#BURNT COLOR PALETTES ARE HIS THING!!!

[sandsofdteam-moved]

well sapnap was getting glitched out for a bit so maybe I will be a little evil a little silly if u will but a little rant under the read more abt the zach thing

I mean right off the bat I feel a resounding disappointment. I haven't really watched the try guys in a while and I do still feel bad for them—Ned was irresponsible and his actions left the rest of the Guys and his family scrambling to save their company, their reputations, and just their lives as they knew it, and they faced tons of heat online for 'covering it up' before they released their explanation video last weekend. We especially have seen how horrible internet users can be to people they think are condemnable, and I'm certain they were on the receiving end of that hate.

That being said, you'd think that Zach would know a lot better than to turn around and do that same thing to someone else. I don't know if he ever saw the full extent of the bullying he faced on the internet after the reveal, but idk I'd think regardless saying that someone should be bullied more for their looks shouldn't even be a tweet that should've crossed his mind???

Idk on one hand I get it, there's rife misinformation about Dream being a catch-all for every single horrible thing someone can be, but even then you don't ADVOCATE for bullying based on their looks?? Like at the very least you aim for their actual idiocy and call out the apparent hypocrisy (even if it's untrue). Then to double down and say that encouraging bullying someone's looks is a "hot take" was just fanning the fucking flames. Like come on, there's a brain up there, I saw it during the video that they posted that explained their situation and their stances in the best possible way. He's being an idiot and definitely deserves people calling out his hypocrisy and for how easily he stooped to the lowest level without even looking into possible misinformation, especially given the last couple of weeks he's had too. Hope he learns from this, but he's not really worth the energy and it's way better to ignore him than fight with try guys defenders given that he's in a much more sympathetic position with the greater internet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also don't love the "oh I knew it"s and the turning around and bullying him back because it's only fodder for people to fight back—it's not worth it and it's way better for people to see that he's an asshole instead of people seeing us on the same wavelength. just my personal MO though I get it's not for everyone and it's not my place to tell anyone what to do lmfao

#discourse #tbd maybe #this took forever bc karl kept losing fucking money it was hilarious I kept looking away #anyways. sapnap looks cute as fuck in that brown sweater #BURNT COLOR PALETTES ARE HIS THING!!! #like this sweater the maroonish dt merch drop sweater the brown christmas stream sweater like he looks good in them #also wyh are we advocating for um gambling websites I don't love this

[epickiya722]

Seeing these shots...

I thought about how Sukuna and Yuji are like fire and ice sometimes.

Sukuna was surrounded by fire. Yuji was surrounded by ice. Jogo, Sukuna's opponent, was a fire curse. Mahito, Yuji's opponent, isn't an icy powered curse. But he is a cold hearted one (while also having an icy colored palette). That's just those scenes.

I'm taking a step further.

Sukuna tends to be fired up whenever he is fighting someone compared to Yuji who brings a more no nonsense attitude. Sukuna is more expressive in his fights. Yuji, on the other hand, is more collected and focused. Sukuna enjoys a fight. Yuji doesn't. (See this post!)

Then I think about their first face to face encounter.

Yuji was indeed the "hothead". He was angry, almost erratic while charging at Sukuna who barely showed any emotion but boredom in a "cool" matter.

Then comes 248, it kinda switches up. Yuji is now the cool one, while Sukuna is heated up from his irritation of Yuji.

Even their personalities. You can describe them like fire and ice, but in different ways. I'm gonna try.

Yuji is like sunshine. He's warm and inviting. People tend to take to him everywhere he goes. (He even wears a yellow hoodie his first appearance.)

Sukuna is like an ongoing fire that never seems to stop until everything is burnt to a crisp. (Think about when Gojo first explains Sukuna to Yuji on the way to see Yaga. Fire is depicted.)

Yuji is like a snowflake. He's unique in his own way even if he doesn't see it. He's not like anyone. He was different than others in his hometown and even in the Jujutsu world, he's still not like anyone. Both normal and not normal people react to the things Yuji does in amazement.

Sukuna is like a blizzard. He's destructive and cold and doesn't care as to who gets caught in his storm. No one is safe from whatever attack he throws out.

To Yuji, Sukuna is unrelenting flames that try to melt his unbreakable ice.

To Sukuna, Yuji is that ever-growing fire that warms a path through Sukuna's icy storm.

Where one is ice, the other one is fire.

#there was no point to this post i just wanted to get that thought out #just kiya's thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #itadori yuji #yuji itadori #itadori yuuji #yuuji itadori #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryoumen

[zeroone-eleven]

Gifts & Thoughts (M6); The Arcana

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Summary: The Main 6 and the gifts they send the Main Character. [Upright Endings]

Requested? ❌

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

"Is it obvious that all of this is right?"

-Elijah Woods, 24/7 365.

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Nadia Satrinava:

Elegance, is the word for the gifts she spoils you with.

Everything she gifts you always has a connection to a certain time you have spent together.

A memorable date? A memorable day? A memorable moment? It doesn't matter;

Even the jewels that always color coordinate with your outfit palette has some sort of underlying memory connected to them.

Prepare to get showered with the finest, most intricately detailed accessories that Nadia associates with your shared memories.

Small mechanical inventions for your familiar. Like the little toys she made for Chandra.

Just as much as she pampers you, Nadia spares no expense in both monetary value and thought value to the things she creates for your familiar.

Your familiar is never going to feel bored within the Palace grounds, what with both Chandra and Nadia's little inventions to keep them company when you aren't there.

Light silk clothes in your preferred color palette, while the Vesuvian weather makes velvet and other similar fabrics impractical-

Nadia is well versed with the versatility of silk with the heat.

The silks she gifts you are to be imported from Praka, she will settle for gifting you no other silks but the finest kind in all the world.

The embroidery on these clothing items are always customized:

A pattern of a colorful forest: When you hunted down Lucio's ghost together.

A pattern of a wheat field: For that time you screamed your grievances to the heavens.

A pattern of waves, a small island with a singular angled tree: For the time you swam with her in the High Priestess' domain.

Asra Alnazar:

Scrapbooks is the vibe that comes to mind whenever the gift is from Asra.

For his presents are a mix of both learning, and simple sentimentalities.

There are still times where he goes on his own adventures and whenever he does, he never fails to bring back a tricket (Or five) which had reminded him of you in some way.

A leatherbound journal, with a burnt in pattern. For note taking when you're working on spell adjustments.

A small gemstone imbued with a protection spell, or a spell for luck, or healing- That has been fashioned into a necklace.

Herbs that he dries himself.

Self-made tea blends that he has subjected himself to tasting before handing you the perfected blends.

Matching knitted sweaters for you and your familiar, imbued with temperature regulation spells.

Spell tomes he bought, read, and then annotated with possible helpful tips, or everyday commentary to make your learning easier and more fun.

Julian Devorak:

Tomfoolery. That's it. That's his type of gifts.

A pun book, that he had somehow managed to talk Malak into gently dropping on you.

A sealed bottle with a preserved leach inside, reminiscent of the time you both thought to bathe in a suspiciously muddled pond.

He buys small journals, and writes down his adventure stories within them before handing them over to you.

Sometimes he'd send you a "Doctor's Prescription" that contain sweet gestures such as ten hugs a day, four kisses per hour, a "Nap" with him that lasts at least 12 hours-

Julian is an actor, a performer, an artist, a man of the arts. He always comes up with a new way to make a gift unique from the rest despite them being almost the same in form.

You now have a slowly growing folder of all the Doctor's Prescriptions you have been prescribed.

Thankfully, you only have a single bottle of leech and there is no indication that there will ever be another one.

Muriel the Outsider:

Handmade. Everything he gifts you is made with love, adoration, and quiet devotion driving his hands.

Sculptures both realistic and abstract, with the wood carefully polished to bring out the unique patterns.

Spice blends foraged and dried by himself from when he goes foraging in the forest every month.

Very seldomly, he gifts you flowers that he dried himself. Whenever he finds some that he likes the colors of.

He doesn't gift you dried flowers often, he appreciates nature and it's bounty but finds it hard to see any flowers as beautiful enough to be given to you.

Home cooked meals that Muriel tries his best to perfectly season and cook to your preferences.

Whenever trading caravans pass by Vesuvia, Muriel heads into the city and does his best to peruse each and every cart. Looking for something that might "Speak" to him as something that suffices as a gift for you in his eyes.

If there is no specific thing that meets his standard, then he'll look for materials in the carts instead so that he can make you something.

Portia Devorak:

Literature; Portia learned to read and write quite late in life, those two skills have become an integral part of who she is and what she sees as art and worthy of praise.

She writes you verses, poems, short stories- and she scatters them in the nooks and crannies of your shared home for you to find unexpectedly.

The paper is always subconsciously imbued with her magic. Whenever you touch the paper, you end up getting a glimpse into what she was feeling for you when she wrote the piece.

She gifts you books of stories she always comes back to, and books about the history, customs, and culture of the places you and her are sent as Emissaries to.

She makes sure to read through these books herself first, inserting slips of paper with her own viewpoints on a particular scene, or poems inspired by the scene (and the fact that she imagined both of you in it).

She also makes sure to always get you a box of the most delicious looking and smelling treat in the bakeries you visit on your Emmisary trips.

Lucio / Montag Morgasson:

The World. (No, Lucio does not get you the world turtle- As cute as they may be.)

He is no longer the Count, he has renounced that stature in favor of being a mercenary once more.

On your excursions, Lucio takes the time to sit down and take in the sights with you. Talking about everything and little nothings all at once.

Sometimes he sneaks in a purchase when you're both in the marketplace stocking up on supplies, stuffing it into his pack when your back is turned.

He never knows where or when he's going to give it to you on your adventures, but he knows that he'll know when the time is right.

Lucio picks flowers from the paths you're walking to place it either in your hair, or he pins it to your shirt.

If you get sad when it inevitably wilts away, Lucio reassures you that it's nothing to be sad about because the memory of your happiness from receiving the flower will metaphorically be keeping it alive.

If you find a way to preserve it with magic, he'll buy a sturdy box (He also asks you to enchant it with a few spells for extra safety) in which to keep all the flowers taken from your journey.

Once the box is full, it finds a place on the mantle of your shared home.

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#Nadia Satrinava x MC #Nadia Satrinava x Reader #Asra Alnazar x MC #Asra Alnazar x Reader #Julian Devorak x MC #Julian Devorak x Reader #Muriel x MC #Muriel x Reader #Portia Devorak x MC #Portia Devorak x Reader #Lucio Morgasson x MC #Lucio Morgasson x Reader #Nadia Satrinava #Asra Alnazar #Julian Devorak #Muriel #Portia Devorak #Lucio Morgasson #the arcana #The Arcana Game #The Arcana MC #the arcana apprentice

[remus2prompts]

burnt my hand and had to fix my display so only one little thing for you pookies

in my interpretation of watcher lore, when grian came to Hermitcraft, he still had the stereotypical wings of a watcher, which was a cool-colored white. It changes to the color palette of a scarlet macaw soon enough though, as he grounds himself back to the level of "Players", thus losing most religious, and otherwise holy motifs tied to his previous life

#hermitcraft fanart #grian fanart #grian #hermitcraft grian #watcher grian #avian grian #artwork

[lephamquynhnhu]

Panacea

Chapter 2: Storm before the Blushing Morn

Dan Feng x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: The reader has a default name, OOC, mentioned of blood. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: ~2k

Summary: He met you on a drizzling day when hydrangea fully bloomed on its field. Amidst the sea of mild pastel petals, Dan Feng never thought the flowery domain that intertwined your fate was the precise thing withered with you. They said he was a dragon, a hero, a sinner, but never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world. However, it was a demi-truth. He committed the cardinal sin because of you.

Note: Do you like...pain?

He revisited on a sprinkle day, his signature ambergris aroma mixed with the freshness of humid forest note. You did not know why, but the High Elder seemed to be into rainy days because every time he came, water definitely showered outside. It has been weeks since you met him for the first time, and thanks to the frequency of his visits, you learn that the nonchalant Imbibitor Lunae gradually displays the other side. Although Dan Feng never clearly shows his emotion, you can tell his mood through the draconic tail. When he feels happy, his tail swings side to side and stands still as its owner is interested in or concentrates on whatever your information. In addition to your surprise, he sometimes even punchlines on your venting stories.  

Under the Mulan's foliage, you slowly gaze at the kaleidoscope sky after rain. A mid-summer breeze that carries the scent of white flowers softly blows through, driving the ripples to gleam on the water's surface. 

Immersing in your haze, you forget what was going to do until the Long Scion gives out his curiousness about the bush of Datura Metel in a corner garden. 

"I have studied an organic pesticide which extracts from their active agents." - The elegant smell of lotus still glistens in the morning dew perfumes in your lungs when nudging into them. Suddenly, you shove the flower cart into his arms and tell him to wait for you at a nearby wooden bench. Dan Feng thinks eternal Spring never leaves this sunlit Shangri-La as he wipes the Mulan's petals out of the seat because the flora seems to blossom in four seasons. 

While idly watching Koi fish under silky leafages, the High Elder does not notice you snicker behind. A forgotten raindrop stagnates on the lotus leaf trail like a lost pearl, arousing the quiet pond like his emerald orbs rising in astonishment. Amid the multi-colored palette, Dan Feng finds your smile is the most gorgeous flower when you abruptly pop up with a posy of Emperical Peony. The beam you flashed him still lingering in his mind as Dan Feng reluctantly takes the gift. Your hands lightly brush together via the exchange, reminding him of the existence of those black gloves since he has not seen you take them off once. Nevertheless, he lets it pass and dances his slender finger around the ombre corolla instead.  

"Thank you, Yi Ting." - Imbibitor Lunae softly mutters under his breath, and as the lost ray shines through frost winter, a faint smile stretches on his usually glacial face. 

On that day in the summer season, Dan Feng realizes that he does not return to your place because of its spectacular. He wants to revisit the Shangri-La because he likes spending time with you.

On an Autumn afternoon painted in a burnt orange hue and wafting with a ripe persimmon scent, you are leisurely proceeding to the Dan Feng's residence while absentmindedly grazing a bunch of white chrysanthemums in hand. Looking at the High Elder Statue at the Dragonvista Rain Hall, your mind winds up reminiscing about the previous conversation.

"Yes?" - Transfering your focus toward his position, you represented the confusion as if hearing him wrong. The quiet Long Scion might befriend you and be your custom guest, but it was an extraordinary phenomenon since Dan Feng has not asked you to deliver flowers to his estate before. He patiently repeated the order while reading his scroll in one hand, and the other halfway was lifting the teacup with expressionless features. Looking at his relaxing manner, you unknowingly realize this house became Imbibitor Lunae's office. 

When immersing thought in the past, you are suddenly pulled back to the present by a low thud of a light collision with a follow-up painful cry. Tears are bubbling in the Vidyadhara child's doe eyes as she feels the pain. You swiftly support her to stand up and inspect the body while trying to comfort the child, which results in two news in this situation. A good one is a scratch, and the bad is her cry getting louder even though you used up all your tricks. 

"Pain, Pain goes away!" - You singsong to conjure an apple lollipop appearing in hand, and tears stop falling as she eyes your apologetic smile with compensation. When you clean the last drop of trail wet on her chubby cheekbones and apologize with head patting, other Vidyadhara children circle you to admire the little show. A defeated sigh escapes your breath as you look at their twinkle glims and secretly count the remaining candy's quantity. Unfortunately, in addition to your trouble, with an invitation from a brunette-haired boy, the group of children tugs your sleeves to play blind man's buff with their puppy eyes. 

"Alright, but I won't be lenient." - You confidently state when settling the bouquet on a stone bench. And you keep your line.

Once darkness invades the vision, you start to track down the children. By listening to their footsteps and sensing the airflow, you catch all of them except Ma Tian, the boy with sheen eyes who cleverly outclasses your skill. Finally, thanks to your florist's exceptional technique, you discreetly declare the endgame while detecting his fabric detergent in the wind's stream. 

"Catch ya, little brat!" - You happily exclaim your victory when circling your arms around Ma Tian's figure. However, you immediately realize something is wrong as a familiar ambergris cologne lingers on your nose, and you are hugging a lean body. Hurriedly removing the blindfold, you see Dan Feng mimic your shocked expression while Ma Tian lolls out his head behind the Long Scion. 

"How long do you intend to embrace me?" - The High Elder clears his throat with a light reprimand nuance laces in but does not seem annoyed. If there is anything you would admire about Imbibitor Lunae besides his glorious feats, the quick recovery from an embarrassing situation is one of them. As soon as you two detach, Dan Feng grabs the bouquet and leads you out of the Scalegorge Waterscape, leaving the cheerful goodbyes of those children behind. You do not understand why Dan Feng is rushing in his strides until you see a pink tint on his tip ears. 

When the sunset light turns golden on the greenery beneath, which gets everything basked in the look of burnished copper, you two arrive at the military memorial area where illustrious warriors rest in peace. Passing through hundreds of black marble graves glides their name, Dan Feng unravels your holding hands as he crunches down to place the chrysanthemum bouquet in front of a stone-carved Bai Heng. 

You know that name. She was once a High-Cloud quintet member and a gifted pilot who sacrificed in the third Denizen of Abundance. People say Imbibitor Lunae is never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world, but now you can shout out they are all wrong because of the unfathomable somber besieges in his orbs.

"Life is so short when it comes to mortal organisms'' - He mouths in a calm and unwavering tone after a long silence - "No matter what you do, they definitely die." With his back turned to you, it is challenging to figure out its meaning, yet you can degust a longing taste entangled in that clause. Forgotten fragments of sunlight slowly die on your heels while trekking to the way out, and the crescent vaguely takes place in the saturated navy sky. Although the High Elder rarely shared his thoughts with someone else, you hardly agree with this viewpoint.

 "Even if it is short-lived, even if fate sometimes turns tragic, limited longevity creates the beauty of lives and valuableness because we learn to cherish life, and not all farewells are regretful. Sometimes, death is also an extrication, and I believe we will rendezvous on another horizon." 

Dan Feng follows your graze to the glitter crepuscule, causing the mellow ray to cradle his features. - "Someday, you also turn into ashes?" - A sliver of bitterness in the question soon morphed into those cyan irises as you confirmed with your bright smile. When the two of you pass through the gate, Imbibitor Lunae abruptly informs you of his next arrival with special requests that combine with osmanthus cake and jasmine tea. It is the first time he proactively reserves in advance because Dan Feng neither notices his attendance nor does he appear on sunny days.  

"Do I have to wait for the rain to meet you?" - Only one sentence, it has changed your relationship ever since. You guess that might be the way he expresses his feelings. 

In a dream, I see myself in my childhood state with a bouquet of blue hydrangeas. Strolling by the seashore, the shells confound in golden sand rustles underneath my bare feet as I search for someone. End then, an abnormal bloodred butterfly hovers around to lead me toward that person; we have passed zillions of landscapes and territories, from glacial rivers where white snow permanently coats mounts to the vast rug crafted by countless vivid blossoms. From the nameless barren deserts with magnificent starry nights crown aloft to the rich prairie possesses coast breezes. I keep going, going.

"Hydrangeas is the soulmate of rains." A distant voice echoes from those feeble wings in the entire journey. It feels like Amber Periods have flown until we reach a field with full-bloom hydrangeas that unfold our presence. Suddenly, my companion disappears into thin air, and I notice a nostalgic glimpse waving his hand from afar as if he has been waiting for me for an astronomical long time. 

"You got my wish fulfilled... Thank you, my comrade." - The boy says in a gentle demeanor. His blue eyes shine brighter than any stars I have ever known, and he also disappears like the bloodred butterfly. His silhouette dissipates into thousands of flower petals as he flashes a warm smile toward me. 

"Wait, H...H..." - A tsunami of impuissant waves brews into my heart when I try to call his name, but none of the syllables come out, and tears continuously cascade from my eyes while I witness the lost world fading.

You wake up from a soothing noise of hot steam oozing out of your old kettle and forget the dream cleanly. "You had a fever." - A low tone voice diagnoses as soon as Dan Feng senses your consciousness. Slightly lifting the heavy eyelids, you see him situating beside your headboard with a botanical book in hand. The glorious sun is far high hanging in the sky to pour its honeyed light through your window, which informs you to oversleep impliedly. You do not notice tears rolling down until the Long Scion points out in skimming your complexion and uses his thumb to caress the trail wetness. Sensing no engagement in conversation, Dan Feng shifts his hand to cover your eyesight and tenderly leans forward.

You only feel a pillowy touch on your forehead afterward. 

"Please do not leave the bed today, and take the medicine on time because this is a prescription from the High Elder." - He faux-orders when rendering your vision. Astoundedly grazing the lingering sensation, you did not know that Imbibitor Lunae has a bizarre way of assessing the temperature. 

Winter at Shangri-La never experiences snow, yet it takes some seasonal features such as the gloomy weather all day with northeast wind seething through every direction. Inspecting the murky clouded skyward, you tug the scarf closer when your breaths dimly turn into silver smoke. As soon as you attempt to lift the white lily cart, a hot stream of fluid smelling like rusty iron runs down your chin, which the soil absorbs its falling drops. When you bring your hand to clean the water, it takes a moment to process it is blood. Your irises squeeze as you dumbfoundedly stare at the ivory gloves tainted with the crimson hue. Just as you intend to step forward, the surrounding spins around as though Earth and Heaven are twitching position, and you kneel only to cough out blood that permeates the fabric. The pollen sparkles in the ether after the collapse, and the shivering lily's petals in chilly winds are the last things in your blurring vision.

#honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #dan feng x you #hsr dan feng #hsr dan feng x reader #dan feng x reader #dan feng fanfic

[technovillain]

Obsessed with your alt Gisu design, you have so much talent! 💙💙💙💙 I was wondering how you came up with each of the interns alt designs. Also hope you make a comic using that Alt design for Gisu one day!

tysm!!!! i'm glad u like them ehehehe ^_^ i can give u some design notes. it will be a long post sooooo I will put it under the cut. always love an excuse to ramble abt design choices.

Gisu: I do like her dinosaur shirt swag, but i feel like her layering doesn't have a lot of clarity in terms of like. what is going on with the shirts (vest?) and since the dino thing is never relevant to her character, I decided to lean into the electrokinesis theme with the lightning bolt jumper & under-cape pattern. Which is just a headcanon but I always forget it is!! I just like the idea of her being into electrokinesis bc it would make a lot of sense for someone who is paired up with Otto. Changed her bag to be a strap for her board so she doesn't have to carry it around all the time. Asymmetrical bun for some of that PN1 asymmetry flavor. Mismatched shoes bc she seems like the type to think that's cool (also maybe bc i do this and i'm projecting) Missing toof from skating incident + torn jeans. Electrokinesis scars on her hands, bc I like to think that psi-powers can leave physical damage if not used properly.

Morris: tried to balance out his proportions a little bit because sometime i feel like his head is so big you can't even see his body in screencaps. tried to make his head less round and his eyes too, I kind of like the thing that PN1 did where the heads sort of just fade into necks with less of a cutoff so I did that too. Nasty teenager moustache just felt right + some freckles. I changed his nose scar to face the other way bc I thought it was supposed to be nostrils at first. No notes on his levball-lawnchair wheelchair bc it is everything to me.

Lizzie: wanted to up the 80s goth influence on her. Imagine her hair as the super-teased puffy fried Siouxsie hair of the 80s goths. Nerfed her amount of patterns just for the sake of there is no way I am ever going to draw all of her details ever bc I don't have that kind of patience. again the graphic liner to lean into the 80s goth style. Also took away her chin/neck priveleges bc I did that to norma first and wanted them to still look similar. denim vest for more 80s influence.

Adam: (his is the only one i haven't stuck to drawing like this yet bc i like his canon round head) but I made him more square in general bc I feel like he's the most grounded and straight-edged intern. gave him more pattern on his dress (tunic?) and hat bc everybody has more pattern than him. the linked lapel pins and hat dangles are meant to evoke his use of the yo-yo weapon. Unified his color palette more with more green and purple. Strings tied around his fingers, again for more yo-yo imagery but also bc he seems like a workaholic who would be overscheduled and have a lot to remember.

Norma: this girl knits!!! she was the first character i tried to "PN1-ify" and she just felt like she needed a big old backpack. for her overprepared freshman who thinks she knows everything energy. also symbolizes her putting a ton of weight and expectations on her shoulders when she really doesn't have to (which is kind of a core tenet of the little bit of canon personality she has) orange glasses bc my tinted glasses addiction is quite evident. the yellow pompom on her hat matches Lizzie's, giving them a sibling connection, also saying that she knitted her sister's hat :]

Sam: the first thing that I thought when I first saw Sam's canon design was that she looked straight out of 2013 with her ugg boots and that particular shirt pattern, which maybe isn't exclusive to the early 2010s but once i thought that it was burnt into my mind. So I tried to make her look more 80s with the short skirt and buckled boots and off the shoulder sweater. the too-long sleeves give her kitty energy (and i put cat hair on them). Gave her whale earrings bc she seems to really like whales in canon. gave her a cleft palate scar because i drew her with that once, plus I kind of see it when she makes the :3 face. revoked her neck priveleges altogether because if compton and dogen don't have them why should she!!!

#redesign #psychonauts #ask #anonymous #.txt

[jadore-adanna]

what could shuri be doing in haiti? a headcanon list 💜

the story of bpwf concluded with our princess and protagonist shuri settling in haiti with nakia and her nephew toussaint. having burned her funeral robes and choosing to deal with her grief in a healthy manner, i'd like to think shuri's living a quiet and relaxed life with her remaining family, finally finding her peace. after an eventful couple of years, lord knows the girl could use it. this post details some headcanons i've had on what she could be spending her time on there, as we patiently await her next mcu appearance.

• she's definitely toussaint's constant playmate and his all-around favorite person! also tutors and helps him with his school homework

• probably has a part time job teaching science and/or maths at nakia's school

• i just feel like everybody in the town they're in ADORES her but especially the children

• she's definitely cutting down on her time using her tech excessively, with or without nakia's nagging. these days, she spends most of her time hanging out with toussaint anyway

• i like to think shuri's taking up relaxing hobbies that are also useful at the same time, such as sewing and knitting. i say these hobbies in particular because shuri's very clearly a fashion enthusiast and at her core is constantly trying to make improvements to things. needlework is definitely something that i think would be in character for her to take up, as it allows for the improvement and creation aspect she loves with more of the relaxing and less of the technology (which i believe she's spending less and less time on these days)

• aside from her own self made wardrobe, i hc that she creates handmade clothes for her loved ones as well!

• as shuri is truly a creator at heart, she and toussaint probably bond over building things as well, much like she probably used to do with t'challa. some of their projects include a mini playground and a bird bath!

• she has a little safe space nestled in a little tree surrounded corner by the beach with a hammock and comfy pillows decorated with little fairy lights where she can relax and rest, especially in the afternoons

• she, nakia, and toussaint frequently have picnics and hangouts on the beach

• the three of them also grow their own food in the garden and bond over cooking (nakia does most of the cooking, though shuri's learning! shuri mostly makes vegan recipes hehe comic reference)

• she definitely tries to recreate the dishes ramonda used to cook for her for toussaint. she also sings to him and the other children much like ramonda used to. it's her healthy way of remembering and celebrating ramonda's life & legacy

• shuri likes to go to nearby markets!

• she also likes to go fruit picking and randomly snacking on it during the day

• toussaint gifts her and nakia flowers and seashells to wear in their hair! aside from wearing them in her hair, she probably sews the seashells onto her clothes too

• i've noticed shuri's fashion reflecting her current state of mind, such as bright colors when she's her normal cheerful self, and a dull color palette when depressed as seen in wf. i've also realized she shows more skin and chooses flouncy skirts and dresses when happy, while opting for comfortable wear that almost engulfs her when she's down, probably her subconscious seeking more comfort in any form she can get it in (more on her fashion and its meanings in a future post). as she's peaceful, happy, and enjoying domestic bliss with her family, as well as living by the beach, i like to think most of her fashion these days consist of loose maxi dresses/ beach dresses and short matching sets in her signature colors of purple, burnt orange, white, and of course, black

• shuri cutting her hair was symbolic of a grieving period. considering how her character is moving past that, i like to think she's growing it back out and wears it long now. visually it'll look stunning blowing in the beach's wind and i'm also kinda curious to see how she'll style long hair for the bp suit

all in all, i like to think she's enjoying a life full of only peace and happiness, connecting with family and nature, and discovering happiness outside of the life she was used to. i sure hope nothing's coming to ruin it...

#her happiness means everything to me 🥲 #marvel #mcu #comics #marvel comics #princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri #shuri udaku #shuri of wakanda #bp #bpwf #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuriri #shuri x riri #nashuri #namor x shuri #wakanda forever #mcu shuri #comic shuri #shuri stan #nakia #toussaint

[aria-ashryver]

Hii 😍

Sooo I wanted to ask for your MCs / Pairings what is something they like, some favorite colors and such. Anything you feel comfortable with sharing 🥰 I just want to know more about your characters 😍

Hope you have a wonderful day 🩷

Hi hi sunshine!! I hope you are having the most fabulous day!! 🧁🌸🌷💕 sorry it took me forever to answer this lol

Here's a few favs for the Starlight trio 🥰

LUCA

Favourite Colour: It changes a lot — at the moment it is red and orange, but they often like foresty, green, earthy palettes

Favourite Food/Drink: Black and/or iced coffee, energy drinks, Skittles, salty snacks

Favourite Hobbies & Ways To Relax: Dance (esp. Ballet, contemporary, and urban) Drumming Balisong flipping Re-watching movies they’ve seen before, snuggled up with Cas and Gabe Yoga w Gabe Driving places with Cas in his ugly little car lol Collecting little trinkets

(Luca will absolutely steal stuff from his friends lol. With Cas and Gabe (and his best friend Viktor), he’s sneaky, bc he knows they don’t actually care, but with other friends he normally asks permission by holding up the thing he wants and going “I’m stealing this” lol)

GABRIEL

Favourite Colour: Autumnal palettes (like burnt orange, burgundy, deep gold, etc), as well as soft, muted hues

Favourite Food/Drink: Chamomile tea, pistachio ice cream, coconut milkshakes, alfajores, coquito tres leches cake, any of his father’s recipes for home-cooked meals. Gabe isn't vegan but he does often eat a lot of plant-based food!

Favourite Hobbies & Ways To Relax: Cooking (especially for other people) Cleaning (lol, I know, but having a clean and well-organised home is like good self-care for Gabe) His 5 step-skincare routine Reading, especially long fantasy novel series Playing his guitar and singing Yoga w Luca Muay Thai Recently, photography!

CAS

Favourite Colour: Black, red, purple, blue — dark colours with a night aesthetic

Favourite Food/Drink: Galbi-tang, banana-mat uyu, red bean bungeo-ppang with vanilla ice cream, hot sauce! (he puts hot sauce on everything lol)

Favourite Hobbies & Ways To Relax: Taking long, hot showers Hanging out with his Venandi/Flagstone Cove buddies at the fighting ring, sparring, boxing Sketching or painting, spraypainting Driving places with Luca in his totally awesome car Getting little adrenaline hits by doing things like cliff diving

Also - I associate Cas with the Moon, Gabriel with the Sun, and Luca with the Stars ✨✨✨

#ty for the ask lovely! #SICSIG #choices immortal desires #cas harlow #gabe adalhard #luca o'rinn

[headtripped]

MUN INTRO: hey! my name's peyton [th/th, cst, 21+] & i'll be writing for sverre olsen, lee hyeon, selena palacio & dylan hwang here. you can find me on discord @ #seamonkeydefender & please feel free to add me w/o asking as well! discord is my preferred plotting method. all of my characters are on sideblogs aside from sverre, so i will be dming from @portra400s when necessary... hehe

CHARA INTRO: next up, lee hyeon. he's a 25yr old city boy, currently "visiting" yuseong bay (re: staying here indefinitely) to ride out some bad press, as he was an idol up until his group noisily disbanded in late 2023. he's always been interested in cars/had some mechanic experience so he's now the shop hand at park's garage. you can view his stats here & his pinterest here if interested!

answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?: has visited a few times before, but moved to yuseong bay indefinitely in february 2024.

what does an average day look like for your muse?: wake up around 6:30 or 7:00am, skincare/brush teeth, go for a jog around town, go back home to have breakfast, go to work, go home to shower and change clothes, go out for a while (probably for a joyride, but maybe somewhere to socialize), go home to spend the rest of the evening helping out around the house or working on music, go to sleep.

where can your muse usually be found?: during the day, he's usually at park's garage. aside from that, he's known to just cruise around in his car; though it is somewhat common to see him in the recreation center's gym or at 88& bar.

how does your muse feel about hanwha resort?: indifferent. it doesn't affect him in any way, but he's currently living with his best friend's grandparents, and he feels a bit sad for them that their quiet little town is becoming a little less quiet. still, he doesn't care a whole lot as it doesn't seem to have done any real harm to the area, and is more just of a nuisance than anything from what he can see.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?: he's waiting out bad press, so he'll probably be in yuseong bay until (a) his location leaks or (b) he can search his name without the disbandment news & articles about him being sued being the first things to come up. he was young when he started training to be an idol & only 18 when he debuted, soooo he's also just now getting a chance to (kind of) relax for the first time in his life—these are his motivations to stay, but he's a city boy at heart & does want to return to being a public figure when the drama dies down, so he'll have to leave sooner or later.

answer the following, ooc!

list your muse's three favorite songs: cleanin' out my closet by eminem, shark attack by limp bizkit, humble by kendrick lamar (honorable mentions: liberation by skyminhyuk & gottasade by bewhy); a fan of hip-hop & heavy rock.

describe your muse's style: simple, straight-forward. a closet full of basics in a dark color palette, but if pay him any mind, you’ll see that most of what he wears is designer—he’ll define his taste as “quiet elegance,” but it’s mostly just his pretentiousness speaking. occasionally wears accent pieces or graphic tees, but mostly stays minimalistic with layered jewelry as the “point”.

color, word, and emoji to describe your muse?: burnt sienna, "noise", 🔥

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse: really likes reptiles, racing, fashion / really doesn't like scifi, having to share anything, being disagreed with.

three positive and negative traits for your muse: positive decisive, hard-working, supportive / negative dishonest, unloyal, volatile.

three talents and shortcomings for your muse: very musically skilled, esp with producing, great at making decisions when no one else can/wants to (he'll never make you choose where to eat), very handy / poor control on his emotions, often acts without thinking, starts shit he can't finish.

what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to?: mostly mac, some dennis (it's always sunny).

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome: hyeon's a very self-focused person. he's not quite as bad as he was when he was a little younger, but he's still quite aggressive & quick to use people for personal gain, then ditch them when they have nothing left to offer—doesn't necessarily want to be like this, and he's gained some self-awareness in recent times. so, it'd be nice if he can (start to) overcome this and view people as... people... instead of tools to get himself further in life!!! which will hopefully be easier for him in a place like yuseong bay anyway, where life is a little slower and the people are more genuine than what he's used to. aside from this, he has some inner child healing he needs to do and also needs to rediscover his own personality outside of the public image he's curated.

MORE INFO!

hyeon was the main rapper/subvocalist of a boy group called twi5t. debuted in 2017, disbanded in late 2023. they were pretty popular and believed by the public to be not just coworkers, but very good friends—which amplified this positive, ideal perception the public had of them. tl;dr is that they all hated each other. the only real friendship was between hyeon and one other member, who happens to be from yuseong bay and whose family hyeon's currently staying with.

in his stint as an idol, hyeon was originally the least popular member of twi5t. had an attitude scandal not long after debut, so he was under scrutiny already and it didn't help that he had a rough sense of humor and a tendency to use banmal with people he ought to be respecting. over the years, he gained (some) public favor thru the extensive producing he did for the group and other groups within the industry, solo variety show appearances, community service he was forced into, etc etc. but even as people cut him more slack and started to like him, he was perceived as being the most problematic one in the group which was... not true...

but i digress. he was one of the first members to start releasing solo music, which he "bribed" the company into. basically said "hey i'll let u guys have more of the profits than stated in my contract if u let me do this" because he was like... 21 and stupid as hell JBSDHJVSBDF like... he really thought that if he gave them a leg up, it would prevent them from trying to fuck him over. spoiler: it didn't. ultimately his contract was amended and resulted in the profits from everything with his name as an individual on it being split 60% to the company and 40% to him, but he didn't realize this was a permanent thing until a few years down the line when people who'd featured on his songs were making more money off said songs than he was. atp he was one foot out the door, not caring too much about the company or group 'cause fuck those guys for real...

still tried to be on his best behavior and was gonna wait out the contract, but shit started going extremely south with the group in 2023 and hyeon got sued into the ground for slander & breach of contract over a drunk instagram live he did where he was talking about it. aired out not only the group, but the company's business—basically talking about how the members didn't get along, citing a few instances, bitching about management never helping and just sweeping problems under the rug, mentioning how the company trapped him in an unfair contract, etc etc. so yea... his reputation's in the dirt!

anyway... he's 25 now. his brain's finally fully developed. he's learned from his mistakes. he's a better & smarter man than he used to be, but still has a long way to go. picked up a job at park's garage not longer after moving to yuseong bay, as he doesn't like to have too much time to sit around and sulk—helps that he's extremely interested in cars & had some prior mechanic experience from pre-debut and sidework for friends throughout his career.

speaking of cars........ he has two: a 2008 mitsubishi eclipse spyder, which usually sits @ the garage and his flashy daily driver, a 2022 mclaren 765lt. who's he pissing off when he goes joyriding with the top down?

#yshqs:intro

[beauregardlionett]

my self portrait is a mess (you framed it anyway)

AO3 Link

The surface of his countertop provided a stark, lukewarm contrast beneath Shen Yi’s icy fingers.

Distantly, Shen Yi knew the reason his palms were clammy and fingers frozen was because his body had shifted into fight or flight. His sympathetic nervous system was diverting blood from his extremities to his heart. An instinctive attempt at support as it beat a frantic rhythm against the backside of his sternum. It left Shen Yi’s limbs cold and trembling, his breathing erratic, and his head spinning.

It was such a ridiculously detached and clinical thought that Shen Yi huffed a weak laugh as he leaned his weight wearily against the counter. The sharp edge pressed back, biting against the prominence of his hipbones. Shen Yi pushed a little harder, trying to ground himself in reality.

He looked up at the green, faintly glowing numbers of the clock on the microwave as Shen Yi attempted to wrestle his emotions under control.

02:43

Just over three hours until Shen Yi had to leave for work and he had no shot in hell of going back to sleep. Flashes of the nightmare that woke him struck every time he blinked, the back of his eyelids a canvas for terror. His skin itched from underneath, an impossible desire to crawl out of his existence burning at the back of Shen Yi’s throat.

Hands still shaking, Shen Yi pushed roughly away from the counter and spun on his heel toward his art studio. He needed to draw, or paint, or sculpt, or create something with his hands in any available medium—anything. Whatever kept Shen Yi from digging his fingernails into his palms until he broke skin.

Whenever Shen Yi felt big emotions, things he could not possibly process and file away within mere seconds, he drew. Sometimes his coworkers would find him curled in a corner of his office, a sketchpad tucked so close to his chest it was a miracle Shen Yi could draw at all. When he didn’t have a sketchpad, Shen Yi turned to canvas—something sprawling and blank and bordering on not big enough to contain Shen Yi’s multitudes.

With mindless, frantic motions, Shen Yi flipped open a large sketch pad and propped it on an empty easel. He grabbed at his charcoals and came back with a stick he snapped in half and set to the paper.

Shen Yi’s creation began without thought. The lines of a rough, meaningless sketch bloomed on the paper of their own accord. Shen Yi was merely the vessel for their creation, a blank canvas in his own right as his thoughts quieted. There was no room for terror, no space for roots to catch, when everything was funneled out of his thoughts and into haphazard existence.

It had always been like this for Shen Yi. He picked up graffiti as a child because it was freeing—an endless flow of colors and ideas not bound by the borders of a canvas. It was an escape from the crushing weight of burdens too big for a child to bear. Then, Xu Yiduo had come along and given that outlet direction, meaning…purpose.

And then M had swept into his life with all the force of a typhoon and ruined everything. She set the metaphorical fire and Shen Yi followed suit.

No one knew this, but it had taken Shen Yi a couple of years before he held a pencil to paper again without panicking. He only found the courage to continue drawing at all because he realized the very thing that had been used against him could also catch those responsible.

Shen Yi’s fingers fumbled against the paper. He paused his work to breathe, shaky. Glancing up, his neck screamed in protest of the hunched posture Shen Yi had been sporting. It was still dark out, the heavy blanket of pre-dawn hours still firmly settled on the world. His studio space was a scattering of organized chaos, as per usual.

Golden warmth always bathed the studio Shen Yi grew up painting in. Encompassed by a comforting hue of burnt sienna nostalgia bracketed by the warmth of a compatible palette of colors. Staring out at his dimly lit apartment studio now, he physically ached at the contrast. The room was shrouded with muted grey where scarce light spilled through the window from down the alley. Shen Yi knew the day would highlight it with watered down sunlight and lethargic moonbeams on cloudless nights, a constant cycle of monochrome. It ached with emptiness and echoed with hollow loneliness. There was something fundamental missing from the picture, and Shen Yi couldn’t fill it on his own.

The charcoal slipped from between his fingers and smeared a scar across his unfinished sketch.

Fumbling for his phone, hands only slightly steadier now than they had been earlier, Shen Yi pulled up a familiar contact. He pressed his phone against his ear with more force than necessary as he collapsed into a corner and pushed his head into the wall for stability.

“Hello?” Du Cheng’s sleep thick voice grumbled through the speaker.

Shen Yi said nothing, but his tremulous exhale spoke volumes in the stead of actual words.

“Shen Yi?” Du Cheng called through the phone, distinctly more awake now than a few seconds before. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No,” Shen Yi managed, sounding anything except convincing. “I’m sorry to wake you.”

There was a weighted pause over the line before, “why did you call?”

From anyone other than Du Cheng, it would sound irritated. Shen Yi knew him well enough by now to pick up the genuine undercurrent of concern beneath the interrogation.

“I don’t know,” Shen Yi whispered. A bold-faced lie.

“I needed to hear a voice.” Close, but not quite the truth. Shen Yi cleared his throat and pressed a little more into the wall for courage.

Du Cheng was quiet on the other end of the call, giving Shen Yi the space to navigate whatever was happening.

“I needed to hear your voice.”

“Okay,” Du Cheng said, softer and gentler than Shen Yi had ever heard him. “I’m here.”

“I know,” Shen Yi breathed out. “You always are.”

Du Cheng didn’t seem to know how to respond to that as they lapsed into silence. The steady white noise of a call in progress hummed against Shen Yi’s eardrum and he sank into the unwavering quiet. Shen Yi had never been to the mountains before. But he imagined this kind of stillness was what it felt like to be lost among the ancient peaks and aged trees. There was a certain security that came with knowing when silence meant safety.

“Do you want a ride to work?” Du Cheng spoke up, his voice soft with sleep again.

Shen Yi took stock of himself. Pressed into a corner, a messy sketch on an easel, and broken charcoal at his feet, and faintly trembling in the aftermath of nightmare induced tension. He felt mentally anchored but physically unsteady.

Once upon a time, Shen Yi would have packed all this away and let no one know it had ever come to the surface. He would have gotten dressed and rode his bike to work despite the danger and gone on with his day. Shen Yi would have allowed himself to drown in silence beneath the weight of another unresolved night. He would smile pleasantly through the whole unknown ordeal, too.

But now, Du Cheng was tossing him a life preserver. He stood on the sanctuary of a metaphorical ship, a miraculous presence in Shen Yi’s metaphorical storm.

“If you don’t mind,” Shen Yi heard himself whisper.

“Sure,” Du Cheng answered. He grunted softly, the sound accompanied by the distant rustle of movement. Shen Yi glanced at the clock on the wall, startled to find that it was now just past five in the morning.

“I’ll be there in about an hour,” Du Cheng said, words muffled through a yawn. “We’re stopping for coffee on the way and you’re buying.”

Shen Yi sniffed a grin as he stretched out his legs, slowly uncurling. His muscles screamed in protest, but the ache was almost as pleasant as it was uncomfortable.

“Sure,” Shen Yi agreed. He had woken Du Cheng before sunrise, after all. A cup of coffee and maybe something to eat was a small price to pay for his gratitude. Shen Yi could never repay Du Cheng for all that he owed him.

Du Cheng made a noise of acknowledgement as he yawned again. “See you soon.”

Shen Yi was still grinning to himself as they hung up. He took another minute or two to stretch out and regain the feeling in his legs. Pushing to his feet, Shen Yi wandered through his apartment as he got ready for work. Xiao Xuan pushed against his shins and wove through his legs, meowing loudly for breakfast. Shen Yi crouched to pet Xiao Xuan’s back, scratching between his ears.

“I hear you,” Shen Yi murmured with a smile. “I’ll feed you soon, I promise.”

A few minutes later, Shen Yi was putting the cat food can into the fridge when there was a knock at his door. Opening it revealed Du Cheng on the other side, looking tired but put together. Xiao Xuan had abandoned breakfast to stand at Shen Yi’s ankles and meow for attention before Shen Yi could say anything.

“Good morning,” Du Cheng said, looking down at Xiao Xuan.

Shen Yi scooped his cat into his arms and gestured into his apartment. “Let me grab my things and put Xiao Xuan inside. Then we can go.”

Du Cheng nodded, poorly hiding a yawn behind his hand. Shen Yi smothered the stab of guilt in his chest and turned to head into his apartment. He went to his studio to grab his bag and make sure the necessary supplies were inside. His sketchpad still propped up on the easel made Shen Yi pause mid-stride, gaze pulled toward the haphazard charcoal lines. The paper bowed slightly from the angle and the force Shen Yi had applied, appearing to sag under the weight of the drawing. A confusing coalescence of Shen Yi’s features and M’s stared at him, with a heavily lined human skull transposed over the strange portrait.

Shen Yi walked over and flipped the sketchpad resolutely shut before putting it into his desk, choosing not to examine the drawing further.

When he came back to the front door, bag slung over his shoulder, Du Cheng was standing inside the entrance, leaning against the wall and appearing half awake. 

“Du Cheng,” Shen Yi called softly, stepping up to him and ghosting his fingers over Du Cheng’s arm. “Are you alright?”

Du Cheng blinked, turning his focus to Shen Yi and yawning all in one motion. Shen Yi opened his mouth to ask if Du Cheng was okay again, if he was truly okay to drive. He faltered, however, when Du Cheng raised a hand and cupped Shen Yi’s jaw. Du Cheng squinted sleepily down at him as he traced the pad of his thumb over the skin beneath Shen Yi’s eye.

“You look tired,” Du Cheng muttered.

“You’re one to talk,” Shen Yi whispered, voice unsteady from the sudden proximity. The trail of Du Cheng’s finger against his face burned like fire, a pleasant heat beneath the skin, a reminder that tenderness was an option. Without thinking, Shen Yi leaned into Du Cheng’s palm, holding eye contact as he did.

Du Cheng’s eyes flicked from the skin of Shen Yi’s face to meet his gaze. There was a moment of silence that weighed between them the way the air hung heavy before a storm. Shen Yi exhaled, a shaky and strung out noise. Du Cheng blinked and pulled his phone from his pocket, keeping his hand against Shen Yi’s cheek.

“We’re taking today off,” Du Cheng said, thumbing at his phone. Shen Yi blinked at him, stunned.

“Du Cheng, we can’t take off so suddenly.”

“Sure we can,” Du Cheng said, looking at his phone even as he kept contact with Shen Yi’s face. “Call it a sick day.”

Shen Yi reached out and wrapped his fingers around Du Cheng’s wrist, squeezing lightly. Du Cheng paused, glancing back at him.

“Du Cheng, I’m okay,” Shen Yi said, soft and insistent. “Let’s go to work, and we can rest later.”

Du Cheng blinked at him, slowly putting his phone back in his pocket. He reached up and pulled his fingers through Shen Yi’s hair once, settling his fingers at the base of Shen Yi’s neck. Du Cheng’s other hand was still against Shen Yi’s cheek and he almost melted in the warm sanctuary of Du Cheng’s steady hands. He wavered for a moment, about to give in to Du Cheng’s wish to stay home. But they had a team waiting for them, a city relying on them, and a paycheck to earn.

“I’ll drive you home, too,” Du Cheng said, leaving no room for bargaining. “And you owe me dinner for it.”

Shen Yi smirked and nodded, knowing this was Du Cheng’s not-so-subtle way of inviting himself to spend the night.

“Deal.”

As they left Shen Yi’s home and stepped into the warming dawn, Shen Yi breathed in the fresh air and smiled at Du Cheng as they went to the car. His nightmare and shadowed studio felt like a lifetime ago with Du Cheng at his side.

#under the skin #shen yi #du cheng #writing #my writing #猎罪图鉴 #this one is for me and the three other babes in this fandom <3 #sEASON TWOOOOOOOOO AHHHHH #anyway......enjoy babes

[cityandking]

26, 37, 49, 77, 89, + 100 for minah and bran!

thanks tabby!! // 100 warm up questions

26. What would your character say their best trait would be?

MINAH — her flexibility, literal and metaphorical. she's adaptable in more ways than one BRAN — her charm! my darling silver-tongued captain, talking her way in and out of all sorts of trouble

37. What stereotypical role would your character play in a high school AU/if they attended a normal high school? (Nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc.)

MINAH — if you put the wardens in a high school au she'd be a theater kid. probably one of those theater kids who can escape the Theater Kid box (she does band in the off season and like, debate maybe? model UN?) but definitely first and foremost and theater kid BRAN — jock! she's a jock!!! she plays multiple sports (soccer captain bran) and she's on the varsity team(s) and has a letter jacket that she's always lending to sabine. she's one of those kids who refuses to be boxed into any one social group and makes a point to get to know everyone she can

49. What colors are associated with your character?

MINAH — her palette is pretty earthy and warm. golds, reds, burnt orange, brown, umber. white as an accent. also the warden blue & silver look, now. BRAN — blue, tan, brown, silver, gold. y'know, good sandy pirate colors

77. If your character had to multiclass into a class they currently aren’t the next time they level up, what would it be and what reason would they have for doing so?

MINAH — bard 100%. it would align really nicely with her entertainer/actor background, and I think Jack of All Trades, Song of Rest, and Inspiration would all be pretty cool and helpful things that fit with what she's already got going on. (I'd drop three levels into College of Satire for the bonus proficiency/expertise and the Tumbling Fool BA to dash and disengage and halve falling damage.) However! If we assume she can't multiclass into a caster because she's not a mage... Probably fighter. I'd say training with Leo gives her the opportunity to try it on for size. She'd probably go Champion for the 19 crit (double the chance to get sneak attack damage) and either take the Archery fighting style or take Close Quarters Shooter and switch her starting feat. BRAN — rogue is the obvious choice—she's halfway swashbuckler rogue already, and the sneak attack and expertise would be rad (she could be training with middy). alternately, I was seriously considering multiclassing her as a tempest cleric—all that love of the ocean and desire for freedom manifesting itself in literal divine power. sexy. plus I think it's something that would legit unsettle her, which would have been fun to play

89. What is your character’s relationship with magic? Are they scared of it, wish to know more about it, indifferent to it?

MINAH — minah's more chill about magic than your average Thedosian I'd say. she doesn't really understand it, but she's traveled with a couple apostates—it's not unusual for one to hitch a ride with the troupe now and then; for a while they had a fireworks show that was 60% firecrackers and 40% mage—and she's never had an issue with a mage (til now rip). she's also distrustful of Chantry doctrine as a rule, so if they say Magic Is Bad she's like, doubt.jpg. this has, as a rule, really broadened her horizons and acceptance. she's curious about it as a tool—like with cian's weird frozen heart, it's fine so long as it's an item they can use and not like, affecting his brain or whatever (rip, again). honestly she's got enough magic items on her person it would be weird if she weren't cool with magic. she could do without the zombies tho BRAN — it's simply not something bran has ever thought that much about. like yeah it's cool and useful and pretty damn impressive, but she can't do it and she doesn't need to, so it's fine. she feels about it the same way she feels about the gods: like, yeah, obviously they're real and out there, but what does it have to do with her? (she does enjoy using a fun magic item, tho)

100. What, currently, is your character the most curious about?

MINAH — what the fuck is up with this tevinter cult and why is starkhaven so involved in whatever's going on???? BRAN — she was curious about meeting the person who invented guns and finding out about all that! the party was just about to head off on that trip when the campaign got dropped, so I guess she'll live on forever in unsated curiosity (also, more broadly, how she'll be remembered. that's always on her mind)

#minah: cultists? in MY marcher states? it's more likely than you'd think (Classic Kirkwall amirite) #tysm for the multiclass question that's my shit #not me mentally specing minah out as a 17 rogue/3 bard in real time sldkfjdlskjf #minah #branwen #memery

[pyxscythe]

I'm still thinking about ksmp!lincu again so the fellow ksmplbr ksmp!lincu enjoyers can have Some of the random little trivia I've gathered about him so far:

-His favorite minecraft fish would be black tang because it reminds him of the sky in the end but irl it would be juvenile emperor angel fish

-His favorite flower from overworld would be azure bulet or allium but in general it would be chorus flower

-He usually just researches what he's told to but he would be intrigued by researching the sculk, especially after hearing it makes people sick (he would generally be really intrigued by ancient cities/deep dark)

-He doesn't have actual notebooks where he writes his research notes but rather several pieces of paper piled up on workbenches and stuff just laying around

-His favorite potions would be ones that change the way the body acts, likely his favorite being slow fall because of the way it changes your sense of gravity

-He's canonically aroace!!!!

-His favorite food would be chorus fruit from the End and generally he would like salty foods, spicy and sweet food would be overwhelming because they didn't have that in the End

-He has chorus fruit because he had it when he was dragged through and he holds onto it because it's all he has from home

-His favorite fruit would be blueberry (obviously not confined to just minecraft fruits and not counting the obvious chorus fruit)

-When it comes to cooking, at first he wouldn't know how heat and whatnot work but he would study how it works and things like recipes and proportions and he would get really good at it really quickly, he wouldn't be able to cook super well without a recipe though

-His handwriting is generally nice unless he's stressed then he doesn't care about how it looks

-One thing that gets to him eventually is seeing his hands because of the galaxy look of them reminding him of the void

-Some things he clings onto positively reminding him of home like his chorus fruit and his house color palette, other things like the void make him upset (my poor boy)

-He would like marshmallows that are basically burnt to a crisp

-He tries to combine a lot of foods with chorus fruit, like he puts dried chorus fruit on EVERYTHING

-If someone mentions a topic hes knowledgeable on he'd instinctively go to ramble about it but he would stop himself because he doesn't want people to know he's a fucking nerd

-He keeps gaining different animals in the pen next to his house because he just keeps becoming fascinated with new farm animals every so often (not that he loses the previous ones he just keeps gaining new ones and that's why he not only has Captain but he now has a couple chickens (Kernel and Colonel) and horses (unnamed))

#I have a few more of these but there's like most of them #These are all sourced from me asking questions and/or sharing my own like ideas about him and Linc adopting them lmao #Mostly me asking questions though cause he likes when I do that so I do it every time I think of one #I would not be able to point you to a specific source on like any of these especially because a lot are from his alt channel streams lmao #But yeah these are all things He said :] #I love gathering trivia about him he is my special guy #Aka I'm autistic about him #《☆》 #kaboodlesmp #lincuhq

[trashyreptilian]

Heya! Hope you’re having an Amazing day/evening/noon/night! If not; that’s okay!

I wanted to ask you; do you have any headcanons for Cesar if you don’t mind me asking of course!

Eyy hello! I'm having a good evening and I hope the same for you whether or not it's evening at your place~

To answer your question, I do indeed have some headcanons to share! ;> AGAIN, these are all written for my AU so keep that in mind while reading,,

Headcanons for Cesar Torres:

-While Mark is more of an introvert, Cesar is the complete opposite. From his fancy appearance, you wouldn't really think that he was a chaotic extrovert, now would you? While he may be a little all over the place, he makes up with his friendly attitude towards others. He prefers being around people rather than alone by himself. (I got inspired by the irl face portraying Cesar in the series, Andrew Long. From the few livestream clips I saw, he's so goofy lmao,,)

-Theater kid, no doubt about it. Don't know why but he gives off the vibes to me. Some of my fanfic readers might have noticed that Cesar goes to an after-school drama club. It's pretty much the only thing he looks forward to after classes. He likes to be expressive as possible whenever he's on stage, intentionally over-dramatic with his acting. The club loves him for that. Naturally, like probably most theater kids, he's got a singing voice and he uses that to annoy the fuck out of Mark by bursting out into song at the most random times. Hit em' when they least expect it.

-Cesar is Hispanic. His family being of Latin American descent, living in the US. He can speak fluent Spanish while American English is his second language. To add, he's bilingual. If I were to list a quick quirk, sometimes he forgets a word in English and you might hear him curse out under his breath in Spanish due to frustration. (I've seen a few people give a similar headcanon and I'm joining in,,)

-A great cook, whenever he has the time you'll find him in the kitchen whipping up some tasty meals. Has a fairly refined palette as well, he hates processed and frozen foods. However, he's a terrible baker. Cesar finds little enjoyment in the more precise measurements when it comes to baking. Don't be surprised if his pastries are messy or that his cookies are burnt.

-There's barely any info on Cesar's parents in the canon series but I'm revealing this anyway. In the AU, Cesar's parents work in the airline industry. His father is an airline pilot while his mother, a flight attendant. While they make good money, they're not as present in their son's life. Because of the round-the-clock nature of the industry, they often have to work evenings, weekends, and holidays. Cesar has grown accustomed to taking care of himself, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he likes it.

-You've seen him in his iconic black suit but that isn't the only tuxedo he's got in his wardrobe. Some of the suits in his collection are fashionable, ranging in colors from white to darker shades of brown and red, but he's also got, less than respectable, multicolored suits. Ones that hurt your eyes just by looking.

#best friend au #alternate universe #the mandela catalogue #cesar torres #asks

[wellntruly]

BRUMAIRE by Ann Wroe

From the 1843 magazine, years ago when it had a different name, and was running a series of writers on their favorite months

Brumaire is the second month of the twelve-month French revolutionary calendar; it runs from mid-October to mid-November. Its heyday lasted long enough to leave one date in history, 18 Brumaire (in Year VIII, roughly 1799), when Napoleon established the consular government that led to his despotism. Otherwise, like its companions—snowy Nivôse and rain-sprinkled Pluviôse, garlanded Floréal and Germinal of the green, growing shoots—it has faded into the fogs of human arrangements past.

It’s not just perversity that made me choose it, but also a sense of dissatisfaction with Western months as they are: a dull march of gods, emperors and numerals, with no flavor or scent of the seasons they are meant to represent. Bengalis know that in Phalgun the dust flies like a harum-scarum boy down village lanes, and in Sraban the loud monsoon soaks the thatch; just as, in revolutionary France, Frimaire brought hoar-frost creaking under the sabots, and Ventôse the blasts of late winter roaring through the oaks.

Brumaire expresses—rather than marks—Keat’s season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. It is the quintessence of autumn, damps as well as brights, in a way neat October or pure November can never ben. Its essence is stillness: the lull before the storm, the lit pipe, the comfort of apples laid up in newspaper and heavy barn doors shut. A quiet cloak of vapor announces the day, gathered in bushes and hanging in the trees. Through the mist colors appear, glowing like separated flames. The same fog enshrouds the sky, which clears slowly to a cold, deep blue before, in mid-afternoon, the air thickens perceptibly, as if filled with smoke from the pinkly burning sun.

Leaves still crowd the boughs, but they are falling fast, the trees shedding and reflecting themselves on the muddy ground. It was in Brumaire, give or take a day or two, that Dorothy Wordsworth saw her favourite birch tree, bright yellow against the dark mountains, swept by a “flying sunshiny shower,” to become a spirit tree. This is the moment the autumn palette spreads the woods. Pale gold, dark crimson, yellow ochre, burnt umber, now join with lingering green, as if the leaves turned over in the minds their memories of the sun. Besides fresh-sloughed fields, stray straws and stubble still glint golden in the sunlight before bonfires consume them and the night mists rise.

This is the month of scarves and boots, when hope of any brief return to summer is finally put away. We batten down, and turn our faces towards the dissolving and vaporising and failing away of things. It is a month of letting go, as the trees do, the lighter leap towards the spring—as if the dead weight of winter did not lie in between.

Ann Wroe is the obituaries editor of The Economist and author of "Orpheus: The Song of Life" | January, 2013

#what I love about the Jacobin calendar - which I first learned about here - is many things #but one of them is that where I've lived #the weeks inscribed in these months feel much more true to weather & mood #we are in the heart of Brumaire #Brumaire #fog #fall festival #Ann Wroe #writing

[residentdormouse]

"drink me" with Glen (and other(s)) ? 😊

💖💖 Thank you so much for the Prompt! 💖💖

So, @impuretale had a headcanon about Glen and Stu fishing, and it's just kind of lived in my head since. And what's fishing without beer. So here we are. AO3 linked if its preferred reading platform.

'Fish On'

Fandom: the Stand

Characters: Glen Bateman, Stu Redman

Words: 1,275

(Original Prompt Post)

Faint ripples emerged on the water’s surface as tiny insects began to accumulate along the slowly drifting fishing line. Burnt oranges and reds reflected in the clear blue stream, and a scattered canopy of green lined the river banks allowing patches of light to coat the protruding rocks. If he had his paints, there was no doubt in Glen’s mind that this would all be captured on a canvas. Unfortunately, circumstances as they were, he could only sit back and bask in the imagery, hoping to commit as much to memory as he could.

With a palette in his mind, he partitioned off the blank space. Colorful blends of warm hues in the sky would come first, followed by the downward reflection into the waves. Tree trunks placed along the edges and then obstructed with thick patches of dark green. Lighter shades speckled on top and yellow touches scarcely lining the outer edges to highlight the dying light.

Full concentration set on the process, the snapping twigs, the crunch of fallen leaves, the meandering footsteps, they all went unnoticed until they were directly beside him.

"Dozin’ off there, old timer?"

"Yeah, alright, fuck you too, Texas. Man can’t enjoy a peaceful night of fishing with a beer or two?"

Discussion of the beverage reminded Glen of its presence, and he took a sip from the open container sitting next to him. There was no need to look up, he knew his comment landed its mark when Stu’s laughter broke through the silence.

“Can’t imagine you’re catchin’ anything if you gotta splash around every time you need a new drink.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong; a smartass, but not wrong. Only a few more swallows and he’d be back in the river grabbing another can from where he strategically placed them in the river. But they had enough food, and beer was better cold.

"Ah, Hell. You know how it is. Old habits and all that. Ain’t broke–"

"Don’t fix it. Yeah, I know that one. Where'd you even get that?"

"Never leave home without it.” The quip earned him chuckle, and he followed up with an animated motion towards the case. A silent offer for him to help himself, and Stu didn’t refuse. “Grabbed a pack on the last stock up. Saving it for some down time, and hey, what do you know…"

Once he had taken a can for himself, Stu held up another in an offer of his own. Without any reason to suspect an objection, he gave the drink a light underhand toss, which Glen thankfully didn’t have to reach far to catch. Little favors.

While Stu made his way back, Glen looked out onto the river. His line had ventured farther down the way, and he gave a few quick turns on the reel to bring it back into view.

Not that it did much good.

Once Harold offered to start up the fire for the evening, Glen took his leave from the group. Grabbed his beer, a pole, and a folding camp chair, before heading down to try his luck. That had to be an hour ago. At least. Aside from a slightly growing buzz, he hadn’t caught a damn thing. No bites. No lost bait. Not even a nibble.

Another few cranks of the reel, and his attention turned back to Stu. “Ah, well, it never was about the fish anyway, although I wouldn’t turn them down if they came, mind you.” With the final drop gone, he set his empty can down and cracked into the new one. “No. May not seem like it, but sometimes, you have to set aside some time to just ‘be’. Even now. Hell, especially now. Time that you can just sit down, have a beer, watch the sunset. Shoot the shit with some enjoyable company.” He shot a smirk to Stu at this, and it was promptly returned. “Enjoy all that life has to offer. You don’t, and well, you end up losing sight of it all. If you can’t enjoy the little things, then what the hell are we still here for? Why are we doing it?”

“Ain’t gonna hear any arguments from me.” Swishing the liquid around in the can, Stu kept his eyes downcast in observation for a moment. It was a solemn tone despite the joking nature that was natural between them now. Something was on his mind, and he was clearly working up to it. “So, Fran is pregnant. Case you were wondering. Not sure she’s telling that yet, but since you somehow already knew.”

His hesitance now made sense; wasn’t exactly an easy topic. Their dreams. His dreams. Truth be told, he still wasn’t sure what to think of the matter. Seeing Fran with his own eyes. In person. Awake. That was enough to firmly shake whatever resolve he had left, not that he had all that much left after the Mother Abagail discovery. Somehow, unbelievable as it was, he saw her. Saw a future her. Clear as day.

"You have anymore of those… whatever you want to call 'em?"

"Psychic visions?” If his mocking tone didn’t give away his skepticism, his animated gestures sure would have. “No. No, none of that. None worth reminiscing about, that is. Not sure if I should be concerned about that or, well…"

As uncharacteristic as it was, he left the thought trail. Sure, he had no problem talking, common knowledge there, but he also knew when thought was required. And this development… this needed a fair deal of thought. And alcohol.

He took another sip from his beer as Stu picked up where he left off.

“Worse things, I suppose. Could be dreamin’ of our friend…”

No further clarification followed, but Glen didn’t need it. Their boogeyman. The dark man. Whatever ridiculous title they stuck to him, it didn't matter. Stu was right; there were, in fact, worse things. At least his mind was clear from him. For now.

"Yeah, I'll drink to that."

Accompanying the comment, Glen raised his can once more with a tip towards his companion before taking another drink. After a shake of his head, Stu followed suit with a laugh.

"Have a feelin’ it doesn't take much for you to find a reason."

"Well, you got me there." And the air was clear once more. With the atmosphere shift, Glen had no problem picking back up with the banter. “But I’d venture to guess you’re the same way.”

Another laugh. Another drink in concession. More astute observations about the need to enjoy the simplistic things in life. But with the fading light now falling far below the horizon, Glen began to pack up his space.

“Lost cause here, I’d say. Fire sounds more promising, don’t you think?”

“Think you may be on to something.”

Empty cans were folded up into the chair, and Glen was thankful to have the extra set of hands. Without prompt, Stu went back into the river for the remainder of their drinks, and Glen began to reel in his line. Began and abruptly stopped.

“Goddamnit. Stu, you mind? Think I got a snag.”

“Think you got a fish.”

“What?”

And as soon as the question arose, Stu pulled out his line to reveal a fairly large catfish flopping around on the end, removing any doubt of his claim.

“Well, I’ll be. Guess we’re not going back empty handed.”

“Thought it wasn’t about the fish.”

“Yeah, but my stomach could put in a counter argument. C’mon.”

And with that, the pair headed back to the camp for the night, good omens, a good buzz, and a fairly decent catch in tow.

#thank you so much for the prompt! #this took longer than expected #its Glen drinking brain #this is your bread and butter #what are you doing?! 🤦‍♀️ #mouse is back on her nonsense #the stand 2020 #glen bateman #stu redman

[princesssarisa]

What are your favourite Scrooge costumes?

Let's see...

In the daytime scenes, most Scrooges just wear standard dark gentlemen's clothing of the period, so I won't focus too much on those costumes. Although I must admit, I like Alastair Sim's enormous scarf that nearly envelops the lower half of his face as he glowers over it.

And I like it when, on Christmas morning after his transformation, he adds a touch of Christmassy red to his costume. For example, George C. Scott's red waistcoat:

Or the red scarf that Beaker gives to Michael Caine in The Muppet Christmas Carol:

But more variation comes in the different versions of Scrooge's nightclothes, which he wears for the majority of the story.

I think I especially like the burnt orange dressing gowns worn by George C. Scott and Michael Caine, especially the latter.

They look rich enough for a wealthy man, and the warm reddish-brown color adds a bit of a Christmassy feeling (as do the very subtle touches of green in Caine's robe), but they're still subdued enough to suit a stingy "old humbug" like Scrooge.

(By the way, looking over these costumes makes me realize what an influence the George C. Scott version seems to have been in costuming and color palette on The Muppet Christmas Carol. I don't object to that fact – they're both outstanding versions and the Muppet version still has its own unique identity.)

I also like Patrick Stewart's pine green dressing gown for similar reasons: subdued yet elegant and subtly Christmassy, using the other signature Christmas color besides red.

In general, I prefer it when Scrooge wears a dressing gown, as Dickens described, rather than just a plain nightshirt. And I especially appreciate it when the production remembers that Dickens doesn't have Scrooge wearing a nightshirt at all! In the book, he puts on his dressing gown and nightcap over his day clothes before sitting down by the fire to eat his gruel (an understandable thing to do when there's no central heating, especially since the old miser doesn't make the fire very big), and after the visit by Marley's Ghost, he's so emotionally exhausted that he falls into bed "without undressing."

The early film versions through 1938 remember these details and dress their Scrooges in dressing gowns over their shirts, waistcoats and pants. I think the first Scrooge to properly undress for bed and wear a nightshirt through his ghostly journeys was Alastair Sim:

I don't mind that departure in his case, though. The nightshirt adds to the humor of certain moments. For example, when he runs to bed in terror after Marley shows him the throng of wandering ghosts, his skinny legs showing as he hitches up his nightclothes, or when he stands on his head during his Christmas morning glee, causing Mrs. Dilber to throw her apron over her head to block out the unseemly sight (which is tastefully hidden from us by the back of a chair) and run off screaming.

Still, one of the minor details I appreciate about the George C. Scott version is that they went back to the book's clothing descriptions and had Scrooge wear his dressing gown over his day clothes.

Yet despite what I just said about preferring Scrooge to have a proper dressing gown, I do also like Albert Finney's nightclothes:

The bright red stockings underneath the white nightshirt add such a funny, unexpected pop of color that suits the quirky tone of this adaptation. And the shawl is useful both for keeping him warm and for wiping away his tears over his lost love Isabel.

These are my favorites so far. If I see any others I like in the adaptations I haven't seen yet, I'll make note.

#a christmas carol #ebenezer scrooge #costumes #adaptations