#Bc orange is greed

[oifaaa]

(Me with a mouthful of chips) Hang on the indigo lanterns work how?

Indigo lanterns emotion is compassion but unlike all the other colour lanterns (not including black, white or ultraviolet (?)) instead of the person having an abundance of that emotion its if the person lacks or doesn't have any compassion that's when they get a indigo ring to try and correct that or as a punishment it's weird

#Ask #Anon #It's not like it's the only ring to be a bit different #Orange only has one member #Or it used to #Bc orange is greed #So the leader would like possess all the other orange ring members #Black only consists of dead people #White is life #I can't actually even remember if the last Corp is ultraviolet #I think it is #It sounds familiar #Someone tell me if I'm right

[searchingforplanes]

All that I do is wait for you.

Notes: I’m a feminist but not when it comes to Matty Healy, clearly. On a more serious note, I wanted to participate in the tag cleanse so, here it is! 

P.s. It’s very loosely inspired by 'Batphone' by Arctic Monkeys and 'Wives and lovers' by Jack Jones bc they’ve been on repeat lately

TW: MDNI!, typos (english is not my first language), traditional gender roles/stay at home girlfriend brain rot, religious themes (I don't even know how that happened), smut 

WC: 1.9k 

You wait in silence on the rug of the living room, your back to the couch, your knees drawn up against your chest. Everything about this moment feels appropriate, normal, even comfortable, from the stiffness of your now cold limbs to the slight smell of smoke and ashes coming from the wood stove in the corner, the only light source that you allowed yourself to keep on.

It suits you, an almost hermit-like situation, silence as your only companion in a never ending wait for salvation. 

He had called you several hours prior from an airport located in a warmer country, telling you he was on his way. You knew it. Of course you knew it. You didn't talk much during touring days but you religiously kept track of his schedule, every stop carefully listed by him on a piece of paper now attached with an apple-shaped magnet on the refrigerator door. Little boxes accompanied each one of them for you to cross; today, the last little square was ticked off.

You recall the first time you had to welcome him home after such a long time. You had felt lost. Did he need anything? A ride from the airport, a warm meal, a new set of lingerie to rip off of you? You had pondered his return so much that your mind had started to suggest you had chosen a life that couldn't belong to you. Sooner or later, you had thought, he would have realized your inadequacy to fill the spot beside him at dinners or at the pub, to fill his house, to fill the rest of his life with, maybe even his grave in the family chapel up north. Concerns, heavy like lead, had crowded your head to the point you felt the ground underneath you flex under the weight. 

First times are often embarrassing, sweet or clumsy, but the first time he had returned home to you it just felt… wrong, like you couldn’t provide him with an appropriate welcome. The echo of his footsteps around the house had felt chastising and more similar to the sound of whip to the one of your lover's return. 

You had spoken to him about it some time later, explaining the lack of purpose you felt laying there, waiting for him to rescue you instead of welcoming him, and he, of course, had told you not to worry, and that 'he wasn't a soldier, he was just doing his job like a normal human being'.

While you trusted him, you realized that the former suggestion resonated with you in a way that you couldn't quite comprehend at first. Maybe it was distasteful to think about his absence that way, considering that greed and gluttony would be the only real threats to his well being while on tour, but the lack of him made you feel like a military widow nonetheless. In a way, you were sharing him with an entire nation, multiple ones even, all waiting for him to offer guidance to his community. The parallel probably didn't make any sense, but it gave you a purpose.

That's why a cherry tart was in the fridge, Nick Drake was softly singing from the record player and you were now sitting facing the windows with wet hair and red lipstick on, waiting for him to turn up. A silly little routine maybe, but comforting, something that generations of awaiting women before you probably had done, the anxiety of being nice and put together for the man you love.

Suddenly your train of thought is cut off at the shower of light that fills the room. It's a sudden flash, the rays filtering through the blinds and painting your face striped before the glow of his low beams curves slightly and then dies on the driveway, replaced by a quick splash of orange. 

You could recognize it anywhere.

It's like experiencing the beginning of the universe, like discovering that life exists outside these four walls, a big bang happening just outside the windows, giving you a world to finally live in. You slowly get up, counting down the twenty seconds it will take for your Adam to reach his garden of Eden. 

His silhouette finally fills the glass door frame, standing straight to watch yours behind the frosted barrier. He pushes the handle and finally he’s in front of you, the first man to ever exist. It’s routine now, his hand coming behind your back to push you towards him and then coming to your waist, grabbing at the fabric of your white nightgown and crinkling it with his tan fingers, the other hand still on the handle, his lips coming down to leave a butterfly-weighted kiss at the corner of your upper lip, the gesture so delicate it could have been the night breeze. 

Soon you’re in bed, the white cotton covering you giving the appearance of innocence, contrasting widely with the man kneeled at the foot of the mattress. He looks like sex personified. He has discarded his shirt on his way to the bedroom, following the flowy nightgown up the stairs, and he is now unbuckling his belt with one hand, the other keeping your foot in place, caressing the ankle with his middle finger. Without the support of the leather strip his dress pants fall just a little lower on his hips, gracing you with the spectacle of his ‘v’ shaped abdomen and his rose tattoo. You don’t dare move just yet, enjoying the way he naturally takes the lead. He unbuttons his slacks, standing up to undress himself completely, half-lidded eyes never leaving your figure. He then crawls over, lifting the nightgown just above your belly button, littering your stomach with small, wet kisses, lingering on your pelvis before crashing his tongue flat against your cunt. He caresses your thighs while he eats you out, slowly lifting your legs to circle his head with, clamping around his ears, the tips of his fingers barely grazing upon the skin, agonizingly ticklish. He slowly trails two of his fingers down and into you, curling into your sweet spot with surgical precision while his lips suck on your clit with unrelenting eagerness. You are panting furiously, swears cascading off your lips with ease and mixing with pleads of his name but he suddenly stops, raising his head just enough so that his breath is still teasing your core.

‘You need you to be a little bit louder princess, I can’t hear your sweet moans with the way you’re crushing my skull’ 

You desperately nod, anything to have him back there and, just as a little aid, you slide your legs down to his throat, choking him slightly and eliciting a deep groan out of him. He instantly resumes with flickers of his tongue, making sure to maintain eye contact with you while you reach your high again. You cross your ankles on his back,tightening the grip around him and cutting his blood flow just a tad more; he takes the hint, increasing the rhythm of his fingers until you’re cumming on his face, completely enveloping him for good with your limbs, his name reverberating in the air like a sinful litany. 

He climbs your body in a couple of swift moves and now you’re face to face, his wet, swollen lips brushing yours, his breath hot against your cheeks. He looks quite a state. Unruly curls, sunken cheekbones, a rosy flush across his neck.

‘Welcome back, baby’

He chuckles darkly, his erection twitching against your thigh, pressing into your flesh through his boxer in search of relief. You slide your hand across his chest, almost feeling his ribs. You’d love to tear him apart just to count them, just to make sure that you haven’t dreamt it: there’s a missing one. God, if he exists, made you out of it, out of him. Maybe that’s why you’re always trying to be as close as possible to one another.

He does just so, after peeling the last piece of clothing off himself, sliding inside of you like he hadn’t left in the first place. He starts moving slowly, standing a little straighter to watch you squirm and whine.

‘What’s wrong baby? Do you want me to stop?’ He coos. He knows exactly what you want, the condescending tone not helping your situation. 

‘Need- need to feel you better’

‘Is that so, princess? Did I make you too wet? Let you make it up to you, yeah?’

He finally undresses you completely, crumpling the nightgown in his hands, bottoming out completely and wiping your cunt, the friction causing a small moan out of you. 

When he finally thrusts into you again, the burn is so delicious you can feel your eyes roll into your skull.

‘Is that better baby? You’re such a dirty fuck doll, so eager for this dick that you want it to feel it split you open’

You choke out a broken moan, fire licking up your limbs and feeding the warm feeling in your lower stomach.

‘Answer me princess, don’t be shy’

‘Y-Yeah I am Matty, fuck’

His thrusts get faster as a way to reward you, the effort making his smirk fade in favour of a much more fucked out expression. He’s on the edge as much as you. You can feel the pleasure reaching an impossible level of tightness in your stomach and you grab his forearm with your hand  in anticipation, fingernails planting into his tattoos. 

‘Keep looking at me when you cum on my cock kitten’ 

Matty’s request sounds more like an order you can barely follow when your orgasm actually hits you, eyelids fluttering and hands scratching his tense back, your legs twitching like a shock wave had just hit you. Matty does his best to ground you, his hands keeping your hips glued to the mattress while he keeps fucking into you. 

‘Matty you can’t anymore, ‘m too overstimulated’

He coos at you, sweetly condescending, your whispered pleas almost amusing him.

‘Yes you can, baby. Just a bit more, okay? I’ll cum with you, promise’

You nod your head the best you can, feeling the tension starting to rise again when he starts to gently rub at your clit with his thumb, leaning to cover your cheeks with small kisses that contrast with his frantic thrusts.

‘Where do you want me, princess?’

It’s a rhetorical question, you both know it, but you don’t seem to be able to answer him. Even with your mouth agape, air isn’t filling your lungs, and you can only trust him to understand you when you trail a hand down to your lower stomach, resting it on the spot where you can feel the head of his cock hitting. 

He smirks down at you, his expression scrunching up a second later when he feels you clenching around him. 

‘I’ll fill you up good, kitten, don’t worry about it, you just have to let go. Wanna feel you milking my cock for what it’s worth’ 

His words finally make you crumble a second time, tears brimming your eyes while he fucks you through your orgasm until he is on the brink too, admiring your fucked out expression before releasing inside of you. 

He rolls off of you, his arms coming to cradle your head while you try to regain your breathing rhythm. 

‘I’m never gonna leave again’

You chuckle and slap his heaving chest.

‘You will, but I’ll wait for you. All that I do is wait for you.’

#matty healy #matty healy blurb #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy oneshot #the 1975

[averagestarkidfan]

ok I keep really wanting to analyze hatchetfield themes but literally what are the lords in black?? like from a storytelling standpoint why these five? what do these motifs come together to create? when you are designing a pantheon of malevolent deities, why do you choose these guys?

I think we all seem to start with Nibbly when analyzing because he has the clearest main motif (and also the most interesting imo) so maybe it's a seven deadly sins thing, and Nibbly is greed

but if it's deadly sins then why are there five of them? like maybe Wiggly is both greed and pride? and they took out envy? or something? it just doesn't make sense to me, even though seven deadly sins was one of the first things that came to mind

well let's consider Blinky then, because he also has a very clear main motif. maybe it's meant to be the five senses! Nibbly is taste and Blinky is sight, in accordance with their main features. then, Pokey can be hearing, because of the whole singular voice thing. and I guess Wiggly is touch, which is kind of a reach but that can be like consumerism or something... but then Tinky fucking ruins it! bc how is that fucker smell? what does he do that is smelly?

so back to square one I guess. maybe let's start from Wiggly this time, he is kinda the main guy. he's also very green! maybe it's a color thing? ignoring the fact that there's the wrong number of them (there being 6 colors in the rainbow), let's explore this theory

green is definitely characterized by jealousy and greed, which would fit the capitalism thing he's got going on. and Nibbly is pink, which is just red, which can represent passion, which kind of fits. blue for Pokey is like inspiration and imagination so.. theater? that fits I guess. Yellow is excitement, which definitely fits Tinky. Blinky is both purple and orange, and purple is like independence, dignity, and royalty? I'm kinda shoving the puzzle pieces together here but maybe it's like royalty sitting on the throne and.. like.. watching people? and the orange is for.. enthusiasm. because he watches people with enthusiasm. It sort of fits, but only if I force it.

maybe there's not really a pattern going on, but like what is the deal with these guys? like two of them have animal symbolism (Nibbly and Tinky being pigs and goats respectively) but then Pokey is like goo and masks and musical theater, and Blinky is all eyeballs, and Wiggly is sort of like... the system of capitalism? It's a mess. A masterful mess, don't get me wrong, but a mess nonetheless.

If anyone has more info or perhaps more coherent theories let me know, I'm kinda going crazy over here.

#starkid #lords in black #wiggly #wiggog y'wrath #nibbly #nibblenephim #blinky #bliklotep #tinky #t'noy karaxis #pokey #pokotho #nerdy prudes must die

[humming-fly]

I just saw your meta (from 2018 haha we recycle posts here) about Greed being the dedicated chimera keeper of the homonculi and 1) absolutely love that, incorporating it into my belief system, and 2) fits really well with a silly little HC I had that's like-

post canon, Greed is alive and well and being a minor nuisance in Xing. Al is also there, and also being a minor nuisance by slowly accumulating stray cats in the palace. Greed is a lil bummed that none of the cats will let him pet them :(

Until Al finds this, like- incredibly stupid orange tomcat. It's so dumb. it has a mangled ear and it is missing part of its tail, presumably bc it is too stupid to dodge. It is also incredibly affectionate, as stupid cats often are.

Anyway Al plonks that cat down in Greed's lap and the cat immediately starts purring up a storm and making cookies, and this is the story of how Greed was immobilized for several hours and missed a very important council meeting w Ling bc he was Otherwise Occupied.

chimera handler meta

oh my gosh what a lovely little HC! also i'm so glad you specified it was an orange cat cause yeah those really are the dumbest and friendliest creatures on the planet that totally would hang out around something that puts out Death Vibes haha

#thank you for sharing your thoughts! #also i'm so sorry i took 1000 years to reply i knew i wanted to draw something and then Totally spaced during inktober h a #reply #moth-time #my art #doodles #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #greedling #greed

[goldenageofwireless]

wait can u give me a quick rundown of ur ocs… so i can ask questions abt them 👀

yes ofc !!!! OK SO. My guy that im like hyperfixated on right now is Emil, he's a mad scientist guy and he SUCKS. basically he's just always been a pain in the ass since he was born and never really made an effort to be a better person. Also he's really fucking smart. He ends up getting really famous and wealthy cuz he invented something really cool (still hammering out deets on this, i like the idea of some kinda neural implant or advanced surveillance tech tho). He enjoys living in luxury but hates the constant attention, so one day he decides to abandon it all and isolate himself in his lab in rural Louisiana. He stays in isolation for like 5 or so years and gets soooo depressed. and keeps thinking gay thoughts about his former lab partner .... (i'll get to them in a bit) he just kinda ignores All That and keeps working. Until his lab partner shows up at his door and is like DUDE YOUR INVENTION CAUSED THE END OF THE FUCKING WORLD. and then they go on a lil road trip together to stop the Big Bad and Emil learns to stop sucking so much and take accountability for his actions :3 also heres a doodle i did of him recently <3

[ID: a digital drawing of op's character, Emil, visible from the waist up. Emil is a fat, white man with messy orange hair. He is wearing a white, short-sleeved lab coat, black gloves, and a purple button-up shirt. The shirt is unbuttoned a bit, and his cleavage is visible. He has green goggles on his head, and he's wearing colored contact lenses. His left eye is green, and his right is purple. He's frowning and glancing to the right/end ID] so Sahir !! They were Emil's lab partner in grad school. They're a botanical psychologist (some shit i made up, they're researching the cognitive abilities of plants). They've always been the quiet, out of the way, people-pleaser type. Emil kept them around bc they just went along with whatever he did. ANYWAY they always kinda had a crush on Emil and even when he ditched them when he got famous, they didn't stop thinking of him </3 So when shit goes down bc of his big fuckup they go find him and basically don't leave him alone until he gets off his ass and fixes it. They're still not really comfortable with standing up to him, so they just keep letting him be a dick to them until they just. have enough and totally snap. and that's kinda the inciting incident that makes Emil realize how much of a dick he is and why thats Bad actually. So Sahir's whole personal journey is basically unlearning their people-pleaser mentality and gaining confidence in themself <3 SO theyre the only two that really have a solid storyline at this point, i have a few misc guys ill drop tho :) ok so first up there's Mal (short for Malpractice Lawsuit), she's basically liiiike if u took the concept of capitalistic greed and made it into a lesbian robot <3 shes evil and she sucks and shes sooo hot and i wanna write her into emil and sahir's storyline but im not sure how atm !! but perhaps i will figure it out eventually !! and theres Marvin, he's a lil guy robot and my fav oc :3 he's just small and silly and also a genius who does Epic Cool Hacking Stuff but hes also an 8 year old who eats dirt then theres Hugo and Vicki, theyre cool and gay :) Hugo is the most anxious man alive (also hes from boston) and Vicki is a demon who just decided that xey like him and they hang out. not much story there they just kiss each other a lot

so yah !!! thats my guys !!!

#ty for asking i LOVE talking about my stupid lil fools ............. #maya tag #💜 #emil posting #askeroonies #oc talk

[scorple]

bc i have no control over my life and bc brennan HAD to have Hob say that Rue made him feel beautiful here you all go. [ao3 link here]

Rue has never known someone to look so beautiful. 

When they’ve calmed their pulse enough after the feeling of Hob’s hands on their arms——and oh gods if they had only known the way his hands would be so big, large enough to wrap around the thick muscle of their wing——and the vision of their claws together, Rue can only turn and stare. They’re not sure if it’s the soft light of the candles and magic giving way to the brilliant flashes of orange and red of the fireworks, but Hob is resplendent. 

They watch him stutter apologies, barely hearing any of it, too enraptured with him. Perhaps it is a trick of the light or maybe the fantastical feeling of attending a ball and being the one someone pursued, but Rue can not tear their eyes away from the nervous pull of Hob’s mouth or the gentle flick of his ears as he asks for their dance card, so sure it was already full. 

Perhaps it is the sheer disbelief in his eyes when they say, “Captain Hob, look around you. Who?”, like he can not imagine that there would not be throngs of fey waiting to dance with a 7-foot tall owlbear in a ballgown.

Or perhaps it is in the way they think they see that gleam of Goblin greed behind his eyes when he realizes he has them to himself. It's that same glint in his eye from the forest when they commanded him and he nearly let his instincts take over.

But instead, perhaps it is the careful look in his eye when they ask for his card in return. There is something holding him back and making him hesitate. When he waxed poetic over Rue’s qualities and the foolishness of the other fey, he had seemed so confident, so eager but when Rue asks for the same, offers to write their name on his card, he almost seems to fold into himself. There is much to be rebuilt within Captain Knickolas P. Hob.

They know that the events of the last night were hard on him. Rue was the cause after all, the one who set his mind going and forced him to think about how he has been treated. They know these things and yet they still have this burned urge to push him, keep pushing until he can finally see his worth. 

Perhaps then, it is when they call him a gentleman and his eyes widen and his breath catches in a way that is both adorable and attractive. 

It could be all those things that have left them here, but if Rue had to put coin down on it, they would say that it was, perhaps, the way his eyes never left theirs as he placed his card on the soft of his tongue, past his sharp teeth, and swallowed it down.

It all leads to the same place after all. 

Rue wants him.

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There is not much in the way of gentleness in the Goblin Court. Hob has been privy to many sleeping piles—-though he does not profess to loving the whole situation, what with there being too many bodies touching his and too many smells clogging his nose—-but even those come from necessity and not desire.

This is not the same at all.

Rue touches him like they want to cherish him. Every move from them is soft and slow. They take great care to never surprise him with a touch without a sound or word of warning first and it makes something tighten pleasantly in his stomach. It takes him a moment to realize why because it seems like ages ago that he grabbed them by the arms to ‘protect’ them and then stammered out his weakness to sudden and intense changes. So Rue has adjusted and erased sudden from the situation. 

Now the intense part, that is a different story.

Everything they do sparks something within Hob. The way they trail a hand along his back, claws catching slightly in the soft fabric of his coat. The way they bend close to speak to him, breath ruffling the fur on his cheek despite the music not being too loud to speak farther away. The way they guide him through different dances, never laughing at him but instead giggling with him as he makes misstep after misstep until the music turns slow and the night grows later, the shadows longer.

Every single moment of it is like a delicious torture Hob did not wish to escape from.

When the music is slow he feels a little more in control but then realizes that a waltz cannot be done without touching and his hands ache for Rue.

“Captain—-” Rue says, voice almost a bit shy for the first time this night. “Captain, do you know the steps to a waltz?” They are picking gently at one of the beautiful flowers on their dress in a way that makes Hob think they don’t even realize they’re doing it.

He clears his suddenly dry throat, feeling his ears go hot. “I’m afraid—-in the Goblin Army I mean—-”

Rue’s eyes crinkle in the way that he’s come to learn as a smile. “Not a lot of time for waltzing, I suppose.”

“And a fair lack of those tall enough to do it with!” Hob returns, chuckling loudly before tapering off. Rue lets out a soft laugh that sounds almost like the wings of a bird in the night, flapping overhead and Hob’s mind rushes to think he is the cause for such a beautiful sound.

They make a show of gesturing to themself, teasing lilt to their voice. “I don’t think that will be a problem tonight, Captain Hob.” He cannot stop the way his eyes rake over their form again and finds his mouth drying in a familiar way. They are so beautiful here in the darkening night, shrouded by moonlight and candlelight alike. When he doesn’t say anything, Rue hesitates. “I’m sorry—I don’t mean to push or make you feel—-”

Hob shakes slightly, like a wolf waking from a nap. He never wants to be the reason they hesitate. “No, never, Rue. I would be honored to dance with you if only you would show me the way.”

He swears the room gets brighter every time they smile.

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“I will take the lead, then,” Rue says, more confident than they feel. A waltz is a waltz is a waltz and they have been doing them for millenia over many Blooms and in even more late night fantasies in their room alone, but they have never waltzed while in love.

Someone had told them once that the dance changes with each partner. One might be stiff and formal, another silly and playful, but no one ever prepared them for what it would feel like in love.

As a rule, most owlbears cannot fly. There may be some adapted to it in the mortal realm, but Rue has never been privileged enough to do so.

Waltzing in love is the closest approximation to what they imagine it might feel like.

Hob is an excellent student and an avid listener who follows orders beautifully. They take him off to the side of the dance floor for a song or two and show him the most basic steps they know. He is attentive to their instructions and appreciative of their words of affirmation. They teach him to lead and to follow and when he completes a series of both steps well, Rue claps delightedly and says, “Yes, perfect, Captain!” Hob stutters for a moment, just long enough for Rue to notice and smiles shyly.

“You are an excellent teacher,” is his response. “I can only hope to someday be half as masterful and graceful as you are.” He ducks his head and Rue is glad because it makes him miss the moment where they almost reach to touch his face. “I am unworthy to be your student.”

That stops them for a moment.

Rue considers Hob carefully before taking him by the arm and heading for the dance floor. They will address his comment when his mind is focused on the steps and not on impressing them. “Come along, Captain.” They feel his arm relax under their grip and they smile. “Let’s put our lessons to the test, shall we?”

“Whatever you desire, Mistrex,” he says, voice soft and low as he follows them without question.

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“Would you like to lead or follow?” Rue asks out on the dancefloor as a new song begins.

Hob considers this for a moment, thinking about the way it felt with their hand pressed into his lower back and how it had made him think of words like safe and wanted. “F-Follow, I suppose,” he stutters out. “Unless you—-”

Rue interrupts him with a kind smile and an offered hand. “I would love the chance to lead you in a waltz, Captain.” He rests one hand in their outstretched paw, careful of his claws getting tangled in theirs—-though would that be so bad?—-and the other on their shoulder. It ends up right above the fabric of their dress and the feel of their feathers under his palm makes his heart race.

“Are you ready?” Rue whispers to him, soft enough for no one near to hear but loud enough to know that they are still intent on checking on his comfort. Hob nods, voice stuck in his throat and then their hand is pressing warm through his jacket and into his very bones. He doesn’t even realize when it happens but with a gentle pressure they begin to waltz.

The thing about a waltz is that done right——or supposedly with the right partner——it can feel ephemeral, like weightlessness and care, a gentle celebration between two dancers meeting on a dancefloor to become each other’s world for a few moments of time.

Hob supposes that they have done this one right after all. 

He’s been worried that he might make a mistake by stepping with the wrong foot at the wrong time or by turning the wrong direction when needed but each time he has the thought, Rue is there with that same——gentle, warm, perfect——pressure and guides him through it instead. Without much time to practice (and only pictures in books hidden away in his tent as he thought of one day dancing like this) he was worried that it would be hard.

Instead, waltzing with Rue feels as easy as breathing. 

The first time he glances to their face, they are watching him with a soft look that makes something well up behind his eyes and he must look away to blink through it. Rue studies him throughout the waltz and he grows accustomed to the look enough to see a curiosity beneath it. He wants to ask or he supposes answer, whatever questions they have but before he knows it, the song has ended and the dancers stop to clap for a brief moment. 

Rue curtsies playfully and offers out their hand again when the next song begins. “Would you like to lead the next one?” they ask, and Hob knows his choice this time.

He smiles and says, “I think I’ll continue to follow, if you don’t mind.”

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Rue is in trouble.

They have spent the last two songs desperately trying to get up the nerve to tell Hob how they feel. It has been rattling around in their head since last night, not dimmed in the slightest with the passing time.

I love him.

The thing is they’re terrified of an answer. For their whole life, they have been content with the lot they’ve been handed. They’ve never pushed past the expectations into something new that they were unsure of because to try and then fail? Unthinkable. If they make a mistake with Hob, they think it might just destroy them.

Underneath the fear, however, something dangerous lurks. Hope.

It comes in waves from Hob as they dance and speak quietly over the music. He is funny and kind and so hard on himself. Nearly everything he reveals comes with a caveat or amendment against himself. Rue wants to brush back the nervous pulling of his brow when he does this, when he makes himself seem smaller, less than.

It’s nearing the end of the night when they finally work up enough courage to say something real to him. They have led every waltz, Hob seemingly more comfortable to be held than to have the responsibility of holding and they cannot deny the pulse of pleasure they feel when he relaxes into their grip and lets himself go.

“Thank you for dancing with me tonight, Captain,” Rue says softly. “Not many would desire to be my dance partner in this form.” Apparently it is their turn to be the one with worrisome doubts.

Hob’s hand squeezes theirs just enough for them to notice, almost like a reflex. “I stand by what I said before our first dance, Rue,” he replies, voice rough. “If the fey here do not see your beauty then they are foolish and quite honestly not worth another thought from you.”

Rue laughs. “Well then let me thank you for the gift of your name.” They have been rolling that around in their head alongside I love him since he had whispered it in their ear hours ago. “Knickolas Pnackolas Hob,” they say, feeling like they can taste the very sounds. “It’s very you.”

“Silly you mean?” Hob says, that sad edge back to his voice.

Rue clicks their beak at him and he doesn’t flinch back. He looks at them with confusion and caution, eyes wide. This man. “Sincere,” they say, tapping at his back with a claw. They continue listing accompanied by a gentle tap each time. “Charming. Endearing.” Hob seems frozen, mouth hanging slightly open and disbelieving. “Pleasing. Delightful.” Here they pause, unsure about giving too much away before pushing forward. “Beautiful.”

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“Beautiful,” Rue says.

Hob has known many beautiful things over his time as a fey in this realm. He has seen more sunrises than any other goblin, watched the color spread across the sky in brillant arcs. He has seen a full moon reflected on the gently moving ocean, her face reflected back like a mirror. He has seen a garden filled with peonies tended by the most beautiful creature of all. In all his time and in all his travels he has never felt beautiful himself.

Until now.

“Beautiful,” Rue says and it sounds like truth spilling over their beak and music as it finds his ears.

Ahh, that’s what it is, he thinks to himself. That is what he’s been feeling all night while wrapped up in Rue’s arms and sharing slow waltzes around the room. He feels beautiful.

Many of the other fey have begun to leave, some alone and others in couples or pairs but Hob cannot bring himself to stop dancing. He does not know how he will be expected to carry on tomorrow and the next day and the next having had this night. 

“You—I’m—Delloso,” he finally manages, voice caught tight in his throat. For all his verbosity, for his ability to speak without saying anything at all, Hob can think of nothing besides their name. Before he can say anything else, the final song begins and they dance the last dance of the night. They don’t speak this time, but when Rue pulls him into the first step, it seems as though the space between their bodies has become just a little bit less.

Hob thinks that if this is his last night on this plane, he will die a happy Goblin.

#captain k.p. hob #delloso de la rue #acofaf spoliers #acofaf fic #acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #dimension 20 #battlemaster of ceremonies #ruehob #they waltz and fall in love #i just need rue to take care of hob and show him love and kindness

[death-on-drugs]

MY OC FOR HAZBIN HOTEL. I tried….

Full Name: Jinx sphinx Hunter 

Nickname(s): Jinxie(a tease name)

Age: 13 

Gender: female

Place of Birth: hell ( made by lucifer himself)

Date of Birth:6/6/10

Star Sign: gemini

Species/Race: jinx cat

Species background: the jinx cats are little mischievous creatures created by Lucifer there are 8 in total and jinx is the 8th jinx cat and the first made the other seven have different powers themed and made to Mach one of the deadly sins and jinx is the one that has all seven sins powers her job is to keep order in the jinx cats Lucifer didn’t Mack mass machines of destruction without caution these creatures or individuals are much more powerful than the royal family in hell and the overlords just below Charlie and Lilith. The jinx cats have the task of finding a “forever friend” this forever friend is someone that matches the dynamic of the jinx cat and they befriend the jinx cat they will have a necklace appear and then once the jinx cat feels the friendship is great enough they will give the matching necklace to the forever friend putting a bond that connects their souls forever this spell can only be broken by Lucifer himself just incase toxic friends come along in the jinx cats life. When a jinx cat finds and bounds forever with there forever friend they turn into a plush like form of a cat and there color of fur is dependent on the sin they are representing the colors are 

Pride: red

Greed: green

Lust: hot pink

Sloth: orange 

Envy: yellow

Wrath: gray

Gluttony: blue

Jinxes fur color: purple

Height: 5,4

Weight: 130 pounds

Skin Color: gray

Hair Color: black

Hair Style: sharply pearted with smooth looking texture 

Eye Color: red

Clothing: crop tops and sweatpants 

Accessories: a chain on the sweatpants

Skills: combate and reading others 

Abilities:all the powers of the 7 jinx cats combine 

Character background/ more details:

Jinx was made by Lucifer himself along with her siblings, she is the only one of her siblings who hasn't gotten a forever friend for herself and her other siblings look down on her regardless of her power that she holds. She wanders the streets of hell most sinners make fun of her when they see her but she is quick to teach them a lesson. She hangs around bars to have fun messing with the damned and suffering she is known for being mischievous just to have fun. She knows that she won't be able to find the friend she wants but that doesn't stop her. She is an escaped orphan bc she is mistaken for a weak child so she is on the run from that all the time. She has a small bounty for stealing but she has only ever stolen small things.

Description: she has cat ears and a cat tail with purple fur. Her eyes black with red rings for irises and razor sharp teeth along with her claws. Her sharp teeth are retractable to just fangs and her claws can retract as well. On a normal day she wears a cropped t-shirt or cropped hoodie with either long just above the knee shorts and or sweatpants. She wears a moon necklace.

#hazbin hotel #oc

[saviolum-sanguineus]

Colour Theory & Romance in Butterfly Court

I was re-reading before the newest episode of the show dropped, and I realised that there's a whole wealth of shipping material that's gone (as far as I can tell) untouched. So naturally, I had to channel my inner Rory and get to exploring - so grab your kittens, your art supplies of choice, and get ready to have your mind BLOWN below the cut.

See that? No, it's not the colour of the sky, but it is the key to a lot of interesting nuance in Butterflyverse ships. All those gorgeous descriptions of clothing, magic, and physical appearance put a lot of emphasis on colour, specifically what colour each character is associated with.

What does this have to do with ships, you ask? Let's get into it, using some of the most popular ones as examples. DISCLAIMER: these are the most popular BC ships as of april 2023, based on how many fics are on ao3 tagged for each ship (book/show/movie all included).

MatRory

Mat: green-red are at a 90 degree angle to each other, so he’s got an element of opposition within himself as well as stability. His whole arc is based on internal conflict (remember his kitchen thoughts right before Andrey got stabbed?) thanks to the external conflict that he’s involved in. When he meets Aurora, she becomes a focal point - and her main colour association is white, which is centred in the colour wheel. Rory and Mat challenge each other’s views and ultimately stabilise each other to work towards a common goal - and IT SHOWS. Literally. Even if we take out Mat’s red association, MatRory stays stable based on the monochromatic scheme; they’re constantly working along the same parallel. Monochrome schemes evoke senses of calm and peace, which makes sense for one of the only canon couples that hasn’t gone through a ton of angst because of being together.

Moving onto something a little more controversial: Esme/Enoch, aka E-squared. A lot to unpack here. Let’s start with Esme: she’s almost comically consistent with wearing red all the time as “her” colour, her hair is red, she’s careful to only perform fire magic in public (or at least look like it), and the amount of time she spends covered in blood is non-negligible. The book also spends a good amount of time describing her eyes: one of the first things we learn about her in the books is that “her eyes are the colour of greed” and there’s a mention of her eyes matching a gold body chain she wears at Razac’s party. Her magic is "fierce gold light". So Esme is strongly red/gold associated. A stretched-out analogous combo, if you will. She’s independent on her own spectrum of warm colours; Esme supports herself throughout the books and it’s only when she gets involved with things outside that spectrum of power that stuff gets Complicated.

Enoch’s eyes are also given a lot of screentime; they’re consistently described as very pale, icy blue, and his magic manifests as “pale aqua” or “cyan” light. If we include Ward colours or his preferred “benthic blue” ink for letters, it’s impossible to miss the association between Enoch and blue. Let’s compare their magic (the focus of their first meeting, when Esme comments on Enoch’s magic after he heals her): gold is essentially yellow, maybe with a touch of orange, and blue is directly across from that on the colour wheel. Esme and Enoch are complementary; constantly opposed despite their attraction and ability to make the other person more vibrant. Some might say opposites attract…or that their differences are irreconcilable and at the heart of why they’ll never be completely happy together. However you look at it, there’s a lot of tension there.

For another spin on the blue/gold complementary angle, let’s take a look at Lunesme. Luna’s hair is naturally “blue”; on the cover art and special edition illustrations, it looks either sky blue or slightly cyan depending on which printing you’re looking at. Regardless, Luna and blue are very, very strongly linked. So we’ve got the same complementary colour relationship - but Esme’s interactions with Luna are completely different from with Enoch.

Although they both share intimate moments, Esme does a lot more “hesitating” and “considering” around Luna, and in the church scene we can see that she’s taking space to be more active and engage with/for Luna, whereas with Enoch (the assassin scene, ice skating, Razac’s party), Esme is more reactive. She’s not on a back foot, necessarily, but there’s definitely a different dynamic (and this could be intentional. Esme does flaunt her relationship with Enoch at the beginning, when she’s still sure of herself within that warm hue spectrum, but the whole thing at her apartment after the Seraphine gala throws her off).

The complementary tension in Lunesme draws them together, but the reasons they support each other so well are the same as why they keep having this will-they-won’t-they energy. Esme’s fear of hurting Luna pushes her away - and it’s why she takes the protective initiative in the church. With Esme’s red/gold and Luna’s blue, we’re looking at a triad - arguably the same as E-squared, but with what we know about Luna and how she and Esme have shared a surprising amount of secrets with each other (the scene where Esme let her pet her ears lives in my head RENT-FREE, and I live in London :P), their stability is challenged by the secrecy of their relationship. They usually only meet in shadowy scenes (remember the lighting in the church scene and all the times shadows are mentioned? Seraphine gala escape in evening…Esme only turns the lights fully on after Enoch arrives). The vibrancy of Lunesme is dulled by their fears of being exposed or bringing harm to one another, since they’re only totally honest in whispers or in letters.

Next example: Imperial Triad. We’ve established that Enoch is blue; Nicholas is pretty obviously green (the eyes, the magic, the Remington colours) and Andrey is most often seen in variations of grey (usually “pearl” and “dove”, with Taran’s hair overlapping a little on “dove” and exclusively taking “ash”). Just looking at hue, green and blue are analogous and grey (a tone) mutes them - this isn’t a bad thing, don’t worry! It’s a bit ironic because Andrey’s antics create more chaos than not, but in the context of his relationship with Nicholas and Enoch, the colour shows how he stabilises them (because let’s be honest, they’re both Unhinged and varying levels of good at hiding it). Their higher saturations are evened out by Andrey keeping them occupied, and overall their hues are harmonious together.

I don’t think we can necessarily try to predict any endgames just through this theory, but it’s pretty obvious that there was a lot of thought put into the symbolism of each character’s colour association and how they play into the relationships between them. It’s already been stressed that wearing certain colours in court is a way of showing or requesting favour, so even in-universe, we might see some mention of something similar! My personal guess is that it’d be focused on magic colours, but we’ll have to see.

#butterfly court colour theory #i'm still an rp/writing main! just had this theory idea and had to share #i was actually rereading bc i wanted to do a flashfic about esme (my main muse) before watching the new ep so it worked out i think #anyway going to do a mun intro and a muse intro soon! #long post

[tazzertopia]

my thoughts on the hxh phantom rouge movie

pls do not take this too seriously i just wanna talk about things i noticed when watching it while sleep deprived last night 😊👍😊👍

🚨YAPPER ALERT🚨

-ik kurapika defo would’ve mentioned him at some point to gon and killua but how the fuck did they recognise (puppet) uvogin… like no hesitation….. did kurapika show them a picture or what

-why was kurapika so badly dumbed down and ooc in the movie it actually pissed me off (not really) like one of the main plot points is that the puppet guy (insufferable prick who I’ll get to later) used dead pairo to steal kurapika’s eyes but the issue is that he used pairo’s child self to lure him in like…. 🤨 based on the flashbacks i’m assuming kurapika was around 11-12 when the kurta clan massacre happened and pairo was probably either the same age or a year or two younger (i am not looking this up due to i can’t be bothered) so how the fuck did kurapika not question why his supposedly alive friend hadn’t aged a day in about five years

-especially as kurapika is mostly pretty level headed and logical so how would he not figure that out

-the timeline was confusing as hell to me bc based on uvo and pakunoda being dead in the movie and killua still having illumi’s manipulation needle i’d assume it’s anywhere between the end of the york new arc to the end of the greed island arc but thanks to the power scaling it’s really hard to tell ????????? like somehow gon and killua were basically unscathed after getting directly hit by uvo (the physically strongest member of the troupe) but basically just attacked by combining their nen and overall didn’t seem that strong like how strong are they meant to be by this point

-the townspeople in this movie are coming out on top in the idgaf war because the way none of them reacted to uvo demolishing a hospital… like no commotion. NADA. they just minded their business the entire movie (inspirational tbh)

-but also why was the hospital so desolate and why was kurapika the only one there

-the way only gon, killua and the blonde girl reacted to uvo fucking up the hospital while kurapika remained unbothered

-finally gonna talk about that ugly mf omokage

-he looks like a toxic love interest from an early 2000s dark fantasy harem anime

-like why was he in a completely different art style

-his ability soul doll or whatever it’s called is stupid op bc you’re telling me he can just create puppets of anyone he wants with their exact strength just like that ???????

-also what is the criteria for creating the puppets bc i swear they never explain how he’s able to create them

-like does he need their hair or what

-still confused on how kurapika used chain jail on him considering he isn’t a spider anymore (no clue how the limitations to his power were so flexible) #plotconvenience

-illumi looked uglier than usual in this movie especially at the beginning when he killed those kids

-hisoka’s hair being more orange than red also pissed me off

-we got one shalnark line in the movie tho 😍😍😍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 crumbs

-speaking of crumbs for a movie about the phantom troupe they had barely any screen time

-like barely even five minutes 💔

-lastly just wanna say how fuxking ugly the blonde girl’s puppet was i hate it so much

-lastly lastly ik i posted this already but the cgi fish made me giggle bc they look so out of place (ik i couldn’t do any better i just found them funny tee hee)

that’s it hope you enjoyed reading my complaints about a cash-grab anime movie 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕😜😜😜😜 can’t wait to watch the last mission tonight so i can complain about it tomorrow 💙 that’s what you get when you’re desperate for hxh content lols but like i said pls don’t take this too seriously okay mwah xoxoxo

#hunter x hunter #hxh #phantom rouge #phantom troupe #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #kurapika #leorio #this movie sucked ass but it’s fine #i know i’m a loser for writing a whole complaint post about it #basically just brain dumping so this won’t make sense #really don’t want to be known as the one who complains about hxh movies #but it’s fine #at least nobunaga looked good

[rillette]

Hi! I love your Carol Ferris redesign, she looks so cool and princely. But I have a question, do other lantern corps exist? How different are they from green lanterns and... Whatever carol's group is called.

(also your art is wonderful and I like seeing it).

Hiiiii TYSM!!! ^_^ <3 you activated my trap card (asking about gl shit) and this got long so im putting it under a cut lol

other lantern corps do exist!! they follow the light spectrum, so there's ROY G BIV as well as black, white, and ultraviolet apparently. The other lantern corps were introduced after 2000, so i haven't read any of the source material for them yet. All of my information comes from the dc wikia so take that as you will!

Carol is a Star Sapphire! the original star sapphire was a jewel used by the zamarons to pick their new queen. It's powered by love, similar to how the green lantern rings are powered by the users will. Originally, Carol was brainwashed into believing that the green lantern was her enemy as Star Sapphire. Nowadays (post-retcon) the lore is that the star sapphire overpowers the mind of the bearer, driving them to madness. as such, the original jewel was made into a violet lantern and the star sapphires were given violet rings.

As for the other corps!

The red lanterns are powered by rage. red lanterns are chosen from the angriest guys in the universe and the red lantern ring replaces the heart of the ring bearer which is why they spit blood everywhere!! And since it replaces their heart they cant take it off unless theres a blue lantern nearby to heal them.

The orange lantern is powered by greed! there's only the one guy (bc he doesn't share) his name is Larfleeze and he kills people and possesses their bodies. The yellow lanterns is the sinestro corps, they're powered by fear and they're choose people who can inflict the most fear. insert piss joke here

Blue lanterns are powered by hope and they can give nearby gls a power boost! /co/ made up an oc called hope corgi who's a corgi and also a blue lantern and I was so devastated when I found out they were an oc.

And then there's Indigo lanterns, who channel compassion. they're picked from the world's evilest shittiest people and forced to constantly feel the emotions of the entire fucking universe in like a fucked up redemption scheme. hope this helps!! ^_^

#asks <3 #ty for the ask!! #ty for the kind words as well!! <3 #comic talk #i will read geoff's run eventually if only for the other lanterns. #but simply i dont want to read geoff's run

[tallulahblankhead]

Here's the thing. I have been paying for Netflix for 12 years. Pretty much the only subscription in my life that I've kept for this long. So to see it rise to prominence with he likes of Orange is the New Black, only to proceed to summarily and prematurely cancel queer shows about women and people of color, despite using them as bait to lure us and keep us hanging on...

I've had enough. I held on only bc Warrior Nun was on a roll internationally with viewers and critics. I had a sliver of hope. But I've had enough. With your shitty pricing, your greed, and your utter disregard for the creators and fans that make Netflix even worth anything. Goodbye, Netflix. Never thought I'd be awaiting the day to see you bankrupt.

#warrior nun #avatrice #netflix

[cheemken]

Those designs look amazing n i wld LOVE to hear more abt ur ocs! I love their expressions! /gen

THANK YOUUUUUU OMF OKAY SO HCKXNDMD

Aaa ig its bc I haven't drawn their updated looks cjmxns

Well anyways, they're based off the seven sins, so by order it's Pride (one in red), Wrath (orange), Lust (yellow), Envy (green), Greed (blue), Sloth (indigo), Gluttony (purple)

Ofc I do have names for em, so

Pride - Superbia / Elmara  

Wrath - Ira / Katarina

Lust - Lussuria / Luka

Envy - Invidia / Yvonne

Greed - Aviditas / Wilhelm

Sloth - Desidia / Percival

Gluttony - Gula / Jacob

My first concept for them was that they got reincarnated and such y'know, in their past lives they really were good people until smth really bad happened that they made a deal w the devil. But one of the angels (angels here have the Zodiac theme going) said that it's unfair for them who were good people that were just tempted by the devil, so they were given a second chance to atone and to show that they really aren't as bad as they seem

My second concept for it is that Elmara, or rather Superbia, despite her pride, saw just how much the others suffered in hell, so she fought tooth and nail to get out of it w the kids and start a new life in the human world

And my last concept and the one I'm trying to stick w, is that Elmara is the Goddess of Darkness who created the world of Statera, with her brother, the God of Light, Mateo. But smth happened between the two that they ended up waging war against each other, which ended up w them both banishing and cursing each other in the world of Statera, forced to live w the people they created. Good stuff happened to Elmara, as she watched the world flourish and thrive for centuries, and found peace in living with them. But for Mateo, he suffered, saw just how cruel the people they created could be. Saw just how much little they care for each other and for themselves. He believed it was the darkness that Elmara had brought, and he promised to himself he's purge the darkness of Statera himself.

Elmara on the other hand, made a family of her own, but sadly her husband wasn't,, really that nice, didn't really liked their kids, even to the point that he burnt Percival's face. He's dead now at least so hey, but bc of that Elmara grew paranoid, especially after she found out her ex was a devoted believer of the God of Light, her brother. And yeah, she just became more and more wary, terrified at what would happen if her brother did find out that she's still alive. She has hopes that maybe they'd go back to how they were before, when they were still close, but the more and more followers his brother has, she fears that the only way to end this dispute w him is to kill him

And yeah more shit happened the more followers her brother drew in, and she knows she can't protect her kids all the time, she can't be w all of them all the time, so she decided to reveal to them that she was one of the creators of their world, and thus they too have the same powers as her and yeah they just try to stop Mateo and his rampage and his own paranoia bc my guy this man needs therapy the most

#aaaa i swear i'll post an updated version of their looks tomorrow maybe if i have motivation hahaha #i really did wanna make a story abt these ocs and such since i had them for so long #but anyways thanks again for sending an ask abt em!! it really means a lot to me cjdmnd hahah #an ask and an answer #anon #oc tag

[gallus-rising]

Ekumob: Ristu kills someone, 「Mouth Dreams」, AND Greed thing please uwu

putting 「Mouth Dreams」 on the list was a mistake. everyone wants to hear abt it

remember that idea i had a while back like " since Father seems chiller after he reabsorbs Greed, what if the original Greed we see isn't actually the original and Greed has run off and been remade multiple times actually :3c"? that's the Greed thing

Greed is born fully formed and with a purpose.

His father doesn't tell him and he doesn't ask. Greed simply does what he was made to.

It takes a while to clean up all the humans huddled together in the corners, but he does it, without thanks, and things slow down.

It's quiet under the earth and very little changes.

One day he decides to stop cleaning up the animals that accidentally fall in, and instead lift them out through the nearest source of light. It's not like the creatures can tell on them.

The animals don't like him, but they can't hurt him, so it's fine. It's just something to do.

One day he comes across a little orange cat. It mews pathetically and drags one of its legs as it walks. He almost goes to pick it up when he hears a voice from above.

"Tommy, don't worry! I'll– I'll get you out of there!"

ok i don't rly have anything written down for Ekumob: Ristu kills someone in a way that makes sense to anyone other than myself so here's the gist

Mob and Dimple are a couple <3 but keeping it a secret from everyone else bc Look At Them. Mob lets Dimple regularly possess him for cute date reasons But Also sometimes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) reasons. they don't, nor does anyone in their social circle, know that regular demonic possession can trigger subtle physical changes in the host. this goes unnoticed for some time

Shou pops by the Kageyama household one day to hang w his buddy Ritsu! he doesn't see Mob all that often and therefore hasn't slowly been acclimatized to the changes like everyone else. i also headcanon that he's specifically good w auras bc of his and his dad's power transfer abilities, so he pulls Ritsu aside like "hey is your bro sick or something??? his aura is fucked??"

Ristu starts to notice things. he informs everyone else and they also start to notice things. the gang grabs local spirit expert (and known freak) Matsuo and confront them, as everyone believes Dimple is manipulating Mob in some way

cue rapid fire damage control. Matsuo thinks it's v cute and wants to hear all abt it <3 but also if you two need any tips feel free to let him know-- some of the heat is taken off of Mob after Tome is like "your taste is awful but *dramatic sigh* i can't rly blame you. after all, who among us wouldn't jump at the chance to have sex w a supernatural entity??" multiple characters don't make eye contact for a week

tldr;

#*furious pecking*

[grumpyoldninja]

Mads MamaBear's RainbowBrite Lantern Chibis - 10 > PARALLAX

CSFNation

TheCSFNation

This is Collab 10 With MamaBearArtDoll As she had an Inspired Idea some time ago, but it's taken forever to finally get going on it. I'm happy that time is finally here 😁

That idea was The #RainbowBriteLanternCorps which you can see right here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CU-XyTNr7Gw/ & she has let me chibi them as she draws them normal size :-D I love this idea so much I'm gonna keep going with these come back and chibi the others after Mads is finished.

Here's #Chibi #Wisp #RainbowbriteWisp #Parallax #GreenLantern #HalJordan

MamaBearDoll #GrumpyOldNinja #RainbowBrite #80sCartoons

BlackestNight #BrightestDay #DC #DCComics MashUp #CrossOver

DANG IT! I FORGOT THE SPRITES! I added Wisp's to her, but I'll et the others in next time around when Mads finishes.

Please join me on my Youtube channel as I am Live streaming the rest of them from No.09 on as well as future projects rght here: 👇🏾 (Or pop by and check out some of the streams…the more recent ones after I got a mic LoL) https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCQ_Uu2Ii_xo0IMLL2vTrGNw

Thank you & Muchas Gracias for coming by LIVE or REPLAYsquad :-) Be GREAT & WIN!

Keep a close eye on MamaBearDoll's Instagram to see who she will choose for each lantern as she goes through them all 😁 The order I've used is based on her 1st one, Canary Yellow so: 01st > FEAR / Yellow Power Ring / Canary Yellow / Sinestro 02nd > GREED / Orange Power Ring / Lala Orange / Larfleeze 03rd > RAGE / Red Power Ring / Red Butler / Razor 04th > LOVE / Pink Power Ring / Shy Violet / Carol Ferris 05th > COMPASSION / Purple Power Ring / Indigo / Indigo-1 06th > HOPE / Blue Power Ring / Buddy Blue & Luna / Saint Walker 07th > WILL / Green Power Ring / Patty O'Green / Hal Jordan 08th > DEATH / Black Power Ring / Murky Dismal & Lurky 09th > LIFE / White Power Ring / Stormy, Moonglow & Krys 10th > PARALLAX / Rainbow Power Ring / Wisp with Sprite

You can see them here - https://www.instagram.com/grumpyoldninja/

Mads is still working on these and much more on her YouTube Channel so tune in & say hi in the chat 😀

I put lil' Blue & Green Auras Around my "Tag" bcs those are my favorite 2 Lanterns, WILL & HOPE! Armed with those two you're pretty much unstoppable 😉

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@rainbowbriteco

GreenLanternCorps

アナログ #PhotoShop #2D #Wacom #DigitalColor

FanArt #TraditionalArt #Kawaii

#ArtistOntumblr #ArtistsOntumblr #dccomics #greenlantern #grumpyoldninja #rainbowbrite #dc #mamabeardoll #crossover #kawaii #csfnation

[bembembembis]

I made mood boards for OC's I made based on the Seven Sins. I made the mood boards all the photos I got were from Pinterest. Felt like sharing <3

They're siblings, children of death and her angel.

Orsolya - Greed

Livius - Envy

Oleander - Gluttony

Seraphina - Wrath

Cascade - Sloth

Hobart - Pride

Montgomery - Lust

Some things I love;

All of them have crows; connecting them to death & to each other.

The background of the mood boards are the colour that their sin represents. Greed = yellow. Envy = green. Gluttony = orange. Wrath = red. Sloth = light blue. Pride = purple. Lust = there's some different answers for this on google, some say red, I went with a darker blue bc wrath is red.

Their names;

Orsolya means little bear; she is seen as a "bear queen" hence the bear on her mood board.

Livius means livid or envious; very straight foreword.

Oleander is a plant that is extremely toxic; the character grows and wears a crown literally made out of Oleander leaves and also consumes anything including that which is extremely poisonous to them.

Seraphina means burning ones; she has magic that allows her to summon fire; fire can also be connected to anger and wrath.

Cascade; the character was once some sort of powerful warrior, failed during some sort of war or fight and fell off of a mountain, cliff, etc and "cascaded" to the bottom, where she has stayed, alive but to disinterested, tired, weak to get up.

Hobart is the smartest of the group; his name means bright or shining intellect. His intellect leads to his hubris.

Montgomery translates to mountain belonging to the ruler, and one of his romantic partners is the king of one of the kingdoms. He is defined, named even by the lust or love he has for his king.

Anyway very fun to make these and I love them a lot <333

#I made theeeese !!! #My oc's <333 #theyre very cool #Montgomery is my literal child I will not lie #anywoodle enjoy

[bearseokie]

Dawn, you were a simply spectacular writer I'm glad to have written the pieces you made while you were still writing fanfiction. Thank you so much for the works you wrote, I know it's not easy! I'll fill in my own ideas of how they the Fatal Love series ended that's perfectly okay with me :) Every fic I read of yours has been amazing and I truly wanted to thank you for that. For [Hitman] such a 'sad' ending it was perfect and the possibilities that they could have been rich together was interesting, but alas, greed does happen to be a terrible sin. I hope instead of writing fanfiction you're able to find many other joys and ways to spend your time. I have to say I will be holding Blood Orange with my heart for a long while. I want to reiterate that I'm thankful for all that you've created, they've all been so special. You're incredible and I hope you enjoy other endeavors! You're truly brilliant and I'm sure whatever follows after this end will be a spectacular new chapter. 😊💖💖

all of this ok I am CRYING WTF...such kind words coming from you I'm aaa. I'm so glad that the two posted parts of fatal love will stick with you bc I can promise that the unwritten ones will haunt me LMAO. there's so much more that I am planning on doing with my life from here on out so I seriously am grateful that you sent me this ask, thank you so much for everything love!

#god am i warm rn this is the sweetest thing #you wrote so much LMAO i saw it in my inbox as i was typing up something else and i was like HUH #and then got to read all of this and now i am crying actual tears #you really mean a lot to me thank you so much for supporting me thus far #i really wish you the best #blizzardfluffykpop #bearseokie.inbox #i kind of worded this response like fanfic writing has held me back bc IT HASN'T i am so grateful for getting this far and learning so much