#Shadow billy

[sarahkomik]

Sarah's sister here (again)

gotta show something silly I drew a while ago

It's weezer with my favorite character

The prince is obviously there

Then there's hero from the property of hate (headcannon version too)

And then there's a gijinka for EKO from journey to the Savage planet

And then there's shadow billy

I'm basically sane

And my name is Amelie

[sunflowey]

[tazahan]

Diabolical

[paracosmicessence]

posting this to get it out of my drafts bc i’m pretty sure this is from last november??? idk bro but i was planning on redrawing but i have no time oops

[puppetmaster13u]

Who wants a prompt entirely in memes.

[wonderjanga]

C.C and Marylin Headcannons

Okay, so the other day I saw someone type about their headcannons for Billy. I wanna put my head cannons for him/his parents too cause I’ve been thinking about this for a while.

So as of now, I’ve been playing a bunch of Tomb Raider games. If you’ve played or at least heard of the franchise, you’d know that Lara’s an archeologist. And guess what? C.C. and Marylin are. (Btw am I spelling her name right 😭) So, in my mind. They both grew up in England and then immigrated to the US and met in Fawcett and blah blah blah. Now to the good stuff, you know how Lara exudes utter badassery? You do? Great! So all the heinous, wild, plot armor filled things she did in the newest TR trilogy (Tomb Raider, Rise of the Tomb Raider, and Shadow of the Tomb Raider) Marylin did all of that. I’m cooking guys I swear, just trust me. Then as for C.C., in my little mind, he’s half Norse and half British. So, you know that one game where Lara wields Mjölnir? (I think it was Tomb Raider Underworld?) He did that. Guys, I swear I’m cooking.

So now, cause Billy in Marvel form looks like their Dad, and Mary in Marvel form looks like Marylin, you gotta wonder what their old archeology buddies are thinking. They’re either not surprised, or they’re like are you flipping kidding me? I can imagine one of their old buddies going up to Billy and being like:

Buddy: “C.C.! You old bastard! How have you been? How’s the wife and kid? Also, quick question, you disappeared for a couple years and didn’t bother reaching out to anyone. You good?”

Billy: *Looks around before flying off cause he has no idea who this person is (he’s too young to remember them)*

I can also imagine the JL with this, specifically Batman. He runs facial recognition on Billy and finds C.C., Bruce is like okay, cool, finally, a clue about that man’s identity, only for him to find pictures, photos, and newspapers from the 40’s and 50’s (I believe in time bubble Fawcett. The Batson’s died in 58 and Billy and Mary were 8 at the time. By the time the time bubble appeared, they would’ve been 10 or 12.) So, Bruce digs a little deeper and finds that C.C. and Marylin have killed a lot of people during their time as archeologists (and they definitely have since I based them off of Lara. Guys, Lara has killed a lot of people.) He also finds out that C.C. and Marylin are dead. So now he’s left confuzzled as to who the heck Billy and Mary are, cause they look exactly like them. Or at least Marvel does and Mary looks like a teenage Marylin, so for all Bruce knows she’s Mary Batson and Marylin is actually dead. But then that raises another question for Bruce, where is Billy? Is he Captain Marvel Jr.? They look similar, but not completely. The whole thing has left Bruce with more questions than answers. It’s also left him looking at The Captain in a newer light. He didn’t think the man had the emotional capacity to have a serious relationship. (He thought he was too childish. Not that my Marvel is, he acts more like a 20 something year old guy instead of a kid) Not only that but now he at least has confirmation that Cap is human… maybe. But I also want to look at this with other heroes! Like Wildcat (the goat) he grew up during the Great Depression and due to his slow aging he was allowed to live all the way up to now. He might’ve seen the Batsons in the paper. He might’ve also read about how their plane went down. I can imagine him being like “Hmm… You’re familiar.”

There’s also Question who I know would be driven up a wall trying to figure out who Billy is, and if not Billy, then he’s trying to figure out where Marvel’s from, cause the Living Lightning is thousands of years old. Yet, he keeps getting led back to an archeologist whose plane fell down in- *gasp* Egypt! Near Kahndaq! *Double gasp* He spirals.

Then there’s also Black Adam, who does his own research on the champion. He finds out the same thing Question did about the plane. The next day he flies over to Fawcett:

Black Adam: “You sniveling worm! What were you doing near Kahndaq?!”

Billy: “Dude, what are you talking about?!”

Black Adam: “You know what I’m talking about, Batson!”

Billy: *Gives him the most horrified look Adam had ever seen on Marvel’s face.*

Oh, and let’s not forget about Ebenezer. Imagine seeing your dead brother, or at least someone that looks like your dead brother, fly around saving people. After everything he did to Billy, I’m sure he was scared shitless(pardon my French). But what I think is worse, is that he’d constantly be waiting for Marvel to do something, only for him to do nothing and just unknowingly leave Ebenezer in suspense for every waking moment. Bonus points if Ebenezer knew about the Lara Croft behavior.

[lupinsversion]

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐒𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲

• summary: when james is feeling a bit too needy, he decides to take a risk with reader.

• a/n: i’m bored and it’s thundering and all peaceful, so here’s a small bit of james’ smut to tuck you into bed tonight ;)

• contains: james potter x fem reader, established relationship, public sex, p in v, quickie, mentions of cum

• word count: 1.2k

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It was a rare, free period at Hogwarts, and students were taking advantage of the beautiful weather, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. James, however, was experiencing a different kind of neediness. He found himself walking around the grounds, his thoughts drifting to his girlfriend and the desire to be close to her. His eyes scanned the surroundings until they landed on a small, secluded corner, shielded from the main pathways.

A sly, mischievous smile spread across his face as his eyes landed on that secluded corner. It was a bit risky, but the allure of feeling her body against his, the need to be close to her despite the potential of getting caught, was too strong to resist.

She was sitting on the cool grass, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on her skin, when she felt a familiar presence approach her. She looked up to find James wearing a mischievous grin on his handsome face. He wordlessly gestured to the secluded corner, and she followed his gaze, her face heating up as she realized what he had in mind.

She should’ve been concerned about the potential of being caught, but the look in his eyes, the way his voice held a hint of desire and mischief, all but silenced any protests she might have. She allowed him to lead her to the secluded corner, her heart pounding in her chest with a mixture of anticipation and excitement.

Once they were safely shielded by the foliage of the corner, he pulled her closer to him, his hands finding their way to her hips as he pressed her against the wall. His eyes darkened as he looked at her, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You don’t know how badly I need you right now."

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, the heat of his breath against her skin, the tightening on her hips, all fanning the flames of her own desire for him. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of his body pressed against hers, before looking up at him with a sly smile. "Do I even want to know why you’re feeling so... needy?" She teased.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked down at her, his gaze darkening even further with lust. "Perhaps it's the weather, perhaps it's the thrill of the danger," he murmured, his hands gently roaming the curves of her body, his fingers tracing the edge of her skirt. "Or perhaps it's just the fact that you're standing here, looking all beautiful and radiant, and I can't help but want to be as close to you as physically possible."

With a sudden, swift movement, he shifted her stance, making her legs spread wider. His body was pressed tightly against hers, his breath coming out in a low, strained pant as he leaned in to whisper in her ear once more. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," he growled, his hands moving to her legs, gently but firmly pushing her skirt up.

His hands continued to move up her thighs, his fingers gently caressing her skin as he hitched her skirt slightly higher. He kept his movements quick, his breath coming out in short, ragged puffs as his mind was focused on the main goal. Once he had her skirt pushed up just enough, he quickly fumbled with his own trousers, unbuttoning them and pulling them down just enough to allow him the access he desired.

His breath hitched for a moment as he realized she had no underwear on, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. He let out a low, guttural growl, his hands gripping her hips even tighter as he pulled her body flush against his.

His desire for her was palpable, a burning need that coursed through his veins like fire. Without wasting another moment, he pressed himself against her, his body enveloping hers as he claimed her mouth in a rough, desperate kiss.

He felt a rush of heat and pleasure as he pressed himself against her, his body molded to hers in a perfect fit. With one swift movement, he was stretching her walls with his length.

She let out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for support. The feel of him inside her was intense and overwhelming, making her head spin with a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. Despite the danger of being caught, her mind betrayed her, her body responding to his every touch and kiss with a fierce need of its own. She arched against him, her body meeting his with a fervor that matched his own.

She could feel the tension coiled within her, the need to let go and surrender completely to the sensations that were flooding her senses. The thought of getting caught was an afterthought, overshadowed by the overwhelming need to be as close to him as possible in this moment.

His movements were fast and urgent, his hands roaming over her body, seeking to touch and claim every inch of her. His kisses were fierce and possessive, his lips leaving a trail of heat on her skin. The sound of their gasps and moans were muted by the foliage around them, the risk of being caught adding an extra thrill to the whole experience.

Her mind was blank, consumed by the pleasure and the overwhelming need for him. She felt his body moving against hers, his breath hot and ragged on her neck, and all she could do was cling to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body responded to his every touch.

The world outside the small corner faded away, their surroundings reducing to mere blurs as they lost themselves in each other. The urgency of their need and the excitement of being caught pushed them closer to what they both needed most.

Every touch, every kiss, every movement, was laced with a sense of urgency. It pushed his movements to the very end, his thrusts growing sloppier as her tiny whimpers seem to grow in his ear. With one last deep thrust, he filled her with the most reliving sigh coming from his lips. They stayed close for a moment, foreheads touching before he pulled out, quickly fixing their clothing back to normal.

They stood there for a moment, catching their breaths, hearts pounding in their chests. The sounds of the world around them slowly filtered back into their awareness. But in that moment, all they could think about was the aftermath of their quick, intense encounter.

He let out a ragged breath as he leaned back against the wall, his chest heaving from the exertion. He ran a hand through his messy hair, still trying to regain his bearings. He looked at her for a moment, a mix of amusement, satisfaction, and relief on his face. "That was..." he trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what had just happened between them.

“Risky.” She finished for him in a breathless laugh.

He chuckled at her blunt but accurate description. "That's one way to put it."

He pushed away from the wall, slowly stalking towards her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He reached out a hand and gently traced her bottom lip with his thumb, his tone dripping with mischief.

"You know, I'm going to enjoy the thought of you walking through the rest of the day, knowing that you've got a piece of me dripping inside you every time you move..."

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[melissarz]

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[vershl]

Heard Billie's song 'My Future' for the first time, and it gave me this. 😢

[purpleeggyboi]

YOU CANNOT ESCAPE BABY BILL

THEY ARE HERE TO STAY

[ideeylic]

Got an iPad maybe a week ago and I am slowly learning procreate feat. my one and only

[triiskell]

Ben Barnes for FOX MAGAZINE

[shortshowname]

Varied-Fandom Sketchbook dump time‼️

[made-of-stars03]

The holding of the wrist

And the slamming against the wall

Her face in the last second of the video yeah.

He could put me in any position he wants 🥵

[puppyeared]

I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-

Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])

Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!

Hope this is to your liking ^^

Part one here

[lupinsversion]

𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭

• summary: when reader questions if sirius changed his shampoo.

• a/n: i originally wrote this super late at night, half asleep, and i didn’t think it was my best work and wasn’t going to post it. but now that i’m sitting here, how can i note post something that involves this gorgeous ass man???

• contains: sirius black x reader, stated relationship, fluff

• word count: 934

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Some would go as far to call them the it couple of the school. A couple everyone admired. Their love for one another was unmatched, something so rare, so beautiful. Well, at least that’s what it looked like on the outside…

No. They weren’t a bad couple by any means, very far from it actually. They just teased and made fun of one another for as long as both of them could remember. It was their way of keeping their relationship fun and alive.

They were tangled with one another on the bed of his deserted dormitory, all of his friends away doing their own things. It was a calming moment for the both of them as they just listened to each other breathing. The peaceful silence only lasted for so long until he heard sniffing next to his ear, causing him to speak up. “Are you sniffing me?”

“Something is different…” She commented before nuzzling her neck slightly into the crook of his neck to take in another whiff of his scent. Shortly after, she pulled back and shook her head, evident that she hadn’t found the source. “I don’t like it.”

He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, her warm breath tickling his skin. But when she pulled back with a puzzled expression, his chuckle turned into a small frown. “Different? Why? Do I smell weird or something?”

She picked up a few strands of his shoulder length hair and sniffed it, which only caused her brows to furrow together more.

He was definitely starting to feel self conscious as he watched her intently sniff his hair while her eyebrows scrunched together in a slight scowl. “Okay, I’m getting concerned. What is it? Do I smell, or do you just like taking in the scent of my hair like some weirdo?”

“Did you change your shampoo?” She asked curiously.

He blinked for a moment before a small chuckle escaped him. So she wasn’t disgusted by his scent — that was a relief. He lifted his hand, brushing some of her locks away from her face and placing them behind her ear.

He shook his head in response to her question. “No, actually. Why? Do you hate the way I smell now or something?”

“It smells like James.” She spoke unamused. “Your hair, it smells like James.”

His brows raised slightly as she nonchalantly mentioned that he smelt like his best friend. It was a curious observation, knowing that his friend had a completely different shampoo than him. He chuckled, a little concerned but also feeling amused by her remark. “I smell like him, huh? Are you telling me that James smells better than I do, love?”

“No, no. I’m asking you if you’re sure you didn’t use James’ shampoo on accident.”

“I’m a hundred percent sure.” He reassured her. “I didn’t even go near his stuff in the bathroom.” He sat up, propping himself up with his elbow on the pillow as he continued stroking her soft locks.

He paused for a moment, a small frown forming on his lips as he thought about the possibility of James sneaking and switching their shampoos for a laugh.

She frowned softly. She was so used to his scent, so comforted by it but now it just wasn’t right. Something was off and her sensitive nose was picking it up.

He sighed softly as he watched her expression, his heart clenching a bit as she noticed how displeased she seemed. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hand and softly turning her head towards him. “Hey, don’t make that face. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better. Do you want me to go shower again? Or do you want me to take James’ shampoo and throw it out the window?”

She laughed softly. “I’m about to take you in the shower and get you smelling right.” She commented.

Her words seemed to have a different effect on him than she might have anticipated. His brow raised, an amused smirk spreading across his lips as he replayed her suggestion in his head.

He chuckled softly, leaning down and whispering playfully into her ear. “Is that a threat or a promise, love? Because you know, we could take care of that here and now. I could do with another shower.”

Her face flushed as she realized the way he took her words, her eyes widening ever so slightly.

His smirk only grew wider as he watched her face flush with a rosy hue, a small chuckle escaping him. He loved teasing her and getting her flustered, and sometimes he would just get a kick out of her reactions.

He brought his face even closer, his voice dropping to a more softer and teasing tone as he whispered. “What’s with the change in attitude, huh? Don’t you like taking me in the shower, love? Are you embarrassed?”

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “No comment.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as his gaze flickered down to her lips then back to her eyes. His grey eyes orbs glinting just a little mischievously.

“I take all of my words back.” She giggled as she kissed the tip of his nose. “You smell great.”

He let out a soft chuckle. He appreciated her sweet words, but he couldn’t help but be amused that she changed her mind so suddenly. He pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “I do? Funny, because you weren’t saying that a minute ago.”

And then he attacked her in a mess of tickles.

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