SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.
A/N: Decided to give you guys a short chapter because I haven’t updated in a while. Plus, it’s almost Christmas.
Word Count: 1014 Warnings: Bad day, mentions of abuse and neglect, fluff
“She’s moping again.” Steve sighed, nudging Bucky in the ribs when they saw you.
Bucky nodded, eyeing you from across the room. You were sitting still as Dr. Cho attached a few more wires to your head and chest, watching the snow fall over the city. “It’s almost Christmas and all she wants is to see her old home.”
“Alright, one more time, okay? Tell me when you feel pain.” Dr. Cho told you quietly and you nodded, eyes flickering over to where Bucky and Steve stood watching.
A couple of fun costume things that I learned (or relearned? it has been a long time) whilst checking things for the Fashion of Nemesis post, but couldn’t find space for:
Iain McCiag’s original intention was that Maul wore feathers on his head, attached to a wire. The act of wrapping the feathered wire around his head was to be a meditative act of self-flagellation, each feather having to hit exactly the right point or he would have to start over. The design, when passed on to the creatures department, was interpreted as horns, and that’s how we ended up with the spiky zabrak we all know and, uh, know today.
Maul’s markings were created in a frustrated accident of spilled ink, and were developed and finalised through experimental rorsharch-like ink blottings.
Iain McCaig, The Art of Star Wars The Phantom Menace
This sketch also demonstrates the original ‘muscle suit’ costume before it was decided to more directly mirror the Jedi costumes, and design something more sympathetic to movement and combat.
Maul’s one piece of bling, an earring in his left ear, was never a part of his character design. It was Ray Park’s own, and he was wearing the earring when he sat down in the make-up chair. Hours later, when he stepped in front of the camera, it was still there and wasn’t noticed until it had been shot on and established. The earring stayed for the remainder of the shoot, and Maul has stuck with this one concession to fashion all the way through the Clone Wars to rebels. Despite its constant presence over 20 years, it has never been given an explanation or backstory. Maul just really likes it, ok.
Can we please talk about Maya's face right after Riley follows Lucas after he nods at her to follow, especially when lucas did the exact same move in maya's fantasy with him when he's telling her to go with him into the purple cat club? Because I'm emotional
Yes! Caught the face, but not the nod parallel. That’s actually VERY interesting, when you think about it.
In terms of Maya’s face, I do think that’s basically just about Riley leaving and the emotional weight of that, but the nod is an interesting subtle potential callback to Ski Lodge, which does make you wonder if it there was maybe a little more to it.
Lucas does the head nod to Maya in Maya’s fantasy when they go into the purple cat club aka Topanga’s, where the countdown begins and the bomb goes off because lucaya can’t cut the red wire.. Lucas does the head not to Riley in real life when they leave Topagana’s to say goodbye.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Nokki is a young representative of a rare species of cats that inhabit the far tundra wasteland. She is not a cub, but not an adult yet. As soon as they get older, they lose their stripes on coat. I was inspired by different animals, but most of all by cats. Made of super sculpey, faux fur, wire armature. Althoug her head is casted in resin it’s absolutely one of a kind work and it wont be reproduced.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
I got wiring loose inside my head I got books that I never ever read I got secrets in my garden shed I got a scar where all my urges bled I got people underneath my bed I got a place where all my dreams are dead Swim with me into your blackest eyes
have I ever mentioned how the (understandable, often necessary) dialogue about how abused people often honestly love their abusers and do as much cognitive gymnastics as possible to not see themselves as having been treated poorly -
- gets a LOT of wires crossed in my head with ableist shit about the necessity of Empathy and Love and Having Good Emotions -
(especially the more a given post or article’s language universalises the former, heeyyyyyy)
- to the point of my intuition basically parsing it as “you are not a good enough abused and also probably just a sociopathic jackass if you weren’t Appropriately Sympathetic and Attached, and Subsequently Devastated To Have Your Love Challenged”
Some more Aquarium Au, a little quick sketch of Koi Stan and Ford.
This is a point after Ford learns that Stanley’s eye sight is terrible, Ford figures he’d try to help Stan with his eye sight. After a trip to the top of the fish tank, Ford offers Stanley to look through his glasses to see how close or far off they’re vision is. Luckily for Ford Stanley has the same bad eye sight as Ford does and he makes him a pair of classes of his own, trying to use the type of thickened glass with wire wrapped around the lens for the frames, with some thin foam glued over the wire with a water proof adhesive (That way Stanley can wear them comfortably without the wires cutting his head, face and ears). They’re of course not perfect, they are good enough for Stan to see. Whom by the way is so shocked to See Ford so clearly, along with the rest of his surroundings with having to be pressed up close to it.