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Solangelo + Hazel + me + my bestie :P
For the past few months i was working on some personal projects so i thought it would be nice to share them with yall so.
Heres are some emojis i made for my friend's discord server (its Epic and Greek mytho themed, yes)
A i forgor-
Supposed to be having b*ngs on the beach, but the weather is shithouse (like cyclone worthy). So here I am, thinking about Rocket and Bucky and g*nplay lmao. ((Had to re upload tumblr hates me ahhh))
Hold my hand and imagine this with me!! Rocket x Bucky x gn!reader
Rocket drags the blaster along your skin like he’s testing a theory.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Cool metal skating over your side, your ribs, dragging down just enough to make your breath hitch.
“Oh,” he hums, delighted. “Yeah. Look at that.”
Your skin betrays you immediately — goosebumps rising in its wake, breath stuttering sharp like you didn’t mean for it to.
Rocket laughs. Soft. Mean. Pleased.
“Didn’t even touch ya,” he says. “You’re already shakin’.”
Bucky sees everything.
He’s close behind you, hands steady at your waist, thumbs pressing in just enough to feel your pulse jump. His voice is calm…almost gentle, which somehow makes it worse.
“Breathe,” he murmurs. “You’re doing fine.”
Rocket traces higher this time. Lingers. The blaster is never aimed — just present, cool and unyielding, reminding you who’s holding it.
Your breath catches again.
Bucky exhales a quiet chuckle. “There it is.”
Rocket watches it ripple through you like a live wire, ears flicking, grin sharp.
“See?” he says, playful and cruel. “Your body answers before your mouth does.”
He traces again, slower now, memorising the way you shiver. Never threatening. Never careless. Just enough pressure to remind you the blaster is real, and so is the control.
Bucky tightens his grip at your waist, grounding, possessive. His thumb presses into your side, rubbing at your exposed skin.
“Every time,” he murmurs, almost fond. “You try to hold it together.”
Your breath stutters anyway.
Rocket clicks his tongue. “Aw, don’t fight it.” He leans in, voice warm and wicked. “We ain’t even started.”
Bucky’s breath brushes your ear, low and calm.
“Let it happen,” he says. “We’ve got you.”
The blaster lifts away — not gone, just out of reach.
Rocket watches the way you tense at the absence, grin cutting.
“Yeah,” he mutters. “Knew it.”
Bucky doesn’t soothe you. Doesn’t rush. His hands stay firm, anchoring, like this is exactly where you’re meant to be.
“Stay right there,” he says evenly.
Rocket taps the blaster against his palm once, wicked glisten in his eye
“Let’s see how long you last.”
hey this is 100% self indulgent but i lov monky
mulaaaan
Old doodles I stuck on cuz they were cool
I think I've already posted this here tho
Dami & Alex, mid to late 2025 I GOT HOME EARLY CUZ school bomb threat speedrun GUYS LETSGOOOOAHAHAHAHA
human!gamzee. a guy with tourettes, and when a rage attack occurs he tries his hardest to force himself to smoke weed so he can calm down and not hurt someone
