#oc: anthony the silver angel

[ducktheverb]

New OC - Anthony, the Silver Angel

[cobaltsunflower]

Hihi initial design 😊 (not clothed yet since first i need to know what it looks like under)

Thank you @beastdyke so much for the Angel Generator i was having an art drought

[aliypop]

How's the World Treating You

Word Count: 1,670

Writers Note: Inspired by @sissylittlefeather Baby Let's Play House, I don't usually write angst but this is what I came up with...

Warning: Mentions of Domestic Abuse / Smut/ Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Summary: When Elvis and Cecelia figure it time to take a break from each other, Cecelia finds that her comfort is Elvis.

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Memphis, Tennessee, January 1957

"You ungrateful whore I made you!" Anthony shouted. He had Cecelia cornered against his wall. Trembling, Cecelia wondered how she was back to her ex-boyfriend, Anthony Rodgers. "I don't know what you mean..." Cecelia looked up into his brown eyes, "I made you, and I will break you." He whispered as she closed her eyes and cried. She knew things were rocky with her and Elvis when the scandal got out that he was caught kissing some girl, but she knew he'd never treat her like his, "Anthony, please."

"You refused to even thank me. If it wasn't for me, your film career would be nothing... Nothing!" He shouted again, making her feel small.

"Elvis... he..."

"He abandoned you, made you crawl back to me. That hillbilly couldn't treat you like me." he whispered in her ear, "He doesn't love you like me. He doesn't fuc-" He felt something wet on his face as he wiped his face. "Did you just fucking spit on me, you fucking bitch!" Anthony shouted as he smacked her body and fell to the hardwood floor, "I did..." She slowly got back up, laughed, and did it again, "You will never amount to Elvis." She felt the air in her lungs seize for a moment as he threw her against the wall. His fist drew back as she reached for a weapon. There was a silver candle stick that her brain could still register to her fingers to hold, 

"You're mine, you hear that, mine to use as I-"

BAM!

Cecelia trembled at what she had done. She checked to see if he was breathing, which he was, but she had never done anything like that. Cecelia was scared. But she was free, though she couldn't go home to her mother like this, with tattered clothes and bruises forming on her face and neck. She wanted to go. No need to go to Graceland.

Elvis was sitting at the table looking over the Newspaper. Cecelia and that jerk of a boyfriend of hers was the front news. Oh, how he missed her sweet voice in the morning, every day he wished. He'd make it right, but he couldn't get through or near her, "You know, I think he's abusin her."Gladys said as Elvis looked at his mother, 

"I mean, he's possessive over her."

"He should be." Elvis sighed,

"She's not herself. I saw her tonight and was practically squeezin her arm." Elvis looked at his mother. He didn't want to think that something bad was happening to her, but he also hoped they'd break up. He couldn't take this break any longer,

 "Fine, you want me to call 'er!"

"Please.." Elvis groaned as he called her mother's house. The line hung up, and he was giving up slowly, losing hope his angel would return until he heard something at the front door. Looking out the window, Elvis saw that familiar pink Ford. Opening the door, he ran to Cecelia as she ran toward him, limping, "CECE!" he shouted as she stopped and froze. Elvis noticed as he took in every detail. Cecelia tried to walk to him as the rush of adrenaline wore off, and she was now over. Her body lay there on the ground as Elvis picked her up and carried her to the couch.

 "Mama, she's hurt real bad!" Gladys ran in. There were bruises on her cheek and neck and some older ones on her thighs, 

"My lord... I'll call a doctor. You get your bedroom ready."

"My..."

"Go!"

Elvis's blood was boiling. How dare that bastard touch her that way. She deserved love and care and peace, things he knew he could give her, 

"And one more thing..."

"Yes..."

"Fix it..." 

Cecelia was now in bed, wearing a nightgown. She'd been patched up and resting except for the occasional twisting and turning.

 "No...no stop it... no... let me go. STOP IT!" She screamed, jolting up in his bed in a cold sweat, tears down her cheek. She was disoriented for a bit until she looked around, 

"Elvis, stay back!"

"I won't hurt you, honey..." He said, getting closer to

"But I might..." she turned away from him, 

"What do you mean?" He asked,

"I-I hit him with a candle stick..." She mumbled as Elvis was shocked, 

"Is he alive..." 

"Yes..." Her hands were shaking. She was truly scared at what had happened, "May I..." he asked as she nodded, Elvis held her hands as he got closer, watching her flinch again as he kissed her palms. 

"Cece..."

"I'm unloveable, aren't I..."

"What?" 

"I'm broken goods..." she began to cry, "You don't want me!"

"Cecelia, that ain't true! I don't know what he did your head in with, but I love you. This break thang is killin me!" He admitted, 

"You still love me..." avoiding eye contact,

"With my soul." He pulled her close to him as he kissed her tear-stained cheeks, 

"Then Elvis..."

"Yeah, Honey..."

"Can you promise to make love to me until I'm me again..." she asked as Elvis kissed her. His lips felt like the way summer rain felt on one's skin, like a winter sunset, 

"I promise to love you at your worst and your best," He held her close,

"Promise.."

"Cross my heart and pray I die." He smiled, kissing down her neck. He wanted to kiss every part of her. What was told to her wasn't pretty, 

"Don't kiss me there..."

"And Why not..."

"He said my nose wasn't flattering..." Elvis peppered her face with kisses as she began to giggle, "Your nose is perfect, an your eyes and that little mole on your cheek an... your lips an dimples." He then moved back to her collarbone as she took in a deep breath, Elvis removed the straps off her shoulder as the dress came down towards her breast,

"Don't tell me, he hated these too..."

"Well... they could've been bigger." Elvis rolled his eyes as he kissed down her breast, trading between her nipples, his teeth pulling gently at the sensitive buds. Her eyes closed as her body arched from the sensation, "El~" She moaned. As his blue eyes looked up at her,

"Hmm..." He hummed, hearing her gasp,

"I missed!" She felt him kiss down her stomach, then lower to her thighs and suddenly her clit, his plump, plush lips wrapped around the bud of nerves, gently nibbling at it as her breath turned into needy mewls, "Eh Hel VIS!" her body shuttered as she pulled at his hair gently when he was finished getting her worked up he moved down to her wet folds taking her slick on his fingers and licking it, 

"You don't have to..."

"Don't tell me he didn't even..."

"Not once..." Cecelia said, embarrassed as Elvis's tongue lapped at the waterfall of juices emerging from the cavern that he missed. Oh, so much. He devoured her and took in her sweet nectar as Elvis heard her moan, adding a few fingers to make her crazy. She had definitely been neglected by that other guy. And he wanted to make her remember what love truly felt like.

"ELVIS~ ELVIS~ AH AH AH!"

"Want me to continue?" He asked her as she got shy on him, "We can stop anytime if you feel uncomfortable." 

"What about you..." Cecelia asked,

"What about me?" He laughed, "Tonight is all about you,"

"But..."

"I get my pleasure from seein you happy darlin." He kissed up her thigh as her breathing was shallow,

"I'd like more, please..." She asked as he slid out of his Pajama pants, pumping himself a bit to get himself nice, and ready for her,

 "Baby, if-"

"Please..." She kissed him, and Elvis inserted his cock inside her. She was holding his hand, readjusting to his size. When Cecelia looked up at him, she couldn't help but laugh at the face he was making, "Elvis!" she chuckled as he looked at her, that laughter, that sweet sound he wanted to her, 

"Hmm, what's funny."

"Your face."

"What face?" He did it again as she laughed harder, 

"You tease." She said as he moved a little, a soft moan leaving her lips, 

"C-Can we go slow... Tonight."

"I'm not in no rush, doll." He kissed her face again, his hips thrusting into her powerfully but slowly. Her eyes were locked on his as he cradled her face. She felt like a virgin again.

 "That feels good, sugar?"

"Mhmm," She moaned as he was brushed up against her spot, he couldn't help but pick up his pace the closer that he was getting, 

"Shit... You feel so good..." He groaned. Cecelia began to moan louder. Her legs were shaking, and her orgasm was washing over her. Elvis could feel that coil in his stomach snap as he kept thrusting. He nearly stopped himself halfway as he looked at Cecelia, 

"Mark me as yours..."

"Cece, you sure.."

"I want you to finish inside me..." Once she said those words, she felt his warm seed release inside her. Sweat covered their body as they lay there in each other's arms, 

"I'll clean you off."

"Stay..." she said, Elvis didn't move as he held her close to him.

"Can I ask you something?" Elvis asked, pulling out of her as she turned to face him, 

"Hmm, of course..."

"Did you love him?"

"No... I was so heartbroken with us being split up...I" she cried into his chest, "Shush shush it's ok, we're together you're safe, he can't hurt you no more." Elvis kissed her forehead, Cecelia snuggled up to him,

 "Can I ask you a question..." Cecelia asked,

"Of course..."

"What are we?"

"Together again." He tickled her as she laughed, the two under the covers having a tickle fight that turned into a pillow fight,

"If you two are done makin me some grandbabies, then I suggest you two quiet down so I can sleep!"Gladys shouted from behind the door. Elvis and Cecelia were flustered as they laughed harder, 

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 I'm weak.

Alastor x OC

Royalty AU

Summary: Princess Lillian Carlton of the Aponian Kingdom has been betrothed since birth to a man almost 18 years her senior. He was none other than the King of a small Kingdom just north of her own. His name was Alastor Hartfelt. One afternoon, Lilly finds herself wandering about in the forest, yearning to get away from her problems. As she sings a song, someone makes an unexpected find.

Warnings: none! Just cute fluff. Lemme know if u want a part two.

I Wonder

Lilly Let out a huff as she slammed one of the side doors of the castle, making her way into the woods like she used to as a child.

How could they do this?! He was 27 years old! Practically 30! And she still had her whole life to live, outside of being a pretty queen for people to gawk at....

As she stomped through the woods, a few creatures followed her, including the old stray cat she had named Husk and a small spider she had called Anthony.

As she walked deeper into the woods and farther away from her home, she couldn't stop thinking.

She had big dreams.... all she wanted was to be a singer and dancer.... maybe perform at an opera one day.... but her parents only gave her the lessons... not the life.

She huffed and leaned against a tree. Taking a few deep breaths before leaning down and petting Husk.

When she calmed down enough, her stomps turned into light steps as she took her heels off, placing them in The small basket she had been smart enough to bring with her.

As she strolled along slowly, she took a deep breath, letting out a high note as she sang, her voice like an angel's.

With a beat and a breath she sang the same note again, awakening the wildlife around her.

She continued singing out that way, holding out her finger for a small yellow bird to land on it.

The bird chirped along to her singing before flying away.

*meanwhile*

Alastor made his way toward the neighboring kingdom on horseback. Looking at the poorly drawn map and trying not to get angry.

He sighed harshly and stuffed the map into his satchel that sat safely on his hip.

He was supposed to meet the woman he was betrothed to, today.... and he knew it would be a rather annoying feat. She was only 18.

Lost in thought, he hadn't realized how long he and his horse had just been standing there.

He was pulled out of his daze when he heard a voice... as clear as an angel.

He looked around in curiosity at the noise, most chalking it up to his imagination until he heard it again.

"Follow that voice," he stated to his horse who somehow seemed to know what the King had asked.

............

I wonder, I wonder I wonder why each little bird has someone

Lilly leaned on a tree as she sang, looking up at a small silver owl and an even smaller red bird nestled underneath it.

To sing to, sweet things to A gay little love melody

As she sang some more, she reached out her hand, the yellow bird from before coming to rest on her pointer finger.

I wonder, I wonder If my heart keeps singing, will my song go winging

It's not that she didn't want anyone..

It's just the fact that she had never found herself attracted to anyone in particular... and she never went out looking for love... At least not since her last relationship.....

To someone who'll find me And bring back a love song to me

As she finished her song she sat on a log, leaning over so her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her elbow sitting on her knee.

The owl came to sit next to her.

"Why do they still treat me like a child?" She asked with a sigh.

"Who?" The owl responded ironically.

"My mother and father... specifically my mother," Lilly replied to the little owl. "She never wants me to meet anyone.. something about 'loyalty to my betrothed'," Lilly sighed.

The owl seemed to understand her frustration.

"But you know something?" She asked the little group of woodland creatures as she sat up a bit taller, removing her hand from her chin. "I HAVE met someone!" She smiled.

"Who, Who?" The owl seemed to ask.

Lilly smirked. "Oh we.. walk together and... talk together...." she smirked, acting as if the animals could truly understand her.

The animals all seemed to get closer in anticipation..

"He's tall and handsome!" She explained with a smile. "And before we say goodbye, he takes me in his arms! And then~" she paused, looking into the trees, utterly in love....

Until her face fell.

"I wake up," She sighs before leaning back against a tree, The stray cat coming to sit on her lap.

[that-florarret]

Quick OC Facts

Name - Gender/Pronouns - Sexuality - Age - Species - Tag

Seppie - Unknown, They/Them - Trixic - 21 - Siren Matagot - kittyfish

Can’t choke on liquids

Enjoys being with friends, but prefers to stay home and do art

Can create and manipulate bubbles

Rubyen - Female, She/Her - Heterosexual - Siren Matagot - silver kittyfish

Can hear things others can’t

Has a borderline creepy obsession with clients

Assistant Psychologist and Animist

SD - Female, She/Her - N/A - 10 - Plague Daemon/Poppet - little doll witch

Picking her up can cause you to become severely ill

Works on an equal exchange basis when it comes to her services

Full name is Sappinia Diploidea

Flaming - Unknown, She/Her - Pansexual - Unknown - Fire/Shadow Slime - slime character

Plays Minecraft religiously

She can manipulate her size, which in turn changes her body’s density

Will do everything possible to get your attention, including stealing your stuff or setting your house on fire

Ciafni - Genderfluid, She/He/They - Omnisexual - Unknown, presumably 25 - Sylveon Demihuman - ribbon weaver

Can control any and all ribbons in their vicinity

Capsaicin addict

The only thing that puts the fear of the gods in him is his double

Neka - Female, She/They - Asexual - 27 - Sylveon Demihuman - ribbon baker

Uses leftover human remains in her baked goods

She puts up a sweet and harmless front, but really really wants to snap people’s necks

The only thing that can break her facade instantly is her double

Nicito - Trans Male, He/Him - Bisexual - 18 - Cat Demihuman - psycat

The trans oc I didn’t know was trans for a long time (thanks Meowstic from Pokemon)

Feeds off of people’s emotional and mental energy

For your safety and survival, do not under any circumstances try to take his cloak

Samil - Agender, They/Them - Toric - Unknown - Siren Matagot - angel siren

Can not for the life of them decipher tone

Has glands that produce potent neurotoxins, making their bite near fatal

Is basically a puppy around people he genuinely trusts

Kanta Syrah - Female, She/Her - Asexual - 27 - Siren Matagot - brownie battered

Will infiltrate your mind and try to get you to eat more sweets than you need

Extremely questionable morals

Known to spike food with nicotine and sell edibles

Teale - Unknown, He/Him - Aceflux - Unknown - Unknown - teale

Depending on the setting, what he is changes

A Spotify-based oc who’s constantly listening to music

The fastest way to piss him off is to call a pole dancer a stripper

Anthony - Agender, They/Them - Aceflux - 22 - Florarret - local fret

Legitimately has no mouth

Often goes by the name Kwiatek instead of Anthony

Pretty much on autopilot most of the time

Cherry - Female, She/Her - Lesbian - 169 - Dryad - cheerwine darling

Has extreme difficulty maintaining friendships due to her odd beliefs and behaviours

Possesses minor wind manipulation abilities

Based on the Red Spider Lily

Tekkae - Male, He/Him - Bisexual - 127 - Dracoling - squeak squeak

Originally an oc bound to his own universe, but gradually became one of the mains

For the love of all that is holy, be aware of all pineapple products near you if you allow him to consume anything pineapple flavoured because they will disappear

Wears a special necklace that allows him to look more human than dragon

Sopel - Male, He/Him - Pansexual - Unknown - Kitsune - ice fox

One of his tails is damaged, making it difficult to move and hide

Has to wear special gloves in order to avoid freezing everything he touches

Left his familial duties in order to become a fashion designer

[itskateak]

It’s Been a Long, Long Time

(Bucky Barnes x Fem!OC)

Summary: Stark’s charity events were always a hit, but Bucky never really liked attending any event anyways. Live music changed the atmosphere and he was surprised to find Velika singing a familiar tune. Well, he couldn’t leave her high and dry without a dance, could he?

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, nightmares, things that go along with PTSD, blood mentions, and tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 3,802 (dang)

A/N: If you didn’t see me yelling about my laptop shutting down mid-writing this the first time...now you know. Thank you, Windows for updating a day before I had scheduled you. Haha :) 

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Bucky leaned against the bar, half-listening to what Steve was saying. The glass in his right hand was half full with some kind of smooth alcohol that Natasha had poured for him earlier in the evening, insisting that he try it. It wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t partial to it. He preferred something that burned the back of his throat when he was done. He nodded slowly along to the story Steve was still rambling on about, gaze somewhere trained on the floor.

Music drifted over the low chatter from a live band Tony Stark had hired. The musicians played jazz, blues, and swing like they were directly from that era. But it wasn’t all classic music. They took modern music as well and turned them into classic and vintage songs. He was quite impressed by the musicians and whoever had arranged the music. The main vocalist sounded like he was taken directly from the 30s and Bucky wondered for a moment if he was. It wasn’t like it was impossible with everything that he’d seen.

“Are you even listening to me, Buck?” Steve lightly shoved his shoulder to gain his attention. Though his tone said he was a little irritated, his expression was amused and his eyes were alight with fondness. 

“Of course.” He lied, giving his best friend an unconvincing smile before he cracked a real one at Steve’s arched eyebrow. “I blanked for a minute. Parties aren’t my thing and I’m starting to, well...you know.” Starting to feel anxious and out of place.

“If you need to step out and get some air, you can. Don’t let me keep you here.” He gave Bucky’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile. Steve Rogers, always so kind and caring and conscientious of his needs. He was patient and so selfless. Sometimes it made him want to punch Steve in the face. 

“I’m okay for now.” Bucky nodded and looked back over the crowd of celebrities and his teammates. 

Tony was somewhere out there, talking to a celebrity or rich person trying to swindle more money out of there for the charity. Sam and Rhodey were probably knee-deep in women, trying to one-up each other with getting-out-of-proportion stories. Wanda and Vision were probably on the terrace getting air. Natasha and Bruce had tucked themselves away in a corner to get away from the crowd. And Clint and his wife were somewhere in the conglomeration.

Everyone was mingling, but Bucky was by the bar, hiding. If people wanted to speak to him for some reason, they could find him. But he couldn’t promise to hold a decent conversation. Socialization was not his thing anymore. Not since his run-ins and dealings with Hydra. 

“Have you seen Velika, yet?” Steve asked, glancing over the crowd. “I thought I caught a glimpse of her earlier, but I couldn’t be sure.”

Velika Dante King was one of their team members that joined after the Accords were signed and the chaos with Thanos had been taken care of. According to her, SHIELD and Fury had been after her for years, trying to get her to join the Avengers. She refused for a long time, insisting she didn’t want to be back in the line of duty. As an ex-guardian angel (who worked in the Palace of Light as a guard. Boring job, she’d said), she’d seen enough action for many lifetimes. Not to mention her years as a bounty hunter later turned hitman for the Silver City She had gotten out and had been living a fairly peaceful life. Eventually, she caved and joined the team.

Velika and Bucky got along fine, understanding each other without words. She’d lived a long time, being an immortal and all, and had been one of many people to sit down and catch him up on things he’d missed. She got him in a way he didn’t expect, even with his past and the things he’d done. She didn’t care, having spilled her fair share of blood in ways that would make even the most experienced assassins nauseous. She got what it was like to wake up at night from nightmares and the inability to sleep because of them. She got jumping at loud noises and having bad days and everything that came along with being the way they are.

Velika was always there when he really needed her.

“No, I haven’t seen her. I suspect she’s up near the stage. Told me that she hasn’t seen her brother in months and Stark hired his group.” Bucky responded, taking another sip of his too smooth drink. Why was he even still drinking it? Natasha wasn’t anywhere near them and he was planning to finish it to not be rude to her.

“I heard Wanda and Nat talking about the dress she’d decided to wear. From the way they were talking, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s got company.” Steve said, setting his own glass down on the bar top. He had a suggestive glint in his eye which was paired with a raised brow. With all the time Bucky spent with the woman, Steve had decided that there was something more than friendly between them. Ever since he’d found them asleep on the couch together, his head in her lap, Steve had been relentless. It had been a month so far, and he had yet to let up.

Bucky rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder. “If that bugs you, punk, then you go find her.” He teased, ignoring the twisting in his stomach at the thought of some high-class, snobby man flirting with her. He had begun to feel things for her that were in the territory of more than friends but he was never going to admit that to Steve nor himself. Before Steve could make comment on it, a familiar voice came over the speakers.

“Evening, everyone! Thank you for coming this evening and donating to the charity. We’re very happy to say that we’ve more than met our goal, but don’t let that discourage you from donating more. Relief for those still being affected by The Snap is very important and all of us on the Avengers team have made our own contributions.” Velika had taken her brother’s place at the mic and addressed the crowd with a smile. “I am very proud of my brother, Dakota-”

Indignant muttering (Bucky couldn’t hear it well from where he was, but it sounded like something along the lines of: “You know I hate that name.”) interrupted her from her brother beside her and she laughed, waving the white-haired man off. He crossed his arms and pretended to be mad before he broke out in a truly radiant smile.

“I am very proud of my brother, Dakota King, and his group, The Devil Tones, for their success. These very talented musicians agreed to help me with a special project for some very special teammates of mine. I promised Tony Stark, our generous host, that I would sing something if he paid me a thousand dollars.” The guests laughed as she beamed. “Obviously, since I’m up here, he paid me. Which I then turned around and donated to the charity because I’m not a selfish twit. Stark.” She fake coughed to badly conceal his name.

“Not fair, Velika! I will dock your paycheck!” Tony yelled from somewhere in the crowd, though his voice was full of amusement.

“This song is a lovely post World War Two tune that tells of a wonderful homecoming. My brother arranged a beautiful rendition featuring himself on trumpet and Anthony Grey on saxophone. So, to our resident fossils on the Avengers team...wherever you are....” Velika scanned the crowd with her unnaturally blue eyes and spotted the pair at the bar. She waved to them and grinned. “We dedicate this to you. I hope you enjoy.”

Bucky spared a glance at Steve. So, she’d prepared a song for them. He had never heard her sing, knowing that she had trouble with crowds and being in front of an audience. It was admirable that she had stepped out of her comfort zone to bring them a gift. 

Velika conducted a measure before cueing the band in. 

Immediately, Bucky recognized the song and a smile involuntarily crept up on his face. It’s Been a Long, Long Time was a classic post-war song. He had never listened to it before he had been shipped off to the frontlines. And after Hydra had gotten a hold of him, he hadn’t had the opportunity to listen to it. Steve had played it for him when catching him up on everything he’d missed. It was one of his absolute favorites and Bucky had learned to appreciate it. 

The band was phenomenal together. Everything was balanced so that moving lines were heard overtop the rest. The strings were (thankfully) in tune and the drums didn’t feel like they were clashing with the rest of it. The trumpet player, King (as he apparently liked to be referred to by last name rather than first) sounded exactly like the recording, and Bucky was almost convinced that he had been the one to play it in Steve’s record. The tone was so clear and warm and the sound enveloped the entire room without ever being too much.

People started to slow dance with each other, the sentimental message of homecoming drawing them together. Tony found Pepper and drew her close. Vision and Wanda took the floor together. Clint grabbed his wife’s hand and urged her out with a smile. Sam and Rhodey chose one of the women in their audience to sweep off their feet. 

“I’m going to go find Sharon before someone steals her away. Can’t pass up an opportunity to dance.” Steve clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder before disappearing into the crowd to find the woman. 

Alone, Bucky watched Velika perform with fascination. She had such an air of charisma that anyone who didn’t know about her aversion to performing would think she was most comfortable on stage. She had a beautiful voice, he realized. It was smooth with a hint of smokiness to it, like a good whiskey. 

“Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again. It’s been a long, long time. Haven’t felt this way, my dear, since can’t remember when. It’s been a long, long time.” Velika swayed side to side, a smile on her face. Her platinum blonde hair was curled loosely and hung over her shoulders and back like a veil. She looked everything in the world like she had just walked out of a speakeasy during Prohibition.

Bucky downed the rest of his drink, pushing the glass towards the bartender and nodding to say he was finished with it. He shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head as the performance went on. It really was a nice gift, and the arrangement was done wonderfully. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine being back in a club before the war. Even if the song was post-war.

Steve was right, though. The dress she had worn was beautiful. It fit her perfectly, showing off her body in all the right places. It was a deep blue that offset her light eyes and hair. The floor-length mermaid gown had sheer sleeves with lace decorations that wound up her arms like vines. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been fending off men all evening. He fought a sneer at the thought.

“It’s been a long, long time.” 

The saxophone player began his solo as she backed away to give him the spotlight. If anyone had any doubts that Anthony Grey loved what he did, they just needed to watch him. Each note he played was like a bit of his soul, and if it were liquid, it would be pooling at his feet and flooding the floor. Something about a good saxophone solo healed the soul. His tone was rich and clear but had the trademark raspiness of a jazz sax player.

Velika swayed along to the beat in the background, not detracting from the attention, but holding Bucky’s regardless. The lights made her appear like she was glowing. If she had stepped down from the stage, he surely would’ve asked her to dance. But she claimed she had two left feet and therefore would’ve likely turned him down.

The song ended faster than he expected or wanted and he applauded the performance. King hugged his sister and said something to her that made her throw her head back and laugh. Damn, Bucky thought. Under the spotlights, that had been gorgeous. 

Velika approached the mic. “Thank you! I hope you all enjoyed that. I’ll hand the microphone back over to my brother and let you get back to your evening.” And with that, she backed away to leave the stage.

“Thank you, Vel. After that touching song, why don’t we pick things back up?” King said before the band struck up with a swing version of I Wanna Be Like You, which Bucky remembered was originally made famous by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. It was a group Velika had introduced him and Steve to as they played similar music to their era. 

King had much more charisma onstage than his sister. He moved with the music and had a presence that reminded Bucky of Cab Calloway. He watched him, amused and amazed, as he wasn’t aware the male body could move that way. He swung his hips side to side in such a fluid motion that he almost expected him to be made of liquid.

“Are you checking my brother out?” The teasing lilt of Velika’s voice drew his attention and he found her standing beside him, a broad smile on her face.

“Mm, not my type.” Bucky teased back, turning to her. “That was incredible, by the way.” Up close, she was far prettier than he expected. Whoever had done her makeup (as she had confessed she had no idea what to do earlier that week) had done it perfectly to suit her features and bring out her eyes. He knew there were challenges when it came to doing makeup on monolids. A girl back in the day had complained about it to her friends one time and he happened to overhear it. 

“Thank you.” She ducked her head sheepishly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I spent so many hours trying making sure I did it some justice instead of butchering it horribly.”

“You did it more than justice, Vel. How’s your evening going?” Bucky felt his nerves and out of placeness return, not realizing that they had been washed away during her performance.

“It’s good. Though, I was regretting my choice of attire earlier. I kept fending of guys and their compliments and flirting. Ugh.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance but still had a smile on her face. “I’m feeling a little anxious now that the performance is done and my adrenaline has worn off.”

“I don’t s’pose you’d mind if I steal you away for some air, then? I’ve been feeling closed in, too.” Bucky straightened up. “The roof should be open.”

“Shall we then?” Velika offered her arm up to him and he looped his through. Together, they headed for the elevator.

———————————————————————

“Oh, God. I regret wearing these shoes.” Velika used Bucky’s arm to keep her balance as she slipped her heels off. She ditched them by the elevator doors. “My knees hurt.”

“Why did you wear them, then?” Bucky asked, shaking his head slightly in amusement.

“Because I’m short, Barnes, and I’d trip over my dress if I didn’t!” She lightly socked his bicep, causing him to laugh. She wandered to the railing, staring out over the city.

Bucky joined her, the light breeze ruffling the ends of his hair. It was quiet up here, as the party was four or five floors down and the levels muffled the music until it was just a whisper. The city lights were different from the stage lights and lit up Velika’s eyes like stars. 

“Did you find some dame to dance with?” Velika asked, shifting her hair over one shoulder. She quirked a brow with a smirk, having put on a heavy New York accent to badly imitate a young Bucky. He playfully shoved her shoulder.

“I would’ve asked you, but you were busy providing the music.” He admitted with a smile.

“Well, you know I have two left feet. I wouldn’t want to step on your foot, hon’.” Velika turned around and leaned her back on the railing. “I do kind of wish I’d gotten to dance, though.”

“Miss King, would you do me the great honors of joining me for a dance?” Bucky made a show of extending his hand to her, putting on his best posh accent to make her laugh.

“Here? Now?”

“Well, I can’t leave my best girl without a dance.” He leaned forward a little more, urging her to take his hand. She did with a smile and pulled him away from the railing to a more open part of the roof.

“I’m your best girl now, huh? Don’t let Nat hear you say that.” Velika swung their hands a little.

“I couldn’t care less about what Nat thinks.” Bucky rested his metal hand on her lower back, clutching her other hand tightly. Her hand settled on his upper arm. He was about to take the first step before he realized they were missing something. “Are we going to awkwardly sway or is there some music you’re gonna magically put on?”

“Give me your phone, you dork.” She giggled and began navigating through it once he’d passed it to her. “Do I have to do everything?” 

“I will throw you off this roof, Miss King,” Bucky responded. Despite it being a threat, he was trying to conceal laughter.

“Is there a specific song you’d like me to play?” She asked after shoving his shoulder again.

Bucky considered it, thinking of all the songs he’d heard that would be good to dance to. He only wanted to slow dance, as that would minimize the risk of injury from his two-left-footed partner. At least she wasn’t wearing the heels, so it wouldn’t hurt him. “Ella Fitzgerald and Bing Crosby. Dream a Little Dream of Me.” He finally said.

“Oh, good choice.” Velika turned the volume up on the song and tucked it into the pocket on his chest, resting it against the folded handkerchief. She took up his hand and settled her hand on his bicep again.

Bucky gently laid his metal hand on her lower back again and began to sway from side to side. The tempo was perfect for a relaxed dance. There was no one to impress. No one to watch (other than FRIDAY through the cameras) and no one to point out that they were far closer to each other than was really necessary for a simple dance like this. 

Velika stepped on his shoe and broke into giggles. “Glad I took my heels off?”

“I’ve been hurt worse.” He let go of her hand and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. “How is someone as graceful as you so bad at dancing?”

“I’m a fighter, not a dancer! They never taught me to dance, jerk.” She lightly slapped his chest. “My brother’s the dancer.”

Bucky slowly spun her under her arm before pulling her back in. She looked beautiful that way, smiling at him over her shoulder in the light of the city. 

Velika raised a brow as her hand slid down to his elbow rather than his bicep. “You’re staring.”

“Sorry, can’t help it.” Bucky chuckled. “You’re beautiful. Used to seeing you all strapped in and ready to fight. Can’t blame me if I just want to take it in.”

Velika shook her head but smiled nonetheless. He seemed to be getting her to smile a lot tonight, but that wasn’t a bad thing. He adored her smile, even with the fact the left side didn’t rise as much as the right. She leaned her head on his chest, eyes closing. 

Bucky wrapped his left arm completely around her waist, pulling her closer. Something felt right about this, and all feelings of being out of place and on edge left. He was sure she could hear his heartbeat steadily increasing. He never would have imagined that the woman he met a year ago, jaded and untrusting, would be in his arms, dancing with him on the roof. 

It felt peaceful, domestic. For once, Bucky felt like he was entirely human again. Like he wasn’t always walking on eggshells with himself to avoid relapsing into his old ways, even after T’Challa had his team had helped remove Hydra’s programming. And for once, he felt that he could leave it behind and start a life.

The song was ending far too quickly for his liking. He wanted this moment to last forever because he didn’t know if he’d ever feel like this again. If they’d ever be like this again. As the song came to a close, he spun her under her arm again and brought her into a gentle dip, supporting her with his metal arm.

Velika looked back up at him, hands holding onto his shoulders with a loose grip. She trusted him to not drop her. Her unnaturally light blue eyes flickered between his, judging his expression. One hand came up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. It lingered on his cheek.

Bucky leaned in tentatively, heart in his throat. Was he really going to do this? This could destroy the friendship they’d built over the last year. He couldn’t keep it in any longer. He liked her more than a friend and he wanted to hold her like this all the time. He hadn’t realized he’d been hovering a hair away from her until she pulled him down.

Velika kissed him, the hand still on his shoulder wrapping around his neck. Her lips tasted like strawberry chapstick and some kind of alcohol that she had had earlier. They were soft and moved against his own like a perfect match. A missing piece in a puzzle finding its place. A wandering warrior finding their home.

He broke this kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, watching those bright blue eyes flutter open. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face. She returned it with a soft giggle, her teeth catching her lip.

“Can I...can I kiss you again?” He asked, breathlessly.

“You can kiss me as much as you want and whenever you want, James Buchanan Barnes.”

[themusechronicles]

Complete Muse List

* notes Original Characters

Abraham “Bram” Greenfeld - Keiynan Lonsdale       Bluegreen118 || Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda (aka: Love, Simon)

Alexander “Alec” Lightwood - Matthew Daddario       Silver is a rarer metal than gold || Shadowhunter Chronicles

*Alizair “Zair” Hollis - Dominic Sherwood       The human side of wild || Original Muse

Allison Argent - Crystal Reed       Silver arrow of redemption || Teen Wolf

*Anabel “Ana” Lightwood-Bane - Arden Cho       Warlock Angel || Shadowhunter Chronicles OC

*Andrei Cruz - Jeremy Renner       One part saint and two part sinner || Original Muse

Anthony “Tony” Stark - Robert Downey Jr.       I love you 3000 || Marvel

Artemis Crescent - Kwon Jiyong       Advisor to the moon || Sailor Moon

Asmodeus - ???       A father’s love knows no bounds || Shadowhunter Chronicles

Aziraphale - Michael Sheen       Why are we talking about this good and evil? || Good Omens

Ben Solo - Adam Driver       I will finish what you started || Star Wars

Bruce Banner - Mark Ruffalo       That’s my secret. I’m always angry || Marvel

Caleb Danvers - Steven Strait       Golden boy of Ipswitch || Covenant

*Cassandra “Cassie” Rogers - Chloe Moretz       Daughter of the Captain || Marvel OC

Christopher “Chris” Argent - JR Bourne       We follow the code || Teen Wolf

Clarissa “Clary” Fairchild - Katherine Mcnamara       Creator of runes || Shadowhunter Chronicles

*Claudia Hale - Lyndsy Fonseca       Blue eyed bookworm || Teen Wolf OC

Clinton “Clint” Barton - Jeremy Renner       I see better from a distance || Marvel

Derek Hale - Tyler Hoechlin       I’m a predator not a killer || Teen Wolf

*Dokuno “Doku” Kokoro - Uruha [GazettE       My bite is worse than my bark || Original Muse

Elijah Mikaelson - Daniel Gillies       I made a vow. Always and forever || The Originals/Vampire Diaries

*Elijah “Eli” Roanoke - Stephen Amell       Complicated kind of lover || Original Muse

*Elliot “Elli” Erso - Joseph Morgan       Survivor of the dark || Original Muse

Evelyn “Evie” Queen - Sofia Carson       Magic mirror in my hand || Descendants

Finn Storm - John Boyega       The trooper who saw the light || Star Wars

Harry Hook - Thomas Doherty       Never learned how to count cuz I’m number one || Descendants

*Heather DeRoya - Emily Vancamp       I’m a special kind of demon || Original Muse

Isabelle “Izzy” Lightwood - Emeraude Toubia       I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt || Shadowhunter Chronicles

James “Bucky” Barnes - Sebastian Stan       I remember all of them || Marvel

Jasper Hale - Jackson Rathbone       I didn’t have quite the same upbringing as my siblings || Twilight Saga

*Jessica “Jessi” Hawkblue - Claudia Kim       A fairytale life can be oh so overrated || Original Muse

Jonathan “Jace” Herondale - Dominic Sherwood       All the legends are true || Shadowhunter Chronicles

*Jordan Greer       My life is in the eyes of a little girl || Original Muse

Jordan Kyle - Katherine Mcnamara       Beati Bellicosi || Shadowhunter Chronicles

*Kataigida “Kat” Parthenopaeus - Tom Ellis [Dylan O’Brien]       Crown Prince of the afterlife || Original Muse

*Kevin Hawkblue - Ruki [GazettE]       Am I too broken to be who I was? || Original Muse

Kyo Sohma - ???       I’m gonna be a true member of this family || Fruits Basket

*Kyosuke “Kyo” Ryuu - TBD       A dragon’s ink is more than its blood || Original Muse

Loki Laufeyson - Tom Hiddleston       The sun will shine again || Marvel

Lucille “Lucy” Quinnzel - Ashely Benson       Princess of diamonds and laughter || DC

Luke Garroway - Isaiah Mustafa       I’ve walked both sides of the shadow world || Shadowhunter Chronicles

Lydia Branwell - Stephanie Bennett       Love the job itself || Shadowhunter Chronicles

Magnus Bane - Harry Shum Jr.       High Warlock of Brooklyn || Shadowhunter Chronicles

Maia Roberts - Alisha Wainwright       This is what love got me || Shadowhunter Chronicles

Malia Hale - Shelley Hennig       I used to have a fur coat || Teen Wolf

*Malika Udinov - Claire Holt       Power in a pretty face || Original Muse

Margaret “Maggie” Leigh - Jakhara Smith       My tiles are never wrong || NOS4A2

*Matthew “Matt” Bennett - Jake Abel       I chose drugs over my family & I’m paying the price || Original Muse

Mieczyslaw “Stiles” Stilinski - Dylan O’Brien       Some of us are human || Teen Wolf

Momiji Sohma - ???       Who’s in the forest strolling? || Fruits Basket

Natasha “Nat” Romanov - Scarlett Johannsen       I’ve got red in my ledger || Marvel

*Nevinovat “Nevi” Fata - Crystal Reed       Handmaiden to a demigoddess || Original Muse

Nikalus “Klaus” Mikaelson - Joseph Morgan       The original hybrid || The Originals/Vampire Diaries

Padme Amidala - Kiera Knightly       Senator and Queen || Star Wars

Peter Hale - Ian Bohen       We live in shades of grey || Teen Wolf

Peter Parker - Andrew Garfield [Tom Holland]       Friendly neighborhood Spiderman || Marvel

Rebecca “Becky” Daniels - Holland Roden       Not a victim any longer || Criminal Minds

Reno Akujin - ???       Turk Second in Command || Final Fantasy VII

Sebastian “Jonathan” Morgenstern - Will Tudor       Dark side of the bloodline || Shadowhunter Chronicles

Steven “Steve” Rogers - Chris Evans       Just a kid from Brooklyn || Marvel

Sun Wukong - ???       I’m a great stowaway || RWBY

*Tarael “Tara” Lightwood-Bane - Brant Daugherty       Angelic Warlock || Shadohunter Chronicles OC

*Terra Riley - Nina Dobrev       Heavenly hybrid alpha || Teen Wolf OC

Thor Odinson - Chris Hemsworth       I am alive because fate wills it so || Marvel

*Tristan “Tris” Royans - Nick Bateman       Soul forged of fire || Original Muse

*Valerie “Val” Wilson - Shay Mitchell       I follow a path all my own || Original Muse

Wanda Maximoff - Elizabeth Olsen       I can’t control my fear. Only my own || Marvel

Weiss Schnee - ????       Burdened by a royal test || RWBY

*Xavier Rybolt - David Castro       Demon made from a witch’s vow || Original Muse

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wImage courtesy of Pacific Design Center. 

Thursday, October 5

designLAb opening reception, Pacific Design Center (West Hollywood), 5–9:30pm.

REFLECTIONS, Artamo Gallery (Santa Barbara), 5–8pm.

Lim Ok Sang, CMay Gallery (West Hollywood), 5:30–9:30pm.

Vulnerability, Young Projects (West Hollywood), 5:30–9:30pm.

Family 1st Thursday: Candy Wrapper Compositions, Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 5:30–7:30pm.

Artist and scholar walkthroughs: Myriam Gurba, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 6pm.

Cassi A. Namoda: Meat is Meat – Nyama ni nyama, Oof Books (Cypress Park), 6–8:30pm.

State of the Arts, (Long Beach), 6–9pm.

BROOKE SHADEN, JoAnne Artman Gallery (Laguna Beach), 6–8pm.

First Thursdays Art Walk, Laguna Art Museum (Laguna Beach), 6–9pm.

Anna Mia Davidson – Cuba: Black and White, Annenberg Space for Photography (Century City), 6:30–9pm.

CRAFTNIGHT: Galaxy Dye Workshop, Craft & Folk Art Museum (Miracle Mile), 7–9pm.

PHOTO17, Milk Studios (Hollywood), 7pm. $150–2,500.

SCREEN: HYSTERICAL DOCUMENT, MOCA Grand Avenue (Downtown), 7pm.

LAND: Joe Sola record launch party, Ace Hotel (Downtown), 7–9pm.

Anna Maria Maiolino: Solitário ou Paciência (Solitaire or Patience), MOCA Grand Avenue (Downtown), 7pm.

Analia Saban and Selene Preciado, 4334 Degnan Boulevard (Leimert Park), 7pm.

Threats to Indigenous Peoples in Latin America Today, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

Vocal Sound Bath With Odeya Nini, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 7:30–9pm. $16–20.

Los Angeles Exchange [LAX] Festival, various locations (Downtown), through October 15.

Themed Entertainment Association (TEA) SATE Conference, CalArts (Valencia). Through October 7.

Friday, October 6

Teaching and Writing the Art Histories of Latin American Los Angeles, The Getty (Brentwood), 10am–5pm.

STORY TIME AT THE FOWLER, Fowler Museum (Westwood), 11:30am–12:30pm.

Surface Tension by Ken Gonzales-Day: Murals, Signs, and Mark‐Making in LA, Skirball Cultural Center (Brentwood), 12–5pm.

The Fourth World, Institute for Art and Olfaction (Chinatown), 6–9pm.

Andrew Norman Wilson: Pretense, Human Resources (Chinatown), 6pm.

Objects of Art LA, THE REEF (Downtown), 6–8pm.

The Back 9: Golf and Zoning policy in Los Angeles, Skid Row History Museum & Archive (Downtown), 6–8pm.

Anthony James, there-there (East Hollywood), 6–9pm.

Tom Allen: The Lovers, Bel Ami (Chinatown), 6:28–10pm.

Los Angeles Filmforum and Los Angeles State Historic Park present Urban Harmonies/Dissonant Cities, The Viaduct @ Los Angeles State Historic Park (Chinatown), 7–9pm.

WHAP! Lecture Series: Flicker time: liquid bodies and cosmic states, West Hollywood Public Library (West Hollywood), 7:30pm.

21st Anniversary Art of Tiki Show, La Luz de Jesus (Los Feliz), 8–11pm.

Whitney Bell: I Didn't Ask For This: A Lifetime of Dick Pics, Think Tank Art Gallery (Downtown), 8pm. $17–50.

Port of Long Beach: Annual Photo Program, Long Beach Museum of Art (Long Beach).

Saturday, October 7

Taste of Art: Visual Voyages through Latin America, The Huntington (San Marino), 9am. $85.

Tiffany Favrile Glass: Masterworks from the Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott, The Huntington (San Marino), 10am–5pm.

Don Bachardy Book Signing & Artist Talk, Craig Krull Gallery (Santa Monica), 11am.

Sun Prints, Side Street Projects (Pasadena), 11am–1pm.

GUTS! with Daniel Han, Pieter (Lincoln Heights), 11:30am–3pm. $35.

Live Mural Painting in Leimert Park, Fowler Museum (Westwood), 12–5pm.

soundSpark: Joanna Wallfisch, West Hollywood Library (West Hollywood), 12pm.

Kathleen Johnson: one, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock, c.nichols project (Mar Vista), 1–4pm.

#CamerasAndDancers Workshop, Annenberg Space for Photography (Century City), 1–4pm.

BARRIO LOGOS: Displacement and Vanishing Iconography, Residency Art Gallery (Inglewood); reception, October 7, 1–6pm.

KEN GONZALES-DAY & RITA GONZALEZ Artist talk and exhibition walk-through with Rita Gonzales, Curator, LACMA, Luis De Jesus Los Angeles (Culver City), 1pm.

When the Inevitable Happens...Again: Protecting Museum Collections from Earthquake Damage, Getty Villa (Pacific Palisades), 2pm.

Aztlán to Magulandia: The Journey of Chicano Artist Gilbert "Magu" Luján and Schmitt, You and Me by Omar Mismar, UCI Claire Trevor School of the Arts (Irvine), 2–5pm.

Drawn from a Score, Beall Center for Art + Technology, University of California (Irvine), 2–5pm.

Artist talk: Pam Douglas - Sight, Marion Wood - Gravity, and Joe Pinkelman - More China, TAG Gallery (Santa Monica), 3pm.

Roaring Twenties, Homestead Museum (City of Industry), 3–7pm. Continues October 8.

#SNATCHPOWER “Fight in Heels” screening with performances by F.U.P.U. + JADEUHMAY, William Grant Still Arts Center (West Adams), 3–6pm.

FRANK ROMERO: Los Angeles Chicago, Tobey C. Moss Gallery (Hollywood), 3–6pm.

Hunted & Gathered Book Signing and Exhibition with Senon Williams, Arcana Books on the Arts (Culver City), 4–6pm.

CRAFT IN ACTION: CHILD IMMIGRATION AND SOCIAL RESPONSIBILITY, Craft in America Center (Beverly Grove), 4pm.

The 18th Annual Eagle Rock Music Festival, Center for the Arts Eagle Rock (Eagle Rock), 4–10pm.

Homatorium / On Going Home Artist Discussion and Walkthrough, Charlie James Gallery (Chinatown), 4:30pm.

Dinh Q. Lê: The Scrolls: Distortion, Shoshana Wayne Gallery (Santa Monica), 5–7pm.

2017 Artists Council Exhibition Opening Event, Palm Springs Art Museum (Palm Springs), 5:45pm.

Sharif Farrag: Smokeless Fire, gallery 1993 (Downtown), 6–9pm.

Van Hanos: Late American Paintings, Château Shatto (Downtown), 6–9pm.

Teresa Braula Reis: White Helmet, Baert Gallery (Downtown), 6–9pm.

Josh Atlas: support, for beginners, elephant (Glassell Park), 6–9pm.

Benjamin Lowder: Phoneme, Open Mind Art Space (Santa Monica), 7–9pm; discussion, 6pm.

By the House of the Matriarch: New Works by Rachid Bouhamidi, leiminspace (Chinatown), 7–10pm.

¡Fiesta Cubana! Fall Benefit, Pasadena Museum of California Art (Pasadena), 7–10pm.

Film Screening with Paul Pescador, Angels Gate Cultural Center (San Pedro), 7pm.

Voices of the Xtabay: A Tribute to Yma Sumac, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

Karen Sherman/Soft Goods, UCLA (Westwood), 8pm.

Angel City Jazz Festival, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm.

PUMP 2017: Multi-Sensory Arts Festival, (Long Beach). Through October 21.

Sunday, October 8

It’s Just Capitalism – Grant Writing 101, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 12–3pm. $60–75. Also October 12.

FAMILY JAM: MID-AUTUMN FESTIVAL WITH UCLA’S MUSIC OF CHINA ENSEMBLE, Fowler Museum (Westwood), 1–4pm.

soundShoppe, Center for the Arts Eagle Rock (Eagle Rock), 1–4pm.

OC Film Fiesta Special Tribute: Visions of Magulandia: The California Journey of Chicano Artist Gilbert ‘Magu’ Lujan from Los Four to Mental Menudo, Santa Ana College Main Art Gallery (Santa Ana), 1–6pm.

OOEY GOOEY Slime: A CraftLab Family Workshop, Craft and Folk Art Museum (Miracle Mile), 1:30pm. $5–7pm.

Studio Sunday on the Front Steps: Candy Wrappers, Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 1:30–4:30pm.

Artists in Conversation with Ben Caldwell, Fowler Museum (Westwood), 2–3pm.

Listening Party: Hamza Walker & Alex Becerra, private home (Pacific Palisades), 4–8pm. $75–125.

Mary Corse at Art Catalogues, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 4pm.

Shadi Yousefian, THE SPACE by ADVOCARTSY (Downtown), 4–7pm.

David Hendren performance, Five Car Garage (Santa Monica), 6–7pm.

Closing reception, The Neutra Contemporary 2017, Neutra Institute Gallery & Museum (Silver Lake), 7–10pm.

Puppetzilla Puppet Slam!, Steve Allen Theater (Hollywood), 7:30pm. $15.

Monday, October 9

Japanese Teahouse Tours, The Huntington (San Marino), 11:30am–3:30pm.

Visiting artist lecture:  Schmitt, You and Me by Omar Mismar, UCI Claire Trevor School of the Arts (Irvine), 12–1:30pm.

CDMX: Music from Mexico City, Walt Disney Concert Hall (Downtown), 8pm.

Laura Poitras: Short Film Disclosures, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. $6–12.

Tuesday, October 10

Giovanni Bellini: Landscapes of Faith in Renaissance Venice and Sacred Landscapes: Nature in Renaissance Manuscripts, Getty Center (Brentwood), 10am–5:30pm.

Film: Dracula (Spanish language), LACMA (Miracle Mile), 1pm.

Laura Aguilar: My Story​, USC Roski School of Art (Downtown), 6–8pm.

2017 AxS Gold Crown Awards, ArtCenter College of Design (Pasadena), 6–9pm.

Paula Williams Madison: From Harlem to China, California African American Museum (Downtown), 7–9pm.

East Asian Garden Lecture - Representations of the Camellia in China and the West, The Huntington (San Marino), 7:30pm.

Gerald - A Epic!, Lyric Hyperion Theatre & Cafe (Silver Lake), 9pm. $15–25. Through October 14.

Wednesday, October 11

Beers of Belgium, The Huntington (San Marino), 5pm. Sold out.

SCREENING: CIDADE DAS MULHERES (2005), Fowler Museum (Westwood), 7–9pm.

It’s Just Capitalism – Grant Writing 101, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 7–9pm. $60–75.

Boosting Your Side Hustle With Jade Phoenix Martinez, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 7:30–9:30pm. $25–30.

Nevins Lecture - Scars of Independence, The Huntington (San Marino), 7:30pm.

[silfurs-roleplay-den]

Name: Angel Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Disability/Problem: Dissociative Identity Disorder: (Below are his personalities, his eye color's change depending on them) Angel (Normal) - Purple Micheal (Murder)- Dark White Carson (Cannibal)- Dark Red Steven (Sexual)- Pink Anthony (Arsonist)-Orange Archie (Anger)-Red Dante (Dark)- Dark Gray Taj (Torture)- Blood Red Mike (Merciless)- Black Ivan (Insanity)- Crimson Moon (Madness)- Bright Silver Power: Enchanced Reflexes, Enchanced Strength Location: Insane Asylum, self-admitted -------------------------------------------- The following oc will be for an insane asylum patient x doctor of the same insane Asylum, female doctors are preferred, know that his might only be in pm, if you have an interest please pm me about it.

[that-florarret]

I'm Fretki, your local flower ferret!

This is a little place for me to gush about my ocs and stuff, so feel free to stay a while and ask about them!

Below are some of my ocs and their associated tags! Some of them are not on here yet, but they will be eventually! :D

Anthony: local fret Seppie: kittyfish Rubyen: silver kittyfish SD: little doll witch Ciafni: ribbon weaver Neka: ribbon baker Flaming: slime character Nic: psycat Cherry: cheerwine darling Kanta Syrah: brownie battered Samil: angel siren Tekkae: squeak squeak Teale: teale Sopel: ice fox

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