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spacedlexi · 9 months

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hey sweet pea 🍊🌸

#the walking dead game #twdg #the walking dead #clementine twdg #lee everett #doodles #if i dont perfect drawing lee i'll die

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redvelvetbunny · 12 days

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me and the kid i occasionally take care of

#lee everett #lee twdg #the walking dead game #twdg #twdg fanart #clementine twdg #i miss them #old art posting #old art alert #hopefully nobody hits me with hammers like how they did with sam

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stealingpotatoes · 9 months

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when life gets tough u just have to open MS paint and try recreate ur favourite old paintings

(originals are Ophelia by John Everett Millais and Nighthawks by Edward Hopper lol)

#ms paint #mspaint #ophelia #john everett millais #nighthawks #edward hopper #painting study #i guess LMAO #study #my doods #also yes these were from the other day when i did that stick figure #og

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diioonysus · 2 months

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women in art: jeanne d'arc

#artist is jean-auguste dominique ingres #artist is peter paul rubens #artist is albert lynch #i dont know the artist #dont know the artist #artist is dante gabriel rossetti #-artist is jules bastien lepage #artist is george william joy #artist is jan matejko #artist is john everett millais #artist is alphonse mucha #artist is gaston bussiere #i dont know artist but its from the cover of joan arc by mark twain #artist is jules-eugene lenepveu #artist is clement de fauquembergue #artist is gillot saint-evre #artist is raymond monvoisin #artist is stilke hermann anton #artist is francois-leon benouville #artist is eugene thirion #artist is jean-jacques scherrer #--artist is jules-eguene lenepveu #artist is henryk siemiradzki #artist is paul de la boulaye #artist is charles-amable lenoir #artist is gari melchers #artist is harold h piffard #artist is william blake richmond #artist is annie swynnerton #artist is francois chifflart

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soft-baby-punk · 1 month

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i ended up making more saltburn x classic art pieces 🤷🏻‍♀️💕 i don’t think i’m done yet but we’ll see idk

i’m particularly proud of the venetia one 🥰🩸

#saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton #venetia catton #hieronymus bosch #garden of earthly delights #ophelia #john everett millais #photomontage #difital art #i can’t stop thinking about this film send help

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staud · 3 months

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flak-happy: being reckless and beyond caring about one's personal safety / mota 1x04

#mota spoilers #masters of the air #bucky egan #buck cleven #gale cleven #bubbles payne #harry crosby #jack kidd #everett blakely #ronsparky #gif #me when I get too comfy joking w my boss at a work function #these gifs so damn yellow WHY

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nendracula · 4 months

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this trend is so fun im gonna make 12 of these

#art #my art #fanart #i think we're gonna have to kill this guy #i think were gonna have to kill this guy steven #the walking dead #the walking dead game #to the moon #to the moon game #neil watts #lee everett

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biteofcherry · 1 month

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Am I curled in bed, suffering the curse of period, daydreaming about Snowpiercer AU?

Restoring balance

Curtis Everett x female reader

Curtis Everett Masterlist

Main Masterlist

warnings: dystopian world; harsh conditions; mostly consensual (sliiightly dub-con due to apocalyptic circumstances forcing you to accept certain deals); size kink; breeding kink (obviously, since it's me);

You're one of the people who survived out in the world, not on the train and you've been living in a cottage that's now mostly rickety, but you have a cellar where you store many preserves and you have a small garden with a greenhouse where you grow plants which you then barter with other survivors;

Then one day a small group of train survivors come raiding your place and the idiots attempt to steal from you, ripping even the unripe tomatoes from the bushes, so you attack one of them with a fork and end up being dragged away to their compound, where they drop you onto your knees in front of the biggest, most dangerous looking man you've ever seen;

Curtis frowns and asks what's that all about. His men complain that you attacked them, to which you sneer that you are always open to barter your produce, but you won't let anyone steal from you, or ruin your plants.

Curtis takes the crate they've stolen and walks you back to your cottage, where he surveys the place and closely surveys you, too;

he asks what you'd like to barter that crate for and you point at your old stove and ask if he has parts that could fix it. He agrees and offers a bonus-

closes the distance between you two, trapping you against the old kitchen table

Curtis asks how long has its been since you felt pleasure and you boldly tilt your chin up and blurt out that you give yourself plenty of orgasms and are satisfied with that.

He takes your small hand in his large palm, comparing your sizes, and makes a comment how better it could feel, if your tight pussy got to stretch around something bigger than your nimble fingers

then cups your face and asks when was the last time you've been kissed

a fleeting thought about the first kind of making out with your then boyfriend enters your mind, but it instantly dissolves when Curtis claims your mouth.

You don't remember any kiss to ever feel like this, or any boy to hold you in place with such stoic confidence. It gets you weak in the knees, your breath quickening as Curtis growls into the kiss, turning it more insistent

he lifts you onto the table and tugs down your pants; fingers dipping between your thighs as his mouth descends down your neck

Curtis was right about the size of his fingers feeling so much better than yours, but it's also been so long that the pleasure rides the edge of discomfort and pain;

he's relentless, pumping into you as he forces you flat on your back and rips your shirt. He drives you to the edge, curling his fingers and circling your clit with his thumb, his mouth sucking on your pebbled nipples, teeth grazing sensitive peaks

then he's yanking his own pants open, releasing his painfully hard cock with a groan

When he thrusts into you, your scream echoes through the small cottage. Not even his fingers could've prepared you for that monster of a cock.

He fucks you roughly, mouthing on your breasts, covering them in saliva. His fingers grip all over, mapping out your body through the layers of fabric

when you come - back arched, fingers clenching on the lapels of Curtis' thick wool coat - it feels like true little death as the blinding pleasure ripples with a sting of pain in your unused pussy

Curtis stays buried inside you, groaning in delight as your walls flutter around his cock. But when your aftershocks subside, he's pulling you off the table and pushing you down to your knees

he finishes in your mouth, grabbing the back of your head and keeping you still as he empties down your throat.

He helps you up a moment later, steadying you as you lightly sway. He announces that from now on you will barter only with him.

The next day he comes with parts for the stove, which he fixes himself. You deem it worthy of the whole crate of produce, but warn Curtis that you need time for new vegetables and fruit to grow.

He comes back as agreed, bringing you a full roll of thick, warm fabric and a sewing kit. Since he ruined some of your clothes and the rest of your wardrobe needs care, too, you agree to exchange another portion of your produce, including two jars of preserves

it's also your sneaky way to assure yourself business for the period when fresh vegetables aren't available.

You give Curtis your hand to shake on your new transaction. He smirks, but takes it. Then swiftly turns you around and bends you over the sink.

This time he goes down on his knees, spreading your asscheeks and licking your pussy in reverence. He's damn skilled at making you drip, but the wetter you get, the hungrier for you he becomes

when you squeak "Enough" after the second time he makes you cum, Curtis slaps your ass and sucks on your clit so hard you break into tears;

he finishes all over your back and ass, rutting his cock between your sticky thighs first.

The next time he brings a new sheet of glass for the cracked one in your greenhouse, as well a package of fresh venison. It's been at least two years since you ate meat, so you don't argue much with Curtis when he asks for three jars of your preserves along with a basket of potatoes

it also seems fair to let him fuck your face, until you're a sobbing mess and he spills all over your face.

Each time Curtis visits, you try to compose yourself as blood rushes south to ignite fire in your core. You tell yourself that seeing him is exciting, because it means survival - ensuring you have provisions

But also each time he leaves, you spend the next weeks replaying in your head the things he's done to you as you drive yourself to orgasms.

When Curtis comes to you three months into your agreement, there's a certain smugness to his tone and his haunted, blue eyes shine a happy kind of spark

there's a reason for his satisfaction and it leaves you gasping in awe as he presents you with two living chickens. No, a chicken and a rooster.

"For this-" Curtis starts, diverting your attention back to him

"Ten jars!" You blurt instantly, ready to agree to a full crate of vegetables, as well. Because the chickens would be greatly profitable for you.

Curtis chuckles, shaking his head. He slips off his coat and lays it over the small cage in which he brought the birds in. He moves around the table, standing between you and the cage.

He takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up

"For this," his tone drops to a low, dark caress, "you'll let me finish in your pussy."

Your intake of breath is sharp, your pupils widen.

There are many arguments for rejecting Curtis' demand, but they chaotically bump somewhere in the back of your head, while your tongue lies speechless.

"With a chick and a rooster, you'll be able to have eggs to barter, but also eggs to hatch." He points out. "In time you'll get more eggs and more meat. Why shouldn't I demand more from you for that?"

"Because I could-" you lick your lips nervously as the images of Curtis filling you with his seed take over your conflicted mind.

"Oh, I know." Curtis confirms, his undertone betraying a strong desire for that exact outcome.

There were more unfinished counter arguments on your tongue, but somehow they are discarded as you end up in your small bedroom, pinned down to the bed by Curtis' massive form.

You always seemed exceptionally big, which you assumed was also the effect of many layers of clothing, but fully naked he still looks intimidatingly broad. It's a rarity when the remnants of human population were mostly malnourished.

He crowds you, overpowers you, but there's a newfound thrill to be under him.

Curtis takes you in deep, slow strokes, stretching this pleasure into a maddening experience that has you gushing around him.

He growls into your ear how good you feel, how well you take him and how you will take his seed.

As he speeds up, his own voice tattering as his breath quickens too, Curtis groans a mysterious to you confession that he took lives, but now he will give life.

Cumming inside you once doesn't sate him. He flips you onto your stomach and takes you prone bone, hard and primal. Keeps filling you full until the dawn, when he falls asleep with you tucked to his side.

From now on he's always taking you bare. Frequently, not only when he comes for food.

By the time your belly rounds, the forest between the compound and your cottage is cut down. New settlement buildings rise and your little place becomes a part of Curtis' growing kingdom.

You are branded his, as well.

#oops it may have gotten out of hand 🫣#but I don't regret it!#curtis everett imagine #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x you #restoring balance #curtis everett smut

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kerimcberry · 2 months

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Quidditch kids 🧹✨

#I like to imagine that Leander always dreamed of making the Quidditch team #and that's why he's always practicing outside in the courtyard #Even though he's not very good yet he's trying his hardest 😭#You go Leander 🥹🦁#I hope to see more of Imelda and Everett as well!! They're so much fun! 😂#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #imelda reyes #leander prewett #everett clopton #quidditch #lyla estaris

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4o4notf0und · 1 month

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Random Blakely Moments – Masters of The Air (2024) [ happy birthday @ myself 🥳🎉🎂]

#masters of the air #mota #motaedit #everett blakely #proud to say that im currently responsible for half of the gifs of him on here <3 #its my birthday i do what i want *force all of you to see douglass' boyfriend* 😊

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spacedlexi · 10 months

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"ever since i met you i've had good luck, so don't worry"

#every time i replay s1 im reminded of 2 things: clem is baby. and im in love with lee everett #the walking dead game #twdg #clementine twdg #lee everett #doodles

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ourstaturestouchtheskies · 10 months

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Joan of Arc – John Everett Millais // Mosaic of the Archangel Uriel in St. John’s Church – James Powell and Sons of the Whitefriars Foundry // Sancta Lilias – Dante Gabriel Rossetti // Milky Way Upon Giewont – Henryk Szczyglinski // Folio 13v – from the Rabula Gospels // Representation of a Deer’s Antlers – Sándor Szapary de Szapar // Not Strong Enough – boygenius

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kirbyskisses-main-moved · 1 year

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Okay, okay, I don’t want to be the one person focusing on the white people in Black Panther Wakanda Forever but

Val’s response when Ross goes “could you imagine how destructive it would be if a place like America got its hands on Vibranium weapons of mass destruction?” and she gives the most sadistic, nonchalant laugh and goes “I literally dream about it.”

That one interaction is a stunning display of what American militaristic nationalism, capitalism, and neocolonialism looks like and how white people in places of power such as the FBI or the CIA have always been about stealing away the resources and stability of BIPOC.

Shout out to Julia Louis-Dreyfus for that delivery; it is absolutely vile and she should get props for it.