, lips quirking into a small smile as he spoke. “I’ll make an exception and take your thanks, Bucky.”he mused, voice soft–quiet almost in their shared space,”You mean far more to me than you know.”
Ah, so perhaps, things weren’t overly one-sided. Admittedly, he’d grown to become incredibly fond of Merkel. At the very least, he can admit that if Merkel decided it was time to pack up and go home - he’d certainly miss him. Though he’d put on a front, he’d become a little bit lost without his company. It’s been so long by now, that he has yet to come to the reality that this can easily be temporary. Which may be why he’s spilling a bit of what’s on his mind, because he knows all too well, that good things like this had to end sooner or later. It’s why he savors the moment, and caresses the side of his face.
Seeming lost in thought, with the way that he looks at him. The way his thumb slowly runs across his prominent cheekbone, it’s as if he’s completely absorbed in the moment.
Seems to have finally clicked in his mind that he’s been silent, and he brings himself back to reality. “I could say the same thing about you.” No sarcastic remark follows. Nothing in his tone even indicates that he’s joking. “You don’t know how important you’ve become to me during this time.” It would have been inevitable, or at least, for Bucky. Having someone there for some of the most vital times in his life, always willing to lend him a hand. Someone that could draw a smile from his lips on even the gloomiest days. Hell, sometimes when he opened his eyes from a nightmare - Merkel was the first person he’d see.
By now, he should have pulled away. Should have put some form of distance between them, but it seems that he’s leaning in closer, and closer. Until there’s truly very little distance between them. Until he’s breathing in Merkel’s scent, and he can feel every exhale against his own skin. This was intimate, especially with the way that Bucky’s blue eyes flick down towards his lips. Making what’s going through his mind painfully obvious. The very thought, causing for him to bite down on his lower lip. Wondering just for a second, if it was worth the risk... knowing that this moment could affect the outcome of their friendship. This could end it, and it nearly makes him pull away. But temptation is too much for him, even too much. Certainly, when their lips are less than an inch apart. “I want to kiss you.” A simple statement, that’s hardly a whisper. It’s also a question, a chance given for Merkel to pull away.
waketothefire:
Barry’s bouncing with every step, trying to contain his extra energy. His knee had been jumping the entire plane ride, in fact. And oh man, did Bucky walk fast. Barry’s normal pace wasn’t enough, but that was an easily solvable problem. Wait, should he be calling him Barnes instead? Was Bucky too informal. Hold on, they were on a mission. Did that mean he was the Winter Soldier here? Or was that a name that struck bad memories? At least Barry had been able to choose the Flash for the most part.
He hadn’t exactly been sure what he was talking about when Bucky had finally spoken. He had been in between breaths though, and the abrupt stop somehow made some spit go down the wrong pipe. Firmly pursing his lips together, Barry fought the urge to start coughing. Face starting to flush, he joined Bucky in his position, figuring that the man knew more than him on these sorts of things.
“Yeah, sure,” he said, voice slightly strained. He lightly cleared his throat, which only helped a little. A quick step and he flashed out of sight.
Split second passes where his mind seems to be comprehending the speed that the Speedster had just moved in. Even now, he’s yet to get used to such a thing. It’s almost incredible, really, and he can’t help the lingering curiosity that came with it. He wouldn’t ask, especially not in a time like this where they’re in the middle of a mission. A mission that he’s sure is a trap, from the enemy end. Shaking his head, he treads forward. Seeking higher ground, a place where he could get a better view of the whole area to see what’s going on. Knowing that even if he was incredibly fast, something could still go wrong.
Gaze narrows ever so slightly, taking in their surrounding. Nothing, yet. Not a damn sound, not a single movement. Place looked like a wasteland. Just when he thought so, he could see a couple vans beginning to breach the location. With a buzz, they’re granted access to the area, where they strategically spread out.
Lips purse, figuring that this was the cue for them to know whether or not something strange was going on here. If they had been rightfully sent, or if a mistake had been made. If they were right, they should be hauling a whole hell of a lot of weapons, they should have been importing things that would get them sentenced for life in prison. “Hey, kid.” Voice is low. So that he isn’t heard in case there’s someone near, and so that he doesn’t wind up spooking Barry by suddenly projecting his voice into his ear. “You think you can get in close? Find out what they’re bringin’ in?” A pause. “If you can’t, don’t risk it.”
runawayagent:
Charlotte’s attention was finally drawn away from her work at his comment about having no edible food. She hadn’t been out for that long, had she? The last time she checked, she had plenty of food. Brows furrowing, she closed her laptop and stood from the table, going over to the fridge and opening it. Sure enough, it was practically empty, as were each of the cabinets she checked. She really must have been out of it for longer than she thought.
“Alright, alright,” Charlotte said, turning around to face James. “We’ll go out. Tonight I’ll make a list and we can go grocery shopping tomorrow. I’m sorry I was out for so long.”
Well, this was a success. Given that he had originally expected her to be a bit more stubborn. Albeit, he’s glad that she wasn’t.
Patience is running low, since he was never one that was too friendly or patient when hungry. And because for now, he seems to be behaving and making an attempt for them to be on the same page, make it easier for them to get along. Especially if they’re going to head out and get something good, it might as well be made worth the trip. Hence why he doesn’t retort with anything, except for a light shrug that pulls over his shoulders before sliding into his leather jacket, only to blend in a little bit easier.
Turning, he grabs her coat off the hanger and takes a few steps over in order to hang it over, since it’s cold out.
“Here, you’ll need this.” As if he needed her distracted, hungry and cold. “Look, it’s fine. Tomorrow, we can go out and get something. After all, the fruit markets tend to set up in the area on Saturday mornings. We can swing by while we’re at it.” It was a bit old fashioned, and the people tended to be chatty. One of the parts that he didn’t entirely enjoy, but there was something about the place that caught his attention.
“It all happened so fast.”
Though he won’t admit it, he had just been scared out of his wits. Not for what they had just witnessed, but because it had been such a close call. Even now, Bucky is trying to make sense of what had happened. The path they had taken, it’s the path they always take on their walk back home. A shortcut, really. Until now, there had never been a problem. Not even the indication that there would ever be one. But it had, and it had his heart pumping. Drumming loud and fast inside of his chest. Brows are tightly knitted together, using a damp rag to try and clean off as much blood as possible from her temple. Left hand is grasping her chin, using it to tilt her head back ever so slightly and make it easier to clean. Albeit, with his hold alone? He’s shaking. Not because what they had seen scared him, but because it had gotten too close to Rebecca. Had anything happened? God, he didn’t want to think of that.
He never would have had it in him to confront their parents. Tell them that something had hurt her badly, or something worse than that.
“I know.” Tone of his voice is normal, casual. Playing it off, not wanting to freak her out even more. He had to be levelheaded, it’s what his father had always taught him. Levelheaded and strong, the one that looks out for the family in every sense of the word. “I don’t…” Trailing off, he draws in a breath and releases her chin. Bucky takes a step back, taking a seat at the edge of the bathtub, fingers running through short hair. “I don’t know what happened back there, Bec.” He hated not knowing, not being able to tell her that she was safe now. Were they safe? Didn’t feel like it. He’s tense, and he has the strangest feeling that they’re being watched. As if that very creature was lurking outside their home, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, for the right time to finally finish the both of them off.
He figures it’s his nerves that are influencing his train of thought. Making him think a bit more grim than what was necessary.
Immediately, he pushes the thought away. Repeating in his head, over and over again, that they were safe. Their parents would be back before nightfall, and nothing would happen then - right? “We shouldn’t tell ‘em.” Suddenly, his voice grows lower. As if worried that somehow, someone was going to overhear them. “They’re gonna call us crazy, Ma’s gonna think we got int’a somethin’ we shouldn’t have and you know Dad. He’s never gonna let us outta this house again.” They were close minded, there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that they were going to wind up being punished for stating something had attacked them. Something that wasn’t human, nor an animal. “We just won’t take that path ever again.” Sounded like a temporary solution. Or it was just two damn kids, trying to find a way to not relive something, and not get into trouble for something that wasn’t in their control to begin with.
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