#self indulgent roger

[lilolbug]

he would be best friends with mitzi and would be loved by fatz and dook and liked by beach bear

[creepycatboyz]

pre-t toby... hes just a little guy

[thwackk]

i never actually posted wing friends fem captain america and barry allen, it’s one of the mosy self indulgent things i’ve ever drawn

btw I’m taking commissions right now!

[ssspace-cadet]

aughhh steve rogers as a cg??? yesssss.

cuddly early mornings, laying in bed all sleepy, gentle sunshine painting the room in a soft haze. your eyes flutter open at a soft touch to your nose, and he’s smiling at you. he leans down and kisses your temple, running a soothing hand through your hair. “sleep good snuggle bug?” you nod softly, curling up again into his arms. “mm thought so. you look adorable right now kiddo.” he leans down again with a little smile, wrapping his arms around you tighter, mumbling into your hair. “keepin’ you forever kid, right here. can’t escape papa, can you little troublemaker?” he makes you laugh, little giggles followed by a yawn. it was still sooooo early. “aww, okay okay baby, ten more minutes hm?” you shake your head, pouting. steve chuckled, smoothing down your bed-head. “alright, just kidding, how about an hour, happy?” with a satisfied nod from you, he sighs and pulls you closer, drifting back off to sleep while rubbing your back soothingly.

divider credit: @sister-lucifer

[whinysteve]

chris evans in avengers: infinity war (2018)

[oleafia-art]

my blitzø and stolas human designs but in the arcane coloring style bc why not. i’m lowkey obsessed with the designs but i think they’ll look better if i draw them again in my actual style bc im not as used to drawing in the arcane style obvs lol so might do that at some point 🫶

[queenoftheworldisdead]

no one asked for this, but im still writing it LOL

[realrogerhours]

you guys liked it when i posted a lil guy so you get this one as well

[sassypossum]

I shall now be publishing the most embarrassingly indulgent Steve Rogers content because that man can have my body and soul...thank you for coming to my TED talk

[delta-pavonis]

Fic: Another Song (a Dreamling RENT AU)

Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Rated E || in progress Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - RENT, the Dreamling-as-RENT AU that no one asked for but Christmas made me do, takes place during the AIDS epidemic in NYC in the early-mid 1990s, Calliope/Dream (discussed), this fic is full of motherfucking artists, and they definitely don't have a dollar, gratuitous use of lines from RENT, because why be creative when you can steal from a genius like Jonathan Larson, HIV/AIDS Crisis, characters with HIV/AIDS, implied/referenced suicide, idiots in love, getting together, lives of queer starving artists in NYC early in the AIDS crisis and all the associated bullshit about money that goes with it

Read the first three chapters on AO3

Dream just hums as he sits on the piano bench, tracing his fingers over the keys. He doesn’t press down, not on a single one. Not a single chord, a single note, comes to him. As it has been for months, his mind is silent. Empty. He pulls the fallboard out and covers the keyboard before he thunks his forehead down onto its well-worn top. The ever-present song of the East Village rattles and thumps and siren-wails through the windows and walls of the old factory building. Melodies of people, rhythms of restlessness, tempo of art, harmonies of life.

[optimistictalia]

more loki and stoki bc I can’t get enough of them!!!!!!!!

happy loki trailer day ig…. if you celebrate…..

[rmngers]

understand

by keshi

She's waking up from a nap, raising her head from a couch that's too soft to be hers, she notes. She's in an unfamiliar house, but it seems... warm, soft, definitely lived in, the kind of aura that brings to mind wood coloured like her shed back in Ohio, before everything happened; chocolate chip cookies and milk, a hazy, golden-tinted filter like a lullaby cast over it. It's ornamented by things like a piano left open, the page of a score on it lazily flipping as the wind wafts through the house, and there's a shopping list written in loopy, classic handwriting left on the table. It knocks the breath out of her, seeing all these things that seem so achingly ordinary, that it feels like she's slipped into a fever dream, one she'll wake up from any moment. 

She turns, and her heart stills so abruptly it scares her, because Steve's on the other side of the couch, his steady presence one she didn't detect- how could she have- ? She'd be dead by now, if it were anyone else, hell, if he'd had other motives.

But those thoughts dissolve away into the back of her mind as they lock eyes, because, who is she kidding, it's Steve, and in this moment, he looks so... serene, that little twinkle in his eye. Like he'd been waiting for her to see it, the hazy glow of a lamp resting on his cheek.

That's all it takes. 

There it is again, flooding her chest, again, all warmth and mush and something else that makes her heart hum with satisfaction-- and it's the first time in years, illogical, catastrophic, feeling it before she can even put it into words. 

He smiles, like he knows. 

He always does. 

It's the sort of thing she's never had to communicate to him, because somehow one look at her and he just understands. Pretty laughable, what with all her steel walls and barbed wires, when she just feels like a glass onion whenever it happens. It's probably one of the things she loves the most about him.

Loves about him.

Loves.

She blinks slowly, and it's like a million scenarios flash through the house where they're seated, snatches of toothy grins, a hand brushing away the wetness on her cheek, which should be the first indication it's not real, but she can't stop them coming-- her throwing her head back and laughing as he chases her under some trees, the sun slidding between the leaves dancing on her feet as she runs; little girls scattering flowers on the floor as she walks down the aisle, and he's grinning all the way down the other side; lips locking with his as he grabs her, chuckling, and she almost hears the roar of faceless friends and family in the church pews; holding onto a key together, sweaty fingers hastily unlocking a door and bursting through it when it opens, laughing at the space, the empty floor only boosting her spirits as she starts thinking about furniture; on a street faintly lit by the dingy lampposts that flicker like they're about to fizzle out, and he's got her right hand in his, her other hand over her tummy-- it's subtle, but she's starting to show.

She swallows. 

It's weird, the little spark in her chest. Usually it's an ache, one that grows as her eyes fall and she lets the thoughts wither. 

Maybe there's something about this place, because the scenes are staying in her head, her chest, swirling around as she blinks. Savouring them as she turns them round and round and round.

It's stupid. It feels like hope.

Suddenly, Steve shakes his head, a little wake-up call, and Natasha snaps out of it too, only just realising her right arm's heavier than normal, bandaged and wrapped. Details of the battle flood back, and the last thing she remembers was the enhanced twin running as she turned, red wisps floating from her fingers. 

"We're laying low here. I hope your arm's okay, I tried my best, but clearly, I'm no Dr Cho," he says, eyeing your bandage and grimacing slightly. 

Natasha swallows, dry lips parting. "Where are we?" She asks.

"Oh, I..." He rubs the nape of his neck. "My apartment. It was the closest, so..." He shakes his head as he looks around. "It's a mess, nothing much, but... it's home." 

"It's nice."

[thwackk]

panel redraw + the captains meet and go to the mall.

[sleepybobeepy]

agere Queen moodboard❤️❤️❤️

[fliesdazed]

Welcome to the official blog for Confused Flies, the title I‘ve given my characters and their story as a whole. It might change, who knows. I'll let you all know if it does. Maybe. Please keep it PG-13 or something in comments, asks, and submissions. I might make a strawpage or sum shi containing information for all of my characters, but for now I'll just be posting about them.

My name's Oliver.

He/Him.

Please send asks if you have questions because I love talking about my characters.

[terrorpenned]

It's not the children she comes to save. It's their father.

4 / 87 / Saving Mr. Banks ( 2013 ) / 2 / Jane Eyre XXVII / 62 / The Sound of Music (1965) / 617 / Jane Eyre XXVII / 20 / 87