#live bodypainting

[yellowmanula]

Short story about how I became a piece of art :) model: Olga Rembielińska

#Olga Rembielińska #modelka #female model #female art #female nude #female body #body paint #bodypainting #body painting women #bodyart #makeup #artist #art #bodypaint #viralmakeup #contemporaryart #living canvas #livingcanvas

[satomikazunori]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-BJigj6AtwU

Design Festa vol.56 LivePaint&BodyPaint

#ライブペインティング #art #現代アート #現代美術 #絵画 #acrylic #芸術 #創作 #kawaii #ライブドローイング #ライブペイント #livepainting #body paiting #Live paint #bodypaint #デザフェス #デザインフェスタ #Youtube

[samantabrzozowska]

Me and my colorful painted legs artworks

#me #myself #my photos #my portraits #the art of me #my artworks #my art blog #my paintings #my body art #my bodypainting #my legs #my body #my room life #my room vibes #my way of living #artist #art lover #dreamer #eternal child #child of paradise #wild child #hippie girl #rainbow goddess #god's girl #hippie lifestyle #create paradise #paradise girl #exotic beauty #childhood dreams #never grow up

[malepaint]

Human statue

#bodypaint #bodypainting #bodypaintedmale #malebodypaint #facepainting #human statue #living statue

[narnian-neverlander]

In Whatever Way [Adam Warlock x GN!Reader]

Plot Summary: When he unknowingly tests your patience, you snap at Adam and say something you immediately regret.

Word Count: 5,1k

Warnings: Guardians 3 spoilers, talk about canon typical violence, cursing, slight injury & mention of blood, bit of angst, hurt & comfort, idiots in love, author being a sucker for the ‘oh. oh.’ moment of realization trope

A/N: Kind of a follow up to this one, but can absolutely be read as a stand alone

I have exactly one complaint and that’s Adam not having Will’s freckles (for obvious bodypaint reasons), so I went ahead and fixed that 💁

If someone had told you a year ago that a Sovereign would become your favorite person in the galaxy, you would’ve laughed in their face and then put a bullet in between their eyes for good measure. But life’s got a twisted sense of humor sometimes.

That first night after the defeat of the High Evolutionary, it’d been way too messy and hectic to find Adam a place of his own, so you’d dropped him off at your tiny apartment, very specifically told him to stay put and to not touch anything, and then headed out again in search of food and some clothes. You’d found those, but alongside them, you’d also found the furry F’Saki Adam had basically adopted. He’d looked about as lost as his owner, so you’d tucked the little guy under your arm and had taken him with you. Arriving back at your home, you’d discovered Adam curled up on your bed, fast asleep. The F’Saki had immediately scurried out from your grasp, made himself comfortable at Adam’s legs and had started snoring almost right after. You’d stood in the middle of your room, still in your dirty, torn uniform and bone tired, a young Sovereign and his pet passed out on your bed and had actually stopped to wonder how on earth your life had gotten to that point.

Not seeing a reason for staying any longer, you’d decided you might as well go out and get blissfully blackout drunk with your friends. Leaving a note with the change of clothes and food, you’d turned towards the entrance to find Nebula standing in your doorway. She’d scanned the situation she’d walked in on very carefully and then had simply raised slender, judgmental brows at you. You’d shooed her out, gently closing the door behind you, and had reminded her that ‘Adopting strays that’ve tried to kill us is kinda our thing; didn’t think I’d need to tell you of all people.’

Ever since that night, Adam had been virtually glued to your side. It’d been a bit strange and uncomfortable at first; you weren’t used to always having company, much less that of a Sovereign. There’d most definitely been an adjustment period with quite a few mishaps, one of which had ended with him in the med-bay with a bloody nose after he’d scared the ever living daylights out of you while you’d been testing the upgrades Rocket had made to your gauntlets - you’d apologized profusely for the rest of that day. Over time though, it had become apparent that he meant you no harm, nor did he have any ill will, he simply wished to repay the kindness you’d shown him when he’d felt he had no one looking out for him anymore.

And despite the fact that his golden skin and hair, his engineered-to-be-perfect face and body and his manner of speaking reminded you of his heritage everyday, you’d found it increasingly easy to ignore the fact that he was part of the species responsible for so much pain in your life. Of course, it wouldn’t be fair to hold him accountable for actions committed by his people long before he was even born. But it wasn’t just that, Adam was simply… different from the rest of the Sovereign. He might’ve been created to be perfect, but he was far from it: He was only just understanding his own limits, landing him in situations that had him in over his head more often than not. He could be arrogant and quick to anger over the smallest details. He only liked learning things if they came to him easy, but grumpily and quickly dropped the ones that didn’t. But there was always an underlying innocent curiosity and kindness in his actions; in the way he’d so effortlessly bonded with the rescued animals he was now taking care of. In the way he always immediately offered assistance, no matter how menial the task. In the way he’d taken such an interest in any and all earth things, simply because they held special meaning to you. In the few months since he’d come into your life, he’d captivated you so completely, had gotten you to care for him so deeply and truly, it even shocked yourself at times still. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

There is however still one topic of conversation that never seems to get easier and that’s his late mother, Ayesha. High priestess and figurehead of the crusade against your kind; all because of shapeshifting abilities you never even asked for. You’re very well aware of the fact that, before he became a part of the Guardians, she was the only family Adam had. That he’d cared for her very much, he still does, it’s obvious in the way he talks about her. And usually you let him talk, for his sake; to let him grieve by sharing stories about the loved one he lost. But today’s been exhausting, to say the least. You’ve been up since the crack of dawn and nothing seems to work out the way it’s supposed to. At the moment, you’re down somewhere in the bowels of Knowhere, courtesy of a broken filtration system. And since your resident genius raccoon mechanic is off world with Groot and you aren’t half bad with machines, the honor of trying to fix it had gone to you. You’d been down there for hours now, though, and aren’t making any real progress. Adam had joined you a little while back, and while you usually welcome his company, he’s picked a particularly bad day to select his mother as a topic of conversation. Your nerves are frayed, your patience running thin, but you hold your tongue, choosing to only answer in occasional hums of acknowledgement to confirm that you’re listening. That works out just fine right up until the moment he says “You remind of her, actually.”

The wrench you’re currently using almost slips from your sweaty palms as you bristle and hiss “Don’t ever say that again.” His answer is immediate and while you’re not looking at him, you can hear the genuine confusion in his voice. “Why not? It’s the truth.” The more rational part of you knows he means it as a compliment - but that part seems to have taken the day off. You swallow the rising bile in your throat before you reply with “I am nothing like that vile woman. Don’t compare me to her again, do you understand?” You’ve quite obviously hit a nerve, as you hear him rise from his seated position on some debris and when he speaks again the confusion in his voice has given way to anger. “My mother was not vile, take that back!”

You mumble “Maybe not to you…” more to yourself than anything else as you busy yourself with the repairs, absolutely not in the mood for this conversation, but he hears anyways. “I don’t care what you might think of her; she loved me!” A bark of laughter escapes you before you can stop it, bitter and cruel. “Please, maybe she loved what you were supposed to be; the ultimate weapon, the next step in their precious perfect evolution, but you failed that spectacularly. And even that’s pushing it!” The bolt you’ve been trying to loosen seems to have gotten stuck even worse as you aggressively throw your whole weight down on the wrench’s handle, any and all social courtesies you’ve kept up around Adam in regards to this particular topic going right out the window. “But don’t take that personally; Sovereign just aren’t capable of love, it’s as simple as - FUCK!!” The bolt finally gives way, sending you face first into one of the pipes of the machinery. Pulling back with a pained hiss, you bring a hand to your throbbing forehead and let out a few more curses when it comes away bloody.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Two deep, slow breaths it takes for you to calm down. It takes two more for realization to hit and the regret that comes with it threatens to choke you on the spot. Adam’s gone deathly quiet and you’d honestly prefer if he lost his temper with you; that you could handle at least. You’re terrified of what you’ll find when you turn around, so you do so slowly and immediately wish you hadn’t at all.

Adam’s an awful liar; he wears his heart on his sleeve and his emotions always plain on his face for everyone to read. And right now? Even on that first night, when he’d been injured, scared and all alone, you don’t think he’d looked so completely and utterly heartbroken. His name has barely left your lips in a desperate plea when he turns and takes off, the golden glow of his powers vanishing around a corner and completely out of sight not a second later. There’s no point in going after him right now, you know that, he’s stubborn, especially when he’s upset - not that that helps you feel better about yourself in any capacity; you well and truly want to throw yourself out of the nearest airlock. With a heavy sigh, you pick up the discarded wrench from the floor, deciding to give the young Sovereign some space and quickly, haphazardly finish with your work instead.

By the time you leave the med-bay, a bandaid now covering the wound on your forehead, it’s been a good hour or two, so you make your way to Adam’s apartment, hesitantly knocking on the door. When there’s no answer, you peek through one of the small windows, but the room is empty except for Blurp curled up on the bed, snoring contently. You check the cantina next, then the complex where the animals had been set up. You check in with Kraglin and Cosmo, Drax and Phyla, and basically any residents of Knowhere that you come across - no one has seen the golden man since he went off to help you. Your search eventually brings you to the spaceport, where you find the Bowie freshly docked, Groot carrying crates down the loading ramp, Rocket on his shoulders. Considering you were running out of places to check that were actually on Knowhere and Adam didn’t need oxygen like the rest of you, you figure you might as well ask if they’d seen him somewhere in the general vicinity of the giant head while coming back.

“Rocket, have you seen Adam?” the question’s out of your mouth before you’ve even properly reached them and your furry friend doesn’t bother to look up from the data pad he’s studying as he scoffs “Nice to see you, too, (y/n). Yeah, me and Groot are fine, mission went great, thanks for asking; always touching to come home to such a warm welcome.” Mumbling out an apology you only half mean, you cross your arms over your chest and look at him expectantly. When he realizes you’re not gonna go away, he hooks the pad to his belt with a groan and looks at you, one elbow propped up against Groot’s head. “How the flarg would I know? Goldie’s attached to your hip, not mine.” You don’t wanna have to get into details right now, so you settle for “Usually, sure. But I messed up, he ran off and now I can’t find him.” Rocket snorts, clearly not buying it. “The guy looks at you like you hung the friggin’ stars in the sky, what could you of all people have possibly done to piss him off that bad?” Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, you avoid eye contact with him and busy yourself with a loose thread on your shirt instead. Details it is after all. “I… might’ve insulted his mother and told him I don’t believe Sovereign are capable of love.” The quiet lasts for all of half a second before Rocket starts cackling so hard, he goes tumbling off of Groot’s shoulders and ends up on the ground; clutching his stomach he’s almost howling in laughter and it makes heat shoot up to your face in both embarrassment and anger as you stomp your foot like a child throwing a tantrum. “Rocket this isn’t funny!!”

The raccoon struggles to his feet, one paw still on his knee as the other wipes at his eyes. “You’re right; it’s not. It’s hysterical! I mean… if that’s how you talk to a guy you’re actually into, I’d hate to see how you treat the ones you don’t like.” Brows furrowing in bewilderment, the complete change of topic makes you fumble for a moment as you ask “What… what the hell is that supposed to mean?” All traces of amusement vanish from Rocket’s face, jaw going slack as he stares at you and realizes you’re serious. He lets out a low whistle before he states “Wow. And here I thought the golden boy was clueless. At least he’s got some excuse, he ain’t been around the galaxy for all that long, but you? You can’t be for real.” You’re very quickly growing very tired of this conversation, so with a huff, you throw your hands up in exasperation. “Rocket, are you gonna stand here and give me riddles for the rest of the day or are you gonna help me?” Said help comes from the tree that’s been busy unloading the ship up until now. “I am Groot.” Your head snaps towards your teammate at the insinuation. “What tracker?” Now it’s Rocket’s turn to look embarrassed, a disappointed sigh and a long, drawn out version of his name leaving your lips. “I thought we talked about this ages ago; you can’t go putting trackers on people without their consent!” He doesn’t seem all that bothered by your outburst as he mocks “Oh boo hoo, y’all constantly whine about that right up until the moment it benefits you - like right now!” But he goes digging through one of the pockets on his belt anyway and holds out the small device he finds to you. Your anger more or less evaporates as you are yet again reminded that Rocket does care, in his own way. You kneel down to his level, take the tracker and give him a hug as you thank him - and just for good measure, press a long, disgusting kiss to his furry cheek as payback for laughing at your predicament. He scrambles out of your hold in obvious discomfort, gagging noises accompanying you as you take your leave, but as usual, he needs to have the last word, shouting “Save the smooches for Goldilocks!!” at your retreating figure.

Not even ten minutes later, you’re looking up at one of the tallest buildings in Knowhere. It’s an old, dilapidated communications tower that is long overdue for demolition; it’s all rusted metal and broken off, jagged edges, entirely impossible to climb without flight capabilities. Out of options, you helplessly check the tracker once more just to make sure that, yes, unfortunately he’s really up there, Rocket’s tech could be trusted on that and squinting up at the top you’re almost sure you see a glimmer of gold. You pocket the device with a shaky inhale and cup your hands around your mouth. “Adam!” you shout, even though you don’t really need to; he’s got enhanced senses, you’re certain he’d be able to hear you even if you whispered. “Adam, I know you’re up there, can you please come down?” Five seconds pass. Then ten. Then thirty. Nothing. “Listen, I know I messed up and I know you’re upset, but this isn’t gonna just go away, we need to talk about it!” A full minute of silence passes this time, dread and anxiety weighing down your shoulders more and more with each second that ticks by. When you speak again, you’re worried about your voice breaking, so it does come out as a whisper this time. “Adam, please. At least give me a chance to fix this.” Head hung low, you run both hands through your hair and over your face with an annoyed groan, upset with both his stubbornness and with yourself for having caused this mess in the first place. Thinking your attempt at a conciliation lost, you turn to leave and almost fall flat on your ass in shock when you find Adam standing there, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at you. “I do not wish to speak with you.”

“And you don’t have to, you just… have to listen for a moment, alright?” It takes him a few long, agonizing seconds to begrudgingly nod and you let out a relieved breath. Despite the hours you’d just spent searching for him, carefully laying out what you wanted to say, you’re drawing a blank at this very moment, but you try anyways. “Okay, look… I’m sorry about what I said earlier, I truly am.” When he scoffs in disbelief you reach for his hand, only to have him pull away, making your heart sink. Ever since he’d started experiencing things for himself and figuring out his likes and dislikes, it’d become clear quite quickly that Adam enjoyed physical affection, especially when you were the one to initiate it. He’d never turned it down - until now. How badly had you messed up?

“I mean that, Adam. It’s just that… I know Ayesha was your family and you miss her, but the person you knew her to be and the person I knew her to be are… quite contrasting. And I honestly don’t think there’s a way for me to reconcile both views with each other. I’ve let you talk about her because it seemed to make you happy, but you have to understand that it’s hard for me to hear praises about a person who was directly responsible for so much suffering and pain in my life. However, I also know that my experiences and rage… blind me, to a certain degree; lumping together all Sovereign isn’t fair, cause everybody’s their own person and can make their own choices, you’ve proven that.”

You can see the gears turning in his head, but he stays quiet and avoids looking at you all the same. You swallow hard around the lump that’s formed in your throat before you continue speaking. “Be that as it may, I also want you to know that you don’t have to accept my apology if you don’t want to.” His eyes are on you in a second and the hopeful tone in his voice when he says ‘I don’t?’ threatens to split your heart in two. “No, you don’t. I’m apologizing because it’s the right thing to do and because I feel absolutely awful about having hurt someone I care so much about. But if you feel that I’ve crossed a line, then…” Clearing your throat to keep your voice from breaking, you feel tears burning behind your eyes. “Then you’re under no obligation to accept it for my sake and I’ll have to live with that. I’ll give you some time to think about it.” Brushing past him, calls of your name fall on deaf ears as you leave, considering that’s just about all the emotional toll you’ll be able to take today.

A pillow tightly clutched to your chest, you’re curled up in bed not much later, tears still fresh on your cheeks. Honestly, you’re not sure why exactly you’re even crying. Because you’re sad at the prospect of having lost a friend? Because, despite of what you said, you wish he’d been less stubborn and just accepted your apology? Because you’re frustrated with yourself over how close you’d allowed the two of you to grow in the first place? It really doesn’t make sense to you. It had taken years for the rest of the Guardians to chip away at the walls you’d built around yourself so that they could squeeze inside, but Adam? A few months was all it had taken for him to get under your skin. For you to look forward to spending time with him everyday. For his laugh to become your favorite sound. For —

Your train of thought gets stopped dead in it’s tracks by a soft knock on your door, immediately followed by the scratching of tiny claws and an all too familiar whine. Wiping your palms over your eyes to get rid of the rest of the wetness staining your face, you scramble out of bed and make your way towards the entrance of your apartment. As expected, you find Adam and Blurp on the other side, the F’Saki slipping inside like he owns the place as soon as he’s able. He makes himself comfortable on the foot of your bed and looks at both of you expectantly, all bright eyes and perked ears. A setup like this normally means movie night, a little tradition you’d started to help Adam get a hold on as many customs as possible while still having fun and not actually throwing him into social interactions that would make everybody involved uncomfortable. For all intents and purposes, with the dim lighting in your room, the messy bed and Adam on your doorstep in his usual sleeping getup of sweatpants and a tank top, it does look like that’s what’s about to happen, you can’t blame the little guy for misinterpreting. Dragging your gaze back to the golden man at your doorstep, you’re surprised to find he doesn’t look half as exhausted as you feel. Matter of fact, this is the calmest and most determined you’ve seen him all day.

“May I come in?” You step aside to let him, gently closing the door behind you both with a quiet click. “I’ve thought about what you told me earlier and I think I’ve come to a conclusion on what I must do.” Dreading what comes out of his mouth next, you can’t seem to muster up the strength to look at him and keep your eyes downcast, only for his hands to enter your field of view and grab hold of your own. “I need to apologize to you.” Your head snaps up to find that he’s completely serious and barely manage to stutter out an incredibly intelligent ‘Huh?’

Adam lightly squeezes your hands when he continues. “Up until you pointed it out, it never occurred to me how the topic of my mother, my people might make you feel. Unintentional or not, my actions hurt someone I care about and I don’t like how it makes me feel. Apologizing is what I should do in that case, correct?” You wrangle with yourself for a second, but then squeeze back gratefully. “Yes, that’s right, and I’m thankful that’s the conclusion you came to, but… Adam, you couldn’t have known. I never said anything about it, instead I let my negative emotions fester and grow until I couldn’t take it anymore and it all came out in the worst way possible. If anything, we’re both a little to blame for this.” Pausing to take a deep breath, you continue with the question you really want answered, even though you’ve got a pretty good idea already. “So… does that mean we’re okay? You’re not upset with me and want me out of your life?” You watch his eyes grow wide in shock and his hands move up to your shoulders to settle there with a firm grip. “Is that what you were afraid of? Why you’ve been crying?” Shrugging as best as you can, you mumble “Kind of? You seemed so angry with me, I just thought I’d crossed a line there was no coming back from and it made me sad, so—“ The sentence stays unfinished as Adam envelops you in a bone crushing hug, even lifting you off the ground a little.

“(y/n), you’re the best thing that’s happened to me since I came into this world and I don’t even want to think about what my life would be like without you in it.” he says, face buried in the crook of your neck and you’re glad for it as you feel heat rising all the way to the top of your ears. Hugging him back just as tight, you reply “I don’t want to think about my life without you in it anymore, either.” Content just being in each other’s arms, you stay like that for a bit, until he breaks the comfortable silence with a quiet call of your name as he carefully puts you back on your feet, to which you respond with a hum of acknowledgment. “Do you really think me incapable of love?” And just like that, the feeling of wanting to throw yourself out an airlock returns; frantically stringing together the word ‘No!’ about ten times as you pull back to properly look at him. “No, of course I don’t, that was just… When people are angry, they’ll sometimes say and do things they don’t actually mean. But I swear I don’t think that about you, how could I? You’re proving the opposite every day.”

“I am?” he questions, brows furrowed, confusion and doubt clear as day and you can’t help but laugh softly as you go to cup his handsome face between your palms. “Oh my sweet Adam, do you really not see it?” Bringing his own hands to lightly hold your wrists, he sighs. “I wasn’t created to love. I was created to kill. To destroy. To bring pain and misery. So when you said that, I was… I am scared you might be right.” Gently running your thumbs over his cheeks, you simply look at your golden boy for a mere moment. The last rays of the artificial sunlight filtering in through your blinds cast him in a beautiful glow; eyes warm like honey, skin glittering like stars and the pattern of slightly darker golden, coppery spots over his nose and cheeks, an imperfection akin to freckles you’re still surprised they let him keep, all the more prominent. Of course he’s capable of love, he has to be. Surely, you wouldn’t fall for someone who wouldn’t be able to—

Oh.

Oh.

So that’s what that prick of a raccoon had been talking about. With the benefit of hindsight, it honestly baffles you it had taken this long for the other shoe to drop. Adam calling your name is what kicks your brain back into functioning after that epiphany; you blink and shake your head a little before responding. “Sorry, I was just… never mind. Do you… do you really not see how your everyday actions show love?” His eyes flick between yours as he considers your words and then settles on “I’m… not entirely certain what love is supposed to look or feel like.”

“Oh dear, uhm…” you’re unsure if you’ll be able to explain that to him properly, but you’ll be damned if you don’t at least try. “Well… there’s many different forms of love. All similar, but slightly different in some ways. But overall it’s… to deeply care for another being, I guess? When being with them brings you joy? When you want to see them safe and happy? And even though you might wish for that happiness to be with you, it’ll be fine if it’s not cause they matter more to you than yourself.” Your hands have wandered to the base of his neck, fingers buried in the short hair as he cocks his head to the side in thought. “Like you and the rest of the Guardians let Peter Quill and Mantis go on their own paths even though it made you sad to see them go?” Grinning, you nod in confirmation. “Exactly. And the way you took it upon yourself to take care of the animals we saved? The way you adopted Blurp, in spite of what your mother wanted, cause you felt he was sad and lonely? How you went out of your way to make sure I felt comfortable around you? All of that means you care. All of that are ways of showing love.” It’s obvious he’s trying real hard to comprehend everything you’ve just explained to him, but it a lot, so you continue with “Love is one of the most simple and basic emotions in most beings. But navigating it and differentiating between it’s different forms can be difficult - for everyone. There’s no rush though, you can take all the time in the world to figure it all out for yourself. I promise you have nothing to worry about, you’re perfectly fine, okay?”

Adam brings one of his hands from your waist up to cup your cheek and smiles when you lean into his touch. This is what he’d been trying to tell you earlier, when he’d compared you to his mother: He trusts you completely, your judgement, too. You make him feel at peace like no one else in the universe. “Okay.” he replies and you return his smile, just barely containing the urge to pepper kisses over his pretty face and -

Yeah you’re gonna have to deal with this particular mess of emotions sooner rather than later.

The tender moment gets interrupted by Blurp whining at you two, impatiently hopping from one paw to another on the foot of your bed. “It would appear Blurp insists on a movie night. If you feel like it?” you chuckle and Adam happily agrees. So you set up everything as usual and settle on a lighthearted family comedy to watch. But the day’s been long, exhausting and emotionally draining; try as you might your eyes keep drifting shut and you’re out cold ten minutes into the movie.

The golden man jumps a bit when there’s a slight thump against his shoulder, only to find you fast asleep. His focus now on you instead of the movie, tender fingers ghosting over the bandaid on your forehead in concern, he thinks about what you’ve just told him. About what love was supposed to feel like and it dawns on him that yes, the warmth that spreads through his chest all the way down to his feet when you do as little as smile at him must be love. And yet when he’s with you it’s… different from what it felt like to be with his mother or to be with Blurp or the rest of the Guardians. It irks him to not be able to properly discern what makes you special; you’d said there were different forms of love, but how was he supposed to understand the difference?

As you curl into his side more, one arm coming across his chest to hug him and his name subconsciously falling from your lips in a barely audible, sleepy mumble, he realizes it doesn’t matter, nor does he really care, at least not right this moment. For now, it’s enough for him to be certain of the fact that he loves you and you love him - in whatever way.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x you #gn reader #adam warlock #gotg vol 3 #adam warlock fluff #idiots in love #angst #hurt/comfort #guardians of the galaxy #mcu #will poulter #my writing

[maxwell-grant]

Thoughts on the master of fear, Scarecrow? Also, fave design, he has so many good ones (second BTAS, his trading card one, mistress of fear, Gaslight,, fear for sale, the Arkham Games etc)?

Hey so, do any of you remember Batman Live? It was this really fun, extravagant stage show that touched on a lot of Batman hallmarks and was generally a really fun time as far as I recall. I went to the São Paulo premiere with my family, and I was a little too young to really recall most of it now, but some things I definitely remember like the huge Joker hot air balloon made of performers in bodypaint, or the comedy sequences in the Iceberg Lounge. The one thing that stuck with me the most was when the Scarecrow showed up. Batman goes to Arkham Asylum and the entire comedy camp tone drops dead, as he walks in and finds all these bodies in straightjackets hanging from chains, and the doors open as The Scarecrow walks towards him in stilts, summoning loud smoke eruptions that are poisoning and weakening Batman as he leers over him. That part actually did scare me as a kid, and it was probably the first time I had any kind of feelings on Scarecrow imprinted in me.

I was introduced to The Scarecrow as this uniquely horrifying villain who could terrify through presentation alone. I didn't particularly understand what the fear gas was, I was too taken with that ungainly thing up there with the stilts and all those people turned into cadaverous decorations, lurking from the endless halls of the asylum, who towered over everyone and placed Batman into a writhing breakdown with a few gestures, and never appeared again until the cast roll, completely absent from the rogues gatherings after. Granted, of course that's because the stilts prevented him from joining the fight scenes, but that helped to reinforce his mystery. He wasn't someone Batman was going to punch back, no no, the Scarecrow simply vanished as soon as he was done with disarming Batman, and you'd just have to pray for that unfathomable creep to never show up again.

And I'd say this might be part of why I've never been too big on the fear gas, in part because I was first enraptured by a version of The Scarecrow who clearly didn't need it that much, or at least, could do much more besides it. The Scarecrow is, I'd say actually one of my top 10 DC characters, half of that on the basis of his designs, but he's a character who tends to really, really struggle under a lack of cohesion and being subordinate to his gimmick, much more so than the other rogues. The fear gas is a good gimmick, but it is just that, a gimmick, and one that's usually reliant on how far can the story push the horror and the visuals to at least make it effectively scary for us, otherwise it gets incredibly boring very fast, and it's not even a gimmick exclusive to him since so many other characters have similar mind control/illusion abilities/gadgetry at hand (and to say nothing of Hugo Strange, who first used fear gas and who quite frankly kicks the Scarecrow's ass in terms of quality storylines, although Hugo does that to most of the other Batman villains too)

The Scarecrow has become the go-to character for hallucination sequences / revisiting character traumas, which frequently makes him less of a character and more so a convenient plot device, a problem heightened by the larger issue here that is his inconsistent motivation, or lack thereof. He lacks the kind of "breakout" stories that his fellow major Batman villains have had that usually cement an ongoing characterization, and his most famous/celebrated appearences in mass media don't really do much to combat the assertion that he is shallow and weak and whose only asset is the gas (namely, his boss fights in Arkham Asylum, which are all about the fear gas hallucination scares, and his role in Nolan's Batman, which is very fun, but also purposefully plays him up for ridicule and lack of depth next to the other villains)

These days, the Scarecrow is a tedious pip-squeak. His schemes lack verve, his cruelties stir little in the way of frissons. Haunted by cliché to an even greater extent than the other rogues, he’s often brought low with a single sock to the jaw delivered by Batman, or by finding himself on the receiving end of his own fear-inducing concoctions. He often acts as a pawn in the hands of bigger, badder third parties. He’s ostensibly a stand-in for the figure of the reductive, smug and hypocritical psychologist, nicely bundled up for the audience to humiliate in effigy - TheMindlessOnes's rogue review for Scarecrow

In "Nothing to Fear" it is explained that Jonathan Crane has always had this "thing" for scaring people. (Just as Snidely Whiplash had his "thing" for tying women to railroad tracks, I suppose.) But this is a wan kind of motive. One senses sadly that the real motive for the Scarecrow's behavior lies in the writer's need for someone to do something reprehensible. At the root of the matter may be a difficulty in sorting out the Scarecrow's ends from his means, with a consequent confusion between the goals the Scarecrow intends to reach and the tactics he employs in reaching them.

As a psychologist specializing in phobic disorders, Crane knows how to induce fear and trembling in his victims. But this tells us nothing about what the Scarecrow wants to accomplish. And without a sense or statement of what those goals are, the writer will be tempted to substitute means for end and make the Scarecrow's goal simply the scaring of people. Usually his actions are woefully underexplained - Dreams in Darkness' review by Toonzone

You might think that I'd be advocating for the Scarecrow, then, to disregard a need for a motivation and become as unknowable and horrific as possible, to recapture the awe I felt at his Batman Live self, but no, not at all. For one, I don't think the best version of anything is necessarily the one that made the most impact on me as a kid. Two, there have been some attempts over the years to remove Scarecrow from the toxin or seriously amp him up as a threat, and frankly, most of those have only made the character dramatically worse and more boring (I don't remember the name, but there was a Batman story a while ago where he goes on a big scary killing spree with no toxin just to prove he can and it was fucking terrible). Three, and the big one here, is that this pretty much forces you to get rid of Dr. Jonathan Crane, and I think that does a disservice to the character's potential. I think that's giving up on trying to make him work as a character and I don't think you have to do that.

My preferred characterization for Crane is one that emphasizes his nature as a scholar turned supervillain. The cold and misanthropic and neurotic nerd professor who spent most of his salary on books and took to terrorizing the city as a costumed criminal in part because he wanted money to buy more books. Who takes off the costume mid-crime spree to school his henchmen on specifics of brain chemistry, who gets revenge on those that wrong his students or even employs them as henchmen, still the same guy who thinks there's nothing wrong with firing a loaded gun in a packed classroom as a demonstration. Far less interested in human connections than he is in human reactions, things that can surprise him or that he can catalogue or research or write about. Someone who's not a sadist for sadism's sake, but who doesn't really see you as a person so much as he sees a test subject. I like Crane as a snarky humorous heel who thinks of himself as amoral and mature while doing horribly immoral and childish things, the Herbert West or Rusty Venture of Batman villains (James Urbaniak is definitely the voice I'd pick for him).

My preferred kind of motivation for him is something along the lines of how he's portrayed in most of Kings of Fear, where he puts Batman through the wringer in part as an attempt to get to him and cure him once and for all, or issues #4-5 of The Batman Adventures where he induces city-wide illiteracy in part as a protest against the city's failing education. In Gothtopia he makes all of Gotham hallucinate their perfect ideal lives, eliminating the crime rate but causing the suicide rate to spike up in return, and yes it does turn out to be the set-up for a really generic "fear gas everyone with blimps and make everyone twice as scared" pay off when his involvement is revealed, but I always thought Scarecrow being able and willing to do that, to create these huge and even benevolent-seeming social experiments, as an idea with legs. Fear State was frustratingly halfway there, with the initial set-up of Scarecrow pursuing a theory for fear-based social upheaval, but on top of not being very good, it also wound up that he was just doing the same old thing again and had Batman call him out as someone who just wanted to gas the city and make everyone scared again and never changes and does anything different, which seemed like Tynion defeating his own purpose of trying to make a defining Scarecrow story and address his lack of one, completely failing to address the why the character has that kind of problem and upending itself for meta commentary before doing anything interesting.

Even Kings of Fear, easily the best Scarecrow story of the past decades if not outright ever, kinda ends in a bit of a cop-out where The Scarecrow has to be wrong ("Even when he's telling the truth, he's lying, and even when he's right, he's wrong", Gordon tells Batman to reassure him, to nullify the past 5 issues criticizing and tearing into Batman from every angle imaginable), and he has to be a sadist who just wanted to fuck with Batman and uncover his worst fears because it's what he does. Why does Scarecrow want to unravel people and wrench their worst fears into the surface? Because he's a sadist who gets off on it? I guess that's the canon answer most of the time, but it's such a boring, weak one. Because he wants revenge on the world / bullies? Still weak, done better by other villains even. Because of an unspeakably traumatic childhood that taught him the world was ruled by fear and therefore driving him to become it's master? Okay, but it still doesn't actually answer what he wants to get out of doing what he does.

We know that Jonathan Crane was a fragile youth routinely terrorized and abused by others and plainly traumatized by his experiences. We know that he is learned and brilliant and given to introspection and fantasy.

From this base it is not hard to imagine Crane turning into a man fiercely devoted to solitude and study and capable of a murderous rage when his privacy is violated. It is possible, in other words, to imagine him as a reactive force, in the mold of Freeze, systematically terrorizing and destroying anyone who crosses him but rarely wanting to start trouble himself.

Or we can imagine him as a mercenary, a specialist hired by others for nefarious purposes, but who is not himself strongly motivated by particular rages or desires.

But if the Scarecrow is going to remain a sadist and a sadist only—if he is going to be moved only by the psychotic desire to harm others—we ought to be made to feel the seductive power that sadism has over its practitioners; we should be made to feel and appreciate the hot and sour joy that comes from the purposeful humiliation of another - Dreams in Darkness review by Toonzone

It's kind of a frustrating pattern in a lot of his stories where he gives a reason for doing something, and it turns out to be a cover for yet another sadistic fear gas attack, but his cover reason was a more interesting motivation for him than what he actually was going for. A villain who mainly just gets a kick out of hurting people and concocts bullshit excuses and reasons to justify said hurting? The Joker does that already, but the Joker always clearly states what he wants and has all those ways to make cruelty for cruelty's sake entertaining. If that's all The Scarecrow is also, no wonder he's going to be so incredibly lacking most of the time (nevermind the fact that he's never going to be the guy most infamous for gassing Gotham City).

Yes, he may be sadistic and cruel, he may enjoy what he does too much, and maybe there really isn't any kind of realistic explanation as to why a man would dress up as a scarecrow to commit terrorism and spray innocent people with chemicals to make them terrified, but refer to the guy he's fighting. "Realistic" is the wrong term. The issue here is less "why" the Scarecrow does what he does, and more what is he hoping to get out of it. Granted, this is less of a concern if you're playing The Scarecrow as a figure of horror, someone who's not even really human underneath that outfit. But I think that locks away much of his versatility. The Scarecrow needs Jonathan Crane, and I think there's good stuff to like about that awful man.

I like Jonathan Crane the sardonic pragmatic scientist who still embraces his hopelessly ridiculous life, a guy who's not nearly as above it all as he'd like to be and has wants and needs moreso than he really likes to admit. I like him as a book lover, as a fan of horror, I like him as the kind of guy who'd send fan mail to Elvira and break out of Arkham just to catch a Halloween parade and guest star in a Scooby-Doo movie for a change. I like him as someone who'd have a decent working relationship with the other rogues and pal with the Legion of Doom and get into a physical spat with Riddler over a chess game. Someone who custom-makes his own outfits and equipment, who makes scythes out of animal bones to fight Batman with, who picked the scarecrow motif in part because it was a term of derision his colleagues used on him.

Who pours himself over his research as he records his theories in a tape recorder, the kind of guy who grouses at having to clean another cell because he's getting annoyed at his test subjects killing themselves, seriously guys the cleaning supplies for this batch were as fresh as they could be, and the iguana amygdalas I used should be stopping your neocortexes from overreacting this strongly. Subject #3 over there got over his fear of centipedes yesterday and he hasn't screamed all morning, I'm gonna need the rest of you to stop being such babies, okay?

It must be terribly liberating for Crane, to transcend mere ugliness and become inhuman. Of all the rogues, he’s easily the one who takes Batman’s “I need a disguise; I shall become a beast of the night” schtick and runs with it the farthest - TheMindlessOnes's rogue review for Scarecrow

And that's for Jonathan Crane, man of science. The Scarecrow, however, is not science, he is unreason incarnate, and to me what most makes The Scarecrow work as a Batman villain has nothing to do with "they both use fear as a weapon", I always thought that was a bit shallow of an angle to pursue (most, if not all, the villains rely on fear, it comes with the whole "crime" thing). The two have a stronger connection via the costume, the theatricality, the becoming a creature of the night angle. None of the other major Batman villains are going into their costumes the way The Scarecrow is. They have their personas and varying degrees of division between them and their "real selves", but few of them are wearing outright identity-separating Halloween Monster Costumes with separate names and personalities they can dip in and out of at their convenience.

And I'm gonna interrupt myself to answer your second question. I couldn't pick just one design, so counting the Batman Live one above, I picked 10. These are not in order and they're not necessarily how I'd design him, I'd say my actual favorite Scarecrow designs are fan-made, but if I was going to pick out of "official" material these are the ones I'd go for. It's time for:

(Left-to-right: George Pratt's Scarecrow pin-up, Phil Jimenez's Scarecrow design, Ed Natividad's concept art for Suicide Squad)

(Left-to-right: His TNBA design by Bruce Timm as drawn by Luciano Vecchio, Alex Ross's design for Justice, and Tim Sale's Scarecrow)

(Left-to-right: Kelley Jones' design for Kings of Fear, Jeremy Raapack's design for Legends of the Dark Knight #25, Scarecrow's design in Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo!)

*cough*, anyway: Most of the other rogues with their signature suits or masks or body distortions don't tend to have closets full of different variant Batsuits and scarecrow costumes to choose and devote to their cause and ideal, that they sit at night tailoring on how to make scarier or more loaded with weapons, that they might even have conversations with, things that sit in their closets waiting because both of these brilliant men, men who have (or at least had) different civilian lives, men who could stop doing this at any time, who both decided that becoming a Halloween monster prowling the streets to inflict terror is a necessary, even productive use of their time.

And I think that's the key word I want to end here, productive. I think The Scarecrow needs to be more productive. Because even if he's not aware of it, he is achieving progress via his research, and there is one way he's proved his ideas: Batman walks out of every fight they have stronger. Every encounter they have is a test that Batman resists and walks out of more able to cope with his own traumas, or at least, better able to resist them being weaponized against him. I always wanted to explore the idea that Crane is genuinely convinced he's doing people a favor or at least achieving something via all these horrible Scarecrow campaigns, and one thing he has achieved is that Batman is never not prepared for chemical attacks or assaults on his mind, Batman resists ungodly trials of willpower and determination and courage, in part because he has to deal with the Scarecrow pumping terror juice in his brain semi-regularly.

The fact that Crane loses and gets beaten up and has to retry schemes again and again and kill people and join the costume parade just to lure Batman is fairly inconsequential to him, so long as it gets results. He's not interested in dissecting Batman's brain or being more like Batman, that's Hugo Strange's thing. Hugo Strange needs Batman to be fearless, allmighty and perfect, where as Jonathan Crane wants nothing more than to unearth and study the fears and kinks in the armor, the dead last thing he wants is a perfect man. Hugo Strange wants to crawl naked into the mask of the great and terrible fascist and never come out, where as The Scarecrow wants to crack open all the masks in the world and feast luridly on whatever seeps out.

Batman isn't just the ultimate trial against his fear-ruled worldview (or even affirmation), and he isn't just a breakthrough waiting to happen: he might be his greatest success as of yet. A case study on the success of exposure therapy, proof of potential medicinal applications for his formula, the greatest guinea pig of all time because he won't die no matter what you pump into him, you name it. So what if all those other people couldn't stomach the procedure, so what if those precious innocents are too weak and stupid and useless to not get in the way of research, it's clearly worked wonders for those who could take it.

And if the future belongs to men like Batman, if all of these superheroes and supervillains are the way things are going to be like forever, if the future is Bat-shaped and as vast and uncertain and horrible as the forces shaping it, the future needs to be prepared. The future needs to grapple with it's past and face it's greatest horrors and become stronger for it. There is no such thing as overcoming fear, there is only living with it, embracing it, bowing to the primordial instinct that knows the answer before you do. Mankind grew and developed it's intelligence and tools out of fear, fear of the bigger predators out there, fear of the other cavemen, fear of starvation and death and everything they couldn't understand and master until they learned to fear it. What better knowledge to pass along than fear? And who is better qualified to teach about fear?

Maybe Crane isn't just another monster with a grudge, maybe he isn't another costumed revenge killer, maybe he isn't just a power-tripping sadist bully out to torment others because he can, and maybe he isn't a hopeless traumatized madman who destroyed his professional and personal life in a monstrous quest to satisfy an obsession ruling his soul.

Maybe he is a sane response to an insane situation. Ever heard that one before?

#replies tag #superheroes #batman #dc comics #scarecrow #the scarecrow #jonathan crane #gotham city

[avatarmovies]

sollycos The first time I saw Avatar The Way Of Water I knew that I wanted to recreate Tonowari character makeup and costume on my partner @michaelmartelart and thanks to @cinemamakeupschool we got an opportunity to do a live makeup demo application in San Diego Comic Con. @michaelmartelart and I (@sollycos) wanted to merge our skills of 3d modeling and sfx makeup/costuming. Michael has sculpted the nose prosthetic digitally and made a digital mold that we 3d printed and I ran it in silicone. He also digitally created necklace shells, chest piece accessories and tattoo stencils. Meanwhile I was working on creating the rest of the costume including the harness, belt, tail fabrication and necklace, but it wouldn't have turned out as amazing if @mibchy hadn't helped us with his amazing knowledge of leatherwork. He guided me and taught me how to work with leather and opened all these new possibilities of skills. As we were crunching for the due date he was kind enough to create parts for the belt. I will definitely make another post that will be more in depth. Ear prosthetics: @rbfx Contact lenses: @9mmsfx Bodypaint: @ebaperformancemakeup

#avatar: the way of water #social media #cosplay #tonowari

[artbychromium]

Which photo is your favorite, 1-7? 🫠 Abstract body paint in pink 💞🖌 ✨️ Live bodypainting by @Lana_Chromium in San Diego 🎨 Book bodyart 🔗 in bio #bodyart #makeup #artist #art #bodypaint #bodypainting #sandiego #losangeles #mua #LanaChromium #livebodypainting #pink #pinkmakeup #viralmakeup #bts #wip (at San Diego, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpNmYn4rfDb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[webraciszekbastion]

hello there, can i request a cup of coffee and a chocolate cookie for vivia twilight and a (preferably male, if that’s okay) artist! reader? maybe reader always has paint stains on their skin/face/clothes and/or draws vivia often? have a good day, i love your writing!

Of course ! Thank you very much for these kind words. Honestly, I had plans for something similar involving the Rain Code characters. So I already had a few ideas and I hope you like it and thx for nice

parring: Vivia Twilight x male!artist!Reader

You met Vivia quite eccentrically. Vivia was tunneling back to the headquarters through one of the underground tunnels, where he spotted you. You were all in farbia and completely absorbed in your world.

Vivia approached you, watching you create a painting on the walls. You didn't realize that while you were painting, Vivia was handing you all the paint, brushes, rollers and other things you needed. Only when you finished did Vivia make his presence known with a long sigh of admiration.

Viva always likes to see you when your skin and clothes are stained with paint or colored chalk. You are so colorful, bright, joyful and full of life. Vivia can't explain, but it draws him to you.

When you pull off your T-shirt, Vivia plays, running his fingers over your body. He connects colored spots of paint, like in a game of "connect the dots." He knows you're ticklish and he does it on purpose. Your smile, your laughter are beautiful not to listen to it. It is like medicine for Vivia's eyes and ears.

Vivia is your go-to model for any occasion. He carries your portfolio of work, your paintings and all your art equipment. When you're in college and don't have something to work with, let Vivia know. He will bring everything to you.(He will scare a few lecturers when he ask where you have classes, but the most important thing is that your boyfriend brought you extra canvases.)

During your trip to the city, you are sure to make at least a few drawings and sketches of Vivia. When you wait for food, when you ride the bus or subway, when Vivia picks out a book. Every element of your day together will be immortalized in your sketchbook.(For a month you have already collected seven sketchbooks with the very drawings and sketches on which Vivia is.)

Vivia loves to take part in your attempts at new kinds of art. She especially remembers the day when, you wanted to try Bodypainting. Sitting motionless in just boxers was no problem for Vivia. For him it is important that he sees you at work, can feel your touch and look at your beautiful person. Your idea of making his body into an ocean, and painting his neck with his face, as an island of trash, he thought was an interesting interpretation and idea.(The beautiful blue that showed how much Vivia was worth to you, and the distorted gray on his face, all negative thoughts about himself. You were the only one who saw the blue in him, and in that moment Vivia loved you even more.)

When it was Vivia's turn. The man painted your whole body white. When he was finished, he tired to do, small letters from which short sentences were formed. Viva made you a living page of a book. Quite for a simple reason. Everyone knows that Vivia's favorite thing in this world is books.(Phrases like "My favorite", "Kanai Ward's ray", "Colorful plush", "Wants to live for my boyfriend" were formed on your body. Because of this, you didn't want to wash the paint off yourself.)

Moments such as combing through hair to get rid of chalk dust. Peeling stained skin from various mixtures. Washing off stains of paint, ink and graphite with your thumb. Others looked at you with distaste or embarrassment. Vivia, on the other hand, says you look adorable when you do this.

You know your boyfriend. That's why you know he's definitely sitting inside the fireplace at the agency. That's why, when he stays with you overnight, you give him massages. Viva never complains of pains or fatigue, but he will never deny himself this pleasure.(Of course, your cuddles don't end there. Vivia wants you as close as possible.)

Seeing your sadness and tears, Vivia is by your side and does everything to make you feel better. Without your smile, the city starts to rain again, it becomes sad and returns to that depressed state before Vivia met you.

In his contacts, he has fastened you as "Follower of Atua." Several times you asked about the meaning of this nickname, but each time Vivia smiled and said it was nothing.

When you are in a drawing trance, there is no contact with you. Vivia's favorite activity at the moment, is watching you and feeding you snacks. It's surprising to him that you don't even know you're eating but look like a hamster with full cheeks, and Vivia likes it.

You once stung him with a sand animation screening. You painted every important moment with Vivia. Sand perfectly showed, the transience and passing of moments, but Vivia enjoyed your show more and the moments together that will come in the future.

#master detective archives x reader #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #vivia twilight x reader #vivia twilight #rain code vivia #Vivia Twilight

[myteavsricochet]

Seriously that shirt looks like bodypainting I can't believe he's that perfect how is it possible

i don't know and yet it is possible because this person lives, breathes and walks among us we are so lucky 😫

#taylor zakhar perez #rwrb

[vitani4000]

✨This is #bodypaint ✨ This the Jade, the green lantern, aka Jennifer-Lynn Hayden from the DC universe:) Painted by me on me, live on Twitch:)

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- Effects have been added/edited with @picsart

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#art #bodypaint #bodypainting #cosplay #makeup #artist #creative #body art #comics #dc comics #green lantern

[samantabrzozowska]

“I belongs to paradise, as you see it now!”

~ Sam

#me #myself #my painted legs #my bodypainting #my room life #my way of living #my expression #child of paradise #wild child #she's like a rainbow #create paradise #good vibes only #spirituality of the eternal child of paradise

[milkywaydrinker]

Day 23. Family

There's been a lot going on! Turns out it's hard to find a moment to sit down and write. Oh well, I will catch up, just wait. This prompt was brought to you by: Me bullying my younger sister when we were teenagers (we're good now don't worry)

Family dinners weren't really their thing. They happened rarely and usually meant Ana visiting home during spring break or something like that. It's not like Norma hated her sister. They were way past something as juvenile. They didn't really get along and it was fine. It really was! This time, Norma had something important to say and someone to introduce. "Who's that little freak?" Her sister, polite as ever, pointed at her guest. "Hello Ana, nice seeing you too," Norma said through her teeth. "This is my very good work colleague and friend, Courtney. They're a demon." "You invited a coworker to a family diner?" Her sister wasn't impressed. "Don't be rude." Svati frowned at her elder daughter. "I think it's lovely you decided to invite a friend over sweetie." "Thanks, mom." Norma sighed in defeat. "Courtney, this is my mom and my sister." "Hi Norma's family," they said halfway hidden behind Norma's back. When they joked about Dead End feeling empty and lonely they didn't expect to get invited anywhere, much less to a family dinner. Going to Norma's house ended up being way more stressful than they thought. The unfamiliar territory and unclear rules made them anxious.

"So now you're all about demons and stuff, right? All that creepy mumbo jumbo you've been talking about in your podcast? You seem pretty into it." Ana took a sip out of her cup. Despite the dismissive tone, she was watching Norma intently. "It's not 'mumbo jumbo' because it's all real, demons and angels and magic." She took a seat at the table, sounding more tired than angry. This must have been a routine. "Don't even try to act like it's made up. Courtney is right here." "I could totally still do it," Ana smirked slightly. "Bet they're just some kid in bodypaint." "Ana." Svati looked at her pointedly. "I'm just teasing, of course, I believe you, especially after I saw the possessed dolls that apparently now live in our attic." She set her cup down with an audible knock of porcelain on wood. Courtney took a seat as well, quietly observing the three of them. It was a very different dynamic from Barney's family. Ana actively antagonized Norma every at every opportunity. She would poke fun at her, bring up past embarrassing situations, and crack jokes at her expense. In turn, Norma would deflect or ignore most of that poking and prodding. Up to a certain point. "So are you and that Badyah girl a thing? I always knew there was something else about you that-" "Shut up," Norma snapped. "I'm done." She pushed her chair away from the table and grabbed her plate. "We'll finish eating in my room. Come on Courtney." They shuffled away from the table awkwardly, grabbed their plate, and poofed away, catching up to Norma. "Hey, sooo…" "Sorry about my sister. She always makes a game out of it, like 20 questions but it's just her trying to set me off." She just looked tired. "Do you know why she does that?" "No, and I don't care." "It kind of looked like she was actually curious. Just weird about it." Courtney looked down the staircase with a frown. “Well, I’m weird about many things. Somehow I’m managing to not upset everyone around me,” Norma grumbled. “That’s fair.” They sat down on the floor and tilted their plate into their mouth, swallowing everything in one go. “I just think it’s a communication issue.” “Have you been to Barney’s therapist? You talk weird.” “It’s my own wisdom, thank you very much.” They looked at their plate longingly. “Hey, can I-” “Don’t eat the plate please.” “Alright.”

They talked about work stuff for a moment. It was true, Dead End seemed empty now. Barney and Pugsley made the place feel like home. They had their own little family there, just for a moment, but it was enough to leave a hole when it got taken away from them. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, Ana opened the door and leaned into the room. “I just wanted to-” “Get out,” Norma said plainly. “I came to say I’m sorry. Let me finish a sentence.” Ana rolled her eyes. “No. Out” “Just listen for a second. I’m sorry about being a dick to you. You just never talk to me. It’s like an interrogation every time I try to catch up.” “Maybe because you’re always acting like everything I like is stupid?” Norma got up and grabbed the door handle. “Stop making fun of me, and stop treating me like a dumb baby.” “Alright! Done! Come down, mom is freaking out.” They were both at the door, fighting for control. “I said I’m done. Can’t you respect that?” Norma tried to close the door. “We see each other once every few months. Suck it up.” Ana stubbornly kept it open. “I think you might want to stop that.” Courtney interrupted them. “Why should I care about what you think?” Ana scoffed. “Because you’re about to break the door,” they said calmly. “Wha?” The handle flew off causing both of them to stumble backward. “Shit.” They were pretty in sync with that one. “Girls? What’s going on?” Swati called from downstairs. “Nothing!” they called out together. “Okay, I’m coming down but you have to fix my door before you leave.” Norma sighed. “Deal.”

#parkvember #dead end paranormal park #i'm so tired i'm going to sleep for 10000 hours after I come back from work

[nicoscheer]

29 Aug '23

Pine Knob Music Theatre

Clarkston, MI, USA

No. 1 party anthem

Oh my god that cornerstone performance with all them flashlight 🥹🥹🥹🫶🏽🫶🏽that’s to whoever started it

Another video of the cornerstone sea of flashlights

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cwjwrx5qFDI/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

No.1 party anthem

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cwjv2Bjq6ey/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

I adore how all them concert pics always look like the blackness goes on endlessly and then you spot that mirrorball

Via CamiDiazok on twitter

Body paint extended Outro

No. 1 party anthem

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Hi there,,,,I've been to FF 17 times since 1999 and somethings are pretty consistent. Singles are welcome along with the 50-70,000+ people that come to the island of Key West and much of the action is on both sides of Duval Street. Every event is clearly advertized and many unofficial parties happen in all the bars and venuesd and night. Accommodations are pricey and only go up. I use Susie Rodnan for my room (www.keywestkey.com) as she lives there and knows the island rooms so well. Be sure to tell her Ann (TheTravelSlut or UltimateCougar) referred you. Keep your eyes and ears open for private parties that are often spontaneous in the various events and venues. And heed what was said above about making contacts before you go. Annie

UPDATED: 2023 TIPS FOR 1ST TIMERS TO FANTASY FEST (or anyone else) Hello and get ready to enter the world of Fantasy Fest in Key West, Florida which I have often referred to as "Mardi Gras on Steroids".

You may want to consider some of these ideas before you go as either a FF veteran or 1st timer to FF.

In addition, while in Key West, learn about the nightly meets by various groups (including the Krewe de Krazy Life group @ Capt. Tony's Saloon nightly) and learn where the best parties are for each night as many are announced only on the day of the party. Check out www.krazykrewe.com which includes access to a photo gallery, weekly Monday & Thursday night online chatrooms as FF approaches, nightly meetings @ Capt. Tony's, and even a newsletter). The Krewe de Krazy Life is THE MOST AWESOME & VETERAN GROUP OF FF.

My Tips for First Time Fantasy Fest attendees:

You are in for a treat both for the Fantasy Fest event itself and for Key West which is a great, eclectic island-city in and of itself. While I've only been 17 times to Fantasy Fest since 1999 (and about 30 times to Key West), I have learned a few things through personal experience or from the experience of others (in no particular order):

Clothing/Shoes/Weather Gear: Key West is a walking town especially on and around Duval Street so comfortable shoes or sandals are a must. Don't walk downtown in barefeet as the streets are likely to have either debris or glass, etc. that could cut your feet. Also, in the heat, both streets and sidewalks heat up tremendously and you don't want to either burn your feet or have to do an emergency purchase of shoes/sandals from a downtown vendor unless absolutely necessary. Consider having a lightweight/foldable rain poncho for those occasional showers to protect bodypaint or costumes.

Toiletries and Medical Supplies: Essentials (especially if you plan do to a "Duval Crawl" include: Aleve/Tylenol, antacids, Pepto-Bismol, and or special hangover OTC meds. Also have available at your hotel/B and B some insect repellent, sunscreen, and aloe vera gel or know where the nearest source of these items can be found (Walgreens on Duval is a great source for just about anything from souvenirs to sundries). And be sure to check out my extensive FF travel item checklist also in this site.

Camping/Beach/Outdoor Gear: If you plan to do the beaches, bring a blanket and or chair and some sort of strong UV sun protection. The sun is brutal on skin not normally exposed to this heat and UV's at this latitude. A beach or gear bag works also for carrying around Key West even at night while in costume.

Transportation: During high season or any major event like FF parking can be almost non-existent near Duval Street even if you have a reservation at your Bed and Breakfast, motel/hotel. Don't even think about parking in a resident's zone unless you have specific permission or blocking a driveway/access point as the fine and/or tow bills will be huge. There are parking garages, meters and some free side-street parking but again, Key West parking during Fantasy Fest will be both expensive and extremely limited when Key West's island population swells from 26,000+ to well over 50,000+.

Be cautious driving on the one-way streets and the narrow streets where the Conch Train operates. Watch out for bicycles, pedal cabs, small (silent) electric vehicles, mopeds and of course, pedestrians==tourists & FantasyFesters. Open drinking and walking occurs 24/7 so be careful in all regards with driving and/or walking. Expect detours at times also. Key West, while small and compact in size, has some streets that are both very narrow and have obscured sidewalks/driveways so watch your step--especially at night. Some walkways are not level, some are obstructed, or even have debris of some type. Be extremely careful driving as pedestrians (sometimes intoxicated and/or jaywalking) will walk right out in front of you from previously hidden or obscured areas. Be wary on the streets for bicyclists and people riding scooters/mopeds that may not be careful or skilled in operating them. Finally, it is easy to be distracted while looking at the people and sites of Key West so concentrate on both your driving and your walking. Key West's "Conch Train" & Shuttle Bus operates on both main and side streets so be sure to give it leeway and right of way as it is a very large and long train. Driving into Key West's "new town" at the north end of the island there can be a culture shock after driving the previous 50 miles or so. Key West is modern and developed and always seems to have ongoing renovations/construction. Be cautious of traffic controls, traffic workers, and slow-downs. Don't be in a hurry. Remember, you are on "Island Time" now and the 25,000+ full time residents will appreciate patience as will your additional fellow 50,000+ Fantasy Fest revelers. Traveling along Highway US 1 (aka North Roosevelt Blvd. and at mid-town, Truman Avenue), you will start to see the signs of the Fantasy Fest celebration as many people decorate their homes and businesses in the colors or theme of the event.

2023's theme is “Uniforms and Unicorns" and is the 44th Anniversary of Fantasy Fest and this year runs from Friday, Oct. 20 to Sunday, Oct. 29. Key West during Fantasy Fest is definitely not for the timid or shy and small children should not be downtown after dark (or at all if possible). Bodypaint, nudity and skimpy, sexy/see through clothing rules day and night and is very prevalent especially in the Fantasy Zone on Duval Street! Be aware. New rules for 2022 may be extended (despite lack of enforcement in 2022) so watch for any changes that affect nudity, costumes and events. Nightly confirmed & cancelled costume themes & events--both official and unofficial--can be found on the main Fantasy Fest website at: www.fantasyfest.com and krazykrewe.com

You really should consider costumes for every night for the most interactions and best-fun participation--and expect to be photographed/videotaped in all public areas. If you are camera shy for any reason (work, kids, etc), then wear a mask of some type or some costume disguise. And do get bodypainted for a fun time! I highly recommend Pashur House of Pashur the Bodypainter fame who is not only creative and super-talented but the creator of many official FF posters & advertisements, a long time member of the Krewe de Krazy Life group, and a fun and friendly guy & awesome friend. www.canvasalive.com and tell him Ann TheTravelSlut/Ann TheUltimateCougar referred you but book early.

Refer to the official FF events, activities, & party options here: www.fantasyfest.com/schedule/ Other unofficial events, parties and activities occur regularly around Key West and some are even spontaneous so ask veteran Fantasyfesters for the latest updates on happenings you might enjoy. NOTE: I am usually only at Fantasy Fest from noon on the 1st Saturday until 5 pm on Wednesday.

Some of my favorite parties with the Krewe de Krazy Life that I have experienced since 1999 with nightly gatherings from 7 pm or so at Capt. Tony's Saloon on Greene St. near Duval include: 1st SATURDAY NIGHT-- Little Black Dress Night at Capt. Tony's Saloon. Anything goes but keep it PG on the streets as there are still many tourists and residents prepping for FF and unaware of the quasi-clothing-optional nature of FF. Save the risque fun for the bars and clubs and use common sense to cover up on the street especially while walking from and to your accommodations. SUNDAY NIGHT--Zombie Night (formerly Pirate Night) with the earlybirds of Fantasy Fest getting warmed up at various venues around town and Capt. Tony's has been the place to be the past few years to the point that police have shut down Greene Street near Duval Street to accommodate the overflow. MONDAY NIGHT-- Fetish Night features all those in leather, vinyl, rubber and all types of Fetish and Fantasy wear up to and including bodypaint (which is acceptable any night). It's not uncommon to see 100's (if not 1,000's) of people dressed in leather or latex or some variation for this various parties. Many others parties exist in non-sanctioned venues. Again, Capt. Tony's has a special celebration in their Dungeon side room called Capt. Tony's Rubber Fetish Ball.

MONDAY NIGHT-- Fetish Night features all those in leather, vinyl, rubber and all types of Fetish and Fantasy wear up to and including bodypaint (which is acceptable any night). It's not uncommon to see 100's (if not 1,000's) of people dressed in leather or latex or some variation for this various parties. Many others parties exist in non-sanctioned venues. Again, Capt. Tony's has a special celebration in their Dungeon side room called Capt. Tony's Rubber Fetish Ball. Also, MONDAY is Leather and Fetish costume theme night@ at First Flight (formerly Kelly's) Kinky Karnival. I've attended this leather-fetish party @ Kelly's for many years and this is definitely NOT the place for anyone shy, timid or shocked easily as you will see (or experience) just about everything and anything. Plan to be amazed at what you see, hear or even experience on the streets, in the bars and at the private parties. The costumes and actions of the crowds are often awesome and amazing. Some of the photos in my Flickr Group and some of my YouTube videos only reveal a small aspect of FF happenings.. TUESDAY NIGHT--features the Plaid Party @ Capt. Tony's Saloon and in addition to the other parties throughout Key West. Crowded parties are the norm especially as the week goes on. Be courteous and patient with everything and everyone WEDNESDAY -SUNDAY---refer to both the official FF website events for the latest info as well as the Krewe de Krazy Life website & chat for their concurrent events All the while these official events are occurring, many bars and saloons feature their own party theme and of course, thousands of people flock into the streets and sidewalks of Duval where people-watching takes on a new level. Again, Duval Street becomes an event in itself with thousands of people costumed and as many taking photos or just people watching and cruise ship passengers that happen to be in port during the week sure get an eyeful. The festival has many events that are jam packed (some require tickets or cover charges to access) with costumed people, parties and activities The drive or the flight back home is always a challenge. Between hangovers, crowds, and general dismay about returning to reality, leaving Key West and Fantasy Fest can be tough except for the knowledge that the next Fantasy Fest is less than 360 days away!

Now, for some important DO's AND DON'T's of Fantasy Fest:

Don't wear a mask you can't drink in or see out of. Don't choose a costume you can't use the bathroom in. Don't wear shoes you can't walk in. Walking on streets & sidewalks can be a challenge for some. Do dress sexier than you thought you might initially (but no total nudity in public and if walking from residential areas, consider a cover-up for modesty purposes). Do make sure you have a place to stay before you get too drunk and find yourself under a tree or on a sidewalk. Do realize that the shape or size of your breasts/penis will not change with spray paint (but get body painted!). Don't wear your thong with your leg in the wrong hole. Do trim your private areas within the limits of your costume ...please. Do donate your leftover items to locals who want to enjoy Fantasy Fest as much as the rest of us but often just make room for us. Don't flash the cops. Not cool, not legal. Don't ask the cops to flash you. REALLY not cool. Do understand that just because you are near-naked doesn't mean that others will accept your choice of costume. Don't go out carrying valuable items that you are likely to lose if/when you get drunk--- such as a purse wallet, expensive jewelry or your spouse. Do wrap your money in plastic or a ziplock first if you have nothing to carry it in but your bikini bottoms or sweaty shorts. No one wants to handle sweaty-wet cash. Do know that unoccupied bathrooms will be scarce all week Don't verbally abuse anyone---ever!---- Everyone is there to have a good, laid-back time. Don't be in a hurry---remember you are on (overcrowded) island time Don't step in front of moving parade floats to pick up candy or beads. If you DO take pictures, be polite, patient, and asking 1st if it is OK to take a photo will usually result in a yes answer and you will get a nicer, posed shot or two. Also, have your camera ready to shoot FIRST before you ask. Do exercise some tact and courtesy with the folks working in the bars and cafes. They may be there working their days off for your enjoyment. Drinks take time to create and be served as do meals. Don't tip in beads - service workers don't want or need beads--- tip with cash always---please. Don't ask the female servers to show you their boobs--there are thousands of women on Duval Street dying to show you all that they've got. Don't try to touch, kiss, etc service workers or Fantasy Fest workers or other costumed Fantasyfesters...ever. Unwanted, unexpected touching will create major problems for you. Do carry some info or business card of your hotel/B and B address so someone can help get you home if you need help late at night should you be too intoxicated (over-served). Don't be afraid to dress up. Have an outrageously fun time and tip BIG!.

And here are my online links to all my Fantasy Fest photos, videos, tips, checklists, trip reports, updates, etc:

https://fetlife.com/groups/159141 http://www.flickr.com/groups/fantasyfesters http://www.flickr.com/groups/fantasyfest2022 http://www.flickr.com/groups/fantasyfest2023 https://onlyfans.com/TheUltimateCougar (videos & photos) https://www.reddit.com/r/FantasyFestKeyWest/ https://mewe.com/group/5be9dd519619704267f87e05 https://twitter.com/UltimateCougr https://www.krazykrewe.com/ (currently undergoing maintenance) https://www.tumblr.com/blog/fantasyfestinkeywestflorida

A note on nudity at Fantasy Fest and in Key West from a good friend, FF veteran of many years and a keen Key West observer and historian.

“Nudity is expressly forbidden on the street all the time, as are exposed genitals. KW ordinances say cover must be "opaque" (not sheer) and body paint as a breast cover is allowed in the fantasy zone only during "Fantasy Fest Week" which the KW police have been told by the city to interpret as starting at Midnight Sunday/Monday, and have done so for the past several years. Since the zone is specifically mentioned in the ordinance in conjunction with "Fantasy Fest Week", the zone isn't just the last two days (much as they might like you to think it is). However the "zone" boundary is never defined legally and the actual duration of the "week" has been left vague - it seems to extend for most of the night after the Saturday parade, but not necessarily into Sunday day (a short week LOL).”

That said ... interpretation of these statutes seems to depend on the political environment each year, the individual LEO (law enforcement officer) and the time and place (some events are family oriented) so always have a cover-up handy. Some KW LEOs seem more motivated to be "clothes police" than others. New LEOs from other agencies are imported to supplement the KW officers and Monroe County sheriffs as the week goes on and may have different perspectives so can be very zealous at first, but gradually get jaded. Bar owners have been instructed (and threatened) by a politically motivated FF Committee to self enforce an arbitrary interpretation of the rules that seems to change each year. Most realize this is untenable and not in their best financial interest. It all adds up to a lot of confusion.

Bottom line is that LEO's really don't want to the waste time and paperwork to bust you for nudity unless you are having actual sex in the street. But if they see nudity, they are instructed to correct it and move on. LEOs in KW during FF are only likely to arrest you if you become belligerent, combative or uncooperative and resist their instructions. Even then they go out of their way to exert control with aggressive warnings which reserves manpower for arresting the real troublemakers, rather than reducing their presence on the street by taking the time out to process minor offenses. They concentrate on crowd control, so don't draw a crowd of paparazzi taking pictures of your cleverly costumed nakedness. If your costumes are revealing then learn where the LEOs hang out and avoid them (hint street corners and alleys especially in the 200 and 300 block of Duval). There are a lot less LEOs on the street at the beginning of the week and most are local KW or Monroe County. You may be challenged and told to cover up if you have minimal breast or genital coverings of any kind (or they think you do). These challenges are often arbitrary, confrontational and unpleasant by design to project authority and scare you into compliance. Don't bother to debate or protest .. no matter how unfair you think it is, its unlikely he/she will back down and risk losing control .. just be submissive and do what the LEO tells you, then move on. Don't let them get into your head and spoil your fun. When you are out of their sight, do what you like. Bob & Fran, The Holy HellRaisers

In the meantime, take care, travel safe and have safe fun!

Annie, TheUltimateCougar

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Yumesaki x Fem!Reader

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Yumesaki’s glare was so intense that it made your heart beat like a bird trying to escape from his cage. His movements were firm but careful not to hurt, even if you knew it was impossible for him to do you any harm. The paint mixture pleasingly spread on your right arm, your body hair standing up in the way as you shivered. Your half opened your mouth, breathing louder. You could see the pun of the situation: you had brought it on yourself, however, right now you had absolutely zero regrets. Quite the contrary.

“Tell me about it again”, Yumesaki ordered you, deadly serious despite the lust in his eyes.

“Body painting is one of the first forms of art in human history, it was used as a way for representing statues but not only…” your voice shook when skilful fingers brushed against your naked breasts, teasing them mercilessly. 

“Yes?”

“It’s-” you squealed when he suddenly grabbed your left boob, leaving a huge blue handprint on it. 

“You don’t seem well versed on your subject”, he taunted you, keeping his hand for him when you wanted nothing else but to feel them all over your body.

He was in full bad boy mode, and even if you already knew it was only his way to assume his physics, it immediately turned you on. 

“I’ll show you how knowledgeable I'm about it.”

This time it was you who took paint on your hand, using Yumesaki as an unusual canvas for your art. Even if it had been your idea to try it with him for your last year's subject, you had not expected him to be so intense about it. Nonetheless, now that he had started the game, you were eager to see it through. 

Yumesaki and you were both naked in your living room which had been covered for the activity, and bodypaint was prepared around in various bowls. You were now towering over him, stable with one hand and using the other to express your creativity on his body. His torso was muscular, hard and hot under your fingers, you explored it by exercising different kinds of pressure and you liked how he answered to it. At first, he tried to look unmoved, but quickly enough his cheeks heated up, and he could no longer look you in the eyes. You purposefully slide your hand on his nipples, drawing some unhappy groans from him that only made you smirk wider. You got closer, freeing your second hand to send it playing toward his pubis.

“Some Queen would even mark their favourite like this”, you claimed hungrily. 

Yumesaki was hanging on every word, drinking them as means to stay sane in front of your fierce torment. He was involuntarily bending his back, holding on to his elbows, his face turned on the side but you would not leave him any space. Your hands were everywhere on him, recovering him of paint, making him yours. And it felt incredible for him to be your painting, to be the means of your creativity. When he had agreed to do it, he had never expected to go that far, and to enjoy it to that extent.

You grabbed his hard cock in your hand, stroking him with a leisurely pace, using your other hand to caress his jewels. One glare was enough to see how well your art was going, but it was not enough. There was a lot of room for improvement. Like this you impaled yourself on Yumesaki, earning a raspy moan that clenched your pussy. As if he had only waited for that, the man suddenly grabbed your hips, looking again directly at you, before moving you hard and fast on his manhood. His sounds were so filthy and his face was red from embarrassment and enjoyment mixed together. Yourself were only able to surf on the incredible sensations, driven crazy by his authoritative ways. You suddenly came back to reality when his thumb painted your mouth red, then parted your lips to slide two fingers into it. 

"Does my Queen like it?" He tried to ask ironically despite his labored breath and flustered expression, his movements somewhat slow down turning to a deeper pace.

"Y-yes", his fingers were making it hard to answer, especially when your mind could only think about sucking and licking them while they were almost choking you. 

"You're incredible", he praised you without thinking.

He could not take his eyes off you, amazed by the unthinkable view of your painted body moving along his. Your blue tits were dancing before him, while you looked too happy to suck at his fingers with such debauchery that it made his passion almost painful. 

His words for you made you even more eager to please, and you desperately focused on moving along with him. Without a care in the world, you impaled yourself again, mixing your colours and sweat and love juice together with Yumesaki's. 

"You're so good!" It slipped out of him.

His words and breath were no longer making any sense, but he could not help himself from saying how nice it feel to fuck you, and how much he wanted for it to never end. You could only lewdly moan and whimper, as his thick dick was deliciously tearing you apart with your frantic blessing. When you could no longer withstand your own need, you clenched your hands around his head while you moved in a way to indecently release you on his pubis. 

You could only see his lustful face through the haze of tears of pain and ecstasy, but it was enough to send a strong shock to your belly. He was so dishevelled, his hair messy, his eyes widened as he kept mumbling about your wet cunt and how you were the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen. 

Like this, you cumed, right when he filled you again to the max, and your scream was muffled by his fingers. Your pussy clenching around him and your sounds drove Yumesaki into a difficult but wonderful corner until he met you on the peak, gasping for air.

You looked at Yumesaki laying down next to you, both your body was covered with paint, and other fluids, making the both of you a peculiar but outstanding piece of art. He saw you looking and raised a hand to draw you in his arms. His cheeks were still red, and he gently kissed you.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He softly asked, caressing your hair with so much tenderness. 

"I'm feeling at the top of the world right now", you mumbled, hardly keeping your eyes open. 

Yumesaki would always make sure you were fine after sex, your well-being was so important to him that it made you feel always safe with him.

"You're my masterpiece Yumesaki…"

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