Monthly Archives: January 2013
Jack Tiberius Frost
Resketched to transfer to paper so I could color him with markers!
Copic markers & multiliners, gel pens
Also, I recorded my process, but editing is proving to be a bigger PITA that I imagined so it’ll be a day or so before I can put up a video.
Capt. Jack Harkness and Tony Stark walk into a bar
and everyone there walks out a little crooked.
Here kitty kitty | @redmetalandgold
It was exciting, but also a little frightening, having her boyfriend wholly under her control. Summer let go the leash to circle Anthony, trailing her nails along his neck and ruffling up his hair. “I love you so much,” she murmured, taking the end of her long braid and lashing his back with it. “Take your shirt off for me, Antosha, please.”
starkindustriesonline replied to your post: Could… Could someone hold a sobbing Dummy? He…
((Anthony and Tony would both like to offer awkward hugs and pats and attempts at comfort? Feel free to respond to my open?)){{That would be wonderful for him. I’m still just so pissed that one person can rip him apart like that. Ok, I can pass the blame off on the other too. I just can’t. And I will. I’m sorry I haven’t replied lately, Dummy’s being difficult on those replies.}}
Valley of the Shadow | @iamvictor-roth
Victor laughed, “Or perhaps you’re forgetting that I have much better eyesight that most other people.” He leaned to the side and unbuttoned her jeans with one hand. His fingers brushed just below the waistband of her now undone pants, teasing. “Would you like some more of that?” he asked, as he delicately trailed over her skin.
”I don’t forget that,” she managed. “I just … mmm … can’t agree with your sentiment. You are such a tease.” She sucked in a sharp breath at the twist of desire in her veins, moaning his name.
The Three Fountains
[I am beyond sorry for the delay of this. I have no excuse. *kowtows massively*]
Hours later, Summer slid back to the surface of sleep, blinking slowly. Humphrey had pleasured her to the point of exhaustion, and then the two had slipped into sleep still tangled about one another, clothing strewn about. At some point, one of them must have woken enough to draw the coverlets up.
She looked at him, arms still loosely about her, and couldn’t help but smile. He was generous and brave and beautiful; she ran a gentle hand over his hair. “Humphrey?” she whispered. “Wake up, lover.”
“Oh?” Summer replied archly, laughing softly. “Who is feisty? You must take yourself into account, Humphrey.” She kissed him again, lightly. “But since you spent the day hunting hearts instead of harts, is your kitchen prepared to feed us? ‘Twould be a sad thing to starve after such a feast.” She drew away and slipped out of the bed, reaching her arms to the ceiling in a massive stretch, hair atumble down her bare back. Looking over one shoulder at the Duke, she added, “Yes, I am always so.”
