#i HATE showing skin and although i dont wear dresses often at all when i do they are knee level or lower

[yanderespamton78]

OC :D !!

CW : mild body horror (mushrooms growing through skin, not gorey and not the focus of the image but kinda eugh)

WOW!! AN OC!!! WOH

(ugh the colours look so much brighter on my drawing tablet like theyre meant to be desaturated but she is practically black and white uuughghghhh :(((( sidenote the pupils were an afterthought because you couldnt tell she was looking down at the snail)

okokok now im gonna ramble about this oc

Willow

She/Her

Aroace

i actually made her right when i first got into art and she was very dear to me for a while, but i kinda forgot about her and i havent drawn her in over a year. i have some older drawings of her at the end of the post (not letting you skip my ramblings).

So Willow lives in the forest by herself, and has done for as long as she remembers (dont ask how she got there (i havent thought of that yet)) which also means she has never had any need for communication so is completely mute. And im not sure what exactly Willow is?? but she is immortal. BUT!! you see those mushrooms growing through her skin on her cheek, neck, eye and hand? they are the only thing that limits her lifetime. she has this disease thingy that causes mushrooms to grow in her body and occasionally through her skin. She lives until the disease kills her, which takes a few hundred years. i actually made a diagram of all the places where the mushrooms grow a bit ago (down below with the old art). the mushrooms on her neck nearly killed her, the mushroom in her left eye means shes blind, and the one on her finger can make it harder to grip and use her hand in general. she has an animal companion, though this companion has changed throughout the years. it started off being a frog, then it became a swarm of butterflies, now its a snail? its probably going to stay a snail tho. I honestly cant remember why she is in the forest alone, i feel like she did have some reason but i forgot it. Prolly something basic like keeping the animals happy by feeding them mushrooms or smth idk. also she moves kinda weird?? i cant describe exactly what im thinking but almost kinda jerky and doll like. like Cyn from murder drones kinda. the same weird loose doll feel.

old drawings VVV (from 2022-ish oh god theyre so bad)

the one on the left is the first ever drawing of her (it was just a sketch to practise and art style and then uh. smth happened)

the one on the left is the first proper design i had of her and the one on the right is the aforementioned frog companion (he was called wizzy)

that image ^^^ was drawn in 2023. i was trying to get back into art and i wanted to make willow again because i thought she was cool. theres some writing that you cant read but its not too important. mostly diagrams

[flashbackharry]

Quarantine

Prompt 51 and 52:

51. “Are you still awake…?”

52. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

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As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you didn’t take quarantine as seriously in the beginning as you should have. You begged Harry to take you to museums and the beach and he obliged of course, only wanting to make you happy. It wasn't until the death tolls started climbing day by day, and in England where you were currently staying with Harry and his family, it was even worse. Now you turned somewhat into a hypochondriac, making Harry wash his hands after he’d come back from a run, to which Harry responded,

“I didn’t touch anything love.” Still, he washed his hands after seeing you start to bite your lower lip in anxiety.

Staying with Anne, Gemma, and her fiance in Harry's childhood home was nice. It was in a secluded area surrounded by trees but not so far making a walk to the nearest cafe only about 20 minutes. Not that that mattered, everything was closed up due to concerns surrounding the virus.

You tried giving yourself somewhat of a routine. You tried not sleeping past 8am, although when you woke up, Harry was just coming back from his run. He suggested you run with him in the mornings to which you smiled and simply said,

“I don’t run”.

You did however take up cooking and cooked breakfast for everyone most mornings, usually before Anne beat you to it. This particular morning when Harry came back from his run, his headphones hanging from his neck, his shirt was lightly covered in sweat, his hair a roused mess atop his head. He walked over to where you were cutting up onions and bell peppers at the kitchen counter for the scrambled eggs you were making. He kissed your temple and asked

“So, what's on the agenda for today?”

“Mhmm, maybe some poetry at two? Gardening at 5, maybe a stroll around the neighborhood at dusk?” You said teasingly although all sounded very appeasing.

Harry leaned against the counter and chuckled, eating some of the fruit you had cut up earlier.

“Sounds lovely, did you just come up with that yourself?” He asked, getting up from against the counter and hugging you from behind, peppering kisses to your neck as you giggled.

“Very cute guys, but please, I just woke up.” Gemma said from the doorway, walking over and taking a seat on a stool where the island was.

“Oh shush, you and Michal were very PDA-ey when you first got together.”Harry retaliated.

“Yes we were, then we had the sense to stop.”Gemma said, blowing a kiss over to you and winking.

“Yeah well, I will never hide my love for this one.” Harry said, kissing your shoulder. You pushed him away, your cheeks reddening a little.

“I love you, but please go shower bub.” You said pinching his cheek.

Harry removed his hand from your lower back and with a little protesting, he walked out of the kitchen, not of course without ruffling Gemma's hair on his way out.

Michal came down shortly after Harry disappeared and took a seat next to Gemma.

“Morning sleepy head.” She said as he planted a kiss to her head.

You loved watching them interact, as much as she teased you and Harry, she was the same as you guys. Unabashedly in love with their significant other.

“Something smells good.” Michal said smiling over to you.

“Breakfast is served.” You said, handing them their plates of scrambled eggs with a side of toast.

“Where would we be without you?” Gemma asked with such conviction you couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. Then she smiled and you returned it.

“Not as good as your mums but at least it's edible right?” You said right when Anne walked in, and you started blushing again.

“None of that darling, there was a period they hated my cooking if you can believe it.” She said giving you a kiss on the cheek before also sitting down. You smiled again. Pouring her a cup of coffee. You couldn’t help being nervous around your boyfriend's mom, even after all these years, but just like Harry, she always proved you had nothing to be nervous about.

“Yeah cause you started experimenting with that vegan shit mum.” Gemma said and Anne laughed out loud.

“Language Gem.” Was all she said, before sneaking you a wink.

Harry came down moments later, sporting his attire for the day, his hair damp from the water. He actually did dress up everyday, unlike you who sported a new one of his jumpers every few days or so.

“It makes a difference, really.” He told you one day while he was getting dressed, he glanced at you on the bed through the mirror he was facing.

“You just wanna show everyone your impeccable taste in fashion.” You said, teasing him. You watched as he laughed and poked his tongue out at you.

“Morning mum.” He said, walking over to Anne wrapping his arms around her while she sat holding her cup of hot coffee.

Harry walked over to you and sat on your lap while he grabbed some of your food from your plate. Smiling with his mouth full.

“Going grocery shopping today, any last requests?” Anne said. You peered over from Harry's lanky torso, towards Anne.

“Some more greek yoghurt please, someone keeps eating it despite saying how gross it is everytime.” You said, pinching Harry's side lightly.

“Ow!” Harry yelped.

“Can Michal and I just go with you mum? I never know what I want until I’m actually there.” She said, getting up from her seat and grabbing her and Michals plate and bringing it over to the sink.

“Yeah sure, I’m leaving in about 10 so hurry up.” She said, also getting up and walking out of the kitchen.

Gemma walked over to you and lifted your chin with one of her hands,

“Thanks for breakfast darling.” before walking out with Michal.

“I think that means we have the house to ourselves for about an hour.” Harry said, getting up from your lap. You let out a breath of air you didn't know you were holding in.

You took the remaining plates off the island and brought them over to the sink. Harry rinsed them after you went over them with a soapy sponge.

“Can I give you a haircut?” You asked.

“Absolutely not.” Harry said almost instantly.

“Why not?” You whined, frowning a bit.

“Because I dont wanna have to go bald trying to cover up the inevitable mistake you're going to make, besides, I think I might grow it out again, God knows how long we're gonna be stuck here for.” Harry said.

“Rude.” You responded, taking your hands out of the soapy water and instead running them through his unruly curls. Harry yelped again and splashed warm water from the sink at you. The fight ended with both of you slightly soaked and giggling.

When the rest of them got back from the grocery store, you helped put away all the groceries and the rest of your day was spent doing relatively nothing. You sat in the living room and watched way too many episodes of Seinfeld, you and Harry tried cooking some new recipe from a cookbook you had laying around and when that didn't end up going very well, you had to order a pizza. Harry had a few meetings later in the night over facetime so he was upstairs in the study doing that.

It was around 1am when you started feeling tired, so you headed into the bathroom and started getting ready for bed. The hot water felt nice against your skin.

When you finally got out of the bathroom and walked into the bedroom, everyone else's doors were closed, no doubt already asleep by now. You hadn't noticed how long you were in the shower until you glanced at the clock. It was nearly 2:30.

Yet Harry was nowhere to be found. You figured he was still on facetime with Jeff so you decided to go to sleep anyway.

***

It was nearly 4 when you felt a finger poking your side.

“Are you still awake?” Harry's deep voice filled your ears.

You opened your eyes and looked at his head looming over you above the covers. You closed your eyes again hoping he’d get the hint that you wanted to go back to sleep.

“I'm not gonna stop poking you until you give me attention.” He said, laying his head on the pillow and staring at the ceiling. You sighed and faced him.

“Whats up Harry?” You said, grabbing his hand under the covers.

“I can’t sleep.” He said, meeting your eyes.

“Wanna have sex?” You said smiling, half joking half not.

Harry chuckled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and he spoke again,

“Wanna come watch the sunrise with me?” He said, lifting his hand to move a piece of hair from your face. You glanced at the clock, you did have about an hour and a half until the sun would be up again.

You smiled at him and nodded your head.

You both got ready quietly. You put one of his jumpers on again and a pair of joggers before heading downstairs to find your slippers. Harry met you at the bottom of the stairs, he already had his shoes on. Once you found your slippers Harry opened the front door quietly, locking it behind you. He took your hand in his as you both walked down the driveway.

The ground was damp as it had rained a little earlier yesterday afternoon. A thin layer of dew covered the grass and you instantly regretted wearing slippers because you knew they were going to be soaked. It was eerily quiet and peaceful, that period of time in the morning where you could hear the birds beginning to chirp but if you listened hard enough, you could hear a few lingering crickets.

You walked the quiet rural streets, the houses here were far apart from each other, seeing nothing but rolling green hills for what felt like forever before seeing another house.  You found a bench after walking for 30 minutes or so. Harry sat down, pulling you into his lap. You rested your head against his. The sun barely peeking over the horizon.

“How was your call with Jeff and the others?”

Harry sighed, wrapping his arms tighter around your torso.

“It was okay. He asked if I wanted to fly back to L.A before this stuff gets worse, quarantine there.”

You tired not feeling a little sad before asking,

“And are you?”

“Politely told him no. It's not often I get an opportunity to spend long periods of time doing nothing with my family and you. Told him if he really needed me in person I’d come but if I can do my job here, at home, that I would appreciate that.” Harry finished.

You didn't say anything back right away, instead started peppering kisses into his neck, you whispered “I love you” into his ear and Harry's lips met yours. He kissed you slowly, the sun now illuminating the entire sky. He whispered “I love you more” into your mouth.

You stayed sat on the bench well after the sun had already risen. Not saying anything, playing with the many rings on his fingers. Harry pulled you up off his lap and took your hands guiding you back to the house.

Once your feet hit the ground you whispered a little “Oh.”, wincing a little.

“What's wrong?” Harry asked, worry lacing his features.

“My slippers are wet and it feels like when you have socks on and step in something wet.”

Harrys turned his nose up, cringing. He took your hand and lifted you up until your feet touched the bench and you stood there, towering over him. He turned around and hoisted you on his back. You smiled as he carried you back to his mum's house.

“And they say chivalry is dead” You said jokingly and Harry breathed a laugh.

[thequeenb]

Poppy x MC

Everyone cheers as Poppy strikes a pose in the middle of the field blowing kisses to her adoring followers. How charming

Zoe next to me scoffs watching Chloe giving us a 'suck it' kind of look. I sigh as i think if this is a good idea, but its to late to back down now

"Don't you dare think about this twice you are the fabulous Bea Hughes now go there and show the dancing Queens what putting on a show really means" Zoe says as she shoves me towards the field

But of course Miss 'I cant mind my own business' Min-Sinclair had to comment. Adorable she has my name on her lips so often.

"My condolences to your performance Wanabee, its not late to back down" gosh she smirks and I just want to make her regret her words

"Ha! You call that performance darling?" This is the first time i actually take her in. She is wearing a cheerleader outfit that hugs her body perfectly. The mini skirt is revealing as much skin as possible and her shirt show off her cleavage. Focus Bea

"You think you can top this Hughes?"

Oh i am just getting started "Oh honey i can definitely do so" i smirk before Jaylen appears with her vintage red car to rescue me from Poppy's claws

"Hop in Bea" she says as her newest single blast from the speakers. The crowd goes wild and i get lost in the music and the screams that come from every direction. As Jaylen sings all i focus on is her. She is sitting on a bench drinking her ridiculous electrolyte water. Deep down i wanted revenge for all the things she has done but now? I reg--

"Thank you, you are a wonderful crowd i just want to thank Bea for inviting me here today!"

I am brought back to cruel reality, where Poppy and I hate eachother, and the students of the university are dying for it. I smile trying to focus on providing everyone that i am better than her and thats when it's my time to shine

The song is coming to an end and i have to do a final pose. For a second i am thinking but then i hop out of the car running towards where the Dancing Queens are sitting

"IS BEA GOING TO EMBARRASS OUR MAJESTY EVEN MORE?" i can hear the announcer say through the speakers.

Although i want nothing more than to wipe that bitchy smile off her face i approach with better intentions

"What the hell--" Poppy start going off immediately. Gosh her voice is so sexy yet so annoying but i don't let her finish instead i pull her towards me dipping her down as i capture her lips to a breathtaking kiss.

The crowd goes wild as the song comes to an end. Poppy and i are still kissing but then she pushes me away slightly blushing

"Are you insane? I just kissed garbage!!"

"I told you i can do better" i lock eyes with her as i wipe her lipstick off my face

Just then Zoe and the Zeta team approach while chanting my name, happiness written all over their faces "We did it!!" Luis says excitedly as he high five Carter

"I didn't think you had it in you New girl. Hey babe did you see what--" but before he could even finish Poppy's face is red with anger

"How could you help this stupid cow???" Wow that was harsh

"Wow babe it was noth--" but she becomes a blur, walking away from the field as fast as possible

I sigh before deciding if she is worth running behind to but i do anyways needing some fresh air.

She didn't get far as she sits on a bench in the heart of the campus. She murmurs to herself probably plotting my death, how accurate is that? From afar i can sense her disappointment and wait a minute, did i just feel sympathetic towards her?

As soon as she catches a glimpse of me she puts her mask back on and looks at me like I am her worst enemy

"The kick-off day was supposed to be mine!!" She says standing up. Wow was following her a good idea after all?

"Calm down and breathe can you? Its just a game!" I try to argue but its pointless because her anger takes over

"Ugh shut your stupid mouth! You come in here thinking you own this place, you are a nothing! And how dare you kiss me" her face turns a whole new shade of red and i actually feel a little terrified

"And to actually think i felt bad" i turn around ready to leave but then i can feel her stare burning behind my back. Ugh why am i so kind?

I sit next to her on a safe distance watching the endless empty campus. I dare to study her expression and i notice how badly she is holding back her tears

"You know you can cry right? It wont make you less bitchy anyways"

Poppy avoids my gaze looking skeptical "you dont understand"

I don't understand what exactly? That you are a bitch? That you try since day one to destroy me or that i am actually here confronting you? which one be specific.

"I am trying to understand why are you so mean to me without a reason"

Poppy laughs sarcastically turning towards me facing me and oh wow is that a hint of blush?

"Where i come from being on top was always a necessity, if you aren't the best you are basically nothing" those icy walls are melting baby.

"Thats bullshit" i say simply shrugging

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, you dont have to be the best on everything, after all i am sure if you were less rude and cruel you would be likable"

Poppy raises her eyebrow at me and for a moment i think she might attack me like tigers do with their prays.

"Does that mean you dont like me? Not that i care obviously you are--"

'I like you" wow now thats something i never thought i would say.

She is speechless just for a minute thinking what insult she would say next, obvi.

"You aren't bad" she cracks a small smile that makes me giggle

"Gosh you see? We dont have to be rude to eachother" i move closer to her but she is not backing down

"If you learnt how to dress maybe we could be frends, better yet my worthless assistant"

"Aaaand you ruined it" i say trying to make sense of her actions. Infront of people she is so cruel and strong like nothing can break her down, but when she is alone her walls are collapsing and all she is left with are feelings she cant deal with

"Ugh why did you kiss me anyways Hughes ? That was the most disgusting thing i ever had to do in my life" Sure Pop that's why you were clinging on me the whole time

"I put on a show for you" i lower my voice moving even closer to her until our shoulders touch

She dares to look at me and i am left breathless. Underneath all that armor she has a broken heart and hidden sensitivity i only get to see glimpses of. She scans the area realising we are alone and i smirk

"No audience now Poppy, but the whole school already knows"

"Thats not-- i--" did Min-Sinclair just shutter? Aw Bea you make her nervous how adorable!

I reach for her face but she dodges my touch as i roll my eyes "What do you think you are doing?" Oh let me show you

Without another word i lean in and our simple kiss become a heated make out session. I knew that she likes me. I move my hands to the small of her back pressing her against me even more gaining a low moan from her

"I love your outfit by the way" i say between kisses and i can feel her smile against my lips

"If you tell anyone about this i will make sure to wear this everyday making you suffer with this incredible sight" was that actually flirting coming from Poppy? Wow i am making progress

In response i just move my hands on her waist while i suck on her neck "Be quite" i whisper in her ear as i move her skirt a little bit higher

And of course someone has to ruin it

"THAT WAS SICK DID YOU TAG ME?" a student says and then another and another until we realize we aren't alone anymore. Poppy adjusts her clothes standing up glaring at me with the same cold distant look

"This isn't over you tramp!!" She makes sure everyone listen toher but she gives me a quick wink making sure I don't get offended, ah she is in love. Everyone watch her disappear and i sit back on my seat wondering all the things i will do to her when I get her alone. I will bring you to the edge Min-Sinclair i promise.

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Worthwhile

Summery: After math of battle between Steve, Bucky and Tony. Before arriving in Wakanda. Steve x Bucky x Y/n. Some angsty moments

Word Count: 2307

Done for a challenge by bigbandbombshell. Song BTSK by ms mr and picture the bottom northern lights landscape. 

I found you in pieces you'd been torn apart A million one reasons to end before you start But deep down I knew No matter what in the end, it'd be me and you

Big teeth small kiss I turn to wax and melt like this Melt like this

~ BTSK Lyrics

Zemo had done it

Dismantled the team. 

You had been there when Tony saw the video, Buckys pain crossing over his face when Tony realized it was because of the Winter Solider his parents were murdered. It was cold hearted assassination, as The Winter Solider was known for. No survivors. A stain on Buckys soul you doubted he would ever come to terms with, Steves breath was baited waiting for the drop.

“Tony Tony”

“Did you know”

“I didn't know it was him” 

“DONT BULLSHIT ME ROGERS, DID YOU KNOW?”

Steve paused, then with a single answer he admitted the truth. “Yes”

And thats what resulted to where you were now. Steve had gotten you two out, with damages. Both men were brutally beat all over from Tonys grief, yourself sporting your own scrapes. But he dismantled you early, a hit to your head threatening your senses for now. Holing up in some no name motel in a nearby Siberian town, you woke to find yourself in a dimly lit room, two double beds, shitty wood panneling, dusty curtains blocking out the glare of light, Steve and Bucky looming over you to get you to awaken.

“Ugh, what happened?” Your hand braced against your forehead as you moved to a sit, dropping your face into your hands, as your elbows braced on your knees. A wave of nausea washed over you, threatening to over take you but then it dulled to a numb sensation. Steve squatted in front of you, looking you over momentarily with a grasp of his hands on your face making you focus on his searching eyes.

“You look like your going to be okay.” You snorted in thanks to his assessment, your fingers now tenderly probing to find where you were hit, wincing at the thump. Leave it to Tony to leave a bump on your head. Not your finest moment. Bucky lowered next to you on the edge of the bed, you leaned a bit against his right arm and looked at the two men. “We took out the Ironman suit, Tony wasn't going to stop. Zemo was taken into custody, T’Challa must have followed us when we left Germany.” 

Your eyes turn to Bucky, and you don’t remark on his arm, the man looked defeated and exhausted. Dark marks under his eyes and blossoming bruises starting to form over whatever bare skin showed. You could only imagine the condition of his chest and back. Tonys suit was top of the line defense and weaponry, even against an enhanced. You move to a stand, going into the bathroom, running some hot water in the sink and splash it against your face, cleaning off any of the dried blood. You can hear Steve remark to Bucky that he would be back. Where he was going off to, you didn't know, but trusted whatever he had in mind. Grabbing a towel. You notice that much of Buckys marks are from where he hadn't cleaned up, so you grab some stuff from the limited bathroom and approach him. 

“Let me help you? Should probably see what else needs to be patched up.”

You offer as you approach him, his eyes are shadowed as he looked up “No i’m alright. Don’t worry about me”

You werent gonna give him a choice though, cupping his face and tilting it up so you can get a better look, shaking head. “Sorry, I really wasn't gonna give to much of a choice Buck.”

He didn't argue, remained still as you cleaned up the cuts, but he remarked. “You know that bump to the head didn't change your demeanor much.” You dabbed at his eyebrow carefully. 

“I got a hard head. Its going to take more then a smack to the temple to change who I am. You on the other hand Barnes are in need of stitches.” 

Pushing you back lightly, he got up to go to the bathroom mirror, tilting his face this way and that, shrugging “Eh, I've dealt with worst. I will be fine.” Sure enough that made you sigh. You haven't known Bucky Barnes for long, but he never seemed to think he was worth the effort. 

Steve is guiding the quinjet with the coordinates programmed into the dash, Bucky is sitting across from you “Whats going to happen to your friends?” Bucky asked after being silent for so long. You lift your head to look at him, knowing the sacrifice they all made to get here. “Whatever it is, I will deal with it” Steve says heavily, knowing that the team were now considered enemies and in a maximum gaurded facility. But when Captain says he will deal with it, you know the matter is closed. Bucky flexes his metal arm, its a part of him, but foreign, you see in his face he is regarding it as something that makes him less worthwhile, less of a good man. A perfect solider. “I don’t know if Im worth all this Steve.” Your jaw clenches, you had spent months studying Sgt James  Buchanan “Bucky”  Barnes. His time during the Howling Commandos, the entire time he was in service. Many a night Steve told you stories that could never be found in any paperwork. To see this man think of himself as anything less then worthwhile, bullshit. Steve whipped his head around at this. “What you did all those years, That wasn’t you. You didn’t have a choice” Buckys jaw is set now, completely unforgiving of what was done to him, the testing, brainwashing, torture and whom it made him become. “I know.... But I did it” 

His gaze went to his missing arm, and he cussed under his breath. “This on the other hand is gonna be far more difficult to deal with.” You leaned in against the bathrooms door frame, Your gaze caught his in the mirror, and you smiled at him. “We will figure it out Bucky, this cant be the first time you’ve lost your arm?” He rubbed at the shoulder where the metal and body connected. 

“Actually, it is. Titanium doesn't necessarily wear out. I've never had cause to have it changed out, even after all the experiments.” He sighed as he pushed away from the sink and you stepped back into the hotel room. It was then Steve came back to the room “Alright, this is the plan. T’Challa is going to help us. Being war criminals now, we need to go into hiding, and Wakanda is in his control, borders are up against the rest of the world. You and Bucky are going there. And with the Vibranium.... your arm can be replaced.” Although minutes ago Bucky had seemed upset about the loss of his limb, he showed no emotion to this. Again reverting back to the not worth the effort vibe. “The King isnt out to kill me any longer?” Bucky sounded a bit doubtful, but Steve gave a shake of his head.

“No, he knows the truth now, that you had nothing to do with the bombing.” Steve continued with the plan. “There’s an SUV outside for you two, and heres where you need to rendezvous with T’Challas jet.” handing you a piece of paper, this is the moment you held up a hand as if asking a question, and his brow cocked at you. “Is that necessary Y/n?” 

“Uh yea, since when did CAPTAIN AMERICA STEAL CARS?” 

“Nazi Germany, okay. Its a necessary skill back then, and no I’m not teaching you.”

Bucky grinned, finally, hearing the two of you and whispered loudly to you. “Don;t worry, I will teach you later.” You made a fist pump in victory, smirking at the Captain. Just as quickly as Bucky lightened up, he got serious. “Your going after them Steve.” Steve glanced over the room, but they hadn't had any supplies with them, just Steves captain suit and shield. Underneath it he had on civilian clothes. Hell you were still in the stealth suit you typically dressed in on missions. Steve just looked at Bucky with a set resolve.. 

“I have to. They were only there cause I asked them to be. And we are now considered war criminals, the quicker we can go into hiding the better. I can get in that facility with Natashas help, shes already getting the location.” Honestly you couldn't disagree with his plan. As much as you wanted to be there to get Sam and the rest of them out, you knew the more he had to keep accounted for, the harder it would be for Steve. And Natasha, well this is what she did. She was all about stealth and secrets. Often when the Black Widow was noticed, it was to late. “Okay were all clear on whats happening Y/n and Buck?”

It was hours later, You and Bucky had been driving since leaving the hotel, leaving behind the small village areas and going back out onto the tundra. It would be inconspicuous area for a Wakanda Jet to land, unseen by eyes that could get that info to authorities. You had made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat, watching the passing landscape. It was already starting to get dark, leaving the inner cab in the shadows at this point. You really should say something, Bucky had been so quiet the entire ride, jaw set as if he had been clenching his teeth.

“What are you thinking Buck?” 

His eyes never left the road. His hand clenched tightly around the wheel. “thinking about what a shit show this has turned into. All of this because of me. Steve shouldn't have ever come for me.” 

“What? Bucky I’m calling that bullshit” your arms folding over your chest. You had to, hearing him was making you anger now, wanting just reach right over and throttle that man. If the roles were reversed, you know he would have gone head first with disregard for his safety for Steve. You hated all of them, all the organizations who changed Bucky into this man who couldn't see anything worthwhile about himself. 

He rolled his shoulder. “You asked Y/n, You know for damn sure Steve wouldn't be known as a war criminal right now if he just stayed out of it. Or any of you either. Not signing those accords, fine. Thats standing behind your convictions, and understandable. But coming to save me. No, it wasn't worth that.” 

At this point, you don’t even have the words to explain to him how wrong he was. In between a point in crying since you were tired from the days past events and now this. More then you were willing to just let slide. You sputter out “James  Barnes, pull this fucken car over. RIGHT. NOW” Buckys eyes widen in shock at this outburst, he hit the brake, bringing the SUV to a stand still in the middle of the road. Your heart rate is thumping heavily in your chest at the rolling tension between you, and you turn in the seat to face him. 

“Y/n jesus christ, whats wrong?” He looked over his shoulder at the backseat, see if anything was wrong, out the windows and back at you. He noticed the color in your face was heightened and your eyes flashed at him in anger. 

“Words will never get through your thick skull will they Barnes. No matter what any of us say. I mean...” Your hands go up in the air, exasperated. Yes, Bucky had been traumatized over the years, and you should be more understanding. But today, your nerves were frayed, going into the unknown, you felt just at a loss in what to do. “You know what, forget trying to tell you, how about I just show you!” 

Catching him completely by surprise, your hands grasp the side of his face and you arch across the cars counsel. Your lips crush against his own, and in his surprise he doesn't move, doesn't respond for a few seconds. But then his arm snakes around your hip, dragging you over to settle in his lap, lips parting to dart tongues around each other. Each trying to take control of it. A hand braces against the back of your head, your hair tangling into his fingers grasping you, tilting it to clash teeth, bruise lips, inhale moans. Fuck James Buchanan  Barnes could kiss. 

Separating, a flush of color rise in Buckys cheeks as he looked away at getting caught in the rush, your hands dropping from his face to his shoulders, sighing and looking down yourself. Your own face hot, unsure of what to say now. He softly broke the silence, when his hand moved off the back of your head and dropped to your thigh folded  along his sides. “You know the last time I saw the northern lights like this was when I was with the Howling Commandos. I was getting in place to cover Steves back when he was about to bust into a bunker. It was just as green.” The warmth of his hand seeped into your thigh, you would not be able to forget the weight, the heat of him. “This though, might be a better way to remember them now.” 

A smile crosses your face as you lean back, the cars wheel pressing into your back as you glance out the window to see what he was talking about. The swirl of the green lights painted the sky into one of the most beautiful moments of your life. “You see, that’s all Bucky speaking. The Winter Solider, he wouldn't have found that in the midst of all this.” With a shift after a few moments, sliding back into your seat just as a jet sliced through the green waves covering the sky. “Put it back in drive Barnes, our rides here.” 

[witchofleviathan-blog]

Cultural Appropriation, Two Sides of The Coin

First of all, we need to define what it means. By Wiki: Cultural appropriation, at times also phrased cultural misappropriation,[2][3][4] is the adoption of elements of one culture by members of another culture. This can be controversial when members of a dominant culture appropriate from disadvantaged minority cultures.

A very famous example of this was the Washington Redskins NFL team, who had this logo:

And the name RedSkins. There are debates about its origin but everyone agrees that it is offensive.  One explanation dates back to a time in history when colonial and state governments paid white people to kill Native Americans and were encouraged to cut off their scalps and even genitalia, to prove their “kill count”. 

Urban Dictionary however defines it as “The ridiculous notion that being of a different culture or race (especially white) means that you are not allowed to adopt things from other cultures.  This does nothing but support segregation and hinder progress in the world.  All it serves to do is to promote segregation and racism.”

For some people, white Americans walking around in traditional east African garb, for example, is considered cultural appropriation.  Others would argue it is a form of self-expression and shows appreciation and respect of another culture.  Alternatively, a white American wearing a sari to a traditional Indian wedding ceremony is considered by many not to be cultural appropriation, but instead is showing respect of the culture and tradition.

But there’s a big problem with critiques of cultural appropriation.  They reaffirm the very thing they intend to oppose: white Western domination over and exploitation of culture at the expense of everyone else.

This is the problem with cultural-appropriation critiques. They depend on reductive binaries—“high culture” and “low culture,” and oftentimes, “first world” and “third world”—that preserve the hierarchical relations between the fashion industry and the cultures being appropriated. This is related to the problem with cultural-appreciation defenses. Producers and consumers of culturally appropriated objects often present them as examples of healthy cosmopolitanism, of an openness to diverse global sources of inspiration. But the Indonesian plaid example shows that such production and consumption of “diversity” can often—intentionally or accidentally—obscure the actual diversity and complexity of the cultural object being copied.

60% of people on Debate.org say “No, they do not believe it is an issue.” 40% of people on Debate.org say “Yes, they do think it’s an issue.” Some of the top responses include: “Both sides have blown cultural appropriation way out of proportion. Anti-political correctness people state that it is a form of censorship and totalitarianism, But no one is banned from culturally appropriating. You can't expect for there to not be a backlash when you take the culture of a minority that your people group have oppressed and trivialized it. The arguments that everything is culturally appropriated, That plaid is Scottish and other things like that, Don't work because cultural appropriation is about stigmatized groups. Indigenous people, For example, Have been killed, Forcibly assimilated, And given little to nothing to make up for it (it can't even be made up for). Their culture is a core aspect of who they are, And after being aggressively challenged and slaughtered by Western society they are trying to preserve the last pieces of their rich culture. Western people don't understand why cultural appropriation is a problem because they've never had to deal with being stigmatized. When white people, For example, Dress up as Native Americans, It is trivializing a very sacred tradition, And being completely disrespectful to a group that is still hurt by white people to this day. But there is a line. There needs to be freedom of speech and expression, And the simple wearing of patterns and styles from a different culture isn't necessarily wrong. It's important to pay respect to its source, Though, And to understand its significance. I see no valid reason why people would be so upset about not being able to wear something that doesn't have anything to do with them. It's not about oppression, It's about acknowledging a culture and paying it the minimum amount of respect it deserves. No one is controlling what you wear, But the least you can do is pay respect to something very important to another culture, And make sure that where you are getting it from comes from actual members of that culture.“ “I don't think there's anything wrong with people 'stealing' aspects from other cultures. I don't see the issue in a white girl wearing dreadlocks, if that's what she wants then she must feel free to do so. Dreadlocks is not a priviliged hairstyle only black people can have (this is only an example). I know there are people who don't feel this way and are really offended when parts of their culture get 'stolen' by other people, but I believe there are worse issues like racism and homophobia that need solving first.“ “The way I see it anybody can use anything from any culture if it suits what they need it for. No invention is the sole property of any culture because no invention was created by a culture anyway, they were created by individuals. But, in some cases, certain aspects of culture are very important to the people who live in those cultures which can cause an issue. For example, a lot of Christians value the God they worship and take offense to people insulting him. Some Americans put a lot of value in the flag and hate to see others not respect it as much. And we can all agree on the song Feliz Navidad which is an appropriation of Christmas music is cancer. There are many other examples like the British Queen and guards, the Catholic Pope, that some people take serious offense to. So, why is it we sometimes can't see how other cultures might hold aspects of their culture with a certain dignity that they feel we don't respect. Like the Native American headdresses. We may see them as colorful garments that look interesting but too many of them it's a religious item. I remember many people took offense to urinated on the image of Jesus Christ so how do we tell them that we don't care if they feel its disrespectful. It doesn't only go one-way folks, so before we use concepts from other cultures we should make sure there isn't significant importance assigned to it.“ “I believe that if we give credit and respect the source of the culture that we adopt then we can have no systemic power dynamic between two cultures and abolishing any thoughts of racism consciously or subconsciously. We should respectfully adopt all cultures and shouldn't prevent or stop any other ethnic group from adopting your own culture.“ “There is an issue look i typed a whole nuch of stuff and it deleted and i dont feel like explaining all over again so im just going to start typing a whole bunch of blah but stealing someones culture is not right you ignorant bastards stick to your own culture.“ “Where are the arguments concerning Plaid? How many times has this pattern been used in cultures other than Scottish? Here the debate ends, because it will prove that if you are not white, you have a right. I am all about honoring all cultures. I support all things related to improving cultural and racial equities...But the debate about what is cultural appropriation is utter nonsense. Shall we all go back to animal skins and furs?” “All these things that people wear like bindis and headresses (sorry i dont know the name) without knowing the meaninh and how to wear thwm is simply wrong. Just because something looks nice and cool or 'urban' doesnt mean you should wear them. People get offended because their culturistic objects are simply used because thwy look 'nice' before wearing anything like these you have to take in the consideration that they are symbolic and you should only wear them if you are using them the way they are meant to be used.” “If people think cornrows look disgusting on black people but edgy on white people then the problem is with the society of people that think that not with the white people with cornrows. If there even is a problem at all. And why is everyone so concerned with what white people think anyway. Disallowing people to borrow ideas from other cultures obstructs the progress of the arts and of the world. Pretty much all american food is appropriated from other cultures. Actually most foods associated with particular cultures are appropriated from other cultures. Thats what happens. Everyone gets ideas off each other and we all progress and learn things from each other.“ “While white people are praised for altering their bodies, plumping their lips and tanning their skin, black women are shamed although the same features exist on them naturally. What looks ghastly, horrible and repulsive on the actual culture, looks ‘cool’ and ‘exotic’ on the oppressors. How can this be? A culture is supposed to be something that is vibrant, unique and homley to the person that belongs to that culture. A culture is what gives you history and what makes you interesting- It gives you a sense of belonging to a certain group. It isn’t there to be stolen or made fun of. A culture is sacred and it’s what makes you, you. It influences the way you dress, dance, how you act, what food you eat, and the list goes on. Therefore culture is a substantial part of somebody’s life. Hence you can’t just take it like it’s yours and change the entire concept of it; changing the meaning and turning into something it’s not. It’s just not right. In a song Selena Gomez, a pop artist, dresses up in traditional south asian clothes. Now I'm not saying that's wrong. People can wear whaevr they want. However what has Bindis and Saris got to do with her song? Absolutely nothing. Then why does she wear it? She is stealing an entire culture and ethnic identity and turning it into just a mere costume. She is changing the meaning of the once- important Bindi and turning it into just an ordinary fashion accessory.” “"Cultural appropriation" is a morally confused and historically nonsensical idea. All culture, across history, has been appropriated from other cultures. There is no such thing as pure culture. All culture is in flux and is in a state of appropriation and change, at all times. The Italians got pasta from the Chinese -- should they give it back? The Japanese took much of their culture from the Chinese, and Buddhism from the Indians. There is no such thing as "black" culture -- what we call "black" covers an extraordinarily diverse set of peoples, all of which have for centuries been pillaging and appropriating one another's cultures in Africa and elsewhere. Some culture, somewhere, started wearing corn rows. Should only the black people who trace their lineage to that particular people be allowed to wear corn rows? Should we stop eating Tex Mex food? Is it wrong for a white person to wear a ninja costume to a party? Should Native Americans be asked to shut down casinos because they came from white people? Should white jewelry makers in New Mexico stop making jewelry with Native American designs and symbols? Should black people be banned from wearing bowler hats? If you are half white and half black, do you get to wear corn rows on only one side of your head? Absurd. Totally, completely absurd. Food, dress, hairstyles -- none of it is pure, none of it "belongs" to anyone of any particular race, and talking about it being "stolen" is talking pure nonsense.” For me personally-I am on the 60% that say it is not an issue. I do think there is a line you cannot cross, but to get offended for wearing “om” yoga pants, using chakras, chopsticks, practicing Voodoo, cornrows, the list goes on and on. People, witches, wizards, or not, have the freedom to look into the history of the cultural, say per example chopsticks. Is the Witch Nancy going to cultural appropriate by using them? In no way. Doing a quick Google, Nancy can look up “where did chopsticks come from” and find: “Created roughly 4,000-5,000 years ago in China, the earliest versions of something like chopsticks were used for cooking (they're perfect for reaching into pots full of hot water or oil) and were most likely made from twigs.” Now she as both knowledge on wear chopsticks came from, how they made, and possibly who made them.  The same goes for Witchcraft and it’s paths. Yes, steer clear (unless you want to) of initiation only practices. Do your research. If a  spiritual path, or religion, or group, doesn’t fit in with your ideals, then you’re free to move on to the next idea. However if something really interests you? Say mojo bags, smudging, dolls, etc? My advise would be: -Buy from local sellers. (If you cannot buy from local sellers because of the price, cheaper ones do fine too! Respect =/=  going broke!) -Ask the people from where the cultural came from.  -Ask people/the group on how to properly do whatever Witchy thing you want to do. 

Don’t be afraid to try new things. Don’t be afraid of dabbling in a few things until you figure your own path out. Ask, ask, and ask some more questions.  Sources: https://www.debate.org/opinions/is-cultural-appropriation-an-important-social-issue

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultural_appropriation https://www.battleofideas.org.uk/2017/session/whose-culture-is-it-anyway-the-cultural-appropriation-debate/ https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/fashion/teenager-prom-dress-cultural-appropriation-chinese-culture-criticism-debate-appreciation-a8330006.html

[haikyuuisbestanime]

...And Today we will be playing...

‘Okay so here are the in-depth character bs stuff I dont have much For Ahiro or Yao. Solace and Asuga will be talked about later....

Starting off with Lee, Here is the ‘Quick note:’ chapter about him (and yao)

Wotm8:

wotm8 is a character I have created by the name of Lee Chanyeol, His hero name is Beat Drop. His quirk is the ability to create a sound wave upon hitting any object, including other people. So in theory, a wave/quake of sound that could potentially trip or injure an enemy/Villain. Quirk Looks: like Present Mic's when he yells, Image example, the circles at least, But the circle's - or whatever they are??!?!? - would be a white/clear colour. The 'drop' would only be used through his feet or hands. His inspiration was 'Lucio: Overwatch'.

Lee Chanyeol is -in my mind- 5′9 or 5′10, has short blonde hair (see Wotm8), several piercings in both ears, almond or oval-shaped dark blue eyes. Lee is 18, a third year at UA.SKD. He would wear vintage or sporty clothes. His favourite is an oversized sweater, with a pair of leggings or skinny jeans, white or black socks and neon basketball shoes ((any neon colour, orange and green being his favourite)). He wears a fit bit and goes to the gym every week (on Thursdays because Wednesday was cancelled). He listens to paranormal and supernatural podcasts and has to say that is favourites are ‘And That's Why We Drink’ and ‘Welcome To Nightvale’. He enjoys listening to absolutely anything but does not like heavy metal. His biggest secret is that he is in love with Ravi and that he listens to Baby Metal. 

Hella gay...

Next up is Ayano:

Her birth name is, Kuzekara Ayano, she hates going by Kuzekara and will threaten to throw you off the roof and not save you. She currently -and forever- goes by Aizawa-Yamada Ayano, after being adopted into the Aizawa-Yamada Family. She is 17 years old, one year older than Hitoshi, which makes Ayano a second year at UA.SKD. She is 5'7.5 and weights somewhere around 125lbs to 130lbs ((pounds))

Ayano has shoulder length hazel brown hair, light brown almond-shaped eyes and lightly tanned skin. She has numerous scars on hands from a number of stupid things as well as several scars on her body from previous fights. ((Stupid things being: pouring hot water for tea into a cup but burning herself in the process)). Ayano loves listening to her Papa's radio show at any time of the day, Reading her favourite books in the living room on the couch with a comfy blanket, dancing around the house with Hitsohi while singing along to all the 'meme songs'. Ayano hates when she has to go on duty in the rain ((despite loving the rain)), she hates when Ahiro spreads his wings and purposefully hits her in the face. Her best friends and fellow teammates are Ahiro Tooru, Takahashi Kaoru, Lee Chanyeol, Wei Yao, Kim Aria, Yamato Asuga, Ravi Patel and Dao Katsumi - As well as class 1-A.

Her Quirk is Teleportation. She has a few drawbacks, which are as follows. She needs to have slept for at least 10 hours. If she teleports too much in one day without sleeping periodically throughout the day then she will pass out. Teleportation amount is unlimited, it depends on her energy levels.

Ayano goes by Aya at school, cause its part of her name and when you put all her initials together its AY.A. She doesn't have a class after lunch, so she goes to her dorm and sleeps for an hour and a half before eating her lunch and going back to school.

Ayano is Asexual!

((Hero name: Jersey Girl- she wears sport jerseys into battle))

Next up is Yao ((and the little information about her))

Kokobop:

Kokobop is another character that I have created by the name of Wei Yao. Yao is known as a 'Search and Rescue Hero'. Her quirk is the ability to 'look' through any item of technology and 'find' the person she has been sent to look for. The quirk only comes into play if she can have/hold on to /see an image of who she is looking for. Quirk Looks/Structure: Like Ene from 'Mekaku City Actors' she can 'go into' others phones, tv's, tablets and any other device connected to the internet or using data.  Her Quirk has a 6-hour max limit and a 5-minute min limit.  Yao, because of her quirk and her family connections, she is a member of the Chinese mafia, as well as the Yakuza. More or less she makes sure that their people don't get taken by the police while staying on the good side of the police. Her Inspiration was 'Ene: Mekaku City Actors'

Wei Yao is  5′4 or 5′5, weighing around 120-125lbs. Yao is in her second year at UA. SKD, making her 17. Yao is on the smaller side, while everyone in her family is taller than 5′7. Yao likes to think that because of her height, she can get away with alot more things. ((Like murder)).  Yao has 3 siblings, Wei Shen and Wei Shou (Twins) who are both 17 and her younger sister Wei Kai (she goes by kaikai).  Secret about Yao: because of her height, she fits into children's clothes and shoes, which makes it easier when she’s trying to get away with murder ((She has killed a few people))

ps. shes gay....

((I don’t have a hero name for her... help me))

Next we have Takahashi Kaoru:

Takahashi Kaoru is 17, turning 18, making him a third year at UA.SKD.  Kaoru is 5′7, weighing around 135-140lbs. Kaoru’s Quirk is the ability to create any plant at will, must be touching dirt in some way, shape or form. He can only create a plant that would grow in that environment, his favourite being vines or roots, which can grow nearly anywhere. 

Kaoru was born in Akihabara Japan, but due to a family promise, he was sent to Tashiro-Jima island, to live with his grandparents. While living with them he was constantly surrounded by the elderly and cats. He had applied for the UA hero program after learning that he could use any plant to his advantage. He often was asked to go to the local supermarket (a two-hour boat ride there and back) to get certain herbs, vegetables, fruits, etc..., so he would use his quirk to grow the herbs and give them to his grandparents ((to not waste money)). He had left his grandparents but he had promised call them every week.

Kaoru is dating Ahiro and is in a serious relationship with Ahiro. They are also teammates. Kaoru likes being in and around plants or nature, he dislikes winter but has started to hate it less and less recently. He loves spring and summer because of the rain and constant sun.  

Kaoru -in my mind- is not weak, but not ‘i can throw this car’ strong, he is decently strong.  Kaoru is constantly tan, no matter what, hes tan. Although in the winter his skin is pale. He would be one to wear oversized sweaters with leggings or a dress shirt with a sweater over it, and some form of dress pants or jeans.

 Kaoru is one of those people who will do whatever it takes to make you happy. He loves pastel colours, as well as the neons. His favourite colour is pale lime green, out of all the green’s his favourite is Shamrock Green. He listens to chill, house, deep chill and classical music as well as traditional Japanese music.

extra fact: Kaoru is Bi.

((Hero name: Amaimon))

Now we have Ahiro Tooru:

“Murder: my names Ahiro Tooru.”

Ahiro Tooru or Ahiro is 17 years old, he is 5′8. Ahiro has wings on his back, much like Hawks, but his are black, like a crow so his hero name is Crow.

Ahiro is the boyfriend who wears clothes that fit him very well and you would think ‘oo they fit him almost too well’. so something like this [Ahiro].  Ahiro is Gay.

((I dont have much about Ahiro))

((All image’s are not mine, rights to original creators. I will do another post based on their hero gear))