i need my mask

just because you have to patrol on halloween doesn’t mean you can’t dress up like gotham’s favorite vigilante

A small Dieselpunk-inspired Shiro that I needed to get out of my system

Bonus mask thingy for maximum aesthetic:

amaya jiwe week:
day 3
: favouite period costume | dc’s legends of tomorrow 2x05: compromised |
“surely, by now, men and women are considered equals.”

pirran-p  asked:

I guess I could call Kizana/Sora a rare ship? :"D At least I never saw anybody besides me and my gf doing content with them. Short description of this pairing is "opposites attract" - Kizana is swift, passionate, impetuous, while Sora is quiet, sluggish and kind of lazy. They both have a strong passion towards theater, and both feel as if they don't belong to this world. Long night talks, reading books and watching films together, comforting each other - that's about them!

I hope they get dorky with theater prompts.
(He’s lazy but smooth, i know it deep down my heart)

We Have No Privacy

Bucky x Reader

Summary: you and Bucky have a secret relationship that you hide from the other Avengers. Or so you think ;)

Word Count: 1636

Warnings: cursing + fluff

A/N: I can do requests just fyi :) honestly I don’t have much to say other than the fact that I’m listening to my happy song right now: Without Question from The Road to El Dorado. I recommend 💛


“Which one of you punks finished the popcorn?” Bucky growls. I chuckle.

“I’ll go make more.” I offer, taking the empty bowl from his hands. “This movie is lame, anyway.” I get up from the couch, winking. Nat follows closely behind me, rolling her eyes.

“They have the weirdest taste in movies, I swear.” I nod in agreement, pitter-pattering on the wooden floor in my bare feet, hoodie, and gym shorts. I reach the large, marble kitchen and head to the corner cupboard. Nat hops onto the counter, her big red curls bouncing with her. She huffs sadly. I roll my eyes with a smile.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, rummaging through the shelves. She turns to me and purses her lips.

“What’s wrong is I need to get laid.” she scowls. I laugh, plucking out a bag of microwaveable popcorn kernels and closing the cupboard. I shuffle over to the microwave and press the ‘Popcorn’ button, placing it in and turning it on. I spin around and face Nat.

“Since when did the Black Widow need a man?” I say mockingly. She puffs out her cheeks.

“I don’t need a man.” she scoffs, lowering her voice to a mutter. “I need a dick.” I bring my hand up to my mouth to mask my laughter. “What?” she says incredulously. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.” I shrug, a distracted smile plastering my face.

“I think I’m alright.” I say quietly. Nat raises her eyebrows.

“What does that mean?” she says, hopping off the counter. My cheeks tint pink. I open my mouth to respond, but the microwave dings behind me. I smile nervously.

“Popcorn’s ready.” I say, whipping around and opening the microwave. I pull out the bag, nearly burning my fingers. My hand reaches out for the bowl, dropping the bag into it. I speed-walk back to the screen room, trying to beat Nat back so she won’t ask questions. “Pop-corn!” I sing. I’m met with multiple shushes and complaints. I scowl. “You’re welcome.“I say, sitting in my spot on the couch next to Bucky, whose on my left, and Rhodey on my right. Bucky smiles down at the bowl.

“Thanks, doll.” he says quietly, not looking at me. I bite my bottom lip. Not in a seductive way, but more as a habit. Sam reaches over Bucky and takes the bowl.

“It’s still in the bag!” he says, annoyed. I stick my tongue out at him.

“Then be useful for once and take it out.” He rolls his eyes and rips the bag open. Steve reaches into the bowl, grabbing popcorn and dumping a few pieces on the floor. “Uh-uh, you’re cleanin’ that up.” Sam shakes his head.

Wanda enters the room from the bathroom, plopping in her seat.

“What’d I miss?” she asks. I look back up at the screen, and as I do, feel a warm hand touch my fingers, then intertwine with them and clasp tightly. I sigh quietly.

“I dunno,” I respond, taking a split second to look at the man on my left. “just got here.” There’s a ghost of a smile on his face. I clear my throat. “Hey, dodo bird, pass the popcorn.” I say.


We are picking next time.” Nat scoffs, tugging on her shirt. I nod vigorously.

“I don’t know what the hell goes on in your minds when you watch these things.” I chuckle. Tony stretches his arms in the air, making a loud, drawn out grunt.

“You just don’t understand action movies.” Sam says. I raise my eyebrows.

“You mean the countless sex scenes? Yes, I’m sure you understand those very well.” I shake my head and plunk the empty popcorn bowl into the sink. Everyone begins to bid others farewell, each heading down to their bedrooms. I call goodnight to everyone as I wash the bowl, putting it away. By the time I’m done, everyone is long gone. I turn off the lights behind me and tiptoe in the opposite direction of my room.


My hand wraps around the doorknob, slowly and silently twisting it and pushing the door open. I close it behind me as I walk in, clicking the the lock in place. My bare feet cross the room and crawl into the bed. His arms are wide open, urging me in. The smells of mint leaves and popcorn fill my nostrils. I enter the duvet and lay down facing him, his arms snaking around my waist and pulling me closer. I breathe onto his Adam’s apple, my hands on his bare chest.

“Hey, doll-face.” he says quietly, resting his chin on my hair. I smile at his soft voice.

“Hi.” I whisper.


“Dammit, Barnes, wake up!” a voice speaks distinctly. My eyes open groggily, looking for the source of the noise. I shoot up, realizing someone is at the door. “Barnes!” There’s a loud bang from the other side of the door, Nat slamming her fist down on it over and over again. I shake his chest, earning a groan from the sleeping body beside me.

“Bucky.” I whisper. “Bucky.” He inhales and opens his eyes slowly, responding identically to me at the pounding of the door.

“Shit.” he mutters. He gets out of the bed and moves to the door. I bolt up and tiptoe into the closet as he unlocks the door and opens it.

“Finally.” Nat mutters. “There’s a mission debriefing in an hour.” she says.

“Ok.” Bucky says drowsily, pretending he’s still in a half-asleep state.

“Also, Stark wants you to come into the lab to do some science-y shit with your arm.” I can picture Bucky rolling his eyes without having to witness it.

“Alright.” he says. “I’ll talk to him about it.” The door closes after a moment, and I let out the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. I step out of the closet and look at him. There’s an amused smile on his face, and I roll my eyes.

“Ugh” I groan. “I feel like I’m committing a crime just being around you.” He walks to me and places his hands on my hips, the metal making me shiver even through my hoodie.

“Do you wanna tell them?” he asks. I furrow my brows.

“Not yet. I want it to be just the two of us. For at least a bit longer.” He nods in understanding and leans his head down to touch his lips to mine softly. My fingertips go to his jawline, feeling his scruff. I pull away for a moment. "The debriefing.” I remind him.

“It’s in an hour.” he mumbles, sliding his hands down to the back of my thighs and lifting me up. The familiar, cool feeling of metal on my skin makes goosebumps rise on my legs. I instinctively wrap my limbs around him.

“Yeah, but if I’m not back in my room soon…” I say quietly next to his ear. He grumbles into my chest. I smile as he puts me down and stares at my eyes. The corners of his mouth turn up as he focuses in on me, only me. It’s the most liberating feeling in the world.

“Ok.” he says softly. He leans down and kisses my cheek before leading me to the door, a hand on the small of my back. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes and hugging him tightly. His arms find my waist and fasten me to him. I sigh and let go, turning back to the door and opening it slightly. Looking through each side of the hallway to make sure the coast is clear, I step out of the room and begin walking down the hall. Once I’ve entered the lounge, I see Nat and Steve sitting on the couch, their chests pressed up against the back, looking in my direction. Nat throws her arms in the air.

“I KNEW IT!” she bellows. Steve itches the back of his neck, throwing a twenty dollar bill at Nat. She cackles and falls on her back, throwing her shins around. My eyes widen and I look back down the hall I just emerged from. Bucky’s door is already closed. It takes seconds for me to go beet red. I’m frozen in place. Nat regains herself, both she and Steve looking at me expectantly with smirks of amusement.

“What?” I croak. Nat smiles and gets up, tucking the bill into her pocket. Tony emerges from a hallway, shaking his hair with a towel.

“What is happening?” he says. “Who is yelling?” I begin to sidestep toward my room when a door opens down the hall. Bucky comes out of his room with a shirt and joggers on. He begins to walk towards me, realizing I haven’t moved since I left his room.

“What’s going on?” he says, entering the room. Steve shakes his head at him, smirking.

“Don’t try to play dumb, Bucky. Why didn’t you tell us you two were together?” he asks. Bucky’s eyebrows raise. I look at him and groan. He chuckles sheepishly.

“You guys didn’t know?” Tony says, tossing his towel on the ground behind him.

“You did?” Steve asks. Tony folds his arms.

“You people forget, I built this tower from the ground up. I see everything that goes on. Except in your own bedrooms, which,” Tony raises an eyebrow at Bucky and me, “thank God.”

“We have no privacy in this place.” I mumble. Bucky smiles, clearly unbothered by the situation. I try to follow suit. These are my friends. I shouldn’t shy away from my feelings in front of my friends. I smile nervously, shaking my head and looking at my feet as Nat calls dibs on having our first child be named after her.

  • Ahsoka: What’s wrong?
  • Barriss: Nothing. It’s just that adults are boring and I hate them. And I don’t want to buy all this stupid, boring adult stuff and become boring adults.
  • Ahsoka: Hey, listen to me. Yes, we’re going to get a dish rack and shower curtains and a cutting board. But if you think for a second that I’m not also gonna get that marshmallow shooter, so that I can shoot you with marshmallows when you’re asleep, then you’re the dumbest woman I know.
  • Barriss: You’re gonna make me cry.
A face so pure and sweet - a glamour spell

This is a mask that my sister gave me the recipe for, she’s in school to become a skin care specialist. I told her I needed a mask to shrink my pores and get rid of my black heads and she sent me this. It’s all natural which is why I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to make it into a spell.


Things you‘ll need:

Raw virgin coconut oil (make sure it’s non-gmo)

Raw honey

Turmeric

A lemon

A bowl & a spoon

What to do:

  1. Put 2 tbs. of coconut oil, 1 tbs. of honey, 1 tsp. of lemon juice, and ½ a teaspoon of turmeric into a bowl and mix.
  2. Charge with intent
  3. Apply to face (it gets kind of runny)
  4. Wait 10 minutes or more before washing off

I took a ritual bath with a bath bomb I made and put a spoonful of this into the water. The bath bomb had purification powder in it, and this mask’s ingredients are heavy with purifying properties. My skin feels amazing and I smell pretty amazing also. I don’t know where she got the recipe from, so I’m not claiming to have made it up on my own. I may put instructions for the ritual bath!

I suggest storing it somewhere cool, so the coconut oil stays solid.

I charged the mask with the intent of purification and to draw in a lover (the honey).

This is also a super low-key spell for witches who are in the broom closet.

*EDIT* Lemon is a natural toner / astringent, and it also lightens skin. So if you are darker complected and don’t want your skin to lighten. (though I don’t think that would happen with this) Replace the lemon with something that would appeal more to your skin tone! :)