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THIS IS A WIP Art for Linddzz “The Device Has Been Modified" with AI!Jack and Spacepilot!Koz
I need to practice painting. No references again (I really should start using them for things like this) and there are still many things I want to work on here. I don’t think I will be able to draw anything big until at least Tuesday. Wish me luck for my oral presentation. I hope everything (especially my mind) will finally calm down again after that.
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Because AI!Jack makes me think so much of Ed. <3
This is how I imagine him. XD
Ref: http://wallpaperscraft.com/image/cowboy_bebop_ed_black_background_safety_glasses_laughter_37740_1600x1200.jpg
AAHH OMG THIS IS ADORABLE. yess cyber jack this is the best thing
The Device Has Been Modified is a must read yes!
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Breeding Contempt NC-17
So here’s the Noh-Varr/Tommy bit I said I would do! Dedicated to maelikki who asked for a few details I threw into the fic.
Also purposely left it ambiguous as to what the extent of their ‘relationship’ is and if they have already engaged in (or not) sexy times.
Just (aggressive) smut below. Hope you like~
Title based off one of Mark Twain’s quote.
Breeding Contempt NC-17
-X-
Tommy didn’t have to look to know Noh-Varr was staring.
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Did this for the Young Avengers Reverse!Big Bang. Which if I’m being honest, I didn’t entirely understand going into it, I just felt like it was a better way to contribute to the fandom?? Haaahah. Anyway, I’m glad this simple image led to something.
You can check out Zethsaire's fic Wavering here, heed the warnings, young ones.
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'Will you take my hand?' Pitch said, turning his hand so that it rested, palm up, on the bed. 'You were able to do that earlier.'
Jack realised Pitch was talking about the time he’d woken up from the nightmare. He looked down and then swallowed. There was nothing organic about this. It was stilted, required permissions. But if it was the only way, then…
Jack licked at his dry lips and then nervously lowered his hand until it was over Pitch’s palm. He curled his fingers around Pitch’s hand, and felt a buzz of sensation when Pitch’s hand shifted minutely between his, fingers pressing back.
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I felt like doodling. Another something for Not-Poignat’s fanfiction because omg I don’t know anymore this thing is killing me dfgljflghkj. (You might need to open in a new tab, I’m sorry!)
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fic - weak [thor/loki]
"You choose one to save, or they all die."
"Loki," he said, without hesitating, without thinking. "I choose Loki."
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I tripped and fell down an apparently bottomless pit of SUPER OVERWHELMING NOSTALGIA for Jetko fandom in general and my own Giant Ba Sing Se AU in particular, which is really embarrassing because haha IT’S MY OWN DAMN FANFIC but if secret nerd Tumblrs are good for anything at all, they must be good for rolling around in self-indulgent fanfiction feelings.
….r-right???
So anyway, Something to Hold Onto is still online, and if you want to go read 120,000 words about Zuko and Jet freedom fighting their way through an alternate third season you can totally do so.
But it’s been a real long time since I re-uploaded the soundtrack I made for it!
And yesterday I listened to the whole thing on the train and almost started crying about my Really Intense Ba Sing Se Feelings in front of a bunch of strangers, and now! Now I want to share that completely embarrassing moment with all you kind folks on the Jetko tag, because PERHAPS YOU WILL UNDERSTAND. ;___________;
Okay enough of my nonsense, YOU CAN GO DOWNLOAD THE SOUNDTRACK FROM DROPBOX OVER HERE, lemme know if it doesn’t work or whatever, all the tracks have accompanying artwork, LINER NOTES BEHIND THE CUT.
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more commissions! this time Ryane asked for Loki as Frigga’s younger half brother and early 20!Thor bringing him the head of an ice dragon as a betrothal gift. Click for High Res.
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It was amusing to think that his sister Frigga’s boy, the Odin’s son, desired him as if he were a maid. He, who had the seidr to demand kinship of the Vanir and the Aesir. He, who could bend the realms to his touch.
“Has it escaped you, you daft boy, that I am not a maid, to be swooned by an untested youth? I am thrice your age. I have lived for whole centuries, whereas you have yet to pass your hundredth year.”
“It is said that you take the best of warriors to your bed, where you embrace them like a woman.”
“And who told you this scintillating bit of gossip?” Loki laughed at Thor’s confused face. “Yes. I take exceptional warriors to my bed.” Loki leaned forward, whispered in Thor’s ear. “I take the best of warriors between my thighs, and let them rut inside me until their efforts make us reach the heights of pleasure.” Loki leaned back and gave a contemptuous grin at Thor’s lust-drunk face.
He patted Thor lightly on the cheek mockingly, and watched as Thor flushed a dull red in embarrassed fury.
“You are an untried warrior. Your prowess is on the training grounds, not the battlefield. I would not take you to bed. You who have nothing to prove you worthy but the praise of those too old to fight anymore, those that seek to earn the favor of the future king with sweet flattery.”
Loki withdrew himself from the young prince, and laughed at his flushed red face. ”Come back when you have proven your worth in blood. Then I will see if you are worthy.”
***
It was amusing right up until Thor’s absence was held to be his fault.
“How are the whims of an addled strip of a boy deemed to be my causation, my king, “Loki bit out.
“You have ensorcelled him with your arcane arts!”
“The same arcane arts that you possess? Surely my king is powerful enough to realize when his own dearest boy is being ensorcelled, as you so claim?”
At least it never lost its charm to harass Odin so.
***
But it lost its very last lustre of charm when a dirtied Thor stomped into his private study and threw the still bleeding head of a dragon bigger and more ancient than either of them upon the floor. Loki watched dispassionately as the acid of its blood spilled out upon his floor and began to eat at the wood.
“I bring you the proof of my worth in blood, as you desired.” Thor knelt before him, pose as lacking in obeisance as one genuflecting could be. He met Loki’s gaze challengingly, as if daring Loki to find fault in his prize.
Loki couldn’t help it. He strode closer to this marvelous creature. Thor met his gaze unflinchingly as he approached, made no move to rise from his pose. “Did you bring me its bloodstone?”
Thor held out the creature’s last heartbeat with one blistered hand. Loki collected the blood red stone gingerly in a handkerchief. “I have collected all its arcane tomes as well. They reside in my saddlebags.” Thor looked smug, his cocky face marked with a small rivulet of his own blood.
“Excellent. You may leave.” Thor sprung up, furious.
“I have proven myself worth the pleasures of your bed! How can you still deny me—”. Loki reached up one hand and pressed it to Thor’s mouth, using his long slender fingers to hook slightly on Thor’s swollen lip.
“I do not, Loki whispered. He leaned forward and removed his hand, bussing his lips across Thor’s, as lightly as if his lips were made of sinful gossamer. Thor’s mouth fell open immediately under the press of Loki’s mouth, his whole body moving to strengthen their contact. He reached with his unburnt hand to grasp at Loki’s loungewear. Loki withdrew, smiled with all of his sharp teeth.
“Think you will come to my bed dirty with blood and tired from the road? When you have only one hand to pleasure me? I think not! You will come to my bedchamber in three days, when you have rest and healed and slept.” Loki looked at bright red flame in Thor’s cheeks, his throat, his ears. He let his smile grow softer. He reached with one hand for Thor’s blistered one, seizing Thor about the wrist. Thor could not hide his pained flinch.
Loki brought the hand up to the space before his face. “Did you not know that the blood of a dragon would burn?”
Loki tsked at Thor’s lack of reply. Then he brought Thor’s blistered thumb to his mouth and pressed upon it the gentlest kiss.
Thor gasped as his hand mended, and Loki sucked the still oversensitive flesh into his mouth, and nipped with his teeth. Thor’s body jerked, his pupils dilating to tiny pinpricks.
Loki released Thor’s hand. “I look forward to our meeting in three days, Odinson.”
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[♔] - Obeisance to the King
okay let’s be honest no one is surprised by this
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You guys remember that one chapter from the Pitch Perspective…. you know the armchair scene?
Yeah…. me too…
You can view the full picture on my blog, since it wont show up in searches….
From The Darkness We Rise is the best...
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Raleigh/Chuck; Hero Worship (2/2)
It’s not the first time Raleigh and Chuck meet.
A/N - Thank you all for your likes and follows so far. It’s rather nice and boosts my confidence a little. Again, if you believe I can improve on something, or there’s something wrong with it, please let me know.
I’m thinking I might do a side-B from Raleigh’s POV (with some Mako, as I did with Herc in this)? Would anyone be interested in that?
It starts with his traitorous father inviting him to sit with them. Like he doesn’t fucking know they had met years ago, like he doesn’t remember that he gushed about how cool Raleigh was and how he wanted to be just like him after he graduated. His dad is fucking asshole.
casually leaving some Michael/Adam fic rec...
The Ghost and His Keeper (16990 words) by Inked Insanity Relationships: Michael/Adam Milligan Summary: Adam gets out of Hell with no memories of how it happened. He won't question it though. No use in questioning a good thing. Instead, he's going to go right back to trying to get his life on track and leading as normal a life as possible. Except, since for some reason, the Universe hates him, he ends up being haunted. By Michael.
#fic recs#Adam Milligan#Michael#probably the best michael/adam fic I've read so far#everything about it was great#Gabriel and Raphael being include was brilliant too#no luci (he is probably busy with sam somewhere else)#still chiara's fault that I'm reading spn fic again#Fandom : Supernatural#Gabriel#Raphael#must read#seriously just read it now#michael x adam#midam
camelonajourney wanted trans*taire so I told mizu about this fucking amazing ff and we drew a scene where enjolras gets daffodils from grantaire’s hair because yeah. also, grantaire’s tights are ripped cause everyone who wears tights and goes out drinking knows how it ends /or am i the only one who cant wear tights to parties/drinking cause ends up with AT LEAST two hugeass holes in them??. those on toes are the worst, they hurt feet so much :c/ i drew taire and mizu drew enjolras!
hope it’s okay?
avagueambitioninyourdirection
this is beautiful this is absolutely gorgeous
crying into my hands
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“He thinks I don’t want people knowing about us.”
“Yeah, you did phrase that like a grade-a douchecanoe.”
“I was startled! I’d thought he wanted to do this quietly, you know?”
Musichetta frowns. “What makes you think that?”
With a shrug, Enjolras pinches the bridge of his nose briefly before answering. “You know him as well as I do. He doesn’t keep quiet about things. But he’s been careful not to kiss me when we’re in public, and he seems genuinely shocked if I so much as touch him. I started playing with his hair the other day at the café, entirely out of habit and because I needed something to do with my hands, and it looked like he was going to break my hand.”
There are a lot of appropriate responses to this and bursting out laughing probably isn’t one of them, but that’s exactly what Musichetta does. She actually howls with laughter, before taking Enjolras’ phone from his hands.
“What are you doing?” he asks, looking almost alarmed, because Musichetta is laughing so hard now that she’s doubled over and is wheezing.
“Calling everyone I know because this is funnier than that time Mary Kate locked you in the bathroom with Cat.”
“Will you please explain this to me before I go get your boyfriends to explain it to me?”
“You know they’ll laugh harder,” she gasps, and Enjolras stands, looking annoyed, so she tugs on his hand until he sits down again. “Sweetheart. You realize he’s in love with you, right?”
Enjolras rolls his eyes and deadpans, “Contrary to popular belief, I am aware of my surroundings.”
“He thought that’s what you wanted, baby. He was waiting for you to be the one to spill the beans to us, but you didn’t, so he assumed that’s how you wanted it. And it’s not like he’s really got many limits when it comes to you, so…”
Source: jehans
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Domesticating the Murderer
So, I had this idea for a Towells fic, and then this happened, so…
Jacob’s by the milk, trying to remember what color cap is usually in their fridge when two hands slip around his waist.
“I just saw Sarah,” Paul whispers into his ear, pressing his body close to Jacob’s. It feels familiar, nice even.
Jacob tilts his head back, resting it on Paul’s shoulder. He will never admit it, but he has grown to like this thing with Paul. He’s grown attached to the touches of comfort and the kissing, even the sleeping—and inevitable cuddling—in the same bed has become familiar.