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he's got the boogie in his body!!!.... no like. literally. he's got the boogie IN his body
Just realized I never uploaded the final of this animatic here! Hi everyone! This is an animatic I made last month for the song "As Cool As I Think I Am (Reprise)" from the musical "Nerdy Prudes Must Die"! I had such a blast doing this, and I've become such a huge fan of Starkid in the process. They even played this on one of their livestreams recently! It was a huge honor! Love those guys haha.
Anyways, I hope y'all dig this, and I hope it makes you cry =] <3
Shaak Ti, you were too good for this world.
Hi Star,
sending you loads of love!
i just wanted to know does chubby bucky's have any love languages that the reader figures out over time together?
Words of affirmation
Bucky low key has a praise kink. It took a while for you to realize it. The first time you complimented his baking skills, a ruddy flush swept across his cheeks and down his neck, he stammered out the most endearing thank you.
You really began to suspect it the time you mentioned how amazing he was for taking care of you when you were sick the night before, by the time you finished speaking, Bucky resembled the three-tier red velvet cake he was frosting.
And then one night, while you two were making love, you told him how good he was making you feel and he became feral, wanting-needing-to hear those words again and again.
Bucky expresses his affection by writing you the sweetest love notes before he goes to the bakery in the morning. He texts you random things throughout the day. He noticed when you change your hair, or get something new and he compliments you every chance you get. Constantly encouraging you to try new things, building you up, always believing in you.
Quality time
Because of his long hours at the bakery, he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with you. Big fancy dates are fun but it's the nights with the two of you bundled up on the couch under a mountain of blankets, his head on your stomach, arms banded around you while a movie plays. Or dinners with you sitting on his lap in the middle of the living room sharing one plate of food as you talk about your day.
Nothing compares to the afternoons spent in the kitchen with Bucky teaching how to make his favorite desserts, or wandering through the farmers market, your hand in his while he meticulously browses through the selections.
His absolute favorite moments with you. The ones that get him through a long, exhausting day are when you wake up with him, keeping him company while he gets ready. Some mornings you'll shave his beard, some days he'll talk you into quickie in the shower. But it always ends with him kissing you're both breathless.
Acts of service
Bucky loves to do things for you. Whether it's creating a signature dish for you or filling up your gas tank and washing your car so you never have to worry about it.
He gives massages, makes you playlists, and plans date nights that revolve around your interests.
If you need something done, Bucky will do it for you. No complaints, he doesn't bring it up later.
Bucky appreciates all the things you do for him. It means the world when you stop by the bakery with lunch or you get his favorite apron dry cleaned.
FINALLY MORE OF THEM. WE NEED MORE.
the inkypages... is real...
zoomed in
Cowabunga!
I had a lot of fun making this one! Mikey is such a vibrant personality
Watch the speedpaint here: Mikey [ROTTMNT Speedpaint] - YouTube
study for antoni with the word prompt?
CW: Referenced burns and scarring, burn threat, creepy whumper, whumper POV, pet whump
“One thing I like about you,” Mr. Davies says in a low voice, a rumbling of thunder on the horizon, “is that you’ve always been a quick study.”
The young man kneeling before him, hands carefully folded and resting lightly on his thighs, tilts his head a little to the side. A shock of dark hair, shaggy and in quite the need of a cut, falls over his eyes.
“You learned very quickly, didn’t you? I’m a bit proud of that, not ashamed to admit it.”
The faintest hint of a smile, there and then gone, might flicker across the young man’s face. Dark, faintly feline eyes look up to meet Mr. Davies’s, and then drop back to the floor.
The band of black leather around his neck seems to cut his head from his body, in the dim light of the room. He calls it his study, his office. He does no work here, though. No work but work like this, in burns and blood.
The young man’s spine is straight, and he will kneel there for however long he is told to, in silence.
“Thank you, Mr. Davies,” The young man says. “I... try to be good.”
“That you do, darling. That you do. Let me see your arm.”
The young man hesitates, and Mr. Davis sees the way his hands clench together until the knuckles are white before he forces his left hand to pull away, lifts it up. Mr. Davies takes the surprisingly thin wrist in his large hands, turning so the inside of the boy’s wrist faces the ceiling. Bluish veins runs up his arm, and...
Mr. Davies sighs. He’s a sight, isn’t he? Pale skin in his thin t-shirt, all those lovely little burns on display for Mr. Davies to look over, consider the spaces between them. The bits of clear, clean skin still available to ruin. He could have made the burns beautiful, he supposes, but there is something he is drawn to in the randomness of it all. The burns have no pattern. This is no painted canvas.
Only a ruined boy, who should have known better than to kill a man who had a partner with quite the taste for revenge.
He pulls the cigarette from his mouth, blowing sweet-smelling clove smoke into the air for the young man to breathe in. The pet’s breath hitches, his eyes water and redden, but he holds still.
Perfectly still.
“You know what comes next, don’t you?”
Mr. Davies watches the way the collar shifts over the young man’s throat as he swallows, and slowly nods. “Yes, Mr. Davies,” He says, and his voice is soft, that accent whisper-thin.
“Good. Let’s begin.”
His grip tightens on the young man’s wrist.
“Beg, love. Beg me not to hurt you.”
He will, regardless.
He just likes to hear him cry, and the pet knows that.
He is, after all, a quick study indeed.
Soriel week Day 2: Grocery store
hosted by @sorielweek
What? You thought it be sans in the cart?
something something dog motif
This is my first coding assignment for my software engineering class that started today. It’s going to be a really good semester.
my comics 101 final! i adapted the end of The Magnus Archives ep 47 The New Door aka when John meets Michael. it's 24 pages + the intro.
if you like this, the PDF is available on my ko-fi for free! https://ko-fi.com/s/a117bbc1b4
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why paint cats: the ethics of feline aesthetics - burton silver + heather busch (2002)
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