#I can't do this no more I need to post ART.. .

[libraryofbronze]

That's basically how it is. It's funny how people like to justify what they like as highbrow somehow. A lot of the stuff we'd call ''classical'' and ''erotic'' and so forth was just plain porn in its time. There is no serious difference mechanically when it comes to what is porn or what is erotica. It's justification all the way down.

When I first started writing, I was told there was a difference. That erotica was more defined, dignified and subtle . But really, if I had to draw a line in the sand between the two, it would be pretension.

A story that regards itself as erotica and not porn is probably not going to commit whole heartedly. its author is lying to themselves on some level, trying to justify something they shouldn't have to justify at all. Their delivery will be flawed because they're wrestling with themselves.

Porn which embraces its nature and embraces what it is will give you what you want because it has no pretensions or lies. It doesn't need to put on high airs, or pretend that it's some classical work and justify itself based on that. You're there for the fucking. It knows you're there for the fucking. It knows to give you what you want.

A work that embraces itself will always be more powerful, fundamentally, than one which shies away from what it is. This isn't to say you can't have good works that consider themselves erotica, but I'd bet real money that works which are upfront and unashamed about being porn will deliver quality more often, and that even applies to the non-lewd sections.

Plot, characters and interactions will all always be stronger if they're not constantly trying to twist away from the core of the work! If you're spending time justifying, you're not spending time, you know, actually writing a story that's fun to read!

sorry for the rare non-lewd post, lol. I am a writer with genuine passion for the art that we all do, and one of my most fundamental guiding principals is ''never be ashamed of what you create.''

every time I see someone distinguishing between "erotic" and "pornographic" it basically just seems like they're saying "the stuff I like is erotic and the stuff other dumb peasants like is pornographic"

we added a wine tasting affectation to your porn, so you can jerk yourself off while you jerk yourself off

[that-satireguy]

I think I'd be more willing to listen to anti-transandrophobia posters if so many of them didn't seem to have a weird fixation on hating everything that makes transmascs happy?

Like don't get me wrong, I do have an issue with their politics. But also like. Why do you ignore transmascs in all contexts except for making pages of posts on why their kinks are bad/wrong, why their identities are bad/wrong, why their musics, their poetry, their names are bad/wrong.

I mean you have made your intention of not wanting to be present in transmasc-inclusive communities clear. Why do you need to spend so much energy trashing everything they like?

I mean I can hardly think of a single anti-transandrophobia poster who doesn't have at least 10 posts on anti-forcemasc content, making fun of tmasc names, making fun of tmasc music or just general art.

Its like they can't even hide where its coming from.

[911pride]

Welcome to 911 Pride Week!

An eight-day celebration of our favorite weewoo show and queerness!

When is this taking place?

June 23-30 are the official dates, to give people time to create, though we'll be posting things like memes and such all through the month of June to celebrate Pride!

What kind of content is allowed?

All kinds! Fic, art, gifsets, edits, playlists, fibercraft, interpretive dance... if you can make it about 911 and queerness, it can be part of this event!

Do I have to focus on canonically queer characters?

Nope! Though we're absolutely going to celebrate the fact that we have a show with so many rich and developed canonically queer characters, we don't want to curb any creativity or expression. There are plenty of identities that aren't represented canonically that people might want to explore. Give us your enbies, your aces, your queer headcanons yearning to be put to page.

Also, there are other Pride events that are purely focused on canonical characters so we feel like that niche is sufficiently filled.

Do I have to follow the prompts exactly?

Absolutely not! The prompts are like guidelines--they're there for the people who want a jumping off point for something to create. You don't have to follow them if you don't want to. So long as your creation is about 911 and is queer, it's welcome here.

Is there anything I can't create for this?

We would prefer not to have any bashing in this event. There's a lot of division in the fandom, but this is a celebration.

This is not to say that all fanworks need to be positive--we're more than aware that a lot of the queer experience involves struggle and people may want to explore that. Dark thing, dead dove, etc. is absolutely allowed here, we just ask that you tag everything properly and we'll do the same.

Can I make something for both this event and another one that's running?

Sure!! We know we're not the only Pride event running, and we'd hate to douse anyone's creativity by saying you can only participate in one.

This also applies to events that aren't Pride-themed. If something you make for this event also checks off a bingo square or something similar? Great! That just gives us more to check out when we're done admiring what you've made.

How will you guys find my stuff?

If you want to create for this event, please tag us using #911pride25 and @911pride!! We'll do our best to reblog everything in a timely manner. If we miss a post, don't hesitate to send us an ask or ping us again in replies so we can correct our mistake.

[spinstertheuncommon]

Take me to war. Come on, I dare you - Batfam x Neglected!fem!Reader

(Oneshot)

Inspired by this post by @astraeasworld !!

Reader looks and acts deathly like Martha Wayne, and it scares Bruce into avoiding and neglecting his daughter.

I did only use the 4 robins in this story, cause I kinda made Bruce a sexist dad so Cass isn't here cause I ain't doing that to her ƪ(ツ)∫ .

Title is in reference to the Crane Wives song of the same name, and it influenced the story heavily as well as the rest of their discography.

Cw: implications of unprotected sex (readers conception), neglect, postpartum depression, physically absent parent and emotionally absent parent, emotional distress and abuse, tropes of avoidant personality disorder from both reader and Bruce, tropes of paranoia from Bruce, grief, one swear.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

You were the product of a lapse in judgement. A trust in a pill, a lack of rubber, and a restless night.

Now, you’ve grown to embrace your status of a regret, no matter how that title is gifted. It’s never really your fault, is it?

Your mother didn’t hide the pregnancy from your father, instead informing him of practically every aspect. Monitoring your growth, health, gender, complication’s; practically everything tangible to a baby. Your mother even asked if he wanted to gift you your middle name.

A gift he’ll say he gave irresponsibly, yet one you brandish with petty pride.

Neither of your parents desired shared custody. Your mother wished to raise her baby herself, and your father merely requested annual updates on you, masking his indifference. He had no intention to claim custody rights, and preferred to keep to himself. Said he had no intentions to raise a kid, to busy for it.

A month prior to your birth, he publicly adopted a son.

It's only so much a neighbour could offer, especially when she hardly knew them. Instead, she’d put you in your crib, and hide in her closet, wailing and trying to outcry you.

A year after that, your mother was at her boiling point. She would say that she wasn’t informed, that no one prepared her for how hard single parenting is. But the truth was that she lacked support. Her parents were to busy to just move across country from the west coast to Gotham, and her brother was unprepared to uproot his life and move from Star City, already settled down with his own partner and child. Sure they helped the best that they could, but no one, not even your mother, was prepared to move.

So she was alone.

Eventually your uncle reached out to child services to aid your mum, after she called him, weeping at her inability to parent. Due to your cousin, born with a low independence disability, your uncle couldn't house more children without concerning child services. So, you were filed, and put in a foster home until they could get a hold of your father.

8 months later, he returned their calls.

♧♧♧♧

Growing up, you learned to not ask of much from the man you called your father. Don’t expect his yes, don’t expect his time, and never expect him to remember anything.

You tended to inform Alfred of things. School trips, fund raisers, teacher-parent conferences, birthday parties you were invited to, company at dinner, extracurricular, ect. He’d set up whatever you need, get you there and back, and would even ask you questions about your well-being.

Bruce funded all these acts, courtesy of pressure from the family law court. He can't have you taken away, for he'd loose Dick too, so he let you do near everything with a wave of his credit card and an absent glance.

With this freedom, you became the golden child of the city. Using every spare second of your time to stay out of your father's way, you did every sport, from tennis to dirt biking. You were a girl scout, volunteering to sell with any troupe. You went to spelling bees and language competitions. To art groups, museums, local gigs, band practice. You volunteered at shelters, at theatre departments as a usher or techie, at soup kitchens and clothing drives. Every parent, teacher, political figure, event planner and sports player in the city knew your name. Yet you were known for being humble about it. You were shy about status and kind to a fault, not someone anyone could bully or argue with. Even when asked about how your father never showed up for awards, you took it on the chin with the grace of someone much older. 'He's just busy,' you'd say, 'I know he loves me.'

You became a brilliant liar.

♧♧♧♧

Bruce wasn’t aware of any of it. Sure he had a calendar with every single event in there, courtesy of Alfred, but he never bothered to look at it. His job was to keep you alive, not entertain you. The sand of your life kept running through the timer, yet he never bothered to know each grain.

Never bothered to know your birthday.

To the press, however, he was the dream. The father to every orphan, the money man of every hospital, the dreamy breeze under Gotham's wings, to lift them high, high above their troubles.

Never to touch the solid ground of lies below.

♧♧♧♧

You respected your brothers, as they came along. Didn't ask them anything, didn't approach for nothing. Gave them space, and occupied yourself with anything. But that distance may have aided you.

While being only a year younger than Tim, as you got older, forced to be wiser beyond your years, your older brothers would come to you with their troubles; of mind or of heart, you were the mediator.

They knew your troubles with your father, and while they never helped you through them, you helped them with their issues.

With the countless seeds of doubt and hate you've unearthed from them, Bruce should owe you limb and life. Too bad he never respected you, despite what he tells the press.

He talks big game of absolute bullshit.

♧♧♧♧

Years passed, and you got over it.

Well... not really.

You more grew a habit of biting your tongue, the worst truths bubble bitterly like bile so they hurt nobody but you.

You don't want your brothers to get wrapped up in your loose ends, so you don't acknowledge the fraying.

Instead, you graduated high school a valedictorian, went to college with a full ride scholarship paid by the Hamilton Foundation,- thank you, Great Aunt Catherine- and moved out into your own home at 22, all with money you earned in college and highschool from awards and spare jobs. You still show face at the manor, not wanting to ghost the rest of your family just because your dad didn’t like you.

You worked hard, graduating with your PhD and a research placement in England, all lined up for after graduation season ends.

And the season ends tonight.

♧♧♧♧

All scholarship programs in Gotham come together at the end of the season and host a gala, each host on rotation. This year the world decided that dramatic irony would be your greatest adversary, as your father would be hosting in honour of the Thomas Wayne scholarship.

Your father found it distressing that you'll enter with your class instead of with him. He, however unbothered he claimed to be, was aware of how much the Gotham public love you. So if he was seen beside you, as a father shaped man, then he could leech that pride of you to be his own.

How terrible is it that unfortune favours the ugly souls.

Instead, he gave you a job, one you had taken upon yourself years ago.

Be quiet.

Fine.

I can be quiet.

♧♧♧♧

You sit in your room at the manor, all members aside Alfred already left to go organise the party. Facing the dressor, one your grandmother used to use, you run your index finger around your lower lip, to rub off any excess lipstick that may have dodged your liner.

Your other hand follows the curves of the faux marble, the ivory leaves and roses smoothed out with years of embrace. You used to daydream of your grandmother sitting there, on the same poof, brushing out her pin curls before going out on the town for the night, your grandfather chasing her wild fervour.

Many a times have you been told you are the spitting image of her, a face you’ve grown into. You started following her makeup rituals she would publish for the press, writing your letters with the same flick she did. Maybe you were selfish, but seeing how your father’s shoulders would tense at your signature always gave you a little pep in your step.

You fiddle with the knobby surface of the dresser a bit more, pulling at the bud along the side.

Click

The draw drops down from underneath, revealing the secret compartment. You've known about this for years, but never shared it with anyone, for it was your little secret.

Yours, and Marthas.

Inside it held three things: a diary with a canvas cover and well loved corners, one you would read yourself to sleep to, a pen etched with Martha's name, and a long box, containing what you felt was emotional dynamite.

You never sought a need for the context of the box, but tonight, a night before you leave the country, is a night to never forget.

♧♧♧♧

You drift through the crowd, your black, sweetheart dress glides around you. A simple look. Your evening gloves land just below your armpits, each side seam dripping with pearls, to compliment the strings around your neck. The same strings that haunt Bruces dreams; his nightmares of crushing reality.

Your grandmother's prized pearls.

His mother's lost pearls.

Or, assumed lost.

But instead of retreating into the confines of the Bat-suit, he instead has to bear the reality that the ghost of his mother haunts him through you.

He is tonight's host after all.

And he hates it. Forced to beside himself with your little revenge act in front of all eyes of power. He is meant to be the beloved, single, socialite dad of Gotham, not a neglectful father. And he’s not… is he?

You take pride in yourself that night, something you were uncommon to do. But with a final lap, you soak in every stare, every congratulations, every kiss on the cheek as stamps of victory.

Never would you let your status claim you, but god, you smiled like a rich snake.

♧♧♧♧

In the morning, as you boarded the plane to England, your full name will be plastered over the Gotham news-

“Y/n Martha Wayne-L/n stuns crowds in her grandmother’s wedding pearls at the Gotham Scholars Graduate gala!”

You’re beloved Gotham, always singing your prayers as you make the public appearances that your father butchered and ignored. While he kissed babies and sponsored orphans, you volunteer at shelters and escort patients into clinics, with welcome baskets for all.

You pride yourself on the war you’ve brought; to be the constant torment to Bruces suffering.

A tourniquet to his grief, locking down all the worst parts of Bruce, never letting him let go.

The city will haunt him with you. With your image.

With his mother's face, reincarnate.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Ehehehehe i had fun with this one

Gonna be posting a few more oneshots b4 getting back to the Gotham sewist chapters

Byeeee!!

Do not copy, steal, or repost my works!

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and horror movies

notes: this is from ages ago but apparently i never posted it lol so im doing it now

masterlist

seungcheol

thinks horror movies are really cool! they're not at the top of his list, though, and he definitely prefers action movies with less psychological tricks and less fussy plots of good guys beating up the bad guys, but the suspense in horror films is always great too. laughs when the bedraggled and emo villain first appears on the screen and says that the villain looks like [insert which ever member pissed him off recently]

jeonghan

the most calm. offers his hands as stress balls to any members who need it during the film. was probably not paying attention for the entire thing, his brain having logged out of the human world and logged in to the angel network or something. offers to make popcorn every time, and by some weird psychic ability of his he always gets up to do refills right as the popcorn is running out for everyone. records seungkwan kicking chan into tomorrow every time they finish a film

joshua

is basically the human shield for the other scaredy cat members. he doesn't particularly like horror movies, but he's pretty good at keeping in his flinches and doesn't get that many nightmares from them afterwards. often gets dragged out to make cookies for dk bc he cant handle the movies. the person that everyone goes to at night when they can't sleep. once had a total of five members in his room after they all watched 'the shining' together, and let them sleep in his bed with him for the rest of the week.

junhui

loves (!!!!) horror movies so much. thinks they're the pinnacle of film industry art. gets scared by the super horrifying ones, but loves that feeling of getting scared so much. doesn't get nightmares bc he basically forgos sleep for two days straight after they watch a film, so he bores the nightmare demons into not visiting him. at least, that's what he swears by. does need to hide behind some of the other members tho when it gets a lil too scary for him to handle

hoshi

the epitome of reckless cockiness. boasts every single time that he's Great at handling horror movies, despite having a track record of Definitely Not being great at handling horror movies well. unintentionally engaged in a screaming duet with mingyu this one time. refuses to leave the room even when the members try to force him out bc he's too loud. always wakes up wonwoo, either bc he digs his fingers into his thigh thinking that he's jihoon or bc he's just being way too noisy. doesn't remember a single thing about the plot, pretends he remembers everything and says they should totally watch it again sometime

wonwoo

agrees to watch it with the members, ends up falling asleep halfway through. while everyone is talking about the terrifying cinematography afterwards, he's just sitting there like o_o bc he doesn't remember anything about the movie. he doesn't even mean to fall asleep, it just accidentally sort of happens. is woken up by hoshi during every movie tho bc that man is basically a high-pitched whistle when he's terrified and he gets terrified by horror movies all the time

jihoon

gets scared, but is scared the moderate amount. flinches at the jump scares, lets out little yelps at the sudden screams, but always does that cute giggle afterwards to show that he's more embarrassed than anything. has soonyoung's hand around his thigh like a vice the entire movie, and he has yet to figure out if the man is doing it to try and keep jihoon in place or to keep himself in place. sometimes gets nightmares after, but he doesn't really sleep enough to even have dreams on a daily basis, so.

minghao

doesn't like them, sits through them bc if too many people leave then chan gets sad that people aren't watching the movie he picked. pretends he's chill with it but he sits in the armchair by himself all curled up like a shrimp, hugging a cushion and squeezing his eyes shut whenever he gets too scared. after the movie's finished, though, he doesn't think it was all that bad. does that mean he's willing to watch it again? not really. but at least he's not getting nightmares for a week like the others.

mingyu

cannot even Think of watching them (1). is too terrified. clings to joshua so hard that he leaves the man with bruises on his arm. screams the loudest at every unexpected noise on the screen, even if it's something as tiny as a floorboard creak. can never finish the full movie, either bc he gets yelled out by the other members for being too noisy or ends up too creeper out and runs away to hide in hansol's room and watch him sleep to make sure he's okay

dokyeom

cannot even Think of watching them (2). gets all three of the 95 line to baby him for the first part bc he insists that this time he Will get thru it. holds jeonghan's hand the entire time. and seungcheol's. also has joshua's hand (the one on the arm Not being held hostage by mingyu) hovering near his face, ready to cover his eyes when something scary pops up on the screen. never makes it past the 45 minute mark without getting teary-eyed and having to leave, asking joshua to bake him cookies with him or something to help him calm down

seungkwan

gets absolutely terrified if theres any gore. psychological horror? hell yeah, he's down. demon/exorcism horror? so long as no ones peeling off anyone's skin, he's fine. horror movies (especially the ones chan picks) often leave a bad taste in his mouth tho so theyre not really his favourite. vows to never ever watch another horror movie that chan's picked out again, always ends up sitting on the couch squashed between jun and chan during the next horror movie viewing. beats up the maknae after every movie for suggesting something so grotesque and horrible

hansol

doesn't watch. he's not a big fan of the mildly plotless, gory horror movies chan always picks and instead goes into his room. tries to read a book or do something productive, ends up just falling asleep on the floor. wakes up to mingyu's face inches from his in almost pitch black darkness, the elder trembling like a leaf in the wind while telling him that he was guarding him while he was asleep to make sure he was okay. he turns on the light in the room and spends the rest of the night reassuring mingyu that the sounds he's hearing outside are totally normal and no werewolf is trying to break through their windows

chan

was probably the one to suggest the horror movie. he's pretty chill with them, finding them interesting (if not sometimes rlly repetitive) to watch. the suspense is his most favourite thing ever. he thinks it's super cool. flinches sometimes, but always laughs after. is the only one grinning with excitement once the movie is finished. looks around at his hyungs and asks if anyone would be willing to watch it again with him sometime?

request guidelines

reactions tags: @weird-bookworm @minhui896 @slytherinshua @haowrld @belladaises @newgirlygirl @moonlitskiiies @mirxzii @wonranghaeee @yonabutnotyuna @crackedpumpkin @wqnwoos @kthstrawberryshortcake-main @kawennote09 @a-wandering-stay @icyminghao @valenhui @sweet-like-caramel @odxrilove @kyeomyun @chansburgah @pepperonijem @jeonride @kellesvt @kikohao @astrozuya @eightlightstar @onlyyjeonghan @aaniag @starshuas @all-american-fangirl @f1uffyjun @sea-moon-star @nonononranghaee @isabellah29 @mcu-incorrect @hrts4hanniehae @suraandsugar @pan-de-seungcheol @dokyeomkyeom @melodicrabbit @bananabubble @allieyaaa @aaa-sia

[letmeoutofthebasementt]

Jeongin Possessiveness

SKZ Possessiveness series pt. 1: (when they're in a serious relationship do they get possessive at all? What makes them possessive if they get possessive? How do they act in a relationship? What's their response/behavior when possessive? How do they handle it?)

So, first off, i.n can be a very possessive partner. He thinks his partner is beautiful, a work of art, even, and artwork is always admired. People look at it with wonder or whatever.

And that makes him pissed.

He can get very volatile and very annoyed very quickly if people are oggling whoever he's with. Because that's his job, isn't it? Who are they to be eyeing who he's with up like a slab of meat at an auction? He doesn't like it at all. But he also keeps it a secret. He's not all ra ra in your face, because he's evolved enough to know that he shouldn't act that way. But he can't help but feel that way.

He doesn't want to be controlling. At all. But he also can't help but get agitated when he feels like someone's encroaching on his partner or whatever. In his mind, they're his. They're part of him.

He's someone who understands the value of his partner. They're amazing. So it makes sense they'd be in high demand. But that also means that he needs to make sure that his partner isn't getting snatched up the second that he turns away. (And he's an idol. So take that second and turn it into weeks, possibly months.)

He's competitive. And he views most people around his partner as competition. For their love, their time, and their devotion. And he feels like he needs to win.

Definitely the type who forces his partner to post him. Except, well, he's an idol so he can't quite do that. But you get my point.

He feels like he needs to be above all other potential options for his partner. Hence keeping them away from any threats.

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't introduce his partners to the group out of fear of them ditching him for another member or something.

Again, his possessiveness is tiring to him. Because he's an idol. He has enough stress to deal with that doesn't involve wondering what his partner is doing all hours of the day and trying to micromanage him. He also knows that it's toxic and not good to do. It causes him to lose focus because he's constantly thinking of what his partner is doing, and checking their location.

In general, it may possibly stem from some insecurities?

But I think he's definitely trying to work on it himself.

I think his possessiveness can also stem from (Besides it being natural for him) a past of cheating? He's been cheated on before, so now he feels like he needs to keep his partner under lock and key. That they need to be all but part of him to ensure they won't leave.

He definitely hates having to be away from whoever he's with.

(This is random and uninvolved, but imo the longer he's away from his partner the more he loses interest in them romantically.)

He can be in Hong Kong or something and his mind is on his partner in Australia wondering if they're talking to another guy or something.

Wouldn't be surprised if he has a baby monitor or something at his partner's place because he's fucking paranoid.

He's definitely moving past this though. He's trying to learn how to trust more, and to focus on his goals and not distract himself trying to...Well, control and possess his partners.

I'm getting that he's definitely at the tail end of this era. He's evolving.

(He also may be in a new relationship??)

His last relationship probably ended because of his possessiveness. And that made him really reflect on it a lot. He's trying to break himself of those bad habits/behaviors tied to it, and trying to work past it. Because he's realizing it's not good for him nor his partner to be that way.

It won't stop him from having those thoughts in the back of his mind though.

[alexsl-universe]

My masterpiece

Summary: Bucky is gorgeous, even with everything he's been through, he's still the most beautiful person you've ever met, and you think some colors would just make him more handsome, why not do that?

Word Count: 2.748

Bucky x Artist!Reader

Warnings: Trauma mention, slightly mentions of wounds, fluff, love for Bucky (If i miss anything please tell me)

A/N: Hello, this is my first time posting a fic, I was inspired by this post, I haven't written in almost a month, but @buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger reblogged it and I felt a spark to write again, so here it is, I hope you like it, also, English is not my first language, so let me know if there are any mistakes, have fun :)

It was a quiet evening, Bucky was in a day off with you, both decided that just chill and rest at home was the best to do, at some point you play with his arm drawing patterns with your finger, and then you got an idea

“Baby, can I draw in your arm?” you say looking to him as he reads some book, he stops and look at you

“Why?” he asks a bit confused

“I’m bored and you have huge arms and so much space to draw on” you say looking at him caressing his arm

“If makes you happy go ahead” he says kissing your forehead and go back at his book

You smile and go grab some of your makeup and sit next to him thinking in which arm you’re going to start with, you look and wander what to do, you decide to start with his left arm, so you start outlining some patterns and coloring with diverse colors, blending them to make it more cute, he takes a moment to look at you and see what you’re doing

“Is this a that new one you bought?” he asks looking at you and moving his arm

“Shh don’t move” you say grabbing his arm and letting it stay still

He do what you say and keep still while you do your art, grabbing some golden eye shadow and highlights making his golden parts get more highlighted, when you finish it's very pretty, but his other arm looks in need of some colors too, so I go to the other side 

"I will draw in this arm too, can you hold the book with the other hand please?"

You say looking at Bucky grabbing his attention again

"Sure doll, have fun" he says and changed the hand he is holding the book

You kiss him and begin to draw various patterns and things, like a small shield of Captain America, a heart with yours and his initials, some flowers, a mini Sam with red wing and a mini Steve looking amused to how big Bucky is, you also draw a small version of you kissing his neck, that tickles him a bit.

"Stay still just a bit more, I'm almost finishing here"

You say doing the line art.

"It tickles doll, but I will try my best"

He says holding a laugh a bit

When you finish his right arm was very colorful, some very pretty arts and funny things you did to him, you smile and lean back in the couch 

"I'm done, what do you think?"

You say looking at Bucky 

He close the book and put it in the arm of the couch and look at his arms, he smiles seeing every pretty you did, he loves every detail in both of his arms

"I love it doll, but I can't see what you draw on my neck, take a picture so I can see it, and also take pics of everything you draw on me, it deserves to be kept as a memory"

He says smiling to you

You smile back and take a first pic of the drawing on his neck, with the perfect angle and him smiling 

"What do you think?" You say showing the picture to him and he laughs a bit 

"Loved, i should tattoo this one, i love it more than the others" he says and kisses you

You make out on the couch for a bit, Bucky got a bit sad that some of the drawings smudged but you assure him that it's okay, you can draw more later.

On another day it’s really hot day and he is wearing shorts, something that grabs your attention to his beautiful legs, your mind go straight back to the day you draw on him and you got more desire to do so again. You two are watching some show on the TV, you do the same and start to draw patterns with your finger on his leg before you ask him.

“Baby, can I draw on you again? Your legs look so good to draw on” you say looking at him and pounding to him

“You want to do it again?” he asks looking at you and you nod to him “Go ahead and have fun baby” he says and grab your face and kiss you

You smile kissing him and went to grab your makeup again but remembered that it smudged, so you go and grab some Crayola markers and sit next to him

"This won't smudge easily, only if you put water on it"

He looks at you and just nod and go back at watching the show, you start drawing some simple things, flowers, dome doodles, and you decide to draw a small version of you laid on his thigh like you were in a big comfort carpet saying "Remember i love you and you're amazing" on as speech bubble, you draw some Steve and Sam laid on the other leg having a "chat"

"It's comfy but i don't want to stay here when he gets naked" Sam said

"I don't want to be in here when they start to make out, that would be too much to handle" Steve said to him

You keep doodling in his leg and when he notice the drawings on his leg he laughs 

"I don't think I want them in there either" he says looking at you smiling 

"We can wash them away later" you say sitting on the floor painting a wakanda cloth pattern he has on his calf

"It's for the best, the only one that can see you naked it's me" he says caressing your face as you look at him

"Or... we can give them quite of a show" you say smirking maliciously, and he does the same and grab your face and start to kiss you

You two make out on the floor of the living room, and later in the bed, and also later in the shower, and only there you realized the drawings aren't coming off, at least not all of them, some parts are and others don't, so when both of you finish bathing you go look if you grab the wrong markers.

"Oh fuck" you say realizing what you did

"What happen doll?" Bucky says getting out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped on his waist

"Hmm, I have bad news" you say a bit shy and he looks confused at you "I maybe have used some permanent markers on you"

"Okay i don't think is a problem, i can wash them away later right?" He says and you press your lips together "I will be able to watch them away right doll?" He ask and bit anxious now

"Yes, but not in one bath, it takes a few baths to wash them away completely" you say to him a bit shy

He looks at you a bit anxious, but starts to laugh 

"I think we will give them more then one show" Bucky says still laughing and you laugh with him

It took almost a week for the drawings to fade away, and it was funny to see Steve and Sam slowly fade away in his leg

One night Bucky arrives tired from a mission, it was a bit complicated one, he takes a bath and laid down in bed tired

"Baby can I give you a massage? I think will help you to relax" you say worried by Bucky tiredness 

"Sure doll, but having you by my side already relaxes me" he says smiling with tired eyes

"Turn on your tummy and let me relax you more" you say kissing him and going grab a lotion to help with the massage.

You get on his back and start to massage his back, feeling him relax more and more, you get him totally relaxed when an idea comes in your head, you have some gouache that you’re sure it goes away quickly, so you finish his massage and go closer to his face to ask

"Can I paint on your back? I promise this time it will go away in the first bath" you say and he open just a little bit his eyes

"Sure doll, have fun" he says to you and close his eyes again, you kiss his cheek and go grab the material you will need

You grab some paint brushes and the paint and stare at his back thinking what to do.

After some time you decide to do the starry night of Van Gogh, but making in a way his arm are part of the painting.

You start the firsts paint strokes with some blue shades, putting some on his metal arm and shoulder, you also decided to make some of the yellow parts with golden paint, to also give more relation with arm, slowly it begin to turn more and more look alike with the reference, you even lost track of the time.

When you finish Bucky is already in a deep sleep, he is in such a peaceful sleep you decide to not wake him up, you take a picture of him sleeping and the art you made on his back, you stand in the bed to capture perfectly all of his beauty and the beauty of the art you did, you’re proud to relax him and happy for making such a masterpiece.

You put away the paint and brushes and go to sleep next to him, he embraces you as always, every night he hugs you until both of you are sleeping, it's like an instinct now, he feels you come close and grab you to his side so both of you sleep in peace.

On the next day Bucky wakes up first, he goes to the bathroom and don't notice the art on his back, only when he goes take a bath some blue and golden colors appears on the floor, he got a bit scared, he still a bit sleepy, he sees if it's the shower but nothing in there, he sees his arm, but none gold had fell, he puts is hand on his back and feel the paint, he got relieved that nothing had happened to him.

He takes a shower and tries to take the paint away from his back, only in the end to realize maybe you haven't took a picture, you love to take pictures of your art, and he knows that, so as he thinks in a way to undo what he did, maybe remake himself maybe? No, it would be easier to go back in time, Steve did so why can't he?

Suddenly you appear in the bathroom, he freezes for a moment, not knowing what to do

"Good morning handsome" you say still sleepy going to the toilet 

"Good morning doll, had a good sleep?" Bucky asks a bit shy and afraid to tell you what he did

"Amazing as always my love" you say to him sitting in the toilet "And you? You got pretty tired yesterday"

"Amazing, the massage you gave me relaxed me so much" he says looking at the shower floor that got tons of gold and blue spots on

"I saw, you slept in such a cute way I didn't want to bother you, but you know your arms still the best place to sleep" you say smiling to him "And you got a chance to look at the painting i did in you?" You ask cleaning yourself, Bucky freezes again, how can he tell you?

"About that..." he says, he don't want to hurt you, but he knows that if he hides will be worse "I take a shower and erase it all, sorry" he says sad 

"Oh no problem I took a picture of it" you say washing your hands and Bucky sights relieved he didn't ruin your artwork, and you look at him confused 

"I thought I had ruined and you didn't took any pictures, I was so afraid of hurting you" he says to you 

"Oh honey, don't be afraid to tell me, I understand it, I won't get sad about it" you said after drying your hands and holding his face "I love you no matter what" you say and kiss him

He kisses you back holding you close to his body, holding you like the most precious thing in the hole world

"I love you too doll" he says while hugging you

When you're trying to get some inspiration you went to look at something on your phone, but nothing is giving you the creativity spark you need, until you see your lock screen.

It's the picture of Bucky with the Van Gogh painting on his back, the golds of the paint and his arm sparkling perfectly, that's it! That is the spark you needed, and you go and plan everything you will need, and name it "Project Masterpiece Kintsugi".

You tell Bucky you plan, how he is perfect to be in the arts, how he is the main spark of inspiration to do this project, he loves and accepts to be part of it.

So the preparation begins, you buy the golden paint, sketches how it will be, how you're going to picture it all, how everyone will be edited and displayed, how each part is crucial and needs to fit perfectly to work.

And after a while everything is ready, many bottles of golden paint had been emptied and some paint brushes got a bit stiff, but your masterpiece is ready, but it isn't just your, is Bucky's and many others masterpieces.

You made various pictures of persons with golden marks on them, representing pieces they lost and were replaced, or that were broken and glued back together, and the main picture is about Bucky.

He is sitting in a stool with a white background behind him, he is being covered by only a silk cloth on his intimate parts, and many golden marks on him, some straight others crooked, some big and small, in many ways, all coming from his arm as a starting point.

It's the poster of the exhibition, with the name of "Masterpiece Kintsugi: perfect as I am", you got this space with the help of a friend who also loved the idea, it has many pictures of different peoples and the ways they're broken or lost something.

A few of your favorites are of a lady who had breast cancer, her wound was covered in golden paint and flowing to her chest and arms. Another is of a person who lost their leg due a traffic accident, the person is using a golden prosthetic leg with some flowing up his leg. Other is about an old lady who had lost her husband and two sons though her life, she was wearing a silk cloth just like Bucky but exposing her belly, you draw a golden spiral in there that went to her chest, neck and face, she is in her 80's, she is one that has so many golden lines, she had seeing many things, and told you many history’s about her life, and you listened and wrote them all, every picture have a small note about theirs losses, and some even has some audio of the person telling their story and how they found happiness after all that, also having a picture of you, actually two.

One was you just alone, some golden coming from your head, some from your heart, some from your arms, you always had trouble finding yourself, and life had not being easy on you, and on yout note says "I was lost, I didn't think I could find happiness, but something changed..." and the next picture is one of you and Bucky holding hands

You're looking at each other and smiling, his golden marks and yours almost connecting, and the note in this one says "I found everything i needed with him, he healed me and I healed him, we found perfection in each other, 愛してるよ Bucky"

At the begging of the exhibition has a description of what Kintsugi means, and now at the end has another explaining it again and what the last words in the previous note says, it means “i love you” and is not commonly used, only spoken between married couples in very serious and sentimental moments, for last has your and every person who participated signature on it too.

I hope you liked it :)

[daandyli0n]

(warnings for bright colors/eyestrain and eye contact)

I'VE DONE. A THING.

took me a little over a week (maybe two? who knows), working on and off, and looking up references for outfits and whatnot, but! i've done a thing!

BEHOLD:

FREDDY FAZBEAR

BONNIE "COTTONTAIL" HOPP

CHICA CLUCKLEY

AND,

CAPTAIN FOXY TROT (or, for their Gen 2 version, "Foxi Trot". or "The Mangle," if you're one of the employees)

yeah!! i made some Fnaf Redesigns based on real life animatronics!

kinda. forgot about like. the middle layer between the fur and the endoskeleton (that i Cannot For The Life Of Me remember the name of). so uh. Whoops. pretend it's there.

some fun design notes!!

i just wanted to give all the animatronics Full Names. like animatronics irl usually do. also just 'cause i thought it was weird that Freddy was. the Only one with an actual name.

the Toys are meant to be far more saturated than the regular animatronics. that's Purposeful.

OG/Gen 1 Foxy is meant to be somewhat based on Captain Hook.

Withered Foxy typically doesn't stand; he sprints on all fours and lunges. (< meant to still match with his jumpscare)

all the Foxy variants have metal in their tails so they can wag them. all the animatronics have something similar, theirs are just Far Less Noticeable.

Mangle, as they are in the games....kinda can't happen. like that just wouldn't be possible irl. so while i have my ideas for how this version of Mangle would function...that'll have to be a separate post.

so, in Blurred Lenses (and just in my views of a "more realistic" Fnaf 2 location in general), Kid's Cove is more of a play area for toddlers and small children, with a section for Arts and Crafts in the back. Mangle oversaw this area and, once every hour once supplies were set up, would guide children through the activity before them. they had packs of crayons, glue, pencils, etc in their apron pouch for kids to come and grab if they wanted something else to do. but, well...kids will be kids. they would grab and pull at Mangle, draw on them with crayons and markers, pour paint, glue, and crayons down their throat and mess up their voicebox...and the employees didn't particularly care enough to fix them. just left the area to become chaotic while Mangle was left hardly functional, but still running, somehow.

Gen 3 Chica's Cupcake (Lil' Sprinkle) is the only one that's actually an animatronic. the other two were only props. Why The Hell Anyone Wanted An Animatronic Cupcake Is A Mystery.

the Toy animatronics having wide, dilated eyes was meant to make them look more "bright-eyed" and cheerful. the Gen 3 animatronics having more...uncanny looks to their eyes had been unintentional.

Toy Chica's leg warmers can also be viewed as feathers. because i thought it'd be cool :]

OG Bonnie is meant to look like a 70s rock star.

Lil Sprinkle (Cupcake) can also be used as a small light if need be.

anyway...hope y'all like these, because these took me. A While.

next i'll do refs for The Diner Boys (Fredbear, O'Hare (Spring Bonnie), and Marionn (The Puppet; since they were, originally, a diner animatronic).

tag time!!

@that-darn-clown @docterzerocare @hello-there-world

[catras-breakup-song]

catradora's canon status turns 5 today. i also turn 20 today. 🪅

i've spent an entire quarter of my life, a whopping 25% of it now, loving the center focus of she-ra and what this show teaches us...

it's actually pretty wild for me to think too deeply about. truly, it can't not mean something absolutely special (if i love myself, of course) when that much of a coincidence is actually reality.

this story isn't just a hyperfixation, it's a permanent part of who i am. it's shaped my later teenage years and helped me through hard times consisting of confusion and loneliness. i resonated better with catra & glimmer than any other fictional characters i had known before or would ever know since then. i found the art style soothing to stare at all the time. i appreciated the words of comfort we're supposed to internalize. it's been a consistent source of familiarity when i needed nothing more than to rewatch the same scenes repeatedly.

the online community surrounding western queer animation, and particularly this piece of media, kickstarted my hobby of collecting video edits, up to the thousands, that many talented creators have made, on an external drive. unfortunately i lost that project over the summer last year and it devastated me deeply, however i never stopped keeping track of my favorites and supporting the works i loved as i continued coming across them, such as this one to "the great war" by @somanypetals, which i will never stop recommending to others here ─ you can also go through my tag for this topic if you'd like! in fact, i also got back into video editing myself for the first time since 2021 last month!

additionally, it wouldn't be an authentic CBS post of mine if i didn't highlight how beautiful five by five takes' analysis videos on youtube are to me. their writing is a top-tier heart-wrenching gold mine and i've lost count of how many times i've rewatched through that playlist again and again. if you love this masterpiece as much as i do, you'll do so tenfold here. i still remember watching the first part of the series, "how she-ra gives us hope", when it was brand new, and i love bragging to fellow friends about being one of 5X5T's earliest subscribers from this fandom!

i (sort of but not really, which is a long complicated story on its own), came from the traumatized wave of angry voltron/KL fans. thankfully i didn't struggle with trusting the writers to follow through on the groundwork they laid down because it had only been my first fandom and therefore i hadn't been hurt by queerbaiting multiple times, but i say this because it was a big deal when she-ra's finale showed something on screen that could not be taken away or undone. catra & adora's romance helped me find peace & pride in my lesbian attraction. although i ended up not being homosexual despite failing to realize it for another year, i am still very much sapphic and wouldn't trade that gift for the world!

speaking of which, one of the best things you can find in a partner is the relatability of a common interest that brings out the emotional connection between you. i've seen @bluedandylyon around before, but i got to know xim more closely on the SPOP creative flex discord server after i jumped in activity there about a month and a half ago (and i only started being active on this blog again after creating it in 2022 back in august last year, it's amazing what that did for me). the two of us genuinely could not have clicked better with anyone else and i believe we were always destined to stumble into each other eventually. i don't know why the universe decided that time was to be so recent, but after spending half a decade single it's been very exciting to finally leave that break behind. because of SPOP, i asked them if they wanted to date on lesbian visibility day (april 26) and something within me renewed to make me the happiest i've ever been! 💟

my thoughts are too scattered and unorganized for this to feel like a proper essay of some sort, but i know i needed to get this done in time and i enjoyed it. i can't appreciate enough how much my identity, the core essence of who i am inside, has been shaped by this 50-episode cartoon. a simple love letter could never cover how important this reboot means to so many people, even if mattel still refuses to acknowledge it. ⚔️🌈💖

[caldella]

Eeeeeee he looks so good! 🙌 I love that pose!

Who wears short-shorts? Stolas wears short-shorts!

I don't have any art or craft WIP to show today, but I can share an excerpt from the fanfic I finally convinced myself to write. I've had the idea in my head for a bit and even talked about it in a post or two here, so it's been good to get it out of my brain! I'm about 4500 words in RN. No clue how long the final will be. I plan to do it all in one big piece, since it's one scenario. It doesn't make sense in chapters, and I know if I make it that way, it'll unintentionally convince my brain to discard the project. 😅

Okay, trying to pick a part was kinda hard. This thing has a mix of IMP comedy, angst/catharsis, and progressively more cunty Stolas. Maybe we'll keep with the theme of the WIP art and serve a sample with a tiny taste of the last one. 😘 (He's only at like 50% cunty power with this but bear with me the full cunty mode is in progress.)

Without bothering to crouch and make up the height difference, Stolas held the pen and paper out towards Cash. “Any payment requests made on company property must be provided on paper, for record purposes.” Cash looked miffed, but the secretary didn't flinch, and the two stared at each other. Blitzø's dad caved first; he snatched both items so fast that they might as well have been actual money. He scowled at Blitzø, then he leaned over the desk, writing down an oversized, over-bloated number and shoving it back toward the owl's hand. By now, the entire team had curiously leaned in, just a little, to try and read. “What?!” Millie interjected first, followed by other expressions of shock around the room. Blitzø even heard an, “Oh shit,” from Loona. He barely managed a glance at the amount scrawled across the page himself before his stomach dropped. Fuck, Dad. Really? Moxxie leaned nervously over the paper. “This can't be serious.” He looked up at Blitzø. “Sir, the company can't afford this! It's already taken months for our finances to recover from--” “Shut up, Mox.” He winced. “You can freak out about it some other time, 'kay?” “Blitzø.” Even Millie looked uncomfortable. “Look, I know we don't know the full story here, but that seems a liiittle…” she met Blitzø's gaze, and her face dropped as she realized he had no plan to argue it. “I mean, are you sure?” “It's fine. We'll be fine. I'll deal with it.” Blitzø didn't know how he would 'deal with it,' but this was his problem, not theirs. He'd just… have to handle it. Cash had been holding the paper out this entire time, but Stolas had made no move to take it, nor had he reacted to the number. Of course he wouldn't, Blitzø thought; he didn't know if lattes were five dollars or fifty. That amount was almost everything I.M.P. was worth, but it meant fuck all to him. Stolas lightly crossed his arms. “It will have to be itemized.” “Eye-ta-what?” Cash questioned. “Finances here are properly sorted and carefully categorized.” Stolas freed one of his arms to gesture with his talons. “If money is coming in or going out, it can't be in one nondescript sum. The accounts will need a detailed breakdown of where the cost came from, and why.” His head tilted in a uniquely owl-ish way. “Think of it as an invoice.”

Woo-hoo another WIP Wednesday!! I have a few Mastermind pieces sitting on the back-burner and the majority of them have some amount of emotional/thematic weight, as most of my more polished pieces do. Not this one tho! 😂 I have 2 goals with this piece:

Do a mild study of how they gave Stolas that unhinged sexy energy during Mastermind

See how short I can make that romper (I know I can go shorter, I've worn rompers shorter than this 😤)

The sketch and the start of the value work I typically do for color tests! This one's a funny one to me because I usually keep my more self-indulgent silly stuff to doodles and sketches and something like this would definitely qualify but for some reason I don't want to leave it here, I want to color it and render it just....because. Even now, there's a part of my brain yelling "He's just standing there! On a blank background! This means nothing, why bother finishing it?" Because it's fun and I wanna draw my blorbo 😌 That's enough 😌

This week I'm tagging @lislass @caldella and @theradiodaemon if there's anything they'd like to show off (or just consider it a friendly wave hello 😌) and of course anyone else who'd like to participate!

[chalkrub]

pwyw thingy from previous opening 🌸

[starflungwaddledee]

Hi there, Starstruck! I've heard you're a very very super normal totally average Waddle Dee.

You don't remember much of your life before arriving on Popstar, correct? And I think that's pretty alright- it seems like you've created a wonderful life for yourself! But if you had the choice to decide what sort of past you had, what sort of history do you think you'd choose?

we were all a little cringe in our younger years. ‼️ new mechanic: vote carefully! ‼️ starstruck wants to run!! you'll have to work together on one option if you want her to approach.

<< prev || [masterpost] || next >>

[arinmoss]

Mabel :3 (she/her)

[lazylittledragon]

right now i'm very torn between "taking critique is important as an artist and it's not an attack on me personally" and "people commenting about my same face syndrome under my posts upsets me an unreasonable amount and i wish they would stop doing it"

[kurah]

My entry for @cosmos-kitty's DTIYS competition :)

See this post for more details!

[gingermintpepper]

Day 4: Aristaeus

Interpretation notes and trivia below the cut!!

All rise for the entrance of my president !! Honestly, of all the figures and characters that were up for debate when I first started thinking about this story and who I wanted leading the charge Aristaeus was not one of them. Originally, I'd always known that Asclepius and Orpheus would be worked in somehow - they've always been favourites of mine in terms of children of Apollo (even if Orpheus as the child of Apollo and Calliope is less popular classically) and I expected my pick for the third child of Apollo to be involved to be similarly mortal like Iamus or Tenes but the more I looked into Aristaeus the more I fell in love with him! Ultimately, he's meant to be both a foil and a reflection of his father - a boy who grows up thinking his father's footsteps would always be warm only to realise that following in them would lead to death and destruction. While his status as a rustic and hunting god is still important here, Aristaeus' interpretation is much more focused on his connection to the Etesian wind and his quelling of the dog star Sirius which is why his hair in particular is so long and spiralling. All in all, more than any other figure I've chosen to interpret and represent in my work Aristaeus is the god I hope more people get interested in and research! I think there are a lot of important stories in his various myths and travels and I definitely want more people to discover and fall in love with them as I have!

Some fun trivia:

Apollo's firstborn son. Because he was born mortal on account of his very mortal mother, Apollo immediately took him to Olympus to eat ambrosia to begin his transition into divinity. Apollo would continue to feed Aristaeus small amounts of ambrosia and nectar for the next ten years until the child fully shed his mortal skin and was reborn as a god.

Due to the nature of making mortals deathless (namely the fun part of the process where they are completely remade and lose their mortal memories) Aristaeus spent most of his early life with his mother and siblings where they all pitched in to reteach him his family, his hobbies, his favourite things and ultimately how to live and love. Aristaeus was very attached to his maternal family because of this and his early acts of ingenuity were mostly born from his wish to make things easier for his family.

Aristaeus is the only one of his children Apollo hand raised full time. In those days, Aristaeus adored his father and believed him completely upright and blameless, the true face of a benevolent deity and the kind of man he aimed to be when he was full grown.

They would later have many bitter arguments and conflicts, the first and perhaps most impactful of all being their disagreement over Actaeon, Aristaeus' firstborn son. He wanted Apollo to teach him stating that it was a normal thing for a grandfather to do but Apollo vehemently refused to have any part of Actaeon's rearing, stating that he was not his child and that it was highly inappropriate for him to educate another god's son. When Actaeon later dies, Aristaeus blames a not insignificant part of that on Apollo - something that only worsens when he learns that it was Artemis who cursed the boy and that Apollo was always aware Actaeon would die young.

Spends most of his time travelling from place to place. Doesn't really like Olympus and prefers to spend his time minding animals or tending to fields. Is on wonderful terms with Demeter and Persephone and often makes decadent exchanges of olive oil and preserved meat for exotic flowers and fruit for his bees.

Big fan of wind and percussive instruments. Never liked the kithara because of how finicky it is and far prefers the hand drums and reed flutes of his mother's country. Exceptional dancer.

Will sell prized cattle for high quality and highly unique jewellry. Doesn't much care for gemstones but is an absolute gold fiend and has a massive collection of bracelets, anklets, nose and lip adornments and rings. Has never been north enough to hit India but got a ton of rare and different adornments from his Phoenician in-laws when he was married to Autonoë.

Hates dogs but doesn't mind wolves. Not a big horse fan either

Unlike other winds, he cannot transform into various animal forms. He's close enough to the Anemoi that he keeps up with the gossip but he's only really friends with Notos. Gets along poorly with Zephyrus whose preference for pretty youths has often led to them getting into physical altercations when they were younger. Aristaeus still holds a bit of a grudge about it.

Has a big stupid crush on Dionysus which is embarrassing because Dionysus also put him out of a job. Due to Dionysus' relative youth, he feels a bit conflicted about such feelings - mostly because Dionysus is on extremely good terms with Apollo and Aristaeus doesn't want him to get burned.

Despite kinda despising his father, Aristaeus is a pretty decent eldest brother and regularly keeps in contact with a lot of his siblings. He often delivers mead, flavoured honey and olive oil and uses it as an excuse to chat and catch up. Currently in a bit of a tiff with Asclepius because he's worried about him and his family.

Favourite colour is the rich gold of purified honey, favourite food is lokma and his favourite time of year is winter.