#added white and red paint and some metal and well! i have a nope shoe earring now

[neonstatic]

when there's no merch for the media you like, sometimes you wait, sometimes you gotta make it yerself

[ID: A single earring of a rubber sandal. It is baby blue with a white ribbon and insole, and the upper left tip has a drop of red on it, similar to a blood stain. End ID]

[fanaticfangirl001]

The One and Only Ms.Mercury pt 2

Rami x reader (Freddie’s daughter)

Author’s note: Let’s do this guys! 

Vocab words: Take away- delivery food. (In the Uk you can get more than pizza delivered) 

Also for future reference:  Dad refers to Freddie, Papa refers to Jim. 

Ps: This one seemed short, but it also seemed natural to stop it there. 

Thought you guys might enjoy this.

@queen-irl-af

@kiillerqueeen

@rami-malek-trash

*I guess I’ll use the same gif because the other gifs aren’t loading. 

Y/n kicks off her shoes near the front door and goes up the stairs to her room. She flops onto her bed and picks up her sketchbook from the night stand. Grabbing a pencil she sketches a simple drawing of her dad’s, based off a picture inside a little pink frame that’s laying on her desk. Y/n is sitting on Freddie’s lap. Both of them are wearing plastic tiaras and feather boas,eating cake. It’s from her second birthday.

 Her art style has varied during her four years on YouTube but it typically stays within a cartoon like style, roundish characters with thick outlines. Many of her professors hated the style but she never really cared what they said, as most of the artwork that they preferred were sad people, or too pretentious for Y/n’s liking. She didn’t really show many people her artwork offline in “real life” due to many of their “criticisms”. 

Y/n sets down her sketchbook, and walks over to her cabinet of art supplies, mostly gifted to her by the companies for reviewing it, or from art subscription boxes. She pulls out two watercolor palettes one for the skin tones, and another for bright metallic neons. Y/n tosses some fine liner markers onto her bed followed by the pallet. 

She drops herself onto the bed and starts erasing the lines lightly so she can line them with the markers. Rolling the kneaded eraser in her hands, Y/n starts thinking: This movie is going to change things. The only reason I’m not hounded by reporters is because I stay in and stay out of the spotlight. Me helping on this movie, thrusts me into some spotlight. I’m also a woman so there’s that added pressure. 

Y/n puts down her eraser and closes her sketchbook. She walks to the bathroom and stares into the mirror. She rubs the bottom of her chin, bumpy due to the acne that wanted to stick around and takes the pony-tail holder out of her hair. Spotlight, do I need an esthetician, or a glam squad when I leave the house? Am I British Kardashian? I mean I have the ass of one, and that’s from take-away. Are people going to expect me to dress like my dad? 

Y/n shakes her head of all the crazy thoughts and started the water for a nice soothing bath. She finds the four bath bubblers from Lush and crumbles them under the faucet. The bubbles and foam threaten to overfill the tub. Y/n strips off her jumper and jeans. She carefully sinks into the bath. Her phone rings to the custom ring meaning that her Uncle John is calling. Y/n carefully stands up and grabs her phone. 

“How was the business dinner?” John asks once Y/n picks up. 

“You knew.” Y/n says exasperated shaking her head. 

“You didn’t?” John adds. 

“Nope, disguised it like a family dinner. There’s gonna be a Queen movie, by the way.” Y/n adds. 

“Are you going to be on set?” John asks. 

“No I’m just gonna let them fuck my dad’s image up the arse.” Y/n sasses her uncle. 

“Language Y/n, who the fuck taught you those words.” John sasses back. 

“Did you just want to sass your niece or is there a reason for this lovely phone call?” Y/n asks 

“Luke said you seemed upset after the dinner, and I wanted to check up on you.” John says. 

“Uncle John, you’re getting sappy.” Y/n teases. 

“Let a grouchy old man care about his niece, who needs to visit him more.” John replies. 

“I’m sensing you also want me to visit because I made chocolate cake and brought it the last time.” Y/n muses. 

“Call it a consolation prize.” John offers. 

“Are you saying that you were suffering because my presence was not there.” Y/n says dramatically. 

“Severely.” John sasses her with his dramatics. 

“I’ll come by more.” Y/n adds, “ With cake.” 

The typical goodbyes are said and Y/n hangs up the phone to enjoy the rest of her bubble bath. 

She carefully gets out and grabs a towel to dry off, then puts on a fluffy purple robe. 

I need to edit, record a voice over, and then go back to the drawing. 

Y/n walks over to her desk and sits down ready to edit. The video she filmed yesterday is a review of a subscription box and using the art supplies in it. The sketch went well but as she went on to color it, something seemed off and it looked better in black and white. This sometimes happened when she worked with a supply she wasn’t familiar with like makers. She speed up the sketching and erasing portion of the video and shortened the thirty minutes of drawing down to fifteen minutes, including the initial opening and swatching of the materials. Y/n takes a sip of water and plugs in her microphone to record her commentary. 

She begins introducing the video and its main contents being the box and the challenge of using all the materials in it to make something. Y/n during the swatching section says the colors of markers: a mustard yellow, olive green, and a cranberry red might be a little difficult to use together, and that she isn’t very comfortable with markers but she’ll make the best of it. The first idea for her challenge is to draw a person but every practice attempt was erased because she didn’t like the head, or the proportions. 

Y/n finally decided on drawing a badger wearing a  yellow bobble-hat, sitting on a moss covered log, eating berries. Her commentary ranged from artistic decisions, to wonder what badgers actually eat, or if a badger could comprehend the color yellow and all it’s majesticness. Most people that watch her videos enjoy her ramblings in the background as they see a piece go from a brainstorm to a finished project, because she seems so genuine and a little odd. Y/n signs off from her video in the traditional way with “ Stay weird, Stay Mad, and always draw with Mercury.” 

She chose the name Drawing With Mercury, for two reasons: one, Y/n’s favorite Disney movie has always been Alice in Wonderland, especially for the character, Mad Hatter, and two, she wanted to use her last name since, it’s a pretty cool last name, and you only live once. She uploaded her first video and received a warm welcome from her subscribers. In the beginning there were a few mean comments but they weren’t about her appearance as she only showed her hands in her videos. 

Y/n splices the audio with the video and rewatches herself draw, erase, draw again, ink, then color her drawing. She uploads the video and waits for it to be complete which for this video and with her wifi connection it would take around an hour. She opens her sketchbook back to the drawing of her birthday with Dad and takes out her water color pallet. Dipping her water brush pen into the paint, a small tear dripped from her eyes, fell from her cheek and onto the corner of the page. 

“I miss you, Dad.” Y/n says to no one as she fills in his face with color. 

There was no copying the photograph perfectly. Freddie in the pictures, looking down at his messy daughter with chocolate cake on her face, his face shows nothing but adoration and pure happiness. It was his idea for a princess party, since every Sunday the three of them would have tea parties and Y/n always loved dressing up. Y/n looking up at her dad with same look in her eyes as his. 

Y/n rubs her eyes and continues painting the party outfits, even the feather boas and tiaras. She puts the sketchbook on her dresser letting the paint dry and falls onto her bed. She opens her small jewelry box on her nightstand and takes out her silver heart locket with a smaller heart diamond on the front. Y/n opens the locket looking at the small picture of her Dad and Papa. 

“I miss you, Papa.” She says again, to no one. 

She lightly kisses the locket and puts it back in the box, and puts it in the first drawer of the night stand. Y/n pulls the covers tightly around herself and slowly falls asleep to the rain hitting the roof.

[queen-of-regrets]

Lance does Keith's makeup

A/N: Tbh I think this is the fastest I’ve ever written something in a looonnngg time. Also, fair warning - I have like a very small sense of how makeup works. So I apologize in advance if my descriptions make no sense (^▽^;) Enjoy!

read it here on ao3

“Hold still dammit,” Lance took ahold of Keith’s chin to turn his face back to the front, only to be met with a scowl, “And stop looking at me like that. I’m the one doing you a favor here!”

Ignoring him, Keith scrunched up his nose even more, which was definitely not adorable. Nope, not adorable at all - if anything it was annoying. Yep that’s it, annoying.

“I can do this by myself you know.”

Lance raised an eyebrow,  “Yeah well you tried that, and Allura said you failed, soooo - ”

“She didn’t say that!”

The blue paladin scoffed, “Oh really? Allura!” Lance called over his shoulder, “Didn’t you say Keith failed doing his makeup the first time?”

Across the room, Allura was applying her own makeup in front of the room’s large mirror while giving Shiro pointers on how to do his. She paused, regarding them in the reflection of the mirror, “No, I didn’t say he failed -”

“Thank you!”

“But, Oclialians have a very specific design their faces have to contain when engaging in formal affairs. It would be considered rude to them if your face wasn’t painted in the same style. Besides, Lance seems to be the one with the better handle on how it’s supposed to look,” she gestured over to Pidge, who was too busy fiddling with some tech stuff on the floor to partake in the conversation.

Lance had done her makeup earlier, and was quite proud of how it had turned out. Her eyelids held a beautiful gradient of gold to emerald green glitter eyeshadow starting from the inner corners of her eyes. The subtle black winged eyeliner and mascara further accented the colors of eyeshadow. Underneath her eyes a pool of gold glitter flecked with green formed and then trailed almost tear-like tracks down her cheeks. Her lips were painted with a light pink color so as not to draw attention away from her eyes (which Allura had said was the most important part). All in all, he thought he’d nailed it.

“Still doesn’t explain why I can’t do it myself.” Keith grumbled, looking down at his shoes.

Lance sighed, “Look straight, dude.” he gently tilted Keith’s chin back upwards. In the split-second he averted his gaze to grab the eye primer, he missed the slight flush that spread across Keith’s face, “And I believe it’s because you seem to have some kind of personal vendetta against glitter.”

Keith’s face quickly morphed into outrage, “I do not!”

“Yes you do!” Shiro shouted back from across the room, where he was applying his own silver glitter tears with flecks of black.

“Do not!”  

“Well I think the fact that we had to get Lance to do your makeup because you refused to put on the glitter, speaks for itself.”

Keith made an irritated ‘tsk’ sound and leaned back against the wall he was standing by, “Glitter’s annoying. It might look all aesthetically pleasing at first, but then before you know it, it’s everywhere. And months later you’ll still be finding specks of it all over you. Especially if it was in your hair. At that point it’s never getting out and you’ll just have to live with glitter infested hair for the rest of your life.”

Lance glanced back at Shiro questioningly. The black paladin only shook his head with an exasperated look on his face, before going back to working on his own look.

He wasn’t sure if that response meant ‘Keith’s had some traumatic experiences with glitter in the past - don’t ask’ or ‘I once dumped a bucket of glitter on Keith’s head when we were kids and he still hasn’t forgiven me’ or … ok yeah those were the only two reasonings he could think of.

“Well I hear you, man. Glitter sucks. In that respect, at least.” he agreed, turning back to Keith, who had been staring at him with his perpetually furrowed brows. Lance resisted the urge to reach out and smooth over Keith’s face to get it to fricking relax for once in his life, “But for the sake of Voltron, you have to wear it.” Keith immediately groaned, banging the back of his head against the wall, “Oh come on, Mullet. Don’t be so dramatic.”

Keith looked at him incredulously, eyebrow raised, “I’m the dramatic one now?”

Lance rolled his eyes, “Well yes clearly, if this is how you react to the prospect of wearing glitter. But don’t worry, if it’s any consolation I’ll keep up the emo theme for you.”  he couldn’t help the sly grin that slide across his face in spite of the death glare Keith sent him, “Ok but seriously, I need you to close your eyes.”

Keith complied without further complaint, much to Lance’s relief. The feeling that Keith was staring into the very depths of his soul as Lance did his makeup was a little disconcerting to say the least.

“Why do I even have to go to this diplomatic meeting anyway?” Keith questioned as Lance applied the primer on his eyelids, “Why can’t Hunk or Lance go instead? They’d fit in way better than I would.”

Lance stopped, his instinctive defensiveness kicking in, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Keith sighed, “Well, I mean you and Hunk are like really good at dealing with these kinds of social situations,” his eyes were still closed, despite the fact that Lance had stopped applying makeup, “You always know the right thing to say in every situation. People don’t hate you right off the bat, and you get along with practically everyone. Meanwhile, I’m more …”

“Stab first, talk later?”

Keith grimaced, “Yeah … I’m not good at these things.”

“Well I’m afraid it’s not really up to us to decide who goes and who stays,” Allura said apologetically, while putting the finishing touches on her face, “Oclialia’s leaders were very explicit on which of us they wanted to be attending this meeting to discuss their planet’s future relations with Voltron.”

Lance tried not to let the fact that he hadn’t been picked to attend this super special important meeting sting him too much. Instead he refocused on applying the rest of the primer just underneath Keith’s eyes.

At least Hunk isn’t going either, Lance thought, capping the primer bottle and trading it with the glitter eyeshadow pallet on the table next to him. It would’ve hurt a lot more if Lance turned out to be the only paladin not chosen to attend.

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he reassured Keith, as he started dabbing some color onto his eyelid, “You probably won’t have to say much anyway. Just sit there and look pretty while the adults do the talking.”

Keith scowled at the same time Pidge said “I’d be down for that.”

Lance shot a look over his shoulder at Pidge.

“What?” she crossed her arms, sitting up straighter over her mess of metal and wires on the floor, “I need to work on this thing!”

He rolled his eyes, smiling as he imagined Pidge just sitting in the middle of the big conference area tinkering away, not caring for the exasperated looks Allura and Shiro would be sending her. He turned back towards Keith, “Well if Pidge has something to look forward to during a boring diplomatic meeting, I’m sure you’ll find something to keep yourself occupied.” he remarked, finishing up the base layer of color on Keith’s eyelids. Keith was still scowling.

“I’d rather have you be there too.” Keith mumbled, so softly Lance almost missed it.

But he didn’t. His brush froze in midair as his heart suddenly seemed to soar straight out of his chest.

He didn’t know how the heck to respond to that, so instead he coughed awkwardly and said, “Dude, you need to stop scowling. It’s making me mess up.”

The red paladin’s face immediately smoothed over into a neutral expression. Lance took a minute to appreciate how calm and serene he looked (which wasn’t a weird thing to do, shut up, Pidge), before continuing to work on his eyeshadow.

“I’m being serious,” Keith said after a few seconds, “This would be a lot more tolerable if you were there.”

“Tolerable? That’s it? “ Lance joked, “Not even enjoyable? Just tolerable?”

“It’s still a diplomatic meeting. How the hell would you make it enjoyable?”

“I have my methods,” he smirked, “Now, shut up and don’t move unless you want me to poke your eyes out. I need to concentrate.”

Lance made quick work with the eyeliner and mascara, then moved onto the vital piece. He decided to experiment a bit, and go for something like Allura did - bringing the same gradient from the eyeshadow down to the tear tracks as well. But instead of a pink to gray blend with white specks, he gave Keith a blue to purple blend with subtle specks of red mixed in there.

He definitely wasn’t adding blue because he was extremely curious as to what Keith would look like in that color. Nope, not at all. He wasn’t even sure if the red would go well with these shades.

“Alrighty,” Lance announced once he’d finished putting on the lipstick, finally leaning back and capping the tube as he did so. He glanced back at the table with his array of makeup supplies, setting the lipstick back in it’s proper place, “I think I-“ then he looked back up.

Big mistake.

The rest of his words caught in his throat as his heart did one fell swoop inside his chest upon seeing the sight before him. Now that he wasn’t focusing so intently on key parts of Keith’s face, he saw it, like really saw it, in all it’s entirety.

“Lance? Are you done?”  Keith opened his eyes and holy mother of quiznak.

He was suddenly very aware of just how fast his heart was racing.

Amidst the intense colors surrounding his eyes, Keith’s blue-gray eyes now appeared almost purple. They practically glowed. The glittered tear tracks running down his cheeks made it look like he was crying a galaxy populated by red stars that flickered when he tilted his head.

It was-

He was-

Gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, ten-out-of-ten would give up left arm to see this face again, his jumbled mind supplied helpfully. Yet all those words seemed like a severe understatement to what was standing in front of him.

And despite the short-circuiting his brain seemed to be experiencing, he dimly noted that blue looked extremely good on Keith.

“Lance?” the furrowed brows were back, “What’s wrong? Did you mess up something?” Keith eyed him suspiciously as he moved to make his way over to the mirror, immediately snapping Lance out of his reverie.

He whipped around just as Keith caught sight of his reflection. He stopped short. For a minute, he just stared at himself, wide-eyed in a mixture of shock and … awe?

“Woah,” he breathed, taking a step closer to mirror, eyes still gleaming with that weird mix of emotions that Lance couldn’t quite place.

Allura glanced up from where she was putting away her makeup supplies, giving Keith’s face a once over before meeting the blue paladin’s stare in the mirror’s reflection. She grinned, “Nice work, Lance.”

At his name, Keith turned around to face him, but Lance instantly averted his gaze, electing to stare down at his shuffling feet,

“Lance I-” he swallowed, still reeling in from the shock, “This is- Thank-”

“It’s no problem, really. No need to thank me. It’s nothing,” he said hurriedly, cutting Keith off before he could finish. He didn’t know if his heart could handle it if Keith actually thanked him, “Anyway, I should probably go find Hunk and Coran. They’re probably dying from lack of my amazing presence,” he tried to joke as he awkwardly shuffled towards the door, avoiding all eye contact, “Alrighty then, I guess I’ll see you guys later, good luck at the meeting, bye!”

In his haste to leave the room, he missed the knowing smirk Pidge sent after him.

He also missed how Keith, with his purple hued eyes and galaxy tears, smiled.