#carmine and charcoal

[manonamora-if-reviews]

Carmine and Charcoal by tapestryjuice

A Single Choice Jam entry.

Entry - IFDB Note: this seems to be the author's first game.

A peculiar investigation In this short game, you are task to find not who but what has been stolen from your client. Following a party where many artists were invited, including a known thief (a sort of Arsène Lupin gender-swap meets art forger), the hosting couple found a note from said thief, a momento left behind to replace what had been taken. But nothing looks out of place... This was a cute moment, with some humourous jokes, and - like the author admits - feels at time a bit incomplete/rushed. I wouldn't say no to a longer version of this game, maybe in an episodic form with different cases, and showing a bit more the investigators' relationship.

A little ick with the formatting, the font colour is too white for the light background, even with the dark overlay underneath, the contrast is not great for reading. The font size was also a bit too small.

#Carmine and Charcoal #tapestryjuice #interactive fiction #2023 #twine game #singlechoicejam #wip

[dballzposting]

lemon, lilac, raspberry

(Idk how to link the tag meme becasue I'm on mobile)

YAY OMG... And Raspberry SO REAL

#Carmine. Apricot. Charcoal #dballz posting #dballz asks

[captainschaos]

(for the ask game) seafoam and sapphire but like- affectionate yk?

im sure you thought i’d say “i’m on one knee rn” but how could i ever propose knowing it would change nothing since our souls are already intertwined 🙄

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ASDLFJABSLDJFBASDF JOY YOU. SADLFJBSADJLFADBSLF YOU CAN'T JUST SAY SHIT TO ME I'LL CRY ASDLFJABSLBSJSAAAAAAA

yeah no ofc everyone wants to put me under the microscope for my freakish swag (actively unswag, in a puddle, hiding my face in my hands)

#captain's mailbox #friend stuff #my best friend and fellow weirdo in loving each other everybody ASDKFJBASDLFJASDF. THEY'RE TOO NICEYS TO ME #ty joy you Are charcoal lilac and carmine 2 me <3<3<3<3<3

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Infernal Shadows

Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadn’t expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, mentions of blood, voodoo?, Angel Dust being a horn-bag, Reader is referred too as Madame to the public. Vox and Alastor feud because I live for it.

Song for this chapter: The world we knew by Frank Sinatra.

A/N: I wanna make this a three part short story, so if anyone is interested in being tagged in the second part just let me know!! I hope you enjoy!!

Word count: 2655

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!! // Serendipity Writes (event) // Part two

Getting an invite to the annual crimson ball, hosted by yours truly, was nothing but an honor. Every overlord and every sinner in the pride ring waited anxiously for a letter. A black card with white letter in a cursive font stating ‘You have been personally invited by Hells biggest designer. The list of the gala was simple. The usual overlords, Zestial, Carmilla Carmine and her daughters, Zeezie, Rosie, Fredrick Von Eldritch and Bethesda von Eldritch. Alastor who had came back after seven years of hiding god knows where, and by special request, the three vee’s who had never attended the gala before. Then it becomes a bit more political.

Next on the list was the Goetia family, inviting the recently divorced prince with his daughter. Inviting Lucifer and Lilith, though they only ever came when everyone was gone. Then was their daughter Charlotte, who got a plus one as a special perk of being the princess of hell. Husk because he had been an old friend of yours before his status of Overlord was taken from him by none other than Alastor. He was also given a plus one, though he usually never brought anyone extra. Sir Pentious was a candidate, but ultimately scrapped from your list of invites as you felt he was too childish.

The gala was tonight and everything was going smoothly. Preparations were almost done, the foyer was spotless just the way you liked it, and everything seemed to be falling into place. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You had spent months designing your perfect dress for tonight. Everyone attending the gala knew there was only ever one color off limits, because you always wore it best. The color black always suited you perfectly. No one could wear it better than you.

Back at the hotel, Charlie felt guilty for using her authority as princess to have people help her get ready for this gala. Based on what Alastor had told her, there would be a lot of political powers and fellow overlords there. She wanted to look her best if she was going to pitch the hotel to them. She needed more people on board with the project, maybe someone who didn’t think it was complete and utterly ridiculous joke like Alastor did.

“How do I look?” Charlie asked as the makeup and hair artists stepped away from her. Charlie stepped out, allowing Vaggie to get a better look at her in a tailored charcoal gray suit, a departure from her usual vibrant red attire. The jacket, adorned with subtle pinstripes, accentuated her frame, while the crisp, white silk shirt underneath added a touch of formality. Completing the ensemble, she wore a black tie with a discreet pattern that hinted at both elegance and authority. The ensemble was a strategic choice, projecting confidence and a readiness to engage with the political powers present at the gala for the sake of her hotel. Vaggie smiled and hugged Charlie deeply, their embrace making Charlie feel a little less nervous about the whole ordeal.

“Charlie you look amazing. What happened to the red?” Vaggie asked, before Charlie just chuckled.

“Well, I wanted a change for tonight. I’m always in red, and I feel like they’ll take me more serious if I’m not walking in there with my usual attire. Besides, you read the invitation, ‘formal attire, look your best’.” Charlie said. Vaggie nodded, and Charlie pulled back from the hug to admire Vaggie in her dress. She was wearing a sleek and modern grey dress that gracefully embraced the formal occasion. The dress, with its tailored fit and subtle shimmer, exuded class. The knee-length hemline added a contemporary touch, and Vaggie had decided to pair it with black heels to complete the ensemble. The choice of grey complemented Charlie’s charcoal gray suit, creating a coordinated yet distinct look that would surely make an impression at the gala. Charlie felt her cheeks heat up taking in her appearance, her long hair gently pinned back, the loose pieces of hair framing her face.

“Aww, Vaggie you look so pretty!!” Charlie said excitedly. Vaggie just smiled, ignoring the way her cheeks heated up at Charlies compliment.

“I agree, you look good vagina.” Angel said mockingly, causing Vaggie to glare at him. Charlie just gushed.

“Angel be nice. This is really important for the hotel.” Charlie explained. He just nodded, tilting his head back and downing a bottle of liquor. The staff however was interrupted by Angel making a purring sound at Husk, who was dressed in a nice white suave dinner jacket, with perfect cutouts for his wings, along with some sleek black trousers and some black dress shoes. The match, he had a black silk lapel.

“I can think of another place that suit would look.” Angel said, leaning onto Husk. He rolls his eyes, bottle in hand.

“Do I even wanna know?” He asks, and Angel just grins.

“On my bedroom floo-“ Angel doesn’t get to finish, being shrugged off by Husk who just walks away with a shake of his head.

“Oh my gosh! Husk you look amazing!” Charlie squealed in delight. Husk just smiled softly before setting his drink on the bar counter.

“It appears everyone is ready.” Alastor said, the focus of the room shifting to him. Niffty was at his side studying his outfit from head to toe.

Alastor emerged in an ensemble that deviated from his usual eccentricity, opting for a more formal yet captivating look. A deep red velvet tailcoat adorned his frame, its luxurious texture catching the light. Dark-red lapels, meticulously piped with gold, added a touch of opulence. Underneath, he wore a perfectly tailored crimson dress shirt, the power emitting off of him. Suddenly, the room grew just a tad bit darker, the shadows of the room stretching just a bit. Complementing the ensemble, he chose a pair of well-fitted black dress pants, allowing the bold red hue to take center stage on his appearance. His choice of footwear shifted to polished black oxford shoes, a departure from his usual pointed-toe boots. The finishing touches of the outfit included a matching red silk bowtie, neatly knotted at his throat, and black leather gloves that added a refined edge. Alastor’s presence was commanding, radiating an air of formality while retaining the distinctive charm that defined him. The room was captivated by the Radio Demon’s unexpected transformation into a vision of refined class and style.

“You took forever for that?” Niffty said, before Angel Dust tossed a pillow at her.

“Shut it you. We, we are keeping,” Angel said, hands waving around Alastor, “to whatever this is.”

“Style.” Alastor said confidently. Vaggie just face palmed while Charlie clapped her hands together excitedly.

“Okay, I think everyone’s ready. Should we head out?” Charlie asked. Vaggie nodded, before Alastor dug the invitation out of his coat pocket. Standing near a wall, he traced the symbol on the back of the card on the wall. “Uh, Al? What are you doing?” Charlie asked. He grinned, putting his hand flat on the wall. The symbol began to glow green, before it opened a portal. On the other side, was a large house. The grand Victorian mansion stood as a testament to opulence, its imposing facade adorned with intricate wrought-iron black railings and embellished balconies with hints of chains. Tall, arched windows with stained glass panels framed the exterior, allowing glimpses of the soft glow emanating from within. The entrance, marked by a sweeping staircase, welcomed guests with ornate, carved intricate detailed doors. Charlie, Vaggie and Husk followed Alastor through the portal, Charlie waving goodbye to Niffty, and Angel. Sir Pentious was most likely hiding out in a room somewhere with his egg boys.

As guests approached, they marveled at the meticulous details of the architecture – elaborate moldings, corbels, and friezes adorned every corner. Ivy-clad walls added a touch of nature’s grace, intertwining with wrought-iron lampposts that cast a warm ambiance over the meticulously landscaped gardens.Inside, the grand foyer unfolded, revealing a sweeping staircase adorned with a rich, mahogany handrail. Crystal chandeliers hung from soaring ceilings, their light refracted by ornate mirrors that lined the walls. Plush Victorian-era furnishings, upholstered in rich fabrics, adorned the parlor rooms, creating intimate spaces for guests to gather and converse.Every room whispered of a bygone era – intricately patterned wallpaper, gilded frames displaying classical art, and the faint fragrance of aged wood and lavender.

The air was infused with a sense of refinement, transporting guests to a time when elegance reigned supreme. The Victorian mansion, a splendid backdrop for the gala, promised an evening steeped in grandeur and charm. In the middle of the exterior grounds, a grand fountain of blood took center stage. Its sculpted marble figures spouted blood into the air, catching the moonlight in a dance of liquid elegance. The fountain, surrounded by manicured gardens and flowering shrubs, became a focal point for guests as they strolled through the outdoor spaces, the gentle sound of cascading blood adding a serene touch to the gala’s errie atmosphere.

The overlords arrival made the event much more real. Alastor hums to himself as he walks around the outside grounds. There are servants of all kinds walking around with glasses of champagne. Rosie is sitting on a bench, plucking thorns off a rose. Alastor smiles to himself, happy to see a familiar face he know he can confide in.

“Rosie dear! So nice to see you.” Alastor said with a smile. She smiles at him, teeth razor sharp.

“Do you think you’ll be getting a seat tonight?” She asks, snapping the rose off its stem and tossing it to the side.

“Well of course I will. It’d be a mistake if I wasn’t.” Alastor said with a smile, crossing his legs as he sat down next to her. Sinners from all over the pride ring were socializing outside of the large mansion. He knew you were inside finalizing preparations and possibly screaming your head off. Overall, the air was chilled with a comfortable atmosphere. Well, it had been comfortable, until a loud noisy vehicle stopped at the front gates. Everyone’s heads were turning, Rosie and Alastor looking at each other with strained smiles. Stepping out of the large limousine were the three vee’s, vulgar music blaring from the vehicles speakers as the three made their way through the now open gates. Reporters lined the edges of the gates, trying desperately to see the overlords inside and to try and sneak into the gala, which was starting soon.

“Mr.Vox! Mr.Vox!” News reporters shouted. Velvet was busy taking selfies of her and her outfit, her assistant following close behind her. Valentino was busy looking down at everyone, smoking his usual, while taking his long strides next to Vox, who was in the middle of the three.

On Vox’s right was Valentino, who donned a captivating look for the gala. His tailored white suit boasted a jacket that reached just above the knee, a subtle departure from his usual floor-length coat. The crimson silk lining peeked through, adding a luxurious touch to the outfit. The coat, reminiscent of his extravagant style, also had a vivid-red hue with his signature white fur trim at the wrists. The black and white striped fur trim along the center-front added a distinctive flair. A gold chain and love-heart-shaped broach fastenings adorned the coat, creating an opulent yet alluring look. Finally, he wore polished black heeled boots, maintaining the sleek and captivating allure that defined Valentino’s presence. The familiar color scheme remained intact, blending sophistication with a hint of provocative charm for the grand gala.

On Vox’s left was Velvet, who had spent months perfecting her outfit for the gala, in hopes she’d be invited of course. She had begged the boys to keep a good public appearance, in hopes they’d be recognized and invited to the crimson gala. Velvette, deciding to ditch her usual style, embraced a lavish and over-the-top look that represented her brand. Dressed in a knee-length dress, the garment had a striking blend of black and red hues. The dress, fitted at the waist, flowed into a voluminous skirt, creating a sense of extravagance. The bodice of the dress featured intricate lace detailing. A white collar adorned with a velvet bow added a playful yet mature flair. The sleeves, a fusion of burgundy and white patterns, contributed to the overall lavish aesthetic she had been going for. Her accessories took on a more refined form. Velvet gloves, adorned with delicate lace, graced her hands, and a pearl necklace adorned her neck, adding a classic touch, completed with maroon heels, each step resonating with a sense of grandeur. Velvet’s transformation into this upscale attire reflected her desire to make a statement at the Crimson Gala.

In the middle, and the brains of the three vee’s, was none other than the head of Vox Tech, Vox himself. He wore a sleek and modern dark blue tuxedo, tailored with precision. Of course he could only have the best. The suit featured subtle futuristic patterns that enhanced his ‘perfect’ sense of style. To complement his high-tech vibe, Vox wore a light blue undershirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol. Vox's gala attire seamlessly blended power and control with his technological edge, creating a memorable look in shades of dark blue, which in his opinion, was the best color.

Upon seeing Alastor, Vox’s eye twitched noticeably. The gates shut behind the three vee’s, closing off the gala to the public. The overlords begin to get closer together unknowingly, Zestial finding a comfortable corner to watch things play out. Carmilla and Zeezie stand close together, whispering to one another as both Rosie and Alastor stand from the bench. Vox, Valentino and Velvet make their way to the Radio Demon and his colleagues.

“I see the grandpa’s were invited.” Velvet says with a scoff, scrolling through her phone.

“So disrespectful.” Carmilla says under her breath, looking away from the three vee’s.

“Hm, interesting, and I was beginning to think the only interesting thing tonight would be the dinner.” Bethesda said, her brother nodding.

“Well, it seems the children brought their play date to the public then.” Zeezie says. The other overlords laugh and Valentino sneers at her.

“Well an idiota like you would think so. Then again, don’t you all do the same with your diapers?” He asked, puffing the smoke into her face. She growls at him, fists clenching at her side, but Carmilla stops her.

“Didn’t they say this was an adult only gala?” Carmilla asked, Rosie chuckling at her words.

“Oh can it grandma.” Velvete said. But Vox remained silent, having his own personal staring match with Alastor, whose smile was stretched ear to ear, teeth on full display.

“I thought this gala was meant for real talent?” Vox asked, stepping closer to Alastor.

“Well it was until you showed up.” Alastor said with a smile. “There’s no originality in copying someone else.” He tuts. Vox narrows his eyes, face twisting with anger as he steps closer to Alastor again.

“You wanna tell me something, you old piece of-“ Vox is stopped, the lights to the exterior of the mansion dimming. The lights behind the large front doors opening slowly. Two tall black shadowy figures stepped from the door, smoke at their feet.

“Thank you all for your attendance. As we know, the annual Crimson Gala is held every year, and this year is no different. With the new extermination date, important decisions must be made. Tonight, ten individuals will be selected to sit at Madame’s table where she will discuss private plans on how to move forward.” The two said in unison. Everyone fell silent as more shadows appeared, each one sitting on the sides of the steps. Lights around the staircases began to light up, and people began making their way up the stairs.

“Well~ this should be fun.”

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #hazbin demon #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel rosie #alastor #helluva boss vox #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #alastor and vox #hazbin hotel vox #overlords #hellaverse #yandere alastor x reader #yandere alastor #yandere Vox #yandere Vox x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel x reader #isuckatwritingsobenice infernal shadows #isuckatwritingsobenice

[davidtennantpussytulpa]

harlequine sapphire!!! carmine

THE FIRST TWO LMAAOOOOJFGAHKRNF WELL I ACCEPT THE PROPOSAL OF BEING YOUR LAB RAT WIFE <33333

#and for you raspberry charcoal carmine MWAH ❤️ #asks

[shoesofthefishermanswife]

Raspberry- I need your help to kill God. Seafoam - To understand what the fuck is wrong with you Charcoal- You have the best takes Russet- I need to borrow some money Navy- You are literally so sexy (Blushing emoji) Sage- IDK and every day I grow closer to blocking you Lilac- You make my dash better and I cherish you Harlequin- To remind me that there are still people more insane than I am on this website Apricot- I'm slowly poisoning you a little bit every day Steel- You post the most beautiful art/fics/edits Sapphire- I want to put you under a microscope and study you Carmine- I'm on one knee proposing <3 Forest- You are the stupidest motherfucker alive and I love you Mulberry- We should be having (more) gay sex Lemon- Funniest tags known to man

#couldn't sleep last night and made this #it was nia-approved so if it's bad it's her fault #if things are spelled wrong: no they aren't #ask games #why do you follow me #not dc #edit: apparently it was not bad. nia’s in the clear

[matrixonvhsanddvd]

charcoal navy lilac harlequin steel carmine lemon

u cant be parasocial about me i sucked ur dick like 3 years ago

[dawn-moths]

tw: predator/prey dynamics, reader is kidnapped under the guise of being saved, you could consider this dubcon at the end i suppose.

words: 900+

Vampire!Childe who finds you wandering through the freshly fallen snow that blankets the forests of snezhnaya, a trail of blotchy, splattered red following in the wake of your frantic, uneven footprints, leading him to you like a shiny lure dangling from a sharp hook.

Every new sound that echoes from the treetops makes you lose another notch of sanity, all logic wrung from your mind like water from a cloth until all you’re left with is the terrified instinct to keep running, don’t let it catch you.

You swore you could hear the distinct, almost but not quite human chittering of a mean chuckle every time you stumbled and nearly fell, as if the shadows took amusement in your suffering, but whether it’s all in your head or not doesn’t matter anymore.

You just have to keep running.

Against all odds, you just have to keep running.

Childe could smell you from a mile away even if your blood hadn’t been spilt, your sweet, sinfully human scent wafting through the air on a crisp breeze, tangled with the heady aroma of the thick pine that crowds the space of the wilderness.

He wants you, and so he shall have you.

But not until he’s let himself indulge in the thrill of the hunt.

The moonlight reflects off the shimmering snow, bright enough to light your way as you stumble through the woods, wounded shoulder clutched tightly in your hand, more panic flooding you every time you felt a new rush of sticky warmth slipping from between your fingers.

It lights his way too, not that he would even need a shred of illumination to see by. The night sky could be as black as the abyss and he’d still be able to find his way to you effortlessly, rushing over the twisting, uprooted terrain with the precision and grace of a dancer under the cover of pitch darkness.

His mouth was already watering at the thought of it— the thought of you, and how you’d taste— long before he’d caught you in his sights. And now, perched up in the top of a gangly pine, shrouded by all the course, spiky greenery, all he has to do is wait.

Because you’ve lost a lot of blood— far too much to remain standing for much longer, let alone trudging through the snow banks at the pace you currently are— and Childe can hear the beating of your fragile little heart, slowing more and more by the minute, soon to be claimed by the ruthless cold.

By the time you’ve collapsed against the nearest tree, breathing labored and growing more rigid and frozen with each second spent stationary as the cold laces through your aching bones, Childe closes in to make his move.

Besides, he figures you’re better off with him than left to face your final moments alone in the dark and snow. At least he’ll let you die in the comfort of warmth when that time comes to pass.

“Well, well, well…” his silky, unfamiliar voice coos, sparking a jolt within your psyche to get up, get away yet your physical form is too exhausted and delirious to exhibit much fear or fight. You simply loll your head back to rest against the tree trunk your back is pressed against, blurry vision going in and out of focus as you try to make out the figure standing before you, catching blotches of tangerine and carmine and charcoal amidst the endless sea of ivory and pine.

And then he’s kneeling by your side, fangs soaked with saliva as he concludes, “What do we have here?”

You reach for him, your trembling, bloodied hand missing a few times before finding the edge of his cloak, grip growing weaker and weaker as you breathe out, the words nothing more than a wispy puff before your lips in the frozen air, feebly begging, “Please… help me…”

Childe clicks his tongue, brushes the tips of his long, ungloved fingers across where your wound is saturated at its darkest, so quick and light you barely even feel it. He curls his tongue around the two digits that are stained with shining red— your blood, a voice in the back of your head warns you of, only it’s just a little too distant for you to register at the moment.

You feel your stomach clench and twist with dread, all the while your heart flutters and skips a beat at the sudden sound of him moaning around the taste of you.

“Please…” you plead once more, and this time, he seems to hear you.

“Don’t worry,” Childe assures you in a gentle whisper, much less sinister and sultry than before. And then you feel yourself being lifted from the frost, body floating yet still hanging heavy as your dead weight keeps your anchored tight to gravity.

Childe looks at you— looks through you, as if gazing deep into the pool of your very soul— and flashes a sharp-toothed smile. “First we’ll get you somewhere warm, and then…” There’s a chuckle laced into his next words, something cruel about it, like a cat that looks forward to toying with a mouse before killing it just for the sake of sick entertainment. He says, “And then we’ll have dinner.”

He sets off before you can even try to protest or form another thought, racing across the freshly fallen snow without leaving a trace, a phantom in the night, a reaper coming to claim your poor, lost, unlucky soul.

You lose consciousness before he reaches the edge of the forest, the darkness of your unconscious mind the last reprieve you’ll get before you wake up to find yourself faced with what will likely be a new kind of horror.

But Childe won’t just chain you up and drink you dry like most others of his kind would.

No, first, like a cruel cat toying with a helpless mouse, he has to have a little fun.

#gooooooooood i can’t stop thinking about vampires lately sorry (not sorry) #also I want to write for childe soooooo bad!! #I’ve actually had this one idea for a while (it’s not a vampire idea) that i think I’m gonna end up doing for him eventually #anywaaaaaaay…. #childe x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #genshin childe #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x y/n #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #drabble

[bunnywip]

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎

— PURPLE

Mauve.

Violet.

Lilac.

Magenta.

Plum.

Royal.

Lavender.

Grape.

Periwinkle.

Sangria.

Jam.

Heather.

Noble.

Berry.

Mulberry.

Orchid.

Amethyst.

Wine.

— BLUE

Navy.

Sky.

Turquoise.

Indigo.

Slate.

Deep.

Prussian.

Teal.

Ocean.

Peacock.

Cyan.

Azure.

Artic.

Sapphire.

Diamond.

Royal.

Ultramarine.

Aqua.

— GREEN

Pistachio.

Juniper.

Grass.

Parakeet.

Leaf.

Pine.

Basil.

Herb.

Lime.

Sage.

Chartreuse.

Fern.

Olive.

Emerald.

Shamrock.

Seafoam.

Moss.

Pear.

Mint.

— YELLOW

Canary.

Gold.

Daffodil.

Seed.

Lemon.

Butter.

Yolk.

Mustard.

Corn.

Bumblebee.

Sunny.

Honey.

Amber.

Blonde.

Banana.

Medallion.

Dandelion.

Platinum.

Buttscotch.

Dandelion.

Sunflower.

Saffron.

Dijon.

Fire.

— ORANGE

Yam.

Marigold.

Rust.

Clay.

Spiced.

Tiger.

Ginger.

Sandstone.

Apricot.

Carrot.

Amber.

Bronze.

Honey.

— PINK

Blush.

Coral.

Rosewood.

Lemonade.

Marshmallow.

Hot.

Magenta.

Bubblegum.

Fuchsia.

Rose.

Salmon.

Roseate.

Glowing.

Reddened.

Sanguine.

Peach.

Strawberry.

Punch.

Watermelon.

Flamingo.

Berry.

Rouge.

— WHITE

Milky.

Alabaster.

Pearly.

Cotton

Chiffon.

Egg-shell.

Bridal.

Snowy.

Bright.

Porcelain.

Chalky.

Creamy.

Ivory.

Empty.

Frosted.

Pale.

Lace.

Salt.

Coconut.

Silvery.

Tooth.

Daisy.

Porcelain.

Achromatic.

Delicate.

Fresh.

Bone.

Innocent.

— BLACK

Ebony.

Sable.

Crow.

Charcoal.

Grease.

Raven.

Midnight.

Pitch.

Dusky.

Inky.

Solemn.

Onyx.

Soot.

Jet.

Leather.

Obsidian.

Murky.

Cloudy.

— RED

Cherry.

Jam.

Sanguine.

Apple.

Rose.

Ruby.

Burgundy.

Maroon.

Crimson.

Merlot.

Scarlet.

Wine.

Brick.

Berry.

Blood.

Sangria.

Candy.

Blush.

Evil.

Imperial.

Ferrari.

Raspberry.

Carmine.

Chilli.

#writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #colours #writing tips

[hanakihan]

I’m honestly thinking about Jinwoo and Jinchul in their respective Monarch and AB forms like

A literal Shadow Monarch clad in armor of darkness and void, shadows bending at his will and praise him, a monolith of steadiness and glory of the dead, calm violet eyes watching world living and breathing while wind caresses his long charcoal hair

An embodiment of a God, embraced by light and universe, a presence of beliefs and certainties, gentle feather of unmoving steel watching his creation live on, ethereal gold dancing with carmine as he floats above the sinful earth

People see darkness and light meet, silently encountering each other, staring into each other’s eyes in silent exchange and such ethereal image is broken when supposed God sighs really loudly and tiredly just floating closer to Shadow Monarch just to smack him on back of his head and scold him in classic Jinchul fashion while Jinwoo looks sheepish and tries to escape

Two godly like figures and it’s literally Jinchul and Jinwoo daily interaction LMAO

#solo leveling #woo jin chul #sung jin woo #it’s just fucking funny there’s almost ethereal image #and then it’s them back to their daily routine #but now jinchul actually has means to kick some asses #and he’s gonna do it man deserves to have some therapy session for all those years #also if you thought Empyrea is purely healing/support thing you are gravely mistaken lmao #Empyrea can and will destroy

[miscling]

Charcoal, sapphire, and carmine ^^' I just can't help it!! you're gorgeous and so so good <3

-sin-seraphilia

MEOW! (i know, it says puppy, it only ever says puppy... but i'm a kitty!)

sapphire and carmine are fun, i bet i would do a good job raising you!

thank you!

#miscling answers #sin-seraphilia

[naptimeneos]

⸝⸝ INTRUSIGENDER

(intrusive + gender)

intrusigender ; a gender influenced by intrusive thoughts, especially those caused by (g)ocd. one may be in denial or confused about their gender, or obsess over finding the "correct" label - is their current label the right one? what if they're not really that label? are they faking?

this gender is made with obsessive compulsive disorder in mind.

coined by div !

(alt id ; a five-striped flag. two stripes on the top and two stripes on the bottom are equal in size; the middle stripe is twice as big as the others. a triangle covers part of the flag, asking as an inverted mask of the stripe colours. the stripe colours, from top to bottom, are as follows: deep carmine, dark rose, bone, steel grey, blue charcoal.)

#📜 #intrusigender #gender ocd #coining #xenogender #liom #plurality #gender coining #mogai coining #neogender #pride flag #liom coining #liom gender #mogai #ocd #ocdgender

[virtualgirladv]

Lemon, carmine, charcoal

Parasocial t4t lust>?? oh my >< You too ><

good puppy? me???

#another-toy-to-break #vga.ask #VirtualGirlAdv

[facelessoldgargoyle]

Reasons I follow you ask:

Sage, Carmine, Forest, Mulberry, Lemon but most of all more than anything Charcoal

arf arf 🥰😊💛🐶😘🔪

[anatheyma]

RASPBERRY CHARCOAL NAVY LILAC HARLEQUIN STEEL CARMINE FOREST MULBERRY

#HELL YEAH BABY

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Favorites Tag Game!

I wasn't tagged by anyone, but this tag game sounded really cool, and I saw an open tag for it somewhere here, so there we go! (:

Rules: share photos of your OCs' favorite color, season, shoe choice, weapon, and pastime, then change up any one of the five favorite things categories for the next round.

I'll go with the cast of Enchanted Illusions for this one.

Augustus Grimmure - carmine red, autumn, derby shoes or loafers, dagger or any kind of knife (even a kitchen knife will do, but he doesn't like guns at all, finds them impractically loud), learning new dark magic spells or reading by the fireplace.

Harriet Sharppe - pastel yellow or pink, winter, balmoral boots, pocketknife, studying weird insects and collecting plant specimens - especially poisonous ones.

Evangeline Daemitya - sky blue, spring, fancy low-heel pump shoes, fencing saber or just plain magic, making intricate drawings on her sketchbook/journal or listening to music

Cailean Telkerly - very dark green, doesn't have a favorite season, simple leather boots, pocket pistol or brass knuckles, figuring out new inventive ways to make his heists work - also likes stargazing and dancing

Agatha Greenwoods - teal or grey, summer, laced shoes - likes walking without shoes, just socks, when at home though, switchblade, drinking tea while studying her case - also collects random interesting trinkets she finds

Marcus Kallihan - doesn't have a favorite color, winter, shoes that allow him to be as silent as possible, is an expert at almost any kind of gun imaginable + plus is a sniper, practicing knife throwing, though he prefers to spend time playing with his dog

Ambrose Prosper - purple (absolutely any shade of it) and gold, spring, explorer's boots, dual-wielding guns, is surprisingly good at crocheting, goes to the opera frequently, and also likes people watching (judging them silently)

Thaddeus Lockhill - dark red, winter, leather combat boots, any kind of weapon available at a given moment - is good at improvising and using the environment to his advantage, would say he has no time for hobbies due to his ✨cause/revolution✨ but secretly likes singing

Vincent Sharppe - charcoal black, gentleman shoes freshly shined, autumn, sword cane (which can be impractical in some situations because he actually needs his cane to walk), secretly plays the piano, paints, and does scrapbooking

Clarence Van Sterlling - sunshine yellow (ironic, since he is a vampire), winter, knee-length boots with or without heels, rapier sword or just his fangs if need be, collects tin soldiers and other kinds of small dolls/figurines

Valentine Concordium - dried-leaf orange, summer and autumn, fancy shoes with intricate designs, literally a broadsword or just a regular gun, journaling and collecting a bunch of stuff

Tagging (gently, with no pressure) - @oh-no-another-idea, @little-peril-stories, @clairelsonao3, @writernopal, @memento-morri-writes and @tabswrites

The next 5 words will be color, season, shoe choice, weapon, and food.

#wip: enchanted illusions #tag games #oc favorites tag #my writing #my characters #writers on tumblr #character writing #my wips #writerblr #writing #writeblr #writers