#SAPRO

[gilgalahad]

[artefavoriteado]

By Jess Hara (a.k.a. Sapro, @saprophilius, @saproartist)

Becoming the cosmic dragon (commission for ardchair on twitter, thank you!) happy lunar new year!

[saprosappho]

changed my name……… been macroglossus for so long might go back…….. #scared…..

[postpunkindustrial]

Sync Sapro

[kovelles-travel-blog]

Commission of Natsume Kenasaki by Sapro

https://linktr.ee/saproartist

[prophet-writes]

Finally started making ocs again and it truly is the most evil thing ever that if I want more content of the little guys in my head, then I have to make it myself.

What do you mean that if I want to see them do stuff and interact then I gotta pick up a pen and draw it myself.

I've been far too spoiled with big fandoms that have thousands of fan artists. Now it's just me and like 2 other friends building this shit from the ground up.

But hey, at least I finally get to practice writing some more. And who knows, maybe this will be what finally gives me the motivation to actually learn to draw

[ave-studio]

Happy *belated* Solstice!

I had to opportunity to observe this holiday with a live VALISE performance in quadraphonic sound at the Stone Circle Theater in Queens, NY. This video was filmed by Heidi Lorenz

A collection of short video clips from other audience members can be found here on Flickr: https://flickr.com/photos/maraliearmstrong-rial/albums/72157641187572254/

[j-a-nuary]

[buscandoelparaiso]

considerazioni post-ascolto in cuffia dopo la prima serata

quelle che mi hanno colpito di piu' senno' famo notte (ordine sparso non di preferenza)

angelina - la noia : arrivera' sul podio se non vincitrice. lei una grinta pazzesca proprio fatta per stare sul palco sanremo le aprira' una larga e lunga strada nel mercato musicale, un po' rosalia un po' la nina, canteremo sta canzone per sempre

mahmood - tuta gold: NON il suo pezzo forte, mi aspettavo qualcosa di piu per Sanremo, presumo e spero che nell'album nuovo ce ne siano di migliori. non penso vincera' ma la canzone e' una hit radio friendly che sentiremo a lungo. come sempre per lui visual e ritornelli fanno molto quindi azzeccati entrambi anche sto giro

the kolors - un ragazzo una ragazza: banale, super safe come scelta per sanremo, ci martellera' non vi dico cosa per mesi e mesi e mesi finche non faranno un secondo singolo in cassa dritta uguale a questo e italodisco i must insisto

irama - tu no: questo ragazzo oltre ad essere un figo pazzesco e non solo esteticamente, ha una voce incredibile e un talento di scrittura raro. per me una delle migliori canzoni, adatta a sanremo e adatta alla sua persona musicale, bravissimo a cantarla ieri anche perche' il pezzo e' tecnicamente difficile. ovviamente non vincera' ma spero venga apprezzata come merita

annalisa - sinceramente: banalissima scelta super safe anche qui, poteva cantare qualsiasi cosa con la voce e la presenza che ha e invece ha scelto bellissima 2.0. la sentiremo ovunque si, fara' successone si, non penso vincera' anche se tutti ne sono convinti

bnkr44 - governo punk e la sad - autodistruttivo: per me le due rivelazioni positive, testi belli, melodie interessanti, qualcosa di 'diverso' dal canone solito dei pezzi di sanremo degli ultimi anni bravi tutti

dargen - onda alta: PEZZONE. Fine. non vincera' ma merita il podio e merita anche molti applausi. un vero tormentone

ghali - casa: lui il solito genio musicale, non vincera', probabilmente alla fine non verra' nemmeno apprezzato come dovrebbe ma ghali rimane un talento indiscusso del suo genere

geolier - i pe te tu pe me: FRATM. lo amo, faccio il tifo per lui, non vincera' mai ma il pezzo e' fuoco vero e fara' strage come sempre

rose villain - click click boom: lei un talento grandioso che non viene apprezzato abbastanza. non vincera' mai ma la canzone e' particolare e molto interessante. lei e' bellissima e ha pure una voce pazzesca spero non venga risucchiata a fare i singoli estivi con fedez perche' sarebbe un peccato. spero che partecipando al festival la gente ascolti i suoi pezzi un po' di piu e finalmente la apprezzi

gazzelle - tutto qui: lui e' un poeta per me, non mi interessa che le sue canzoni sono molto simili quello e' il suo stile e non mi aspettavo niente di meno. bravissimo flavietto ti amo per sempre grazie per le tue parole sempre

emma - apnea: lei ha fatto un glow up pazzesco negli ultimi anni e considerato quanto ha sofferto se lo merita tutto, finalmente un team che la valorizza sia a livello di immagine sia a livello di musica. la canzone e' orecchiabilissima lei e' sempre grintosissima, non vincera' ma successone radiofonico assicurato

loredana berte - pazza: arrivera' sicuro sul podio, merita un riconoscimento anche per ricordare la grande sorella. la canzone spacca si vede che ha 5000 anni di carriera alle spalle

i ricchi e poveri - ma non tutta la vita: quota orietta berti di quest'anno a prova che si puo avere tipo 900 anni in due ed essere ancora in grado di divertire il pubblico giovane e non a sanremo senza scartavetrare i maroni con polemiche inutili sui giovani in gara @ gino paoli prendi nota o chiudi la bocca

[thespiralerr]

🌿HEY! IAM SPIRAL!🌿

｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆OK. my basement and my cemetery are intended only for aesthetic Photos and information about "Saprotrophy"｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

I feel bad about gays because most of the time they're dumb. I know it's a shame, but.. in my example with blocking, it was their fault. my account was blocked 246 times for several hours. and 2 accounts are lost forever because of such people... They really annoy me with their indifference and blockages.

Nevertheless, I'm not against gays.

♪♫*•♪｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Name: Asher/Spiral/Sapro.(~˘▾˘)(✿◠‿◠)

age: 17 years. Date of birth: April 13, 2007. 🥳Surprisingly, I was born at midnight, it bothers me.... 😅 Giggle...(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

I really don't like: tea. sugar. something sweet besides eclairs. I'm sick of everything but them. I love spicy and salty, chips, crackers, spaghetti and spicy spaghetti with cheese. 🍝, pizza with cheese, with vegetables. 🌿🌿🌿🍝🍝

height: 1, 78-89 meters. ~ is equal to 5.27 feet .

♪♫*•♪｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

——My character is complicated, but you shouldn't be afraid of him... I know that I can be violent, aggressive, flirtatious and nasty, but these are the little things that I learned from my teenage years... And I'm already old...——

Fandoms: "Hotel hazbin", "Saprotrophy" (a comic strip in which I am an artist and paint), "Countryballs" "Countryhumans" "LVPG" (Summer in a pioneer tie) "OCHML" (what the swallow is silent about), "greenqueen"

🌿🍀☘️(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

Movies: Astral, Scream, Train to Busan, "The Squid Game", "Censor" (I really love the horror film censor because of the incomprehensible plot and blood... a lot of blood.. hwahahahah 🆘 )

🌿🍀☘️(╮°-°)╮┳━┳

[keyboardsmashess]

The Siren, or The Heart of the Matter

Chapter Thirty Two: The Intervention, or Righting Some Wrongs

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, canon-typical violence, smut, implied abuse MINORS DNI. A/N: Second-to-last chapter, my loves 🥲 Can you believe it?? I just started working on my next project, though, and it's in the same universe as this one! So don't fret, you'll see our Cleo and Bucky again ❤️

Summary: Cleo and Bucky tie up a loose end and start to learn what life looks like after... everything.

Chapter Directory

Avengers minus Thor (only use when 🔨 off-planet or to talk shit about Loki)

Katniss: Where is everybody?

Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist: I’m in the lab with the doc

Giant Green Rage Monster: We’re looking over some of the tech from the sub, trying to figure out how Sapros got his powers.

Katniss: Hard pass ✋

Katniss: Anyone else?

Nat TonyifyouchangemynameagainIsweartogod Romanov: I’m in the gym practicing my knife-throwing.

Nat TonyifyouchangemynameagainIsweartogod Romanov: I could use a moving target if you want to join me.

Katniss: You know, we used to be fun 😞

Katniss: Clucky? What are y’all up to?

Lite Brite: What in the flying fuck is a Clucky?

Katniss: It’s your couple name - Cleo + Bucky = Clucky 👩‍❤️‍👨

Lite Brite: Kill it with fire.

Katniss: Listen, I don’t make the rules 🤷

Loverboy: Where are you, Barton?

Katniss: … I don’t think I want to hang out anymore

Katniss: Very busy. Lots to do.

Loverboy: I’m asking for a completely non-violent reason.

Katniss: Nope. Byeeeee 👋

Lite Brite: I think you should be wearing significantly less clothing.

Lite Brite: OMG NO NO NO

Lite Brite: THIS WAS THE WRONG CHAT

Lite Brite: NOBODY READ THAT

Lite Brite: BRB changing my name and moving to Mozambique

Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist: 🤮

Katniss: 🤮

Nat TonyifyouchangemynameagainIsweartogod Romanov: Barf.

Loverboy: 😏

Captain Underpants: I’m going to ask Maria to schedule a training about workplace boundaries. Sincerely, Steve Rogers

******

The Quinjet touches down in an abandoned parking lot on the outskirts of my hometown, and Bucky reaches out to grab my hand, stilling my nervously fiddling fingers. “We can turn around and go home right now,” he says.

I shake my head. “No. I have to do this.”

Natasha gives me a feral grin. “Good, I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Nat,” I say, eyeing the plethora of weapons on her belt. “Do you really need that many knives?”

She shrugs. “I like to be prepared for any possible outcome.”

Clint grins and hefts the quiver full of various tricked-out arrows. “Twinsies.”

“Are you forgetting that you’re only here for backup?” I say, looking at them pointedly.

Steve pats my arm with a gentle smile on his face. “I think this is how they cope with their anger,” he says, nodding to our friends. “But don’t worry, we know the mission - you and Buck take the lead.”

Tony sighs, chewing on a piece of an apple. “I still think you should let me go the corporate espionage route and financially ruin him. Takes a bit longer, but the fallout is so satisfying.”

Bucky comes up behind me and takes my hand, squeezing it once in a comforting gesture. I had been reluctant to share any of the information he and Nat had found on my stepfather with the rest of the team, but after the submarine - after getting Bucky back and finding out about my dad… Well, I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf. I’m trying to share more, much to my therapist’s delight. It’s disgusting and horrible, but also kind of great.

I survey my assembled friends, none of them besides Bucky and I necessary for the mission, but all of them here for me - with me - just the same. I give them a grateful smile. “We all know I’m shit at mushy stuff, but… thanks, guys.”

Clint mimes wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Oh my god, that was so beautiful.”

I roll my eyes and Nat punches him in the shoulder. “You ready for this?” she asks me.

I tap my glasses, helmet extending into place over my head to match the suit I’m already wearing. “As I’ll ever be.”

Bucky and I draw more than a few stares as we walk up the street of gaudy McMansions leading to my mother and Robert’s house. He’s quite the sexy intimidating sight, in the black tactical suit that leaves his metal arm on full display. And though I absolutely love it, the Sirensuit isn’t exactly subtle, either.

“Ten bucks says we’re on a gossip blog within the next hour.”

I huff a laugh, knowing he’s trying to distract me from our task. “A whole hour? I say no more than thirty minutes.”

His eyes crinkle in my favorite version of his smile - the one that tells me how much he adores me - and he shrugs a shoulder. “Fair enough.”

As we near my parents’ front door, my crystal starts to throb. I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath. 

“We can turn back any time,” Bucky reminds me, and I open my eyes and nod.

“I know,” I say. “It’s fine. I’m ready.”

My mother’s car is absent from the driveway, just as we’d planned, so when I ring the doorbell, I know the approaching footsteps are Robert’s.

“Wha- Cleo? Is that you? And Sergeant - what are you doing here?”

I tap my glasses again, helmet retracting. I’d wanted to wear it as an intimidating shield, I suppose, but here - facing him - I decide that I want him to have to look me in the eye. “We’re here for something that is long overdue, Robert.” I stride past him into the house, not waiting for an invitation, and Bucky follows behind me.

Standing in the middle of the foyer, I pull out the device Tony gave me and click the button. Holographic versions of the files Bucky and Nat assembled blink to life in the air between Robert and I, and I watch the blood drain from his face.

“What the hell is this, Cleo?” he asks, clearly aiming for anger but sounding more like a scared little boy.

I casually flick through the pages, showing him the sheer quantity of data we have at hand. “This is a lot of things,” I say, voice deceptively light. “The police might call it evidence.” He blanches, but I continue. “My team might call it a reason to Avenge.” Pages fly by, and I watch the reflection of the collected information flicker in Robert’s wide, fearful eyes. “You might call it a rather large skeleton in your closet. But me,” I say, spreading my fingers to zoom in on a photo from my childhood. “I call it the beginning of a story.”

With a wave of my hand, the hologram disappears, and I return the device to my pocket. “And today, Robert, we’ve reached the ending.”

His fearful eyes dart between Bucky and I, but Bucky remains (as we discussed) standing in front of the door with folded arms, backup if I need it but otherwise simply a blockade. A very, very angry blockade.

I lift my hands, levitating off the ground, and Robert shrinks before me, a shadow of the man who once brought me so much pain. Reaching one hand forward, I squeeze my fingers, Robert’s airway constricting as I do, and he scrabbles at his throat with his own hands, clawing at empty air. Bucky says nothing, and as Robert’s face turns a deep red, I know he would remain stoically silent and allow me to play this thing through to the end, if that's what I wanted. Robert’s face turns purple now, and I imagine he’s starting to see spots in his vision. His pants darken and I realize he’s wet himself in fear. All the while, Bucky stands at my back, allowing me to choose - always allowing me to choose.

After one more moment to take in the scene before me, I wave my hands and Robert inhales a gasp of air, falling to the floor as tears leak from the corners of his eyes. My feet gently touch down on the hardwood of the foyer, and as Robert wimpers on the floor, I pull a letter out of my pocket and arrange it carefully on the key table. My mother’s name is written on the envelope.

I take a step toward Robert and he scrambles backward in an awkward crab-crawl, eyes wide in terror. My hands haven’t touched him once - a courtesy he did not extend to me - and yet he still cowers in fear before me. My face is grim as I look down at him. “You have no power over me anymore, Robert, and you never will again.”

Sirens wail in the distance as Bucky and I exit the house, hand in hand, leaving the front door wide open. The police can close it when they’re finished.

******

As always, Meg answers on the first ring. “Cleo? How’d it go?”

I hope she can sense my grin through the phone. “It was everything, Meggie. I finally feel like I have closure, whatever the hell that is.”

She sighs, relieved, and sounds much less tense when she speaks again. “Did… did you take him out?”

I laugh, loud and unrestrained, and she makes a little sound of offense. “You don’t have to speak in code, weirdo. You have a secure phone now, remember?”

“Alright, then, did you kill the bastard?”

I laugh again at her matter-of-fact tone. “No, I didn’t.”

“But whyyyyy?” Meg whines. 

“He isn’t worth it. I - I know what it feels like, now, to do that,” I say, picking at my fingernail. “And he’s not worth the pain it would cause me. Leaving him to rot in prison is enough.”

She sighs. “God, when did you become so damn reasonable?”

“If it helps, I scared the piss out of him. Literally.”

“Now we’re talking,” she says, and I really can sense her grin through the phone. “Tell me everything.”

******

Natasha Romanov has added you to a new group chat 💬

Intervention

Romanov: This is an intervention.

Barton: We love Clucky - really we do 🙏

Barton: But enough is enough 🛑

Rogers: I told you I didn’t want to be a part of this. Sincerely, Steve Rogers

Stark: Wait, what’s happening?

Romanov: We’re holding an intervention to tell Cleo and Bucky to stop eye-fucking each other in public places.

Stark: Oh hell yeah, count me in. Those two are gross.

Stark: I do miss the nicknames, though. You have no panache, Romanov.

Blake: Cleo can’t come to the phone right now because she’s changed her name and moved to Mozambique. Leave a message at the beep. BEEEEEEP.

Barnes: This is ridiculous, you guys. We’re not that bad.

Banner: … it has been kind of a lot

Blake: Et tu, Bruce?

Stark: What happened to Mozambique?

Blake: 😑

Barnes: Mind your own business and let us be happy.

Barton: I would, but now I can’t enter the gym without having flashbacks of you two on the weight bench 🤮

Rogers: Maria says the MANDATORY workplace boundary training is going to be next Thursday at 2:00 PM. Sincerely, Steve Rogers

Rogers: Also, did someone clean the weight bench? Sincerely, Steve Rogers

******

“Now I know where you get it from,” Bucky says.

“Hm?” I look up from the stack of papers to see him setting an impossibly heavy box of books down next to me.

“Your book hoarding.”

I huff a small laugh, smiling up at him. “Why do you think I fell in love with a supersoldier? Who else is going to carry all my books for me?”

He rolls his eyes but bends down to kiss me, distracting me for just a few moments. Or minutes.

Finally, I pull back, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from chasing my lips with his own. “Down, boy. I have a lot of work to do.”

Bucky crosses his arms. “You’re the only one setting a deadline.”

I sigh. “I know, but if I keep putting it off, I’m afraid I’ll chicken out and leave this stuff in storage forever.”

His eyes soften. “Alright, I’m sorry. I’ll stop distracting you.” He sits down in a chair on the opposite side of the desk and pulls a stack of papers toward himself. “Where do we start?”

I look up at him again, eyebrows knit. “What do you mean, where do we start?”

Bucky grins crookedly. “Well, I know I’m not as smart as you, but I figure four hands are still better than two. Put me to work, Dr. Blake.”

Now I’m the one who causes the distraction, leaning across the desk to plant a grateful kiss on his lips. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

In an effort to keep me on their good side, given the inevitable blowback from the media surrounding the employment of a HYDRA operative as a tenured professor, Culver decided to waive the requirement that I present my thesis to a committee in order to graduate. They accepted the final draft of the written copy immediately, and I had my degree by the end of the day - no ceremony required. I’m mostly relieved that I didn’t have to jump through that particular hoop, but part of me is still a little disappointed. I suppose it doesn’t really matter in the end, though, as I’ve committed to remaining an Avenger for the foreseeable future.

I sigh, looking at Bucky. “I don’t really know where to start, to be honest. I’ve just been reading through everything and trying to organize it chronologically, for lack of a better system.”

He nods, thumbing through the stack of papers in front of him. “What do you want to do with everything once it's organized?”

I frown. “I hadn’t really gotten that far.”

“Maybe figuring that out will help you decide how to move forward.”

I cast my eyes around the room Tony is letting me use to store my father’s research. It’s full to the brim, and it’s absolutely overwhelming. “I just… If I make a decision about what I’m going to do with his things, it’s like I’m…” I rub at my eyes. “It’s like I’m making it real, that he’s gone.”

Bucky nods, understanding in his gaze. “Yeah, I get that. But Cleo, you have to give yourself permission to not be ready yet. It isn’t going anywhere, and you have a whole bunch of people in your corner willing to help you when the time is right.”

I reach across the table and take his left hand, running a thumb over his metal fingers absently. “Now you sound like Dr. Benally.”

He smiles. “Well, she’s a smart woman. And generally speaking, if your therapist tells you something, it means it’s a good idea.”

I level a flat gaze at him. “Oh, so you listen to everything Dr. Raynor tells you?”

“Uh,” he says, freezing. “On second thought, there’s no time like the present.” He grabs the stack of papers again and starts reading them with gusto.

I giggle and push back from the desk. “I’m teasing. You - you’re right. I don’t think I’m ready, just yet.”

Bucky stands and takes two large steps to reach me, pressing a tender kiss to my temple. “I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I say, and he laughs, throwing an arm around my shoulders to lead me out of the room.

“Y’know, since you aren’t busy anymore, I had some ideas for how we could fill the time,” he says, raising an eyebrow at me.

Heat pools in my belly instantly at his words alone, and I pick up the pace. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. You might be smarter than me, Sergeant Barnes.”

He groans, and we all but sprint to his apartment. 

I really could get used to this.

[wilddoorpublishing]

Check out the new cover for Where the Silence Sings, illustrated by Sapro, @saprophilous ! The first book in The Symphonic Masquerade series by Emery Blaine, Where the Silence Sings is a dark, dastardly, and character-driven tale about identity, secrets, and epic exploration set against a sci-fantasy backdrop. Perfect for fans at the cross-section of the Final Fantasy franchise, N. K. Jemisin, and Joe Abercrombie.

This new edition is slated to publish 1 October 2024.

Preorder links here: https://books2read.com/b/ml9nk7 (additional retailers on the way)

Find more links and info here: https://linktr.ee/wilddoorpublishing

[saprophilous]

Well, I just had to replace my computer because everything phased it into obsoletion. Then just the other day I heard a big crash and found the monitor seal has somehow failed. The monitor is completely shattered. I will be getting updates to commissions as soon as I can. I had to go to Best Buy to get the files taken off the broken computer. I think for less intense files I can work on the iPad.

I realize probably everyone is a bit strapped with the holidays and everything — but if anyone wants to order icons to help me out in the meantime I’d be thankful. I’m working with the original seller now since the insurance that came with the machine won’t cover anything due to it being “technical” failure lol.

Hope everyone is doing ok and I appreciate your support and patience.

-Sapro

Link to icon form: https://forms.gle/FBwkDyAgRPinsAes9

[postpunkindustrial]

Sync Sapro - Unreality Prism

[weatheredfailnot]

Realized months later that I never shared this lovely piece I commissioned from @saprophilous of Aoede (A'loq’s Azem) here, representing Aoede’s forms.

Sapro is more active on Bluesky and the same art can be found posted there at this link. The alt text was also written by them.

[fleurunique]

Faro' l'estate quando piove nei giorni grigi di novembre inventero' parole nuove per alternarmi ai suoi silenzi sapro' cambiare la mia vita seguendo il ritmo della sua trovando il punto di equilibrio dei sentimenti per lei... andro' a cercare nei miei sogni le chiavi che apriranno i suoi per imparare a rispettare questa inquietudine fra noi poi strappero' dalle mie labbra le cose che non osavo dire per cancellare tutti i suoi dubbi le sue paure per lei... oh per lei io me ne andro' ai limiti dell'impossibile per lei per lei superero' me stesso e mi trasformero' se vuole saremo indivisibili estremi indispensabili non parleremo piu' di ieri faro' di noi il mio domani certo soltanto per amarci forse per non morire mai per lei... oh per lei io me andro' ai limiti dell'impossibile per lei per lei superero' me stesso e mi trasformero' se vuole saremo indivisibili estremi indispensabili per lei il tempo io lo fermero' per dare un po' d'eternita' a quei momenti che troppo presto se ne vanno via per lei...