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takamikeiigos · 2 years
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You and Hawks on a covert stealth mission together, since both your quirks complement each others almost too well. You feel it. He feels it. It's impossible to ignore-
Then things get dicey; some low level grunts making the rounds and walking around the corner. Hawks reacts instantly, as if he's operating on autopilot- grabbing you by the elbow and pushing you into the closest closet he can find
But his wings are so big and the closet is so small... of course he has no choice but to press you up against the wall. For a brief moment, Hawks is shielding you from any form of harm, while caging you in at the same time
Your first instinct is to bristle up in embarrassment; he's just too. Fucking. Close. But the moment you open your mouth to ask him 'What the hell are you doing!?' he's covering your mouth with one of those gloved palms. He brings his free hand up to his own lips and whispers a hushed 'shhh' as the two grunts meander drunkenly past the closet
Even when they're gone, Hawks' shoulders don't loosen up; he's got a new problem now... he kinda likes the feeling of pushing your body up against a wall, even if it was a little cramped in there
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imagine: me, poking my head around the corner, foaming at the mouth
THIS. IS. MY. SHIT.
teaming up with hawks works so well for both of you. his speed compliments your strength, something he's admitted lacking. but together you make a strong team, knocking out missions thoroughly and quickly. the hspc had no choice but to teak you two up, nobody works together as wee as you two.
if only they knew about the cloying sexual tension that you and hawks are much too stubborn to act on.
you're both bickering with each other over stupid shit, hawks arguing that chicken is the best food ever, hands down (while you have other preferences), when both stop dead in your tracks.
you've been sent to scope out a building before a raid, lurking in the shadows, undetected to the enemy, when you both hear drunken laughter and a pair of unsteady footsteps approaching.
"are these people for real?" you can't help but whisper, and just as you go to poke your head around the corner, hawks grabs you by the waist and drags you backward.
the fucker drags you into a dark, cramped supply closet to hide when you easily could've taken down whatever drunk idiots that were meandering around outside.
the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and your skin prickles with annoyance. he's so close - chest pressed firmly against yours, and his wings, which occupy at least 80% of the space, are tucked around you like a shield while he tilts his head to listen through the door, oblivious to your discomfort.
and just as you're about to pitch a fit, reaching up and grab him by the shoulder, he throws a gloved hand over your lips and stares at you. there's a gleam of light coming through a crack in the door and it reflects off of his eyes, his amber irises much more terrifying in the dark than they are in daylight.
he brings a finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet.
the two idiots outside linger, hooting and hollering in the hallway, just a few feet away from the door, and with each passing second your irritation boils. not so much with the fact that they're out there, but the fact that hawks has you pressed up against the wall of the closet, the hard line of his chest pressed so firmly to yours, and his thigh pushing into the space between your legs.
he rustles slightly, and the friction between your thighs causes you to hiss. he turns his attention away from the door once more and peers at you in question, annoyed that you keep making noise, only to look down and see the problem for himself.
the cheeky bastard just looks back up at you with a smirk.
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a few weeks later, you're teamed up again, this time fighting some assholes who are having a little too much fun setting explosions off in the downtown area.
you've managed to subdue one of the villains while hawks flies overhead, preoccupied with evacuating a damaged apartment building.
you tune into your comms as you slap a set of handcuffs over the villain's wrists, unheeding to the absolute hissy-fit the assailant is throwing below you.
"let me know when you get that building cleared. first guy is about to get shipped off, the other one's hiding out somewhere nearby,"
the comm crackles before hawks' voice comes through, much too chipper for your liking this early in the morning.
"maybe your imposing demeanor scared him off. you aren't exactly a morning person, chickadee," he teases, and you swear you can see the playful smirk he's sporting.
you yank the villain to his feet and push him forward toward the swat team that's on standby, once again ignoring his protests.
"not everyone has the energy to spew sunshine and rainbows out of their assholes at 8 o'clock in the morning, hawks."
he laughs brightly over the comms, "yeah, yeah. almost done, here."
you ditch the first villain with the swat team and turn around, heading back in the direction you came from, when a line of consecutive explosions rapidly go off to your right, heading straight for you. you brace yourself for the worst, but suddenly you're flying through the air before colliding with a wall and landing on the ground.
the impact knocks the wind out of you and you cough, caught in a daze as smoke hazes around you. and when you blink through the confusion you realize there's a weight on top of you, pinning you to the ground.
hawks is crouched above you, leaning in low, with his wings spread out in what you guess is either a protective or predatorial stance. he leans back just enough to get a good look at you, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"we've gotta stop meeting like this," he muses; entertained.
you shove at his shoulder and he laughs. "you say that, hawks, but i'm beginning to think you like pinning me up against things."
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a month later you aren't actually teamed up on a mission, but attending a ceremony for newly recruited heroes. you stick by each other's sides, set to be a prime example of how hero-duos are supposed to work together - basically eye-candy for the commission to gain clout.
you will admit, you've had a few drinks to take the edge off, and hawks had resorted to being your babysitter this time around.
the speeches are over with and it's social hour, the new recruits making their rounds with their agencies; seasoned pro-heros glad to finally have a moment of free time on their hands.
you finish your glass of champagne and sigh, staring off into the crowd.
"don't get me wrong, i like working with you. but why do we have to be bait for the commission's schemes?" you mutter, tugging at the shoulder of your tailored dress.
hawks reaches forward and takes your empty glass, setting it down on the table you're standing next to.
"probably because we look good together," he inclines, brushing your hand from your shoulder and adjusting the strap of your dress for you. he smooths the fabric down beneath his fingers and moves to adjust the other strap, doing the same until it lays even against your skin.
you cast your gaze to the side, avoiding him, as your cheeks flush.
"not our fault we're good looking.." you mumble.
you've definitely piqued his curiosity, and damn you for letting the alcohol talk.
"you think i'm good looking, huh?" he taunts, leaning in to catch your gaze. you roll your eyes and shove at his shoulder.
"i mean, you've pinned me up against so many surfaces that i've gotten a close enough look. i don't think my eyes would deceive me, hawks."
he laughs. "i'm glad it finally paid off, then. shall we show them what two, deliciously good looking people are capable of on the dancefloor?"
"watch it. you're biting off more than you can chew, pretty bird."
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a couple scribbles i cleaned up. also i think i like drawing him in varying states of distress
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missinglaterals · 9 months
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🐻 butch bear (she/him) 🐻
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kocokorok · 8 months
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uh.. ghost hunter Roronoa Zoro?
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schmidtsgirl · 4 months
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spencer who literally couldn’t have enough of you. You’d wake up and find him underneath the sheets, wet tongue wrapped tightly around your cunt completely devoted to making you cum even in your sleep.
spencer who cant keep his hands off of you even for a second. He’d hold your hand underneath the table. Keep his hand on your thigh while you both drove home. He’d have to have his hands on your body as he rammed his cock into your sweet cunt, either on your hips, or your throat.
Spencer who’d love to see you wearing his clothes, especially his long hoodies as you both fucked. He’d practically throw any sort of clothing your way to either try on or keep. He’d obviously love when you walk around the apartment wearing just his bottom up shirt and white panties underneath, it’d give him an opportunity to pick you up and fuck you against the nearest wall.
spencer who loves the height difference between you two, like he’s obsessed with it. You’re easy to pick up and manhandle into any sort of position he’d like you in. He’d even play around with the height difference, putting things to the highest place so you’d have to call him for help. His size kink also goes up when your underneath him completely naked and gaze so fucked out, but what’d make him completely weak is the fact his dick was clearly visible in your tiny stomach. That’d make lose his mind and start laughing like a maniac while forcing you to look at the massive bugle in your stomach, he’d use pity words “look at you so small you can see my dick’’ “fuck my tiny baby is so tiny underneath me, wanna ruin you”
Spencer who’d keep a secret photo of you in his wallet for memories it was a photo of you completely on display legs spread open, finger in your mouth as you eyed the camera. But what’d he really love about the photo was his cum falling from your cunt.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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i keep thinking about hobbies and how i often spill over myself to pick up new ones. i have adhd, i end up trying something for like a month and then just getting far enough in it that i move on, satisfied.
and that should be fine; but it's never fine.
i am a pretty decent artist; but i can't just make art for my dnd campaign, i should be selling dnd maps and character designs and scene setting pieces. i can't just make my friends matching earrings, i need to get an etsy and ship them internationally and take bulk orders. i make pretty good props and decorations and use them to throw my friends parties - but i should be running a party planning business and start taking paying clients and networking and putting my skills to actual use.
for some reason, i never figured out the specifics of pottery. it was a fun class and i enjoyed myself - and still, i'm embarrassed, years later, that i put in all that useless effort. everything i make has to be stunning. stellar. i should have applied myself more. maybe i'm too lazy. maybe i'm broken and selfish and needy. actually creative people would have kept going; they would be bettering themselves at every possible opportunity.
we find ourselves in this trap, even accidentally: we need to commodify our time, because it is a commodity. if we spend our efforts and our time not earning, isn't that the same thing as burning free money? and god forbid you ever take up a hobby that ends up being more expensive than you thought. you sit in your car and you look at the receipt and in your head you hear a conversation that isn't even happening - your mom or your friend or your partner all saying oh great. not this shit again. it's always something with you, and it never actually means anything.
i have realized this horrible thing, recently - i'll get excited to start a project, pick up a new hobby. and then i just... stop myself. i start thinking about the amount of time it will take, and how it'll look in my monthly budget. what if i can't even produce a good enough final product. sure, it's exciting to think about how i could make my friend her own custom dice. but i'm just polluting the earth if i don't get it right. better not bother. better not try.
restless, i get caught in the negative space. the feeling that oh god, i want to create. and that horrible sense - yeah, but i don't have the time to just put to waste.
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sivsii · 2 years
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I sincerely hope every artist gets to have the experience of falling in love with their art someday. even if you have to fight for it. i think we all deserve to look at the result of our creativity all giddy and go holy shit, I loved making this! I love the lines I put down and the colors I used and the indulgences I’ve taken. I love seeing things I liked and taking it for my own, pushing and molding and playing. I can’t wait to do it again
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hotpotghosts · 13 days
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lazycranberrydoodles · 10 months
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i think the barbie movie would have a profound psychological impact on hua cheng
prev comic / next comic / follow for still more hualian barbie movie content because i am not done
bonus angsty version 🎉 i hate love expressions just a couple tiny lines on the mouth and eyebrows and it goes from silly to sad
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:(
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raycatzdraws · 3 months
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ribbonwood
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yunogf · 2 months
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alternative covers for NCT 127's original horror game FAVORITE: VAMPIRE
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featherlouise · 3 days
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Exploring some concepts for a slightly older Ghost!! I imagine them as about 8-9ish during the game.
I’ve been neglecting them in most of my AUs lmao, I think it’s time for some Ghost centric stuff shxhxjxj (also they’re VERY fun to draw)
After killing the Radiance, the siblings take some time to rest and recuperate, and at some point decide to try and rebuild Hallownest. Hornet takes over Deepnest, taking her rightful place as Queen, while Hollow becomes king of Hallownest. While Ghost is technically the crown prince, it’s more in name than anything, as they would rather run the Path of Pain handcuffed in the dark than have that kinda responsibility (also they’re like. 13 by this point)
Some tidbits about their design and this AU for those interested:
- They resemble their mother more than PK, and as a result their horns are more like branches and grow to resemble antlers!!
- They also have a faint wood grain pattern all over their body
- Vessels typically have small glowing white dots on their bodies, and darker spots on their face and horns (I’ve been referring to them as soul spots and void freckles shbxxn), and you can generally tell whether they’re more proficient in soul magic or void magic depending on how many of either they have!!
(E.g. Hollow has a few void freckles, but they are COVERED in soul spots, meanwhile Ghost has a few soul spots but they have a TON of void freckles).
When they come into their power as Shade Lord, Ghost’s soul spots are swallowed by their void, and as they get older more void freckles appear until their horns are entirely black.
- I like the idea of Ghost’s power as SL showing in their physical form more as they get older, like their mortal body can’t contain their entire being, so it leaks out in the form of wispy void hair, void freckles, etc etc
- When they started rebuilding, there became a sudden need for formal clothing once again, so Hornet raids every closet in the White Palace to cannibalise the different dresses and robes into something presentable (luckily Ghost fits into most of Hornet’s old stuff)
(Assume the White Palace appears again at some point (finding PK’s corpse is a VERY fun time for Holly ahahaha))
- With the discovery of kingdoms beyond the Wastelands (via Silksong), the siblings start reaching out in the hopes of establishing some trade routes, and getting some help with the rebuilding effort
This opens some opportunities for visits from neighbouring royals (and pooossibly some new friends for Ghost, they need to meet people their age lmaooo)
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takataapui · 2 months
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A micro solo(journalling)ttrpg about being a patch of moss in a bog, and dealing with the inevitability marching nature of time, and accepting your future state of peat. Or something like that, anyway.
so, you're a small patch of moss in a big bog... on itch.io now!
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critter-covenant · 14 days
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quick little thing before i go die for a week, toodles!
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scrimblyscrorblo · 8 days
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The found family dynamic is strong I love them sm <33
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tellioari · 9 months
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Dye Blocks + NEW Dye Blocks :3c
Btw, if you know of any mods that add dyed things, like Quark with the Runes and Create with their seats, let me know! I want to make our dye mods compatible with most major mods. Also including the gradient :3c
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