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undeadwestcoast · 3 months ago
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Day 7: Free Day
I decided to do the Sweet Devil AU cuz it’s one of my favorite AUs (mainly cuz it’s UsUk dominated aside from Cardverse)
@usukweek
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egirlbutternubs · 2 months ago
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Given the events of the new chainsaw man chapter, now seems like a good time to repost Tatsuki Fujimoto's take on captain america
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fou-dro-yant · 4 months ago
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What is Dante devil may cry doing on my fireworks....
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morganbritton132 · 9 months ago
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Eddie, posting to TikTok: I dunno how relatable this is, but is anybody else’s husband mad at them for not playing the Super Bowl or is that just me?
Steve: I’m not mad at you
Steve: I mean, you could have auditioned
Eddie: *makes a ‘this is what I’m talking about’ face at the screen*
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1000dactyls · 3 months ago
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my huge gripe w modern httyd aus is that it’s always set in the suburban midwest in podunk nothing town without taking it to its natural conclusion. As if berk would not be a steel mill town on the rust belt with the gas prices jacked sky high for tourists driving through the middle of nowhere. As if the barbaric archipelago would be the suburbs of a big city rather than rural towns in the Deep South. as if hiccup would not somehow end up hiking in the appalachias or turn up half dead after missing for 6months in the oregon wilderness. Cowards. Fools. if you’re setting it in america then you should take it to its natural conclusion 🗣️🗣️🗣️
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sauacantdraw · 2 months ago
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hi tumblr here’s a lil something I did for marvel’s 85th
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ruralspider · 1 month ago
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traditions
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nalidyne · 3 months ago
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“We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise
The gossip tonight will be tomorrow's headline”
I swear when the music video for Christina Aguilera’s Candyman came out (2009 yikes) it became my entire personality and I still love it as much even today—
Also I haven’t drawn Emily and SweetDevil!Amelia in a minute I missed themmm 🥺
(Signatureless version under the cut)
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northameicanblog · 1 month ago
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The Baths, Devils Bay, Virgin Gorda, BVI: The Baths is a beach area on the island of Virgin Gorda among the British Virgin Islands in the Caribbean. The Baths is situated about 1.2 miles south off Spanish Town at the southern tip of the island between Spring Bay and Devil's Bay. The Baths is an area of unique geologic formations and one of the BVI's major tourist destinations. Wikipedia
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buggbuzz · 5 days ago
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also, the electoral college needs to be dismantled. that shit is the reason why gerrymandering works and swing states exist. we need to use the fucking popular vote to determine what the american people actually want. all this points system bullshit does is waste votes and silence voters.
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superherocaps · 8 months ago
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undeadwestcoast · 2 months ago
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Spooky month is fast approaching🥰
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amageish · 2 months ago
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From Avengers Academy #13. Written by Anthony Oliveira, art by Alba Glez, Elisabetta D'Amico, and KJ Diaz
Very good meta-joke here...
I think this may be my fave issue of Avengers Academy so far? It's not the most emotionally invocative one, but I love Janet Van Dyne and love a good refresher issue after a high-stakes climax. They're kind of a lost art in the current high-pace publication industry imho.
Also!!! In case it wasn't explicit enough before, Shela's going to ask out Brielle! So that's fun...
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This panel also has another two of my favourite things: queer characters wearings impractical gloves and a pym-powered hero casually sitting on someone's shoulders. Truly, this issue was made for me specifically.
Lastly, Moon Girl has gotten her cartoon outfit!!!
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It's a fantastic look for her and I'm glad to see it making its way into the comics. I really hope that carries over to her print appearances!
So yeah. Avengers Academy remains great. Please go on Marvel Unlimited and read it so we keep getting more of it.
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quiltofstars · 2 months ago
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The Pleiades, M45 // mr.m.looks
All over the Earth, our ancestors told wonderful stories to explain how the Pleiades came to be in the sky. For the Kiowa people of North America, it happened something like this:
Long, long ago, some young women snuck away from camp one night to dance freely beneath the stars. It wasn’t long before some bears discovered them and chased them through the wilderness. Eventually, the girls found a tall rock and climbed it. The girls begged the spirits in the rock to save them. The rock heard their cries and grew taller until it became what is today known as Devils Tower. The maidens were transformed into the stars of the Pleiades, which may be seen hanging above the tower in mid-winter.
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago
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Pretty Petals 26
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No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.
Girls and Flower Name List HERE!
Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs
Note: double chapter day!
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖
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“It was so lovely to come see you all, to see how you’ve grown,” Hela preens as she stands at the head of the table. “Immaculate, every one of you.” 
Dahlia pokes her cheek with her tongue and Bucky snatches the fork she twirls in her hand. He knows her well. Maybe he even fears he’s at the mercy of the tines.  
You turn your attention back to your matron of dishonour. Her black bob is wavy and her skin freckled from the sun. She’s beautiful for someone so wretched. You can’t help but wonder if you’re the only ones. You know you can’t be the first. It’s all too orderly, too planned, too perfect. 
“Do make me proud, petals,” she claps her hands together and her pretty lips curl, “I may just return at Christmas with some gifts, eh?” 
Christmas. It’s still a ways off but the fall is setting in. The summer is in its last dregs and you find yourself shivering in the morning as the night cools. Not a single voice rises to answer her farewell. You all just stare, rather glare, at her. 
“Well, then, I’ll be off.” 
“Sister, I’ll show you the door,” Loki rises and beckons her away from the table, “I must thank you for coming so quickly and bringing a fresh stem...” 
His voice trails off and you glance over at Zinnia, sitting by his empty seat. She mashes down her eggs with the back of a spoon. The other girls keep there hands away from their plates. You don’t have much of an appetite yourself. 
“Boring,” Lloyd says suddenly. “How about we do something fun?” 
The other men seemed agitated by his suggestion. Strange how they seem to share the same malaise. Ransom’s arm drapes over the back of your chair, Curtis has Violet in his lap, Lee keeps jabbing Marigold and whispering at her. Your eyes meet Steve’s as he watches you in turn. You quickly look away. 
“I’ll clear the table,” you offer as you stand and lift your plate. 
“Ugh, boring,” Lloyd spits again, “Christ on a dildo, why are we sitting here playing Brady Bunch? Let’s get fucking wild.” 
“Shut up,” Bucky growls as Dahlia rubs her faded bruises. 
“Oh, shit, you know, I got the perfect fucking game, girls, follow Lily’s lead and clear the table.” 
The mustachioed man stands and breezes away. The other women look at each other. You nudge Azalea and she stands with her head down. She takes her plate and Lloyd’s. The other girls follow in a long train to the kitchen. Andy gets up to follow, keeping watch as you cluster together to divvy up the leftovers into containers. 
You hate to agree but it is dull as hell. You finish stacking up the dirty plates but none of you are eager to go back into the dining room. Only bad things happen there. The games they play aren’t much fun for you. 
“Go,” Andy demands. 
Dahlia goes out first, angling her head back and forth defiantly. Zinnia follows after her, Daisy, Rose, Violet shuffles noisily and clings to Azalea’s hand as she drags her, then you, and finally Marigold. As you come out, Lloyd stands in front of his seat, jiggling a pair of dice in his hands. 
The other men share your level of enthusiasm. Bucky’s arms are crossed, Ransom yawns, Lee rubs his belly, Curtis picks his thumbnail, Loki untangles a shank of his long dark coils, and Steve peers over his shoulder to stare at you. You don’t like that. 
“Right, simple rules, guys,” Lloyd rattles the large pair of plastic dice, “choose a girl, roll the dice, and let fate decide. I’ll go first since it was my idea.” 
You nearly let out a groan. You’re so tired. Ransom points you next to him and you sit. The others follow suit. Andy stands behind his chair and watches as Lloyd tosses the dice. 
You notice the imprinted images on the sides of the cubes. Various positions and words. You hold your breath and sense the rest of the room doing the same. 
“Hey, Zinnia,” Lloyd calls as the dice bounce over the wood, “how about we get acquainted?” 
The plastic cubes still and shows a man with his head between a woman’s legs as she sits on a chair. The other dice reads, ‘until orgasm.’ 
Zinnia whimpers and Loki sniffs. He stands and drags her chair away from the table. She grips the sides to keep from sliding off. He veers her around to face Lloyd as he struts behind the other seats. He snickers as he drags his hand over his mouth. 
“Come on, let me see the kitty, just wanna give her a pet,” he gets down to his knees and Loki catches Zinnia’s shoulders before she can sit up. She writhes helplessly as Lloyd’s hands crawl up her thighs. He tickles the front of her panties and glances over, “hey don’t let me have all the fun, unless you wanna watch.” 
There’s a moment of indecision. Then Steve reaches across the table and scoops up the dice. He examines each then cradles them in his large hand. Zinnia’s murmurs underline the lull as Lloyd growls deeply, his mouth making unsettling noises. 
“Lily, how’s it we’ve never had any fun?” He asks and tosses them. They only roll a short way before stilling. 
You stare at the top of the first dice. A couple in doggystyle. You clamp your lips and try not to shudder. You glance over at Dahlia and she shakes her head. The other girls slump and shrink, knowing their own turn is imminent. 
The second dice makes you blanch as it lands flat; ‘backdoor’. 
“Perfect,” Steve growls, “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be nice.” 
He stands, pushing out his chair and waving towards the seat, “get on your knees, I’ll be right back.” 
“The fuck, Steve,” Ransom sneers. 
“We’ll trade,” Steve offers. 
“Mm, thanks but I think I’ll try something new. How about you, Statue of Liberty?” He looks at ass, “you think you can stay awake for some good dick?” 
You get up as Ransom swipes up the dice. This is humiliating. It’s one thing to be dragged off behind closed doors but these men are as good as starting an orgy. For what? Because they’re bored? 
Steve helps you onto the chair. You brace the back as you sit on your knees, shaking. You don’t know if you can handle this. He rubs your shoulder, gripping it hard enough for the tendon to tweak. You wince and he lets go as he walks away. You watch after him as Azalea starts to snivel. 
You look over as Lloyd keeps his face buried between Zinnia’s legs, his hand on her tits as he devours her. She puffs and pouts and squirm as Loki pets her cheek and coos. Ugh, god! You can’t keep doing this.  
For now, you have to. You have to bide your time. You have to get rid of these necklaces and those damn cameras. You have to wait for these men to turn their fangs on each other instead of you. 
Steve comes back as Dahlia’s snarl rolls through the air. There’s a struggle behind you on the floor you can’t see. Andy’s no longer by the kitchen door. It must be him. His voice confirms it as he calls for Rose too. 
Shit. The chaos breaks out quickly. Steve startles you as he squirts a slick flow between your cheeks. You squeak as he pushes his fingers along your ass as rubs your tight hole. He clicks shut the bottle of lube and reaches to put it on the table. 
He grips the back of your neck and forces your head straight. You his and latch tightly to the chair. You sit on your heels as he bends against you, contorting so he’s flush to your back. He pushes his head next to yours and growls. 
He rescinds his touch for just a moment as he jostles around. His brings his firm tip up along your cheeks and presses against your ring. You babble and reach back to press on his hip. 
“Please, no--” 
He loops his hand around the front of your neck and chokes your voice away. You gasp and wheeze as he pushes into you. He stretches your ass just around his tip, just enough for your to let out a whistle through your tight throat. Ow. Oh shit.  
He rocks and dips a little further inside. Your eyes prick and you shake your head, grinding your teeth as you quake. He thrusts again, deeper. Several more times, sinking in as your insides burn. Even the lube can’t help the resistance of your body. 
He brings his other hand to your throat, crisscrossing his fingers in front of it as he forces your head up and back. Your spine arches as his pelvis claps against your ass and he grunts. The chair rocks with his motion, teetering dangerously as your tears stream down your cheeks. 
The pain is blinding. Your eyes roll back as you puff out shallow breaths through the constriction of your throat. He snaps his hips harshly and you spasm. Again, again, again. Each time crueler than the last. 
Steve shifts his feet and moves closer again. He bucks into you so that the agony radiates from your core. You would sob if your could breath. He adjusts his hands, wrapping them full around your neck. Your lashes flutter as your vision speckles with black dots. 
“Steve, take it easy--” you hear someone warn but you can’t make out their timbre. 
“Hey, whoa, slow down. She’s--” 
Your tongue lolls out as all the air traps in your chest. The heat in your lungs is as fiery as that in your ass. The slap of flesh and the cracking force mingles with the swirling in your head. Your eyelids close of their own volition as all resistance gives out and your body goes limp. The world fades though the pain remains. 
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“You could’ve fucking killed her,” A snarl seeps into your ears, making them itchy. “What the fuck are you thinking?” 
“Whatever. We can get another--” 
“Fuck off. The new one’s already pissing me off,” Bucky’s deeper tone breaks through the veil over you. 
“Like you even like the one you got--” 
“Lily,” another voice drifts in and your eyelids part, your vision hazy as Dahlia’s blurry figure sits over you. 
“Keep it down,” Lloyd sneers, “some of us are trying to eat.” 
“Don’t be a jackass,” Andy barks as he stands behind Dahlia, looming over you both, “if we lose another one, maybe you should just sacrifice the tall one.” 
“Don’t be so fucking dramatic. He was getting kinky--” 
“She’s awake,” Steve looks over at you, his pants still undone but his dick tucked away. 
“Fucking lucky,” Ransom shoves him and sidles through. “Lily pad, you okay down there?” 
You blink at him as Azalea sways nearby, twisting her hand around her finger. You look at the faces you can make out and Dahlia helps you sit up. You nod and rub your temples, wincing as your ass throbs. Oh, yeah... 
“Come on,” Ransom bends over you and hauls you up, “someone send that douchebag to his room.” 
“Who put you in charge?” Steve growls, “not my fault she can’t take it. Maybe you’re getting soft.” 
“Some of us don’t wanna fuck a corpse,” Ransom retorts as he wraps an arm around your back and lifts you. 
“I’m sure you do so much work, pillow princess,” Lloyd cackles from his knees. He has three fingers inside of Zinnia as she continues to squirm and squeal. 
Ransom huffs and carries on past the others. You lean your head against him, blocking out the rest of the room with his body. You can’t look. It hurts even more to see the rest suffer. 
He takes you into your room and elbows the door shut with a quick jerk of his body. He tuts and put you on the bed. You can’t help but curl up, hugging your legs as the ache pulses from within. 
You’re groggy with the aftermath of Steve’s strong hold. You rub your cheek, trying to get some sense back. Ransom paces, a hand on his hip, the other opening and closing in silent monologue. He’s uptight. You haven’t seen him like this. 
“I told him to stop. Fucker. Can’t fucking listen to save his life,” he snarls and stops, facing you as he stomps. “You heard me tell him to quit.” 
You bat your lashes and nod. Slowly, you muster your strength to sit up. You wince as you do. You stay balled up small as Ransom pushes his chin up and heaves once more. You consider him and his frustration; the words from before. How the men constantly battle for control, not just with you but each other. 
“He should listen,” you croak, coughing and rubbing your throat, “they should all listen to you.” 
He lowers his head and looks at you with an arch in his brow. 
“Sir, I’m sorry,” you drop your shoulders. 
“No, what are you saying?” He narrows his eyes. 
“It’s only... Maybe... if you’d been upstairs, you could’ve saved Iris. And... and if they’d all just listen it wouldn’t all be a mess. You always tell them not to... not to go so far,” you temper your words as you speak them, uncertain and yet you think that makes them seem more genuine. “They don’t listen. First Curtis with Violet, now this.” 
You chew your lip as he stares. Your heart pounds in your chest. Does he know what you’re doing? You’ve never been a very good liar. 
“They’re all breaking the rules but didn’t you all agree to them?” 
He comes forward and you fight not to cower away. He reaches for you and you expect a slap or a grope or jab. Instead he strokes your cheek and bends to meet your gaze. He looks you in the face, his blue eyes searching. 
“You know what, lily pad, you’re right,” he sits lightly on the edge of the bed and draws you close. “that’s why I like you. ‘Cause you know better. You listen.” 
He shifts and lays on his side, pulling you with him. You let him. You put your hand on his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. 
“You’re... you’re the only one who doesn’t hurt me,” you say. 
He hums and sucks his teeth, “I know, lily pad.” He exhales and closes his eyes, “this can’t go on. I gotta get these guys in check.” 
You nod and nestle closer. Not because he makes you feel safe. Not because you meant any of it. Because it makes him think you do. That sliver of doubt is under his skin, it will only continue to poke until he has to rip it out. 
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erinptah · 3 months ago
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"If you want to take them, you'll have to go through us."
Art for the big finale of Here's What You Missed.
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