#i love. black + rainbow. white + rainbow. and neutral + rainbow

[skunkes]

quick pupysona design adjustment

#furry #a doodley #i love. black + rainbow. white + rainbow. and neutral + rainbow #i saw a dark brown and white and rainbow plush and was gonna make an adopt inspired by it #but i was like wait. i like this i want it for me. #couldnt decide if he shld be more orange or red but smunker always jumps between peach salmon and purple pink so its okey #kind of a wip bc i think the rainbow looks sloppy but i dont like doing smooth gradients... #+ i didnt know if i shld add his darker patterns back... #i think less is more especially with my own fursonas #he'd look really boring with clothes on (no flowers!) so maybe i will add the dark fur back onto the awrms

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Y'all enjoyed the comparison post of the Before & Afters of HGTVs Barbie Dreamhouse Challenge, so much, yesterday, I thought you'd like to see what it looked like BEFORE the Barbie transformation. They looked at 50 houses before they chose this beige one.

Here come the designers with pink sledge hammers. I'm also including this link to an article about how the neighborhood thought it was a nightmare: https://www.theringer.com/tv/2023/8/17/23834446/hgtv-barbie-dreamhouse-challenge-renovation-project-neighborhood-nightmare

Apparently, it was never meant to be livable. (Ah, but it is! I would definitely live here with my Barbie collection. It would be the jewel in the crown.)

Seriously, I hate the dated oak. And, HGTV paid $1.75M for it?

It was plain. Nothing special at all, but I guess they chose it b/c it has nice swirling walls, stairs and balconies.

Wow, they put in these great floors, only to be removed again, and replaced by wood flooring. This rainbow ceiling went right back to white.

I still can't believe they turned it into a white, gray and black version of the same dull house.

The kitchen was so dated and missing a fridge. They used such high end reproduction appliances that they kept them and they actually make the new modern kitchen look ugly.

Seriously, I don't like the way the retro appliances look in the new improved kitchen. They're too retro for the modern look.

Boring family room had no personality.

What a disappointing primary bedroom before. They really dressed it up- love the sparkly ceiling.

They kept the wall fireplace as a focal point.

The en-suite was big and bland.

The only room they kept was Ken's den but they got rid of the disco floor. Come on.

Barbie's office got built-in shelving, which they also kept.

Barbie's closet was eventually eliminated and turned into another home office.

And, now, with it's new white & black transformation, it's been sold. The neighborhood is happy, the new owner is happy, all the neutral lovers are happy.

https://www.businessinsider.com/before-and-after-photos-of-hgtvs-barbie-dreamhouse-2023-7#the-designers-also-wanted-the-room-to-feel-distinctly-like-barbies-office-45

#HGTV barbie dreamhouse challenge #barbie's house #houses #house tours #home tour #before and after houses #before and after

[gffa]

Sometimes I get defensive about those house decor posts I see going around where people say that the neutral colors/black & white sleek look is "soulless" and they want to bite, kill, rend, and destroy for getting rid of the color in their homes. Setting aside that people should be allowed to do whatever they want in their own homes, let me tell you what "color" means to me: Everything in my life was a different color. Every room had every color crammed into it. Which sounds like, oh, that must have been a pretty rainbow effect! It wasn't, none of these colors were meant to go together, it's a hot pink plastic shoebox set on top of a dark brown folding table holding three wildly different shades of brown hand towels, some cornflower blue notebooks, and orange pens. It's burnt orange shag carpeting in the living room and hallway, with slate blue chairs, and a white tv tray loaded up with bright yellow pill and cornflower blue bottles and pale wood bookshelf next to dark brown folding table next to pine-colored dresser next to medium dark wood nightstand, all of those that fake material with the sticker made to look like wood, not actual wood. It's lime green countertops and dark beige flooring with one faded yellow wall, one off-white wall, and one faded mint green wall. It's a pine wood mimicking kitchen table with gold trim that's a sticker not actual wood, combined with one black rolling chair, one maroon and oak chair (not actual wood), and one gray upholstered chair. It's a robin's egg blue frayed blanket tossed over the red-and-black walker in the corner, which is also loaded up with the dark green and dark blue exercise bands. It's white and beige pieces of paper plopped everywhere. And all of these colors are faded so they're not really even pretty on their own, it's just a mishmash everywhere. All of this together in one house and that's just a fraction of it, it's a constant clashing of colors and, if there was a foot of space against the wall available, it had another dresser, nightstand, or bookshelf shoved into it. I look at some of these colorful homes that people love and I think they're beautiful and I get so much joy out of people in their homes loving their surroundings! But I will never be able to live in that kind of color for myself again without being heartsore about it. I've gone for a neutral palette now that I'm making the design decisions, I'm choosing white walls (admittedly with a little bit of a blue undertone that you only notice when it's picking up other things' colors), black trim, and gray/white/black/brown reclaimed wood flooring. I picked out a gray/white/black comforter to throw over the bed with a black headboard and black + gray pillows. I'm getting some subtle green accents to put in the room, the guest room has been going with a pale yellow theme (to accent the black/white/gray/grown colors), I'm not eschewing color all together, but those bright, overwhelming colors are not what makes my soul sing. Neutral colors are not a soulless choice on my part, it's the first time in my life that I feel like it's finally clean, that I can breathe properly. You could scrub down a room with seafoam and forest green colors and have it so clean you could lick the walls and I would still have to go outside and take a moment to gather myself together if I had to live in it, because for me "color" means messy and I've had an entire lifetime of mess. I love when people put bright orange or bright green on their walls, that rocks and I will come over and genuinely tell you how beautiful it is, because I understand that it makes your soul sing. But understand that, in turn, having sleek, subtle colors makes my soul sing in a way that's just as genuine.

#lumi.txt #hoarding

[eddiessluttywaist]

angsty ending (as if)

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES

summary: sad ending to part three of as if 💔

pairing: bully!mean!perv!eddie munson x perv!fem reader

word count: 812 words

content/warnings: swearing, mentions of smutty content MDNI (y/n is 18), bully!eddie, mean!eddie, perv!eddie, bully kink (?), teasing, angst :(((, rejection, grudges. i think that’s all pls tell me if i miss anything!

a/n: eddie’s actually the worst i’m so sorry. it’s arguably a really basic ending tbh but to me it’s so heartbreaking idk about y’all.

part one - part two - start of part three - surprise part four based on this ending

*

Eddie never did work up the nerve to properly ask you what you meant by that blunt reply that one Autumn day. And he really should have rather than let it fester like some sort of black mold in every dark corner of his mind. It made him grow bitter again. He stayed as sweet as he could to keep you wrapped around his finger, but he was really starting to hate you for that day. He hated that you had made him so sweet—even for a moment. He hated that he couldn’t have just simply hated you and bully you only to make you miserable. He hated that deep down he was sure that you only grew to like the excitement of how wrong this all was. After all truly being with him…? As if, right?

You’d grow bored of him by your first semester of college, finding yourself all cozied up to some fucking tool in pre-med or some shit like that. He had to hurt you the way you had hurt him that day in ‘83. He had to hurt you the way he was so sure you’ll hurt him once you realize you want a normal, boring relationship. He thought about it every time you made him smile or his heart ache or his stomach clench—just so angry that he was inevitably temporary to you. A phase in your perfect little world filled with loving parents and white picket fences and your pick of colleges to choose from.

So he fucked everything up. He couldn’t help himself when you presented the opportunity so perfectly. You were half naked in your cutesy bed, all laid out after spending hours fucking off and on. It was a muggy, rainy day and those were the days you felt so domestic with him. Like you were having sex on a calm, Sunday morning in a home you shared while the rain pit-pattered against the windows. So maybe it got to your head, maybe you were actually sincere. Either way, you looked over at him as he smoked over by that window you never locked anymore. (He really wasn’t supposed to be smoking in your room, but at least you got him to stay by the window whenever he did).

“Eddie?” You ask in a soft voice. His head tilts and he looks at you expectantly with a lazy raise of his brows.

“I think I love you…”

Think. Why was that the part he was focusing on? He kept his face neutral and you could hear the crackling end of his cigarette burning as he breathed in. You toyed with your comforter with anxious hands.

“Do… do you love me…?”

It was something you had been thinking about for a while. Something you had wanted to admit for a while. All the time you two spent together was likely more about lust for him than anything else, but you had to tell him how you felt. You needed to see if there was more potential to this than sneaking around. You had been brooding over it for the past few weeks as you started to really consider telling him—actually having had a few failed attempts up your sleeve by now. You felt nauseous when you thought about him not feeling the same way. You tried to keep a rein on your expectations (especially considering this was Eddie you were admitting this to), but sometimes they got away from you. Sometimes you imagined a world where he had also been secretly holding onto a love of his own for you. He had certainly become gentler with you. Kinder, even, so who says he couldn’t love you back? You feared you had let yourself sink into the sunshine and rainbows side of what could be, rather than what was arguably the more realistic side. The one where he laughed off your feelings like it wouldn’t grip onto your lungs and form a heavy knot in the pit of your stomach. The one where you wind up all alone, wondering how you could have become so delusional along the way.

Eddie let out a partial snort despite that fiery grip on his heart, looking down at that small hole in the bottom of his boxers then looked over at you—taking you all in before your expression crumbled from four simple, cruel words. Before you try to laugh it off and say Eddie, I’m being serious (you had hoped his smirk at his own response was a sign of playfulness rather than smug maliciousness). Before he shrugs you off to flick his cigarette outside to fizzle out in the rain. Before leaving you all alone with a whiplash that you feared you gave yourself by driving too fast towards the sunshine and rainbows with someone who really never would’ve let you get too far.

“Love you? As if.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #bully!eddie munson #mean!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson #stranger things x reader #as if eddie munson #stranger things imagine #as if eddiessluttywaist #as if part 3 #as if part 3 eddiessluttywaist #as if angst

[xwingsandohs]

did anyone say good omens fanfic x cupid!reader ?!?!?

good evening tumblr. i have many thoughts for the ineffable fandom. can’t get out of my head a cupid!reader that crowley hangs out with now that azi is gone?!?? broken heart crowley?!?! crowley x reader smut ?!? gender neutral reader?!?!? gender bending crowley?!?!? sex shop running cupid ?!?!?!??! 🫣🤔🤭🪽

I wrote a drabble. Please send thoughts. May write a fic 🫣 XOXO, xwingsandohs.

Angels and demons have always been assigned their roles on earth to protect peace and create chaos, but it’s in the 15th century (or so) that the Almighty notices that humans have evolved themselves beyond simple procreation. And so God creates the Cupids, not necessarily a legion of angels and definitely not demonic, but a collection of holy beings powered by Earthly love to bring happiness and prosperity to humanity in new ways.

Where Aziraphale was defined by white hair and golden clothes, Crowley recognised by fiery red locks and sleek suits; this particular Cupid is defined by a rainbow of colours, patterns and flowers for every occasion.

It’s been three months since Aziraphale left for Heaven’s gates, or escalators to be more accurate, and your attempts to foster and create love in London has suffered thanks to a certain lonely demon moping around. Crowley can’t admit he just needs the company.

“Coffee?” You ask, Crowley hums positively. “What would you like?”

“Something strong.” He’s sitting on a lovely green couch in the back room of your shop, sprawled in all his comfort. It’s decorated with a variety of silly cushions, one particular eye-catching one being bright blue with orange tassels.

The room is littered with beige boxes of spare stock and new deliveries, but you still keep it looking bright with a mis-matched collection of hanging prints and printed wallpaper. You keep it on theme with what you stock.

“I know that, silly.” You shake your head and smile as always, you both do this routine most mornings. The coffee bean grinder grunts loudly and you pick out two big mugs from the cupboard. “What shall I try draw in your coffee with the milk? You know I’ve been practising.”

You have been practising. Despite coffee not being the main draw of your high street shop, you have a vision of giving out free drinks to customers if you can master the art of the latte. You’re getting better, actually.

“A leaf.” Your friend responds, standing up and heading towards you.

“You say that every time!”

Crowley picks up the yellow striped mug you’d taken out for his drink.

“I like the leaf.”

He’s nonchalant. He puts the mug back and looks around for the one he wants.

“But it’s easy and I’d like a challenge. Something silly.”

You grin up at him with a little humour, and he looks back to you with a raised brow.

He can’t find the mug.

You look up and find the mug immediately. It’s completely plain and black, with a slightly lighter shade of grey on the inside. He bought it and gave it to you especially for his drinks. You always fight back.

“Fine.” Crowley says with exasperation. “How about….” He looks around for inspiration in your decor, finding little that he wishes to ask for. “A tree?”

“Oh, I know!” You almost cut him off, exclaiming. He doesn’t know why you bother asking, again, this is your routine. His eyes roll and you can sense it without even seeing. “I’ve just remembered something I saw online the other day and I’d like to try it out.”

“Sure.” He rubs across his face with his hands then spins on the spot to head back to a seat on the couch. The milk steamer screeches and he considers it his cue.

“Could you do me a quick favour before I unlock the doors?” He stops, seconds away from reclaiming comfort on the velvet. He’s not your assistant, but you tend to always ask for these little things.

“I know you’re not my assistant, but there’s a pile of online orders printed out that I need to put together. Could you grab that pile from upstairs for me? It’s next to the-“

“The computer.” He finishes. Routinely.

You finish the coffee.

By the time he’s brought down the pile of paper and placed it where you like it behind the till incase of a quiet moment, you’re skipping over to unlock the door and flip the sign to ‘Open!’ Before it hits 9:01.

Then you rush back to grab the two mugs.

Crowley looks around at the shelves and pegs that hold the stock and shakes his head at everything he sees, humans and their rubbish. He does however appreciate the collection of green plants that have found a place amongst the shelves since he’d been spending lots of time here. They perhaps even look happier than his own, or maybe the colourful shelves really bring out their green.

“I wonder what lovely people will walk through our doors today?” You say with a smile, taking your first sip of coffee and smearing the pattern. Your hand holds out the other cup to Crowley.

He shrugs, takes the coffee from your hand and looks down at the pattern. “It’s a…”

“-A seahorse!” He wouldn’t have guessed it really, but when you point it out he notices. It’s definitely an animal of some sort.

“I like it.” He doesn’t really care for it, but you seem to like the labour, he understands that care. “Although it’s a little…”

He’s not going to say the word.

You’re still grinning, you know the word.

“A little…?” You ask.

“You know, it’s…” He doesn’t say.

“Phallic?” You say it. He doesn’t look away from the coffee.

“Phallic.” He confirms with an unsurprising demeanour .

“I know!” You giggle, he shakes his head.

“You really do take this all very seriously, don’t you?” Crowley chuffs as he leans back against the counter and takes his first sip.

“You could say it’s all about passion in this business.”

Well…. What else would a Cupid sell? The bell above the door rings.

“Good morning.” You call to the first two customers that come through the door. They respond politely back. “Welcome to Sugar ‘n’ Spice, let us know if we can help with anything.”

“Actually, we were looking for some bondage gear?” The lady says as her partner shrinks slightly behind her.

“Of course! Let me introduce you to our selection and then I’ll leave you to shop on your own.”

#here to bring chaos #and smut #and chaos #good omens #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #crowley x reader #cupid!reader #cant really remember the inspo #writing drabbles #good omens drabbles

[sluttyminghao]

what colors do you think svt likes most when you paint your nails? in terms of what they love best when wrapped around their cock, that is

Seungcheol: bold and bright colours; firetruck red, royal blue, emerald green. bonus points if you wear acrylics and get stiletto-shaped nails, he cums so quick

Jeonghan: black or white. it's very simple but he just loves looking at the contrast between his cock and your hands and would love short nails

Joshua: I feel like he'd def be into more neutrals, browns and greys and cream colours. he doesn't mind what colour though he isn't really focused on it

Junhui: I feel like he loves pink nails, but only a specific pink like this, and also if you had some kind of sparkly colour or diamonds he goes nuts. girlypop 4 lyfe

Soonyoung: I think he loves light pastels especially pastel blue or yellow. honestly, he doesn't care much, but if you came home with a tiger print nail you'd be pinned to the bed asap

Wonwoo: honestly I think he loves white, with small intricate details like a heart on each finger or smth. as long as you can wrap his hand around his cock he's satisfied.

Jihoon: loves red! and black! if you had these two on your nails at the same time he would go into a horny frenzy and fuck you like there's no tomorrow

Seokmin: likes rainbow, but pastel. he'd loves just studying each colour and it makes a pretty rainbow when you move your hand quickly on his cock, so it's a win

Mingyu: likes the jewel colours, greens and blues! loves how they stand out against your skin and his and he can get a really good look at your hands while you jerk him off

Minghao: I feel like he loves oranges and yellows, lots of autumnal colours with a hint of sparkle. he doesn't take notice too much until you drag your nails over his abdomen to gain his attention

Seungkwan: french tip nails! bonus if they are a little longer because he likes the feeling of your nails dragging against his sensitive skin :)

Vernon: metallic colours! he likes how it keeps his eyes trained on your hands and he loves just watching how your hand moves against his supple skin.

Chan: likes seeing purples and pinks, more floral colours than anything. he doesn't have a rhyme or reason for it but just likes the colours and thinks they look pretty

#sluttyhao reaction #sluttyhao smut #kpop smut #kpop reaction #seventeen smut #seventeen reaction

[bisexualcage]

hey! first off, i just wanna say i love your writing and the way you write johnny! if you’re comfortable with it, would you write a johnny x reader fic where reader is asexual (can be any gender) and tells johnny one night and thinks he’s gonna be like upset or whatever by the news but he’s actually really supportive and asks about it to learn more? and maybe at some point reader or johnny’s friend (or honestly just a random stranger would work too lol) asks how reader can be asexual but romantic at the same time?

totally not based off a convo i had with my friend lmao

- Hey! Thank you so much ahhh ❤️ Took my time with this one, hope you like it and that I hope did some sort of justice for ace rep <3, p.s changed a few things up

Shades of Black, Grey, White, & Purple /

Johnny Cage x Gender Neutral!Asexual Reader

warnings: brief dialogue about intimacy, sex ect.

An: I proofread this pretty quickly lol

“You haven’t touched your food, honey…”

Johnny and you decided to attend a pride parade, with that came some hot greasy foods and just overall a good time. It was Johnny’s first time attending one with you, according to him he’s a “pride parade veteran” which made you laugh. But despite the laughs and the great atmosphere you couldn’t help but grow sour at what was growing inside of you and what’s been eating at you for weeks now since you’ve both been dating.

You snap out of your trance as you hear Johnny’s voice echo in your ear; “Oh- yeah- my bad.” you take a bite out of your corn dog and chuckle.

Johnny of course didn’t buy it, he shrugged it aside for the sake of having a good time but you could tell that he could tell something has been up lately. An occasional fan of his would stop him for a selfie or two as you both admired the different pride flags being waved in display and ate food, his arm around your waist as he pulled you against his side. Music blasted in the background and whistles went off as people walked down the street celebrating, it was such an inviting and welcoming atmosphere.

Johnny takes a bite out of your corn dog without much warning and grinned, “Hey, you ain’t eating it so I might as well.”

You chuckle back and lean your head against his shoulder as you both walked, but pause as soon as you spot an huge asexual flag being waved by a person. Your heart beat went fast, your skin turning warm. You’ve been doing research on asexuality for a while now, it’s been keeping you up at night and has consumed most of your days. Trying to figure out if that was missing puzzle piece you needed. Seeing another person identify the same way made you earn goosebumps and it gave you a contagious smile that Johnny quickly took notice of.

“Aw, what’s up baby? See something you like that isn’t me?” He says cockily but with a playful tone, his shades shining against the sun.

You roll your eyes and elbow him softly with a snort; “Shut up, Johnny.” You smile at him. His eyes follow yours and they see how you’re staring at the big flag a few feet away, he raises his eyebrow but doesn’t question it.

“Say, I’m not that knowledgeable about pride flags, care to tell me a few?”

You snort, “I thought you said you were a ‘Pride Veteran’.”

Johnny laughs, “And I am! I just haven’t studied up on all the flags yet. I mean, I know the rainbow one and the bisexual one.”

“I’d be concerned you being a bisexual man and not knowing those.” You snort loudly.

Johnny bites his lip at your teasing and leans in to kiss your cheek, “So you gonna tell me a few other flags?”

You hum, thinking about the asexual flag but quickly shove it aside seeming as you’re not ready to open that can of worms yet. “…oh there’s the lesbian flag, it’s all pinkish and reddish!”

Johnny’s eyes light up, “Oh yeah? I think I saw that one being flown early I was wondering what it was!”

You chuckle as you continue to tell him about a few other flags, like the trans flag and the non binary one. It was fun seeing him so engaged in queer culture, his eyes light up like a Christmas tree when he sees you explaining them. An ice cream vendor with a little cart comes in to view suddenly and Johnny almost jumps at the sight, running to the man and dragging you with him.

“What flavors you got?” Johnny said a bit too excitedly at the vendor.

“Coconut, passion fruit-“ the vendor went on.

“PASSION FRUIT?!” You interrupt, your mouth watering. “Can I have passion fruit please?!”

Johnny looked at you an unmistakable warmth in his eyes and shook his head at your enthusiasm. “I’ll have the same as this nerd over here.” He elbows you playfully.

The vendor quickly got to scooping passion fruit ice cream in to 2 cups and handing them over to you both, you begin licking the soft serve immediately.

“How much is it?” Johnny takes out his wallet like it was an automatic thing, he always refused to let you pay no matter how much you insisted to him so you just let him eventually.

“6 bucks.” The vendor said with a smile.

Johnny laughed and shook his head, “Look man, I only have 100$ dollar bills on me— I don’t have change but take it. It’s fine-“

The vendor puts up his hands, “No sir, I can’t do that-“

Johnny grabs the man’s hand and places the 100$ dollar bill in his palm, “Take it. I have too many of these anyways. Give out the rest of the ice cream if you want to the rest of the pride parade. Say it’s a gift from Johnny Cage, okay?” Johnny smiles warmly and pulls you to walk with him while you both consumed the icy treat in the warm summer weather.

“Man, you didn’t even let him refuse-“ you laugh, warmth overtaking your cheeks at his philanthropic behavior he always exhibited.

Johnny licked the creamy ice cream down, giving you a look, “You know me honey, I’m stubborn.”

“Well- not just stubborn but caring.” You give him a kiss on the cheek.

Johnny blushes, “Oh zip it.”

“I love seeing you red, sorry!”

As you both finish your ice cream the pride parade seems to settle down a bit and so you both take a seat on a park bench, enjoying each others company. Johnny kept looking at you every few seconds, not hiding his infatuation with you. At the back of your head you were struggling with how to break the news to him with your asexuality. It ate at you every day and you can no longer take it, it scared you how he’d react even though he’s never given you a reason to. Always been keen to learn more and never judged people on sexuality or identity but still.

You take a deep breath and look at him shyly, playing with your hands as birds flew over you both and the sun toasted your skins. “I gotta tell you something…” you trail off, not really making eye contact with him.

Johnny spotted your jittery behavior and placed a muscly arm around your shoulders; “Please, don’t tell me you like pineapple on pizza.” He jokes, trying to make you laugh while you were clearly struggling to look at him.

You snort loudly, his joke working in making you lighten up a bit. “Remember how I told you how I’d tell you whenever I’d be ready for…more intimidate things? I’m not sure that’s gonna happen.”

Johnny nodded, his expression growing serious and his eyebrows furrowing with worry.

“…been thinking a while on this and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m…” you continue and grow red, swallowing hard.

“It’s okay, honey. Tell me.” Johnny whispers in you ear, rubbing your shoulder tenderly.

“I’m- I’m asexual.” You blurt out, closing your eyes tightly.

Johnny stays quiet thinking deeply, going through word choices carefully in his head. But he didn’t seem at all bothered to which you let out a relieved sigh, he was filled with curiosity and a small grin on his face. “Okay, can you explain more to me, baby?”

You blush and lean your head on his shoulder lazily, sighing; “It’s when you experience little or no sexual attraction to others. That being said, it’s more of a spectrum ya know? Everyone is different. There’s asexuals who participate in sex despite not really having sexual attraction, and there’s others who’d rather not want to participate in sexual intercourse whatsoever.”

Johnny’s gears turn, trying to be careful with what he wants to say; “Oh okay. That’s cool!” He swallows deeply now, a shyness overcoming his expression; “…Do you still love me despite being asexual? Or how does it work?” The actor says with apprehension, “Sorry if it’s a stupid question-“

You hug him firmly and rub his back; “It’s not. Babe, me being asexual doesn’t negate the fact that I love you with my entire heart. There’s a difference between romantic and sexual attraction and trust me I’ve never not been romantically in love with you. Someone who lacks romantic attraction is aromantic. In fact, lots of asexuals like me seek romantic relationships.”

Johnny grows red, his nose nuzzling against your neck; “Oh that makes sense, duh!” He laughs and it’s gently dies down before he speaks again; “I love you so much, thank you for trusting me with this— I know it couldn’t be easy. But I never EVER would have denied you your own experience.” He now starts rubbing your back, not caring how public y’all were with affection.

There was a warmth that overtook you as soon as he said those words, a sense of peace; “Oh thank god- I- I was so scared to break it to you. I didn’t want to disappoint in any expectations-“

Johnny leaned back a bit and caressed your jaw with his warm hand, “Shhh, you’d never. How can I shame you for something that you are? Something you can’t help, honey? Whether you want to have sex or not any sex whatsoever that’s not the core of our relationship.”

You nod, a tear trickling down your cheek, “You’re too good for me.”

Johnny kisses your wet cheek softly; “No, quite the opposite. You’re so patient and kind to me, so willing to teach me about things when you don’t gotta do shit. The least I can do is be receptive and kind back.”

The afternoon was slowly seeping in to evening, the sky was no longer too sunny and darkness was beginning to cloud the skies. The pride festival had almost nearly died down and there was only a few people walking about.

“Can I ask you something though? Earlier, you were staring at this big purple, black and white flag…was that the asexual flag?” He quirks up an eyebrow with pure curiosity.

You chuckle, seeing how easily he always read you; “Yeah, it was, I was gonna tell ya but…I got stuck.”

“Honey, I saw it all over your face. You’ve been off all these days and now…well, we know why. Hopefully you feel better now yeah?” He rubs your back and pecks your nose.

“Completely…” you breathe out with a happy sigh, “It’s like I can breathe now.”

Johnny grins at you lovingly, his smile reaching his eyes. He then brings you up with him off the bench, “How about we head home, and we can over what you’re comfortable with and not? Maybe we’ll watch a film and snuggle up too, how’s that sound sugar?”

“Magical, just…magical.”

#johnny cage #mortal kombat #johnny cage x y/n #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x gn reader #johnny cage x ace reader #mk1 #johnny cage x you

[peonypaint]

happy tdov! i meant to have these actually posted on the 31st but i got busy. these are just a few of the trans hcs i have that i was thinking of at the time while doodling, i promise you i think 500 toku characters are trans

full id under the cut

[ ID: three digital sketch pages of super sentai and kamen rider characters. the drawings are done mostly in black and white pen with some details such as the trans and nonbinary flag highlighted in colors. the first sketch page shows from left to right philip, shoutarou, and akira. philip is wearing a hair clip of the nonbinary flag and another of a star, raising one hand to his mouth as he looks down with an expression of excitement and realization. next to him are three exclamation points in a speech bubble. to the right, shoutarou stands behind his office desk chair and fixes his tie, eyes closed and looking proud with a smile. he has a lapel pin on his suit pocket of the trans flag. on his desk are scattered papers, a type writer, and a mug with pens in it that reads "#1 PI". next to shoutarou are sparkles. below these drawings is akira, who has a trans flag sticker on his hard helmet, which he is tipping up with one hand as he looks off to the left with a smile. around him are patterns of rainbows and the toqger train. the next drawing shows from left to right, ankh, enter, and jin, with smaller drawings of hina, j, and ryuuji. ankh is sitting with one hand propping up his chin and the other holding a popsicle stick in his mouth, he looks off to the left with a neutral expression. he has a bracelet of the nonbinary flag colors on his wrist. next to him is a drawing of hinas face, with the words "hina made it for him. best little sister". to the right is a smaller drawing of enter, who lifts up his hands and says "im made of computer data of course im trans lol". on the bottom of the page is a bust profile drawing of jin, who holds up a peace sign and looks off to the left with a smile. next to jin is a smaller drawing of j holding the trans flag, and below j is a small drawing of ryuuji, holding up his hands and smiling as he says "go senpai!". the third drawing shows kenzaki standing in front of hajime. hajime has a neutral expression and is standing stiffly, while kenzaki holds up his hands to present hajime with a loving expression. the text above hajime reads "this bug guy is trans" and there is an arrow pointing to him. next to kenzaki is text that reads "and i love him". /END ID]

#kamen rider ooo #kamen rider blade #kamen rider w #tokumei sentai gobusters #ressha sentai toqger

[submissiveking99]

Nerd Talk- The Emotional Spectrum

Here we go with a classic Nerd Talk back again!

This time we are doing over one of the oldest, most classic, things in all of DC! But also something that is surprisingly recent!

The Emotional Spectrum!

(And, yes, I will be including Each Corps' own oaths. Not evwey variant of the Green lantern Oath, just the main one for each Corps)

The Emotional Spectrum is what several groups across the DC universe draw their power from.

Originally we just knew of the green. Then others where introduced and more beyond that

But getting ahead of myself. For now just know this: different coloured rings with different emotional connections/power sources and different abilities (to am extent)

Red for Rage

Orange for Avarice

Yellow for Fear

Green of Will/Courage

Blue for Hope

Indigo for Compassion

Violet for Love

White for Life

Black for Death

And.... Two others

.....

Next!

Lantern Corps

So. Not going to be going into a LOT of detail for all these, just general over views

Just know that the Guardians of the Universe created the Green Lanter Corps, accessing the Green Life of Will as it is the most neutral of emotions on the spectrum

Each light has a corps associated with it and each ring holds a 24 hour charge (or the equivalent to their own planet) unless you over use it

Each light interacts with others differently as well

The Emotional Entities

Another aspect of the Emotional Spectrum is the very Emotional Entities itself.

Each portion of the light is personified by a living creature made up of raw energy. Evolved creatures that where the first to feel the emotions they imbody

The first being to will itself to move. The first being to inflict fear. The first being to murder. So on and so forth

They can bond with, merge with, a living being. Bringing them to near God levels. No need to eat, to sleep. Power 1000% times that of a lantern ring

Also.... Imagine the Emotional Spectrum as a rainbow. Or the light spectrum. Because it is. Red and Pink are the very most outer colours with green in the middle. So think of that when you see the headings of each section from now on

Now with that out of the way, preamble done. On to....

THE CENTER- GREEN LANTERNS

In Brightest Day, In Blackest Night;

No Evil Shall Escape My Sight!

Let Those Who Worship Evils Might;

Beware My Power- GREEN LANTERN'S LIGHT!

The Green Lanterns are the first concept for the Emotional Spectrum we the readers ever saw, as well as the main one we have seen over the years.

Will is the power behind the Green Light. But to say it is will is... Almost incorrect. Almost. "You have the ability to overcome great gear, welcome to the Green Lantern Corps" is what the ring says before it slides onto your finger. Being able to overcome fear is the literal definition of bravery, of courage. Which is also emphasised by the yellow light of fear weakening a green lanterns power, and even immune to it

You have the ability to overcome great fear. Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps.

But it's also not incorrect to say the green light is will. As the Green Lantern Light's power is shaped by your imagination, your desire, your will given shape itself

The green Light is the centre of the spectrum. The calmest, the easiest to control and will not control the user. The most neutral of the lights

Used by the Green Lantern Corps, the universe is seperated into multiple sectors. Each sector is supposed to only have one Lantern in it to keep the peace.... Outside Space Second 2814. AKA the place with Earth. Where we have like 8 Lanterns, not counting Alan Scott who technically doesn't count but kind of does

The Green Lantern Corps' Entity is Ion, a giant space whale thing

A rather peaceful and kind being who tends to enjoy working with a host and letting them use their powers

NEGATIVE INNER- SINESTRO CORPS

In Blackest Day, In Brightest Night;

Beware Your Fears Made Into Light.

Let Those Who Try To Stop What's Right;

Burn Like My Power- SINESTRO'S MIGHT!

The Yellow Lantern Corps, also known as the Sinestro Corps, was founded by... Well... Sinestro. A former Green Lantern

It's exact origins have been fiddled with a bit sonbit going into detail. Basically, Sinestro made his own corps to take out the Green Lanterns and take their place as the peace keepers of the universe but in a dictator ship

The rings choose those who either FEEL great fear, or CAUSE great fear in others.

You have the ability to instill great fear.Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.

They also form constructs based off their targets fears, instead of what the user imagines. Just producing creepy images in order to try and remove their foes abilities to fight.

Yellow Light weakens Green Light, as fear erodes will power. Makes hesitation. Causing the Green Lanterns to have to put more effort into their abilities

And now... We have Parallax, the Fear Entity and the most well known entity

This giant space bug was captured within the Green Lantern's Central Power Battery for years, it's fear energy existence corrupting the battery slightly and giving the rings the inability to effect anything yellow for years

From it's place within the Power Battery, Parallax began to mess with Hal Jordon's mind and helped drive him over the edge when Coast City was destroyed, then later fully possessing Hal when he killed all the Green Lanterns.

Yeah shit goes wild

POSITIVE INNER- BLUE LANTERN CORPS

In Fearful Day, In Raging Night;

With Strong Hearts Full, Our Souls Ignite!

When All Aeems Lost In The "War of Light";

Look To The Stars- FOR HOPE SHINES BRIGHT!

The Blue Light, to me, is the most interesting. Blue Light is Hope, the light of Hope itself. And it has some interesting abilities. Earned by having unshakable hope or able to inspire such hope in others

It has most of the normal Lantern Abilities however it can NOT make constructs. The Blue Light almost being liquid. And the Blue Lantern's themselves almost being monks

When around a Yellow Lantern, it drains their power away

Around an Organe Lantern, it does the same

The Blue Light can cure someone of the Red Ring

And when around the Green Lantern, the Green Lanter's Power skyrockets. Supercharing the ring more and more. From 100% to 1000%. Also, when around a Green Lantern a Blue Lantern is able to shape their light into constructs

They are the support Lantern for Green's, 100%, and is a hard counter to the negative side of the spectrum.

You have the ability to instill great hope. Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps.

Adara, the Bird of Hope, is the Entity for the Blue Lanterns

NEGATIVE MIDDLE- AGENT ORANGE

What’s Mine Is Mine And Mine And Mine.

And Mine And Mine And Mine!

NOT YOURS!

The Orange Light is another interesting one. For there is only ONE member of the Corps at the time. Agent Orange.

And why?

Because the Orange light is Averace, it is Greed. And Greed requires you to... well you aren't sharing the power.

You want it all.

How the Orang eLight works is... if you kill someone, they become your slave. The Orange Light basically stealing their soul and turning them into a mindless projection, an energy construct, to do the Corps leader's bidding

Ophidian, the serpent, is the Entity of Averace. Obvious symbolism with Eve and the apple.

POSITIVE MIDDLE- INDIGO TRIBE

Tor Lorek San, Bor Nakka Mur;

Natromo Faan Tornek Wot Ur!

Ter lantern Ker lo Abin Sur;

Taan Lek Lek Nok — FORMORROW SUR!

The Ingido Tribe is... an interesting one, again. Lol

There are two ways to join the Corps. Either having THE MOST compassion... or being absolutely VOID of compassion

You have the ability to feel great Compassion. Welcome to the Indigo Tribe.

The Indigo Tribe started as a punishment for the most corrupt and evil beings in the Galaxy. As once a ring was slipped on their fingers... they where flooded with compassion, sympathy, and guilt for all they hurt. Discarding their identity and all tie to the past, they join the tribe to seek atonement

Their ring almost like a parasite as it FORCES them to feel this way.

The power of the Indigo Ring is also a bit broken. As Compassion lets you feel other peoples situations, sympathy for others feelings, and being intune with your own emotions. So... well, they can channel the other lights and attacking with them. Only one at a time, luckily.

Proselyte is the squiddy Entity of Compassion

NEGATIVE EDGE- RED LANTERNS

With Blood And Rage Of Crimson Red;

Ripped From A Corpse So Freshly Dead!

Together With Our Hellish Hate;

We Burn You All- THIS IS YOUR FATE!

The Red Lanterns are all about rage and anger. Pure and simple. The angerthat summons the ring, the rage that consumes you, burns from the inside out. Literally boiling your blood away, being replaced with a molten napalm that the ring produces as its aura

Boiling napalm blood that can spat out as an attack at any point, as the Red Lantern's rage is so wild that it can not be focused into making constructs.

You have great rage in your heart. You belong to the Red Lantern Corps. The Red Lantern Corps was made by Atrocitus to get revenge on the guardians, who's previous peace keeping force called the ManHunter's, destroyed his home and his entire Secteor of Space, Sector 666

The Rage Entity is called the Butcher. As agressive and angry as you'd expect. Bobteak special abilities as I know just very powerful

POSITIVE EDGE- STAR SAPPHIRE'S

For Hearts Long Lost And Full Of Fright;

For Those Alone In "Blackest Night"!

Accept Our Ring And Join Our Fight;

Love Conquers All– WITH VIOLET LIGHT!

The Star Sapphire's are the corps of love. And has a very long, complicated history of itself.

But there is something I should make clear about Violet and Red Light. As they are at THE edge of the spectrum, they are the most violent and wild emotions. All consuming that can literally control YOU. With pure love even being twisted into am obsessive yandere situation

Star Sapphire's have the ability to produce crystals from their rings. If someone is trapped within one of their crystals... Well.... Time for love to rewrite you. Freeing you from anything behind those "happy emotions".... Yeah, a bit much

You have great love in your heart. Welcome to the Star Sapphires.

And here is the Entity of the Violet Light. The Predator.

.....

Yep.

The embodiment of love itself is a skeletal dog monster called the Predator. The physical manifestations of Love itself is this xenomorph fucking thing called the Predator.

....

Jeff Johns. You have issues

NEGATIVE OUTSIDE- BLACK LANTERNS

The Blackest Night Falls From The Skies;

The Darkness Grows As All Light Dies!

We Crave Your Hearts And Your Demise;

By My Black Hand– THE DEAD SHALL RISE!

*rubs hands* Here we go. The edgye Corps of DEATH!

The Black Lantern Corps are a group from OUTSIDE the Emotional Spectrum, the Corps of NO Emotion. AKA Death Itself.

And I am gonna shake things up a bit. The one in the picture above us is the Entity of Death, Nekrom! The one who rules the Black Lantern Corps! He is one of MANY Death Entities in the DC Universe such as Death of the Endless, the Black Racer, the Black Flash and more. Each one representing Death in a different way.

Nekrom represents Death as an opponent, as a darkness against light, as a war against life itself that wishes to drag you down. As the force to make you cherish life and not want to go before your time.

The Black lantern Rings do not choose users. No... they choose puppets.

Host bodies, dead bodies, to inject like a plant or a parasite. Puppeting the corpes around. And using the body in order to talk and interact with those around them. Using their memories, their voices, to mock and interact with the hosts former friends. To rile up... emotion!

All a Black Lantern zombie, because that is what they are, sees is pure emotion. For they hunger, they hunt, that. The power of the Emotional Spectrum within life itself.

They will rip the heart from someone and drain the power of the spectrum from their heart, which flows into their ring and is sent to their Central Power Battery. Slowly charging it. The stronger the emotions in the one they kill, the more power they get. And if they kill someone, a black ring is coming down to taeke their victim and make them join the Ranks.

Rise.

They use these faces to work and to egg you on, to pull out all emotions they can as intently as they can and as intensely as possible. To overstimulate you with emotions so you can't think and then.... You're dead.

You are part of their cause.

To remove all life from the Universe as an endless pluage.

The Dead ShalL Rise.

POSITIVE OUTSIDE- WHITE LANTERNS

LIVE!

And then we have, what I originally thought, was the final Corps.

The White Lanterns. The combined power of all seven coloured lantern corpsss. Life itself.

And you guessed it. A user of the White Light has every corpses powers, plus a shit tone other like bringing the dead back to life and even immortality in a few stories

Destiny Awaits.

So... Yeah. Broken. But also rare, as it ISNT really a corps but one or two chosen protectors who can share the power if needed

And here we have the Life Entity. Sealed on Earth and connecting all life in the universe. A skeletal angel.

It's cool

THE PHANTOM LANTERN

In Desperate Day, In Hopeless Night;

The Phantom Ring Is Our Last Light!

We Yearn For Power, Strength And Might;

I Seize The Ring- THAT IS MY RIGHT!

This would have been finished much earlier if I didn't realise there was more to the spectrum added in recent years.

Up above we have the Phantom Lantern. It is a weird mix between a White Lantern and every Lantern Corps.

Basically the ring accesses all seven lights, it does not have its own. And when you wear the ring you shift between the different Corps' abilities and appearance based on your own emotional state

There is only one Phantom Lantern ring. It was apparently the prototype for the Green Lantern Rings. So.... Yeah.

And that's about it

No Entity, only one ring and... only one storyline apperance, as far as I know, and thats it.

...

Yeah.

....

Okay, on to the final Lanern Corps! FINALLY!

INVISIBLE SPECTRUM- ULTRA VIOLET LANTERS

By Shield Of Day, And Shield Of Night;

We Feed And Grow, Beyond All Sight!

Your Darkest Self Shall Be Our Knight;

Wield The Sword- OF UNSEEN LIGHT!

And here we are the latest, newest, and MOST CONFUSING Corps.

This is the Ultra Violet Corps. Introduced after the Source Wall was destroyed... yeah, not going into that shit.

Part of why this shit is confusing? They call themselves as part of the Invisible Spectrum for their first few apperances. Suggesting there is a whole second spectrum with new Lanterns, like infrared and maybe Gamma and X-Ray as well. But then later they start to refer to themselves AS the Invisible Spectrum, as in the only part of it. Which is kind of boring.

They represent the 'Invisible Emotions' as they where describrd. The feelings you 'hide away' such a doubt and depression and so on... yeah. So lame and abstract compared to the others. The Rings are basically parasites, taking over their hosts as part of the UltraViolet Corps while using said emotions not just to fuel themselves but to keep you enslaved to the Corps

Also their Rings are tattoos and can not be removed because of that

And that is all I am gonna say as... well, I am not rereading those comics.

Umbrax is the Emotional Entity of the Invisible Spectrum. The Corps belong to IT. Remember the hive mind thing I mentioned? Well, all members of the Ultra Violet Corps are basically slaves to Umbrax.

....

Yeah

#nerd talks #mun talks

[lordgrimwing]

Teasing #02

[For C+C week hosted by @candcweek. Prompt: loyalty -- kind of, I tried]

The first snow fell in the late afternoon, blanketing everything in a thin layer of white that reflected the last rays of light. A glass prism hanging just inside one of the windows of the snow-dusted house gleamed in the light, spreading a burst of colors around the living room. 

Curufin sat on the heavy rug in the middle of the dancing light. “Oh!” He said in a delighted whisper. “Look at all the rainbows, Brimby.”

A black-haired baby rested in his arms. Swaddled in the same cloth his grandparents wrapped his uncles in, Celebrimbor was snug and warm and halfway asleep already. His little eyes opened slowly at the words, and he blinked blearily up at the red, green, and blue sparkles on the ceiling. 

The lights were interesting enough to pull the baby back from the edge of sleep. Blinking twice more, he opened his little pink mouth. His father grinned, constantly thrilled by any of his gurgles or burbles. This time, he blew a little spit bubble. It sat on his lips for several seconds before popping.

Curufin leaned down and nuzzled their noses together softly. Celebrimbor giggled. 

“I take it all back,” Celegorm said in a lazy tone, lounging by the popping fire in the hearth and scratching looping designs into a long bone (from a small deer or maybe a large goat) with the tip of his belt knife. “He couldn’t possibly be anyone else’s kid.” 

At the start of the year, the entire family had wordlessly agreed that the fifth son was more than a little crazy when he rode home with Mirioneth from town and announced proudly that she’d be the mother of his kid before long. The repeated reminder that she worked as a prostitute and might be having anyone’s baby fell on deaf ears. Curufin never wavered. 

In an uncharacteristic show of restraint, Celegorm kept his doubts to himself, or at least to between himself and the animals he spent most of his time with—he thought he ought to keep himself as a neutral shoulder for his favorite brother to cry on when the baby was born and revealed to not be his. He hadn’t thought for a moment that Curufin would be vindicated in the end. Yet, after the baby (a little boy with wispy black hair who screamed louder than his mother when he came out) was washed and fed and sleeping soundly, Fëanor took one look at him and said there was no denying that he was part of the family.

Curufin was so delighted with his son’s noises that he didn’t notice the sly jibe in his brother’s words. 

“Yes you are,” He said in a high-pitched voice usually reserved for particularly cute, hapless lambs or kids. “You’re my little boy. Aren’t you? My little Brimby.” The words dissolved into bubbly noises.

Celegorm rolled his eyes and bit down on a smile. He didn’t understand his brother’s obsession but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind warned him to not joke about it too much because once the baby was a little less delicate, he might love being an uncle just as much as his brother loved being a father. He recalled the way Maedhros and Maglor held and played with tiny Amras and Amrod when they were born (he’d been thirteen and more interested in the new responsibilities he was given than in looking after the babies). Vaguely, from the deepest recesses of his mind, he remembered Pa sitting him in his lap and helping him carefully hold new-born Curufin—he was so nervous and excited to have a little brother (Carathir didn’t count because they were only a handful of months apart).

“Curufin.”

Celegorm’s eyes jumped over to the sole armchair placed near the fire. Celebrimbor’s mother sat knitting a painfully slow scarf. Her expression was pinched and unhappy. 

“He’ll stay up crying if you rile like that,” She said.

“What do you know?” Celegorm shot back before anyone else could respond. He straightened up so that he could glare at her easter. The knife bounced in his hand as he pointed it at her. “You don’t care about him. You’re just here to feed him.”

“Don’t tell us what to do,” Caranthir snapped at her from the other side of the room where he was helping the twins warp table looms in the fading light. 

“Caranthir!”

The brothers flinched. Celegorm hastily put his knife away.

Nerdanel loomed out of the darkness in the hall to her and Fëanor’s room, hair half-undone from her braids for the evening. Her ire and flyaway hair seemed to fill half the room. 

“Sorry, Ma.” Caranthir ducked his head, already chastised for his rudeness. That didn’t stop his mother from laying on more, though she restrained her volume thanks to the nearby baby. The others kept their eyes averted, hoping to avoid drawing her attention to their own behavior. Curufin even hushed burbling Celebrimbor, rocking him gently until he quieted and yawned.

When she finished, Caranthir’s face was red with embarrassment. He turned to Mirioneth and, sounding sincere, apologized for what he said. She awkwardly forgave him, no doubt uncomfortable with how they were all looking at her.

Satisfied, Nerdanel turned to Amrod and Amras. “The light’s too poor to work on that anyway. Put those away and clear the table before going to sleep.” To Curufin and Mirioneth she said, “It’s high past time for Celebrimbor to be sleeping if you want any kind of a restful night. Take him to bed.” Her direction for everyone to be in bed before the end of the hour went unsaid but fully understood.

Caranthir helped the ten-year-olds tidy up their threads and move the looks. While their mother was assuredly still listening, Celegorm politely asked Mirioneth if she needed anything before she and Curufin retired; she was a guest after all. Caranthir shot him an annoyed look. She declined, shoved her knitting into a bag, and hurried to the unwed parents’ room, made private by evicting the twins and moving them to the open spot with Celegorm and Caranthir. 

(The rearranging of sleeping rooms was a sore spot for several months but they’d all gotten used to it. Caranthir insisted the twins were better roommates than everyone else in the house.)

Amrod and Amras excused themselves to run out to the barn with a lantern to say goodnight to the sheep. In short order, Caranthir and Celegorm found themselves alone in the quiet living room.

“So,” Caranthir said, face finally returning to a normal color. “Do you think she’ll try to run tonight?”

Celegorm considered the dark windows. “First snow, new moon, no clear road to follow. She’d be foolish to try.”

“So I should hide her shoes, just in case.”

The blond grinned like one of his dogs. “We’ll get Amrod to say he did it if anyone wonders.”

“Right.”

With that, Celegorm went back to work on his bone.

#aw look celegorm and caranthir i finally trying to get along. guess they just need a common purpose #disclaimer: certain of the c's are mean to someone because she's an outsider not because she's a woman #my first time writing during these events so this'll probably get totally retconned but there you go #the family really is insular #i don't blame celebrimbor's mom for wanting to dip #but baby brimby will never be anything but cute #celegorm #curufin #caranthir #nerdanel #celebrimbor #amrod #amras #the silmarillion #old gods au #grimwing writes #c+c week 2024

[strawberryfaced]

what is ur favorite colour?

anon i love love love this question so much. because like whenever someone asks me this i already have a set and obvious answer in mine which is pink. always was pink always will be pink. it’s funny because i remember being 6 years old and at shops i’d always get the pink thing and since i have a twin sister we’d get matching stuff but we had a set rule: i’d always get the pink one and she’d get literally any other colour available like purple green blue as long as it wasn’t pink!!! so yeah pink means the world to me and i love her so much. but also as much as i love her i also genuinely love all the other colours so much too. i really like deep reds because it reminds me of chinese new year which means a lot to me too.

i love orange. i used to dislike it like everyone else but now i understand it. i can thank my dad for that :’)

i love love yellow as well. sunshine and sunflowers and happiness very stereotypical but still very beautiful.

and green, oh green i love it soooo much. it’s my sister’s favourite colour though so i always like seeing green and pink together :3

and blue!!! i said blue was my favourite colour actually for a period of time because i was embarrassed of liking pink because i thought it was too girly which is very very stupid now. but it’s true i love blue (rhyme intended!) blue is like. my comfort colour along with some shades of green i’d say. it’s just very refreshing in the way of sky blue but also very homely and childhood book in the way of navy blue. and purple.

purple i was never really that much of a fan of but it was one of my favourite person’s colour for a bit so it’s grown on me.

and the other colours/shades: white, beige, black etc i also love them to death. ive seen a lot of hate for like the minimalist culture and colour palettes like neutral colours and yes while i love bright colours and pastels and maximalist style and all I actually do love minimalist and neutral stuff!!!

sorry anon if you didn’t want an essay on why i love the rainbow. but i do love colour so much it’s got to be one of the most fascinating things on the earth. i’ve always seen the power in colour!!! always!!! and i think the question what is your favourite colour is so amazing because it’s like what is your favourite thing you see in your everyday life. it’s one of the little things you can always appreciate you know!! there’s loveable colours everywhere and i think that in itself is a piece of poetry

#asks #sorry again anon for the long text!!!

[chiara-klara-claire]

Words with a cute literal meaning

🇮🇸 ástfanginn - love-captured: in love 💘

🇳🇴 🇸🇪 🇩🇪 øyeblikket/ögonblick/Augenblick 👁 - eyeblink: moment

🇩🇪🇩🇰 Kindergarten, børnehavet - children garden

🇸🇪 påsklilja - Easter lily: daffodil

🇸🇪 färgglad - color-happy: colorful

🇳🇴 🇩🇰 kjæreste/kæreste - dearest - partner (gender neutral)

🇳🇴 kjærlighet på pinne - love on a stick: lollipop 🍭

🇳🇴 å være glad i noen/noe - to be happy in sb/smthing: to love 

🇮🇹 🇳🇱 🇩🇰 pulcinella di mare, papegaaiduiker, søpapegøj* 🦜🌊 - sea pulcinella (black&white carnival character), diver parrot, sea parrot*: puffin

🇮🇹 🇩🇪 stelle filanti, Luftschlangen 🌟 🐍 - stringy stars, air snakes - streamers 🎊

🇮🇹 solare ☀️- solar: adjective for a happy, positive person

🇮🇹 occhi della madonna** - Virgin Mary eyes: forget-me-nots

🇮🇹 Viola del pensiero - viola of the thought: pansy

🇮🇹 🇪🇸, Catalan - Principe azzurro/ príncipe azul/Príncep blau 🫅🔷: (light) blue Prince: Prince charming

🇮🇹 avere il sangue blu 🩸🔹- to have blue blood: to be of noble birth

🇬🇧 Sunny side up 🍳☀️ - 🇮🇹 occhio di bue - bull’s eye 👁🐮

🇩🇪 Edelweiß - Noble white

🇩🇪 Götterspeise - dish/fare of the gods: a gelatine pudding

🇩🇪 Abendland - Evening land: the West

🇩🇪 Liebesknochen 🦴💕 - love bone: éclair

🇩🇪 Gänsefüßchen 🦆 - tiny goose feet: quotation marks ‘‘’’

🇩🇪 🇫🇮 Das All,  maailmankaikkeus- ”the all”  “the world’s all”: the Universe (kiitos @pclysemia​) 

🇮🇹 🇸🇪 🇳🇱 chiocciola, kanelbulle, apenstaartje 🐌 🐒- snail, cinnamon bun, monkey tail: @ (at)

🇯🇵 花火【はなび】 🔥 🌺- fire flower: firework 🎆

🇫🇷arc-en-ciel - arch-in-the-sky: rainbow 🌈

🇪🇸 🇫🇷 cometa/cerf-volant/воздушный змей (Russian)/ بادبادک  (farsi) 💫 🦌 🐍 - shooting star, flying deer, air snake, wind-little-wind: kite 🪁

🇵🇱 malinka - little raspberry: hickey💋

🇫🇮 🇳🇱 🇿🇦 hattara, suikerspin, spook asem - little cloud, sugar spider, ghost breath ☁️ 🕷️ 👻 : Cotton candy

물고기 - water meat: fish

not really cute: Faroese 🇫🇴 hvalspýggja - whale puke: jellyfish 🐳

will keep this updated when i find/remember new ones! Also next up: aesthetic idioms

*also called Lunde**not sure if it is a regional thing to call them like that

#idioms #foreign language #polylgot #language blog #language lover #langblr #my lists #mine #german #norwegian #danish #swedish #italian

[beoneofus]

gender neutral | w: small use of feminine nicknames

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something is so... uplifting, about eyes so blue, and so clear that you can't even spot the evilness behind them. they're so pretty, that every soul, whether black and white... or every shade of the rainbow, so bubbly.. just can't help but be captivated. it made you question, how can ones orb alone be so sleek and crystal, that even one of the cruelest of creatures frame himself in such a perfect light?

because he was - is, perfect. his smile, his embrace, his scent, his hair, every feature within his body. and god, those ocean blue eyes.

you could never get enough of david. enough of his laugh, the way he bit the corner of his lip and looked down when frustrated. his mind games, the evil glint he got in his eyes when a sudden idea would appear. even the way his body moved, so gracefully and swift; the way his neck would roll; eyes would flicker; chest would heave. everything about him, to you, was marvelous.

that's why you confessed to him.

“ I love you. ” you breathed out one day, so sudden and unseen. unseen to you, atleast. you were so blinded — so focused on how he was speaking with the boys, throwing his head back in a laugh that you didn't realize you had even said something. It was unknown to you, up until the point that four head snap in your direction.

you were looking right at him... and those pretty, pretty eyes met yours. for a second, shock.. and then, amusement danced in them.

the other three vampires shared glances amongst one another throughout the, now, quiet space. marko... he was smirking behind a gloves hand. leather so worn from him knawing on the black clasp, just like in that moment. paul - he was snickering under his breath, head tilted down, all while rolling his thumb over the burnt out joint in his hand. and dwayne - well, he knew. he'd always known your feelings, from just observing. watching you, because he was always curious, yet cautious.

that's why he whistled to marko and paul, caught their attention, then lead them away from you two.

you were too caught up in your own thoughts. heart racing, breath shallow from sheer panic. the words that left your mouth... you were really in for it now, weren't you? torment, just like all the others? embarrassment, rejection? you could feel it coming.

“ ‘s that so? ” david finally spoke, broad raised. hand cupped over his pack of smokes, while he slowly booted his way in your direction to close into your personal bubble. your eyes, darting to and fro, were blinking... faster than normal. your hands, by your sides shaking and clutching the ends of your t-shirt. the material was wearing thin from how tight you were clutching it; knuckles whitening if they could.

finally, when david stopped in front of you, he had placed a single cigarette to the edge of his lips. he sucked them in to grip it loosely, while hovering a lighter above the open end; lighting up the tabasco filled stick. he inhaled, while gripping the middle between two digits, before removing the object from his mouth and blowing the smoke right in your face.

your eyes watered, but you didn't make a move, nor a peep. it was usual treatment from david... a mastermind who could be so sweet for mere seconds, and then a jackass the lasting hours.

“ tell me, ” he spoke, voice rather low... surprisingly quiet. It barely echoed off the caves walls. “ do you tell this to every guy that peaks your interest, princess? ” the glint in the blonde's eyes was.. unreadable. It scared you, rather. had you questioning just what game he had planned, and was playing at this very moment. fingers, rubbing against your shirts stitching, hesitated; lifted, nearly, to touch him. but you stopped.

god, you were so desperate to touch him. just to feel his skin, to reassure yourself. but you could not.

“ no! ” you blurted out in breathless panic. you realized, embarrassed, just how loud it cake out, so you bit down onto your lips. sneakered feet crossing over, bumping one another. “ I.. I didn't mean to say that. I mean- ” fuck! you thought, not even knowing how to go about this. the entire thing... it was just an accident.

“ look at me. ” david spoke after a moment of silence past. your eyes had been avoiding his own, going from the floor, to the wall — all just to avoid his piercing gaze for once. you were in trouble and had no clue how to handle it.

swallowing your shallow thoughts, you stiffly moved your head upwards; chin facing the man, to look at him clearly. his face was serious, his eyes were... dull. but they held something else. something that not even the smartest person alive, could quite pinpoint. It's as if it were hidden.

“ I don't think you realize what you're getting into. ” he took his cigarette, what was left of it, and flicked it to the side. his brows were drawn close together, pushed up in a bazaar manner that spoke business. “ you don't belong here, y/n. ”

he took a step closer, and reached a gloved hand out. your eyes flickered down to watch... only to see, and feel, as he grabbed one of your own hands. it trembled as he pried it off your shirt, releasing it from the now wrinkled cloth. he unfurled your fingers, and instead, replaced the presence of the thread with warm leather; his hand.

“ you need to get out. away from us... and away from santa carla. ”

you had no clue why he was speaking this way. away from the boys? him? your head snapped up, and hurt fiend your expression. how could he say such a thing...?

david's jaw rotated in a grind, because he was holding back... well — he didn't even know himself. anger? possibly. he was spitting nonsense to a person he's barely known six months. but, shit, in those few months he's gained feelings.

one's he's suppressed, because he didn't need nor want them. they're just foolish. him and a human, let alone one that wasn't deemed his mate? it was stupid. star was a failure, and you would be too. he couldn't risk falling down that slope again.

sadness and couldn't even begin to cover this, because he doesn't get sad. though, the knot bubbling in his throat said otherwise.

he ignored it, and instead, continued speaking. “ I don't know how you convinced yourself you love me, but... you have to let it go. ” he took his thumb and rubbed it over her palm, leather meeting soft skin. “ I'm not right for you, and I don't want you. ”

there is was... the rejection. not just that - but, he held eye contact. his voice was steady. his jaw was set. his eyes held truthfulness. was thus really happening? something you didn't fucking want to happen? yes. the answer, is fucking yes.

nightmare. a damn nightmare is what you convinced yourself, this is.

“ you're joking.. ” you whispered, voice cracking. the pain you felt in your chest... It was collapsing, sort of. it hurt, it felt sunken... was it supposed to be so bad?

tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, and moved across your waterline. building, and building, until droplets slowly began to fall. but it all came so fast, that your head- it was spinning.

“ d-david.. ” your lip wobbled, eyes glassy. you squeezed them shut so you didn't have to look at the blurry figure he had become. “ don't do this... ” your voice was shaking. it was terrible, you had to bite your lower lip. you both sounded and looked so pathetic.

you could only imagine how disgusted he must look.

“ ... I'm sorry. ”

you damn near sobbed, but then you felt him let go of your hand. the warmth was gone. his scent disappeared - your favorite... the smell of menthol, sea salt and cedar wood. it vanished, but so did his presence.

once you opened your eyes, you saw that he was gone.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david the lost boys #david the lost boys x reader

[crowholtz]

hii! i absolutely adore helene crow!! you can answer as many/little as you want but here you go (and ty for the ask too)! 🧡🧡

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✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets?

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

oh my GODS these are so many questions you're too kind. I'm going to answer them all because Helene is my babygirl

putting this on a read more bc it got long hehe

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

Helene hasn't traveled much in her life. She grew up in partially in a tiny fishing village on the Sword Coast, and then in the orphanage at the Citadel of Strategic Militancy not too far from Baldur's Gate. She'd visit the city every so often. The furthest she traveled was for the mission her church sent her on to kill some werewolves... where she ended up being sucked into Barovia lmao. Helene does not have much worldly experience. I'd say, while Helene does like flying through the skies, she doesn't like going far from home, wherever that may be. She likes to remain close to those she loves.

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

Just standard earlobe piercings! Much to my chagrin, Helene isn't one for body mods like tattoos or piercings.

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

Yes! Harpsichord (virtuoso), piano (virtuoso), cello (advanced). Helene's mother saved up for a harpsichord for Helene to start practicing at a very young age, because she had aspirations for her daughter to be in the upper echelons of society one day. Helene learned the cello during her time in the church, and I also associate the cello as her instrument theme.

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

So I love translating some of my own and other real-life disabilities to my OCs, because I feel like they need to be represented and explored more in fictional narratives. Helene's unique physiology (which is a whole can of worms in and of itself that I could talk about) translates, basically, into her having Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, as well as Fibromyalgia. As far mental disorders, Helene has ADHD, Autism, Depression, PTSD, BPD, and **(OTHER PLAYERS IN MY CAMPAIGN DONT READ THIS)** Schizophrenia. The last one has actually been one I've been doing a lot of research on and talking to people about since I don't personally have it, but it's actually something that's recently triggered for her from the stresses and horrors of Barovia, having already run in her family. She's having a hard time figuring out if it's just Barovia being Barovia or her own head, which adds an extra layer to it all.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

She adores music! She's a goth, melancholic, macabre kinda girl, so she loves anything Strahd plays on his organ :p She's also fond of the battle hymns her Church taught her. She loves singing.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

You will very often see Helene with a glass of wine in her hand. She has a tendency to indulge to make herself feel better or forget the horrors. Usually in wine and true vampire blood (which has narcotic-life effects).

🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

cis female (she/her), demisexual!

🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets?

Milivoj, Viktor, Deyja... Not in the traditional, well-adjusted sense. She has an animated Strahd puppet she keeps as a pet. She also has her familiar, a celestial that usually takes the form of a Barovian Duskrat. Then she has her pegasus, Bluebell, but she doesn't know if she considers her a pet... Helene's always wanted a dog, though. She loves dogs.

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Hmm... questionable or neutral? I'm not sure how to answer this. Let's say...

Control freak. Feeling out of control is a no-go for Helene. She has to know things, she has to be directing things the way she wants them to go.

Politeness and social etiquette are very important to her, which is funny considering her dislike of politics. She was raised with a very heavy hand of etiquette. She is somehow both blunt and polite. To an extent.

Abhors politics. She's not great at talking to people or influencing people, and she's a terrible liar. She prefers when people are upfront and honest with her so she doesn't have to play guessing games with them.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Strahd Strahd Strahd Strahd Strahd Strahd. Love in general is the most important thing to Helene. Getting love, giving love. She has a number of paramours, all so special to her in their own ways. She's possessive and deeply loving with all of them. But Strahd/Vasili feel like her soulmates.

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

Inside. Calmer inside. Cozier. Darker. Less overwhelming. The only exception is when she's flying in the skies, then that's where she feels most at home.

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

well... that's where you're getting into the reason Helene turned into a fallen aasimar. to make a long story SUPER short - Helene's village was burned and eradicated by raiders when she was 11. After spending two years at an orphanage, Helene decided she wanted to take revenge, a strong desire for 'justice' in her mind. She snuck out from the orphanage, found the group of raiders and where they called 'home', and killed all of them one by one. Problem was, she wanted eye for an eye. When they killed her village, they left no one standing. So Helene slaughtered their non-combatant women and children too. Real Anakin moment, babe. Anyway she was so distraught and hated herself so much for it, she self-actualized her divinity away! Woo!

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

Red wine. She's taken a liking to Red Dragon Crush, but some of the best wine she's ever had was a very sweet and fruity red Strahd had procured specially for her.

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

Introvert. Helene loves getting praise and attention, but she doesn't let people in easily at all. Trust is hard. Trust is giving up control.

Also she thinks most people are stupid. She's a snob like that.

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

That's a fun one for her! She fluctuates between extremes, which includes very logical or very emotional. She's sort of ruled by her emotions, but the tries to act and think with logic.

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

She's actually pretty open-minded for most things. She does get stubborn about some of her own personal issues and flaws, but she's actually extremely curious. She wants to learn EVERYTHING. She soaks up things like a sponge. She likes talking to monsters and evil people cordially to get a view into their minds and motivations (as well as strengths and weaknesses)

#ch: helene crow #cos blogging

[teawinx]

Hello again

Thanks for answering my question before 😊👍

Hmm here are some suggestions you could try to implement in your rewrite (if you feel open to them l mean)

The major fairies of earth each guard over a relic belonging to their element/season

Diana :Flower of Life for Earth/Spring

Nebula:Sword of War/Staff of Peace for Summer/Fire

Sibylla:? Not sure what for her yet (maybe a book on earth magic(book of knowledge?)/Air

Aurora:Crystallized Snowflake/Water

Ok and here’s this :in addition to being holder of one of the four elements of nature,they also have an auxiliary power (this of it as being similar to the main element but slight different like branches (so light being a branch from fire , ice for water, metal for earth, and sound ? for air )

Also what about non physical/elemental powers ?(y’know like emotions,illusions,technology,music,etc)

.Cause I was trying to make an Winx oc inspired by your rewrite and her power /title is fairy of the rainbow (so I guess is this case her source of power would be light and fire magic)

oh and how about instead of just being born a witch or fairy,it’s more like idk earning a job ? Like everyone has magic in them and it’s up to them to decide what they want to be (like a fairy,witch or sorcerer/warrior) Also I feel like since Earth low key loves witches and fairies,the relationships between them would be more friendly than they are in Magix ( Roxy and Selina’s friendship being obvious difference) (where they’ve basically been feared/maligned no thanks to the Trix causing massive trouble nearly every year thus making some Magic fairies feel like all witches are no good and are out to do evil (even though magic is a more or less neutral energy that can go either way)

Also what do transformers look like for Earth Witches (same for fairy transformations) I’d feel like they would look different than the witch and fairy forms from Magix (making them look different to make them stand out and thus kinda being looked down upon by them Magic fairies since magic is just coming back to Earth after being severed for centuries by the Wizards of the Black Circle (thus maybe adding to Roxy and Selina’s struggle to fit in at Alfea/Cloudtower during their first year trying to work on their Winx (I thought that would be a good term for both witches and fairies because I couldn’t think of anything’s to call a witch’s first form/transformation)

So basically this

Winx - believing in one’s self

Charmix -facing your deepest fear

Enchantix - sacrifice yourself for someone you don’t agree with (Earth)

Believix (Highest level form just for earth fairies)-belief in the power of unity with others

can’t remember what you wrote down for witch forms so you can just put them in your reply

Hi hi

I'm unsure about implementing relics alongside seasonal spirits/fairies. Feels very very similar to a certain other series (RWBY). But I think the whole seasonal thing could be the opportunity to explore nymphs a bit more. So Diana is the Nymph of Spring for example. I love the idea of Nymphs in Winx, it's just a massive shame they weren't able to explore it further.

An oc based on my Au????? I'm gonna throw up that's so sweet aaaahhh!!!! Fairy of the gays yaaaaassss

I think you'd be born one thing (like you're born a fairy, or you're born a witch/wizard etc) but you're able to transition into a different magical being if that's what your heart desires. Like Mirtha basically.

And yeah, I think using Terrestrial Fairies/Witches could be a great opportunity to show how different the relations are. On Earth they're chummy, but they're in for a nasty shock when they see the Magical Universe. A very big part of Roxy's story is her disgust at the treatment of witches. That stuff ain't gonna fly, not on her watch.

All that you said at the end is mostly correct, except for Believix! I've gone on record a few time about how much I don't like Believix, so it's changed a lot here. Believix is a form created by the White Circle to combat the Black Circle. The Black Circle absorbs magic, so you can't stay transformed around it, Believix is the only form that's not affected by that. It's a weak form, but it's enough for you to hold your own.

And for the Witch forms, I'm still a bit unsure. We have Base Witch, Advanced Witch (Gloomix) and then High Witch.

Voilaaa

[moonlightswritingandstuff]

you, rainbow, and i, gray

Written for day four: colours, but could also apply to fluff!

Bianca di Angelo sees people in colours. Usually, each person is one colour. However, Rachel Elizabeth Dare seems to be every colour at once.

@them-awesome-rarepairs

read on ao3!

Bianca sorts people in colours. Nico is dark green, Hades is deep, deep maroon, and Maria is gold, beautiful gold.

They are all usually one colour.

Even after Bianca came to camp, most people she met were one colour.

Percy is a deep, deep unending blue with a tinge of purple. Annabeth is bright red-orange. Connor Stoll is yellow to his brother Travis's orange, and Katie Gardner is yellow-green, a lovely chartreuse. Thalia is a shocking orange, Grover a bright, sunny yellow.

They're all one colour.

Of course, when people die, they turn gray (Thalia's face flashes in Bianca's mind, her formerly bold orange turning into a gray and suddenly-).

Bianca is a colour too, of course, a plain but nice gray. Exactly like Pantone's neutral gray. She is nothing but plain, it seems, but Bianca is also death. Death, like the gray she is (Castor turns gray from lovely green as Bianca watches-).

But with the years come new revelations, with everyone seemingly coming in so many colours. Nico's settled into a pale yellow, Percy's become more purple as time's gone on, Annabeth's red-orange is stained by a little gray these days (it's not death yet but inching towards ever so because they're all child soldiers-).

Bianca hasn't changed. Not a bit. Because Bianca is the gray slightly off of death because Bianca is death. Bianca cannot be anything but death.

Well, people seemed to be one colour until Rachel Elizabeth Dare came along.

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See, Bianca first meets Rachel when Percy decided they needed one-on-one time (for no apparent reason, why did they need that?) and Bianca did nothing but acquisition because really, what could she do?

So Bianca's pretty surprised when Percy shows up with Rachel Elizabeth Dare, for two reasons.

First off, she thought this was one-on-one time of 'older cousins' club (which is really cousins-except-for-Nico club, because Bianca does not always want to be with Nico now that she can), not 'older cousins and some really pretty girl Percy is friends with' club.

Second off, Rachel is every colour ever, at the same time. Rachel is red and orange and yellow and green and blue and purple and everything in-between at the same time.

Well, Rachel isn't a neutral - isn't brown, black, beige, white, or gray. Rachel is achingly alive, in all her infinities, with every single colour. Bianca knows death, and Rachel is the opposite.

But Rachel smiles, and apologizes - something about her parents being insufferable - but Bianca isn't listening because Rachel's every single colour ever.

Her orange hair and green eyes and blue overalls and yellow undershirt and red shoes and purple hair-streaks and everything else, the paint coating her overalls in a million different shades all seem to reflect Rachel.

(She's like a blooming garden, in a way, with every single colour all over the place)

"So, yeah," Rachel concludes. "That being said, what about you?"

"Oh, I'm working on this art project-"

"You do art? Me too!"

(They end up spending that entire conversation basically ignoring Percy, much to his chagrin)

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"So... did you like her?"

"You couldn't tell?"

Percy relaxes. "Good. Annabeth doesn't, and I just kind of need someone who's a demigod- not to say that Grover and Tyson are anything close to bad, just-"

"I get it, idiot. Rachel's cool."

Percy smiles, but it's slightly strained, so Bianca raises an eyebrow.

"What's going on with Annabeth."

"You're not going to let me say nothing, are you?"

"Of course not."

"Well, she's just not really talking to me anymore? And it feels like we're drifting apart, which is really terrible, so..."

Bianca nods. "So. Annabeth's probably struggling with something. Just talk to her."

"I'll try that, thanks."

Bianca smiles.

"Also, Rachel has been pestering me to get your number."

"Has she now?"

"Yeah, so can I?"

Bianca shrugs. "Why not?"

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"Charcoals are nice," Rachel agrees. "But I prefer colour. Actually, I've been trying to help Percy with art-"

"He's completely useless!"

"Exactly! And so I was attempting to try art with him-"

"I'm so sorry."

Rachel laughs, a lovely sound coming from somewhere in her heart, all multicoloured. "Yeah. Anyway, he's actually great at watercolours and gouache, which, in hindsight, isn't much of a surprise."

"Fair enough. But you do know that means we have to force him to come along if we ever use watercolours?"

"Assuming we meet up more?"

"Naturally."

"Alright. Anyway, what's your favourite medium?"

"It's so expensive, but I like paint - and between acrylic and oil, oil is definitely better."

"I can probably get oil paint," Rachel says. "Art supplies are expensive but my dad's also a billionaire."

"Even though you hate him?"

Rachel shrugs, then frowns. "He's... terrible. I feel guilty buying anything, because everything is paid by him and his terrible practices."

Bianca nods. "Are you his... heir or something?"

Rachel shakes his head. "No. I have a cousin... it'll be his."

"Old men?"

Rachel laughs a little. "Old men."

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"And then, he got angry at me," Drew complains. "Like, hon, I'm the one trying to make sure your love life isn't trash. Not my fault if she doesn't like you back."

Bianca nods. Drew's colour is a comforting sweet pink, a pale, pale, pink that's pretty nonetheless.

"That being said, what's up with you?" Drew squints at Bianca. "Oh, I've got it. You're in love..."

"No, I'm not!" Bianca blushes despite herself anyways.

"Bee, my dear, you forget I can literally see love, or crushes, or infatuation, as long as it’s romantic. I know you have a crush on someone. Now, spill."

Bianca rolls her eyes. "So Percy has a mortal friend-"

"Oh, that Rachel girl? Annabeth's totally jealous."

"Huh, interesting. Yes, it's Rachel."

"So, what does she look like?"

"She has really curly red hair and green eyes - like Oracle green, I'm not even lying."

"Oracle green eyes?" Drew smiles. "You'll have to introduce me to her. But also, there's something you're not telling me."

"You know how I see people in colours, right?"

Drew nods. "And what shade is she?"

"Rachel isn't one shade. She's like... every shade but neutrals all at the same time."

"Ooh. Either you're in love-"

"Unlikely, it was from first sight, and colours don't work like that-"

"-or she's special."

"I can tell why people laud at your intelligence."

"They do the opposite, actually. I've heard multiple people talking about how dumb I am."

"Drew-"

"Enough about me."

"We're going back to that later, if you insist."

"I’m not going to get you to let it go, am I?”

“No. Drew, you’re one of the smartest people I know! They’re wrong.”

“They’re probably right. I barely scrape by As as it is.”

“Those are great grades, and besides that, who else knows exactly what someone’s strengths and weaknesses are at first glance? Who else knows exactly how to comfort people?”

Drew smiles. “I know. Anyway, tell me more about Rachel.”

“Fine.”

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“What do you think about mixed media?”

Bianca grins. “I love it! Watercolour and gouache and coloured pencil are all fun to use together in particular.”

Rachel’s eyes light up. “I hadn’t considered that. I usually use paint and pen, if I’m mixing media. Mixing media? Is that a thing?”

“I have absolutely no idea.”

“Then I shall use it anyway. That being said, in a monochromatic palette, what colour?”

“Blueish gray, usually. You?”

“I can never choose, you know? Sometimes I want green, or purple, but then I want some other colour. I usually end up with some random colour that’s appropriate to the scene rather than a scene appropriate to the colour.”

“That makes sense.”

The room dissolves into a comfortable silence once more, only broken by brush strokes, water dips, and gentle paint.

"I'm glad Percy introduced us," Rachel states.

"I'm glad too."

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"You're never around anymore," Nico states.

"Yes, I am. You're just rebellious."

Nico frowns. "What have you been doing?"

"I've just been a little busy. You know Percy's friend Rachel?"

"Yes."

"We've been talking."

Nico squints up at Bianca. "Talking."

"Yes, talking."

"Are you dating her?"

"No!"

"I don't believe you."

"We're not dating, Nico."

"You should."

"Nico!"

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"So, uh..." Rachel begins.

"Yeah?"

"Would you, uh, like to call this a date?"

Bianca blinks, then smiles. "Oh, oh, uh, yeah."

Rachel suddenly laughs. "We're so stupid about this."

"We are, aren't we?"

"Anyway, how do I tell Percy I'm going on a date with his cousin?”

"Let me tell him."

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least favourite cousin bee aunt uh: i'm going on a date with rachel purse sea: oh okay purse sea: WAIT WHAT bee aunt uh: correction i am on a date with rachel purse sea: how am i going to shovel talk rachel. or you. i need to choose. bee aunt uh: you can shovel talk us both idiot purse sea: okay good that's the plan bee aunt uh: unfortunately you’d suck at shovel talks purse sea: HEY

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