#I'm keeping all my blues and reds and purples and browns to another painting

[thefuchsianeko]

As a "fun" design exercise I decided to mess with the Hazbin characters' designs... Not really "redesigns," but more so "refined-designs"-- Keeping their overall look or "essence" while trying to simplify them and clean up their colour palettes, as well as making sure they all look distinct from one another.

I tried to stick close to the original's style but I couldn't help using thick lines, lol. Along with the simplified shapes, it gives them an early 2000s cartoon vibe I think.

For the colours I tried giving them more unique palettes, as well as making sure that they had enough contrast (the colour value of this show tends to be... not great). Also the lineup at the bottom isn't my final selection, it's just a selection to get a better idea of how they all might look together side-by-side.

Eh, tell me what you think. I could keep editing these but like, I'm tired of looking at them lol. More info on each design (plus a speedpaint) under the cut. It gets wordy, sorry.

Charlie: Not much to say besides she needs more contrast in her colours. I changed her shirt to the same colour as her corneas (yellow) so it doesn't blend in with her skin. I wish her eyes were still black (not only does it bring better attention to her face, but it works better with the idea that she's a doll-- yknow, painted on eyes? Does that make sense lol). In retrospect, maybe it would've been good to try some browns with her colours? Idk. I kept her red since she's the princess of Hell, and Hell's main colour seems to be red. Oh also, I gave her some lines on her face and hands just to make her look more like a puppet/doll. The rest of her body would have the same kind of joints/segments.

Vaggie: Ok I know her hair technically looks more moth-like in her og redesign but... it just seems like too much? Yknow? It's kind of outrageous. Idk how well my solution works but I tried simplifying it. I simplified her bow as well and made her stockings more like leggings. Her X-eye now hides behind her hair. Her gloves are shorter. Also I took away that thing around her waist that.... seems to be a different colour than everything else??? Idk what's up with that. Sorry I took away her feet. I tried out some blue and purple with her, I think it looks nice. Only thought about keeping the red bow because I thought maybe it'll match her with Charlie. Also sorry I took away her boobs 💀💀💀

Angel Dust: So unsure about how I drew him... Specifically, his 2nd set of arms looks so floppy and tacked on, and his legs... Idk I'm not great at digitigrade legs but I'm pretty sure that's officially what kind of legs he has. His head is weird. I think I got the idea of giving him big feet from Meppity's redesign video (her redesigns are some of my faves). I took away his bowtie because... too many of these guys have bowties, and he already has a choker too. Also I had the funny idea of all the Hotel employees wearing bowties/bows of some sort, and Angel is a patron but not an employee... Anyway. Kept his gold tooth to link him to Val (who also has a gold tooth), and kept the dots under his eyes since I THINK they're supposed to be representative of his spider eyes? They can be taken away if need be, though. His gloves don't go all the way up and kind of look like dish-washing gloves again but, the way his gloves go all the way up and his sleeves go into them... it just looks so weird to me. Idk, maybe I should've just given him shorter sleeves, or even no sleeves at all 🤔 And honestly I still have no idea what's going on with his pants. Are they short-shorts? Underwear? Didn't change them anyway. For the colours, I made sure all his gloves were the same colour (still don't know WHY they decided to make his 2nd set not only a different colour, but the SAME colour as his skin/fur????). Turned down the saturation on his hot-pink, and gave his right eye the light pink instead of that almost-black colour (still kept his eyes different colours because I remember seeing a really old sketch page of Angel that insinuated that there was a reason for his eye being black). Made some of the darker parts straight-black just because I've been using that in all the other character's palettes, but this can be changed to his almost-black colour. Also tried a more purple palette to get away from all the pink, kinda really like it.

Alastor: I originally tried his coat with coattails, but wasn't sure about it and made it the original shape. Took away his monocle because fuck that it's unnecessary and clutters his face. Made his antlers bigger. Swapped out his shirt collar to be like the one Charlie's og redesign has, because the way it goes all the way up like that gets on my nerves? Idk maybe I just don't know anything about fashion design but it doesn't scream 30's-suit to me. You could probably take away the collar, though. I wanted to try a lot of darker colours for his palette since he's like... kinda the bad guy. Dark colours would work well for him. I'm worried about his arms getting lost in the black of his coat, but that's why his cuffs and hands are a different colour. Really wanted to give him more than just red so I spread out the yellow of his teeth; I like how it looks for his shirt, it also works well with his eyes to draw you towards his face. I also tried to (again) lessen the saturation of his reds and pushed them more towards orange to better match the yellow. Kept all the brighter colours to his upper body to keep your eyes there, too.

Husk: I think Husk was one of my least favorite designs when the pilot came out because he's a real mess of detail. His wings are the worst. His redesign isn't much better (like dawg why's he got these random-ass hearts everywhere). Simplified his wings to just have some circles and rounded shapes. Kept some heart shapes (like his nose, bowtie, and paws) but added a couple diamond shapes, too (mainly his suspender buttons and the shape of his white chest-fur). Really wanted to have more blatant club and spade shapes too (to add to the poker theme), but didn't want it to get crowed and decided the rest of the rounded and heart shapes worked well enough. Made his eyebrows shorter and more square-shaped. Didn't have many ideas for colours but knew that I wanted to try some oranges and yellows. Made his eyebrows a darker colour, and changed his eyes to yellow corneas with black pupils. Stands out more that way, I think.

Niffty: Did you know her name is spelled with two Fs? I didn't. I don't like it... Anywayyyy. Swirled her hair a little more, and took the yellow streak out. Added some fluff under her dress just to match her apron. Kept the dots on her shirt (though there are only two now instead of three) because I'm assuming it'll make sense later (like idk maybe she was shot to death and that's what they represent), but I wonder if you can take those away for a cleaner design? Gave her more rounded shapes. I said before that all the Hotel employees would have bows/bowties of some sort for these designs: Niffty's would be her handkerchief (yknow, it's tied into a bow in the back? That works right...? Eh.) I took away her cheekmarks 1) to clear up her face and 2) to make Charlie's cheek marks seem more unique and doll-like. For Niffty's colours, I (again) turned down the saturation on her pink. I wanted to try using some green and purple on her, since her inspirations include B-movie aliens and the song One-Eyed, One-Horned, Flying Purple People Eater. Tried using different colours for her skin, since a lot of characters in Hazbin have white skin, and for Niffty specifically I think the white skin along with her white apron dries-out her look (if that makes sense?) Though I do agree her having yellow skin is NOT good if she really does end up being Japanese. I think pink skin works well for her, though. Oh! And again, it helps make Charlie's design more unique with her white skin, making her seem more porcelain. I made Niffty's eyes yellow like her teeth, and then used the same colour for her apron to unify the palette.

Cherri: Ok Cherri's design was my ABSOLUTE least favorite from the pilot, too many senseless details I HATE her ripped pants. So hard to look at. Idk if you noticed in the time lapse but I had to re-sketch Cherri because 1) her pose was too similar to Niffty's (I was making their poses similar to their official art) and 2) her hair was giving me trouble... I kinda hate how her hair hovers to the side like that? Tried re-shaping her hair and now it looks like she uses a TON of hairspray or something, lol. Took away her tattoo but kept her freckles. Took away the skirt thing(?) she's got on her pants. Took the symbol off her shirt, but added an X to her pants (can be taken away, though). Simplified the rips on her pants to just be ripped knees. put a heel on her left shoe so she doesn't look unbalanced/uncomfortable. Made her gloves shorter. For colours, I again took away her white skin for the same reason I took away Niffty's white skin (less "dried out" palette and makes Charlie look more unique/porcelain). Afaik Cherri's not Asian so yellow skin could work for her, though I also tried green skin. Since one of her themes is cherries I wanted to use reds, pinks, greens, and blacks. I tried some green for her clothes (and again her skin), and also turned some of her pinks more red. Made her hair darker for more contrast, and tried using some red for her hair instead of pink (I like the pink hair, but again... red like cherries). In general her colour palette was the hardest to figure out but I think I found some interesting things.

Sir Pentious: Sir Pent was my 2nd least-favorite pilot design by only a little 🤏. It's all his eyes. He's very hard to look at. I took away all the eyes on his tail, and turned down the saturation on the rest of the eyes EXCEPT the ones on his face (maybe I should have just made those reds much different colours, but it still looks a lot better with just the saturation down). Took away his stupid-ass goggles and made the face on his hat a lot simpler (combined the mouth with the hat band; it can still emote btw). Replaced his bowtie with... *quick google search* A jabot? It's supposed to be a jabot I think. I think that's what it's called. More 1700s than 1800s, but eh. Maybe I should've given him *quick google search* a cravat maybe??? Eh, eh, not a fashion expert but anyway. I thickened his mid-section so it eases into his tail better because, the way it is in the official design it always made him look like a slug to me? I looks too... squishy. Banana-slug-lookin' ass Also took away his red-tipped claws and made them straight black. For his colours, I think the grey and yellow works for him already, though I do wanna see how he'd look with more green or blue. Most of what I did colour-wise was the eyes, but also his suit; still grey, but trying both darker colours and pushing it more towards blue and purple. I wonder if I made his skin a little too dark? Is it kinda hard to see his features? Idk. Idk how I feel about these colours. Bleh.

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[cevans-is-classic]

Blue and greens mix with browns as the colors spread across the page. There are doodles of lightsabers moving through the air, frogs hovering above water, a small bird landing on a rock, and in the middle of it all sits grogu and Din Djarin looking up at the sky.

At least it's supposed to be them.

Djarin personally thinks it looks like two blobs shaded with specific colors, but Grogu is proud of it, and you've already framed it — which means he loves it.

The two of you were sitting on the floor with color wax scattered about. Papers tossed and torn or perched on the side of the couch with Grogu slapping his hands together and dragging them across another blank page.

"Is that paint?"

You nod, "Finger painting. It's good for him. Kid knows how to take down a group of raiders but not finger paint? Unacceptable — although Kayosa may disagree."

The loth-cat had bright yellow splotches along it's fur.

Djarin sighed.

"I'm going to have to wash the cat, aren't I?"

Two sets of wide smiling eyes looked up at him while one set of slitted yellow eyes tracked his movements from the couch to the middle of the room. Kayosa went limp when he picked him — better than losing his mind.

"Ahp." Grogu shook his hands, and little splatters of paint hit the couch.

Both of you stared at.

"Well now," He held out Kayosa, "Want to switch?"

Kayosa made a mewling noise while Grogu smacked his hand back down with glee splattering even more paint across the paper and onto the floor.

Djarin notices are the other long-distance paint splatters. Shades of purples and blues with moss green and a vivid yellow shade mixing with dull red color that bleed on a drying piece of paper.

He stopped when he saw a pair of brown eyes looking back at him.

At himself — looking back at him.

A perfect rendition out of the ability that Grogu possesses. The only other option made little sense to him — you can't draw. You've never been able to draw, so how did -

"A friend of mine," You were on your feet at his side without him noticing, "Wanted to know what the face I saw looked like."

You grabbed the drawing, "Grogu wanted it to be in his sticker set, but I stopped him."

He swallowed, the noise heavy, feeling the air get trapped in his lungs and expanding with nerves.

It was him.

That was him.

"What is on my — what — the hat?"

You traced a finger over the facial hair, "It's called a cowboy hat. Jokes were made when I described it. I needed it to be accurate, though. Exact. This could have been all I was going to have of the man with many faces." You blinked up at him, handing over the drawing as you slid Kayosa from his arms, "You can keep it now. I don't need it."

Djarin couldn't feel his limbs when you slinked out of the room, and he was left standing there looking at the only rendition of his face he's ever seen.

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[kiasnocturnality]

OH and I NEED something where Desdemona saves Reader from downing. You're absolutely amazing at writing hurt/comfort and I'm here for it

characters: Desdemona Nausikáa

notes: it made me so happy to read that you think I'm good at writing hurt/comfort!

. * ⋆ . · 　. DESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA

You were prepared to commit murder if you ever got out of this sea alive.

Some friends of a friend had been boasting about getting a boat and so a lot of you had gone out on it together and you had been having a good time, people opened a few drinks, but the owners of the boat, fuelled by the thrill of pride, had had a bit too much to drink.

You had been picked up and thrown overboard by the drunk men in what had seemed to be a harmless prank until it became apparent how much of a terrible swimmer you were and luck just seemed to twirl its way out of your life when the current then pulled you under and away from the boat. You could barely keep your head up long enough to tell how far you were, whether or not you were being pulled out to sea or towards the cliffs in the distance.

You were suddenly dragged down into the water and the air left your lungs in a startled cry as you opened your eyes, desperate to see whatever had pulled you down despite the burn of the salt water. You were met with the face of a woman, her coppery hair floating about her and her eyes seemed blind. Despite your blurry vision, you could make out the shape of a brown tail where her legs should be and how her arms seemed like copper-coloured wings. Claws were gripping into your calf and spilling your blood in the salt water. You could just about make out her maw of sharp teeth when she opened her mouth and as she lunged towards you, you were yanked backwards.

You let out yet another cry when the movement caused her claws to tear through your flesh. You were out of oxygen entirely and were now choking on water as a pair of arms wrapped firmly around your torso. This woman, this creature, before you had no arms and so you were filled with hope at the thought that the boat had come back to rescue you. But the mermaid, siren, harpy, whatever she was in front of you seemed to be snarling at your saviour and communicating in shrieks and clicks.

Your vision became filled with black spots and then began to fade in and out entirely and the next thing you knew, it was much darker and you were choking up water.

"Easy, pretty thing, there you go." An unfamiliar voice soothed you and you were surprised that you weren't alarmed to be in a stranger's care. Her voice trickled through your body like a spiced wine and warmed you, numbed you a little, made you feel at ease. A bucket was pushed in front of you and you were very grateful because you soon vomited up all of the salt water that you had swallowed. Hands came up to pull your hair away from your face and you realised that you were trembling as you finished heaving up your guts. "Oh, you poor thing." You turned your head as a cloth came up to wipe around your mouth and your face dropped at the sight of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

She surpassed any runway model or old Hollywood star, any painting or sculpture. Her hair was an inky black and she had blue-green eyes that were framed by dark and sultry lashes. Her lips were painted such a dark red that they were slightly purple. Her skin was pale, almost as pale as the pearls at her ears and neck.

"I had to pull you out of the water, how are you feeling, darling?" She frowned slightly at how much you were trembling as the back of her hand caressed your face.

"W-where am I?" You asked, looking around to see that you were in a room with a stone floor, bottle brick window and tiled walls that reached the middle of the wall in a brilliant blue-green-white pattern.

"I brought you into my home, I hope that's ok." You could only nod your head as you tried to get a grasp on your surroundings. Her home seemed so unlike any you had been before or maybe it was just one of those crazy bathroom designs? She got up to pour you a cup of water from the sink and you gratefully took a big mouthful and spat it back out into the bucket to try and rinse out the awful flavour.

"There... there was something out there." You began, voice shaky as you remained on the floor and then you gasped, "My friends! Are they still on the boat?" The woman seemed to freeze up for a moment before she was helping you up to your feet.

"I saw the boat but I don't know what became of it." She spoke as she began leading you through tunnel-like corridors until you were in a grandly decorated bedroom with a four-poster bed in the corner that was covered in drapings and fluffy white pillows and blankets. She eased you to sit on a nearby chair as she opened a wardrobe and took out a robe. "Here, you'll catch a cold in those wet clothes."

As you looked at her, you noticed how her hair was wet too, clinging to her skin in places and dripping on the floor every now and then. How far out had she pulled you in from for her hair to be utterly soaked as it was? She stood there for a moment, waiting, as you looked up at her, holding the robe in your hands.

"Well? It's not a problem at all, is it? We're both ladies." You nodded your head as you bit the inside of your cheek, pulling your shirt over your head and cringing at the sensation of it stubbornly sticking to your skin as you did so.

"What's your name?" You asked as you handed her your wet clothes and tied the belt around your waist.

"Desdemona Nausikáa." She replied with a close-lipped smile and you found your eyes drawn to her dark lips once more.

"I'm Y/n." You replied.

"Oh, such a pretty name for a such a pretty girl." She replied and you felt your heart flutter for a moment, "Would you like something? I don't have any food, I've... been meaning to get some soon but I have some tea stashed away somewhere."

"I would love some, thank you." You replied, thinking that it would do you well to warm up some. You were still a little on edge about being in a stranger's house. "Can I use your phone?" You asked.

"There's a phone box on the edge of the village nearby. I'll take you once your clothes have dried and you've had some tea." That was odd. She was a woman living all alone and she didn't own a phone?

"Don't you have a phone?" Her brows furrowed for a moment and you began to feel suspicion creeping up on you.

"No, but you're perfectly safe here with me, treasure." And just like that, her voice returned to being that sweet and spiced wine, the tune of her tongue trickling down your throat warmly, settling all throughout your body. "Why would I save you just to hurt you?" She closed the space between you and truly towered over you as you remained in the seat she had directed you to earlier. Her hands came up to caress your face, long black nails - which you assumed to be acrylic - brushing gently against your cheek. "You're far too pretty to go to waste..."

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[crescentblossom66]

Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 19

She tapped her claws on the table impatiently, waiting for the other two people that she had ordered back to their new HQ. With the Leowles and Penguiads out of the relevant parts of the Metro, the leader of the Nyakuza found it best to be in the center, it was easier to control all affairs from there.

The young cat next to her mirrored her motions, she really needed to buy her a new coat, they had insisted that they wanted one like hers, and she gladly obliged, however, by now the wine red coat that complimented their rare purple fur nicely, was torn up quite a bit and it was getting bit small now.

The door to the large meeting room opened and a white British Shorthair entered the room, her orange eyes went from the Empress to Maemi, who gave a short nod just like her mentor.

“I'm not too late I presume? I still had to deal with a rather ignorant business partner, which resulted in my departure being a little delayed.” She dusted off her black blazer and gray pencil skirt before sitting down on the chair to the left of the table.

“No, Nozomi, you're just on time, I wager that Toshihiro will keep us waiting.” Empress looked at the time again, it was now 03:02pm, of course the meeting time was exactly at 3.

“Quite. I so loath his tardiness.” Nozomi reached for her tablet typing something in a speed that left Maemi in awe.

It took another ten minutes until the door finally opened a second time and a cat with near pitch black fur entered. Maemi really liked the beautiful dark blue kimono with a wave pattern he wore, it reminded them of a famous painting they had seen in the museum that he was the curator of now.

“My apologies

I could not get here faster

Please, do not mind me”

“You're always incredibly late! Toshihiro, that's exactly the reason why I hate working together with you.” Nozomi's fur bristled at the sincere apology of the male cat that only bowed down deeply to emphasize his regret.

“You wound me my lady

I ran as fast as I could

Inspiration struck”

He answered before he went to sit down. With her closest allies now brought together, the Empress started to talk. “The reason you're all here today should be obvious, given the recent developments between us and the bird gangs.”

Nozomi nodded, not even taking her eyes off the screen, still typing furiously. “You think that they'll try to attack us next, I wager, and I agree, it's only logical for them to try to weaken our moral by killing us.”

Maemi jumped a bit at the thought of either of the three cats in the room with them dying, the little jolt caused Nozomi to stop and look up with a warm smile, “Don't worry yourself, Maemi, I don't plan on dying to those dimwitted cretins.-” The smaller cat relaxed a bit, “-Even should they make it into my office building, they'll find that traversing it won't be easy.” She looked back down with a smirk, starting to type again.

“Pesky little birds

We will destroy them, no doubt

You need not worry”

The assurance and confidence of both of their colleagues was reassuring, so far they had stayed away from fighting them, thinking that the sheer number of the Nyakuza was enough to deter the owls and penguins from attacking them. Maemi would have never thought that a bunch of birds could put up so much of a fight, but the thing that worried them the most was the two human girls that were mentioned over and over again by the cats in their ranks. One supposedly had brown hair tied in a pony tail, a cold and calculated young girl, who kills cats without betting an eye. The other girl had a darker skin tone and curly hair, apparently that one was charismatic and could think quick on her feet.

The Empress slowly rose from her chair and started to walk up to the big window, staring toward the old industrial district. “No doubt will they try to take you out, sooner or later, all I ask is that you'll prepare for combat. I'm not losing our hard earned territory again.”

“Positive. As I said, I'm not planning on losing to them, capturing and running the Leowles' businesses was annoying enough.” Toshihiro only nodded in agreement.

“Good, I want you to return to your businesses, kill any birds that come your way...Maemi-”

“Yes, ma'am!” The young cat saluted and proudly waited for an order.

“-I need you to head to our storage near the edge of the shopping district, no doubt will they try to sabotage us by breaking our weapons and supplies. Greet those birds for me if they show up, will you.”

“Dead or alive, ma'am?” The tall, gray cat thought about it for a moment, before coming to a conclusion.

“Alive would be better, capture them when the opportunity presents itself.” Maemi nodded with a serious expression. They wouldn't fail, those birds would pay for killing so many Nyakuza!

“Dismissed.” At that, the three cats got up and filed back out of the room leaving the tall cat behind, whose eyes narrowed, “Why do you struggle so much against the natural order, cats eat birds, it has always been so, and it will continue to be so.”

-

Dave looked around, almost shaking as they moved around the edge of the Nyakuza territory, it was determined that he and Enrique were to head to the big storage hall. Miraculously, both leaders managed to not kill one another in the meeting the day prior, however, Dave noticed the tension of his boss, and the sheer hatred for the leader of the Leowles.

Enrique, who appeared as calm as ever, was leading him and a group of five owl and five penguins, a small group had an easier time staying undetected, that was something that Hattie explained to them, and the old, yellow bird had nodded in approval. “You have that micro chip that your leader has given you, right, amigo?”

Dave rummaged around in the inside pocket of his jacket and felt the small piece of technology still being where it should be, for a moment he had feared that he had lost it. DJ Grooves had entrusted him with it, telling him that they could open the gate to the storage hall with it. He didn't understand anything he had told him, but it boiled down to 'Put the chip on the card reader, it will to the rest'. The small penguin was proud at being given such an important item, he couldn't mess this up now! “I got it right in my pocket, don't worry.”

They continue on through the alleys until they spot the storage hall. “So far so good.” Enrique observes the guards that have taken position around the big building. He sees around five cats guarding the outside of the hall. The low number wasn't unusual, they still had their claws full with running the former Leowle and Penguiad territory, that and the fact that they lost quite a lot of cats in the assault on their HQ.

Dave peeks around the corner, and gets pulled back by Enrique when one of the cats looked their way. The small eagle-owl starts whispering after motioning for the penguins and owls that were with them to come closer. “We'll attack them from both sides, I'll lure them over here. Dave-” The penguin jolted up in surprise.

“A pincer attack, dude, that's brutal, man. Bow wasn't joking when she had us watch out for you owl when Hattie came walking toward us that day.” The penguin shuddered a bit.

“-I want you and the penguins to go around the building and strike from behind. ¿Comprendes amigo?“

“Yes?” He looked a bit uncertain, kind of understanding what he just asked and kind of not. The penguins followed behind him, drawing their weapons as they walked behind the building from the left side waiting for Enrique to draw the attention to him and the owls. They started to attack as soon as they heard a loud 'How DARE you!' come from the position of the owls. Dave quickly took out one of the cats by stabbing him in the back while Enrique finished off a cat that had tried to slash him with their claws, only for their neck to meet his sharp talon on the way. The other owls and penguins quickly overwhelmed the remaining three. “Take that, fur balls!” One of the penguins cheered and high...oned? His brethren. The owls, meanwhile tried to focus on the front.

Enrique looked around some more, Dave following shortly behind him. “That's a big hall, alright, I wonder how many dangerous weapons they're storing in there.” Dave looked up at the massive, green building, while Enrique walked up to the small panel that required some kind of code. “You think there's more of those fur balls in there?” The penguin moved next to the panel, away from the door, just in case more cats came running out when he put the chip onto the panel and the door opens.

“We'll find out, ready when you are, Dave.” The penguin nodded and waited for the other penguins and owls to be in position before putting the micro chip on the electronic device. A robotic 'Access granted' could be heard. The door slowly opened, Dave gripped his knife tight and looked over at Enrique, whose eyes narrowed.

Nothing happened...absolute silence. The doors were fully open and for a full 10 seconds there was no noise, but the noise of his own breathing in Dave's ears. He watched as Enrique peeked around the corner into the storage hall and followed when he moved from his position and slowly entered, his weapon at the ready.

The hall was dark, hardly any windows made it difficult for the penguins to see. Enrique on the other hand could see nothing out of the ordinary. Some big crates with food, large shelves full of various blunt weapons like bats and golf clubs, even crow bars. He slowly inched forward scanning the whole room, behind him the penguins, Dave and his group of owls followed close behind. He looked between the large shelves moving further and further in.

He was about to get out the dynamite that his boss had entrusted him with, when he heard a loud voice above him. “I've heard that birds like to be free...-” His eyes widen in shock when he heard a loud snapping noise and saw a huge metal cage fall down from the ceiling. Dave yelped when the cage hit the ground with a massive steely thud. “-well, I like mine caged.” A small purple cat in a red jacket jumped down from one of the support beams at the top and landed on the cage gracefully. “I would have preferred to kill you for all my friends YOU killed, but the boss wants you alive for some reason.” They gave the owls and penguins a glare, their green eyes glistening with hatred as they jumped to the ground.

Dave appeared shocked, but snapped himself out of it. “You won't get away with this! DJ Grooves will come and save us!” The penguins behind him rallied together and cheered, showing their refusal to give up. Enrique growled at the young cat, countering their glare with his own. His feathers rising up, as he watched their smirk.

“You're making a big mistake, even should you kill us the rest of the Leowles will avenge our deaths.” Internally Enrique was angry at himself, he should have seen this coming, yet, he realized to late that they were being watched the moment they entered.

Maemi only dusted off their paws before making their exit, the owls and penguins yelling and fighting against the bars of the cage, making them laugh as they left the building. Maemi closed the doors, leaving Dave, Enrique, and the penguins and owls that followed them in near pitch black darkness.

Dave sat down on the ground, hitting his head on a metal bar, that he couldn't see. “We really messed up big time now.” He let out a deep sigh.

“They won't lose, Dave. My boss and yours, Hattie, and Bow will get the job done.” Enrique tried to cheer his new friend up, but he looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

“W-What are they gonna do to us?” Dave asked with a shaky voice, he started to shiver a bit. Still true to his nature, the eagle-owl was oddly calm.

“They'll likely will use us as bait. They want to lure the others into a trap.” Enrique cringed a bit when he noticed that the flightless bird had started to shake even more.

“We really done it now. We...We'll get DJ Grooves and the others killed.” His voice was nothing more than a near broken whisper.

Enrique only laughed a little, “I'd like to see them try! Those four aren't stupid, Dave. They'll notice that something's wrong when we don't come back.” He wanted to say that they could also think that they've been killed, but decided to not tell Dave that, thinking that it would harm the already depressed bird more.

“...What do we do now?” Dave inquired. This darkness felt like it was crushing him.

“We...we wait, compadre, we wait.”

#dead bird metro au #ahit fanfic #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #ahit dj grooves #ahit conductor #inspired by an au from #the confuktor

[calenthee]

Really sorry if you have gotten this ask a million times, but i'm a nee follower. Your coloring style is pretty much exactly what i aspire to. Do you happen to have any tutorials or anything that you've posted of yourself or used to learn from?

It’s okay! I haven’t been asked too many times! Even if I had, I’d still answer!

the lame response is, practice and trail and error. I’ve been drawing for many many years, and was in school for also many years, so it’s kind of congealed in my brain into one mass.

This got longer than I expected, so more under the cut

a slightly better response is; I’ve always struggled with unifying my colors. One thing I was taught was using layer effects is bad, and can make the art look bad. I use both photoshop and clip studio paint, though I know a lot of drawing programs have similar functions.

layer effects are a lot like salt. If you do too much, someone might like it! But it can really put a damper on piece, and the reverse is true, only having a little might not make a difference at all.

Because I struggle with unifying colors, a real traditional painting way is to either have a very opaque wash, or even mixing the main color of the piece into some of the other colors.

I’m an OKAY traditional artist. I still struggle with color, which is why all my work is digital. I have better practice, and I’m just better at it.

so with the power of photoshop, I “cheat” a little bit. I could try to hand mix the colors digitally, but photoshop sucks for that and, well, I’m lazy. Work smarter, not harder.

My party trick? I add a light pink layer over a lot of my work, set it to overlay and lower the opacity on that layer so it’s not as strong.

for example, the drawings on the left, the colors are fine, they could just ~pop- a little more. I throw on the overlay layer, move it to 46% and, viola! Colors are more unified and it’s got a distinct look to it.

I’ve been doing this for a few years now, and usually what ends up happening is, sometimes I’ll just merge the overlayed layer and just start color picking from those merged colors.

those genshin chibi’s I did are just color picked from their character models, and maybe lightened slightly so it’s not too dark, but really not much changing. So putting the overlay really gets everything together.

Another layer option I tend to use is Exclusion, and usually a lighter brown with the layer opacity set to like, 15 or 20%. It helps a) unify everything, and b) helps tone down some of the brighter colors, to make it a bit more muted so it fits with the art nouveau style I like to draw in.

and again, just lots of color picking from the merged images to help keep everything together.

this turned out longer than expected! TLDR experiment! Try limiting your color pallets! Use layer effects, it’s okay if you don’t know what they do, I honestly don’t quite know myself ( I can give it a good guess, but, eh lol )

also avoid using true black if you can! When doing shades, darks get more rich, while lights get more washed out ( this is how I use colors, the cool thing about art, is you can do whatever! )

When I’m doing “blacks” in my piece, usually use a blue, or a red or purple, cuz it’s more vibrant and there are lots of tones of black. Ever try wearing a full black outfit with different clothes from different stores? They’re all different. So I always try to mix up the blacks and also try to keep the same color of black separate. That way stuff doesn’t start to blend.

And uhhhhh yeah! That’s more or less how I go about coloring. Sometimes you just gotta color pick from a neat photo and use those colors! See a cool rock? Color pick that bitch. Reference is king!

#Ask me #i rambled a bit im so sorry #Art questions

[elenajohansenreads]

Books I Read in 2023

#103 - Watercolor is for Everyone: Simple Lessons to Make Your Creative Practice a Daily Habit, by Kateri Ewing

Rating: 3/5 stars

I liked the purpose of this book, to use art and explore a specific medium for mindfulness and relaxation. I liked that many of the lessons included a page or two of student examples, so that I could see versions of the exercise that weren't the author's.

I sometimes did not like the overly woo-woo tone; even for a book about mindfulness it seemed simplistic and pandering. And I truly did not like the emphasis on having a million colors of paint at your disposal, which felt absurdly consumerist for a book on this subject. What do I mean? In the first lesson, which is simply gathering and preparing your materials, the author recommends getting one or more metallic paints to accent the pieces you'll be creating, but says "it's okay if you don't have any, though." And then almost every single lesson includes them! She also says it's okay to only have a limited number of colors, which I do because I'm using an old ten-color set I bought so long ago the tubes had dried up so I cut them open and mushed them into plastic bead organizers. The set includes white, black, two browns, and the rainbow from red to blue, but notably, no indigo or violet (or any version of purple) and no metallics! There was one exercise that wanted up to three different shades of the colors that represented how you were feeling that day, and yeah, I don't have any purple. This disparity between "you can work through this book with very few materials" and the lessons asking for a wide range of colors was further emphasized by the author "helpfully" including the sources of her paints in most (every?) lessons, in addition to the reference list in the back. Okay, fine, you're writing a book on watercolor, clearly you have a lot more watercolor paint than most of your readers. But advising me to use "the colors that speak to [me] most that day" is incredibly frustrating when I've only got the ten to work with, which you started the book by saying was okay.

I got less frustrated when the lessons began to include mixing guidelines and techniques; for the rest of the book, if the lesson wanted (non-metallic) colors that I didn't have, I spent extra time playing around with mixing them first, to varying degrees of success.

I did do all twenty-one lessons, and most of them produced a nice little piece of meditative art that I'm happy with. (A few were duds for one reason or another, but I made sure to ponder why I didn't like them and what "mistakes" that made them displeasing, so I can avoid them as I continued to explore the medium on my own.)

Would I recommend this book? I primarily do art as a form of journaling, so despite the flaws I see in it, I ultimately found it a useful experience, at least as a jumping-off point to keep using watercolor on my own--which is what I wanted more than the ritual meditation or the specific art style of the author. But not everyone will connect with the practice (which I made myself despite the flaws) and could bounce off without much engagement, and I certainly wouldn't blame them. I do think someone with a few dozen colors of paint will have a better experience than someone with fewer, and I think that implied investment in materials runs counter to the supposed purpose of mindfulness and relaxation (and explicit "it's okay" caveat in Lesson One)--I shouldn't need to buy so many things to do something this simple.

Bonus that's not an official part of the review:

My favorite pieces, at least from the journal spreads I've completed and photographed so far. (As I said, I did do all the lessons, but not all the pieces are in my journal yet.)

#booklr #book review #nonfiction november #nonfiction #art #art journaling

[arson-the-clown]

I looked up at the fraying banner tied between creaking, dying trees with surprise and confusion. It hung over a long gravel path heading deep into the a forest of oaks and pines and berches. "The Screaming Carnivalia: One of Americas Rarest Wonders" Beneath it nailed to the tree on the right was a wooden sign. "Experience one of the worlds last traditional freakshows!"

I was utterly dumbfounded. Freakshows went out years ago, with poodle skirts and greasers. What was something like this doing in our town, without my knowlege even?  Determind to get some form of understanding of the situation, I adjusted my glasses and got back into my prized black Studebaker Hawk. Taking a deep breath I started heading down the winding, wooded road. 

As I drew closer to whatever awaited me I passed colorful characters putting up signs and stringed lights heading toward the main road. A gaggle of clowns, a figure indescribably tall, a pack of large, hairy men. I tried not to make assumptions and keep my mind open, but the only thought that crossed my mind was Yeah, these sure are some freaks. Nonetheless, I persisted, driving deeper and deeper into the sea of greens and oranges and reds. 

Before too much longer I could see a farris wheel looming in the distance. As I drew closer and closer pop up tents and carnival rides and stands began to reach my line of sight. When I reached the surprisingly large parking lot I pulled in close to the ticket booth and entrance before parking my car and stepping my converse onto the loose stones. I took a deep breath, pulling my hoodie tighter around me, and slowly aproached the ticket booth. 

The colors on the tent like fabric were faded and mudled. A sign sat beside where the line of excitedly awaiting customers would be. "Welcome One and All! Adult Tickets $8 Child Tickets $5 8 and Under Enter Free!" Seeing as there was no line I approached the ticket booth directly. It was empty, aside from a chair, desk, and donation jar with a handful of change inside. A mess of pencils and notebooks covered the surface of the desk. Random pieces of hard peppermint candy and stray gummy worms littered everywhere.

Suddenly, as if by some sort of cue, the bare bulb that was hanging from the ceiling flickered on and rhe back half of the booth was brushed aside as a figure entered and sat down. It was a thin, but muscular man in a striped blue and purple muscle shirt and messy purple scrub bottoms. A brown bag splattered with red sat by his feet, which were comparatively large. His hair was cropped around his neck, it too was a pale purple and stuck out in places. His face had clown paint in a specific pattern. Blue stretched from his upper eyelid to his eyebrow and that same purple hooked underneath the pointed ends gesturing towards small dots. A red X crossed between his eyebrows. Stranger still was the purple rabbit ears poking out of the mans head. I put it off as part of his costume and disregarded them.

I cleared my throat before speaking "Excuse me?"

He looked up in bewilderment, his two front teeth poking down from his gasping mouth. "My, my now. It isn't nice to startle a guy like that."

"I apologize" 

He leaned back in his chair in crossed his arms "You're quite a bit early, you know. Opening night isn't for another week just about. We still have plenty of work to do."

"Oh no" I waved my hands in front of me dismissively "You misunderstand me. I'm a journalist. I was passing by and I'm very curious about your operation here. Mind if I ask you a few questions?"

He stiffened "Uhm, Let me ask Mr Ja- I mean the big boss. He's rather particular about the press, ya see." 

I nodded and he continued

"Look, I'll be right back." He leaned out towards me and hollared "ARS, TICKET BOOTH." before standing up and brushing his way back. 

"Ugh, why do I always get called first. It wouldn't be awful for Gorelia to actual do some work." a slightly deeper voice grumbled.

I turned around and somehow behind me a short whiteface clown apeared. No, not just his face was white, it was his entire skin complextion, white as a ghost. He was all dressed in black and white save for the red X on his head. Even in his platform boots this clown was short. Grey horns poked out from his black hair. His clothes were layers of black and white stripes under a black graphic tshirt. His makeup came all to sharp points, as did his teeth as if he had filed them that way. 

Unlike the previous clown, something about this one unsettled me deeply. That must have shown on my face because he began to laugh. It was a loud, cackling sound.

"Satan bless, humans crack me up every time" he sighed as he giggled "Aah, My name's Legal Arson, It/It's, I work here doing everything from carpentry to fire eating." He gave an overly dramatic bow. "And you are?"

I stammered for a moment, though this character was certainly unsettling, it was also charming in an odd way. "My name's Aleister McCawford, uh He/Him. I'm a journalist for one of the largest newspapers in this part of the state."

It took my hand and shook it, its skin impossibly cold. 

"A journalist, aye? You do have a writers pallor." it snorted "What do you want with our not so little operation?"

"I was just passing by and saw the banner. I live in this area and am seriously surprised to see something like this here. The most we've had is a homecoming carnival. I, uh, asked your friend there for an interview and he said he had to go ask the boss?"

It nodded, its long hair bobbing down its back. "The boss is pretty tightlipped. Especially with press. You've got it on your side that no one sent you here though. " It wandered behind me, firmly patting my back with surprising strength. "Good job man."

"Thank you?"

"You really just wandered into the hornets nest like a lost ant" It cackled again "Look, I'll give you fair warning. When the show's not playing most of these crea-people don't take kindly to outsiders." It hopped up onto the bar of the ticket booth and kicked its legs laisidacally. "I wouldn't stay after dark if you wish to see the sunrise."

I was taken aback "Are you threatening me?"

It's laughter boomed "Oh honey no. You'd know if I were threatening you." It smiled it's twisted smile "Don't say I didn't warn you is all."

The rabbit man returned, calling over his shoulder "Are you sure that's a good idea sir?"

A gravelly voice that froze the blood in my veins replied from inside the circus grounds "Don't question me medic. I know what I'm doing."

The rabbit shrugged and the terrifying voice continued "And you, fire eater, get back to work helping the wolves assemble the flat rides."

Arson shrugged and swung around, sliding into the rabbit's lap while muttering "はい, はい, うぃる. 野郎." It rolled it's eyes and looked at the rabbit "Back into the hair pit."

"Just because it's in another language doesn't mean I can't understand you Arson." 

"Sorry Mr. Jack I was just playing." and with that Arson the fire eater disappeared into the depths of the fairgrounds.

I must have looked bewildered because the rabbit looked at me and said "Don't mind Ars, alright? It's a little rough on the edges, but it usually has good intentions. It just...really likes to push it's luck."

"It seems like a pentulant...person? I'm sorry I'm not used to someone using those pronouns so I'm trying to adjust." I didn't want to seem like an asshole or that I was disrespectful. 

"It's fine I won't judge. Everyone deserves space to grow and learn." he tidied up the desk a little bit. "My name is Kazaam, He/him or Bun/buns. I'm the medic around this place. I've been with this show for going on ten years now This is my home." He sighed wistfully

"Aleister McCawford" 

"A pleasure I'm sure." He interlaced his fingers and set them on the desk before once again looking up at me "Look, The boss has an opprotunity for you here. Once in a lifetime thing. But first I'm going to take you to my tent and you can interview me. Then if you are interested, we'll discuss the bigger offer."

I nodded, though I wasn't entirely sure if I was ready for such a comintment. Especially with such strange people. But I should at least get the story I came here for so the trip isn't a waste of gas. I pondered the offer a moment more. It was only mid-afternoon and it wasn't like I had anything better to do. I mean, I'm just a 26 year old bachelor who spends his free time playing call of duty and watching dragonball z just like any other guy my age. 

I took a deep breath "Alright, let's do this then Kazaam. I'm excited to hear your story." It wasn't exactly a lie. I couldn't imagine what spending 10 years of your life in a freakshow would be like. I'm sure this guy has plenty of stories to tell. 

To my surprise, the bunny ears suddenly perked up. "Good choice man. I'll come around and open the gate for you in just a second, then I'll bring you to the medical tent and we can talk where we can both sit. I'm not such a dick to make you stand in the chill the whole time." 

He headed back into the fairgounds and I made my way over to the metal gates with a thick, heavy chain and padlock holding it closed. I tried to wrap my head around what I was about to get into. What was with the ears? Are the robotic maybe? I already had so many questions I needed answeres for. Something in my gut told me that there was so much more here than I was ready to uncover. Something deep and dark and heavy loomed under the surface of this circus and it was going to take me time to dig through its bones. 

White, fluffy clouds passed overhead. It was a fine day for mid august. Not as warm as it had been, but not freezing cold either. It was the wind that carried the chill. The sun shined in the sky like any other day, bouncing off of the metalic structures being assembled over the wide expance of the fairgrounds. 

Before I got too lost in my inner musings Kazaam approached the gate from the other side, bouncing slightly as he walked. We met on either side of the gate and he smiled his bucktoothed smile. 

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" the question was delivered warmly, but pensively. He began unlocking the padlock and unwinding the tangle of chains.

"You know, I think I'm sure. You and your friend have certainly sparked my curiocity." 

"Good. That's what we like to hear. Leave your hang ups and reservations in the outside world because we're about to bring you a whole new universe of perspective and experience" he laughed and opened the gate. "Welcome estiemed guest, to The Screaming Carnivalia!"

I took one last look at the outside world, taking in the details of the falling leaves, breathing in the crisp air. Then, with only a slight feeling of hesitaion, I took my first step onto the property and the world of the Carnivalia for the first time.

#clowncore #clown character #clownsona #chapter 1 #nanowrimo #writing #story #small youtuber #clown aesthetic #horror #clown

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Enchanté ep 5 - Visual details

Oh I am so late this week with writing this but my new job is just so full-on at the moment that I just haven't had the time to breathe let alone scrape together my thoughts on this episode.

As it is, this ep was quite neutral...or subtle...in its use of the visual patterns which have been introduced in earlier episodes. Maybe that echoes the mini separation Theo and Akk go through (therefore there's less colour and vibrancy around them) and the growing animosity between the various characters...

Anyway, I thought there were several details that are worthy of noting this ep, so here they are (and not in order of appearance).

First, I think it's very suspicious that the lovely Tan - in his tan-coloured trousers - features in the centre of this photo. I'm still hedging my bets towards him being the original Enchanté - especially if Natee is correct in his declaration that he knows who Enchanté really is (Tan and him are besties).

And then, I feel like it's somehow significant that Akk's bag (this is his third one so far!) is a similar tan brown colour...at a time when he and Theo are estranged from each other. Might this colour inclusion mean that Akk did write one of the Enchanté messages in the book?...or maybe the use of this colour generally signifies the distance between Theo and another character (whoever that might be)...(as opposed to the closeness he normally has with Akk)...

But on to the brighter colours and I loved this little detail of the red, white, and blue paint bottles in front of Theo here. I already mentioned for ep 4 that the zine fair has a lot of the red, white, and blue, but this is a nice subtle little touch...especially when Phupha (stay away from Theo!) is both trying to connect with Theo as Enchanté and then Natee discredits Phupha and reveals that Phupha actually lied to Theo.

Again, I already wrote about the red, white, and blue details in Theo's home-gym - and we can see them again here - but I loved the different framing of this gym scene...with the punch bag dividing Theo and Akk whilst they have their argument and separate. This framing is repeated later with Theo and Phupha in the zine fair...

This time it's a metallic pole lit with blue (it's actually the 'trunk' of a tree decoration but without the book decorations that have been there previously) - a longer, harder immovable barrier as opposed to something (somewhat) softer, shorter, and moveable as with the punch bag above.

And now on to my favourite visual pattern - the blue and orange! This first one isn't technically very orange...but it's almost, and that's enough for me because there's also the blue of the shirt. What I liked in this scene is that red and white is also subtly included (with the stripes on the shirt and the hair ribbon). What do I think this means? At a stab, I think it's showing that even though Phupha is trying to get close to Theo, it's actually Akk and Theo's who will end up together (I mean, we know this but still...). What I mean is, Akk and Theo's closeness is an obstacle for Phupha...and in this moment, his mum and drinking buddies - who are also another type of obstacle for Phupha financially, academically, and emotionally - are reflecting this.

I absolutely adored this blink-and-you'd-miss-it shot of Im, Akk, and Egg. The blue and orange!! But also purple!! (I still don't know how purple fits into all this but it keeps cropping up with Akk and the biue and orange so I have to mention it...).

And again, this isn't technically very orange...BUT I just loved the soft blue of the lockers and light on the walls with the yellowy-"orange" of the foreground objects. The colours aren't vibrant because Akk and Theo are tentatively finding their way back to each other.

And finally, the rose. Not the first one in this ep - but I think it's significant that this one is in a pot and growing whereas the one Natee gives Theo is a cut rose - something that would only survive for a short while and then wilt and die. This one, however, the one between Akk and Theo, will fight and strive for survival, blossoming over and over.

I usually write these kinds of posts and leave them in my drafts for a few days to mull over and edit until I'm happy with everything...but since it's Wed evening already, I'm just going to post it and hope I don't want to change it all in a few days 🙃

#enchante #enchante series #enchante the series #akktheo #akk x theo #akktheo my beloved #colour use in enchante #blue and orange in enchante #brown in enchante #roses in enchante #visual patterns in enchante

[qlala]

Is it cheating to submit a fic request for the pride post you just made? I neeeed the whole thing (I'm on my laptop, but insert the big gay eyes emoji)

fjskdgjslg "big gay eyes emoji" you know what? just for you. just for you i have written this. i'll clean it up and upload to ao3 later but for now: have 2.7k of len dragging a sunburnt, tipsy, and glitter-covered barry back to his apartment, and happy pride!

Len wasn’t the type to begrudge anyone a good time, especially when the good time involved loud music, leather harnesses, and throwing water bottles at cops. Central City’s annual pride parade came as close as it got to challenging that attitude; families, fellow queers, and queens descended on the city waving more flags than the United Nations after a hurricane, all decked out in color combinations that Len hadn’t been able to keep straight since the ‘80s. 

The end result was the kind of crowds that could make a grown man feel claustrophobic in the middle of a city block, and that was without the visible haze of alcohol wafting off the whole event. 

But what the parade lacked in personal space, it made up for with one very important commodity: unattended wallets. 

The flock of sunburnt twinks in denim cut-offs made Len’s job almost too easy—a hand on a sweat-slicked lower back, a flash of blue eyes, and most of them wouldn’t have noticed their wallets going missing if Len had dangled their IDs in front of their faces afterwards. (While there were plenty of women dressed in just as little clothing whom Len certainly wouldn’t have minded getting within robbing distance of, he’d found queer women as a group to be less enthusiastic about uninvited touching and more enthusiastic about wallet chains, even when three sheets to the wind off of canned rosé.)   

He’d taught a dozen visiting suburbanites the importance of not keeping valuables in their back pockets by the time he spotted a familiar profile in the crowd. 

His usual red getup wasn’t much more modest than some of the outfits Len had already seen, but even knowing the shape of that body didn’t prepare Len for seeing Barry Allen stripped to the waist, bright-eyed and flushed and shimmering all over with a fine dusting of glitter. Len noted, on auto-pilot, that it didn’t seem like he’d put any of the glitter there himself; he was standing dangerously close to a drag queen throwing handfuls of the stuff on anyone who got within arm’s reach of her. It set the sun refracting off every dip and plane of muscle across Barry’s chest and stomach. Barry’s hair, already wild and dark at the roots with sweat, was full of it.   

Len’s feet were carrying him closer before he gave himself permission to move. Barry managed to drag Len into his orbit at the best of times; visibly tipsy and dripping sweat, Len would’ve had better luck resisting the turning of the earth. 

Up close, Len could take that Barry had lost his shirt somewhat recently; the slight touch of pink spanning his shoulders and chest had nothing on the serious flush across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He had a spray of new freckles as well. They were barely distinguishable under the haze of glitter stuck to his skin, but Len noticed them at once, the change unmistakable on an otherwise unchanging face (not a scar to be seen, even after three years of running into burning buildings and jumping in front of bullets; Len was equal parts frustrated and relieved).   

It looked like someone had painted a few strokes of color across one of his cheeks at some point, but it was smudged to hell and back. The back of one of Barry’s hands was stained a tell-tale matching purple, and Len could only guess at what it had been at the start of the day. 

He stepped into Barry’s space as easily as he had the rest, taking care to keep Barry between him and the source of the glitter, and hesitated for the briefest moment with his hand above Barry’s spine. He’d never touched Barry like this, skin to skin; the gloves had never come off between them, metaphorically or literally. Kept things neat. 

Nothing about Barry was neat right now. He turned even before Len touched him, and the movement brought Len’s hand into contact with his side instead. It took everything in Len not to pull it back in a flinch, and he met Barry’s curious glance with a tightly-controlled smirk. 

He’d expected Barry to step back, maybe add a bit of blush to those already-pink cheeks. Instead, Barry’s eyes took a belated second to focus, and then he gave Len a face-splitting grin. 

“Snart!” 

That time, Len did have to pull backwards to avoid Barry dragging him in for a hug. To think he’d been concerned about a hand. 

Barry didn’t seem the least bit put out, smiling loose and easy like Len hadn’t iced him to the door of a bank vault the last time they’d seen each other. He hadn’t taken Barry for such a cheerful drunk—he seemed inclined toward melodrama on a good day—but Len would take it over any of the alternatives. 

“Barry. Fancy seeing you here. And so much of you, at that.” He let his gaze slide down his bare chest and stomach, pulse ticking up at the warm brown of his nipples and the sharp vee of his hipbones that invited his gaze further down. 

“You’re overdressed,” Barry disagreed. He wasn’t quite slurring, but there was a careful deliberation in his tone that told Len it was a near thing. He took a step closer and peered at Len, suspicion evident in those pale green eyes.   “And… sober.”

“I’m not here to score. Perks include keeping my shirt on.” 

For the briefest second, Barry looked almost disappointed. But it was gone in a blink, confusion taking over. He glanced down at himself, puzzled. Then his expression cleared, and he looked up with another easy-going smile.  “I got hot.” His gaze dropped again, to Len this time, and he licked his lips. “Aren’t you… you gotta be hot in all that.” 

Len was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and thin jacket, and it hadn’t hit eighty degrees all week. But he wasn’t in the mood to argue with drunk logic. And besides, another scan of the nearby revelers had made something unpleasant begin to scratch insistently at the inside of Len’s chest, and he tapped Barry under the chin with one knuckle to bring his attention back up. 

The contact startled both of them—Len’s control had slipped, something he could not afford to happen around Barry Allen—but Len recovered first. “Where’s the rest of your team of do-gooders?” 

“Lost ‘em.” Judging by the return of Barry’s crooked grin, it was an accomplishment, not a concern. “Cisco said the shot was too strong, but I didn’t wanna go. He’s the d…” He faltered, brows pulling together as he frowned. “S’the designed. Designinated, superhero, anyway. Shh!” 

He shot a pointer finger toward Len in a movement that Len clocked, alarmingly, as intending to be pressed to his lips, as if he were the one who’d been chatting about Vibe’s secret identity. Len had three years of dealing with the Flash to thank for being able to catch Barry’s wrist in time to stop him, and he glared at him for the attempt. 

But Barry only gave him a crinkle-eyed smile and twisted his hand in Len’s grip to clasp his wrist back. “S’so good to see you here. I didn’t think…” 

“Don’t tell me you had me pegged for straight.” 

Barry made a frankly insulting noise halfway between a scoff and a hiccup and tilted Len a condescending look. 

“Speedster, remember?” he asked, far too loudly, even for a crowd currently screaming along to a pop song that’d been bad enough the first time Len’d heard it in 2000. “I see it when you...” He let go of Len’s wrist to make a gesture with two fingers, parting them in a V and sweeping them up and down Len’s body, the muscles in his forearm shifting distractingly under Len’s hand. God, the kid had to be a hundred degrees. “When you check me out. In the suit.” 

Len smirked. “It’s cute you thought I was being subtle.” 

“You’re cute,” Barry muttered, childish and sulky, and Len took it for the compliment it wasn’t. 

“You had a point, Barry.” 

Barry still looked displeased with him, but his brow was furrowed again when he met his gaze. This close, it was impossible to ignore that Barry had an inch or so on him. “About what?” 

“You didn’t think…?” Len prompted him. 

Barry stared at him blankly, and Len rolled his eyes and let go of his wrist. 

“Get out of the sun, Barry,” he said. “Find a park bench. Wait for your little friends to come find you. Shouldn’t be hard—you’re as red as your suit.” 

Barry either ignored his last comment or didn’t hear it. “Iris is here somewhere,” he said, possibly to himself. “She’s…” He twirled his finger absently beside his head. “Curly, today. And… bikini.” 

Len strongly considered abandoning Barry to his sunburn to go find out for himself. But Barry was beginning to sway a bit, and a man closer to Len’s age than Barry’s was giving Barry’s toned back a speculative look from a few feet away, and Len gave in to the unsettled feeling gnawing at his ribcage. He refused to call it worry. It was annoyance—or, at the very least, the feeling was annoying him, which was close enough.   

“As much a sight for sore eyes as that would be,” he said, allowing a magnanimousness he didn’t feel to color his tone, “I doubt Miss West ran away from her group and got heatstroke. Unlike some people” 

Barry didn’t look the least bit chastened, lips curving up mischievously in a way that drew another couple interested looks. Len needed to get them both out of the crowd before he started breaking noses.

“Tell you what. Give Cisco a call, tell him you went home. My bike’s on Kingsbridge, away from the parade route.” 

Barry’s smirk sharpened. “Trying to get me out of here, Snart? I thought you weren’t here to score.” 

Len gave him a flat look, ignoring the decidedly interested way his body was reacting to Barry’s tone. 

“You can barely stand.” 

Barry’s eyes glittered at the challenge, and Len realized his mistake. 

“Barry—” 

He hadn’t even finished biting out the second syllable when the world spun out from under him, the noise and the heat and the press of the crowd swallowed up in a hair-raising charge of yellow lightning. Exactly two and a half seconds passed in a blur of movement, just long enough for Len to realize Barry was supporting the back of his head with one too-warm hand. Then the world came skidding to a stop around them. Barry’s momentum carried them both forward several feet even after their new surroundings materialized, and they very nearly went straight through a window again before Barry seemed to remember how to stop. 

Len considered pushing him out the window anyway for the stunt. True, he’d been itching to get another taste of that feeling, the ozone snap-drag of Barry’s power like a live wire under his hands, but he’d rather have waited until Barry could pass a breathalizer. 

He realized Barry still had an arm around him and shoved him off. It did nothing to dim Barry’s self-satisfied grin, and Len had to look away or risk giving into the interested once-over Barry was skimming over his body again. 

“Pretty sure the point of a designated driver is not doing that.” 

Barry followed him when he took a step back. Len made a calculated decision, decided the risk of touching Barry again was worth it, and pressed his fingers to the middle of Barry’s chest—right where the Flash insignia would be on his suit, his brain offered unhelpfully—and pushed him backwards, hard. 

Barry unbalanced and wheeled back a step. Then the backs of his knees hit the edge of the couch, and he toppled, satisfyingly, back onto the dark leather cushions. 

It was a nice couch. The whole apartment was nice, actually. Len could’ve drawn a perimeter of possible locations based on Barry’s speed and how long it had taken them to reach it if he hadn’t already known the address. 

“Sit,” he said. And then, with a smirk: “Stay.” 

Barry rolled his eyes. “Gonna have to ask nicer than that if you wanna boss me around in bed.”

The way he threw it out there, easy as anything, almost made Len miss a step as he turned away. He wasn’t going to lay a hand on Barry, not when he was drunk on sunlight and skin and whatever concoction Cisco had apparently cooked up for him. But hearing him say it, like they’d already gotten all of the messy parts out of the way—it set off warning bells in Len’s head, flashing past all the possible off-ramps he would’ve taken if Barry had ever tried to have the conversation in a more linear fashion. 

“You’re drunk,” Len said, which was a coward’s answer, and behind him, Barry made a vague noise of agreement. 

“Probably,” he acknowledged. “You could stick around ‘til I’m not.” 

Christ. Len didn’t trust himself to look at Barry again, not when he knew he’d find him sprawled out and shedding glitter all over what had looked like a very expensive couch. “Stay,” he repeated, and went off to find the kitchen. 

By the time he got back with two glasses of water, the problem had solved itself; Barry was out cold on the couch, his painting cheek pressed to the throw pillow he’d curled himself half-around. He was shivering faintly in the air conditioning, all cooled sweat and goosebumps, and Len resigned himself to the now-familiar impulse to help him that stirred in his chest. He put one of the glasses down on the table and, not trusting his hands, knocked his knee into one of Barry’s where it was bent close to the edge of the couch. 

Barry buried his face into the pillow with a noise of displeasure, and Len said his name again. 

“Last warning,” Len said. “Ten seconds, you find out if I put on steel-toed boots today.” 

Barry groaned, and if the sound hadn’t made Len’s pulse skip, the easy shift of muscles in Barry’s arm as he pushed himself up to sitting again would’ve done the trick. 

“Water,” Len said, unnecessarily, as he passed him the glass. 

Barry took it with the tips of his fingers, as if it were something personally offensive to him, and took a single, polite sip before putting it down beside the other with no small amount of distaste. Then he glanced between the glasses, and up at Len, a dirty spark already lighting behind his eyes again. 

“Don’t get your hopes up. They’re both for you.” 

Barry let out a breath with audible annoyance and dropped back against the couch cushions to glare at him. 

Len felt a modicum of sanity return to him. This, at least, was familiar ground: Barry, frustrated, asking for too much, too soon. True, it had always been about the hero business until now, but Len knew a pattern when he saw one. Give Barry an inch, and he always took a mile. 

Len gave Barry one last, appraising look. He looked ridiculous, all self-righteousness and bare skin. There was only one break in the otherwise even coat of glitter, there on Barry’s side: faint, but unmistakable, the outline of Len’s hand on his waist. The feeling in Len’s chest coalesced into something pleased and possessive. He met Barry’s glare with a slow curl of his lips, then gave him an inch.  

“Call me when you’re sober, Barry,” he said, letting his voice slip into the Cold drawl just to watch Barry’s eyes go dark. “And you can show me how well you sit up and beg.” 

He could see the impatience radiating off of Barry’s frame, the effort it was taking him to stay on the couch instead of closing the space between them. 

“Call your friends,” he reminded him. “Enough people got a look at your face today without the CCPD splashing it on every milk carton, too.”

In the elevator, Len reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the thin black wallet he’d liberated from Barry during their sprint across the city. Two and a half seconds: child’s play. A little extra incentive for Barry to track him down in the morning, not that Len thought he needed it. He flipped it open, noted the deer-in-the-headlights picture of Barry on his driver’s license with amusement, and then thumbed open the bill compartment. 

Len smirked. Barry wouldn’t miss a few dollars; he owed him for the dry-cleaning it was gonna take to get the glitter out of his jacket, anyway. 

#coldflash #leonard snart #barry allen #the flash #my fics #is 10 pm on a tuesday peak posting time? no! is it when i finished this? yes! #also this is blatantly nyc pride sorry #write what you know etc

[mist-sly]

Sing of the moon

Chapter One: Coffee talks

This is a Wolfstar MMA AU that's on AO3 that I have been writing. However I'm gonna start posting it on here too because its easier for me to kept track of what I wrote. Any ways Hope you enjoy!

It was the biggest fight of the year. The middle-weight title on the line. Millions of people watching around the world. The champ, Sirius Black facing one of his biggest rivals, Severus Snape. It was a long overdue fight, the two constantly targeting each other on social media and making comments to the press.

The hype had been real. Every press conference was another layer of added tension and anticipation to the fight. No one wanted to miss it. Sirius was athletic and had every technique known to fighting in his arsenal. A predictable fight many had said. Others argued that Snape’s slippery, submission style could be enough to beat the champ.

Either way, it had drawn the attention of everyone. Even those who shied away from the bright lights of UFC. It lured those who lived in the shadows of the fighting scene.

A large flat screen TV had been set up in the old underground stadium. A crowd of fighters all gathered round to watch, each one sitting on some old create or broken chair. “Its not looking good for him wolfy,” said a teenager with dyed grey hair. He was sitting cross legged on the floor. The TV screen reflecting of his blue eyes. “Ill say. Every punch Black is receiving is drawing blood,” a big, bulky red-haired man said. He scratched at his beard and looked over to his left staring at the young man who was sitting back on the old, patchy red couch. The young man’s eyes darted around the screen, zoning in to one thing specifically as Snape aimed a body shot. “You see something, don’t you wolfy.” The other fighters dragged their eyes away from the screen to look at the young man.

Remus Lupin sat forwards, his elbows resting on his thighs, his hands covering his mouth and nose as he stared at the TV. Remus’s golden amber eyes narrowed right as Snape connect a light jab to Sirius face. He watched as a small cut formed on the champ’s cheek, drawing blood. He drew his hands away from his face showing his frown.

“There’s always something with an opponent like Snape,” he said in a low voice. The camera angle changed on the screen. A close up of Sirius’s face, enlarged for everyone to see. One eye was swollen shut, the other turning a mix of blue and purple. You could not see where cuts began, and trails of blood ended.

This should not have been the outcome. A total of three rounds the fight went on for. Thirteen minutes and a gory scene that would make any viewer feel sick. Three minutes into the third round and it was over. The champ got hit and did not get back up. The group of fighters where quiet. This should not have been the outcome.

However, everything happens for reason.

~

It had been exactly thirty-seven days since he lost. Thirty-seven days of thinking how? How did he lose that fight? Sirius had gone through it a thousand and one times in his head. He was quicker than Snape. Had a harder punch than Snape and was far more intelligent when it came to thinking on his feet?

Sirius shook his head to rid him off the thoughts. He was on his daily run to clear his head, not bring back more memory’s and questions. He stopped, his breaths heavy, panting as he ran a hand through his incredibly dark locks of hair. “Shit,” he muttered as he looked around. The area was unfamiliar to him. Small shops and old building surrounding the street he had just came down. Clearly it was in the more run-down part of Gryffindor. Sirius didn’t even know there was a run-down part of Gryffindor.

He spotted a small coffee shop further on down the street. A few people where sitting outside it but other than that, the street was relatively quiet.

A bell rang over head as he entered. The smell of coffee and baked goods immediately hitting him like a bus. It was warm inside, a delightful change from the nippy autumn air outside. The walls were painted a vibrant orange, the furniture looking old giving the whole coffee shop a warm and vintage feel.

“Hi, what can I get you?” asked a girl behind the counter. She had long, flowing red hair and beautiful green eyes. A sweet and pleasant smile on her face. “Sorry, I’m a bit lost. Could you tell me how to get to the upper side oh and a coffee, black?” he asked the girl.

The girl snorted turning away from him. “An up sider? How did you end up down here?” the girl asked as she started to brew a fresh pot of coffee. “Went for a run, got lost in my head.” Sirius give the girl a smirk as she looked over at him. Her eyes travelled up and down his body, taking in his appearance.

“Guess that explains why your sweaty. What about the bruises?” she asked staring at the faint mix of yellow and brown that covered half his face. Sirius smirk dropped. The girl knew she struct a nerve but before she could apologise, the bell above the door went again.

“Hey Lils. Can I get the regular for the trio and a peppermint tea for me?” Said a young man who walked towards Sirius. Tall, Sirius first thought upon seeing him. Skinny too. He watched as the young man walked towards him. His hair was curly, a caramel brown colour that Sirius doesn’t think he has ever seen before. He wore an old orange jumper that had seen better days and a pair of grey sweats that were rolled up at his ankles. Sirius looked at the bottom on his sweats surprised, surly no one that tall would need to roll up their cloths.

The young man nodded at Sirius before standing beside him at the counter. “Three sugars wolfy?” the girl, ‘Lils’, asked. The young man nodded.

It was quiet after that. The sound of coffee machines running and ‘Lils’ humming echoing around the small coffee shop.

“Here you go Up sider. One Back coffee to go.” The girl slid the coffee over to Sirius before scribbling something down on a piece of paper. “Up sider?” The man asked suddenly. Sirius looked over at him. His amber eyes sparling with curiously as he looked at Sirius.

It was now that Sirius got a good look at the young man. He had handsome features, that was for sure. He had a nice jawline, not to strong and not to soft. Freckles littered his face likes stars in the night sky. He has long eyelashes that seemed to make his amber eyes brighter.

He would have looked soft, too soft, if it weren’t for the scars on his face. He had one across the bridge of his nose and another one on his left cheek going down to his jawline. The young man had a fresh cut above his right eye that was bruised.

However, as Sirius looked at the man, the man also looked at Sirius. That was not good in Sirius’s head. The last thing he needed, was for the media to know where he is.

“You shouldn’t have lost your fight,” the young man said bluntly as Lils set the piece of paper down with directions in front of Sirius. The statement had taken Sirius by surprise. So, the guy knew him, that was great but to say something like that irritated Sirius. He didn’t see Mr tall and skinny facing a world class fighter like Snape.

“Excuse me. I’d like to see yo-“Sirius started only to be cut off by the young man saying, “Snape’s gloves were loaded.” Sirius blinked at the man, “tampered with,” he added in case Sirius didn’t understand.

Sirius couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Who the hell was this guy? Some losers who clearly knows nothing. Sirius took a deep breath and looked at the man. “Look. I’m not sure how much you know after fighting but official gloves have to be worn, not to mention that the gloves got checked and nothing was off with either one.”

The man however kept looking at Sirius with those amber eyes. “That wouldn’t necessarily matter. There’s always ways around the system.” He shrugged. Sirius could feel the laughter starting to bubble in him stomach again. “Ok then. Enlighten me, how were the gloves tampered with?” The man narrowed his eyes, a darker look falling over his once soft face. “A layer of padding was taken out of the gloves. That would have been obvious if they had not replaced it with something else. That other layer would have had to been roughly the same weight as the padding. My guess is that they used soft cast.” Sirius snorted.

Sirius knew what soft cast was. What fighter didn’t? It was an old scandal back in the day with a boxer. It had long since been forgotten though. The man continued, however. “It would make the hits harder on your face not to mention as the soft cast scratched the leather of the glove it would wear the material down.” He raised an eyebrow at Sirius to see if he was keeping up.

Sirius nodded and gestured for the man to continue, taking a sip of his coffee. Sighing the man rubbed his eyes, as if he were trying to teach a child how to read a simple word that they couldn’t quite grasp. “The soft cast would scratch against your skin and the impact of each punch would increase as the match went on because the cast would harden over time. Didn’t you notice when you were fighting, how the first hit was not hard but still drew blood? How as the fight went on Snape put less effort into each hit but was still able to increase the impact every time?” Sirius stopped drinking. His coffee cup frozen at his smooth lips. He blinked at the man as he thought back to the fight. When Snape landed his first punch, he was off balance. The punch shouldn’t have had enough force to bruise his cheek so badly, the way it did.

The more Sirius thought about it, the more he realized how much of what the tall, skinny man was saying, was true.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes on the man just as ‘Lils’ brought over four take away drinks in coffee cups. “Here you go wolfy! One hot chocolate with cream for Seb, a black coffee with two sugars for Harley, warmed milk with coco powder on top for Cain and your peppermint tea, three sugars,” ‘Lils’ said happily with a bright smile. The man, ‘wolfy’, nodded his thanks and took the four drinks.

“Wait! How did you know about the gloves?” Sirius asked before ‘wolfy’ could leave. “I watched your fight. Noticed what was happening and put it together with an old street fighting trick.” He shrugged and opened the door with his back.

“A little too good to be true, don’t you think?” Sirius said with a laugh, but the young man didn’t laugh back. He shrugged and turned his back to Sirius. “If you don’t believe me then check for yourself.”

Sirius watched as the door closed behind the man. He stayed in the coffee shop, not taking his silver eyes away from the door. The conversation replaying in his head like a broken record. He turned back around to ‘Lils’ who was wiping the countertop. “Do you have a phone I could borrow,” he said in a rush. Like somehow, he would forget everything the man just told him.

The girl smiled at him and nodded. She took out her iPhone from the pocket of her green apron and handed it to Sirius. He wasted no time in dialing a number. Listening as it rang in his ear.

“Hello. Yeah, James it’s me. I need you and your dad to check something out for me……”

P.s this is my first proper time writing so I'm not the best. 

#wolfstar #remus Lupin #Sirius black #MMA AU #Sing of the Moon #chapter 1 #lily evens

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Chapter I: A Bright Opportunity

Clad in robes of deep red and gold, she waited in the shadow of the hidden door, peering through the crack of it being ajar, the hidden stone tunnel stretching out behind her. Her slim body was leaned back against the cold wall as she waited for her contact's company to leave the room. Once alone, she stepped silently out of the shadows and into the warm golden light that poured in through the polished windows, kissing the skin of the woman's face as soon as she pushed her hood down from her head and onto her shoulders.

"Your majesty." She addressed formally, kneeling down as she bowed her head towards the floor and placed a hand over her heart.

"Winifred, I take that your presence before me means you have something of importance?" The red-haired queen of England queried, waving off the alerted guards to lower their weapons before gesturing for the other woman to stand.

"Of course." Spoke the assassin, rising from her bow to pluck a letter from her pocket, the red wax seal already broken, she handed it over to her queen, "A plot by the Vatican - and I'm afraid that your cousin Mary may be involved too, Elizabeth."

"Thank you." The queen spoke, sucking down a breath as she thought of the gravity of the situation - yet another burden for the queen's already heavy shoulders, "Though, this only means more work for you, I need you to uncover if Mary truly is involved, I want to know exactly what powers are conspiring against me and my throne."

"I'll get right to it, your majesty."

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(Y/n) opened her (e/c) orbs, her vision fuzzy from sleep. An irritated groan was pulled from her lips when she reached for her phone, her alarm blaring in her tired ears. It was six in the morning and her usual time to get up for school.

Her dream was quickly fading from her memory, all she could remember was seeing Queen Elizabeth I of England and an old-fashioned letter with a seal. "Proof that I'm passing history, I suppose." She grumbled to herself as she unlocked her phone to check all her social medias before she exited her plush bed. It was full of white fluffy blankets and pillows and shielded her body from the cold air that nipped at anything outside of her blankets. Her light grey walls stood tall around her in her rather plainly decorated bedroom - there wasn't much aside from her wardrobe and organised desk.

She quickly finished up checking all her messages before jumping out of bed and heading to the bathroom to relieve herself, wash her face and to brush her teeth, shivering gently at the cold temperature, all too eager to get back to her room where she could wrap herself in a blanket as she readied herself.

Upon returning to her room, she began dressing for the day of school that lie ahead, sitting on the floor in front of her full-length mirror to style her (h/l) (h/c) hair and do her usual makeup. As she went through her morning routine, she danced around a little to the music that was playing from her phone - mostly her favourite songs by Lana Del Rey with some Billie Eilish and some classics thrown into the playlist.

Once she was done, she headed downstairs to make herself a coffee to drink while she sat at the dining table doing any homework that was due in that week.

She was the only person in the house. The solitude never bothered her ever since she was young - her parents worked a lot and she never had much of a close relationship to them anyway. In fact, relationships weren't something she was accustomed to anyway - her parents' work meant that they moved house a lot so she never really managed to make friends or stay in touch with them either. But, she was perfectly content with her studies and happily sitting at the top of her classes.

She was one of those people that could never get enough - no matter what she did, there had to be more to get done. For every lesson, there would be another three to learn to push herself further. 'Why settle for less when you can be the best?' she would often say to herself whenever she took a little break from studying to browse the internet on her phone.

Once it was time to leave the house, she was pulling on a coat and slinging her bag over her shoulder, drinking down the last of her slowly cooling coffee.

Her walk was just like any other usual day, taking the paths beside the main road while her music accompanied her through the cold early-spring morning. She let out a sigh while her playlist shuffled in her headphones, blasting loudly in her ears. She passed familiar paths and roads, stopping at the same traffic lights. (Y/n) had the option to be driven to school by the family driver but she preferred the twenty minutes of morning air considering she didn't leave the house often enough.

When she arrived in school, she made her way towards the library where she pulled a notebook and textbook out of her bag, going over chemistry topics regarding balancing equations and relative atomic mass. Her music played softly in her ears now, music without vocals that would distract her if present in the song. This was how her day went: get to school and study, attend classes to study, sit studying at break, attend more classes to study, have a small break for a light snack and drink at lunch before studying then attend her final lesson to study. Once she got home, she'd sleep for a while then listen to music/ paint/ read a book before studying until dinner; after dinner, she'd have a bath and take some time to look after herself before going to bed.

(Y/n) could admit that a change in routine was all she longed for but she didn't know anything else. She had no friends to go out with and didn't really have anything interesting going on at all aside from family events. She wanted a change desperately but had no clue where to start - whenever she tried to mix things up, she'd always fall back into the same routine out of habit. When the bell went off, she packed her notebooks neatly away into her navy blue bag and tucked her phone into her pocket.

The approach of yet another repetitive day.

She sat through her first three lessons, her work at top standard and focus sharp as she pressed herself in her studies more and more. Her attention was following the video on the board that was explaining the use of tangent with angles of elevation and depression, noting down little features to keep in mind (all of which she already knew but noted it down nonetheless to show classwork) when a male teacher, who was escorting a female visitor, entered the classroom, making his way across the room to the teacher's desk. The (e/c)-eyed female had seen the grey-haired teacher around the school before and was rather sure he was one of the receptionists. She watched the hushed conversation quickly occur between the receptionist and maths teacher before the man straightened his back.

"(Y/n) Glacier, could you come with me please?" He spoke up, the student opened her mouth slightly, wondering why she had to be taken out of class.

"Do I need my bag?" She quizzed, reaching for the strap of the navy bag that rested by her feet.

"Yes, please," He spoke as he made his way back outside. (Y/n) quickly gathered her things and made her way outside, closing the door quietly behind her. Her (e/c) gaze managed to get a better look at the visitor. She was a woman in her late middle-ages with fair light brown hair and turquoise eyes. She wore a purple blazer and skirt with a white blouse and black heels.

"I'm not in trouble am I?" The student quizzed, she had no idea why she had been taken out and was beginning to grow worried that she might have done something; though, there was nothing that she was able to think of.

"On the contrary, dearie." The visitor spoke up as they walked towards a classroom, that was bare aside from the school's headmaster, where the three of them took a seat. The school's headmaster was a woman nearing being elderly with jet black hair that presented a few grey streaks. On her nose were thick-rimmed glasses and she wore a deep red blazer with a white blouse and a flowing black skirt that reached her ankles. She was a good headmaster and had been running the school for the good part of three decades from what (Y/n) had heard.

"Miss (L/n), this is Miss Pearl Attaway." The headmaster spoke, "She's a member of staff at Vermere Lake Grammar School and she's representing the board there that are searching for students to join seeing as it's a new establishment."

"Ok. . ." (Y/n) began slowly, "I suppose, to begin with, I'd like to ask: why me?" She began picking at a thread on her skirt under the table, finding herself to be rather nervous.

"Your grades are outstanding, (Y/n)." Pearl Attaway began, "We're looking for students with gifted minds like yours, you'd be a wonderful asset to the school."

"Where is this school?" The (s/t)-skinned student quizzed, wanting to know everything about it before she began to make up her mind on attending.

"The French countryside." The visitor replied. (Y/n) opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, "I know what you're thinking and I'm sure that the proposal of a boarding school comes as quite a shock but your parents have been spoken to and they both are in favour of you going and have left the final decision up to you." (Y/n) stopped to think. This choice was going to be far more difficult and impactful than she originally thought.

"I think that I'm going to need more time to make up my mind on this. . . I mean: France? A boarding school? I've never done anything like that before, I've never stayed away from my house unless I'm with family. . ." She looked down at her lap. This could be her chance to really advance in her studies! And the fact that they had sought her out specifically too! Would she be around more like-minded people?

"It's perfectly understandable if you want some time to think this over but I'm afraid that I'll be needing an answer before the end of the month," Pearl replied. That gave (Y/n) three weeks to make her big decision. The (h/c)-haired student turned to her headmaster.

"I know it's a lot to ask for but could I go home? I want to be somewhere where I can have some clear-headedness to think about this and I'd like to talk to my parents too. It's understandable for you to say no." She requested. The older woman tossed the idea around in her head for a moment.

"I'll have to contact your parents but I'm sure they'll allow you to return home." She smiled as she stood up, everyone else in the room following suit. The receptionist began leading Pearl away. However, the woman in purple paused on the threshold of the door.

"We hope that you'll choose to join us, (Y/n)." And with that said, she was around the corner and out of sight.

"If I may add my thoughts on this," The headmaster spoke up as she began leading (y/n) to her office in order to make a phone call to the student's parents, "I believe this is an excellent opportunity for you, I've seen your grades and your class books and I believe that this school cannot provide the facilities and teachings that you need to further your education. This would be perfect for you."

"I know. . ." (Y/n) began thoughtfully, "It's just the boarding school part that's making me hesitate. I've never been away from my family before." It was true that she was used to solitude but she was used to that in her own household, not in the countryside of another country surrounded by other people her age. She was certainly stuck on the fence. . .

The call was made and she was sent home, hence why she was laying on her bed of lightly coloured pillows and blankets, staring up at her white ceiling.

"This could be the change you want - no! - need! This could be your way to get a change in routine and press yourself to be the best! But it's so far away. . . And? You're not close to your family anyway, it's not like you can't call them for comfort if need be. You're not exactly leaving any friends behind either. . . What if you can make some friends there? If they're looking for people like you perhaps you can get on well with them. This could be the best decision of your life! Or the worst. . . Come on, you get to go to another country and attend an outstanding school! Don't let sentiment hold you back! It's a boarding school, I'm sure you can bring whatever you want to make yourself feel at home. Tell you what: let's do it! Let's go to this school! What have I got to lose? The worst thing that could happen is getting homesick." And so, she reached across the bed for her phone to contact her father who would tell Pearl Attaway that (Y/n) would be attending Vermere Lake.

For the first time in her life, the change she longed for was finally within reach.

#light academia #dark academia #assassins creed #assassins creed fanfiction #arno dorian x reader #altaïr x reader #jacob frye x reader #ezio auditore x reader #edward kenway x reader #fanfiction #connor kenway x reader #kassandra x reader #alexios x reader #the elites

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Monday announcement

Hello!  I have a few announcements to make about Underomit and this Blog page.  Im not here for chit chat, so lets get straight into them! 1) Firstly, I would like to say that I will not be posting art on Mondays. This is simply because I have a job on the weekends, and like to sleep in on Mondays. It is a long task to make art, and if I want to keep this blog consistent and actually alive, then I will not post art on Mondays.

2) Instead of posting art, I will be posting and doing a new thing for me called “Monday announcements” so as to update all my followers, future followers, any random viewers, and friends. The announcements may reign from anything from new art styles, possibility of skipped days, or any changes to my schedule, and MORE. I recommend reading at least the first sentence of every announcement on all posts to know what is going on. If you read the entire thing, thanks, if not, that’s okay!

3) Actual Comic update: I recommend reading this announcement fully. Underomit is a grand au and timeline to share how EVERY single human not only fell into the underground and their experience, but also a more detailed past of Undertale. (In my opinion/imagination, that is). Because of this, I may end up doing multiple stories at once (excluding the last human to fall, frisk.) The first 7 souls’ stories have nothing to do with each other, well they sometimes do, but it isn’t anything really majorly important. I am good at organizing things and what I create first, so any situation where it may relate to a past soul will be dealt with before hand. 

-To add onto the last announcement, I understand that depending on the page or panel, it can be confusing to tell what soul is being posted about. Worry not, because I already planned on this even before I started drawing.  To tell the difference between what soul and what story is happening, they will ALL be color coded. Here is the code: Tan/brown/white colors: Chara’s story All of the previous colors and Light blue: Patience’s story All of the previous colors and Orange: Bravery’s story All of the previous colors and Dark blue: Integrity's story All of the previous colors and Pink and Purple: Perseverance's story All of the previous colors and Green: Kindness’s story All of the previous colors and Yellow: Justices story.  To explain this a little more, I will use Integrity's story as an example; Integrity will have all the colors of the previous souls, so, orange, light blue, tan/brown, and white. The further time passes and each human falls, the more the comic will become painted. By time Justice falls, all colors will be there except red and black, which will come with Frisk. Which, the last part of the color code, is... All previous colors and Red: Frisk All pervious color and Black: Frisk in genocide

--and add on to the add on: (not necessarily important and can skip if you don't need more details about the colors) Chara’s color coding is a bit difficult, and you may notice hues of red, orange and green. Right now it may seem like Chara's story may get confused, but do not worry. These hues are simply here to show light and shading. No other human souls (when they fall) will be using the same hues to shade or highlight. The reason I was forced to resort to these colors is because the fact that is it hard for me to differentiate hundreds of tans and browns apart from each other, so unless they are extremely noticeable, it is impossible for me to see a difference. The only other two soul that may also resort in this problem is justice’s soul, yellow, as I also find it hard to tell yellows apart. However, because justice is the second to last soul to fall, there should be enough previous colors to not make a difference. The other soul would be perseverance with Purple, same problem. So, to grant myself freedom from this problem, Pink will be added at that same time (considering there is no pink soul, this seems fair.) You may notice a similar theme with other souls as colors are added in the idea of two colors. For example, black and grey/silver. yellow and gold, orange and peach (which is a pink/orange mix). Just note that most colors will stick to the actual theme, and any hues (like peach) will simply be for specific items that I find difficult to color, shade, or highlight. 

- Another add on to announcement number three again, keep in mind that this is an AU (Alternative/Alternate Universe). While it is mostly a parallel AU, it is not the exact same (which some people may have even noticed already, with dialogue, and all). The most differences will come with Frisks story after all the other 7 human souls stories have been put to rest. Including not only interaction differences, but also game differences. 

4) Lastly, but not least, I will try my best to get a new comic panel out tomorrow, but as someone with aphantasia, my physical drawing ideas are near to none. Basically, I cant draw for sh*t and I'm “out of pictured ideas”. I still know how half the human souls stories will fully go, but not in picture, just in word. Also don’t be surprised if it is a new story because trying to draw Toriel for Chara, is a PITA and it annoyed me so I kind of gave up last Friday.....

Thank you all for reading and listening to todays announcement, and there will probably (most defiantly) be more next week on Monday!

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5) Something I forgot to mention, you can also tell what story it is by looking at the tags. All of Chara’s story will have #storyofchara, and #thebrownsoul. In this post I will add on all tags that I will be making (and claiming) for such organization purposes. Be careful reading these because they will in fact spoil the names of each soul :)

Chara: #thebrownsoul - #thestoryofchara Patience: #thelightbluesoul - #thelbsoul - #thestoryofsabri Bravery: #theorangesoul - #thestoryofeverett  Integrity: #thedarkbluesoul - #thedbsoul - #thestoryofjati Perseverance: #thepurplesoul - #thestoryofsisu Kindness: #thegreensoul - #thestoryofellis Justice: #theyellowsoul - #thestoryofzuzen Frisk: #theredsoul - #thestoryoffrisk Frisk geocide: #theblacksoul - #thestoryoffrisk

-2k

#underomit #underomitau #undertaleau #undertale #announcement #thestoryoffrisk #theblacksoul #theredsoul #thebrownsoul #thelightbluesoul #theorangesoul #thedarkbluesoul #thepurplesoul #thegreensoul #theyellowsoul #thestoryofchara #thelbsoul #thestoryofsabri #thestoryofeverett #thestoryofjati #thedbsoul #thestoryofsisu #thestoryofellis #thestoryofzuzen

[talesofsonicasura]

Diamonds and Voodoo

Brothers and Bandicoots

This was rewritten when I discovered that the document had been nothing but a word salad. This one should be much better!

Taki-Taki returns to Morioh in order to fulfill a particular agreement. Sadly, all she got was her dad walking off, two brothers with daddy issues, egotistical assholes and bandicoot urine on a landmark. Oh joy.

"Yes. I would like to confirm this very information to the Speedwagon Foundation. Apparently defeating Angelo merely revealed a new part of the going ons in Morioh. Something that could only be trouble for everyone living here and maybe even further." Spoke Jotaro Kujo, the man currently on the phone in his hotel room.

Pictures of a now deceased Angelo's mugshot with a report paper taped to the back, another picture of a disembodied hand on a table set with breakfast for one, and a small booklet that read Morioh City's Report. The man could only stare at them with pure concern.

/I wasn't born with this power! No, it was given to me by a man in a student's uniform. He appeared in my cell one night. I was so scared that my balls were in my stomach. In his hand was an ancient bow and arrow, it had to be around 100 years old. Next thing I knew, he shot the arrow into my neck. Saying the reason I survived and got this power because my soul was so strong. If you kill me, then he'll come get you too!/

Information the man had given just before Josuke and Taki-Taki trapped the psycho in his current stone prison. It did answer quite a bit of questions stemming from an incident that happened 10 years ago. One which was entangled in the tragedy of the Joestar bloodline that started over a mere century ago. The blood feud between the Joestars and Dio Brando.

It begun when the Joestar Matriarch, George Joestar, had brought in an orphan boy after this boy's father passed. That boy was Dio Brando, a child whose immense hate turned him into the most vile and dangerous person in the history of mankind. Poisoning George Joestar, ruining the life of George's son Jonathan, becoming a vampire and then stealing Jonathan's body.

Those were some of the key facts amongst a lot of the vampiric bastard's sins. Jotaro then side eyed something at the far corner of the room, a picture frame whose photo was obscured by the distance. Sadness, and rage going through the ocean blue for a few seconds before fading. He turned his thoughts to something else.

"With the Arrow somewhere on the loose in Morioh, it won't be long until the town becomes a horror show. There's also that woman, Taki-Taki Bandicoot, I'll be keeping an eye on her. I don't trust her." His thoughts going back to his previous encounter with the greenette as he looked down on the table.

There were highly detailed sketches of her, Lani-Loli, Toxic and Quill, each marked with key details depending on the individual. The drawings were so accurate, it could be mistaken for a printout if it wasn't for the fact they were made using color pencils. Strangely there was one more sheet next to them but it was blank except for two simple words.

Crash Bandicoot.

"Come on Dad! We're supposed to see Josuke and his dickish nephew today!" The Wumpa Islands, a pair of three tropical islands found somewhere in the ocean near Australia. It was a home to all sorts of peculiar creatures, mystical areas hidden in every place wrought with all sorts of danger and full of mysterious magic. It was also where the infamous Bandicoot Clan made their residence.

N.Sanity Beach, which could be found on N.Sanity Island was a spot for the clan members to enjoy fun in the sun activities. A bunch of floaties with a tube one shaped like a purple dragon next to a volleyball net, a small bar set with seats for 5 and various drinks from non-alcoholic to a few different alcohol, a couch with a makeshift roof made from cloth, and strangely a fridge and TV on the sand.

Taki-Taki, currently by the couch, was trying to put a large hoodie on some... thing? Someone? It or he from the pronoun used stood around 4'7 in height, what wasn't obscured by the large jacket was a pair of blue jorts, red tennis shoes, orange fur covered legs and part of a orange furred lean stomach with yellow at the center. Distressed gibberish coming from the neck sleeve almost if the head was stuck.

Lani-Loli was merely watching the little show alongside another floating mask. This mask looked exactly like the small charm Taki-Taki had given Ryohei but larger with more details such as a goatee made of leaves, larger feathers that were funnily taped on the back, and was alive from the eyes and mouth both curved in a 'seriously?' look. There was no doubt that this particular mask was Aku-Aku.

With a strong tug, the hood finally came down over the large head of a...bandicoot. The almost cartoonish looking bandicoot had large ears, bright teal eyes with hints of innocent insanity, a brown mohawk of hair, a yellow muzzle and large brown bushy eyebrows. His hands were four fingered and covered by fingerless brown gloves.

"I don't know what's funnier: The fact two sane people are meeting Crash or about to learn that he's an actual bandicoot." Lani-Loli mischievously chuckled. Taki-Taki only said that Crash was her father but not about him being BIOLOGICAL. The greenette is actually adopted and the only human of a family consisting of bandicoots, living masks and other oddities.

"To be fair, she has been listening to my advice about being limited to her origins. Although from what I heard about your last encounter in Morioh, caution should still be advised. This is a whole new world we stumbled upon and there are rules to follow." Aku-Aku's deep, powerful and wise voice sent a clear message to everyone.

None of them had much knowledge about Stands but do know the consequences of their own powers, the mystical energy they wield known as Mojo. It was an ancient source of magic that not only fueled voodoo but all branches of sorcery. Something that could cause unimaginable damage if abused.

Mojo was what made Crash who he is, the powers that Lani-Loli and Aku-Aku have, and what Taki-Taki is learning to master but also the consequences if abused that made creatures like Quill and Toxic. Creatures with great power but have the potential to cause devastation if they run amok: Titans.

If that Stand granting Arrow is being constantly misused and what powers a Stand could potentially manifest, Morioh wasn't as safe as it should be. And there might be its own Titans lurking in the shadows. For now, their true nature needed to be limited whenever visiting the town lest the situation could become worse.

Who knows what kind of horror can manifest if Mojo mixed with a Stand?

The Higashitaka household was a bit offbeat nowadays. Due to the recent 'stroke' that the older matriarch had suffered, the aura of the home for the family of three was a bit rugged. Ryohei had been laid off of his work for a bit as both his employers and fellow officers were worried about the man's health. He was what kept the force happy and ready to go.

Thus he was stuck at home being looked over by his daughter Tomoko and grandson Josuke from time to time. Taki-Taki was currently standing by the door with her father Crash next to her. Her face was obscured by the large hood of his jacket. Lani-Loli and Aku-Aku were currently hidden in Taki's jacket so they wouldn't be seen.

She knocked on the door politely despite how loud it sounded. "Hold on!" A woman's voice fires back in an instant. In a few seconds, the door was opened by a young woman who both father and daughter could guess was Josuke's mother. Josuke definitely got his soft face and beauty from her but Ryohei's kindness was there too.

Her hair was violet and short, eyes a similar baby blue to Josuke but more fiery, she was slim though there definitely was some muscle hidden by her yellow shirt and dark jeans. "Hello! Are you Josuke's mom? He does have your looks and you do look a bit like Mr Ryohei." Her odd deduction had the purplette surprised for a moment.

Then hearing her father's name was enough to put two to two together. "You're right, I'm his mother Tomoko and Ryohei is my father. Are you by chance Taki-Taki Bandicoot? I heard about you from my dad and son. Dad was right about you being adorable. Whose this with you?" Her voice, although soft and kind, held a ferocity behind it. Josuke's fiery temper had to come from someone.

"This is my dad, Crash. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, I couldn't get home for a few days. Josuke let me stay here until I got back but under the condition that he had to talk about my stay with pops." Tomoko easily remembered her son mentioning that when she had gotten back home later that day.

Although she couldn't help but look at the figure that was Taki's father. There was not a single facial feature to make out due to the darkness of the large hoodie he wore but it was his hands that drew flags. Was the orange section part of the gloves and did he lose a finger in an accident? The hands were very odd and that orange part had a texture that looked more fur than leather or latex. Still...

"I'm sorry to say but Josuke had left for school today. Luckily he should be out by now. He attends Budo-ga Oka which isn't that far from Angelo's Rock, the new landmark which recently popped up." Taki-Taki immediately knew what she was talking about. It was near the place where that adorable turtle in the makeshift pond lived at. Shouldn't be too hard to find.

The Haunt House, an eerie landmark of sorts located near the recent Angelo's Rock. This large home could be recognized from the various broken windows that were either without glass or boarded up haphazardly, old paint that chipped away from even the gentlest of breezes and the vine covered gate with the tilted door marked by a 'No Trespassing' sign.

It was called the Haunt House from the feeling of being watched or the eyes of something watching in the shadows of the window whenever someone walks by. Police often patrolled the place for squatters due to these particular sightings and reports. Coming to the backyard strangely enough was the hoodie form of Crash Bandicoot.

From the glimpse of marsupial's green eyes and lack of companions, it was clear that he was lost. He let out a rumble of pure gibberish obviously annoyed. 'Maybe I should've stayed at that rock weirdo… Then again, Taki probably might not be happy to know I no longer have to go.' Crash let out an impish chuckle. Just because he was evolved doesn't mean he stopped 'marking his territory'.

'Dad, I need you to stay here with Angelo for me. If Josuke still isn't at school, then he'll most likely come through here to get home. It shouldn't take long for us to come back.' His daughter's words echoing in his head.

He felt a bit ashamed for not listening. It just he wasn't used to standing in one place for so long if it didn't involve napping. The bandicoot had a silly smile thinking about a nice snooze in his hammock after a nice slice of Wumpa Fruit pie. The little daydream was popped by the sound of soft skittering that hit his large furry ears.

Crash looked up before tilting his left ear towards the creepy house. The sound had to be somewhere in the upper levels from how it reverberated through the walls. Whatever made it was too big for an insect or small cat to do. Spying an open window with the least amount of boards, the bandicoot giggled to himself as an idea came. Little claws popped from the marsupial's fingers with a simple flex before he leapt onto the wall. Once the talons had a good grip, Crash climbed up the house wall and slipped in through the empty window pane.

"Motherfucker!" "Language!" Heterochromia eyes could only glare at the currently shivering stone convict. Taki had gone over to the school Tomoko mentioned after requesting her dad to stay put. Sadly, they couldn't find any sign of Josuke and looking for Jotaro was impossible without the pompadour prince's help. After visiting the little turtle in the pond, the greenette and her mask companions backtracked to the landmark.

Yet, her mutant bandicoot father was nowhere to be found and a foul smelling puddle was now present on the rock's lips. Normally something as gross as this got her laughing but at the moment the witch doctor was just annoyed. "Guess we were gone for a bit too long. Patience isn't something Crash normally has these days." Lani-Loli said while looking at the wet spot in distaste.

None of them should be surprised that the bandicoot would wander off somewhere. Luckily or disgustingly, there was a scent that could be used to find their lost marsupial. The witch doctor went into her jacket pocket to pull out a small vial that contained a soft luminous blue liquid. Taking off the small cork, Taki downed the tube's contents in a single gulp.

After placing the empty glass tube back in the pocket, the witch doctor then reached into the dinosaur skull she wore. Her hand pulled out a small peculiar object that was hidden in her bone headwear. It appeared to be a fang of some sort but was too thick, too large, and oddly too sharp to belong to any normal animal. Lani-Loli and Aku-Aku exchanged looks then quickly getting a few feet from Taki before she devoured the tooth with gusto.

In an instant, her eyes narrowed into slits and tattoos blazed to life in burning blue. She suddenly hunched down as if in pain followed by the sound of beastial snarling. The statue could only stare in perpetual terror upon the morphing shadow that started to cascade over him. Tears pouring from the frozen orbs from the sight of what could only be best described as a monster.

A distorted scraping noise ripped through the ominously quiet neighborhood before it was quickly followed by the sound of shattering pavement. This ruckus came from the front of Morioh's Haunt House for a battle was being waged at its steps. One of the fighters was Josuke whose uniform was dirtied up a bit along with a few scratches on his face. It was the least of his worries though.

Standing in an defensive position was another teenager around his age and size, a male Stand User from the bright fiery blue aura that flared his form. He had the look of a punk, shaved black hair that looked gray with a mini pompadour which sat at the mods, his eyes that seemed to only have impish pupils alongside a thin but large X-shaped scar or line pattern on his head.

The punk wore a modified blue gakuran with multiple gold pins shaped like money symbols on the fabric. "I won't say this again. Okuyasu Nijimura, you better let me through you bastard! Koichi isn't part of whatever bullshit your up to!" Josuke snarled at his opponent with hot daggers in his baby blue eyes.

The now named Okuyasu merely let out an impish chuckle before speaking with a rough and ruggish voice. "Sorry pal but you'll have to go through me first! Come closer and greet The Hand!" Almost on cue, a white hand with two bulbous baseball patterned protrusions on the palm came from behind the teen's head. The pomp prince quickly jumped to the side as the appendage swatted at his previous position instead, the 'No Trespassing' sign.

Alarms bells went through his head upon noticing the sign wasn't destroyed but it wasn't the same either. The text looked...too short almost if something was missing or had disappeared. It then clicked upon another glance of the item. "That sign! It used to say 'No Trespassing' but now it only says 'No passing'! Your Stand scraped the 'tres' away!"

Josuke's deductions caused his opponent's smile to grow malicious. The spectral arm next to the young man transitioning into something larger. In seconds that limb had fully materialized its true form, a white humanoid puppet outlined by blue armor bearing gold money symbols. The puppet shared a similar build to his master, its colorless hide sharing the same hardened texture of the armor, and his head was held in a white pail bucket that obscured part of its yellow lined eyes and the almost expressionless lips.

"That's right Josuke! My Stand can scrape away anything that it's right hand touches before closing the missing space together. I don't know where it goes or even if it still exists anymore but I do know you'll be sure to follow!" The Hand then scraped the air as a green tear rips right through the dimension. It immediately shuts closed in seconds as the purplette soon found his opponent in front of him at the same time.

He had used the created tear to close the distance between them. Okuyasu held his fist back almost about to speak when… the sound of whistling flew over their heads as a blast of glowing pink had sent Josuke's attacker airborne upon striking his Stand in the chest. The pompadour prince only had the time to blink before a pair of animalistic heterochromia eyes looked back at his.

What stood before had to be one of Taki-Taki's creatures, nothing could have been as odd or mystical like they strangely were. However this one felt off in a familiar sort of way. The creature looked like a bipedal almost anthropomorphic fox. It was monstrous with spindly long arms paired with black paws that held sharp claws, limber and lean build that was perfect for predatory stealth, the face was foxish but could be mistaken for a coyote or cougar from the longer ears and snout, and there were large purple parrot feathers on its back in a leafy plumage manner.

The off signs came from the tattoos around its arm that looked too much like Taki-Taki's, the greenish short hair on its head and the dinosaur skull… It immediately clicked on what or who had just defended his bacon. "Holy shit. Taki-Taki, is that you?" His query being answered upon a large prickly tongue licking his face courteous of the 9 ft beast that once was a human girl.

Josuke's face turned beet red and he honestly couldn't say if it was in disgust, embarrassment or touched by the sticky dog kiss. "Josuke?!" He whipped his head to see Lani-Loli flying over to the two but immediately stopped from the sound of hyena/wolf growling. Eyes were on the now standing Okuyasu who then looked flabbergasted by the new faces.

"What the hell?! Is one of those things that scrawny munchkin's Stand?! Or some sort of monster? No matter, The Hand will scrape you all out of existence!" His Stand manifesting once more with the right hand ready to erase even more space. Sadly, he didn't anticipate what particular creature the greenette was.

Letting out a loud hyena-like cackle Taki threw a large but fast pink orb of energy straight from her hand. It was a glowing magenta torpedo that clipped through the side of the Stand's right wrist in seconds. Okuyasu howled in pain from a chunk of his right wrist exploding outward almost if his body was mirroring the Hand's injury.

"The Snipe, a predatory beast that hunts its targets with high speed projectiles and is a close range fighter's worse nightmare!" Lani-Loli spoke while watching the green haired beast pounce at the off guard teen. Her feet instantly knocked the air out of Okuyasu's chest which forced his Stand to vanish from the lack of breath. He could only look up at the large drooling teeth of the angry beast that currently had him pinned down in fear.

His eyes quickly shut almost if waiting for the end only to scrunch his face in confusion by a soft touch. With a small peek, the young man was greeted to the sight of the large monster's forehead gently pressed against his own. A strange sensation going through his mind in a second before it- no she looked back at him with sympathy.

Taki then looked over to Josuke and Lani-Loli before the feathers on her back started glowing in strange patterns. The purplette was confused by the odd signals but the Quantum Mask knew what it meant. It was a sign of Morse Code Taki had developed for this form. "Josuke! Heal him, this guy isn't your enemy! Apparently he has a reasonable story behind this attack! Something involving his father!"

Lani-Loli's words made Okuyasu's eyes widen in realization. "You...went through my head? You saw the 'thing'." That last word practically quivered in silent despair and sorrow. Taki merely nodded her head before getting off the teenager. She quickly stalked towards the Haunt House. The harsh stench of blood hit her nose full force which turned a small crawl into an urgent run.

Her predatory eyes immediately ignored the man in the darkness for the childlike teenager that was slowly dying on the ground. He had short well groomed silver hair, light almost pasty skin and wore a plain green gakuran but his blue eyes were slowly becoming lifeless from the nasty arrow wound in his neck. Taki knew he would die if he wasn't treated.

"How curious. You the child's Stand or perhaps belong to-" The female Snipe growled before nonchalantly tossing a blast of pink at the unwanted pest. The man must've scurried out of the way from the sound of wood exploding to chips. Knowing there wasn't going to be an interruption, Taki reached for one of her feathers and plucked it off her back.

Holding the item in hand, she let out growls that sounded close to a chant as the piece of parrot plumage began to glow a soothing green. Taki crushed the feather in her hand as it broke into verdant stardust before pouring the powder over the large gouge on the boy's neck. The large wound immediately glowed a vibrant emerald as it steadily shrank. In seconds, the large gash was gone and the young man's eyes regained its vivid color once his breathing had steadied.

He blinked once more before blue eyes settled on the large beast hovering above him. A normal reaction to the sight was to scream but instead he felt his neck and noticed that his injuries were completely gone. Taki definitely knew he was a calculative and reasonable type since he put two to two together. "You...saved me." Despite the youth in his voice, the slight baritone was enough to solidify that this was a teenager and not a child.

"Koichi!" Josuke bursted into the house alongside Lani-Loli and oddly a determined Okuyasu who was following from behind. The punk looking teen no longer had any rips on his clothing or flesh, almost if everything was returned to their previous state. "Big brother, you need to stop right now! These guys can help us! Help d-" He was cut off when Taki quickly got in front of him.

Multiple tiny holes manifesting on her hide and feather plumage as if she was hit with bullet rounds from a tiny minigun. The puncture wounds weren't deep enough to draw blood since she wasn't human at the moment but… they had enough strength to disfigure a normal person like blood swiss cheese.

Taki snarled at the attackers, no, attacker to be precise. The ones to fire the barrage of nasty tiny bullets was an entire shooting squadron that consisted of toy army sized men. Same military clothing but the faces covered in white taping, eyes just beady red headlights and a thick flame of blue around them.

When the witch doctor like this, the number of magic she could use was limited but made difficult spells like mind reading or healing very easy. Okuyasu's memories told her what exactly she was dealing with. The platinum blonde teenager slightly older than Okuyasu, his older brother Keicho and his Stand, a mini army known as Bad Company.

"Big brother…" Was all the younger brother could say upon realization that the attack was aimed for him. Taki gave the three human males behind her a look. 'He's mine.' None of them said a word of disagreement. Knowing what was about to happen, Lani-Loli took it upon himself to get Josuke and his two accomplices away from the approaching battle.

The three humans and mask vanished in a sudden puff of wispy blue smoke. Taki-Taki's sharp nose told her that her friend had taken them to the higher floors of the house. A safe place which made the monstrous witch doctor happy for they wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. She then turned her head to snarl viciously at Okuyasu's older brother.

"I can only guess that little mask has the power to teleport others. No matter, it won't take long for my Bad Company to find them once I finish you off. Then your friends will be next." Keicho's threat was backed further when a swarm of mini helicopters manifested in the air. "Fire!"

The Snipe quickly sprinted into a run as the mini army fired their payloads in the form of raining bullets and mini missiles. Wood chips, glass shards, and furniture stuffing erupted in a trail that hounded the quick Taki-Taki, avoiding the deadly miniature ammunition with impressive. She leapt onto the ceiling fan and flung herself into the air whilst throwing another blast of pink energy from her claws.

A large chunk of soldiers and a few helicopters exploded into magenta tinted flames from a successful hit. However, their owner didn't seem to suffer any sign of damage despite the destruction of his soldiers. "Sorry but my Bad Company is a remote Stand. Destroy all the soldiers you want, you can't harm me!" Keicho's words caused even more miniature men to manifest but these ones were operating tanks now!

Taki knew she couldn't fight here with so many weapons aimed at her hide. She would run out of steam before her opponent did. An idea then clicked into Taki's skull which propelled her to make a quick turn. She tossed a few more explosive shots at the tiny army as she ran. Every bullet was a bullseye as even more of Bad Company's soldiers went up in magenta smoke.

Her opponent quickly caught onto what the larger puffs of smoke that slowly filled the room were. "A smokescreen?!" Eyes looking to find the obscured beastie that ran up the stairs and he quickly glared. "After it!" Multiple tiny helicopters manifested to hound their fleeing target as the blonde followed in pursuit.

On the top floor of the Haunt House, Josuke was currently glaring daggers at a certain blue mask. The sounds of an explosive scuffle happening under his feet and a set of blue spectral chains that kept the door of their current location shut. "Lani-Loli, let us out!"

Despite the pompadour prince's demand, the Quantum Mask only shook his head in nervous defiance. "N-no way! You'll be either swiss cheese from gunfire or human flambe by blasts of Mojo! It's suicide!" Lani-Loli fired back with force despite his slight stutter. Of course, the mask flinched when Crazy Diamond manifested with a snarl on his face.

The only ones not getting involved in the potential scuffle was Okuyasu and Koichi who sat on the bed at the opposite side of the room. In the silver haired teen's hands was a yellowish pale egg with green stripes but also radiated a faint verdant aura. A Stand or Stand Egg that had manifested from Koichi's throat once getting into the room.

"I don't care if Taki can become one of those beasts like Quill or Toxic. She needs backup if her opponent's an army!" The large armored Stand clenched his fists as if ready to let loose a punch any second. "That's enough!" An aged voice immediately had the three teens raise their guard to the point even Okuyasu's The Hand manifested next to his master.

Coming through one of the half sealed windows was Aku-Aku whose appearance made whatever fight in either Josuke or Crazy Diamond vanish. "Aku! Where were you?! First Crash went puff then you go awol on us!" Lani-Loli was quickly hushed by a single look from his companion. Glowing yellow eyes then looked at the other members of the room.

"I had a feeling you were in quite a pickle so I went to find Crash first. He's somewhere in the house on the top floor waiting for you. As for Taki-Taki, her opponent is about to walk right into her 'tripwire'." Aku spoke as his gaze fixated on Josuke and his stand. The pompadour youth speaking up in confusion. "Tripwire?"

The tiki-esqe mask nodded in response at the inquiry. "Correct. Snipes are powerful long range fighters especially in confined spaces like this. Their biggest advantage isn't their ability to blast opponents with magic." A smirk then crossed Aku-Aku's face as if knowing the outcome of the ongoing battle.

Taki-Taki continued her trek up the house as Keicho and his forces relentlessly pursued the female. Every time a soldier or copter was in sight, the greenette blasted it with a pink energy shot before she took the chance to flee further. Her running however came to a halt once she reached a mostly clean room. Not a single shred of furniture or anything to hide the witch doctor's large form in sight.

"Got you now." Keicho's voice echoed through the room for hundreds of small soldiers filled it in seconds. Tanks slipping in from the vents, helicopters pouring from the open windows, armored humvees riding up from the stair railing and their owner walking in from the staircase. Taki-Taki wasn't to blind to the fact she was boxed in.

"I'll admit you're quite the fast runner and a nasty sniper. Sadly, this is the worst place for something as large as you. However, my Bad Company can thrive throughout our home base. I suggest you be a good beast and stay down." The older teen deviously chuckled as he stared down at the beast. His laughter quickly died in seconds when he noticed Taki-Taki was now smiling. A smile that revealed razor sharp fangs in a cunningly vicious way.

"It's the ability to set traps is what makes the Snipe a very dangerous Titan to fight."

Bits of pink began to lit up in sections of the room. Her opponent's eyes flickering to the source before they expanded in pure horror. Each light was coming from one of his soldiers in every group. Not even the quadcopters, tanks or humvees were unaffected. The horrifying part was the lights were blinking and were becoming faster per a second. 'Checkmate.'

The house shook hard as a loud explosion ripped throughout one of the floors, smoke tainted with hints of sparkling pink came pouring from the broken windows. In the large mist, the sound of coughing growls turned into pained ones as the large beast obscured shrunk in the purple haze. The remainder of the colorful screen filtered out as the now human Taki-Taki looked down at her fallen opponent.

Keicho was unconscious, bruises and burns covering his face and arms, platinum locks singed slightly black while billowing bits of smoke poured from the strands of hair and his uniform was charred with multiple holes through it. "The Phantom Bomber, a nice Snipe technique which lets undetectable bombs get planted on the enemy. The more collected in one spot, the bigger the boom." She walked over and hoisted the teen on her shoulders without a hint of strain.

Climbing up the stairs, the greenette could hear the voices of her friends from above. With some pep in her step, Taki ran up the stretch of stairs as the unconscious Nijimura brother shook and bounced. It didn't take long for heterochromatic eyes to stare back at a pair of baby blue. Everyone but her father was gathered outside of one specific door.

That door having the sound of familiar babble from behind its wooden threshold. "Taki-Taki! You're okay?!" Josuke looked ready to hug her if he didn't catch sight of Okuyasu's injured brother slung over the greenette's shoulder. "Big brother!" The teen quickly rushed over to his sibling. "Don't worry. He's alright albeit beaten up. Plus, his ego needed a nice kick so common sense can walk back in." The witch doctor chuckled, smiling with her tongue out.

Before anyone could go through the door, a particular situation needed to be handled first. A soft gold aura from Crazy Diamond enveloped the wounded platinum blonde in its soothing embrace. Wounds and damages done to both flesh and clothing vanished in seconds as the teen slowly woke up.

Keicho looked at all the faces surrounding him before he settled to glare at the woman who was the large beast from earlier. "You're lucky I'm a merciful person and you care about your family more than you let on. So, how long has your dad been cursed?" Taki-Taki's words surprised everyone but Lani-Loli, Aku-Aku and Okuyasu for obvious reasons.

There was a reason why the Nijimura brothers, well mainly Keicho, were using the Stand Arrow to create Stand Users. It was for the sake of their father. From Okuyasu's memories, their father had gotten into 'bad' connections with Dio. A deal of sorts that had more consequences than the man had thought. Upon Dio's death, bits of the vampire's flesh that were implanted in their dad had triggered a transformation of sorts.

A being unable to speak and unable to die that skittered through the halls of their home like a mouse for years. "Are you capable of giving him his eternal rest? We've been searching for someone that could extinguish that mindless 'thing' who used to be our father." His plea shook with pure desperate hope and sincere sorrow.

Reasonable for spending years in a house with a monster that was once your father, especially one mistaken for being mindless. "Have you noticed something odd about your home right now?" The question from the witch doctor was enough to widen the eyes of both brothers. It was the lack of skittering from something large that constantly moved through the house.

"Your father isn't mindless or gone. He's still there." Taki-Taki then opened the door to the room. Everyone was greeted to the appearance of a particular marsupial talking to an odd kappa-like creature. The being had thick green skin, slightly deformed from the lumps on his body such as the head or fingers, what appeared to be a beak for a mouth and wore worn clothes such as a white shirt and black shorts.

This had to be the Nijimura brothers' cursed father but what was strange is that he was showing a hoodless Crash something. An old photograph from the slight yellow coloration that showed a man and two very familiar young children smiling at the camera. The two were conversing in unintelligible babble but both clearly understood the other.

"That's our old family photo… He was searching for the photo of what he used to be…" The fact from Okuyasu's lips was enough to paint the picture for them. Despite the vast deformity, their father still remembered them, of their family before it all went to hell. The other oddity in the room finally hit everyone unaware of it.

"What's with the giant animal? It looks like an eastern barred bandicoot...if it was a living mascot costume." Koichi's question was paired with him pointing at the large marsupial. "Seriously dad? If you want to make friends then tell us instead of going into some rando's house after peeing on a town landmark."

The comical looks of eyeballs about to pop out from their sockets and jaws dropping to the floor made the greenette wish that she brought a camera seeing everyone's face. It was even funnier that the pompadour prince's hair looked ready to pop from the intensity of his utter shock. Surprisingly, Josuke was the first to get his speech back.

"T-that's your dad?! H-h-how?!" Now that done it for the greenette began laughing upon the purplette's insinuation. "Hahahaha! I'm adopted silly. Crash raised me ever since I was a baby that got washed ashore on his island. He may be a 'mentally challenged' wacky bandicoot but he's still my dad!"

The marsupial walked over and hugged Taki-Taki before placing a hand on her back. His pose and chest puffed up proudly practically screamed 'Yep, that's my daughter.' Strangely enough, it did make some sense about the young woman's oddness. Both Taki-Taki and Crash carried that same energetic weirdness to them.

"Aw. Such a sweet moment. Sweet enough to make me puke!" An unrecognizable male voice immediately had eyes facing the front. Part of the wall was charged with frantic electricity as if something was inside the wiring. It was easy to tell it was bad news from Keicho's sudden grimace.

One of the power outlets immediately exploded outward in large yellow bolts of electricity. The malevolent energy crackling as it began to form into a near physical entity. This new form resembled a bright yellow kappa from the beak and near egg shaped dish on its head with a long spindly lizard tail, thin almost featureless body and sparks of electricity crackling from its skin.

However it was the items it had that drew up red flags for everyone. In this being's clawed fingers was an ancient bow and arrow. The same ones no doubt capable of granting someone a Stand. "Oh no! Is that the Bow and Arrow, the one you guys have been talking about!?" Lani-Loli's cry made the electrifying entity smile maliciously.

"Guess who's Stand has fully awakened Nijimura? I honestly thought nothing would get you to drop your guard of the Arrow but I guess that chick and her friends was just enough! It was almost easy to snatch it with my Red Hot Chili Pepper's power!" The platinum blonde could only growl at his careless mistake. He was too caught up in his pursuit of powerful Stand Users to realize this kind of outcome.

"Do you really think your capable of wielding the Arrow's power? Your Stand has only just awakened after all! There's no way you can wield it properly!" Keicho hissed while the blue aura of his Stand began to flare up. The enemy Stand or Red Hot Chili Pepper merely laughed before aiming his glare on the blond.

"So naive. My Stand's powers had grown while you were busy. After all, you did say those with a powerful fighting spirit can manifest equally powerful Stands. Here let me show you!" It was quick as a bolt of lightning. One second Chili Pepper was at the socket and the next he was about to punch Keicho's chest. Only if a spin of orange didn't jump in front of the Red Hot Chili Peppers' range.

The Stand merely continued its charge only to cry out in shock when a twirling fist hit his face alongside a glare that were both from Crash Bandicoot. Chili Pepper was smacked back inside the electrical socket from the marsupial's Tornado Spin technique as Crash stood protectively in front of the older Nijimura Brother.

"Lani-Loli!" Aku-Aku's cry wasn't missed as the two masks quickly went into action. Both of them focused a bit of their magic that was quickly released in the form of a violent bluish stream. The shot struck the power outlet as the yellow electricity that threatened to return was shoved back inside the wiring so hard that the sockets literally exploded.

A scream of 'You'll pay for this!' followed until the leftover sparks crackled into nothing. "You saved my life… Why? Why help your enemy?!" Keicho questioned whilst staring at the orange bandicoot. Crash mere made a bunch of hand signals before smiling with a thumbs up. It was sign language.

"He said 'No family should mourn for a death that could be avoided.' Sure you tried to kill me, shot Koichi, created an army of Stand Users and tried to shoot your brother's face but you were only being a big jackass so your family didn't have to suffer. Your lives are already messed up as it is, you don't need it to become even worse."

The older teen who didn't expect the response widened his eyes before he subtly began to chuckle. "You all are insane." The sentence only made a stupid grin pop on the father and daughter duo's face. Everyone's attention was soon back on the blown power outlet.

"I fear that this situation has escalated into unimaginable levels. Creating a cure to the Nijimura matriarch shouldn't be difficult for me to find. However, that Bow and Arrow needs to be recovered as soon as possible. I could only fear what kind of horrors it could create in the hands of that fiend." Aku-Aku's warning wasn't lost on anyone.

Things were only to get more dangerous from now on.

I hope this was much better than my original script! There will be changes to some of Part 4's plot mainly that some deaths will be averted like Ryohei's and Keicho's. I honestly felt it was a dick to kill Keicho instead of using the chance to give him some character.

Taki-Taki's Beast Out ability has made an appearance. This lets her transform into any non-human creature whether it is a familiar or by consuming particular materials with a special potion. Kinda like N Brio's potions but more refined. Her magic is mostly restricted along with speech for particular Titans but she gets access to two powerful spells that can be set on a specific form. Her Snipe form having Mind Read and Advanced Healing Magic.

Crash deflecting an electric Stand like Red Hot Chili Pepper isn't so farfetched if you take the Cortex battle in the first Crash game. He's also more of a forgiving person when you take into consideration his interactions with Cortex in both Twinsanity but also some flashback tapes I heard about in Crash 4.

And Jotaro having trust issues is normal considering how many bad encounters he had with Stand Users especially in Part 3.

Until next time folks! Enjoy this Crash Bandicoot 4 Rap by JT Machinima.

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[the-faeryqueen]

@luna-tormenta Reading

𝔏𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔞 + 𝔄𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔶'𝔰 𝔉𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔶 𝔇𝔬𝔬𝔯

What fairy door represents your love connection with Anthony?

Your fairy door for this connection had a vibrant wooden green door with a beautiful branch archway that was the frame of the door. The archway had two strong branches intertwined with one another, reminiscent of a strong and healthy oak tree. Flowers that look most like pink hibiscuses decorated the door and archway. The door felt very earthy yet vibrant!

Here is the closest visual representation I could find:

Symbols Seen:

• Hibiscuses 🌺

• Bumble Bee 🐝

• Green Hills 🌄

• Branch Archway Intertwined above door 🌲

• Ocean Wave 🌊

• Mountains 🏔️

Now for the fun part. Interpretation!

Hibiscuses

One of the first things I saw were these beautiful pink flowers! In truth, I'm not sure what exact flower breed this was, but it looked closest to Hibiscuses. These can be considered a very feminine flower, as it is usually given or worn by women. In Victorian times, giving a hibiscus meant that the giver was acknowledging the receiver’s beauty. I have pulled this flower a few times for my flower readings as well!

To me this speaks of your relationship being colorful and lively! Also soft and nurturing. Hibiscuses have short lives but they also always grow back! Which to me represents that your connection is resilient despite any setbacks. Pink is like the sweet side to the color red for me, so I feel like your relationship is very loving, affectionate, and harmonious. Pink can also be a color of friendship so I feel like you two are the type of lovers who either started out as friends, or have a loving relationship that has a strong "best friend" type bond to it.

Next, the bumble bee!

Now perhaps this is cause you sent me the bee emoji to represent yourself, but I'm going with my intuition anyways!

Not only did I see a bee, but a bumble bee! This bumble bee was pollinating flowers near your fairy door. The bee can symbolize community, brightness and personal power.

I feel as though your connection is very hard working and you both work to brighten up one another's lives, as well as seek to help build your community, friends, and family around you.

The pollination to me symbolizes all the sweetness you two bring not only to one another, but those you care about. Bumble bees are also one of the most friendly bees you could run into, so I feel as though you two are both very compassionate and likely work well together, or inspire creativity and optimism in others.

Green Hills

The hills I saw reminded me of the lush green ones I saw when I visited Ireland. There were many of them in varying shades of bright green that overlapped one another. Despite the amount of hills, it did not feel overwhelming, but instead rather peaceful.

They were vibrant and remind me of growth and happiness!

I feel your connection brings a lot of joy to you both and you feel like you can build a cozy home with one another wherever you go. This connection makes you excited for each new day, and makes your difficulties that may have earlier seemed like intimidating mountains, more like soft hills that you can conquer one at a time! With green being a big theme in your door, I also feel like you both bring a lot of healing to one another, as well as those around you. One or both of you may be healers or empaths as well.

Branch Archway

This was perhaps the most mesmerizing part of your door for me. The picture above does not do it justice, but it was the closest I could find to visual representation. I watched two branches grow and intertwine with one another to make the arched doorway. It was not made of many twigs, or with vines that get in the way, but instead two sturdy looking branches that appeared to be oak. The two branches were a medium to dark brown and entangled softly like a puzzle piece. It did not grow together in a destructive way (as sometimes mother nature seems to do) but instead in a curved supportive way for the whole fairy door itself.

Arches have both cultural and religious significance and can represent protection, divine presence, and the home. To me, these branches felt like a symbol of union of you and your partner, and how together you both uphold your fairy door or love. It is sturdy, strong, healthy and loving. Archways (in nature particularly) have also always felt magical or otherworldly to me, which are elements I feel this connection has.

Ocean Wave

Next I saw an ocean wave! It was a deep blue ocean that appeared to be under the sun. The wave was inviting and calming at the same time. The wave was not too big and overwhelming, nor small and uneventful. One or both of you may have a strong connection to the ocean. To me oceans are very purifying and powerful, and so is this connection. I feel as though you two cleanse any fears and fight for what you believe in. Your love can be vast and deep and sometimes even loud, but it can also be soft and calming. It is complex and beautiful at the same time.

Mountains

Last but not least, the mountains! The mountains I saw were in the distance. Almost purple-like and a little hazy. They were not covered in snow, and were also not harsh or rocky looking. They were soft, almost like the backdrop of a Bob Ross painting haha.

The purple to me represents a spiritual connection that you both share. You both may understand each other well and intuitively know how the other is feeling or intuitively know how you can help them reach their goals, wants, or needs.

The mountains also symbolize that there is more yet to come in this connection (in a good way). It reminds me of when you look out ahead of you on a old road or a hike and discover there is more to explore and see. This partner will not only help you conquer your mountains, but also explore them with you.

I hope this brought some fun and creative insight for you and your loved one! I can't wait to do the second door you also requested 🥰

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Sending lots of love and light your way! 🧚‍♀️💖

-Áine

𝓽𝓱𝓮-𝓯𝓪𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷

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[jannasophia]

i am SO sorry that i'm asking you so many questions! i've seen a lot of methods for coloring over black and white, but i was wondering what method you use? i'm a bit colorblind so i do my work initially in b/w and color it in when i'm done, because it's easier for me to work with the values that way. I'm still experimenting with methods of adding color.

Hey anon, no worries! Seriously, I like answering these kind of questions, so pls throw them at me any time.

Personally I start out in color, simply because some hues are value-bound. That means you either have to be clear about the colors you want to lay on top of your b/w painting before you start painting, or match the colors to your b/w painting - so you might not get the result you had in mind. (Or you can play around with layer modes for hours until you get there somewhat.)

Reds are especially finicky when it comes to it and not everything that looks good in b/w will read well in color.Case in point:

The set designers of the Addams Family had the opposite problem - the house was supposed to look dark and morbid but they also had to make the set read and not have it drown in shadows. If you were to put the b/w image into photoshop and tried to color it with reds and dark browns you would probably not get far, because again -

Colors are Value-Bound

Here’s a chroma value chart by James Gurney that shows what chroma corresponds to which value:

As you can see, bright oranges/yellows/greens are on top of the scale and blues and purples on the bottom.

That’s the thing most people don’t realise when they lay colors over a b/w image. It’s fine when you’re exploring and are not stressed about which color goes where, but once you have an established character for example, or just want that piece of cloth to be that shade of red, you might get into trouble if you didn’t keep the value/chroma relation in mind.

Layer Mode - Color: The chroma reacts to the underlying value.

Layer Mode - Overlay: The chroma and value react to the underlying value - which means you might get value shifts in your overall composition which can unbalance the whole thing 👌

If you already know which one of the eight shades of red you want/need, you have to make sure to pick the right value for the right layer mode before you do anything. It’s all very technical and requires a lot of planning and foresight so I usually don’t directly color over my b/w sketches/paintings.

I do often start out with a value sketch so I know if the composition reads well, then put it into a different file and paint the actual painting from scratch in color. (Here’s a step-by-step thingy.)Generally, I begin very desaturated and build up the colors as I go along. (Here’s a how-I-pick-my-colors.)

SO, I can’t really give you any secret tips on how to effectively use layer modes because I too, am an idiot when it comes to that haha

If you’re struggling with color, read James Gurney’s ‘Color and Light’ (I know I already said it a thousand time BUT I WILL SAY IT A THOUSAND MORE) and study artists that use a very limited palette (18th-19th century is always good). You don’t have to jump straight into landscape painting and shit, that can be super overwhelming if you’re already having a hard time. 

In most cases, starting out in b/w will give you a bit of a ‘washed-out’ look no matter what you do, but if that’s what you like then roll with it! (len-yan f e does wonderful stuff ♥ )

Basically it’s just another method that will give a specific look to your painting, and if that’s what you want then yay. But I honestly wouldn’t use it as a crutch. If colors are your worst enemy, try to understand them first!

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. ♥ 

#art help #bw to color #value #chroma #color theory #? #is this color theory? #idk #anon #asks #long post

[ravenempress101]

~Fellowship with the Lodge~Hiram Hurt Au *Requested* Angst and Fluff

Thank you for requesting Darling thank you for letting me write this for you.this one is angst but fluff lord same i had to make this one i was getting desperate but i hope you love it

Definitely request some more!

Hiram lodge walks in with his unbutton white silk puffy shirt. Y/n looks up from her crossword puzzle and scans Hiram holding  up 2 brown bags at yourself. He smiles at her, placing them on the glass table in front of the black couch you're sitting on. Y/n placed her crossword on the table and attacks the brown bags opening them and claps her hands together grinning at the white boxes with a japanese symbol on them

“Yay Chinese thank you mr.lodge”

Y/n cheering as she seized one of the boxes out of the bag. unfastening it to appear Kung pao chicken. As she grabbed the chop sticks. She sets them up in her hands and begins to capture one of the pieces of food and apprends it in her mouth.

“Princesa you're always welcome and it’s hiram” hiram grabbing a box of rice and chopsticks and strutting toward his big office desk. Y/n and him were having company between each other just talking about everything and anything while he does work for the jail. Lucky you haven’t gone there yet since you have arrived at riverdale among some charges that were placed on you.

“Yes mr.lo…. I mean hiram sorry i know i get ahead of myself sometimes” y/n smiles capturing a piece of chicken and stuffing her face.y/n glanced at hiram and down back at her food smirking.hiram glimpse back and a laugh escapes his lips. He loved that you could express yourself to a man that hid his darkest secrets. A man that was always feared but y/n took the fire and never got burned.

“Well I’m glad you are here keeping me company”

Hiram took his daze off y/n and looked right back toward the computer screen reading as he was captured with his paperwork scanning over the words he grabbed his bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass with a single ice cube and started pouring the raven liquid in the glass. When he was done emerging it in his glass. The air filled with brown liquid spilling on the floor followed by shards of glass.  Then the painting on the wall of a “woman dressed in black” the woman was now wearing a gaping hole in her dress.

“Oh my god what was that”

Y/n threw her food on the ground as a silver bullet went gliding into the pillow of the couch and feathers fell in the air and on the floor. Y/n let out a high pitched scream and dived on the floor to escape the round of bullets that were making their way in the room that y/n and Hiram were in.

He loosen his shoulders and stood up from his desk being unphased at the bullets. He fixed his tie and then he commanded yourself

“stay here and don’t get up”

Y/n nodded at him and stayed on the floor as she lodge. Y/n started hearing pounds of footsteps on the marble floor. Then y/n was streaming from her spot. The person had her by her foot. Y/n tears welled up in her orbs attempt to place her fingers on the floor trying to stop the sliding, But the person has gotten yourself by your foot to meet with him by placing his hands around your throat and slightly grasping your neck. Restricting the airway to breathe.

“Hello love where did the so called daddy go”

When y/n comes into contact with the person that had a hold on her, y/n eyes soften and her mouth falls open in shock. Staring at the chocolate orbs furrowed eyebrows. Jaw clenched revealing a vein. His hair all messy and wet form the sweat flaring up on his forehead. y/n knew she was in for it when they both were going home.

Your soon to be crazy ex demanded y/n was choking as he raised yourself higher in the air. y/n feeling his ring index finger pinch her throat. Y/n squirm in his grasp grabbing at his muscular arm. Y/n thought this was the end until sweet pea let go and yourself collided on the floor. Y/n captured her neck and her breathing was gaining life back. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. Y/n spilt out tiny coughs and view at the greaser.y/n said in between coughs blinking back tears that were forming.

“Sweet pea, baby don't do this your gonna get me fired”

“Well that would be wonderful so he won't look at you anymore”

Sweet pea smirked at yourself and squinted evilly at yourself. Y/n laying hopeless on the ground. Y/n threw her body on her stomach. Trying to claw back at him to trip him. Her body is becoming weak with every move she makes. Sweet pea strutted petite inches away from yourself when you were close.  Smirking at the agony he placed on yourself. Your hand was red and it was getting puffy as y/n kept digging her painted nails in the marble floor constructing your way to him.

“Awee hun come here to me cmon”

Sweet pea taunting towards yourself as he took his pistol out of his pocket and cocked his gun while aiming right at your puffy bloody hand. Y/n viewed him, tears welling up in your eyes at the person she loved so much, going insane for his love that he always enforced then y/n began to scream.

“Help hiram help”

As sweet pea pulled the trigger of  the gun. The bullet flew toward the marble floor and bounced off onto one of the lights as the bulb broke in front of yourself. Piercing the rough skin of your palms. Whining in agony Hiram ran toward yourself and saw sweet pea holding the gun at her about to take another shot but then Hiram tackled the man. They both collided with the floor. sweet pea dropped the gun, turning himself and Hiram. Sweet pea was on top of hiram. He towered over him Throwing a left hook colliding with his jaw. Hiram’s face flared up with blue and purple marks as his head went toward the other side. Hearing Hiram winces broke your heart. Sweet pea toss the punches broke your soul.

“Please stop please you’re going to kill him”

Hiram heard your screams and threw a right blow at his side. Sweet pea’s body flew to the other side and onto the floor rolling off of hiram as Sweet pea's frame goes limp laying on the floor knocked cold. Then Hiram slowly stood up from the ground. Coming towards yourself making sure you were safe. He seized your arm lifting you from off the floor. Y/n stood up but when she was about to lean into Hiram,

“No hiram he’s about to”

Y/n saw the dark figure hold his hands up with a figurine and strike Hiram over the head with it and He collided with the floor holding his head that was dripping with blood. Then sweet pea repeatedly started kicking Hiram. He kicked his diaphragm.his breathing hitching with every impact. The kicks have gotten harder and quicker.

“See y/n this is what you brought upon yourself”

Next y/n stagger over to the side table.becoming silent, sneaking over towards her object she needed to obtain.The erupted sound of punches being thrown in the air. y/n reaches in the drawer and pulls out a pocket knife. When y/n limps quietly behind a angry sweet pea.

“This is gonna hurt me more than it's going to hurt you”

She raises her arms above her head and  lunges the pocket knife into his back. The greaser winces and stops kicking Hiram. Sweet pea falls to the floor and stiffens under the impact. Red droplets begans spilling out his mouth.He lays there, a pool of blood starts forming.

Y/n reaches for hiram. Pulling him up and throwing his arm over y/ns neck as they both stagger to the grey chair in front of the red and orange amber burning over the fireplace.

“Lord he put up a fight” Hiram wincing while holding his bruised rib cage. He laid in the chair. His heavy inhale and exhale trying to ease the pain. Y/n scanned over Hiram and held her hands to his blue and red face.y/n whispering to hiram

“Hiram omg your all bruised up”

Y/n running her hands over him. Y/n feeling all the cuts and bruises that were forming. Why did her crazy ex have to ruin such a goodnight for both of them. He was just focusing on business and y/n was just there taking care of his house and what needed to be taken care of. Y/n couldn’t deal with seeing Hiram mutilated so badly. It broke her heart scanning his handsome face covered all in wombs.

“Get me the inseptic”

Hiram said while tilting his head toward the direction toward the first aid kit. Y/n got it and came back over to him and opened the med kit and then she brought out the alcohol bottle with a white towel.y/n poured the clear liquid on the towel. Then placed it on Hiram’s bloody lip. He watched your every movement like a hawk.

“Hiram im so sorry i know i’m fired i cant believe… i just can’t”

Hiram cut in your babbling and boomed toward yourself and grabbed your soft hands running velvety circles on the palms calming your ranting.

“Is that why you come in with bruises hun, you could’ve told me what he has done”

Y/n started back patting the bloody bottom lip. Cleaning the remaining blood that was left. Hiram stared at your concerning face.while tears streamed down her cheeks y/n said without remorse

“I was scared and alone to talk to anyone hiram he just started doing this’

‘When i just hired you?’

Hiram asking yourself with a side eye.

Y/n started to break down while whipping her stained filled cheeks while scanning at all the damage sweet pea as done to his demeanor. y/n was so hurt from all this seeing hiram struggle for his inhales was her biggest fear.

“Yes, I can’t believe he did this he’s insane’

y/n guiding the rag over his puffy cheek. Dabbing gently at the blood that covered the rag. Y/n was moving toward his sharp jawline. Y/n couldn’t help but admire how he was authorizing yourself to clean himself up.hiram began to say

“He isn't insane anymore’  scanning at a lifeless shell in his studies. He was gonna have to bury him sooner or later with the help of yourself.  Y/n began to trail down his neck getting hypnotised in his caramel skin. Y/n swab and added medicine on his neck while placing a small bandage on the bruise and then y/n started unbuttoning half of his shirt and seeing his exposed rib cage and his caramel chiseled chest.

“You know you can tell me everything and anything, i'm here to protect you princesa”

Hiram knocking you back to reality. Her face forming a grin fragile at the statement of reassurance.y/n nodded as she started applying gauze to his rib cage. Tapping the womb making sure the gauze covers the mess that was made on him. Then y/n starred right back up at hiram

“Thank you for that I promise I’ll repay you”

y/n said while standing up and placing the med kit back where it was. Hiram found his strength as the powerful man he is patted his lap for an invite for her to sit upon. Y’n took the offer and sat on his lap. Hiram sneaked your arms around yourself. Engulfing yourself in a hug and began to whisper

“Hey you are by cleaning these wombs and being here with me”

Hiram whispered toward yourself. As y/n felt the warmth of the fire that burn and hiram's muscular popping vein arms hug your frame he placed a small peck on the back of shoulder feeling his bruised kiss lingered as y/n laid her head on his board shoulder staring at the open flames that appear Y/n felt a wave of safety and reassurance take a hold on your insanity by a man that was no longer feared .

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