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And here it finally is! The Castiel poster in all it’s glory! The whole thing took me about 2 ½ weeks and I am insanely proud of it! :D
This poster will be on sale at Fantasy Basel
(ComicCon Switzerland) at the end of April 2017! I’ll be there in the artist’s alley with @confused-punda, all 3 days. I’ll be wearing a Castiel cosplay. XD
Just a little witch in a library…. started only as a little drawing.. But this one took me a long week to finish….. All done with just ink and a little pen which ended up with more lines and detail than pretty much most of the drawings Ive done before this….
Plot: Jealous Bucky is NOT someone you should get on the wrong side of. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 3897 (literally why this took me all week) Warnings: Grinding (dancing), spanking, penetrative sex, orgasm denial. Yup. Author’s Note: I’m sorry for being so MIA lately. School is killing me. BUT, here’s angry Bucky smut for your Friday night ;)
When it comes to Bucky, you’ve never met anyone who can crawl under your skin like an annoying insect, while at the same time, makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. Bucky makes you feel like you’re only thing that matters. The thing is, though, it’s not like you’re dating. The both of you just spend so much time together that it ends up being more beneficial than not. The second your skin collides with his, fireworks go off in every direction and the two of you go at it for hours.
Early last week, a nonnie sent me a prompt asking me to write about Emma finding the engagement ring in Killian’s sea chest. It took me all week, but I was determined to get it finished before tonight’s episode. Look at that! Nearly 5 minutes to spare! Here you go, nonnie! Hope you like it!
Emma transferred an arm-full of clean, wet clothes into the
dryer, turned the dial, and pushed the start button. Then, reaching for the basket of dry clothes,
she headed up to her bedroom.
Her and Killian’s
At the thought love and joy bubbled up again, and she smiled
with abandon as she pulled a bath towel from the basket and set about folding
it. Seemed like the giddy smile never
left her face anymore. She was happy,
really, really happy. She was pretty sure she’d never been this
happy, this in love before in her life, and it was almost overwhelming
She’d always made fun of musicals—people walking around and
just randomly breaking into song—but in the last few weeks they suddenly seemed
much more realistic than before.
Whenever she thought of what her life was like now she wanted to
sing. Must be her fairy tale heritage