#rogelis

[ironbloodaika]

Over a year in the making but it's finally out: Hekapoo vs Wilhamena! Shout-out to my artist and friend, Rogelis! You rock man! XD

If you enjoy these ladies and wanted to see who'll come out on top in a fight here's your chance! XD

[joffartac]

Wangari Were-Leopard

Commission drawing by Rogelis : https://www.tumblr.com/manzokushizumen

[jey-chan]

Danny: jejeje

batfam member: ... what?

Danny: i just imagined the face of the joker if i would impresionate the dead robin.

batkidds:....

Danny: but that would be rude so..

Jakson: i will give you permison and $15 for the record of that.

Alfred sudenly apering from no where: and there would be a cake if that case should be.

Cut to the joker beging to be let in on tha Asylum, cause this ghostly bird is not stoping to T pose and saying random things more insane that his mind.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mission Control 12

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You don’t know when he stopped, you’re just happy it’s over. For now. You know better than to think it won’t happen again. 

His shadow moves around, vague and ominous. You lay where he left you. The mattress feels thin beneath you, your body sunk from the force of his appetites. Your body aches as his assault scars you more than skin deep. Bitemarks and bruises pulses as your insides knot and tug in ceaseless horror. 

You don’t look at him. You can’t. You listen to him shift around; it sounds more as if the house shifts around him. He leaves the bedroom and you roll onto your side with a rattling effort. You whine and tuck your hand between your thighs, raw from his incessant pounding. 

It’s like something in him broke. There was no control in what he did. No restraint or relent. He is more than inhuman, he is monstrous. 

When he returns, a grunt crackles from him. He comes to the bed and it dips with his weight. He grabs your shoulder and forces you onto your back. You brace yourself for more. 

His cowl is gone. His brows arch and the scar down the side of his face pales with the strain. He raises his hand and you wince. He tilts his head then shakes it as he shows you a handful of the silver packets. You blink in confusion.  

You take a breath and try to speak. Your throat is brittle and dry. You clear it and push a hoarse whisper, “not hungry.” 

He tuts and drops the packets, keeping one in his hand. He points to the label. Day 2 – Dinner. It’s still sealed. He tosses it and takes another, once more tapping the slanted lettering. You think you know what he’s saying. 

You hug yourself and swallow, trying to wet your tongue. “I wasn’t hungry. Stomach hurt.” 

He looks down and sifts through the packages. He turns them over and his forehead wrinkles. He gathers them all and carries them away. 

You stare after him as he stomps out of the room. You uncross your arms and press your hands to the bed. You sit up and look down at the remnants of the nightgown. You free your arms and bring your knees up to hug them. You whimper at the friction between your legs. 

He comes back. His hair is greasy and some has a red tint at the tips. You don’t want to think of what that is. His neck shows a layer of filth and his clothes are stained and dusty. You look down and find much of it smeared on your skin. 

He marches over to you. You cower and he stops at the edge of the bed. He raises his hand slowly, as if to coax you. You stare as he holds it open to you. Your insides throb and you take his hand, not wanting to provoke another episode. 

He leads you from the bed and takes you through the front room into the bathroom. He puts you by the sink and turns away. You shiver, trying to shield your naked body with only your arms. He bends over the tub and rinses it out then puts the stopper in place. 

He faces you and works at unstrapping his body armor. You stare at him, legs trembling, and move to lean on the sink to keep from keeling over. He watches you with a dimple in his forehead. 

He undresses, piece by piece, until he’s naked. You stay as you are until he grabs you. He drags you to the tub with him. You step in at his insistence and he angles you around. He lowers himself first then brings you down over him. The water laps between your feet as it fills the porcelain. 

You can’t relax, even as the heat soothes your tortured muscles. With him so close, you can’t ever let your guard down again.  

He brings his hand up your thigh and around your hip. He tickles your stomach and spreads his hand over one side of your chest. You shiver and steel yourself. He toys with you, not unkindly, and you brace the sides of the tub. 

As the water reaches the brim, he sits you up with him to shut it off. He reclines again, hooking his other arm around your middle. You like this softness less than his rough return. You can handle the cruelty, you expect it, but these moments confound you. It’s like a game you can’t win. 

Silence steams with the water. You don’t move. You can’t. You have to do something. Say something. But what? 

“I’m sorry,” you eke out. You’re not sure why you say that, but you are sorry. That moment flashes in your head, when you tried to use his name. That seemed to set him off. “Thank you for the food and the wood. I’m sorry I didn’t eat it all.” 

He growls but doesn’t say anything. He shifts and nuzzles the top of your head, his hot breath pluming over your scalp. The rigidity slowly seeps from him, thought that underlying stiffness remains. 

“I tried to keep it clean. I didn’t know... what else to do. I... I don’t know why I’m talking. I’ll-- I’ll stop,” you exhale and stare at the corroding mouth of the faucet. 

He drags his hand up from your chest and cups your chin. You twitch and his thumb stretches up to toy with your lower lip. Your grimace and let him poke around. He huffs in frustration then with two fingers, moves both your lips. He traces his touch down to your throat. 

“You want me to talk?” You ask. 

He pushes his nose firmly against your crown. You take that as affirmation. What do you talk about? You glance around and search for anything. You’ve been so bored and yet you can’t think of much. 

“My... my grandma had a tub like this,” you utter awkwardly. “It was her favourite place. She would read in there for hours. Funny, she... she wasn’t much of a kid person so we usually just did our own thing.” You ramble as your voice cracks, “and... we broke her favourite clock. It had a glass cover over it... I... just a silly memory.” 

He hums and caresses your cheek. You gulp again and hold back a quiver. If you can keep him calm for just a little, then you’ll find something to talk about. You just need to think about anything but the here and now. 

[avengerscompound]

Chris Evans as Steve Rogers Captain America: The First Avenger

[jkparkin]

The Incredible Hulk #22 (Marvel, February 2025) variant cover by Roge Antonio

[wwprice1]

These Marvel Two-in-One variants are so fun!

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Deadpool (2024-) #5

[verronicax314]

Sonic the hedgehog X Dandadan🔥

[artverso]

Roge Antonio - NYX

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Sam Wilson: Captain America #4 by Greg Pak, Evan Narcisse and Eder Messias. Cover by Taurin Clarke. Variant cover by Rogê Antônio. Out in April.

"STAR-SPANGLED ACTION IN THE MIGHTY MARVEL MANNER! As Sam Wilson fights for his life in the skies above Eaglestar's floating city, Skydream, the Red Hulk begins to have doubts about his employer. But can they take down Eaglestar without destroying the lives of the innocent people who believed in Skydream?"

[joffartac]

Chris came back from hell to say hello to Joy, it's not the Superbook that would do that, you shouldn't play with fire. Commission drawn by Rogelis

[stellar-solar-flare]

For Centuries | Chapter 20/x: The Reckoning

Explicit | 18+ only | Medieval Romantasy AU | Emperor!Steve Rogers x Stark!Princess!Reader

As the only daughter of King Howard Stark of Richford, you have always known that you are expected to eventually enter into a political marriage. When King Howard attempts to save his kingdom by marrying you off to the conqueror of half the world, you accept the responsibility bestowed on you. But as you arrive at the court of Emperor Steven the Righteous to be wedded and crowned the Empress of the Centurial Empire, your husband-to-be is not what you expected.

Reader is the daughter of Howard Stark and his second wife, who is not named or described. This is a 'From Political Marriage to Love Marriage' story, featuring lots of romantasy elements, court politics, and protective, righteous Emperor Steve Rogers. The 'Touch her and I'll kill you.' vibes are strong with this one. The slowest of burns.

Read Chapter 20: The Reckoning (AO3)

First chapter of this story. (AO3)

In the darkness you fall, and in the darkness you dream.

You dream of a wolf, its fur as white as the frozen tundra that surrounds it, running under the sharp crescent of the moon, chasing a white elk.

You dream of the sharp sound of steel meeting steel, of the Smith locked in a furious battle with a hooded figure you aren’t able to focus your eyes on, a fire bordering on insanity burning in his eyes.

You dream of a sky full of ravens, soaring, soaring, soaring until their dark wings caress the stars.

You dream of yourself, your crown shining on your head in the red light, stronger, mightier, as you walk into a burning building. The fire flees in front of your step: a herd of deer flees in front of a wolf pack; the servants bow in front of the empress; the blasphemers tremble in front of the god they thought long dead. The flames grow from the ground into empty air like an arch of vines, surrounding you, shielding you, welcoming you home.

You dream of a darkness, as black as a raven’s wings, embracing you with the warmth of a loving mother’s arms. A voice dances in your ears, cold like empty graves, so cold it burns, echoing in the darkness, whispering with the all-consuming dark of a moonless night:

Magic this mighty does not come without a price, does not come without a price, does not come without a price…

For fire and frost are not so easily allied.

AUTHOR AO3| AUTHOR TUMBLR MASTERLIST

[mrchimrchi]

[because-batcat]

Batgirl and the Birds of Prey Vol 1 #16 (January, 2018)

Written by Julie Benson and Shawna Benson with art by Roge Antonio and Marcelo Maiolo

[jkparkin]

Deadpool #12 (Marvel, March 2025) variant cover by Rogê Antônio