#spacie my beloved

[madame-mongoose]

💌 meoew i fixed my e key btw

HEHEHEHEHE SPACIEEEE augh there is. So much I love about you, it's hard to put it all into words. But I think the best summary is that you make me smile. I love talking to you and seeing your reaction to things. I think you're a really interesting and smart and funny person. There's so much to love about you dude, you're really important to me 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[spaciebabie]

ive ner sketched w/the pen i use for lineart so i did that in the 2nd one. felt weird. might do it again i dunno

[lexygabe]

queen bee aka elmatagirl critical post

i know this appeal will be useless as hell but i felt an urge to do it so i will try to explain to you how stupid "how me being straight woman has anything to do with my [gay] ships" argument is. and maybe not stupid per se but definitely harmful.

and before we start i am fully aware of the whole defense line elmatagirl will use to justify herself, so even if there are some lgbtq people that followed you and support you and don't perceive what you do as problematic it doesn't mean that my opinions and opinions of most of the supablr are less important. so pls don't use "but my lgbtq followers like what i do and they are not touched by what i say" argument bcs it's not an argument in this case. let's use example of your beloved feminism which isn't a thing we are talking about but you like to bring this up whenever somebody calls you out on what you've done wrong. if there are women who are saying that something is very misogynistic and man replies with: "but i have multiple female friends and they are not offended by that" it doesn't change the fact that by some people it will be seen as misogynistic. it's about finding the golden middle.

the next argument elmatagirl will probably use is that "she has depression and she has severe depression" and i'm sorry but for me it doesn't change anything. for me even if she had multiple other disorders it wouldn't stop me from telling her: miss, you speak bullshit. and maybe now i will be perceived as heartless but idc everybody who lives more than one year in internet know that NOBODY cares what you are suffer from. and i mean nobody. if somebody will like to criticize you (in more radical spacies pour out hate on you) they will do it and nobody cares if you are at your lowest or not and i also don't care. i just think that if somebody is making 0 sense about particular topic they are talking about i have this power as a rando from internet to tell this person they are wrong.

and the last argument that isn't argument but i know elmatagirl will want to use it is anything feminism related. we are not talking about this. we are not talking about what you witnessed as a feminist. bcs it's not conversation we are having now. for me you could even be the one of them the first suffragists but if you were doing something that is considered as slightly homophobic i wouldn't care.

so since we have everything explained i can back to what i wanted to say.

"how me being straight woman has anything to do with my gay ships" i think you all are familiar with phrases: "male gaze" and "female gaze" and it has very good reflection in our case but instead of "male/female" we have "straight gaze" and "gay gaze".

for me and for the other people i know "straight gaze for straight women" are in most cases mlm ships with two attractive men included. and where is the problem? the problem is right there, because said ship was supposed to be for this two male characters (let's not start conversation if this two characters have good relationship/toxic relationship/or fall under proshipping line, bcs that's what i'm gonna talk about in next paragraphs of my essay) AND FOR TARGET GROUPS but instead of being made for target group (let's say lgbtq community by default and if we want to be even more specific so it is for other mlm people) it become pair to make straight women comfortable. and this is the problem because whole the gay couples finally represented in media wasn't made for straight women to feel comfortable in their little cozy beds to think: "oh gay people are not so different than us/oh why gay people are always the most attractive ones", i would even say if you are straight and cis and you are obsessed with gay ships and projecting everything what you feel on these characters (yeah it also applies to making hundreds of fanarts when you are strangely always in the middle, between this two characters), when one of them you headcanon as homosexual (in elmatagirl case this is el matador), then you are fetishizing it.

and what is fetishization? fetishization is excessive fascination/sexual fantasies about things that aren't sexual by definition for example: identity, race, religion or body parts that aren't private. and we are focusing on the first instance.

oh my gosh we have a lot of to talk about here. firstly, i would like to focus on... weird fanarts of elmatagirl and i'm not talking about nsfw ones bcs yeah they are nsfw and even if i don't like them i'm not gonna talking about them here.

there was a famous redrawing of - i don't remember now if this was comic panel or scene from the show but it doesn't matter - el matador.... i don't even know how to put this in words, el matador tied in... el marador tied in this position......

(gabe and their digital painting skills)

and what can i say.... if she just idk make joke about it, then it's okay i probably also made comment about this kind of scene BUT ALSO MOVE ON AS SOON AS THIS JOKE MET WITH LAUGHTER FROM MY AUDIENCE and not started making whole ass fanart with sexual subtext of my favourite gay boys because from context of the show this scene wasn't made to be sexual, it was meant to be funny/visual gag etc.

"why gay men are always the most attractive men?"

it may sound innocent and yeah it is, because i also can say that some gay man is in my eyes attractive and deal with the fact that he doesn't look at me as his possible partner bcs i'm non binary who doesn't identify with - let's call it - "male gender role". but again i move on from this interaction and not run whole page with my two little gay boiiis suggestive content bcs it's suspicious

and again my fellow gay men of supablr can correct me because i'm not mlm, but i think that meeting with this kind of excitement from straight women would be very weird. i can't make example of my situation bcs im bisexual but if i was ever in established relationship with a woman and some dude would say to me that women in lesbian relationships are the hottest ones and then i would discover that he runs whole social media profile with only wlw ships in which he also includes himself i would give him a fucking stroke like man, you are super weird. i don't see you as an ally, i see you as a weirdo.

proshipping/toxic mlm

now we will be walkin on a thin ice so if someone doesn't feel comfortable with this kind of content i want you to scroll till next point written in bold font

proshipping is when a person supports shipping in general. no matter if two or more characters have huge age gap, are related to each other(it also applies to adoptive families), have bully/victim | abuser/victim type of relationship or one of them or more are minors in relationship with an adult(s)

and i want to talk about dingarra here. dingarra is ship between skarra and dingaan and like i said in one of my prev posts this is clearly an abuser&a victim relationship and i'm sorry no matter how many headcanons you made about it it's still abusive relationship. and if somebody make an argument that idk they have each others phone numbers or skarra handed dingaan a fucking toilet paper in episode 293719191 - i'm gonna get violent. i'm not joking i'm gonna get violent.

and if it's wrong to ship toxic ships? surprisingly no, BUT ONLY if you are aware of the fact that they are toxic. like people for a reason ship hannigram and i don't know batman and joker because they like their fucked up dynamic, are into character study or just think that in weird VERY VERY WEIRD way they match each others energy.... BUT NOBODY ROMANTICIZE THIS. ofc there are some people that think these type of relationships are the height of romanticism but still there is common belief that this ship is toxic for fuck's sake

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

and shador

i don't know where el matador in rookie season is looking like 18 or 19 year old. i seriously can't see that but ofc i am the delusional one

and at the end of the day

being over excited because two fictional males is super duper weird

[ohwormwoodlore]

Lullaby Character Profile

Creator's Note: Lullaby is a character who A) I love very dearly, and B) has an interesting creation story, because she was conceived after a renaissance faire trip with my best friend, and after I saw a lot of others cosplaying as their characters I really wanted to create a sort of "ren-faire-'sona", so to speak. From there, she kind of evolved into her own thing. I've been working on her cosplay for months (so far I have her dress and choker), and now she even has a Dungeons and Dragons sheet! She doesn't have any attachment to my worldbuilding, other than D&D and a sort of Modern Fantasy AU that I did for fun, so I figured she was a perfect first profile!

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Lullaby Lavendula “Sleepy-Head” | Nonbinary | she/they | 20 yrs. | Sheep Satyr

Story: N/A (Unused/Unplayed D&D Character)

World/Setting: Dungeons and Dragons canon/Undeveloped High Fantasy World

Lifestyle

Sexuality: Sapphic Partner: None Occupation/Status: Traveling Performer/Charm Maker Personal Effects: Scimitar, painted shield, lavender sprigs, kalimba, writing supplies, a very old music box

Physical Traits

Appearance: Short, a bit chubby, unguligrade legs, round features, white lamb's fur on legs and neck, droopy, rounded ears, droopy short tail, large black nose, wears a simple nightgown, lavender and baby’s breath flower crown/corsage Eyes: Lavender, white lashes, have a sleepy appearance Hair: White, curly, has braided strands in the front, bangs, and a chin-length bob cut Skin: Pale, rosy cheeks, white freckles Piercings: Ear lobes Tattoos: None Voice Claim (Optional): N/A (Soft, gentle, generally very feminine) Magic/Abilities: Spellcasting (Druid, Circle of Dreams)

Bio

Personality: Calm, kind, warm-hearted, sleepy, spacy, peaceful, patient, polite Likes: Lavender, tea, music boxes, sleeping, stargazing, moths Dislikes: Mornings, loud music, anger, coffee Brief History: Lullaby was raised in a family of druidic craftsmen, who taught her how to create enchanted charms and trinkets from wood. When she came of age, she left the Feywild to travel the world. These days, she performs music and creates charms for food and housing. Despite her quiet and serene appearance (and tendency to take impromptu naps), she is more than capable of defending herself if need be... what do you think the horns are for?

Circle of Dreams my beloved... maybe I'll post her D&D sheet eventually... maybe not... but either way I love her!

[hunni-hive]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌 HELLO MY BELOVED BEE SPOUSE!!!!!!! KIS KIS KIS KIS

I LOVE YA MWAH MWAH MWAH SPACIE WONDERFUL

[kats-kradle]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I was tagged by @holbytlanna, my beloved. Apparently I haven’t published anything sicne February so. Get ready for just all febuwhump😂😂

Febuwhump Day 28: “you’re safe now” -MacGyver (2016)

Mac knew it was going to be one of those days from the second he got up. Bozer called them his “hyperactive zombie days,” which was a pretty honest interpretation of them. Mac called them his wrong days. Wrong days weren’t the same as paranoid days, even though they shared many qualities. They also weren’t the same as sluggish days, or spacy days, or barbed wire days—Mac had so many different categories for bad days that they were more common than good ones. The thought of that made him want to laugh, but not in a genuine way.

Febuwhump Day 27: survivor’s guilt -Marvel

In this universe, Clint ducks as the bullets start flying, and hopes it’s enough to save the little boy in his arms. He’s stunned when he’s unharmed, and when he turns he sees Pietro standing in front of him, his body riddled with splotches of red that clash in a sickeningly horrible way with the brightness of his shirt.

“You didn’t see that coming,” Pietro quips with a great effort, and then his body is rigid and he’s fallen to the ground, and Clint can’t move until the little boy in his arms shifts to try and look, and then he runs to the ship as fast as he can.

In this universe, Clint goes back and drags the body to the ship. Too young, he thinks, looped in his mind like a broken record. Too young. He lays down next to the body as the ship departs, and thinks about how life has never been fair for the young and the brave.

Febuwhump Day 26 (Alt 6): limp -MacGyver (2016)

The porcelain of the toilet was cold under Mac’s arms as he heaved the remains of what little supper he had eaten. He shuddered and glanced at his watch. 3:05 in the morning. Any thought he had of wanting to call Jack was quickly pushed aside; he wouldn’t bother Jack at this hour. Explosions and ragged bodies of his friends raced through his mind again, and Mac closed his eyes against the way his stomach lurched.

Febuwhump Day 25: assumed dead -Stargate Atlantis 

“Sheppard! Teyla!” Ronon called out, ducking under a branch. After a second, he added, “McKay!” His voice rang out and echoed through the forest without a response. Another attempt at the radio proved that it still wasn’t working. He let out an aggravated huff and tried to ignore the chill that was steadily creeping up his spine.

“Stay together,” John had said, and Ronon could tell by the look in his eyes that he really meant it this time. “This is not a good place to be alone.”

For the life of him, Ronon couldn’t remember why.

Febuwhump Day 24: bloody clothes -Death on the Nile 

Poirot watched Bouc as he wandered down the stairs. The inevitable was swiftly approaching, as much as he dreaded it, and he sighed and leaned heavily on the railing.

“It’s horrible,” Jackie whimpered from behind him. “All of it, horrible. Who could do such a thing? You must have some theory, Monsieur Poirot. Don’t you?” There was a certain edge to her voice that Poirot couldn’t quite place. It didn’t sit right with him.

“I have one final interview to conduct,” he murmured. 

Febuwhump Day 23: “you’ll have to go through me” -The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

“Mr. Kuryakin, if you could please step into my office,” Alexander requested as the Russian passed his door. Illya exchanged a look with Gaby, who was attached to his arm, before murmuring something and disengaging from her. Alexander gave him a pleasant smile and ushered him into the room before closing the door. Gaby continued down the hallway, but threw a glance behind her at the door. Alexander closed the blinds.

Febuwhump Day 22: can’t scream -MacGyver (2016)

“Mac!” Jack yelled in a panic, shaking his unconscious friend violently. “Come on, man, wake up!”

The distant sound of voices grew steadily closer, and Jack swore and grabbed Mac under the arms. His stomach turned at the sight of the bone sticking out of Mac’s leg, but he pushed past the nausea and dragged Mac out of the elevator shaft and into a nearby closet. Mac began to stir in his arms. The voices grew closer, and Jack moved to close the door, but Mac’s bad leg blocked it. With a grimace, he slammed a hand over Mac’s mouth and swiftly yanked his leg into the room and closed the door, cringing as Mac jerked awake to struggle and scream into his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Mac, I’m sorry.”

Febuwhump Day 21: shackled -Stargate Atlantis

“I guess this is to be expected,” Rodney grumbled. “We’ve been pretty lucky so far that everyone in the Pegasus Galaxy speaks the same language.”

Ronon grunted in agreement as the two of them watched Teyla and John make exaggerated motions and strange body movements at the village leaders. It was a lot like that earth game… charades. It wasn’t any less entertaining, either, at least on Ronon’s part. Rodney seemed to have gotten bored of it two minutes in.

Febuwhump Day 20: knife wound -MacGyver (2016)

“Riley! Riley!”

It was a sunny spring day when Riley had finally made the connection between the words father and Jack. She was driving down the road with her dad. She’d been angrier with her mom than she’d been in a long, long time, if ever; so she called her dad to pick her up. It was a low down, shitty move, and Riley knew it the instant she saw her mom’s face blanch when his car pulled up to the house. Jack had tried to lecture her with stupid phrases like “now you listen here young lady” that Riley answered with her middle finger as she went out the door.

Febuwhump Day 19: “you deserve this” -Marvel

Apathy was a mercy.

Stephen first considered this as he sat in a hard church pew, staring at the too-small coffin at the front of the room like the force of his gaze could somehow bring Donna back, when he was suddenly and viciously jealous of everyone who lived without connection to anyone else.

Tagging: @thewanderingace @set-phasers-to-whump @catsafari25 @loves-2-read @januarydivide @personinthepalace and anyone else who wants to do this! 

[story-island]

Facing The World (Hotch X Reader)

Authors Note: Hello everyone! This is from a different fandom than what I normally write, so I hope people can enjoy. From what I know A lot of Supernatural fans also watch or at least know what Criminal Minds is. But if you guys want me to stick to the Supernatural content, let me know. Otherwise enjoy : )

Summary: You have an off day and don't want to face the world, but Hotch comes home and helps

Warnings: None

Word Count: 594 (sorry its short, but I have college finals, but still wanted to write and this is the result)

Today was one of those days, you were technically fine, but facing the world was hard. So far, you have only left your bed once. You wanted to get up and do something but you were in your head, and everything seemed difficult. Right now what you wanted was a person to help you. That person just so happened to be Hotch. But he was busy with work, and not wanting to bother your beloved boyfriend you just sat there, thinking. You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn’t hear your phone go off.

It was your boyfriend, but you didn’t know that. You were caught up in finding the patterns on the ceiling. There was faint music playing in the background but your mind was gone. As your profiler boyfriend had pointed out, you had a tendency to dissociate when not having a good day. 

~Hotch’s perspective

It had been hours since texting Y/N, and she had yet to text back. Hotch knew what this meant, you were having a rough day and more than likely had no idea he had even texted. It was a slow day, and he had no need to fly out on a case, so he made the decision to take the rest of the day off. Letting everyone know he was leaving, Hotch walked out the door.

~Your perspective

Your mind was gone, the ceiling was still the focus of your eyes. But you had sunk into a happy space, brain filled with images of dragons and flying. You were so gone that the noise of the door didn’t make you stir.

“Sweetie? You there?” Hotch called.

Immediately you focused, realizing that your boyfriend was calling for you.

“I’m in here” You responded

Walking in, Hotch asked “Are you doing ok?”

“Meh, I’m here, but my mind is elsewhere. The world just seems scary right now”

“You want to have a lazy day? I want to help make you feel better.” Hotch said

“A lazy day sounds nice, can I have cuddles?” you ask

“Yes of course you can have cuddles, did you want to put on a movie too?” he asked

“Sure”

Eventually you moved from the bed, and picked out a movie. Hotch on the other hand was changing from his work suit, and getting some small snacks. He knew that you probably hadn’t eaten today, and figured it might help.

After a few minutes, Hotch was back with food and ready to let you curl up next to him. The movie started and you ate a few bites of food before laying your head on Hotch’s chest. He just let you lay there and took comfort in the fact that you had eaten and now seemed to be less spacy. The movie played and soon came to an end.

“Feeling any better?” Hotch asked

“For sure” you respond.

“Good enough to get out of bed and do something? You don’t want to completely lose the day” he said.

“What did you have in mind?” you ask, sitting up.

“Maybe a short walk? It is nice out today, the sun is shining and the sky is blue . . .or at least it was when I left work” Hotch said with a smile.

Giggling, you responded “sure, let's go for a walk around the block”

“Great! But maybe we should change out of comfy clothes so we don’t look like weirdos” he said with a small smile.

And with that the two of you got out of bed and faced the scary world together.

[retelling-of-ragnarok]

I have,,, accidentally acquired Gwen as a comfort drawing character- I love them and their design and their lore and their interactions and the way they speak and- In summary they are a beloved and I adore them and I'm really happy that you made them <3

I hope you don't mind me randomly giving you drawings of them out of nowhere. Just tell me if you do n I'll stop if you want <3

However, I got hit randomly at like 3am by the need to see Gwen wearing bold makeup of which I am not sure of their attitude towards but,,, 🌌 spacy vibes 🌌 Wanted to add purple blush too but I felt like that would be too much. Also realised that I forgot the diamond on their forehead in the last drawing I sent you rip </3

❆ AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! DON’T EVER FEEL LIKE YOURE BOTHERING ME FOR DOING ART OF MY CHARACTER I LOVE IT SMMM. YOURE SO TALENTED T-T. AND THEYRE YOURE COMFORT DRAWING CHARACTER? GOD THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY NSNSND. DRAW THEM AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE— YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO SHARE THEM IF YOU DONT WANT; IF YOURE HAVING FUN DRAWING THEM I SAY GO FOR IT 😭♥️🤲 i’m so, so happy you like them.

ANYWAY ONTO THE ACTUAL DRAWING— THEYRE SO PRETTY??!!! I love how you associate Gwen with space bc space WAS A THEME for them at one point 😭 It isn’t so much anymore but i ADORE putting Gwen in space themed outfits and scenarios and the like. AND THEYRE SO FUCKING PRETTY TOO? GOD— LIKE LOOK AT THEM. ngl gwen would never do makeup on THEMSELVES, but if someone else did it FOR THEM 👀👀 WELL WHO KNOWS (and that def doesn’t stop me from making them look all pretty.)

NAH BUT THIS IS WONDERFUL I LOVE IT SM ;; AND ALSO IDK WHAT TIME IT IS FOR YOU RN BUT YOU BETTER HAVE SLEPT 🤨💪 PROPER REST IS IMPORTANT 🗣 ❆

[sleepyfan-blog]

Can i request a ds errink extra angst.:333

Fandom: Dreamswap by @onebizarrekai

Characters and pairing: DS Ink, DS Error, DS Dream, DS Errink

Warnings: referenced kidnapping, implied brainwashing, cursing

Word count: 1,694

Summary: Dream, having noticed that his best assassin is distracted, helps to rectify the issue.

“-and Ink, once this meeting is concluded, I would like you to stay behind for a few moments. There is something that I would like to show you.” Dream said, addressing his best assassin, looking directly at the other for a moment, before continuing to speak with the group of investors, talking about the opportunities that their G had brought to several disadvantaged timelines that Justice Reigns had recently come into contact with. Fell timelines were always tricky to deal with, but as their leader - an Undyne - had mysteriously dusted a couple of weeks before Dream had approached them, their world in even more chaos, promising peace and freedom from their underground prison, in exchange for cooperation and adherence to JR’s laws and guidelines.

“Yes boss.” Ink answered flatly, barely glancing up at the taller skeleton before staring at his phone some more. He was incredibly bored and still had no idea why that Dream insisted that he went to these things It wasn’t as if any of the people who paid assloads of G and magical items into Justice Reigns would suddenly try to stab the CEO… Or one another. Even if most of them were in it for the money and opportunities that being able to expand their own businesses into new timelines, and because it looked good to the adoring masses to be so closely associated to the multiversal justice bringers. If they had any idea of even half of really what went on, well… Ink mentally shook himself, Dream would probably be able to spin things so that the public would still eat out of the palm of his hands, anyways. Besides, everyone who knew anything about the organization was aware of their no-mercy policy towards criminals.

His phone buzzed almost silently, and Ink was glad that his phone was on silent - as strictly speaking - the only person who should have this number is Dream - along with whoever temporarily has it if he has to work with someone on a mission. It was his boyfriend - Error. The other sent him a picture of a half-created knit creation of some kind (it looked like a… Blanket? Maybe? It looked too big to be a shirt or socks) and a cheerful message of [I’m almost done with this section! I’m going to be using that yarn that you got me a couple of months ago - it really is very gorgeous. Do you know when you’ll be able to stop by again? I miss you.]

Ink was very glad that his scarf covered his mouth - as otherwise everyone else in the room would have noticed him suddenly smile as he looked at his phone - and Dream would ask why and he’d have to come up with some bullshit excuse - like he was looking up a meme to troll the other with later or something like that. Which had about a fifty-fifty chance of flying past the powerful empath’s radar. He didn’t know that his eye lights gave him away - both of them hearts, one upside down, the other right side up, one pink the other yellow.

The boring as shit meeting eventually came to an end - after a truly mind-numbing amount of blather and as-kissing on the part of the investors. How Dream had managed to convince so many people that the son shone directly out of his ass, Ink could only guess. Then again, the other’s aura was incredibly effective at getting other people to trust him. Ink himself had been completely under Dream’s spell for much longer than he would have liked to admit, before Error, Cross and Nightmare had grabbed him and smacked his head on straight…

He’d fallen head over heels for Error a couple of weeks after that, during a fight in which he and several other members of JR had been sent after them, to try and capture three of the most wanted criminals in the multiverse. Error was an impressive fighter and a complete nerd. Ink had acted on impulse and accidentally splattered his JR compatriots with paint meant to bind the person or people hit with it, and had rushed over to free them, conveniently allowing the three criminals time to escape. That had been a little over a year from now.

“Ink, if you would follow me to my office?” Dream prompted him, the other’s aura feeling… Strange to him.

Ink nodded and answered back with some reluctance “Yes boss.” He hoped that he would get another mission soon - that way he could spend a couple of hours with Error. If he was lucky, it would be a longer mission and he might even get a couple of days without it seeming to be suspicious. He felt one of Dream’s hands land on his left shoulder as soon as the investors were out of sight, and the other teleported the both of them to-

Just outside of the holding cells. Specifically the section that housed the very dangerous, highly powerful criminals who Dream was either trying to work on in order to convert them to his side… Or to keep in power-restricting cuffs until the R&D people found out how to kill them. “Uhh… Boss? This isn’t… This isn’t your office.”

“No, it’s not. Then again, you haven’t been entirely truthful with me, have you, Ink?” The winged guardian responded, staring intently at Ink, folding his arms over his chest and staring the soulless being down.

“I… Uhhh… Wh-what do you mean by that, boss?” Ink answered, hesitant. There were all sorts of things he was lying to Dream about. Which lies had he been caught out on? Was the other about to try to throw him in jail? Because if so, the other was going to have a hell of a fight on his hands, as he wasn’t about to just waltz into custody.

“You have been delaying the completion of your missions in order spend time with someone. You have been romantically entangled with this person for at least a year, and have been spending increasing amounts of time with them. If you had simply told me of your interest in this person in the first place, you would not have felt the need to sneak around behind my back. Even if they are a wanted criminal. Or, well. Were a wanted criminal. I’ve fixed that little issue.” Dream responded, raising a browbone at the other before gesturing to the guards on the other side of the door.

Between four heavily armed guards was Error. The other looked at Ink and smiled warmly at him, the half-created blanket dangling from his needles as they clicked quietly. His clothes were… Different than before. They looked almost the same, but something was definitely off about them. Error’s eye lights brightened at the sight of him and he swiftly walked over to Ink, reaching out and lightly touching one of his shoulders briefly before stopping and saying “Hello, beloved! How are you?” There was something slightly… Off about the way Error said that, and his eye lights seemed to be partially fuzzed out.

“E-Error?” Ink managed out, staring at his boyfriend, desperately trying to understand what had happened. There was no way that the other would be so calm normally. He looked up at Dream and managed to ask without stammering (don’t show weakness, Ink, keep it together!) “Uh… Boss? Wh… How?” and gestured at his boyfriend. Oh fuck what did Dream do?

“You have, against all odds, might I add, as you are soulless, fallen in love with someone. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I am the guardian of positivity after all. As for Error, he’s been under the protection of Justice Reigns for the past few months, and in that time I and others… Worked with him, in order to ensure that he would no longer be a dangerous outlaw, but rather a fitting significant other for someone as highly ranked within my organization as you are.” Dream explained, a small smirk appearing on his face “And you needn’t worry about his two accomplices and friends. I have been working on them as well. Nightmare is a great deal more stubborn, but Cross on the other hand… Cross has some interesting properties of his soul that have allowed me to… Convince him to our side. Not that he hasn’t fully capitulated yet to my satisfaction. Now, off with the both of you. There are several fantastic restaurants within easy walking distance of Justice Reigns, and I want the both of you to enjoy being able to openly spend time with one another.”

What else could he do or say? If he reacted explosively, things would very quickly go to shit - he could see dozens of guards around them. So instead all he said was “Yes boss, thank you. Come on Error, let’s go on an actual date for once.”

“That sounds wonderful, darling…” Error murmured, his voice still distressingly spacy “I am very grateful to Lord Von Licht for showing me the error of my ways… Stars only know how worried you must have been about what I was up to, when we were apart. I’m sorry for worrying you so much.”

Fuck. Fuck he’d never thought this would have happened “I… Err… Shit, Error. I’ve wanted to cause some chaos in my time too. I just didn’t…” Didn’t want him to get hurt or killed by JR. Stars above what the actual hell did they do to him? Ink hoped that away from the cell and the torture, Error would come back to himself. The two of them walked through JR, Ink hovering close. If Error wasn’t haphephobic, Ink would be holding one of the other’s hands. As it was the assassin stayed as close to his beloved as he knew wouldn’t make the other uncomfortable and tried not to openly glare at every single being the two of them came across as they left the main part of Justice Reigns. The whole damn AU belonged to Dream - and from what the other had said… It was implied that Dream didn’t want the two of them leaving this AU together.

[spaciebabie]

i do not understand how ppl sketch with a pen with pen pressure its actually the worst experience of my life. everything is muddied and i cant see the shapes or what im doing . i did that from the ages of 12-18. how.

[happymetalgirl]

Tool - Fear Inoculum

I didn’t actually intend to review the long-awaited fifth Tool album so long after its release, time and life got in the way of things, but I’m kind of glad in a way that I’m talking about it now after all the inevitable and ridiculous hysteria surrounding it has mellowed out, which is (spoiler) kind of a sign of the album’s relative quality next to the band’s other four records in and of itself. And, while now I get to talk about it without the confounding noise of the loud clamoring on about it, I don’t really think my words would have really been too different a month and a half ago than they are now.

Tool are a band, of course, who need no introduction; their cerebral brand of progressive alternative metal has become signature and iconic, and their four albums from 1993 to 2006 that preceded this one have served as an influence, if not a lofty aspiration, for thousands of artists since then. Like any self-respecting Tool fan, I consider Lateralus and Ænima to be roughly neck and neck at the top for my favorite spot in the band’s discography (the joint “Parabol” and “Parabola” together being my personal favorite Tool song). Those two albums show the quick crystallization of the band’s progressive metal psychedelia from their rougher, grungier beginnings earlier in the 1990′s. Though I do hold a lot of respect for how accomplished of a debut statement Undertow was, and how much ground it laid for the two albums to come. And even Opiate served as a strong prequel EP to that album. The band’s fourth album, 10,000 Days, however, took a perplexing turn from the heady, yet still metallic prog hallucinations the band had worked up to, and into more drawn-out, spacey experimentation, which I’d say haven’t really aged into anything and sound about as unnecessarily dilute and jam-band-ish as the day the album released in 2006. The album had its high points like the thundering bass of “Vicarious” and “Jambi” and the alternative metal oddity of “The Pot”, but it’s a largely tiresome and less rewarding listen than its predecessors. And that was the last we heard of Tool for thirteen years.

The tremendous wait for the album of course drummed up a lot of speculation of what it would sound like in relation to their previous works. Would it be a return to the beloved progressive metal of  Ænima and Lateralus? Would it be a culmination of all their sounds in retrospect into one gargantuan crowd-pleaser? Or would it be something totally new for the band. Not to toot my own horn, (and not like I can prove this anyway), but I had this hunch that this album would probably be just a delayed continuation of what the band were doing on 10,000 Days, and, while there is the occasional reinvigoration of their sound with some stylistic callbacks to their middle two records prior, lo and behold, as much as I wish I didn’t, for the most part I guessed right.

Coinciding with the band’s acceptance of the times and the advent of streaming with their release of their catalog onto digital platforms, Fear Inoculum was released as a single-disc CD and as a longer, digital version, with three extra instrumental interludes sprinkled throughout the track listing stretching it past the limits of the CD format to nearly eighty-seven minutes, and it sure feels like the hour-and-a-half-long listen that it is, and not in a flattering way. Like I said, the album is largely a continuation of the atmosphere-focused prog of 10,000 Days, which is only somewhat updated from the band’s 2006 effort. The main songs are all over ten minutes long, and the similarly low energy across the marathon track list doesn’t really make a great case for this direction in contrast to what the band have shown themselves to be great at, namely vibrant, untethered prog adventurousness.

The opening title track layers together plenty of diverse tom percussion and the band’s recognizable guitar reverb into a slowly growing and whirlpool (kind of like the album cover) of Tool’s 10,000 Days sonic pallet that gradually cascades into a thicker, distortion-fuzz-driven finish. The abstract, cryptic lyricism about shedding the influence of manipulative fear mongering is more cryptic than poetic, but I can see the vagueness of the subject being a good way to make it widely and appropriately applicable in its commentary and play into the paranoia of refusing to acknowledge exactly what this deceiver is. As a tension-builder, it’s a great way to start the album off, but it doesn’t really seal the pay-off as the heavy bass line tries to usher in a climax while the other instrumentalists mostly just coast on forward to the end of the song like a tired distance runner giving a bit of a burst to finish the last stretch. And that’s one of the shorter tracks, with over an hour left to go.

The second song, “Pneuma”, is structurally not too dissimilar, with a synthy bridge this time connecting the meditative tom-drum/reverb-guitar build-up to a relatively hum-drum metallic non-finale. It really only marginally feels like it’s that kind of progressively building song, clearly being more focused on its meditative ambiance than its intentional trajectory. In which case, I would have honestly probably preferred the band taking that approach more holistically, rather than trying to fit it into a prog metal formula. Lyrically, the song centers around a lot of transcendentalism that Tool have written about before, not really adding much new beyond perhaps a slightly different angle to meditate on it from. The song is followed by the first of the instrumental interlude tracks, “Litanie contre la peur”, which plays around with a melodically manipulated vocal inflection over some humming ambiance for about two minutes.

The third big piece on the album, “Invincible”, which finally plays a little more to the band’s progressive strengths. The guitar groove is actually allowed to drive the song and shine in a more energetic manner as Danny Carey gets to get a lot more bombastic behind the kit, as do the rest of the band during the instrumental sections throughout the song. It’s not only a more metallically groove-driven song whose heavier elements are actually used to cultivate a sense of meditation from a much more signature angle, but also a more interestingly progressive song that does more than just slowly swell up to a mild crescendo for ten minutes. The worries of the song’s warrior speaker are pretty transparently transposeable to the worry and struggles any aging artist (especially a long-absent artist like... Tool, maybe) to maintain their importance and the meaningfulness of their work.

The ominous bass hum of the second interlude track, “Legion Inoculant”, leads into the fourth of the album’s main epic songs, which keep getting longer and longer with the thirteen-and-a-half-minute environmental apocalypse warning “Descending”, which pleas for an end to the apathy that exacerbates the compounding climate crisis. Musically, the song plays into the somber melancholy of the lyrics, while taking a more balanced approach between the spaciness of the band’s last album and the heavier elements of Ænima in particular, perhaps intended given the similarity of that album’s title track’s subject matter. While some of the later sections feel a bit over-indulgent, this song deserves its length as it cascades through emotive defeatism via progressive metal ebbs and flows into this impending metallic crescendo that actually fits nicely with the melancholic rock build-up and the lyrical implications; it sounds like its tracking the collapse of , much like the title track of Ænima., starting and finishing with the sound of waves upon the shore that will continue to crash, just as they did before our takeover of the land, after our demise.

While the lyrical concept revolving around self-doubt and  of “Culling Voices”, is fascinating and all too tangible, the music falls more on the mild side again, with the band’s softer, more meditative atmosphere crashing just twice into explosive, but unimpressive climaxes of muscular, but not too creative, guitar riffing. The longest of the interludes, the wind-chime-laden and effects-doused electronic pulsing of “Chocolate Chip Trip”, features a tasty little drum solo to kind of make up for the lack of spotlight Carey gets on this album as he does so much of the rhythmic legwork, which I certainly appeciate and welcome.

The closing epic, “7empest” was the song fans were fawning over the most as a monstrous riff-fest after the album was finally released, and the riffing across the song’s almost sixteen minutes, as well as the repeating of the lyrical mantra, do capture some Ænima vibes, which makes sense knowing it was pieced together with motifs written during that era. The song’s lyrics once again call back to that breakthrough album with the repetition of the mantra “A tempest must be just that” in reference to the convenient muddying of the waters of responsibility for disasters caused by said chaos once it arises. It’s a song about those in power managing to use the chaos they create through their mismanagement to hide their guilt and just divert the blame on the chaos itself. The song is proggy in Tool fans’ favorite way and indeed dense with churning effects-laden riffage and a faster, much more aggressive vocal performance from Maynard James Keenan. While it is the longest, heaviest, and most vintage-Tool of the tracks here, I’d say it only stands a bit above the rest of the track list, and honestly maybe not surpassing the magnificent “Descending”.

The digital version wraps up with the odd, but disposable coda of the two-minute chirping sample manipulation of “Mockingbeat”, a strange note to end this version of the album on, but ultimately nothing destructive.

I had talked about Rammstein’s self-titled album and Slipknot’s We Are Not Your Kind as being among the year’s biggest of the biggest metal releases, but the long-awaited arrival of Fear Inoculum tops them both. Yet for all the drama building up around this album, all the hype that was inevitably going to hoist hopes and expectations to astronomical and similarly inevitably unrealistic levels, Fear Inoculum sits average at best, if not rather low in the band’s small catalog, and the rather quick hushing of this hype from fans and the metal sphere in general shows that I’m not alone in my relative underwhelmedness after the thirteen-year wait. While that sounds harsh, it is just because this album had such incredibly high expectations to live up to that it was most likely never going to meet. Fear Inoculum isn’t a terrible album by any means, but it does suffer from being drawn out the most by its weakest elements, its least creative ideas stretching it out in hopes of finding purpose for doing so, but coming back empty-handed. A little while after the album came out, Maynard made some kind of comment about this album being great eight years ago, which suggested that it had been in the works for a long time but perhaps held up by frivolous reasons, but also that it was composed largely near the time of 10,000 Days, as I thought it might have been, and it just kind of bugged me that this album probably didn’t need to be the huge prodigal event it was, maybe just an acceptable transitional moment for Tool to figure out what they wanted to do with their expanding sound arsenal. Instead we got arrested development dressed up as a comeback at a time when we might otherwise have one or two more albums from this band (by their releasing pace), possibly more accomplished. I had mentioned in my review of Opeth’s newest album that they deserved the patience with their prog rock transition, and that album showed it. It took four albums to get a record that could stand tall alongside their progressive death metal classics, but it came, and the journey did come with some good highlights along the way too. The journey to this album was a test of patience with clumsy publicity for several years more than anything else, not quite as rewarding, no music to offer along the way (aside from side projects), and still a sense of a band just picking up where they left off years ago without really assessing their direction. I’m glad Fear Inoculum is finally here, but I think others will share this sentiment with me even if they haven’t said it to themselves out loud. Yes, we got a few strong highlights out of this record, but I’m more relieved that the fiasco surrounding the wait is over than I am excited to have this batch of new songs (the latter of which I wish outweighed the former).

6/10

[filmstruck]

The Mockumentary Cult Canon: FEAR OF A BLACK HAT (’93) by R. Emmet Sweeney

Ever since it was popularized by THIS IS SPINAL TAP (’84), the mockumentary has been a resilient genre, ushered into the ’90s by Christopher Guest’s ensemble comedies such as WAITING FOR GUFFMAN (’96) and surviving on into the 2000s on TV via The Office. FEAR OF A BLACK HAT never achieved the same level of success, but it is a cult item in the genre’s canon, a movie burned by bad timing but beloved by its relatively small circle of admirers. It takes the SPINAL TAP parodic formula and applies it to the rap world, tracking the rise and fall of outrageously controversial gangster rap group N.W.H. (like N.W.A., just replace Attitude with Hats) – whose sexually explicit (“Booty Juice”) and politically charged (“Kill Whitey”) songs are continually being censored. It’s a film that has genuine love for the music while taking aim at everyone, from the clueless white executives to the group’s elaborately absurd defenses of their misogyny.

Director/writer/star Rusty Cundieff started his showbiz career as a stand-up comedian and eventually worked his way into co-writing HOUSE PARTY 2 (’91). As reported in The New York Times, FEAR OF A BLACK HAT started when Cundieff and producer Darin Scott (MENACE II SOCIETY) won $800 gambling in Vegas. They used $600 to shoot a 20-minute short to sell investors on a feature version, which they convinced ITC to fund. Chris Rock’s rap comedy CB4 (’93) was being shopped at the same time, so despite the fact that FEAR OF A BLACK HAT had a raucously well-received premiere at Sundance in 1993, it wouldn’t be released until a year later – an eon for a mockumentary larded with contemporary references. It received good reviews but no box office success upon release, though it gained Cundieff enough notoriety to get Spike Lee to produce Cundieff’s omnibus horror film TALES FROM THE HOOD (’95).

The shoot began without a script, to honor THIS IS SPINAL TAP’S improvisatorial spirit (Cundieff claimed to have seen it “at least 11 times”). The most direct homage is the sad fate of NWH’s managers, who keep getting killed (just like Spinal Tap’s drummers). Early on into shooting, background performers started overacting, trying to score larger parts. “We had waiters hamming it up, improvising figuring, ‘I’ll write myself into the story.’” So Cundieff decided to write a script, turning in pages about a week before they were to be shot.

Cundieff stars as Ice Cold, the entrepreneurial leader of NWH who merchandizes his own brand of Booty Juice. The rest of the group is made up of Tasty Taste (Larry B. Scott), an Eazy-E clone of small stature but immense anger who also happens to store a small armory in his basement, and finally there is Tone Def (Mark Christopher Lawrence), the spacy Afro-Futurist member who goes full P.M. Dawn-philosophizing when he turns solo.

The film is framed as a documentary being directed by Nina Blackburn (Kasi Lemmons, a director herself on EVE’S BAYOU’ [’97] and many others). Nina is an academic type who plays the straight woman to NWH’s absurd shenanigans. Some of my favorite bits involve Ice Cold trying to justify the political intent of his songs, even the most retrograde (there is a memorable argument with record execs about the right number of dead cops they could put on the cover of their album). In defending his indefensible solo jaunt “Come and Pet the P.U.S.S.Y.”, he tells Nina it stands for “Political Unrest Stabilizes Society” with an admirable straight face.

Jay Caspian Kang, a staff writer for The New York Times magazine, wrote memorably about his affection for FEAR OF A BLACK HAT, and how it refracted rap fandom through its own bizarre prism, making him feel at home:

“When my friends and I watched FEAR OF A BLACK HAT every week, we may not have been laughing for all the ‘right reasons,’ whatever those would have been. But I think we kept watching because we saw Cundieff’s satire as an open invitation; it let us in on the joke. For years we had emulated, in our own safe way, the hardheaded posturing we listened to on mixtapes and saw on BET. FEAR OF A BLACK HAT turned the lens back around on us — in N.W.H.’s absurd fronts, we could catch glimmers of our own farcical and constructed selves.”

So, while not all of the jokes land (and there are some regrettable gay panic punchlines), FEAR OF A BLACK HAT will endure for treating rap with the same loving disrespect as its most fervent and hypercritical fans.

[evanstanwrites]

Familiar taste of poison - Mob Bucky

pairing: Mob! Bucky x Reader, Best friend! Loki x Reader

warning: angst, fluff

A/N: writen together with the wonderful @pawfect-melody 

masterlist

“so, how’s that big deal going you’ve been working all week?” y/n asked her ceo boyfriend of 4 years, while picking at her food. She was having lunch with him at his office because he was very busy the last few weeks and didn’t have much free time. So, the last few days they had lunch together at his office in the luxury building where the headquarters of his company was located. Bucky who was still sitting behind his desk looked up at her from some papers before smiling at her.

“Well I hope to get this deal finished before next Monday so I can spend some time with my beautiful girl.”

“That would be lovely, it seems like ages since we’ve spent some quality time together.” She said with a pout on her face.

“Come sit on my lap baby.” Bucky demanded while pushing his chair back and held his arms open for her to cuddle into him. Which she gladly did, wrapping her arms around his neck once she planted herself on his thighs.

“Baby, I promise you once this deal is done with I’ll take you on a holiday, just you and me, it’s your choice where we go and no work. Would you like that doll?”

“If you can promise me you’ll relax too, you work to hard. I miss you a lot so, I’d love that. Just me and you. Promise me?” she whispers while weaving her right hand through his gelled hair.

“I promise doll, you know I’d do everything for you.” He said as his eyes closed to the feeling of your hand in his hair.  

“I love you.”

“I love you too doll. Now finish your lunch, I have work to do.” He says while slapping playfully on her thigh making her giggle.

“I’ll take it with me so you can work without me distracting you.” She tells him while closing the food container.

“why, is there somewhere you need to be?” Bucky asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah Loki asked me to come by his place, he has a surprise he said.”

“Oh, please be careful, you know I don’t trust him.”

“Baby, he’s my best friend. Nothing will happen.”

“Yeah, yeah I still don’t trust him.”

It was 30 minutes later when y/n drove up Loki’s driveway putting her car in park. When she looked up at the front door she saw Loki already standing in the open doorway smirking at her while she got out of her car and made her way to where he was standing. His smile got wider when she got closer, opening his arms to her to hug her once she was within reach.

“Hello darling. Looking lovely as always.”

“Hey Loki, how are you? What’s this surprise you have for me?”

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you? Well you have to wait a little bit, let’s have a drink first.”

“You’re no fun.” She chuckled.

Loki just smirked and made a sign for her to follow him into his living room. She followed after him, planting herself onto his sofa, letting out a sigh when she hit the soft leather.

“Want something to drink? I’ve got some wine I’ve put aside for you.”

“Yeah sounds good.”

A few moments later he was back with a glass of red wine.

“Okay, follow me. I’ll show you your surprise.” Loki says while holding his hand out to y/n.

*Bucky*

Y/n had just left 5 minutes when Bucky picked up his desk phone.

“Steve get in here now and bring Sam with you! Now Steve!” Bucky growled into the phone before slamming it down.  

Bucky wasn’t just a ceo of his own company, he owned more than that. He owned the whole city. He was the most feared mobster boss in the city, everyone feared him. That was, those who knew it was him. He leads a double life, mostly he did it to protect y/n. He didn’t want his girl involved in the dangerous and sometimes gruesome mob life, he wanted her safe. But also, he was afraid she wouldn’t want him anymore if she knew who he truly was. She had told him on multiple occasions how she hated all the crime in town. But what she also didn’t know was that her best friend Loki was one of Bucky’s biggest rivals who he didn’t trust one little bit. So, knowing his girl was hanging out with him made him uncomfortable. But the only thing that made him somewhat okay with her going to his place was the fact that he had a man infiltrated into Loki’s gang. Strange was one of his most loyal spies.

The phone wasn’t long down before his right hand and head henchmen came into his office.

“Okay, what’s the hurry boss?” Sam blurted out planting himself in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“You’re lucky we don’t have much time Willson or you would be dead for talking to me like that. Okay to the point, y/n is with Loki. And if I have to believe Strange’s report, he’s up to something. I want you two to track her car and figure out if Strange knows more.”  

*y/n*

Loki leads her to stand in front of the big open windows in the spacy kitchen. Taking her empty glass from her and putting it on the counter next to the window.

“I’ve planted those specially for you my darling. I know how much you love roses. They’re yours now.”  Loki said while looking out of the window.

When y/n follows his line of sight she is met with the most beautiful roses she has ever seen. But what was she supposed to do with roses planted in his garden, she only came here every once in a while.

“they’re beautiful Loki but if they’re mine what are they doing planted in your garden?”

“Well that’s the main reason I asked you to come here. I need to talk to you, I can’t keep this to myself anymore darling.” He said reaching over to hold her cheek before going on.

“Choose me, I love you, I could take care of you, protect you much better than he can. Break up with him and choose me, I can treat you like a princess.”

What was he saying? He was asking her to break up with Bucky?

“With all respect Loki, what are you saying? Have you gone mad? You know how much I love him, you’re my best friend. Don’t ruin our friendship, you know that’s all we can ever be. I love you yes, but as a friend. Don’t ask me to break up with Bucky.”

The look in Loki’s eyes changed from sweet and soft to hard and dark. His hand falls and curls into a fist at his side.

“You don’t know yet do you? You don’t even know him! What he really does or what he has done? He’s dangerous! A bad man.” He almost yells.

“What are you talking about? James is a good man, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He would never hurt me!”

Her blood starts boiling. How dare he? How can he accuse Bucky of being a bad man? He was just saying that to make her leave him.

“Okay okay, let’s just calm down. I shouldn’t have said that.” Loki visibly calms and walks to his fridge taking a bottle of wine out of it. Pouring until her glass is full once more.

“Here drink this, it’ll calm you down. But I do have to show you something about your dear boyfriend. Follow me, I’ve got the file in my office.” Loki said while grabbing her by her wrist and pulling her behind him. Once in his office he pushes her into one of the chairs and places a folder in front of her.

Y/n takes a big gulp of her wine before reaching for the folder looking at it’s contents. There are dozens of articles of violent crimes, mainly cold-blooded murders and they all blame one person, the mob king of the city.

“Yes dear, your beloved James is the mob king. So, I’ll ask you one more time nicely and I hope for your sake you give me what I want to hear darling before it’s too late.” Loki threatens while opening the drawer and gets a knife out of it, placing it on top of his desk.

“Leave him and choose me. And I promise I’ll let him live.”

For the first time since she knew him she was scared and overwhelmed. She never saw this side in him. He was accusing Bucky of being a mob king and not just any mob king but the most feared one. She didn’t know what to think or what to believe. She had the proof right in front of her, but still. Was Bucky really a bad man? He loved her, he made sure of that not even an hour ago when they had lunch together.

“No I love him Loki.” She whispered almost ashamed that she loved a criminal.

That’s when all hell broke loose. That dark look shadowed Loki’s eyes again.

“Well then it’s a good thing you drank that wine darling. Because if I can’t have you, nether will he. Nobody will.”

It was then that she became aware of the tingling feeling in her hands which made her drop the glass in her hand. She started to feel dizzy.

“What have you done Loki? I don’t feel so good.”

“Don’t fight it darling, the more you fight it the more it’ll hurt.”

“Why are you doing this? You’ve poisoned it, the wine?”

“Because you’re mine! And if you won’t be with me then you’re better off dead!” Loki now yelled grabbing her by the throat lifting her from the chair she was sitting in, throwing her on the ground. Y/n blacked out before her head hit the ground.

It was late when y/n got to her apartment. She had to work late and only got back home just before midnight.

“Baby? Is that you?” she heard a familiar voice calling from her living room.

When she followed the voice into the living room she was shocked at what she saw. The room was dark except the burning t-lights which were littered all around the room and in the middle stood Bucky with one of the biggest bouquets of red roses she’d ever seen.

“Bucky? What… how…. Why?” y/n stuttered.

They were only together 6 months.

“Hey doll. I knew you had a spare key under the flower pot and I really wanted to surprise you. So I’ve made dinner and got you these, they’re your favorite aren’t they?” Bucky smiled while getting in front of her and giving her the flowers.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“Because you’re you. And because I love you. You don’t have to say it back doll but I wanted you to know that if something was to happen that I love you and I’ll always be there for you.”

His eyes full of love shows how serious he is.

“I love you too Bucky.”

  Loki had y/n tied to a chair while he was circling around the room waiting for her to wake up. The poison wasn’t supposed to kill her that fast.

He had summoned some of his men to guard the room they were in because he knew that Bucky would soon know something was wrong. He only hoped y/n would be dead by the time he arrived and he could escape to somewhere remote. If it would happen that Bucky would arrive sooner his men would take care of him. It was at that moment y/n started to move and groan.

“Welcome back darling. Did you have sweet dreams?” Loki smirked

“Fuck you. I clearly made a mistake in trusting you!”

“Oh darling. I would shut up if I were you. I wonder if he’d still want you if I cut your body up a bit.” He said picking up the knife he’d got out of his desk drawer.

He got closer to her and took her jaw in his free hand tilting her head to the side running the sharp blade just under her eye to the corner of her mouth. Once he got the blade to her neck he started to put pressure on it drawing blood making y/n scream out in pain. Tears already streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh darling don’t you cry, I’ll make sure to send your James right after you. Don’t fight the poison, you’ll black out soon.” He said now cutting just under her collarbone when suddenly gunfire sounded behind the closed door.

“Well well well. Looks like the feared mob king comes to save his girl.” Grabbing y/n back by her throat and holding the knife next to her face. Just at that moment the doors flew open showing 3 men each holding 2 guns. But y/n was already slipping in and out of consciousness making it harder for her to see who it was.

Luckily all three men where skilled snipers and within seconds all Loki’s men where dead on the floor and all the guns where now aimed at Loki.

“I’ll only give you one warning Loki. Let her go.”

“You’re to late Barnes! The poison has almost reached her heart, you’ll…” but before Loki could finish his sentence Bucky fired his gun and hit Loki in his shoulder making him drop the knife. As soon as the knife left his hand Steve had him tackled to the ground giving Bucky time to run over to his girl checking up on her and ordering Sam to take her to the hospital.

Once Sam lifted y/n in his arms and ran out of the room Bucky turned to Loki who was already in the chair where y/n previously was.

“Well now it’s just us three let’s have some fun of our own shall we. Let’s hurt you a bit. But this time we’ll torture you not to make you talk…. No no this is all for fun. This will teach you not to touch my girl.”

Y/n woke to the scent of antibacterial spray assaulting her senses. She could hear a faint beep beep in the otherwise quiet room. She slowly opened her eyes trying to remember where she was and why. Realising she was in a hospital bed and gown the memories started rushing back.

Loki and his attack and then Bucky and his men coming in and taking Loki’s men out like trained assassins.

Hearing a slight snore y/n turned her head to the right and was met with the sight of a disheveled Bucky asleep on his forearms which were resting on her bed. Terror shot through y/n strong and fast which caused the beep beep of her heart rate monitor to rise, in turn shocking Bucky from his fitful sleep. Looking up Bucky saw the confusion in y/n’s eyes. 

“Doll your awake. Oh thank god. I was afraid I’d never see those beautiful eyes again” he whispered while leaning over to kiss her forehead.

Y/n tensed on impulse 

“y-y-you lied to me. Why didn’t you tell me? What are you? I seen you kill those bad men without remorse.” She accused.

Bucky let out a sigh “y/n baby listen to me I’ve had to do a lot of things I don’t like to do and even things I’m not proud of. But deep down I’m not a bad person. I’m still me... the dirty talking, smooth loven guy you fell in love with”

“but you kept it from me. Was anything you ever told me true”

“the love I feel for you has always been true. I only kept it from you in order to keep you safe. A-And because I was afraid once you found out you’d leave me.” Bucky said while lowering his head in shame.

Y/n weakly reached out her hand to stroke his cheek “but don’t you realise” she said “I love you, just as madly and as fiercely as you love me. There’s nothing you could do or tell me that would change that.” Bucky looked at her with a slight smile on his lips.

“I will admit though I am really pissed off that you lied to me” she sassed.

“I know” Bucky replied. “And I will spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Starting” he said. “With asking you to be my wife. Share my life with me y/n be mine for always and forever.” Bucky wiped stray tears from y/n’s cheek ones she hadn’t even realised had started to fall. 

“Yes” she whispered. “I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. Just promise me you’ll never lie to me again” Bucky captured her slips in a siring kiss. When Bucky pulled away y/n was panting

 “I promise” he stated vehemently 

“now hurry up and get better so I can take you home get you out of those clothes and show you how much I love you” he demanded, giving her another passionate kiss.

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Guysguysguysguysguysguysguys! Hello!

New avatar = new start!

No, I’m not dead. I just had tough year. A lot of hard exams and projects.. uhhh I always heard „It'll be easier on the second year of study, don’t worry” and you know what? NO. JUST F*CKING NO. Seriously the previous year was totally f*ucked up. I didn’t have time for drawing stuff I love and because of that I felt really bad. But the good thing is that the next year won’t be worse, it just can’t be worse -.-‚ just can’t.

Any way! Enough bad news! I finished this terrible year and have a holiday! I have to do animatied film for exam in septemper, but now I only want to drawing stufffffff :> I have to tell you that I’m really happy you still rebloged and liked my arts, it’s awesome :) It’s just a warm sunlight on my heart x)

About my new works which I will published.. I watched so many things and I’m in a few new fandoms ;) I really love House of Cards and I fell in love with Kevin Spacey again <3 He is such an awesome actor! So if you like HoC and Frank Underwood you will like my drawings, I hope x) Also I saw all eposodes of Rick&Morty and I love this series! I want draw fanarts so much! Soooo… you could expected arts from Rick&Morty, House of Cards/Kevin Spacy, some awesome games (I don’t spoil which one ;)) and of course Uncharted and still beloved Rafe Adler <3

I wanted to publish some works ealier, but I didn’t draw for so long that when I finally could, I started draw too many drawings at once and didn’t finish a single one xD Yes, I have too many ideas for drawings now and want to do it all in one time! Hehe

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Longing

 Morning had set heavily over the Shire, and with it, came the work and bustle. Many hobbits- both male and female bustled around the town, shopping, working, and just enjoying the simple pleasures of life that laid out before them.

 “Azalea, stop daydreaming.” An elderly, feminine voice called out, stirring the young hobbit from her thoughts. Azalea Primrose Took had been watching the usual morning scene out the window of Yolanda Puddlefoot’s hobbit hole.

 “Yes, ma’am.” The younger hobbit remarked returning her gaze to her book, studying over the history lesson that Yolanda had provided her today. Though this hobbit was of age, Yolanda had taken it as a personal mission to educate her the best she could. She had a feeling unlike the rest of the lot here, this one might just need it.

 “Yolanda?” The sunflowered color haired hobbit called out softly as she casted her blue and violet eyes to the woman, once again distracted from her studies. “What do you suppose Rivendell is like now?”

��The elderly woman, with hair turning the palest hue of snow, pondered over this, as she set her tea kettle over the fire. “I have heard rumors, but nothing more, my child.” She remarked, as she picked up the fire poker that had rested against the stone hearth and stoked the embers.

 “I have heard it is but merely a shadow of it’s former glory, and I have heard it doesn’t exist there anymore.” Yolanda replied shuffling over to the hobbit, gently patting her golden curls as a warm expression shone in her ageless eyes. “There is but one way to know for sure what has happened to it, no?”

 “And yet, how would that be?” Azalea pressed, tilting her head as her curiosity took root, replacing her normal bright and cheery disposition. Yolanda had her attention in full now.

 “That, my dear, Azalea, would be for you to go and find it!” She laughed, her matronly stature warmed with her mirth.

 This brought a giggle from the young hobbit, clearly amused by what Yolanda was suggesting. “Yolanda, that’s so silly, a hobbit like me… going on an adventure to find Rivendell? It’s simply…” She trailed off, biting her plump, rosy, lower lip. She had often had dreams at night embarking on a grand adventure… but she was not alone. These dreams had turned into daydreams, often leading the hobbit to be spacy when she really needed to be down to Earth.

 “Yet, I know what burns in your heart, it is the same desire that burned in your grandfather’s, do not give up on it-” Yolanda had began to advise when there was an urgent rapping on her door.

 “Azalea!! … Azalea!! Are you here?!” A high pitched but definitely feminine voice called out from the other side of the door, all the while they still rapped on the door!

 “Yes, yes, Saffron! I am here!” Azalea laughed, hopping to her feet as she quickly went to answer Yolanda’s door before her friend worn out the exterior of the door.

 Standing on the other side of the door was a lady, very close to her own age, a friend she had since they were both little babes. “Saffron Brown!” Azalea laughed, hugging her friend who stood just a few inches shorter than her.

 “Azalea!” Saffron remarked, her voice high like a songbirds. “You ARE coming to the town dance tonight right?! I know you are not playing with the band, so I was hoping you might come and keep me company??” The smaller hobbit pleaded as she bounced from one foot to the other, upsetting her dark chocolate curls in bounces.

 Azalea shook her head, a smile gracing her lips at her friends antics, though she knew it displeased Yolanda to have her time interrupted. “Of course I will Silly-Saffy, I wouldn’t miss it for the world… say, how about we spend the lunch hour discussing what we might wear?” She offered, tapping her thumb thoughtfully against her lower lip.

 Naturally this offer made Saffron all the more giddy at the aspect of girl time. “Yes yes! Perhaps… Ms. Puddlefoot would be as so kind to let you out for early lunch? You will be in need of as much energy as you can claim for this evening?”

 Yolanda watched as the two girls turned on her, dogging her with their best puppy-eyed pouts. “Fine! Fine!” She finally caved, waving them off knowing she’d never get the end of it if she had not let them go. Plus, what could it hurt? There was always tomorrow for Azalea to finish her lesson!

 With that notion passed, the two friends quickly hustled out out of Yolanda’s home, and out into the bright sunlight. It was a welcome sensation feeling the sun warm their tanned skins.

 “Where do you want to go for lunch?” Saffron inquired, as they walked down the bank that lead into the heart of the town. This hobbit with her striking brown hair, had beautiful blue eyes… yet, despite this, she was unable to catch a suitor… or even garnier attention. Azalea suspected it might be because they were inseparable for the most part.

 “How about we hit Thornburrow’s pub?” She offered to Saffron, thinking perhaps this pub might be a good place. Thornburrow’s was known for it’s porkpies, the best in the entire Shire! Not to mention one could get a side of biscuits doused liberally with Raspberry jam, or jam of one’s choice.

 Saffron seemed to ponder over this for a moment, before nodding. “I could definitely go for some roasted chicken with some cheese, oh and an apple tart too!” She remarked wholeheartedly, almost salivating at the thought of the delicious food that awaited them!

 The walk to the beloved pub was short, but lively with talk of this evening, and their hopes for what it held. They were seated, at a booth by the window much to Azalea’s joy, and were waited on promptly.

 Their afternoon was uneventful. The girls bonded over a feast of a lunch, savoring each and every carefully prepared bite. When they finished the main dishes, they took a small break to let the food settle before a dessert of apple tarts were brought out. With dollops of fresh cream, either girl felt as if they had dined like a princess.

 With full bellies, and hearts full of joy, they started the trek back to Azalea’s home. Azalea’s home was settled a bit… out of the way, as her Grandfather had liked his privacy after he returned to the Shire from his adventures. It was from him her father had inherited this handsome little hole.

 The home was nestled into the side of the hill facing away from town, and with that, had a spectacular view of the valley. Heading inside, they were greeted with the warmth and coziness her mama had crafted for them with the way she had decorated.

 “Welcome home Azalea, and Hullo, Saffron… how long has it been since we seen each other?” Azalea’s father, Tassilo, asked, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “Oh, I do believe it was yesterday!”

 “Well, Mr. Took!” Saffron remarked with a bubbly laugh, her cheeks reddening at the teasing Azalea’s father was known for. “I can hardly say that should be a surprise, your daughter DOES kidnap me regularly!” She chimed, only to be playfully nudged in the ribs by her “captor”. “Haha, I mean she IS my best friend, you know?”

 “Oh I know, Little Saffron, it has been this way since you were both in diapers… both of you getting into trouble.” Tassilo laughed shaking his head at the memory of these two bright, spritely ladies as the toddlers they had once been. “I assume you two will participate in tonight’s follies?”

 “Ohh yes Papa, you know I love to go, I try to never miss it… the music simply calls me.” Azalea remarked, a dreamy expression settling on her fair features. “Play in the band or be on the square dancing… you know it always calls me.”

 A soft giggle could be heard when Azalea admitted this almost wistfully. “You know, it almost sounds like you are being courted by the music!” She teased her friend, as she grabbed her by the hand and tugged her back to her room.

 Azalea’s room was spacious, tidy, and clean. While Azalea did like some spontaneity, she didn’t like it when it came to the organization of her room- or… house. That was one thing she was indeed good at, keeping house. Then again, her mother had trained her since she was a youngun, to make for a good housewife! Ohhh the skills in gardening, knowledge of washing clothes and crafting them, the patience to keep house, and budding skills in cooking!

 Yet, her mama never taught her how to dance.. That seemed to come naturally, along with her love of music!

 “I was thinking perhaps something purple for me, and pink for you?” Saffron mused as she wandered over to her friend’s wardrobe. Truth be told, she had already picked out her own outfit, she just liked “dressing” her friend.

 “You know I love pink… but don’t you think it might be too flashy?” Azalea inquired as she joined her friend, pulling out a vibrant yellow dress, admiring the daisy embroidery on it.

 “Heaven’s no! Everyone else will be wearing yellows and greens, what is wrong with standing out?!” Saffron scoffed, tsking her friend as she pulled out a lovely soft pink dress. The dress was made of a soft, lightweight summer fabric, and had been embroidered with a simple and pretty design. “I think this, with a necklace and maybe some hair ribbons would be beautiful…”

 Letting go of the yellow dress, Azalea turned to see the dress her friend had picked… She had to admit, it was lovely, and one of her favorites out of her entire wardrobe.

 “How can I say no?” She gushed, taking the dress from Saffron and laying it out over her bed. She gently smoothed the beautiful fabric out, taking a moment to admire the beautiful embroidery work done on it. It was a feast for the eyes, she felt, and a wonderful to feel each and every little stitch under her fingertips.

 “Sooo, what are you two ladies doing?” A male voice boomed from the doorway, catching both of the girl’s attention, clearly startled!

 “Ohh… Kal, it’s just you.” Saffron remarked with a sigh of relief, clearly at ease seeing it was their lissome friend, the final member to this trio. He was a handsome fellow, this Kalimac Sandheaver, with hair the color of night, and dark green eyes.

   “Perhaps, but it is your pal, who has a date, and what about you ladies?” Kal teased, a wicked grin curling upon his lips, forcing his cherubic like cheeks to rise. “Or… are my two comrades going together this time?”

 “Sort of… yes?” Azalea laughed, running forth to greet him with a hug, while Saffron armed herself with a pillow. “Yes, we’re going together… but not

… Though I am starting to think I might need to play matchmaker for Silly-Saffy!” Azalea laughed, turning just in time to dodge a pillow.

 “Well, what about you, huh? I don’t see you with anyone on your arm!” Saffron huffed, clearly embarrassed by the fact she hadn’t a suitor yet. “Or are hobbits just not your fancy..?”

 The young, blonde hobbit girl was caught off guard by this question. “Well… I guess that’s because I dream of someone… And, I’m kind of waiting for them to come.” Azalea remarked scratching her head, realizing how silly that sounded.

 Kal raised a brow hearing his friend’s odd predicament. “You’re going to wait on a dream?”

 Blushing, Azalea looked between her two friends and the incredulous looks on their faces. “Yes… I’ve dreamt about them several times… no one else will do but her.” She whispered, looking down to her hair tufted feet, feeling a bit hurt by the way they looked at her.

 Sad thing was… this woman in her dreams, she had never gotten to see her face, hear her voice… but the way she held her, touched her, it spoke volumes… and this was what she was going to wait for. “This is what I want to do, and I just can’t settle for anyone else… it wouldn’t be fair to them!”

 “I get it girl, we just worry about you…” Saffron remarked moving to hug their pained friend, still a bit alarmed that she was in love with a dream. “Just… don’t wait around forever okay?”

 Azalea pulled away from Saffron, shaking her head. “You just don’t know… you don’t understand.. But it’s okay, let’s just get ready for tonight?” She offered with a smile, wanting to change the topic.

 “Ohhh yes, here we are sitting like a bunch of hens!” Saffron gasped, getting up to quickly push Kal out. “We’ll see you later, Kal!” She ushered as she shut the door behind him.

 Now with their male friend gone, Azalea bid goodbye to Saffron whom rushed home to get ready herself. Now alone, with only her own heavy thoughts, and the memories of her dreams to keep her company as she dressed.

 She came to stand in front of her mirror, seeing her reflection standing there in that pink dress, a slight bit of makeup applied, just enough to accent her natural beauty. She quickly fixed her hair, putting in some pink ribbons, before looking herself over once more before deciding this was good enough.

 Stepping back, she looked to her window letting out a soft sigh. “I know you are out there… Please come for me soon.” She pleaded softly, before she turned and left her room, heading into the night.

 Drawing her cloak around her tiny frame tighter, she looked up to the sky, watching the millions of stars twinkling brightly with promise. “I’m counting on you.” She whispered softly as she began the journey into the town square.

 Walking alone with only the light of the lamps, she found her mind moving from her melancholy thoughts and to tonight, and the possible fun she might have with Saffron, losing herself to the music. Hustling along, she finally came to the town square, hearing the music wafting lively through the air.

 A smile broke across her face seeing the town lit up warmly by candle light. Hobbits of all ages were out tonight, dancing as if tonight was some significant holiday, and not just another weekend day. It was a welcoming sight, to see all the people she knew here, escaping the average hustle and bustle of their everyday life, and enjoying  a night of partying.

 “Azalea!” A voice giggled loudly from the crowd, and from amidst the throng of the dancers, Saffron appeared, grabbing her friend’s hands. “C’mon! Let’s go dance!!” How could Azalea say no to that?

 Following her friend’s lead, she melded in with the crowd, letting the music take her, fill her with it’s joy. She moved, her feet light as the clouds that dotted the night sky, the very picture of exuberance. The small hobbit was in her natural element. In joy.

 The next few hours she enjoyed to the fullest, dancing until she was worn and tired. She eventually joined Saffron on the sidelines who had tired before her. They sat and watched Kal, dancing to a slow song with his date, a lovely little hobbit girl whom he had just started courting.

 “They really make a cute couple don’t they?” Saffron broke the silence, her tone wistful, clearly wishing for what they had. “One day we’ll have someone sweet on us too, won’t we Azalea?”

 Azalea had gazed up to the stars once more, lost in thought. Somewhere, her person was under this same sky, perhaps looking to the sky too. “Yes, we will, it’s just a matter of time, I promise.”

 Laughing, Saffron hugged her friend. “We should head home.. It’s time for lover’s now.” She whispered, to which the blonde hobbit agreed.

 Standing up, the two bid Kal, and others goodnight before they set off for home. For a while the two walked together, talking quietly about their hopes for their destined suitors.

 “Good night Azzie, I’ll see soon.” Saffron bid her goodnight before she turned onto the lane that lead to her home. Waving goodbye, Azalea watched her friend walk off until she was just a shadow among many before she continued on her own way.

 The walk home left her to her thoughts, which kept her company even to the point she changed into a nightgown in the safety of her own room. Walking to her window, she finally shut the pane, casting one last longing glance in it’s direction before she crawled into bed.

 As soon as her head hit her pillow, slumber embraced her, luring her to a long night of dreams. In the realm of her dreams, she finally found her lover once more, being engulfed into their arms, held tightly to her body as if she was fragile and a delicate treasure…

 The hobbit’s body visibly relaxed. Even if this was how she had to have her for the moment, she would be grateful for this much… It was only until she met her in person. She knew it would be one day soon… Very soon.