#her purple is so desaturated it’s like… almost grey

[chimeowrical]

Is Arora's skin supposed to be black or dark purple? In some images it looks black/dark grey and in others it looks more purplish. Which one is it supposed to be? Just curious.

Her original concept had dark grey skin, and she developed into more of a desaturated purple!! So older art of Arora is dark grey, but she’s canonically purble 💜

#my art #arora #kiba company #ah I missed her #her purple is so desaturated it’s like… almost grey #grey adjacent

[felixstudios]

if the managers got magically turned into toons, how do you think theyd react, what kind of toons would they be, and how would they navigate their new bodies (and possibly new lives)?

I'm not Felix, but I hope I can answer this about as well as she can.

DUCK SHUFFLER:

-He becomes a red duck with green legs after a slot machine accident.

-He doesn't find it particularly surprising or alarming and simply rolls with it.

-It wouldn't surprise me if he'd quit his job to officially join the ranks of the Toons.

PRETHINKER:

-Brian either becomes a raccoon, or he becomes some kind of bug Toon not available in-game. He'd be a pale pink.

-He's in complete disbelief about this change and refuses to leave his room for several months. He loses track of time and eventually becomes so bored and lonely that he ventures out.

DERRICK MAN:

-He becomes a bronze colored bear.

-Raine is accused of using magic of some kind, but she seems genuinely confused about what happened. Unable to locate the cause, he's forced to mingle with the Toons as a Toon.

DEEP DIVER:

-If only in-game species are available, she'd likely become a non-domesticated species. If it can be anything, she'd become a fish. She'd be a deep blue color.

-He wouldn't have much commentary about his situation. Additionally, he'd almost exclusively keep to himself.

RAINMAKER:

-The species situation would be the same as Mary, except I could see her either becoming a dog or a fish. She would be light blue.

-She'd be happy to explore the Toon world from the inside and play several Toony games. Most likely, she would resign from her job.

LAND ACQUISITION ARCHITECT:

-He becomes an orange fox.

-At first he's shocked and in complete disbelief, but after a while he learns to cope and fit in with the other Toons.

GATEKEEPER:

-She becomes an alligator. Her color scheme would likely include greys and incredibly desaturated blues.

-She refuses to show herself for a very, very long time out of embarrassment for what has happened to her.

WITCH HUNTER:

-He becomes a dark purple bear.

-A very similar situation to Holly's reaction occurs.

PUBLIC RELATIONS REPRESENTATIVE:

-He becomes a light pink cat.

-At first, he hates his new situation. But then, he finds a great sales pitch to use on Toons along with an idea to escape and becomes incredibly grateful he magically changed.

BELLRINGER:

-He becomes a yellow kangaroo.

-He's quite shocked at the turn of events, but he elegantly navigates the situation and keeps a level head. Eventually, he learns how to act like a Toon and blend in.

MULTISLACKER:

-He becomes a cat with a mix of greys and purples.

-Doesn't say or do much about it, but his dad is incredibly horrified and keeps trying to make him into a Cog again.

MOUTHPIECE:

-She becomes a blue dog with yellow ears and yellow legs.

-Although she quits her job and starts cooking with Toon ingredients, nothing really does change about her.

MAJOR PLAYER:

-He becomes an orange and yellow bat.

-He flaunts his new change proudly and uses it as a selling point for more tickets to his shows.

FIRESTARTER:

-He becomes a red kiwi.

-He tries to hide what happened to him out of fear of what COGS, Inc. will think, but eventually the truth comes out.

PLUTOCRAT:

-He becomes an ice blue alligator.

-He attempts to run his operation like nothing has changed, but his Satellite Investors aren't so keen on working with a Toon since it's a risky investment. He's forced to close his pizzeria.

TREEKILLER:

-He becomes a green bear.

-He tries to convince himself he's only having a nightmare, but after his denial is over he's left feeling depressed and empty.

CHAINSAW CONSULTANT:

-He becomes a dark red deer.

-He's still trying to figure out what to do.

FEATHERBEDDER:

-They become a kiwi, and their color scheme is desaturated purples.

-They still sleep a lot and don't really change much.

PACESETTER:

-He becomes a pink and black dog.

-He makes a huge public scene about his transformation and tries to go back to being a Cog, citing his reasoning as him being more beautiful as a Cog.

#toontown #ttcc #corporate clash #ttcc headcanons #headcanon #duck shuffler #prethinker #derrick man #deep diver #rainmaker #land acquisition architect #gatekeeper #witch hunter #public relations representative #bellringer #multislacker #mouthpiece #major player #firestarter #plutocrat #treekiller #chainsaw consultant #featherbedder #pacesetter

[transfemstarscream]

so in this post i said i wanted to talk/write about how interesting i think it is that in transformers, starscream doesn’t really fit in with the “big three” decepticons (of course megatron, soundwave, and shockwave) and how it’s a discussion on her femininity vs. their masculinity. this got really long so i’m putting this under read more; it came off as more ramble-y then i thought so apologies for any errors.

one thing that sticks out if you put the four together is how only three of them wear similar, cool color palettes; megatron is almost entirely grey (a light grey with darker grey in some areas) with red accents, soundwave is grey and dark blue with red and gold accents, and shockwave is entirely purple (his grey even has purple undertones!) and a yellow eye to top it off. their designs are all matching and blend in well with each other… except for starscream’s, who is not subtle at all. instead of cool, desaturated colors with warm accents, starscream is instead red, white, and blue with a bright yellow cockpit and a dark helm/face plate instead of the most common white helm/face plate.

not only is she very noticeable at first glance because of how bright and colorful she is in comparison to the rest of them, but she also looks… out of place. not only literally because her colors don't match as well as say megatron and soundwave’s do, but also because red, white and blue are most commonly a lot of the color palette G1 autobots used, most popular example being optimus of course.

there’s a lot of things to appreciate about this. starscream’s colors being in opposition to theirs can be a symbol of her deceptive and unloyal nature towards the decepticon cause and specifically megatron, as he’s almost all grey while she’s covered in colors. it also highlights just how out of place she looks while next to the three of them… in more ways than one, i believe.

although i believe the subject of their character designs is just as important as the characters themselves, let’s ask ourselves a question: who are the main four decepticons?

in theory, this question is easy to anyone with basic knowledge of transformers. megatron is the decepticon leader, starscream is the decepticon second-in-command, soundwave is the decepticons’ communications officer, and shockwave is, although varying depending on what source you’re using, the computer guy and guardian of cybertron for the decepticons. but who are they as people, and how do their acts as their respective positions define them?

i ask this because it’s very common that while megatron, soundwave, and especially shockwave will be described and defined by what they do, what they’re capable of, and what they’ve achieved… starscream will be described by who she is personality wise, not by her actions like the former three. megatron started the war, led a resistance force against the autobots, and managed to kill optimus prime. soundwave is megatron’s most loyal soldier, has his full trust, and is in general a very dangerous and smart opponent. shockwave managed the decepticons well while megatron was in statis, and essentially everything is his fault in the grand scheme of things. other than starscream’s yearn to be the decepticon leader and her several attempts at megatron’s life… what actions really describe her? sure, she’s regarded as one of the most morally bankrupt decepticons, but that’s still describing her as a person rather than what she does to earn that descriptor. 

the reputation of the main four decepticons is that they’re intimidating, frightening big guys, and if you’re the big four of the decepticons then you definitely have the guns to back it up. megatron, soundwave, and shockwave do, and the story will often enforce just how dangerous they are by their actions, but starscream is often shafted in comparison. her accomplishments aren’t really considered all that important nor is she complimented as generously as the other three. her involvement in stories is very limited despite how recognizable she’s made out to be in transformers media to this very day. that’s where the subject of why i believe starscream is transfeminine coded, which is a very complex subject by itself, comes into play.

megatron, soundwave, and shockwave are regarded as masculine and are described with positive traits (associated with male villains): megatron is a strong, intimidating and ruthless war commander. soundwave is a stoic, silent but deadly spy who is also genuinely loyal and trustworthy to his leader. shockwave is an intelligent, logical scientist who is, literally, the reason why a lot of shit happens. they’re often regarded as masculine figures in both official content and fan content, praised for how “awesome” they are. they are competent and consistent villains in most of their iterations, and often play a huge part in the shows/comics they’re in with a few exceptions. their impact as villains and their actions are what make them striking.

starscream, in comparison, is regarded as feminine (the word “effeminate” is a lot more commonly used, though i personally dislike it, especially in this context) and is described with “negative” traits: starscream is a whiny, easily irritable scumbag and it’s questioned how she even got position of SIC. starscream is vain and flamboyant, more concerned with hiding behind the big guys because she’s too obsessed with her frame to damage it. she’s regarded in harsher terms as mentally, emotionally, and psychologically unstable. she is not regarded as a masculine figure but rather as a “failed” man and/or her femininity is amped up in some of her depictions, but also notably her fanon depictions (whether or not this is done in a positive light or negative light doesn’t really matter), and she is considered a controversial character among the fanbase— very loved by some and very hated by others. she is not portrayed as competent or is very consistent in her characterization to the point where stories often imply her accomplishments have happened offscreen, and despite her prevalence in a lot of transformers media she more or less never has a huge impact on the story or plot barring a few iterations at best. she’s only really made striking by her personality and comedy, not her role as a villain or actions in the story.

megatron, soundwave, and shockwave are strong, while starscream is weak. they are rightfully prideful, while starscream is foolishly arrogant. they are comfortable in their image, while starscream is obsessed and vain. they are calculated, while starscream is hysterical. they are competent and know what they’re doing, while starscream is incompetent and hides behind whatever big bot is around after causing a mess she made.

the general point i’m getting at is that despite all four of them being classified as villains, starscream is further vilified and demonized because she exhibits traits that are not traditionally masculine. “but wait, being whiny and vain aren’t inherently feminine traits!” and you’re right. in order to convey what type of character starscream is meant to be, that’s what people picture to be a “failed man”. she’s not on the same type of level as megatron, soundwave, or shockwave— she was designed to not be. she was designed to be inherently hated. she is not the cool, masculine villain figure who overpowers the heroes and succeeds in her plans. she is an emotional, hysterical failure of a villain who needs to rely on the Real, Strong Men if she even wants to succeed in something.

while megatron, soundwave, and shockwave are unsettling and creepy because of what they do and who they are—big, powerful figures of the decepticon cause who have proven to be fully capable of anything—starscream is meant to be unsettling because of what she represents. a high-pitched voice jet whose design resembles heels and a prominent chest plate who cares about her appearance to the point of vanity, is regarded as emotionally unstable and has easy to trigger jealousy; starscream is everything a non-traditionally masculine character in the 1980s could be. she’s really how gay you could make a character without explicitly saying they were gay in the 1980s. on that topic… how do the former three’s relationships with other characters contrast to starscream’s relationships with other characters?

an easy place to start is the relationship shared between the big four decepticons themselves. we know the positions they all have in the decepticons, but what do they think of each other? and here is where starscream further establishes herself as not really belonging among them.

soundwave and shockwave (to an extent) are loyal and offer their full servitude to megatron, while starscream makes her hatred and disloyalty of megatron no secret, and is disdainful of him. soundwave is megatron’s fully trusted communications officer, shockwave at the very least respects soundwave, and starscream makes it apparent she finds him annoying and is prone to trying to one-up him. shockwave is regarded as fiercely intelligent by megatron, and soundwave pays no real mind to him, and starscream finds him unsettling and often argues with him, making it fully clear she thinks he’s full of shit. and starscream’s hatred towards her peers are not one-sided! they all clearly hate her back and the respect they have for her in return is very bare bones and almost non-existent (shockwave especially in this regard). so among their relationships with each other…

megatron trusts soundwave, megatron respects shockwave, megatron hates starscream (only keeps her around to prove a point).

soundwave is loyal to megatron, soundwave respects shockwave, soundwave hates starscream (respects megatron more than he hates her).

shockwave follows megatron, shockwave respects soundwave, shockwave hates starscream (is very open about this fact).

starscream does not like any of them.

another thing to take away from this is that starscream is also the most open about her hatred of all three of them. megatron, soundwave, and shockwave are mature about their dislike towards other by keeping it hidden and only allowing it to slip through when intimidation is required— maturity is regarded as masculine in this case. starscream, however, is very loud with how much she hates them, and is not above making countless petty remarks and insults towards them— her “cattiness” and immaturity are regarded as feminine. 

this extends to their relationships with other characters. more specifically the positive/complex relationships with male characters megatron, soundwave, and shockwave have— and what starscream subverts.

megatron, has many relationships with the other male characters, many of them having developed into positive ones with the introduction of autobot megatron in the IDW1 run. his most popular is of course optimus, his established arch nemesis and character foil. whether one is interested in this dynamic as romantic or not, it does not deter that optimus and megatron’s relationship in many iterations is often a lot more explored and deep, as although it depends on the continuity, you’ll get a glimpse of what they used to be to each other before the war. optimus and megatron at their very core respect each other as equals, which coming from megatron must be special to him.

and the list of relationships he has with other male characters can go on. his genuine trust in soundwave was discussed, cyclonus and him can count if you consider galvatron as megatron in this scenario, etc. IDW1 has also given him a lot more positive relationships with men, such as rodimus, minimus ambus, etc. hell, megatron even has NEW dangerous enemies to deal with because he’s no longer the decepticon leader, such as the entire DJD (overlord and tarn specifically). he’s a man many established relationships, all with variety and with respect ingrained in all of them.

starscream, in comparison… doesn’t really have any of that. in fact, although you could technically consider megatron her arch nemesis and character foil, megatron’s not solely unique to her character. in fact, he’s not that uncommon to be enemies with. she never really has a “strong” male character enemy to be foils to; she definitely parallels other male characters, but it never feels like a defined rivalry like in megatron and optimus’ case. her positive relationships with male characters in comparison to someone like megatron, soundwave (the cassettes, cosmos, etc.) and shockwave (optimus as senator shockwave, etc.) are very dysfunctional and very one-sided (at least at first). hell, even bumblebee and starscream in IDW1, despite possibly being the healthiest relationship starscream ever had in the run, was a result of the guilt and grief starscream repressed, and the two still had issues even near the end of the run.

(ah yes. it is very easy for you, a forged bot, to say this to a cold constructed body dysmorphic person.)

it’s even more interesting to note that unlike megatron, soundwave, and shockwave, starscream’s more prominent foils are female characters. this is of course about windblade specifically, though arcee and elita-one can count.

a more simple way i can explain what i’m trying to get at is this: megatron, soundwave, and shockwave have diverse and complex relationships with male characters where starscream’s is usually dysfunctional and borderlines on either hatred or unhealthy attachment on her side, this playing into the masculine figures they are and the other masculine figures they’re with. starscream is more likely to have diverse and (conceptually) complex relationships with female characters where the former three don’t/are few in-between, this playing into the feminine figure she’s perceived as in media.

this is a lot longer than i originally intended it to be, and i don’t want to further make this an incoherent ramble, so here’s a TL:DR and some more parallels i didn’t cover in detail:

megatron, soundwave, and shockwave all have designs that compliment each other, whereas starscream’s feels very out of place and way too colorful in comparison to all three of them, specifically megatron’s.

megatron, soundwave, and shockwave are described not only by their personalities but their actions. starscream’s action have very little to do with how she’s perceived, as who she is rather what she’s done is what’s most well known about her.

megatron, soundwave, and shockwave are positively portrayed well due to being perceived as masculine. starscream is negatively portrayed and incompetently because she is perceived as feminine. she is feminine in comparison to their masculinity.

megatron, soundwave, and shockwave all have various along with positive relationships with other male characters. starscream usually lacks these, and none of her relationships with male characters are ever truly functional or on the same level of respect

starscream’s more complex in concept dynamic with female characters yet seemingly having no romantic interest in any of them plays into her gay coding: her relationships with male characters are messy, though it’s also very easy to perceive as romantic feelings on her side at the very least (wheeljack, metalhawk, bumblebee, blurr, etc.).

soundwave and shockwave were forged, and megatron has a forged spark. starscream, however, was constructed cold.

megatron, soundwave, and shockwave have very little vanity nor do they ever truly worry about their frames or looks. starscream canonically has body dysmorphia in her iterations, specifically IDW1.

megatron, soundwave, and shockwave all have certain special abilities that are demonstrated or are specifically said to be unique to them. starscream does not, and it’s suggested that she was not an outlier like skywarp and thundercracker, but instead a generic seeker.

many of megatron’s, soundwave’s, or shockwave’s accomplishments were done specifically by them, and factored by them. starscream’s accomplishments are usually undermined or found out to be factored by someone else, and that it was part of a greater scheme (most notably shockwave’s tampering of starscream being “the chosen one”).

starscream is subject to many transmisogynistic implications and jokes. the former three do not, or are instead further masculinized, especially in comparison to starscream.

didn’t have anywhere specific i was going with this so. yea i think starscream was intentionally designed to not fit in with the other three and her being transfem coded plays into this. :thumbsup:

#long post #mine #yea this was the essay i was talking about. this got over 2000 words i'm sorry. #transformers #starscream #analysis #but thank you to everyone who wanted to hear me ramble about this. #:heart:

[dragynkeep]

Any interest in doing a critique of STRQ's outfits?

The team who kept the same outfit for 20 years, like me with that one dragon shirt I found for £5. 

This is easily the worst outfit out of the team. 

It’s just Ruby’s Mistral outfit but monochromatic. I can’t even give much to say because of how unoriginal this outfit is. The black and white with very little detailing just makes it boring to look at, your eye just slides off while what detailing on Ruby’s outfit is hidden because of this poor choice of colouring. 

The black wristguards with the white shirt are now all black, so Summer just has these big bulges randomly appearing at her elbows. The black shirt also has the black corset disappearing, with only the white midsection that is still being covered by black laces. 

Her cape isn’t there, but the inside being red is a cute inversion of Ruby’s completely red cape, and is really the only thing I like and think is a good thing that Ruby later copies herself. Also the rose bun at the back of her hair too. The rest of her hair is just badly modelled and looks bad.

But also, what is Summer Rose’s colour? Because black and white aren’t very summer colours, and while you can get these colour roses, they don’t even tie into Summer’s allusion as the last rose of summer. The rose of Ireland is pink. If Summer’s defining colour was pink, it would be a unique colour of hers that could still reference Ruby’s red, a tie between mother and daughter without it just being Older Ruby.

This is just embarressingly lazy.

This is a dad outfit. A+ for whoever designed the outfit for a dad.

Now, it’s a pretty average outfit. It does well in mirroring Yang and showing where she gets her outfit influence from, while keeping his own uniqueness, and showing a more casual approach with Taiyang taking a backseat in Huntsmen duties. He’s still protected with the armour and leather, since he isn’t fully retired and still lives in a dangerous part of Remnant, but it isn’t a complete Huntsmen outfit. The muted colour scheme sorta sells an older, almost dying fire, with Taiyang mellowing out compared to Yang’s bright and fiery aesthetic. 

Even his hair is a muted yellow compared to her bright locks, like he’s starting to grey but rather than getting grey hairs, he’s just losing the yellow. Overall, it really does give him an older and more mature vibe than what Yang had in Beacon. 

I think some of the colours are a bit too dull, though, and he really struggles to represent yellow like Yang. I think the brown and orange works for Taiyang, because it isn’t as bold and intense like Yang would be in black and red, but the fact that his hair is so desaturated means that he really has no yellow on him. I would’ve liked a lighter cream on his shirt, especially with it being so close to colour as his skin, or bronze being used instead of the random grey steel on his shoulder armour.

Really, that armour just clashes with his overall colour scheme. I do like that his deep blue eyes works as a splash of cool colour, just like how Yang’s purple eyes do, and complements the more orange look that he uses compared to purple/yellow. I would’ve liked him to not fall into the blonde and blue eyes that Sun fell into, maybe a more blueish purple than just straight up dark blue.

WEEB-

Okay, besides the blatant orientalism behind Raven, and quite a few characters in this show, this outfit isn’t completely bad. I like that she uses strictly black and red to contrast how Qrow uses the brighter white and greys with minimal red in his outfit. It makes Raven appear darker and more dangerous, fitting for the fact that she’s a murderous bandit and (should have been) the main antagonist to one of our four main girls. 

The red sleeves with the gauntlets keeps Raven’s arms contrasting with the dark black midsection of her shirt and skirt, same with the red obi around her waist. The black patterns on her obi not only add interest to what would otherwise be pretty plain, but looks like traditional Japanese scenery ink painting.

The red travels through the outfit pretty well. Her arms, midsection and the bottom of her shoes all use red, while the black contrasts her limbs from each other. Similar with the bright red banana contrasting with her black hair. I do dislike the red flap on her belt, similar to how I hate the flap that Yang is always stuck with. It looks slapped on, but the raven feathers trailing off it at least looks cool.

Now, I really hate that Raven’s exposing her thighs here with the dumb looking leg warmers, it looks weird and honestly kinda childish. Like this is something a kid would draw their badass character in rather than a dangerous older woman who is practical and cunning. Just put her in pants, you don’t need to show skin with every single female character ffs.

Though, I will say that I’m glad that Raven isn’t just a copy of Yang. You can see where she gets the face and eyes shape from Raven, but she is obviously different with the red eyes, black hair, and a different hair texture to Yang. While Yang’s is more wavy similar to Taiyang’s, Raven has spikier hair that resembles feathers almost. It’s a nice touch.

Problem is, like with the other women in RWBY, Raven really doesn’t look like a woman in her 40s. The most they did is give her faint age lines below the eyes, and called it a day. What skin care is she using?

Overall, not a bad outfit, colour scheme definitely fits Raven, but this is just a blatant case of CRWBY using Asian aesthetics for the cool factor rather than actually delving into it. 

Now Qrow’s the only one in the team to have two different outfits, given that he spends the most time on screen compared to any other STRQ member, so we’re gonna start with his OG outfit. 

I love it. This outfit really sells the sleazy and dark undertone that Qrow was during this time of the show. The sharp angles of his jacket, collar and sleeves, the slanted cross, the grey/white/black/red colour scheme all really sell the unlucky bird and spy. 

The lines and darker grey front section keeps the mostly white jacket interesting while his black collar and cuffs directly contrast, giving a more balanced look with how long the jacket stretches down over his black pants. It also helps with how the only red appearing on Qrow being his cape, tattered and mostly at the back to minimise the colour while keeping it the only red on his body. It’s interesting since his sister is mostly defined by red, so it gives the impression of Qrow shedding his old life while it still sticking on his back.

I like how the back of his coattails look like a bird tail, a nice tip to his namesake and bird motif. Really, the little accessories add further to his design, like the necklace, the odd amount of rings he wears on both hands, the bracelet on his right wrist, even down to how his cape, unlike Ruby’s clean one, is tattered and dirty. 

It’s the small things that just push this look up for me. 

This isn’t that bad of a jump for Qrow’s Atlas outfit. It goes into almost a Victorian-vibe, Van Helsing shit that I would attribute to Qrow for an outfit aesthetic. The loss of his crooked cross to instead have upright crosses as his buttons is a neat detail for Qrow now learning to move on from seeing himself as an unlucky person, while still keeping the connection to Ruby.

Most of his character designs have jumped from his original outfit to this one; the big collar, rolled up sleeves, jewellery, cross imagery, smart shoes with pants, while changing it to match both environment and Qrow as a character. Most of his sharp edges have been rounded out with his jacket, shorter vest, and round sleeves, and the patterns on the sleeves look pretty close to the designs on Ozpin’s weapon.

Though why he has this during a time where he’s moving away from Ozpin, even excusing Ruby of the same behaviour he assaulted Oz for, is beyond me. It feels like a disconnect to what the designers are doing compared to what the writers are doing. 

Also the big problem with this is the colouring. First thing is that this really moves away from Qrow’s established colour palette? He was defined by white, grey, black and a muter red. But now he’s wearing grey, dark grey, muted red, black, a greenish looking brown, and purple. It’s a jarring jump and the darker colours now make him look closer to Raven, who also is defined by her use of dark colours.

It makes it feel a bit of a step back in visual development, and really, the colours used for his jacket and vest are kinda ugly together, especially with the dull gold for the metal. 

Look? great! Colourwise? Eh.

#rwby #outfit critiques #summer rose #taiyang xiao long #raven branwen #qrow branwen #answered #luke.txt

[vaguely-concerned]

Mildly obsessed with the sheer contrast between how Fujiko and Jigen tend to be framed in this show, even when they're within the same scene (a head's up: I'll be mentioning stuff around some uh. extremely dubious consent and also suicidal ideation and suicide that's going on in Jigen's introduction ep in this post, just so you know!)

an illustration of what I mean more generally: Jigen by himself seems to often be framed against planes of white or shades of desaturated grey without a lot of detail -- there's this real sense of emptiness, and also symbolic of death and grief, I think. (Ciccolina also wears a white dress while you see her fascination with him, and the thing that binds them together is essentially suicidal ideation, while her own actual signature colour is an unsettled green.)

meanwhile Fujiko is constantly framed by circles and elaborate designs in vibrant intoxicating colours (peacock vibes!), in a way that's both stunningly beautiful and uncomfortably claustrophobic -- like she's constantly framed and hemmed in by the beauty of both herself and what she surrounds herself with. dare we say... almost cocoon-like, considering all the butterfly motifs going on all over the place. (also that GODDAMN OWL in the window up there... pls I want to go home).

a very smart anon ask I got also pointed out that a lot of the shots in episode 2 specifically make the characters look like actors on a stage, which adds that extra sense of artificiality and alienation to the whole thing and makes us subconsciously question their agency, which I thought was such a great observation!

this theme/contrast keeps going after that first introduction episode too (this is from the end of episode 8)! there's not quite as concentrated an amount of it after the intro, but it still feels consistent.

and the way those themes are divided up when they share a space is so interesting too:

interesting detail about this scene, by the way: the colour of the sofa... thingy goes from purple when Fujiko is in the room and dominating the space, to the green that's associated with Ciccolina once Jigen wakes up alone after Fujiko y'know. roofied him or whatever that was. (yeah gee I wonder why he doesn't trust her much lol)

so his own theme is almost monochrome and other people sort of... impose their colours on his 'world' whether he wants that to happen or not, metaphorically. it tells such a strong visual story about not being able to put up boundaries. which -- at first I heard Ciccolina's comment that his weakness was women and just went '*wheeze* are you sure about that one lady', but actually and especially in this installment... it's kind of true, if in an unorthodox way. his actual problem is that he doesn't seem able to set a single solitary healthy boundary with women. like he lets himself get hard dubconned into fucking in an ACTUAL COFFIN because Ciccolina framed it as the only thing that would keep her alive and they've entered into this exceedingly fucked up codependent dynamic where it's his job to do that for her psychologically as well as physically as a body guard. there doesn't seem to be any physical attraction or desire on his part through the whole thing but there is an unspoken idea that if someone who depends on him needs something from him, it's his duty to give it no matter what that does to him. Oh boy. Hey mr mafia boss man did you ever consider maybe y'know... getting your wife a fckn therapist instead and not have this whole Situation play out lmao

(Fujiko does seem to pick up on this fairly quick -- she tries a couple of rounds of her normal come-hither tactics, but it only takes her a few goes before she gets that no, he really is just uncomfortable and uninterested by the whole thing, but also... he won't use hard physical force to stop her, which is how she gets the drop on him eventually.)

then there's this at the end -- Fujiko is wearing Ciccolina's shade of green, lending credence to her saying Ciccolina reminded her of herself -- and thus essentially by being her co-conspirator in killing herself, she's in some small metaphoric way doing the same to herself. thus rendering Jigen only a completely baffled bewildered suicide weapon with very little agency in this situation lol. rather cruelly literalizing what he keeps telling people -- that he's just a hired gun; the magnum isn't just his life and his past, it's the sum total of what he's been living as (and it's been killing him!): a tool in other people's hands. at first I was a bit ?? about him getting out of the killing business under his own initiative, but when I look at it like that it makes sense -- in this continuity he sort of gets this last wakeup call that it's only so long he can keep lying to and dehumanizing himself before that takes over and becomes the truth. on the road he's on there's death ahead either literally or spiritually, and in this uh 'timeline' he gets out of there before he succumbs to it completely. (and as I've said before, I personally think First Contact!Jigen was actually further along that road when he met Lupin, so in an odd way this is a softer less broken Jigen, just in a much more fucked up show haha)

I do find it kind of heartbreaking how those completely central parts of him -- that capacity for dedication and care and loyalty and devotion, clearly yearning and fighting to still exist even within the supremely dysfunctional circumstances he's in -- both hurt him so bad and are maybe the biggest part of why the wakeup call works on him in this episode. he went and did something so completely counter to his own nature because he let himself be a tool with no will of its own for so long, and it startled him out of it, I think. (I mean she did also actively trick him in a truly screwed up way, but it is kind of the end station of how he's been living as well.)

with the added imagery of this being like a stage in this ep, they're also finally walking off the stage after Ciccolina's love note to death play is over, back into the world.

AND finally... here's a little thesis I have -- everything going on in TWCFM is always ultimately mostly about Fujiko in the end, even if she's not on screen for something. (and good for her honestly she deserves her day in the limelight.) so this little plot of Ciccolina's is actually telling us something about a part of Fujiko -- a reflection of someone who would want the only person who gave her hope to kill her, because...? because she wanted to force him into proving that the hope was never true after all, or as a test of it? because she thought he was the only one with the right to decide for her (after all in her mind he already did once)? because she wanted to hurt him as badly as he had hurt her by making her keep living? to show him something, since it's heavily implied he goes to that place in his head a lot as well? all of the above and more? well, there are some interesting parallels with the uncanny spoken word poetry in the opening credits here, huh, with its empty boys with nothing left to steal and the whole 'kill me, save me' setup of contradictions.

but then in episode 9 you have a very similar thematic thing going on where Fujiko sees herself in another woman and tries to destroy her as a way of destroying herself (rather more actively and viciously this time around of course lol), and instead of being reduced to the instrument to make it happen that time Jigen is the healthily protective nurturing force that stops her from being able to. Lupin might be the one to actually understand why she's doing it and in a way is what helps her stop before she goes through with it, but Jigen is the one who responds to an innocent abused girl in the middle of it all in, y'know, a human way. (The Woman Called Fujiko Mine!Lupin is like... an inscrutable unknowable trickster god come to gaze at Fujiko and Understand as if he can see the narrative from the outside, and he's quite hard to really like. get attached to for me, but I do like that his basic disposition is pretty much the same as always under that. and he is the one who brought Jigen in for this job too, like he knew he'd be needed.)

man I still have so many thoughts about it I can't quite explain, but it's definitely something about Ciccolina being an adult and the Tattooed Woman being coded as a child, essentially. Fujiko can work with the damaged and depressed but adult and in control through manipulation parts of herself, but she wants to utterly eradicate the young vulnerable innocent parts that have been hurt. which is not uncommonly how that works out in real life trauma too. (complicated a bit by the revelations in the last few eps, but thematically overall in the show I think this is what's happening).

#lupin iii #the woman called fujiko mine #fujiko mine #daisuke jigen #lupin iii meta #when I tell you this show does its most interesting storytelling in the art -- #also the things one could extrapolate from this about jigen's mom... deeply troubling at best #I have no background in actually analyzing art but I've just tried to pin my feelings to the page here and hope it does something haha #I have a vague nebulous idea that jigen is often framed against darkness in the rest of the series once he's 'on his own' #but that might also be because you often see him in night scenes at that point? still not a lot of bright colours #unless lupin is around as well tho #I do think it says something about this show that ep 2 was one of the LESS uncomfortable eps to watch for me lmao #like it's messed up but not the '...can I just fast forward through this part or skip it 😬' messed up like some of the others #(still trying to watch the last two through my fingers sfakdjfa) #man this is one of those 'brain is pressure cooker' exorcism posts I have way too much stuff in here and i can't hear myself think lol #there may also be some yin/yang dark/light female/male stuff going on? but I honestly don't know enough about any of that to say lol

[antique-ro-man]

*raises hand* i'd love to hear about the tma character costume progression ideas!!

Okay, so, this is going to be long, incomprehensible, and probably won't even cover all of my thoughts. Also a lot of this is inspired by other people's posts and art, though nothing specific enough that I can link to.

First things first: Color Palettes. As some of you might know, I have a small tendency to color code everything and anything. My thoughts essentially is to have a color palette associated with each entity which individual characters own color palettes lining up with these.

For example

This, more or less, is my Melanie color palette

(Image ID: Five stripes of color: Olive Green (49483A), Dark Blue (231F39), Purple (6A115E), Magenta (A81061), and Red (D50B34))

As she gets more and more usurped by The Slaughter, I can see more reds and black bleeding into her clothing.

Similarly, my Martin color palette is mainly teal, cyan, light blue, and a bit of tan and yellow and I can see him getting more and more desaturated over the course of Season Four.

Meanwhile, this is my Jon palette

(Image ID: Five stripes of color: Dark Brown (2A1C13), Dark Red (411811), Light Green (314429), Green (22321B), Dark Green (1C2518)

My thoughts are to use those warm reds and browns on Jon, whereas Elias' palette is more focuses on greys and blacks as a way to differentiating their characters while showing parallels with the green and making Jon seem more "human" and sympathetic.

Now, shifting the focus to Tim for a second, obviously there's a pretty clear image in the fanon of Tim's fashion (i'm talking to you Hawaiian shirts) and I really want to bring focus on that, while also showing his decline and depression throughout Season Two and Three. My idea?

Have his silhouettes stay similar and keep him in patterns, but less bright. Something like this:

(Image ID: Picture of a white man wearing a black polo shirt with white flowers printed on it)

This way, you can visually see his progression without it looking like he bought a whole new wardrobe just to sulk in (Also, everyone who says that Tim starts wearing really sarcastic t-shirts to work that almost definitely break the dress code, you are more than correct and I full heartedly agree).

Speaking of silhouettes, lets circle back to Jon (yes this is very chaotic and rambly thanks for noticing). I've seen a lot of people draw him, especially in season one, with sort of a buttoned-up professor vibe and I whole-heartedly agree. Season One, I'd say button-downs, slacks, maxi skirts, turtlenecks, blazers. As the series progresses, however, I'd say to loosen up a little with more polo shirts (or just untucked shirts), sweatshirts/hoodies, sweaters, long-sleeved casual shirts, even t-shirts (especially after his trip to America). Loosing layers is also a great way of showing him because more vulnerable!! A similar technic can be applied for Daisy, I think. On the other hand, along with the color palette stuff I mentioned earlier, I can see Martin becoming more buttoned-up in Season Four.

Also I think that Elias should have an owl pin on his lapel.

Okay that's all my thoughts at the moment, but if anyone's interested, I might post more of the Entity or Character Palettes and/or some character costume inspiration boards.

Thank you, @cyan-silver

#the magnus archives #tma #melanie king #timothy stoker #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #elias bouchard

[lifeintheworldtocome]

Chapter 1

Life was good to him in Snowchester. 

Sometimes, after a long day spent with their son and husband, they would all pass out together on the couch in Micheal’s room. They loved those nights, even if they would kill their neck, since they were too tall to fit on the couch properly and their head would hang off the sofa’s arm.

They’d spend hours coloring with their young son, or dancing, or napping. They’d bring little treats— golden apples or carrots, cookies, slices of cake.

They and Tubbo would bicker lightheartedly over Micheal’s room decor, saying things were in the wrong places and things like that.

They’d help Micheal hang his drawings on the walls, getting to the places their son couldn’t reach. There were perks to being eight and a half feet tall, after all. Micheal would sternly squeak directions at them, gesturing wildly at where he wanted the art.

But one day, a trip to check in on his work-in-progress mansion would ruin it all.

Or so it seemed.

There was a pond- more of a lake, in Ranboo’s opinion, but that’s beside the point- on the way there that they always had to walk around. It seemed almost man-made to them, getting very deep very quickly. Today, he was being particularly reckless (and a bit stupid, but we forgive them) and not paying it any mind.

They didn’t remember falling in.

All they remembered was the searing, immobilizing pain. They felt like he was on fire. No- worse than that. All he remembered was feeling like he was being pushed into the sun, into the lava pits of the Nether. All they remembered was the pain wrapping around him like an embrace.

When he woke up, things registered slowly. 

They could feel fabric pressing against his chest- warm, soft fabric, softer and warmer than back home.

He stirred, then woke.

It only occurred to him after about five minutes to wonder where he was, and to be worried. He sat up slowly, realizing that he was in a vaguely familiar bedroom. Nothing that they could place, just.. familiar. He stood, eyes roaming the room, settling on his shoes, shirt, and vest sitting on the dresser. He wondered briefly how they had been separated from him as he pulled all three on, along with his tie that had been settled underneath them, then glanced around once more. On the bedside table, his crown, ring, and earrings were placed neatly alongside each other. They put all of them on and wandered out of the room.

Looking around, he could see that he wasn’t in the Overworld anymore. Nearly everything was a desaturated purple or a milky off- white. He could see small, dark figures far below him. The sky was a dark purple-grey, and a great winged lizard was circling ten black pillars. He realized that he was in a tall building, and he was suddenly hit by a wave of nausea and had to look away.

“Ranboo!” A young voice cried. “You’re awake!”

He turned to see a young Enderfragment jogging down the hall at him. She flung her arms around him, and he noticed that she was only a little shorter than him— just a few inches between them. He tensed, a little confused. “Who’s- who’re you?” He said softly.

“What, don’t you remember me?” The Enderfrag said happily, releasing him. They studied her. She was wearing a flowing, sleeveless purple dress and had dark skin, her even darker hair pulled up into a loose bun. They glanced at her face, then did a double-take. Her eyes were green- almost the same shade theirs were. She looked at them expectantly.

“Well?”

#ranboo #ranboo fanfiction #ranboo dsmp #ranboo fanfic #beloved family #beeduo fanfic #basil writes #'enderfrag/enderfragment' means young enderman btw!!! just to clear up any confusion lol

[res-sen-selfshipping]

Jojo Dreamlog #8

So uhhh this one is a pretty personal dream. Or at least it starts out that way... There are a lot of college and princess (visual) themes and “sibling” rivalry. Sibling in quotations because this person is actually no longer my sibling but we were step siblings for a time and our relationship was sour but in the dream we’re still siblings, I think...

The dream starts out in the basement of the house I used to live in with this sibling, but this basement is a mega 100% upgrade from its reality and so is the rest of the house. I’m playing princess with the kids hanging out here and all their play-pretend toys are super high quality, but I can’t remember the important plot point at this point in the dream. I just remember that fairytales were brought up and it was relevant.

Outside is Alaska snowy for whatever reason and the sun comes out and step sis is like “omg its so cold” but I go to college in New York, so I’m kind of used to it and because the sun is shining I just start peeling my layers because I’m too hot and I can take it. She thinks I’m insane and judges me for it but I indirectly call her a weakling since I have no patience to retort otherwise. I hate her, I am tired of her, she exhausts me, and I wish she’d go away.

At first we’re still at the house--outside--and I’m with my littler brother. In the dream he’s younger than he is in reality but not by many years. We walk and we end up by this apartment looking place where the snow has reached 2 feet? Maybe more. A snow storm had just finished and we’re exiting out of the building. Step sis starts talking about her boyfriend and I hold in my irritation. 

My brother wanders around and goes to play with the snow as I accompany him. Eventually he goes to spend time with his dad and step sis and I leave the apartment area to go to the shore. All her friends meet up with her and their aura is filled with bougie superficiality and convenience that I can’t stand it and keep my distance. It’s like she’s flaunting the best life could ever give anyone right in my face; things I’ve always wanted.

I don’t know where we’re going anymore. We were heading to the shore but where we end up is actually a cove and quite suddenly step sis challenges me versus her and all of her friends on a treasure hunt race. They have fancy boats to transverse the cove while I have nothing. The cove is beautiful, however: I stand on multicolored gravel--a bit desaturated so collectively it seems grey but it is only because individually their radiance clashes--and iridescent aquamarine water calmly flows as the step sister and her friends tear through the peaceful waters with their high-end boats and grating laughter. The walls of stone cliffs are not gray, but a warm, desaturated, magenta lined a medium-gray purpled  with the ceiling covered in clear, yellow crystal the emulates the sun. The lighting makes you feel like you’re outside, yet you are undoubtedly within a confined space.

I know I was set up to fail; I have no method to search, and no clues to get me started. I am left with a feeling of anger and emptiness as I know I can do nothing. I stand and stare when I am suddenly addressed.

“Why are you here? And who are you?”

The voice reveals to me a siren; I know it’s Bruno, but surprise does not escape me. How could it be that a siren lives here? I’ve never met him before in this dream and the cove seems almost devoid of life. Despite confusion still buried under the doubt, denial, and anger, I answer his questions calmly but not without sorrow. He offers to take me across towards the other shore and be my guide, to which I graciously accept and offer my thanks. We chat on the way there; only small talk and enough to catch him up on my predicament. 

When we get there, there is no shore and I have to climb up a cliff to obtain the “treasure”; it seems to be transverse easily. The “treasure” in question has no physical form when I obtain it, I just know that it is what I was looking for. Although I know have bested the others against all odds, I am not filled with joy or excitement. I completed a task and although I’ll get even, the treasure merely feels like just an object and my triumph will only be short lived because it doesn’t solve the overlying issue that will continue to plague me even when the whole ordeal is done. 

When I return, Bruno doesn’t understand why I look so solemn to which I explain my thinking. In honesty his kindness brings me peace and a want to never go back, but I know I have to. It’s silent and empty in the cove, but it is peaceful and without torment. And even then, he’s offered me so much without costs, it feels distasteful to leave without giving him something in return. Even so, I have nothing to offer and the guilt slowly begins to build. He understands but refuses my offer. I don’t understand why, but I can do nothing but comply to his wishes. We talk a little more before we set off to return, admiring the tranquility of the cove. Maybe I’ll be able to come back... Our travel is quiet, and through the rushing water, I hope it never ends.

The dream ends here.

#sen’s dream log #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #bruno bucciarati

[petitpsds]

psd tutorial!!

okay guys so finally it’s here- today i’ll be showing you how to make any kind of soft psd! i will include an in depth tutorial with tips.

Part one: creating the psd.

step 1: find the image you’ll be using. now for me, i create psds based on the tone of the image. because i find that if you make a (in example) purple toned psd and try to add it to a warm toned almost orange-ish photo, it won’t look the best.  step 2 (optional): find an inspiration! lately i’ve been really really inspired by velvestuff unnie!!! i really enjoy how visually pleasing and aesthetic her soft icons are. they’re literally perfection and i dont think it’s possible for anyone to try and replicate her edits. but it’s ok to be inspired! set goals. otherwise, you won’t really have a base to your edits.  to create a purple/pink/brown psd in photoshop, it can be essential and effective yet optional to use the follower:

brightness & contrast ( main ): these two are mainly important for either brightening or darkening your psd. it’ll serve as a key factor.

vibrance: sometimes you’ll find your psd to be TOO vibrant and orangey. you’ll use this to tone down the image.

color balance ( main ): color balance is a huge factor in my opinion. it’s what will allow your photo to be either purple/pink toned or orange/brown tone. you’ll be seeing me using this a lot in my psds.

black & white ( main, if too contrasted ): to me, black & white substitutes as a contrast, but the good thing about this tool is that it’ll either tone down the red hues or make it darker, as well as the yellow hues.

photo filter ( main ): this’ll substitute the vibrance. you’ll see why it’s important by the end of this tutorial.

channel mixer: this will serve as a color balance option. it’s helpful for boosting red, yellow, and blue hues.

color lookup (sometimes optional): this tool will help get a color tone to your photos. let’s say i want something more pink; then i’ll use a pink color lookup and set the opacity low.

gradient map & solid colors ( main ): also important. serves as a color balance substitute and could tone down the vibrance or could raise the brightness. i always recommend using these in ‘color’.

i’ll be using this photo to start off:

step one: i’ll start off using the brightness tool. here i’ll lower the brightness down to -9 & the contrast to -23.

step two: then, i’ll proceed to add a solid color (aka color fill) of this shade. after doing so, i’ll change the setting to “color” and lower the fill to 37.

step three: then, i’ll proceed to use the color filter with these settings.

and so far we already have this layer lineup, and these are the results so far.

it’s up to you if you’d like to add more filters to your photos, but this is the base for a purple/brown psd that looks good on dark/semi bright photos and lq photos. i’ll continue on to add to this look to make it more purple and brown so follow along! step four: i’ve added a color balance layer and changed out the photo to test my psd to see how drastically it’d change: but it didn’t. but then again, since psd edits appear different on phone screens, i started to mess with the color balance to get a more purple look, so that the purple doesn’t get cancelled out on phone screens and still remains pretty. so i used the following settings:

i applied this color balance layer UNDERNEATH the solid color and photo filter layer, because if you add this on the top of everything, the blue will be overpowering. if you do not want a heavy blue filter on your edit, always apply a solid color, gradient, or color balance layer underneath a solid color that’ll lower the vibrance of your edit. and with this setting:

my outcome was:

and if you haven’t noticed, i did apply my softer action which you can find over here!

soo, now that you have the basis of your pink/brown/blue psd, you can continue to mess around with the same steps as before! 

part two: tips

— stay away from hues. if you do decide to use hues, set the opacity to no more than 5%. this is because an overused hue can cancel out colors that’ll make your psd look decent. if you want to use a high opacity hue layer, at least use it on an image that you set your hue color to. (if i use a pink hue, i’ll use it on a pink photo) but make sure it’s not colorful, so it’ll look better on a pink and white photo [[like a cafe photo or ulzzang photo]]. because what the hue will do to a pink photo with brown in it is give the brown an unpleasant purple pink tone and i’ll just look not good. so overall: avoid hues. try to use the “color” option instead if you would like a color to pop more. — if you’re creating a soft psd, use a soft action! i’ve created one on my blog. an action is basically a group of <<literally>> actions created in photoshop. so lets say i want to take this sharpen and blur then noise i added onto my image, and apply it to another one; it cuts the work of redoing it over and over. so you just record what you want to be done to another photo and boom, you have an action! — keep in mind, you will always have to adjust a psd. even if you made a psd that looks amazing on a couple of photos with the same tones, one will always be maybe too orange or maybe too blue, and with that you’ll have to balance it out. if your edit comes out with a overruling color, use color balance to tone it down the opposite way. for example, if your photo comes out really pink and you aren’t satisfied, use color balance on the blues or yellows to make it more neutral. these would most likely be the things you’ll encounter when changing a psd. other than that, you should be satisfied with your creation! — contrast will either be your blessing or your curse. sometimes, it’s easy to get carried away with lowering you contrast, this is because it does! do not be hesitant to lower your contrast down. but just no to the point where it greys out your photo and looks dullish. also, do not be afraid to use the default black & white gradient. set it to ‘soft light’ and lower the opacity and voila, you get a decent and balanced looking psd that’s not too consumed by low contrast. — as you know, sometimes your icons after you post them will look somewhat different once you view them from your phone. technically, you cannot fix it. this is because you phone and computer have different screen viewings and color schemes (this is the easiest way i can explain it after researching about it for so long) it’ll typically desaturate your photo and make it look dull sometimes. what you can do is take time and observe well... it looks really desaturated on my phone screen? i’ll turn the saturation up just a bit.  just use that mindset and you’ll be set! just remember, the less vibrant a psd is through photoshop, it’ll look even more less vibrant through your phone screen and on tumblr. — don’t be afraid of lowering vibrance though! well, instead of lowering the vibrance, i just use the photo filter and set it to #333230 or #393633. these will act as a low vibrance but it’ll also add almost a greyish purple tint, which’ll come out pretty. — sometimes, it’ll be best to lower the opacity of a psd but most of the times, you shouldn’t have to. because a psd should never have too much overruling colors. so, lowering the opacity to most layers will help out SO MUCH. you don’t want a photo that’ll be colorful. you want it to look balanced and neat. — most of the time, you’ll have to be careful when selecting photos. because not only will it be for the sake of aesthetic and neatness; it’s simply also because not all psds will look good on every photo out there. most psds will look good on certain photos, and when you find a perfect photo to match the psd, just use the same color scheme or theme with your other photos. so yeah, thats all everyone!! feel free to leave any concerns or message me if i missed something and i’ll add it onto this post! happy editing, and i truly hope i addressed everything and helped you guys with insight.

#psd #photoshop #learn photoshop #Photoshop resources #photoshop coloring #itsphotoshop #soft #soft packs #soft psd #soft icons #wasirahulspsd #opulencepsd #PSD COLORING #psd colorings #Resources #psd resources #chaoticresources #completeresources #petitpsds #tutorial #how to make a soft psd #photoshop help #ps help #ps resources #PS #PSDs

[brackets002]

“Why did you do it?”

They had flown alongside each other in silence for some time; She asked this after staring at the Vessel for several minutes. With the Seals long broken their body had begun to reflect their true age; they weren't yet nearly as tall as the Hollow Knight had become, but their proportions fit their size better and they did not threaten to topple from the weight of their mask. So too had grown their stolen wings, which were strong enough now to carry them in flight; pale, finely scaled gossamer that beat hard and then stilled, allowing them to glide. The ragged cloak the Vessel had been born in was exchanged now for the armor and furred mantle of a Nailmaster; their old nail, modified to fit their new size, was hung on their hip and swayed in the rushing winds. When She spoke and they turned their head to look at Her, the scar down the middle of their porcelain visage was nearly imperceptible from the years since its creation.

The Radiance probed the surface layer of their mind as though She had struck them with a Dream Nail, but all She registered was a confusion regarding Her question. She looked ahead again, steering Her own flight, and said, “You repaired your mask after dragging Me into the Void. You tried to abandon godhood and became this.” With one arm, without looking, She gestured towards their body. “Why?”

No answer, at first, was offered. She could feel emotions swirling under the surface thoughts their consciousness limited Her to, half-formed words and spiraling phrases that told Her they were searching for the right words. When they formed at last a sentence, it was the face of a storm of synonyms and connotations. Language was an odd thing for how little it conveyed. I wanted a life of my own carried just beneath it feelings of bitterness and hope, a glimpse at a dozen memories, a desperation for agency. Even simply I signified musings of who “I” was, a struggle for a name. Vessel, Knight, Shadow, My Friend, Ghost, Little Ghost, Ghost of Hallownest, I am Ghost.

The Radiance ignored all of this. She focused on the sentence as they had built it.

“A life?” She said, a little contemptuously. “Is that all? A life of mortal toil and suffering? Divinity is a life, Lord of Shades, one infinitely superior to that of this minuscule shape. The power I commanded at My peak...you passed up omnipotence, mastery of your domain, to wear gaudy armor and swing a blade. You’re a fool.”

I am not the Lord of Shades, their thoughts thundered. (Under the backtrack in thought was what the Radiance recognized as phrases they had tried to say simultaneously: god of a grave, king of siblings slaughtered, eldritch, alone.) That thing may live in me, but I nearly lost my mind to it. Divinity was death (loss of I…). They stopped briefly to beat their wings; in the moment’s silence this brought, they scanned the barren ground below and allowed themselves to calm. They considered and said, It was too great a sacrifice not to hesitate in making. I fought to rid the world of you, and I believed I could have the chance to live in such a world.

“So it was out of spite?”

Most of my decisions are out of spite. We have a commonality there. But no.

“Make up your mind. You just said--”

I found a SELF, Ghost pronounced. I learned I could be more than a Vessel (king’s toy, empty, hollow knight, sacrifice, nameless), more than a killer (feral thing, storm-lashed, murderer, vicious beast, nameless)...Their thoughts continued to wrestle with each other, and the Radiance laughed loudly. Her course through the air momentarily drifted as She guffawed, then She adjusted Her furred wings and banked a little closer to Her companion.

“That just makes you even more of a fool!” She replied. “What are you but a Vessel and a killer, if you refuse to be the Lord of Shades? What is a Nailmaster but a bug trained in death? And your status as a Vessel cannot be escaped, unless of course you embrace the Void entirely. Do you always contradict your own reasons like this?”

Do you always pretend to exist in a vacuum?

That reply came with a maelstrom of biting words and seething rage behind it. Her flight wavered again as She was buffeted by buried screams of memory: a single, purple moth croaking out explanations, alongside a thousand orange pustules and the eyes of attacking husks. The condemnation was clear. But with the meanings they pushed on Her were those they had meant to reserve for themselves: an elderly bug clutching a beautiful flower, those same flowers decorating a grave, a tall pillbug wearing a white mask as a hat, a broken Vessel reaching for them as it died, an enormous bug in Nailmaster’s armor, Hornet. These flickered through Her eyes too fast see clearly, but the weight they held in the Vessel’s mind shook Her more than the recollection of infection did.

The Lord of Shades has no one. Eternity alone with all those Shades (echoes, siblings, dead, regrets)? I cannot abide the thought. I love them, I always shall...but there are things outside the Abyss I love as well. Their explanation paused as the two of them flew beneath a storm cloud, the arcs within illuminating them in harsh blue-white. But Ghost’s mind had crescendoed with the thought of loved ones. As the Radiance searched for a train of coherent thought, a kind of peace filled them as though they had forgotten who they flew with. I found friends. A sister. A bug who considered me progeny (his student, his child, heir, fellow, beloved). I wanted a future with them. A future, in the world that taught me I could love and be loved. I rejected godhood because I decided I deserved a future.

“So you aren’t only a fool, you’re also pathetic. Mortals have no future, we blink and they’re gone.”

Of course, I was wrong to believe I deserved that. My work wasn’t finished, for you still live. And you, glorified lumafly? If you despise this condition so much, why not stay submerged within the Void? You almost make it seem preferable to this form.

Looking down again at the body in question, the Radiance scowled. Gone were Her metallic legs, gone were the ever-changing and prehensile wings, and gone was Her crown of horns; climbing out of the Abyss, shaking, She had been horrified to find Herself reborn as little more than a tall moth. Alabaster fuzz covered most of Her body, ending just before the claws of Her legs and four arms. Her wings, now a desaturated yellow-grey with only traces of gold patterning, hung limply around Her like a cloak when unused; flying on them now, though those golden circles shone brightly, She could barely stand to look at them for their relative drabness. The reflections She had seen of Her face had been similarly disgusting; two bristled antennae, angled forward and out in crude mockery of Her old horns, swayed in every breeze. She didn’t want to consider how they looked now, buffeted by the winds of Her flight and the harsh lands below. The only true sign of what She had once been was the constant glow of Her yellow eyes, and that only served to confuse and frighten those who saw it.

She seethed at the thought of those bugs’ uncomprehending faces. “How are those circumstances at all comparable?!” She demanded, and when a silent chuckle rolled through the Vessel’s thoughts She grew only angrier. “Had I known I would be reduced so, perhaps I would have stayed drowned! But I was powerless, cold, dying without end, do you understand? You passed up all the power of the Void to have your ridiculous ‘future,’ but I? I?” The Radiance stared at the ground hundreds of feet below, recalling the despair She had felt immersed in the sea of shadow; the despair that hadn’t truly left Her since. “...I was forced to choose between torture in the dark and this weak, drab, finite shape. I don’t know if I chose well. Both fates were horrors beyond anything I could have conceived.”

She had hoped to stir some sympathy within Her companion, but Her words seemed to have the opposite effect. Beneath Ghost’s surface thoughts boiled an anger renewed. Whisperings of how dare you and selfish moron were discernible in snatches, until they formed a sentence to project to Her. Woe to the god gone mad, Ghost thought. Forced to endure a consequence for the first time in her existence, a horror no doubt eclipsing all the pain and death her infection wrought. To think a single apocalyptic tantrum could have brought this upon her. Awful, truly.

“Sarcasm shouldn’t be attempted without a mouth,” the Radiance noted aloud. “You convey both too much and too little. I don’t know why I expected you to understand, Lord of Shades. You’ve never known what it is to be immersed within your own element, only to be attacked and suffocated by your oldest enemy. Nor have you ever felt the love of worshipers.”

And you, contrarily, have never known any other kind of love (siblings, teachers, friends, quirrel, quirrel, quirrel…). I do not envy you for having the likes of the Moss Prophet to babble your praises. If it weren’t for who you were and all you’ve done, I might have pitied you.

The Radiance glared at the horizon as She withdrew Her attention from their thoughts, blocking out whatever else they may have wanted to say. “I cannot wait,” She murmured, lowering Her gaze to scan the ground below, “until the day we can treat each other as enemies once again.” She didn’t have to look to know that Ghost shared the sentiment—and was probably tightening their hold on their nail, dreaming of that very moment. Speaking louder She added, “Pharloom isn’t far from here. Follow me, we’re nearly there.” With a shining flap of Her wings She began to accelerate.

#hollow knight #fanfic #twilight of the gods #ghost #radiance #nailmaster ghost #preview for an upcoming story #...probably

[umbralabraxant]

>Mirrored.

To anyone entering the room, nothing would look out of the ordinary. Books and boxes were resting where they had been for the past few days, assorted humps of clothes were stacked haphazardly but at ease. The only new addition to this room was a Handmirror, placed towards the back, stacked neatly on top of several boxes. Its glass was dark but reflective, hiding its portal expertly.

Raven was inside of it, though one would never know that simply through observation.

The Mindscape was much healthier than it had been the last time Raven visited. The skies were once again dark with no distant, far off red sparks. The trees had black leaves and the various spirit ravens were disinterested, at best, with white eyes. They didn’t even seem to notice the Empath as she scoured her inner selves.

Greetings hadn’t been long. A hug there, a comforting here. The facets of her Emotions were far less mercurial than they had been in her youth, much more manageable now that she’d had a few years of attunement with them. Even their colors, once starkly different than her own, were far more unified and all shared a cool tint.

“...So... you haven’t seen her?” Raven asked, quirking a brow.

“No! If she’s here, she’s doing a good job of hiding!” Pink sat and lounged, running her hands through the length of her hair. She seemed to enjoy the difference, twisting it and braiding it as she swung her legs.

“...That doesn’t mean she isn’t here.” Grey spoke. Her hands found the edges of her cloak and she closed it tightly around herself. It seemed as though speaking at all was taxing to her. Purple was there almost immediately, pulling Grey into a sitting embrace and combing careful fingers through the tangles of Grey’s hair. “Shh, she’s not.”

“No. I... I think she is here. Grey is right.” Raven spoke, knitting her brow beneath the darkness of her hood. “We’re better to be cautious than to be optimistic here.”

“But, you like, totally banished Tri-”

“Don’t. Don’t say his name.” Raven interrupted Orange. Orange scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out, not caring for Rae’s censorship. She all but blew a raspberry before the Central Empath rose up into the air and flew above the multicolored meeting. If Red wasn’t in attendance, it meant one of two things:

She had been destroyed when Saro blasted Trigon’s influence from Raven’s body. or She was hiding and biding her time, she was a particularly insidious and violent snake in the grass.

“Stay here.” Raven spoke to her Emotions. While Orange immediately began to complain, she was silenced rather quickly by Yellow and Purple. The communal area was the safest at the moment, central to all of the Domains and out of sight. If Red wanted to attack, she would have to expose herself first.

As Raven flew, she mulled things over. If the mirror at her Apartment had been any indication, she should check the Reflection Pools. It seemed as good a place as any for Red to be hiding, to be viewing and growing like a tumor in the walls of the Mindscape. The flight didn’t take long, not that time mattered at all in this place.

As the Empath descended onto the surface of the pools, the toe of her boot touching its placid waters and sending a singular ripple out towards the jagged edges of the body, her eyes scanned and searched for even the barest hint of crimson amongst the stones and foliage. It was a search that wasn’t necessary. A hand broke through the surface of the Reflection Pool and dragged Raven beneath it in a violent undertoe to the darkest depths in a matter of moments. Air billowed uselessly from Raven’s lips in a stifled silence. The murky darkness of the Reflection Pool consumed her and her interloper, and soon she found herself floating directionless in the voided black of Deep Introspection. It was here she saw her, Red; though... she’d never seen Red look quite the way she did now.

Red looked haggard. Her white hair was wild and untamed, still cropped short and burnt a charcoal black at its ends. Her skin was a deep red, burnt and desaturated. The only part that looked at all like her were the glowing red eyes, four of them, that stared into Raven as through they were attempting to bore straight through her. The blue Witch took a breath of the deepwater, and just like that was able to breathe and speak once more.

“...I knew you’d be here.” There was no malice, just a resigned bluntness. Red didn’t react, she just stayed there floating, cloak and hair tousled by the moving streams of Introspection. “Are you too weak to speak? What do you expect to get out of this?” The space between them was unchanging, neither party moving closer or farther away.

“Are you happy?” Red asked, voice twinged with a kind of wrongness that made Raven’s skin crawl.

“...Yes.”

“Do you think you deserve it? How long do you think your happiness will last?” As Red speaks, her mouth doesn’t move. Her voice whispers around them from all angles.

“Yes. Absolutely. I don’t need to be punished for your choices, your actions. I am not you.”

“So it wasn’t you that destroyed those Universes? Wrought that destruction?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” Raven stated plainly. “I think that’s because you don’t have a single answer.”

“...I have many answers. I know what you are doing, Rachel. I know how it will fail. I know what the Fates have in store for you. You are not allowed happiness, it’s not in your Destiny. A thing like you, like us, is only meant to Destroy. Do you want to destroy Saro? She doesn’t deserve that. Every day you spend there, in the Universe that doesn’t belong to you, the higher the risk of hurting those you care about.

It’s shocking how selfish you are, after everything you’ve done. Do you really think that this is your happy ending? Do you think that this is a reward you’re owed?”

“--Raven.” The Empath replied, moving to close the distance between herself and the Red visage.

“Excuse me?”

“My name. It’s Raven.” The space between them was almost completely closed, less than an arm’s length away. Red didn’t move, confusion twisted on her features. A deep frown painted her lips as she stared at Raven, bewilderment clear on her face.

“...I forgive myself for what you made me do. I plan on setting it right as soon as I can. Your words have no power over me, not now, not here. If you rise against me we’ll crush you again, and again, and again. As many times as it takes. I know this is hard to understand...” Raven speaks, lashing out with sluggish hand to grip the arm of Red and pull her closer. She doesn’t resist.

“...but you aren’t in control of me anymore.” Following her words, Raven brought Red into a tight embrace, a crushing one, a powerful lock of her arms around the frail and damaged form of the last shreds of Trigon’s Might that brewed inside her mind.

“If you don’t stay here, right here and only here, I will destroy you. Live in these depths forever. It’s more than what you deserve.”

With that, Raven’s eyes opened. Her body manifested in the room, holding the Mirror, gazing into her own reflection. The mirror was replaced into one of the many boxes in the room, wrapped in a bolt of black velvet and tucked between books and trinkets.

    All things considered, that went well...

#drabble; #plot; #emotional abuse//

[renewablenergon-main]

Analysis of the Bosses' Eyes

@icykalisartblog wrote these after we discussed how to describe the pokemon villains through a single trait in their design. I thought they were really good and they have given me permission to post it on their behalf!

Giovanni's eyes are similar in shape to a Persian's, but are darker and more sunken due to his age. Persian's Dex entries mention that it is somewhat feminine (it is compared to a "proud queen"), that it is lithe yet powerful, fickle and mean, and attacks anyone who looks it in the eye. All of these details apply to Giovanni as well. Giovanni's hiding his eyes with his hat is a sign of how far he has fallen and of his shame.

Archie's irises are sharp and his eyes are usually not fully open. This makes him resemble a predator. Then he has the slashes on his face that make him similar to his signature pokemon, Sharpedo. Concept art that shows Archie looking up shows that only the whits of his eyes become visible, which looks freaky and even more fishlike.

Maxie's eyes are similar to Archie's because they are different characters who fufill the same role in-game. However, his lids are visible, so he looks more like his signature pokemon, Camerupt. The half-lidded eyes also make him appear to be snooty and stoic. His glasses further increase the distance between him and the people around him, and the things extending from his glasses are like little shields that block out everything. When Maxie loses, his glasses almost fall off because he's just recieved a wake-up call, essentially.

Cyrus's eyes are icy cold and usually give off a thousand-yard stare. They are also very large, indicating Cyrus's penchant for observing and crafting his surroundings carefully. They are also sunken, suggesting he has aged prematurely. Cyrus's eye color is more washed-out then Team Galactic's usual color schemes, highlighting how Cyrus doesn't fit with everyone else and his cold personality. Once again, they look similar to Weavile's eyes. Also, one of Weavile's Dex entries states, "They live in cold regions, forming groups of four or five that hunt prey with impressive coordination." Who else formed a group of four (in DP) or five (in Platinum) and tried to hunt a target by carefully manipulating and coordinating a group?

In a twist on the other bosses' eyes, Ghetsis's eye is never half-lidded. He always wants to observe everyone around him, which makes sense. Plus, his eye is usually open a little bit too wide while his eyebrow is tense at the same time, showing how crazed and stressed he is. In addition, Ghetsis's eyes look like semicircles, but it's because the area under his eye is tense all the time. In BW2, Ghetsis gains an eye bag under it, one sign of his degradation. His eye is bright red, which suggests blood, passion, rage, and Satan, and the color stands out from his desaturated green hair. Ghetsis's single eyebrow is also an odd shape, with a spike on the side opposite his tear duct. This indicates that something is dangerous and off about him. His eyepatches have spikes that counterbalance his eyebrow.

Colress's eyes are pointy and look hexagonal, echoing the other hexagons present in his outfits--the symbolism of this shape and how it relates to Colress, I still don't know. Colress never opens his eyes completely in any of his appearences, which makes him look cold, amused, and unaffected by anything going on around him. Also, because his eyelids are down, his irises look rectangular, making him look robotic. His eye color is a slightly greenish yellow, a color that looks very artificical. Colress's eyebrows never change position, suggesting that he either isn't feeling anything at all or is pleased all the time. Colress has glasses that obscure his eyes (in BW2) or are hexagonal and whose lenses are barely visible (USUM). Colress has a tendency to look down with just his eyes without moving the rest of his body, which shows how he's in control of his subjects.

Lysandre's eyes look well-manicured, with little details that look like "wings" made with eyeliner. From what I understand, this look is called cat eyes, which would make sense because he owns a Pyroar and is interested in fashion. However, his eyes are sky blue, which is a big change from his orange, red, and black color scheme. Blue eyes are often considered attractive and rare, which is how many people in-game view Lysandre. It also highlights his soulful, emotional nature. When he is angry, his irises look like they shrink (!) which might show that his caring side is not his true self. His eyes generally have a lot of shine in them, which makes sense because he is the only boss to cry in-game. Blue eyes are also associated with heaven, which works with Lysandre's goals. Also, I can't help but mention the connection between blue eyes, genocide, and eugenics. Lysandre also wears sunglasses that do match his color scheme. Those sunglasses sport a popular design (with the horizontal bars) and show that Lysandre is too far gone by the time he puts them on.

Guzma's eye color is a pale grey that looks very similar to the whites of his eyes, making him look more like a bug. His eyebrows are thick and dark, which indicates that he is young, dangerous, and full of life. The sunglasses he wears before disbanding his team are literally bent out of shape, which is why replacing them shows a change in his character and a distancing from his thuggish bullying of others. There is a break in his new sunglasses, though, which might suggest that he altered his old ones instead of getting a new pair. He has purple eyeshadow on, which both makes him look like a stereotypical thief and causes him to appear older than he actually is. Because he has lines around his eyes in addition to the eyeshadow, it may also be that he uses the make-up to disguise wrinkles due to stress or some health issue, mental or physical. The purple eyeshadow is also reminiscent of a black eye, which hints to his past experiences. 

Lusamine's right eye is always hidden by her hair, meaning she is hiding part of herself. Her eyes are two distinct colors--bright green and gold. The green may indicate jealousy or greed, and might also show the part of her that is attached to her children, or perhaps her desire to protect the habitats of pokemon and preserve life. The yellow could be her connection to Aether. Also, the lines between the two colors show that something about Lusamine isn't integrated properly. The fact that Lusamine's eyelashes are usually hidden helps make her eyes look similar to Lillie's, Gladion's, and Mohn's all at once. Lusamine's eyes are more almond-shaped, both conventionally beautiful and sharp. Her eyes are often hidden by shadows that are cast by her hair, showing that she is dark and menacing.

#pokemon #rainbow rocket #pkmn villains #Rocket Boss Giovanni #magma leader maxie #galactic boss cyrus #plasma leader ghetsis #team plasma colress #flare boss lysandre #Skull Boss Guzma #aether president lusamine #aqua leader archie

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Little Vyvyan (written 29th November 2018)

a potion temporarily turns Vyvyan into a baby and Rick has to care for him until he finds a cure.

Chapter 1

It was like any other day Vyvyan and Rick were chasing each other in the kitchen while Neil and Mike were focusing on other things

“I’m going to get you this time Vyvyan!” Rick yelled as he dashed across the room tagging behind Vyvyan who was tackling him like a dog fighting a cat.

“I doubt that snail legs” Vyvyan smirked as kept running

Mike was at the kitchen table reading the paper while Neil was setting out the breakfast for that morning....small pancakes,

once  he had set the table he repeatedly hit the frying pan with a spoon

The clattering noise stopped Rick and Vyvyan in their tracks

Mike looked up and alerted the two “You heard him”

They stopped fighting and stood quietly with Vyvyan accidentally slamming Rick’s hand with the fridge door while they charged over to the table,

They sat down and devoured the pancakes while complaining about the news of that day

just as they were enjoying their meal the doorbell went

“Who could be calling this early in the morning” moaned Neil

“I think it’s going to be the plot device used for this story,” Mike said winking at the audience

Neil timidly admonished “Uh sorry but we aren’t accepting visitors so could you kindly leave…”

Neil was cut off by a loud Russian English businessman who had barged in “Don’t give me any of that doormat  I’ve come to return something to you”

Jerzi then reached into his pocket and took out a can of coca-cola and placed it on the counter

waving at them he said "Good Day." before he walked out and shut the door

Mike and Neil were puzzled by the mysterious coke can, they had a mysterious coke can like that before but this was different, the coke was more regular coke than diet which was what Neil usually bought

Mike examined the can before placing it in the fridge

Later on, Neil went out shopping into the local marketplace (which he had started working at) and Mike was doing nothing as usual

Rick was finishing typing up a Marxism book analysis for his course and Vyvyan was just listening to music.

In between the sounds of Iron Maiden and Saxon Vyvyan started to feel thirsty he slouched out of the sofa and made his way to the fridge

As he flung open the door, he picked up a coke can, not a fresh coke can, the mysterious desaturated coke can Jerzi had given them, he cracked it open and glugged the can down

When he in the middle of typing his finishing paragraph Rick could overhear a  *BANG* sound it was almost like a confetti-filled thunderstorm.

He saved his work and got off his laptop heading into the kitchen to investigate

When he walked inside he could see the coke can had caused an explosion as

almost *magic* type effects were moving around the walls as the coke can sprayed it remains like it had just been filled with mento mints

He was beyond confused to what was going on as he stepped over to the big purple cloud in front of him, it burst like a firework, kneeling down flicking his eyes when he could see someone….

In the corner of his eye, he could see..a toddler but this toddler had an orange spiky trihawk, star stickers on his head and punk clothes

The toddler chuckled when he looked up, down and at himself

Rick mumbled, “V-Vyvyan?”

The punk looking toddler started a crying fit, hitting the floor with his fists while he rolled around

The toddler had a gravelly raspy voice….a voice suspiciously similar

Rick looked around and noticed adult sized Vyvyan had disappeared this made him realise what the explosion had caused

He picked up little Vyvyan and held him

He cradled him back and forth trying to settle him “Sssh, it’s ok I’m here”

Vyvyan kept crying

Rick just continued to cradle him  until he felt, a stinging sensation from his finger

“Ow!, you, in any other situation Rick would yell “bastard!”  but he didn’t this time he just laughed it off

When Neil and Mike walked home they could see little Vyvyan shaking one of Neil’s Wicca good luck jewels, while Rick was moving his hands from his eyes playing peekaboo with him.

Neil walked in “Wow I didn’t know they were into Daddy kinks”

Mike punched Neil on the shoulder “Shut up Neil, that is far from the situation going on here and how would you know about something like that?”

Rick scoffed while he carried Vyvyan patting him on the back “Yeah pervy, stop thinking disgusting hippie things and get me a soup recipe”

Vyvyan belched a burp as Mike ran over  “Ok one, how did Vyvyan the violent punk become Vyvyan the violent rug rat”

Rick said, “Mike that’s a different show and all I know was that I heard an explosion from the fridge and bam he was a toddler again”

Mike picked up the coke can “It might’ve been caused by this, the can Jerzi gave us this morning”

“He was working on focusing on a chemical he had created to help age regression but like with the axe-wielding formula Jerzi got his hands on it we need to put Vyvyan’s potions and eilxlars in a special place”

Rick shouted “Can I have a ruddy soup recipe please”

Neil moaned “yeah here” as he handed him a recipe for a chicken soup

Because of Rick’s experience with domestic sciences, he was less aggressive when he was cooking while Neil gave him the instructions,

The soup was then placed on the table as Neil carried little Vyvyan over to the sofa, the soft natural cotton materials of Neil’s clothing felt like a blanket even if he smelt of grass

Rick picked up the small bowl of soup and scooped a spoonful into Vyvyan’s mouth

He  felt like throwing up but the soup tasted nice so he ate the whole thing

Neil said, “wow someone actually likes my cooking”  Rick smiled at little Vyvyan “Aww~”

From his sociology lessons, Rick knew how to care for kids, even if he wasn’t too fond of kids himself for the rest of the day he just sat watching tv while cuddling him

Between-study breaks he would let Vyvyan have naps

Even when he wasn’t being a good baby, Rick didn’t raise his voice like before, he would have the odd panic but other than that he was calmer around Vyv than he would’ve been around adult Vyv.

*Crunch* he bit Rick again but he just smirked and said, “Yes bodies are strange aren’t they vyv, my hands are like branches”

He waved his hands about in a goofy fashion, Vyvyan giggled in response.

It was soon night time the horror channels had stopped their broadcast for the day and it was time for Vyvyan to go to sleep, he couldn’t sleep in his usual bed it would be too big

Rick had an idea, he went to the basement and got out a medium-sized cardboard box and his old grey blanket he placed the blanket and another spare blanket into the box with one of the sofa pillows

He then carried the box up to his room placing it next to his bed

Running back downstairs to carry Vyvyan up to him before he placed him in the box he started crying again

“Why do you not like my creativity?

wait that’s not something you’d say to a baby is it?”

“Oh, so you want to hug a bit more with Rick?, ok” he smiled sitting on his bed cuddling Vyvyan for a bit longer before letting him sit on the opposite pillow as he picked up a book

While he read the Nietzsche book to himself he could see Vyvyan staring at him

Rick chuckled to himself and narrated “and Nietzsche was a legend to the people of Germany because he taught them morals about being an individual and not believing in,...the establishment, those swotty grown-ups that told the civilians to join their fascist belief instead of allowing them to be themselves

he wiggled his fingers in a v sign gesture while making a silly face.

As he was done turning the Nietzsche book into a fairy tale he set it down as Vyvyan had fallen asleep

He lightly picked up Vyvyan and placed him in the box  he then went to sleep himself

Chapter 2

The Playground

It was a new day, Rick awoke as he leapt out of bed, yawning as he thought the past events were all a dream when while he was looking at himself in the mirror he could see tiny hands waving at him from beside his bed  this reminded him it was not a dream

He waved at Vyvyan while he undid his dressing gown and held him in his hands

“Morning Vyvyan,” he greeted

Later on, while they were eating toast Rick looked at his phone and noticed the time “Oh Crap, I’ll be late for my college lecture on Gender studies what do I do, where do I put Vyvyan?”

Mike reassured him “relax Rick, there’s a park not too far from campus you and Neil can take him there”

“Thanks, Mike,” Rick said, as he packed his belongings he then addressed Neil,  “Chop chop Neil,you're going to be Vyv’s mum for the day”

Neil mumbled to himself “when am I not their mother”, he responded with “but Vyvyan’s already got a mother”

Rick rolled his eyes “Yeah, and she wasn’t very good at her job”

Neil got out a basket to place Vyvyan in and off they went to the park

They talked amongst themselves once they reached the playground

Neil sat on a bench with the basket while Rick held him he picked him up and said I have to go now, but I’ll right back at this time Neil then showed little Vyvyan the time on his phone of when Rick would be back

Rick then decided to give Vyvyan a small kiss before he waved and ran off

Vyvyan waved back as he relaxed in the basket while Neil watched him

He would then go and talk to other “parents” while observing the insects and plants around him while Vyvyan walked up to the playground

He went down the slide and up the climbing frames   Neil then would push him on the swings

Meanwhile, at the sociology department of scumbag college, Rick was trying to focus on his lecture during the hypotheticals brought up about babies and toddlers he kept thinking about Vyvyan

Vyvyan sat on his swing deep in thought about his own childhood

The memories played back like a grainy old film back to when he was a little girl when she would be playing with animals and action figures while other children were afraid to play with her because of her scary appearance whereas now suddenly quite a few children were fascinated by Vyvyan,they thought his trihawk looked cool and they played tag together

It was sweet until...it was time for Rick to arrive back and to take Vyvyan home

he ran over in his badge covered blazer, red beret and matching pointed boots as little Vyvyan smiled held his hands out

he carried Vyvyan while he asked Neil what the playground was like

Neil said, "Oh actually it was quite nice, Vyvyan got to spend time having fun in non-violent ways and he interacted with other children I also got to talk with some people I thought it was going to be heavy but it wasn't "

Rick smirked to himself "Well I knew I'd be good with children"

Neil said, "But you hate children and you do realise that Vyvyan is still the same just age regressed"

Rick scoffed "Of course Neil,Vyvyan it's time to go home now"

they one day they visited the park again

they had a picnic that consisted of tiny sandwiches and chocolate and they messed around with a bubble wand

Vyvyan was surprised by the sensory feelings he felt of the Bubbles from the colourful holographic reflections of them to the sound they made when created and popped but he liked them back when Vyvyan was a child back in the day he would play bubbles often sometimes listening to his motorhead cassette at the same time.

on one hand Rick, Neil and Mike missed the old Vyvyan who was rowdy, intelligent but a fun bloke to be around, on the other hand, Vyvyan's actual childhood was quite bleak so this was a retelling he needed to change in his memory, that and Rick sort of liked having to look after little Vyvyan he felt like they could actually bond and connect in a way that they couldn't often do before without some form of sarcasm or slapstick violence being involved

Chapter 3

It had been a few weeks  instead of chainsaw fights it was crying fits, instead of attacking each other, they were helping each other  Vyvyan's rejuvenation was still going on but this recreation of childhood did help replace some of the times in Vyvyan's actual childhood

instead of thinking about being alone in a living room with only the television and occasionally his father for company he now had an additional memory of being often cuddled, tickled and fed by a tall Hippie, a short con artist and a calm anarchist

instead of thinking about being socially excluded by kids in the playground Vyvyan was thinking about the kids who liked his style and allowed him to play tag with them

he could walk, he could eat, he couldn't attack Rick much with anything other than biting or hitting him, and at times he felt empty he felt happy on the inside but compared to everyone else who could talk he couldn't get many vocals projected that weren't just groans, cries or laughs but eventually he learned the alphabet, numbers and basic maths during those few weeks

he was then able to say colours, animals, foods and other everyday things  then there was one day Neil,Mike and Rick were resting while Vyvyan was looking through a photo book, he focused carefully on the photos,he then remembered he was in some of the photos he was at concerts and parties yet he looked like an adult, he was intrigued until he stood up and spoke but it wasn't a food or animal he was describing"

he walked up to Neil who was cooking a soup  he pointed at him and said "Meal"

Neil smiled and corrected him "it's Neil but that's a good start"

Vyvyan pondered and then said "Neil,"  he then tiptoed over to a tired Mike who was reading a magazine

he looked up and said "Mick,you are?"

Mike chuckled as he clicked his glasses "I would love to be Mick but I've got no jagger in me I just dance in the street"

Vyvyan projected the baby equivalent of cringing and played with his action figures for a while

he enjoyed playing with his games but he felt a strange feeling he could see purple magic lingering around his walls as old memories were starting to return

as he said to himself

"what makes me happy,a lot of things make me happy my toys, my monster movies and the people I live with...Neal,Mike and......  he struggled to say the name he thought about all the clues his hamster SPG is a rodent who at times he can't stick back in the day people would assume he was thick

someone with pigtails, someone with a very pompous but funny voice, the person who took him to the park, looked after him from watching horror flicks with him to him rushing to help after receiving a nasty nick

Rick was in his bedroom having a nap when Vyvyan stepped in, as Rick awoke twitching his eyes hiding his hazy vision he could see Vyvyan looking at him

as he said innocently "Rick!"  that took him by surprise he stumbled out of bed to figure out the situation

Vyvyan kept saying his name, he said it so loud Neil and Mike could hear it from downstairs

he folded his hands and mumbled, "I know you....w-Rick?"

blushing he said "I love Rick" as he ran over to him and gave him a hug

Rick was surprised but he found it heartwarming he said, "I love you too.....Vyvyan"

the magic from the walls moved around the room like confetti creating a similar effect as to what happened in the beginning

when Neil and Mike ran upstairs they could see Vyvyan was an adult again but he was still hugging Rick

Neil said, "Vyvyan your back....what are you doing?"

Mike gestured his hand in a waving back movement "leave them Neil that was a lot for him give him time to readjust"

as the cuddle ended Vyvyan said, "Thank you"  

Rick smiled and said "you may be a bastard, but your mine Vyvyan bastard"

it had been revealed later on that age regression is a form of hypnosis used to help people with trauma the drink just happened to be a rejuvenation potion which had that as a side effect, Mike eventually built a protective cupboard to put all of Vyvyan's strange potions and exiliars to prevent further incidents,Neil added some new photos to the photo album and they'd sometimes visit that park again, volunteering to help the kids there  as those kids would see when Vyvyan would arrive to play once again  but this time with his special friend...the peoples poet.

#the young ones #age regression #fanfiction #fanfic #rivyvyan #rick and vyvyan #rick pratt #vyvyan basterd #fluff

[frivery]

Tomas' 4th birthday was on January the 1st! I didn't have him back then but I have him now so here is his brithday prompt. Happy late Birthday to him!

POV of Tomas with supporting cast of Von and Youta.

Tomas' leg pains wont let him sleep, so he goes to the group's healer for some help. A fair-sized piece with some banter.

Gasping awake from the pain radiating up his body, the tiefling's whole form felt electrified. Like all of his nerves where going off and were on fire, but the sharp shocks originated from what felt like the bones in his legs. He was trying to sleep, Gods was he trying, but almost as soon as his mind would start to drift into unconsciousness his pains would renew and drag him back to the world of the living just short of writhing in pain.

The man closed his eyes, flexing his fingers into the thick fabric of the blankets that separated him from the cold iced ground, focusing his attention on breathing through the stabbing sensation. It felt like ages before the pain began to recede again, though it had reasonably only been a few minutes, releasing Tomas from its hold and allowing him to slowly sit up in his bed roll. Blankets falling away to crumple at his waist.

"Can' sleep again, boss?" he glanced briefly over at the man in the bed roll several feet away from his. Von, the Gith's form covered in bandages, ripped fabrics, and mismatched armor sets. Like most Giths who were raised in their roving bands instead of towns, Von's humanoid form still retained his extra set of wind-green eyes and his skin was a dark desaturated blood-red with his dragon-form scales still appearing in patches. Smaller than himself by almost a foot. that was not uncommon for Gith, his lighter-colored hair a bed-head mess as the two stared at each other.

"Not tonight, I thought Mimsy was on guard?" Tomas responded to the other man's question, fighting the urge to stretch as another nausea-inducing crackle of pain tore through his legs.

"She 'es." the gith gesturing over the top of the ice dune, the vague outline of the orc's familiar form settled there. She was the only orc he had ever met that never completely took her humanoid form, her excessive pairs of wings spread out behind her as she stood guard. An imposing figure she cut in the dark, though kind she was.

"You can't sleep either, then?"

"How coul' I sleep wit' my boss 'en pain?" Oh, he had woken Von up. "Youti's been pacin' 'ost o' the night wit' how much whimperin' an' cryin' ya've been makin'." Tomas frowned at the Gith's continued words, glancing around the camp to the healer's tent. Youta, was an elf so he had probably felt the pain radiating off him like a torch. There was candles lighting up the pale blue fabric, announcing that the elf was, in fact, awake.

"Sorry." he commented dryly, it was almost shameful but it wasn't something he could help. The deep, twisted, scars in his legs felt like they were lit up red with burning.

"Yous should go see Youti, if only ta' put his mind ta' rest." The tiefling sighed, wincing and biting his lip as he moved to get up from his bed. He could feel the sharp eyes of Von watching his every movement, and after a pained gasp and the taste of blood on his tongue he managed to get to his feet. This was not unusual, he was lucky to still have his legs after all, but the pain was always mind-numbing. While the tent was merely a few feet away from the campfire it was still laborious to get to. Youta must have sensed him, as just as Tomas attempted to reach for the tent's flap it was hastily pulled aside by the elf who lived within it.

The shorter man's hair was a mess, stress and sleep deprivation lining the space under his light eyes. Youta was an interesting man, to say the least, one eye of dark shadow and the other of pale light, like he had been born on the border between lands and it had left the Gods quarreling over who he belonged to. His hair was similarly split, a light blond in color with streaks of gold, purple, and steel-grey hightlighting in seemingly random patches.

"Oh, Lightbinder's heart, let me help you." he quickly offered, stepping out of the slight warmth of his tent to wrap an arm around Tomas' waist and taking some of the weight off of the tiefling's pained legs. While there was only so much Youta could do, even this much felt like almost tear-inducingly amazing when it came to pain reduction. The elf quickly assisting Tomas into sitting down on the edge of his bed.

Most people didn't get the privilege of sitting on Youta's bed, this much he was very aware of, the elf usually having people sit down on the fur-covered chair on the other side of the tent... but then again Youta didn't have a painfully obvious crush on most people. The healer quickly moved across the tent to his alchemy chest, a small box of many different storage drawers and vials, pulling out a thick glass bottle with a vicious green liquid inside. Tomas wasn't entirely sure what was inside that thing, he never bothered to really ask, all that mattered was that it helped ease the sharpening and shocking pains that raced up and down his nerves like it was a contest.

The tiefling winced as another pang started in him anew, the pain-causing him to bite his already bloodied tongue to prevent from gasping again. Not that he could hide any amount of pain from Youta, elves could feel things on the air and the mismatched elf was eyeing him with a deeply sad look.

"I am sorry, boss."

"Don't be, it's not your fault." he hadn't even known Youta when the accident happened, nor had he met Von or Mimsy yet. Yohav was the only one in the guild still around from back then and the contaminated Gith would often eye him with pity since.

Youta crossed the tent again, vial in hand, pulling his small healer's chair over with him to sit in front of Tomas. The healer didn't waste time or mince words with it, carefully taking the tiefling's right leg in his hands and removing the tall leather boot with as much care as he could... didn't stop him from hissing. The boot was placed on the ground, not an uncommon occurrence, and the woolen sock quickly followed baring his scarred skin. It looked like his leg had been put through a meat grinder, skin covered in tears and rips that twisted the muscles and made his leg a dune-filled tragedy to look upon. He could still tell where claws had met him, and where it had actually been long and deep teeth biting into his skin to the bone. Could still feel when those gorges in his flesh were still filled by hostilility and blood.

"I can not believe that Von just let you walk here without even offering you any help." A soft clinking of glass drew his eyes away from the gut-wrenching sight of his leg and to the much calmer one of Youta's hands. The elf pulling the glass-topped dropped away from the rest of the vial and carefully dripping the liquid onto his leg. He was trying to be gentle, Youta always was, but even the air touching him hurt and the gentle touch to rub the medicine into his tore leg caused him to grimace his eyes closed.

"You know how Gith can be, they don't tend to be the helpful sort."

"And yet we have two of them." the elf continued to whinge.

The accident had been years ago, what felt like a lifetime even, and the pain didn't seem to ever go away for long. It was something he just had to try to work with.

"Do you ever regret it?" Youta's voice was soft, gentle, as he spoke. Low. Tomas opened his eyes to slits to look at the elf but the healer was not looking at him.

"Regret-" a deep breath as another shock wracked his body. "Regret what?" he managed the second time.

"Not taking his advice." a glance through eyelashes, Tomas looking away quickly and sinking his nails into the plush bedding for a reason besides pain. His advice. Youta could only mean one thing, Ethereal's advice.

The name left a sour taste in his mouth, a bitterness creeping over his mind as distaste and longing settled on him in equal parts. He had refused to work with any Deepscorchers ever since then, not even Amor who also lived in the Southern Icefield had been offered a word, ever since they... had broken up. A large part of his heart still ached for Ethereal, the rare smile from the other tiefling still lingering like treasured jewels in his mind, but he still couldn't forgive him for that fight after his accident. For what Ethereal had insisted they do.

"No." Tomas answered, pulling his leg away from the healer's kindly-meaning hands. "Why would I? That was never an option."

"Tomas-" Youta attempted, the tiefling taking up his sock to put it back on. Youta knew about that conversation, he had been the healer that had saved Tomas' legs in the first place so he had been there for the start of the fight, but he didn't know what Ethreal had been to him. He might suspect, but he didn't know.

"Thank you, Youta, I'm going to go lay back down." he went to stand, the elf moving with him standing in his way with a confused, shocked, and somewhat upset, expression on his face.

"I meant no offense, I am sorry, please just let me finish this. I will not bring it up again." Tomas stared down at the mismatched elf, the room going quiet for a long moment as he weighed his options. If his heart was not still so stuck on his ex he might be interested in returning the kind of interest that Youta had. Youta was, afterall, a very kind soul... and someone who didn't flinch away from the deep rifts in his skin... but... as lovely as the elf was he felt sick at the idea of replacing Ethereal with anyone else. Anyone else. Years later and he still had it bad, even with how much he loathed that man now.

The tense silence remained several moments longer before Tomas sighed and sat back down on the edge of the bed, allowing Youta to return to treating the bone-deep pains in his legs.

"You know, I don't think you've ever told us why you have one light eye and one shadow, Youta." he commented, steering them towards a more comfortable and friendly air than the confused and hurt one that was hanging around the elf at current.

"Oh, Boss must think he is very slick! I do believe I have told you before that it is secret and that I would not be telling you, or anyone else in the guild, the reason." the healer responded back, though his tone was light and carefree. It was unlikely Youta would ever explain the reason why, but that wouldn't stop Tomas from continuing to ask.

#ivery birthday prompt

[unit7designmethodsgeorgesmith]

YCA Asset Creation:                   Queen Elizabeth Illustration + Cover Design

20.03.19

Today I started working on my illustration of Queen Elizabeth for this project. I wanted to have her on the front cover of a graphic novel that I would be designing. The background would have Big Ben, which you can see in the previous post below. 

Rough Linework 

So, to start with, I sketched out a rough drawing of the Queen in a drawing program called Clip Studio Paint. Out of Paint Tool Sai, Photoshop and this, I find this to be my favourite program to draw and paint in. For this rough sketch, I used a thin watercolour brush like I usually do. I used various different reference images from Google. I decided to draw her like how she looks most of the time. I think that the hat and the curly hair are kind of her defining parts. The hair was really challenging to get right—I’m not very good at drawing curly hair/hair in general. The hat looks pretty good too I think. I tried to get it to look like her as best I could, as far as this particular style will let me, and I think I kind of pulled it off, but I still need to improve on my faces in general. 

Polished Linework

After finishing the rough sketch of the Queen, I thought it time to go over the lines. To do this, I created a new layer, and then lowered the opacity of the sketch layer, so that I could go just make out what I was drawing over. I don’t really like how the lines turned out once I compare it to the original sketch work, because it kind of lost the sketchy and rough charm, but I thought that I could probably make up for that when it comes to painting it. In this screenshot, you can see her outfit now—it is her usual outfit that she appears in public wearing. I went with this one because it was simple, and I would prefer to keep the focus on her face if possible. Overall, I’m not a big fan of how it looks right now, but I’m confident that I can improve this soon. 

Colouring

The next thing to do after finishing the linework was to colour in the Queen’s main parts, so I’d decided that I wanted her outfit to be coloured red, since I was adhering to the colour palette of the Union Jack; red, white, and blue (the blue will be the sky, white for clouds). I chose a regular not-too-saturated but not-too- desaturated red shade for her clothing and her hat. For the moment, I want to have the rose thing on her hat red, but maybe it will look good if I am to make it white instead. I chose a middle shade of grey for the hair, because I would need highlights for it as well as, obviously, darker tones. A regular white skin tone and plain white for the eyes and mouth for now. The mouth is white at the moment as I plan to show teeth, but later on I change this. 

So, to colour this in, what I do is I create two layers—one where I will colour whatever I want, so the hat and torso for example. And how I colour is I use a pen to draw around the outside using the red, and then I just fill in the rest because it is much more easy and efficient than colouring in the hat, and then doing the outlines. Anyway, after I’ve coloured the parts, I use the second layer above the coloured one, and apply a clipping mask of sorts. This enables me to paint on this layer, only on the colour that I’ve filled in, an extremely useful feature. 

Painting Face I

Now it was time to paint the face that I’d coloured in with the skin tone. I added the necessary shades first, like with her face lines, which I’ve exaggerated in her favour, the shade under her nose and shadows being cast by her hair, look to the left and right of her face. Also, you may have noticed that I completely forgot to draw the eyebrows from the second screenshot onward, so i corrected that below. I painted in the inside of the ear using dark shades also. It was fun to paint underneath the head, where a shadow is being cast. The shadow being cast from her hat makes her look almost evil and scheming right now, I think it may be because the eyes aren’t painted yet. There must be a relatively harsh lighting right now with how dark I’ve made the shadows—probably midday sunlight or something. There are all sorts of shades among the shadows, underneath the hat are a mix of greys, oranges and also a bit of red and pink nearer the top, where the colours from the hat bounce off. The shadow below the head has multiple shades too, mainly the same as the shadow from the hat, except from reds. There is a slight pinkish shade on the left side of the of the shade, bouncing off of the clothing, and an orange shade just under the chin.

Painting Face II

Next I decided to work on the face some more to try and finish it. I started with the eyes. The eyes were under the hat’s shade, therefore, I needed to paint them accordingly. This meant that the main white in the eye would be a darker shade; grey. I painted her eyes a greyish blue, like her real eyes, and kept the shading quite minimal. After I finished the iris, I went over the outside using the blur tool to give it a soft look. Then I went back to the brush tool and did one white stroke on each of the eyes, and airbrushed a slight white over the middles of them. I think that it really adds to the painting and makes her eyes look less dead, which is something that often unintentionally happens when I’m drawing eyes. After finishing the eyes up, I moved to the mouth. After a bit of experimenting, I realised that making her grin was a bad idea, mainly because I just couldn’t get it to look right, but also because, once I drew her with her mouth open, presumably in joy, it looked a lot better.

I also tidied up the face shading, using the blend tool to blend parts that looked like they were too harsh and intruding. Next I continued on with the mouth area, and painted her red lips. Right now they don’t look very good, like they’re too thin or something, I fix this somewhat later on. I painted a small white dot on her lips to look like a highlight, which I think really goes far. Finally, I worked on the hair—easily my least favorite part of the illustration. For starters, even the sketches don’t look good to me, so adding depth to the hair via color wasn’t sounding too thrilling. But alas, I continued on, and painted them in a way that is acceptable, not great but I’m okay with it, so I continued with the shade from the hat, and painted a dark shadow coming from one edge of the hat to the other. It kind of dips, down and then up at the edges, which corresponds to how close the hair is to the sides of the hat. There aren’t many different shades among the hair, but I did decide to make it get lighter as it went down, no particular reason really, I just thought it would look nice and kind of a little less boring.

Painting Outfit I

Next I worked on her outfit, which wasn’t too difficult to come up with something I was pleased with. I looked at references of her wearing this kind of stiff outfit when I was sketching, and the reason I call it stiff is because there are minimal wrinkles on the outfit, not really any lines to introduce any shading to, and the lighting that I went with doesn’t really help me there either. Instead I used some of my usual tricks to add some kind of nice depth to something that is really flat otherwise. I painted a gradient from a desaturated purple-ish red from the bottom of the composition, to the red that I started with nearer the top. Although, this isn’t to say there’s no shading whatsoever, there is a nice shadow that continues on from the neck from the one that is being cast by the head. This shadow has a nice variety of shades in it, some greys, some purples and reds, and a slight desaturated orange as a bounce light from the skin tone that is very close by. There’s also some other shading as you can see in the illustration. Also a dark shade where the button is sewn through.

Painting Outfit II

I am nearing the end of the illustration, and next is to do the hat, which I thought would be difficult. Luckily so, I got kind of distracted by my linework—it was really messy still, therefore, I needed to clean it up, which took quite a while to be honest, though I think it was worth it. Essentially, I went over the hat lines with a thicker brush and then erased the thicker parts to correspond with the rest of the lines throughout the drawing. Now, it was a hat, not much I can think to shade really. I did the same gradient trick that I used with the outfit, and then also did a slight darker shade down the right hand side of the hat, to give it a slight beveled effect—make it look as though it was rounding off towards the edges, as a hat would do. I may still work on the hat some more later. I made the strip across the bottom of the hat a darker shade so that it didn’t look too boring. Now, for the white flower thing, I’m not sure what to call it, it was a challenge at first. I started by trying to make each of the points join together at the center where it would be darker, but as that looked terrible to me, I decided on a much more appealing way of painting it. As you can see, it looks quite soft and pastel-themed almost. I used a slightly large brush size to paint these blobs everywhere to create the effect of something that was puffed out. I’m really pleased with how it turned out, and I love the colours that I used in it. Again, looking at it now, the hat will probably need some more doing to it, but right now, I was roughly done with the painting.

Finished Queen Elizabeth Illustration with Cover

[avoresmith]

Tagged by @genufa​ who gets me and my desire to not be as productive as I could be.

feel free to tag yourself in my name if you want to do this. I liked this one.

1. Are you named after someone? The main character of a novel my mother never wrote, age 16

2. When was the last time you cried? I cried like 3 times during Logan (go see logan)

3. Do you like your handwriting? I like it fine but it isn’t pretty and I hate physically writing.

4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Pepperoni

5. Do you have kids? Nope

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? HMM. I feel like the direction of this question is ‘Are you so hard to deal with you wouldn’t want to deal with yourself’ but unless I know who the other person I am becoming is, it’s a hard question to answer. If I had a copy of myself I think we would probably enjoy talking to each other about fandom sometimes but not much else. If I were a different person I might have needs that I can’t provide myself anymore because I wouldn’t be me, in which case the person who is now me might be very useful in my life??

I don’t think my personality is defective ENOUGH that there is a clearcut answer of ‘lol no cuz they’d be a bitch’. 

7. Do you use sarcasm? N..o...? Which is weird to realize because I definitely went through the Sarcastic Teenager phase where everyone in the 90s was as obsessed with teens being sarcastic as they are now fixated on millennials being ironic. But nah, somehow that habit pretty much disappeared as far as I can tell.

8. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes.

9. Would you bungee jump? Probably!

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? Rotates between all berry captain crunch, frosted flakes, and some keshi (kashi??) grain stuff. I go thru a cereal phase like once every 4 months and i eat it for dinner or as a snack tho. Got no time for breakfast.

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I can’t own shoes that require you to lace them. Can’t be trusted with that much effort in the morning.

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? Ehn, in some ways, sure. My luck stat is real fuckin high tho.

13. What is your favorite ice cream? I like gelato in general and fruity gelatos in particular. Mango, orange, and lemon are probably my peak flavors. Tho I made a killer pink pepper corn icecream last thanksgiving and I should do it again.

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Usually that they have bothered me, haha. I am REAL FUCKING IN MY OWN HEAD so I tend to completely filter people out unless they deliberately make me notice them. In a situation where I’m not ignoring most of humanity, uh,all of this realizing I’m white stuff and that racism exists has, ironically, made me hyper aware of race. Also ‘oh shit, did we make eye contact? shit!’. What I’m saying is there is a reason my cubicle is in the furthest corner of the office and I never leave.

15. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? Having a vagina and all of it’s connecting organs.

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? I’M REAL MAD IM DOING THIS ON A MONDAY WHEN I WAS TOO LAZY TO CLOTH MYSELF IN THE USUAL WAY because right now my answer is dark blue jeans, purple grey-striped socks, and my comfortable flat sandals that kind of have this shiny snakeskin thing going on (YEA i wear socks with sandals COME AT ME). NORMALLY the answer would be some highly saturated tights and heeled boots or wedge sandals but friend I didn’t fall asleep until 3am.

17. What are you listening to right now? This 8tracks: https://8tracks.com/outofbread/don-t-even-trip-dawg

Which, Im gonna be honest, does nothing for me as Rick and Morty playlist but I really enjoy the collection of songs so I keep listening to it anyway.

19. Favorite smell? Fruit or woody stuff.

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Some lady for my job who likes to respond to emails by asking for a phone call so you can tell her what you wrote in the email.

21. Favorite sport to watch? WWE, which I haven’t actually watched in almost 15 years but it’s still the only sport where I got excited about watching a sport.

22. Hair color? Washed out blue and a desaturated purple-pink. Need to touch it up soon.

23. Eye color? Blue.

24. Do you wear contacts? I got some plano circle contacts so i can change my eye color, but i’ve only worn them a couple of times. I like how I look in glasses and probably wont’ got prescription for a while.

25. Favorite food to eat? This rotates... a lot... I should maybe say mongolian hot pot just because we successfully went there every week for almost two years without me getting sick of it. Macaroons. Pizza.

26. Scary movies or comedy? Something... interesting... I don’t care enough about movies to have a preferred genre. Even if I did neither comedy nor scary movies would make the top five.

27. Last movie you watched? Logan (GO SEE LOGAN)

28. What color of shirt are you wearing? Teal and white with a pattern i don’t know how to describe.

29. Summer or winter? Summer.

30. Hugs or kisses? Hugs.

31. What book are you currently reading? I restarted Naoki Urasawa’s Monster, and my roommate has pulled out The Things They Carried for me to start on. I’ll probably finish up Monster first.

32. Who do you miss right now? Minerva, the cat I put down last year. I’m not really prone to this particular emotion in general tho.

33. What is on your mouse pad? I hear Millennials don’t use mouse pads. <------ real

34. What is the last TV program you watched? Uuuuh fuck. I think Mighty Morphin Power Ranges, original run, haha. we were gearing up for the movie but somehow still haven’t seen the movie. Unless we are counting anime I watched online, in which case Mob Psycho 100.

35. What is the best sound? Monsoon thunderstorms.

36. Rolling Stones or The Beatles? I have no particular opinion on either of these but my mom loves(d?) the Beatles so I’ll go with that. She’s earned it.

37. What is the furthest you have ever traveled? Haiti.

38. Do you have a special talent? Being basically chill and okay a huge quantity the time.

39. Where were you born? Phoenix, AZ.

#op me #meme #about me #maybe i need an about me tag #it occurs